Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 66: The Husband's Timetable (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I lay on top of Meena Chachi, both of us struggling to catch our breath after the intense, long session. The sticky heat of our bodies made the sheets cling to us. After a few minutes, our breathing steadied. I rolled off her, expecting her to go to the bathroom or leave, but she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, the stillness a stark contrast to the frenzy just minutes before.

"Avi," she called my name, her voice soft but deep, drawing my attention.

I looked at her.

"Where did you learn all this? That was… shocking," she turned her head on the pillow, a slow motion.

"Madam taught me," I replied, a rush of pride mixed with the memory of my forbidden education.

"Madam has made you a real man, Avi. A dangerous one," Meena Chachi smiled, a look of profound satisfaction settling on her face.

"I don't understand," I said.

"The way you had sex with me, the attention you paid, the power you used... if you do that with any woman, they'll become your slave. They'll never want anyone else," she explained, her voice husky.

"And you, Chachi?" I asked, pushing the limit, my heart pounding.

"I've become your wife," she stated simply, without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Wife?" I was genuinely surprised by the word.

"You will make me a mother, and you will become the father of my child. So by that logic, in this secret world we've created, you'll become my husband. Do you understand, Avi? You are my husband now," she reached out, gently caressing my arm. The declaration made my heart swell with an unprecedented feeling of belonging and power. I immediately hugged Chachi, feeling a rush of happiness and affirmation.

"Now let go of me." She laughed softly, patting my back. "This is enough for today."

I clung to her, the desire still sharp. "Let's do it one more time."

"Not today." She pulled back slightly, her voice firm. "From tomorrow, we'll do it twice every night."

"But why not today? I feel fine!" I protested.

"I don't want you to ruin your health to make me a mother," she looked at me seriously.

"I'm perfectly fine."

"A man gets tired after having sex like that. And you have to have sex every single night now. For almost a month, with three women. We have to preserve your stamina," she explained, emphasizing the long-term plan.

"But what will you do to keep my health good for a month of continuous sex?" I asked, now intrigued by her managerial focus.

"Listen closely. From tomorrow, you have to drink a tall glass of milk that I'll prepare for you every morning and every night," she instructed.

"Milk? I hate drinking plain milk," I complained, frowning.

"I won't let you hate it. I'll add dry fruits, saffron, and some special Ayurvedic herbs to it. Your health will be excellent, and you'll enjoy drinking it," she promised.

"I'll get fat from eating dry fruits every day," I worried.

"First, listen to me completely," she commanded, her expression patient.

"Yes, Chachi," I replied softly.

"Start exercising from tomorrow morning. Exercise for at least an hour to maintain your strength and fitness," she said.

"Yes, Chachi," I readily agreed.

"And yes, you're studying from home now, right?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Your exams are in a month and a half, right?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

She detailed the new, rigorous schedule. "You won't come out of your room during the day, Avi."

"Why the strict confinement?" I asked, confused.

"You'll stay in the room and study during the day. You can sleep for a while as well. We must make this look like serious exam preparation, so no one questions why you're missing at night," she reasoned.

"But I have to go to Komal's house too. We need to study together," I reminded her.

"Okay." She thought for a moment, mentally rearranging the blocks. "Wake up in the morning and exercise. After that, study until 2:00 PM. Then sleep for two hours because you won't get enough sleep at night with us."

"Then go to Komal's house at 4:00 PM to study. Come back from there at 6:00 PM and study again until dinner. I will come to your room at 11:00 PM and leave after two or two and a half hours, depending on our needs. After that, you can sleep. You can wake up at 8:00 AM instead of 6:00 AM to compensate for the lost sleep. This is your one-month timetable. After a month, we will stop having sex, and you will focus solely on your exams."

"Chachi, do you have a brain or a computer? What an incredibly detailed timetable you have made! I must salute you," I was speechless at her meticulous planning.

"Don't joke. You have to keep studying to keep up appearances," she warned gently.

"Yes, Chachi. I'll follow it exactly."

"What we're doing should not be known to Chacha or anyone else. This is our life, Avi," she leaned in, her voice low and serious again.

"I understand. Not a word."

"Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi should also not know about this timetable, about the milk, or about the frequency. They just know the final plan," she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You are my husband, and I am managing your health and performance. This is our secret to protect."

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## Update 67: The New Regime and Naked Awakening (Avi and Meena Chachi)

"But I have to have sex with them too," I countered, still grappling with the idea of fearing the other Chachis. "So why should I be afraid of them or keep secrets?"

"Just do as I say, Avi," Meena Chachi said firmly, her tone ending the debate instantly.

"But..." I started, wanting a logical explanation.

"Look, Seema Chachi will be ready to have sex with you," Meena Chachi cut me off with a strategic revelation. "She's desperate for a child and less sensitive to the family dynamic."

"What about Suman Chachi?" I asked, confused. Suman Chachi was the one who was managing the household and was always the most motherly.

"Suman Chachi is very attached to you. She truly considers you her son. She will never agree to have sex with you, Avi," she explained. "The idea of having sex with her nephew will be repulsive to her natural motherly instincts."

"Then how will Suman Chachi become a mother? Will she have sex with someone else?" I asked, shocked that the pact might be broken.

"No. Not with someone else, but with you. I've already thought of something for that," she said, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"What have you thought?" I asked, my curiosity instantly piqued.

"I'll tell you when the time is right, after Seema Chachi's week," she gave a deliberate wink.

"Okay. Now I'm going to sleep," I said, finally ready for rest.

"Go to sleep. And remember every word I told you about your new life," she reminded me, her hand resting briefly on my shoulder.

Then Chachi got dressed and quickly slipped out of the room. I lay in the darkness, analyzing her performance. I thought about why Chachi wasn't making any noise during sex. *Maybe she was thinking that if she got too excited, what would I think about her?* Yes, that must be it. *Maybe she'll support me more openly during sex tomorrow*. It will take some time for Meena Chachi to fully let go and have sex with me openly.

I started thinking about the dizzying events of the last month. How Madam taught me the power of sex. How Mona became addicted to me. Even with two other men, she became a fan of my lunď. Then I quenched the thirst of a lonely Bua. Rati became my whore; I can have sex with her whenever I want. I was too rough with Mala, but where will she go?

Now Meena Chachi has also had sex with me, and she’s essentially made me her husband. Soon, I'll make Seema Chachi a mother. And Meena Chachi will even convince Suman Chachi.

*Who knows how many chooť my lunď will enter and what power it will bring?* Only time will tell. I fell asleep thinking all of this.

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I woke up in the morning, feeling surprisingly refreshed. According to Chachi's timetable, I immediately started exercising. After a few minutes, Meena Chachi appeared with a glass of rich, steaming milk. I barely took a sip, expecting to hate it. The milk was actually incredibly good—sweet, thick with dry fruits, and fragrant with saffron. I drank the entire glass in one go, my throat welcoming the warmth. After exercising, I went to take a bath.

After breakfast, I started studying, following the rigorous new schedule. I pushed myself until 2:00 PM, then took the mandatory two-hour nap. At 4:00 PM, I went to Komal's house. Komal no longer really needed my help, but we studied together anyway, simply because we had gotten used to the easy routine. We studied, laughing and talking as usual. After studying, I went home.

I watched TV for a while, maintaining a normal presence in the house, then went to my room after dinner. Today, while studying, my eyes kept drifting to the door. I would hear a slight sound outside and immediately think Chachi had come. I would look at the door, but no one would be there. Eventually, I stopped studying. I lay on the bed and waited for Meena Chachi, the anticipation slowly pulling me toward sleep. I fell asleep while waiting, the events of the day catching up with me.

After a while, a soft hand gently shook me awake. I opened my eyes in the dark and saw Meena Chachi standing over me. She was completely naked. She must have quietly undressed after coming to the room and finding me asleep. She stood there, waiting for my reaction, illuminated only by the faint light filtering from the window.

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## Update 68: Twice Claimed and Consumed (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I woke to the dense, humid heat of her body pressed against mine, a familiar, intoxicating warmth that was quickly becoming a constant. Her hair, the texture of silk, brushed my chin, and Meena Chachi's lips found mine with a fierce, demanding possession that instantly set the pace for the day. This wasn't yesterday's careful exploration; this was a reckless, burning hunger mirrored between us.

Our breaths, already ragged and hot, mixed above us in a cloud of sudden, frantic need, the only sound the hollow *thump* of my heart against the silence. My hand found the small of her back, the curve of her spine burning through the thin, slick fabric of her sleeping clothes. Her lips broke away just long enough for me to catch a full, staggering lungful of the air that tasted entirely of her. Her eyes were not merely looking at me; they were consuming, demanding. Then, with a quick, predatory motion, Chachi hooked her fingers into my waistband.

The fabric was pulled away, tossed silently to the floor. Chachi knelt on the mattress, her dark eyes dropping, and a sudden, sharp gasp escaped her. Her hand shot out, wrapping around my lunď with a heat that felt less like touch and more like a brand. "Where had you hidden this all this time?" Her voice was a low, rough command.

A deep, involuntary shiver—not of cold, but of pure shock—rattled my ribcage. My heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic, off-kilter drumbeat that swallowed all other noise. My hands clenched uselessly into the sheets, and my jaw locked so tight I felt a cold ache in my temples. The world had shrunk to the point of pressure where her hand gripped me.

Chachi released me and leaned closer, her expression intense, almost accusatory. "You didn't offer this yesterday."

I reached out, gently cupping the side of her face. "I thought you wouldn't like it," I admitted, the lie tasting dry in my mouth.

She didn't respond with words. Chachi slid down the bed, her mouth found my lunď again, a ferocious concentration pulling her eyebrows together. My breath hitched, and my eyes slammed shut.

"Aaaaaahhhhh." The sound was stolen from my lungs.

Chachi paused, lifting her head only inches. Her tongue traced a delicate, devastating line on my skin. "This isn't about what I 'like'," Chachi told me, her voice a low, gravelly promise. "This is about what Chachi *need*."

I took her shoulders and pressed her gently back onto the bed. I moved over her, positioning myself between her legs, and paused. She was utterly exposed, a clean, smooth, inviting expanse of skin.

*She’s preparing to burn the whole world down for this, and I’m letting her.*

I ran my thumb along the immaculate curve of her inner thigh. "Chachi, you're perfect," I observed.

"Of course, I am," Chachi challenged, lifting her hips slightly into my touch, a fierce pride in her eyes.

"But you were just with him," I pressed, the question heavy with the implication of betrayal.

"He doesn't look here," she gave a small, almost dismissive shrug, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "He just gets his part done. This is for me."

I lowered my head, the potent, feminine scent of her chooť a powerful lure. The urgency was overwhelming. Her hands immediately gripped my hair, a brutal, possessive hold, pushing me harder. Chachi began to chant, a series of short, desperate cries.

The juice was overwhelming, hot and thick. I continued until her body arched high, a wave of hot, thick release flooding my mouth. I swallowed hard, the taste of her satisfaction flooding my throat.

"Now. Prove it," she gasped for air, pulling my head up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet with pleasure.

I positioned myself. One slow, determined push, and my lunď was half in. I met her eyes, a silent confirmation of the risk. A final, forceful shove, and I was home inside her chooť.

A sharp, ragged sound tore from her throat. The residual stiffness was there, a final barrier I had to breach. To distract her—and myself—from the tightness, I used my free hand to cover and gently squeeze her breasts.

I started a steady, rhythmic pressure. Her hips rose to meet every thrust, a responsive choreography that erased any lingering inhibition. The tempo increased. Her control shattered; her body went rigid, a series of quick, shallow spasms gripping me.

With the release of her climax, the tightness vanished. The rhythm became a frenetic beat against the sheets. The only sounds were the wet, heavy slaps of our skin meeting, punctuated by her gasping, muffled cries.

I increased the speed. Chachi became frantic, lifting herself higher, seeking a depth I wasn't sure I could give. After nearly a half-hour of this driving pace, she came twice more. I collapsed onto her, chest to chest, releasing all the heat and tension I had held into her body. We lay motionless, the only movement the desperate rise and fall of our chests.

I fully expected Chachi to leave. The initial hunger had been sated; the danger of discovery lingered.

But Chachi didn't move. After a few minutes of settling breath, she reached down, her fingers finding me, tracing the slick remnants of the encounter. She brought me to her mouth, methodically cleaning and then teasing until the energy returned, hot and insistent.

She pushed me onto my back, her eyes shining with newfound purpose. She grabbed my lunď, placed it, and with agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto my length. "My turn," she whispered, gripping my chest for balance.

She began to move, a slow, rotating grind that accelerated into a frantic, mesmerizing blur. Her breasts shook with every rotation, beautiful, chaotic movement that drew my focus entirely. I abandoned my watch on the door and concentrated on her, seizing her hips to meet her momentum.

Ten minutes. Chachi cried out, her entire weight settling heavily onto my chest. She was done.

I rolled her beneath me, taking the dominant position again. I didn't wait for her recovery. I came down hard, starting a punishing, forceful tempo. Her teeth immediately bit into her lower lip, but the pain quickly yielded to sound.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" The desperate volume told me I was stretching her chooť again.

I kept thrusting. Chachi kept screaming. We were locked into a loop of raw, explosive give and take. For forty minutes, nothing existed outside the hot, urgent confines of the bed. I finally emptied myself inside her once more. Her face, slick with sweat, instantly lit up with profound, undeniable happiness.

We simply stared at each other for fifteen minutes, breathing each other's air, the silence a thick, dangerous comfort. Chachi rose, quickly dressed, and walked to the door. She looked back, a genuine, possessive smile breaking across her face. I returned it, equally spent, equally claimed. I pulled my clothes on and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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## Update 69: The Secret Routine (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

Just like yesterday, I woke up and started exercising today. While the air was still cool and damp with the morning, I ran through my routine, the strenuous activity a necessary drain on the energy I knew Chachi Meena was trying to maximize. As I finished my stretches, Meena Chachi came with the milk, and Seema Chachi walked in with her.

"What's this? You're making a big body now," Seema Chachi observed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The look in her eyes was less about fitness and more about the forbidden knowledge they all shared.

I just looked at her and smiled, a silent confirmation of the understanding passing between us.

"Your body is already so good. Then why are you exercising?" Seema Chachi pressed, her voice light, but the subtext clear: *You're preparing for us*.

"My back hurts from sitting and studying, so I thought exercising would give me some relief," I lied, keeping the cover story simple and physical.

"You've been studying since childhood. You never thought of exercising back then," Seema Chachi challenged, raising an eyebrow that held a distinct challenge.

"It's not like that, Chachi. Before, playing gave me some exercise. Now I've stopped playing, which is why I'm exercising," I explained, maintaining my composure.

"Here, Avi, drink this milk. It’s important," Meena Chachi intervened, holding out the glass. Her tone carried the quiet authority of a supervisor.

I took the milk from Meena Chachi's hand and started drinking it. It was thick, rich with spices, and already working its strategic purpose.

"I think you're exercising to impress a girl," Seema Chachi suggested, stepping closer, her eyes flashing with a predatory humor.

"No, it's nothing like that," I countered, the dry fruits in the milk suddenly tasting like a victory. "Besides, why would I need to impress a girl when I already have one?"

The question hit Seema Chachi with sudden, genuine shock, and her playful demeanor cracked. "What? Who is she? Why haven't you told me yet?" Her voice was wide with sudden, unguarded curiosity.

"I'll tell you," I said playfully, dragging out the suspense.

"Tell me now! Who is she?" Seema Chachi insisted, leaning in impatiently.

I finished the milk, setting the glass down with a slight *thud*. "Not one, but three," I announced.

"What? You impressed three girls? And you're not even ashamed of it. Look, Meena, how he's enjoying himself," Seema Chachi exclaimed, throwing her hands up dramatically. The performance was excellent, concealing the real, shared meaning of my boast.

"What am I supposed to look at? You look at your beloved son," Meena Chachi said, laughing softly, a private sound that acknowledged the depth of the secret.

"Tell me who they are, or you're going to get a beating from me today," Seema Chachi warned, her threat laced with genuine desire.

"All three of you know them," I said, meeting her eyes, enjoying the thrill of the confession.

"I know them? Are they from this village? Tell me who they are," Seema Chachi demanded, still laughing, but her breath was tight.

Meena Chachi was also laughing, watching the climax of my teasing unfold.

"They are my three lovely Chachis," I declared, and with that, I spun on my heel and started to run, leaving them to process the double-edged joke.

"You're going to get a beating from me today!" Seema Chachi shouted, the laughter still in her voice as she started to chase me. She caught me easily near the door and hugged me fiercely, the physical contact a sudden reminder of the intimacy we were rushing toward.

"You are being mischievous with your Chachi," she scolded, but her arms tightened around my waist.

"I was just joking," I said, resting my chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her freshly washed hair.

The playful teasing with Seema Chachi and Meena Chachi soon ended, leaving a constant, low level of desire simmering inside me. After that, I went straight to my room to study. My life was now running on the timetable that Meena Chachi had carefully planned. I did everything she told me today as well, forcing myself to focus on my books during the long, silent hours. At night, after the books were closed, I started waiting for Meena Chachi to come, knowing the special milk had already done its job to prepare me.

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## Update 70: The Unspoken Demand (Avi and Meena Chachi)

Yesterday, my Chachi started the game. Today, it was my turn to begin the ritual. I took off my clothes, laid them aside, and waited for her.

After a little while, Meena Chachi came into the room. I stood in front of her, completely naked. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face when she saw me. Without a word, she began removing her own clothes. It was clear she’d stopped wearing any underwear; her chooť was shining, meticulously clean—she must have prepared herself thoroughly after her dutiful sex with my Chacha.

Fully undressed, she walked over to me. I gently laid her down on the bed, immediately covering her with my body and beginning to kiss her.

After a short, passionate interval, I broke the kiss. The way she was participating was not what I had expected; she was no passive victim. She knew everything about sex. She suddenly pulled away and guided me. "Let's try the 69 position," she murmured against my ear. I was momentarily shocked, but we quickly maneuvered into the position. She started to suck my lunď with an urgent, practiced force. Her chooť was open and slick, a combination of my Chacha's brief visit and the two days of sex with me. I dove in, starting to suck her chooť with equal hunger. We gave each other pleasure like that, the sounds of mutual desire filling the room.

I couldn't stand the separation any longer. I lifted my head, panting. "I want to fuck your chooť now," I told her bluntly, my voice rough.

she immediately stopped sucking my lunď as soon as she heard my demand. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. Seeing her gaand, a powerful, raw desire hit me. *I wanted to fuck her ass.* But how could I make that request? I put the thought of her gaand out of my mind, focusing on the immediate goal.

I placed my lunď on her chooť and pushed it all the way in with one swift thrust. A sharp, stifled scream escaped from my Chachi's mouth, quickly bitten back. After stopping for a heart-pounding moment, I began to thrust. After a while, my Chachi started to move her ass rhythmically with each thrust, which significantly heightened the pleasure for me.

I continued to have sex with her in that doggy-style position for ten minutes. I noticed a flicker of pain cross her features. Seeing this, I gently laid her down on the bed. I slid my lunď back into her chooť and resumed thrusting. After about twenty minutes of intense sex, I released my semen deep into her chooť and collapsed on top of her.

We lay on the bed for fifteen minutes, recovering. As soon as my Chachi felt a surge of returning energy, she separated herself from me and took my lunď into her mouth. She started to suck it expertly. *What kind of potent magic did she possess?* As soon as my lunď entered her mouth, it became rock hard again.

When my lunď was hard, she stopped sucking it. She held my lunď in her hand and placed it directly on her chooť. I didn't thrust my lunď in; it stayed resting there. She was waiting, her eyes urging me on, but I held back. She let go of my lunď and looked up at me, a question in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Avi? Why did you stop?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice tight with concern.

I didn't answer right away. I pulled my hand from under my head and ran it over my forehead, my gaze distant. "Nothing."

"Then why aren't you having sex? Are you tired, or did I do something wrong?" Meena Chachi pressed, her eyes searching mine.

"It's nothing like that. You didn't do anything wrong," I insisted.

"Then why did you stop?" Meena Chachi raised herself onto one elbow, her eyes demanding an answer, her voice firm.

"Well..." I hesitated.

"Just say what you want to say. Don't be afraid of me," Meena Chachi touched my arm, trying to reassure me.

"Before you came here, did you have sex with my Chachaji?"

"Yes. I have to do it with your Chachaji. If I don't, he'll become suspicious," Meena Chachi sighed, a small sound of resignation.

"What's my Chachaji doing now?"

"I gave him a sleeping pill and he's asleep. He won't wake up. But why are you asking this?" Meena Chachi wondered aloud.

"Well, you had sex with my Chachaji and now you've had sex with me. Twice."

"I told you I'll have sex with you one more time. I want to," Meena Chachi confirmed, her hand resting on my hip.

"I also want to have sex with you one more time."

"Then why did you stop? What is it?" Meena Chachi demanded, her brow furrowed.

"You've already had sex twice. Your chooť must be loose. And my semen is already inside it. Frankly, it won't be as pleasurable now," I explained, the words tasting cold and selfish.

"So you won't have sex with me? Won't you make me a mother?" Meena Chachi grabbed my wrist, a flash of fear crossing her face.

"It's not that at all. I will have sex with you, but from behind. I want to hit your gaand," I stated my demand clearly.

"What? You want to hit my gaand? Your Chachaji has never even asked to hit my gaand! You know I can't become a mother by that route," Meena Chachi exclaimed, pulling her hand away in shock. "Then why do you insist on hitting my gaand? Once I become a mother, you can hit it; I won't refuse."

*I knew she was prioritizing pregnancy, but she was ignoring my desire, the very desire she needed to fuel her goal.* *My excitement was fading.*

I reached out and gently traced her hip. "I know we can't make a baby by hitting your gaand. I'm saying this is your third time, and there won't be much pleasure from the front now. I won't get the same excitement I had a little while ago," I argued, maintaining eye contact. "I want to hit your gaand. I will definitely hit your gaand, but I will put my semen in your chooť after. This will make you happy and give me the pleasure I need to continue."

Hearing this, my Chachi slowly slid off the bed. She walked away from me, her back rigid. She crossed the room and opened the door. She left the room naked without saying a single word. I just stood there, watching the vacant doorway. I was immediately hit by a cold wave of guilt. My heart hammered against my ribs; a knot of shame tightened in my gut. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat. I thought my Chachi was furious with me. She was so angry that she left the room in plain view, unconcerned with being seen. I felt like I had hurt her deeply with my selfish demand. I lay back on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. The silence of the room was suddenly deafening, replaced only by the ringing sound of my shame and anxiety.

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## Update 71: The Price of Desire (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I was lying on the bed, still heavy with guilt, when I heard someone coming. I looked at the door; it was Meena Chachi. Seeing her eased the sudden knot of anxiety in my chest. She closed the door, walked toward me, and I saw a white cloth and a small bowl in her hands. It had oil in it.

Seeing the oil, I instantly understood that she had gone to the kitchen to get the necessary thing for me to fuck her gaand.

She gave me the bowl. Taking a deep breath, she took some oil from the bowl and started to apply it on my lunď. My lunď had gone soft after she left, but it was hard again now, shining under the careful touch of the oil.

"Here's the oil," Meena Chachi instructed, her gaze fixed on my lunď. "First, put it on your finger and massage my gaand. Then fuck my gaand with your finger to make a space for the lunď. Remember, your uncle has never fucked my gaand."

After hearing what Chachi said, I asked, "Are you not mad at me?"

"Could I ever be mad at you?" Meena Chachi countered, shaking her head gently. 

"Now hurry up and fuck my gaand, or I'll change my mind. And yes, put your semen in my chooť. If you don't, I won't let you fuck my gaand next time," she warned, her eyes holding a mix of instruction and suppressed excitement.

I put a good amount of oil on my finger. Chachi turned and got on her hands and knees, presenting her body to me. I started to move my finger around the tight hole of her gaand. 

Chachi's gaand was incredibly tight. I put some pressure on my finger, and it slid into Chachi's tight opening. A small, sharp scream escaped from her mouth, quickly cut short. 

I moved my finger back and forth, slowly working the passage open. As soon as Chachi started to feel pleasure, I took the bowl of oil and poured the remaining amount onto her gaand. My fingers were wet with oil again. Now, I put my second finger in and started to fuck Chachi's gaand with two fingers. When I felt that her gaand was open enough, I took my fingers out.

"Put it in, but do it slowly," Chachi whispered, before taking the white cloth and placing it securely in her mouth so that Suman Chachi couldn't hear her voice. Seeing this preparation, my excitement intensified.

I put some more oil on my lunď. I placed the rest of the oil on her gaand. I placed my lunď on her gaand hole and thrust once, and the top part of my lunď went into her gaand. A muffled scream escaped from her mouth. Hearing the sudden, stifled sound, I decided to stop for a moment. I stayed still and started to press Chachi's breasts gently. After staying like that for two minutes, Chachi's pain lessened.

Then I thrust again, and my lunď went four inches in. Chachi was in pain. Tears came to her eyes. The cloth in her mouth kept her from saying anything, but I understood what she was telling me to do. I remembered Pooja Bua, how I had fuck her gaand in a hurry, and she never let me touch her gaand again. I didn't want to lose Chachi's gaand. I stopped for a while and started to move the half-in lunď back and forth. Chachi was in pain, but it wasn't the searing agony of the first time.

After fuck her gaand slowly for a while, I put my finger into her chooť. This started to give Chachi some relief. She was also getting pleasure from the friction. Seeing this, I put my lunď all the way in with one final thrust. Chachi screamed again, but the cloth in her mouth muffled her cry. Chachi looked back at me; there were tears in her eyes. 

The pain was visible on her face. I understood what she meant by looking back at me, but she never told me to stop. I couldn't understand what was going on in her mind. I started moving my finger back and forth in her chooť. I was trying to lessen her pain by pushing my finger hard into her chooť. My efforts started to pay off. Water came out of Chachi's chooť. With the release of water, Chachi felt some relief. Her pain lessened considerably.

Then I started to move my lunď back and forth slowly. Chachi was very strong; she started to enjoy it quickly. I also started to increase my speed. I was thrusting. Moaning sounds were coming from behind the cloth in her mouth. Then I increased my speed even more. After a while, Chachi was also in my rhythm. She would move her gaand back with my thrusts, which made my lunď go in easily. 

I was thrusting, and Chachi was also thrusting. I was fuck her gaand with my lunď and she was enjoying my lunď with her gaand.

I would thrust from behind and she would move her gaand back. My strength and her strength worked together. But I had to give up in front of her tight gaand. After twenty minutes, I felt that I was about to release my semen. I immediately took my lunď out of her gaand and put it in her chooť. After ten quick thrusts in her chooť, I released my semen. After releasing my semen, I took my lunď out and fell onto the bed, completely spent.

I looked at Chachi's face; there was no pain on it now, only deep satisfaction. She took the cloth out of her mouth and took a deep, shuddering breath. She lay on the bed for a while. Then she got up and started to get dressed. After getting dressed, she picked up the white cloth and the bowl of oil. 

She kissed me on my head, a gentle, possessive gesture, and left for her room. Her kiss told me that she wasn't mad at me. She also enjoyed having her gaand fuck. After she left, I fell asleep naked, thinking about our sex.

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## Update 72: The Shift in Schedule (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I had a lot of fun fucking my Chachi's gaand yesterday. The memory of that intense, forbidden pleasure stayed with me, a hot, secret awareness. I woke up in the morning and immediately started my workout routine. Meena Chachi brought me the medicinal milk. I noticed Meena Chachi's walk had changed—a slight, almost unnatural stiffness in her hips.

I looked at Meena Chachi, tilting my head. "What happened, Chachi? Why are you walking like that?"

"A bug bit me," Meena Chachi smiled, offering a secretive, knowing glance. She gave me a light slap on my head.

I finished all my work and studying for the day. At night, I continued my routine with Meena Chachi. I had sex with Meena Chachi's chooť once every night, ensuring the semen went to the right place, and then I fucked her gaand once for mutual pleasure. Days passed in this rhythm. Meena Chachi grew more open during sex, shedding her initial inhibitions. Meena Chachi also started to genuinely enjoy having her gaand fucked. I continued to have sex with Meena Chachi every night for about six days. During these six days, I only knew two things: studying and having sex.

*It had been nine days since I went to Pooja Bua. I knew Pooja Bua must be missing me, perhaps even growing angry. But how could I tell Meena Chachi that I wanted to go and meet Pooja Bua? If I didn't go to Pooja Bua soon, I couldn't imagine what Pooja Bua would do to me.*

I called Meena Chachi to my room in the afternoon. Meena Chachi had set the strict rule that we wouldn't have sex during the day. Meena Chachi immediately assumed I had broken that rule, and her expression hardened as soon as she came into the room.

"I told you to only study during the day, not have sex! Then why did you call me?" Meena Chachi threw her hands out in frustration.

"I wanted to talk to you," I replied, maintaining a serious tone.

Hearing the seriousness in my voice, Meena Chachi's face smoothed, her anger dissolving. She walked toward the center of the room. "Sorry," Meena Chachi offered softly. "I got angry at you without understanding the situation."

"It's alright," I said, waving off the apology.

"Tell me what you want to talk about," Meena Chachi gestured to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"It's about Pooja Bua."

"Tell me," Meena Chachi instructed, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I told Pooja Bua that I would have sex with her once a week. But it's been more than a week, and I haven't gone to her place. She'll be furious."

"If you have sex with your Bua, you won't be able to have good sex with me tonight," Meena Chachi tapped her finger on the duvet, deep in thought. "You'll be too tired for our two rounds."

"But what about Bua? I need to give her something to calm her down."

"Go to your Bua's place this afternoon," Meena Chachi thought again, a solution forming in her eyes. "But listen carefully: only have sex once, and tell her that you will only have sex with her after your exams. We need to save your energy for the main mission."

"Okay," I agreed. "I'll tell her."

"And yes, you only have sex with me once tonight," Meena Chachi stood up.

"Why only once with you?"

"You need to rest for tomorrow. We must prioritize your stamina," she explained, her voice firm.

"What's tomorrow? Is it the end of your week?"

"Tomorrow, you'll have to do it with Suman Chachi or Seema Chachi. My time is up."

"And you won't do it with us? We'll all do it together, in rotation?"

"No. We can't do it together. Not yet," Meena Chachi shook her head. "And yes, whoever comes to your room to have sex tomorrow, the other Chachis shouldn't know about it. That's how we keep the balance."

"Yes, I understand the secrecy. Now I'll go to my Bua's place," I said, eager to move.

"Yes, go," Meena Chachi stepped toward the door. "And don't go to Komal's place today. Go to Pooja Bua's house, and on your way, tell Komal that you have some urgent work at Pooja Bua's house and that you won't be able to come to study today."

"Yes, I understand. But is there any specific reason not to go to Komal's house? She doesn't take much energy."

"You're going to Bua's house today," Meena Chachi put her hand on my shoulder, gently steering me toward the door. "You need the complete rest after you come back. It's important for tomorrow's new challenge."

"I understand. Can I go to Pooja Bua's house now?"

"Yes, go. But make sure you tell her what I said clearly. Use the exams as the excuse."

"I'll tell my Bua that whatever happens now will be after the exams."

I quickly put on my clothes, and after that final conversation with Meena Chachi, I headed straight to Pooja Bua's house, carrying a weighty message along with my own suppressed desire.

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## Update 73: Quenching the Fire (Avi and Pooja Bua)

I went to Pooja bua's house, feeling the sharp tension of the long absence. On the way, I made a quick stop to tell Komal I wasn't coming to study today, using the excuse of urgent work at Pooja bua's house.

The moment Pooja bua saw me, before I could even speak, a sharp, stinging slap landed on my cheek. I instinctively brought my hand up to rub the sudden burn.

Then, in the very next moment, Pooja bua surged forward and hugged me tight. Her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

I just looked over her shoulder, completely confused; she slapped me, then instantly held me. I could feel their heat and shape through our clothes.

We stood there for a long, heavy moment before I managed to separate myself from Pooja bua.

I glanced around the living room. "Where's Raj?" I asked, scanning the empty space.

"He's gone to schoool. Don't worry about him," Pooja bua tossed her head back, her hair flying.

"Why did you slap me?" I asked, my voice low, rubbing my reddened cheek, which still burned.

"You remembered me after so many days," Pooja bua's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and relief. "If you hadn't come today, I would have come to your house tomorrow and caused a scene."

I let out a slow breath, stepping back. "This much fire isn't good, bua."

"You're the one who started this fire," Pooja bua took a step closer, crowding my space. "If you have sex with me every day for three to four days and then suddenly stop, did you think about what would happen to me?"

"And you promised you would have sex with me once a week. What happened to that?" she demanded, her voice tight.

I stepped past Pooja bua toward the hallway, a smirk touching my lips. "I've come now, haven't I? Now are you just going to talk, or are we going to fix this?"

As soon as I said this, Pooja bua leapt at me. I came with the sole intention of extinguishing her fire completely.

I gripped her face and started to suck her lips like a starved animal. Pooja bua clearly loved my aggressive way of loving her.

She squeezed my lips between hers with all her might, her passion unchecked. Sometimes she would suck my lips, sometimes my tongue, and sometimes she would aggressively push her tongue into my mouth.

I was also kissing Pooja bua with equal passion, sucking her lips and tongue until we were both gasping. The air between us grew thick and hot.

*I was acutely aware of the time constraint; Raj could return from schoool at any moment.*

More importantly, I had to quench her thirst now, knowing I wouldn't see her again until my exams were over. I sucked Pooja bua's lips for ten minutes, until the sheer force of the kiss left us both dizzy and breathless.

*I had to have another session with Meena Chachi at night, but the thought of two months without Pooja Bua made me determined to satisfy Pooja Bua fully right now.*

After the kiss, Pooja bua was panting deeply, struggling to regain her balance. Before she could recover, I picked her up and carried her swiftly to the bedroom.

As soon as my foot crossed the threshold, I tore off Pooja bua's clothes. The scent of her anticipation was heavy in the air, a mix of sweat and desperate wanting.

Then I laid Pooja bua down on the bed. Pooja bua loves oral attention; she always becomes completely devoted if someone sucks her chooť.

Today, I wanted to make Pooja bua completely happy by sucking her chooť until she begged me to stop. I lowered my head between her legs and started to lightly kiss her chooť, pressing my mouth against the soft mound.

It was as if this was exactly what Pooja bua wanted and needed. She started to moan instantly as I kissed her.

"Aaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaahhhh... it's so good..." The sounds were deep, desperate releases of tension.

Then I intensified the contact, licking her chooť with my tongue. I then put my tongue deep inside her chooť to give her maximum pleasure.

I varied the rhythm, sometimes licking her chooť broadly with my tongue and sometimes focusing sharply on her sensitive clitoris. This aggressive attention made Pooja bua moan louder.

"Aaaahhh... this feels so good... ufff... suck more... suck harder..." Her desperate moans increased my own passion.

I started to suck her chooť with force, determined to stimulate her until the flesh was swollen and red. It felt as if a primal, animalistic urge had taken over my control.

I continued to lick Pooja bua's chooť. Pooja bua couldn't bear the intensity, and her release flooded my mouth.

Even after Pooja bua released her water, I didn't stop sucking her chooť. The result was that Pooja bua released her water one more time, a thick, powerful spasm.

After drinking all her fluid, I finally got up. I tore off my clothes. Without giving Pooja bua time to react, I placed my lunď on her chooť.

With one brutal thrust, I put it all the way in. I did all of this so fast that before Pooja bua could come out of the residual pleasure of having her chooť sucked, my lunď was already fully seated in her chooť.

When my lunď hit the deepest point in her chooť, the sudden shock made her body arc off the bed. A tremendous scream escaped her mouth.

"I'm going to die... oh... my chooť is splitting apart..."

*The adrenaline surged through my veins, making my hands shake, but the sound of her agony only drove me harder.* My heart hammered against my ribs, a loud, chaotic pulse.

A knot of frantic desire tightened in my gut. My hands gripped her hips, slick with sweat.

Hearing Pooja bua's scream, I didn't pause. I immediately started to thrust. Like a piston on a runaway train, I kept fucking my lunď into Pooja bua's chooť.

Pooja bua was screaming, but in my frantic state, I couldn't hear the desperation—only the pleasure beneath the pain. My thrusts made Pooja bua's chooť release water again.

Even after Pooja bua released water, I kept thrusting with full force. Pooja bua was in a bad condition, her face contorted, but she was also simultaneously enjoying the brutality.

"Aaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaahhhh... aaaaaahhhh... like this. fuck harder... tear apart my chooť," she cried out, her voice ragged.

Hearing Pooja bua's words, I unleashed every reserve of strength, thrusting harder and faster. In the end, I released my semen deep into Pooja bua's chooť.

Pooja bua also released her water at the exact same moment, the double climax shaking us both. After releasing our passion, I collapsed onto Pooja bua's chest, both of us breathing heavily.

The silence of the room was broken only by our ragged gasps, our bodies fused together by the explosive energy we had just shared.

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## Update 74: The Two-Month Truce (Avi and Pooja Bua)

We lay tangled together, the air thick with sweat and the heavy scent of our climax. Pooja bua finally broke the silence, her voice a rough whisper. "You almost killed me today."

I rolled off Pooja bua, catching my breath, a fierce satisfaction settling in my chest. "I can do anything to quench your fire."

Pooja bua stretched languidly on the sheets, her muscles relaxed. "After today's sex, I can stay without sex for a year."

I shook my head, already sitting up. "Not a year. You have to wait for only two months," I explained, pulling a foot onto the floor.

Pooja bua's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't understand."

"You have to wait until my exams are over," I explained, looking down at her.

A flash of genuine disappointment crossed Pooja bua's face. "I was just joking about the year. You're actually telling me to stay away from you."

I reached out and brushed the damp hair from Pooja bua's forehead. "What can I do, bua? It's a compulsion. If I didn't have exams, I would have sex with you every day, I promise."

Pooja bua frowned, chewing on her lip. "But..."

"I can't stay away from you either," I admitted, my gaze serious. "If I don't get good marks in my exams, then this weekly sex will also stop completely. It's the only way to ensure we continue later."

Pooja bua nodded slowly, the sad expression softening her features. "Okay," she conceded, her shoulders dropping slightly, "but after your exams, you have to come straight to my house. You can't see anyone else first."

I gave Pooja bua a dramatic bow from the edge of the bed. "As you command, my lady."

Pooja bua threw her head back and started to laugh, the tension momentarily broken. I got up and started to collect my clothes.

Pooja bua watched me dress, her eyes lingering. "Let's do it one more time," she suggested, her voice husky.

I pulled my trousers on. "No."

"Why?" Pooja bua insisted, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

I buttoned my shirt, my tone turning teasingly clinical. "The water in your chooť is finished. You released so much water that I don't think there's any left in your chooť."

Pooja bua pouted. "If you put your lunď in, the water will come out on its own."

"I don't think water will come out of your chooť again so soon," I countered, zipping my trousers.

Pooja bua swung her legs over the side of the bed, her voice rising in challenge. "I'm telling you. Just put it in quickly."

I stepped toward the door. "It will hurt you if the water comes out quickly."

Pooja bua planted her hands on the mattress, her body language radiating stubbornness. "Let it hurt. I'll handle it. I don't want to wait."

I paused, realizing Pooja bua was persistent. "If I do it a second time, it will take more time. By then, Raj will come home."

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened, the lingering urgency in her eyes replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

As soon as she heard Raj's name, Pooja bua visibly stiffened. The lingering urgency in her eyes was replaced by sudden caution. "Okay," she whispered, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

She looked at my still-exposed lunď. "At least let me clean your lunď properly," she suggested, her voice low.

I considered this for a moment. Her request was innocent enough, and I liked the idea of her mouth on me one last time. "Fine," I agreed, and opened my zipper completely, letting my lunď fall out.

Pooja bua immediately lowered her head. She started to clean it with her tongue, slow and thorough. The warmth and wetness quickly stirred my lunď. It grew back to its large size faster than I expected, stretching hard and thick.

She stopped for a moment, looking up at me through hooded eyes. A mischievous, naughty look spread across her face when she saw my fully hard lunď. She didn't wait for permission. She started to suck intently, drawing me deep into her throat with practiced skill.

I couldn't control the sudden surge of desire. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my lunď deep inside her mouth, a sudden, forceful thrust. I was doing deep-throat force fucking.

After a few frantic seconds, Pooja bua pulled back, tears welling in her eyes from the intense force. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

She reached out and playfully hit my lunď with her hand. "Why this much force?" she asked, her voice a mix of pain and lingering excitement.

Before I could apologize, she swung her leg over my lap, taking control. She sat directly on top of me, guiding my lunď straight into her chooť. She started to ride my body forcefully. She worked my lunď with intense speed. The sudden change and the brutal rhythm made me cum quickly.

She took my entire cum this time, gripping my lunď tightly with her chooť as she rode me to my release. She released her hold, got off me, and stood up.

I finished adjusting my shirt. "I'm leaving now," I stated, the air in the room charged with our hurried passion.

Pooja bua looked sad, her gaze following me. "At least have some tea before you go."

I shook my head, walking back toward her. "I drink something much better than tea," I teased.

Pooja bua's eyes widened, a question hanging on her lips. "What?"

As soon as Pooja bua said this, I took over her lips one last time, a hard, final kiss that was both a farewell and a promise. After the lingering kiss, I said bye to Pooja bua and left her house. The taste of her lips already made the next two months feel impossible. I needed to rush home now for my last night with Meena Chachi.

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## Update 75: The Rotation Agreement (Meena Chachi, Suman Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

Meena Chachi approached Suman Chachi, who was the eldest among them. Meena Chachi sat down across from her, lowering her voice. "Didi, I want to talk to you about something important," she whispered, leaning in.

"Yes, tell me," Suman Chachi replied, laying her work down, her expression expectant.

"I was thinking that from tomorrow, you should sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi proposed, her gaze steady, smoothing the fabric on her lap.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Suman Chachi asked sharply, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "You know that Avi's Chacha likes to sleep with you. You've been his steady companion."

"If Avi's Chacha stays with me every day, how will you become a mother?" Meena Chachi questioned softly, leaning forward. "We need to give you all a chance to fulfill your duty."

"But will Avi's Chacha agree to such a sudden change in schedule?" Suman Chachi worried quietly, fiddling with the thread.

"I've already asked him," Meena Chachi confirmed, a flicker of pride in her planning. "He said yes. He agreed to the rotation."

"I think you should send Seema to sleep with Avi's Chacha before me," Suman Chachi decided firmly, after thinking for a long moment. "I'll go after Seema."

"But you're the eldest, Didi," Meena Chachi argued, trying to keep the plan in order.

"I've said what I've said," Suman Chachi stated, folding her arms, her voice firm. "Seema first, then me."

"Okay, as you wish," Meena Chachi conceded, nodding her head. "Seema will have to sleep with him for a week from tomorrow. After that, it's you. Then me again, and it will continue like that, a fair rotation."

"Okay," Suman Chachi agreed, her features relaxing into a smile. "Oh, and what about that boy? You said not to talk about him in case we were overheard. Now tell me, did he agree to the full plan or not?"

"He will agree next week," Meena Chachi affirmed, her voice low, pressing her lips into a thin line. "We have to secure the commitment."

"And who goes first?" Suman Chachi pressed, her voice suddenly cautious, looking around the room. "How can I be the first to have sex with him?"

"You have to do it," Meena Chachi insisted, her gaze locking onto Suman's. "You are the one who needs a child most urgently."

"Okay," Suman Chachi whispered finally, her eyes drifting toward the window. The eldest Chachi stood up, gathering her things. "Now go and tell Seema that she has to sleep with Avi's Chacha from tomorrow."

Suman Chachi left the room. Meena Chachi walked across the house toward the living area, where Seema Chachi was folding laundry on the sofa while watching a television serial.

"Didi, from tomorrow, you have to sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi announced, her tone official, turning to Seema Chachi.

"With him?" Seema Chachi asked, her eyes narrowed, putting a hand on her hip. "If I sleep with Avi's Chacha, where are you going to sleep?"

"I'll sleep with Suman Didi," Meena Chachi replied quickly, her eyes already calculating the next move.

"Did you ask Didi if she wants to sleep with him first?" Seema Chachi challenged, leaning her weight to one side. "Suman Didi usually likes to be first in everything."

"I asked Didi," Meena Chachi confirmed, nodding. "Suman Didi said that you should sleep with him first, and she'll sleep with him next week. She deferred to you."

"Can I ask you something, Meena?" Seema Chachi questioned, her voice slow, leaning back against the wall.

"Yes, ask," Meena Chachi encouraged, stepping closer.

"Is there any special reason for suddenly sending me to sleep with him?" Seema Chachi's voice was laced with suspicion.

"Didi, if I keep sleeping with him, when will you become a mother?" Meena Chachi whispered, checking the hallway quickly, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "We need to keep up appearances for all of you."

"You said that Avi's Chacha can't make us mothers, so what's the use of me sleeping with him?" Seema Chachi pointed out logically, pausing to consider the statement.

"Didi," Meena Chachi whispered, her gaze sweeping the room again. "If you become a mother with someone else without sleeping with him at all, he'll become suspicious. He must believe he has been trying to fulfill his duty with each of you."

"You've thought about that correctly," Seema Chachi admitted, rubbing her chin, a look of understanding dawning on her face. "It's necessary for the plan."

"I always use my mind," Meena Chachi declared simply, smiling with quiet triumph.

"Oh, and what about that boy?" Seema Chachi suddenly shifted the topic back, her eyes growing wide with curiosity.

"Look, Didi, listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi immediately dropped her smile and became serious, gripping Seema Chachi's shoulder. "This is the most crucial part..."

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## Update 76: The Revelation and the Witness (Meena and Seema Chachi)

Meena chachi gripped Seema chachi's shoulder, her face radiating urgency. "Look, listen to me carefully. The plan hinges on this: I've been having sex with that boy for a week."

Seema chachi's jaw dropped; her eyes went wide with shock. "What? For a week? Where? How? You're only telling me this now, after it’s been happening?"

Meena chachi squeezed Seema chachi's shoulder, forcing attention. "First, listen to everything I have to say, the whole story. Then I'll answer every one of your questions."

Seema chachi swallowed hard, her excitement warring with her disbelief. "Tell me," Seema chachi breathed, leaning in close.

Meena chachi lowered her voice further, making the disclosure feel like a sacred secret. "I've been having sex with that boy for a week. That boy's lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's. He has sex for thirty to forty minutes without stopping. Before having sex, he also sucks chooť. What can I tell you about him? The more I describe, the less justice I do to the experience."

Seema chachi visibly trembled, the skepticism giving way to raw temptation. "Is it true that his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's?"

Meena chachi nodded firmly, a sly smirk appearing. "Yes, so much so that you can't even hold its full thickness easily in your hand."

"And he does it for thirty to forty minutes?" Seema chachi's voice was hushed with awe.

"Yes, sometimes it even takes fifty minutes," Meena chachi confirmed, enjoying the effect the details were having.

Seema chachi started to shift nervously, unconsciously scratching her chooť through her saree. "He also sucks chooť?"

"He sucks it in such a way," Meena chachi recounted, her voice drifting with memory, "that he makes you release more water than Avi's Chacha ever could, just by sucking your chooť."

Seema chachi rubbed her chooť hard against the fabric, her breathing quickening. "What else does he do? Tell me everything."

Meena chachi leaned closer, whispering details like drops of forbidden nectar. "He licks the whole body. He presses the breasts in such a way that it feels like milk will come out, they become so swollen and sensitive."

Seema chachi impatiently urged her on. "And...?"

"If you take his lunď in your mouth and start sucking," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping to a near murmur, "you don't feel like taking it out; it's mesmerizing."

"And...?" Seema chachi demanded, her face flushed red.

Meena chachi painted the final picture. "His lunď isn't black like Avi's Chacha's. It's a fair lunď, and the top is completely red, like a ripe fruit. When I licked it with my tongue, I felt so much pleasure that you can't even imagine the sensation."

Seema chachi was beyond the point of reasoning; her fantasy had taken over. "My chooť has released water just hearing this. Now I can't wait anymore. I want to have sex with him quickly. Meena, somehow, please, please make me have sex with him quickly."

Meena chachi felt a thrill of success; the arrow had hit the target. The initial shock had been overcome by desire, just as Meena chachi had predicted. "Do you know where I was having sex all this time?"

Seema chachi shook her head, confusion mixing with lust. "Where?"

Meena chachi held up a single finger, pointing towards the rest of the house. "In this house. Under the same roof as your husband."

Seema chachi's disbelief returned, strong enough to momentarily halt the desire. "What are you saying? In this house? Is that true, or are you making this up to provoke me?"

"I would give Avi's Chacha sleeping pills every night and make him sleep like a stone," Meena chachi explained, her voice firm with certainty. "Then I would have sex with that boy twice a night, every night, right down the hall."

"Twice...?" Seema chachi whispered, her fingers covering her mouth. "Make me meet that boy, please... By the way, who is he? You haven't told me."

"You know him," Meena chachi stated simply.

"I know him? Now don't talk in riddles, Meena! Tell me quickly, who is he?" Seema chachi pleaded, unable to bear the suspense.

Meena chachi let the name hang in the air for a moment. "He is none other than Avi."

The revelation struck Seema chachi like a physical blow. She staggered back, pressing her hand against her chest. "What? No, this can't be true... Avi would never do this... You're lying to trick me into something!"

"No," Meena chachi insisted, standing firm. "I'm telling the absolute truth."

Seema chachi's mind reeled, trying to reconcile the boy they treated as a nephew with the man Meena chachi described. "But we consider him our son. You've had sex with him... I can't even think about this betrayal of family ties."

Meena chachi shrugged off the morality. "So what if we consider him our son? Now we'll consider him our husband, our baby-maker."

"What are you saying?" Seema chachi demanded, her voice rising in alarm. "Do you even know what dangerous thing you're proposing?"

"I didn't find anyone more trustworthy than Avi to help us," Meena chachi explained, her voice hardening with the logic of necessity. "He was the right one to keep our secret safe."

"Didn't you find anyone else?" Seema chachi asked, shaking her head.

"You'll find thousands of people willing to sleep with us, but it's hard to find someone as trustworthy and discreet as Avi," Meena chachi countered, laying out the practical reason.

"But Avi is still a child, a boy," Seema chachi protested, grasping at the last thread of denial.

Meena chachi gave a short, cynical laugh. "You consider him a child. Avi has become a real man, in every sense of the word."

"What do you mean by a real man?" Seema chachi questioned, demanding proof.

"No one in this village can have sex like he does, not even your husband," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping back to a seductive whisper.

Seema chachi hesitated, the moral wall crumbling under the weight of temptation and the desperate need for a child. "But still..."

"Just forget about 'buts'," Meena chachi cut in sharply, sensing her agreement. "Look, I've been having sex with him for a week. I'll become a mother soon. Now you have to decide if you want to become a mother or not, or if you want to be barren forever."

Seema chachi was silent for a long moment, thinking of her husband and the childless years. "Did you tell Suman didi?"

"No," Meena chachi confirmed. "I didn't tell Suman didi, and you shouldn't either. I told you at the right time to give you a chance, and after you have sex with him, I'll tell Suman didi at the right time too."

Seema chachi finally surrendered to the plot. "Okay, if Meena chachi can have sex with Avi, then I can too. And I won't tell Suman didi either. But..."

"But what?" Meena chachi prompted, impatient for the final request.

Seema chachi leaned forward conspiratorially. "I want to see you and Avi having sex before I do it myself."

Meena chachi quickly agreed, relieved the hardest part was over. "Okay, you can watch tonight at 11 o'clock in Avi's room. You will see the truth for yourself. And yes, don't come in. And remember, Suman didi shouldn't know about this, under any circumstance."

Seema chachi waved the concern away. "Don't worry about Suman didi. Once Suman didi falls asleep, Suman didi won't wake up until morning."

"Then get ready to have sex with Avi tomorrow night," Meena chachi finalized, her voice victorious.

"I'm ready," Seema chachi declared, a hungry anticipation lighting her eyes.

(Meena chachi's Internal Thought): *What I had thought would happen, happened. Seema didi agreed, motivated by lust and desperation. But Suman didi will never agree just by being told. Meena chachi will have to think of something much more elaborate for Suman didi.* 

I recognize and accept the complete set of final rules. I understand that my language must be strictly simple and direct, adhering to 10th Standard English.

I will now rewrite the entire story section provided, following all mandatory formatting, perspective, flow, and simplicity rules.

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## Update 77: Last Time, Hard Sex (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I came straight home from Pooja bua's place. My muscles felt sore and heavy after the fast, hard sex with Pooja bua. I went straight to my room to sleep, knowing I needed the rest before tonight. After sleeping for a while, I studied my notes, waiting for Meena Chachi. My wait ended quickly. Meena Chachi came into my room twenty minutes earlier than usual, moving with clear tension.

Meena Chachi walked quickly to the foot of the bed. "Avi, from tomorrow, you will have sex with Seema didi," she said, her voice low. "Tomorrow night, you must make Seema Chachi so happy that she can't imagine living without you."

"Yes," I promised, feeling sure of myself after the session with Pooja bua. "I won't give Seema Chachi a chance to say anything bad about me."

Meena Chachi stepped closer, her voice dropping. "Don't tell Seema Chachi about the sex you've had with Madam, Pooja bua, Mona, and Rati," she instructed. "Keep that history private."

"I won't tell her anything," I confirmed, nodding my head.

Meena Chachi took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto mine. "Today is the last time I'll have sex with you for a while," she stated simply.

I felt a sudden sharp feeling of disappointment. "You won't have sex with me again?" I asked, my voice tight. "Is that final?"

Meena Chachi gave a subtle smile. "What do you want?" she asked, watching me closely.

"I want you," I answered honestly, stepping toward her.

"Okay, you have sex with Didi from tomorrow," Meena Chachi agreed, a soft look in her eyes, "and after that, you can have sex with me again in the next rotation."

I felt a wave of relief and happiness. "You are my favorite Chachi," I told her, my smile genuine.

"That's fine," Meena Chachi said, her smile growing wide. "But today, you can do whatever you want with me, according to your wildest wishes."

I paused, thinking about the offer. "Meaning?" I questioned, looking at her intently.

Meena Chachi's eyes were dark and intense. "Today, don't love me like an aunt, but like your girlfriend—your most desired woman," she explained, her breath catching slightly.

"I've never had a girlfriend before," I confessed. "So how would I know how to love a girlfriend?"

"You should completely lose yourself in the intoxication of sex," Meena Chachi instructed, taking a small step back. "Forget the rules, forget the schedule. After that, you can have sex with me."

"What if I do too much?" I asked, my heart starting to beat fast. "What if I'm too rough?"

"That's fine. Do whatever you want. I won't say anything," Meena Chachi promised, her resolve absolute. "Just don't love me like an aunt; love me like a wife who is a virgin, and you have to give her pleasure with some pain, like on a wedding night."

I fell onto Meena Chachi. Meena Chachi responded at once, helping me, her own desire completely open. Today, she did not worry that someone in the house would hear us. I started to take full, hard pleasure in having sex with her. We were both totally lost in the moment. I did not even notice when my clothes left my body and fell to the ground. Meena Chachi was in the same state, her clothes thrown away.

I looked down at Meena Chachi, but saw her eyes fixed on the door, not me. I thought she was checking to make sure no one saw us. But actually, Meena Chachi was watching Seema Chachi, who was hidden in the shadows outside the room, visibly scratching her chooť with her finger, unable to look away from the scene.

I wanted to leave nothing undone in having sex with Meena Chachi. First, I lowered my head, and like a mad dog, I started to bite and lick her chooť. My tongue worked fast and deep, tasting the raw fluid already coming from her. My teeth quickly bit her inner thighs and her clitoris, making her draw sharp, loud gasps.

"Aah! Yes, Avi," Meena Chachi gasped, her hands pulling at my hair. I pulled her off the bed and onto my face at the edge of the mattress, making her sit on my face. She struggled slightly to get balanced. Then, she fixed her position and pressed her wet chooť deep onto my face. "Ufff! More! Oh, God, more!" she screamed, her voice thick with lust. She started to grind her hips hard, letting her raw desire take over. I agreed, holding her tight as her body seized up, and a sudden salty rush of her climax flooded my mouth. Her hips started to shake hard against my face, and she let out a long, loud moan. She collapsed onto my chest, slick and shaking.

I let her rest for a long minute, pulling my face up to breathe. Meena Chachi brought her hand down and gently took hold of my lunď, which was already hard again, playing with its size. "I loved that sucking, Avi," she whispered, her voice rough. "You were like a madman. It was just what I needed."

I shook my head, my eyes burning with hunger. "I'm not done tasting, Chachi. I want more."

She sighed, her body still shaking a little. I grabbed her legs, putting them wide on the bed, and put my head back between her thighs. She gasped as I returned, and I licked her chooť one more time, using my tongue like a drill, pushing her toward another release. She let out a steady stream of water, whimpering my name.

I moved her immediately into position. I swung her body around so her hips were right at the edge of the bed. I stood up and knelt before her, lifting her legs high over my shoulders until her knees rested on my back. This angle forced her entire chooť to be pushed forward and completely open. I lowered my head and drove my tongue deep inside her chooť, using the angle to reach her deepest points with strong, focused power. My tongue worked fast and without rest, tasting the salty rush of her climax as she screamed, her back arching hard off the bed. She shook all over and let out a huge wave of water that soaked my face, doing everything I needed until her body went completely soft and fell back onto the bed, slick and shaking.

Finally, I lifted my head. Meena Chachi's chest was heaving. "Avi... please..." she begged, her eyes half-closed. "I'm so tired. I need to rest now."

I stood up, my body still full of energy. "Not yet, Chachi," I replied, my voice rough. "I still need to fuck you."

I pulled her up to stand, her back against the wall, and lifted her high, so her legs wrapped around my hips. I hit my lunď into her chooť with the force of the hit against the wall, making Meena Chachi gasp in pain and shock.

"Ah! Avi!" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I used the wall to push against, holding her arms tight above her head. This made her chooť rub harder against my hips. For ten minutes, I shoved my lunď into her, moving fast and hard without stopping. The wall was a solid support, letting me put all my force into every push.

*My vision went blurry. The sound of my heavy breathing and the wet slap of our bodies against the wall filled the room. This was the aggression she asked for. I felt the strong beating of my lunď, thick and hard inside her.*

I placed her on the bed again, but then quickly pulled her to her knees near the edge. I knelt behind her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her body up, so she was bent over, supporting herself on her hands and knees. This was like the standing doggy position, but I quickly lifted her by the waist and pressed her legs around my waist, lifting her high off the floor into the Standing Wheelbarrow position. She hung there, gripping my waist with her legs to stay balanced, her chooť aimed perfectly at my lunď.

I entered her from behind, deep and hard. I could control how far and at what angle I went completely. My thrusts became a brutal, steady pounding. I felt her body giving way to strong, painful pleasure.

"Yes, Avi!!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow she held beneath her face.

I kept going until her chooť felt skin-tight around my lunď. I knew she was almost done, but I was not finished.

I let her body slide down until her knees hit the floor. Her body was still bent over, open and ready. I pulled my lunď out of her chooť and moved to her gaand hole.

"No, Avi, stop!" she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

But the wild feeling of the night took over me. I did not stop. I made my lunď slippery with the fluid from her chooť and drove it into her gaand with force.

A loud cry escaped Meena Chachi's throat as my lunď broke through her tight barrier. I slowed down a little, feeling how difficult it was, then sped up again, pushing past her pain. This was the final release of all the frustration and desire I held.

I held nothing back, fucking her gaand until the final burst of my semen shot deep inside her. I fell onto her back, my body shaking with tiredness.

It took a long time for me to feel normal, my body still vibrating. When I finally looked at Meena Chachi's state, I was shocked. She looked like a dead chicken—still, pale, and completely used up. I saw blood on the sheets near her chooť. Her gaand hole was wide open, showing I had fucked her gaand just as hard, and there was blood near the gaand too.

My heart pounded hard against my ribs, a dull, heavy shock. A tight knot formed in my gut. My breath was fast and shallow, and cold sweat made my skin sticky. *What have I done?* I thought I was in big trouble; I had pushed her too far.

I quickly cleaned my lunď with a towel. I found my courage and looked at Meena Chachi's face. She did not look like she was in pain, but there were tears in her eyes that had now dried. A white cloth lay near her mouth; maybe Meena Chachi had bitten it to stop her screams during the final climax. I quickly gave Meena Chachi some water. After drinking the water, she seemed to become fully awake again.

She sat up a little and kissed me on my head. A deep, clear feeling of happiness was on her face, hiding the physical injuries.

"Even on my wedding night, this much blood didn't come out," Meena Chachi spoke, her voice still rough. "Today, you brought it out of my chooť and gaand in just one session."

"Sorry, Chachi," I apologized right away. "I don't know what happened to me. I lost control."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Meena Chachi waved her hand to dismiss it. "I had a lot of fun. It was exactly what I asked for."

"Blood came out of you, and you still had fun?" I asked, totally confused. "I don't understand."

Meena Chachi sat up slowly, the smile gone, replaced by a look of worry. "You don't need to understand anything," she told me. "You just think about tomorrow's sex."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): What have I done? Everything is ruined. Why did I tell Avi to do this today? I should have waited a few days for this hard sex. If Seema Didi saw me like this, she might refuse to have sex with Avi. But how could I know that Avi would keep going until blood came out of my chooť and gaand? This is my mistake. What have I done?*

"Don't have sex like this with Seema Didi for the first time," Meena Chachi instructed carefully, covering her body. "Do it with a little more love, and a little less force."

"Yes," I promised quickly. "I will do it with complete love."

"Now you should sleep. I'm going to my room as well," Meena Chachi finished, looking tired.

"Good night," I replied.

Meena Chachi gave a tired smile before leaving the room, carrying the weight of her secret plan and her injured body.

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## Update 78: The Preparation and the Plan (Avi and Seema Chachi)

When I woke up in the morning, I felt very weak. Yesterday's hard sex with Pooja bua, followed by the extreme session with Meena Chachi, had totally drained me. I had just woken up when Seema Chachi walked into the room carrying a glass of milk. I put the milk on the table and went to get ready. After getting ready and drinking the milk, I felt an instant rush of energy; it was like I got all my lost strength back at once. I did not know what Meena Chachi had put in the milk, but it was strong medicine. I then started to work out.

After working out, Seema Chachi brought me milk again. Today, she brought the milk instead of Meena Chachi. When Seema Chachi handed me the glass, she stopped and gave me a soft, eager smile. After working out, I got fresh, ate my food, and sat down to study, readying myself for the new challenge of the night.

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*In another room in the house:*

Meena Chachi walked up to Seema Chachi, her hands pressed together with nervous hope. "Didi, did you see the sex yesterday?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Seema Chachi leaned back, a satisfied look of female pleasure on her face. "Yes, I saw enough." she chuckled, shaking her head. "What a man Avi is turning out to be."

Meena Chachi shifted a little, needing to know the important details. "Did you see the whole thing? The end?" she pressed, her voice high with worry.

Seema Chachi laughed softly, covering her mouth. "How could I see the whole thing, Meena?"

"Why didn't you?" Meena Chachi pushed harder, her worry growing.

Seema Chachi suddenly moved, a hand flying to her chest. "Yesterday afternoon, when you told me about Avi, it immediately increased the itch in my chooť!" she confessed, her eyes wide. "Then at night, seeing how Avi was licking your chooť made me so excited, I was shaking."

"So you didn't see the actual sex after that?" Meena Chachi asked, relief starting to rise in her chest.

"No," Seema Chachi confirmed, waving her hand away. "The way he was licking your chooť made me so hot that I quickly went to the kitchen, put a radish in my chooť, and relieved my itch right there."

Meena Chachi nodded, understanding the desperate need. "Your water must have come out quickly, then," she observed.

"Yes," Seema Chachi sighed happily. "It came out in two minutes, strong and fast."

"After that, you must have come back to see the sex," Meena Chachi insisted, trying to guess how much her sister had missed.

"After that, I went to my room and slept," Seema Chachi stated simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"You should have watched!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, stepping back in shock. "We kept having sex for a long, long time."

Seema Chachi gave a clear explanation. "If I watched again, I would have had to release my water with a radish again. Then I would watch and then release water again. And you said that Avi has sex for fifty minutes. How much water would have come out of me in that time? I would have completely emptied myself!"

"You should have let it come out," Meena Chachi countered, though her inner thoughts were already making peace with the situation.

"If I had released all my water last night," Seema Chachi reasoned, her eyes bright with excitement for the night, "Avi wouldn't have had fun having sex with me today. That's why I thought it was right to sleep and save my capacity."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): It is good Didi did not see the whole thing. If she saw the blood, I would have to think of a whole new way to convince her.*

"So Didi, are you ready for tonight?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice returning to normal.

Seema Chachi smiled, her body twitching slightly with excitement. "Yes, completely ready."

"You went to the kitchen and released your chooť water with a radish," Meena Chachi pointed out. "You could have taken the radish with you and released the water quietly while watching the sex near his room."

Seema Chachi lowered her voice, showing her caution. "You said Suman Didi shouldn't know. If I had done it in front of Avi's room, Suman Didi's sleep might have been disturbed by my voice. Suman Didi's sleep never breaks easily at night. But if she had woken up, Suman Didi would have said she gets to have sex with Avi instead of me today, saying she is older. Then what would happen to me? That's why I released the water safely in the kitchen."

"You did the right thing," Meena Chachi affirmed, nodding at her sister's worry about the oldest sister.

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): If Suman Didi woke up and found out the plan, Suman Didi wouldn't just refuse sex with Avi; she would kick me and Avi out of the house. Seema Didi worries too much, but that worry is helpful.*

"How did Avi's lunď look?" Meena Chachi asked, rubbing her palms together.

"His lunď is long and thick," Seema Chachi answered, rubbing her own hands together. "It will be very fun to have sex with him."

"So you're absolutely ready?" Meena Chachi asked one last time, needing assurance.

Seema Chachi gave a naughty little laugh. "Only a crazy person would refuse to have sex with a lunď that long and thick."

Meena Chachi settled the details. "Okay, you can have sex with Avi tonight, but first, listen to me carefully. I have a precise set of instructions."

"Yes, tell me. I'm listening," Seema Chachi said, moving impatiently.

"From today, you have to sleep with Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi stated, confirming the cover story.

"You told me that yesterday," Seema Chachi replied, already tired of the fake plan.

"Have sex with him once," Meena Chachi instructed, laying out the routine.

Seema Chachi's shoulders slumped dramatically. "Only once?"

"Yes, only once," Meena Chachi repeated firmly. "Give him milk before sex."

Seema Chachi looked doubtful. "After drinking milk, he'll have sex with me all night long, and I'll never get to Avi."

"Don't give him the whole glass of milk at once," Meena Chachi corrected, showing her the trick. "Give him half a glass first. Then have sex. After having sex, he usually goes to the bathroom. At that time, put a sleeping pill in the rest of the milk. Take this sleeping pill now." Meena Chachi handed her a small, white capsule.

"Then what do I do?" Seema Chachi asked, her eyes shining.

"As soon as he comes back to the room from the bathroom, give him the rest of the milk," Meena Chachi explained calmly. "Make absolutely sure he drinks the milk in front of you."

"And something else I need to do?" Seema Chachi whispered, leaning in.

"After giving him the milk, tell him you're going to the bathroom, and leave your room," Meena Chachi finished.

Seema Chachi bounced on the balls of her feet. "And then I can go straight to Avi's room?"

Meena Chachi frowned, looking sharp. "You're in such a hurry to go to Avi."

"Tell me when to go to Avi," Seema Chachi pushed, ignoring the angry look.

"Wait for twenty minutes to make absolutely sure he's sleeping soundly and not moving," Meena Chachi warned. "Then go to Avi. Don't make any mistakes in the dosage or the timing."

"Don't worry," Seema Chachi promised, her excitement now a fixed goal. "I understand what I have to do. The plan is perfect."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): I'll also have to go and check once at night to make sure the pill worked.*

"You go to Avi's place at exactly 11 o'clock," Meena Chachi finished. "And during the day, stay away from Avi—no close contact."

"How many times will Avi do it with me tonight?" Seema Chachi asked, trying to get the most for herself.

"For three days, he will do it with you twice a night," Meena Chachi outlined. "For the rest of the three days, he will do it once."

Seema Chachi looked sad at the cut in frequency. "Why like that? Why reduce it?"

"Because then he will do it with Suman Didi once when her turn comes," Meena Chachi explained, showing the future schedule.

Seema Chachi gave up with a sigh. "Okay. Is there anything else left to cover?"

"No," Meena Chachi concluded. "Everything is done. Do your job well. Don't make any mistakes tonight."

"No mistakes will be made," Seema Chachi promised, her excitement now a strong determination.

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): I'll have to keep an eye on Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha too. I'll have to stay awake until Didi has sex with Avi to make sure Seema Chachi doesn't mess up the sequence.*

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## Update 79: The First Kiss and the Lie (Avi and Seema Chachi)

Seema Chachi slipped into my room right at 11 o'clock, closing the door softly behind her. The air in the room instantly grew heavy. Seema Chachi walked over to my desk where I was studying. "What are you doing, Avi?" she asked, her voice low.

I pretended to be completely busy with my books, trying to play dumb and have some fun. "I'm studying," I answered, not looking up.

Seema Chachi leaned against the desk, her eyes quickly checking the textbooks. "How's your studying going? Are you making good progress?" she asked, her tone curious.

"It's going well," I answered, finally looking up with an innocent look. "By the way, Chachi, you could have asked me this during the day. What's the reason for coming here so late at night, dressed like this?"

A brief flicker of doubt crossed Seema Chachi's face. "Don't you know why I'm here?" she asked, pulling back slightly.

I shook my head, keeping my face confused. "Why would I know?"

Seema Chachi frowned a little. "Don't you really know?" she asked, her eyes moving quickly. *(Internal thought: Did Meena not tell him the plan?)*

"Was there something important we had to do together?" I asked, putting my pen down slowly.

"It was important for me, the reason for the visit," Seema Chachi said, moving back toward the door. "But never mind. I'll tell you tomorrow. You study." she waved her hand. *(Internal thought: Did Meena not tell Avi that he had to have sex with me tonight? Does she want me to be the one to start everything? I can't understand what to do. I'll leave now and tell Meena to explain everything to Avi tomorrow, to make sure there are no mistakes.)*

"I'm just studying," I repeated, watching her get ready to leave.

Seema Chachi stood up to leave the room, looking disappointed. After she had walked a few steps, I shot up, grabbed her hand, and quickly made her sit back down on the bed. Before Seema Chachi could make a sound or understand what was happening, I pushed my lips onto hers and started to kiss her deeply. Seema Chachi gasped but quickly calmed down and started to help me, kissing me back with strong heat.

I began to suck her lips, focusing only on the pleasure. Her lips felt surprisingly soft, as delicate as Meena Chachi's. Meena Chachi had told me many times that my uncle never kisses her, so I decided to use my mouth as much as possible.

After a moment, I put my tongue deep into her mouth. As soon as I did that, Seema Chachi opened her mouth instantly and started to suck my tongue with surprising force. I was truly shocked to feel her sucking my tongue like that. Meena Chachi had sucked my tongue, but she knew all the tricks. *How did Seema Chachi know all this?* My uncle never kisses her, so where did she learn these close techniques? I thought, *I'll kiss her now and then ask later.*

Chachi kept sucking my tongue for a long moment, then she pulled back a little before aggressively putting her tongue back into my mouth. I also started to suck her tongue. Chachi and I started to suck each other's tongues and lips, lost in the quickly rising heat of the kiss. After kissing like that for a while, we broke apart, both taking quick breaths.

"Chachi, where did you learn to kiss like that?" I asked, my voice still rough.

Seema Chachi smiled a little, smoothing her saree with her hand. "I used to do it with your uncle," she lied, her eyes looking away. "Then I slowly learned the technique from practice."

"You're lying," I accused, shaking my head.

Seema Chachi lifted her chin up strongly. "Why would I lie to you, Avi?" she challenged.

"Meena Chachi told me that my uncle never kisses his wives," I countered, looking hard for the truth in her eyes. "Then why are you lying now, Chachi?"

Seema Chachi looked away for a moment, her excitement going down a little. "What will you do by knowing the whole story?" she mumbled, her head bowed.

"I just want to know," I pressed gently. "If you want to tell me, I won't judge."

Seema Chachi looked back, a careful, serious look on her face. "If you promise not to tell anyone, especially Meena Chachi, I can tell you," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

"You can absolutely trust me," I assured her, squeezing her hand lightly.

Seema Chachi took a deep breath, deciding to share the truth. "You know how educated I am; I went to college."

"Yes," I confirmed, waiting calmly.

"I had a boyfriend in college," Seema Chachi admitted, her voice low and quiet. "He kissed me for the first time and taught me how to kiss, how to use my tongue."

"So you had sex with him too?" I asked, my curiosity too strong to stop.

"No," Seema Chachi quickly said. "I only kissed him. Your uncle was the one who broke my seal after marriage."

"By the way," I asked, changing the subject, "how was my kiss, compared to the expert?"

Seema Chachi giggled softly, leaning forward. "You also kiss very well." She pulled back suddenly. "Wait," she said, raising a finger. "Speaking of kissing, you were making fun of me with your questions before you even started kissing me."

I laughed, showing I was guilty. "You knew the plan, didn't you? Then why were you asking me like you didn't know anything?"

Seema Chachi playfully poked my chest with her finger. "I'll see you tomorrow for that."

I grabbed her hand quickly. "Why tomorrow, Chachi? Why not today?"

Seema Chachi pulled her hand back, winking at me. "I want to have fun with your games and kisses today, I want to enjoy the waiting."

"And tomorrow, you'll take mine?" I protested, making a sad face. "Then I'm not going to do anything today or tomorrow."

Seema Chachi burst into laughter, throwing her head back. "Why? Are you scared of me, Avi?"

"Yes," I admitted, smiling widely.

Seema Chachi laughed again, hitting my arm lightly. "I was just joking, just like you were joking with me."

We both started to laugh, the tension completely gone, replaced by a warm, shared feeling of closeness.

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## Update 80: The First Ride (Avi and Seema Chachi)

We stood close, the air still warm from our intense kissing. "Chachi," I whispered, my breath warm against Seema Chachi's cheek, "shall we begin the main event?"

Seema Chachi tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with desire. "I've been ready for a while," she admitted, a wide smile growing, "since Meena Chachi finished her story."

As soon as Seema Chachi spoke, I quickly removed the *pallu* of her saree. The heavy cloth fell to the floor, showing her breasts pushing tightly against the thin material of her blouse. Without any delay, I started to press her breasts hard over the blouse. The feeling of pushing and shaping them through the cloth was fun, making me eager for what was beneath. *How much more fun would it be without the blouse?* I wanted that fun now.

I unhooked the blouse and pulled it off. Seema Chachi's fair, round breasts sprang free, open for me to see. I put both hands on them and started to squeeze them roughly. Seema Chachi instantly started to moan, the sound low and rough. I could not stop now. While still squeezing her breasts, I slowly and carefully took off all her other clothes.

Seema Chachi stood naked in front of me. I let my eyes look over her body, remembering the shape of the forbidden form. Her body was not as thin and strong as Meena Chachi's, but it was softer, more full, and looked much better than Pooja bua's.

Seema Chachi placed a hand on my shoulder, feeling impatient. "What are you looking at, Avi?" she demanded.

I stepped closer, my eyes following the curve of her hip. "I'm looking at your beauty, Chachi. It's so beautiful," I told her honestly.

Seema Chachi pushed herself against me, the cool feel of her skin surprising me. "If you just keep looking, I'll leave before we start," she warned playfully.

I gently pushed her onto the bed. As soon as Seema Chachi lay down, I quickly took off my own clothes and fell onto her chest. I immediately took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck her breast as hard as I could, squeezing her other breast with my free hand at the same time. I changed my focus, sometimes squeezing one breast and sometimes the other. Just like Meena Chachi's, her breasts were also hard and reacted quickly. I realized then that my uncle only put his lunď in her chooť and had sex; he clearly did nothing to make her feel ready before pushing inside.

Then, still squeezing her breasts with my hands, I moved my mouth down. Now I was near her belly button. Seema Chachi's belly button was clearly bigger and deeper than Meena Chachi's. I started to kiss her belly button, exploring the small dip. While kissing, I put my tongue deep into her belly button and watched Seema Chachi's pleasure double.

All the first checks were done; now it was time for the final, most important test. I spread her legs apart. Her chooť was beautifully shown. Meena Chachi knew that I don't like hair on the chooť, and it looked like Meena Chachi had sent Seema Chachi completely ready and prepared. Seema Chachi's chooť was not very open or loose, a small sign that my uncle had married Meena Chachi three years *after* marrying Seema Chachi, giving the younger wife more time to stretch.

I lowered my face and started to smell Seema Chachi's pink chooť. A sweet, strong smell was coming from her. My hot breaths were making the sensitive skin even hotter.

I started to kiss her chooť. As soon as I licked her chooť with my tongue to clean it, a strong gush of water burst out of her. I wanted to lick her chooť hard with my tongue, but the rush was too sudden. I quickly drank all that water. Even after drinking the fluid, I did not stop licking her chooť, using my tongue to pull out more feeling. After a while of this hard licking, Seema Chachi could not stand it any longer. She cried out that I must put my lunď inside now.

I knew that if I waited for her to release water again, she would not be able to stand the pressure and would scream loudly, which was a big risk with Suman Didi just down the hall. I immediately stopped licking her chooť. "Do not scream, Chachi," I warned her, my voice low and serious, "or Suman Didi will find out everything." Seema Chachi quickly nodded her head in scared agreement.

I placed my lunď on her chooť, but I paused. I wanted to fully close her mouth first, so I started to suck her lips. When I felt that her scream would be completely muffled in my mouth, I gave a hard thrust. Maybe three inches of my lunď went inside. Just as I thought, her scream was fully muffled in my mouth, swallowed by my kiss. I quickly gave a second thrust, and my lunď went six inches inside. The pain instantly showed on Seema Chachi's face, and she struggled under me. Her pain was clear on my lips, pressed tightly against hers. To make her pain less, I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts hard. But she was not becoming quiet; the first fight was too strong. Then, with a burst of determined feeling, I gave a final, deep thrust, and my lunď was completely lost deep inside her chooť.

The depth hurt her badly. This time, I knew I had to stop moving. I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts, holding her still until her wild movements stopped and she was quiet. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Seema Chachi finally relaxed. When I felt she was strong enough to take the thrusts, I started to move. At first, I was thrusting slowly, checking how much she could handle. Her pain was slowly going away, and my efforts were working. Seema Chachi quickly released her water again; my previous licking and my sudden, deep push together brought a fast climax.

The release of water gave Seema Chachi some quick relief. Now, with every thrust, she started to help me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I kept thrusting, the steady hit of our hips and the squeaking of the mattress making a fast music. Seema Chachi and I, and the bed, were shaking together; it felt like we were bouncing in a local train in Mumbai. The sound of "patch patch" was loud in the room. I increased my speed, my high-speed train moving forward with full power. I started to eat her "rasgulla"-like breasts, biting and sucking them wildly. Seema Chachi's body was as hot as the heat in Chennai.

Our sex continued for thirty minutes. Seema Chachi and I won this long race together. I released my semen deep into her chooť. Seema Chachi emptied her tank four separate times during the marathon. I collapsed on her, completely used up. The loud sound of our heavy breathing was the only sound heard in the room. After a while, our breathing slowed, and we became normal.

Seema Chachi stroked my hair, her voice full of respect. "You turned out to be a pro player, Avi," she whispered softly.

I smiled, still resting my head on her chest. "After all, whose nephew am I?" I asked proudly.

Seema Chachi laughed, pulling my head up to look at her. "Not my nephew," she said, a playful smile on her face, "you're my husband, my baby-maker, you're my son. But I have to admit, you have undeniable power."

I looked down at her, already feeling my energy coming back. "Do you want to see that power in action one more time?" I challenged.

"Can you show me, after all that?" Seema Chachi challenged playfully, her eyes sparkling.

"It depends on what the viewer wants," I countered.

Seema Chachi bit her lip, her eyes shining. "I want one more time."

"Then let's go back to the battlefield," I declared, starting to move my weight.

"I'm always ready," Seema Chachi declared, pulling me into a hug.

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## Update 81: The Second Round (Avi and Seema Chachi)

I hugged Seema Chachi, accepting her challenge for the second round. She immediately took charge of the game. Seema Chachi pushed me onto the bed and started to clean my lunď with her tongue. My lunď was not fully hard yet, so she took my whole lunď in her mouth and started to suck it with great skill.

Seema Chachi clearly loved ice cream; her way of sucking lunď was special, using fast, deep movements. She would go all the way down to my *anďe* while sucking, giving me no time to rest. My desire started to grow quickly with her strong technique. My lunď started to get bigger, filling up with blood.

After a short while, my lunď was fully hard again. Seema Chachi took my hard lunď in her mouth and kept sucking. Sometimes she would take my whole lunď out of her mouth and gently lick the sensitive tip of my lunď with her tongue, which gave me a sharp, sudden feeling of pleasure. She took my lunď in her mouth as deep as she could and started to suck.

I suddenly remembered Meena Chachi and all the others I had sex with. When I used to suck their chooť, they would press my head hard down onto their hips. I also held Seema Chachi's head and pressed it down hard. My whole lunď went deep into her mouth. It felt like my lunď went all the way down to her throat, a terrifying and strong feeling. 

This happened in just a few seconds. I immediately let go of her head. Seema Chachi pulled my lunď out of her mouth and instantly started to cough, her body shaking. After a while, the coughing stopped. I got ready for her anger, but surprisingly, Seema Chachi again took my lunď in her mouth and started to suck it.

After sucking for a while, Seema Chachi took my lunď out of her mouth. Then she rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, showing her body. 

As soon as she did that, I moved quickly behind her. My eyes fell instantly on her gaand. I knew that my uncle had never fucked any of the Chachis' gaand. I controlled my urge, choosing the mission first, and pushed my lunď into her chooť.

I was having explosive fun having sex with her in this position. Seema Chachi was built perfectly for this pose. With every push, the head of my lunď would rub hard against the back wall of her chooť, touching the entrance to her gaand. 

No one could beat her when she was on her hands and knees—her movements and reaction were perfect. This second round of sex kept going hard for forty minutes. I was totally tired after this session, but the sight of her gaand—so close, so tempting—in a rush of desire kept me fucking her chooť with all my strength. I kept having sex with Seema Chachi on doggy position for the entire time, without changing the position. Seema Chachi had a lot of fun in this second, wild round of sex, moaning loudly into the pillow.

After the sex, I fell onto her back, breathing hard into her shoulder. "Chachi, did you have fun, or was it just painful?" I asked, my voice heavy.

Seema Chachi slowly turned her head, her eyes bright. "You're a magician, Avi," she whispered, a smile on her face. "Who taught you all this, all these tricks?"

I shrugged, pretending not to know. "Does this need to be taught? Doesn't it just come naturally?"

"But anyone can tell by your many ways of having sex that someone with experience has taught you," Seema Chachi insisted, sitting up and pulling the sheet over her.

"I promise you, no one taught me," I insisted, trying to keep the secret safe.

Seema Chachi narrowed her eyes playfully. "I have seen more of the world than you have. Don't think of me as a fool who will believe that."

I quickly changed the subject, avoiding the trap. "Did you have fun or not? That's the only thing that matters," I said, looking away.

Seema Chachi frowned, folding her arms. "Why are you changing the subject, Avi? Be honest."

"Let it go, Chachi," I said, putting my hand on her arm gently. "Whoever taught me, you're the one who got the benefit, right?"

Seema Chachi thought about this, then nodded slightly. "Okay. I know Meena Chachi must have told you not to tell anyone, especially not Suman Didi. Right?" she whispered.

"Meena Chachi didn't say anything like that about anyone," I lied smoothly. "You're just making a big deal out of nothing."

"Then tell me on the side, in private, who taught you," Seema Chachi pressed, leaning closer to me.

I pulled back, keeping my distance and control. "Look, Chachi, no one knows about how I have sex with you. It would be wrong if they did. In the same way, I can't tell anyone who taught me. It would ruin their good name and their life."

"You don't trust me?" Seema Chachi asked, genuinely hurt, her face falling.

"It's not that at all," I explained, my voice gentle. "Today you're asking; tomorrow, Meena Chachi will ask about my other secrets. Then Suman Chachi. And then I don't know who else will ask. The secret must stop here."

"Okay," Seema Chachi gave up with a deep sigh. "Let it go. Don't ruin the mood after such a wonderful session."

"Now I'll have to create the mood again, then," I teased, smiling. I leaned over and started to kiss her, a soft, slow kiss this time. After the long kiss, her mood was completely fine, the annoyance replaced by happiness.

Seema Chachi started to laugh, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest.

We talked about the details of our sex for a while, enjoying the good feeling of being close. Then Seema Chachi quickly got dressed and left the room, wanting to get back to her husband's side before the sleeping pills wore off. I also got dressed and went to sleep, the memory of her strong pleasure making me look forward to the next night.

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## Update 82: The Afternoon Plan (Avi and Meena Chachi)

When I woke up in the morning, I immediately started to work out, determined to get my energy back. While working out, the memory of Seema Chachi's gaand, shown so perfectly on her hands and knees, kept coming into my mind. I somehow finished my work, pushing the thought away, and started studying. In the afternoon, unable to stop wanting it, I called Meena Chachi to my room.

Meena Chachi walked in, looking happy. "Did you have fun last night with Seema Didi?" she asked, walking toward me.

I leaned back in my chair. "Yes. I had fun," I admitted, "but not as much as with you, Chachi."

Meena Chachi placed her hands on her hips, her smile becoming knowing. "Why? What's so special about me that makes me better?" she asked, her voice soft.

"You're different," I explained, trying to find the right words. "You let me be rougher. But..."

Meena Chachi tilted her head, clearly wanting to know more. "But what? Spit it out," she pushed gently.

"Seema Chachi's way of sucking lunď was clearly better than yours," I admitted, looking down.

Meena Chachi nodded, looking calm and accepting. "I know what my Didi is good at. I taught her a few things myself," she confessed.

"You know everything that happens in this house," I observed, looking around.

Meena Chachi walked to the window, looking at the yard outside. "I have to know, Avi. This house is still standing and peaceful because of me and my planning," she stated simply.

I started to think about what I wanted to ask, figuring out the best way to say it.

Meena Chachi turned back to me. "What are you thinking so seriously about?" she asked, seeing the change in my face.

"I wanted to talk to you about something important regarding last night," I confessed, my voice a little lower.

"Yes, tell me what you want to talk about," Meena Chachi encouraged, sensing my serious mood.

"Seema Chachi screams during sex," I explained, leaning forward on the desk.

Meena Chachi shrugged, not worried. "Every woman screams during sex, especially after your performance," she said, smiling.

"Meaning she can't control herself like you do?" I clarified, pointing out the difference.

Meena Chachi paused, thinking back to the previous night. "I didn't hear anything last night, so I don't know what you mean," she admitted, shaking her head.

"You didn't understand what I said," I insisted, feeling frustrated.

Meena Chachi moved her hand impatiently. "Then explain it to me clearly," she demanded.

"When we have sex for the second time," I began, avoiding her eyes, my voice quiet.

Meena Chachi smiled to herself, understanding what I meant and my desire. "What about the second time, when you're rougher?" she finished for me.

"I was saying..." I stammered, gathering my courage.

"You're saying that you don't have enough fun when you have sex the second time, because you want a deeper connection. Am I right?" Meena Chachi finished for me, helping me ask the difficult question.

"Yes, that's partly what I'm saying," I admitted, looking up. "I was thinking of fucking Seema Chachi's gaand just like I did with you, Chachi. And then putting the semen in her chooť to finish the job."

Meena Chachi's face hardened, and she shook her head strongly. "No, that absolutely can't happen. Your lunď is big and hard. Didi has never had her gaand fucked before. If you fuck Didi's gaand, Suman Chachi will see the clear sign of pain on Seema Chachi's face or Suman Didi will find out eventually."

"I fucked your gaand too, Chachi," I reminded her, crossing my arms stubbornly. "I'll fuck Seema Chachi's gaand in the same careful way."

"My case was different," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the door quickly. "It hurt me very much, but I stopped myself from screaming because I knew you were being watched. Didi won't be able to stop herself from making a sound or crying out from the first push."

I got upset, frustrated that she wouldn't trust me. I looked away from Meena Chachi.

"Hey, why don't you understand the risk?" Meena Chachi demanded, trying to make me feel better.

"You know what happens to me when we do it a second time—I lose control and want to go deep and hard," I argued, showing how much I needed this. "And still, you're not agreeing with my suggestion."

Meena Chachi paused, thinking about the problem, tapping her chin with her finger. "Did you ask Seema Didi if she wants you to fuck her gaand? It has to be her choice."

"No," I admitted, looking guilty. "I thought you would convince her to try it, since you convinced her to spy on us."

Meena Chachi raised her eyebrows, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I should have to do this convincing too? You should at least try to persuade her yourself."

"Yes," I insisted, giving her my most charming look.

"Okay," Meena Chachi sighed, giving in to my pleading eyes. "I'll do something to arrange it. But we can't do this dangerous act at night, it's too risky with Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha in the house."

"Then we'll do it during the day," I suggested instantly, a solution coming to mind.

Meena Chachi thought for a long moment, figuring out the chance of getting Suman Chachi out of the house. "Do you want to do it today, then?"

"Today? That soon?" I asked, a huge smile spreading across my face.

"Don't worry about Suman Didi," Meena Chachi said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll take Suman Didi to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit right now. You'll have two clear hours to fuck Seema Chachi's gaand and finish your business."

"In two hours, I can fuck her gaand twice and still have time left over," I boasted confidently.

"And yes," Meena Chachi added, pointing her finger at me in warning, "I'm not going to tell Seema Didi that I planned this and that you are going to fuck her gaand. You handle that first shock and persuasion yourself."

"I'll handle that," I promised, my mind already racing with how to make Seema Chachi agree.

"Okay. In twenty minutes, Suman Didi and I will leave. Be quick, and do your work," Meena Chachi instructed, walking to the door.

I gave a strong salute. "Consider the work done, Chachi," I told her.

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## Update 83: The Gaand Demand (Avi and Seema Chachi)

After a while, I heard the clear sound of the front door closing—the sign that Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi had left. I got up and quickly closed the front gate of the house, making sure we were private. Seema Chachi was resting simply in the room, still dressed in her saree. I went and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

"Chachi, what are you doing?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.

Seema Chachi opened one eye, looking at me slowly. "What do you think I'm doing, Avi?" she asked back.

"I think you're remembering last night's incredible sex," I teased, leaning closer to her.

Seema Chachi shook her head, a soft smile escaping her. "You're completely wrong. I'm merely resting," she stated.

"What, Chachi?" I said, pretending to be very disappointed. "You've already started to lie to me."

Seema Chachi laughed, finally sitting up. "If you know everything, why are you even asking?" she countered, looking at me. "Meena Chachi told me strictly not to have sex during the day. And here you are, teasing me by asking."

I took the chance, my voice dropping to a secret whisper. "I came to tell you that Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit," I revealed. "And Meena Chachi said they would take two solid hours to come back. And she also said specifically to take care of Seema Chachi. And here you are, saying bad things to me and getting angry."

After saying this, I started to get up from the bed, pretending to leave. Hearing the amazing news, Seema Chachi's eyes became bright; her calm posture disappeared instantly. She shot out a hand, held my wrist, and made me sit back on the bed with surprising strength.

"Are you telling the absolute truth, Avi?" Seema Chachi asked, her voice barely a sound. "Are we the only two in the house right now?"

"Of course," I confirmed, pulling my hand away and crossing my arms, continuing the act. "It was so hard for me to convince Meena Chachi to let me have sex with you during the day like this. And here you are, getting angry at me."

After saying this, I started to pretend to be very hurt and angry, looking away from her.

Seema Chachi immediately started to coax me, grabbing my shoulder. "How would I know all this complicated planning?" she pleaded. "Forgive me, Avi. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Who am I to forgive you?" I scoffed, turning my head away. "You don't care about what I want and what I need to make our sex better."

"You're my son," Seema Chachi countered, her voice changing to honest persuasion. "Tell me what you need, what your ultimate desire is. I will definitely give you what you need to be happy."

"I don't think you can fulfill my wish," I said, shaking my head dramatically. "Only Meena Chachi was brave enough and listened to me."

"Just say it, Avi. What is it?" Seema Chachi urged, desperate to prove her devotion.

"I don't think..." I dragged out the pause, creating more tension.

Seema Chachi grabbed my hand tightly. "Look, I swear to you that I will fulfill your wish, whatever it is. Now say it!" she demanded.

I looked directly into her eyes, my voice low and firm. "I want to fuck your gaand, Chachi."

The word hit Seema Chachi like a physical shock. Her breath stopped. "What?" she choked out.

I repeated the desire, not breaking eye contact. "I want to fuck your gaand, just once."

Seema Chachi leaned back, confusion and fear fighting on her face. "Does anyone really do something like that? I've never heard of it outside of books." she whispered, looking shocked.

"I told you that you can't fulfill my wish!" I snapped, pulling back my hand hard. "And on top of that, you swore to me. Meena Chachi is much better than you; she agreed quickly and helped me."

The feeling of wanting to beat her sister-in-law immediately removed the fear. "What?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Meena also did it in her gaand?"

"Yes," I confirmed, letting the lie out easily. "Many times. That's why I know how to do it without hurting you too much."

"I've heard it hurts a lot, even more than losing your virginity," Seema Chachi whispered, rubbing the lower part of her back.

"What, Auntie? You're asking childish questions," I scolded, rolling my eyes. "You know it only hurts the first time, and only if you rush it. After that, it feels amazing."

Seema Chachi thought for a long moment, the strong desire to experience everything Meena had won out. "Okay, I'm ready," she gave in, her voice shaking slightly. "But you'll do it slowly, right? You won't be rough like you were at the end of the first round?"

"You're my Chachi. How can I hurt you?" I comforted her, my voice becoming gentle. "I will try my best to give you less pain and more pleasure."

"And one more thing," Seema Chachi insisted, needing to be sure. "Did Meena really do it in her gaand?"

"Don't you trust me, Chachi?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"I was just asking," Seema Chachi quickly said, moving her hands.

"You can ask Meena Chachi yourself when she comes back," I suggested casually.

"Okay," Seema Chachi said, accepting the dare.

"I'm coming back too," I announced, starting to get off the bed.

Seema Chachi grabbed my arm again, her grip tight. "Where are you going, Avi? Don't leave me waiting."

"I'm going to make arrangements so you don't feel much pain," I explained, pulling free.

"Tell me where you're going!" Seema Chachi demanded, her eyes wide.

"To get oil," I said, heading for the bathroom.

"Why oil? What for?" Seema Chachi asked, having no idea about the technique.

"The oil will lessen the pain greatly, Chachi," I explained, giving her the only detail she needed.

"Go," Seema Chachi urged, pushing me toward the door. "And come back quickly."

"I'll be back in a second," I promised, leaving the room to get the needed oil, already looking forward to the new challenge.

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## Update 84: The Dual Penetration and Oil play (Avi and Seema Chachi)

I quickly returned from the kitchen, the small bottle of oil held tight in my hand. I put the oil on the table next to the bed and sat down near Seema Chachi. I knew I had to make her hot with desire first, especially since the task ahead was new and could hurt her. If Seema Chachi was hot with desire, she would help me while I fucked her gaand.

I started by sucking her lips, and Seema Chachi immediately responded, sucking mine back with strong desire. As we kissed, I started to rub her chooť over her saree. Rubbing her chooť with my hand made the excitement rush through her, causing her to push harder into my kiss and suck more strongly. We had little time, so I stopped the kiss. I made Seema Chachi stand up and, with fast hands, took off all her clothes. As I was taking off her clothes, she also started to quickly take off mine. This teamwork was great; it saved important time.

I laid Seema Chachi back down. I came on top of her immediately and started to lick her chooť, and she started to suck my lunď. This mutual foreplay, though intense, was quickly stopped—we needed to focus on the main goal.

Then, I pushed my lunď into her chooť and started to fuck her chooť with slow, steady thrusts. While fucking her chooť, I put oil on my finger and started to gently massage her gaand hole. Then, slowly, carefully, I put my finger into her gaand. The finger slid in surprisingly easily. I did not want to give her too much pain, focusing on her pleasure and cooperation. Seema Chachi instantly started to enjoy this two-sided sex, moaning as I stimulated both openings. Seeing her enjoyment, I pushed my second finger into her gaand as well. This time, a slight, sharp scream came out of her mouth, instantly muffled by her own hand. Seema Chachi could not stand this dual attack for long, and her chooť quickly released its water, pouring onto the bed.

As soon as water came out of her chooť, I took my lunď out, knowing she was now totally aroused and wet. I made Seema Chachi turn over onto her hands and knees—the position of giving up. Seema Chachi understood what was going to happen now. I still had a clear hour left.

I poured a generous amount of oil directly onto my lunď. Then I started to spread the oil completely over her gaand and lightly on her lower back. Her whole back started to shine like gold with this oil. I had an idea: *What if we applied oil to her whole body? How would that look?* I had never seen this, and I thought of trying it with Seema Chachi.

"Chachi, can I put oil on your whole body?" I asked, my voice soft.

Seema Chachi hesitated at first, her eyes wide. "Okay," she finally agreed, but then she added, "But the oil applying and the gaand sex should happen in the bathroom. I don't want to make a mess in the room."

"Okay, Chachi," I agreed, my heart racing.

Then we moved to the bathroom. I started to apply the oil to her whole body. This was the first time I was seeing a woman's entire body covered in oil, and I was stunned. Her skin, already fair, caught the light and shone like pure gold under my hands. The sight was magnificent, something I could stare at forever. The oil made every curve of Seema Chachi's body stand out, making her look softer, fuller, and incredibly beautiful.

My hands slid over her, feeling the difference the oil made. I played with her gaand, pressing it gently. The oily skin was slick and warm, the flesh yielding easily under my touch, then slipping away as my hand moved. I spent extra time pressing her boobs. They were soft and round, feeling like oily, warm cushions in my hands. With the oil, they were so slippery that they moved and shook easily, feeling like they would slip right out of my palms. It was a new kind of fun, feeling the flesh slide and shift with such little effort.

Then, Seema Chachi took the oil and started to apply it to my body. Her hands were slow and careful, moving over my chest, my stomach, and then down to my gaand, massaging it gently. She played with my lunď, which was already standing hard, fully coated in oil. The oil made it feel intensely hot and ready. We hugged, enjoying the strong, warm feeling of our oily bodies pressing together. We slid against each other, the slippery oil making it feel both close and strange, building the heat quickly.

Then I inserted my finger into her chooť and another finger into her gaand at the same time. She gasped, her body twitching from the dual feeling. After a few moments of this intense play, the gaand fuck began.

I positioned my lunď precisely on her gaand hole and gave a gentle push; the head of my lunď slipped inside. A sharp, strained scream escaped her mouth, but the sound was much less than I thought it would be. I started to put pressure on my lunď slowly, inch by painful inch, just enough pressure that the lunď would move a little forward.

Then I gave a second, firm push; four inches of my lunď went deep inside. Seema Chachi screamed again, louder this time. Immediately, I quickly put my finger into her chooť and started to fuck her chooť hard with my finger. Seema Chachi's pain started to become less as the counter-feeling in her chooť started to work.

I was fucking her gaand with half of my lunď. At the same time, I increased the speed and depth of my finger in her chooť. As soon as I felt that Seema Chachi was about to release water again, I gave a final, hard thrust, pushing my lunď as deep as I could. My final push and her release of water happened at the same time. This combination of extreme pleasure and sudden pain lessened her agony; she felt both pain and strong pleasure at the exact same moment. It happened exactly as I thought it would. Seema Chachi felt much less pain than Meena Chachi had during her first time.

I stopped moving in the deep, full position and kept using my finger in her chooť until she was completely calm. After five minutes, Seema Chachi looked clearly relieved, the tension leaving her body. I started to move my lunď slowly. She was clearly still in some pain, but she was fine now and ready to continue. I quickly increased my speed. After a short while, Seema Chachi started to have fun, curving her back and helping my thrusts.

I had sex with Seema Chachi twice last night, so I could tell her energy was going down, feeling her pull away from my side. I started to put the rest of the oil directly onto my lunď. As my lunď came out a little with each pull back, I would quickly put more oil on it. Because of this continuous oil, my lunď was going into her gaand easily and smoothly. She was not feeling any significant pain because my lunď was moving so smoothly, and she started to fully support me in return. With my every push, Seema Chachi would move her gaand back strongly, which made my lunď go into her gaand with more force and fun. I fucked my aunt's gaand for a full twenty minutes like this.

I released my semen into her chooť, as Meena Chachi had specifically told me. I fell onto her back, completely exhausted. Seema Chachi and I were both breathing heavily, sweat covering our bodies. After a while, I took my lunď out of her chooť. I gently asked Seema Chachi how it felt to get her gaand fucked for the first time. Seema Chachi turned her head and said that I gave her much less pain than she thought I would, and that it was a lot of fun. She kissed my head, her eyes full of thanks.

Seema Chachi cleaned my lunď with her tongue. "I never knew we could get this much pleasure from the gaand.." she explained, her voice full of wonder. She expressed her happiness by sucking my balls and cleaning them carefully.

Then, Seema Chachi started to bathe me. While bathing, I observed her hanging, papaya-like breasts and played with them, gently squeezing them as the water ran over our oily bodies. Seema Chachi clearly liked this, and she playfully hit my shoulder, a bright smile on her face. Finally, I left Chachi to take a bath herself.

Then I quickly got dressed and went back to my room and slept, totally drained. I slept for three hours and did not even realize when Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi came back to the house.

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## Update 85: The Strategist's Pride

I was deep in sleep when I felt a gentle shake. Meena chachi was leaning over me. "Avi, wake up," Meena chachi commanded softly. "It's time to eat."

I groaned, pulling the blanket higher. "Let me sleep for a while longer, chachi."

Meena chachi's tone sharpened. "Are you going to wake up right now, or should I pour the water on you?"

"Wait, wait!" I surrendered, sitting up abruptly. "I'm waking up, I'm up."

Meena chachi sat beside me, her expression shifting to conspiratorial excitement. "Now tell me, did you have as much fun with didi as you promised you would?"

"Yes," I confirmed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Where did you put your fluid, in the end?" Meena chachi asked, checking for adherence to the plan.

"In her chooť, just as you instructed," I replied.

Meena chachi beamed with satisfaction. "Didi was just telling me how much explosive fun you gave her. You made didi very, very happy."

I swung my legs off the bed, stretching. "It would have been impossible to do this without your brilliant planning, chachi."

"Don't praise me too much, or I'll charge you extra," Meena chachi joked, rising to her feet. "Wake up and eat your food. You have to be ready to do it again at night as well."

"Your wish is my command," I promised with a grin.

We both started to laugh, the easy camaraderie settling between us. 

Later that night, seem chachi moved quickly to the bedroom, the unspoken urgency heavy in the air. For the first session, Seema Chachi took charge, climbing onto me and sitting on my hips. She guided my lunď into her chooť herself and started to ride. She set a hard, demanding pace, her body bouncing and grinding down, her own desire clearly in control. I grabbed her hips, helping her movements, watching her face twist with pleasure as she rode me hard until her body shook with climax.

After a short rest, the fire was back. For the second session, Seema Chachi turned over and pushed her hips up, signaling the doggy position. "I want my gaand fucked again," she whispered, her voice rough with raw need, shocking me with her focus on it. 

She loved the tight, intense feeling it gave her. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my lunď into her gaand again. She arched her back, helping my thrusts with every strong push of her hips. Her hands gripped the pillows, pulling her body back against me to take me deeper. We continued like this for a long time, the rhythm deep and brutal, until I released my semen into her chooť as Meena Chachi had instructed.

She was utterly exhausted afterward, collapsing onto the bed, her muscles trembling. I realized I had sex with Seema Chachi five times in the last twenty-four hours, including the afternoon session, and fucked her gaand twice. The thought left me drained but satisfied.

*

Next day: Just like every day, I woke up in the morning and immediately started to work out. Today, Meena chachi brought the milk herself.

I took the glass from her, noticing the absence of the usual person. "Where is Seema chachi today?"

Meena chachi shrugged, a smug smile playing on her lips. "She's still sleeping."

"Still?" I asked, shocked at her lack of energy.

"You didn't leave her capable of doing anything but sleep," Meena chachi stated, leaning against the doorframe.

I frowned, thinking of her initial refusal to let me be rough. "You only told me to do it twice at night. You didn't tell me to push her to exhaustion."

"I told you to do it at night," Meena chachi countered, her voice laced with amusement, "but what about fucking her ganď during the day without telling me you'd do that?"

"That was..." I stammered, caught in the act.

"Now say it, Avi. What was the reason?" Meena chachi prompted, tapping her foot.

"I had fucked your ganď as well, chachi," I explained, finding my justification. "That's why I felt I had to fuck Seema chachi's too."

Meena chachi looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand the logic behind that necessity."

"If I had only fucked your ganď and not Seema chachi's," I explained, leaning in, "she would have eventually felt that I love you more and love her less. That I'm holding back from her."

Meena chachi pondered my analysis of female psychology. "Why would she think something like that, over just one position?"

"In sex, one woman gets desperately jealous of another woman's experiences," I stated with false authority.

Meena chachi laughed, finally revealing her insight. "I know all this, Avi. That's exactly why I agreed to let you fuck her ganď—I wanted her to be fully satisfied."

"Meaning you had thought of this necessity before I even asked you about it?" I asked, impressed by her foresight.

"Yes," Meena chachi confirmed, puffing out her chest slightly. "I know what to do, when to do it, and how to do it in this house. What, do you think I'm illiterate? I have a B.A. degree. I also have a little bit of a brain that I use to manage this family." *(Meena chachi had studied until the 12th before marriage, but after marriage, chachi did her graduation from an open university.)*

"I have to agree with you, chachi, you are a master strategist," I conceded. "But at first, you were refusing me so fiercely."

"So, would I let you fuck didi's ganď that easily, on the first request?" Meena chachi teased, a knowing glint in her eyes. "That wouldn't be fun for either of us."

"That's true," I admitted, remembering the struggle to convince her. "You also gave yours with difficulty and a lot of drama."

"What you get with difficulty, you have more fun with," Meena chachi recited, like a sacred mantra.

"You wanted to give me more fun by making me beg you for it?" I asked, grinning.

"Yes," Meena chachi affirmed, her expression triumphant. "Now you know I'm the real challenge."

And our conversation continued like this, with Meena chachi enjoying her role as the mastermind. At night, I continued the rigorous schedule, fucking Seema chachi's chooť and ganď again. I had been having sex with Seema chachi for three days now, and the thought nagged at me: *I don't know when Meena chachi will finally prepare Suman chachi, Suman chachi, for my turn.*

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