Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Ghar ki khamoshi mein raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya tha. Sanjeev ne thodi si whiskey pi rakhi thi, jiske asar se uski aankhon mein Trupti ke liye barson purana wahi pyaar aur ek halki si hawas chamak rahi thi. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya aur dheere se Trupti ke paas aaya, jo us emerald green silk dress mein kisi jawan apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.


Sanjeev ne Trupti ko peeche se pakda aur uski gardan par apne thande hoth rakh diye. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Wo koshish kar rahi thi ki wo Sanjeev ke is sparsh (touch) ko mehsoos kare, par jaise hi Sanjeev ne use chooma, Trupti ke dimaag mein Goa ki wo beach aur Abhay ka wo wehshi chehra ghoom gaya.
"Trupti... maine tumhe itna miss kiya ki bata nahi sakta," Sanjeev ne fusfusate hue use apni taraf ghumaya aur uske hothon par ek lamba, naram kiss kiya.


Trupti kiss ka jawab toh de rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein ek 'internal monologue' chal raha tha: 'Sanjeev bohot pyaar se chhu raha hai... par isme wo bijli nahi hai. Abhay ki jeebh jab mere muh mein hoti thi, toh lagta tha pura jism jal jayega. Sanjeev ka kiss... ye toh sirf ek purani aadat jaisa hai.'
Sanjeev ne dheere se Trupti ko bed par lita diya. Usne ek-ek karke Trupti ki dress ke hooks kholne shuru kiye. Silk ka wo thanda kapda jab Trupti ke nange jism se niche sarka, toh Sanjeev ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, gudaaz boobs black lace bra mein qaid the, jo upar ki taraf chhalak rahe the. Sanjeev ne apne haath un gore pahaadon par rakhe aur unhe halke se dabane laga.


"Ahhh... Sanjeev..." Trupti ne ek siskaari li.
Ye siskaari aadhi sach thi aur aadhi jhooth. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab uske maans ko sehla rahi thin, toh 42 saal ki Trupti ka jism, jo pichle kuch dinon se sexualy bohot active raha tha, wo react karne laga. Par dimaag abhi bhi compare kar raha tha—'Abhay ne jab mujhe pakda tha, toh usne mere boobs ko noch liya tha... usne bra utaarne ka intezar nahi kiya tha. Sanjeev itna sambhal kar chhu raha hai jaise main kaanch ki bani hoon. Mujhe wo roughness chahiye... mujhe wo mardana aag chahiye.'
Sanjeev dheere-dheere niche sarka. Usne Trupti ki gardan, uske kaan ke peeche aur uski cleavage par naram kisses kiye. Usne Trupti ki bra ke strap ko neeche giraya aur uske ek bhari boob ko bahar nikaal kar use kisi pyaase ki tarah choosna (sucking) shuru kiya.
"Mmmhhhh... tum kitni meethi ho Trupti... so good," Sanjeev ne madhoshi mein kaha.
Trupti ne apne haath Sanjeev ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uski peeth ko sehlaane lagi. Use yaad aaya Goa ka wo boob-fuck, jab Abhay ne apna garm aur lamba lund uski chhatiyon ke beech ragda tha aur uske chehre par apna cum chhod diya tha. Us flashback ne Trupti ke jism mein ek achanak garmi (heat) paida kar di. Uska seena haanfne laga aur uski yoni (pussy) mein ek geelapan (wetness) mehsoos hone laga.
Sanjeev ka haath aahista se Trupti ki silk dress ke niche gaya. Usne dekha ki Trupti ne wahi geeli black thong pehni hui hai. Sanjeev ne panty ke upar se hi Trupti ki chut ke ubhaar ko sehlaana shuru kiya.
"Ahhhhh... ssssss..." Trupti ab sach mein garam ho rahi thi. Akhir wo bhi ek aurat thi aur Sanjeev uska pati tha, bohot dinon baad wo kisi mard ke saath bistar par thi. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab panty ke kapde ko uski clit par ragadne lagin, toh Trupti ki siskaiyan aur gehri ho gayin. Use laga ki shayad aaj raat wo Sanjeev ke saath bhi wo climax mehsoos kar legi.

Sanjeev ne Trupti ki panty ko niche khiskaya aur uski nangi, gili chut ko apni ungliyon se chhua. "Tum toh tayyar ho Trupti... lagta hai tumne bhi mujhe utna hi miss kiya hai," Sanjeev ne ek muskaan ke saath kaha.
Trupti ne apne hothon ko kaata. Wo Sanjeev ko sach nahi bata sakti thi ki ye geelapan uski wajah se nahi, balki Abhay ke khayalon ki wajah se hai. Par wo is waqt thodi satisfaction chahti thi. Usne Sanjeev ko apne aur kareeb kheencha aur uske hothon ko buri tarah choomne lagi, jaise wo apni hawas ko Sanjeev ke zariye nikaalna chahti ho.
Sanjeev ne apni shirt utari aur Trupti ke upar poori tarah haavi hone hi wala tha ki tabhi...
TRING... TRING... TRING...
Sanjeev ka phone side table par cheekhne laga. Sannate mein wo aawaaz kisi talwar ki tarah chubhi. Sanjeev ne use ignore karne ki koshish ki, par phone lagataar baj raha tha.
"Sanjeev... dekh lo, shayad kuch important ho," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha.
Sanjeev ne gusse mein phone uthaya, par screen par naam dekhte hi uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. "Oh shit! Ye India office se hai... hamare south region ke warehouse mein shayad koi major fire ya structural issue hua hai. Bohot bada loss ho sakta hai."
Sanjeev ne call uthayi. Wo bed se uthkar kamre mein chakkar kaatne laga. "Kya? Kab hua? Main abhi aata hoon... reach me the details on mail."
Usne phone rakha aur Trupti ki taraf ek maafi bhari nazar se dekha. Trupti bed par nangi leti thi, uska jism abhi bhi hawas ki aanch mein tap raha tha.


"Trupti... I'm so sorry. Mujhe abhi office nikalna hoga. Ye bohot badi emergency hai, agar main abhi control nahi kiya toh crores ka nuksan ho jayega. Please try to understand," Sanjeev ne jaldi-jaldi apni shirt pehnte hue kaha.
Trupti ne ek gehri saans li. Use bura toh laga, par ek taraf se use rahat bhi mehsoos hui ki use Sanjeev ke saath wo 'acting' poori nahi karni padi. Usne ek pheeki muskaan di aur sheet se apna badan dhak liya.
"It's okay Sanjeev. Kaam pehle hai. Jao tum, dhyan rakhna," Trupti ne naram aawaz mein kaha.
Sanjeev ne jhuk kar uske maathe ko chooma. "You are the best wife. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, I promise. Kal hum ise finish karenge."
Sanjeev kamre se nikal gaya. Darwaza band hone ki aawaaz aayi aur Trupti us khali kamre mein akeli reh gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha, uski chut abhi bhi gili thi. Usne chhat ki taraf dekha aur use phir se wahi Goa ki raat yaad aane lagi.
'Sanjeev chala gaya... hamesha ki tarah uska kaam pehle aata hai,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha. 'Agar Abhay hota, toh wo aag lagne par bhi mujhe chhod kar nahi jata. Wo mujhe tab tak nahi chhodta jab tak mera jism shant na ho jaye.'
Trupti ne apna haath dheere se apni nangi chhati par rakha aur apni aankhein band kar lin. Usne khud ko ungli se shant karne ki koshish ki, par uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi naam tha—Abhay. Sanjeev ka reunion adhoora reh gaya tha, aur Trupti ki hawas ne ab ek naya aur khatarnak rukh mod liya tha. Usne phone uthaya aur andhere mein Abhay ka purana message khola, uski photo dekh kar wo khud ko Abhay ke naam par tadpane lagi. Goa ki aag ab uske bedroom tak pahunch chuki thi.


Sanjeev ke jaate hi kamre mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi thi, par Trupti ke jism ke andar ek toofan uthal-puthal macha raha tha. Wo bed par nangi leti thi, silk ki chadar uske garm badan se chipak rahi thi. Sanjeev ke hothon ka sparsh abhi bhi uski gardan par tha, par uski rooh Goa ke us beach par Abhay ke niche dabi hui thi.
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein kisi film ki tarah Goa ka wo manzar chalne laga—Abhay ka wo mota aur sakht lund uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ke beech ragad raha tha... uska wo wehshi chehra jab usne Trupti ke chehre par apna garm cum chhoda tha. Us khayal ne Trupti ki yoni mein ek jordaar tish (throb) paida kar di. Usne kaanpte hue haathon se apne ek boob ko pakda aur use masalne lagi, bilkul waise hi jaise Abhay ne kiya tha. Uska doosra haath dheere se niche gaya aur usne apni gili chut ki darar par apni ungli rakhi.
"Ahhh... Abhay... mmmhhh..." Trupti ke muh se siskaari nikal gayi. Wo tezi se khud ko ungli karne lagi, uske dimaag mein wo squirting wala climax ghoom raha tha. 



Par jaise hi wo jhadne wali thi, achanak use apne bedroom ki deewar par lagi Sanjeev ki tasveer dikhi.

Trupti ek jhatke mein ruk gayi. Usne apna haath hataya, uska seena haanf raha tha. 'Main ye kya kar rahi hoon? Apne pati ke bed par kisi aur mard ke naam par khud ko chhu rahi hoon? Itna ginauna pan?' Guilt ke ek jhatke ne uski saari garmi ko thanda kar diya. Usne jaldi se bedsheet se apna jism dhaka aur rone lagi.
Darwaze ke bahar, andhere corridor mein, Rahul khada tha. Usne Trupti ki wo bhari saansein aur 'Abhay' ka naam saaf suna tha. Uske hothon par ek zehreli muskaan aayi. 'Tadap rahi ho na Maa? Abhay chala gaya aur Sanjeev ne beech raste chhod diya. Ab tum sirf mere jaal mein phansogi.'
Trupti ko ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne ek patla sa satin robe pehna aur taazi hawa ke liye balcony mein aa gayi. Raat ki thandi hawa uske garm jism se takraayi, par uske dimaag ki aag shant nahi ho rahi thi.
"Neend nahi aa rahi?" Ek achanak aayi aawaz ne Trupti ko dara diya.
Usne mud kar dekha, Rahul railing ke paas khada tha, moon-light mein uska muscular jism chamak raha tha. Trupti ne apni robe ki dori kaskar baandh li.
"Rahul? Tu abhi tak jaga hai?" Trupti ne apni aawaz sambhalti hui pucha.
"Kaise sota Maa... sorry, Trupti," Rahul ne dhire se kaha, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb si humdardi thi. "Maine dekha Papa office chale gaye. Aapka chehra dekh kar lag raha hai ki aap bohot akela mehsoos kar rahi hain."
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Is ghar mein sirf Rahul hi tha jo use bina judge kiye samajh raha tha. Wo dhire-dheere khulne lagi. "Rahul... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya karoon. Sanjeev bohot achhe hain, par... par wo mujhe wo khushi nahi de pa rahe jo mujhe chahiye. Goa mein jo hua, uske baad mujhe lag raha hai ki main badal gayi hoon. Mujhe dar lagta hai ki main ek buri aurat ban gayi hoon."

Rahul ne ek kadam aage badhaya aur Trupti ke bilkul paas khada ho gaya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha—wo ek manipulative shaitaan tha.
"Aap buri nahi hain," Rahul ne bohot naram aawaz mein kaha. "Aap bas ek jawan aurat hain jisne saari umar doosron ke liye qurbani di hai. Abhay ne aapko sirf wahi dikhaya jo aapka haq hai. Papa apni jagah sahi hain, par wo aapki is aag ko nahi samajhte. Main aapka beta hoon, par isse pehle main aapka sabse bada dost hoon. Main hamesha aapke saath hoon, chahe aap jo bhi karein."
Trupti ko laga jaise use koi farishta mil gaya ho. Use garv mehsoos hua ki uska 'chota bhai' jaisa beta use itna support kar raha hai, use ek nayi zindagi jeene ka mauka de raha hai. Usne emotional hokar Rahul ko gale laga liya.
"Thank you Rahul... tum nahi jaante tum mere liye kya ho," Trupti ne kaha aur uske seene se lag gayi.


Us hug mein Trupti bhool gayi ki usne robe ke niche sirf ek patli bra pehni hai. Uske 38-inch ke naram aur bhari boobs Rahul ke nange seene se buri tarah dab gaye. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Trupti ke nipples uski bra ke kapde ko cheerti hui uske seene par chubh rahi hain. Rahul ka sharir turant react kar gaya. Uske cotton shorts ke andar uska 6-inch ka lund lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht hokar khada ho gaya aur seedha Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse se takraya.
Trupti ko wo sakhti mehsoos hui. Uska dimaag kamzor pad chuka tha, wo emotional thi. Usne dekha ki Rahul use kitni intensity se dekh raha hai.
"Rahul... tumhara ye..." Trupti ne haklaate hue kaha, par usne hug nahi toda.


"Ye aapki khoobsurati ka asar hai Trupti," Rahul ne fusfusate hue uski kamar aur kaskar pakad li. "Main mard hoon, aur mere saamne duniya ki sabse sexy aurat khadi hai. Aapko darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main aapka protector hoon."
Trupti us manipulative jaal mein poori tarah phans chuki thi. Use Rahul ke sparsh mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur thrill milne laga. Sanjeev ghar se bahar tha, Abhay yaadon mein tha, aur uska apna beta uski hawas aur uski aazaadi ka sabse bada saathi ban kar uske samne khada tha. Raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya, aur Trupti ki saansein ek baar phir bhari hone lagin.
Balcony ki thandi hawa mein Trupti ne dheere se khud ko Rahul ki baahon se alag kiya. Uske chehre par sharam aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Rahul ka wo sakht 6-inch ka ubhaar uske pet par abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha, jisse Trupti ki saansein ukhdi hui thin. Ek pal ke liye mahol mein thodi awkwardness (ajeeb-pan) aa gayi, par Rahul ne turant situation ko sambhal liya.

"Trupti... itni thand hai aur Papa bhi chale gaye hain," Rahul ne ek doston wali smile ke saath kaha. "Kyun na hum thodi whisky enjoy karein? Aapka stress bhi kam hoga aur neend bhi bohot achi aayegi."
Trupti ne pehle thoda hichkichate hue mana kiya, "Nahi Rahul... ghar par Sanjeev ke bina akele peena... theek nahi lagta."
Par Rahul ne uska haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya, "Arre, main hoon na? Maine kaha na, aaj aap meri dost ho, meri Maa nahi. Come on, let's celebrate your new freedom."
Trupti apne ekloute bete ko mana nahi kar payi. Dono hall mein bane mehangey liquor cabinet ke paas pahunche. Rahul ne do crystal glasses nikaale aur dhire-dheere whisky pour karne laga. Trupti wahi stool par baithi thi, uska satin robe halke se sarak gaya tha jisse uski gori, maansal jaanghein aur uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ka upper curve saaf jhalak raha tha.


Rahul ne glass Trupti ki taraf badhaya aur halke se uski ungliyon ko chhua. "Waise ek baat bolun? Beach par aap us black bikini mein kisi atom bomb se kam nahi lag rahi thin. Pura beach aapko ghoor raha tha, par aap sirf Abhay ke liye matak rahi thin."
Trupti ne nasheeli hansi haste hue apna sar jhatka. "Badmaash! Tu apni Maa ko bomb bol raha hai?"
"Maine kaha na, aaj aap sirf Trupti hain," Rahul ne aankh maarte hue kaha aur apni drink ka sip liya. "Batao na... Abhay ke saath kaisa feel hota hai? I mean, wo itna jawan hai... kya wo Papa se zyada passionate hai?"
Trupti ne whisky ka ek bada ghoont bhara. Alcohol ki garmi ne uske dimaag ke parde dhile kar diye. Wo dhire-dheere Abhay ke baare mein khulne lagi. "Rahul... wo ek addiction hai. Jab wo mujhe chhuta hai, toh lagta hai pura jism pighal jayega. Uski wo mardana aag... uska wo roughness... mujhe aisa feel karata hai jaise main sach mein 20 saal ki hoon. Wo mujhe itni buri tarah se desire karta hai ki main sab bhool jati hoon."
Rahul ye sun kar andar hi andar jalan se jal raha tha, par Trupti ke hothon se ye gandi baatein sun kar uska apna lund underwear mein kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah phatne ko taiyaar tha. Wo Trupti ko aur bhi zyada kholna chahta tha.
Trupti thoda aur distract hui toh Rahul ne mauka dekha. Usne table ke neeche se wahi choti si bottle nikaali jo unhone election ke waqt Vikki ke liye use ki thi—wahi 'Knockout Drug'. Rahul ne bohot hi safai se Trupti ke glass mein us drug ki ek bhari dose mila di. Ye dose itni thi ki Trupti poori tarah behosh ho jayegi aur use agle din kuch bhi yaad nahi rahega.
"Ye lijiye, ek aur drink... it's a special mix," Rahul ne bohot hi naram aawaz mein glass Trupti ke haath mein pakdaya.
Trupti ab nashe mein jhoom rahi thi. Usne glass liya aur dhire-dheere peena shuru kiya. "Rahul... tu kitna acha hai. Kaash Sanjeev bhi teri tarah mujhe samajh paate."
Jaise-jaise wo peeti gayi, drug apna asar dikhane laga. Trupti ki aankhein bhari hone lagin. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si madhoshi chha gayi. "Rahul... mujhe... mujhe thoda chakkar aa raha hai... dhoondhla dikh raha hai..."
Trupti ka sar ek taraf ludhakne laga. Uska satin robe uske nange kandhon se poori tarah sarak gaya, jisse uski black lace bra aur uske bhari, doodhiya boobs poori tarah expose ho gaye. Wo stool par dagmagane lagi.

Rahul ne aage badhkar use girne se bachaya aur use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Trupti ka garm, naram aur maansal jism ab poori tarah be-jan hokar Rahul ke hawale tha. Uska 42 saal ka jism haanf raha tha, aur uski saansein dhire-dheere dhimi hone lagin.


Rahul ne Trupti ke tamtamaye hue laal chehre ko dekha aur uske hothon par ek khaufnaak, shaitani muskaan aayi.
"Ab aayega asli maza, meri 'College Girl' Maa," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Abhay ne toh sirf aapka jism chhuna hai... par aaj raat main wo sab karunga jiske baad aap sirf meri ho jayengi. Aur aapko kuch yaad bhi nahi rahega."
Rahul ne Trupti ko apni mazboot baahon mein uthaya. Trupti ka sar uske kandhe par ludhka hua tha. Rahul ne use seedha bedroom ki taraf le jana shuru kiya. Raat ka sannata aur us ghar ki deewarein aaj ek aise gunehgaar sach ki gawah banne wali thin, jise Trupti sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakti thi. Mastermind Rahul ka aakhri khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.