29-10-2025, 08:57 PM
## Update 71: The Price of Desire (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I was lying on the bed, still heavy with guilt, when I heard someone coming. I looked at the door; it was Meena Chachi. Seeing her eased the sudden knot of anxiety in my chest. She closed the door, walked toward me, and I saw a white cloth and a small bowl in her hands. It had oil in it.
Seeing the oil, I instantly understood that she had gone to the kitchen to get the necessary thing for me to fuck her gaand.
She gave me the bowl. Taking a deep breath, she took some oil from the bowl and started to apply it on my lunď. My lunď had gone soft after she left, but it was hard again now, shining under the careful touch of the oil.
"Here's the oil," Meena Chachi instructed, her gaze fixed on my lunď. "First, put it on your finger and massage my gaand. Then fuck my gaand with your finger to make a space for the lunď. Remember, your uncle has never fucked my gaand."
After hearing what Chachi said, I asked, "Are you not mad at me?"
"Could I ever be mad at you?" Meena Chachi countered, shaking her head gently.
"Now hurry up and fuck my gaand, or I'll change my mind. And yes, put your semen in my chooť. If you don't, I won't let you fuck my gaand next time," she warned, her eyes holding a mix of instruction and suppressed excitement.
I put a good amount of oil on my finger. Chachi turned and got on her hands and knees, presenting her body to me. I started to move my finger around the tight hole of her gaand.
Chachi's gaand was incredibly tight. I put some pressure on my finger, and it slid into Chachi's tight opening. A small, sharp scream escaped from her mouth, quickly cut short.
I moved my finger back and forth, slowly working the passage open. As soon as Chachi started to feel pleasure, I took the bowl of oil and poured the remaining amount onto her gaand. My fingers were wet with oil again. Now, I put my second finger in and started to fuck Chachi's gaand with two fingers. When I felt that her gaand was open enough, I took my fingers out.
"Put it in, but do it slowly," Chachi whispered, before taking the white cloth and placing it securely in her mouth so that Suman Chachi couldn't hear her voice. Seeing this preparation, my excitement intensified.
I put some more oil on my lunď. I placed the rest of the oil on her gaand. I placed my lunď on her gaand hole and thrust once, and the top part of my lunď went into her gaand. A muffled scream escaped from her mouth. Hearing the sudden, stifled sound, I decided to stop for a moment. I stayed still and started to press Chachi's breasts gently. After staying like that for two minutes, Chachi's pain lessened.
Then I thrust again, and my lunď went four inches in. Chachi was in pain. Tears came to her eyes. The cloth in her mouth kept her from saying anything, but I understood what she was telling me to do. I remembered Pooja Bua, how I had fuck her gaand in a hurry, and she never let me touch her gaand again. I didn't want to lose Chachi's gaand. I stopped for a while and started to move the half-in lunď back and forth. Chachi was in pain, but it wasn't the searing agony of the first time.
After fuck her gaand slowly for a while, I put my finger into her chooť. This started to give Chachi some relief. She was also getting pleasure from the friction. Seeing this, I put my lunď all the way in with one final thrust. Chachi screamed again, but the cloth in her mouth muffled her cry. Chachi looked back at me; there were tears in her eyes.
The pain was visible on her face. I understood what she meant by looking back at me, but she never told me to stop. I couldn't understand what was going on in her mind. I started moving my finger back and forth in her chooť. I was trying to lessen her pain by pushing my finger hard into her chooť. My efforts started to pay off. Water came out of Chachi's chooť. With the release of water, Chachi felt some relief. Her pain lessened considerably.
Then I started to move my lunď back and forth slowly. Chachi was very strong; she started to enjoy it quickly. I also started to increase my speed. I was thrusting. Moaning sounds were coming from behind the cloth in her mouth. Then I increased my speed even more. After a while, Chachi was also in my rhythm. She would move her gaand back with my thrusts, which made my lunď go in easily.
I was thrusting, and Chachi was also thrusting. I was fuck her gaand with my lunď and she was enjoying my lunď with her gaand.
I would thrust from behind and she would move her gaand back. My strength and her strength worked together. But I had to give up in front of her tight gaand. After twenty minutes, I felt that I was about to release my semen. I immediately took my lunď out of her gaand and put it in her chooť. After ten quick thrusts in her chooť, I released my semen. After releasing my semen, I took my lunď out and fell onto the bed, completely spent.
I looked at Chachi's face; there was no pain on it now, only deep satisfaction. She took the cloth out of her mouth and took a deep, shuddering breath. She lay on the bed for a while. Then she got up and started to get dressed. After getting dressed, she picked up the white cloth and the bowl of oil.
She kissed me on my head, a gentle, possessive gesture, and left for her room. Her kiss told me that she wasn't mad at me. She also enjoyed having her gaand fuck. After she left, I fell asleep naked, thinking about our sex.
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I was lying on the bed, still heavy with guilt, when I heard someone coming. I looked at the door; it was Meena Chachi. Seeing her eased the sudden knot of anxiety in my chest. She closed the door, walked toward me, and I saw a white cloth and a small bowl in her hands. It had oil in it.
Seeing the oil, I instantly understood that she had gone to the kitchen to get the necessary thing for me to fuck her gaand.
She gave me the bowl. Taking a deep breath, she took some oil from the bowl and started to apply it on my lunď. My lunď had gone soft after she left, but it was hard again now, shining under the careful touch of the oil.
"Here's the oil," Meena Chachi instructed, her gaze fixed on my lunď. "First, put it on your finger and massage my gaand. Then fuck my gaand with your finger to make a space for the lunď. Remember, your uncle has never fucked my gaand."
After hearing what Chachi said, I asked, "Are you not mad at me?"
"Could I ever be mad at you?" Meena Chachi countered, shaking her head gently.
"Now hurry up and fuck my gaand, or I'll change my mind. And yes, put your semen in my chooť. If you don't, I won't let you fuck my gaand next time," she warned, her eyes holding a mix of instruction and suppressed excitement.
I put a good amount of oil on my finger. Chachi turned and got on her hands and knees, presenting her body to me. I started to move my finger around the tight hole of her gaand.
Chachi's gaand was incredibly tight. I put some pressure on my finger, and it slid into Chachi's tight opening. A small, sharp scream escaped from her mouth, quickly cut short.
I moved my finger back and forth, slowly working the passage open. As soon as Chachi started to feel pleasure, I took the bowl of oil and poured the remaining amount onto her gaand. My fingers were wet with oil again. Now, I put my second finger in and started to fuck Chachi's gaand with two fingers. When I felt that her gaand was open enough, I took my fingers out.
"Put it in, but do it slowly," Chachi whispered, before taking the white cloth and placing it securely in her mouth so that Suman Chachi couldn't hear her voice. Seeing this preparation, my excitement intensified.
I put some more oil on my lunď. I placed the rest of the oil on her gaand. I placed my lunď on her gaand hole and thrust once, and the top part of my lunď went into her gaand. A muffled scream escaped from her mouth. Hearing the sudden, stifled sound, I decided to stop for a moment. I stayed still and started to press Chachi's breasts gently. After staying like that for two minutes, Chachi's pain lessened.
Then I thrust again, and my lunď went four inches in. Chachi was in pain. Tears came to her eyes. The cloth in her mouth kept her from saying anything, but I understood what she was telling me to do. I remembered Pooja Bua, how I had fuck her gaand in a hurry, and she never let me touch her gaand again. I didn't want to lose Chachi's gaand. I stopped for a while and started to move the half-in lunď back and forth. Chachi was in pain, but it wasn't the searing agony of the first time.
After fuck her gaand slowly for a while, I put my finger into her chooť. This started to give Chachi some relief. She was also getting pleasure from the friction. Seeing this, I put my lunď all the way in with one final thrust. Chachi screamed again, but the cloth in her mouth muffled her cry. Chachi looked back at me; there were tears in her eyes.
The pain was visible on her face. I understood what she meant by looking back at me, but she never told me to stop. I couldn't understand what was going on in her mind. I started moving my finger back and forth in her chooť. I was trying to lessen her pain by pushing my finger hard into her chooť. My efforts started to pay off. Water came out of Chachi's chooť. With the release of water, Chachi felt some relief. Her pain lessened considerably.
Then I started to move my lunď back and forth slowly. Chachi was very strong; she started to enjoy it quickly. I also started to increase my speed. I was thrusting. Moaning sounds were coming from behind the cloth in her mouth. Then I increased my speed even more. After a while, Chachi was also in my rhythm. She would move her gaand back with my thrusts, which made my lunď go in easily.
I was thrusting, and Chachi was also thrusting. I was fuck her gaand with my lunď and she was enjoying my lunď with her gaand.
I would thrust from behind and she would move her gaand back. My strength and her strength worked together. But I had to give up in front of her tight gaand. After twenty minutes, I felt that I was about to release my semen. I immediately took my lunď out of her gaand and put it in her chooť. After ten quick thrusts in her chooť, I released my semen. After releasing my semen, I took my lunď out and fell onto the bed, completely spent.
I looked at Chachi's face; there was no pain on it now, only deep satisfaction. She took the cloth out of her mouth and took a deep, shuddering breath. She lay on the bed for a while. Then she got up and started to get dressed. After getting dressed, she picked up the white cloth and the bowl of oil.
She kissed me on my head, a gentle, possessive gesture, and left for her room. Her kiss told me that she wasn't mad at me. She also enjoyed having her gaand fuck. After she left, I fell asleep naked, thinking about our sex.
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