03-12-2025, 10:17 PM
## Update 161: The Orchard Seized (Avi and Kamala Kaki)
After a restful nap, I walked to the fields, fully committed to the task. Meena Chachi's final word echoed in my mind: regardless of whether Kamala Kaki gave me a sign or not, I had to have sex with her today. I came straight to Kamala Kaki. Today, Kaki herself immediately brought up the orchard. Perhaps my asking her to pee in front of me yesterday had made Kaki realize I was desperate to see her gaand, meaning I wanted to have sex.
Kaki and I started walking toward the mango orchard. I quickly broke five or six mangoes and climbed down the tree within minutes.
*(I wanted to test the waters and see her reaction.)* "Let's go, Kaki," I said, putting the basket down.
"So soon, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, surprised by my speed.
"Yes, I have some work I need to finish," I lied.
"Wait just a minute," Kamala Kaki said, gesturing toward the trees. "I'll pee first, and then we'll leave together."
"Okay," I agreed, watching her intently.
Kamala Kaki turned her back to me and squatted right there, a few feet away, her face averted to the other side. Critically, Kamala Kaki did not tell me to look away this time. I immediately understood that Kamala Kaki was giving me the green light; she was ready for sex. It wouldn't be right to talk now and then have sex. First, I would have sex, and then we would talk. I quickly unzipped my jeans and took out my lund. I rolled the condom on. Kamala Kaki was still squatting there. I listened carefully. The loud sound of her pee had completely stopped. Kaki had finished relieving herself, but she remained in the low squatting position, deliberately showing me her huge gaand.
This was the perfect opportunity. I approached Kaki without trying to make a sound. Although I *thought* I was being silent, the dry leaves carpeting the orchard ground crunched under my feet. Kaki must have heard the sound of me coming, yet she still did not stand up. This meant Kaki had come to the orchard today with complete preparation and expectation.
I reached her, gripped Kaki's shoulders from behind, and pulled her backward and to the side, causing her to fall onto the ground. Before Kaki could react or protest, I yanked her sari up to her waist. From the back, the sari was already raised from the squat. Kaki's choot was now fully exposed and staring up at me.
There was a thick, dark jungle of hair on Kaki's choot. Kaki tried to move and straighten herself. I quickly mounted Kaki, positioned my lund on her choot, and shoved it inside her with one powerful jerk. Kaki screamed violently. It was the first time I had rammed my whole lund inside a woman with a single, brutal shove. Doing this caused both me and Kaki a jolt of sharp pain. I instantly clamped my hand over Kaki's mouth to muffle her scream. Kaki was clearly in agony, but she did not struggle or try to push me off her body even once.
I held still for a moment, letting the initial pain subside, and then started thrusting. My heart hammered against my ribs, pumping blood furiously through my veins. A knot tightened in my gut from the sheer excitement and fear of Kaki's scream. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I prepared to move. I pushed down, feeling the immense power of my lund inside her. Kaki's choot was quite large and already open, so the initial shock of pain subsided very quickly for her. The speed of my thrusts also increased rapidly. I began fucking her with full, driving force. With every deep thrust, Kamala Kaki instinctively lifted her gaand, which made it all the more pleasurable and easy for me to drive my lund inside. Kaki was clearly enjoying the sex. After ten minutes of this powerful fucking, Kaki's water came out, and she began to moan loudly in pure pleasure.
"Avi, just like that," Kaki gasped against my palm. "Harder. Tear it open! Aaaahhhh, my choot. Aaaahhhhh, how long I've wanted to take your lund! Aahhh."
Hearing Kaki's desperate moans, I increased my speed even further. For another ten minutes, I kept fucking Kaki with ferocious intensity. Kaki's choot was soaking wet. Tsunami after tsunami of pleasure was coming from Kaki's choot. I was also close to releasing my semen. Feeling the imminent rush, I quickly pulled my lund out. I tore the condom off and threw it aside. I brought my throbbing lund near Kaki's mouth. Kaki instantly opened her mouth and took my lund inside. I grabbed Kaki's head and started forcefully thrusting my lund deep into her mouth. In ten or twelve frantic thrusts, I released all my semen deep into Kaki's mouth. Kaki swallowed every drop of the semen.
I collapsed next to Kaki. Kaki lay there, taking long, ragged breaths. After a minute, she adjusted her sari and fixed her clothes.
"Does anyone have sex like that, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, still breathing heavily, a slight smile on her lips.
I looked at Kaki and started laughing, thrilled by the successful conquest.
"Couldn't you have done it more calmly and sweetly?" Kamala Kaki asked, a playful accusation in her voice.
"How was I supposed to know you also desperately wanted to have sex?" I asked innocently.
"If I didn't want to have sex with you, would I show you my gaand every day?" Kamala Kaki countered, arching an eyebrow.
"If you had just said so, I would have done it nicely," I insisted.
"How can a woman say, 'Fuck my choot' herself, Avi?" Kamala Kaki argued, meeting my gaze. "You, the man, have to understand the signals."
"Let it go now," I said. "But did you have fun, Kaki, or not?"
"I hadn't had sex for two long years," Kamala Kaki whispered, her eyes shining. "Of course, I had fun."
"But how did you know for sure that I would be the one to have sex with you?" I asked, needing to know the full truth of her plan.
"That day, I saw you having sex with my daughter-in-law, Mona," Kamala Kaki confessed, a dark intensity entering her voice. "I saw exactly how roughly you were fucking her gaand. That's when I decided that if you could have sex with her like that, you would certainly have sex with me too."
"You saw everything?" I asked, a fresh shock coursing through me. "Then why didn't you say anything to me that day?"
"I screamed and hit Mona at home afterward," Kamala Kaki revealed. "And then I sent her to the city. I needed her to be far away from you so that you would be forced to pay attention to me."
"This means you sent Mona to the city because you wanted to get fucked yourself in her place?" I clarified, my face hardening with the realization.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki admitted simply. "I had been without sex for two years. I had to do this much to satisfy my need."
"I would have had sex with you both, along with Mona," I pointed out, slightly irritated.
"I didn't want to break my family," Kamala Kaki said, shaking her head. "And I couldn't have enjoyed it with you in front of Mona. And besides..."
"And besides what, Kaki?" I urged.
"I particularly like getting my gaand fucked," Kamala Kaki confessed, her eyes wide with desire. "My husband didn't fuck my gaand very often. That day, when I saw you fucking Mona's gaand so roughly, that's when I thought: I have to get my gaand fucked by you."
"Okay," I said, a dangerous plan forming in my mind. "I'll fuck your gaand tomorrow then." *(Kaki did not do the right thing by me. By taking Mona away, she caused me to go without sex for a whole week. Kaki will have to pay for this inconvenience. Kaki likes getting her gaand fucked, does she? I will teach Kaki a lesson tomorrow.)*
"Come to my house tomorrow evening," Kamala Kaki suggested, her voice hopeful.
"Not at home," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I will fuck you right here in this orchard again."
"Not here," Kamala Kaki insisted, her voice tight with fear.
"Why not here?" I challenged her.
"First of all, my gaand has only been fucked a few times," Kamala Kaki explained, nervously twisting her fingers. "And your lund is huge. Anyone could easily hear my screams here in the open."
"If I am going to fuck your gaand, I will do it here," I dictated, staring her down. "Otherwise, I won't do it at all. Now let's go, it's getting late."
After saying that much, I cut off the conversation completely. We walked back to the fields in silence.
I couldn't stop thinking, *What if Kamala Aunty refuses to have sex tomorrow?* But the thought was quickly dismissed. No, she can't refuse. She has a deep, two-year-old thirst she desperately needs to quench. She'll definitely show up tomorrow. I decided to wait and see what would unfold.
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After a restful nap, I walked to the fields, fully committed to the task. Meena Chachi's final word echoed in my mind: regardless of whether Kamala Kaki gave me a sign or not, I had to have sex with her today. I came straight to Kamala Kaki. Today, Kaki herself immediately brought up the orchard. Perhaps my asking her to pee in front of me yesterday had made Kaki realize I was desperate to see her gaand, meaning I wanted to have sex.
Kaki and I started walking toward the mango orchard. I quickly broke five or six mangoes and climbed down the tree within minutes.
*(I wanted to test the waters and see her reaction.)* "Let's go, Kaki," I said, putting the basket down.
"So soon, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, surprised by my speed.
"Yes, I have some work I need to finish," I lied.
"Wait just a minute," Kamala Kaki said, gesturing toward the trees. "I'll pee first, and then we'll leave together."
"Okay," I agreed, watching her intently.
Kamala Kaki turned her back to me and squatted right there, a few feet away, her face averted to the other side. Critically, Kamala Kaki did not tell me to look away this time. I immediately understood that Kamala Kaki was giving me the green light; she was ready for sex. It wouldn't be right to talk now and then have sex. First, I would have sex, and then we would talk. I quickly unzipped my jeans and took out my lund. I rolled the condom on. Kamala Kaki was still squatting there. I listened carefully. The loud sound of her pee had completely stopped. Kaki had finished relieving herself, but she remained in the low squatting position, deliberately showing me her huge gaand.
This was the perfect opportunity. I approached Kaki without trying to make a sound. Although I *thought* I was being silent, the dry leaves carpeting the orchard ground crunched under my feet. Kaki must have heard the sound of me coming, yet she still did not stand up. This meant Kaki had come to the orchard today with complete preparation and expectation.
I reached her, gripped Kaki's shoulders from behind, and pulled her backward and to the side, causing her to fall onto the ground. Before Kaki could react or protest, I yanked her sari up to her waist. From the back, the sari was already raised from the squat. Kaki's choot was now fully exposed and staring up at me.
There was a thick, dark jungle of hair on Kaki's choot. Kaki tried to move and straighten herself. I quickly mounted Kaki, positioned my lund on her choot, and shoved it inside her with one powerful jerk. Kaki screamed violently. It was the first time I had rammed my whole lund inside a woman with a single, brutal shove. Doing this caused both me and Kaki a jolt of sharp pain. I instantly clamped my hand over Kaki's mouth to muffle her scream. Kaki was clearly in agony, but she did not struggle or try to push me off her body even once.
I held still for a moment, letting the initial pain subside, and then started thrusting. My heart hammered against my ribs, pumping blood furiously through my veins. A knot tightened in my gut from the sheer excitement and fear of Kaki's scream. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I prepared to move. I pushed down, feeling the immense power of my lund inside her. Kaki's choot was quite large and already open, so the initial shock of pain subsided very quickly for her. The speed of my thrusts also increased rapidly. I began fucking her with full, driving force. With every deep thrust, Kamala Kaki instinctively lifted her gaand, which made it all the more pleasurable and easy for me to drive my lund inside. Kaki was clearly enjoying the sex. After ten minutes of this powerful fucking, Kaki's water came out, and she began to moan loudly in pure pleasure.
"Avi, just like that," Kaki gasped against my palm. "Harder. Tear it open! Aaaahhhh, my choot. Aaaahhhhh, how long I've wanted to take your lund! Aahhh."
Hearing Kaki's desperate moans, I increased my speed even further. For another ten minutes, I kept fucking Kaki with ferocious intensity. Kaki's choot was soaking wet. Tsunami after tsunami of pleasure was coming from Kaki's choot. I was also close to releasing my semen. Feeling the imminent rush, I quickly pulled my lund out. I tore the condom off and threw it aside. I brought my throbbing lund near Kaki's mouth. Kaki instantly opened her mouth and took my lund inside. I grabbed Kaki's head and started forcefully thrusting my lund deep into her mouth. In ten or twelve frantic thrusts, I released all my semen deep into Kaki's mouth. Kaki swallowed every drop of the semen.
I collapsed next to Kaki. Kaki lay there, taking long, ragged breaths. After a minute, she adjusted her sari and fixed her clothes.
"Does anyone have sex like that, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, still breathing heavily, a slight smile on her lips.
I looked at Kaki and started laughing, thrilled by the successful conquest.
"Couldn't you have done it more calmly and sweetly?" Kamala Kaki asked, a playful accusation in her voice.
"How was I supposed to know you also desperately wanted to have sex?" I asked innocently.
"If I didn't want to have sex with you, would I show you my gaand every day?" Kamala Kaki countered, arching an eyebrow.
"If you had just said so, I would have done it nicely," I insisted.
"How can a woman say, 'Fuck my choot' herself, Avi?" Kamala Kaki argued, meeting my gaze. "You, the man, have to understand the signals."
"Let it go now," I said. "But did you have fun, Kaki, or not?"
"I hadn't had sex for two long years," Kamala Kaki whispered, her eyes shining. "Of course, I had fun."
"But how did you know for sure that I would be the one to have sex with you?" I asked, needing to know the full truth of her plan.
"That day, I saw you having sex with my daughter-in-law, Mona," Kamala Kaki confessed, a dark intensity entering her voice. "I saw exactly how roughly you were fucking her gaand. That's when I decided that if you could have sex with her like that, you would certainly have sex with me too."
"You saw everything?" I asked, a fresh shock coursing through me. "Then why didn't you say anything to me that day?"
"I screamed and hit Mona at home afterward," Kamala Kaki revealed. "And then I sent her to the city. I needed her to be far away from you so that you would be forced to pay attention to me."
"This means you sent Mona to the city because you wanted to get fucked yourself in her place?" I clarified, my face hardening with the realization.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki admitted simply. "I had been without sex for two years. I had to do this much to satisfy my need."
"I would have had sex with you both, along with Mona," I pointed out, slightly irritated.
"I didn't want to break my family," Kamala Kaki said, shaking her head. "And I couldn't have enjoyed it with you in front of Mona. And besides..."
"And besides what, Kaki?" I urged.
"I particularly like getting my gaand fucked," Kamala Kaki confessed, her eyes wide with desire. "My husband didn't fuck my gaand very often. That day, when I saw you fucking Mona's gaand so roughly, that's when I thought: I have to get my gaand fucked by you."
"Okay," I said, a dangerous plan forming in my mind. "I'll fuck your gaand tomorrow then." *(Kaki did not do the right thing by me. By taking Mona away, she caused me to go without sex for a whole week. Kaki will have to pay for this inconvenience. Kaki likes getting her gaand fucked, does she? I will teach Kaki a lesson tomorrow.)*
"Come to my house tomorrow evening," Kamala Kaki suggested, her voice hopeful.
"Not at home," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I will fuck you right here in this orchard again."
"Not here," Kamala Kaki insisted, her voice tight with fear.
"Why not here?" I challenged her.
"First of all, my gaand has only been fucked a few times," Kamala Kaki explained, nervously twisting her fingers. "And your lund is huge. Anyone could easily hear my screams here in the open."
"If I am going to fuck your gaand, I will do it here," I dictated, staring her down. "Otherwise, I won't do it at all. Now let's go, it's getting late."
After saying that much, I cut off the conversation completely. We walked back to the fields in silence.
I couldn't stop thinking, *What if Kamala Aunty refuses to have sex tomorrow?* But the thought was quickly dismissed. No, she can't refuse. She has a deep, two-year-old thirst she desperately needs to quench. She'll definitely show up tomorrow. I decided to wait and see what would unfold.
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