03-12-2025, 10:19 PM
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## Update 162: The Blue Film Lesson and a Risky Kiss (Avi, Meena Chachi, Kiran and Sir)
After getting home, I found Meena Chachi and told her about successfully having sex with Kamala Aunty in the orchard.
"I told you she was dying to have sex with you," Meena Chachi smirked, crossing her arms. "You were simply overthinking everything for no reason."
"What can I do, Chachi?" I asked, shrugging helplessly. "I don't have a mind as sharp as yours."
Meena Chachi walked closer, tapping my head playfully. "You do have a mind, Avi, but you don't yet know how to use it properly."
"Then you teach me how to use it," I urged her.
Meena Chachi chuckled, a rich, knowing sound. "There's nothing to teach. You'll learn on your own eventually. Besides, you're already pretty good at using one particular thing."
"What are you talking about, Chachi?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Your third leg," Meena Chachi whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"That's all thanks to Madam's gracious blessings," I boasted, smiling widely.
"You're having all this fun because of Madam's training," Meena Chachi agreed, turning toward the kitchen. "Keep having fun just like this. I'm going to cook dinner now."
---
The next day, I went to Sir's house in the afternoon.
Kiran opened the gate, her face unsmiling, and walked straight inside. I immediately suspected she was upset because I hadn't dared to take the nighty completely off her gaand the day before. Because of my hesitation yesterday, it seemed Kiran was angry with me. Or perhaps something else was bothering her.
I went inside and purposefully sat down right next to Kiran in the hall.
Kiran turned her head slowly, her expression serious. "I never thought you would be such a dirty, frustrating boy, Avi."
"What did I do to you?" I asked, my heart beginning to race.
"What did you say to me yesterday?" Kiran countered, her voice low.
"What did I say yesterday, Kiran?" I asked, trying to recall.
"You said you wanted to drink milk," Kiran reminded me.
"Yeah," I confirmed, nodding slowly.
"Whose milk did you actually want to drink?" Kiran pressed, watching my reaction closely.
"I told you yesterday, didn't I?" I said. "Did you finally figure out the animal?"
"Yes and no," Kiran replied cryptically.
"What do you mean by that, Kiran?" I asked, confused.
"I'll give you the milk when you leave to go home," Kiran promised, her lips twitching into a small smile.
*(I truly had no idea what kind of "milk" she was actually planning to give me.)* "Okay," I said, my excitement peaking. "I'll try my best to get out of Sir's room quickly."
I stood up and went into Sir's room.
Sir was sitting there, as usual, with his bottle and glass waiting.
Sir started drinking his alcohol right away and launched into conversation.
"Avi, do you like anal sex?" Sir asked, swirling the liquid in his glass.
"Not particularly, Sir," I confessed.
"Then why did you have anal sex with that girl that day?" Sir questioned, curious.
"My friend advised me that in sex, one should experience both vaginal and anal sex to be complete," I explained. "That's why I tried it that day."
"Yeah, your friend was right to tell you that," Sir agreed. "But not everyone likes to give or receive anal sex."
"I actually found that I enjoy anal sex," I admitted.
"Where did you learn how to do anal sex, Avi?" Sir asked, his eyes widening.
"Does anyone actually teach that, Sir?" I scoffed. "I just figured it out on my own."
"Do you want to see exactly how to have anal sex?" Sir offered, leaning forward.
"Yeah, but who is here right now whose gaand can be used for a demonstration?" I asked, glancing around the room.
"I am talking about watching a blue film," Sir corrected me, chuckling. "Haven't you ever watched one?"
"I haven't watched one, Sir, but I've certainly heard of them," I admitted.
"You're strange," Sir muttered, shaking his head. "You've had sex without ever watching a blue film."
"I don't know where to find blue films, Sir," I explained.
"Do you want to see one now?" Sir asked eagerly.
"Do you have one here?" I asked, eyes widening in anticipation.
"Yes," Sir said. "It's all on my computer. Let's watch."
Sir turned on his computer. He held the mouse in one hand and his glass of alcohol in the other.
Sir quickly started a movie. It was only fifteen minutes long.
The first movie featured a guy whose lund was as large as mine and a girl who was a virgin being taken.
In the second movie, the girl wasn't a virgin, but her gaand was being entered for the first time.
In the third movie, both her choot and her gaand were being penetrated simultaneously.
The fourth movie was entirely about anal sex, but disturbingly, a boy was the one getting his gaand fucked.
The fifth movie involved two girls and one boy.
In the sixth movie, there were two boys and two girls. One guy was penetrating the choot, and the other was penetrating the gaand.
The seventh movie showed five boys and one girl aggressively fucking her.
The eighth movie had two boys and one girl, but both lunds were thrust deep into her choot, and then both lunds were driven into her gaand.
While watching the movies, my lund started to ache with intense hardness. The movies showed countless new and different ways to have sex. Watching them, I learned an immense amount about the art of sex. After the movies finished, Sir played with his lund to calm it down for a minute, and then he was so drunk that he fell asleep.
I carefully turned off the computer.
Then, unable to control myself any longer, I started quickly jerking off. After watching blue films for two long hours, I came almost instantly.
My semen splattered onto Sir's face. I froze. It was a good thing Sir was completely drunk and soundly asleep. Otherwise, I would be in serious trouble. My heart hammered against my ribs, making a loud sound in the quiet room. A knot tightened in my gut, twisting with sudden anxiety and dread. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I reached for a tissue.
I quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned the semen from Sir's face, then quietly left the room.
After coming out, I crept toward Kiran's room. Kiran's nightgown was lying flat and was not stuck in her gaand today.
Kiran was sleeping on her back. Her large, soft breasts looked like smooth mountains pressing against the thin fabric of her nightgown.
*Perhaps Kiran waited up for me and fell asleep in that position.*
*But why was she sleeping on her back today? She always sleeps on her stomach, always showing me her gaand. But today, she is deliberately showing me her mountains.*
*Maybe Kiran is sleeping this way to finally give me the milk she promised.*
I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Then, gathering all my courage, I slowly approached the bed. I looked at Kiran from top to bottom, memorizing her exposed curves. Then, unable to stop myself, I bent down and softly kissed her breasts through the nightgown before quickly backing out of the room.
I stood silently behind the gate, waiting to see what she would do after I left. *Was Kiran truly asleep, or was she just pretending to be?*
I was initially frustrated, thinking, *What if Kamala kaki refuses to have sex today?* But a moment later, I corrected myself. No, she cannot refuse. She has an itch that needs to be scratched, a two-year-long thirst. She will definitely come. I decided to proceed with the plan.
---
After getting home, I found Meena Chachi and told her about successfully having sex with Kamala Aunty in the orchard.
"I told you she was dying to have sex with you," Meena Chachi smirked, crossing her arms. "You were simply overthinking everything for no reason."
"What can I do, Chachi?" I asked, shrugging helplessly. "I don't have a mind as sharp as yours."
Meena Chachi walked closer, tapping my head playfully. "You do have a mind, Avi, but you don't yet know how to use it properly."
"Then you teach me how to use it," I urged her.
Meena Chachi chuckled, a rich, knowing sound. "There's nothing to teach. You'll learn on your own eventually. Besides, you're already pretty good at using one particular thing."
"What are you talking about, Chachi?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Your third leg," Meena Chachi whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"That's all thanks to Madam's gracious blessings," I boasted, smiling widely.
"You're having all this fun because of Madam's training," Meena Chachi agreed, turning toward the kitchen. "Keep having fun just like this. I'm going to cook dinner now."
---
The next day, I went to Sir's house in the afternoon.
Kiran opened the gate, her face unsmiling, and walked straight inside. I immediately suspected she was upset because I hadn't dared to take the nighty completely off her gaand the day before. Because of my hesitation yesterday, it seemed Kiran was angry with me. Or perhaps something else was bothering her.
I went inside and purposefully sat down right next to Kiran in the hall.
Kiran turned her head slowly, her expression serious. "I never thought you would be such a dirty, frustrating boy, Avi."
"What did I do to you?" I asked, my heart beginning to race.
"What did you say to me yesterday?" Kiran countered, her voice low.
"What did I say yesterday, Kiran?" I asked, trying to recall.
"You said you wanted to drink milk," Kiran reminded me.
"Yeah," I confirmed, nodding slowly.
"Whose milk did you actually want to drink?" Kiran pressed, watching my reaction closely.
"I told you yesterday, didn't I?" I said. "Did you finally figure out the animal?"
"Yes and no," Kiran replied cryptically.
"What do you mean by that, Kiran?" I asked, confused.
"I'll give you the milk when you leave to go home," Kiran promised, her lips twitching into a small smile.
*(I truly had no idea what kind of "milk" she was actually planning to give me.)* "Okay," I said, my excitement peaking. "I'll try my best to get out of Sir's room quickly."
I stood up and went into Sir's room.
Sir was sitting there, as usual, with his bottle and glass waiting.
Sir started drinking his alcohol right away and launched into conversation.
"Avi, do you like anal sex?" Sir asked, swirling the liquid in his glass.
"Not particularly, Sir," I confessed.
"Then why did you have anal sex with that girl that day?" Sir questioned, curious.
"My friend advised me that in sex, one should experience both vaginal and anal sex to be complete," I explained. "That's why I tried it that day."
"Yeah, your friend was right to tell you that," Sir agreed. "But not everyone likes to give or receive anal sex."
"I actually found that I enjoy anal sex," I admitted.
"Where did you learn how to do anal sex, Avi?" Sir asked, his eyes widening.
"Does anyone actually teach that, Sir?" I scoffed. "I just figured it out on my own."
"Do you want to see exactly how to have anal sex?" Sir offered, leaning forward.
"Yeah, but who is here right now whose gaand can be used for a demonstration?" I asked, glancing around the room.
"I am talking about watching a blue film," Sir corrected me, chuckling. "Haven't you ever watched one?"
"I haven't watched one, Sir, but I've certainly heard of them," I admitted.
"You're strange," Sir muttered, shaking his head. "You've had sex without ever watching a blue film."
"I don't know where to find blue films, Sir," I explained.
"Do you want to see one now?" Sir asked eagerly.
"Do you have one here?" I asked, eyes widening in anticipation.
"Yes," Sir said. "It's all on my computer. Let's watch."
Sir turned on his computer. He held the mouse in one hand and his glass of alcohol in the other.
Sir quickly started a movie. It was only fifteen minutes long.
The first movie featured a guy whose lund was as large as mine and a girl who was a virgin being taken.
In the second movie, the girl wasn't a virgin, but her gaand was being entered for the first time.
In the third movie, both her choot and her gaand were being penetrated simultaneously.
The fourth movie was entirely about anal sex, but disturbingly, a boy was the one getting his gaand fucked.
The fifth movie involved two girls and one boy.
In the sixth movie, there were two boys and two girls. One guy was penetrating the choot, and the other was penetrating the gaand.
The seventh movie showed five boys and one girl aggressively fucking her.
The eighth movie had two boys and one girl, but both lunds were thrust deep into her choot, and then both lunds were driven into her gaand.
While watching the movies, my lund started to ache with intense hardness. The movies showed countless new and different ways to have sex. Watching them, I learned an immense amount about the art of sex. After the movies finished, Sir played with his lund to calm it down for a minute, and then he was so drunk that he fell asleep.
I carefully turned off the computer.
Then, unable to control myself any longer, I started quickly jerking off. After watching blue films for two long hours, I came almost instantly.
My semen splattered onto Sir's face. I froze. It was a good thing Sir was completely drunk and soundly asleep. Otherwise, I would be in serious trouble. My heart hammered against my ribs, making a loud sound in the quiet room. A knot tightened in my gut, twisting with sudden anxiety and dread. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I reached for a tissue.
I quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned the semen from Sir's face, then quietly left the room.
After coming out, I crept toward Kiran's room. Kiran's nightgown was lying flat and was not stuck in her gaand today.
Kiran was sleeping on her back. Her large, soft breasts looked like smooth mountains pressing against the thin fabric of her nightgown.
*Perhaps Kiran waited up for me and fell asleep in that position.*
*But why was she sleeping on her back today? She always sleeps on her stomach, always showing me her gaand. But today, she is deliberately showing me her mountains.*
*Maybe Kiran is sleeping this way to finally give me the milk she promised.*
I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Then, gathering all my courage, I slowly approached the bed. I looked at Kiran from top to bottom, memorizing her exposed curves. Then, unable to stop myself, I bent down and softly kissed her breasts through the nightgown before quickly backing out of the room.
I stood silently behind the gate, waiting to see what she would do after I left. *Was Kiran truly asleep, or was she just pretending to be?*
I was initially frustrated, thinking, *What if Kamala kaki refuses to have sex today?* But a moment later, I corrected myself. No, she cannot refuse. She has an itch that needs to be scratched, a two-year-long thirst. She will definitely come. I decided to proceed with the plan.
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