29-10-2025, 12:32 AM
## Update 70: The Unspoken Demand (Avi and Meena Chachi)
Yesterday, my Chachi started the game. Today, it was my turn to begin the ritual. I took off my clothes, laid them aside, and waited for her.
After a little while, Meena Chachi came into the room. I stood in front of her, completely naked. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face when she saw me. Without a word, she began removing her own clothes. It was clear she’d stopped wearing any underwear; her chooť was shining, meticulously clean—she must have prepared herself thoroughly after her dutiful sex with my Chacha.
Fully undressed, she walked over to me. I gently laid her down on the bed, immediately covering her with my body and beginning to kiss her.
After a short, passionate interval, I broke the kiss. The way she was participating was not what I had expected; she was no passive victim. She knew everything about sex. She suddenly pulled away and guided me. "Let's try the 69 position," she murmured against my ear. I was momentarily shocked, but we quickly maneuvered into the position. She started to suck my lunď with an urgent, practiced force. Her chooť was open and slick, a combination of my Chacha's brief visit and the two days of sex with me. I dove in, starting to suck her chooť with equal hunger. We gave each other pleasure like that, the sounds of mutual desire filling the room.
I couldn't stand the separation any longer. I lifted my head, panting. "I want to fuck your chooť now," I told her bluntly, my voice rough.
she immediately stopped sucking my lunď as soon as she heard my demand. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. Seeing her gaand, a powerful, raw desire hit me. *I wanted to fuck her ass.* But how could I make that request? I put the thought of her gaand out of my mind, focusing on the immediate goal.
I placed my lunď on her chooť and pushed it all the way in with one swift thrust. A sharp, stifled scream escaped from my Chachi's mouth, quickly bitten back. After stopping for a heart-pounding moment, I began to thrust. After a while, my Chachi started to move her ass rhythmically with each thrust, which significantly heightened the pleasure for me.
I continued to have sex with her in that doggy-style position for ten minutes. I noticed a flicker of pain cross her features. Seeing this, I gently laid her down on the bed. I slid my lunď back into her chooť and resumed thrusting. After about twenty minutes of intense sex, I released my semen deep into her chooť and collapsed on top of her.
We lay on the bed for fifteen minutes, recovering. As soon as my Chachi felt a surge of returning energy, she separated herself from me and took my lunď into her mouth. She started to suck it expertly. *What kind of potent magic did she possess?* As soon as my lunď entered her mouth, it became rock hard again.
When my lunď was hard, she stopped sucking it. She held my lunď in her hand and placed it directly on her chooť. I didn't thrust my lunď in; it stayed resting there. She was waiting, her eyes urging me on, but I held back. She let go of my lunď and looked up at me, a question in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Avi? Why did you stop?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice tight with concern.
I didn't answer right away. I pulled my hand from under my head and ran it over my forehead, my gaze distant. "Nothing."
"Then why aren't you having sex? Are you tired, or did I do something wrong?" Meena Chachi pressed, her eyes searching mine.
"It's nothing like that. You didn't do anything wrong," I insisted.
"Then why did you stop?" Meena Chachi raised herself onto one elbow, her eyes demanding an answer, her voice firm.
"Well..." I hesitated.
"Just say what you want to say. Don't be afraid of me," Meena Chachi touched my arm, trying to reassure me.
"Before you came here, did you have sex with my Chachaji?"
"Yes. I have to do it with your Chachaji. If I don't, he'll become suspicious," Meena Chachi sighed, a small sound of resignation.
"What's my Chachaji doing now?"
"I gave him a sleeping pill and he's asleep. He won't wake up. But why are you asking this?" Meena Chachi wondered aloud.
"Well, you had sex with my Chachaji and now you've had sex with me. Twice."
"I told you I'll have sex with you one more time. I want to," Meena Chachi confirmed, her hand resting on my hip.
"I also want to have sex with you one more time."
"Then why did you stop? What is it?" Meena Chachi demanded, her brow furrowed.
"You've already had sex twice. Your chooť must be loose. And my semen is already inside it. Frankly, it won't be as pleasurable now," I explained, the words tasting cold and selfish.
"So you won't have sex with me? Won't you make me a mother?" Meena Chachi grabbed my wrist, a flash of fear crossing her face.
"It's not that at all. I will have sex with you, but from behind. I want to hit your gaand," I stated my demand clearly.
"What? You want to hit my gaand? Your Chachaji has never even asked to hit my gaand! You know I can't become a mother by that route," Meena Chachi exclaimed, pulling her hand away in shock. "Then why do you insist on hitting my gaand? Once I become a mother, you can hit it; I won't refuse."
*I knew she was prioritizing pregnancy, but she was ignoring my desire, the very desire she needed to fuel her goal.* *My excitement was fading.*
I reached out and gently traced her hip. "I know we can't make a baby by hitting your gaand. I'm saying this is your third time, and there won't be much pleasure from the front now. I won't get the same excitement I had a little while ago," I argued, maintaining eye contact. "I want to hit your gaand. I will definitely hit your gaand, but I will put my semen in your chooť after. This will make you happy and give me the pleasure I need to continue."
Hearing this, my Chachi slowly slid off the bed. She walked away from me, her back rigid. She crossed the room and opened the door. She left the room naked without saying a single word. I just stood there, watching the vacant doorway. I was immediately hit by a cold wave of guilt. My heart hammered against my ribs; a knot of shame tightened in my gut. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat. I thought my Chachi was furious with me. She was so angry that she left the room in plain view, unconcerned with being seen. I felt like I had hurt her deeply with my selfish demand. I lay back on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. The silence of the room was suddenly deafening, replaced only by the ringing sound of my shame and anxiety.
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Yesterday, my Chachi started the game. Today, it was my turn to begin the ritual. I took off my clothes, laid them aside, and waited for her.
After a little while, Meena Chachi came into the room. I stood in front of her, completely naked. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face when she saw me. Without a word, she began removing her own clothes. It was clear she’d stopped wearing any underwear; her chooť was shining, meticulously clean—she must have prepared herself thoroughly after her dutiful sex with my Chacha.
Fully undressed, she walked over to me. I gently laid her down on the bed, immediately covering her with my body and beginning to kiss her.
After a short, passionate interval, I broke the kiss. The way she was participating was not what I had expected; she was no passive victim. She knew everything about sex. She suddenly pulled away and guided me. "Let's try the 69 position," she murmured against my ear. I was momentarily shocked, but we quickly maneuvered into the position. She started to suck my lunď with an urgent, practiced force. Her chooť was open and slick, a combination of my Chacha's brief visit and the two days of sex with me. I dove in, starting to suck her chooť with equal hunger. We gave each other pleasure like that, the sounds of mutual desire filling the room.
I couldn't stand the separation any longer. I lifted my head, panting. "I want to fuck your chooť now," I told her bluntly, my voice rough.
she immediately stopped sucking my lunď as soon as she heard my demand. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. Seeing her gaand, a powerful, raw desire hit me. *I wanted to fuck her ass.* But how could I make that request? I put the thought of her gaand out of my mind, focusing on the immediate goal.
I placed my lunď on her chooť and pushed it all the way in with one swift thrust. A sharp, stifled scream escaped from my Chachi's mouth, quickly bitten back. After stopping for a heart-pounding moment, I began to thrust. After a while, my Chachi started to move her ass rhythmically with each thrust, which significantly heightened the pleasure for me.
I continued to have sex with her in that doggy-style position for ten minutes. I noticed a flicker of pain cross her features. Seeing this, I gently laid her down on the bed. I slid my lunď back into her chooť and resumed thrusting. After about twenty minutes of intense sex, I released my semen deep into her chooť and collapsed on top of her.
We lay on the bed for fifteen minutes, recovering. As soon as my Chachi felt a surge of returning energy, she separated herself from me and took my lunď into her mouth. She started to suck it expertly. *What kind of potent magic did she possess?* As soon as my lunď entered her mouth, it became rock hard again.
When my lunď was hard, she stopped sucking it. She held my lunď in her hand and placed it directly on her chooť. I didn't thrust my lunď in; it stayed resting there. She was waiting, her eyes urging me on, but I held back. She let go of my lunď and looked up at me, a question in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Avi? Why did you stop?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice tight with concern.
I didn't answer right away. I pulled my hand from under my head and ran it over my forehead, my gaze distant. "Nothing."
"Then why aren't you having sex? Are you tired, or did I do something wrong?" Meena Chachi pressed, her eyes searching mine.
"It's nothing like that. You didn't do anything wrong," I insisted.
"Then why did you stop?" Meena Chachi raised herself onto one elbow, her eyes demanding an answer, her voice firm.
"Well..." I hesitated.
"Just say what you want to say. Don't be afraid of me," Meena Chachi touched my arm, trying to reassure me.
"Before you came here, did you have sex with my Chachaji?"
"Yes. I have to do it with your Chachaji. If I don't, he'll become suspicious," Meena Chachi sighed, a small sound of resignation.
"What's my Chachaji doing now?"
"I gave him a sleeping pill and he's asleep. He won't wake up. But why are you asking this?" Meena Chachi wondered aloud.
"Well, you had sex with my Chachaji and now you've had sex with me. Twice."
"I told you I'll have sex with you one more time. I want to," Meena Chachi confirmed, her hand resting on my hip.
"I also want to have sex with you one more time."
"Then why did you stop? What is it?" Meena Chachi demanded, her brow furrowed.
"You've already had sex twice. Your chooť must be loose. And my semen is already inside it. Frankly, it won't be as pleasurable now," I explained, the words tasting cold and selfish.
"So you won't have sex with me? Won't you make me a mother?" Meena Chachi grabbed my wrist, a flash of fear crossing her face.
"It's not that at all. I will have sex with you, but from behind. I want to hit your gaand," I stated my demand clearly.
"What? You want to hit my gaand? Your Chachaji has never even asked to hit my gaand! You know I can't become a mother by that route," Meena Chachi exclaimed, pulling her hand away in shock. "Then why do you insist on hitting my gaand? Once I become a mother, you can hit it; I won't refuse."
*I knew she was prioritizing pregnancy, but she was ignoring my desire, the very desire she needed to fuel her goal.* *My excitement was fading.*
I reached out and gently traced her hip. "I know we can't make a baby by hitting your gaand. I'm saying this is your third time, and there won't be much pleasure from the front now. I won't get the same excitement I had a little while ago," I argued, maintaining eye contact. "I want to hit your gaand. I will definitely hit your gaand, but I will put my semen in your chooť after. This will make you happy and give me the pleasure I need to continue."
Hearing this, my Chachi slowly slid off the bed. She walked away from me, her back rigid. She crossed the room and opened the door. She left the room naked without saying a single word. I just stood there, watching the vacant doorway. I was immediately hit by a cold wave of guilt. My heart hammered against my ribs; a knot of shame tightened in my gut. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat. I thought my Chachi was furious with me. She was so angry that she left the room in plain view, unconcerned with being seen. I felt like I had hurt her deeply with my selfish demand. I lay back on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. The silence of the room was suddenly deafening, replaced only by the ringing sound of my shame and anxiety.
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