Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 185 B: Morning Thrills , Nude Run and Oil Massage (Avi and Kiran)

I woke up around 7:30 in the morning. The room was dim, but I could feel the rising heat of the sun outside. My body was pleasantly heavy from the violent fucking session with Kiran. My mind was already moving, planning to leave without informing her. The day ahead required sharp focus for the game with Heena and Soniya, and I needed to get back to the village.

I started to slide out of the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake her. My gaze fell on Kiran. She was sleeping deeply on her stomach, completely nude, her back exposed to the light. I watched her soft, smooth skin rise and fall with her slow, even breaths. As she shifted slightly, her beautiful breasts came into view, moving gently up and down with each inhale and exhale. The sight was too inviting, too tempting to ignore. The perfect curves seemed to silently urge me to play with them just one more time before leaving.

I couldn't resist. I leaned over her. I lowered my head and gently closed my lips over one nipple. I began to suck lightly, testing the sensitivity. The nipple immediately hardened and rose against my mouth, signaling her body's response even in sleep. I increased the pressure, drawing harder, my tongue circling the dark peak.

Kiran stirred beneath me. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and a slow smile spread across her face even before her eyes opened. She was instantly awake, recognizing the deep pleasure of my mouth on her. She reached up, gently gripping the back of my head, trying to push my face deeper onto her breast, urging me to suckle harder.

I accepted the invitation, moving my attention to the other breast, kneading the first one with my free hand. I alternated between the two, drawing out the firm, sweet nubs. She arched her back, fully embracing the sensation, pressing her chest against my mouth.

After a few minutes of intense sucking, I reluctantly pulled back. "I have to leave now, Kiran," I said, my voice low and a little rough.

Kiran stretched languidly, her arms extending above her head, showing off the full, luscious curve of her breasts and stomach. "Don't go yet," she said, her voice husky with sleep and desire. "Stay until I make you tea."

I nodded, sitting up against the headboard, watching her. She looked around the bed, her eyes catching the sight of her torn saree and shredded blouse from the night before. A wide, playful smile crossed her face at the memory of my aggression. She started to slide off the bed, looking for a piece of clothing to cover herself, likely her nighty.

"No," I commanded, reaching out and resting my hand on her hip. "Stay nude until I leave."

She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes, then grinned and slowly relaxed back onto the mattress. "Fine," she said, giving in to my desire.

She got up and walked toward the door of the bedroom, her body moving with effortless grace. She reached the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. She checked inside, then frowned.

"There is no milk," she announced, her voice slightly disappointed. "The delivery man must have left the packets outside already."

She reached for the hanging nighty. I rose quickly, stepping behind her, and gently plucked the thin fabric from her hands. "You still have to stay nude," I reminded her, holding the nighty just out of her reach.

"Avi! I have to go outside to get the milk," she protested, twisting around to face me. "It's already full morning! Someone will see me!"

"You will just run out, grab the packets, and run back in," I insisted, my voice holding a firm edge. "It will be a quick, little game."

She argued with me softly, listing the neighbors and the risk. I simply stood there, refusing to hand over the nighty, my eyes telling her I wouldn't relent. Finally, she sighed, accepting the challenge.

"Okay," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But you watch the door."

She walked carefully to the front door of the house, her nude body moving into the light of the hallway. She peered out of the peephole, then cautiously opened the door a crack, scanning the front yard and the street. The light was bright, confirming it was indeed full morning, well past the time for neighbors to be up. She waited for a long minute until she saw a clear opportunity with no one in sight.

Then, she dashed out. The movement was a blur of bare skin and loose hair flashing across the sunny doorway. I stood watching from the entrance, my eyes fixed on her nude body. As she ran toward the gate, the muscles in her thighs tightened and flexed with each step. When she bent over to quickly grab the two milk packets lying on the ground, the perfect curve of her gaand lifted up and was clearly displayed for me. I stared hard at the sight, feeling a sharp rush of excitement at the bold view.

She straightened fast and sprinted back inside. As she ran toward the house, her breasts bounced wildly, swinging and moving heavily with the speed of her run. The soft, full flesh shook and jiggled with each step, a captivating show of motion. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

We both burst into silent laughter at the thrill of the narrow escape and the risky act. A powerful rush of shared excitement flowed between us, a new kind of intimacy born from the danger.

She walked back to the kitchen, her body still nude, and started to make the tea. I followed close behind, watching her every movement. While she was busy lighting the stove and heating the water, I moved in behind her. I placed my hands on her exposed buttocks, gripping the firm, round flesh. I pressed harder, kneading the skin, showing her the roughness I enjoyed. Then I moved my hands up to her breasts, which swung gently as she stirred the tea. I pressed my fingers into the soft flesh, giving them a hard squeeze.

Kiran playfully hit my arm with a soft *thwack*. "Stop it, you naughty boy," she murmured, but her body leaned back slightly into my embrace. She was internally enjoying this roughness and attention while performing the mundane task of making tea. I continued the intimate play, my hands roaming over her breasts and gaand as the aroma of boiling milk and ginger filled the kitchen.

When the tea was ready, she poured it into a single cup. We walked back into the hall where the sofa was. Kiran settled herself comfortably on my lap, facing away from the shredded sheets in the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she brought the single cup of hot tea to her lips.

We drank from the same cup, sharing one sip after another. Each time she drank, my hand tightened on one of her breasts, my fingers working the nipple until it was hard. She would moan softly after swallowing the hot tea, leaning her head back onto my shoulder, letting me continue the pleasure while we shared the drink. This shared moment—the hot tea, the warm skin, the intimate play—was intensely relaxing after the exhausting night.

After we finished the tea, I knew I truly had to leave. I started to shift my weight, preparing to stand up and say goodbye.

Kiran sensed the impending departure immediately. I felt her body tense against me as I prepared to move. She gripped my arm tightly, her fingers digging in slightly, and pressed her head into the curve of my neck. "No, Avi," she pleaded, her voice soft and insistent, the sound muffled against my skin. "Your body must be aching after last night." She shifted, tracing the tense line of my shoulder with her finger. "Let me take care of you properly first. Don't go yet. Come join me in the bath."

The idea was instantly appealing. I felt the stiffness in my back and thighs suddenly. The memory of the fast, hard fucking made my muscles feel heavy. I leaned back slightly, letting the thought of warm water and her attention sink in. My jaw relaxed; the hurried tension of leaving eased. *A bath would certainly prepare me better than rushing out the door,* I conceded internally. I liked the idea. "Okay," I agreed, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Let's go."

We moved into the attached bathroom. The water was warm and soothing. As we stepped into the shower, Kiran picked up a bottle of scented oil. She applied a generous amount to her hands and began to massage my body. She started with my shoulders and neck, working out the knots of tension left by the powerful, often strained, thrusting from the night. Her hands moved over my back and arms, tracing the contours of my muscles. The warm oil, combined with her slow, expert massage, made me feel incredibly relaxed. Every muscle that had tightened during the intense fucking session began to unwind under her touch.

As she finished my back, a new, playful idea struck me. I took the oil bottle from her. I poured a little oil onto her smooth, full body, starting with her chest. I massaged the oil gently over her breasts. "My turn to give the massage," I stated, my hands circling the oil into her skin.

Then, I looked at her with a mischievous intensity. "Now," I requested, my voice firm but playful, "I want a boob massage on my body."

Kiran understood immediately. She laughed, a rich, happy sound, accepting the kink without question. She moved closer, coating her oiled breasts with more oil, making the surface slick and warm.

She gently guided me to lie down on the cool, tiled bathroom floor, supporting my head with a small, folded towel. I lay back, relaxing completely as the warm air and steam filled the small space.

She started the massage uniquely. She brought her breasts together, cupping them to form a single, soft mound, pressing the cool, oiled flesh first against my forehead. She applied gentle pressure, then slowly moved them down to cover my eyes. The cool, heavy weight of her joined breasts against my eyes was unexpected and intensely soothing. I felt the soft flesh pressing against my eyelids. The coolness of the oil and the softness of her body relaxed the strain in my eyes immediately.

Then she began the true body massage, moving her breasts down my face, running them across my cheeks and chin, spreading the oil further. She brought them to my neck, massaging the tight cords of muscle there by gently twisting her body and pressing her breasts firmly against the side of my throat.

She moved lower, bringing her soft, wet, oiled breasts to my chest. She began to rub the breasts against my skin, moving them in slow, deliberate circles over my pectorals. She pressed them against my skin, allowing the warmth of her body to soak into mine, moving them up and down my torso. I felt the unique, sliding sensation as her warm, soft breasts rubbed against my chest and stomach, gliding effortlessly due to the oil. She paid close attention to my ribs, pushing her weight onto the soft flesh and kneading the side of my torso with her breasts. The pleasure was deep and intensely relaxing, a full-body caress.

She finished by running her breasts down my abdomen, pressing them gently across my groin. She then focused on my lund. Using the abundant oil, she lowered her chest and used the soft curve between her breasts to glide repeatedly along the length of my lund. She used the weight of her breasts to provide a gentle, rhythmic pressure, sliding the slick flesh up and down the shaft of my lund. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, yet gentle, a perfect, soothing friction that melted away the residual tension from the night before. The entire sensation of her soft, heavy breasts covering and soothing my body was unique and deeply pleasurable.

After enjoying the boob massage for several minutes, we moved into a different kind of relaxation. We continued the body-on-body massage. We stood up, rubbing our entire bodies together, skin against skin, the warm oil creating a long, slow glide. We pressed our chests together, our stomachs, and our thighs. We moved against each other without the demand of penetration. We simply rubbed and pressed, enjoying the tactile pleasure of our bodies meeting fully, the heavy, intimate contact cleansing the lingering stress.

This prolonged bath was not for fucking; it was purely for healing and intimate connection, a deep, full-body release.

Finally, we emerged from the bathroom, dressed ourselves, and shared a simple breakfast. The extended massage and bath had fully relaxed my body, easing the intensity of the previous night's frantic session. Feeling restored and prepared for the complicated day ahead, I gave Kiran a final, quick embrace. I was ready to face the game of Heena and Soniya.

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[Sage_69]

Kiran was like a part time wife. Nice.

[Kamandalam]

Your storytelling is truly awesome, and I believe this story is gaining a significant readership. Few authors on this site have achieved this level of quality. Please don't lose heart—keep writing!

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 186: The Race to the Secret House (Avi, Soniya, and Heena)

I went home, quickly got fresh, and had a brief breakfast. After a quick word of goodbye to Meena Chachi, I left for the city. I stopped to buy some small food items and cold drinks. Then, I drove straight to house2, the newly rented house. I unlocked the door, walked into the quiet hall, and immediately called Soniya.

"What are you doing, Soniya?" I asked, my voice cool and deliberate.

"I was just waiting for your call, Avi," Soniya replied instantly, her voice almost desperate.

A smirk touched my lips. "That means you really, truly want to have sex with me?" I wondered aloud.

"Yes. What else did you think?" she shot back, a flash of irritation in her tone.

"I honestly thought you were still just teasing me," I admitted.

"You don't joke about things like this," she insisted, her voice dropping lower.

I decided to push her, needing to escalate the tension. "What if I suddenly decide that I want to have sex with Heena first, after all?" I suggested, testing her limit.

A sharp pause stretched over the line. "But you promised me, Avi!" she challenged. "You said you wanted to do it with me first."

"After thinking about it all night," I lied smoothly, "I finally decided that it should really be Heena who goes first."

"If you have sex with Heena first, then you won't get a chance to do it with me!" Soniya practically spat the next words out. "But if you do it with me first, I can easily help you have sex with Heena."

"Funny," I mused aloud. "Heena also told me the exact same thing," I revealed.

A sharp, shocked gasp came across the line. "Heena said that to you? No, you're lying, Avi!" she cried, her breathing fast.

"Then tell me, where is Heena right now?" I pressed, needing to verify her location before delivering the final strike.

"She went out with a friend," Soniya mumbled, her anger warring with confusion.

*(Okay, time to deliver the final strike.)* "Well, she's going to be meeting me this afternoon," I declared, my voice cold. "That's why she..."

"Heena can't do that to me!" Soniya shrieked, her voice shaking with betrayal.

"She can't do that to you, meaning what exactly?" I demanded, holding the line tight.

"Meaning you can't do that to me!" she corrected, her voice now a desperate plea.

"I can do anything I want, Soniya," I stated, the final power shift complete. "Still, I'll do this one thing for you. If you leave right now and come to me, I can have sex with you first, and only then with Heena."

*(Thinking something)* The silence on the line was heavy, calculating. "I'll come, Avi. Where do I have to come?" she finally agreed, her voice tight.

"I'll send you the address via SMS," I said quickly, victory singing in my veins. "You'll have to get here within the next fifteen minutes."

"Okay, I'll come immediately," Soniya snapped, ending the call.

I cut the call and immediately sent Soniya the address of house2 via SMS. My next move had to be swift. I quickly called Heena on her mobile so Soniya couldn't get ahold of her sister to warn her or conspire further.

"Hello?" I answered her almost instantly.

"What's the matter, Avi? You called so early in the morning today?" Heena asked, her voice light and playful.

"The matter was rather urgent," I replied, maintaining a serious tone.

"What could possibly be so urgent?" she asked, a thread of worry in her voice.

"Is your sister completely crazy?" I asked, testing the limits of their 'love.'

"Who exactly are you talking about?" Heena hissed, her voice immediately turning dangerously protective.

"Soniya," I stated.

"Don't you dare call Soniya crazy," Heena threatened, her grip tightening audibly on her phone. "No one will be worse than me if you speak ill of her."

*(Okay, Heena herself just confirmed how much she loves Soniya. The family loyalty Karim spoke of is real,)* I thought, quickly backing down. "Sorry, Heena. I won't say it again."

"Okay," she relented, her breathing uneven. "Tell me what you really wanted to say."

"Soniya has been relentlessly calling me for two days, begging me to have sex with her," I revealed, slightly twisting the truth about the timeline.

Heena sounded genuinely shocked. "Soniya can't do that! You are lying to me, Avi," she challenged.

"Why would I lie about something like that?" I insisted, raising the stakes. "I put my finger in her choot in the theater that day, remember? She was desperate then, too."

"Soniya did that with you?" Heena whispered, utter betrayal in her voice. "She told me something completely different!"

"What did she tell you?" I pressed, sensing a deep fissure opening between the sisters.

"Nothing," Heena quickly retracted, unwilling to reveal her hand.

"Well, too late now," I declared, my voice hard. "Soniya is going to have sex with me in just a little while."

"Don't do that, Avi! Please! Do it with me instead," Heena begged, her facade crumbling. "She's just a child, she doesn't know what she's asking for."

*(I have to get to both sisters, but the immediate goal is maximum leverage.)* "Will you have sex with me, then?" I asked, seizing the advantage.

"Yes! I will, if you promise not to do it with Soniya first," she pleaded, her voice shaking.

"Okay," I agreed instantly, locking in the deal. "I won't have sex with Soniya, but you have to come to me right now."

"I'll come," Heena agreed, her voice tight with panic. "But where exactly do I have to come?"

"I'll send you the address via SMS," I told her, my eyes already on the clock. "You'll have to get here within the next fifteen minutes."

"I'll be there," Heena promised, and the line went dead.

I quickly sent Heena the address. I barely had time to put my phone down when the doorbell rang—one urgent, rapid chime. *It must be Soniya,* I thought, a sudden surge of adrenaline tightening my lund. Heena and Soniya were both racing toward me, their love and their rivalry now fully weaponized.

I moved to the door, ready to open it to the first challenger.

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[Sage_69]

Everyone seems dumb.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 187: The Shared Fantasy (Avi, Soniya, and Heena)

I opened the gate, the adrenaline already surging through my veins. Soniya stood there, dressed in tight jeans and a simple T-shirt. I stepped back, ushering her into the quiet, rented space of house2.

"You are not joking with me, are you, Soniya?" I asked, looking into her eyes, my voice low.

"Why would I joke on this, Avi?" she repeated my words, her gaze steady. "See, I am here as soon as you asked me to come."

"I can see that," I said, a grin spreading across my face. I stepped forward and hugged her tightly right there at the gate. We kissed deeply before I broke away, pulling her by the hand. "Come straight to the bedroom, Soniya," I instructed, pointing toward the closed door.

"So fast, Avi?" she stopped, looking surprised, her voice a fragile whisper. Her eyes were wide, showing a clear mix of virgin fear and high anticipation.

"Heena is supposedly coming in the afternoon," I lied, pushing the urgency. "We need to move quickly," I explained, gripping her arm lightly.

"Okay, let's go," she agreed, her breath catching slightly.

"You must do exactly as I instruct, without question," I demanded, gripping her forearm tighter, fixing my gaze on her.

"Yes... I will," she promised softly, her mouth slightly parted, her expression tight with commitment.

We entered the bedroom.

"Heena is supposedly coming in the afternoon," I lied, pushing the urgency. "We need to move quickly," I explained, gripping her arm lightly.

"Okay, let's go," she agreed, her breath catching slightly.

"You must do exactly as I instruct, without question," I demanded, gripping her forearm tighter, fixing my gaze on her.

"Yes... I will," she promised softly, her mouth slightly parted, her expression tight with commitment.

We entered the bedroom.



I closed the door, my voice dropping to a low, demanding pitch. "I want to see you completely naked. Take off your clothes, Soniya," I commanded, moving toward the center of the room.

"O..k..," she whispered, her gaze fixed on mine, her cheeks flushing with heat.

Soniya quickly stripped off her T-shirt and jeans, standing before me in her bra and panty.

"Finish taking off yours," I insisted, my eyes holding hers, taking a step closer.

Soniya hesitated, pulling her arms tight across her chest, her expression showing nervous anxiety. "I... I was thinking we'd talk for a while first," she murmured, glancing down at the floor.

I smiled, my gaze unwavering as I took another step closer. "Yes, we can talk," I agreed, my voice low. "We can talk while I enjoy your nude beauty." I stood right in front of her trembling body. "We don't have much time, Soniya. Let me enjoy your beauty now."

Soniya swallowed hard, the desire in her eyes finally overcoming the fear. Her breath was shallow, barely a tremor. She reached slowly behind her back, her fingers fumbling momentarily with the clasp of her bra. The small click was loud in the quiet room. Her hands eased the straps from her shoulders, and the soft fabric of the bra fell away from her chest. It dropped to the floor, revealing her small, firm breasts, which rose and fell quickly with her anxious breathing.

"Now your hands," I insisted, watching her face.

Soniya dropped her hands, covering her *choot* with one hand nervously.

I took a slow step back, shaking my head. "No, Soniya. I want to see everything."

With a sudden, defiant breath, she dropped her hand from her *choot*. Then, she placed her fingers on the waistband of her panty, hesitating for one last beat. Her fingers hooked the fabric, and she slid the garment down, inch by slow inch, over the curve of her hips. It caught briefly on her thighs before whispering down her legs and pooling around her feet. She stood before me, completely naked, an absolute bomb of pure temptation. Her expression was now a perfect picture of nervous surrender, her eyes wide, waiting for my next move.

I crushed my mouth onto hers, sucking hard on her lips. Soniya gasped, her body trembling with a unique mix of fear and growing heat. I slipped my hands under her arms, cupping her small, firm breasts. I rubbed her nipples until they stood up hard, and she whimpered into the kiss, pressing her chest into my palms. I broke the kiss and slid my hand down her belly, finding her *choot*. It was already slick and wet with anticipation. I used my finger to gently trace her wet lips, and she arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut, groaning softly. "Ready for me, Soniya," I murmured against her ear. I then moved my hand to her *gaand*, squeezing the perfect curve of her cheek.

"Now it's your turn," Soniya whispered, her voice husky, her eyes opening and meeting mine. She reached for my T-shirt, pulling it off my chest and letting it fall.

She then placed her hands on my jeans. She worked the zipper down slowly, her eyes fixed on the metal teeth. She pushed the jeans down past my hips, and they dropped to the floor with a soft thud. I stood before her in only my underwear.

Soniya gasped, her eyes immediately locked on the large bulge straining the fabric. She dropped to her knees in front of me, her fingers reaching out slowly. She grasped the elastic waistband of my underwear, tugging it slightly. Her head tilted back, meeting my gaze.

I placed my hand on her cheek. "I want you to take the rest of it off with your mouth, Soniya."

She nodded, a dark excitement in her eyes. She bent her head, holding the elastic between her teeth. She pulled the cotton fabric down with her mouth, slowly revealing the length of my hard *lund*. The underwear pooled around my ankles.

Soniya looked up at my face again, her eyes wide with awe as she fully took in the size of my erection. Her mouth hung open slightly.

"Look at it, Soniya," I commanded, my voice low and thick. "Admire it. Your *choot* is going to take all of this soon."

She stared for a long moment, then slowly reached out and enclosed the base of my *lund* with her soft fingers. Then, she bent her head and opened her mouth, enveloping the head of my *lund* with her hot, wet lips. She began sucking slowly, her technique hesitant but eager. I groaned, placing my hand on the back of her head, guiding her in and out. The sensation was intense, rocking my focus completely.

The sudden, sharp sound of the doorbell shattered the moment, startling Soniya into immobility.

She instantly stiffened, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. Her eyes snapped open, showing pure panic. "Who is here? Quick, give me my clothes!" she hissed, scrambling backward on her knees.

I was quick, snatching up her clothes. "It's just my friend," I whispered, pulling on a towel quickly around my waist. "I'll send him away right now. You must stay here and remain silent," I ordered, my eyes intense. I picked up her panty and slipped it into my bag, then stuffed her clothes into the wardrobe.

Doubt clouded her face, now marked by distrust and lingering fear. "You're not doing something wrong to me, are you, Avi?" she asked, biting her lip, pulling the sheet over her.

"Trust me," I urged, my eyes intense. "And do not come out of this room."

"Okay," she breathed, pulling the sheet tight over her chest, watching me anxiously.

I slipped out of the bedroom and strode to the door, adjusting the towel around my waist. I knew exactly who was outside. I opened the gate.

Heena stood there, her hair slightly disheveled from the rush. She looked at my face, then down at the towel wrapped around my waist, a slight shock registered in her eyes, quickly followed by intense desire and focused expectation.

I pulled Heena inside quickly, closing and locking the gate behind her. I didn't say a word. I simply dropped the towel, letting it fall to the floor. I stood before Heena, completely nude, my *lund* erect and waiting.

Heena gasped, her eyes wide with shock at my sudden, complete nakedness. She looked down at my *lund*, her breath catching in her throat.

I grabbed her, crushing her against my naked body. We hugged tightly, our skin meeting, and I felt the heat of her rush against me. I captured her mouth, kissing her with fierce demand. Heena’s kiss was more aggressive; she immediately met my tongue, sucking hard on it, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I broke the kiss, keeping my arms around her waist. "You know exactly what I want now," I stated, my voice a demanding growl.

Heena nodded quickly, her eyes dark with eagerness, falling to her knees without being asked. She immediately opened her mouth and took the head of my *lund* inside, just as Soniya had done moments before. She started sucking, her mouth hot and wet, her technique much better than her sister’s. She worked my *lund* nicely, using her hands to stroke the shaft, focusing entirely on giving me pleasure.

I gently ran my hands across her back and then cupped her breasts over her T-shirt. "Take off your clothes, Heena," I stated, the command hanging heavy in the air. "I want to see you naked now."

Heena stopped sucking for a moment, looking up at me, her eyes clouded with desire. She immediately stood up, her fingers going to her shirt buttons. She stripped off her T-shirt and jeans without hesitation. I immediately kissed her again, gently pushing her toward the sofa in the hall. I peeled off her bra and panties, revealing her hairless, pink *choot*.

I used my hand to squeeze her full, round *gaand*. I ran a finger quickly over her *choot*, and she was just as wet as her sister, groaning immediately, her body vibrating with pure heat. Her expression was one of complete erotic focus, her nervousness replaced by pure heat.

I picked up Heena's panty and, just as I had with Soniya's, slipped it into my bag. I gathered both my remaining clothes and Heena's clothes and walked them over to the small wardrobe in the hall, stuffing them inside.

Heena looked at the wardrobe, slightly puzzled. "Why did you put the clothes away inside that cabinet?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"So they don't get dirty," I repeated the lie from moments before.

"Okay, put them away," she said, her eyes already back on my *lund*.

I walked back to her, and she immediately reached out and cupped my *lund*, pulling me close to her *choot*. "I can't control myself, Avi," she groaned, her voice desperate. "Put your *lund* inside my *choot* now."

I smiled, my plan coming together perfectly. "I have a big surprise for you, Heena," I whispered, leaning close. "But first, come with me." I picked her up in my arms and carried her, completely naked, toward the bedroom door.

The instant we crossed the threshold, a stunned silence fell. Heena was shocked into immobility, her eyes showing a sudden, intense betrayal. Soniya gasped, her eyes wide with shock at seeing her sister standing naked beside me, pulling the sheet tighter over herself.

Heena broke the silence, her eyes darting between Soniya and me. "Soniya! You're here?" she questioned sharply, her voice filled with betrayal.

Soniya echoed the surprise, scrambling to pull the sheet higher, distrust clear in her eyes. "Heena! You're here too?" she stammered.


I walked to the bed and sat down casually, letting them confront each other and me. Heena and Soniya stood naked before me, their expressions a perfect mirror of shock and betrayal that was quickly fading into apprehension.

"Avi, what exactly is this all about?" Heena demanded, throwing her hand out toward me, her voice rising with urgency.

"Yes! Why did you do this to us?" Soniya joined her sister's demand, her voice tight and high.

I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyes sweeping slowly over their naked bodies, meeting their stares. "First, both of you tell me the truth," I insisted, my voice flat. "What complicated game were you two playing with me?"

Heena's shoulders slumped in defeat, her eyes closing briefly. "That means you found out the truth?" she asked softly, already knowing the answer.

"How did you figure it out?" Soniya demanded, a hint of genuine fear in her voice as she hugged herself.

"First, you tell me your entire story, from the beginning," I insisted, waiting for the confession, my expression unchanging. "Then I will explain how I figured out your elaborate game."

Heena stepped forward, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I'll tell you the entire truth, Avi. Soniya and I love each other very, very much... everything Soniya told you on the phone last night was a complete, desperate lie," she confessed, bowing her head slightly.

"Yes, I lied about everything I said to you," Soniya nodded quickly, confirming her sister's words.

"That means what Karim told me was true," I confirmed, the final piece of the puzzle falling into place in my mind.

Heena looked anxious, her eyes wide. "Did you tell Karim about our plan?" she asked, stepping closer to me.

"I didn't," I chuckled, shaking my head. "Am I crazy enough to tell Karim this secret? I simply asked him basic questions about the two of you," I explained, relaxing my posture a little.

"Then it's okay," Soniya breathed out, relief washing over her face, her shoulders dropping.

Heena began the full story, her voice low and confessional. "We played together and studied together since we were children. We shared absolutely everything. When we grew up, boys naturally started proposing to us. But we never accepted anyone. We used to watch blue films together for fun. One night, while watching a film, we decided on a shared goal: we would lose our virginity by having sex with the exact same boy. That became our shared fantasy, our secret," she revealed, looking at her sister for support, who nodded sadly.

Soniya picked up the narrative, stepping closer to her sister. "We couldn't find a boy who would agree to it... and wouldn't tell anyone about us. Then, one day, Salim came to our house. He was our distant relative. He was handsome, and his body was perfect, almost exactly like yours. That's why we initially decided to try to do it with him," she explained, clenching her fists.

"We hatched a plan to have sex with Salim together," Heena continued. "I was successful in attracting Salim and getting close to him. But Salim unexpectedly fell deeply in love with me. And I also fell in love with him."

"I couldn't bring myself to tell Salim about our fantasy," Heena continued, her eyes fixed on the floor. "If Salim had found out, it would have created a huge problem for the family. And if we had done it with Salim, this arrangement would have gone on forever. We didn't want that; we only wanted to have sex with one boy, and only once, to fulfill the fantasy."

Soniya leaned in conspiratorially. "After Salim, we couldn't find anyone suitable who we both agreed on. Then you came along. You are also good-looking, and your body is also good. We immediately started thinking about you."

"The timing was perfect," Heena cut in, her tone urgent. "Salim has been pressuring me to have sex with him for some time now, but I have been avoiding it. We needed to complete our fantasy sooner so I could put an end to that situation."

"When you asked me about my panty, we both felt that you were the boy who could finally help us fulfill our fantasy," Heena finished, her gaze intense.

Soniya explained the final move and the competition. "We had failed with Salim, so we approached you differently. Heena tried to seduce you one way, and I tried to seduce you with the opposite approach, claiming hatred," she clarified. 

"Then what was all that drama about having sex with you first, and then with her, Heena?" I asked, my voice flat, reviewing their deception.

Heena winced, looking guilty. "we had a secret bet between us about who would lose her virginity with you first—that's why we were both competing so hard. If you had chosen to fuck one of us while hiding the truth from the other, we planned to use that as an excuse to blame you and break up easily after we had both had sex with you.If you try harder,  We thought to expose you differently to Karim also."

"What was the need for so much drama?" I asked, standing up from the bed, feeling the weight of the elaborate scheme. "You could have just asked me directly," I pointed out.

"Does any girl in this world ever ask a boy for sex directly?" Heena laughed, a brittle, nervous sound, challenging my statement.

I let the question hang in the air for a beat. "So then, what is the plan now, with both of you standing here?" I asked, my eyes sweeping over their naked, eager bodies.

Heena smiled, a look of immense relief and pure desire replacing the anxiety. "The plan is the same as it was before, Avi," she stated, stepping closer.

"Yes, the goal hasn't changed," Soniya stepped closer to her sister, her voice thick with anticipation. "Before, we planned to have sex with you one by one, to keep up the lie. But now that you know absolutely everything, we can do it together. It will be much more fun doing it together, fulfilling the fantasy this way," she explained, looking eager and hopeful.

I walked toward the wardrobe where their clothes were stashed. "Then call home now and tell your parents you won't be coming back until the evening," I ordered, gesturing towards the cabinet.

Heena held out her hand, a genuine smile now replacing the anxiety. "We'll do that, Avi. But first, please give us our mobiles, which are in our jeans," she requested.

I retrieved their clothes from the wardrobe. They quickly found their phones, made separate calls home, and told the family they would return in the evening. They turned back to me, their naked bodies now aligned, their shared desire a tangible heat in the room, waiting for my next command.

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## Update 188: The Test of Desire (Avi, Heena, and Soniya)

Heena and Soniya stood naked, their eyes still wide with the audacity of the calls they’d just made home.

I sat up on the bed, my voice demanding attention. "With whom should I initiate the sex first?" I asked, looking between them.

Heena instantly jutted her chin toward her sister. "Do it with Soniya," she insisted, trying to show control.

Soniya shook her head vigorously, pulling her arms tight across her chest. "No, with Heena first," she countered, her competitive edge showing.

Heena stepped forward, her eyes flashing. "I said, do it with Soniya first!" she challenged, stepping closer to me, her body language contradicting her words.

I rose, holding up a commanding hand. "Wait, let me find a way to decide this," I commanded. I pointed down at my fully rigid lund. "We'll decide this with a simple test of desire. Whoever can take the most of my lund into her mouth, and show me she wants it more, gets the bragging rights and goes first."

Heena’s eyes immediately locked onto the thick shaft of my lund, her breath catching. Soniya looked nervous but determined.

"Soniya, you start," I commanded.

Soniya dropped instantly to her knees, taking my rigid lund into her hands. She carefully guided the head into her mouth and began to suck. Her technique was careful and eager, but she was conservative, only taking about three inches before looking up at me, challenging her sister.

"Your turn, Heena," I said.

Heena wasted no time. She grabbed my lund with confidence and took the shaft deep into her mouth, sucking fiercely. She went deeper than Soniya, taking nearly five inches. The aggressive, hungry way she looked at me when she pulled back signaled her intent.

"Soniya, one more attempt," I urged, watching the rivalry in their eyes.

Soniya immediately moved again, pushing my lund back into her mouth. She pushed harder this time, trying to surpass her sister, but her throat quickly choked, and she had to pull back, gasping.

"Come on, Soniya! You can beat that!" Heena whispered fiercely from the side, clapping her hands once like a coach.

Soniya shook her head, her eyes watering slightly. "I can't, it's too thick!" she whispered back, defeated.

"Heena, the final test," I announced. "Show me who wins."

Heena gripped my lund with both hands, her eyes locked on my face. "Watch and learn, little sister," she challenged, her voice a low growl. She opened her mouth wide and took a deep breath, then she plunged my lund deep inside her throat. She pushed until her cheeks were straining, the sheer thickness of my erection making it impossible to reach the base.

Soniya, unable to just watch, moved behind Heena and placed both hands on Heena's naked gaand. "Push, Heena! Push harder!" Soniya urged, gripping her sister's hips and trying to gently drive Heena's head forward.

Heena grunted, holding the depth with determination. She released my lund and pulled back, triumphant, her eyes shining with tears and pure victory.

Soniya stared at her sister, her mouth slightly open, letting go of her gaand. "Wow, Heena," she whispered, admiration heavy in her tone. "I didn't think you could take it that deep! He’s huge! You definitely won."

Heena wiped her eyes, her voice shaky but filled with pride. "I told you I was going first," she shot back, a flash of triumph in her eyes. "Now I get the bragging rights."

"The winner is Heena," I declared, my voice thick with arousal.

"Okay," Heena murmured, a sudden, sharp intake of breath signaling her acceptance and victory.

Soniya shrugged, though her eyes were already fixed on her sister. "I told you to do it with Heena first anyway," she conceded, though her competitive desire was clearly visible.

I grabbed Heena, pulling her into a fierce embrace, and crushed my mouth against hers. Her body felt incredibly soft, yielding like cotton against my skin. We broke the kiss briefly, and I examined her. Heena's breasts were pale, her nipples a delicate, inviting pink. Her *choot* appeared tight, smooth, and vividly pink within.

It was pure, electric joy to drink the moisture from Heena's lips. I flicked my hand toward Soniya, signaling her to attend to my *lund*. Soniya instantly dropped to her knees, taking my rigid *lund* into her hands and began to stroke it. I kept kissing Heena, sucking intensely on her lips.

I pushed my tongue deep into Heena's mouth, and she responded, sucking strongly on my tongue. I then reversed the pressure, sucking hard on Heena's tongue, a demanding, mutual exchange.

We broke the kiss, both of us breathless. I lay back on the bed. I asked Soniya to resume sucking my *lund* with increased pressure. Soniya obeyed instantly, moving to my command like a responsive machine.

I instructed Soniya to keep sucking my *lund* while I directed Heena to sit on my face, centering her *choot* over my mouth. Both of them complied without hesitation.

Soniya continued to suck my *lund* comfortably. She would tease it with her tongue, sometimes licking the length from the tip to the base. Her sucking was a source of deep, full pleasure, giving me immense focus.

While Soniya was busy with my *lund*, I turned my attention to Heena's *choot*. Heena was positioned perfectly, allowing me a clear view of her *choot* and her rounded *gaand*. I started kissing Heena's *choot*. The sensation caused Heena to press her *choot* down hard onto my face. I then started licking Heena's *choot* with my tongue.

I was licking her *choot* vigorously, but my tongue could not penetrate the entrance. I stopped the licking, realizing the difficulty.

*I had to open her choot first,* I realized, my focus sharpening. I pushed one finger gently into Heena's *choot*. The passage was unbelievably tight. The instant the tip of my finger slipped inside, Heena briefly lifted her body and then settled back down, driving the finger all the way in. A stifled, sharp scream was forced from Heena's lips.

For a long moment, I held my finger still. Then I began to move my finger slowly in and out. The repeated, careful motion of my finger worked to stretch the tight opening, gradually creating a pathway for my tongue to enter her *choot*.

I continued working the finger, slowly widening the passage.

Heena's quickening moans were a clear signal that she was enjoying the deep, internal pressure of my finger moving in and out of her *choot*.

Enough time had passed with the finger. Now, it was the tongue's turn.

I began licking her *choot* intensely. After a thorough external licking, I inserted my tongue into the path created by my finger and started savoring the taste of her virgin *choot*.

The overwhelming intensity of the combined fingering and deep tongue work proved too much for Heena. Her body suddenly spasmed and tightened, and she released all her internal water in a hot, voluminous flood over my face.

I drank every drop of the water from Heena's virgin *choot*, a visceral, primal act. Then, panting, I gently moved Heena off my face.

We had been totally consumed in our mutual fun, and Soniya had been equally diligent in hers.

Soniya was still sucking my *lund* with focused pleasure.

I asked Soniya to stop sucking my *lund*.

Soniya immediately pulled away, her eyes glistening.

The moment Soniya stopped, I laid Heena flat on the bed. I placed a pillow under her *gaand* to elevate her hips.

I took the cream bottle from the table and applied some cream to my *lund*, then spread a generous amount onto Heena's *choot*.

Soniya watched intently, her body tense. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I looked at Soniya, my expression unwavering. "I'm making Heena a woman. You watch quietly what I do now, and then I'll do the same to you," I explained.

Soniya sat next to Heena, her eyes glued to our bodies. I climbed on top of Heena.

I gave a light, comforting kiss on Heena's lips. Then I began to press Heena's tight breasts. I took one breast into my mouth and started sucking hard, while pressing the other with my hand. Heena started to moan, the deep pleasure overwhelming the mounting tension.

Heena's nipples were pink; I noted Soniya's were brown. I kept sucking her breasts for ten minutes. Heena gasped and writhed, completely enjoying the intense oral attention.

She had been thoroughly prepared with pleasure. Now, it was time to introduce the necessary pain.

I positioned my *lund* onto her *choot*. I began rubbing my *lund* against her entrance, coating the lips. Soniya leaned forward, eyes wide, ready to witness the fuck live.

I gave a tentative thrust, but my cream-slicked *lund* slipped. I repositioned it and gave a strong, committed thrust. The head of my *lund* forced its way inside her *choot*. Heena screamed—a sharp, high-pitched cry of shock.

Soniya was looking from my *lund* embedded in her sister, to Heena's agonized face.

*The sight of only the head penetrating and Heena screaming like that must be making Soniya wonder what the full insertion will feel like,* I thought. I felt a cold knot tighten in my gut.

I winked quickly at Soniya, then clamped my hand over Heena's mouth, stifling her cries. I started sucking hard on Heena's lips, pressing her breasts deeply. In a short while, Heena calmed, her body going less rigid beneath mine.

Now it was the ultimate moment: the breaking of the seal. I gave a hard, determined thrust. My *lund* tore through the final resistance and sank five full inches inside. I muffled Heena's agonizing scream with my mouth, swallowing her cries. Hot, involuntary tears streamed from Heena's eyes, tracking paths onto the pillow.

Soniya watched from the side, absolutely still, her gaze fixed on Heena's struggle.

I instantly began pressing Heena's breasts hard, hoping the concentrated pressure would distract her from the internal pain. After a moment, I felt Heena's tension ease slightly. The agony in her eyes retreated a fraction.

I lifted my mouth from Heena's lips and moved my hands from her breasts. I instructed her sister. "Press Heena's breasts now, Soniya," I commanded.

While vigorously pressing Heena's breasts, Soniya leaned down and started sucking on her sister's lips, a desperate attempt to comfort her.

I was positioned at Heena's hips, and Soniya was at her head.

As the raw pain began to subside, I started moving my *lund* slowly, cautiously in and out.

Only five inches were inside so far, deep enough to fully engage her virgin grip. *If she saw her sister suffer more, would Soniya panic and try to stop me?* I wondered, keeping my pace even.

I continued the slow, deliberate movement of my *lund* in and out. With every stroke, the pain in Heena's expression faded, replaced by an unmistakable flush of pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy it.

I kept fucking Heena like this for five minutes. Her pain was completely gone now. She was nearing her climax. The instant Heena's body stiffened, signaling her release, I drove my entire *lund* inside, burying it up to the base.

Heena screamed again, but it was a ragged sound, much less intense than the first. The onset of her own climax provided a cushion against the sharp sensation.

Soniya was still fully focused on helping lessen Heena's perceived pain, and I began the deep, powerful thrusts. Heena's screams now transitioned into guttural moans.

*If there is no scream during the sex, there is no real fun,* I thought, pushing harder. The adrenaline of the forbidden, of the twin fantasy, was overwhelming.

Heena and Soniya were knowledgeable from their blue films. They understood the connection between the initial searing pain and the subsequent flood of pleasure during the first time.

First, Heena was screaming, then she was moaning, and after a short, frantic period, she was gasping, "Mar me harder, Avi!"

I kept thrusting my *lund* deep inside. Heena arched her back and surrendered to the pleasure. As soon as Heena's pain was definitively over, Soniya moved to sit on the side of the bed, her eyes fixed on the spectacle of us.

Soniya was watching her sister get fucked. *I couldn't fathom the level of intense arousal Soniya must be experiencing while watching Heena's fucking.*

It wasn't just observing a couple; she was watching her own twin sister fulfill their long-held, secret fantasy.

Soniya getting this horny was perfect for my next move. When the desire is at its peak, I just have to strike with the hammer.

*Thinking about the promise of the next virgin choot and the two virgin gaand that awaited me,* I increased the pace of my thrusts deep into Heena's virgin *choot*.

I kept thrusting, and Heena kept climaxing, releasing water multiple times. But the feeling of total control, of having accomplished the first half of the fantasy, was winding down.

This profound moment was reaching its conclusion. Heena had already released water four times. My own internal tsunami was now an unbearable pressure, ready to burst forth.

The bedsheet beneath us was stained red with the blood of Heena's lost virginity.

I increased the speed of my thrusts to a final, desperate blur.

Then it happened: My pipe emptied, filling Heena's tank completely.

My water started overflowing from Heena's tight *choot*, spilling out onto the sheet. After my climax subsided, I collapsed heavily onto Heena's body, completely and utterly spent.

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## Update 189: The Second Virgin (Avi and Soniya)

I lay slumped heavily on Heena, our bodies slick with sweat. Both of us were panting, the air burning in our lungs. Slowly, reluctantly, I eased myself off her. Heena immediately looked down at her choot. It was smeared with her own fluids, my semen, and the stark, crimson reminder of her broken seal. She tentatively touched the swollen area.

"What holds your attention?" I asked, my voice still hoarse.

Heena lifted her gaze, her eyes heavy. "You made my choot swell up," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Soniya's voice cut in from where she sat watching. "Sister, what are you saying? You should say 'vagina' instead of 'choot,'" she corrected.

I reached out and lightly tapped Soniya on the thigh. "After you have sex, you'll start calling your choot a choot too,".

Heena pushed herself up, her movements slow and deliberate. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up," she announced. She walked carefully, one hesitant step at a time, as if the strength had temporarily abandoned her legs.

Once Heena was behind the bathroom door, I left Soniya in the bedroom and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a snack and a bottle of water, returning quickly. I took a long drink, then poured a small amount of water over my lund to clean it. It was still fiercely hard, a lingering effect of that pill. *If I hadn't taken it after fucking Kiran three times last night, I wouldn't have had the stamina to perform for Heena just now.*

After drinking, I looked across at Soniya.

She met my gaze, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. "What are you staring at?" she asked softly.

"I'm looking at your beautiful body," I replied, a playful, tempting smile on my face.

She shook her head dismissively. "Leave it. Heena is more beautiful than me," she argued.

"Believe whatever you want," I challenged, my gaze unwavering. "Come here, let's start before Heena gets back."

Soniya widened her eyes, surprised. "You just finished," she stammered, pulling the sheet closer. "How are you ready again so soon?"

"Your sexy body got me ready," I told her, my desire for her twin body surging. "Come on, let's begin." Without waiting for her consent, I leaned in and kissed her, covering her mouth completely.

The sisters were so incredibly similar. The only visible difference was that Heena's gaand was slightly bigger and sexier than Soniya's. *If someone saw Heena's gaand even once, they'd be ready to die for a chance to fuck her.* But right now, I was thoroughly enjoying kissing Soniya. Her body was hot from head to toe. I began sucking hard on her lips; her upper lip was noticeably juicier, and the lower one fuller.

I was fully engrossed in the kiss. While maintaining the contact, I maneuvered Soniya until she was lying flat on the bed. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She instantly began sucking on my tongue, and then she reversed the action, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I refused to be outdone, so I started sucking on her tongue with equal fervor.

We tangled our tongues in a deep, wet dance. All the while, my rigid lund was tapping relentlessly against Soniya's choot.

I could feel the rising heat of Soniya's choot against the head of my lund. After nearly ten minutes of frantic kissing, we finally broke apart, both gasping for air. My lund rested heavily against her. A few moments later, our breathing normalized. Soniya attempted to lean in for another kiss, but I stopped her with a gentle hand. *If I use up all my energy kissing her, I won't have the strength to fuck her properly.*

I held Soniya back, then turned my attention to her breasts. I started pinching and squeezing her nipples with my fingers, and occasionally pressing the entire breast firmly. Soniya sighed, clearly happy with the attention, and began to arch her back in enjoyment.

Just then, Heena emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She smiled at the sight of us. "You two have already started," she observed playfully.

Soniya pulled a mock face at her sister. "You had your turn, now it's mine," she retorted.

"You should join us too," I suggested, looking up at Heena.

"No, I need to rest for a while," Heena replied, shaking her head. "You two go on."

"Rest later," Soniya insisted, grabbing her sister's wrist. "Come join us now," she begged.

Heena pulled her hand back firmly. "No. I need to rest. After I rest, I want to have sex one more time," she insisted.

Soniya's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You want to do it again?" she asked.

"Yes," Heena confirmed, her voice resolute.

Soniya shrugged, a competitive gleam in her eyes. "Go ahead, what do I care?" she challenged.

"Here, take this pill," I offered, reaching for a small white pill on the table and handing it to her. "It will help with the remaining pain," I explained.

"Thanks," Heena replied, gratefully accepting the medication.

"Where will you rest?" Soniya asked.

"You can rest on the sofa in the hall," I offered.

"Give me my clothes, then," Heena requested.

"Not now," I replied, my gaze lingering on her naked form. "I'll give them to you when we're ready to go home," I stated.

"Alright," Heena conceded. "You two have fun," she said, before leaving the room.

*That's excellent news. Heena wants to have sex again,* I thought, a surge of power running through me. After Heena left the room, I immediately started sucking on Soniya's breasts. Her breasts were just as firm and perfect as Heena's. *Of course they are, they're identical twins.*

I took one breast into my mouth and sucked on it vigorously while squeezing the other with my hand. Then I switched, doing the exact same with the other breast. I had gotten into the routine of playing with breasts this way; I had done the same with every woman I'd fucked. As I sucked her, Soniya began running her hand through my hair. I was ensuring that I did the exact same things with Soniya as I had done with Heena. *I wanted to do this so neither of them could ever claim I gave better sex to one sister over the other.*

After thoroughly sucking her breasts, I placed the pillow under Soniya's gaand, just as I had with Heena, tilting her hips up. With the pillow underneath, her choot was perfectly presented. I spread her legs apart. Soniya's choot was identical to Heena's. *Heena's choot looked exactly like this before we fucked. Now, I will make Soniya's choot look like Heena's by thrusting my lund into it.*

I started kissing Soniya's choot. With each soft kiss, her vaginal opening would flutter and contract, a thrilling sight. After kissing, I began to lick her with my tongue. Unlike Heena, I didn't feel the need to use my finger to initiate the stretching. However, Soniya's choot was just as tightly sealed as Heena's had been.

I tried to push my tongue inside her, but it was blocked. I used my hands to gently part her vaginal lips, creating a direct path for my tongue. My tongue slipped inside easily. Soniya instantly moaned with overwhelming pleasure as my tongue penetrated her deeply.

Soniya's moans and sharp gasps were a clear, escalating measure of her pleasure. Just like her sister, Heena, Soniya couldn't handle the intensity of my tongue on her choot for long. A torrent of fluid erupted from her virgin passage, soaking my face. I drank deeply, swallowing all of it, and then meticulously licked her clean.

Soniya instinctively began shifting her hips, preparing herself for the eventual insertion of my lund, while I gathered myself. She worked to return her breathing to normal. I pushed myself up and reached for the cream bottle. I applied the cream generously to my lund, then placed some on my finger and spread it carefully over her choot.

Soniya watched the application, understanding instantly what the cream foreshadowed, and shifted her hips, readying her body for the next, painful part. I placed the head of my lund against her choot and rubbed the surface. *When I was with Heena, my lund slipped, and I was determined not to let the same frustrating thing happen with Soniya.* I thrust hard and straight. The tip went in on the first try without any hesitation. Soniya screamed, exactly as Heena had. Her scream immediately morphed into a desperate plea:

"Heeenaaa... ammi... reduce my painnnn!" she cried, her voice tearing.

Soniya had watched me with Heena and knew that after the initial scream, I had immediately used my mouth to offer comfort. Soniya was demanding the exact same ritual. I understood her silent request immediately.

I covered her mouth with mine, starting a deep kiss, and simultaneously began squeezing her breasts hard. I didn't need to innovate with Soniya because she was following the script her sister had established. She wanted the precise, patterned sex her sister had just received.

I adhered to the ritual. Within moments, Soniya started to calm down. She was mentally focused and quickly brought her breathing under control. Soniya then urged me to thrust again. *It was time for the final, committed thrust that would bury my lund completely.* I thrust with immense force. My lund broke her hymen with a distinct tearing sensation and plunged six inches deep. Soniya knew the pain was coming. She bit her lip until it blanched white to try and stifle the sound. But the sudden violation of the hymen cannot be entirely controlled.

Soniya released a high-pitched, choked scream. I immediately covered her mouth with mine to muffle the sound's spread. Tears sprang instantly to Soniya's eyes, just as they had with her twin. Soniya was mentally prepared from witnessing her sister's experience, which made the subsequent calming process easier.

While kissing Soniya, I expertly stroked her nipples and squeezed her breasts. After a short interval, the sensation began to feel good to her. Just as I had with Heena, I wanted to transition Soniya from pain to pleasure as swiftly as possible. I began to move my lund in and out slowly, maintaining the six-inch depth.

As my lund worked the stretched passage, Soniya started to moan with pure pleasure. She was feeling the delight, moaning rhythmically, and her initial pain was rapidly vanishing. I continued this slow, deep exploration for five or six minutes. Now, exactly like Heena, Soniya's pain was completely gone. She was already on the verge of her first powerful climax.

Just as I had done with Heena, I timed my final move to coincide with her body's impending release. My entire lund went inside her choot at the precise moment of her climax. Soniya's scream of simultaneous pain and profound release echoed through the bedroom. *I momentarily thought that Heena would surely wake and come running after hearing Soniya's shriek, but the room remained quiet.* Heena was fast asleep.

After a moment's pause, I started the full thrusting. Soniya's screams bounced off the walls with each impact. My lund drove in and pulled out. At first, the sound was colored by residual pain, but quickly turned into pure, demanding moans of pleasure. I maintained the same deep, rhythmic position I had used to fuck Heena.

I thrust gently and then hard, completely taking Soniya's virginity. *Until the hymen breaks and semen is ejaculated inside, a girl remains a virgin.* Fucking Soniya, every deep thrust was uniquely stimulating.

Soniya was Heena's twin. Just as Heena had climaxed four times, Soniya also climaxed four separate times. I was entering the final stage. My volcano was about to erupt at any moment. I increased the speed of my thrusts to a furious pace. Then, my hot lava poured into Soniya's hot choot.

After I came, I collapsed onto Soniya. My body felt heavy and drained. Then I slowly withdrew my lund from her choot. There was fresh blood on my lund. I went straight to the bathroom. After I emerged, Soniya slowly pushed herself up and walked to the bathroom. Just like Heena, Soniya walked carefully, favoring her legs. After Soniya went to the bathroom, I examined the bedsheet. It was clearly marked with the bloodstains of both Heena and Soniya. I stripped the soiled sheet and changed the bedding. By the time I finished, Soniya returned. I handed her a painkiller.

Soniya lay down heavily on the bed. I walked to the hall where Heena was resting. I gently lifted Heena's sleeping body and carried her into the bedroom. I placed Heena carefully on the bed next to her sister. Then, the three of us—I, Heena, and Soniya—settled down to sleep on the newly made bed.

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## Update 190: The Shared Scream (Avi, Heena, and Soniya)

I woke up after two hours, the room dim and quiet. Heena and Soniya were still deeply asleep. Soniya lay sprawled on her back, one leg thrown casually over my hip, trapping me. Heena lay on her stomach, her gaand raised slightly. Seeing the perfect curve of Heena's gaand sparked an immediate, insistent urge in me to have anal sex with her. The clock on the table read 3 p.m. That meant I still had ample time for one more prolonged round.

I gently eased my finger onto Soniya's choot and was about to slide another finger toward Heena's gaand when I stopped myself. If I mess with Heena's gaand now, it could shatter the illusion. Heena and Soniya only sought to lose their virginity, not venture into anal sex yet. But the desire to fuck Heena's gaand was a powerful, throbbing demand. I had to formulate a subtler plan. I changed direction and slipped my second finger into Heena's choot instead.

They say you should have your fingers in both pots of ghee; well, I was now immersed, my two fingers deep inside two separate choot. My finger slid easily into Soniya's choot. Heena was on her stomach, requiring me to reach around and insert my finger into her choot from behind, a careful, challenging angle.

The sudden intrusion of my deep fingering woke both of them simultaneously. Their eyes fluttered open, and seeing my position—a finger in each twin—they erupted into shared laughter. Soniya sat up, still chuckling, and headed for the bathroom. Heena also started to sit up. I quickly grabbed her hand and tugged, pulling her hard down on top of me.

Heena tumbled onto my chest, her soft breasts crushing against me. I captured her lips and began sucking, and she immediately started returning the pleasure. I suddenly remembered that Heena had never given me oral sex. I pulled back slightly and asked her to put my lund in her mouth. She hesitated, shaking her head at first, but I leaned in, my voice low and persuasive.

"Soniya did it, you should do it too," I insisted, rubbing my thumb across her cheek. Heena finally nodded, giving in to the soft pressure. I suggested the 69 position. "You suck my lund, and I'll lick your choot," I suggested. Heena nodded again.

We maneuvered into the 69 position and began to pleasure each other. Heena wasn't sucking my lund with the passionate expertise Soniya possessed; she was merely moving it in and out, tentatively. I wasn't getting the intense pleasure I'd felt with her twin, but it was enough to sustain me.

Meanwhile, I began licking Heena's choot deeply. It was still swollen and sensitive from the previous fuck. My licking was a mix of comfort and sharp pleasure for her. We pleasured each other like this for barely two minutes. I was clearly giving Heena far more pleasure than I was receiving, so I ended the oral sex session abruptly.

Soniya emerged from the bathroom, toweling her hair. She started laughing when she saw us still entangled. We immediately separated as Soniya arrived. I laid Heena back on the bed.

I sat up, resting my elbows on my knees, my lund rising to full attention as I watched them. "Now that you're both here, I want to see something special," I commanded, my voice demanding. "I want a show. I want you two to pleasure each other, and you must do it well. Make my lund explode just by watching."

Heena and Soniya exchanged a nervous, excited glance. They were naked, hyped up, and fueled by hours of shared erotic tension. They nodded simultaneously.


Heena moved first. She reached out and gently pulled Soniya down onto the bed, kissing her sister's mouth softly. Soniya reciprocated immediately, the kiss deepening quickly as their tongues met and battled. Heena ran her hands over Soniya's back, then cupped Soniya's small, firm breasts, squeezing them lightly.

Soniya broke the kiss and slid down, positioning herself over Heena's chest. She took one of Heena’s delicate pink nipples into her mouth, sucking hard and drawing a moan from her older sister. Heena arched her back, giving Soniya better access, while her own hands traveled down to Soniya's choot.

Heena’s fingers found Soniya's wet, welcoming lips and began stroking, drawing a sharp gasp from Soniya. Soniya, in turn, moved her lips down Heena's torso, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her belly.

Soniya then positioned herself between Heena’s legs. She spread her sister wide and leaned in, her tongue darting out. She started licking Heena's swollen, sensitive choot with expertise. Heena’s body convulsed, her hands gripping the sheets, her moans rising in pitch as Soniya’s tongue worked magic on her.

Soniya pulled back from Heena's choot and climbed up, mounting Heena and sitting directly onto her face, grinding her wetness against Heena's mouth. Heena immediately seized the opportunity, her tongue plunging into Soniya's choot with fierce intent. Soniya leaned back, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving with frantic, desperate pleasure as she rode her sister’s face.

I watched, fully erect, as the sisters devoted themselves to mutual pleasure, their sounds and movements escalating the heat in the room.

After fifteen minutes of raw, intense exploration, Soniya pulled off Heena, both of them breathless and slick with sweat and moisture. They turned to me, their eyes dark with shared arousal. The show was over, and it was my turn.

I laid Heena back on the bed and started rubbing my lund against her choot. I instructed Soniya to sit on Heena's face, mimicking the position Heena had taken on mine earlier. Heena and Soniya exchanged a startled look, their eyes darting between me and each other. "Both Heena and you will get pleasure this way," I explained, coaxing them softly. After a final, brief hesitation, they both agreed.

Soniya lowered herself, placing her choot directly onto Heena's face. Heena immediately started licking Soniya's choot. Watching Heena lick Soniya's choot pushed my arousal past the point of restraint. I gave a single, hard thrust. Half of my lund shot into Heena's choot. As soon as my lund penetrated, Heena slammed her face completely against Soniya's choot. Heena's scream was instantly muffled, trapped inside Soniya's choot. At that exact moment, Soniya gasped and moaned from the deep, unexpected licking Heena was administering. It was as if Heena's scream had traveled through Soniya's choot and escaped as a pleasure-filled moan from Soniya's mouth.

I began squeezing Heena's breasts hard. Her choot was slightly less tight this time, allowing my lund to enter more easily. I thrust a second time, and Heena's choot fully swallowed my entire lund. Once again, Heena's stifled scream seemed to be voiced through Soniya's mouth.

I paused the thrusting to allow Heena to adjust, but I continued to squeeze her breasts. When Heena settled, I started the fuck. My aggressive thrusts drove Heena mad with desire, and in turn, she started licking Soniya's choot with even greater passion. Soniya couldn't hold on; she erupted, climaxing right into Heena's mouth. Heena had to swallow Soniya's fluids because her face was pressed against Soniya's choot, and my relentless thrusts made moving her head impossible.

Soniya slid off Heena. Now, it was just the two of us. The final match between us was in full swing. "According to Heena's earlier declaration, this was to be the last time we would have sex." But according to my own agenda, I wouldn't stop until I had anal sex with her. I was scoring boundaries with deep, powerful thrusts. With every successful fuck, Heena would scream and moan, boosting my morale. Meanwhile, Soniya sat watching us, acting as our keen umpire. The match (the sex) was only halfway over when it began to rain heavily on the pitch (she climaxed). I instructed the umpire (Soniya) to change the pitch, but she refused, shaking her head with a mischievous smile.

So I had to continue playing on the same, slick pitch. I kept hitting shots and enjoying the challenging match. I was closing in on a half-century (50 minutes), but I kept slipping on the increasingly wet surface. My final shots were slow because of the difficulty in maintaining friction. But in the end, I was out. I scored 40 runs (the sex session lasted for 40 minutes). It had rained on the pitch three separate times during this match. But playing in the intense wetness was a different kind of fun.

I came on the pitch and immediately left the ground. This means I came deep inside Heena’s choot and went straight to the bathroom. I had won the match. As Man of the Match, my prize was Soniya. I could now practice with her. I left the pitch (Heena's choot) to dry.

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## Update 191: One Last Time (Avi, Heena, and Soniya)

Heena lay still on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. I moved toward Soniya, stopping directly in front of her, my *lund* still half hard and erect from the last round. Soniya understood the silent command immediately. She knelt, took my *lund* into her mouth, and began to suck it. My *lund* was engulfed in her hot, wet mouth. As Soniya worked, my *lund* hardened further, plunging four inches deeper into her throat. In five focused minutes, she brought my *lund* to its peak rigidity. She gave me absolute, total pleasure.

I pulled my *lund* out slowly. I reached down and started kissing Soniya's mouth. Heena was still on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious. Still kissing Soniya, I lifted her easily and carried her into the hall. I gently laid her on the sofa. I stopped kissing her mouth and started to lick her *choot*.

First, Soniya had satisfied me with her mouth. Now, I was returning the pleasure. Soniya loved the licking; she started pressing my head hard into her *choot*. My relentless tongue work quickly made her intensely wet. I saw the perfect opportunity and, in two powerful thrusts, drove my *lund* deep into Soniya's *choot*.

Soniya shrieked, her voice sharp. Heena instantly appeared in the hall doorway, startled by the noise. Heena's eyes were wide, confused by the sudden cry. She saw us fucking on the sofa, paused for a beat, and then silently retreated back toward the bedroom. I began to thrust with force. Soniya was screaming, the sound mixed with pure enjoyment. With every thrust, she shot straight into ecstasy. When I pulled my *lund* out, she would gasp, returning to her body. When my *lund* went in again, she would be sent back to that intense heaven. This exhilarating rhythm continued for a long time.

This time, I experimented by fucking Soniya in the doggy style, a position she clearly loved. I moved her near the edge of the bed in the doggy position. Our sex session stretched on for forty minutes. I lost myself completely in her tight grip.

While I was forcefully pounding Soniya from behind, I looked over her shoulder toward Heena.

Heena was sitting up on the bed, watching us with dark, hungry eyes. I beckoned her with a flick of my head. "Heena! Come closer!" I commanded breathlessly, thrusting into Soniya.

Heena understood. She crawled across the bed toward us. I instructed her, "Offer your *choot* to Soniya. You two finish this off together!"

Heena immediately positioned herself right at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and presenting her wet *choot* directly in front of Soniya's face. Soniya, gripping the mattress to take my deep thrusts, was now perfectly positioned. She didn't hesitate. While still receiving my powerful *lund* from the rear, Soniya lowered her head and began licking Heena's *choot*.

The mix of the aggressive internal pounding and the intense external licking sent Soniya into a frenzy. She was moaning wildly, her body bucking against my hips. Heena, meanwhile, was reeling from the sharp, sweet pleasure of Soniya's tongue.

Soniya was relentless, giving Heena a deep cleaning. She loved the taste—the heavenly fluids of her own *choot*, mixed with the remnants of my semen and Heena's juices, proved irresistible. Soniya licked intensely, savoring the mixed taste. She didn't stop until Heena shuddered, screaming Soniya’s name as she reached a massive climax.

The session was finally over. Soniya had soaked my *lund* with her heavenly fluids four separate times. I pulled my *lund* out, sticky and spent. After we both stopped the heavy, loud breathing, Heena helped Soniya sit up. Heena took Soniya's hand and led her to the bathroom.

I grabbed the food I'd brought, and started eating. Twenty minutes later, Heena and Soniya returned, freshly bathed and smelling clean. "Eat something," I offered, gesturing toward the food.

"We're full," Heena stated, folding her arms.

"Yeah," Soniya added quickly. "Now give us our clothes."

I picked up the keys. "Here is the key, Soniya," I said, tossing her a key. "Your clothes are in this closet. Heena, yours are in the closet in the hall," I directed.

Soniya returned quickly with both sets of clothing. Heena took her bundle from Soniya. They unfolded their clothes.

"There are no panties in this bag," Heena observed, turning the clothes over.

"Mine doesn't have panties either," Soniya realized, checking her own bundle.

I reached into my bag and pulled out two small, sticky bundles—their original panties, which I had peeled off them and kept earlier. I stood before them, holding the panties in my hand as they were about to dress.

The thought struck me, sharp and clear: I’ve fucked so many girls; why haven't I collected any souvenirs? A girl's panty would be the perfect memento of this wild day. I smiled, seizing the moment.

"Wait," I interrupted. "You both have amazing, tight choots. And I've had the pleasure of being the first man for both of you." I paused, letting the implication hang. "I need something to remember this perfect day. I want to keep your panties."

Heena and Soniya looked at each other, a shared, mischievous look passing between them. They burst into laughter.

"You want our dirty panties, Avi?" Soniya chuckled, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes. A souvenir," I insisted.

With a synchronized movement, both sisters grabbed the panties from my hand and, instead of putting them on, threw the  panties onto my face together. They laughed harder as the fabric fell away.

Heena shrugged, a defiant look replacing her amusement. "Why not? We can go back without them!"

"There are your souvenirs!" Soniya declared.

"Enjoy them, Avi!" Heena added, a triumphant smirk on her lips. They quickly got dressed.

"Here, take these pills," I said, handing them the remaining emergency contraceptives. "They'll prevent you from getting pregnant," I explained.

"Thanks," Soniya replied, taking the pills. Both swallowed them quickly.

Heena turned to me, her expression suddenly serious. "Avi, will you do one thing for us?" she asked, her voice low.

"What is it?" I asked, my gut clenching.

"After today, you won't have sex with us," Heena stated firmly. "Let's pretend like nothing ever happened."

"Yeah, Avi," Soniya chimed in, echoing her sister. "We can't have sex with you anymore. We will never forget the pleasure you gave us, but this is as far as we wanted to go."

I narrowed my eyes, testing their resolve. "What if I refuse this request?" I challenged, crossing my arms.

"We know you're not like that," Heena said, a hint of vulnerability in her gaze.

"We just wanted to lose our virginity with one man, and we did that," Soniya explained, stepping closer. "Now..."

"So, you're going to end everything, just because you got what you wanted?" I asked, a genuine hint of frustration edging my tone.

"It's not like that," Heena insisted, her hands moving nervously. "I'm going to get married to Salim soon. What do you want, for Salim to find out? If we wanted to do this with just anyone, we would have already done it. We chose you because we knew you'd support us fully and be discreet."

I paused, absorbing their words, a wave of disappointment washing over me. "Okay," I said, conceding the point. "You wanted to have sex with me today. Just have sex with me one last time for me tomorrow," I requested.

Heena and Soniya looked at each other, their faces communicating silently. Heena finally spoke, shaking her head. "No, not tomorrow, Avi," she said softly.

Soniya leaned in conspiratorially. "But I have a better idea for our final session," she suggested, her eyes sparkling. "Next month, our family is planning to go out of town for a relative wedding. We can both claim we're sick and cancel at the last minute. Everyone will go without us."

Heena picked up the thread, a seductive smile touching her lips. "That means we can have one final, long, amazing session in our own house, in our favorite room," she finished.

I smiled broadly, the idea instantly appealing to me—their house, their terms. "That sounds much better than tomorrow," I admitted. "I like that plan very much."

"Okay, then it's a date," Soniya confirmed.

"Bye," Soniya murmured. Heena and Soniya quickly left the house. I watched the door close, then gathered my things and went home too.

This turn of events was good and bad, I mused on the way home. It was good because they wanted to stop on their own terms, and I now have a guaranteed session at their home. If I had continued to fuck them here, Karim would have eventually found out. It was bad because I have to wait for a month, and I still haven’t managed to have anal sex with that hot gaand of Heena's. But wait, I have a guaranteed final session at their house. I can easily manipulate the situation then. And anyway, whenever I want to have sex with them in the future, I can use my mind to manipulate the situation and make it happen.

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## Update 192: The Souvenirs and The Sacrifice (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

The moment I stepped into the house, I sought out Meena Chachi, still buzzing with the triumphs of the last twenty-four hours.

I leaned against the doorframe, my voice conspiratorial. "Chachi, do you know what miracles I performed today?"

"What did you do? Tell your Chachi everything," Meena Chachi asked, pausing her work, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"First, I'll update you on yesterday," I insisted, crossing the room. "Then I'll tell you about today's main event."

"Oh, right," Meena Chachi murmured, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You were at your Sir's house yesterday, with Kiran all night, weren't you?"

"I had an unbelievable amount of sex with Kiran yesterday," I revealed, and I launched into a detailed account of the fuck session, complete with the inventive use of the alarm clock.

"You're always coming up with new, wicked ways to have sex," Meena Chachi observed, shaking her head, genuinely impressed.

"The ideas just flow out when the mood strikes," I said with a careless shrug.

"These kinds of ideas are exactly what make your mind sharper," Meena Chachi confirmed. "Leave that now. Tell me what you did today. I'm dying to know." She waved a hand impatiently.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, proud boast. "Today, my lund drank the fresh fluids of two virgins."

"Heena and Soniya?" Meena Chachi breathed, her eyes narrowing, already piecing it together. "Did you take them both together, or did you separate them?"

"Together," I confirmed, and I recounted the entire, breathless story of the test of desire, the oral sex session, the fuck of both twins, and the final session where they pleasured each other, culminating in the panty incident.

"So that was the plan all along," Meena Chachi sighed, a mixture of awe and knowing satisfaction in her tone.

"Yeah," I replied, still riding the high of the memory.

"I told you, didn't I? I knew Heena and Soniya were desperate to have sex with you," Meena Chachi said, gently taking my wrist.

"Everything you predict turns out to be true," I said, gazing at her with genuine amazement.

"It has to be," Meena Chachi confirmed, her smile widening with pride.

"I wish I had a mind that could see things like yours," I said, genuinely envious.

"Your mind is pretty sharp too, my boy," Meena Chachi countered, squeezing my hand. "And it will only get sharper by spending more time with me."

"If that's the promise, we'll party every night," I said, a grin stretching across my face.

I pulled the two wet panties out of my pocket and held them up. "Look at my prize! Heena's and Soniya's. They threw them at me before leaving," I announced, a triumphant grin on my face.

Meena Chachi looked at the soggy, crumpled cloth in my hand and wrinkled her nose, letting out a short, mocking laugh. "Why are you carrying those around like gold, you idiot? It stinks. Why do you even want their used panties? It’s unhygienic."

In response, I brought the fabric right up to my face, closing my eyes and taking a deep, deliberate breath. "I like their smell," I countered, my voice thick with satisfaction. "It’s the scent of my victory today. It doesn't stink to me at all."

A flash of something—a mix of irritation and sharp jealousy—crossed Meena Chachi’s face. She straightened her posture, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the "souvenirs" I was inhaling.

"Oh, so it’s like that?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave. "Why is it that you only like the smell of virgin girls? Do the rest of us not count anymore? You’re so obsessed with these two little girls that you’ve forgotten the scent of a real woman."

I lowered the panties, looking at her with a mischievous spark. "Is that jealousy I hear, Chachi? You’re the one who put the ban on everything. If you're not going to let me touch you, at least let me have your panties."

Meena Chachi looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine before she sighed, a small, defeated smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Fine, you stubborn boy. If you’re so obsessed with collecting 'medals,' I’ll give you one of my old panties tomorrow. I'll pick one out for you."

"No," I said firmly, taking a step into her personal space. "I don't want an old one from the cupboard. I want it right now, and I want the one you are wearing."

Meena’s eyebrows shot up. She glanced toward the door, then back at me, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. "Later, Avi. I’ll give it to you later at night when everyone is asleep. I can't exactly strip down now."

She paused, her expression turning serious again as she looked at the pile of fabric in my hand. "But think for a second. How will you hide them? If you keep a stash of used panties in your drawer, Suman Didi will eventually find them while cleaning. She'll realize exactly what we've been up to, and then it’s over for everyone."

"I... I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admitted, the excitement of the "souvenirs" momentarily dimmed by the reality of Suman Didi's sharp eyes.

"That's why you have me," Meena Chachi said, her voice regaining its authoritative edge. "I will handle it."

Just as I reached out to touch her waist, Meena Chachi was about to protest and push my hand away when we both heard a sound. Seema Chachi entered the room.

"What are you two giggling about?" Seema Chachi asked, joining the conversation.

We both froze. "Nothing, Didi," Meena Chachi said quickly, sliding the wet panties behind her back."He's being silly, Didi," Meena explained, needing a cover story. 

"He wants something from us, but we banned all physical fun between us. He's getting depressed, and He miss us all physically.he is asking our panties to smell, to keep the memory alive?"

"Why would you want that?" Seema Chachi asked, frowning, clearly confused. "But if you are asking for it, what is stopping you? I will give it to you, but you have to do a favor for me."

"What favor, Chachi?" I asked, intrigued.

"Your Chachi banned all of us from doing anything," Seema Chachi stated, shooting a glare at Meena Chachi. "I have had an itch down there for months after your initial fuck sessions. I’m getting mental pressure from lack of sex, that too the kind I got from you—I never imagined it in my life. Can you satisfy it? I don't want your lund inside, just want your magic tongue to satisfy me. That's it."

"Didi! We already decided that no more sex within us," Meena Chachi stepped forward immediately. "Imagine if your Chacha or Suman Didi finds out! We agreed that the health of our babies is our top priority! Your pregnancy, your health—we don't want any problems! I explained this already!"

"I know, Meena, but how long can I control it?" Seema Chachi pleaded, a desperate look in her eyes. "I am getting mental pressure. Please, Meena, just this one time. They are already sleeping. You also come inside teh room , nobody will doubt us. Nothing goes into mine except his tongue . That's all I need."

"Okay," Meena Chachi finally relented, trying to understand the situation. "Just because they are sleeping, I am allowing it now. You both go to Avi's room. I will check on them and come to the room." She pointed a warning finger at me. "Avi, don't do anything stupid. You know her body condition. Handle her with care."

Meena Chachi waited for us to leave, then went to switch off all the lights in the other rooms. By the time she came to my room, Seema Chachi and I had already started. We were both completely nude. Seema Chachi was leaning against the bedside wall, her legs wide spread, presenting her choot for my tongue to play.

"Why did you remove all your clothes?" Meena Chachi asked Seema, clearly exasperated.

"He wanted to see my stomach and touch and play with the kid inside, that's why," Seema Chachi replied, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Meena Chachi sighed and observed the play. She kept her eye outside as well, checking for any movement to alert us.

My tongue immediately latched onto Seema Chachi's choot. I began licking, concentrating on the swollen, sensitive lips. Seema Chachi gasped, her hands flying to the back of my head, pressing me fiercely to her mound. She whimpered and groaned, her entire body shaking as the pleasure built, a release she had clearly been craving for months. The intense, deep work of my tongue brought a rush of fluids, bathing my face and pushing her closer to the edge. "Oh, Avi! awesome! Deeper , move your tongue deeper !" she commanded, her voice ragged. 

Meena Chachi watched the scene, her own eyes glazed over, a faint moan escaping her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, momentarily lost in the shared moment of her Didi's raw ecstasy. Her hand instinctively moved to her own choot, rubbing her mound over the fabric of her saree as she stood guard. Seema Chachi's hips bucked, slamming her wet choot onto my face again and again. She cried out, her body tensing, finding the release she desperately needed. Her internal muscles spasmed, flooding my mouth with hot fluids.

Once Seema Chachi was done, completely spent and panting, she gently pushed me back. The room was heavy with the scent of her release, and she lay there for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to find her voice.

"I can't tell you how much I missed this joy," Seema Chachi whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "It’s been months of just sitting with this pressure, feeling my body get heavier and my mind get tighter. I never imagined I could feel this kind of pleasure again while pregnant."

She reached down, her fingers trembling as she cupped my face and pulled me upward. She kissed me deeply, sucking on my lips with a desperate hunger, tasting the traces of her own climax on my tongue. After a long, lingering moment, she guided my head down to her chest. She pulled her blouse aside, freeing her heavy, sensitive breast and pressing my mouth against the hardened nipple.

"Go on, my boy..." she murmured. As I began to suckle and swirl my tongue around the dark circle, the warmth of her skin radiating against my face, Seema Chachi let out a long, shuddering sigh. She ran her fingers through my hair, stroking my head gently as if I were a baby, her eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. "Finally... I feel my body is completely relaxed. The tension is just... gone. Thanks, Avi."

She looked over at Meena Chachi, who was still standing by the bed. Meena’s face was a mask of discipline, but her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were fixed on the way my mouth worked against Seema’s breast, and she was clearly affected by the raw eroticism of the scene. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her knuckles white.

"Look at you, Meena," Seema Chachi said softly, her voice filled with sisterly insight. "You’ve been carrying the weight of the whole house, making all the rules, keeping us all in line. But look at your condition now. You're just as tensed as I was."

Seema Chachi reached out and took Meena Chachi's hand, pulling her slightly closer to the edge of the bed. "Don't just be the guard tonight. Feel relaxed too. It’s good for you, and it’s good for the baby. Come, join him. Let that magic tongue give you the same peace it just gave me."

Meena Chachi looked at Seema Chachi, then down at me. For a second, her strict composure wavered as she stared at the scene on the bed, her breath hitching in her throat.

"No! Absolutely not!" Meena Chachi rejected the idea outright, straightening her saree and trying to regain her authority. "We have rules for a reason, Seema Didi."

"Give me your panty then," I asked, my voice low and demanding, stepping toward her. "If you won't let me touch you, I’m taking the trophy now."

"Just a minute," Meena Chachi replied, her voice slightly breathless. She began to lift the edge of her saree to remove it, but I didn't let her finish.

I reached out and pushed her gently backward onto the bed. Meena was caught completely by surprise; she gasped, her eyes wide as she tried to protest. "Avi, stop! What are you—" She tried to push my shoulders away, her hands acting as a shield, but I ignored her resistance. I moved in close, capturing her lips with mine.

For the first two minutes, she remained stiff, her hands still pressing against my chest, but I persisted with a deep, slow kiss that tasted of her lingering desire. Slowly, her hands softened, moving from a push to a tentative hold on my shirt. By the five-minute mark, her mouth opened to mine, and she finally surrendered to the heat. I moved my lips to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, while my hands moved to her waist.

Seema Chachi, seeing her sister finally yielding, smiled with satisfaction. She quickly moved to the door, taking Meena's position as the guard.

I began removing Meena's saree with slow, deliberate movements. Once the saree was dbangd aside, I focused on her blouse. I didn't remove it immediately; instead, I used my palms to press and knead her breasts through the fabric, feeling the weight of them. Meena’s head fell back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping her as her eyes fluttered shut. I unhooked the blouse and tossed it aside, exposing her full, rounded breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, suckling deeply while my thumb teased the other. Meena’s breath came in sharp hitches as I moved back and forth, dragging my tongue from one peak to the other.

She was fully in the play now. Her hands moved to my head, guiding me, her fingers digging into my hair. She arched her back, and with a soft, needy sound, she began to push my head downward. I kissed my way over her ribs and down to her navel, lingering there until she reached down and helped me remove the rest of her clothing.

I didn't lift her saree with my hands this time. Using my mouth, I gently pulled and lifted the remaining fabric inch by inch, slowly and teasingly, until I reached the mound where her panty lay. I saw the dark, wet patch blooming on the fabric—the undeniable proof of her arousal. I gently pushed the saree aside and began to work on the wet, warm cotton. I licked her choot with deliberate, slow strokes through the fabric, savoring the salty, familiar taste.

Meena Chachi groaned, her legs falling open as her anxiety completely melted away. My tongue worked her wet spot, giving her quick, sharp bursts of pleasure. Her whole body shook with the sharp relief as she finally peaked, her silent dignity dissolving into a long, shuddering tremble.

Seema Chachi, who had been quietly getting dressed and watching the erotic scene with glazed eyes, walked over. She looked at my rigid erection. "He deserves some relief, Meena," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the thick, throbbing length. She took my lund in her hand, her touch warm. "I’ve missed this so much... the weight of it. Shall I play with it? Just a little?"

Meena Chachi, still catching her breath and looking flushed, watched her Didi's hand move. Her expression returned to its guarded, analytical state. "No, Didi," she said firmly. "You’ve been vomiting regularly these days. If you take that in your mouth now, the smell and the sensation will trigger it again. You’ll end up waking the whole house."

Seema Chachi paused, acknowledging the logic with a reluctant sigh. She let go of me but looked at Meena Chachiexpectantly. "Then you do it. Relieve him, Meena. He’s done so much for us tonight."

Meena Chachi looked into my eyes, seeing the deep fatigue behind my arousal. She understood that after Kiran and the twins, I was physically drained.

"I think he's had enough work for one day, Didi," Meena Chachi said softly, her voice returning to its calm, protective tone.

I nodded, looking at both of them as they began to gather their clothes. "I don't want to relieve myself today. I'm tired... I just want to sleep. Give me the panties, and that's enough."

As they stood by the bed, Meena Chachi began dressing with practiced, efficient movements, wrapping her saree back around her waist with the poise of a woman who was back in charge. I watched them both, my eyes lingering on their silhouettes in the dim light.

"You know," I whispered, my gaze drifting to their chests, "both of your boobs have gotten so big lately. I could hardly keep my mouth around them."

Seema Chachi smiled warmly as she fastened her blouse. "That’s what happens when you’re pregnant, Avi. They have to get bigger to prepare for the kids. They’ll be full of milk soon enough."

"I really like them like this," I admitted, a tired grin on my face. "I wish I could stay like this forever... just drinking milk from both of you."

Seema Chachi walked over and leaned down, kissing my forehead with a tenderness that felt different from the lust of a few moments ago. "You are also our kid, Avi," she promised softly. "You will get your due when the time comes, don't you worry about that. We will take care of you."


Meena gave a final, authoritative nod, signaling that the session was officially over. They both handed me their wet panties—the "medals" I had demanded. I clutched the warm, scented fabric in my hands as they slipped out of the room together, two silent shadows moving through the dark house.


Just as she reached the door, Meena Chachi paused and turned back, her expression shifting from the softness of the bed to the serious responsibility of the household.

"One more thing, Avi," she whispered, her tone cautionary. "Suman Didi is very angry with you. She feels like you haven't been home for the last few weeks, just roaming everywhere and ignoring your family. She was waiting to talk to you tonight, but you came home so late. Don't push her. Go talk to her first thing tomorrow and don't make her any angrier."

I looked at her and nodded seriously, understanding the weight of her warning. Suman Chachi's anger was the one thing that he never wanted as he knows how much she loves him.

"I’ll handle it, Chachi," I promised. "I'll talk to Suman Chachi in the morning and make things right."

Satisfied with my answer, Meena gave a sharp, final nod. She and Seema Chachi disappeared into the gloom of the hallway, their footsteps making no sound .

I collapsed back into the pillows, the four panties still clutched in my hand. Despite the warning about Suman Didi, a sense of total triumph washed over me. I had broken the virgin seals of the twins, satisfied the deep-seated hunger of my two pregnant Chachis, and secured my trophies. My mind went blank with total satisfaction, and within seconds, I was in a deep, heavy sleep


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[Kartikeya]

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[Kartikeya]

Rap Song for Avi Bhai

https://mega.nz/file/blJACbRJ#AIlBZqyO-N...Tdb3IRsX6s

Sun... Unhe laga tha main thak gaya hoon, Unhe laga tha main bik gaya hoon. Par raakh ke niche abhi chingari baaki hai, Jaysingh ke bete ki abhi baari baaki hai!

Bachpan mein dekha maine maut ka manzar, Seene mein utra tha dhoke ka khanjar. Kumar ki wo chaal, wo road ka hadsa, Khoon se sana tha mere baap ka wo chehra. Anath bol kar mujhko sabne thukraya, Par kisko pata tha kaunsa toofan hai aaya? Maa ki wo diary, wo raaz ka pitara, Ab har ek gunehgar ko dhund ke hai maara!

Main hoon Avi, is khel ka main king hoon, Jaysingh ka lahu, main asli wala sting hoon! Gaon mera, raj mera, dushman ab raakh hai, Mere parivaar pe uthi jo, wo aankh ab khaak hai! Haan, main hoon Avi! (Repeat)

Suman ka dulaar, Seema ki wo pyaas, Meena ki chahat, sab mere hai paas. Buaon ka nakhra ho ya behno ka pyar, Avi ke liye toh ab khula hai bazaar. Dard ko pi kar main loha ban gaya, Dheere-dheere main is ghar ka masiha ban gaya. Jo kabhi darta tha, ab wo darata hai, Andheri raaton mein apna haq jatata hai!

Kumar gaya, Ajit gaya, ab kiski baari? Mera har ek move unpe padta hai bhaari. Jismon ki garmi aur badle ki aag, Mita dunga dushmanon ke har ek nishaan aur daag. Main woh nahi jo maafi mangne aaya hoon, Main toh katilon ki maut ka paigam laya hoon!

Namak wali chai se shuru hui thi kahani, Shalini ki mamta, Jaysingh ki nishani. Ab na rukunga, na jhukunga kabhi, Kyuki Avi ka waqt hai... abhi aur abhi!

Main, Meri Family aur Mera Gaon. Sab mera hai. Sab par mera haq hai. Avi... signing out!



Enjoy !