Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Goa ki us aag laga dene wali, wild raat ke baad jab agli subah suraj nikla, toh villa ka nazara kisi toofan ke guzar jaane ke baad ki shanti jaisa tha. Har koi hangover aur raat bhar ki thakaan se choor tha. Par is thakaan mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur nasheeli khumari bhi thi.

Trupti jab apne kamre se bahar aayi, toh uske chehre par ek alag hi 'post-sex glow' tha. Usne ek dhili-dhali, floral beach maxi dress pehni hui thi, jo hawa mein lehra rahi thi. Raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki be-raham ragad, uske doodhiya boobs par Abhay ke hothon ke nishaan, aur uski chhuttiyon ka aakhri nasha uske jism ke por-por se jhalak raha tha. Usne apne baalon ko khula rakha tha taaki uski gardan aur collarbone par Abhay ne jo gehri laal aur neeli 'love bites' (hickeys) di thin, unhe chhupa sake. Par uske chalne mein aayi wo halki si lachak aur dard saaf bata raha tha ki raat ko uski kya haalat ki gayi thi.
Abhay theek uske piche-piche kitchen area mein aaya. Uska seena chauda tha aur uski aankhon mein ek vijeta (winner) wala ghamand tha. Aate hi usne poore haq se apne dono majboot haath Trupti ki patli kamar par lapet diye aur uski nangi gardan ke paas apna chehra ghusa kar ek gehra kiss (smooch) kar diya.


"Good morning, meri jaan..." Abhay ne fusfusate hue kaha. Trupti ne sharma kar apni aankhein band kar lin aur halke se uske seene par lagg gayi.
Theek usi waqt, kitchen island ke doosre kone par Rahul khada black coffee pee raha tha. Usne ye saara nazara apni aankhon se dekha. Uski Sati-Savitri Maa, jiske jism ko wo apni private jagir samajhta tha, aaj kisi aur mard ki baahon mein pighal rahi thi. Rahul ke dimaag mein kal raat ki wo saari details ghoomne lagin—kaise Trupti ne squirting ki thi, kaise uske chehre aur boobs par Abhay ka veerya (cum) gira tha. Rahul ka khoon ubal raha tha. Uski mutthi itni zor se kassi hui thi ki coffee mug tootne ki kagaar par tha. Par usne apne chehre par wahi shant, masoom aur cool mask pehan rakha tha. Raat ko Abhay ke laptop se churaya gaya Vikki ka blackmail video uski jeb mein padi pendrive mein tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ki ye khushi chand dinon ki mehmaan hai.
Thodi der mein Pranay aur Shital bhi room se bahar aaye. Dono thode awkward zaroor lag rahe the, par unke chehron par raat ke hookup ki thakaan saaf thi. Sabse aakhir mein Kriti bahar aayi. Wo buri tarah hungover thi, par uski aankhein khulte hi seedha Rahul ke nange, muscular chest par jaakar tik gayin. Truth or Dare game mein Rahul ki godh par lap dance dene ke baad se hi Kriti ke andar Rahul ko paane ki aag bhadak chuki thi.
"Guys," Rahul ne apna coffee mug rakhte hue ek bohot hi casual aur energetic aawaz mein kaha, "Aaj shaam ki humari flight hai. Kyun na flight se pehle is hangover ko utaarne ke liye beach par ek aakhri chill session kiya jaye? No heavy games, bas thoda paani, thodi dhup aur relax."
Group ne turant haami bhar di. Goa ki is 'no rules' vacation energy ko koi itni jaldi chhodna nahi chahta tha.
Sab log beach par jaane ki tayari karne lage. Trupti ne Rahul ko akele dekha toh uske andar ki 'Maa' thodi si bechain ho gayi. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul uske aur Abhay ke romance ko dekh kar andar hi andar hurt ho raha hoga (fake breakup ki wajah se). Trupti dabe paaon Rahul ke paas aayi aur uske baazu par bohot hi naram, maternal tareeqe se apna haath rakha.
"Rahul..." Trupti ne aawaz ko dheema rakhte hue, aas-paas dekh kar ek maa aur ek dost dono ke tone mein kaha. "Aaj ka din poore maze se enjoy karna. Puraani baaton ko ya mujhe Abhay ke saath dekh kar apne dimaag par bojh mat dalna. Tu khush rahega, toh mujhe sach mein bohot acha lagega. Move on, and find some fun for yourself."
Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski Maa kitni bholi thi, jo us shaitaan ko humdardi dikha rahi thi jo uski barbaadi ka poora jaal bun chuka tha.
"Don't worry, Trupti," Rahul ne behad sweet aur reassuring muskaan dete hue kaha. "Main bilkul theek hoon. Kriti is good company, main apne liye fun dhoondh lunga. Tum bas apni life enjoy karo."
Trupti ko ye sun kar itna sukoon mila ki usne halke se Rahul ka gaal thapthapaya aur khushi-khushi Abhay ke paas chali gayi. Uski aakhri tension bhi ab khatam ho gayi thi.
Thodi der baad, poora group samandar ke kinare safed rait par tha. Halki-phulki beach volleyball chal rahi thi. Hawa mein namkeen mehak thi. Kriti ne aaj ek behad choti si neon pink bikini pehni thi aur wo lagataar Rahul ke aas-paas mandra rahi thi.
Volleyball ke beech jab Rahul thak kar rait par baitha, toh Kriti turant uske peeche aa gayi. Uske haath mein sunscreen ki bottle thi. Bina pooche, Kriti ne apne dono haath Rahul ki chaudi peeth par rakhe aur cream malna shuru kar diya.
"Tumhare muscles bohot tight hain Rahul..." Kriti ne jaan-bhoojh kar apne nange boobs Rahul ki peeth se ragadte hue kaha. Phir wo thoda aage khiski aur apne honth Rahul ke kaan ke bilkul kareeb laakar fusfusayi, "Kal raat mere lap dance ke waqt... tumhara wo tent bohot tight tha. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi ki tum kitne hard the... Kya aaj flight se pehle... bina kapdon ke us dance ka ek repeat chahiye?"


Rahul ne Kriti ki aawaz mein wo bechaini aur bhookh saaf sun li thi. Usne ek pal ke liye samne dekha, jahan Trupti paani ke kinare Abhay ke hothon par kiss kar rahi thi. Rahul ke andar ki aag aur jalan achanak hawas mein badal gayi.
'Maa toh wahan Abhay ki randi bani hui hai,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue apne dimaag mein socha. 'Meri ye aag mujhe jala rahi hai. Aur ye Kriti khud mere lund ke liye tadap rahi hai. Is Kriti ko chod kar meri bhadas bhi nikal jayegi, aur Abhay ko bhi lagega ki main aage badh chuka hoon. Abhay ka ego aur hawa mein udegai ki usne mujhe hara diya, jabki use pata hi nahi ki uska game pehle hi over ho chuka hai.'
Rahul ne palat kar Kriti ki aankhon mein dekha, uske hothon par ek be-rahm, hawasi muskaan thi. Usne halke se Kriti ki nangi, chikni jaangh par apna haath rakha aur daba diya. "I'd love that, Kriti. Dopehar mein room par milte hain." Kriti ka chehra khushi aur hawas se khil utha. Uski panty wahi beach par gili hone lagi thi.
Udhar, volleyball ab mini-dares mein badal chuki thi. Jo point haarta, use choti-moti saza (punishment) milti. Khel-khel mein Abhay ne ek easy shot miss kar diya.
"Out! Point humara!" Sahil aur Pranay josh mein chillaye. "Abhay haara hai, iski saza milegi!"
Dono haste hue Abhay par jhapte. Abhay bhi has raha tha aur unse chhutne ki koshish kar raha tha, par Sahil ne peeche se use pakad liya. Pranay ne paas hi padi ek lambi beach sarong (towel) uthayi aur Abhay ke dono mazboot haathon ko uski peeth ke peeche kaskar baandh (bound) diya.
"Acha beta! Chhodunga nahi tum dono ko main," Abhay has raha tha. Uske baandhe jane par uske biceps aur chest ke muscles buri tarah strain (tan) kar rahe the. Ye nazara ek ajeeb sa erotic tease ban gaya tha. Ek tagda, alpha male unke saamne bebas khada tha, jiske haath piche bandhe the.
"Is saza mein thoda aur spice daalte hain," Pranay ne shaitani hansi haste hue kaha. "Kyun na iska swimming trunk bhi nikaal dein? Trupti bhabhi ke theek saamne iska nanga pradarshan karte hain!"
Sab log zor-zor se hasne lage. Abhay ne thoda ghabrate hue, par maje mein apne haath chhudane ki koshish ki.
Par theek usi waqt, Trupti ke andar ki protective aur dominant girlfriend bahar aa gayi. Wo apni floral dress mein matakti hui aage aayi. Uski aankhon mein ek pyaar bhara gussa tha.
"Arre no! Bohot ho gaya tumhara teasing," Trupti ne Pranay aur Sahil ko peeche dhakelte hue Abhay ke saamne aakar protective shield ki tarah khadi ho gayi. "He is my boyfriend now. Isko pareshan karna band karo tum log, samjhe?"
Trupti ki is bebaak aur poore haq wali aawaz ne sabko ekdum shant kar diya, par unke chehron par badi si muskaan thi. Trupti aage badhi aur usne behad naram haathon se Abhay ke piche bandhi us towel ki gaath (knot) ko khol diya. Abhay ke haath jaise hi azaad hue, usne turant Trupti ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uski aankhon mein ek mardana garv (pride) aur behisab possessiveness jhalak rahi thi—uske ego ko is baat se aasmaan mil gaya tha ki uski bandi sabke saamne use defend kar rahi hai.


Trupti ne halke se Abhay ke garm, laal ho chuke kalaiyon (wrists) par apne naram hothon se ek kiss kiya.
Kiss karte waqt, Trupti ki nazrein galti se ghoom kar theek door baithe Rahul par ja padi. Uska 'Maa' wala dil ek pal ke liye thithka—kya Rahul is public display se hurt hua hoga?
Par Rahul ne wahan baithe-baithe, Kriti ko apni baahon mein lapete hue, Trupti ko ek bohot hi casual aur khushnuma thumbs-up diya. Uski aankhon mein koi dard nahi, balki ek azaadi thi.
Ye dekh kar Trupti ke dil ki aakhri fikar bhi hawa ho gayi. Usne ek sukoon bhari aur chahakti hui muskaan Rahul ko wapas di aur poori tarah Abhay ki baahon mein simat gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ko kaskar chooma, uska mardana ego is waqt aasmaan par tha. Wo is baat se poori tarah anjaan tha ki Rahul ka wo thumbs-up uski khushi ke liye nahi, balki us (Abhay) ke aane wale bhayanak vinaash ka countdown tha. Beach ki is garm dhoop aur rait ke beech, jahan ek taraf Trupti apni nayi jawani aur pyaar ka jashn mana rahi thi, wahin doosri taraf Rahul Kriti ke jism ko nochne ki tayari ke saath apne mastermind khel ka agla panna khol chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri dopehar mein hawas aur dhokhe ka poora jaal bichh chuka tha.


Beach ki dhoop ab thodi narm padne lagi thi, par hawa mein hawas ki garmi apne charam par thi. Jab volleyball aur beach-games khatam hue, toh poora group thakaan aur sharirik khinchav ke maare alag-alag dishaon mein bikhar gaya. Pranay aur Shital ek doosre ke gale mein baahein daale samandar ki gehri lehron ki taraf nikal gaye, aur Abhay—apne mardana ego ke nashe mein choor—Trupti ki patli kamar ko kaskar pakde hue, door beach par ek lambi romantic walk ke liye le gaya.
Kriti ne dekha ki maidaan saaf hai. Usne Rahul ka haath kaskar pakda aur use kisi bahaane se un badi-badi chattanon (rock formations) ki taraf kheencha jo beach ke ek sunsaan kone mein thin. Rahul, jiske dimaag mein abhi bhi Trupti ke nange jism aur Abhay ke us 'bound wrists' wale nazaare ki aag lag rahi thi, wo bina kuch bole Kriti ke peeche chal diya. Use apni bhadaas nikaalne ke liye ek jism chahiye tha, aur Kriti is waqt ek tapti hui dawat ki tarah uske saamne thi.
Chattanon ke peeche pahunchte hi, jahan samandar ki lehron ka shor baaki duniya ki aawaaz ko daba deta tha, Kriti ne Rahul ko ek jhatke se deewar (rock) se sata diya. Usne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Rahul ke gile, muscular seene par apne dono haath rakhe aur uski aankhon mein hawas bhari nazron se dekha.
"Tum jaante ho main kal raat se kitni bechain hoon..." Kriti ne haanfte hue, Rahul ke kaan ke paas fusfusaya. "Wo lap dance toh sirf ek trailer tha... Aaj mujhe waisa hi chod do jaise tum kal raat mujhe dekh kar tadap rahe the. I want you inside me, Rahul. Right now."
Rahul ke andar ka shaitaan jaag utha. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur use ghumakar chattano se laga diya. Usne Kriti ke raseele hothon ko be-rahmi se choomna shuru kiya. Ye kiss pyaar wala nahi tha, ye ek wehshi (wild) bhookh thi. Rahul ki jeebh Kriti ke muh ko buri tarah raund rahi thi. Kriti siskariyan le rahi thi, uske haath Rahul ke baalon mein kase hue the.
Rahul ne kiss toda aur apna sar Kriti ke neon pink bikini top ki taraf jhukaya. "Bahut bol rahi thi na... dikhao toh sahi kya chhupa rakha hai is pink kapde mein," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.
Usne bikini ki strings ko jhatke se dhila kiya aur us pink kapde ko ek taraf hata diya. Kriti ke nange boobs hawa mein azaad ho gaye. Halanki uske boobs Trupti ki tarah 38-inch ke bhari aur maansal nahi the, par wo 34-inch ke kase hue, gudaaz aur ekdum tanne hue the. Samandar ki thandi hawa lagte hi Kriti ke nipples buri tarah akad kar do kaale motiyon ki tarah bahar nikal aaye the. Rahul ne un nange pahaadon ko ghoora aur uske lund mein ek jordaar jhatka laga.


"Ahhh... sssssss..." Kriti ne apni peeth chattano se sata di jab Rahul ne uske ek boob ko apne chaude panje mein bhar kar zor se masal diya. Rahul ne doosra boob apne muh mein bhar liya aur use kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah choosne (sucking) laga. Wo Kriti ke nipple ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaat raha tha, jaise wo apna saara gussa us naram maans par nikaal raha ho. Kriti madhosh hokar siskaiyan le rahi thi, "Ohhh Rahul... mmmmhhh... aur zor se... yes!"
Rahul ke haath Kriti ki gori jaanghon aur uske bikini bottoms ke andar ghoom rahe the. Uska lund uski swimming trunks ko faadne ke liye betaab tha. Usne Kriti ko thoda peeche dhakela aur khud chattano par baith gaya.
Kriti uski bhookh samajh gayi thi. Wo bina kahe rait par apne ghutno ke bal (on her knees) baith gayi. Rahul ne apne trunks neeche kiye aur uska 6-inch lamba aur lohe jaisa sakht lund jhatke se bahar nikal kar Kriti ke chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya. Lund ka topa pre-cum se chamak raha tha.
Kriti ne ek baar Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur phir apna muh poori tarah khol kar us garam hathiyar ko apne hothon mein dabo liya.


"Gluck... gluck... slurp... slurp..."
Samandar ki lehron ka shor Kriti ki chusne ki gandi aawaazon ke saath mil gaya tha. Kriti ek pro ki tarah Rahul ke lund ko apne gale tak utaar rahi thi. Wo apne gaalon ko pitchka kar vacuum bana rahi thi aur zor-zor se suck kar rahi thi. Rahul ne apne haath Kriti ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uske sar ko aage-piche karne laga (sloppy blowjob). Rahul ko is gandi chusaayi mein Trupti ki yaad aa rahi thi—kaise uski Maa kisi aur ki godh mein baithi thi—aur wo apna saara badla Kriti ke muh mein apne lund ke jhatkon se le raha tha.
Kriti ne lund bahar nikaala aur uske tope ko apni jeebh se chaatne lagi, "Maza aa raha hai na? Aaj main tumhe poora kha jaungi..." Usne phir se poora lund muh mein liya aur tezi se strokes dene lagi. Rahul ki saansein ukhadne lagi thin, uska lund itna garam ho chuka tha ki wo kabhi bhi phat sakta tha.
Par Rahul ko sirf blowjob se sabra nahi tha. Use jism ki garmi chahiye thi. Usne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use oopar uthaya. Kriti haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par Rahul ki laar aur pre-cum chamak raha tha.


"Bahut hua nakhra... ab asli maza dikhata hoon tujhe," Rahul ne use palat kar chattano ke sahare ghodi (doggy style) banne ka ishara kiya. Kriti ne ek shaitani muskaan di aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand hawa mein utha di.


Vacation ki ye aakhri dopehar ab ek behad gande aur fast-paced quicky mein badalne wali thi. Rahul ne Kriti ki gaand ke dono kulhon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uski gili, garam yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Flight se pehle ka ye 'last trip' ab Goa ke un sunsaan pattharon ke peeche jismon ki bhayanak takkar ka gawah banne wala tha.

Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use niche se upar kheencha. Kriti ke hothon par Rahul ke lund ki laar chamak rahi thi aur uski aankhon mein hawas ka nasha poori tarah utar aaya tha. Rahul ne use bina ek pal diye ghumaya aur chattanon (rocks) ki ek unchi satah par use aage ki taraf jhuka diya.
"Uff... Rahul... yes!" Kriti ne apne dono haath thandi chattan par tikaye aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand ko hawa mein piche ki taraf nikaal diya.

Rahul uske theek piche khada ho gaya. Neon pink bikini bottom uski gori gaand ke maansal hisse ko poori tarah nahi dhak pa raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki samandar ke paani aur uski khud ki hawas ki wajah se Kriti ki panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur uske chuttaron (buttocks) ke beecho-beech chipak gayi thi. Us geeli panty ke aar-paar Kriti ki yoni (pussy) ka ubhaar aur uske hothon ki outline saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rahul ne ek be-rahm muskaan di aur apna bhari, garm panja hawa mein uthakar Kriti ki nangi gaand par zor se de maara.
CHHA-TAAK!
"Ahhhhhhh! Rahul... ssssss!" Kriti ke muh se ek dard aur maze bhari cheekh nikal gayi. Uske gore kulhe par Rahul ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan ubhar aaye.
Rahul ne bina der kiye, uski geeli panty ko ek taraf kheencha aur apne tanaav se phatne wale 6-inch lund ko seedha uski garam aur liplipi yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apni kamar ko ek jordaar jhatka diya aur poora lund ek hi baar mein Kriti ke andar utaar diya.
"Oohhhhhh my Godddd! Sssssssssss!" Kriti ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin aur usne chattan ko kaskar pakad liya.
Rahul ne ruka nahi. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur be-intehaan taqat se use chodna (thrusting) shuru kar diya.


Thap... Thap... Thap... Slap... Slap...
Har dhakke ke saath Kriti ka jism aage-piche ho raha tha aur uska maansal badan Rahul ki janghon se takra kar ek gandi aawaaz paida kar raha tha. Rahul is waqt kisi junoon mein tha. Har jhatke ke saath uske dimaag mein Trupti aur Abhay ka nasha ghoom raha tha. 'Tu wahan Abhay se khud ko chudwa rahi hai na Maa?' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue socha. 'Toh dekh... main yahan is Kriti ko teri yaad mein noch raha hoon. Mujhe yahi chahiye tha... koi aisa jism jise main be-rahmi se ragad sakun jab tak ki main tujhe wapas hasil na kar loon.'
"Ahhh... Rahul... aur zor se... faad do mujhe... yes... harder!" Kriti pagal ho rahi thi. Rahul ki mardana taqat aur uski roughness use jannat dikha rahi thi.
Rahul ne Kriti ke baal peeche se kheenchi aur uski nangi peeth par apne naakhun gada diye. Wo use kisi janwar ki tarah raund raha tha. Kriti ki yoni se nikalne wala chipchipa ras Rahul ke lund ki shaft par phisal raha tha, jisse har dhakka aur bhi zyada gehra aur silsilati aawaaz ke saath andar ja raha tha.
"Mmmhhhh... Rahul... main... main jhadne wali hoon... please... don't stop!" Kriti ki saansein ukhadne lagin.
Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Kriti apne climax ke bohot kareeb hai. Usne apni speed aur tez kar di aur apna ek haath aage badha kar Kriti ki taangon ke beech uski clitoris (clit) ko ungliyon se buri tarah ragadne laga. Is double attack ne Kriti ka dimaag sunn kar diya.


"Aahhhhhhhhhh! Rahullll!" Kriti ka poora jism buri tarah thar-thara gaya (shivering). Uski yoni ki deewaron ne Rahul ke lund ko kaskar jhakad liya aur usne apna saara garm paani Rahul ke lund par chhod diya.
Kriti ke orgasm ne Rahul ki bachi-kuchi bardaasht bhi khatam kar di. Rahul ki kamar akad gayi aur usne teen-chaar behad gehrayi tak jaane wale jordaar dhakke maare.
"Ahhhhhhh... fuckkkk!" Rahul ne gurrate hue apna lund aakhri second mein Kriti ke andar se bahar nikaala aur garm veerya (cum) ki moti pichkariyan Kriti ki gori aur laal ho chuki gaand (ass) par chhodne laga.
Pich... pich... pich...
Safed, gaadha cum Kriti ke chuttaron par behta hua niche rait par girne laga. Rahul haanfte hue Kriti ke upar hi jhuk gaya, uska paseena Kriti ki nangi peeth par tapak raha tha. Dono ki dhadkanein samandar ki lehron se bhi tez thin.
Kuch der wahi sannate mein bitane ke baad, Rahul ne apne trunks upar kiye. Kriti ne aahista se apni bikhri hui bikini theek ki aur palat kar Rahul ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek behad santusht aur nashiili muskaan thi. Usne ek halki si hansi (giggle) di aur Rahul ke gaal par ek geela kiss kiya.
"Best vacation ending ever, Rahul," Kriti ne aankh maarte hue kaha. "Humne toh Goa ki rait ko bhi garm kar diya."
Rahul ne bhi ek halki muskaan di, par uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak ab wapas aa chuki thi. Uska jism shant ho chuka tha, par uska dimaag ab wapas apne asli mission par tha.
"Chalo, ab wapas group ke paas chalte hain," Rahul ne kaha. "Flight ka time ho raha hai... aur college khulte hi ek naya khel shuru karna hai."
Dono chattanon se bahar nikle, bilkul aise jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Door se Trupti ne unhe aate dekha toh usne ek sukoon bhari muskaan di. Use laga ki uska beta 'move on' kar raha hai aur khush hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne abhi-abhi Kriti ke jism par apna gussa utara hai taaki wo Trupti ki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye apne control mein lane ka aakhri aur sabse bhayanak jaal bun sake. Goa ki ye aakhri dopehar khatam ho chuki thi, aur ab baari thi college ki... jahan Abhay ka vinaash aur Trupti ki 'Maa' wali image ka aakhri janaza nikalne wala tha.