30-04-2026, 10:42 PM
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Johnny reached college just as the final period was ending. He walked into the corridor with a fresh, arrogant glow on his face. His muscles felt relaxed yet slightly sore from the vigorous fucking. The moment he spotted Rahul coming out of the classroom with his bag, a wide, mocking laugh escaped his lips.
“Hahaha… wow, look at this guy!” Johnny laughed loudly, shaking his head while staring straight at Rahul.
Rahul stopped walking. His jaw tightened. This was the second time today Johnny was laughing at him without any clear reason. Confusion and suspicion flared up again.
Johnny didn’t stop there. He stretched his arms high above his head in front of everyone, flexing his biceps and broad chest. His t-shirt rode up, revealing his toned abs. He rolled his shoulders and neck slowly, letting out a loud, satisfied groan.
“Ahhh… fuck, man. My body is aching so much today,” Johnny said loudly to his group of friends, making sure Rahul could hear every word. “I had such a super hot body massage this morning. The woman was so soft and curvy… damn, she had some serious stamina. Took me so deep and hard. My shoulders, back, hips… everything is paining now. But it was worth it. Best massage of my life.”
His friends burst into crude laughter, whistling and making dirty jokes.
One of them asked, “Bhai, was she professional or personal?”
Johnny grinned wickedly, still stretching his body in a very suggestive way. “Personal. Very personal. Married woman, but she knows how to take care of a man. Screamed so nicely when I gave her special treatment. My cock is still tingling.”
He laughed again while looking directly at Rahul, his eyes full of filthy meaning.
Rahul stood frozen a few meters away. His face turned pale, then red with rage and growing horror. Many doubts exploded in his mind like fireworks.
Why is he laughing at me again?
Why does he keep stretching like that — showing off his body?
Super hot body massage? This morning? He was near my street this morning… and now he’s talking about a married woman who screamed for him…
Rahul’s stomach twisted painfully. The timing matched too perfectly. Johnny disappeared after being seen near their house, came to college late, and now he was openly bragging about a “hot massage” with a married woman while laughing at him.
Is he talking about Didi? No… it can’t be. But why is he looking at me while saying all this? Why does he keep mentioning my sister? Didi has been acting so strange lately… avoiding eye contact, forcing smiles, looking tired…
The suspicion that had been building for days now felt like a knife in his chest. Rahul felt nauseous. His fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms.
Johnny noticed Rahul’s reaction and laughed even louder. He stretched his arms once more, groaning dramatically.
“Yaar, that woman had such soft thighs and big juicy breasts… I fucked her so deep she was crying in pleasure. My back is killing me now. But I’ll go again soon. She can’t say no to me.”
He winked at his friends and walked away, still chuckling, leaving Rahul standing there paralyzed by doubt, anger, and fear.
Back at Home – Evening
Rahul returned home earlier than usual, his mind in complete chaos. The moment he entered, he saw Deepa in the kitchen, wearing a simple saree, trying to act normal. But he noticed small things now — the slight redness on her neck that she tried to hide with her pallu, the way she walked a little carefully, the forced smile when she asked about his day.
“Didi… are you okay?” Rahul asked suddenly, his voice serious.
Deepa froze for a second, then turned with a smile. “Yes, beta. Why? Everything is fine.”
Rahul stared at her for a long moment. He wanted to ask directly — Did Johnny come here today? Did something happen? — but the words stuck in his throat. He couldn’t bear to voice his worst fears.
He simply nodded and went to his room, but the suspicion had now turned into a burning fire inside him.
Meanwhile, Deepa leaned against the kitchen counter, her legs still weak. Her pussy was still sore and leaking Johnny’s cum even after cleaning. The memory of both father and son teasing her for hours, making her sign the contract with her own juices, and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in her mind.
She pressed her thighs together, feeling fresh shame and a traitorous throb between her legs.
The trap was tightening.
“Hahaha… wow, look at this guy!” Johnny laughed loudly, shaking his head while staring straight at Rahul.
Rahul stopped walking. His jaw tightened. This was the second time today Johnny was laughing at him without any clear reason. Confusion and suspicion flared up again.
Johnny didn’t stop there. He stretched his arms high above his head in front of everyone, flexing his biceps and broad chest. His t-shirt rode up, revealing his toned abs. He rolled his shoulders and neck slowly, letting out a loud, satisfied groan.
“Ahhh… fuck, man. My body is aching so much today,” Johnny said loudly to his group of friends, making sure Rahul could hear every word. “I had such a super hot body massage this morning. The woman was so soft and curvy… damn, she had some serious stamina. Took me so deep and hard. My shoulders, back, hips… everything is paining now. But it was worth it. Best massage of my life.”
His friends burst into crude laughter, whistling and making dirty jokes.
One of them asked, “Bhai, was she professional or personal?”
Johnny grinned wickedly, still stretching his body in a very suggestive way. “Personal. Very personal. Married woman, but she knows how to take care of a man. Screamed so nicely when I gave her special treatment. My cock is still tingling.”
He laughed again while looking directly at Rahul, his eyes full of filthy meaning.
Rahul stood frozen a few meters away. His face turned pale, then red with rage and growing horror. Many doubts exploded in his mind like fireworks.
Why is he laughing at me again?
Why does he keep stretching like that — showing off his body?
Super hot body massage? This morning? He was near my street this morning… and now he’s talking about a married woman who screamed for him…
Rahul’s stomach twisted painfully. The timing matched too perfectly. Johnny disappeared after being seen near their house, came to college late, and now he was openly bragging about a “hot massage” with a married woman while laughing at him.
Is he talking about Didi? No… it can’t be. But why is he looking at me while saying all this? Why does he keep mentioning my sister? Didi has been acting so strange lately… avoiding eye contact, forcing smiles, looking tired…
The suspicion that had been building for days now felt like a knife in his chest. Rahul felt nauseous. His fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms.
Johnny noticed Rahul’s reaction and laughed even louder. He stretched his arms once more, groaning dramatically.
“Yaar, that woman had such soft thighs and big juicy breasts… I fucked her so deep she was crying in pleasure. My back is killing me now. But I’ll go again soon. She can’t say no to me.”
He winked at his friends and walked away, still chuckling, leaving Rahul standing there paralyzed by doubt, anger, and fear.
Back at Home – Evening
Rahul returned home earlier than usual, his mind in complete chaos. The moment he entered, he saw Deepa in the kitchen, wearing a simple saree, trying to act normal. But he noticed small things now — the slight redness on her neck that she tried to hide with her pallu, the way she walked a little carefully, the forced smile when she asked about his day.
“Didi… are you okay?” Rahul asked suddenly, his voice serious.
Deepa froze for a second, then turned with a smile. “Yes, beta. Why? Everything is fine.”
Rahul stared at her for a long moment. He wanted to ask directly — Did Johnny come here today? Did something happen? — but the words stuck in his throat. He couldn’t bear to voice his worst fears.
He simply nodded and went to his room, but the suspicion had now turned into a burning fire inside him.
Meanwhile, Deepa leaned against the kitchen counter, her legs still weak. Her pussy was still sore and leaking Johnny’s cum even after cleaning. The memory of both father and son teasing her for hours, making her sign the contract with her own juices, and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in her mind.
She pressed her thighs together, feeling fresh shame and a traitorous throb between her legs.
The trap was tightening.
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