Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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[Ankita b]

This story need immediate update !! (waiting for more humiliation of cucks with intense sex )

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with hot to hot abhay, Rahul with seduce Trupty hot pics and gifs.

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Writer ka to dimag kharab kardiya kuch logone,, cock story bol bol ke
Hala ki unhone kahibhi nahi kaha he ki ye cockson story he

Unko unke hisab se likhne hi nahi derehe

[Ankita b]

Next update please..

Story is super unique,it has pinch of both pain and pleasure.Rahul will definetly lose his mom tripti in hand of hot abhay.A sense of betray from his own mother make it even more classic and out of this world.

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Bhai update kab tak aayega

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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.

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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.

Buddy keep these rivalry going on... Keep Rahuls character strong....ek tarah Trupti kon bhi realise karana Rahul kaa dard....Kaise usne Rahul kaa haq Abhay kon diya... Pyar aur Emotions kaa mila jula tadaka dikhana.... Buddy tum Kriti aur Trupti ka conversation dikhana.... Kriti Trupti kon realise karen....ki Rahul ussen pyar karta hai....aur hamesha ajeeb tarah sen dekhata hai....

[Fing fing]

Superb update,remember pain is pleasure.waiting for upcoming update !!

Rahul may be strong but pain of losing mom to someone stronger hit's different

[Erotica erotica]

update bhai...

[exbiixossip2]

hi bro... update to mast tha lekin apse jo ummeed thi wo adhoori rah gayi..

readers abhi abay or trupti ka romance or sex dekhna chahte the aap kuch updates me kewal rahul or keerti ka hi baar baar sex dikha rahe hai jisme kisi ko utna interest nahi hai...

jyada se jyada dance practice ke baad Abhay or Trupti ka sex karwao brother tab maza ayega.. collage girl ka....

with hot pics and gifs .. itne din se is update ka wait nahin kiya tha... so sorry bro... agar bura laga ho to...

[arin736]

Super update. Next update plz, jaldi de do.

[Rinkp219]

Fantastic update Bhai

[Joker44]

College Fest ka pehla din kisi sapne jaisa shuru hua. Poora campus rang-birangi lights, banners aur phoolon se saja hua tha. Hawa mein popcorn, mitti ki sondhi khushboo aur loudspeaker par bajte halke music ka ek ajab sa nasha tha. Trupti aur Abhay, jo officially President aur Vice-President ki zimmedari nibha rahe the, subah se hi bhag-daur mein lage hue the.

Trupti ne aaj ek peele rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska sleeveless blouse uski gori peeth aur kandhon ko poori tarah nanga chhod raha tha. Usne apne baal ek side par kiye hue the, jisse uski gardan ka wo hickey wala nishaan ab halka pad chuka tha, par uski jagah ek nayi chamak uske chehre par thi.
"Trupti! Ye stage ke piche wala curtain sahi se lagao," Abhay ne door se chilla kar kaha, par uski aankhein sirf Trupti ke chalte hue badan par tiki thin.
Trupti kursi par chadh kar parda theek karne ki koshish karne lagi. Uska haath upar tha, jisse uski saree ka pallu thoda sarak gaya aur uski patli kamar ki gori chamak dhoop mein chamakne lagi. Achanak, uska pair thoda ladkhadaya.
"Ahhh!" Trupti ne ek dabi hui cheekh nikaali, par girne se pehle hi do muscular haathon ne use kamar se pakad kar neeche utaar liya.


Abhay ne use apni baahon mein hi rakha, unke chehre ek-dusre se mahaz kuch inch ki doori par the. "Maine kaha tha na, girne nahi dunga," Abhay ne dheere se uske kaan mein fusfusaya.
Trupti ne sharmate hue uska seena dhakela. "Abhay... sab dekh rahe hain. Chhodo mujhe."
"Dekhne do. Aaj sabko pata chalne wala hai ki is fest ki asli rounak kaun hai," Abhay ne uski naak ko chhua aur ek shaitani muskaan di.
Dono milkar auditorium ka decoration check karne lage. Kabhi Abhay jan-bhoojh kar Trupti se takrata, toh kabhi files pakdate waqt uski ungliyan Trupti ki hatheliyon ko sehla deti. Ek pal ke liye, jab wo dono back-stage akele the, Abhay ne Trupti ko ek khambe se sata diya aur uske maathe par ek lamba, sukoon bhara chumban (kiss) kiya.
"Tumhe pata hai Trupti? Aaj jab main tumhe is saree mein dekh raha hoon, mujhe lag raha hai ki main duniya ka sabse khush-kismat mard hoon," Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha.
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo itni khush thi, itni 'alive' mehsoos kar rahi thi, par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein Sanjeev ka chehra kisi parchaayi ki tarah mandra raha tha. Sanjeev ka wo chup-chap wala pyaar aur Abhay ka ye jazbaati toofan.
'Kya main sach mein is mard ke saath apni zindagi bita sakti hoon?' Trupti ne socha, jab wo Abhay ko dusre volunteers ko instructions dete hue dekh rahi thi. 'Is fest ke baad... mujhe chunna hoga. Ya toh main Sanjeev ki wahi thaki hui biwi ban kar wapas chali jaun, ya phir Abhay ka ye 'home' ban jaun jiska usne kal waada kiya tha. Par kya ye rishta meri asliyat ke bojh ko sambhal payega?'
Abhay ne palat kar use dekha aur ek flying kiss uchhala. Trupti ne hawa mein use pakad kar apne dil se laga liya. Is waqt, wo sab bhool jana chahti thi—Rahul ka gussa, Sanjeev ka intezar, aur apni umar ka jhooth. Wo bas is 'Touchy-Feely' ehsaas mein behna chahti thi.


Udhar, bheed mein Rahul aur Kriti bhi maujood the. Kriti ne dekha ki Trupti aur Abhay kitne khush lag rahe hain. Usne Rahul ka haath pakda, par Rahul ka jism patthar ki tarah sakht tha. Uski aankhein Trupti ki har muskaan ko 'record' kar rahi thin.
"Dekho na Rahul, kitne pyaare lag rahe hain dono," Kriti ne dhire se kaha.
Rahul ne ek krur (cruel) muskaan di. "Haan Kriti... bohot pyaare. Par tumhe pata hai na, sabse haseen sapne hi sabse buri tarah toot-te hain. Bas thoda intezar aur."
Trupti ko laga ki ye fest uski zindagi ki nayi shuruat hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki ye meethi aur romantic dopahar sirf us bhayanak toofan se pehle ki khamoshi hai, jo Rahul ne fest ki 'Grand Opening' ke liye bachakar rakha hai.

College Fest ki 'Grand Opening' ka waqt kareeb aa raha tha. Poore campus mein ek bhayanak uttejna thi, par auditorium ke backstage wale 'Dress Fitting' area mein ek alag hi nasha ghula hua tha. Trupti ko aaj ke fashion show ke liye 'Showstopper' banna tha, aur uske liye ek emerald green silk ki backless dress chuni gayi thi.
Trupti changing room ke parde ke peeche gayi. Silk ka wo thanda kapda uske garam jism se takraya toh uski ek siskaari nikal gayi. Usne apni saari utari aur wo dress pehnne lagi. Emerald green rang uske doodhiya badan par kisi gehri ghaati ki tarah khil raha hai. Dress peeche se poori tarah khuli thi, sirf do patli doriyaan thin jo uske bhari badan ko sambhale hue thin.
Abhay bahar intezar kar raha tha, par usse bardaasht nahi hua. Usne dhire se parda thoda sa sarkaaya.


"Trupti... ho gaya?" uski aawaz bhari thi.
Trupti ne aaine mein dekha aur palat gayi. Parda aadha khula (half-open) tha. Abhay ki saansein wahi ruk gayin. Trupti us haryali (green) silk mein kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Uske 38-inch ke boobs ka ubhaar us tight kapde mein se saaf jhalak raha tha aur uski nangi peeth chandni ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Tum... tum kamaal lag rahi ho," Abhay ne andar dakhil hote hue kaha aur parda poori tarah band kar diya. "You look like my future, Trupti. Main jab apni aankhein band karta hoon, toh tumhe isi tarah apni dulhan ke roop mein dekhta hoon."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. 'Future'... ye shabd use jitna sukoon deta tha, utna hi darata bhi tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan sirf aur sirf deewangi thi. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki wo Sanjeev ki biwi nahi, balki ek jawan ladki hai jo apne mard ki nazron mein khud ko nilaam hota dekh rahi hai.
"Abhay, hum yahan... koi aa jayega," Trupti ne kamzor aawaz mein kaha, par uske jism ne Abhay ko apne paas bulaya.
Abhay ne aage badhkar Trupti ki nangi peeth par apne garam haath rakhe. Trupti ne aankhein band kar lin. Abhay ne uske kandhe se baalon ko hataya aur uske gardan ke us purane nishaan ko dhire se chaata. Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li aur peeche mudkar Abhay ke gale mein apni baazuun daal din.
Dono ke hoth ek-dusre se takra gaye. Ye kiss kisi pyaase ki talap jaisa tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke nichle hoth ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaaya aur use sucking aur licking se poori tarah bhigo diya. Trupti ne Abhay ki jeebh ko apne muh mein lekar use zor se suck kiya. Unki laar (saliva) ek ho chuki thi aur backroom ke us band kone mein sirf unki bhari saanson ka shor tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ko aage kheenchkar uske bhari boobs ko apne chaudey seene se kaskar daboch liya. Emerald silk ka wo kapda unke beech ek patli deewar ki tarah tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke chehre ko choomte hue uske gaalon aur thodi (chin) ko licking se geela kar diya.


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"Main tumhe abhi isi waqt apna banana chahta hoon," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.
Trupti madhosh ho rahi thi. Uska guilt uski hawas ke aage dher ho chuka tha. Usne Abhay ke baalon ko kaskar pakda aur use aur gehra kiss karne lagi. Us pal mein, wo bhool gayi ki bahar fest shuru hone wala hai, wo bhool gayi ki wo ek Maa hai. Wo bas is jawan mard ke 'Future' ke khwaab mein doob jana chahti thi.

Backstage ke us chote se dressing area mein emerald green silk ki chamak aur jismon ki garmi ne ek naseela mahol paida kar diya tha. Trupti ki saansein tez thi, aur uski aankhon mein ek aisi 'heat' thi jo usne saalon se mehsoos nahi ki thi. Abhay ne use piche ki deewar se sata diya, unke hoth ek-dusre par bhookhe janwaron ki tarah toot pade.
Ye koi mamuli chumban nahi tha; ye ek dusre ke muh ko 'khana' (eating each other's mouth) tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke upar wale hoth ko apne daanton mein dabaya aur use itni shiddat se suck kiya ki Trupti ke pair kanpne lage. Trupti ne apni jeebh Abhay ke muh mein daal di, dono ki laar (saliva) milkar ek geela aur ganda shor kar rahi thi. Wo ek-dusre ke ras ko aise pee rahe the jaise unki zindagi isi par tiki ho. Abhay ne Trupti ki thodi (chin) ko chaata aur phir wapas uske hothon ko licking aur sucking se poori tarah bhigo diya.
Trupti madhosh ho chuki thi. 

Uska jism Abhay ki mardana mahak aur uske sakht hathiyar ke sparsh se tap raha tha. Abhay ne dhire se Trupti ki emerald dress ki ek side ki dori sarka di. Silk ka wo kapda niche gira aur Trupti ka ek bhari, doodhiya 38-inch ka boob poori tarah bahar aa gaya. Usne bra nahi pehni thi. Uska gulabi aur ksa hua nipple dhoop ki roshni mein chamak raha tha jo piche ke aadhe khule darwaze se chhan kar aa rahi thi.
"Abhay... ruk jao... piche ka darwaza thoda khula hai... koi pakad lega," Trupti ne haanfte hue kamzor aawaz mein kaha, par usne use hataya nahi.
"Mujhe parwah nahi hai... mujhe sirf tum chahiye," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan sirf hawas aur samarpan tha.
Abhay ne apna sir niche kiya aur Trupti ke us bhari boob ko apne muh mein bhar liya.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...


Usne Trupti ke naram maans ko itni gehrai se suck karna shuru kiya ki Trupti ne ek dard-bhari par mazeddar siskaari li. Abhay ne apne daanton se uske nipple ko halka sa kaata aur phir use apni jeebh se circular motion mein chatne laga.
"Ahhh... sssss... Abhayyy!" Trupti ne apna sir piche deewar par tika diya, uski mutthi Abhay ke baalon mein kaskar phans gayi.
Abhay ne dusre boob ko apne haath mein liya aur use kaskar masalne (pinching) laga. Wo ek boob ko suck kar raha tha aur dusre ke nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kar raha tha. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uski yoni (pussy) se ek garam dhaar beh rahi hai; wo poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Backdoor ke baahar se logon ke chalne ki aawaazein aa rahi thin, par ye 'risk' unhe aur bhi zyada uttejit (arouse) kar raha tha.
Abhay ne boob se muh hataya, wahan uske thook ki chamak aur nishaan saaf dikh rahe the. Usne Trupti ko kaskar hug kiya, uske nange seene ko apne chaudey seene se ragda. Dono ki saansein itni tez thin ki poore room mein unki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Fest ka music shuru ho chuka tha, par Trupti ke liye asli 'Grand Opening' Abhay ki baahon mein ho chuki thi.

Backstage ke us chote se dressing area mein hawa ab garmi se bhari hui thi. Emerald green silk ki wo mehngi dress ab Trupti ke jism par sirf ek kapda nahi, balki uski badalti hui shaksiyat ka gawah ban chuki thi. Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon se apne hoth hataye, dono ki saansein ek-dusre ki gardan par garam aag ki tarah lag rahi thin.
Abhay ka haath dhire-dhire niche sarka. Usne Trupti ki silk dress ko uski jaanghon (thighs) se upar kheencha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uski jaanghon ke beech ek aisi nami (wetness) hai jo uske control se bahar ho chuki thi. 



Jaise hi Abhay ki ungliyan uski lace panty ke upar tiki, Trupti ke muh se ek behad naram aur kaanpti hui siskaari nikli.

"Ahhh... Abhay... no..." Trupti ne kamzor awaaz mein kaha, par uske jism ne Abhay ke haath ko aur kaskar apne kareeb khincha.
Abhay ne panty ke upar se hi uski chut (pussy) ko rub karna shuru kiya. Wo apni ungliyon ko panty ki lines aur us kase hue kapde par bade hi naram par kashish bhare andaaz mein ghuma raha tha. Trupti ka poora badan thar-thara raha tha. Aaj tak usne Sanjeev ke alawa kisi ko is hadd tak jaane ki ijazat nahi di thi, par aaj backstage ka ye 'thrill', wo aadha khula darwaza aur Abhay ki jawan mardangi ne uske saare asool dher kar diye the.
"Trupti... kya main?" Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha, uski awaaz mein ek sawaal tha par uske badan mein ek zid.
Trupti ne ek baar piche mudkar us aadhe khule darwaze ko dekha jahan se college ke volunteers ki bhag-daur ki awaazein aa rahi thin. Koi bhi kabhi bhi andar aa sakta tha. Par uski 'heat' aur uski talap ne darr ko piche chhod diya. Usne dhire se apni gardan haan mein hila di (noded).

Abhay ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye, panty ko ek taraf sarkaaya aur apni ungliyan Trupti ki gili aur garam darar (pussy) ke andar dakhil kar din.
"OHHHH... FUCK... ABHAYYY!" Trupti ki ek behad bhari aur dard-bhari siskaari kamre mein goonj gayi.


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Ye ehsaas Sanjeev se bilkul alag tha. Abhay ki ungliyon ki garmi aur unka 'texture' Trupti ki rooh tak utar gaya. Pehli baar Sanjeev ke alawa kisi mard ne uski is sabse narm jagah ko chhua tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut se nikalne wala garam paani Abhay ki ungliyon ko bhigo raha hai.
Abhay ne dhire-dhire apni ungliyan andar-bahar move karna shuru kiya. Usne Trupti ke 'clit' ko apne angoothe se bade hi naram andaaz mein rub kiya, jisse Trupti ka jism dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya. Usne Abhay ke muscular kandhon ko apne nakhunon se noch liya.
"Mmmhhhh... yes... Abhay... wahi par... sssss!" Trupti madhosh ho chuki thi. Uski aankhein band thin aur wo sirf us naye aur anokhe mazze mein doobi hui thi.
Abhay ki ungliyan ab aur bhi tezi se chalne lagin. Wo Trupti ki gehraiyon ko naap raha tha, uski 'wetness' aur uski 'hotness' ka lutf le raha tha. Trupti ki 'Grand Opening' ab stage par nahi, balki is andhere dressing room mein ho rahi thi, jahan har jhatke ke saath wo apne ateet (past) ko bhool kar Abhay ke 'future' mein dhal rahi thi.

Backstage ke us tang dressing room mein waqt jaise thak gaya tha. Music ki door se aati 'thump-thump' Trupti ke dil ki dhadkanon se mil chuki thi. Abhay ki ungliyan Trupti ki garam aur gili yoni ke andar kisi naye saaz (instrument) ki tarah khel rahi thin. Wo pehle dhire-dhire use 'tease' kar raha tha, kabhi uski narm deewaron ko sahlaata, toh kabhi achanak thoda gehra utar jata.
Trupti apni nichle hoth ko apne daanton se daba rahi thi, par uski siskaariyan bardaasht se bahar ho rahi thin. Abhay ne aage badhkar uske hothon ko phir se apne kabze mein le liya. Ye ek behad 'passionate' kiss tha. Dono ek-dusre ki saansein aur laar (saliva) aise pee rahe the jaise ye unka aakhri nasha ho. Trupti poori tarah 'heat' mein thi, uska jism Abhay ki ungliyon ki har movement par kisi nagin ki tarah bal-kha raha tha (dancing on his fingers).


"Ahhh... mmm... Abhay... aur..." Trupti ne kiss ke beech mein hi fusfusaya.
Abhay ne ab raftaar badha di. Uska haath ab ek wehshi raftaar se chalne laga.
Squish... squelch... squish...
Andhere kamre mein Trupti ki gili yoni aur Abhay ki ungliyon ke takrane ki wo gandi aur raseeli aawazein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Abhay ab fast, fast, aur fast hota gaya. Trupti ki 'moaning' ab cheekhon mein badalne lagi thi. Usne apna sir Abhay ke kandhe par patak diya aur uske jism ko kaskar jhakad liya. Emerald green silk ki dress uski jaanghon ke upar thar-thara rahi thi.
"Main... main gayi... Abhay! OH GOD!" Trupti ka jism achanak se dhanush ki tarah akad gaya.
Uska 'heavy burst' (orgasm) itna bhayanak tha ki uski yoni ki deewaron ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko kaskar nichod liya. Trupti ke muh se ek lambi aur kap-kapaati hui siskaari nikli aur wo poori tarah Abhay ki baahon mein 'collapse' ho gayi. Uska badan paseene se tar-batar tha aur wo itni thak chuki thi ki usse khada bhi nahi hua ja raha tha.
Abhay ne abhi bhi apna haath uski panty ke andar hi rakha hua tha, us naye aur garam ehsaas ko mehsoos karte hue jo abhi-abhi Trupti ke jism se chhuta tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li thin, uska sar Abhay ke seene par tha, aur wo haanf rahi thi.
"Tum theek ho?" Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas dhire se pucha, uski aawaz mein ek jeetne wali chamak thi.
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas Abhay ko aur kaskar pakad liya. Wo jaanti thi ki usne aaj ek aisi lakeer paar kar li hai jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi hai. Emerald dress ab thodi bikhri hui thi, aur Trupti ka 'glow' ab kisi fashion show ki mohtaj nahi thi—wo Abhay ke mardana sparsh se naha chuki thi.
Bahar se announcer ki aawaz aayi, "And now, please welcome our showstoppers... Abhay and Trupti!"
Trupti ne jhatke se aankhein kholin. Uski asliyat ka parda abhi bacha tha, par uski rooh Abhay ke kadmon mein gir chuki thi. Usne apne bikhre hosh samete, dress theek ki, aur Abhay ka haath pakad kar ramp ki taraf badhi, ye anjaan hokar ki uski yoni mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ka nasha aur garmi baaki hai.

Announcer ki aawaz auditorium mein gunj rahi thi, "And now, please welcome our showstoppers... Abhay and Trupti!" Par backstage ke us andhere kone mein waqt jaise thama hua tha. Trupti, Abhay ki baahon mein dher thi, uska jism abhi bhi un bhayanak jhatkon se thar-thara raha tha jo Abhay ki ungliyon ne use diye the.
Theek usi pal, parda sarka aur Rahul andar dakhil hua. Usne wahi dekha jo wo dekhna chahta tha—apni Maa ko ek paraye mard ki baahon mein adhmari halat mein, aur Abhay ka haath abhi bhi Trupti ki emerald silk dress ke andar, uski panty ki gehraiyon mein dhasa hua.


Rahul ne ek jhatke se apna gala saaf kiya, "Ahem!"
Trupti ke kaanon mein jaise bijli kadki. Usne jhatke se apni aankhein kholin aur saamne Rahul ko khada dekha. Uska chehra pehle safed pada aur phir sharam aur khauf se tamtama kar laal (fully red shocked) ho gaya. Usne turant Abhay ko dhakela aur apne bikhre hue kapde sambhalne lagi. Emerald dress ki dori jo ek taraf se sarak gayi thi, use usne ghabrahat mein kaskar pakda taaki uske nange boobs dhak sakein.
Rahul ne ek ajeeb, playful par zeherili muskaan ke saath unhe dekha. "Agar aap logon ka... 'private rehearsal' khatam ho gaya ho, toh stage pe sab aapka intezaar kar rahe hain. President aur Vice-President ko hi gayab dekh kar log baatein kar rahe hain."
Trupti ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Usne bina Rahul ki aankhon mein dekhe, apne bikhre hue baal (fixing her hair) sahi kiye aur tez kadmon se bahar ki taraf bhagi. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga wo stage par hi gir jayegi.
Piche room mein Abhay aur Rahul akele reh gaye. Abhay ne Rahul ki taraf dekha—ek mard ka dusre mard ki taraf dekhne wala wo ganda aur garv se bhara andaaz. Abhay ne dheere se apna haath apni pocket se nikaala, wo haath jo abhi Trupti ke ras se geela tha. Rahul ki aankhon ke samne, Abhay ne badi besharmi se apni wahi ungliyan chati (licked his fingers), jaise wo Rahul ko chidha raha ho aur Trupti par apna haq jata raha ho.
Abhay halka sa hansa aur Rahul ke kandhe par haath maarte hue bahar nikal gaya. "Coming, buddy!"
Rahul wahan akela khada reh gaya. Usne act toh 'friendly' kiya tha, par uski mutthi kaskar band ho gayi thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, par uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak laut aayi thi jo usne kal raat ki rulaayi ke baad kho di thi. Usne apne coat ki pocket mein haath daala jahan uska dusra phone rakha tha.
'Chaat lo Abhay... jitna chaatna hai chaat lo,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se socha. 'Kyunki jab ye feast kahatm  hoga, toh poore college ke phone par wo video chalega jo tumhare is 'Future' ko raakh kar dega.'
Rahul auditorium ki taraf badha, jahan music ab apni charam seema par tha. Trupti ramp ki shuruat par khadi thi, uski emerald dress lights mein chamak rahi thi, par uske andar ek khauf ka toofan tha. Use laga ki Rahul ne sab dekh liya hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne sirf dekha nahi hai, usne tayyari kar li hai.

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sorry brother maine aap par blame lagaya...

you are best writer of this story... with hot pic and gif ...

trupti ko blow job or pussy suck ki aadat dalwao .... koi or accident hone se pahle.... tab or maza ayega....