19-10-2025, 11:32 PM
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## Update 6: The Math Madam and the Principal's Secret
The next morning, I arrived at schoool early. At seven, the results were handed out. My mind was still haunted by the images from the storehouse the evening before, but the paper in my hand made me smile. I scored 70 out of 100 in Math, topping the class in that subject, while my sister Komal topped the entire schoool overall.
During lunch break, I was on the cricket field when my Math Madam, smiling, called me over.
"Avi beta, your marks are so good," she said, her expression warm.
"Yes, Madam. It's all thanks to you." I could feel my cheeks heat up.
She shook her head gently. "I didn't do anything. This is the result of your own hard work."
"But the old teacher made me scared of Math," I confessed. "You teach in such a simple and good way."
"Every teacher has a different style," she replied. "Some students like my way, and others prefer the old sir's."
"Even so, I got good marks only because of you."
She laughed, a quick, light sound. "Don't praise me too much. I'm only here for six months. There's only one month left, and then you'll have to go back to the old sir."
My heart sank into my gut, a sudden, cold weight. "But why can't you stay here forever, Madam?"
"I can't, Avi. This is part of an experiment," she explained. "Your sir is teaching at my schoool, and I'm teaching here. It’s an opportunity for a new experience for both of us."
"So you're really leaving?"
She softened her voice. "Yes, I have to go. My husband and son are in the city. I'm all alone here."
"You'll always be my best teacher, Madam."
She changed the subject, tapping the results paper. "The principal told me you can top the class overall if you work a little harder in Math."
"I'm already working very hard," I said, a defensive note creeping into my tone.
"It's not enough." She folded her arms. "You have to study more and practice even more."
"Okay, Madam. I will work hard."
She lowered her voice. "The principal suggested I teach you after schoool, too. Are you willing to come study with me?"
My breath hitched. "Yes, of course, Madam! I’ll come to your house this afternoon."
"Good." She looked past me. "The principal wanted me to teach you at schoool, but I'll convince him otherwise. Come at three this afternoon. And remember to study your other subjects as well."
"Okay, Madam. I'll come to your house."
She glanced at her watch. "Look at that, lunch break is over. Go back to your class."
"Thanks, Madam."
*******
Back in the classroom, my focus immediately bled from the math problems. Mona's image—her fair skin, her naked body—burned in my mind, a hot, distracting presence. I was lost in the memory when the bell finally shrieked. The History teacher was a no-show, so we were dismissed to the field.
I started playing, then stopped, scanning for Mona and her boyfriend. No luck. I began searching the perimeter, anticipation tightening my gut. Soon, I spotted Mona's brother outside the sports room door, leaning against the frame. The door was securely locked from the inside.
I knew instantly: they were inside. A shiver of dark excitement ran through me. I crept up to the building, found a crack in the dusty window frame, and peered in.
It wasn't just Mona and her boyfriend. The Principal, fully clothed, sat heavily in a chair, dominating the small, echoing room.
Mona was on her knees before him, completely naked. Her boyfriend stood by, chest heaving, his eyes fixed on the scene.
Mona leaned forward, her voice tight with panic. She glanced at the door, then back at the Principal's stern face. She pressed her palms together. She needed to please him quickly.
Mona reached up and placed both her full, soft breasts directly into his hands. She pushed them toward his mouth, her head tilted, silent appeal in her eyes.
The Principal's stern expression softened slightly. His large hands closed around the soft flesh, gripping them thoughtfully. He began to knead them, his thumb sweeping slowly across the areolae. Mona closed her eyes, letting out a low, shaky breath. The Principal leaned forward and took one nipple between his lips, drawing a long, wet pull. Mona arched her back, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her throat, which she instantly muffled with a trembling hand. The Principal continued his leisurely sucking, alternating between the two breasts, savoring the soft flesh and the low whimpers he coaxed from her. He spent several long, indulgent moments, manipulating her breasts, his breathing slow and measured.
Finally, he lifted his head, a small, satisfied smile on his face. He gently pushed her breasts aside. He lowered his voice, his tone deep with expectation. He indicated his lap with a gesture.
Mona understood. She lowered the Principal's trouser zipper slowly. The loud *zzzzip* of the heavy metal broke the sensual silence, a sharp, intrusive sound. The Principal's penis sprang out, thick and rigid, slick with pre-ejaculate. Mona paused for a breath, then slowly took the hard penis into her mouth, her lips closing tight around the shaft. She began to suck with a deliberate, dedicated rhythm, her throat working methodically.
The Principal leaned back in his chair, his hands gripping the arms, his head tilted back. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. He reached down, his fingers burying themselves in Mona's hair, guiding her head, urging her deeper. Mona accepted the control, sucking faster, her eyes closed in concentration.
She pulled back slightly, drawing the head of his penis against the roof of her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue. Then, without instruction, Mona dropped her head lower. She began to pull the slack from his scrotum, taking his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them against her tongue. She began to suck them with full, deliberate force, coating them completely in saliva. The wet, rhythmic slurping noise was audible over the silence of the room, slick and thick with their combined efforts. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin and pooling briefly on his penis before she swallowed and returned her attention to the engorged balls. The Principal's grip on the chair tightened, his knuckles white.
The boyfriend fidgeted nervously by the door. He spoke up, a sharp hiss of impatience. "Mona, finish it! Don't waste time!" he commanded, rubbing his face with a sweaty hand.
Mona's sucking continued, muffled and intense, dedicated to the Principal's rising pleasure, but she didn't look up, ignoring the boyfriend's distraction. The Principal simply shook his head slightly, a silent command for the boyfriend to wait. His focus was entirely on Mona's mouth and the pleasure she was delivering.
The Principal finally pulled her head away, his movements now firm but controlled. He rose from the chair. He looked down at her. He gestured at the floor.
Mona immediately dropped onto her hands and knees in the dusty room. Her naked body shook slightly. She looked back at him, head bowed.
The Principal positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips, drove his penis into her chooť.
Mona immediately let out a high-pitched scream of shock and pain. Her hands instantly flew to her mouth, stifling the noise against the dusty floor.
The Principal's eyes snapped to the locked door, his face draining of color with the sheer terror of exposure. He instantly stopped the rhythmic mar. He grabbed Mona's hair and held her head up, his voice low and frantic. "Boy!" he hissed at the boyfriend. "Boy, get your penis out!"
The boyfriend fumbled with his belt, fear and confusion in his eyes. He pulled his penis out.
"Put it in her mouth! Now!" the Principal commanded, his voice a desperate, harsh whisper. "Push it in!"
The boyfriend shoved his penis toward Mona's face. Mona's eyes, still wide from the sharp initial scream, fixed on the approaching lunď. Her body remained still, the shock of the scream quickly transforming into a deep, desperate submission. The Principal's penis was still buried deep in her chooť. Her mouth, already stretched by one penis, accepted the second. The demanding, humiliating pressure was intense, but she focused on the profound, overwhelming fullness, the two thick penises in her mouth serving as both a gag and an intoxicating sensory input.
With the other hand, the Principal released her hair and slapped his palm over her mouth, muffling the ragged sound of her breathing. He began his mar again, thrusting into her chooť with desperate speed, the heavy, wet sounds echoing as he slammed his hips into her.
The boyfriend spoke up, his voice cracking with urgency. "Sir, we'll pass, right? The grades are set?"
The Principal ignored him, his focus purely on the intense rhythm. He held Mona's head steady, driving her down onto the her boyfriend filling her mouth. The combined, overwhelming sensation fed his frantic climax.
The Principal suddenly gasped, his body tensing with the rush of climax. He pulled his penis out of her chooť quickly, his movements jerky. He stepped away, his breath ragged, struggling to adjust his pants. He looked down at Mona.
Mona, her mouth stretched and full, was still immobilized by the lunď.
The Principal motioned sharply with his head toward the boyfriend's lunď in her mouth. The boyfriend, interpreting the command, immediately pulled his lunď out of Mona's mouth, stepping back a pace.
Mona was left with only the Principal's penis in her mouth. She instantly obeyed the next unspoken command. Her tongue went to work, licking and sucking the Principal's penis clean of the fresh cum and the fluids from her chooť. Her tongue worked meticulously, driven by the need to complete the service. She swallowed hard, cleaning the shaft completely, coating it in fresh saliva.
The Principal let out a deep, satisfied sigh as she finished. He gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping the saliva and tears from her chin with his thumb. He leaned down and placed a slow, wet kiss directly on her lips.
"The grades are done," he murmured against her mouth, his voice hoarse but congratulatory. He gave her cheek a final, proud squeeze. "You held up your end, my dear. Get dressed."
He pulled away, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
Mona's brother immediately slipped inside, locking the door.
Mona rubbed her chest, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her body trembling with spent energy and shock.
"Our work is done," Mona said, her voice weak.
"Done where?" her brother shot back, already unzipping his pants, his face dark with sudden hunger. "We have to fuck you too."
"Yeah, man," the boyfriend said, eyes dark with arousal. "I got so horny watching that."
"Not now," Mona insisted, pulling her clothes back on quickly. "Let's do it at the storehouse in the evening. It's too risky here."
"Alright, fine," the boyfriend sighed, zipping his pants.
"Let's go," her brother said, grabbing her arm.
The three of them left the room. I slipped away, my head buzzing with the dark, thrilling image of Mona's forced silence and pain. I felt like a silent witness to a terrible secret, and the satisfaction was intoxicating.
---
The next morning, I arrived at schoool early. At seven, the results were handed out. My mind was still haunted by the images from the storehouse the evening before, but the paper in my hand made me smile. I scored 70 out of 100 in Math, topping the class in that subject, while my sister Komal topped the entire schoool overall.
During lunch break, I was on the cricket field when my Math Madam, smiling, called me over.
"Avi beta, your marks are so good," she said, her expression warm.
"Yes, Madam. It's all thanks to you." I could feel my cheeks heat up.
She shook her head gently. "I didn't do anything. This is the result of your own hard work."
"But the old teacher made me scared of Math," I confessed. "You teach in such a simple and good way."
"Every teacher has a different style," she replied. "Some students like my way, and others prefer the old sir's."
"Even so, I got good marks only because of you."
She laughed, a quick, light sound. "Don't praise me too much. I'm only here for six months. There's only one month left, and then you'll have to go back to the old sir."
My heart sank into my gut, a sudden, cold weight. "But why can't you stay here forever, Madam?"
"I can't, Avi. This is part of an experiment," she explained. "Your sir is teaching at my schoool, and I'm teaching here. It’s an opportunity for a new experience for both of us."
"So you're really leaving?"
She softened her voice. "Yes, I have to go. My husband and son are in the city. I'm all alone here."
"You'll always be my best teacher, Madam."
She changed the subject, tapping the results paper. "The principal told me you can top the class overall if you work a little harder in Math."
"I'm already working very hard," I said, a defensive note creeping into my tone.
"It's not enough." She folded her arms. "You have to study more and practice even more."
"Okay, Madam. I will work hard."
She lowered her voice. "The principal suggested I teach you after schoool, too. Are you willing to come study with me?"
My breath hitched. "Yes, of course, Madam! I’ll come to your house this afternoon."
"Good." She looked past me. "The principal wanted me to teach you at schoool, but I'll convince him otherwise. Come at three this afternoon. And remember to study your other subjects as well."
"Okay, Madam. I'll come to your house."
She glanced at her watch. "Look at that, lunch break is over. Go back to your class."
"Thanks, Madam."
*******
Back in the classroom, my focus immediately bled from the math problems. Mona's image—her fair skin, her naked body—burned in my mind, a hot, distracting presence. I was lost in the memory when the bell finally shrieked. The History teacher was a no-show, so we were dismissed to the field.
I started playing, then stopped, scanning for Mona and her boyfriend. No luck. I began searching the perimeter, anticipation tightening my gut. Soon, I spotted Mona's brother outside the sports room door, leaning against the frame. The door was securely locked from the inside.
I knew instantly: they were inside. A shiver of dark excitement ran through me. I crept up to the building, found a crack in the dusty window frame, and peered in.
It wasn't just Mona and her boyfriend. The Principal, fully clothed, sat heavily in a chair, dominating the small, echoing room.
Mona was on her knees before him, completely naked. Her boyfriend stood by, chest heaving, his eyes fixed on the scene.
Mona leaned forward, her voice tight with panic. She glanced at the door, then back at the Principal's stern face. She pressed her palms together. She needed to please him quickly.
Mona reached up and placed both her full, soft breasts directly into his hands. She pushed them toward his mouth, her head tilted, silent appeal in her eyes.
The Principal's stern expression softened slightly. His large hands closed around the soft flesh, gripping them thoughtfully. He began to knead them, his thumb sweeping slowly across the areolae. Mona closed her eyes, letting out a low, shaky breath. The Principal leaned forward and took one nipple between his lips, drawing a long, wet pull. Mona arched her back, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her throat, which she instantly muffled with a trembling hand. The Principal continued his leisurely sucking, alternating between the two breasts, savoring the soft flesh and the low whimpers he coaxed from her. He spent several long, indulgent moments, manipulating her breasts, his breathing slow and measured.
Finally, he lifted his head, a small, satisfied smile on his face. He gently pushed her breasts aside. He lowered his voice, his tone deep with expectation. He indicated his lap with a gesture.
Mona understood. She lowered the Principal's trouser zipper slowly. The loud *zzzzip* of the heavy metal broke the sensual silence, a sharp, intrusive sound. The Principal's penis sprang out, thick and rigid, slick with pre-ejaculate. Mona paused for a breath, then slowly took the hard penis into her mouth, her lips closing tight around the shaft. She began to suck with a deliberate, dedicated rhythm, her throat working methodically.
The Principal leaned back in his chair, his hands gripping the arms, his head tilted back. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. He reached down, his fingers burying themselves in Mona's hair, guiding her head, urging her deeper. Mona accepted the control, sucking faster, her eyes closed in concentration.
She pulled back slightly, drawing the head of his penis against the roof of her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue. Then, without instruction, Mona dropped her head lower. She began to pull the slack from his scrotum, taking his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them against her tongue. She began to suck them with full, deliberate force, coating them completely in saliva. The wet, rhythmic slurping noise was audible over the silence of the room, slick and thick with their combined efforts. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin and pooling briefly on his penis before she swallowed and returned her attention to the engorged balls. The Principal's grip on the chair tightened, his knuckles white.
The boyfriend fidgeted nervously by the door. He spoke up, a sharp hiss of impatience. "Mona, finish it! Don't waste time!" he commanded, rubbing his face with a sweaty hand.
Mona's sucking continued, muffled and intense, dedicated to the Principal's rising pleasure, but she didn't look up, ignoring the boyfriend's distraction. The Principal simply shook his head slightly, a silent command for the boyfriend to wait. His focus was entirely on Mona's mouth and the pleasure she was delivering.
The Principal finally pulled her head away, his movements now firm but controlled. He rose from the chair. He looked down at her. He gestured at the floor.
Mona immediately dropped onto her hands and knees in the dusty room. Her naked body shook slightly. She looked back at him, head bowed.
The Principal positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips, drove his penis into her chooť.
Mona immediately let out a high-pitched scream of shock and pain. Her hands instantly flew to her mouth, stifling the noise against the dusty floor.
The Principal's eyes snapped to the locked door, his face draining of color with the sheer terror of exposure. He instantly stopped the rhythmic mar. He grabbed Mona's hair and held her head up, his voice low and frantic. "Boy!" he hissed at the boyfriend. "Boy, get your penis out!"
The boyfriend fumbled with his belt, fear and confusion in his eyes. He pulled his penis out.
"Put it in her mouth! Now!" the Principal commanded, his voice a desperate, harsh whisper. "Push it in!"
The boyfriend shoved his penis toward Mona's face. Mona's eyes, still wide from the sharp initial scream, fixed on the approaching lunď. Her body remained still, the shock of the scream quickly transforming into a deep, desperate submission. The Principal's penis was still buried deep in her chooť. Her mouth, already stretched by one penis, accepted the second. The demanding, humiliating pressure was intense, but she focused on the profound, overwhelming fullness, the two thick penises in her mouth serving as both a gag and an intoxicating sensory input.
With the other hand, the Principal released her hair and slapped his palm over her mouth, muffling the ragged sound of her breathing. He began his mar again, thrusting into her chooť with desperate speed, the heavy, wet sounds echoing as he slammed his hips into her.
The boyfriend spoke up, his voice cracking with urgency. "Sir, we'll pass, right? The grades are set?"
The Principal ignored him, his focus purely on the intense rhythm. He held Mona's head steady, driving her down onto the her boyfriend filling her mouth. The combined, overwhelming sensation fed his frantic climax.
The Principal suddenly gasped, his body tensing with the rush of climax. He pulled his penis out of her chooť quickly, his movements jerky. He stepped away, his breath ragged, struggling to adjust his pants. He looked down at Mona.
Mona, her mouth stretched and full, was still immobilized by the lunď.
The Principal motioned sharply with his head toward the boyfriend's lunď in her mouth. The boyfriend, interpreting the command, immediately pulled his lunď out of Mona's mouth, stepping back a pace.
Mona was left with only the Principal's penis in her mouth. She instantly obeyed the next unspoken command. Her tongue went to work, licking and sucking the Principal's penis clean of the fresh cum and the fluids from her chooť. Her tongue worked meticulously, driven by the need to complete the service. She swallowed hard, cleaning the shaft completely, coating it in fresh saliva.
The Principal let out a deep, satisfied sigh as she finished. He gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping the saliva and tears from her chin with his thumb. He leaned down and placed a slow, wet kiss directly on her lips.
"The grades are done," he murmured against her mouth, his voice hoarse but congratulatory. He gave her cheek a final, proud squeeze. "You held up your end, my dear. Get dressed."
He pulled away, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
Mona's brother immediately slipped inside, locking the door.
Mona rubbed her chest, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her body trembling with spent energy and shock.
"Our work is done," Mona said, her voice weak.
"Done where?" her brother shot back, already unzipping his pants, his face dark with sudden hunger. "We have to fuck you too."
"Yeah, man," the boyfriend said, eyes dark with arousal. "I got so horny watching that."
"Not now," Mona insisted, pulling her clothes back on quickly. "Let's do it at the storehouse in the evening. It's too risky here."
"Alright, fine," the boyfriend sighed, zipping his pants.
"Let's go," her brother said, grabbing her arm.
The three of them left the room. I slipped away, my head buzzing with the dark, thrilling image of Mona's forced silence and pain. I felt like a silent witness to a terrible secret, and the satisfaction was intoxicating.
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