29-10-2025, 11:39 PM
## Update 82: The Afternoon Plan (Avi and Meena Chachi)
When I woke up in the morning, I immediately started to work out, determined to get my energy back. While working out, the memory of Seema Chachi's gaand, shown so perfectly on her hands and knees, kept coming into my mind. I somehow finished my work, pushing the thought away, and started studying. In the afternoon, unable to stop wanting it, I called Meena Chachi to my room.
Meena Chachi walked in, looking happy. "Did you have fun last night with Seema Didi?" she asked, walking toward me.
I leaned back in my chair. "Yes. I had fun," I admitted, "but not as much as with you, Chachi."
Meena Chachi placed her hands on her hips, her smile becoming knowing. "Why? What's so special about me that makes me better?" she asked, her voice soft.
"You're different," I explained, trying to find the right words. "You let me be rougher. But..."
Meena Chachi tilted her head, clearly wanting to know more. "But what? Spit it out," she pushed gently.
"Seema Chachi's way of sucking lunď was clearly better than yours," I admitted, looking down.
Meena Chachi nodded, looking calm and accepting. "I know what my Didi is good at. I taught her a few things myself," she confessed.
"You know everything that happens in this house," I observed, looking around.
Meena Chachi walked to the window, looking at the yard outside. "I have to know, Avi. This house is still standing and peaceful because of me and my planning," she stated simply.
I started to think about what I wanted to ask, figuring out the best way to say it.
Meena Chachi turned back to me. "What are you thinking so seriously about?" she asked, seeing the change in my face.
"I wanted to talk to you about something important regarding last night," I confessed, my voice a little lower.
"Yes, tell me what you want to talk about," Meena Chachi encouraged, sensing my serious mood.
"Seema Chachi screams during sex," I explained, leaning forward on the desk.
Meena Chachi shrugged, not worried. "Every woman screams during sex, especially after your performance," she said, smiling.
"Meaning she can't control herself like you do?" I clarified, pointing out the difference.
Meena Chachi paused, thinking back to the previous night. "I didn't hear anything last night, so I don't know what you mean," she admitted, shaking her head.
"You didn't understand what I said," I insisted, feeling frustrated.
Meena Chachi moved her hand impatiently. "Then explain it to me clearly," she demanded.
"When we have sex for the second time," I began, avoiding her eyes, my voice quiet.
Meena Chachi smiled to herself, understanding what I meant and my desire. "What about the second time, when you're rougher?" she finished for me.
"I was saying..." I stammered, gathering my courage.
"You're saying that you don't have enough fun when you have sex the second time, because you want a deeper connection. Am I right?" Meena Chachi finished for me, helping me ask the difficult question.
"Yes, that's partly what I'm saying," I admitted, looking up. "I was thinking of fucking Seema Chachi's gaand just like I did with you, Chachi. And then putting the semen in her chooť to finish the job."
Meena Chachi's face hardened, and she shook her head strongly. "No, that absolutely can't happen. Your lunď is big and hard. Didi has never had her gaand fucked before. If you fuck Didi's gaand, Suman Chachi will see the clear sign of pain on Seema Chachi's face or Suman Didi will find out eventually."
"I fucked your gaand too, Chachi," I reminded her, crossing my arms stubbornly. "I'll fuck Seema Chachi's gaand in the same careful way."
"My case was different," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the door quickly. "It hurt me very much, but I stopped myself from screaming because I knew you were being watched. Didi won't be able to stop herself from making a sound or crying out from the first push."
I got upset, frustrated that she wouldn't trust me. I looked away from Meena Chachi.
"Hey, why don't you understand the risk?" Meena Chachi demanded, trying to make me feel better.
"You know what happens to me when we do it a second time—I lose control and want to go deep and hard," I argued, showing how much I needed this. "And still, you're not agreeing with my suggestion."
Meena Chachi paused, thinking about the problem, tapping her chin with her finger. "Did you ask Seema Didi if she wants you to fuck her gaand? It has to be her choice."
"No," I admitted, looking guilty. "I thought you would convince her to try it, since you convinced her to spy on us."
Meena Chachi raised her eyebrows, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I should have to do this convincing too? You should at least try to persuade her yourself."
"Yes," I insisted, giving her my most charming look.
"Okay," Meena Chachi sighed, giving in to my pleading eyes. "I'll do something to arrange it. But we can't do this dangerous act at night, it's too risky with Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha in the house."
"Then we'll do it during the day," I suggested instantly, a solution coming to mind.
Meena Chachi thought for a long moment, figuring out the chance of getting Suman Chachi out of the house. "Do you want to do it today, then?"
"Today? That soon?" I asked, a huge smile spreading across my face.
"Don't worry about Suman Didi," Meena Chachi said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll take Suman Didi to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit right now. You'll have two clear hours to fuck Seema Chachi's gaand and finish your business."
"In two hours, I can fuck her gaand twice and still have time left over," I boasted confidently.
"And yes," Meena Chachi added, pointing her finger at me in warning, "I'm not going to tell Seema Didi that I planned this and that you are going to fuck her gaand. You handle that first shock and persuasion yourself."
"I'll handle that," I promised, my mind already racing with how to make Seema Chachi agree.
"Okay. In twenty minutes, Suman Didi and I will leave. Be quick, and do your work," Meena Chachi instructed, walking to the door.
I gave a strong salute. "Consider the work done, Chachi," I told her.
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When I woke up in the morning, I immediately started to work out, determined to get my energy back. While working out, the memory of Seema Chachi's gaand, shown so perfectly on her hands and knees, kept coming into my mind. I somehow finished my work, pushing the thought away, and started studying. In the afternoon, unable to stop wanting it, I called Meena Chachi to my room.
Meena Chachi walked in, looking happy. "Did you have fun last night with Seema Didi?" she asked, walking toward me.
I leaned back in my chair. "Yes. I had fun," I admitted, "but not as much as with you, Chachi."
Meena Chachi placed her hands on her hips, her smile becoming knowing. "Why? What's so special about me that makes me better?" she asked, her voice soft.
"You're different," I explained, trying to find the right words. "You let me be rougher. But..."
Meena Chachi tilted her head, clearly wanting to know more. "But what? Spit it out," she pushed gently.
"Seema Chachi's way of sucking lunď was clearly better than yours," I admitted, looking down.
Meena Chachi nodded, looking calm and accepting. "I know what my Didi is good at. I taught her a few things myself," she confessed.
"You know everything that happens in this house," I observed, looking around.
Meena Chachi walked to the window, looking at the yard outside. "I have to know, Avi. This house is still standing and peaceful because of me and my planning," she stated simply.
I started to think about what I wanted to ask, figuring out the best way to say it.
Meena Chachi turned back to me. "What are you thinking so seriously about?" she asked, seeing the change in my face.
"I wanted to talk to you about something important regarding last night," I confessed, my voice a little lower.
"Yes, tell me what you want to talk about," Meena Chachi encouraged, sensing my serious mood.
"Seema Chachi screams during sex," I explained, leaning forward on the desk.
Meena Chachi shrugged, not worried. "Every woman screams during sex, especially after your performance," she said, smiling.
"Meaning she can't control herself like you do?" I clarified, pointing out the difference.
Meena Chachi paused, thinking back to the previous night. "I didn't hear anything last night, so I don't know what you mean," she admitted, shaking her head.
"You didn't understand what I said," I insisted, feeling frustrated.
Meena Chachi moved her hand impatiently. "Then explain it to me clearly," she demanded.
"When we have sex for the second time," I began, avoiding her eyes, my voice quiet.
Meena Chachi smiled to herself, understanding what I meant and my desire. "What about the second time, when you're rougher?" she finished for me.
"I was saying..." I stammered, gathering my courage.
"You're saying that you don't have enough fun when you have sex the second time, because you want a deeper connection. Am I right?" Meena Chachi finished for me, helping me ask the difficult question.
"Yes, that's partly what I'm saying," I admitted, looking up. "I was thinking of fucking Seema Chachi's gaand just like I did with you, Chachi. And then putting the semen in her chooť to finish the job."
Meena Chachi's face hardened, and she shook her head strongly. "No, that absolutely can't happen. Your lunď is big and hard. Didi has never had her gaand fucked before. If you fuck Didi's gaand, Suman Chachi will see the clear sign of pain on Seema Chachi's face or Suman Didi will find out eventually."
"I fucked your gaand too, Chachi," I reminded her, crossing my arms stubbornly. "I'll fuck Seema Chachi's gaand in the same careful way."
"My case was different," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the door quickly. "It hurt me very much, but I stopped myself from screaming because I knew you were being watched. Didi won't be able to stop herself from making a sound or crying out from the first push."
I got upset, frustrated that she wouldn't trust me. I looked away from Meena Chachi.
"Hey, why don't you understand the risk?" Meena Chachi demanded, trying to make me feel better.
"You know what happens to me when we do it a second time—I lose control and want to go deep and hard," I argued, showing how much I needed this. "And still, you're not agreeing with my suggestion."
Meena Chachi paused, thinking about the problem, tapping her chin with her finger. "Did you ask Seema Didi if she wants you to fuck her gaand? It has to be her choice."
"No," I admitted, looking guilty. "I thought you would convince her to try it, since you convinced her to spy on us."
Meena Chachi raised her eyebrows, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I should have to do this convincing too? You should at least try to persuade her yourself."
"Yes," I insisted, giving her my most charming look.
"Okay," Meena Chachi sighed, giving in to my pleading eyes. "I'll do something to arrange it. But we can't do this dangerous act at night, it's too risky with Suman Didi and Avi's Chacha in the house."
"Then we'll do it during the day," I suggested instantly, a solution coming to mind.
Meena Chachi thought for a long moment, figuring out the chance of getting Suman Chachi out of the house. "Do you want to do it today, then?"
"Today? That soon?" I asked, a huge smile spreading across my face.
"Don't worry about Suman Didi," Meena Chachi said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll take Suman Didi to Mangala Kaki's house for a long visit right now. You'll have two clear hours to fuck Seema Chachi's gaand and finish your business."
"In two hours, I can fuck her gaand twice and still have time left over," I boasted confidently.
"And yes," Meena Chachi added, pointing her finger at me in warning, "I'm not going to tell Seema Didi that I planned this and that you are going to fuck her gaand. You handle that first shock and persuasion yourself."
"I'll handle that," I promised, my mind already racing with how to make Seema Chachi agree.
"Okay. In twenty minutes, Suman Didi and I will leave. Be quick, and do your work," Meena Chachi instructed, walking to the door.
I gave a strong salute. "Consider the work done, Chachi," I told her.
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