Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Subah ki dhoop hostel ki khidkiyon par chadh rahi thi jab Trupti abhi bhi apne bedroom mein Abhay ke khayalon aur apne gunahon ke bojh ke beech gehri neend mein soyi hui thi. Par hostel ke bahar, mahol ekdum alag tha. Rahul apni bullet bike par betha engine start kar chuka tha. Uske dimaag mein pichli raat ke wo saare drishya (scenes) ghoom rahe the jo usne pinhole camera se dekhe the—kaise uski Maa ne Abhay ka lund apne muh mein bhar kar use 'taste' kiya tha. Wo gussa aur wo 'cuck' wali jalan Rahul ke lund mein ek bhayanak tanaav paida kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Kriti hostel ke gate se nikal kar bahar aayi. Kriti, jo Trupti ki sabse achhi dost thi, wo asal mein Rahul ke shaitani jaal ka ek bohot hi sexy aur zaroori mohra (pawn) thi. Aaj Kriti ne ek behad tight white crop top aur ek choti si denim skirt pehni thi. Uske 34-inch ke kase hue boobs us top ke patle kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab lag rahe the. Usne apne baal khule chhode the aur hothon par wahi dark red lipstick lagayi thi jo Rahul ko pasand thi.


"Ready, Rahul?" Kriti ne ek nasheeli muskaan ke saath pucha. Use zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki uska ye 'handsome dude' BF ek asli mastermind hai. Wo toh bas is baat se khush thi ki usne college ke sabse sharif aur ameer ladke ko apna bana liya hai.
"Baitho Kriti... movie ke liye late ho jayenge," Rahul ne sarsari nazar uske badan par daali. Uski aankhon mein aaj mohabbat nahi, balki ek bhookhe janwar ki bhadaas thi.
Kriti bike par Rahul ke peeche baith gayi. Bullet ke pichhle hisse ki unchai ki wajah se use thoda aage jhukna pada. Jaise hi Rahul ne accelerator ghumaya aur bike jhatke se aage badhi, Kriti ne darr ke maare Rahul ki kamar ko kaskar pakad liya. Uske naram aur garam boobs Rahul ki muscular peeth par poori tarah chipak gaye (pressed).
Rahul ko apni peeth par Kriti ke nipples ki sakhti mehsoos ho rahi thi. Bike ki vibrations aur Kriti ke jism ki garmi ne Rahul ke dimaag mein aag laga di. Wo baar-baar wahi yaad kar raha tha ki kaise uski Maa ne Abhay ko satisfy kiya tha. Uske andar ka gussa ab ek 'wild sexual aggression' mein badal chuka tha.


'Tumhe lagta hai tum mera pyaar ho, Kriti?' Rahul ne bike tez chalate hue socha. 'Nahi... tum sirf ek bartan ho jisme main apna wo zeher ugalunga jo Maa ne mere dimaag mein bhar diya hai. Aaj main tumhe bataunga ki jab ek beta apni Maa ko kisi aur ke saath nanga dekhta hai, toh uski bhadaas kaise nikalti hai.'
Kriti, jo abhi bhi 'movie date' ke sapno mein thi, wo Rahul ke kase hue badan ka lutf (pleasure) le rahi thi. Usne apna chehra Rahul ke kandhe par rakha aur apne boobs ko aur kaskar uski peeth par ragadne lagi. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul bhi utna hi romantic mehsoos kar raha hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ki jeans ke andar uska 6-inch ka hathiyar lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua hai aur wo use kisi bhi waqt 'istamaal' (use) karne ke liye betaab hai.
"Rahul... tum aaj bohot chup ho?" Kriti ne uske kaan ke paas haanfte hue pucha.
"Bas... movie ka intezar kar raha hoon Kriti," Rahul ne ek krur (cruel) muskaan di. "Wahan dark room mein... hum wo sab karenge jo tumne kabhi socha bhi nahi hoga."
Rahul ne bike ki speed aur badha di. Raaste ki hawa Kriti ki skirt ko baar-baar upar utha rahi thi, jisse uski gori jaanghein Rahul ke thighs se takra rahi thin. Rahul ka dimaag poori tarah se 'horny and angry mode' mein tha. Use ek 'slut' chahiye thi jispar wo apna saara control dikha sake, aur Kriti uske liye is waqt sabse perfect shikaar thi.
Trupti hostel mein apne mangalsutra ke guilt mein soyi thi, Abhay apne 'pyar' ke sapne dekh raha tha, aur yahan Rahul apni hi 'sharan' mein aayi hui Kriti ko ek gandi aur be-rahama dopahar dene ki tayyari kar raha tha. College fest se pehle ki ye morning date ek aisi tabahi ki shuruat thi jo Trupti ke har rishte ko raakh kar dene wali thi.

Theatre ka andhera kisi gehri saazish ki tarah un dono ke charon taraf phaila hua tha. Morning show hone ki wajah se bheed na ke barabar thi, aur Rahul ne jan-bhoot kar sabse peeche wali corner seat chuni thi, jahan screen ki roshni bhi mushkil se pahunch rahi thi. Movie shuru hue kuch hi minute hue the, par Rahul ka dimaag parde par chal rahi kahani mein nahi, balki apne phone ki gallery mein qaid un tasveeron mein tha jo usne Trupti ki li thin.
Kriti ne bade pyaar se Rahul ke muscular kandhe par apna sar rakha hua tha. Wo movie ka lutf le rahi thi, ye soch kar ki uska boyfriend aaj bohot romantic mood mein hai. Par Rahul ke dimaag mein ek bhayanak toofan chal raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar Trupti ka wo drishya ghoom raha tha—kaise wo Abhay ke samne ghutno par baithi thi. Jab usne apne phone par Trupti ki wo deep cleavage wali photo dekhi, toh Rahul ke lund mein ek jordaar vibration mehsoos hui. Uska tanaav bardaasht se bahar ho gaya tha. Use is waqt apni mardangi ka gussa nikalne ke liye ek jism chahiye tha, aur Kriti uske liye ek 'jeeti-jaagti slut' se kam nahi thi.


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Rahul ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye apna bhari haath Kriti ke naram badan par sarkaaya. Usne Kriti ke patle crop top ke upar se hi uske 34-inch ke kase hue boob ko kaskar apni mutthi mein bhar liya aur use be-rahmi se masalne laga.
"Ahhh... Rahul! Ssssss..." Kriti ke muh se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal gayi. Usne ummed nahi ki thi ki Rahul itni jaldi aur itni roughness ke saath shuru ho jayega.
Rahul ne Kriti ki gardan par apne dantan gada diye aur uske kaan ke paas guraate hue pucha, "Tayyar ho meri jaan? Aaj main tumhe wo maza dunga jo tumne sapne mein bhi nahi socha hoga."
Kriti, jo Rahul ke is 'bad-boy' andaaz par fida thi, usne thoda naughtily uski aankhon mein dekha aur fusfusayi, "Main toh kab se tayyar hoon Rahul... jab tum chaho, jaise tum chaho."
Rahul ki hawas ab charam par thi. Usne Kriti ko seat par thoda niche kheencha taaki wo andhere ka poora fayda utha sake. Usne Kriti ke crop top ke andar apna haath ghusaya aur uske nange maans ko nochne laga. Rahul ko is waqt Kriti mein Trupti ka aks (reflection) dikh raha tha. Wo jitni zor se Kriti ko masal raha tha, use lag raha tha ki wo apni Maa ki us 'bewafayi' ka badla le raha hai.


"Tum jaanti ho na Kriti... tum meri 'personal toy' ho," Rahul ne uske hothon ko be-rahmi se choomte hue kaha. Uska haath ab Kriti ki choti denim skirt ke andar ja chuka tha.
Kriti madhosh ho rahi thi. Use Rahul ki ye mardana roughness bohot uttejit (arouse) kar rahi thi. "Mmmhhh... yes Rahul... tum jo chaho karo mere saath."
Theatre ki deewaron par movie ki aawazein goonj rahi thin, jo Kriti ki siskariyon aur Rahul ki bhari saanson ko duniya se chhupa rahi thin. Rahul ka 6-inch ka hathiyar uski jeans ko faadne ki koshish kar raha tha. Wo jaanta tha ki ye sirf shuruat hai. Aaj wo Kriti ka wo haal karne wala tha ki wo fest ke dinon mein bhi Rahul ke naam se kaanpne lagegi.
Mastermind Rahul ab apni frustration nikalne ke liye poori tarah taiyar tha. Usne Kriti ko apni godh mein bitha liya, uski skirt upar sarak gayi aur uski gori jaanghein Rahul ke tanaav se takrane lagin. Andhere theatre ka wo kona aaj ek aise gande khel ka gawah banne wala tha, jiske nishaan Kriti ke jism par agle kayi dinon tak rehne wale the.

Theatre ke us andhere kone mein movie ki awaaz sirf ek shor ban kar reh gayi thi. Screen par kya chal raha tha, isse na toh Rahul ko matlab tha aur na hi Kriti ko. Rahul ka gussa aur hawas ek baar phir uske dimaag par haavi ho chuke the. Usne Kriti ki gardan pakad kar use thoda niche ki taraf dhakela.
Kriti, jo Rahul ko khush karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jaane ko taiyar thi, wo turant samajh gayi. Usne dabe paaon seat se niche ghutno ke bal baithne ki koshish ki, par theatre ki seats tang thin, isliye wo Rahul ki thighs ke beech mein hi simat gayi. Usne kaanpte haathon se Rahul ki jeans ki zip neeche kheechi.
Zip-p...
Andhere mein bhi Rahul ka 6-inch lamba aur lohe ki tarah sakht lund jhatke se bahar nikal aaya. Kriti ne jab us garam aur tanaav se bhare hathiyar ko apne naram haath mein pakda, toh uski apni saansein ukhadne lagin. Usne bina koi deri kiye apna muh poora khola aur Rahul ke tope (glans) ko apni gili jeebh se chaatna shuru kiya.
"Mmmhhhh... Kriti... yes!" Rahul ne seat par peeche sir tika diya aur apni aankhein band kar lin.
Kriti ne ab lund ko poora apne muh mein bhar liya. Wo bohot hi shiddat aur dedication se apna kaam kar rahi thi. Uska gila aur naram muh Rahul ke lund ki shaft ko kaskar jhakad raha tha.
Slurp... slurp... ghup... ghup... ghup...
Theatre ke sannate mein Kriti ke gale se nikalne wali wo gandi aur raseeli 'ghup-ghup' ki awaazein Rahul ke kaanon mein nasha ghol rahi thin. Wo sach mein bohot achha chus rahi thi, uska thook (saliva) lund ki shaft par phisal kar Rahul ki tatiyon (balls) tak ja raha tha. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Kriti ka vacuum itna strong tha ki use lag raha tha uska saara dum nikal jayega.


Rahul ne apne dono haath Kriti ke white crop top ke andar ghusa diye. Usne uski 34-inch ki bhari chhatiyon ko bina kisi reham ke kaskar dabocha aur unhe apni mutthi mein masalne laga. Usne Kriti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se zor se pinch kiya, jisse Kriti ne muh mein lund liye hue hi ek dabi hui cheekh nikaali.
"Chuso ise... poora gale tak utaaro meri randi!" Rahul ne guraate hue kaha. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Trupti aur Abhay ka wo 'mouth-fuck' wala manzar ghoom raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki wo Kriti ke zariye us apmaan ka badla le raha hai.
Kriti ne lund ko aur gehra lena shuru kiya (deep throat). Uska sar tezi se aage-piche ho raha tha, aur uska thook Rahul ke lund par chamak raha tha. Har baar jab wo poora lund apne gale tak le jati, ek silsilati 'ghup' ki awaaz aati jo Rahul ko aur bhi wehshi bana rahi thi. Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko peeche se kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uske muh mein jhatke se 'fuck' karne laga.
"Ahhh... Kriti, tumhara muh kitna garam hai... ssssss!" Rahul ki saansein bhari ho gayin thin. Wo Kriti ke boobs ko itni zor se masal raha tha ki uske naram maans par Rahul ki ungliyon ke nishaan padne lage the.
Kriti ne ek pal ke liye lund bahar nikaala aur uske tope ko apni gaalon se ragda, phir ek baar 'pop' sound ke saath use wapas andar le liya. Wo Rahul ko wo charam sukh dena chahti thi ki wo sab kuch bhool jaye. Rahul ko is waqt Kriti ki 'skills' par hairani ho rahi thi—wo wakayi ek pro ki tarah chus rahi thi, uski jeebh lund ki ragon (veins) ko neeche se chat-te hue upar ja rahi thi.
Theatre mein movie ka climax chal raha tha, par yahan Rahul ka climax bardaasht se bahar ho raha tha. Uska gussa ab poori tarah hawas mein badal chuka tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska lund ab aag ugalne wala hai. Usne Kriti ka sar aur kaskar pakda aur uske muh mein aakhri dhakke maare.
"Main nikalne wala hoon Kriti... sab pi jana... ek boond bhi bahar nahi girni chahiye!" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue kaha.
Rahul ka jism akad gaya aur usne garm veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan seedha Kriti ke gale ke andar daag din. Kriti ne bina ruke, ek-ek ghoont mehsoos kiya aur 'ghup-ghup' karte hue poora cum nigal liya. Usne aakhri baar lund ko saaf karne ke liye use poora chata aur phir Rahul ki thighs par apna sar tika kar haanfne lagi.
Rahul ne ek gehri saans li aur apni jeans ki zip band ki. Uska tanaav kam ho gaya tha, par uski shaitani muskaan abhi bhi wahi thi. Usne Kriti ke chehre ko upar uthaya, uske hothon par abhi bhi Rahul ki mardangi chamak rahi thi.


"Bohot achha kiya Kriti... tum sach mein meri sabse pyaari slut ho," Rahul ne uske maathe ko chooma, par uski aankhon mein abhi bhi Trupti ki tabahi ka plan chal raha tha.
Ab Rahul poori tarah 'refreshed' tha. Usne Kriti ko seat par wapas bitha diya aur use kaskar hug kiya. Kriti ko lag raha tha ki usne apne BF ka dil jeet liya hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ke liye ye sirf ek 'frustration release' tha. Movie khatam hone mein abhi waqt tha, par Rahul ke liye asli 'show' ab college fest mein shuru hone wala tha.