Fantasy Another story of Walvan [Breastmilk]

[RajuWalvan]

Update 14

Aarti had just finished her afternoon chores and was resting on the cot, her arm draped over her eyes as sleep began to overtake her. The soft hum of the afternoon breeze through the window was broken by the loud crash of shattering glass.

Her eyes flew open.

“Guddu!”

She sat up, her heart racing as she rushed toward the noise. There, near the broken window, stood Guddu, Ramesh, and Amit—wide-eyed and guilty, their hands frozen mid-motion.

“What did you do?” Aarti’s voice sharpened.

“We were playing,” Guddu mumbled, his lip trembling.

“It was an accident,” Ramesh added quickly.

Amit’s eyes darted toward the floor. “Sorry, Aunty.”

Aarti sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Clean it up,” she muttered, turning away.

She walked back to the cot and lay down, the frustration still tightening her chest. Guddu hesitated for a moment before approaching her. He climbed onto the cot and curled beside her.

“Aunty…” Guddu whispered, tugging at the edge of her blouse.

Aarti opened her eyes, her irritation melting when she saw the nervous look in his eyes. Without a word, Guddu reached up and began to undo the hooks of her blouse, one by one. Aarti’s breath hitched, but she allowed him to continue.

Guddu slid the fabric aside, exposing her large milk-filled breast. He smiled knowingly. “See? She’s not that angry,” he said to Ramesh and Amit.

He climbed onto her belly, putting his legs on either side, as he kissed her breasts and latched on. His mouth closed over her nipple, he flickered the bulge with his tongue, as his large hands fondled both breasts spilling some milk. His sucking was comforting for her, he looked at her closed eyes while sucking.

Ramesh and Amit stood by the door, waiting eagerly for Guddu to ask them to join.

“Share with your friends, Guddu” Aarti said, lifting the edge of her saree.

Ramesh stepped forward first, kneeling near the cot. Aarti held her nipple between her fingers, holding it up so Ramesh’s mouth can latch. He latched on, his pulls slower and deeper than Guddu’s, his hand resting lightly on her breast. His fingers, large but still unable to cover the swell of her breast, gripped hesitantly before relaxing.

Amit hesitated.

“Come,” Aarti whispered.

Amit climbed onto the cot, and Aarti shifted to make room. He lay on her right side as Ramesh adjusted to her left with Guddu on top. Aarti didn't have a free nipple so she asked him to wait for his turn. He eager to latch, started to suck on side of breast which Guddu was latched on sending sensation to Aarti. His hand, almost as large as Ramesh’s, pressed against her breast, his fingers stretching but unable to hold her large breast completely.

Guddu’s sucking was fast and greedy, his fingers curling against her waist as he sat perched on her stomach. Ramesh’s mouth moved slower, his hand gripping her breast as he adjusted his latch. Amit’s touch was tentative at first as he was sucking on her breast, but he grew more confident as Guddu started sucking faster. Pulling her breasts two ways.

Guddu’s hand slid either side of her breasts, his fingers resting against edge of her breasts. Ramesh adjusted his grip, his hands curling against top and bottom of her breast as he pulled deeper. Amit’s mouth pulled harder, his fingers searching a spot to foldle her breast.

Guddu pulled back for a moment, licking his lips as a trickle of milk ran down his chin. “See? Told you I know how to calm her down,” he grinned.

Ramesh chuckled, shifting closer as he took another deep pull. Amit’s hand curled against Aarti’s stomach, his mouth occupied now vacant nipple. Guddu wanted to switch sides, but started licking spilled milk between her breasts with renewed eagerness.

Amit, not wanting to be left out, moved to the side and began to lick gently on the curve of her breast, his hand trailing along her ribs. His hand, large but unable to fully grasp her breast, adjusted his grip. Ramesh’s hand brushed against Amit’s arm as they both adjusted their position. Guddu took the opportunity of latching on to Amit’s side.

Aarti chuckled softly as Ramesh’s mouth slipped to the side of her breast when he couldn’t find a free nipple. His lips grazed her skin, and he gave a frustrated little suck before settling.

“You boys are driving me crazy,” she whispered with a soft smile. “But you know how to make it better.”

Guddu, still latched, smiled around her nipple. “Told you she'd forgive us,” he mumbled.

Ramesh and Amit glanced at each other and grinned. Ramesh’s hand traced along her side, while Amit’s fingers brushed her inner thigh, as they continued feeding.

“You’re forgiven,” she whispered, in the trance.

The boys nestled closer, their hands resting against her skin as they fed. Aarti lay back, feeling the comfort and closeness settle over her as they drank deeply, the earlier tension dissolving into quiet peace.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 15

It was late in the afternoon when Ramesh came running to Suhana, cupping her breast from behind on her maxi with urgency.

“Aunty, I want milk,” he whispered, his eyes wide with need.

Suhana glanced toward the living room where her husband sat, reading the newspaper. Her heart quickened. He had never directly commented on her feeding Ramesh, but she had always been careful not to let him see it happen. He loved his nephew, but watching him suck his wife's breast was different. There was no telling how he might react.

“Not now,” she whispered, her hand brushing over Ramesh’s chest.

Ramesh slipped his hand from opening of the fabric of her maxi resting on her bra. “Please, Aunty. I need it.”

Suhana’s breasts were heavy with milk, the pressure pushed her skin above her bra. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long without leaking. She bit her lip, hesitating.

“Come,” she said softly, glancing toward her husband. He was still focused on his paper.

She led Ramesh into the kitchen and closed the door quietly behind them. Ramesh’s eyes lit up as Suhana stood against the counter.

“Quick,” she said, pulling up her maxi. She slid her hands behind to unhook her bra. She removed the bra and asked Ramesh to put it jn his pocket. Her full breasts spilled free, the heavy curve catching the light.

Ramesh sneaked inside her maxi, his mouth checked where the nipple is before taking it in his mouth. Suhana guided him toward better latch. He latched on immediately, his legs held her waist in a lock as he began to suck greedily.

Suhana winced slightly when he bit her nipple, but soon the relief spread through her as he drew long, deep pulls. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as the tension in her chest eased. Her fingers brushed through his hair, her other hand resting on the counter for support.

Footsteps approached.

Her eyes flew open.

Her husband’s voice drifted through the thin wood of the door. “Suhana?”

Panic shot through her veins. Without thinking, she inserted finger in Ramesh’s mouth to loosen the latch and pulled Ramesh’s head between her breasts, hiding him beneath the soft fabric.

“Wait, Comming!” she called out, removing his legs locked on to her.

The door creaked open, and her husband stepped inside. His eyes immediately flicked toward her chest, noticing slight swell beneath her maxi.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a curious tone in his voice.

“Just… adjusting,” Suhana said, her cheeks flushing.

Ramesh struggled to breath beneath her maxi, his hands pressing lightly against her torse. Suhana’s breath hitched as he moved.

Her husband stepped closer, his gaze soft. “You don’t need to hide it, you know.”

Suhana’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I know you feed Ramesh,” he said gently. “It’s natural for him. Boys at his age are curious and seek comfort”

Suhana’s mouth parted in surprise.

Her husband smiled faintly. “I’ve seen how much it comforts him. And you.”

She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing. Beneath her maxi, Ramesh shifted, his mouth searching for air.

Her husband’s hand brushed over her arm. “You don’t have to hide it from me.”

Suhana’s eyes softened. Relief flooded through her as her husband turned and left the kitchen without another word.

As the door closed, Ramesh peeked out from beneath her maxi, his mouth latched. Suhana chuckled softly, brushing his hair back.

“You’ve been caught,” she whispered.

Ramesh smiled around her nipple, his hands curling against her waist. “But you’re not angry?”

Suhana shook her head, stroking his cheek. “No, love. Not angry at all.”

From that day on, Suhana no longer needed to hide. When her husband was home, Ramesh would seek milk resting on her lap. Sometimes he would pull down her blouse himself, his mouth eagerly finding her nipple. Her husband would smile quietly from across the room, his acceptance clear.

At night, Ramesh would curl against her side, his lips latching on naturally, and Suhana would let him suck without worrying about being seen. Even in the morning, as her husband sat drinking his tea, Ramesh would rest his head on her lap, her blouse already loose, and feed contentedly while her husband looked on with quiet approval.

Sometimes Suhana would sleep on the bed with Ramesh nestled between her legs, his mouth working on her breast and his groin touching Suhanas groin, as her husband passed by, giving her a soft smile. There was no awkwardness—just comfort and ease.

 

[jasminballsinger]

thanks great update. excellent writing.

 

[rodry]

Big update Suhana, what adventures will they bring us? Will there be a festival or a competition of aunts and nephews? jejejeje

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 16

One afternoon, Ramesh wandered through the house, searching for Suhana. He checked the living room, the kitchen, and even peeked into her bedroom, but she was nowhere to be found. His lips tightened in frustration as the familiar emptiness settled in his chest.

He stepped outside, squinting against the sun. His feet carried him toward Gita’s house almost instinctively. He knew Gita had fed him before, and though her milk tasted different from Suhana’s, her breasts had still brought him comfort. He searched for Gita in her house, locating her in her bedroom. She was feeding Ramesh bhaiya, brother in law of Sujata and Manisha in a very intimate position. Ramesh saw Gita massaging his limping penis in one hand while holding his head in another.

Gita was sitting on the edge of a table inside her house, Bhaiya standing between her legs as he nursed hurriedly. Her saree was slightly over her thighs exposing her inner thigh, one end of her blouse completely undone, exposing her small but firm breasts. Her deep pinkish-brown areola contrasted against her fair skin. Bhaiya’s mouth stretched around her areola, his tongue flicking against it as he swallowed greedily. A thin line of milk trailed from the corner of his mouth.

Her hair was messy, strands falling over her face as she leaned back slightly. Bhaiya’s hands were wrapped around her waist, his fingers pressing into the softness of her breast, kneading roughly as he suckled deeply. Milk flowed steadily from her nipple, his throat working as he swallowed. He tugged harder, causing Gita’s body to shift. She inhaled sharply, adjusting her position to steady herself.

Ramesh hesitated at the doorway, his eyes widening slightly at the scene. Gita glanced up and smiled faintly.

“Aunty,” Ramesh said softly. “Can I have some milk?”

Gita’s smile didn’t waver. She didnt try to cover up. She had grown used to Ramesh’s requests. After feeding Bhaiya and Raju, she had gained confidence in extended feeding.

“Come here,” she said, patting on the table.

Ramesh stepped forward and stood beside her. Gita shifted Bhaiya to her other breast, freeing the side closest to Ramesh. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, her small, firm breast exposed.

“You’re getting as bold as Raju,” she teased, brushing her fingers through his hair.

Ramesh smiled shyly but leaned closer.

Gita guided him toward her nipple. He latched on smoothly, his mouth drawing the warm milk as his hands rested on her thighs. His tongue pressed firmly against her nipple as his mouth worked in slow, steady pulls. Gita inhaled softly at the pull, adjusting herself so he could suckle more comfortably.

Her nipple swelled under his mouth, and he sucked harder, his lips drawing more milk as his hands slid up her thighs. Bhaiya’s hand tightened around her other breast, kneading it roughly as he suckled deeply. Gita let out a soft gasp, adjusting her position as both boys pulled strongly from her.

Bhaiya’s grip grew rougher as he tugged at her nipple, milk spurting from the pressure. Ramesh’s eyes flicked toward him, his mouth still latched as he sucked steadily. He noticed the way Bhaiya’s hand pressed into the curve of her breast, his fingers kneading insistently.

From his position, Ramesh could see the way Bhaiya’s lips stretched around Gita’s nipple, the milk pooling at the corner of his mouth before he swallowed. Ramesh mirrored him, his mouth pulling eagerly as he relaxed into Gita’s warmth.

Gita leaned back slightly, her eyes half-lidded as both Ramesh and Bhaiya nursed from her simultaneously. Bhaiya’s hand wandered across her chest, brushing against Ramesh’s fingers as they both settled against her.

After a while, Ramesh pulled away briefly, his lips damp. He glanced up at Gita.

“Your nipple is softer than Suhana Aunty,” he said.

Gita kissed him, held his lower lip between her teeth while brushing her thumb over his cheek. “That’s because mine are for ony special people”

Ramesh nodded, leaning back toward her breast. He latched on again, suckling with contentment.

Gita sighed, resting her head back. “Looks like I have two hungry animals today,” she whispered to herself, her hands stroking Bhaiya’s penis in one hand and Ramesh’s hair from other.

For Ramesh, it was dream come true.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 17

It was a warm afternoon, and Ramesh, Guddu, and Amit were sitting beneath the old banyan tree near the edge of the village. The heat made them sluggish, but they sat comfortably in the shade, passing a small ball between them.

“Yesterday, at our house” Ramesh said, stretching his legs out. “Suhana Aunty let me have her breastmilk. I emptied her breasts.”

Guddu grinned. “So what, we all have sucked and played with her breasts. My Aunty was angry with me yesterday because I broke the window. But when I made puppy face and slid my hand ib her blouse, she calmed down. She love when I suck her milk”

Amit leaned back on his elbows, a thoughtful look on his face. “My mother feeds me whenever I ask. Sometimes she asks me if I like her boobs. It makes her feel happy and let me suck longer.”

Ramesh smiled faintly. “Suhana Aunty does that too. She likes when I use my tongue to play with her nipple.”

Guddu nodded. “Aarti Aunty’s milk is different though. I think it’s thicker and much sweeter.”

Amit laughed. “How would you know? Have you tried milk from every women?”

Guddu shrugged. “No… but it just feels that way.”

Ramesh’s expression turned thoughtful. “Do you think it’s different because their breast size is different?”

“Maybe,” Amit replied. “But my mother's nipples feel different in my mouth. After I suck, I feel like heaven.”

Guddu smiled. “Yeah. It’s like being wrapped in a blanket.”

“I sometimes fall asleep while drinking,” Ramesh admitted. “I think Aunty doesn’t mind though. She just lets me sleep.”

Amit chuckled. “Me too. Once, I woke up in morning still holding onto my mother’s breast. She just smiled and told me to keep sleeping.”

Guddu leaned closer. “Do you ever feel embarrassed?”

“No,” Ramesh replied. “It’s not strange. They love having us on their breasts.”

Amit nodded. “Yeah. It’s like they need it more than us.”

Guddu grinned. “I think I’ll ask Aarti Aunty to feed me later. She’s probably comply and let me fondle her other breast.”

“I’ve had from Gita Aunty too,” Ramesh added. “She didn’t mind feeding me along with Sujata aunty's Brother in law. She said she can feed us both.”

Amit’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Ramesh nodded. “Yeah. She asked me to close my eyes, but I saw Ramesh uncle and her trying to have sex.”

Guddu smirked. “Looks like we all have it good.”

Amit’s gaze softened. “I’ve had from Suhana Aunty, Gita Aunty, and my mother. It always feels weird, but it’s always good.”

“Yeah,” Guddu agreed. “Aarti Aunty gets annoyed when we’re rough, but she still loves it.”

Ramesh smiled. “Suhana Aunty used to be strict, she didn't let my hand wander off. But now she doesn’t mind me pressing her breasts.”

“And Gita Aunty,” Amit added, “she will let us play with her breasts all day if Bhaiya isn’t there.”

“Do you think her milk taste different?” Guddu asked.

“Definitely,” Amit said. “My mother’s is a little thinner, but sweet. Suhana Aunty’s is thicker, but not as sweet.”

“Gita Aunty’s is sour than Aarti Aunty’s,” Ramesh added. “And her breasts are smaller than Suhana Aunty’s, but they are perfect and her nipple are pink.”

Guddu smirked. “Aarti Aunty’s breasts are bigger than Gita Aunty’s but not as soft as Suhana Aunty’s. When she’s angry, she makes me work harder to get it.”

Amit grinned. “Suhana Aunty’s are bigger than my mom’s. I think they’re softer too.”

“And Gita Aunty’s nipples are smaller than Suhana Aunty’s,” Ramesh said. “But they’re smaller, so it’s easier to suck on to.”

Guddu laughed. “We really know too much about this, don’t we?”

Ramesh smiled. “It’s normal for us.”

Guddu leaned forward. “Do you ever notice how the milk tastes different depending on when you drink it?”

Amit nodded. “Yes! In the morning, it’s sweeter. But at night, it feels heavier.”

“Gita Aunty’s tastes the same,” Ramesh said thoughtfully. “But Suhana Aunty’s is thicker in the evening.”

“Aarti Aunty’s is sometimes salty,” Guddu added. “Especially when she’s angry.”

Ramesh laughed. “Suhana Aunty’s tastes the best when she initiates the feeding.”

Amit’s gaze softened. “I guess it depends on how they feel. Shall we go and ask Gita aunty to feed us?”

The three boys exchanged knowing smiles.

 

[rodry]

Great update and great debate on taste and size giving Suhana the champion title(/°o°/)

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 18

Gita stood at the kitchen counter, rolling out dough for rotis. The afternoon sun filtered through the small window, casting a golden hue over the room. Her saree was tightly draped over her shoulder, and her blouse was slightly damp from the heat and the weight of her milk. Sweat glistened at her hairline as she worked, her hands deftly shaping the dough into thin circles.
She heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
“Gita Aunty?”
She turned to see Ramesh, Guddu, and Amit standing at the doorway, their eyes lingering on her cleavage.
“Did you boys get into trouble again?” she asked, a teasing smile forming on her lips.
Guddu grinned. “No. But we were thinking…” He glanced at the others.
Amit stepped forward. “Can we… have some milk?”
Gita sighed lightly but smiled. “Now? I’m Busy”
Guddu stepped closer cupping and pressing her left boob. “You’re always busy, but you can always make time for us.”
Gita chuckled looking down on his hand fondling her breast. “Alright. But you’ll have to behave. I’m not going to stop working.”
She slid her hand under her blouse unhooking, slipping it off her shoulder, exposing her soft fair breasts beneath. Amit’s eyes widened slightly, but Guddu and Ramesh stepped forward and took her each nipple in their mouth. Gita reached for the rolling pin with one hand while guiding Guddu toward her left side. He latched on quickly, his hand pressing against the soft curve of her breast as he began to suckle.
Ramesh stood on her right side. He leaned against her to cup her breast. Gita lifted her arm, allowing him to latch. His mouth closed over her nipple, and his hands pressed gently against her side as he settled into a steady rhythm.
Amit stood nearby, hesitant. Gita glanced at him with a soft smile. “There’s room,” she murmured.
Amit stepped closer. Guddu pulled back slightly, looking at him. “You can have some after me.”
Gita’s hands remained steady as she held his cheek and landed a kiss on Amit’s lips. “You can wait, or I can teach you how to kiss.”
Amit smiled faintly indicating he is more interested in her breasts and leaned in closer. Guddu released her nipple with a satisfied sigh, sliding down his hand in her inner thigh. Amit leaned in, brushing his lips against her swollen nipple before latching on. His hands pressed into her waist as he drank.
Gita continued working as the boys suckled from her. Her hands moved over the rolling pin, flattening the dough into perfect circles. She lifted the rolled-out roti and placed it on the hot tawa, the smell of cooking flour filling the room.
Guddu stood near the three, his back resting against the kitchen table as he watched the others. “It tastes sweeter today,” he murmured.
Ramesh pulled back and smiled faintly. “That’s because we are the first to drink today.”
Amit released her, licking his lips. “Or maybe because she loves feeding us.”
Gita smiled as she flipped the roti with practiced ease. “Maybe you’re all just a naughty bunch who likes to suck breasts.”
Ramesh shoved his head under her arm and cupped her breast again. “I’m not done yet.”
Gita chuckled. “Then come here.”
Ramesh latched on again, his hand resting on her stomach. Guddu, growing impatient, moved to her other side, and Gita leaned back slightly to allow him better access.
Amit watched for a moment, then rested his lips on her lips. “Your milk is still flowing,” he whispered.
Gita kissed him back. “I can feed your whole day and still have milk for my childrens .”
She adjusted her nipples as they drank, her hands never pausing as she flipped the next roti. The warmth of the lips pressed against her nipples, their rhythmic pulling and pressing of her breasts kept her in ecstasy.
Guddu pulled back and sighed contentedly. “I feel full now.”
“Then make room for others,” Gita whispered, wiping her nipple with her palm.
Ramesh’s mouth lingered on her breast for a moment longer before he released her and rested his head on her shoulder. Amit smiled and curled up on the floor next to them.
Just then, Bhaiya appeared in the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes scanning the scene with quiet understanding. Gita met his gaze and gave him a soft but firm look.
“You should go home,” she said gently. “I need to care for the kids today.”
Bhaiya hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the boys who were now staring at him. He gave a small nod and stepped back. “Alright. I’ll see you later.”
Gita smiled faintly. “Come back tonight,” she said softly. “I’ll take care of you then.”
Bhaiya’s mouth curled into a slight smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Gita’s gaze followed him as he walked away. She placed the last roti onto the plate and set the rolling pin down. She leaned back slightly, her hands brushing over the boys’ hair as their breathing slowed.
After a few quiet moments, Gita glanced at the boys, whose faces were relaxed and content. She smiled. “Still want to play with my breasts or, Are you all done?”
Guddu stirred slightly and nodded. Amit wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Can I wear my blouse now?” Gita asked, teasing.
The boys grinned and sat up.
Gita smiled, adjusting her blouse as she hooked the blouse carefully. She pulled her saree’s pallu back over her shoulder, smoothing it down.
“Better?” she asked.
Amit grinned. “Better.”
Gita chuckled, brushing her hand through Guddu’s hair. “Alright, go play now.”
As the boys stood up and shuffled out of the room, Gita watched them with a soft smile. The warmth of their lips still lingered on her nipples as she turned back to her work.

 

[rodry]

They move from conversation to action, testing the flavors with the aunts (0 o 0)b

 

[rodry]

and thanks author for another update