Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Vacation khatam hone ko thi aur agle din Trupti aur Rahul ko wapas hostel nikalna tha. Ghar ki deewaron mein ek ajeeb si chuppi thi, par Trupti ke andar ek tufaan macha hua tha. Ek taraf Sanjeev ka wo purana, bharosemand pyaar tha, aur doosri taraf Abhay ki wo wehshi hawas, jisne Trupti ko ek 'College Girl' ki azaadi ka chaska laga diya tha.
Trupti apne bedroom mein suitcase khol kar packing kar rahi thi. Sanjeev office gaya hua tha, isliye wo akele mein apne kapde chunte hue lagataar Abhay ke baare mein soch rahi thi. Usne apni purani, boring cotton ki kurtiyaan ek taraf rakhi aur un kapdon ko nikaala jo usne Goa trip ke liye khareede the.
Usne wo emerald green silk dress uthayi jisme usne trial room mein selfie li thi. Us chamakdar kapde ko chhute hi use Abhay ki aawaz yaad aayi—"I want to suck your nipples through this silk." Trupti ka jism kaanp gaya. Usne suitcase mein sabse upar wahi kapde rakhe jo thode tight, thode deep aur zyada sexy the. Wo jaanti thi ki college pahunchte hi Abhay uspar toot padega, aur wo khud bhi us mardana aag mein jalne ke liye betaab thi.


Tabhi Rahul dabe paaon kamre mein dakhil hua. Trupti us waqt apni black lace wali lingerie (bra aur panty) ko fold karke suitcase ke ek secret corner mein chhupa rahi thi.
"Packing shuru ho gayi, Trupti?" Rahul ki aawaz sunkar Trupti buri tarah hichkichayi. Usne jaldi se ek kurti us lingerie ke upar daal di.
"Haan Rahul... kal nikalna hai na, toh socha thoda pehle hi tayyari kar loon," Trupti ne baal kaan ke peeche karte hue kaha. Uska chehra sharam se halka laal tha.
Rahul aahista se bed par baith gaya, uski nazrein suitcase par thin. "Maine dekha... aapne bohot saare naye aur 'bold' kapde rakhe hain. Lagta hai is baar college mein sirf padhai nahi hogi, kyun?" Usne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha.
Trupti ne nazrein chura li. "Kuch bhi bolta hai... wo toh bas Goa ke liye liye the, toh socha college mein bhi kaam aayenge."
Rahul ne aage badhkar suitcase se wahi emerald dress nikaali jo Trupti ne abhi rakhi thi. "Ye dress... Papa ne di thi na? Par mujhe lagta hai iska asli maza Papa nahi, koi aur hi lega." Usne kapde ko apne haath mein masla, jaise wo Trupti ke jism ko mehsoos kar raha ho. "Abhay ko ye bohot pasand aayegi. Uske haath jab is silk par phisalenge, toh aap phir se wahi moans nikaalengi jo main kal raat sun raha tha."
Trupti ka dum atak gaya. Rahul ki bebaaki use darr bhi de rahi thi aur ek ajeeb sa thrill bhi. Usne Rahul se wo dress jhatak kar wapas li. "Rahul, chup kar! Sanjeev aa jayenge."


"Papa office mein busy hain Trupti... wo toh hamesha busy hi rehte hain," Rahul ne khade hote hue kaha. "Aap packing kijiye. Bas dhyan rakhna... Abhay sirf aapke jism se khel raha hai, par main... main aapki rooh jaanta hoon." Rahul ne Trupti ke nange kandhe par apna garm haath rakha aur use halke se dabaya. Trupti ke jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Use mehsoos hua ki Rahul use support kar raha hai, par uski aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo Abhay ki aankhon mein hoti thi.
Rahul ke jane ke baad, Trupti ne suitcase band karne ki koshish ki, par usne mehsoos kiya ki uski yoni (pussy) phir se gili ho rahi hai. Usne apna phone check kiya. Abhay ka ek naya text tha: "Packing ho gayi? Ek aisi panty pack karna jo main ek hi jhatke mein phaad sakun. Kal tumhara intezar rahega, meri randi."
Trupti ne wo message padha aur uske nipples kurti ke neeche sakht ho gaye. Usne ek gehri saans li aur suitcase lock kar diya. Usne apni 'Maa' aur 'Biwi' wali image ko us suitcase ke bahar chhoda aur Abhay ke liye wahi 'College Girl' banne ki tayyari kar li jo hawas aur azaadi ke liye pagal thi.


Agli subah, Sanjeev ne unhe airport chhoda. Usne Trupti ko kaskar hug kiya. "Dhyan rakhna Trupti... aur padhai par focus karna. Rahul, apni Maa ka khayal rakhna." Trupti ne Sanjeev ki baahon mein hote hue bhi piche khade Rahul ki taraf dekha, jisne use ek 'knowing wink' maari.


Flight mein baithte hi, Trupti ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Har beet-ta kilometer use Sanjeev se door aur Abhay ke paas le ja raha tha. Usne earphones lagaye aur Goa wali wo playlist on ki jisme wo dirty songs the. Rahul uske bagal mein baitha tha, usne blanket ke neeche se Trupti ka haath pakda.
"Excited ho na, Trupti?" Rahul ne fusfusaya.
"Bohot..." Trupti ne dhire se kaha, apni aankhein band karke.
College ki hostel ki deewarein, wo sunsaan canteen ke kone, aur Abhay ka wo jawan, garm jism... Trupti Khanna ab wapas apni gunehgaar duniya mein laut rahi thi, jahan maryada ka koi mol nahi tha, sirf hawas ki aag thi. Rahul muskura raha tha—usne pendrive apni pocket mein mehsoos ki. Abhay ka downfall aur Trupti ki poori tarah se 'sharan' (submission) ab bas kuch hi dinon ki doori par thi.


Airport se bahar nikalte hi Goa ki wo thandi, namkeen hawa ab piche chhoot chuki thi aur uski jagah shehar ki bhari aur dhool bhari hawa ne le li thi. Par Trupti ke liye ye sirf ek shehar ki wapsi nahi thi; ye uski us gunehgaar azaadi ki wapsi thi jise wo pichle do dinon se Sanjeev ke saamne chhupa rahi thi. Taxi mein baithe-baithe wo baar-baar apne phone ki screen dekh rahi thi. Abhay ke messages ki baadh (flood) aayi hui thi—"Kahan pahunchi?", "Main gate par hoon," "Tumhe dekhe bina ek second aur nahi nikal raha."


Trupti ka dil kisi naye aashiq ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Usne apni high-neck kurti ke upar se apne gale ko sehlaaya, jahan Abhay ke nishaan ab puri tarah gayab ho chuke the, par uski rooh par Abhay ke sparsh ki chhaap abhi bhi taaza thi. Rahul bagal mein baitha khamoshi se khidki ke bahar dekh raha tha, par uski mutthi mein wo pendrive kassi hui thi jisme Abhay ki tabahi ka saaman tha.


Jab taxi hostel ke main gate par ruki, toh Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay wahan pehle se hi khada tha. Black t-shirt aur jeans mein wo itna mardana aur jawan lag raha tha ki Trupti ki saansein atak gayin. Jaise hi Trupti taxi se bahar nikhli, Abhay ne bina kisi sharam ya darr ke aage badhkar Trupti ko uski kamar se pakda aur hawa mein utha liya.



"Trupti! Tumhe pata hai maine tumhe kitna miss kiya?" Abhay ne gurrate hue kaha aur sabke saamne, hostel ke gate par hi, Trupti ke hothon par apne hoth jad diye.


Ye ek lamba, gehra aur behisab 'passionate' kiss tha. Trupti ne shuru mein thodi jhijhak dikhayi, par Abhay ki jeebh (tongue) ka nasha itna teevra tha ki usne apni baahein Abhay ke gale mein daal din aur poori taqat se uski jeebh ka jawab dene lagi. Unki laar (saliva) ek doosre ke muh mein mil rahi thi. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki Abhay ka sakht jism uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ko buri tarah daboch raha hai.



Wahan khade students unhe dekhkar seetiyan baja rahe the aur hooting kar rahe the, par Trupti ko kuch yaad nahi raha. Wo bhool gayi ki wo 42 saal ki ek Maa hai. Wo bhool gayi ki kal raat wo Sanjeev ki baahon mein thi. Is waqt wo sirf aur sirf Abhay ki 'College Girl' thi jise uska mard mil gaya tha.


Rahul taxi se apna saaman nikaalte hue ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag ki nasein phatne ko ho rahi thin. Uski Maa kisi sadak-chhap mard ke muh mein apni jeebh daal kar nangi hone ko taiyaar khadi thi. Rahul ke hothon par ek zehreli muskaan aayi. 'Chuse lo Maa... jitna chusna hai chus lo. Aaj ki ye 'reunion' wali chumban kal tumhare aansuon ki wajah banegi,' Rahul ne mann hi mann socha. Usne jan-bhoojh kar aage badhkar unhe interrupt kiya.


"Arre bhai Abhay! Pura jahan yahi nichod loge kya? Maidan saaf hai, andar chalo," Rahul ne ek cool aur doston wali tone mein kaha.


Abhay ne Trupti ko halke se chhoda, dono haanf rahe the. Trupti ka chehra tamtaya hua laal tha aur uski lipstick poori tarah phail chuki thi. "Sorry Rahul... control nahi raha," Abhay ne aankh maarte hue kaha aur Trupti ka suitcase utha liya.


Hostel ke andar dakhil hote hi Trupti ko apne kamre ki wahi purani mehak mehsoos hui. Ye kamra ab uska asli ghar ban chuka tha. Sanjeev ka wo aalishan bungalow ab use kisi jail ki tarah lagta tha, jahan use sirf 'Maa' aur 'Biwi' ban kar rehna padta tha. Yahan wo azaad thi.