02-12-2025, 11:00 PM
## Update 154: The Thirst Explained (Avi and Mona)
We lay stretched out on the ground together for a while, side by side. Mona slowly gathered herself, her breathing evening out. I looked at her, my mind racing with questions about her abrupt change of heart. Why had she refused me so forcefully just minutes ago, claiming to be a chaste wife? How did she switch from that moral high ground to naked submission so quickly? A little while ago, she had been a devoted woman; now she was a satisfied lover.
*What is truly going on in Mona's mind? I have to ask Mona how she changed her decision so completely and quickly.* I had just parted my lips to question her when Mona herself started talking, rolling onto her side to face me.
"That was absolutely so much fun, Avi," Mona sighed contentedly. "Having sex with you completely gets rid of all my horrible itch."
"How much itch do you actually have, Mona?" I asked, a wide, knowing grin stretching across my face.
"I had so much itch that you wouldn't believe it," Mona admitted, lightly punching my arm. "But you've gotten rid of every bit of it, thankfully."
"You're still this thirsty, even after getting married?" I asked, amused by her intensity.
"What can I even tell you, Avi?" Mona lamented, her expression souring. "By getting married, I have utterly shot myself in the foot."
"Tell me clearly what you mean," I insisted, propping my head up on my elbow.
"Before the marriage, I used to have sex regularly with my brother and with my future husband," Mona explained, counting them on her fingers. "But ever since I got married, I've only been able to have sex with my husband."
"Why did that change?" I asked. "Doesn't your brother still do it with you now?"
"My brother only comes to my house sometimes now," Mona complained with a heavy sigh. "But whenever he does come, my mother-in-law sticks to me like Fevicol. I don't get any chance to do anything alone with my brother."
"If your brother can't do it at your house, then why don't you simply go over to your brother's house?" I suggested.
"I tried that too," Mona said, shaking her head in defeat. "But at my mother’s house, my Mammi sticks to me like Fevicol instead!"
I couldn't help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of her situation hitting me. *So, at her husband's house, it’s the mother-in-law, and at her brother's house, it’s her Mammi.*
"Don't laugh at my misery," Mona pouted, hitting my chest softly.
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore," I promised, suppressing my smile. "If you can't do it with your brother, then what happened? You have your husband right there. Quench your itch with him completely."
"My husband?" Mona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "He goes to work in the city every morning and comes home completely tired at night. He does it with me just once, a quick fuck. and then he's asleep. I'm accustomed to taking two lunds at a time to be satisfied. He’s done after only one time, but I am left miserably thirsty."
"If you were that thirsty, then why did you act so difficult and say no to having sex with me just now?" I asked, finally posing the main question.
"You had sex with me in the storehouse in such a powerful way that I became an absolute slave to your lund," Mona confessed, her eyes glazing over with remembrance. "I thought you'd certainly come to have sex with me again, but I didn't see you anywhere after the storehouse. My choot was just constantly begging for your lund. First, you didn't come back to have sex with me again. And I didn't even know who you were! Whenever I saw someone staring at me in the street, I would think, 'Maybe he is the owner of the lund from the storehouse.' But there was absolutely no sign of you."
"Did you like my lund that much, Mona?" I asked, my chest swelling with pride.
"You're talking about just liking it?" Mona countered dramatically. "If I had only known that the lund belonged to you, Avi, I would have come to you on my own wedding night to get fucked by you!"
"I was actually planning on coming to your house for exactly that reason on your wedding day," I revealed with a smirk.
"Then why didn't you tell me that before, you fool?" Mona lamented, tugging my hair playfully. "I would have been riding your lund on the very day of my wedding!"
"If you were so eager to have sex with me again, then why did you put on such a huge act before just now?" I asked, laughing softly at her contradiction.
"Just like you tormented me by disappearing, I also wanted to torment you a little bit back," Mona explained, a mischievous smile finally breaking through.
"You gave up your torment in just ten minutes," I teased her.
"I wanted to torment you for a few more days, honestly," Mona admitted, rolling her eyes. "But then I suddenly thought, 'What if Avi gets angry and completely says no to ever having sex with me again?' Because of that fear, I quickly became ready to have sex with you."
"That was a very smart thing for you to think," I said, leaning in. "After that refusal, no matter how much you would have begged me to fuck you, I wouldn't have done it."
"You've asked everything you wanted to know, haven't you?" Mona asked, reaching for her petticoat.
"Yes, almost," I confirmed. "But I still didn't truly understand one thing. Why did you actually marry him, knowing all this?"
"I told you," Mona sighed. "Our marriage was fixed since childhood. And my Mammi also saw me having sex with him."
"I have a deep feeling that there is a third, more selfish reason," I pressed, not letting it go.
"If I had married someone else, I would have only gotten one lund," Mona confessed, her voice dropping. "But by marrying him, I thought I would get two lunds regularly, so I married him."
"Two lunds?" I questioned.
"One, my husband's, and the other, my brother's," Mona explained. "But that plan completely failed. After marriage, I have to manage with only my husband's single lund."
"You don't need two lunds now, Mona," I said, a smug expression spreading across my face.
"Why is that, Avi?" Mona asked, pulling on her blouse.
"My lund is more than equal to two ordinary lunds," I boasted with a confident smirk.
"Yes, that is absolutely true," Mona conceded, tying her blouse strings. "But how long will you keep doing it with me? I need a lund like yours, or two lunds, forever."
I had to be careful with my words. *What Mona said is right. I'm just having sex with Mona so I can finally get a chance to fuck her gaand. Once I fuck her gaand, I won't even look at Mona again.* "Whenever your thirst gets too severe, you just come find me," I said vaguely.
"I will, Avi," Mona promised. "But we really need to go now."
"Oh, yes," I agreed, surprised by the time. "We didn't even realize how much time passed while we were talking and... well, doing other things."
"Come on, let's go quickly," Mona urged, her eyes wide with urgency. "It must be past 8:00 p.m. now."
"Yes, let's hurry," I said, quickly pulling on my own clothes.
Then we put on our remaining clothes and came back out of the secluded orchard and into the fields. Only Mona and I were left; all the other laborers had gone home a long time ago. We quickly went our separate ways to our respective homes.
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We lay stretched out on the ground together for a while, side by side. Mona slowly gathered herself, her breathing evening out. I looked at her, my mind racing with questions about her abrupt change of heart. Why had she refused me so forcefully just minutes ago, claiming to be a chaste wife? How did she switch from that moral high ground to naked submission so quickly? A little while ago, she had been a devoted woman; now she was a satisfied lover.
*What is truly going on in Mona's mind? I have to ask Mona how she changed her decision so completely and quickly.* I had just parted my lips to question her when Mona herself started talking, rolling onto her side to face me.
"That was absolutely so much fun, Avi," Mona sighed contentedly. "Having sex with you completely gets rid of all my horrible itch."
"How much itch do you actually have, Mona?" I asked, a wide, knowing grin stretching across my face.
"I had so much itch that you wouldn't believe it," Mona admitted, lightly punching my arm. "But you've gotten rid of every bit of it, thankfully."
"You're still this thirsty, even after getting married?" I asked, amused by her intensity.
"What can I even tell you, Avi?" Mona lamented, her expression souring. "By getting married, I have utterly shot myself in the foot."
"Tell me clearly what you mean," I insisted, propping my head up on my elbow.
"Before the marriage, I used to have sex regularly with my brother and with my future husband," Mona explained, counting them on her fingers. "But ever since I got married, I've only been able to have sex with my husband."
"Why did that change?" I asked. "Doesn't your brother still do it with you now?"
"My brother only comes to my house sometimes now," Mona complained with a heavy sigh. "But whenever he does come, my mother-in-law sticks to me like Fevicol. I don't get any chance to do anything alone with my brother."
"If your brother can't do it at your house, then why don't you simply go over to your brother's house?" I suggested.
"I tried that too," Mona said, shaking her head in defeat. "But at my mother’s house, my Mammi sticks to me like Fevicol instead!"
I couldn't help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of her situation hitting me. *So, at her husband's house, it’s the mother-in-law, and at her brother's house, it’s her Mammi.*
"Don't laugh at my misery," Mona pouted, hitting my chest softly.
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore," I promised, suppressing my smile. "If you can't do it with your brother, then what happened? You have your husband right there. Quench your itch with him completely."
"My husband?" Mona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "He goes to work in the city every morning and comes home completely tired at night. He does it with me just once, a quick fuck. and then he's asleep. I'm accustomed to taking two lunds at a time to be satisfied. He’s done after only one time, but I am left miserably thirsty."
"If you were that thirsty, then why did you act so difficult and say no to having sex with me just now?" I asked, finally posing the main question.
"You had sex with me in the storehouse in such a powerful way that I became an absolute slave to your lund," Mona confessed, her eyes glazing over with remembrance. "I thought you'd certainly come to have sex with me again, but I didn't see you anywhere after the storehouse. My choot was just constantly begging for your lund. First, you didn't come back to have sex with me again. And I didn't even know who you were! Whenever I saw someone staring at me in the street, I would think, 'Maybe he is the owner of the lund from the storehouse.' But there was absolutely no sign of you."
"Did you like my lund that much, Mona?" I asked, my chest swelling with pride.
"You're talking about just liking it?" Mona countered dramatically. "If I had only known that the lund belonged to you, Avi, I would have come to you on my own wedding night to get fucked by you!"
"I was actually planning on coming to your house for exactly that reason on your wedding day," I revealed with a smirk.
"Then why didn't you tell me that before, you fool?" Mona lamented, tugging my hair playfully. "I would have been riding your lund on the very day of my wedding!"
"If you were so eager to have sex with me again, then why did you put on such a huge act before just now?" I asked, laughing softly at her contradiction.
"Just like you tormented me by disappearing, I also wanted to torment you a little bit back," Mona explained, a mischievous smile finally breaking through.
"You gave up your torment in just ten minutes," I teased her.
"I wanted to torment you for a few more days, honestly," Mona admitted, rolling her eyes. "But then I suddenly thought, 'What if Avi gets angry and completely says no to ever having sex with me again?' Because of that fear, I quickly became ready to have sex with you."
"That was a very smart thing for you to think," I said, leaning in. "After that refusal, no matter how much you would have begged me to fuck you, I wouldn't have done it."
"You've asked everything you wanted to know, haven't you?" Mona asked, reaching for her petticoat.
"Yes, almost," I confirmed. "But I still didn't truly understand one thing. Why did you actually marry him, knowing all this?"
"I told you," Mona sighed. "Our marriage was fixed since childhood. And my Mammi also saw me having sex with him."
"I have a deep feeling that there is a third, more selfish reason," I pressed, not letting it go.
"If I had married someone else, I would have only gotten one lund," Mona confessed, her voice dropping. "But by marrying him, I thought I would get two lunds regularly, so I married him."
"Two lunds?" I questioned.
"One, my husband's, and the other, my brother's," Mona explained. "But that plan completely failed. After marriage, I have to manage with only my husband's single lund."
"You don't need two lunds now, Mona," I said, a smug expression spreading across my face.
"Why is that, Avi?" Mona asked, pulling on her blouse.
"My lund is more than equal to two ordinary lunds," I boasted with a confident smirk.
"Yes, that is absolutely true," Mona conceded, tying her blouse strings. "But how long will you keep doing it with me? I need a lund like yours, or two lunds, forever."
I had to be careful with my words. *What Mona said is right. I'm just having sex with Mona so I can finally get a chance to fuck her gaand. Once I fuck her gaand, I won't even look at Mona again.* "Whenever your thirst gets too severe, you just come find me," I said vaguely.
"I will, Avi," Mona promised. "But we really need to go now."
"Oh, yes," I agreed, surprised by the time. "We didn't even realize how much time passed while we were talking and... well, doing other things."
"Come on, let's go quickly," Mona urged, her eyes wide with urgency. "It must be past 8:00 p.m. now."
"Yes, let's hurry," I said, quickly pulling on my own clothes.
Then we put on our remaining clothes and came back out of the secluded orchard and into the fields. Only Mona and I were left; all the other laborers had gone home a long time ago. We quickly went our separate ways to our respective homes.
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