Yesterday, 01:05 AM
## Update 28: The Final Lesson and Farewell
The day after my Meena Chachi's visit, my mind was still reeling from the narrow escape, and I was eager for the next lesson. I didn't get to see Mona's continuing drama or her developing sex life today either, which was a disappointment, but the excitement for Madam was greater. I knew Meena Chachi was also busy with her newfound goal of finding a man in the village.
Then, over the next few days—on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday—I had spectacular sex with Madam. It became our established routine. We explored the "chapters" she had promised, perfecting the techniques she had taught me. Sometimes I had vaginal sex with Madam, and sometimes, pushing past the pain of the initial encounter, I had anal sex, mastering the rhythm and power she desired. Each session was a focused, intense lesson, solidifying my skills and her pleasure.
Then the day came that I can never forget. It was Sunday. I went to Madam's house in the afternoon, full of anticipation, but as soon as I entered, I saw her surrounded by boxes and packed luggage.
"Madam, what is all this?" I asked, confused and instantly alarmed.
"I'm going back home," she said, her voice sounding final.
"But you were going next month, at the end of the term," I protested, my heart sinking with a terrible dread.
"My son is sick, and he needs me. And anyway, I had to go someday. So I'm leaving this evening," she explained, her reason concrete and unavoidable.
"But Madam..." I started to plead, my mind blanking on any reason she should stay.
She cut me off gently, her expression changing to one of knowing seduction. "I know you've gotten addicted to sex, Avi. Now you can find another prey to practice your skills on. And today, for the last time, have sex with me and give me a teacher's fee—the biggest pleasure you can offer."
The sudden news that she was leaving shattered the sadness, replacing it with a furious, final heat. I took off Madam's nightgown. She was already naked underneath. I started kneading and pressing her full breasts, then slowly started licking her nipples with my tongue. I took her breast fully into my mouth and started sucking it, rotating between the left breast and the right. Simultaneously, I started fingering Madam's vagina, stimulating her in every way I had learned. We dropped the pretense of modesty and moved our bodies into the 69 position, ready for mutual pleasure.
We settled quickly: my face buried in the warm center of Madam's choot, and her head positioned over my hard lund. The moment her wet mouth enclosed me, the atmosphere thickened with pure need. Madam started sucking my lund with a terrifying, total intensity, like a madwoman frantic to pull out every last bit of sensation before she left. She knew this was her final taste. Her tongue coiled around the tip, sending shivers through me, while her lips moved quickly and deeply along the shaft. The suction was deep, and the wet heat of her mouth never stopped. The only sound was the soft lapping as she worked furiously.
My lund swelled in her mouth, aching, responding to the powerful rhythm that screamed its final goodbye. At the same time, my face was pressed against her. I breathed in the deep, musky scent of Madam's choot, a perfume I knew I'd never smell again. I plunged my tongue deep into her folds, kissing her with slow, consuming passion, determined to remember every texture. I explored completely, my tongue tracing the sensitive, swollen flesh, flicking her clitoris, and then diving deep into the heat she was building. Her juices were salty and sweet with excitement, and I drank them in like a starving man, trying to forever etch the flavor into my mind. The soft whimpers that escaped her throat whenever I hit a perfect spot were the only sound louder than my own frantic breathing.
I used my hands to pull her hips closer, driving my tongue harder and deeper, intent on pushing her pleasure past the breaking point. The feeling of giving her pleasure while she gave it back created an electrifying rush. The speed of her sucking increased when my tongue pressed harder on her choot. Our bodies worked with desperate, perfect timing—a rising mix of wet sounds and quick, rough breaths. The tension became almost unbearable, a delicious, aching knot forming deep in my gut, perfectly matched by the mounting energy from her body. We pushed each other right to the edge, knowing our mutual climax was seconds away. We were both totally aroused, panting, and slick with desire. The moment was perfect. With a final, shared sigh, we broke apart, ready for the final, full penetration.
We broke apart, our bodies already hot and trembling from the 69 position. Madam quickly moved, getting onto her hands and knees and presenting herself to me. Her choot was facing me, wet and waiting.
I didn't hesitate. I drove my entire lund into her choot with one powerful, sudden thrust. The force of it made Madam let out a sharp, guttural scream—it was a sound of extreme pleasure mixed with the brief pain of the sudden entry. I paused for a moment, holding myself deep inside her, wanting to savor the intensity of this final session. Then, I began to thrust, settling into a deep, rhythmic pace. I drove hard, pushing my hips forward fully with every movement. Madam's choot was tight and hot around me, gripping my lunď with a strength that made me groan. I held this pace for a while, fucking her hard, knowing that time was running out.
Then, I pulled my lund out, slick and dripping. I quickly adjusted her body, moving behind her and guiding my lund toward her lund. I had to give her the best pleasure possible, and that meant using everything. My powerful lund went into her gand, stretching her tight opening. I started a fierce, demanding pace there, fucking her from behind.
I began rotating between her two holes for maximum, prolonged pleasure. I would fuck her gand for a few minutes with strong, deep thrusts, driving her forward onto her hands. Then, I would pull out and immediately shove my lund into her choot, changing the angle and the sensation for both of us. This switching—choot, then gand, then choot again—was driving both of us mad. Madam was gasping, yelling muffled commands into her hands, completely lost in the frantic rhythm. My lund felt incredible, gripped tightly in both holes in turn.
This intense, frantic sex went on for about forty minutes. I kept up the brutal pace, pushing my body and hers to the limit. Finally, I felt the unmistakable rush building. I pulled my lund out of her gand and jammed it back into her choot, burying myself as deep as possible. With one final, shuddering release, I poured all my semen into Madam's choot, finishing the session and collapsing onto her back, breathing hard.
As soon as the release finished, the intensity broke, and I felt a strange paranoia—it felt like someone was watching us. I quickly went to the window, my heart pounding, but no one was there. I noticed Madam's dupatta (scarf) dbangd over a chair near the window, slightly moved by the wind. I felt an immediate sense of relief, realizing it must have been the movement of the fabric that caught my eye.
"I had so much fun today, Avi," Madam said, sighing deeply with exhausted satisfaction.
"Yes, I had fun too," I whispered, utterly spent.
"I'll go and freshen up," she said, heading to the bathroom.
After Madam came back, I started helping her pack the remaining small items. After an hour, Madam's husband came to collect her. After they talked for a while, Madam left, stepping out of the house and into the waiting car. I stood there, watching her go, a profound sense of loss settling over me. Tears were rolling down my eyes, but I knew this had to happen someday. As she was leaving, Madam told me to lock the house and give the keys to the Principal.
I walked to the door to lock it, but I couldn't just leave. I wanted to go inside one last time to remember the extraordinary sex we had shared in that room.
I went to the bed where we had spent so many hours learning and loving. Madam's teaching book was on the bed, and next to it, I found a small, folded letter.
I picked it up and read:
"Avi, the happiness you gave me in seven (actually eight) days, I'll remember for seven lifetimes. I'll never be able to forget you. After my husband, you gave me a happiness that has no value. Don't ever forget what I taught you. And yes, don't ever remember me. Forget me like a dream. Otherwise, you won't be able to live with the pain of my absence. Burn this letter after you read it. I can't write anymore. Your Madam."
The letter confirmed the finality of her departure, the depth of her passion, and the danger of the secret they shared. I took the letter to the stove and watched the paper curl and blacken, destroying the last physical evidence of our secret life. I locked the house and walked away, carrying the keys and the indelible memory of my Madam.
The day after my Meena Chachi's visit, my mind was still reeling from the narrow escape, and I was eager for the next lesson. I didn't get to see Mona's continuing drama or her developing sex life today either, which was a disappointment, but the excitement for Madam was greater. I knew Meena Chachi was also busy with her newfound goal of finding a man in the village.
Then, over the next few days—on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday—I had spectacular sex with Madam. It became our established routine. We explored the "chapters" she had promised, perfecting the techniques she had taught me. Sometimes I had vaginal sex with Madam, and sometimes, pushing past the pain of the initial encounter, I had anal sex, mastering the rhythm and power she desired. Each session was a focused, intense lesson, solidifying my skills and her pleasure.
Then the day came that I can never forget. It was Sunday. I went to Madam's house in the afternoon, full of anticipation, but as soon as I entered, I saw her surrounded by boxes and packed luggage.
"Madam, what is all this?" I asked, confused and instantly alarmed.
"I'm going back home," she said, her voice sounding final.
"But you were going next month, at the end of the term," I protested, my heart sinking with a terrible dread.
"My son is sick, and he needs me. And anyway, I had to go someday. So I'm leaving this evening," she explained, her reason concrete and unavoidable.
"But Madam..." I started to plead, my mind blanking on any reason she should stay.
She cut me off gently, her expression changing to one of knowing seduction. "I know you've gotten addicted to sex, Avi. Now you can find another prey to practice your skills on. And today, for the last time, have sex with me and give me a teacher's fee—the biggest pleasure you can offer."
The sudden news that she was leaving shattered the sadness, replacing it with a furious, final heat. I took off Madam's nightgown. She was already naked underneath. I started kneading and pressing her full breasts, then slowly started licking her nipples with my tongue. I took her breast fully into my mouth and started sucking it, rotating between the left breast and the right. Simultaneously, I started fingering Madam's vagina, stimulating her in every way I had learned. We dropped the pretense of modesty and moved our bodies into the 69 position, ready for mutual pleasure.
We settled quickly: my face buried in the warm center of Madam's choot, and her head positioned over my hard lund. The moment her wet mouth enclosed me, the atmosphere thickened with pure need. Madam started sucking my lund with a terrifying, total intensity, like a madwoman frantic to pull out every last bit of sensation before she left. She knew this was her final taste. Her tongue coiled around the tip, sending shivers through me, while her lips moved quickly and deeply along the shaft. The suction was deep, and the wet heat of her mouth never stopped. The only sound was the soft lapping as she worked furiously.
My lund swelled in her mouth, aching, responding to the powerful rhythm that screamed its final goodbye. At the same time, my face was pressed against her. I breathed in the deep, musky scent of Madam's choot, a perfume I knew I'd never smell again. I plunged my tongue deep into her folds, kissing her with slow, consuming passion, determined to remember every texture. I explored completely, my tongue tracing the sensitive, swollen flesh, flicking her clitoris, and then diving deep into the heat she was building. Her juices were salty and sweet with excitement, and I drank them in like a starving man, trying to forever etch the flavor into my mind. The soft whimpers that escaped her throat whenever I hit a perfect spot were the only sound louder than my own frantic breathing.
I used my hands to pull her hips closer, driving my tongue harder and deeper, intent on pushing her pleasure past the breaking point. The feeling of giving her pleasure while she gave it back created an electrifying rush. The speed of her sucking increased when my tongue pressed harder on her choot. Our bodies worked with desperate, perfect timing—a rising mix of wet sounds and quick, rough breaths. The tension became almost unbearable, a delicious, aching knot forming deep in my gut, perfectly matched by the mounting energy from her body. We pushed each other right to the edge, knowing our mutual climax was seconds away. We were both totally aroused, panting, and slick with desire. The moment was perfect. With a final, shared sigh, we broke apart, ready for the final, full penetration.
We broke apart, our bodies already hot and trembling from the 69 position. Madam quickly moved, getting onto her hands and knees and presenting herself to me. Her choot was facing me, wet and waiting.
I didn't hesitate. I drove my entire lund into her choot with one powerful, sudden thrust. The force of it made Madam let out a sharp, guttural scream—it was a sound of extreme pleasure mixed with the brief pain of the sudden entry. I paused for a moment, holding myself deep inside her, wanting to savor the intensity of this final session. Then, I began to thrust, settling into a deep, rhythmic pace. I drove hard, pushing my hips forward fully with every movement. Madam's choot was tight and hot around me, gripping my lunď with a strength that made me groan. I held this pace for a while, fucking her hard, knowing that time was running out.
Then, I pulled my lund out, slick and dripping. I quickly adjusted her body, moving behind her and guiding my lund toward her lund. I had to give her the best pleasure possible, and that meant using everything. My powerful lund went into her gand, stretching her tight opening. I started a fierce, demanding pace there, fucking her from behind.
I began rotating between her two holes for maximum, prolonged pleasure. I would fuck her gand for a few minutes with strong, deep thrusts, driving her forward onto her hands. Then, I would pull out and immediately shove my lund into her choot, changing the angle and the sensation for both of us. This switching—choot, then gand, then choot again—was driving both of us mad. Madam was gasping, yelling muffled commands into her hands, completely lost in the frantic rhythm. My lund felt incredible, gripped tightly in both holes in turn.
This intense, frantic sex went on for about forty minutes. I kept up the brutal pace, pushing my body and hers to the limit. Finally, I felt the unmistakable rush building. I pulled my lund out of her gand and jammed it back into her choot, burying myself as deep as possible. With one final, shuddering release, I poured all my semen into Madam's choot, finishing the session and collapsing onto her back, breathing hard.
As soon as the release finished, the intensity broke, and I felt a strange paranoia—it felt like someone was watching us. I quickly went to the window, my heart pounding, but no one was there. I noticed Madam's dupatta (scarf) dbangd over a chair near the window, slightly moved by the wind. I felt an immediate sense of relief, realizing it must have been the movement of the fabric that caught my eye.
"I had so much fun today, Avi," Madam said, sighing deeply with exhausted satisfaction.
"Yes, I had fun too," I whispered, utterly spent.
"I'll go and freshen up," she said, heading to the bathroom.
After Madam came back, I started helping her pack the remaining small items. After an hour, Madam's husband came to collect her. After they talked for a while, Madam left, stepping out of the house and into the waiting car. I stood there, watching her go, a profound sense of loss settling over me. Tears were rolling down my eyes, but I knew this had to happen someday. As she was leaving, Madam told me to lock the house and give the keys to the Principal.
I walked to the door to lock it, but I couldn't just leave. I wanted to go inside one last time to remember the extraordinary sex we had shared in that room.
I went to the bed where we had spent so many hours learning and loving. Madam's teaching book was on the bed, and next to it, I found a small, folded letter.
I picked it up and read:
"Avi, the happiness you gave me in seven (actually eight) days, I'll remember for seven lifetimes. I'll never be able to forget you. After my husband, you gave me a happiness that has no value. Don't ever forget what I taught you. And yes, don't ever remember me. Forget me like a dream. Otherwise, you won't be able to live with the pain of my absence. Burn this letter after you read it. I can't write anymore. Your Madam."
The letter confirmed the finality of her departure, the depth of her passion, and the danger of the secret they shared. I took the letter to the stove and watched the paper curl and blacken, destroying the last physical evidence of our secret life. I locked the house and walked away, carrying the keys and the indelible memory of my Madam.
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