Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 50: The Anal Breakthrough (Avi and Pooja Bua)


Today too, I woke up late. Both my eyes still felt gritty, a reminder of last night's brutal session. Bua woke up and started making breakfast. Raj was already in the hall, glued to the television.

Bua walked into the kitchen to prepare the morning meal. I followed her inside, moving quickly while Raj's attention was elsewhere. The memory of the previous morning's thrill instantly took hold of me. I moved to the kitchen entrance and told Bua to stand close to the doorway, facing me, but positioned so that she could easily glance out at the hall and confirm Raj couldn't see us.

Bua gave me a tense, nervous look but complied, her back to the counter. I moved swiftly behind her. I lifted her loose nighty up, pulling it over her magnificent gaand. I leaned close, my mouth warm against the pale skin of her buttocks. Bua immediately tensed, her eyes darting constantly toward the hall entrance where Raj was sitting.

I began to lick her gaand slowly, trailing my tongue right over the tight, aching muscle. A soft, involuntary moan escaped Bua's lips, and she bit down hard on her hand to silence herself. The thrill of the danger was explosive. She was shaking slightly, but she leaned back into my mouth, clearly enjoying the risky pleasure. I continued the deep, wet licking for several seconds until the loud bubbling of the tea water forced us to stop. Bua quickly smoothed down her nighty and turned her attention back to the stove.

I finished my breakfast quickly. As I reached the kitchen door to leave, I leaned in close to Bua's ear and whispered, my voice rough with anticipation. "Prepare the gaand properly tonight, Bua. We have a lot of playing to do."

Bua instantly blushed, her cheeks flushing deep red. She slapped my arm lightly, trying to look angry but failing as a sweet smile curved her lips. "Go now!" she hissed playfully, pushing me out of the kitchen.

After breakfast, I came home. Today, the same boy came with the box again. I took the box from his hands. He asked about yesterday's box. I brought the box and gave it to him.

I took the box and went to my room to eat. After eating, I started studying. Then I went to sleep. At 4 PM, I went to Komal's house. Komal told me some important questions that had been repeated for two years. After studying with Komal, I went to Pooja Bua's house.

Pooja Bua had made food quickly today, just like yesterday. After eating, Bua brought milk for Raj. Then we went to sleep. An hour later, Bua woke me. We went to Sweta's room. Bua closed Raj's room from the outside and also closed Sweta's room from the inside.

Bua had a bottle of oil in her hands. I was happy to see Bua's preparations. Bua put the oil on the table. She started kissing me. While kissing, I took off Bua's clothes, and Bua took off mine. It was as if Bua had stopped wearing panties. I sat down and started licking Bua's chooť. Bua held my head and pressed it on her chooť. Then I stood up to get the bottle of oil. Bua stopped me, grabbing my arm.

Bua looked at me, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to quench the thirst of my chooť first," Bua whispered, her voice husky. "I want to finish that, then you can have anal sex with me."

I shook my head firmly. "No, first anal, then vaginal," I insisted.

Bua leaned toward me, pleading. "Your lunď will tear my butt. After having anal sex, because of the pain, how will I have sex in my chooť? If you have sex in my chooť first, you will benefit."

I raised an eyebrow. "How will I benefit?"

Bua explained patiently, tracing a finger down my chest. "If you have sex in my chooť first, you will be able to have anal sex for a longer time."

"Okay," I conceded, nodding at the logic.

I immediately dipped my finger in the oil and inserted it into her gaand. My finger went in easily. At the same time, I put my lunď in Bua's chooť. While having sex in her chooť, I continued to insert my finger in Bua's butt.

Raj's papa must have had anal sex with Bua a lot, which is why Bua's butt is so loose, I thought, surprised by the lack of resistance. Bua was enjoying my double attack even more, moaning deeply with the simultaneous pleasure. I was also having fun having sex in Bua's butt and chooť. After twenty minutes, the excitement of the next step pushed me over the edge. I came quickly and ejaculated into her chooť.

We rested for half an hour. I deliberately made Bua rest for a longer time. I wanted Bua to give me her full support for the upcoming anal sex.

I started kissing Bua. At the same time, I started pressing her breasts. Slowly, Bua also started getting excited, her breathing growing ragged. Bua picked up the bottle of oil and gave it to me. I properly applied oil on my lunď, covering the shaft completely. I put the rest of the oil on Bua's butt.

Bua went on all fours on the bed. I put my lunď on Bua's butt and gave one thrust. My lunď went in four inches. But only a soft, surprised "aah" came from Bua's mouth.

I asked Bua, my voice low. "It seems Raj's papa has anal sex with you a lot."

Bua nodded, pressing her head into the pillow. "Yes. If it were up to him, he would only have anal sex."

I thought Bua's butt was loose, so I inserted my entire lunď in one powerful thrust. Bua screamed. Tears immediately came to Bua's eyes. Maybe Raj's papa's lunď is as thick as mine but not as long, I realized, seeing her shock. Raj had been given a sleeping pill. Now, who would hear Bua's scream? Thinking this, I started having anal sex with Bua.

I was gripping her hips tightly, maintaining a punishing pace. I used all my strength, leaning my chest against her back and driving into her as if my lunď were a missile aimed deep inside her. I could feel every inch of my shaft rubbing against her tight, hot gaand.

I controlled the entire, furious rhythm. When Bua grunted and whimpered, signaling pain, I would slow down slightly, twisting the shaft slowly to maximize the deep, stretching sensation. Then, when her breathing quickened and her hips started to move in response—a clear sign that her pain was giving way to intense pleasure—I would instantly accelerate, pumping hard and fast. I loved the sensation of her deep, guttural moans, savoring the feeling of her being completely claimed. She started saying, "Slow down, slow down, it hurts," but I was not going to listen.

I started thrusting even harder, pressing my weight into her. A loud, wet slapping sound came from the room with every impact. I started slapping Bua's butt with my free hand. The sound was sharp and commanding. Bua's butt became red, just like a monkey's butt. The redness showed the aggression of my claim.

I drove into her relentlessly, maintaining the brutal, varied pace until my muscles burned and my breath came in ragged gasps. I felt the final, powerful rush build—a slow, agonizing wave that was about to break. I held her hips still and surged deep, feeling the walls of her gaand convulse around my lunď as I ejaculated inside her.

I took my lunď out of Bua's butt. There was blood on my lunď. I went to the bathroom and cleaned it. My heart was pounding hard against my ribs; the intensity had left me shaking. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, the adrenaline slowly receding. I felt a knot of guilt tighten in my stomach seeing the blood, but the sheer power of the act was exhilarating.

Then Bua got up and started going towards the bathroom. Bua was staggering as she went. I wore my clothes. After twenty minutes, Bua came back. Bua had worn her nighty.

Bua looked at me, her face pale. "Does anyone have anal sex like that?" she asked, her voice strained.

I stood up, walking toward her. "Your butt is so good that I couldn't control myself," I answered, my voice still rough.

"But I am your Bua. You could have gone a little slow," Bua pleaded, rubbing her lower back.

"Sorry, Bua. I'll go slow next time," I promised, though I knew I might not.

Bua shook her head firmly. "I'll never have anal sex with you again," she declared.

Bua sighed, pressing her hand to her aching gaand. "Come on, let's sleep now," she said.

I stopped her. "And chooť?" I asked, reminding her of the earlier desire.

Bua waved her hand dismissively. "That's yours. Have sex whenever you want. Come on, let's sleep now. I'm in too much pain."

We slipped into bed. I felt a fierce sense of satisfaction. I had broken the final barrier.

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[Rocky@handsome]

Excellent, story — Avi Is Gaining Confidence — Loving Every Second Of It — though one element is missing, just expecting to speak vulgar words, bold and Dirty Words Especially In hindi, From Pooja Bua

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Kartikeya]

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.

Hi, Man, I have a Request, Can u please store the story you are translating in pdf form, so it can be stored Safely, when the translation completes of the story that had been written till 2017, even though it will take a lot time then u can upload on cloud to let us download it Please, Its An Request.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 51: The Fading Light and the New Spark (Avi, Rati, and Pooja Bua)

The morning after the brutal anal session, I woke late. Bua was already awake, the scent of cooking oil mixing with the stale, heavy air of the closed-off room. Raj was already settled in the hall, eyes glued to the television.

I found Bua standing over the stove, making breakfast. I walked right up behind her, leaning close. As she kept her eyes constantly darting toward the hall, I swiftly reached under her thin morning clothes. I cupped one of her breasts, immediately squeezing it hard. Bua flinched, biting down on her lip to suppress the gasp. I pressed harder, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh and her desperate, silent endurance due to Raj's presence just outside.

She instantly grabbed my hard lunď through my pajamas, her hand moving urgently and secretively. She began playing with it, a frantic, rhythmic squeeze that showed her own building hunger.

I leaned down to her ear, my voice a low, rough murmur. "I want your mouth on me, Bua. Right now."

She shook her head against my shoulder, her eyes wide with fear. "How can I? What if Raj comes in?" she whispered, panicked.

I gripped her hip firmly. "Take a risk, Bua. The risk makes it better," I challenged her.

She sighed, a quick sound of surrender and wild desire. She looked toward the hall, her brow furrowed in concentration. She told me to keep a focused watch on Raj. Then, she started to kneel slowly, her hair falling around her shoulders.

But I stopped her, gripping her arm to pull her back up. I leaned close to her ear, adding one more condition. "You have to be completely nude, Bua."

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and frustration. "How is that possible here, Avi?" she angrily asked.

I whispered my plan to her, tracing my finger softly down her spine. Her face immediately changed. A wicked, excited smile replaced her anger, and she nodded quickly in agreement.

As planned, after finishing my breakfast, I lingered for some time, talking to Bua and establishing a routine. When the signal passed between us, Bua abruptly entered the bathroom. A moment later, I heard her calling out to Raj. "Raj! The shampoo is finished! Go quickly to the shop and get a new bottle!" she shouted.

Raj groaned from the hall. "Mom, I just bought a new one yesterday!" he shouted back. Before Bua could protest, he appeared at the kitchen entrance with a small bottle he had bought from the shelf.

Seeing the opportunity fail so quickly, both Bua and I felt a wave of crushing disappointment. Bua badly wanted to taste my lunď now, and she wasn't going to wait. She quickly came up with a new, bolder plan. She re-entered the bathroom, and seconds later, a loud, metallic clanking sound echoed, followed by the sudden sound of gushing water.

Bua opened the door just a crack. "Raj! The tap broke! The water is going everywhere! Fix it now!" she demanded.

Raj whined loudly. "Mom, you know I can't fix anything! Ask Avi Bhai to help you!"

The new plan worked better than the old one. I happily jumped up, seizing the unexpected gift. "Don't worry, Bua, I'll fix it!" I told her.

Bua gave me a quick, intense look of gratitude and desire. I rushed into the bathroom. We quickly closed the door, latching it firmly. Bua quickly explained that we had to close it tight, not just to keep Raj from seeing, but because the flooding water would quickly enter the main bedroom.

The bathroom instantly became our private, tense world. We quickly stripped off our clothes in the steam and sound of the running water. We started urgently kissing and sucking each other's bodies, the pressure of the broken tap driving our haste.

Bua quickly slid down to her knees, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She immediately took my lunď into her hungry mouth and began to suck it deep and fast, utterly focused on her task. Her hands were immediately on my balls, gently fondling them while her mouth worked fiercely. She lowered her head further, briefly moving her tongue to the base of my lunď, tracing the path down to my asshole with a quick, wet flick. The intense, hidden pleasure of that quick, deep lick made me groan. I held her head, pushing her down, watching her body work furiously to drain my anticipation. She didn't stop, sucking until my entire tank was completely empty.

Meanwhile, the sound of the running water slowly died out as the main water tank also ran completely empty.

I zipped up my pants, quickly fixed the broken tap with a wrench, and then opened the door. I told Raj the water was fixed, grabbed my shirt, and left the house, my legs weak with spent desire and the excitement of the morning's dangerous conquest., 

I returned home. Today, Saturday, the delivery boy brought the tiffin again. After eating, I went out to wander around the market.

While walking, I saw Mala. But because her mother was with her, I couldn't talk to Mala.

Then I headed towards Mangla Kaki's shop.

Mangla Kaki's daughter, Rati, was sitting in the shop. I walked in and started talking to her, leaning on the counter. "Where is Mangla Kaki?" I asked.

Rati fiddled with a small box. "Mom is out. You stopped coming here completely."

I shrugged. "No, nothing like that."

She looked up, a hint of something challenging in her eyes. "Since you've come today, stay for a little while. Mom is out anyway."

I sat down, feeling the possibility hanging in the air. "So tell me, how is everything going with you?"

Rati looked down, her face sinking into a sad expression. "Nothing special."

"Why? What happened?" I pressed her.

"You know already," she mumbled, pushing the box aside.

I frowned, pretending not to know. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Rati sighed, her gaze darting towards the door. "What should I tell you? Ever since Mom caught me hanging out with Ravi, I've just been stuck sitting at this shop."

"With Ravi?" I asked, trying to sound surprised.

She scoffed, a quick, sharp sound. "Why are you acting so shocked? I was just passing time with him."

*It seems I might have to pass some time with her too, I thought. I am much better than Ravi.* I stood straighter.

Rati looked me up and down, a slight sneer on her lips. "You are still just a kid."

"That's only what you think," I challenged her, my jaw tightening.

"Then who thinks you are big?" she asked, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Anyone who has really known me says I've grown up now," I stated, holding her gaze.

Rati paused, considering me deeply. "Then maybe I'll have to see for myself once."

"If you see it once, you'll keep calling me to look at it again and again," I promised, a confident smile stretching across my face.

She squinted at me. "Who knows? From the outside, you look fine."

"I'm fine from every side," I countered, the boldness rushing through me.

Rati straightened up suddenly, the sad look completely gone, replaced by a swift, eager look. "Then let's go home and take a look."

*This girl agreed instantly!* "Then let's go," I agreed, moving towards the door.

"Wait, let me close the shop," she said, quickly getting up.

Just as Rati stood up to close the shop, Mangla Kaki arrived. Seeing her mother, Rati's face fell instantly.

Mangla Kaki smiled brightly at me. "How are you, Avi? You've come after so many days."

I explained my absence, forcing a disappointed expression. "What can I do, Kaki? I'm alone at home. I have to do all the work myself, so I don't get time to come here."

Mangla Kaki waved her hand dismissively. "Your Chachi is coming on Monday. Come after that."

"Okay, Kaki, I'll leave now," I said, trying to make my exit.

"Why are you getting up and going away in the middle of our talk?" she asked, surprised.

"Chachi is coming on Monday, so I have to clean the house," I lied smoothly. "I haven't cleaned the house in five days."

"Then do it tomorrow," Mangla Kaki suggested.

"I have to study tomorrow too," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, feigning stress.

Mangla Kaki thought for a moment, then an idea brightened her face. "Sit down now. Tomorrow, I will send Rati over. She will help you."

*Kaki got caught in the trap!* I turned to Rati, playing the innocent card. "First, ask Rati."

Mangla Kaki laughed, a booming sound. "Why ask her? She will come to your house tomorrow. Your Chachi will be happy when she finds out Rati helped you."

"Whatever you think is right, Kaki," I said, trying to contain my excitement. I saw the sudden, fierce joy shining in Rati's eyes.

I talked with Mangla Kaki for an hour, then went home.

After reaching home, I went to Komal's house. After studying there, I came to Pooja Bua's house.

Just like yesterday, Bua mixed sleeping pills into Raj's milk. But Bua had said she wouldn't let me hit her gaand again. Whatever happens, I decided, I would pound Bua's gaand again tonight.

Bua and I went into Sweta's room.

I asked Bua why she had given Raj sleeping pills today.

Bua quickly shook her head, her hand fluttering near her mouth. "It's not what you think. I won't let you fuck my gaand again. I only did this so I could enjoy the fucking with you openly."

I felt a surge of disappointment, a deep sigh catching in my throat. Then I thought, Let it go, at least I am getting the chooť. Besides, upsetting Bua too much would cause me problems.

I grabbed Bua's wrist, not heading toward Sweta's closed door, but pulling her toward the hall. "We're going to your room," I whispered, a dark excitement rising in me.

Bua resisted, pulling back instantly. "No! Are you crazy? He's right there. What if he wakes up?" she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.

I didn't argue. I simply backed her against the wall in the dark hallway and quickly stripped off shirt. Her gaze immediately locked onto my hard, pulsating lunď, visible beneath the thin fabric of my  pants. I slowly pulled down my night pants, letting her see its full, aggressive size. Bua's resistance seemed to crumble instantly, replaced by a deep flush of desire. Her breathing turned shallow.

I took her hand and led her silently into Bua's room. Raj was lying on his stomach, his breathing deep and even from the sleeping pill.

I guided Bua to the foot of the bed and helped her quickly lift her nighty and panties, exposing her beautiful body. I didn't let her take them off completely, wanting the clothing to stay on for the speed of the act. I positioned her on the bed, her hands bracing against the mattress, her gaand aimed toward me.

She looked back at me, still hesitant. "Avi, I can't. Not here," she begged in a silent whisper.

I leaned in, my voice a demanding reassurance. "I want to enjoy you right here, in your own room, Bua. He's sleeping due to the heavy pill; he won't wake up," I promised her, the thrill thick in my throat.

I ignored her plea and aggressively positioned myself. She was already in the doggy position, ready on the bed. I gently pushed her gaand and ducked my head, my mouth going straight to her wet chooť from behind. I licked her slick, hot folds quickly, dragging my tongue deeply across her most sensitive spot. 

Bua shook violently, and a quiet sound of surrender escaped her. Once she was completely lost in that sudden, forbidden pleasure, I pushed my lunď into her chooť from behind. The pleasure of the deep, tight entry stopped all protest right away.

I started pumping slowly, then faster. I watched as her large breasts swung and danced with the motion, coming dangerously close to Raj's sleeping head. Bua's eyes were squeezed shut, and a raw moan was trapped in her throat. She could feel the enormous risk, the ultimate violation, and it was driving her mad with desire.

I slammed into her hard, and her hips rose and fell. She opened her eyes, darting a look at Raj's face, then back at me. A powerful shudder ran through her, and she grabbed the sheets fiercely. The sight of her boobs swinging over her son's sleeping body was too much for her. The sheer, violent energy was entirely due to the thought of Rati and the dangerous location. Bua felt the difference, screaming louder in muffled gasps with every powerful thrust. The sounds of our unrestrained passion filled the room.

The tension grew quickly. I gripped her hips and pushed in with long, hard strokes. I used the thought of Rati to fuel my rage inside Bua's hot body. Bua yelled rough curses; her mix of pleasure and pain made my pace relentless inside her wet chooť. My heart pounded hard, my palms were slick with sweat, and the sudden rush made my breathing shallow and fast. I pushed all that energy into one final, deep thrust, sinking into release as my mind eagerly jumped ahead to tomorrow.

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[lee.jae.han]

Hi, Man, I have a Request, Can u please store the story you are translating in pdf form, so it can be stored Safely, when the translation completes of the story that had been written till 2017, even though it will take a lot time then u can upload on cloud to let us download it Please, Its An Request.

Sure , I’ll upload two versions once the translation is done:

1. The literal translation, staying exactly true to the author’s original text.
   
2. The extended version, which includes my modifications and additional material — the one I’ve been working on here.
   

[Kartikeya]

Sure , I’ll upload two versions once the translation is done:

1. The literal translation, staying exactly true to the author’s original text.
   
2. The extended version, which includes my modifications and additional material — the one I’ve been working on here.
   

I am Grateful, Thank u Very much, Brother  

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 52: The Sunday Afternoon Surrender (Avi and Rati)


It was Sunday today. Chachaji would be back from the village tomorrow. From tomorrow, my visits to Pooja Bua's place would stop. I knew I had to make the most of tonight and give Bua a thorough ravishing. Who knew when I would get a chance to sleep at her house again. But that was for tonight. Right now, it was time for fun with Rati.

At 11:00 am, Rati arrived at my house. I expected Rati to pounce on me the moment she walked in. But she didn't. Instead, Rati immediately started cleaning the house. I thought maybe I had misunderstood what Rati was talking about yesterday. Maybe she meant something else entirely.

I started helping Rati, but the atmosphere was anything but innocent. As we cleaned the rooms, Rati began to play a slow, teasing game. While sweeping the floor, she would bend over low, letting the fabric of her kurta fall away from her neck, giving me long, enticing glimpses of her cleavage. When she wiped down the high windows, she would stretch her arms up, pulling the cloth of her salwar tight across her hips and stomach.

The real game began when we were cleaning the back room. The light was dim, and the air was thick with dust. Rati bent down to move a heavy box. As she did, her kurta suddenly rode up, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her lower back. She straightened up slightly, glancing at me with a knowing smirk. Then, she deliberately raised her arms to adjust the high window latch. As her kurta rode higher, she let the end of her salwar suddenly loosen. The fabric slipped completely down to her knees, revealing her bare, round gaand and the tight line of her panties. She held that position for a long, slow moment, her eyes fixed on mine, completely exposed from the waist down. 

My breath hitched in my throat. When I took a desperate step toward her, she snapped the salwar back up and went back to work. The message was perfectly clear: The cleaning was just the excuse, and the real fun was waiting.

She worked quickly, finishing all the chores in just an hour—a job that would have taken me at least three hours. She even cooked a meal. After serving me the food, she went into the bathroom. I started eating. Once I finished, I sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Rati came out of the bathroom. She walked up to me and sat down right in front of the sofa. I just stared, completely stunned. Rati was sitting there with no clothes on. She was completely naked.

Rati smiled, her eyes glittering with challenge, asking me, "Why are you staring like that? Haven't you ever seen someone naked before?"

I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks and my lunď twitching painfully. "I have, but you are the most beautiful of all of them," I admitted, my voice rough.

She leaned in, her eyes glinting. "Now, are you just going to keep staring, or are you going to do something?"

"Yes, I'm going to do something now," I confirmed, standing up.

Rati watched me, folding her arms across her bare chest. "You must be wondering how I gave in so quickly."

"Yes, I am," I admitted.

She sighed, a frustrated look crossing her face. "I want this chooț pounding even more than you do. For the last six months, no lunď has entered my chooț. The itching in my chooț is driving me crazy. My mother has stopped me from going out to the market or the shop. She stays at home herself and keeps an eye on me, so I can't go out, and I can't invite anyone over either."

"When I saw you yesterday, I felt like you could relieve this chooț itch. And Mom wasn't home then. Even if your lunď is small, I would have definitely let you screw me, but just then, Mom came back. Everything was ruined. But because of you, I've managed to leave the house after six months."

I lowered my voice, confused. "Then why did you start working the moment you arrived?"

Rati shook her head quickly. "I made the same mistake with Ravi. I called Ravi home to fuck me, but Mom saw everything. She locked me up inside the house."

"I don't understand," I pressed her.

She scooted closer. "Look, Mom won't suspect you. She thinks of you as a child. That's why she sent me to your place. And you can come to my house anytime, too. You can relieve my itch whenever you want. How could I let go of this chance?" Rati's expression hardened slightly. "Your Chachi will be back tomorrow. Your Chachi will definitely come to my house tomorrow. I know my mother well. She will ask your Chachi if I cleaned the house or not. I know how I've survived these last six months. That's why I don't want to take any chances. You can fuck my chooț whenever you want."

"I understand that," I said, my gaze dropping to her full, ripe body. "But why did you come in front of me naked?"

"I didn't want you to be afraid to move forward," Rati whispered, her eyes dark with a desperate kind of desire. "I made your job easy for you. Now, are you going to do something, or will you just keep asking questions? I don't have much time, that's why I finished all the work quickly."

I stood up. Then I took off all my clothes. Rati stood facing me, and I watched her eyes widen as they traveled down my body. She looked surprised, and then a wave of pure happiness crossed her face. "Ravi's was so small," she admitted with a slight laugh, her eyes glued to my erection. "But this... this is exactly what I wanted to see." 

Seeing Rati's full, rounded, plump body, my lunď became stiff like a rod. Rati looked at my lunď and smiled happily, a genuine, eager smile. Then Rati quickly grabbed my lunď, took it into her mouth, and started licking it with great affection, sucking on it like it was an ice cream. I started brutally massaging her big, thick breasts. For about ten minutes, Rati licked and sucked my lunď, turning it red.

I lifted Rati into my arms and carried her to my room. I laid Rati down on the bed. I spread her legs wide. I put my mouth on her chooț and started licking it. Rati started moaning. "Ah, ah, lick my chooț like this, ah! Eat the whole chooț. How long I've been craving to have my chooț licked. No one has ever licked my chooț until today. Lick it more, lick it harder, ah, ah, just keep licking, si, si, ah, ah..."

She gasped as my tongue found a sweet spot. "Oh, what are you doing? Oh, this feels so good! Where did you learn this? You're a great artist, oh, you son of a bitch, look how he's licking my chooț, oh Avi, I'm honestly having an amazing time, lick, lick it all up, lick the whole chooț, oh, oh, uuuuuuuuugggggggg!"

With full pleasure, I ran my tongue over her chooț, spreading the lips with my fingers and trying to push my pointed tongue inside.

"Hai re, ssssssiiiiiii, push your tongue in! Push it and lick my chooț well! Hai re, I'm dying! Oh, I've never felt this much pleasure, oh, look how he's licking the chooț... sssssseeeeeee, lick, lick it harder, you son of a bitch!"

Hearing Rati's words, I started licking her chooț even harder.

After a little while, Rati released her fluid. I drank all of Rati's juice.

I asked Rati what my number was.

Rati said, "I have taken four lunďs so far, and your number is fifth."

"Who broke your seal?" I asked her.

Rati replied, "My Mama did." Then she grabbed my arm impatiently. "You ask too many questions and do too little work. Yes, now hit that thrust and shove your horse-like lunď into my chooț."

I positioned my lunď on Rati's chooț. I gave a jerk, and the lunď went half inside. A scream escaped Rati's mouth. I quickly put my lips on Rati's and started kissing her. I was afraid someone might hear because this time I was doing the fucking at home.

As soon as Rati calmed down, I gave a second jerk. My whole lunď entered Rati's chooț.

Rati screamed loudly. It was a good thing I was kissing her, muffling the sound with my lips.

After a while, Rati was back to normal. I pulled the lunď out and shoved it inside with a single thrust. Rati's scream was again muffled in my mouth. I had to quench Rati's six months of thirst. And because she had taken four lunďs before, I started giving powerful thrusts. Rati couldn't bear my long jerks and released her fluid.

I kept up my thrusts. Now Rati started enjoying it.

"Ssssssssiiiiiii, oh my God, what a strong lunď, like a hot iron rod, grinding against the walls of the chooț straight on! tearing the chooț of someone who has already been fucked. This is so much fun, go on, you bastard, push the lunď deeper, push it deeper!"

Hearing Rati's words, I started thrusting even harder.

After almost forty minutes of powerful fucking, I released my fluid inside Rati's chooț. Rati knew what to do after the fluid went in, so I was relaxed. My chest heaved violently with exhaustion, my breath catching in my throat. A heavy, pleasant dullness settled over my limbs, and I collapsed onto Rati, feeling the intense, slow-burn satisfaction spreading through my muscles. My heart was pounding hard and slow against her skin, and for a few long moments, all I could focus on was the rush of relief and the heavy, sweet scent of our sweat mixing on the sheets.

Rati relaxed against me, her body slick with sweat. She raised her head and began placing light, damp kisses across my face and neck.

She squeezed my arm. "No one has ever fucked me like this before."

I leaned my head back on the pillow, content. "If you're happy, I'm happy."

Rati quickly went to the bathroom. When she returned, she started dressing immediately, pulling her kurta down over her shoulders.

I sat up, reaching for her. "Let's do it one more time."

She shook her head, pulling her dress up swiftly. "No."

I frowned. "Why, didn't you have fun?"

"I had a lot of fun," she admitted, her tone shifting to urgency. She glanced at the windows. "If I'm late getting home, my mother will know. I'm as good as dead."

"Then when will we meet again?" I asked, worried about losing my new conquest.

She tied the drawstring of her pants. "I can't come here again. Mom will never allow it. But you can come to my house."

"Okay." I nodded, accepting the new terms.

Rati left. I was drained, the sheer aggression of the afternoon's session having taken its toll. I went straight to bed, sinking into the mattress.

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## Update 53: The Bed Sheet Dare and the Morning Apology (Avi and Pooja Bua)


I woke up late that evening. After meeting Komal and visiting her house, I went to Pooja Bua's. The impending arrival of my uncle cast a shadow over our time. I knew I needed to make tonight count, but I felt the weariness of the afternoon sex weighing down my body.

I managed to fuck Bua only once that evening. Bua, knowing this was our last night of freedom, was desperate for a powerful, final fuck, but I simply didn't have the energy left. The exhaustion made my thrusts slow, methodical, and unsatisfying. Bua sighed heavily when I finished, turning away from me and going quietly to sleep. Her body language was heavy with disappointment.

I didn't want to leave Bua sad. The thought bothered me, especially after all she had given me.

The tension grew quickly. I gripped her hips and pushed in with long, hard strokes. I used the thought of Rati to fuel my rage inside Bua's hot body. Bua yelled raw curses; her mix of pleasure and pain made my pace relentless inside her wet chooť. My heart pounded hard, palms slick with sweat, and the sudden rush made my breathing shallow and fast. I pushed all that energy into one final, deep thrust, sinking into release as my mind eagerly jumped ahead to tomorrow.

I woke before dawn. The room was still dark and quiet, Raj's even breathing a soft sound nearby. I turned to Bua and quietly slipped my hands under her nighty, finding her large, warm breasts. I started lightly stroking and kneading them.

Bua's sleep broke. She let out a small, pleased sound and turned towards me, happy with the early morning attention.

I unzipped my trousers. I pulled my lunď out and brought it near Bua's mouth. Bua's eyes were wide now, alert with desire. She reached out, grabbing me like a predator seizing its prey, and pulled me into her mouth. She started sucking it with focused attention, making the head of my lunď even redder and more sensitive. I reciprocated, my hands kneading and massaging Bua's boobs, doubling her pleasure.

After sucking for a few minutes, Bua pulled back just enough to whisper, "Leak it all in my mouth, Avi. I want to swallow it."

I shook my head slightly, pulling her back up to face me. "No, Bua. I need to be inside you one last time. I want to fuck you," I whispered back, my voice firm.

She looked anxious, her eyes darting toward Raj. "We can't go to the other room. If he wakes up, he will search for us," she whispered quickly. "The bathroom is too risky now too."

Then, her eyes lit up with reckless excitement. She pulled the sheet up around us, covering our heads. "We do it right here, under the sheet." She quickly pulled my night pants down to my knees and lifted her nighty to her waist. She then turned her back to me and snuggled up to Raj, wrapping an arm around him just like she always did. She pulled the sheet tight around their bodies.

She whispered her plan, her voice strained with excitement. "If he stirs, I will shake my ass. You have to stop instantly and close your eyes."

I agreed instantly, the sheer danger making my lunď throb painfully hard. This was a new kind of thrill. I carefully adjusted her ass away from Raj's sleeping form, found her wet chooť with my fingertips, and guided my lunď to the opening. I pushed in with agonizing slowness.

Bua immediately bit down hard on her lower lip, pressing her mouth shut to stifle any sound. She pressed her entire body against Raj to anchor herself. After a short period of agonizing stillness, Bua relaxed into the moment. I started fucking Bua slowly, deeply, focusing on powerful pressure rather than speed. The rhythmic friction caused the bed to squeak, a small, dangerous sound that made my heart leap. I held the sound in check, keeping my thrusts powerful but controlled.

Bua also entered the moment fully. She started to lift her hips slightly, meeting my thrusts, working with me perfectly to minimize the bed's movement. I held her hip to control her rhythm, and she moved perfectly with me. The thrill was unbelievable. I looked at her face; her eyes were wide open, looking intensely at Raj's peaceful, sleeping face with a fierce mix of terror and wild satisfaction. As I kept up the slow, relentless pace, she climaxed twice, shaking violently against Raj's body, but managing to keep the movements controlled and silent.

After about forty minutes of this powerful, controlled fucking, I released my semen deep into Bua's chooť.

In the quiet morning, Bua was radiant. The sadness and disappointment from the night had completely vanished, replaced by a satisfied, blooming happiness.

Having made Bua happy one last time, I came home. The boy brought the food box again, quietly taking the empty one and leaving without a word. I ate the meal, studied for a while, and then went to sleep, the accumulated fatigue demanding rest.

My Chacha was due to arrive this afternoon. I came home and finished my recovery by sleeping away the morning's exhaustion.

I woke up and dressed, the house now meticulously clean thanks to Rati. I settled into the living room, waiting for the sound of a car. My domestic freedom was over. I started to wait for the arrival of my Chachaji and, more importantly, my Chachi.

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## Update 54: The Return of the Chachis (Avi and Chachis)

My Chacha arrived back from the village, bringing the house to life. As the family spilled out of the vehicle, the familiar sounds of luggage and greetings filled the air. Suman Chachi reached me first. She pulled me into a tight, maternal hug, her familiar scent washing over me. Then Seema Chachi embraced me, and finally Meena Chachi, all hugging me after the week-long separation. My Chacha, exhausted from the travel, walked straight past us and collapsed onto the bed.

Suman Chachi slowly surveyed the hall. Her eyes passed over the swept floor and dusted surfaces. She smiled, a hint of surprise in her expression. She rested her hands on her hips, observing the clean space. "You cleaned the house and kept it so well. What was the need for all this effort? We were coming today anyway," she said.

I shifted my weight, relieved the cleaning had been noticed. *I remembered Rati's words about her mother checking up, and the cover story held.* "Chachi, Mangala Kaki had sent Rati to help me," I explained.

Suman Chachi frowned slightly. "You should have said no to Mangala Chachi."

"I did say no," I explained, trying to sound responsible. "But Kaki said that when you came, you would complain that I didn't take care of myself. She insisted on sending Rati," I finished, letting the blame rest innocently on Mangala Kaki.

Suman Chachi nodded, mollified by the explanation. "That's fine. Did you study or just play all week?" she asked.

"I've stopped playing now," I reassured her. "I have exams in one and a half months. I'm studying with Komal." I quickly changed the subject. "Is the work in the village done, Chachi?"

"No, it's not finished yet," Suman Chachi said, the smile fading slightly. "The result of going to the village is still pending."

I frowned. "Will you have to go back to the village again?"

"No," she replied firmly, shaking her head. "I won't have to go now."

Seema Chachi and Meena Chachi returned from the bathroom, fresh from their baths. Suman Chachi went to take her turn. Seema Chachi headed directly to the bedroom to rest.

Now it was just me and Meena Chachi in the quiet hall.

Meena Chachi sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs. She looked at me closely, a small, private smile on her face. "How was your one week, Avi? It was the first time you were completely alone at home. Did you eat well, or did you just mess around?"

I thought of Pooja Bua's desperate pleasure and Rati's bold exhibition. I kept my answer carefully vague. "I don't know how one week passed with Pooja Bua. It went by so fast."

Meena Chachi smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. She leaned back against the cushions. "Sounds like you had a lot of fun with your Bua."

"Yes," I agreed, keeping my tone innocent. "Playing with Raj, talking… I don't even know when I fell asleep and when I woke up."

Meena Chachi shrugged. "Yes, there's no one here at home to play with you."

"That's not exactly true," I countered, thinking of my new arrangement with Rati.

Meena Chachi leaned forward, her voice dropping to a teasing register. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Someone might be coming to play with you soon."

I straightened, alert, my curiosity spiking. "Who's coming?" I pressed her.

She winked slowly. "That's a surprise. It's up to you whether you're ready or not. You will find out soon," she insisted.

I felt a sudden, hot wave of anticipation wash over me. *Was she talking about Rati, or was Meena Chachi suggesting something entirely different and far riskier?* "I'm ready," I insisted, leaning toward her. "First, tell me who's coming."

Meena Chachi just chuckled, the sound low and knowing. She rose from the sofa. "That's what I'm waiting to see," she said, her smile broadening.

Suman Chachi came back, tying the drawstring of her clean skirt.
 
Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi moved into the kitchen, the familiar sounds of cooking starting up. Seema Chachi also got up, and my Chachaji finally emerged from his nap, looking refreshed. He took a bath. We all ate the food together. It felt genuinely good to eat as a full family again. After talking for a little while, I went to my room and fell asleep. I couldn't shake the feeling that my Chachis knew more about my week than they were letting on.

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## Update 55: The Secret Donor (Avi, Suman, Seema, and Meena Chachi)

The house went completely silent, heavy with the late hour. I pretended to sleep, but the soft, tense whispers drifted easily to my room. I shifted gently, pressing my ear to the door, listening to Suman Chachi, Seema, and Meena Chachi gathered in the main hall. Their voices were barely audible.

"Meena, is the work in the village done? Now what is the next step?" Suman Chachi leaned back against the sofa, her hands clasped tightly, her voice thin with expectation.

"Assume it's done." Meena Chachi nodded, a serene and confident calmness in her voice.

"Did you find the man?" Seema shifted on her seat, her eyes fixed nervously between her sisters-in-law. Her voice was a tight, eager question.

"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed simply.

"Go and ask him tomorrow, then." Suman Chachi's hands unclasped, her body tensing slightly.

"That will take a little time." Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, allowing a deliberate pause to hang in the air.

"Why?" Suman Chachi frowned, a deep crease forming between her brows.

"I haven't asked him yet," Meena Chachi admitted softly.

"What? You haven't asked him yet?" Suman Chachi stared at her, her voice rising in disbelief. She slapped her knee lightly, the small sound loud in the quiet hall. "What if he says no?"

"I trust him more than I trust myself." Meena Chachi smiled, a triumphant, secretive light in her eyes. The depth of her confidence stopped Suman Chachi's questions.

"How old is he? Does he look good?" Seema leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her eyes wide with bright curiosity.

"He's still young. And he looks good, too." Meena Chachi shrugged lightly, a careless dismissal of the details.

"Meena, you're not thinking about a boy, are you? We need a viable option." Suman Chachi watched her, her suspicion hardening into a voice that was old and firm with worry.

"Yes, he is a boy." Meena Chachi nodded once, confirming the fact, utterly unconcerned by Suman Chachi's fear.

"Really? A young one?" Seema clapped her hands together softly, a happy shock widening her eyes.

"Suman Didi, his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chachaji's." Meena Chachi leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper.

"But being long doesn't mean you can become a mother. It has to work." Suman Didi dismissed the measurement with a quick wave of her hand. Her focus remained completely practical.

"You can leave that part to me." Meena Chachi smiled again, a hint of hard steel in her voice that was absolute.

"Are you telling the truth? If yes, I'll do it with him first. I'm desperate." Seema Chachi looked at her eagerly, whispering urgently, her need raw.

"No, I'll check first. If I become a mother, then it's your turn." Meena Chachi crossed her arms, claiming the right fiercely.

"I'm older than you! I'll become a mother first." Seema protested immediately, her voice cracking with impatience.

"Suman Didi is the oldest. And besides," Meena Chachi whispered, her voice tightening with the real, undeniable risk, "he can still say no to you both. First, I'll secure the arrangement. And I take the biggest risk: Avi's Chachaji sleeps with me. If you suddenly become pregnant in my place, Avi's Chachaji will instantly find out the truth."

"Okay. You become a mother first, then we will line up." Seema conceded, nodding slowly, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.

"I'll start trying to win him over from tomorrow." Meena Chachi stated, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, calculating anticipation.

"Okay, it's late now. We should go to sleep." Suman Chachi checked the clock on the wall, ending the meeting.

"We'll talk more tomorrow." Meena Chachi rose, her posture confident.

I lay there in the dark, my body rigid, my heart hammering a quick, frantic rhythm against the mattress. A boy... with a long, thick lunď... who they want to use to become mothers. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, and a knot of confusion and fear tightened in my gut. My mind raced, trying to put together the pieces of this dangerous, whispered plan. A sharp, burning curiosity mixed with a deep sense of dread—what were my Chachis truly planning, and what did this new, unknown boy mean for us all? The secret hung heavy and terrifying in the quiet darkness of the house.

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## Update 56: The Letter and the Alibi (Avi and Meena Chachi)


The next morning, Meena Chachi had to shake me awake. The long nights at Bua's house had ruined my internal clock. I rushed to get fresh and went straight to college. The campus felt empty. I found Komal, who explained that Principal Sir had closed most classes until the exams so we could focus on self-study. Only a few of us were using the library.

I scanned the library, looking for Mala, but she wasn't there. Mala was definitely studying at home. I sat with Komal and managed to focus on my studies for a few good hours.

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While Avi was at college, the deep cleaning frenzy began at his house. Women always feel a strong need to purify their space after returning from travel; even if a place looks spotless, they won't find peace until they've personally scrubbed it.

Meena Chachi started with Avi's room. Under the table, she found a familiar object: the empty, disposable food box. It was the same container the unknown boy delivered, which Avi ate from in his room. Meena turned the box over in her hands, a fleeting, curious expression crossing her face, before she set it back down.

She moved to the bed. She pulled the mattress slightly away from the headboard.

Meena's eyes immediately fell on the paperback hidden beneath the mattress. The weight had folded two or three of the corners, making some of the provocative pictures inside the book visible along the edges. She picked up the book, her fingers running over the cheap cover.

She paused, staring at the images. A slow smirk spread across her face. Meena thought that perhaps Avi had been jerking off in the bathroom that day because he was looking at this book.

As she was turning the pages, a folded sheet of paper tucked deep inside the book slipped out and fluttered softly to the floor.

She bent down quickly and picked up the page. Her eyes widened as she recognized the neat, feminine script.

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*(This is the same letter that Madam wrote to me. She told me explicitly to burn the letter. I was so arrogant and sure of myself, so secure in my secrets. Now that letter is in Chote Chachi's hands. People always say to listen to the words of your elders. I don't know what price I'll have to pay because I didn't listen to Madam today.)*

Meena Chachi read the letter carefully. As she finished, a distinct happiness bloomed on her face, chasing away the earlier professional look of cleaning. The letter didn't mention explicit details, but the tender, possessive language and the intimacy in the writing made it clear that "Madam" and I had been sexually involved. Meena Chachi folded the letter carefully and slipped it discreetly into the pocket of her salwar. She then replaced the book precisely where she had found it and continued cleaning the room.

I came home from college. I ate the lunch Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi had cooked, and then went to sleep, completely unaware of the bomb that had just been planted in my room.

In the evening, I went to Komal's house for our study time. After a little while, Meena Chachi arrived at Neha Bua's house, pretending it was just a neighborly visit. Then, she pulled me away.

"Come on, Avi, walk with me to the market." Her tone was light and easy, but my body went instantly rigid.

We walked to Mangala Kaki's shop. Meena Chachi started talking to Mangala Kaki, initiating a friendly conversation. Rati was behind the counter. She and I immediately started exchanging subtle, excited signals with our eyes, confirming our shared secret from the day before.

"Rati did such a wonderful job at our house yesterday. The cleaning was meticulous." Meena Chachi nodded emphatically to Mangala Kaki, her face serious with praise.

"She is a very good girl. She always does her best." Mangala Kaki smiled, bursting with obvious pride.

Meena Chachi and I exchanged a quick, meaningful glance over the counter. Her praise cemented Rati's alibi perfectly. Rati's face, too, shone with relief. The path to our next secret rendezvous was clear. I felt a quick surge of relief, but a flicker of cold anxiety remained—Meena Chachi's eyes held a strange, knowing look that I couldn't understand.

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## Update 57: The Power of the Secret (Suman, Seema, and Meena Chachi)

Meena Chachi and I walked home from the market. I quickly completed my studying and went to bed.

Later that evening, after the house settled into silence, I listened to the three Chachis gather again.

"Did something happen today? You seem even more relaxed." Suman Chachi leaned close to Meena Chachi.

"Assume it's done." Meena Chachi smiled, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her skirt.

"Did you actually ask the boy?" Seema Chachi fidgeted with her necklace, her fingers restless.

"Not yet."

"Then how is your work done? You still haven't secured the agreement." Suman Chachi frowned, her brow furrowing slightly with doubt.

"I've found out a secret about that boy." Meena Chachi's eyes glinted with triumph.

"So you're going to blackmail him?" Suman Chachi drew back slightly, her voice sharp with suspicion.

"I won't blackmail him. But we can certainly take advantage of that secret." Meena Chachi shook her head slowly.

"So, we have his secret, and he has ours. A mutual agreement?" Seema Chachi chewed on her lip, considering the power balance.

"Yes, exactly right." Meena Chachi confirmed, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

"This is good for us. The leverage gives us safety." Suman Chachi relaxed, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," Meena Chachi agreed. "I think even God is with us."

"Yes, I feel the same way," Suman Chachi whispered, her voice full of relief.

"Me too." Seema Chachi chimed in quickly, happy to feel included.

"I will talk to him tomorrow itself." Meena Chachi rose, her posture decisive.

"Yes, do it. And quickly give us good news." Suman Chachi gestured emphatically.

"Assume you've already gotten the good news." Meena Chachi tossed her head back, her confidence immense.

"What if he still says no, even with the secret?" Seema Chachi couldn't shake her doubt, her voice laced with worry.

"Then we'll have to think of something else." Meena Chachi shrugged.

"Did you think of another way, too, Meena? A backup?" Suman Chachi looked at her, suddenly worried by the lack of planning.

"Like in the movies, Plan B?" Seema Chachi leaned in, pressing her for details.

"Not yet."

"Look, Seema. This is the last time. If we don't become mothers this time, we'll never be able to again. We can't afford a mistake." Suman Chachi placed a heavy hand on Seema's arm, her desperation clear.

"I know, Didi," Meena Chachi murmured, recognizing the weight of Suman Chachi's plea.

"You know, so try every method possible," Suman Chachi urged.

"I'll try everything I can from my side." Meena Chachi nodded firmly.

"But still, what if he doesn't agree to the terms?" Seema Chachi pressed her again, unable to let go of her fear.

"Didi, do you want him not to agree? Why the persistent doubt?" Meena Chachi stared at her, her voice sharp with sudden annoyance.

"I didn't say that! I'm just being cautious for all of us." Seema Chachi flinched slightly.

"Okay, let it go, Didi. We won't need another plan." Meena Chachi waved her hand dismissively.

"Why are you so sure?" Seema Chachi crossed her arms, still challenging her.

"He'll agree easily," Meena Chachi explained, her confidence flooding back. "Even if I hadn't found out his secret, he would have still agreed to our proposition."

"If Meena is saying this with so much confidence, then she must have a solid plan. Seema Chachi, don't bother Meena so much with your worries." Suman Chachi intervened, smoothing the tension between them.

"I'm not bothering her," Seema Chachi muttered under her breath.

"Okay, let it be," Meena Chachi concluded. "Just be ready to become mothers."

"I've been ready for a long time." Seema Chachi's eyes softened, thinking only of the future.

"Then assume the work is done." Meena Chachi gave her a genuine smile.

"Okay, I'm feeling sleepy. I'm going to bed." Suman Chachi rose from the sofa, stretching her arms above her head.

"Wait, I'm coming too." Seema Chachi rubbed her eyes. The two eldest Chachis left the hall, their shared secret sealed for the night.

I lay in the dark, my breath barely moving in my chest. My mind reeled, trying to grasp what "agree to our proposition" truly meant. I pulled the blanket closer, but the cold dread was already deep inside me.

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## Update 58: The Missing Secret and the Knock (Avi)

The next morning, Chachi had to shake me awake. The week I spent at Bua's had completely ruined my internal clock; I was no longer an early riser. I got fresh and headed to college. The campus was quiet. Komal explained that the principal had suspended regular classes until the exams so students could focus on self-study in the library.

I scanned the library, hoping to find Mala, but she wasn't there. Mala was definitely studying at home. I sat down with Komal, but the memory of yesterday's session with Rati kept pulling my focus away. I couldn't concentrate on the books. I cut my study short and headed home early.

That night, after dinner, I retired to my room. Since I hadn't managed to secure any sex today, the building tension needed release.

I remembered Madam's book. I retrieved the book from its hiding spot under the bed and opened it to the first naked picture. I began masturbating, the visual stimulation potent and immediate. I flipped the pages faster and faster, rushing through the images until my semen came out in a quick, hot rush. I cleaned up, feeling the familiar mix of exhaustion and temporary relief, and put the book back under the mattress.

*Madam* got me addicted to fucking. Before, I only watched Mona's clips. Now I was actively having sex. Mona and Rati were practically mine whenever I wanted. I should have been more careful with Mala. That forceful kiss must have scared her off. I resolved to apologize to Mala the next time I saw her. Maybe after she forgives me, Mala would also let me fuck her.

Pooja Bua even left Rakesh for me. Keeping *Bua* happy would get my needs met and, most importantly, she promised to arrange Rakesh's sister for me.

*Madam*, you have truly shown me heaven. I didn't know that the place I live in is heaven.
I was completely lost in the happy thoughts of my growing conquests. Then, a sharp, cold memory hit me suddenly. The thought of the letter immediately cut through all my satisfaction.

I quickly jumped off the bed. I pulled Madam's book out again, ripping through the pages. I looked through it once, then a second time. My relaxed state vanished into instant, crushing panic.

The folded sheet of paper was gone.

A cold, agonizing pressure gripped my chest. My face went pale; I felt the immediate chill of cold sweat breaking out on my forehead and temples. My hands, still sweaty, trembled as I shook the book.

The letter is gone.

I frantically shook the book, turning it upside down, checking between every single page. I looked under the bed, throwing the rug aside hard. It was not there.

I sat down hard on the floor, holding my head tightly in my hands. A high, nervous ringing started in my ears; the blood seemed to drain from my head, and my mouth went instantly dry.

I wish I had listened to Madam! I wish I had listened to her and burned the letter! I had ignored her clear warning, and now the secret was loose, completely out of my control. My worst fear had come true. I didn't know what to do, who could have taken it, or what they knew. The entire triumphant structure of my sexual freedom was suddenly threatened by a single, terrifying missing piece of paper.

A sudden, sharp knock sounded on my door, making me jump violently off the floor.

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## Update 59: The Confrontation (Avi and Meena Chachi)


I stood frozen in the middle of the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was praying that my uncle hadn't found that letter. I thought I would fall at his feet, I'd apologize to Chachi, I'd do anything.

With a shaking hand, I pulled the door open.

What I didn't want to happen, happened. It wasn't my uncle standing there, but the one I feared the most after him, the one who saw everything: Meena Chachi.

She stepped inside. Her eyes, usually warm and teasing, were cold and fixed on me. She didn't speak. She simply raised her hand. Clasped tightly in her fingers was Madam's letter. She walked past me, sat on the bed, and waited. I stood there, feeling the sudden, chilling sensation of a mortal wound that wouldn't bleed, the dread spreading through my chest.

Meena Chachi finally broke the silence, her voice dangerously quiet. "What is all this, Avi?"

I remained standing with my head bowed, unable to meet her demanding gaze.

"I'm asking you something." She tapped the letter lightly.

The tension was too much. The panic, the guilt, and the fear of my uncle's return broke me completely. I started to cry, silent tears sliding down my cheeks, the shame overwhelming me.

She sighed, a sound of pure impatience. She tapped the bed beside her. "Why are you crying now? Stop it."

I immediately choked back the sobs, struggling to breathe.

"Come and sit here."

I obeyed, my movements stiff, sitting gingerly on the edge of the mattress, far away from her.

She held the letter out, letting it crinkle slightly in her grip. "What is all this, Avi? I need the truth."

"It was by mistake." I struggled to speak, the lie weak even to my own ears.

Her voice hardened instantly. "What was by mistake? What you did, no one does by mistake."

"I..." I tried to formulate an answer, but my voice failed.

"You kept making a mistake for a whole week, didn't you?" she challenged, her eyes unwavering. "What kind of a mistake was this?"

"It happened by mistake the first time," I insisted, the panic returning in a wave.

"And then you kept making the mistake on purpose?" she pressed, leaning in.

"No, that's not it." I looked down at my hands, which were shaking visibly.

"Tell me the whole story." She leaned closer, her eyes commanding. "How all this happened, why it happened, and because of whom it happened. Start talking, or else I'll take this letter straight to your Chachaji."

I swallowed hard, the dryness in my throat absolute. The threat was potent enough to unlock my tongue. "I asked Madam a question, and after that, everything started."

"What kind of question was so important it led to this?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

"I thought I had a disease, so I asked about it," I muttered, the words barely audible with shame.

"What kind of disease?"

I fidgeted. "I thought there was a problem with my Chhotā."

She let out a short, harsh laugh, shaking her head. "What Chhotā? You're a big boy now, Avi. You're doing big things. Tell me clearly, or else..."

"I... I..." I stammered, unable to say the correct, adult word.

"Tell me, your lunď."

"Yes, that," I whispered. "I thought my lunď..."

"What did you think?"

I took a shaky breath. "I thought my lunď was bigger than everyone else's."

"Why did you think that?"

"I saw my friends' lunďs in the bathroom, and they were small," I confessed, the absurdity stinging.

"Then you could have told us this," she said, her voice softening slightly at the foolishness of my concern. "We are your family."

"I was scared," I argued, my voice tight. "How do I ask you about my private parts?"

"Why?" she asked. "You ask other things. Did you ask Madam on purpose to see her reaction?"

"No," I denied quickly, shaking my head. "I asked her in the middle of a private conversation, and she reacted strangely."

"Then you could have told us what happened after that. You could have stopped it."

"Madam had said no, she warned me to keep it a secret."

"So now you'll listen to Madam and not us?" Her voice regained its cutting edge, hurt mixing with anger.

I felt a fresh wave of despair. "Madam said that if anyone found out, her reputation would be ruined, and I believed her."

"And what if Madam had trapped you?" Meena Chachi suddenly asked, her voice sharp with real, chilling insight. "What if she had used you for her own benefit, and you were the one taking the risk?"

"What would I have done? I couldn't understand anything." My voice was ragged with helplessness.

"You're not a kid anymore that you couldn't understand the danger," she said, her expression softening into a strange mix of disappointment and pity. "Have you ever stopped to think about what would have happened to us—to Suman Didi and Seema Didi and me—if something had happened to you, if you had gotten into trouble?"

I couldn't answer. I just started crying again, the sobs escaping my chest in painful bursts.

"Stop this crying," she commanded, grabbing my shoulder roughly. "Why are you crying like a kid?"

I forced myself to stop, swallowing the tears and guilt.

She released my shoulder. "Now, tell me everything. How it happened, why it happened, and because of whom it happened. Start from the very beginning. Leave nothing out."

I started with the book and slowly, haltingly, told Chachi the complete story of the week, sparing no detail of my meetings with Madam.

She listened in silence, her expression unreadable. When I finished, she let out a long, heavy breath. "So that's what happened."

I looked up at her, pleading with my eyes. "Now, what is my fault in this? She was the teacher."

She shook her head slowly, staring past me at the wall, her voice low. "No matter what happens, the knife falls on the watermelon or the watermelon falls on the knife, the fault is always the knife's."

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## Update 60: The Full Confession (Avi and Meena Chachi)

Meena Chachi rose from the bed, moving Madam's letter from her hand to her pocket. She began to walk around the room slowly, circling me where I sat hunched on the floor.

"And with whom else have you done it?" she asked, her voice calm, professional, and devoid of judgment.

"Only with Madam," I insisted, desperate to minimize the damage.

She stopped, putting her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. "Do I look like a fool to you? I've seen more of the world than you've read about. Are you telling the truth or not?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"Look, don't be scared." She softened her voice slightly. "Tell me everything truthfully. It's for your own benefit, Avi. Keeping secrets from me now is the real danger."

*(Chachi won't tell Chachaji. She has leverage, but she's offering me an escape. If I tell Chachi everything, I'll tell her about Mona, too. It’s better she hears it from me.)*

"I also did it with one girl," I admitted, lowering my head, feeling the admission sting.

"What's her name?" she asked.

"Her name is Mona. She studies in my schoool."

"What? With a schoool girl? A classmate?" Meena Chachi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"She had done it before," I explained quickly. "She was experienced."

"Did she tell you about her experience?"

"Not her." I shifted my weight. "I saw her doing it with her brother and boyfriend."

"So you blackmailed her into it?" she asked, her tone sharpening with accusation.

"No," I denied. "She herself agreed to do it with me. She seemed excited."

Meena Chachi walked over to the desk, tapping her fingers lightly on the wood. "What is so special about you that she agreed to do it with you immediately? Why did she choose you?"

"How would I know? I didn't ask her." I shrugged helplessly. "You can ask Mona."

"Okay." Meena Chachi turned back to me, her face serious. "And with whom else did you do it? Don't stop there."

"I've told you everything," I pleaded, feeling the edges of hysteria creep in. "What else is left?"

"Don't act smart, Avi." She walked toward me, her shadow falling across my face, enveloping me. "You're becoming an adult, and at this age, if you fuck once, you get addicted. You've already done it with two women. I don't think you're satisfied with just two. Tell me the whole truth. Don't be scared of me. I won't tell your Chachaji."

I looked up at her, making one final, desperate negotiation. "You won't tell Chachaji, then I'll tell you the rest."

"Okay, I won't tell anyone," she promised, her voice a low guarantee.

"When you had gone to the village, I also did it with Pooja Bua," I confessed, the name heavy on my tongue.

Meena Chachi stared at me, a mixture of shock and clear fascination in her expression. "What? With Pooja Bua too? How did she agree to that?"

"Bua was already doing it with Rakesh, her friend's brother," I explained. "Now she did it with me too."

Meena Chachi slowly sat down on the bed again, digesting the information. She shook her head slowly, a faint smile touching her lips. "I knew that something was going on between Rakesh and Pooja Bua. I felt it."

"I told Bua that we'll do it once a week," I added, feeling the strange, foolish need to prove my competence and control.

"You've gone even further than I thought, Avi." She shook her head in disbelief.

I lowered my head, waiting for the expected reprimand and shame.

"With whom did you have more fun?" she asked instead, her voice now light, purely curious.

"I won't tell you," I said immediately. "You'll feel bad about the answer."

"You've told me that you slept with Madam and your schooolmate, and I didn't feel bad," she countered. "Why would I now?"

"With Pooja Bua." I took a breath and admitted it.

"What?" she asked, surprised. "Pooja Bua is much older than you. Why not with Mona, who's your age and unmarried?"

"It's... it's..." I stammered, trying to articulate the powerful, confusing feeling.

"Tell me now," she insisted.

"Because she's Bua," I finished simply, letting the confusing truth out.

"What? Because she's Bua?"

"I don't know," I admitted, my voice a whisper. "But doing it with Bua was different. It felt like something forbidden, something powerful."

"How was it different?" she pressed, leaning forward, her interest keen.

"I don't know the exact words," I said, frustrated by my inability to explain. "But what I didn't feel with Madam and Mona—that sense of breaking a rule that mattered—I felt with Bua."

Meena Chachi nodded slowly, her eyes distant, looking past me. "Okay, I understand. That sense of risk and intimacy." She was silent for a long moment, simply observing me. The tension in the room remained thick, but the fear I felt was slowly being replaced by a confused understanding.

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## Update 61: The Conditions (Avi and Meena Chachi)

Meena Chachi leaned back slightly, her curiosity still a physical weight in the air. "Is there anything else you haven't told me about?"

The confession had come this far; holding back now seemed foolish and dangerous. "There's Mangala Kaki's daughter, Rati. I was with her, too," I confessed, the words a low mumble against the silence.

Meena Chachi’s expression shifted quickly, filled with a mix of genuine shock and resigned exasperation. She shook her head slowly. "My God! Is that all, or is there more to tell? You've been a busy boy."

"No, that's it," I replied, exhaling a breath of pure, shaky relief. The last secret was out.

"You speak as if nothing happened at all," she said, her voice dropping to a serious, warning tone. "Four women in a matter of weeks, one of whom is married and the other is a cousin's sister. This is serious."

"I have told you everything that happened." I looked up at her, my voice thick with hope. "Now you won't tell Chacha, right? You promised."

She looked directly into my eyes, her gaze locking me in place. "I won't. But I have two conditions."

"I accept all your conditions," I said instantly, scrambling to my feet. I was desperate to put the fear behind me.

"First, listen to them," she replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm," I mumbled, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I think you've grown up now. What you did was wrong in one sense, but this is your age, Avi. The desire gets out of hand. You couldn't stop yourself. After one mistake, you just kept making more." She sighed, the severity of her judgment lessening.

"Now we can't change what has happened, but you must be careful in the future. I want no trouble with your father or your uncles," she added, her tone firm.

"Yes, Chachi," I said softly, my head still bowed in submission.

She straightened her posture, the change signaling the transition to business. "So, listen to my first condition: You have to tell me about everyone you have sex with, from this day forward. If there's any problem—pregnancy, rumors, or disease—I will handle it and ensure no one in the family is affected."

I felt a dizzying surge of exhilaration. This wasn't punishment; this was protection, power, and security for my secret life.

"I will tell you the second condition tomorrow." She lowered her voice again, a sly invitation curling in her tone. "And tonight, keep your room door slightly open tomorrow night. You won't be able to hear me when I come."

"Yes, Chachi." My heart raced with anticipation for the second condition and the promise of her visit. A thought suddenly occurred to me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, ask," she replied.

"Aren't you angry with me?" I asked, looking up at her face, searching for a trace of true fury beneath her calm.

"I was, but..." she paused, her expression becoming complex, mixing thought and something darker. "I will tell you why I'm not angry tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, accepting the delay.

She stood by the door, her hand resting on the knob, ready to leave. "From now on, consider me your friend, Avi. Your secret keeper and your protector."

"Okay," I agreed, a genuine sense of gratitude replacing my terror completely.

"Now go to sleep," she instructed.

I suddenly remembered the catalyst for this whole terrifying conversation. "What about Madam's letter?"

Meena Chachi patted the pocket where she had slipped the paper. "I'll fulfill Madam's wish."

"Which wish?" I asked, genuinely confused about what final wish she meant.

"To burn the letter," she said, a hint of a dark, amused smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, yes. Please burn it," I said, feeling another wave of powerful, final relief wash over me. She nodded and slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.

I closed the door completely and leaned my forehead against the cool wood, my entire body relaxing, draining the tension of the last two days. The interrogation was over. I had confessed everything and not only escaped punishment but gained a powerful ally. I was safe, and tomorrow night, I would find out why.

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## Update 62: The Strategic Planning (Avi, Suman Chachi, Meena Chachi)

The next day, I didn't go to schoool. I had decided it was more efficient to study at home, focusing on my upcoming exams. I started early, having heard that studying in the morning helps retain things better.

Suman Chachi came to my room, checking on me. I explained that I’d be studying from home from now on. She seemed pleased and soon returned with tea and a tray of breakfast, showing her approval of my new routine.

I studied until the afternoon, took a nap for two hours, and then walked over to Komal's house. She was making excellent progress; the math problems that had confused her were now clicking into place. I returned home, ate dinner, and then went back to my room to study for a little while, my mind, however, primarily focused on waiting for Meena Chachi to return.

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Meanwhile, in the hall, after I had retired to my room, Suman Chachi initiated the quiet conversation with Meena Chachi.

Suman Chachi fidgeted with a cushion, smoothing the fabric nervously. "Did you make any progress today?" she asked.

"Yes, I am making progress," Meena Chachi smiled, confident, a slight rock to her shoulders.

"So the deal is not done yet? The agreement isn't secured?" Suman Chachi pressed her, her voice tight with curiosity.

"No, but it will be soon," Meena Chachi promised.

"But did you talk to him? Did you lay out the terms?" Suman Chachi insisted, her voice tight with impatience.

"I will ask him today," she promised firmly.

"Will he agree to the rotation?" Suman Chachi leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes, he will agree. He'll want to," Meena Chachi laughed softly, a confident, low sound.

"Where will you have sex with him? It must be discreet," Suman Chachi's attention shifted sharply to logistics, her tone a warning.

"I'll find a safe place," Meena Chachi replied, dismissing the concern with a casual wave. "Don't worry about the logistics."

"Make sure it's a good place, then. Somewhere no one will suspect," Suman Chachi advised sternly.

"Don't you worry." She gave a casual wave of her hand.

"And where will we do it? Where will Seema Chachi and I meet him?" Suman Chachi asked, wanting to confirm their part of the plan.

"Where I do it. It will be the same arrangement for all of us. And for a week, no one will talk about this or approach him," Meena Chachi dictated, her tone suddenly serious.

"Why such a long wait? Why a full week each?" Suman Chachi looked surprised.

"I'll have sex with him for a week straight to maximize my chances of conception. Then Seema Chachi will take the next week, and after that, you. This also ensures your husband and my husband stay confused. I'll stay with Avi's Chacha this week, then Seema Chachi will, and then you. The rotation must seem normal," Meena Chachi explained the domestic cover, her eyes calculating.

"Okay, whatever you say. As long as the plan works," Suman Chachi absorbed the logic, nodding slowly.

"I'm going to the market this evening," Meena Chachi said, rising to her feet.

"Are you going to meet him there, outside the house?" Suman Chachi's eyes narrowed, connecting the dots quickly.

"Something like that." Meena Chachi paused by the door, a look of mischief in her eyes.

"But there are people in the market. What if someone sees you talking to him?" Suman Chachi worried about the exposure, her voice tight with anxiety.

"Just wait and see my magic," Meena Chachi turned, a mischievous smirk on her face, and whispered.

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In the evening, Meena Chachi went out to the market. She bought some ordinary household medicines first, establishing a normal errand. Then, she walked over to Mangala Kaki's house.

"Did you meet Maharaj in the village?" Mangala Kaki asked, immediately inquiring about the fertility cure.

"Yes, it's a good thing we went quickly," Meena Chachi replied, laying the groundwork for her lie.

"Why?" Mangala Kaki tilted her head, confused.

"As soon as we came back to the village, Maharaj left for the Himalayas. He will meditate there now for an indefinite period. We just made it," Meena Chachi delivered the convincing fiction, her expression serious.

"It's a good thing you met Maharaj. You have good fortune," Mangala Kaki said, relieved for them. "If God wills, you will have good news soon now that you've received his blessing."

"May your words come true. I hope so," Meena Chachi replied earnestly. After talking for a while, reinforcing the story of the unsuccessful-but-finished village trip, she went home, her path now perfectly cleared of suspicion.

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## Update 63: The Shocking Proposal (Avi and Meena Chachi)

We all ate dinner early today. After dinner, Chacha and Meena Chachi went to their room. Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi lingered in the hall, talking in low whispers. I went to my room, trying to appear busy, but really just waiting for Meena Chachi. A little later, the other two Chachis finally went to their rooms as well.

At 11:00 PM, a soft, almost inaudible tap came at my door. Meena Chachi slipped inside.

"You're not asleep yet?" she asked, pulling the door closed behind her.

"I was waiting for you," I admitted.

She walked closer, her voice dropping to a serious, low register. "Look, Avi, I want to talk to you directly. I need you to listen without interrupting," she stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused by her immediate intensity.

"I don't have a second condition," she said, sitting down on the bed beside me.

I frowned, bewildered. "Then what did you want to say to me tonight?"

"I first thought of blackmailing you with Madam's letter," she confessed openly.

My confusion deepened. "Why would you blackmail me? I don't understand what you're talking about, Chachi."

"Look, Avi, listen to me carefully. You know I haven't been able to become a mother yet. We went to the village to meet the Maharaj for this," she explained, her gaze steady.

"That's a good thing. By the grace of the Maharaj, you will become a mother," I said sincerely, still believing the cover story.

"You're so grown up, yet you talk like an idiot sometimes," she smiled faintly, but it was tinged with impatience.

"I'm telling the truth. People say he's very effective," I insisted.

"Does something like that ever happen? Have you ever actually seen a man of God make a woman pregnant?" she challenged, her eyebrow raising.

"No," I replied, forced to admit the truth.

"Then how can you say that? You're educated."

"But it happens to some people! They get results," I persisted, clinging to the widely held belief.

"Avi, you go to college, yet you believe in the Maharaj. What you said is true—people's wishes get fulfilled—but that's just a coincidence, not magic," she explained patiently.

"I still don't understand the lie," I admitted.

"I'll tell you something important. You know Mangala Kaki, right?"

"Yes."

"Mangala Kaki thinks she had her daughter because of the Maharaj. But that's not true," she revealed, shaking her head slowly.

"Why not? How do you know?" I asked, leaning in.

"Just as your Chacha is infertile, Mangala Kaki's husband was also a little weak. He just needed some time, not a miracle," she explained.

"I still don't understand the difference," I said.

"My friend is a nurse, and she explained it. Some men are weak; it takes time for them to have a child. The same thing happened with Mangala Kaki. Her going to the Maharaj and then finally becoming a mother happened at the exact same time. So Mangala Kaki genuinely believes she became a mother because of the Maharaj's blessing," she finished.

"So, people don't become mothers because of the Maharaj?" I asked, feeling a shift in my understanding of the world.

"No one becomes a mother because of any Maharaj or saint. You become a mother after having sex with a fertile husband," she stated plainly.

"Then why did you go to the Maharaj, Chachi?" I asked, needing to know the reason for the deception.

"If I become a mother now, after years of not conceiving, people in the village and neighborhood will start talking," she sighed, touching her throat. "We went to the Maharaj to silence them. It's an alibi."

"Why are you telling me all this, Chachi?" I looked at her, sensing the immense importance of this confession, the air heavy between us.

"Look, Avi, your Chacha doesn't know he's infertile. He can never become a father. But I can become a mother if I have sex with another man," she took a deep breath. "So the three of us—Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, and I—decided we would have sex with another man to become mothers."

"What? You will have sex with another man?" I asked, truly shocked by the revelation of their secret pact.

"I have to, Avi, to become a mother. But what would that man be like? Could we trust him with our lives? Would he take advantage of this vulnerability? These were all the questions we faced when planning in the village," she admitted, her voice tight with worry.

"That's a definite possibility," I agreed, realizing the danger they faced.

"That's why we need someone we can trust completely, someone who is already close to us," she said, leaning closer, her eyes burning with intensity.

"It's hard to find such a man," I murmured, my thoughts racing, trying to guess who she could mean.

"I thought, don't get angry at this suggestion, but instead of finding some dangerous stranger, you could have sex with us and make us mothers," she reached out and placed her hand firmly on mine.

"What? Me? With you? Chachi, I consider you my mother!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the bed, the shock hitting me fully. The world spun; the simple words felt like a thunderclap in the quiet room. My mind refused to process the image of her, or any of the Chachis, needing *my* lunď for a child. I backed away until my shoulders hit the wall, my chest heaving.

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## Update 64: The Decision (Avi and Meena Chachi)

Meena Chachi looked at me, her face a mask of urgent need. "Don't overthink this, Avi. You have had sex before. Now do it with me," she urged.

"That's different. You're different," I insisted, the word 'Chachi' screaming in my head.

"I am a woman just like them," she stood up, moving closer, her argument sharp and effective. "The only difference is that you consider me a mother. But do you want me to never become a mother? Think about it, Avi, am I wrong to ask this?" she pleaded, genuine desperation flooding her eyes.

"But..." I started, my mind reeling under the weight of her emotional appeal.

"Can't you even give this happiness to your Chachi? Can't you see this as helping your family?" she asked, her voice soft but demanding.

"I need some time. I'll think about it and tell you," I said, needing a moment to process the shocking proposition.

"What is there to think about?" she demanded, her voice tight with impatience.

"Is there no other way at all? No procedure?" I asked, hoping for an alternative that didn't involve me.

"If there was, don't you think Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi and I would have used it by now? We've tried everything for years," she replied, her finality shutting down that path.

"What if you don't become a mother with me?" I asked, my voice shaky, trying to find a loophole in the plan.

"That's a different matter. If I don't become a mother this month, we'll have to look for another way," she said simply.

"Then you'll have sex with someone else too?" I asked, a sudden surge of unwanted ownership making my tone sharp.

"I haven't thought about that. I haven't allowed myself to," she said.

"Why?"

"I only thought of you, Avi, when I planned all this and went to the Maharaj for the cover story," she confessed.

"So you won't have sex with any other man?" I insisted.

"No, I won't. You are our last, best hope," she said, her expression solemn.

I took a deep breath, testing her resolve one last time. "What if I refuse this plan completely?"

"Do you know what will happen if you do?" Her expression turned instantly cold and grave.

"What will happen?" I asked, a sense of dread creeping into my heart.

"Your Chacha will get married again. He is already talking about it. And after that, he'll keep marrying young wives until he has a son. Soon, this house will be full of new, Choti Chachis in front of you," she said, painting a dire picture of domestic chaos.

"Chacha won't do that. He loves you," I said, unable to believe his infidelity would be so immediate and public.

"You don't know your Chacha. I know how I have stopped him for six years with my constant attention. If I hadn't been so careful, you would have gotten six more Chachis in six years, and they would have kept coming." She leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I even stopped Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi from going to your Chacha. If Chacha had gone to them and they hadn't given him the sexual love I do, your Chacha would have strayed again. That's why I've kept a hold on him."

"But now the thought of getting married again has entered your Chacha's mind. Now it's all in your hands, Avi. Whatever you decide, think about it carefully and tell me," she concluded, placing the fate of the entire household on my shoulders.

"I still need some time to think," I replied, utterly overwhelmed.

"Look, we don't have much time for all three of us. After me, you have to do it with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi as well, one week at a time," she reminded me.

"With them too?" I asked, my voice filled with surprise.

"Yes, we will all become mothers together, or none of us will," she stated, confirming the pact.

I started thinking about what Meena Chachi had said. The words hit me hard. I remembered what Pooja Bua and Neha Bua had often gossiped about. Bua would always taunt Chachi. Because she couldn't have a child, the women in the village didn't even call her to ceremonies anymore. They had stopped talking to her. And now Chacha was also thinking of getting married again.

*I have to listen to Chachi.* She has loved me like a mother, and now it's my turn to give her happiness. I was her last hope. If I refuse, she will be left alone to spend her life crying, watching new wives take her place. I made my decision and agreed.

"I need to ask you something before we begin," I said, my voice now firm.

"Tell me, I'm listening," she replied, her eyes bright with sudden hope.

"I will help you become a mother. But will we continue to do this after that? Will we stop once the pregnancy is confirmed?" I asked, needing clarity.

"That depends on you. If you want to, we'll continue after I'm pregnant. If not, we'll stop," she said, giving me the control I craved.

"When do we start?" I asked, committing myself fully.

"I'm ready to start today, right now," she said.

"What about Chacha? He's in the next room," I asked, nervously glancing at the wall.

"I've already had sex with him once tonight to ensure he's satisfied. After that, I gave him sleeping pills. He won't wake up until morning." She then gave a strict warning, her eyes sharp. "And yes, don't ever tell Chacha or anyone else about this."

"Okay." I stood up and moved toward her. I felt strange. Even with all the experience I had with Mona, Madam, Pooja Bua, and Rati, I was still nervous and uncertain about where to start with my Chachi. Meena Chachi understood my predicament. Talking was one thing, and the reality of the act was another. Meena Chachi was also visibly nervous, despite her earlier confidence.

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## Update 65: The First Night (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I looked at Meena Chachi, taking a deep breath. She was waiting, her nervous energy palpable, mixing fear with hope. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the head. A noticeable jolt went through her body, and her eyes fluttered shut momentarily. I moved to her cheeks, placing soft kisses there. She remained motionless, watching me, her eyes red from the fear, exhaustion, and anticipation of the evening. I found her lips and kissed them, then looked into her eyes again. The red was stark against the white.

I kissed her lips once more, this time opening my mouth and beginning to suck on her upper lip. Chachi’s hands reached up, finding my neck, and she started to give in to the embrace. Kissing Chachi was different—a powerful, new experience, fraught with the thrill of the forbidden. As soon as she parted her lips slightly, I slipped my tongue inside.

Chachi started sucking on my tongue fiercely. Then she pushed her own tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated, sucking it deep. We played with each other's tongues for a passionate ten minutes. When we finally broke the kiss, Chachi was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Her sari pallu had fallen away, and her full breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.

I noticed she was not wearing a bra inside the dress. It seemed Chachi had indeed come with full preparation. I took one of her breasts into my mouth, covered by the fabric, and began sucking, while my free hand massaged the other breast. Soon, the cloth was wet with my saliva. I looked up at her face; she was biting her lip hard.

*She gave Chacha sleeping pills, and Suman and Seema Chachi must know I'm having sex with her.* So why is she doing this? Only God knows what goes on in Meena Chachi’s calculating mind.

 I helped her stand completely and quickly removed her sari and petticoat.Her breasts, full and beautiful, spilled out.

Chachi was now standing naked in front of me, bathed in the dim light of the room. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, leaving only my underwear. Chachi wasn't initiating anything, but she was fully cooperative, her support silent but firm in whatever I chose to do.

I laid Chachi on the bed and started kissing her lips again, then slowly moved down to her neck. She moaned softly, a sound that made my skin prickle. My tongue moved to her breasts, first licking one nipple, then the other.

I then took her entire breast into my mouth, sucking hard, and massaged the other breast with my hand. I alternated between her left and right breasts. Chachi was completely turned on now, her body arching into my touch. It seemed very likely that Chacha had never devoted this much attention to her.

I stopped sucking her breasts and moved down, placing my head between her legs. I kissed her chooť once. Chachi was so aroused that the simple, wet contact was too much; she immediately came with a sharp gasp. I took my time, licking and drinking all of her sweet juice. Her eyes were closed, and a deep, satisfied happiness was visible on her face.

I continued, putting my tongue inside Chachi's chooť, licking deep. I took her clitoris between my lips, pulling and gently lashing it with my tongue. After barely two minutes, Chachi came again. This time, too, I drank all of her release.

I stood up and pulled off my underwear. I didn't have the courage to ask her to perform fellatio. I placed the head of my penis against her wet chooť.

"Chachi, should I put it in?" I asked, needing her final consent.

"Hmm," she replied, her voice shaky.

I pushed forward. The head of my lunď slid in. Because Chachi had just had sex with her husband earlier, her chooť was already somewhat relaxed. I pushed again, and about five inches of my lunď disappeared inside. A soft, muffled cry escaped her lips. I saw a thin line of blood on her lips. She must have bitten them to suppress the scream.

I quickly used her petticoat to gently wipe the blood from her lips. The bleeding stopped almost immediately. This was the first time I had seen blood come from a mouth instead of a chooť during sex.

I covered her mouth with my own, kissing her deeply so she wouldn't have to bite her lips again. I gave a final, slow thrust, and my entire lunď disappeared inside Chachi's chooť. Her muffled scream was silenced by my mouth.

I kept my lunď still inside her for a long moment. I continued kissing her lips and massaged her breasts with my hands, waiting for her initial pain to subside. After a little while, Chachi relaxed completely against me.

I started thrusting in and out slowly, carefully. I didn't thrust more than two inches at a time, ensuring Chachi wouldn't feel much pain. After a minute of these slow, rhythmic motions, she wrapped her legs around my waist, a signal that she was starting to enjoy it. I increased the speed. The room was immediately filled with the rhythmic sound of our bodies hitting. Chachi started screaming, but this time it was a sound of pleasure.

With every thrust, Chachi raised her hips to meet me. The entire bed was shaking. The room made a loud, slapping sound, and the friction caused a wet splashing sound coming from Chachi's chooť. I was now thrusting with full passion and power. After five minutes of this intense sex, Chachi came again, clutching me tightly, but I didn't stop. I kept thrusting into her hard and fast.

I felt my own climax approaching. I increased the speed of my thrusts one final time and released my semen deep inside her chooť. Our sex lasted for about thirty minutes. I maintained the intensity of hitting Chachi's core for the entire thirty minutes, ensuring my semen was deep inside her.

Chachi came four times during this prolonged session. Every time she came, she would pull me tighter against her. When she came, her inner muscles gripped my lunď, which is likely why our sex lasted for thirty minutes. After releasing my semen inside her, I collapsed on top of her. After this long, arduous sex, Chachi and I were both completely out of breath.

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