Fantasy Another story of Walvan [Breastmilk]

[Anuj1093]

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[lovebreastmikk]

Update 10

His condition worsened rapidly. His breaths became shallow, his body weaker. By nightfall, he had stopped speaking entirely. The family knew—he would not last beyond the next day. A quiet heaviness settled over the household as they prepared themselves for the inevitable. Suhana remained by his side, her presence a constant comfort.

The next morning, as dawn broke, he took his final breath. The house filled with wails of grief as the family gathered to mourn his passing. The funeral preparations began immediately, with neighbors and relatives arriving to pay their respects. Suhana, clad in white, moved through the rituals with a quiet composure, her heart heavy yet resigned.

Among the mourners, Sanjivani, a distant relative, arrived from another town. Suhana noticed her presence but was too occupied with the rituals to engage. Meanwhile, Raju, the nephew of Sujata from Mumbai, was seen slipping into a room with Sanjivani. Suhana's eyes followed them briefly, a flicker of curiosity crossing her mind, but she had no time to dwell on it. Later, she saw Sanjivani emerging from the room, adjusting her saree, her expression unreadable. Suhana sighed inwardly, shaking her head. *Who am I to judge?* she thought before returning to her duties.

Amidst the mourning, Ravi’s eyes rarely left Suhana. He stood at a distance, watching her as she moved through the house, carrying trays of tea for the guests, refilling cups with steady hands, speaking in hushed tones to grieving relatives. Her presence commanded attention even in sorrow, her movements graceful, her posture straight despite the weight of grief.

More than once, Suhana caught Ravi staring, his eyes lingering far too long. He was not just watching—he was studying, absorbing every movement, every curve. She scolded him when he stepped too close, bumping into her as she carried a heavy tray. "Move aside, Ravi," she muttered under her breath, her voice firm. "There is work to do. This is not the time."

He only smirked slightly, stepping back without a word, but his gaze remained unwavering. Later, when she passed by him again, he reached out, as if to steady her, his fingers grazing the side of her waist longer than necessary. She stiffened but said nothing, too occupied with the ongoing rituals to address him directly. Ravi was not interested in mourning—he was interested in feeling, in the silent moments where he could touch without consequence.

As the pyre was lit, sending smoke into the sky, Ravi’s smirk deepened. He had lost an elder, but in his mind, he had gained something else entirely. He had been patient, and now, the moment he had been waiting for would soon be within reach.

As the evening settled, the house was finally quiet after the long day of rituals. The mourning had drained everyone, leaving only Suhana, her husband, and Ramesh at home. Her husband, exhausted, sat on the cot, rubbing his temples.

He looked at Suhana with tired yet grateful eyes. “You have done more than I could have ever asked for. Feeding my father, caring for him in his last days—I am indebted to you, Suhana. Truly.”

Suhana lowered her gaze, giving a small nod. She knew she had fulfilled her duty, and despite everything, she held no regrets. But the memories of the past days still lingered—Ravi's persistent advances, the way he touched her without hesitation, the boldness that grew each time he found her alone.

She remembered one afternoon, not long before her father-in-law’s passing, when she had gone to fetch water from the courtyard. Ravi had followed her, his presence making her uneasy even before he spoke. As she bent down to lift the heavy pot, he had stepped behind her, his hand sliding over her back as if in an innocent gesture of support. But the way his fingers pressed into her waist, the slow drag of his touch, made her stomach twist.

She had straightened immediately, turning to face him, her eyes flashing with warning. But Ravi had only smirked, his gaze dropping to the swell of her chest before flicking back up to her eyes. “You work too hard, bhabhi,” he had murmured, his voice low. “You should let someone take care of you, too.”

Suhana had gritted her teeth, gripping the pot tighter. “Stay in your limits, Ravi,” she had hissed, stepping past him without another word. But the feeling of his lingering touch had haunted her, just as it did now.

Just then, Ravi entered, his usual smirk plastered on his face. He moved closer, his eyes scanning Suhana as if he had a right to. She tensed but kept her posture firm, unwilling to show any sign of weakness.

Ravi cleared his throat, pretending to be hesitant. “Bhaiya, I need to tell you something about Suhana bhabhi,” he began, feigning concern.

Suhana’s heart pounded. She knew what he was trying to do. All those times he had touched her under the guise of feeding, slipping his fingers against her skin, squeezing when he thought she wouldn’t protest. She had tolerated it, hoping he would stop on his own, but now he was trying to turn the tables.

Before he could go further, she cut him off sharply. “Ravi, don’t you have any shame? This is neither the time nor the place for your nonsense.”

Her husband frowned, looking between them. “What is this about?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

Ravi took a step forward, trying to sit beside Suhana, but she immediately shifted, placing a firm hand on the cot to block his approach.

“Don’t,” she said firmly, her eyes locking onto his in warning. “Stay where you are.”

Ravi scoffed, shaking his head. “Why are you acting so defensive, bhabhi? Do you think I’ll say something that will upset you?” His words were laced with a taunt, his smirk deepening.

Suhana clenched her fists, her voice steady but laced with steel. “If you have something to say, say it clearly. Otherwise, leave.”

Her husband was now looking at Ravi with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. “What is going on here, Ravi?”

Ravi hesitated for a moment. Suhana’s unwavering glare unnerved him, but his desire to corner her was strong. He wanted her to falter, to show that she was hiding something, but Suhana stood tall. However, seeing that she was ready to fight back, he let out a fake chuckle and shrugged.

“Nothing, bhaiya,” he finally said. “Just that bhabhi has a way of keeping secrets. But I suppose some things are better left unsaid.” He shot Suhana one last knowing glance before stepping back.

Her husband exhaled sharply, turning to Ravi with a hard stare. “Enough of this, Ravi. You should be more respectful and not trouble your bhabhi again. She has endured much embarrassment and pain for our father. She deserves our gratitude, not your interference.”

Ravi faltered, his smirk vanishing as his brother’s words hit him with authority. He clenched his jaw, unwilling to accept defeat, but he knew better than to push further in front of his brother.

Suhana exhaled, steadying herself. This wasn’t over, she knew. Ravi was testing his limits, and he would not stop unless she put a firm end to it.

Her husband turned back to her, his expression softer. “You’ve done so much already, Suhana. I just want you to be at peace now.”

Suhana gave him a small, tired smile. “I will be,” she said, but inside, she knew the real battle had just begun.

bhai story sahi ja rahe hai lekin kisi old men ko nahi include karo , kisi old men ko add karne se story bekar lagne lagti hai

multiple boys or multiple wemen add karo acchi se breastfeeding story contniue rakho

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 11

A few days passed, and Ravi made no further advances. Suhana remained cautious, but his absence gave her a temporary sense of relief. However, one morning, as she sat in her room feeding Ramesh while Gita sat nearby, Ravi entered quietly.

He didn’t approach immediately. Instead, he settled on one side of the cot, pretending to engage in casual conversation. “Bhabhi, the house has felt different since Baba’s passing,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Everything is changing.”

Suhana glanced at him, her instincts sharp. She knew Ravi too well to believe in his harmless small talk. She adjusted her saree’s pallu over her shoulder, shielding herself slightly, but her voice remained calm. “Change is inevitable, Ravi. We must all learn to adjust.”

He leaned back, observing her as she continued to feed Ramesh, her posture relaxed but her mind alert. There was an expectant silence before she spoke again, cutting through the tension. “Do you want milk, Ravi?”

He stiffened slightly at her directness, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. She gestured towards her lap. “If you do, rest your head here. Under the saree cover.”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, slowly, he moved forward, resting his head where she indicated. Suhana remained composed, her hand gently adjusting the fabric to ensure privacy. As he latched on, she felt his grip on the edge of her saree tighten slightly. His hands, hesitant at first, rested near her waist, and she could sense the same boldness he had displayed before.

But Ravi wasn’t one to back down so easily. Testing his limits, his lips moved experimentally, his tongue pressing against her, his sucking slow, more exploratory than eager. His focus wasn’t on the milk—he seemed more interested in the act itself, in the feeling of her warmth, the way his mouth fit around her, the way her body responded.

His fingers trailed along the curve of her waist, lingering a second too long. Suhana’s fingers, still buried in his hair, tensed slightly, but she didn’t stop him. Not yet. His breaths were slow, measured, his lips pressing more firmly, gauging how far he could go.

Then, he grew bolder. One hand slid along her side, fingers spreading as they traced the curve of her breast. His touch was hesitant at first, then more deliberate, his fingers pressing lightly, testing her reaction. He adjusted his grip, his thumb brushing over the fabric before circling around the nipple, feeling the softness beneath. His other hand moved upward, cupping more fully, squeezing gently, before his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles over her covered skin.

Suhana remained still, her fingers tightening in his hair just slightly, a silent warning. He continued regardless, his hand shifting, his fingers curling to lift the weight of her breast slightly before letting it settle again. His breathing deepened, his lips forming a firmer seal, his tongue flicking experimentally as though seeking a reaction.

The moment stretched between them, and then, with one deliberate pull, a rush of milk filled his mouth. Ravi stiffened slightly, surprised by the sudden flow of milk, his throat working instinctively as he swallowed. A small trickle escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin before disappearing beneath the fabric of her saree. He paused, adjusting his latch, this time sealing his lips more purposefully. The milk flowed steadily now, coating his tongue, the warmth unmistakable as he continued his slow, deliberate drinking.

She kept her tone steady, her fingers lightly brushing his hair in an almost motherly gesture. “You should be careful, Ravi. The more you push, the more trouble you will find yourself in.”

He didn’t stop immediately. Instead, he moved his hand again, his palm sliding over the fullness of her breast, pressing gently before his fingers squeezed, his thumb brushing over the fabric covering her. His lips formed a tighter seal, his tongue tracing against her skin, testing her patience. Suhana exhaled slowly, feeling the shift in his posture. She let the moment stretch, her fingers tightening in his hair just enough to make him aware.

Meanwhile, Gita, seated nearby, watched Suhana’s hesitation. Seeing the tension in her expression, she spoke up. “Would he rather try mine?” she asked simply, her tone calm and assured.

Suhana glanced at her, surprised by the offer, but before she could respond, Ravi shifted his gaze to Gita, intrigued. As she removed her blouse, his eyes widened slightly. Unlike Suhana’s full and heavy curves, Gita’s breasts were small but firm, their shape defined against the fabric of her blouse. Ravi hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the contrast, but his curiosity quickly overpowered his surprise.

Gita had already adjusted herself, her experience with Sujata’s nephew Raju and even her BIL making her more confident in these moments. She met Ravi’s eyes with quiet authority, silently letting him know that if he wanted to continue, it would be on her terms.

Ravi hesitated only briefly before moving towards Gita. She encouraged him to play, her hands steady as she helped him latch. Unlike Suhana, who remained guarded, Gita exuded a quiet ease. She had already been through this before and had no reservations left. Ravi, sensing this shift, started to press her breasts more, though his hunger remained evident in the way his hands lingered.

Ravi’s movements stilled. The weight of Suhana’s words, the warning in her tone, settled over him. He had tested his limits, but she had not wavered. Instead, she had remained in control, dictating the terms of their interaction, refusing to let him have the upper hand.

His grip loosened, his posture easing, and he pulled away slowly. He sat back, his gaze no longer carrying the confidence it once did. He swallowed, looking away as if lost in thought.

Suhana still bare breast, adjusted her saree, her expression unreadable. She knew this wasn’t the end. But she also knew that, for now, Ravi had understood something crucial—if he continued down this path, it wouldn’t be Suhana who suffered the consequences, but him.

She had gained control. And she intended to keep it that way.

 

[jasminballsinger]

great story Bro, please bring Guddu and chintu back to story and avoid the Ravi and FIL. thanks

 

[jasminballsinger]

thanks bro, please update again, great story. keep up the good work.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 12

Suhana felt a quiet relief settle over her household. After Ravi’s last encounter, he had become more reserved. His once-bold gaze had softened, and the lingering touches that had left her tense had ceased entirely. He no longer sought her out when the house was empty or tested the boundaries of her patience. Whatever he had learned that day had left an impression—and Suhana knew she had finally reclaimed control.

With Ravi’s absence, Suhana could breathe again. Her attention shifted entirely to Ramesh and the other children, who now demanded her care more frequently. Ramesh, as usual, clung to her the most, often sneaking his hand in her blouse without hesitation. His need for comfort had only grown stronger after Baba’s passing, and Suhana welcomed it.

One afternoon, Suhana sat on the large cot in the main room, her saree loosely draped over her shoulder. Ramesh rested his head in her lap, his head resting below her chest as he looked up expectantly. Without hesitation, she unhooked her blouse and guided him toward her nipple. He latched quickly, his hands gripping her breast as he began to suckle with familiarity.

Moments later, Amit and Suraj entered the room. Suhana smiled warmly at them. “Come here,” she said softly, patting the open space beside her.

“Can we?” Amit asked, glancing at Ramesh, who was too engrossed to care.

“Of course,” Suhana said.

Amit approached first, sitting on her right side. Suhana adjusted her saree, exposing her other breast. Amit waited for a moment before leaning in, his lips brushing against her nipple before latching on carefully. His hands rested lightly against base of her breast, his sucking more tentative than Ramesh’s eager pulls.

Suraj stood nearby, unsure. Suhana gave him a reassuring nod. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll have to wait your turn.”

Suraj nodded and sat beside Amit, watching closely as Amit suckled. After a few moments, Amit pulled away, and Suhana gestured toward Suraj. He moved closer, his lips brushing her skin before latching on softly. His sucking was gentler, his mouth adjusting to the flow as he grew more confident.

Then, Amit leaned back in. Without hesitation, he and Suraj began to alternate at Suhana’s right breast, taking turns to latch. Amit would draw a mouthful, release with a poping sound, and Suraj would immediately take his place, his lips forming a tight seal. Their rhythm was natural, their hands grabbing her breast and resting lightly against her side as they fed.

Just then, Gita entered the room, holding her infant and Mohan by the hand. Seeing Suhana so at ease with the boys, Gita smiled. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she said, settling down beside Suhana.

Suhana nodded, her eyes half-closed. “It is.”

Gita adjusted her saree, uncovering her breast to feed her infant. Mohan sat beside her, watching intently. “I wasn’t sure at first,” Gita admitted. “But once I started feeding Raju and bhaiya… it’s easier now.”

Suhana smiled knowingly. “You’ve become quite natural at it.”

Gita chuckled. “I suppose so.” Her infant suckled eagerly, his small hands pressing against her chest. She glanced at Amit and Suraj, still taking turns at Suhana’s breast. “Do they always feed together?”

“Sometimes,” Suhana said softly. “They seem to like the right one.”

Gita’s expression softened as she watched the scene. “I think it’s the bigger one. They like the size.”

Suhana ran her fingers through Suraj’s hair. “Yes, the do.”

Gita’s gaze shifted toward Ramesh. “Do you want me to take him?”

Suhana hesitated, but Gita smiled. “I don’t mind. He knows me.”

Ramesh’s mouth released her breast with a soft sound, and he glanced sleepily at Gita. Suhana nodded. “If you’re sure.”

Gita settled Ramesh onto her lap, adjusting her saree to cover them both. Ramesh latched easily, his hands held her small breast. Suhana watched with quiet gratitude.

“If you ever need a break, I could help,” Gita offered. “Mine are much smaller but can use some attention.”

Suhana smiled at her. “I might take you up on that.”

The two women sat in quiet, the children sucking their breasts hungrily. Suhana knew the house was more peaceful now. Ravi’s testing had ended.

 

[rodry]

Update 12

Suhana felt a quiet relief settle over her household. After Ravi’s last encounter, he had become more reserved. His once-bold gaze had softened, and the lingering touches that had left her tense had ceased entirely. He no longer sought her out when the house was empty or tested the boundaries of her patience. Whatever he had learned that day had left an impression—and Suhana knew she had finally reclaimed control.

With Ravi’s absence, Suhana could breathe again. Her attention shifted entirely to Ramesh and the other children, who now demanded her care more frequently. Ramesh, as usual, clung to her the most, often sneaking his hand in her blouse without hesitation. His need for comfort had only grown stronger after Baba’s passing, and Suhana welcomed it.

One afternoon, Suhana sat on the large cot in the main room, her saree loosely draped over her shoulder. Ramesh rested his head in her lap, his head resting below her chest as he looked up expectantly. Without hesitation, she unhooked her blouse and guided him toward her nipple. He latched quickly, his hands gripping her breast as he began to suckle with familiarity.

Moments later, Amit and Suraj entered the room. Suhana smiled warmly at them. “Come here,” she said softly, patting the open space beside her.

“Can we?” Amit asked, glancing at Ramesh, who was too engrossed to care.

“Of course,” Suhana said.

Amit approached first, sitting on her right side. Suhana adjusted her saree, exposing her other breast. Amit waited for a moment before leaning in, his lips brushing against her nipple before latching on carefully. His hands rested lightly against base of her breast, his sucking more tentative than Ramesh’s eager pulls.

Suraj stood nearby, unsure. Suhana gave him a reassuring nod. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll have to wait your turn.”

Suraj nodded and sat beside Amit, watching closely as Amit suckled. After a few moments, Amit pulled away, and Suhana gestured toward Suraj. He moved closer, his lips brushing her skin before latching on softly. His sucking was gentler, his mouth adjusting to the flow as he grew more confident.

Then, Amit leaned back in. Without hesitation, he and Suraj began to alternate at Suhana’s right breast, taking turns to latch. Amit would draw a mouthful, release with a poping sound, and Suraj would immediately take his place, his lips forming a tight seal. Their rhythm was natural, their hands grabbing her breast and resting lightly against her side as they fed.

Just then, Gita entered the room, holding her infant and Mohan by the hand. Seeing Suhana so at ease with the boys, Gita smiled. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she said, settling down beside Suhana.

Suhana nodded, her eyes half-closed. “It is.”

Gita adjusted her saree, uncovering her breast to feed her infant. Mohan sat beside her, watching intently. “I wasn’t sure at first,” Gita admitted. “But once I started feeding Raju and bhaiya… it’s easier now.”

Suhana smiled knowingly. “You’ve become quite natural at it.”

Gita chuckled. “I suppose so.” Her infant suckled eagerly, his small hands pressing against her chest. She glanced at Amit and Suraj, still taking turns at Suhana’s breast. “Do they always feed together?”

“Sometimes,” Suhana said softly. “They seem to like the right one.”

Gita’s expression softened as she watched the scene. “I think it’s the bigger one. They like the size.”

Suhana ran her fingers through Suraj’s hair. “Yes, the do.”

Gita’s gaze shifted toward Ramesh. “Do you want me to take him?”

Suhana hesitated, but Gita smiled. “I don’t mind. He knows me.”

Ramesh’s mouth released her breast with a soft sound, and he glanced sleepily at Gita. Suhana nodded. “If you’re sure.”

Gita settled Ramesh onto her lap, adjusting her saree to cover them both. Ramesh latched easily, his hands held her small breast. Suhana watched with quiet gratitude.

“If you ever need a break, I could help,” Gita offered. “Mine are much smaller but can use some attention.”

Suhana smiled at her. “I might take you up on that.”

The two women sat in quiet, the children sucking their breasts hungrily. Suhana knew the house was more peaceful now. Ravi’s testing had ended.

Big update Suhana, the second favorite protagonist

 

[niteshp]

नेक्स्ट अपडेट्स plz...

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 13

Ramesh and Amit were playing with marbles on the floor at Amit’s house when Meena entered the room. Her dark eyes softened as she watched them. Meena was a striking woman, with full lips, high cheekbones, and long, dark hair tied back loosely, with a few strands falling over her smooth, honey-toned skin. Her figure was full and balanced, her breasts round and cushiony beneath the cotton of her blouse.

“Amit,” Meena said softly, her voice warm. “Do you want some milk?”

Amit looked up and smiled. “Yes, Maa.”

Meena walked toward the cot and sat down, adjusting her saree. She loosened her blouse, held the fabric between her shoulder and torse as she revealed her breast, glistening with few droplet of milk on her nipple. Amit jumped onto her loose breasts, pressing his face against her chest. His mouth caressed her nipple, sucking in deep.

As Amit fed, Ramesh watched closely, his eyes fixed on Meena’s nipple. He was to shy to ask. Meena noticed his gaze and smiled. “Do you like my breasts, Ramesh? The are not as big as Suhana. But I can let you suck them”

Without hesitation, Ramesh got up and moved toward her. Meena held his face in one hand, giving him a wet kiss. She wet Ramesh’s lips softly with her tongue before guiding his mouth toward her other nipple. Ramesh was aroused and latched immediately, he held her breast in both hands. His thumbs held her areola high, pressing his upper fingers in her breasts.

Meena moaned softly at the unfamiliar sensation of two mouths pulling her breasts simultaneously. Amit’s sucking was strong and rhythmic, as it was his mother, while Ramesh’s was more rough, he was more into the feel of sucking her breast. Meena stroked Ramesh’s hair with one hand and Amit’s back with the other, encouraging them both.

“Ramesh, you are good at this.” Meena murmured to herself, her eyes half-closed. Her body responded to the steady suction, warmth pooling low in her belly. “This feels… right,” she whispered, the corners of her mouth curling upward.

Ramesh pulled away for a moment, licking the excess milk from his lips before reattaching. His one hand pressed her other breast which Amit suckled. His grip tightened as he adjusted his latch, pulling her nipple deeper into his mouth. A thin stream of milk dripped down his chin. Meena pulled him back and gave him a deep kiss wiping her milk with her tongue. His mouth now worked greedily, his tongue swirling around her nipple as he pulled more milk from her.

Amit released her nipple momentarily, looking at Ramesh enjoying his mothers breast, without saying anything he shoved his face in again to latch. Meena’s breast shifted slightly under his mouth as he pulled deeply, his hand resting lightly on her stomach.

“They’re so eager,” Meena whispered, her head tilting back slightly as the sensation deepened. Her fingers curled into Ramesh’s hair as Amit’s mouth drew harder. “It’s… comforting,” she breathed. “I could stay like this forever.”

Ramesh’s hands squeezed the soft fullness of her breast, his mouth pressing more firmly as he swallowed the warm milk. Both switched sides, his mouth latching onto the opposite nipple. Meena adjusted her hold to support him, feeling the strong suction as he began to drink eagerly.

“Such strong boys,” she whispered, her voice low and content. Her eyes closed briefly as the steady rhythm of their mouths lulled her into a soft haze. “This… this is what I needed.”

Ramesh's mouth slowed as he settled into a steady rhythm, his hand resting on her thigh. Meena stroked his back, letting her body relax beneath their weight. She smiled softly. “Yes… just like that,” she whispered. “Keep drinking.”

In this shared moment, Meena knew she was experiencing what she missed all these years. And for the first time in her life she was both aroused and satisfied.

 

[jasminballsinger]

super update bro. please keep writing and update regularly. thanks