Mera naam Lisha hai. Main 34 saal ki hu. Meri zindagi baahar se bilkul perfect thi. Mumbai ke sabse posh area mein sea-facing luxury apartment hai. Jahan se samundar dikhta hai. Pati ek top businessman, har cheez mein paisa hi paisa. Ghar mein maid, cook, driver sab kuch tha.
Mera beta 5 saal ka, school jaata tha. Caesarean delivery ki wajah se meri body wapas se college time jaisi ho gayi thi – chut ab bhi tight, bilkul narrow feel hoti thi. Figure 36-34-36, perfect curves. Gori chamdi, silky lambe baal, chehra itna khoobsurat ki party mein log mujhe hi dekhte reh jaate. Lekin mere boobs hi sabse badi attraction the – bade, heavy, round aur breastfeeding ke baad ab bhi doodh aata tha. Kabhi pressure badhta to milk leak ho jata. Blouse pe geela spot ban jaata, nipples hard ho kar outline dikhne lagte.
Par andar se main khaali thi. Pati raat ko late aate, thak kar so jaate. Sex bhi maheene mein ek baar, wo bhi jaldi khatam. Foreplay naam ki cheez nahi. Main mirror ke saamne khadi hoti aur sochti – itni sundar body, itne bade doodh waale boobs, aur koi properly enjoy nahi kar raha.
Hamare ghar ke ground floor pe ek alag portion rent pe diya tha. Wahan Mamuni rehti thi. 24-25 saal ki ladki, private firm mein job, subah 9 baje jaati, shaam 6-7 baje aati. Thodi brownish rangat, sharp nose, badi aankhein, figure slim-fit 32-28-30. Chhote pointed boobs, patli kamar, thodi rounded hips.
Wo simple kapde pehenti thi – salwar-kameez ya jeans-top – lekin body tight thi. Mujhse baat karti to sharma kar, lekin maine notice kiya ki uski nazar baar-baar mere boobs pe atak jaati thi. Hall mein TV dekhte waqt, kitchen mein chai banate hue, staircase pe milte waqt – aankhein wahin rukti thi.
Pehle main samjhi nahi, fir curiosity hui. Ek dopahar beta school gaya, pati office, ghar khali. Main kuch poochne Mamuni ke room ke paas gayi. Darwaza thoda khula tha. Maine andar jhanka aur dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.
Bed pe ek bada black strap-on pada tha – belt wala, 10 inch lamba, mota, veins wala design. Laptop on tha, video chal raha tha – do ladkiyan wild sex kar rahi thi. Ek doosri ke boobs zor se choos rahi thi, doodh nikal raha tha, doosri strap-on se tez-tez chod rahi thi.
Maine history check ki – almost saare videos lactating lesbians ke the, milk drinking, rough boob sucking, hard strap-on fucking.
Dil mein ek bijli si daud gayi. Samajh gayi – Mamuni lesbian thi aur usse doodh wali auraton ke boobs pe bahut craze tha. Raat ko bed pe leti sochti rahi. Kabhi lesbian experience nahi kiya tha, lekin excitement hone laga. Socha mera doodh to waise bhi waste ho raha tha, kyun na Mamuni ko offer karu?
Seduction dheere-dheere shuru kiya. Pehle normal baatein badhayi. Subah kitchen mein chai banate waqt, “Mamuni, tumhari skin kitni smooth hai, kya lagati ho?” Wo sharma kar boli, “Kuch nahi bhabhi.” Main uske paas khadi hui, low neck blouse, pallu thoda side. Cleavage dikha. Usne nazar neeche ki, lekin saans tez thi.
Ek shaam hall mein baithi thi. Mamuni aayi TV dekhne. Main uske bagal mein baith gayi, thoda paas. Tight blouse pehna tha, boobs ubhar rahe the. Jaan-bujh kar pallu girne diya, fir dheere se uthaya. Wo ghoor rahi thi. Maine poocha, “Kya hua Mamuni, itna kyun dekhti ho mujhe?” Wo laal ho gayi, “Kuch nahi bhabhi.” Main hasi, “Boyfriend nahi hai?” Wo boli, “Nahi bhabhi, main aisi nahi hu.” Main samajh gayi, smile karke kaha, “To fir kaisi ho?” Wo chup rahi.
Agla din dopahar. Ghar khali. Main uske room ke paas se guzri, darwaza khula. Wo change kar rahi thi, topless. Chhote tight boobs, pink nipples hard. Mujhe dekh kar sharma gayi, towel se cover kiya lekin dheere. Main smile karke chali gayi.
Ab thoda direct. Ek shaam bra nahi pehni, thin white cotton blouse, do button khule. Milk ka pressure tha, nipples geele, outline clear, blouse pe halka wet spot. Mamuni hall mein aayi, mujhe dekha to aankhein badi ho gayi. Main uske bilkul paas baith gayi, chai di. Jaan-bujh kar jhuki, boobs almost baahar latak gaye. Uske haath kaamp rahe the cup lete waqt.
Maine uska haath pakda, “Mamuni, tum mujhe hamesha boobs hi kyun dekhti ho?” Wo darr gayi, “Nahi bhabhi…” Main kaan mein whisper kiya, “Mujhe sab pata hai. Tum lesbian ho na? Tumhe doodh pasand hai?” Wo shock hui, lekin aankhon mein lust jag gaya. Maine uske haath ko apne left boob pe rakh diya. “Chhoo kar dekho, kitna bhara hua hai.”
Wo pehle haath hatane lagi, lekin fir ungliyan dheere se dabane lagi. Milk nikal aaya, blouse aur geela. Uski saans tez. Main boli, “Mera doodh taste karna chaahti ho na?” Wo ab control nahi kar payi.
Achanak wo wild ho gayi. Mujhe sofa pe dhakka diya, upar chadh gayi, knees se meri legs daba di. “Saali randi bhabhi, itne din seduce kar rahi thi, ab tera saara doodh pee jaungi aur tujhe chodungi bhi!” Gali dete hue blouse ke bache button faad diye. Blouse poora khul gaya, mere gore bade boobs baahar aa gaye – heavy, round, nipples hard aur doodh se geele.
Wo left boob pe muh laga kar zor se choosne lagi. “Mmm… kitna tasty garam doodh hai tera!” Poora areola muh mein ghuseda, teeth se nipple khincha. Milk squirting hone laga uske muh mein, gala pe behne laga. Main dard se chilla uthi, “Aaaahhh… Mamuni… dheere kar na… oh god… bahut tez choos rahi hai… mmmm… aaaahhhh… dard ho raha hai!”
Lekin wo aur aggressive. Right boob ko haath se masla, milk nichodha jaise cow ko. “Chillati kyun hai saali? Toone khud bulaya tha na?” Teeth se nipple kaati, zor se kheench kar chhodha. Boobs laal hone lage, kaatne ke nishaan pad gaye. Wo alternate karti rahi – left ko choosti, right ko nails se kharochti, pinch karti. Milk uske chehre pe, kapdon pe, mere pet pe gir raha tha.
Main real tarike se moan kar rahi thi, “Ohhh… aaaahhhh… Mamuni… bahut dard hai… lekin maza bhi aa raha… mmmm… aur zor se chooso… haa… oh fuck… aaaahhhh… please dheere… nahi aur tez!” Body hil rahi thi, haath uske baalon mein, kabhi kheenchti kabhi sehlati.
Wo galiyan deti jaa rahi, “Ameer ki doodh wali rand bhabhi, itne bade boobs, ab mera hai sab! Choos-choos kar khaali kar doongi!” Nipples swollen ho gaye, red marks har jagah. Milk ab kam hone laga, lekin wo dry sucking karne lagi – zor-zor se kheenchti, jaise punish kar rahi ho.
Mera neeche poora geela ho chuka tha. Chut se paani beh raha tha, main tadap rahi thi aur kuch ke liye.
Fir wo uthi, “Ab teri tight chut faadti hu.” Apne room se strap-on le aayi – 10 inch ka black monster. Belt pehan li, khada ho gaya seedha. Meri saree upar ki, petticoat khola, blue panty faad kar fenk di. Meri chut pink, tight, geeli beh rahi thi.
Pehle usne ek ungli daali, fir do, fir teen – scissoring ki andar. “Kitni tight hai teri chut bhabhi, jaise virgin.” Main moan, “Mmm… aaaah… haa Mamuni… aur andar…”
Fir strap-on ka top meri clit pe ragadne lagi, upar-neeche, gol gol. Main beg kar rahi thi, “Daal na please… aaaahhh… tadpa mat…”
Ek zor ka dhakka – aadha andar. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Meri cheekh nikal gayi, dard se aankhon mein aansu. Bahut mota tha, chut stretch ho rahi thi jaise phat jayegi. Wo ruki nahi, doosra tez dhakka – poora 10 inch andar tak.
“Aaaahhhh… oh god… meri chut phat gayi… aaaahhhh… bahut bada hai… dheere!” Lekin dheere-dheere maza shuru hua. Wo pumping start ki – slow pehle, fir tez. Thap-thap-thap awaaz poore hall mein goonjne lagi.
Main intensely moaning karne lagi, “Oh yes… aaaahhhh… chod mujhe Mamuni… mmmm… haan zor se… oh fuck… deeper ja… aaaahhhh… meri jaan… aur tez kar!”
Wo jhuk kar mere boobs choosne lagi dhakke marte hue, bacha hua milk taste kar rahi thi. Speed badhati gayi, poora andar baahar. Meri chut se chap-chap geeli awaaze aa rahi thi.
Pehla orgasm aaya – body akad gayi, “Aaaahhhhhh… aa rahi hoon… ohhhh… mmmmm… haan!” Chut se paani nikal aaya, strap-on pe beh gaya.
Lekin wo nahi ruki. Mujhe ghumaya, doggy style banaya. Peeche se pakda hips, aur zor se ghusedha. Ab aur gehra ja raha tha. “Le saali bhabhi, ab teri gaand tak pahuncha rahi hu!” Thap-thap-thap tez awaaz, boobs hil rahe the, main sofa pe muh daba kar chillati rahi, “Aaaahhh… oh yes… aur zor se chod… mmmm… haa… meri chut jala do… aaaahhhh!”
Doosra, teesra, chautha orgasm – main thak gayi thi moaning se, lekin wo machine jaise chalne lagi. Position badli – missionary, cowgirl (main upar baithi, lekin wo neeche se zor-zor se dhakke maarti), side se spooning style.
Aakhir mein wo bhi thak gayi. Strap-on dheere se nikala, meri chut laal, sooji hui, geeli. Hum dono paseene se tar, saansein tez. Wo mere boobs pe sar rakh kar let gayi, ab gently bacha hua milk choosne lagi.
Maine uske baal sehlaye, “Mamuni… bahut maza aaya… kabhi socha nahi tha itna intense hoga.” Wo smile karke boli, “Ab roz piyungi tera doodh bhabhi, aur roz chodungi bhi.”
Us din ke baad hamara secret intense lesbian relation shuru ho gaya. Jab bhi mauka milta – subah beta school, pati office, dopahar mein ya raat ko – wo aati. Pehle wild tarike se mera doodh peeti, kaat-ti, choosti, fir strap-on se ghanto chodti. Main bhi addicted ho gayi thi us wild maze ko. Meri zindagi mein ek naya, secret, bahut hi garam rang aa gaya tha.
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