Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Fest ka dusra din shuru ho chuka tha, par Trupti ke liye pichli raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Jab wo subah uthi, uske jism mein ek ajeeb si thirkan aur hothon par Abhay ka naseela swad abhi bhi baaki tha. Emerald green dress ab hostel ke kone mein padi thi, par us raat ki deewangi Trupti ki ragon mein daud rahi thi. Wo aaine ke samne khadi hui aur apni gardan par wo halka sa nishaan dekha jo shayad Abhay ne pakadte waqt banaya tha. Wo darri nahi, balki muskura di—use pehli baar mehsoos ho raha tha ki wo zinda hai.




Subah 10 baje auditorium mein dance rehearsal shuru hui. Raat ke fashion show ki kamyabi ke baad auditorium mein ek alag hi energy thi, par Trupti aur Abhay ke beech ki energy 'sexual tension' se bhari thi. Stage par sirf wo dono the, aur lightman upar se halki lights set kar raha tha.


"Chalo, lift wala step phir se practice karte hain," Abhay ne kaha. Uski aawaz aaj pehli baar thodi zyada possessive aur bhari lag rahi thi.


Jaise hi music shuru hua, Abhay ne Trupti ko kamar se pakda aur hawa mein uchhala. Jab wo niche aayi, toh Abhay ne use apne seene se itni kaskar sata liya ki Trupti ki saansein atak gayin. Uska naram badan Abhay ke muscular jism se poori tarah press ho gaya tha.


"Kal raat toh sirf shuruat thi, Trupti," Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas dhire se fusfusaya, uski garam saansein Trupti ko dobara madhosh karne lagin. "Abhi toh poora fest baaki hai... aur hamari poori zindagi."



Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li. Wo empowered mehsoos kar rahi thi, jaise wo is college ki malkin ho. Par tabhi uske dimaag mein wo anonymous message chamka: "Your husband is watching." Uska chehra thoda peela pad gaya. Usne socha ki wo Abhay ko sab bata de—ki koi use stalk kar raha hai, koi use dhamka raha hai.


"Abhay... mujhe kuch kehna hai. Wo... mujhe kuch messages aa rahe hain," Trupti ne himmat juta kar kaha.


"Kya?" Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha.


Trupti ne hoth kante. Wo darr gayi ki agar usne bataya, toh shayad Abhay darr jaye ya ye sab yahi ruk jaye. Wo is naye-naye mile 'freedom' ko khona nahi chahti thi. "Nahi... kuch nahi. Bas thodi thak gayi hoon." Usne baat taal di.


Upar balcony ke andhere mein, hamesha ki tarah ek saaya maujood tha. Rahul wahan baitha apne naye phone (jo usne shayad subah hi khareeda tha) se unhe record kar raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa Abhay ki baahon mein pighal rahi hai. Rahul ne koi action nahi liya, koi message nahi bheja. Wo bas shaant baitha unhe ghoorta raha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi thandak thi jo niche stage ki garmi ko raakh kar sakti thi.


Rahul ne ek 'save' button dabaya aur video gallery mein add kar diya. Uske liye ye sirf ek video nahi tha, ye uski Maa ke 'guilt' aur 'pleasure' ka aakhri gawah tha. Wo bas sahi waqt ka intezaar kar raha tha jab wo ye saara raaz ek jhatke mein fash karega.


Trupti ne upar balcony ki taraf dekha, par use koi dikha nahi. Use laga shayad wo uska waham hai. Wo waapas Abhay ki baahon mein simat gayi, ye sochte hue ki jab tak Rahul uske saath hai, use kisi se darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul 'saath' nahi, balki 'saaye' ki tarah uski tabahi bun raha hai.


Fest ka dusra din apni poori raftaar par tha. College ka ground stalls, music aur hazaron students ki bheed se bhara hua tha. Trupti aur Abhay, President aur Vice-President hone ke naate, har jagah maujood the. Aaj Trupti ne ek halki gulabi (peach) rang ki saree pehni thi, jisme wo behad masoom par uttejak lag rahi thi.
Dopehar ki dhoop tez thi, aur dono ek ice-cream stall ke paas khade hokar volunteers ko instructions de rahe the. Bheed ke beech Abhay ka mardana rob saaf dikh raha tha, par uska poora dhyaan Trupti par tha. Sabke saamne Abhay ne ek ice-cream cone liya aur bade hi pyaar se Trupti ke hothon ke paas laya.
"Khao, thoda thanda mehsoos karogi," Abhay ne kaha. Uska ek haath Trupti ki kamar par tha, jo bheed ki wajah se 'protective' lag raha tha, par Trupti jaanti thi ki wo haath use kaskar mehsoos kar raha hai. Trupti ne ice-cream ka ek bite liya, aur Abhay ne apni ungli se uske hothon par lagi cream ko saaf kiya aur phir wahi ungli apne muh mein daal li. Ye 'public flirting' Trupti ko ek naya nasha de rahi thi.


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Thodi der baad, jab bheed dusri taraf gayi aur wo dono stall ke piche ek chote se storage area mein akele hue, toh mahol achanak badal gaya. Wahan dher saare carton aur boxes rakhe the jo unhe bahar ki nazron se chhupa rahe the.
Abhay ne bina waqt zaya kiye Trupti ko ek bade box se sata diya. Uska haath Trupti ke saree ke pallu ke niche gaya aur seedha uski nangi kamar ko sehlaate hue niche sarakne laga. Trupti ki saansein turant bhari ho gayin.
"Abhay... koi aa jayega... bahar sab hain," Trupti ne dabi hui aawaz mein kaha.
"Koi nahi aayega," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Usne apna haath Trupti ki lace panty ke upar rakha aur uski garam aur gili chut (pussy) ko dhire-dhire rub karna shuru kiya.
Mmmhhhh... Trupti ne apne hothon ko kaskar kaat liya (biting her lip) taaki uski cheekh bahar na jaye. Abhay ki ungliyan panty ke kase hue kapde ke upar se uski 'clit' ko sehla rahi thin. Trupti ka jism dhoop aur hawas se tapne laga. Wo 'teasing' itni jabardast thi ki Trupti ke pair kanpne lage.
Abhay ki raftaar thodi badhi, uski ungliyan ab panty ki gehraiyon ko mehsoos kar rahi thin. Trupti madhoshi ki dehleez par thi, uska ek haath Abhay ke baalon mein phans gaya tha aur dusra haath usne apne muh par rakh liya tha taaki siskaariyan bahar na nikal sakein.


Tabhi bahar se kisi volunteer ne awaz di, "Abhay sir! Stage par mike testing ke liye bulaya hai!"
Trupti jhatke se hosh mein aayi. Usne Abhay ka haath kaskar pakda aur use niche se hata diya. "Nahi... abhi nahi... yahan nahi (Not now, not here)," usne haanfte hue kaha. Uska chehra poori tarah laal ho chuka tha aur uski aankhon mein abhi bhi adhuri pyas thi.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li aur apna haath bahar nikala. Usne Trupti ki saree sahi ki aur uske maathe ko choom liya. "Theek hai... par aaj raat, tum meri hogi. Poori tarah."
Trupti ne apne bikhre hosh samete aur stall se bahar nikli. Uske jism mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ki thar-tharahat baaki thi. Wo bheed mein wapas toh chali gayi, par uska man ab sirf raat ka intezar kar raha tha jab koi 'stall' aur koi 'volunteer' unke beech nahi hoga.

Raat ke sannate mein college campus kisi gehri khamoshi mein dooba hua tha, par auditorium ke backstage storage room mein ek alag hi toofan pal raha tha. Agli subah main dance competition tha, aur Trupti aur Abhay ne "rehearsal" ke bahaane wahan milne ka faisla kiya. Trupti ne ek patli silk ki night-suit jaisi dress pehni thi, jo uske bhari badan par kisi dusri twacha (skin) ki tarah chipki hui thi.


Jaise hi storage room ka bhari darwaza band hua, Abhay ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Trupti ko deewar se sata diya (pins her against the wall). Room mein purane pardo aur lakdi ki sondhi khushboo thi, par unke beech sirf hawas ki mahak thi.



Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon ko apne kabze mein le liya. Ye ek deep, wet kiss tha, jisme unki saansein ek-dusre mein ghul rahi thin. Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko kaskar pakda aur use apne tanaav (erection) par zor se press kiya. Trupti ne ek bhari siskaari li aur apne haath Abhay ke baalon mein phansa diye.



"Abhay... humein rehearsal karni chahiye," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, par uski aankhein kuch aur hi maang rahi thin.


"Wahi toh kar raha hoon, Trupti. Tumhare jism ke har mod ki rehearsal," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.


Usne dhire se Trupti ke blouse ke button khole. Uska bhari 38-inch ka seena hawa mein aazaad ho gaya. Abhay ne pehle apne haath un naram pahadon par rakhe aur unhe kaskar masalne laga. Trupti ka jism dhanush ki tarah akad gaya. Phir, Abhay ne apna sir neeche kiya aur ek nipple ko apne muh mein bhar liya.


Slurp... slurp...


Abhay ne Trupti ke nipple ko sucking aur licking se poori tarah bhigo diya. Wo use kabhi apne hothon se suck karta, toh kabhi apni jeebh se circular motion mein chat-ta. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li thin aur uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Usne Abhay ka sir apne seene se aur kaskar chipka liya.



"Ahhh... sssss... Abhay... tum pagal kar doge!" Trupti ki dabi hui cheekh purane storage room ki deewaron se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi.


Abhay ka haath ab niche ki taraf sarakne laga tha, us gili darar ki taraf jahan kal raat ka nasha abhi bhi baaki tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha ki wo is mard ke samne poori tarah bebas ho chuki hai, aur ye bebasi use duniya ki har khushi se zyada maza de rahi thi.

Storage room ki hawa mein purane pardo aur hawas ki ek maseeli khushboo ghuli hui thi. Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay ka dhairya (patience) khatam ho raha hai, toh usne khel badalne ka faisla kiya. Emerald green silk toh kal ki baat thi, aaj uski peach-colored dress uske ghutno tak simat gayi jab wo dhire se niche baithi.
Trupti ne Abhay ke jeans ki zip kholi aur us mardana hathiyar ko aazad kiya jo abhi lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua tha. Usne turant use muh mein nahi liya. Pehle, usne apni jeebh nikali aur us par thoda thook (saliva) jama kiya, aur phir lund ke tope (glans) par ek bohot hi dhimi aur gili lakeer khenchi.


"Mmm... Trupti... sssss!" Abhay ne deewar par apna sar tika diya.
Trupti ne apni jeebh ko uski ragon (veins) par ghumana shuru kiya, jaise wo har ek nas ka swad lena chahti ho. Uska 'saliva play' Abhay ko pagal kar raha tha; wo kabhi tope ko apni jeebh se circular motion mein chat-ti, toh kabhi apni ungliyon se uske tatiyon (balls) ko sehlaati. Trupti ne upar dekhkar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—uski nazron mein ek shaitani sukoon tha. Usne lund ko apne hothon se halka sa chhua aur phir apni geeli jeebh se use poora bhigo diya.


Abhay ka jism buri tarah kanp raha tha. Usne Trupti ke baal pakadne ke liye haath aage badhaya hi tha ki achanak...
Tring... Tring... Tring...
Andhere kamre mein Abhay ke phone ki ringtone ek jhatke ki tarah gunji. Abhay ne gusse mein phone nikaala, par caller ID dekhte hi uske chehre ka rang badal gaya.
"Helllo? Kya? Lights main short-circuit? Stage ka poora setup band ho gaya hai?" Abhay ne chilla kar pucha. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi uske kadmon mein baithi haanf rahi thi, uska chehra aur hoth uske ras se geele the.
"Trupti... emergency hai. Main Stage setup ke bina fest cancel ho jayega. Main bas 5 minute mein wapas aata hoon. Please... yahan se hilna mat. Wait here for me," Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha. Usne jaldi se apni zip band ki, Trupti ke maathe par ek jaldi-baazi wala kiss kiya aur storage room ka bhari darwaza kholkar bahar nikal gaya.
Thud!


Darwaza band ho gaya. Trupti wahan andhere mein akeli reh gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi tap raha tha, uski chut se nikalne wala garam paani uski jaanghon ko bhigo raha tha, aur uska muh abhi bhi us adhure swad se bhara tha.
Storage room mein ab sannaata tha, sirf purani cheezon ke girne ki halki aawazein aa rahi thin. Trupti ne apni dress sahi ki aur andhere mein ek kursi par baith gayi, darwaze ki taraf takti hui. Par us sannate mein use aisa mehsoos hua jaise wo akeli nahi hai. Piche rakhe dher saare pardo ke piche se ek halki si sarsarahat aayi.
"Abhay? Tum ho?" usne tharrati hui aawaz mein pucha.
Koi jawaab nahi aaya.