Affairs to Remember Pt. 04

"दूध बोतल में हैं तुम को कुछ देर उसे अपना निप्पल मुँह में देना होगा उससे वो शांत हो जाएगा।" "Don't worry, the milk is in the bottle. All you have to do his give your nipple in his mouth to soothe him and then you can alternate with a bottle."

"तुम भी ना ललिता," I yelled, frustrated. "यहाँ इतने लोग हैं।" "It's too much Lalita. There are so many people here."

"तुम करलोगी। मुझे पता हैं। वरना लोग पुचेंगे मेरे लिए। प्लीज़् हां?" she pleaded. "I know you can do it. Please do, otherwise folks will wonder where I am."

And then, giving me her lovely smile, she kissed my lips and walked away. I stood there, speechless. I treaded back to my mattress and carefully lay next to her child. I scooted closer to make sure that he had the warmth of my body. I all but forgot about everything and dozed off. The images of Lalita fucking her husband in some strange room or bathroom were still playing in my mind. Lalita could quite do such things, and even her trying to make time for fucking amidst the hectic wedding schedule surprised me. I couldn't dwell on it for too long, as my body put me to sleep almost immediately.

After almost an hour, I woke up because the baby was crying and noticed that Lalita wasn't back yet. I grabbed the milk bottle and fed it to him; he quieted for a few moments but continued to cry. After ensuring that the milk was dripping from the nipple and that it was functioning properly, I wondered what could be wrong. Lalita reminded me he didn't like it when the milk was too cold, and that's when, instinctively, I pushed my top up and, pushing aside the bra hastily, offered him my nipple. As soon as he latched on, his crying subsided, and a sense of relief washed over me. It was a surreal moment, this unexpected turn of events, but I felt an instinctual and primal connection with Lalita's baby that I hadn't expected. With each suckle, I could feel the bond between us growing stronger, and I knew that I would do anything to comfort and nourish the baby. As the baby finally settled into a peaceful slumber, I couldn't help but marvel at the incredible comforting power of a human breast. I wasn't even lactating, but it was enough for him to feel the warmth and comfort.

The soft, warm lips of his enveloping my tiny nipple and his small tongue rubbing against my nipple sent shivers of delight down my spine. Until then, several men and some women had groped me, felt my boobs, and even fondled them, but this was the first time I felt someone's tongue on my nipples. I felt a mix of curiosity and pleasure; it was a moment of intimacy unlike any other I had experienced. Despite the absence of milk, his determination to suckle filled me with a mixture of awe and desire. As his lips persistently latched onto my nipple, a wave of overwhelming pleasure surged through my body, causing me to release a faint moan. The enthralling combination of his warm mouth against my sensitive skin and the cool air caressing my exposed breast intensified every sensation. Every touch ignited a thrilling response, causing even my other nipple to respond, leaving my body covered in goosebumps.

Oh, how I wish my breasts would yield and let warm milk flow into his eager mouth. I wondered how that milk rushing out of my nipples would make me feel. Is this why Lalita wanted to be a cow? A cow so that she can keep on breastfeeding her multiple children while her husband continues to impregnate her? My mind wandered, thoughts intertwining with desire and curiosity. The idea of surrendering to the primal act of breastfeeding, of nourishing a little one held a certain allure. Bust as my thoughts wandered, I couldn't help but wonder--what did it truly mean to be a cow?

Would I happily surrender to such a life, abandoning my own aspirations, to further Kishore bhai's genes? Even Sanjay's mother wanted me to conceive from the chawl's quintessential bull. Would I be allowed to recover in between the pregnancies, or would I be constantly subjected to breeding? Would I be reduced to nothing more than a vessel for Kishore bhai's progeny? Deep down, a part of me yearned for it. I remember how my pussy ached for relief when Kishore bhai commented on my wide pelvis and how it was suitable for delivering babies of large men like him. However, as I contemplated this new role, doubts crept into my mind. Did I truly want to give up my own aspirations and dreams? Did I want to be solely defined by my ability to procreate?

I knew deep down that I couldn't deny the longing within me any longer. The pleasure I felt from the baby's nursing only emphasized my desire to become a mother. I was captivated by the thought of Kishore bhai's potent seed and the life it could create within me. Despite the unconventional circumstances of our relationship, I was willing to embrace my destiny and submit myself fully to furthering Kishore bhai's progeny.

I basked in those pleasurable sensations for several minutes as he continued to suckle. I lost track of time and realized that over fifteen minutes had passed since he latched onto my breast and was still vigorously suckling. I must have dozed off and was gently woken up by Lalita. She slept on the other side of me and hugged me from behind. I turned my face to look at her; she lifted herself and exhaled, "कैसा लग रहा हैं? किशोर भाई के बच्चे को अपना दूध पिलाना?" "How does it feel? Breastfeeding Kishore bhai's baby?"

"क्या?" "What?"

Lalita sealed my lips with hers, and I immediately melted and kissed her back. But the foul odor of semen hit me, and I pulled back. "ललिता ये बदबू क्या हैं?" "Lalita, what's this stench?"

"ये बदबू नहीं हैं," she quipped. "तेरे पड़ोसी का प्रसाद हैं।" "This is not stench. This is your neighbor's dainty offering (semen)."

She turned me on my back, tucked her boy away, and forcefully kissed me. She held my hands down and continued to kiss me, even when I moved my head from one side to the other. The taste was bitter and unfamiliar, but I was engulfed by her passion. The intensity grew as she explored every inch of my mouth, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Despite the unsettling scent, my desires took over, and I allowed myself to succumb to the pleasure she offered.

As our lips finally parted, a hazy cloud of desire lingered in my mind. I looked into her eyes, searching for answers that I knew I wouldn't find. The taste of her still lingered on my tongue, intoxicating and addictive. There was pin-drop silence in the hall, and apart from the snoring sounds, there was nothing.

"तुम किशोर भाई से मिलने गई थी क्या?" I breathlessly exhaled. "So you went to meet Kishore bhai?"

"तुम्हे क्या लगा? मेरे पति से मिलने? वो जो मुझे आधि बार ठण्डा ही छोड़ देता हैं," she replied. "Who else? Why would I meet my husband? One who leaves me unsatisfied half the time."

"दूसरा बच्चा भी उसी का होगा?" I whispered, feeling a surge of anxiety. "So even your second child would be his?"

"मेरी जान बचे असली मर्द के हो तो ही अच्छा हैं," she said with a mischievous smile. "My dear, it's better if you conceive from real men."

She pushed back the comforter and felt my breasts. I couldn't object, as it felt very good as she homed on the very nipple her baby was sucking on. I let out a soft moan as she roughly played with my nipple and tugged on it.

"कैसा लगा तुम्हें दूध पिलाना?" "How did breastfeeding feel?"

"थोड़ा अलग हैं। सुकून और आनंद दोनों ही था।" "It felt a little different. Both peaceful and pleasurable."

"तुम्हारी चूत नम हुई क्या?" "Did your pussy get wet?"

She didn't wait and pushed her hand down between my legs, feeling for herself. Of course, my lips were moist, although not as furiously lubricating as they would with Kishore bhai. I shivered as her finger traced my lips, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I softly moaned as she homed in on my clitoral area and massaged it. I couldn't help but surrender to the intense sensations.

"तुम तो कच्ची कली हो," she muttered. "You are still a virgin."

It reminded me of those horrendous B-grade movie titles that were shown in some seedy theaters. I couldn't help but giggle at the unexpected comment.

"सेक्स किया क्या कभी?" she asked. I blushed and shook my head, unable to find the right words to respond. "Have you ever had sex?"

"नहीं," I murmured. "संजय और मैं शादी के बाद ही करेंगे।" "No. Sanjay and I have agreed to do it only after our marriage."

"बोंधु संजय के साथ नहीं। किसी और के साथ किया क्या हैं?" she blurted. "You dumbwit, I wasn't asking about Sanjay. Did you ever have sex with anyone else?"

I shook my head. It occurred to me that only Mamta knew what happened during the Ganesh festival and although Lalita was present, she didn't notice it. She didn't seem very bright or observant. I wondered if she had simply missed all the subtle hints and signals that were exchanged between Kishore bhai and me. It was a relief that she suspected nothing, and that Kishore bhai or Mamta revealed nothing to her, but her innocent question had made me realize just how risky our secret affair truly was.

"संजय करने वालों में से नहीं हैं," she added. "ममता उसे एक साल से लाइन दे रही थी उसे कुछ समझ ही नहीं आया। फिर ममता ने उसे खुद ही किस किया। और मैंने भी।" "Sanjay isn't the one into doing such things. Mamta has been giving him cues for a year but he never could understand; so she finally took the initiative and kissed him. And even I kissed him too."

"हान तुमने बताया था," I whispered. "Yes. You told me."

"तो फिर संजय के साथ मत करना," she commanded. "थोड़ा समय दो किशोर भाई के साथ पहली बार करने का कुछ अलग ही मजा होगा।" "So, don't give your virginity to Sanjay. Give it some time; it would be a lot more fun losing your virginity to Kishore bhai."

As I pushed her away, a mix of emotions flooded over me. On one hand, I was relieved that she didn't suspect our affair, but on the other hand, her innocent question had opened my eyes to things that I was oblivious to. The mention of Sanjay and Mamta's affair only intensified my unease. Mamta fleetingly glossed over her affair with Sanjay, and her remark about him being just like his brother during our very first meeting made me feel cheated. Sanjay, too, shared nothing about her and kept me in the dark, even though we never opened up to explore our pasts until then. We were both quite practical and always looked on the bright side, no matter the situation. Growing up in a modest household, Sanjay had learned to keep his emotions in check and maintain a stoic facade. Sanjay and Mamta had always seemed like the perfect couple, but now I couldn't help but wonder what else they were hiding from me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized their affair was just the tip of the iceberg. I began questioning everything, from our relationship to my judgment.

Sanjay getting physical with Mamta didn't bother me as much as the emotional connection he seemed to have with her. I envied Mamta for developing such a deep bond with Sanjay. My relationship with Sanjay was only a little over 8 months old, but I had known him for almost a year and a half by then. I couldn't help but wonder if, the entire time we had been together, he had been secretly harboring feelings for Mamta; perhaps even physically involved with her. It would be hard to resist such an attractive woman, and I would have understood; it wasn't as if I were a chaste woman. I had always prided myself on my open-mindedness and willingness to explore the unconventional. But the thought of sharing Sanjay with someone else, especially someone as captivating as Mamta, triggered a pang of jealousy deep within me. I couldn't shake off the nagging doubts and insecurities that plagued my mind.

Despite what my slutty actions may say about me, I was harboring the guilt of cheating on Sanjay. My rational mind justified that it was Sanjay's fault, and he should have never left me alone in the company of such a lecherous, virile man. It was common practice for men to shield their women from the prying eyes of other men. It wasn't an implicit lack of trust but an admission that primal instincts can't be bound by societal norms and that one has to be vigilant to protect what is rightfully theirs. Kishore bhai the prowling, lecherous stallion, saw a young, beautiful, innocent girl in heat and pounced on the opportunity with no remorse. The temptation was too strong for both of us to resist, and we succumbed to our desires. In that moment, I allowed myself to be seduced, succumbing to the allure of forbidden passion, and let him take my virginity and flood my womb with his virile semen. In that moment of weakness, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, knowing that I had betrayed the trust of Sanjay and succumbed to my primal instincts. It was a stark reminder that societal norms and trust can easily be shattered when faced with such overpowering desires.

Even as I struggled with my guilt, I knew that nature had taken its course. There wasn't even an iota of doubt that Kishore bhai deserved to take my virginity and breed me. I relished the thought of being consumed by this forbidden pleasure, knowing that it crossed all boundaries of morality and decency. The intensity of my desire grew, overpowering any lingering guilt or hesitation that remained within me. Every fiber of my being longed to surrender to Kishore bhai's masculine power, to become a vessel for his desires and to be marked by him as his own. As my body transformed, there was a thrilling sense of liberation in knowing that I had abandoned societal expectations and embraced the raw and primal path that destiny had set for me.

So Lalita's urging that I let Kishore bhai take my virginity and not Sanjay seemed like a natural progression in my journey towards self-discovery and exploration. Lalita understood the depths of my desires, recognizing that Sanjay's touch would never ignite the same fiery passion within me as Kishore bhai's.

"कुछ भी क्या?" I showed disinterest. "What rubbish?"

"मेरी जान तेरी जैसी हॉट लड़की के लिए वो ही सही हैं," she whispered in her sensual voice. "My dear, he is the perfect man for a hot girl like you."

Lalita's words resonated deeply with me, confirming my decision to let Kishore bhai be my first. I had always felt an inexplicable attraction towards him, his rugged charm and confidence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Sanjay, on the other hand, was kind and gentle, but lacked the passion and intensity that I yearned for.

"उसके जैसा तगडा लंड जब तुम्हारी चूत में जाएगा तभी तुम्हें अपने औरत होने का असली एहसास होगा," she blurted in her usual crass manner. "When his strong penis enters your pussy, you would truly understand the meaning of being a woman and feel blessed to be a woman."

I blushed at Lalita's explicit words, but deep down, I knew she was right. Lalita's crude remark only reaffirmed my desire to explore the depths of my womanhood with Kishore bhai.

"क्या इसीलिये तुम उसके सात सेक्स करती हो?" I asked, abashed with her crude language. "Is that why you have sex with him?"

Lalita chuckled. "तुम्हें क्या उसके लंड का साइज़ उसके पैंट को देख कर पता चलता हैं?" "Can you really make out the size of his penis just by looking at his crotch?"

"छी," I admonished her. "मैं वो सब नहीं देखती हूं।" "No... I don't look at such things."

"वही तो," she emphasized. "तुम्हें पता चलता हैं ना की जब कोई मर्द तुम पर चढ़ने के लिए उत्सुक हैं?" "That's what I was saying. You understand it when a man shows apparent interest and intent of mounting you, isn't it?"

"हां," I blushed. "Yes."

"जब उसके जैसा मर्द तुम जैसी ख़ूबसूरत लड़की पे चढ़ने के लिए उत्सुक हो तो तुम नहीं सोचो गी उसमे इतनी हिम्मत कहा से आती हैं?" "When such (despicable, ugly, old) man shows interest in mounting you, wouldn't you wonder where his arrogance stems from?"

"असली मर्दों को अपनी कबिलियत का कोई शक नहीं होता। वो तो जानते ही हैं के ख़ूबसूरत औरतों पर चढना उनका नैसर्गिक हक हैं, फिर वो शायद किसी और की पत्नी ही क्यों ना हो। वो ये भी जानते हैं की अक्सर पहल उन्हीं को कर्णी होगी, क्यों की हमारे समाज म कोई औरत किसी गैर मर्द को सेक्स के लिए रिजाये ये मंजूर नहीं।" "Real mean have no doubts. They firmly believe they may naturally mount beautiful women, even if they are other men's wives. They understand they would have to make the first move as our society frowns upon women trying to court other men."

"तुझे बड़ा ज्ञान हैं इन चीजों के बारे में?" I playfully added. "You seem to be quite knowledgeable on such topics?"

"सिर्फ ज्ञान ही नहीं अनुभव भी हैं। और मुझे पूरा यकीन हैं के तुम अपनी सुहाग रात किशोर भाई के सात ही मनाऔगी," she added emphatically. "Not just knowledge, I have the experience too. And I am confident that Kishore bhai would consummate your marriage with Sanjay."

"चल हट," I retorted. "कुछ भी बोलती रहती हैं।" "Shut up. You talk a lot of nonsense."

I got up and headed to the bathroom for a bio break. She was too exhausted and simply laid in bed. Everyone was blissfully asleep, tired from all the festivities; otherwise, it would have been so clear with the ruckus we were making. I freshened up, returned, and collapsed in my original place on the mattress. Lalita was comforting her baby and didn't turn back. As she patted her baby, she asked, "तो कुछ सोचा उसके बारे में? मैं रूम अरेंज करू?" "So did you think about it? Should I book a room for you?"

"सो जाओ ललिता," I nonchalantly replied, letting out a loud yawn. "रात बहुत हो गई हैं।" "Go to sleep Lalita; it's late."

She spent a minute more on her baby, then turned and eagerly embraced me. Her hand caressed my breast and moved to my crotch once again. I stopped her hands, but it didn't deter her, and she started kissing me again. Her stale, hot breath that was still reeking of semen was a perpetual reminder of how potent Kishore bhai's semen was. I melted as she once again showed me how to kiss.

"मेरी चूत में अभी भी आग लगी हैं," she whispered between the kisses. "नींद कैसे आए गी?" "My cunt is still on fire; how can I sleep?"

She pushed the middle finger between our kisses, and the bitter taste and intense odor of semen filled our mouths. I revolted, but she grabbed my hands and continued to fish out more of his semen and plaster it on my mouth and lips. I was overwhelmed with utter humiliation and violation, yet all I experienced was a strange surge of energy. It refreshed my memories of letting Kishore bhai flood my mouth with his seed.

"तुम चाहे कितना भी झूटलाओ," she whispered as she aggressively held both my hands down with one hand. "पर सच तो यही हैं की तुम एक दम नेचुरल हो। जिस औरत को वीर्य की बदबू से घिन नहीं हो वो एक प्रहार की रंडी ही होती हैं।" "No matter how much you deny, you are a natural. A woman who is not disgusted by the stench of semen definitely has to be a whore."

I experienced a blend of confusion and arousal as her words sank in. As I continued to let her dominate me, I couldn't help but question my own desires. As her fingers pushed deeper into my mouth, I embraced the taste and texture of his seed, reveling in the taboo nature of the act. And then she swiped up a large glob of his semen and pushed it directly into my mouth. Surrendering to my deepest desires, I sucked on her finger and even bobbed my head on it for precious fleeting moments. My mind was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions as I indulged in this forbidden pleasure. The taste lingered on my tongue, igniting a forbidden thrill within me. I wondered if this submission reflected my true self, or was I merely exploring a hidden side of my sexuality?

"तुझे इतना ही पसंद हैं ना रांड," she whispered. "तो सीधे मेरी चूत से ही पीले।" "If you like it so much then why don't you directly taste it from my cunt?"

I shuddered as, in a swift move, she got up and, holding both hands behind my head, squatted over my face and unceremoniously pushed her pussy on my mouth. The intense stench of semen mixed with the juices of her sloppy pussy overwhelmed me as I struggled to breathe. Every instinct in my body wanted to resist, to push her away, and to reclaim control over the situation. But as her wetness soaked my lips and her moans filled the room, I realized my desires extended far beyond societal norms. She had pinned me down, and with a tight squeeze of her pussy, let more of his substance slide into my mouth. He had flooded her pussy perhaps only 15-20 minutes ago, and it was very rich and fresh. Her dominant grip on me intensified, contrasting with my internal turmoil. The musky scent, combined with her unabashed demeanor, had ignited a primal lust within me I never knew existed. And I surrendered to the intoxicating mix of forbidden desire and raw passion.