[Vikrant pelu]

Awesome

[Rinkp219]

Wow..... Garma garam update...... laajawab update Bhai......

Waiting more.........

Viki ka intezar Bhai kab tak wapas aayega

[exbiixossip2]

bro.. hot to hot update

next update yun hi dete rahna.. with hot gifs and pics

[Rajendra karka]

Hot update

[Ravi1991]

You have an amazing imagination and writing style is impressive.

[Erotica erotica]

super sexy writing,you are no less than superstar. This what a intense cuckson story looks like!! SUPERB. Mind blowing( what if sanjeev arrange a marriage of tripti and abhay)

Its for sure abhay would be fucking rahul mom tripti like predators in college and hostel.Abhay should claim her and fuck her.Waiting for next update
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[exbiixossip2]

hi bro...
i can not wait for next hot trupti sex seduce update with abhay and Rahul.

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... with hot pics

[Abstar]

It's so morally wrong that it's good at the same time. Looking forward to your next update. Let's see where this story goes and what fucked up sex you bring.

[anushka26]

Trupti ko seduce karaow rahul ke duara sanjeev ke samne..trupti ko sex pill deke jalil karo ki khud girgiray sex ke liye.. beshram banao..

[Sexone]

This story must not be incest under any circumtances, abhay should fuck her infront of her son rahul . It a damm cuckold story. please update

[exbiixossip2]

humse kuch bhool ho gayi to hame mafi dai do..

next update come soon....

[Shiva reddy]

Abhay bull conquer amma tripti and crying jealous rahul . Superb cuckold amma .please update

[Joker44]

Ghar ki khamoshi mein raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya tha. Sanjeev ne thodi si whiskey pi rakhi thi, jiske asar se uski aankhon mein Trupti ke liye barson purana wahi pyaar aur ek halki si hawas chamak rahi thi. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya aur dheere se Trupti ke paas aaya, jo us emerald green silk dress mein kisi jawan apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.


Sanjeev ne Trupti ko peeche se pakda aur uski gardan par apne thande hoth rakh diye. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Wo koshish kar rahi thi ki wo Sanjeev ke is sparsh (touch) ko mehsoos kare, par jaise hi Sanjeev ne use chooma, Trupti ke dimaag mein Goa ki wo beach aur Abhay ka wo wehshi chehra ghoom gaya.
"Trupti... maine tumhe itna miss kiya ki bata nahi sakta," Sanjeev ne fusfusate hue use apni taraf ghumaya aur uske hothon par ek lamba, naram kiss kiya.


Trupti kiss ka jawab toh de rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein ek 'internal monologue' chal raha tha: 'Sanjeev bohot pyaar se chhu raha hai... par isme wo bijli nahi hai. Abhay ki jeebh jab mere muh mein hoti thi, toh lagta tha pura jism jal jayega. Sanjeev ka kiss... ye toh sirf ek purani aadat jaisa hai.'
Sanjeev ne dheere se Trupti ko bed par lita diya. Usne ek-ek karke Trupti ki dress ke hooks kholne shuru kiye. Silk ka wo thanda kapda jab Trupti ke nange jism se niche sarka, toh Sanjeev ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, gudaaz boobs black lace bra mein qaid the, jo upar ki taraf chhalak rahe the. Sanjeev ne apne haath un gore pahaadon par rakhe aur unhe halke se dabane laga.


"Ahhh... Sanjeev..." Trupti ne ek siskaari li.
Ye siskaari aadhi sach thi aur aadhi jhooth. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab uske maans ko sehla rahi thin, toh 42 saal ki Trupti ka jism, jo pichle kuch dinon se sexualy bohot active raha tha, wo react karne laga. Par dimaag abhi bhi compare kar raha tha—'Abhay ne jab mujhe pakda tha, toh usne mere boobs ko noch liya tha... usne bra utaarne ka intezar nahi kiya tha. Sanjeev itna sambhal kar chhu raha hai jaise main kaanch ki bani hoon. Mujhe wo roughness chahiye... mujhe wo mardana aag chahiye.'
Sanjeev dheere-dheere niche sarka. Usne Trupti ki gardan, uske kaan ke peeche aur uski cleavage par naram kisses kiye. Usne Trupti ki bra ke strap ko neeche giraya aur uske ek bhari boob ko bahar nikaal kar use kisi pyaase ki tarah choosna (sucking) shuru kiya.
"Mmmhhhh... tum kitni meethi ho Trupti... so good," Sanjeev ne madhoshi mein kaha.
Trupti ne apne haath Sanjeev ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uski peeth ko sehlaane lagi. Use yaad aaya Goa ka wo boob-fuck, jab Abhay ne apna garm aur lamba lund uski chhatiyon ke beech ragda tha aur uske chehre par apna cum chhod diya tha. Us flashback ne Trupti ke jism mein ek achanak garmi (heat) paida kar di. Uska seena haanfne laga aur uski yoni (pussy) mein ek geelapan (wetness) mehsoos hone laga.
Sanjeev ka haath aahista se Trupti ki silk dress ke niche gaya. Usne dekha ki Trupti ne wahi geeli black thong pehni hui hai. Sanjeev ne panty ke upar se hi Trupti ki chut ke ubhaar ko sehlaana shuru kiya.
"Ahhhhh... ssssss..." Trupti ab sach mein garam ho rahi thi. Akhir wo bhi ek aurat thi aur Sanjeev uska pati tha, bohot dinon baad wo kisi mard ke saath bistar par thi. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab panty ke kapde ko uski clit par ragadne lagin, toh Trupti ki siskaiyan aur gehri ho gayin. Use laga ki shayad aaj raat wo Sanjeev ke saath bhi wo climax mehsoos kar legi.

Sanjeev ne Trupti ki panty ko niche khiskaya aur uski nangi, gili chut ko apni ungliyon se chhua. "Tum toh tayyar ho Trupti... lagta hai tumne bhi mujhe utna hi miss kiya hai," Sanjeev ne ek muskaan ke saath kaha.
Trupti ne apne hothon ko kaata. Wo Sanjeev ko sach nahi bata sakti thi ki ye geelapan uski wajah se nahi, balki Abhay ke khayalon ki wajah se hai. Par wo is waqt thodi satisfaction chahti thi. Usne Sanjeev ko apne aur kareeb kheencha aur uske hothon ko buri tarah choomne lagi, jaise wo apni hawas ko Sanjeev ke zariye nikaalna chahti ho.
Sanjeev ne apni shirt utari aur Trupti ke upar poori tarah haavi hone hi wala tha ki tabhi...
TRING... TRING... TRING...
Sanjeev ka phone side table par cheekhne laga. Sannate mein wo aawaaz kisi talwar ki tarah chubhi. Sanjeev ne use ignore karne ki koshish ki, par phone lagataar baj raha tha.
"Sanjeev... dekh lo, shayad kuch important ho," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha.
Sanjeev ne gusse mein phone uthaya, par screen par naam dekhte hi uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. "Oh shit! Ye India office se hai... hamare south region ke warehouse mein shayad koi major fire ya structural issue hua hai. Bohot bada loss ho sakta hai."
Sanjeev ne call uthayi. Wo bed se uthkar kamre mein chakkar kaatne laga. "Kya? Kab hua? Main abhi aata hoon... reach me the details on mail."
Usne phone rakha aur Trupti ki taraf ek maafi bhari nazar se dekha. Trupti bed par nangi leti thi, uska jism abhi bhi hawas ki aanch mein tap raha tha.


"Trupti... I'm so sorry. Mujhe abhi office nikalna hoga. Ye bohot badi emergency hai, agar main abhi control nahi kiya toh crores ka nuksan ho jayega. Please try to understand," Sanjeev ne jaldi-jaldi apni shirt pehnte hue kaha.
Trupti ne ek gehri saans li. Use bura toh laga, par ek taraf se use rahat bhi mehsoos hui ki use Sanjeev ke saath wo 'acting' poori nahi karni padi. Usne ek pheeki muskaan di aur sheet se apna badan dhak liya.
"It's okay Sanjeev. Kaam pehle hai. Jao tum, dhyan rakhna," Trupti ne naram aawaz mein kaha.
Sanjeev ne jhuk kar uske maathe ko chooma. "You are the best wife. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, I promise. Kal hum ise finish karenge."
Sanjeev kamre se nikal gaya. Darwaza band hone ki aawaaz aayi aur Trupti us khali kamre mein akeli reh gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha, uski chut abhi bhi gili thi. Usne chhat ki taraf dekha aur use phir se wahi Goa ki raat yaad aane lagi.
'Sanjeev chala gaya... hamesha ki tarah uska kaam pehle aata hai,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha. 'Agar Abhay hota, toh wo aag lagne par bhi mujhe chhod kar nahi jata. Wo mujhe tab tak nahi chhodta jab tak mera jism shant na ho jaye.'
Trupti ne apna haath dheere se apni nangi chhati par rakha aur apni aankhein band kar lin. Usne khud ko ungli se shant karne ki koshish ki, par uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi naam tha—Abhay. Sanjeev ka reunion adhoora reh gaya tha, aur Trupti ki hawas ne ab ek naya aur khatarnak rukh mod liya tha. Usne phone uthaya aur andhere mein Abhay ka purana message khola, uski photo dekh kar wo khud ko Abhay ke naam par tadpane lagi. Goa ki aag ab uske bedroom tak pahunch chuki thi.


Sanjeev ke jaate hi kamre mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi thi, par Trupti ke jism ke andar ek toofan uthal-puthal macha raha tha. Wo bed par nangi leti thi, silk ki chadar uske garm badan se chipak rahi thi. Sanjeev ke hothon ka sparsh abhi bhi uski gardan par tha, par uski rooh Goa ke us beach par Abhay ke niche dabi hui thi.
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein kisi film ki tarah Goa ka wo manzar chalne laga—Abhay ka wo mota aur sakht lund uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ke beech ragad raha tha... uska wo wehshi chehra jab usne Trupti ke chehre par apna garm cum chhoda tha. Us khayal ne Trupti ki yoni mein ek jordaar tish (throb) paida kar di. Usne kaanpte hue haathon se apne ek boob ko pakda aur use masalne lagi, bilkul waise hi jaise Abhay ne kiya tha. Uska doosra haath dheere se niche gaya aur usne apni gili chut ki darar par apni ungli rakhi.
"Ahhh... Abhay... mmmhhh..." Trupti ke muh se siskaari nikal gayi. Wo tezi se khud ko ungli karne lagi, uske dimaag mein wo squirting wala climax ghoom raha tha. 



Par jaise hi wo jhadne wali thi, achanak use apne bedroom ki deewar par lagi Sanjeev ki tasveer dikhi.

Trupti ek jhatke mein ruk gayi. Usne apna haath hataya, uska seena haanf raha tha. 'Main ye kya kar rahi hoon? Apne pati ke bed par kisi aur mard ke naam par khud ko chhu rahi hoon? Itna ginauna pan?' Guilt ke ek jhatke ne uski saari garmi ko thanda kar diya. Usne jaldi se bedsheet se apna jism dhaka aur rone lagi.
Darwaze ke bahar, andhere corridor mein, Rahul khada tha. Usne Trupti ki wo bhari saansein aur 'Abhay' ka naam saaf suna tha. Uske hothon par ek zehreli muskaan aayi. 'Tadap rahi ho na Maa? Abhay chala gaya aur Sanjeev ne beech raste chhod diya. Ab tum sirf mere jaal mein phansogi.'
Trupti ko ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne ek patla sa satin robe pehna aur taazi hawa ke liye balcony mein aa gayi. Raat ki thandi hawa uske garm jism se takraayi, par uske dimaag ki aag shant nahi ho rahi thi.
"Neend nahi aa rahi?" Ek achanak aayi aawaz ne Trupti ko dara diya.
Usne mud kar dekha, Rahul railing ke paas khada tha, moon-light mein uska muscular jism chamak raha tha. Trupti ne apni robe ki dori kaskar baandh li.
"Rahul? Tu abhi tak jaga hai?" Trupti ne apni aawaz sambhalti hui pucha.
"Kaise sota Maa... sorry, Trupti," Rahul ne dhire se kaha, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb si humdardi thi. "Maine dekha Papa office chale gaye. Aapka chehra dekh kar lag raha hai ki aap bohot akela mehsoos kar rahi hain."
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Is ghar mein sirf Rahul hi tha jo use bina judge kiye samajh raha tha. Wo dhire-dheere khulne lagi. "Rahul... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya karoon. Sanjeev bohot achhe hain, par... par wo mujhe wo khushi nahi de pa rahe jo mujhe chahiye. Goa mein jo hua, uske baad mujhe lag raha hai ki main badal gayi hoon. Mujhe dar lagta hai ki main ek buri aurat ban gayi hoon."

Rahul ne ek kadam aage badhaya aur Trupti ke bilkul paas khada ho gaya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha—wo ek manipulative shaitaan tha.
"Aap buri nahi hain," Rahul ne bohot naram aawaz mein kaha. "Aap bas ek jawan aurat hain jisne saari umar doosron ke liye qurbani di hai. Abhay ne aapko sirf wahi dikhaya jo aapka haq hai. Papa apni jagah sahi hain, par wo aapki is aag ko nahi samajhte. Main aapka beta hoon, par isse pehle main aapka sabse bada dost hoon. Main hamesha aapke saath hoon, chahe aap jo bhi karein."
Trupti ko laga jaise use koi farishta mil gaya ho. Use garv mehsoos hua ki uska 'chota bhai' jaisa beta use itna support kar raha hai, use ek nayi zindagi jeene ka mauka de raha hai. Usne emotional hokar Rahul ko gale laga liya.
"Thank you Rahul... tum nahi jaante tum mere liye kya ho," Trupti ne kaha aur uske seene se lag gayi.


Us hug mein Trupti bhool gayi ki usne robe ke niche sirf ek patli bra pehni hai. Uske 38-inch ke naram aur bhari boobs Rahul ke nange seene se buri tarah dab gaye. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Trupti ke nipples uski bra ke kapde ko cheerti hui uske seene par chubh rahi hain. Rahul ka sharir turant react kar gaya. Uske cotton shorts ke andar uska 6-inch ka lund lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht hokar khada ho gaya aur seedha Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse se takraya.
Trupti ko wo sakhti mehsoos hui. Uska dimaag kamzor pad chuka tha, wo emotional thi. Usne dekha ki Rahul use kitni intensity se dekh raha hai.
"Rahul... tumhara ye..." Trupti ne haklaate hue kaha, par usne hug nahi toda.


"Ye aapki khoobsurati ka asar hai Trupti," Rahul ne fusfusate hue uski kamar aur kaskar pakad li. "Main mard hoon, aur mere saamne duniya ki sabse sexy aurat khadi hai. Aapko darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main aapka protector hoon."
Trupti us manipulative jaal mein poori tarah phans chuki thi. Use Rahul ke sparsh mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur thrill milne laga. Sanjeev ghar se bahar tha, Abhay yaadon mein tha, aur uska apna beta uski hawas aur uski aazaadi ka sabse bada saathi ban kar uske samne khada tha. Raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya, aur Trupti ki saansein ek baar phir bhari hone lagin.
Balcony ki thandi hawa mein Trupti ne dheere se khud ko Rahul ki baahon se alag kiya. Uske chehre par sharam aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Rahul ka wo sakht 6-inch ka ubhaar uske pet par abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha, jisse Trupti ki saansein ukhdi hui thin. Ek pal ke liye mahol mein thodi awkwardness (ajeeb-pan) aa gayi, par Rahul ne turant situation ko sambhal liya.

"Trupti... itni thand hai aur Papa bhi chale gaye hain," Rahul ne ek doston wali smile ke saath kaha. "Kyun na hum thodi whisky enjoy karein? Aapka stress bhi kam hoga aur neend bhi bohot achi aayegi."
Trupti ne pehle thoda hichkichate hue mana kiya, "Nahi Rahul... ghar par Sanjeev ke bina akele peena... theek nahi lagta."
Par Rahul ne uska haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya, "Arre, main hoon na? Maine kaha na, aaj aap meri dost ho, meri Maa nahi. Come on, let's celebrate your new freedom."
Trupti apne ekloute bete ko mana nahi kar payi. Dono hall mein bane mehangey liquor cabinet ke paas pahunche. Rahul ne do crystal glasses nikaale aur dhire-dheere whisky pour karne laga. Trupti wahi stool par baithi thi, uska satin robe halke se sarak gaya tha jisse uski gori, maansal jaanghein aur uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ka upper curve saaf jhalak raha tha.


Rahul ne glass Trupti ki taraf badhaya aur halke se uski ungliyon ko chhua. "Waise ek baat bolun? Beach par aap us black bikini mein kisi atom bomb se kam nahi lag rahi thin. Pura beach aapko ghoor raha tha, par aap sirf Abhay ke liye matak rahi thin."
Trupti ne nasheeli hansi haste hue apna sar jhatka. "Badmaash! Tu apni Maa ko bomb bol raha hai?"
"Maine kaha na, aaj aap sirf Trupti hain," Rahul ne aankh maarte hue kaha aur apni drink ka sip liya. "Batao na... Abhay ke saath kaisa feel hota hai? I mean, wo itna jawan hai... kya wo Papa se zyada passionate hai?"
Trupti ne whisky ka ek bada ghoont bhara. Alcohol ki garmi ne uske dimaag ke parde dhile kar diye. Wo dhire-dheere Abhay ke baare mein khulne lagi. "Rahul... wo ek addiction hai. Jab wo mujhe chhuta hai, toh lagta hai pura jism pighal jayega. Uski wo mardana aag... uska wo roughness... mujhe aisa feel karata hai jaise main sach mein 20 saal ki hoon. Wo mujhe itni buri tarah se desire karta hai ki main sab bhool jati hoon."
Rahul ye sun kar andar hi andar jalan se jal raha tha, par Trupti ke hothon se ye gandi baatein sun kar uska apna lund underwear mein kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah phatne ko taiyaar tha. Wo Trupti ko aur bhi zyada kholna chahta tha.
Trupti thoda aur distract hui toh Rahul ne mauka dekha. Usne table ke neeche se wahi choti si bottle nikaali jo unhone election ke waqt Vikki ke liye use ki thi—wahi 'Knockout Drug'. Rahul ne bohot hi safai se Trupti ke glass mein us drug ki ek bhari dose mila di. Ye dose itni thi ki Trupti poori tarah behosh ho jayegi aur use agle din kuch bhi yaad nahi rahega.
"Ye lijiye, ek aur drink... it's a special mix," Rahul ne bohot hi naram aawaz mein glass Trupti ke haath mein pakdaya.
Trupti ab nashe mein jhoom rahi thi. Usne glass liya aur dhire-dheere peena shuru kiya. "Rahul... tu kitna acha hai. Kaash Sanjeev bhi teri tarah mujhe samajh paate."
Jaise-jaise wo peeti gayi, drug apna asar dikhane laga. Trupti ki aankhein bhari hone lagin. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si madhoshi chha gayi. "Rahul... mujhe... mujhe thoda chakkar aa raha hai... dhoondhla dikh raha hai..."
Trupti ka sar ek taraf ludhakne laga. Uska satin robe uske nange kandhon se poori tarah sarak gaya, jisse uski black lace bra aur uske bhari, doodhiya boobs poori tarah expose ho gaye. Wo stool par dagmagane lagi.

Rahul ne aage badhkar use girne se bachaya aur use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Trupti ka garm, naram aur maansal jism ab poori tarah be-jan hokar Rahul ke hawale tha. Uska 42 saal ka jism haanf raha tha, aur uski saansein dhire-dheere dhimi hone lagin.


Rahul ne Trupti ke tamtamaye hue laal chehre ko dekha aur uske hothon par ek khaufnaak, shaitani muskaan aayi.
"Ab aayega asli maza, meri 'College Girl' Maa," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Abhay ne toh sirf aapka jism chhuna hai... par aaj raat main wo sab karunga jiske baad aap sirf meri ho jayengi. Aur aapko kuch yaad bhi nahi rahega."
Rahul ne Trupti ko apni mazboot baahon mein uthaya. Trupti ka sar uske kandhe par ludhka hua tha. Rahul ne use seedha bedroom ki taraf le jana shuru kiya. Raat ka sannata aur us ghar ki deewarein aaj ek aise gunehgaar sach ki gawah banne wali thin, jise Trupti sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakti thi. Mastermind Rahul ka aakhri khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.

[Joker44]

Rahul ne Trupti ko aahista se bed par lita diya. Kamre mein sirf ek dim night-lamp jal raha tha, jiski sunehri roshni Trupti ke gore aur maansal jism par kisi nashiile saaye ki tarah pad rahi thi. Trupti poori tarah behosh thi, uski saansein bhari aur dhimi thin, aur uske hoth halke se khule hue the. Drug ne use ek aisi duniya mein bhej diya tha jahan wo hosh mein toh thi, par uske jism par uska koi kabza nahi tha.


Rahul bed ke kinare khada hokar apni 'College Girl' Maa ko dekh raha tha. Usne Trupti ke robe ki dori kholi aur use dono taraf se hatakar phenk diya. Ab Trupti sirf apni black lace bra aur thong panty mein thi. Uska 42 saal ka gudaaz jism kisi parosi hui dawat ki tarah Rahul ke samne nanga tha. Uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan bra se bahar nikalne ko betaab thin aur uski gori jaanghein andhere mein chamak rahi thin.
'Kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho aap,' Rahul ne apne danton ko bhichkar socha. Uska 6-inch ka lund uske underwear ko phaadne par aamada tha. 'Is jism ko Abhay ne nocha hai... ispe usne apna cum nikaala hai.' Ye khayal aate hi Rahul ka gussa aur uski hawas ek saath phatne lagi.
Usne apna garm haath aage badhaya aur Trupti ke sar se hote hue niche uski panty ke ubhaar par le gaya. Usne apni ungliyon se uski nangi chut ki darar ko kapde ke upar se hi kaskar masal diya aur ek halki si pinch (chikoti) kaati.


"Nnnngghhh... Ahhh..." Trupti ke muh se behoshi mein ek halki si, garm guraahat (growl) nikal gayi. Uska jism current khakar thoda akad gaya, par wo jaag nahi saki.
Trupti ki us madhosh aawaaz ne Rahul ko aur bhi zyada wehashi bana diya. Usne ab aur intezaar nahi kiya. Usne Trupti ke upar jhukkar uske hothon ko buri tarah smooch karna shuru kiya. Usne apni jeebh Trupti ke be-jaan muh mein ghusa di aur uske saare ras ko nichodne laga. Trupti behoshi mein bhi apne hothon ko halke se hila rahi thi, jaise wo kisi sapne mein ho.
Rahul ke haath ab Trupti ki black bra par aa gaye. Usne ek jhatke mein hooks khole aur us kapde ko hatakar Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, doodhiya boobs ko aazaad kar diya. Jaise hi wo gore pahaad bahar gire, Rahul ki nazar theek us laal nishaan (love bite) par padi jo Abhay ne chhodha tha.
Us nishaan ko dekhkar Rahul ka gussa aag ban gaya. "Ye nishaan main mita dunga Maa... aap sirf meri hain," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.


Usne apna sar niche jhukaya aur Trupti ke ek bhari boob ko apne poore muh mein bhar liya. Usne us naram maans ko kisi bhookhe bache ki tarah choosna (sucking) shuru kiya. Usne apni jeebh se us sakht nipple ko ragda aur phir apne danton se use halke se kaata.
"Ahhhhh... Abhay... mmmhhh... ruko na..." Trupti ne behoshi mein dhire se Abhay ka naam liya.
Usi naam ko sunte hi Rahul ne Trupti ke boob ko itni zor se masla ki Trupti ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. "Abhay nahi Maa... Rahul! Dekhiye aapke saath kaun hai," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya aur doosre boob ko apne muh mein lekar use poori taqat se lick karne laga.
Wo kabhi ek boob ko choosta, toh kabhi doosre ko masalta. Trupti ka jism alcohol aur drug ke asar se poori tarah garm (heat) ho chuka tha. Wo bed par halke-halke jhatke le rahi thi, uski siskaiyan poore kamre mein goonj rahi thin. Rahul uske nange armpits ko chat-te hue wapas uske hothon par aaya aur use be-rahmi se kiss karne laga.


Trupti Khanna, jo kabhi Sanjeev ki wafaadar biwi thi, aaj apne hi ghar mein, apne hi bete ke nichay be-jaan aur nangi leti thi. Rahul ka masterplan poori tarah kaam kar raha tha—wo use wo nasha de raha tha jise wo hamesha ke liye bhool nahi payegi, aur sabse badi baat, use subah kuch yaad bhi nahi rahega. Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko pakda aur use apne aur kareeb kheencha, uski hawas ab aakhri hadd paar karne ko taiyaar thi.

Rahul ne Trupti ki bheege hue black thong panty ke upar apna garm haath rakha aur mehsoos kiya ki wo andar se poori tarah raseeli aur geeli ho chuki hai. Alcohol aur drug ke mishran ne Trupti ke jism ke saare bandh tod diye the. Rahul ne apna 6-inch lamba aur nasein ubhra hua sakht lund apne underwear se bahar nikaala. Uska mann kar raha tha ki abhi isi waqt Trupti ki us garm aur geeli yoni (chut) ko cheerte hue andar ghus jaye.
Par Rahul ne khud ko rok liya. Uske dimaag mein ek alag hi shaitani nasha chal raha tha.
'Nahi... aise nahi,' Rahul ne haanfte hue Trupti ke madhosh chehre ko dekha. 'Aapki chut ko toh main tab phadunga jab aap hosh mein hongi. Jab aapki wo nashiili aankhein meri aankhon mein dekh rahi hongi aur aapko pata chalega ki aapka saga beta aapka mard ban chuka hai. Trupti Khanna ko uski marzi aur hosh mein chodne ka nasha kuch aur hi hoga.'
Par uski hawas ab bardaasht se bahar ho rahi thi. Usne apna lund Trupti ke gore pet se ragaadte hue upar laya aur uske raseele, adhe khule hothon par rakh diya. Trupti ke naram aur garm hothon ki chhuwan se Rahul ke lund mein ek jordaar jhatka laga. Usne apne lund ka topa Trupti ke muh ke andar thoda sa ghusaya, par Trupti poori tarah behosh thi, isliye wo proerly 'mouth-fuck' nahi kar paa raha tha.


Tabhi Rahul ki nazar Trupti ke un 38-inch ke vishal, doodhiya aur nange boobs par padi. Ye wahi gore pahaad the jinpar Abhay ne apna nishaan chhoda tha. Rahul ka gussa aur hawas phir se ubalne lagi.
"Chalo Maa... aaj aapki in chuchiyon ki khair nahi," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.
Usne apne dono haathon se Trupti ke bhari aur maansal boobs ko baahar se kaskar pakda aur unhe beecho-beech ikhattha kar diya. Un do naram pahaadon ke beech ek gehri aur garm ghaati (cleavage) ban gayi. Rahul ne apne lund par thoda sa Trupti ka hi raseela thook (saliva) lagaya aur use seedha un do boobs ke beech ghusa diya.
"Ufffff... jannat!" Rahul ke muh se ek behisab maze bhari siskaari nikal gayi.
Trupti ke gore aur naram maans ka garm touch jaise hi Rahul ke lund ke chaaron taraf lipta, use aisa laga jaise wo kisi garm resham mein utar gaya ho. Rahul ne Trupti ke boobs ko kaskar pakad rakha tha taaki lund par poora grip bana rahe. Usne apni kamar chalani shuru ki aur tezi se 'Boob-Fuck' (paizuri) karne laga.
Slap... Slap... Slap...
Lund ke Trupti ke naram seene par takrane ki gandi aawaazein kamre mein goonjne lagin. Rahul ka lund un do gore pahaadon ke beech tezi se andar-baahar phisal raha tha. Trupti behoshi mein bhi halke-halke jhatke le rahi thi. Uska bhari seena Rahul ke har dhakke ke saath buri tarah bounce kar raha tha.
"Ahhhh... Trupti... aap kitni garm hain... mmmhhh!" Rahul ne apne haath se Trupti ke nipples ko pinch kiya aur apni speed aur tez kar di.


Rahul ko ek ajeeb sa 'power trip' mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne Trupti ke chehre par dekha—wo laal ho chuka tha, uski gardan par paseena chamak raha tha, aur wo 'Abhay-Abhay' badbadana band kar chuki thi. Ab wo sirf Rahul ke dhakkon ki taal par dol rahi thi. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki uske lund ki ragad se Trupti ke boobs ke beech ka maans poori tarah laal aur chikna ho gaya hai.
Rahul ki hawas ab charam par pahunchne wali thi. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko ek haath se thoda piche kheencha aur doosre haath se uske boobs ko aur kaskar dabaya. Uska lund aag ugalne ko taiyaar tha.
"Ye lijiye Maa... apni beauty par mera nishaan lijiye!" Rahul ne ek aakhri jordaar dhakka maara aur uska poora jism akad gaya.
Pichhhhh... Pichhhhh...
Rahul ke lund se garm aur gaadha veerya (cum) nikal kar Trupti ke gore boobs aur uski cleavage par bikharnay laga. Cum ki safed dhaarein Trupti ke seene par kisi nakshae ki tarah phail gayin. Rahul ne haanfte hue apna lund bahar nikala aur use Trupti ke hothon se ponchha. Trupti abhi bhi behosh thi, par uska poora jism uske bete ki hawas se sana hua tha. Rahul ne ek shaitani hasi hasi aur wahi Trupti ke bagal mein let gaya, ye jaante hue ki subah jab wo jagegi, use is nange sach ka zara bhi andaaza nahi hoga.



Rahul ne haanfte hue Trupti ke nange aur paseene se bheege jism ko dekha. Kamre mein faili hawas ki mehak aur Trupti ke gore boobs par bikhra uska safed, gaadha cum dekh kar Rahul ko ek behisab sukoon mila. Par wo jaanta tha ki ye khel abhi khatam nahi hua hai—ye toh bas aane wali tabahi ki ek choti si jhalak thi.
Rahul utha aur bathroom se ek garm gila towel lekar aaya. Usne bohot hi safai se Trupti ke doodhiya boobs aur uski cleavage par se apna sara cum saaf kiya. Usne dhyan rakha ki jism par ek bhi chipchipa nishaan na bache jo subah Sanjeev ke aane par ya Trupti ke khud ke jaagne par koi shak paida kare.
Saaf-safai karne ke baad, Rahul ne bed ke kinare gira hua Trupti ka black lace bra uthaya. Usne Trupti ke be-jaan aur maansal jism ko halke se uthaya aur badi nazaakat se use wo bra wapas pehna di. Hooks lagate waqt usne ek baar phir un bhari chhatiyon ko apne haathon mein bhara aur kaskar masal diya. Trupti behoshi mein halke se karwat badli, par uski neend bohot gehri thi.
Par kamre se bahar nikalne se pehle, Rahul ne apni pocket se phone nikala.
'Ye saboot zaroori hai,' Rahul ne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath socha. Usne night-lamp ki roshni mein Trupti ke un nange boobs ki kuch behad close-up photos li thin jab wo uske cum se sani hui thin. Usne Trupti ke madhosh chehre ke saath apne tappe (cum) ka wo nazara hamesha ke liye apne phone ke ek hidden folder mein qaid kar liya. Ye photos uske liye sirf yaadgaar nahi, balki Trupti ko hamesha ke liye apne niche dabaye rakhne ka sabse bada hathiyar thin.
Jane se pehle, Rahul ek baar phir Trupti ke upar jhuka. Usne Trupti ke raseele hothon par ek aakhri aur behad passionate kiss kiya. Usne apni jeebh Trupti ke muh mein daali aur uske adhe khule hothon ko apne daanton se halke se kaata.

 
"Goodnight, my sweet 'College Girl' Maa," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya aur ek baar zor se uske bra mein qaid boobs ko press kiya.
Rahul dabe paaon kamre se bahar nikal gaya aur darwaza aahista se band kar diya.
Trupti bed par akeli leti rahi, poori tarah anjaan (unaware) ki pichle ek ghante mein uske bete ne uske jism ke saath kya khel khela tha. Uska 42 saal ka jism thaka hua tha, aur drug ke asar se wo ek aisi gehri neend mein thi jahan use sirf dhundhle sapne dikh rahe the—kabhi Abhay ke, toh kabhi kisi anjaan saaye ke jo use noch raha tha.
Subah jab suraj ki pehli kiran kamre mein aayegi aur Sanjeev wapas lautega, toh Trupti ko lagega ki wo raat bhar akeli soyi thi. Use ye kabhi pata nahi chalega ki uski wo 'pavitra' chhatiyan ab uske bete ke gunahon ka nishaan ban chuki hain. Rahul hall mein jaakar so gaya, uske chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali muskaan thi. Goa ka nasha ab khatam ho chuka tha, aur ghar ke andar ek naya, ganda aur incestuous raaz janm le chuka tha.

[Sam.hunter7898]

Story kabhi idhar to kabhi udhar jaa raha he

[Fing fing]

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[Rohan9318]

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[Joker44]

Well, every story needs both a hero and a villain—and in this case, they’re both after the same woman. That’s where the real intrigue begins. Each of them has his own edge: one may have the advantage of blood ties, while the other benefits from emotional closeness and connection. If the heroine were devoted to only one of them from the start, the story would lose its spark. Instead, both men will play every card they have to win her over. Along the way, others may try to claim her too, only to be pushed aside. In the end, though, it will be the righteous one who truly earns her. Let’s see how it all unfolds.

[Aman34]

Rahul ke wife banao bhai majja aa jayega