Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

College ki pehli raat hostel ki deewaron mein ek ajeeb si bechaini lekar aayi thi. Goa ki azaadi ke baad hostel ke niyam Trupti ko kisi bedi (chains) ki tarah lag rahe the, par uska jism Abhay ki mardana garmi ke liye is qadar tadap raha ko wo koi bhi khatra uthane ko taiyar thi.



Raat ke 11 baje chuke the. Corridor mein light madham thi. Kriti, jo Trupti ki roommate aur uske har raaz ki saathi ban chuki thi, darwaze par peeth tikaye khadi thi. Usne corridor mein nazar maari aur Trupti ko ishaara kiya. Trupti ne dabe paaon hostel ke pichhle raaste ka chota darwaza khola jahan Abhay pehle se hi andhere mein chhupa khada tha. Bina ek shabd kahe, Trupti ne uska haath pakda aur use apne kamre ke andar kheencha.




"Dhyan rakhna Kriti," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha. Kriti ne bas ek shaitani muskaan di aur bahar 'lookout' ban kar khadi ho gayi.


Darwaza band hote hi kamre mein ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi, jo sirf un dono ki tez saanson se toot rahi thi. Abhay ne andhere mein hi Trupti ko deewar se sata diya. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein bhara.


"Trupti... tumhe pata hai ye do din mere liye kaise nikle?" Abhay ki aawaz thar-thar rahi thi, usme ek sachi tadap thi. "Main... main sach mein ro diya tha tumhe miss karte hue. Har waqt bas tumhara wo chehra, tumhari wo mehak mere dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Mujhe laga main pagal ho jaunga."


Trupti ka dil pighal gaya. Ek 21 saal ka jawan ladka, jo poore college ka hero tha, wo uske liye ro raha tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—Abhay ke liye wo sirf ek 'College Girl' thi jise wo dunya mein sabse zyada chahta tha. Use zara bhi ilm nahi tha ki jise wo baahon mein bhare hue hai, wo ek shadi-shuda aurat aur uske dost Rahul ki Maa hai.


"Main bhi Abhay... maine bhi sirf tumhare baare mein socha," Trupti ne fusfusaya aur Abhay ke hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.


Ye kiss tender tha, dhima tha, par dhire-dheere ye ek wehshi aag mein badalne laga. Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke muh mein kisi geeli aag ki tarah ghoomne lagi. Trupti ne apni baahein Abhay ke muscular gale mein daal din aur use apne aur kareeb kheencha.



Par unhe ye nahi pata tha ki is kamre mein sirf wo dono nahi the.


Hostel ke doosre kone mein, apne ladkon waale kamre mein, Rahul bed par leta hua tha. Uska kamra andhera tha, par uske haath mein pakde phone ki screen uske chehre par ek neeli aur khaufnaak roshni phenk rahi thi. Rahul ki aankhein fati ki fati thin.


Screen par Trupti ka room live dikh raha tha. Shital ne, jo Rahul ke masterplan ka hissa ban chuki thi, Goa se aane ke baad Trupti ke room mein ek behad chhota 'pinhole camera' plant kar diya tha, jiska access seedha Rahul ke phone par tha.


Rahul ne dekha ki kaise Abhay uski Maa ko deewar se chipkaye hue uske hothon ko be-rahmi se choos raha hai. Usne dekha ki kaise Abhay ka haath Trupti ki kurti ke neeche ghus kar uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ko masal raha hai. Trupti ka sir peeche ki taraf jhuka hua tha aur uske hothon se 'Abhay... Abhay...' ki madhosh siskaiyan nikal rahi thin.



Rahul ke jism mein ek ajeeb sa 'cuck' feeling (jalan aur hawas ka mishran) daud gaya. Uski apni Maa, kisi aur mard ke niche dabi hui, uske naam ki mala jap rahi thi. Rahul ka 6-inch ka lund uske underwear mein lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht ho gaya. Usne ek haath se apne lund ko masalna shuru kiya aur doosre haath se screen par Trupti ke nange hote hue jism ko ghoorne laga.


'Dekho... dekho kaise mere saamne meri Maa randi ban rahi hai,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue socha. 'Abhay tujhe 'jaan' keh raha hai, par use ye nahi pata ki wo ek 42 saal ki aurat ko chod raha hai. Chhod le Abhay... jitna nasha karna hai kar le. Teri har chhuwan, tera har dhakka mere is phone mein record ho raha hai. Ye teri maut ka saboot hai.'


Udhar kamre mein, Abhay ne Trupti ki kurti upar utha di thi. Trupti ki black lace bra mein qaid uske bhari doodhiya boobs Abhay ke saamne nange hone ko betaab thi. Abhay ne Trupti ki gardan par apne daant gada diye, ek naya aur gehra 'love bite' dene ke liye.


"Ahhhh... Abhay! Sssssss..." Trupti ne bedsheet kaskar pakad li. Uski aankhein band thin, wo poori tarah se Abhay ki hawas mein doob chuki thi.


Abhay ne Trupti ko bed par lita diya aur uske upar haavi ho gaya. "Aaj raat... main tumhe bataunga ki maine tumhe kitna miss kiya hai Trupti. Aaj koi niyam nahi, koi dar nahi. Aaj tum sirf meri ho."


Rahul screen par ye sab dekh raha tha. Uska haath apne lund par tezi se chalne laga. Uski aankhon mein gussa aur hawas ka ek bhayanak toofan tha. Wo apni Maa ki zillat aur uski hawas ka tamasha live dekh raha tha. Semester ki pehli raat hi ek aise gunaah ki gawah ban rahi thi jiska anjaam poore college ko hila dene wala tha. Trupti apni 'college girl' wali pehchan mein doobi thi, Abhay apni mohabbat mein andha tha, aur Rahul... Rahul un dono ki tabahi ka script likh raha tha.

Kamre ke andar ki garmi ab bardaasht se baahar ho rahi thi. Abhay ne Trupti ki black lace bra ke hooks khole aur use jhatke se phenk diya. Trupti ke 38-inch ke vishal, doodhiya aur gudaaz boobs hawa mein aazaad hote hi halke se bounce hue. Raat ki madham roshni mein un gore pahaadon ki chamak dekh kar Abhay ki saansein kisi tez raftaar engine ki tarah chalne lagin.


Abhay ne bina deri kiye Trupti ki nighty bhi utaar di. Ab Trupti uske saamne poori tarah nangi thi, siwaaye us ek patli si thong ke. Abhay ne uske bhari seene ko apne dono haathon mein bhar aur unhe be-rahmi se masalne (rough boob play) laga.


"Ahhhh... Abhay! Dheere... mmmhhh!" Trupti ne siskaari li, par usne Abhay ko roka nahi.


Abhay uske nipples ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaat raha tha (boob bite), aur doosre haath se uske pet aur naabhi (navel) par garm kisses kar raha tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ki aankhon mein sirf hawas nahi, balki ek gehra junoon aur mohabbat thi. Wo uske liye sach mein tadpa tha. Trupti ko laga ki ye mard uski har khushi ke liye pagal hai, toh kyun na wo bhi use wo de jo usne aaj tak kisi ko nahi diya.



Na apne pati Sanjeev ko, na Rahul ko (unke purane gande khelon mein), aur na hi us darinde Vikki ko. Trupti ne ek bada faisla liya. Wo Abhay ko aaj wo 'charam sukh' dena chahti thi jo usne hamesha sirf filmon mein suna tha.


Usne Abhay ke baalon ko pakad kar use dheere se bed par bitha diya. Uska dil hathode ki tarah dhadak raha tha.


"Abhay..." Trupti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar bohot hi nervous aur thartharati aawaz mein fusfusaya, "Main jaanti hoon tumne mujhe bohot miss kiya hai. Main bhi tumhare liye tadpi hoon. Aaj... aaj main tumhare liye kuch aisa karna chahti hoon jo maine aaj tak kabhi nahi kiya."


Abhay ne haanfte hue use dekha, uska lund uski jeans ke andar phatne ko taiyaar tha. "Kya... kya keh rahi ho Trupti?"


Trupti ne halke se Abhay ki jeans ki zip neeche ki aur uske vishal hathiyar ko bahar nikaal liya jo lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua tha. Usne us sakht dande ko apne naram haath mein pakda aur Abhay ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar boli...


"Abhay... I want to taste you. Main... main ise apne muh mein lena chahti hoon."


Abhay ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Wo ek pal ke liye poori tarah shock tha. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki ye 'sophisticated college girl' itni bold request karegi. Uska chehra khushi aur hairani se chamak utha.


"Trupti... are you sure? Tumne... tumne sach mein pehle kabhi nahi kiya?" Abhay ne yakeen na karte hue pucha.


Trupti ne thoda sharmate hue, par ek ajeeb si himmat ke saath sar haan mein hilaya. "Haan Abhay... sirf tumhare liye. I want to feel all of you."


Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ye saara manzar apne phone ki screen par dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ek dhamaka hua.


'Kya?!' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue aur apne lund ko kaskar masalte hue socha. 'Meri Maa... wo Sati-Savitri aurat jisne Papa ko kabhi muh nahi lagaya... wo aaj is Abhay ke lund ko chatne wali hai? Wo use 'taste' karna chahti hai?!'


Rahul ka jism jalan aur ek bhayanak excitement se kaanp raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa bed par apne ghutno (knees) par baith rahi thi, bilkul ek gulam (slave) ki tarah. Uski 38-inch ki bhari gaand hawa mein uthi hui thi aur uske gore boobs Abhay ke ghutno se takra rahe the.


Rahul ne screen par zoom kiya. 'Dekho... dekho kaise meri 'College Girl' Maa ab ek poori tarah se randi banne ki aakhri dehleez par hai. Abhay use nawaaz raha hai aur wo use bhagwan samajh kar uske aage jhuk rahi hai. Chuso Maa... aaj apne bete ke saamne apni izzat ka janaza nikaal do.'


Abhay ne Trupti ke sar ko thoda sa piche kheencha aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Toh shuru ho jao meri jaan... dikhao mujhe ki tum mujhse kitna pyaar karti ho."


Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur dhire-dheere apna muh khol kar Abhay ke us garam aur sakht hathiyar ki taraf badhne lagi. Semester ki pehli raat Trupti ke us 'sabse bade raaz' aur uski maryada ke hamesha ke liye dafan hone ka saboot banne wali thi.

Trupti ke ghutne hostel ki thandi zameen par tike hue the, par uske jism ke andar ek aisi aag sulag rahi thi jo usne 42 saal ki umar mein pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thi. Uske samne Abhay bed par baitha tha, uska chehra hairani aur behisab garv se bhara hua tha. Trupti ne ek baar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan usne apne liye wo junoon dekha jo use Sanjeev ki boring shaadi-shuda zindagi mein kabhi nahi mila tha.
Usne dhire se apna muh khola. Uska dil kisi chote bache ki tarah dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Usne Abhay ke us garam, 7-inch lambe aur lohe jaisa sakht lund ke tope (glans) par apni jeebh feri.
"Sssssss... Oh God, Trupti!" Abhay ne bedsheet kaskar mutthi mein daboch li.
Trupti ne pehla qadam uthaya. Usne poora topa apne muh mein bhar liya. Kyun ki ye uska pehla waqt tha, wo thoda anari (sloppy) thi. Uska thook (saliva) uske hothon ke kinaron se nikal kar Abhay ke lund ki shaft par phisalne laga.
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...


Kamre ki khamoshi mein ye gandi aur raseeli aawaazein goonjne lagin. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ka lund kitna garam aur naseela (veiny) tha. Usne apne dimaag mein un sab filmon aur baaton ko yaad kiya jo usne suni thin. Wo sirf 'chusaayi' nahi kar rahi thi, wo Abhay ko apna sab kuch samarpit (dedicate) kar rahi thi.
Usne dhire-dheere lund ko aur gehra lena shuru kiya. Uska gala thoda sa ruka, use halki si khansi aayi, par usne himmat nahi haari. Usne apne hothon ko kaskar lund ke chaaron taraf lapet liya aur ek vacuum banakar zor se khinchne (sucking) lagi.
"Ahhh... Trupti! Tum... tum toh pro nikli... mmmhhh!" Abhay pagal ho raha tha. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise ek itni 'classy' aur sundar aurat uske kadmon mein baith kar uske lund ki puja kar rahi thi.
Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ki halat kharab thi. Wo bed par leta, apne phone ki screen ko zoom karke dekh raha tha. Uska ek haath apne 6-inch ke lund par tha, jo underwear ko faadne ki koshish kar raha tha.
"Fucking bitch... meri Maa... ye kya kar rahi hai?" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue guraaya.
Rahul ke dimaag mein gussa aur jalan ka toofan tha, par uska sharir dhokha de raha tha. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise Trupti ka sar tezi se aage-piche ho raha tha. Trupti ke nange, 38-inch ke bhari boobs uski har movement ke saath upar-neeche uchhal rahe the. Un gore pahaadon ki thartharahat dekh kar Rahul ka stroke aur tez ho gaya. Use itna gussa aa raha tha ki wo uthkar Abhay ka gala daba de, par wo us screen se nazar nahi hata paa raha tha. Uski 'Maa' uske dost ke lund ko itni shiddat se chat rahi thi ki Rahul ko khud ki mardangi par shak hone laga.
Udhar Trupti ne ab naye style try karna shuru kar diye the. Usne lund ko muh se nikala aur apni jeebh se uski shaft ki ragon (veins) ko neeche se upar tak chat-na shuru kiya.
Slurp... mmmhhh... slurp...
"Abhay... tumhara swaad... kitna mardana hai," Trupti ne lund chat-te hue upar dekhkar kaha. Uski aankhon mein hawas ka nasha poori tarah utar aaya tha.
Usne phir se poora danda muh mein bhara aur apni hatheliyon se Abhay ki tatiyon (balls) ko sehlaane lagi. Abhay ki saansein ukhadne lagin. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko Trupti ke gale tak dhakelne laga.


"Yes... chuso use... meri randi ban kar chuso!" Abhay madhoshi mein chilla raha tha.
Trupti poori dedication ke saath us lund ko raund rahi thi. Usne lund ko muh se bahar nikaal kar uske tope ko apni gaalon se ragda aur phir zor se 'pop' sound ke saath use wapas andar le liya. Wo Abhay ko aaj wo maza dena chahti thi ki wo hamesha ke liye sirf Trupti ka gulam ban jaye.
Rahul ye sab live dekh kar pagal ho chuka tha. Uska haath apne lund par itni tezi se chal raha tha ki use dard hone laga tha, par wo ruk nahi sakta tha. Uski Maa ki ye 'sacred submission' uske liye sabse bada torture aur sabse bada nasha ban chuki thi. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise Trupti ka chehra Abhay ke lund ki laar se chamak raha tha.
Semester ki pehli raat ne Trupti ko ek naye aur behad gande raaste par daal diya tha, aur Rahul... Rahul apni hi Maa ki is gandi harkat ka sabse bada aur majboor gawah (witness) ban kar reh gaya tha. Trupti ne aaj saari maryadaein nichod kar Abhay ke kadmon mein phenk di thin.

Trupti ki pehli koshish ne Abhay ke dimaag ke saare parde hila diye the. Wo deewangi mein Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakde hue tha, uska jism har dhakke ke saath bed par uchhal raha tha. Trupti ne ab darr chhod diya tha; wo Abhay ke us garam aur sakht hathiyar ko apne gale ki gehraiyon tak utaar rahi thi.


Gluck... gluck... slurp...


Abhay ab bardaasht ki hadd paar kar chuka tha. Usne apni kamar ko tezi se chalana shuru kiya, Trupti ke muh ko kisi yoni (pussy) ki tarah be-rahmi se 'fuck' karne laga (deep blowjob). Trupti ki aankhon se halka sa pani nikalne laga, par usne muh bahar nahi nikala. Usne apne dono haathon se Abhay ki jaanghon ko pakad rakha tha.


"Ohhh fuck... Trupti! Main nikalne wala hoon... main andar hi chhod raha hoon!" Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.



Trupti ne ek pal ke liye bhi hichkichahat nahi dikhayi. Usne lund ko aur kaskar apne hothon mein dabocha aur apni aankhein band kar lin. Agle hi pal, Abhay ka jism buri tarah akad gaya aur usne garm veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan seedha Trupti ke gale mein daag din. 


Trupti ne ek-ek ghoont mehsoos kiya aur bina thooke, Abhay ka wo mardana nasha poori tarah nigal (swallow) liya. Usne aakhri baar lund ke tope ko apni jeebh se chaata (final lick), jaise wo apne mard ka har nishaan saaf kar dena chahti ho.


Abhay thaka-haara bed par piche ki taraf gir gaya. Usne apni zindagi mein bohot si ladkiyan dekhi thin, par Trupti jaisa samarpan (dedication) use kabhi nahi mila tha. Trupti haanfte hue uski baahon mein simat gayi (curled into his arms). Uska chehra paseene aur laar se chamak raha tha, aur hothon par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.


Abhay ne use kaskar hug kiya, uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Trupti ne apna sar uske seene par rakha aur dhire se boli, "Abhay... main jaanti hoon tum mujhe poori tarah chahte ho. Par... par mujhe thoda waqt chahiye. Main abhi us aakhri hadd (full sex) ke liye poori tarah taiyar nahi hoon. Mujhse jitna ho saka, maine aaj kiya... kya tum mere liye intezaar karoge?"


Trupti asal mein apni 'biwi' wali maryada ko ek patle dhaage se pakde hue thi. Use darr tha ki agar wo hostel mein hi sab kuch kar legi, toh wo Sanjeev ki nazron mein kabhi nahi uth payegi. Abhay ne uske maathe ko pyaar se chooma.


"Trupti, tumne aaj jo kiya... wo mere liye kisi bhi cheez se badhkar hai," Abhay ne bohot hi narm aawaz mein kaha. "Main tumhe force nahi karunga. Main tumhara intezaar karunga, kyunki main tumse sirf hawas nahi karta... Trupti, main tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon (I want to marry you one day)."


'Shaadi'... ye shabd sunte hi Trupti ke jism mein ek thandak daud gayi. Uska dimaag turant Sanjeev ke chehre par chala gaya—wo pati jo ghar par uska intezaar kar raha tha. Use ek pal ke liye bhayanak guilt mehsoos hua, par Abhay ki baahon ki garmi ne use wapas kheench liya. Use lag raha tha ki wo ek saath do jindagiyaan jee rahi hai.



Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ye sab dekh aur sun raha tha. Uska haath apne lund par ruka hua tha, par uski aankhon mein jalan ki aag thi.


'Shaadi?!' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Abhay, tu ek 42 saal ki aurat se shaadi ke sapne dekh raha hai... aur Maa, aap use "I love you" bol rahi hain? Ek mard ka cum nigalne ke baad aapko shaadi ki baatein suhani lag rahi hain?'


Rahul ka gussa ab shaitani junoon mein badal chuka tha. Usne apne phone par wo saara video record kar liya tha—Trupti ka wo sloppy blowjob aur uske baad ki wo 'I love you' wali baatein.


Kamre mein, Abhay jane ke liye utha. Usne Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda aur wahan ek zor ka 'love bite' (hickey) chhod diya. "Ye nishaan sabko batayega ki tum meri ho," Abhay ne shaitani muskaan di.


"Ahhh... Abhay, ye dikhega!" Trupti ne sharmate hue kaha, par usne nishaan mitane ki koshish nahi ki.


Abhay dabe paaon kamre se nikal gaya. Trupti bed par akeli leti rahi, uski gardan par wo laal nishaan dard kar raha tha par use ek ajeeb sa garv mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne mangalsutra ke baare mein socha, Sanjeev ke baare mein socha, par phir Abhay ka cum nigalne ka wo nasha yaad kiya... aur ek gandi muskaan ke saath so gayi.



Rahul ne phone side mein rakha aur chhat ko ghoorne laga. Agli subah jab Trupti class mein jayegi, toh wo hickey poore college ke liye ek tamasha hogi... aur Rahul ke liye ek aur saboot. Semester ki pehli raat ne 'Maa' ki izzat ko hamesha ke liye ek gande raaz mein badal diya tha.