Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 185: The Alarm Clock Game (Avi and Kiran)

Kiran’s face glowed with genuine happiness when I confirmed I was staying. Her eyes held a deep, naked promise.

I didn't waste another second. I swooped down, lifting Kiran easily into my arms, the suddenness making her gasp. I carried her directly toward the bedroom.

"Wait! Let me make some food first, Avi!" Kiran laughed, her arms tightening around my neck.

"No one is going to eat today, Kiran," I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her warm scent. "Tonight, I'm not going to let you sleep at all."

"Who wants to sleep, anyway?" she threw her head back, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

I laid Kiran gently on the bed and instantly moved on top of her, sealing our lips together. I began sucking on Kiran's lips, drawing out the taste of tea and desire. She responded with equal fervor, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine. We kissed deeply, passionately, for what felt like ten minutes.

I pulled back, rising to stand over her. I quickly stripped off Kiran's saree. She was now exposed in only her blouse and petticoat. I grabbed the edge of her flimsy blouse and tore it with a primal force. The cotton ripped violently, and her bra snapped with the blouse. Kiran cried out, a sharp sound of pain and shock.

But she didn't attempt to stop me. She lay there, breathing hard, watching me. After the blouse was in shreds, it was the turn of the petticoat. I placed my hand on the knot, and Kiran immediately acted, her fingers flying to the drawstring, quickly untying it herself. The petticoat slid away. Now Kiran was only in her panty. She then swiftly grabbed the panty and peeled it off.

I realized she thought I would tear the panty too, which is why she took off the last barrier herself.

It was my turn now. I quickly shed my own clothes, my lund already standing rigid with desperate urgency. I climbed onto the bed and moved to cover Kiran. As I settled over her, my eyes snagged on the digital clock resting on the bedside table. It had a prominent alarm function.

A sudden, wicked idea took hold. I reached over, grabbed the watch, and started manipulating the settings. Sir had once explained to me that if you set a time interval, the alarm would ring repeatedly after that set time. I set it to ring every five minutes.

"What are you doing with that watch, Avi?" Kiran raised herself on her elbows, watching me with confusion.

"Nothing," I threw the watch back onto the table, its purpose now set. "Let's start our game, Kiran."

I dropped back down, covering her body with mine, and started kissing her again. Our lips locked, she instantly sucking on my mouth, and me pulling at hers. We were completely lost in the furious exchange of saliva and breath.

We had been locked in this deep kiss for exactly five minutes when the alarm suddenly pierced the air with its shrill beep.

My thought was confirmed: *After the alarm rings, I must stop what I'm doing and immediately start something new.* I broke the kiss, pulling away with a gasp.

I moved down her body, taking her left breast into my mouth and latching on fiercely, sucking the nipple with ravenous greed. I simultaneously squeezed and kneaded the other breast with my hand. I grabbed the nipple with my lips, pulling at it gently, then licking it, sucking it, rotating my tongue over the dark peak.

I was thoroughly playing with her breasts when the alarm shrieked again. I quickly pulled my mouth off that breast and took the right one into my mouth, sucking the other in rapid succession. Kiran let out a moan, running her fingers wildly through my hair, urging me to continue. The alarm sounded a final time. I had to stop sucking her breasts.

Now I moved lower, my gaze fixed on her waiting choot. I started playing with Kiran's choot directly. I lowered my head and began to lick Kiran's choot with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her choot and started drinking her essence. Kiran's entire body started to stiffen violently on the bed. Her hips bucked; she was on the verge of releasing her water.

But the alarm began to ring, and I instantly stopped licking her choot. Kiran's release was halted.

"Why did you stop? Why?" she gasped, twisting her head back to look at me, her eyes glazed over.

"The alarm rang," I stated simply, breathing heavily.

"But *why* did that make you stop, Avi?" she pleaded, her hips twitching.

"I'm going to have sex with you with the help of this alarm," I explained.

Kiran didn't understand the game at all. She decided it was better to simply stay quiet and let me continue.

I repositioned myself. I put my lund into Kiran's mouth. She immediately began to suck my lund with deep, practiced pleasure. She placed one hand on her choot and started rubbing it, desperate for release. I firmly removed her hand from her choot. I didn't want Kiran's water to come out until the final moment.

Kiran was vigorously sucking my lund, and I was enjoying the immense sensation when the alarm shrieked again. I controlled the urge to come right then, pulled my lund out of her mouth, and quickly repositioned myself.

I placed my lund directly onto her choot. With one massive, single thrust, I drove my lund deep inside her choot. Kiran let out a guttural scream of pain mixed with pleasure. But I didn't stop to apologize. Instead, I immediately started thrusting with furious speed. Kiran's screams turned into frantic moans and desperate cries. I increased the speed of my thrusts. Kiran matched my rhythm with a corresponding increase in her screams and moans. With a final, ear-splitting scream, Kiran released her water.

As soon as her water came out, the alarm began to ring. Kiran's luck held up—the alarm only rang *after* she had released her water. Otherwise, she would have been left restless and panting.

I pulled my lund out of her wet choot. I moved slightly, placing my lund directly onto her gaand. And with one powerful thrust, I drove half of my lund inside her. Kiran screamed again, a sharp, sudden sound. I gave another punishing thrust, and she screamed loudly. I knew I couldn't slow down. The alarm could ring at any second. I started thrusting deep and hard into her gaand. Kiran screamed for a while, but then she adjusted, beginning to support my rhythm. I continued to thrust, and she began to moan in deep pleasure. Then the alarm rang. I pulled my lund out quickly.

I immediately drove my lund into her choot and started the frantic fucking. Kiran was deliriously happy with the mixture of choot and gaand fucking. Then the alarm rang. I switched positions, my lund now deep in her gaand. Then the alarm rang again. My lund was back in her choot. Then the alarm rang. My lund was back in her gaand. Then the alarm rang. My lund was back in her choot.

Kiran was ecstatic, receiving my lund in either her choot or her gaand every five minutes. The alarm idea was proving to be pure, chaotic fun. The question arose: *Where should I release the semen—in her choot or in her gaand?*

Then I remembered a third option. *One place is still left,* I decided. I pulled out quickly and released my semen directly onto Kiran's navel.

My whole body was slick with sweat from the fast, demanding pace. A strong, deep tremor ran through my thighs as the climax faded. My lungs burned from the frantic, held-back breaths.

Kiran had full fun, enjoying twenty-five minutes of intense sucking and thirty-five minutes of frenzied choot and gaand fucking. Tonight, Kiran and I had indulged in a distinctly different, alarm-driven form of fucking.

After resting for a short while, Kiran stirred beneath me.

"I have to go to the bathroom now, Avi," Kiran whimpered softly. "Please get off me."

"You'll go to the bathroom when I decide you can," I countered, resting my weight on her.

"I need to get fresh," she pleaded. "I'll clean my choot so that we can have more fun."

"There's no need to clean your choot," I commanded, moving slightly. "Just lie back on the bed."

Kiran obediently lay back. I immediately started having sex with her again, just like before, using the alarm to switch positions. Kiran's condition quickly deteriorated from the relentless pace. She was having sex while lying completely exhausted in the same position, but I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her choot and gaand repeatedly.

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