Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

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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...