02-09-2025, 12:57 AM
Chapter Two: Night Whispers
The Bangalore college campus was cloaked in darkness, the starry sky above quiet on the same night the physics gang—Arjun, Karthik, Shreya, and Ashwin—had lounged under the banyan tree, reeling from Deepika’s invite to her Kerala village wedding. The air was thick with jasmine and the soft chirping of crickets, the campus paths dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The day’s charged moments—Deepika’s curves in her long kurta sparking the boys’ lust, Shreya’s jealousy flaring as Arjun ogled and groped her under her dupatta in her kameez, and her own confusing pull toward Deepika—hung heavy, fueling a restless night.
In the boys’ dorm, Arjun, Karthik, and Ashwin sprawled on creaky cots, the ceiling fan groaning in the humid air. The room reeked of old books, sweat, and cheap deodorant, a single bulb casting long shadows across peeling walls. Arjun, tall and muscular, leaned against the wall, his wheatish skin glowing in a tight T-shirt, his cocky grin flashing as he tossed a cricket ball between his hands. “Fuck, Deepika miss is a goddamn goddess,” he said, voice low, eyes glinting with raw hunger. “That kurta today, clinging to her full breasts, that round ass bouncing as she walked away? I’d shove her against the lecture hall board, rip that kurta open, and suck her tits till she’s screaming my name. Imagine her caramel skin under my hands, her hips grinding on my cock, her coral lips begging me to fuck her hard, her wavy hair tangled as I take her from behind, her moans filling the room.” His dick stirred in his jeans, his fantasy vivid, his voice thick with lust, making the room pulse with heat. “And her lucky husband? That bastard’s gonna enjoy every night, pounding that ass, sucking those tits, making her scream. Must be heaven waking up to her curves.”
Karthik, lean with freckled skin, lounged on his cot, legs spread wide, his cock hardening as he smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. “She’s pure fire, man. I’d tie her up in class, her own dupatta around her wrists, that slim waist arching as I spank her ass till it’s red and burning. Picture her coral lips gasping, wavy black hair loose, while I fuck her over the desk, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her caramel skin flushing so fucking sexy. She’d be moaning, pleading for my cock, her eyes locked on mine, begging for more.” His voice dripped with desire, his dick throbbing as he leaned forward, caught in the image, his fingers twitching as if already binding her. “Her husband’s the luckiest guy alive—getting to enjoy that body daily, tying her up, spanking that ass, fucking her senseless. Bet he can’t keep his hands off her tits and hips.”
Ashwin, chubby with bright eyes, sat cross-legged on his cot, his dimpled cheeks flushed, dick twitching under his loose shorts. “She’s perfect,” he mumbled, shy but bold in the dark, his voice trembling with excitement. “I dream of her guiding my hands, blindfolding me with a scarf, her full breasts bouncing as she rides my cock, that ass grinding against me, her wavy hair brushing my face. I’d lick every inch of her caramel skin, worship her tits and ass till she’s trembling under me, her moans driving me wild, her body shaking as I make her come.” His cock was hard, his shy demeanor cracking as he shared, the shared fantasies charging the air with raw, electric lust, their cocks straining as they laughed, voices low and hoarse. “And her husband? He’s gonna have the best life, blindfolding her, riding that ass, licking her tits every night. Lucky bastard gets to enjoy all that caramel skin and curves forever.”
Across campus, in her staff quarters, Deepika sat on her bed, the moonlight streaming through an open window, casting soft glows on her caramel skin. Her long kurta and leggings hugged her curves, outlining her full breasts, slim waist, and round ass, impossible to conceal despite the modest fabric. Her wavy black hair fell loose, coral lips curved as she started a video call with her fiancé, Anil, in Kerala. The screen flickered, showing Anil’s rugged face, his eyes hungry as he leaned closer from his dimly lit room. “Miss you, babe,” he growled, voice thick with want. Deepika leaned back on her pillows, her kurta riding up slightly, teasing her thighs through the leggings. “Miss you more,” she purred, her voice soft and sultry, a stark contrast to her stern classroom tone. “Wish you were here to touch me.” Anil groaned, “Fuck, Dee, show me something sexy.” She smiled, teasing, and slipped off her kurta, revealing a black bra that cradled her full breasts, her curves glowing in the moonlight. “Like this?” she whispered, her fingers tracing her cleavage, her body warming as she arched slightly, her thighs pressing together. Anil’s breathing grew heavy, “You’re so fucking hot. I’d pin you down, fuck you till those tits bounce, make you scream my name.” Deepika moaned softly, her hand lingering near her bra strap, arousal sparking in her eyes.
Suddenly, Anil’s phone buzzed loudly. “Shit, work emergency,” he muttered, frustrated, his face tense. “Back in a sec, babe, don’t move.” He stepped away, leaving the call running. Deepika, thinking it was private, minimized the screen and continued browsing wedding dresses on her phone, still in her bra and leggings, her caramel skin gleaming. Forgetting the call was live, she stood, humming softly, and moved to her wardrobe. She unhooked her bra, her full breasts spilling free, nipples hard in the cool air, then slid off her leggings and panties, her round ass and slim waist bare. She bent to grab a loose nightdress, her breasts and ass swaying, oblivious to the open camera capturing every curve.
At Anil’s house in Kerala, his nephew, Rohan, visiting from the city, was already on the PC, browsing porn in a darkened room, his cock half-hard from a video of a woman stripping. The minimized video call popped up unexpectedly, revealing Deepika sitting in her bra, her full breasts and slim waist framed, her wavy hair cascading down her face. Rohan’s eyes widened, his cock hardening instantly as he watched her, transfixed by his uncle’s fiancée. From Rohan’s point of view, her caramel skin looked smooth and inviting, her coral lips parted slightly as she hummed, her fingers absently tracing her cleavage, making her breasts rise and fall with each breath. He leaned closer, his breath shallow, taking in the way her bra hugged her full, rounded breasts, the curve of her slim waist leading to her hips hidden by leggings. As she stood, her movements graceful, he got a glimpse of her round ass through the leggings, the fabric stretching tight. When she unhooked her bra, her breasts spilled free, full and firm, nipples dark and hard against her caramel skin, bouncing slightly with her motion. Then, as she slid off her leggings and panties, her ass came into view—round, smooth, and perfect, her slim waist flaring to her hips, her caramel skin glowing under the moonlight. Rohan’s dick throbbed painfully, guilt flooding him but his eyes glued to her breasts and ass, the way her wavy hair brushed her back as she bent, her coral lips still curved in a hum. He slammed the laptop shut, heart pounding, his arousal overwhelming his shame.
In her hostel room, Shreya lay under a thin sheet, the fan creaking above. Her fair skin glowed, curly black hair spread on the pillow, her tight skirt and top clinging to her breasts and ass, the skirt riding up her thighs as she shifted. She was fuming about Arjun ogling Deepika’s ass and groping her under her dupatta earlier in her kameez, his eyes on their lecturer instead of her. Feeling needy and bold, she grabbed her phone, texting Karthik, her best friend, her fingers flying, open and craving his attention, her body tingling with anticipation.
Shreya: Karthik, u up? Arjun was glued to Deepika miss’s ass today, staring like a total creep. So fucking annoying!
Karthik, on his dorm cot, grinned, his freckled skin warm, cock hardening at the chance to pull her closer. He typed fast, diving into the steamy vibe, his fingers eager.
Karthik: Yo, Shreya, I saw that shit. Deepika’s hot, no lie, but Arjun’s a fucking idiot. Why chase her when he’s got a sexy-as-hell girlfriend like u? Ur way hotter, babe.
Shreya’s nipples tightened under her top, her face lighting up with a giggle. She felt bold, safe with Karthik, and texted back, leaning hard into the flirt, her skirt shifting higher as she squirmed.
Shreya: Aww, Karthik, u really think I’m hotter? ? Come on, spill—what makes me so sexy? I need to hear it tonight!
Karthik’s dick throbbed, his kinky thoughts racing, imagining her tied up. He typed, going all in, heart pounding.
Karthik: Fuck yeah, Shreya. Ur curves are insane—that ass in that skirt today? Shit, it’s perfect, makes my cock hard just thinking about it. Those breasts in that tight top? Fucking killer. What’s ur size, babe? Bet it’s fire.
Shreya’s body buzzed, her nipples aching, her fair skin flushed. She laughed softly, typing fast, fully open and playful, her fingers trembling with excitement.
Shreya: U naughty bastard! ? My top’s so tight, shows off my breasts just right—32B, u happy? My ass looks hot in this skirt, huh? What else u like? ?
Karthik groaned, his cock rock hard, loving her flirty vibe. He typed, pushing further, his mind wild.
Karthik: 32B? Damn, Shreya, that’s fucking hot. Ur tiny waist, that ass shaking in that skirt? I’m losing it. Hip size, girl? Gotta know how u fill that tight outfit.
Shreya’s cheeks burned, her body tingling, fingers trembling as she typed, caught in the steamy game, her skirt riding up to her thighs.
Shreya: Haha, my hips? They make this skirt pop, 34 inches of trouble. ? U’re so bad, Karthik, but I love it. Think I’m hotter than Deepika’s curves?
Karthik’s dick pulsed, his mind wild with kinky thoughts. He typed, keeping it steamy.
Karthik: No fucking contest, babe. Ur curves destroy Deepika’s. Arjun’s blind as fuck. That saree at the wedding’s gonna make every guy’s cock hard, especially mine.
Shreya laughed, her body warm, nipples tight. She typed, bold and teasing, her fingers flying.
Shreya: Stop, u! ? But don’t… makes me feel so fucking sexy. U better watch urself in Kerala, or I’ll tease u till u beg.
In the dorm, Arjun slept, dreaming of Deepika’s kurta slipping off, unaware of Shreya’s texts. Ashwin, awake, heard his phone ping, wishing it was Shreya. His mind drifted to a memory from years ago in college, during a family visit in Kerala. The house was packed after a festival, and he’d “accidentally” bumped into Shreya in a narrow hallway, his hand brushing her breast, soft and warm through her thin top. Her fair skin had flushed, her curly black hair bouncing as she laughed it off, saying, “Clumsy Ashwin!” and squeezing his arm playfully, unaware of the electric jolt it sent through him. The touch had seared into his mind, now twisting into taboo desire, his cock hardening as he imagined blindfolding her, feeling that softness again, her body pressed close in a forbidden game, her moans filling his ears. He shifted on his cot, guilt flooding him, his dimpled cheeks red in the dark, his dick painfully hard as he tried to push the thoughts away.
The night settled over the campus, the Kerala trip a week away. The boys’ raw, lust-filled talk, Deepika’s steamy call gone wrong with Rohan’s forbidden glimpse, Shreya’s open, flirty texts with Karthik, and Ashwin’s guilty flashback—it all stoked their secrets. Arjun’s hunger for Deepika, Karthik’s kinky want for Shreya, Ashwin’s taboo crush, and Shreya’s jealousy and pull toward Deepika were set to ignite under the village coconut trees.
The Bangalore college campus was cloaked in darkness, the starry sky above quiet on the same night the physics gang—Arjun, Karthik, Shreya, and Ashwin—had lounged under the banyan tree, reeling from Deepika’s invite to her Kerala village wedding. The air was thick with jasmine and the soft chirping of crickets, the campus paths dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The day’s charged moments—Deepika’s curves in her long kurta sparking the boys’ lust, Shreya’s jealousy flaring as Arjun ogled and groped her under her dupatta in her kameez, and her own confusing pull toward Deepika—hung heavy, fueling a restless night.
In the boys’ dorm, Arjun, Karthik, and Ashwin sprawled on creaky cots, the ceiling fan groaning in the humid air. The room reeked of old books, sweat, and cheap deodorant, a single bulb casting long shadows across peeling walls. Arjun, tall and muscular, leaned against the wall, his wheatish skin glowing in a tight T-shirt, his cocky grin flashing as he tossed a cricket ball between his hands. “Fuck, Deepika miss is a goddamn goddess,” he said, voice low, eyes glinting with raw hunger. “That kurta today, clinging to her full breasts, that round ass bouncing as she walked away? I’d shove her against the lecture hall board, rip that kurta open, and suck her tits till she’s screaming my name. Imagine her caramel skin under my hands, her hips grinding on my cock, her coral lips begging me to fuck her hard, her wavy hair tangled as I take her from behind, her moans filling the room.” His dick stirred in his jeans, his fantasy vivid, his voice thick with lust, making the room pulse with heat. “And her lucky husband? That bastard’s gonna enjoy every night, pounding that ass, sucking those tits, making her scream. Must be heaven waking up to her curves.”
Karthik, lean with freckled skin, lounged on his cot, legs spread wide, his cock hardening as he smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. “She’s pure fire, man. I’d tie her up in class, her own dupatta around her wrists, that slim waist arching as I spank her ass till it’s red and burning. Picture her coral lips gasping, wavy black hair loose, while I fuck her over the desk, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her caramel skin flushing so fucking sexy. She’d be moaning, pleading for my cock, her eyes locked on mine, begging for more.” His voice dripped with desire, his dick throbbing as he leaned forward, caught in the image, his fingers twitching as if already binding her. “Her husband’s the luckiest guy alive—getting to enjoy that body daily, tying her up, spanking that ass, fucking her senseless. Bet he can’t keep his hands off her tits and hips.”
Ashwin, chubby with bright eyes, sat cross-legged on his cot, his dimpled cheeks flushed, dick twitching under his loose shorts. “She’s perfect,” he mumbled, shy but bold in the dark, his voice trembling with excitement. “I dream of her guiding my hands, blindfolding me with a scarf, her full breasts bouncing as she rides my cock, that ass grinding against me, her wavy hair brushing my face. I’d lick every inch of her caramel skin, worship her tits and ass till she’s trembling under me, her moans driving me wild, her body shaking as I make her come.” His cock was hard, his shy demeanor cracking as he shared, the shared fantasies charging the air with raw, electric lust, their cocks straining as they laughed, voices low and hoarse. “And her husband? He’s gonna have the best life, blindfolding her, riding that ass, licking her tits every night. Lucky bastard gets to enjoy all that caramel skin and curves forever.”
Across campus, in her staff quarters, Deepika sat on her bed, the moonlight streaming through an open window, casting soft glows on her caramel skin. Her long kurta and leggings hugged her curves, outlining her full breasts, slim waist, and round ass, impossible to conceal despite the modest fabric. Her wavy black hair fell loose, coral lips curved as she started a video call with her fiancé, Anil, in Kerala. The screen flickered, showing Anil’s rugged face, his eyes hungry as he leaned closer from his dimly lit room. “Miss you, babe,” he growled, voice thick with want. Deepika leaned back on her pillows, her kurta riding up slightly, teasing her thighs through the leggings. “Miss you more,” she purred, her voice soft and sultry, a stark contrast to her stern classroom tone. “Wish you were here to touch me.” Anil groaned, “Fuck, Dee, show me something sexy.” She smiled, teasing, and slipped off her kurta, revealing a black bra that cradled her full breasts, her curves glowing in the moonlight. “Like this?” she whispered, her fingers tracing her cleavage, her body warming as she arched slightly, her thighs pressing together. Anil’s breathing grew heavy, “You’re so fucking hot. I’d pin you down, fuck you till those tits bounce, make you scream my name.” Deepika moaned softly, her hand lingering near her bra strap, arousal sparking in her eyes.
Suddenly, Anil’s phone buzzed loudly. “Shit, work emergency,” he muttered, frustrated, his face tense. “Back in a sec, babe, don’t move.” He stepped away, leaving the call running. Deepika, thinking it was private, minimized the screen and continued browsing wedding dresses on her phone, still in her bra and leggings, her caramel skin gleaming. Forgetting the call was live, she stood, humming softly, and moved to her wardrobe. She unhooked her bra, her full breasts spilling free, nipples hard in the cool air, then slid off her leggings and panties, her round ass and slim waist bare. She bent to grab a loose nightdress, her breasts and ass swaying, oblivious to the open camera capturing every curve.
At Anil’s house in Kerala, his nephew, Rohan, visiting from the city, was already on the PC, browsing porn in a darkened room, his cock half-hard from a video of a woman stripping. The minimized video call popped up unexpectedly, revealing Deepika sitting in her bra, her full breasts and slim waist framed, her wavy hair cascading down her face. Rohan’s eyes widened, his cock hardening instantly as he watched her, transfixed by his uncle’s fiancée. From Rohan’s point of view, her caramel skin looked smooth and inviting, her coral lips parted slightly as she hummed, her fingers absently tracing her cleavage, making her breasts rise and fall with each breath. He leaned closer, his breath shallow, taking in the way her bra hugged her full, rounded breasts, the curve of her slim waist leading to her hips hidden by leggings. As she stood, her movements graceful, he got a glimpse of her round ass through the leggings, the fabric stretching tight. When she unhooked her bra, her breasts spilled free, full and firm, nipples dark and hard against her caramel skin, bouncing slightly with her motion. Then, as she slid off her leggings and panties, her ass came into view—round, smooth, and perfect, her slim waist flaring to her hips, her caramel skin glowing under the moonlight. Rohan’s dick throbbed painfully, guilt flooding him but his eyes glued to her breasts and ass, the way her wavy hair brushed her back as she bent, her coral lips still curved in a hum. He slammed the laptop shut, heart pounding, his arousal overwhelming his shame.
In her hostel room, Shreya lay under a thin sheet, the fan creaking above. Her fair skin glowed, curly black hair spread on the pillow, her tight skirt and top clinging to her breasts and ass, the skirt riding up her thighs as she shifted. She was fuming about Arjun ogling Deepika’s ass and groping her under her dupatta earlier in her kameez, his eyes on their lecturer instead of her. Feeling needy and bold, she grabbed her phone, texting Karthik, her best friend, her fingers flying, open and craving his attention, her body tingling with anticipation.
Shreya: Karthik, u up? Arjun was glued to Deepika miss’s ass today, staring like a total creep. So fucking annoying!
Karthik, on his dorm cot, grinned, his freckled skin warm, cock hardening at the chance to pull her closer. He typed fast, diving into the steamy vibe, his fingers eager.
Karthik: Yo, Shreya, I saw that shit. Deepika’s hot, no lie, but Arjun’s a fucking idiot. Why chase her when he’s got a sexy-as-hell girlfriend like u? Ur way hotter, babe.
Shreya’s nipples tightened under her top, her face lighting up with a giggle. She felt bold, safe with Karthik, and texted back, leaning hard into the flirt, her skirt shifting higher as she squirmed.
Shreya: Aww, Karthik, u really think I’m hotter? ? Come on, spill—what makes me so sexy? I need to hear it tonight!
Karthik’s dick throbbed, his kinky thoughts racing, imagining her tied up. He typed, going all in, heart pounding.
Karthik: Fuck yeah, Shreya. Ur curves are insane—that ass in that skirt today? Shit, it’s perfect, makes my cock hard just thinking about it. Those breasts in that tight top? Fucking killer. What’s ur size, babe? Bet it’s fire.
Shreya’s body buzzed, her nipples aching, her fair skin flushed. She laughed softly, typing fast, fully open and playful, her fingers trembling with excitement.
Shreya: U naughty bastard! ? My top’s so tight, shows off my breasts just right—32B, u happy? My ass looks hot in this skirt, huh? What else u like? ?
Karthik groaned, his cock rock hard, loving her flirty vibe. He typed, pushing further, his mind wild.
Karthik: 32B? Damn, Shreya, that’s fucking hot. Ur tiny waist, that ass shaking in that skirt? I’m losing it. Hip size, girl? Gotta know how u fill that tight outfit.
Shreya’s cheeks burned, her body tingling, fingers trembling as she typed, caught in the steamy game, her skirt riding up to her thighs.
Shreya: Haha, my hips? They make this skirt pop, 34 inches of trouble. ? U’re so bad, Karthik, but I love it. Think I’m hotter than Deepika’s curves?
Karthik’s dick pulsed, his mind wild with kinky thoughts. He typed, keeping it steamy.
Karthik: No fucking contest, babe. Ur curves destroy Deepika’s. Arjun’s blind as fuck. That saree at the wedding’s gonna make every guy’s cock hard, especially mine.
Shreya laughed, her body warm, nipples tight. She typed, bold and teasing, her fingers flying.
Shreya: Stop, u! ? But don’t… makes me feel so fucking sexy. U better watch urself in Kerala, or I’ll tease u till u beg.
In the dorm, Arjun slept, dreaming of Deepika’s kurta slipping off, unaware of Shreya’s texts. Ashwin, awake, heard his phone ping, wishing it was Shreya. His mind drifted to a memory from years ago in college, during a family visit in Kerala. The house was packed after a festival, and he’d “accidentally” bumped into Shreya in a narrow hallway, his hand brushing her breast, soft and warm through her thin top. Her fair skin had flushed, her curly black hair bouncing as she laughed it off, saying, “Clumsy Ashwin!” and squeezing his arm playfully, unaware of the electric jolt it sent through him. The touch had seared into his mind, now twisting into taboo desire, his cock hardening as he imagined blindfolding her, feeling that softness again, her body pressed close in a forbidden game, her moans filling his ears. He shifted on his cot, guilt flooding him, his dimpled cheeks red in the dark, his dick painfully hard as he tried to push the thoughts away.
The night settled over the campus, the Kerala trip a week away. The boys’ raw, lust-filled talk, Deepika’s steamy call gone wrong with Rohan’s forbidden glimpse, Shreya’s open, flirty texts with Karthik, and Ashwin’s guilty flashback—it all stoked their secrets. Arjun’s hunger for Deepika, Karthik’s kinky want for Shreya, Ashwin’s taboo crush, and Shreya’s jealousy and pull toward Deepika were set to ignite under the village coconut trees.
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