12-11-2025, 11:20 PM
## Update 115: Fields of Opportunity (Avi & Kamala kaki - Mona's mother-in-law)
Mona's wedding was finally over. I felt that I had gained a lot and lost a lot during the entire affair. I hadn't managed to fuck Mona's ganď, which was a lingering frustration, but I was now eagerly waiting for my chance to fuck Riya's ganď. I wasn't finding any appropriate place to fuck Riya's ganď where we would be completely safe and unobserved. Mona's brother had once vaguely suggested he would teach me how to have fun, but I didn't need Mona's brother's clumsy help anymore to explore my desires. That's why I stopped actively seeking out Mona's brother. It was only the middle of April. This meant the summer vacations had just begun a month ago, and I had plenty of time.
I immediately changed my daily timetable. After exercising in the morning, I started roaming around the village, socializing. Then, after lunch, I would go to Pooja Bua's house or Neha Bua's house or Neeta Bua's house in the afternoon to play cards or simply spend time. I made sure to go to each Bua's house on a rotational basis. Komal started liking my company again, and we started enjoying ourselves together, our friendship regaining its old warmth.
Then, at 5:00 PM in the evening, I would go to the fields with Chacha, and then at 7:00 PM, I would come back home with Chacha. After 7:00 PM, I would sit and talk with my Chachis until 11:00 PM at night, when I would go to sleep. I would wake up at 6:00 AM in the morning and exercise, keeping my new routine solid. I still found time to fuck Rati sometimes in between, but I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I knew I couldn't fuck her ganď at home. Rati had been fucked in the ganď before, but still, it would hurt her, and she would undoubtedly let out a painful scream as soon as my lunď went into her ganď. If anyone heard her scream at home, it would be a major problem.
I realized there was only one solution to this pressing problem, and that was Meena Chachi. I told Meena Chachi one afternoon that I urgently wanted to fuck Rati's ganď.
Meena Chachi looked at me, a mischievous light in her eyes, and started laughing softly. "Okay, Avi. Tomorrow, I'll take Didi (Suman Chachi) to Pooja Bua's house, and then you can do it without worry," she agreed. But I then reminded her that I went to Bua's house myself in the afternoon to play. "If I don't go, then Raj and Komal will probably come here to find me." Meena Chachi reassured me, saying she would tell Raj and Komal that I had a bad headache and was sleeping soundly. After getting the logistics sorted out with Meena Chachi, I went to the fields to meet Chacha at 5:00 PM.
At this time of day, most people usually come home from the fields, finishing their work. But because of the severe heat during the day, many had started working in the fields primarily in the cooler evening hours. Only those who had a continuous water supply in their fields were able to farm during the summer. Chacha had 15 hectares of land in total. Out of that, 5 hectares had mature mango trees. Another 5 hectares ran entirely on rainwater, and the remaining 5 hectares had a functional well, which allowed us to farm in the summers. Out of the total 15 hectares, 5 hectares technically belonged to my father, but after his death, they were with Chacha. Another 5 hectares were in Dadaji's name, which Chacha also looked after.
There was a small, brick house built in the fields that had two compact rooms. The rooms were tiny, containing only a simple cot for sleeping and resting. Chacha himself didn't do any manual work; he just used to sit on the cot and supervise the laborers' work. Chacha would go to the city to sell mangoes every two days. During those times, I would be in charge of looking after the fields. Chacha would leave in the afternoon and come straight home in the evening. I would go to the fields, break some fresh mangoes, and the next day I would enjoy them with Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena. I also started genuinely liking the routine of going to the fields. Sometimes Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena would also come with me to the fields to help break mangoes, joining me once every three days.
The mango fields were thick and dense, almost like a small jungle. If you went even a little way inside the orchard, you couldn't see anything from the outside. The women who worked as laborers in the fields would often go into the mango groves to use the bathroom for privacy. I would sometimes spend my time in the deep mango orchard and sometimes near the well where the pump was located. In just three days, I had made a good acquaintance with almost all the women who worked as laborers. At least 20 women used to work in the fields daily. Out of them, about 15 women usually worked inside the mango orchard.
I realized Mona's mother-in-law also used to work in our fields, specifically in the mango orchard. It had been only a week since Mona's wedding. Mona herself had suggested going to the fields with her mother-in-law to work, but her mother-in-law had firmly refused. Mona hadn't come to the fields yet, thankfully. In just three days, I had made a good, playful friendship with Mona's mother-in-law. Whenever I met her, she would get visibly happy and greet me warmly. There was one particularly good thing about her body, and that was her ganď. Whenever I talked to her, I would make sure to playfully touch her ganď once or twice, using the excuse of passing by. Mona's mother-in-law was about 45 years old. There was no other woman in the village with an ass like hers. *Anyone who saw her ganď once would instantly decide to fuck her ganď before fucking her chooť.*
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Mona's wedding was finally over. I felt that I had gained a lot and lost a lot during the entire affair. I hadn't managed to fuck Mona's ganď, which was a lingering frustration, but I was now eagerly waiting for my chance to fuck Riya's ganď. I wasn't finding any appropriate place to fuck Riya's ganď where we would be completely safe and unobserved. Mona's brother had once vaguely suggested he would teach me how to have fun, but I didn't need Mona's brother's clumsy help anymore to explore my desires. That's why I stopped actively seeking out Mona's brother. It was only the middle of April. This meant the summer vacations had just begun a month ago, and I had plenty of time.
I immediately changed my daily timetable. After exercising in the morning, I started roaming around the village, socializing. Then, after lunch, I would go to Pooja Bua's house or Neha Bua's house or Neeta Bua's house in the afternoon to play cards or simply spend time. I made sure to go to each Bua's house on a rotational basis. Komal started liking my company again, and we started enjoying ourselves together, our friendship regaining its old warmth.
Then, at 5:00 PM in the evening, I would go to the fields with Chacha, and then at 7:00 PM, I would come back home with Chacha. After 7:00 PM, I would sit and talk with my Chachis until 11:00 PM at night, when I would go to sleep. I would wake up at 6:00 AM in the morning and exercise, keeping my new routine solid. I still found time to fuck Rati sometimes in between, but I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I knew I couldn't fuck her ganď at home. Rati had been fucked in the ganď before, but still, it would hurt her, and she would undoubtedly let out a painful scream as soon as my lunď went into her ganď. If anyone heard her scream at home, it would be a major problem.
I realized there was only one solution to this pressing problem, and that was Meena Chachi. I told Meena Chachi one afternoon that I urgently wanted to fuck Rati's ganď.
Meena Chachi looked at me, a mischievous light in her eyes, and started laughing softly. "Okay, Avi. Tomorrow, I'll take Didi (Suman Chachi) to Pooja Bua's house, and then you can do it without worry," she agreed. But I then reminded her that I went to Bua's house myself in the afternoon to play. "If I don't go, then Raj and Komal will probably come here to find me." Meena Chachi reassured me, saying she would tell Raj and Komal that I had a bad headache and was sleeping soundly. After getting the logistics sorted out with Meena Chachi, I went to the fields to meet Chacha at 5:00 PM.
At this time of day, most people usually come home from the fields, finishing their work. But because of the severe heat during the day, many had started working in the fields primarily in the cooler evening hours. Only those who had a continuous water supply in their fields were able to farm during the summer. Chacha had 15 hectares of land in total. Out of that, 5 hectares had mature mango trees. Another 5 hectares ran entirely on rainwater, and the remaining 5 hectares had a functional well, which allowed us to farm in the summers. Out of the total 15 hectares, 5 hectares technically belonged to my father, but after his death, they were with Chacha. Another 5 hectares were in Dadaji's name, which Chacha also looked after.
There was a small, brick house built in the fields that had two compact rooms. The rooms were tiny, containing only a simple cot for sleeping and resting. Chacha himself didn't do any manual work; he just used to sit on the cot and supervise the laborers' work. Chacha would go to the city to sell mangoes every two days. During those times, I would be in charge of looking after the fields. Chacha would leave in the afternoon and come straight home in the evening. I would go to the fields, break some fresh mangoes, and the next day I would enjoy them with Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena. I also started genuinely liking the routine of going to the fields. Sometimes Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena would also come with me to the fields to help break mangoes, joining me once every three days.
The mango fields were thick and dense, almost like a small jungle. If you went even a little way inside the orchard, you couldn't see anything from the outside. The women who worked as laborers in the fields would often go into the mango groves to use the bathroom for privacy. I would sometimes spend my time in the deep mango orchard and sometimes near the well where the pump was located. In just three days, I had made a good acquaintance with almost all the women who worked as laborers. At least 20 women used to work in the fields daily. Out of them, about 15 women usually worked inside the mango orchard.
I realized Mona's mother-in-law also used to work in our fields, specifically in the mango orchard. It had been only a week since Mona's wedding. Mona herself had suggested going to the fields with her mother-in-law to work, but her mother-in-law had firmly refused. Mona hadn't come to the fields yet, thankfully. In just three days, I had made a good, playful friendship with Mona's mother-in-law. Whenever I met her, she would get visibly happy and greet me warmly. There was one particularly good thing about her body, and that was her ganď. Whenever I talked to her, I would make sure to playfully touch her ganď once or twice, using the excuse of passing by. Mona's mother-in-law was about 45 years old. There was no other woman in the village with an ass like hers. *Anyone who saw her ganď once would instantly decide to fuck her ganď before fucking her chooť.*
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