Yesterday, 11:22 AM
## Update 20: The "Diagnosis"
I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze fixed on my erect penis. I shook her gently, and she finally jolted back to her senses.
"What happened, Madam?" I asked, my voice tight with renewed panic.
"Nothing... well... your... your penis... is it really... is this real?" she stammered, her voice breathless and ragged.
"I don't understand anything, Madam," I said, utterly confused by her reaction.
"It's nothing," she insisted, trying to regain her composure, but her eyes kept flicking back to me.
"But why were you standing like that? Please tell me, is there a problem?" I pressed, the fear of a disease clawing at me.
"Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you," she said, finally sounding like a teacher again.
"Yes, please check quickly," I urged, my heart pounding.
A hint of awe was now audible in her voice. "Avi, your penis is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big penis."
"Do I have some disease?" I asked, my voice trembling.
She thought: Looking at his penis, my vagina is all wet. I need to think of something. I have an idea that will get me sex and free him from a disease that he never had.
"Avi, I'll have to check to see if you have a disease or not," she said aloud.
"Yes, please check quickly," I repeated eagerly.
"Wait, I'll get some oil from inside," she said, turning toward the bedroom.
"Why oil?" I asked.
"To check if you have a disease or not," she replied, a practiced lie.
"Yes, please get it," I agreed.
She returned and squeezed the oil onto my shaft, then started rubbing it well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained paramount. She started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp pleasure. I was reminded of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.
She increased the speed of her hand, her expression intense. After about ten minutes of continuous movement, my penis stiffened further. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it did at the storehouse. The liquid erupted, and Madam caught it expertly in her hand.
"Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not," she said, holding her hand steady.
"But how will this tell you?" I asked, confused.
"I will taste it, and then I'll know," she said, her eyes fixed on my own.
"But this is dirty," I protested, recoiling.
"No, this is not dirty," she explained, calm and instructional. "This is what makes a baby."
"How?" I asked, still confused about the biology.
"When this liquid goes into a girl's vagina, a baby is born," she said.
"But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so," I argued.
"This liquid goes into the girl's vagina during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not," she said, silencing me.
Madam brought her hand to her mouth and tasted the liquid with her tongue. I watched, horrified and fascinated. After a few seconds, a wave of profound relief washed over me as I saw a distinct happiness spread across her face.
"What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?" I asked desperately.
She thought: I have to have sex with Avi now.
"Yes, everything is fine," she said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.
"I don't have any disease?" I asked, the relief making me giddy.
She thought: Boys in the village use words like penis, vagina, and sex from a young age, but they don't have complete knowledge.
"There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease," she confirmed.
"Then why is my penis so big?" I asked, now merely curious.
"You should thank God that you have such a good penis. Very few people have one this big. Understand?" she said, complimenting me lavishly.
"Thank you, Madam. You've lifted such a huge burden off my mind," I said, genuinely grateful.
I was still standing there, naked, exposed.
"The liquid that came out is called semen," she clarified.
"Okay," I said.
"Listen, Avi, don't tell anyone about what happened today," she said, looking serious, establishing the rule of secrecy.
"I won't tell anyone," I promised.
She thought: How do I ask Avi for sex? I have to think of something.
"Avi, just like I saw your penis today, have you ever seen a girl's vagina?" she asked, her voice deliberately probing.
"No, Madam," I lied, immediately thinking of the Principal and Mona.
"Would you like to see one?" she asked.
"Yes, I would like to see one," I said, my curiosity overriding my shyness.
"Do you want to see mine?" she asked, her voice a little softer, more intimate.
"Yours?" I asked, surprised by the directness.
"Yes, what would you like to see?" she asked, rising slowly from the sofa.
"If you show me, I'll definitely look," I said, a wave of excitement making my breath shallow.
"Then come to my bedroom," she said, her eyes fixed on me, the command signaling the final shift in our relationship.
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I called out to Madam, but she remained frozen, her gaze fixed on my erect penis. I shook her gently, and she finally jolted back to her senses.
"What happened, Madam?" I asked, my voice tight with renewed panic.
"Nothing... well... your... your penis... is it really... is this real?" she stammered, her voice breathless and ragged.
"I don't understand anything, Madam," I said, utterly confused by her reaction.
"It's nothing," she insisted, trying to regain her composure, but her eyes kept flicking back to me.
"But why were you standing like that? Please tell me, is there a problem?" I pressed, the fear of a disease clawing at me.
"Wait, let me check it first, then I'll tell you," she said, finally sounding like a teacher again.
"Yes, please check quickly," I urged, my heart pounding.
A hint of awe was now audible in her voice. "Avi, your penis is really long. In my life, I have never seen such a big penis."
"Do I have some disease?" I asked, my voice trembling.
She thought: Looking at his penis, my vagina is all wet. I need to think of something. I have an idea that will get me sex and free him from a disease that he never had.
"Avi, I'll have to check to see if you have a disease or not," she said aloud.
"Yes, please check quickly," I repeated eagerly.
"Wait, I'll get some oil from inside," she said, turning toward the bedroom.
"Why oil?" I asked.
"To check if you have a disease or not," she replied, a practiced lie.
"Yes, please get it," I agreed.
She returned and squeezed the oil onto my shaft, then started rubbing it well. I was enjoying the strange, intimate sensation, but the fear of a potential disease remained paramount. She started moving her hand faster, the smooth, warm friction causing a sharp pleasure. I was reminded of my first time masturbating in the storehouse.
She increased the speed of her hand, her expression intense. After about ten minutes of continuous movement, my penis stiffened further. I knew the white liquid would come out again, just like it did at the storehouse. The liquid erupted, and Madam caught it expertly in her hand.
"Look at this, Avi. This will tell me if you have a disease or not," she said, holding her hand steady.
"But how will this tell you?" I asked, confused.
"I will taste it, and then I'll know," she said, her eyes fixed on my own.
"But this is dirty," I protested, recoiling.
"No, this is not dirty," she explained, calm and instructional. "This is what makes a baby."
"How?" I asked, still confused about the biology.
"When this liquid goes into a girl's vagina, a baby is born," she said.
"But a baby is born after sex. My friends say so," I argued.
"This liquid goes into the girl's vagina during sex. Wait, let me check first to see if you have a disease or not," she said, silencing me.
Madam brought her hand to her mouth and tasted the liquid with her tongue. I watched, horrified and fascinated. After a few seconds, a wave of profound relief washed over me as I saw a distinct happiness spread across her face.
"What happened, Madam? Is everything okay?" I asked desperately.
She thought: I have to have sex with Avi now.
"Yes, everything is fine," she said aloud, her voice ringing with satisfaction.
"I don't have any disease?" I asked, the relief making me giddy.
She thought: Boys in the village use words like penis, vagina, and sex from a young age, but they don't have complete knowledge.
"There is nothing to be scared of. You don't have any disease," she confirmed.
"Then why is my penis so big?" I asked, now merely curious.
"You should thank God that you have such a good penis. Very few people have one this big. Understand?" she said, complimenting me lavishly.
"Thank you, Madam. You've lifted such a huge burden off my mind," I said, genuinely grateful.
I was still standing there, naked, exposed.
"The liquid that came out is called semen," she clarified.
"Okay," I said.
"Listen, Avi, don't tell anyone about what happened today," she said, looking serious, establishing the rule of secrecy.
"I won't tell anyone," I promised.
She thought: How do I ask Avi for sex? I have to think of something.
"Avi, just like I saw your penis today, have you ever seen a girl's vagina?" she asked, her voice deliberately probing.
"No, Madam," I lied, immediately thinking of the Principal and Mona.
"Would you like to see one?" she asked.
"Yes, I would like to see one," I said, my curiosity overriding my shyness.
"Do you want to see mine?" she asked, her voice a little softer, more intimate.
"Yours?" I asked, surprised by the directness.
"Yes, what would you like to see?" she asked, rising slowly from the sofa.
"If you show me, I'll definitely look," I said, a wave of excitement making my breath shallow.
"Then come to my bedroom," she said, her eyes fixed on me, the command signaling the final shift in our relationship.
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