22-10-2025, 12:02 AM
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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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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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