Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Goa ki us aakhri dophar  villa ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si bhari thakaan aur dabe hue jazbaaton ka mel tha. Sab log apne bags pack kar chuke the, par dimaag abhi bhi un bheege hue bistaron aur rait par beeti un nangi raaton mein atka hua tha. Trupti kitchen mein khadi aakhri baar sabke liye coffee bana rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aur hothon par halki si sujan thi—raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki garmi aur uske be-rahama chumbanon ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha.

Tabhi Abhay dabe paaon kitchen mein dakhil hua. Usne dekha ki Trupti akele hai, toh usne turant peeche se aakar uski 28-inch ki patli kamar ko kaskar apni baahon mein bhar liya.



 Trupti ke jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ki jeans ke andar uska hathiyar abhi se sakht hone laga hai. Abhay ne Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda, wahan jahan usne raat ko gehri neeli hickey chhodi thi.
"I love you, Trupti," Abhay ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya, uski aawaz hawas aur mohabbat se bhari thi. "Main soch bhi nahi sakta ki kal se tum mere saath nahi hogi."
Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ke gale mein baahein daal din. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—ek 21 saal ka jawan mard uske 42 saal ke jism ke liye itna pagal tha. Unhone ek doosre ko smooch karna shuru kiya. Ye kiss gehri aur dard-bhari thi. Unki jeebhein ek doosre ke muh ka saara ras nichod rahi thin. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske 38-inch ke boobs Abhay ke seene se buri tarah dab rahe hain. Usne apne hothon ko Abhay ke hothon se alag kiya aur dheere se boli, "I love you too, Abhay... hum college mein milenge na."



Abhay ne apne haath se ek metallic bracelet nikaala aur Trupti ki gori kalai par pehna diya. "Ye mera nishaan hai... jab tak hum dobara nahi milte, ise utaarna mat." Trupti ne us bracelet ko dekha aur uska dil bhar aaya. Use lag raha tha ki wo sach mein ek college girl hai jise uska pehla sacha pyaar mil gaya hai.
Par theek usi waqt, kitchen ke darwaze ke thode door andhere mein khada Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par ek patthar jaisi muskaan thi, par andar se uska khoon ubal raha tha. 'Tequila ke nashe mein tu is chor ke saath so gayi Maa,' Rahul ne apne lund ko underwear ke upar se masalte hue socha. 'Tujhe lagta hai ye tera lover hai? Nahi... ye chor hai jisne meri property churayi hai. Par main tujhe bachaunga. Jab is Abhay ka janaza college se nikalega, tab tu rote hue mere hi paas aayegi.'
Villa se nikalte waqt sabka mood thoda heavy tha. Airport ke bahar jab sab alag hone lage, toh Kriti Rahul ke paas aayi. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek shaitani nazar dali aur phir Rahul ko kaskar pakad liya. "Bye, Rahul... tumne meri trip memorable bana di," Kriti ne kaha aur sabke saamne Rahul ke hothon par ek geela aur lamba lip-kiss kar diya. Trupti ye dekh kar buri tarah shock ho gayi. Uski 'Maa' wali mamta aur 'aurat' wali jalan dono ek saath jaag uthi. Kriti ne alag hote waqt Trupti ko ek shararat bhari aankh maari (wink), jaise wo keh rahi ho ki 'Tera beta ab mera khilauna hai.' Trupti ka muh hairani se khula ka khula reh gaya. Use ab tak lag raha tha ki Rahul bas timepass kar raha hai, par Kriti ka ye confidence use darr aur jalan se bhar gaya.


Airport par check-in ke baad Rahul aur Trupti flight mein saath baithe. Trupti khidki ke paas thi, uska dimaag pichli raaton ke flashbacks mein khoya hua tha. Use yaad aa raha tha wo pal jab Abhay uske nange boobs par apna garm cum chhod raha tha... kaise wo doodh jaisa safed liquid uski cleavage mein phisalta hua uski naabhi tak gaya tha. Use mehsoos ho rahi thi wo musky smell jo ek mardana sharir se nikaltee hai. Uske nipples flight ke thande AC mein uski top ke neeche apne aap akad gaye (hardened).
'Main kya ban gayi hoon?' Trupti ne socha, uski aankhon mein halka sa guilt tha. 'Sanjeev ke saath dhokha... ye galat hai. Par wo... wo maza... wo Abhay ka touch... wo mujhe itna zinda mehsoos karata hai jitna Sanjeev ne 20 saal mein nahi karaya. Ye guilt mujhe dasta hai, par ye nasha mujhe aur chahiye.'
Tabhi Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti kisi gehri soch mein hai. Usne flight ke blanket ko apne aur Trupti ke upar phailaya. Andhere ka fayda uthate hue, Rahul ne apna garm haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh (thigh) par rakha jo uske denim shorts se bahar thi. Usne aahista se apni ungliyan upar ki taraf sarkaayi, Trupti ki panty line ke bilkul paas.
Trupti ka poora sharir current khakar kaanp utha. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein darr aur ek ajeeb sa gunah-bhara maza (guilty shiver) tha. "Rahul... ye kya kar rahe ho?" usne fusfusaya.
"Bas aapko relax kar raha hoon, Trupti," Rahul ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, uska haath abhi bhi wahi tha. Trupti ne use hataya nahi. Uska jism Rahul ke sparsh (touch) par react kar raha tha. Uske boobs ki tanaavat aur badh gayi. Use lag raha tha ki wo ek aisi aag mein kood chuki hai jahan se wapsi ka rasta band hai.


Ghar pahunchte hi mahol ekdum badal gaya. Wo aalishan villa, wo samandar aur wo nanga-pan ab piche chhoot chuka tha. Trupti jaise hi apne ghar mein dakhil hui, wo turant 'Mom Mode' mein aa gayi. Usne kitchen mein jaakar chai chadayi aur unpacked kapdon ko wash mein dala. Par kapde badalte waqt jab usne aaine mein apne nange jism ko dekha, toh wo thithak gayi. Uski gardan aur chhatiyon par Abhay ke diye hue laal aur neeli love-bites abhi bhi cheekh-cheekh kar uski Goa wali randipan ki kahani suna rahe the.
 Usne jaldi se ek high-neck kurti pehni aur dupatta aise lapeta ki hickeys chhup jayein.
Tabhi uske phone ki ghanti baji. Screen par 'Sanjeev' ka naam chamak raha tha. Trupti ki dhadkan ruk gayi.
"Hello, Sanjeev?" Trupti ne aawaz ko sambhalte hue kaha.

"Hi Trupti! Good news... mera kaam khatam ho gaya hai. Main kal subah ki flight se ghar aa raha hoon. Tumhe aur Rahul ko bohot miss kiya," Sanjeev ki aawaz mein wahi purana apna-pan tha, jo ab Trupti ko kaante ki tarah chubha.
"Oh... wo toh bohot achi baat hai. Hum intezar karenge," Trupti ne jhooth bola. Phone rakhte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske hath-pair thande pad rahe hain. Kal tak wo kisi aur mard ki baahon mein nangi thi, aur kal uska pati wapas aa raha tha.
Darr aur bechaini ke is mahol mein, Trupti ne ek aakhri bagawat karne ka socha. Usne mirror ke samne khadi hokar, apne travel outfit mein ek behad hot aur nasheeli selfie li—apne hothon ko thoda sa pucker (pout) karte hue aur apni kurti ke upar ke button ko halke se kholte hue jahan se Abhay ka diya hua bracelet dikh raha tha. Usne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp ki aur niche likha: "Missing you already..."



Uske dimag mae chl raha tha Sanjeev kal aa rahe hain. Darr lag raha hai."
Uski dhadkan kisi race-car ki tarah bhag rahi thi. Reality ne use gher liya tha, par Goa ki wo hawas uske khoon mein abhi bhi daud rahi thi. Rahul bahar hall mein baitha muskura raha tha—use pata tha ki Sanjeev ke aane se Trupti aur bhi zyada vulnerable hogi, aur tabhi wo apna aakhri teer chalaiga.