[Prince Babul]

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First of all, I am not a professional writer. I am overwhelmed after the writings of many talented writers in this forum.


And I decided to write it myself. The size of the story I am writing will be very small. If you like it, let us know with feedback.

Update-1

The afternoon time is really boring for Dipa. Since Samir left the office, there has been no special work of her. She doesn't sleep in the afternoon. After Tukun, her son, falls asleep, she watches TV,  listens to music. Sometimes, she thinks of various absurdities. Tukun is their only son. He is barely one year old. Dipa’s age is 24. They have been married for almost four years. Sameer works in a corporate sector. After being transferred to Kolkata, Samir bought an old one-storey house which had been made more beautiful with some decorations. Dipa is very beautiful. Anyone who sees her will say she is a college student. Beautiful face, slim body, sexy, thin waist, and huge big ass. Her breasts are huge and erect. They have become bigger after having a baby. She has a lot of milk in her boobs. Her son can't finish eating alone at all. Shortly, after Tukun drinks milk, her breasts become full of milk again. Then her breasts aches. She presses her own breast and tries to get the milk out. But very little milk comes out of it. Her pain remains.

One day at noon she was sitting quietly. Tukun just fell asleep. The sky became cloudy. The weather has been like this for a few days. Suddenly the sky is covered with clouds. And it is raining with lightning. With that there is a strong storm. After a while, two or three thunderbolts sounded loudly. She was startled. Then it rained profusely. Tukun woke up. He started crying loudly. She took him in her arms and began to seduce him and started to stop his crying.

Meanwhile, lightning was flashing so hard that Deepa herself started getting startled. Needless to say, Tukun was scared in that case. He started crying even louder. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him in various ways.

She was looking out of the window and observing the horrible nature. At that moment, she saw a man standing on the verandah of their house, soaking wet. On closer inspection she realized he was an old man. The man is very thin, wearing a very dirty and clumsy cloak. She realized that he was a beggar. The man was completely wet in the rain, trembling and muttering something. Perhaps he was praying to God for relief.

Meanwhile, the violence of nature is gradually increasing. There are more thunderstorms and incessant rains. The sound of Tukun's cries was drowned out by the horrible sounds all around.

Deepa was repeatedly looking out of the window at the old man standing on their verandah. He was not getting much benefit from standing there. He was soaking wet in the rain, shivering in cold. Seeing him, Deepa was feeling very sorry this time. Both his parents were social workers. She learned from them how to love and serve the poor and helpless people. Seeing the helpless beggar standing on the porch of her house today, she could not understand how to help him.

Her constant consolation has made Tukun a little quieter. She decided that if he was called inside the house for at least a while, he would not have to get wet in the rain.

Even she could not call him. Anyway, he is a stranger. There are no men in the house at this time. Only she and one -year-old Tukun. On the other hand, she could not keep her mind still when she saw the skinny beggar shivering in cold. A guilt was working in her mind. If she wishes, she can give him shelter in this huge house for a while so that his current troubles can be alleviated. To be honest, she went after a great dilemma.

But after a while she decided. She thought, if she doesn't help him in this situation, she will be identified as very selfish. And that would be a terrible sin. Tukun fell asleep again. She gently laid Tukun on the bed. Then she crawled forward through the window. She stared at the old man for a few moments. Then she called softly, "uncle ...!"

He didn't seem to hear. So this time Deepa called out a little louder, "uncle ... can you hear me?"

He turned his head and looked. He saw a beautiful lady calling him. He was quite surprised.

Deepa said to him, "You are soaking wet."

He said in a compassionate voice, "What shall I do, madam? This is how helpless people like us have to suffer. That is God's will."

"Don't say that, uncle. You come in. I'm opening the door."

"That won't be right, madam. I can't go in. How can a beggar as insignificant as me enter the house of a rich woman like you?"

"People have to be helped in their needs. That should be the religion of the people. You come in." Deepa opened the door of her room.

The man soaked in water for so long was really tired. He stared into Deepa's eyes for a few moments.

Seeing that the man's hesitation had not yet subsided, Deepa softly requested him, "Uncle, what happened? Come on!"

Then he moved a little and made space for him to enter the room. The man hesitated a bit and finally entered the room. Their house is very well decorated. It is one storey but there are four big rooms. This room is basically used as dining room. There is a bed and several large sofas. The man looked around the room in amazement.

This time she looked at him well. He will be at least 65 years old, extremely thin. Skin of the whole face is wrinkled. Seeing the room for a moment, this time the man focused on Deepa. She is wearing sleeveless, noodle strap nighty.  Deep cleavage of her huge boobs is visible. The man's gaze was focused on that.

She did not notice that. Water was dripping from the man's cloak on the marble floor. She looked at him and said, "Yeah! You're soaking wet."

The man said, "Yes, that's why I didn't want to come in. Your clean house is getting dirty for me."

"No. I don't think so. I think if you stay like this for a while, your body will get cold."

"Nothing. Madam. We have those habits."

She thought for a few moments, then said to the man, "Listen. You go to bathroom and take off these wet clothes for now. I'll give you another dress."

The man said in an objectionable voice, "It won't be done by me."

Deepa said in a dominating tone, "I say you please take off these wet clothes. My parents were social workers. We know how to love poor people."

She handed an unused lungi (a kind of one piece cloth which is usually worn by Indian men on their lower body) of Samir towards the man. "Take it ! And there's a bathroom over there. Go there and change."

The man could not disobey her order this time. She gave him a towel and a lungi. She heard the sound of the shower after the man went to the bathroom. That means he is taking a bath. After a while, the man came out. The man's upper body is naked at the moment. The skin on his body is very scaly and wrinkled. A few hair on the head and the large beard have turned white. He brought his wet clothes by hand. He left them in one corner of the room.

Dipa said, "You don't have to worry. I will give you some new clothes."

The man looked into her eyes in surprise. As well as shivering in the cold. Seeing his situation, she said in a sympathetic voice, "Oh. I see you are suffering a lot in the cold. Wait! I am making coffee for you. You sit here." She handed him a plastic chair.

Then she went to the kitchen to make coffee.

A few minutes later she entered the room with a tray of coffee and some snacks.

The man pointed to Tukun who was lying on the bed, and said, "Wow. Your son is very cute."

Deepa laughed and said, "Thanks. You eat these, please."

He said, "There was no need for this. You have already done a lot of good."

"It's of no use. It's my duty. Take it. Get started."

When the coffee and snacks were complete, the man said to Deepa, "Thank you Madam for what you have done. I can see that there are still good people in the world."

The man kept looking at her deep cleavage as he spoke. Noticing that this time, she looked a little embarrassed. In fact, such a sexy nighty is not meant to be worn in front of outsiders. But she didn't notice so much before calling the man inside. She was trying to cover her breasts with hands.

On the other hand, there is no sign of stopping the storm and rain outside. The man said, "Ah! What a disaster!"

"Yes. The meteorologists, of course, had forecast earlier."

After a while the man became a little restless. "I'll go this time. I've troubled you a lot."

"What! Where will you go in this disaster? Wait until the storm stops."

The man breaks the silence and asks, "Who else is in your house?"

"Me,  my husband and my son."

"Just? No one else?"

"No. We actually bought this house new. My husband's workplace is in this city. That's why he bought this house here. Anyway, who do you have?" Deepa asks him.

The man smiled. "Me? I have no one in this world. I'm alone, now just waiting to die."

"Why are you saying that? Were you always alone?"

"No. I was a resident of another state. I sold all my debts and came to this state for employment. I had a wife with me and our son. That's how our day went. Then one day my son died in a road accident. The two of us stayed. Then my wife died of typhoid a decade ago. Now I am alone. I live in a hut on one side of this town.

" Really, I'm so sorry to hear that.."

Seeing tears in his eyes, she was very sorry. The man was sitting in a plastic chair, and she, on the sofa. The distance between the two is one foot. She put her hand on his knee to comfort him. The man looked into her eyes. Then he said in a sobbing voice, "Today I saw the first one sharing the pain of my mind. As beautiful as you look, so beautiful is your mind."

Deepa is ashamed this time. "Who said I'm beautiful? You're flirting."

"No, honestly, madam. You are very beautiful. Your husband is so lucky to have a wife like you."

"Really? My husband never said I was beautiful!"

"Of course you're beautiful, I must say!" The man was looking at her huge twins.

She was happy to hear her praise. Followingh his gaze at her boobs, she did not try to cover them. "Thanks," she said. Her hand was still on his knee.

She said to him, "Okay. But you promise, don't cry anymore."

"None want to cry, madam, crying comes out. Who else should I share my grief with?"

"You can share all your pain with me. I can be your friend if you want. Tell me all your thoughts."

The man was looking at her in surprise. "Honestly madam? Will you be my friend?"

"Hmm… I told you so!"

"Your heart is very great." The beggar said with teary eyes.

This time her son woke up and started crying.

"Oh... looks like he's hungry. My dear… I understand you're very hungry !"

Tukun eats nothing but her breast milk. So, if he is not breastfed at this moment, he will not calm down at all. But how can she breastfeed him by exposing her boobs in front of an outsider?  It will be annoying to leave him here and go to another room and feed her son. After thinking for a while, she decided to feed Tukun here but with a veil on her chest.

Deepa picked up Tukun from the bed and sat on the sofa and laid him on her lap to give him milk.

The beggar was looking at her boobs with greedy eyes. Deepa looked into his eyes for a moment and then covered her chest with a veil. Then she laughed and said, "Tukun can't stand a moment of hunger."

"Of course, babies should be fed immediately if they are hungry."

Deepa wrapped the veil, lowered the strap of her nighty to one side, freed one boob and put the nipple on Tukun's mouth. At that moment, his crying stopped. He started drinking her milk in. The beggar could imagine in his mind what the shape of this woman’s huge breasts might be under the veil.

Seeing the beggar's vision, it was not too late for Deepa to understand the desires of his mind. He has lost his wife and been deprived of women for a long time. Today, seeing a beautiful, young and sexy woman like Deepa from so close in an empty room, he has probably awakened his lust. Deepa thought that he could not be blamed for this at all. She knows that anyone who sees a beauty like her immediately gets hard on. Tukun is drinking milk loudly. She looked at the beggar's face and smiled softly. The beggar got more courage. For so long he had been staring at her boobs. This time he looked directly at her chest and said, "You're so beautiful madam!"

Deepa laughs and says, "You have said this many times."

"That's true."

Deepa thought let's flirt with him. She says, "What's so beautiful about me?"

"What do you mean? Everything…. from your feet to your head."

"Not at all.You're exaggerating." Deepa frowned. "Don't you remember your wife?"

"I remember it a lot. Sometimes I get very upset when I think about it. But what is the use of thinking about it? I can never see her again. She was the only one I could open my mind to. But when she left, I grew up alone."

"I said we're friends from today."

"Is it possible to be open-minded when you are a friend?"

"Why not? A friend can tell a friend everything with an open mind."

"But what can be done with wife cannot be done with a friend.”

"I don't understand."

"I mean, no one else can love you the way your husband loves you. That's what I'm saying."

"Husband's place is different."

"That's what I'm saying. How can a friend fill someone's wife's place?"

"That's right."

"That's why I'm saying I grew up alone. My wife left me. Now I want to go to her too."

She was having a hard time with the beggar's words. The poor man misses his wife very much. But in this case, she did not know how to comfort him.

She was engrossed in words for so long. But she didn't notice when the veil was removed from her chest while she was feeding her son. As a result, the beggar could now see her exposed boob directly from the front. The size of her boobs is bigger than he thought. He has never seen such big and perky boobs in his life. Although the nipple was inside Tukun's mouth, he was able to observe the big aroelas well. The beggar became horny looking at those.

Seeing him look like that, she guessed something. She was embarrassed when she realized he had been looking at her exposed boobs for so long. She quickly covered her breasts.

Deepa frowned and asked him laughingly, "What are you looking at like that?"

"I'm watching you, madam."

"Not me at all. You were looking at something else."

"Everything about you is beautiful!"

"You started again?"

"A beautiful must be called beautiful."

"What do you mean by beautiful? Tell me one by one."

"No. You can get angry."

"Didn't I say we're friends? Friends never mind a friend's words."

"When you say, madam, I say, these two of you are very beautiful."

Deepa understood very well what he meant by these ‘two’. But she pretended not to understand. She said, "Which two are you talking about? Say it clearly! Why are you talking indirectly?"

"Yeah ..... I mean your boobs. What big and steep, tight. I have never seen such beautiful boobs in my life."

"You are very naughty!"

"Aren't you angry madam?"

"Ummm ....... angry? No, I didn't get angry that way, because, I called you a friend. You don't have to mind your friends' words."

The beggar was reassured to see that she didn't mind.

Deepa says this time, "It's a compliment to the boobs. What else do you see good in me?"

"Your thin waist and wide ass like a pitcher, the color of your skin. You look so beautiful that movie heroines will fail."

"Done! I can't take praise anymore." She laughs out loud.

She asks, "Anyway, your name?” The beggar says, "My name is Birju, madam, and yours?"

"My name is Deepa."

"Beautiful name."

"Flirting here again?" Deepa says with a smile.

"Truly your name is beautiful, madam." Birju also smiles.

Tukun has already fallen asleep again after drinking milk. And the rain has come down a lot.

Birju says, "I have to go, madam. The rain has decreased a bit this time."

In fact, she didn't feel bad about spending time with Birju. Samir goes to work in the morning and returns home sometime in the evening, sometime at night. He no longer has that romantic feeling. In fact, he has become a money-making machine. Talking to Birju, Deepa laughed a lot today. This has made her mind a lot happier.

She quickly said, "Hey what's up so fast? You can talk to me as long as you want. I'm not that kind."

"No, what if your husband comes?"

"He comes in the evening. There is a lot of time, and, if he comes I will say I have found a new friend." Deepa giggled and laughed. Birju also smiles.

Birju says, "So that's what I was saying. After my wife died, I was completely alone. You became my friend. But you can't take my wife's place."

"The role of a friend in life is no less!"

"Yes. But friends can't play all the roles of wife, can they?" Birju looked at her face with an inquisitive face.

"Yes. They can't." Deepa agrees.

"That's why I'm saying I'm alone. I don't want to live anymore.

"Those talks again?"

"So tell me what? Who is there that will have mercy on me in this world? Who will say that I will take the role of your wife?"

After talking to Deepa for so long, Birju understood that Deepa was a very soft and kind hearted woman. Birju went crazy at the first sight of Deepa. Deepa was so sexy and beautiful. Birju has never seen such a beautiful and attractive woman in her entire life. Then he kept talking and when he saw that Deepa was a very sympathetic person, he made a plan. He thought that although it was impossible, he would give Deepa bait. If he can enjoy a sexy woman like Deepa, it will be equal to winning the lottery for him. So, he slowly started flirting Deepa.

Deepa felt very bad listening to him. She was in pain for Birju. She said, "It's very good if you make it clear what you want. I'll try at least a little."

"I want to love a woman like a wife."

Deepa says, "Well. That's right. You can think of me as your wife if you find peace and joy in it. I agree to do it for the sake of friendship. As long as you talk to me, you will think me as your wife. Are you happy this time?" Deepa smiled and looked at him.

"Truly you are the great Deepa Madam."

"Whoever calls his wife ‘madam’? You won't call me madam. I'm your wife from now on."

Birju's eyes became teary.

Seeing that, her mind became very soft. "I know you are very upset about your wife. I may not be able to take your wife's place completely. But I can do this for your peace of mind." She says keeping an eye on Birju.

Birju says, "Can I call you ‘darling’?"

"Of course. People call his wife ‘darling’. What's so surprising about that?"

Birju now intends to take a step forward. He says, "Husbands do a lot more! Let me do it?"

Deepa understood Birju's wish. She says, "But you want more this time."

Birju's throat filled with sorrow. He said, "I knew you wouldn't agree, madam. There's no one in the world that is so generous. Everyone shows sympathy. But when it comes time to take on a real role, everyone backs down."

In fact it was a plan of Birju. He wanted to make her stubborn so that she would let him do everything. He was getting more and more optimistic about her soft mind.

Deepa says, "But how is it possible? I am someone's wife."

"I know no one will accept so much sacrifice. Sacrifice is not so easy. I get up. Now I have to go home." Birju got up.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You don't want to talk to me anymore? It's nice to talk to you."

"No madam. You are rich people. Your time is valuable. And we are insignificant, poor people. Associating with useless people like us is a waste of your precious time."

"Why are you talking like this? Have you had such an idea to talk to me for so long?" Saying this, Deepa said "Ah" and put her hand on her boobs.

"What's the matter madam? Are you in trouble?"

In fact, her breasts produce a lot of milk. Her son Tukun can't finish all the milk at once. Her breasts are always painful due to pressure of milk. She occasionally tries to get the milk out by pumping the breasts. But it does not secrete milk properly.

She looks at his face, but can't tell him what's causing her pain. Just said,"Yes".

"What's the matter madam? Tell me. I can try to help a little." Birju said excitedly.

But how does Deepa tell Birju about this trouble? However, he is a newcomer and above all, he is not a woman to talk openly about her problems.

Her son fell asleep after drinking some milk from her left breast. The milk pressure in the left breast was slightly reduced but the right breast was throbbing with the milk pressure and was swollen. She placed the palm of her hand on her right boob and distorted her face in pain.

It is not difficult for experienced Birju to understand why she is in so much pain.

He said, "Madam, I know where your problem is. It is a common problem for all breastfeeding mothers. My wife had the same problem."

Deepa was ashamed. She looked at Birju's face and said, "Yes. It hurts a lot."

"Especially those who have a lot of milk in their breasts." Birju said.

Deepa is ashamed of his words.

"If there is excess milk, squeeze them out." Birju advises.

"Tried. But not all comes out."

"There's a kind of breast pump."

Deepa laughs. "I have it. But it doesn't work that way."

"I know. My wife had the same problem."

"Did she have the same pain?" Deepa asks with interest.

"Yes. But her problem was solved."

"How?"

Birju once looked at her face. Then he said, "If somebody sucks, all the milk will come out properly."

"But my son can't eat that much."

"I'm not talking about him."

"Then?"

"If an adult drinks that milk, your milk pressure will go down."

Deepa shrugs in shame.

Birju says again, "You can request your husband."

Samir is always indifferent about her beautiful boobs.It is unthinkable that he will suck her tits and drink milk.

Noticing her silence, Birju remarked, "I understand.. he doesn't agree, does he?"

Deepa nodded in agreement.

"Then it's a big problem. If he doesn't suck with his mouth, all the milk won't come out. All those breastpumps are useless."

Deepa said, "How did you solve your wife's problem?"

"I used to suck her milk."

Deepa was very ashamed to hear Birju's answer.

"Every husband should stand by his wife's problems."

"He doesn't agree." Deepa says softly.

Deepa puts her hand on her chest again and makes a painful sound, "Ah".

"I'm really upset to see a beautiful woman like you in pain."

"What shall I do? I do not have a dutiful husband like you." Deepa said in a tone of regret.

Birju thought let's take a chance. He said softly, "I can help you madam."

Deepa said in a tone of interest, "How?"

"If you allow me, I can drink your milk. My body is very weak and sick. Drinking milk of a beautiful woman like you will give me nourishment and strength. Helping me in this way will be a blessing for you. You will be released from pain.” Saying this, Birju thought, this time Deepa must be angry with him. But no, there was no such expression on her face.

Deepa looked at him in surprise for a while. Then she said, "How is that possible.. uncle? You are old. I look at you with respect. And how can I allow a man other than my husband to suck my tits? It is not possible."

"But it won't ease your pain. If it hurts constantly, it can cause other problems."

Deepa did not say anything. But the pain in her breasts was slowly increasing. She distorted her face with her hands on her chest and uttered various painful utterances.

"Madam, I will definitely help you. You move your hand from your boobs."

At Birju's words, Deepa slowly removed her hand.

Birju slowly extended his hand towards her boobs. Realising that, this time Birju would touch her breasts, she remained steadfast. Birju placed the palm of his hand on her right breast. Yes! It has become very hard by milk pressure. He was overjoyed at the thought of being able to touch the boob of a beautiful, aristocratic, young housewife like Deepa.

Deepa, on the other hand, was trembling at the thought that this was the first time that a man other than her husband was touching her breasts.

Birju softly began to rub his both rough hands on her beautiful boobs. She closed her eyes.

After a while he said, "Your son is absolutely asleep. Put him to bed."

Deepa opened her eyes and looked at Birju. She herself was amazed at how she was allowing an unfamiliar, street beggar to touch her boobs. But, she relentlessly obeyed his order. She got up and gently laid Tukun on the bed. Then she came again and sat on the sofa in front of him. There was a happy look on his face. "Madam you are very good." Laughing, Birju again put his hands on her boobs. Her left boob is a little soft, because, a little while ago, Tukun drank milk from there. But, the right boob has become very hard by milk pressure. Birju caressed her two breasts with both his hands. She shouts, "Ahh".

"Do you like it, madam?" Birju asks.

Deepa remains silent.

After a while, he started pressing her breasts lightly. "Oh. Beautiful breasts your madam! Very enviable!"

Deepa opened her eyes towards him, and then, closed her eyes again.

Seeing no objection from her, his courage increased even more. After a while he said, "I don't have peace if I don't see your beautiful breasts nude. Please show them naked, madam."

Deepa opens her eyes, looks at Birju and says, "You open it yourself."

"No problem if you allow." Saying this, Birju grabbed her night gown’s straps in both hands and started lowering them. After a while, her two boobs were completely exposed to his hungry eyes. He has never seen such beautiful globes in his life. Oh! As big and steep, absolutely fair. There is puffy and wide areola and erect nipple at the middle of each of the boobs. She is ashamed to see the waythe beggar is looking at her tits with lustful eyes. "Hey. What are you looking at like that? Haven't you seen a woman’s boobs in your life?"

"I've seen it many times, madam. But I've never seen a beautiful, sexy boobs like yours."

"you started flirting again."

"Not flirting, madam. I'm telling the truth." Birju still stared at her boobs.

He started squeezing her boobs again. This time he was pressing harder than before. She remained silent. Honestly, she was not feeling very bad.

After a while, he started pressing with great force.She was in a lot of pain. She said, “Ahh! Press them gently!”

“Nice boobs, your madam. It is impossible to press such boobs gently. It seems that I can dissolve them by pressing.”

“Ah ah! please… press them gently."

Her left breast did not feel much pain due to his massage. But the right breast was in great pain because there was milk pressure in it. She was trying to stop him.

He was repeatedly praising her boobs and pressing them with eagerness. She was feeling comfort and pain at the same time. Sometimes,he was turning the nipples like a radio knob.

Deepa was chilling "Ah ah…slowly…!"

She is topless at the moment.

As a result of squeezing and twisting the breasts for a long time, milk came out from her breasts and started rubbing against Birju's hand. She was looking into Birju's eyes from time to time. The two of them were making eye contact.

Samir is very busy nowadays. He returns home, eats and sleeps quickly in exhaustion. The frequency of intercourse between them has decreased a lot from before. In that sense, Deepa is a sexual fasting person. Today, she is getting more and more excited because of caressing her breasts in the hands of a trivial street beggar like Birju.

She said, "What happened? Won't you suck? Won't you lighten my breasts by drinking my milk?"

Birju said happily, "Sure madam. I promised you I would ease your pain. I will not break my word. In fact, I will go ahead if you allow me."

"Would I let you do all this for so long without permission?"

He was not late. He leaned his face towards her right boob. He took the nipple in his stinky mouth and bit it lightly with his teeth. Deepa said, "Ah".

Birju licked her nipples for a while with his hot tongue, then, began to suck. Birju eagerly began to drink her delicious, sweet milk.

He said, "Ah! Your milk is very sweet, madam! Your son is lucky!"

"Damn! Don't talk nonsense. Do what you're doing quietly!"

Birju was sucking and drinking milk. Meanwhile, the less the pressure of milk on her breast, the more she was feeling comfortable. She was also constantly aroused by the hot tongue of an adult male feeling her nipples.

She was so excited at one point that she started caressing his head affectionately.

She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left boob. Birju began to press it and pull the nipple. He bagan to suck the other breast violently with a ‘slurpp..slurpp’ sound. He was drinking milk and at the same time making various comments such as, "Very tasty, satisfying milk… the taste of such milk will never be forgotten in life" etc.

After a while, she started kissing Birju's forehead on her own and said to him in an intimate voice, "Drink well, uncle, drink to your heart's content. You have never drunk such sweet milk in your life. Please tell me how it tasted. You will gain strength by drinking my nutritious milk. And give me relief too. My breasts produce a lot of milk. I suffer a lot from the pressure of milk. Please reduce my chest pressure by drinking my milk. "

"Yes, yes, madam. I can do so much for you. It will benefit us both mutually." Saying this, Birju began to drink her milk more forcefully.

Deepa is very excited at this time. She grabbed the hair of Birju's head with both hands, pressed his head to her boobs and kissed his forehead. This time her pussy was leaking juice.

After a while Birju drank all of her right breast milk. This time, her breasts were feeling quite soft. Because, there is no milk pressure in it at the moment like before.

Experienced Birju realized that Deepa was very excited. This time, he lifted his face and placed it on her left breast, in which there is still a lot of milk left even after her son drank. Deepa's right breast is smeared with the saliva of the beggar’s mouth and it is shining. A few bite marks are visible around the nipple.

As Birju started sucking her left boob, she smiled and said to him in a muffled voice, "What's the matter, uncle? Even after drinking so much milk, your hunger is not satisfied yet? Do you want to drink more?"

"No matter how much I drink such delicious milk ... my mind will never be filled with anything, madam. You are great and absolutely merciful. You are a goddess. You are a goddess of mercy. God will bless you very much."

Deepa kissed Birju on the forehead and said, "Drink Uncle. Drink as much as you like. From today, you are the owner of these breasts. My son can drink very little from it. You will drink the rest of the milk as you wish." She was caressing his head with her hands and pressing his head to her chest.

Birju was vigorously sucking her tits and biting nipples.

She was occasionally jumping in stinging pain and muttering "Uhh… ouch..slowly uncle !".

A long time sex starved Birju was getting hotter and hotter. He was sucking her boobs like crazy. As well as pressing the right boob, twisting the nipple.

Within five minutes, he finished all the milk from her left breast. Deep sucking and biting caused pain in both her boobs. Birju drank her milk so hard that he was panting. Now her breasts look quite light. After a long time, she is feeling so relaxed. She looked at his face with grateful eyes. There was a soft smile on her face. Birju also looked at Deepa's face. It was as if he still couldn't believe his luck.

Now, she looked at her breasts which were filled with Birju’s bite marks. Her boobs were burning like hell.

She looked at Birju in an artificial rage and said, "You are so rude."

"I was just supposed to drink your breast milk. But, apart from that, I've done a lot more. That's why I'm so sorry, madam."

"No, no. There's nothing to be sorry about, uncle. These things happen out of emotion. I didn't mind." Deepa smiled.

"Madam, you are so beautiful!"

"You've said that many times, uncle."

"Madam, shall I kiss you?"

"What? What are you talking about? How is that possible?"

"Madam ..... what I have done so far didn't seem possible at first. That's why I said this. You are very beautiful and gorgeous madam. I want to kiss you very much."

"I think you're demanding a lot more, uncle."

"I know you will give me anything I want. Because, you are great and kind. Answer me, madam."

Deepa stared at him for a few moments. Then she said slowly, "Okay. You have done me a lot of benefits. I have decided to satisfy your whim."

Birju was very happy and moved forward with enthusiasm towards her face. Deepa closed her eyes.

Birju touched his dirty, black, ugly lips to her juicy ones. She shuddered a little. He kissed her lips frequently. Deepa "Ummmm Ummmaaaaa .........!"

After a while, he bit her lips and started sucking and kissing. He put his hands on her shoulders. As a result of continuous kissing, she became bewildered at one point. She opened her mouth on her own. Birju inserted his dirty tongue into her mouth. He started rubbing his tongue on her’s. She couldn’t understand when she was engrossed in french kiss with the dirty, ugly street beggar.

During the french kiss, both of them were making various sounds like "ummm ... ummmaa ... ummm ...." etc.

While kissing, Birju started pressing her boobs.

Deepa pleaded with him, "Please uncle, press gently. They are already soring."

Continuously for five minutes, they kissed french.

Suddenly, Tukun woke up, and he burst into tears.

Deepa was startled. She pushed Birju away from her.

"Oh! My son woke up." Said and sat down. Then she went to bed, took her son in her arms and kissed him. Deepa thrust one of her breast nipples into his face. Tukun pulled at it. But alas! There is no milk left in her boob. Because, Birju has sucked all the milk from her boobs like a hungry animal. Deepa said to Birju in a muffled voice, "You naughty, you have drunk all my milk. What shall I feed my son now?"

Anyway, Tukun did not cry for long, because, his eyes were drowsy. He fell asleep a little later.

Birju was waiting for it. He said, "Madam, then we start from where we stopped."

"Naughty." Deepa flinched and laughed. Then she looked at the wall clock and said, "No, it won't happen again. It's too late now. And the rain has stopped. His father sometimes leaves the office long before. If he comes and sees us here, a chaos will be created. So, at least you leave today, uncle. "

There is logic in her words. Birju understood that it would be very bad if her husband really came and saw them like this. Despite his reluctance, he stood up. Deepa is still topless. She got out of bed and hugged Birju. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "From today you are always welcome here. You can come here whenever you want…. Suck my boobs as much as you want. You can think of me as you wish ..... your wife, your girlfriend or your slave." Deepa smiled.

Birju kissed Deepa like and old lover, patted her back, ass and said, "I love you madam."

"There's no harm in that. I gave you permission. Uncle."
Birju caressed her a little more that day and said goodbye.

[Prince Babul]

Excellent begining and your writing doesnt look like a new one.

Amazing... she can introduce the begger to sameer and make him as servant at home.

Give him good clothes and money and get her sexual needs satisfied whenever needed.

It’s like wow , what a start … eroticness and lust is overwhelmed… excellent start

Amazing start dude....

Super story brother updated as early as possible

Very nice update

Never thought she will submit herself telling she is wife, girlfriend or slut within couple of hours seeing an ugly old man. This shows how much she is sex starved.

Nice one

Erotic and hot. Hope the begger will give extraordinary pleasure and stretch her vagina. Her husband can never satisfy her after that.

Very good episode

Superb

It's been a while dude. You should update the story now...

When is the next update coming?

superb

Very hot story

Please continue

Thanks for your comments

[Prince Babul]

Super start
She is hot and sex starving.
Now the old beggar will get his body hunger too solved.
He will come after samir leave office and fuck her whole day and daily and finally make her pregnant with his baby with her acceptance.

hot start. she has no guilt or shame and ready to open the legs any time. she is soft minded, but she is not bothered to take the dirty tongue. after begger sucking the breasts, her son also suck the same. she openly declared she is his slave and can be fucked anytime. she is impressed as he appreciated her beauty which her husband never done. so she has decided give her body to begger. She will now give bj to him and lick his arsehole. oh god!

You're not a professional writer? You wrote like a fucking champ dude!!  This is the hottest story I've read in a whole year!! That's how good this is. Specially the plot. A lactating high class housewife vs a low class ugly old beggar. MIND BLOWN MAN!! i scour the internet for stories like like these where a young lactating wife breastfeeds old ugly low class men. But you need creative and good writers with great imagination to write hot stories as this. Seems like you're one of those. Don't stop dude. Focus on the breastfeeding and old low class vs young high class dynamic. I find it specially hot that the male character isn’t like those six feet tall dumb brutes so common in all stories which basically copy interracial porn stories. The thin ugly old cunning beggar is such an interesting and kinky character. An old man his age always hungry for breastmilk makes this story ten times more hotter. I love this so much!!

Thanks for your Long Comments

[Prince Babul]

Honestly, we don't get paid for writing in this forum. Instead we want to get our remuneration in another form. Those are, good comments, Repu, Rate Star etc. I'm not just saying this on my behalf, rather, speaking on behalf of rest of the other writers, who spend their precious time writing here, just to give you pleasure. If they get appropriate encouraging comments, I am sure all the writers will be more enthusiastic to write updates.

[Prince Babul]

You'll get a lot better comments dude. But remember you only wrote one update. Look at the number of comments you got bro! You'll get even more. You'll get more of a loyal following if you consistently update. Like me for example. Almost 99% of the stories here bore me. Cyz they're the same boring vanilla adultry of wife cheating with colleagues or husbands friend or some other braindead plot, or straight up incest which is another unoriginal genre. There are some other stories which try to be like the one you're writing but straight up copy interracial porn stories and videos by having this little white wife getting fucked by some big brute guy whose physical stats should've landed him in some science laboratory, or circus than rather a driver or malee for some rich couple.

The characters, plot specially the emphasis on erotic breastfeeding to low class old ugly men is simple but very kinky. You don't have to write like Shakespeare and pretend you're gonna win the next nobel prize in literature by writing stories that people just wanna read to jerk off and relax. Your tone is perfect for a kinky sex erotica. Just keep updating consistently and me and many like me will religiously follow your story and comment, like your updates. I'll specially write you some great kinky comments because I've had some personal experience with this kind of situation which is why i Only look for stories like this. So give another great, long update bro. We're waiting and can't wait to see how many old ugly people quench their hunger from Deepa's delicious breastmilk.

Also, have the dialogue be in Hinglish rather English. It'll sound more natural and kinky. And you can prolong an update by simply giving more explicit details about the breastfeeding scenes. Like when birju was squeezing one breast and drinking from another Deeps arched her back,  backwards and let her head fall backwards as well, closing her eyes, breathing loudly she felt as if this old man would suckle the life out of her. Give mire details as to how she feels when this toothless old guy sucks on her nipples,  vigorously clawing and drinking from her breasts. Or how he's squeezing her breasts and give more details like how he's holding them in his palms, trying the feels the heavy weight of her soft breasts. The softness coupled with the weird heaviness of her milk filled tits made him even more erect and hungry etc. That way you don't need to constantly move the plot forward because the details are gonna increase the size of the updates enough to satiate the readers.

Please continue the story

Excellent story plz continue

Thank you

[Prince Babul]

Amazing Waiting for your new Update brother.. 



Lactating Dipa boobs.. :-*

Nice picture

[Prince Babul]

Update-2

Samir did not go to the office for the next two days. Because, these two days were supposed to be his work from home. But as expected, Birju Kaka came under the pretext of begging. The main purpose of his visit is not to beg. He came to drink sweet and delicious milk of Deepa. But Samir is present at home. Birju was very disappointed to be told that. Deepa consoled him with some money saying that her husband would only stay home for a few days for office work. Once the work is completed, he will join the office. Birju said goodbye with a dry face.

A working aunt used to come to Deepa’s house. She would come in the morning and do all the housework. Her name was Ramla Aunty.

She used to tell various stories while working. Today, while working, she said to Deepa, "You know, Madam, how many problems and sorrows there are in people's lives."

"What kind?"

"I have a relative. One of my nephews. She died leaving her two children."

"She's gone?" Deepa is very sad.

"Yes madam. She had been suffering from very severe jaundice for a long time. She was treated in many different ways. But nothing happened."

"Yeah! Very sad."

"The biggest thing is that she has two children. One is breastfed, one and a half years old. The other is five years old. Of course, he is not breastfed."

"Oh!" Deepa says.

"The little one doesn't eat anything except mother's milk. Now I'm afraid of what will happen to him."

"Very sad." Deepa says in a moaning voice.

Deepa tells Sameer about the incident after aunt left. Samir was also very upset. "There is really no limit to the number of disasters that can occur in human life," he says.

That day at noon Ramla aunty called Deepa on the phone. Auntie doesn't usually call except for very important things. Deepa eagerly received aunt's call.

"Madam, I'm in trouble."

"Why? What happened?"

"With those two children. The older one is crying because of his mother's grief. And the younger one is crying because he is hungry. He doesn't eat anything except mother's milk. Their father doesn't know what to do. What should I do now, madam?"

"I understand it's a problem."

"Looks like I can't go to work for a few days."

"If I don't come to work, I will go after it with great difficulty." Deepa is upset.

"Try to understand my problem, madam. I'm close to them. I also have a duty. How can I leave the two children in this situation?"

"Isn't there another lactating mother to save the baby with her own milk?"

"If it was like that, there would be no problem, madam." Aunty hung up the phone.

Then Deepa told Samir about the incident.

Samir says there is logic in aunt's words. Since Aunty is their close relative, leaving the children in this situation would be very selfish for Aunty. Finding a lactating mother at this moment would have solved the problem.

Deepa thought for a moment. Then she said to Samir, "Shall I say something? You don't mind?"

Sameer said, caressing and pressing Deepa's cheek. "I have never been angry with any of your words."

"Look. I have a lot of milk in my breasts.  Tukun can't finish eating. My chest hurts a lot from the pressure of milk. That's all you know."

"Got it. But what do you mean?" Samir looked at Deepa curiously.

"I mean, my breast milk is wasted every day. If I could quench the hunger of a child who has lost his mother at this moment with my own breast milk, it would be a very good deed. I would also get relief from the pressure of milk."

Samir stared at Deepa's face for a few seconds in surprise.

"What happened? You didn't answer!"

"Look Deepa. If you can do it, it will be a very good thing. God will be very pleased with you. But, wouldn't Tukun's share go less later?"

"There's no question. My breasts produce a lot more milk than what Tukun eats. You know, my chest hurts a lot from the pressure of the milk."

"Yeah, I know that. Okay. I don't mind. Auntie will come to work then." Samir caressed and shook Deepa's chin.

"You are my sweet darling!" Deepa hugged Samir and kissed him.

"You call Auntie without delay." Samir said.

"Okay. I'm doing it right now." Deepa called Ramla aunt on the phone.

"Auntie, your problem is solved."

"How?"

"You didn't want a lactating mother?"

"Yes."

"I'll give that baby my milk."

"What are you saying madam?"
"Yes. I was very pitty towards that child after listening to you. It was your duty to stand by his side as a close relative. But I also need to come and stand by his side out of conscience."

"Look, madam, to be honest, I once thought of making this offer to you. But you might be angry at it. That's why I didn't say it again."

"Got it. I'm leaving right now if you want."

"Then it's very good. Wait. I'm coming. I'll bring you with me." Aunty hung up the phone.

Deepa told Samir about their conversation.

Samir said, "All right. You get ready."

Deepa says, "You please. Manage Tukun a little at this time."

"Okay. Don't worry about him."

"I'll be hardly half an hour late."

"No problem."

Deepa quickly wrapped herself in a sari.

Aunt's house is in the next slum. Within ten minutes Auntie appeared. The evening is already approaching.

Auntie said, "Madam, I have once again recognized your greatness."

"Look, Auntie. My parents were both social workers. I learned from them that I always have to stand by helpless people."

"Hmm. Well come with me. You have to come back again. But saheb is not angry, is he?"

"No. He loves me very much and trusts me." Deepa smiles. Deepa caressed Tukun for a while before leaving. Samir gestured and kissed Deepa.

While walking in the slum area, everyone started surveying the beauty and sex bomb like Deepa with curious eyes. Everyone was surprised to see such a
sexy, modern and high-class woman in this environment. The environment is very crowded and dirty.

For a while they appeared in front of a house with a mud tiled roof. The door of the house is made of tin. Auntie said, "This is my niece's house. Come on."

Aunty pushed the door and entered the room.

Deepa saw a slender looking man of 38-40 years sitting inside the room with bare body and lungi. The color of the man's skin is pitch black. He has a lot of hair on his chest, unshaved beard on cheeks. A fairly five-year-old boy is sitting on the floor playing. And in bed, a little child is lying face down on the ceiling, crying loudly. Needless to say, he is crying so loudly out of hunger. Deepa's eyes filled with tears when she saw the baby.

She says, "Ufff! How much trouble! The poor baby has been suffering like this all day because of hunger, hasn't he?"

"What more can I say, madam! She has never eaten anything except her mother's milk. Now that has become a problem. He will die of starvation. He will not eat any other food." The man looked at Deepa curiously and said.

Deepa thinks about this extra man first. Now she was a little ashamed.

Auntie says, "Listen Ramen! Our madam is very generous. Otherwise who would agree to breastfeed another's baby in this way?"
"I can understand that. The rich people don't even put their feet on the ground. And she is the true goddess in the way she went so far to satisfy the hunger of a poor child. Thank you very much madam."

Seeing Ramen's eyes, Deepa did not understand whether it was gratitude or lust.

"Okay, Ramen. You go to the next room and wait. Now madam will breastfeed your son." Aunt said.

"sure." Ramen got up quickly. He went to the next room.

"Now Madam, you start. The baby has been in pain all day today." Aunty looked at Deepa and said.

"Sure," said Deepa and went to bed.
She looked at the door between the two rooms, but, was surprised to see that there was only one curtain between the two rooms. The door has no structure. Deepa pointed her finger at there and said, "But Auntie, there is no door, and, his father is waiting there."

"They are very poor. Where will you get the money for the decoration of the house? However, be fearless. He will not come here until your breastfeeding is complete."

Deepa could not be completely satisfied with aunt's words. But the way the baby is screaming and crying, delaying more means increasing the amount of pain of the baby. Thinking about all this, Deepa did not feel it appropriate to be late.

She took off the pallu of her sari. Deep cleavage of huge boobs was visible in her tight blouse. Aunt looked at that. Deepa unhooked her blouse one by one. Inside white front hook open bra. Her huge tits are trying to burst out of her bra. Aunty sat in a plastic chair next to the bed. She was watching Deepa.

Deepa once looked at the curtain of the door of the room. Then she unhooked her bra.

Deepa's huge boobs pushed the both cups of her bra and moved away. Deepa's two boobs went naked. In the meantime, her two breasts were swollen under the pressure of the milk and the pain started. She was also getting excited when she would lighten the milk pressure of her boobs. Deepa laid the baby on her lap and stuck the nipple of right boob in his mouth. The hungry baby started sucking the nipple at that moment. Deepa affectionately put her hand on the baby's head and said, "Eat honey. Eat well. You've been in a lot of trouble all day today."

The five-year-old boy who had been playing on the floor for so long was overjoyed to see Deepa's huge boobs. He said, "Wow, what a big milk pot. My mom wasn't that big."

Deepa was very ashamed of his words. Because, his father must have heard him clearly from the next room.

Auntie scolded him, "Shut up, you bastard. You don't have to say that."

"I'll drink Auntie's milk too," said the baby in a sobbing voice.

" Do you still have the habit of drinking breast milk??" Aunty asks.

"No."

"Then why do you want to drink now?"

"Because, Auntie's boobs are so beautiful and big. They are much better than my mother's."

Ramen, his father from the next room, said to him in a threatening tone, "Billu, you are very naughty. You have given up breast milk for a long time. Now seeing huge boobs, you want to drink aunti’s milk. But it is not good."

Deepa blushed with shame.

The baby was biting hard from time to time while drinking milk.

Deepa was screaming in pain, "Ouch .... Uhhhh .... don't grind your teeth like this ..... baby ..... I'm in pain ..... suck gently .......!"

Billu sat on the floor and looked at Deepa's other naked boob. Seeing him, Deepa suddenly felt great pity. He seemed to be depriving Billu of his whims. She looked at Ramla aunt and said, "Auntie, when he wants to drink so many times, I have to breastfeed him a little too."

Aunty smiled. "I know you're kind-hearted. You can't keep yourself calm when you see someone suffering. Okay, make him drink milk."

Deepa laughed and said affectionately to Billu, "Come Billu, you too drink my milk with your brother."

Billu was very happy to get Deepa's invitation. He quickly went to bed. He leaned on the bed. He brought his face to Deepa's boobs. Then in the blink of an eye Deepa's nipple ran into Billu’s mouth. Billu bit the nipple with his teeth and started sucking hard. In fact, as a result of vigorous sucking, Deepa's sex began to increase. She bit his lip with her teeth and began to handle the tension.

While sucking the boob, Billu held the boob in his hand and was biting her nipple.

"Don't bite like this." Deepa said in a moaning voice.

His father said from the next room, "Billu, you are doing a lot of mischief. You will be punished later."

Billu didn't listen to his father’s words and started sucking, "ummmm ..... ummmmm ........ slurrrp slurrp ......".

After 10 minites, the little baby fell asleep eating milk. Deepa turned her hand on his head affectionately and said to aunt, "Auntie, he is asleep."

"Gently put him to bed."

Deepa laid the baby on the bed. Now seeing her calm face, Deepa's mind was filled with a strange satisfaction.

But the way Billu is sucking and licking Deepa's nipple, Deepa is getting more excited. She distorted her face "Ah uhh ..... slowly .... slowly…..Billu ...... you're sucking like a mature man. "

"Billu, that's enough. You leave Auntie now. I'm coming home." As soon as he said that, Ramen removed the curtain and entered the room. Deepa was surprised to see that he didn’t knock at least a little before entering the room. Upon entering the room, Ramen had the good fortune to see two nude, huge boobs of Deepa. A drop of milk was still stuck on Deepa's nipple. Deepa was angry with Ramen, on the other hand, was feeling ashamed of herself. Looking at Auntie's face, it seemed that she didn't mind Ramen's behavior.

Deepa instantly covered her naked boobs with the pallu of her sari.

Billu leaves Deepa's boobs and sits up. Deepa's breast milk is around his lips. He said cheerfully, "Mouthwatering milk. As far as I remember, my mother's milk was not so sweet.

"Get out of the house soon. You bustard." Ramen scolded Billu. Billu left the room with a sad face.

Deepa has an advantage in breastfeeding with two people. The milk pressure of her two breasts decreased a lot.

Ramen looked at Deepa and said in a tone of gratitude, "Madam, I don't know what to say to you. If you hadn't agreed to breastfeed, the baby would have died crying."

"Ok ..... I feel good to be able to feed him."

Auntie said, "Come on madam, let me bring you home. Saheb may be worried about your delay."

"Hmmm ..... let's go." Deepa said while fixing her sari.
As she left, Ramen thanked Deepa once again. Instead, Deepa gave him a sweet smile.

Coming to the street, Aunty said to Deepa, "You don't know how many good deeds you have done today, madam."

"Honestly, I couldn't keep up with the child's pain."

"But, today, the baby's stomach is full. What will happen to him tomorrow?"

"Why? I'll come and breastfeed him tomorrow. You can rest assured, and tell his father."

"Really madam, there are very few high minded people like you in this world." Aunt's words sound like gratitude.

[Prince Babul]

"You are kind hearted madam" is enough for Deepa to open her boobs and legs for the other men.

Ha ha.. exactly

[Prince Babul]

Super update

Wow amazing brother.. ?

"You are kind hearted madam" is enough for Deepa to open her boobs and legs for the other men.

Super MILF

Various low class men --- Hope all the dirty slum men taste her at least once. Billu father and his neighbours turn her to happy WHORE.

Thanks for responding

[Prince Babul]

Dude...all i wanna say is I WANNA STUDY YOUR BRAINCELLS TO TRY AND FIGURE OUT YOU WRITE SEXY STUFF LIKE THIS!! Honestly if you keep this up i can see this story becoming one of those classic stories people request for resubmitting in other forums, copying or writing with their own twist. I can guarantee if you keep up with the theme you're going for without ruining it with rushed sex this is gonna turn into an instant classic with a loyal following. I really like it that you're turning Deepa into a lactating godmother sort of character instead of a whore. Because sluts Are cheap and easy to write. But writing naive kinky characters who are when facing awkward situations react even more awkwardly is hot af. For example if Deepa turns into a lactating breast feeder for all low class men while thinking she's DOING a service for humanity while the low class ugly old men are coming to fill their bellies with delicious milk and play with her massive soft titties, it'll create that perfect juxtaposition for kinky lactation fantasy erotica!! Turn deepa into a wet nurse for the ugly poor old buddhas. But not a whore. It'll keep things interesting. Maybe she'll only have sex with birju so that readers who want sex don't get bored. But with other characters she'll stay a wet nursing godmother sort of character and they'll find new schemes to find ways so that they can drink her delicious milk and play with her breasts. I also like the size of the update. Please keep this quality and give us another mind blowing update. I also thank you for not abruptly ending the update. I hate those kinds of updates that feel unfinished.

Thank you so much for such a nice and long comment

[Prince Babul]

Rightly said dude. When she kissed the beggar, it is understood that she does not care about hygiene or cleanliness. She is completely unsatisfied in bed. 

Deepa husband neither have stamina nor interest to spend quality time with her and take care of her sexual needs.  After her stint with beggar. her view towards low class men has changed. She understood that only they will appreciate her beauty and will be ready to do anything she says or needs. 

yr): clp);

Yes bro, a high class beautiful woman, molested and screwed by  low class dirty men....the matter is very erotic.

[Prince Babul]

These dirty men have a long and thick dick compared to her husband thin and tiny dick that cannot satisfy her ever itching pussy. Birth of her son must be one of medical miracle.

Hot story. Looks like she will become sex slave of these slum men very soon.

Stay with me... bro

[Prince Babul]

Awesome Dear..............too good to control......

usually high class woman does not like dirty slum men. she is different.

Very hot

Nice update

Wow super hot story

These dirty men have a long and thick dick compared to her husband thin and tiny dick that cannot satisfy her ever itching pussy. Birth of her son must be one of medical miracle.

Rightly said dude. When she kissed the beggar, it is understood that she does not care about hygiene or cleanliness. She is completely unsatisfied in bed. 

Deepa husband neither have stamina nor interest to spend quality time with her and take care of her sexual needs.  After her stint with beggar. her view towards low class men has changed. She understood that only they will appreciate her beauty and will be ready to do anything she says or needs. 

yr): clp);

Hot story. Looks like she will become sex slave of these slum men very soon.

Waiting for new Update brother :-)

Whoaaa..
In the next visit, son will drink from boobs and She will drink fathers health tonic from the monter cock to feed his son better.

Excellent bro.

If all dirty men are keeping their mouth in her breast, her son would be poisoned with their saliva and die soon.

Update the story bro!

What a story ... Going through a variety path of erotic.
Very interesting story, I loved it.


Mad waiting for the next upcoming updates.

Update the story dude 

Waiting... :)

hot one

Gooddd

Waiting to see the father and son in slum sucking her boobs and father fingering her.

Very nice

Good story
Repped you.
Please continue.

Good going

oh rightly said.. the author left it half.. wish he could continue

Thanks for commenting

[Prince Babul]

Excellent bro.

If all dirty men are keeping their mouth in her breast, her son would be poisoned with their saliva and die soon.

Yes bro.....this is a problem

[Prince Babul]

Hello brother...
Update aayega kya...??
Update nhi aaya to wo old slum bhukha hi mar jaye ga. ..:|
Rip old man _/\_

bhukha nhi marega....bro

[Prince Babul]

Just as i thought.... The story is dead. It's laughable, only two updates and it's already done. What a shame...

The story is not dead, bro…. In fact, I am a very busy person. I have a family. I do a service. I go out to work in the morning, and come back at night. In this busy schedule, I have to write an update with great difficulty. Therefore, I may not be able to update as often as you expect. I don't get a chance to type a lot at once. As much as I have time, I type and write update little by little.

[Prince Babul]

UPDATE- 03

Samir's work from home is over. He is going to the office like before now. The calling bell rang as usual that day. This time the calling bell rang, meaning Birju had arrived. As soon as Deepa opened the door, Birju was seen as expected.

Birju asked softly, "Is your hubby still home today?"

Deepa smiled. Then she said, "What do you want to hear?"

"Tell the truth! Please!" Birju seems to be going after anxiety.

"If I say my hubby is not home today? What would you like to do?" Deepa asked in a muffled voice.

With lust in his eyes, Birju replied, "In that case I will drink Madam's milk wholeheartedly."

"Then come inside." Deepa stepped aside and made way for Birju to enter.

Birju happily entered the room. Deepa closed the door.

Tukun is already asleep in bed. Today, the road to Birju is favorable.

As soon as Deepa closed the door, Birju hugged Deepa tightly.

"Oooh ...... what are you doing? Leave me alone!" There was an awful smell coming from Birju's dirty clothes.

"I got my Madam after a long time today. I won't leave so easily." Birju started kissing Deepa passionately.

"Ouch ..... oh ...... You rude ...... come on ...... leave me ........ I'm not going anywhere! ' Deepa said trying to free herself from Birju's tight arms.

Birju did not let go of Deepa, but filled her lips with his own rough lips.

Deepa- "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ......."

Deepa opened her mouth a little to help Birju. And, Birju hurriedly put his tongue in Deepa's mouth and started rubbing his tongue with Deepa's. Deepa's body became dizzy with the bitter smell of Birju's mouth. She felt vomit. 

But at this time, realizing that it was impossible to stop Birju, Deepa remained silent.

Deepa- "Ummmmmm ummmmm ...... leave me ...... mmmmm ummmmmmm ......"

For the whole five minutes Birju kissed Deepa french.

When Birju left, Deepa was panting.

She says to Birju in a tone of artificial anger, "You are very naughty!"

Birju laughed out loud and said, "Sorry madam!"

Deepa wore a light blue housecoat today. She looked very sexy in this dress. Birju looked at Deepa from head to toe for a while. Then he said, "Madam ... you are very beautiful."

"You say the same thing every day ..... don't you?"

"You have to call a beautiful person beautiful!" Birju opened Deepa's robe of housecoat.

"Uhhh ..... you're so restless! Come here." Deepa grabbed Birju's hand and brought him to the bed. She sat on the bed by herself and put Birju by the hand.

Birju said dully, "Madam, your clean bed is getting ruined because of my dirty clothes."

"Okay. Don't worry about it. I'll wash it later. I gave you some nice clothes the day before. Why didn't you wear them?"

"Madam, if I wear clean and nice clothes, no one will help in today's age."

"Oh ... I understand." Deepa grabbed Birju's hand. "How did you miss me?" Deepa asked Birju.

"Very madam. But there was nothing to do. Your husband was at home."

"Hmmmm ..... now drink my milk." Deepa lowered the shoulders of her housecoat from both sides. There is only a stylish bra on the top of her body. Much of her huge tits, deep cleavage was visible in front of Birju's lustful eyes.
Birju says, "wow ...... what a pair of boobs!"

"Now take off my bra yourself." Deepa winked Birju.

Birju moved his hands towards Deepa's back. Tried to open the hook of the bra. These are expensive bras of foreign brands. Birju has never seen them in his life.

Deepa giggled and laughed, "Hey… mister has a hobby of drinking milk, but can't open a woman’s bra." She took her hand behind her back and unhooked the bra. As soon as the bra was released from her body, a pair of huge boobs jumped out in front of Birju's sensual eyes and shook twice. Seeing Deepa's naked, perky boobs, Birju's eyes popped out. In the middle of the two boobs are brown, at least three inches wide, puffy areolas. A pair of gbang-like erect nipples between them, as if urging horny men to suck them. Seeing this exciting scene, Birju seems to be speechless.
Deepa was just following Birju's facial expression.

This time Birju extended his two worn hands towards her boobs. He grabbed them with his paw and twisted hard.

"auuuuuch ..... Uuuiiiiii Maaaaaaa ....... I'm in so much pain ........ you rude ...........!"

Birju started mauling Deepa's very sexy tits with cruelty.

Even in the pain, a kind of provocative feeling was awakening in Deepa's body.

Deepa's boobs felt very hard while pressing. Birju said, "Looks like they're full of milk. Otherwise, it wouldn't have felt so hard."

"Yes. My breasts are always full of milk. The rate of milk production in my breasts is very high."

"Don't be afraid of it. I'm here." Birju, with great force, started pressing Deepa's boob. He grabbed the nipples with his fingers and started pulling them out randomly as if he wanted to tear them up.

"auchhhhh ..... aahhhh ..... slowly ...... it hurts a lot ........!" Deepa grunted.

As a result of massive pressing, the palms of Birju's two hands became smeared on Deepa's breast milk.

Deepa blinked and said to Birju, "fool .... you are wasting milk like this! What will you drink then?"

"Your breast milk will never run out, madam. You are a milk producing machine." Birju laughs.

"Okay. But please suck them up now. They're in so much pain from the pressure of the milk."

"ok madam" Birju lowered his face.

Birju sighed like a python and swallowed a lot of Deepa's boob flesh into his own hot mouth cavity. Then started hard sucking. The filthy street beggar began to drink Deepa's succulent, delicious milk like he was always hungry.

Deepa - "Aahhhh ..... ummmmaaaaa ........ uhhhhhhh …..drink slowly ...... you are sucking my boobs like a suction pump!"

"Ummmm ....... so tasty milk madam! It looks like I'm getting addicted to your breast milk."

"You're exaggerating too much….. you naughty…. talk less and drink quietly." Deepa slapped Birju lightly on the head.

Birju started mauling one boob and sucking the other with medium bite.

With each bite of Birju, Deepa started making painful noises, “Aahh….ahhh….!”  However, She started pressing Birju’s head harder with her chest. Meanwhile, her cunt was getting wet under her panties.

"Your tits are very sexy madam. I want to eat them whole by chewing."

"You're mischievous!" Deepa said, caressing Birju's cheek and pressing her head hard on her chest. Said, "Eat. Eat to your heart's content! Eat as much as you like. These boobs are yours!"

The fair skin of Deepa's boobs began to fill in the red bite marks of Birju's teeth.

"auuuchhhhhh ..... it hurts a lot ......... don't bite like this." Deepa wanted to move away Birju's head, but was not able.

For a full ten minutes, Birju tortured Deepa's right boob and finished all the milk there. Then he attacked the boob on the left. He started sucking and biting it too.

Deepa was watching the plight of her right boob. It is filled with the bite marks of Birju's teeth, and the dirty saliva coming out of Birju’s mouth is shining in the light of the LED Bulb.

Birju seems to have become animalistic after seeing Deepa's heavenly boobs. Realizing that it was impossible to stop him, Deepa surrendered herself to Birju. She was moving her hand on Birju's back affectionately and muttering, "my honey .... empty all my breast milk. Give me comfort. Bite, but slowly ...... I love you."

Birju wanted to crush Deepa's right boob and melt it.

He was biting a large part of his left boob and pulling it out from time to time in such a way that he wanted to pull it out of Deepa's chest.

Unable to bear the pain, Deepa was chanting "auchchch ...... uiiiiii". Again, she was occasionally kissing Birju's forehead. Birju was pressing Deepa's boob with one hand. But, his other hand was not at rest. He was mauling Deepa's naked, fleshy back, ass with his other hand.

Deepa's nipples of two boobs were burning, since Birju had been biting Deepa's nipples for so long.

After exactly ten minutes all the milk booze of the left boob was finished.

Then he sat up straight. There is no milk left in Deepa's two breasts. But two tits have been injured in teeth biting. 

Deepa's eyes are watering with pain. She said "you are very wild"

Birju commented, "Sorry madam. I lost consciousness due to emotion."

"Madam, you have to fulfill one of my wishes today."

"Tell me. I tried to fulfill all your wishes. I am playing the role of your wife."

"That's what I'm talking about. You're willing to play the role of my wife. But if you play any role, you have to do it perfectly."

"What do you mean?"

"Madam, I want to fuck you. I haven't fucked a woman for many years. I've never had a woman other than my wife in my life. And it's my dream to enjoy a beauty like you."

"Birju, I think you are demanding too much. It is not possible for me to do so. I am someone's wife."

"I know, madam, you high-class women act like that. Before I said that, I thought you could regret it." Birju's eyes filled with tears.

Deepa put her hand on Birju's head and caressed him and said, "Please, Birju, try to understand. How can I cheat my husband?"

"Then why did you falsely promise that you would play my wife? Didn't you prove yourself a liar?"

Deepa was feeling guilty after listening to Birju's lamentable dialogue. She was silent for a while and then said, "okey .... you can screw me. I said I will play the role of your wife. I will keep that promise today."

Birju was very happy to hear Deepa's words.

He grabbed Deepa's head with both hands and kissed her passionately like an old lover.

"Wait." Deepa picked up Tukun on her lap and laid him on the wide sofa next to the bed. Because, they are going to start the fuck session on the bed now.

Deepa was topless from the beginning. The robe of his housecoat had already been opened by Birju.

Birju said to Dipa, "Madam, now you become naked."

Deepa smiled and said, "You make me naked. You are my husband."

"Gladly, madam." Birju pulled the housecoat off Deepa's body and threw it on the floor. Deepa is wearing only a panty now. Seeing Deepa's slim, model like figure, Birju was overjoyed.

"wow! what a figure !!"

"Do you like it?"

"Great madam."

Birju leaned down and grabbed elastic of Deepa’s panty. Deepa realized that Birju would make her completely nude this time. She lifted her ass a little so that Birju could smoothly take off her panty. Birju pulled Deepa's panty and threw them on the floor. In the light of the bright electric bulb, Deepa is now completely nude in front of a dirty, old beggar.

"Oh madam! I swear I have never seen such a sexy and perfect figure in my life. Such a goddess like figure can only be seen in the film magazines. Many famous female models will fail to compete with you; I say this with great confidence.”

Deepa is embarrassed, "Once you start praising, you don't want to stop."

"I'm telling you the truth, madam."

Birju folded Deepa's legs and spread them on both sides. Deepa’s shaved, high class pussy is displayed in front of Birju's eyes.

"Wow! What a pussy!"

Between the two orange choir like petals, the red slit of Deepa's cunt is slightly open.

Birju's eyes popped out as he saw the beauty of Deepa's vagina.

"Hey .... don't look that way. I'm so ashamed."

"Don't deprive me of such adornment, madam."

This time Birju brought one of his hands towards Deepa's cunt.

Birju tickled the petals of the cunt with a finger of his hand for a while.

Deepa- "Uuuuiiiiii .............!"

After a while Birju inserted that finger inside her cunt. Birju felt the extreme temperature of the cunt on his finger. 

Deepa's cunt has already become slippery as a result of Birju's continuous boob mauling, sucking and lip kissing.

Birju quickly moved his finger back and forth inside Deepa's cunt. There was a ‘Puchhh ....... puchhhhh ......’  sound.

Deepa- "aaahhhh ......... uuhhhhhhh ......... ummmmmm ........!"

Deepa's cunt's sticky love juice was sticking to Birju's finger.

This time Birju put his two fingers together in Deepa's cunt and started fingering quickly.

Deepa - "ohhhhhhh ............... ummmmmmm ........... don't do this ........ plzzzzzzzz ........ ...............! "

After fingering like this for five minutes, Deepa's lower abdomen started getting heavy. She said, "I can't stop myself  ………Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..........!"

Within the next five minutes she met a big orgasm. Her whole body was trembling. After a long time she became quiet.

This time she looked very ashamed. She said, "You're so naughty!"

Birju sniffed the vaginal juice with his fingers in front of his nose, then licked it in his mouth and sucked it. Then said, 

"Very delicious!"

"You're really dirty!" Deepa frowned.

"I will eat your pussy juice with satisfaction." Birju brought his face to Deepa's pussy.

"OMG! You're so mischievous! Will you really eat my pussy juice?"

"Yes madam! Today you are mine!" Birju said.

Deepa began to think in her mind that Samir had not licked her pussy once in their married life for of many years. Birju is very horny. Deepa felt in her mind.

"Don't put your face in there. That place is so dirty!" Deepa said.

"Why? Your husband has never been there?"

"No."

"Then I'll say he's really tasteless." Birju narrowed his tongue and tickled the petals of Deepa's cunt with the tip of his tongue. Deepa shuddered once. For the first time in her life, someone is putting his tongue in Deepa's cunt. She felt very erotic inside.

After licking the petals of Deepa's cunt for a while, Birju made his tongue as thin as possible and inserted it inside Deepa's cunt. He felt the salty love juice of Deepa’s cunt on his tongue. Birju was gradually becoming horny.

He rubbed his rough tongue against the inner wall of Deepa's cunt. Meanwhile, Deepa's condition became critical. Her eyes became cloudy with excitement. Her whole body was sweating and trembling.

She muttered, "ummmmmm ...... uffffff ....... oosssss ...................!"

After sucking like this for five minutes, her lower abdomen started getting heavy again. She was holding Birju's head with both hands pressing her cunt. She grabbed the hair of Birju's head with both hands.

Birju was constantly tongue fucking Deepa's pussy. He was eating the salty and very tasty love juice emanating from Deepa's cunt with cheerfulness.

After five minutes of tongue fucking, Birju stuck his tongue in Deepa's clitoris. Deepa jumped as if she had received an electric shock.

"Oh! What are you doing? Don't put your face in there. I can't take it! Ummmmmmmm .......... Ahhhhhhhhh ............!"

Birju looked as if he had never heard of Deepa. He bit her clitoris and started sucking it, as if sucking the nipple of 
boobs.

Meanwhile, Deepa is fidgeting. After 3-4 minutes Deepa could not control herself. She pressed Birju's head on her cunt and squirted again. This time during the orgasm she was trembling so much that Birju also got a little nervous.
Deepa had a heavy orgasm, which made her shiver for a long time.

Samir has never foreplayed so much in intercourse with him.

Birju was about to undress. Deepa realized that Birju would be naked this time by taking off his clothes. Still pretending not to understand, she asked, "What happened? Why are you undressing?"

"I'll screw my wife." Birju said with a smile.

"Who is your wife?" Deepa is in the mood to have fun now.

Birju pinches the nipple of Deepa's boobs and says, "This sexy and beautiful woman is my wife."

"OMG .... you naughty .....!" Deepa also pinched him.

Birju took off all his dirty clothes and threw them on the floor. Seeing his very sick, skinny body, Deepa felt pitty. Birju is now wearing only an underpant. Birju untied the rope. Then he opened it and threw it on the floor.

A great surprise was waiting for Deepa. Deepa was surprised to see the size of Birju's cock. Although Birju's body is very thin, but his dick is huge in size. Extremely thick and 8 inches in length. It looked very hard. The head of the dick is quite large and the tip is pointed. A drop of precum is hanging from the tip. There is a lot of white and black hairs at the base of the penis and testicles. Deepa was looking at Birju's cock with fascinated eyes.

Birju laughed and said, "What do you see madam like that?"

Deepa said, "How can there be such a shape at this age?"

"You can call it a gift from God. God took my wife away from me long ago. But he kept my sex organ as strong as it was in my youth."

"It's comparable to any young man." Deepa said.

Deepa thought Samir's cock was much smaller than Birju's. Only 5 inches. And a lot narrower.

Deepa will be in great pain if this cock enters her narrow pussy. She thought.

She said, "Look, Birju. The size of your penis is too big. It will hurt a lot if it gets inside me. Rather, what you have done so far is enough. End the matter like today."

"What are you saying, madam? I will finish the matter here after reaching this point. How is this possible?"

"The size of my husband's penis is much smaller than yours. I'm used to that size. Now if this huge dick of yours gets inside my pussy, my pussy will tear up."

"Don't be afraid, madam. I'll push gently. You'll adjust after a while."

Deepa was lying on her back on the bed. He folded her legs and stretched them. Birju knelt down and held his cock in one hand and touched Deepa's cunt lip. Deepa shuddered a little.

Birju said, "Don't be afraid madam. You see, you will like it a little later."

Birju put a little pressure on his waist. His dick head easily penetrated into Deepa's orgasm lubricated pussy.

Deepa: "Aahhh ........!"

As Birju put a little more pressure on his waist, his cock gradually began to penetrate Deepa's cunt. At the same time Deepa felt a pain in her pussy. Her vagina has not been stretched so much before, because, Samir's dick is much smaller.

Deepa: "Auchhhhhhh ............ Uhhhhhhhh ....... slowly .......dard ho rha hai (I'm in pain)."

"There will be no problem, madam. You will see after a while everything will be fine." Birju said.

But, Deepa's tight pussy doesn't want Birju's cock to enter anymore.

So, Birju pulled his cock out a bit. Then he gave a solid stroke to Deepa's pussy. About half of Birju's cock entered Deepa's pussy.

"Auchhhhhh ...... Uuuiiiiii ...... Maaaaaaa .......Mar gayieee……. Please ...... take it out. I'm in great pain. It looks like my pussy will be torn up."

"Ma'am, please. Please be patient. After a while you will see the whole dick go in. Then, you will feel great relief. I assure you.

Birju is leaning on Deepa, but, holding his weight in both hands.

Birju lifted his waist a little more. Then, a massive stroke again.

Birju’s  8 inch lund has completely penetrated Deepa's narrow pussy.

Deepa is in great pain right now.

"aaahhhhhhhhhh ............... what a big size of your dick. My cunt is burning. Please, take it out .......... otherwise I will die. Please, Birju, I beg you. "

Birju closed his eyes and felt the temperature of Deepa's cunt. He was feeling very comfortable. Deepa's pussy is as hot as it is tight.

Deepa's tears are running down her cheeks due to the pain. Birju put his hand on Deepa's head and caressed her and said, "Darling .... don't be afraid. After a while everything will be adjusted."

Birju started stroking in slow rythm.

But, Deepa began to squirm in pain. "Aaauuchhhhh ...... Uuuhhhhhh ........dard ho rha hai…..dheere karo (slowly)……. it's paining ....... darling ..... take it out .............!"

But, Birju continued his stroking.

After a while Deepa said to Birju, "Come, lie down on me. Kiss me. You are my darling. You are my husband."

Birju gladly left the weight of his own body on Deepa. The two naked bodies touched each other.

Birju kept Deepa's hands pressing against the bed, biting and kissing Deepa's lips as if he wanted to chew them all.

Deepa: "Uummmmmmm ..... mmmmmmmmm ..... uffffffff ........choro mujhe (leave me) ......!"

Deepa's pussy pain has subsided a lot in these foreplay. She is feeling comfortable in her pussy this time.

When Birju saw that Deepa's pain had decreased a lot, he increased the pace a lot.

'Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap " was the sound of fucking.

Deepa: "Uh Oh Uh Uh Aaahhhh Aahhhh aahhh aahhh aahhh aahhh aaaahhh ...!"

"Come on, suck my boobs." Deepa pressed Birju's head with both hands on her boobs.

With biting, Birju started sucking Deepa's boobs vigorously.

"Oh come on ... suck them hard. Take off the nipple." Deepa hugged Birju tightly.

Birju is fucking Deepa like hell.

There was a sound from the bed like "kinch kinch kinch kinch kinch kinch".

Just fucking sound all over the house - Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap

After 10 minutes of such hard fucking, Deepa had a massive orgasm.

Deepa squirted a total of three times from the start.

Deepa calmed down a bit after the orgasm.

After a while Deepa says, "Wait. Now you screw me in another position."

She posed in doggy style on all fours.

Birju said, "Oh madam. You look so erotic like this."

He stood with his weight on both knees behind Deepa. Then, his cock head touched Deepa's pussy entrance.

Birju inserted the whole dick in Deepa's pussy in a single stroke.

Deepa: "Auchhhhhh Aaaahhhhhhh ......maar gayiee …..!"

Fucking sound again - Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap

Deepa - Aaahhhh Aahhhh aahhh aahhh aahhh aahhh aahhh aaaahhh……dheere karo…… aahhh aahhh aahhh aahhh

Deepa's whole body is moving back and forth to the beat of Birju’s stroke. Her hanging boobs are swaying like a clock pendulam.

Deepa said, "Oh darling ..... fuck me harder."

Birju slapped Deepa's big, wide ass and said, "Madam, your gaand (ass) is lovely."

"I know that. Now fuck me hard." Deepa said.

Birju has been continuously fucking Dipa for 30 minutes. This time he felt that he was about to cum.

He stroked Deepa with all his strength and said, "Madam, I am going to cum."

Deepa: "I'm going to squirt too. Fuck me .... fuck me harder!"

Deepa met her fourth orgasm.

At that moment, Birju grunted and started cumming inside Deepa's cunt.

Deepa felt Birju's hot semen inside her womb.

For a long time Birju ejaculated in Deepa's warm pussy. Deepa was very tired. She lay down on the bed. Birju lay down on Deepa's back with all the weight of his body. He was gasping for breath.

After staying like this for a few minutes, Deepa said to Birju, " Now get up from me."

"Yes madam." Birju replied.

Tukun woke up. He immediately burst into tears.

Deepa got up quickly. She took Tukun in her lap and pressed the nipple of her boobs to his mouth. Birju drank all the milk from her breast. But during this time of fucking, a little milk had accumulated in her chest. Tukun calmed down a bit while drinking milk. Deepa felt a lot of semen coming out of her cunt. Even at this age, Deepa could not believe that he could shed so much semen.

She stared at Birju and said, "You're too naughty."

A naughty smile was also seen in Birju's eyes.

"Will you stay at my house all day nude like this? You go today. I have other work to do."

"That's right, madam." Birju said. He got up and started putting on his clothes.

Birju said, "I can't finish thanking you, madam. After a long time, today I had sex with a sexy and beautiful woman like you."

Tukun fell asleep again. Deepa laid him on the bed and said to Birju, "Then promise, don't be upset about your wife from today. Have I been able to make up for your lack of wife?"

Birju hugged Deepa and kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Really madam! I forgot a lot about my wife after getting you. If you hadn't been kind to me, I wouldn't have had a chance to fuck a beauty like you. You're a great madam!"

When Birju was kissing Deepa passionately, Deepa realized that Birju was getting hard on again. If she doesn't stop him right now, he will get excited again and start screwing her.

Deepa pushed him away and said, "Okay Birju. You go home today. But you are always welcome. You can come to my house whenever you want."

"Thank you."

After talking for a while more, Birju said goodbye.

[Prince Babul]

HOLY FREKKINNGG FUCK MAN!!" THIS WAS THE MOTHER OF ALL UPDATES!!  Was the length of Birjus cock and had everything in one package. Don't know if the story can get better than this but if it does it'll be the most erotically magnificent story ever written!! Crazy good update man!

Also i apologize of i sounded rude in my previous comment but you have to understand almost all writers abandon their stories this way. They write some great few updates and then poof! They disappear. Now, i absolutely understand about the responsibilities of personal life bro. But you should also let us know you didn't abandon the story. Cuz each one of us is coming to check for an update every few hours in a day even. Cuz a lot of us have found this to be the most favourite story from recent times. 

So don't leave your fans hanging bro. Let us know what's going on with you and when we can expect an update. That's all it takes. This story is criminally good to be left unfinished!

Thank you bro

[Prince Babul]

After this intense and gratifying sex Deepa must be feeling motherly again. Can't wait to see which new ugly low class old men she breastfeeds her delicious milk now.

That last update where she breastfed in a slum was hot af. Itd be even hotter if she breastfed some other ugly midget begger or even lower class ugly old man in a dirty public place. Imagine the kinky tension of feeding her milk from her breasts to this stranger of an ugly old low class man she never met before!? Feeding him her milk from one breast when he's squeezing and squirting her delicious sweet milk all over the footpath or some place making it wet and slippery from the squirted milk. I don't know how she'll get stuck in a scene like this but if she does It'll be the best hottest thing ever to happen.

Thanks for your suggestion

[Prince Babul]

Awesome update

A begger fucked her just like that in her marital bed and she happily gave up.  She does not have any guilty of sleeping with someone else in her bed.
Now she understood, her husband has cheated her with his tiny dick and  she lost all the pleasure that her body needs and only people like this can keep her happy.
She must leave the wimp child born to that wimp husband and live with a real man and become mother of his child.

Thanks for comments