06-09-2025, 11:41 PM
Saga 5 - Scene 3 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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The small hut was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of suckling. Dipa lay back against a pile of rags on the cot, her eyes closed, a blissful, serene expression on her face. Usman was latched onto her right breast, his whole body trembling with a newfound vitality. Sabina was kneeling on the floor beside the cot, her head resting on Dipa’s lap as she drank from the left breast. The initial, overwhelming flood of milk had subsided to a slow, steady flow.
Dipa: (a soft, contented sigh) Yes… just like that. Empty me completely. The pressure was so much… you are both healing me, too.
Sabina: (pulling away for a moment, her lips and chin glistening with milk) Your milk is a miracle, Dipa beti. I feel younger. Stronger.
Usman: (muffled, his mouth still full of her nipple) It is the taste of life itself. I had forgotten.
He continued to suck, his rhythm slowing as the milk began to run out. Finally, he released her nipple with a soft pop, his breath coming in deep, satisfied sighs. Sabina, too, pulled away, her cheek resting against Dipa’s soft thigh. Her breasts were now soft, depleted, and exquisitely sensitive, the nipples red and raw.
Dipa: Is the hunger gone, my children?
Usman: The hunger for milk is gone, beti. But… you have awakened another hunger. A much older one.
He shifted in her lap. She looked down. His lungi had fallen away, and his cock, which had been soft and lifeless when she arrived, was now a thick, hard, fully erect pillar of flesh. Sabina saw it too, and a gasp of pure, unadulterated joy escaped her lips.
Sabina: Usman! Look at you! Dipa beti, look what you have done! He is a man again! A complete man!
Dipa: The body has been nourished. But the spirit must also be released. The cure is not finished.
Sabina looked from her husband’s magnificent erection to Dipa’s serene, all-knowing face. She understood.
Sabina: Beti, you have filled him with life. The vessel is overflowing. But now… you must show him how to use it. The fakir baba said the cure is only complete when the seed is released into a fertile vessel.
Dipa: I am that vessel.
She was the beginning and the end of this cure.
Sabina: Yes, beti. You are. Please… complete his healing.
Dipa sat up, her movement fluid and graceful. She looked down at Usman, Usman was looking up at her with a mixture of awe and raw, animal lust.
Sabina: You must be undressed Dipa. This ritual requires no secrets.
Sabina immediately moved to help, her hands working at Dipa’s sari. Together, they unwrapped the layers of white cotton, then the petticoat, until Dipa was completely naked, her body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat and spilled milk in the dim light.
Sabina: You are so beautiful, beti. A true goddess.
Sabina gently pushed Dipa back onto the cot, arranging the rags into a makeshift pillow for her head. Usman moved up towards Dipa, his erection jutting proudly from his frail body.
Dipa: Now you, Usman Chacha. You must also be completely open to the cure.
He stood and let his lungi fall to the floor. Sabina then turned to Dipa, her eyes shining.
Sabina: How do you wish to proceed, Milk Queen, Command us.
Dipa: You will be my hands, Sabina. Prepare him. Prepare me.
Sabina smiled, a wide, conspiratorial grin. She took Usman’s cock in her hands, stroking it gently.
Sabina: He is ready, beti. So hard. He has not been like this for a long time.
Then, Sabina moved to Dipa, her fingers tracing the outline of her wet, swollen pussy lips.
Sabina: And you, beti. You are also ready. So wet, So open, So soft. Like a flower after the rain.
Dipa: Bring him to me.
Sabina guided her, positioning Usman between Dipa’s open legs.
Dipa: Yes, Usman… take your cure. I am life, I will become your saviour. Taste the flower with your desire. The flower blooms yearning for the love of a man. Fill yourself with life.
He entered her with a low groan, the sensation of his thick, hard cock sliding into her wet, welcoming cunt a shock to his long dormant system.
Usman: Ahhh… Dipa… it feels… I feel… alive!
He began to move, his rhythm slow and unsure at first. Sabina knelt beside them, her hands acting as a guide and an accelerant. She placed one hand on her husband’s hip, helping him find a rhythm. Her other hand moved to Dipa’s breast, her fingers gently pinching and rolling the nipple.
Dipa: Yes… Sabina, yes… like that…
The dual stimulation was intense. Dipa’s hips began to arch up to meet Usman’s thrusts. His confidence grew, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more powerful.
Sabina: That’s it, my husband! Show her your new strength! Show the Milk Queen that you are healed!
She moved her mouth to Dipa’s ear, her voice a hot whisper.
Sabina: You are doing it, beti. You are fucking the death out of him.
Sabina licked Dipa's ear filling her with pleasure, Dipa's neck rolled with her eyes closed.
Sabina: Maza aa raha hai ne beti.
(Looks like you are having fun, Dipa)
Sabina: Let me increase this pleasure.
Sabina moved her lips closer to Dipa's lips, Sabina looked directly into Dipa's eyes as her body was moving up and down as a result of that continued thumping.
Sabina: Do you want me to kiss you? Tell me? Say it!
Dipa: Yes, kiss me! While he fucks me hard, I want to kiss you, taste you, come close, fast!
Sabina moved closer her lips now touching, she didn't kiss, she just pressed her lips against hers.
Dipa took her mouth into her mouth completely, the entirety of her Sabina's lips were inside Dipa's mouth.
Sabina moved back and enjoyed that kiss. This was her first time kissing a woman.
Sabina now excited kissed her back, her tongue rolling on top of her.
Dipa moaned, lost in a sea of sensations, Usman’s cock filling her, his body pressing down on her, and Sabina’s foreplay and encouraging words driving her higher and higher. The hut was filled with the sounds of their bodies, a wet, rhythmic slapping that was a testament to the miracle she was performing.
Usman: Dipa… I am… I am close!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me! Give me all of it! Release the poison!
With a final, desperate roar, he flooded her with his seed, Dipa screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her, a wave of pure, white-hot energy.
Usman collapsed on top of her, utterly spent, his breathing ragged. He was cured. Dipa lay beneath him, her body trembling in the aftermath of her own release, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over her.
Sabina was stroking them both, her face wet with tears of joy.
Sabina: Thank you, beti. Thank you. You saved my husband. You saved our lives.
After a few moments, Usman rolled off Dipa. He was already half-asleep, a look of deep, peaceful contentment on his face. Dipa slowly sat up. Sabina helped her wipe herself down with a damp rag, her touch reverent.
Sabina: You must stay, beti. Rest. I.. me and you need each other.
To be Continued..
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The small hut was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of suckling. Dipa lay back against a pile of rags on the cot, her eyes closed, a blissful, serene expression on her face. Usman was latched onto her right breast, his whole body trembling with a newfound vitality. Sabina was kneeling on the floor beside the cot, her head resting on Dipa’s lap as she drank from the left breast. The initial, overwhelming flood of milk had subsided to a slow, steady flow.
Dipa: (a soft, contented sigh) Yes… just like that. Empty me completely. The pressure was so much… you are both healing me, too.
Sabina: (pulling away for a moment, her lips and chin glistening with milk) Your milk is a miracle, Dipa beti. I feel younger. Stronger.
Usman: (muffled, his mouth still full of her nipple) It is the taste of life itself. I had forgotten.
He continued to suck, his rhythm slowing as the milk began to run out. Finally, he released her nipple with a soft pop, his breath coming in deep, satisfied sighs. Sabina, too, pulled away, her cheek resting against Dipa’s soft thigh. Her breasts were now soft, depleted, and exquisitely sensitive, the nipples red and raw.
Dipa: Is the hunger gone, my children?
Usman: The hunger for milk is gone, beti. But… you have awakened another hunger. A much older one.
He shifted in her lap. She looked down. His lungi had fallen away, and his cock, which had been soft and lifeless when she arrived, was now a thick, hard, fully erect pillar of flesh. Sabina saw it too, and a gasp of pure, unadulterated joy escaped her lips.
Sabina: Usman! Look at you! Dipa beti, look what you have done! He is a man again! A complete man!
Dipa: The body has been nourished. But the spirit must also be released. The cure is not finished.
Sabina looked from her husband’s magnificent erection to Dipa’s serene, all-knowing face. She understood.
Sabina: Beti, you have filled him with life. The vessel is overflowing. But now… you must show him how to use it. The fakir baba said the cure is only complete when the seed is released into a fertile vessel.
Dipa: I am that vessel.
She was the beginning and the end of this cure.
Sabina: Yes, beti. You are. Please… complete his healing.
Dipa sat up, her movement fluid and graceful. She looked down at Usman, Usman was looking up at her with a mixture of awe and raw, animal lust.
Sabina: You must be undressed Dipa. This ritual requires no secrets.
Sabina immediately moved to help, her hands working at Dipa’s sari. Together, they unwrapped the layers of white cotton, then the petticoat, until Dipa was completely naked, her body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat and spilled milk in the dim light.
Sabina: You are so beautiful, beti. A true goddess.
Sabina gently pushed Dipa back onto the cot, arranging the rags into a makeshift pillow for her head. Usman moved up towards Dipa, his erection jutting proudly from his frail body.
Dipa: Now you, Usman Chacha. You must also be completely open to the cure.
He stood and let his lungi fall to the floor. Sabina then turned to Dipa, her eyes shining.
Sabina: How do you wish to proceed, Milk Queen, Command us.
Dipa: You will be my hands, Sabina. Prepare him. Prepare me.
Sabina smiled, a wide, conspiratorial grin. She took Usman’s cock in her hands, stroking it gently.
Sabina: He is ready, beti. So hard. He has not been like this for a long time.
Then, Sabina moved to Dipa, her fingers tracing the outline of her wet, swollen pussy lips.
Sabina: And you, beti. You are also ready. So wet, So open, So soft. Like a flower after the rain.
Dipa: Bring him to me.
Sabina guided her, positioning Usman between Dipa’s open legs.
Dipa: Yes, Usman… take your cure. I am life, I will become your saviour. Taste the flower with your desire. The flower blooms yearning for the love of a man. Fill yourself with life.
He entered her with a low groan, the sensation of his thick, hard cock sliding into her wet, welcoming cunt a shock to his long dormant system.
Usman: Ahhh… Dipa… it feels… I feel… alive!
He began to move, his rhythm slow and unsure at first. Sabina knelt beside them, her hands acting as a guide and an accelerant. She placed one hand on her husband’s hip, helping him find a rhythm. Her other hand moved to Dipa’s breast, her fingers gently pinching and rolling the nipple.
Dipa: Yes… Sabina, yes… like that…
The dual stimulation was intense. Dipa’s hips began to arch up to meet Usman’s thrusts. His confidence grew, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more powerful.
Sabina: That’s it, my husband! Show her your new strength! Show the Milk Queen that you are healed!
She moved her mouth to Dipa’s ear, her voice a hot whisper.
Sabina: You are doing it, beti. You are fucking the death out of him.
Sabina licked Dipa's ear filling her with pleasure, Dipa's neck rolled with her eyes closed.
Sabina: Maza aa raha hai ne beti.
(Looks like you are having fun, Dipa)
Sabina: Let me increase this pleasure.
Sabina moved her lips closer to Dipa's lips, Sabina looked directly into Dipa's eyes as her body was moving up and down as a result of that continued thumping.
Sabina: Do you want me to kiss you? Tell me? Say it!
Dipa: Yes, kiss me! While he fucks me hard, I want to kiss you, taste you, come close, fast!
Sabina moved closer her lips now touching, she didn't kiss, she just pressed her lips against hers.
Dipa took her mouth into her mouth completely, the entirety of her Sabina's lips were inside Dipa's mouth.
Sabina moved back and enjoyed that kiss. This was her first time kissing a woman.
Sabina now excited kissed her back, her tongue rolling on top of her.
Dipa moaned, lost in a sea of sensations, Usman’s cock filling her, his body pressing down on her, and Sabina’s foreplay and encouraging words driving her higher and higher. The hut was filled with the sounds of their bodies, a wet, rhythmic slapping that was a testament to the miracle she was performing.
Usman: Dipa… I am… I am close!
Dipa: Yes! Give it to me! Give me all of it! Release the poison!
With a final, desperate roar, he flooded her with his seed, Dipa screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her, a wave of pure, white-hot energy.
Usman collapsed on top of her, utterly spent, his breathing ragged. He was cured. Dipa lay beneath him, her body trembling in the aftermath of her own release, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over her.
Sabina was stroking them both, her face wet with tears of joy.
Sabina: Thank you, beti. Thank you. You saved my husband. You saved our lives.
After a few moments, Usman rolled off Dipa. He was already half-asleep, a look of deep, peaceful contentment on his face. Dipa slowly sat up. Sabina helped her wipe herself down with a damp rag, her touch reverent.
Sabina: You must stay, beti. Rest. I.. me and you need each other.
To be Continued..
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