19-07-2025, 10:16 PM
The late evening air was beginning to cool as I made my way to Nisha's house. It was just after six, the sky still holding onto the last vestiges of twilight. I found her in her room, a quiet sanctuary. Moving silently, I embraced her from behind, my hands circling her waist, my lips finding the curve of her neck.
"Sorry, Nisha," I murmured, my voice a soft apology. "I just said that casually. I didn't mean to make you angry. You're beautiful, that's why I said that."
Her hands, initially still, gently freed themselves. She turned, her gaze meeting mine, and a tender hand stroked my hair.
"You'll find a good girl in the future, why are you thinking about me?" Nisha's voice was gentle, almost a whisper.
"That's why I said you should change your thoughts."
"Hmm… You said it, so okay," I replied, a touch of bewilderment lingering. I still couldn't quite grasp her earlier anger, especially her reaction towards Asha.
Then, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. I returned the gesture, our lips brushing lightly.
"Asha asked me to sleep here tonight," I announced, a hint of anticipation in my tone.
A soft chuckle escaped Nisha's lips, and her next words sent a jolt of surprise through me. "Oh, so you'll be drinking milk all night then?"
My mind reeled. How did she know? I knew she knew, deep down, but to hear her say it so openly was unexpected. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. I thought you'd scold me. Asha told me not to tell you."
Nisha's eyes twinkled. "Why wouldn't I know what's happening in the next room, even if you don't tell me?"
"So, Asha also knows what we're doing?" The question hung in the air, a newfound realization.
"Hmm, she probably does," Nisha confirmed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Hmm. I'll go to Asha's room." The thought of Asha, and what awaited me, spurred me to action.
Asha's room was a soft glow, illuminated by a bedside lamp. She was there, dressed in a simple white top, an expectant smile gracing her face as I entered. She rose, moving towards me with an easy grace, guiding me to sit before settling beside me.
"Asha, Nisha knows I drink milk," I blurted out, still slightly reeling from the earlier conversation.
"Was she angry?" Asha asked, her expression unreadable.
"No."
"Then what? Come, my husband isn't here today, stay with me." The invitation hung in the air, a silent permission. A smile bloomed on my face, and without hesitation, I reached out, my hand finding her right breast, gently squeezing it.
"Isss…" A soft sound escaped her lips.
"I'll drink both today," I declared, my voice laced with playful determination.
"Hmm, it's up to you, today it's all yours." With a fluid motion, she unbuttoned the two front buttons of her top, guiding my hand inside, allowing me to cup her right breast through the fabric of her bra. It filled my palm, soft and yielding.
"S… What are you doing, don't squeeze!" she protested, a tremor in her voice.
"But Asha, I just feel like holding it like this…" I confessed, my finger tracing circles around her nipple. A shiver ran through her, evident as she bit her lip and rested her face against my neck. Today, I was determined to coax from Asha what Nisha had so freely given.
"Asha, Nisha told me something, is it true?" I probed, my voice a low murmur.
"Mm… What is it?" Her response was hesitant. I squeezed her left breast, and she swallowed, her eyes meeting mine, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths.
"They say that on the first night of husband and wife, they turn off the lights and lick each other. Is that true?"
"Why do you care, you're a kid?" she countered, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Nisha told me, is it true?" I persisted, not letting up.
"No, there's more."
My hands found the edges of her top, and I lifted it. She surrendered, raising her arms, allowing me to pull it off.
"What else is there?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She shed her bra next, placing it aside. I leaned in, taking her left breast into my mouth, the sweet taste of milk filling my senses.
"Mmmmm… they have sex?" Asha's voice was a soft gasp.
"What is sex, Asha, can you tell me?"
"You don't need to know now." She attempted to pull my head back, but I resisted, my tongue moving on her nipple, sucking, a gentle bite.
"Don't bite like that," she chided, her voice thick with emotion.
"Your boobs are nice, the milk is sweet, ummm…" I murmured, my hand squeezing her breast from below, guiding it further into my mouth.
"Aaah… slowly."
I ignored her, my tongue dancing on her nipple, a deliberate provocation. "Mmmmm… suck the milk."
"I am sucking," I replied, the sound of milk mixing with saliva as I continued. I paused, my gaze meeting hers. She leaned in, her lips finding mine. I held her braid, pulling gently, eagerly returning her kiss. My right hand, meanwhile, moved lower, massaging the soft folds of her waist.
"Mmmmm… What are you doing?" she whispered, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Asha, Nisha told me to do this if my dick gets hard." Her eyes widened, a look of astonishment on her face.
"What else did she tell you?"
"That it goes down if Nisha puts it in her mouth and sucks it.”
"And?"
"That's it. Asha, when I drink your milk, mine gets hard."
"Show me." I released her braid, pulled down my pants, revealing myself. Asha looked at it in awe, and when her fingers brushed against me, a shiver ran through my body.
"It's so big!"
"Mmm…" I put her left breast back into my mouth, resuming my rhythmic sucking. Unable to resist, she began to stroke me.
"Mmm Asha… you do it better than Nisha." I felt the flow of milk lessen, perhaps it was finished. I moved to her right breast, continuing to suck and lick, kissing her chest for another ten minutes, all while Asha's delicate fingers continued their ministrations.
We lay back on the bed, side by side. I dbangd a leg over Asha, and we kissed. Her touch was light, caressing me with tender fingers. I paused, a thought forming.
"Asha, this is so good. Can I really sleep next to you tonight?"
"Yes… all night, you can kiss my boobs however you want."
As I squeezed her right breast, she took my hand, guiding it beneath her pajama. My index finger brushed against the tip of her clitoris, and she trembled, her lips finding mine in a hurried kiss. I pressed a little deeper, my finger exploring.
"Ah…" A soft gasp escaped her.
"Nisha let me lick her down there, it's not wrong, is it, otherwise she'll scold me, I have to do what she says."
"It's fine, did you like it?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Ha, it was good. Asha, does your husband lick you? They say a husband does that for his wife."
"Yes, but my husband doesn't lick like that." I tentatively inserted my finger a little into her vagina, pressing my lips to the side. "Innocently," I explained, "I pricked Nisha's vagina with my tongue like this."
"Amma…" she gasped, a sharp intake of breath.
I pulled my hand back, a flicker of concern in my mind. "What happened, Asha, shouldn't I do it with my finger?"
"Ha, not with your finger."
With a determined tug, I pulled down her pajamas and panties. Her vagina was densely covered with dark hair. Fully undressed, I leaned over Asha. She reached out, her fingers closing around me, a silent gasp escaping her lips as she bit them, stroking me with increasing urgency.
"Asha, Nisha doesn't have hair like this. I want to see your vagina."
She rose, grabbing my shoulders, and pulled me on top of her. My erection pressed between her thighs, and I felt the world recede, a daze washing over me. I squeezed Asha's left breast, rubbing my head below her navel. She captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
"Haaah… should I tell you what they do on the wedding night?"
"They lick, right? Nisha told me."
"She's not married, she doesn't know anything…" Asha's voice held a hint of mischievousness.
"Yes, that's why Asha, I'm asking you."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't know, Nisha told me a little and left it. I want to know everything."
"Oh really?"
"Ha…"
She glanced down, seeing me pressing against her navel, and a laugh bubbled up. It was then that a suspicion formed: was this truly happening now? Could I handle it? My heart pounded, a frantic drum in my chest. My erection throbbed, buzzing with an intensity I hadn't known before.
Asha shifted beneath me, spreading her legs, guiding me between her thighs. My erection aligned with her vagina. I looked at her, an eager, questioning gaze in my eyes. I understood, yet feigned ignorance, watching her every move. She spread her legs wider, tucked a pillow beneath her head, tossed her braid back, and then, with delicate fingers, she began to stroke me back and forth, smearing the glistening liquid that dripped from me all around.
"Hey, you have to do what I say," she instructed, her voice soft but firm.”
"Ha…"
"Hold yours and put it in my vagina."
I took hold of myself, deliberately rubbing against the upper edge of her vagina.
"Aaah… down." Now I pressed against the lower edge, near her butt.
"Amma… in the middle, come on."
"What, Asha, I don't understand," I feigned, enjoying the teasing.
"Come in the middle, baby, slowly push your dick in, you'll know." I continued to tease, rubbing and pressing against her folds, an immense satisfaction washing over me. I couldn't stop myself.
"Asha, it feels good like this, but I don't know how to put it in."
"Oh Shiva… how will it happen like this? My husband isn't here today, that's why I brought you. Don't delay, press it a little on mine." Her wetness, warm and inviting, brushed against me, sending a surge through my already throbbing erection. Then, in a rush of excitement, I suddenly pierced the head of my erection into the opening below her labia.
"Aaah… push it slowly forward," she gasped.
I braced myself with one hand on the bed, and with the other, I stroked Asha's waist, slowly pushing my hips forward. Half of me slipped into her.
"Ahm… Ha…" She closed her eyes, a shiver running through her body, as she spread her thighs, welcoming me further.
"Asha, why like this?"
"You're the one who asked what they do on the wedding night."
"They do this? No…" I said, pulling out and sitting up. Like lightning, she sprang up, grabbing my neck, pulling me back on top of her, her lips raining kisses on my face.
"Put it in."
"Asha, your husband should do that."
"He doesn't do it properly, you put it in."
"Is it okay?"
"Hmm… I'm telling you." I felt as if I had perhaps pushed a bit too far. Okay, I thought, and leaned back down, pressing myself against her. I slid in smoothly again, slick with her juices.
"Ah…"
"Mmmmm… Asha…" I murmured, pushing a little further. A sharp pain must have shot through her, for Asha screamed, "Amma…!" She clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound. I squeezed her soft waist, and in a surge of pleasure, slammed myself inside completely, falling on top of her.
"Amma… you killed me." I lifted my head, meeting her tear-filled eyes.
"Ha… Asha, it's tight, my dick is constricted."
"Hey, I told you to go slow, you didn't listen…" Tears streamed from her eyes. I pushed back, pulling myself halfway out.
"Ha… Abba, push it in like that." As soon as she said "push," I thrust forward. She trembled, her hands cupping my face, steadying herself.
"S… like that, boy, move back and forth and fuck."
"Mmmmm…" I began to move slowly, a rhythmic thrust. Her moans were passionate, sweet, and low. We were both panting, our breaths ragged. Asha was so soft, and her vagina felt incredibly tight, slick with her arousal. Unable to stop, I continued.
"Ah… ahh… Abba.”
"Asha, it's good, Asha…"
"Fuck, boy, fuck until you cum."
"Meaning?"
"What you're doing now, that's it."
"Haaahmm…" I held her waist with my left hand, continuing the relentless rhythm. Oh, I was swaying in heaven. Asha closed her eyes, trembling with each thrust, her breasts swaying gently with my movements. Watching that made my nerves tingle, a delicious sensation.
After three minutes, with Asha moaning and both of us nearing exhaustion, I came. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck, emptying my semen into her.
"Ha… Ha…"
"Mmmmm…" I emptied myself two more times, moving my hips, rubbing itchily inside her.
"Mmmmm… take it out." When I finally pulled out, the sensation was incredibly good. She tightened her thighs around me. I hugged her from behind, closed my eyes, and from sheer exhaustion, fell asleep.
"Sorry, Nisha," I murmured, my voice a soft apology. "I just said that casually. I didn't mean to make you angry. You're beautiful, that's why I said that."
Her hands, initially still, gently freed themselves. She turned, her gaze meeting mine, and a tender hand stroked my hair.
"You'll find a good girl in the future, why are you thinking about me?" Nisha's voice was gentle, almost a whisper.
"That's why I said you should change your thoughts."
"Hmm… You said it, so okay," I replied, a touch of bewilderment lingering. I still couldn't quite grasp her earlier anger, especially her reaction towards Asha.
Then, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. I returned the gesture, our lips brushing lightly.
"Asha asked me to sleep here tonight," I announced, a hint of anticipation in my tone.
A soft chuckle escaped Nisha's lips, and her next words sent a jolt of surprise through me. "Oh, so you'll be drinking milk all night then?"
My mind reeled. How did she know? I knew she knew, deep down, but to hear her say it so openly was unexpected. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. I thought you'd scold me. Asha told me not to tell you."
Nisha's eyes twinkled. "Why wouldn't I know what's happening in the next room, even if you don't tell me?"
"So, Asha also knows what we're doing?" The question hung in the air, a newfound realization.
"Hmm, she probably does," Nisha confirmed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Hmm. I'll go to Asha's room." The thought of Asha, and what awaited me, spurred me to action.
Asha's room was a soft glow, illuminated by a bedside lamp. She was there, dressed in a simple white top, an expectant smile gracing her face as I entered. She rose, moving towards me with an easy grace, guiding me to sit before settling beside me.
"Asha, Nisha knows I drink milk," I blurted out, still slightly reeling from the earlier conversation.
"Was she angry?" Asha asked, her expression unreadable.
"No."
"Then what? Come, my husband isn't here today, stay with me." The invitation hung in the air, a silent permission. A smile bloomed on my face, and without hesitation, I reached out, my hand finding her right breast, gently squeezing it.
"Isss…" A soft sound escaped her lips.
"I'll drink both today," I declared, my voice laced with playful determination.
"Hmm, it's up to you, today it's all yours." With a fluid motion, she unbuttoned the two front buttons of her top, guiding my hand inside, allowing me to cup her right breast through the fabric of her bra. It filled my palm, soft and yielding.
"S… What are you doing, don't squeeze!" she protested, a tremor in her voice.
"But Asha, I just feel like holding it like this…" I confessed, my finger tracing circles around her nipple. A shiver ran through her, evident as she bit her lip and rested her face against my neck. Today, I was determined to coax from Asha what Nisha had so freely given.
"Asha, Nisha told me something, is it true?" I probed, my voice a low murmur.
"Mm… What is it?" Her response was hesitant. I squeezed her left breast, and she swallowed, her eyes meeting mine, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths.
"They say that on the first night of husband and wife, they turn off the lights and lick each other. Is that true?"
"Why do you care, you're a kid?" she countered, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Nisha told me, is it true?" I persisted, not letting up.
"No, there's more."
My hands found the edges of her top, and I lifted it. She surrendered, raising her arms, allowing me to pull it off.
"What else is there?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She shed her bra next, placing it aside. I leaned in, taking her left breast into my mouth, the sweet taste of milk filling my senses.
"Mmmmm… they have sex?" Asha's voice was a soft gasp.
"What is sex, Asha, can you tell me?"
"You don't need to know now." She attempted to pull my head back, but I resisted, my tongue moving on her nipple, sucking, a gentle bite.
"Don't bite like that," she chided, her voice thick with emotion.
"Your boobs are nice, the milk is sweet, ummm…" I murmured, my hand squeezing her breast from below, guiding it further into my mouth.
"Aaah… slowly."
I ignored her, my tongue dancing on her nipple, a deliberate provocation. "Mmmmm… suck the milk."
"I am sucking," I replied, the sound of milk mixing with saliva as I continued. I paused, my gaze meeting hers. She leaned in, her lips finding mine. I held her braid, pulling gently, eagerly returning her kiss. My right hand, meanwhile, moved lower, massaging the soft folds of her waist.
"Mmmmm… What are you doing?" she whispered, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Asha, Nisha told me to do this if my dick gets hard." Her eyes widened, a look of astonishment on her face.
"What else did she tell you?"
"That it goes down if Nisha puts it in her mouth and sucks it.”
"And?"
"That's it. Asha, when I drink your milk, mine gets hard."
"Show me." I released her braid, pulled down my pants, revealing myself. Asha looked at it in awe, and when her fingers brushed against me, a shiver ran through my body.
"It's so big!"
"Mmm…" I put her left breast back into my mouth, resuming my rhythmic sucking. Unable to resist, she began to stroke me.
"Mmm Asha… you do it better than Nisha." I felt the flow of milk lessen, perhaps it was finished. I moved to her right breast, continuing to suck and lick, kissing her chest for another ten minutes, all while Asha's delicate fingers continued their ministrations.
We lay back on the bed, side by side. I dbangd a leg over Asha, and we kissed. Her touch was light, caressing me with tender fingers. I paused, a thought forming.
"Asha, this is so good. Can I really sleep next to you tonight?"
"Yes… all night, you can kiss my boobs however you want."
As I squeezed her right breast, she took my hand, guiding it beneath her pajama. My index finger brushed against the tip of her clitoris, and she trembled, her lips finding mine in a hurried kiss. I pressed a little deeper, my finger exploring.
"Ah…" A soft gasp escaped her.
"Nisha let me lick her down there, it's not wrong, is it, otherwise she'll scold me, I have to do what she says."
"It's fine, did you like it?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Ha, it was good. Asha, does your husband lick you? They say a husband does that for his wife."
"Yes, but my husband doesn't lick like that." I tentatively inserted my finger a little into her vagina, pressing my lips to the side. "Innocently," I explained, "I pricked Nisha's vagina with my tongue like this."
"Amma…" she gasped, a sharp intake of breath.
I pulled my hand back, a flicker of concern in my mind. "What happened, Asha, shouldn't I do it with my finger?"
"Ha, not with your finger."
With a determined tug, I pulled down her pajamas and panties. Her vagina was densely covered with dark hair. Fully undressed, I leaned over Asha. She reached out, her fingers closing around me, a silent gasp escaping her lips as she bit them, stroking me with increasing urgency.
"Asha, Nisha doesn't have hair like this. I want to see your vagina."
She rose, grabbing my shoulders, and pulled me on top of her. My erection pressed between her thighs, and I felt the world recede, a daze washing over me. I squeezed Asha's left breast, rubbing my head below her navel. She captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
"Haaah… should I tell you what they do on the wedding night?"
"They lick, right? Nisha told me."
"She's not married, she doesn't know anything…" Asha's voice held a hint of mischievousness.
"Yes, that's why Asha, I'm asking you."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't know, Nisha told me a little and left it. I want to know everything."
"Oh really?"
"Ha…"
She glanced down, seeing me pressing against her navel, and a laugh bubbled up. It was then that a suspicion formed: was this truly happening now? Could I handle it? My heart pounded, a frantic drum in my chest. My erection throbbed, buzzing with an intensity I hadn't known before.
Asha shifted beneath me, spreading her legs, guiding me between her thighs. My erection aligned with her vagina. I looked at her, an eager, questioning gaze in my eyes. I understood, yet feigned ignorance, watching her every move. She spread her legs wider, tucked a pillow beneath her head, tossed her braid back, and then, with delicate fingers, she began to stroke me back and forth, smearing the glistening liquid that dripped from me all around.
"Hey, you have to do what I say," she instructed, her voice soft but firm.”
"Ha…"
"Hold yours and put it in my vagina."
I took hold of myself, deliberately rubbing against the upper edge of her vagina.
"Aaah… down." Now I pressed against the lower edge, near her butt.
"Amma… in the middle, come on."
"What, Asha, I don't understand," I feigned, enjoying the teasing.
"Come in the middle, baby, slowly push your dick in, you'll know." I continued to tease, rubbing and pressing against her folds, an immense satisfaction washing over me. I couldn't stop myself.
"Asha, it feels good like this, but I don't know how to put it in."
"Oh Shiva… how will it happen like this? My husband isn't here today, that's why I brought you. Don't delay, press it a little on mine." Her wetness, warm and inviting, brushed against me, sending a surge through my already throbbing erection. Then, in a rush of excitement, I suddenly pierced the head of my erection into the opening below her labia.
"Aaah… push it slowly forward," she gasped.
I braced myself with one hand on the bed, and with the other, I stroked Asha's waist, slowly pushing my hips forward. Half of me slipped into her.
"Ahm… Ha…" She closed her eyes, a shiver running through her body, as she spread her thighs, welcoming me further.
"Asha, why like this?"
"You're the one who asked what they do on the wedding night."
"They do this? No…" I said, pulling out and sitting up. Like lightning, she sprang up, grabbing my neck, pulling me back on top of her, her lips raining kisses on my face.
"Put it in."
"Asha, your husband should do that."
"He doesn't do it properly, you put it in."
"Is it okay?"
"Hmm… I'm telling you." I felt as if I had perhaps pushed a bit too far. Okay, I thought, and leaned back down, pressing myself against her. I slid in smoothly again, slick with her juices.
"Ah…"
"Mmmmm… Asha…" I murmured, pushing a little further. A sharp pain must have shot through her, for Asha screamed, "Amma…!" She clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound. I squeezed her soft waist, and in a surge of pleasure, slammed myself inside completely, falling on top of her.
"Amma… you killed me." I lifted my head, meeting her tear-filled eyes.
"Ha… Asha, it's tight, my dick is constricted."
"Hey, I told you to go slow, you didn't listen…" Tears streamed from her eyes. I pushed back, pulling myself halfway out.
"Ha… Abba, push it in like that." As soon as she said "push," I thrust forward. She trembled, her hands cupping my face, steadying herself.
"S… like that, boy, move back and forth and fuck."
"Mmmmm…" I began to move slowly, a rhythmic thrust. Her moans were passionate, sweet, and low. We were both panting, our breaths ragged. Asha was so soft, and her vagina felt incredibly tight, slick with her arousal. Unable to stop, I continued.
"Ah… ahh… Abba.”
"Asha, it's good, Asha…"
"Fuck, boy, fuck until you cum."
"Meaning?"
"What you're doing now, that's it."
"Haaahmm…" I held her waist with my left hand, continuing the relentless rhythm. Oh, I was swaying in heaven. Asha closed her eyes, trembling with each thrust, her breasts swaying gently with my movements. Watching that made my nerves tingle, a delicious sensation.
After three minutes, with Asha moaning and both of us nearing exhaustion, I came. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck, emptying my semen into her.
"Ha… Ha…"
"Mmmmm…" I emptied myself two more times, moving my hips, rubbing itchily inside her.
"Mmmmm… take it out." When I finally pulled out, the sensation was incredibly good. She tightened her thighs around me. I hugged her from behind, closed my eyes, and from sheer exhaustion, fell asleep.
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