03-12-2025, 11:02 PM
## Update 166 C: The Missing Link and the New Plan (Avi and Kamala Kaki)
After having sex with Kiran, I came home.
Today’s session was quicker than yesterday's frenzy; I hadn't lingered much with Sir, and the fuck with Kiran had been limited to a single round. Everything felt rushed. It was still a long time until the evening, so I decided a nap was in order before heading to the fields.
I couldn't shake the memory of the desire I had for Kiran's gaand, but she had stood firm on the choot-only rule for today. *It's okay,* I reasoned, settling into the bed. *If I didn't get Kiran's gaand, I will just fuck Kaki's gaand instead.*
My thoughts turned immediately to Kamala Kaki. Surely, Kamala Kaki would be at the fields today. I devised a meticulous schedule in my mind, a way to maximize my pleasure and variety.
*I'll do one thing,* I thought, the plan crystallizing. *On the day I fuck Kiran's choot, I will fuck Kamala Kaki's gaand. And on the day Kiran lets me fuck her gaand, I will fuck Kaki's choot.*
*Yes, this arrangement will be perfect.* By doing this, I would get both a choot and a gaand in a single day. This way, it would be a lot of fun. On one side, I would get Kiran's tight choot, and and on the other, I would get the expansive pleasure of Kaki's big gaand. Conversely, I would get Kiran's tight and soft gaand, while simultaneously experiencing Kaki's worn-out choot. It meant I would always get to try two completely different sensations every day. Thinking this, I finally fell into a heavy sleep.
In the evening, Meena Chachi woke me up, reminding me it was time to go to the fields. I quickly got fresh and left the house, taking only one condom with me.
I only took one condom because I was determined to fuck Kaki’s gaand exactly once. If I carried more condoms, I knew my self-control would vanish, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her two or three times. Given Kaki's age, I should only do it with her once. If I had sex with Kaki two or three times a day, she might need two or three days to recover and Meena Chachi had specifically warned me against having too much sex with Kaki.
I reached the fields and immediately began searching for Kaki. My eyes scanned the rows of workers, but Kaki hadn't come to the fields today either.
*Did I do too much to Kaki the other day?* A sudden wave of guilt and anxiety hit my stomach, leaving a tight, uncomfortable knot. *Has she stopped coming to the fields because of me? Is Kaki sick because of having sex with me?* I knew I had to go to her house and see what was wrong.
I left the fields and walked straight to Kaki's house. Now, only Kaki and her husband were left in the house; she had sent Mona and her son away to the city.
I reached Kamala Kaki’s house and knocked softly on the wooden gate.
"Who is it?" a muffled voice came from inside.
"Kaki, it's me, Avi," I called out.
Kaki immediately unlatched the gate and pulled it open, ushering me inside with a quick glance up and down the road.
"You? Why did you come all the way here?" Kamala Kaki looked at me with confusion.
"You didn't show up at the fields for two days," I explained, my eyes searching her face. "So I came to see how you are feeling."
"Nothing happened to me. I'm perfectly fine," Kamala Kaki waved her hand dismissively.
"Then why didn't you come to the fields to work?" I pressed, stepping closer.
"The way you fucked my gaand that day, I am still feeling the ache and the pain today," Kamala Kaki rubbed her lower back, a genuine grimace crossing her features.
"But you didn't feel any pain during the sex itself," I reminded her, puzzled. "So how can it hurt now?"
"It was fun *then*," Kamala Kaki explained with a deep sigh. "But the pain hit afterward. Don't even ask how difficult it was for me to walk back home."
"So does it still hurt you today?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Only a little pain now," Kamala Kaki admitted.
"Will you be able to take a lund today, then?" I asked, the question direct and stripped of ceremony.
"Did you come all the way to my house just to have sex?" Kamala Kaki smiled slowly, her eyes running down my body.
"Yes," I admitted simply. "If you are willing, we'll have sex right now. Otherwise, we can do it tomorrow."
"This is your first time coming to my house," Kamala Kaki said, walking toward the inner room. "How can I send you back empty-handed?"
"Does that mean you're ready to have sex with me?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki confirmed, turning back to face me. "But you have to agree to do exactly as I say."
"What are your conditions?" I asked, already unzipping my pants in anticipation.
"I won't take off all my clothes," Kamala Kaki explained quickly, her voice urgent. "You have to do this by only lifting my saree and petticoat. Anyone could walk into the house. And the second thing: you only fuck my gaand. And you have to do it quickly."
"Only the gaand?" I asked, feigning concern. "But it's still hurting you, isn't it?"
"Your lund is the cure for that pain, Avi," Kamala Kaki gave me a dark, knowing look.
"Shall we start right now?" I asked, my blood rushing hot through my veins.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki breathed.
Kamala Kaki didn't hesitate. She immediately bent her body forward, sinking low and gripping the rough surface of the wall with both hands for support. Simultaneously, her free hand reached behind her and snatched up the fabric, lifting her loose saree and the heavy petticoat in one swift, efficient motion. The clothes bunched around her waist, cleanly exposing her gaand for my lund. There was no time for any soft rituals—no slow kissing, no gentle pressing of her breasts, and definitely no lingering licking of the choot. Only the raw, urgent interaction between the wide aperture of the gaand and the hard thrust of my lund was permitted.
I was too consumed by the sight and the immediate need to waste time undressing. I simply reached down, tore open the zipper of my trousers, and pulled out my massive lund. It sprang out, hot and ready. My hands fumbled with the wrapper, tearing it open quickly, and I rolled the condom onto the head. There was no foreplay, no gentle lubrication needed from me. I positioned my dry, protected lund against her tight gaand and, in one brutal motion, slammed it straight into Kaki’s gaand.
Kaki immediately let out a sharp, ragged gasp of pain, the sound instantly choked back as she bit down hard on her own lip. I saw the pure white tension in her knuckles as she gripped the wall, fighting to suppress any noise. I didn't give her a second to adjust. The initial pain was her toll for entry.
I began thrusting hard and fast, adopting a purely aggressive and relentless pace. I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, pulling it gently but firmly to control her movement and remind her who was driving this session. My hips drove forward with brutal, piston-like force, slamming my lund to its full depth. The rhythmic sound of our bodies hitting and separating echoed loudly—a wet, demanding *slap-slap-slap* against the silence of the room.
Sweat immediately slicked my back and chest from the sheer exertion of the pace. I leaned in, pressing my body into hers, using her low, bent position as a saddle, riding her like a wild horse. My hands left her hair only to grip the back of her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle, then slamming her down onto my lund with unforgiving force.
The initial shock of pain quickly transformed into a deep, desperate pleasure for Kaki. She started pushing back against my strokes, meeting the aggression with her own urgency. Her gasps changed from cries of pain to rough, animalistic moans of pure enjoyment. She loved the forceful handling. She loved the feeling of my thick lund driving through the tight passage, filling her completely. She was fully immersed in the deep, expanding pleasure of being aggressively fucked. She was a vessel of heat and tightness, and I was determined to fill her to the absolute limit.
I maintained that violent, demanding rhythm for thirty intense minutes. Every stroke was a declaration of dominance, focused solely on the deep, expanding pleasure I was extracting from her. When the powerful tremor of my climax finally gripped me, I knew the moment had come. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and without hesitation, I moved it roughly to Kaki’s mouth. She didn't flinch; she opened wide and eagerly swallowed my semen, taking the thick fluid deep into her throat and thoroughly cleaning my lund with her tongue before I collapsed backward, spent.
Kaki looked completely satisfied and happy after having sex with me. And why wouldn't she be? I had just fucked her gaand and eased her pain.
After the quick session with Kaki, I immediately left her house and went home.
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After having sex with Kiran, I came home.
Today’s session was quicker than yesterday's frenzy; I hadn't lingered much with Sir, and the fuck with Kiran had been limited to a single round. Everything felt rushed. It was still a long time until the evening, so I decided a nap was in order before heading to the fields.
I couldn't shake the memory of the desire I had for Kiran's gaand, but she had stood firm on the choot-only rule for today. *It's okay,* I reasoned, settling into the bed. *If I didn't get Kiran's gaand, I will just fuck Kaki's gaand instead.*
My thoughts turned immediately to Kamala Kaki. Surely, Kamala Kaki would be at the fields today. I devised a meticulous schedule in my mind, a way to maximize my pleasure and variety.
*I'll do one thing,* I thought, the plan crystallizing. *On the day I fuck Kiran's choot, I will fuck Kamala Kaki's gaand. And on the day Kiran lets me fuck her gaand, I will fuck Kaki's choot.*
*Yes, this arrangement will be perfect.* By doing this, I would get both a choot and a gaand in a single day. This way, it would be a lot of fun. On one side, I would get Kiran's tight choot, and and on the other, I would get the expansive pleasure of Kaki's big gaand. Conversely, I would get Kiran's tight and soft gaand, while simultaneously experiencing Kaki's worn-out choot. It meant I would always get to try two completely different sensations every day. Thinking this, I finally fell into a heavy sleep.
In the evening, Meena Chachi woke me up, reminding me it was time to go to the fields. I quickly got fresh and left the house, taking only one condom with me.
I only took one condom because I was determined to fuck Kaki’s gaand exactly once. If I carried more condoms, I knew my self-control would vanish, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her two or three times. Given Kaki's age, I should only do it with her once. If I had sex with Kaki two or three times a day, she might need two or three days to recover and Meena Chachi had specifically warned me against having too much sex with Kaki.
I reached the fields and immediately began searching for Kaki. My eyes scanned the rows of workers, but Kaki hadn't come to the fields today either.
*Did I do too much to Kaki the other day?* A sudden wave of guilt and anxiety hit my stomach, leaving a tight, uncomfortable knot. *Has she stopped coming to the fields because of me? Is Kaki sick because of having sex with me?* I knew I had to go to her house and see what was wrong.
I left the fields and walked straight to Kaki's house. Now, only Kaki and her husband were left in the house; she had sent Mona and her son away to the city.
I reached Kamala Kaki’s house and knocked softly on the wooden gate.
"Who is it?" a muffled voice came from inside.
"Kaki, it's me, Avi," I called out.
Kaki immediately unlatched the gate and pulled it open, ushering me inside with a quick glance up and down the road.
"You? Why did you come all the way here?" Kamala Kaki looked at me with confusion.
"You didn't show up at the fields for two days," I explained, my eyes searching her face. "So I came to see how you are feeling."
"Nothing happened to me. I'm perfectly fine," Kamala Kaki waved her hand dismissively.
"Then why didn't you come to the fields to work?" I pressed, stepping closer.
"The way you fucked my gaand that day, I am still feeling the ache and the pain today," Kamala Kaki rubbed her lower back, a genuine grimace crossing her features.
"But you didn't feel any pain during the sex itself," I reminded her, puzzled. "So how can it hurt now?"
"It was fun *then*," Kamala Kaki explained with a deep sigh. "But the pain hit afterward. Don't even ask how difficult it was for me to walk back home."
"So does it still hurt you today?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Only a little pain now," Kamala Kaki admitted.
"Will you be able to take a lund today, then?" I asked, the question direct and stripped of ceremony.
"Did you come all the way to my house just to have sex?" Kamala Kaki smiled slowly, her eyes running down my body.
"Yes," I admitted simply. "If you are willing, we'll have sex right now. Otherwise, we can do it tomorrow."
"This is your first time coming to my house," Kamala Kaki said, walking toward the inner room. "How can I send you back empty-handed?"
"Does that mean you're ready to have sex with me?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki confirmed, turning back to face me. "But you have to agree to do exactly as I say."
"What are your conditions?" I asked, already unzipping my pants in anticipation.
"I won't take off all my clothes," Kamala Kaki explained quickly, her voice urgent. "You have to do this by only lifting my saree and petticoat. Anyone could walk into the house. And the second thing: you only fuck my gaand. And you have to do it quickly."
"Only the gaand?" I asked, feigning concern. "But it's still hurting you, isn't it?"
"Your lund is the cure for that pain, Avi," Kamala Kaki gave me a dark, knowing look.
"Shall we start right now?" I asked, my blood rushing hot through my veins.
"Yes," Kamala Kaki breathed.
Kamala Kaki didn't hesitate. She immediately bent her body forward, sinking low and gripping the rough surface of the wall with both hands for support. Simultaneously, her free hand reached behind her and snatched up the fabric, lifting her loose saree and the heavy petticoat in one swift, efficient motion. The clothes bunched around her waist, cleanly exposing her gaand for my lund. There was no time for any soft rituals—no slow kissing, no gentle pressing of her breasts, and definitely no lingering licking of the choot. Only the raw, urgent interaction between the wide aperture of the gaand and the hard thrust of my lund was permitted.
I was too consumed by the sight and the immediate need to waste time undressing. I simply reached down, tore open the zipper of my trousers, and pulled out my massive lund. It sprang out, hot and ready. My hands fumbled with the wrapper, tearing it open quickly, and I rolled the condom onto the head. There was no foreplay, no gentle lubrication needed from me. I positioned my dry, protected lund against her tight gaand and, in one brutal motion, slammed it straight into Kaki’s gaand.
Kaki immediately let out a sharp, ragged gasp of pain, the sound instantly choked back as she bit down hard on her own lip. I saw the pure white tension in her knuckles as she gripped the wall, fighting to suppress any noise. I didn't give her a second to adjust. The initial pain was her toll for entry.
I began thrusting hard and fast, adopting a purely aggressive and relentless pace. I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, pulling it gently but firmly to control her movement and remind her who was driving this session. My hips drove forward with brutal, piston-like force, slamming my lund to its full depth. The rhythmic sound of our bodies hitting and separating echoed loudly—a wet, demanding *slap-slap-slap* against the silence of the room.
Sweat immediately slicked my back and chest from the sheer exertion of the pace. I leaned in, pressing my body into hers, using her low, bent position as a saddle, riding her like a wild horse. My hands left her hair only to grip the back of her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle, then slamming her down onto my lund with unforgiving force.
The initial shock of pain quickly transformed into a deep, desperate pleasure for Kaki. She started pushing back against my strokes, meeting the aggression with her own urgency. Her gasps changed from cries of pain to rough, animalistic moans of pure enjoyment. She loved the forceful handling. She loved the feeling of my thick lund driving through the tight passage, filling her completely. She was fully immersed in the deep, expanding pleasure of being aggressively fucked. She was a vessel of heat and tightness, and I was determined to fill her to the absolute limit.
I maintained that violent, demanding rhythm for thirty intense minutes. Every stroke was a declaration of dominance, focused solely on the deep, expanding pleasure I was extracting from her. When the powerful tremor of my climax finally gripped me, I knew the moment had come. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and without hesitation, I moved it roughly to Kaki’s mouth. She didn't flinch; she opened wide and eagerly swallowed my semen, taking the thick fluid deep into her throat and thoroughly cleaning my lund with her tongue before I collapsed backward, spent.
Kaki looked completely satisfied and happy after having sex with me. And why wouldn't she be? I had just fucked her gaand and eased her pain.
After the quick session with Kaki, I immediately left her house and went home.
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