Saira’s Milk – Part 1
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Disclaimer: This is the 1st part of my new story. I have added some taboo content not meant to offend anybody. Please send me your feedback at [email protected]. The early post-economic liberalization and introduction of the internet and other technologies, rapid globalization. Indians see new things, but some things never change. Saira begum is a young widow. Married at the tender age of 18, having a baby daughter just in a year, and a widow at 21. She lost her husband and parents in a tragic accident. Left alone at a young age, living in a calm village in a big house with a small farm, making a livelihood. Saira has milky white skin, round boobs hanging at 36D and a juicy ass with an hourglass figure. She grew up in a conservative family. She covers herself in a typical black dress with a face veil wherever she goes. Since it’s a small village, everybody knows about the tragedy. But only a few people in the village have seen her face. One of them is Sagar, her childhood friend. Sagar and Saira have been good friends since school. But her parents were against this friendship because they belonged to different communities. Sagar is open to ‘Right leaning’ in his ideology, but it doesn’t bother Saira. On the other hand, Sagar has the wrong kind of friends. A womanizer, he has been trying to obtain Saira at all costs for a long time. Without Saira knowing, she is always the talk of the town, especially among men. Everyone wants her in bed. This makes Sagar extremely popular in town because of his friendship with Saira. A group of friends is always hanging out with him to hear him describe Saira’s beauty. Sagar is a fit young man who spends most of his days in the Gym. Every year Mr Village competition would take place, and Sagar aimed to win the competition at all costs. Whenever he was free, he would visit Saira. They would talk and hang out. Saira sees a good friend in him, but Sagar’s intention is different. Saira is facing yet another problem with her now. She is still breastfeeding her child. Unlike normal girls, she was lactating more frequently than others. She starts leaking, and there is always a milk stain on her blouse. She tried to conceal it, but it always caught Sagar’s eye. Saira is the biggest supporter of Sagar, frequently giving him money to buy healthy food to take care of his body. One evening, Saira and Sagar sat on the front porch, talking about something. Sagar was upset, and it was visible on his face. “Hey, Sagar, is everything all right?” Saira asks. “Yeah, Yeah,” Sagar replies, uninterested. “Come on, tell me, Sagar, what happened?” “You know that I am vegetarian, right?” “Yes,” Saira replies. “I have been working out very hard, and my coach wants me to eat chicken for protein.” “If you want, I can cook for you,” Saira replies. “No, I can’t eat it, you know that?” “Yes, I am sorry. Is there any other alternative?” “There is some, but….” Sagar is hesitant to continue. “Come on, Sagar, tell me.” “People in America are drinking milk to get stamina. It is proven a good alternative to meat.” “That’s good news. Get milk, don’t care about money.” “No, it’s not that, Saira. It’s not cow’s milk.” “Then?” Saira asks in confusion. Sagar says after hesitation, “It’s milk from a mother.” “Oh,” Saira is silent, and both feel awkward. Sagar leaves the place after that. It is hard for Saira to take it off her mind. She wants to help her friend. But she is hesitant to give her milk to full grown man, that too her friend. She starts leaking more when thinking about giving milk to someone who is not her baby. After long thought, she decides to help her friend. It will help her friend and solve her leaking problem as well. She takes the bowl and starts pumping her milk from her hand. She keeps thinking about Sagar, who is going to drink the milk. It made her horny, and she felt ashamed but did not stop pumping. The big bowl is full now and must be around 2 litres. She is waiting for the next day for Sagar to come, and she wants to surprise him. Sagar comes the next day. She went in to bring the milk, but it’s gone wasted. There was no refrigerator in those days. She is upset and asks Sagar to wait. She entered the kitchen, took the bowl and filled it with fresh milk. She starts leaking more whenever she thinks about Sagar. Above all, he is just outside, and milk keeps coming. It should be around 5 litres now. She takes it to Sagar. “Here, Sagar, take it.” “What is it?” he asks. “What do you think?” “As I said, I don’t want cow’s milk. Where do you get it?” Saira is shy, and before she says anything. “From where did you get all this milk? It looks like over 5 litres, no cow in our village gives this amount of milk,” Sagar says in excitement. Saira feels so humiliated after hearing this. “Sagar!” Saira shouts, “It’s not cow’s milk. It’s mine.” There was an awkward silence, and Sagar couldn’t control laughter. “Oh, Saira, you don’t have to do it.” Saira then explains about that milk got wasted. Sagar got the bowl and drank everything immediately. Saira never thought that he would drink right here. “AAAHH, I feel so energetic, and it does not taste so bad,” Sagar says. Saira felt shy and didn’t say anything more. Sagar left and told his friends about the milk. All his friends treat him like a king. Sagar visits Saira every day, and she pumps whenever he comes home. He wants to see it with his own eyes, but he is not getting a chance. Finally, D-day has come, and Sagar invites Saira to come to see the competition. With excitement, Saira comes to see the competition. There are all men, and they are murmuring. All of them know it’s Saira, but she doesn’t know she is popular. Sagar welcomes her, and he is upset. Earlier, Saira gave a big bowl of milk for Sagar to have before the competition. But unfortunately, the milk got spilt. At least, that was what Sagar told her. But the truth is Sagar wants to see what would happen and to what extent Saira would go to help her friend. On the other side, unsuspecting Saira is heartbroken, and she wants to help him. She takes Sagar to the secluded place. “Sagar, I am sorry, I don’t have any other way,” she says, and she removes her burqa, then takes her boobs out. It’s already leaking. Sagar couldn’t control his happiness. Finally, he saws what he had wanted for a long time, “What is this? Why are you leaking?” “Don’t ask anything. Just drink and win the competition.” Sagar didn’t wait and grabbed her boobs, and started sucking. Saira never thought he would touch her. His touch made her wet down there. Before he came to his senses, he started squeezing her hard, and she couldn’t do anything. He emptied her right boob, moved on to the left, and started squeezing and emptying it too. “OMG, Saira, thank you so much.” The organizers start calling Sagar’s name on the loudspeaker. “I need to go.” “Go and win,” Saira says with a smile. Sagar won, and Saira saw it and was very happy. Sagar got the trophy and ran towards her. In excitement, both of them hug in full public view, forgetting everything. Saira finally realizes and pushes him away, but it’s already too late. To be continued.