Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 32: The Unexpected Bathroom Catch and the Math Tutoring Excuse (Avi and Meena Chachi/Komal)

The next day, I slept for a long time, waking up late. I was immediately stressed about being late for schoool and started rushing through my morning routine. At our home, the bathing schedule is rigid and has been for six years: first, my Suman Chachi (Suman) wakes up, takes a bath, and does her prayers. After Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi wakes up, and after her bath, she starts making breakfast. Then it's my turn to take a bath. Meena Chachi (Meena) is the last to wake up. My uncle wakes up after I've already left for schoool. But before I leave, all three of my chachis kiss me on my forehead.

Today, I woke up so late that I only saw Suman Chachi doing her prayers. Seema Chachi was making breakfast as usual. My uncle's room's door was open, which meant Meena Chachi was also awake.

I quickly grabbed my clothes and rushed to the common bathroom. I used to take a bath in my underwear, maintaining some privacy even in the rush. Since I was late today, I forgot to lock the bathroom door. Because the fresh set of clothes was hanging on the hanger behind the door, I simply didn't put the latch on and started taking a bath quickly.

While I was bathing, my penis suddenly got hard. It had gotten hard after a vivid dream about Mona's sex game.

I pulled off my underwear. My penis was fully hard, stiff and throbbing. It was also hurting a little from the delayed gratification. Remembering Madam’s instruction, I started moving my penis up and down again. The slight pain went away once I focused on the movement. I was so lost in the pleasure and the rush that I completely forgot anyone else was in the house or that I hadn't locked the door. I was entirely in my own world.

As soon as I heard a soft sound behind me—a slight clearing of a throat or the rustle of cloth—I spun around, utterly exposed. I was shocked. I didn't know what to do; I was standing like a statue, my body frozen. In that very instant of intense shock and terror, my semen was involuntarily released.

Meena Chachi  was standing in the doorway, staring, with a fresh set of clothes in her hands. She had clearly come to take her bath. Her eyes were fixed on my penis, which was still fully hard even after releasing the semen. My penis remained stiff despite the fear and the recent ejaculation. My chachi was simply looking at my penis, mesmerized by the sight. I couldn't even grab the towel, as it was on the hanger directly behind my chachi. In a panic, I quickly took my wet underwear and desperately pulled it up, covering my penis.

The sight of me putting my underwear on my penis seemed to bring my chachi back to her senses. Her expression was unreadable—not angry, just intense. She quickly turned and went outside, closing the door behind her without a word.

I grabbed the towel and dried my body quickly, my mind racing. Then I started getting dressed. I was scared about what my chachi would say. What would I tell her? What would happen to me if my chachi told my uncle everything about what she saw?

I came outside, utterly scared. My eyes darted around the house, looking for Meena Chachi, but she was nowhere to be seen. Suman Chachi said, "Avi, hurry up and have breakfast. You're late today." I quickly had my breakfast and rushed out the door to schoool. I decided I absolutely had to talk to Meena Chachi in the afternoon before she spoke to anyone else.

At schoool, the sir was already teaching in class. Since I was late, he made me stand on the bench in class as a punishment. All the students started laughing.

I felt that today was truly a bad day. First, my chachi saw me masturbating, and now I had to stand on a bench in front of the entire class. And on top of that, all the students were laughing at my humiliation. Then my eyes fell on Komal. Everyone was laughing except Komal. She looked genuinely concerned. I felt good that Komal cared about me.

After the first class ended, I was allowed to sit down on the bench. For the rest of the classes, I kept looking at Komal.

Then it was lunch break. I went straight to Komal's desk and started talking to her, using my resolution from yesterday as a necessary distraction.

"Komal, how's your studying going now that Madam has gone?" I asked.

"I'm done with all the subjects except for math... I'm really stuck on those new chapters," she said.

"I know you need help with math," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, I do. And now Madam is also gone, and the sir isn't coming for two months. I'm scared I'll fail in math," she said, sounding genuinely worried and defeated.

"Don't worry," I assured her. "I'll come to your house this evening after homework time and help you," I said, knowing this would be an easy excuse to leave the house and perhaps avoid Meena Chachi until I was ready to talk.

"Thanks, Avi," she said, her face lighting up with relief.

"What for? You're my sister. If I don't help you, who will?" I said, trying to reinforce my role as a good, responsible brother.

After saying that, I went out of the class, feeling a little better now that I had a plan for the evening. There was still time for the lunch break to end.


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## Update 33: Mala Pledges Silence; Avi Secures His Alibi (Avi and Mala/Meena Chachi)

As I came out of the class for the final bell, Mala intercepted me. She looked much calmer now, but her eyes held a deep sincerity.

"Thank you, Avi," she said simply.

"Thank you for what?" I asked, pretending the whole event was just a trivial matter.

"If you hadn't helped me, they would have..." she said, her voice trailing off as the horrifying implication of the previous night's crude conversation became real.

"Forget it. Don't ruin your life thinking about it or feeling scared. Forget it like a bad dream," I advised her, adopting a mature, protective tone. "And stay away from that Mona, no matter what she says."

"I'll teach that Mona a lesson she won't forget," Mala said, her face hardening with anger and the desire for revenge.

"No, don't do that. Otherwise, she'll find out that I helped you by telling you their plan. Then I'll be in serious trouble with her brother," I said, worry about my own safety resurfacing immediately.

"Okay. I won't say anything to her. I promise," she assured me, recognizing the danger I faced.

"Stay with Mona, pretend everything is normal, but keep your distance—don't ever go to that storehouse," I instructed her, suggesting a strategy of careful evasion.

"Okay," she agreed.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the schoool day.

"Bye, Mala," I said.

"Bye, Avi, see you tomorrow," she said, giving me a final look of gratitude.

I went back to class to pack my bag, my thoughts already racing. Until yesterday, no girl in schoool besides Komal ever talked to me, but today, two girls—Mala and Komal—had sought me out. The attention felt like a new kind of power, a direct result of my recent "education."

schoool was over, and on the way home, my anxiety returned. I was deeply scared of Meena Chachi , wondering if she had told the other chachis or if she was waiting to confront me about the bathroom incident.

When I got home, I found out that Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi had gone out together to Mangla Kaki's house. Hearing this, I felt a deep wave of relief—my confrontation was temporarily delayed. I started eating dinner with Seema Chachi, the other aunt. Seeing Seema Chachi acting perfectly normal, I felt reassured that Meena Chachi hadn't told anyone about what happened in the bathroom.

Then I went to sleep, the exhaustion from the stressful day taking over. Around 4 p.m., I woke up, refreshed and ready for my evening plan. I got cleaned up and went to Neha Bua's house with my schoool bag.

On the way, I unexpectedly met Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi walking back from the market. Seeing me with my schoool bag, they stopped and asked me where I was going.

"Chachi, I'm going to Neha bua's house," I said.

"But why are you carrying a bag? You just came home from schoool," Meena Chachi asked, her suspicious nature surfacing.

I was incredibly happy to see my chachi acting completely normal, her voice lacking any hint of the shock or disgust I expected. She was acting as if nothing had happened in the bathroom that morning. I thought: Whatever her reason, I'm safe now, at least from public exposure.

"I'm going to study with Komal," I explained, holding up the bag. "Komal needs my help with her math."

"Komal is better than you in studies, Avi," Meena Chachi countered, still sounding suspicious, likely testing my excuse.

"No, she's weak in math. And Madam is also gone, and there's no sir to teach math in schoool yet," I patiently explained, my story solid.

"Okay. Help her well. If Komal gets good marks in math, your Neha bua will talk to you nicely," Meena Chachi said, the mention of Neha Bua and her approval being the key motivation in her mind.

"I'll help Komal completely," I promised sincerely.

Suman Chachi, who was looking tired, said, "Meena, let's go home. I'm exhausted from walking."

"Yes, let's go. You go too, Avi," Meena Chachi said to me, dismissing me with a wave.

I turned and started walking toward Bua's house, my thoughts now fully focused on Komal. The incident with Meena Chachi was compartmentalized, the immediate danger averted, and I was now on my way to helping my cousin, a mission that felt both noble and strategically convenient.


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## Update 34: Komal's Study Schedule and Avi's Ruler Gift (Avi and Komal/Neha Bua)


I reached Neha Bua's house, and the front gate was opened by Kavita, Komal's younger sister. She was genuinely happy to see me. I went inside and sat on the sofa.

"What is it, bhaiyya? You've come after so many days," Kavita said, her excitement clear.

"What can I do, Kavita? I don't get time because of my studies and tuition," I said, repeating the standard excuse.

"You can come on Sunday, at least," she pressed.

"Not just Sunday, I'll come every day from now on," I promised, securing my daily excuse for leaving the house.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.

"Really," I affirmed.

"You'll come home every single day?" she asked again, wanting full confirmation.

"Yes, to study with Komal," I clarified.

"So you're coming to meet didi (elder sister)? Not me?" she asked, her expression falling slightly.

"No, it's not like that at all. Studying is just an excuse for the adults. I came to meet you," I said quickly, trying to make her feel special and secure her cooperation.

"You'll come at this time every day?" she asked, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Yes, why?" I asked.

"I go to Leena's house to study at this time. But I'll change my time so I can spend time with you," she said, showing her loyalty.

"That's sweet of you. Okay. Where are Komal and Neha bua?" I asked.

"Maa is sleeping, and didi is in her room," Kavita replied.

"Tell Komal that I've come. And then you go to Leena's house to study. Don't worry about me," I instructed.

Kavita rushed down the hall. "Didi, didi, look, Avi bhaiyya has come," she shouted.

Komal came out of her room, smiling. Kavita talked to her for a while, making sure she acknowledged me. Then Kavita went off to Leena's house as planned. Komal took me to her room, which doubled as her study space.

"Your room is nice," I said, looking around, a clean and calm space unlike the chaotic storehouse or the intimate bedroom of Madam.

"Where is it nice? My friend's room is much better than this," she dismissed the compliment.

"I haven't seen her room. I liked your room," I insisted.

"Thanks. Sit down," she said.

I sat next to Komal at the study table. After talking about schoool and other trivial things for a while, we finally opened the books and started studying. Komal's math wasn't as bad as I had thought. In fact, Komal was the topper of our class in every subject except the tricky new math sections. We studied hard for about two hours.

Just then, Neha Bua came quietly into the room. It was the first time I had ever seen a genuine, soft smile on her face. She was clearly pleased to see me helping her daughter. I talked to Bua respectfully for a while. Then Bua went to the kitchen to make tea for us. We also stopped studying, resting on the accomplishment. Komal looked genuinely happy and relaxed.

"I just found out today that math is so easy when someone explains it properly," Komal said, amazed.

"Once you understand a subject well, you don't have to study it again and again, just practice," I said, quoting Madam's old lessons.

"Yes, you're right. I think you'll top in math now," she said, complimenting my skills.

"Math is a subject where even a smart student can fail sometimes if they lose focus," I warned, thinking of my own recent distractions.

"My fear of math has reduced a little just from this one session," she confessed.

"In a few days, all your fear will disappear. Maybe you'll even get more marks than me. You're a fast learner," I said, trying to motivate her further.

"If the teacher is good, the student also learns quickly," she said, giving the credit to me.

"You've become a philosopher," I said, laughing easily with her.

Bua came back with the tea tray. She put the tray on the study table and quickly left again, giving us space. I picked up a cup and went to sit on the edge of the bed to drink it. As I sat down on the bed, I heard a sharp snap beneath me. I instantly got up and looked down, seeing that Komal's plastic ruler was broken into two pieces.

"What did you do, Avi? I just bought that yesterday. You broke it! Now mummy will scold me badly," she said, her face instantly filling with frustration and panic.

"I didn't know the ruler was under the cushion on the bed," I apologized, genuinely feeling bad.

"But how will I study without a ruler tomorrow?" she asked, already picturing the difficulty.

I thought for a moment. I knew exactly where my ruler was—under my bed, right next to Madam's book. "I have two rulers. I'll give you one of mine," I said, realizing this would be the perfect, innocent excuse to retrieve the item I was hiding.

"How can I take it from you? You need it for schoool," she asked, reluctant to accept a favor.

"You're my sister. It's nothing. I'll bring it for you tomorrow," I said. "Now, I should leave. I'm worried Bua will come back soon."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow," I said, determined to leave Bua's house quickly before she found the broken ruler and turned furious. What if Bua found out I was the one who broke it? I couldn't even imagine what she would do to me.

"Bye, Avi," Komal said.

"Bye," I replied, quickly exiting the room and the house, now with a solid, innocent reason to retrieve the ruler and the book.

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## Update 35: Finalizing the Maharaj Plan and Avi's House-Sitting Role (Chachis' Covert Meeting)


After getting home from Bua's house, I quickly completed the homework for my other subjects. The evening's events—the scare from Meena Chachi and the mission to help Komal—had replaced the lingering anxiety about Madam. I ate dinner and went to sleep, my mind settling on the schedule for tomorrow.

Later that night, the three women gathered once more for their covert meeting.

"Meena, why did you go to Mangla's house again today?" Seema Chachi  asked Meena Chachi , referring to the earlier encounter when I saw them returning.

"To ask about the Maharaj. I needed to confirm some details," Meena Chachi replied directly.

"Did you find a man to be the father?" Seema Chachi asked, getting straight to the critical issue.

"Yes, let's say I did," Meena Chachi replied, her tone indicating confidence, though she wasn't ready to reveal his identity.

"Who is he?" Suman Chachi asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Is he from this village, as you suggested?" Seema Chachi asked, recalling the conversation from a few nights ago.

"Yes, he's from this village," Meena Chachi affirmed, confirming her prior, suspicious assertion.

"Is he trustworthy? We need someone discreet who won't expose us," Suman Chachi asked, worried about the social fallout.

"Yes, we can trust him more than ourselves. He has a reason to be silent," Meena Chachi said, her certainty complete. The way she spoke suggested she had a strong hold over this person.

"Who is he, Meena? Tell us now," Seema Chachi insisted, her impatience growing.

"I won't tell you now. I'll tell you after we come back from the Maharaj's ashram," Meena Chachi deflected, maintaining control over the situation.

"Why not now?" Suman Chachi pressed.

"I haven't asked him yet. I need to get the Maharaj's schedule and blessings first, and then approach him with a solid plan," Meena Chachi lied slightly, keeping her options open. The truth was, she likely needed to ensure the timing was right before making her move.

"What if he refuses later, after we've gone to the Maharaj?" Suman Chachi asked, recognizing the risk.

"He won't," Meena Chachi said simply.

"How can you be so sure, Meena?" Seema Chachi asked, amazed by Meena Chachi's level of certainty.

"You leave that to me. I know how to handle this person," Meena Chachi said, dismissing their concerns.

"Okay," Suman Chachi conceded, trusting Meena Chachi's resourcefulness.

"Now there's a small problem remaining," Meena Chachi said, shifting her focus.

"What now?" Seema Chachi asked, sighing.

"We have to convince Avi's chacha (uncle), your husband, about the trip," Meena Chachi stated.

"He'll agree easily. He'll jump with joy at the mention of a son's name—or any baby's name, for that matter," Seema Chachi said confidently.

"We'll ask him tomorrow morning," Suman Chachi decided.

"You both handle that conversation," Meena Chachi said, delegating the domestic task.

"Leave that worry to us. We'll tell him about the Maharaj's blessings, and he'll be ecstatic," Seema Chachi assured her.

"We'll leave this Monday. We have to stay there for a week to complete the full ritual with the Maharaj," Meena Chachi announced, laying out the timeline.

"But what about Avi? Who will look after him and his routine while we're gone?" Suman Chachi asked, always focused on the practicalities of the household.

"We'll keep him at Pooja's house for safety," Meena Chachi suggested.

"But who will look after the house during the day?" Suman Chachi asked, concerned about security.

"Avi will go to Pooja's house to sleep at night. He'll stay here all day to keep watch and study. We'll tell him not to go to schoool for a week, and instead look after the house and his studies," Meena Chachi said, revealing a ready-made plan that would give me unexpected freedom.

"You have a solution for every single problem, Meena," Seema Chachi said, a note of admiration in her voice.

"We'll convince Avi's chacha tomorrow. Get ready for the trip," Meena Chachi concluded.

"Now let's go to sleep. We'll talk about the packing and the Maharaj's demands tomorrow," Suman Chachi said, ending the discussion.

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## Update 36: The Mangla Lie Secures the Maharaj Journey (Avi's Chacha and Chachis)

The next day, I went to schoool, still processing the shock of the morning before and the new study schedule with Komal.

At home, the important, staged conversation was taking place. Meena Chachi was busy in the kitchen, but strategically listening.

"Listen, I need to talk to you," Seema Chachi said to my chacha, initiating the delicate subject.

"Yes, say it," my chacha replied.

"You know Mangla, right? The one who runs the small shop," Seema Chachi asked, setting the groundwork.

"Yes, I know her," my chacha confirmed.

"You know that Mangla had a daughter three years after her marriage, which was quite late," Seema Chachi continued.

"Yes, I remember her husband told me that at the time, expressing his relief," my chacha said, remembering the conversation from years ago.

"Yesterday, Suman didi and Meena went to Mangla's house," Seema Chachi said.

"Yes, so what's new in that? Meena keeps going to Mangla's house for groceries," my chacha said, still missing the point.

"Mangla was telling them that there's a Maharaj nearby. With his special blessings, Mangla had her daughter," Seema Chachi revealed the central lie.

"Her husband never told me that part of the story," my chacha said, his skepticism beginning to surface.

"Should we also meet that Maharaj? We've tried everything else," Seema Chachi asked, planting the suggestion.

"This is an old story, Seema. It must be about twenty years old. Will that Maharaj still be there, and will the blessing still work?" my chacha asked, a little skeptical but with a definite flicker of hope.

"Mangla was saying that she went to meet the Maharaj just last month for some follow-up prayers," Seema Chachi lied smoothly, ensuring my chacha understood the Maharaj was current and active.

"Where is that place, exactly?" my chacha asked, his interest now fully engaged.

"He lives in a remote village about 200 km from here," Seema Chachi said, anticipating his hesitation.

"How can we go that far, and for how long will we need to stay?" my chacha questioned, the practicalities weighing on him.

"We only have to go for a week for the full ritual. Let's try one last time, just to say we did everything. Suman Chachi, you say something to convince him," Seema Chachi said, nudging Suman Chachi for back-up support.

"What should I say, ji? I agree with whatever you decide," Suman Chachi said vaguely, carefully maintaining her neutral position in the discussion.

"Will it truly be worth it to go there? Is it a genuine blessing or just a waste of time and money?" my chacha asked, seeking external validation.

"Look, Mangla got a child, didn't she? We should have faith," Seema Chachi pressed.

"Yes, but..." my chacha started to say, still hesitant.

At the perfect moment, Meena Chachi came into the room from the kitchen, wiping her hands, and said, "What's the harm in going once ? It's just a week. We could get the blessing we've prayed for."

Confronted by all three women and seeing the immense hope in their eyes, my chacha finally gave in. "Okay, whatever you three say. Tell Avi that we're all going on a trip," my chacha said, resigning himself to the plan.

"We can't take Avi with us," Seema Chachi interjected quickly.

"Why not? He'll get bored here alone," my chacha asked, surprised.

"Because the Maharaj insists that only a husband and wife can attend the rituals to gain the blessing. It’s a rule," Meena Chachi said, making up a compelling lie to ensure my absence.

"What will we do with Avi, then?" my chacha asked, worrying about leaving me alone.

"We'll send him to Pooja's house to sleep safely at night. And he'll look after the house and his books all day," Seema Chachi proposed, integrating the plan that Meena had worked out the night before.

"What about his schoool? He'll miss a week of lessons," my chacha pointed out.

"He won't go to schoool for a week. Anyway, he's getting private tuition now, studying with Neha's daughter, so he won't fall behind," Seema Chachi reassured him.

"We have to go this coming Monday," Meena Chachi said, finalizing the timeline.

"You all have already decided everything amongst yourselves, haven't you?" my chacha said, realizing he had no real say. "Okay, let's try this one last time and see if this Maharaj can help."

"I'll make all the arrangements for the journey and the house," Meena Chachi said, taking charge of the logistics. The three women exchanged a knowing glance, their complex plan moving perfectly into motion.

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## Update 37: The Ruler's Secret Mark and the Week Off (Avi and Komal/Mala/Chacha)

During the college lunch break, Mala came to meet me again.

Mala smiled, her expression small and hopeful. “Did you eat lunch?”

“Yes,” I replied, feeling the familiar awkwardness of her focused attention.

She tilted her head, her voice soft and conversational. “How are your studies going?”

“They’re going well,” I said, keeping my answer short, hoping she would take the hint.

“If you have any problems, I can help you. I’m strong in math,” she offered sincerely, stepping slightly closer.

“No, that’s not needed. I’m studying with my sister, Komal,” I stated. It felt strange to have to use Komal as a shield, knowing my relationship with Komal was the only truly innocent thing I was doing lately.

“I have some old papers from previous exams. I can show them to you if you want to see them,” she pressed, her expression hopeful, desperate to connect.

“I don’t think they’ll be much help,” I said, looking away to keep my distance. A quick flicker of visible hurt crossed Mala’s face at my rejection.

“Okay. If you ever need me, just let me know,” she said, her smile fading as she realized I was set on leaving.

I started turning away. “I have to go to class. I’m leaving.”

“Bye,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

Mala keeps trying to stay close to Avi, but he keeps pulling away from her

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After college, I came home, finding my Chacha unexpectedly home today. A sudden chill ran through me. I worried immediately that maybe one of my Chachis had told him about the bathroom incident with chacha.

“Avi, come here,” my Chacha called out, his voice ringing loud from the sitting room.

I walked towards him nervously. “Yes, Chachaji?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest, bracing myself for a scolding I knew I deserved.

He announced, his expression serious. “Your Chachis and I are going to a village on Monday.”

“Which Chachi?” I thought, confused about the logistics. I asked aloud, “With Meena Chachi?”

“No, with all three Chachis. We’re going to meet a Maharaj to ask for his blessings,” he explained.

“For how many days?” I asked, a huge wave of relief washing over me, immediately replaced by a curious surge of unexpected freedom.

“We’re going for a week. You’ll go to Pooja Bua’s house to sleep for a week. And you’ll stay at home all day and study. Don’t go to college while we are away,” he instructed, laying out the new, strict rules.

“Neha Bua said I should study with Komal,” I countered immediately, protecting my new routine.

He conceded with a nod. “Okay, go for two hours then, as long as you’re home most of the time.”

“Yes, Chachaji,” I said, and he nodded, satisfied that the blessings were secured and the house was covered.

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I went to my room to pack my bag when I suddenly remembered that I had to give Komal the ruler as promised. I quickly took the ruler out from under the bed, grabbed the bag, and left for Neha Bua’s house. I noticed Kavita had already gone to Leena’s house. *Maybe she couldn't find another time to study,* I thought dismissively.

I went straight to Komal’s room. Neha Bua was sleeping, which seemed to be her standard afternoon rest time.

“Sit down,” Komal said, smiling warmly. “Do I have to say this every day? This is your house, too.”

I sat down, and we quickly started studying. When we had to draw a geometry figure, Komal asked, looking around the desk. “Did you bring the ruler today?”

“Yes,” I said. I took the ruler out of my bag and handed it to her. Komal started making the figure, but then she paused, holding the ruler up to the light near the window. “Why is there a mark on this ruler?” she asked, her brow furrowed slightly.

She held the ruler closer, her eyes scrutinizing the small line. “Why is there a mark at 21 cm?” she asked. (My penis is about 8 inches long, and she was looking at a mark at 21 cm).

I instantly froze. *I forgot to erase that mark,* I realized, a sudden wave of hot panic hitting my chest. My mouth instantly went dry.. That mark was the exact one I had used to measure my lunď length before my rough sessions with Madam.

“I just made it like that,” I said, trying to sound casual, forcing a distraction into my voice. “I don't even remember why I did it.”

Komal shrugged and quickly moved on, thankfully dismissing the strange mark. “Now I’ll have to practice writing out the derivations for these formulas,” she said.

“But how will you get the questions and problems to practice?” I asked, immediately trying to refocus the conversation.

“If I could get some old question papers, it would be a huge help to see what they ask,” she said, her voice hopeful.

“You need old papers?” I asked, a thought clicking into place, connecting back to my earlier encounter.

“Do you have them?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“I don't have them myself, but my friend might,” I lied easily, remembering Mala’s offer.

“Can you bring them for me?” she asked, leaning forward with excitement.

“Yes, I’ll bring them tomorrow,” I promised. Just like yesterday, Bua came in with the tea. After we finished, I quickly left for home.

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When I got home, I went to the ground to play, but it was already 5:30 p.m., and nobody was there.

Then I thought of going to Mala’s house. I’d ask her to bring the papers tomorrow. Today is Friday. If I tell her today, she can bring them to college tomorrow. Anyway, I have a week off from Monday, so I need to get as much done now.

I walked quickly toward Mala’s house. I found her standing outside, perhaps waiting for someone.

“Oh, Avi, you’re here. Why did you come here today?” Mala asked, a genuine surprise and excitement lighting up her face.

“I came to meet you,” I said simply, not wasting words.

“Me?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly at my directness.

“Yes. You said you had old exam papers. Can you bring them to schoool tomorrow? I need them for Komal,” I said, getting straight to the point.

Mala nodded fast, her face turning slightly anxious as she glanced down the street. “Okay, I’ll bring them. Now you should go. If someone sees you with me, it’ll be a problem—people talk.” she said, her voice filled with urgency, worried about the gossip.

“Bring them tomorrow,” I said, already walking away, the job done quickly and efficiently.

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## Update 38: Avi's Dominance and Mona's Triple Climax (Avi and Mona)

I was walking back from Mala’s house, still lost in thought about the new plan to help Komal get the old exam papers. As I neared the edge of the ground, I saw Mona and her Boyfriend coming toward the storehouse. There was no one else around, and today, Mona's Brother wasn't with them. I quickly slipped inside the storehouse through the broken window, taking my usual hiding spot. After a short while, they also came inside. Mona was clearly impatient, immediately stripping off her clothes. Mona's Boyfriend unzipped his pants, took out his lunď, and without any preamble, put it straight into Mona's mouth.

They were so completely lost in the act of oral sex—Mona sucking his lunď with feverish intensity—that they didn't hear the distinct sound of the storehouse main gate creaking open. A man was walking onto the property. His foot struck a loose item, and the sharp sound made them jump. Mona's Boyfriend got scared instantly. He immediately scrambled out of the window and ran away, leaving Mona completely exposed and confused. Mona froze, unable to understand what was happening; she just stood there, naked and still.

Acting purely on instinct, I quickly grabbed Mona's hands and pulled her towards my hiding spot, shielding her with my body. Her clothes were still lying in the open, scattered where she had dropped them. I clamped my hand firmly over Mona's mouth to prevent any involuntary sound. It was a good thing there was no light in the storehouse. Otherwise, that man would have easily seen Mona. The man looked around the dark storehouse, illuminating the interior with the light of his torch. His beam fell on Mona's clothes. He picked them up, confirming his suspicion that a couple had been using the place. Then he went to the window, noticed it was the likely exit, and locked it from the inside. He took the clothes and left, closing and locking the main gate behind him.

He must have thought that someone was having sex here and they ran away naked through the window when they saw his light. I cautiously took my hand off Mona's mouth. Mona looked at me, her eyes wide with shock and a sudden, raw vulnerability.

She whispered, her voice trembling from the fright. “Who are you?”

I kept my voice low. “I’m the one who just saved you from that man and his torch.”

She pulled her hands back slightly, still shaky. “But how did you come here? Why were you here?”

I decided not to lie; I was going to own my curiosity. I admitted, letting a mischievous smirk play on my face. “I came here to watch you having sex.”

She drew a sharp breath, her voice hardening with initial anger at the humiliation of being watched. “What did you say?”

I met her stare calmly. “The same thing you just heard.”

She swallowed hard, now sounding worried about what I knew. “How long have you been watching us?”

I lied smoothly, not wanting her to connect me to Mala’s previous escape. “Just since yesterday’s session.”

She thought for a moment, processing the implications. Her tone softened to one of genuine gratitude. “Thanks for saving me.” She must have realized that I knew everything about her life now and that if I spoke, she and her Brother would be in big trouble. That's why her tone changed so fast.

I pushed her, challenging her thanks. “Thanks for what?”

She clarified, her eyes searching mine. “For saving me, and for keeping silent.”

I let my gaze sweep slowly over her naked form, my voice dropping lower. “Can I say something? You look beautiful.”

A seductive, daring smile played on her lips, her confidence rapidly returning. “With clothes or without clothes?”

My voice was husky with desire, my gaze dropping meaningfully to my growing erection beneath my pants. “You look good with clothes too, but without clothes, it’s a completely different story.”

She blushed slightly but held my gaze, her eyes fixed on my straining pants. “You didn’t tell me your name,” she said.

I challenged her with a smirk. “Should I tell you with my mouth or with what’s below?”

The moment Mona gave her low, husky affirmation—"With what’s below"—the last barrier of caution dissolved, replaced by a reckless surge of shared desire.

I took her as she was: naked, adrenaline-charged, and intensely vulnerable. I started by kissing her deeply, a long, devouring kiss that was both a thank you for her bravery and a claim to the passion she possessed. Her mouth responded with a desperate urgency, her tongue engaging mine fiercely, eager to make up for the abrupt interruption. I varied the rhythm, first sucking on her lips, then exploring her tongue, a slow intimacy that thrilled her.

Pulling away, I lowered my head to her chest. I began by licking her nipples, circling the hard buds with my tongue before taking one into my mouth and sucking hard. My free hand went down to her chooť, and I slipped one finger into her chooť, moving it in and out with the same practiced rhythm Madam had taught me. The combination of intense nipple stimulation and focused internal pleasure drew loud, involuntary moans from her throat. Her body tensed, her breasts swelling and hardening further as I squeezed the other one, kneading the flesh roughly. She was entirely lost to the sensations.

I moved lower, kneeling between her legs. For Mona, this was uncharted territory. I gently spread her thighs and pressed my mouth against her chooť. She gasped, a sound of shock mixed with rising pleasure. I went to work immediately, using my tongue to explore her wet folds and then focusing expertly on her most sensitive spot.

Mona’s moaning became frantic, her fingers digging into my hair. “Harder... yes, just like that... aah... I’m dead,” she screamed, losing all pretense of control. Her body arched violently against the dusty floor, and with a final, shuddering spasm, Mona released her fluids, soaking the air with the metallic scent of female climax. A brilliant, pure smile of pleasure, unlike the forced passion I had seen her display for the men, was left imprinted on her face.

Seeing her satisfied yet still pulsating with residual arousal, I quickly stripped off my clothes. The air grew suddenly thick with anticipation. When Mona saw my long, thick lunď, her eyes widened—not just in shock, but with a deep, consuming awe and anticipation.

She looked up at me, a dazzling, daring smile spreading across her face. "It's so long," she breathed, her voice filled with admiration as she lightly ran a finger down the shaft. "And look how thick it is! It's beautiful." She grasped it, her small hands unable to circle the full width, handling it almost like a precious, forbidden toy. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head, a soft, reverent kiss that sent a jolt straight through my body.

She immediately positioned herself on the dusty floor, taking me in hand with an aggressive, hungry energy. She didn't hesitate; she started by gently sucking the tip of the lunď, her mouth warm and slick. Then her attention dropped lower. She reached out and began playing with my balls, rolling them gently in her palms, exploring the new sensation with curiosity. Next, she focused back on the lunď, opening her mouth wide, trying to deep throat me with rapid, determined plunges, she was already completely addicted to, happily trying to finish the job her Boyfriend had started.

Aware that we were still on borrowed time, I pulled my lunď out from her mouth. Mona's hands gripped my shaft for a second, her eyes immediately falling, and a distinct look of sadness crossed her face.

She gasped, her voice thick with disappointment, tilting her head back slightly. "Why did you stop? Please, I wanted more of that."

"No time," I hissed, glancing quickly toward the window, the thrill of danger overriding the pleasure of foreplay. I positioned myself over her. "Spread your legs wide, Mona."

She obeyed instantly, pushing her thighs apart, the fear of the intruder and the promise of what was next overriding her initial sadness. I positioned my lunď on her wet chooť. I gave one sharp jerk—a powerful, commanding movement—and nearly half of my lunď slammed into her. Mona shrieked in sharp, sudden pain, her entire body snapping rigid against the dusty floor.

She cried out, her eyes squeezing shut and tears instantly welling. "Stop! Please, it hurts! Take it out!" Her hands flew up, pushing weakly against my chest. My lunď was not only long but unusually thick, and her chooť was tight, still reeling from the foreplay.

Ignoring her pain, driven by the urgency of the moment and the memory of Madam's insistence on claiming dominance, I gave another powerful jerk. My lunď went completely inside Mona's chooť, burying itself deep. Mona began to cry out in distress, tears mixing with sweat, but I immediately started pushing, settling into a fast, deep rhythm.

The pain subsided quickly, giving way to the shock of deep penetration. Her cries slowly changed pitch, becoming shorter, gasping sounds. After about ten minutes of unrelenting thrusts, the shock broke, and Mona released her fluids again, her voice tearing into a high, continuous moan. "Aah, yes... oh, god, don't stop!" her body finally adapted to the unfamiliar size. She reached up, grabbed my hands, and slammed them down onto her breasts, demanding, "Press them! Harder!" A sudden wave of intense power flooded my chest. The pulsing grip of her chooť felt like a victory. My entire body felt charged with the sheer force of my size and rhythm. She finally stopped struggling and began to meet my rhythm, her pelvis lifting hard off the floor to take me deeper. After another ten minutes, she climaxed for a third time, crying out as she convulsed beneath me, her hands blindly clutching my back.

At that moment, the window rattled violently. Someone was trying to open the lock from the outside—likely her frustrated Boyfriend or the man from before. I paused briefly, pulling my hips back slightly.

I looked down at her face, my voice tight with urgency. "Mona, do you want to go?."

She grabbed my face, pulling it close, her eyes blazing with fierce pleasure. "Shh!" she hissed, silencing me immediately. She arched her back, grinding her hips. "Don't you dare! I want to enjoy this more. He can wait."

Hearing the frustrated attempt give way to retreating footsteps, the danger seemed to fade. I didn't pull out. Instead, Mona threw a leg over my hip, using my chest to push herself up. She mounted me, taking over the rhythm. She was going on a ride, her body bouncing heavily as she controlled the deep insertion. As she rose and fell, she could feel the massive impact of my lunď where it touched the inner walls of her chooť. The profound depth of the connection gave her a sudden, audible rush of joy, making her thrust down with desperate strength.

My focus shifted completely to her movements. Even in the dim, dusty light of the storehouse, I really liked the way her breasts were jumping in the air with every powerful thrust. The sensation was wild, uncontrollable, and visually addictive. She caught my gaze and, with a mischievous, daring look, she started teasing me by crushing them herself, squeezing the soft flesh hard. Then, still pumping up and down, she leaned forward and crushed my face against her wet chest, suffocating me slightly in her pleasure. She moaned, "I'm going to finish this now!"

We continued for another twenty minutes, my body stabilizing her ride until I felt my own inevitable climax approaching. The pressure in my groin was blinding now.

I gasped, looking up at her face, my voice ragged. "Mona, is it okay if I... is it okay to leak inside?"

She smiled down at me, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her body still bouncing. "Yes! Don't you dare pull out!" she agreed happily, almost shouting. "It's not a problem! Finish it!"

I didn't hesitate. I pulled out just slightly, feeling the last surge of tension, then released my semen deep inside Mona's chooť, claiming her fully. The wave of release made me groan, my muscles instantly dissolving. Exhausted and spent, I collapsed heavily on top of her, my weight pressing her into the dusty floor, sealing the shared, illicit secret between us.

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## Update 39: The New Master and the Stolen Clothes (Avi and Mona)


After the intense, prolonged climax, the air in the dark storehouse slowly cooled. We lay there for a while, recovering, our heavy breathing the only sound.

Mona sighed contentedly, her voice soft and full of wonder, her hand tracing lines on my back. "This is the first time I've genuinely enjoyed sex," she confessed.

I shifted my weight slightly, a hint of challenge in my voice. "Today you had sex with one lunď. Every day you take two lunďs."

Mona insisted, looking up at the ceiling with undisguised admiration. "Your one lunď is equal to both of their lunďs combined."

I admitted, resting my chin on her shoulder, feeling the satisfaction of the session and the thrill of the conquest. "I also enjoyed it today."

Her curiosity piqued by my expertise, she propped herself up on one elbow. "Who taught you all this? The slow play, the licking... they never do any of that."

I smiled, quoting Madam's own words, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest. "That's my secret."

She lay back down, her voice filled with deep satisfaction. "Whoever taught you, I enjoyed it completely. I didn't know sex could feel like that."

I pressed, wanting to hear the explicit comparison, my gaze meeting hers in the gloom. "Really? You feel that way after all the sex you've had?"

She detailed the difference, her eyes shining with happiness and a new sense of validation. "Of course! My Boyfriend just takes out his lunď and puts it immediately in my mouth or my chooť. Forget about sucking my breasts, he never even squeezed them properly. I suck his lunď, but he doesn't even touch my chooť with his hands. You're the first man who has treated me and my body with such... focus," she finished with a soft sigh.

"Thanks," I said, accepting the high praise with a nod.

She grasped my hand, her voice turning desperate. "I want to have sex with you again. Please. I still can't clearly see your face in this dark. At least tell me your name."

I pulled my hand away gently, a mischievous, dominant grin on my face. "No. Let it remain a secret. When I want to have sex with you, I'll come to you myself," I said, establishing my control.

Her face fell dramatically, the despair visible even in the dim light. "Does that mean you won't have sex with me tomorrow?" she asked.

I stated clearly, sitting up. "No. I said, when I decide, and when I want to."

She dropped her head, her voice dropping to a desperate murmur. "Don't do this to me. I've become a slave to your lunď already."

I quickly became practical, looking around the dark space. "I told you, when I say so. Look, it's getting late. What's this, it's already 8 p.m.? Hurry up and get dressed," I urged, pulling on my trousers.

She looked around the floor frantically, her hands searching the dust. "That man took my clothes. How will I go home now?" she asked, a wave of panic washing over her.

I quickly finished putting on my clothes. "You wait here, I'll see what I can find," I said, moving toward the window.

She hissed, her voice low and frantic. "Hurry up, I'll be caught if I stay here longer!"

I took my bag, opened the window, and went outside. I looked around the ground and the storehouse yard. *Maybe that man had thrown her clothes somewhere after checking them,* I thought. But I didn't find anything. I went to the nearest house on the other side of the ground. It was late, and I had to find something quickly. My luck was surprisingly good: I saw the clean laundry of that house hanging on a rope outside. I quickly took a *salwar kameez*—a full outfit—from the line.

I went back to the storehouse. "Mona, here are the clothes," I whispered, holding them up to the window.

Mona grabbed the clothes with obvious gratitude. I quickly hid behind a large tree nearby. After a short while, Mona put on the slightly ill-fitting clothes and came out of the window. She looked around nervously, her heart pounding, but she couldn't see anyone. She then slipped away and quickly walked toward her home, her form blending into the twilight.

As soon as Mona was out of sight, I also went home.

It was 8:30 p.m. now. I knew I would get a severe scolding for being so late. My stomach tightened instantly with anxiety. I could hear the fear echoing in my ears as I imagined my Chacha's voice. That's why I quickly found a good, believable excuse—I would tell them I was studying with Komal—and went inside the house.

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## Update 40: The Scrutiny and the Papers (Avi and Chachis/Mala/Komal)

As soon as I got home, the moment I dreaded arrived. The two Chachis were waiting for me in the living area.

Suman Chachi demanded, her face stern, her arms crossed. “Where were you until now? It’s past 8:30 p.m.!”

Meena Chachi crossed her arms tighter, leaning in slightly toward Suman Chachi. “Didi, tell his Chacha what he’s doing, before it’s too late,” she said, clearly using the threat of my Chacha to pressure me.

“I was out for some work,” I said vaguely, hoping to defuse the situation with minimal detail.

Suman Chachi pressed, her voice sharp. “What work, Avi? You haven’t been gone this late for 'work' before.”

“My own,” I insisted, trying to hold her gaze.

“What kind of work took you so long that you missed dinner?” Suman Chachi asked, her voice growing sterner, demanding a specific answer.

Meena Chachi stepped closer, her voice a dangerous whisper that only I could hear clearly, confirming she was using the earlier event for leverage. “Tell the truth, or else I will personally tell your Chacha about your little bathroom incident this morning.”

I conceded, reverting to my alibi, dropping my eyes. “I went to my friend’s house.”

“For what purpose?” Suman Chachi asked, sensing the evasion.

“To get old exam papers for my studies,” I said, sticking to my established, safe story.

Suman Chachi demanded, testing my truthfulness, extending her hand. “Show me the papers right now.”

I improvised quickly, shaking my head apologetically. “He said he'll give them to me at schoool tomorrow.”

Meena Chachi stated flatly, glaring at me, her suspicion firm. “You are lying.” She tapped her foot once on the floor. “Show them to me as soon as you come back from college tomorrow, or I'll have to tell your Chacha everything.”

I allowed my voice to crack a little, playing the part of the wounded innocent, my chest tight. “Don't you both trust me, Chachi?”

Suman Chachi’s expression softened a little in response to my performance. “I trust you more than my own life, Avi. But I'm scared that you'll get into some kind of bad habit and ruin your focus.”

I said, my voice full of forced sincerity, meeting her gaze briefly. “Chachi, I'll never let your trust break. I promise.”

Meena Chachi cut in, her tone impatient. “I don't care about the trust right now; I want to see those papers. Show them to me as soon as you come back from college tomorrow, without fail.”

I lowered my head in feigned defeat and murmured, "Yes, Chachi, I'll show them to you."

Suman Chachi sighed, dismissing me with a slight wave of her hand. “Go and eat dinner now.”

“Yes, Chachi,” I said and quickly went inside, relieved that the immediate danger was averted, but now entirely under Meena Chachi's strict observation. My muscles finally relaxed from their rigid tension. The anxiety in my stomach slowly began to subside. I took a long, deep breath to steady my racing heart.

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The next day at schoool, as promised, Mala came to me during the break and gave me a stack of old exam papers.

“Thank you, Mala. These will be a great help,” I said, taking the papers.

She hesitated, fiddling with the edge of her skirt. “Can I ask you something, Avi?”

“Yes, ask,” I said.

She asked, her face confused and slightly hurt. “Yesterday, you clearly refused to take the old papers when I offered them at college. You said you needed them for Komal, but what was the desperate need to come all the way to my house in the evening? Why couldn't you wait until today?”

If I tell Mala about Komal, she'll get upset, thinking I prefer Komal's company to hers, especially since I came to her house to ask. I decided I had to lie about the urgency. I lied smoothly, shrugging slightly. “It's just that after I went home, I felt it would be really good to look at the old exam papers and practice with Komal right away before the term is over.”

She looked down the hallway nervously, worried about who might be watching. “You could have just asked for them at college today, though. What was the need to come home? And please, don't come to my house again. If someone finds out that I meet you outside of schoool, they'll misunderstand and start gossiping.”

“Sorry, Mala. It won't happen again,” I said, and a wave of regret washed over me for needlessly using her vulnerability.

After saying sorry, I went to class. When I got home from college, the first thing I did was immediately show the stack of papers to Meena Chachi. She took them, flipped through them quickly, and a small, satisfied smile appeared on her face. She didn't say a single word, simply handing them back. The visual evidence was enough to satisfy her that I hadn't been wasting time or indulging in "bad habits."

At 4 p.m., I went to Komal's house. Komal was happy and grateful to see the papers, and we immediately started studying, going over the patterns and question types. After studying, I went home.

I didn't feel like going to the ground today, despite my urge to play. I also desperately wanted to have sex with Mona again after the intensity of yesterday, the memory of her body a powerful draw, but I decided against it. I didn't want to take any risks. First, that man who caught us yesterday could come back, or perhaps Mona's Boyfriend or Brother would be lurking, anticipating my return. Second, and more importantly, if I got late again today, Meena Chachi would become instantly suspicious, and the entire week of freedom my Chachas had planned would be ruined.

I resolved that as long as my Chachis are preparing to leave and until they come back from the village, I have to stay strictly away from Mona and the storehouse. I would use my time off to study, help Komal, and explore other, safer opportunities without the risk of being caught. Control, I reminded myself. Control is everything.

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## Update 41: The Weekend Preparations and the Family Agreement (Avi and Chacha/Bua/Chachi)


Today is Sunday. The date brought back a flash of memory: last Sunday, when I had that unforgettable final sex session with Madam and she left forever. But today, the focus was entirely on the house, as I had a lot of work to do helping with preparations because tomorrow, Chacha and Chachis are leaving for the village. It was a notable event; it was the first time Chacha was taking all three of my Chachis somewhere outside the village, signifying his serious, if skeptical, commitment to finding a blessing.

To ensure my care, Chacha summoned his three sisters: Pooja Bua, Neha Bua, and Neeta Bua. Chacha, being the younger brother, always calls his sisters by their first names. I have never heard him call them "didi" (elder sister).

Pooja Bua started the conversation, direct and impatient, folding her arms. "What's the matter, *bhai*? You called all three of us at once."

Chacha replied, rubbing his hands together nervously. "I wanted to talk to you about the trip."

Pooja Bua insisted, tapping her foot lightly. "Tell us what it is, quickly."

"Avi's Chachis and I are going to a remote village for a week," Chacha announced.

"Whose village are you going to? A relative's?" Pooja Bua asked, frowning.

Chacha explained, clearly embarrassed but hopeful, looking at the floor. "Avi's Chachis found out about a maharaj whose blessings are supposed to give people children."

Pooja Bua's voice rose in frustration and annoyance. "These maharaj people are absolute frauds. Don't you understand how many people they cheat?"

Chacha defended his decision, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I know, but I'll go and see one last time. I owe it to them."

Neha Bua said, resting a hand gently on her sister's arm, trying to calm her more volatile sister. "Let it go, didi. If he wants to go, let him. Don't worry about it."

Pooja Bua asked, getting straight to the point, her gaze sharp. "Why did you call us here, then? What is your actual need?"

Chacha explained, repeating the lie that had been devised. "We're not taking Avi with us, as the Maharaj's ritual only allows the couple."

Pooja Bua asked, her face showing concern about the sudden responsibility. "Where will he stay for a whole week?"

Chacha laid out the plan, counting on his fingers. "I thought he could sleep at your house for a week. And he'll stay here at our house all day to look after the property. He can make his own lunch here. He'll just come to your house for dinner and to sleep."

Pooja Bua asked, her eyes wide with disbelief at the imposition on her strict routine. "What? He'll come to my place every night?"

"It's just for one week, Pooja," Chacha said, pleading.

She thought for a long moment, weighing the inconvenience against her duty to her brother. She finally conceded, sighing reluctantly. "Okay."

Neha Bua added quickly, seizing the opportunity to ensure her daughter's studies continued uninterrupted. "And in the afternoon, he'll come to my place for two hours to study with Komal." (If my daughter's study problem wasn't there, I wouldn't even let him come near the house, I heard her mind voice).

Chacha agreed, nodding. "Yes, that'll be good. That way, he won't be bored."

Pooja Bua stipulated, setting the boundary clearly and pointing a finger at her brother. "Okay. only for one week right?."

"Yes," Chacha confirmed immediately.

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Meanwhile, Neeta Bua was talking separately to my Chachis, showing more warmth and understanding.

Neeta Bua asked, her expression gentle. "When are you all leaving?"

Suman Chachi said, adjusting her shawl. "Tomorrow morning."

Neeta Bua said kindly, her hands clasped together. "I pray that God wills it, and your wish will finally be fulfilled this time."

Suman Chachi said, her voice full of genuine concern for her co-wives, glancing at Seema Chachi and Meena Chachi. "For me, Avi is everything. I'm just thinking about Seema and Meena and their chance to have a child."

"Speaking of Avi, is he also going with you for the week?" Neeta Bua asked.

Suman Chachi said, shaking her head. "No, he'll stay here. He'll be at Pooja's house at night."

Neeta Bua explained her own inability to help, her voice low. "I would have kept him, but you know how Pooja Didi is about things changing. If she finds out that you kept Avi with me, she'll get angry and feel slighted. And even if you asked her directly to keep Avi with her, she would have gotten angry about the imposition."

Suman Chachi said, relieved. "Yes, I know. That's why I told Avi's Chacha to talk to Pooja directly. It's safer that way."

Neeta Bua promised warmly. "That's a good thing you did. I'll also check on him every day and take care of him."

Suman Chachi said, a small, grateful smile on her face. "I know. Even without me saying it, you would take care of Avi. You always do."

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## Update 42: The Week of Freedom Begins (Avi and Pooja Bua/Raj)

It was the next day, Monday. I didn't go to schoool today, as per my Chacha's instructions. My Chacha and all three Chachis—Suman, Seema, and Meena—left early in the morning for the  the Maharaj village. Now, I was truly alone in the house. My grandfather had been sent to an ashram for long-term treatment for his illness one year after my own recovery, so it was just me. Chachi had wisely prepared and left enough food for the day. I didn't have to cook today, giving me complete daytime freedom.

I kept studying with Komal for two hours daily, maintaining the alibi and routine established with Neha Bua. I know Neha Bua would only talk to me because of her daughter's studies, so I was committed to the teaching schedule.

In the late afternoon (specifically 4 p.m. to 6 p.m.), after coming from Komal's house, I locked my house. I was walking to Pooja Bua's house as arranged when a sudden, heavy downpour soaked me completely. I was shivering by the time I reached her door. At Pooja Bua's house, there was only Pooja Bua and her son, Raj, who is younger than me. Pooja Bua's two daughters are older and are studying in the city.

As soon as I entered the house, Raj came running to me, his eyes shining with pure excitement, but he stopped short, seeing me soaked.

Pooja Bua, who was in the living room, called out, her voice slightly irritated by my wet presence. "Why are you completely soaked, Avi? Don't stand there, you'll catch a cold!"

She walked quickly to the linen cupboard, pulling out a large towel. She handed it to me, her hand brushing mine. "Here, take this. Go to the bedroom and change immediately. You can't stay in those clothes."

"Yes, Bua," I said, peeling off my sodden shirt. I started unbuckling my trousers right there in the living room.

She gasped and turned her head away, a fleeting look of surprise and a strange, quickening curiosity flashing in her eyes as she saw my wet torso and the outline of my body for the first time. She hadn't looked at me as a young man before now. "Go inside the room first!" she commanded, her voice suddenly strained.

I went into the bedroom. I quickly dried my chest and legs with the towel, realizing I had no alternative clothes with me, as I was only meant to be staying the night.

I was rubbing the towel roughly over my lower body, focused intently on warming myself up. The shock of the cold from the rain and the sudden exposure in the warm room had caused my lunď to stand fully erect. The rough sound of the towel against my skin and the lingering chill occupied all my attention.

The bedroom door opened slowly, but I didn't register the soft creak or the immediate presence.

Pooja Bua stood frozen mid-step in the doorway, holding a freshly folded shirt. Her gaze dropped instantly to my groin, fixing on the thick, hard length of my lunď. She was utterly captivated. Her voice failed her, and she remained perfectly still for a long moment, visibly struck by the raw male display. I didn't see her entry; I only felt the sudden shift in the air.

"Avi!" Pooja Bua finally called out, her voice sharp and breathy, breaking the heavy stillness.

I snapped my head up, startled by the sound of my name, and instantly realized I was completely exposed.

I instantly brought the towel up, covering my groin, my face burning with sudden shame and confusion.

She blinked rapidly, finding her voice, which was now soft and slightly breathless. "I'm sorry, Avi! I... I didn't think you were... I mean .." She shoved the shirt and, next to it, a second, even larger towel into my hands. "Wear this shirt. It's long, it will be fine. And use the big towel to wrap yourself for the night. Since we're going to sleep, you can adjust."

"Thank you, Bua," I mumbled, grabbing the items and covering myself properly.

Raj came running to me, his eyes shining. "Bhaiya, let's play!"

Pooja Bua, visibly flustered but recovering quickly, called out from the doorway. "First, have some tea and a snack. Then you two can play until dinner."

Raj was happy today. After so many days, he was finally playing with me. Raj proudly showed me his room, and we spent the time playing, laughing, and running around like that until it was time for dinner.

Pooja Bua called out from the kitchen. "Raj, Avi, come eat dinner. It's getting late."

"Yes, Bua," I said.

We ate dinner together. Afterward, Raj, being the studious one, immediately started studying. I, with my free evening, started talking to Bua, trying to make polite conversation and not draw her scrutiny.
Pooja Bua asked, her voice returning to its normal, controlled tone, leaning forward slightly. "How are your studies going, Avi?"

"They're going well, Bua," I replied, meeting her eyes.

"And schoool?" she pressed.

"That's also good," I confirmed.

She paused, taking a slow sip of her water, and then looked me over, her eyes tracing my frame again, but this time with a new, distinct curiosity that made my skin prickle. "Looking at you, it doesn't seem like you spend all your time studying. You've built a good, healthy body. You look strong," she observed, her expression surprised, the statement feeling like less of a compliment and more of an assessment.

I explained, shifting my weight on the chair. "That's just from playing on the ground. And I study with Komal now, so I have to keep up."

She murmured, a new, playful smile forming on her face, teasing me. "Hmm. You must have wooed some girl at schoool with that build."

I blushed deeply, feeling the heat rise to my ears, and shook my head, avoiding her playful gaze. "No."

She insisted, her eyebrows arching slightly, her eyes twinkling with the playful accusation. "What? You look good, you're smart, and you have a good body, too."

I mumbled, sticking to the truth of my recent isolation. "No one talks to me at schoool, Bua."

"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head, genuinely puzzled.

"I don't know," I said.

"Do you at least have friends at schoool?" she asked, her tone softening.

I shook my head no again.

She frowned slightly. "What? No friends?"

"I never had time for that because of my studies and Madam's tuition," I explained simply.

She considered this, then offered her advice, her voice surprisingly liberal. "You should make time. If you don't have fun now, when will you? You're a young man now."

"Yes, Bua," I said, accepting the advice gracefully.

As we continued talking, I felt the air between us tighten. I noticed her eyes flicking down occasionally toward the towel I had wrapped around my waist—the bulky fabric covering the memory of the cold-induced stiffness. I observed that Pooja Bua was trying to sneak a peek into the edges of the towel, her gaze quick and darting, as if hoping to glimpse my lunď again. That observation sent a rush of strange excitement through me. That recognition somehow pleased me; that fleeting attention made my lunď stir and harden slightly beneath the soft towel. I instinctively tried to hide it harder, pressing the thick fabric against my body with renewed pressure, a sudden knot of nervousness tightening in my gut.

She stood up abruptly, stretching her arms high above her head. The action tightened the fabric of her blouse across her chest, pulling her magnificent breasts upward and accentuating their full, attractive structure. 

My eyes were instantly drawn to the sight, and I momentarily forgot to breathe, openly enjoying the curve and the tight structure revealed by the stretch. 

Pooja Bua noticed my lingering look immediately; a slight, knowing curve touched her lips, and she clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting. "Come on, it's late. Let's go to sleep now," she said, finally lowering her arms.

Pooja Bua said, making the decision without hesitation, waving her hand toward the back of the house. "Raj sleeps with me in the big bed. You can also sleep with us. The bed is large enough, and we can all sleep comfortably."

"As you wish, Bua. Thank you," I said.

I quickly went to the bedroom, now wearing the large, loose shirt that belonged to her husband. Raj was already soundly asleep, lying innocently in the center. Pooja Bua was lying on one side of the big bed, wearing a loose nighty that flowed around her. Raj was in the middle, and I carefully climbed onto the other side. After a while, I fell asleep, the arrangement feeling surprisingly intimate, sandwiched between Bua and her son.

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## Update 43: The Night Revelation (Avi and Pooja Bua/Raj)

I woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden, sharp ache jolting me from sleep. Raj had put his foot squarely on my penis. I carefully moved Raj's leg off me, and the intense pressure immediately ended.

I got up and went to the bathroom, worried about potential injury. I took my penis out of my pants to check for any damage. It was fully erect, throbbing from the sudden, painful stimulation. To calm it down and release the built-up tension, I started masturbating. After a little while, I ejaculated. The release brought a huge relief, a physical and mental reset. My muscles twitched once as the last warmth left my body. A heavy wave of exhaustion immediately washed over me. My heart slowed from its anxious race, settling into a calm, steady rhythm.

I came back to the room. My eyes fell on Pooja Bua. Raj had swung his leg over, and his foot was resting on Bua, just like it had been on me. Bua was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. Her nighty had lifted, and the pressure from Raj’s leg had pushed it up even further from behind.

I walked closer to my spot on the bed. Pooja Bua’s red panty was clearly visible in the faint darkness. Her nighty was bunched up to her waist, and the panty was pulled taut, stuck deep in the crack of her gaand. Seeing this unexpected, intimate sight, my lunď became erect again almost instantly. It was a surprising and forceful reaction. However, I knew I couldn’t have a second orgasm so quickly since I had just climaxed. The thought of jerking off again didn't cross my mind; I was focused, hypnotized by the image of her exposed body and the intimate, taut sight of the red fabric against her skin.

I quickly went back to my spot, turned my back to Pooja Bua, the image burning behind my eyelids, and slept after some time.

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Pooja Bua woke up early. She shifted quietly in the large bed. Raj slept on, his small form undisturbed. Bua glanced down and saw her own nighty gathered high around her waist. A small, sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. She quickly pulled the fabric down, covering her lower body with a decisive, quiet movement, then slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Pooja Bua returned a few minutes later, stepping softly back into the dim room. Her eyes immediately found Avi. Avi was lying still, seemingly in a deep sleep. The large towel wrapped around his waist strained taut by the forceful morning erection beneath it, forming a prominent tent over his groin.

Pooja Bua paused next to Avi, her eyes fixed on the hard shape beneath the towel. She fought with herself. She desperately wanted to see it up close, but the fear of being caught was a shock inside her. *What if Avi wakes up?* The thought brought a wave of immense shame, a humiliation that would shatter the fragile peace between them forever. She hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she held it above the taut fabric. Yet, the curiosity, the forbidden heat of that sight, was too strong to ignore.

Finally, she took the risk, her hand moving with slow, determined action. She carefully parted the loose edges of the towel near Avi's thigh and gazed in silent admiration. She let her eyes run the length and thickness of his lunď, the sight filling her with a forbidden, visceral heat. A sudden, sharp image seized her mind: the thought of taking that massive length inside her own chooť, imagining the stretch and the heavy, fulfilling weight of him within her.

She was powerfully tempted to reach out and touch it briefly. Pooja Bua pulled her hand back, deciding against the physical contact, but she deliberately left the towel parted, leaving his lunď partially exposed to the cool air.

Pooja Bua moved back to her spot and lay down on her side, facing away from him. She continued to observe his body from a distance. Very slowly, she began to lift her nighty back up to her waist, exposing the red panty. She reached her hand down and started touching the panty over her chooť, enjoying the private contact and the thrill of the exposed condition.

As she moved her hand slightly, the bed springs gave a tiny creak.

Pooja Bua immediately squeezed her eyes shut, feigning deep sleep, but deliberately kept her nighty hiked up to her waist with the red panty fully exposed.

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I suddenly snapped my eyes open, startled by the soft metallic *creak* that cut through the silence. I stretched elaborately, blinking away the sleep, and instinctively looked down. My lunď was still fully exposed because of the loosened towel. I quickly brought the towel back over my lower body with a sudden, jerky movement, covering myself in the presence of Bua. As I did so, I glanced quickly toward Pooja Bua. Her eyes were shut, and she was still fully exposed, her nighty bunched up, her red panty still visible.

I slowly got down from the bed. My lunď was painfully hard, throbbing with the adrenaline and the visual stimulation. I moved quietly near Bua's side, drawn by the exposed sight. I paused, gazing at the red panty stretched over the plumpness of her chooť. I reached down and started massaging my own lunď gently through the towel, my eyes fixed on her fatty chooť.

With a sudden surge of courage, I leaned closer, closing the distance to Bua's body. I inhaled deeply, trying to catch the scent of her chooť through the red panty. I held the strong, musky smell in my lungs, and with the scent filling my head, I slowly started playing with my lunď through the thin fabric of the towel I had wrapped.

Pooja Bua gave a little jerk, this time a more pronounced movement of her hips and legs. Her lower body was entirely uncovered, the red panty clearly visible in the dim light, and the movement served as a sudden, unmistakable signal.

I was startled, and the fantasy broke. Panic seized my chest. I immediately moved back, scrambling under the covers, and closed my eyes, acting like I was just woken up and terrified.

I heard the sounds of Pooja Bua start up in the kitchen, the clatter of utensils and the gentle sizzle of oil. Soon, the aroma of spices and fresh tea filled the air. When Bua brought me a steaming cup, her movements were conspicuously relaxed. She leaned slightly across the table to place the cup, her blouse purposefully undone enough to offer a generous glimpse of her large, attractive breasts, teasingly exposed on both sides of her cleavage. I could not help but stare for a charged moment, feeling the heat rise in my face.

As Bua moved around the kitchen, preparing the meal and tending to the stove, I found my gaze constantly drawn toward the doorway. I watched Bua's movements, unable to look away, constantly checking inside the kitchen. My focus alternated between the soft, exposed curve of her boobs straining against her bra, and the round shape of her gaand as she bent down. I silently observed Bua's beauty, taking in the full, mature sight, and enjoyed the gaand and boobs with a heady mix of excitement and disbelief.

Finally, Raj woke up, and then we all started having breakfast together.

The breakfast table was thick with unspoken tension. I was trying my best to act normal, still reeling from the sight of Pooja Bua's exposed body. Pooja Bua was visibly changed; her usual controlled presence was replaced by a charged, almost flustered energy stemming from the morning's unexpected intimacy.

"Avi, did you sleep well last night?" Pooja Bua asked, her tone surprisingly gentle, reaching for the teapot.

"Yes Bua, I slept well," I replied quickly, sticking to the polite lie, unwilling to draw attention to the disturbed hours.

Bua pressed, her gaze scrutinizing me. "Raj didn't bother you, did he? He moves a lot in his sleep."

Cornered by Bua's directness, I admitted cautiously, lowering my eyes to my plate. "My sleep was disturbed a couple of times, Bua. He kicks."

Pooja Bua paused, a faint flush crossing her cheeks as she processed my admission. "My sleep used to be disturbed in the beginning too, because of his kicking and turning. But now I'm used to it," Bua said, confirming that such deep sleep often leaves her vulnerable.

"I see," I said, uncomfortable with the shared detail. I pushed for a practical exit. "From tomorrow, I'll sleep on the sofa," I suggested, seeing it as the only way to avoid temptation.

Pooja Bua immediately shot down the idea, her disapproval sharp. "On the sofa? Absolutely not. You are a guest entrusted to my care. What if your Chacha finds out that I made you sleep uncomfortably on the sofa? He'll be angry and feel I neglected my duty."

"Then what should we do, Bua? I don't want to disturb your sleep or Raj's," I countered, pressing for a solution that didn't involve the tight, shared space.

Pooja Bua looked at me again, her eyes lingering for a moment, weighing the request. "Hmm, we'll see in the evening. Don't worry about it now. We'll figure out a way to make it work." Bua's final statement left the evening arrangement deliberately ambiguous.

The conversation had been charged with a subtext that neither could fully address. I was anxious to leave before the proximity drew any more unexpected sights. I stood up, pushing my chair back. "I'll leave now, Bua. I have to check on the house and then go to Komal's house for my study hours."

"Bye, Bua!" Raj echoed from the table.

"Bye, Raj," I replied, quickly exiting the house, the thought of the close sleeping arrangement already dominating my mind as I walked away. The week of freedom had only just begun, and the boundary lines were already blurring.

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## Update 44: The Growing Tension (Avi and Pooja Bua/Raj)

I returned to my empty house and quickly prepared a simple meal. After bathing and eating, I started studying. Now that the Chachis were gone for a week, my schedule was reversed: I had to go to Pooja Bua's house at night, which meant my productive study time had to be in the daytime. So, I used the daytime, when I was alone, to focus on my books.

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Pooja Bua watched Avi leave, a small, knowing smile playing on Bua's lips. Bua quickly finished her breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. Bua then slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

Pooja Bua stood under the shower, the hot water running over her skin. Bua reached down and started touching her chooť, her fingers moving slowly over the slick, wet skin. The image of Avi's lunď, massive and rigid beneath the towel, burned vividly in her mind. *He is so brave,* Bua thought, remembering the intoxicating scent Avi had leaned in to smell. Bua liked Avi's daring bravado, the way Avi had openly tested the boundaries. The encounter had confirmed Avi's desperate weakness for her chooť.

Suddenly, the thought of Raj stirred a sharp spike of fear in Bua. Bua remembered the adrenaline surge when Avi had played with himself near her. *I couldn't let him continue like that. Not while Raj is sleeping right there. If Raj wakes up, the shame will ruin us both.* Bua had given Avi the warning jerk precisely because the risk was too high.

Bua smiled faintly as Bua dried herself. *The game has only just begun.* Bua decided she would play with Avi again today, teasing Avi with open glimpses of her chooť and gaand. The excitement of the secret exchange was far more potent than the routine Bua had with her husband.

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After studying at my place, I went to Komal's house for our usual two-hour session. Then, I went straight from there to Pooja Bua's house.

Pooja Bua was strikingly dressed up today. Bua looked happy, and her smile seemed genuine, sparking my curiosity.

"You came early today," Pooja Bua noted, a hint of pleasure in her voice.

"Yes. I came straight here from Neha Bua's house," I confirmed.

"Will you have some tea?" Bua offered.

My mind immediately raced, linking the new situation to Madam's lessons. I looked directly at Bua's breasts, letting my gaze linger, and said, "If you would serve it, I would have it." Bua's eyes immediately followed my gaze and knew exactly where I was looking.

"Okay, I'll go and make it. In the meantime, you play with Raj," Bua said, her voice remaining calm, but her actions accepting the challenge.

"Serve it quickly," I ordered, a daring escalation of the suggestive game. After saying that, I started playing with Raj.

Pooja Bua thought: * Avi was staring at my breasts. It means he wants to up the game. I think I will play along for some time.*

We had tea, and Pooja Bua then went to the kitchen to make dinner. I sat down to watch TV. Raj went to his room to study. I quickly grew bored watching TV, and my eyes naturally fell on Pooja Bua's gaand as Bua moved around the kitchen. *What a magnificent* gaand *Pooja Bua has,* I thought, openly admiring her curves, captivated by her body. I was looking intently at Bua's gaand when Bua suddenly turned around, catching me completely off guard.

"Avi, are you hungry?" Pooja Bua asked, her voice calm.

"No, Bua," I stammered. My heart hammered against my ribs, convinced Bua knew.

"Then why are you looking towards the kitchen so intensely?" Bua asked, a knowing look in her eye.

"I wasn't looking," I denied, my face flushing. The knot in my stomach tightened, shame threatening to drown the excitement.

"Never mind. Call Raj for dinner," Bua said, letting me off the hook.

"I'll call him now," I said. *That was a close call. I need to be more careful.*

After we ate, we started talking again, but the undercurrent of tension from my earlier remarks was present.

"Bua, let's go to sleep now," I suggested, wanting to settle the sleeping arrangements.

"First, do one thing for me. Bring the single bed from Raj's room and put it in my room," Pooja Bua instructed.

"Why, Bua?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

"Raj bothers you at night with his movements, right? We'll make him sleep on that smaller bed, and you can take his space," Bua explained.

"Okay," I agreed, surprised by the solution.

I brought the bed and attached it tightly to Bua's large bed, effectively creating one massive sleeping area. Raj quickly lay down on the new single bed. I also lay down, finding myself in the exact spot Raj used to occupy—in the middle, right next to Bua.

Raj fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't. Desire was building inside me as I thought: *Why didn't Bua just make me sleep on the single bed? Why did Bua make Raj sleep there, putting me right next to her?*

I kept turning this question over in my mind for an hour. The logical conclusion hit me: *It has been many days since Bua had sex with her friend's brother, Rakesh. Is Bua thinking of having sex with me now that I'm sleeping beside her?*

I turned toward Bua and looked at her. Bua was sleeping on her side. Bua's nighty was pulled up to her waist again, just like last night. Her blue panty was clearly visible. But last night, her nighty was up because of Raj's foot and movement. *Was Bua deliberately showing it to me today? Or can a nighty just lift up on its own while sleeping?*

I was stuck in this dilemma. Should I go ahead and make a move, or not? One minute I felt like reaching out and pulling her panty off completely. The next minute, fear was growing slowly inside me. *What if Bua got angry and immediately woke up Raj and told my Chacha?*

Despite having sex with two women—Madam and Mona—I was scared of this new challenge, especially given Bua’s position as my elder and the consequences if I was caught.

I gathered courage, pushed the fear down, and slowly leaned closer. As I did, Bua's top leg shifted slightly, bending at the knee and exposing the curve of her hip and groin. I took the opportunity, and slowly put my hand on Bua's panty. I rested my palm lightly against the thin fabric covering her chooť. Bua's chooť was so hot that I could feel the heat radiating through the panty itself. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears, drowning out the silence of the room. My heart hammered loudly in my chest.

The immediate, intense heat was too much for my courage. I instantly took my hand off the panty and quickly turned to sleep. The physical sensation of her heat leaving my hand tingling and my mind racing. The moment my hand lifted, Bua's body gave a visible, involuntary shudder, and her thigh twitched, pulling her knee back slightly as if reacting to the sudden absence of contact.

I finally managed to close my eyes, the adrenaline from the contact slowly receding. The tingling sensation where my hand had touched Bua's chooť was the last feeling I registered before sleep finally pulled me under.

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Pooja Bua felt the sudden loss of pressure where Avi's hand had rested, a sudden cool contrast to the heat of her chooť. Bua had actually pulled her nighty all the way up intentionally and held her breath, waiting for Avi's play to progress. The quick, hesitant touch and immediate withdrawal disappointed Bua slightly. *He tried to play, but he stopped,* Bua thought, her internal smile turning faintly analytical. *It looks like he needs more courage.* Bua sensed Avi's intense fear battling his desire. *That's fine. Next time, we will step up the game.*

Bua settled deeper into the pillows, maintaining the exposed position for a few more moments before allowing herself to drift off. Soon, a heavy exhaustion claimed Bua.

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## Update 45: The Unexpected Visitor and the Impulsive Kiss (Avi and Mala)

I woke up in the morning and saw that Bua's nighty was pulled down to her feet, neatly covering Bua. *Thank God. It's a good thing I didn't rush. Otherwise, I would have paid a heavy price.* Everyone woke up one by one. Bua looked a little sad, her cheerfulness from the night before gone. I quickly ate my breakfast, muttering a fast goodbye to Raj, and left for my house without saying a word to Bua.

When I got home, I immediately started making lunch. The rhythmic sound of the ladle hitting the pan filled the silent house. Suddenly, a sharp knock rattled the front gate. I froze. *Who would be here? Could it be Bua?* I came back without telling Bua anything. *Maybe that's why Bua came, to chastise me.* I wiped my flour-dusted hands on my trousers and opened the door.

Standing there, completely unexpected, was Mala. I felt a sudden, dizzying jolt of shock. I took a deep breath, composing my face, and stepped aside, inviting Mala in with a gesture.

Mala stepped past the threshold, looking pale. "Mala came back during the lunch break."

"But how did Mala find me here?" I countered, closing the door and blocking the kitchen from her view.

Mala nervously twisted the strap of her schoool bag. "Mala went to your class. The teacher said you hadn't come for two days. And you didn't come today either."

I leaned against the wall. "Everyone's gone to the village. The teachers aren't really teaching anything important right now. I thought I'd study at home instead of wasting my time."

Mala's gaze dropped, then darted back up. "What's that white stuff on your trousers?"

I glanced down at the flour. "Oh. I was making food."

"You know how to cook?" Mala's eyes widened slightly, her voice betraying surprise.

I shrugged. "Everyone has to eat."

"I want to watch you cook," Mala decided, pushing gently past me toward the hall.

*This girl is crazy. What’s the appeal?* "There's nothing to see," I said, following Mala to the kitchen doorway.

"I've never seen a boy cook," Mala insisted, her tone light but firm.

"Fine. Come on in, then."

In the small, warm kitchen, the conversation flowed easily as I mixed spices and Mala tackled the dough.

"What is this?" Mala asked, pointing to my misshapen dough attempt.

"That's going to be my roti," I informed Mala.

Mala laughed, a bright, clear sound. "It doesn't look like roti at all. It's going to be hard as a rock."

"Well, whatever the shape, it's my food."

"Give it to me." Mala held out her hand, taking the dough without waiting for a reply. "I'll make the rotis for you. I can do it quickly."

I watched Mala's hands, quick and practiced, transforming the dough into perfect circles while I finished the egg bhurji. The air between us was thick with the unexpected scent of cumin and domestic calm.

Mala stacked the perfect, hot rotis. "Here you go. Done."

"You sit down. I'm going to shower. I smell like cooking oil."

"Take ten minutes," Mala replied, settling at the table. "I'm not going anywhere."

When I came out, refreshed and dressed, the food was served. As I ate, Mala sat across from me, the schoool tension replaced by an unnerving domestic calm.

I thought: *What is going on in her mind? Ever since I saved her, Mala's been chasing me. Mala used the papers as an excuse, and now Mala's here. Mala even cooked for me. The situation felt confusing.*

My eyes fixed on Mala's pink lips. The heat from the morning, sparked by Pooja Bua's exposed hips, had settled low in my belly. Seeing Mala now, so close and vulnerable, desire was building inside me, demanding action.

I didn't think. I pushed my plate aside, reached across the table, grabbed Mala's head with a sudden, rough force, and pulled her forward. My mouth crashed onto hers.

Mala was terrifyingly stiff. Her back arched, her hands flattened against my chest, trying desperately to push away from the sudden, aggressive attack. Her eyes were wide and filled with pure fear. For a terrible, frozen moment, a cold wave of nausea washed over me; my ears rang with the sharp intake of her resistant breath. Then, slowly, tentatively, Mala's tension dissolved. Her mouth opened, and she began to return the kiss, meeting my passion with an intensity born of her own suppressed desire.

We kissed for ten minutes until we broke apart, both panting and gasping for air. The moment we caught our breath, the reality slammed into Mala. Her face drained of color. Without a word, Mala snatched her bag and bolted, running straight out of the door and disappearing down the lane. I was left staring at the empty doorway.

*I should have apologized for being so rough. Did I move too fast?* My biggest fear is Mala will tell her family, even though Mala was responding. *Why did Mala run away like that if Mala liked the kiss?*

I decided I'd face Mala tomorrow. If Mala was upset, I'd apologize. Then, trusting the quiet of the empty house, I went to sleep.

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## Update 46: The Line Is Crossed (Avi and Pooja Bua)

In the evening, I went to Pooja Bua's house. The routine was familiar now: tea, then playing with Raj. After dinner, we watched TV for a while until Raj went to his room to study. After some time, we went into the bedroom to sleep. Raj had finished his studying and was already asleep on his small bed.

Today, however, Raj was sleeping in Bua's spot on the double bed. Pooja Bua noticed it and said, "Wake up Raj and put him on the single bed." I woke up Raj and gently moved him to the bed I had attached the day before.

Pooja Bua walked into the attached bathroom and closed the door softly. Her heart was thrumming with nervous anticipation. *This was the night. Avi needs a clear sign. No more games.* Bua quickly removed her bra, then slipped off her red panty (the one she had chosen for tonight) and dropped it into the laundry basket. She reached down and felt her chooť—clean-shaven and smooth from her morning bath, just as she had prepared it. The thought of Avi's fingers touching her bare flesh made Bua wet instantly. *This will tempt him more,* she thought. Before leaving the bathroom, she switched on the slightly brighter vanity light, rather than the usual dim nightlight, ensuring the room wouldn't be in total darkness.


Now, Pooja Bua and I were lying on the large double bed together. Bua fell asleep quickly. I still couldn't. I was thinking: *Why didn't Bua sleep with Raj on the single bed? I could have slept there, but she didn't suggest that. Does Bua want to sleep with me?*

I kept thinking about the possibilities and turned to look at Bua. Today too, Bua's nighty was pulled up to her waist. However, there was no panty. Her entire chooť was bare and exposed in the dim light. My breath hitched, catching painfully in my throat. It looked extremely clean, freshly washed, and faintly glistening from the light of the vanity bulb. Now, I was forced to conclude that Pooja Bua was not unaware. Bua is deliberately removing her panty so that I look at her chooť and make a move. If she wants this, then why doesn't she tell me directly? Madam told me. Mona also got ready quickly. Then why isn't Bua? Is she also scared like me? Or should I make the first move and risk everything?

I gathered all my courage, my body shaking slightly, and put my hand on Bua's thigh. I started softly caressing her thighs through her nighty. I wanted to see if she was awake. Bua's thighs were incredibly soft, fairer and plumper than Madam's. The texture felt like I was running my hand on butter.

I continued to caress Bua, then gradually started moving my hand up towards her chooť. As my hand crept closer, my heart started beating faster, an alarming, loud drum in my chest. At the same time, fear was growing of being caught. A strange, electrifying wave ran through my body, a mix of fear and lust.

The near-miss with Raj's sudden movement only ratcheted the tension. I held my breath, waiting until Raj's breathing settled back into the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.

I moved my hand back to the center, covering her exposed chooť. This was the point of no return. My fingers settled directly on the wetness of her bare flesh. Her chooť was scorching hot, far hotter than I'd anticipated, and slick with moisture. The skin around her core felt softly swollen and tender, pulling my gaze to the delicate folds. With one hand cupping the weight of her breast, the other pressed against the moist heat.

A cold certainty settled over me. *If this goes wrong, if Bua gets angry, I know how to silence her.* The thought of Rakesh, her friend's brother, and the episode they had was my safety net. If she raised an alarm, I would simply remind her that her own secret—her infidelity—would be exposed right alongside mine. That knowledge, that leverage, was my only guarantee.

This much has already happened. Going back now is pointless. I've already risked everything.

The decision was made. With a surge of reckless courage, I repositioned myself. The scent of her arousal, amplified by the close lighting, was intoxicating me. I leaned down and pressed my mouth directly onto her bare, hot chooť.

The shock was electric. It was like gripping a live wire—a pulsating, intense warmth that jolted through my entire body. I tasted the slick wetness of her bare chooť instantly. The flavor was clean and slightly salty, intensely female, with a deep, earthy musk that made my head spin. I didn't hesitate; my tongue began exploring the creases and folds of her chooť. The inner lips were soft and thick, feeling plump and sensitive under the gentle pressure of my mouth. My other hand cupped the weight of her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple.

Bua's breath hitched, a faint, almost silent sound of distress or sudden pleasure. She didn't move, but her body was responding. Under my mouth, her chooť began to throb, contracting against my tongue.

I continued the rhythm, the only sound the pounding in my ears and the soft, deep breathing of Raj beside us.

Then, five minutes into the act, Bua's body stiffened violently—a dramatic, full-body rigidity that spoke of an explosive, internal climax. The muscles in her thighs tightened into iron bands. Her chooť shuddered, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky fluid directly into my mouth. The release was a seismic event, massive and uncontrolled.

When the shaking stopped, Bua let out the long breath she had been holding. A low, deep "aah" came from Bua's lips. The sound was quiet, but I heard it clearly.

I pulled my head away instantly, withdrawing my mouth from her wet core and snatching my hand from her breast. I held my breath, my body burning with adrenaline and fear, staring into the dark.

I forced my eyes up to Bua's face.

Pooja Bua's eyes were open.

She was wide awake. She was staring directly at me.

The sight of her conscious eyes was a total sensory shut-down. My heart didn't just pound; it ceased, skipping a beat before resuming a frantic, disordered rhythm. A knot tightened deep in my gut, pulling my stomach cold. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely breathe. My entire body felt rigid, pressed flat against the mattress by the weight of her gaze.

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## Update 47: The Climax and the Claiming (Avi and Pooja Bua)

The moment I saw Bua's eyes open, my world collapsed. My heart hammered with the force of a panic attack. I was utterly paralyzed, convinced Bua would scream, call my uncle, or call the security officer.

Pooja Bua got up from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulled her nighty down, fixing her clothes. Then, without a word, Bua took my hand and started pulling me out of the room. My fear had now completely taken over me. I thought Bua was going to throw me out of the house, perhaps lock the door and call my uncle. I was in no condition to resist or react; I was just quietly walking with Bua, waiting for the inevitable punishment. I felt a desperate sense that I deserved whatever pain she was about to inflict for the sin I had committed.

Bua brought me to the living room hall and stood in front of me. *What if Bua asks why I did this? What will I say?* Just thinking about the confrontation, my body started trembling violently. Bua was looking at me, but her face was unreadable. *Why hasn't Bua asked anything yet? Why hasn't she hit me?* I was bracing for her angry reaction.

Then, Bua moved. In a single, fluid motion, she reached up and took off her nighty. It fell in a silent heap to the floor. Bua was standing there, completely nude. She quickly reached out, gripped my head, and slammed her lips onto mine, initiating a fierce, demanding kiss.

I was completely unprepared. Bua was kissing me with a raw, pent-up passion. My initial shock quickly gave way to excitement, and I began to reciprocate. Bua was kissing very hard, sucking on my lips, sometimes drawing my tongue into her mouth, sometimes forcing her tongue deep into mine. I felt like my throat was drying up; it was as if she was drinking all my saliva, trying to pull the fear and hesitation right out of me.

Our kiss lasted for about ten minutes. Bua was not ready to let me go, but my lungs burned. I finally broke the kiss and separated from Bua, immediately running to the kitchen and greedily gulping down water. After normalizing my breathing, I returned to the hall.

I thought: *Whatever is happening is entirely by Bua's will. She was deliberately showing me her chooť. I was just too slow and too scared to read the signals. She must have realized I was terrified after she moaned and opened her eyes. That's why Bua kissed me: to get rid of my fear and show me what she wanted. She must have brought me outside because of Raj sleeping in the next room.*

Bua was sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily, completely nude. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Seeing her naked body, my erection returned instantly, banishing the last vestiges of my fear.

I went to Bua, gripped her head once more, and started kissing her fiercely. I wanted to show her that I was not a weak boy. This time, I was sucking on Bua's lips, kissing her with more excitement and control. After five minutes, I broke the kiss, knowing she still needed to breathe, having barely recovered from the first one.

Bua smiled, her eyes dark with desire. She ran a finger over her own swollen lips. "You know how to kiss, Avi," Bua whispered, her voice husky. Then her expression grew more intense. "Bua liked what you did on the bed, too. You made Bua feel very good."

She shifted her weight on the sofa, moving her chooť right to the very edge. The movement was slow and inviting. Bua then looked down at me, her eyes commanding. "Now, come back here and show me what your magic tongue can do."

I knelt between her thighs instantly. The air was thick with the scent of her desire and the faint, sweet musk of her recent release. I positioned myself, and this time, I was not gentle. I pressed my face hard against her wet, hot chooť and started licking with aggressive, sweeping movements. My tongue worked roughly over the sensitive skin, exploring the inner folds and focusing on the small, hard center.

Bua gasped, her hands immediately gripping the back of the sofa, her hips lifting high off the cushions. She started to moan deeply, a loud, sustained sound of pure pleasure. Her body was trembling against my head. I increased the pressure, running my tongue in hard, fast circles. Bua's gasps turned into desperate, ragged breaths. The pleasure was too much for her to hold back.

With a sudden, massive shudder, Bua climaxed again, her thighs clenching violently around my ears. A fresh, warm torrent of fluid flooded my mouth. I kept my head pressed against her, swallowing the hot sweetness, holding her hips steady as the tremors racked her body.

When the powerful shaking finally stopped, I lifted my head. Bua immediately pulled my face up to hers, crashing her mouth onto mine. She was kissing me with the taste of her own chooť still fresh on my lips and tongue.

Bua pulled back, breathing deeply, a triumphant look in her eyes. "Mmm," Bua hummed, tasting her own lips. 

Bua released my face and reached down, a clear signal that she was ready to move straight to sex. She pulled off my clothes. My trousers and underwear slid down, revealing my fully erect lunď. Seeing my lunď, Bua's eyes lit up again. My lunď was clearly longer and thicker than Rakesh's. While I didn't know what Bua's husband's lunď was like, the glow in Bua's eyes made it clear that my size was impressive.

Bua chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as she grabbed my lunď. "I must thank your chachis for all that ghee and good food they are feeding you, It has made your lunď this big and long. A true feast!" she said teasingly.

I responded with a slow smile, feeling a fresh surge of confidence.

Bua knelt down on the floor. She held my lunď in both hands, examining the thick head before opening her mouth and starting to suck on it. Half of my lunď was in Bua's mouth, and half was out. Bua was sucking very hard, almost aggressively, as if she were checking how much strength and stamina my lunď possessed.

The sensation was sharp and blinding. Bua's mouth was hot and wet, the pressure she applied was intense and unrelenting. Her tongue worked like a tight, rough band, circling the base and flicking the sensitive underside. She didn't use slow strokes; instead, she used quick, deep plunges, pulling her head away only to suck the tip of my lunď with a loud, wet sound. I could feel her throat muscles clenching as she worked deeper. The aggressive rhythm, fast and demanding, felt like a test—a silent challenge to my stamina. My back arched involuntarily, and my hands instinctively found her hair, gripping it tightly as I tried to control the rising heat. Every muscle in my body was tight; I was very close to letting go right there on the floor.

After a while, Bua stopped sucking. My lunď had passed the test. Bua lay down on the sofa, positioning herself. She held my lunď and guided it towards her chooť. But I pulled my lunď back. Bua looked up at me, her eyes asking silently what was wrong.

I put my head between Bua's thighs. I started giving light, soft kisses to Bua's chooť.I wanted to please one more time Bua in the best way possible. There were two reasons for this: First, I would get a new, willing chooť for my own pleasure. Secondly, by proving I was better than him, Bua would stop having sex with Rakesh.

I started licking Bua's chooť with my tongue. Bua immediately started moaning softly. I then started inserting my tongue deep into Bua's chooť. Bua was getting incredibly happy with my tongue-play. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense pleasure. Bua released her fluid again, the warm torrent soaking my mouth. I swallowed all the fluid, but I kept licking her chooť. Bua was getting excited again, and once again, she released her fluid.

Bua started taking long, gasping breaths, her body becoming normal after the powerful multiple orgasms. I felt that I shouldn't delay the main event any longer. I started rubbing my lunď forcefully on Bua's slick chooť. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense friction. Bua whispered urgently, "Insert it now."

I gave one powerful thrust. My lunď went in about two inches. A sharp "aah" came out of Bua's mouth. I gave another hard thrust, and my lunď sank in five inches. Bua's muffled scream came out. Because Raj was in the next room, Bua quickly pressed her lips together to stifle the sound. I immediately leaned forward and started sucking on Bua's lips, muffling her distress and helping her normalize.

As soon as Bua became calm, I gave a final, firm thrust. My entire lunď went completely into Bua's chooť. Bua's final scream was fully muffled inside my mouth. After two to three minutes, Bua became calm. I started moving my lunď slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the pressure. Bua was feeling a little pain, but it was quickly turning to pleasure. I started penetrating Bua with steady, deep movements. After a short while, Bua also started supporting me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I let go of Bua's lips, and now I increased my speed. Bua also started enjoying the furious pace. Bua released her fluid again. I was thinking whether Bua's chooť was a tap or something that was just releasing fluid after fluid.

I was nearing my own limit, but I wanted to explore her desire further. I told Bua to get off the sofa. "Bua, turn around," I said, my voice thick.

Bua moved without hesitation. She climbed onto the thick carpet, dropping to her knees and hands, presenting her arched back and her damp, inviting chooť to me.

I positioned myself behind her, kneeling close. The view was breathtaking: her large breasts hung heavy, swaying gently, while her hips were lifted slightly, making her chooť gape open just enough to show the slick, inner pinkness. I reached forward, cupping both her breasts firmly from behind, using the weight of them to steady myself.

With a powerful push, I drove my lunď back inside Bua's chooť. This deeper angle felt new and intense. Bua immediately let out a loud, muffled cry, burying her face into her arms to suppress the sound for Raj.

I held her steady, taking firm control of the movement. My rhythm was rougher, demanding, focused on deep, pounding thrusts. Each time my hips slammed against her gaand, I gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing the soft flesh. I could feel the powerful contractions inside her chooť with every stroke. The sound of wet flesh sliding and slapping filled the silence of the hall.

Bua began to moan urgently against the carpet, her gaand bucking back against me, trying to take all of my length. She shifted her weight, making her chooť even tighter around my lunď. I pressed into the deepest part of her, holding her breasts as her spine arched, pulling her body into a desperate, pleasurable curve.

The feeling was too intense to hold. I was consumed by the sight of her gaand moving and the feeling of her breasts filling my hands. My climax hit me like a shockwave. I groaned, locking my hips, and released my semen in a burning torrent deep into Bua's chooť.

I collapsed forward, my chest pressed against her sweat-slick back, my lunď still buried deep inside her. We stayed frozen there, panting heavily, the sweat covering both our bodies quickly cooling in the air. The silence of the hall returned, broken only by our labored breathing.

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[lee.jae.han]

##  Update 48: The Negotiation (Avi and Pooja Bua)

After our intense session on the hall carpet, we lay there, exhausted and panting heavily. After a few minutes, we both began to normalize. Bua got up, her movements now unhurried, and went to the bathroom. I was sitting on the sofa, still naked, leaning back. Bua returned from the bathroom, carrying a damp towel.

She sat down next to me on the sofa. We were both still bare, the intimacy of the act having stripped away any pretense. Bua gently lifted one of my legs and rested it across her lap. She took the wet towel and began to clean my lunď carefully, wiping away the sweat and sticky remains of the semen. As she worked, she started massaging my thighs and calves with the damp cloth, her touch firm but tender.

"Did you have fun?" Bua asked, her voice soft with contentment, not looking up from her task.

I glanced at her. "Yes, a lot. I think I made up for all the months you missed," I replied. "And you?"

Bua confessed, her fingers tracing the length of my lunď. "I had fun too. It's been too long since I felt like that."

"More fun than with your husband?" I pressed, needing the comparison to feel complete.

Bua chuckled, a rough, complimentary sound, as she continued the massage. "Yes, definitely more than with him. You turned out to be a long-distance horse."

I inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"Meaning you can last and give anyone complete pleasure," she clarified, smiling widely at my lunď.

I smiled, accepting the high praise that boosted my confidence.

Bua looked at me intently. "The way you were having sex with me—the slow build-up, the focus—it feels like you've done this before, Avi."

"Yes, I have done this before," I admitted simply.

"With whom?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her reserve.

"That's my secret, Bua," I said, repeating the line I used before.

I looked at her, then my eyes fell on her chooť. "Seeing your chooť, it seems like many people have enjoyed it over the years."

Bua scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Don't be silly. I have only done it with Raj's papa and today with you."

"Then what were you doing with Rakesh?" I asked, watching her face carefully.

The name hit her hard. Bua's eyes widened in genuine fear. "How do you know about Rakesh?"

"You can fool Raj, Bua, but not me. I’m the one who noticed Rakesh coming and going," I lied smoothly, keeping my face passive.

Bua sighed, defeated, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "What can I do, Avi? Raj's papa comes once a year. The rest of the time, I know how I survive the loneliness. That's why I lured Rakesh. He was available. But I didn't know that there was a real man in my own house, tucked away in the next room! Now, Rakesh's leave has been granted." She meant Rakesh was now officially dismissed from her life.

"What if he refuses to accept the dismissal?" I asked, testing her resolve.

Bua's voice turned cold and hard, a steel edge beneath the softness. "You don't know him. Rakesh has sex with his own sister too. If he does anything—if he tries to blackmail me or hurt you—I'll tell everyone that Rakesh is a sister-fucker and expose his dirty secrets first."

"You are smart, Bua. Very smart," I acknowledged, realizing her resourcefulness was a powerful defense.

"Forget all that," she said, leaning in. "First, tell me who taught you all this. You're too good to have learned this alone."

"I told you, it's a secret. A promise."

"You found out everything about me—Rakesh, my husband, my sex life—and you're not telling me anything about yourself," she challenged.

I smiled. "Students are taught by teachers, Bua."

Bua's voice dropped to a low murmur. "Meaning a female teacher taught you how to have sex? Who is she?"

"I can only tell you that much," I insisted, holding my ground.

"Why?"

"I have promised her I will not tell her name to anyone."

"Okay. Fine. I won't ask anything more about her," Bua conceded, waving a hand in resignation. "But you will have sex with me every day, won't you? Now that this has started."

"Only when I feel like it," I said, establishing my control in the relationship.

"Meaning? Why would you hold back?" she asked, confusion coloring her tone.

"Did Rakesh have sex with you every day?" I challenged.

"No, of course not. Once a month, maybe," she replied quickly.

"I'll also do it once a month then," I teased, watching her face fall with disappointment.

"Don't do that, Avi. I'm your Bua, after all, and I need this," she pleaded, gripping my knee.

"Okay, but I have a condition for increasing the frequency."

"What is it?" she asked urgently, her eyes fixed on mine.

"I want to have sex with Rakesh's sister," I said, stating the desire that had been brewing since the Mona incident.

Bua was utterly confused, leaning back slightly. "But why with her? I am here. You just said you enjoyed my company!"

"Rakesh had sex with you," I explained, leaning in, injecting a layer of possessive, protective dominance into my voice. "Bua is mine now. I want to have sex with his sister to settle the score for his transgression against my Bua."

"What's your problem with me and Rakesh having sex? Why do you feel the need to avenge me?"

"You are my Bua. How can I bear it that some random man has sex with my Bua and just walks away, without paying the price?" I said, reinforcing my possessive claim.

Bua looked at me, touched by my unexpected fervor. "You love me so much. And I was the one who used to abuse you when you were little. Okay, I'll try to set it up."

I smiled, revealing my full, complex motivation. "I had to do all this, Bua. For one, you won't abuse me now. I can have sex with you anytime I want. And secondly, I'll get another new chooť."

"If you manage that, I'll have sex with you once every week, at least," I promised, securing the future.

Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"

"And until Chachi comes back next week, I'll have sex with you every single day," I declared, offering a temporary bonus to seal the deal.

Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"

"Really," I confirmed.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Bua demanded, pulling me towards her. "Come on, let's do it one more time right now!"

I held her off, taking a moment to look down at my fully aroused lunď. "Not yet, Bua. My lunď needs a special massage treatment first."

Bua smiled playfully. "Oh? And what is this treatment, Avi? Bua is ready to serve."

I explained, my voice low. "I want you to give me a cheek massage with your face. A lunď massage, but with your cheeks."

Bua laughed, finding the request amusing, and quickly positioned herself. She took my lunď in her hand, guiding the thick head to her cheek. Bua began to stroke her face up and down the length of my lunď, starting gently. She used her soft cheek, then the slick area near her mouth, running the skin over the hot, hard shaft. She switched sides, pressing her other cheek against me, rubbing and rotating her face slowly, treating my lunď like a demanding, sensitive tool until the head was glistening with saliva and anticipation.

I groaned, holding her head steady as the sensation of her soft skin against my hard lunď drove me wild.

After the cheek massage was complete, I reached up and cupped her breasts, the weight of them heavy in my hands. "Bua, your breasts are perfect. They are like watermelons—so big and full." I kissed her passionately, then pulled back to look at her. "Now, I want to use your breasts for my lunď."

Bua quickly understood. She knelt down on the carpet right in front of the sofa where I was sitting on the edge. She lifted my lunď with her hands and positioned it, ready to follow my desire.

First, I directed her to use her breasts to massage my lunď. Bua lowered her head, taking the tip of my lunď and rubbing it against her hard nipple, creating sharp friction. Then, she pulled back slightly and used the full curve of her breast, rolling and pressing the soft, heavy flesh against the shaft of my lunď. She repeated the action with the other breast, moving with a rhythm that was entirely focused on pleasing me.

Next, I directed her to put my lunď into her cleavage. Bua pressed her massive breasts together tightly, creating a deep, warm valley. She guided my lunď right into that tight gap.

I started thrusting gently, driving the length of my lunď into the tight space between her breasts. The friction was incredible. I used the heat of her breasts to increase the pleasure, rubbing the head against one hard nipple, then pulling out and rubbing against the other. I put my head down, watching my lunď disappear and reappear as I hammered her cleavage. Bua wrapped her arms around my back, helping me increase the pressure, pressing her breasts closer together to tighten the grip on my lunď. She started panting, caught up in the fury of the action.

I was intensely aroused from the friction. Now, it was time for the final act.

I pulled my lunď out of her cleavage. Bua immediately released my hips and stood up. She quickly adjusted the cushions on the three-seater sofa, then pulled me down onto the carpet next to her.

We immediately moved to the 69 position. Bua was enjoying sucking my lunď with renewed vigor. I was also doubling Bua's pleasure by sucking her chooť, my tongue darting and swirling with intense focus. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on me and my own mouth on her was a dizzying exchange of pleasure.

After a few minutes of sucking, Bua broke the action, panting heavily. She quickly pulled me up by my hands and led me to the single armchair across the room.

Bua then sat down on the single armchair, positioning herself on my lap. I was sitting on the edge, and Bua was facing me, her legs falling over my sides. She was completely in control now. She took my lunď and guided the thick, pulsating head right to her chooť.

This time, she didn't wait. With a strong push, Bua mounted me, sinking all the way down. My lunď disappeared entirely inside her wet, hot chooť. I groaned, the pleasure of the deep, sudden penetration hitting me hard. Bua's eyes fluttered shut as she settled onto my lap, adjusting to my size.

She paused only for a moment, letting her body become accustomed to the pressure. Then, Bua started to move. She began with slow, deep grinds, rotating her hips, making every inch of my lunď rub against her inner walls. She leaned forward, kissing me fiercely as she controlled the rhythm.

The pace quickly escalated. Bua grabbed my shoulders and began to jump up and down on my lap. Her large breasts bounced wildly with every powerful drop. I grabbed her hips, helping to stabilize her, matching her force with my own resistance. The rhythm was fast and relentless, a deep, pounding connection that shook the single armchair.

Then, she switched positions without stopping. Bua quickly spun around on my lap, keeping my lunď still buried deep inside her. Now, she was facing away from me, her back pressed against my chest. This reverse angle offered a stunning view of her gaand moving.

Bua started the jumping action again, using the new position to thrust herself back and down onto my lunď. Her gaand slammed against my hips with every intense descent. I reached around her, cupping her swaying breasts from behind and squeezing them fiercely as she rode me. The feeling was a raw, primal pleasure. Bua was completely lost in the furious rhythm, panting short, desperate gasps of air.

I held onto her tightly as she rode me to the point of total exhaustion. Finally, she slumped back onto my chest, her body trembling violently with an intense, prolonged climax. I felt her chooť seize and tighten around my lunď in rhythmic pulses.

The intense, non-stop ride had pushed me over the edge as well. I released my hips and emptied my semen deep inside her with a final, shuddering surge. We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies.

The intensity of the climax left us both completely spent.

We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace on the single armchair, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies. After several long minutes, our breathing finally slowed and the tremors stopped.

Bua was the first to move. She slowly slid off my lap and stood up, steadying herself. She offered me her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the armchair. Without a word, Bua led me back across the hall.

We walked straight into the bathroom. Bua turned on the warm water and quickly stepped into the shower stall. She looked at me and gestured for me to join her. I stepped under the spray.

Bua grabbed a towel and began to wash me first. She carefully soaped and cleaned my lunď, paying close attention to every inch, gently rinsing away the semen and sweat. Her touch was tender and proprietary, treating my body with care after the rough passion. Once she was satisfied, she set me aside.

Next, Bua turned the attention onto herself. She washed her chooť thoroughly, cleaning the inner folds, then washing the rest of her body. We stood there together in the warm spray, silent and close, letting the heat soothe our muscles.

After we finished bathing, Bua dried us both quickly, tossing the used towels aside. We then quickly put on our night clothes. We walked back to the bedroom, slipped under the covers of the large bed beside Bua, and fell asleep almost instantly.

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[highsky]

Hi Lee jae han bro do u know where is Avi , why he is not active since mid 2017

[lee.jae.han]

Hi Lee jae han  bro do u know where is Avi , why he is not active since mid 2017

I'm eager to know more, especially if the original author returns to continue Avi’s journey. I’m trying to make this accessible to a wider audience by translating it.

[lee.jae.han]

# Update 49: The Day of the Secret Meal and the Second Night (Avi and Pooja Bua)


After having sex twice in the night, the sheer physical exertion meant I slept long and deeply. Bua, equally drained, slept just as late. Today, Raj woke up first. He immediately woke Bua, and then Bua woke me. I wanted desperately to burrow back under the covers, but Raj, now awake, wasn't going to allow it. Both our eyes felt heavy and scratchy from the lack of full sleep, and we squinted against the weak morning light.

We eventually made our way out. Raj immediately switched on the television in the hall. Bua walked into the kitchen to prepare the morning tea. I followed her inside.

The kitchen was narrow, and the counter shielded us slightly from the hall, though the door remained open. Bua was focused on boiling the water. I moved close to her side, leaning in. I lowered my voice to a whisper and asked Bua to open one side of her nighty and let her breast out.

Bua shot me a wide-eyed, panicked look and instantly rejected the idea, shaking her head sharply while glancing towards the hall. I quickly moved to the side of the counter and peeked out to confirm Raj's position. He was completely absorbed in the cartoon on TV, his back to us.

I turned back to Bua and gave her a reassuring nod. The thrill of the risk was clearly infecting her. Her breath hitched. She quickly looked at the kitchen door again, then lifted her nighty just enough. With a quick, smooth movement, Bua pulled her heavy, magnificent breast out, exposing it completely.

I wasted no time. I immediately cupped the warm, soft flesh and started running my thumb gently over the hard nipple. The sight of her exposed breast right next to the hot stove, knowing Raj was just a few feet away, made my heart hammer. Bua bit down on her lip, stifling a gasp, but her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She loved the danger of the moment. I kept playing with her breast for a few stolen seconds until the water began to whistle loudly, signalling the tea was ready. Bua tucked her breast away and focused on pouring the tea.

I quickly ate the breakfast Bua had made and headed home. I was sluggish with fatigue, and the thought of cooking felt like a chore. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the gate. Maybe Mala came back. If it is, I can get her to cook again. I opened the door.

A boy I didn't recognize stood there, holding a covered box. He handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow, asking, "Who sent this?"

"Your Bua sent it," he replied simply, and walked away.

I stared at the retreating boy. It must be Neeta Bua. Neha Bua wouldn't, and Pooja Bua couldn't have cooked this fast. I opened the box. Inside was a perfect, delicious meal. The aroma alone was intoxicating. I ate it greedily; the food was so good it felt like a deliberate act of care. The rich, satisfying meal, combined with the lack of sleep, sent me straight to bed. I fell asleep instantly, the intensity of the past twenty-four hours finally catching up.

My afternoon sleep broke. I quickly freshened up and prepared to leave for my study session with Komal at Neha Bua's house. I noticed that Mala still hadn't shown up. The kiss really spooked her. I decided I needed to go to college tomorrow and apologize for my sudden aggression.

After leaving Neha Bua's house, I went to Pooja Bua's. The moment she saw me, her face lit up, a genuine, joyful expression. I asked her if she'd sent the food. She only shook her head. The mystery of the benevolent Bua remained unsolved.

Pooja Bua made dinner quickly. I watched her, mesmerized by her restlessness. She was palpably desperate for our session. After dinner, she focused entirely on getting Raj to sleep.

An hour after Raj was sound asleep, Bua woke me. Today, she didn't lead me to the hall. Instead, she took me into Sweta and Shital's room, the room usually reserved for her city-dwelling daughters.

Bua swept a hand over the clean, unused space. "I cleaned this room today," she announced proudly.

"But why?" I countered, taking in the proper double bed.

She tossed her hair back, a confident gleam in her eyes. "The sofa is too cramped and noisy. There's a proper bed here. We can have sex openly and comfortably."

"That sounds better," I agreed, a smile spreading across my face. I stepped closer. "But before we start, tell me what you did about Rakesh's sister."

"She's not home," Bua replied, her hands already reaching for the buttons of my shirt. "When she comes back to her mother's house, I'll figure it out."

"Okay," I conceded, letting her undress me.

Bua, wearing nothing under her loose dress, simply lifted her nighty and pulled it off. Today, she was completely nude underneath, leaving no ambiguity. I quickly shed my own clothes. I took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Bua was already hot, her whole body buzzing from thinking about me all day.

Bua immediately grasped my shoulders and pushed me down onto the bed. She then took the initiative, positioning her magnificent gaand right over my head and lowering her slick chooť directly onto my mouth.

She lowered herself slowly, allowing me to start licking. I opened my mouth wide and plunged my tongue deep into her, swirling and searching every fold. Bua gripped the sheets, pushing her hips down hard onto my face. She started to moan instantly, the sound muffled by her own body. I licked faster and deeper, my tongue darting in and out, feeling the intense wetness and heat of her core. I continued the rough, deep work until Bua's body seized up in a sharp, sudden climax, her fluid coating my mouth completely.

Once her body calmed, Bua shifted, pulling my face up. She grabbed my lunď and guided me to sit upright on the bed. Then, the tables turned. I pulled Bua onto my lap and forced her head down onto my lunď.

Now it was my turn to take control. I positioned my lunď and sat her face down onto me, forcing the head of my lunď deep inside her mouth. I used my weight and power to drive my lunď into her throat, executing a rough, deep blowjob. I could feel her gagging and struggling for breath, her body tensing as she fought the depth of the thrusts. Her eyes teared up from the intense pressure, but I did not stop. The aggressive action was thrilling, pushing her past her limit. I maintained the furious, deep rhythm until my own vision blurred and I was shuddering on the edge of my own control.

Bua quickly released me and climbed onto my lap, facing me. She was panting, her eyes still wet from the intense blowjob. She took my lunď and guided the thick head right to her chooť.

She sat down onto me with a powerful push, mounting me fully. My lunď disappeared entirely inside her wet, hot chooť. She settled onto my lap, paused for a brief moment, and then began the ride. Bua grabbed my shoulders and started a fast, powerful jumping ride. Her large breasts bounced wildly with every drop as she slammed her chooť down onto my lunď. I held onto her hips, helping to stabilize the furious action.

In the height of the intensity, she reversed position, spinning around so her gaand was facing me. She continued the jumping ride, her gaand slamming against my hips as she thrust her body back onto my lunď. I reached around, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts from behind while she rode me hard and fast.

In our thirty minutes of furious, non-stop sex, Bua climaxed twice, her body shuddering against mine as her fluid surged.

Bua slipped out of bed to clean up. As she walked toward the attached bathroom, my eyes were drawn to her magnificent gaand. Raj's father definitely knows what to do with that. My body reacted instantly; my lunď, despite the recent release, swelled with blood.

I followed her into the bathroom. Bua was bent over the sink, cleaning her chooť. I grabbed her from behind, pulling her hips against my erection, and kissed the back of her neck. Bua immediately stopped what she was doing, leaning back into me.

I guided my lunď into her wet chooť, entering her from behind while she braced her hands against the sink. I started a slow, intense rhythm.

Then, seeking a new level of pleasure, I slid my finger down and began to probe her gaand. The tightness was immediate. Bua let out a sharp, muffled cry and jumped violently.

She twisted her neck, her eyes wide with shock. "Avi! Stop!" she hissed. "Don't put your finger in my butt!"

I didn't stop my rhythm, leaning my weight into her. "Why?" I demanded softly.

"It's so tight back there. It hurts," she whispered, tensing her body.

I kissed her shoulder, my voice a demanding whisper. "I like your gaand, Bua. It's so tight."

She pressed her head against the mirror, a strange mix of pride and fear in her voice. "Everyone likes this gaand, Avi. I know."

"Has anyone been in there besides your husband?" I asked directly, pushing into her chooť.

She shook her head. "Raj's papa likes it," she admitted. "He always has anal sex before he comes into my chooť."

The subtext was clear: Bua's gaand was reserved for marriage. I rubbed my groin hard against her. "I want to have anal sex with you too."

Bua pushed back against my chest, her body tense. "No, Avi. No," she pleaded.

I stopped thrusting. "Why not?"

"Your lunď is big. I will scream." She glanced nervously toward the door, where Raj was sleeping in the next room. "He will wake up hearing me. I'll give him a sleeping pill tomorrow. Then you can have anal sex with me without the worry."

I looked down at her, accepting the new boundary and the darker means of overcoming it. "Okay. Tomorrow it is."

With the promise sealed, I renewed my penetration, picking up speed. I thrust into her with renewed focus, pushing deep and fast. Bua immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my body tighter to hers.

Suddenly, Bua pushed her hands against the sink and lifted her entire body slightly off the floor, holding her weight with her arms. She kept my lunď buried inside her chooť as she arched her back, making the penetration angle far deeper and more intense than before. I gripped her hips tightly, surprised by the new move. The way her body was tautly suspended and stretched around me made my lunď feel incredible, reaching a depth I hadn't yet achieved.

"Keep going!" Bua gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, teaching me the unique pleasure of her suspended weight.

This Bua is possessed, I thought, hammering into her tight body. She is too hungry. The way she's teaching me different positions, showing me new ways to use her body—it's like she wants to try everything all at once. It completely amuses me.

I hammered into her hard, matching the fury of the new position, feeling the friction build to an explosive peak. The climax was surging through me, hot and unstoppable. As the pressure became unbearable, I pulled my lunď out, slick and pulsating.

Bua quickly spun around, kneeling immediately on the floor, waiting below my lunď. I aimed and released my hot semen. It spilled over her chin and mouth. Bua opened her mouth wide and eagerly collected every drop with her tongue, drinking it down instantly. She closed her eyes, swallowing deeply.

She looked up at me, a strand of semen clinging to her lower lip, which she quickly licked away with a satisfied look. "Yours tastes so strong, Avi," she murmured, a genuine compliment in her voice.

We then cleaned up in silence, put on our night clothes, and returned to the proper bed to sleep.

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