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## Update 23: The Final Lesson
"Come on, now read the final chapter," Madam said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register. Her eyes, filled with anticipation, never left mine.
"You mean sex?" I asked, the word sounding enormous and forbidden, my heart slamming against my ribs like a frantic bird.
"Yes, sex. But don't get so excited, or I won't teach you the last chapter," she warned, a playful threat in her tone.
"No, Madam, please don't do that," I pleaded, stepping closer. "This will be my first time, and I want to learn everything from you."
"Okay. So listen, I want your lund in my choot quickly. That's why I won't take your lund in my mouth. You first rub your lund on my choot to coat it with wetness and get the positioning right, and then put your lund inside. First, put the red part of the lund inside. Then with one smooth thrust, put it in about two inches. Then stop for a while and play with my breasts. This pause is important to manage the initial tightness and pain. Then give another thrust so that more than half of your lund is inside my choot. Now listen carefully, my husband's lund is six inches long, and yours is bigger than that. You have to be mindful of my body."
She continued, giving me my marching orders. "So you start kissing me and keep pressing my breasts with your hands. If I get a little normal, put the whole thing in with one powerful, steady thrust. It will hurt me a little—it's been a long time since I felt a full length like yours. So you have to keep pressing my breasts, hard. That will give me a distraction and help me focus on the pleasure. Even if tears come to my eyes, keep pressing my breasts. Do not stop."
"As soon as I calm down and the initial pain passes, take the lund out a little and then put it in again. Keep doing this for a while, establishing a rhythm. Then take half the lund out and then put it back in—this change in depth is key. When I say to thrust hard or if I start moving my hips to meet you, that's your cue to increase your speed and power. Sometimes take it out completely and then put it back in, and sometimes increase the speed. And yes, do the same with a virgin girl. Be gentle at first. And you put your liquid inside me—I want your full release. If you do it with a virgin girl, also put your liquid inside her, but later, you must quickly give her a pregnancy pill from a shop."
I took hold of my throbbing lund, slick from the earlier oil and arousal, and began rubbing the head of it against Madam's wet, warm choot, following her instructions perfectly. After rubbing for a short, agonizing moment, I put my lund directly on her opening and gave a determined, careful thrust. The red, sensitive tip of my lund went inside Madam's body.
A small, sharp shriek of surprise and pain came out of Madam's mouth. I immediately paused, but then gave the next planned thrust, and about four inches of my lund slipped in. Madam had her lips pressed together with her teeth, controlling a louder sound.
I started kissing Madam deeply to distract her. At the same time, I began to press and squeeze her breasts. Then, bracing myself, I gave the final deep thrust, and about six inches of my lund was fully inside. Madam's shriek was muffled entirely by my desperate, intense kiss.
Madam started twitching violently, her body going rigid and arching beneath me. Just like a chicken twitches after its neck is cut, the strange, disturbing comparison flashed through my mind, making the reality of her pain stark. Madam was in intense pain for a few seconds, but as soon as her body relaxed and she went back to normal, I seized the moment and gave a final, firm push. The full, maximum length of my lund went completely inside Madam's choot.
Madam was momentarily asking me to take it out, whimpering under the intense pressure, but I remembered the instruction. I blocked her pleas by burying my mouth on her breast and sucking her breast hard. After about five minutes of this focused counter-stimulation, Madam went back to normal, embracing me and urging me to move.
Then, I started thrusting. My first time lasted for about fifteen minutes. This was longer than expected, perhaps because the initial release of semen had already happened earlier, allowing me to maintain my hardness and focus. The powerful pleasure from sucking Madam's choot was enough to keep me fully erect. Even then, I kept having sex with her for the duration. In between, Madam had released her liquid twice, shuddering beneath me with gasps of pleasure.
We were both completely breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. After a while, our frantic movements subsided, and we lay together, still joined, recovering our breath. Madam went to the bathroom first. Then, after a while, I also went to the bathroom and came back. While I was in the bathroom, Madam, returning to her role as hostess, made coffee for us.
We sat together, sipping the coffee, the smell of which now mingled with the fresh, powerful scent of sex.
"Today, for the first time in my life, I had so much fun during sex that I don't have words to describe it. Thank you, Avi," she said, her voice deep with spent satisfaction.
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. Because of you, I was able to have sex today. Thank you, Madam," I said, a powerful, heady mixture of gratitude and triumph flooding my chest.
"Don't tell anyone about this. Understand? This is our secret," she cautioned, her tone suddenly serious. "And one chapter of your sex is still left, which I'll tell you about tomorrow," she said, winking conspiratorially at me, promising future intimacy.
"I won't tell anyone," I readily agreed. "By the way, what's the time, Madam?" I asked, a sudden wave of reality hitting me.
"It's 6:00 p.m.," she said.
"What? I'll get scolded again today," I said, a sense of panic washing over me, realizing how late I was.
"Don't tell your aunt about this," she said, nodding toward the door.
"I won't tell her. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come tomorrow," I said, scrambling to get my clothes on.
"Bye," she said, waving languidly from the sofa.
"Bye," I replied, running out the door, the exhilaration of my initiation overriding the fear of my Chachi's questions.
"Come on, now read the final chapter," Madam said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register. Her eyes, filled with anticipation, never left mine.
"You mean sex?" I asked, the word sounding enormous and forbidden, my heart slamming against my ribs like a frantic bird.
"Yes, sex. But don't get so excited, or I won't teach you the last chapter," she warned, a playful threat in her tone.
"No, Madam, please don't do that," I pleaded, stepping closer. "This will be my first time, and I want to learn everything from you."
"Okay. So listen, I want your lund in my choot quickly. That's why I won't take your lund in my mouth. You first rub your lund on my choot to coat it with wetness and get the positioning right, and then put your lund inside. First, put the red part of the lund inside. Then with one smooth thrust, put it in about two inches. Then stop for a while and play with my breasts. This pause is important to manage the initial tightness and pain. Then give another thrust so that more than half of your lund is inside my choot. Now listen carefully, my husband's lund is six inches long, and yours is bigger than that. You have to be mindful of my body."
She continued, giving me my marching orders. "So you start kissing me and keep pressing my breasts with your hands. If I get a little normal, put the whole thing in with one powerful, steady thrust. It will hurt me a little—it's been a long time since I felt a full length like yours. So you have to keep pressing my breasts, hard. That will give me a distraction and help me focus on the pleasure. Even if tears come to my eyes, keep pressing my breasts. Do not stop."
"As soon as I calm down and the initial pain passes, take the lund out a little and then put it in again. Keep doing this for a while, establishing a rhythm. Then take half the lund out and then put it back in—this change in depth is key. When I say to thrust hard or if I start moving my hips to meet you, that's your cue to increase your speed and power. Sometimes take it out completely and then put it back in, and sometimes increase the speed. And yes, do the same with a virgin girl. Be gentle at first. And you put your liquid inside me—I want your full release. If you do it with a virgin girl, also put your liquid inside her, but later, you must quickly give her a pregnancy pill from a shop."
I took hold of my throbbing lund, slick from the earlier oil and arousal, and began rubbing the head of it against Madam's wet, warm choot, following her instructions perfectly. After rubbing for a short, agonizing moment, I put my lund directly on her opening and gave a determined, careful thrust. The red, sensitive tip of my lund went inside Madam's body.
A small, sharp shriek of surprise and pain came out of Madam's mouth. I immediately paused, but then gave the next planned thrust, and about four inches of my lund slipped in. Madam had her lips pressed together with her teeth, controlling a louder sound.
I started kissing Madam deeply to distract her. At the same time, I began to press and squeeze her breasts. Then, bracing myself, I gave the final deep thrust, and about six inches of my lund was fully inside. Madam's shriek was muffled entirely by my desperate, intense kiss.
Madam started twitching violently, her body going rigid and arching beneath me. Just like a chicken twitches after its neck is cut, the strange, disturbing comparison flashed through my mind, making the reality of her pain stark. Madam was in intense pain for a few seconds, but as soon as her body relaxed and she went back to normal, I seized the moment and gave a final, firm push. The full, maximum length of my lund went completely inside Madam's choot.
Madam was momentarily asking me to take it out, whimpering under the intense pressure, but I remembered the instruction. I blocked her pleas by burying my mouth on her breast and sucking her breast hard. After about five minutes of this focused counter-stimulation, Madam went back to normal, embracing me and urging me to move.
Then, I started thrusting. My first time lasted for about fifteen minutes. This was longer than expected, perhaps because the initial release of semen had already happened earlier, allowing me to maintain my hardness and focus. The powerful pleasure from sucking Madam's choot was enough to keep me fully erect. Even then, I kept having sex with her for the duration. In between, Madam had released her liquid twice, shuddering beneath me with gasps of pleasure.
We were both completely breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. After a while, our frantic movements subsided, and we lay together, still joined, recovering our breath. Madam went to the bathroom first. Then, after a while, I also went to the bathroom and came back. While I was in the bathroom, Madam, returning to her role as hostess, made coffee for us.
We sat together, sipping the coffee, the smell of which now mingled with the fresh, powerful scent of sex.
"Today, for the first time in my life, I had so much fun during sex that I don't have words to describe it. Thank you, Avi," she said, her voice deep with spent satisfaction.
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. Because of you, I was able to have sex today. Thank you, Madam," I said, a powerful, heady mixture of gratitude and triumph flooding my chest.
"Don't tell anyone about this. Understand? This is our secret," she cautioned, her tone suddenly serious. "And one chapter of your sex is still left, which I'll tell you about tomorrow," she said, winking conspiratorially at me, promising future intimacy.
"I won't tell anyone," I readily agreed. "By the way, what's the time, Madam?" I asked, a sudden wave of reality hitting me.
"It's 6:00 p.m.," she said.
"What? I'll get scolded again today," I said, a sense of panic washing over me, realizing how late I was.
"Don't tell your aunt about this," she said, nodding toward the door.
"I won't tell her. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come tomorrow," I said, scrambling to get my clothes on.
"Bye," she said, waving languidly from the sofa.
"Bye," I replied, running out the door, the exhilaration of my initiation overriding the fear of my Chachi's questions.
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