10-07-2025, 11:54 AM
The following ten hours melted away as I made my way to Nisha's, books tucked under my arm. No matter how persistent my knocking, her door remained a stubborn barrier. Then Asha arrived, her voice cutting through the silence.
"Hey Nisha, open the door! He's here to study."
"I won't open it," Nisha retorted, her voice muffled.
Asha turned to me, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "You go home. She'll call you if she wants you."
So, I retreated to the hall, surrendered to the inevitable, and with a sigh, opened my book. Moments later, Nisha emerged, her presence a whirlwind as she swept past me into the kitchen, pointedly avoiding my gaze. As she turned to re-enter her room, I stepped into her path. She bristled, her face contorted in anger, and brushed past me.
"Don't talk to me," she spat.
Silenced, I resolved to leave once she was safely back in her room, the door firmly shut. Just then, Asha's voice called out, beckoning me.
I followed her into her room. The moment I crossed the threshold, she pushed me onto the bed, then climbed atop me, her lips pressing against my face in a flurry of kisses. Confusion reigned. A pang of sadness for Nisha's distant demeanor shot through me. I gently took Asha's head in my hands, bringing her movements to a halt.
"No, I'll go," I said.
"Why? What happened?" Asha asked, her breath still warm on my face.
"There's no tuition today, right?"
"Drink some milk and then go," she cajoled.
"No, Asha, I'll come in the evening."
"Why is Nisha angry with you?"
"She came to me last night, and in the morning, when I told her to leave, she told me not to come for tuition," I explained, the words tumbling out.
"Is that all? Is there anything else?" Asha probed, a clear invitation for more. But I remained silent.
"Yes, that's all," I affirmed.
"It's nothing, she'll call you later." As she spoke, she gently took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. My fingers instinctively curled, gripping and squeezing.
"Aahh..." Asha moaned softly.
"It's so bubbly..." I squeezed again, a wave of desire washing over me.
"Mmm..." she purred, letting her pallu drift over my face. I brushed it aside, my eyes opening to a breathtaking sight. Before me, like Rati Devi herself, she unveiled her beauty. Her golden-white cleavage, a sight I yearned for daily, was now openly presented. A suppressed rage, a powerful yearning, surged within me.
"You said you like my milk, aren't you going to drink it today?" Asha whispered, her voice laced with invitation.
"Hmm, I'll drink it," I replied, my voice a husky murmur.
"Unhook it and drink it yourself."
My right index finger traced the delicate curve of her cleavage. Asha shivered, biting her lip.
One by one, I unhooked each clasp. The jacket, unable to contain the overflowing bounty, fell away. There, two breasts, soft as marigolds, nestled against my face. She wore no bra beneath, and I suspected her sudden fall upon me was no accident. My face was buried between their yielding softness.
Oh, that tenderness, that exquisite heat against my cheeks, it drove me to distraction.
"Come once..." she said with a laugh, rising slightly.
I lifted my head, and as she ascended, I caught her right breast with my lips, drawing it into my mouth, sucking. Milk flowed, and I swallowed greedily. Her hands tightened in her lap, a silent testament to her anticipation as I drank.
My tongue circled the nipple, teasing.
"Aahh..." Asha gasped.
I continued to suck, to drink, as Asha's soft moans filled the room.
She placed my right hand on her left breast, joining her hand with mine, encouraging me to squeeze. I feigned ignorance, surrendering my hand to her touch. With one breast yielding to my squeeze and the other to my mouth, her pleasure mounted, her body trembling, her moans growing more fervent.
With a soft "puch puch" sound, I passionately drained all the milk from her breast. I turned my head to the side, releasing her left breast, contemplating drawing it into my mouth, but she stopped me, sitting upright.
"That's for tomorrow," she said with a knowing smile.
"Okay," I agreed, a promise hanging in the air.
This became our daily ritual: I would arrive at ten, Nisha would be distant, and Asha would grant me access to her milk as she pleased. Five days passed, then a Sunday, a day I couldn't go because her husband was present.
Then, on a Wednesday, I knocked directly on Nisha's door.
"Nisha, please talk to me. I have many doubts, I need to study," I pleaded.
The door opened, and she seized my hand, pulling me inside before shutting it firmly behind us.
"Tell me, what are your doubts?" she demanded.
"Sorry, Nisha, I made you angry, I was scared," I confessed, my voice soft.
She held my chin, her gaze locking with mine. "Sorry, I troubled you."
"How can I pass the exam if you don't teach me?" I asked, a hint of desperation in my voice.
"Sorry, come, sit, ask me any doubt, I'll tell you," she relented.
Nisha, the diligent teacher, then, without warning, transformed, pouncing with an unexpected fervor. I never understood why. Today was no different. I had studied, gone home for lunch, returned, studied Chemistry, and as evening approached, as soon as I rose to leave, she caught my hand and placed it on her waist.
"Hey, are you leaving without paying tuition fees?" she teased.
"Uh-huh, I won't," I mumbled.
"Okay, let's dance."
"Uh-huh, it's too late, your brother-in-law will come," I protested, though my resolve was weakening.
"It's nothing, just for a while," she insisted, putting on music. As she demonstrated, I moved, following her steps. She guided my hands to her waist. As I caressed that soft curve, something between my legs rose, hissing like a coiled snake.
She turned her back to me, then sank into my lap, making me embrace her from behind. She wrapped my hands around herself, a silent invitation.
"Take off my t-shirt," she whispered.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you, take it off."
I pulled her t-shirt up from behind. Beneath, she wore a gym bra. She turned to face me.
I was spellbound by her beauty. Like a marble sculpture, white, with graceful curves.
She looked at me, raising her hands, pushing her chest forward. Oh, the plumpness! I longed to grab and squeeze it as I had Asha's. Her armpits were hairless, a faint sweat stain and subtle wrinkles visible. Her navel, there were no words.
I stood transfixed, gazing at her with utter contentment.
"Come closer, hold my waist," she commanded softly.
I encircled her waist, my fingers gently squeezing.
"Mmmmmm...." she purred.
"Like this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Do you feel like squeezing it?"
My eyes fixed on her navel, I replied, "Yes."
"Then squeeze and hold it more."
I couldn't resist, reaching out and grasping her two plump, moon crescents, squeezing them gently.
"Aahh... come closer like that," she urged.
I took another step forward. Her right hand caressed my neck, then gripped the hair at the back of my head, pulling me closer until my face was buried in her left armpit. Her sweat, a unique scent, filled my nostrils. Initially a little uncomfortable, I found myself drawn to it.
"For me..." she began.
"What's for you?"
"For me, there."
Without a word, I extended my tongue and licked her armpit. My cold tongue against her warm skin sent a shiver through her.
"Mmmmm...." she hummed.
I continued to lick, hoping to please her. She released my head, standing with both hands raised, an invitation.
The act of licking her stirred a primal arousal within me, and I licked her with the fervor of a devoted dog, alternating between both armpits.
"Aahh, just like that, mmmmm...." she moaned.
"Nisha, I'm feeling pain," I confessed, my body on fire.
"Take off your pants," she instructed.
I complied, then, exposing myself, I wrapped my arms around her waist again. She intertwined her fingers with mine, holding me close.
"Mmm Nisha," I breathed.
"Did you masturbate?" she asked, her voice low.
"No," I replied truthfully.
"Why not?"
"It feels good when you do it."
Without waiting for her reply, I knelt, my fingers pulling her pants down, revealing her navel. Seeing that deep, alluring hollow, I looked up at her face.
She smiled, stroking my hair. I smiled back, then kissed her navel. She pressed my head against her belly button, and I continued to kiss around her navel, my lips finding and biting the soft, butter-like fat below.
"Isss..." she hissed softly.
"Nisha, I like your navel very much."
"Ha... I also like it when you kiss me like that," she responded.
I continued to kiss her, relentlessly. She lay back on the bed, sweet moans escaping her lips.
She cupped my face in her palms, beckoning me closer. I rose, moved over her, and met her lips.
She bit my lower lip, and I kissed her fiercely. Her left hand cradled the back of my head, while her right stroked my penis from top to bottom.
Unable to contain myself, I thrust my penis against her waist.
"Mmm... Not there today..." she said, placing her hand on my stomach and pushing me back.
I took a step back, my gaze questioning. She slid off the bed and knelt before me. Oh, was she going to put my penis in her mouth? Could I even endure it? I felt on the verge of climax simply from the anticipation. As she knelt before me, her cleavage was fully exposed, causing my penis to swell even more.
She leaned forward, gripped my penis, and began to shake it. I trembled, a pleasurable moan escaping my lips.
"Nisha, uff."
Nisha lifted her left armpit, aimed my penis at it, and looked at me.
Was she telling me to put it in her armpit? Do people even do that?
"Come here, poke it here," she urged.
Without a moment's thought, I pressed my penis into her armpit. She lowered her hand, trapping it there.
"Now, move back and forth."
"Okay," I managed, and began to move my hips, thrusting into her armpit. Oh, I thought, can you really do this?
The wrinkles of her armpit caressed my penis, and the pressure of her folded hand created a rhythmic movement.
"Nisha, what is this?" I asked, my voice breathless.
"I don't know, is it not good?"
"Ha, it's good."
"Ha, keep doing it like that."
"Yes."
I held her shoulder and continued thrusting. My penis rubbed back and forth in her armpit, and I felt myself nearing climax.
"Aahh Nisha, this is very good."
"Is it coming?" she whispered.
"Ha, it's coming, it's coming."
"Mmm... tell me before it comes."
I rubbed even faster, on the brink of spilling.
"Hah hah.... Nisha...mmmmmm," I cried out.
Understanding from my cry that climax was imminent, she lifted her hand, grasped my penis with her right hand, and shook it. I passionately squirted my semen. It splattered in drops, wetting her armpit.
Nisha pushed me onto the bed. I fell back, closed my eyes, and took deep, ragged breaths.
"Stay here, I'll wipe myself and come back," she said.
I opened my eyes to see Nisha leaving the room. I wondered, wasn't she going to the bathroom?
She left, and I got up, opened the door slightly, and peered out. She went directly to Asha's room.
Was my suspicion true or false? What was this? Did Nisha go to Asha's room for that reason just now? Do you share my suspicion? Tell me, Haran.
I waited ten minutes. When Nisha returned, I lay back on the bed. I saw that her armpit was wet with water. She must have cleaned herself.
Nisha came, took my hand, and helped me to my feet.
"Hey, listen, tomorrow it won't be like this. Doing it every day is not good, okay?" she said, her voice firm.
"Ha... whatever you say," I replied, still reeling.
"Okay, go."
"Hey Nisha, open the door! He's here to study."
"I won't open it," Nisha retorted, her voice muffled.
Asha turned to me, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "You go home. She'll call you if she wants you."
So, I retreated to the hall, surrendered to the inevitable, and with a sigh, opened my book. Moments later, Nisha emerged, her presence a whirlwind as she swept past me into the kitchen, pointedly avoiding my gaze. As she turned to re-enter her room, I stepped into her path. She bristled, her face contorted in anger, and brushed past me.
"Don't talk to me," she spat.
Silenced, I resolved to leave once she was safely back in her room, the door firmly shut. Just then, Asha's voice called out, beckoning me.
I followed her into her room. The moment I crossed the threshold, she pushed me onto the bed, then climbed atop me, her lips pressing against my face in a flurry of kisses. Confusion reigned. A pang of sadness for Nisha's distant demeanor shot through me. I gently took Asha's head in my hands, bringing her movements to a halt.
"No, I'll go," I said.
"Why? What happened?" Asha asked, her breath still warm on my face.
"There's no tuition today, right?"
"Drink some milk and then go," she cajoled.
"No, Asha, I'll come in the evening."
"Why is Nisha angry with you?"
"She came to me last night, and in the morning, when I told her to leave, she told me not to come for tuition," I explained, the words tumbling out.
"Is that all? Is there anything else?" Asha probed, a clear invitation for more. But I remained silent.
"Yes, that's all," I affirmed.
"It's nothing, she'll call you later." As she spoke, she gently took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. My fingers instinctively curled, gripping and squeezing.
"Aahh..." Asha moaned softly.
"It's so bubbly..." I squeezed again, a wave of desire washing over me.
"Mmm..." she purred, letting her pallu drift over my face. I brushed it aside, my eyes opening to a breathtaking sight. Before me, like Rati Devi herself, she unveiled her beauty. Her golden-white cleavage, a sight I yearned for daily, was now openly presented. A suppressed rage, a powerful yearning, surged within me.
"You said you like my milk, aren't you going to drink it today?" Asha whispered, her voice laced with invitation.
"Hmm, I'll drink it," I replied, my voice a husky murmur.
"Unhook it and drink it yourself."
My right index finger traced the delicate curve of her cleavage. Asha shivered, biting her lip.
One by one, I unhooked each clasp. The jacket, unable to contain the overflowing bounty, fell away. There, two breasts, soft as marigolds, nestled against my face. She wore no bra beneath, and I suspected her sudden fall upon me was no accident. My face was buried between their yielding softness.
Oh, that tenderness, that exquisite heat against my cheeks, it drove me to distraction.
"Come once..." she said with a laugh, rising slightly.
I lifted my head, and as she ascended, I caught her right breast with my lips, drawing it into my mouth, sucking. Milk flowed, and I swallowed greedily. Her hands tightened in her lap, a silent testament to her anticipation as I drank.
My tongue circled the nipple, teasing.
"Aahh..." Asha gasped.
I continued to suck, to drink, as Asha's soft moans filled the room.
She placed my right hand on her left breast, joining her hand with mine, encouraging me to squeeze. I feigned ignorance, surrendering my hand to her touch. With one breast yielding to my squeeze and the other to my mouth, her pleasure mounted, her body trembling, her moans growing more fervent.
With a soft "puch puch" sound, I passionately drained all the milk from her breast. I turned my head to the side, releasing her left breast, contemplating drawing it into my mouth, but she stopped me, sitting upright.
"That's for tomorrow," she said with a knowing smile.
"Okay," I agreed, a promise hanging in the air.
This became our daily ritual: I would arrive at ten, Nisha would be distant, and Asha would grant me access to her milk as she pleased. Five days passed, then a Sunday, a day I couldn't go because her husband was present.
Then, on a Wednesday, I knocked directly on Nisha's door.
"Nisha, please talk to me. I have many doubts, I need to study," I pleaded.
The door opened, and she seized my hand, pulling me inside before shutting it firmly behind us.
"Tell me, what are your doubts?" she demanded.
"Sorry, Nisha, I made you angry, I was scared," I confessed, my voice soft.
She held my chin, her gaze locking with mine. "Sorry, I troubled you."
"How can I pass the exam if you don't teach me?" I asked, a hint of desperation in my voice.
"Sorry, come, sit, ask me any doubt, I'll tell you," she relented.
Nisha, the diligent teacher, then, without warning, transformed, pouncing with an unexpected fervor. I never understood why. Today was no different. I had studied, gone home for lunch, returned, studied Chemistry, and as evening approached, as soon as I rose to leave, she caught my hand and placed it on her waist.
"Hey, are you leaving without paying tuition fees?" she teased.
"Uh-huh, I won't," I mumbled.
"Okay, let's dance."
"Uh-huh, it's too late, your brother-in-law will come," I protested, though my resolve was weakening.
"It's nothing, just for a while," she insisted, putting on music. As she demonstrated, I moved, following her steps. She guided my hands to her waist. As I caressed that soft curve, something between my legs rose, hissing like a coiled snake.
She turned her back to me, then sank into my lap, making me embrace her from behind. She wrapped my hands around herself, a silent invitation.
"Take off my t-shirt," she whispered.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you, take it off."
I pulled her t-shirt up from behind. Beneath, she wore a gym bra. She turned to face me.
I was spellbound by her beauty. Like a marble sculpture, white, with graceful curves.
She looked at me, raising her hands, pushing her chest forward. Oh, the plumpness! I longed to grab and squeeze it as I had Asha's. Her armpits were hairless, a faint sweat stain and subtle wrinkles visible. Her navel, there were no words.
I stood transfixed, gazing at her with utter contentment.
"Come closer, hold my waist," she commanded softly.
I encircled her waist, my fingers gently squeezing.
"Mmmmmm...." she purred.
"Like this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Do you feel like squeezing it?"
My eyes fixed on her navel, I replied, "Yes."
"Then squeeze and hold it more."
I couldn't resist, reaching out and grasping her two plump, moon crescents, squeezing them gently.
"Aahh... come closer like that," she urged.
I took another step forward. Her right hand caressed my neck, then gripped the hair at the back of my head, pulling me closer until my face was buried in her left armpit. Her sweat, a unique scent, filled my nostrils. Initially a little uncomfortable, I found myself drawn to it.
"For me..." she began.
"What's for you?"
"For me, there."
Without a word, I extended my tongue and licked her armpit. My cold tongue against her warm skin sent a shiver through her.
"Mmmmm...." she hummed.
I continued to lick, hoping to please her. She released my head, standing with both hands raised, an invitation.
The act of licking her stirred a primal arousal within me, and I licked her with the fervor of a devoted dog, alternating between both armpits.
"Aahh, just like that, mmmmm...." she moaned.
"Nisha, I'm feeling pain," I confessed, my body on fire.
"Take off your pants," she instructed.
I complied, then, exposing myself, I wrapped my arms around her waist again. She intertwined her fingers with mine, holding me close.
"Mmm Nisha," I breathed.
"Did you masturbate?" she asked, her voice low.
"No," I replied truthfully.
"Why not?"
"It feels good when you do it."
Without waiting for her reply, I knelt, my fingers pulling her pants down, revealing her navel. Seeing that deep, alluring hollow, I looked up at her face.
She smiled, stroking my hair. I smiled back, then kissed her navel. She pressed my head against her belly button, and I continued to kiss around her navel, my lips finding and biting the soft, butter-like fat below.
"Isss..." she hissed softly.
"Nisha, I like your navel very much."
"Ha... I also like it when you kiss me like that," she responded.
I continued to kiss her, relentlessly. She lay back on the bed, sweet moans escaping her lips.
She cupped my face in her palms, beckoning me closer. I rose, moved over her, and met her lips.
She bit my lower lip, and I kissed her fiercely. Her left hand cradled the back of my head, while her right stroked my penis from top to bottom.
Unable to contain myself, I thrust my penis against her waist.
"Mmm... Not there today..." she said, placing her hand on my stomach and pushing me back.
I took a step back, my gaze questioning. She slid off the bed and knelt before me. Oh, was she going to put my penis in her mouth? Could I even endure it? I felt on the verge of climax simply from the anticipation. As she knelt before me, her cleavage was fully exposed, causing my penis to swell even more.
She leaned forward, gripped my penis, and began to shake it. I trembled, a pleasurable moan escaping my lips.
"Nisha, uff."
Nisha lifted her left armpit, aimed my penis at it, and looked at me.
Was she telling me to put it in her armpit? Do people even do that?
"Come here, poke it here," she urged.
Without a moment's thought, I pressed my penis into her armpit. She lowered her hand, trapping it there.
"Now, move back and forth."
"Okay," I managed, and began to move my hips, thrusting into her armpit. Oh, I thought, can you really do this?
The wrinkles of her armpit caressed my penis, and the pressure of her folded hand created a rhythmic movement.
"Nisha, what is this?" I asked, my voice breathless.
"I don't know, is it not good?"
"Ha, it's good."
"Ha, keep doing it like that."
"Yes."
I held her shoulder and continued thrusting. My penis rubbed back and forth in her armpit, and I felt myself nearing climax.
"Aahh Nisha, this is very good."
"Is it coming?" she whispered.
"Ha, it's coming, it's coming."
"Mmm... tell me before it comes."
I rubbed even faster, on the brink of spilling.
"Hah hah.... Nisha...mmmmmm," I cried out.
Understanding from my cry that climax was imminent, she lifted her hand, grasped my penis with her right hand, and shook it. I passionately squirted my semen. It splattered in drops, wetting her armpit.
Nisha pushed me onto the bed. I fell back, closed my eyes, and took deep, ragged breaths.
"Stay here, I'll wipe myself and come back," she said.
I opened my eyes to see Nisha leaving the room. I wondered, wasn't she going to the bathroom?
She left, and I got up, opened the door slightly, and peered out. She went directly to Asha's room.
Was my suspicion true or false? What was this? Did Nisha go to Asha's room for that reason just now? Do you share my suspicion? Tell me, Haran.
I waited ten minutes. When Nisha returned, I lay back on the bed. I saw that her armpit was wet with water. She must have cleaned herself.
Nisha came, took my hand, and helped me to my feet.
"Hey, listen, tomorrow it won't be like this. Doing it every day is not good, okay?" she said, her voice firm.
"Ha... whatever you say," I replied, still reeling.
"Okay, go."
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