25-10-2025, 08:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 26-10-2025, 12:39 PM by lee.jae.han. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
## Update 43: The Night Revelation (Avi and Pooja Bua/Raj)
I woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden, sharp ache jolting me from sleep. Raj had put his foot squarely on my penis. I carefully moved Raj's leg off me, and the intense pressure immediately ended.
I got up and went to the bathroom, worried about potential injury. I took my penis out of my pants to check for any damage. It was fully erect, throbbing from the sudden, painful stimulation. To calm it down and release the built-up tension, I started masturbating. After a little while, I ejaculated. The release brought a huge relief, a physical and mental reset. My muscles twitched once as the last warmth left my body. A heavy wave of exhaustion immediately washed over me. My heart slowed from its anxious race, settling into a calm, steady rhythm.
I came back to the room. My eyes fell on Pooja Bua. Raj had swung his leg over, and his foot was resting on Bua, just like it had been on me. Bua was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. Her nighty had lifted, and the pressure from Raj’s leg had pushed it up even further from behind.
I walked closer to my spot on the bed. Pooja Bua’s red panty was clearly visible in the faint darkness. Her nighty was bunched up to her waist, and the panty was pulled taut, stuck deep in the crack of her gaand. Seeing this unexpected, intimate sight, my lunď became erect again almost instantly. It was a surprising and forceful reaction. However, I knew I couldn’t have a second orgasm so quickly since I had just climaxed. The thought of jerking off again didn't cross my mind; I was focused, hypnotized by the image of her exposed body and the intimate, taut sight of the red fabric against her skin.
I quickly went back to my spot, turned my back to Pooja Bua, the image burning behind my eyelids, and slept after some time.
---
Pooja Bua woke up early. She shifted quietly in the large bed. Raj slept on, his small form undisturbed. Bua glanced down and saw her own nighty gathered high around her waist. A small, sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. She quickly pulled the fabric down, covering her lower body with a decisive, quiet movement, then slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Pooja Bua returned a few minutes later, stepping softly back into the dim room. Her eyes immediately found Avi. Avi was lying still, seemingly in a deep sleep. The large towel wrapped around his waist strained taut by the forceful morning erection beneath it, forming a prominent tent over his groin.
Pooja Bua paused next to Avi, her eyes fixed on the hard shape beneath the towel. She fought with herself. She desperately wanted to see it up close, but the fear of being caught was a shock inside her. *What if Avi wakes up?* The thought brought a wave of immense shame, a humiliation that would shatter the fragile peace between them forever. She hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she held it above the taut fabric. Yet, the curiosity, the forbidden heat of that sight, was too strong to ignore.
Finally, she took the risk, her hand moving with slow, determined action. She carefully parted the loose edges of the towel near Avi's thigh and gazed in silent admiration. She let her eyes run the length and thickness of his lunď, the sight filling her with a forbidden, visceral heat. A sudden, sharp image seized her mind: the thought of taking that massive length inside her own chooť, imagining the stretch and the heavy, fulfilling weight of him within her.
She was powerfully tempted to reach out and touch it briefly. Pooja Bua pulled her hand back, deciding against the physical contact, but she deliberately left the towel parted, leaving his lunď partially exposed to the cool air.
Pooja Bua moved back to her spot and lay down on her side, facing away from him. She continued to observe his body from a distance. Very slowly, she began to lift her nighty back up to her waist, exposing the red panty. She reached her hand down and started touching the panty over her chooť, enjoying the private contact and the thrill of the exposed condition.
As she moved her hand slightly, the bed springs gave a tiny creak.
Pooja Bua immediately squeezed her eyes shut, feigning deep sleep, but deliberately kept her nighty hiked up to her waist with the red panty fully exposed.
---
I suddenly snapped my eyes open, startled by the soft metallic *creak* that cut through the silence. I stretched elaborately, blinking away the sleep, and instinctively looked down. My lunď was still fully exposed because of the loosened towel. I quickly brought the towel back over my lower body with a sudden, jerky movement, covering myself in the presence of Bua. As I did so, I glanced quickly toward Pooja Bua. Her eyes were shut, and she was still fully exposed, her nighty bunched up, her red panty still visible.
I slowly got down from the bed. My lunď was painfully hard, throbbing with the adrenaline and the visual stimulation. I moved quietly near Bua's side, drawn by the exposed sight. I paused, gazing at the red panty stretched over the plumpness of her chooť. I reached down and started massaging my own lunď gently through the towel, my eyes fixed on her fatty chooť.
With a sudden surge of courage, I leaned closer, closing the distance to Bua's body. I inhaled deeply, trying to catch the scent of her chooť through the red panty. I held the strong, musky smell in my lungs, and with the scent filling my head, I slowly started playing with my lunď through the thin fabric of the towel I had wrapped.
Pooja Bua gave a little jerk, this time a more pronounced movement of her hips and legs. Her lower body was entirely uncovered, the red panty clearly visible in the dim light, and the movement served as a sudden, unmistakable signal.
I was startled, and the fantasy broke. Panic seized my chest. I immediately moved back, scrambling under the covers, and closed my eyes, acting like I was just woken up and terrified.
I heard the sounds of Pooja Bua start up in the kitchen, the clatter of utensils and the gentle sizzle of oil. Soon, the aroma of spices and fresh tea filled the air. When Bua brought me a steaming cup, her movements were conspicuously relaxed. She leaned slightly across the table to place the cup, her blouse purposefully undone enough to offer a generous glimpse of her large, attractive breasts, teasingly exposed on both sides of her cleavage. I could not help but stare for a charged moment, feeling the heat rise in my face.
As Bua moved around the kitchen, preparing the meal and tending to the stove, I found my gaze constantly drawn toward the doorway. I watched Bua's movements, unable to look away, constantly checking inside the kitchen. My focus alternated between the soft, exposed curve of her boobs straining against her bra, and the round shape of her gaand as she bent down. I silently observed Bua's beauty, taking in the full, mature sight, and enjoyed the gaand and boobs with a heady mix of excitement and disbelief.
Finally, Raj woke up, and then we all started having breakfast together.
The breakfast table was thick with unspoken tension. I was trying my best to act normal, still reeling from the sight of Pooja Bua's exposed body. Pooja Bua was visibly changed; her usual controlled presence was replaced by a charged, almost flustered energy stemming from the morning's unexpected intimacy.
"Avi, did you sleep well last night?" Pooja Bua asked, her tone surprisingly gentle, reaching for the teapot.
"Yes Bua, I slept well," I replied quickly, sticking to the polite lie, unwilling to draw attention to the disturbed hours.
Bua pressed, her gaze scrutinizing me. "Raj didn't bother you, did he? He moves a lot in his sleep."
Cornered by Bua's directness, I admitted cautiously, lowering my eyes to my plate. "My sleep was disturbed a couple of times, Bua. He kicks."
Pooja Bua paused, a faint flush crossing her cheeks as she processed my admission. "My sleep used to be disturbed in the beginning too, because of his kicking and turning. But now I'm used to it," Bua said, confirming that such deep sleep often leaves her vulnerable.
"I see," I said, uncomfortable with the shared detail. I pushed for a practical exit. "From tomorrow, I'll sleep on the sofa," I suggested, seeing it as the only way to avoid temptation.
Pooja Bua immediately shot down the idea, her disapproval sharp. "On the sofa? Absolutely not. You are a guest entrusted to my care. What if your Chacha finds out that I made you sleep uncomfortably on the sofa? He'll be angry and feel I neglected my duty."
"Then what should we do, Bua? I don't want to disturb your sleep or Raj's," I countered, pressing for a solution that didn't involve the tight, shared space.
Pooja Bua looked at me again, her eyes lingering for a moment, weighing the request. "Hmm, we'll see in the evening. Don't worry about it now. We'll figure out a way to make it work." Bua's final statement left the evening arrangement deliberately ambiguous.
The conversation had been charged with a subtext that neither could fully address. I was anxious to leave before the proximity drew any more unexpected sights. I stood up, pushing my chair back. "I'll leave now, Bua. I have to check on the house and then go to Komal's house for my study hours."
"Bye, Bua!" Raj echoed from the table.
"Bye, Raj," I replied, quickly exiting the house, the thought of the close sleeping arrangement already dominating my mind as I walked away. The week of freedom had only just begun, and the boundary lines were already blurring.
-----
I woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden, sharp ache jolting me from sleep. Raj had put his foot squarely on my penis. I carefully moved Raj's leg off me, and the intense pressure immediately ended.
I got up and went to the bathroom, worried about potential injury. I took my penis out of my pants to check for any damage. It was fully erect, throbbing from the sudden, painful stimulation. To calm it down and release the built-up tension, I started masturbating. After a little while, I ejaculated. The release brought a huge relief, a physical and mental reset. My muscles twitched once as the last warmth left my body. A heavy wave of exhaustion immediately washed over me. My heart slowed from its anxious race, settling into a calm, steady rhythm.
I came back to the room. My eyes fell on Pooja Bua. Raj had swung his leg over, and his foot was resting on Bua, just like it had been on me. Bua was sleeping on her side, facing away from me. Her nighty had lifted, and the pressure from Raj’s leg had pushed it up even further from behind.
I walked closer to my spot on the bed. Pooja Bua’s red panty was clearly visible in the faint darkness. Her nighty was bunched up to her waist, and the panty was pulled taut, stuck deep in the crack of her gaand. Seeing this unexpected, intimate sight, my lunď became erect again almost instantly. It was a surprising and forceful reaction. However, I knew I couldn’t have a second orgasm so quickly since I had just climaxed. The thought of jerking off again didn't cross my mind; I was focused, hypnotized by the image of her exposed body and the intimate, taut sight of the red fabric against her skin.
I quickly went back to my spot, turned my back to Pooja Bua, the image burning behind my eyelids, and slept after some time.
---
Pooja Bua woke up early. She shifted quietly in the large bed. Raj slept on, his small form undisturbed. Bua glanced down and saw her own nighty gathered high around her waist. A small, sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. She quickly pulled the fabric down, covering her lower body with a decisive, quiet movement, then slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Pooja Bua returned a few minutes later, stepping softly back into the dim room. Her eyes immediately found Avi. Avi was lying still, seemingly in a deep sleep. The large towel wrapped around his waist strained taut by the forceful morning erection beneath it, forming a prominent tent over his groin.
Pooja Bua paused next to Avi, her eyes fixed on the hard shape beneath the towel. She fought with herself. She desperately wanted to see it up close, but the fear of being caught was a shock inside her. *What if Avi wakes up?* The thought brought a wave of immense shame, a humiliation that would shatter the fragile peace between them forever. She hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she held it above the taut fabric. Yet, the curiosity, the forbidden heat of that sight, was too strong to ignore.
Finally, she took the risk, her hand moving with slow, determined action. She carefully parted the loose edges of the towel near Avi's thigh and gazed in silent admiration. She let her eyes run the length and thickness of his lunď, the sight filling her with a forbidden, visceral heat. A sudden, sharp image seized her mind: the thought of taking that massive length inside her own chooť, imagining the stretch and the heavy, fulfilling weight of him within her.
She was powerfully tempted to reach out and touch it briefly. Pooja Bua pulled her hand back, deciding against the physical contact, but she deliberately left the towel parted, leaving his lunď partially exposed to the cool air.
Pooja Bua moved back to her spot and lay down on her side, facing away from him. She continued to observe his body from a distance. Very slowly, she began to lift her nighty back up to her waist, exposing the red panty. She reached her hand down and started touching the panty over her chooť, enjoying the private contact and the thrill of the exposed condition.
As she moved her hand slightly, the bed springs gave a tiny creak.
Pooja Bua immediately squeezed her eyes shut, feigning deep sleep, but deliberately kept her nighty hiked up to her waist with the red panty fully exposed.
---
I suddenly snapped my eyes open, startled by the soft metallic *creak* that cut through the silence. I stretched elaborately, blinking away the sleep, and instinctively looked down. My lunď was still fully exposed because of the loosened towel. I quickly brought the towel back over my lower body with a sudden, jerky movement, covering myself in the presence of Bua. As I did so, I glanced quickly toward Pooja Bua. Her eyes were shut, and she was still fully exposed, her nighty bunched up, her red panty still visible.
I slowly got down from the bed. My lunď was painfully hard, throbbing with the adrenaline and the visual stimulation. I moved quietly near Bua's side, drawn by the exposed sight. I paused, gazing at the red panty stretched over the plumpness of her chooť. I reached down and started massaging my own lunď gently through the towel, my eyes fixed on her fatty chooť.
With a sudden surge of courage, I leaned closer, closing the distance to Bua's body. I inhaled deeply, trying to catch the scent of her chooť through the red panty. I held the strong, musky smell in my lungs, and with the scent filling my head, I slowly started playing with my lunď through the thin fabric of the towel I had wrapped.
Pooja Bua gave a little jerk, this time a more pronounced movement of her hips and legs. Her lower body was entirely uncovered, the red panty clearly visible in the dim light, and the movement served as a sudden, unmistakable signal.
I was startled, and the fantasy broke. Panic seized my chest. I immediately moved back, scrambling under the covers, and closed my eyes, acting like I was just woken up and terrified.
I heard the sounds of Pooja Bua start up in the kitchen, the clatter of utensils and the gentle sizzle of oil. Soon, the aroma of spices and fresh tea filled the air. When Bua brought me a steaming cup, her movements were conspicuously relaxed. She leaned slightly across the table to place the cup, her blouse purposefully undone enough to offer a generous glimpse of her large, attractive breasts, teasingly exposed on both sides of her cleavage. I could not help but stare for a charged moment, feeling the heat rise in my face.
As Bua moved around the kitchen, preparing the meal and tending to the stove, I found my gaze constantly drawn toward the doorway. I watched Bua's movements, unable to look away, constantly checking inside the kitchen. My focus alternated between the soft, exposed curve of her boobs straining against her bra, and the round shape of her gaand as she bent down. I silently observed Bua's beauty, taking in the full, mature sight, and enjoyed the gaand and boobs with a heady mix of excitement and disbelief.
Finally, Raj woke up, and then we all started having breakfast together.
The breakfast table was thick with unspoken tension. I was trying my best to act normal, still reeling from the sight of Pooja Bua's exposed body. Pooja Bua was visibly changed; her usual controlled presence was replaced by a charged, almost flustered energy stemming from the morning's unexpected intimacy.
"Avi, did you sleep well last night?" Pooja Bua asked, her tone surprisingly gentle, reaching for the teapot.
"Yes Bua, I slept well," I replied quickly, sticking to the polite lie, unwilling to draw attention to the disturbed hours.
Bua pressed, her gaze scrutinizing me. "Raj didn't bother you, did he? He moves a lot in his sleep."
Cornered by Bua's directness, I admitted cautiously, lowering my eyes to my plate. "My sleep was disturbed a couple of times, Bua. He kicks."
Pooja Bua paused, a faint flush crossing her cheeks as she processed my admission. "My sleep used to be disturbed in the beginning too, because of his kicking and turning. But now I'm used to it," Bua said, confirming that such deep sleep often leaves her vulnerable.
"I see," I said, uncomfortable with the shared detail. I pushed for a practical exit. "From tomorrow, I'll sleep on the sofa," I suggested, seeing it as the only way to avoid temptation.
Pooja Bua immediately shot down the idea, her disapproval sharp. "On the sofa? Absolutely not. You are a guest entrusted to my care. What if your Chacha finds out that I made you sleep uncomfortably on the sofa? He'll be angry and feel I neglected my duty."
"Then what should we do, Bua? I don't want to disturb your sleep or Raj's," I countered, pressing for a solution that didn't involve the tight, shared space.
Pooja Bua looked at me again, her eyes lingering for a moment, weighing the request. "Hmm, we'll see in the evening. Don't worry about it now. We'll figure out a way to make it work." Bua's final statement left the evening arrangement deliberately ambiguous.
The conversation had been charged with a subtext that neither could fully address. I was anxious to leave before the proximity drew any more unexpected sights. I stood up, pushing my chair back. "I'll leave now, Bua. I have to check on the house and then go to Komal's house for my study hours."
"Bye, Bua!" Raj echoed from the table.
"Bye, Raj," I replied, quickly exiting the house, the thought of the close sleeping arrangement already dominating my mind as I walked away. The week of freedom had only just begun, and the boundary lines were already blurring.
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