Fail Student Ne Teacher Ko Randi Bana Diya

Main Arjun hoon, 21 saal ka college ka final year student. Hamare shehar ke is chhote se private college mein English Literature ki teacher Mrs. Priya Sharma sabse zyada daravni aur strict maani jaati thi. Unki umar 37 ke aas-paas thi, shaadi-shuda thi lekin pati zyadatar bahar rehte the. College mein woh hamesha sari mein aati, baal tight bun mein bandhe, chashma lagaye, aur chehre par woh sakhti jo dekh kar hi paon kaapne lagte. Unki aankhein tez thi, awaaz mein koi garmahat nahi, bas hukm aur daant.

Main unke subject mein fail hone wala tha. Mid-term mein mere numbers bahut kam aaye the. Ek din class ke baad unhone mujhe bulaya. Office mein akeli baithi thi, table par meri copy rakhi hui thi.

“Arjun, tumhare numbers dekhe? Agar aise hi chala to fail ho jaoge. Extra assignment dungi, aur har roz mere office aana padega. Samajh gaye?”

Maine sir jhukakar haan kaha, lekin mann mein kuch aur chal raha tha. Unki sari ka pallu thoda khisak gaya tha, gale ka hissa saaf dikhta tha. Umar ke bawajood unke boobs bhare hue aur tane hue lag rahe the. Maine socha – yeh sakhti dikhane wali aurat agar ek baar pighal jaaye to kitni garam hogi. Lekin bahar se maine sirf maafi maangi aur assignment le liya.

Pehli mulaqat ke baad maine socha, dheere dheere baat badhani hogi. Agle din maine office mein ek cup chai lekar gaya. Unhone pehle to mana kar diya, phir thodi der baad le li. Maine kaha, “Madam, aapki wajah se mujhe English mein interest aane laga hai.”

“Chai ke liye shukriya. Ab jao, assignment poora karke lao.”

Unki awaaz mein koi garmahat nahi thi. Main bahar aaya to mann mein gussa aur lust dono the. Raat ko lund masalte hue socha – ek din na ek din yeh apni sakhti utarengi.

Doosre din maine phir office jaane ka bahana banaya. Is baar unhone mujhe andar bulaya aur kuch purane papers dikhaye. Maine unki madad karne ka natak kiya, computer par kuch files kholi. Unke haath mere haath se takraaye. Unhone turant haath kheench liya.

“Arjun, tumhe sirf study karni hai. Yeh sab mat karo. Main tumhari teacher hoon.”

Maine maafi maangi, lekin mann mein socha – haath kheench liya, matlab dar lag raha hai. Us din maine unko ek kitab ki sifarish ki jo unhe pasand aayi. Unhone thodi der baat ki, lekin phir boli, “Bas, ab jao. Mere pati shaam ko aa rahe hain.”

Teesre din maine jaan-bujh kar late pahuncha. Office mein akeli thi. Baarish ho rahi thi, pankhe ki awaaz ke saath chhat par paani ki boondein gir rahi thi. Maine kaha, “Madam, kal maine woh kitab padhi, sach mein bahut achhi hai. Aapki salah se mujhe bahut madad mili.”

Unhone thodi muskurahat di, pehli baar. Lekin phir sakht ho gayi. “Achhi baat hai. Lekin yaad rakho, tum abhi bhi fail ke kagaar par ho.”

Maine unke pati kitne din rehte hain ye pooch liya. Unhone turant muskurahat gayab kar di.

“Yeh sawal tumhe nahi poochna chahiye. Meri zindagi mein tumhara koi dakhal nahi. Jao ab.”

Main bahar aaya to samajh gaya ki deewar bahut moti hai. Lekin maine haar nahi maani. Agle hafte maine unko do baar aur milne ka mauka banaya. Ek baar college ke chhote se event mein madad ki, doosri baar unki car ki battery down ho gayi to maine jump start kar di. Unhone shukriya kaha, lekin aankhon mein abhi bhi sakhti thi.

Chauthe hafte maine himmat karke unko seedha compliment diya. Office mein akela tha. Maine kaha, “Madam, aap itni sakht kyun lagti hain? Asal mein aap bahut khoobsurat ho.”

“Arjun! Yeh kya bol rahe ho? Main tumhari teacher hoon. Mere pati hain. Yeh sab band karo, warna main principal se shikayat kar dungi.”

Maine haath jodkar maafi maangi, lekin andar se samajh gaya ki ab tension ban rahi hai. Unhone mujhe do din ke liye office aane se mana kar diya. Maine socha – ab ya kabhi nahi.

Paanchve hafte mein baarish bahut tez thi. College lagbhag khali tha. Maine jaan-bujh kar late pahuncha. Office ka darwaza band tha. Maine dastak di. Unhone andar bulaya. Kamre mein sirf table lamp jal raha tha, pankha dheere chal raha tha.

Maine seedha kaha, “Madam, main aapko chahta hoon. Yeh fail hone ka dar nahi, yeh aapka dar hai jo mujhe raaton ko neend nahi aane deta.”

“Bahar jao! Abhi! Main shaadi-shuda hoon. Yeh galat hai. Agar tumne ek kadam aur badhaya to main police mein report kar dungi.”

Maine unke haath pakad liye. Unhone zor se jhatka maara, lekin maine nahi chhoda. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye unke.

“Arjun… please… mat karo. Main nahi kar sakti. Meri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.”

Maine dheere se unke kandhe par haath rakha. “Madam, main aapko dard nahi dunga. Bas ek baar…”

Unhone mujhe dhakka diya, lekin kamzor tha. Maine unko deewar se lagaya aur unke honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Pehle to unhone zor se virodh kiya, haathon se mujhe dhakka diya, lekin phir dheere dheere unka sharir dheela padne laga.

“Nahi… Arjun… yeh galat… aaaahhh… ruko…”

Maine unki sari ka pallu kheench liya. Unhone phir se haath pakad liya. “Nahi… please…”

Lekin ab unki saansein tez ho chuki thi. Maine unke gale par choom liya. Unhone aankhein band kar li.

“Aaaahhh… yeh mat karo… main… main resist nahi kar pa rahi…”

Maine unki sari dheere dheere kholi. Andar blouse aur petticoat tha. Blouse ke hooks khole. Unke boobs bahar aaye – bade, bhare hue, nipples kaale aur tane hue. Maine ek ko muh mein liya aur choosne laga.

“Aaaahhh… Arjun… nahi… ohhh…”

Unke haath mere baalon mein ulajh gaye. Maine doosra boob bhi choosa, jeebh se nipple ghumaya. Unhone siskariyan bhari.

“Aaahhh… dheere… bahut sensitive hai… aaaahhh…”

Maine unki sari aur petticoat poori tarah utar di. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi. Maine panty ke upar se hi unki chut ko ragadna shuru kiya. Kapda geela ho chuka tha.

“Nahi… andar mat chhuo… aaahhh… main geeli ho rahi hoon…”

Maine panty utari. Unki chut saaf dikhti thi – gulabi, thodi si baalon wali, aur pehle se hi chamakdar geeli. Maine ghutnon ke bal baith kar unki chut ko sungha. Khushboo bahut tez aur maadak thi. Phir jeebh se chaatna shuru kiya.

“Aaaahhh… ohhh… Arjun… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… chaato… aur chaato…”

Maine unki chut ke hothon ko alag kiya aur andar jeebh ghusaai. Unka clit suja hua tha. Maine use choosa aur jeebh se ragda. Unhone apni kamar utha di.

“Aaahhh… haan… wahin… aaaahhh… main… main jhadne wali hoon…”

Unka sharir kaapne laga aur unhone mere muh par zor se chut daba di. Garam paani jaisa ras mere muh mein bhar gaya. Maine sab pee liya.

“Aaahhh… itna achha… pehle kabhi nahi…”

Ab meri baari thi. Maine apna lund bahar nikala – mota, tana hua, nason se bhara. Unhone aankhein kholi aur dekha.

“Itna bada… Arjun… yeh mere andar kaise jaayega…”

Maine unka muh apne lund ke paas laya. Unhone pehle to mana kiya, lekin phir dheere se honth khole aur sire ko chooma.

“Uuuuhhh… mota hai… glup-glup…”

Maine unke sir ko pakad kar thoda aage badhaya. Unka muh garam tha. Unhone aadha lund muh mein liya aur choosne lagi. Gale tak jaane par woh khaansne lagi, lekin ruki nahi.

“Aaahhh… bhosdi ke… aur gehra… glup… glup…”

Maine unko table par litaya. Unke pair failaye. Lund ka sira unki chut ke hothon par rakha.

“Andar daalo… ab aur nahi ruk sakti… aaaahhh…”

Maine ek zor daar dhakka maara. Aadha lund andar chala gaya. Unki chut bahut tight thi.

“Aaaahhh… dard… bahut dard… nikaalo… aaahhh…”

Maine ruka nahi. Doosra dhakka aur zor se maara. Poora lund andar ghusa gaya. Unki chut ki garam deewarein mere lund ko kas rahi thi.

“Aaahhh… haan… ab… ab chodo… meri chut faad do… aaaahhh…”

Maine unki kamar pakad kar zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Har dhakke ke saath chap-chap ki geeli awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Unki gaand thap-thap kar rahi thi.

Yeh chut kitni tight hai… strict teacher aaj meri randi ban gayi…

Unhone apne pair meri kamar mein lapet liye.

“Aur tez… bhosdi ke… faad de… aaaahhh… main teri kutiya hoon…”

Maine unki taangein apne kandhon par rakhi aur aur gehra ghusaane laga. Unki chut se safed jhaag nikal raha tha.

“Aaahhh… dekho… kitna geela kar diya… aaaahhh…”

Pehli baar unhone zor se cheekh kar jhadna shuru kiya. Unka poora sharir kaap raha tha.

“Aaaahhh… aa gaya… aa gaya…”

Maine bhi zor se dhakka maara aur andar hi jhad gaya. Garam maal unki chut mein bhar diya.

“Aaahhh… garam… andar bhar gaya…”

Maine lund bahar nikala. Chut se mera maal aur unka ras mil kar bah raha tha. Unhone ungli se thoda uthakar muh mein daala.

“Swaad… ajeeb… lekin achha…”

Hum dono paseene se tar the. Office mein pankha chal raha tha, bahar baarish ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Achanak door se kisi ke kadmon ki awaaz aayi. Hum dono ghabra gaye.

“Kaun aa raha hai… jaldi kapde pehno…”

Humne jaldi-jaldi kapde pehne. Unki sari theek se nahi simti. Baal bikhar gaye the. Maine unko chooma.

“Madam… yeh khatam nahi hua.”

Unhone aankhein neeche kar li.

“Jaanti hoon… lekin yeh kabhi kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye. Kal phir aana… extra class ke liye.”

Main bahar nikla to mann mein soch raha tha – strict teacher aaj meri ho gayi. Aur yeh saja… asli saja to abhi shuru hui hai.