08-08-2026, 11:05 AM
NEW UPDATE
Storage room wale us din ke baad kai din tak kuch nahi hua.
Sharma sir class mein normal rehne lage. Nazar kabhi-kabhi meri taraf jaati, lekin ab woh purana open wala look nahi tha. Corridor mein milte to sirf “Haan Anita” keh kar nikal jaate. Staff room bulane ka koi bahana nahi banaya. Main bhi unse nazar nahi milati thi. Lagta tha shayad woh sab kuch bhool gaye hain, ya phir risk nahi lena chahte.
Main apni padhai mein busy ho gayi. Body ke badlav ab settle ho chuke the — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips, chehre ki woh soft glow. Kapde thode tight the, lekin main normal routine mein dhal chuki thi. Mummy ke saath baatein, Papa ka wapas aana, ghar ka normal mahaul… sab kuch phir se track par aa gaya tha.
Phir college tour ka announcement hua.
Class 12 ki history tour — 2 raat 3 din. Rajasthan ke kuch historical places. Sharma sir bhi saath jaane wale the kyunki history department se the. Announcement sunte hi meri nazar unki taraf gayi. Woh board dekh rahe the, lekin unke chehre par ek halki si smile thi.
Tour ke din subah college se bus nikli. Main window seat par baithi. Sharma sir aage teacher wali seat par the. Raaste bhar unki nazar kabhi-kabhi mirror se meri taraf jaati. Main dekh kar nazar jhuka leti.
Pehla din sightseeing mein guzar gaya. Fort, museum, purani haveliyan. Raat ko hotel mein check-in hua — girls alag floor, boys alag, teachers alag. Main apni roommate ke saath room mein so gayi. Koi harkat nahi hui.
Doosre din bhi same raha. Shaam ko cultural program tha. Uske baad sab apne rooms mein chale gaye. Main bhi so jaane wali thi ki mera phone vibrate hua. Unknown number se message—
“Terrace ke neeche wali service gallery. 11:30. Aana. — S”
Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Roommate so rahi thi. Main dheere se uthi, chappal pehni, aur room se baahar nikal gayi. Corridor khaali tha. Stairs se neeche utri. Service gallery ek khaali sa area tha — hotel ke staff ke liye, ab band pada hua. Ek chhoti si room thi uske kone mein, jisme purane mattress aur kuch boxes rakhe the.
Sharma sir pehle se andar khade the. Unhone mujhe dekhte hi door band kar diya. Bahar se kundi lagaayi. Room mein sirf ek dim light thi — window se aati hui door ki street light.
Main khadi rahi. Bag nahi tha, sirf nighty pehni hui thi — soft cotton, halki si.
Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekhte hue dheere se kaha, “Kai din baad… aaj moka mila.”
Main chup rahi.
Woh paas aaye. Unhone mera chehra dono haathon mein liya. Ungliyon se mere gaal ko sahlaaya. “Tera chehra… ab bhi wahi tej hai. college mein dekhte rehta hoon. Har din. Tu samajhti nahi hogi kitni alag dikhne lagi hai.”
Unhone meri nighty ke straps ko ungliyon se touch kiya. “Yeh kapda… tere jism ko chhupa nahi paata. Chunchiyan… pehle se bhaari hain. Main dekh sakta hoon jab tu class mein baithti hai.”
Mainne aankhein neeche ki. Unki awaaz bilkul dheemi thi, lekin har word clear.
“Aaj raat… koi nahi aayega yahan. Main dekh chuka hoon. Security neeche hai.”
Unhone pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche sarkaye. Nighty mere kandhon se phisalne lagi. Unhone dheere-dheere usse neeche kiya. Nighty meri chunchiyon se hote hue kamar tak aayi, phir bilkul neeche gir gayi. Ab main sirf panty mein thi.
Sharma sir ne ek kadam peeche hat kar mujhe dekha. Unki nazar meri nangi chunchiyon par thi — 36 ki, soft, thodi bhaari, nipples air mein tight.
“Bahut khoobsurat…” unhone dheere se kaha. “Itni soft, itni bhaari. Jab pehli baar staff room mein dabaayi thi na… tab se yaad hai. Ab toh aur bhi… filled ho gayi hain.”
Unhone haath badha kar meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Halkaa sa dabaya. Shape feel kiya. Anguthe se nipples ko ghumaya. Mainne saans li — tez.
“Dekh, kaise respond karti hain yeh. Thoda sa touch aur tight ho jaati hain.”
Unhone jhuk kar meri right chunchi ke kareeb muh le gaye. Garam saans meri skin par padi. Phir unhone halka sa hoth lagaya — choosa nahi, bas touch kiya. Phir doosri taraf.
Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin boli nahi.
Unhone meri panty ke elastic mein ungliyaan daali. Dheere-dheere neeche sarkane lage. Panty meri hips se phisalti hui neeche gir gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi us dim light mein.
Sharma sir ne phir se ek kadam peeche hat kar poori body dekhi. Unki nazar meri chunchiyon se neeche gayi — pet, phir meri chut, phir meri thighs.
“Poori… bilkul poori nangi,” unhone dheeme se kaha. “college ki ladki… ab bilkul aurat jaisi body. Kulhe bhi bhaari ho gaye hain. Main notice karta hoon jab tu chalk par chalti hai.”
Unhone haath badha kar meri hips ko pakda. Dono haathon se. “Haan… filled. Soft.”
Phir unhone meri chut ke upar haath pher a. Ungli se halka sa touch kiya. “Yahan bhi… pehle se alag lagti hai.”
Main khadi rahi. Saans bhaari thi. Unki aankhein meri aankhon mein mili.
“Bol kuch,” unhone kaha. “Dar rahi hai? Ya… pasand aa raha hai?”
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Sir… koi aa jayega toh…”
“Nahi aayega,” unhone cut kiya. “Main dekh chuka hoon. Ab sirf tu aur main.”
Unhone mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri nangi chunchiyan unki shirt se takra gayiin. Unhone mera chehra upar uthaya aur dheere se bola,
“Aaj raat main tujhe aise hi dekhna chahta hoon. Nangi. Mere saamne. Tu chup rehna… jaise hamesha rehti hai.”
Unhone meri chunchiyon ko phir se dono haathon mein liya. Dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Halki siskari nikal gayi.
“Ahh…”
“Haan… aise,” unhone kaha. “Awaaz nikaal. Yahan koi nahi sunega.”
Unhone thodi der aur meri body ko haathon se explore kiya — chunchiyan, pet, hips, thighs, phir wapas chunchiyan. Har touch ke saath woh tarif karte rahe.
“Itni soft skin…
Itni perfect shape…
Class mein baithti hai toh kaise control karta hoon main…
Aaj raat poori tarah se dekh liya tujhe…”
Main nangi khadi rahi unke saamne. Dim light mein, andhere room mein, unke haathon mein. Unki baatein meri skin par padti rahi, unke haath meri body par phirte rahe.
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Sharma sir ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko haathon se sahlaate hue kaha, “Ab let ja.”
Unhone mujhe us purane mattress par litaya. Neeche thoda rough tha, lekin unhone ek clean bedsheet bichha di thi pehle se. Meri peeth uspar lagi. Dim light mein meri nangi body unke saamne thi — chunchiyan upar ko uth i hui, nipples tight, taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thin.
Unhone apni shirt ke buttons khole, pant neeche sarkayi. Underwear ke saath hi sab kuch utaar diya. Unka lund hard tha, nasein phooli hui. Woh mere upar aaye. Apne haath se meri taangein kholiin. Lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.
Poora lund andar chala gaya. Unhone thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Missionary mein. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur dabate hue chodne lage.
“Ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Thodi der baad unhone kaha, “Ab mud ja.”
Mainne unki baat maani. Unhone mujhe ulta kiya. Haath aage, gaand upar — doggy position. Mattress par meri kohniyaan tik gayi. Sharma sir mere peeche aa gaye. Unhone meri gaand ke lobes dono haathon se khole, apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya, aur ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.
“AHHH…!”
Uske baad unhone rukna nahi tha. Peeche se dhakke shuru ho gaye — pehle medium, phir tezz. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap… thap…
Geeli, mazboot awaaz room mein gunjne lagi.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahh…”
Unhone meri kamar pakad li. Ungliyan meri soft skin mein gaar gayi. Dhakke aur gehre ho gaye. Har baar lund poora andar jata, unke balls meri clit se takrate, aur thap ki awaaz nikalti.
Thap-thap-thap-thap…
Mera jism aage-peeche hil raha tha. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Main mattress ko pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… tez… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri ek chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue dhakke maarte rahe. Pace badhta gaya.
Ab thap-thap ki awaaz aur tezz thi. Meri chut bilkul geeli thi, uske lund ko choos rahi thi. Har dhakke pe sticky awaaz nikalti—
Thap… thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh…”
Unhone meri dono chunchiyon ko neeche se pakad liya. Masalte hue, dabate hue peeche se chodte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab unchi thi, room ki diwaron se takra rahi thin.
“AHHH… ahhh… deep… ahhh… ahhh…”
Garam mahaul poori tarah set ho chuka tha. Paseena dono ke jism par chamak raha tha. Meri gaand unke har dhakke se hilti, unke pet se takrati. Thap-thap ki continuous awaaz, meri geeli chut ki sticky sound, aur meri siskariyan — sab mil kar room mein ek garm, bhaari mahaul bana rahe the.
Unhone meri baal pakad liye. Halkaa sa kheench a. Angle change hua. Lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—
“AHHHH… ahhh… bas wahi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Dhakke ab bahut tezz the. Har thrust pe meri body aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haathon mein compress ho rahi thin. Main mattress mein muh god liye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ki saansen bhi bhaari ho chuki thin. Unhone meri kamar aur zor se pakdi aur last ke dhakke maare — gehre, mazboot, continuous. Phir unki body tight ho gayi.
“Ahhh… le… andar…”
Unhone apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam, thick cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko mazbooti se squeeze kiya. Siskariyan control ke baahar thin—
“AHHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…”
Woh kuch der aise hi peeche jude rahe. Halka-halka thrust dete hue last drops nikaalte rahe. Meri chut unke cum se bhari hui thi. Thoda sa bahar nikal kar meri thighs par behne laga.
Aakhir mein unhone lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki sticky line meri chut se nikal kar mattress par giri. Main doggy position mein hi haafte hue padi rahi — gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche, saans phoolti hui.
Sharma sir ne meri gaand par halkaa sa haath pher a. “Bahut garam thi aaj… awaaze bhi.”
Main kuch nahi boli. Sirf mattress par hi leti rahi, unke cum ko apni chut mein feel karti hui.
Bahar raat gehre thi.
Room mein ab sirf hamari bhaari saansen thi…
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Abhi Sharma sir ka cum meri chut se tipak raha tha. Main doggy position mein hi mattress par haafte hue padi thi — nangi, gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche latki hui. Sharma sir mere peeche khade the, khud bhi nange, saans ab bhi bhaari. Unhone abhi-abhi lund bahar nikaala tha.
Tabhi…
Thak-thak-thak.
Darwaze par dastak hui.
Dono ekdam se kaath ke putle ban gaye. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin. Mainne turant mattress se bedsheet kheench kar apne jism par daalne ki koshish ki, lekin pehle hi dastak phir se hui — is baar tez.
“Kaun hai andar? Darwaza kholo!”
Awaaz aurat ki thi. Pehchaan si lagi. Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unke chehre par darr saaf tha. Unhone jaldi se apni pant uthayi, lekin pehne bina hi darwaze ki taraf badhe. Main bedsheet ko apne jism par kheench kar baith gayi, chunchiyan aur neeche ab bhi nange the.
Sharma sir ne kundi kholi.
Darwaza khulte hi bahar khadi thi — Miss Rina.
Hamari college ki English teacher. 54 saal ki. Baal mein halka sa safed, spectacles, hamesha saree mein rehne wali. Strict image. Unki aankhein pehle Sharma sir ke nange seene par gayi, phir andar meri taraf. Bedsheet meri poori body cover nahi kar pa rahi thi. Meri nangi taangein, meri chunchiyon ka upar ka hissa, aur Sharma sir ka ab bhi half-hard lund — sab unki nazar mein tha.
Miss Rina ki aankhein phail gayiin. Ek second ke liye woh silent rahi. Phir unhone dheere se darwaza aur khola aur andar aa gayi. Peeche se kundi laga di.
“Yeh… kya chal raha hai yahan?” unki awaaz mein gussa aur hairani dono thi.
Sharma sir peeche hatte hue bole, “Rina… yeh… samajh lo… galti se…”
“Galti?” Miss Rina ne cut kiya. Unki nazar phir meri taraf gayi. Mainne bedsheet ko aur kheench liya. “Yeh ladki nangi hai. Tu nanga hai. Hotel ke service room mein. college tour par. Main bahar sab teachers ko bulaaun? Principal ko phone karun?”
Sharma sir ka chehra phika pad gaya. “Rina please… mat… meri naukri… uski izzat…”
Miss Rina ne haath uthaya. “Chup. Main soch rahi hoon.”
Woh dheere-dheere andar aayi. Meri taraf dekhti rahi. Unki nazar meri bedsheet ke neeche se jhalakti nangi skin par thi. Phir Sharma sir ke jism par. Unhone spectacles theek kiye aur ajeeb si halki muskurahat ke saath boli—
“Tum dono… abhi… kar rahe the?”
Sharma sir ne sir jhukaya. Main chup rahi.
Miss Rina ne ek chair ki taraf ishara kiya aur khud uspar baith gayi. Saree sambhalte hue boli, “Darwaza band hai. Bahar koi nahi aayega. Ab seedhi baat karti hoon.”
Unhone meri taraf dekha. “Anita, tu bedsheet hata. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”
Mainne nazar uthayi. Sharma sir ne bhi unki taraf dekha.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Main dhamki de sakti hoon. Bahar jaakar sab ko bata sakti hoon. Lekin… main aisa nahi karungi. Agar tum log meri ek baat maan lo.”
Sharma sir ne ummeed se poocha, “Kya baat?”
Miss Rina ne apni aankhein meri nangi taangon par daalte hue kaha, “Main cuckold type ki aurat hoon. Samajhte ho na matlab? Mujhe khud sex karna pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi kiya shadi ke baad bhi k hi kabhi hi husband ko karne diya he… husband ke saath bhi sirf formality thi. Lekin… mujhe dekhna bahut pasand hai. Do logon ko nange, chudai karte hue dekhna. Unki awaaze sunna, unke jism ki thap-thap, siskariyan… yeh dekh kar main… satisfy ho jaati hoon.”
Room mein ekdam khamoshi chha gayi.
Main samajh nahi paayi turant. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin.
Miss Rina ne aage kaha, “Main neeche se aawaazein sun rahi thi. Isliye aayi. Ab main yahin baithungi. Tum dono jaari rakho. Jo kar rahe the, woh poora karo. Main dekhungi. Agar mana kiya… toh kal subah pure college tour group ke saamne yeh story sunaa dungi. Samajh gaye?”
Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein sawal tha. Mainne dheere se sir hilaya — majboori mein.
Miss Rina ne muskurate hue kaha, “Accha. Toh bedsheet hata Anita. Poori nangi ho ja. Sharma… tu bhi pant poori utaar. Main clearly dekhna chahti hoon.”
Haath kaampte hue mainne bedsheet hata diya. Meri nangi body phir se dim light mein aa gayi — chunchiyan, cum se geeli chut, thighs. Sharma sir ne bhi apni pant poori utaar di. Ab dono phir se nange the.
Miss Rina ne chair par baith kar apni saree sambhali aur boli, “Ab continue karo. Pehle jaisi position. Doggy. Main yahin se dekhungi. Awaaze mat rokna. Jo bhi natural ho, woh nikalne dena.”
Sharma sir mere peeche aaye. Unhone meri kamar pakdi. Mainne haath aage kiye, gaand upar ki. Miss Rina ki nazar seedha meri khuli hui position par thi.
Sharma sir ne apna lund meri chut par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakel diya.
“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.
Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa aage jhuk kar kaha, “Haan… aise. Ab chodho isse. Tez. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”
Sharma sir ne dhakke shuru kar diye. Thap… thap… thap…
Main mattress pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi, aur kone mein 54 saal ki Miss Rina baithi thin — spectacles ke peeche se humein dekhte hue, unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna ka mixture.
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Storage room wale us din ke baad kai din tak kuch nahi hua.
Sharma sir class mein normal rehne lage. Nazar kabhi-kabhi meri taraf jaati, lekin ab woh purana open wala look nahi tha. Corridor mein milte to sirf “Haan Anita” keh kar nikal jaate. Staff room bulane ka koi bahana nahi banaya. Main bhi unse nazar nahi milati thi. Lagta tha shayad woh sab kuch bhool gaye hain, ya phir risk nahi lena chahte.
Main apni padhai mein busy ho gayi. Body ke badlav ab settle ho chuke the — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips, chehre ki woh soft glow. Kapde thode tight the, lekin main normal routine mein dhal chuki thi. Mummy ke saath baatein, Papa ka wapas aana, ghar ka normal mahaul… sab kuch phir se track par aa gaya tha.
Phir college tour ka announcement hua.
Class 12 ki history tour — 2 raat 3 din. Rajasthan ke kuch historical places. Sharma sir bhi saath jaane wale the kyunki history department se the. Announcement sunte hi meri nazar unki taraf gayi. Woh board dekh rahe the, lekin unke chehre par ek halki si smile thi.
Tour ke din subah college se bus nikli. Main window seat par baithi. Sharma sir aage teacher wali seat par the. Raaste bhar unki nazar kabhi-kabhi mirror se meri taraf jaati. Main dekh kar nazar jhuka leti.
Pehla din sightseeing mein guzar gaya. Fort, museum, purani haveliyan. Raat ko hotel mein check-in hua — girls alag floor, boys alag, teachers alag. Main apni roommate ke saath room mein so gayi. Koi harkat nahi hui.
Doosre din bhi same raha. Shaam ko cultural program tha. Uske baad sab apne rooms mein chale gaye. Main bhi so jaane wali thi ki mera phone vibrate hua. Unknown number se message—
“Terrace ke neeche wali service gallery. 11:30. Aana. — S”
Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Roommate so rahi thi. Main dheere se uthi, chappal pehni, aur room se baahar nikal gayi. Corridor khaali tha. Stairs se neeche utri. Service gallery ek khaali sa area tha — hotel ke staff ke liye, ab band pada hua. Ek chhoti si room thi uske kone mein, jisme purane mattress aur kuch boxes rakhe the.
Sharma sir pehle se andar khade the. Unhone mujhe dekhte hi door band kar diya. Bahar se kundi lagaayi. Room mein sirf ek dim light thi — window se aati hui door ki street light.
Main khadi rahi. Bag nahi tha, sirf nighty pehni hui thi — soft cotton, halki si.
Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekhte hue dheere se kaha, “Kai din baad… aaj moka mila.”
Main chup rahi.
Woh paas aaye. Unhone mera chehra dono haathon mein liya. Ungliyon se mere gaal ko sahlaaya. “Tera chehra… ab bhi wahi tej hai. college mein dekhte rehta hoon. Har din. Tu samajhti nahi hogi kitni alag dikhne lagi hai.”
Unhone meri nighty ke straps ko ungliyon se touch kiya. “Yeh kapda… tere jism ko chhupa nahi paata. Chunchiyan… pehle se bhaari hain. Main dekh sakta hoon jab tu class mein baithti hai.”
Mainne aankhein neeche ki. Unki awaaz bilkul dheemi thi, lekin har word clear.
“Aaj raat… koi nahi aayega yahan. Main dekh chuka hoon. Security neeche hai.”
Unhone pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche sarkaye. Nighty mere kandhon se phisalne lagi. Unhone dheere-dheere usse neeche kiya. Nighty meri chunchiyon se hote hue kamar tak aayi, phir bilkul neeche gir gayi. Ab main sirf panty mein thi.
Sharma sir ne ek kadam peeche hat kar mujhe dekha. Unki nazar meri nangi chunchiyon par thi — 36 ki, soft, thodi bhaari, nipples air mein tight.
“Bahut khoobsurat…” unhone dheere se kaha. “Itni soft, itni bhaari. Jab pehli baar staff room mein dabaayi thi na… tab se yaad hai. Ab toh aur bhi… filled ho gayi hain.”
Unhone haath badha kar meri dono chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Halkaa sa dabaya. Shape feel kiya. Anguthe se nipples ko ghumaya. Mainne saans li — tez.
“Dekh, kaise respond karti hain yeh. Thoda sa touch aur tight ho jaati hain.”
Unhone jhuk kar meri right chunchi ke kareeb muh le gaye. Garam saans meri skin par padi. Phir unhone halka sa hoth lagaya — choosa nahi, bas touch kiya. Phir doosri taraf.
Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin boli nahi.
Unhone meri panty ke elastic mein ungliyaan daali. Dheere-dheere neeche sarkane lage. Panty meri hips se phisalti hui neeche gir gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi us dim light mein.
Sharma sir ne phir se ek kadam peeche hat kar poori body dekhi. Unki nazar meri chunchiyon se neeche gayi — pet, phir meri chut, phir meri thighs.
“Poori… bilkul poori nangi,” unhone dheeme se kaha. “college ki ladki… ab bilkul aurat jaisi body. Kulhe bhi bhaari ho gaye hain. Main notice karta hoon jab tu chalk par chalti hai.”
Unhone haath badha kar meri hips ko pakda. Dono haathon se. “Haan… filled. Soft.”
Phir unhone meri chut ke upar haath pher a. Ungli se halka sa touch kiya. “Yahan bhi… pehle se alag lagti hai.”
Main khadi rahi. Saans bhaari thi. Unki aankhein meri aankhon mein mili.
“Bol kuch,” unhone kaha. “Dar rahi hai? Ya… pasand aa raha hai?”
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Sir… koi aa jayega toh…”
“Nahi aayega,” unhone cut kiya. “Main dekh chuka hoon. Ab sirf tu aur main.”
Unhone mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Meri nangi chunchiyan unki shirt se takra gayiin. Unhone mera chehra upar uthaya aur dheere se bola,
“Aaj raat main tujhe aise hi dekhna chahta hoon. Nangi. Mere saamne. Tu chup rehna… jaise hamesha rehti hai.”
Unhone meri chunchiyon ko phir se dono haathon mein liya. Dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko pinch kiya. Mainne aankhein band kar liin. Halki siskari nikal gayi.
“Ahh…”
“Haan… aise,” unhone kaha. “Awaaz nikaal. Yahan koi nahi sunega.”
Unhone thodi der aur meri body ko haathon se explore kiya — chunchiyan, pet, hips, thighs, phir wapas chunchiyan. Har touch ke saath woh tarif karte rahe.
“Itni soft skin…
Itni perfect shape…
Class mein baithti hai toh kaise control karta hoon main…
Aaj raat poori tarah se dekh liya tujhe…”
Main nangi khadi rahi unke saamne. Dim light mein, andhere room mein, unke haathon mein. Unki baatein meri skin par padti rahi, unke haath meri body par phirte rahe.
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Sharma sir ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko haathon se sahlaate hue kaha, “Ab let ja.”
Unhone mujhe us purane mattress par litaya. Neeche thoda rough tha, lekin unhone ek clean bedsheet bichha di thi pehle se. Meri peeth uspar lagi. Dim light mein meri nangi body unke saamne thi — chunchiyan upar ko uth i hui, nipples tight, taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thin.
Unhone apni shirt ke buttons khole, pant neeche sarkayi. Underwear ke saath hi sab kuch utaar diya. Unka lund hard tha, nasein phooli hui. Woh mere upar aaye. Apne haath se meri taangein kholiin. Lund ko meri geeli chut ke muhane par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.
Poora lund andar chala gaya. Unhone thodi der ruk kar mujhe feel karne diya, phir dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Missionary mein. Har thrust pe meri chunchiyan hilti thin. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur dabate hue chodne lage.
“Ahh… ahh… dheere… ahh…”
Thodi der baad unhone kaha, “Ab mud ja.”
Mainne unki baat maani. Unhone mujhe ulta kiya. Haath aage, gaand upar — doggy position. Mattress par meri kohniyaan tik gayi. Sharma sir mere peeche aa gaye. Unhone meri gaand ke lobes dono haathon se khole, apna lund meri chut ke muhane par tikaya, aur ek gehre dhakke mein andar tak ghusaya.
“AHHH…!”
Uske baad unhone rukna nahi tha. Peeche se dhakke shuru ho gaye — pehle medium, phir tezz. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap… thap…
Geeli, mazboot awaaz room mein gunjne lagi.
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahh…”
Unhone meri kamar pakad li. Ungliyan meri soft skin mein gaar gayi. Dhakke aur gehre ho gaye. Har baar lund poora andar jata, unke balls meri clit se takrate, aur thap ki awaaz nikalti.
Thap-thap-thap-thap…
Mera jism aage-peeche hil raha tha. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Main mattress ko pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… tez… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri ek chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue dhakke maarte rahe. Pace badhta gaya.
Ab thap-thap ki awaaz aur tezz thi. Meri chut bilkul geeli thi, uske lund ko choos rahi thi. Har dhakke pe sticky awaaz nikalti—
Thap… thap… thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… sir… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh…”
Unhone meri dono chunchiyon ko neeche se pakad liya. Masalte hue, dabate hue peeche se chodte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab unchi thi, room ki diwaron se takra rahi thin.
“AHHH… ahhh… deep… ahhh… ahhh…”
Garam mahaul poori tarah set ho chuka tha. Paseena dono ke jism par chamak raha tha. Meri gaand unke har dhakke se hilti, unke pet se takrati. Thap-thap ki continuous awaaz, meri geeli chut ki sticky sound, aur meri siskariyan — sab mil kar room mein ek garm, bhaari mahaul bana rahe the.
Unhone meri baal pakad liye. Halkaa sa kheench a. Angle change hua. Lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—
“AHHHH… ahhh… bas wahi… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Dhakke ab bahut tezz the. Har thrust pe meri body aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haathon mein compress ho rahi thin. Main mattress mein muh god liye siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ki saansen bhi bhaari ho chuki thin. Unhone meri kamar aur zor se pakdi aur last ke dhakke maare — gehre, mazboot, continuous. Phir unki body tight ho gayi.
“Ahhh… le… andar…”
Unhone apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya. Garam, thick cum ki dhaar andar jaane lagi. Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko mazbooti se squeeze kiya. Siskariyan control ke baahar thin—
“AHHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh… bhar diya… ahhh…”
Woh kuch der aise hi peeche jude rahe. Halka-halka thrust dete hue last drops nikaalte rahe. Meri chut unke cum se bhari hui thi. Thoda sa bahar nikal kar meri thighs par behne laga.
Aakhir mein unhone lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki sticky line meri chut se nikal kar mattress par giri. Main doggy position mein hi haafte hue padi rahi — gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche, saans phoolti hui.
Sharma sir ne meri gaand par halkaa sa haath pher a. “Bahut garam thi aaj… awaaze bhi.”
Main kuch nahi boli. Sirf mattress par hi leti rahi, unke cum ko apni chut mein feel karti hui.
Bahar raat gehre thi.
Room mein ab sirf hamari bhaari saansen thi…
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Abhi Sharma sir ka cum meri chut se tipak raha tha. Main doggy position mein hi mattress par haafte hue padi thi — nangi, gaand upar, chunchiyan neeche latki hui. Sharma sir mere peeche khade the, khud bhi nange, saans ab bhi bhaari. Unhone abhi-abhi lund bahar nikaala tha.
Tabhi…
Thak-thak-thak.
Darwaze par dastak hui.
Dono ekdam se kaath ke putle ban gaye. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin. Mainne turant mattress se bedsheet kheench kar apne jism par daalne ki koshish ki, lekin pehle hi dastak phir se hui — is baar tez.
“Kaun hai andar? Darwaza kholo!”
Awaaz aurat ki thi. Pehchaan si lagi. Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unke chehre par darr saaf tha. Unhone jaldi se apni pant uthayi, lekin pehne bina hi darwaze ki taraf badhe. Main bedsheet ko apne jism par kheench kar baith gayi, chunchiyan aur neeche ab bhi nange the.
Sharma sir ne kundi kholi.
Darwaza khulte hi bahar khadi thi — Miss Rina.
Hamari college ki English teacher. 54 saal ki. Baal mein halka sa safed, spectacles, hamesha saree mein rehne wali. Strict image. Unki aankhein pehle Sharma sir ke nange seene par gayi, phir andar meri taraf. Bedsheet meri poori body cover nahi kar pa rahi thi. Meri nangi taangein, meri chunchiyon ka upar ka hissa, aur Sharma sir ka ab bhi half-hard lund — sab unki nazar mein tha.
Miss Rina ki aankhein phail gayiin. Ek second ke liye woh silent rahi. Phir unhone dheere se darwaza aur khola aur andar aa gayi. Peeche se kundi laga di.
“Yeh… kya chal raha hai yahan?” unki awaaz mein gussa aur hairani dono thi.
Sharma sir peeche hatte hue bole, “Rina… yeh… samajh lo… galti se…”
“Galti?” Miss Rina ne cut kiya. Unki nazar phir meri taraf gayi. Mainne bedsheet ko aur kheench liya. “Yeh ladki nangi hai. Tu nanga hai. Hotel ke service room mein. college tour par. Main bahar sab teachers ko bulaaun? Principal ko phone karun?”
Sharma sir ka chehra phika pad gaya. “Rina please… mat… meri naukri… uski izzat…”
Miss Rina ne haath uthaya. “Chup. Main soch rahi hoon.”
Woh dheere-dheere andar aayi. Meri taraf dekhti rahi. Unki nazar meri bedsheet ke neeche se jhalakti nangi skin par thi. Phir Sharma sir ke jism par. Unhone spectacles theek kiye aur ajeeb si halki muskurahat ke saath boli—
“Tum dono… abhi… kar rahe the?”
Sharma sir ne sir jhukaya. Main chup rahi.
Miss Rina ne ek chair ki taraf ishara kiya aur khud uspar baith gayi. Saree sambhalte hue boli, “Darwaza band hai. Bahar koi nahi aayega. Ab seedhi baat karti hoon.”
Unhone meri taraf dekha. “Anita, tu bedsheet hata. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”
Mainne nazar uthayi. Sharma sir ne bhi unki taraf dekha.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Main dhamki de sakti hoon. Bahar jaakar sab ko bata sakti hoon. Lekin… main aisa nahi karungi. Agar tum log meri ek baat maan lo.”
Sharma sir ne ummeed se poocha, “Kya baat?”
Miss Rina ne apni aankhein meri nangi taangon par daalte hue kaha, “Main cuckold type ki aurat hoon. Samajhte ho na matlab? Mujhe khud sex karna pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi kiya shadi ke baad bhi k hi kabhi hi husband ko karne diya he… husband ke saath bhi sirf formality thi. Lekin… mujhe dekhna bahut pasand hai. Do logon ko nange, chudai karte hue dekhna. Unki awaaze sunna, unke jism ki thap-thap, siskariyan… yeh dekh kar main… satisfy ho jaati hoon.”
Room mein ekdam khamoshi chha gayi.
Main samajh nahi paayi turant. Sharma sir ki aankhein phail gayiin.
Miss Rina ne aage kaha, “Main neeche se aawaazein sun rahi thi. Isliye aayi. Ab main yahin baithungi. Tum dono jaari rakho. Jo kar rahe the, woh poora karo. Main dekhungi. Agar mana kiya… toh kal subah pure college tour group ke saamne yeh story sunaa dungi. Samajh gaye?”
Sharma sir ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein sawal tha. Mainne dheere se sir hilaya — majboori mein.
Miss Rina ne muskurate hue kaha, “Accha. Toh bedsheet hata Anita. Poori nangi ho ja. Sharma… tu bhi pant poori utaar. Main clearly dekhna chahti hoon.”
Haath kaampte hue mainne bedsheet hata diya. Meri nangi body phir se dim light mein aa gayi — chunchiyan, cum se geeli chut, thighs. Sharma sir ne bhi apni pant poori utaar di. Ab dono phir se nange the.
Miss Rina ne chair par baith kar apni saree sambhali aur boli, “Ab continue karo. Pehle jaisi position. Doggy. Main yahin se dekhungi. Awaaze mat rokna. Jo bhi natural ho, woh nikalne dena.”
Sharma sir mere peeche aaye. Unhone meri kamar pakdi. Mainne haath aage kiye, gaand upar ki. Miss Rina ki nazar seedha meri khuli hui position par thi.
Sharma sir ne apna lund meri chut par tikaya aur dheere se andar dhakel diya.
“Ahhh…” meri siskari nikal gayi.
Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa aage jhuk kar kaha, “Haan… aise. Ab chodho isse. Tez. Main dekhna chahti hoon.”
Sharma sir ne dhakke shuru kar diye. Thap… thap… thap…
Main mattress pakde hue siskariyan nikaal rahi thi, aur kone mein 54 saal ki Miss Rina baithi thin — spectacles ke peeche se humein dekhte hue, unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna ka mixture.
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ANITA PATEL
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