In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
Ek Secret Mulakat || desi college teacher saree sex story || Desi hindi sex stories
Main Pune ke ek reputed private college mein assistant professor tha – Economics padhata tha. Priya English ki teacher thi wahi. Woh shaadi-shuda thi, uska pati Sameer ek IT company mein senior position pe tha. Unka ek 4 saal ka beta bhi tha, Ayaan. Dono ko dekh ke lagta tha perfect family hai – sundar couple, cute bachha, sab kuch set.
Lekin mujhe Priya se attraction tha pehle din se. Woh lagbhag 5'4" ki thi, gori-chitti nahi balki ek sundar wheatish glow wali skin, jo health se chamakti thi. Chehra itna attractive ki smile dekh ke dil baith jaata. Figure? Bhai, perfect hourglass – bhari-bhari choochiyan, patli kamar aur gol-mataal gaand jo har step pe hilti thi. Woh hamesha simple salwar-kameez pehenti thi, dupatta se chest cover karke, lekin uske tight curves chhup nahi paate the. Main har chance pe usko dekhta, aur har baar mera lund khada ho jaata.
Shuru-shuru mein woh bahut kam bolti thi – seedha point pe aati. Lekin college ka chhota staff room tha, jahaan free period mein sirf hum dono hi hote. Maine jokes maare, woh hansi, dheere-dheere baatein badhne lagi. Colleagues, students, movies, family – sab pe discuss karte. Paanch mahine baad hum solid dost ban chuke the. Woh mujhe call karti, messages karti. Ek din call pe uski awaaz udas thi. Maine poocha toh woh boli, “Kuch nahi yaar.” Par maine zor diya. Tab usne bataaya – uske pati Sameer sex mein bilkul selfish tha. Jaldi jaldi kaam khatam, uski satisfaction ki koi fikar nahi. “Main cowgirl aur missionary pasand karti hoon kyunki usme aankhon mein aankhein daal ke pyaar ho sakta hai,” usne sharmate hue bola. Maine suggest kiya counseling, lekin woh hansi aur topic badal diya.
Agle din main college jaldi pahuncha. Staff room khali tha. Priya aayi aur boli, “Good morning sir.” Us din usne light pink short-sleeve kameez pehna tha – pehle se zyada tight aur figure-hugging. Dupatta transparent, uske bhaari boobs saaf dikhte the. Kamar pe thodi si naram chhoti patti, hips itne wide aur gaand itni juicy ki nazar hi nahi hat ti.
“Tum aaj itni hot kyun lag rahi ho?” maine tease kiya.
Woh hansi, “Kya sir, pehli baar tight suit dekha hai kya?”
Baatein hui. Usne bataaya pati se baat nahi ki. Phir usne khud poocha, “Tumhe kaunse positions pasand hain?” Main shocked, lekin bola, “Cowgirl aur missionary – bilkul tere jaise.” Chemistry badh gaya. Uske baad uske dressing sense badla – short sleeves, saree days pe toh main bathroom jaake muth maarta.
Woh ab openly share karti – “Kal raat Sameer ne 40 seconds mein khatam kar diya.” Ek din staff room mein akela tha toh usne kaha, “Tum kitna time kar sakte ho?” Maine hans ke bola, “6 se 10 minute average.” Usne aankh maari, “Kash tum mere pati hote.”
Us din maine direct poocha, “Aaj shaam mere ghar pe mil sakti ho?” Woh nod kiya, “5:30 tak aa jaungi. Jaldi karna padega.”
Ghar pahunch ke maine clean kiya, shower liya, shorts-T-shirt pehna aur wait kiya. 5:15 pe doorbell baja. Peephole se dekha – Priya thi, lekin saath mein 4 saal ka Ayaan bhi. Thoda disappoint hua par smile kiya aur andar bulaaya.
“Beta cartoon dekh le,” maine TV pe Chhota Bheem laga diya. Ayaan turant busy ho gaya.
Priya ne yellow saree pehni thi – golden border wali, perfect drape. Uski kamar nangi, navel dikhta tha, boobs blouse se ubhar rahe the, gaand itni bhaari aur gol ki dekh ke lund rock hard ho gaya.
Ghar dikhaya, bedroom tak le gaya. “Bed comfortable hai na?” maine naughty smile se poocha.
Woh sharmaayi, “Dekhte hain.”
Living room mein Ayaan ko dekh ke woh boli, “Beta, mummy bathroom jaake aati hai, tu dekhte reh.”
Hum bedroom mein gaye. Main ne darwaza band kiya aur usko tightly hug kiya. Kiss kiya – gehra, passionate French kiss. Uske soft boobs mere chest pe dab rahe the, nipples hard. Haath neeche le gaya, saree uthayi, panty neeche ki aur uski juicy gaand ko squeeze kiya. Uski chut already geeli thi.
“Cowgirl pehle?” maine poocha.
Woh nod kiya, aankhon mein lust. Maine nanga hoke bed pe let gaya. Priya ne blouse-bra utara – uske bhaari, tight choochiyan ubhar aayi, brown nipples ekdum tasty lag rahe the. Woh saree-petticoat upar karke mere upar aa gayi, straddling position mein. Uski geeli chut mere lund ke tip pe lagi aur dheere se baith gayi. Poora lund andar chala gaya – tight, garam, wet. Woh moan karti hui hips hilane lagi, upar neeche, aage peeche. Main ne uske boobs pakde, squeeze kiye, nipples chuse. Woh tez ho gayi, apni clit mere crotch pe ragad rahi thi. Kuch minute baad woh jhad gayi, body kaanp rahi thi, “Arjun… ahhh!”
Maine usko doggy position mein ghumaya. Uski bhaari gaand mere saamne thi – maine cheeks failayi, chut pe lund set kiya aur ek dhakka maara. Poora andar. Phir tez dhakke – thap-thap awaaz aa rahi thi. Uski gaand mere hips pe takra rahi thi. 8 minute baad main uske andar hi jhad gaya, garam cum uski chut bhar diya.
“Bahut maza aaya,” usne saans chadhate hue kaha. Hum dono hasse. Kapde pehne, bahar aaye. Ayaan abhi bhi cartoon mein tha.
Uske baad humara affair shuru ho gaya. Staff room ke free periods mein quickies, mere ghar pe regular mulaqatein. Woh roz aati, hum wild sex karte – kabhi missionary mein aankhein milate, kabhi main uski gaand pe thapad maarta aur doggy mein chodta. Kabhi anal bhi try kiya, woh enjoy karti thi.
Do mahine baad Priya pregnant ho gayi. Usne bataya, “Pata nahi Sameer ka hai ya tera.” Us time Sameer ko better job mila Bangalore mein. Unka transfer ho gaya. Hum dono roye, last few days mein roz sex kiya – jaise last chance ho.
Woh chali gayi. Main ek saal baad shaadi kiya – arranged, meri wife bhi teacher hai, naam hai Riya. Humara bhi ek beta hai. Lekin Priya ko kabhi bhula nahi paaya.
Plot twist? Ek saal pehle suddenly Priya ka message aaya – “Arjun, Ayaan ke baad wala beta… woh tera hai. Bangalore mein hoon, Sameer se alag ho chuki hoon. Milna hai?”
Ab hum dono phir se milte hain jab chance milta hai. Secret, wild aur bilkul passionate. Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon – kuch cheezein kabhi khatam nahi hoti, bas badal jaati hain. Aur Priya? Woh ab bhi utni hi hot hai, bas thodi zyada experienced aur daring.
Yeh tha mera secret – college se shuru hui ek aag, jo aaj bhi jal rahi hai. 🔥
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