Part 19 Introduction to a network

In the previous part I mentioned about a swinging party of lactating women and their husbands. Well I was invited by Sajitha to one such party. Such networks usually operate underground (as I found out) and are usually restricted and invitations are only through contacts and word of mouth. The party that I went to was attended by well to do people in the society. Each group consisted of a Man, his wife (condition being that she has to be lactating), a spinster and a bachelor (both being invited by the couple).

The party begins on a Friday evening, followed by dinner and drinks, then the groups are formed into a “family of 4” (paired such that no one from each original group gets together for the night). This family gets to spend the night (about 12 hours in all) in a room and they have to work together to collect semen from the makes and breast milk from the lactating wife of the family. They can fuck and suck each other as much as they want during the session. At the end of the session, the winner of the largest quantity of semen gets to fuck the winner of the largest quantity of breast milk in front of everyone on Saturday evening. During this time, of course, anyone can fuck around with anyone else.

What follows is my introduction to the network and I take off the break in the story (since I cannot and will not reveal details of the romping session) from where I found my heroine of this part of the story, who turned out to be one hell of a woman whom I still love for her sex and milk.

I was having a ball of time with Sajitha in the office who had been my milkwoman a few years back, so to say. She had been ever willing to satisfy my weird craving for breast milk and also enjoyed getting her own relief by getting humped by me.

This incident happened during one my official visits to Mumbai after having been moved back to Bangalore.

That particular day I found her unually pensive and nervous. I had called her in a few times to take notes for messages to be sent out and every time I got a feeling that she wanted to speak out something but she was holding it back. At the end of that day, I wanted a relief for my raging hardon that I had managed for almost the whole day. I had had my lunch with a supplier and his wife at a nearby restaurant and closed a deal. The woman was smoking hot. Having dressed in a light blue sari with a matching sleeveless blouse, she had shown off more than a normal cleavage and a good side view of her ample breasts to give me a massive hardon. She ended up getting a good business order from me. I was tempted to go all the way, but her man was too powerful in the industry and I was not sure if her anatomical displays were intented to seduce me.

I buzzed Sajitha on the intercom and asked her if she was free. She replied that she would get ready in 5 minutes. 5 minutes later she had entered my cabin, locked the door and had descended on my lap to allow me a suck of her now dried up breasts. She felt my erect cock against her buttocks and smiled.

“You seem to want me very very badly” she asked fondling my erect cock through my trousers.

I nodded vigoursly. She lifted herself off my lap, with her breast still in my mouth. She hiked her sari. I released her tit.

She got down to unzipping my trousers and got them to my ankles in no time. I pulled down my underwear and it joined the trousers at my ankles. My cock stood proudly out, foreskin already withdrawn, exposing the gleaming head. Her eyes brightened and she was about to give me a good suck.

I said,”No foreplay please. Just let me finish it. Bahut dard ho raha hai”
(It’s aching a lot)

She got up, kissed my face. Her boobs were out of her bra and hanging out for me to suck.
She hiked her sari again and holding my cock in her hand, she guided it into her pussy as she descended back on my lap. She moved a bit and began to rotate her hips on me. I held her bums in my hands and began to lift and drop her on my cock. She guided her nipple to my mouth and I began to suck on her teats.

I rocked her on my lap and I knew I couldn’t last long. I closed my eyes and fantasised the vendor’s wife on my lap and that I was suckling her milk. And soon I sent out my own deep up into Sajitha’s vaginal tunnel. I collapsed back on the chair and she slumped forward on my chest. I was still sucking her.

She slowly got up as my cock slipped out. She got down on her knees to clean my cock with her tongue. She dropped her sari. She pushed her breasts back into her cups, and buttoned her blouse. She adjusted her hair. She was continuously looking at me. I asked her,”Is something bothering you? Do you want to tell me something?”

She sighed a bit and took a chair close to me.

Almost whispering to me, she said, “Gopal Sir. I don’t know how to tell you this. I only hope you won’t feel bad or thing wrong about me”

“Tell me Sajitha. You know I cannot do so. Tell me. Do you want some money or something?”

“No..No..” she shook her head.

I waited. She paused and took a deep breath. She hesitated.
“Promise me Sir that you will not have any wrong ideas about me”

I took her hands in mine and said,”Please tell me”

She said,” Sir, I have not told you this earlier. My husband and I had been members of a group. A very unique group actually.” She paused.

I raised my eyebrows. “Okay…” I said prodding her to continue.

“We swap” she said.
She had dropped a bomb on me. I pushed back into my chair.

“What?” I almost screamed.
She looked around anxiously, almost pleading, “Please Sir. Don’t shout”

I calmed down and nodded asking her to continue.

“How long?” I asked.

“During 2002, Sir” she whispered.
“I can’t imagine you into this. How come? You were so shy and conservative when I tried to seduce you and blackmailed you with the videos?”

“Sir…I did not want you to get into problems. We used to swap every weekend and we do it without condoms or any protection. So I was not sure that if I had told you earlier you would have done it. I wanted you as badly as you wanted me. You saw it correctly in the cam recordings. I would fantasise you when I masturbated. It also increased my lactation.”

“But you were pleading with me that I should not fuck you regularly, while all along you were actively involved in sex with other men?”

“Yes Sir. Like I said, I did not want to take any risk with you. Besides you are my boss and we were doing all this in the office”

“Now after all this, tell me one thing. Does your husband know that you breast fed me and that we are still fucking each other?”

She nodded and looked down. “Bijoy has no objection. He also has his quota of women in his office.”

Now this was another relevation to me. I sat back trying to comprehend what she had just told me.

“Why did you tell this to me today?” I asked.
“I have an invitation for you Sir” she said.

Another question mark on my face and she read it.

“Sir this is not just a normal swapping.” She paused.
“Then.?”

“This is a group sex activity” , she said.
This woman was like adding spice with every statement.

“Can you please explain completely at one go. I can’t take this bits and pieces of your story”

“Well sir” she began, “This is a party. It is a swapping party, but of a very different kind. Participation is by invitation only and couples are invited. Condition is that the woman has to be lactating. They have to get one bachelor and one spinster to this party. The spinster can be a virgin or not, doesn’t matter. Every weekend we have this party hosted by one couple; the wife should be lactating and they also have their own bachelor and spinster.

On the Friday of the week, in the evening, we all assemble and we drop our car keys and lipstickcases in to a bag. Alphabetically first the men are called to pick up the key and lipstick, and they pick up to pair with the spinsters. The wives come next to pickup the bachelors. Then the couples are paired up in the same way.”

“So”, I interrupted, “you have four in a so-called team. A man, a lactating wife, a bachelor and a spinster”

“Yes. Now this is a team. We have four or five such teams usually. They are given about 12 hours to spend the time together. But there is a competition. Every team has to collect breast milk from the lactating woman in cups or jars. And every team has members fucking, but the semen at the time of ejaculation is collected in cups. Men don’t ejaculate into the women. Points are given on predecided criteria. The man with the highest semen contribution then fucks the woman with the most breast milk contribution in front of everyone. After the competition actually that is on Saturday afternoon, anyone can fuck anyone, but the woman has to agree to it. If she refuses, he cannot force her to have sex. But blow jobs and cunt licks and anything that has no penetration can be demanded and the woman has to oblige.”

“Wow. This is one swapping party I would love to be at” I exclaimed almost involuntarily.

She caught on that and said, “That is exactly our invitation to you Sir. We want you to attend this party, starting tomorrow evening. Though you are married you have to pose as a bachelor. And let me tell you Sir, that you will have a time that is unforgettable. You will thoroughly enjoy it and will want more.”

She waited for my reply. “I don’t mind giving it a try. But who is your spinster?” I asked.
“Sir, you are not coming with us. I am not lactating, so we are out of this circuit. You will be a part of another couple’s group. This couple was searching for a bachelor and spinster and I proposed your name and Monica’s name.”

“Monica? Who Monica? The one in your neighbouring cubicle?” I asked with some incredulity on my face.

She nodded and smiled. “I had told her about this a few months back and she was waiting for me to invite. But this couple, Indrani and Dhruba lost their spinster and bachelor out of the network recently and they were looking for some good company. So I thought Monica and you would be good company and you have to tie up with them. I gave them my word that you would come. Monica was already ready for this.”

I said “Okay?”
“Well, My brother Ajith and his wife Lathika will be going. I have informed him about you and Monica and they will take care of you. Ajith has asked his client from Pune, Ms. Tanuja to come. And there is John. A real stud and he is Lathika’s cousin.”

“And Lathika is lactating?” I asked for clarity.
“Yes she is. She gave birth to a baby a few months back and she has been cleared by her gynaec to have regular sex”

“How old is she?
“I think she is 30, Sir”

I thought for a moment as to what I was getting into. It was more of an adventure for me.

“Okay. I am game. Let me know when and where I should be, so that I can plan accordingly.”
“Everything is set Sir. You have to pickup Monica tomorrow evening and then drive down to this farm house. I will give you the address later in the evening tomorrow. Thank you very much Sir.”

“Most welcome Sajitha. Love you dear”, and saying so, I pulled her back on my lap. She sat sideways and got the cue. She opened up her blouse again, pulled up her bra and fed me her right breast. I suckled on her warm flesh drawing on the nipple.

Later that evening, I proceeded to drop Sajitha at her place. On the way, I asked her for more details. Was there anyone I knew or should I look out or be ready for something.

“You don’t know anyone there other than Monica and if you could say, Ajith and his wife Lathika.” Then she giggled.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You have to look out for two girls, Neha and Shareen”
“Why?”

“They are too good”
“Means?”

“Both are lactating and for the last six months it seems either of the two has been competing for the highest volume of breast milk. Last week Shareen broke her own long time record.”

“How much?”
“I think they milked her for about 450 ml”

“Wow this Shareen is a real cow”, I thought.
“And Neha?”

“She is better than Shareen. Both are actually perfect fucks and sucks. Except for the face, they have similar bodies. It seems she crossed 500 ml once but she also has been hovering around 450 ml. I don’t know for sure but it seems these two girls are very competitive during the weekends but are friends on other days.”

We had arrived very close to her house and she dropped off saying that she was looking forward to hearing from our experiences of the weekend.

Later that night, she sent an sms to me. “Sir u have good potential. Am confident that u will win and get to fuck one of the 2 girls”

I sent back a reply: “?”
She: I know now. V hv done it so many times. I know how much u cum.

I sent a smilie to her and a kiss and a heart icons.

Next day was as usual in the office and my morning began with Sajitha sitting on the table offering her breasts to suck and pussy to lick, and taking my cum in her pussy. I came in a huge load inside her and she almost made a mess of my table by not using the tissue in time.

In the evening she sent a reminder sms to pick up Monica before leaving office. I had come prepared with an extra set of clothes that she had recommended. She had smsed me the address and I drove my car with Monica. We made our initial introductions and shared our background and how we looked forward to this party.

Monica is a 23 year old chick sporting a proud pair of 32C mammaries on her chest. This was going to be her first time for such an experience. She had a good round arse. We had a two hour or so drive to this place and I struck a conversation with this babe. I had seen her before but never gave her a second look. Sajitha and her sexy body had taken much of my vision, clouding the rest.

I asked her casually, “Have you been fucking around?”
She looked at me, propbably wondering what to reply to a senior most office colleague. She replied, “I am not a virgin at least”

“Anyone from the office I know?”
She looked at me from the corner of her eye and said, “Almost every eligible bachelor in my section”

I turned towards her in partial shock.

“Any bosses?”
“Khurana”

“Who does your appraisal?” I asked.
“Sir. It is you”

“You want a favourable one?” I asked.
“I am doing my job well sir. Don’t need any reco. What are you trying to tell me?”

She was smart.
“Get in bed with me and you can get a raise of 10% more than average hike. You have one due next week right?”

She nodded and let out a muted ‘hmmm’

I placed my hand over her thigh. She squirmed a bit but soon settled down to the feeling of being caressed.

I did not go beyond this. I had been told my Sajitha to preserve my strength for the evening and the day after.

This time it was in one person Harmeet’s farm house near Lonavala. It was an exquisite house when we reached there. We were surprised to be greeted by a eunuch. I gathered later that he was an employee of one chap named Vijay and he worked at their house. Vijay usually lent him out for such network events.

I WILL NOT CONTINUE WITH THIS NARRATION.

In a summary, at the party I turned out to be the winner with the largest semen ejaculation (they have a very efficient and time tested method to measure) and I got to have sex with two women who were tied for the top position with the largest contributors of breast milk during the previous night, Shareen and Neha. Both were wonderful creations for mankind and over the two days I spent there I was sort of addicted to breast milk (it was always my fetish until then) and I longed to fuck the two women separately. Unfortunately for me, Neha was a US resident and she and her husband returned a week later back to the US. I spoke to Asif, Shareen’s husband and offered her a job in my company in Bangalore. Please read what follows next. It might seem a very improbable episode for many, but I assure you readers that it is 100% true. I was surprised myself that such women exist in this world. Shareen had immense hunger for sex and she lactated like a leaking milk tanker. She never seemed to get empty.