Saga Of A Music-Duo In Films – Part II

By : Menka

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This is Menka Bhatia. One of my episodes in life has been recently published in “Indian Sex Stories” under a caption — ‘Saga of a Music-duo in films’ in ‘Couple’ categories. Sushmit is a like-minded friend of mine who knows about my stories and he wrote one and sent, without initially taking our permission. But it is okay with us. I or he will be sharing many now.

Here is another [recent incident] which I want to share with the ISS readers. I have two important males in my life, one is Babu, a music-composer and my mentor in the realm of ‘jingle-singing’, and Ajay, my man Friday. Babu has already fathered a child with me, although socially still I am known as a ‘single’

Sexually, I am multi-orgasmic, very horny, and fond of both ‘quickies’ and long sex trysts. On the other hand, Babu is also equally fond of experimental sex, especially voyeurism. Well, this incident happened thus: on last Friday we were recording some jingles in a small music-studio at Versova. It began from evening, and continued.

I was wearing a loose U-necked white top and blue jeans. Work was going on well and in full swing. The entry-door of the studio was shut and bolted from within so that no ‘outsiders’ could come in to disturb us. Music was already pre-recorded, I was only voice-dabbing. Inside were only 4 people — me, Babu, and the recordist Zafar, a young handsome boy of hardly 23 years, and one his younger friend, aged hardly 19, Sanjay by name. From the beginning I liked these two boys and desired them in mind.

And while at leisure after the 1st assignment I whispered to Babu what I was thinking of those two boys. Babu smiled and asked me in whisper: “Do you want them here itself ?” I winked at him, with a naughty smile. Babu now looked getting excited in anticipation. He further suggested me in whisper : “then go to toilet, and change a bit”. I understood what he was wanting, and I went to toilet, taking my small bag alongwith. There I yanked off my top, then took off my bra and kept the undone bra inside my bag, and again donned the top.

Through the mirror in my front I saw I was looking damn hot and sexy. And if I leaned forward a little, anyone before me could clearly see the contour of the pair of my full breasts, now slightly heavy and abounded with milk. I smiled to myself, and felt elated at the tremendous sex-appeal of my firm breasts, tipped with dark areola. I came back to recording chamber.

Now I started chatting with Zafar and Sanjay in a manner as if I had known them since years! Babu was smiling naughtily. I was sitting on a single chair, opposite theirs. And after some time, as planned, on a pretext to adjust my chappals, I leaned forward, thus facilitating those two boys with a sudden scope to see my full breasts.

Next moment as I leaned back I saw the clear lust in their eyes for me; their eyes were now fixed on my youth-overflown breasts. Seeing their lust for me I felt very horny and I was now already wet. The atmosphere in the room was gradually capturing a situational change. . . To create more sexual tension in those two, I leaned forward once again, now deliberately in such a was that they could make out that I was alluring them.

I leaned forth in a gesture that my breast-domes flattened against my thighs, so that the pressure on breasts could make them ooze my lactic fluid. And in a couple of seconds my breast-milk started oozing out from taut nipples. I knew about my condition and therefore was sure that soon the milk-flow would assume a continuous dripping, drenching the portion of white-hued cotton top-material around the front. And it began. . . I smiled to myself, and further leaned to ease them with full view of my breasts, once again, now lactating in drops. .

I remained in that position for at least half a minute, then again leaned back. Now the moment I leaned back the wet cloth-material simply got glued to my front down the bosom, poking my skin through the wet translucency (caused by milk-flow inside). I found their eyes popping out in a mixed emotion of amazement fascination and lust. I felt elated to have teased them in an odd fashion.

Suddenly Babu asked me to go to voice-dubbing chamber for the next jingle. By now evening had aged into early night. I got up, and cast a look at my ‘secret husband’ Babu; our eyes met and smiled together in tacit understanding. I walked out to the dubbing-chamber, situated behind the recording-chamber. My dubbing started. After two/three takes, Babu’s instruction echoed: “ make your tone more sensual, the sensual flavour is not properly reflecting in your voice, dear”.

I resumed singing. Babu again cut it, and then said out, “Menka, think someone is foreplaying with you. . .and you are getting aroused, and excitement overtaking your soul and manifesting in your vocal tone…” I laughed and (purposefully) yelled: “how can it be, when none is playing with my body! I am a singer, and not actress. In that case I need someone to help me capture such emotion”. Babu then talked out with all three, and said out, “ok, I am arranging it; do not get embarrassed and shy. Just try to assume the exact emotion”. I smiled and okeyed it.

Next moment I saw the recordist Zafar entering my chamber. I came and pulled me into his embrace, straightway, without any word. And his eager mouth came over mine. Immediately I responded to him by opening my mouth to let his lusty tongue invade mine. We lost in a French-kiss, in deep passion.

While kissing me, Zafar’s one hand came over one my breast that overflown his strong palm! He started cupping the breast, and the harder he cupped the more was the milk-flow; it simply squirted out in jet into his underpalm, and teemed down.

I was shut-eyed; my mouth was sealed against Zafar’s. And I did not know when the other two boys had entered the room. Suddenly I felt another hand rolling up my top, and exposed a breast fully, and a mouth engulfed its grapelike nipple. And in no time I felt a strong suction on that breast and a huge milkflow instantly gushed out into his mouth which he began consuming with a gusto. Although I was still shut-eyed, I knew it was Zafar’s friend tasing my milk.

After a prolong kiss Zafar cast me off. I opened my eyes and found I was right — it was Sanjay at my bosom. My face was resplendent with bliss; I always felt very happy whenever I breast-fed an adult mouth. However, then suddenly happened a thing for which I was not ready.

I was about to undo my top etc, but impatiently Zafar and Sanjay just grabbed my top and simply tore it off. I got tensed how I would go home back without a top! My thought faded out as by then two lusty athirst mouths occupied my breasts, one each.

Still in a standing position I continued breast-feeding them. Within a few minutes a tremble pervaded through my spine, and I felt my first orgasm overtaking me. In no time I yelled aloud, pressing those two heads at my breasts against my lactating bosom. I requested them to make love to me in a wild way.

Next moment Zafar uplifted me in his arms and carried me outside and place me down on the studio floor, on my back. And yanked off my jeans and panties. Now I was lying totally naked. Breasts were wet with a kind of foam containing my milk and their saliva. Pubic passage was lubricated with orgasmic outburst. But I was still hungry, and needed a lot of semen to fill my womb, brimfully.

Within next few minutes the full session — a foursome tryst — began with my hubby’s joining them. All were now clothless; Zafar was chosen by me to enter my body. He parted my thighs and his mouth came over my wet vagina. I was moaning aloud; my bosom heaving in pleasure; I was panting either.

As Zafar started eating my pubic nectar, Sanjay and my hubby (Babu) made themselves busy in drying up the milk in my breasts, which they were, especially Sanjay, kneading and pressing at random. Soon I was again overtaken by the paroxysm of another strong orgasm. . .which Zafar consumed with a gusto. I was in seventh heaven, being love-molested by three horny males at a time. I felt a bit pain in my breast-flesh as Sanjay was now biting hard into it.

Giving my full breasts to Sanjay’s liberty, Babu changed his position and knelt beside me and shoved his erection into my eager mouth. Finding Babu in my mouth, Zafar now shoved his huge angry erection into me; I felt his penis-head touching the wall of my womb.

And he started pounding me, with grabbing one my full breast with his strong hands. He squeezed the breasts in perfect rhythm of his thrust against mine. And my firm breast-flesh, with its full resilience and youthful arrogance, rebounded to his every strong squeeze, and milk gushed up against every squeeze and splashed around. Meanwhile Babu had ejaculated in my mouth which I gulped down. And he withdrew from me and was watching us from a little distance. I was tensionfree, that it was a ‘safe day’ and I could receive in my womb as much quantity of sperm as they could offer.

Gradually Zafar was enhancing his tempo of speed of pumping. . .and I felt from his mien and love-sounds he was on the verge of his first climax. My anticipation was correct; within another few moments he thrust himself within me as deeper as he could, and a jet of warm fluid gushed forth into my receptive womb, making me reach another shuddering orgasm with him. And I saw stars. . .and lost in ecstasy, almost senseless.

When I regained sense I found Zafar still inside me, his mouth on my breasts. I felt elated that he was still consuming my nectar from breasts and it was yet to dry down (temporarily). Little later he resumed churning in me. . .and I forgot to count how many orgasms I underwent thereafter, or how many times he filled me with his seed. It all began at about 8 o’clock, and now the time was 10.30 pm. Another two were still awaiting to eat me… At about 11 pm Zafar withdrew from me, and he was now replaced by Sanjay, then finally by my beloved Babu.

Our foursome orgy was over at mid-night or little later. I was totally satiated, satisfied, and spent out. So were other three males. After some rest, now again I stood before the mike to finish our unfinished assignment. And I began voice-dubbing, standing unclothed and excess spam was overflowing and teeming down my inner thighs , while naughty Sanjay, standing behind me, continued to smooch and press my heavily love-teased breasts. . .until my voice-dubbing was finally over. And when it was all over, it was then half past 3. It was a unique experience.

Zafar gave me his shirt, as he stayed back there. And we drove down home at 3.30 am.