Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

College Fest ki countdown ab khatam hone ko thi, aur poora campus ek alag hi rang mein ranga hua tha. Committe ne final announcement kar di thi: Fashion Show aur Dance Competition ke liye Trupti aur Abhay ko "Showstoppers" chuna gaya tha. Unki chemistry Goa ke baad se hi poore college mein charcha ka vishay thi.

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Sunsaan auditorium ki lights madham thin. Trupti ne ek tight black leggings aur ek sleeveless tank top pehna tha, jisme uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ki contouring saaf dikh rahi thi. Abhay ne use waist se pakda aur music ki beat par ghumaya. Unke jism itne kareeb the ki Trupti ko Abhay ki tez dhadkan saaf sunayi de rahi thi.
"Dhire Abhay... main gir jaungi," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, uska chehra paseene se chamak raha tha.
"Main girne nahi dunga Trupti... kabhi nahi," Abhay ne uski kamar par apni pakad aur kash di. Wo Trupti ko dance ke steps sikha raha tha, par har step ke saath unka sparsh gehra hota ja raha tha.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek pal ke liye guilt ki lehar uthi. 'Main kya kar rahi hoon? Sanjeev ghar par mera intezaar kar rahe honge... unhe lagta hai unki biwi padhai kar rahi hai. Aur yahan main ek jawan ladke ki baahon mein pighal rahi hoon. Sanjeev ka wo thanda aur purana pyaar... aur Abhay ki ye jawan aag... main kaise chunu?' Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki wo Abhay ko apni asliyat bata de. Wo uske kaan ke paas jhuki, "Abhay... mujhe tumhe kuch batana hai... meri umar, meri asliyat..."




Par Abhay ne uske hothon par apni ungli rakh di. "Shhh... mujhe farq nahi padta tum kaun ho. Mere liye tum sirf meri Trupti ho." Trupti ne apne alfaaz nigal liye. Wo darr gayi ki sach sunte hi ye 'jannat' bikhar jayegi.

Break ke dauran, wo dono stage ke ek andhere kone mein baithe. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur bade hi narm andaaz mein uske hothon ko choom liya. Ye ek soft, emotional kiss tha—isme koi hawas nahi thi, bas ek gehra judaav tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin, Sanjeev ka chehra dhundhla hota gaya aur Abhay ka ehsaas gehra.
Upar balcony ke andhere mein, Rahul apni saansein roke baitha tha. Uska phone 'Night Mode' par tha, aur wo niche chal rahi har harkat ko record kar raha tha. Wo Trupti ki har siskaari, har sparsh aur us kiss ko high-definition mein kaid kar raha sahi tha. Uske chehre par ek shaitani muskaan thi.
'Pyaar... Forever... dekhte hain kab tak,' Rahul ne socha. Usne turant ek 'rehearsal photo' li, jisme Trupti aur Abhay ek-dusre mein khoye hue the, aur use crop karke 'College Confessions' group par anonymously bhej diya.



Tabhi Kriti balcony mein dakhil hui. Wo Rahul ko dhoond rahi thi. "Rahul? Yahan kya kar rahe ho?"

Rahul jhatke se palta aur phone pocket mein chhupa liya. "Kuch nahi Kriti... bas upar se lights check kar raha tha." Kriti ne dekha ki Rahul ki aankhein niche stage par Trupti ko ek ajeeb si shiddat se ghoor rahi thin. Wo 'friendly' nazar nahi thi, wo kuch aur tha. Kriti ke mann mein pehli baar ek chota sa shak paida hua. 'Rahul Maa... mera matlab Trupti ko itna kyun dekh raha hai?'
Practice khatam karke Trupti jab washroom gayi aur apna phone check kiya, toh uske pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uske inbox mein ek unknown number se message tha:
"Enjoying the dance, Trupti? Watch your back... Your husband is watching."
Trupti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usne ghabra kar chaaron taraf dekha, par wahan koi nahi tha. Uska jhoot ab use nigalne wala tha.




Rehearsal khatam hone ke baad auditorium ka sannata Trupti ko darrane laga tha, par Abhay ka haath uske haath mein ek ajeeb si himmat de raha tha. Abhay use dobara usi purani rooftop par le gaya. Raat ka sannata pehle se zyada gehra tha aur thandi hawa Trupti ki sleeveless tank top se nangi baazuon ko sehla rahi thi.

Abhay railing ke paas khada hua, uski aankhein shehar ki timtimati lights mein khoyi hui thin. "Trupti... jab main chhota tha, meri Maa mujhe sote huye chhod kar chali gayi thi. Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai wo baarish wali raat jab main subah utha aur poora ghar khaali tha. Papa tab bhi kaam mein busy the aur aaj bhi hain. Unhe jab heart attack aaya, mujhe laga shayad wo mujhse kuch kahenge... par hosh aate hi unhone wahi files mangwa li."
Abhay palta aur Trupti ke chehre ko apne kapkapaate haathon mein bhar liya. "Tumhe pata hai, poora college mujhe 'Alpha' samajhta hai, par andar se main wahi 10 saal ka bacha hoon jo darta hai ki koi use phir se akela na chhod de. But with you... you are the first person who feels like home. Tumhare paas aakar meri talaash khatam ho jati hai."





Trupti ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Ek Maa hone ke naate wo uske dard ko mehsoos kar pa rahi thi, aur ek premika hone ke naate uske samarpan ko. Usne aage badhkar Abhay ko ek bohot hi lamba aur jazbaati hug diya. Uska 38-inch ka naram seena Abhay ke chaudey seene mein dhans gaya.

Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra upar uthaya aur unke hoth ek-dusre se takra gaye. Ye kiss pichle sabhi chumbano se alag tha. Isme ek bhookh thi, ek waada tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke nichle hoth ko apne hothon mein dabaya aur use dhire-dhire suck karne laga. Trupti ne apni jeebh bahar nikali aur Abhay ki jeebh se takrayi. Dono ek-dusre ke muh ka ras aise pee rahe the jaise ye unki aakhri raat ho. Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon ko licking aur sucking se itna geela kar diya ki laar (saliva) unki thodi (chin) se niche girne lagi. Trupti ne siskari li aur Abhay ke baalon ko kaskar pakad liya.
"Abhay... suno," Trupti ne kiss todte hue haanfte hue kaha. "Main tumse ek waada karti hoon. Is Fest ke khatam hote hi... hum apne future ka faisla karenge. Main sab theek kar dungi."
Usi waqt, niche apne andhere kamre mein Rahul ye sab live sun raha tha. Usne apne kaanon par headphones laga rakhe the. Trupti ki wo 'Home' wali baat aur 'Future' ka faisla sunkar Rahul ka khoon khaul utha. Use laga jaise uski Maa ne use dhokha dekar kisi aur ko apna beta aur mard dono bana liya hai.
"Nahi... Nahi! Ye nahi ho sakta!" Rahul chillaaya. Uska gussa itna bhayanak tha ki usne apna mahanga phone uthaya aur deewar par poori taqat se de de maara.
CRASH!
Phone ke sheeshe bikhar gaye. Rahul wahi zameen par dher ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein Trupti ki siskariyan goonj rahi thin. Pehli baar, mastermind Rahul ki aankhon se gusse aur jalan ke aansu nikalne lage. Wo bacho ki tarah phat-phat kar rone laga, par uski rulaayi mein dard se zyada nafrat thi.
"Aapne hadd paar kar di Maa... Aapne us paraye ladke ke liye mere baap ko aur mujhe bhula diya? Future decide karengi aap? Thik hai... Fest ki raat faisla main karunga. Aisa faisla ki aap kisi ko muh dikhane layak nahi rahengi."
Rahul ne bikhre hue phone ke tukdon ko ghoora. Uski rone ki aawaz ab ek silsilati hansi mein badalne lagi. Uski mental state ab 'Breaking Point' par thi. Udhar chhat par Trupti Abhay ki baahon mein sukoon dhoond rahi thi, ye anjaan hokar ki uska apna beta niche apni tabahi aur uski ruswayi ka aakhri plan likh raha hai.
College Fest ki subah ab sirf kuch ghante door thi, aur uske saath hi aane wala tha Trupti ki zindagi ka sabse bada toofan.



Agli subah college ki hawa mein fest ki thirkan thi, par Rahul ke dimaag mein kal raat ka wo rooftop wala manzar kisi zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Uska bikhra hua phone aur uski Maa ka wo 'Future' wala waada use ek wehshi darinde mein badal chuka tha.

Rahul corridor mein tez kadmon se chal raha tha jab Kriti ne use roka. Kriti ke chehre par bechaini thi, usne kal raat balcony mein Rahul ki aankhon mein jo junoon dekha tha, wo use sone nahi de raha tha.
"Rahul, ruko!" Kriti ne uska haath pakda. "Tum kal se bohot ajeeb behave kar rahe ho. Aur tum har waqt Trupti ko itni nafrat ya pata nahi kis ajeeb nazar se kyun ghoorte rehte ho? Kya chal raha hai tumhare dimaag mein?"
Rahul ruka, uski aankhein laal thin. Usne Kriti ki taraf dekha—wo masoom, naye-naye ishq mein doobi ladki. Rahul ne bina kuch kahe Kriti ki kalai kaskar pakdi aur use ghasitate hue ek khali classroom ke andar le gaya. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur Kriti ko ek hi jhatke mein teacher ki desk se sata diya.
"Rahul... ye kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe chot lag jayegi!" Kriti ghabra gayi.
"Sawaal bohot karti ho tum Kriti," Rahul ne guraate hue kaha. Usne Kriti ke dono haath desk par upar kaskar daboch liye. Uska gussa ab hawas mein badal chuka tha. Use apni Maa ki 'bewafayi' ka badla kisi jism par nikaalna tha, aur Kriti wahan maujood thi.


Rahul ne be-rahmi se Kriti ke top ke andar haath daala aur uske kase hue boobs ko nochne laga. Kriti ne dard aur uttejna (excitement) mein siskaari li. "Ahhh... Rahul... tum itne gusse mein kyun ho?"

Rahul ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne Kriti ko jhatke se desk ki taraf mod diya (bend her over). Kriti ka chehra desk par tha aur uski denim skirt Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein upar chadhadi. Usne Kriti ki panty neeche kheechi aur uski gori, kase hue gaand (ass) ko nanga kar diya.
Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip kholi aur apna 6-inch ka tana hua lund bahar nikaala. Wo lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht tha. Usne pehle apne lund ko Kriti ki gili chut par zor-zor se ragda (rubbing).
"Rahul... please... dhire..." Kriti ne haanfte hue kaha.



Par Rahul ke andar aaj koi reham nahi tha. Usne Kriti ki kamar kaskar pakdi aur bina kisi warning ke, peeche se apna poora lund Kriti ki tight chut mein ek hi jhatke mein utaar diya.

"AHHHHHHH! RAHUL!" Kriti ki ek dard bhari cheekh khali classroom mein goonj gayi. Uski aankhon se pani nikal aaya, kyunki Rahul ne use bilkul mauka nahi diya tha.
Rahul ne ab rukh badla. Wo wehshiyon ki tarah Kriti ko chodne laga. Uske dhakke itne zor se the ki desk aage-piche hil rahi thi.
Fat... fat... fat...
Maans se maans ke takrane ki wo gandi aawaazein Rahul ko aur bhi pagal kar rahi thin. Wo har dhakke ke saath soch raha tha ki wo Abhay ka gala daba raha hai, wo har jhatke ke saath apni Maa ke us 'I love you' ka badla le raha tha.




Mmmhhh... yes... aise hi... chillaao!" Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko kaskar peeche kheecha aur use kisi janwar ki tarah raundne laga.

Kriti, jo pehle dard mein thi, ab Rahul ki is mardana deewangi mein pighalne lagi. Uski siskariyan ab 'moans' mein badal gayi thin. "Ohhh fuck... Rahul... tum... tum maar hi daaloge... sssss!"
Rahul ka lund Kriti ki gehraiyon ko napa raha tha. Wo use itni buri tarah chod raha tha ki Kriti ke pair kanpne lage. Classroom ke andhere aur sannate mein Rahul ki bhari saansein aur Kriti ki 'Ahhh... ahhh' ki aawaazein ek ganda mahol bana rahi thin.
Rahul ne aakhri kuch dhakke poori taqat se maare. Uska climax itna bhayanak tha ki usne Kriti ki kamar par apne nakhun gada diye aur apna saara garm zeher Kriti ki chut ke andar bhar diya. Kriti dher hokar desk par gir gayi, uska jism thar-thara raha tha.




Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikaala aur bina kuch kahe apni zip band ki. Usne dekha ki Kriti wahan nangi halat mein haanf rahi thi, uski aankhon mein aansu the par ek ajeeb sa samarpan bhi.

"Sawaal mat poocha karo Kriti," Rahul ne thande lehje mein kaha aur darwaza khol kar bahar nikal gaya.
Kriti wahan akeli bethi rahi, apni bikhri hui skirt aur bikhre hue hosh sambhalti hui. Use pehli baar ehsaas hua ki Rahul sirf uska boyfriend nahi hai, wo kuch aur hai... kuch bohot hi khatarnak. Par uska jism abhi bhi Rahul ki us mardangi se tharthara raha tha.
Rahul corridor mein chalte hue muskuraya. Usne apni frustration nikaal li thi, par asli shikar abhi baaki tha. Fest ka mela saj chuka tha, aur ab baari thi Trupti Khanna ki asliyat ko nanga karne ki.