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Purane waade saaf hote hi teacher Ishita ke saath sex

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Main last thumbtack ko plywood board mein gada hi raha tha ki peeche se heels ki awaaz ruki. Ishita ma’am ne music classroom ka switch dabaya. Peela bulb jala aur unhone kaha, “Banner ab bhi tedha hai, Nitin.”

Unka cream salwar kameez rehearsal ki garmi se halka chipka hua tha, dupatta kandhe se sarak kar kamar ke paas atki thi. Main board ko seedha karke mudi. Coimbatore ki shaam abhi bhi garam thi, Bharat ke school calendar ke hisaab se principal Iyer ka farewell program roz ki tarah late chal raha tha.

“Maine kaha tha main aaj madad karunga. Aapne khud message kiya tha.”

Unki aankhen meri taraf atkin. “Message madad ke liye tha, yeh chehra dekhne ke liye nahi. Tum last saal se yahi soch kar ghum rahe ho na ki maine tumhe hata diya.”

Woh waada beech mein aa gaya. Graduate din auditorium ke corridor mein maine unhe rok kar kaha tha ki unke baare mein sochta hoon. Unhone sirf itna kaha tha, abhi nahi, tum meri class ke student ho, baad mein. Uske baad unhone meri taraf dekha bhi nahi. Main printing press ki naukri mein lag gaya, lekin aaj unhone props ke liye bula liya.

“Aapne baad mein kaha tha. Phir eight mahine tak meri taraf dekha nahi. Ab stage sajane ke liye yaad aayi.”

Ishita ma’am ne harmoniun ke dhakkan par haath rakha. “Main teacher thi. Tum meri twelfth ke student the. Main Bharat ke is school mein naukri nahi khona chahti thi, aur tumhari izzat bhi nahi. Baad mein ka matlab tha, jab tum meri notebook check karne wale ladke nahi rahoge.”

Pehle se atka hua faisla khula

Main chup raha. Unki awaaz mein gussa tha, lekin neeche nahi. Hindustan mein aise farewell ke peeche aksar teacher hi khade rehte hain, aur aaj bhi ground par bheed thi, yahan classroom khali pada tha.

“Aapko lagta hai main ab bhi wahi ladka hoon?”

“Nahi. Isliye main rehearsal ke baad yahan ruki. Stage boy mic le gaya. Bheed neeche hai. Main jaa sakti thi.” Unhone dupatta sambhala, phir chhod diya. “Main ruki isliye hoon kyunki main tumhe chahati hoon. Tum bolo.”

“Main bhi yahi chahta hoon.”

Itna kaafi tha. Main peeche jaakar darwaza band kiya, kundi andar se chadhai. Unhone pehle kadam khud liya, mere grey shirt ke button ke paas aakar rukin, phir mere honthon par muh rakh diya. Chumma dheema nahi tha. Unki saans meri saans se takrai, meri ungliyon unki kamar par gayin.

Salwar ki cord meri hatheli ke neeche thi. Unhone mera haath hata kar khud cord kholi, salwar hips se sarka kar mat par girne di. Cream kameez ab unki thighs ke upar atki. Main kameez uthakar unki chuchiyon ko kapde ke upar se dabaaya, phir buttons khole. Bra cream jaisi hi thi. Hook peeche se khula, unki chuciyan meri hatheli mein bharin, garam aur bhari.

“Yahan mat khade raho,” unhone meri gardan ke paas kaha. “Choir wali mats peeche padi hain.”

Hum dono mats tak khisak gaye. Main jeans ki belt kholi, unhone zipper neeche kiya aur mera lund haath mein liya. Unki mutthi tight thi, upar neeche hue to meri saans atak gayi. Main unki chut par hath rakha. Panty geeli thi. Main usko side ko sarka kar ungli andar daali, dheere, phir do. Unki kamar meri kalaai ke against uthne lagi.

“Muh se karo,” unhone kaha, aur peeth ke bal let gayin. Main unki thighs ke beech jhuka, panty poori kheench kar side ki, zubaan unki chut par feri. Namak aur garam chamdi. Unki ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi. Jab main clit choosne laga to unhone honth dabaye, phir bhi awaaz nikal gayi.

Main aur neeche gaya, zubaan andar, naak unki skin se satti. Unhone meri gardan daba kar rakhi, pair mere kandhon par chadhaye. Thodi der baad unhone mere baal kheenche. “Ab andar. Wallet mein hai?”

Tha. Dost ki shaadi ke packet se bacha hua packet. Main foil tod kar condom chadhaaya. Unhone khud pair failaye, mere lund ko apni chut par ragda, phir kopar se dabaaya. Main dheere ghusa. Unki chut kasili thi, pehle ruk kar, phir poora le liya.

Unki aankhen band thin, honth khule. Main upar jhuk kar unki gardan chumi, phir chuchi muh mein li, daant halke se lage. Dhakka laga to mats neeche khisakin. Unhone meri kamar pakad kar rhythm pakad liya, neeche se uth kar milne lagin.

“Tez mat samajhna ki main toot jaungi,” unhone kaha, aur hansin bhi, woh purana classroom wala hansna nahi, aur gehra. Main tez hua. Lund unki chut mein chhup-sa nikalta, unki thighs mere hips se patakti. Unki saans meri kaan ke paas toot rahi thi.

Kapde ab beech mein atak rahe the. Main kameez unke pet tak aur uthaya, unhone meri shirt meri banhon se utarwai. Chamdi se chamdi lagi to garmi aur badh gayi. Unka haath hamare milne ki jagah par gaya, apni clit masalne lagi jab main andar tha. Woh combination unhe jaldi le aaya. Unki chut mera lund ko jhakjorne lagi, pair tadpe, unki awaaz unhone meri shirt ke kapde mein daba li jo ab mats par pada tha.

Main rukna nahi chahta tha, lekin unhone meri kamar pakad kar palat diya. Ab woh upar thin. Salwar ek taang par atki rahi, doosri khuli. Unhone haath piano ke stool par tika kar khud ko utara, poora, aur hilne lagin. Mere upar unki chuciyan jhul rahi thin. Maine dono ko hath mein liya, nisple dabaaye. Unki kamar gol ghoomti, phir seedha.

“Yahi sochti thi na last saal,” unhone saans ke beech kaha. “Ki agar main ek baar keh doon to tum bhaag jaoge.”

“Main nahi bhaga. Aapne rok diya tha.”

Unhone jhuk kar mera honth kat khaya, phir wapas seedhi huin aur tez baithne lagin. mera lund gehra jaati. Main unki gaand par hath rakh kar unhe neeche ki taraf dabaata, woh khud aur khol detin. Paseena unke gale se chuchiyon ke beech bahne laga. Main zubaan se woh dhara chaatne uthne laga, lekin unhone mujhe wapas litaya.

Thodi der baad unhone speed kam ki, sirf gol, jaise andhar mera lund ko masal rahi hon. Woh feel meri haddi tak gaya. Maine unki chut ke upar wala hissa ungli se ragda. Unki thighs kaanpne lagin. Doosri baar unka body kasaa, unki saans atki, unki chut dubara nichodne lagi. Is baar unhone meri bahon mein munh chhupa liya.

Main palat kar unhe mats par litaya, ek taang apne kandhe par uthayi, aur dhakke lamba kiye. Condom ke through bhi garmi saaf thi. Unki aankhen ab khuli thin, mujhe dekh rahi thin, jaise class mein copy check karti thin lekin ab koi number nahi tha. Main unki kamar pakad kar khud ko unke andar tak le gaya. Unhone meri kamar ke neeche hath daal kar mujhe aur kheencha.

“Nikal mat, abhi nahi,” unhone kaha. Main ruk kar andar hi hilata raha, chhota, tight. Unki chut geeli awaaz karti. Phir unhone khud pair aur khole. Main tez hua, mats ki kinara haath se pakad kar, taaki hum piano tak na khisak jaayen. Unki chuciyan har dhakke par kaampin. Maine ek chuchi muh mein li, doosri ungliyon se dabaayi.

Unka haath beech mein aaya, apni clit aur mera lund ke milne par. Jab unki ungliyan meri movement ke saath malin to unka muh khul gaya. Main unke honth par apna honth rakh kar awaaz dabaane laga, lekin unhone sar ghumakar kaha, “Koi nahi sunega. Neeche dhol chal raha hai.”

Sahi tha. Ground se dhol ki thap yahan tak aa rahi thi, farewell dance ki practice. Us thap ke saath meri dhakke mil gaye. Unki chut ab bilkul ready thi, asani se leti, phir bhi kas ke rakhti. Maine unki doosri taang bhi uthayi, dono meri kamar ke paas. Position gehra ho gaya. Unhone aankhen band karke gardan peeche kari.

Main zyada der nahi tikne wala tha. Unki geeli chut, unki awaaz, cream kapde ka unke pet par jumna, sab ek saath tha. Maine unki kamar kas kar last dhakke diye, lund andar tak, aur jhadne laga. Condom ke andar garmi faili. Unhone mujhe abhi bhi pakad ke rakha, apni thighs se, jab tak meri kaanp ruk nahi gayi.

Main unke upar jhuk kar raha, lambi saans li. Unka haath mere baal se hota hua meri gardan par aaya, na dular, na rok, sirf wahan tha. Main condom sambhal kar nikal aaya, knot maara, tissue box jo choir ke paani ke saath rakha tha usse uthaya. Unhone panty aur salwar dhundhin, lekin pehle leti rahi, saans sambhalti.

Jo baat dabi thi

Kapde pehnate waqt unhone kaha, “Tumhe lagta tha main cheap samajhti hoon. Main dar rahi thi ki agar main haan kah doon to tumhari degree ke saal mein meri naukri aur tumhari izzat dono market mein bikengi.”

Main shirt ke button lagate hue bola, “Ab degree aa chuki. Naukri meri press mein hai, aapki yahan. Aaj jo hua woh isliye nahi ki aapne props mangaye.”

Unhone dupatta seedha kiya, aaine jaisi piano ki polished wood mein apna chehra dekha, lipstick ungli se theek ki. “Yeh baat yahin rehti hai. Kal main phir teacher hoon, tum guest.”

Main jeans ki belt kasne laga. Unki aankhen meri taraf thin, thakawhat ke saath ek saaf faisla. Main unke paas jaakar unka haath nahi pakda, sirf unki kameez ka last button lagane mein madad ki jo unki peeth par atka tha. Unhone sir jhukaya, wo kaam hone diya.

Mats par ab sirf garmi aur thoda gadra kapde ka nishan tha. Main thumbtack wala board wapas deewar ke kareeb kiya, jaise koi kaam adhoora na dikhe. Unhone harmoniun ka dhakkan band kiya, woh chhota sa click classroom mein bada laga.

“Banner ab seedha hai,” unhone kaha, aur is baar awaaz mein woh purana teacher wala taut nahi tha.

Main muskuraaya. “Pehle tedha isliye tha kyunki main aapko dekh kar soch raha tha ki aaj bhi aap meri taraf nahi dekhungi.”

Unhone mera naam phir se liya, dheere. “Dekha. Ab jao.”

Wapas stage ki taraf nikalna

Bahar verandah ki taraf se dhol ki thap aur bhi tez aa rahi thi. Koi chillaya, “Ma’am, mic stand! Iyer sir aagaye!” Ishita ne cream dupatta kandhe par kheench kar liya, darwaze ki kundi kholi, aur bina peeche mude music classroom se nikal kar stage wale corridor mein chali gayin.

Main do minute ruka, peela bulb band kiya, side verandah se utra. Scooter school gate ke bahar khadi thi. Main kick maarkar nikal gaya, Coimbatore ki shaam ki hawa face par lagi, aur peeche farewell ke gaane ki awaaz dheemi padti gayi.

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