Renu Ma’am college ki sabse chahiti teacher thi, lekin ladkon ke liye vo ek fantasy thi. 40 saal ki umer, lekin tight cotton saree, full curvy hips, aur blouse se nikalti cleavage ne unhe ek dream MILF bana diya tha.
Har roz jab vo chalk uthaati thi, uska blouse ka pallu dheere se side ho jaata, aur uske safed soft underarm ki jhalak classroom mein bijli ki tarah daud jaati.
Ma’am ka figure 38-32-42; lekin sabse kamaal ki cheez thi uski kamar aur navel. Saree hamesha low waist hoti thi. Jab chalk board pe likhti thi, pallu peeche girta aur blouse se unke soft full boobs ki shape clearly dikhti thi. Sare ladke aankhon se unhe nanga karte.
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Vikas, 19 saal ka ladka, hamesha sabse aage baithta tha. Uski aankhen Renu Ma’am ke pallu ke neeche chhupi duniya mein kho jaati thi. Ek din class ke baad Ma’am ne kaha:
“Vikas, ek kaam hai… storeroom ke peeche aa ja zara.”
Vikas ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Vo gaya, college ke piche vo chhota sa room jahan sirf staff jaata. Ma’am already andar thi; saree tight thi, aur blouse ke button thode loose.
Renu ma’am ne piche murke dekha… aankhon mein tez thi…
“Yeh kya chal raha hai tumhare dimag mein, Vikas?”
“Kuch nahi ma’am…” Vikas ne aankhen jhuka li… lekin unki kamar ki lakir dekh ke andar sab kuch kadak ho gaya tha.
Ma’am ne dheere se apna pallu side kiya… aur kaha:
“Tumhari nazar har waqt meri kamar pe hoti hai na… ab dekho achhi tarah…”
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Renu Ma’am ne apna dupatta bilkul side kar diya; blouse tight tha, aur uske neeche se bra ke shape clearly dikhti thi. Vikas ke haath kaanp rahe the.
Ma’am ne uska haath uthaya, apni navel pe rakha…
“Yeh sab tumhe chahiye tha na?” Unka sans garam ho gaya tha.
Vikas ne dheere se unki navel ko finger se rub kiya; aur Ma’am ki kamar thodi hil gayi, “Ahh… softly Vikas… yeh college hai…”
Ma’am ne use apne taraf kheech liya; uski aankhen band, lips soft, ek dum wet, aur phir…
“Agar himmat hai… to meri back pe haath rakho…”
Vikas ne unka pallu poora hata diya. Renu Ma’am ki back pe blouse ka dori tha sirf. Andar ka bra strap halka sa visible.
Vikas ne pehli baar uske blouse ke peeche haath dala aur ma’am ne dheere se moan kiya:
“Tum jaante ho Vikas 2 saal se kisi ne mujhe aise chhua nahi?”
Renu ma’am ne Vikas ka haath pakad ke apne blouse ke hook tak le gaya. Uski sansen tez thi; aankhon mein pyaas thi.
“Beta… khol do… ma’am ki pyaas bujhao aaj…”
Vikas ne dheere se hook khola aur blouse halka sa khula. Uske neeche cream color ka soft cotton bra tha, jisme se 38 size ke soft boobs bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the.
Ma’am ne khud saree neeche khiska di; kamar se leke thighs tak narm white skin dikh rahi thi. Navel ke neeche ek chhoti si bindi chipki thi; aur hips pe tight panty ka elastic.
“Dekh Vikas; teri ma’am bhi ladki hi hai; bhookh usse bhi lagti hai…”
Vikas ne ma’am ko wall se lagaya; aur uska bra side kiya. Dono breasts uske haath mein the; soft, warm, full. Aur unki nipples tight ho gayi thi.
“Ahhh… Vikas, don’t stop. Yahi chahiye mujhe… Uff! haan…”
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Vikas ne ma’am ko lift karke table pe bithaya; blouse utar chuka tha; bra half open aur saree poori tarah neeche. Panty sirf hips pe latak rahi thi.
“Ma’am, aapki body… itni soft… itni sexy…”
“Kha ja mujhe Vikas… pura kha ja…”
Vikas ne ma’am ke boobs ko lick kiya, suck kiya; tongue se poora area wet kar diya. Ma’am hilti ja rahi thi.
“Ahhh… beta… muh se le raha hai tu… Uff! Teacher ko student chaat raha hai…”
Ma’am ne uska sir pakad ke aur tight kiya.
“Aur andar… neeche bhi… taste kar mujhe…”
Vikas ne panty side ki. Ma’am ka full wet area samne tha; trimmed, soft, warm; aur fragrant. Usne slowly lick kiya. Ma’am ke moans unke haath se control ho rahe the.
“Beta… wahin… tongue ghusa… uff… yahi… meri jaan…”
Renu ma’am ab poori tarah hil chuki thi. Usne Vikas ko deewar se lagaya aur khud aage jhuki.
Doggy position mein, saree hips ke upar, panty ek side, back arched aur woh full ready thi.
“Aaj Renu ma’am teri hai, Vikas… andar ghusa… full… ahhh…”
Vikas ne tight hold kiya, aur entry ki deep. Ma’am ki cheek se narm slap jaisi awaaz aayi. Moans pura storeroom mein gunj uthi:
“Beta… aaahhh… tu to pura monster nikla… uff… bas… thoda dheere…”
Renu ma’am ka har thrust pe kamar hil rahi thi. Unka body sweat se chamak raha tha. Unka boobs table pe rub ho rahe the, nipples hard aur back pura arched hua tha.
Vikas abhi bhi usi storeroom ke kone mein khada tha; body garam thi, sansen tez; lekin Renu Ma’am ne apna blouse seedha kiya. Wo saree uthayi, aur pallu se thoda paseena pochha.
Usne Vikas ki taraf dekha, halki si smile di — wo smile jisme thoda sukoon tha; thoda shaitani bhi.
“Ab bas… ab main Renu teacher hoon fir se…” Usne aankh maar ke kaha.
Phir saree ko properly pleat kiya, blouse ke hook band kiye aur bal jhatak ke normal tone mein boli:
“Vikas, tum bhi fresh ho jao… aur apni notebook leke staffroom ke paas milna… kal ka test discuss karna hai…”
Jaise kuch hua hi nahi tha.
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10 minute baad Renu Ma’am class mein wapas gayi. Sab students apni copy khol ke baithe the. Ma’am board ke paas gayi, aur chalk uthaya.
“Good morning students. Aaj hum ‘Desire and Conflict’ topic padhenge…”
Vikas last bench pe baitha tha; aankhon mein respect se zyada ab possessiveness thi.
Ma’am chalk se likh rahi thi par har baar jab wo board pe jhukti, uska blouse ka neckline thoda hilta aur Vikas ke dimaag mein storeroom ki tasveerin flash hoti.
Ma’am ne ek pal ke liye piche mur ke dekha; aankhon se hi bola:
“Mujhe mat ghur… warna agli baar staffroom mein le jaungi…”
Renu Ma’am wapas normal teacher ban chuki thi; lekin chal mein ab thoda leher tha. Kamar hilti thi jaise ab usme jaan bhar gayi ho.
Board se chalk uthate waqt wo jaanti thi ki Vikas ki aankhen uski kamar pe fix hoti hain. Ab wo aankhon se bhi tease karti thi.
Class ke sab ladke jaise sirf ek teacher dekh rahe the; lekin Vikas jaanta tha ki andar ka asli scene kya hai aur kya taste kiya tha usne.