Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Dopehar ka wo garm aur hawas bhara samandar ab shaant ho chuka tha. Suraj dhalne ke baad Goa ki hawa mein ek nashiili thandak aa gayi thi. Villa ke pichhwade (backyard) mein pool ke kinare fairy lights jagmaga rahi thin aur ek chhota sa bonfire jalaya gaya tha. Pura group paani se nikal kar naha-dho chuka tha aur ab sab bahar lawn mein aaram se baithe drinks enjoy kar rahe the.

Trupti bhi apne kamre se taiyaar hokar aayi toh sabki nazrein ek pal ke liye uspar thahar gayin. Raat ki us azaadi ke baad, Trupti ka dressing style poori tarah 'bold college girl' wala ho chuka tha. Aaj usne ek behad chhota sa denim hot-pants pehna tha, jisme uski 38-inch ki bhari gaand ka nichla hissa (cheeks) halka sa bahar jhalak raha tha aur uski gori, chikni jaanghein aag laga rahi thin. Upar usne ek oversized white shirt pehni thi, jiske upar ke teen buttons poori tarah khule the. Us khuli hui shirt ke andar se uski black lace wali deep-neck bralette saaf dikh rahi thi, jo uske 38-inch ke gudaaz aur bhari boobs ko aage ki taraf push kar rahi thi. Jab wo chalti ya aage jhukti, toh us safed shirt ke beech se uski gahri cleavage ki khaan poori tarah nangi nazar aati. Usne baalon ko loose curls mein rakha tha aur hothon par dark red lipstick lagayi thi.
Trupti aakar Abhay ke bagal mein ek bean bag par baith gayi. Uski nangi jaangh Abhay ki jeans se touch ho rahi thi. Abhay ne use dekhte hi ek hawas bhari muskaan di aur table ke neeche se uski jaangh par apna garm haath rakh diya.
Is khamoshi aur romantic vibe ko todte hue Rahul ne apne haath mein pakde beer ki bottle ko zameen par halke se patka.
"Guys! Kal humari aakhri raat hai Goa mein," Rahul ne bohot hi casual aur excited aawaz mein sabka dhyan apni taraf kheencha. "Aise aaram se baith kar time waste nahi kar sakte. Aaj ki raat ko kuch memorable aur wild banate hain. Let's play an Extreme Truth or Dare... with chits!"

"Oh ho! Kya baat hai Rahul, tu toh form mein aa gaya!" Sahil ne taali bajate hue kaha. Kriti toh pehle se hi Rahul ke har idea par mar mitne ko taiyaar thi.

"Game thoda interesting banate hain," Rahul ne ek bada sa kaanch ka bowl table ke beech mein rakhte hue kaha. "Hum sab ek-ek pen aur paper lenge. Sab log apne dimaag se 2-3 sabse wild aur crazy dares likhenge aur is bowl mein daalenge. Jiske taraf bottle rukegi, use aankh band karke ek parchi (chit) uthani hogi aur bina hichkichaye wo dare poora karna hoga."
"Perfect!" Abhay ne josh mein aakar kaha. "Maza aayega. Sab log likho apne sabse gande aur khatarnak dares."
Rahul ne sabko chote-chote kaagaz ke tukde aur pen baant diye. Sab log haste-khelte, ek doosre se chhupa kar apne-apne dares likhne lage. Kriti ne ek behad flirty aur sexy dare likha (shayad Rahul ke liye), aur Pranay ne kuch funny sa. Trupti ne bhi thoda sharmate hue, par 'college girl' wali spirit dikhane ke liye ek normal sa dare likh diya—jaise 'kiss the person on your right'.
Jab sabne apne dares likh liye, toh Rahul apni jagah se utha. "Laao, sab apni chits fold karke is bowl mein daal do. Main isko achhe se mix kar deta hoon," Rahul ne badi masoomiyat se kaha.
Sabne apni parchiyan bowl mein daal din. Rahul bowl ko lekar do kadam piche ghuma, jahan andhera thoda zyada tha, yeh dikhane ke liye ki wo unhe achhe se hila kar mix kar raha hai.
Par yahi wo pal tha jahan Rahul ka khaufnaak shaitani dimaag apna khel khel gaya. Rahul ne pehle se hi apni pocket mein kuch chits likh kar rakhi thin—wo chits jo usne apne gusse, jalan aur hawas ki aag mein jalte hue specially Trupti ki 'Maa' wali image ko nochne ke liye banayi thin. Rahul ne badi safaai se bowl mein se 5-6 normal aur boring chits (jaise 'dance for 1 minute' ya 'sing a song') nikaal kar apni pocket mein daal lin, aur unki jagah apni likhi hui extreme, dirty chits us bowl mein gira din.
'Ab dekhta hoon tu apni is safed shirt mein aur azaadi ke is ghamand mein kab tak chhup paati hai, College Girl,' Rahul ne mann hi mann gandi hasi haste hue bowl wapas table par laakar rakh diya.
Sab log bonfire ke chaaron taraf gol ghere (circle) mein baith gaye. Beech mein wo kaanch ka bowl tha aur ek khali beer ki bottle.
Abhay, jo poore group ka leader bana hua tha, aage jhuka aur usne ek ailan (announcement) kiya.
"Dhyan se sun lo sab log! Rules bohot sakht (strict) hain," Abhay ne table par rakhi ek full Tequila ki bottle aur do shot glasses sabko dikhaye. "Bottle ghumegi, jiske paas ruki, use chit uthani hogi. Jo likha hai wo karna padega, chahe kitna bhi wild kyun na ho. Aur agar kisi ne mana kiya, ya dare poora nahi kiya... toh uski penalty hogi exactly '2 neat Tequila Shots' bina kisi lemon ya salt ke. Aur ye Tequila bohot strong hai, do shot mein hi dimaag ghoom jayega. Toh better hai ki dare poora karo."
"Game on!" Kriti ne chillate hue kaha.
Rahul ne aage badh kar bottle ko zor se ghuma diya. Bottle kach kach ki aawaaz karti hui gol ghoomne lagi. Sabki dhadkanein tez thin. Dheere-dheere uski speed kam hui aur uski noke (tip) aakar ruki... Pranay par!
"Haha! Fasa bakra!" Sahil hasne laga.
Pranay ne has-has kar bowl mein haath daala aur ek chit nikaali. Usne khola aur padha: "Do 15 pushups while your partner sits on your back." "Ye toh easy hai!" Pranay ne T-shirt utaari aur zameen par position le li. Shital hasti hui aakar uski peeth par baith gayi. Pranay ne josh mein aakar 15 pushups maar diye. Sabne taaliyan bajayin. Game ka mahol ban chuka tha.
Abhay ne dobara bottle ghumayi. Is baar bottle ghoomti hui ruki... Kriti par!
"Oh God!" Kriti ne nakhre se apne gaal par haath rakha. Usne bowl se ek chit uthayi aur padhi. Padhkar uske hothon par ek bohot hi gandi aur seducing muskaan aa gayi. "Dare hai... 'Give a sexy lap dance to the guy sitting directly opposite to you for 30 seconds'."
Kriti ke theek opposite... Rahul baitha tha!
Trupti ke seene mein ekdum se ek ajeeb si kashish aur jalan uthi. Uski roommate aur uski dost, uske hi bete ko lap dance dene wali thi. Par Trupti ko is waqt 'College Girl' aur ek cool friend wali image maintain karni thi. Usne apne darr ko chupaya aur jhoothi smile ke saath taali bajane lagi.
Kriti uthi, usne music ka volume thoda tez kiya aur dheere-dheere matakti hui Rahul ke paas aayi. Rahul chair par aaram se baitha tha, uske hothon par ek cool smile thi. Kriti ne Rahul ke nange ghutnon par apne haath rakhe aur uske bilkul kareeb aakar uske upar jhuk gayi. Kriti apne boobs halke se Rahul ke seene se ragadte hue uski godh (lap) par baith gayi aur apni kamar ko gol-gol ghumane lagi.
Rahul is lap dance ko enjoy karne ka naatak kar raha tha. Usne apne haath Kriti ki patli kamar par rakh diye aur use apni taraf kheencha. Par Rahul ki nazrein Kriti ke kandhe ke upar se theek Trupti par gadi thin. Wo dekh raha tha ki Trupti ka chehra is lap dance ko dekh kar thoda laal pad raha hai. Trupti apni ghabrahat chhupane ke liye Abhay ke haath ko kas kar pakad rahi thi. Rahul ke lund mein ek jhatka laga, wo apni Maa ki jalan ko mehsoos kar raha tha aur ye use pagal kar raha tha.
30 seconds khatam hue. Kriti ne Rahul ke gaal par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur wapas apni jagah par aa gayi. Mahol ab poori tarah erotic, wild aur garm ho chuka tha.
"Chalo, ab meri baari," Kriti ne bottle ko poori taqat se ghuma diya.
Bottle tezi se ghoomne lagi. Sab logo ki nazrein us khali kaanch ki bottle par chipki thin. Ek chakkar... do chakkar... bottle ki speed ab dheemi hone lagi. Wo Shital ko cross kar gayi, Pranay ko cross kar gayi... Abhay ke saamne se hote hue aakhir-kaar wo bottle theek Trupti ki taraf ishaara karte hue ruk gayi!
"Ohooo! Madam Vice-President Trupti Khanna!" Sahil ne zor se table bajate hue chillaya.
"Ab aayega asli maza!" Abhay ne halke se Trupti ke nange pet ko ungli se chhedte hue kaha.
Trupti ka chehra ekdum safed pad gaya. Uski saansein atak gayin. Achanak use darr lagne laga ki pata nahi isme kaisa ganda dare hoga. Usne thoda nervous hokar Rahul ki taraf dekha. Rahul ne use ek bohot hi pyari, masoom aur supportive 'beta' wali smile di, jaise keh raha ho—'Darr mat, main hoon na. Enjoy kar.'
Us smile ne Trupti ko thodi himmat di. Usne kaanpte hue haathon se bowl ko apni taraf kheencha. Uski gori, lambi ungliyon ne sabse upar padi hui ek mudi hui parchi (chit) ko utha liya.
Andhere mein, bonfire ki madham roshni ke beech, Trupti ne dheere se us kaagaz ko khola.
Jaise hi Trupti ki nashiili aankhon ne us chit par likhe alfaaz ko padha... uske paero tale zameen khisak gayi. Uski aankhein hairani aur darr se faati ki faati reh gayin. Uski saansein gale mein kisi patthar ki tarah atak gayin aur uske jism ka saara khoon thanda pad gaya. Uski khuli hui white shirt ke andar uske bhari boobs darr ke maare tezi se upar-neeche hone lage.
"Kya likha hai? Zor se padho na Trupti!" Abhay ne haste hue aur uske kareeb aate hue pucha.
Trupti ke hoth thar-thara rahe the. Uske haath mein kaagaz ka tukda buri tarah kaanp raha tha. Usne badi mushkil se, aawaz ko gale se bahar nikaalte hue chit padhi...
"Dare: Take off your shirt and your bra completely. Sit topless in front of everyone for exactly 60 seconds... show us your assets."



Sannata.

Poore circle mein achanak ek bhayanak, saansein rok dene wali khamoshi chha gayi. Abhay ki hansi uske hothon par hi jam gayi. Kriti aur Shital ne hairani se muh par haath rakh liya. Sahil aur Pranay ne ek doosre ko shock mein dekha.
Trupti ne fati hui aankhon se aage dekha. Samne theek uski aankhon ke saamne uska 21 saal ka saga beta, Rahul, baitha tha. Ek 42 saal ki Maa... apne khud ke bete ke saamne... apne doston ke beech... nangi chhatiyan (topless) dikhayegi? Ye toh mamta aur sharam ki saari haddein paar karne wala thappad tha.
Rahul apni chair par bohot aaram se peeth tikaye baitha tha. Usne apne haath mein rakhi Tequila ki bottle ko halke se ghumaya. Uske chehre par ab wo 'masoom beta' wali smile nahi thi, balki ek be-rahm, shaitani, aur darindagi se bhari bhookhi muskaan thi jo saaf keh rahi thi

Bonfire ki laal roshni mein Trupti ka chehra ekdum safed pad chuka tha. Uske haath mein pakda wo kaagaz ka tukda kisi time-bomb ki tarah lag raha tha. "Topless in front of everyone for 60 seconds." Ye alfaaz uske dimaag mein hathode ki tarah baj rahe the. Ek 42 saal ki Maa... apne bete ke theek saamne... nangi chhatiyan dikhayegi?

Sannata itna gehra tha ki lehron ki aawaaz bhi darawni lagne lagi thi. Wahan baithe saare ladkon—Sahil, Pranay, aur yahan tak ki Abhay ke dimaag ke ek kone mein bhi—ek bhayanak uttejna (excitement) daud gayi thi. Trupti Khanna jaisi aag laga dene wali aurat ko topless dekhne ka khayal hi unke lund mein current daudane ke liye kaafi tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ki fati hui aankhon aur kaanpte jism ko dekha toh uska 'boyfriend' wala protective nature jaag utha. Usne aage badh kar Trupti ka haath pakda aur thoda gusse mein bola, "Guys, ye bohot zyada extreme hai. Ye dare change karna padega, she is not comfortable."
Par is azaad aur wild mahol mein kahan koi sunne wala tha. Sahil ne turant haath uthaya aur halke nashe mein bola, "Arre bhai Abhay! Game shuru hone se pehle tune hi kaha tha na ki rules bohot sakht hain? Ye toh game hai yaar. Dare poora karo, ya phir chup-chaap penalty ke 2 shots piyo. Simple! Isme buri kya baat hai?"
Pranay aur Kriti ne bhi hami bhari. "Haan Trupti, agar nahi karna toh shots pi lo. Rule is rule."
Trupti ki kaanpti hui nazrein table par rakhi us Tequila ki bottle par gayin, aur phir theek saamne baithe Rahul par. Rahul ke chehre par ek shaitani aur be-parwah muskaan thi. Trupti jaanti thi ki wo apne bete ke saamne nangi nahi ho sakti. Usne bina ek shabd kahe, ek gehri saans li, aur aage jhuk kar apne kaanpte haathon se do shot glasses mein neat Tequila bhar li.
"Main shots piyungi," Trupti ne apni aawaz ko dridh (firm) banane ki koshish karte hue kaha.
Usne pehla glass uthaya aur ek hi saans mein gale ke neeche utaar diya. Tequila aag ki tarah uske gale ko jalaati hui pet mein gayi. Usne bina ruke doosra glass uthaya aur wo bhi gat-gat karke pi gayi. Sabne taaliyan bajayin aur hooting ki, "Wohoo! That's the spirit!"
Do neat Tequila shots ka asar agle hi pal Trupti ke dimaag par chadhne laga. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa nasha tairne laga, aur uske andar ka darr dhire-dhire alcohol ki garmi mein pighalne laga.
"Chalo, game aage badhate hain!" Sahil ne bottle ghumayi. Is baar bottle tezi se ghoomi aur ruki... Abhay par!
Abhay ne muskurate hue bowl se ek chit nikaali aur use khola. Padhkar uske chehre par ek behad hawas bhari, 'dominant' muskaan aa gayi. Usne jan-bhoojh kar Rahul ki taraf dekha. Abhay ko lagta tha ki Rahul abhi bhi Trupti ke liye feelings rakhta hai, aur Abhay us 'ex-boyfriend' ko apni aukaat dikhana chahta tha. Ek 'cuckold' wali feeling dena chahta tha.
"Mera dare hai," Abhay ne zor se padha, "French kiss your partner passionately for 1 minute while touching their most sensitive assets in front of everyone."
Ye sunte hi bheed mein seeti baj gayi. Trupti, jiske dimaag mein Tequila apna kaam kar chuki thi, wo is dare ko sun kar sharmai toh zaroor, par usne virodh nahi kiya.
Abhay ne Trupti ko uski patli kamar se pakda aur poori taqat se apni taraf kheench liya. Trupti ki khuli hui white shirt ke andar se uski black lace bralette mein qaid 38-inch ke bhari boobs Abhay ke seene se buri tarah dab gaye. Bina ek pal gawaye, Abhay ne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par jad diye.
"Mmmmhhh!" Trupti ke hothon se ek garm siskaari nikal gayi jab Abhay ki jeebh uske muh ke andar ghus gayi.





Abhay ne apna dare poori besharmi se nibhaya. Usne sabke saamne, theek Rahul ki aankhon ke samne, apna ek garm haath Trupti ki shirt ke andar daala. Uska haath Trupti ki black bralette ke upar se hi uske bhari, gudaaz stan (boob) ko be-rahmi se masalne laga. Uski ungliyan uske kadak nipples ko daba rahi thin. Tequila ke nashe aur Abhay ki is mardana hawas ne Trupti ko poori tarah pagal kar diya. Uski siskaiyan (moans) sabko saaf sunayi de rahi thin.

Rahul chair par baitha ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag ki nasen phatne ko ho rahi thin. Uski Maa kisi aur mard ke haathon se apni chuchiyan dabwa rahi thi. Rahul ke jeans ke andar uska lund lohe ke rod ki tarah tana hua tha, dard aur jalan se phatne ko taiyaar tha. Par usne apne hothon par ek cool smile barkaraar rakhi.
Ek minute baad jab Abhay ne Trupti ko chhoda, toh Trupti poori tarah haanf rahi thi. Uski aankhein nashe aur hawas se aadhi band thin, aur uske boobs tezi se upar-neeche ho rahe the.
Game aage badha. Trupti ne bottle ghumayi aur is baar tip jaakar ruki... Rahul par!
Kriti excitement mein uchhal padi. Rahul ne aage jhuk kar ek chit uthayi.
"Dare," Rahul ne apni thandi aawaz mein padha, "Strip down to your innerwear and sit like that for the rest of the game."
Ladkiyon ne muh par haath rakh liya aur Sahil zor se hasne laga. "Bhai Rahul, chal shuru ho ja!"
Rahul ko koi sharam nahi thi. Wo utha aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke usne apni black t-shirt nikaal kar phenk di, jisse uska muscular aur fit jism sabke saamne aa gaya. Phir usne apni jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki, aur jeans ko apne pairon se nikaal diya.
Ab Rahul sabke saamne sirf ek tight, dark grey color ke trunks (briefs) mein khada tha. Us tight kapde ke aage uske 6-inch ke sakht, tanaav se bhare hue lund ka vishal ubhaar (bulge) poori tarah se dikh raha tha. Kriti ki aankhein us bulge par aakar chipak gayin aur usne apne honthon ko daanton tale dabocha.
Trupti ne jab apni nasheeli aankhein uthayi aur Rahul ke us nange, kasrat wale jism aur uske panty ke theek saamne ubhre hue us sakht 'tent' ko dekha, toh uske jism mein ek bijli si daud gayi. Uski yoni mein achanak ek teevra geelapan (wetness) aa gaya. Wo jaldi se apni nazrein chura kar doosri taraf dekhne lagi, par uska dimaag us bulge ki tasveer ko bhool nahi paa raha tha.
Agli baari Kriti ki aayi. Use dare mila ki use 30 seconds tak kisi ek ladke ke liye ek seductive belly dance karna hai. Usne turant Rahul ko chuna aur apne chhote se skirt mein uske saamne poori hawas ke saath matak-matak kar dance kiya. Rahul bhi us tight innerwear mein baitha Kriti ki kamar par haath pher raha tha, par uski baaz (hawk) jaisi nazrein sirf Trupti par gadi thin.
Game aur deep hota ja raha tha. Tequila ka asar ab Trupti ke sar par poori tarah chadh chuka tha. Wo baar-baar bina baat ke has rahi thi aur uska jism poori tarah dhila pad chuka tha.
Bottle dobara ghoomi. Aur is baar... kismat (ya Rahul ke us rigged game) ne phir se apna khel dikhaya. Bottle dobara Trupti ki taraf aakar ruk gayi.
"Lagta hai aaj raat sirf Trupti ki hi hai!" Pranay ne haste hue kaha.
Trupti ne nashe mein jhoomte hue bowl se ek aur chit nikaali. Usne kaagaz khola, aur dhundhli hoti aankhon se use padha.
"Dare: Sit on the lap of the person sitting to your immediate left for exactly 2 full rounds of the game."
Trupti ne padh kar pehle hasne ki koshish ki, aur phir usne apni left (baayi) taraf dekha. Uske left mein koi aur nahi, balki Shital ka boyfriend... Pranay baitha tha!
Shital ke chehre ki hansi ekdum se gayab ho gayi. Abhay bhi thoda uncomfortable ho gaya. Par Pranay, jo hamesha se Trupti ke kaatilana husn ko chup-chup ke taadta tha, uska dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ek 42 saal ki jawan, maansal aur nashe mein dhut aurat uski godh mein baithne wali thi? Ye uske liye kisi sapne jaisa tha.
"Oh ho... game hai bhai, Trupti bhabhi ko toh karna padega!" Sahil ne aag mein ghee daalte hue kaha.
Trupti ne Tequila ke nashe mein apna sar hilaya. Uski 'Maa' wali image aur Sanjeev ke pati wali wafaadari toh kabki raakh ho chuki thi. "Theek hai... I will do it," Trupti ne nashiili aawaz mein kaha.
Wo aahista se apni bean bag se uthi. Uske denim hot-pants uski bhari gaand ko aur bhi zyada baahar nikaal rahe the. Wo chalte hue Pranay ke paas aayi. Pranay zameen par thoda palhaati maar kar (cross-legged) baitha tha, par Trupti ke aate hi usne apne pair thode aage ki taraf faila diye, taaki use baithne ki jagah mil sake.
Trupti Pranay ki taraf peeth karke khadi hui, aur aahista se, apna poora wazan chhodte hue uski godh (lap) mein baith gayi.
"Ufffff..." Pranay ke muh se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal gayi.



Trupti ki 38-inch ki bhari, gudaaz aur garm gaand ke dono kulhon (cheeks) ne Pranay ki jaanghon aur uske crotch ko poori tarah se daboch liya tha. Wo itni bhari aur naram thi ki Pranay ka dimaag hi sunn ho gaya.

Shital samne baithi apni mutthi bhich rahi thi, aur Abhay ko bhi ye nazara andar se jala raha tha. Par sabse bada shaitaan, Rahul, apne tight underwear mein baitha is pure degradation (zillat) ko enjoy kar raha tha. Uski Sati-Savitri Maa ab ek aur gair mard ki godh mein baithi thi.
Par jo cheez bahar walo ko nahi dikh rahi thi, wo Pranay aur Trupti ke jismon ke beech ka toofan tha.
Jaise hi Trupti uski godh mein set hui, Pranay ka jism is aag ko bardasht nahi kar paya. Seconds ke andar, Pranay ki jeans ke theek neeche uska lund ek lohe ke dande ki tarah khada ho gaya.
Trupti, jo nashe mein thodi jhoom rahi thi, usne achanak apne chuttaron (buttocks) ke theek beecho-beech, apni darar (cleft) par ek behad garm, moti aur sakht cheez ki chubhan mehsoos ki. Wo sakht danda Trupti ke denim shorts ke kapde ko cheerta hua seedha uski gaand ki darar aur uski yoni ke pichle hisse par poori taqat se dab raha tha.
Trupti ki saansein ekdum se atak gayin. Uski aankhein faati ki faati reh gayin. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki Pranay ka lund uski gaand ke dabav se poori tarah tana hua hai aur theek uske naram maans par ragad kha raha hai. Trupti ne aage ki taraf khisakne ki koshish ki, par Pranay ne nashe aur hawas mein apne dono haath Trupti ki patli kamar par rakh diye aur use wapas apni taraf, apne sakht lund par kaskar daba liya.
"Ahhh..." Trupti ke muh se ek behad halki, par kaamuk siskaari nikal gayi.
Pranay ka chehra Trupti ki khuli hui gardan aur uske kaan ke theek peeche tha. Pranay ki garm, haanfti hui saansein Trupti ki gardan par pad rahi thin, jisse Trupti ke poore jism ke rongte khade ho gaye. Uski chut jo pehle se gili thi, ab usme se lagataar paani beh raha tha. Apne doston, apne aashiq, aur apne khud ke bete ke theek saamne kisi aur mard ke khade lund par apni gaand ragadna... is thrill aur is ghinoni besharmi ne Trupti ke dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye the.
Wo bas wahin baithi, Pranay ke sakht hathiyar ko apne chuttaron ke beech mehsoos karti rahi, is khaufnaak aur aag laga dene wale game ke agle padhaav ka intezaar karte hue.

Game ab apne sabse wild aur extreme phase mein dakhil ho chuka tha. Tequila ki bottle lagbhag aadhi khali ho chuki thi. Jo koi bhi dare karne mein thodi si bhi hichkichahat dikhata, use turant penalty ke taur par 2 neat shots peene padte. Is aag laga dene wale rule ne sabke dimaagon ko poori tarah se nashe aur hawas ke daldal mein duba diya tha. Sharam ka aakhri parda bhi ab is Goa ki raat mein uth chuka tha.

Trupti abhi bhi Pranay ki godh mein baithi thi. Uska jism Pranay ke sakht, tanaav se bhare lund ko apni gaand ki darar par lagataar mehsoos kar raha tha. Nashe ki wajah se Trupti baar-baar halke se hilti, jisse Pranay ke hothon se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal jati.
Bottle dobara ghoomi aur is baar ruki Shital par!
Shital ne nashe mein jhoomte hue chit uthayi aur padha, "Dare: Kiss the person sitting exactly two places to your left for 1 full minute."
Shital ne apni left mein dekha. Ek chhod kar doosri jagah par Kriti baithi thi!
"Oh my God! Girl on girl!" Sahil ne josh mein aakar seeti bajayi.
Shital aur Kriti dono hi Tequila ke nashe mein talli thin. Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha aur besharmi se hasne lagin. Bina koi waqt zaya kiye, Kriti aage badhi aur Shital ke chehre ko pakad kar uske hothon par apne hoth jad diye. Wahan baithe saare ladkon ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin. Do jawan ladkiyan ek doosre ke muh mein apni jeebh (tongue) daal kar buri tarah smooch kar rahi thin. Unki 'slurp-slurp' ki aawaaz bonfire ki lapaton ke saath mil rahi thi. Pranay, jo Shital ka boyfriend tha, wo bhi is lesbain action ko dekh kar aur Trupti ki bhari gaand ke dabav mein aakar apne lund ko pant faadne ki hadd tak sakht kar chuka tha.

Poore ek minute baad jab wo dono alag huin toh haanf rahi thin. Game turant aage badha.

Agla number Abhay ka aaya. Uska dare tha: "Insert your tongue in the ear of the girl opposite to you and lick it seductively."
Samne Shital baithi thi. Abhay utha aur Shital ke piche jaakar ghutno par baith gaya. Usne apne garm hoth Shital ke kaan ke paas laaye aur apni garm, geeli jeebh uske kaan ke chhed (earlobe) mein daal di. "Ahhhh... Mmmmhhh..." Shital ka jism current khakar kaanp utha. Abhay ki jeebh uske kaan ke andar-bahar ho rahi thi, jo kisi gandi foreplay se kam nahi tha.
Phir baari aayi Rahul ki, jo pehle se hi sirf apne tight dark grey underwear mein baitha tha, jisme uska vishal lund aage ki taraf ek bada sa tent banaye hue tha. Uska dare tha: "Let a girl lick a few drops of Tequila from your abs."
Kriti ne ek second bhi waste nahi kiya. Usne thodi si Tequila Rahul ke six-pack abs par girayi aur apni jeebh se uske garm, nange pet ko chatne lagi. Rahul aaram se peeth tikaye baitha tha, par uski baaz jaisi nazrein lagaatar Pranay ki godh mein baithi Trupti par gadi thin, jo uske is nange jism aur Kriti ki is harkat ko dekh kar andar hi andar jal rahi thi aur apni godh mein Pranay ke lund ko ragad rahi thi.
Aur phir... wo pal aa gaya jiska Rahul ne us rigged game mein sabse bada jaal bichhaya tha.
Bottle ghoomi aur theek Trupti ki taraf aakar ruk gayi!
"It's Trupti's turn again!" Abhay ne chillate hue kaha.
Trupti nashe mein itni dhut thi ki uski aankhein aadhi band thin. Uski white shirt abhi bhi khuli thi jisse uski black lace bralette aur aadhi cleavage nangi jhalak rahi thi. Usne Pranay ki godh se uthte waqt jaan-bhoojh kar apni bhari gaand ko uske lund par ek aakhri baar zor se ragda, jisse Pranay ka dimaag sunn ho gaya.
Trupti ne kaanpte hue haathon se bowl se chit nikaali. Usne us parchi ko padha, aur is baar uske chehre par darr nahi, balki ek behad nasheeli, bebaak aur hawas bhari muskaan aa gayi. Alkohol ne uske andar ki saari 'Maa' wali maryada ko jala kar raakh kar diya tha.
"Mera dare hai..." Trupti ne apni nashiili aawaz mein hothon par zabaan pherte hue kaha, "Do a dirty dance for 2 minutes... while completely removing your shirt."
Sannata aur phir ladkon ki hooting se pura lawn goonj utha. Abhay ne turant apne phone par ek behad slow, bass-heavy aur erotic English track play kar diya.
"Music on! The floor is yours, Trupti!" Sahil ne chillaya.
Trupti uth kar bonfire aur table ke theek beecho-beech aa gayi. Uski 38-inch ki bhari gaand un chhote se denim hot-pants mein kisi bomb ki tarah lag rahi thi. Usne music ki dhun par dheere-dheere apni 28-inch ki patli kamar ko matkana shuru kiya.
Rahul apne underwear mein aage ki taraf jhuk kar baith gaya, uski aankhein phati ki phati thin.
Trupti ne apne naram, gore haathon ko apni khuli white shirt ke collar par rakha. Usne dance karte hue, apne kandhon ko halke se aage-peeche hila kar us white shirt ko apne jism se neeche phisalne diya. Shirt uske nange baazuon se hoti hui zameen par gir gayi.
"Ufffff... Maa Kasam!" Pranay ke muh se be-ikhtiyaar nikal gaya.
Ab Trupti poori tarah se sabke saamne sirf ek patli si Black Lace Bralette mein thi. Wo bralette itni deep thi ki uske 38-inch ke bhari, doodhiya boobs ka aada se zyada hissa—unka cleavage aur upper swell—poori tarah bahar nanga tha. Lace ke kapde ke theek neeche uske nipples nashe aur hawas ki garmi se buri tarah akad chuke the.




Trupti ne apne dono haath hawa mein upar uthaye aur apne baalon ko jhatka. Uske haath upar uthte hi uske nange, gore armpits (bagal) poori tarah sabke saamne aa gaye. Dance karne ki wajah se Trupti ke nange armpits, uski lambi gardan aur uske bhari cleavage ke beech paseene (sweat) ki chamakti hui boondein beh rahi thin. Paseene ki wo chamak aur uske jism ki wo mehak uski erotic appeal ko hazaar guna badha rahi thi.

Wo kisi professional stripper ki tarah aage jhuki, jisse uske dono gudaaz boobs gurutvakarshan (gravity) ki wajah se aur bhi zyada bahar latak aaye aur unki gahri khaan saaf dikhne lagi. Trupti ne apne dono haath apne matakte hue hips par rakhe aur unhe gol-gol ghumane lagi.
Wahan baithe har ladke ka lund unki pant phaadne par aamada tha. Abhay ki saansein atki hui thin, Sahil aur Pranay paseene se bheeg gaye the.
Trupti nashe mein poori tarah open up ho chuki thi. Wo dance karte hue halke se piche mudi aur apni bhari gaand ko thoda hawa mein utha kar thumke lagane lagi. Hot-pants ke neeche se uske gude (cheeks) ka maans buri tarah bounce kar raha tha. Wo phir se palti, usne apni ungliyon ko apne hothon par phera aur behad kaatil adaa se sabko ghoora. Paseena uske bralette ke lace ko bhigo raha tha, jisse uske nipples ka dark outline aur bhi clear ho gaya tha.



Wo is waqt us poori mehfil ki, aur wahan baithe har mard ki hawas ki 'Main Attraction' ban chuki thi.

Rahul, jo sirf ek underwear mein baitha tha, uske tanaav se uski ragon mein dard ho raha tha. 'Randi... poori tarah randi ban gayi hai tu Trupti,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue aur Trupti ke paseene se bheege nange armpits aur matakte boobs ko ghoorte hue socha. 'Dusre mardon ko apni chuchiyan dikha kar unke lund khade kar rahi hai. Nach le... jitna nachna hai nach le. Raat abhi baaki hai, aur is nange jism ki keemat tujhe aaj chukani hi padegi.'
Music band hua aur 2 minute poore ho gaye. Trupti haanf rahi thi, uski saansein uske bhare seene ko tezi se upar-neeche kar rahi thin. Usne nashe mein ek behad hot aur shaitani smile di, zameen se apni shirt uthayi aur wapas aakar Abhay ke theek bagal mein baith gayi.






Us aag laga dene wale dirty dance ke baad, kisi mein bhi game aage badhane ki himmat nahi bachi thi. Hawa mein jism ki garmi, paseene ki mehak aur ek bhayanak, roki na ja sakne wali hawas itni bhar chuki thi ki ab har kisi ko kisi na kisi bistar ki aur nange jism ki zaroorat thi.