12-11-2025, 12:42 AM
## Update 101: A New Arrangement (Avi and Pooja Bua)
When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was my Suman Chachi, instead of Meena Chachi next to me. Suman Chachi woke me up with a soft, affectionate touch and kissed my head, her eyes still a little red from her tears last night. I felt a surge of gratitude for both of them. We went about our morning routine. I had nothing to do but rest and enjoy myself. The exams were completely over. I had a glorious three months to enjoy my long vacation.
After working out and taking a refreshing bath, I felt energized and went outside to play for a while. After stretching my legs, I headed straight to Pooja Bua's house. Kavita, Leena, and Raj's exams had just started, so the house was relatively quiet.
I found Pooja Bua alone in the main room, folding clothes. She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise and then blazing with recognition. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she dropped the fabric in her hands, recognizing the intense, primal need in my expression.
"Avi... you can't, not right now," Pooja Bua whispered, glancing instinctively toward the closed door of the house. The sight of her, dressed in a loose saree, with the promise of her growing belly beneath, only fueled my desire.
I didn't waste time on talk. I went to Pooja Bua's room, grabbing her hand and pulling her with me, not toward the bedroom, but toward the relative privacy of the kitchen. I backed her against the cool, marble counter, trapping her body with mine. The heat radiating off my body contrasted sharply with the cold stone behind her.
"Two months, Bua," I growled, my voice low and thick. "Two long months without you."
I silenced her next protest with a savage kiss, claiming her mouth with an urgency that stole her breath. My hands immediately went to the front of her saree, ripping the cloth away to expose her full, heavy breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I freed her. My mouth descended, pulling on a nipple, while my hands quickly worked to lift her saree and loosen her petticoat.
She was already wet. The two months of abstinence, the tension of the house, and the mere sight of me had made her chooť ache. "Avi, please, the door isn't locked," she pleaded, her voice breathy, but she made no move to stop me.
"No one is coming," I promised, already dropping my own trousers and underwear to free my hard, thick lunď. I mounted the counter slightly, forcing her to lean back further. I guided the tip of my lunď to her slick chooť entrance. I started slowly, agonizingly slowly, to slide in, pushing against the swollen lips of her desire.
"Ahhh... Avi," Pooja Bua gasped, clutching my shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, focusing entirely on the feeling of my lunď filling her to capacity.
I continued the rhythm gently for the first few minutes, moving with the measured pace of a lover savoring a reunion. I watched her face, seeing the tension melt into pleasure, the small cries of release building in her throat. My lunď felt massive and hot inside her, expanding her perfectly.
"You said no ganď again," I reminded her, pulling back slightly, the friction of the withdrawal making her whine.
"I know, but Avi... I can't think when you do this. Your lunď... it's too much," Pooja Bua whimpered. She was already half-mad with thirst, her fingers digging into my back. "Just once, Avi... but be quick, please."
I pulled out completely. Her chooť pulsed, dripping onto the counter edge. I spun her around, bending her over the counter. I quickly spat on the hole of her ganď, providing the only lubrication I had. My lunď pressed against the tight, waiting muscle. She flinched, remembering the pain.
This time, I didn't ease in. I gave a single, hard thrust, ramming the tip of my lunď deep into her ganď. A sharp, muffled cry escaped Pooja Bua's lips, her whole body momentarily convulsing against the cold marble. I held her tight, letting her adjust to the unexpected intrusion.
My patience was gone now. The slow, gentle phase was over. This was a raw, rough, and aggressive session to release two months of frustration. I pulled back a few inches and then began to fuck her ganď with furious, relentless pumps. My hips hammered against her backside.
"Faster, Avi! Don't stop!" Pooja Bua cried out, no longer complaining about the pain but demanding the release that only this aggression could provide.
I matched her demand, increasing my speed and force until the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed slightly in the quiet kitchen. I was utterly satisfied; after two months, I had her chooť and her ganď, and my thick lunď was working its magic. I continued the relentless, hard thrusting, driving myself deeper and harder with every stroke, until the massive internal build-up became unbearable. With a final, explosive series of thrusts, I released my hot, thick semen inside her ganď, flooding with my pent-up passion.
I immediately withdrew, my lunď slick and spent, and Pooja Bua collapsed forward onto the counter, her breath ragged, her body trembling with exhaustion and climax. She was incredibly satisfied.
After a minute, I pulled her close, kissed her sweaty forehead, and quickly pulled up my clothes.
After fucking Pooja Bua, I went home, ate a quick lunch, and immediately fell into a deep sleep in the afternoon. I was completely drained from the morning's activities.
"Avi, wake up right now. We have to go to the market," a voice said, and a hand shook my shoulder. It was Meena Chachi.
"Just let me sleep, Chachi. I'm so comfortable," I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my head.
"Wake up, or I'll throw water on you right here," Meena Chachi threatened, her voice determined.
"Wait, wait, I'm getting up!" I said, throwing the covers off.
"Come on, we have to go to the market, and I need you with me," Meena Chachi urged.
"I'll be ready in just ten minutes, I promise," I said, hopping off the bed.
Meena Chachi and I then went to the market. She went straight to Mangala Kaki's shop to buy some things. Meena Chachi and the Kaki immediately started talking about village matters. I noticed Rati standing quietly in the shop, and we exchanged quick, loaded glances, a silent recognition of Meena Chachi's plan.
Meena Chachi leaned over the counter. "How are things in the shop, Kaki? All good?"
"Everything is good, Meena," Mangala Kaki replied, stacking some goods.
"There's been no new news about Rati," Meena Chachi remarked casually, glancing at the girl.
"Yes. She just sits with me in the shop now to help," Mangala Kaki said.
"Well, I have a possible job for Rati," Meena Chachi announced, dropping the bombshell.
Mangala Kaki immediately became defensive, shaking her head. "What kind of job? I won't send her anywhere to work for strangers."
"At least listen to the proposition first," Meena Chachi said, calming her down.
"Yes, tell me what you have in mind," Mangala Kaki said, crossing her arms.
"You know I'm going to be a mother soon, along with the others. So Suman Didi was saying that we should hire a trustworthy girl to do the heavy household work for us for a few months," Meena Chachi explained, using her pregnancy as leverage. "So I immediately thought Rati can do this job easily. Rati is just sitting here anyway, barely busy. If she comes to my house, she can earn some good money and help us out."
"But, Meena..." Mangala Kaki began, hesitant.
"She's just coming to *my* house, Kaki, where she is completely safe. You are worrying for nothing," Meena Chachi assured her. "I'll also give her good money, better than what she earns here."
"Okay," Mangala Kaki finally conceded, nodding slowly. "But you have to keep a constant, sharp eye on her; I don't want any trouble for my daughter."
"I'll take complete care of her; consider her my own ward," Meena Chachi promised, smiling. "And what else is happening in the village that I need to know about?"
"Nothing special, but there is one piece of gossip," Mangala Kaki said, leaning closer to whisper.
"What is it?" Meena Chachi asked, genuinely interested.
"You know Mona? The girl whose marriage was arranged in childhood to that boy in the city," Mangala Kaki said, looking around nervously.
Meena Chachi quickly glanced at me, then looked back at the Kaki. "Yes, I know her well," she said.
"Her family is now getting Mona married immediately next month, instead of waiting till next year," Mangala Kaki revealed.
I was genuinely shocked to hear this news. My blood ran cold, realizing the implication.
"What's the big deal about that, Kaki? She had to get married someday," Meena Chachi said, feigning disinterest, shrugging her shoulders. "And her marriage was arranged in childhood. So what's new about moving up the date?"
"Listen to the real reason, Meena," Mangala Kaki whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "She was having a secret affair with the person she was supposed to marry. One day her mother happened to see them alone together. That's why she's rushing the wedding for next month."
"So what? He's her future husband anyway," Meena Chachi dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand.
"But they were celebrating their wedding night *before* the actual wedding," Mangala Kaki said, scandalized.
"That's also fine, Kaki," Meena Chachi said, cutting the conversation short, pushing a bag of flour across the counter. "Let's not get involved in other people's affairs. You should send Rati to my house tomorrow morning, from 11 AM to 6 PM, starting tomorrow."
"I'll send her as you asked," Mangala Kaki agreed, nodding.
*It seems that after the abandoned storehouse where we used to meet was closed down, Mona started fucking her fiancé at her own home instead. Mona's mother must have walked in on them and, to save the family honor and prevent any further scandal, decided to get her married quickly.*
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When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was my Suman Chachi, instead of Meena Chachi next to me. Suman Chachi woke me up with a soft, affectionate touch and kissed my head, her eyes still a little red from her tears last night. I felt a surge of gratitude for both of them. We went about our morning routine. I had nothing to do but rest and enjoy myself. The exams were completely over. I had a glorious three months to enjoy my long vacation.
After working out and taking a refreshing bath, I felt energized and went outside to play for a while. After stretching my legs, I headed straight to Pooja Bua's house. Kavita, Leena, and Raj's exams had just started, so the house was relatively quiet.
I found Pooja Bua alone in the main room, folding clothes. She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise and then blazing with recognition. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she dropped the fabric in her hands, recognizing the intense, primal need in my expression.
"Avi... you can't, not right now," Pooja Bua whispered, glancing instinctively toward the closed door of the house. The sight of her, dressed in a loose saree, with the promise of her growing belly beneath, only fueled my desire.
I didn't waste time on talk. I went to Pooja Bua's room, grabbing her hand and pulling her with me, not toward the bedroom, but toward the relative privacy of the kitchen. I backed her against the cool, marble counter, trapping her body with mine. The heat radiating off my body contrasted sharply with the cold stone behind her.
"Two months, Bua," I growled, my voice low and thick. "Two long months without you."
I silenced her next protest with a savage kiss, claiming her mouth with an urgency that stole her breath. My hands immediately went to the front of her saree, ripping the cloth away to expose her full, heavy breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I freed her. My mouth descended, pulling on a nipple, while my hands quickly worked to lift her saree and loosen her petticoat.
She was already wet. The two months of abstinence, the tension of the house, and the mere sight of me had made her chooť ache. "Avi, please, the door isn't locked," she pleaded, her voice breathy, but she made no move to stop me.
"No one is coming," I promised, already dropping my own trousers and underwear to free my hard, thick lunď. I mounted the counter slightly, forcing her to lean back further. I guided the tip of my lunď to her slick chooť entrance. I started slowly, agonizingly slowly, to slide in, pushing against the swollen lips of her desire.
"Ahhh... Avi," Pooja Bua gasped, clutching my shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, focusing entirely on the feeling of my lunď filling her to capacity.
I continued the rhythm gently for the first few minutes, moving with the measured pace of a lover savoring a reunion. I watched her face, seeing the tension melt into pleasure, the small cries of release building in her throat. My lunď felt massive and hot inside her, expanding her perfectly.
"You said no ganď again," I reminded her, pulling back slightly, the friction of the withdrawal making her whine.
"I know, but Avi... I can't think when you do this. Your lunď... it's too much," Pooja Bua whimpered. She was already half-mad with thirst, her fingers digging into my back. "Just once, Avi... but be quick, please."
I pulled out completely. Her chooť pulsed, dripping onto the counter edge. I spun her around, bending her over the counter. I quickly spat on the hole of her ganď, providing the only lubrication I had. My lunď pressed against the tight, waiting muscle. She flinched, remembering the pain.
This time, I didn't ease in. I gave a single, hard thrust, ramming the tip of my lunď deep into her ganď. A sharp, muffled cry escaped Pooja Bua's lips, her whole body momentarily convulsing against the cold marble. I held her tight, letting her adjust to the unexpected intrusion.
My patience was gone now. The slow, gentle phase was over. This was a raw, rough, and aggressive session to release two months of frustration. I pulled back a few inches and then began to fuck her ganď with furious, relentless pumps. My hips hammered against her backside.
"Faster, Avi! Don't stop!" Pooja Bua cried out, no longer complaining about the pain but demanding the release that only this aggression could provide.
I matched her demand, increasing my speed and force until the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed slightly in the quiet kitchen. I was utterly satisfied; after two months, I had her chooť and her ganď, and my thick lunď was working its magic. I continued the relentless, hard thrusting, driving myself deeper and harder with every stroke, until the massive internal build-up became unbearable. With a final, explosive series of thrusts, I released my hot, thick semen inside her ganď, flooding with my pent-up passion.
I immediately withdrew, my lunď slick and spent, and Pooja Bua collapsed forward onto the counter, her breath ragged, her body trembling with exhaustion and climax. She was incredibly satisfied.
After a minute, I pulled her close, kissed her sweaty forehead, and quickly pulled up my clothes.
After fucking Pooja Bua, I went home, ate a quick lunch, and immediately fell into a deep sleep in the afternoon. I was completely drained from the morning's activities.
"Avi, wake up right now. We have to go to the market," a voice said, and a hand shook my shoulder. It was Meena Chachi.
"Just let me sleep, Chachi. I'm so comfortable," I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my head.
"Wake up, or I'll throw water on you right here," Meena Chachi threatened, her voice determined.
"Wait, wait, I'm getting up!" I said, throwing the covers off.
"Come on, we have to go to the market, and I need you with me," Meena Chachi urged.
"I'll be ready in just ten minutes, I promise," I said, hopping off the bed.
Meena Chachi and I then went to the market. She went straight to Mangala Kaki's shop to buy some things. Meena Chachi and the Kaki immediately started talking about village matters. I noticed Rati standing quietly in the shop, and we exchanged quick, loaded glances, a silent recognition of Meena Chachi's plan.
Meena Chachi leaned over the counter. "How are things in the shop, Kaki? All good?"
"Everything is good, Meena," Mangala Kaki replied, stacking some goods.
"There's been no new news about Rati," Meena Chachi remarked casually, glancing at the girl.
"Yes. She just sits with me in the shop now to help," Mangala Kaki said.
"Well, I have a possible job for Rati," Meena Chachi announced, dropping the bombshell.
Mangala Kaki immediately became defensive, shaking her head. "What kind of job? I won't send her anywhere to work for strangers."
"At least listen to the proposition first," Meena Chachi said, calming her down.
"Yes, tell me what you have in mind," Mangala Kaki said, crossing her arms.
"You know I'm going to be a mother soon, along with the others. So Suman Didi was saying that we should hire a trustworthy girl to do the heavy household work for us for a few months," Meena Chachi explained, using her pregnancy as leverage. "So I immediately thought Rati can do this job easily. Rati is just sitting here anyway, barely busy. If she comes to my house, she can earn some good money and help us out."
"But, Meena..." Mangala Kaki began, hesitant.
"She's just coming to *my* house, Kaki, where she is completely safe. You are worrying for nothing," Meena Chachi assured her. "I'll also give her good money, better than what she earns here."
"Okay," Mangala Kaki finally conceded, nodding slowly. "But you have to keep a constant, sharp eye on her; I don't want any trouble for my daughter."
"I'll take complete care of her; consider her my own ward," Meena Chachi promised, smiling. "And what else is happening in the village that I need to know about?"
"Nothing special, but there is one piece of gossip," Mangala Kaki said, leaning closer to whisper.
"What is it?" Meena Chachi asked, genuinely interested.
"You know Mona? The girl whose marriage was arranged in childhood to that boy in the city," Mangala Kaki said, looking around nervously.
Meena Chachi quickly glanced at me, then looked back at the Kaki. "Yes, I know her well," she said.
"Her family is now getting Mona married immediately next month, instead of waiting till next year," Mangala Kaki revealed.
I was genuinely shocked to hear this news. My blood ran cold, realizing the implication.
"What's the big deal about that, Kaki? She had to get married someday," Meena Chachi said, feigning disinterest, shrugging her shoulders. "And her marriage was arranged in childhood. So what's new about moving up the date?"
"Listen to the real reason, Meena," Mangala Kaki whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "She was having a secret affair with the person she was supposed to marry. One day her mother happened to see them alone together. That's why she's rushing the wedding for next month."
"So what? He's her future husband anyway," Meena Chachi dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand.
"But they were celebrating their wedding night *before* the actual wedding," Mangala Kaki said, scandalized.
"That's also fine, Kaki," Meena Chachi said, cutting the conversation short, pushing a bag of flour across the counter. "Let's not get involved in other people's affairs. You should send Rati to my house tomorrow morning, from 11 AM to 6 PM, starting tomorrow."
"I'll send her as you asked," Mangala Kaki agreed, nodding.
*It seems that after the abandoned storehouse where we used to meet was closed down, Mona started fucking her fiancé at her own home instead. Mona's mother must have walked in on them and, to save the family honor and prevent any further scandal, decided to get her married quickly.*
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