Mera naam Aisha hai. Umra 21 saal. Main Delhi ke ek reputed college mein B.A. English final year ki student hoon – ghar se commute karti hoon, lekin classes ke baad library mein time bitati hoon. Meri family conservative hai – papa 48 saal ke, government job mein clerk hain, maa 45 saal ki, housewife, aur ek chhota bhai 18 saal ka, school mein padhta hai. Bachpan se life strict thi – school mein uniform, tuition jaana, ghar par padhai, no parties, no boyfriends. Papa bol te, "Beta, padhai karo, shaadi baad mein." Maa seekhati, "Ladki ho, sanskaar rakho." School mein topper thi, college mein bhi good marks, lekin friends ke saath baatein sunti unke affairs ki, curious hoti. Boyfriends nahi hue, lekin crushes the – school mein ek ladka, lekin kuch nahi hua. Porn dekhti hoon chupke se phone par – straight, teacher-student fantasies, power imbalance mazaa deta. Par real mein kabhi nahi socha – society mein galat, college rules strict. Mere English professor Dr. Rajesh sir ne sab badal diya – woh 40 saal ke, married, lekin college mein popular – tall 5'10", fit body, salt-pepper hair, sharp features, voice deep. Sir classes mein strict, lekin meri essays appreciate kar te, "Aisha, tumhari writing impressive hai." Main blush kar ti, "Thank you sir." Dheere-dheere personal baatein – office hours mein, "Aisha, future plans kya hain? Boyfriend hai?" Main, "Nahi sir… padhai pe focus." Woh has te, "Achha? Itni sundar student single? Waste hai."
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai mid-semester exams ke baad jab sir ne mujhe bulaya office mein feedback ke liye. College campus green, building old, sir ka cabin second floor par, bookshelves, desk, chair. Main tayyar – blue salwar suit pehna, hair ponytail, light makeup. Sir bole, "Aisha, tumhari essay good thi, lekin improvement ki zarurat hai. Late ruk sakti ho discussion ke liye?" Main, "Haan sir." Classes khatam hone ke baad office gayi – college khali, lights dim. Sir coffee offer ki, baith kar baatein – literature ke baare mein, phir personal, "Aisha, tum bohot mature ho umra se. Boyfriend kyun nahi?" Main sharma gayi, "Sir… time nahi, family strict." Woh paas aaye, haath shoulder par, "Aisha… life mazaa lo. Main help kar sakta hoon." Touch electric, "Sir… yeh galat hai." Woh, "Galat lekin right feel ho raha hai na?"
Achanak sir ne kiss kar diya – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar teacher se kiss – taste coffee ka, garam saans. Main resist ki, "Sir… office mein… koi dekh lega." Woh, "Door lock hai… mazaa lo Aisha." Haath suit ke andar, chuche dabane laga – dupatta side, kurti upar. "Uffff Aisha… kitne soft chuche hain… dabane do zor se." Main siskari li, "Aaaahhh… sir… dheere… sharam aa rahi hai." Woh kurti kholi, bra upar, chuche bahar – bade gol, pink nipples khade. Woh muh mein liya, chusne laga, "Aaaahhhh… sir… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Dusre haath se masal raha tha. 15 minute choosta raha, nipples laal kar diya.
Phir niche baitha, salwar neeche, panty side, choot chaatne laga – jeebh clit par, finger andar. "Aisha teri choot kitni geeli hai… pani aa raha hai." Main desk pakad kar moan, "Aaaahhhhh… sir… aur chaato… Uffff… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani uske muh mein.
Woh khada hua, pant kholi, lund bahar – 7 inch mota, topi laal. Main haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Sir… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Woh, "Le Aisha… chus." Blowjob di – deep throat, taste salty.
Pehla round desk par missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… sir… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne lage, zor se. Jhad gayi, woh andar jhad gaye – creampie, "Le Aisha… mera maal le… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat. Agle hafte daily classes ke baad chudai – library mein, car mein. Aur maa ko pata chal gaya.
baad hum dono ke beech secret rishta ban gaya. College mein normal, lekin classes ke baad eye contact, office hours mein quick kiss. Sir grades improve kiye mere, lekin main jaanti thi wajah. Ek din sir bole, "Aisha, aaj library mein milo, discussion ke liye." Library last floor par, bookshelves ke beech, koi nahi. Sir paas aaye, kiss kiya – passionate. Haath skirt ke andar, chuche dabaye, "Uffff Aisha… tere chuche mast… chus loon?" Main, "Haan sir… chus zor se." Chus te rahe, nipples laal.
Phir choot chaati – shelf se laga kar. "Aisha teri choot tasty… jhad ja." Jhad gayi.
Car mein drive – parking lot mein rok kar back seat par missionary – lund daala, dhakke. "Aaaahhhh… sir… car hil rahi hai… jhad rahi hoon." Andar jhad gaye.
Agla din sir ke ghar – wife bahar gayi thi. Puri raat 5 rounds – doggy, cowgirl, oral, shower standing. "Le Aisha… pregnant kar doonga."
Ek mahine baad period miss – test positive, sir ka baby. Sir ko bata diya, emotional, "Aisha, abort kar lo," lekin main rakha. Guilt, excitement – affair continue, lekin college drama. Sir ne transfer le liya, lekin rishta gehra. Yeh end hai.
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai mid-semester exams ke baad jab sir ne mujhe bulaya office mein feedback ke liye. College campus green, building old, sir ka cabin second floor par, bookshelves, desk, chair. Main tayyar – blue salwar suit pehna, hair ponytail, light makeup. Sir bole, "Aisha, tumhari essay good thi, lekin improvement ki zarurat hai. Late ruk sakti ho discussion ke liye?" Main, "Haan sir." Classes khatam hone ke baad office gayi – college khali, lights dim. Sir coffee offer ki, baith kar baatein – literature ke baare mein, phir personal, "Aisha, tum bohot mature ho umra se. Boyfriend kyun nahi?" Main sharma gayi, "Sir… time nahi, family strict." Woh paas aaye, haath shoulder par, "Aisha… life mazaa lo. Main help kar sakta hoon." Touch electric, "Sir… yeh galat hai." Woh, "Galat lekin right feel ho raha hai na?"
Achanak sir ne kiss kar diya – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar teacher se kiss – taste coffee ka, garam saans. Main resist ki, "Sir… office mein… koi dekh lega." Woh, "Door lock hai… mazaa lo Aisha." Haath suit ke andar, chuche dabane laga – dupatta side, kurti upar. "Uffff Aisha… kitne soft chuche hain… dabane do zor se." Main siskari li, "Aaaahhh… sir… dheere… sharam aa rahi hai." Woh kurti kholi, bra upar, chuche bahar – bade gol, pink nipples khade. Woh muh mein liya, chusne laga, "Aaaahhhh… sir… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Dusre haath se masal raha tha. 15 minute choosta raha, nipples laal kar diya.
Phir niche baitha, salwar neeche, panty side, choot chaatne laga – jeebh clit par, finger andar. "Aisha teri choot kitni geeli hai… pani aa raha hai." Main desk pakad kar moan, "Aaaahhhhh… sir… aur chaato… Uffff… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani uske muh mein.
Woh khada hua, pant kholi, lund bahar – 7 inch mota, topi laal. Main haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Sir… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Woh, "Le Aisha… chus." Blowjob di – deep throat, taste salty.
Pehla round desk par missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… sir… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne lage, zor se. Jhad gayi, woh andar jhad gaye – creampie, "Le Aisha… mera maal le… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat. Agle hafte daily classes ke baad chudai – library mein, car mein. Aur maa ko pata chal gaya.
baad hum dono ke beech secret rishta ban gaya. College mein normal, lekin classes ke baad eye contact, office hours mein quick kiss. Sir grades improve kiye mere, lekin main jaanti thi wajah. Ek din sir bole, "Aisha, aaj library mein milo, discussion ke liye." Library last floor par, bookshelves ke beech, koi nahi. Sir paas aaye, kiss kiya – passionate. Haath skirt ke andar, chuche dabaye, "Uffff Aisha… tere chuche mast… chus loon?" Main, "Haan sir… chus zor se." Chus te rahe, nipples laal.
Phir choot chaati – shelf se laga kar. "Aisha teri choot tasty… jhad ja." Jhad gayi.
Car mein drive – parking lot mein rok kar back seat par missionary – lund daala, dhakke. "Aaaahhhh… sir… car hil rahi hai… jhad rahi hoon." Andar jhad gaye.
Agla din sir ke ghar – wife bahar gayi thi. Puri raat 5 rounds – doggy, cowgirl, oral, shower standing. "Le Aisha… pregnant kar doonga."
Ek mahine baad period miss – test positive, sir ka baby. Sir ko bata diya, emotional, "Aisha, abort kar lo," lekin main rakha. Guilt, excitement – affair continue, lekin college drama. Sir ne transfer le liya, lekin rishta gehra. Yeh end hai.