Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 136: The Orchard Initiation (Avi and Sital)

I walked back into the room and told Sital that Meena Chachi was coming with us to the fields.

Sital raised an eyebrow at me. "You told Mammi everything?"

I shook my head firmly. "I didn't tell Chachi anything about the sex itself."

"Then why is she insisting on coming with us?" Sital asked, perplexed, her hands on her hips.

"Because of her presence, no one in the village will be suspicious of us going alone. And our work will still get done without worry," I explained with a smug smile, winking at her.

"Okay," Sital agreed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But what if Mammi accidentally sees us?"

"She'll stay safely inside the small house in the fields, keeping watch. We'll tell Seema Chachi that we're going to pluck mangoes," I repeated the cover story, gesturing towards the door.

"What a detailed plan you've made, Avi," Sital complimented me, her hands already reaching for the door, eager to leave.

After Meena Chachi joined us, I grabbed my small bag and left with Sital. On the way, Meena Chachi and Sital chatted casually, behaving as if the afternoon outing was completely innocent. Once we reached the fields, Meena Chachi walked straight into the small, shaded house in the middle of the field to sit and watch. I took Sital's hand and led her deeper into the dense mango orchard.

We came to the same secluded spot as yesterday. I looked carefully around everywhere, checking for any movement or sign of people. Then, I climbed quickly up a nearby mango tree and started plucking ripe mangoes. Sital watched me silently from below. After about fifteen minutes, I came down from the tree, carrying a few mangoes.

"What were you doing up there?" Sital asked, tilting her head, confused.

"What if someone was already here, hiding, and saw us arrive?" I asked her. "To not let them be suspicious, I was plucking mangoes. If anyone saw us, they would think we were simply here to pluck fruit."

"You came with a complete plan for every contingency," Sital said, her admiration clear, stepping closer.

I then took out a clean bedsheet from my bag and spread it carefully under the tree. I took out a water bottle and some other essential items that would be useful during our time together. I held Sital's hand and made her sit down on the bedsheet. I wanted to ask Sital about what sex in the city was like. I had many questions. But looking at Sital's eager face, I decided I should show her my skills first. Then I could ask her about the city's ways. If there was any deficiency in my sex technique, Sital could herself tell me what mistake I made.

I started my work immediately. I leaned in and started kissing Sital. Sital was already physically ready. This was exactly what Sital had been wanting. Sital was kissing me with even more ferocious passion than me, her mouth pressed hard against mine. While kissing, we started pulling off each other's clothes. I stripped Sital of her dress, and Sital tore off all my clothes. We were sitting naked in the middle of the fields under the open sky and kissing deeply.

After kissing, Sital did something I had never seen any virgin girl do. Sital reached down, took my lunď in her hands, and started examining it.

"Avi, your lunď is as thick and long as the ones I see in a blue film," Sital said, her voice full of awe, running her thumb over the shaft.

"You've watched blue films, Sital?" I asked, surprised, pulling back slightly.

"Yes. Everyone watches them in the city. Haven't you watched them?" Sital asked, genuinely surprised by my lack of experience, her eyes wide.

"Where would I watch them in the village? We don't even have electricity half the time," I replied honestly, shaking my head.

"I'll show you, but later. First, let me play with your weapon," Sital said with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling.

Sital didn't wait. She looked down at my hard cock lying on her lap, her eyes showing intense focus. Her fingers, feeling warm, wrapped around the shaft. She ran her thumb over the smooth, sensitive tip before leaning in.

Her lips, slightly parted and wet, took the head of my cock into her mouth. The sudden, intense heat from her mouth against my hard, throbbing cock sent a searing shock straight to my stomach. She didn't pause; she started sucking deeply, pulling on my cock with a steady, strong suction.

She worked my cock with a focus I'd never experienced. She moved it around inside her mouth like a child enjoying a lollipop. She was relentless, rolling her tongue under the shaft, licking the sensitive ridge, then plunging in for another deep suck. She would pull back, close her eyes for a second, then try to take half of my cock in, stretching her mouth as wide as she could. The powerful focus of her mouth, the soft, aggressive pull of her lips, and the wet texture of her tongue were completely intoxicating.

I couldn't help but groan softly, my hips lifting automatically, wanting more of that pressure. She responded by licking the base of my cock, circling her tongue around the skin near the root, then darting back up for another deep suck. The heat and pressure grew with every second. I reached out, threading my fingers into the hair at the back of her head, not to guide her, but just to hold onto something during the fast, escalating rhythm.

Blood rushed through my body, and the throbbing in my cock intensified, sending waves of uncontrollable excitement up my back. My vision narrowed; I was lost in the single, hypnotic feeling. The muscles in my lower stomach tightened, and I knew I was only moments from losing control, the pressure inside becoming an irresistible, explosive force.

I let out a sharp, choked gasp, the sound catching in my throat, and pushed my hips forward one final, desperate time. The feeling of the hot, thick semen bursting from my cock and flooding the dark, warm cavern of her mouth was an instant, overwhelming climax. My body arched violently; every nerve ending screamed with pure ecstasy.

Completely exhausted, I fell back onto the bedsheet, panting. I looked down, and Sital calmly finished the act. She pulled her head back slightly, then, without hesitation, she simply swallowed all my semen. My cock instantly shriveled up, collapsing against the soft curve of her chin, leaving my mind blank and my body weak from the intense pleasure.

"You've had your drink. Now let me have mine too," I said, catching my breath, panting heavily.

Sital didn't say anything. She just looked at my shrunken lunď and whispered in my ear that it got cold so quickly just by doing this much.

"I hadn't had sex for five or six days, that's why it happened so quickly," I explained, slightly embarrassed, running a hand through my hair.

"I want to ride a horse that runs for a long, long time," Sital said, looking at me pointedly, a demanding tone in her voice.

"You just wait and see how I make you ride, Sital," I promised, pushing myself up.

I quickly moved on top of Sital, giving her butt a quick, playful slap as I did. I started to kiss her deeply but pulled away fast, eager for what was next. Her lips were soft, but my attention was already fixed on her breasts.

Sital's breasts were beautiful, a light white color that looked radiant under the leaves. Her dark brown nipples were a striking contrast, making her chest look wildly attractive. They were perfectly shaped—just the right size and wonderfully firm.

I moved my mouth down from her neck, where I could smell a mix of sweat and soap, and lowered my head. The moment my mouth closed over one breast, she let out an instant, deep moan. The sound excited me completely.

I began my routine, a deliberate sequence to ramp up her pleasure. I started with her nipple, using just the tip of my tongue to tease, circle, and gently flick it. Then, I opened my mouth wider, taking the entire breast into the warm, wet darkness. I switched from the gentle touch of my tongue to the firm, demanding pressure of my lips.

My method shifted from soft, constant sucking to light, playful biting, which kept her body tight with anticipation. I used my hands to match the intensity: moving from soft, circular caressing underneath to firm, almost painful pressing and squeezing of the tissue. My speed increased slowly, starting with slow, luxurious movements and building to hard, demanding, rhythmic stimulation. Her first soft moans quickly became deeper and more ragged, turning into long, trembling sighs of pleasure that were quickly becoming too much to handle. I paid equal attention to both breasts until her skin was flushed pink and wet, and her nipples stood up straight, begging for more. I could feel the tension tightening inside her.

My mouth moved slowly down Sital's flushed body, placing kisses on her stomach and deep into her navel. As I continued down, the air grew thick with a warm, moist scent. I found the lush, wet area between her legs.

Sital's chooť was a beautiful pink and already wet. I noticed her chooť lips were slightly open, relaxed and inviting. I figured she had likely explored herself before. A small amount of sweet, clear water was already coming from her core. To build her excitement, I first kissed her inner thighs before moving my face to her center.

After kissing her chooť softly, I began to suck it deeply. The instant my tongue touched her, she jumped, a powerful reaction. Sital quickly grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it hard against her chooť, demanding more contact. I dedicated myself to licking her chooť intensely with my tongue.

I slid my tongue inside her chooť repeatedly, swirling and probing. Sital couldn't handle the rhythmic sucking anymore. Her body tensed violently, and her chooť released a flood of water. She forcefully kept my head pressed down and made me drink all the sweet water from her chooť, forcing me to swallow it. We were now even: she drank my semen, and I drank her water. The final act of sex remained.

Even after that climax, Sital's desire was intensely high. She was restless, twisting and breathing in quick gasps, begging me to put my cock inside her chooť.

I grabbed the small bottle of coconut oil and rubbed it on my cock, making it smooth and slippery. I then started rubbing my hard, oiled cock rhythmically against her chooť opening, deliberately teasing her. She was desperately crying out for me to put it inside her, her hips lifting urgently to meet mine.

I positioned my lunď on her chooť and gave a hard, determined jerk. The slick head of my lunď slid inside Sital's chooť. The slightly open chooť lips allowed the head to penetrate in one quick, shocking motion. Despite the ease of entry, she was a virgin. I knew the pain would be unavoidable. I leaned down and quickly covered her mouth with mine, preparing to suppress the scream. With a second, massive, powerful drive, I thrust forward, tearing Sital's hymen violently. My lunď plunged deep inside, burying itself up to five inches into her. Sital's initial scream was trapped and muffled by my mouth. The rest of her cry mixed with the sound of the birds and disappeared into the vast, open mango orchard. I pulled my mouth back, freeing her to breathe.

Sital's next sharp, involuntary scream of pain and shock, the birds chirping loudly in alarm and scattering, the sudden rush of wind through the trees, the rustling of the leaves, the intense blinding shine of the sun, the cool breeze on our hot, slick bodies, the sweet, heady smell of mangoes, the deep fear in my mind that we were exposed, the burning, overwhelming happiness in my heart, the fresh tears in Sital's eyes, the thin line of warm blood on my lunď and her chooť... Everything hit me with terrifying, immediate reality. I lost myself in the sheer sensory overload.

My entire body locked up and shuddered, my breathing short, shallow gasps. A wave of hot, dizzying adrenaline crashed over my brain, making the leaves and the sky spin wildly above us. I felt a surge of guilt and raw triumph that made my hands tremble violently against her sides, unable to push my body further, momentarily trapped by the profound intensity.

While I was absorbed in this static moment, Sital's initial pain began to slowly recede. She slapped my cheek—a small, firm, commanding tap—and the shock jolted me back into motion. I instantly started pressing and kneading Sital's breasts with my hands. Sital let out a moan of relief, the stimulation distracting her from the deep ache. I started moving my lunď carefully, rhythmically, back and forth within the five-inch depth. Sital still felt the pain, but she bravely controlled it, her focus shifting to the building pleasure of feeling my lunď inside her chooť. She was now actively enjoying the thrill of the forbidden act in the beautiful, secluded orchard.

After another four minutes of gentle, careful thrusting, Sital's body began to stiffen violently, her hips tensing. She choked out a single, desperate word, announcing she was about to come. I seized the opportunity, gathering all my strength, and drove my entire lunď into Sital's chooť with maximum force. Sital was instantly torn between two powerful extremes: she reached the ultimate pleasure of heaven as her water released in an explosive, shuddering climax, and she bore the hellish, final pain as my entire lunď buried itself deep inside her passage. I paused for a single, gasping moment, quickly withdrew my lunď, and gave a second, even harder, faster jerk. Again, my whole lunď plunged to the root, and she released a massive, sustained scream, but once more, it was completely suppressed by my mouth as I kissed her fiercely.

I then pulled my mouth back and began sucking her lips with mine, deep and consuming. I started thrusting slowly, setting a deep, steady rhythm. After a moment, Sital began to support my movements, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Her first time, on the village dirt, under the mango trees, with her brother, beneath the open sky. Sital was now enjoying it to the fullest. To intensify her pleasure and drive her over the edge, I started fucking Sital hard and fast, my body a machine of rhythmic drive. Her head thrashed, her hands tore at my shoulders, and the raw, explicit sounds of pleasure poured from her throat.

"Aahhh. Huu. No. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me fuck me harder ooohhh it's so good yyyyyeeeaaahhhhh...ohohhhoo oooh..." Sital screamed, her voice hoarse, her hips bucking under me.

She was thoroughly enjoying the deep, punishing fuck, and I was enjoying the feeling of driving myself into her tight, slick chooť immensely. She was being fucked with intense, escalating pleasure. After fucking Sital for about thirty-five minutes, I felt the final, irresistible wave. I groaned and released my semen, depositing it deep inside Sital's chooť. She had released her water three times by this point. I collapsed on top of her, completely spent. After resting for a few quiet, shared minutes, we finally separated and got up, immediately seeing the undeniable evidence: a large, dark stain of blood soaking into the white bedsheet beneath the mango tree.

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