12-11-2025, 11:27 PM
## Update 120: An Exchange of Glances (Avi and Kamala Kaki)
I left for the fields, my mind running through the day's events. Fucking Riya in the morning, followed by the intense fuck with Rati—everything felt incredibly good. But Meena Chachi was right. What if Suman Chachi had found that used condom in the kitchen? From now on, I knew I'd have to fuck with everything in mind, planning every detail. I'd have to keep in mind tomorrow morning at the stable that no one sees Riya and me. Every session, no matter how quick, would require sharp awareness. I thought that as long as Meena Chachi was there to watch my back at home, I didn't need to be afraid. But I had to take care of the external fucking myself. Meena Chachi covered the inside, but I had to take care of the outside myself. Now I resolved to do everything only after thinking and understanding the risks clearly.
Thinking like this, I came to the fields and walked over to where Kamala Kaki was working, her saree pulled tight around her waist.
"How are you, Kaki?" I asked, approaching her with a small wave.
"I'm fine, beta. You tell me, what's new and exciting in your life?" Kamala Kaki replied, smiling warmly as she set down a basket.
"Nothing special going on," I said, shrugging my shoulders innocently.
"You've become such a young man, full of energy, and you're still saying you haven't done anything fun," Kamala teased, setting down a basket and wiping sweat from her brow.
"What can I do, Kaki? Whenever I try to do something, everything immediately goes wrong or gets complicated," I said, putting on a worried expression, letting my gaze drift.
"What exactly do you do that everything goes wrong, Avi?" Kamala asked, leaning in, her brow furrowed in genuine curiosity.
"I try to attempt little tasks like that... that one small thing," I said vaguely, letting my eyes drop pointedly to her waist.
"And you can't even manage that one small thing?" Kamala asked, still confused by my words.
"That's exactly what I said, that everything goes wrong when I try," I said, looking defeated, then quickly changing the mood.
Hearing my vague, suggestive talk, Kamala Kaki started laughing heartily, covering her mouth with her saree, her eyes bright. *(My mood was still too preoccupied with Chachi's scolding, otherwise, I would have immediately made a serious move on her.)* "Kaki, the mangoes we picked yesterday were genuinely good," I said, changing the subject back to something safe and exciting.
"I told you yesterday that those mangoes were the best," Kamala confirmed, picking up a rake again.
"Come on, let's go pick mangoes again today," I urged, wanting to get her alone again.
"Why are you telling me to come? I showed you the tree yesterday, so you can go by yourself now," Kamala resisted, pointing toward the path.
"It's just more fun to pick mangoes with someone else for company," I insisted, trying to sound persuasive.
"Go with someone else then," Kamala countered, shaking her head.
"Don't you like my company, Kaki?" I asked, putting on a wounded look, lowering my voice.
"It's not that, beta. I just can't leave my work. Yesterday, my work didn't get done because I left to help you," Kamala explained, looking concerned about her earnings, twisting her fingers nervously.
"Don't worry about that, Kaki. I'll tell Chacha that you were helping me, so it's all okay, right?" I asked, knowing my word was enough to secure her work.
Kamala's face brightened instantly. "Okay, then let's go," she agreed, dropping the rake.
"That's the spirit, Kaki!" I exclaimed, grinning wide.
Just like yesterday, Kamala Kaki was walking in front, taking the path, and I was walking immediately behind her. Today again, we came to the same isolated spot from yesterday. I climbed the tree and immediately started picking mangoes, my eyes scanning the ground for her. After a while, Kamala Kaki suddenly disappeared again from my view below. I quickly came down from the tree, my heart accelerating in sudden anticipation. I started looking for Kamala Kaki. I heard a faint sound from behind a particularly large tree. I cautiously moved to the side of the tree and saw that Kaki was peeing there, squatting low, her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Her face was turned completely the other way.
Taking full advantage of this perfect opportunity, I started gazing intently at Kaki's glorious ganď. My *baburao* (lunď) got hard again instantly after seeing Kaki's firm, exposed ganď. Even after fucking two times today, my *baburao* was saluting Kaki's ganď with rock-hard attention, throbbing heavily. I kept looking at Kaki's ganď for a short, intense while, memorizing the perfect round shape. I didn't have much time; Kaki's peeing could end at any moment. So I quickly retreated to my original spot, adjusting my pants. My lunď was now hard like iron after seeing Kaki's ganď.
I had already had two intense fucking sessions today. If I had played with my lunď and released the cum, it would have taken a lot of time, and by then, Kaki would have returned. She would have found me playing with my lunď in the middle of the field. I didn't want to take any risks today. I didn't have time to play with my lunď. I thought of trying to calm my lunď down by simply peeing. I took my lunď out of my pants and started peeing, aiming at the ground. But because my lunď was hard, I had a difficult time peeing, the pressure intense and slow to release. I finally felt relieved after peeing and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the release of pressure. After zipping up my pants, I turned around.
Kamala Kaki was standing directly behind me, only a few feet away. Her face had turned bright red, crimson in the heat, and her eyes were darting everywhere but at me. My heart gave a powerful jerk in my chest, and a knot tightened in my gut. I quickly swallowed, feeling the sudden cold sweat on my palms. I just stood still, watching her. As soon as I turned and our eyes met, Kaki immediately started looking here and there, avoiding my gaze completely. *Maybe Kaki saw my lunď when I was peeing, and now she was shy and nervous, avoiding my eyes as soon as she saw me looking at her.*
I didn't pay much attention to the silence. I quickly picked up the mangoes and started walking toward the main area of the fields, needing to get away from the small clearing. Kaki and I were walking silently, the unspoken tension thick between us, like a heavy blanket. I was in front, and Kaki was coming silently behind me, her footsteps fast and deliberate. We quickly came back to the main working area of the fields. Kaki immediately got busy with her work, pulling weeds from the dirt, and I went to Chacha and started talking with him, my mind buzzing with the thrill of our silent, dangerous exchange.
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I left for the fields, my mind running through the day's events. Fucking Riya in the morning, followed by the intense fuck with Rati—everything felt incredibly good. But Meena Chachi was right. What if Suman Chachi had found that used condom in the kitchen? From now on, I knew I'd have to fuck with everything in mind, planning every detail. I'd have to keep in mind tomorrow morning at the stable that no one sees Riya and me. Every session, no matter how quick, would require sharp awareness. I thought that as long as Meena Chachi was there to watch my back at home, I didn't need to be afraid. But I had to take care of the external fucking myself. Meena Chachi covered the inside, but I had to take care of the outside myself. Now I resolved to do everything only after thinking and understanding the risks clearly.
Thinking like this, I came to the fields and walked over to where Kamala Kaki was working, her saree pulled tight around her waist.
"How are you, Kaki?" I asked, approaching her with a small wave.
"I'm fine, beta. You tell me, what's new and exciting in your life?" Kamala Kaki replied, smiling warmly as she set down a basket.
"Nothing special going on," I said, shrugging my shoulders innocently.
"You've become such a young man, full of energy, and you're still saying you haven't done anything fun," Kamala teased, setting down a basket and wiping sweat from her brow.
"What can I do, Kaki? Whenever I try to do something, everything immediately goes wrong or gets complicated," I said, putting on a worried expression, letting my gaze drift.
"What exactly do you do that everything goes wrong, Avi?" Kamala asked, leaning in, her brow furrowed in genuine curiosity.
"I try to attempt little tasks like that... that one small thing," I said vaguely, letting my eyes drop pointedly to her waist.
"And you can't even manage that one small thing?" Kamala asked, still confused by my words.
"That's exactly what I said, that everything goes wrong when I try," I said, looking defeated, then quickly changing the mood.
Hearing my vague, suggestive talk, Kamala Kaki started laughing heartily, covering her mouth with her saree, her eyes bright. *(My mood was still too preoccupied with Chachi's scolding, otherwise, I would have immediately made a serious move on her.)* "Kaki, the mangoes we picked yesterday were genuinely good," I said, changing the subject back to something safe and exciting.
"I told you yesterday that those mangoes were the best," Kamala confirmed, picking up a rake again.
"Come on, let's go pick mangoes again today," I urged, wanting to get her alone again.
"Why are you telling me to come? I showed you the tree yesterday, so you can go by yourself now," Kamala resisted, pointing toward the path.
"It's just more fun to pick mangoes with someone else for company," I insisted, trying to sound persuasive.
"Go with someone else then," Kamala countered, shaking her head.
"Don't you like my company, Kaki?" I asked, putting on a wounded look, lowering my voice.
"It's not that, beta. I just can't leave my work. Yesterday, my work didn't get done because I left to help you," Kamala explained, looking concerned about her earnings, twisting her fingers nervously.
"Don't worry about that, Kaki. I'll tell Chacha that you were helping me, so it's all okay, right?" I asked, knowing my word was enough to secure her work.
Kamala's face brightened instantly. "Okay, then let's go," she agreed, dropping the rake.
"That's the spirit, Kaki!" I exclaimed, grinning wide.
Just like yesterday, Kamala Kaki was walking in front, taking the path, and I was walking immediately behind her. Today again, we came to the same isolated spot from yesterday. I climbed the tree and immediately started picking mangoes, my eyes scanning the ground for her. After a while, Kamala Kaki suddenly disappeared again from my view below. I quickly came down from the tree, my heart accelerating in sudden anticipation. I started looking for Kamala Kaki. I heard a faint sound from behind a particularly large tree. I cautiously moved to the side of the tree and saw that Kaki was peeing there, squatting low, her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Her face was turned completely the other way.
Taking full advantage of this perfect opportunity, I started gazing intently at Kaki's glorious ganď. My *baburao* (lunď) got hard again instantly after seeing Kaki's firm, exposed ganď. Even after fucking two times today, my *baburao* was saluting Kaki's ganď with rock-hard attention, throbbing heavily. I kept looking at Kaki's ganď for a short, intense while, memorizing the perfect round shape. I didn't have much time; Kaki's peeing could end at any moment. So I quickly retreated to my original spot, adjusting my pants. My lunď was now hard like iron after seeing Kaki's ganď.
I had already had two intense fucking sessions today. If I had played with my lunď and released the cum, it would have taken a lot of time, and by then, Kaki would have returned. She would have found me playing with my lunď in the middle of the field. I didn't want to take any risks today. I didn't have time to play with my lunď. I thought of trying to calm my lunď down by simply peeing. I took my lunď out of my pants and started peeing, aiming at the ground. But because my lunď was hard, I had a difficult time peeing, the pressure intense and slow to release. I finally felt relieved after peeing and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the release of pressure. After zipping up my pants, I turned around.
Kamala Kaki was standing directly behind me, only a few feet away. Her face had turned bright red, crimson in the heat, and her eyes were darting everywhere but at me. My heart gave a powerful jerk in my chest, and a knot tightened in my gut. I quickly swallowed, feeling the sudden cold sweat on my palms. I just stood still, watching her. As soon as I turned and our eyes met, Kaki immediately started looking here and there, avoiding my gaze completely. *Maybe Kaki saw my lunď when I was peeing, and now she was shy and nervous, avoiding my eyes as soon as she saw me looking at her.*
I didn't pay much attention to the silence. I quickly picked up the mangoes and started walking toward the main area of the fields, needing to get away from the small clearing. Kaki and I were walking silently, the unspoken tension thick between us, like a heavy blanket. I was in front, and Kaki was coming silently behind me, her footsteps fast and deliberate. We quickly came back to the main working area of the fields. Kaki immediately got busy with her work, pulling weeds from the dirt, and I went to Chacha and started talking with him, my mind buzzing with the thrill of our silent, dangerous exchange.
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