Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Kriti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par Rahul ki mardangi ka nasha abhi bhi taaza tha. Rahul ne use seat par seedha kiya, par uska haath ab Kriti ki denim skirt ke nichle hisse par tha. Usne bade hi shaant par khatarnak andaaz mein apna haath skirt ke andar sarkaaya aur Kriti ki silk panty ke kinare ko hatakar apni ungli uski gili darar (pussy) par rakh di.



Rahul ne dhire se wahan rub karna shuru kiya.


"Ahhh... Rahul... mmmhh... Rahul!" Kriti ne ek lambi aur naram siskaari li. Uska jism ek jhatke ke saath dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya. Rahul ki ungliyon ka wo halka sparsh use pagal kar raha tha.


Rahul ne apni ungli thodi aur gehrai mein daali aur use bahar nikaal kar apne hothon se laga liya (licked the fingers). "Tum toh bohot zyada gili ho rahi ho Kriti... lagta hai mera ye 'treat' tumhe bohot pasand aa raha hai," Rahul ne uske kaan mein guraate hue kaha.



Kriti ne sharmate hue apna sar Rahul ke seene par ragaad diya. "Tumhare saath... main hamesha aisi hi ho jati hoon, Rahul."


Rahul ne ab koi waqt zaya nahi kiya. Usne Kriti ko uski kamar se pakda aur use ek hi jhatke mein utha kar apne upar bitha liya. Kriti ki taangein Rahul ke chaaron taraf phail gayi thin. Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip pehle hi kholi hui thi aur uska 6-inch ka hathiyar lohe ki tarah tana hua tha.


Kriti ne apne haath Rahul ke muscular kandhon par tika diye. Usne dhire-dhire niche baithna shuru kiya. Jaise hi Rahul ka garam lund Kriti ki gili yoni mein ghusne laga, dono ke muh se ek saath siskaari nikli.


"Ohhh... fuck... Kriti!" Rahul ne uski nangi gaand (ass) ko apne dono haathon se kaskar pakad liya.


Kriti ab Rahul ke upar upar-neeche hone lagi (riding). Theatre ki kursi unke wazan se halki-halki hil rahi thi. Kriti ki raftaar dhire-dheere badhne lagi. Uske 34-inch ke boobs Rahul ke seene se takra rahe the aur uske baal hawa mein bikhre hue the.


Thap... thap... thap...


Andhere mein unke jismon ke takrane ki aawaazein movie ke background music mein ghul rahi thin. Rahul ne Kriti ki kamar pakad kar use support diya aur niche se apne jhatke (thrusts) maarna shuru kiye. Wo har dhakke ke saath Kriti ko bata raha tha ki wo uska malik hai.


"Yes... aise hi... meri jaan!" Rahul ne Kriti ke hothon ko kaskar choom liya.



Kriti poori tarah madhosh ho chuki thi. Wo Rahul ke upar kisi wehshi ki tarah uchhal rahi thi, uski aankhein band thin aur wo sirf maza mehsoos kar rahi thi. Rahul ko dekh kar lag raha tha ki wo apni saari frustration, wo saara gussa jo usne Trupti ko Abhay ke saath dekh kar jama kiya tha, wo Kriti ke is jism par nikaal raha hai.


Theatre ke us sunsaan kone mein, movie ke khatam hone se pehle hi ek asli climax chal raha tha. Rahul ki mardangi aur Kriti ki ye 'submission' ne unhe college ki duniya se door ek aise gande aur naseele ehsaas mein jhonk diya tha, jahan se wapsi namumkin thi. Kriti ko lag raha tha ki ye sab 'pyaar' hai, par Rahul ke liye ye sirf uski shaitani ka ek aur chapter tha.

Theatre ke andhere mein movie ka shor ab sirf ek dhundhli pichand ban kar reh gaya tha. Rahul ka jism kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah Kriti par toot raha tha. Usne Kriti ki kamar ko itni zor se pakda tha ki uske naram maans par Rahul ki ungliyon ke neele nishaan chhapne lage the.



Rahul ka 6-inch ka hathiyar Kriti ki gili chut ko be-rahmi se raund raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath Kriti ka jism seat par oopar-neeche ho raha tha. Uske 34-inch ke boobs Rahul ke seene se takra kar buri tarah kuchal rahe the.


"Ahhh... Rahul! Fuck... tum... tum kitne wild ho gaye ho... sssss!" Kriti ne apna chehra Rahul ke kandhe mein chhupa liya, uski siskariyan ab rone jaisi lag rahi thin, par usme maza bhi behisab tha.


Rahul kuch nahi bol raha tha. Uske dimaag mein bas wahi tasveer thi—Trupti ka wo blowjob. Usne apne dhakkon (thrusts) ki raftaar aur badha di. Uska lund heavily Kriti ki chut ko chod raha tha, jaise wo Kriti ko nahi, balki us apmaan ko maar raha ho jo Abhay ne use diya tha.


Thap... Thap... Thap...


"Yes... chuso ise... mehsoos karo ise!" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue guraaya. Uska climax ab bilkul kareeb tha. Usne Kriti ki gaand ko kaskar daboch liya aur aakhri teen-chaar dhakke itni zor se maare ki Kriti ki aankhein phat gayin.


Rahul ka jism buri tarah thar-tharaaya aur usne apna saara garm veerya (cum) Kriti ki gehraiyon mein ugal diya. Kriti ki chut poori tarah bhar gayi. Wo ek-ek pichkari mehsoos kar rahi thi aur uska jism dheela pad gaya. Rahul ne use abhi bhi kaskar pakda hua tha, haanfte hue, uska pasina Kriti ke nange pet par gir raha tha.



Kuch der baad, Rahul ne Kriti ko apne upar se utara. Kriti poori tarah thak chuki thi, uski ankhein band thin aur hothon par ek thaki hui muskaan thi. Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip band ki aur seat par peeche sir tika kar baith gaya.


Movie ke aakhri kuch minute bache the. Screen par hero-heroine mil rahe the, par yahan Rahul ke dimaag mein ek alag hi 'Climax' taiyar ho raha tha.


'Chalo... frustration release ho gayi,' Rahul ne ek thandi muskaan ke saath socha. Usne apne phone ko check kiya. Spyware se wo saara data collect kar chuka tha. 'Ab khel ka maidan saaf hai. Trupti Khanna aur Abhay... tum dono ne bohot nasha kar liya. Ab fest aane wala hai. Jab poora college lights ke niche nachega, tab main wo video viral karunga.'


Rahul ne Kriti ki taraf dekha, jo ab uske kandhe par sar rakh kar araam kar rahi thi. 'Kriti, tumne mera saath achha diya. Par ye toh bas shuruat hai. Fest ki raat jab tumhari 'best friend' Trupti ki izzat beech raste par nilaam hogi, tab tum dekhna ki tumhara BF kitna bada mastermind hai.'


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Movie khatam hui aur lights on ho gayin. Rahul ne Kriti ke bikhre hue baalon ko theek kiya aur use kaskar hug kiya. Kriti ko laga ki ye unki sabse romantic date thi, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki wo Rahul ke us 'Field Setting' ka ek chhota sa hissa bhar thi. Dono theatre se bahar nikle, Rahul ke chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali chamak thi. Ab uski nazar sirf 'College Fest' par thi—wahi jagah jahan Trupti ki 'College Girl' wali jhoothi jannat hamesha ke liye raakh hone wali thi.