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

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## Update 15: The Price of "Beta" (Avi and Neha Bua/Komal)

I sat on the sofa, feeling the tension rise in the silent room. Komal and I were in the same class, but she always treated me like air, her eyes flicking past me as if I didn't exist. I knew exactly 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 immediately. She was smiling—a wide, unnatural expression—and her voice was saccharine sweet.

Neha Bua leaned in slightly, her voice high and forced. “Avi beta, how are you?”

*What happened to Bua?* The sudden, affectionate address was jarring, setting off an internal alarm. I sat up straighter, wary. “I’m fine, Bua. How are you all?”

“We’re all fine,” Neha Bua chirped, clasping her hands. “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 drawled, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took a seat. “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 closer, a hint of accusation now threading through her voice. “You don't pay any attention to your sister.”

My voice became immediately defensive. “That’s not true.”

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

“I can give Komal my notes,” I offered quickly, trying to deflect the true request that I now saw coming.

“She has notes,” Bua dismissed, waving her hand. “But she needs someone to teach her.”

“Yes, that’s true,” I conceded quietly.

Bua continued, her voice now dripping with exaggerated kindness. “Beta, won’t you help your sister? Can’t you teach Komal?”

*I knew it.* The moment of realization was cold and clear, like a switch being flipped. *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 of the trap. I sighed, resigning myself to the task. “Okay, Bua,” I said. “I’ll help Komal with her studies next month. I have to go now.”

“Wait!” she insisted, grabbing my wrist gently. “You came after so long. Have a snack.” She clapped her hands loudly. “Komal made them herself.”

Komal returned to the room with a plate of samosas. Her face was flat, betraying no emotion—not joy, not shame—over having to serve me. “Avi, here,” she said, holding out the plate stiffly.

“Thanks,” I said, taking one quickly.

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

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## Update 16: The Confession and the Shared Secret (Avi and Madam)

When I finally got home from Neha Bua’s place, Suman Chachi met me right at the door. Her face was tight with worry, and she immediately started showering me with sharp questions.

Suman Chachi grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in slightly. “Where have you been all this time?”

“I was playing at the ground,” I replied quickly.

She squeezed my arm, her eyes narrowed. “Where did you go after Madam’s house?”

“I went straight to my Aunt Neha's place,” I answered, keeping my voice steady.

She frowned deeply, her head tilting. “Couldn’t you have told us before going?”

I didn't share my thought—that going from Madam’s house to Bua’s was closer than coming back home first, saving me time—but just shook my head slightly, focusing on the floor.

Her grip softened, becoming a gentle hold. “What was Neha saying?” she asked, her tone easing up.

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

She peered closely at my shirt, her gaze making me feel transparent. “And what’s this stain on your clothes?”

“Aunt gave me samosas to eat, and it got on my clothes then,” I explained, pointing to the spot of grease.

“Alright, go and change your clothes,” she sighed, visibly relaxing her posture as the immediate worry left her eyes.

“Okay,” I said, moving to pull away.

She pulled me into a quick, surprisingly tight hug, holding me close. “Son, we were worried about you, that’s why I was angry. Please forgive your aunt,” she whispered against my ear, her voice rough with sudden emotion, then she quickly told me to change.

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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 college, Komal spoke to me for the first time—she was suddenly friendly, likely due to her mother's request. We even ate lunch together, talking quietly about homework. She was different from what I had imagined; she seemed like a genuinely good girl, shy but kind.

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

I sat on the sofa, feeling the expensive fabric beneath me. Madam was wearing a nightgown.

Madam smiled easily. “Avi, would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, why not?” I replied, the routine of the offer feeling oddly comforting.

A little while later, she came back with the coffee. I started drinking it silently, watching the swirl of cream, feeling the moment of confession drawing closer, my heart beating a faster rhythm in my chest.

I finally blurted it out, setting the cup down hard. “Madam, I need to talk to you.”

She looked up, her demeanor gentle. “Yes, what do you want to say?”

I stammered, twisting my hands. “Well... it’s... it’s that, Madam...” I couldn't find the words, the lie catching in my throat.

Madam prompted me, her eyes steady. “Come on, tell me what’s on your mind.”

I took a deep, shaky breath. “I took your book,” I finally confessed.

Madam lifted one eyebrow, but the surprise was clearly feigned. “What?”

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

Madam tilted her head, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “But you told me you didn’t take it.”

“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, her voice mild.

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

“It’s okay,” she said simply, picking up her own coffee.

I braced myself, full of dread. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“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, so strong it made my muscles weak. My shoulders dropped, releasing a tension I hadn't known I was holding. I felt the heat draining from my face, replaced by a grateful coolness.

“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.

Madam rose from the sofa, moving toward the door. “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 the secret of taking the book for a new, shared, and binding secret between us.

After leaving Madam’s house, I went to the ground to play. While running across the dirt, I noticed a flurry of activity near the old storehouse. Workers were moving wood and shouting. I learned that work on the building had been going on for three days and was scheduled to continue for another week. *Now I understand 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.*

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## Update 17: The Storehouse Secret and Mona's Confession

On Sunday morning, I headed to the field, my usual spot for a casual game. But my attention quickly shifted to a secluded corner where Mona and her classmate Mala sat, engrossed in a hushed conversation. Mona leaned close, her voice low, while Mala fidgeted beside her. Intrigued, I abandoned the game and slipped behind a nearby abandoned structure to listen in, my curiosity outweighing any guilt.

Mala’s voice trembled slightly, barely audible. “Don’t you ever get scared?”

With a casual shrug, Mona replied, “What’s there to be scared of?”

Mala pressed her lips together, her unease clear. “What if something goes wrong?”

Tossing her head dismissively, Mona said, “Nothing will go wrong. My brother handles everything.”

Mala’s eyes widened, shock flickering across her face. “Your brother knows about this too?”

A sharp nod from Mona confirmed it. “Yes, he knows.”

Disbelief colored Mala’s tone. “And you still do all that? Even before marriage?”

Mona scoffed, crossing her arms with a smirk. “So what? My marriage is already arranged with him. I’ll have to do it with him after marriage anyway. I’m just practicing beforehand.”

Frowning, Mala pressed further. “That’s all fine, but doesn’t your brother say anything about your fiancé?”

A wide grin spread across Mona’s face. “What would he say? He does everything too.”

Confusion clouded Mala’s expression as she leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

With a playful sigh, Mona teased, “My sweet Mala, when will you understand? I do it with my brother too.”

Mala gasped, loud enough for me to catch it from my hiding spot. “What? With your own brother?”

Mona’s voice carried a hint of pride as she repeated, “Yes, with my brother.”

Recoiling, Mala’s voice dripped with judgment. “Mona, he’s your brother. Aren’t you ashamed to be with him?”

Mona closed her eyes briefly, a faint smile betraying her pleasure. “I enjoy it a lot.”

Glancing around nervously, Mala whispered, “What if your boyfriend finds out?”

Picking at a loose thread on her dress, Mona said casually, “He already knows.”

Mala’s head jerked back in shock. “What?”

With a sly smirk, Mona confirmed, “Yes, he knows I’m with my brother too.”

Mala’s voice tightened. “He doesn’t say anything?”

Mona’s tone turned wicked, triumphant. “What can he say? Because his lunď is in my mouth.”

Mala’s eyes widened, horror dawning. “Does that mean you three do it together?”

Without a trace of shame, Mona nodded. “Yes. We have sex together.”

Blurting out her disapproval, Mala said, “Mona, you’re a slut.”

Mona stood firm, her expression defiant. “I’m not a slut. I just take pleasure and give pleasure.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, Mala muttered, “Mona, you’re incredible. You take two at a time.”

Nudging Mala’s shoulder playfully, Mona teased, “And you don’t even take one.”

Arms crossed, Mala said firmly, “No, I don’t want to have that kind of fun before marriage.”

Leaning closer, Mona’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Try it just once, it’s a lot of fun.”

Mala pulled back, resolute. “No, I don’t want to.”

Changing tactics, Mona’s voice dropped conspiratorially. “Forget that. Have you ever seen sex?”

With a slow shake of her head, Mala admitted, “No.”

Mona’s tone turned suggestive. “Would you like to see it?”

Hesitating, Mala asked, “Whose?”

“Mine,” Mona replied simply.

Confusion crossed Mala’s face. “Yours?”

“Yes, mine,” Mona said, her voice soft but firm.

Looking uncomfortable, Mala protested, “No, that’s wrong. I don’t want to see your sex.”

Shrugging, Mona pressed, “What’s wrong with watching it once?”

Mala’s hands waved in objection. “But…”

Cutting her off, Mona’s tone grew impatient. “Forget the ‘buts.’ Just tell me if you want to see it or not.”

Curiosity won out, though Mala’s voice wavered. “I do want to see it, but I’m scared. What if someone finds out?”

With a confident smile, Mona reassured her, “No one will find out. I’ll show you my sex next week.”

Mala’s hesitation shifted to eagerness as she sat up straight. “Why next week? Why not tomorrow?”

Pinching Mala’s arm playfully, Mona chided, “A moment ago you were scared, and now you want to see it quickly. Be a little patient, I’ll show you.”

Smoothing her skirt, Mala stood. “Alright. Whenever you feel like it, just show me. I’m leaving now.”

Waving her off, Mona said, “Yes, go, or your mother will come looking for you.”

After Mala walked away, Mona lingered, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she murmured to herself, “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 chooť will be left without a lunď.”

A cold realization hit me: *Is Mona planning to pull Mala into this?* My stomach churned at the thought of Mala’s fate, but a selfish curiosity quickly took over: *What do I care?* Slipping out from behind the structure, I headed home, ate dinner, and then made my way to Madam’s house, my pulse quickening with the weight of the village’s latest secret. I couldn’t wait to share this private revelation with her.

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## Update 18: The Six-Inch Secret and the First Confession (Avi and Madam)

I arrived at Madam’s house on Sunday noon. She greeted me with a soft smile, dbangd in a nightgown that spoke of relaxation and the secretive nature of our meetings.

Madam gestured me toward a seat, her voice calm and even. “Avi, do you have any work all day today?”

“No, Madam, I am completely free today,” I replied, settling in.

She cut straight to the issue, her expression direct and unwavering. “Have you read that book?”

I admitted the truth, my eyes quickly dropping to the floor. “Yes, just once.”

Madam tilted her head, her tone professional, almost testing. “How did you feel after seeing that book?”

“It felt a little strange,” I said, unable to fully explain the rush of heat and the sharp shame I felt.

Madam pressed further, her curiosity now obvious. “Have you seen books like that before?”

“Yes, some of my friends showed me,” I confessed, using the common lie to protect myself.

“Do you like these kinds of books?” Madam asked.

“I don’t like them,” I said, trying to be honest without sounding too eager. “But I get the urge to look at them again and again.”

Madam immediately offered the book, testing my resolve. “Do you want this book?”

“No, I don’t want it. If my Chachi sees it, I’ll get a beating,” I said, the fear of my aunt overriding any desire.

Madam leaned forward conspiratorially. “Keep it hidden in your room. No one will know you have such a book.”

I argued back, the logic giving me a burst of confidence. “You also kept it hidden, but I still found it, didn’t I? What if my Chachi finds it the same way?”

Madam sighed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “That was my mistake that you found it.”

“No, Madam, I don't want it,” I repeated, holding my ground.

“Okay. Don’t take it. What do I care?” Madam said, her tone suddenly sharp with frustration.

I quickly pleaded, my hands gripping my knees. “Madam, please don’t be angry. 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.” Madam finally surrendered the point, her eyes lingering on me for a moment before she stood up. “I’ll make some coffee for you.”

“Okay,” I said, relieved the immediate storm had passed.

She returned with the coffee and handed it to me, the ceramic mug warm against my hands. “Here’s the coffee.”

“Thank you, Madam,” I said, taking a cautious sip.

The warmth of the coffee and the relief of the book crisis boosted my courage. “Madam, can I ask you something?”

She turned her full attention to me, sensing the change in my mood. “Yes, yes, ask away.”

I shifted nervously in my seat. “You won’t get angry, will you?”

Madam smiled faintly, her curiosity fully engaged. “No, I won’t get angry. Ask what you want to ask.”

“It was written in that book that…” I started, my voice catching in my throat.

Madam prompted me, her eyes steady on mine. “Yes, say it. Why did you stop?”

I took a fast, shaky breath and forced the words out. “It was written in that book that your husband’s lunď is six inches long.”

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

“Yes, it is,” she said simply. Then, her face hardened, and she adopted a stern voice. “And why are you using a word like ‘lunď’? Aren’t you ashamed to use such words in front of your Madam?” she scolded, acting deeply offended.

“Sorry, Madam, it was a mistake. I won’t say it again,” I stammered, my face instantly heating up with shame. My chest tightened instantly, trapping the air in my lungs. I focused on the cold sweat gathering in my armpits, trying to distract myself from the sudden flush of embarrassment. A cold spike of adrenaline shot through me.

Madam quickly softened, waving away the reprimand with a flick of her wrist. “Oh, you’re upset. I was just joking. I know that in villages, these words are used. Ask what you were asking.”

“Are everyone’s lunďs only six inches long?” I asked, finally getting to the real worry that had been consuming me.

Madam shook her head gently. “No, that's not the case. Some people have bigger ones,” she said calmly. “But why are you asking?”

“Well,” I lied quickly, avoiding her eyes, “some of my friends have the same length.”

*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 hard. “He says his lunď is longer than six inches. But I don’t believe him. I think he must have some disease.”

Madam explained, her voice clear and calm like a teacher's. “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?”

“Yes, I understand,” I said, a powerful, sudden 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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## Update 19: The Pretense of Sickness and the Inspection (Avi and Madam)

Madam returned, the glass of water cool in her hand. “Here’s the water.”

“Thanks, Madam,” I replied, taking the glass and bringing it to my lips.

Madam settled back onto the sofa, her gaze becoming distant and vacant, lost in a profound silence. *He’s not talking about a friend; he’s talking about himself,* I could almost feel her thinking. *He thinks Madam won’t find out, but you’re forgetting that I’ve seen more of the world than you have. Either his lunď is small, or it could be big. If it’s small, it’s no use to me. But if it’s long… he did say his friends’ lunďs were long. I’ll be having a great time.*

The silence was too intense, the quiet energy emanating from her too powerful. “What are you thinking, Madam?” I asked, finally breaking the spell.

Madam blinked slowly, smoothing her expression into a practiced neutrality. “Nothing. I was just thinking about your friend,” she lied, the words flowing effortlessly.

*To see his lunď, I’ll have to play some tricks,* Madam’s eyes narrowed slightly as she concluded her internal planning.

I felt a sudden jolt of alarm, seeing the manufactured worry etched on Madam’s face. “I’m confused. What happened to my friend?” I asked, the glass trembling slightly in my hand.

Madam leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, planting the seed of pure panic in my mind. “Seeing the worry on your face, I feel that maybe your friend might have a disease.”

My throat instantly went dry. “What disease?” I asked, a wave of genuine fear washing over me.

Madam’s gaze pinned me down, her expression firm and professional. “If I see his lunď, I can tell if he has a disease or not.” She waited, watching my reaction with unblinking intensity.

I hesitated, the water forgotten. I wrestled with the mounting shame of my lie and the terrifying fear of an unknown sickness.

Madam pressed on, her tone challenging and provocative. “What’s wrong? Why are you thinking so much? It’s your friend who has the disease, not you.”

My shoulders slumped with the effort of holding my secret. “The thing is…” I started, the words shamefully sticking to my tongue.

*Now he’s coming around,* Madam’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

“Yes, yes, say what you’re saying,” Madam urged, leaning forward, her focus absolute.

I swallowed hard, the shame finally breaking through. “I lied to you that…”

“Yes, tell me,” Madam demanded, her impatience barely concealed behind a tight smile.

“That my friend’s lunď is long,” I finally managed to confess, my cheeks burning.

Madam’s eyes flashed, her excitement instantly replaced by profound disappointment. “So is it small?” she snapped. *Everything is ruined,* I could hear the disappointment in the sharpness of her voice.

“No, it’s long, but it’s not my friend’s, it’s…” I trailed off again, incapable of completing the sentence.

*This boy is going to give me a heart attack,* Madam thought, taking a visible, stiff breath to stifle her rising frustration.

“Yes, say it clearly. What is it?” she insisted, her command stripping away my last defense.

The words exploded out of me, a confession of relief and sheer terror. “I wasn't talking about my friend, I was talking about myself!”

Madam blinked, her face a carefully constructed mask of shock. “What?” she questioned, feigning complete surprise.

“Yes, I think my lunď is long,” I confessed, dropping my eyes to my lap, unable to meet her gaze.

Madam shifted, crossing her arms, a coy skepticism in her voice. “I’ll have to see it to know. And now I don't believe you. Maybe you’re lying again.”

“No, Madam, I’m telling the truth,” I rushed to explain, desperate for her belief. “I was just scared and didn't know how to ask you, so I asked through my friend.”

“Okay, never mind. You got the answers to your questions, right?” she asked, a slight softening in her voice.

“Yes. But you said there could be a disease,” I insisted, the panic still a cold knot in my stomach.

Madam raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, using her authority as a final weapon. “I can only tell by looking at it. How can I tell you just like that?”

“But how can I show you? I’m feeling shy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The final, decisive manipulation. Madam’s voice became a low, grave warning. “If you’re going to be shy, your disease can get worse.”

“No, no, I’ll show you,” I immediately caved, the thought of a worsening disease overriding everything. I scrambled to my feet, fumbling frantically with the button and zipper of my pants. My hands were shaking too hard to work the small metal button, and the zipper snagged halfway. I struggled, my face growing hot with the effort and the embarrassment.

Madam watched for a moment, then stepped forward, her eyes still locked on my bulging front. Madam reached out, her fingers gently covering mine on the zipper pull. “Come closer, Avi,” she instructed softly. Her touch sent a jolt through me, but I obeyed, leaning in.

Her fingers were surprisingly steady as she pulled the difficult zipper all the way down. She didn't remove her hand. Madam then pressed her thumb lightly against the waistband of my underwear, pushing it a tiny bit to gauge the tension.

“Hold still,” Madam murmured. She slipped one finger, then two, into my pants, right inside the fabric of my underwear. I gasped at the unexpected, direct contact. She then gripped the cloth. Madam tried to pull my underwear down, but it was tight, and my lunď was straining hard against the fabric. She had to use both hands to firmly grip my pants and underwear.

I quickly popped the button at my waist. Madam took the opportunity to pull my trousers down to my knees. The thick fabric gathered there, and now my long, hard lunď was completely exposed, straining free of the last bit of tight elastic.

When Madam finally saw it, her mouth fell open in an involuntary gasp. She stood there, absolutely frozen, staring at my lunď like a statue. It was as if she had been bitten by a snake, paralyzed by shock. I was utterly terrified by her extreme reaction. Do I have a disease? I thought, my fear spiking with every silent, agonizing second. Madam was neither speaking nor moving. She was only staring. The entire room seemed to have disappeared, compressed into only Madam and my exposed, trembling body. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, so loud I thought she must surely hear it. A knot of pure dread tightened instantly in my gut, making me feel physically sick. My hands clenched into useless fists, and a cold numbness began to creep up my legs. The fear of her diagnosis was overpowering me, trapped and helpless under her intense, unwavering gaze.

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## Update 20: The Test, the Semen, and the Command to Secrecy (Avi and Madam)

I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze locked onto my erect lunď. I reached out and gently shook her arm, and she finally jolted back to her senses with a sharp intake of breath.

“What happened, Madam?” I asked, my voice tight with a fresh wave of panic.

Madam stammered, her voice breathless and rough. “Nothing… well… your… your lunď… is it really… is this real?”

“I don’t understand anything, Madam,” I replied, completely confused by her profound shock.

“It's nothing,” Madam insisted, taking a deep, shaky breath to regain control, but her eyes kept quickly snapping back to my exposed body.

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

Madam steadied herself, her tone finally sounding like the teacher I knew. “Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you.”

“Yes, please check quickly,” I urged, the frantic drumming of my heart filling my ears.

A hint of genuine awe now softened Madam’s voice. “Avi, your lunď is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big lunď.”

“Do I have some disease?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with fear.

“Avi, I’ll have to check to see if you have a disease or not,” Madam said aloud, holding my gaze. 

Looking at his lunď, Madam chooť was already wet. She needed to think of something quickly. A clever idea formed in her mind: an idea that would allow her to have sex with him and, at the same time, release him from a disease he was never even close to having.

“Yes, please check quickly,” I repeated eagerly, desperate for a verdict.

“Wait, I’ll get some oil from inside,” Madam said, turning toward the bedroom.

“Why oil?” I asked, bewildered.

“To check if you have a disease or not,” she replied, a practiced, believable lie.

“Yes, please get it,” I agreed instantly.

Madam returned and poured the cool, slick oil onto the shaft of my lunď, then started rubbing it in well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate, warm sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained heavy in my mind, overshadowing the pleasure. Madam started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp, intense pleasure that reminded me of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.

She increased the speed and intensity of her hand, her expression completely focused. After about ten minutes of continuous, rhythmic movement, my lunď stiffened further, swelling almost painfully. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it had at the storehouse. The liquid erupted from me, and Madam expertly curved her hand to catch the thick fluid.

Madam held her hand steady, presenting it to me. “Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not.”

“But how will this tell you?” I asked, confused by the strange procedure.

Madam’s eyes fixed intensely on mine. “I will taste it, and then I'll know.”

“But this is dirty,” I protested, instinctively recoiling from the idea.

Madam maintained her calm, instructional tone. “No, this is not dirty. This is what makes a baby.”

“How?” I asked, my confusion about biology still profound.

“When this liquid goes into a girl’s chooť, a baby is born,” she explained patiently.

“But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so,” I argued, trying to reconcile the facts.

“This liquid goes into the girl’s chooť during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not,” she said, cutting off further questions.

Madam slowly brought her hand to her mouth. I watched, horrified and profoundly fascinated, as she touched the liquid with her tongue, sampling it. My throat felt suddenly tight, and I couldn't breathe properly. A dizzying heat rose to my face as I watched her. My heart hammered against my ribs, waiting for the diagnosis. After a few seconds, a wave of profound, total relief washed over me as I saw a distinct, satisfied happiness spread across her face.

“What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?” I asked desperately, my voice thin.

“Yes, everything is fine,” Madam said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.

“I don’t have any disease?” I asked, the relief making me feel light-headed and giddy.

“There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease,” she confirmed, confirming the end of my great fear.

“Then why is my lunď so big?” I asked, now merely curious, the fear replaced by pride.

“You should thank God that you have such a good lunď. Very few people have one this big. Understand?” she said, complimenting me lavishly, making me stand taller.

“Thank you, Madam. You’ve lifted such a huge burden off my mind,” I said, truly grateful for her help.

I was still standing there, naked and exposed.

“The liquid that came out is called semen,” she clarified, the teacher in her persisting.

“Okay,” I acknowledged.

Madam fixed me with a serious look, establishing the vital rule of secrecy. “Listen, Avi, don’t tell anyone about what happened today.”

“I won't tell anyone,” I promised immediately.

Madam’s voice became deliberately probing, softer and more intimate. “Avi, just like I saw your lunď today, have you ever seen a girl’s chooť?”

“No, Madam,” I lied quickly, the images of the Principal and Mona flashing instantly through my mind.

“Would you like to see one?” she asked.

“Yes, I would like to see one,” I said, my curiosity burning away my shyness.

“Do you want to see mine?” she asked, her voice dropping lower, full of invitation.

“Yours?” I asked, surprised and overwhelmed by the directness.

Madam rose slowly from the sofa, her eyes fixed on mine. “Yes, what would you like to see?”

“If you show me, I’ll definitely look,” I said, a wave of pure excitement making my breath shallow and fast.

“Then come to my bedroom,” she commanded, her eyes holding me captive, signaling the complete and 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)

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## Update 21: Avi is Praised for His Fast Learning (Avi and Madam)

Once the bedroom door closed behind us, Madam wasted no time. With a single, smooth motion, Madam pulled her nightgown up and over her head. The soft fabric whispered as it dropped to the floor, leaving Madam completely naked before me.

I was already bare from the waist down, and the sight of Madam’s body stole my breath. Her chooť was smooth, completely open. Her breasts were exactly the full, ripe mangoes I’d always imagined. Just as I had seen Madam freeze like a statue when she first saw my lunď, now I was the one who froze, stunned by the sight of her naked form. A flicker of excitement and happiness danced in Madam's eyes.

Madam tilted her head, her voice loud with excitement. “Avi, Avi, how do you like my chooť?”

I snapped back to my senses, the question ringing, but my mind was too full to give an answer.

Madam stretched out a hand, her command soft but firm. “Avi, come closer to me.”

I moved, closing the space until only a few steps separated us. My heart was a wild drum against my ribs, each beat loud in the sudden silence.

Madam’s hand slowly moved toward me, her instruction a low breath. “Touch my chooť with your hand and feel it.”

The moment my fingertips brushed against Madam’s slick, warm chooť, a sharp jolt, like electricity, hit my arm. My whole body instantly moved back, and I stumbled back a step.

A slight frown creased Madam’s brow. “What happened? You didn’t like it?”

I could only manage a choked sound. “Hmm.” The feeling of that sudden heat and moisture had confused me completely.

Madam looked at me with great curiosity. “Have you ever seen a chooť before?”

I quickly shook my head, confirming I had not.

Madam waited, a hint of nervousness around her mouth. “How is my chooť?”

“It’s nice,” I said, the word coming out as a strained whisper.

Madam got right to the point, her eyes looking deep into mine. “Have you ever had sex?”

“No, Madam,” I replied honestly.

Her voice dropped to a quiet whisper. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” the word burst out of me immediately, a strong truth.

Madam opened her arms slightly, inviting me. “Do you want to do it with me?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

Madam’s smile widened. “Then start.”

My shoulders slumped. My mind was empty. “I don’t know how to have sex,” I confessed, feeling helpless.

Madam stepped closer, her eyes shining with intensity. “I am your Madam. So today, I’ll teach you how to have sex. Will you learn from me?”

“Yes, I want to learn how to have sex. Please teach me,” I pleaded, my voice thick with wanting.

Madam’s promise was filled with passion, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of my shoulder. “I will teach you in a way that you’ll be able to please every girl and every woman.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, every part of me focused on the start of the lesson.

Madam leaned in, her first instruction a soft command. “First, kiss me.”

Tentatively, I pressed my lips onto Madam’s. After a stiff five seconds, I broke the contact. Madam gently pushed me away, shaking her head with a look of playful disapproval.

Madam pulled me close, her detailed explanation a warm rush of air against my ear. “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.”

Following Madam’s exact instructions, I pressed my lips to hers again and began to suck—first the upper lip, then the lower. As soon as Madam parted her mouth, I carefully slipped my tongue inside and started to copy the motions she had described. My mind was only focused on doing the technique right. The sensation of our wet tongues meeting made my blood feel thick and warm in my veins. I could feel Madam pulling back on my tongue, then letting go, teaching me the rhythm. After about ten long minutes of deep kissing, we finally broke apart, both slightly out of breath.

Madam stepped back, her chest moving up and down slightly, her voice laced with genuine surprise. “You’ve learned quickly.”

I searched her face for reassurance, needing to know I had done well. “Did I do it right?”

Madam reached out, her fingers tapping my chin playfully. “Right? You did it very well.”

Her excitement surged, her next set of instructions tumbling out in a rush. “Now kiss my cheeks, suck them, kiss my whole face. After that, kiss and suck my ears too.”

I followed her every command perfectly. Low, involuntary sounds of pleasure began to escape Madam’s lips. My own body was heating up rapidly, the taste of her skin and the soft noises she made driving me on. After ten minutes, I stopped, my own breathing ragged.

Madam was breathing heavily, her hands pulling my head toward her throat. “Now kiss my neck,” she instructed.

I moved my mouth across the delicate skin of her throat and shoulder. It started as a soft kiss, pressing my lips to her warm skin. Then, I let my tongue come out, starting to lick. Her skin tasted faintly of perfume and sweat, a mix that made my senses feel sharp. I kept licking, moving my tongue up and down her throat. Madam was now breathing very fast, sharp little gasps coming from her mouth. As I licked deeper, the moisture mixed with my own saliva, and a thin, wet line of it started to drip slowly down her collarbone. Her whole body began to sway slightly, moving against me under my touch.

Madam’s voice dropped to a low, breathless moan, a desperate sound. She commanded, her words rushed. “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.”

Madam’s breasts were unbelievably soft, like cotton resting in my hands. I quickly became completely focused on playing with them. I pressed the left one, then the right one, following her exact plan. Madam would call out, her voice loud and urgent, “Press harder!” Her sounds of pleasure increased in intensity, becoming sharp cries.

When I started sucking her breast, her body began to completely lose itself in pleasure. I kept my hand on the other breast, kneading it hard as instructed. I could feel the nipple I was sucking harden in my mouth. Madam’s breathing became ragged and broken, like she couldn't get enough air.

After a moment, her body suddenly went stiff, her back arching off the bed. Her eyes snapped open, wide and staring at the ceiling. At the same instant, Madam's arms shot out and wrapped tightly around my shoulders, pulling my chest down hard against her. She held me in a powerful, close hug, burying her face into my neck as she cried out. This was not fear; this was huge pleasure.

I felt a sudden, cold wave of confusion. My body went tense against the force of her hug. My hands froze on her soft skin, gripping the sides of her breast.A cold sweat instantly slicked my palms, and I could hear the frantic flutter of my own heart in my ears. My breath hitched in my throat because I was trapped in her strong squeeze. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I kept playing with her breasts as she had commanded, letting her hold me.

After a long, breathless moment, Madam’s grip slowly loosened, and her body relaxed completely, sinking back onto the bed. She released a huge, shuddering sigh. Her eyes slowly closed, and she looked completely drained. After the entire sequence was complete, Madam stood up and slowly walked into the bathroom.

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## Update 22: The Cunnilingus Lesson and Madam's Triple Climax (Avi and Madam)

When Madam returned from the bathroom, her skin had a visible, profound glow. A look of deep satisfaction settled over her face.

Madam leaned in, her voice husky with praise. “Avi, you really are a fast learner. My husband has never sucked my breasts like that.”

“Well, I’m just doing as you’re telling me,” I admitted, a warm wave of pride replacing all my earlier shyness.

Madam lay back down on the bed, her instruction inviting. “Now you can play with my belly button. Put your finger in it. Kiss it. Put your tongue in it. Move your tongue back and forth in it.”

I started the new lesson. I moved my finger to Madam's belly. I used just one finger to slowly trace the small dip of her belly button. I felt the smooth, warm skin of her stomach. Madam's eyes closed slowly. Her lips moved slightly, and a soft breath escaped her.

Then I brought my face closer. I placed a light, very careful kiss right into the small dent. I waited a moment, watching her face. The skin near her mouth twitched. I slowly moved my tongue out. I began to lick the spot gently, like someone enjoying a sweet. I moved my tongue in slow, quiet circles. A quiet smile appeared on Madam's face. She pushed her head back against the pillow.

Feeling braver, I pushed my tongue a little deeper inside the belly button. I began the motion she taught me: moving it back and forth in a steady rhythm. Madam gasped sharply, making a sudden sound of pleasure. Her hands, which were open on the bed, quickly curled into tight fists. The smile on her face grew wider and more relaxed, showing she was enjoying this part very much.

“Avi, now stop,” Madam said after a moment, her voice firm.

I stopped immediately, waiting for the next, more serious instruction.

Madam propped herself up, her voice serious and intensely focused. “Now I am going to teach you the real work. Listen carefully. Play with my chooť with your finger just like you did with my nipples. Then play with my clitoris.” She used her own hand to point to the tiny, sensitive nub.

“Then slowly put your finger deep inside my chooť. 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 with the weight of her knowledge. “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 chooť lightly. Hold the clitoris with your lips and play with it. Then clean my chooť with your tongue. Then, just as you moved your tongue back and forth in the belly button, do the same in the chooť. Do it until my liquid comes out. And drink all that liquid. Women like this.”

She completed her intense, methodical detail with a final piece of advice. “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 chooť 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.”

Following Madam’s detailed plan, I started the new part of the lesson. I was completely focused and excited. This was the first time I had seen a chooť so close, and it felt huge. It was wet, warm, and smelled strongly of woman. My hands felt clumsy, and my whole body was tense with shock.

I moved my hand carefully, reaching out with my finger first, just as she had commanded. I watched closely. The folds of her chooť were dark and already looked slick with moisture. I put my fingertip onto the spot Madam had called the clitoris, touching the tiny, sensitive nub. It was hot, much hotter than the rest of her skin. I started to rub it softly, then moved my finger lower to feel the slick wetness. My mind was trying to take in all the details—the heat, the folds, the smell, the wetness. I put one finger inside her chooť and moved it a little. Madam let out a quick, sharp breath, and her back arched slightly. I followed her rule, moving my finger back and forth inside the wet passage.

After doing the finger work for a while, I pulled my hand away. The smell on my fingers was strong and musky. Now it was time for the next step.

I brought my head lower, getting ready for the oral part of the lesson. I saw the smooth skin, the tight folds, and the small, hidden clitoris Madam had shown me. I leaned in, breathing in close. I caught the first strong smell of her body—it was wet, warm, and something deeply female, making my heart race.

I began to suck the chooť gently, my tongue reaching out slowly. I touched the folds, tasting the first salty-sweetness of her body. Madam's fingers twitched beside her head, but she did not move. I kept the taste in my mouth, exploring the new, strange sensation. Then, my tongue came out fully, starting to lick up and down the length of her. I moved my tongue in a steady rhythm. Madam let out a low, shaky sound, and a look of pure need spread across her face. I quickly made my speed faster. I was sucking hard and without fear.

The moment I increased my speed, Madam gasped loudly. Her face squeezed tight in pleasure. She immediately grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands. She started pushing my head hard onto her chooť, forcing my face deeper.

Her grip on the back of my head was fierce, a strong command to stay exactly where I was. Madam's body suddenly arched upwards from the bed, and she let out a loud, long cry that muffled the sounds in the room. Her legs stretched out, and her muscles went totally stiff. I felt her chooť pulse and clench hard around my mouth as the warmth and wetness erupted. For a few seconds, she held that tight grip, shaking lightly beneath me.

This strong feeling meant Madam was releasing her liquid for the second time. My back muscles went tight as her hands pressed my head down. The strong smell of her body and the salty taste of the liquid filled my mouth; it was a huge, physical feeling. I could not breathe right, and a sharp focus made everything else disappear.

Even after the sudden shaking stopped, Madam's fingers stayed hooked tight in my hair. I felt her body settle back onto the bed for only a moment, taking a deep, ragged breath. I did not stop sucking her chooť. I stayed focused, licking the chooť hard, just as she had commanded me to do. I quickly picked up the rhythm again, concentrating all my energy on the small, sensitive nub. I worked fast, determined to bring her back to that high feeling.

Madam did not have to wait long. She let out a sharp, powerful sound that was both a cry and a gasp. Her body immediately arched up again, pulling my face even harder against her. This was the third powerful, shaking wave of pleasure for her. I felt the muscles in my own face strain with the constant, fast movement. My body was completely tired now, and my jaw hurt badly from the strong sucking.

The moment I finally moved my face away, Madam quickly pulled me into a tight, damp hug.

“Today you showed me heaven,” she sighed deeply, a satisfied sound leaving her lips.

“Madam, can I have some water?” I asked, my voice dry and my body fully exhausted.

Madam laughed, teasing me lightly. “I just released my liquid three times! You still want water?”

I was still confused by her joke about sex. “Madam, I'm tired. I want some water to drink,” I explained simply.

“Oh, you’re talking about that water. I thought…” she started, and then laughed harder, full of joy.

I did not understand her joke, but I gave a weak smile. Then Madam reached over and handed me a glass of cold juice.


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## Update 23: Madam Instructs the Full Penetration Sequence (Avi and Madam)

Madam settled onto the bed, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register. Her eyes, wide with anticipation, never left mine. “Come on, now read the final chapter.”

“You mean sex?” I whispered, the word sounding enormous and forbidden. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a frantic bird.

Madam tilted her head, a playful threat in her tone. “Yes, sex. But don't get so excited, or I won't teach you the last chapter.”

I took a fast step closer, my hand reaching for hers. “No, Madam, please don't do that. This will be my first time, and I want to learn everything from you,” I pleaded.

“Okay. So listen, I want your lunď in my chooť quickly. That’s why I won't take your lunď in my mouth. You first rub your lunď on my chooť to coat it with wetness and get the positioning right, and then put your lunď inside. First, put the red part of the lunď 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 lunď is inside my chooť. Now listen carefully, my husband's lunď is six inches long, and yours is bigger than that. You have to be mindful of my body.”

She continued, giving me my careful 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.”

She added the post-penetration instructions. “As soon as I calm down and the initial pain passes, take the lunď out a little and then put it in again. Keep doing this for a while, establishing a rhythm. Then take half the lunď 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 lunď, slick from the earlier oil and intense arousal, and began rubbing the head of it against Madam’s wet, warm chooť, following her instructions perfectly. The friction sent a dizzying heat straight through me. After rubbing for a short, agonizing moment of tension, I put my lunď directly on her opening and gave a determined, careful thrust. The red, sensitive tip of my lunď slid inside Madam’s body.

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

I started kissing Madam deeply to give her a distraction. At the same time, I began to press and squeeze her breasts, following her rule. Then, bracing myself against her shoulders, I gave the final deep thrust, and about six inches of my lunď 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. The strange, disturbing comparison—*just like a chicken twitches after its neck is cut*—flashed through my mind, making the reality of her pain stark and immediate. Madam was in intense pain for a few terrifying seconds. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would break. My entire body seized up, unsure whether to retreat or push further. A hot, sickening knot formed in my stomach, overriding the pleasure.

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 lunď went completely inside Madam’s chooť.

Madam momentarily began asking me to take it out, whimpering under the intense pressure, but I remembered the instruction perfectly. I blocked her pleas by burying my mouth on her breast and sucking her breast hard, a focused act of counter-stimulation. After about five intense minutes of this, Madam went back to normal, her whimpers changing to short gasps as she embraced me and urged me with her hips to start moving.

Then, I started thrusting. My first time lasted for about fifteen long 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 chooť earlier was enough to keep me fully erect. Even so, I kept having sex with her for the entire duration. In between, Madam had released her liquid twice, shuddering beneath me with sharp 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 in the heavy, scented air. 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.

Madam spoke, her voice deep with spent satisfaction. “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.”

I felt a powerful, heady mixture of gratitude and triumph flood my chest. “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.

Madam looked at me, her tone turning suddenly serious. “Don’t tell anyone about this. Understand? This is our secret.” She then winked conspiratorially. “And one chapter of your sex is still left, which I’ll tell you about tomorrow.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” I readily agreed. My eyes darted to the window. “By the way, what’s the time, Madam?” A sudden wave of reality hit me.

Madam checked her watch. “It’s 6:00 p.m.”

“What? I’ll get scolded again today,” I cried out, a sense of pure panic washing over me, realizing how late I was.

Madam nodded toward the door. “Don’t tell your Aunt about this.”

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

“Bye,” Madam said, waving languidly from the sofa.

“Bye,” I replied, running out the door, the exhilaration of my first time overriding the fear of my Chachi’s questions.

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## Update 24: The Evasion and the Chachis’ Concern (Avi, Suman Chachi, and Meena Chachi)

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: Madam Validates the Painful Final Chapter (Avi and Madam/Meena Chachi)

The next day, at college, 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 promised final lesson Madam was going to teach me today.

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

I started walking quickly towards Madam's house.

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

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

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

“No, it's not that,” I insisted, rubbing my hand against my thigh.

She teased, pressing, a slight smile curving her lips. “Then what is it? Did you miss me?”

I confessed, the real source of my worry bubbling out. “Yesterday, my chachi asked me why I was so late getting home.”

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

“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, shrugging. I felt a pang of guilt, not for the lie, but for potentially creating trouble for her.

I mumbled, looking down at my feet. “Sorry, Madam.”

She dismissed the apology with a wave of her hand and a mischievous smile. “Oh, why are you saying sorry? I had so much fun.” The smile clearly reminded me that the risk had been worth the reward.

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

She explained with a slight shrug. “It's normal for it to bleed the first time when a woman takes a lund that large, especially the first time in a while. What's new in that?”

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

She gave me a pleased smile, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, you're a smart one. 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 lund, 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.

She shook her head dramatically, her eyes half-closed. “You took my life out of me. 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 final chapter. 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. My cheeks felt hot. “Your happiness is my happiness,” I said, meaning the statement completely, the pleasure of her satisfaction echoing my own.



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## Update 26: Meena Chachi's Surprise Visit and the Perfect Alibi (Avi and Madam/Meena Chachi)

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 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 Chachi," 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: Meena and Mangla Discuss the Cover-Story Maharaj (Meena Chachi and Mangla)


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 aunt 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 Last Chapter: The Forbidden Question (Avi and Madam)


The day after Meena Chachi's visit, my mind was still racing from the close call, and I felt desperate for the next lesson. I didn't see Mona or her sex drama today, which was a minor disappointment, but my excitement for Madam was much stronger. I knew Meena Chachi was also busy trying to find a man in the village.

On Tuesday, the moment I arrived, Madam didn't waste time on coffee. She just smiled—a wide, knowing smile that promised roughness—and locked the door. She wore a deep red nightgown that caught the afternoon light, and her walk showed me exactly where the lesson was heading.

She came to me and put a hand on my chest, her fingers warm through my shirt. Her eyes dropped to my straining pants. “The lesson today is about getting better at the hardest chapter, Avi,” she murmured, her voice thick. “The one you started on Saturday.”

I nodded fast, my throat too tight to speak. I felt worried, remembering my pain and her bleeding, but the memory of that deep, strong pleasure was a much bigger draw.

Madam led me to the bed, and we both stripped down, pulling the sheets back. She went to a cabinet and got a small bottle of oil. She came back and had me lie on my back in the missionary position, her eyes giving the command.

“For this chapter, we must start softly,” she instructed, her hands already working. “The ganď is tight and unforgiving. You must learn to go slow first, and only then, go rough.”

She took the oil and began to cover my lunď, smoothing the warm, thick fluid across the head and shaft. The feeling was electric, her hands focused and expert. While she worked, a knot of confusion tightened in my chest. I had to ask the question.

I swallowed hard, pulling my eyes up to meet hers. “Madam... why here? When the chooť is already there for us, why do we need to put it in the ganď? Why does it hurt so much if it's supposed to be better?”

Madam's hands paused, her gaze serious. She ran a thumb gently over the head of my lunď. “That’s a good question, Avi. The chooť is soft, a place for children. But the ganď...” she paused, letting out a slow, heavy breath, her eyes distant with a deep, private memory. “The ganď is the forbidden pleasure. It is so tight because a lunď never uses it. It clamps around you completely. It takes all of you in and doesn't let go.”

She continued, her voice dropping to a low, intense tone. “When a large, strong lunď like yours pushes in, it is intense pain at first, yes. But that pain is the price of the depth. It forces me to lose control before I gain the deepest pleasure. It stretches me, Avi, and when it’s fully inside, the tightness gives a woman a pleasure that is complete. It makes me feel completely filled, completely dominated by your strength. It is the place for true, rough sex, and that is why I love it.” She finished with a fierce, possessive grip on my lund.

She then fully reclined, positioning her body beneath mine, her legs spread and bent at the knee, taking the missionary position entirely. She began to generously lubricate her own ganď, using her fingers to work the thick oil deep into the tight opening, preparing her body for the difficult stretch. I saw her jaw tighten, a visible wince across her face as she prepared her body.

She lifted her hips slightly, a silent command for me to adjust. She reached down, took my lunď firmly in her hand, and guided it to her entrance. She aligned me, then began to press down, instructing my entry inch by inch. I pushed tentatively, remembering the sharp resistance from Saturday.

“Stop,” she hissed, gripping my hips to check my speed. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a single tear tracked a slow line down her temple, quickly wiped away with the heel of her hand before I could see it clearly. “You’re too fast. You must breathe, Avi. You must slide in, not force through.”

I paused, fighting the urge to thrust. The friction was already making me tremble. I tried again, slower. I felt the initial, burning resistance, but this time, it was a slow, stretching pressure. I pushed a bit deeper.

Suddenly, she cried out, her back arching against the bed, her hands flying to the pillow to muffle the sound. “Aah! It’s still too fast! Get out!” Her body went rigid against the sheets, every muscle tense with shock. Her breath came in ragged, painful gasps. I could see sweat break out across her forehead.

I immediately pulled out, the head of my lunď throbbing painfully. I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. A hot wave of shame washed over my neck and face. My pulse pounded heavy and thick in my ears. The pain in my own penis felt like a sharp ache.

She gasped for air, forcing a shaky, encouraging smile. “It’s alright. It’s a difficult chapter. We must train you. You want rough sex? Then you must learn control first.”

She kept my lunď pressed against her entrance but held my hips firm. She began to grind back and forth, using the strong muscles of her ganď to contract and relax against my pulsing head, teaching me to wait through the tension.

“Hold back! Wait for me to open,” she panted, her voice tight. Her eyes remained locked on mine, a silent plea for gentleness mixed with a strong command to hold my nerve. “You must learn to wait for the pain to pass before the pleasure can begin.”

After several long minutes of intense, friction-filled training, her breathing finally became shallow and ragged. She relaxed her hips, pressing her weight down slightly. She pressed her cheek to mine and whispered into my ear, her breath hot. “Now. Slow. Use the oil. Find the sweet spot.”

I pressed forward again. The stretched muscles accepted the slow, determined push. I felt the familiar, shocking depth of the ganď, a profound tightness that clamped around my lunď with massive pressure. This time, there was no sharp tear, only the slow, overwhelming feeling of friction and fullness.

I began to move. The ganď was different from the chooť—it was a tight, hot tunnel that erased all feeling except the pure, concentrated force of penetration. The friction was immediate and total.

My breath caught; this wasn't just fun, it was addictive. The deep, complete insertion gave a massive, sustained sensation that the wider chooť simply couldn't match. Each thrust felt like a powerful blow of pleasure that centered in my groin and exploded through my entire body. I instantly understood why this was the final, most prized chapter.

I moved faster, completely forgetting my earlier mistake, pushed only by the strong, tight heat. I thrust harder, giving Madam the rough power she wanted. She met my force with her own hips, groaning loudly into the empty room. I watched her face twist, the first pain turning into pure, wild pleasure as my body gave her the deep, demanding pressure she needed.

The huge pressure of the ganď made me reach my climax much faster than before. The feeling was blinding, a rush that blurred my vision. My whole body locked up, and a big, powerful burst of cum shot deep inside her ganď.

I collapsed onto her, panting, the oil slick against my skin. The tightness of her ganď was already trying to contract around my deflating lunď.

She stroked my hair, her voice weak with satisfaction, yet colored with a deep, lasting exhaustion. “See? You didn't give up. The ganď is the best pleasure, Avi. It makes you a man. And now... you are addicted.”

I knew she was right. The deep, agonizing pressure, the sheer force of the pleasure—I wanted it again, immediately. My body, exhausted but newly awake, understood that for me, maximum pleasure existed only in the forbidden, challenging embrace of the ganď.

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## Update 28 A: The Dual Penetration Finale and Madam's Secret Letter (Avi and Madam)

Then, over the next few days—on  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 chooť, and her head positioned over my hard lunď. The moment her wet mouth enclosed me, the atmosphere thickened with pure need. Madam started sucking my lunď 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 lunď 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 chooť, 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 chooť. 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 chooť was facing me, wet and waiting.

I didn't hesitate. I drove my entire lunď into her chooť 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 chooť 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 lunď out, slick and dripping. I quickly adjusted her body, moving behind her and guiding my lunď toward her ganď. I had to give her the best pleasure possible, and that meant using everything. My powerful lunď went into her ganď, 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 ganď for a few minutes with strong, deep thrusts, driving her forward onto her hands. Then, I would pull out and immediately shove my lunď into her chooť, changing the angle and the sensation for both of us. This switching—chooť, then ganď, then chooť again—was driving both of us mad. Madam was gasping, yelling muffled commands into her hands, completely lost in the frantic rhythm. My lunď 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 lunď out of her ganď and jammed it back into her chooť, burying myself as deep as possible. With one final, shuddering release, I poured all my semen into Madam's chooť, 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.

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## Update 29: Madam's Void and the Mona Observation Strategy (Avi and Meena Chachi/Mona and Mala)


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.

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## Update 30: Avi Risks His Safety to Confess Storehouse Plot (Avi and Mala)


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.


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## Update 31: The Storehouse Revelation and Mala's Regretful Trust (Avi and Mala/Mona's Brother)

I spent the rest of the schoool day and the early afternoon wrestling with doubt. I was worried if what I was doing was right or if I would end up getting into serious trouble with Mona's aggressive brother. After coming home from schoool, I couldn't shake the anxiety about what would happen if things didn't go exactly as I had told Mala they would—if the three of them just met and left, making me look like a malicious liar. I was so scared of the fallout.

I prayed that everything would be okay. After sleeping for a little while to calm my nerves, I went to the ground at 4 p.m., an hour before we were supposed to meet. I was walking around the edge of the ground when I felt an overwhelming urge to go and check the storehouse one last time. I went inside the storehouse through the familiar window. I looked around carefully, making sure everything was exactly as I remembered. I knew the general area where Mona had sex. A little farther from that main spot, behind a pile of old sacks and boxes, I quickly made a secure, hidden spot for Mala and me. The spot was strategically placed so that Mona and the boys couldn't see us, but we could clearly hear them talking.

Then I went back to the ground to wait. At 4:50 p.m., Mala came, looking nervous and glancing around constantly. As soon as she reached me, she whispered that Mona was also on her way. I grabbed Mala's arm and quickly took her with me to the storehouse window. Mala and I silently slipped inside and hid in our carefully chosen spot. After about ten tense minutes, the three of them came inside. First, Mona came, then her brother. Mona sat down in the usual place, but her brother stood near the window, peering out. Maybe he was checking if anyone had seen them come in, especially because they had come an hour early today. After a short while, Mona's boyfriend also came. It was 5:30 p.m. now.

The three of them just sat there, talking in low voices about mundane things. I couldn't understand why they weren't starting their plans. Mala was also growing worried, glancing at me with a look of, "See? I told you." Now it was 6 p.m., the time Mona had told Mala to arrive, but they were still just sitting. I started to think I was wrong, and Mala kept asking me again and again with worried glances. I saw that Mona was continually looking towards the window, clearly waiting for Mala's arrival. Now it was 6:30 p.m. Mona must have finally assumed that Mala wouldn't come today either. That's when they finally started talking about their plan.

"I don't think Mala will come today," Mona said with a sigh.

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

"I also think the plan failed today," her boyfriend said dismissively.

"I don't think she'll ever come here," Mona concluded, sounding annoyed.

"Didn't you convince Mala well enough? Then why didn't she come?" Mona's brother asked, sounding frustrated.

"I think she got scared," her boyfriend offered.

"Yes, she didn't come yesterday either," Mona complained, her voice rising in anger. "Forget about her. I don't think you'll ever get her now. You also stopped having sex with me because you were so focused on Mala," Mona accused her brother.

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

"Come on, let's start our work. But it would've been so much fun to have sex with Mala," her boyfriend said, a lascivious tone in his voice.

"You shut up. Understand?" Mona shouted at her boyfriend.

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

I thought, I'm safe now. And Mala is safe. But I was still puzzled as to why they were just sitting there for so long. How would they have trapped Mala and had sex with her? Whatever, at least Mala knows everything now. Not everything, but she knows enough to understand their intentions. I whispered to her, my voice barely a breath, "See, Mala? I was right, wasn't I?"

"I'm sorry, Avi. I should have trusted you sooner," Mala whispered back, her voice full of regret and gratitude.

I whispered back, "Now be quiet and watch what you came to see," teasing her gently.

My words made Mala's face turn instantly red with a mixture of embarrassment and rising excitement.

Their conversation was quickly replaced by action. "Just have sex with my vagina like this. Bhai, have sex with my vagina imagining I'm Mala," Mona said, guiding her brother.

The moment Mona's brother conceded that Mala wasn't coming, the last vestiges of casual conversation vanished, replaced by a raw, aggressive urgency. The three of them rearranged themselves on the rough, dusty floor of the storehouse, the excitement of their missed opportunity fueling a more intense, darker session between themselves.

Mona straddled her brother, taking the dominant position. Her voice, now thick with lust and dark purpose, instructed him: "Yes, Mala isn't here now. Now I'll make your vagina a dump hole, imagining you're her," Mona's brother responded crudely, the raw language intended to intensify the experience by humiliating his sister. He grabbed her hips, driving into her with a violence that made the floor creak.

Simultaneously, Mona’s boyfriend positioned himself low by her head, his penis already hard. "Suck my penis, harder," he commanded Mona, gripping her head and forcing her mouth onto him.

Mona, trapped between the two men, obeyed, her moans a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Yes, harder!" she cried out, her voice loud, focused on satisfying them both.

Mona’s brother slammed into her, infuriated by her lack of control over her volume. "You whore, shut up, or the whole village will come running. Then you'll have to have sex with the whole village," he hissed at her, the threat both a warning and a perverse form of erotic domination.

For several minutes, the scene was one of frenzied, desperate movement. The brother finished first, collapsing heavily onto Mona. He quickly pulled out, slick with sweat. Without missing a beat, Mona’s boyfriend climbed over the brother’s spent body and forced Mona to turn onto her back.

The three bodies were quickly intertwined, shifting and rearranging with practiced speed. The brother and the boyfriend changed places and partners, each demanding a different action, exploring the depths of Mona's arousal. They continued this rough, focused session for about thirty minutes, pushing Mona to her limits. Finally, all three were finished, exhausted and sticky with semen and sweat.

The moment of ecstasy quickly passed. They collected themselves, their previous frenzy replaced by a cold, immediate practicality. They quickly put on their clothes, smoothing down their garments to hide any evidence. They left the storehouse one by one, glancing around furtively, then walked off quickly toward their respective homes, leaving the storehouse silent and empty, except for the two horrified observers still hidden in the shadows.

Mala and I were still hidden in the storehouse. My penis was throbbing hard. It had been three days since I had last had sex, and watching the act had fully aroused me. I wanted desperately to move my penis up and down. Madam had told me that if you can't find a vagina and your penis gets hard, just hold it in your hand and move it up and down—that would release your semen and provide relief. But I couldn't do it because Mala was there, only a foot away.

Mala was in the same aroused state as me. It was the first time she had seen sex in her life, and that too with a group. Mala's entire face was flushed red, and she was nervously fidgeting with her hands, her excitement evident. I felt that it wasn't right to stay here for a long time; we were too exposed, and I needed to calm my body down. I told Mala, "Let's go out now." Hearing my voice, Mala visibly shook and came back to her senses.

Mala was extremely shy, unable to meet my eyes. Then we came out of the storehouse. But Mala wasn't saying anything at all, processing everything she had seen. I had to calm my penis down quickly, so I told Mala that we should go home now. Mala just nodded her head to say yes. I went quickly to my house, and Mala went to hers, the unspoken tension hanging heavily between us.

After getting home, the intense arousal from witnessing Mona’s session had become unbearable. I went straight to the bathroom and, following Madam's specific advice, I started moving my penis up and down. Since it had been hard for almost an hour, my semen was released quickly, providing immediate relief.

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

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