Adultery A teacher - Sexually Broken
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Chapter 1
Main Aryan hoon, unnees saal ka, final year mein padhta hoon. School mein log mujhe ameer ghar ka confident ladka kehte hain, lekin raat ko jab akela hota hoon toh mera lund sirf ek hi naam par khada ho jaata hai, Mrs. Priya Sharma. Woh hamari English ki teacher hain, 40 saal ki, divorced aur akeli rehti hain, aur har baar jab woh classroom mein aati hain toh mera lund pant mein tight ho jaata hai.Unka chehra bilkul randi jaisa seductive hai – thoda gora, thoda dusky, gehri bhuri aankhein jo lecture dete waqt bhi aisi lagti hain jaise keh rahi hon “mujhe chodo”. Lambe kaale baal jude mein bandhe rehte hain, lekin kabhi kabhi lat nikal kar gale par girti hai aur mann karta hai pakad kar peeche kheench loon aur muh mein daal doon.Asli maza toh unka badan deta hai. Unke boobs itne bade, itne bhare hue aur gol hain ki blouse phaad kar bahar aane ko bekaraar rehte hain – 36D se bade hi honge. Jab woh board ki taraf mudti hain toh woh zor se hilte hain, cleavage itni gehri ki lund usme daal kar titfuck karne ka mann karta hai. Nipples dark brown aur mote honge, thodi si garmi mein bhi khade ho kar blouse se saaf dikhne lagenge, jaise keh rahe hon “chooso mujhe”.Kamar patli hai, 28 inch ki, jo unke hips ko aur zyada bharavdar aur chootad ko gol-gol bana deti hai – 38 inch ke motte chootad jo saree ke neeche se bhi apna poora shape dikhaate hain. Chalte waqt woh itne tease karte hue hilte hain ki sochta hoon gaand mein lund daal kar zor-zor se thok doon. Jaanghein lambi, mulayam aur garam, pet flat lekin thoda soft, navel itna gehra ki jeebh daal kar chusne ka mann karta hai.Skin caramel jaisi silky hai, massage karne par chamakne wali. Lekin sabse zyada gandi khayali unki choot ke aate hain, neatly trimmed ya shayad bilkul chikni, moti pinkish-brown lips wali, jo thodi si excitement mein hi geeli ho jaati hongi, andar se tight aur garam, mera mota lund andar jaate hi cheekhne lagegi. Sochta hoon unki choot kitni rasbhari hogi, kitni zor se dabegi mere lund ko, aur kitna pani chhodengi jab main unhe chodunga.Har raat muth maarta hoon toh sirf unki choot, unke boobs, unki gaand aur unke muh ka khayal aata hai ,unke hoth mere lund par, unki jeebh mere supare par ghumti hui, unki cheekhein jab main pehle baar unki gaand maroon.Ab school band hone wala hai aur chhuttiyan shuru hone wali hain. Aur mujhe unki zindagi ki sabse badi kamzori ka saboot mil chuka hai. Is baar yeh jism sirf dekhne ya muth maarne ke liye nahi rahega. Yeh mera hoga, har ched, har raat, har din. Unki choot mein mera lund, unki gaand mein mera lund, unke muh mein mera pani, unke boobs par mera maal – unhe itna chodunga ki woh khud mangegi aur bolegi, “Aryan, mujhe aur chodo, main tumhari hoon.”
Main Aryan hoon, unnees saal ka, final year mein padhta hoon. School mein log mujhe ameer ghar ka confident ladka kehte hain, lekin raat ko jab akela hota hoon toh mera lund sirf ek hi naam par khada ho jaata hai, Mrs. Priya Sharma. Woh hamari English ki teacher hain, 40 saal ki, divorced aur akeli rehti hain, aur har baar jab woh classroom mein aati hain toh mera lund pant mein tight ho jaata hai.Unka chehra bilkul randi jaisa seductive hai – thoda gora, thoda dusky, gehri bhuri aankhein jo lecture dete waqt bhi aisi lagti hain jaise keh rahi hon “mujhe chodo”. Lambe kaale baal jude mein bandhe rehte hain, lekin kabhi kabhi lat nikal kar gale par girti hai aur mann karta hai pakad kar peeche kheench loon aur muh mein daal doon.Asli maza toh unka badan deta hai. Unke boobs itne bade, itne bhare hue aur gol hain ki blouse phaad kar bahar aane ko bekaraar rehte hain – 36D se bade hi honge. Jab woh board ki taraf mudti hain toh woh zor se hilte hain, cleavage itni gehri ki lund usme daal kar titfuck karne ka mann karta hai. Nipples dark brown aur mote honge, thodi si garmi mein bhi khade ho kar blouse se saaf dikhne lagenge, jaise keh rahe hon “chooso mujhe”.Kamar patli hai, 28 inch ki, jo unke hips ko aur zyada bharavdar aur chootad ko gol-gol bana deti hai – 38 inch ke motte chootad jo saree ke neeche se bhi apna poora shape dikhaate hain. Chalte waqt woh itne tease karte hue hilte hain ki sochta hoon gaand mein lund daal kar zor-zor se thok doon. Jaanghein lambi, mulayam aur garam, pet flat lekin thoda soft, navel itna gehra ki jeebh daal kar chusne ka mann karta hai.Skin caramel jaisi silky hai, massage karne par chamakne wali. Lekin sabse zyada gandi khayali unki choot ke aate hain, neatly trimmed ya shayad bilkul chikni, moti pinkish-brown lips wali, jo thodi si excitement mein hi geeli ho jaati hongi, andar se tight aur garam, mera mota lund andar jaate hi cheekhne lagegi. Sochta hoon unki choot kitni rasbhari hogi, kitni zor se dabegi mere lund ko, aur kitna pani chhodengi jab main unhe chodunga.Har raat muth maarta hoon toh sirf unki choot, unke boobs, unki gaand aur unke muh ka khayal aata hai ,unke hoth mere lund par, unki jeebh mere supare par ghumti hui, unki cheekhein jab main pehle baar unki gaand maroon.Ab school band hone wala hai aur chhuttiyan shuru hone wali hain. Aur mujhe unki zindagi ki sabse badi kamzori ka saboot mil chuka hai. Is baar yeh jism sirf dekhne ya muth maarne ke liye nahi rahega. Yeh mera hoga, har ched, har raat, har din. Unki choot mein mera lund, unki gaand mein mera lund, unke muh mein mera pani, unke boobs par mera maal – unhe itna chodunga ki woh khud mangegi aur bolegi, “Aryan, mujhe aur chodo, main tumhari hoon.”
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Chapter 2
School ka aakhri din tha. Bells baj chuki thi, corridors khali ho chuke the, aur main jaanbujh kar apna bag dheere pack kar raha tha. Mrs. Priya Sharma apni desk par baithi papers check kar rahi thi. Woh aaj ek deep maroon saree pehne hue thi, blouse itna tight ki unke badebade boobs har saans ke saath dheere uparneeche ho rahe the, jaise kapda unki mulayam garam skin ko aur dabana chahta ho. Baal jude mein bandhe the, lekin kuchh laten gale par aa kar latak rahi thi, unki caramel neck ko chhute hue. Woh bilkul akeli thi, jaise har roz hoti hain, kyunki woh divorced hain aur ghar mein koi intezaar karne wala nahi.Kuchh hafte pehle maine blackmail material haasil kiya tha. Ek din computer lab mein late baitha tha, project ke naam par. Lab mein ek computer par koi staff member, shayad accounts clerk ya principal ka assistant, admin panel khula chhod gaya tha. Session logged in tha, logout karna bhool gaya. Main us computer par baitha aur curiosity mein accounts section open kiya. Wahan mujhe irregularity dikhi, school ke charity fund se ek chhoti amount personal account mein transfer hui thi. Maine transaction history trace ki aur pata chala ki woh amount Mrs. Sharma ke personal bank account mein gayi thi. Maine turant screenshots liye, transaction IDs, timestamps, sab kuch save kar liya. Woh desperate thi shayad, divorced hone ke baad akeli rehne ke kharche, aur pati ne kuchh nahi chhoda tha. Yeh unki sabse badi kamzori thi.Aaj main unke paas gaya aur desk par apna phone rakh diya. Screen par wahi screenshot tha, school ke online fee portal ka, jahaan unhone apne personal account se school ke funds transfer kiye the. Amount chhota tha, lekin proof solid tha. Timestamp, transaction ID, sab kuch clear.Unhone phone uthaya, screenshot dekha, aur unka chehra ek pal mein safed pad gaya. Unki gehri bhuri aankhein badi ho gayi, full hoth kaanpne lage, jaise unki saansein ruk si gayi.“Aryan… yeh… yeh kahan se mila tumhe?” unki awaaz mein darr aur thodi si kampan thi.Main muskura kar unke bilkul paas khada ho gaya, itna kareeb ki unki jasmine perfume ki meethi khushboo mere andar tak utar gayi, unki badan ki garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi.“Mujhe pata chal gaya tha kuchh din pehle, ma’am. Lab mein ek computer par admin panel khula chhoda gaya tha kisi ne galti se. Main late baitha tha aur dekha. Aapne socha hoga koi notice nahi karega, lekin maine kar liya. Ab yeh screenshot principal ke paas ja sakta hai… ya police ke paas bhi.”Unhone phone neeche rakh diya, haath kaanp rahe the. Unki saansein tez ho gayi, seene ka ubhaar aur zyada dikhne laga. “Please, Aryan… yeh galti thi. Main wapas kar dungi. Meri job chali jayegi… meri izzat… sab kuch.”Main unke aur kareeb jhuka, meri saans unke kaan ke paas se guzri. Unki khushboo aur garmahat ne mera lund dheere se harkat mein la diya.“Wapas toh karogi, lekin meri sharton par. School band hone ja raha hai aur chhuttiyan shuru hone wali hain. Tumhare paas ghar jaane ka koi plan nahi, aur akeli rehti ho. Isliye poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi – mere ghar mein, mere rules se. Jo kahunga, woh karogi. Bina sawaal kiye. Warna yeh screenshot kal subah principal ke inbox mein hoga.”Unhone mujhe ghoor kar dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur darr mila hua tha, lekin unki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, jaise badan mein kuchh aur bhi jag raha ho. “Tum yeh nahi kar sakte, Aryan. Main tumhari teacher hoon. Poore holidays? Yeh pagalpan hai. Main principal se baat kar lungi, ya police mein report kar dungi ki tumne illegal access kiya.”Main hans diya, unke chehre ke aur kareeb aakar. “Illegal access? Panel khula pada tha, ma’am. Kisi ne galti ki. Aur aap embezzlement kar rahi hain. Kaun zyada galat hai? Proof mere paas hai, aapke paas kuchh nahi. Try karke dekho, phir pata chalega kaun jeetega. Aur holidays mein school band rahega – koi sunne wala nahi milega.”Woh chup ho gayi, lekin unki aankhon mein virodh abhi bhi tha. Saansein tez thi, chehra laal, gale par ek halki si pasine ki chamak.“Pehla hukum,” maine kaha, “aaj shaam 7 baje mere ghar aana, apna suitcase le kar. Holidays khatam hone tak yahan rahogi. Koi bahana nahi.”Unhone sar neeche kiya, lekin sir hilaya nahi. “Main nahi aaungi,” dheemi awaaz mein boli, lekin awaaz mein kampan tha.“Meri marzi,” maine kaha. “Lekin kal subah tak agar suitcase le kar nahi aayi, toh screenshot bhej deta hoon. Soch lo.”Main phone utha kar chal diya. Peeche mudkar dekha, woh abhi bhi wahi baithi thi, haath muh par rakh kar, seena tezitezi se uparneeche, aankhon mein virodh ki chamak abhi baki thi.Shaam ke 7:15 baje doorbell baji. Maine darwaza khola toh woh khadi thi, same maroon saree, haath mein ek chhota suitcase. Chehra sakht aur thanda, aankhein neeche, lekin hoth dabaye hue, jaise andar ka gussa daba rahi hon.“Andar aao, ma’am.”Woh andar aayi, lekin bilkul dheere, jaise har kadam par lad rahi ho. Maine darwaza lock kiya aur drawing room mein le gaya. Ghar khali tha – poore holidays ke liye.Woh suitcase neeche rakh kar khadi rahi, baahen seene par bandhi hui, jaise apne badan ko chhupana chahti ho.“Main yahan isliye aayi kyunki mujhe majboori hai,” unhone kaha, awaaz mein gussa aur thodi si kampan. “Lekin yeh mat samajhna ki main khushi se maan rahi hoon ya poore holidays yahan rahungi.”Main unke saamne khada ho gaya, unki aankhon mein dekhta hua. “Suitcase yahan hai, matlab maan gayi. Baitho.”Woh nahi baithi. Unki saansein tez thi, blouse ke andar se unke boobs ki har harkat dikh rahi thi.“Ab se jab bhi tum mere ghar mein aaogi, darwaza band hote hi ghutno par baith jaogi. Samjhi?”Unhone mujhe ghoora, aankhon mein chalakti aag. “Yeh nahi karungi.”Main phone nikala aur screenshot khol kar unke saamne kiya, itna kareeb ki woh screen aur mera chehra dono dekh sake. “Phir theek hai. Main abhi email kar deta hoon.”Unhone ek lambi, gehri saans li, seena aur ubhra, aankhein band ki, phir dheere se ghutno par baith gayi. Saree ka pallu neeche sarak gaya, gehri cleavage bilkul saaf dikhne lagi, unki mulayam skin ki chamak moonlight mein jagmag kar rahi thi.
“Good girl,” maine dheemi, garam awaaz mein kaha aur unke baalon mein haath ferte hue jude khol diya. Ungliyan unki silky laten mein ghusi, khushboo aur badh gayi. Baal khul kar unki peeth par gir gaye, jaise ek kaala sa waterfall.Unhone sar uthaya aur mujhe dekha, aankhon mein nafrat, sharm aur majbooran bebasiyat ka mila jula ehsaas.“Aaj raat se shuruaat hai. Poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi. mere bed par, mere rules se. Tum meri gulam ho, chahe maan lo ya na maan lo. Aur dheere dheere seekh jaogi.”Unki saansein tez thi, hoth kaanp rahe the, muh band, lekin chup thi. Main jaanta tha, abhi woh resist kar rahi hai, lekin unka badan dheere dheere jawab de raha tha. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
School ka aakhri din tha. Bells baj chuki thi, corridors khali ho chuke the, aur main jaanbujh kar apna bag dheere pack kar raha tha. Mrs. Priya Sharma apni desk par baithi papers check kar rahi thi. Woh aaj ek deep maroon saree pehne hue thi, blouse itna tight ki unke badebade boobs har saans ke saath dheere uparneeche ho rahe the, jaise kapda unki mulayam garam skin ko aur dabana chahta ho. Baal jude mein bandhe the, lekin kuchh laten gale par aa kar latak rahi thi, unki caramel neck ko chhute hue. Woh bilkul akeli thi, jaise har roz hoti hain, kyunki woh divorced hain aur ghar mein koi intezaar karne wala nahi.Kuchh hafte pehle maine blackmail material haasil kiya tha. Ek din computer lab mein late baitha tha, project ke naam par. Lab mein ek computer par koi staff member, shayad accounts clerk ya principal ka assistant, admin panel khula chhod gaya tha. Session logged in tha, logout karna bhool gaya. Main us computer par baitha aur curiosity mein accounts section open kiya. Wahan mujhe irregularity dikhi, school ke charity fund se ek chhoti amount personal account mein transfer hui thi. Maine transaction history trace ki aur pata chala ki woh amount Mrs. Sharma ke personal bank account mein gayi thi. Maine turant screenshots liye, transaction IDs, timestamps, sab kuch save kar liya. Woh desperate thi shayad, divorced hone ke baad akeli rehne ke kharche, aur pati ne kuchh nahi chhoda tha. Yeh unki sabse badi kamzori thi.Aaj main unke paas gaya aur desk par apna phone rakh diya. Screen par wahi screenshot tha, school ke online fee portal ka, jahaan unhone apne personal account se school ke funds transfer kiye the. Amount chhota tha, lekin proof solid tha. Timestamp, transaction ID, sab kuch clear.Unhone phone uthaya, screenshot dekha, aur unka chehra ek pal mein safed pad gaya. Unki gehri bhuri aankhein badi ho gayi, full hoth kaanpne lage, jaise unki saansein ruk si gayi.“Aryan… yeh… yeh kahan se mila tumhe?” unki awaaz mein darr aur thodi si kampan thi.Main muskura kar unke bilkul paas khada ho gaya, itna kareeb ki unki jasmine perfume ki meethi khushboo mere andar tak utar gayi, unki badan ki garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi.“Mujhe pata chal gaya tha kuchh din pehle, ma’am. Lab mein ek computer par admin panel khula chhoda gaya tha kisi ne galti se. Main late baitha tha aur dekha. Aapne socha hoga koi notice nahi karega, lekin maine kar liya. Ab yeh screenshot principal ke paas ja sakta hai… ya police ke paas bhi.”Unhone phone neeche rakh diya, haath kaanp rahe the. Unki saansein tez ho gayi, seene ka ubhaar aur zyada dikhne laga. “Please, Aryan… yeh galti thi. Main wapas kar dungi. Meri job chali jayegi… meri izzat… sab kuch.”Main unke aur kareeb jhuka, meri saans unke kaan ke paas se guzri. Unki khushboo aur garmahat ne mera lund dheere se harkat mein la diya.“Wapas toh karogi, lekin meri sharton par. School band hone ja raha hai aur chhuttiyan shuru hone wali hain. Tumhare paas ghar jaane ka koi plan nahi, aur akeli rehti ho. Isliye poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi – mere ghar mein, mere rules se. Jo kahunga, woh karogi. Bina sawaal kiye. Warna yeh screenshot kal subah principal ke inbox mein hoga.”Unhone mujhe ghoor kar dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur darr mila hua tha, lekin unki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, jaise badan mein kuchh aur bhi jag raha ho. “Tum yeh nahi kar sakte, Aryan. Main tumhari teacher hoon. Poore holidays? Yeh pagalpan hai. Main principal se baat kar lungi, ya police mein report kar dungi ki tumne illegal access kiya.”Main hans diya, unke chehre ke aur kareeb aakar. “Illegal access? Panel khula pada tha, ma’am. Kisi ne galti ki. Aur aap embezzlement kar rahi hain. Kaun zyada galat hai? Proof mere paas hai, aapke paas kuchh nahi. Try karke dekho, phir pata chalega kaun jeetega. Aur holidays mein school band rahega – koi sunne wala nahi milega.”Woh chup ho gayi, lekin unki aankhon mein virodh abhi bhi tha. Saansein tez thi, chehra laal, gale par ek halki si pasine ki chamak.“Pehla hukum,” maine kaha, “aaj shaam 7 baje mere ghar aana, apna suitcase le kar. Holidays khatam hone tak yahan rahogi. Koi bahana nahi.”Unhone sar neeche kiya, lekin sir hilaya nahi. “Main nahi aaungi,” dheemi awaaz mein boli, lekin awaaz mein kampan tha.“Meri marzi,” maine kaha. “Lekin kal subah tak agar suitcase le kar nahi aayi, toh screenshot bhej deta hoon. Soch lo.”Main phone utha kar chal diya. Peeche mudkar dekha, woh abhi bhi wahi baithi thi, haath muh par rakh kar, seena tezitezi se uparneeche, aankhon mein virodh ki chamak abhi baki thi.Shaam ke 7:15 baje doorbell baji. Maine darwaza khola toh woh khadi thi, same maroon saree, haath mein ek chhota suitcase. Chehra sakht aur thanda, aankhein neeche, lekin hoth dabaye hue, jaise andar ka gussa daba rahi hon.“Andar aao, ma’am.”Woh andar aayi, lekin bilkul dheere, jaise har kadam par lad rahi ho. Maine darwaza lock kiya aur drawing room mein le gaya. Ghar khali tha – poore holidays ke liye.Woh suitcase neeche rakh kar khadi rahi, baahen seene par bandhi hui, jaise apne badan ko chhupana chahti ho.“Main yahan isliye aayi kyunki mujhe majboori hai,” unhone kaha, awaaz mein gussa aur thodi si kampan. “Lekin yeh mat samajhna ki main khushi se maan rahi hoon ya poore holidays yahan rahungi.”Main unke saamne khada ho gaya, unki aankhon mein dekhta hua. “Suitcase yahan hai, matlab maan gayi. Baitho.”Woh nahi baithi. Unki saansein tez thi, blouse ke andar se unke boobs ki har harkat dikh rahi thi.“Ab se jab bhi tum mere ghar mein aaogi, darwaza band hote hi ghutno par baith jaogi. Samjhi?”Unhone mujhe ghoora, aankhon mein chalakti aag. “Yeh nahi karungi.”Main phone nikala aur screenshot khol kar unke saamne kiya, itna kareeb ki woh screen aur mera chehra dono dekh sake. “Phir theek hai. Main abhi email kar deta hoon.”Unhone ek lambi, gehri saans li, seena aur ubhra, aankhein band ki, phir dheere se ghutno par baith gayi. Saree ka pallu neeche sarak gaya, gehri cleavage bilkul saaf dikhne lagi, unki mulayam skin ki chamak moonlight mein jagmag kar rahi thi.
“Good girl,” maine dheemi, garam awaaz mein kaha aur unke baalon mein haath ferte hue jude khol diya. Ungliyan unki silky laten mein ghusi, khushboo aur badh gayi. Baal khul kar unki peeth par gir gaye, jaise ek kaala sa waterfall.Unhone sar uthaya aur mujhe dekha, aankhon mein nafrat, sharm aur majbooran bebasiyat ka mila jula ehsaas.“Aaj raat se shuruaat hai. Poore holidays tum mere saath rahogi. mere bed par, mere rules se. Tum meri gulam ho, chahe maan lo ya na maan lo. Aur dheere dheere seekh jaogi.”Unki saansein tez thi, hoth kaanp rahe the, muh band, lekin chup thi. Main jaanta tha, abhi woh resist kar rahi hai, lekin unka badan dheere dheere jawab de raha tha. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
