Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Auditorium ki lights ab madham ho chuki thin aur spotlight seedha stage ke center par thi, jahan Trupti aur Abhay haath mein haath daale khade the. Bahar se dekhne par wo college ke sabse powerhouse 'Showstopper' couple lag rahe the—Abhay apni mardana shaksiyat mein dhal chuka tha aur Trupti us emerald green silk saree mein kisi khwaab ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Abhay ne mic thama aur President ke naate apni speech shuru ki. Uski aawaz mein ek nayi tarah ka rob aur garv tha, jaise Trupti ko backstage 'jeetne' ke baad wo khud ko is duniya ka raja samajh raha ho. Wo fest ke maqsad aur volunteers ki mehnat ke baare mein bol raha tha, par beech-beech mein wo Trupti ka haath aur kaskar pakad leta, jisse Trupti ka poora shareer thar-thara jata.
Trupti wahan khadi toh thi, par uska dimaag abhi bhi us andhere dressing room mein atka hua tha. Uska chehra abhi bhi thoda tamtamaaya hua tha aur uski saansein poori tarah normal nahi hui thin. Uske kaanon mein baar-baar Rahul ke wo playful par zeherile alfaaz goonj rahe the: "If you guys are done..."



Uski ragon mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ki wo narm garmi aur wo 'heavy burst' ka nasha baaki tha, par uske upar ab 'guilt' ki ek bhari chadar chadh chuki thi. 'Rahul ne mujhe permission di thi... usne kaha tha ki main apni zindagi jeeun,' Trupti ne niche khadi bheed mein Rahul ko dhoondne ki koshish karte hue socha. 'Par kya ek bete ko apni Maa is halat mein dekhni chahiye? Main uske saamne adhmari halat mein thi... ek paraye mard ka haath meri panty ke andar tha... aur Rahul ne sab dekh liya.'
Usne Sanjeev ke baare mein socha. Sanjeev ne saalon se use itni 'energy' ke saath nahi chhua tha. Aaj pehli baar kisi aur mard ne uski yoni (pussy) ko itni be-rahmi aur deewangi se chhoda tha ki wo apne hosh kho baithi thi. Uske andar ek ajeeb kashmakash chal rahi thi—ek taraf wo sexual satisfaction tha jo use pehli baar mehsoos hua tha, aur dusri taraf wo khauf ki uska beta ab uske baare mein kya soch raha hoga.
Abhay ne speech khatam ki aur sab ne jordaar taliyan bajayi. Abhay ne mudkar Trupti ki taraf dekha aur mic side mein karke dheere se bola, "You're glowing, Trupti. Sab tumhe dekh rahe hain, par sabko pata hai tum meri ho."
Trupti ne ek jhoothi muskaan di, par uski nazrein niche bheed mein baithe Rahul par ja tiki. Rahul ne seat par baithe-baithe hi apni thodi (chin) uthayi aur Trupti ki taraf ek 'thumbs up' kiya, par uski aankhon mein wo shararat nahi thi jo pehle hua karti thi. Wahan ek thanda-pan tha jo Trupti ke kaleje ko cheer raha tha.
Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki emerald dress ki silk ab use chubhne lagi hai. Use lag raha tha ki backstage wala wo 'wetness' abhi bhi uske jism par chipka hua hai aur Rahul ki nazrein us 'wetness' ko saaf dekh pa rahi hain. Stage ki lights ab Fashion Show ke ramp walk ke liye badal rahi thin. Music tez ho gaya tha—ek 'heavy bass' wala track shuru hua.

'Kya main chal paungi?' Trupti ne socha. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the. Abhay ne uska haath chhoda aur ramp ki taraf pehla kadam badhaya, Trupti ko aage aane ka ishara karte hue. Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur apne saree ka pallu sambhala. Use ramp par chalna tha, par use lag raha tha ki wo apni maryada ki raakh par chalne ja rahi hai.
Uska beta wahan baitha tha, uska aashiq uske aage tha, aur uska pati ghar par intezar kar raha tha. Fest ki pehli raat ka asli 'Grand Opening' ab shuru hone wala tha, aur Trupti ko andaza bhi nahi tha ki Rahul ke phone mein wo video ab 'upload' hone ke liye sirf ek click ki doori par tha.



Auditorium mein music ka 'heavy bass' ab poore mahol ko thirka raha tha. Lights ne apna rang badla aur poora ramp sunheri aur neeli roshni se naha gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath choda aur ek kadam peeche hokar use raasta diya—ye pal sirf Trupti ka tha.


Trupti ne jab ramp par apna pehla kadam rakha, toh auditorium jaise cheekhon se gunj utha. Wo emerald green silk dress uske har mod par kisi nagin ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Uska 38-inch ka ubhaar aur wo gehari cleavage us tight dress mein se saaf jhalak rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uske baal hawa mein lehra rahe the, aur uske chehre par wo 'backstage glow' abhi bhi barkarar tha.


Abhay uske piche-piche chal raha tha. Ramp ke beecho-beech pahunchkar, Abhay ne dhire se uske kaan mein fusfusaya, "You’re my queen, Trupti. Aaj poora shehar tumhare kadmon mein hai."


Trupti ne ek haseen muskaan di, par uske dimaag mein wo anonymous message abhi bhi darr paida kar raha tha. Par jaise hi uski nazar front row mein baithe Rahul par padi, uska darr achanak sukoon mein badal gaya. Rahul wahan baitha muskurata hua use dekh raha tha. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur bohot hi dhire se apni gardan haan mein hilayi (gentle nod). Us ek ishare ne Trupti ko bata diya—'Maa, maine jo dekha usse mujhe koi aitraz nahi hai. Aap khush raho.'


Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur us pal ko jeene ka faisla kiya. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekhkar ek meethi muskaan di. Wo ab guilt se aazad mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Ramp ke end par pahunchkar, Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur use ek 'Showstopper' pose ke liye niche jhukne mein madad ki. Jaise hi Trupti thodi niche jhuki (bent down), uski deep cleavage ka ek bhayanak aur haseen nazaara poore college ke saamne aa gaya. Auditorium mein maujood saare ladke aur mard pagal ho gaye—whistles aur hooting se auditorium phatne ko ho gaya.



Trupti ne thoda sharmaate hue (blushed) sabki taraf dekha, usne haath hilakar crowd ko wave kiya. Use pehli baar apni khubsurati aur us 'attention' ka asli nasha chadh raha tha. Wo ek married aurat nahi, balki is fest ki sabse badi 'Diva' lag rahi thi.

Backstage ka mahol ab pehle se kahin zyada garm aur naseela ho chuka tha. Fashion show khatam hone ke baad auditorium se abhi bhi taliyon ki goonj sunayi de rahi thi, par Trupti ke andar ek alag hi tarah ki aag bhadak rahi thi. Rahul ka wo 'nod' aur uski supportive muskaan dekhne ke baad Trupti ke dimaag se guilt ka bojh poori tarah utar gaya tha. Use lag raha tha ki agar uske bete ko aitraz nahi hai, toh phir aaj ki raat uski hai.
Abhay ne backstage aate hi Trupti ko ek khambe se sata diya, uski aankhon mein wahi 'predatory' bhookh thi. "Tumne ramp par aag laga di, Trupti. Saare college ke mard tumhe nanga karne ke sapne dekh rahe hain, par unhe kya pata ki tumhari 'wetness' mere haath par hai," Abhay ne guraate hue uske kaan ke paas kaha.
Trupti ne ek nasheeli muskaan di. Uske andar ki 'inner slut' ab poori tarah jag chuki thi. Abhay ne use fingering karke madhosh kiya tha, par ab Trupti ka rukh badal gaya tha. Wo sirf 'receive' nahi karna chahti thi; wo ab badla (revenge) lena chahti thi—ek aisa tease jo Abhay ko ghutno par le aaye.
"Bohot maza aaya na tumhe mujhe wahan bebas dekh kar, Abhay?" Trupti ne apni emerald green dress ka pallu dhire se sarkaaya, jisse uske boob ka oopri hissa Abhay ki muscular chest se ragadne laga.
Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke seene par rakhe aur dhire-dhire neeche sarkaaye. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—gehri, kaali aur hawas se bhari hui. Trupti ne apna ek ghutna Abhay ki thighs ke beech mein upar uthaya, jisse uska naram badan Abhay ke tanaav (erection) se takraya.
"Tumne mujhe tadpaya... ab tumhari baari hai," Trupti ne fusfusaya.
Usne dhire se niche jhukna shuru kiya. Emerald silk ka wo kapda sarsarate hue uske badan par phisal raha tha. Wo Abhay ke samne ghutno par baith gayi. Abhay ki saansein atak gayi thin. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakda, par Trupti ne uske jeans ke button par apna dhyaan lagaya.
Usne zip dhire se neeche kheenchi. Zip-p...
Abhay ka 6-inch ka lund, jo pehle se hi lohe ki rod bana hua tha, jhatke se bahar nikal aaya. Wo garam tha, tana hua tha aur uski ragon mein khoon ka nasha saaf dikh raha tha. Trupti ne pehle use nahi chhua. Wo bas use ghoorti rahi, apni jeebh apne hothon par pherte hue (licking her lips). Wo Abhay ko dikhana chahti thi ki control ab uske haath mein hai.
"Trupti... please... sssss!" Abhay ne ek bhari siskaari li.

Trupti ne apna chehra uske lund ke bilkul paas laya, par use muh mein nahi liya. Wo bas apni naram saansein us par chhod rahi thi. Phir, usne dhire se apni jeebh nikali aur lund ke bilkul niche wale hisse (base) se lekar upar tope (glans) tak ek lambi aur gili lakeer khenchi.



Abhay ka jism jhatke ke saath akad gaya. Trupti ne use 'tease' karne ka faisla kar liya tha. Wo kabhi use chuumti, toh kabhi apne naram hothon se uski shaft ko halka sa touch karti. Wo Abhay ko us 'edge' par le ja rahi thi jahan se girna lazmi tha.
"Aaj raat... main jo chahungi wahi hoga, Abhay," Trupti ne upar dekhkar kaha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani aur sexy chamak thi.
Bahar fest ka shor badh raha tha, par is andhere kone mein Trupti apni maryada ki aakhri deewar tod kar ek aisi premi ban chuki thi jo apne mard ko poori tarah nichodne ke liye taiyar thi. Rahul ne use aazaadi di thi, aur Trupti us aazaadi ka har katra peene ke liye betaab thi.




Backstage ke us sunsaan kone mein, jahan lights ki chhan kar aati roshni emerald silk par chamak rahi thi, Trupti ne apni mardana 'Showstopper' image ko ek 'Seductress' mein badal diya tha. Abhay, jo ab tak is rishte ka maalik bana hua tha, aaj Trupti ke naye roop ko dekh kar dhang reh gaya tha.
Trupti ne apne reshami haathon se Abhay ke lohe jaise sakht lund ko thama. Usne use bade hi naram andaaz mein touch kiya, jaise koi kimti cheez ko chhu rahi ho. Usne apni ungliyon se uski ragon (veins) ke saath khelna shuru kiya, kabhi neeche tatiyon (balls) ko halka sa sehlaati, toh kabhi angoothe se uske tope (glans) par pressure banati. Abhay ki saansein ukhadne lagi thin.
"Mmm... Trupti... kya kar rahi ho?" Abhay ne haanfte hue pucha.
Trupti ne koi jawaab nahi diya. Usne ek gentle kiss lund ke bilkul beech mein kiya, aur phir apni naram aur gili jeebh se use neeche se upar tak chatna (soft lick) shuru kiya. Abhay ka jism jhatke se piche deewar se takraya. Uske muh se ek bhari aur dard-bhari siskaari nikli.
"Ahhh... sssss... Trupti... bardaasht nahi ho raha!"
Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay ab poori tarah bebas ho chuka hai. Usne ek shaitani muskaan di aur apne bikhre hue baalon ko ek jhatke mein piche karke ek unchi ponytail ya 'bun' jaisa baandh liya (tied her hair down). Uska ye ishara saaf tha—wo ab 'kaam' par lagne wali thi. Uske baal bandhte hi uska gora chehra aur emerald green dress ki deep cleavage Abhay ki nazron ke samne bilkul saaf ho gayi.
Abhay se ab aur intezar nahi hua. Usne Trupti ke sar ko apne dono haathon mein bhara aur apne lund ko poora uske muh ke andar dhakel diya.
GULP...


Ek bada aur bhari 'gulp' auditorium ke shor ke beech bhi backstage par saaf sunayi diya. Trupti ne us 6-inch ke sakht hathiyar ko ek hi baar mein apne gale tak utaar liya (big gulp). Uska muh poori tarah bhar gaya tha, uske gaal phool gaye the, par usne rukne ka naam nahi liya. Usne apni aankhein upar karke Abhay ki taraf dekha—wo nazar 'pyaar' ki nahi, ek bhookhi randi ki deewangi thi.
Abhay upar se ye nazaara dekh raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski 'Queen' emerald silk mein uske kadmon mein baithi uska ras pee rahi thi. Trupti ne lund ko bahar nikaala, us par apne thook (saliva) ki chamak chhodi, aur phir se use poora andar le liya.
Ghup... ghup... ghup...
Trupti ne lund ko itni shiddat se suck karna shuru kiya ki Abhay ke pair kanpne lage. Wo uski shaft ko apne hothon se kaskar jhakad rahi thi aur apni jeebh ko lund ke tope par gol-gol ghuma rahi thi. Abhay ne uske baalon ko kaskar pakad liya, uski ungliyan Trupti ki ponytail mein phans gayi thin.
"Yes... Trupti... aise hi! Chuso ise... poora kha jao!" Abhay guraaya.
Trupti ne apni raftaar badha di. Wo ab Abhay ko wahi maza de rahi thi jo Abhay ne use fingering se diya tha, par ye maza hazar guna zyada gehra tha. Uska emerald green pallu zameen par gir chuka tha, uske nange kandhe lights mein chamak rahe the, aur wo poori deewangi se apne 'handsome dude' BF ko satisfy kar rahi thi.


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Bahar fest ka shor ab dhundhla ho chuka tha. Is kone mein sirf Trupti ke muh se nikalne wali gili aawazein aur Abhay ki 'fuck... yes...' ki guraahat baaki thi. Trupti ne aaj sabit kar diya tha ki wo sirf ek biwi nahi hai—wo ek aisi aurat hai jo apne mard ko jannat dikhane ka hunar jaanti hai.

Backstage ke us andhere aur mahakate hue kone mein, Trupti ne apni saari sharam aur maryadaon ko emerald green silk ke pallu ke saath zameen par phenk diya tha. Abhay ke saamne ghutno par baithi Trupti is waqt koi college President ya do bacchon ki Maa nahi lag rahi thi—wo ek aisi 'skilled' maahira lag rahi thi jisne apne jism aur muh ki har harqat ko mard ko pagal karne ke liye hi seekha tha.
Trupti ne Abhay ke lohe jaise sakht lund ko apne dono hothon ke beech kaskar daboch liya. Usne apni jeebh ko shaft ki ragon par circular motion mein ghumaya, har us nas ko touch kiya jahan khoon ka nasha daud raha tha. Jab usne dobara use poora andar liya, toh uska 'deep-throat' itna perfect tha ki Abhay ka jism jhatke se piche deewar par dher ho gaya.
Slurp... Gulp... Slurp...


Trupti ne Abhay ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekha (looking at him). Uska chehra lund ke tanaav se phoola hua tha, par uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi. Wo dekhna chahti thi ki uska 'jawan BF' kaise uski mutthi mein sisak raha hai. Usne lund ko bahar nikaala, uske tope (glans) ko apni jeebh se bade hi naram andaaz mein chaata, jaise koi ice-cream ka lutf le rahi ho, aur phir ek jhatke mein use apne gale ki gehraiyon tak utaar liya.

Abhay ne Trupti ke bandhe hue baalon ko kaskar pakda hua tha. Uska poora badan paseene se chamak raha tha. "Fuck... Trupti! Kahan se... kahan se seekha tumne ye? You're a natural... sssss!" Abhay ne apna sar piche deewar par patak diya, uski aankhein band thin aur hothon se sirf besakh siskaariyan nikal rahi thin.
Trupti ne apni raftaar badha di. Uske hothon ki pakad itni tight thi ki Abhay ko lag raha tha uska lund nichod liya jayega. Wo upar-niche (head bobbing) itni tezi se ho rahi thi ki emerald silk ki dress uske kandhon se phisal rahi thi. Usne lund ko muh se nikaal kar us par apni gili laar (saliva) ki ek moti parat chhodi aur phir apni hatheliyon se use 'stroke' karne lagi, jabki uski jeebh neeche tatiyon (balls) ko sehla rahi thi.
Ye ek 'masterclass' thi—Trupti ne dikha diya ki 40 saal ka tajurba aur ek jawan jism ki bhookh jab milti hai, toh kya hota hai. Abhay ka jism ab 'climax' ki dehleez par tha. Uska tanaav itna badh gaya tha ki wo phatne ko taiyar tha.
"Nahi... Trupti... ruko... main... main gir jaunga!" Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha, par Trupti ne use nahi chhoda. Usne apni pakad aur kash di aur aakhri baar lund ko poora apne muh mein bhar kar use jordaar suction diya.



Bahar fest ka music aur auditorium ki lights is 'private act' se hazar meel door thin. Is kone mein sirf Trupti ki 'wet sounds' aur Abhay ki harati hui saansein thin. Trupti ne aaj sirf badla nahi liya tha, usne Abhay ko apna ghulaam bana liya tha.

Backstage ke us andhere aur naseele kone mein hawa jaise bhari ho chuki thi. Abhay ka jism buri tarah thar-thara raha tha, uski ragon mein daudta khoon ab jwaalamukhi ban kar phatne ko taiyar tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ab apne 'edge' par hai, aur usne apni suction aur tezi se badha di.


Abhay ne ek bhari guraahat ke saath Trupti ke baandhe hue baalon ko kaskar pakda aur uske sir ko niche ki taraf dabaya. "Trupti... abhi... OHHH FUCK!"


Abhay ne apna saara garm veerya (cum) ek bhayanak jhatke ke saath Trupti ke muh mein ugal diya. Trupti ne rukne ke bajaye, uske lund ko aur kaskar apne hothon mein jhakad liya. Usne ek 'straw' ki tarah har pichkari ko kheencha, ek boond bhi bahar nahi girne di. Abhay ka jism kisi bijli ke jhatke ki tarah kanp raha tha (shaking), aur usne deewar ka sahara lekar khud ko girne se bachaya.


Jab sab shant hua, Trupti dhire se khadi hui. Emerald green silk ki dress uske badan par thodi bikhri hui thi, par uske chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali hansi thi. Uska muh Abhay ke garm ras se bhara hua tha, par usne use turant nahi nigla. Wo Abhay ki taraf dekhkar halka sa hansi (laughed).



Usne aage badhkar Abhay ko ek bohot hi gehra aur gila 'cum-kiss' kiya. Abhay, jo abhi bhi hosh khoya hua tha, kursi par dher ho gaya. Trupti ne uske hothon par apna aur uska mila-jula ras chhod diya aur ek adaa ke saath mudkar bahar ki taraf nikal gayi.


Auditorium ki lights aur logon ke shor ke kareeb pahunchte hi, Trupti ruki. Usne ek aakhri baar mehsoos kiya ki uska muh Abhay ke mardana ras se bhara hai. Usne ek 'final gulp' liya aur bade hi sukoon se us saare ras ko pi gayi (drank all).


Usne apne hothon ko apni jeebh se saaf kiya, apne baalon ko halka sa set kiya aur ek gehri saans li. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi—aaj usne sirf fest ki President nahi, balki ek aisi aurat ke roop mein khud ko mehsoos kiya tha jo poori tarah swatantra (independent) thi. Wo muskurate hue bheed ki taraf badh gayi, ye jaante hue ki uske andar abhi bhi Abhay ka nishaan baaki hai.