12-11-2025, 08:24 AM
## Update 109: The Virgin's Claim (Avi and Mala)
I laid Mala gently on the bed, the mattress sighing softly beneath her. I quickly stripped off my shirt and got on top of Mala. I descended, finding her lips again. I ran my tongue over Mala's full, pink lips before joining my mouth with hers. We were fully consuming the kiss, savoring every deep exchange. By kissing so intensely, Mala and I had completely left this world, entering a space that was entirely our own. I didn't know what Mala had experienced or learned after going to her mama's village, but whatever it was, I was reveling in it. Mala's kiss had shaken me to the core; every second felt precious and every moment delivered a potent surge of pleasure. I had initially thought that whenever I finally got the chance, Mala wouldn't cooperate, and I would have to do everything myself. But my one single kiss that day months ago had somehow taught Mala everything she needed to know, and she was now fully cooperating, reciprocating my passion.
After breaking the long kiss, I started urgently pressing Mala's breasts over her clothes. By kissing, Mala had already become searingly hot, and now the sensation of her breasts being pressed made Mala start moaning, low and breathless. I felt it was wrong to delay any longer. I began stripping Mala's clothes away. Mala helped me without any resistance, her hands moving to assist me in removing her saree and petticoat. Seeing Mala in just her bra and panty, my Baburao—my lunď—stiffened instantly and seemed to salute Mala's chooť from within my underwear. I didn't want to keep my Baburao imprisoned, causing him unnecessary trouble, nor did I want to keep Mala's chooť concealed in her panty. With swift motions, I freed my Baburao and Mala's chooť from the bondage of clothes. Seeing Mala completely naked, the passion surging through my Baburao intensified painfully.
Mala's ripe, heavy breasts had brown, firm nipples, and a small mole near one nipple instantly drew my attention. Seeing Mala's breasts, my mouth started to water with primal hunger, and I pounced on Mala like a famished lion. I first placed a soft kiss on a nipple, then quickly took the entire thing into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I didn't want to make the other breast feel neglected, so I started aggressively massaging it with my hand, readying it for my mouth. While sucking on her breasts, I would sometimes pinch her nipple gently and sometimes take the entire globe of her breast into my mouth to suck deeply. The intense sucking and pressing made Mala writhe and gasp like a fish flopping on the sand. Mala was completely lost, in a dizzying dilemma of what to do next.
I paused the oral pleasure and lowered my gaze. Now, I was looking at Mala's pink chooť. I had fucked so many women so far, but out of all of them, only Mala's chooť was still perfectly closed. Mala's chooť lips were tightly joined with each other, looking plump and pristine. They were just waiting for my lunď to separate them. My lunď was throbbing, desperate to drink the first blood of her chooť. But before drinking the chooť's blood, I knew I had to give the chooť water, just as tradition suggests a chicken is given water before it is slaughtered. I lowered my head and started kissing her chooť. Mala's chooť had a different, unique smell—a muskiness that drove me momentarily crazy. *But compared to my Chachi's chooť, Mala's was nothing, still fresh and unused.* I started running my tongue over Mala's chooť. My tongue couldn't enter her chooť past the tightly sealed lips. I used my fingers to gently separate her chooť lips. The small, pink, exposed entrance of her chooť was immediately visible. I started aggressively pushing my tongue into Mala's chooť. Mala started to get lost completely in pleasure, writhing beneath me like a fish caught on a hook. Mala couldn't handle the intensity of my licking. In a violent spasm, Mala released the water of her chooť's ocean all over my face and mouth. I quickly and greedily drank every drop.
Mala climaxed so quickly that I didn't even get to properly lick her chooť until I wanted to stop. That's why I continued licking her chooť without stopping. Mala was thoroughly enjoying my continuous, intense licking. When Mala came for the second time, her body going rigid again, I finally stopped licking her chooť. I had done everything perfectly, just as Madam had taught me. I had completed every step that should be done before the main event. Now, only the last battle remained, which I had to win at all costs. I quickly put some spit on the tip of my lunď. The spit made my lunď slippery. I then positioned my lunď right on her chooť entrance. As soon as I touched my lunď to her chooť, Mala instantly clamped her eyes shut, bracing herself. I remembered Madam's words exactly: *Mala is a virgin. This is her first time. You have to do it slowly and carefully.* I gave a tentative thrust, but my lunď slipped off the entrance. Just as Madam had predicted, with a virgin girl's first time, the lunď often slips while trying to go inside.
I repositioned my lunď on her chooť again. This time, I used my mind along with my deliberate strength and pushed my lunď into her chooť. My glans went inside her chooť. The small mouth of her chooť stretched open. Her chooť lips separated around the tip. Mala opened her eyes briefly, then squeezed them shut again without saying a word. Madam had said that the girl would scream loudly during the first time. But Mala didn't make a sound. However, the tight lines of pain on Mala's face made me feel certain that when my whole lunď went inside, Mala would definitely scream. To prevent Mala from screaming, I immediately started sucking on Mala's lips again.
Now, I had to give a hard, quick thrust to break Mala's seal. I gave a single, hard thrust. My lunď broke the seal of her chooť and rammed deep inside. As soon as the lunď went inside, the seal of the chooť broke, the blood came out of the chooť, my lunď drank the blood, and while the pain shot through her, Mala let out a muffled scream. Because of the sharp pain, tears instantly sprang to Mala's eyes and flowed down her temples. I started to stop Mala's scream and the tears flowing from her eyes. Mala's scream was instantly muffled by the pressure of my mouth on hers. To stop the tears in Mala's eyes, I kept my lunď completely still inside her without moving for a long moment. So much had happened: the seal of the chooť broke, blood came out of the chooť, but Mala still kept her eyes closed, though the tears continued to flow.
I kept sucking on Mala's lips, kissing her deeply. I put my hands on her breasts and started massaging them vigorously. Mala quickly composed herself, her breathing evening out, signaling that she was ready to take the next thrust. I gave the last, final thrust. With this, my whole lunď buried itself inside her chooť. A muffled sound of pain and realization came out of Mala's mouth, but it was swallowed by the kiss. Mala still didn't open her eyes, but tears were continuously coming from her eyes. I thought it was best to keep my lunď inside her chooť without moving for a long while. I didn't know why Mala kept her eyes closed, perhaps to deal with the pain or the emotional conflict.
I finally pulled back slightly and kissed Mala's closed eyelids, telling her softly that I was going to thrust now. Then I slowly took my lunď out to begin moving it. I saw blood covering the shaft of my lunď. This wasn't a new sight for me, but it was a completely new and irreversible experience for Mala. I had even taken blood out of a already-fucked chooť, so with a virgin chooť, blood was bound to come out.
I kept looking at my lunď for a moment, absorbing the sight of Mala's blood on me. Since I wasn't thrusting, Mala reached down and put her hands on my hips and started pulling me back down toward her. Seeing Mala's impatience, I started thrusting slowly. The intense experience and pleasure of a virgin chooť are entirely different from anything else. Mala was putting tremendous pressure on my lunď with her tight chooť. My lunď was going in and out with great difficulty because of the tight, grasping pressure from her chooť. But after 10 or 12 aggressive thrusts, Mala's lovely chooť started opening up, stretching according to the size of my lunď. I immediately increased my rhythm, fucking her hard by putting my lunď deep inside her chooť. At first, Mala was still feeling pain from my relentless thrusts. But after my lunď made its place in her chooť and her own water started flowing, Mala's pain quickly turned into soaring pleasure. Mala's muffled screams turned into loud, rhythmic moans. As soon as Mala started moaning with pleasure, I ramped up my speed, increasing my thrusts, aggressively fucking her virgin chooť. Mala kept her eyes closed and started fully enjoying our wedding night without a wedding ceremony.
Pure happiness was visible on Mala's face. By fucking with me, Mala had completely accepted me. I felt that Mala had changed her decision, and that's why Mala was finally ready to fuck me like this. I kept fucking Mala's tight chooť hard for 15 intense minutes. Then, my cum burst out inside Mala's chooť. I collapsed heavily on top of Mala, spent and satisfied. I knew I could never forget the profound pleasure I got from fucking Mala. During the entire fucking session, Mala had kept her eyes closed. I still didn't know why she had done that. I gently withdrew my lunď from her chooť. Along with my lunď, my cum, Mala's chooť water, and blood started coming out, dripping onto the sheet. I fell to the side of Mala. I tried to make myself normal, and while lying there naked next to Mala, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
I was sleeping naked next to Mala, spent and completely exhausted from the intense session. The immense pleasure of the virgin chooť still hummed through my body, but the deep sleep offered only brief respite. I woke up after only an hour, the memory of what had just happened pulling me back to full consciousness. I slowly shifted, feeling the wet stickiness where my lunď had been. I sat up, looking at Mala, who was still lying still, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
I gently moved her thigh. My lunď was covered in a slick mix of my own cum, Mala's chooť water, and her virgin blood. I needed to clean myself. My eyes fell on the discarded pile of her clothes near the bed. I reached out and grabbed her small, cotton panty, the very garment that had imprisoned her chooť just an hour ago.
I carefully wiped my lunď clean with her panty, using the soft cloth to absorb the sticky remnants of our passion. The sight of her blood and my semen staining her underwear sent a fresh, sharp jolt of dominance through me. I tossed the soiled panty back onto the floor, now fully awake and feeling a dangerous surge of renewed desire.
Mala must have felt the slight movement, because she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at me, her expression soft, tired, and deeply satisfied. She saw my still-hardening lunď and the intensity in my eyes. She knew exactly what I needed.
Without a word, Mala rose onto her knees on the bed, her bruised chooť glistening in the dim light. She reached out and gently took my lunď in her hand, her touch surprisingly skilled and warm. She guided my lunď toward her face and lowered her head, slowly taking the tip into her mouth.
The first sensation of her wet, soft mouth closing around my lunď after the aggressive fucking was electrifying. She wasn't an expert like my pooja bua, but her willingness, her silent, intense focus, was intoxicating. She started to suck softly at first, exploring the shaft of my lunď with her tongue. My initial arousal quickly became a raging, uncontrollable urge. I reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed her mouth down, dictating the depth and rhythm.
Mala responded by deepening her commitment, working my lunď harder and faster with her mouth and throat. Her eyes were closed, her face concentrating entirely on the pleasure she was giving me. The guilt and fear she had shown earlier were gone, replaced by a desperate need to please me. The intense pressure of her sucking, combined with the memory of her virginity, was too much. I felt a tremendous build-up, and I couldn't hold back.
I gripped her head firmly as a massive groan tore from my chest. "Mala! I'm coming! " I commanded.
My body convulsed, releasing a scorching wave of thick, hot cum directly into her mouth. Mala did not pull away. She took every single drop of my juice, swallowing it all without flinching. When I was finally empty and my lunď had shrunk, she kept my lunď in her mouth for another few seconds, gently drawing on it one last time before slowly letting go.
She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening with my seed. She met my gaze, not with shame, but with a fierce, quiet look of possession. She then used her tongue to clean her lips, consuming any stray drops of my semen, making the consumption of my lunď's juice a final, definitive act of devotion.
I pulled her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her sweaty forehead. This single encounter, driven by desperation and sealed by her sacrifice, meant more than all the easy sex I had indulged in. Mala had given me everything she had left to give. I lay back down, pulling Mala's exhausted body into my arms, and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep, knowing I had truly marked her as mine, regardless of the marriage her parents planned.
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I laid Mala gently on the bed, the mattress sighing softly beneath her. I quickly stripped off my shirt and got on top of Mala. I descended, finding her lips again. I ran my tongue over Mala's full, pink lips before joining my mouth with hers. We were fully consuming the kiss, savoring every deep exchange. By kissing so intensely, Mala and I had completely left this world, entering a space that was entirely our own. I didn't know what Mala had experienced or learned after going to her mama's village, but whatever it was, I was reveling in it. Mala's kiss had shaken me to the core; every second felt precious and every moment delivered a potent surge of pleasure. I had initially thought that whenever I finally got the chance, Mala wouldn't cooperate, and I would have to do everything myself. But my one single kiss that day months ago had somehow taught Mala everything she needed to know, and she was now fully cooperating, reciprocating my passion.
After breaking the long kiss, I started urgently pressing Mala's breasts over her clothes. By kissing, Mala had already become searingly hot, and now the sensation of her breasts being pressed made Mala start moaning, low and breathless. I felt it was wrong to delay any longer. I began stripping Mala's clothes away. Mala helped me without any resistance, her hands moving to assist me in removing her saree and petticoat. Seeing Mala in just her bra and panty, my Baburao—my lunď—stiffened instantly and seemed to salute Mala's chooť from within my underwear. I didn't want to keep my Baburao imprisoned, causing him unnecessary trouble, nor did I want to keep Mala's chooť concealed in her panty. With swift motions, I freed my Baburao and Mala's chooť from the bondage of clothes. Seeing Mala completely naked, the passion surging through my Baburao intensified painfully.
Mala's ripe, heavy breasts had brown, firm nipples, and a small mole near one nipple instantly drew my attention. Seeing Mala's breasts, my mouth started to water with primal hunger, and I pounced on Mala like a famished lion. I first placed a soft kiss on a nipple, then quickly took the entire thing into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I didn't want to make the other breast feel neglected, so I started aggressively massaging it with my hand, readying it for my mouth. While sucking on her breasts, I would sometimes pinch her nipple gently and sometimes take the entire globe of her breast into my mouth to suck deeply. The intense sucking and pressing made Mala writhe and gasp like a fish flopping on the sand. Mala was completely lost, in a dizzying dilemma of what to do next.
I paused the oral pleasure and lowered my gaze. Now, I was looking at Mala's pink chooť. I had fucked so many women so far, but out of all of them, only Mala's chooť was still perfectly closed. Mala's chooť lips were tightly joined with each other, looking plump and pristine. They were just waiting for my lunď to separate them. My lunď was throbbing, desperate to drink the first blood of her chooť. But before drinking the chooť's blood, I knew I had to give the chooť water, just as tradition suggests a chicken is given water before it is slaughtered. I lowered my head and started kissing her chooť. Mala's chooť had a different, unique smell—a muskiness that drove me momentarily crazy. *But compared to my Chachi's chooť, Mala's was nothing, still fresh and unused.* I started running my tongue over Mala's chooť. My tongue couldn't enter her chooť past the tightly sealed lips. I used my fingers to gently separate her chooť lips. The small, pink, exposed entrance of her chooť was immediately visible. I started aggressively pushing my tongue into Mala's chooť. Mala started to get lost completely in pleasure, writhing beneath me like a fish caught on a hook. Mala couldn't handle the intensity of my licking. In a violent spasm, Mala released the water of her chooť's ocean all over my face and mouth. I quickly and greedily drank every drop.
Mala climaxed so quickly that I didn't even get to properly lick her chooť until I wanted to stop. That's why I continued licking her chooť without stopping. Mala was thoroughly enjoying my continuous, intense licking. When Mala came for the second time, her body going rigid again, I finally stopped licking her chooť. I had done everything perfectly, just as Madam had taught me. I had completed every step that should be done before the main event. Now, only the last battle remained, which I had to win at all costs. I quickly put some spit on the tip of my lunď. The spit made my lunď slippery. I then positioned my lunď right on her chooť entrance. As soon as I touched my lunď to her chooť, Mala instantly clamped her eyes shut, bracing herself. I remembered Madam's words exactly: *Mala is a virgin. This is her first time. You have to do it slowly and carefully.* I gave a tentative thrust, but my lunď slipped off the entrance. Just as Madam had predicted, with a virgin girl's first time, the lunď often slips while trying to go inside.
I repositioned my lunď on her chooť again. This time, I used my mind along with my deliberate strength and pushed my lunď into her chooť. My glans went inside her chooť. The small mouth of her chooť stretched open. Her chooť lips separated around the tip. Mala opened her eyes briefly, then squeezed them shut again without saying a word. Madam had said that the girl would scream loudly during the first time. But Mala didn't make a sound. However, the tight lines of pain on Mala's face made me feel certain that when my whole lunď went inside, Mala would definitely scream. To prevent Mala from screaming, I immediately started sucking on Mala's lips again.
Now, I had to give a hard, quick thrust to break Mala's seal. I gave a single, hard thrust. My lunď broke the seal of her chooť and rammed deep inside. As soon as the lunď went inside, the seal of the chooť broke, the blood came out of the chooť, my lunď drank the blood, and while the pain shot through her, Mala let out a muffled scream. Because of the sharp pain, tears instantly sprang to Mala's eyes and flowed down her temples. I started to stop Mala's scream and the tears flowing from her eyes. Mala's scream was instantly muffled by the pressure of my mouth on hers. To stop the tears in Mala's eyes, I kept my lunď completely still inside her without moving for a long moment. So much had happened: the seal of the chooť broke, blood came out of the chooť, but Mala still kept her eyes closed, though the tears continued to flow.
I kept sucking on Mala's lips, kissing her deeply. I put my hands on her breasts and started massaging them vigorously. Mala quickly composed herself, her breathing evening out, signaling that she was ready to take the next thrust. I gave the last, final thrust. With this, my whole lunď buried itself inside her chooť. A muffled sound of pain and realization came out of Mala's mouth, but it was swallowed by the kiss. Mala still didn't open her eyes, but tears were continuously coming from her eyes. I thought it was best to keep my lunď inside her chooť without moving for a long while. I didn't know why Mala kept her eyes closed, perhaps to deal with the pain or the emotional conflict.
I finally pulled back slightly and kissed Mala's closed eyelids, telling her softly that I was going to thrust now. Then I slowly took my lunď out to begin moving it. I saw blood covering the shaft of my lunď. This wasn't a new sight for me, but it was a completely new and irreversible experience for Mala. I had even taken blood out of a already-fucked chooť, so with a virgin chooť, blood was bound to come out.
I kept looking at my lunď for a moment, absorbing the sight of Mala's blood on me. Since I wasn't thrusting, Mala reached down and put her hands on my hips and started pulling me back down toward her. Seeing Mala's impatience, I started thrusting slowly. The intense experience and pleasure of a virgin chooť are entirely different from anything else. Mala was putting tremendous pressure on my lunď with her tight chooť. My lunď was going in and out with great difficulty because of the tight, grasping pressure from her chooť. But after 10 or 12 aggressive thrusts, Mala's lovely chooť started opening up, stretching according to the size of my lunď. I immediately increased my rhythm, fucking her hard by putting my lunď deep inside her chooť. At first, Mala was still feeling pain from my relentless thrusts. But after my lunď made its place in her chooť and her own water started flowing, Mala's pain quickly turned into soaring pleasure. Mala's muffled screams turned into loud, rhythmic moans. As soon as Mala started moaning with pleasure, I ramped up my speed, increasing my thrusts, aggressively fucking her virgin chooť. Mala kept her eyes closed and started fully enjoying our wedding night without a wedding ceremony.
Pure happiness was visible on Mala's face. By fucking with me, Mala had completely accepted me. I felt that Mala had changed her decision, and that's why Mala was finally ready to fuck me like this. I kept fucking Mala's tight chooť hard for 15 intense minutes. Then, my cum burst out inside Mala's chooť. I collapsed heavily on top of Mala, spent and satisfied. I knew I could never forget the profound pleasure I got from fucking Mala. During the entire fucking session, Mala had kept her eyes closed. I still didn't know why she had done that. I gently withdrew my lunď from her chooť. Along with my lunď, my cum, Mala's chooť water, and blood started coming out, dripping onto the sheet. I fell to the side of Mala. I tried to make myself normal, and while lying there naked next to Mala, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
I was sleeping naked next to Mala, spent and completely exhausted from the intense session. The immense pleasure of the virgin chooť still hummed through my body, but the deep sleep offered only brief respite. I woke up after only an hour, the memory of what had just happened pulling me back to full consciousness. I slowly shifted, feeling the wet stickiness where my lunď had been. I sat up, looking at Mala, who was still lying still, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
I gently moved her thigh. My lunď was covered in a slick mix of my own cum, Mala's chooť water, and her virgin blood. I needed to clean myself. My eyes fell on the discarded pile of her clothes near the bed. I reached out and grabbed her small, cotton panty, the very garment that had imprisoned her chooť just an hour ago.
I carefully wiped my lunď clean with her panty, using the soft cloth to absorb the sticky remnants of our passion. The sight of her blood and my semen staining her underwear sent a fresh, sharp jolt of dominance through me. I tossed the soiled panty back onto the floor, now fully awake and feeling a dangerous surge of renewed desire.
Mala must have felt the slight movement, because she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at me, her expression soft, tired, and deeply satisfied. She saw my still-hardening lunď and the intensity in my eyes. She knew exactly what I needed.
Without a word, Mala rose onto her knees on the bed, her bruised chooť glistening in the dim light. She reached out and gently took my lunď in her hand, her touch surprisingly skilled and warm. She guided my lunď toward her face and lowered her head, slowly taking the tip into her mouth.
The first sensation of her wet, soft mouth closing around my lunď after the aggressive fucking was electrifying. She wasn't an expert like my pooja bua, but her willingness, her silent, intense focus, was intoxicating. She started to suck softly at first, exploring the shaft of my lunď with her tongue. My initial arousal quickly became a raging, uncontrollable urge. I reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed her mouth down, dictating the depth and rhythm.
Mala responded by deepening her commitment, working my lunď harder and faster with her mouth and throat. Her eyes were closed, her face concentrating entirely on the pleasure she was giving me. The guilt and fear she had shown earlier were gone, replaced by a desperate need to please me. The intense pressure of her sucking, combined with the memory of her virginity, was too much. I felt a tremendous build-up, and I couldn't hold back.
I gripped her head firmly as a massive groan tore from my chest. "Mala! I'm coming! " I commanded.
My body convulsed, releasing a scorching wave of thick, hot cum directly into her mouth. Mala did not pull away. She took every single drop of my juice, swallowing it all without flinching. When I was finally empty and my lunď had shrunk, she kept my lunď in her mouth for another few seconds, gently drawing on it one last time before slowly letting go.
She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening with my seed. She met my gaze, not with shame, but with a fierce, quiet look of possession. She then used her tongue to clean her lips, consuming any stray drops of my semen, making the consumption of my lunď's juice a final, definitive act of devotion.
I pulled her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her sweaty forehead. This single encounter, driven by desperation and sealed by her sacrifice, meant more than all the easy sex I had indulged in. Mala had given me everything she had left to give. I lay back down, pulling Mala's exhausted body into my arms, and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep, knowing I had truly marked her as mine, regardless of the marriage her parents planned.
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