I first met the newly married couple,

Shoumik and Bandita when we were

looking for someone to do
transcription work. They had just
moved to Bangalore from Siliguri in
West Bengal.

Shoumik was young, full of dreams

and enthusiasm. We decided to
invest in the young man — lacking
experience but with drive that could
help us grow the division.

Bandita had accompanied Shoumik

to every meeting, waiting patiently
in the waiting are while he attended
meeting after meeting, interview
after interview.

After he came onboard, she became

a regular at every team get-together
and party. They were an absolutely
adorable couple. Obviously head-
over-heels in love with each other,
what was endearing was how they
just seemed to complete one
another — always by each other’s
side, always supportive.

They called me “Dada”, which

means father or father-figure in
Bengali, and older brother in Marathi.
They claimed I had given him the
biggest break in his career and was
like a father figure to them. It was
cute to hear them call me “Dada”. I
was rooting for this endearing couple
and hoping Shoumik would be able
to take his chances and grow with
the company.

During one such party, they’d both

had one too many to drink and
stayed over at my place. For close to
three hours that night, I heard her
screams and moans of pleasure —
the tell-tale sounds of the young
husband and his beautiful young
wife having sex. Evidently, he fucked
her more than once that night — I
counted three “Aaaaaahhhhhhh”
grunts from him, suggesting he had
cum at least three times. She was
vocal through the night, moaning
and mumbling in Bengali, groaning
loudly and screaming in pleasure.

In those days, I was romantically

involved with a trainee in my
department. And yet, I couldn’t help
wondering where he had cum — if he
had creamed his wife’s pussy trying
for a baby, or whether he preferred
her ass or did he like her to give him
blowjobs.

I forgot about the incident in the

weeks, months and years that
followed. She would be there at
every social gathering with Shoumik
and always was pleasant company. I
should have suspected something
was amiss when they both
deactivated their social media
accounts. However, whenever we
would meet at social gatherings,
everything seemed the same as
before and I didn’t give it much
thought.

Four years had passed since they

joined the team. My relationship with
the intern had long ended and I was
now enjoying Priya, a horny
colleague who had just been
dumped by her fiancee just before
her wedding and thought sex with
me without any commitments was
therapeutic in getting over the
trauma of a broken marriage.

I was moments away from creaming

her pussy for the third time that
night when the phone rang at around
2 am.
“Do you know a Bandita Shoumik
Chatterjee?” the caller asked after I
had confirmed my identity.

“Yes, she’s the wife of one of my

colleagues,” I replied.

“Sir, can you come down to Leela

Hospital? She has just been admitted
here.”

“What?” I said, surprised, “What

happened? Is Shoumik there? Can I
speak with him?”

“No sir, his phone is unreachable. We

found your business card in her
purse and it had your mobile number
hand written on it under
’emergency’. So we called you.”

“I will be right there,” I said.

It was now 10 am the following

morning. Bandita had woken up from
her sedatives an hour ago and was
now crying uncontrollably, reliving
the recent past.
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“Don’t say things like that Bandita,” I

said when she was cursing her
nickname for her sorry state.

“I don’t know what else to say

Dada,” she said, “I lost everything
and have no reason to live.”

“Where’s Shoumik?” I asked.

“Probably with his new girlfriend,”

she replied looking down.

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was

hearing. That’s when she vented out
her story.
She was only 19 when she met
Shoumik, who had just graduated
from her college. A whirlwind and
intense romance followed. Though
she wanted to be a virgin till her
wedding day, he seduced her into
pre-marital sex.

After six months of fucking her

almost on a daily basis, he proposed
and she agreed. With opposition
from both families, the couple
decided to elope. They moved to
Bangalore to make a fresh start in a
new place. Madly in love, they
couldn’t have enough of each other.

After he got the job with our

company, they decided to try for a
baby. They’d fuck at all times of the
day and night. “We even spent the
whole night fucking in your house,”
she said bringing back memories of
the night when I heard her moan and
scream with orgasm after orgasm.

Bandita finally got pregnant after

trying for about three months and
then had a late stage miscarriage.
The doctor said pregnancy wasn’t
safe for her. But Shoumik was
determined to have a baby.

He kept creaming her pussy once or

twice everyday trying for a baby.
When her second pregnancy ended
in a miscarriage too, the doctor
advised her not to try again and to
consider a hysterectomy. But
Shoumik would have none of it.

When her third pregnancy also

ended in a miscarriage, she finally
decided to go through with the
surgery without her husband’s
consent. When he eventually found
out, they had a major show down. He
hit her for the first time that day.
Over the days and weeks that
followed, he became increasingly
violent towards her and seemed to
lose all sexual interest in her.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she

hadn’t stopped lactating since her
third miscarriage and he claimed
that her leaking breasts disgusted
him.

Yesterday, she had returned home

early from the fashion boutique that
she worked at and found him in their
bed fucking another woman. From
the cum stains all around them, it
wasn’t their first round that day. The
way they were wrapped around each
other and the way he fucked her, it
was clear to Bandita that it was way
more than just sex.

She watched him till he creamed the

other girl’s pussy and told her he
loved. Bandita finally walked out
totally brokenhearted. She had sat in
a restaurant crying till it was closing
time and then slit both her wrists in
the restaurant’s restroom. The staff
had found her and rushed her to the
hospital. And now she was blaming
herself and her name for her fate.

“I am fat now,” she said, “not like

before. The medicines I had to take
after my pregnancies made me put
on weight. And then there’s the
lactation that won’t stop.” As she
said this, I appraised her. To my
eyes, she looked voluptuously curvy,
not fat. She continued, “After the
surgery, when he lost whatever little
interest he had in me, I thought it
was only because of my weight gain
and the lactation. I am not beautiful
anymore, I can’t have a baby, I can’t
make my husband happy. Why
should I even bother to live Dada?”
“None of this is your fault, you hear
me?” I said sternly. “You couldn’t
help the miscarriages nor their side
effects. It was only safe for you to
get the surgery done. It’s his loss.
And trust me, whatever happens,
happens for a reason. It’s obvious to
me now that he never deserved
you.”

We spoke for hours and the disgust I

felt for Shoumik only grew the more
she vented. Priya and I spent hours
with Bandita through her stay in the
hospital, helping her recover. We
stayed in touch and met at least
once a week to make sure she
wasn’t having any more suicidal
ideas. A month later, Priya got
engaged and then got married.
Bandita and I stayed in touch till I
had to go to Hong Kong on work for
about three months.
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“Dada, can you come over?” Bandita

said on the phone. I had just
returned from Hong Kong last night.
Today was Holi, the festival of color
and when Bandita called me, she
woke me up from a jet-lagged sleep.

“Of course I can,” I replied, “is

everything ok?” In reply, I heard her
sob.

“No Dada,” she said, “I want to die.”

“Stop talking like that and stay on

the phone with me,” I said, picking
up my car keys and heading out the
door in my tracks and tee-shirt, not
wanting to waste any time in
changing, etc. I talked to her through
the 30 minute drive to her place. I
found her sitting on the porch,
covered in Holi colors, tears
streaming down her face.

I didn’t have the heart to say Happy

Holi to her. During the drive, she had
told me that a few friends had
dropped over for Holi. She had tried
to be happy and enjoy the occasion
with them when a few of them got a
message on WhatsApp. It was a
digital invitation of Shoumik’s
upcoming wedding with the woman
Bandita had caught him in bed with.

I had known that Shoumik and

Bandita had decided to get a
divorce. Since I was in Hong Kong, I
had missed the developments over
the past few months. Evidently, the
divorce had got finalized last week
and he had wasted no time in
announcing his second wedding.

Bandita was totally shattered.

Somewhere at the back of her mind,
she’d harbored some hope that he
would eventually tire of his new
girlfriend, that true love would
survive and he would return to her
some day. This was now the final nail
in the coffin and her spirit had just
broken.

As I parked the car and walked up to

her, she stood up and led the way
into the house. She fetched me
water as I sat down in the sofa and
then she sat down next to me.

“What am I going to do Dada?” she

finally asked after a long awkward
silence.

“You are going to find yourself and

start a new life, ok? I replied.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she

replied.
“You can be whatever you want
Bandita,” I said turning to face her,
“Listen to me… you are not defined
by an ugly past.”

“You don’t know how hard it is for an

unattractive, fat, lactating divorcee,”
she said shaking her head, “Since he
moved out, I have tried. It’s not like I
have just been sitting here waiting
for him. I have signed up on dating
and matrimony sites, I have flirted
with guys at work even. Not one
person has shown even the slightest
interest. If anything, I see pity in
their eyes. It’s easy for you to say
start over, but nobody wants m….”
she choked and wasn’t able to
complete her sentence, breaking
down in tears.

“Shhhhhh…..” I said, holding her and

that was my mistake, if you could
call it that. I have always been
attracted to curvy women. Lactation
has always turned me on. Part of the
reason I chose to stay single is that I
didn’t see myself as a relationship
type of person after Shalu — the
woman I had my longest relationship
with.

Perpetually horny, physical contact

with a woman I consider attractive
gives me an automatic boner. As I
held Bandita, her full breasts pressed
against my chest and I couldn’t help
the stirring in my pants. I didn’t
realize I was wearing my tracks.
Bandita noticed the erection causing
a little tent in my tracks and pulled
back, surprised.

“Dada!?!?!” she exclaimed, her eyes

going from my crotch to my face.

“I am sorry,” I said embarrassed at

being caught, “I couldn’t help it.”

“You find me attractive?” she

seemed more shocked than
outraged.

“From the day I first saw you,” I said

nodding in an embarrassed way.

“But you have been so nice to us…”

“I am not a family breaker Bandita,” I

said interrupting her. “Just because I
find you attractive I would never try
to seduce you when you were
happily married. I am not like that.”

“But why would you find me

attractive? I am fat and ugly.”

“You are many things, but fat and

ugly are not you. You are a beautiful
woman any man would be lucky to
have. You are strong and you — I
maintain — you can do whatever you
set your eyes on.” I said trying to
steer the conversation away from my
boner. It was a bad choice of words
because her eyes promptly went to
my erection.

“Do you want me?” she said,

reaching out and touching my
growing erection over my tracks.

“Bandi….” I said, stopping her,

“don’t do something you will regret.”

“Regret? I have craved to be wanted

for over a year. I have wanted to be
loved even longer than that. I am
trapped in the past Dada, I can’t get
free from Shoumik.” she said, her
eyes almost pleading, “Set me free
Dada… if you really want me, take
me.”

In reply, I pulled her to me and

kissed her hard. Her mouth opened
instinctively and her tongue found
mine… “mmmmmmmmm…
mmmmmmmm….” she moaned as
she kissed me hungrily.

Instinctively, my hand reached for a

boob and squeezed, making Bandita
moan. Reaching behind her, I untied
her blouse and took it off. Her bra
followed while I continued kissing her
hungrily. As I was untying her blouse,
she reached into my tracks and
started stroking my shaft.

“Dada,” she moaned when we

paused for a breath, “you are so big
and hard.”

“That’s because you are so beautiful

and sexy Bandi,” I said licking the
Holi colors off her face and caressing
one naked boob under her saree
pallu.
“Dada, you are making me wet,” she
moaned as I licked her entire face
before returning to her mouth and
tongue. By now, both her breasts
were in my hands and I squeezed
them as we kissed hungrily. It didn’t
take much for Bandita to lose her
inhibitions. Her pent up sexual
hunger came took over and she
kissed me with as much intensity as I
kissed her. With our tongues
wrestling, I pinched her already hard
nipples, making her squeal with
pleasure.

She finally broke the kiss and smiled,

“I have ached for this so long Dada,”
she said getting off the couch and
straightening the pallu of her saree.
Grabbing my hand, she made me
stand up and led me to the bedroom.

“Do you really want me Dada?” she

asked.

“Oh God yes, Bandita,” I said unable

to tear my eyes off her full breasts
and her nipples visible through the
sheer fabric of the pallu covering
them, “But even more that that, I
want to taste you.”

“Taste me? My milk?” She asked

astonished that a guy could be
turned on by her lactating breasts.

“All of you…your mouth, every inch

of your body that I find extremely
sexy, the heaven between your legs
and yes, your milk too.” I replied
honestly.

“Really? You want to suck it out of

my breasts?” she asked astonished,
“I want you to take me in any way
you want to, Dada, please. I need to
feel wanted, desired and loved.”
I pulled her pallu exposing her full
breasts. In spite of being full of milk,
they were not sagging, they were
creamy and firm with her nipples set
high and proud. Instinctively, her
hands covered her boobs. I pulled
her saree off and tossed it on the
floor. Laying her down on her back, I
grabbed her hands and moved them
aside, admiring her hard perky
nipples. There was some Holi color
sprinkled on her breasts.

“Wow Bandi,” I said admiring her full

breasts and curvy nakedness above
the waist, “I want you so bad.”
Bending down, I first licked the Holi
colors off her belly and proceeded to
kiss and lick her all over her belly. I
licked her navel and probed it with
my tongue, making Bandita moan. I
kissed and licked her right to the
edge of the petticoat. Hungry for her
breasts, I next turned my attention
to them, licking the Holi colors off
both her breasts before taking one
hard nipple in my mouth. She
groaned in pleasure as I sucked her
hard.

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” Bandita moaned,

grabbing my hair and pulled me to
her as I sucked her hungrily. While I
took turns licking, sucking and biting
it, I reached down and untied her
petticoat. Sliding my hand inside, I
started stroking her pussy over her
panties. Within a minute or so, I felt
the first drop of milk trickle out and
into my mouth.

“Oh maaaa….” Bandi groaned as her

milk flooded my mouth and I sucked
her like a baby, drinking her warm,
delicious milk.

“Wow! Bandi…you’re just too

yummy,” I moaned into her nipple,
feeling her panties start to moisten.

“You really like it, Dada?” Bandi

asked between moans as her body
squirmed under me.

“Oh God yes, you’re just incredibly

delicious. You don’t mind me
drinking your milk do you?”

“Mind? You are making me so wet. I

wished Shoumik would want to milk
me, but he didn’t. I would like you to
empty both of them if you want to,”
she said, pressing my head into her
boob.

I sucked on both her nipples one by

one. For close to half an hour I
milked her divine tits. Somewhere
along the way, she pulled my tracks
and underwear down and started
stroking my shaft. Somewhere along
the way, my hand slid inside her
panties and a couple fingers entered
her. I started moving my fingers in
and out of her, while rubbing her clit
with my thumb, continuing to feed
off her breasts.

She kept moaning and thrusting her

hips in rhythm with my fingers, that
were going gradually faster and
faster. When her orgasm hit, she
screamed and shook, bringing back
memories of the night at my place
when I had heard her scream over
and over with erotic pleasure.

“Oh Dada,” she moaned as her

orgasm started subsiding, “you have
no idea how long I have ached for
this.”

“I am far from done Bandi…” I

replied, “I am going to enjoy you all
day, if you will let me.”
“I am all yours Dada,” she replied
with a contented smile, licking her
lips.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I licked

her cum off my fingers, “Yummy,” I
said winking at her and making her
blush. “I want to eat you till you cum
in my mouth. I want to taste you
right out of your pussy.”

“Oh God Dada, Soumik hated going

down on me” she groaned, “would
you really want to eat me?”

In reply, I pulled her panties down

and took them off, admiring her
glistening shaved pussy. Spread her
legs wide, I bent down and bit her in
the groin, mere inches from her
opening. Bandita shrieked with
pleasure. I sucked and bit into her
groin on either side of her pussy,
driving her wild. She kept trying to
push her pussy towards my mouth,
but I sucked, licked and kissed her all
around.

“Don’t torture me Dada,” she

begged.

Finally, I relented and licked her all

along her slit before focusing my
attention on her swollen clit. I licked
it with fast strokes of my tongue
before closing my lips around it and
sucking.

“Ummmmmmmmm” Bandita
moaned, her lips pursed and eyes
closed. She was gushing with juices
and I licked them right out of her
pussy, sliding my tongue deep into
her to suck up her nectar.

“Oh maaaaaa!!!!!!!” She screamed

and came for a second time after I
ate her for about fifteen minutes,
flooding my mouth with her delicious
cum. I ate her right through her
orgasm, making it last.

“WOW! Dada!!!!” she panted after

her orgasm passed, “you are
incredible.”

“No Bandi, you are,” I said, “I could

eat you all day if you will feed me
that incredibly delicious cum out of
your pussy.”

“Really?” she asked, “you like my

cum so much?”

“You have no idea,” I said reaching

up and squeezing her boobs and
nipples and taking her pussy back in
my mouth and sliding my tongue
into her.

After a few minutes, her boobs

started leaking again and she
exploded in my mouth with yet
another orgasm.

“Maaaaaaaa….aaaaahhhhhhhh….wo
w!” she said panting once the
orgasm passed. “Shoumik hated to
eat me, he hated my breasts too
after they started lactating” she said
pulling my face up from her pussy
and making me look into her flushed
face and her gorgeous eyes. “He said
it was disgusting. I can’t believe you
enjoy the two things he hated.”

“He doesn’t know what heavenly

treasures he missed out on Bandita,”
I said honestly licking her trickling
cum off her pussy. “I could just keep
eating you and milking you all day
long.”

“Later,” she promised, “I want to feel

you inside me now….please.” she
said, guiding my shaft to her opening
and rubbing it against her wetness.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” she groaned as

I entered her, burying myself to the
hilt in her tight and smoldering hot
pussy. “You are huge Dada! I can feel
you so deep inside me.”

She was tight around my shaft as I

started moving in and out of her,
sucking in her tits and milking them
hungrily.

“Jore…aro jore” she moaned, urging

me to go faster and harder. As I
picked up the tempo, she kept
asking me to go faster and harder till
my shaft was pounding her like a
piston.

“I am cumming again Dada, don’t

stop,” she groaned. I was so close to
cumming myself, but I didn’t want
this to end yet. I also wanted her to
cum in my mouth, so I stopped.

Pulling out of her, I took her pussy in

my mouth again, eating her till she
came…her honey gushing in my
mouth. By the time she was done, I
had recovered from the brink of
cumming myself. I entered her again
and resumed milking her. When I
came close to cumming, I pulled out
again and ate her till I was ready to
pound her pussy again.

Before that day, I had never lasted

beyond 5-10 minutes during the first
round of fucking. The every
subsequent time always lasts longer.
But using the breaks while I ate and
milked her as recovery time, I
fucked, milked and ate her for close
to half an hour. She came twice and
each time my mouth was there to
eat her cum right off her gushing
pussy.

“Bas Dada, kitna khaoge?” (enough

Dada, how much will you eat me?)
she asked gasping for breath.

“Oh fuck Bandi…..” I groaned, “you

are just incredible. I just don’t want
this to end.”

“I don’t want it to end either Dada,

but I want your cum inside
me….please cum in me,” she
begged. This time, I didn’t pull out,
but kept drilling her, even when I
was close to cumming.

“Oh God Bandi, you are so tight. I am

going to cum,” I groaned, moments
away from my climax.

“Wait for me Dada, please wait for

me,” she moaned and groaned,
thrusting her hips to my rhythm
while I pounded her and sucked her
tits. It was hard to hold on, but I kept
slamming her, knowing that she’d
already had a hysterectomy and
there was no risk of pregnancy. She
was thrusting her hips, her eyes
closed, lips pursed, her hands tightly
gripping the bed sheet.

“Nowwwwwwwwwwww……oh
maaaaaaaaaaa……” she screamed,
grabbed my butt, pulled me into her,
and exploded all around my shaft. As
her pussy muscles contracted and
sucked my shaft, I exploded, filling
her will load after load of my cum.

I collapsed on her once spent. We lay

that way, my limp cock still inside
her, caressing each others’ bodies.
Her silky smooth skin against me
was pure sexual electricity and I
kissed her lovingly.
“That night when you stayed at my
place,” I said, “I heard you moan and
scream through the night and
thought Shoumik was one lucky
dude. Now I know what a fool he
was. You are far more incredible than
I could have ever imagined.”

“Stop teasing this fat girl,” she said,

mock slapping my arm.

“Not teasing at all,” I said, panting

into her neck, “You aren’t fat. Your
curves make you even more sexy
than you were before. I could fuck
you all day and then all night and
still not have enough.”

“Liar,” she said, biting my ear.

“I will prove it to you,” I said into her

pretty eyes.

Over the next 24 hours, I fucked her

six more times, creaming her pussy
each time. When I my shaft wasn’t
inside her fucking her pussy, I was
either eating her to orgasm after
orgasm or feeding on her milk.

Like the first time, I kept pulling out

from the brink of cumming and ate
her or milked her till the need to
explode passed.

She enjoyed feeding me — from both

her boobs and her pussy. Just the
way her orgasms got me hard, me
eating and milking her seemed to
turn her on. We didn’t get a wink of
sleep that night and by the time the
sun rose the next day, we were both
beyond exhausted.

“Bas Dada,” she groaned after I

came inside her, “I will die.”

“I just want to keep fucking you,

eating you and milking you Bandi…”

“I believe you,” she said panting

heavily, “but leave something for
another day.”

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I ate, fucked and milked her at every

opportunity for the next few months.
We spent hours and days in bed,
doing absolutely nothing but fucking.
Neither of us seemed to get enough
of the other. The more I fucked her,
the more I wanted to fuck her.
Eventually, one day she told me that
one of her colleagues seemed to
have a crush on her.

“It was just a matter of time Bandi…”

I said undressing her and pulling her
to me, “I knew you would find
someone who truly appreciates you.”
“I doubt, anyone can ‘appreciate’ me
sexually the way you have these
past few months.” she said putting
aerial quotes around the ‘appreciate’
as she spoke, “just the thought of
your mouth on my nipples makes
them leak now, just thought of you
eating me makes me wet.”

“Well, you can call me anytime,” I

said with a wink bending down and
taking a naked nipple in my mouth.
It erupted as I sucked it, her milk
flooding my mouth. Gulping it down,
I added, “as long as you let me eat
you and milk you to a few orgasms
at least.”

“I will hold you to that promise,” she

said, leading me to the bed. It was
Friday evening and we stayed awake
through Friday night, took a few
hours nap on Saturday. Fucked
through Saturday and Saturday
night. Napped for a few hours on
Sunday and fucked right through
Sunday and Sunday night. By the
time she left on Monday morning,
her pussy was dripping cum, every
inch of her body was sore and she
could barely walk. That was the most
intense weekend of incessant
fucking she and I had — I guess
because both of us felt this could be
the last time we did it.

I did fuck Bandi on three more

occasions after that weekend. But
those are different stories for
another time. She’s now happily
married a second time and hasn’t
taken me up on my offer. That
probably means that her second
husband treats her well in every
respect. I sure hope he does.

THE END