Adultery Avi's Sexual Marathon: Family, Village, College, City

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 15: The Price of "Beta"


I sat on the sofa, feeling the tension rise. Komal and I were in the same class, but she always treated me like air. I knew why: Neha Bua had expressly forbidden her from talking to me because I had repeated a class.

Neha Bua walked in, and my muscles tightened. She was smiling—a wide, unnatural expression—and her voice was saccharine sweet.

"Avi beta, how are you?"

What happened to Bua? The sudden, affectionate address was jarring. I sat up straighter, wary. "I'm fine, Bua. How are you all?"

"We're all fine," she chirped. "You just never come here anymore."

You always told me to leave and not come back, I thought, the bitterness a metallic taste in my mouth. I kept my voice polite. "Well, Bua, I have a lot of studies, so I don't have time."

"Yes," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Komal told me you came first in Math and that you're studying with your Madam."

"Yes, the Principal asked Madam to help me."

She leaned in, a hint of accusation now threading through her voice. "You don't pay any attention to your sister."

"That's not true," I said, my voice immediately defensive.

She pulled a report card from behind her back, snapping it open. "Look. Your sister topped every subject, but in Math, she only got 40 out of 100." She sighed dramatically. "What am I supposed to do?"

"I can give Komal my notes," I offered, trying to deflect the true request.

"She has notes," Bua dismissed. "But she needs someone to teach her."

"Yes, that's true," I conceded.

"Beta," she continued, her voice now dripping with exaggerated kindness, "won't you help your sister? Can't you teach Komal?"

I knew it. The moment of realization was cold and clear. She wants something, that’s why she’s calling me 'beta'. "But Bua, I don't have time."

"I'm not asking you to do it now," she said quickly, waving her hands. "Komal said Madam is leaving next month. You can teach her then."

I realized there was no easy way out. "Okay, Bua," I said, resigning myself to the task. "I'll help Komal with her studies next month. I have to go now."

"Wait!" she insisted. "You came after so long. Have a snack." She clapped her hands. "Komal made them herself."

Komal returned with a plate of samosas. Her face was flat, betraying no emotion over having to serve me. "Avi, here," she said, holding out the plate.

"Thanks," I said, taking one.

After the quick, tense snack, I left. I walked straight to the field, but my heart wasn't in it. I knew Mona had probably stopped coming to the storehouse. The excitement of watching secrets was over, replaced now by the burden of keeping and managing them.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 16: Confession and Forgiveness

When I got home from Neha Bua’s place, Suman Chachi (the eldest, my paternal aunt) met me at the door, showering me with questions.

"Where have you been all this time?" she asked, her voice tight with worry.

"I was playing at the ground," I replied.

"Where did you go after Madam's house?" she pressed.

"I went straight to my Aunt Neha's place," I answered.

"Couldn't you have told us before going?" she questioned.

I didn't share my thought—that going from Madam's house to Bua's was closer than coming back home first—but just shook my head.

"What was Neha saying?" she asked, her tone softening.

"She was asking me to help Komal with her Math," I said.

She peered at my shirt. "And what's this stain on your clothes?"

"Aunt gave me samosas to eat, and it got on my clothes then," I explained.

"Alright, go and change your clothes," she said, visibly relaxing.

"Okay," I said.

She pulled me into a quick, tight hug. "Son, we were worried about you, that's why I was angry. Please forgive your aunt," she whispered, then told me to change.

Later that night, as I was lying in bed, I thought, I put the book back, but I shouldn't have put it under the bed. Madam must have looked for the book in that exact spot when she realized it was gone. If she found the book in the same place today, she’d know I was the one who put it back. Tomorrow, I'll tell her everything before she even asks.

The next day at schoool, Komal spoke to me for the first time—she was suddenly friendly, likely due to her mother's request. We even ate lunch together. She was different from what I had imagined; she seemed like a genuinely good girl.

After schoool, I spoke with my Chachis, ate dinner, and then slept. The following afternoon, I went to Madam's house, a knot of fear still twisting in my stomach. Even though she had been nice to me at schoool, the memory of her questioning me yesterday still made me nervous.

I sat on the sofa. Madam was wearing a nightgown.

"Avi, would you like some coffee?" she asked, her demeanor easy and relaxed.

"Yes, why not?" I replied, the routine feeling oddly comforting.

A little while later, she came back with the coffee. I started drinking it silently, feeling the moment of confession drawing closer.

"Madam, I need to talk to you," I finally blurted out.

"Yes, what do you want to say?" she asked gently.

"Well... it's... it's that, Madam..." I stammered, unable to find the words.

"Come on, tell me what's on your mind," she prompted.

I took a deep breath. "I took your book," I finally confessed.

"What?" she asked, but the surprise was clearly feigned.

"Yes. By mistake, instead of putting it on the table, I put it in my bag," I explained, sticking to the prepared lie.

"But you told me you didn't take it," she said, a hint of a smile touching her lips.

"I was scared," I admitted, my voice small. "But yesterday, I put it back."

"Why are you telling me now? I already found the book," she said.

"I thought that by putting it back in the same spot, you would know I was the one who took it," I explained honestly. "That's why I wanted to tell you before you asked."

"It's okay," she said simply.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked, full of dread.

"No, why would I be mad at you? You returned the book," she replied, her outward calmness a stark contrast to the thoughts she was clearly suppressing.

"You've forgiven me?" A huge wave of relief washed over me, making my muscles weak.

"Yes, I've forgiven you, but don't tell anyone about this book," she said, her voice dropping to a confidential whisper.

"I won't tell anyone," I promised immediately.

"Good. Now you can go. It's Sunday tomorrow, so come at twelve, so we have more time. Okay?"

"I'll come," I replied, standing up and heading for the door. I left with the feeling that I had exchanged one secret for a shared, binding one.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 17: Mona's Confession and the Sunday Appointment


After leaving Madam's house, I went to the ground to play. While playing, I noticed a flurry of activity near the old storehouse. I learned that work on the building had been going on for three days and was scheduled to continue for another week. Now I understood why Mona and her group hadn't been showing up; the storehouse, their secret spot, was temporarily closed.

I went home later that evening, my mind focused on the next day. Why did Madam call me so early? I wondered. Maybe she has some work for me, or since it's Sunday, she just wants to spend more time talking.

On Sunday morning, I got up and went to the ground. My attention was immediately drawn to a different side of the field where Mona and a girl named Mala (Mona's classmate) were sitting and talking privately. I stopped playing and quickly moved to hide behind a nearby abandoned structure to eavesdrop.

"Don't you get scared?" Mala asked, her voice low.

"What is there to be scared of?" Mona replied, sounding utterly nonchalant.

"What if something goes wrong?" Mala pressed.

"Nothing will go wrong. My brother handles everything," Mona said confidently.

"Does that mean your brother knows about this too?" Mala asked, clearly shocked that the sibling was involved.

"Yes, he knows," Mona confirmed.

"And you still do all that? Even before marriage?" Mala asked in disbelief.

"So what? My marriage is already arranged with him," Mona scoffed. "And anyway, I have to do it with him after marriage. I'm just practicing before the wedding."

"That's all well and good. But your brother doesn't say anything about your fiancé?" Mala pressed.

"What would he say? He does everything too," Mona said, a wide grin spreading across her face.

"What do you mean?" Mala asked, puzzled by the ambiguous statement.

"My sweet Mala, when will you understand? I do it with my brother too," Mona confessed.

Mala's gasp was loud enough for me to hear clearly. "What? With your own brother?"

"Yes, with my brother," Mona repeated, sounding pleased with the shock she was causing.

"Mona, he's your brother. Aren't you ashamed to be with him?" Mala asked, her voice laced with moral disbelief.

"I enjoy it a lot," Mona said, the hint of pleasure undeniable.

"What if your boyfriend finds out?" Mala whispered.

"He already knows," Mona said easily.

"What?" Mala asked, completely taken aback.

"Yes, he knows that I'm with my brother too."

"He doesn't say anything?" Mala asked.

"What can he say? Because his lund is in my mouth," Mona replied, with a wicked, triumphant smile in her voice.

"Does that mean you three do it together?" Mala asked, her eyes wide with the horrifying realization.

"Yes. We have sex together," Mona confirmed, without a hint of shame.

"Mona, you're a slut," Mala blurted out.

"I'm not a slut. I just take pleasure and give pleasure," Mona said, unapologetically.

"Mona, you're incredible. You take two at a time," Mala said, shaking her head in amazement.

"And you don't even take one," Mona teased.

"No, I don't want to have that kind of fun before marriage," Mala said firmly.

"Try it just once, it's a lot of fun," Mona encouraged.

"No, I don't want to," Mala insisted.

"Leave that. Have you ever seen sex?" Mona asked, changing tactics.

"No," Mala replied.

"Would you like to see it?" Mona asked.

"Whose?" Mala asked hesitantly.

"Mine," Mona said.

"Yours?" Mala asked, confused.

"Yes, mine," Mona confirmed.

"No, that's wrong. I don't want to see your sex," Mala said, sounding genuinely uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with watching it once?" Mona said, trying to persuade her.

"But..." Mala started to protest.

"Forget the 'buts.' Just tell me if you want to see it or not," Mona said impatiently.

"I do want to see it, but I'm scared. What if someone finds out?" Mala asked, giving in to her curiosity.

"No one will find out. I'll show you my sex next week," Mona said.

"Why next week? Why not tomorrow?" Mala asked, suddenly eager.

"A moment ago you said you were scared, and now you want to see it quickly. Be a little patient, I'll show you," Mona chided playfully.

"Alright. Whenever you feel like it, just show me. I'm leaving now," Mala said, getting up.

"Yes, go, or your mother will come looking for you," Mona said.

After Mala left, Mona remained seated and spoke quietly to herself, her voice almost a whisper. "What should I do, Mala? My brother has fallen for you. He wants to have sex with you. I have to do this much for my brother. Otherwise, my pussy will be left without a lund."

A while later, Mona also left.

What? Mona is planning to get Mala to have sex? Poor Mala, what will happen to her? The thought was quickly replaced by a callous curiosity. Never mind, what do I have to do with it? I went home, after aome rest, and then headed straight to Madam's house, anticipation thrumming in my veins. The secrets of the village were piling up, and I was on my way to share a new, private secret with my Madam.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 18: The Six-Inch Secret

I arrived at Madam's house on Sunday noon. She greeted me warmly, wearing a nightgown that felt appropriate for the relaxed, secret nature of our meetings.

"Avi, do you have any work all day today?" she asked, her voice calm.

"No, Madam, I am completely free today," I replied.

She decided to cut straight to the issue, her expression direct. "Have you read that book?"

"Yes, just once," I admitted, my eyes dropping to the floor.

"How did you feel after seeing that book?" she asked, her tone professional, almost clinical.

"It felt a little strange," I said, unable to articulate the mix of shame and pleasure.

"Have you seen books like that before?" she pressed, her curiosity now openly piqued.

"Yes, some of my friends showed me," I confessed, using the common lie to hide my own burgeoning exploration.

"Do you like these kinds of books?" she asked.

"I don't like them," I said, trying to be honest without being condemned. "But I get the urge to look at them again and again."

"Do you want this book?" she offered immediately, testing my limits.

"No, I don't want it. If my chachi sees it, I'll get a beating," I said, my fear overriding any lingering desire.

"Keep it hidden in your room. No one will know you have such a book," she insisted, leaning in.

"You also kept it hidden, but I still found it, didn't I?" I argued, the logic suddenly giving me confidence. "What if my chachifinds it the same way?"

"That was my mistake that you found it," she conceded, a hint of frustration coloring her voice.

"No, Madam, I don't want it," I said again, my boundary firm.

"Okay. Don't take it. What do I care?" she said, her tone suddenly shifting to sharp annoyance.

"Madam, please don't be angry," I pleaded. "I'm afraid that if my chachi finds the book and tells my chacha, they will throw me out of the house."

"Alright, forget it. I'll make some coffee for you," she said, giving up the fight, her eyes lingering on me for a moment.

"Okay," I said, relieved the immediate tension had passed.

She brought the coffee and handed it to me. "Here's the coffee."

"Thank you, Madam," I said, taking a sip.

My courage, fueled by the coffee and the relief of the book crisis being over, suddenly surged. "Madam, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, yes, ask away," she said, sensing the shift in my mood.

"You won't get angry, will you?" I asked nervously.

"No, I won't get angry. Ask what you want to ask," she said, her curiosity fully engaged now.

"It was written in that book that..." I started, my voice catching.

"Yes, say it. Why did you stop?" she prompted, her eyes steady on mine.

I took a breath and blurted it out: "It was written in that book that your husband's penis is six inches long."

Madam masked a slight smile. It's a good thing he asked. Otherwise, I was thinking about how to start the conversation.

"Yes, it is," she said aloud. Then, she adopted a stern voice. "And why are you using a word like 'penis'? Aren't you ashamed to use such words in front of your Madam?" she scolded, acting offended.

"Sorry, Madam, it was a mistake. I won't say it again," I stammered, my face heating up again.

"Oh, you're upset." She quickly softened, waving away the reprimand. "I was just joking. I know that in villages, these words are used. Ask what you were asking."

"Are everyone's penises only six inches long?" I asked, finally getting to my real worry.

"No, that's not the case. Some people have bigger ones," she said simply. "But why are you asking?"

"Well," I lied quickly, "some of my friends have the same length."

She thought: I think you want to ask something else, but you're scared. Don't be afraid, ask what you want to ask.

"There is a friend of mine," I continued, pressing the lie. "He says his penis is longer than six inches. But I don't believe him. I think he must have some disease."

She shook her head gently. "It doesn't get longer because of a disease. It happens because of hormones. Some people's are longer than six inches, and some are shorter. But most people's are around six inches. Understand?" she explained with the calm authority of a teacher.

"Yes, I understand," I said, a powerful wave of relief washing over me. "Madam, can I have a glass of water?"

"Yes, I'll get it," she said, walking toward the kitchen.

Thank God. I thought I had some disease. It's a good thing I asked Madam. Otherwise, I would have been worried forever. I sat back, the pressure of my deepest personal fear completely gone, replaced by a grateful sense of trust in my Madam.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 19: The Inspection

She returned with the glass. "Here's the water."

"Thanks, Madam," I said, taking it.

She sat down, her gaze distant, lost in thought. He's not talking about a friend; he's talking about himself. He thinks Madam won't find out, but you're forgetting that I've seen more of the world than you have. Either his penis is small, or it could be big. If it's small, it's no use to me. But if it's long, he said his friends' penises were long. I'll be having a great time.

"What are you thinking, Madam?" I asked, interrupting her intense silence.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about your friend," she said, lying smoothly.

To see his penis, I'll have to play some tricks, she concluded internally.

"I'm confused. What happened to my friend?" I asked, seeing the manufactured worry etched on her face.

"Seeing the worry on your face, I feel that maybe your friend might have a disease," she said, planting the seed of panic.

"What disease?" I asked, panicking instantly.

"If I see his penis, I can tell if he has a disease or not," she said, her eyes fixed on me, waiting for my reaction.

I thought for a tense moment, weighing the fear of a sickness against the shame of exposure.

"What's wrong? Why are you thinking so much? It's your friend who has the disease, not you," she said, trying to provoke me into dropping my guard.

"The thing is..." I started, hesitating, shame and fear battling on my tongue.

Now he's coming around, she thought.

"Yes, yes, say what you're saying," she urged, leaning forward slightly.

"I lied to you that..." I confessed, the words getting stuck.

"Yes, tell me," she said, her impatience barely concealed.

"That my friend's penis is long," I finally said, embarrassed.

"So is it small?" she asked, her excitement turning instantly to disappointment. Everything is ruined, she thought, fearing my body wouldn't meet her expectations.

"No, it's long, but it's not my friend's, it's..." I trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

This boy is going to give me a heart attack, she thought, stifling a wave of frustration.

"Yes, say it clearly. What is it?" she demanded, pushing me past the point of no return.

"I wasn't talking about my friend, I was talking about myself," I blurted out, the confession a relief and a terror all at once.

"What?" she asked, feigning complete surprise.

"Yes, I think my penis is long," I confessed, looking down at my lap.

"I'll have to see it to know. And now I don't believe you. Maybe you're lying again," she said coyly, raising the bar one last time.

"No, Madam, I'm telling the truth. I was just scared and didn't know how to ask you, so I asked through my friend," I explained, needing her to understand.

"Okay, never mind. You got the answers to your questions, right?" she asked.

"Yes. But you said there could be a disease," I insisted, the fear still driving me.

"I can only tell by looking at it. How can I tell you just like that?" she reasoned, using her authority as a teacher.

"But how can I show you? I'm feeling shy," I whispered.

"If you're going to be shy, your disease can get worse," she warned, the final, decisive manipulation.

"No, no, I'll show you," I said, panicking at the thought of a disease. I stood up, fumbling with my clothing, and took off my pants and underwear. The long discussion and nervous anticipation had left my penis hard, standing erect. It was, as I thought, saluting Madam.

When Madam saw it, her professional mask shattered. Her mouth fell open. She just stood there, staring at my penis like a statue, completely frozen. It seemed like she had been bitten by a snake. I was terrified by her reaction. Do I have a disease? I thought, my fear increasing with every silent second. Madam was neither speaking nor doing anything. She was just staring. The entire room seemed to have disappeared; there was only Madam and my exposed self. My fear was overpowering me, trapped under her intense, unwavering gaze.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 20: The "Diagnosis"

I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze fixed on my erect penis. I shook her gently, and she finally jolted back to her senses.

"What happened, Madam?" I asked, my voice tight with renewed panic.

"Nothing... well... your... your penis... is it really... is this real?" she stammered, her voice breathless and ragged.

"I don't understand anything, Madam," I said, utterly confused by her reaction.

"It's nothing," she insisted, trying to regain her composure, but her eyes kept flicking back to me.

"But why were you standing like that? Please tell me, is there a problem?" I pressed, the fear of a disease clawing at me.

"Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you," she said, finally sounding like a teacher again.

"Yes, please check quickly," I urged, my heart pounding.

A hint of awe was now audible in her voice. "Avi, your penis is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big penis."

"Do I have some disease?" I asked, my voice trembling.

She thought: Looking at his penis, my vagina is all wet. I need to think of something. I have an idea that will get me sex and free him from a disease that he never had.

"Avi, I'll have to check to see if you have a disease or not," she said aloud.

"Yes, please check quickly," I repeated eagerly.

"Wait, I'll get some oil from inside," she said, turning toward the bedroom.

"Why oil?" I asked.

"To check if you have a disease or not," she replied, a practiced lie.

"Yes, please get it," I agreed.

She returned and squeezed the oil onto my shaft, then started rubbing it well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained paramount. She started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp pleasure. I was reminded of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.

She increased the speed of her hand, her expression intense. After about ten minutes of continuous movement, my penis stiffened further. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it did at the storehouse. The liquid erupted, and Madam caught it expertly in her hand.

"Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not," she said, holding her hand steady.

"But how will this tell you?" I asked, confused.

"I will taste it, and then I'll know," she said, her eyes fixed on my own.

"But this is dirty," I protested, recoiling.

"No, this is not dirty," she explained, calm and instructional. "This is what makes a baby."

"How?" I asked, still confused about the biology.

"When this liquid goes into a girl's vagina, a baby is born," she said.

"But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so," I argued.

"This liquid goes into the girl's vagina during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not," she said, silencing me.

Madam brought her hand to her mouth and tasted the liquid with her tongue. I watched, horrified and fascinated. After a few seconds, a wave of profound relief washed over me as I saw a distinct happiness spread across her face.

"What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?" I asked desperately.

She thought: I have to have sex with Avi now.

"Yes, everything is fine," she said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.

"I don't have any disease?" I asked, the relief making me giddy.

She thought: Boys in the village use words like penis, vagina, and sex from a young age, but they don't have complete knowledge.

"There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease," she confirmed.

"Then why is my penis so big?" I asked, now merely curious.

"You should thank God that you have such a good penis. Very few people have one this big. Understand?" she said, complimenting me lavishly.

"Thank you, Madam. You've lifted such a huge burden off my mind," I said, genuinely grateful.

I was still standing there, naked, exposed.

"The liquid that came out is called semen," she clarified.

"Okay," I said.

"Listen, Avi, don't tell anyone about what happened today," she said, looking serious, establishing the rule of secrecy.

"I won't tell anyone," I promised.

She thought: How do I ask Avi for sex? I have to think of something.

"Avi, just like I saw your penis today, have you ever seen a girl's vagina?" she asked, her voice deliberately probing.

"No, Madam," I lied, immediately thinking of the Principal and Mona.

"Would you like to see one?" she asked.

"Yes, I would like to see one," I said, my curiosity overriding my shyness.

"Do you want to see mine?" she asked, her voice a little softer, more intimate.

"Yours?" I asked, surprised by the directness.

"Yes, what would you like to see?" she asked, rising slowly from the sofa.

"If you show me, I'll definitely look," I said, a wave of excitement making my breath shallow.

"Then come to my bedroom," she said, her eyes fixed on me, the command signaling the final shift in our relationship.

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[Munda007]

Some story narration... please continue

[samcoolpatil007]

Absolutely brilliant... Loving this one.. Please post more...

[ashuezy2]

Edit the first post and paste this:

Dadaji
├── Eldest Son (Avi’s Father) ── Married (both deceased)
│  └── Avi (20)
├── Second Son (Chacha) ── Married 3 times
│  ├── Suman (Badi Chachi, 32)
│  ├── Seema (Majeli Chachi, 29)
│  └── Meena (Chhoti Chachi, 27)
├── Pooja (Badi Bua, 42)
│  ├── Sweta (22)
│  ├── Sital (21)
│  └── Raj (18)
├── Neha (Bua, 40)
│  ├── Komal (19)
│  └── Kavita (18)
└── Neeta (Bua, 40)
  ├── Leena (18)
  └── Rajesh (18)

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 21: The First Lesson

After we went into the bedroom, Madam didn't hesitate. She pulled her nightgown over her head. As soon as the fabric fell to the floor, she was completely naked in front of me.

I was already naked from the waist down. Madam’s body was breathtaking. Her vagina was smooth and fully exposed. Her breasts looked exactly like the ripe mangoes I always imagined. Just as Madam had stood like a statue when she first saw my penis, I now froze, stunned by the sight of her naked form. A look of anticipation and happiness shone on her face.

"Avi, Avi, how do you like my vagina?" she asked, her voice throbbing with excitement.

I snapped back to reality, but the question didn't register.

"Avi, come closer to me," she commanded, beckoning me forward.

I moved closer to her until only a few steps remained between us. My heart hammered against my ribs.

"Touch my vagina with your hand and feel it," she instructed.

As soon as my hand made contact with Madam's slick, warm vagina, it felt like an electric current shot through my body, and I instinctively stepped back.

"What happened? You didn't like it?" she asked, a slight frown forming.

"Hmm," I mumbled, feeling overwhelmed.

"Have you ever seen a vagina before?" she asked.

I shook my head to confirm no.

"How is my vagina?" she asked, a little nervous for my approval.

"It's nice," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Have you ever had sex?" she asked, getting to the point.

"No, Madam," I replied.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, the word coming out immediately and truthfully.

"Do you want to do it with me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Then start," she said, opening her arms slightly.

"I don't know how to have sex," I confessed, helpless.

"I am your Madam. So today, I'll teach you how to have sex. Will you learn from me?" she asked, her eyes intense.

"Yes, I want to learn how to have sex. Please teach me," I pleaded.

"I will teach you in a way that you'll be able to please every girl and every woman," she promised, her voice filled with passion.

"Hmm," I hummed, eager to begin the lesson.

"First, kiss me," she instructed.

I put my lips tentatively on Madam's lips. After five seconds, I broke the kiss. Madam pushed me away gently, shaking her head.

"You're just putting your lips on mine. That's not how you kiss. You have to suck my lips with yours. Sometimes the upper lip and sometimes the lower. When you open your mouth while sucking, put your tongue in the other person's mouth and play with their tongue. Then suck each other's tongues. Do you understand or not? Now start," she explained, detailed and precise.

Following Madam's instructions, I placed my lips on hers and started sucking. First the upper lip, then the lower. As soon as Madam opened her mouth, I carefully put my tongue inside and started mimicking the motions she had described. After kissing for about ten minutes, we broke apart, both slightly breathless.

"You've learned quickly," she said, impressed.

"Did I do it right?" I asked, needing her approval.

"Right? You did it very well," she praised.

"Now kiss my cheeks, suck them, kiss my whole face. After that, kiss and suck my ears too," she commanded, her excitement growing rapidly.

I followed her instructions perfectly. Low sounds of pleasure were coming from her mouth. After doing it for ten minutes, I stopped, my own body heating up.

"Now kiss my neck," she instructed, breathing heavily, pulling my head toward her throat.

I did so, moving my mouth across her skin. Madam was breathing very fast, her whole body swaying slightly.

"Now press my breasts with your hands. First gently, and then a little harder after a while. Press the left breast sometimes and the right breast sometimes. Then pull on my nipples a little and caress them. Then move your tongue on my nipple. Then take it in your mouth and suck it. Take as much as you can in your mouth. And keep pressing the other breast with your hands," she instructed, her voice now a low, breathless moan.

Madam's breasts were as soft as cotton. I quickly started having fun playing with them. Madam would scream, "Press harder!" and make sounds of increasing intensity. When I started sucking her breast, her body began to get completely lost in pleasure. After a while, her body went stiff, her eyes wide. I didn't understand what was happening, but I kept playing with her breasts as instructed. After a moment, Madam's body went back to normal, and she released a huge sigh. After the whole sequence, she stood up and walked into the bathroom.

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## Update 22: The Second Lesson


After she came back from the bathroom, there was a visible glow on her face, a look of profound satisfaction.

"Avi, you really are a fast learner," she praised, her voice husky. "My husband has never sucked my breasts like that."

"Well, I'm just doing as you're telling me," I said, a wave of pride replacing my earlier shyness.

"Now you can play with my belly button," she instructed, lying back down. "Put your finger in it. Kiss it. Put your tongue in it. Move your tongue back and forth in it."

I started playing with her belly button with my finger. Then I gave it light kisses, gradually moving my tongue, licking it like I would lick an ice pop. Then I put my tongue into the indentation and started moving it back and forth. Madam was clearly enjoying this phase, her breath hitching.

"Avi, now stop," she said after a moment.

I stopped immediately, waiting for the next instruction.

"Now I am going to teach you the real work," she announced, her voice serious and focused. "Listen carefully. Play with my choot with your finger just like you did with my nipples. Then play with my clitoris," she said, using her hand to show me the tiny, sensitive nub.

"Then slowly put your finger deep inside my choot. I have had sex before, so first put one finger, then two at a time, and move them back and forth. Do this until your finger gets wet, meaning until my liquid comes out." She paused, her voice turning stern. "And yes, when you do this with a virgin girl, put only one finger in. If it hurts her too much, she won't have sex with you."

"Then start kissing my choot lightly. Hold the clitoris with your lips and play with it. Then clean my choot with your tongue. Then, just as you moved your tongue back and forth in the belly button, do the same in the choot. Do it until my liquid comes out. And drink all that liquid. Women like this."

"And yes, it's not necessary for the liquid to come out when you use your fingers. Do the finger work for a while, and then play with the choot with your tongue. Remember, the liquid must come out during sex with the tongue. Otherwise, women get angry. If it's a virgin, stop just before the liquid comes out. This will make her beg you for sex. Then you can have sex with her easily," she explained the entire process in intense, methodical detail.

As Madam had instructed me, I started doing it. I was having fun; it was the first time I had seen a choot so close, and the forbidden nature of the act only increased my excitement. I started sucking the choot gently, then increased my speed, sucking hard and confidently. As soon as I increased my speed, Madam grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started pushing it hard onto her choot, driving my face deeper.

This was the second time Madam released her liquid. Even after the spasm passed, I didn't stop sucking her choot. I was focused, licking the choot like a madman, exactly as she had commanded.

Madam released her liquid again, a third powerful wave. I was also tired now. As soon as I moved away, Madam pulled me into a tight hug.

"Today you showed me heaven," she sighed, a deep, satisfied sound leaving her lips.

"Madam, can I have some water?" I asked, my voice hoarse and my body completely exhausted.

"I just released my liquid twice—no, three times! You still want water?" she teased, laughing lightly.

"Madam, I'm tired. I want some water to drink," I said, still a little confused by her sexual innuendo.

"Oh, you're talking about that water. I thought..." she said, and broke into deeper laughter.

I didn't understand her joke, but I smiled weakly. Then Madam gave me some juice.

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## Update 23: The Final Lesson

"Come on, now read the final chapter," Madam said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register. Her eyes, filled with anticipation, never left mine.

"You mean sex?" I asked, the word sounding enormous and forbidden, my heart slamming against my ribs like a frantic bird.

"Yes, sex. But don't get so excited, or I won't teach you the last chapter," she warned, a playful threat in her tone.

"No, Madam, please don't do that," I pleaded, stepping closer. "This will be my first time, and I want to learn everything from you."

"Okay. So listen, I want your lund in my choot quickly. That's why I won't take your lund in my mouth. You first rub your lund on my choot to coat it with wetness and get the positioning right, and then put your lund inside. First, put the red part of the lund inside. Then with one smooth thrust, put it in about two inches. Then stop for a while and play with my breasts. This pause is important to manage the initial tightness and pain. Then give another thrust so that more than half of your lund is inside my choot. Now listen carefully, my husband's lund is six inches long, and yours is bigger than that. You have to be mindful of my body."

She continued, giving me my marching orders. "So you start kissing me and keep pressing my breasts with your hands. If I get a little normal, put the whole thing in with one powerful, steady thrust. It will hurt me a little—it's been a long time since I felt a full length like yours. So you have to keep pressing my breasts, hard. That will give me a distraction and help me focus on the pleasure. Even if tears come to my eyes, keep pressing my breasts. Do not stop."

"As soon as I calm down and the initial pain passes, take the lund out a little and then put it in again. Keep doing this for a while, establishing a rhythm. Then take half the lund out and then put it back in—this change in depth is key. When I say to thrust hard or if I start moving my hips to meet you, that's your cue to increase your speed and power. Sometimes take it out completely and then put it back in, and sometimes increase the speed. And yes, do the same with a virgin girl. Be gentle at first. And you put your liquid inside me—I want your full release. If you do it with a virgin girl, also put your liquid inside her, but later, you must quickly give her a pregnancy pill from a shop."

I took hold of my throbbing lund, slick from the earlier oil and arousal, and began rubbing the head of it against Madam's wet, warm choot, following her instructions perfectly. After rubbing for a short, agonizing moment, I put my lund directly on her opening and gave a determined, careful thrust. The red, sensitive tip of my lund went inside Madam's body.

A small, sharp shriek of surprise and pain came out of Madam's mouth. I immediately paused, but then gave the next planned thrust, and about four inches of my lund slipped in. Madam had her lips pressed together with her teeth, controlling a louder sound.

I started kissing Madam deeply to distract her. At the same time, I began to press and squeeze her breasts. Then, bracing myself, I gave the final deep thrust, and about six inches of my lund was fully inside. Madam's shriek was muffled entirely by my desperate, intense kiss.

Madam started twitching violently, her body going rigid and arching beneath me. Just like a chicken twitches after its neck is cut, the strange, disturbing comparison flashed through my mind, making the reality of her pain stark. Madam was in intense pain for a few seconds, but as soon as her body relaxed and she went back to normal, I seized the moment and gave a final, firm push. The full, maximum length of my lund went completely inside Madam's choot.

Madam was momentarily asking me to take it out, whimpering under the intense pressure, but I remembered the instruction. I blocked her pleas by burying my mouth on her breast and sucking her breast hard. After about five minutes of this focused counter-stimulation, Madam went back to normal, embracing me and urging me to move.

Then, I started thrusting. My first time lasted for about fifteen minutes. This was longer than expected, perhaps because the initial release of semen had already happened earlier, allowing me to maintain my hardness and focus. The powerful pleasure from sucking Madam's choot was enough to keep me fully erect. Even then, I kept having sex with her for the duration. In between, Madam had released her liquid twice, shuddering beneath me with gasps of pleasure.

We were both completely breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. After a while, our frantic movements subsided, and we lay together, still joined, recovering our breath. Madam went to the bathroom first. Then, after a while, I also went to the bathroom and came back. While I was in the bathroom, Madam, returning to her role as hostess, made coffee for us.

We sat together, sipping the coffee, the smell of which now mingled with the fresh, powerful scent of sex.

"Today, for the first time in my life, I had so much fun during sex that I don't have words to describe it. Thank you, Avi," she said, her voice deep with spent satisfaction.

"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. Because of you, I was able to have sex today. Thank you, Madam," I said, a powerful, heady mixture of gratitude and triumph flooding my chest.

"Don't tell anyone about this. Understand? This is our secret," she cautioned, her tone suddenly serious. "And one chapter of your sex is still left, which I'll tell you about tomorrow," she said, winking conspiratorially at me, promising future intimacy.

"I won't tell anyone," I readily agreed. "By the way, what's the time, Madam?" I asked, a sudden wave of reality hitting me.

"It's 6:00 p.m.," she said.

"What? I'll get scolded again today," I said, a sense of panic washing over me, realizing how late I was.

"Don't tell your aunt about this," she said, nodding toward the door.

"I won't tell her. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come tomorrow," I said, scrambling to get my clothes on.

"Bye," she said, waving languidly from the sofa.

"Bye," I replied, running out the door, the exhilaration of my initiation overriding the fear of my Chachi's questions.

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## Update 24: The Evasion and the Chachis' Concern

I walked home in a daze, a profound sense of fulfillment and excitement surging through me. I was happy because of my first time. Just thinking that my initiation into sex was with Madam, a woman so beautiful and intelligent, sent a strange, powerful current through my body. The memory of her instructions, her gasps, and the feeling of my whole self inside her was intoxicating.

I was so lost in thoughts about sex that I didn't even realize when I had reached my house. When I entered the door, I saw my Suman Chachi standing there, her arms crossed, looking distinctly displeased.

"Where were you?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern and annoyance.

"At Madam's house," I replied, the lie feeling easy on my tongue after the past few hours.

She narrowed her eyes and looked pointedly at my hands. "But you don't have your bag with you," she said, her suspicion immediately rising.

"Madam taught me from the book she keeps there, her own special book," I lied smoothly, relying on the truth of the stolen book to make the current lie sound convincing.

"For so long? You've been gone since twelve, Avi," she pressed, her voice full of doubt.

I thought, What should I tell you? It's so late because of sex, because your nephew was learning the final chapter. "First, I went to play at the ground, and then went directly to Madam's house from there," I said.

"You were at Madam's house for three hours?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. The length of time was clearly what worried her most.

"Yes. Madam said she's leaving schoool next month," I quickly improvised, pulling a new, convenient lie from the air. "So she said we should take advantage and study a little longer today to cover more ground."

"Are you telling the truth, or are you making it up?" she asked, challenging me directly.

"You can ask Madam," I said, trying to meet her eyes steadily, knowing she wouldn't actually confront the teacher.

"Okay. Leave it," she sighed, letting the matter of the time drop. "But you could have at least come home and told us after playing, instead of going straight there," she scolded, her voice softening slightly now that the worst of her anger was past.

"I didn't remember. I was so focused on getting to Madam's that I completely forgot. And by the time I thought of it, it was getting late, so I couldn't come home," I explained, relying on the plausibility of a child's forgetfulness.

She stepped closer, her expression shifting to one of deep, motherly concern. "Look, I trust you completely that you won't lie to me. I'm just scared that you might pick up some bad habits or start wandering off," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek.

"Chachi, I won't do anything bad that would make you feel ashamed. I promise," I swore, the lie feeling heavy yet necessary.

"My sweet son. Go and watch TV now," she said, satisfied with my promise, and sent me off.

I watched TV for a bit, ate dinner, and went to sleep. I fell asleep instantly, the exhaustion and emotional high from my first sexual encounter completely overcoming me.

Later that night, Suman Chachi called Meena Chachi.

"Meena, listen, come to my room. I have some work for you," Suman Chachi called out.

"Yes, Didi" Meena Chachi said, coming into the room.

"What's the matter, Didi ?" Meena Chachi asked, shutting the door.

"I wanted to talk about Avi," Suman Chachi said, her brow furrowed.

"Yes, what do you want to talk about?" Meena Chachi asked, immediately focusing.

"Did you see? He looked a little weak today, pale maybe. And he came home so late from Madam's," Suman Chachi said, voicing her deepest worries.

"He must be tired from playing and studying hard. You know how focused he is," Meena Chachi said, trying to be the rational one.

"Yes, but that day he went to Neha's (Neha Bua's) house without telling us, and today he went to Madam's house without telling us after playing," Suman Chachi persisted. "He's starting to develop a habit of going wherever he likes."

"It must have gotten late, or he must have forgotten. You worry too much," Meena Chachi reassured her, though the concern was clearly starting to take root.

"I am worried about him. What if he's in bad company? What if he's doing something we don't know about, going places we can't see?" my paternal aunt said, the worry turning into outright suspicion.

"You're worrying for no reason, didi . But, to put your mind at ease, I'll meet Madam tomorrow," Meena Chachi said, offering a solution. "I'll casually ask about his studies and the time, okay?"

"Yes, please meet Madam once," Suman Chachi said, her relief palpable. "Just make sure he's not lying about the extra study hours."

"I'll meet her tomorrow evening. Now I'm leaving, or Avi's uncle will go crazy waiting for me," Meena Chachi said, slipping out of the room, now tasked with investigating Avi's late hours.

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## Update 25: The Unexpected Interruption

The next day, at schoool, my mind was completely elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the intense pleasure of sex from the day before. The memory of the "final chapter" kept replaying in my head, and I was going crazy thinking about the last chapter—the promised final lesson Madam was going to teach me today.

Somehow, schoool dragged on and was finally over. I rushed home, eager to leave again. As I was leaving the house, my Meena Chachi, stopped me. She mentioned casually that she was planning on coming to meet Madam in the evening. The news caused a little spike of nervousness, but I quickly dismissed it; my appointment was now.

I started walking quickly towards Madam's house.

"What's the matter? You look a little worried," Madam asked as soon as I entered the room. She noticed the tension in my face immediately.

"No, it's nothing," I lied, avoiding her direct gaze.

"Are you worried because of what happened yesterday?" she asked, her voice softening with concern, thinking of the intense physical act.

"No, it's not that," I insisted.

"Then what is it? Did you miss me?" she teased, pressing.

"Yesterday, my paternal aunt asked me why I was so late getting home," I confessed, the real source of my worry bubbling out.

"Did you tell her about our lesson?" she asked, her eyes widening in genuine worry, betraying how critical the secrecy was to her.

"No, I didn't tell her anything. I told her that I was studying a new chapter, and that's why it was late," I said. I felt a pang of guilt, not for the lie, but for potentially creating trouble for her.

"Sorry, Madam," I mumbled.

"Oh, why are you saying sorry? I had so much fun," she said, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, clearly reminding me that the risk had been worth the reward.

"But you had fun even though you were bleeding?" I asked, a lingering confusion from the previous day's encounter surfacing.

"It's normal for it to bleed the first time when a woman takes a penis that large, especially the first time in a while. What's new in that?" she explained with a shrug.

"Oh, now I get it. If you were a virgin, your vagina would have bled too," I said, finally connecting the fact of her bleeding with the initial pain she felt when my penis went in.

"Oh, you're a smart one," she said, giving me a pleased smile. "I'll be right back from the bathroom."

Madam was walking towards the bathroom with a noticeable, slight limp. My own body gave a sympathetic twinge; I also felt a little pain in my penis, a soreness that reminded me of my exertions. Maybe it hurt because I put it in too fast, I thought.

After Madam came back, I went into the bathroom. Just like the new routine, as soon as I entered the bathroom, Madam started the coffee maker. Then we returned to the sofa and drank the coffee.

"You took my life out of me," she said, shaking her head dramatically. "But it's a good thing you didn't listen to me about stopping. If you had listened to me, I would have never asked for anal sex again. Thank you, Avi," she finished, a deep sense of fulfillment in her voice, revealing the true nature of yesterday's challenging "final chapter."

So, that's what that intense, painful climax was, I realized, a fresh wave of excitement and shock hitting me. "Your happiness is my happiness," I said, meaning the statement completely.

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## Update 26: The Final Chapter Interrupted


We were talking quietly, the intimacy of the bedroom still lingering in the air, when someone knocked firmly on the door. Madam and I both instantly froze, scared that the sounds of her screams or our laughter might have been overheard.

Madam quickly composed herself and opened the door. Standing there was a beautiful woman. Madam politely invited her in. It took me a moment to register: Wait, this is my aunt, Meena Chachi! I stood up abruptly when I saw her, my heart racing, feeling utterly exposed.

"Yes, what is it?" Madam asked, still not placing her.

"I'm Avi's aunt," Meena chachi said simply.
I thought, That day in the market, Madam only saw Suman and Seema Chachi. That's why Madam didn't recognize Meena Chachi.

"Sorry. I didn't know," Madam said, smoothly covering her confusion.

"It's okay," Meena chachi replied graciously.

I just stood there, silently praying my Chachi couldn't read the history of the room on my face.

"Yes, please tell me why you're here today," Madam asked, motioning for her to sit down, though Meena Chachi remained standing.

"I was going to the market," Meena chachi said, sticking to the convenient lie she had told Suman Chachi. "So I thought I'd take Avi with me, as I knew he had tuition."

"The studying is done for the day. You can take him," Madam said, giving me a subtle, knowing glance.

"By the way, does Avi bother you? Does he get lazy?" Meena chachi asked, carefully inserting the query Suman Chachi had requested.

"No, he studies well," Madam said, giving me a genuine, encouraging smile.

"He studies only because of you. Otherwise, he keeps playing all day," Meena chachi said, flattering the teacher.

"That's not true," Madam countered gently, defending me. "It's important for kids to play with their studies. Yesterday, he studied for three hours straight. Avi is very hardworking," Madam said, looking pointedly at me, effortlessly backing up the exact lie I had given my paternal aunt.

"Yes, you're right," Meena chachi agreed, her initial suspicion completely dissolved by Madam's testimonial.

"Come on, Avi, let's go to the market," Meena chachi said, turning to leave.

"Go, Avi, help your aunt," Madam instructed. "And yes, come tomorrow. We still have that last chapter to cover," she said, winking just slightly enough for only me to see.

"Yes, Madam," I said, a thrill running through me.

My aunt and I started walking towards the market, the tension of my sudden exposure replaced by the excitement of my confirmed return tomorrow.

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## Update 27: The Widow, the Maharaj, and the Missing Man

When we went to the market, I immediately noticed the attention Meena Chachi was drawing. Everyone stared at her. Anyone who walked past her—men, and even some women—would turn back to look. I felt a strange mix of annoyance and pride about it. But what could I do? My Chachi was so incredibly beautiful, with her tall frame, alluring figure, and confident way of carrying herself, that everyone was bound to stare at her.

We went into a small provision shop in the market. A woman named Mangla, a middle-aged widow, ran the shop.

"How are you, Mangla Kaki ?" Meena Chachi asked warmly.

"I'm fine, Meena. You tell me how you are, looking so fresh," Mangla replied, smiling.

"I'm fine too. I just came to get some things," Meena Chachi said.

"You brought your nephew with you too," Mangla observed, her eyes lingering on me.

"Yes, I just brought him along since he was done with his tuition," Meena Chachi said.

"Okay. Give me your list. I'll get your things ready," Mangla said.

"Here. And tell me what's going on in the village," Meena Chachi asked, leaning closer as she handed over the list.

Mangla glanced quickly at me, then gestured towards me with her eyes, indicating my presence. "Nothing much that can't wait," she said cryptically.

Chachi understood that Mangla wasn't speaking freely because of me. "Avi, you can go to your friend's house. How long will you stand here? I'll call you when I'm done with my work."

"Yes, Chachi," I replied. My friend's house was nearby, but the secrecy between them made me suspicious. I walked ahead, turned the corner, and hid to watch the shop. Chachi and Mangla went through a back door, leading from the shop straight inside Mangla's private house. I moved cautiously to the window of Mangla's house, but it was tightly closed. I stood there, confused and curious, wondering why Chachi had gone inside with Mangla. Mangla was a widow; her husband had died two years ago, and she lived only with her daughter, Rati.

After about half an hour, they came back out, their expressions calm. Mangla immediately locked the internal door to the house. So it was nothing like what I was thinking, I concluded, disappointed that my suspicions of some illicit behavior were unfounded. I quickly went back to the shop, pretending to have just returned. Chachi saw me and said, "You're back already?"

"Yes, my friend went out with his family, so I came back to the shop," I said.

"Meena, your nephew has grown up. He looks like a wrestler, so strong," Mangla said, her eyes running over me with appraisal.

"Don't give my son the evil eye, Mangla," Chachi said, pulling me closer playfully.

"Hide him in your pallu, or I'll snatch him away," Mangla joked, laughing.

"Try to touch him. I'll cut off your hands," Chachi retorted, a strange, fierce possessiveness in her voice.

"Then I'll have to put something else on him," Mangla said, her meaning entirely lost on me but making Chachi laugh.

They both started laughing heartily, their conversation clearly carrying a hidden meaning.

"Come on, Mangla, I'm leaving now. I'll meet you again soon. And thank you for helping me," Chachi said, settling the bill.

"Anytime, Meena. If you need my help, consider your nephew mine for a day," Mangla said, winking.

"What?" Chachi asked, confused by the odd statement.

"He'll be my nephew for one day—I'll call on him if I need a favor," Mangla clarified, laughing even harder.

"Okay, I'm leaving now," Chachi said, pulling me away.

"Yes, go, and give me the good news soon," Mangla called after her.

"Chachi, what was Mangla saying? Why did she say she'd take me away?" I asked on the way home, genuinely puzzled.

"Don't pay attention to her words, Avi. She's just a lonely widow trying to joke," Chachi dismissed me gently.

"Yes, Chachi," I said, dropping the subject.

After getting home, I ate dinner and went to sleep, the long day and the intense encounter with Madam demanding rest.

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Later that night, the three women gathered in the room.

Meena Chachi entered and announced to the two others, "Didi, I have some good news."

Suman Chachi looked up immediately. "What? Did you find a man already? You didn't waste any time!"

"No, I didn't find a man, but one task is complete," Meena Chachi said, a triumphant look on her face.

"I don't understand anything you're saying," Suman Chachi said, growing impatient.

Seema Chachi jumped in. "Tell us clearly what happened, Meena. Stop talking in riddles."

"We had a problem that people would get suspicious if we got pregnant now, so soon after the uncles were found to be unable to father children," Meena Chachi began, laying out the core issue.

"Yes, you told me about that problem with the timing and the gossip," Suman Chachi confirmed.

"I have found a solution to that entire problem," Meena Chachi announced with great satisfaction.

"What is the solution?" Suman Chachi asked, her voice hushed.

"What? But how did you find it?" Seema Chachi asked, astonished.

"Suman didi, you know Mangla, right? The one at the provision shop?" my Meena Chachi asked, confirming the key source of her information.

"Yes, I know her well. She's a good woman," Suman Chachi said.

"Does she have the solution to our problem?" Seema Chachi asked, still baffled.

"Seema didi, Mangla has a solution to our problem, and she doesn't," Meena Chachi said, enjoying her theatrical suspense.

"What do you mean by that, Meena?" Suman Chachi demanded.

"Didi, you know that Mangla had a daughter three years after her marriage, right?" Meena Chachi said.

"Yes, I know that. So how does that benefit us? Mangla's husband was a man," Suman Chachi asked, confused.

"Didi, first listen to the whole story," Meena Chachi insisted.

"Yes, tell me. What is it?" Suman Chachi urged.

"Mangla told me that she had that daughter with the blessings of a Maharaj," Meena Chachi revealed the secret.

"What do you mean? Did she adopt?" Suman Chachi asked, missing the implication.

"Mangla told me that for three years after her marriage, she didn't have any children. Doctors couldn't help. Then someone told her about a powerful Maharaj who blesses women with children. With the blessings and prasad of that Maharaj, she conceived and had a daughter," Meena Chachi explained.

"Are you telling the truth? This Maharaj can really do this?" Suman Chachi asked, the hope in her voice immense.

"Yes, I'm telling the truth. She swore on her daughter's life," Meena Chachi confirmed.

Seema Chachi's eyes lit up. "Then we'll also meet that Maharaj and become mothers. Then we won't need a man at all!" she exclaimed.

"Didi, be quiet and listen! We need both a man and a Maharaj," Meena Chachi corrected her firmly. "Because of the Maharaj, no one will be suspicious of us. Everyone will think we had the child through his blessings. And because Avi's uncle is impotent, he can't make us mothers, so we still need a man."

"When do we have to meet the Maharaj?" Suman Chachi asked, already focused on the plan.

"Didi, I say we go tomorrow. Why waste time?" Seema Chachi suggested impatiently.

"Seema Didi, you're so impatient. First, we have to find a man—the real source of the pregnancy—then we'll go to meet the Maharaj for the cover story," Meena Chachi stressed the necessary order of operations.

"You do whatever you think is right, Meena. You are the only one who has managed to find a solution," Suman Chachi conceded.

"Can I say something, just one thing?" Seema Chachi asked.

"Yes, say it," Suman Chachi said.

"We'll find a man from another village, someone no one knows," Seema Chachi suggested for better security.

"No, we'll have to find a man from this village. It will benefit us in ways you don't realize," Meena Chachi said, a hidden agenda lingering in her eyes.

"You do what you have to do, then. Now go to your room. Don't you know what will happen otherwise if the men find us talking?" Suman Chachi warned, reminding them of the rules of the house.

"Okay, we'll talk tomorrow," Meena Chachi agreed, the three women parting with a new, dangerous secret binding them together.

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## Update 28: The Final Lesson and Farewell

The day after my Meena Chachi's visit, my mind was still reeling from the narrow escape, and I was eager for the next lesson. I didn't get to see Mona's continuing drama or her developing sex life today either, which was a disappointment, but the excitement for Madam was greater. I knew Meena Chachi was also busy with her newfound goal of finding a man in the village.

Then, over the next few days—on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday—I had spectacular sex with Madam. It became our established routine. We explored the "chapters" she had promised, perfecting the techniques she had taught me. Sometimes I had vaginal sex with Madam, and sometimes, pushing past the pain of the initial encounter, I had anal sex, mastering the rhythm and power she desired. Each session was a focused, intense lesson, solidifying my skills and her pleasure.

Then the day came that I can never forget. It was Sunday. I went to Madam's house in the afternoon, full of anticipation, but as soon as I entered, I saw her surrounded by boxes and packed luggage.

"Madam, what is all this?" I asked, confused and instantly alarmed.

"I'm going back home," she said, her voice sounding final.

"But you were going next month, at the end of the term," I protested, my heart sinking with a terrible dread.

"My son is sick, and he needs me. And anyway, I had to go someday. So I'm leaving this evening," she explained, her reason concrete and unavoidable.

"But Madam..." I started to plead, my mind blanking on any reason she should stay.

She cut me off gently, her expression changing to one of knowing seduction. "I know you've gotten addicted to sex, Avi. Now you can find another prey to practice your skills on. And today, for the last time, have sex with me and give me a teacher's fee—the biggest pleasure you can offer."

The sudden news that she was leaving shattered the sadness, replacing it with a furious, final heat. I took off Madam's nightgown. She was already naked underneath. I started kneading and pressing her full breasts, then slowly started licking her nipples with my tongue. I took her breast fully into my mouth and started sucking it, rotating between the left breast and the right. Simultaneously, I started fingering Madam's vagina, stimulating her in every way I had learned. We dropped the pretense of modesty and moved our bodies into the 69 position, ready for mutual pleasure. 

We settled quickly: my face buried in the warm center of Madam's choot, and her head positioned over my hard lund. The moment her wet mouth enclosed me, the atmosphere thickened with pure need. Madam started sucking my lund with a terrifying, total intensity, like a madwoman frantic to pull out every last bit of sensation before she left. She knew this was her final taste. Her tongue coiled around the tip, sending shivers through me, while her lips moved quickly and deeply along the shaft. The suction was deep, and the wet heat of her mouth never stopped. The only sound was the soft lapping as she worked furiously. 

My lund swelled in her mouth, aching, responding to the powerful rhythm that screamed its final goodbye. At the same time, my face was pressed against her. I breathed in the deep, musky scent of Madam's choot, a perfume I knew I'd never smell again. I plunged my tongue deep into her folds, kissing her with slow, consuming passion, determined to remember every texture. I explored completely, my tongue tracing the sensitive, swollen flesh, flicking her clitoris, and then diving deep into the heat she was building. Her juices were salty and sweet with excitement, and I drank them in like a starving man, trying to forever etch the flavor into my mind. The soft whimpers that escaped her throat whenever I hit a perfect spot were the only sound louder than my own frantic breathing. 

I used my hands to pull her hips closer, driving my tongue harder and deeper, intent on pushing her pleasure past the breaking point. The feeling of giving her pleasure while she gave it back created an electrifying rush. The speed of her sucking increased when my tongue pressed harder on her choot. Our bodies worked with desperate, perfect timing—a rising mix of wet sounds and quick, rough breaths. The tension became almost unbearable, a delicious, aching knot forming deep in my gut, perfectly matched by the mounting energy from her body. We pushed each other right to the edge, knowing our mutual climax was seconds away. We were both totally aroused, panting, and slick with desire. The moment was perfect. With a final, shared sigh, we broke apart, ready for the final, full penetration.

We broke apart, our bodies already hot and trembling from the 69 position. Madam quickly moved, getting onto her hands and knees and presenting herself to me. Her choot was facing me, wet and waiting.

I didn't hesitate. I drove my entire lund into her choot with one powerful, sudden thrust. The force of it made Madam let out a sharp, guttural scream—it was a sound of extreme pleasure mixed with the brief pain of the sudden entry. I paused for a moment, holding myself deep inside her, wanting to savor the intensity of this final session. Then, I began to thrust, settling into a deep, rhythmic pace. I drove hard, pushing my hips forward fully with every movement. Madam's choot was tight and hot around me, gripping my lunď with a strength that made me groan. I held this pace for a while, fucking her hard, knowing that time was running out.

Then, I pulled my lund out, slick and dripping. I quickly adjusted her body, moving behind her and guiding my lund toward her lund. I had to give her the best pleasure possible, and that meant using everything. My powerful lund went into her gand, stretching her tight opening. I started a fierce, demanding pace there, fucking her from behind.

I began rotating between her two holes for maximum, prolonged pleasure. I would fuck her gand for a few minutes with strong, deep thrusts, driving her forward onto her hands. Then, I would pull out and immediately shove my lund into her choot, changing the angle and the sensation for both of us. This switching—choot, then gand, then choot again—was driving both of us mad. Madam was gasping, yelling muffled commands into her hands, completely lost in the frantic rhythm. My lund felt incredible, gripped tightly in both holes in turn.

This intense, frantic sex went on for about forty minutes. I kept up the brutal pace, pushing my body and hers to the limit. Finally, I felt the unmistakable rush building. I pulled my lund out of her gand and jammed it back into her choot, burying myself as deep as possible. With one final, shuddering release, I poured all my semen into Madam's choot, finishing the session and collapsing onto her back, breathing hard.

As soon as the release finished, the intensity broke, and I felt a strange paranoia—it felt like someone was watching us. I quickly went to the window, my heart pounding, but no one was there. I noticed Madam's dupatta (scarf) dbangd over a chair near the window, slightly moved by the wind. I felt an immediate sense of relief, realizing it must have been the movement of the fabric that caught my eye.

"I had so much fun today, Avi," Madam said, sighing deeply with exhausted satisfaction.

"Yes, I had fun too," I whispered, utterly spent.

"I'll go and freshen up," she said, heading to the bathroom.

After Madam came back, I started helping her pack the remaining small items. After an hour, Madam's husband came to collect her. After they talked for a while, Madam left, stepping out of the house and into the waiting car. I stood there, watching her go, a profound sense of loss settling over me. Tears were rolling down my eyes, but I knew this had to happen someday. As she was leaving, Madam told me to lock the house and give the keys to the Principal.

I walked to the door to lock it, but I couldn't just leave. I wanted to go inside one last time to remember the extraordinary sex we had shared in that room.

I went to the bed where we had spent so many hours learning and loving. Madam's teaching book was on the bed, and next to it, I found a small, folded letter.

I picked it up and read:

"Avi, the happiness you gave me in seven (actually eight) days, I'll remember for seven lifetimes. I'll never be able to forget you. After my husband, you gave me a happiness that has no value. Don't ever forget what I taught you. And yes, don't ever remember me. Forget me like a dream. Otherwise, you won't be able to live with the pain of my absence. Burn this letter after you read it. I can't write anymore. Your Madam."

The letter confirmed the finality of her departure, the depth of her passion, and the danger of the secret they shared. I took the letter to the stove and watched the paper curl and blacken, destroying the last physical evidence of our secret life. I locked the house and walked away, carrying the keys and the indelible memory of my Madam.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 29: The New Obsession

I took the book containing Madam's letter and went home, the weight of the last few days heavy on me. I put the book under the bed, tucking a wooden ruler alongside it, a symbolic attempt to keep the memories straight and safe. I then ate dinner, feeling mechanical, and went to sleep.

The next day, and the day after, I still didn't feel good. The sudden absence of Madam left a huge, aching void. I kept remembering every detail of our sex, her face, her instructions, and her parting words. Everyone in the village got scared when they heard that the regular math teacher would be returning in two months, but I just wanted Madam back.

Two days went by like this. I was quiet, withdrawn, and Meena chachi noticed immediately, growing worried to see me so subdued.

"What's the matter, Avi? Why are you so quiet?" Meena chachi asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Nothing, Chachi," I replied flatly.

"No, something is wrong. You’re not yourself," she insisted, trying to pry the issue out of me.

I thought: How do I tell you that the woman who taught me everything is gone, and I am craving sex? How do I tell you that I want to continue the lessons?

To divert her line of questioning, I changed the topic back to the plausible source of my sadness. "That boring math teacher is coming back in two months," I said, putting on a show of disappointment.

"So what? Study on your own for a bit. And study what Madam taught you so you don't forget the material. If it's really a problem, I can talk to another Madam to tutor you in the meantime," Meena chachi suggested practically.

I thought: Another Madam? Oh, yes, Madam is gone, but Mona is here. I saw the passion in her life. I'll watch her have sex, just like before. Maybe if I'm clever, I'll even get a chance myself.

"No, I'll manage the studies," I said aloud, dismissing her offer quickly.

"That's the spirit. Now go and play. You haven't gone to the ground to play in two days. Go now and make up for the last two days," Meena chachi urged, giving me a strong nudge towards normalcy.

"Yes, I'll go play. It will make me feel better," I said, realizing she had unintentionally pointed me toward the only thing that could truly distract me: the opportunity to observe or participate in sex again.

I went to the ground to play, but I was restless. After a while, I saw Mona and Mala walking and talking near the house bordering the ground. I immediately stopped playing and moved closer, pretending to tie my shoe, and started listening intently to their conversation.

"Why didn't you come to the storehouse yesterday?" Mona asked Mala, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I was scared," Mala replied softly.

"Scared of what? You don't have to do it yourself; you just have to watch," Mona said, trying to reassure her friend.

"What if your brother finds out we are watching?" Mala asked, clearly worried about the consequences.

"Don't worry about him. I'll handle him," Mona said confidently, dismissing the threat of her brother.

"But I just don't like this, watching them," Mala said, her discomfort audible.

"Look, I'm doing you a favor by showing you this. Look at how other girls die to see it, how curious they are about it. Don't think too much; just come tomorrow," Mona said, using a subtle mix of flattery and pressure to persuade her.

"Okay," Mala relented, sounding hesitant. "But you'll handle everything, right? If there’s trouble?"

"Come to the storehouse at 6 p.m. tomorrow. See that broken window? Go inside from there. This is the last time I'm asking. If you don't come tomorrow, I won't show you my sex again," Mona said, delivering a firm ultimatum to ensure Mala’s compliance.

"Okay," Mala finally agreed.

Then Mona and Mala went off to their respective homes.

I started thinking: Mona is trapping Mala to watch them have sex with her. What do I care? This is perfect. Tomorrow, I'll get to see two girls and two boys having sex, and I can compare their clumsy actions to the masterful lessons Madam taught me.

I went home, my spirits lifted by the prospect of the next day. After eating dinner, I did some homework, but my mind was too busy to focus. I was thinking about whether I should go and tell Mala everything—warning her about what she was walking into. Then I immediately thought: What if Mona's brother finds out that I told Mala? He'll beat me up brutally.

I kept wrestling with the choice of what to do—protecting Mala or protecting myself—and somewhere in the middle of this moral debate, I fell asleep, the excitement for tomorrow winning out over caution.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 30: The Coin Toss and the Confession

The next day, I went to schoool. Today I felt marginally better than yesterday. The excitement of the previous day's discovery about Mona had injected a new distraction into my life. During class, I noticed Komal looking at me. When our eyes met, I was suddenly reminded that the boring math teacher would be back in two months and that Madam had left for good. I then remembered that Komal, my own cousin, genuinely needed my help with her studies. Neha Aunt might be the way she is, but Komal is my sister. I should help her, I resolved. I decided I would go to her house tomorrow.

It was the lunch break. I went to the schoool ground to play, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Mala was also sitting alone nearby. I was thinking about whether I should tell her what I overheard or not—it was a huge risk if Mona's brother found out, but the thought of protecting Mala felt right. I left the critical decision to fate.

I took a coin out of my pocket and tossed it into the air. When it landed, the decision was made. Maybe God also wanted this, I thought, taking it as a sign. I walked over to Mala.

"Hi, you're Mala, right?" I asked, feeling a little awkward initiating the conversation.

"Yes, and you're Avi," she said.

"You know me?" I asked, surprised that a girl two classes above me knew my name.

"We live in the same village, and you're famous for your studies. I can know that much," she said simply.

"But why are you asking me today? Did I do something?" she asked, a little suspicious of my sudden approach.

"I need to talk to you about something important," I said, leaning closer.

"Yes, say it. I'm listening," she said.

I hesitated, suddenly unsure how to break the news.

"What is it? You're scaring me," she asked, looking a little frightened.

"First, promise me that you'll listen to me completely and not get angry or interrupt," I said, seeking assurance.

She thought: Does he have feelings for me? He looks so intense.

"Yes, I promise. Now just say it, quickly," she said impatiently.

"I overheard your and Mona's conversation yesterday," I confessed, watching her face carefully.

"What?" she asked, her eyes going wide with shock and fear.

"Please listen to my whole story before you judge," I said.

Mala thought: So he knows everything. Is he here to take advantage of me now that he has my secret?

She said with a flash of anger, though she held her voice low, "Yes, say it, but get to the point."

"I also heard the conversation from a week ago, when you first talked about the storehouse," I admitted.

Mala thought: He heard that too. Then why didn't he tell me then? Maybe he's not entirely bad, or maybe it's something else he wants.

"Say clearly what you want to say, Avi," she demanded.

"Mona is not a good girl. Stay away from her," I warned her directly.

"Mona is my friend. I won't hear anything bad about her," she said, sounding instantly protective and defensive of her loyalty.

"After you both were talking last week and you went home, Mona said something to her brother," I said, revealing the cruel core of the plan.

"What did Mona say?" she asked, her curiosity now getting the better of her anger.

"She said that after showing you sex once, her brother would also have sex with you—that he intends to force you into it," I said, making the warning as blunt as possible.

"No, you're lying! Mona is my friend. She can't do that to me," she insisted, still desperately clinging to denial.

"Mona's brother wants to have sex with you. That's why he told Mona to convince you to come to the storehouse," I explained the true motive.

"I don't believe you," she said firmly, crossing her arms.

"Okay. She called you to meet at 6 p.m. today, right?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted, hesitant now.

"We'll go before that, at 5 p.m., and listen to their conversation from the window. We’ll know the truth then," I suggested.

"We? You're coming with me to watch them?" she asked, her eyes suddenly accusing.

"No one ever goes to the storehouse, so it's the perfect place for them to talk openly. What if Mona's brother does force you, even if I'm wrong about Mona's intention? I'll be there, and I can step in if anything goes wrong," I argued, trying to be a good person and establish trust.

She thought for a while, weighing the risk of trusting me against the risk of going alone. "What if you're lying to me and are part of the plot?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.

"Whatever punishment you give me, I'll accept it if I'm lying. And anyway, you're going at 6 p.m. anyway. Let's just go an hour earlier, at 5 p.m., instead of 6, and find out the truth harmlessly," I reasoned, using logic to counter her fear.

"Okay. I'm trusting you, Avi," she said, finally agreeing. "If you do anything wrong, if you try to take advantage of me or anyone else, remember my name is Mala, and I will ruin your life," she warned me, her voice now menacing.

"Okay. We have a deal. Let's meet at the ground near the storehouse. Come a little early. I think Mona will also come early to set things up. We need to be there before her. I'm leaving now. It's class time," I said, relieved the message was delivered.

"Bye," she said, watching me leave, her face a mixture of gratitude, fear, and lingering doubt.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 31: The Eavesdropping and the Payoff


I spent the rest of the college day wrestling with deep doubt. Fear was a cold, slick feeling in my stomach. I was terrified of what would happen if Mona’s aggressive brother found out I had set up this hidden listening. I kept worrying that if the three of them just met and left without doing anything, I would look like a liar to Mala. The worry felt sharp and constant.

I clasped my hands, silently praying everything would go right. I took a short nap to calm my fast-beating heart, then left for the ground at 4 p.m., an hour early. As I walked, an intense feeling made me check the storehouse one last time. I slipped inside through the broken window. I looked around the dusty building. I found the main area where Mona and the boys had sex. A little farther away, behind some old sacks and boxes, I quickly made a safe, hidden spot for Mala and me. This spot was perfect: they wouldn't see us, but we could clearly hear everything they said.

I went back to the empty ground to wait, and the minutes dragged on. At 4:50 p.m., Mala arrived. She looked nervous, glancing around every few seconds. She whispered that Mona was also on her way. I grabbed Mala’s arm and quickly pulled her toward the storehouse window. We silently slid inside and quickly hid in our spot. After about ten tense minutes, the three figures came in. Mona entered first, then her brother. Mona sat down where they usually met, but her brother stood near the window, looking out. *Maybe he was checking if anyone saw them come in, since they were early today,* I thought, pressed close to Mala. Mona's boyfriend came in a little later. It was 5:30 p.m.

They just sat there, talking in low voices about boring things. I couldn't figure out why they weren't starting their plan. Mala grew worried, giving me silent looks that said, *"You lied."* It was 6 p.m., the time Mona told Mala to arrive, but they were still just sitting. I felt a cold knot of dread; I thought I was wrong. Mala kept giving me worried, pleading looks. I saw Mona kept looking toward the window, clearly waiting for Mala. It was 6:30 p.m. Mona must have finally decided Mala wasn't coming today. That’s when they finally started talking about their dark plan.

Mona sighed heavily. "I honestly don't think Mala will come today at all."

Mona's brother shifted, still holding onto hope. "Don't say that, Mona. Maybe she's just running a little late."

Her boyfriend sounded bored. "I also think the plan failed today. She's too scared."

"I don't think she'll ever show up here," Mona said sharply.

Mona's brother sounded frustrated. "Didn't you convince Mala well enough? Why didn't she come to us?"

"I think she just got too scared," her boyfriend offered simply.

Mona snapped back, her voice rising in anger. "Yes, she didn't come yesterday either! Forget about her. I don't think you'll ever get her now. And you, you even stopped having sex with me because you only cared about getting Mala," she accused her brother, her voice shaking.

Mona's brother gave up. "Yes, you're right. I think so too now."

"Come on, let's just start our own fun then," her boyfriend said, his voice instantly low and lustful. "But man, it would've been so much fun to have sex with Mala today."

"You shut your mouth. Understand?" Mona shouted at her boyfriend, hitting the dusty floor.

"Why are you yelling at him?" Mona's brother hissed, pulling Mona roughly toward him. "Come on, now let's forget Mala. Let's just start our own sex."

I let out a shaky breath; the tension left my body in a painful jolt. *I'm safe now,* I realized. *And Mala is safe.* But I was still confused why they waited so long. How were they going to trap Mala and force her to have sex? No matter. At least Mala knows everything now. Not the full story, but enough to know their evil plan. I whispered to her, my voice barely a breath. "See, Mala? I was right all along, wasn't I?"

Mala's body shook against mine. "I'm so sorry, Avi," she whispered back, full of regret and thankfulness. "I should have trusted you sooner, without needing to see this."

I couldn't help but tease her. I whispered, "Now be quiet, and watch what you came here to see, since they've finally started."

My words instantly made Mala's face turn bright red, a mix of shame and a growing, unmistakable excitement.

Their quiet talk was suddenly replaced by raw, frantic action. "Just have sex with my chooť like this," Mona gasped, guiding her brother's hand. "Bhai, have sex with my chooť now, imagining I'm Mala," she instructed, her voice thick with dark fantasy.

Any friendliness vanished, replaced by a raw, aggressive urgency. They scrambled on the rough, dusty floor. The disappointment about Mala seemed to fuel a darker, more intense sex session between them.

Mona climbed onto her brother, taking the lead. Her voice, dark with lust, directed him. "Bhai, yes, Mala isn't here now. Now I'll make your chooť into a dump hole, imagining you're her," Mona's brother responded crudely, his voice raw. He grabbed her hips hard and slammed his lunď into her with force, making the floorboards creak and dust fall from the ceiling.

The boyfriend moved instantly, forcing his way to her head. "Suck my lunď, harder, you bitch," he commanded, his voice tight and low. He gripped Mona's head, pulling her mouth down fiercely.

Mona, pinned between the two men, obeyed without delay. Her moans were a raw, tearing sound—part strain, part desperate pleasure. "Yes, harder!" she screamed, her voice loud, focused only on meeting their brutal demands.

Mona's brother pounded into her, the force relentless. He became enraged by the volume of her cry. "You whore, shut up, or the whole village will come running right now!" he hissed, his face close to hers. "Then you'll have to have sex with the whole village!" The threat was vicious, meant only to dominate.

For several minutes, the scene was pure, frenzied movement. The air was thick with effort and desperate sound. The brother finished first, collapsing heavily onto Mona, his weight forcing the air from her lungs. He pulled out quickly, his body slick with sweat.

Without a moment of rest, the boyfriend surged forward. He scrambled over the brother's exhausted body and brutally forced Mona onto her back. She was repositioned instantly, her body moving only by their command.

The three bodies immediately twisted into a wild, desperate knot on the dusty floor. They shifted with ruthless, quick speed, constantly changing positions.

The men drove the action, constantly demanding attention. The brother and the boyfriend swapped places and actions without speaking.

One moment, Mona was pressed hard against the floor, taking the force of one man's aggression. The next moment, she was violently pulled up, forced to meet the harsh demands of the other man.

Every single action was done with a brutal, focused energy that left Mona no chance to breathe or even try to protest.

The sounds were non-stop: the constant, heavy slapping of skin, the quick, rough sounds of breath, and the men's low, strained grunts of hard work. The rough marring went on for thirty punishing, non-stop minutes.

It was a cycle of pure physical need and control that pushed Mona past her limit.

Finally, the violent movement stopped. The sudden silence that followed was heavy and complete, broken only by the loud, strained sound of their breathing. All three lay finished, totally exhausted, their skin covered in sweat and dust.

The immediate thrill ended. They scrambled to their feet, the focus now shifting to escape. They violently pulled on their clothes, smoothing them down to hide every trace of the raw act. They left the storehouse one by one, looking around nervously before rushing away toward their homes. The storehouse was left silent and empty, save for Mala and me still frozen in the deep shadows.

Mala and I stayed hidden. My lunď was stiff and throbbing hard. It had been three days since I had last had sex, and watching the raw, aggressive act had made me fully aroused. I desperately wanted to play with my lunď. Madam had told me that if you can't find a chooť and your lunď gets hard, just move it up and down in your hand—that would release the semen and bring relief. But I couldn't do it with Mala only a foot away.

Mala was in the same aroused, shocked state as me. It was the first time she had ever seen sex, and a group act at that. Mala's whole face was flushed bright red, and she nervously fidgeted with her hands, her excitement and confusion clear. I felt it was too dangerous to stay here longer; we were too exposed, and I needed to calm my body. I cleared my throat softly. "Let's go out now, Mala," I whispered. Hearing my voice, Mala visibly shook and woke up from her trance.

Mala was too shy to meet my eyes. We quietly slipped out of the storehouse. Mala wasn't saying anything, clearly trying to process everything she had seen. I needed to calm my throbbing lunď fast, so I told Mala we should go home right away. Mala just nodded her head, unable to speak. I quickly went to my house, and Mala rushed to hers. The strong, unsaid tension hung heavily between us.

After getting home, the intense arousal from watching Mona’s session became too much to bear. I went straight to the bathroom. Remembering Madam's advice, I quickly started moving my lunď up and down. Since it had been hard for almost an hour, my semen was released quickly, giving me immediate, deep relief.

Then, just like every other day, I ate dinner, talked to my Chachi for a while, did my homework, and went straight to sleep. The total exhaustion of the intense day finally won.

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