01-09-2025, 01:19 PM
Saga 3 - Scene 2 - Rupa ki lalsa
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Rupa suckled at Dipa’s breast with a desperate, noisy fervor, her eyes closed, her expression a mixture of desperation and awe. White milk, rich and sweet was plentiful, leaking from the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin and onto Dipa’s soft belly.
Harish, sitting on the cot, watched every drop, his own mouth becoming dry as a desert. His throat working as he swallowed repeatedly, faint flush was creeping up his neck. His breathing, which had been shallow, was becoming deeper, more ragged. The sight of his own wife, another woman’s milk on her lips, her mouth latched onto a breast far larger and fuller than her own, was a powerful, confusing shock to his dormant system.
Gopal sat silently on his stool, his eyes wide, witnessing something beyond his comprehension.
Rupa: (pulling away from the nipple, her lips slick with milk) Memsahab… it is so sweet. I can feel the strength… the life… flowing into me.
She looked over at her husband. A slow, astonished smile spread across her face.
Rupa: (pulling away, her face flushed) Memsahab… he is watching… Looks like my husband is interested! His eyes… they are not dead anymore!
Dipa: (a serene, powerful smile) Of course, he is interested. Life calls to life. But watching is not enough. The cure must be taken directly. Bring him to me.
Rupa went to her husband and gently took his hand, pulling him from the cot. He followed her like a man in a trance, his gaze fixed on Dipa’s magnificent, bare breasts. He stood before her, his head bowed in shame, but his eyes kept flicking up to steal glances at her heavy, milk-veined flesh.
Dipa: To create and raise a child, both the mother and the father must be strong. You both need nourishment from the source. Come, suck my milk, both of you.
She stood before them, a goddess offering a sacrament. Harish looked at his wife, then at Dipa, then back at his wife. Rupa nodded encouragingly, her eyes shining.
Rupa: Do it, my love. For us. For our baby.
Slowly, hesitantly, Harish knelt before Dipa. At the same time, Rupa knelt on her other side. Dipa placed a hand on each of their heads, a gesture of benediction.
Dipa: Drink, my children. Drink and be healed.
Harish took one nipple in his mouth, his suckle tentative at first, then growing stronger, more desperate. Rupa took the other. Dipa stood between them, her head thrown back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the twin pulls on her breasts. The milk flowed freely, a copious, warm stream. Harish and Rupa drank greedily, their hands coming up to clutch and knead her breasts. After a moment, Rupa pulled away from the nipple and turned to her husband.
Rupa: My love… taste it.
She pressed her milky lips to his, their tongues meeting as she shared the milk from her mouth with him. He drank from her, then turned back to Dipa’s breast with renewed vigor. They continued this strange communion, suckling from Dipa and then kissing, sharing the life-giving fluid between them, a bizarre, holy trinity.
Gopal watched from his stool, his body rigid with tension. This was beyond anything he had imagined. It was a pagan ritual, a scene of impossible debauchery disguised as a holy cure. His plan had worked better than he could have ever dreamed. He felt a profound, possessive thrill. This was his creation. She was his masterpiece.
He stood up and moved silently behind Dipa. She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, feeling the dual pull on her nipples. Gopal wrapped his arms around her bare waist, pulling her back against his hard, stocky body. He buried his face in the curve of her hip, his mouth hot against her skin.
Dipa: (startled) Gopal… what are you doing?
Gopal: (his voice a low, triumphant whisper against her skin) I am feeling the power, Memsahab. The power that I brought here.
Dipa: You… brought here? What do you mean?
Gopal: It was me, Memsahab. I heard the stories about you. The healing mother with breasts full of life-giving milk. I knew you were the only one who could cure my friend. I told Rupa to go and look for you. I told her the story she should tell. It was my plan to bring you to this hut.
Dipa went still. Her mind, lost in thought of Harish and Rupa sucking her milk out of her body. She was too happy being the healing mother.
Gopal: You are not angry, Memsahab?
Dipa: (after a long pause, her voice strangely calm) No. I am not angry. If you planned this, then your need, your sorrow… it must be the greatest of all. You are the one who truly requires healing. Everyone here is my children and I must take care of each and everyone of you.
He hugged her tighter, emboldened by her acceptance.
Gopal: Yes, Memsahab. My need is the greatest. And now that they are cured… it is my turn to receive your blessing.
Just then, Rupa pulled away from Dipa’s breast, a gasp of pure joy on her lips.
Rupa: Memsahab! Look! It’s working! Oh, my husband, look! You have cured him!
She was pointing at Harish’s lungi. A thick, powerful erection was straining against the thin fabric, the first he’d had in over a year. Harish looked down at himself, his face a mask of utter astonishment and a dawning, potent pride.
Dipa looked at the proof of her power. The man was restored.
Dipa: Yes. The seed is awake.
She gently pushed Harish and Rupa away from her breasts.
Dipa: Now is the moment, Harish. The ritual must be completed. Please, take care of your wife. Show her that you are a man again. I am watching.
She stepped back, her arms crossed under her bare breasts leaking milk, resuming her role as the healing mother. Harish, his eyes blazing with a newfound fire, pulled Rupa onto the cot. He began kissing her with a desperate passion, his hands tearing at her clothes.
Gopal turned his attention back to Dipa. His own cock was now a painful, rigid bulge in his trousers.
Gopal: Memsahab… they are healed. But my… my own body is now in turmoil. Seeing your power… it has awakened a hunger in me. I feel… empty.
Dipa: You orchestrated this miracle, Gopal. You brought the cure here. It is only right that you also drink from the fountain.
She moved toward him, her large breasts swaying and leaking milk on the ground. Her nipples were red and raw, but still exquisitely sensitive.
Gopal: For me? Memsahab, you would…?
Dipa: Your need is the greatest. The one who seeks the cure most desperately deserves the largest portion. Come. Drink. Be filled.
He fell to his knees, his mouth closing over her breast. There was so much milk, he suckled on the nipple greedily, his tongue laving the wet flesh of the nipple, his hands gripping her ass. Dipa placed a hand on his head, her eyes turning back to the cot, where Harish was now naked, his body poised above his wife's, ready to complete the act she had commanded. She stood there, a silent, naked goddess, the mastermind of the entire affair feeding from her breast, while his pawns prepared to engage in the act of creation, all of them moving to the rhythm of her will.
Gopal: Memsahab… your taste… it is a medicine for the soul. I want to be filled with it.
He released her nipple, his mouth still open, and buried his face between her huge, soft breasts. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her skin, her sweat, and her milk filling his lungs. It was an intoxicating, animal smell of a fertile, powerful woman.
Gopal: Memsahab, please heal me from my desires, there are too many. I have seen you from afar, but I have never been so close to you. Your smell… it is driving me mad.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, moved higher, his thick fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then moving to her back, pulling her tighter against him. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, his lips hot and wet.
Gopal: Please, Memsahab. My desire is too strong. I must be beneath you. I must look up at my goddess as she saves me. Please, come on top of me. Ride me. Drive the sickness out of me with your power.
She nodded.
He moved from his knees, lying down on the dusty floor of the hut where she had stood moments before. His erection was thick and painfully hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Dipa stood over him, a towering, naked beauty, and then slowly, gracefully, lowered herself down. She took his cock in her hand, its heat a familiar, welcome weight. She guided the thick, wet head to her pussy entrance and then sank down, impaling herself on him with a long, wet sigh.
Dipa: Ummm… yes… just like this.
She began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling, her heavy breasts swaying just above his face.
Dipa: Suck my nipples while you fuck me. A child must not be denied his mother’s comfort.
He reached up, taking a nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she rode him. His other hand found her clit, rubbing and pinching, increasing the intensity.
Dipa: Ahhh… yes… harder… fuck me harder, my child. Take your cure. Take all of it.
Her pace quickened, her hips bucking and slamming down on him, her moans mixing with the sounds of Harish and Rupa on the cot. The small hut was filled with the sounds of a primal, desperate ecstasy.
Gopal: Memsahab… I am… I am coming! I can’t stop!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your restored life! Now!
With a final, massive thrust that lifted her off the floor, he roared, his body convulsing as he shot his load deep inside her womb. The force of his orgasm triggered her own. She screamed, a high, piercing sound of pure release, her inner muscles clenching around him as she climaxed. They collapsed together on the floor, a tangle of sweaty, spent limbs.
After a moment, Dipa stirred. She pushed herself up, her body aching but strangely energized.
She waited for 2 mins. She was Relaxing, feeling the vibrations in her body, the juices were flowing.
Then still in an intoxicating state She looked over at the cot. Harish was still on top of Rupa, his body moving in a steady rhythm, his mouth locked with hers. He was a man again. A complete man. But the ritual was not yet finished.
Dipa crawled over to the cot, her movements slow and deliberate.
Dipa: Harish…
He turned his head, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his penis still buried deep inside his wife. Dipa took her breast, now soft and empty but still exquisitely sensitive, and offered it to him.
Dipa: Here, Harish. Drink. Take the last of the energy. Release your seed inside Rupa. Make her pregnant. Complete the miracle.
Harish, his penis still buried deep inside his wife, turned his head towards the goddess who commanded him. Seeing Dipa’s magnificent, milk-beaded breast offered to him felt like a profound honor, the final blessing in his resurrection. He released his wife’s lips and latched onto Dipa’s nipple, his mouth sucking softly, reverently.
The combination of the tight, wet heat of his wife’s cunt and the sweet, life-giving taste of Dipa’s milk was an overwhelming sensory overload. He felt a jolt of pure, primal energy surge through him. His penis, already hard, swelled to an almost painful thickness inside Rupa.
Rupa: (gasping) Oh, my god… Harish… you are… so big inside me! It’s so intense!
Harish groaned against Dipa’s breast, his hips beginning to buck and thrust with a mind of their own. He was losing control, the feeling too powerful to contain after a year of deadness.
Harish: (shouting) Memsahab! Rupa! Bus, aur nahi control ho raha! I can’t control it anymore!
With a final, desperate roar, his body convulsed. Rupa screamed as she felt his release, a massive, hot flood that seemed to go on forever. It was the first time he had come inside her in over a year. The semen was super thick and yellow, a potent, concentrated release that filled her completely.
Rupa: (panting) OMG, that was… so intense… I am full… so full of you…
Dipa: Rupa, raise your legs. Keep them up. Let the sperm go deep inside, where it belongs. Harish, that was good. But to make Rupa pregnant, you will need to ejaculate a few more times. Come here. Let me make you hard again.
Harish pulled out of his wife, his cock now soft and spent. He crawled over to Dipa.
Dipa: Come, my child.
She took his soft penis in her hand and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. She began to suck gently, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips creating a warm, wet vacuum. Harish was already feeling an intense blood flow return to his groin, and on top of Dipa’s expert sucking, he was feeling blissful.
Harish: Memsahab… your mouth… it’s… heaven. Give me two minutes…
He gently pushed her head away and stood up, walking a few steps away to catch his breath. Dipa immediately followed him. She came up behind him, pressing her heavy, bare breasts against his back, her arms wrapping around his waist, her hands finding his softening cock.
Dipa: You cannot rest yet. The work is not finished.
The feeling of her soft breasts on his back was too much for Harish. He moaned as he felt his penis stir and grow hard again in her hands. She turned him around and knelt before him, taking him into her mouth once more, sucking with a focused intensity until he was fully, painfully erect.
Dipa: (looking up at him) Now. Go back inside her. Release one more time.
Harish: Memsahab… can you… can you hug me from behind while I do it? I need your strength.
Dipa: Yes.
Harish went back to the cot. Rupa’s legs were still in the air, her cunt glistening with his seed. As he knelt between her thighs, Dipa moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her bare, soft breasts firmly against his back. He groaned as he slid his cock back inside his wife’s already vibrating, sperm-filled hole.
Rupa: Aahhh… yes… fill me again…
With Dipa’s breasts pressed against his back, her arms holding him, her power flowing into him, Harish began to thrust again. His horniness reaching an unbearable peak. He couldn’t hold it together for long. He roared once more, his body spasming as he shot a second, massive load deep inside Rupa.
Dipa: Well done, Harish. I hope you will soon be a father, ejaculate multiple times and the probability increases multiple times.
Harish: Thanks to the healing mother. I am now feeling good about myself.
Dipa leaned around him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
Harish: No more, Memsahab. I cannot take any more. I am… empty. Sorry.
Dipa smiled and began to untangle herself from them. She looked around the hut, her healing work completed. She picked up her discarded clothes and began to get dressed, a sense of serene accomplishment washing over her. Rupa lay on the cot, her legs still held high in the air as instructed.
Dipa: Yes, Rupa. Keep them up for fifteen minutes.
Harish, Gopal, and Rupa all looked at her with eyes full of awe and gratitude. They thanked their Memsahab, their goddess, their healing mother. Dipa simply nodded, her task here finished. She walked out of the hut into the bright, dusty afternoon to find the driver pacing anxiously by the car.
=Teaser for next=
Driver: Memsahab! I was looking for you for so long! Where were you?
Dipa: I was busy. Let's go back to the house now.
Driver: Yes, Memsahab. Sahab has been waiting for two hours now.
As Dipa was walking towards her car, she spots a strong young lean lad walking in front of her.
Dipa: Hello bachche, tumhara nam kya hai? What is your name ?
Kid: My name is Arun.
Dipa looked at his forearms, they were unusually strong.
Dipa also noticed something larger between his legs, an unusually longer than normal bulge? What? How is this possible?
Dipa couldn’t stop herself and just starting moving and pressing her hands all over his body to just confirm whether his strength and his bulge were real or just a mistake of her eye.
Dipa touched his shoulder and back and then his shorts and her thumb touched the edge of the bulge and then the whole hand.
Arun: Memsahab, aap kya kar rahi hai.
Dipa(thinking): Yes, this young guy has everything I need. Let me hire him as a helper. I will do whatever I want from him. He will be my slave.
Dipa: Beta, aap kya kartey ho.
Arun: Yaha peche ek resturant hai, waha kaam karta hu.
Dipa: Kitne rupay dete hai ek mahine ke?
Arun: 3000
Dipa: Mere ghar kaam karoge? paanch hazar doongi, khane ko bhi milega aur rehne ko bhi.
Arun: Theek hai, aap Jaisa kahen.
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Rupa suckled at Dipa’s breast with a desperate, noisy fervor, her eyes closed, her expression a mixture of desperation and awe. White milk, rich and sweet was plentiful, leaking from the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin and onto Dipa’s soft belly.
Harish, sitting on the cot, watched every drop, his own mouth becoming dry as a desert. His throat working as he swallowed repeatedly, faint flush was creeping up his neck. His breathing, which had been shallow, was becoming deeper, more ragged. The sight of his own wife, another woman’s milk on her lips, her mouth latched onto a breast far larger and fuller than her own, was a powerful, confusing shock to his dormant system.
Gopal sat silently on his stool, his eyes wide, witnessing something beyond his comprehension.
Rupa: (pulling away from the nipple, her lips slick with milk) Memsahab… it is so sweet. I can feel the strength… the life… flowing into me.
She looked over at her husband. A slow, astonished smile spread across her face.
Rupa: (pulling away, her face flushed) Memsahab… he is watching… Looks like my husband is interested! His eyes… they are not dead anymore!
Dipa: (a serene, powerful smile) Of course, he is interested. Life calls to life. But watching is not enough. The cure must be taken directly. Bring him to me.
Rupa went to her husband and gently took his hand, pulling him from the cot. He followed her like a man in a trance, his gaze fixed on Dipa’s magnificent, bare breasts. He stood before her, his head bowed in shame, but his eyes kept flicking up to steal glances at her heavy, milk-veined flesh.
Dipa: To create and raise a child, both the mother and the father must be strong. You both need nourishment from the source. Come, suck my milk, both of you.
She stood before them, a goddess offering a sacrament. Harish looked at his wife, then at Dipa, then back at his wife. Rupa nodded encouragingly, her eyes shining.
Rupa: Do it, my love. For us. For our baby.
Slowly, hesitantly, Harish knelt before Dipa. At the same time, Rupa knelt on her other side. Dipa placed a hand on each of their heads, a gesture of benediction.
Dipa: Drink, my children. Drink and be healed.
Harish took one nipple in his mouth, his suckle tentative at first, then growing stronger, more desperate. Rupa took the other. Dipa stood between them, her head thrown back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the twin pulls on her breasts. The milk flowed freely, a copious, warm stream. Harish and Rupa drank greedily, their hands coming up to clutch and knead her breasts. After a moment, Rupa pulled away from the nipple and turned to her husband.
Rupa: My love… taste it.
She pressed her milky lips to his, their tongues meeting as she shared the milk from her mouth with him. He drank from her, then turned back to Dipa’s breast with renewed vigor. They continued this strange communion, suckling from Dipa and then kissing, sharing the life-giving fluid between them, a bizarre, holy trinity.
Gopal watched from his stool, his body rigid with tension. This was beyond anything he had imagined. It was a pagan ritual, a scene of impossible debauchery disguised as a holy cure. His plan had worked better than he could have ever dreamed. He felt a profound, possessive thrill. This was his creation. She was his masterpiece.
He stood up and moved silently behind Dipa. She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, feeling the dual pull on her nipples. Gopal wrapped his arms around her bare waist, pulling her back against his hard, stocky body. He buried his face in the curve of her hip, his mouth hot against her skin.
Dipa: (startled) Gopal… what are you doing?
Gopal: (his voice a low, triumphant whisper against her skin) I am feeling the power, Memsahab. The power that I brought here.
Dipa: You… brought here? What do you mean?
Gopal: It was me, Memsahab. I heard the stories about you. The healing mother with breasts full of life-giving milk. I knew you were the only one who could cure my friend. I told Rupa to go and look for you. I told her the story she should tell. It was my plan to bring you to this hut.
Dipa went still. Her mind, lost in thought of Harish and Rupa sucking her milk out of her body. She was too happy being the healing mother.
Gopal: You are not angry, Memsahab?
Dipa: (after a long pause, her voice strangely calm) No. I am not angry. If you planned this, then your need, your sorrow… it must be the greatest of all. You are the one who truly requires healing. Everyone here is my children and I must take care of each and everyone of you.
He hugged her tighter, emboldened by her acceptance.
Gopal: Yes, Memsahab. My need is the greatest. And now that they are cured… it is my turn to receive your blessing.
Just then, Rupa pulled away from Dipa’s breast, a gasp of pure joy on her lips.
Rupa: Memsahab! Look! It’s working! Oh, my husband, look! You have cured him!
She was pointing at Harish’s lungi. A thick, powerful erection was straining against the thin fabric, the first he’d had in over a year. Harish looked down at himself, his face a mask of utter astonishment and a dawning, potent pride.
Dipa looked at the proof of her power. The man was restored.
Dipa: Yes. The seed is awake.
She gently pushed Harish and Rupa away from her breasts.
Dipa: Now is the moment, Harish. The ritual must be completed. Please, take care of your wife. Show her that you are a man again. I am watching.
She stepped back, her arms crossed under her bare breasts leaking milk, resuming her role as the healing mother. Harish, his eyes blazing with a newfound fire, pulled Rupa onto the cot. He began kissing her with a desperate passion, his hands tearing at her clothes.
Gopal turned his attention back to Dipa. His own cock was now a painful, rigid bulge in his trousers.
Gopal: Memsahab… they are healed. But my… my own body is now in turmoil. Seeing your power… it has awakened a hunger in me. I feel… empty.
Dipa: You orchestrated this miracle, Gopal. You brought the cure here. It is only right that you also drink from the fountain.
She moved toward him, her large breasts swaying and leaking milk on the ground. Her nipples were red and raw, but still exquisitely sensitive.
Gopal: For me? Memsahab, you would…?
Dipa: Your need is the greatest. The one who seeks the cure most desperately deserves the largest portion. Come. Drink. Be filled.
He fell to his knees, his mouth closing over her breast. There was so much milk, he suckled on the nipple greedily, his tongue laving the wet flesh of the nipple, his hands gripping her ass. Dipa placed a hand on his head, her eyes turning back to the cot, where Harish was now naked, his body poised above his wife's, ready to complete the act she had commanded. She stood there, a silent, naked goddess, the mastermind of the entire affair feeding from her breast, while his pawns prepared to engage in the act of creation, all of them moving to the rhythm of her will.
Gopal: Memsahab… your taste… it is a medicine for the soul. I want to be filled with it.
He released her nipple, his mouth still open, and buried his face between her huge, soft breasts. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her skin, her sweat, and her milk filling his lungs. It was an intoxicating, animal smell of a fertile, powerful woman.
Gopal: Memsahab, please heal me from my desires, there are too many. I have seen you from afar, but I have never been so close to you. Your smell… it is driving me mad.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, moved higher, his thick fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then moving to her back, pulling her tighter against him. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, his lips hot and wet.
Gopal: Please, Memsahab. My desire is too strong. I must be beneath you. I must look up at my goddess as she saves me. Please, come on top of me. Ride me. Drive the sickness out of me with your power.
She nodded.
He moved from his knees, lying down on the dusty floor of the hut where she had stood moments before. His erection was thick and painfully hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Dipa stood over him, a towering, naked beauty, and then slowly, gracefully, lowered herself down. She took his cock in her hand, its heat a familiar, welcome weight. She guided the thick, wet head to her pussy entrance and then sank down, impaling herself on him with a long, wet sigh.
Dipa: Ummm… yes… just like this.
She began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling, her heavy breasts swaying just above his face.
Dipa: Suck my nipples while you fuck me. A child must not be denied his mother’s comfort.
He reached up, taking a nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she rode him. His other hand found her clit, rubbing and pinching, increasing the intensity.
Dipa: Ahhh… yes… harder… fuck me harder, my child. Take your cure. Take all of it.
Her pace quickened, her hips bucking and slamming down on him, her moans mixing with the sounds of Harish and Rupa on the cot. The small hut was filled with the sounds of a primal, desperate ecstasy.
Gopal: Memsahab… I am… I am coming! I can’t stop!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your restored life! Now!
With a final, massive thrust that lifted her off the floor, he roared, his body convulsing as he shot his load deep inside her womb. The force of his orgasm triggered her own. She screamed, a high, piercing sound of pure release, her inner muscles clenching around him as she climaxed. They collapsed together on the floor, a tangle of sweaty, spent limbs.
After a moment, Dipa stirred. She pushed herself up, her body aching but strangely energized.
She waited for 2 mins. She was Relaxing, feeling the vibrations in her body, the juices were flowing.
Then still in an intoxicating state She looked over at the cot. Harish was still on top of Rupa, his body moving in a steady rhythm, his mouth locked with hers. He was a man again. A complete man. But the ritual was not yet finished.
Dipa crawled over to the cot, her movements slow and deliberate.
Dipa: Harish…
He turned his head, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his penis still buried deep inside his wife. Dipa took her breast, now soft and empty but still exquisitely sensitive, and offered it to him.
Dipa: Here, Harish. Drink. Take the last of the energy. Release your seed inside Rupa. Make her pregnant. Complete the miracle.
Harish, his penis still buried deep inside his wife, turned his head towards the goddess who commanded him. Seeing Dipa’s magnificent, milk-beaded breast offered to him felt like a profound honor, the final blessing in his resurrection. He released his wife’s lips and latched onto Dipa’s nipple, his mouth sucking softly, reverently.
The combination of the tight, wet heat of his wife’s cunt and the sweet, life-giving taste of Dipa’s milk was an overwhelming sensory overload. He felt a jolt of pure, primal energy surge through him. His penis, already hard, swelled to an almost painful thickness inside Rupa.
Rupa: (gasping) Oh, my god… Harish… you are… so big inside me! It’s so intense!
Harish groaned against Dipa’s breast, his hips beginning to buck and thrust with a mind of their own. He was losing control, the feeling too powerful to contain after a year of deadness.
Harish: (shouting) Memsahab! Rupa! Bus, aur nahi control ho raha! I can’t control it anymore!
With a final, desperate roar, his body convulsed. Rupa screamed as she felt his release, a massive, hot flood that seemed to go on forever. It was the first time he had come inside her in over a year. The semen was super thick and yellow, a potent, concentrated release that filled her completely.
Rupa: (panting) OMG, that was… so intense… I am full… so full of you…
Dipa: Rupa, raise your legs. Keep them up. Let the sperm go deep inside, where it belongs. Harish, that was good. But to make Rupa pregnant, you will need to ejaculate a few more times. Come here. Let me make you hard again.
Harish pulled out of his wife, his cock now soft and spent. He crawled over to Dipa.
Dipa: Come, my child.
She took his soft penis in her hand and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. She began to suck gently, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips creating a warm, wet vacuum. Harish was already feeling an intense blood flow return to his groin, and on top of Dipa’s expert sucking, he was feeling blissful.
Harish: Memsahab… your mouth… it’s… heaven. Give me two minutes…
He gently pushed her head away and stood up, walking a few steps away to catch his breath. Dipa immediately followed him. She came up behind him, pressing her heavy, bare breasts against his back, her arms wrapping around his waist, her hands finding his softening cock.
Dipa: You cannot rest yet. The work is not finished.
The feeling of her soft breasts on his back was too much for Harish. He moaned as he felt his penis stir and grow hard again in her hands. She turned him around and knelt before him, taking him into her mouth once more, sucking with a focused intensity until he was fully, painfully erect.
Dipa: (looking up at him) Now. Go back inside her. Release one more time.
Harish: Memsahab… can you… can you hug me from behind while I do it? I need your strength.
Dipa: Yes.
Harish went back to the cot. Rupa’s legs were still in the air, her cunt glistening with his seed. As he knelt between her thighs, Dipa moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her bare, soft breasts firmly against his back. He groaned as he slid his cock back inside his wife’s already vibrating, sperm-filled hole.
Rupa: Aahhh… yes… fill me again…
With Dipa’s breasts pressed against his back, her arms holding him, her power flowing into him, Harish began to thrust again. His horniness reaching an unbearable peak. He couldn’t hold it together for long. He roared once more, his body spasming as he shot a second, massive load deep inside Rupa.
Dipa: Well done, Harish. I hope you will soon be a father, ejaculate multiple times and the probability increases multiple times.
Harish: Thanks to the healing mother. I am now feeling good about myself.
Dipa leaned around him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
Harish: No more, Memsahab. I cannot take any more. I am… empty. Sorry.
Dipa smiled and began to untangle herself from them. She looked around the hut, her healing work completed. She picked up her discarded clothes and began to get dressed, a sense of serene accomplishment washing over her. Rupa lay on the cot, her legs still held high in the air as instructed.
Dipa: Yes, Rupa. Keep them up for fifteen minutes.
Harish, Gopal, and Rupa all looked at her with eyes full of awe and gratitude. They thanked their Memsahab, their goddess, their healing mother. Dipa simply nodded, her task here finished. She walked out of the hut into the bright, dusty afternoon to find the driver pacing anxiously by the car.
=Teaser for next=
Driver: Memsahab! I was looking for you for so long! Where were you?
Dipa: I was busy. Let's go back to the house now.
Driver: Yes, Memsahab. Sahab has been waiting for two hours now.
As Dipa was walking towards her car, she spots a strong young lean lad walking in front of her.
Dipa: Hello bachche, tumhara nam kya hai? What is your name ?
Kid: My name is Arun.
Dipa looked at his forearms, they were unusually strong.
Dipa also noticed something larger between his legs, an unusually longer than normal bulge? What? How is this possible?
Dipa couldn’t stop herself and just starting moving and pressing her hands all over his body to just confirm whether his strength and his bulge were real or just a mistake of her eye.
Dipa touched his shoulder and back and then his shorts and her thumb touched the edge of the bulge and then the whole hand.
Arun: Memsahab, aap kya kar rahi hai.
Dipa(thinking): Yes, this young guy has everything I need. Let me hire him as a helper. I will do whatever I want from him. He will be my slave.
Dipa: Beta, aap kya kartey ho.
Arun: Yaha peche ek resturant hai, waha kaam karta hu.
Dipa: Kitne rupay dete hai ek mahine ke?
Arun: 3000
Dipa: Mere ghar kaam karoge? paanch hazar doongi, khane ko bhi milega aur rehne ko bhi.
Arun: Theek hai, aap Jaisa kahen.
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