02-12-2025, 08:37 PM
## Update 139 A: The Post-fuck Talk and Meena Chachi's Rescue (Avi and Sital)
Sital and I lay side by side under the tree after the intense sex. Sital definitely needed to rest for a while, her body recovering from the gaand fuck. While resting, we started talking softly.
I nudged her arm gently. "Did you enjoy it, Sital?" I asked, looking into her tired eyes.
She breathed out slowly. "Yes," she whispered, a faint smile on her lips.
"Did it hurt much?" I asked, tracing the outline of her knee.
She nodded once. "Yes," she confirmed.
"Do you want to do it again, even after that pain?" I asked, curious about her limit, resting my hand near her thigh.
Her smile widened slightly. "Yes," she affirmed, shifting her weight slightly.
"Will you be able to handle it again?" I pressed.
She looked at me without hesitation. "Yes," she said firmly, her eyes holding mine.
I gave her a gentle shove. "What is this 'yes, yes' thing, Sital? Say something else, you're not a parrot," I teased, smiling widely.
She chuckled, shifting her weight gingerly. "The answers to everything you're asking right now can only be yes," she explained, resting her head on my shoulder.
I pulled her closer with a mischievous grin. "Look, if you don't say anything else, I'll fuck your gaand again right now, just to get a different answer," I threatened playfully, tightening my arm around her.
She lifted her head, challenging me with a fierce look. "You start, I'll finish," she challenged, leaning her head back down.
"Okay. That day, you were going to tell me more about city girls and those blue films," I reminded her, changing the subject to information gathering, my voice low.
She ran her fingers over my chest, suddenly serious. "You tell me exactly what you want to know, Avi," she offered, tracing circles on my skin.
"What kind of cock do girls in the city prefer?" I asked, my voice low, leaning in.
"Some girls like a very thick one, and some girls like a very long one," Sital summarized. She paused, tilting her head. "But most girls, the ones who really know their pleasure, they want a cock that is both thick and long," she finished.
"How is mine? Does it fit that ideal lunď they want?" I asked, feeling a familiar swell of pride, puffing out my chest a bit.
She squeezed my shaft lightly through my clothes. "Yes, Avi. They want it to be thick and long, just like yours," she affirmed, nodding slowly.
"Do even virgin girls want that size, or are they scared?" I asked, thinking back to Riya, my voice softening.
"That day, when I first saw your cock, I was scared, honestly," Sital confessed, shuddering playfully. "But the way you treated me, the way you had sex with me—if you do that kind of sex with any city girl, she will instantly become your slave," she declared with absolute certainty, her voice dropping.
My pulse quickened at the word 'slave.' "Really? Can that really happen just with sex?" I asked, unable to hide my fascination, looking at her intently.
"Yes. Now tell me, Avi, who do you want to make your slave?" Sital asked, looking at me intently, her eyes challenging.
I quickly looked away, clearing my throat. "No one. I was just asking for the knowledge," I insisted, looking away from her eyes.
Sital smiled, seeing right through me. "I'll tell you something even more important," she offered, leaning closer again.
I leaned in, my attention fixed on her. "Yes, yes, tell me everything," I urged, grabbing her arm gently.
"Look, that day, I sucked your cock for the very first time, remember?" Sital asked, waiting for my nod, holding my gaze.
"Yes," I confirmed.
Sital held my gaze. "If you are with someone for the first time, never ask them to give you oral sex. If the girl offers to do it herself, let her. Just like I wanted to do it with you," she advised, speaking from her own experience, tapping my chest lightly.
"And what else?" I pressed, hungry for more secrets, my interest clearly visible.
"When you have sex with someone for the first time, take complete care of the other person's feelings and body. Never do anything against her will or by force," she emphasized. She reached out and took my hand. "Do it with love and respect. This will make the girl feel that you respect her and are giving her equal status in the sex," she finished, squeezing my hand.
"And what else?" I asked again, my mind already cataloging the advice. *(Pooja Bua's chooť must be dry from lack of attention...)*
"Most of the city girls' boyfriends or husbands never suck their chooť. If you suck such a girl's chooť, she will be incredibly happy with you. After that, she will do absolutely whatever you say, Avi," Sital revealed, giving me a powerful tool, her voice excited.
"And what else is rare?" I asked, eager for more unique advantages, leaning back slightly.
"In the city, thick and long cocks are very rare. The sheer size of your lunď dramatically increases your chances of conquest," Sital pointed out, looking down at my crotch.
"And?" I asked one last time, completely absorbed, staring at her.
Sital suddenly hit my chest with her palm. "Now what is this 'and and' thing, Avi? If you say 'and' again, I swear I'll fuck your gaand myself!" she declared dramatically, pulling her hand away.
I laughed, teasing her further. "And how would that feel?" I asked, pushing the limit, my eyes sparkling.
She threw her hands up in mock exasperation. "First of all... you're simply something else. You are impossible," Sital said, shaking her head, leaning back again.
We both started laughing loudly, the sound echoing lightly in the orchard.
"Is getting fucked in the gaand also popular with city girls?" I asked, moving to the next topic, my voice returning to normal.
"There are fifty-fifty chances when you ask them outright," Sital said, thinking it over, rubbing her chin. "But most girls secretly like to take it in the gaand if the guy knows what he's doing," she admitted.
"I already know all this, Sital. Tell me something completely new, a secret," I insisted, feeling like I had learned all her lessons, shifting restlessly.
"I only know this much practical information, Avi. You should watch a blue film yourself. Maybe you'll find out something new, something technical," Sital suggested, shrugging her shoulders.
I grinned. "You show me, then," I challenged.
"We can watch a blue film on Sweta Didi’s laptop, but here in the village, the laptop is busy all the time with movies and games," Sital explained the difficulty, looking frustrated.
"That means I won't get to watch a blue film and get proper instruction," I sighed dramatically, dropping my shoulders.
"I'll see what I can do. If I get a solid chance, I promise I’ll show you," Sital vowed, reaching out and touching my arm reassuringly.
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"Avi, Sital, where are you two?" a clear voice called out. It was Meena Chachi. She was walking toward our spot.
My stomach instantly clenched into a tight, cold knot. My breath hitched, and a prickle of ice-cold sweat broke out on my neck. I realized immediately it was the worst-case scenario: Raj had brought Meena Chachi directly to our hiding spot. However, the fact that Meena Chachi had called out our names first, before getting close, was the crucial difference—she was warning us.
I jumped to my feet, grabbing the discarded mangoes. "Chachi, we were just plucking mangoes, and Sital Didi twisted her ankle coming down from the tree," I lied smoothly, pointing at the tree quickly. "That's why we were sitting here and resting for a while."
Meena Chachi hurried toward us, her face concerned. "Sital, does it hurt a lot, beta?" she asked, immediately kneeling beside her.
Sital grimaced slightly, playing the part perfectly. "No, Mammi. It just hurts a little now. It will be fine after resting for a while longer," Sital said, rubbing her ankle convincingly, biting her lip.
"You lie down right here, then. Don't move," Meena Chachi commanded. "We'll sit here and eat some of the mangoes you plucked."
Sital immediately closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep on the bedsheet. Meena Chachi sat down near Sital and started eating a mango. Raj and I, relieved the danger had passed, climbed the nearby trees and started eating mangoes and having fun, keeping up the appearance of a normal outing.
Later that evening, we all came home. Chachaji was angry again today. He paced the floor, demanding to know why Meena Chachi had risked going to the fields in the heat. I didn't understand why Chachaji was so furious with Meena Chachi simply for going to the fields—her own fields. But I let it be. Meena Chachi once again, with a mix of soothing words and feminine charm, managed to calm Chacha's anger.
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Sital and I lay side by side under the tree after the intense sex. Sital definitely needed to rest for a while, her body recovering from the gaand fuck. While resting, we started talking softly.
I nudged her arm gently. "Did you enjoy it, Sital?" I asked, looking into her tired eyes.
She breathed out slowly. "Yes," she whispered, a faint smile on her lips.
"Did it hurt much?" I asked, tracing the outline of her knee.
She nodded once. "Yes," she confirmed.
"Do you want to do it again, even after that pain?" I asked, curious about her limit, resting my hand near her thigh.
Her smile widened slightly. "Yes," she affirmed, shifting her weight slightly.
"Will you be able to handle it again?" I pressed.
She looked at me without hesitation. "Yes," she said firmly, her eyes holding mine.
I gave her a gentle shove. "What is this 'yes, yes' thing, Sital? Say something else, you're not a parrot," I teased, smiling widely.
She chuckled, shifting her weight gingerly. "The answers to everything you're asking right now can only be yes," she explained, resting her head on my shoulder.
I pulled her closer with a mischievous grin. "Look, if you don't say anything else, I'll fuck your gaand again right now, just to get a different answer," I threatened playfully, tightening my arm around her.
She lifted her head, challenging me with a fierce look. "You start, I'll finish," she challenged, leaning her head back down.
"Okay. That day, you were going to tell me more about city girls and those blue films," I reminded her, changing the subject to information gathering, my voice low.
She ran her fingers over my chest, suddenly serious. "You tell me exactly what you want to know, Avi," she offered, tracing circles on my skin.
"What kind of cock do girls in the city prefer?" I asked, my voice low, leaning in.
"Some girls like a very thick one, and some girls like a very long one," Sital summarized. She paused, tilting her head. "But most girls, the ones who really know their pleasure, they want a cock that is both thick and long," she finished.
"How is mine? Does it fit that ideal lunď they want?" I asked, feeling a familiar swell of pride, puffing out my chest a bit.
She squeezed my shaft lightly through my clothes. "Yes, Avi. They want it to be thick and long, just like yours," she affirmed, nodding slowly.
"Do even virgin girls want that size, or are they scared?" I asked, thinking back to Riya, my voice softening.
"That day, when I first saw your cock, I was scared, honestly," Sital confessed, shuddering playfully. "But the way you treated me, the way you had sex with me—if you do that kind of sex with any city girl, she will instantly become your slave," she declared with absolute certainty, her voice dropping.
My pulse quickened at the word 'slave.' "Really? Can that really happen just with sex?" I asked, unable to hide my fascination, looking at her intently.
"Yes. Now tell me, Avi, who do you want to make your slave?" Sital asked, looking at me intently, her eyes challenging.
I quickly looked away, clearing my throat. "No one. I was just asking for the knowledge," I insisted, looking away from her eyes.
Sital smiled, seeing right through me. "I'll tell you something even more important," she offered, leaning closer again.
I leaned in, my attention fixed on her. "Yes, yes, tell me everything," I urged, grabbing her arm gently.
"Look, that day, I sucked your cock for the very first time, remember?" Sital asked, waiting for my nod, holding my gaze.
"Yes," I confirmed.
Sital held my gaze. "If you are with someone for the first time, never ask them to give you oral sex. If the girl offers to do it herself, let her. Just like I wanted to do it with you," she advised, speaking from her own experience, tapping my chest lightly.
"And what else?" I pressed, hungry for more secrets, my interest clearly visible.
"When you have sex with someone for the first time, take complete care of the other person's feelings and body. Never do anything against her will or by force," she emphasized. She reached out and took my hand. "Do it with love and respect. This will make the girl feel that you respect her and are giving her equal status in the sex," she finished, squeezing my hand.
"And what else?" I asked again, my mind already cataloging the advice. *(Pooja Bua's chooť must be dry from lack of attention...)*
"Most of the city girls' boyfriends or husbands never suck their chooť. If you suck such a girl's chooť, she will be incredibly happy with you. After that, she will do absolutely whatever you say, Avi," Sital revealed, giving me a powerful tool, her voice excited.
"And what else is rare?" I asked, eager for more unique advantages, leaning back slightly.
"In the city, thick and long cocks are very rare. The sheer size of your lunď dramatically increases your chances of conquest," Sital pointed out, looking down at my crotch.
"And?" I asked one last time, completely absorbed, staring at her.
Sital suddenly hit my chest with her palm. "Now what is this 'and and' thing, Avi? If you say 'and' again, I swear I'll fuck your gaand myself!" she declared dramatically, pulling her hand away.
I laughed, teasing her further. "And how would that feel?" I asked, pushing the limit, my eyes sparkling.
She threw her hands up in mock exasperation. "First of all... you're simply something else. You are impossible," Sital said, shaking her head, leaning back again.
We both started laughing loudly, the sound echoing lightly in the orchard.
"Is getting fucked in the gaand also popular with city girls?" I asked, moving to the next topic, my voice returning to normal.
"There are fifty-fifty chances when you ask them outright," Sital said, thinking it over, rubbing her chin. "But most girls secretly like to take it in the gaand if the guy knows what he's doing," she admitted.
"I already know all this, Sital. Tell me something completely new, a secret," I insisted, feeling like I had learned all her lessons, shifting restlessly.
"I only know this much practical information, Avi. You should watch a blue film yourself. Maybe you'll find out something new, something technical," Sital suggested, shrugging her shoulders.
I grinned. "You show me, then," I challenged.
"We can watch a blue film on Sweta Didi’s laptop, but here in the village, the laptop is busy all the time with movies and games," Sital explained the difficulty, looking frustrated.
"That means I won't get to watch a blue film and get proper instruction," I sighed dramatically, dropping my shoulders.
"I'll see what I can do. If I get a solid chance, I promise I’ll show you," Sital vowed, reaching out and touching my arm reassuringly.
---
"Avi, Sital, where are you two?" a clear voice called out. It was Meena Chachi. She was walking toward our spot.
My stomach instantly clenched into a tight, cold knot. My breath hitched, and a prickle of ice-cold sweat broke out on my neck. I realized immediately it was the worst-case scenario: Raj had brought Meena Chachi directly to our hiding spot. However, the fact that Meena Chachi had called out our names first, before getting close, was the crucial difference—she was warning us.
I jumped to my feet, grabbing the discarded mangoes. "Chachi, we were just plucking mangoes, and Sital Didi twisted her ankle coming down from the tree," I lied smoothly, pointing at the tree quickly. "That's why we were sitting here and resting for a while."
Meena Chachi hurried toward us, her face concerned. "Sital, does it hurt a lot, beta?" she asked, immediately kneeling beside her.
Sital grimaced slightly, playing the part perfectly. "No, Mammi. It just hurts a little now. It will be fine after resting for a while longer," Sital said, rubbing her ankle convincingly, biting her lip.
"You lie down right here, then. Don't move," Meena Chachi commanded. "We'll sit here and eat some of the mangoes you plucked."
Sital immediately closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep on the bedsheet. Meena Chachi sat down near Sital and started eating a mango. Raj and I, relieved the danger had passed, climbed the nearby trees and started eating mangoes and having fun, keeping up the appearance of a normal outing.
Later that evening, we all came home. Chachaji was angry again today. He paced the floor, demanding to know why Meena Chachi had risked going to the fields in the heat. I didn't understand why Chachaji was so furious with Meena Chachi simply for going to the fields—her own fields. But I let it be. Meena Chachi once again, with a mix of soothing words and feminine charm, managed to calm Chacha's anger.
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