Adultery My dairies

[Ram Prasad]

One day, the sisters were alone and on the way home. I over took them and as I passed by them, I whispered into Sruthi’s ear “Will you feed me your milk?" and then literally jogged away. Out of sight, I waited to see their reaction and they were animatedly discussing something and were examining their parts visually. I found courage and this time I approached them from the front and she probably realised that I was the same chap who asked the lewd question. When I was a foot or two close to them, she stopped in her tracks and posed a direct question,”what do you want?"

I froze, not expecting a retort. I fumbled,”your milk" and I fled the scene. They were amused and I saw them laughing all the way back home.


I was red with embarrassment but that day I shagged my balls out in the fantasy that Sruthi had fed me her breast milk.

My longing for her breasts was fulfilled soon. This time it was Sruthi alone and I found that she was wary. She was nervous and I could see that. On her way back, as usual, I stalked her. I had plans to hold her breasts that day and I chose a lonely stretch of a road. I overtook her from the across the road, crossed the road into the lonely stretch and made my way back on the same side. Thankfully, there were just 3 people on the street other than us and they had crossed me already on my way to Sruthi and were at least a good 15 meters away. I saw that Sruthi noticed me coming. She had obviously recognized her stalker. She froze in her tracks, which was in a way good for me. I walked up to her, smiled and then suddenly before I realized, she had grabbed my hands. I tried to shake her off. But to my surprise, she led my hands to her massive breasts and pressed them. She rubbed them hard and I found myself squeezing her soft but firm breast flesh. I pumped a couple of times, and then I freed myself and ran for my life fearing the worst. She had caught me off guard.



That was not the last time. Soon I found her very receptive to my stalking. She would look back at me at similar lonely spots and invite me over with a smile. And instead of the usual crossing and recrossing the road, I would just speed up to her and hold her waist briefly with one hand and the other moving over without a delay, to her boobs to feel and crush them, which she obviously enjoyed. This was borne by the fact that on one occasion; she smilingly invited me over to her side even when her sister was next to her and allowed me the liberty of feeling up her younger sister Akshara.

My only activity of any sexual note was to feel them up and press they’re more than a handful breasts. We had this all planned and it was a daily affair that ended in my masturbating in my bathroom, imagining to be sucking their breast milk.

But it soon had to stop. I discovered out that they were my classmate’s cousins and I made it a point to avoid playing with them in future.

Years have passed now, and I find Sruthi and Akshara bloated in size and a far cry from whom I was following in my teens. Sruthi, though, has failed to recognize me as the same guy who pleasured her and her sister’s breasts years ago.


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