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“A lot has happened, Simran. It’s been… complicated.”
 
Simran moved closer on the sofa, her expression full of concern.
 
“Tell me everything. What happened?”
 
The two friends sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. Preeti swirled the vodka in her glass, her expression turning more serious. She took a deep breath and began.
 
“Shikha didn’t get pregnant,” Preeti said quietly. “We tried everything — timing it perfectly with her ovulation, making sure Arjun was healthy, the whole natural insemination thing… but nothing happened. It just didn’t work.”
 
Simran’s face fell with genuine concern. She set her glass down and leaned closer.
“Oh Preeti… I’m so sorry. How did Shikha take it?”
 
Preeti gave a small, tired smile.
 
“She tried to act strong at first, but it hit her hard. She started blaming herself, saying maybe her body isn’t meant for this, maybe we should just accept it. Then the real mess started with Arjun.”
 
Simran frowned.
 
“What happened with Arjun?”
 
Preeti took another sip, her voice lowering.
 
“His fiancée found out. Not the full story, but enough. She saw some messages on his phone — nothing explicit, but enough to make her suspicious. She confronted him. He panicked and tried to lie, but she’s not stupid. She demanded to know why he was meeting Shikha alone, why there were late-night texts about ‘the procedure.’ It blew up into a huge fight. He was almost ready to break off the engagement because he felt so guilty.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
“Oh god… what did you do?”
 
“I had to step in,” Preeti said, rubbing her temple. “I went and met his fiancée myself. I told her it was a medical thing — that Arjun was helping us with a fertility issue, nothing sexual, just a clinical donation. I made it sound like a doctor’s recommendation, very clinical, very innocent. I showed her some fake medical papers I prepared in advance just in case. I cried a little, played the desperate friend card. She bought it, but barely. She still doesn’t fully trust him, and things are tense between them now.”
 
Simran reached out and squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“That must have been so stressful for you. How is Shikha handling all of this?”
 
Preeti’s voice softened with worry.
 
“She’s not doing well at all. She’s been crying a lot, not sleeping, barely eating. She feels like she ruined Arjun’s relationship and still didn’t get what she wanted. Her mental health is really bad right now. I’ve never seen her this low. I can’t watch her go through another round of this — the waiting, the hope, the disappointment, the stress. It’s destroying her.”
 
Simran nodded, her expression full of empathy.
 
“So what’s the plan now? You can’t just leave it like this.”
 
Preeti looked straight at Simran, her eyes determined but tired.
 
“I can’t make her go through all that pain again. This time… I think I will take the initiative myself. I need someone discreet. Someone completely unrelated to us, someone safe, someone who won’t complicate things emotionally. But I have no idea how to find such a person yet. I just know I have to do something soon before Shikha completely breaks down.”
 
The room fell quiet again, only the soft sound of rain against the windows filling the space. Preeti took another sip, then looked at Simran with a small, sad smile.
 
“I’m sorry for dumping all this on you. I just… I needed to talk to someone who understands. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
 
Simran squeezed her hand tighter.
 
“You can always talk to me. We’ll figure this out together. Whatever you need — I’m here.”
 
Preeti gave her a grateful look, the heavy conversation hanging between them as they both took another sip of their drinks, the weight of their secrets and struggles settling over the evening like the rain outside.
 
Preeti took a slow sip of her vodka-orange, then set the glass down. Her expression grew heavier as she leaned back against the sofa cushions.
 
“You know… the whole thing with Arjun was supposed to be perfect,” she said quietly. “We planned it so carefully. Shikha was at her most fertile time. We made sure everything was clean, safe, and timed right. Arjun was respectful, healthy, good-looking. We thought it would work.”
 
Simran nodded, listening intently.
 
Preeti continued, her voice softening with frustration.
 
“The session itself… it was actually quite erotic. More than we expected. Shikha was nervous at first, but Arjun was gentle and patient. He took his time. They kissed, touched, everything felt natural. He was hard, he was into it. When he finally entered her, it was slow and deep. Shikha was moaning, really into it. We all thought — after a session like that, with that much passion and connection — it had to work. But… it didn’t. Two weeks later, the test was negative. Again.”
 
Simran reached out and gently squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“I’m so sorry. That must have been heartbreaking for both of you.”
Preeti gave a small, bitter laugh.
 
“It was. Shikha cried for days. She kept saying maybe she’s the problem. Maybe her body just doesn’t want a baby. And then the mess with Arjun’s fiancée made everything ten times worse.”
 
She took another sip, then looked at Simran with a wry smile.
 
“You know what’s funny? Men are so unpredictable. Biologically, I mean. Arjun is decently endowed — a solid seven inches, thick enough, everything looked perfect on paper. We assumed a guy like that would have no problem. But no. Nothing. It’s like his sperm decided to take a vacation.”
 
Simran couldn’t help it — she burst out laughing. Preeti joined her, both of them giggling over their drinks.
 
“Seven inches and still can’t get the job done,” Preeti said, shaking her head. “Imagine telling a guy that. ‘Sorry, your dick is impressive, but your swimmers are on strike.’”
 
They laughed harder, the tension in the room easing for a moment.
 
When the laughter died down, Preeti’s face turned serious again.
 
“So now I have to start searching all over again. Fresh. From scratch. I need someone who is obviously fit — physically strong, healthy, good genetics — and, you know… sperm-wise. Someone whose swimmers actually work. I can’t risk another failure like this. Shikha can’t go through it again.”
 
Simran nodded slowly, understanding the weight of it.
 
“And how do you convince someone for natural insemination? It’s not like you can just post an ad saying ‘Wanted: healthy donor for raw creampie sessions.’”
 
Preeti let out a tired laugh.
 
“Exactly. That’s the hardest part. I need someone discreet, someone who won’t catch feelings, someone who understands it’s purely physical and for the baby only. No emotions, no complications. I have to approach it carefully — maybe through a mutual friend, or someone who already knows our situation but can keep quiet. I can’t just pick a random guy off the street. It has to be someone we can trust not to talk.”

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She paused, swirling her drink.
 
“I’m thinking of looking for someone older, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. Mature, stable, already has kids so he knows it works. Someone who is married or in a relationship so he won’t get attached. But even then… how do you bring up ‘Hey, can you fuck my wife raw until she gets pregnant?’ without it sounding insane?”
 
Simran listened carefully, her own secret with Bhola flashing in her mind for a second.
“It’s complicated,” she said softly. “But you’ll find the right person. Someone who understands and respects the situation. Someone who sees it as helping, not as something dirty.”
 
Preeti gave her a small, grateful smile.
 
“I hope so. Because I can’t watch Shikha suffer like this anymore. This time I’m taking charge. I’ll handle the conversations, the arrangements, everything. She’s already been through enough.”
 
The two friends sat in thoughtful silence for a moment, the rain softly tapping against the windows outside, their glasses almost empty.
 
Preeti looked at Simran and raised her glass again.
 
“To figuring this out… and to not fucking it up this time.”
 
Simran clinked her glass against Preeti’s.
 
“To figuring this out.”
 
They both took a long sip, the conversation hanging heavy but comforting between them.
 
Bhola returned from the market about twenty minutes later, carrying a packet of hot dal vada fry. The drizzle had turned into light rain, and he was a little wet — his T-shirt clung slightly to his chest and shoulders, and the front of his trousers had dark wet patches from the rain. The thin fabric of his pants had become semi-transparent in places, especially around the crotch. Even though his cock was in its natural soft state, the heavy, thick outline was clearly visible — a long, fat log resting against his thigh, the shape unmistakable. It looked impressive even when soft.
 
Preeti’s eyes flicked down for a brief second when he handed her the packet. She gave him a polite smile.
 
“Thank you, Bhola.”
 
Bhola nodded respectfully and went back to the kitchen to arrange the snacks on a plate.
 
Simran noticed the way Preeti had looked at him. A sharp, unexpected pang of jealousy twisted in her stomach. She quickly stood up.
 
“Come, Preeti. Let’s go upstairs to the balcony. It’s covered and we can talk properly.”
Preeti raised an eyebrow but followed with a knowing little smile.
 
They went upstairs. The balcony was sheltered from the rain, but distant thunder rumbled occasionally, and the cool, moist air felt refreshing after the stuffy living room. They sat on the comfortable outdoor chairs with their drinks.
 
The moment they were alone, Preeti leaned in with a playful grin.
 
“Simran, don’t mind me saying this… but Bhola looked a bit hard just now, didn’t he? That outline in the wet pants was quite something.”
 
Simran’s cheeks flushed instantly.
 
“No, no… he isn’t. It’s just the rain making the fabric stick.”
 
Preeti laughed softly, taking a sip.
 
“How do you know? Did you look at his crotch area?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in protest.
 
“Of course not! Preeti, you are mad.”
 
Preeti kept teasing, clearly enjoying her friend’s discomfort.
 
“No seriously, Simran. He really looked hard. Because of the rain, the outline was showing clearly in those wet pants. That thing is packing.”
 
Simran shook her head firmly, trying to sound convincing.
 
“He was not. Trust me.”
 
The moment the words “trust me” left her mouth, Preeti’s eyes sharpened with interest.
“Trust me? What do you mean by that?”
 
Simran froze for a split second, realizing her slip.
 
“Nothing… tell me about your life instead.”
 
Preeti took another slow sip, then looked straight at her friend with a mischievous, knowing smile.
 
“Simmu… did you see his dick?”
 
Simran was shocked. She stared at Preeti, mouth slightly open.
 
Preeti’s smile grew wider.
 
“You did, didn’t you?”
 
Simran’s heart raced. She tried to deny it, but the way Preeti was looking at her made it impossible to lie convincingly.
 
“Preeti… it’s not like that…”
 
Preeti leaned closer, voice low and teasing but warm.
 
“Come on, bestie. You can tell me. I already know he sucks your boobs for milk. Seeing his dick is the next logical step, isn’t it? So… how big is it really? Was the outline accurate, or is it even bigger when it’s hard?”
 
Simran’s face was burning red now. She looked away, biting her lip, but a small, embarrassed smile tugged at her mouth.
 
The conversation had suddenly become much more dangerous… and much more exciting.
 
Preeti kept pressing gently, her voice warm but insistent.
 
“Simran… come on. You know you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge you. I already know he sucks your boobs for milk. Just tell me about his dick. How big is it really?”
 
Simran fidgeted, cheeks burning. She took another sip of her drink for courage, then finally gave in, her voice low and shy.
 
“Okay… fine. It’s huge, Preeti. Like… you would see in porn movies. It’s thick — more than my wrist. And long… almost as long as my forearm. When it gets fully hard, it stands straight up like an iron rod. It’s scary how big it is.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened, but she kept her tone supportive and curious.
 
“Tell me everything. Don’t hold back.”
 
Simran hesitated, then the words started pouring out in a rush, excited but still embarrassed.
 
“I can’t… it feels so wrong to even say it out loud."

" Nothing is wrong, we are friends — tell me.”
 
Simran took a deep breath.
 
“It gets even bigger, Preeti… when he sucks my boobs. He becomes like an animal — sucking so hard, so greedily. But he thinks he is just helping me. He makes me orgasm just by sucking my tits. I told you that before. And then I noticed the tent in his pants… it’s huge, Preeti. So obvious. It pushes the fabric out like it wants to tear through.”

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Preeti leaned in, genuinely fascinated and a little shocked.
 
“Wow… Simran, I won’t judge you at all. Especially after everything you’ve been through with the milk and the pain. It must be so difficult. But this is scary even to listen to. A person with such a huge dick as you say… and he sucks your boobs every day? What if he forces you someday? What if one day he loses control?”
 
Simran shook her head quickly, almost defensively.
 
“No, no, Preeti… it can never happen. It can never happen, I swear on my life. I trust him. He is innocent. He really thinks he is just helping me with the milk. He never crosses the line unless I let him.”
 
Preeti gave her a long, thoughtful look.
 
“That’s a big word — trust, Simran. I hope you know what you are doing. Actually… I understand you have no other option right now. The pump wasn’t enough, Ravi can’t do it… I’m surprised your boobs make so much milk though. It’s like your body is in overdrive.”
 
Simran waved her hand, still blushing.
 
“Chhor na… jo hai so hai. You tell me what to do about your problem instead.”
 
Preeti went silent. She took a slow sip of her drink, staring out at the dark, wet balcony. Simran also fell quiet, sipping her own drink. For a few seconds, both women sat lost in their thoughts, the distant thunder rumbling softly.
 
Then, almost at the same time, they looked at each other.
 
“Yes,” Preeti said.
 
“No,” Simran said at the exact same moment.
 
They both laughed nervously.
 
Preeti spoke first, leaning forward with determination.
 
“Simmu, listen to me…”
 
Simran immediately shook her head, eyes wide.
 
“No, Preeti… you know what you are saying? You are mad!”
 
Preeti didn’t back down.
 
“I am not mad. It’s the perfect choice.”
 
Simran’s voice rose slightly, a mix of shock and disbelief.
 
“Perfect choice? Preeti, are you hearing yourself? You want to use Bhola for… for that? For Shikha? No way. Absolutely not.”
 
Preeti held up her hand, trying to calm her.
 
“Just hear me out. Think about it logically. He is already involved with you in a very intimate way. He knows about your milk, he is discreet, he lives in your house, he is loyal to you. He is strong, healthy, and from what you just described… very well-endowed. Biologically, he sounds perfect. And most importantly — he is already under your control. You can set the rules. No emotions, no complications, just the act for the baby.”
 
Simran stared at her, mouth slightly open.
 
“Preeti… this is insane. He is my servant. He sucks my breasts every day for milk. Now you want him to… to have sex with Shikha? To put that huge thing inside her? What if he catches feelings? What if Ravi finds out? What if Shikha gets attached? This is too dangerous.”
 
Preeti sighed but kept her tone calm and persuasive.
 
“I know it sounds crazy. But right now, I don’t see any other safe option. Random strangers are risky. Arjun almost destroyed his own relationship. Bhola is already in your life. You trust him. You said he never crosses the line unless you allow it. We can control everything — when, how, how many times. It could be clinical. Just for the baby. Nothing more.”
 
Simran shook her head again, but her voice was less certain now.
 
“I… I don’t know, Preeti. It feels wrong. He is mine… I mean, he helps me. I can’t just lend him to Shikha like that.”
 
Preeti gave her a gentle, knowing smile.
 
“Exactly. He is already helping you. Maybe he can help us too. Just think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”
 
The two friends sat in charged silence, the weight of Preeti’s suggestion hanging heavily between them as the cool night air blew across the balcony.
 
Preeti took a slow sip of her drink, then looked straight at Simran with calm determination.
 
“It’s not for Shikha,” she said quietly. “I will be the one.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Preeti… what?”
 
Preeti nodded, her voice steady but soft.
 
“I will carry the baby. I’ve decided. Shikha has been through enough. Her mental health is already breaking. I can’t watch her suffer anymore. So this time… it will be me.”
Simran stared at her best friend, trying to process the words.
 
“Preeti… you can’t be serious.”
 
“I am serious,” Preeti replied. “And I know you will do it for me. Because if the roles were reversed, I would do it for you without thinking twice. That’s what we are — we take care of each other.”
 
Simran shook her head, her voice rising with disbelief and worry.
 
“Preeti, you don’t understand. He is a kid… but a kid who has a huge, huge dick. You have not seen it the way I have. It will tear you apart. It’s not normal. It’s thicker than my wrist. When it gets fully hard, it stands straight up like a pole. I’m telling you — it’s scary.”
 
Preeti leaned forward, her expression softening. She reached out, gently cupped Simran’s face with both hands, and kissed her softly on the lips — a tender, reassuring smooch that lasted a few seconds.
 
“I need him, Simmu,” she whispered against her lips. “I need that monster.”
 
Simran pulled back slightly, breathing deep and shaky. She looked overwhelmed.
“I… I need time to understand this. It’s too much to process right now.”
 
Preeti gave her a patient smile and took another sip.
 
“Okay. Take your time. But tell me one thing truthfully.”
 
She paused, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
 
“Did you see that thing? Like… really see it?”
 
Simran’s voice dropped to a whisper.
 
“Yes.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened.
 
“No, no — I mean really, really. Outside the pants. Erect. Saluting you. Standing tall and proud.”
 
Simran’s voice became even quieter, almost embarrassed.
“…Yes.”

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Preeti let out a high-pitched, squeaky “O M G” — one syllable at a time, dragging it out dramatically.
 
“O… M… G… Simmu!”
 
Then she leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
“Tell me you didn’t touch it.”
 
Simran didn’t say anything. She just looked down at her glass, cheeks burning.
 
Preeti’s mouth fell open.
 
“Simmu… did you guys fuck?”
 
Simran’s head snapped up in shock.
 
“Shhhhh… Preeti, are you crazy?! No! No, we didn’t!”
 
Preeti raised both hands in surrender, laughing softly.
 
“Okay, okay… understood. So you haven’t fucked him yet.”
 
She paused, then added with a wicked little smile:
 
“Then you guys need to do it fast. Because unless you do it with him first, he won’t do it with me for sure.”
 
Simran stared at her, completely stunned.
 
“Preeti… you are a crazy fucking ass. I just told you — Bhola just helps me to relieve myself. That’s all.”
 
Preeti finished her sentence for her with a playful grin.
 
“And you need to fuck him. Yes. You need to fuck him soon. Because your friend needs a baby from that monster hanging between his legs.”
 
Simran looked at her best friend in utter disbelief, her mouth opening and closing without sound. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle outside, but the conversation on the balcony had become far more stormy than the weather.
 
Preeti simply raised her glass again, still smiling.
 
“To best friends who help each other… even when it involves monster cocks.”
 
Simran could only shake her head, half-laughing, half-horrified, as the weight of Preeti’s words settled between them.
 
 
Bhola came back from the market a little wet from the light drizzle. His T-shirt clung slightly to his chest, and the front of his pants had dark wet patches, especially around the crotch. Even though his cock was in its natural soft state, the heavy, thick outline was clearly visible through the damp fabric — a long, fat log resting against his thigh, impossible to miss.
 
Preeti’s eyes flicked down immediately. She stared for a second longer than necessary, taking in the blatant shape of his massive soft cock.
 
Simran noticed. A sharp, unexpected jolt of jealousy twisted in her stomach. At the same time, she couldn’t help but think how beautiful he looked — like a powerful, young bull, strong and virile, water droplets still glistening on his skin.
 
Bhola placed the fresh dal vada fry and a glass of water on the table politely.
 
Preeti smiled at him sweetly.
 
“Thank you, Bhola.”
 
As he turned to leave, Preeti’s gaze dropped to his crotch again. Simran saw it clearly this time.
 
Once Bhola was gone, Preeti turned to Simran with a playful, slightly tipsy grin.
“Bhola kahan se ho tum?”
“Bhola, where are you from?”
 
Bhola paused at the doorway.
 
“Dholakpur, madam.”
 
Preeti raised an eyebrow, teasing.
 
“Achcha? Dholakpur ke log sabhi itne lambe hote hain?”
“Really? Are all people from Dholakpur so tall?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, not fully understanding the double meaning.
 
“Nahi madam… pata nahi.”
 
Preeti laughed softly.
 
“Toh iska matlab tum hi ho Dholakpur ke sher…”
“So that means you are the lion of Dholakpur…”
 
Simran immediately intervened, feeling a rush of heat and possessiveness.
 
“Bhola tum chalo… madam mazak kar rahi hain.”
“Bhola you go… madam is joking.”
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” Bhola said obediently and went downstairs.
 
The moment he disappeared, Preeti turned to Simran with a wicked smile.
 
“‘Ji Bhabhi’…” she repeated, dragging the words out teasingly. “Oh my god, Simran… the way he says it. So obedient. So respectful. Like you already own him.”
 
Simran laughed and punched Preeti lightly on the arm.
 
“Preeti, you are impossible!”
 
Preeti took another sip of her drink, eyes sparkling.
 
“Bhabhi… you need to fuck that bull. Promise me.”
 
Simran’s smile faded instantly.
 
“Preeti… this is serious shit you are talking about.”
 
Preeti set her glass down and leaned forward, her tone turning more intense and persuasive.
 
“Okay, let’s talk maths here. I need a baby. And hence I need to get fucked by that man. He may be a boy on the outside, but his dick is not of this world. I need a child from that motherfucker.”
 
She paused, letting the words sink in.
 
“Now about you. You are already getting milked daily by that bull. The next logical step is to get impregnated by that bull as soon as possible. Because that’s what you need. We are women. We need bulls like him to satisfy us and then impregnate us. I, as a gyno, am telling you — that’s what is dictated by nature. Men are born to fuck us dry, but if we don’t get fucked by something like that monster hanging between his legs, then we are the biggest assholes of this world.”
 
Simran stared at her, stunned.
 
“I understand you must be worried about your marriage and all, so am I. But don’t worry, it won’t break your marriage.”
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky.
 
“Preeti, I understand what you are saying but it’s not that simple. Ravi is going to get shattered if he knows about this.”
 
Preeti cut in immediately, calm and matter-of-fact.
 
“Then don’t tell him.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.

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“Then… cheat?”
 
Preeti nodded without hesitation.
 
“It’s a medical and biological need. Simmu, you don’t get to enjoy everything. A sati savitri does not enjoy that thing. Either be a sati savitri, use a breast pump, and die of cancer in your condition… or use him for your biological needs.”
 
Simran looked conflicted, her voice cracking slightly.
 
“Then what about Ravi? How can I… I am not able to explain you.”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, her voice gentle but firm.
 
“You mean carry his baby, right? Do that concurrently with Ravi too. I have seen hundreds of cases like this in my clinic — women come to me for abortion. Ninety percent of them don’t do the abortion. They fuck their husbands, make them believe it’s theirs, and live happily ever after. Nature takes care of the rest. The baby looks like the husband because the husband raises it with love. No one ever knows.”
 
Simran sat there, speechless, the weight of Preeti’s words pressing down on her while the cool evening breeze blew across the balcony.
 
The conversation had gone from teasing to something far more dangerous and life-altering.
 
Simran sat frozen on the balcony chair, her glass of vodka-orange forgotten in her hand. Preeti’s words were still ringing in her ears — the casual, almost clinical way she had suggested using Bhola as a breeding bull for her baby. Simran’s mind was spinning. She desperately wanted to confess everything — that she had already gone much further than just letting him suck her tits. That she had sucked his massive cock twice now, that she had swallowed his thick, hot cum, that she had loved every filthy second of it, that she had knelt there like a desperate whore while he emptied his heavy balls into her mouth. But the words wouldn’t come out. It felt too raw, too shameful, too dangerous to admit even to her closest friend.
 
Preeti noticed the heavy silence and tilted her head.
 
“Simmu? You okay?”
 
Simran forced a small smile and nodded.
 
“Yeah… just processing. It’s a lot.”
 
Preeti was about to say something more when she suddenly checked her watch and sighed.
 
“I should get going. It’s getting late and the roads will be slippery after the rain.”
 
Simran nodded, but Preeti didn’t stand up immediately. Instead, she gave Simran a long, mischievous look.
 
“But before I go… I need to see that thing.”
 
Simran blinked, confused.
 
“What?”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
“Bhola’s dick. I need to see it. Even if it’s just a picture. I really need to see what we’re talking about.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Preeti… how can you even ask that? I can’t just take a picture of his… his cock and send it to you!”
 
Preeti gave her a pleading look, half-drunk and completely serious.
 
“I don’t know how else to do it. Please, Simmu. Just one picture. I need to know if it’s really as big as you say. I need to see it for myself before I make any decisions.”
 
Simran stared at her best friend, mouth slightly open, completely flustered.
 
“Preeti… how? I mean… that’s crazy. I can’t just—”
 
Preeti stopped her mid-sentence. She leaned forward, cupped Simran’s face gently with both hands, and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a slow, lingering kiss — warm, intimate, and persuasive. When she pulled back, she whispered against Simran’s lips:
“Please.”
 
Simran’s heart was pounding. She stared at Preeti for a long second, then let out a defeated, embarrassed laugh.
 
“Okay… fine. Now get the fuck out. Ass.”
 
Preeti grinned triumphantly. Both of them raised their glasses and did bottoms up, finishing the last of their vodka-orange in one go. The alcohol burned pleasantly down their throats.
 
They stood up, still laughing and teasing each other as they walked downstairs together. Bhola, hearing them, came out from the kitchen to see them off. He was still wearing the slightly damp T-shirt and pants from earlier, the heavy outline of his thick cock faintly visible even in its softer state.
 
Preeti glanced at it again as they reached the door. Simran noticed and felt another sharp pang of possessiveness mixed with strange excitement.
 
Bhola opened the main door and stepped outside with an umbrella to show light for Preeti to reach her car in the light drizzle.
 
Preeti turned to him with a sweet smile.
 
“Okay bye, Bhola. Thank you for the snacks.”
 
Then she looked back at Simran and gave her a quick, naughty wink — full of mischief and promise.
 
“Drive safe,” Simran called out.
 
Preeti waved, started the engine, and drove away into the wet night.
 
Simran stood at the door for a moment, watching the taillights disappear, her mind racing with everything that had just been said — and everything she still hadn’t confessed.
 
The night was far from over.

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Next update will take some time. I have some personal work to finish. However, it will be ready as soon as possible. Simran is ready to cross all boundaries. What happens in such situations. I need some time for inspiration so that it can be played as near as possible to reality. Please do drop your comments about your experiences in stories or in real life. It will help me take hints for multiple aspects.

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Thanks for the feedback you all are giving. I must tell you all, usually i read the completed stories because then i dont feel the closure and unless that happens I feel uncomfortable and hence usually skip the unfinished ones. But you guys have been a big motivation for me to write this. It feels good that there are quite a few who are with me in this while i am writing it. Only thing i am probably making fool of is the woman's perspective. I have zero idea if what I am writing appeals to the fairer sex or not. Anyways, thanks for the feedbacks. Keep them coming.

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As i have mentioned before as I always do, unless something happens to me, this story will reach its conclusion. As already mentioned, i dont like reading incomplete stories, and i thank you all for being with me while i write in installments. Coming to the point here. The next update will take some time. I am busy with some deadlines and it has to be reached. Writing takes me completely off track. Unless i am able to attain moksha while reading why the hell would anyone else. So it has to be extremely appealing to me to write it and publish it. So kindly understand and post images and what not till then if you can. I will be back with the update around after two weeks at least. Kindly dont abuse me for this.  Its beyond my power.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Apologies. Some lifestyle changes happened. This weekend if the update doesn't come, i deserve downvotes from you all. I know how awkward it is to wwit for episodes. For a few days i also had writer's block. So i started reading to get motivation and ideas. Apologies again. This weekend.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Update will be ready by evening. From next time i wont commit here. It seemed liked whole thing came down on me just to stop me from writing. Fever, cough, myself, family members, fuck, since yesterday 100% of family members are on antibiotics. Wtf is going on with Delhi weather idk. Anyways. I had quite a number of AI gen images and videos, but let's see. Hopefully i will finish all by evening and give you guys something.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Chapter 4

 
 
Simran closed the main door after Preeti drove away, the cool, rain-scented breeze brushing against her skin. She stood there for a moment, hand still on the doorknob, trying to steady the whirlwind in her mind. The conversation with Preeti had left her shaken; the casual suggestion of using Bhola as a breeding bull, the teasing about his size, the weight of secrets she was still hiding.
 
Bhola appeared quietly from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.
 
“Bhabhi, should I lay the table for dinner?”
“Bhbahi, kya main dinner laga du?”
 
Simran turned to him, forcing a small, tired smile.
 
“Nehi, Bhola… abhi mujhe sach mein bhukh nahi hai. Lagta hai bas so jaaun.”
“No, Bhola… I’m not really hungry right now. I think I just need to sleep.”
 
Bhola nodded without question, his expression soft and understanding.
 
“Koi baat nahi, Bhabhi. Aapko kuch bhi chahiye to bas mujhe bula lijiye. Main yahin hoon.”
“No problem, Bhabhi. If you need anything at all, just call me. I’ll be right here.”
 
Simran gave him a small nod and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. The house felt strangely quiet and heavy. It was almost 9:30 PM. She changed into something simple and comfortable; a loose white T-shirt that hung softly over her heavy breasts and a pair of loose grey shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. The fabric brushed teasingly against her still-sensitive nipples with every movement.
 
She didn’t go to bed immediately. Instead, she stepped out onto the balcony, leaving the lights off. The night air was cool and damp from the rain, carrying the fresh scent of wet earth and flowers. A gentle wind played with her hair. She pulled one of the balcony chairs closer, stretched her long, smooth legs onto another chair, and settled back.
 
In the soft darkness, she made herself another drink; a strong vodka with orange juice. The glass felt cold in her hand as she took a slow sip, letting the alcohol warm her from within.
 
Her mind was racing.
 
Things are moving too fast… way too fast.
 
She kept replaying everything; Bhola’s massive cock in her mouth, the thick taste of his cum, Preeti’s shocking proposal, the way her own body betrayed her again and again. She was terrified of the scandal that could explode if any of this ever came out. Ravi finding out. The neighbours talking. The entire social circle whispering. Her perfect, carefully built life crumbling because she couldn’t control her hunger.
 
Down below, the garden looked peaceful. A single beautiful tree stood in the center, surrounded by flower beds. Soft, downward-facing lights illuminated the blooms, casting a gentle, soothing glow that made the colors shimmer faintly in the darkness. The distant horizon flickered with occasional thunder, silent lightning flashing far away like a warning she couldn’t quite read.
 
Simran took another long sip. Her shorts had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her smooth, creamy thighs. She looked every bit the beautiful, conflicted woman she was; sexy, vulnerable, and dangerously aroused even in her worry.
 
She closed her eyes, letting the cool wind kiss her skin, trying to make sense of the storm inside her.
 
The night was quiet.
 
But her thoughts were anything but.
 
She took a long, slow sip and let the alcohol burn down her throat.
 
How did it all come to this?
 
It started on that one fateful, stormy day. If she hadn’t asked Bhola for help with the breast pump stuck on her right tit… if he hadn’t leaned in and used his mouth to dislodge it… none of this would be happening right now. She would still be the same Simran; the dutiful wife, struggling with her overproduction of milk, using the pump in secret, suffering in silence. But the moment his warm mouth had latched onto her nipple and sucked that first powerful pull, everything changed.
 
She smiled to herself in the darkness, a small, filthy little smile.
 
He sucks so nicely…
 
At the beginning he was so careful, so gentle; slow, respectful sucks, almost reverent, like he was afraid to hurt her. But lately? Lately he’s become like an animal. The way he attacks her tits now; greedy, hungry, sucking so hard that her whole breast stretches into his mouth, milk spraying against the back of his throat while he moans like he can’t get enough. The thought made her pussy twitch hard between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and smiled again, biting her lower lip.
 
God, I like him like that… I like when he loses control and sucks me like he owns me.
 
But that was nothing compared to what had happened since.
 
She was now sucking his cock. Her servant’s cock. She had taken that massive, thick monster into her mouth twice already and swallowed his cum like a desperate whore. The memory made her shiver. How could one man produce so much? It was thick, heavy, almost creamy, and the taste; salty-sweet, musky, addictive. She could still feel it coating her throat, the way it overflowed from her lips and ran down her chin onto her tits while she tried to gulp it all down.
 
Is his dick even real?
 
She laughed softly to herself in the dark, the sound low and husky.
 
Or is something attached to his groin that just happens to look like a cock?
 
It was so thick, so long, so veiny; like a living weapon made for ruining women. Even when it was soft it hung heavy and impressive. When it got hard… it stood up like a thick, dark pole, pointing straight up, demanding attention. She remembered how it had looked when she was on her knees; longer than her face, thicker than her wrist, the fat head glistening, the heavy balls swinging below. It was intoxicating. Addictive. Dangerous.
 
Another soft laugh escaped her as she took another sip.
 
And the hottest part? He stood right in front of me with that monster out while I was talking to Ravi on the phone.
 
The memory made her pussy clench again.
 
I was speaking to my husband, trying to sound normal, while my servant’s huge, hard cock was inches from my face, dripping precum, waiting for my mouth. What kind of woman does that? What kind of wife am I becoming?
 
She shifted in the chair, feeling the wetness between her legs growing again.
 
And now Preeti.
 
Preeti, who had only heard the description, was already losing her mind over it. She wanted a piece of that monster too. She wanted Bhola to fuck her, to breed her, to fill her with that same thick cum Simran had already swallowed twice. Preeti hadn’t even seen it yet, and she was ready to beg for it.
 
Simran let out a long, shaky breath and stared into the dark garden below.
 
How the hell do I take a picture of it and send it to her? Do I just walk up to him, pull his pants down, and snap a photo while he’s hard? Or do I wait until he’s sucking my tits and take it then? This is insane. This whole thing is insane.
 
She closed her eyes, the cool wind brushing over her skin, her nipples stiff against the thin T-shirt.
 
The thoughts kept swirling; guilt, fear, shame, and underneath it all, a deep, dark excitement she couldn’t deny.
 
Everything was moving too fast.
 
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop it anymore.

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[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The distant thunder rumbled again, far away on the horizon, like a warning she was choosing to ignore.
 
Simran was still sitting on the balcony chair, legs stretched out, the cool night breeze brushing over her skin, when her phone lit up and started ringing.
 
It was Ravi.
 
She took a deep breath, forced a soft smile onto her face, and answered.
 
“Hello, Ravi,” she said warmly, trying to sound normal.
 
“Hey, baby,” Ravi’s voice came through, sounding tired but happy. “I’ve been trying to call since I landed. How are you? Everything okay there?”
 
Simran leaned back in the chair, looking out at the dark garden.
 
“I’m fine… just sitting on the balcony. The rain finally stopped, but it’s still a bit chilly.
 
How was your day? How did the project meeting go?”
 
Ravi let out a long, satisfied sigh.
 
“It went really well, actually. This is a very huge company, Simran. They have offices in almost every major city and their gaming and digital magazine platforms are massive. The team I met today was impressed with our AI integration ideas. They want to move fast; we’re talking about a potential multi-year contract here. I spent the whole day in back-to-back meetings. It was exhausting but exciting.”
Simran smiled, genuinely happy for him.
 
“That sounds amazing. I’m so proud of you. Did you get a chance to meet Jasleen and Rajiv yet?”
 
Ravi chuckled softly.
 
“Not yet. My flight was in the evening, so I didn’t get any free time today. But tomorrow I should have a few hours in the afternoon. I’ll try to meet them then. I don’t want them to feel bad that I came to Bangalore and didn’t see them.”
 
Simran nodded even though he couldn’t see her.
 
“Yes, please do. They’ll be really happy to see you. So… did you have dinner? What did you eat?”
 
“I had something light at the hotel; just some dal, rice, and roti. Nothing special. How about you? Did you eat properly? I know you skip meals when I’m not around.”
 
Simran laughed lightly, hiding the truth.
 
“I had some snacks with Preeti earlier. She came over in the evening. We sat and talked for a long time. It was nice. I’m not very hungry now, so I think I’ll just go to sleep soon.”
 
Ravi’s voice softened.
 
“Preeti came? That’s good. You must have had a nice time catching up. Okay, baby, you rest. I’ll call you tomorrow morning before my meeting. Love you.”
 
“Love you too,” Simran replied, her voice warm but carrying a slight edge of guilt.
 
“Come back soon.”
 
She ended the call and let the phone rest in her lap for a moment. The conversation had been normal, loving, exactly like any other night when Ravi was away. Yet inside her chest, everything felt completely different now.
 
Simran stayed on the balcony for a long time after the call with Ravi ended. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth from the garden below. She finished her drink slowly, the ice clinking softly in the glass as her mind replayed everything; Bhola’s thick cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, Preeti’s shocking proposal, the weight of all the secrets she was carrying.
 
She felt exhausted. Overwhelmed. The thoughts were too heavy, too fast, too dangerous. She couldn’t process them anymore tonight.
 
Enough, she thought. I need to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll think clearly.
 
She stood up, left the empty glass on the table, and walked back inside. She changed into her comfortable nightwear; a soft, oversized T-shirt and loose shorts; and slipped under the covers. The moment her head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled her under. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body finally demanding rest after the emotional and physical intensity of the day.
 
Downstairs in his small room, Bhola also went to bed early. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking about Simran. He had expected her to call him for milking before she slept, but she hadn’t. He felt a small pang of disappointment, but quickly pushed it away.
 
She must be tired, he thought. She’ll call me tomorrow if she needs me.
 
He turned onto his side and fell asleep quickly, his mind peaceful and simple as always.
 
Simran woke up the next day feeling restless. The events of yesterday refused to leave her mind. Preeti’s words kept echoing; the suggestion, the casual way she had spoken about using Bhola, the way it had planted dangerous seeds in Simran’s already confused head.
 
She couldn’t sit with it alone anymore.
 
After a quick breakfast, she told Bhola she was going out for some work. She changed into a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight to Preeti’s chamber.
 
Preeti was surprised but happy when Simran walked into her consultation room unannounced. She stood up from her desk with a warm smile.
 
“Simran? Everything alright? You look like you haven’t slept properly.”
 
Simran gave a tired smile and sat down on the chair opposite her.
 
“I need to talk. Do you have any drink here?”
 
Preeti laughed softly, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Babe, it’s 10 in the morning and we’re sitting in my chamber. What’s going on with you?”
 
Simran leaned back, rubbing her temple.
 
“Nothing… I’m just a hell lot confused with my life right now.”
 
Preeti studied her friend for a moment, then nodded understandingly.
 
“Okay, fine. I don’t have any OPD today luckily. Let’s go to The Guzzlers; that famous pub nearby. We can talk properly there.”
 
Simran agreed immediately. They drove together in Simran’s car. The drive was quiet and uneventful, both of them lost in their own thoughts as the city passed by.
 
The pub was dimly lit and almost empty at this hour. They chose a quiet corner booth. After ordering two gin and tonics, they settled in.
 
Simran took a sip and looked at Preeti.
 
“Do you remember what you said last night?”
 
Preeti took a slow sip, then nodded.
 
“Yes.”
 
Simran stared at her drink for a second before continuing.
 
“Do you know how absurd it is?”
 
Preeti gave a small smile.
 
“Yes.”

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Simran’s voice rose slightly with frustration and confusion.
 
“Well?”
 
Preeti raised an eyebrow, calm and direct.
 
“Well what?”
 
Simran leaned forward, voice strained.
 
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
 
Preeti looked at her seriously for a long moment, then spoke softly but firmly.
 
“What do you want to do?”
 
Simran let out a long, tired breath and sank back into her seat.
 
“I don’t know, Preeti. You really made me think about something I was not thinking about at all. Now it’s stuck in my head. Everything feels… complicated.”
 
Preeti reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand.
 
“I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to decide anything right now. Just… breathe. We’ll figure it out together.”
 
The two friends sat in heavy but comforting silence, the ice clinking softly in their glasses as the weight of their secrets and choices hung between them.
 
The pub was quiet at this hour, with only a few early patrons scattered around. Simran and Preeti sat in a private corner booth, their gin and tonics already half-finished. The cool, dimly lit atmosphere felt intimate, almost confessional. Simran stared into her glass, swirling the ice with her straw, her face tight with anxiety.
 
Preeti watched her for a moment before speaking gently.
 
“Simmu… you look like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Talk to me.”
 
Simran took a deep, shaky breath and finally let it out.
 
“I am afraid to go back to my own house, Preeti. I feel completely out of control. So much has happened… things I can’t even explain to you properly. Every time I step inside, I feel like I’m walking into something I won’t be able to stop.”
 
Preeti reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
 
“Hey… breathe. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. From what you’ve told me, he just sucked your boobs and you had orgasms because of it; orgasms he didn’t even realise he was giving you. That’s a win-win situation, Simmu. You get relief, he gets to drink, nobody gets hurt.”
 
Simran’s eyes flashed with frustration. She cut her off sharply.
 
“Just stop, Preeti.”
 
She grabbed her glass and took a big, long sip, the gin burning down her throat. Preeti fell silent, studying her friend carefully. After a few seconds, she leaned in closer, her voice softer.
 
“What the hell is wrong here? Simran, I can see it on your face. You’re not just worried; you’re scared. Did something happen? Something more than the sucking?”
 
Simran didn’t answer immediately. Preeti waited, then continued in a calm, reassuring tone.
 
“Listen, Simmu. I want you to understand something. Bhola is not some random tom, dick and harry you meet on the roadside. He is somebody who is near to you. He lives in your house. He takes care of you and the house every single day. He is loyal. And over and above that… yes, his dick is a monster. Yesterday I was not joking when I said I want to be impregnated by that. But to make that happen, you have to help me.”
 
Simran looked at her with wide, conflicted eyes.
 
“That help will ruin me, Preeti.”
 
Preeti shook her head gently but firmly.
 
“Simmu, it won’t ruin you. Instead, it will fulfill you. Tell me; what is the problem in making him impregnate you as well? Ravi? But why to include Ravi in all this?”
 
Simran stared at her, stunned.
 
“What do you mean? How can I do all this without telling Ravi?”
 
Preeti leaned even closer, her voice low and persuasive.
 
“Because this is not about romance or cheating in the usual sense. This is a medical and biological need. Your body is producing milk like crazy. You need relief. You need someone who can empty you properly without judgment. And for me… I need a baby. A healthy, strong baby. Bhola can give us both what we need. Ravi doesn’t have to know. You can keep living your life exactly as it is; loving wife, perfect marriage; while getting what your body is screaming for. Women have been doing this for centuries. Nature doesn’t care about marriage certificates. It cares about healthy offspring and satisfied bodies.”
 
Simran looked down at her glass, her mind reeling. Preeti continued, her tone soft but relentless.
 
“You already let him suck your breasts every day. You already crossed that line. The next logical step is to let him fuck you. Let him fill you. Let him give you what Ravi can’t right now. And while he’s doing that for you… he can do the same for me. We can plan it carefully. Discreetly. Safely. No one needs to know.”
 
Simran’s voice came out small and broken.
 
“Preeti… I just… I don’t know how to process this. It’s too much.”
 
Preeti squeezed her hand again, her eyes full of understanding and quiet determination.
 
“I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to decide everything today. Just… think about it. Think about how good it feels when he sucks you. Think about how much better it could feel if he went further. Think about how much I need this. And think about how much you need this too.”
 
The two friends sat in heavy silence, the ice clinking softly in their glasses as the weight of Preeti’s words settled over them.
 
The gin and tonics were starting to loosen their tongues. Preeti leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her eyes locked on Simran with gentle but insistent curiosity.
 
“Simran… tell me one thing honestly. Do you like it when Bhola sucks you?”
 
Simran looked down at her glass, her cheeks warming. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
 
Preeti wasn’t satisfied.
 
“No nodding. Tell me clearly.”
 
Simran took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Yes.”
 
Preeti’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
 
“Good. Now tell me this; do you think you will love that cock as much as I am crazy about it right now? I know you haven’t seen it fully, but still… be honest.”
 
Simran gave her a poker face; completely blank, almost defensive. She didn’t answer immediately.
 
Preeti studied her for a few seconds, trying to read through the silence.
 
“Simmu, I don’t understand. Would you like it or not? Be straight with me.”
 
Simran finally looked up, her eyes conflicted, voice low and strained.
 
“That’s the reason, Preeti… why I don’t want to go home right now.”

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Preeti frowned slightly, confused.
 
“What do you mean?”
 
Simran swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her glass.
 
“I don’t think I can control myself around him anymore.”
 
Preeti’s eyebrows rose.
 
“Why not? Oh… during sucking his dick gets hard? I understand. That must be difficult to ignore.”
 
Simran shook her head slowly, her voice dropping even lower.
 
“No… it’s more than that.”
 
Preeti waited, sensing there was something bigger.
 
Simran took a shaky breath and finally admitted it.
 
“I have seen it.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement.
 
“You’ve seen it? Like… properly?”
 
Simran nodded, her face burning.
 
“Yes. I have seen it. But I am afraid… I will not just stop at that when I see it next time. Especially after what you told me yesterday… about getting…...”
 
Preeti completed the sentence softly, almost reverently.
 
“….fucked by Bhola.”
 
The words hung heavy in the air between them. Simran looked away, her cheeks flushed, while Preeti watched her with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and dark fascination.
 
The conversation had crossed another line, and both women knew there was no going back now.
 
Preeti watched Simran carefully, her expression softening with understanding. She reached across the table and gently held her friend’s hand.
 
“Simran… I get it. I really do. Your predicament is complicated as hell. You’re stuck between what your body is screaming for and what your mind and marriage are telling you is right. I can’t tell you exactly what to do; nobody can. But I know one thing for sure: you deserve to enjoy your life the way you’re supposed to. You’re young, beautiful, and your body is going through something intense. You shouldn’t have to suffer in silence.”
 
Simran stared into her drink, biting her lip.
 
Preeti continued, her voice calm but firm.
 
“I understand the issue here. But can you not try to keep this from Ravi? Because if you tell him, he will definitely not understand your needs. Why would any man understand that his woman needs a bigger cock than his? It’s not about love; it’s biology. And going out looking for one is absurd and dangerous. But what if it’s right there, within your reach? Safe. Discreet. Already in your house. No man will ever accept this without feeling humiliated. That’s just how they are.”
 
Simran suddenly looked up, her voice shaky.
 
“Preeti… what if Bhola doesn’t want that?”
 
Preeti turned Simran gently toward the glass wall on the side of the bar, where their reflections were visible. She pointed at Simran’s own image.
 
“Look at that and tell me any man doesn’t want this. No man in this world can resist you, Simmu. Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re stunning. Your body is a fucking dream; those heavy tits, that ass, that face… Bhola is already obsessed with you. He’s sucking your boobs every day like a man in heaven. Trust me; if you give him the green signal, he won’t say no.”
 
Simran looked at her reflection for a second, then turned back, still conflicted.
 
“You are too much, Preeti… Okay, tell me this; what about STDs and AIDS and all that? How can I get fucked by two men and be fine with it?”
 
Preeti thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.
 
“We did the same precautions with Arjun also. It’s not that difficult. You just have to be clean; all three of you. Regular tests, protection if needed at first, hygiene. I will personally handle the tests. I won’t tell you to risk your life for this. I’m a doctor, remember? Your safety comes first.”
 
Simran stared at her drink, her voice barely a whisper.
 
“Preeti… I am still afraid. I don’t know what will happen.”
 
She gulped the rest of her drink in one go, the ice clinking loudly. She placed the empty glass down with a decisive thud.
 
“I need to go. I can’t discuss all this more right now. It’s too much.”
 
Preeti nodded understandingly, though a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
 
“No problem, Simmu. Just drive safe, okay? Take your time. Think about it. I’m here whenever you want to talk.”
 
Simran stood up, hugged Preeti tightly for a long moment, then walked out of the pub with heavy steps, her mind swirling with fear, guilt, desire, and confusion.
 
The weight of Preeti’s words followed her all the way to the car.
 
It was just past midday when Simran reached home. The drive back had been quiet, her mind still spinning from the conversation with Preeti. She felt tense, restless, and strangely hollow. The moment she stepped inside, the familiar scent of home-cooked food greeted her. Bhola was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove.
 
He turned around as soon as he heard her footsteps, his face lighting up with that same gentle, respectful smile.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aa gayi. Sab theek hai? Aapne breakfast bhi nahi kiya tha. Kuch khana hai abhi?”
“Bhabhi… you are back. Is everything ok? You didn’t even have breakfast. Would you like to eat anything now?”
 
Simran gave him a small, tired smile and shook her head.
 
“Nehi, Bhola… main directly lunch hi khaungi.”
“No, Bhola… I’ll have lunch directly.”
 
Bhola nodded without pressing further.
 
“Ji Bhabhi. Main bana raha hoon. Jaise hi ready ho, bata dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi. I’m making it. As soon as it’s ready, I’ll tell you.”
 
Simran murmured a soft thanks and went upstairs. She took a long, warm bath, letting the water wash away some of the tension clinging to her skin. After drying herself, she chose something simple and comfortable; a loose, soft white T-shirt that hung loosely over her heavy breasts and a pair of loose grey capri pants that clung gently to her thick thighs and round ass. No bra. The thin fabric of the T-shirt did nothing to hide the natural sway and bounce of her breasts, and her dark nipples were faintly visible whenever the cloth shifted. No matter what she wore, her figure made everything look sinful; the deep cleavage, the soft curve of her waist, the generous swell of her hips and ass. She looked effortlessly, dangerously sexy.
 
She dried her hair, letting it fall in loose, silky waves, then came downstairs and settled on the sofa near the TV. She flipped through channels absentmindedly, not really watching anything.
 
Lunch was uneventful. She ate quietly at the dining table. Bhola served her with his usual care, but Simran’s mind was elsewhere. She barely tasted the food.

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After lunch, as she sat back on the sofa trying to relax, Bhola came over. Without hesitation, he leaned down, slipped both hands under her loose T-shirt, and cupped her heavy breasts. He lifted them slightly, squeezing gently to check their fullness.
 
“Bhabhi… ye toh bahut full ho gayi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “Kal raat se aapne doodh nahi chuswaya… bahut dard ho raha hoga aapko.”
“Bhabhi… these have become so full,” he said softly, almost concerned. “You didn’t get the milk sucked out since last night… it must be hurting a lot.”
 
Simran’s breath caught at the casual way he handled her tits; like they belonged to him to check and care for. She looked at him for a long second, then spoke quietly but firmly.
 
“Bhola… yahan pehle baitho. Mujhe tumse baat karni hai.”
“Bhola… sit here first. I need to talk to you.”
 
Bhola immediately released her breasts, letting them settle back under the T-shirt with a soft jiggle. He sat down on the sofa beside her, looking at her with calm, attentive eyes, waiting for whatever she wanted to say.
 
The air between them felt thick with unspoken tension. Simran’s heart was beating faster as she tried to find the right words to begin.
 
Bhola pulled a low stool and sat near the sofa, looking up at Simran attentively. Simran folded her knees and sat properly on the sofa, facing him. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… tum itne din se meri madad kar rahe ho. Main bahut shukraguzar hoon tumhara… ki tum itna khayal rakh rahe ho mera. Lekin tumhe… ”
“Bhola… you have been helping me for so many days. I am really very grateful to you… that you are taking such good care of me. But you…”
 
Before she could finish, Bhola’s eyes dropped to her chest. The loose white T-shirt already had two growing wet spots over her nipples.
 
“Bhabhi… aap phir se leak kar rahi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Aapki T-shirt phir se geeli ho rahi hai.”
“Bhabhi… you are leaking again,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Your T-shirt is getting wet again.”
 
Without waiting for a proper answer, Bhola moved closer. Simran’s legs parted involuntarily as he knelt between them. He gently lifted the hem of her T-shirt, exposing one full, heavy breast. The pink nipple was already leaking, a thick white drop rolling down the curve. Bhola leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking with a long, slow pull.
 
Simran gasped sharply, her back arching a little.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
The warm, wet suction sent an immediate jolt through her body. She instinctively pushed his face away gently, breathing fast.
 
“Bhola… aise nahi… tum yahan let jao… meri godi mein… warna baat karna mushkil ho jayega.”
“Bhola… not like this… you lie down here… in my lap… otherwise it will be difficult to talk.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently. He shifted and lay down on the sofa, placing his head comfortably on her soft lap. Simran adjusted herself, and he lifted the T-shirt again, exposing both breasts now. He took her left nipple into his mouth and started sucking; this time with strong, hungry pulls.
 
Simran moaned, her hand instinctively going to the back of his head.
 
“Bhola… dheere… itna zor se mat kheecho… concentration nahi ho rahi hai…”
“Bhola… slowly… don’t pull so hard… I can’t concentrate…”
 
Bhola released the nipple for a second, milk dripping from his lips.
 
“Bhabhi… aap baat karte raho. Main dheere dheere choosunga.”
“Bhabhi… you keep talking. I’ll suck slowly.”
 
He latched on again, this time sucking with slower, deeper pulls; long, rhythmic suctions that made wet, soft sounds. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he drank from her. Simran tried to focus, her fingers gently stroking his hair while her breast was being emptied.
 
The position was incredibly intimate; Bhola lying with his head in her lap, mouth latched onto her tit, drinking her milk like it was the most natural thing in the world, while Simran struggled to find the right words to continue their serious conversation.
 
Simran tried to keep her voice steady even as Bhola’s warm mouth worked on her breast. She stroked his hair gently while speaking.
 
“Bhola… abhi toh Ravi ghar pe nahi hai, isliye hum aise kar sakte hain. Lekin jab woh wapas aayenge, tumhe bahut careful rehna padega. Tum jab chahe mere boobs pakad ke check nahi kar sakte. Samajh gaye?”
“Bhola… right now Ravi is not at home, that’s why we can do it like this. But when he comes back, you’ll have to be very careful. You can’t just grab my boobs and check whenever you want. Understood?”
 
Bhola responded by sucking harder on her nipple; a long, powerful pull that made milk jet into his mouth. Simran gasped sharply, her back arching.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola!”
 
She smiled despite herself, her fingers tightening in his hair.
 
“Aur haan… jab ghar mein sirf hum dono ho, tab tum sirf pant pehen sakte ho. Underwear mat pehna karo. Mujhe nahi chahiye ki tum takleef mein raho… aur main bhi nahi chahti ki tumhara woh… mujhe hurt kare.”
“And yes… when only the two of us are at home, then you can wear only pants. Don’t wear underwear. I don’t want you to be in trouble… and I also don’t want that thing of yours… to hurt me.”
 
Saying that, she reached down with her right hand and lightly pushed his heavy, soft cock with her index finger. The thick log twitched and flicked upward in response, already starting to thicken again.
 
Simran chuckled softly, a low, husky sound.
 
“Dekho… ye bhi sun raha hai meri baat.”
“Look… even this is listening to me.”
 
Bhola moaned around her nipple but kept sucking slowly. Simran continued, her voice turning a little more serious.
 
“Aur haan… tumhe samajhna padega ki meri boobs kab full ho jaati hain. Tumhe time nikal ke mera doodh peena padega… lekin chhup chhup ke. Jab Ravi ghar pe ho toh bahut dhyan rakhna padega.”
“And yes… you’ll have to understand when my boobs get full. You’ll have to take out time and drink my milk… but secretly. When Ravi is at home, you’ll have to be very careful.”
 
While speaking, Simran’s mind wandered into darker territory.
 
How do I even use this dick? It’s right here… so close… so fucking huge. It would be so easy to just tell him to fuck me right now. Spread my legs and let him push that monster inside me. But no… not yet. That would be crossing a line I might never come back from.
 
She chuckled quietly at her own filthy thoughts.
 
In the meantime, Bhola had started sucking at a faster pace, his cheeks hollowing with greedy pulls. Milk was flowing freely now, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth and running down her breast.
 
Simran tapped his head lightly.
 
“Bhola… dheere… aur mera share mat bhoolna.”
“Bhola… slowly… and don’t forget my share.”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast, nipple still in his mouth. He sucked long and deep, gathering a big mouthful of warm milk. Then he lifted his head, leaned up, and pressed his lips to hers.
 
Simran bent down willingly and opened her mouth. He pushed the thick, creamy milk onto her tongue in a deep, wet smooch. Their tongues met immediately, sliding against each other as she swallowed her own milk mixed with his spit. The kiss lingered longer than necessary; tongues dancing, lips sucking, breaths mingling. Milk and saliva dripped messily between them.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

They did this several times; Bhola sucking long and hard from her tits, gathering milk, then feeding it to her with increasingly filthy kisses. Each kiss lasted longer, with more tongue, more hunger. Simran’s hand stayed on the back of his head, pulling him closer as the kisses turned from simple milk transactions into something much more passionate.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock was growing enormously huge again. The thick shaft had lifted fully, standing proud and angry, veins bulging, the fat head leaking fresh precum in heavy drops.
 
Simran kept kissing him, moaning softly into his mouth, completely lost in the filthy, intimate act while her servant drank from her breasts and fed her back her own milk.
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, kissing, and soft, needy moans.
 
Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to the massive bulge in Bhola’s pants. It was growing rapidly, the thick outline pushing obscenely against the fabric, the fat head clearly visible as it strained upward. She tried to pull his pants down with one hand while he was still latched onto her breast, but the angle was awkward and the pants were tight.
 
“Bhola… jaldi se pant utaar do,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “Main time waste nahi karna chahti baad mein. Dekho… ye phir se itna bada ho gaya hai.”
“Bhola… quickly take off your pants,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “I don’t want to waste time later. Look… it has become so big again.”
 
Bhola released her nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping from his lips. He stood up obediently in front of her. Simran realized he was waiting for her to do it herself. She smiled up at him, a naughty, hungry smile.
 
“Accha… main hi utaar deti hoon.”
“Okay… I’ll take it off myself.”
 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down. The moment the fabric cleared his hips, his enormous cock sprang out like a wild animal; thick, dark, and rock-hard, swinging heavily before standing tall and proud. The fat purple head was already leaking a thick bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
 
Simran couldn’t control herself. She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the sensitive head.
 
“Mwahhh…”
 
The cock twitched violently and swelled even more at the contact. She pulled back slightly, licking her lips.
 
“Abhi haath se hi… Wapis let jao aur chuso dubara.”
“For now, just with my hand… Lie down again and suck them once more.”
 
Bhola lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her soft lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right breast, sucking with long, hungry pulls. Simran moaned softly and wrapped her right hand around his massive, throbbing lund. She started stroking it slowly from base to head, her small hand barely able to wrap around the girth.
 
“Bhola… ye itna mota aur sakht kaise ho jata hai har baar?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “Kya khilata hai isko? Itna bada lund… itna garam… itna veiny…”
“Bhola… how does it become so thick and hard every time?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “What do you feed it? Such a big cock… so hot… so veiny…”
 
Bhola moaned against her tit, sucking harder, taking more of the soft flesh into his mouth. Simran squeaked, her body jerking.
 
“Dheere… dheere Bhola… jaanwar mat bano… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan ….ahhhhh?”
“Slowly… slowly Bhola… don’t become an animal… aaahhh… my boobs ….ahhhhh?”
 
Bhola slowed down a little, but his sucking was still strong and greedy. He pulled off the nipple for a second, gathered a big mouthful of milk, and looked up at her. Simran understood instantly. She bent down, opened her mouth, and they locked into a deep, messy smooch. He pushed the warm milk into her mouth as their tongues tangled wetly.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, swallowing her own milk while her right hand kept stroking his huge, thick rod; up and down, twisting gently around the fat head.
 
Bhola’s left hand moved to her right tit, squeezing it firmly, milk leaking between his fingers as he mauled the soft, heavy flesh. Simran moaned louder into his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The kiss grew filthier; tongues fucking each other, spit and milk mixing messily, dripping down their chins.
 
They broke the kiss only for Bhola to latch back onto her tit, sucking hard again. Simran kept stroking his monster cock with long, slow strokes, her hand getting slick with his leaking precum.
 
“Bhola… tumhara lund itna bada hai… mera haath chhota pad raha hai iske liye… phir bhi main ise chod nahi sakti… aaahhh… choos le… pi le mera doodh…”
“Bhola… your cock is so big… my hand is feeling too small for it… still I can’t let it go… aaahhh… suck… drink my milk…”
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, stroking, and their shared, hungry moans. Bhola’s cock throbbed powerfully in her hand, growing even thicker as she pumped it, while he drank greedily from her leaking breasts.
 
Neither of them wanted this moment to end.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the deep, milky kiss with a wet pop, strings of spit and milk still connecting their lips. He looked up at Simran with that innocent yet hungry expression, his mouth shiny.
 
“Bhabhi… aapne kal kaha tha na… jo ladki mujhse shaadi karegi wo unlucky bhi hogi kyunki mera lund itna bada hai ki uski choot phat jayegi. Lekin… bachche toh choot se hi nikalte hain na? Toh problem kya hai?”
“Bhabhi… you said yesterday na… the girl who marries me will also be unlucky because my cock is so big that her pussy will tear. But… babies come out from the pussy only, right? So what’s the problem?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened. She pushed his face away from her tits lightly, breathing hard.
 
“Bhola… shut up! Apna kaam karo… choos rahe ho toh chooso.”
“Bhola… shut up! Do your work… if you’re sucking then suck.”
 
But Bhola didn’t move. He stayed with his head on her lap, looking up at her with genuine curiosity, his massive cock throbbing in her hand.
 
“Bolo na Bhabhi… batao.”
 
Simran sighed, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She reluctantly answered, her voice low.
 
“Haan… bachche nikalte hain choot se. Lekin tumhara lund itna mota aur lamba hai ki pehli baar mein bahut dard hoga… bahut mushkil se andar jayega. Pussy ko time lagega adjust hone mein.”
“Yes… babies come out from there. But your cock is so thick and long that the first time it will hurt a lot… it will go in with great difficulty. The pussy will take time to adjust.”
Bhola tilted his head, still lying comfortably on her lap.
 
“Toh phir problem kya hai? Agar baby nikal sakta hai toh mera lund kyun nahi ja sakta?”
“So then what’s the problem? If a baby can come out, then why can’t my cock go in?”
 
Simran let out a soft, embarrassed laugh and lightly slapped his chest.
 
“Bhola… tum bahut shameless ho gaye ho. Haan… dard toh hoga shuru mein… lekin dheere dheere pussy adjust ho jayegi. Lekin tumhe bahut careful rehna padega… jaldi mat karna, warna ladki ko chot lag jayegi.”
“Bhola… you have become very shameless. Yes… it will hurt in the beginning… but slowly the pussy will adjust. But you’ll have to be very careful… don’t do it fast, otherwise the girl will get hurt.”
 
She paused, then added with a small, almost sad smile.
 
“Lekin jab tum shaadi kar loge… tab mujhe bhool jaoge na?”
“But when you get married… then you will forget me, right?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola sat up slowly, his huge, rock-hard cock standing proudly between them. He looked straight into her eyes with surprising sincerity.
 
“Kaise bhool sakta hoon main aapko, Bhabhi? Meri zindagi… mera yeh lund… sab aapka hai. Aap jo chahe kar sakti hain iske saath.”
“How can I forget you, Bhabhi? My life… this cock of mine… everything is yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
 
He pointed at his massive, veiny cock, the fat head still glistening.
 
“Yeh lund… yeh aapka hai, Bhabhi. Agar aap ise choosna chahti hain toh main kisi ke saamne bhi pant utaar dunga aur aapko choosne dunga. Aur agar aap ise apni choot mein chahti hain… toh woh bhi aapka hai. Main kabhi mana nahi karunga.”
“This cock… this is yours, Bhabhi. If you want to suck it, I’ll take off my pants in front of anyone and let you suck it. And if you want it in your pussy… that is also yours. I will never refuse.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in genuine surprise when he so casually mentioned her choot. Her pussy clenched hard at his words.
 
“Bhola… badmash…”
 
She couldn’t resist anymore. She grabbed the back of his thighs with both hands and pulled him closer, yanking his hips toward her face. His enormous cock slapped heavily against her cheek before she guided the fat head to her lips.
 
She opened her mouth wide and took the swollen head inside with a hungry “Ummmmhhhh…” sound. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip, tasting the sweet-salty mix of precum.
 
Bhola groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on her head.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut achha lag raha hai… aapka muh itna garam hai…”
“Bhabhi… it feels so good… your mouth is so hot…”
 
Simran moaned around his cock, sucking with wet, filthy sounds; *slurp… gluck… mmmphhh*; while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fully take. Her heavy tits swayed with every bob of her head, still leaking milk from earlier.
 
The living room was filled with the obscene sounds of her devoted sucking and Bhola’s low, satisfied groans.
 
Simran pulled her mouth off Bhola’s thick, throbbing cock with a wet *pop*. Thick strings of spit and precum connected her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. She gulped down the messy juices in her mouth, breathing heavily, and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… kya tum apne vaade ke baare mein sure ho? Ki main isko kabhi bhi choos sakti hoon… jab chahe?”
“Bhola… are you sure about your promise? That I can suck it anytime… whenever I want?”
 
Bhola looked down at her, his voice low and sincere.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapka hai. Aap iske saath jo chahe kar sakti hain. Jab chahe, jahan chahe.”
“Bhabhi… this is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. Whenever you want, wherever you want.”
 
Simran’s pussy clenched hard at his words. She wrapped both hands around the massive shaft again and started stroking it firmly while leaning in to suck the head at the same time. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip as she pumped the thick rod with both fists, massaging his heavy balls with her fingers.
 
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
She was sucking and stroking with pure hunger when she suddenly felt warm milk leaking from her own nipples in thin sprays. It was dripping down her breasts while she was busy worshipping his cock. The realization hit her; if this continued, who would empty her aching tits?
 
“Bhabhi, aaahhh…aap bahot achche se chusti to.”
“Bhabhi, aaahhh… you suck so well.”
 
She gathered all her courage, pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, and looked up at him. His huge, veiny monster rested against the right side of her face, the fat head brushing her cheek.
 
“Bhola… sirf main hi tumhe pleasure de rahi hoon. Phir mera kaun karega?”
“Bhola… I’m the only one giving you pleasure. Then who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola looked confused, breathing hard.
 
“Bhabhi… main samjha nahi.”
“Bhabhi… I didn’t understand.”
 
Simran licked the underside of his cock once more, then looked up again with pleading, horny eyes.
 
“Batao… mera kaun khayal rakhega?”
“Tell me… who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola finally understood. His voice was soft but full of devotion.
 
“Bhabhi… aap batao mujhe kya karna hai. Main sab kuch karunga.”
“Bhabhi… you tell me what to do. I will do everything.”
 
Simran’s heart raced. She looked straight into his eyes.
 
“Promise?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… promise.”
 
Simran smiled, a mix of nervousness and raw lust on her face.
 
“Accha… pehle yeh kaam khatam kar leti hoon.”
“Okay… let me finish this first.”
 
She dove back onto his cock with renewed hunger. She sucked hard and fast; loud, sloppy, desperate sounds filling the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck-gluck-gluck!”
 
Her head bobbed aggressively, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could while her hands pumped the rest and massaged his heavy balls. Within fifteen minutes, Bhola’s cock swelled impossibly thicker in her mouth. The veins bulged, the head pulsed against her tongue.
 
Simran knew he was close. She sucked even harder, moaning around the massive girth.
 
Bhola groaned loudly, his hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aaahhh… ahhhh…ahhhhh”
 
He exploded.
 
Wave after thick wave of hot, creamy cum flooded her mouth. Simran tried to swallow as fast as she could, but it was too much. Huge goblets of thick sperm hit the back of her throat with force, filling her mouth completely. She gulped noisily, but still plenty spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola jerked and grunted, emptying his heavy balls straight into her willing mouth. When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled off, gasping for air. Thick cum dripped from her lips and chin. She looked thoroughly used; face messy, tits leaking, eyes glassy with lust.
 
Bhola was panting, looking down at her with gratitude.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you… bahut bahut thank you.”
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathing hard, cum glistening on her lips.
 
“Pehle meri boobs se doodh pi lo… phir main bataungi kya karna hai.”
“First drink the milk from my boobs… then I’ll tell you what to do.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola immediately lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right nipple, sucking with long, strong pulls. Milk flowed freely into his mouth as Simran leaned back, stroking his hair, her body still humming from the intense blowjob she had just given him.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and cum.
 
And the real conversation; the dangerous one; was still waiting to happen.
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still glistening on her lips and chin. She was panting softly, her heavy breasts rising and falling, both nipples dark, wet, and swollen from his earlier sucking. Milk continued to leak in thin, steady streams down the curves of her tits.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He latched back onto her right breast with renewed hunger, sucking with deep, forceful pulls. His cheeks hollowed dramatically as he drew long mouthfuls of warm, sweet milk from her.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan phat jayengi…”
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… my boobs will tear…”
 
Bhola’s massive cock lay heavy and thick on his right thigh; even in its semi-soft state, it looked intimidating. The shaft was veiny, dark, and long, the fat head resting against his leg, still glistening with her spit and the last drops of his cum. Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to it. She felt a fresh wave of lust hit her. She wanted it back in her mouth; right now. But she resisted, biting her lower lip hard.
 
Bhola had become an expert with her breasts over the last few days. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy. He released the nipple for a second, gave it a soft, wet kiss, then extended his tongue and started flickering it rapidly; fast, teasing flicks that made the sensitive bud twitch and harden even more.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmm… aaahhh…!”
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every flick. The faster he moved his tongue, the more she squirmed on the sofa, her thighs pressing together tightly.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipple… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast and switched to the left nipple, repeating the same filthy routine; long, greedy sucks mixed with rapid tongue flicking. Simran’s moans filled the room.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmphhh… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh… main mar jaungi aise…!”
 
Every few minutes, Bhola would pause to catch his breath. The moment he lifted his head, Simran would plunge down and capture his mouth in a deep, hungry smooch. Their tongues would immediately tangle, tasting milk and cum mixed together. During these breaks, her right hand would reach down and wrap around his heavy cock again, stroking it slowly.
 
The monster began to awaken.
 
With every stroke of her hand, Bhola’s cock thickened and hardened rapidly. Within minutes, it stood fully erect again; thick, veiny, and angry, throbbing powerfully in her palm.
 
Bhola went back to her right breast, sucking with renewed force. He suddenly grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled it hard; stretching the sensitive peak while sucking the last drops of milk from her breast.
 
Simran screamed in pure ecstasy.
 
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
 
Her back arched sharply off the sofa, her fingers digging into his hair as her body trembled violently. Milk sprayed from her nipple even as he pulled it, and the sharp mix of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge.
 
Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, breathing heavily, his lips shiny with milk. Simran collapsed back against the sofa, panting, her body glowing with sweat and lust.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and raw desire.
 
Simran looked down at him, her eyes glassy, chest heaving.
 
“Bhola…” she whispered, voice hoarse.
 
“Ab… ab main tujhe bataungi kya karna hai…”
“Now… now I’ll tell you what to do…”
 
Simran was still breathing heavily after the intense blowjob she had just given him. Her lips were swollen, chin shiny with his cum, and her heavy breasts were leaking milk down her stomach. She looked at Bhola with dark, hungry eyes and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhola… mujhe apne room mein le chalo.”
“Bhola… take me to your room.”
 
Bhola didn’t ask any questions. The moment the words left her mouth, he stood up, completely naked, his massive cock still half-hard and heavy between his legs. Without any hesitation, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
 
Simran gasped as her body left the sofa. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Bhola carried her like she weighed nothing, walking naked through the living room toward his small room at the back of the house. His huge cock swung heavily with every step, the thick shaft slapping softly against his thigh. Simran could feel the heat radiating from it against her outer thigh.
 
When they reached his room, Simran whispered,
 
“Bed pe rakh do mujhe.”
“Put me on the bed.”
 
Bhola gently lowered her onto his bed. Simran sat up on her elbows, looking at him. His cock was already thickening again, standing proud and heavy.
 
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “tumhara lund itni jaldi phir se itna hard kaise ho gaya?”
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “how the hell are you hard again so soon?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly but proudly, his cock twitching visibly.
 
Simran bit her lip and continued,
 
“Ab yahan aa jaao.”
“Now come here”
 
Bhola climbed onto the bed and moved closer to her.
 
Simran looked straight into his eyes and spoke clearly.
 
“Jaise tumhe release ke baad achha lagta hai… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
“Just like you feel good after a release… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
 
Bhola looked at her seriously and nodded.
 
“Chinta mat kijiye, Bhabhi. Main aapko bhi maje dunga. Mujhe pata hai kaise pani nikalte hai.”
“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. I’ll give you pleasure too. I know how to make you cum.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
“Tumhe kaise pata?” she asked. “Tuhara koi girlfriend tha pehle?”
“How did you know?” she asked. “Did you have a girlfriend before?”
 
Bhola quickly shook his head.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aaj subah jab aap chali gayi thi, main bahut disturbed tha. Main soch raha tha ki main aapko kabhi bhi thik se enjoyment nahi de raha hoon. Isliye maine… kuch videos dekhe.”