Journey From Milf To Slut

Before we jump to the story, a small introduction, I am Neeraj from Kolkata. You can reach me on hangout – kolkataboyneeraj. I would appreciate feedback if I have made your pussy wet or your dick hard.

The heroine of this story narrates the story of the devar’s first-time sex with his bhabhi. Let’s hear it from her.

Once upon a time, there was a milf who turned out to be a slut for society. I am a huge fan of Paulo Coelho. Hence, I borrowed this line from his novel to introduce myself.

I am Usha, age 43, from Noida. I have been living all my life on my terms until the mayhem broke. I was married at the early age of 18 to Tushar, a businessman, and an active investor. My life was quite boring. In the first year of marriage, Tushar and I have had sex just 15 times. I was starving badly for it.

By the second year of marriage, I was blessed with a baby boy. We named him Nishant. After Nishant’s birth, I saw many men had their eyes on me. Especially my brother-in-law Harish. Harish was the younger brother of Tushar, and he used to work along with him in the business.

Harish was married to Avantika. Harish would find an excuse to come into my room. He would help me with household chores and other things like giving a bath to Nishant, changing his nappies, etc.

I started feeling for Harish. He became my best buddy. Avantika disliked it, but still, Harish didn’t stop helping me.

One fine day, everyone went to a function, but I didn’t go. Nishant was not comfortable with Noida’s cold. So, we stayed back. Seeing this, Harish also decided to stay back. He thought someone must be at home if I needed any help.

Everyone left. Harish and I were sitting in my room and talking about random things. That’s when Nishant started crying.

“Harish, I think he is hungry. Do you mind going out so that I could feed him?”

“What’s the problem in feeding him in front of me, Bhabhi? After all, Brother-in-law is also a younger kid.”

“Hahaha, very funny. But now, my brother-in-law is quite grown-up who makes his wife moan like hell,” I couldn’t control the secret and laugh out hard.

“When did you hear her?” Harish didn’t expect such a reply.

“Last night. I got up to drink water. But, the bottle was empty. So I had to go to the kitchen. While going, I heard her moans. I came back after refilling my bottle, and I could still hear her moans. Why you’re so hard on the poor girl?” I laughed.

“I thought girls like this way.”

“Hmmm. And, you’re saying you’re just a little kid. Hahahaha,” I tried pulling his leg.

“Trust me, Bhabhi. I am harmless. You can feed Nishant in front of me. If you’re still uncomfortable, I shall leave,” Harish said.

I paused for a few seconds and looked into his eyes. His eyes had done the X-ray work of my chest. Moreover, I also wanted to see how far does it go.
“Ok, Harish. No problem. You may sit and watch.”

I started removing my blouse hooks from the bottom. I removed three hooks from the bottom and pushed my bra up. I gently pulled my left boob out and pushed Nishant’s lips on them.

I was watching Harish closely. He was trying hard to resist himself. His eyes fixated on the exposed part of my boob. Harish was so lost that he didn’t realize that I was observing him.

“Uhh,” I cleared my throat to disturb the imagination of Harish. Harish looked at me. He didn’t say a word. He just kept staring into my eyes. Nishant was asleep, so I adjusted a little bit to make him sleep. I put him to sleep in a cot and took a look at my saree.

My left boob was out. The milk was still dripping from my light brown nipple. My nipple was perky. I saw Harish. He was looking at them like a hungry baby. I felt bad about it. I came close to Harish and asked him if he liked them.

“Yes, Bhabhi,” He said readily.

“But you are not a small baby anymore. And you’re also married. It won’t be right.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But let me enjoy the view, Bhabhi. I won’t ask you to feed me. But, if you don’t mind, can I see your pair of boobs?”

I was shocked. I didn’t expect him to say this. I was afraid as well as excited. Half of me was asking me to shed the boundaries and enjoy the moment. A part of me was asking me to stay within limits. I was confused in this tug-of-war. I decided to hear out my soul. I wanted to enjoy the moment.

“Harish, I shall show you my boobs. But promise me, this will never go out of this room,” I said, to which Harish agreed instantly.

I started removing the pallu of my saree. My breast line was quite big, and the cleavage was quite deep. I could see Harish’s eyes were popping out from his socket. I started unhooking my blouse. Soon my blouse was out. Only the bra was left in my upper body.

The bra was wet due to milk flow. I seductively removed my bra. My pair of boobs were out. They were not round but firm. My nipple was getting hard with each passing moment. I came near to Harish and stood in front of him. Harish looked at my boobs like a small kid.

“Do you want them?” I asked Harish. He was still glancing at my nipple.

“Yes, Bhabhi,” he could barely utter this.

I came close to him and held his head high. I made an eye-contact with him. “Take the feed quickly before someone comes.”

He didn’t wait for me to complete the line. He grabbed my left boob and bit hard to suck the milk out of it. With the first drop in his mouth, he let out a soft moan. He held my butts firmly, and he was sucking my boobs wildly. As if he had been hungry for milk for a long time.

He shifted to my right boob and bit it hard too. I closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth of his breath on my boobs. Unknowingly, I let out a soft moan. I was unable to control it anymore. I put my hand on his hair and pulled his head on my boobs harder.

I barely left any space for him to breathe. He was sucking my boobs like there is no tomorrow. I was letting out the moan while he was madly sucking my boobs and biting them. I was wet like hell. Slowly, he got up from the bed and pushed me towards the wall.

My boob was still inside his mouth. He slowly pushed his hand in my petticoat. I tried stopping him but in vain. I gave up after a while. His hand reached to my love-hole. His fingers were doing magic on me. In this entire two years span of my marriage, I was never so wet and wild.

I was unable to control my moans any further. “Aaahhhh! Just do it like this, Harish. Fuck baby. I have never felt so special. I love it, sweety,” I cried out loud.

“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. Today, I shall fulfill all of your desires. Tonight I will make you feel special,” saying this, Harish pulled the knot of my saree, and it came down swiftly. I was in just a petticoat and panties inside. He didn’t wait even for a moment and pulled my petticoat down.

I tried to hide my wetness on my panties with my hand. Harish grabbed me from my belly and pushed me on the bed. In one swift move, my panties were out. It was clean shaved, and pussy juice was oozing out of it. It was glistening more than other times.

Harish came between my legs and placed his tongue on my pussy. His sharp tongue buds jolted my clit. I held the bedsheet tightly. He started moving his tongue on my clit. The circular movement of his tongue was creating enough sensation around my pussy.

I was oozing much harder. He pushed his tongue inside my pussy and licked the inner walls. I was desperate to fuck him.

“Harish, don’t tease me anymore, baby. Just fuck me now. I am ready to do anything you want, but right now, please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” I pleaded.

“Are you sure, Bhabhi? You won’t be able to say No to me ever,” Harish said.

“I promise you shall get whatever you want. But, make me moan harder, make me scratch your back with my nails. Make me your bitch. Just fuck me as hard as you want,” I pulled him up to smooch him hard. I held his cock in his loose pajama. He loosened the knot, and I pulled his cock from his undies.

From what I felt, his length was much larger than my husband, Tushar. I rubbed it slowly on my pussy lips and placed it on my pussy. It was so wet that it didn’t require any force from his end. It slid and lost in the depth of my pussy.

“Aah Fuck. Your dick is far better than Tushar,” I complimented him.

“Really, Bhabhi? You think I am better than my brother?” Harish asked.

“Anyday. Fuck your bhabhi like a slut. She is all your sweety. Fuck me the way you want to. I am all yours,” I said. I wrapped my legs around his waist to let him explore the depth of my pussy a little more. He was thrusting me hard. Soon he asked me to come into doggy. I got on all four, and he pushed his giant dick in my pussy. It was the first time I saw his meaty cock. It was around 7”, completely wet and glistening with my pussy juice. The pink top was shining like armor.

He started drilling me harder. His cock was touching the new depth of my pussy which was not explored to date.

“Harish. You’re so good in it, baby. I am so close to cum,” I grinned as my inner walls started contracting. My legs shivered like a volcano was about to erupt. He was still fucking me like a mad bull. I was left with no energy in me. He was fucking me harder.

“Bhabhi, what do you think? How’s you devar in performance?” Harish asked.

“He is just wonderful. I am happy that he stayed back tonight,” I said.

“Bhabhi, can I ask you a favor?” Harish looked at me with his cock still surfing the depth of my pussy.

“Aah, sweety. You don’t need my permission. You have given me so much pleasure. Do whatever you want to. I have no issues,” I rested my head on the pillow to suppress my moans.

He stroked me for a while and came hard inside me. I was fulfilled. He pulled out after his last drop paved his way in my pussy. I grabbed his dick and sucked it for a while to clean it and taste his cum’ droplets. I cleaned it completely and fell back on my pillow once again. It was one hell ride.

We took a rest for a while and got up to clean the mess. The bedsheet was in a complete mess. It had a wet patch on a large part. This was a victory for Harish. He made me cum so hard. We changed the bedsheet and took a shower. I wore my saree back, and Harish went into his room.

After a while, he came into my room, looking puzzled.

“What happened, Harish? You’re looking a little puzzled,” I asked him.

“Bhabhi… I just … I….”

“Say it, Harish, what happened?” I asked him.

“I came inside you. I am afraid….”

“So you’re afraid to be a father of my child?” I looked at him with a smile.

“No, it’s not that Bhabhi. But, will it not cause trouble to us?”

I got up from bed and came to Harish and hugged him. “Even if I get into trouble, I would be happy to get pregnant with you,” I kissed his lips gently.

His eyes went teary, and he hugged me tightly. “I wish you get pregnant with me” Harish held me tightly.

Harish’s wish came true. I missed my periods. I was pregnant once again.