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Saga 6 - Scene 3 - Usman Miya - Jahar(Poison) ka Ejaculation
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Day 3
The next day’s sun was bright and hot. Dipa and Sabina led a slow but steady Usman to the canal bank for his daily bath.
The flimsy sari enclosure from the day before was still there, offering a modicum of privacy.
After they had washed his frail body, Sabina went back to the hut to prepare his food, leaving Dipa and Usman alone in the small, private space. He sat on the low wooden stool, clean and wrapped in a fresh lungi, looking at Dipa with adoration.
Usman: Come closer, beti.
Dipa, who was rinsing out a rag in a bucket of water, was in a strangely romantic mood. The intensity of the past few days had left her in a state of heightened emotion, a tender affection for this old man whose life she now held in her hands. She smiled and sat on the damp earth at his feet.
Dipa: What is it, Chacha?
Usman: Just… let me look at you. In the sunlight. You are so beautiful. More beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. When you are near me, I forget that I am old and sick. I feel… I feel like a young man again, seeing his first love.
Dipa: (giggling softly) You are a flatterer, Chacha. A very naughty old man.
Usman: No, beti. It is the truth. My heart… it was a dry, dead thing. And you… you have made it beat again. When I think of your milk, your mouth, your touch… it is the only thing that makes me want to see the next sunrise.
Dipa: You will see many more sunrises. I will make you strong.
Usman: I am already strong when I am with you. But… I am still hungry.
Dipa: Sabina Chachi is making your food right now.
Usman: Not for that food. For the real food. The medicine only you can give me. Please, beti. Feed me. Here. Now. In the open.
Dipa looked past the flimsy sari wall. A few people were walking along the path on the other side of the canal. They would be able to see. The idea was terrifying. And thrilling. A hot wave of arousal washed over her.
Dipa: But Chacha… people will see us.
Usman: Let them see. Let them see how a healer gives life to a dying man. I want the world to witness your mercy. Please, beti.
She looked at the pleading in his eyes, felt the familiar throb of her own desire. She nodded.
She turned to face him fully, unhooking the front of her old, borrowed blouse. She wore no bra.
Her huge, heavy breasts swung free, luminous in the morning sun.
Just then, two women from the slum, carrying pots of water, walked by on the path. They stopped, their eyes widening in shock at the sight.
Usman didn't hesitate. He leaned forward and took her nipple deep into his mouth, his suckling loud and greedy in the quiet morning air. Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his white hair.
Woman 1: Aunty! What is this? What are you doing?
Dipa opened her eyes and looked at them, not with shame, but with a serene, otherworldly calm.
Dipa: (her voice soft and romantic) I am giving a reason to live to a man who had forgotten how. Is there anything more beautiful in this world?
Woman 2: But… he is a grown man! You are feeding him from your breast… in public! Is he your father?
Dipa: He is my child. He is my responsibility. He is my most devoted worshipper. I am the river, and he is a man dying of thirst. Should I deny him a drink?
The women stared, completely baffled by her poetic, shameless reply. They didn't know what to say. They exchanged a confused look, shook their heads, and hurried on their way. Dipa smiled and looked down at the old man feeding contentedly from her body.
Dipa: You see, Chacha? The world does not understand. But we do.
She pressed his head closer, a queen offering her sacrament to her most loyal subject, uncaring of who might be watching.
Usman continued to suck Dipa's milk in the open, his rhythm strong and steady. The public nature of the act, the risk of being seen, only heightened Dipa’s arousal. Her nipples, under his expert mouth, became more and more erect, swelling until they felt like hard, sensitive stones, inches bigger than they were before. She looked down and could see Usman’s own body responding. A thick, powerful erection was straining against his lungi, the head of his cock pressing against her thigh. The sight sent a jolt of pure power through her. Her milk was not just food; it was a potent aphrodisiac, a resurrecting force.
Usman: (pulling away from her breast, panting) Beti… your milk… it fills me with fire. Look… look what you have done to me.
He gestured down at his lap, where his erection stood proud and defiant.
Dipa: (a slow, satisfied smile) That is good, Chacha. That is the life returning to you. The medicine is working.
Usman: My body feels… young again. But it is a painful feeling. It is a hunger that needs more than milk.
Dipa: I know. The healing is not yet complete. The channels of life must be fully opened.
She looked at his magnificent erection, then back at his face.
Dipa: A fire that is not given a purpose can burn the house down. We must channel this new energy.
She reached down, her soft hand closing around his hard, thick cock. He gasped, his eyes wide.
Usman: Beti… what are you…
Dipa: Shhh. I am your healer. I know what the cure requires.
She began to stroke him, her hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The flimsy sari wall offered a fragile privacy, but the sounds of her hand sliding on his flesh were clear in the quiet morning air.
Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… Dipa… your hand… it is softer than I ever dreamed…
Just then, Sabina’s voice came from just outside the enclosure.
Sabina: My husband? Dipa-beti? I have brought you food.
She pushed aside one of the saris and stepped inside. She stopped, her eyes taking in the scene: Dipa, topless, kneeling before her husband, her hand expertly jerking his massive cock, while he sat on the stool with a look of pure, agonized bliss on his face. Sabina didn’t look shocked. She smiled.
Sabina: I see the medicine is working very well today.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi. The fire has returned to him. But now we must guide it.
Sabina: You are right, beti. The root must be healed as well as the flower. Let me help.
Sabina put the plate of food down and knelt beside Dipa. She placed her own hand over Dipa’s, their two hands now stroking him together.
Usman: Sabina… Dipa… both of you… I… I am in paradise…
Dipa: This is good. But his energy is too strong for just our hands.
She looked at Sabina, then back at Usman.
Dipa: I must take him inside me, Chachi. It is the only way to complete the cure.
Sabina: Yes, beti. Of course. You are right.
Dipa stood up and, without a shred of hesitation, unwrapped her sari, letting it fall to the ground. She then untied the string of her petticoat. She stood before them, completely naked, her magnificent body glowing in the sun. She moved to Usman and gently pushed him back until he was lying on the ground, his erection pointing up at the sky.
Dipa: Now, Chacha. Give your cock to me.
She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance. She lowered herself onto him with a long, deep sigh, the feeling of him filling her a profound, satisfying release.
Usman: Dipa… Dipa… Dipa…
She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, grinding circle, her heavy breasts swaying above his face. Sabina watched, her hands clasped as if in prayer.
Sabina: Yes, beti… ride him… fuck the last of the sickness out of him…
Dipa leaned forward, taking one of her own nipples in her fingers and squeezing a stream of milk onto Usman’s lips.
Dipa: Drink, Chacha. Fuck me and drink my milk. Take all the life I have to give.
He drank greedily, his hips thrusting up to meet her every downward movement. The small, private enclosure filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a symphony of slapping flesh, wet suckling, and ecstatic moans, a holy, profane ritual enacted in the bright light of day.
He was sucking Dipa's milk with her erect nipples inside his mouth and Dipa was riding him, her vagina fully wet, she was holding Sabina's arms. Usman was ready to cum inside.
Dipa: Wait, I must quench my thirst first first.
Sabina: Beti, let me help you. Here take my nipples and suck them they will help you climax faster.
Dipa sucked Sabina's big round rose coloured nipples, taking them full in her mouth.
Sabina: Oh, beti ! You suck so well.
Dipa's body started shaking, her legs weak, she couldn't move, she just sat on Usman's cock. Usman sensing Dipa Ejaculated inside her, filling her up.
Usman: Ya A-lla-h! I am so happy.
Sabina kissed Dipa on her lips and hugged her.
Dipa: I am feeling so much in love with you Usman. You keep me happy and satisfied. I don't want to be locked inside a home anymore. I love it here in the open. So much to explore. I am missing out on so many things.
Usman: Beti, sleep next to me today.
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Day 3
The next day’s sun was bright and hot. Dipa and Sabina led a slow but steady Usman to the canal bank for his daily bath.
The flimsy sari enclosure from the day before was still there, offering a modicum of privacy.
After they had washed his frail body, Sabina went back to the hut to prepare his food, leaving Dipa and Usman alone in the small, private space. He sat on the low wooden stool, clean and wrapped in a fresh lungi, looking at Dipa with adoration.
Usman: Come closer, beti.
Dipa, who was rinsing out a rag in a bucket of water, was in a strangely romantic mood. The intensity of the past few days had left her in a state of heightened emotion, a tender affection for this old man whose life she now held in her hands. She smiled and sat on the damp earth at his feet.
Dipa: What is it, Chacha?
Usman: Just… let me look at you. In the sunlight. You are so beautiful. More beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. When you are near me, I forget that I am old and sick. I feel… I feel like a young man again, seeing his first love.
Dipa: (giggling softly) You are a flatterer, Chacha. A very naughty old man.
Usman: No, beti. It is the truth. My heart… it was a dry, dead thing. And you… you have made it beat again. When I think of your milk, your mouth, your touch… it is the only thing that makes me want to see the next sunrise.
Dipa: You will see many more sunrises. I will make you strong.
Usman: I am already strong when I am with you. But… I am still hungry.
Dipa: Sabina Chachi is making your food right now.
Usman: Not for that food. For the real food. The medicine only you can give me. Please, beti. Feed me. Here. Now. In the open.
Dipa looked past the flimsy sari wall. A few people were walking along the path on the other side of the canal. They would be able to see. The idea was terrifying. And thrilling. A hot wave of arousal washed over her.
Dipa: But Chacha… people will see us.
Usman: Let them see. Let them see how a healer gives life to a dying man. I want the world to witness your mercy. Please, beti.
She looked at the pleading in his eyes, felt the familiar throb of her own desire. She nodded.
She turned to face him fully, unhooking the front of her old, borrowed blouse. She wore no bra.
Her huge, heavy breasts swung free, luminous in the morning sun.
Just then, two women from the slum, carrying pots of water, walked by on the path. They stopped, their eyes widening in shock at the sight.
Usman didn't hesitate. He leaned forward and took her nipple deep into his mouth, his suckling loud and greedy in the quiet morning air. Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his white hair.
Woman 1: Aunty! What is this? What are you doing?
Dipa opened her eyes and looked at them, not with shame, but with a serene, otherworldly calm.
Dipa: (her voice soft and romantic) I am giving a reason to live to a man who had forgotten how. Is there anything more beautiful in this world?
Woman 2: But… he is a grown man! You are feeding him from your breast… in public! Is he your father?
Dipa: He is my child. He is my responsibility. He is my most devoted worshipper. I am the river, and he is a man dying of thirst. Should I deny him a drink?
The women stared, completely baffled by her poetic, shameless reply. They didn't know what to say. They exchanged a confused look, shook their heads, and hurried on their way. Dipa smiled and looked down at the old man feeding contentedly from her body.
Dipa: You see, Chacha? The world does not understand. But we do.
She pressed his head closer, a queen offering her sacrament to her most loyal subject, uncaring of who might be watching.
Usman continued to suck Dipa's milk in the open, his rhythm strong and steady. The public nature of the act, the risk of being seen, only heightened Dipa’s arousal. Her nipples, under his expert mouth, became more and more erect, swelling until they felt like hard, sensitive stones, inches bigger than they were before. She looked down and could see Usman’s own body responding. A thick, powerful erection was straining against his lungi, the head of his cock pressing against her thigh. The sight sent a jolt of pure power through her. Her milk was not just food; it was a potent aphrodisiac, a resurrecting force.
Usman: (pulling away from her breast, panting) Beti… your milk… it fills me with fire. Look… look what you have done to me.
He gestured down at his lap, where his erection stood proud and defiant.
Dipa: (a slow, satisfied smile) That is good, Chacha. That is the life returning to you. The medicine is working.
Usman: My body feels… young again. But it is a painful feeling. It is a hunger that needs more than milk.
Dipa: I know. The healing is not yet complete. The channels of life must be fully opened.
She looked at his magnificent erection, then back at his face.
Dipa: A fire that is not given a purpose can burn the house down. We must channel this new energy.
She reached down, her soft hand closing around his hard, thick cock. He gasped, his eyes wide.
Usman: Beti… what are you…
Dipa: Shhh. I am your healer. I know what the cure requires.
She began to stroke him, her hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The flimsy sari wall offered a fragile privacy, but the sounds of her hand sliding on his flesh were clear in the quiet morning air.
Usman: Oh, A-lla-h… Dipa… your hand… it is softer than I ever dreamed…
Just then, Sabina’s voice came from just outside the enclosure.
Sabina: My husband? Dipa-beti? I have brought you food.
She pushed aside one of the saris and stepped inside. She stopped, her eyes taking in the scene: Dipa, topless, kneeling before her husband, her hand expertly jerking his massive cock, while he sat on the stool with a look of pure, agonized bliss on his face. Sabina didn’t look shocked. She smiled.
Sabina: I see the medicine is working very well today.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi. The fire has returned to him. But now we must guide it.
Sabina: You are right, beti. The root must be healed as well as the flower. Let me help.
Sabina put the plate of food down and knelt beside Dipa. She placed her own hand over Dipa’s, their two hands now stroking him together.
Usman: Sabina… Dipa… both of you… I… I am in paradise…
Dipa: This is good. But his energy is too strong for just our hands.
She looked at Sabina, then back at Usman.
Dipa: I must take him inside me, Chachi. It is the only way to complete the cure.
Sabina: Yes, beti. Of course. You are right.
Dipa stood up and, without a shred of hesitation, unwrapped her sari, letting it fall to the ground. She then untied the string of her petticoat. She stood before them, completely naked, her magnificent body glowing in the sun. She moved to Usman and gently pushed him back until he was lying on the ground, his erection pointing up at the sky.
Dipa: Now, Chacha. Give your cock to me.
She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance. She lowered herself onto him with a long, deep sigh, the feeling of him filling her a profound, satisfying release.
Usman: Dipa… Dipa… Dipa…
She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, grinding circle, her heavy breasts swaying above his face. Sabina watched, her hands clasped as if in prayer.
Sabina: Yes, beti… ride him… fuck the last of the sickness out of him…
Dipa leaned forward, taking one of her own nipples in her fingers and squeezing a stream of milk onto Usman’s lips.
Dipa: Drink, Chacha. Fuck me and drink my milk. Take all the life I have to give.
He drank greedily, his hips thrusting up to meet her every downward movement. The small, private enclosure filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, a symphony of slapping flesh, wet suckling, and ecstatic moans, a holy, profane ritual enacted in the bright light of day.
He was sucking Dipa's milk with her erect nipples inside his mouth and Dipa was riding him, her vagina fully wet, she was holding Sabina's arms. Usman was ready to cum inside.
Dipa: Wait, I must quench my thirst first first.
Sabina: Beti, let me help you. Here take my nipples and suck them they will help you climax faster.
Dipa sucked Sabina's big round rose coloured nipples, taking them full in her mouth.
Sabina: Oh, beti ! You suck so well.
Dipa's body started shaking, her legs weak, she couldn't move, she just sat on Usman's cock. Usman sensing Dipa Ejaculated inside her, filling her up.
Usman: Ya A-lla-h! I am so happy.
Sabina kissed Dipa on her lips and hugged her.
Dipa: I am feeling so much in love with you Usman. You keep me happy and satisfied. I don't want to be locked inside a home anymore. I love it here in the open. So much to explore. I am missing out on so many things.
Usman: Beti, sleep next to me today.
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