03-12-2025, 10:53 PM
## Update 166: The Second Thirst (Avi and Kiran)
A little while later, Kiran came back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Kiran walked over and handed me a glass of water, her eyes moving over my naked body.
"Why haven't you bothered to put your clothes on yet?" Kiran asked, her tone teasing.
"You haven't put yours on either," I countered, taking a long drink.
"This is my house," Kiran pointed out, shrugging her shoulders. "I can be dressed however I want in here. You should put your clothes on."
"What's the hurry to get dressed?" I asked, setting the glass down and crawling toward her. "This is just the beginning of our afternoon. I definitely want to do it one more time."
Kiran immediately backed away, shaking her head. "No, I can't. My choot will get too loose if we keep going, and I can't handle any more right now."
"I'm not talking about fucking your choot again," I clarified, my eyes dropping to the soft curve of her gaand. "I'm talking about your gaand."
Kiran frowned deeply, folding her arms across her chest. "Why are you all so obsessed with my gaand?"
"Who all are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"My husband, who else?" Kiran snapped, her voice sharp. "Do I look like some kind of a slut who would have sex with anyone who asks?"
"I didn't say that at all, Kiran," I protested, immediately raising my hands. "If I hurt your feelings, look, I'm holding my ears. Please, forgive me."
Kiran's expression broke, and she started laughing, a beautiful, unexpected sound. "I forgive you, Avi," she confirmed, lowering her towel-covered arms.
"I don't believe you've truly forgiven me," I challenged her, tilting my head.
"Hey, I said I forgave you!" Kiran insisted, swatting my arm playfully.
"First, you have to give me your gaand, and *then* I'll believe you have genuinely forgiven my rude behavior," I pressed, my voice low.
Kiran rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Stop this foolish act. Do whatever you want to me, Avi. I haven't actually stopped you yet."
The sound of her surrender was like a match to a fuse; my lund immediately surged back to a rock-hard state. I grabbed Kiran's hand and roughly pulled her toward me, making her straddle my body. My lund began knocking right against Kiran’s gaand through the thin towel.
I leaned back and started sucking Kiran's lips fiercely. Kiran couldn't kiss for long with her neck bent back at such an awkward angle.
I laid Kiran down gently on the bed, removing the towel as she fell. I placed a thick pillow underneath her lower back, which lifted and angled her gaand perfectly toward me.
I climbed on top of Kiran. I wanted to heat her up fully first. I started kissing her deeply. After the kiss, I lowered my attention and started playing with her nipples. I began licking her nipples with my tongue; the tips immediately hardened into tight knots. Then I started sucking her full breasts, taking one deeply into my mouth. While I was furiously sucking her breast, I slipped one finger into her choot and started moving it rapidly in and out.
The triple stimulation—sucking, kneading, and fingering—made Kiran completely turned on. Her body trembled, and she began to whimper, reaching for me blindly.
I pulled my finger out of her choot and positioned my hot lund directly onto her butt hole.
"Wait," Kiran gasped, stopping my movement instantly.
"What happened now?" I asked, my heart pounding with frustration.
"Put some oil on it first," Kiran said, her voice tight.
"Where is the oil kept?" I asked, glancing around the room.
"It's over there on that small table," Kiran indicated with a nod.
I grabbed the oil. I put a generous amount of the oil all over my lund. I put the rest of the oil directly into Kiran's gaand. While applying the oil, I used my finger to push some of it inside her butt hole a little bit. This way, the oil was spread thoroughly on the inside. I could feel that Kiran's husband had definitely had anal sex with her, which had made her butt hole a little looser than normal.
Then I positioned my lund on her gaand again, ready to push.
"Wait again," Kiran insisted, grabbing the sheet tightly.
"What is it this time?" I asked, gritting my teeth.
"Please close the door," Kiran whispered urgently. "What if Dad comes after hearing me scream?"
"I told you I put Sir to sleep with a sleeping pill," I reminded her, sighing.
"Even so, please, just close the gate now," Kiran pleaded.
"Okay, I will," I conceded, stepping away. I went and shut the gate, hearing the lock click loudly in the quiet house.
"Is there anything else you need, Kiran?" I asked, walking back and standing over her. "Tell me everything now."
"Everything's done now," Kiran finally sighed in surrender. "Now, please put it in."
I positioned my lund on her gaand. I looked down at Kiran one last time. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down hard on her lower lip, bracing herself.
I gave a strong, forceful thrust, and half of my lund went deep into her gaand. Kiran immediately let out a sharp, ragged scream.
"Aaaah... are you going to tear me apart? Do it slowly, Avi. Aaaah... it hurts!" she cried out.
Ignoring her pain, I immediately reached forward and began pressing and twisting Kiran's breasts. The sharp sensation of my fingers on her nipples provided a distracting pleasure.
I lowered my lips to Kiran's mouth and gave a final, strong thrust. My whole lund went inside her gaand. Kiran screamed again, but the sound was muffled by my mouth covering hers. I continued to aggressively press and twist Kiran's breasts. I kept my lund completely buried inside her gaand, holding the position.
I stayed like this for five long minutes. My pulse hammered violently against my throat and temples; the tightness of her gaand felt like a delicious vice around me. When Kiran finally started to relax and feel better, I slowly began to move my lund.
I started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. The friction and force of my large lund moving in and out quickly caused Kiran’s gaand to turn a furious red. The initial in-and-out movement still caused Kiran pain, but as the minutes passed, the pain began to lessen. A little while later, Kiran's pain was completely gone, replaced by pure sensation. I kept thrusting, and Kiran kept enjoying it, groaning deep in her throat. Only the wet, slapping sounds of sex could be heard echoing in the room.
I was driving hard into her, and Kiran responded by rubbing her choot with her hands, moving her hips to meet my strokes. I continued to fuck Kiran's gaand intensely for about thirty minutes. Kiran loved every single minute of it.
Finally, I felt the unmistakable heat and released my semen deep into Kiran's gaand. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and collapsed onto the bed next to her, desperately catching my breath.
Kiran got up almost immediately and walked toward the bathroom. I noticed that Kiran’s walk was different now—a little stiff and unsteady. I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me.
An hour later, I woke up with a jerk. I checked the time; it was exactly 5:00 PM. I came out of the room naked, my body still buzzing. First, I went to Sir's room and checked: Sir was still soundly sleeping, just as I had intended.
Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
After coming out of the bathroom, I walked toward the kitchen. Kiran was wearing her nightgown and was working at the counter. I walked up quietly behind Kiran and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"What are you doing, Avi? Weren't you satisfied after doing it twice?" Kiran asked, her voice breathless.
"I want to do it one more time," I growled into her neck.
Without waiting for a response, I quickly pulled Kiran's nightgown up and off her body.
"Wait, Avi! Stop!" Kiran protested, gripping the counter. "Whatever you want to do, save it for tomorrow. Not today."
"Why not today?" I demanded, pressing my hard lund against her gaand.
"We already did it twice today," Kiran whispered pleadingly.
"I want more, and I will have more," I insisted, my voice allowing no argument.
I didn't listen to Kiran. I quickly positioned myself and pushed my lund into Kiran’s choot from behind, bending her slightly over the counter, and started having sex. Our intense game started all over again. This time, I fucked Kiran right there in the kitchen, intensely working her choot and gaand in a frantic sequence.
After having sex with Kiran one last time, I finally dressed and went home.
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A little while later, Kiran came back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Kiran walked over and handed me a glass of water, her eyes moving over my naked body.
"Why haven't you bothered to put your clothes on yet?" Kiran asked, her tone teasing.
"You haven't put yours on either," I countered, taking a long drink.
"This is my house," Kiran pointed out, shrugging her shoulders. "I can be dressed however I want in here. You should put your clothes on."
"What's the hurry to get dressed?" I asked, setting the glass down and crawling toward her. "This is just the beginning of our afternoon. I definitely want to do it one more time."
Kiran immediately backed away, shaking her head. "No, I can't. My choot will get too loose if we keep going, and I can't handle any more right now."
"I'm not talking about fucking your choot again," I clarified, my eyes dropping to the soft curve of her gaand. "I'm talking about your gaand."
Kiran frowned deeply, folding her arms across her chest. "Why are you all so obsessed with my gaand?"
"Who all are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"My husband, who else?" Kiran snapped, her voice sharp. "Do I look like some kind of a slut who would have sex with anyone who asks?"
"I didn't say that at all, Kiran," I protested, immediately raising my hands. "If I hurt your feelings, look, I'm holding my ears. Please, forgive me."
Kiran's expression broke, and she started laughing, a beautiful, unexpected sound. "I forgive you, Avi," she confirmed, lowering her towel-covered arms.
"I don't believe you've truly forgiven me," I challenged her, tilting my head.
"Hey, I said I forgave you!" Kiran insisted, swatting my arm playfully.
"First, you have to give me your gaand, and *then* I'll believe you have genuinely forgiven my rude behavior," I pressed, my voice low.
Kiran rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Stop this foolish act. Do whatever you want to me, Avi. I haven't actually stopped you yet."
The sound of her surrender was like a match to a fuse; my lund immediately surged back to a rock-hard state. I grabbed Kiran's hand and roughly pulled her toward me, making her straddle my body. My lund began knocking right against Kiran’s gaand through the thin towel.
I leaned back and started sucking Kiran's lips fiercely. Kiran couldn't kiss for long with her neck bent back at such an awkward angle.
I laid Kiran down gently on the bed, removing the towel as she fell. I placed a thick pillow underneath her lower back, which lifted and angled her gaand perfectly toward me.
I climbed on top of Kiran. I wanted to heat her up fully first. I started kissing her deeply. After the kiss, I lowered my attention and started playing with her nipples. I began licking her nipples with my tongue; the tips immediately hardened into tight knots. Then I started sucking her full breasts, taking one deeply into my mouth. While I was furiously sucking her breast, I slipped one finger into her choot and started moving it rapidly in and out.
The triple stimulation—sucking, kneading, and fingering—made Kiran completely turned on. Her body trembled, and she began to whimper, reaching for me blindly.
I pulled my finger out of her choot and positioned my hot lund directly onto her butt hole.
"Wait," Kiran gasped, stopping my movement instantly.
"What happened now?" I asked, my heart pounding with frustration.
"Put some oil on it first," Kiran said, her voice tight.
"Where is the oil kept?" I asked, glancing around the room.
"It's over there on that small table," Kiran indicated with a nod.
I grabbed the oil. I put a generous amount of the oil all over my lund. I put the rest of the oil directly into Kiran's gaand. While applying the oil, I used my finger to push some of it inside her butt hole a little bit. This way, the oil was spread thoroughly on the inside. I could feel that Kiran's husband had definitely had anal sex with her, which had made her butt hole a little looser than normal.
Then I positioned my lund on her gaand again, ready to push.
"Wait again," Kiran insisted, grabbing the sheet tightly.
"What is it this time?" I asked, gritting my teeth.
"Please close the door," Kiran whispered urgently. "What if Dad comes after hearing me scream?"
"I told you I put Sir to sleep with a sleeping pill," I reminded her, sighing.
"Even so, please, just close the gate now," Kiran pleaded.
"Okay, I will," I conceded, stepping away. I went and shut the gate, hearing the lock click loudly in the quiet house.
"Is there anything else you need, Kiran?" I asked, walking back and standing over her. "Tell me everything now."
"Everything's done now," Kiran finally sighed in surrender. "Now, please put it in."
I positioned my lund on her gaand. I looked down at Kiran one last time. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down hard on her lower lip, bracing herself.
I gave a strong, forceful thrust, and half of my lund went deep into her gaand. Kiran immediately let out a sharp, ragged scream.
"Aaaah... are you going to tear me apart? Do it slowly, Avi. Aaaah... it hurts!" she cried out.
Ignoring her pain, I immediately reached forward and began pressing and twisting Kiran's breasts. The sharp sensation of my fingers on her nipples provided a distracting pleasure.
I lowered my lips to Kiran's mouth and gave a final, strong thrust. My whole lund went inside her gaand. Kiran screamed again, but the sound was muffled by my mouth covering hers. I continued to aggressively press and twist Kiran's breasts. I kept my lund completely buried inside her gaand, holding the position.
I stayed like this for five long minutes. My pulse hammered violently against my throat and temples; the tightness of her gaand felt like a delicious vice around me. When Kiran finally started to relax and feel better, I slowly began to move my lund.
I started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. The friction and force of my large lund moving in and out quickly caused Kiran’s gaand to turn a furious red. The initial in-and-out movement still caused Kiran pain, but as the minutes passed, the pain began to lessen. A little while later, Kiran's pain was completely gone, replaced by pure sensation. I kept thrusting, and Kiran kept enjoying it, groaning deep in her throat. Only the wet, slapping sounds of sex could be heard echoing in the room.
I was driving hard into her, and Kiran responded by rubbing her choot with her hands, moving her hips to meet my strokes. I continued to fuck Kiran's gaand intensely for about thirty minutes. Kiran loved every single minute of it.
Finally, I felt the unmistakable heat and released my semen deep into Kiran's gaand. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and collapsed onto the bed next to her, desperately catching my breath.
Kiran got up almost immediately and walked toward the bathroom. I noticed that Kiran’s walk was different now—a little stiff and unsteady. I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me.
An hour later, I woke up with a jerk. I checked the time; it was exactly 5:00 PM. I came out of the room naked, my body still buzzing. First, I went to Sir's room and checked: Sir was still soundly sleeping, just as I had intended.
Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
After coming out of the bathroom, I walked toward the kitchen. Kiran was wearing her nightgown and was working at the counter. I walked up quietly behind Kiran and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"What are you doing, Avi? Weren't you satisfied after doing it twice?" Kiran asked, her voice breathless.
"I want to do it one more time," I growled into her neck.
Without waiting for a response, I quickly pulled Kiran's nightgown up and off her body.
"Wait, Avi! Stop!" Kiran protested, gripping the counter. "Whatever you want to do, save it for tomorrow. Not today."
"Why not today?" I demanded, pressing my hard lund against her gaand.
"We already did it twice today," Kiran whispered pleadingly.
"I want more, and I will have more," I insisted, my voice allowing no argument.
I didn't listen to Kiran. I quickly positioned myself and pushed my lund into Kiran’s choot from behind, bending her slightly over the counter, and started having sex. Our intense game started all over again. This time, I fucked Kiran right there in the kitchen, intensely working her choot and gaand in a frantic sequence.
After having sex with Kiran one last time, I finally dressed and went home.
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