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Divya ne mujhe extra chart dekh kar class mein choda

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Maine chart ke kone ko deewar se sata kar pin ghusaayi, lekin woh phir nikal aayi. Divya mere bagal mein khadi thi, apna rolled chart dono haathon se pakde, deewar ki taraf nahi, meri taraf dekh rahi thi.

Saat baj chuke the. Nagpur ki is municipal night school ke classroom mein adult literacy batch kal subah aane wala tha, isliye Bhaskar sir ne jaate waqt hum dono ko charts lagane ko kaha tha. Yeh koi naukri nahi thi, sirf volunteer shift thi, aur paise ka koi hisaab pehle hi clear ho chuka tha.

Tube light kanp rahi thi. Bharat ke is madhya sheher ki garmi ab bhi deewaron se chipki thi. Main doosri pin nikalne laga to Divya ne chart ko apni chhati se sata kar khol diya, jaise koi jaldi dikhani ho.

Uske chart par numbers aur simple sentences the, lekin neeche ek line aisi thi jo primer mein kabhi nahi dikhi. Maine padha, phir dobara padha. Line thi, Main aaj tumhare saath rukungi.

Maine uski taraf dekha. Divya ki aankhen nahi hatien. Main normally aisi line ko ignore kar deta, lekin aaj yeh contradiction saaf thi. Hum dono mahine se yahi classroom sambhalte the, aur usne hamesha kaha tha shaam saat baje ghar nikalna hai.

Main seedha poocha, “Yeh line primer mein kahan se aayi? Tumne kaha tha aaj jaldi jaana hai.”

Divya hans di. Woh hasi chhoti thi. “Primer mein nahi hai. Maine socha agar tumne padh liya to sawal karoge. Kar diya na.”

Uski maroon kurta ke do button upar se khule the, garmi ki wajah se, ya jaan boojh kar, main nahi jaanta tha. Black jeans kamar par tight thi. Mere grey shirt ke sleeves fold the, jeans ki belt ki buckle garam ho chuki thi.

Usne chart ko table par rakh diya. “Bhaskar sir kal subah pehle number chart dekhenge. Yeh wala main hata lungi. Lekin abhi batao, Ishan, tum rukoge ya main akeli hi yeh bakwas karti rahun?”

Extra chart par likhi baat

Maine table ke kinare haath rakha. “Tumhari baat personal hai. Class ke kaam se alag. Agar tum mazaak kar rahi ho to chart hata do.”

Divya ek kadam aage aayi. Uski chappal concrete par halki si awaaz karti hui ruki. “Mazaak nahi hai. Main untees ki hoon, tum ikattis ke. Dono jaante hain yeh kya sawal hai. Agar nahi chahte to main yeh chart faad deti hoon aur nikal jaati hoon.”

Maine uska haath pakda, chart ke kinare se hata kar apni shirt par rakh diya. Usne ungliyan meri shirt ke button par faila diin, ruk kar meri aankhon mein dekha, phir pehla button khol diya.

Doosra button uski ungli ke neeche atka. Main jhuka aur uske honth pakad liye. Woh kiss gehra tha, jaldi se nahi, jaise koi line padh kar jawab de raha ho. Uski saans meri cheek par garmi chhodti hui aayi.

Hindustan ke is hisse mein municipal school raat ko jaldi so jaate hain. Bahar se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi, sirf corridor ka ek dhakkan band tha. Divya ne meri shirt ke teesre button ko bhi khol diya aur apni hatheli seene par pheri.

Main uski kamar tak gaya. Uski kamar patli thi, jeans ki belt ke upar thodi nami thi. Kurta upar uthate hi uski bra ka kaala strap dikha. Usne khud strap ko kandhe se giraaya, phir meri gardan ke peeche haath daal kar mujhe aur kheench liya.

Table ke kinare uski rani khisak gayi. Extra chart ab dono ke beech kaagaz ki tarah dab raha tha. Maine use kinare ko sarkaaya, nahi to woh fold ho jata. Divya ne halki si hansi nikaali, “Pehle yeh hata, phir jo karna hai kar.”

Chart table ke doosre kone par chala gaya. Maine uski kurta upar se nikaal di. Maroon kapda uske haath se fislata hua gir gaya. Bra ke hook peeche the, main unhe kholne mein ek pal atka, phir kapda dheelas pada. Uski chhatiyan bhaari thin, nipple tight the, garmi mein thode geele.

Maine muh lagaya. Divya ki ungliyan mere baalon mein ghusin. Woh shor nahi karti thi, sirf saans tez ho jaati thi, jaise koi counting kar raha ho aur beech mein line bhool jaaye. Main daant se halka sa dabaata to uski thighs kas jaati thin.

Jeans ki zip usne khud khinchi. Main uske kandhon ko pakad kar table par bithane laga, lekin usne meri belt pakad li. “Tum bhi. Warna main aadhi nangi aur tum teacher bane khade.”

Shirt meri peeth se utri. Belt ki buckle khuli. Jeans ghutnon tak khisaki, underwear ke saath. Mera lund bahar aaya, garam, already tight. Divya ne neeche dekha, phir apna ek haath round karke pakda, slow, jaise ab bhi koi sawal bacha ho.

Uski jeans aur panty pairon se nikal kar chappal ke paas girin. Main uski thighs ke beech haath le gaya. Uski chut geeli thi, baal kam the, nami ungli par chipak rahi thi. Pehli ungli andar gayi to usne meri gardan kaat li, daant se nahi, honth se.

Doosri ungli ke saath uski saans toot kar nikli. “Yahin. Table theek hai. Floor ganda hai.”

Main uske beech khada ho gaya. Table ki height theek thi. Divya ne apni taange meri kamar ke peeche lock kar liin. Maine lund ko uski chut par ragda, upar se neeche, clit par ruka, phir dheere se andar dhakela.

Woh tight thi. Pehla dhakka pura nahi hua. Maine ruka, uski aankhon mein dekha. Divya ne khud ko neeche kiya, aur meri kamar ko kheench kar baaki lund andar le liya. Dono ki saansein usi pal mil kar bhaari ho gayin.

Main hilne laga. Tez nahi, kyunki table hil rahi thi aur uski peeth chart ke kone se takra rahi thi. Maine uske baal ek haath se samete, doosre se uski chhati dabaayi. Har dhakke par uski aankhen band hoti, phir khulti, jaise counting wapas aa rahi ho.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, awaaz low. Maine speed badhai. Uski chut mera lund ko kas kar pakad rahi thi, geela awaaz chhota tha lekin classroom ki khali deewaron mein woh hi sunai deta. Meri ungliyon ne uski gaand ke neeche se thighs ko uthaya, taaki har bar poora ghuse.

Divya ne apna haath apni clit par rakh liya. Main uske haath ke upar apni hatheli rakh kar saath dabaata raha. Uski kamar uchakne lagi, rhythm tootne laga. Maine uske nipple ko muh mein liya, jeebh ghumayi, aur dhakke chhote lekin gehre kar diye.

Woh kamar se lapak kar aayi, chut ki diwalen kasin, aur uski awaaz pehli baar saaf toot kar nikli. Main rukne wala tha, lekin usne meri peeth pakad li. “Mat nikal. Abhi nahi.”

Main andar hi raha, slow circles, jab tak uski thighs kaanpna kam na ho. Phir usne mujhe table se utara aur khud ghutnon ke bal concrete par aa gayi. Chappal ek taraf khisak gayi. Usne mera lund muh mein liya, geela, apni hi nami ke saath.

Jeebh ne neeche se upar tak chatakh ki. Maine deewar ko haath se pakad liya taaki table na dhakke. Divya ki aankhen upar thin, meri taraf, jaise wahi extra line ab bhi beech mein ho. Usne lund ko gale tak le jaane ki koshish ki, phir nikal kar honth se sira dabaya.

Main uske baal se halka sa kheench kar uthaya. Woh khadi hui, peeth deewar se sata kar. Maine uski ek taang uthayi, kamar ke peeche se pakda, aur khade khade phir se andar ghusa. Is baar aasani se gaya, geela rasta pehle se khula tha.

Deewar thandi thi uski peeth ke liye, meri chhati garam. Har dhakke par uski chhati meri chhati se takrati. Maine uski gaand pakad kar uthaya, uski taang meri kamar par kasti rahi. Uski chut se patli dhaar neeche thighs par behne lagi.

“Ishan,” usne naam kaata, zyada nahi kaha. Main tez ho gaya. Table peeche khali thi, extra chart uske kone se ab bhi jhaank raha tha. Us line ka matlab ab body par utar chuka tha, kaagaz par nahi.

Meri saans bhaari ho gayi. Maine uski clit ko ungli se ragda, dhakkon ke saath. Divya ki doosri taang bhi kamzor padi, main uska poora wazan sambhalte hua andar tak marne laga. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule, thuk ki ek thin si lakir chin se gardan tak.

Woh doosri baar kas kar aayi, is baar chupchaap, sirf ungliyan meri peeth par khuronchti hui. Uski chut ne lund ko itna tight pakda ke main bhi nahi ruka. Maine nikalne ki koshish ki, lekin usne kamar se jhakad liya. Main uske andar hi jhad gaya, garam dhaar, lambi saans ke saath.

Kuch pal hum aise hi khade rahe. Tube light ab bhi kanp rahi thi. Mere lund ke dheela hote hi nami uski thighs par geeli lakir ban gayi. Divya ne meri gardan par sar rakh diya, ek saans, do saans, phir uth khadi hui jaise koi class khatam hui ho.

Usne panty aur jeans pehle pehne. Zip atki to maine madad ki, bagal se, bina nayi baat ke. Bra hook peeche lagi. Maroon kurta usne khud daali, do button jaan boojh kar khule chhod diye, pehle jaisi garmi ki bahane nahi, ab sirf aadat.

Main underwear aur jeans pehen kar shirt ke buttons lagane laga. Ek button galat hole mein chala gaya. Divya ne aakar theek kiya, phir turant haath hata liya. Extra chart table ke kone par ab bhi pada tha, uske neeche wahi line, ab thodi mudi hui.

Woh chart lekar nikal gayi

Divya ne chart uthaya, fold kiya, itna chhota ki kurta ke neeche dab sake. Pins table par padi rahi. Number wala doosra chart deewar par adhura atka tha, kal subah Bhaskar sir wahi dekhenge.

Darwaze tak jaate hue usne chappal theek ki. Corridor ki hawa andar aayi, thandi. Maine kuch nahi poocha. Usne bhi naya jumla nahi banaya. Sirf itna kaha, “Yeh wala chart main le ja rahi hoon. Primer mein nahi hai.”

Woh nikal gayi. Corridor mein uski chappal ki ek tez kadam-awaz thi, phir doosri, phir silence. Main classroom mein khada raha, shirt ka aakhri button ab bhi dheela, deewar par adhura chart, aur table ke kinare uski nami ki ek sukhti hui boond.

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