Housewife Breastfeeding Pt. 01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tukun fell asleep after drinking some milk from Deepa's left breast. The milk pressure in the left breast was slightly reduced but the right breast was throbbing with the milk pressure and it was swollen. Deepa placed the palm of her hand on her right breast and distorted her face in pain.

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

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

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

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

Deepa is ashamed of Birju's words.

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

"Tried. But not all comes out."

"There's a kind of breast pump."

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

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

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

"Yes. But her problem was solved."

"How?"

Birju once looked at Deepa's face. Then he says, "If somebody sucks with his mouth, all the milk will come out properly."

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

"How much more will that kid eat? I'm not talking about him."

"Then?"

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

Deepa shrugs in shame.

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

Samir is always indifferent about Deepa's beautiful boobs. He will suck Deepa's tits and eat milk! It is unthinkable.

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

Deepa nodded in agreement.

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

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

"I used to suck her milk."

Deepa was very ashamed to hear Birju's answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deepa remains silent.

After a while, Birju started pressing Deepa's breasts lightly. "Oh. Beautiful breasts your madam! Very enviable!"

Deepa opened her eyes towards Birju and then closed her eyes again.

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

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

"No problem if you allow." Saying this, Birju grabbed Deepa's naighty's straps in both hands and started lowering them. After a while, her two boobs were completely exposed to Birju's hungry eyes. Birju has never seen such beautiful globes in his life. Oh! As big and steep, absolutely fair. In the middle of the two wide areola are two erect nipples resembling grapes. Deepa is ashamed to see the way Birju is looking at Deepa's tits with his lustful eyes. "Hey. What are you looking at like that? Haven't you seen a girl's boobs in your life?"

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

"you started flirting again."

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

Birju started squeezing Deepa's boobs again. This time he was pressing harder than before. Deepa realized that Birju was taking pleasure in her breasts. Realizing this, she remained silent. Honestly, she was not feeling very bad.

After a while, Birju started pressing with great force. Deepa was in a lot of pain. She said, "Ahh! Squeeze them gently!"

"Great breasts, your madam. It is impossible to press such breasts gently. It seems that I can dissolve them by pressing."

"Ah ah! please... press them gently."

Deepa's left breast did not feel much pain due to Birju's massage. But the right breast was in great pain because there was milk pressure in it. Deepa was trying to hold Birju's hand in one of her hands, which was pressing Deepa's right breast.

Birju was repeatedly praising Deepa's boobs and pressing them with eagerness. Deepa was feeling comfort and pain at the same time. Sometimes Birju was holding Deepa's nipples with the fingers of both hands and pulling them outwards and turning them like a radio knob.

Deepa was chilling "Ah ah...slowly...!"

Deepa is topless at the moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deepa was so excited at one point that she started caressing Birju's head affectionately.

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

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

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

Deepa is very excited at this time. She grabbed the hair of Birju's head with both hands, pressed Birju's head to her boobs and kissed his forehead. This time cum was coming from her cunt and her panty was getting wet.

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

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

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

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

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

Birju was vigorously sucking Deepa's tits and biting her nipple.

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

For a long time sex starved Birju was getting hotter and hotter. He was biting and sucking Deepa's sexy boobs like crazy. As well as pressing the right boob, twisting the nipple.

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

Now,Deepa looked at her breasts. There are Birju's love bite marks in different places of the two. Her breasts were burning in pain.

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

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

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

"Madam you are so beautiful!"

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

"Madam, shall I kiss you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Birju touched his dirty, black, ugly lips to Deepa's juicy lips. Deepa shuddered a little. Birju kissed Deepa's lips frequently. Deepa "Ummmm Ummmaaaaa.........!"

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

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

While kissing, Birju started pressing Dipa's boobs.

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

Fifteen minutes in a row, the two of them kissed french.

Suddenly Tukun woke up, and he burst into tears.

Deepa was startled. She pushed Birju away from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There's no harm in that. I gave you permission. Uncle."

Thus, Birju caressed Dipa a little more that day and said goodbye.