02-12-2025, 11:03 PM
## Update 155 A: Kamala Kaki's Revelation (Avi and Mona)
The next day, I came to the fields in the evening again. Today, I was set on fucking Mona's gaand exclusively. Because Mona's gaand was tight and fresh, while her choot was loose and worn. I arrived at the fields and immediately started looking for Mona. I didn't see her at first. Then I spotted Mona and Kamala Kaki working together in the mango orchard itself. Kamala Kaki looked normal and busy as usual. I didn't know what had transpired at Mona's house, but whatever it was, it seemed to work in my favor.
I began casually looking toward Mona. As soon as she caught sight of me, she abruptly moved away and began working separately from Kaki. Kamala Kaki glanced at me once, then at Mona, and then resumed her work, seemingly satisfied. Mona was also working with exaggerated diligence to show her mother-in-law that everything was perfectly fine and innocent. Kamala Kaki thought the suspicion was baseless. Unknown to both Mona and me, however, Kamala Kaki's eyes were discreetly following our every move.
After the tense twenty minutes of pretending to work, I gave Mona the subtle signal—a quick nod toward the dense cover of the orchard. Her eyes flashed with immediate understanding. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head in a deliberately natural, tired motion, then hurried quickly into the shadowy depths of the mango trees. I gave her a few seconds, then followed, moving with focused urgency to our familiar, secluded spot. The moment I caught up, I grabbed Mona, pulling her against me with a harsh force, and started kissing her fiercely.
"Do it fast, Avi," she pleaded, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with a genuine, frantic fear. "Or my mother-in-law will surely know we're gone! We don't have time!"
"Hold the tree," I ordered, my voice low and impatient.
Mona instantly bent over, bracing her hands against the rough bark. I wasted no time, yanking her sari and petticoat high up to her waist, bunching the fabric over her lower back. I couldn't risk the delay of making her fully naked today; her mother-in-law, Kamala Kaki, was too close. The sight of her exposed lower half confirmed an earlier suspicion: Mona was wearing no panty at all. She had clearly decided at home that this would be a quick, necessary transaction.
I quickly rolled a condom onto my lund. I had fully intended to focus on her gaand, but I knew her choot needed attention first—both to satisfy Mona quickly and to generate the necessary wetness. I positioned my lund and drove it into her choot, starting a fast, relentless fucking. I focused on deep, rhythmic strokes, fucking her choot with efficient brutality for the first few minutes.
Then, feeling her choot become slick, and knowing she was now lost in pleasure, I pulled my lund out, slick and hot. I repositioned myself, guiding the tip toward her gaand. As I began to apply pressure, Mona tensed up instantly and pulled away, twisting her body to block me. "No, Avi! Not the gaand! It's still hurting badly from yesterday! Please, not the gaand!" she gasped out a refusal.
But her refusal only fueled my desire for control and added a perverse tension to the encounter. I completely ignored her words. I began fucking her with a frantic, punishing rhythm, alternating fiercely between her gaand and her choot. One moment, I'd slam the lund against the still-tender entrance of her gaand until she cried out in pain and shock; the next, I'd yank it out and drive it deep into the familiar, loose surrender of her choot with punishing speed. The frantic switching was designed to overload her senses—pain, pleasure, fear, and release all mixed together. The sheer intensity of this fucking, driven by the need for speed and the thrill of breaking her will, caused Mona to violently climax twice in the space of thirty minutes. Her body shook with deep, involuntary spasms against the tree before she finally slumped forward, spent and exhausted.
Mona quickly readjusted her clothes. After a few minutes, I also walked back to the fields. Kamala Kaki was still working diligently, her head down. It was a relief that Kaki was seemingly preoccupied. Mona also immediately immersed herself in her work.
I left Mona with Kamala Kaki and started walking around the fields, pretending to inspect the work. I was blissfully unaware of the intense, silent drama that had just unfolded behind me.
Soon after the work was done, I went home with Chacha. But completely unknown to me, while I was having sex with Mona, Kamala Kaki had silently followed us and was now hidden behind the trees, watching Mona and me have sex.
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Kamala Kaki's Internal Thoughts
"You motherfucker, Avi, you're actually fucking my daughter-in-law here," Kamala Kaki screamed internally, her heart pounding. "And look at Mona, how much pleasure she is getting from being fucked by him. I had a strong suspicion the other day when Mona came home late, and there was that suspicious pee stain on her sari. But then I told myself she was just delayed by work. But after that, yesterday she insisted on coming to the field early, telling me to come at my usual time! She is coming here and having sex! Yesterday, I was 75% sure Mona had been fucked; look how she was limping and walking today! And now, look at her, how she's taking his horse-like lund with such deep pleasure! I was the one who showed this good place to this motherfucker, and he's using it to fuck my daughter-in-law's choot! When I saw his lund that day, I became so hot that I actually fell ill from desire! The doctor told me to rest, but I've come here to work early just to try and release my own heat, and he's releasing my daughter-in-law's heat instead! These two are completely ruining my life and my son's life! If these two keep having sex like this, my son will crave a choot that is responsive, and I will be left craving Avi's lund! I have to do something now, or what will become of my son's marriage? And what will become of my own need? Let Mona come home first; then I will confront her. Now I need to leave this spot before they spot me."
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The next day, I came to the fields in the evening again. Today, I was set on fucking Mona's gaand exclusively. Because Mona's gaand was tight and fresh, while her choot was loose and worn. I arrived at the fields and immediately started looking for Mona. I didn't see her at first. Then I spotted Mona and Kamala Kaki working together in the mango orchard itself. Kamala Kaki looked normal and busy as usual. I didn't know what had transpired at Mona's house, but whatever it was, it seemed to work in my favor.
I began casually looking toward Mona. As soon as she caught sight of me, she abruptly moved away and began working separately from Kaki. Kamala Kaki glanced at me once, then at Mona, and then resumed her work, seemingly satisfied. Mona was also working with exaggerated diligence to show her mother-in-law that everything was perfectly fine and innocent. Kamala Kaki thought the suspicion was baseless. Unknown to both Mona and me, however, Kamala Kaki's eyes were discreetly following our every move.
After the tense twenty minutes of pretending to work, I gave Mona the subtle signal—a quick nod toward the dense cover of the orchard. Her eyes flashed with immediate understanding. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head in a deliberately natural, tired motion, then hurried quickly into the shadowy depths of the mango trees. I gave her a few seconds, then followed, moving with focused urgency to our familiar, secluded spot. The moment I caught up, I grabbed Mona, pulling her against me with a harsh force, and started kissing her fiercely.
"Do it fast, Avi," she pleaded, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with a genuine, frantic fear. "Or my mother-in-law will surely know we're gone! We don't have time!"
"Hold the tree," I ordered, my voice low and impatient.
Mona instantly bent over, bracing her hands against the rough bark. I wasted no time, yanking her sari and petticoat high up to her waist, bunching the fabric over her lower back. I couldn't risk the delay of making her fully naked today; her mother-in-law, Kamala Kaki, was too close. The sight of her exposed lower half confirmed an earlier suspicion: Mona was wearing no panty at all. She had clearly decided at home that this would be a quick, necessary transaction.
I quickly rolled a condom onto my lund. I had fully intended to focus on her gaand, but I knew her choot needed attention first—both to satisfy Mona quickly and to generate the necessary wetness. I positioned my lund and drove it into her choot, starting a fast, relentless fucking. I focused on deep, rhythmic strokes, fucking her choot with efficient brutality for the first few minutes.
Then, feeling her choot become slick, and knowing she was now lost in pleasure, I pulled my lund out, slick and hot. I repositioned myself, guiding the tip toward her gaand. As I began to apply pressure, Mona tensed up instantly and pulled away, twisting her body to block me. "No, Avi! Not the gaand! It's still hurting badly from yesterday! Please, not the gaand!" she gasped out a refusal.
But her refusal only fueled my desire for control and added a perverse tension to the encounter. I completely ignored her words. I began fucking her with a frantic, punishing rhythm, alternating fiercely between her gaand and her choot. One moment, I'd slam the lund against the still-tender entrance of her gaand until she cried out in pain and shock; the next, I'd yank it out and drive it deep into the familiar, loose surrender of her choot with punishing speed. The frantic switching was designed to overload her senses—pain, pleasure, fear, and release all mixed together. The sheer intensity of this fucking, driven by the need for speed and the thrill of breaking her will, caused Mona to violently climax twice in the space of thirty minutes. Her body shook with deep, involuntary spasms against the tree before she finally slumped forward, spent and exhausted.
Mona quickly readjusted her clothes. After a few minutes, I also walked back to the fields. Kamala Kaki was still working diligently, her head down. It was a relief that Kaki was seemingly preoccupied. Mona also immediately immersed herself in her work.
I left Mona with Kamala Kaki and started walking around the fields, pretending to inspect the work. I was blissfully unaware of the intense, silent drama that had just unfolded behind me.
Soon after the work was done, I went home with Chacha. But completely unknown to me, while I was having sex with Mona, Kamala Kaki had silently followed us and was now hidden behind the trees, watching Mona and me have sex.
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Kamala Kaki's Internal Thoughts
"You motherfucker, Avi, you're actually fucking my daughter-in-law here," Kamala Kaki screamed internally, her heart pounding. "And look at Mona, how much pleasure she is getting from being fucked by him. I had a strong suspicion the other day when Mona came home late, and there was that suspicious pee stain on her sari. But then I told myself she was just delayed by work. But after that, yesterday she insisted on coming to the field early, telling me to come at my usual time! She is coming here and having sex! Yesterday, I was 75% sure Mona had been fucked; look how she was limping and walking today! And now, look at her, how she's taking his horse-like lund with such deep pleasure! I was the one who showed this good place to this motherfucker, and he's using it to fuck my daughter-in-law's choot! When I saw his lund that day, I became so hot that I actually fell ill from desire! The doctor told me to rest, but I've come here to work early just to try and release my own heat, and he's releasing my daughter-in-law's heat instead! These two are completely ruining my life and my son's life! If these two keep having sex like this, my son will crave a choot that is responsive, and I will be left craving Avi's lund! I have to do something now, or what will become of my son's marriage? And what will become of my own need? Let Mona come home first; then I will confront her. Now I need to leave this spot before they spot me."
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