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## Update 31: The Eavesdropping and the Payoff
I spent the rest of the college day wrestling with deep doubt. Fear was a cold, slick feeling in my stomach. I was terrified of what would happen if Mona’s aggressive brother found out I had set up this hidden listening. I kept worrying that if the three of them just met and left without doing anything, I would look like a liar to Mala. The worry felt sharp and constant.
I clasped my hands, silently praying everything would go right. I took a short nap to calm my fast-beating heart, then left for the ground at 4 p.m., an hour early. As I walked, an intense feeling made me check the storehouse one last time. I slipped inside through the broken window. I looked around the dusty building. I found the main area where Mona and the boys had sex. A little farther away, behind some old sacks and boxes, I quickly made a safe, hidden spot for Mala and me. This spot was perfect: they wouldn't see us, but we could clearly hear everything they said.
I went back to the empty ground to wait, and the minutes dragged on. At 4:50 p.m., Mala arrived. She looked nervous, glancing around every few seconds. She whispered that Mona was also on her way. I grabbed Mala’s arm and quickly pulled her toward the storehouse window. We silently slid inside and quickly hid in our spot. After about ten tense minutes, the three figures came in. Mona entered first, then her brother. Mona sat down where they usually met, but her brother stood near the window, looking out. *Maybe he was checking if anyone saw them come in, since they were early today,* I thought, pressed close to Mala. Mona's boyfriend came in a little later. It was 5:30 p.m.
They just sat there, talking in low voices about boring things. I couldn't figure out why they weren't starting their plan. Mala grew worried, giving me silent looks that said, *"You lied."* It was 6 p.m., the time Mona told Mala to arrive, but they were still just sitting. I felt a cold knot of dread; I thought I was wrong. Mala kept giving me worried, pleading looks. I saw Mona kept looking toward the window, clearly waiting for Mala. It was 6:30 p.m. Mona must have finally decided Mala wasn't coming today. That’s when they finally started talking about their dark plan.
Mona sighed heavily. "I honestly don't think Mala will come today at all."
Mona's brother shifted, still holding onto hope. "Don't say that, Mona. Maybe she's just running a little late."
Her boyfriend sounded bored. "I also think the plan failed today. She's too scared."
"I don't think she'll ever show up here," Mona said sharply.
Mona's brother sounded frustrated. "Didn't you convince Mala well enough? Why didn't she come to us?"
"I think she just got too scared," her boyfriend offered simply.
Mona snapped back, her voice rising in anger. "Yes, she didn't come yesterday either! Forget about her. I don't think you'll ever get her now. And you, you even stopped having sex with me because you only cared about getting Mala," she accused her brother, her voice shaking.
Mona's brother gave up. "Yes, you're right. I think so too now."
"Come on, let's just start our own fun then," her boyfriend said, his voice instantly low and lustful. "But man, it would've been so much fun to have sex with Mala today."
"You shut your mouth. Understand?" Mona shouted at her boyfriend, hitting the dusty floor.
"Why are you yelling at him?" Mona's brother hissed, pulling Mona roughly toward him. "Come on, now let's forget Mala. Let's just start our own sex."
I let out a shaky breath; the tension left my body in a painful jolt. *I'm safe now,* I realized. *And Mala is safe.* But I was still confused why they waited so long. How were they going to trap Mala and force her to have sex? No matter. At least Mala knows everything now. Not the full story, but enough to know their evil plan. I whispered to her, my voice barely a breath. "See, Mala? I was right all along, wasn't I?"
Mala's body shook against mine. "I'm so sorry, Avi," she whispered back, full of regret and thankfulness. "I should have trusted you sooner, without needing to see this."
I couldn't help but tease her. I whispered, "Now be quiet, and watch what you came here to see, since they've finally started."
My words instantly made Mala's face turn bright red, a mix of shame and a growing, unmistakable excitement.
Their quiet talk was suddenly replaced by raw, frantic action. "Just have sex with my chooť like this," Mona gasped, guiding her brother's hand. "Bhai, have sex with my chooť now, imagining I'm Mala," she instructed, her voice thick with dark fantasy.
Any friendliness vanished, replaced by a raw, aggressive urgency. They scrambled on the rough, dusty floor. The disappointment about Mala seemed to fuel a darker, more intense sex session between them.
Mona climbed onto her brother, taking the lead. Her voice, dark with lust, directed him. "Bhai, yes, Mala isn't here now. Now I'll make your chooť into a dump hole, imagining you're her," Mona's brother responded crudely, his voice raw. He grabbed her hips hard and slammed his lunď into her with force, making the floorboards creak and dust fall from the ceiling.
The boyfriend moved instantly, forcing his way to her head. "Suck my lunď, harder, you bitch," he commanded, his voice tight and low. He gripped Mona's head, pulling her mouth down fiercely.
Mona, pinned between the two men, obeyed without delay. Her moans were a raw, tearing sound—part strain, part desperate pleasure. "Yes, harder!" she screamed, her voice loud, focused only on meeting their brutal demands.
Mona's brother pounded into her, the force relentless. He became enraged by the volume of her cry. "You whore, shut up, or the whole village will come running right now!" he hissed, his face close to hers. "Then you'll have to have sex with the whole village!" The threat was vicious, meant only to dominate.
For several minutes, the scene was pure, frenzied movement. The air was thick with effort and desperate sound. The brother finished first, collapsing heavily onto Mona, his weight forcing the air from her lungs. He pulled out quickly, his body slick with sweat.
Without a moment of rest, the boyfriend surged forward. He scrambled over the brother's exhausted body and brutally forced Mona onto her back. She was repositioned instantly, her body moving only by their command.
The three bodies immediately twisted into a wild, desperate knot on the dusty floor. They shifted with ruthless, quick speed, constantly changing positions.
The men drove the action, constantly demanding attention. The brother and the boyfriend swapped places and actions without speaking.
One moment, Mona was pressed hard against the floor, taking the force of one man's aggression. The next moment, she was violently pulled up, forced to meet the harsh demands of the other man.
Every single action was done with a brutal, focused energy that left Mona no chance to breathe or even try to protest.
The sounds were non-stop: the constant, heavy slapping of skin, the quick, rough sounds of breath, and the men's low, strained grunts of hard work. The rough marring went on for thirty punishing, non-stop minutes.
It was a cycle of pure physical need and control that pushed Mona past her limit.
Finally, the violent movement stopped. The sudden silence that followed was heavy and complete, broken only by the loud, strained sound of their breathing. All three lay finished, totally exhausted, their skin covered in sweat and dust.
The immediate thrill ended. They scrambled to their feet, the focus now shifting to escape. They violently pulled on their clothes, smoothing them down to hide every trace of the raw act. They left the storehouse one by one, looking around nervously before rushing away toward their homes. The storehouse was left silent and empty, save for Mala and me still frozen in the deep shadows.
Mala and I stayed hidden. My lunď was stiff and throbbing hard. It had been three days since I had last had sex, and watching the raw, aggressive act had made me fully aroused. I desperately wanted to play with my lunď. Madam had told me that if you can't find a chooť and your lunď gets hard, just move it up and down in your hand—that would release the semen and bring relief. But I couldn't do it with Mala only a foot away.
Mala was in the same aroused, shocked state as me. It was the first time she had ever seen sex, and a group act at that. Mala's whole face was flushed bright red, and she nervously fidgeted with her hands, her excitement and confusion clear. I felt it was too dangerous to stay here longer; we were too exposed, and I needed to calm my body. I cleared my throat softly. "Let's go out now, Mala," I whispered. Hearing my voice, Mala visibly shook and woke up from her trance.
Mala was too shy to meet my eyes. We quietly slipped out of the storehouse. Mala wasn't saying anything, clearly trying to process everything she had seen. I needed to calm my throbbing lunď fast, so I told Mala we should go home right away. Mala just nodded her head, unable to speak. I quickly went to my house, and Mala rushed to hers. The strong, unsaid tension hung heavily between us.
After getting home, the intense arousal from watching Mona’s session became too much to bear. I went straight to the bathroom. Remembering Madam's advice, I quickly started moving my lunď up and down. Since it had been hard for almost an hour, my semen was released quickly, giving me immediate, deep relief.
Then, just like every other day, I ate dinner, talked to my Chachi for a while, did my homework, and went straight to sleep. The total exhaustion of the intense day finally won.
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I spent the rest of the college day wrestling with deep doubt. Fear was a cold, slick feeling in my stomach. I was terrified of what would happen if Mona’s aggressive brother found out I had set up this hidden listening. I kept worrying that if the three of them just met and left without doing anything, I would look like a liar to Mala. The worry felt sharp and constant.
I clasped my hands, silently praying everything would go right. I took a short nap to calm my fast-beating heart, then left for the ground at 4 p.m., an hour early. As I walked, an intense feeling made me check the storehouse one last time. I slipped inside through the broken window. I looked around the dusty building. I found the main area where Mona and the boys had sex. A little farther away, behind some old sacks and boxes, I quickly made a safe, hidden spot for Mala and me. This spot was perfect: they wouldn't see us, but we could clearly hear everything they said.
I went back to the empty ground to wait, and the minutes dragged on. At 4:50 p.m., Mala arrived. She looked nervous, glancing around every few seconds. She whispered that Mona was also on her way. I grabbed Mala’s arm and quickly pulled her toward the storehouse window. We silently slid inside and quickly hid in our spot. After about ten tense minutes, the three figures came in. Mona entered first, then her brother. Mona sat down where they usually met, but her brother stood near the window, looking out. *Maybe he was checking if anyone saw them come in, since they were early today,* I thought, pressed close to Mala. Mona's boyfriend came in a little later. It was 5:30 p.m.
They just sat there, talking in low voices about boring things. I couldn't figure out why they weren't starting their plan. Mala grew worried, giving me silent looks that said, *"You lied."* It was 6 p.m., the time Mona told Mala to arrive, but they were still just sitting. I felt a cold knot of dread; I thought I was wrong. Mala kept giving me worried, pleading looks. I saw Mona kept looking toward the window, clearly waiting for Mala. It was 6:30 p.m. Mona must have finally decided Mala wasn't coming today. That’s when they finally started talking about their dark plan.
Mona sighed heavily. "I honestly don't think Mala will come today at all."
Mona's brother shifted, still holding onto hope. "Don't say that, Mona. Maybe she's just running a little late."
Her boyfriend sounded bored. "I also think the plan failed today. She's too scared."
"I don't think she'll ever show up here," Mona said sharply.
Mona's brother sounded frustrated. "Didn't you convince Mala well enough? Why didn't she come to us?"
"I think she just got too scared," her boyfriend offered simply.
Mona snapped back, her voice rising in anger. "Yes, she didn't come yesterday either! Forget about her. I don't think you'll ever get her now. And you, you even stopped having sex with me because you only cared about getting Mala," she accused her brother, her voice shaking.
Mona's brother gave up. "Yes, you're right. I think so too now."
"Come on, let's just start our own fun then," her boyfriend said, his voice instantly low and lustful. "But man, it would've been so much fun to have sex with Mala today."
"You shut your mouth. Understand?" Mona shouted at her boyfriend, hitting the dusty floor.
"Why are you yelling at him?" Mona's brother hissed, pulling Mona roughly toward him. "Come on, now let's forget Mala. Let's just start our own sex."
I let out a shaky breath; the tension left my body in a painful jolt. *I'm safe now,* I realized. *And Mala is safe.* But I was still confused why they waited so long. How were they going to trap Mala and force her to have sex? No matter. At least Mala knows everything now. Not the full story, but enough to know their evil plan. I whispered to her, my voice barely a breath. "See, Mala? I was right all along, wasn't I?"
Mala's body shook against mine. "I'm so sorry, Avi," she whispered back, full of regret and thankfulness. "I should have trusted you sooner, without needing to see this."
I couldn't help but tease her. I whispered, "Now be quiet, and watch what you came here to see, since they've finally started."
My words instantly made Mala's face turn bright red, a mix of shame and a growing, unmistakable excitement.
Their quiet talk was suddenly replaced by raw, frantic action. "Just have sex with my chooť like this," Mona gasped, guiding her brother's hand. "Bhai, have sex with my chooť now, imagining I'm Mala," she instructed, her voice thick with dark fantasy.
Any friendliness vanished, replaced by a raw, aggressive urgency. They scrambled on the rough, dusty floor. The disappointment about Mala seemed to fuel a darker, more intense sex session between them.
Mona climbed onto her brother, taking the lead. Her voice, dark with lust, directed him. "Bhai, yes, Mala isn't here now. Now I'll make your chooť into a dump hole, imagining you're her," Mona's brother responded crudely, his voice raw. He grabbed her hips hard and slammed his lunď into her with force, making the floorboards creak and dust fall from the ceiling.
The boyfriend moved instantly, forcing his way to her head. "Suck my lunď, harder, you bitch," he commanded, his voice tight and low. He gripped Mona's head, pulling her mouth down fiercely.
Mona, pinned between the two men, obeyed without delay. Her moans were a raw, tearing sound—part strain, part desperate pleasure. "Yes, harder!" she screamed, her voice loud, focused only on meeting their brutal demands.
Mona's brother pounded into her, the force relentless. He became enraged by the volume of her cry. "You whore, shut up, or the whole village will come running right now!" he hissed, his face close to hers. "Then you'll have to have sex with the whole village!" The threat was vicious, meant only to dominate.
For several minutes, the scene was pure, frenzied movement. The air was thick with effort and desperate sound. The brother finished first, collapsing heavily onto Mona, his weight forcing the air from her lungs. He pulled out quickly, his body slick with sweat.
Without a moment of rest, the boyfriend surged forward. He scrambled over the brother's exhausted body and brutally forced Mona onto her back. She was repositioned instantly, her body moving only by their command.
The three bodies immediately twisted into a wild, desperate knot on the dusty floor. They shifted with ruthless, quick speed, constantly changing positions.
The men drove the action, constantly demanding attention. The brother and the boyfriend swapped places and actions without speaking.
One moment, Mona was pressed hard against the floor, taking the force of one man's aggression. The next moment, she was violently pulled up, forced to meet the harsh demands of the other man.
Every single action was done with a brutal, focused energy that left Mona no chance to breathe or even try to protest.
The sounds were non-stop: the constant, heavy slapping of skin, the quick, rough sounds of breath, and the men's low, strained grunts of hard work. The rough marring went on for thirty punishing, non-stop minutes.
It was a cycle of pure physical need and control that pushed Mona past her limit.
Finally, the violent movement stopped. The sudden silence that followed was heavy and complete, broken only by the loud, strained sound of their breathing. All three lay finished, totally exhausted, their skin covered in sweat and dust.
The immediate thrill ended. They scrambled to their feet, the focus now shifting to escape. They violently pulled on their clothes, smoothing them down to hide every trace of the raw act. They left the storehouse one by one, looking around nervously before rushing away toward their homes. The storehouse was left silent and empty, save for Mala and me still frozen in the deep shadows.
Mala and I stayed hidden. My lunď was stiff and throbbing hard. It had been three days since I had last had sex, and watching the raw, aggressive act had made me fully aroused. I desperately wanted to play with my lunď. Madam had told me that if you can't find a chooť and your lunď gets hard, just move it up and down in your hand—that would release the semen and bring relief. But I couldn't do it with Mala only a foot away.
Mala was in the same aroused, shocked state as me. It was the first time she had ever seen sex, and a group act at that. Mala's whole face was flushed bright red, and she nervously fidgeted with her hands, her excitement and confusion clear. I felt it was too dangerous to stay here longer; we were too exposed, and I needed to calm my body. I cleared my throat softly. "Let's go out now, Mala," I whispered. Hearing my voice, Mala visibly shook and woke up from her trance.
Mala was too shy to meet my eyes. We quietly slipped out of the storehouse. Mala wasn't saying anything, clearly trying to process everything she had seen. I needed to calm my throbbing lunď fast, so I told Mala we should go home right away. Mala just nodded her head, unable to speak. I quickly went to my house, and Mala rushed to hers. The strong, unsaid tension hung heavily between us.
After getting home, the intense arousal from watching Mona’s session became too much to bear. I went straight to the bathroom. Remembering Madam's advice, I quickly started moving my lunď up and down. Since it had been hard for almost an hour, my semen was released quickly, giving me immediate, deep relief.
Then, just like every other day, I ate dinner, talked to my Chachi for a while, did my homework, and went straight to sleep. The total exhaustion of the intense day finally won.
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