Main private college mein english ka temporary tutor raha hu. Ek din, Mrs. Ayyar ka apni beti ke liye phone aaya. Unki beti college mein thi aur advanced english seekhna chahti thi, kyunki wo videsh jaane wali thi.
Mrs. Ayyar ek college mein maths tutor thi. Unhe mere padhane ke tarike ke baare mein acha feedback mila tha, aur unhone mujhse apni beti ko weekend par private english tution dene ke liye kaha.
Main apni bike se unke ghar pahuncha. Wo do manzila badi imarat thi. Wahan ek achi tarah se maintain kiya hua bagicha tha.
Darwaze ke baahar tulsi ka ek bada paudha aur rangoli thi. Drive way mein ek chamakdar safed creta khadi thi. Maine bike park ki, neem ke bade ped ke neeche helmet utara aur darwaza khatkhataya. Mrs. Ayyar ne saadi cotton ki saree pehni hui thi aur muskurate hue darwaza khola.
“Aane ke liye dhanyavad, Arjun.”
Maine hamesha ki tarah apne joote utare. Ghar thanda tha aur usme Italian marble laga hua tha. Hawa mein chameli ki agarbatti ki khushboo abhi bhi ghuli hui thi. “Ye meri beti Diya hai,” Mrs. Ayyar ne dining table par baithi ladki ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha.
Mera gala sookh gaya. Maine use college mein dekha tha. Diya bahut khoobsurat thi – gori rangat, sunehri chamak, peeth par lehrate lambe kale baal aur zabardast figure. Usne shorts pahne hue the jo bas uski moti jaanghon ko dhak rahe the, aur ek tight safed crop-top pehna tha jo uske bade, gol breasts par achi tarah fit tha.
“Hey Diya,” aur maine apna haath aage badhaya.
Wo dheere-dheere muskurate hue uthi aur mujhse haath milaya. Uski hatheli naram aur garam thi, aur usne meri ungaliyon ko dabaya.
“Arjun, main baahar jaa rahi hu. Ek ghante mein wapas aa jaungi.”
“Mam, to kya main kal aa sakta hu?”
“Arjun, aaj shubh din hai, tum shuru kar sakte ho. Main tumhe achi tarah jaanti hu.”
“Diya, apna dhyan rakhna.”
“Haa maa,” Diya ne jawab Diya.
Jaise hi uski maa mudi, usne mujhe dekh kar aankh maari aur dheere se apne nichle honth par jeebh feri. Main uski is harkat se hairan reh gaya. Tabhi creta gate se baahar nikal gayi. Meri nazrein fir se uske bhaari, naram breasts par thi. Usne mujhe der tak dekha. “Sar, aap bahut handsome hai. Mujhe jalan ho rahi hai ki aapne meri best friend Vidya ke saath sex kiya.”
“Vidya?”
“Usne mujhe aapke din ke baare mein bataya.”
“Diya, tumhari mummy ne mujhe tumhari tuition ke liye rakha hai.”
Sir, aaj mera padhne ka mann nahi hai. Main kuch aur karna chahti hu. Aapke saath kuch mazedaar. Aur haa, mummy raat tak nahi aayengi. Aur papa bhi nahi aayenge.”
Wo muskurayi, “Mujhe pata hai ki aap ache insan hone ka dikhawa karte hai. Lekin mujhe aapka raaz pata hai. Main chahti hu ki aap, mehsoos kare.”
Diya muskurayi, mere shareer se satt kar khadi hui aur dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein boli, “Main bahut achi ladki banungi sir. Main aapki baat manungi, jaise aap assignment denge, main use poora karungi. Par aap ye tuition kabhi nahi bhool payenge.”
Usne mujhe sofe par dhakela aur meri godi mein, meri taraf muh karke baith gayi. Uske ghutne mere kulhon ke dono taraf the. Main ek pal ke liye thithak gaya, aur khud ko sambhaalne ki koshish ki.
“Lekin main waisi nahi hu,” uski ungaliyan mere kandhe ko chhoo rahi thi. “Main use kuch nahi batati. Ye jo kuch bhi hoga.” Wo ruki, “…Wo hamare beech hi rahega.”
Usne mera chehra pakda. Fir mujhe kiss kiya aur apni zubaan mere muh mein daal di. Mera aapa kho gaya. Main har jagah haath maar raha tha. Uski breast pakad raha tha, nipple daba raha tha. Uske bhare-poore kulhon ko chhoo raha tha.
Diya ne shorts ke upar se apni chut ko mere cock se ragda aur meri zubaan choosne lagi. Maine uska top khincha. Usne bra nahi pehni thi, aur maine uske breast azaad kar diye. Main unhe lalach se choosne laga aur uske gehre bhoore nipple mein se ek ko kaatne laga.
“Aah… Sir… Zor se chooso… Kaato unhe!”
Fir wo mere pairon ke beech ghutno ke bal baithi. Meri pant ki zip kholi aur mera ling baahar nikala.
“Wo sir… Ye kitna bada hai.”
Usne vasna bhari nazron se use dekha. Fir use apne muh mein gahrayi tak le gayi. Usne apna sir hilaya, haanfte aur dum ghut-te hue, laar uski thuddi se hote hue uske stanno tak behne lagi.
Jab usne ek pornstar ki tarah mujhe deepthroat karna shuru kiya, to uska mascara failne laga. Kuch minutes baad wo uthi, apne shorts aur panty ko hataya aur mere upar baith gayi.
“Mujhe chodo sir,” usne guzarish ki.
Maine sir hilaya, aur usne mera ling pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche baithi. Uska tang, geela chhed mere lund ke chaaron taraf lipat gaya.
“Aah… Sir… Aap mujhe faad rahe hai… Itna gahra!” Usne karahte hue kaha jab usne mujhe poori tarah andar le liya.
Diya ne sawari karna shuru kiya, aur uske bade stann mere chehre ke saamne the. Maine uske chootadon par thappad maara aur zor se upar ki taraf dhakela. Geele thappad ki awaaze living room mein goonjne lagi.
“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, sir!” Wo chillayi.
Mera lund uski chut par virya chhodh raha tha. Main uske rass ko apne andkosh par mehsoos kar sakta tha. Maine uske nipples choose aur uski clit par ungliyan chalayi, jab ki main use zor-zor se chod raha tha. Wo charam seema par pahunch gayi, kaampte hue aur thoda paani chhodhte hue, uski chut ne mere lund ko kass kar pakad liya.
Maine use kaha, “Main bas hone hi wala hu.”
Wo dheere-dheere mujh par sawari karti rahi, jaise mera sab kuch nichodh rahi ho. “Main rok nahi sakta,” maine apni aankhen band kar li.
Fir main utha aur lund uske muh mein de diya. Ab main karaah utha aur fatt pada. Uske muh mein gahrayi tak garam virya ki dhaaren chhodhne laga. Fir wo mere kaan ke paas aayi.
“Mujhe aapka lund apni gaand mein chahiye.”
Wo uthi, aur usne khud ko is tarah rakha ki mujhe uska chhota gulabi chhed dikhayi de. Maine apne lund ko uski gaand par ragda aur dhakka diya.
“Ufff… Sir… Dheere-dheere… Ye bahut tang hai…” Wo chillayi.
Poori tarah andar jaane ke baad maine use aur bhi zor se chodna shuru kiya. Maine uske lambe baalon ko pakda aur zor se peeche khincha. “aur zor se, sir!”
Maine uske gol-matol kulhon par tab tak thappad maare, jab tak wo tamatar ki tarah laal nahi ho gaye. Aur fir maine uski clit ko ungaliyon se sehlaya.
“Aah… Sir… Meri gaand maaro… Ise apne virya se bhar do!”
Maine apna lund uske andar daala aur zor se karahte hue apna doosra load uski gaand mein nikaal diya. Fir maine lund baahar nikala aur kuch virya farsh par gir gaya. Diya mudi aur apni dress wapas pehan li.
“Sir, kuch sikhaya kijiye, warna aapke paas ye kehne ke liye koi jawab nahi hoga ki aapne mujhe kya sikhaya hai. Mujhe ummeed hai ki aap aisa nahi kahenge.”
Ummeed hai aap sabhi ko ye kahani pasand aayi hogi.