Hi, my name is Amit Joshi, aur yeh meri woh sachchi kahani hai jo main apne college life ka sabse secret aur mazedaar chapter maanta hoon. Main 23 saal ka tha tab, Pune ke ek reputed engineering college mein final year mein tha. Padhai mein average tha, lekin college mein sabse zyada dhyan meri ek teacher pe tha – Mrs. Priya Sharma, umar 32 saal ki, married, lekin husband abroad job pe tha. Woh computer science ki lecturer thi – fair skin, lambe straight baal jo woh ponytail mein bandhti thi, figure 36D-28-36, boobs bade aur blouse mein ubhar aate the, kamar patli, gaand round jo saree mein hilti thi jab woh blackboard pe likhti thi. Woh hamesha professional saree pehenti thi – silk ya chiffon, low blouse, aur jab woh jhuk kar padhati thi toh cleavage dikh jaata tha jo class ke ladkon ko pagal kar deta tha.
Pehle toh main bhi sirf dekhta rehta tha – class mein back bench se uske boobs aur hips pe nazar, kabhi kabhi woh notice karti aur muskurati, lekin kuch nahi bolti. Phir semester exams ke time extra classes shuru hue. Woh mujhe weak subject mein help ke liye bulati thi – "Amit, after college tuition room mein aa jana." Tuition room college ke top floor pe tha, chhota sa cabin jaisa, sirf ek table, chairs, aur whiteboard. Pehle kuch sessions normal the – woh padhati, main notes banata. Lekin dheere dheere cheezein change hone lagi.
Ek din shaam 6 baje tuition thi, college khali ho chuka tha. Woh blue saree pehni thi, blouse tight, pallu thoda loose. Padhate hue woh mere paas aayi, chair pe baith gayi mere bagal mein. Uske haath mere haath pe touch ho gaye notes dete hue. Woh boli, "Amit… focus karo… dimag kahan hai?" Maine sharma ke bola, "Ma'am… aapke paas baithne se dhyan bhatak jaata hai." Woh hasi, "Sharma mat… main bhi insaan hoon." Phir usne dheere se mera haath pakda, "Tu smart hai… bas thoda confidence chahiye."
Us din se touches badhne lage – woh mere shoulder pe haath rakhti, kabhi baalon mein ungliyan pher deti, kabhi jhuk kar padhate hue boobs mere kandhe pe dab jaate. Mera lund har baar khada ho jaata. Ek shaam bijli gayi hui thi, sirf emergency light thi. Woh boli, "Amit… garmi lag rahi hai… fan nahi chal raha." Saree ka pallu slip ho gaya, cleavage deep dikh gaya. Maine nazar nahi hata paya. Woh notice kiya, "Kya dekh raha hai itni der se?" Maine bola, "Ma'am… aap bahut sundar ho… control nahi hota." Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Yeh galat hai Amit… main married hoon, teri teacher hoon."
Lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Maine himmat karke uske haath ko apne haath mein liya, ungliyan interlock ki. Woh kaanp uthi. Maine uske chehre ke paas gaya, lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh freeze ho gayi, phir jawab di – soft kiss, phir hungry. Hum dono passionate kiss karne lage, tongue andar, saliva mix. Mera haath uske blouse pe gaya, boobs dabaye over the fabric. "Ahh… Amit… dheere… koi aa jayega." Maine bola, "College khali hai ma'am… sirf hum hain."
Blouse ke hooks khole – black lacy bra mein boobs ubhar aaye. Bra ka hook khola, boobs bahar – heavy, round, brown nipples erect. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se, tongue se circle. "Mmm… ma'am… tere boobs kitne tasty… itne din se chusna chahta tha." Woh moan kar rahi thi, haath mere sar mein, "Haan student… chus apni teacher ke doodh… zor se." Main dusre ko pinch karta raha, woh tadap uthi.
Niche haath gaya, saree upar ki, petticoat niche. Panty gili thi bohot. Utari – trimmed pussy, lips swollen, clit ubhra. Fingers se rub kiya. "Ahhh… Amit… andar daal ungli… haan… teacher ki chut garam hai tere liye." Do fingers andar daale, pump karne laga. Woh table pe jhuk gayi, hips utha rahi thi. "Haan… finger fuck kar… tez… main jhadne wali hoon!" Speed badhaya, thumb clit pe. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhhh… student… teacher cumming hai… haan!"
Phir woh table pe baith gayi, meri pant kholi. Lund bahar – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera student ka lund… kitna hard." Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep, cheeks hollow, saliva dripping. Main moan kar raha tha, "Ma'am… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main usko table pe litaya, saree pura upar, taangein failayi wide. Lund chut pe ragda, teasing. "Ma'am… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan Amit… apni teacher ki chut mein lund daal… chod mujhe desk pe." Dheere se push kiya, pura andar – tight, hot, gripping. "Ahhh… ma'am… teri chut kitni mast… feels like heaven." Slow thrusts se shuru – har andar bahar mein uski expressions dekhta, aankhen band, lips bite. "Haan… aise hi… dheere… phir zor se."
Speed badhaya – table hil raha tha, wet slapping sounds classroom mein gunj rahe the. Uske boobs hil rahe the, main dabata raha. "Feel kar ma'am… mera lund kitna gehra ja raha hai teri chut mein." Woh boli, "Haan student… zor se… phaad de teacher ki chut… husband se zyada mazaa de!"
Position change – doggy style table pe. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara. "Le ma'am… teri gaand kitni soft… roz class mein dekhta tha." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… fuck your teacher like a slut!"
Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, lund pe bounce. Boobs mere muh ke paas, main chus raha tha. Woh tez tez, "Ahhh… Amit… main phir jhadne wali… haan!" Main neeche se dhakke maare.
Multiple rounds – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay. Ek round mein main uski chut chaat raha tha desk pe, doosre mein woh mujhe blowjob de rahi thi chair pe. Emotions mix – guilt ki married teacher ke saath, lekin lust overpower.
Last round missionary table pe. Taangein kandhon pe, deep thrusts. "Ma'am… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Woh boli, "Haan student… bhar de… teacher ki chut ko apna maal daal… pregnant kar de mujhe!" Zor se dhakka maara, cum andar – garam jets, overflow. Woh saath jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… tera maal… garam… feel ho raha hai!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye table pe, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli. Lund abhi andar, cum tapak raha. Ma'am ne kiss kiya, "Amit… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin extra classes continue rahengi." Maine bola, "Haan ma'am… ab se har tuition aisa hi."
Us din se tuition ka time badal gaya – padhai ke baad wild sex classroom mein, kabhi store room mein, kabhi lab mein. Har baar jab woh blackboard pe likhti thi, main sochta tha – yeh teacher meri hai ab. Yeh hamara forbidden affair tha – student aur teacher ka, jo college khatam hone ke baad bhi chalta raha.
Pehle toh main bhi sirf dekhta rehta tha – class mein back bench se uske boobs aur hips pe nazar, kabhi kabhi woh notice karti aur muskurati, lekin kuch nahi bolti. Phir semester exams ke time extra classes shuru hue. Woh mujhe weak subject mein help ke liye bulati thi – "Amit, after college tuition room mein aa jana." Tuition room college ke top floor pe tha, chhota sa cabin jaisa, sirf ek table, chairs, aur whiteboard. Pehle kuch sessions normal the – woh padhati, main notes banata. Lekin dheere dheere cheezein change hone lagi.
Ek din shaam 6 baje tuition thi, college khali ho chuka tha. Woh blue saree pehni thi, blouse tight, pallu thoda loose. Padhate hue woh mere paas aayi, chair pe baith gayi mere bagal mein. Uske haath mere haath pe touch ho gaye notes dete hue. Woh boli, "Amit… focus karo… dimag kahan hai?" Maine sharma ke bola, "Ma'am… aapke paas baithne se dhyan bhatak jaata hai." Woh hasi, "Sharma mat… main bhi insaan hoon." Phir usne dheere se mera haath pakda, "Tu smart hai… bas thoda confidence chahiye."
Us din se touches badhne lage – woh mere shoulder pe haath rakhti, kabhi baalon mein ungliyan pher deti, kabhi jhuk kar padhate hue boobs mere kandhe pe dab jaate. Mera lund har baar khada ho jaata. Ek shaam bijli gayi hui thi, sirf emergency light thi. Woh boli, "Amit… garmi lag rahi hai… fan nahi chal raha." Saree ka pallu slip ho gaya, cleavage deep dikh gaya. Maine nazar nahi hata paya. Woh notice kiya, "Kya dekh raha hai itni der se?" Maine bola, "Ma'am… aap bahut sundar ho… control nahi hota." Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Yeh galat hai Amit… main married hoon, teri teacher hoon."
Lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Maine himmat karke uske haath ko apne haath mein liya, ungliyan interlock ki. Woh kaanp uthi. Maine uske chehre ke paas gaya, lips pe dheere se kiss kar diya. Woh freeze ho gayi, phir jawab di – soft kiss, phir hungry. Hum dono passionate kiss karne lage, tongue andar, saliva mix. Mera haath uske blouse pe gaya, boobs dabaye over the fabric. "Ahh… Amit… dheere… koi aa jayega." Maine bola, "College khali hai ma'am… sirf hum hain."
Blouse ke hooks khole – black lacy bra mein boobs ubhar aaye. Bra ka hook khola, boobs bahar – heavy, round, brown nipples erect. Main muh mein liya, chusne laga zor se, tongue se circle. "Mmm… ma'am… tere boobs kitne tasty… itne din se chusna chahta tha." Woh moan kar rahi thi, haath mere sar mein, "Haan student… chus apni teacher ke doodh… zor se." Main dusre ko pinch karta raha, woh tadap uthi.
Niche haath gaya, saree upar ki, petticoat niche. Panty gili thi bohot. Utari – trimmed pussy, lips swollen, clit ubhra. Fingers se rub kiya. "Ahhh… Amit… andar daal ungli… haan… teacher ki chut garam hai tere liye." Do fingers andar daale, pump karne laga. Woh table pe jhuk gayi, hips utha rahi thi. "Haan… finger fuck kar… tez… main jhadne wali hoon!" Speed badhaya, thumb clit pe. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhhh… student… teacher cumming hai… haan!"
Phir woh table pe baith gayi, meri pant kholi. Lund bahar – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera student ka lund… kitna hard." Usne haath se hilaya, phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep, cheeks hollow, saliva dripping. Main moan kar raha tha, "Ma'am… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main usko table pe litaya, saree pura upar, taangein failayi wide. Lund chut pe ragda, teasing. "Ma'am… andar daalun?" Woh boli, "Haan Amit… apni teacher ki chut mein lund daal… chod mujhe desk pe." Dheere se push kiya, pura andar – tight, hot, gripping. "Ahhh… ma'am… teri chut kitni mast… feels like heaven." Slow thrusts se shuru – har andar bahar mein uski expressions dekhta, aankhen band, lips bite. "Haan… aise hi… dheere… phir zor se."
Speed badhaya – table hil raha tha, wet slapping sounds classroom mein gunj rahe the. Uske boobs hil rahe the, main dabata raha. "Feel kar ma'am… mera lund kitna gehra ja raha hai teri chut mein." Woh boli, "Haan student… zor se… phaad de teacher ki chut… husband se zyada mazaa de!"
Position change – doggy style table pe. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara. "Le ma'am… teri gaand kitni soft… roz class mein dekhta tha." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… zor se… thappad maar… fuck your teacher like a slut!"
Phir cowgirl – woh upar baith gayi, lund pe bounce. Boobs mere muh ke paas, main chus raha tha. Woh tez tez, "Ahhh… Amit… main phir jhadne wali… haan!" Main neeche se dhakke maare.
Multiple rounds – break lete, kiss karte, foreplay. Ek round mein main uski chut chaat raha tha desk pe, doosre mein woh mujhe blowjob de rahi thi chair pe. Emotions mix – guilt ki married teacher ke saath, lekin lust overpower.
Last round missionary table pe. Taangein kandhon pe, deep thrusts. "Ma'am… jhadne wala hoon… andar hi?" Woh boli, "Haan student… bhar de… teacher ki chut ko apna maal daal… pregnant kar de mujhe!" Zor se dhakka maara, cum andar – garam jets, overflow. Woh saath jhad gayi, "Ahhhh… tera maal… garam… feel ho raha hai!"
Hum dono thak ke let gaye table pe, sweat se bheeg gaye, saans phooli. Lund abhi andar, cum tapak raha. Ma'am ne kiss kiya, "Amit… yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin extra classes continue rahengi." Maine bola, "Haan ma'am… ab se har tuition aisa hi."
Us din se tuition ka time badal gaya – padhai ke baad wild sex classroom mein, kabhi store room mein, kabhi lab mein. Har baar jab woh blackboard pe likhti thi, main sochta tha – yeh teacher meri hai ab. Yeh hamara forbidden affair tha – student aur teacher ka, jo college khatam hone ke baad bhi chalta raha.