26-10-2025, 05:54 PM
## Update 47: The Climax and the Claiming (Avi and Pooja Bua)
The moment I saw Bua's eyes open, my world collapsed. My heart hammered with the force of a panic attack. I was utterly paralyzed, convinced Bua would scream, call my uncle, or call the security officer.
Pooja Bua got up from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulled her nighty down, fixing her clothes. Then, without a word, Bua took my hand and started pulling me out of the room. My fear had now completely taken over me. I thought Bua was going to throw me out of the house, perhaps lock the door and call my uncle. I was in no condition to resist or react; I was just quietly walking with Bua, waiting for the inevitable punishment. I felt a desperate sense that I deserved whatever pain she was about to inflict for the sin I had committed.
Bua brought me to the living room hall and stood in front of me. *What if Bua asks why I did this? What will I say?* Just thinking about the confrontation, my body started trembling violently. Bua was looking at me, but her face was unreadable. *Why hasn't Bua asked anything yet? Why hasn't she hit me?* I was bracing for her angry reaction.
Then, Bua moved. In a single, fluid motion, she reached up and took off her nighty. It fell in a silent heap to the floor. Bua was standing there, completely nude. She quickly reached out, gripped my head, and slammed her lips onto mine, initiating a fierce, demanding kiss.
I was completely unprepared. Bua was kissing me with a raw, pent-up passion. My initial shock quickly gave way to excitement, and I began to reciprocate. Bua was kissing very hard, sucking on my lips, sometimes drawing my tongue into her mouth, sometimes forcing her tongue deep into mine. I felt like my throat was drying up; it was as if she was drinking all my saliva, trying to pull the fear and hesitation right out of me.
Our kiss lasted for about ten minutes. Bua was not ready to let me go, but my lungs burned. I finally broke the kiss and separated from Bua, immediately running to the kitchen and greedily gulping down water. After normalizing my breathing, I returned to the hall.
I thought: *Whatever is happening is entirely by Bua's will. She was deliberately showing me her chooť. I was just too slow and too scared to read the signals. She must have realized I was terrified after she moaned and opened her eyes. That's why Bua kissed me: to get rid of my fear and show me what she wanted. She must have brought me outside because of Raj sleeping in the next room.*
Bua was sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily, completely nude. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Seeing her naked body, my erection returned instantly, banishing the last vestiges of my fear.
I went to Bua, gripped her head once more, and started kissing her fiercely. I wanted to show her that I was not a weak boy. This time, I was sucking on Bua's lips, kissing her with more excitement and control. After five minutes, I broke the kiss, knowing she still needed to breathe, having barely recovered from the first one.
Bua smiled, her eyes dark with desire. She ran a finger over her own swollen lips. "You know how to kiss, Avi," Bua whispered, her voice husky. Then her expression grew more intense. "Bua liked what you did on the bed, too. You made Bua feel very good."
She shifted her weight on the sofa, moving her chooť right to the very edge. The movement was slow and inviting. Bua then looked down at me, her eyes commanding. "Now, come back here and show me what your magic tongue can do."
I knelt between her thighs instantly. The air was thick with the scent of her desire and the faint, sweet musk of her recent release. I positioned myself, and this time, I was not gentle. I pressed my face hard against her wet, hot chooť and started licking with aggressive, sweeping movements. My tongue worked roughly over the sensitive skin, exploring the inner folds and focusing on the small, hard center.
Bua gasped, her hands immediately gripping the back of the sofa, her hips lifting high off the cushions. She started to moan deeply, a loud, sustained sound of pure pleasure. Her body was trembling against my head. I increased the pressure, running my tongue in hard, fast circles. Bua's gasps turned into desperate, ragged breaths. The pleasure was too much for her to hold back.
With a sudden, massive shudder, Bua climaxed again, her thighs clenching violently around my ears. A fresh, warm torrent of fluid flooded my mouth. I kept my head pressed against her, swallowing the hot sweetness, holding her hips steady as the tremors racked her body.
When the powerful shaking finally stopped, I lifted my head. Bua immediately pulled my face up to hers, crashing her mouth onto mine. She was kissing me with the taste of her own chooť still fresh on my lips and tongue.
Bua pulled back, breathing deeply, a triumphant look in her eyes. "Mmm," Bua hummed, tasting her own lips.
Bua released my face and reached down, a clear signal that she was ready to move straight to sex. She pulled off my clothes. My trousers and underwear slid down, revealing my fully erect lunď. Seeing my lunď, Bua's eyes lit up again. My lunď was clearly longer and thicker than Rakesh's. While I didn't know what Bua's husband's lunď was like, the glow in Bua's eyes made it clear that my size was impressive.
Bua chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as she grabbed my lunď. "I must thank your chachis for all that ghee and good food they are feeding you, It has made your lunď this big and long. A true feast!" she said teasingly.
I responded with a slow smile, feeling a fresh surge of confidence.
Bua knelt down on the floor. She held my lunď in both hands, examining the thick head before opening her mouth and starting to suck on it. Half of my lunď was in Bua's mouth, and half was out. Bua was sucking very hard, almost aggressively, as if she were checking how much strength and stamina my lunď possessed.
The sensation was sharp and blinding. Bua's mouth was hot and wet, the pressure she applied was intense and unrelenting. Her tongue worked like a tight, rough band, circling the base and flicking the sensitive underside. She didn't use slow strokes; instead, she used quick, deep plunges, pulling her head away only to suck the tip of my lunď with a loud, wet sound. I could feel her throat muscles clenching as she worked deeper. The aggressive rhythm, fast and demanding, felt like a test—a silent challenge to my stamina. My back arched involuntarily, and my hands instinctively found her hair, gripping it tightly as I tried to control the rising heat. Every muscle in my body was tight; I was very close to letting go right there on the floor.
After a while, Bua stopped sucking. My lunď had passed the test. Bua lay down on the sofa, positioning herself. She held my lunď and guided it towards her chooť. But I pulled my lunď back. Bua looked up at me, her eyes asking silently what was wrong.
I put my head between Bua's thighs. I started giving light, soft kisses to Bua's chooť.I wanted to please one more time Bua in the best way possible. There were two reasons for this: First, I would get a new, willing chooť for my own pleasure. Secondly, by proving I was better than him, Bua would stop having sex with Rakesh.
I started licking Bua's chooť with my tongue. Bua immediately started moaning softly. I then started inserting my tongue deep into Bua's chooť. Bua was getting incredibly happy with my tongue-play. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense pleasure. Bua released her fluid again, the warm torrent soaking my mouth. I swallowed all the fluid, but I kept licking her chooť. Bua was getting excited again, and once again, she released her fluid.
Bua started taking long, gasping breaths, her body becoming normal after the powerful multiple orgasms. I felt that I shouldn't delay the main event any longer. I started rubbing my lunď forcefully on Bua's slick chooť. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense friction. Bua whispered urgently, "Insert it now."
I gave one powerful thrust. My lunď went in about two inches. A sharp "aah" came out of Bua's mouth. I gave another hard thrust, and my lunď sank in five inches. Bua's muffled scream came out. Because Raj was in the next room, Bua quickly pressed her lips together to stifle the sound. I immediately leaned forward and started sucking on Bua's lips, muffling her distress and helping her normalize.
As soon as Bua became calm, I gave a final, firm thrust. My entire lunď went completely into Bua's chooť. Bua's final scream was fully muffled inside my mouth. After two to three minutes, Bua became calm. I started moving my lunď slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the pressure. Bua was feeling a little pain, but it was quickly turning to pleasure. I started penetrating Bua with steady, deep movements. After a short while, Bua also started supporting me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I let go of Bua's lips, and now I increased my speed. Bua also started enjoying the furious pace. Bua released her fluid again. I was thinking whether Bua's chooť was a tap or something that was just releasing fluid after fluid.
I was nearing my own limit, but I wanted to explore her desire further. I told Bua to get off the sofa. "Bua, turn around," I said, my voice thick.
Bua moved without hesitation. She climbed onto the thick carpet, dropping to her knees and hands, presenting her arched back and her damp, inviting chooť to me.
I positioned myself behind her, kneeling close. The view was breathtaking: her large breasts hung heavy, swaying gently, while her hips were lifted slightly, making her chooť gape open just enough to show the slick, inner pinkness. I reached forward, cupping both her breasts firmly from behind, using the weight of them to steady myself.
With a powerful push, I drove my lunď back inside Bua's chooť. This deeper angle felt new and intense. Bua immediately let out a loud, muffled cry, burying her face into her arms to suppress the sound for Raj.
I held her steady, taking firm control of the movement. My rhythm was rougher, demanding, focused on deep, pounding thrusts. Each time my hips slammed against her gaand, I gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing the soft flesh. I could feel the powerful contractions inside her chooť with every stroke. The sound of wet flesh sliding and slapping filled the silence of the hall.
Bua began to moan urgently against the carpet, her gaand bucking back against me, trying to take all of my length. She shifted her weight, making her chooť even tighter around my lunď. I pressed into the deepest part of her, holding her breasts as her spine arched, pulling her body into a desperate, pleasurable curve.
The feeling was too intense to hold. I was consumed by the sight of her gaand moving and the feeling of her breasts filling my hands. My climax hit me like a shockwave. I groaned, locking my hips, and released my semen in a burning torrent deep into Bua's chooť.
I collapsed forward, my chest pressed against her sweat-slick back, my lunď still buried deep inside her. We stayed frozen there, panting heavily, the sweat covering both our bodies quickly cooling in the air. The silence of the hall returned, broken only by our labored breathing.
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The moment I saw Bua's eyes open, my world collapsed. My heart hammered with the force of a panic attack. I was utterly paralyzed, convinced Bua would scream, call my uncle, or call the security officer.
Pooja Bua got up from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulled her nighty down, fixing her clothes. Then, without a word, Bua took my hand and started pulling me out of the room. My fear had now completely taken over me. I thought Bua was going to throw me out of the house, perhaps lock the door and call my uncle. I was in no condition to resist or react; I was just quietly walking with Bua, waiting for the inevitable punishment. I felt a desperate sense that I deserved whatever pain she was about to inflict for the sin I had committed.
Bua brought me to the living room hall and stood in front of me. *What if Bua asks why I did this? What will I say?* Just thinking about the confrontation, my body started trembling violently. Bua was looking at me, but her face was unreadable. *Why hasn't Bua asked anything yet? Why hasn't she hit me?* I was bracing for her angry reaction.
Then, Bua moved. In a single, fluid motion, she reached up and took off her nighty. It fell in a silent heap to the floor. Bua was standing there, completely nude. She quickly reached out, gripped my head, and slammed her lips onto mine, initiating a fierce, demanding kiss.
I was completely unprepared. Bua was kissing me with a raw, pent-up passion. My initial shock quickly gave way to excitement, and I began to reciprocate. Bua was kissing very hard, sucking on my lips, sometimes drawing my tongue into her mouth, sometimes forcing her tongue deep into mine. I felt like my throat was drying up; it was as if she was drinking all my saliva, trying to pull the fear and hesitation right out of me.
Our kiss lasted for about ten minutes. Bua was not ready to let me go, but my lungs burned. I finally broke the kiss and separated from Bua, immediately running to the kitchen and greedily gulping down water. After normalizing my breathing, I returned to the hall.
I thought: *Whatever is happening is entirely by Bua's will. She was deliberately showing me her chooť. I was just too slow and too scared to read the signals. She must have realized I was terrified after she moaned and opened her eyes. That's why Bua kissed me: to get rid of my fear and show me what she wanted. She must have brought me outside because of Raj sleeping in the next room.*
Bua was sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily, completely nude. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Seeing her naked body, my erection returned instantly, banishing the last vestiges of my fear.
I went to Bua, gripped her head once more, and started kissing her fiercely. I wanted to show her that I was not a weak boy. This time, I was sucking on Bua's lips, kissing her with more excitement and control. After five minutes, I broke the kiss, knowing she still needed to breathe, having barely recovered from the first one.
Bua smiled, her eyes dark with desire. She ran a finger over her own swollen lips. "You know how to kiss, Avi," Bua whispered, her voice husky. Then her expression grew more intense. "Bua liked what you did on the bed, too. You made Bua feel very good."
She shifted her weight on the sofa, moving her chooť right to the very edge. The movement was slow and inviting. Bua then looked down at me, her eyes commanding. "Now, come back here and show me what your magic tongue can do."
I knelt between her thighs instantly. The air was thick with the scent of her desire and the faint, sweet musk of her recent release. I positioned myself, and this time, I was not gentle. I pressed my face hard against her wet, hot chooť and started licking with aggressive, sweeping movements. My tongue worked roughly over the sensitive skin, exploring the inner folds and focusing on the small, hard center.
Bua gasped, her hands immediately gripping the back of the sofa, her hips lifting high off the cushions. She started to moan deeply, a loud, sustained sound of pure pleasure. Her body was trembling against my head. I increased the pressure, running my tongue in hard, fast circles. Bua's gasps turned into desperate, ragged breaths. The pleasure was too much for her to hold back.
With a sudden, massive shudder, Bua climaxed again, her thighs clenching violently around my ears. A fresh, warm torrent of fluid flooded my mouth. I kept my head pressed against her, swallowing the hot sweetness, holding her hips steady as the tremors racked her body.
When the powerful shaking finally stopped, I lifted my head. Bua immediately pulled my face up to hers, crashing her mouth onto mine. She was kissing me with the taste of her own chooť still fresh on my lips and tongue.
Bua pulled back, breathing deeply, a triumphant look in her eyes. "Mmm," Bua hummed, tasting her own lips.
Bua released my face and reached down, a clear signal that she was ready to move straight to sex. She pulled off my clothes. My trousers and underwear slid down, revealing my fully erect lunď. Seeing my lunď, Bua's eyes lit up again. My lunď was clearly longer and thicker than Rakesh's. While I didn't know what Bua's husband's lunď was like, the glow in Bua's eyes made it clear that my size was impressive.
Bua chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as she grabbed my lunď. "I must thank your chachis for all that ghee and good food they are feeding you, It has made your lunď this big and long. A true feast!" she said teasingly.
I responded with a slow smile, feeling a fresh surge of confidence.
Bua knelt down on the floor. She held my lunď in both hands, examining the thick head before opening her mouth and starting to suck on it. Half of my lunď was in Bua's mouth, and half was out. Bua was sucking very hard, almost aggressively, as if she were checking how much strength and stamina my lunď possessed.
The sensation was sharp and blinding. Bua's mouth was hot and wet, the pressure she applied was intense and unrelenting. Her tongue worked like a tight, rough band, circling the base and flicking the sensitive underside. She didn't use slow strokes; instead, she used quick, deep plunges, pulling her head away only to suck the tip of my lunď with a loud, wet sound. I could feel her throat muscles clenching as she worked deeper. The aggressive rhythm, fast and demanding, felt like a test—a silent challenge to my stamina. My back arched involuntarily, and my hands instinctively found her hair, gripping it tightly as I tried to control the rising heat. Every muscle in my body was tight; I was very close to letting go right there on the floor.
After a while, Bua stopped sucking. My lunď had passed the test. Bua lay down on the sofa, positioning herself. She held my lunď and guided it towards her chooť. But I pulled my lunď back. Bua looked up at me, her eyes asking silently what was wrong.
I put my head between Bua's thighs. I started giving light, soft kisses to Bua's chooť.I wanted to please one more time Bua in the best way possible. There were two reasons for this: First, I would get a new, willing chooť for my own pleasure. Secondly, by proving I was better than him, Bua would stop having sex with Rakesh.
I started licking Bua's chooť with my tongue. Bua immediately started moaning softly. I then started inserting my tongue deep into Bua's chooť. Bua was getting incredibly happy with my tongue-play. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense pleasure. Bua released her fluid again, the warm torrent soaking my mouth. I swallowed all the fluid, but I kept licking her chooť. Bua was getting excited again, and once again, she released her fluid.
Bua started taking long, gasping breaths, her body becoming normal after the powerful multiple orgasms. I felt that I shouldn't delay the main event any longer. I started rubbing my lunď forcefully on Bua's slick chooť. It was now becoming difficult for Bua to bear the intense friction. Bua whispered urgently, "Insert it now."
I gave one powerful thrust. My lunď went in about two inches. A sharp "aah" came out of Bua's mouth. I gave another hard thrust, and my lunď sank in five inches. Bua's muffled scream came out. Because Raj was in the next room, Bua quickly pressed her lips together to stifle the sound. I immediately leaned forward and started sucking on Bua's lips, muffling her distress and helping her normalize.
As soon as Bua became calm, I gave a final, firm thrust. My entire lunď went completely into Bua's chooť. Bua's final scream was fully muffled inside my mouth. After two to three minutes, Bua became calm. I started moving my lunď slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the pressure. Bua was feeling a little pain, but it was quickly turning to pleasure. I started penetrating Bua with steady, deep movements. After a short while, Bua also started supporting me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I let go of Bua's lips, and now I increased my speed. Bua also started enjoying the furious pace. Bua released her fluid again. I was thinking whether Bua's chooť was a tap or something that was just releasing fluid after fluid.
I was nearing my own limit, but I wanted to explore her desire further. I told Bua to get off the sofa. "Bua, turn around," I said, my voice thick.
Bua moved without hesitation. She climbed onto the thick carpet, dropping to her knees and hands, presenting her arched back and her damp, inviting chooť to me.
I positioned myself behind her, kneeling close. The view was breathtaking: her large breasts hung heavy, swaying gently, while her hips were lifted slightly, making her chooť gape open just enough to show the slick, inner pinkness. I reached forward, cupping both her breasts firmly from behind, using the weight of them to steady myself.
With a powerful push, I drove my lunď back inside Bua's chooť. This deeper angle felt new and intense. Bua immediately let out a loud, muffled cry, burying her face into her arms to suppress the sound for Raj.
I held her steady, taking firm control of the movement. My rhythm was rougher, demanding, focused on deep, pounding thrusts. Each time my hips slammed against her gaand, I gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing the soft flesh. I could feel the powerful contractions inside her chooť with every stroke. The sound of wet flesh sliding and slapping filled the silence of the hall.
Bua began to moan urgently against the carpet, her gaand bucking back against me, trying to take all of my length. She shifted her weight, making her chooť even tighter around my lunď. I pressed into the deepest part of her, holding her breasts as her spine arched, pulling her body into a desperate, pleasurable curve.
The feeling was too intense to hold. I was consumed by the sight of her gaand moving and the feeling of her breasts filling my hands. My climax hit me like a shockwave. I groaned, locking my hips, and released my semen in a burning torrent deep into Bua's chooť.
I collapsed forward, my chest pressed against her sweat-slick back, my lunď still buried deep inside her. We stayed frozen there, panting heavily, the sweat covering both our bodies quickly cooling in the air. The silence of the hall returned, broken only by our labored breathing.
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