[doodhwale_bhaiya]

 

Bhola’s voice came out rough and hungry against Simran’s cheek.

“Bhabhi… ab main aapka dudu peena chahta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… now I want to drink your milk.”

Before she could answer he moved. With one strong roll he turned her so she was fully on her back beneath him, her thick thighs still forced wide. The thick, glistening shaft slipped almost all the way out during the turn. The moment she was flat on the mattress he lined the fat, dark head back up against her open, cum-slick pussy and drove forward in one long, continuous thrust.

“Aaaahhhhh… Bhola…!”

The entire length sank into her again. Her pussy stretched wide around the heavy girth, the soft pink lips gripping the veiny shaft as he buried himself to the hilt. Her swollen clit was crushed against his body. The silver waist chain pressed between their stomachs.

Bhola wasted no time.

He lowered his head and latched onto her left breast like a starving animal. His mouth opened wide, taking as much of the soft, heavy flesh as he could, and then he sucked hard — long, deep, rhythmic pulls that drew thick streams of warm milk straight into his throat. Wet, filthy gulping sounds filled the room as he drank. His tongue flicked and pressed against the stiff nipple while his lips stayed sealed tightly around the areola. Milk leaked from the corners of his mouth and ran down the side of her breast.

At the same time his hips began to move.

He fucked her like a jackhammer.

Short, fast, brutal strokes. There was no slow pull-back anymore. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her stretched pussy with rapid, powerful thrusts that made the wet, slapping sounds continuous and loud. Every impact drove the fat head deep against her cervix. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed under the force even while one of them was trapped in his sucking mouth. The breast he was not sucking jiggled freely, milk beading at the nipple and flying off in tiny droplets with the harder thrusts.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…” Bhola grunted against her tit between deep sucks, never releasing the nipple for more than a second. He switched to the right breast without slowing his hips. The moment his mouth left the left nipple, a thick stream of milk continued to leak from it and run down toward her armpit. He attacked the right one with the same greedy hunger, sucking so hard the soft flesh pulled outward and then sprang back when he briefly released it with a wet *pop* only to latch on again.

Simran’s hands clutched at the sheets. Her mouth hung open. Loud, broken moans spilled out of her with every rapid thrust.

“Aaaahhh… Bhola… dheere… nahi… aaahhh… bahut tez… aaahhh… dudu… aaahhh… pet tak… aaahhh!”

He ignored the words. His hips kept hammering. The thick cock made filthy, continuous wet noises as it slammed in and out of her flooded cunt — *schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick* — the sound of her juices being forced out around his shaft with every stroke. Her pussy was so wet that white, creamy froth was beginning to gather at the base of his cock where their bodies met. The heavy balls swung and slapped against her with the rapid pace.

Bhola’s hands moved constantly. One stayed under her back, lifting her slightly so he could drive even deeper. The other squeezed and mauled whichever breast was not currently in his mouth, forcing more milk to leak. He would pull the soft globe upward toward his face, stuff as much as possible into his mouth, and suck like a calf that had been kept away from its mother too long. The wet sounds of his mouth and the wet sounds of her pussy mixed into one continuous filthy rhythm.

“Bhabhi… aapka doodh… itna meetha… aur yeh choot… itni geeli…”
“Bhabhi… your milk… so sweet… and this pussy… so wet…”, he growled against her breast between aggressive sucks.

“Main aise hi peeta rahunga… aur aise hi chodta rahunga. Aapki chuchiyan meri hain… aapki choot meri hai… sab mera.”
“I’ll keep drinking just like this… and keep fucking just like this. Your boobs are mine… your pussy is mine… everything is mine.”

He switched breasts again, leaving the right one shiny with saliva and leaking milk, and returned to the left. His hips never stopped the jackhammer pace. Every short, hard thrust made her entire body jolt upward on the bed. Her thick thighs trembled on either side of his hips. The anklet on her left leg caught the light every time her foot flexed. The waist chain dug into her soft belly with the force of his body coming down on her.

Simran was beyond coherent words. Her moans had become one long, continuous, broken sound that rose and fell with the speed of his cock. Tears of pure overload stood in her eyes. Her pussy clenched and fluttered helplessly around the thick, pistoning shaft. More juice kept pouring out of her, soaking his cock, his balls, and the sheets beneath them.

Bhola kept sucking and fucking without mercy — mouth locked on her milk-heavy breasts, hips driving his massive cock into her like a machine, the wet, filthy soundtrack of their bodies filling the entire bedroom. He showed no sign of slowing down.

Bhola’s cock was swelling inside her.

Simran felt it clearly — the already massive shaft growing even thicker, the dark head flaring against her cervix, the veins standing out harder against her stretched walls. The rapid jackhammer rhythm became slightly irregular, more forceful, more desperate. He was close.

His mouth left her breast and found her lips. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper, then moved down and bit the soft upper curve of her left breast, leaving a faint mark. His hands slid under her, grabbed the full, soft globes of her ass, and squeezed them roughly, fingers digging deep into the flesh as he used the grip to pull her down onto every upward thrust. He kept pistoning without mercy — short, brutal, wet strokes that made her entire body jolt.

Then came the hardest stroke of the night.

He drove upward with everything he had. The impact was so powerful it would have lifted her clean off the bed if his hands had not locked around her waist at the last second and held her firmly in place. The fat head punched deep. Simran’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

Bhola started cumming.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted inside her. He kept thrusting through it — short, grinding, powerful pumps that forced every spurt as deep as possible. Wave after wave of hot, dense cum flooded her pussy. She could feel the volume of it, the way it filled her, the way it had nowhere else to go. Some of it was already being forced out around the thick base of his cock with every continued thrust, running down onto his balls and the sheets in thick white streams. He kept pumping, kept emptying himself, growling low against her skin as his cock pulsed and jerked inside her over and over.

At the same time he wrapped both arms around her back and pulled her tightly against him. His face pressed deep into her cleavage, between the soft, milk-slicked breasts, breathing hard, still giving small, involuntary thrusts as the last heavy spurts left him. Simran’s pussy was almost numb. She had cum so many times that the orgasms had blurred into one long, senseless overload. Her walls fluttered weakly around his still-throbbing cock, milking whatever was left.

They stayed locked together for a long time.

His cock remained buried to the hilt, still semi-hard and twitching occasionally as the final drops of cum leaked out of him and into her. Her heavy breasts cushioned his face. Milk and sweat and saliva mixed on their skin. The waist chain was pressed tightly between their stomachs. Neither of them spoke. Only their heavy breathing filled the quiet room.

Eventually Bhola moved.

Without pulling out, he sat up carefully, bringing her with him so she stayed impaled on his cock. Her legs were weak and open around his hips. He slid both hands under her ass, lifted her, and stood. She made a soft, exhausted sound as gravity made his thick shaft shift inside her. He carried her that way — still joined, her soft body against his, his cock deep inside her cum-filled pussy — out of the bedroom and into the attached bathroom.

He stepped into the shower area and turned the water on with one hand. Warm water began to fall over both of them. He stayed standing for a while, holding her in his lap, giving slow, shallow strokes that pushed some of the thick cum deeper and forced more of it out around his shaft. The water mixed with the overflowing white fluid and ran down their legs in cloudy streams.