Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Hi all, yahan hai "Maa Bani Classmate" ka brand new updated chapter! Aap sabhi ki favorite story ka yeh **2nd Part** hai. Aap log story ka background ache se jaante hain, aur agar kisi ne pehla part nahi padha hai toh link par jaakar pehle Part 1 zaroor padhein.

[/url][url=https://xossipy.com/thread-71318.html]Maa Bani Classmate Part 1 (Completed )


Main ek baat pehle hi bilkul clear kar doon—iss kahani ka jo initial phase aur starting chapters the, woh ek dusre author ne likhe the par unhone story abandon kar di thi. Toh starting base aur characters ke original names ka credit unhi author ko jaata hai. Baad mein maine iss story ko take over kiya. Night party waale chapter ke baad—jahan Trupti black dress mein hoti hai aur kuch ladke use tease karte hain—wahan se aage ki poori kahani, twist, aur imagination meri apni hai. So, original author ko pura respect unke iss amazing idea ke liye!
First part ki grand success ke baad, jahan Trupti ke 2nd year college ki exciting journey khatam hui thi—jahan aakhir mein uske bete Rahul ne use fully claim kiya aur saath hi woh Abhay ki fiancée bhi bani—ab hum aage badh rahe hain! Vacation khatam ho raha hai aur **3rd Year** ki nayi journey shuru hone ja rahi hai.
**One Important Note for Readers:**
Main yeh pehle hi clear kar raha hoon—koyi mujhe suggest mat karna ki story ko sirf incest rakho, ya Trupti ko pregnant kar do, ya sirf cuckold banao. Mujhe in baaton se koi farak nahi padta kyunki maine poori story ka plan pehle se hi draft kar rakha hai. Yeh story mere plan ke hisaab se hi chalegi. Trupti ke life mein aur bhi partners aayenge, toh agar aap chahte ho ki Trupti sirf kisi ek character ke saath rahe, toh yeh story aapke liye nahi hai. Koyi arguments ya suggestions mat dena, main story waise hi likhunga jaise maine decide kiya hai. Total **5 Phases** hain, jisme se Part 2 ka Phase 1 poora ho chuka hai aur main Phase 2 par kaam kar raha hoon. Toh aapka koi bhi suggestion mere plot flow ko change nahi karega. Thanks for reading and supporting!
**KEY CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION**
 * **Trupti Khanna**
   * **Description:** College ki Vice President, Sanjeev ki wife, Abhay ki fiancée... aur Rahul ki maa. Trupti ek behad khoobsurat, glowing Indian tone aur mature curves waali woman hai (38-inch bustline ke saath). Uska innocent aur studious face kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai. Andar se woh Abhay ke soft love aur Rahul ke dark control ke beech phasi hui hai.









* **Rahul Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ka soga beta. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular physique aur sharp jawline waala ek dominant young guy. Woh behad intelligent, cold-minded, aur possessive hai. Uske andar aisi dark aur sharp personality hai ki woh Trupti par apna poora haq jatata hai aur use apne control mein rakhta hai.





* **Abhay**

   * **Description:** College ka Student President aur Trupti ka fiancé. Good-looking, warm, aur ek gentleman physique waala banda. Woh Trupti se sachha, pure aur unconditional pyar karta hai. Uska nature behad caring aur protective hai, lekin woh Trupti ke dark secrets se bilkul anjaan hai.







**Sanjeev Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ke husband aur Rahul ke pita. Ek wealthy, senior corporate businessman jo hamesha apne international business trips aur meetings mein busy rehte hain. Unka dhyaan hamesha kaam par hota hai, jis wajah se ghar aur Trupti ki life mein unka presence behad formal aur limited hai.





* **Vikki**

   * **Description:** Rahul ka purana college rival. Broad-built, aggressive body structure aur dominant bad-boy attitude waala guy. Uski personality mein ek raw tension hai aur uska past Trupti aur Rahul dono ke saath juda hua hai.






**Chloe**

   * **Description:** USA co-ed dorm ki student. Ek bold, blonde, petite yet super-curvy white girl. Chloe ek free-spirited, wild aur hippy-type lifestyle jeeti hai. Uska open, care-free attitude aur sex ko lekar bold mindset kisi ko bhi aasani se apni taraf pull kar sakta hai.





Liam

   * **Description:** USA university ka ek handsome, athletic aur charming student. Soft-spoken aura aur sharp features waala ladka jo academics mein Rahul ke saath compete karta hai. 





Jessica (Sanjeev’s Secretary)**

   * **Description:** Sanjeev ki sharp, professional , Married 35, aur extremely attractive corporate secretary. Seductive body figures aur smart intellect waali woman jo business handling mein maahir hai aur corporate matters mein Rahul ke saath connected hai.

[Joker44]

Hi all, yahan hai "Maa Bani Classmate" ka brand new updated chapter! Aap sabhi ki favorite story ka yeh **2nd Part** hai. Aap log story ka background ache se jaante hain, aur agar kisi ne pehla part nahi padha hai toh link par jaakar pehle Part 1 zaroor padhein.

Maa Bani Classmate Part 1 ( Completed )


Main ek baat pehle hi bilkul clear kar doon—iss kahani ka jo initial phase aur starting chapters the, woh ek dusre author ne likhe the par unhone story abandon kar di thi. Toh starting base aur characters ke original names ka credit unhi author ko jaata hai. Baad mein maine iss story ko take over kiya. Night party waale chapter ke baad—jahan Trupti black dress mein hoti hai aur kuch ladke use tease karte hain—wahan se aage ki poori kahani, twist, aur imagination meri apni hai. So, original author ko pura respect unke iss amazing idea ke liye!
First part ki grand success ke baad, jahan Trupti ke 2nd year college ki exciting journey khatam hui thi—jahan aakhir mein uske bete Rahul ne use fully claim kiya aur saath hi woh Abhay ki fiancée bhi bani—ab hum aage badh rahe hain! Vacation khatam ho raha hai aur **3rd Year** ki nayi journey shuru hone ja rahi hai.

**One Important Note for Readers:**
Main yeh pehle hi clear kar raha hoon—koyi mujhe suggest mat karna ki story ko sirf incest rakho, ya Trupti ko pregnant kar do, ya sirf cuckold banao. Mujhe in baaton se koi farak nahi padta kyunki maine poori story ka plan pehle se hi draft kar rakha hai. Yeh story mere plan ke hisaab se hi chalegi. Trupti ke life mein aur bhi partners aayenge, toh agar aap chahte ho ki Trupti sirf kisi ek character ke saath rahe, toh yeh story aapke liye nahi hai. Koyi arguments ya suggestions mat dena, main story waise hi likhunga jaise maine decide kiya hai. Total **5 Phases** hain, jisme se Part 2 ka Phase 1 poora ho chuka hai aur main Phase 2 par kaam kar raha hoon. Toh aapka koi bhi suggestion mere plot flow ko change nahi karega. Thanks for reading and supporting!


**KEY CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION**
 * **Trupti Khanna**
   * **Description:** College ki Vice President, Sanjeev ki wife, Abhay ki fiancée... aur Rahul ki maa. Trupti ek behad khoobsurat, glowing Indian tone aur mature curves waali woman hai (38-inch bustline ke saath). Uska innocent aur studious face kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai. Andar se woh Abhay ke soft love aur Rahul ke dark control ke beech phasi hui hai.









* **Rahul Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ka soga beta. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular physique aur sharp jawline waala ek dominant young guy. Woh behad intelligent, cold-minded, aur possessive hai. Uske andar aisi dark aur sharp personality hai ki woh Trupti par apna poora haq jatata hai aur use apne control mein rakhta hai.





* **Abhay**

   * **Description:** College ka Student President aur Trupti ka fiancé. Good-looking, warm, aur ek gentleman physique waala banda. Woh Trupti se sachha, pure aur unconditional pyar karta hai. Uska nature behad caring aur protective hai, lekin woh Trupti ke dark secrets se bilkul anjaan hai.







**Sanjeev Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ke husband aur Rahul ke pita. Ek wealthy, senior corporate businessman jo hamesha apne international business trips aur meetings mein busy rehte hain. Unka dhyaan hamesha kaam par hota hai, jis wajah se ghar aur Trupti ki life mein unka presence behad formal aur limited hai.





* **Vikki**

   * **Description:** Rahul ka purana college rival. Broad-built, aggressive body structure aur dominant bad-boy attitude waala guy. Uski personality mein ek raw tension hai aur uska past Trupti aur Rahul dono ke saath juda hua hai.






**Chloe**

   * **Description:** USA co-ed dorm ki student. Ek bold, blonde, petite yet super-curvy white girl. Chloe ek free-spirited, wild aur hippy-type lifestyle jeeti hai. Uska open, care-free attitude aur sex ko lekar bold mindset kisi ko bhi aasani se apni taraf pull kar sakta hai.





Liam

   * **Description:** USA university ka ek handsome, athletic aur charming student. Soft-spoken aura aur sharp features waala ladka jo academics mein Rahul ke saath compete karta hai. 





Jessica (Sanjeev’s Secretary)**

   * **Description:** Sanjeev ki sharp, professional , Married 35, aur extremely attractive corporate secretary. Seductive body figures aur smart intellect waali woman jo business handling mein maahir hai aur corporate matters mein Rahul ke saath connected hai.

[Joker44]

Khanna Mansion ki faza mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Shehar ki shor-sharabe se door, is aalishaan haveli ke har kone mein ek khamoshi chhai hui thi—ek aisi khamoshi jo sukoon ki nahi, balki kisi aane wale tufaan se pehle ki shanti jaisi lagti thi.

Trupti apne master bedroom ke dressing table ke samne baithi hui thi. Aaine mein dikhti apni hi parchhai ko dekhte hue usne ek gehri saans li. Usne aage se aage tak ghere hue silk saree ke pallu ko sahi kiya. Chehre par wahi hamesha wala masoom, sanskari aur shaant bhaav tha—woh bhaav jo unhone pichle kayi saalon se Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu aur ek “pativrata” patni ke roop mein pehan rakha tha.
Lekin us masoom chehre ke peeche, uski dhadkane teez thi.
Aaj raat sab kuch alag tha. 2nd year ke exams khatam ho chuke the, aur ab summer vacation shuru ho chuki thi. Sanjeev, unka pati, pure do hafte baad business trip se wapas lauta tha. Aur unka apna saga beta—Rahul—bhi unke saath hi is ghar mein wapas aaya tha.
Sanjeev, Rahul ka apna saga baap tha. Lekin pichle kuch mahino mein, is ghar ke band darwazon ke peeche jo kuch hua tha… usne maa, baap aur bete ke rishte ki saari sarhadein mita di thi. Trupti ko achhi tarah yaad tha wo pal jab Rahul ne pehli baar uski aankhon mein aankhein daal kar use ek maa ki nazar se nahi, balki ek mard ki nazar se dekha tha. Wo uska apna saga khoon tha, uski kokh se janam liya beta… lekin ab wo uska maalik ban chuka tha.
*Knock! Knock!*
Darwaze par hui halki si dastak ne Trupti ko uske vicharon se bahar kheench liya. Uski saans ek pal ke liye atak gayi. Uski nazrein aaine mein darwaze ki taraf ghum gayi.
“Trupti? Khana taiyar hai na? Main aur Rahul dining table par wait kar rahe hain,” Sanjeev ki aawaz aayi. Sapaat, gambhir aur authoritative—jaise ek khaandaan ke mukhya ki hoti hai.
“Ji… bas do minute mein aati hoon,” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue kaha.
Dining table par dinner ka mahaul kaafi rasmi tha. Sanjeev table ke head par baitha tha, business files par nazar daalte hue soup ke ghoont le raha tha. Uske theek saamne Rahul baitha tha.
Rahul—21 saal ka ek shandaar, lamba aur chodh-chaak jism wala ladka. Uske chehre par Sanjeev ki tarah hi ek teekha stubbornness tha, lekin uski aankhon mein ek aisi chalaaki aur aag thi jo Sanjeev nahi dekh sakta tha.
Trupti ne chupchap plates lagaana shuru kiya. Jab wo Rahul ki plate mein chawal parosne ke liye aage jhuki, uske saree ka pallu halka sa sarak gaya. Blouse ke neeche uski kamar ka nanga hissa thodi der ke liye dikh gaya.
Usi waqt, Sanjeev ne apni file se nazar hatayi bina kaha, “Rahul, San Francisco wale business unit ki reports aa gayi hain. Agle mahine jab hum USA shift honge, toh tumhe seedha board members ke saamne presentation deni hogi. I hope tum taiyar ho.”
“Main bilkul taiyar hoon, Dad,” Rahul ne jawab diya. Uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa confidence tha.
Lekin jaise hi Trupti uske paas se guzarne lagi, Rahul ne bilkul casually aur bina kisi darr ke apna haath neeche kiya aur Trupti ki kamar par halki si chutki kaat li. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke nange jism ki chaal ko chhu gayi—garam, naram, aur uske liye reserved.
Trupti ka poora jism ek pal ke liye kaamp utha. Uske haath mein pakdi hui bowl halki si hili, par usne khud par control banaye rakha. Uski nazrein neeche hui, aur usne dekha ki Rahul uski taraf dekh kar ek halki, shaitani muskaan de raha tha. Sanjeev bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, apni hi baaton mein kho ya tha, aur uska apna beta uske saamne uski patni—jo ki Rahul ki real maa thi—ko is tarah tease kar raha tha.
“Trupti, tum achanak ruk kyun gayi? Servants ko bol do dessert lagane ke liye,” Sanjeev ne khana khatam karte hue kaha.
“Ji… ji, main abhi bolti hoon,” Trupti ne haklate hue kaha aur jaldi se kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Kitchen ke andhere kone mein khade ho kar usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uski saans teez chal rahi thi. Darr, sharm, aur ek ajeeb si tharak unke andar ek saath ubal rahi thi.
Raat ke 11:30 baj chuke the. Khanna Mansion mein sannata chha chuka tha.




Master bedroom mein Sanjeev bed par leta hua tha. Uska din kaafi thakaau raha tha, aur business meetings ki thakavat ke karan woh gehri neend mein so gaya tha. Uski bhari, niyamit saansein poore kamre ke andhere mein goonj rahi thi.
Trupti bed ke doosre kone par baithi hui thi. Woh abhi bhi wahi bhari silk saree pehne hui thi. Woh sone ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag use sone nahi de raha tha. Use pata tha ki aaj raat kya hone wala hai. Rahul ne use dinner table par hi ishara kar diya tha—us chutki mein, us shaitani muskaan mein.
Achanak, master bedroom ke darwaze ka latch bilkul silent tarike se ghuma.
*Clack.*
Trupti ke kaan khade ho gaye. Usne aane wale kadamon ki aahat pehchanni. Andhere kamre mein, darwaza dheere se khula aur ek lambi, chaudaai bhari parchhai andar dakhil hui. Rahul.
Rahul ne poore haq aur aaram se andar kadam rakha. Usne pehle bed par soye hue apne baap, Sanjeev, ko dekha. Sanjeev ki gehri saanson se saaf tha ki woh behosh jaisi neend mein hai. Phir Rahul ki shikaari nazrein Trupti par tik gayi.
Rahul dheere-dheere bed ki taraf badha. Har kadam carpet par bilkul silent tha. Trupti ka dil itni teez dhadak raha tha ki use laga Sanjeev abhi jaag jayega. Usne apni saans rok li.
Rahul Trupti ke kone waale side par aakar khada ho gaya. Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra laya. Uski garam saansein Trupti ki nangi gardan par padne lagi.
“Mujhe pata hai tum jaag rahi ho, Mom…” Rahul ne ekdum halki, whispering aawaz mein kaha. Word ‘Mom’ par uska emphasis ek ajeeb sa taboo nasha paida kar raha tha.
Trupti ne aankhein khol di. Darr aur tadap se bhari uski aankhein Rahul ki aag jaisi aankhon se mili. “Rahul… nahi… Sanjeev bagal mein so rahe hain… Pagalpan mat karo… apne kamre mein jao,” usne phusphusate hue, minnat karte hue kaha.
Lekin Rahul ne uski ek na suni. Usne Trupti ka kalai pakda aur use bina koi aawaz kiye, ek hi jhatke se bed se neeche utar liya. Trupti ne apni aawaz dabane ke liye turant apne doosre haath se apna muh dhoondh kar band kar liya.
Rahul use floor par soft, bhare hue carpet par kheench laya—woh jagah bed se mahaz do feet door thi, jahan uska pati so raha tha.
“Rahul… please… wo jaag jayenge… tum mere bete ho… thoda toh darr rakho…” Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin un aansuon mein sharm se zyada ek mukammal surrender tha.
“Darr? Kisse, Mom? Apne baap se? Woh so rahe hain… aur waise bhi, jo mera haq hai, woh main le kar rahunga. Chahe mera baap bagal mein so raha ho ya saamne khada ho,” Rahul ne behad thandi aur possessive aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ke pallu ko pakda aur use dheere-dheere uske jism se alag karne laga. Heavy silk saree ka kapda Trupti ke saree ke saare gheron se phisalta hua neeche floor par gir gaya. Rahul ne petticoat ki naadi ko ek jhatke mein khola aur use saree ke saath hi neeche khinch diya. Trupti ab carpet par sirf apne red lace blouse aur petticoat ke bina, ek patli si panty mein thi. Uski gori, bhari hui thandhi jaanghein aur patli kamar andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne use bed se thoda aur aage carpet par litaya. Usne Trupti ke blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke bina koi aawaz kiye khol diye. Heavy blouse jaise hi dono taraf phaila, Trupti ki bhari, 38-inch ki chhatiyan bra ke bina poori tarah aazaad ho gayi. Dark pink nipples room ki halki roshni mein ubhar aaye the.
Rahul ne ek lamhe ke liye ruk kar apni maa ke is vishal aur sanskari jism ko dekha—ek aisa jism jo uski kokh ka zariya tha, par ab uski hawas ka maidaan.
Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke hothon par apna muh rakh diya. Ek behad gehra, garam aur suffocating smooch. Trupti ne shuru mein apna muh band rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne uski thodi ko daba kar uske hoth khol diye. Dono ki jeebh ek doosre se ulajh gayi. Trupti ki dabi hui saans aur wet kissing ki halki si 'slurp' aawaz carpet ke upar hi dabi reh gayi. Rahul ne apna haath Trupti ke muh par tight rakha taaki koi bhi siskari baahar na nikal sake.




Usi wet kiss ke beech, Rahul ne apna doosra haath Trupti ke left boob par pakda. Usne us bhare hue naram mams-pind ko poori takat se daba diya. Uski ungliyan naram jism mein dhas gayi. Phir usne apna muh Trupti ke hothon se hata kar uske right boob ke nipple par laga diya.
Usne nipple ko muh mein bhar kar zor-zor se suck karna shuru kiya. Trupti ka sar peche ki taraf mud gaya. Uske gale se ek bhari, dabi hui cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki usne Rahul ke shoulder ko zor se pakad kar apne daant apne hi nichle hoth par gadh diye. Rahul uski chhati ko behad berahmi se suck kar raha tha, jaise koi chhota bachha dhoodh peene ke liye tadap raha ho, lekin yeh ek mard ka apni aurat par kabza tha. Nipple uske daanton ke beech aakar dab raha tha, jisse Trupti ko dard aur maza ka ek aisa current laga jisse uski kamar khud-b-khud upar uthne lagi.
Rahul ne unke panty ko jaanghon se neeche sarqa diya. Trupti ab carpet par poori tarah nangi thi—sirf khula hua blouse uske kandhon se latak raha tha.



Rahul ne apne shorts aur underwear ko ek saath utaar kar phenk diya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, tana hua lund andhere mein Trupti ki jaanghon ke beech thokar maarne laga.
Sanjeev ne bed par ek halki si karwat li.
*Rustle.*
Trupti ki aankhein phat gayi. Uskar poora jism freeze ho gaya. Rahul bhi ek second ke liye ruka, uski nazrein bed par soye apne baap par tiki hui thi. Sanjeev ne ek gehri saans li aur phir se shanti se so gaya. Rahul ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Danger ke is mahaul ne uske lund ko aur zyada patthar jaisa kathin bana diya tha.
Usne Trupti ki jaanghon ko chauda kiya. Apne haath se Trupti ke muh ko poori tarah dabocha, uski ungliyan Trupti ke gaalon ko tight pakde hue thi. Doosre haath se usne apne lund ki supar-cap ko Trupti ki geeli, garam aur tadapti hui choot ke munh par set kiya.
Usne apni kamar ko peeche kiya aur ek behad gehra, silent, par brutal dhakka maara.
*Phat!*
Trupti ki aankhein poori khul gayi, aasu unki kankhiyon se beh kar carpet mein absorb hone lage. Rahul ka mota, lamba lund uski choot ki deewaron ko cheerta hua ek hi baar mein poora cervix tak andar ghus gaya. Trupti ne Rahul ke haath ke neeche se ek behad dabi hui, phat-ti hui aah nikaali—"Mmmffff!"
Uska jism dhanush ki tarah bent ho gaya. Sanjeev sirf do feet door bed par tha, aur yahan carpet par uska saga beta uski patni ke andar poora sama chuka tha.
Rahul ne jaldbaazi nahi ki. Usne rhythm ko ekdum controlled aur silent rakha. Usne slow, deep strokes marna shuru kiye. Uska lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir poori takat se andar jaata. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, Trupti ki choot se ek halki, geeli 'squelch' ki aawaz aati, jise Rahul apne jism ki ragad aur Trupti ke muh par pakde haath se daba deta.
"Dekho Mom..." Rahul ne uske kaan mein jhuk kar behad halki phusphusahat mein kaha, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha. "Mera baap bed par so raha hai... use pata bhi nahi ki uski sanskari patni ki choot mera lund kitni aasaani se jhel rahi hai. Tumhari choot sirf mere lund ke liye bani hai, Mom... sirf mere."
Trupti ne ronte hue apna sar na mein hilane ki koshish ki, lekin uski choot ke muscles khud-b-khud Rahul ke lund ko andar kheench rahe the. Uski ungliyan Rahul ke shoulder ki muscles ko pakde hue thi, jahan uske naakhun dhas rahe the.
Rahul ne speed badhana shuru kiya. Strokes ab zyaada fast aur aggressive hote gaye. Har dhakke ke saath Trupti ki bhari chhatiyan hawa mein uchal rahi thi. Rahul ne ek haath se uski left boob ko zor se dabaye rakha aur doosre haath se uski kamar ko pakad kar apne lund par forcibly patakne laga.
Silent chudai ka yeh nasha dono ke sar par chadkar bol raha tha. Sanjeev ki saans ki aawaz aur flooring par unke jism ki Silent friction ki aawaz room ke andhere ko corruption se bhar rahi thi. Trupti ka poora jism kaampne laga. Uske andar ek zabardast climax ka tufaan uth raha tha. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko tight pakadne lage.
Rahul ko feel hua ki Trupti release hone wali hai. Usne apne dhakkon ko aur gehra aur fast kar diya. Usne Trupti ke kaan ke paas apna muh laya, "Aawaz mat nikalna Mom... climax karo, lekin silent..."
Trupti ne apna poora zor laga kar apne muh ki aawaz ko roke rakha. Uski choot ne Rahul ke lund par paani chhod diya—ek gehra, garam climax jisse uska poora jism thar-thar kaamp utha. Uski aankhein roll ho gayi.
Trupti ke squeeze hote hi Rahul ka apna sabr bhi toot gaya. Usne teen behad gehre, akhri dhakke maare—lund ko poora Trupti ke andar deeply lock kar diya. Rahul ki jaanghein Trupti ki hips se takrayi aur usne apna garam, mota aur gaadha cum Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein shoot karna shuru kar diya.
*Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...*
Rahul ki saans teez ho gayi thi. Usne Trupti ke hothon par ek aur lamba, wet kiss kiya, unke aasuon ko apne haath se pocha. Trupti carpet par adhmarhi haalat mein leti hui thi, uski choot ke andar Rahul ka garam paani bhar chuka tha aur thoda sa bahar nikal kar uski jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Rahul dheere se bahar nikla. Usne Trupti ki choot se nikalte apne paani ko dekha aur ek victorious smile di. Usne carpet par gire apne kapde uthaye, unhe pehna.
Jhuk kar usne Trupti ke kaan mein phusphusaya, "Saree aur blouse pehan lo Mom... aur paani saaf kar lena. Kal subah kitchen mein tumse milunga. Dad ke uthne se pehle."
Rahul ne bilkul silent tarike se master bedroom ka darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti carpet par waise hi nangi leti rahi. Uski saansein abhi bhi teez chal rahi thi, chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Bed par Sanjeev abhi bhi behosh jaisi neend mein so raha tha, use iss baat ka ratti bhar bhi andaaza nahi tha ki abhi unhi ke room mein carpet par uske bete ne uski patni ko poori tarah se apna bana liya tha.
Trupti ne dheere se uth kar apne bikhre hue kapde samete. Darr, sharm, paap ka ehsaas... aur ek behad gehri, taboo satisfaction uske jism ke har kone mein daud rahi thi.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom mein yeh pehli raat ka khel khatam ho chuka tha. Lekin yeh toh bas aane wale tufaan ki ek chhoti si jhalak thi.

Subah ke 6:40 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom ke door se latak rahe reshmi parde ke peeche se subah ki halki gulabi roshni andar aa rahi thi. Sanjeev abhi bhi bed par peeth ke bal leta hua, behosh jaisi gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski bhari, niyamit saansein poore kamre ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Business trip ki thakan uske chehre par abhi bhi saaf dikh rahi thi.
Trupti bed ke kone par leti hui thi, lekin uski kaali, badi aankhein khuli hui thi. Uski nazar ceiling par bane POP design par tiki thi. Raat ka har ek bhayanak aur nashila pal uske dimaag mein dobara chal raha tha—carpet par uska nanga jism, uske apne hi bete Rahul ke ruthless aur gehre dhakke, uska garam, gaadha paani jo abhi bhi Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein basa hua tha... aur unhi ke mahaz do feet door behosh soya hua uska pati.
Trupti ne saree ke neeche se dheere se apna haath apni jaanghon ke beech bheja. Usne apni ungliyon se apni choot ki patti ko chhua—choot abhi bhi behad geeli, suji hui aur Rahul ke raat waale cum se sticky thi. Uske jism mein ek jhunjhuni daud gayi. Uske gaal sharm se laal ho gaye, lekin uski naabhi ke neeche ek ajeeb sa, behaya tharak ka current daud pada.
Woh behad silent tarike se bed se uthi aur bathroom mein gayi. Aaine ke samne khade hokar usne apni gori gardan aur chhati ko dekha. Gardan ke left side par do-teen gehre, baingani rang ke bite marks the—Rahul ke daanton ke nishaan. Blouse ke neeche unhe chhupana thoda mushkil tha, lekin un nishano ko aaine mein dekh kar hi Trupti ke nipples phir se tight ho gaye.
Usne jaldi se cold water se apna chehre dhoya, aur ek simple cotton ki peeli saree pehen li—ghar ke kaam ke liye. Usne blouse ke hooks lagaye, lekin neeche koi panty nahi pehni. Pata nahi kyun... uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein use achhi tarah pata tha ki aaj subah rasoi mein kya hone wala hai. Uska jism apne hi bete ke agle hamle ke liye pehle se hi taiyar aur nanga tha.




Kitchen mein Trupti chai ke liye doodh ubaal rahi thi. Gas stove par kettle se garam bhaap nikal kar hawa mein ud rahi thi. Poora Khanna Mansion abhi bhi shant tha. Servants ke aane mein abhi aadha ghanta baaki tha. Ghar mein sirf teen hi log the—Sanjeev (jo master bedroom mein so raha tha), Trupti, aur unka saga beta Rahul.
Tap... Tap...
Peeche se nange pairon ke chalne ki halki aahat hui. Trupti ke ronge khade ho gaye.
Rahul kitchen mein andar dakhil hua. Usne sirf ek loose black shorts pehn rakha tha. Uska upper torso poori tarah nanga tha—chaude, mardana kandhe, sharp abs, aur seene par light hair. Uski aankhon mein abhi bhi neend ka khumaar tha, lekin un kaali putliyon mein wahi shikaari, possessive aur hawas se bhari aag daud rahi thi.
Trupti ne gardan mod kar use dekha, aur Rahul ke nange, kathin jism ko dekh kar usne jaldi se apni nazrein kitchen counter ki taraf hata li. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.
“S-Subah subah yahan kya kar rahe ho, Rahul? Tumhe pata hai na servants aane wale hain...” usne aawaz ko jitna ho sake halka rakhne ki koshish karte hue phusphusaya.
Rahul ne uski kisi baat ka jawab nahi diya. Woh bina koi aawaz kiye, ek shikaari ki tarah Trupti ke bilkul peeche aakar khada ho gaya. Usne apne dono garam, chaude haath Trupti ki nangi kamar par rakh diye aur use ek hi jhatke mein peeche se apne seene se sata liya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, patthar jaisa tana hua lund Trupti ki bhari, gol gaand ke beech mein shorts ke patle kapde ke through ekdum tight feel hone laga.
“Raat mein carpet par jo diya tha, woh kaafi nahi tha Mom...” Rahul ne jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas apna muh laya. Uski garam, bhari saansein Trupti ki gardan par padne lagi. “Ab subah ki pehli chai se pehle mujhe meri maa ki choot ka naashta chahiye.”
Trupti ka poora jism ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. “Rahul... nahi... Sanjeev abhi uth sakte hain. Kitchen unke room ke bilkul paas hai. Agar unhone koi aawaz sun li toh hum kahin ke nahi rahenge... Please, apne kamre mein jao...” usne minnat ki, lekin uski aawaz mein darr se zyada ek tadap aur geeli laachari thi.
“Isliye toh aawaz nahi nikalni hai, Mom. Aur darr hi toh is chudai ka asli nasha hai,” Rahul ne behad thandi aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke saree ke pallu ko jhatke se ek taraf sarqa diya. Usne Trupti ke blouse ke peeche lage hooks par apni ungliyan pheri aur ek-ek karke teen hooks khol diye. Jaise hi blouse dheela hua, Rahul ne apne dono chaude haath aage se Trupti ke saree ke andar daal kar uski 38-inch ki soft, garam aur bhari hui chhatiyon ko poori mutthi mein daab liya.
“Mmmh...” Trupti ke muh se ek halki si, dabi hui siskari nikal gayi. Uske tight nipples Rahul ki ungliyon ke beech pisne lage. Rahul ne unhe behad berahmi se pinch kiya aur rotate karne laga. Trupti ki saansein ekdam tez ho gayi, usne dono haath aage badha kar granite counter-top ko zor se pakad liya.
Rahul ne ek haath se Trupti ki cotton saree ko kamar tak upar khinch diya. Petticoat ko thoda sa sarqa diya. Peeche koi panty nahi thi—sirf Trupti ki gori, mukhani jaisi bhari jaanghein aur unke beech mein raat ke cum se geeli, suji hui aur garam choot.
Rahul ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Usne dekha ki uski maa pehle se hi uske lund ke liye nangi aur geeli baithi thi. Usne apne shorts ko thoda sa neeche sarqaya. Uska mota, laal supar-cap Trupti ke choot ke garam lips par jaakar tika.
Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haatho se tight pakda aur ek hi, behad gehra, silent dhakka maara.
Phat!
Trupti ki aankhein poori phat gayi. Usne apna nichla hoth apne daanton ke beech itni zor se daba liya ki khoon nikalne ko ho gaya. Rahul ka mota, phula hua lund raat waale gaadhe cum aur uski subah ki taaza geelapan ke saath behad aasaani se, bina kisi rukawat ke seedha Trupti ke uterus ke munh tak dhas gaya.
“Ahhh... Mmmfff!” Trupti ke gale se ek bhari, dabi hui aah nikli jo uske band muh mein hi ghut kar reh gayi. Uski peeth piche ki taraf bent ho gayi, aur uska sar Rahul ke nange seene par ja tika.




Rahul ne uske jism se poori tarah chipak kar use kitchen counter par aage ki taraf jhuka diya. Uska ek haath aage jaakar Trupti ke blouse ke andar se uske left boob ko zor-zor se crush karne laga, jabki doosra haath Trupti ki kamar ko pakde hue tha.
Rahul ne slow, gehre aur silent strokes marna shuru kiye. Uska lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhalke mein poora andar jaakar Trupti ki choot ki sabse geehri deewar se takrata. Har dhakke par counter-top par rakhi chai ki kettle halki si hilti, aur Trupti ka bhari jism aage-peeche jhatke khata.
Squelch... Squelch...
Choot ki geeli, thapp-thapp ki aawaz kitchen ke sannate mein goonjne lagi. Trupti darr se kaamp rahi thi ki kahin yeh aawaz master bedroom tak na pahunch jaaye, lekin uski choot Rahul ke har dhakke par behad ras chhod rahi thi.
“Dekho Mom... kitni geeli ho tum subah-subah,” Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui phusphusahat mein kaha, uski aawaz mein hawas aur dominance ka nasha tha. “Sanjeev room mein so raha hai... Dad ki bedroom ki wall aur is kitchen ke beech sirf ek patli si deewar hai. Agar unhone tumhari koi bhi siskari sun li... toh wo bahar aakar dekhenge ki unki sanskari patni kitchen counter par apne hi beta se chud rahi hai.”
Trupti ne ronte hue apna sar na mein hilaane ki koshish ki. “Rahul... please... d-dheere... aawaz mat karo... koi aa jayega...” lekin uski apni hi jaanghein Rahul ke dhakkon ka swaagat karne ke liye aur zyada chaudi ho rahi thi. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko tightly squeeze kar rahe the.
Rahul ne apni speed aur aggressive kar di. Ab uske dhakke tez aur brutal hone lage. Har dhakke ke saath uska lund Trupti ki choot ke sabse sensitive spot par hit kar raha tha. Trupti ki aankhon se aasu nikalne lage—darr, sharm aur extreme pleasure ke mix aasu. Uski saree ke gher counter par phail chuke the, aur uska nanga, gora lower body apne hi bete ke lund ke neeche behad berahmi se chud raha tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke lambe, baandhe hue baalon ko pakad kar uska sar peeche khincha. Usne Trupti ke khule hothon par apna muh rakh diya aur ek behad violent, wet kiss shuru kar di. Dono ki jeebh ek doosre se behad hawas se lapat gayi. Rahul ne Trupti ke muh ko poori tarah seal kar diya tha, taaki uski koi bhi siskari bahar na nikal sake. Trupti ne Rahul ki nangi peeth par apne naakhun dhas diye. Uska poora jism ek behad khaufnaak aur aalokik climax ki taraf badh raha tha.
Rahul ne kissing ke beech hi Trupti ke clit par apni ungli rakhi aur use zor-zor se press karke ghumane laga.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
Lund ke gehre dhakke aur clit par ungli ki ragad ne Trupti ke sabr ka baandh tod diya. Usne Rahul ke muh ke andar hi ek dabi hui, behaya cheekh maari—"Mmmmmmpphh!" Uska poora jism thar-thar kaampne laga. Uski choot ke muscles Rahul ke lund par ek violent grip banane lage, aur usne apne bete ke lund par apna garam, geela paani chhod diya. Uska pehla subah ka orgasm behad gehra aur lamba tha.
Trupti ke squeeze hote hi Rahul ka apna sabr bhi poori tarah jawab de gaya. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar teen behad gehre, akhri dhakke maare—lund ko poori takat se Trupti ki choot mein andar tak lock kar diya.
Rahul ne Trupti ki neck mein apna chehra chhupa kar ek gehra stroke maara aur apna garam, gaadha aur behad mota cum Trupti ki choot ke andar shoot karna shuru kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ki saansein tez ho gayi. Garam cum Trupti ke uterus ke munh ko bheege hue bharne laga. Dono kuch seconds tak counter-top par ek doosre se bilkul chipke khade rahe, heavy saansein lete hue. Unke jismon se nikalne wali garmi aur hawas ki mehak kitchen mein phail chuki thi.
Rahul ne dheere se apna lund bahar nikala. Plop! ki ek halki si aawaz hui. Trupti ki choot se Rahul ka garam paani aur uski apni geelapan nikal kar uski gori jaanghon se hote hue neeche flooring par raste banane lagi.
Trupti counter par aage jhuki hui, haamp rahi thi. Uski saree upar thi, blouse khula tha, aur uski jaanghon ke beech se uske bete ka paani tapak raha tha.
Tabhi... master bedroom ka darwaza khulne ki aawaz aayi.
Creak.
Sanjeev ki bhari, neend se bhari aawaz hallway mein goonji: “Trupti... chai ban gayi kya? Kitna time lagati ho?”
Trupti ka chehra ekdam peela pad gaya. Uske dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi.
Rahul ke chehre par koi darr nahi tha. Usne ek shaitani smile di. Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke kaan mein dabi hui phusphusahat mein kaha, “Jaldi se apne aasu poch, Mom... aur Dad ko unki garam chai de kar aao. Jaanghon ke beech mera paani bhar kar jaana... unhe pata bhi nahi chalega.”
Rahul ne bilkul casually apne shorts upar kiye, Trupti ki gaand par ek halka sa thappad maara, aur kitchen ke back door se garden ki taraf nikal gaya, jaise woh subah ki sair kar ke aa raha ho.
Trupti ne kampte haatho se jaldi se apni saree ko neeche kiya, blouse ke hooks band kiye, aur aayine mein apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth sooje hue the, aur uski jaanghon ke beech Rahul ka sticky cum beh raha tha. Usne ek kapde se flooring par gira cum pocha, haath dhoye, aur chai ki tray uthayi.
Uski leg muscles abhi bhi orgasm ke baad kaamp rahi thi.
Woh master bedroom ki taraf badhi. Hallway mein har kadam par use apni jaanghon ke beech Rahul ke cum ki garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Sanjeev bed par baitha hua, apna phone check kar raha tha.
“Itni der kyun laga di Trupti? Ek chai banane mein aadha ghanta lagti hai kya?” Sanjeev ne bina nazar uthaye, thode chidh kar kaha.
“J-Ji... wo doodh ubalne mein thoda time lag gaya...” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko sambhalte hue, nazrein neeche karke kaha.
Usne chai ka cup Sanjeev ke samne side table par rakha. Sanjeev ne chai ka ek ghoont liya aur bola, “Hmm, thik hai. Rahul kahan hai? Use bhi bula lo.”
“Wo... wo garden mein hain... subah ki hawa khane gaye hain,” Trupti ne neeche dekhte hue jawab diya. Chehre par wahi sanskari, pativrata bahu waali smile thi, lekin uski peeli cotton saree ke neeche, uski choot mein abhi bhi uske apne hi bete ka garam paani rasta bana raha tha.
Kitchen ki woh silent aur brutal chudai khatam ho chuki thi.
Lekin yeh toh bas din ki shuruaat thi...

[Joker44]

Dupahar ke 2:30 baj rahe the.

Khanna Mansion ka sannata abhi bhi qaaim tha. Trupti ne aaine ke samne khade hokar apne aap ko aakhiri baar dekha. Usne ek soft peach-coloured kurti pehni thi, jo uski kamar par fit baith rahi thi, saath mein light blue jeans. Neeche usne ek patli satin ki panty pehen rakhi thi. Gardan par jo Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani bite marks the, unhe usne behad dhyaan se concealer aur compact powder laga kar poori tarah chhupa diya tha. Chehre par light makeup, aur hothon par ek soft, innocent pink lipstick.
Sanjeev office nikal chuka tha. Rahul bhi kisi “college friend” ke yahan jaane ka bahana karke ghar se nikal gaya tha—ya shayad jaan-bujh kar Trupti ko thodi mohat di thi taaki woh apni doosri zindagi mein kadam rakh sake.
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ko message type kiya:
“Main nikal rahi hoon. Wahi purani jagah milte hain. Ghar ke paas mat aana.”
Abhay ka reply ek hi second mein aaya:
“Theek hai jaan! Main already mall ke bahar tumhara wait kar raha hoon. Jaldi aao, miss kar raha hoon.”
Trupti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Abhay ko aaj tak yeh nahi pata tha ki Trupti shaadi-shuda hai, na hi yeh ki woh 38-inch ke bhare jism waali ek aurat hai jo Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu hai. Uske liye Trupti bas ek masoom college-going girl thi jo apne strict parents ke saath rehti thi. Kuch mahine pehle Abhay ne use shaadi ka proposal diya tha, aur Trupti ne—Rahul ke pressure aur apne andar ki laachari mein—‘haan’ bol diya tha. Abhay ab use apni aane wali patni maanta tha. Woh is baat se bilkul anjaan tha ki uski “fiancée” har raat apne hi sage bete ke neeche let kar chudti hai aur subah kitchen counter par uska cum le rahi hoti hai.
Trupti ne taxi li aur Khanna Mansion se kaafi door, shehar ke doosre kone waale mall ki taraf nikal gayi.
Mall ke aage crowd ke beech Abhay khada tha. Dark blue jeans, crisp white shirt, aur haath mein do movie tickets. Jab uski nazar Trupti par padi, toh uske chehre par woh pure, genuine smile aa gayi jo Rahul ke shikaari chehre par kabhi nahi aati thi.
“Itni der laga di Trupti...” Abhay ne soft aawaz mein kaha aur aage badh kar Trupti ka haath pakad liya. Usne Trupti ki haseen rangat ko dekha. “Kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho aaj.”
Trupti ne halka sa muskurate hue uska haath daba diya. “Main bhi tumhe miss kar rahi thi, Abhay.”
Dono pehle thodi der mall mein ghoomte rahe. Abhay ne use ek bakery se chocolate pastry khilayi aur ek soft pink silk scarf kharid kar diya. “Shaadi ke baad jab hum humare ghar jayenge, tab pehenna,” usne has kar kaha. Trupti ne sirf ek jhoothi muskurahat se jawab diya, lekin uske dil ke andar ek teekhi chubhan hui.
Phir woh dono movie theatre ke andar chale gaye.
Theatre ka hall thanda aur andhera tha. Movie shuru hone mein abhi kuch minutes baaki the. Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah last row ke sabse corner waale do seats book kiye the, jahan aas-paas koi nahi tha. Dono baith gaye. Lights dheere-dheere dim ho gayi.
Movie shuru hui—ek romantic love story. Pehle 15 minute toh dono chupchap screen dekhte rahe. Phir Abhay ne dheere se Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur apni thigh par rakh liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon ke beech phans gayi.
Dheere-dheere Abhay ka haath Trupti ki jeans par aakar uski jaangh ko halka sa press karne laga. Trupti ne screen se nazar nahi hatayi, lekin uski saans thodi tez hone lagi.
Abhay Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka. “Aaj movie dekhne ka bilkul mann nahi hai... tumhare paas hone se mera dhyaan bhatak raha hai.”
Trupti ne gardan mod kar use dekha. "Abhay... yeh theatre hai..."
Abhay ne jawab mein Trupti ke chehre ko dono haathon mein bhara aur uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.
A kiss was soft, loving, and deeply romantic. Pehle sirf hothon ki halki ragad, phir Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke soft hothon ko kholti hui andar chali gayi. Trupti ne bhi aahista se uski jeebh ko choosa. Unka kiss gehra hota gaya. Theatre ke andhere mein unke hothon ke milne ki halki, wet 'slurp' aawaz gum ho gayi.
Abhay ka haath Trupti ki peach kurti ke andar chala gaya. Usne kurti ke kapde ke neeche se Trupti ke left boob ko bra ke upar se daba diya. Ek soft, gentle press. Phir usne Trupti ki bra ke cup ko thoda sa neeche sarqa diya aur seedha uske nange, garam boob ko apni mutthi mein bhar liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke tight nipple ke aaspas ghoomne lagi.
Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske gale se ek halki si siskari nikli—"Mmm..." Woh Abhay ke is loving touch mein kho rahi thi, lekin uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein subah ka scene chal raha tha—Rahul ka brutal lund uski choot mein, kitchen counter par jhatke, aur Sanjeev ki aawaz. Ek taraf uske bete ka hawas bhara kabza, doosri taraf is mard ka sachha pyar.
Abhay ne kiss toda. Usne Trupti ke kaan mein phusphusaya, “Thoda aage jhuk jao na, jaan... please.”





Trupti ne theatre ke andhere ka faayda uthate hue seat par thoda aage jhuk kar apne dono pairon ko thoda chauda kar diya. Abhay ne Trupti ki kurti ke buttons ek-ek karke khol diye. Usne bra ke dono cups ko neeche kar diya. Dark hall ki halki screen-light mein Trupti ke bhare hue, 38-inch ke gora boobs poori tarah bahar nikal aaye.
Abhay ne jhuk kar apna muh Trupti ke left nipple par rakh diya.
Usne nipple ko apne hothon mein bhar kar choosna shuru kiya. Pehle halka, phir thoda zor se. Uski jeebh nipple ke gher par ghoom rahi thi, uspar thook laga kar use aur wet kar rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh Trupti ke doosre boob ko daba raha tha.
"Ahh... Abhay..." Trupti ke hothon se ek dabi hui siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uske sar ko apne boobs se aur tight chipka liya. Abhay ka choosna behad gentle tha—koi dard nahi, koi bite marks nahi, sirf ajeeb sa sukoon. Trupti ka jism garam hone laga. Uske legs ke beech uski panty halki geeli hone lagi.
Abhay ne doosre boob ko bhi usi tarah muh mein le kar choosa. Usne Trupti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se press kiya, unpar kissing ki, aur unhe soft bite kiya. Trupti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi.
Tabhi Abhay ne Trupti ke gaalon ko pakda aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, "Main aur sabr nahi kar sakta, Trupti... mujhe tumhara ras peena hai. Please... niche aao na."
Trupti ne ek pal ke liye theatre ke andhere mein aas-paas dekha. Last row bilkul khali thi. Screen par ek loud romantic song chal raha tha, jisse baki aawazein dab sakti thi. Trupti ke andar ka tharak aur Abhay ko khush karne ki chah ek saath ubal aayi.





Trupti seat se neeche sarqi aur floor par Abhay ki jaanghon ke beech apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi.
Abhay ne jaldi se apni jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Uske underwear ke andar se uska 6-inch ka tana hua lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh Rahul jitna mota ya lamba nahi tha, lekin completely erect aur garam tha.
Trupti ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke Abhay ke lund ko apne dono naram haathon mein pakad liya. Usne lund ke supar-cap par ek soft kiss kiya.
"Mmm... Trupti..." Abhay ke muh se ek aah nikli.
Trupti ne apna muh poora khola aur Abhay ke lund ko andar le liya. Usne apne hothon ko uske lund ke shahtoot par tight wrap kiya aur aage-peeche move hone lagi. Uska muh garam aur wet tha. Uski jeebh Abhay ke lund ke neeche waale hisse ko chaat rahi thi.
Slurp... Sucking sounds...
Theatre ke romantic song ki loud music ke neeche Trupti ke blowjob ki geeli aawazein dabi rahi. Trupti ne lund ko thoda gehra liya, apni gaal ko andar ki taraf khinch kar zor-zor se suck karne lagi. Uske haath Abhay ki jaanghon ko pakde hue the.
Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko pakad kar halka sa support diya. "Ahhh... jaan... tum itna achha blowjob kaise deti ho... oh God..." Uska jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Trupti ka deep-throat aur uski wet jeebh ka jaadu Abhay ko behosh kar raha tha. Trupti ne apni speed badha di. Uska sar aage-peeche ho raha tha, uske hoth Abhay ke lund ki patti par ragad khate hue ek rhythmic sucking sound nikaal rahe the.
Abhay ke lund ki nerves phool gayi. "Trupti... main... main nikalne wala hoon! Main bahar nikaal doon?"
Trupti ne blowjob roke bina apni aankhein upar uthai aur andhere mein Abhay ko dekha. Usne apna muh bahar nahi nikala—balki lund ko aur gehra andar pakad liya aur apna gala khol diya. Usne ishara kiya ki woh cum andar legi.
Abhay ab aur sabr nahi kar saka. Usne Trupti ke sar ko pakda aur teen-chaar gehre jhatke maare.
Pulse... Pulse...
Abhay ka garam, patla cum Trupti ke muh ke andar shoot hone laga. Trupti ne bina kisi nafrat ke Abhay ke cum ko apni jeebh par jhela aur use ek hi ghoont mein gulp karke nigal gayi. Usne Abhay ke lund ki cap ko aakhiri baar apni jeebh se poora chaat kar saaf kiya, jaise koi ice-cream chaat raha ho.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans chhodi aur back seat par tik gaya, uska jism relaxed ho gaya tha. "You are amazing, Trupti... I love you so much."
Trupti uth kar wapas apni seat par baith gayi. Usne apne hothon ko napkin se pocha, kurti ke buttons band kiye, aur bra ko set kiya. Uske muh mein abhi bhi Abhay ke cum ka taste tha.
“Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon, Abhay...” Trupti ne soft aawaz mein kaha, aur uske maathe par kiss kiya.
Lekin uske dil ke andar ek bhari, kaala bojh tha. Abhay ko nahi pata tha ki uski future wife ke jism par uske future devar (jo asl mein uska apna beta hai) ke bite marks hain. Use nahi pata tha ki subah hi uski choot mein kisi aur ka cum tha, aur aaj shaam woh kisi aur ke lund ka ras nigal rahi hai.
Movie khatam hui. Theatre ki lights on ho gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur bahar nikal aaye. Usne Trupti ko ice-cream khilayi, thodi der baatein ki, aur phir use ek safe taxi mein bitha diya.
“Ghar safely pahunchna jaan. Kal milte hain,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha.
Taxi start hui. Trupti ne window se bahar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aasu aa gaye the. Ek taraf Abhay ka yeh innocent, sacha pyar... aur doosri taraf Rahul ka woh bhayanak, possessive aur incestuous kabza. Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—jo ek rani ki tarah dono ko apne jism se nacha rahi thi, lekin andar se poori tarah toot chuki thi.
Taxi Khanna Mansion ke gate par ruki. Trupti ne fare diya aur ghar ke andar kadam rakha.
Andar jaate hi uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka message:
“Theatre mein enjoy kiya na Mom? Ab jaldi se mere kamre mein aao. Raat ka khel abhi shuru hona baaki hai.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li. Uske jism mein ek baar phir darr aur tharak ka nasha daud gaya.
Aaj raat phir se uska beta use chodega.
Aur kal phir se Abhay ka pyar use sambhalega.
Dono ke beech woh poori tarah se phans chuki thi.

Raat ke 9:45 baj rahe the.
Trupti mall aur theatre ke us haseen, lekin jhoothe sapne se laut kar seedha Khanna Mansion ke apne master bedroom mein chali gayi. Uski har ek chaal mein thakan aur ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Usne apni peach-coloured kurti aur jeans utaar kar ek patli, dark maroon rang ki satin nighty pehen li. Nighty ka kapda behad halka aur transparent sa tha, jo uske bhare hue 38-inch boobs aur patli kamar ki shape ko poori tarah ubhar raha tha.
Mirror ke saamne khade hokar usne apne hothon ko dekha—abhi bhi thode sujay hue aur laal the Abhay ke soft kisses aur uske blowjob ke jhatkon se. Uske boobs par Abhay ke halka se dante aur jeebh ke nishaan the, jo satin ke neeche se jhalak rahe the.
Usne bathroom mein jaakar thande paani se apna face wash kiya, lekin uske dimaag se theatre ka woh scene nikal hi nahi raha tha. Abhay ki woh soft jeebh, uske nipples ko behad pyar se choosna, aur uska woh masoom promise—*"Shaadi ke baad har raat aise hi tumhe choosunga..."*
*Tak... Tak...*
Trupti ke bedroom ke darwaze par halki si, dabi hui dastak hui. Uski saans ek pal ke liye aatak gayi.
Darwaza dheere se khula aur Rahul andar dakhil hua. Usne turant darwaze ki kundi andar se laga di. Aaj usne koi t-shirt nahi pehni thi—sirf ek loose black shorts. Uske chaude, muscular kandhe, tight abs aur seene ke bal raat ki dim light mein chamak rahe the. Uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein woh shaitani chamak thi jo Trupti ab behad achhi tarah pehchanne lagi thi.
“Theatre se enjoy karke aa gayi, Mom?” Rahul ne room ke beech mein khade hokar, behad thandi aur rone waali aawaz mein seedha poocha.
Trupti ka chehra ekdam zard pad gaya. Usne nighty ke straps ko tight pakad liya. “K-Kaise pata... tumhe?”
Rahul ne ek shaitani hansi hansi. “Maine tere phone mein silent GPS tracking pehle se on kar rakhi hai. Aur waise bhi... tera yeh chehra dekh kar pata chal jaata hai. Soft pink lipstick ab poori tarah smudge ho chuki hai... aur teri aankhon mein wahi tharak aur guilty chamak hai. Kiss kiya na usne tujhe?”
Trupti ne apni gardan neeche jhuka li, uski nazrein flooring par tiki thi. “Rahul... please... aaj raat mujhe chhod do... main bahut thak gayi hoon...”
Rahul ne do kadam aage badhaaye aur Trupti ke bilkul samne aakar khada ho gaya. Usne apni do ungliyon se Trupti ki chin ko pakad kar uska chehra upar uthaya. Uske chehre par koi reham nahi tha.
“Bata mujhe. Poori kahani. Har ek detail,” Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein aag daalte hue kaha. “Kahan-kahan haath lagaya usne? Kahan-kahan choosa? Kya-kya kaha usne tere jism ke saath khelte hue? Ek-ek baat mujhe abhi batayegi tu.”
Trupti ki aankhein aasuon se bhar gayi, lekin uske hothon par ek ajeeb sa darr aur tharak ka mix khauf tha. “Woh... movie ke dauran... usne pehle mera naram haath pakda. Phir usne mujhe apni taraf khincha aur... mere hothon par kiss kiya. Behad soft... loving kiss...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke jaw ko thoda aur tight pakda. Usne apna doosra haath aage badha kar Trupti ki maroon satin nighty ke dono straps ko ek saath neeche ki taraf khinch diya.
*Slipp...*
Satin ki nighty Trupti ki smooth skin se phisalti hui uski kamar tak gir gayi. Peeche koi bra nahi thi—Trupti ke dono 38-inch ke gora, bhare hue aur garam boobs poori tarah Rahul ki shikaari nazron ke samne nange ho gaye. Unki shapes par light dim roshni mein Abhay ke choosne se bane halka sa wetness abhi bhi chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange jism ko sar se paon tak dekha. Uske hothon par ek vishaili muskaan aayi. “Wah, Mom... kitni haseen lag rahi ho apni is raand jaisi nighty mein. Aisa lag raha hai jaise tu mere liye hi pehle se nangi hokar baithi thi.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke left boob ke tight, pink nipple ko apni ungli se touch kiya aur use round-round ghumane laga. “Aur bataye... yahan bhi muh maara usne?”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uski saansein phoolne lagi. “Haan... usne mere kurti ke buttons khol diye... bra ko ek taraf kiya... aur... aur usne dono boobs ko baari-baari apni mutthi mein bhara...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange boob ko poori mutthi mein le kar zor se dabaya. Trupti ke hothon se ek halki siskari nikli—"Mmmh!"
“Kaise choosa usne?” Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas apna muh lakar phusphusaya, uske daant Trupti ke earlobe ko chhoo rahe the. “Pyaar se? Ya meri tarah brutal tarike se?”
“Soft... behad soft...” Trupti ne kaampte hue confess kiya. “Uski jeebh... nipple ke aaspas ghoom rahi thi... usne pehle nipple ko thook se wet kiya... phir use poora apne muh mein bhar kar slow-slow suck karne laga...”
Rahul ki saans ekdam bhari ho gayi. Uske shorts ke andar uska 8-inch ka mota lund ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho gaya. Usne Trupti ko ek jhatke mein bed par phek diya. Trupti ki nighty uski jaanghon se upar saraq kar uske hips tak chali gayi. Uski nangi, gori jaanghein aur uske boobs bed par poori tarah expoed ho gaye.
Rahul Trupti ke upar aakar baith gaya. Usne apne dono haath Trupti ke dono nange boobs par rakh diye aur unhe behad berahmi se crush karne laga.
“Ab aur detail mein bata!” Rahul ne uske boobs ko masalte hue kaha, uski aawaz mein hawas daud rahi thi. “Pehle kaunsa boob liya usne apne muh mein? Kitni der tak choos raha tha woh tere is doodh se bhare hue boob ko? Aur tujhe... tujhe mere baap ki bahu hokar kisi doosre mard se apna boob chooswane mein maza aaya?”
Trupti ki aawaz kamp rahi thi, uski peeth bed se halki si uth rahi thi. “P-Pehle usne left waala boob liya... phir right waala... lagbhag 10-15 minute tak woh unhe baari-baari choosata raha... aur... aur haan... mujhe thoda maza... aane laga tha...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein jhuk kar Trupti ke left nipple ko apne poore muh mein bhar liya aur use behad berahmi se choosna shuru kar diya—bilkul Abhay ke opposite. Rahul ki jeebh aur uske daant Trupti ke sensitive nipple ko crush kar rahe the.
*Slurp... Bite... Slurp...*
“Ahhh! Rahul... d-daant mat lagao... ahh!” Trupti ne dabi hui cheekh maari. Usne apne dono haath Rahul ke muscular kandhon par rakh kar use thoda peeche karne ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne Trupti ke dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe uske sar ke upar bed par tight daba diya.
Rahul ne muh hata kar Trupti ki lal, sujhe hue nipple par apni thook chhod di. “Ab bata... kya kaha usne tera yeh boob chooste waqt?”
“Usne... usne meri aankhon mein dekha...” Trupti ki saans ukhad rahi thi. “Aur usne kaha ki... shaadi ke baad har raat... woh mere dono boobs ko aise hi choosa karega...”
Rahul behad zor se has pada. Uski hansi mein koi mamta ya pyar nahi tha—sirf ek ajeeb sa dominance tha. “Shaadi? Woh bhenchod abhi bhi sochta hai ki tu usse shaadi karegi? Woh soch raha hai ki tu uski wife banegi, jabki tu har raat apne hi bete ke lund par chudti hai! Kitna bada chutiya hai woh!”
Rahul ne ek haath se apne black shorts ko neeche sarak diya. Uska mota, phula hua aur garam lund bahar nikal aaya, jo hawa mein jhatke kha raha tha. Usne Trupti ke leg pieces ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Peeche satin nighty poori saraq chuki thi, aur Trupti ki geeli choot poori tarah Rahul ke samne nangi thi.
Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apne lund ke supar-cap ko Trupti ki choot par rakha aur ek hi violent jhatke mein poora andar dhas diya.
*Phattt!*
“Ahhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth poori tarah bed se hawa mein uth gayi. Usne apni aankhein zor se band kar li. Rahul ka 8-inch ka mota shaft uski choot ki narrow walls ko phadta hua seedha uske uterus ke mouth se ja takraya. Uski choot mein Abhay ke pyar ki jagah Rahul ka garam, laal lund poori tarah lock ho chuka tha.
Rahul ne bina kisi rukawat ke gehre, tez aur brutal strokes marna shuru kar diye. Bed ki springs har dhakke ke saath aawaz karne lagi—*Creek... Creek... Creek...*
“Bata mujhe!” Rahul ne har dhakke ke saath uske kaan mein pucha. “Jab woh tera boob choos raha tha... toh tera haath kahan tha?”
*Thapp!*
“U-Uske... uske baalon mein...” Trupti ki aawaz jhatkon ke saath nikal rahi thi. “Main... main uska sar apne boobs se chipka kar rakhi hui thi...”
*Thapp!*
“Aur tera touch kaisa lag raha tha use? Mere se zyada soft?” Rahul ne ek behad gehra dhakka maara jo Trupti ki choot ke sabse aakhiri kone ko hit kiya.
Trupti ne tadapte hue jawab diya, “H-Haan... uska touch soft tha... lekin...”
“Lekin kya, Mom? Bol!” Rahul ne uski kamar ko dono haatho se pakad kar aur tez jhatke maare.
“Lekin... tera lund... tera lund mujhe poori tarah phad deta hai... tera nasha alag hai, Rahul!” Trupti ne aakhirkaar apni hawas ko accept karte hue ronte hue kaha.
Rahul ki speed ab behad violent ho chuki thi. Uska nanga, sweaty jism Trupti ke nange, bhare hue jism se baar-baar takra raha tha. Uske boobs har dhakke ke saath hawa mein uchal rahe the. Rahul ne jhuk kar Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur ek behad wet, passionate kiss shuru kar di. Unki jeebh ek doosre ke thook se lapat gayi.
Rahul ne dhakke maarte hue Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Ab se jab bhi woh Abhay tera boob choosega... tujhe yaad aayega ki raat ko tera beta tujhe kaise bed par patak kar chodta hai. Jab woh tere hothon ko soft kiss karega, tujhe mere cum ka taste yaad aayega. Samjhi tu?”
Trupti ne sirf apna sar haan mein hila paayi. Uski choot Rahul ke lund ko tightly squeeze karne lagi thi. Uska poora jism ek violent orgasm ke kareeb pahunch chuka tha.
“Bata... theatre mein aur kya kiya tune uske saath?” Rahul ne aakhiri violent strokes maarte hue pucha.
“M-Maine... maine seat se neeche baith kar... uska lund apne muh mein liya tha...” Trupti ne poori tarah toot kar confess kar diya. “Maine uska cum apne muh mein nigala tha...”
Rahul ki putliyan aag se bhar gayi. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar teen behad gehre, akhri jhatke maare.
*Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!*
Rahul ne apne lund ko Trupti ki choot mein andar tak lock kar diya aur apna garam, gaadha aur behad mota cum Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein shoot karne laga.
*Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...*
Trupti ka jism bhi usi second ek behad khaufnaak orgasm se kaamp utha. Uski choot ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko baar-baar squeeze karne lage, aur usne apna garam paani apne hi bete ke lund par chhod diya. Dono bed par ek doosre se chipke hue, behad bhari saansein lene lage.
Rahul ne kuch minutes baad apna lund bahar nikala. *Plop!* Uska white, gaadha cum Trupti ki jaanghon par behne laga. Usne apne shorts pehne, Trupti ke nange boobs ko ek aakhiri baar tight press kiya, aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath room ki kundi khol kar bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti bed par nangi, aadhi nighty mein leti rahi. Uski jaanghon ke beech se Rahul ka cum bedsheet par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhon se aasu beh rahe the—lekin un aasuon mein sirf guilt nahi tha, balki ek ajeeb sa, andhera aur nashila satisfaction tha.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar...
Rahul ka yeh bhayanak, incestuous kabza...
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—ek aisi aurat jo ab do alag duniye ke nasha ko ek saath jee rahi thi.


Subah ke 8:15 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke vishal dining room mein subah ki thandhi dhoop kaanch ki badi khidkiyon se hokar aalishaan marble ke floor par phail rahi thi. Dining table par phir se wahi rasmi, ghutan-bhara mahaul qaaim tha. Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, uske haath mein news-paper khula tha, lekin uski aadat ke mutabiq uski nazrein akhbar ki khabron par kam aur aas-paas ke mahaul par zyaada thi.
Uske theek samne Rahul baitha tha, white t-shirt aur pyjama pehne hue, bilkul relaxed. Aur un dono ke beech Trupti silent tarike se chai ke cups aur hot breakfast ke trays arrange kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne aaj ek simple cream-coloured ki georgette saree pehni thi, jiska blouse thoda ooncha tha taaki kal raat ke Rahul ke daanton ke gehre bite marks poori tarah se chhip sakein. Raat waale bhayanak aur brutal jhatkon ke nishaan ab halka pad chuke the, lekin Trupti ke jism ke har ek kone mein—uski jaanghon ke beech aur uske sensitive nipples par—abhi bhi ek ajeeb si thakan, dard aur hyper-sensitivity thi.
Jab bhi woh kettle uthate hue Rahul ke chair ke paas se guzarti, uska jism apne aap thoda taut ho jaata, uski saansein ruk si jaati. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi subah ke wash ke bawajood Rahul ke cum ki wo familiar garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ko thoda sa neeche kiya. Uski sharp, business-minded aankhein Trupti ke kaampte hue haathon aur uske shant chehre par aakar ruk gayi.
“Trupti, kal raat tum bahut late soyi ho na?” Sanjeev ne sudden, bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Main raat ko do baar uth kar dekha... tum bed par nahi thi.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui ceramic kettle halki si hili, chai ki do boond table-cloth par gir gayi. Usne jaldi se apne aap ko sambhala.
“J-Ji... wo mujhe thodi der se neend aayi,” Trupti ne nazrein neeche rakhte hue phusphusaya. “Bhari headache tha, isliye main thodi der drawing room mein baith kar thandhi hawa le rahi thi...”
Sanjeev ne akhbar ko poori tarah table par rakh diya. Uski gambhir aankhein Trupti ke chehre ke ek-ek muscle ko scan kar rahi thi.
“Headache? Tumhari aankhon ke neeche halki si sujan hai Trupti. Aur... tumhara behaviour pichle kuch dino se mujhe kaafi badla hua lag raha hai. Jab se Rahul wapas aaya hai, tum uske samne aate hi achanak... thodi tense aur nervous ho jaati ho.”
Trupti ne chai ka cup Sanjeev ke samne rakha, uski ungliyan cup se takrakar halki si kaampi. Usne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal, ek dutiful wife ki tarah rakhne ki koshish ki, “Aap... aap zyaada soch rahe hain Sanjeev. College ke final year ke exams abhi khatam hue hain, aur summer vacation mein ghar ke kaam... bas thakan hai aur kuch nahi.”




Rahul ne chupchap apne toast par butter lagate hue dono ki baat suni. Uske hothon ke kone par ek behad halki, shaitani aur victorious smile aayi. Usne apni maa ki ghabrahat aur apne baap ke dimaag mein panapte hue shak ko behad kareeb se dekha.
Sanjeev ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. “Rahul, beta... tum apni maa se baat karo. Mujhe lagta hai shaadi ke itne saalon baad achanak studies restart karne ka pressure inpar aa raha hai. Tum dono college ke baare mein discuss kar liya karo.”
Rahul ne apni kaali, shikaari aankhein Trupti ke bhare hue jism par tikaate hue thandi aawaz mein jawab diya, “Main dekh lunga, Dad. Maa thodi overthink karti hain kabhi-kabhi. Main inka saara pressure door kar dunga.”
Rahul ke is double-meaning sentence ne Trupti ki reeth ki haddi mein ek thandhi aag dauda di. Usne jaldi se tray uthayi aur kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Kitchen ke andhere kone mein khade hokar usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Sanjeev ki nazrein ab pehle jaisi andhi nahi thi... wo surface ke neeche ke cracks ko dekhne laga tha.
Dopahar ke 1:00 baje Sanjeev urgent client meeting ke silsile mein office nikal gaya. Khanna Mansion mein phir se wohi bhari, ghutan-bhari khamoshi chha gayi.
Trupti drawing room ke sofa par baithi hui sofa covers ko sahi kar rahi thi, jab peeche se Rahul ke kadmon ki silent aahat hui. Usne drawing room ka bhari wooden door andar se lock kar diya.
Rahul seedha Trupti ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Uske jism se ek mardana garmi aur dominance ki mehak aa rahi thi.
“Dad ko shak hone laga hai Mom...” Rahul ne behad halki, phusphusate hue tone mein kaha.
Trupti ne uth kar ghabrahat mein Rahul ka haath pakad liya. “Isliye toh main keh rahi hoon Rahul... please thoda control karo! Agar Sanjeev ko thoda sa bhi pata chala toh hum sab barbaad ho jayenge—”
Rahul ne Trupti ka muh apne chaude haath se forcibly dabocha. Usne Trupti ko sofa par peeche ki taraf push kar diya.
“Control? Main kyun control karoon?” Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui, brutal aawaz mein kaha. “Agar mere baap ko shak ho raha hai, toh use shak hone do. Khatre ka yeh khel hi toh mujhe sabse zyaada nasha deta hai. Aur sun... aaj raat main master bedroom mein bilkul nahi aaunga.”
Trupti ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Usne Rahul ke haath ke neeche se bolne ki koshish ki, “Mmmf... kya?”
“Aaj raat tu khud mere kamre mein aayegi,” Rahul ne uske gaal ko tight press karte hue command diya. “Dad 11 baje ke baad behosh hokar so jaate hain. Tu 11:30 baje mere room ka darwaza khol kar andar aayegi. Aur agar tu nahi aayi... toh main khud master bedroom mein ghus kar Dad ke samne se tujhe baalon se pakad kar utha launga.”
Usne Trupti ke muh se haath hataya aur jhuk kar uske sujhe hue, soft hothon par ek behad wet aur possessive kiss chhod diya, apni jeebh Trupti ke muh mein daal kar uske thook ko choosa.
“Aur haan... kal jo theatre mein us Abhay ke saath hua tha... tune sirf aadhi kahani sunayi hai. Woh tera boob chooste waqt tera haath kitna betaab tha, woh poori baat aaj raat mere room mein karegi tu.”
Rahul sofa se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Trupti sofa par leti hui haampne lagi. Uski saans teez chal rahi thi. Ek taraf pati Sanjeev ka badhta hua shak, doosri taraf apne hi bete Rahul ka yeh jaanleva aur incestuous pressure, aur teesri taraf Abhay ka woh innocent, masoom pyar... teen alag-alag dishaayein uske jism aur aatma ko beech se cheer rahi thi.
Shaam ko Sanjeev ghar wapas lauta. Dinner ke table par woh kaafi khamosh tha. Khaana khate waqt usne sudden Trupti ke right hand ki taraf dekha.
“Trupti... tumhare haath mein yeh naya silver ring kab se hai?” Sanjeev ne achanak poocha.
Trupti ke haath se chammach plate par girne se bacha. Usne apne right hand ki index finger ko dekha. Abhay ne kal shopping ke dauran use yeh simple, pyari si silver ring gift ki thi aur uske haath mein pehna di thi. Trupti ne socha tha Sanjeev aisi chhoti cheez notice nahi karega.
“Yeh... yeh college ki ek female friend ne diya tha. Uska delayed birthday gift tha,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka kar jhooth bola.
Sanjeev ne bas ek thanda “Hmm” kaha. Lekin uski teekhi nazrein Trupti ki ungli par tikki rahi, jaise wo us jhooth ke peeche ke sach ko padhna chahta ho.
Raat ke 11:20 baj rahe the.
Master bedroom mein Sanjeev peeth ke bal leta hua, behosh jaisi neend mein so chuka tha. Uski bhari saansein room mein goonj rahi thi.
Trupti bed par leti hui thi, uski aankhein andhere mein khuli thi. Uska dil ek paagal pakshi ki tarah uski chhati mein dhadak raha tha. Tabhi side table par rakhe uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka text message:
“5 minute hain tere paas. Mere room mein aa, nahi toh main Dad ko jaga kar wahan aata hoon.”
Trupti ki aakhein khauf aur tharak se bhar gayi. Usne dheere se bedsheet hatayi. Usne wahi maroon satin nighty pehen rakhi thi jo Rahul ko pasand thi. Woh bilkul silent tarike se master bedroom se bahar nikli. Corridor mein poora sannata tha. Uski nangi rangat aur satin nighty andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Usne Rahul ke room ke paas pahunch kar darwaza dheere se dhakela.
Rahul bed par baitha hua tha, sirf shorts mein. Uska nanga, muscular chest aur abs dim light mein shine kar rahe the. Usne Trupti ke andar aate hi darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya.
“Aa gayi...” Rahul ke chehre par ek behad ghamand aur satisfaction ki smile aayi.
Trupti uske samne khadi thi, haath peeche kiye hue, uski saansein ukhad rahi thi. “Rahul... please... agar Sanjeev uth gaye aur unhe pata chal gaya—”
Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ko apni taraf khincha aur use apne garam, nange seene se daba liya.
“Pata nahi chalega. Aur agar chal bhi gaya, toh wo tera beta nahi, main tera maalik hoon,” Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. “Ab bata... theatre mein jab woh Abhay tera boob apne muh mein le kar choos raha tha... toh teri choot mein kitna paani aaya tha? Ek-ek detail bata. Aur aaj raat... main tujhe bed par ulta patak kar lunga.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ke satin nighty ke straps ko neeche gira diya. Satin ka kapda phisalta hua flooring par ja gira. Trupti ab Rahul ke bedroom ke bed ke samne poori tarah nangi khadi thi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski gori jaanghein.
Ghar ke doosre hisse mein soye hue pati Sanjeev se bilkul anjaan, maa aur bete ka yeh naya, gehra aur aag se bhara taboo khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.
Khanna Mansion ke closed doors ke peeche, aag ab poori tarah bhadak chuki thi.


Subah ke 8:40 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke grand dining hall mein subah ki dhoop heavy silk curtains se chhan kar aalishaan dining table par pad rahi thi. Table par roz ki tarah aalishaan breakfast aur garam chai sajaye gaye the, lekin mahaul mein ek ajeeb sa, bhaari tanaav tha.
Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, aaj pichle do dino se zyada serious aur khoi-khoi rangat mein. Usne newspaper apne samne failaya hua tha, lekin uski teekhi, tajurbe-kar aankhein khabron ko kam aur Trupti ke ek-ek kadam ko zyada notice kar rahi thi. Pichle do dino se Trupti ke behaviour mein jo subtle, par saaf badlaav aaye the—uska har baat par halka sa flinch karna, nervous glances, late night bedrooms se missing hona—woh Sanjeev ke sharp business dimaag mein continuously ghum rahe the.
Trupti table par chai serve kar rahi thi. Aaj usne ek behad soft, light-blue georgette saree pehni thi. Blouse ki fitting tight thi, lekin saree ke neeche usne aaj koi panty nahi pehni thi. Rahul ne kal raat apne room mein strict aur clear instructions diye the—“Subah jab table par aayegi, toh neeche bilkul nangi aayegi. Mujhe meri Mom bina kisi rukaawat ke chahiye.”
Saree ka naram kapda Trupti ki nangi, gori jaanghon par seedha touch ho raha tha. Har ek kadam ke saath use apni choot mein ek ajeeb sa thandak aur bhayankar tharak feel ho raha tha.
Rahul table ke doosre side par baitha tha, casual white shirt ke sleeves ko rolled up kiye, ek haath se apna phone scroll karte hue. Uski aankhein bilkul relaxed aur masoom dikh rahi thi, jaise koi shareef beta ho. Lekin Trupti behad achhi tarah jaanti thi ki us masoom chehre ke peeche kitna shaitan dimaag aur hawas bhara pada hai.
Sanjeev ne newspaper se nazar hataaye bina, apni thandi, bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Trupti... aaj subah tumhari awaaz thodi kamzor aur kaampthi hui lag rahi hai. Health theek toh hai na tumhari? Tumhare chehre ka rang bhi udha hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui glass saucer halki si kharkharayi. Usne jaldi se cup table par rakha. “J-Ji Sanjeev... main bilkul theek hoon. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui, isliye...” Uski aawaz mein halka sa kampna saaf mehsoos ho raha tha.
Tabhi table ke neeche, Rahul ne dheere se apna right leg aage badhaya. Uske leather slipper ki tip Trupti ki nangi, gori leg par aakar ragadne lagi. Rahul ne apna paon Trupti ki saree ke neeche se thoda upar sarqa diya aur uske ankle se hote hue uski calf muscle ko press kiya. Usne apni aankhon ke kone se Trupti ko dekha aur halka sa ishara kiya—Neeche aa.
Trupti ka dil ekdam se zor se dhadakne laga. Uski saans atke jaisi ho gayi. Usne ek nazar Sanjeev par daali—Sanjeev newspaper ke page ko turn kar raha tha, uska poora dhyaan financial news par tha. Rahul ne table ke neeche se Trupti ki leg ko aur zor se daba kar ishara kiya, is baar thoda aggressive aur tez.
Trupti ne tray ko table par rakha aur apni kaampthi aawaz mein bola, “Main... kitchen se fresh toast dekh kar aati hoon, thoda thanda ho gaya hai...”
Trupti kitchen ki taraf badhne ka natak karte hue thoda aage gayi, lekin phir dining table ke peeche se ghum kar seedha Rahul ke side aa gayi. Dining table par laid-out tablecloth behad lambi thi—pure white damask silk, jo almost floor ko touch kar rahi thi aur neeche ka poora aahaata ek andhere hideout mein badal chuki thi.
Trupti ne ek behad gehre, bhari saans li. Uski kamar ke neeche nangi choot mein ek teekha tharak ka jhatka laga. Usne silent tarike se silk tablecloth ka kone thoda uthaya aur dheere se dining table ke neeche ghus gayi.





Tablecloth neeche girte hi poora andhera chha gaya. Table ke neeche ki jagah behad tight aur enclosed thi. Trupti marble floor par apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Rahul ke nange pairon ke samne uski saree ka pallu phail gaya.
Rahul ne already apne loose casual shorts ki zip neeche bajayi hui thi. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund underwear se bahar nikal kar aadha erect ho chuka tha, uski nasein ubhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ke garam, kaampte hue haathon ne uske lund ko pakda, Rahul ka shaft ekdam patthar jaisa hard aur garam ho gaya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki bhari, authoritative aawaz table ke upar se saaf goonj rahi thi. “Rahul, San Francisco ke board meeting ke baare mein socha tumne? Kal jo presentation humne prepare ki thi, use solid rakhna hoga. International board members behad strict hain.”
“Haan Dad, main poori tarah ready hoon,” Rahul ne upar se bilkul calm, normal aur professional tone mein jawab diya.
Lekin table ke neeche, Rahul ne apna ek haath hidden tarike se neeche Bheja aur Trupti ke baalon ko mutthi mein tightly pakad liya. Usne Trupti ke sar ko aage dhakelte hue apne hard, tana hue lund ki tip ko Trupti ke soft hothon par press kar diya.
Trupti ne andhere mein apna muh poora khola. Rahul ka garam, mota lund uske hothon ke beech se hote hue uske garam muh ke andar dakhil ho gaya.
Slurp...
Trupti ne behad controlled aur silent tarike se suck karna shuru kiya. Uski wet jeebh Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ke aaspas round-round ghoom rahi thi, uske thook se lund ki cap poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Phir woh apne hothon ko tight wrap karke lund ko aage-peeche lene lagi.
Upar Sanjeev ki aawaz continue thi. “Financial reports mein pichle quarter ke kuch gaps hain Rahul. Unhe hume USA departure se pehle hi fix karna hoga.”
Rahul ne newspaper par apni nazrein tikaaye rakhte hue jawab diya, “Haan Dad, main aane waale 2 dino mein saare gaps fix kar dunga, aap tension mat lijiye.”
Table ke neeche Rahul ke doosre haath ne Trupti ke baalon ke joodhe ko pakad rakha tha. Woh Trupti ke muh ko ek khiloone ki tarah control kar raha tha. Dheere-dheere Rahul apne hips ko thoda aage slide karke apne mota lund Trupti ke gale tak dhakel raha tha.
Gulp... Slurp...
Trupti ki aankhon se dard aur excitement ke aasu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage. Lekin usne bilkul aawaz nahi nikaali, kyunki Sanjeev ka paon unke bilkul paas hi rakha hua tha. Uska poora muh apne hi sage bete ke phule hue lund se bhara hua tha. Har baar jab Rahul lund ko gehra andar maarta, Trupti ka gala tight ho jata aur use lagta ki uski saans ruk jayegi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ka page turn kiya. Rustle... Rustle...
“Trupti? Toast kahan reh gaya? Kitni der laga rahi ho tum aaj?” Sanjeev ne thodi irritate aawaz mein pucha.



Trupti ke dimaag mein panic daud gaya. Usne ghutnon ke bal khade-khade apni sucking ki speed dugni kar di. Uski jeebh Rahul ke lund ki underside patti ko tezi se chaatne lagi. Rahul ne Trupti ke sar ko aur tight daba kar apne lund ka poora head Trupti ke gale ke andar dhas diya.
Table ke neeche se wet sucking aur gagging ki behad halki gluck-gluck aawaz nikal rahi thi, lekin silk tablecloth ne un aawazon ko andar hi daba diya.
Rahul ki saans ab thodi teez aur bhari hone lagi thi, lekin usne apne chehre par bilkul normal expressions rakhe hue the. Usne Trupti ke muh se lund ko aadha bahar nikala, uske pre-cum se bhari cap ko Trupti ke sujhe hue hothon par ragda, aur phir ek hi gehre jhatke mein poora lund wapas gale tak ghusa diya.
“Jaldi kar Mom...” Rahul ne bilkul dheemi, phusphusati hui shaitani aawaz mein table ke neeche kaha.
Trupti ne apne dono naram haath Rahul ke muscular thighs par tight tika diye aur poori taqat se apni mouth-speed badha di. Uski jeebh, uske hoth aur uske throat ka internal pressure—sab kuch Rahul ko peak tak pahunchane ke liye kaam kar raha tha.
Kuch hi seconds ke andar Rahul ka poora jism ekdam tight ho gaya. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko tight pakad kar uske sar ko apne lund par lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, mota aur gaadha cum Trupti ke gale ke andar aur uske muh mein shoot hone laga. Ek ke baad ek garam jhatke Trupti ke mouth mein bharne lage. Trupti ne bina kisi rukawat ke, apna gala khol kar uske garam cum ko gulp... gulp... karke nigalna shuru kar diya.
Baaki jo cum nigla nahi gaya, woh uske soft hothon ke kone se nikal kar uski chin aur saree ke pallu par behne laga. Trupti ne jaldi se apni jeebh nikaal kar Rahul ke lund ke head ko poora chaat kar saaf kiya.
Rahul ne apne shorts ki zip band ki aur table ke neeche se Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko thoda set kiya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki aawaz phir aayi, “Trupti?! Tum sun rahi ho ya nahi?”
Trupti ne table ke neeche se silent tarike se nikal kar, saree ka pallu sambhalte hue jaldi se kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaye. Uski nangi jaanghein kaamp rahi thi, uske hoth laal aur sujhe hue the, aur uske gale mein abhi bhi Rahul ke cum ka woh teekha, garam taste basa hua tha. Usne kitchen ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha, chin par se white cum ko tissue se saaf kiya, toast ki plate li aur wapas dining table par aa gayi.
Sanjeev ne toast liya aur Trupti ke chehre ko dekhte hue kaha, “Itni der kyun lag gayi Trupti?”
“G-Gas ka burner slow chal raha tha Sanjeev... isliye,” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal karke jawab diya aur Rahul ke samne waali seat par baith gayi.
Rahul ne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uske hothon par ek vishaili, victorious muskaan thi. Uski aankhon mein clear message tha—Good girl, Mom.
Sanjeev newspaper padhne mein busy ho gaya. Use ratti bhar bhi andaaza nahi tha ki uski dharmpatni abhi kuch hi seconds pehle, unke hi khane ke table ke neeche, unke hi bete ka cum nigal kar unke samne aakar baithi hai.
Trupti ne chai ka sip liya. Uska haath abhi bhi halka sa kaamp raha tha. Uski saree ke neeche nangi choot se abhi bhi geela-pan ras raha tha.
Ghar ke is normal dikhne waale subah ke peeche jo incestuous paap chal raha tha, woh ab din-b-din behad gehra aur dangerous hota ja raha tha.
Aur unka USA departure ab sirf kuch hi dino ki doori par tha...

Raat ke 11:50 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom mein Sanjeev gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari, regular aur eksoor thi. Kal subah 6:00 baje woh aur Rahul airport ke liye nikalne wale the—USA ke liye. Ek poora saal. Business studies, company expansion, aur international mergers ke silsile mein. Sanjeev shuruat ke kuch mahine saath rahega, phir beech-beech mein India aata-jaata rahega, lekin Rahul... woh poora ek saal wahan rahega.
Trupti bed ke kinare par baithi hui thi. Usne ek simple, jet-black satin ki nighty pehen rakhi thi. Uska dil chhati mein ek paagal pakshi ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Kal subah se yeh vishal Khanna Mansion, yeh bade-bade kamre, sirf uska aur iski khali walls ka hoga. Rahul ek saal ke liye door chala jaayega.
Tak...
Darwaze ka latch behad aahista se ghuma.
Rahul andar dakhil hua. Is baar usne koi kapda ya shorts nahi pehna tha—sirf ek white towel kamar ke aaspas lapeta hua tha. Usne silent tarike se darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya. Phir woh slow, deliberate kadmon se Trupti ke paas aaya. Uske nange, muscular chest par sweat ki halki boondein chamak rahi thi.
“Kal subah 6 baje airport ke liye nikalna hai,” Rahul ne behad thandi, phusphusati hui aawaz mein kaha. “Ek saal, Mom. Poora ek saal.”
Trupti ne nazrein utha kar uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein dekha. Uski apni aankhon mein khauf, guilt aur ek ajeeb sa khali-pan tair raha tha. “Rahul... itna lamba waqt...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein Trupti ki chin ko apni mutthi mein pakda. “Isliye aaj raat main tujhe itna yaad rakhne layak banaunga ki tu har raat mujhe apne andar feel karegi. Har subah jab uthegi, aur har baar jab tu mirror mein apna nanga jism dekhegi.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ki black nighty ko dono haathon se pakda aur ek hi violent jhatke mein upar se kheench kar phadte hue utaar diya.
Rippp...
Satin ka kapda do tukdon mein bat kar flooring par ja gira. Trupti poori tarah nangi ho gayi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski nangi, gori jaanghein master bedroom ki dim light mein chamakne lagi.
Rahul ne apni kamar se towel bhi khol kar phek diya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund already ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho kar uski thigh par jhatke kha raha tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ko bed par nahi litaya. Usne Trupti ki baanh pakadi aur use bed se neeche kheench kar floor par bichhe hue bhari Turkish carpet ke upar phek diya—bilkul wahi jagah, bed ke theek bagal mein, jahan pehli raat unhone soye hue Sanjeev ke paas kiya tha. Symbolism poori tarah clear tha.
Rahul ek bhookhe shikaari ki tarah uske nange jism ke upar aa gaya. Usne sabse pehle Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar kar behad violent, punishing kiss shuru kar di. Uski jeebh Trupti ke muh ke aakhiri kone tak jaakar uska thook choosne lagi.
Slurp... Slurp...
Phir woh Trupti ke hothon se hata aur uski gori gardan par chala gaya. Is baar Rahul ne sirf soft, loving kisses ya light bites nahi diye. Usne apne daanton ko Trupti ki sensitive skin mein gadhate hue gehre, intentional bite marks chhode—collarbone par, gardan ke side par, aur uske dono 38-inch ke boobs ke naram niphils ke aaspas. Aise laal-baingani marks jo hafte tak nahi mitenge, jinhe conceal karna aasan nahi hoga.
“Ahh... Rahul... mmh! D-Daant mat lagao... yeh marks dikh jaayenge...” Trupti ne dabi hui, tadapti hui aah nikaali. Uska sar carpet par idhar-udhar hil raha tha.




Dikhne do!” Rahul ne uske left boob ko poori mutthi mein crush karte hue kaha. “Agar dikhe, toh mere baap se bol dena ki insect ne kaat liya hai, ya door se lad gayi hai! Mujhe koi farak nahi padta. Teri skin par mera nishaan rehna chahiye.”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi legs ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Bina kisi foreplay ke, bina kisi mercy ke, usne apne mota lund ke head ko Trupti ki geeli choot par rakha aur ek hi gehre, forceful jhatke mein poora andar tak ghus diya.
Phattt!
“Ahhhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth carpet se hawa mein uth gayi. Uski aakhein phail gayi.
Rahul ka shaft uski uterine wall ko hit kar gaya. Rahul ne uske dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe Trupti ke sar ke upar carpet par tight daba diya aur behad aggressive, violent pace mein dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
Yeh pehli raaton jaisa controlled ya chhupta hua khel nahi tha. Yeh pure possessive dominance tha. Almost angry. Jaise woh ek saal ka intezaar aur doori abhi isi waqt Trupti ke jism se nikaal raha ho.
“Ek saal...” Rahul uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar har dhakke ke saath phusphusa raha tha, uski saans garam aag jaisi Trupti ki skin par lag rahi thi. “Is ek saal mein tu us Abhay ke saath soft-soft khelti rehna. Usse apne boobs choosne dena, usse kiss karne dena, usse shaadi ke jhoothe sapne dekhne dena... lekin har second yaad rakhna... tera jism mera hai! Teri choot meri hai! Tera orgasm aur tera paani sirf meri permission se nikalta hai!”
Trupti ki aankhon se continuous aasu beh kar carpet ko geela kar rahe the. Uska poora jism Rahul ke bhari, brutal jhatkon ke saath hil raha tha. Rough carpet uski nangi peeth par ragad kha raha tha, jisse ek teekha nasha aur dard paida ho raha tha. Har ek dhakka itna gehra tha jaise Rahul uske uterus ke andar apni permanent mohar laga raha ho.
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein position badal li. Usne Trupti ko ghutnon ke bal kar diya—doggystyle position mein. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar use thoda aage jhukaya aur peeche se ek hi violent stroke mein poora lund andar ghusa diya.
Thapp!




Usne ek haath se Trupti ke lambe baalon ko mutthi mein pakad kar uska sar peeche ki taraf khincha, aur doosre haath se uske jhulte hue heavy boob ko masalne laga. Dhakke ab aur teez, aur bhayanak ho chuke the. Room mein sirf unke jismon ke takrane ki wet thapp-thapp aawaz goonj rahi thi, jo soye hue Sanjeev ki saanson ke neeche dab rahi thi.
“Jab main USA mein rahunga...” Rahul ne saans phoolte hue, Trupti ke kaan ke paas kaha, “...toh tu har week mujhe encrypted video call par nangi hokar dikhayegi. Mujhe batayegi ki Abhay ne kab aur kahan haath lagaya. Ek-ek detail degi. Samjhi tu?”
“H-Haan... Rahul... haan...” Trupti ne ghutnon par tike-tike, toot kar dabi aawaz mein confess kiya. Uska jism ab control mein nahi tha.
Rahul ne apni speed ko peak par pahuncha diya. Uska sweaty, muscular body Trupti ke nange hips se baar-baar takra raha tha. Kuch hi seconds baad, Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad liya aur apne 8-inch ke lund ko Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, gaadha aur heavy cum Trupti ki choot ke andar shoot hone laga. Garam paani ke itne jhatke andar gire ki woh uski choot se bahar nikal kar uski nangi jaanghon aur carpet par behne laga.
Lekin khel abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikala—Plop! Usne Trupti ko carpet par ghumaya, aur apne cum se lapat, abhi bhi aadhe hard lund ko seedha Trupti ke chehre aur hothon ke paas laakar khada kar diya.
“Saaf kar ise. Ek boond bhi nahi rehni chahiye.”
Trupti ne bina kisi hesitation ke apna muh khola. Usne Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ko apne hothon mein bhara, uski underside ko apni jeebh se chaata, aur apne hi choot se nikle aur Rahul ke cum ko poori tarah choos kar saaf kiya, jab tak ki uska lund poori tarah soft nahi ho gaya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko sehlaya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa, thanda satisfaction tha.
“Kal subah jab main USA ke liye jaaunga... toh yeh saare bites aur marks tere jism par honge. Har baar jab tu kapde badlegi, har baar jab tu nahayegi, tujhe yaad aayega ki tu kiski rani hai. Ek saal baad jab main wapas lautunga... toh main ek-ek mark check karunga ki tu kitni badli hai... ya kitni meri reh gayi hai.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko floor se uthaya aur use bed par Sanjeev ke doosre side par litaya. Sanjeev abhi bhi ek taraf karwat liye so raha tha, apni patni aur bete ke is bhayanak paap se poori tarah anjaan.
Rahul ne Trupti ke maathe par ek aakhiri, soft kiss kiya.
“So ja. Kal subah 5:30 baje uthna hai. Main airport drop hone se pehle tujhe ek baar aur dekhna chahta hoon.”
Rahul ne floor se apna towel uthaya, kamar par lapeta, aur room ki kundi khol kar chupchap bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti master bedroom ke andhere mein nangi, bedsheet lapete hue leti rahi. Uski gardan, uske breasts aur uski collarbone par Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani nishaan jalan kar rahe the. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi uske apne hi bete ka garam cum rasa hua tha. Aur uske dil ke andar ek behad bhaari, khali aur aag se bhara hua sannata tha.
Ek poora saal.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar... jo ab aage badhega.
Rahul ka woh kala, incestuous kabza... jo ab doosre desh se bhi use control karega.
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu, jo ab ek saal ke liye is aag ke khel mein akele jalne wali thi.

[Rinkp219]

Sach kahu toh bhai maza aagaya....

. superb fantastic updates....


Ek saal premi Abhay ke sath kya gull khilate hai.........

Waiting more

[Wildm]

Superb start bro

[Joker44]

Subah ki roshni Khanna Mansion ke bade-bade glass windows se hote hue pure drawing room mein phail chuki thi. Bahar garden mein chiriyon ki chahchahat thi, lekin ghar ke andar ek ajeeb si sannaata aur thandi khamoshi thi. Trupti ne apni aankhein kholi toh use pehle ek second ke liye laga ki shayad yeh sab ek bura sapna tha. Usne bed par karvat li, apna haath aage badhaya — par wahan sirf khali chaadar thi. Koi garam jism nahi, koi strong baahein nahi jo use apni taraf khech lein. Rahul ja chuka tha. Uska shehar, uska ghar, uske daant ke nishaan aur uski wo bhaari aawaz — sab pichle do dino mein jaise kahin gayab ho gaye the, aur peechhe chhod gaye the bas ye bada sa khali makan aur Trupti ka bechain dil.

Usne bistar se uthkar bathroom ki taraf kadam badhaye. Mirror ke saamne khade hokar jab usne apne chehre ko dekha, toh use wahi purani Trupti nazar aayi — campus ki Vice President, sabki pyaari, Abhay ki hone wali biwi. Lekin aankhon ke neeche wo dark circles, wo halki si soojan bata rahi thi ki sachai kuch aur thi. Kal raat Abhay ke saath bitaye gaye ghante aur woh soft, pure kiss abhi bhi uske hothon par the. Abhay ka pyaar ek safe harbour ki tarah tha, ek aisi zameen jahan pair rakhne par koi khatra nahi hota, koi darr nahi hota. Par Trupti ka dil ab us safe zameen par rehne ke kaabil nahi bacha tha. Rahul ka woh achanak aana aur fir yun chale jana, uske andar ek aisi aag laga gaya tha jo bujhne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Tayyar hokar jab woh niche aayi, toh ghar bilkul sunsaan tha. Staff apne kaam mein laga hua tha, par unki aawazein bhi dheeri thi jaise is ghar ki udaasi un par bhi haavi ho. Trupti ne kuch khane ki koshish ki, par niwala gale se niche nahi utra. Usne apna bag uthaya aur gate ki taraf chal di. Bahar auto ki talash mein khadi thi ki tabhi ek familiar black bike aakar uske saamne ruki.
Abhay helmet utaar raha tha. Uske chehre par wahi chamak thi jo hamesha hoti thi jab woh Trupti ko dekhta tha. Usne apni black shirt pehni thi, baal thode se hawa mein bikhre hue the. Usne bike ka stand lagaya aur seedha Trupti ke paas aaya.
“Good morning, jaan,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha aur ek coffee cup uski taraf badhaya. “Teri favourite, extra cream ke saath. Mujhe pata hai tu subah jaldi mein kuch nahi khati, isliye yehi tera breakfast hai aaj.”



Trupti ne cup lete hue usko dekha. Uske haath ki garmahat cup se hote hue Trupti ke hatho tak pahunchi. “Thank you, Abhay… tu har baar mera itna khayal kyun rakhta hai?”

Abhay ne uska haath apne haath mein liya aur halka sa dabaya. “Kyunki tu meri hai. Aur 3rd year ka pehla din hai, college gate par sabki nazrein hum par hongi. Tu thodi nervous lag rahi hai?”
“Nahi… bas neend puri nahi hui,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka li.
College gate par pahunchte hi wahi bheed, wahi shor aur wahi purana mahol mila. 3rd year ke students ke beech ek alag hi energy thi. Junior students unhe respect se dekh rahe the. Jaise hi Abhay aur Trupti corridor mein enter hue, logon ki kaan-phusi shuru ho gayi. Abhay ko Student Council President aur Trupti ko Vice President ke roop mein dekhkar sabhi keh rahe the — “The ultimate power couple.”
Abhay ne apna ek haath Trupti ki kamar par rakha, use apne thoda aur kareeb kiya aur dheere se bola, “Dekh, sabhi log humein hi dekh rahe hain. Officially campus ke sabse cool couple ban chuke hain hum.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si muskaan apne chehre par laane ki koshish ki. “Haan… sab theek hai.”
Lekin din bhar lectures ke dauran Trupti ka dimaag kahin aur hi bhatakta raha. Professor board par equations likh rahe the, aur Trupti apni notebook mein bas Rahul ka naam likh-likh kar kaat rahi thi. Lunch break mein Abhay use canteen ke corner table par le gaya. Usne apne haath se Trupti ko khana khilaya, college fest ke bare mein bataya, aur unki aane wali shaadi ke sapne sajata raha. Trupti bas “hmm” aur “haan” kehti rahi. Uski aankhein Abhay ke chehre par thi, par dimaag Khanna Mansion ki uss dark room mein tha jahan Rahul ki T-shirt abhi bhi uske bistar par rakhi thi.
Shaam ko jab classes khatam hui, toh Abhay use ek peaceful café mein le gaya. Wahan ek isolated corner table par baith kar unhone coffee order ki. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath apne haathon mein liya aur apne anguthe se uski ungliyon ko sehlaane laga.
“Trupti, sach bata kya baat hai?” Abhay ki aawaz mein ab ek chinta thi, ek darr tha jo woh chhupa nahi paa raha tha. “Pichle do dino se tu mere paas hokar bhi mere paas nahi hai. Jab main tujhse baat karta hoon, tera dimaag kahin aur hota hai. Koi problem hai kya?”
Trupti ka gala sookh gaya. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha — wahi masoom, saccha pyaar jo uspar jaan chhidakta tha. Uske andar achanak guilt ka ek bada sa pahaad toot pada. Main iske saath dhokha kar rahi hoon.
“Kuch nahi, Abhay… bas ghar par thoda akelapan lag raha hai. Mummy-papa bahar gaye hain, aur ye bada sa ghar… ajeeb lagta hai,” Trupti ne aakhiri koshish karke jhooth bola.
Abhay ne uska haath uthakar apne gaal par laga liya. Uska touch itna warm aur comforting tha ki Trupti ke aansu nikalne hi wale the. “Main hoon na yaar. Jab tak main hoon, tu akeli kaise ho sakti hai? Chal, main tujhe abhi ghar chhod deta hoon, tu achhe se rest kar.”
Jab woh café se bahar nikle aur parking mein aaye, toh Abhay ne bina kisi warning ke Trupti ko apni taraf khinch liya. Usne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Wo kiss shuru mein bahut soft aur gentle tha. Abhay apne pure pyaar aur care ke sath uske hothon par apne hoth move kar raha tha, jaise woh Trupti ko har darr se azaad kar dena chahta ho. Trupti ne bhi aankhein band kar li aur us kiss ka jawab diya. Abhay ke haath uski kamar par the, unka physical contact dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya. Abhay ne apni jeebh se Trupti ke hothon ko kholne ki koshish ki, aur Trupti ne apna muh khol diya. Wo kiss lambi aur intense hoti gayi. Abhay ki saansein tez ho rahi thi, aur Trupti ke haath Abhay ke baalon mein jakad chuke the.



Lekin is gehre kiss ke beech, achanak se Trupti ke dimag mein Rahul ka woh roop aa gaya — woh brutal, possessive kiss, wo zidd, wo daant ke nishaan jo uske jism par chhod gaya tha. Wo aag jo Rahul ki ek jhalak se bhadak uthti thi, woh Abhay ke is pure aur gentle pyaar ke saamne ek alag hi daastan keh rahi thi.

Trupti ne hichkichaate hue apna chehra piche kiya. Usne apni saansein control ki.
Abhay ne thoda hairan hokar, pyaar bhari aankhon se use dekha. “Kya hua, jaan? Thhak gayi hai kya?”
“Haan… thoda headache ho raha hai, Abhay,” Trupti ne nazrein churate hue kaha.
Abhay ne uska maatha choom liya. “Koi baat nahi. Chal, ghar chalte hain.”
Raste bhar bike par baithte waqt Trupti ne Abhay ki kamar ko pakda hua tha, par uska jism thanda pad chuka tha. Jab Abhay ne use Khanna Mansion ke gate par utara, toh usne wahi standard alvida kaha — “Good night, jaan. Call karna mat bhoolna.” Trupti ne muskurate hue haan kaha aur gate ke andar chali gayi.
Jaise hi bada sa darwaza band hua aur andar andhera sa chhaya, Trupti ne apne heels utare aur seedhi upar Rahul ke room ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya, light on nahi ki, aur sidhe bed par gir gayi.
Usne wahi black T-shirt uthayi jo Rahul ki thi. Usne use apne chehre se chipka liya. Us T-shirt mein abhi bhi Rahul ke perfume ki wo heavy, masculine smell thi jo Trupti ke pure system ko nasha de rahi thi. Uski aankhon se ansu behnikle, jo ab tak roke hue the.
Ek taraf Abhay tha — campus ka hero, ek ideal boyfriend, ek aisi future life ki guarantee jismein sirf sukoon, izzat aur saaf-suthra pyaar tha. Abhay ke sath hone ka matlab tha ki samaj ki nazron mein sab kuch perfect tha.
Aur dusri taraf Rahul tha — ek aisi aandhi jo sab kuch ujaad kar rakh deti thi, ek aisi bhookh jo Trupti ke andar ke har ek dabaye hue armaan ko jaga deti thi, ek aisa rishta jo paap tha, jo galat tha, lekin jiske bina Trupti ka saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Usne T-shirt ko aur kas kar apne seene se laga liya. Hothon par Abhay ke kiss ki woh soft nami abhi bhi thi, lekin dil ke andar Rahul ke daant ke nishaanon ki jalan bhi taza thi. Wo dono duniya ke do alag kismo ke kinaro par khadi thi, aur beech mein thi Trupti — jo na Abhay ko chhod sakti thi, aur na Rahul ki us dark addiction se bahar aa sakti thi.
Kamre ke andhere mein Trupti ki siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Ek saal... abhi ek saal baaki tha college khatam hone mein, aur is lambi ladaai mein uska khud ka wajood kahan jaakar rukega, yeh woh khud nahi jaanti thi.


Shaam ke 6:45 baj rahe the.

Trupti ne mirror ke saamne khade hokar apni white top aur light-blue high-waist jeans ko ek baar phir dhyan se check kiya. Top ka neck thoda deep tha, jisse uski collarbones aur neck line saaf dikh rahi thi. Baal khule the, halki hawa mein udate hue. Hothon par soft pink lipstick thi jo uske chehre par ek fresh glow de rahi thi. Pichle kai dino se woh Abhay ke saath properly time spend nahi kar paayi thi — kabhi college ke kaam, kabhi personal commitments aur aisi hi baatein beech mein aa rahi thi. Aaj usne subah hi khud Abhay ko message karke kaha tha, "Aaj tu drive nahi karega. Main aati hoon."
Uske paas apni black Hyundai Creta thi, jo usne khud drive karne ke liye li thi. Doosri taraf, Abhay ke paas sirf ek purani bike thi, jis par woh aksar college aur baahar ghuma karta tha. Ek middle-class background se aane wale ladke ke liye yeh sab normal tha, aur Trupti ne kabhi bhi us baat ko ya uske paas gaadi na hone ko kabhi koi issue nahi banaya tha. Uske liye Abhay ka hona hi kaafi tha.
Woh gaadi lekar seedha Abhay ke ghar ke paas pahunchi. Abhay wahan already bahar khada uska intezaar kar raha tha — ek simple black shirt aur dark jeans mein, jiske sleeves usne elbows tak roll up kiye hue the. Usne jaise hi Trupti ki Creta ko dekha, uske chehre par ek rahat bhari aur pyaar bhari muskaan aa gayi.
Woh passenger seat ka darwaza kholkar baitha aur seat belt pehnta hua bola, "Aaj tu drive kar rahi hai?" usne thoda haste hue poocha.
Trupti ne gear shift karte hue kaha, "Haan. Tu hamesha mujhe apni bike par le jaata hai aur drive karta hai. Aaj main le jaa rahi hoon, mera bhi man tha."
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske gaal par apni ungli feri aur dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Phir toh aaj tu hi boss hai, madam."
Trupti ne halki si khubsoorat muskaan di aur gaadi aage badha di.
Pehle woh ek quiet aur peaceful lakeside restaurant gaye, jahan zyada bheed nahi thi. Dinner kaafi simple aur comfortable tha — white sauce pasta, garlic bread, aur refreshing mocktails. Poore dinner ke dauran Abhay ki nazrein sirf aur sirf Trupti par thi. Kabhi woh table ke across uska haath apne haath mein le leta, kabhi uske baalon ki lutt ko kaan ke peeche kar deta. Baatein kaafi normal aur sukoon bhari thin — college ki upcoming activities, college fest ke plans, aur unke future ke chote-chote sapne. Lekin is sab ke beech, Abhay ki nazar baar-baar ghoom-fir kar Trupti ke hothon par aur uske top ke deep neck par chali jaati thi, jisse uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak aa jaati thi.
Dinner khatam hone ke baad jab woh gaadi mein wapas aaye, toh Trupti ne steering wheel par haath rakhte hue kaha, "Chal… thodi der aur ghumte hain. Ghar jaane ka man nahi hai abhi."
Woh shehar ke shor-sharaabe se door, ek sunsaan aur isolated road ki taraf chal padi, jahan street lights kaafi kam thin aur road ke dono taraf bade-bade gane ped the. Mahol bilkul shant tha. Trupti ne gaadi roadside par lagakar engine band kar diya. Abhi gaadi ke andar sirf unki dheemi saansein thi aur AC ki halki si huming sound thi.
Abhay ne apni seat se mudkar uski taraf dekha aur poocha, "Yahan kyun ruk gayi? Kuch hua kya?"
Trupti ne bina kuch kahe apni seat belt kholi aur seat par thoda ghum kar Abhay ki taraf mudi. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si zid aur khichav tha. "Kyunki… mujhe tujhe kiss karna tha. Aur yahan koi nahi hai."
Abhay ki aankhon mein turant ek gahri garmi aur desire utar aayi. Usne ek pal bhi zaya kiye bina apna haath aage badhaya, Trupti ka chehra apne dono haathon ke cup mein liya, aur bina kisi der ke uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.



Pehla kiss kaafi slow aur soft tha, jaise dono ek doosre ki maujoodgi ko mehsoos kar rahe ho. Lekin dheere-dheere woh gehra hota gaya. Abhay ki jeebh ne jaise hi Trupti ke hothon ki lakeer ko chhuda, Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya. Unke hoth aapas mein milkar geele ho rahe the. Abhay ne bina soche uski kamar par apni mazboot pakad banayi aur usse apni taraf khinch liya. Beech mein rakhi hui gear console dono ke jism ke beech takra rahi thi, lekin is waqt unhe is baat se zara sa bhi fark nahi pad raha tha ki woh kahan the.

Kiss ke beech mein hi Abhay ki saansein bhari ho gayi thin. Usne dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein kaha, "Fuck… kitne soft hain tere hoth, Trupti. Roz subah uthkar yahi sochta hoon ki inhe kaise choosun, kaise apne paas rakhun."
Trupti ke munh se ek halki si moan nikaali. Usne apna ek haath Abhay ke baal mein daalakar uske sar ko aur zor se apne kareeb kar liya. Kiss aur zyada intense ho gaya. Is dauran Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki white top ke neeche chala gaya. Bina kisi jhijhak ke usne seedha uske left bra cup ko upar kiya aur uske nange, garam boob ko apne poore haath mein bhar liya.
"Ahh… Abhay…" Trupti ki ek patli si aawaz nikaal gayi aur uski peeth thodi si arch ho gayi.





Abhay ne uske soft nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech mein lekar halka sa press kiya. Uske tone mein ek alag hi possession tha. "Itne tight ho gaye hain… tu bhi nahi chahti thi na rukna? Sach bata, kitna miss kar rahi thi mujhe?"

Trupti ne sharm aur jism ki garmi se apni aankhein band kar li aur uska chehra phir se choom liya. Uske andar kahin na kahin ek chota sa guilt zaroor tha — ek aisi hi dastan ka jo purani yaadon aur doosre rishton se judi thi — lekin is waqt uske jism ne har ek sawal ka jawab sirf physical response dekar khatam kar diya tha. Abhay ne uske dono boobs ko top ke upar nikaal liya. Uski soft, bhari hui chhatiyan ab poori tarah Abhay ke nange haathon mein thin. Woh kabhi ek ko dabata, kabhi nipples ko pinch karta, aur phir khud ko rok na paakar jhuk gaya aur seedha uske ek boob ko apne munh mein bhar kar choosne laga.
"Abhay… aahh… yarr… aisi mat kar…" Trupti ki moan ab thodi tez aur behqti hui ho gayi thi. Usne Abhay ka sar apne boobs par aur zor se chipkaye rakha, apni ungliyon ko uske baalon mein uljhaate hue. Abhay uske left nipple ko apane geele munh mein lekar zor-zor se choos raha tha, apni jeebh ko uske palle par ghumate hue, jabki doosre haath se woh right boob ko daba raha tha.
"Itna tasty hai tu…" Abhay ne munh thoda hata kar, gaalon par paseena liye kaha. "Mera bas chale toh main roz din bhar bas inhe choosun. Tere ye soft boobs… sirf aur sirf mere hain."
Trupti ki saansein ab kaafi tez chal rahi thi, uske seene ka utaar-chadhaw saaf dikh raha tha. Usne bina soche Abhay ka ek haath pakda aur usse dheere se kheench kar apni jeans ke front button par rakh diya. Abhay ek pal ke liye ruka, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani aur deewangi bhari chamak thi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki Trupti kya chahti hai. Usne turant uski jeans ka metal button khola, zip ko neeche kiya, aur apna garam haath seedha andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke seedha panty ke fabric ko cheerte hue andar utar gayi.
"Fuck, itni geeli hai tu andar se…" Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, ek dam garm saanson mein phusfusaya. "Bas itna sa kiss karne aur touch karne se hi itna bhig gayi meri jaan?"
Trupti ne sharm aur pure surrender ke aalam mein apna chehra Abhay ke kandhe par chhupa liya, lekin uske munh se nikalne wali moans nahi ruki. "Mmm… Abhay… please… ruk mat…"
Abhay ne apni do ungliyan uski choot ke andar ghusa di. Wahan ka mahol bilkul garam, geele aur tight tha. Woh apni ungliyon ko dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga, aur sath hi apne thumb se uske clit ko halka-halka press kar raha tha. Trupti ki kamar gaadi ki seat par apne aap upar-neeeche hilne lagi. Uska jism is waqt kisi electric current ki tarah kaap raha tha.
"Aahh… haan… wahin par… aahhh… Abhay… dheere… nahi, tez kar… aahhh…" uski aawaz toot rahi thi, gale se bas siskiyan nikal rahi thin.
Abhay ne apni ungliyon ki speed ko aur tez kar diya. Uski ungliyon ki movement se geelapan aur badh gaya tha, aur car ke andar ek halki si geeli aawaz goonj rahi thi. Trupti ne Abhay ki black shirt ko apni mutthi mein itna kas liya tha ki uske nakhun Abhay ki peeth ki skin par gad rahe the, jisse Abhay ko dard nahi balki ek aur zyada maza aa raha tha.
"Itni tight choot… saali kitni horny ho gayi hai aaj mere liye," Abhay ne ek dam dirty aur raw tone mein kaha, jo Trupti ko aur bhi paagal kar raha tha. "Sach kahun toh mera dil karta hai ki abhi ke abhi isme apna lund daal kar tujhe poora bhar doon. Aaj nahi… kyunki main tujhe car mein aise nahi lena chahta, lekin bohot jaldi… bohot jaldi main tujhe poora lunga, hamesha ke liye."
Trupti ki aankhein pichhak gayi, dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Usne apna munh Abhay ke gale aur shoulder mein daba liya taaki agar koi aas-paas se guzre toh uski chillane ki awaaz bahar na aaye. Uska poora jism ek hard stiffness mein badalne laga tha. "Abhay… main… aahh… aa rahi hoon… bas… bas…!"



Nikal… mere haath pe nikal de sab kuch," Abhay ne aur zyada aggressive hote hue apni ungliyon ki speed ko peak par pahuncha diya.

Aur usi pal, Trupti ka ek zabardast orgasm hit hua. Uska poora jism ek jhatke se kaanp utha. Uski choot ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko andar se itni buri tarah tightly pakad liya ki Abhay ko khud us intensity ka ehsaas hua. Ek lambi, tharthi hui aur behad loud moan Trupti ke munh se nikal gayi jo car ke glass par takra kar reh gayi. "Aahhh… fuck… Abhay… ahhhhh!"
Woh agle kuch seconds tak Abhay ke haath mein hi thar-thar kaapti rahi, saansein ruki hui thin. Abhay ne dheere-dheere apni ungliyan uske andar se bahar nikaali. Usne un geele, glistening haathon aur ungliyon ko Trupti ke hothon ke paas laya aur bola, "Chaath isko."
Trupti ne halki si khuli hui aankhon se dekha. Thodi si sharm zaroor aayi, lekin bina kisi hesitation ke usne Abhay ki un ungliyon ko apne munh mein liya aur poori tarah saaf kar diya. Abhay ne turant jhuk kar uske hothon ko ek aur deep, rich kiss kiya, unke beech us apas ke taste ko share karte hue.
Thodi der tak dono wahan khamosh baith kar apni saansein normal karte rahe. Phir Abhay ne pyaar se Trupti ke boobs ko wapas uski bra mein set kiya, uski top ko theek kiya, aur Trupti ne apni jeans ka button aur zip band ki.
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske maathe par ek lamba aur warm kiss kiya. "Itni sexy hai tu… sach mein, kabhi-kabhi khud par control rakhna impossible ho jaata hai mere liye."
Trupti ne apna haath Abhay ke gaal par rakha. Uski aankhein ab bhi thodi heavy aur geeli thi. "Tu bhi… mujhe pata hai."
Usne gaadi ka engine start kiya, aur wapas shehar ki roshniyon ki taraf nikal padi. Poore raaste bhar Abhay ne uska ek haath apne haath mein kas kar pakde rakha, aur beech-beech mein apna doosra haath Trupti ki jaangh par rakh kar usey sehlaata raha.
Jab gaadi Khanna Mansion ke bade se gate par pahunchi, toh Abhay ne utarne se pehle usse ek last, soft aur pyaar bhara kiss diya.
"Kal milte hain college mein. Aur yaad rakhna… next time," usne Trupti ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha, "main tujhe poora lunga, apne room mein, bina kisi jaldbazi ke."
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni aankhein neeche ki. "Good night, Abhay."
Woh gaadi se utar kar andar aayi. Bada sa khali ghar, jahan sannata saas le raha tha.
Usne seedha washroom mein jaakar apna chehra paani se dhoya. Mirror mein dekhne par usey pata chala ki uske hoth thode suje hue aur red the, aur uski gardan par Abhay ke passionate kiss ke halka sa nishaan bhi chhod gaya tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi us intimacy ka geelapan mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne apni aankhein band kar li.
Abhay ka touch bohot soft tha, passionate tha, aur un dirty words ke bawajood usme ek aisi care thi jo Trupti ko andar tak pighla deti thi. Usne is sab ko poori tarah enjoy kiya tha — uske jism ne har ek second ke liye Abhay ko bina kisi shart ke respond kiya tha.
Lekin jab woh chal kar apne andhere aur sunsaan room mein aayi, toh achanak uski nazar us black T-shirt par padi jo almari ke ek kone mein chupchap rakhi thi.
Ek saal…
Abhay usse yeh sab kuch dega — pyaar, touch, physical intimacy, woh dirty words aur wo saare intense orgasms. Woh usse beinteha chahta hai, aur isme koi shak nahi tha ki Abhay ke dil mein Trupti ke liye ek saccha respect bhi tha. Woh hamesha yahi kehta tha ki Trupti uske liye sirf ek physical attraction nahi, balki uski future wife aur uski life ka sabse important hissa hai. Abhay ko yeh bhi acche se pata tha ki Trupti kabhi bhi aisi ladki nahi ban sakti jo apne morals ya boundaries ko cross kare, isliye woh har cheez mein uska dhyan rakhta tha. Jaise vacation par bhi, jab Abhay ke paas mauka tha, tab bhi usne car mein kuch aisi zabardasti ya galat harkat nahi ki thi kyunki woh chahta tha ki jab bhi woh Trupti ko poori tarah paaye, toh woh ek romantic aur proper tarike se ho, na ki kisi hasty ya cheap tarike se.
Lekin in sab ke beech, woh khali jagah jo Rahul ne chhod di thi… woh jagah aaj bhi bilkul waise hi khali padi thi.
Trupti bed par lette hue upar ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uski saansein ab normal ho chuki thin, aur hothon par Abhay ke kiss ka taste abhi bhi baaki tha.
Lekin dimaag mein ek aisi hi purani baat ghoomi — kuch din pehle hi Abhay ke sath baith kar unhone Rahul ke baare mein thodi baat ki thi. Abhay ne khud bataya tha ki Rahul ka ek message aaya tha ki woh USA ja raha hai, aur Abhay uske liye kaafi khush dikh raha tha kyunki Rahul ke pita kaafi rich the aur woh wahan settle ho raha tha. Trupti ne bas halka sa nod karke kaha tha ki Rahul ek acha ladka hai aur usne unki mushkil waqt mein kaafi madad ki thi. Abhay ne bhi turant maan liya tha aur kaha tha, "Haan, he was our saviour in many ways."
Lekin sirf Trupti hi jaanti thi ki sach kya tha — Rahul koi sirf ek madadgar nahi, balki us pure game ka mastermind tha jisne yeh sab kuch khada kiya tha. Aur abhi, jabki Abhay ko is baat ka door-door tak koi andaza nahi tha ki Trupti aur Rahul ke beech kya gheri, complex aur physical history reh chuki hai — kyonki Abhay ke liye Trupti bas ek innocent, pyaari si ladki thi jise woh apni wife banana chahta tha — tabhi achanak se Trupti ke phone ki screen chamki.
Ek naya message screen par flash hua.
Aur woh message kisi aur ka nahi, balki seedha Rahul ka tha — ek aisi image ya hint ke sath jo sirf isliye bheja gaya tha taaki Abhay ke samne yah fir Trupti ko yeh yaad rahe ki Rahul abhi bhi background mein kahin na kahin zinda hai, aur Abhay yeh kabhi nahi jaan paayega ki Trupti sach mein kis-kis ke sath jud chuki thi. Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya, aur room ka andhera usey aur bhi zyada gahra lagne laga.







Morning Routine & The Chaos Committee
Subah ke 7:20 baj rahe the.
Girls hostel ke second floor par room no. 204 mein Trupti ki aankhein khuli. Ussne pehle pale yellow ceiling ke cracks ko dekha, phir slow motion mein side mein Sheetal ke bed ki taraf nazar ghumaayi. Sheetal abhi bhi deep sleep mein thi — ek taang blanket se bahar latki hui thi, aur uska muh pillow mein poori tarah dabaaya hua tha. Kamre mein ek halki si basanti aur lavender ki khushbu tair rahi thi, jo Sheetal ke wooden diffuser se aa rahi thi.
Trupti ne bina koi aawaz kiye dheere se kambal hataya. Thandi tile floor par pair rakhte hi ek halka sa shiver daud gaya. Woh chupchaap uthkar bathroom mein chali gayi. Mirror ke samne khade hokar usne cold water se apna face wash kiya. Jab usne towel se chehra pocha aur mirror mein dekha, toh aankhon ke neeche ki thakan thodi kam zaroor lagi, lekin poori tarah gayab nahi hui thi. Pichle kai din se woh conscious effort kar rahi thi normal rehne ka. Abhay ke saath time spend karna, lectures attend karna, friends ke saath baithna… sab kuch ek routine ki tarah chal raha tha. Lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab ek shield ki tarah tha. Asli test toh tab hota tha jab raat ko hostel ki lights off hoti thi, aur woh khali pan ek baar phir se uske chaaron taraf ghera daal leta tha.
Jab woh fresh hokar bahar aayi, toh Sheetal apne bed par stretch karte hue ungli kar rahi thi.
“Uth gayi early bird?” Sheetal ne apni ek aankh kholkar, baalon mein haath firate hue kaha. “Aaj Friday hai yaar. Weekend shuru hone wala hai. Thoda aur so na leti, kaunsa attendance kam hai teri.”
“Habit ho gayi hai subah jaldi uthne ki,” Trupti ne halka sa muskuraate hue cupboard se apni fresh kurti nikaalte hue kaha. “Tu naha ke aa jaldi. Main group mein dekh leti hoon kya plan hai aaj ka canteen ka.”
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya. WhatsApp par unke core friends group ka naam tha **“The Chaos Committee”**. Is group ke 5 pillar the — Trupti, Sheetal, Kriti, Meher, aur Ananya.
Group chat subah se hi buzzing thi:
**Kriti:**
Aaj canteen mein 1 baje sharp milna sab log. Ek important baat discuss karni hai, koi excuse nahi chalega.
**Meher:**
Important ya phir tu kisi naye senior ya ladke ke bare mein gossip karne wali hai? Pehle hi bata de, biology assignment poora nahi hua hai mera.
**Ananya:**
Dono exactly same cheez hai Meher ? Kriti ke liye kisi cute ladke ka hona hi world war 3 jitna important hota hai.
**Kriti:**
Chup baitho dono. Iss baar serious hoon yaar. Aana zaroor hai.
Trupti ne apna phone unlock karke type kiya:
**Trupti:**
Main aa rahi hoon time par. Sheetal ko uthane mein abhi 15-20 minute aur lagenge, toh hum dono saath hi enter karenge canteen mein.
Sheetal bathroom ke darwaze se baahar aate hue chillaayi, “Main sun rahi hoon sab! Aur 10 minute mein ready hoke baahar aa rahi hoon, jhooti afwah mat faila.”

 College Campus & The Friday Vibe
College campus mein Friday ka mahaul hamesha se thoda light, thoda lazy aur energetic hota tha. Last lectures ke baad students ke chehron par weekend ka sukoon saaf dikhta tha. Trupti apni regular classes attend karti rahi, notes banati rahi, par dhyan kahin aur hi bhatak raha tha.
Kabhi-kabhi psychology department ke corridor se guzarte waqt Abhay se achanak nazar mil jaati thi. Woh door se hi apni signature, crooked smile deta tha. Kai baar toh woh apni class se nikal kar seedha Trupti ke paas aata, bina kisi parwah ke uske baal se halka sa khelta, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bolta — “Shaam ko free hai na? Canteen ke peeche milte hain.”
Trupti bina soche haan bol deti thi. Unka yeh soft public affection aur comfort ab poore campus mein ek normal baat ban chuki thi. College ke juniors aur baaki students unhe ek 'power couple' ki tarah dekhte the. Koi ab unhe dekh kar chalta nahi tha ya kaan-phusi nahi karta tha; sabko pata tha yeh dono ek-dusre ke liye fix hain.
Dophar ke 1 baje, jab bell baji, toh sabhi log canteen ki taraf bhage. Canteen ka corner table — jo hamesha unhi ke group ke liye reserved maana jata tha — wahan poori gang ikattha ho thi.
Kriti ne jaise hi Trupti ko table par aate dekha, apna juice ka glass side mein rakhte hue bola, “Arre madam, aa jao! Waise ab toh tu aur Abhay officially campus ke king-queen ho gaye ho. Sach batao, kal library ke bahar kya scene chal raha tha? Maine apni aankhon se dekha usne tujhe corner mein rok kar kiss kar liya tha.”
Sheetal ne apni coffee ka cup rakhte hue aankhein badi karte hue turant poocha, “Kiss? Open mein library ke paas? Details de jaldi!”
Trupti ke gore gaal ekdum se laal tamatar ho gaye. Usne apne haath ke paas rakha napkin utha kar Kriti ki taraf phenkte hue kaha, “Kuch bhi mat bol Kriti! Aisa kuch nahi tha… bas ek normal sa… peck tha. Itna bada chadha ke mat bol baat ko.”
Meher ne zor se haste hue kaha, “Peck bolke tu humein bewakoof mat bana Trupti. Kal poori second year ki ladkiyan tujhe corridor mein aise ghoor rahi thi jaise tera khoon pi jayengi. Abhay ki itni badi fan following hai, aur tune akele hi sabko single-handedly friend-zone kar diya hai. Yeh teri ultimate power hai yaar.”
Ananya ne apna straw chabate hue, ek philosophical expression ke saath kaha, “Sach mein yaar. Abhay ka attitude hi alag ho gaya hai jab se woh tere sath hai. Woh pehle kitna aloof rehta tha, kisi se dhang se baat nahi karta tha, par tere samne aate hi uska soft side bahar aa jata hai.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si hasne ki koshish ki. Ussne apne andar chal rahe storm ko chupane ke liye cup ko ghumaaya aur boli, “Band karo yaar yeh sab. Normal baat hai, itna bada issue mat banao isko.”
Kriti ne thoda serious hote hue aage badhkar Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur boli, “Normal nahi hai, kyunki hum tujhe saalon se jaante hain. Tum dono cute ho, ismein koi shak nahi hai. Lekin haan… ek baat sach bolun? Pichle kuch dino se tu andar se thodi quiet lag rahi hai. Jaise teri body yahan hai, par tera dhyan kahin aur hi fasa hua hai. Sab theek hai na ghar par?”
Trupti ka dil ek second ke liye zorse dhadka. Lekin usne turant apne aap ko sambhala aur ek convincing smile chehre par le aayi. “Haan yaar, bilkul theek hai. Bas… ghar thoda khali-khali lag raha hai. Papa aur mummy dono kuch dino ke liye baahar gaye hain relatives ke yahan, toh akeli thi kuch din, bas wahi adjustment problem chal rahi hai.”
Sheetal ne turant apna kandha Trupti ke kandhe se touch karte hue uske upar haath rakha. “Koi baat nahi pagli. Hostel mein hum sab hain na tere paas. Agar akela ya bore feel ho toh seedha bata dena. Aaj raat ko room mein proper gossip + double cheese Maggi ka plan pakka hai.”
Group mein sabne haan mein gardan hilaayi aur baatein phir se track par aa gayi. Phir baatein shuru ho gayi college ki random cheezon par — kis junior ne kis senior ko Valentine jaisa lamba चौड़ा love letter likh diya hai, kaunsa professor internal marks mein kaatne ki dhamki de raha hai, aur upcoming annual cultural fest mein unke department ko kaunsi dance performance karni chahiye. Trupti beech-beech mein has rahi thi, baaki sabke jokes par react kar rahi thi, lekin jab bhi thodi der ke liye sannata hota, uski nazar table se uthkar canteen ke glass door ke baahar raste par chali jaati. Ek pal ke liye usse aisa laga jaise koi anjaan saaya, koi aisi cheez jo wahan honi nahi chahiye thi, usse door se dekh rahi ho… par jab usne dhyan se dekha, toh wahan sirf kuch students chal rahe the. Koi nahi tha.


 Evening Coffee & The Quiet Shadows
Shaam ke lectures khatam hone ke baad, jab poora campus thoda shaant ho gaya tha, Abhay tahlte hue canteen ke peeche wale quiet lawn mein mila. Wahan chote-chote benches par kuch hi log baite the. Abhay ne aate hi Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya, uski ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein fasaaya, aur dheere se bench par baith gaya.
“Aaj tu poore din group ke saath thi na? Maza aaya kuch relaxation mila?” Abhay ne uske chehre ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, jaise woh uske andar ke har ek emotion ko padhna chahta ho.
“Haan… thoda normal feel hua. Girls ke sath baith kar thoda distraction mil jata hai,” Trupti ne sach kaha, par usne apni aawaz mein ek thakan chupa li jo Abhay se zyada der chup nahi reh sakti thi.
Abhay ne apne ek haath se Trupti ke kaan ke peeche se unke baal hataate hue, thoda sa close hoke bola, “Main chahta hoon tu hamesha aise hi khul ke smile kare, Trupti. Jab tu achanak se quiet ho jaati hai na, aur teri aankhon mein ek alag sa khali pan dikhta hai, toh sach mein main andar se tension mein aa jata hoon. Mujhse kuch chupa mat kar.”
Trupti ne Abhay ke haath ko aur kas kar daba diya. Uske dil mein Abhay ke liye ek bepanah pyaar aur care thi, kyunki Abhay hi woh insaan tha jo uske badalte moods ko bina kisi shikayat ke jhel raha tha. “Main bilkul theek hoon Abhay. Sach mein. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui hai.”
Unhone wahan baith kar thodi der aur baatein ki — college ki gossip, future ke plans, aur weekend par kahan ghumne jana hai iske bare mein. Jab shaam ka andhera thoda gehra hone laga, toh Abhay ne usse hostel ke gate tak drop kiya. Gate par pahunch kar Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah koi over-dramatic scene nahi kiya, bas uske maathe par ek soft, comforting kiss kiya. It was simple, it was sweet, aur public ke saamne utna hi kaafi tha.
### Night, Maggi, and the Unseen Pull
Raat ke 9:40 baj rahe the.
Hostel room no. 204 ki lights on thin. Sheetal ne apne electric kettle mein paani ubaal kar special double-masala Maggi banayi thi. Dono apne-apne bed par paalथी maarkar baithi thin aur ek hi bowl se fork se Maggi kha rahi thin. Samne wall-mounted chote se TV par koi random, mindless rom-com movie chal rahi thi jiska aawaz bas background mein aa raha tha.
Maggi ka ek fork muh mein daalte hue Sheetal ne achanak se TV se nazar hata kar Trupti ki taraf dekha aur serious tone mein boli, “Tu sachchi mein theek hai na, Trupti? Dekh, main tujhe itne saal se jaanti hoon. Jab tu andar se pareshan hoti hai, toh tu sabse zyada normal hone ka natak karti hai. Kabhi-kabhi tu itni door chali jaati hai, aisa lagta hai ki tera jism is room mein hai, par tera dohara dimag kahin aur hi atka hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakda hua fork beech mein hi ruk gaya. Ussne kuch der ke liye apna sir jhuka liya. Ek lambi saans li, aur dheere se boli, “Bas… thoda adjust karna pad raha hai yaar. Mummy-papa ke bina ghar ka mahaul poori tarah alag lagta hai. Yahan hostel ki duniya alag hai. Aur… pata nahi, andar se ek bahut hi ajeeb sa emotional phase chal raha hai jise main khud define nahi kar paa rahi hoon.”
Sheetal ne bina kuch soche turant apna bowl side mein rakha aur Trupti ke bagal mein apne bed par khisak kar aayi. Ussne apna haath Trupti ke kandhe par rakha aur pyaar se boli, “Dekh, agar tujhe kuch share nahi karna ya tu comfortable nahi hai, toh mat bol. Zabardasti nahi hai. Lekin bas itna yaad rakhna — yahan main hoon, Kriti hai, aur poora group hai tere peechhe khada hua. Tu akeli nahi hai, samjhi?”
Trupti ne Sheetal ki taraf dekha aur is baar uske chehre par koi fake ya forced smile nahi thi. Ek real, grateful smile ke saath uski aankhon ke kinare thode nam ho gaye. “Pata hai mujhe yaar. Isliye hi toh main yahan manage kar paa rahi hoon, nahi toh kab ki pagal ho chuki hoti.”
Thodi der wahan chupchaap baithne ke baad, unka room ka atmosphere thoda light ho gaya. Tabhi achanak se unka group chat phir se ping hua.
**Kriti:**
Kal Saturday night hai! Ek proper night out ka plan banaye kya? Movie dekhne chalte hain, aur movie ke baad late night ice-cream ka session pakka!
**Meher:**
Main ekdam in hoon! Mujhe bas ice-cream ka naam mat lo, bhookh lag jaati hai.
**Ananya:**
Trupti aur Sheetal? Tum dono ka kya scene hai kal ka? Bolo jaldi.
**Sheetal:**
Hum dono ekdam ready hain! Kal ka din poora hamara hai.
**Trupti:**
Haan… chalte hain. Mujhe bhi aacha lagega thoda bahar jaana.
Trupti ne apna phone side mein table par rakh diya. Tab tak Sheetal bathroom ki taraf nikal gayi thi taaki woh apne face par night cream laga sake.
Room mein ek gehra sannata chha gaya. Sirf TV ki screen ki blue light diwar par flicker kar rahi thi. Trupti ne seedha lete hue apne bed par aaram se sir rakha aur ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi.
Ordinary days.
Classes, doston ke sath hasna-mazak karna, group chat ke endless notifications, raat ko Maggi share karna, Abhay ka woh soft sa touch aur care, aur hostel ki yeh chaar purani diwarein jo kitni hi aisi stories ki gawah thin.
Sab kuch normal tha. Sab kuch waisa hi chal raha tha jaisa ek 20 saal ki college student ki life mein hona chahiye tha.
Lekin… jaise hi room ki baaki saari lights off hoti thin, aur andhera kamre ko apne lap mein le leta tha, woh ‘normal’ hone ka hissa achanak se bahut kamzor pad jata tha. Uske dil ke kisi ek kone mein, uski rooh ka ek chhota sa hissa ab bhi us khali aur shaan-o-shaukat wale mansion ki taraf khinchta ja raha tha… jahan ek dark corner mein, uski almari ke andar, ek black T-shirt khamoshi se abhi bhi kisi ka intezaar kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne dheere se apni aankhon ko band kar liya, aur ek lambi saans chhodte hue khud se kaha — *Aaj ke liye bas itna hi kaafi hai.*


Shaam ke 5:50 baj rahe the.

Girls hostel ke room mein sannaata thoda heavy tha, jise door karne ke liye background mein ek halka sa music chal raha tha. Trupti full-length mirror ke saamne khadi thi aur apne aakhiri touches de rahi thi. Bed par baithi hui Sheetal uski taraf ek tak dekhe ja rahi thi, uski aankhon mein ek appreciative chamak thi.
“Arre waah, yaar,” Sheetal ne ek lambi seeti maarti hui kaha, apne haath hawa mein uthakar. “Mera matlab hai… sach mein? Aaj toh tu campus kya, poore resort ko aag laga degi. Abhay ka toh dil seedha baith jaane wala hai tujhe dekh kar.”
Trupti ne ek soft, premium black bodycon dress pehni thi jo uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah fit ho rahi thi. Dress ghutne se thodi upar thi, behad tight aur form-fitting thi, jo uske har ek curve aur silhouette ko bilkul saaf dikha rahi thi. Uske shoulders bare the, ek halki si pale skin dikh rahi thi jo light mein chamak rahi thi. Pairon mein black thin straps wali high heels thi jo uski height aur posture ko aur bhi graceful bana rahi thi. Usne apne baal khule chhode the jo loose, romantic waves mein uski peeth aur shoulders par gir rahe the. Hothon par dark maroon lipstick ka ek bold shade tha, aur aankhon mein halka sa smokey effect tha jo uske gaze ko aur bhi hypnotic bana raha tha. Gardan mein ek simple, thin gold chain thi jo uske collarbone ke groove par aaram se baithi thi.
Trupti ne apna yeh roop mirror mein dekha. Is tight dress mein uska figure behad striking lag raha tha — full, well-shaped breasts, ek ekdum narrow waist, aur rounded hips ka flow. Pichle kuch hafto mein hue mental stress aur physical fatigue ki wajah se uska thoda weight loss hua tha, jisse uske facial features aur body lines pehle se kahin zyada sharp aur magnetic lag rahi thi.
“Tujhe lagta hai kuch zyaada ho gaya?” Trupti ne apni dress ko thoda upar khichte hue, thodi si insecurity aur sharm ke saath Sheetal se poocha. “Mera matlab hai, main aisi dresses kabhi pehenti nahi hoon zyada…”
Sheetal ne apni aankhein majak mein roll kiye aur bed se uthakar Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Zyada? Are you crazy, girl? Tu hot lag rahi hai, matlab literally breathtaking. Abhay tujhe dekhega na, toh uski saans ruk jayegi. Chal ab zyada mat soch, late mat kar, woh already wahan tera intezaar kar raha hoga.”




Abhay ne unke is weekend getaway ke liye shehar se theek do ghante door ek secluded, high-end private lakeside resort book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahan na koi college ka dost hota, na koi professor, aur na hi koi shor-sharaaba. Uski booking confirm karte waqt hi usne Trupti ko saaf keh diya tha — “Sirf tu aur main. Koi disturbance nahi, bas hum dono.”

Trupti ne apni black Hyundai Creta ka steering sambhala aur resort ki taraf nikal padi. Raaste bhar gaadi ke andar ka mahol thoda heavy tha; uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah tez dhadak raha tha. Pichle kuch hafto mein Abhay ke sath uski physical closeness — kissing, touching, aur body ko explore karne ki boundaries — kaafi aage badh chuki thi, lekin ek poori raat ki aisi privacy aur akelepan ka mauka unhe Rahul ke jaane ke baad pehli baar mila tha. Har ek kilometre ke sath uske andar ek ajeeb si anticipation aur thodi si ghabrahat daud rahi thi.
Jab usne resort ke private gate par gaadi roki, toh Abhay wahan pehle se hi uska intezaar kar raha tha. Usne ek rich dark maroon shirt pehni thi jiske sleeves elbows tak roll-up kiye hue the, aur sath mein dark black trousers the jo uski athletic build par poori tarah jach rahe the. Trupti ne jaise hi driver seat se utarkar apna pehla kadam zameen par rakha, Abhay ki nazrein bina kisi filter ke seedha uske jism par chipak gayi.
Woh apni jagah par kuch seconds ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya. Uski palak tak nahi jhuki.
Phir usne dheeri, halki si kaapti hui aawaz mein kaha, “Damn, Trupti…”
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni nazrein jhuka li aur apne baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Kya? Aise kya dekh rahe ho?”
Abhay chal kar uske paas aaya. Usne bina kisi sharm ya hichkichahat ke Trupti ko upar se neeche tak apni bhookhi nazron se scan kiya. “Main hamesha se jaanta tha ki tu duniya ki sabse khoobsurat ladki hai… lekin aaj tu is black dress mein itni zyaada hot lag rahi hai ki sach mein meri saans atak gayi hai. Trupti… kasam se, main duniya ka sabse kismat wala insaan hoon jo tu sirf meri hai.”
Uske in shabdon mein ek aisi raw hunger aur genuine aashiqana deewangi thi ki Trupti ke pet mein ek ajeeb si wave daud gayi, jaise hazaaron butterflies ek sath udd rahi ho. Abhay ne aage badhkar uska haath apne haath mein liya aur uske kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Is dress mein tujhe dekh ke mere dimaag mein is waqt sirf aur sirf gandi aur behad deewani baatein aa rahi hain. Sach kahun toh khud par control rakhna mere liye abhi se namumkin ho raha hai.”
Trupti ke gaal ekdum se tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaye. Usne halki si sharmili hasi di aur apna haath thoda aur kas liya.
Resort ka private villa bilkul lake ke kinare bana hua tha. Villa ke andar enter karte hi warm, soft yellow lighting ka ek romantic glow pure room mein phail gaya tha. Badi-badi glass windows se baahar chand ki roshni mein chamakta hua lake saaf dikh raha tha, aur balcony ki taraf ek open space tha jahan se thandi hawa aa rahi thi aur background mein koi soft acoustic music baj raha tha.
Abhay ne bina waqt gawaye sabse pehle ek champagne ki bottle open ki. Cork ke khulte hi ek halki si pop ki aawaz aayi. Usne dono long glasses mein sparkling liquid dala aur ek glass Trupti ki taraf badha diya. Dono balcony mein chale gaye aur wahan railing ke paas khade hokar sip lene lage. Hawa mein ek natural thandak aur pine trees ki khushbu thi, aur door paani ki lehron ki dheemi si aawaz aa rahi thi.
“Aaj tu poore raste se leke abhi tak bohot quiet hai, jaan,” Abhay ne apne glass se Trupti ka glass halka sa takrate hue poocha. “Nervous hai kya mujhse?”
Trupti ne champagne ka ek chota sa sip liya, jiska taste thoda bitter-sweet tha. “Thodi si… matlab pehli baar itni akele mein, bina kisi time limit ke privacy mili hai, isliye thoda ajeeb lag raha hai.”
Abhay ne muskurate hue uska glass uske haath se liya aur paas rakhi table par rakh diya. Phir usne bina ek second waste kiye Trupti ki kamar par apna haath rakha aur use kheench kar apne bilkul kareeb kar liya. “Chal, nervous hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Thodi der dance karte hain, mahol thoda light ho jayega.”
Speakers par koi behad soft, slow romantic track chal raha tha. Abhay ne apni dono baahein Trupti ki kamar ke gird lapet li aur use apne seene se puri tarah sata liya. Dono room ke beech mein khade hokar us slow rhythm par dheere-dheere sway karne lage. Trupti ke haath naturally Abhay ke kandhon par tik gaye the. Abhay ki warm hatheliyan Trupti ki bare, silky back par dheere-dheere upar-neeche move kar rahi thi.
“Itni soft skin hai teri…” Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, apne hot lips uski skin ke touch karte hue kaha. “Yeh dress pehen kar tune mujhe poori tarah pagal kar diya hai. Tu sach mein kisi khwab jaisi lag rahi hai aaj.”





Trupti ne ahista se apni aankhein band kar li. Abhay ka solid, garam jism uske jism se puri tarah chipka hua tha. Uske expensive cologne ki heavy aur masculine khushbu Trupti ke saanson mein bhar rahi thi. Dance karte-karte Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki lower back par aaya, aur phir thoda aur neeche — theek us black dress ke hemline ke upar, jahan uske hips ke curves shuru hote hain. Uski ungliyon ka dabav Trupti ke jism ko ek alag hi heat de raha tha.

Thodi der baad, Abhay ne apna haath Trupti ki chin par rakha aur dheere se uska chehra upar uthaya. Dono ki aankhein aapas mein mili, jismein ek gehra desire aur aashiqana pyas saaf dikh rahi thi. Aur agle hi pal, Abhay ne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Woh kiss shuru mein behad soft, gentle aur longing se bhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ne apne hothon ko khol kar us kiss ka jawab diya, woh dheere-dheere ek gehre aur intense passion mein badalti chali gayi. Abhay ki jeebh bina kisi rukawat ke Trupti ke munh ke andar utar aayi. Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya, unke aapas ke hoth geele aur slippery ho rahe the. Abhay ne uski kamar ko apni baahon mein kas kar itna zorse bheetar khinch liya ki Trupti ke paas saans lene ki jagah bhi nahi bachi. Yeh kiss itni gehri aur heavy thi ki Trupti ke ghutne ek pal ke liye kamzor pad gaye; usne turant apne haath Abhay ke baalon mein daal kar use aur kas liya. Abhay ne achanak se pyaar aur possessiveness mein Trupti ke lower lip ko apne daanto ke beech halka sa kaata, aur phir use choosne laga.
“Mmm… ahh…” ek patli si, soft moan Trupti ke gale se nikli jo us kiss ke beech mein hi dab kar reh gayi.
Abhay ne kiss ko todne ke bina hi, uske kaan ke paas phusfusaya, “Awaaz nikaal, Trupti… mujhe teri yeh moans sunna behad pasand hai. Mat chupa isse.”
Usne bina waqt ganwaye ek baar phir se uske hothon ko apne kabze mein le liya, aur is baar uska haath seedha Trupti ki back se sarakta hua uske dress ke hidden back zipper par chala gaya. Dheere-dheere, millimeter by millimeter, woh zipper ko neeche ki taraf khichne laga.
Trupti ki saansein ekdam tez ho gayi, seene ka utaar-chadhaw tezi se hone laga. Wahan rakhi hui champagne ka glass table par waise hi pada reh gaya, poori tarah bhula hua.
Kuch hi seconds ke baad Abhay ne apne hoth tute kiye aur piche hoke dekha. Dono ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, unke chehre par paseene ki halki si boondein thi aur hoth laal aur suje hue the. Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko uske maathe se hataya, uski ankhon mein dekhte hue ek aisi aawaz mein kaha jo seedha dil ko cheer gayi:
“Main ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta, Trupti. Main tujhe seedha andar bedroom mein le jaana chahta hoon… abhi, isi waqt.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhon mein ek poori tarah surrender kar dene wali chamak thi. Usne bas dheere se haan mein apni gardan hila di.
Abhay ne uska haath kas kar pakda aur use khinchta hua villa ke andar wale master bedroom ki taraf le gaya. Room mein wahi soft, dim yellow lights ka jhalmilata hua noor tha. Samne ek bada sa king-size bed pada tha, aur uske theek saamne badi glass window se raat ke andhere mein thanda lake ka pani dikh raha tha.
Abhay ne bedroom ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya aur use band karke ghuma.
Trupti us bade se bed ke paas khadi thi, uska dil is waqt kisi chote bachche ki tarah seene mein kood raha tha. Abhay dheere-dheere kadam badhata hua uske bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Usne apne haath Trupti ke bare shoulders par rakhe, unhe halka sa sehlaaya, aur phir apna chehra jhuka kar uski khuli hui bare shoulder par apne hoth rakh diye. Ek lambi, garam kiss wahan chhodi, aur phir dheere-dheere kiss karta hua uski gardan ki sensitive skin par aa gaya. Uske munh ki garam saansein aur hoth Trupti ki skin par ek aag si laga rahe the.
“Aaj ki raat,” Abhay ne apni bhaari, nasha bhari aawaz mein uske kaan mein kaha, “main tujhe ek-ek karke dheere-dheere nanga karunga… aur phir tere jism ke har ek hisse ko itna mehsoos karunga, ki tu yeh duniya, yeh baahar ka shor, sab kuch poori tarah bhool jayegi.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar li thi. Uske hoth halka sa khule hue the, saansein ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Aur usi pal, Abhay ke haath ne us black bodycon dress ke zipper ko pakda aur ek hi smooth, lamba jhatka dete hue use poori tarah neeche khinch diya.
Woh tight black dress dheere-dheere Trupti ke jism se alag hokar zameen par sarakne lagi.
Aur uss khamosh, garam kamre mein, unki yeh raat ab apne sabse gehre aur asli safar par shuru hone wali thi.



Jaise hi master bedroom ka heavy wooden darwaza band hua aur andar ki lock ki katori ne ek halki si click ki aawaz di, dono ke beech ka saara control ek hi jhatke mein toot gaya. Woh kisi alag hi duniya ke bache hue pyase musafir ki tarah ek doosri par poori tarah toot pade.

Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko apni mazboot baahon mein kas kar use seedha paas wali wall se sata diya. Uska yeh kiss ab pehle jaisa soft aur gentle bilkul nahi tha; yeh ek aisi bhookh thi jo pichle kai hafton se unke andar ghut rahi thi. Dono ke munh ek doosre ke andar khule hue the, jahan jeebhein aapas mein ulajh kar saansein chhin rahi thin. Trupti ne bina ek second ganwaye apne dono haath Abhay ke ghane baalon mein ghusa liye aur unhe kas kar jakad liya, jabki Abhay ki hatheliyan Trupti ki black dress ke upar se hi uske hips aur lower back ko nochne ki had tak daba rahi thin. Pichle itne dino ke baad mili yeh khuli azaadi aur privacy unke jismo ke liye ek nasha ban chuki thi.

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Fuck… kitni soft aur garam hai tu, Trupti,” Abhay ne kiss ke beech mein apne hothon ko thoda alag karte hue, ek haanfni hui aawaz mein kaha. Uski ek hatheli ab uski dress ke fabric ke upar se hi Trupti ke heavy, rising boobs par phisal rahi thi. “Kasam se, main pichle kitne dino se bas yahi soch raha tha… tujhe is tarah deewano ki tarah choomne ka, tujhe apne paas rakhne ka.”

Trupti ki saansein seene se kisi machine ki tarah tezi se chal rahi thin. Usne apne daanto se Abhay ka lower lip halka sa kaata aur phir use chooste hue boli, “Abhay… please… mujhe aur intezaar mat karwa…”
Abhay uske is ishare ko turant samajh gaya. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi chamak aayi jo bas ek mard ki pure possession wali desire mein hoti hai. Usne ek smooth motion mein Trupti ko diwar se hataya aur seedha piche bade se king-size bed ki taraf khinch liya. Bed ke paas aate hi Abhay ne ek halka sa dhakka diya, aur Trupti soft mattress par piche ki taraf gir gayi. Uski woh tight black bodycon dress khinch kar uski thighs tak upar simat chuki thi, jisse uski bare, milky white legs aur us black lace ka contrast saaf dikh raha tha.
Abhay ek second ke liye bhi nahi ruka; woh foran Trupti ke upar jhuk gaya. Usne ek baar phir se apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye — ek gehra, geela, aur kisi bhi tarah ke moral control ke bina kiya gaya kiss. Uske haath tezi se sarakte hue Trupti ki dress ke hemline ke andar ghus gaye, aur seedha uske hips ko cross karte hue uski black lace panty par aa ruke.
Usne apni ungliyon se us panty ke fabric ke upar se hi Trupti ki choot ko rub karna shuru kiya.
Wahan ka haal pehle hi bayan ho chuka tha.
Pant ka fabric andar se poori tarah geela ho chuka tha, jaise wahan koi garm paani ka chota sa srota beh raha ho.
Abhay ne apna chehra thoda piche kiya aur ek shaitani, khubsoorat muskaan ke sath uski taraf dekha. Uski aawaz mein ek deep excitement thi. “Dekho toh zara… meri jaan pehle se hi kitni geeli ho chuki hai. Sirf itna sa kiss karne aur touch karne se hi itna bhig gayi tu?”
Trupti ke gaal sharm aur physical heat se ekdam laal ho chuke the. Usne apna sir doosri taraf pillow mein chhupaney ki koshish ki, aur dheere se badbadayi, “Band kar na Abhay… aise mat bol…”
Lekin Abhay kahan rukne wala tha. Usne Trupti ka chehra apne haath se wapas apni taraf kiya, uski geeli, khumari se bhari aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se poocha, “Kya main isko hata doon, Trupti? Bata…”
Trupti kuch seconds ke liye bilkul chup ho gayi. Uske seene ka utaar-chadhaw tezi se ho raha tha. Usne apni aankhein ek baar band kiye aur phir bilkul madham, dabi hui aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… hata do.”
Abhay ke liye yeh green signal kaafi tha. Usne bina ek pal gawaye Trupti ki black lace panty ke dono elastic sides ko apni ungliyon mein fasaaya aur dheere-dheere sarakata hua use poori tarah neeche khinch diya. Panty uski ankles se nikal kar bed ke kinare floor par gir gayi. Abhay ne thoda piche hokar Trupti ki dono tangen halki si failayi, taaki woh poori tarah uske saamne khul jaye.
Uski nazro ke saamne ab Trupti ki khuli hui choot thi — ekdam soft, pinkish, aur halki si khuli hui. Pichle dino ke experiences aur is waqt ki extreme arousal ki wajah se uske folds thode swollen aur open the, lekin woh behad khoobsurat aur unhone ek alag hi tightness banai rakhi thi. Uske soft dark hair neatly trimmed the, aur uske center mein wahi chamakta hua geelapan saaf nazar aa raha tha.
Abhay ne ek pal ke liye bas us nazare ko apni aankhon mein utar liya. Uski saans ruk gayi thi. Usne dheere se apne aap mein kaha, “Itni sundar… saali tu kisi aafat se kam nahi hai.”
Aur bina koi aur baat kiye, woh poori tarah jhuk gaya.
Pehle usne apni jeebh ko Trupti ke upar se neeche tak ek lamba, slow lick diya — seedha upar clit se lekar neeche ke saare geele folds par ek moist trail chhodte hue.
“Aahhh…!” Trupti ke muh se ek achanak aur behad tezi se bhari hui moan nikli. Uski kamar mattress se ek jhatke mein upar uth gayi. Itne dino se kisi ke jism ki aisi physical hunger aur munh ka touch use nahi mila tha; uska jism jaise isi ek pal ke liye taras raha tha.
Abhay ne bina waqt ganwaye Trupti ki dono thighs ko apne dono haathon se aur faila liya aur apna face uski geeli aayi khubsurti ke aur andar ghusa diya. Usne apni jeebh ko bahar nikala aur Trupti ki choot ko proper, aggressive tarike se chaatna shuru kar diya — pehle slow aur flat licks, aur phir apni jeebh ki tip se seedha uske sensitive clit par chote-chote circles banana shuru kar diye. Wahan se nikalne wali geeli aawazein poore room mein goonj rahi thin.
“Mmmhh… Abhay… aahh… ohoh…!” Trupti ki aawaz ab poori tarah toot chuki thi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke ghane baalon mein aur gehraai se daal liye, aur uske sar ko apni choot par aur bhi zorse daba liya. “Haan… wahin par… mat hatana… aahhh…”
Abhay uski is deewangi ko samajh gaya tha. Usne bina kisi sharm ke Trupti ki dono tangen uthakar apne kandhon par rakh li, taaki woh poori tarah uske upar jhuk sake aur use bina kisi rok-tok ke kha sake. Uski jeebh ab choot ke andar tak ja rahi thi, kabhi clit ko apane hothon ke beech lekar choos raha tha, toh kabhi neeche ke sensitive hisse par ek deep, wet lick chhod raha tha. Trupti ki moans ab kamre ki deewaron se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi. Uski kamar bed par lagataar upar-neeche machal rahi thi. Bed ki white cotton sheets Trupti ki mutthi mein kas kar jakdi ja chuki thin, aur unke wrinkles ban chuke the.
“Aahh… fuck… Abhay… bahut accha lag raha hai… aahhh… main mar jaungi…!”
Abhay ka chehra poori tarah Trupti ke geelapan mein duba hua tha. Usne apni jeebh ki speed ko aur tez kar diya, aur sath hi apni ek lambi, patli ungli ko dheere se Trupti ki tight choot ke andar ghusa diya. Ungli ke andar jaate hi Trupti ka jism ek current ki tarah kaap utha.
“Ahhh—!” Trupti ki aawaz ekdam se unchi ho gayi. “Haan… andar… aur andar karo… aahhh…!”





Uske andar ab ek aisi severe pressure ban chuki thi jo kuch hi seconds mein phatne wali thi. Uske pet ke niche ka saara hissa ekdam pathar ki tarah tight ho raha tha. Abhay ki jeebh ka clit par teji se ghumna aur ungli ka andar-bahar hona milkar Trupti ko is tarah se pagal kar raha tha ki use duniya ki koi bhi cheez ab yaad nahi thi. Usne Abhay ke baalon ko aur bhi zorse apni taraf khinch liya.

“Abhay… Abhay… main… main aa rahi hoon… please mat chhodna… aahhh… aa rahi hoon…!”
Abhay ne ek second ke liye bhi rukaavt nahi daali; usne apni jeebh ki speed ko clit par peak par pahuncha diya aur ungli ko andar tezi se move karne laga.
Aur usi pal, Trupti ka woh zabardast, uncontrollable orgasm toot pada.
“Aahhhhh… fuck… Abhay… aahhhhhhh…!”
Uski choot ne andar se Abhay ki ungli ko itni buri tarah aur tight tarike se jakad liya ki ek pal ke liye Abhay ko bhi us pressure ka ehsaas ho gaya. Trupti ka poora jism bed par akad gaya, uski thighs buri tarah kaanp rahi thin, aur ek garam, thick flow of fluids Abhay ke munh aur jeebh par poori tarah fail gaya. Woh wahan leti hui thi, aankhein upar ceiling ki taraf poori tarah band thin, muh khula hua tha, aur seene ki saansein haanf kar ruk rahi thin.
Abhay ne kuch seconds tak waisi hi position mein rehkar uske aakhiri tremors ko mehsoos kiya, aur phir dheere-dheere apni jeebh se kuch aur soft, loving licks wahan diye, jaise uski skin ko poori tarah saaf aur pamper kar raha ho.
Uske baad, woh dheere-dheere uthakar Trupti ke upar aaya, aur uske hothon par apna chehra laakar ek lamba, gehra kiss kiya. Trupti ko apne hi jism ka taste Abhay ke hothon ke zariye wapas mila.
Dono ki saansein abhi bhi heavy ho kar chal rahi thin.
Abhay ne apna chehra thoda piche kiya, uske maathe par ek pyara sa kiss kiya, aur dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein bola, “Itni tezi se nikal gayi… saali, sach mein tu kitni buri tarah taras rahi thi mere liye.”
Trupti ne apni bhaari palke uthakar halka sa dekha. Uske cheeks par abhi bhi sharm ki laali thi aur hoth thode red aur suje hue the. Usne halka sa sharmate hue apna munh doosri taraf karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske hothon par ek aisi aaram aur khushi ki muskaan thi jo chhup nahi sakti thi.
Abhay ne bina waqt gawaye uski bachi-kuchi black dress ko uske jism se poori tarah upar khinch kar alag kar diya. Ab Trupti us white mattress par bilkul nangi, khuli hui aur Abhay ke samne poori tarah surrender ki hui padi thi.
Abhay ne apni maroon shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke kholne shuru kar diye.
Raat abhi yahan khatam nahi hui thi; yeh toh bas unki is akelepan ki asli aur sabse deewani shuruwat thi.

Trupti ki saansein abhi bhi kafi bhaari aur unchi chal rahi thin. Uska jism orgasm ke baad poori tarah shithil ho chuka tha, lekin skin ke andar ek alag hi heat abhi bhi daud rahi thi. Uski lambi tangen halki-halki kaanp rahi thin, aur uski choot ka core abhi bhi pulsate kar raha tha. Uske thighs ke beech se nikalne wala geelapan wahan ek chamakti hui trail chhod gaya tha. Uski aankhein adhkuli thin, gaal laal aur garam the, aur hoth thode khule hue the. Woh is waqt kisi behad haseen aur khatarnak "wild" creature jisi lag rahi thi — woh post-orgasm ka nasha uske chehre aur har ek saans par saaf nazar aa raha tha.

Abhay slow-motion mein uske upar se piche hata. Usne sabse pehle apni maroon shirt ke baaki bache hue buttons ek-ek karke khole aur use aage phenk diya. Phir usne apne black trousers ki metal belt ko khola, zip ko neeche sarakaya, aur trousers ke sath apni underwear ko bhi ek hi jhatke mein utaar kar floor par phenk diya.
Jaise hi woh khada hua, uska lund poori tarah se bahar aa gaya — lamba, behad mota, aur ek pathar ki tarah sakht aur tana hua.
Woh poore 8 inch ka solid piece lag raha tha. Uske upar moti-moti nasein saaf ubhar kar dikh rahi thin, aur uska lamba, chamakdhar sir garam aur wet tha. Trupti ne ise pehle bhi dekha tha, lekin aaj is akelepan mein, itni nazdeeki aur privacy ke beech mein iska size use phir se ek shock aur ek ajeeb si excitement de gaya. Abhay ka lund kisi bhi us mard se bada tha jo Trupti ne apni zindagi mein kabhi liya tha.
Trupti ne apni bhaari saansein control karte hue bed par uthkar apne hathon ka sahara liya aur baith gayi. Usne apni black dress jo abhi tak thighs ke paas thi, use bhi puri tarah se upar khinch kar wahan se hata diya aur door phenk di. Ab woh us white mattress par ekdum nangi, khuli hui aur khubsurat baithi thi.
Abhay uske theek saamne khada hua. Usne apne bhare hue lund ko apni hatheli mein pakada aur dheere-dheere aage badhte hue Trupti ke hothon ke bilkul paas la kar rok diya.
Uski aawaz mein ek heavy, commanding lust thi. “I wanna fuck your mouth, baby… aaj poori tarah se mera lund apne andar le.”
Trupti ne neeche se upar ki taraf apni nali aankhon se Abhay ki taraf dekha. Uski hothon par ek slow, naughty aur surrender karne wali smile ubhar aayi. Woh bed se neeche nahi utri, balki bed ke bilkul edge par aakar baith gayi aur apna chehra thoda aage jhuka diya.
Pehle usne apni nazrein uske lund par tikayi, aur phir bina kisi jhijhak ke apne soft hothon se uske lund ke tip par ek halki, geeli si kiss chhodi. Uske baad, usne apni patli jeebh ko baahar nikala aur uske chamakdar sir ko gol-gol ghumate hue chatna shuru kar diya.
Abhay ke gale se ek aisi aawaz nikali jo uski saanson ke sath baahar aayi. “Fuck…”
Trupti ne apna ek haath badhaya aur uske lund ki shaft ko apni mutthi mein kas liya. Yeh itna hard tha ki uski ungliyan uske tight skin par dab rahi thin. Usne pehle uske tip ko apne hothon ke beech mein liya aur halka sa choosne lagi. Phir dheere-dheere apne munh ko aur khola aur use aur andar lene lagi. Uske soft aur silky hoth uske mote lund par aaram se fail rahe the, aur munh ke andar se ek geeli, garm slurp ki aawaz nikal rahi thi.
“Mmm… ahh…” Trupti ne khud bhi apne gale se ek aisi moan nikali jab woh 8-inch ka lund seedha uske munh ke andar jaakar uske soft palate ko touch karne laga.
Abhay ne bina waqt ganwaye apne dono haath Trupti ke ghane, khule baalon mein fasa liye. Usne dheere se kaha, “Aahh… kitna soft munh hai tera, saali… bilkul kas kar pakad rakha hai.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein upar uthayi aur seedha Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue uska lund aur tezi se choosne lagi. Pehle slow speed thi, phir woh use rhythmic aur gehra karne lagi. Usne apni jeebh ko uske niche ki sensitive nass par ghumaya, tip ko specially apne hothon ke beech daal kar choosa, aur phir use aur zyada andar tak dhakelne lagi. Lund itna lamba tha ki Trupti ke gale mein jaakar use halka sa choke kar raha tha, uski aankhon mein paani ki halki si boondein aa gayin, lekin usne ek second ke liye bhi piche hatne ki jagah apna sar aur aage ki taraf daba liya.
Abhay ki grip uske baalon mein aur zyada tight hoti chali gayi. “Haan… bilkul aise hi… apne is garam munh ko mere lund par chudwa, aahh…!”
Abhay ab apne hips ko dheere-dheere aage-peeche move karne laga, apne lund ko Trupti ke gehle munh ke andar bhej raha tha. Trupti ne apne dono haath Abhay ki nangi thighs par tikaye rakhe aur use poori tarah control karne diya. Room mein ab sirf ek hi gandi aur geeli aawaz goonj rahi thi — “glck… glck… slurp…” — har baar jab uska lund Trupti ke gale aur hothon ke beech aage-peeche ho raha tha.
“Aahh… fuck… teri yeh soft tongue aur yeh gehle hoth… itna gehra le rahi hai mujhe,” Abhay ki aawaz ab aur bhi zyada bhaari aur nasha bhari ho chuki thi. “Kasamen, main kitne dino se is munh ko is tarah chodne ka sapna dekh raha tha.”
Trupti ki aankhon mein halka sa paani zaroor tha, lekin uske chehre par ek aisi satisfaction thi jo kisi bhi gandi khwahish ke poora hone par milti hai. Woh beech-beech mein lund ko munh se thoda baahar nikal kar do second saans leti, uske tip ko apni jeebh se saaf karti, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein use poora andar le leti. Kabhi-kabhi woh apne ek haath se Abhay ke heavy balls ko bhi sahla deti, jisse Abhay ka jism aur bhi zyada tana jata tha. Trupti ke apne jism se nikalne wala geelapan ab bhi uske thighs par chamak raha tha.
Abhay ki saansein ab bilkul tootne ki kahaani par thin. Usne Trupti ke sar ko dono haathon se mazbooti se jakad liya aur ab apni speed ko double kar diya. Lund uske hothon ko phailaate hue andar-peeche tezi se chalne laga.




“Main abhi nikalne wala hoon, Trupti… apna munh bilkul mat hatana, saari ki saari andar leni hai!” usne ek warning bhari aawaz mein kaha.

Trupti ne apni aankhein upar karke ek akhiri baar dekha aur uska lund apne gale ke aur bhi gehre hisse tak le liya. Abhay ke jism ne ek last, zabardast dhakka maara aur woh poori tarah se Trupti ke munh ke andar hi phat pada.
“Aahhh… fuck… le… saari ki saari andar lele!”
Ek garam, thick aur zabardast quantity mein nikalne wala white cum seedha Trupti ke munh ke andar aur uske gale mein girne laga. Trupti ne zara sa bhi peeche nahi kiya. Usne apne gale ko khula rakha aur jitna ho sakta tha, us garma-garam fluid ko andar nigal liya. Thoda sa cum uske hothon ke kone se nikal kar uski chin par aa gaya, lekin Trupti ne foran apni jeebh nikal kar us baahar aane wali boond ko bhi chat liya aur lund ke har ek aakhiri drop ko choos kar uske lund ko bilkul saaf kar diya.
Abhay ki tangen is intense moment ke baad halki si kamzor pad gayi thin. Usne thodi bhaari saans lete hue Trupti ke baalon par apna haath faira aur pyaar se bola, “Saali… sach mein tu poori ki poori pi gayi…”
Trupti ne aahista se uska lund apne munh se bahar nikala. Uske hoth geele the, thode red aur suje hue the. Usne neeche se upar dekha aur ek aisi halki si muskaan di jo shy hone ke sath-sath ek poori tarah satisfied aur naughty aura de rahi thi.
Abhay ne bina ek pal gawaye use dono baahon se pakad kar upar ki taraf kheench liya, aur bed par leta kar khud uske upar aa gaya. Unke nange jism ek doosre ke sath poori tarah chipak gaye, jahan dono ki skin ki heat aapas mein mil rahi thi.
Usne apna chehra Trupti ke kaan ke paas laya aur ekdam dheemi, husky aawaz mein kaha, “Ab teri asli baari hai, jaan… aaj raat main tujhe kahin aur nahi jaane dunga, tujhe poori tarah se chodunga.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein dheere se band kar li, lekin uske hothon par ek gehari muskaan bani rahi. Uska jism abhi bhi ek naye طوفان (storm) ke liye dhadak raha tha.
Raat abhi bohot lambi thi, aur yeh toh sirf shuruwat thi.

Room ke andheron mein aur unki tez hoti hui saanson ke beech, mahol poori tarah se ek alag hi peak par pahunch chuka tha. Dono abhi bhi apni pichli deewangi ke baad bhaari-bhaari saansein le rahe the, lekin woh aaram karne ke mood mein bilkul nahi the.

Abhay abhi bhi Trupti ke nange jism ke theek upar jhuka hua tha. Uske munh aur hothon par abhi bhi us cum ki halki si warm khushbu aur taste baaki tha jo usne thodi der pehle piya tha. Bina ek second gavaye, Abhay ne apna chehra thoda aur neeche kiya aur Trupti ke bade, soft aur milky white boobs ko dono haathon ki hatheliyon se aisi buri tarah jakad liya jaise koi bhookha bacha apni ma ke doodh ke liye machalta hai. Usne ek boob ke nipple ko pakad kar apne munh ke andar khinch liya aur use zor-zor se choosna shuru kar diya — ek dam gehra, bhookha, aur bina kisi rukawat ke chalne wala chusai ka silsila.
“Aahh… Abhay… uff…” Trupti ki ek lambi, nasha bhari moan uske gale se nikal aayi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke baalon mein ghusa liye aur uske sar ko apne boobs par aur bhi zorse daba liya, taaki woh aur gehraai tak use chus sake. “Haan… aise hi… aur zor se choos na… aahhh…”
Abhay ek boob se hatkar foran doosre boob par chala gaya, uske tight nipple ko apne daanto ke beech halka sa kaata aur phir se use choosne laga. Uske haath un soft curves ko masalte hue unpar apni ungliyon ke nishaan chhod rahe the. Trupti ke poore boobs par ab Abhay ke thook aur garm saanson ke geele nishaan saaf chamak rahe the. Uske nipples thandak aur aisi extreme arousal ki wajah se pathar ki tarah sakht aur laal ho chuke the. Abhay beech-beech mein upar uthakar Trupti ke hothon ko bhi apne hothon se jod leta, uski jeebh ko choosta, aur phir ek achanak jhatke ke sath wapas uske boobs par toot padta.
“Itne bade aur itne soft boobs hain tere, saali…” Abhay ne apne munh se nipple ko thoda baahar nikalte hue, haanpte hue kaha. “Kasam se, mera dil karta hai ki main roz subah-shaam sirf inhe hi choosta rahoon. Teri yeh doodh wali chuchiyan mujhe pagal kar deti hain.”
Trupti ki aankhein kas kar band thin. Woh is waqt kisi tarah ke soch-vichar se bahut door, bas us physical pleasure ke samandar mein doobi hui thi. Itne lambe waqt ke baad kisi mard ka is tarah se uske jism ko poori haq-jataane wali bhookh ke sath use karna, uske andar ek naya aag ka toofaan paida kar raha tha. Usim jism ki garmi lagataar badhti ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad, Abhay ne uske boobs ko chhoda aur piche hoke baith gaya. Usne Trupti ki lambi, gori tangen pakad kar dono taraf aur zyada khol di. Usne apne 8-inch ke poori tarah taney hue, sakht lund ko uthaya aur Trupti ki choot ke geelay aur dhadakte hue muhane par bilkul theek set kar diya. Lund ka lamba, chamakdar tip jaise hi uski choot ke baahar ke hothon ko chhua, Trupti ki poori kamar ek jhatke ke sath upar ki taraf tan gayi.
Abhay ne ek pal ke liye Trupti ki khumaari se bhari aankhon mein dekha, aur bina koi aur mauka diye, ek single, gehra aur continuous poora lamba thrust aage ki taraf mar diya.
“Aahhhhh… f-u-c-k…!”
Trupti ke munh se ek behad unchi, dard aur bepanah maza mili hui moan nikal gayi. Abhay ka mota lund uski choot ke tight raaste ko zor se cheerte aur failate hue seedha andar ki gehraai tak utar gaya. Stretch itna zabardast tha ki Trupti ki aankhon mein achanak se paani ki halki boondein tair gayin. Dard aur exquisite maza dono ek sath uske jism se takraye the. Uski choot ke andar ka har ek hisse mein Abhay ka lund poori tarah se fit ho chuka tha.
“Fuck… kitni tight hai tu, Trupti…” Abhay apne daanto ko aapas mein peeshte hue bola. “Lagta hai teri choot mera poora lund apne andar noch kar kha jayegi.”
Usne pehle kuch dheere-dheere, lambe aurcontrolled thrust maare — poora andar aur poora baahar — taaki Trupti ka jism is bade size aur stretch ke sath theek tarah se adjust ho sake. Lekin Trupti ki unchi moans aur uske jism ki machalti hui harkat ko dekh kar Abhay ka apna control pal bhar mein hawa ho gaya.
“Aahh… Abhay… itna bada hai… aahhh… dheere… nahi… mat rukna, waise hi karo… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne apni speed ko double kar diya. Ab woh ek raw, beastly rhythm mein use proper tarike se chodne laga. Har ek dhakke ke sath uska lund Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre hisse tak takra raha tha. Kamre ki khamoshi mein wahan sirf unke jismo ke aapas mein takrane ki aur geeli, chatakhati aawazein goonj rahi thin. Trupti ki tangen Abhay ki kamar ke peeche buri tarah kas kar bandh chuki thin. Usne apne nakhun Abhay ki nangi peeth par gadha diye, jisse wahan halki si laal linein ban gayin.
“Haan… aise hi… mujhe aur zor se chodo, Abhay… aahhh… kitna accha lag raha hai… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne achanak se Trupti ki ek taang ko apne kandhe par upar ki taraf utha liya aur us position mein use aur bhi gehra aur tezi se thokna shuru kar diya. “Teri yeh choot… kasam se itni garam aur itni geeli hai… yeh sirf aur sirf mere is lund ke liye bani hai. Bol, kiski choot hai yeh?”
“Aahh… teri hai… sirf teri hai, Abhay… aahhh… mat rukna… daal do andar…!”
Usne usse lagataar aur be-tarti tarike se chodna continue rakha. Neeche rakhe hue wooden bed ki kadkadahat ab poore room mein goonj rahi thi. Trupti ke andar pehla orgasm ek baar fir se build hone laga tha. Uske pet ke niche ka sara hissa pathar ki tarah tight ho gaya tha. Abhay ke har ek deep, heavy thrust par Trupti ki aankhein pichhak jaati aur saansein ruk jaati thin.
“Main… main ek baar fir se aa rahi hoon, Abhay… aahhhhh…!”




Usne achanak se Abhay ke sar ko neeche ki taraf kheench liya aur use ghaad kar ek kiss karne lagi, aur usi gehre kiss ke beech mein Trupti ka pehla zabardast orgasm toot pada. Uski choot ne Abhay ke lund ko andar se itni buri tarah jakad liya ki Abhay ki bhi saans raste mein hi atak gayi. Trupti ka poora jism bed par thar-thar kaanpne laga, aur uske gale se lambi, tootati hui moans nikalne lagin.

Lekin Abhay ne itne par bhi chodna bilkul nahi roka. Usne ek achanak movement ki, Trupti ko halka sa ghumakar uske upar kar diya — cowgirl position. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko apne dono haathon se mazbooti se pakda aur use apne khade lund ke upar baitha diya.
“Ab tu khud hilgi… apni choot se mere lund ko upar-neeche kar, jaan,” Abhay ne haanpte hue kaha.
Trupti ne apne dono kaampte hue haath Abhay ke chode seene par tike aur dheere-dheere upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. Abhay ka lund pehle se hi uski choot ke andar poori tarah geele aur slippery fluids mein dooba hua tha, isliye uska movement kaafi smooth aur deep tha. Woh dheere-dheere apni speed badhati gayi. Uski gaand ke curves aur uske nange, heavy boobs Abhay ke chehre ke saamne upar-neeche hil rahe the. Abhay ne foran apne haath badhakar unhe pakad liya aur unke nipples ko phir se choosna aur daanto se dabana shuru kar diya.
“Aahh… haan… aise hi… khud ko chudwa mere upar… aahhh…!” Trupti ki aawaz ab aur bhi zyada husky aur dirty ho chuki thi. Woh khud apne wazan se uske lund ko apni choot ke andar le rahi thi. Kuch hi seconds mein Abhay ne apni hatheliyan uski kamar par aur mazbooti se jamakar neeche se upar ki taraf zordaar dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Dono milkar ek aisi speed mein aa gaye jahan ek doosre ko thokna hi unka maqsad reh gaya tha.
Doosra orgasm Trupti ke upar baithte hi aur bhi zyada tez aur gehra aaya. Trupti ne achanak se apna chehra Abhay ke kandhe par tika diya aur uska jism poori tarah se thande pasine mein bheegh kar kaanpne laga. “Aahhhh… Abhay… main gayi… phir se aa gaya… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne ek jhatke mein use wapas neeche mattress par leta diya. Is baar usne Trupti ki dono tangen uthakar apne dono kandhon par rakh li, jisse uski choot ka poora area poori tarah se open aur aamne-samne ho gaya. Aur uske baad jo shuru hua, woh kisi toofaan se kam nahi tha — hard, fast, aur extreme deep thrusting. Kamre mein bas ek hi aawaz thi: chut-chut-chut aur unki lagataar nikalne wali dard-bhari moans.
“Ab main bhi bilkul nahi rok paunga… nikalne wala hoon apni poori jaan teri choot ke andar… aahh…!”
Trupti ne Abhay ke baalon ko apne dono haathon mein kas kar noch liya. “Haan… daal do… poora andar daal kar mujhe bhar do, Abhay… aahhh… mujhe poori tarah apni bana lo…!”




Abhay ki speed ab apni aakhiri limit par thi. Uske dhakke ab chhote, behad tez aur itne gehre the ki har baar uski pelvic bone Trupti ki pelvic bone se takra rahi thi. Uska poora jism tan chuka tha. Ek aakhiri, sabse lamba aur gehra thrust maarte hue, Abhay ne apne andar ka saara ka saara garam cum ek zabardast spurt ke sath Trupti ki choot ke bilkul gehre hisse mein chhod diya.

“Aahhhhh… fuck… le… saara ka saara andar le le!”
Garam, white aur thick cum seedha uski choot ki deewaron par pressure ke sath girne laga. Trupti ne us aakhiri moment mein bhi Abhay ke lund ko apni choot se itni buri tarah jakad rakha tha ki woh uske har ek pulse ko apne andar saaf mehsoos kar rahi thi. Dono ke jism ek doosre ke sath is tarah chipke hue the jaise woh alag hi na ho sakte hon, aur unka paseena aapas mein mil raha tha.
Kuch seconds tak waisi hi halat mein rehne ke baad, Abhay ka wazan dheere-dheere toot gaya aur woh poori tarah se Trupti ke upar dher hokar gir gaya. Dono lambi-lambi aur heavy saansein le rahe the. Abhay ka lund abhi bhi Trupti ke geelay andar ke raste mein hi tha, jo dheere-dheere soft pad raha tha. Cum ka thoda sa hissa unki thighs ke beech se sarak kar baahar nikalne laga tha.
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kiye hue thin. Usne apna ek haath Abhay ki nangi peeth par rakha aur dheere-dheere uske baalon mein ungliyan pherne lagi. Uske poore jism mein abhi bhi halki-halki milti-julti pleasure ki tarangein daud rahi thin.
Abhay ne apna sir thoda uthaya, Trupti ke pasine se bheege hue gale par ek soft aur sincere kiss ki, aur dheemi, dabi hui aawaz mein kaha, “Main sach mein tujhe bohot pyaar karta hoon, Trupti…”
Trupti ne aankhein nahi kholi. Usne bas Abhay ki peeth par apna haath thoda aur kas liya aur chupchaap leti rahi.
Uske apne jism ke andar is waqt Abhay ka cum maujood tha.
Uski skin par Abhay ke hot kisses aur teeth ke nishaan the.
Lekin uske dil ke kisi behad chhote, andhere kone mein… abhi bhi woh khali pan aur ek purani yaad ka saaya zaroor tha jo kisi aur (Rahul) ne peeche chhod diya tha.
Lekin is waqt, is thandi raat mein, is private resort ke is bed par, is exact moment mein… woh poori tarah se Abhay ke neeche thi.
Aur usne us raat ko, us mard ko, aur is pal ko poori tarah se apne andar apnaka liya tha.

[Rinkp219]

Har baar tarah bahut hii khubsurat update tha.......

Bhai aapki writing skills jabardast hai...aapka BIGFAN......

Ab dekhte hai trupti ka life main 4th mard kon aatahai jo ...
Trupti ka gufa par kabza karega....



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[Rajendra karka]

Great update congratulation for new story ( next part ) lagta hai tripti ne abhise rule break karna shuru kar diya hai

[darkwrt]

Nice update

[Joker44]

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Subah ke theek 8:40 baj rahe the.

Villa ke andar subah ki soft, sunhari dhoop curtains ke patle cloth ko cheerte hue floor par phail rahi thi. Baahar lake ki khuli taraf se ek thandi, refreshing hawa aakar kamre ke maahol ko halka kar rahi thi. Bed ki white cotton sheets buri tarah se ubal aur ulajh chuki thin, jin par raat ki deewangi ke saboot saaf nazar aa rahe the. Ek pillow bed se sarak kar floor par pada hua tha. Poore kamre mein abhi bhi pichhli raat ke us physical storm ki ek thick, heavy khushbu baaki thi — nange jismon ki heat, pasine ki mehak, aur champagne ki halki si sweet smell ka ek ajeeb sa mix.
Trupti un sab mein sabse pehle neend se jaagi.
Uske poore jism mein ek ajeeb si meethi aur geheri thakan tair rahi thi. Uske dono thighs ke beech mein ek mild sa dard tha, aur uski choot ka core abhi bhi overnight hone wale multiple orgasms ki wajah se sensitive aur throbbing tha. Jab usne dheere se apne upar se sheets ko sarakaya, toh uski nangi, creamy skin par raat ke har ek kiss aur blow ka hisaab saaf dikh raha tha. Uski lambi gardan, collarbone aur dono heavy boobs par Abhay ke aggressive kisses aur choosne ki wajah se kayi laal-laal nishaan pad chuke the. Kuch jagah par halki si daant ki chaap bhi thi jo us possession ka gawah thi.
Woh bina hile, apni palke khol kar chupchaap ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi. Pichhli raat ke ek-ek scene, ek-ek frame uske dimaag mein tezi se chal rahe the — Abhay ka wahi 8-inch ka lund, uska munh ke andar jaana, woh heavy thrusts, aur uska garm cum uske andar aur muh mein girna.
Abhay abhi bhi uske paas gehri neend mein so raha tha. Usne apna ek bhaari haath Trupti ki nangi kamar par lapeta hua tha. Uska chehra bilkul shaant tha aur nazrein Trupti ki taraf hi thi.
Trupti ne aage badhkar uske maathe par aaye ghane baalon ko dheere se ungliyon se hata diya. Uske andar is waqt do bilkul alag-alag feelings aapas mein takra rahi thin. Ek taraf ek deep, comforting sukoon tha — is baat ka ehsaas ki Abhay ne use kitni shiddat se chaaha tha, apne andar samaya tha, aur use poori tarah se fill kiya tha. Lekin doosri taraf woh purana, black hole jaisa khali pan tha jo bina kisi warning ke achanak se uske seene mein ubhar aata tha.
Woh bed se uthne hi wali thi ki Abhay ki nind khul gayi.
Usne apni aalkhein aadhi kholi aur bina waqt gawaye seedha Trupti ke nange jism par apni nazrein tikadi. Uski neend se bhari hui aankhon mein ek aisi slow, raw aur subah ki fresh desire turant jag gayi jo dekhte hi banti thi.
“Subah ho gayi kya, jaan…” Abhay ne apni bhaari, husky subah ki aawaz mein kaha. Usne Trupti ki kamar par rakhe hue apne haath ko thoda aur neeche sarakaya aur seedha uske nange buttocks ko apni hatheli mein kas liya. “Kahan uthkar jaane ki soch rahi hai?”
Trupti ne halka sa muskurane aur situation ko light karne ki koshish ki. “Brush karne ja rahi hoon, Abhay. Subah subah... tere cum ki smell abhi tak mere muh mein aa rahi hai.”
Lekin Abhay kahan manne wala tha. Usne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ko kheench kar seedha apne upar lita liya. “Achhi smell hai, woh bhi meri hi hai. Rehne de, kahin nahi jaana abhi.”
Usne bina kisi sharm ke Trupti ke hothon ko apne hothon se jodd liya — yeh unka subah ka pehla kiss tha. Yeh kiss slow, gehra aur thoda messy tha kyunki dono ki saansein abhi bhi heavy thin. Abhay ki garm hatheliyan Trupti ki nangi peeth par upar-neeche ghum rahi thin, aur us kiss ke dauran hi Abhay ka lund Trupti ke pet ke against aakar ek baar phir se pathar ki tarah hard ho chuka tha.
“Kya... phir se?” Trupti ne kiss ko thoda todte hue, ek halki aur haanfni hui aawaz mein poocha.
Abhay ne apne daanto se Trupti ke lower lip ko halka sa kaata aur muskuraya. “Haan. Subah subah sabse pehle mujhe teri wahi geeli choot chahiye.”
Usne bina kisi lamba foreplay ke Trupti ko wapas mattress par lita kar uske upar apni position le li. Is baar koi lambi baatein nahi thin. Usne Trupti ki tangen dono taraf failayi, apne hard 8-inch ko seedha uski abhi bhi thodi swollen aur geeli choot ke muhane par set kiya, aur bina rukawat ke ek continuous, deep thrust andar utar diya.
“Aahhh…!”
Trupti ki kamar ek jhatke ke sath upar uth gayi. Pichhli raat ke lagataar use hone ke baad uski choot abhi bhi kafi tender thi, isliye stretch ka yeh achanak ehsaas seedha uske dimag tak gaya. Dard aur behad intense maza dono ek sath uske jism se takraye.
Abhay ne uske upar jhuk kar turant wahi harkat shuru ki jo usne raat ko ki thi — uske soft boobs ko apne munh mein lekar choosna shuru kar diya. Usne apne ek haath se Trupti ki dono wrists ko pakad kar uske sar ke upar bed par lock kar diya, aur neeche se dheere-dheere, lekin behad gehre aur lambe dhakke maarne shuru kiye.




Aahhh… Abhay… itni subah-subah… aahhh…!”

“Haan, jaan... subah-subah bhi teri is choot ko hi jeena hai mujhe,” Abhay ne nipple ko munh se thoda baahar nikal kar kaha. “Itni soft hai... itni tight hai... poori raat iske andar rehne ke baad bhi lag raha hai pehli baar daal raha hoon.”
Uske dhakke abhi bhi slow the, lekin har ek dhakka itna gehra tha ki Trupti ki moans poore room mein goonj rahi thin. Usne apni lambi tangen Abhay ki kamar ke peeche kas kar lock kar li thin.
Kuch hi der mein Abhay ne apni speed badhane ke liye Trupti ki ek taang ko apne kandhe par utha liya aur us angle se zordaar thrusting shuru kar di. Choot aur lund ke aapas mein takrane ki geele chatak ki aawazein aane lagi thin. Trupti ki aankhein kabhi band ho jaati aur kabhi khushi se upar ceiling par atak jaati thin.
“Aahhh… haan… wahi jagah… aahhh… mat rukna, bas aise hi…!”
Abhay ne ek haath aage karke Trupti ke sensitive clit par apne angoothe ko rakha aur use gol-gol ghuma kar rub karna shuru kar diya. Trupti ka jism is double action ko jhel nahi paya aur turant react kar gaya. Uska subah ka pehla orgasm ekdam sharp aur tez aaya. Usne apna chehra Abhay ke chode kandhe par daba liya aur ek zordaar moan ke sath kaanp gayi, jabki uski choot ne Abhay ke lund ko andar se kas kar jakad liya.
Lekin Abhay ne is orgasm ke dauran bhi chodna bilkul nahi roka. Usne turant position change ki — Trupti ko pet ke bal litaya, uski kamar ko upar uthaya, aur peeche se ek aur gehra thrust maarte hue andar ghus gaya.
“Aahhhhh…!”
Is rear angle se lund aur bhi zyada gehraai tak ja raha tha. Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se mazbooti se pakda aur tez, short aur heavy dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Uska ek haath aage gaya aur usne Trupti ke heavy boobs ko dabana shuru kar diya.
“Itni sexy gaand... aur itni garam choot...” Abhay ne apne daanto ko peeshte hue kaha. “Saali, tu sirf aur sirf meri hai. Poori tarah se meri.”
Trupti ne dar ke mare ya maza ke maare bed sheets ko apni mutthi mein buri tarah noch rakha tha. Uski moans ab toot-toot kar nikal rahi thin. Doosra orgasm uske bilkul peeche hi aa gaya. Usne apna chehra pillow mein poori tarah daba liya aur kaapte hue ek baar phir se release ho gayi.
Abhay ki apni saansein ab tootne ki halat mein thin. Usne apni speed ko aur double kar diya. Aakhiri ke kuch dhakke itne gehre aur zordaar the ki usne Trupti ki kamar ko jakad kar apna poora cum ek baar phir se doosri baar Trupti ki choot ke andar spray kar diya.
“Aahhh… le... yeh bhi andar lele!”





Garam, white cum ek baar phir se Trupti ke andar fail gaya. Abhay kuch seconds tak waisa hi jhuka raha, saansein leta raha, aur phir dheere se baahar nikal gaya. Cum ka thoda sa hissa Trupti ki thighs ke beech se sarak kar neeche behne laga.


Dono thak kar bed par ek sath let gaye. Pasina unke nange jismon ko aapas mein chipka raha tha. Abhay ne aage badhkar Trupti ko apni taraf kheench liya aur uske maathe par ek pyara sa kiss kiya.

“Good morning, jaan,” usne ek halki hasi ke sath kaha.
Trupti ne bhi ek thaki hui, lekin soft aur genuine hasi di. “Good morning, Abhay…”
Kuch der tak woh dono waise hi chupchaap lete rahe. Baahar lake ki thandi hawa curtains ko hila rahi thi.
Baad mein unhone us subah ke waqt sath mein bathroom mein shower liya. Wahan bhi Abhay ne use ek baar fir se glass wall se sataakar chooma aur uske boobs ko dabaya, lekin is baar usne andar penetration nahi kiya, bas use apne seene se kas kar chipkaye rakha.
Resort se checkout karne se theek pehle unhone balcony mein aaram se baithkar coffee pi. Abhay ne Trupti ke haath ko apne haath mein liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Aisa weekend hume bohot jald phir se plan karna chahiye, Trupti. Bohot jaldi.”
Trupti ne uske haath ko halka sa daba diya. “Haan... zaroor plan karte hain.”
Uski hothon par ek halki si smile thi.
Lekin jab woh kuch ghante baad apni black Creta gaadi mein akele baithkar shehar ki taraf wapas nikal rahi thi, toh raste mein usne gaadi ke rear-view mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth thode suje hue the, gardan par woh laal nishaan saaf nazar aa rahe the, aur jaanghon ke beech Abhay ke cum ka wo geelapan abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha.
Woh is waqt Abhay ke sath thi.
Usne use poori raat aur subah tak apne andar liya tha.
Phir bhi, jaise-jaise gaadi ke dono taraf ke ped aur raste tezi se peeche ki taraf bhaag rahe the, Trupti ke dil ke kisi behad chhote aur chupchaap kone mein ek aisi jagah thi jo abhi bhi khali thi —
Woh khali pan jo theek ek saal pehle door chale gaye us ladke (Rahul) ne apne peeche chhod diya tha...

Raat ke theek 11:50 baj rahe the.

Hostel ka kamra poori tarah andhere mein dooba hua tha, bas study table par rakhi ek choti si night lamp ki peeli light deewar par pad rahi thi. Paas hi bed par Sheetal gahri neend mein so rahi thi, uski halki aur niyamit saansein kamre ki khamoshi mein sunayi de rahi thin. Trupti apne bed par kambal ke andar leti hui thi, uska haath apne phone par tha. Ceiling fan dheere-dheere, ek monotonous aawaz ke sath ghoom raha tha. Pichle do dinon se uske dimaag mein resort wali raat ki ek-ek film chal rahi thi — Abhay ka wahan unhe touch karna, uska 8-inch ka lund, uske andar utarne wala garm cum, subah ka doosra round, aur unke jismon ki ragad. Uska jism abhi bhi un yaadon ko sochkar andar se garam ho jata tha.
Achanak, phone screen par ek light jali aur phone vibrate hone laga.
Rahul
Trupti ka dil ek zordaar dhakka kha kar jaise ruk gaya. Usne ghabrakar foran Sheetal ki taraf dekha — woh abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Phir Trupti ne bina ek second ganwaye blanket ko apne chehre ke aur upar kheench liya aur call receive kar li. Yeh ek video call thi.




Screen on hote hi samne Rahul ka chehra aa gaya. Background mein USA ke uske apartment ka dark aur clean kona dikh raha tha jahan dim lights jall rahi thin. Usne ek simple black t-shirt pehni thi. Uske baal thode messy the, bilkul waise jaise woh late night jagta ho. Uski aankhein bilkul shant thin, lekin unke andar wahi purani, gehri aur sab kuch jaan lene wali chhor thi jo Trupti hamesha se jaanti thi. Yeh unke beech mein pehli video call thi jab se Rahul USA gaya tha — uske jaane ke baad yeh pehla mauka tha jab woh aamne-samne screen par the.

“Hey…” Rahul ne apni usi dheemi, thodi bhaari aawaz mein kaha.
Trupti ne blanket ke andar se hi thodi kaanpni hui aawaz mein jawab diya, “Hey… itni raat ko? Wahan kya time hua hai?”
“Time difference,” Rahul ne simple tarike se kaha. “Wahan raat ho gayi hogi. Bata... akeli hai room mein?”
“Haan. Sheetal so rahi hai.”
Thodi der ke liye line par ek gehri khamoshi cha gayi. Dono ek doosre ko screen ke through itni doori se dekh rahe the. Trupti ke chehre par abhi bhi resort se lautne ke baad ki woh thakan aur ek ajeeb sa glowing blush bacha hua tha. Rahul ne use screen par ek-ek karke gaur se observe kiya, jaise woh uske chehre ki har ek line ko padh raha ho.
“Kaisa chal raha hai wahan?” usne bina kisi gusse ke bas ek quiet curiosity ke sath poocha.
“Theek hi hai… college, hostel, normal routine,” Trupti ne short mein baat khatam karni chaahi.
Lekin Rahul kahan chhorne wala tha. Usne thodi der aur use dekha, aur phir seedha point par aate hue poocha, “Abhay ke saath weekend par kahan gayi thi? Resort ka plan kaise bana?”
Trupti ki aankhein dar aur hairani se thodi badi ho gayi. “Kaise pata tujhe?... Tujhe kaise maloom hua?”
“Tera location jo last time share kiya tha, usse andaza lag gaya tha. Aur…” Rahul ne halka sa muskura kar screen ke kareeb dekha. “Teri aankhon mein aur tere chehre par saaf dikh raha hai, Trupti. Chhupa mat mujhse.” Usne dheemi lekin command wali aawaz mein kaha, “Bata mujhe. Kya kiya uske saath wahan?”
Trupti ne foran apni nazrein screen se hata kar neeche jhuka li. Uske gaal sharm aur garmi se laal pad gaye. “Rahul… please, yeh sab mat pooch na.”
“Pooch raha hoon na,” uski aawaz ab aur bhi zyada shant aur firm ho chuki thi. “Detail mein bata mujhe. Mujhe ek-ek baat sunni hai. Shy mat ho, main itni door hoon. Bas bata.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band ki, aur phir kholi. Usne apne gale ko saaf kiya aur bilkul dheemi fhiski hui aawaz mein bolna shuru kiya, taaki Sheetal ki neend na khul jaye.
“Hum… ek resort gaye the... lakeside par. Pehle wahan dinner kiya… phir thodi champagne peeli… aur baahar music par thoda dance kiya…”
“Uske baad kya hua?” Rahul ki nigahein screen par Trupti ke hothon par tik gayi thin.
Trupti ki saansein abhi se tez hone lagi thin. “Phir… hum apne room mein aa gaye. Usne… mujhe bed par baithakar kiss kiya. Bahut der tak… mere hoth choos liye. Phir… usne meri black dress upar uthayi… aur meri panty check ki… woh poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si dark chamak aayi, lekin usne apne expression ko control rakha. “Aur phir?”
“Usne… meri panty wahin utaar kar phenk di. Phir… usne mujhe bed par lita diya aur… apne munh se mujhe neeche se karne laga.” Trupti ki aawaz mein ab sharm ke sath-sath woh purani heat phir se daudne lagi thi. “Usne bahut der tak… meri choot ko apne munh se chaata… aur main… uske munh ke andar hi pehli baar nikal gayi thi.”
Rahul ne ek lambi saans li, uska sina thoda upar hua. “Uske baad usne kya kiya?”
Trupti ne aankhein band karke pichhli raat aur subah ki poori kahani bina kisi jhijhak ke jaldi-jaldi bata di — kaise Abhay ne apna 8-inch ka lund uske munh mein diya, kaise usne poora andar tak liya, kaise usne uske munh ke andar hi apna garm cum chhod diya aur Trupti ne ek bhi boond baahar giraaye bina use poora nigal liya, kaise baad mein usne bed par use alag-alag positions mein litakar ghanto chodaa, kaise usne andar hi baar-baar cum kiya, aur subah uthte hi fir se subah ke time kaise wahi sab repeat hua.
Poora time jab Trupti ek-ek gandi aur intimate detail bata rahi thi, Rahul chupchaap ekdam pathar ki tarah sunta raha. Uske chehre par koi khul kar hasi ya gussa nahi tha, lekin uski aankhein bilkul black aur heavy ho chuki thin. Screen ke neeche, camera angle ke thoda niche uska ek haath dikh raha tha jo dheere-dheere apni t-shirt ke upar se apne lower body ki taraf move kar chuka tha.
Jab Trupti ki saansein ruki aur usne batana band kiya, toh wahan kuch seconds ke liye ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi.
Rahul ne bahut dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Trupti… next time… jab bhi woh tujhe is tarah se chode na… toh mujhe call kar dena. Main phone par sunna chahta hoon ki woh tujhe kaise chod raha hai. Ya phir… main video par dekhna chahta hoon.”
Trupti ki aankhein dar se aur badi ho gayi. Usne screen ki taraf dekha. “Rahul… tu yeh kya keh raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya?”
“Main bilkul theek keh raha hoon,” usne shant lekin ekdam firm aawaz mein kaha. “Main force nahi kar raha hoon tujhe. Lekin next time… try karna. Mujhe achha lagega.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas uska dil chaathi ke andar kisi dhols ki tarah tez-tez dhadakne laga tha.
Rahul ne thodi der tak bina kuch bole use screen par dekha, aur phir ek achanak order diya, “Ab ek kaam kar. Apna camera thoda neeche kar. Apna chehra aur apna jism mujhe dikha.”
Trupti ne apni palkein uthayi aur screen par dekhi. “Kyun? Achanak yeh sab kyun bol raha hai?”
“Kyunki main dekhna chahta hoon,” Rahul ne seedhe-seedhe bina kisi sharm ke kaha. “Aur… main abhi apne haath mein apna lund liye hue baitha hoon. Tujhe dekhte hue hi nikalna chahta hoon main. Mujhe abhi ke abhi apni nudes bhej... ya video par dikha.”
Trupti ka munh hairaani aur sharm se thoda khul gaya. Ek taraf sharm ki aag thi aur doosri taraf ek ajeeb si mandali thi jo Rahul ki har baat par fisal rahi thi. Sheetal ke paas me soye hone ka khayal aate hi uska dil baahar aane laga, lekin usne kambal ke andar hi apne phone ko adjust kiya. Pehle usne thoda upar karke apna chehra dikhaya jo poora laal aur shy ho raha tha. Phir usne apna soft top thoda upar khinch liya. Uske bra ke upar se uske heavy boobs ka shape dikh raha tha. Phir Rahul ke kehne par usne apni bra ko bhi upar sarak diya, aur uske do bade, soft aur milky boobs screen ke saamne aa gaye, jin par Abhay ke diye hue laal nishaan abhi bhi saaf chamak rahe the.
Rahul ki saansein screen ke us taraf se saaf sunayi dene lagi thin — woh kafi heavy ho chuki thin. Uska haath ab apni t-shirt ke andar jaakar apne lund ko tezi se upar-neeche hila raha tha.
“Aur neeche kar… apni choot dikha mujhe,” Rahul ne command di.
Trupti ne thodi der ke liye hesitate kiya, uska jism kaanp raha tha. Lekin phir usne apni short nighty ko aur upar khinch liya aur apni panty ko ek taraf sarakakar apni choot screen ke saamne kar di. Soft, pinkish, aur resort ke baad thodi si swollen aur geele fluids se bhari hui choot saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Rahul ki aankhein screen par wahi atak gayi thin. Uske haath ki hilane ki speed ekdam double ho chuki thi.
“Ab apni do ungliyan apni choot ke andar daal,” Rahul ne ekdam dheemi aur gandi aawaz mein kaha. “Apne aap ko khud feel kar... aur mujhe dikha ki tu kaise apne aap ko garam kar rahi hai.”
Trupti ne sharm ke maare apni aankhein kas kar band kar li. Uska chehra poora paseene se geela ho gaya tha, lekin uske haath ne khud-ba-khud aage badhkar apni do lambi ungliyan apni choot ke andar ghusa diyan. Ek geeli aur slurpy aawaz kamre mein goonj gayi. Usne dheere-dheere apni ungliyon ko andar-bahar chalana shuru kar diya. Screen ke uss taraf Rahul apni choot dekhte hue apne 8-inch ke lund ko aur bhi tezi se muth maar raha tha.
“Aahhh… Rahul…” Trupti ke munh se ek halki si moan nikalte-nikalte bach gayi.
Rahul ki saansein ab bilkul tootne ki kagar par thin. “Bol... uska lund kaisa laga tujhe? Mere se bada tha na?”
“Bada tha…” Trupti ne kaanpte hue sharmili aawaz mein accept kiya. “8 inch ka tha… bahut mota… meri choot ko andar tak poora faad kar bhar diya tha usne…”

Teen… chaar baar…” Trupti ne saans rokte hue kaha.




Saale ne achha kiya tere sath…” Rahul ki aawaz ab pure possessive rage aur lust mein doobi hui thi. “Ab apni ungliyan aur tez chala, Trupti. Main abhi nikalne wala hoon, jaldi kar!”

Trupti ne aankhein band karke apni ungliyon ki speed ko badha diya. Uski choot se nikalne wali geele paani ki aawaz ab phone ke speaker se Rahul tak pahunch rahi thi. Rahul ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa tense aur wild expression aa gaya tha. Usne aakhiri ke kuch seconds mein apne lund ko zor-zor se muth maarte hue screen se thoda piche kiya.
“Aahhh… fuck… main gaya…”
Usne screen ke samne hi apna sara garm cum apne upar aur haathon par chhod diya. Trupti ne saaf-saaf dekha Rahul ke chehre ka woh final release wala expression — aankhein adhkuli, munh khula hua, aur jism poora kaap raha tha. Kuch seconds tak wahi haalat mein rehne ke baad usne ek lambi saans li aur camera ko wapas apne chehre ke samne kiya.
Dono thodi der tak chupchaap ek doosre ko screen par dekhte rahe.
Rahul ne aakhir mein ek halki si smirk ke sath dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Maine teri saari nudes aur yeh sab screen par save kar liya hai, Trupti. Yaad rakhna... next time jab bhi woh tujhe is tarah se chode, toh bas aankh band karke yeh sochna ki main bhi wahin hoon aur sab sun raha hoon.”
Trupti ne darr ke maare apni nigahein neeche kar liin. “Rahul… yeh sab theek nahi hai… tu door hai aur…”
“Main sab jaanta hoon,” Rahul ne uski baat ko beech mein hi kaat kar ekdam shant aawaz mein kaha. “Main jaanta hoon ki main door hoon. Lekin main abhi bhi sirf tera hi hoon, Trupti. Aur tu… chahe woh tujhe kitni bhi baar chode, tu aaj bhi sirf aur sirf meri hi hai.”
Call cut hone se theek pehle, Rahul ne use aakhiri baar dekha aur bola, “Good night, Mom.”
Beep.
Screen ekdam kaali ho gayi.




Trupti waise hi phone ko apne seene se kas kar chipkaye hue bed par leti rahi. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi geeli thin aur unse wahi scent aa raha tha. Uski dil ki dhadkanein abhi bhi normal nahi ho rahi thin. Paas hi Sheetal abhi bhi gehri neend mein so rahi thi.

Usne dheere se apni nigahein upar ceiling ki taraf ghuma diin.
Ek taraf Abhay tha jo use sach mein physically chahta tha, uske jism par apna haq jata raha tha.
Aur doosri taraf Rahul tha jo itni door baithkar bhi, sirf ek phone call se uske dimaag aur uske jism ko poori tarah control kar raha tha.
Aur woh khud… in dono mardong ke beech mein fas kar, apne hi hathon se khud ko mitane aur chune par majboor thi.
Abhi college ke woh ek saal poore hone mein poore baaki the...

[Rinkp219]

Kya hii gajab ki update tha Bhai ...maza aagaya.....

Waiting more

[Wildm]

Very erotic update

[Rajendra karka]

Story turning in cuckold angle