"My Sexual Adventure Begins on an Exciting Note"
by Sheperd
I am Usha, a young Indian girl. I have had a sheltered life
till my 18th year. My parents died when I was 3 years old. My
grandmother brought me up in a village some 200 kilometers from
Chennai. When this story opens, we had moved to Chennai. My grandmother
was a teacher in a school and she had classes throughout the day. This
left me free to do as I pleased, provided I remained at home. Sarala, a
thirteen year old servant maid was my companion.
One day Sarala came to work carrying a young baby some 18 months old.
It was Ram, the son of a visitor to her neighbor's house. It was quite
friendly and not shy of newcomers. I spent time playing with the child.
After sometime I went to take a bath. While taking bath, I heard the
child cry suddenly. It had fallen down while running about. Sarala took
it up and started comforting it. As I came out all was quiet. I was
just drying my hair as I came to the place where Sarala was sitting
with the child in her lap. She didn't see me approaching. What I saw
was just amazing. She had nestled the child in her arms. She had taken
the left breast out and was feeding the child! The child was busy
sucking at the nipple that was held up by Sarala between her first and
middle fingers. It had latched on firmly to the nipple and was doing
vigorous sucking. The cheeks were hollowed indicating forceful sucking.
Its white teeth flashed now and then and were a good contrast against
Sarala's jet-black nipple. The child appeared to be making a generous
use of its teeth on Sarala's nipple while chewing it. The room was
quiet except for the vigorous suction noise produced by the child's
mouth. The girl had closed the eyes and was enjoying the feeling of
being sucked. At times she winced as the child's sharp teeth sank into
her marble-hard nipple in the course of its chewing. But then she made
no attempt to stop the suckling process. After a few minutes, she just
got hold of her right breast, applied a syrupy paste to her right
nipple and was rubbing it against the corners of the child's mouth. The
nipple was shining in sun-light and was quivering with the girl's
excitement about what was going to happen to it. The child promptly
switched breast and continued its business with a single track mind.
The suction was with such a force that nearly a quarter of the breast
vanished between the ravenous lips and teeth of the child.
I was just watching. After 10 minutes of sucking both her nipples
showed bite marks on them and they were angry red in color. They were
coated with thick saliva and were quite raw. I was sure the girl will
have trouble putting on her blouse, as the nipples that were sucked so
viciously would then rub against the cloth. The girl did not see me
watching her. Suddenly the phone rang and I went to the hall to answer
it. It was Sarala's mother Saraswathi. She wanted her to come to her
immediately. I conveyed this message to Sarala, who had removed the
child from her breast in the meantime and buttoned up her blouse. She
requested me to look after the baby, who was sleeping. She would be
back in a few hours time. I assured her that I would look after the
child.
Now I was alone in the house with the child and I sat down to watch the
program in the TV. After 10 minutes the child woke up and came to me.
It sat on my lap. I just cuddled it against my chest and continued
watching the TV. From the corner of my eyes I noticed that the child
was throwing covetous glances at my breasts and licking its lips. I
pretended not to notice and was watching the TV. Slowly the child
extended its fingers and was touching my right breast and was searching
the nipple. I felt terrific. It then pushed its face against my chest.
I said nothing and was keeping quiet as if nothing was happening. But
my heart was beating in a fast rhythm as I was excited by what was
going to come. The child's lips brushed against my nipples covered by
bra and blouse. Even with that cover the child could feel my nipples
growing hard and sticking out. It quietly opened its mouth and
imprisoned my right nipple, blouse and all. Its saliva started wetting
my blouse covering the breast and the nipple could now be made out. The
child was sucking and chewing it vigorously in spite of the blouse
cover. My excitement grew. I took my right hand to my back, just
unhooked my bra, unhooked my blouse, cradled the child's head in my
arms and pressed my nipple to its lips. It looked at me for a moment
and without further ado opened its mouth and sucked in my entire areola
along with the nipple and started to suck. I looked down and saw the
child's mouth working furiously on my nipple. It had closed its eyes in
bliss. My nipple under suction hardened to a marble and was chewed on
in a relentless manner by the child.
A sharp electric feeling coursed through my entire body. The child had
very sharp teeth and made unhesitating use of them. But just as it was
biting my nipple, suction too was applied and I was able to withstand
the pain on account of the pleasure procured by the harsh sucking. I
felt as if my nipple was caught up in a vacuum cleaner and a mixie all
rolled into one. After 10 minutes of this chewing and suction by Ram, I
offered the other breast to the child just to give a well-deserved rest
to the right nipple. The child continued its sucking with the other
breast as well. I alternated the breasts every 10 minutes during the
hour-long suction. The child again fell asleep with my left nipple
caught between its teeth in a vice-like grip. Whenever I moved a
little, the chewing started in right earnest, even as the child was
sleeping. I extricated it with a little tact as it was time for my
grandma to come home. Just as the nipple was leaving the mouth, it
scraped against the sharp teeth, thus causing a shooting pain. My
nipples had grown at least one inch longer due to the sucking. Both
were showing bite marks on account of the vicious suckling and covered
with so much sticky saliva that a droplet had collected at each nipple
and was about to drop. Sarala came before the grandma and I got to
talking with her. I questioned her about the breastfeeding and she
confessed that she liked having her breasts sucked. She added that the
child had a twin brother by name Lakshman. I asked her to bring both
babies the next day.
The next day the exercise continued with a difference. I had both Ram
and Lakshman at my breasts. There was a twin attack on my breasts.
Lakshman was sucking more aggressively and his teeth were sharper than
Ram's and that is telling a lot! The children sucked my nipples for one
full hour non-stop. The next hour they spent at Sarala's breasts, while
I took my bath and went about my duties. I followed Sarala's example
and applied sticky honey to my nipples. As I came back and sat beside
Sarala, Lakshman followed by Ram leaped at me and settled themselves at
my lap. Their hungry lips and sharp teeth latched on to my nipples
simultaneously. Another hour of vigorous and vicious suckling followed.
But after a few days the twins had to leave for their village. This
time Sarala brought some other babies from another neighbor of hers.
They were nearly two year old boys with large sharp teeth. One baby by
name Rikki had two rows of lower teeth! She told me that they were
still being breastfed by their mothers. There was no longer any milk
forthcoming but the children loved sucking at the breast. Their biting
was a little more painful and she was not sure that I should take a
risk with their biting my nipples. I too hesitated a little but then
after seeing Sarala breastfeeding them and bearing the pain with an
indulgent smile, I took courage in my hands and let the children suckle
at my breasts as well. It was indeed more painful especially with the
multi-row toothed Rikki, but then I grew accustomed to the pain. In
fact, Rikki became my favorite. The suction and the chewing exercised
by him were enormous and I had a feeling that I would start lactating
if this stimulation continued for some more days on a regular basis. At
times I encouraged him to bite and suck a little harder and he obliged
me. My breasts had an extraordinary growth thanks to this adventure.
Rikki loved to try swallowing as much of my breast as possible. As a
result, his bite marks were distributed all over my breasts.
Now there followed a succession of children. The eldest of them was a
three year old boy, Govind. I had told Sarala to bring male children
only. This three year old boy had ideas beyond his years. He would
suckle vigorously at one breast and will be tweaking the other nipple.
His head would dash against my breast followed by immediate pulling of
my nipple imprisoned between his strong and sharp teeth. Suction will
be there all the while. As his head dashed against one breast, he will
be vigorously milking my other breast with the nipple caught within his
fingers in the typical milking mode adopted by cowherds. The first time
he dashed against my breast, I had my breath knocked out. The servant
maid explained that the boy's father was a cowherd and this boy had
looked on as the calf was suckling at the cow's teats. His tweaking my
nipple was his way of imitating his father milking the cow. The child
continued its suckling accompanied by dashing against the breast and
pulling the nipple caught between the teeth. It changed breasts three
or four times and the breastfeeding session lasted two hours. I came in
my pussy many a time.
Things took a different turn. Sarala told me that her mother had some
sheep and was in the practice of breastfeeding the sheep kids. I was
excited on hearing this. I persuaded her to bring two sheep kids, both
male. With experience I found that male kids suck more aggressively,
whether human or animal.
The sheep kids came the next day. Sarala started breastfeeding them by
putting them on her lap and cuddling them to her nipples as she would
feed a human child. But I was more innovative. I just put myself on all
fours and the breasts hung down. The sheep were under me. Without much
ado they flicked out their tongues and captured my nipples, areolas and
all. Their suction was more powerful than that of human children. The
two sheep kids pulled at my teats and the dashing was coming in a
random manner. Thus, as one kid was dashing, the other was pulling.
Needless to say, suction was being constantly applied and the mouths
were working furiously on the nipples. They were wagging their tails in
excitement. Gradually my nipples became tougher and longer. My upper
torso was heaving up down in response to the push-pull operation being
carried out by the sheep kids in a random pattern.
One day Sarala came along with Saraswathi, her mother. They brought a
piglet. No need to ask why. Saraswathi was still lactating as she had a
male child one year old and had not yet weaned it. Her 36 DD breasts
had prominent nipples that jutted at least one inch forward. She laid
down on her back, unhooked and removed her blouse and put the piglet to
her left breast. It had a hearty feed from her breast with heavy
slurping sound. Its snout was twitching and Saraswathi's breast was
dragged into the piglet's mouth nipple, areola and all. The portion of
the breast outside the snout of the piglet had a blue vein, which was
throbbing as the heavy suction and chewing were applied to the nipple.
She switched breasts and the piglet went on sucking. It was quite
content and was wagging its short tail very fast as it was furiously
feeding at Saraswathi's teats..
Saraswathi explained that the piglet had to still its hunger first and
then only I should attempt to breastfeed it myself. It was a wise
suggestion. I imitated the position taken up by Saraswathi and put the
piglet to my left teat. Saraswathi pressed her own breasts and milked
herself to get some milk in her hands. She coated my nipples with that
milk. It was quite warm fresh from her breast and created a tingling
sensation in my nipples. It hesitated at first. But I rubbed the nipple
against its snout and the piglet accepted the nipple. It recognized the
taste of Saraswathi's breast milk and went about its business in a
serious manner. I was quite amazed at its suction power. It was many
times that of sheep kids! Saraswathi stood by my side and was slowly
letting drop her milk collected in a bowl on to my nipple under
suction. Thus the piglet was tricked into thinking that it was getting
milk from my breast. She explained that its gums exercised an enormous
chewing, which would have been manifold had it not been getting any
milk. On my request the next day they came with two piglets and put
them at my breasts after Saraswathi had stilled their hunger with her
own breasts. The twin attack on my nipples and areolas coated with
Saraswathi's thick milk and supplied with drops of milk dropped by
Sarala as well as Saraswathi on to my nipples was out of this world.
The next day I was curious to know how forceful their suction while
being hungry would be and insisted on feeding without Saraswathi first
stilling their hunger with her breast milk. The chewing was much
rougher as the piglets were desperate to draw some milk from my
breasts. I stood it for some 20 minutes and signaled to Saraswathi to
remove them as the pain became unbearable. She pressed the piglets'
snouts with her fingers and pulled them off my nipples with a plopping
sound. The nipples showed every sign of the vicious sucking by the
piglets and were angry red in color. I was excited in spite of the pain
and vowed to repeat the experiment after a few days of recovery. Till
then I had to content myself with suckling Ram and Lakshman, who had
come back for a brief visit.
In my next story, I will tell more!!
- The End -
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