Mera naam Rajveer hai. Main 20 saal ka hu, Delhi ke ek reputed engineering college mein second year mein padhta hu. Average looks – 5'10" height, athletic build gym se, fair complexion, aur confident personality jo girls ko attract karti hai. Lekin meri zindagi mein sabse bada turning point aaya jab meri physics teacher, Miss Anjali Sharma, ne mujhe private tuition offer ki.
Miss Anjali 32 saal ki thi, unmarried, aur college mein sabki crush. Woh bomb lagti thi – 5'7" height, hourglass figure 36-28-38. Perfectly toned body yoga aur gym se, glowing wheatish skin, shoulder tak straight black hair jo hamesha open rehte, badi badi black aankhein kajal se lined, sharp nose, aur juicy pink lips jo lecture dete waqt smile karti to dimples aate. Uske boobs heavy lekin firm the – tight shirts mein button strain karte, deep neck tops mein cleavage jo distract karta tha class mein. Slim waist, flared hips, aur round tight gaand jo pencil skirts ya saree mein killer curve dikhati. Woh strict thi class mein, lekin soft spoken aur caring. Rumors the ki uska past mein serious breakup hua tha, isliye marriage nahi ki.
Physics mein mere marks low the. Ek din class ke baad woh mujhe ruki. "Rajveer, tum intelligent ho lekin focus nahi hai. Private tuition chahiye? Mere ghar pe, weekend pe."
Mera dil zor se dhadka. "Yes ma'am, zaroor."
Pehli tuition uske small cozy apartment mein. Woh casual thi – blue jeans aur white fitted top, hair open. Ghar mein akeli rehti thi. Hum study table pe baith gaye. Woh explain kar rahi thi, lekin meri nazar uske cleavage pe – top low cut tha, bra ki lace dikh rahi thi. Usne notice kiya lekin ignore kiya, halki smile di.
Tuition ke baad chai banayi. Baatein personal hui. "Rajveer, girlfriend hai?"
"Nahi ma'am, serious nahi hui abhi."
"Acha? Handsome ladke ho, surprised hu." Woh tease kar rahi thi.
Dheere dheere closeness badhi. Tuition regular hui – week mein 3-4 din. Study ke saath life talks – uska loneliness (family out of town, no boyfriend after breakup), mera stress college aur future ka. Woh elder sister jaise feel hone lagi, lekin attraction strong tha.
Ek din heavy rain tha. Tuition ke baad bahar barish tez. "Ruk jao Rajveer, cab nahi milegi."
Hum sofa pe baith gaye wine ke saath (usne offer ki relaxation ke liye). Alcohol ne inhibitions low kiye. Baatein intimate hui – usne past breakup bataya, kaise ex ne cheat kiya, ab trust issues. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
Maine comfort kiya, haath pakda. "Ma'am, aap deserve better."
Woh mere shoulder pe sir rakh diya. Uski scent – jasmine perfume aur body warmth – intoxicating. Maine baal sehlaye. Woh uplift hui, mujhe dekha – aankhon mein vulnerability aur desire mix.
"Rajveer... tum different ho. Caring."
Maine forehead kiss kiya. Woh freeze nahi hui. Phir cheeks, phir lips pe soft touch. Woh respond – pehle hesitant, phir passionate. Hum kiss karne lage deeply – 20 minute tak, hands exploring. Mere haath uski back pe, waist pe, phir hips pe. Uski soft skin feel hui top ke upar se.
Woh alag hui breathless. "Rajveer... yeh galat hai. Main teacher hu, tum student."
"Lekin ma'am, feelings real hain. Aap bhi akeli ho, main bhi. Koi hurt nahi hoga."
Emotional talk – woh confess ki attracted hai mujhse starting se, mera dedication, maturity. Desire jeet gaya.
Bedroom mein gaye. Lights dim. Maine uska top slowly utara – black push-up bra mein perfect boobs. Bra kholi – gore, heavy lekin perky, large pink areolas, erect nipples. Maine admire kiya minutes tak – shape, weight haath mein le kar, softness. Phir worship kiya – kiss neck se shuru, collarbone, phir boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein, gently suck, tongue flick. Dusra haath se massage, circle fingers. Woh arch back, moan softly, "Rajveer... itne tenderly koi nahi kiya... aaaahhhh slowly... ab harder!"
Maine intensity badha – suck zor se, light bite, pull nipples teeth se. Woh wild ho gayi, hands mere head mein, body twist. 30 minute boobs worship – woh 1 small orgasm se shake hui just from that.
Jeans utari – matching black lace panty, wet spot visible. Panty slowly down – chut trimmed hair ke saath, swollen pink lips, glistening. Divine smell. Maine thighs kiss kiye inner, tease kiya. Phir outer lips lick, taste kiya juices. Clit expose kiya tongue se – gentle circles, up down. Ek ungli daali – extremely tight, velvety wet. Curve karke G-spot rub. Dusri ungli add ki, scissor motion.
Woh bed sheet clutch kar rahi, legs tremble, "Rajveer... expert ho tum... oh god... faster... finger fuck me!"
Speed badha – tongue clit pe fast, fingers deep thrust. Woh massive orgasm – body convulse, squirt lightly, juices mere face pe. Taste amazing.
Usne mera clothes utare – body praise ki gym toned. Lund dekha – 8 inch, thick, veiny. "Perfect Rajveer... bigger and better."
Blowjob divine – pehle tease tip tongue se, pre-cum lick. Phir slow deep, eye contact. Half andar, haath twist base pe. Balls suck gently. Deep throat – gag but manage. 15 minute – main close, warned. Woh continue, swallow full load.
Penetration – missionary. Lund ragda clit pe, coated juices se. Slow entry – head andar, woh gasp "Too thick... slow!" Inch by inch – tightness incredible. Poora andar – full feel. Still 2 minute – connected feel, kiss karte.
Slow deep strokes shuru – rhythm sensual. Phir faster. Boobs bounce, main suck. Legs shoulder pe – deeper angle. Woh nails scratch back, "Deeper Rajveer... own me... haaannn!"
Multiple orgasms uske – chut pulse mera lund. Position changes: cowgirl – woh ride slow then wild, boobs face pe. Doggy – gaand view perfect, thappad light, hair pull. Spooning – intimate, neck bite.
Creampie – "Inside beta... safe hu." Deep thrust, load fill.
Raat bhar 6 rounds – oral mutual, anal tease (fingers), shower sex. Anal full 1 mahine baad – slow prep, virgin tight, woh addicted.
Affair 1 saal chala – emotional deep (love confess), physical wild (BDSM light, public tease). College secret raha.
Ab woh engaged hai, lekin memories eternal. Yeh teacher-student forbidden love ka peak tha.
Miss Anjali 32 saal ki thi, unmarried, aur college mein sabki crush. Woh bomb lagti thi – 5'7" height, hourglass figure 36-28-38. Perfectly toned body yoga aur gym se, glowing wheatish skin, shoulder tak straight black hair jo hamesha open rehte, badi badi black aankhein kajal se lined, sharp nose, aur juicy pink lips jo lecture dete waqt smile karti to dimples aate. Uske boobs heavy lekin firm the – tight shirts mein button strain karte, deep neck tops mein cleavage jo distract karta tha class mein. Slim waist, flared hips, aur round tight gaand jo pencil skirts ya saree mein killer curve dikhati. Woh strict thi class mein, lekin soft spoken aur caring. Rumors the ki uska past mein serious breakup hua tha, isliye marriage nahi ki.
Physics mein mere marks low the. Ek din class ke baad woh mujhe ruki. "Rajveer, tum intelligent ho lekin focus nahi hai. Private tuition chahiye? Mere ghar pe, weekend pe."
Mera dil zor se dhadka. "Yes ma'am, zaroor."
Pehli tuition uske small cozy apartment mein. Woh casual thi – blue jeans aur white fitted top, hair open. Ghar mein akeli rehti thi. Hum study table pe baith gaye. Woh explain kar rahi thi, lekin meri nazar uske cleavage pe – top low cut tha, bra ki lace dikh rahi thi. Usne notice kiya lekin ignore kiya, halki smile di.
Tuition ke baad chai banayi. Baatein personal hui. "Rajveer, girlfriend hai?"
"Nahi ma'am, serious nahi hui abhi."
"Acha? Handsome ladke ho, surprised hu." Woh tease kar rahi thi.
Dheere dheere closeness badhi. Tuition regular hui – week mein 3-4 din. Study ke saath life talks – uska loneliness (family out of town, no boyfriend after breakup), mera stress college aur future ka. Woh elder sister jaise feel hone lagi, lekin attraction strong tha.
Ek din heavy rain tha. Tuition ke baad bahar barish tez. "Ruk jao Rajveer, cab nahi milegi."
Hum sofa pe baith gaye wine ke saath (usne offer ki relaxation ke liye). Alcohol ne inhibitions low kiye. Baatein intimate hui – usne past breakup bataya, kaise ex ne cheat kiya, ab trust issues. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
Maine comfort kiya, haath pakda. "Ma'am, aap deserve better."
Woh mere shoulder pe sir rakh diya. Uski scent – jasmine perfume aur body warmth – intoxicating. Maine baal sehlaye. Woh uplift hui, mujhe dekha – aankhon mein vulnerability aur desire mix.
"Rajveer... tum different ho. Caring."
Maine forehead kiss kiya. Woh freeze nahi hui. Phir cheeks, phir lips pe soft touch. Woh respond – pehle hesitant, phir passionate. Hum kiss karne lage deeply – 20 minute tak, hands exploring. Mere haath uski back pe, waist pe, phir hips pe. Uski soft skin feel hui top ke upar se.
Woh alag hui breathless. "Rajveer... yeh galat hai. Main teacher hu, tum student."
"Lekin ma'am, feelings real hain. Aap bhi akeli ho, main bhi. Koi hurt nahi hoga."
Emotional talk – woh confess ki attracted hai mujhse starting se, mera dedication, maturity. Desire jeet gaya.
Bedroom mein gaye. Lights dim. Maine uska top slowly utara – black push-up bra mein perfect boobs. Bra kholi – gore, heavy lekin perky, large pink areolas, erect nipples. Maine admire kiya minutes tak – shape, weight haath mein le kar, softness. Phir worship kiya – kiss neck se shuru, collarbone, phir boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein, gently suck, tongue flick. Dusra haath se massage, circle fingers. Woh arch back, moan softly, "Rajveer... itne tenderly koi nahi kiya... aaaahhhh slowly... ab harder!"
Maine intensity badha – suck zor se, light bite, pull nipples teeth se. Woh wild ho gayi, hands mere head mein, body twist. 30 minute boobs worship – woh 1 small orgasm se shake hui just from that.
Jeans utari – matching black lace panty, wet spot visible. Panty slowly down – chut trimmed hair ke saath, swollen pink lips, glistening. Divine smell. Maine thighs kiss kiye inner, tease kiya. Phir outer lips lick, taste kiya juices. Clit expose kiya tongue se – gentle circles, up down. Ek ungli daali – extremely tight, velvety wet. Curve karke G-spot rub. Dusri ungli add ki, scissor motion.
Woh bed sheet clutch kar rahi, legs tremble, "Rajveer... expert ho tum... oh god... faster... finger fuck me!"
Speed badha – tongue clit pe fast, fingers deep thrust. Woh massive orgasm – body convulse, squirt lightly, juices mere face pe. Taste amazing.
Usne mera clothes utare – body praise ki gym toned. Lund dekha – 8 inch, thick, veiny. "Perfect Rajveer... bigger and better."
Blowjob divine – pehle tease tip tongue se, pre-cum lick. Phir slow deep, eye contact. Half andar, haath twist base pe. Balls suck gently. Deep throat – gag but manage. 15 minute – main close, warned. Woh continue, swallow full load.
Penetration – missionary. Lund ragda clit pe, coated juices se. Slow entry – head andar, woh gasp "Too thick... slow!" Inch by inch – tightness incredible. Poora andar – full feel. Still 2 minute – connected feel, kiss karte.
Slow deep strokes shuru – rhythm sensual. Phir faster. Boobs bounce, main suck. Legs shoulder pe – deeper angle. Woh nails scratch back, "Deeper Rajveer... own me... haaannn!"
Multiple orgasms uske – chut pulse mera lund. Position changes: cowgirl – woh ride slow then wild, boobs face pe. Doggy – gaand view perfect, thappad light, hair pull. Spooning – intimate, neck bite.
Creampie – "Inside beta... safe hu." Deep thrust, load fill.
Raat bhar 6 rounds – oral mutual, anal tease (fingers), shower sex. Anal full 1 mahine baad – slow prep, virgin tight, woh addicted.
Affair 1 saal chala – emotional deep (love confess), physical wild (BDSM light, public tease). College secret raha.
Ab woh engaged hai, lekin memories eternal. Yeh teacher-student forbidden love ka peak tha.