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Saga 5 - Scene 2 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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Dipa’s hands continued to massage her own breasts through the thin white cotton of her blouse. The memory of the last time, and the anticipation of this time, sent waves of heat through her body. Her nipples were hard pebbles, straining against the fabric. Usman was now sitting up on the cot, his frail body leaning towards her, his eyes fixed on her hands, his breathing ragged.
Sabina: Dipa, koi dikkat toh nahi hai? Main help karu?
(Dipa, is there any problem? Should I help?)
Dipa: (a soft, breathy moan) Main abhi puri full hu. Zara sa touch aur saara doodh waterfall ki tarah nikal jayega.
(I am completely full right now. A slight touch and all the milk will come out like a waterfall.)
Sabina: Pehle se flow badh gaya hai. Maine tumhare breast itne tight nahi dekhe kabhi.
(The flow has increased since before. I have never seen your breasts this tight.)
Sabina: Lao, main button khol deti hu. Tum itni help kar rahi ho.
(Here, let me open the buttons. You are helping so much.)
Sabina’s nimble fingers moved to the front of Dipa’s blouse. She undid the top button, then the second. With each one, more of the deep, shadowed cleavage was revealed. After the fourth button, the blouse hung open, straining against the confines of her bra. Her breasts looked impossibly large, tight and full, practically spilling from the cups. Usman stared, his entire world narrowing to the sight of that magnificent chest.
Usman: Beti… main utaar deta hu bra ko.
(Daughter… let me take off the bra.)
His trembling, ancient hands moved towards her back, fumbling for the hooks. But the proximity, the scent of her skin, was too much. He couldn't control himself. He leaned in, his mouth pressing against her warm flesh, his tongue darting out to lick the deep valley between her ample cleavage of her breasts.
Dipa’s mind went blank. A sharp, electric shock of pure pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes, her head falling back. Seeing this, Sabina moved behind Dipa, her own hands finding the hooks of the bra. With a practiced flick, she unfastened them. The bra fell away.
Usman’s expression changed from one of frantic lust to pure, unadulterated astonishment. Her breasts were free. They were massive, white, veined with blue, and so full they seemed to hum with a life of their own. The areolas were wide and dark, the nipples a full inch long, hard and erect, weeping tiny beads of milk. He moved his head lower, his tongue swirling slowly down her cleavage, lower and lower, on a saliva path towards the perfect, dark peak of her nipple. With Sabina’s help, he shifted his body until he was settled in Dipa's lap.
Sabina: Dipa, pilao Usman ko. Apna bachcha samajh kar. Yeh tumhara hai.
(Dipa, feed Usman. Think of him as your own child. He is yours.)
Usman took a few, deep, shuddering breaths, then leaned in. He took her right nipple deep into his mouth. The flow was instant and overwhelming, a warm, copious stream of milk that was too much for him to swallow. It leaked from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and onto her belly. At the same time, her other nipple, stimulated by the suckling, began to leak on its own, then spray, thin jets of white milk arcing into the air.
Dipa: (feeling lusty and horny) Sabina… mere dono nipple leak kar rahe hai. Ek par toh Usman chus lega, dusra waste ho raha hai. Tum bhi aa sakti ho.
(Sabina, both my nipples are leaking. Usman can suck on one, but the other is going to waste. You can come too.)
Sabina feeling shocked by the invitation, smiled initially and then with a small curiosity that grew into an exploration of milk and lactation.
Sabina decided to moved in closer, trying to catch the spraying milk in her mouth. She was still smiling.
Dipa: This is just like the milk you get from the market, nothing different. My clothes are getting wet. Please come fast.
Sabina hesitated no more. She came up behind Dipa, leaning over her shoulder, and lowered her head directly onto the other nipple, taking it into her own mouth and sucking.
Sabina: Bahut sweet hai but bahut jyada aa raha hai. Main ise nigalane kee koshish kar rahi hoon but leak ho raha hai.
(It is very sweet but it is too much too handle. I am trying to swallow it but it is still leaking. )
Dipa: Continue drinking. I am too full.
Dipa closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the sensation. The dual pull on her nipples was an ecstasy she had never imagined. The painful pressure in her chest was finally being released, replaced by waves of pure, blissful relief. Small tears of joy and release began to roll down her cheeks. She was being drained, worshipped, and healed herself.
Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Shukr hai Dipa, tum aa gayi. Main barso se tumhara intezaar kar raha tha. Aur ab toh yeh Sabina ko bhi pasand aa raha hai.
(Thank God you came, Dipa. I was waiting years for you. And now, even Sabina is liking it.)
Usman again taking the nipple in the mouth with his tongue swirling around it and sucking it and gently pressing the entire breast.
He looks at his wife Sabina who is drinking with her eyes closed and with one hand gently resting on the entire breast.
Dipa: (a breathy, commanding whisper) Mere paas bahut kuch hai dene ko. Chuso aur chuso. Nipple pura andar lo aur achche se chuso. Bahut doodh hai.
(I have a lot to give. Suck and suck more. Take the entire nipple inside and suck it properly. There is a lot of milk.)
Heeding her command, Sabina and Usman increased their sucking speed, their mouths working on her breasts with a renewed fervor. The small hut filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their feeding… tsk… tsk… tsk… tsk…
To be Continued..
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Dipa’s hands continued to massage her own breasts through the thin white cotton of her blouse. The memory of the last time, and the anticipation of this time, sent waves of heat through her body. Her nipples were hard pebbles, straining against the fabric. Usman was now sitting up on the cot, his frail body leaning towards her, his eyes fixed on her hands, his breathing ragged.
Sabina: Dipa, koi dikkat toh nahi hai? Main help karu?
(Dipa, is there any problem? Should I help?)
Dipa: (a soft, breathy moan) Main abhi puri full hu. Zara sa touch aur saara doodh waterfall ki tarah nikal jayega.
(I am completely full right now. A slight touch and all the milk will come out like a waterfall.)
Sabina: Pehle se flow badh gaya hai. Maine tumhare breast itne tight nahi dekhe kabhi.
(The flow has increased since before. I have never seen your breasts this tight.)
Sabina: Lao, main button khol deti hu. Tum itni help kar rahi ho.
(Here, let me open the buttons. You are helping so much.)
Sabina’s nimble fingers moved to the front of Dipa’s blouse. She undid the top button, then the second. With each one, more of the deep, shadowed cleavage was revealed. After the fourth button, the blouse hung open, straining against the confines of her bra. Her breasts looked impossibly large, tight and full, practically spilling from the cups. Usman stared, his entire world narrowing to the sight of that magnificent chest.
Usman: Beti… main utaar deta hu bra ko.
(Daughter… let me take off the bra.)
His trembling, ancient hands moved towards her back, fumbling for the hooks. But the proximity, the scent of her skin, was too much. He couldn't control himself. He leaned in, his mouth pressing against her warm flesh, his tongue darting out to lick the deep valley between her ample cleavage of her breasts.
Dipa’s mind went blank. A sharp, electric shock of pure pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes, her head falling back. Seeing this, Sabina moved behind Dipa, her own hands finding the hooks of the bra. With a practiced flick, she unfastened them. The bra fell away.
Usman’s expression changed from one of frantic lust to pure, unadulterated astonishment. Her breasts were free. They were massive, white, veined with blue, and so full they seemed to hum with a life of their own. The areolas were wide and dark, the nipples a full inch long, hard and erect, weeping tiny beads of milk. He moved his head lower, his tongue swirling slowly down her cleavage, lower and lower, on a saliva path towards the perfect, dark peak of her nipple. With Sabina’s help, he shifted his body until he was settled in Dipa's lap.
Sabina: Dipa, pilao Usman ko. Apna bachcha samajh kar. Yeh tumhara hai.
(Dipa, feed Usman. Think of him as your own child. He is yours.)
Usman took a few, deep, shuddering breaths, then leaned in. He took her right nipple deep into his mouth. The flow was instant and overwhelming, a warm, copious stream of milk that was too much for him to swallow. It leaked from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and onto her belly. At the same time, her other nipple, stimulated by the suckling, began to leak on its own, then spray, thin jets of white milk arcing into the air.
Dipa: (feeling lusty and horny) Sabina… mere dono nipple leak kar rahe hai. Ek par toh Usman chus lega, dusra waste ho raha hai. Tum bhi aa sakti ho.
(Sabina, both my nipples are leaking. Usman can suck on one, but the other is going to waste. You can come too.)
Sabina feeling shocked by the invitation, smiled initially and then with a small curiosity that grew into an exploration of milk and lactation.
Sabina decided to moved in closer, trying to catch the spraying milk in her mouth. She was still smiling.
Dipa: This is just like the milk you get from the market, nothing different. My clothes are getting wet. Please come fast.
Sabina hesitated no more. She came up behind Dipa, leaning over her shoulder, and lowered her head directly onto the other nipple, taking it into her own mouth and sucking.
Sabina: Bahut sweet hai but bahut jyada aa raha hai. Main ise nigalane kee koshish kar rahi hoon but leak ho raha hai.
(It is very sweet but it is too much too handle. I am trying to swallow it but it is still leaking. )
Dipa: Continue drinking. I am too full.
Dipa closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the sensation. The dual pull on her nipples was an ecstasy she had never imagined. The painful pressure in her chest was finally being released, replaced by waves of pure, blissful relief. Small tears of joy and release began to roll down her cheeks. She was being drained, worshipped, and healed herself.
Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Shukr hai Dipa, tum aa gayi. Main barso se tumhara intezaar kar raha tha. Aur ab toh yeh Sabina ko bhi pasand aa raha hai.
(Thank God you came, Dipa. I was waiting years for you. And now, even Sabina is liking it.)
Usman again taking the nipple in the mouth with his tongue swirling around it and sucking it and gently pressing the entire breast.
He looks at his wife Sabina who is drinking with her eyes closed and with one hand gently resting on the entire breast.
Dipa: (a breathy, commanding whisper) Mere paas bahut kuch hai dene ko. Chuso aur chuso. Nipple pura andar lo aur achche se chuso. Bahut doodh hai.
(I have a lot to give. Suck and suck more. Take the entire nipple inside and suck it properly. There is a lot of milk.)
Heeding her command, Sabina and Usman increased their sucking speed, their mouths working on her breasts with a renewed fervor. The small hut filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their feeding… tsk… tsk… tsk… tsk…
To be Continued..
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