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Goa ki subah hamesha ek alag hi nasha lekar aati hai. Suraj ki sunehri kirnein jab samandar ki lehron par padti hain, toh poora nazara kisi khwaab jaisa lagta hai. Villa ke andar ki subah bhi utni hi bright aur energetic thi. Raat ki thakaan ke bawajood, Goa ka josh sab par haavi tha.

Abhay sabse pehle utha aur fresh hokar bahar aangan mein aa gaya. Ladkiyon ko taiyaar hone mein hamesha zyada waqt lagta hai, isliye boys ne decide kiya ki wo pehle hi beach par ja kar paani mein utar jayenge. Abhay ne sirf ek swimming trunks pehne hue the, uski fit aur muscular body dhup mein chamak rahi thi. Uske saath Sahil, Pranay aur Rahul bhi the.
Rait par chalte hue Abhay ki nazrein Rahul par gayin. Abhay ne Rahul se dosti sirf aur sirf Trupti ki khushi ke liye ki thi. Uska dil kabhi nahi manta tha ki wo apne sabse bade rival ko apne group mein rakhe, par ab jab Trupti poori tarah se uski (Abhay ki) ho chuki thi, toh Abhay ke andar ka male ego ek alag hi khel khelna chahta tha.
'Ye Rahul ek time par Trupti ko apni girlfriend bata kar poore college mein hawa me udata tha,' Abhay ne mann hi mann ek shaitani muskaan ke saath socha. 'Isne mujhe us time bohot jalaya tha. Ab meri baari hai. Trupti ab meri bandi hai, aur main iske ex-boyfriend (Rahul) ke saamne Trupti ke nange jism ke maze loonga. Ise wahi "cuck" wali feeling doonga tabhi mere dil ko thandak milegi. Dekhega ye ki Trupti ab mere lund ke liye kitni pagal hai.' Abhay ki soch mardon wali dominance aur badle se bhari thi, wo is baat se poori tarah anjaan tha ki wo jise 'ex-boyfriend' samajh raha hai, wo asal mein Trupti ka saga beta hai.
Charon ladke samandar ke kinare ghutno tak paani mein khade hokar masti kar rahe the, ek doosre par paani uchhal rahe the.
Tabhi villa ki taraf se ladkiyon ka group beach par aata dikhayi diya. Pranay ne sabse pehle unhe dekha aur uske muh se paani ka ek fountain chhoot gaya. "Bhai... ohh bhenchod... ye kya hai!" Pranay ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.
Abhay aur Rahul ne palat kar dekha, aur agle hi second samandar ki lehron ka shor jaise unke kaanon mein sunn pad gaya. Wahan jo nazara tha, wo kisi bhi mard ki saansein rok dene ke liye kaafi tha.
Trupti chalte hue aa rahi thi. Raat wale Rahul ke message ne uske andar ki saari sharam, saari jhijhak aur saari 'Maa' wali maryada ko jala kar raakh kar diya tha. Aaj wo Sati-Savitri Trupti Khanna nahi, balki is trip ki sabse azaad aur hawas se bhari college girl thi.
Trupti ne wahi Jet Black Bikini pehni hui thi jise usne raat ko Kriti se chhupaya tha. Us gori, doodh jaisi safed twacha par wo kaala kapda kisi qayamat se kam nahi lag raha tha. Bikini ka top itna chhota tha ki uske 38-inch ke bhari-bhari, gudaaz boobs ka aada se zyada hissa aur unke beech ki aag laga dene wali cleavage poori tarah nangi thi. Patli si string uske nange kandhon aur gardan ke piche bandhi hui thi. Niche usne jo black panty pehni thi, wo thong style ki thi. Uski 38-inch ki chauri aur maansal gaand ke donon golaiyan poori tarah hawa mein nangi matak rahi thin, aur patli si patti uski gaand ki darar mein fasi hui thi.





Trupti ne apne baalon ko ek high messy bun mein baandh rakha tha aur ankhon par ek black sunglasses lagaye hue the. Uske chalne mein ek aisi bebaak aurat ki lachak thi jise ab duniya ki koi parwah nahi thi.

Abhay ka jism buri tarah kaanp utha. Usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki Trupti itne nange aur bold avatar mein sabke saamne aa jayegi. Abhay ke swimming trunks ke andar uska lund itni tezi aur itni zor se khada hua ki use apne crotch mein ek meetha sa dard mehsoos hone laga. Lohe ki rod jaisi sakhti ne uske trunks mein ek bada sa tent bana diya.
Sirf Abhay hi nahi, Rahul ka haal bhi kuch alag nahi tha. Uski Maa, jiske jism ko usne ek gown ya kurti mein chhute hue mehsoos kiya tha, aaj lagbhag poori nangi hokar sabke saamne chal rahi thi. Trupti ki chuchiyon ka wazan aur chalte waqt unka hilaav (bounce) Rahul ke lund ki nasen faad raha tha. Baki ladke (Sahil aur Pranay) bhi apni girlfriends ko chhod kar chup-chup ke Trupti ke is kaatil husn ko ghoor rahe the. Trupti ke saamne Kriti aur Shital ka husn bilkul feeka pad gaya tha.
Trupti jaise hi paani ke kareeb aayi, Abhay ne aaw dekha na taaw, paani cheerta hua uski taraf bhaga. Usne poori taqat se Trupti ko apni baahon mein jakad liya. Abhay ki nangi chhati Trupti ke nange aur naram boobs se buri tarah dab gayi.
"Uffff... Trupti!" Abhay ne uski nangi gardan ke paas apna muh le ja kar haanfte hue kaha. "Maar daalne ka irada hai kya jaan? Lagta hai aaj samandar ka paani tumhari garmi se ubal jayega... tum itni hot kaise ho sakti ho!"
Trupti ke hothon par ek bekhauf aur nakhrewali muskaan thi. Abhay ke gale lagte hi Trupti ke nange pet ke theek neeche, Abhay ka sakht, tana hua lund uski black panty se takraya. Trupti ko wo vishal 'bulge' apni yoni ke theek upar buri tarah ragad khata hua mehsoos hua. Ek din pehle tak jo Trupti is touch se darr jati, aaj wo ye mehsoos karke madhoshi mein has padi.
"Toh phir bach ke rehna Abhay... kahin jal na jao," Trupti ne flirt karte hue Abhay ke nange kandhon par apne nakhun halke se gadaye.
Trupti ne Abhay ki baahon se thoda alag hokar paani mein khade Rahul ki taraf dekha. Uske andar ka wo aakhri darr abhi bhi confirm karna chahta tha. Par Rahul ne wahan khade hokar, apne chehre ki hawas ko poori tarah chhupate hue, ek bohot hi pyari aur supportive smile di aur halke se aankh maari. Apne bete ki is sweekriti ko dekh kar Trupti ka dil khushi aur confidence se jhoom utha. Usne faisla kar liya ki ab wo is lamhe ko apni aakhri saans tak enjoy karegi.
Tabhi Kriti, jo ek red two-piece bikini mein aayi thi, usne dekha ki Rahul Trupti ki taraf dekh raha hai. Kriti jal-bhun gayi. Usne turant paani mein chhalang lagayi aur seedha Rahul ke paas pahunch kar uske gale mein baahein daal din.
"Oye akele akele kya khade ho! Mere saath khelo na!" Kriti ne apni nangi jaanghein Rahul ke paas satate hue kaha aur paani uchhal kar Rahul ke chehre par maar diya. Rahul ne bhi ek jhoothi hasi ke saath Kriti ko pakda aur dono masti karne lage, par Rahul ka dimaag sirf us black bikini mein matakti hui aurat par tha.
Paani mein ab poora group pagalpan ki hadd tak enjoy kar raha tha. Trupti ne paani mein utarte hi apne haathon se paani ki bauchhar Abhay ke chehre par maar di.
"Acha ji! Mujhse panga!" Abhay ne haste hue kaha. Usne aage badh kar Trupti ki patli 28-inch ki kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur use paani ke upar hawa mein utha liya.
"Ahhhhh... Abhay chhoroo!! Main gir jaungi!" Trupti zor-zor se khilkhilati hui chillane lagi.
Hawa mein uthne se uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs Abhay ke theek chehre ke saamne aakar buri tarah bounce karne lage. Bikini ka top shayad abhi khul jayega, aisa lag raha tha. Abhay ki nazrein us jhalakte hue cleavage aur un sakht nipples par gadi thin jo thande paani ki wajah se poori tarah akad chuke the. Abhay ne use ek chakkar ghuma kar halke se paani mein phenk diya.
SPLASH!
Trupti thande paani mein giri aur jab wo apne baal piche jhatakti hui paani se bahar aayi, toh nazara aur bhi qatilana tha. Thande paani ki wajah se wo patli black bikini uske gudaaz jism se poori tarah chipak gayi thi. Uska gora rang, kaala kapda, aur behti hui paani ki boondein... Trupti ek jal-pari (mermaid) se zyada ek kaam-pari (succubus) lag rahi thi.
Trupti paani ke andar se hi tairti hui Abhay ke paas aayi aur uske piche se uski peeth par chadh gayi. Uski nangi chhatiyan Abhay ki gili peeth par phisal rahi thin. Abhay ne Trupti ki nangi jaanghon ko apne dono hathon se pakda aur use paani mein hi ghumaane laga.
Wahin thodi door Sahil aur Pranay bhi apni-apni bandiyon ke saath paani uchhal rahe the, par unki chori-chhupe nazar baar-baar Abhay aur Trupti ki is garm aur erotic masti par ja rahi thi. Kriti bhi Rahul ke saath paani mein uchhal-kood kar rahi thi, Rahul ke kandhon par chadhne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Rahul uski nangi kamar aur pet ko chhu toh raha tha, par uski aankhon ki bhookh Abhay ki baahon mein lipti Trupti ko cheer rahi thi.
"Aaj tu poori randi ban gayi hai na Maa," Rahul ne paani ke andar apne sakht lund ko dabate hue socha. "Apne bete ki hi aankhon ke saamne apne nange boobs is Abhay se dabwa rahi hai. Dekh le, aakhri din hai tera. College girl bani hai na... aaj is beach par aag lagni baaki hai."
Trupti ka jism, uska khulapan, aur Abhay ka uspe apna poora haq jatana... ye sab is Goa ke safar ko ab romance se nikal kar ek behad bhayanak aur uttejak erotic hawas ke maidan mein badal chuka tha. Paani mein unki ye masti, unki takrati hui nangi jismein, aur lehron ka shor unke andar ke janwaron ko poori tarah jaga chuka tha.




Paani mein lagataar masti karne ke baad, Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si shaitani jaag uthi thi. Hamesha Abhay hi use tease karta tha, kabhi deewar se sata kar kiss karta, toh kabhi rait par gira kar uske jism se khelta. Par aaj, Trupti is 'College Girl' azaadi ke nashe mein poori tarah choor thi. Usne faisla kiya ki aaj wo Abhay ke sabra ka imtihaan legi. Aaj baari uski thi Abhay ko tadpane ki.

Trupti paani se bahar aayi. Samandar ka paani uski jet black bikini se tapak raha tha. Uski 38-inch ki bhari gaand aur ubhre hue gore boobs dhup mein chamak rahe the. Chalte hue jab usne piche mud kar dekha, toh Abhay use nikalte hue aise ghoor raha tha jaise koi pyasa sehra mein paani dekh raha ho. Trupti ne ek qatilana muskaan di aur apni matakti hui chaal ke saath beach par lage ek bade se chhatri (umbrella) ke neeche aakar sun-lounger par baith gayi.
Usne towel se halke-halke apni gori aur chikni twacha ko sukhaya. Tabhi Abhay bhi paani se nikal kar theek uske paas aakar khada ho gaya. Uski saansein tez thin aur uske swimming trunks mein abhi bhi uske lund ka wo vishal tent poori tarah tana hua tha.
Trupti ne ek behad masoom, sharmili aur nakhrewali ladki ka naqab pehna. Usne apni badi-badi nashiili aankhon se Abhay ko dekha aur apni bag se ek sunscreen lotion ki bottle nikal kar uski taraf badha di.
"Abhay... Goa ki dhoop bohot tez hai," Trupti ne apni aawaz ko behad meetha aur naram banate hue kaha, "Mera haath meri peeth tak nahi pahunch raha... kya tum... kya tum meri peeth par cream laga doge please?"

Ye sunte hi Abhay ke jism mein jaise hazaron volt ka current daud gaya. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin. Trupti Khanna, jo hamesha uske touch se darrti thi, aaj khud use apne nange jism par cream lagane ka nyota de rahi thi! Abhay ke gale ka thook sookh gaya. Usne jaldi se kaanpte hue haathon se wo bottle pakad li.

"Haan... haan bilkul... kyun nahi jaan," Abhay ne haklate hue kaha.
Trupti ek shaitani muskaan ke saath lounger par pet ke bal (on her stomach) let gayi. Let-te hi uski gaand hawa mein ek sexy pahaadi ki tarah ubhar aayi. Seduction ko aur badhane ke liye, Trupti ne apne haath piche kiye aur apni bikini top ki gardan wali string ko khol diya.
"Taki tan lines na padein..." Trupti ne Abhay ki taraf apna chehra ghuma kar aankh maari aur apne nange kandhon ko aur aaram se lounger par phaila diya.
Abhay pagal ho raha tha. Usne bottle se thandi, safed cream apne garm, chaude panjon par nikaali. Usne aahista se apne dono haath Trupti ki nangi, makhmali peeth par rakh diye.
"Sssssssss.... uffff..." Thandi cream aur Abhay ke garm haathon ka sparsh milte hi Trupti ke hothon se ek lambi, silsilati siskaari nikal gayi. "Tumhare haath kitne garm hain Abhay..."
"Aur tumhara jism aag ki tarah jal raha hai Trupti," Abhay ne madhosh aawaz mein fusfusaya. Uske haath Trupti ki peeth par upar se neeche tak gol-gol ghoomne lage. Uske anguthe Trupti ki kamar ki machhli (spine) ko sehla rahe the.
Dheere-dheere Abhay ke haath neeche khisakne lage. Wo uski 28-inch ki patli kamar ko masalta hua seedha uski 38-inch ki gudaaz aur bhari gaand par aa gaya. Trupti ki black thong panty uski gaand ka aada hissa bhi nahi dhak pa rahi thi. Abhay ne Trupti ke dono maansal kulhon (cheeks) par cream ragadna shuru kiya.
"Ahhhhh... mmmmhhh... Abhay..." Trupti ne apni aankein band kar lin aur jaan-boojh kar apne kulhon ko thoda sa hawa mein utha kar Abhay ke haathon mein dhakel diya.
Abhay ka sabar ab toot raha tha. Usne apni ungliyon par aur cream li aur is baar usne apne haath Trupti ki black panty ki elastic ke theek andar daal diye. Uski garm ungliyan Trupti ki gaand ki gahri darar aur uske nange maans ke beecho-beech phisal rahi thin.
"Ufffff! Abhay... wahan kya kar rahe ho..." Trupti ne jhoothi sharam dikhate hue siskaari li, par usne Abhay ka haath bilkul nahi roka. Balki usne apne honthon ko daanton tale dabocha aur ek aur lambi 'Ahhhhh' nikaali.
Trupti ki is sharam aur madhoshi bhari aawaz ne Abhay ko paagal kar diya. Uska lund ab itni zor se akad chuka tha ki use dard hone laga tha. Wo chahata tha ki abhi apni trunks faad kar us cream ko Trupti ki gili chut mein utaar de, par usne khud par control kiya. Usne apne haath neeche Trupti ki nangi, gori jaanghon par phiraaye aur unki gudaaz (thick) maans peshiyon ko masalne laga.
"Peeche ho gaya jaan... ab... ab aage ki baari," Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha, uski aawaz bhari aur thar-thara rahi thi.
Trupti ne lounger par hi karwat li aur peeth ke bal (on her back) seedhi let gayi. Usne apne khule hue bikini top ko halke se apne boobs par tika liya, par wo uske 38-inch ke bhaar ko sambhal nahi paa raha tha. Uske cleavage ki poori khaan aur uske aade boobs bahar nange jhalak rahe the.
Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein poori bebaaki aur hawas se dekha. "Toh laga do na... kisne roka hai?" Trupti ne behad nasheeli aur seducing tone mein kaha.
Abhay apne ghutnon ke bal lounger ke theek bagal mein baith gaya. Usne cream Trupti ke bilkul sapaat, chikne pet (stomach) par daali aur wahan malne laga. Trupti ka pet garm aur naram tha. Abhay ki ungliyan dheere-dheere upar ki taraf badhne lagin.
Uski ungliyan ab Trupti ke bhari boobs ke nichle hisse (underboob) ko chhu rahi thin. Abhay ne darrte-darrte Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, ye soch kar ki wo use abhi rok degi, jaisa usne pichli raat beach par kiya tha.
Par Trupti nahi ruki. Usne apne dono nange baazu apne sar ke peeche rakh liye, jisse uske boobs aur bhi zyada tan kar aage ki taraf ubhar aaye.
"Mmmhhhh... wahan dhoop sabse zyada lagti hai Abhay... wahan achhe se lagana," Trupti ne ankh maarte hue aur apne seene ko halke se upar uthate hue kaha.



Abhay ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne cream wale dono haath Trupti ke gore, doodhiya boobs ke side curves aur cleavage ke beech daal diye. Wo uske naram maans ko haule-haule masal raha tha. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke kadak nipples ke theek bagal se hote hue phisal rahi thin. Trupti apni aankhein band karke, apne raseele hothon ko thoda sa khol kar lagataar siskaiyan le rahi thi.

"Ahhh... sssssss... you feel so good Abhay... ohhh... mmmmhhh," Trupti ki ye madhosh aawazein Abhay ke lund par kisi hathode ki tarah baj rahi thin.
Abhay Trupti ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb jhuk gaya, uski garm saansein Trupti ke hothon se takra rahi thin. "Trupti... tum kya kar rahi ho mere saath? Mera control chhoot raha hai... Main isse zyada bardasht nahi kar paunga. Mera jism fatt raha hai tumhari is aag mein," Abhay ne bechaini aur hawas mein rote hue kaha.
Trupti ne dheere se apni aankhein kholi. Usne apne ek haath se Abhay ki gardan ko pakda aur use apne hothon ke aur kareeb kheencha.
"Abhi toh sirf shuruat hai Abhay..." Trupti ne fusfusate hue kaha, aur uske hothon par ek halka sa, chota sa par current laga dene wala geela kiss chipka diya. "Jab tum bardasht na kar pao... tab mujhe batana."
Trupti ki is behad erotic aur kaamuk (seductive) adaa ne Abhay ko andar se poori tarah tod diya tha. Ek 42 saal ki aurat, jo kal tak uske aage ghabrati thi, aaj apne pure jism ki namayish aur apne hothon se us mard ko apne ishaaron par nacha rahi thi. Trupti ko is power aur is seduction game mein ek aisi besharmi bhari khushi mil rahi thi, jise usne poori umar miss kiya tha. Aur theek wahi door, paani mein khada Rahul in dono ko dekh kar apni jeans ke andar buri tarah ubal raha tha. Uska shikaar ab apne nange roop mein sabke saamne aa chuka tha.

Door chhatri ke neeche Trupti aur Abhay ka wo hawas bhara khel chal raha tha. Trupti ki wo madhosh siskaiyan—'Ahhh... Abhay... mmmhhh...'—hawa ke zariye Rahul ke kaanon tak pahunch rahi thin, jaise uske dimaag mein koi ubalta hua tel daal raha ho.

Samandar ke paas ghutnon tak paani mein khada Rahul apni jagah par patthar ki tarah jamm gaya tha. Uski nazar apni Maa ki us 38-inch ki nangi, matakti hui gaand par thi jispar Abhay ke garm haath cream ragad rahe the. Rahul ki saansein ek bhookhe, gusse mein bhare bhediye (wolf) ki tarah chal rahi thin. Uske swimming trunks ke andar uska 6-inch lund itni buri tarah se akad chuka tha ki ab use wahan nasen phatne jaisa dard mehsoos ho raha tha. Wo pagal ho raha tha. Uski aag is qadar bhadak chuki thi ki agar wo abhi kisi jism ko na nochta, toh shayad uska dimaag phat jata.
'Randvi kahin ki... apne hi bete ke aage dusre mard se apni chuchiyan dabwa rahi hai,' Rahul ne danton ko kaskatate hue mann hi mann gaali di. Uska khoon ubal raha tha. Use abhi aur issi waqt koi aurat chahiye thi jiske andar wo apni is jaanlewa hawas aur gusse ko ghusaa sake.
Usne apni laal hoti aankhon se paani mein idhar-udhar dekha. Kriti thodi door kisi aur ladke se baatein kar rahi thi, par Kriti ka haddiyon wala jism Rahul ki is darindagi ko shant karne ke layaq nahi tha. Tabhi uski nazar thodi gehrai wale paani mein khadi Shital par gayi.
Shital ne ek dark blue color ka one-piece swimsuit pehna tha, jo uske dusky (saawle) aur bhare hue desi jism par bohot khil raha tha. Uske narm aur normal size ke boobs paani mein aade doobe hue the. Par problem ye thi ki Shital ka boyfriend, Pranay, theek uske bagal mein khada tha. Dono ek doosre par paani uchhal kar has rahe the.
Rahul ko Pranay ki maujoodgi se koi darr nahi tha, balki uske andar ka shaitaan ek alag hi 'thrill' dhoondh raha tha. Shital wahi ladki thi jisne apne boyfriend se chhup kar Rahul ka saara veerya (cum) apne gale mein utaara tha. Rahul ne faisla kiya ki wo Pranay ki aankhon ke theek neeche uski bandi ko chhuega. Ye uska tareeqa tha apna gussa nikaalne aur apna dominance saabit karne ka.
Rahul ne ek gehri saans li aur paani ke andar dive (chhalang) laga di.
Andar paani shant tha. Rahul tairta hua theek us jagah pahuncha jahan Shital aur Pranay khade the. Pranay ka dhyaan tabhi Sahil ki kisi aawaz par gaya aur wo palat kar use dekhne laga. Isi ek second ke mauke ka fayda utha kar, paani ke theek neeche se Rahul ne apne dono garm, sakht haath Shital ki gori, nangi jaanghon (thighs) par rakh diye.
"Ouch...!" Shital ke muh se ek halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Thande paani mein achanak kisi ke garm, chaude panjon ka sparsh use current ki tarah laga.
Pranay ne turant palat kar dekha, "Kya hua baby? Sab theek hai?"
Shital ghabra kar neeche dekhne hi wali thi ki paani ke andar se Rahul ke haath aur upar khisak gaye. Rahul ki badi-badi ungliyan Shital ke one-piece swimsuit ke kinare (panty line) ke theek andar ghus gayin aur usne Shital ki chut ke ubhaar (mons pubis) ko ek hi jhatke mein poori taqat se masal diya.




Shital ki saansein gale mein hi atak gayin. Uski aankhein hairani aur ek achanak uthi hawas se chaudi ho gayin. Neeche uski chut, jo paani ke bawajood andar se garm thi, achanak current khaa kar paani chhodne lagi.

"K... Kuch nahi Pranay," Shital ne haklate hue kaha, apne chehre ke expressions ko badi mushkil se normal rakhte hue. "Wo... wo shayad koi machhli (fish) mere pair se takra gayi thi."
"Arre darr mat, main hoon na," Pranay muskuraya aur thoda aage badh kar kisi aur ki taraf dekhne laga.
Theek usi waqt Rahul paani se bahar nikla, Shital ke bilkul kareeb. Uske baal gile the aur uske chehre par ek behad qatilana, nasheeli aur dominant muskaan thi. Usne Shital ki aankhon mein seedha dekha, ek aisi nazar jo keh rahi thi—'Tu meri private property hai.'
Shital ka dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Ek taraf uska boyfriend khada tha, aur theek paani ke neeche, Rahul ka haath abhi bhi uski jaangh ko sehla raha tha. Shital ne ghabrahat ke maare virodh karne ki koshish nahi ki. Balki, pichli raat Rahul ne jis be-rahmi aur zor se use chod tha, wo yaad aate hi Shital ki taangein paani mein thodi aur chaudi ho gayin.
Shital ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si galatfehmi (delusion) ne janam le liya. Usne socha ki Rahul itni khubsoorat aur sexy ladkiyon—khaas kar Kriti aur Trupti—ko chhod kar jaan-boojh kar uske paas aaya hai. Pranay jaise boyfriend ke samne khatra utha kar wo use (Shital ko) chhu raha hai.
"Rahul... pagal ho gaye ho kya? Pranay dekh lega..." Shital ne paani mein thoda aur kareeb aakar, behad dheemi aur kaanpti hui aawaz mein fusfusaya. Uski aawaz mein gusse se zyada maza aur thrill tha.
"Dekhne do," Rahul ne uski ankhon mein jhukte hue dheere se kaha. Usne paani ke neeche apne tanaav se bhare lund ko halke se aage dhakela, taaki paani ki lehron ke saath wo Shital ki nangi jaangh se ragad khaye. "Main apne aap ko rok nahi paa raha hoon Shital. Tum is blue swimsuit mein itni tight aur rasbhari lag rahi ho ki mera dil kar raha hai yahi paani mein tumhari panty faad doon."
Ye gande aur direct alfaaz sun kar Shital ka chehra sharam se tamtama gaya. Uska mard (Pranay) uske bagal mein khada tha, par uski chut Rahul ke naam par dhadak rahi thi. Use laga ki Rahul sach mein uske jism ki aag mein jal raha hai. Wo sach mein uski taraf attract ho gaya hai.
"Tum... tum sach mein bohot besharam ho Rahul," Shital ne ek sharmili hasi ke saath paani uchhal kar halke se Rahul ke seene par maara. "Us raat ko toh mera poora ras nikaal liya tha... abhi bhi bhookh nahi miti?"



Shital poori tarah se us flirtatious aur risky game mein dhal chuki thi. Use lag raha tha ki usne college ki sabse hot ladkiyon ko hara kar Rahul ka dil jeet liya hai. Uske nipples thande paani aur Rahul ke us garm touch se swimsuit ke kapde mein buri tarah akad gaye the.

Rahul ne ek jhoothi, par behad convincing hasi hasi. "Tumhari bhookh itni jaldi kahan mitne wali hai meri jaan," Rahul ne wapas paani mein doobki lagane se pehle aankh maari.
Paani ke andar wapas ghuste hi, Rahul ke chehre ki wo sweet aur hawasi muskaan ekdum se gayab ho gayi. Uska dimaag abhi bhi apni 'College Girl' Maa ke un 38-inch ke boobs aur Abhay ke garm haathon par atka hua tha.
'Bewakoof ladki,' Rahul ne paani ke andar tairte hue apne lund ke tanaav ko thoda relax karne ki koshish ki. 'Tujhe lagta hai main tujh par fida hoon? Tu toh sirf mere lund ka wo dustbin hai jisme main apna gussa aur hawas nikaalta hoon. Mera asli shikaar toh wahan beach par leti hui meri randi Maa hai... jisne is aag ko lagaya hai. Aur us aag ko bujhane ke liye agar mujhe poore college ki ladkiyon ko apne lund par nachana pada, toh main nachaunga.'
Rahul thodi door paani se bahar nikla, apne gusse aur apni bhookh ko kuch hadd tak shant karke. Usne door se dekha, Trupti abhi bhi us lounger par leti hui thi aur Abhay uske jism par cream malte hue poori tarah se madhosh ho chuka tha.
Goa ki is dopehar ne ab saare rishton, pyaar aur bharose ki dhajjiyan uda di thin. Har koi ek doosre ko dhokha de raha tha, sirf aur sirf apni jism ki hawas aur bhookh mitane ke liye. Aur is poore shatranj ka sabse bada khiladi, Rahul, ab apni agli chaal ki tayari mein tha.

Samandar ke thande paani ne bhi Rahul ke andar jal rahi us hawasi aag ko nahi bujhaya tha. Door chhatri ke neeche Trupti ki nangi peeth par chalte Abhay ke haath uske dimaag mein hathode ki tarah baj rahe the. Paani se bahar nikalte waqt Rahul ka 6-inch lamba aur mota lund uske gile swimming trunks mein itni buri tarah tana hua tha ki wahan ek bada sa tent ban gaya tha, jise chhupana ab mushkil ho raha tha.

Usne paani se bahar aate hue ek aakhri baar Shital ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek bhookha, par hukum dene wala (commanding) ishara tha. Phir wo chup-chap beach ki bheed se door, villa ke pichhwade mein bane ghane pedon aur jhaadiyon (trees and bushes) ke us sunsaan hisse ki taraf chala gaya.
Shital, jiske andar Rahul ke us garm touch ne paani ke neeche pehle hi aag laga di thi, wo is ishaare ko poori tarah samajh gayi. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ek taraf uska boyfriend Pranay tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi gandi, chori-chhupe aag jisme wo pichli raat se jal rahi thi. "Pranay, main zara washroom se aati hoon," Shital ne jhooth bola aur paani se nikal kar dabe paaon us ghane jhurmut ki taraf chal di jahan Rahul gaya tha.
Pedon ke us jhund mein ghup andhera aur thandak thi. Bahar ki dhoop andar nahi aa pa rahi thi. Jaise hi Shital wahan dakhil hui, kisi ne achanak ek jhatke se uska haath pakda aur use kheench kar ek mote ped ke taane (trunk) se sata diya.
Ye Rahul tha. Uski saansein tez chal rahi thin aur uski aankhon mein ek aisi wehshi (wild) bhookh thi jise dekh kar Shital ek pal ke liye ghabra gayi.
Shital ka seena haanfne ki wajah se upar-neeche ho raha tha. Usne darrte hue aur thoda nakhra dikhate hue apne haath Rahul ke gile seene par rakh diye. "Rahul... tum paagal ho gaye ho kya? Bahar Pranay aur sab log hain. Agar kisi ne humein yahan dekh liya toh..."
Shital ne ek gehri saans li aur apne bikhre gile baalon ko theek karte hue ek serious tone mein boli, "Dekho Rahul... ye jo bhi hamare beech chal raha hai, ye baar-baar nahi chalega. Main Pranay se pyaar karti hoon. Kal raat ki baat alag thi, par yahan beach par is tarah se risk lena theek nahi hai. Humein pakde jane ka darr hai."
Shital ko lag raha tha ki uski in baaton se Rahul darr jayega ya uske aage mannatein maangega. Par Rahul ke dimaag mein Trupti aur Abhay ka romance ghoom raha tha. Uske paas kisi 'sweet girl' ke nakhre uthane ka time nahi tha. Use bas apne lund ka wo dardnaak tanaav shant karna tha.
"Shhhhh... bakwaas band kar," Rahul ne ek behad rukhapan aur gusse bhari aawaz mein kaha. Uski is aakramak (aggressive) tone se Shital poori tarah senn reh gayi.
Bina ek second zaya kiye, Rahul ne apne gile swimming trunks ko ek hi jhatke mein piche kheencha aur neeche gira diya. Uska laal-surkh, nasein ubhra hua (veiny) lund jo itni der se qaid tha, wo jhatke se bahar nikal kar theek Shital ke chehre ke saamne aakar khada ho gaya. Lund ka topa pre-cum ki wajah se poori tarah chamak raha tha aur uski garmi Shital ko apne gaalon par mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Ghutno par baith... aur ise apne muh mein le. Abhi!" Rahul ne apne dono haathon se Shital ke baal pakad liye aur use zor se neeche ki taraf dabaya.
Shital ka ego aur uska darr us ek pal mein poori tarah toot gaya. Rahul ki is darindagi aur dominant ravaiye ne uske andar ki us aurat ko jaga diya jo kal raat Rahul ke lund ke aage haar maan chuki thi. Wo bina koi virodh kiye ghutno ke bal ped ke neeche baith gayi. Uske theek saamne Rahul ka wo bada, garm hathiyar (weapon) tana hua tha jiska swaad wo bhool nahi paayi thi.
Shital ne apna muh khola aur apne dark lips ko Rahul ke lund ke tope par rakh diya. Usne dheere-dheere Rahul ke lund ko apne gale mein utaarna shuru kiya.
"Ahhhhh... yes... aur andar le saali..." Rahul ne siskaari bhari.
Shital ne apne gaalon ko pitchka kar vacuum banaya aur zor-zor se chusna (sucking) shuru kar diya. 'Gluck... gluck... slurp... slurp...' ki gandi aawaazein us sunsaan jhaadiyon mein goonjne lagin. Shital apna poora 100% de rahi thi, ye soch kar ki wo Rahul ko apna deewana bana rahi hai.



Par Rahul use koi pyaar ya romance nahi de raha tha. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek aurat thi—uski Maa, Trupti, jo bahar kisi aur mard se apne boobs malwa rahi thi. Is jalan aur gusse ne Rahul ko poori tarah jaanwar bana diya. Usne Shital ke sar (head) ko peeche se apne dono majboot panjon mein poori taqat se jakad liya.

"Mmmmhhh! Mmmmmm!" Shital ke muh se ghutan bhari aawaazein nikalne lagin jab Rahul ne achanak apni kamar chalani shuru kar di.
Rahul ab Shital ke chusne ka intezaar nahi kar raha tha, wo khud Shital ke muh ko buri tarah chod raha (mouth-fuck) tha. Usne Shital ke baalon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uske gale ki aakhri gehrai tak dhakelne laga. Wo ek ke baad ek tez aur behreham dhakke (thrusts) Shital ke muh mein maar raha tha.
"Gale tak le isko... kha ja meri aag ko..." Rahul janwaron ki tarah gurraya.
Shital ki aankhon se paani nikalne laga tha. Uski saansein atak rahi thin. Rahul ka lund uske gale ko chheel raha tha, par Rahul ke haathon ki pakad itni majboot thi ki Shital peeche nahi hat sakti thi. Wo ansu baha rahi thi par mazboori aur ek ajeeb se dradnaak maze mein us motay lund ko bardaasht kar rahi thi.
Rahul ka khoon ab ubaal par tha. Trupti ki jhalakti cleavage aur Abhay ke chhoote hue haath uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahe the. Shital ka muh Rahul ke lund ki ragad se poori tarah garm ho chuka tha.
"Ahhhh... main chhodne wala hoon... nikaalne wala hoon..." Rahul ki saansein atki aur uski kamar ekdam se akad gayi.
Aakhri second mein, bina Shital ko koi warning diye, Rahul ne apne lund ko ek hi jhatke mein Shital ke muh se bahar nikaal liya. Shital haanfte hue, khansi aur lambi saans lene ke liye aage jhuki, par theek usi waqt Rahul ke tanaav se bhare tope se garm aur gaadhe (thick) veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan chhootne lagin.
"Pichhhh... pichhhhh..."
Rahul ne apni saari bhadaas, saari jalan aur hawas ki wo garm 'cream' seedha Shital ke chehre par ugal di. Pili-safed (yellowish-white) gaadhi dhaar seedha Shital ki aankhon, uske hothon aur uske naak par jaakar giri. Shital ne jhatke se apni aankhein band kar lin. Uski dusky twacha par Rahul ka wo chipchipa cum buri tarah fail gaya.
Rahul ki saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thin. Usne haanfte hue neeche dekha. Shital ghutno par baithi thi, uska chehra poori tarah uske cum se sana hua tha aur wo saans lene ke liye tadap rahi thi. Uske blue swimsuit ke upar tak Rahul ki cream ke kuch chheente gire the. Ek pal pehle jo ladki usse keh rahi thi ki 'ye baar-baar nahi chalega', wo ab uske lund ka paani apne chehre par mal rahi thi.



Bina ek lafz kahe, bina koi sympathy dikhaye, Rahul ne apne lund se aakhri boond jhatki aur apne swimming trunks ko upar kheench liya. Usne ek tissue ya towel tak Shital ko offer nahi kiya.

"Is cream ko achhe se saaf kar lena," Rahul ne ek behad thandi aur be-parwah aawaz mein kaha. "Warna tera sweet boyfriend Pranay darr jayega ki machhli ne itna safed paani kaise chhod diya."
Rahul wahan ruka hi nahi. Usne palat kar apna rasta liya aur un ghane pedon se bahar dhoop ki taraf nikal gaya, Shital ko apne piche akela, us gandi aur degrading halat mein chhod kar. Rahul ka lund aur uska ego ab shant the. Usne apni frsutration nikaal li thi, aur ab uski aankhein wapas beach par us lounger ko dhoondh rahi thin, jahan uska asli aur sabse bada shikaar apni azaadi ke nashe mein dooba tha.

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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.

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Game ke us aag laga dene wale dirty dance aur nashe ki inteha ke baad, bonfire ke chaaron taraf ab sirf hawas aur bechaini ka sannata tha. Trupti ki nangi baglon (armpits) ka paseena, uske aade bahar latakte hue 38-inch ke boobs aur uski matakti gaand ne wahan baithe har mard ki ragon mein ubalta hua lava bhar diya tha. Ab kisi mein bhi aage game khelne ya baatein karne ka sabra nahi bacha tha. Har koi apni-apni hawas ko shant karne ke liye bechain tha.

Pranay ne jaldi se Shital ka haath pakda aur use utha kar lagbhag kheenchte hue villa ke andar le gaya. Abhay, jiska lund Trupti ke nange jism ka mujra dekh kar uski jeans faadne par aamada tha, wo ek second bhi aur bardaasht nahi kar paya. Usne aage badh kar Trupti ki gori, nangi baazu ko apne garm, chaude panje mein kaskar pakad liya.
"Chalo Trupti... andar chalte hain," Abhay ki aawaz mein ek aisi bhari aur mardana dominance (hukum) thi jise sun kar Trupti ka dil dhadak utha.
Trupti Tequila ke nashe mein poori tarah jhoom rahi thi. Uski white shirt abhi bhi khuli hui thi aur black lace bralette mein uske gudaaz stan upar-neeche ho rahe the. Jaise hi Abhay use kheenchte hue villa ke main door tak laya, Trupti ne ek pal ke liye ruk kar peeche mud kar dekha.
Wahan lawn mein, andhere ke beech Rahul akela baitha tha. Apne dark grey underwear mein, jiske aage uske 6-inch lund ka vishal 'tent' poori tarah tana hua tha. Rahul ki nazrein Trupti par hi gadi thin. Trupti ko ek second ke liye wahi purana darr laga, par agle hi pal Rahul ne apne chehre par ek behad soft, understanding aur gentle smile laayi. Usne badi masoomiyat aur 'supportive bete' ki tarah apna sar haan mein hilaya (gentle nod)—jaise keh raha ho, 'Jao meri jaan, apni life enjoy karo. I am happy for you.'



Apne bete ki is pyari muskaan aur sweekriti (approval) ko dekh kar Trupti ke andar ka bacha-kucha guilt aur sharam hamesha ke liye dafan ho gaya. Usne khushi aur nashe mein Rahul ko ek badi si, bebaak smile wapas di, aur poori tarah azaad hokar Abhay ke saath khushi-khushi andar chali gayi. Wo bhool chuki thi ki wo ek Maa hai; ab wo sirf aur sirf ek hawas mein jalti hui 'College Girl' thi.

Dono upper floor par apne room ki taraf ja rahe the. Corridor mein chalte hue achanak unke kadam dheeme pad gaye. Bagal wale kamre se behad tez aur madhosh siskaiyon ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
"Ahhhh... Pranay... yes... aur zor se... faad do mujhe... mmmmhhh!"
Ye Shital ki aawaz thi. Pranay uske andar apni saari hawas nikaal raha tha, aur unke jismon ke takrane ki 'slap-slap' aawaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi. In gandi aur uttejak aawaazon ne Trupti ke kaanon mein padte hi uske jism ki aag ko doguna kar diya. Trupti pehle hi Pranay ki godh mein baith kar, uske sakht lund ko apni gaand ki darar par ragadne ki wajah se buri tarah garm ho chuki thi. Uski black thong panty uske apne hi ras (wetness) se poori tarah bheeg kar chipchipi ho gayi thi. Uski chut us 21 saal ke garm lund ki chubhan ko abhi bhi mehsoos kar rahi thi aur bechaini se dhadak rahi thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ko kamre ke andar kheencha aur darwaza band karke zor se kundi (lock) laga di. Click!
Kamre mein sirf ek dim yellow light jal rahi thi. Abhay darwaze par peeth tikaye khada tha. Uski saansein kisi ghode (horse) ki tarah tez chal rahi thin. Uski jeans ke crotch area mein ek ajeeb sa ubhaar tha. Uska lund kisi ghode ke lund jaisa mota aur sakht (hard as a horse) hokar jeans ke kapde ko buri tarah aage ki taraf dhakel raha tha.
Abhay ki laal, bhookhi aankhein Trupti ke paseene se chamakte nange armpits, uski gahri cleavage, aur matakti hui 38-inch ki gaand par jami thin.
"Trupti..." Abhay ne aage badhte hue ek aisi aawaz mein kaha jisme ab koi sabra nahi bacha tha. "Baby... mujhe pata hai tum chahti ho ki hum dheere-dheere aage badhein... humne promise kiya tha. But I can't. Main aaj apne aap ko control nahi kar sakta."
Abhay uske bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Uske garm jism ki aanch Trupti ko mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Aaj bahar jo maine dekha... tumhara wo nanga dance, tumhare jism ki wo chamak... mera dimaag phat raha hai Trupti," Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha. "Agar aaj maine tumhe poori tarah apna nahi banaya, toh main pagal ho jaunga."
Trupti bhi ab peechhe hatne ke mood mein nahi thi. Tequila ka nasha, Pranay ke lund ki ragad, aur Shital ki cheekhon ne use ek garm, bhookhi aurat bana diya tha. Usne apni adhi band, nasheeli aankhon se Abhay ki mardana hawas ko dekha, aur uske hothon par ek qatilana muskaan aa gayi.



Is muskaan ko dekh kar Abhay ke andar ka janwar azaad ho gaya. Wo ek poori tarah se dominant male (haavi hone wale mard) ke roop mein aage badha. Usne apne dono garm aur mazboot haathon se Trupti ki 28-inch ki patli kamar ko poori taqat se dabocha. Trupti ke muh se ek siskaari nikalne hi wali thi ki Abhay ne use ek hi jhatke mein hawa mein uthaya aur peeche rakhe hue bade se king-size bed par zor se patak diya (throw her on bed).

Trupti ka gudaaz aur bhari jism us naram gaddhe (mattress) par gira aur halke se uchhla (bounce hua). Uski khuli hui white shirt uske kandhon se aur neeche sarak gayi, aur uske denim hot-pants uski gaand ke aakashwani (curves) ko aur bhi zyada be-parda kar rahe the. Uski lambi nangi taangein bed par phail gayin. Bikhre hue baal, hothon par faili hui red lipstick aur paseene se bheegi hui gori gardan—wo kisi bed par parosi hui aag ki devi lag rahi thi.
Abhay apna shirt utaar kar bed ke kinare par khutno ke bal aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein ek wehshi bhookh thi.
Trupti ne bed par lete-lete hi ek behad sharmili, par hawas se dhoobi hui kaamuk (seductive) adaa ke saath Abhay ko dekha. Usne apne ek haath se apne bikhre baalon ko kaan ke peeche kiya, apni nangi taangon ko thoda aur khola, aur apni nashiili aawaz mein fusfusayi...
"Abhay... I know... mujhe pata hai maine aaj tumhe bohot tadpaya hai. Tumhare us tanaav ko maine sabke saamne tease kiya hai," Trupti ne muskurate hue apne haath ko aage badha kar Abhay ke bed par rakhe hue garm haath ko chua. "Par aaj raat... main tumhe poori tarah khush karungi. Main aaj sirf tumhari hoon."
Ye sunte hi Abhay ke dimaag ki aakhri nas bhi toot gayi. Uski hawas ab us 42 saal ki maansal jism wali aurat ko poori tarah se cheer dene ke liye betaab thi. Raat ki ye bandish ab hamesha ke liye tootne wali thi.




Trupti ke un nashiile aur hawas se bhare alfaaz—"Main aaj sirf tumhari hoon"—ne Abhay ke dimaag ki aakhri nas ko bhi tod diya tha. Uske andar ka sabra, jo usne itne mahinon se is 42 saal ki maansal aurat ke liye daba kar rakha tha, ab ek bhookhe janwar ki tarah azaad ho gaya tha.

Bina ek second zaya kiye, Abhay bed par aage badha aur theek Trupti ke upar haavi ho gaya. Usne apne dono garm aur sakht haath Trupti ke nange, gore kandhon par rakhe aur apne hoth seedha Trupti ke raseele, laal hothon par jad diye. Ye kiss pichle kisi bhi kiss se alag tha. Isme na koi romance tha aur na hi koi hichkichahat; isme sirf mardana bhookh aur hawas thi.
"Mmmmhhhh... Ahhhhh!" Trupti ke hothon se ek lambi, garm siskaari nikal gayi jab Abhay ki moti jeebh (tongue) uske muh ke andar poori taqat se ghus gayi.
Lick for lick, tongue for tongue. Dono ki jeebhein ek doosre ke muh mein buri tarah kushti (wrestling) kar rahi thin. Trupti ne bhi apna poora jism dhila chhod diya aur apne haath Abhay ki chaudi peeth aur uske baalon mein fansa liye. Abhay uske muh ka saara ras choos raha tha. Unke hoth jab halke se alag hote, toh unke beech laar (saliva) ka ek chamakta hua, chipchipa taar ban jata. Abhay wapas us taar ko todta aur Trupti ke hothon ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaatta. Kamre mein sirf 'slurp-slurp' aur 'smooch' ki gandi aawaazein goonj rahi thin.
Trupti poori tarah haanf rahi thi. "Abhay... uff... Abhay..." uske muh se lagataar Abhay ka naam nikal raha tha.
Abhay apne hothon ko Trupti ke muh se hata kar uski lambi, gori aur paseene se bheegi gardan par le aaya. Usne wahan apni garm jeebh pheri aur phir apne daanton se uski naram twacha ko pakad kar zor se choosne laga.
"Ahhhhh... dard ho raha hai... sssssss..." Trupti ne apni peeth ko bed se thoda upar uthate hue (arching) siskaari li. Abhay ne uski gardan aur collarbone par do-teen gehri, laal aur neeli nishaniyan (love bites) chhod din. Ye nishaniyan is baat ka saboot thin ki Trupti ab uski private property ban chuki thi.
Abhay ke haath ab aahista-aahista neeche khisak kar Trupti ki chhati par aa gaye. Us white shirt ko toh Trupti ne pehle hi dance ke waqt utaar diya tha. Abhay ke chaude panjon ne us black lace bralette ke upar se hi Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, doodhiya boobs ko poori be-rahmi se daboch liya (groping).
"Ahhh... Abhay... daba do unhe... mmmmhhh," Trupti nashe aur hawas mein apna hosh poori tarah kho baithi thi. Abhay uske naram aur gudaaz maans ko aate ki tarah masal raha tha.
Dheere-dheere, Abhay ki ungliyan Trupti ki peeth ke peeche gayin aur usne bralette ke hook ko ek hi jhatke mein khol diya. Trupti ne halke se apne aap ko uthaya taaki Abhay us lace ke kapde ko nikaal sake. Jaise hi bralette hatti, Trupti ke dono vishal, bhari aur doodh ki tarah safed stan (boobs) gurutvakarshan (gravity) ki wajah se bed par aage ki taraf gir pade. Unka aakar aur wazan itna zyada tha ki wo aas-paas ke naram gaddhe par phail gaye the. Un gore pahaadon ke theek beecho-beech do bade, kaale-bhoore (dark brown) aur buri tarah akde hue nipples hawa mein tan kar khade the.
Ye pehli baar tha.
Ye pehli baar tha jab Trupti ne apni poori marzi aur hosh o hawaas (halanki nashe mein thi) se apne pati Sanjeev ke alawa kisi gair mard ko apni nangi chhatiyan dikhayi thin. Vikki ne uske kapde zabardasti phaade the, aur Rahul ne use hamesha manipulate karke ya darr dikha kar chua tha. Par yahan... yahan usne khud apne aap ko parosa tha.
Is ahsaas ne achanak Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si sharam (shyness) aur jhijhak paida kar di. Ek pativrata aurat ka wo purana ansh ek second ke liye jaag utha. Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal (blush) ho gaya. Usne jaldi se apne dono nange haathon ko aage badhaya aur cross karke (chiasm) apne dono bhari boobs ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Uski nazrein neeche jhuk gayin, bilkul ek kunwari aur masoom ladki ki tarah jo pehli baar kisi mard ke samne nangi hui ho.
Par Abhay ab rukne wala nahi tha. Usne us nange husn ki jhalak dekh li thi aur uska lund ab jeans faadne wala tha. Abhay ne behad pyaar aur mardana dominance ke saath apne dono haath aage badhaye. Usne Trupti ki naram kalaiyon (wrists) ko pakda aur aahista-aahista uske haathon ko uski chhatiyon se hata kar bed par dono taraf faila diya.



"Chhupao mat jaan..." Abhay ne fati hui, hawas bhari aankhon se un 38-inch ke nange pahaadon ko ghoorte hue fusfusaya. "Ye jannat hai. Tum nahi jaanti tum inme kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Inhe mere liye azaad hi rehne do."

Abhay ki in baaton ne Trupti ke andar ki us aakhri sharam ko bhi pighla kar khatam kar diya. Usne apni baahein bed par phaila din aur apne seene ko thoda sa aur upar utha diya, jaise wo khud apne jism ko Abhay ke muh mein pesh kar rahi ho.
Bina ek pal aur gawaye, Abhay ka sar neeche jhuka aur usne apna muh poori tarah khol kar Trupti ke right nipple ko uske aas-paas ke naram, gore maans ke saath apne muh mein bhar liya.
"Ufffff... Maaaaa!!!" Trupti ke muh se ek be-ikhtiyaar, dard aur behisab maze se bhari cheekh nikal gayi. Uski peeth bed se hawa mein uth gayi (arched).
Abhay uske doodhiya boobs ko kisi bhookhe bache (hungry baby) ki tarah choos raha tha. Uski jeebh (tongue) us kadak, kaale nipple ke chaaron taraf gol-gol ghoom rahi thi. Usne apne dusre haath se Trupti ke left boob ko pakad rakha tha aur uske maans ko masalte hue uske nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech pinch (chikoti) kar raha tha.
"Slurp... slurp... gluck... ahhhh..." Abhay ke muh se us naram maans ko choosne ki gandi aawaazein poore kamre mein goonj rahi thin.
Trupti hawas mein poori tarah pagal ho chuki thi. Uski chut itni gili thi ki uski denim hot-pants andar tak uske apne hi paani se bheeg chuki thi. "Chuso Abhay... ahhhh... kha jao mujhe... aur zor se!" Trupti ne apne haath bedsheet ko poori taqat se nochte hue siskaiyan li.



s hawas aur maze ke toofan mein, Trupti ne be-ikhtiyaar apne dono haath hawa mein upar utha liye aur unhe apne sar ke peeche bed par daal diya. Uski is azaad aurat wali harkat ki wajah se uske nange armpits (bagal) poori tarah Abhay ke chehre ke theek saamne open ho gaye.

Dance karne aur garmi ki wajah se Trupti ke un nange, chikne armpits mein paseene (sweat) ki chamakti hui boondein ruki hui thin. Uski ek behad teevra, namkeen aur kaamuk (musky) mehak aa rahi thi, jo ek mature aurat ke garm jism ki asli pehchaan hoti hai.
Abhay, jo pehle se hi hawas mein andha ho chuka tha, uski nazrein jab un gile armpits par padin, toh uske andar ka janwar aur bhi wehshi ho gaya. Usne Trupti ke hothon aur boobs se apna muh hataya, aur theek uski nangi bagal (armpit) ke khaan mein apna chehra ghusa diya.
"Ahhhhh... Abhay ye kya kar... ufffff!" Trupti ki aawaz ek madhosh siskaari mein badal gayi.
Abhay ki garm, khurdari jeebh Trupti ke nange, paseene se bheege armpit ko chaatne (licking) lagi. Usne Trupti ke jism ke us namkeen, garm paseene ko poori tarah se apni jeebh par lapet liya.
Ek aurat ke sabse sensitive hisson mein se ek, uske underarms par kisi mard ki garm jeebh ka lagataar aage-peeche hona, Trupti ke dimaag ke saare fuse uda raha tha. Uski saansein phool gayin, uske daant bhich gaye aur wo bed par buri tarah tadapne lagi.
"Ahhhh... ssssss... I love it Abhay... chat lo... chat lo mujhe poora..." Trupti ne besharmi ki saari haddein paar karte hue apne nange jism ki us aag ko hawale kar diya. Ab us kamre mein koi Sati-Savitri, koi Maa nahi thi; wahan sirf do wehshi jism the jo hawas ki aakhri limit ko cross karne ke liye tadap rahe the.
Abhay ki jeebh ab uske nange armpits se neeche phisalte hue uske gore, sapaat pet (stomach) par aane lagi. Uski jeebh Trupti ki gehri naabhi (navel) ke chaaron taraf ghoom rahi thi. "Mmmmhhh..." Trupti ka pet siskariyon ke saath tezi se upar-neeche ho raha tha.
Abhay ke haath ab Trupti ke chote se denim hot-pants ke button par ja pahunche. Ek pal ke liye Trupti thodi nervous hui. Uski saansein atki, par usne Abhay ko roka nahi. Abhay ne button khola aur zip neeche karke, us shorts ko Trupti ki gori, maansal jaanghon se hote hue ek hi jhatke mein pairon se nikaal diya.
Ab bed par Trupti poori tarah nangi thi, siwaaye us ek patli si black thong panty ke.
Jaise hi Abhay ki nazar us black panty par gayi, uska dimaag hi sunn ho gaya. Wo panty Trupti ki yoni (chut) ke nikle hue garm ras se poori tarah bheeg kar uske jism se buri tarah chipak chuki thi. Kaale kapde ke theek beecho-beech ek geela, chamakta hua nishaan ban chuka tha. Uski chut ki ek teevra, garm aur kaamuk mehak (musky smell) Abhay ki naak tak pahunchi, jisne uske andar ke janwar ko pagal kar diya. Uski hawas ab apne charam par thi.
Abhay ne apna garm angutha (thumb) us gili black panty ke theek beecho-beech rakha.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oohhh!" Trupti ka jism bed par current khakar ainth gaya. Abhay ka angutha kapde ke upar se hi uski yoni ki naram darar (gap) ko poori tarah mehsoos kar raha tha. Trupti ki chut us dabav se kisi bhookhe hothon ki tarah dhadak rahi thi.
Jaise hi Abhay ne apni ungliyan panty ki elastic ke andar, uski nangi chut ke andar ghusane ki koshish ki, Trupti ne achanak ghabra kar Abhay ka haath apne dono haathon se pakad liya.
Trupti ka bhari seena tezi se dhadak raha tha. Usne apni badi, nasheeli aur thodi nervous aankhon se Abhay ko dekha. Wo nangi chhatiyon ke saath bed par leti thi, uska jism hawas se kaanp raha tha, par ek aakhri line wo abhi cross nahi karna chahti thi.
"Abhay... please..." Trupti ne haanfti aur kaanpti aawaz mein ek behad hot aur sharmili request ki, "Kya tum... kya tum bas kapde ke upar se hi... bahar se hi kar sakte ho? Please, andar mat daalo... just do it from outside."
Abhay ne Trupti ke us nange, bhare seene aur uske chehre ke us nervous, kaamuk expression ko dekha. Us 42 saal ki aurat ki is aadhi Sati-Savitri aur aadhi randi wali adaa ne Abhay ko poori tarah se ghayal kar diya tha.
"Okay jaan... jaisa tum kaho," Abhay ne ek shaitani aur mardana muskaan dete hue kaha.
Abhay ne apna haath wapas us gili black panty ke theek upar rakha aur apni hatheli se Trupti ki chut ko zor-zor se ragadna (rubbing) shuru kar diya.
"Aahhhhh! Yessss... Abhay... ohhhh my God!" Trupti poori tarah pagal ho gayi.



Abhay ki ragad itni perfect aur teevra thi ki Trupti ki bhari gaand bed se uth-uth kar Abhay ke haath par lagne lagi. Panty ka kapda uski clitoris par buri tarah ghis raha tha. Trupti dono haathon se bedsheet ko noch rahi thi. Uski siskaiyan ab cheekhon mein badalne lagi thin.

"Aur tez Abhay... aur tez... Ahhhhh! Main... main jhadne wali hoon!"
Kuch hi seconds ki us be-raham, garm ragad ne Trupti ko uske breaking point par laa khada kiya.
"Aahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Trupti ke muh se ek lambi aur jordaar cheekh nikli. Uska poora jism bed par akad gaya aur uski yoni se paani ki ek garm dhaar phoot padi. Uski chut itni buri tarah se gili ho gayi (cummed) ki garm, chipchipa liquid uski black panty ko poori tarah bhigota hua uski nangi jaanghon tak behne laga. Trupti haanf rahi thi, uska jism har jhatke ke saath thar-thara raha tha.
Abhay ruka aur usne Trupti ki us poori tarah bheege hue crotch ko dekha. Uske hothon par ek halki, mardana aur amused (majedar) hansi aa gayi.
"Dekho apna haal Trupti..." Abhay ne sexily hasate hue kaha, "Tum kitni gili ho chuki ho mere liye. Tumhari panty paani se tapak rahi hai."
Ye sunte hi Trupti sharam se poori tarah paani-paani ho gayi (sharma gyi). Ek jawan ladke ke theek saamne apne jism ka itna paani chhod dena use sharam se gaad raha tha. Usne turant apne dono nange haathon se apna tamtamaya hua laal chehra chhupa liya.
Abhay ne jhuk kar Trupti ke ras se sani hui apni gili ungli aur anguthe ko dekha. Phir, Trupti ke chehre par se uske haath hatate hue, uski aankhon ke theek samne, Abhay ne apni un gili ungliyon ko apne muh ke paas laya aur Trupti ki yoni ke us garm, namkeen paani ko apni jeebh se chaat (lick) liya.
Abhay ne Trupti ko uski iss sharmili halat mein dekh kar halke se use apni godh (lap) mein kheench liya. Usne Trupti ki bheege panty par ek baar aur zor se apna haath ragda.
"Ahhhhh!" Trupti ne achanak bed par machhalte hue ek zor ki siskaari li. Uska jism is achanak dabav se kaanp utha.

Abhay zor se hasne laga. Use Trupti ko is tarah apne aage bebas aur madhosh dekh kar bohot maza aa raha tha. Par Trupti ka sharam ab ek jhoothe, nakhrewale gusse mein badal gaya. Usne apni fati hui nasheeli aankhon se Abhay ko ghoora, aur apne dono gore haath Abhay ke seene par rakh kar use poori taqat se peeche gaddhe (bed) par gira diya.

"Tumhe lagta hai sirf tum hi tease kar sakte ho? Ruko... ab main tumhe dikhati hoon," Trupti ne ek bhookhi sherni ki tarah muskurate hue kaha.
Trupti apne ghutnon ke bal bed par aayi aur aage jhuki. Usne Abhay ki jeans ki zip pakdi aur ek hi jhatke mein khol di. Abhay ne bed par aaram se lete hue ek hawas bhari smile di. Bina kisi hichkichahat ke, Trupti ne Abhay ke underwear ke andar haath daala aur uske tanaav se aag ugalte hue lund ko bahar nikaal liya. Agle hi pal Abhay ne apni jeans aur underwear dono poori tarah nikaal kar bed se neeche phenk diye.
Ab wo poori tarah nanga tha.
Jaise hi Trupti ki nazrein Abhay ke us azaad aur tanaav se bhare mardana ang par padin, uski aankhein hairani se fati ki fati reh gayin. Wo us lund ko ghoorti reh gayi. Ye... ye sabse bada tha! Uske pati Sanjeev ka hathiyar iske aage kuch bhi nahi tha. Yahan tak ki Rahul aur us darinde Vikki ke lund se bhi kahin zyada lamba, mota aur lohe jaisa sakht! Uspar ubhri hui nile rang ki nasen Abhay ki poori mardangi ka saboot de rahi thin.
Trupti ne darrte-darrte, par ek behisab kashish ke saath apna naram haath aage badhaya aur us garm, dande jaise lund par rakh diya.
"Ufffff!" Trupti ke haath lagte hi us lund ne hawa mein ek zor ka jhatka (twitch) diya. Us mardana ang ki ek teevra, garm aur musky mehak Trupti ki naak tak pahunchi. Ye mehak aur uske bhaar ka ehsaas Trupti ko aur bhi zyada madhosh bana raha tha.




Trupti ne us lund ko apni mutthi (grip) mein poori tarah bhar liya. Uske naram, gore haathon ka touch mehsoos hote hi Abhay ki saansein atak gayin.

Trupti ne haule-haule us garm hathiyar ko upar-neeche hilaana (shake/stroke) shuru kiya.
"Fuuuckkk... Trupti... ahhhhh! Yesss..." Abhay ke muh se ek bhari, mardana siskaari nikalne lagi. Uska sar gaddhe mein peeche ki taraf dhans gaya aur usne apni aankhein band kar lin. Trupti ke un naram haathon ka nasha Abhay ko pagal kar raha tha.
Trupti lagataar us lund ko sahla rahi thi. Achanak, use wo pal yaad aa gaya jab jungle ke paas paani mein Vikki ne uske haathon se zabardasti apna lund hilwaya tha. Us waqt uske andar darr aur bebasi thi. Par aaj... aaj koi zabardasti nahi thi. Aaj wo is 21 saal ke mard ko, jo use itna chahta tha, apni marzi se khushi dena chahti thi. Trupti ki hawas ab pyaar aur dominance mein badal rahi thi.
Usne stroke karna chhod diya aur aage ki taraf jhuki. Usne Abhay ke us vishal, garm lund ko apne dono 38-inch ke nange, doodhiya boobs ke theek beecho-beech set kiya. Phir usne dono haathon se apne dono boobs ko baahar se kaskar daba liya, jisse Abhay ka sakht lund un do gudaaz pahaadon ki gahri, garm khaan (cleavage) mein poori tarah qaid ho gaya.
Abhay ne jab apni aankhein kholi aur ye qatilana nazara dekha, toh uska dimaag hi sunn pad gaya. Ek 42 saal ki maansal, bhari jism wali aurat uske lund ko apni dono chuchiyon ke beech daba kar khila rahi thi. Trupti ke naram maans ka wo zabardast grip jaise hi lund par pada, Abhay ko ek alag hi duniya ka satisfaction mila.
"Ahhhhh... mmmhhhh... ohhhh my God Trupti... fuck!" Abhay buri tarah machal utha aur usne bedsheet ko dono haathon se noch liya.
Trupti ne muskurate hue apne boobs ko aage-peeche, upar-neeche karke Abhay ke lund par tezi se ragadna (boob fuck) shuru kar diya. Uske paseene se bheege, garm boobs ke beech lund aage-peeche phisal raha tha. Trupti ki chhatiyan ragad kha kar aur bhi laal aur garm ho rahi thin, aur Abhay us masti mein poori tarah pagal ho chuka tha.
Kuch hi seconds ke baad, Abhay ka sabar jawab dene laga. Ye ahsaas itna teevra tha ki wo aur bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha. Usne achanak Trupti ko bed par sidha apne ghutnon (knees) par bitha diya aur khud uske theek samne uth kar baith gaya.



Abhay ne apne dono mazboot haathon se Trupti ke sar ke peeche baalon ko pakda aur use thoda aage kheencha. Usne dobara Trupti ke dono bhari boobs ko ikhatta karke, apne tanaav se phatne wale lund ke chaaron taraf kaskar daba liya. Aur phir, Abhay ne khud hi poori mardana taqat aur bhari speed ke saath Trupti ki chhatiyon ke beech apne dhakke (thrusts) maarne shuru kar diye.

"Slap... Slap... Slap..." Trupti ke boobs par lund ke takrane aur ragadne ki aawaazein kamre ki deewaron ko garm kar rahi thin.
Trupti apni aankhein band kiye, haanfte hue is be-rahm ragad ko bardaasht kar rahi thi. "Ohhh... Abhay... ahhhh..."
"Ahhhh... Trupti... main... main nikalne wala hoon! Main aa raha hoon!" Abhay ki saansein ukhadne lagin. Uska lund ab aag ugalne ke liye poori tarah taiyaar tha.
Aakhri aur sabse zor ka dhakka maarte hi, Abhay ka lund Trupti ke boobs ke theek beech mein buri tarah ainthne aur jhatke khane laga.
"Aahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Abhay ne ek mardana dahad maari aur uske laal-surkh tope se garm, gaadhe (thick) aur chipchipe veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan chhootne lagin.
"Pichhhh... pichhhhh..."
Garm cum ki moti-moti safed dhaarein seedha Trupti ke gore chehre, uske adhe khule hothon, uski naak, uski band aankhon aur uske bhari, paseene se bheege boobs par aakar girin. Trupti ka poora aage ka hissa Abhay ki us mardana 'cream' se bhar gaya tha. Wo garm paani uski gardan se beh kar uski cleavage tak ja raha tha.
Abhay buri tarah haanfte hue peeche hata aur usne ek lambi saans li. Trupti ne dheere-dheere apni nasheeli aankhein kholi. Uska poora chehra cum se sana hua tha, aur uski chhatiyon par Abhay ki thakan ka saboot chipak gaya tha




Dono ne ek doosre ki chappi aur gandi halat mein dekha, aur achanak hi zor-zor se has pade (laughed). Mahol se saara darr, saari tension gayab ho chuki thi. Trupti ne aage badh kar bina kisi jhijhak ke, apne cum se sane hue raseele hothon se Abhay ke hothon par ek bohot hi pyara, par gehra kiss kar diya.

Us pyare aur madhosh kiss ke baad, thakaan se choor hokar dono wahi bed par ek doosre ki baahon mein let gaye. Trupti ne halke se tissue se apna chehra saaf kiya aur Abhay ki chaudi, garm chhati par apna sar tika diya. Abhay ne apne dono mazboot haath uske nange, gudaaz kandhon par lapet liye aur use poori tarah apni baahon mein qaid kar liya.
"Tum khush ho, Abhay?" Trupti ne aahista se uske seene ke baalon se khelte hue pucha.
Abhay ne ek gehri, sukoon bhari saans li aur Trupti ke nange maathe ko bohot pyaar se chooma. "Bohot zyada jaan... itna ki main tumhe lafzon mein bata nahi sakta. I love you, Trupti."
Trupti ek pal ke liye thithak gayi. Usne apni badi-badi aankhon se Abhay ko dekha. Wo jaanti thi ki Abhay uske husn ka deewana tha, uske jism ko paane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta tha... par 'I love you'? Ek 42 saal ki aurat ko ek 21 saal ke jawan ladke se itna gehra aur sacha izhaar sunne ki umeed nahi thi. In teen shabdon ne uske seene mein dabi us aurat ko poori tarah pighla diya jo zindagi bhar sachi mohabbat aur mard ki attention ke liye tadapti aayi thi. Uska dil pyaar se bhar gaya.

Usne ek behad pyari, sharmili muskaan ke saath wapas apna sar Abhay ke garm seene par rakh diya, uski tej dhadkan ko sunte hue dheere se boli, "Me too, Abhay... I love you too."

Ye sunte hi Abhay ka seena khushi aur garv (pride) se chauda ho gaya. Usne Trupti ko aur kaskar apne aage daba liya. Aaj usne na sirf college ki sabse hot aur khoobsurat aurat ka jism jeeta tha, balki usne us ladki ka dil poori tarah se apna bana liya tha jiske liye wo pehle din se pagal tha. Us khubsoorat aur hawas bhari raat mein, dono nange jism ek doosre ki baahon mein lipt kar ek gehri, sukoon bhari neend so gaye.

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Bhai kuch update pehele to rahul ka lund sabse bada tha ?

Tab tak usne abhay ka lund nhi dekha tha, ye first time hae

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Raat ke kareeb teen baj chuke the. Goa ke us aalishan villa mein ab ek bhayanak, thaka hua sannata chha gaya tha. Samandar ki lehron ke shor ke beech, alag-alag kamron se aane wali madhosh siskaiyan aur bistar ke bajne ki aawaazein ab poori tarah shant ho chuki thin. Har koi apne jism ki aag ko bujha kar, thakaan aur nashe mein choor hokar gehri neend so raha tha.
Upper floor ke ek kamre mein, Trupti Abhay ke chaude seene par apna sar rakh kar, uski baahon mein simat kar duniya ki sabse sukoon bhari neend le rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki si muskaan thi—us azaadi aur sachi mohabbat ki muskaan jo usne aaj raat mehsoos ki thi.
Par theek usi waqt, neeche ground floor ke ek kamre mein, kisi ki aankhein andhere mein kisi shikaari bhediye (wolf) ki tarah chamak rahi thin.
Ye Rahul tha.
Bagal wale bed par Sahil munh khol kar kharraate le raha tha, par Rahul ki aankhon mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha. Uska dimaag gusse, be-panah jalan aur ek bhayanak incestuous hawas se kisi pressure cooker ki tarah ubal raha tha. 'Meri Maa... jiske jism ko main apna shikaar samajhta tha, aaj wo Abhay ki godh mein Sati-Savitri se ek poori randi ban gayi,' Rahul ne apne daanton ko itni zor se kaskataya ki aawaaz aayi. Usne apna haath apne dark grey underwear par rakha, jahan uska lund is jalan ki aag mein abhi bhi lohe ki tarah tana hua tha.
Par Rahul ek aam, gusse mein aakar bewakoofi karne wala ladka nahi tha. Wo ek mastermind tha. Wo jaanta tha ki agar usne abhi koi tamasha kiya, toh Trupti usse hamesha ke liye door ho jayegi. Use Trupti ko wapas paana tha—ek Maa ki tarah nahi, balki apni ek private, submissive gulam (slave) ki tarah. Aur iske liye, use apne raaste ke sabse bade kaante, Abhay, ko hamesha ke liye ukhad kar phekna tha.
Rahul aahista se apne bistar se utha. Usne ek black t-shirt pehni aur dabe paaon kamre se bahar nikal aaya.
Villa ka bada sa living room andhere mein dooba tha. Raat ki party ka kachra, khaali bottles aur chashme idhar-udhar bikhre the. Rahul ki baaz jaisi nazrein theek us wall cabinet (locker area) par jaakar rukin, jahan sabne apne ahem saamaan aur bags rakhe the. Nashe aur jaldi-baazi mein, Abhay ne apne backpack ki chain poori tarah band nahi ki thi.
Rahul dabe paaon us cabinet ke paas pahuncha. Usne aahista se Abhay ka bag khola aur usme se uska sleek, silver Apple MacBook bahar nikaal liya.
Rahul is raat ka kabse intezaar kar raha tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke is laptop mein ek aisi cheez chhipi hai jo kisi ki bhi zindagi barbaad kar sakti hai. Election ke time par jab unhone Vikki ko nanga karke bhagaya tha, tab Abhay ne insurance ke taur par Vikki ka ek aur bhayanak video apne paas save kar liya tha. Ye video Vikki ke nange daudne ka nahi tha... balki ye ek aisa video tha jisme 'Macho' aur gunda banne wala Vikki, nashe ki halat mein ek male gigolo (ladke) ke saath compromising aur behad gandi position mein tha. Vikki jaisi political aur ghamandi family (jiske pita ek dabang MLA the) ke liye, unke bete ka gay/bisexual angle unki izzat ka janaza nikalne ke liye kaafi tha.
Rahul ne laptop ko living room ke ek andhere kone mein rakha aur screen on ki. Password prompt samne aaya.
Rahul ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan tair gayi. Usne trip ke pehle din hi, ek group photo upload karte waqt Abhay ko casually apna password type karte hue dekh liya tha. Rahul ne keyboard par tezi se ungliyan chalayi— 'Tru@Progress21' —aur Click! Laptop unlock ho gaya. Abhay ne apna password bhi Trupti aur apni party ke naam par rakha tha, jo Rahul ke gusse ko aur bhadka gaya.
"Bada aashiq banta hai tu Abhay," Rahul ne andhere mein fusfusate hue kaha. "Aaj teri yahi aashiqui teri qabr khodegi."
Rahul ne jaldi se files search ki. D: Drive ke ek hidden folder mein use wo file mil gayi—'V_Backup.mp4'. Rahul ne us file par click kiya aur use mute par play kiya.
Screen par Vikki ki wo sharmnaak aur ghinoni halat dekh kar Rahul ka seena ghamand se chauda ho gaya. Ye ek aisi maut thi jo Vikki ko jeete-ji maar dalti. Rahul ne turant apni pocket se ek encrypted USB pendrive nikaali aur laptop mein insert ki. Usne do minute ke andar wo poori file apni pendrive mein copy kar li.
Par Rahul ka plan sirf is video ko churana nahi tha. Use Abhay ko is tarah fasaana tha ki Abhay ke paas bachne ka koi raasta na bache.
Rahul ne laptop ka Wi-Fi connect kiya aur browser open kiya. Usne Dark Web ke tor browser aur ek VPN ka istemaal karke, ek temporary, anonymous email id create ki. Par usne jaan-bhoojh kar is account ko banate waqt Abhay ke laptop ka IP address aur MAC address ki digital footprints (traces) waise hi chhod di. Usne browser ki history ko delete kiya, par aisi jagah deep system logs mein kuch aisi files chhod di jo koi basic cyber expert check kare toh seedha Abhay ki taraf ishara karein. Usne us fake account mein video ko draft mein save kar diya.
Sab kuch karne ke baad, Rahul ne pendrive nikaali aur laptop ko waise hi band karke chup-chap Abhay ke bag mein wapas rakh diya. Usne apni t-shirt ke sleeve se laptop par pade apne fingerprints bhi saaf kar diye.
Kaam poori safaai se ho chuka tha.
Rahul living room ki badi glass window ke paas aakar khada ho gaya. Bahar samandar ki lehrein takra rahi thin. Usne apni jeb mein padi us thandi pendrive ko apni mutthi mein kaskar daba liya. Uske dimaag mein uska aage ka 'Masterplan' kisi movie ki tarah chalne laga.
"Main is bomb ko abhi nahi phodunga," Rahul ne khud se muskurate hue kaha. "Abhi toh vacation shuru hui hai. Trupti ko Abhay ke saath ye pyaar bhare din jeene dunga. Use aadat lagne dunga is khushi ki. Use lagne dunga ki uski life perfect ho chuki hai."
Rahul ka dimaag kitna zehreela tha, ye uski aage ki soch bata rahi thi.
"Jaise hi vacation khatam hogi aur college khulega... theek pehle din, main is video ko poore college forum aur social media par leak kar dunga. Saath mein Vikki ke MLA baap ko tag karunga. Video viral hoga, bhayanak aag lagegi. Vikki ki family izzat bachane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jayegi. Cyber security officer investigation karegi... aur saare saboot, saare digital traces kahan point karenge? Seedha humare College CR aur naye neta—Abhay Pratap Singh par!"
Rahul ki aankhein fati ki fati thin aur wo nashe mein dooba hua apna aage ka vision dekh raha tha.
"MLA ka pressure itna bhayanak hoga ki college management Abhay ko nikal bahar karegi. security officer use utha legi. Aur sabse mazedar baat... Abhay kahan se kahan tak Trupti ka naam aane nahi dega. Wo 'Mahan Aashiq' ban kar, apne doston aur Trupti ki izzat bachane ke liye saara ilzaam apne sar le lega! Uska hero banna hi uski aukaat mitti mein mila dega. Vikki wahan se barbaad... Abhay college se aur Trupti ki zindagi se expel!"
Rahul ne ek lambi, atma-sंतुष्टि (self-satisfied) se bhari saans li.
"Aur jab Abhay chala jayega... tab Trupti poori tarah akeli ho jayegi. Toot jayegi. Wo apni is chheen li gayi mohabbat ke gam mein royegi... aur uske aansu pochna kiska kaam hoga? Uske pyare, understanding aur supportive bete ka—Mera."
Rahul ne sheeshe mein apne aks (reflection) ko dekha.
"Tab main uske paas jaunga. Use support dunga. Uske akelepan ko door karunga. Lekin is baar ek bete ki tarah nahi, ek mard ki tarah. Main us Sati-Savitri aurat ke andar ki 'College Girl' ka wo haal karunga, jiske baad wo kisi aur mard ki taraf dekhna toh door, sochne se bhi kaanpegi. Uski gaand aur uske boobs sirf mere lund ki property ban kar rahenge. Game over, Abhay... Game over!"
Rahul ne muskurate hue apna haath window se hataya aur wapas dabe paaon apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya.
Upar kamre mein soti hui Trupti ko is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis bete ko wo apna sabse bada sahaara aur dost samajh rahi thi, wahi beta uski zindagi, uske naye pyaar aur uski azaadi ka janaza nikalne ka poora intezam kar chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri raat ne aane wale toofan ki buniyaad rakh di thi, aur ab bas vacation khatam hone ka intezaar tha.

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Goa ki us aag laga dene wali, wild raat ke baad jab agli subah suraj nikla, toh villa ka nazara kisi toofan ke guzar jaane ke baad ki shanti jaisa tha. Har koi hangover aur raat bhar ki thakaan se choor tha. Par is thakaan mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur nasheeli khumari bhi thi.

Trupti jab apne kamre se bahar aayi, toh uske chehre par ek alag hi 'post-sex glow' tha. Usne ek dhili-dhali, floral beach maxi dress pehni hui thi, jo hawa mein lehra rahi thi. Raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki be-raham ragad, uske doodhiya boobs par Abhay ke hothon ke nishaan, aur uski chhuttiyon ka aakhri nasha uske jism ke por-por se jhalak raha tha. Usne apne baalon ko khula rakha tha taaki uski gardan aur collarbone par Abhay ne jo gehri laal aur neeli 'love bites' (hickeys) di thin, unhe chhupa sake. Par uske chalne mein aayi wo halki si lachak aur dard saaf bata raha tha ki raat ko uski kya haalat ki gayi thi.
Abhay theek uske piche-piche kitchen area mein aaya. Uska seena chauda tha aur uski aankhon mein ek vijeta (winner) wala ghamand tha. Aate hi usne poore haq se apne dono majboot haath Trupti ki patli kamar par lapet diye aur uski nangi gardan ke paas apna chehra ghusa kar ek gehra kiss (smooch) kar diya.


"Good morning, meri jaan..." Abhay ne fusfusate hue kaha. Trupti ne sharma kar apni aankhein band kar lin aur halke se uske seene par lagg gayi.
Theek usi waqt, kitchen island ke doosre kone par Rahul khada black coffee pee raha tha. Usne ye saara nazara apni aankhon se dekha. Uski Sati-Savitri Maa, jiske jism ko wo apni private jagir samajhta tha, aaj kisi aur mard ki baahon mein pighal rahi thi. Rahul ke dimaag mein kal raat ki wo saari details ghoomne lagin—kaise Trupti ne squirting ki thi, kaise uske chehre aur boobs par Abhay ka veerya (cum) gira tha. Rahul ka khoon ubal raha tha. Uski mutthi itni zor se kassi hui thi ki coffee mug tootne ki kagaar par tha. Par usne apne chehre par wahi shant, masoom aur cool mask pehan rakha tha. Raat ko Abhay ke laptop se churaya gaya Vikki ka blackmail video uski jeb mein padi pendrive mein tha. Use pata tha ki Abhay ki ye khushi chand dinon ki mehmaan hai.
Thodi der mein Pranay aur Shital bhi room se bahar aaye. Dono thode awkward zaroor lag rahe the, par unke chehron par raat ke hookup ki thakaan saaf thi. Sabse aakhir mein Kriti bahar aayi. Wo buri tarah hungover thi, par uski aankhein khulte hi seedha Rahul ke nange, muscular chest par jaakar tik gayin. Truth or Dare game mein Rahul ki godh par lap dance dene ke baad se hi Kriti ke andar Rahul ko paane ki aag bhadak chuki thi.
"Guys," Rahul ne apna coffee mug rakhte hue ek bohot hi casual aur energetic aawaz mein kaha, "Aaj shaam ki humari flight hai. Kyun na flight se pehle is hangover ko utaarne ke liye beach par ek aakhri chill session kiya jaye? No heavy games, bas thoda paani, thodi dhup aur relax."
Group ne turant haami bhar di. Goa ki is 'no rules' vacation energy ko koi itni jaldi chhodna nahi chahta tha.
Sab log beach par jaane ki tayari karne lage. Trupti ne Rahul ko akele dekha toh uske andar ki 'Maa' thodi si bechain ho gayi. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul uske aur Abhay ke romance ko dekh kar andar hi andar hurt ho raha hoga (fake breakup ki wajah se). Trupti dabe paaon Rahul ke paas aayi aur uske baazu par bohot hi naram, maternal tareeqe se apna haath rakha.
"Rahul..." Trupti ne aawaz ko dheema rakhte hue, aas-paas dekh kar ek maa aur ek dost dono ke tone mein kaha. "Aaj ka din poore maze se enjoy karna. Puraani baaton ko ya mujhe Abhay ke saath dekh kar apne dimaag par bojh mat dalna. Tu khush rahega, toh mujhe sach mein bohot acha lagega. Move on, and find some fun for yourself."
Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski Maa kitni bholi thi, jo us shaitaan ko humdardi dikha rahi thi jo uski barbaadi ka poora jaal bun chuka tha.
"Don't worry, Trupti," Rahul ne behad sweet aur reassuring muskaan dete hue kaha. "Main bilkul theek hoon. Kriti is good company, main apne liye fun dhoondh lunga. Tum bas apni life enjoy karo."
Trupti ko ye sun kar itna sukoon mila ki usne halke se Rahul ka gaal thapthapaya aur khushi-khushi Abhay ke paas chali gayi. Uski aakhri tension bhi ab khatam ho gayi thi.
Thodi der baad, poora group samandar ke kinare safed rait par tha. Halki-phulki beach volleyball chal rahi thi. Hawa mein namkeen mehak thi. Kriti ne aaj ek behad choti si neon pink bikini pehni thi aur wo lagataar Rahul ke aas-paas mandra rahi thi.
Volleyball ke beech jab Rahul thak kar rait par baitha, toh Kriti turant uske peeche aa gayi. Uske haath mein sunscreen ki bottle thi. Bina pooche, Kriti ne apne dono haath Rahul ki chaudi peeth par rakhe aur cream malna shuru kar diya.
"Tumhare muscles bohot tight hain Rahul..." Kriti ne jaan-bhoojh kar apne nange boobs Rahul ki peeth se ragadte hue kaha. Phir wo thoda aage khiski aur apne honth Rahul ke kaan ke bilkul kareeb laakar fusfusayi, "Kal raat mere lap dance ke waqt... tumhara wo tent bohot tight tha. Main mehsoos kar sakti thi ki tum kitne hard the... Kya aaj flight se pehle... bina kapdon ke us dance ka ek repeat chahiye?"


Rahul ne Kriti ki aawaz mein wo bechaini aur bhookh saaf sun li thi. Usne ek pal ke liye samne dekha, jahan Trupti paani ke kinare Abhay ke hothon par kiss kar rahi thi. Rahul ke andar ki aag aur jalan achanak hawas mein badal gayi.
'Maa toh wahan Abhay ki randi bani hui hai,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue apne dimaag mein socha. 'Meri ye aag mujhe jala rahi hai. Aur ye Kriti khud mere lund ke liye tadap rahi hai. Is Kriti ko chod kar meri bhadas bhi nikal jayegi, aur Abhay ko bhi lagega ki main aage badh chuka hoon. Abhay ka ego aur hawa mein udegai ki usne mujhe hara diya, jabki use pata hi nahi ki uska game pehle hi over ho chuka hai.'
Rahul ne palat kar Kriti ki aankhon mein dekha, uske hothon par ek be-rahm, hawasi muskaan thi. Usne halke se Kriti ki nangi, chikni jaangh par apna haath rakha aur daba diya. "I'd love that, Kriti. Dopehar mein room par milte hain." Kriti ka chehra khushi aur hawas se khil utha. Uski panty wahi beach par gili hone lagi thi.
Udhar, volleyball ab mini-dares mein badal chuki thi. Jo point haarta, use choti-moti saza (punishment) milti. Khel-khel mein Abhay ne ek easy shot miss kar diya.
"Out! Point humara!" Sahil aur Pranay josh mein chillaye. "Abhay haara hai, iski saza milegi!"
Dono haste hue Abhay par jhapte. Abhay bhi has raha tha aur unse chhutne ki koshish kar raha tha, par Sahil ne peeche se use pakad liya. Pranay ne paas hi padi ek lambi beach sarong (towel) uthayi aur Abhay ke dono mazboot haathon ko uski peeth ke peeche kaskar baandh (bound) diya.
"Acha beta! Chhodunga nahi tum dono ko main," Abhay has raha tha. Uske baandhe jane par uske biceps aur chest ke muscles buri tarah strain (tan) kar rahe the. Ye nazara ek ajeeb sa erotic tease ban gaya tha. Ek tagda, alpha male unke saamne bebas khada tha, jiske haath piche bandhe the.
"Is saza mein thoda aur spice daalte hain," Pranay ne shaitani hansi haste hue kaha. "Kyun na iska swimming trunk bhi nikaal dein? Trupti bhabhi ke theek saamne iska nanga pradarshan karte hain!"
Sab log zor-zor se hasne lage. Abhay ne thoda ghabrate hue, par maje mein apne haath chhudane ki koshish ki.
Par theek usi waqt, Trupti ke andar ki protective aur dominant girlfriend bahar aa gayi. Wo apni floral dress mein matakti hui aage aayi. Uski aankhon mein ek pyaar bhara gussa tha.
"Arre no! Bohot ho gaya tumhara teasing," Trupti ne Pranay aur Sahil ko peeche dhakelte hue Abhay ke saamne aakar protective shield ki tarah khadi ho gayi. "He is my boyfriend now. Isko pareshan karna band karo tum log, samjhe?"
Trupti ki is bebaak aur poore haq wali aawaz ne sabko ekdum shant kar diya, par unke chehron par badi si muskaan thi. Trupti aage badhi aur usne behad naram haathon se Abhay ke piche bandhi us towel ki gaath (knot) ko khol diya. Abhay ke haath jaise hi azaad hue, usne turant Trupti ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uski aankhon mein ek mardana garv (pride) aur behisab possessiveness jhalak rahi thi—uske ego ko is baat se aasmaan mil gaya tha ki uski bandi sabke saamne use defend kar rahi hai.


Trupti ne halke se Abhay ke garm, laal ho chuke kalaiyon (wrists) par apne naram hothon se ek kiss kiya.
Kiss karte waqt, Trupti ki nazrein galti se ghoom kar theek door baithe Rahul par ja padi. Uska 'Maa' wala dil ek pal ke liye thithka—kya Rahul is public display se hurt hua hoga?
Par Rahul ne wahan baithe-baithe, Kriti ko apni baahon mein lapete hue, Trupti ko ek bohot hi casual aur khushnuma thumbs-up diya. Uski aankhon mein koi dard nahi, balki ek azaadi thi.
Ye dekh kar Trupti ke dil ki aakhri fikar bhi hawa ho gayi. Usne ek sukoon bhari aur chahakti hui muskaan Rahul ko wapas di aur poori tarah Abhay ki baahon mein simat gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ko kaskar chooma, uska mardana ego is waqt aasmaan par tha. Wo is baat se poori tarah anjaan tha ki Rahul ka wo thumbs-up uski khushi ke liye nahi, balki us (Abhay) ke aane wale bhayanak vinaash ka countdown tha. Beach ki is garm dhoop aur rait ke beech, jahan ek taraf Trupti apni nayi jawani aur pyaar ka jashn mana rahi thi, wahin doosri taraf Rahul Kriti ke jism ko nochne ki tayari ke saath apne mastermind khel ka agla panna khol chuka tha. Goa ki aakhri dopehar mein hawas aur dhokhe ka poora jaal bichh chuka tha.


Beach ki dhoop ab thodi narm padne lagi thi, par hawa mein hawas ki garmi apne charam par thi. Jab volleyball aur beach-games khatam hue, toh poora group thakaan aur sharirik khinchav ke maare alag-alag dishaon mein bikhar gaya. Pranay aur Shital ek doosre ke gale mein baahein daale samandar ki gehri lehron ki taraf nikal gaye, aur Abhay—apne mardana ego ke nashe mein choor—Trupti ki patli kamar ko kaskar pakde hue, door beach par ek lambi romantic walk ke liye le gaya.
Kriti ne dekha ki maidaan saaf hai. Usne Rahul ka haath kaskar pakda aur use kisi bahaane se un badi-badi chattanon (rock formations) ki taraf kheencha jo beach ke ek sunsaan kone mein thin. Rahul, jiske dimaag mein abhi bhi Trupti ke nange jism aur Abhay ke us 'bound wrists' wale nazaare ki aag lag rahi thi, wo bina kuch bole Kriti ke peeche chal diya. Use apni bhadaas nikaalne ke liye ek jism chahiye tha, aur Kriti is waqt ek tapti hui dawat ki tarah uske saamne thi.
Chattanon ke peeche pahunchte hi, jahan samandar ki lehron ka shor baaki duniya ki aawaaz ko daba deta tha, Kriti ne Rahul ko ek jhatke se deewar (rock) se sata diya. Usne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Rahul ke gile, muscular seene par apne dono haath rakhe aur uski aankhon mein hawas bhari nazron se dekha.
"Tum jaante ho main kal raat se kitni bechain hoon..." Kriti ne haanfte hue, Rahul ke kaan ke paas fusfusaya. "Wo lap dance toh sirf ek trailer tha... Aaj mujhe waisa hi chod do jaise tum kal raat mujhe dekh kar tadap rahe the. I want you inside me, Rahul. Right now."
Rahul ke andar ka shaitaan jaag utha. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur use ghumakar chattano se laga diya. Usne Kriti ke raseele hothon ko be-rahmi se choomna shuru kiya. Ye kiss pyaar wala nahi tha, ye ek wehshi (wild) bhookh thi. Rahul ki jeebh Kriti ke muh ko buri tarah raund rahi thi. Kriti siskariyan le rahi thi, uske haath Rahul ke baalon mein kase hue the.
Rahul ne kiss toda aur apna sar Kriti ke neon pink bikini top ki taraf jhukaya. "Bahut bol rahi thi na... dikhao toh sahi kya chhupa rakha hai is pink kapde mein," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.
Usne bikini ki strings ko jhatke se dhila kiya aur us pink kapde ko ek taraf hata diya. Kriti ke nange boobs hawa mein azaad ho gaye. Halanki uske boobs Trupti ki tarah 38-inch ke bhari aur maansal nahi the, par wo 34-inch ke kase hue, gudaaz aur ekdum tanne hue the. Samandar ki thandi hawa lagte hi Kriti ke nipples buri tarah akad kar do kaale motiyon ki tarah bahar nikal aaye the. Rahul ne un nange pahaadon ko ghoora aur uske lund mein ek jordaar jhatka laga.


"Ahhh... sssssss..." Kriti ne apni peeth chattano se sata di jab Rahul ne uske ek boob ko apne chaude panje mein bhar kar zor se masal diya. Rahul ne doosra boob apne muh mein bhar liya aur use kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah choosne (sucking) laga. Wo Kriti ke nipple ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaat raha tha, jaise wo apna saara gussa us naram maans par nikaal raha ho. Kriti madhosh hokar siskaiyan le rahi thi, "Ohhh Rahul... mmmmhhh... aur zor se... yes!"
Rahul ke haath Kriti ki gori jaanghon aur uske bikini bottoms ke andar ghoom rahe the. Uska lund uski swimming trunks ko faadne ke liye betaab tha. Usne Kriti ko thoda peeche dhakela aur khud chattano par baith gaya.
Kriti uski bhookh samajh gayi thi. Wo bina kahe rait par apne ghutno ke bal (on her knees) baith gayi. Rahul ne apne trunks neeche kiye aur uska 6-inch lamba aur lohe jaisa sakht lund jhatke se bahar nikal kar Kriti ke chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya. Lund ka topa pre-cum se chamak raha tha.
Kriti ne ek baar Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur phir apna muh poori tarah khol kar us garam hathiyar ko apne hothon mein dabo liya.


"Gluck... gluck... slurp... slurp..."
Samandar ki lehron ka shor Kriti ki chusne ki gandi aawaazon ke saath mil gaya tha. Kriti ek pro ki tarah Rahul ke lund ko apne gale tak utaar rahi thi. Wo apne gaalon ko pitchka kar vacuum bana rahi thi aur zor-zor se suck kar rahi thi. Rahul ne apne haath Kriti ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uske sar ko aage-piche karne laga (sloppy blowjob). Rahul ko is gandi chusaayi mein Trupti ki yaad aa rahi thi—kaise uski Maa kisi aur ki godh mein baithi thi—aur wo apna saara badla Kriti ke muh mein apne lund ke jhatkon se le raha tha.
Kriti ne lund bahar nikaala aur uske tope ko apni jeebh se chaatne lagi, "Maza aa raha hai na? Aaj main tumhe poora kha jaungi..." Usne phir se poora lund muh mein liya aur tezi se strokes dene lagi. Rahul ki saansein ukhadne lagi thin, uska lund itna garam ho chuka tha ki wo kabhi bhi phat sakta tha.
Par Rahul ko sirf blowjob se sabra nahi tha. Use jism ki garmi chahiye thi. Usne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use oopar uthaya. Kriti haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par Rahul ki laar aur pre-cum chamak raha tha.


"Bahut hua nakhra... ab asli maza dikhata hoon tujhe," Rahul ne use palat kar chattano ke sahare ghodi (doggy style) banne ka ishara kiya. Kriti ne ek shaitani muskaan di aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand hawa mein utha di.


Vacation ki ye aakhri dopehar ab ek behad gande aur fast-paced quicky mein badalne wali thi. Rahul ne Kriti ki gaand ke dono kulhon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uski gili, garam yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Flight se pehle ka ye 'last trip' ab Goa ke un sunsaan pattharon ke peeche jismon ki bhayanak takkar ka gawah banne wala tha.

Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko pakad kar use niche se upar kheencha. Kriti ke hothon par Rahul ke lund ki laar chamak rahi thi aur uski aankhon mein hawas ka nasha poori tarah utar aaya tha. Rahul ne use bina ek pal diye ghumaya aur chattanon (rocks) ki ek unchi satah par use aage ki taraf jhuka diya.
"Uff... Rahul... yes!" Kriti ne apne dono haath thandi chattan par tikaye aur apni nangi, gudaaz gaand ko hawa mein piche ki taraf nikaal diya.

Rahul uske theek piche khada ho gaya. Neon pink bikini bottom uski gori gaand ke maansal hisse ko poori tarah nahi dhak pa raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki samandar ke paani aur uski khud ki hawas ki wajah se Kriti ki panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur uske chuttaron (buttocks) ke beecho-beech chipak gayi thi. Us geeli panty ke aar-paar Kriti ki yoni (pussy) ka ubhaar aur uske hothon ki outline saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rahul ne ek be-rahm muskaan di aur apna bhari, garm panja hawa mein uthakar Kriti ki nangi gaand par zor se de maara.
CHHA-TAAK!
"Ahhhhhhh! Rahul... ssssss!" Kriti ke muh se ek dard aur maze bhari cheekh nikal gayi. Uske gore kulhe par Rahul ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan ubhar aaye.
Rahul ne bina der kiye, uski geeli panty ko ek taraf kheencha aur apne tanaav se phatne wale 6-inch lund ko seedha uski garam aur liplipi yoni ke darwaze par tika diya. Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apni kamar ko ek jordaar jhatka diya aur poora lund ek hi baar mein Kriti ke andar utaar diya.
"Oohhhhhh my Godddd! Sssssssssss!" Kriti ki aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin aur usne chattan ko kaskar pakad liya.
Rahul ne ruka nahi. Usne Kriti ki patli kamar ko dono haathon se dabocha aur be-intehaan taqat se use chodna (thrusting) shuru kar diya.


Thap... Thap... Thap... Slap... Slap...
Har dhakke ke saath Kriti ka jism aage-piche ho raha tha aur uska maansal badan Rahul ki janghon se takra kar ek gandi aawaaz paida kar raha tha. Rahul is waqt kisi junoon mein tha. Har jhatke ke saath uske dimaag mein Trupti aur Abhay ka nasha ghoom raha tha. 'Tu wahan Abhay se khud ko chudwa rahi hai na Maa?' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue socha. 'Toh dekh... main yahan is Kriti ko teri yaad mein noch raha hoon. Mujhe yahi chahiye tha... koi aisa jism jise main be-rahmi se ragad sakun jab tak ki main tujhe wapas hasil na kar loon.'
"Ahhh... Rahul... aur zor se... faad do mujhe... yes... harder!" Kriti pagal ho rahi thi. Rahul ki mardana taqat aur uski roughness use jannat dikha rahi thi.
Rahul ne Kriti ke baal peeche se kheenchi aur uski nangi peeth par apne naakhun gada diye. Wo use kisi janwar ki tarah raund raha tha. Kriti ki yoni se nikalne wala chipchipa ras Rahul ke lund ki shaft par phisal raha tha, jisse har dhakka aur bhi zyada gehra aur silsilati aawaaz ke saath andar ja raha tha.
"Mmmhhhh... Rahul... main... main jhadne wali hoon... please... don't stop!" Kriti ki saansein ukhadne lagin.
Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Kriti apne climax ke bohot kareeb hai. Usne apni speed aur tez kar di aur apna ek haath aage badha kar Kriti ki taangon ke beech uski clitoris (clit) ko ungliyon se buri tarah ragadne laga. Is double attack ne Kriti ka dimaag sunn kar diya.


"Aahhhhhhhhhh! Rahullll!" Kriti ka poora jism buri tarah thar-thara gaya (shivering). Uski yoni ki deewaron ne Rahul ke lund ko kaskar jhakad liya aur usne apna saara garm paani Rahul ke lund par chhod diya.
Kriti ke orgasm ne Rahul ki bachi-kuchi bardaasht bhi khatam kar di. Rahul ki kamar akad gayi aur usne teen-chaar behad gehrayi tak jaane wale jordaar dhakke maare.
"Ahhhhhhh... fuckkkk!" Rahul ne gurrate hue apna lund aakhri second mein Kriti ke andar se bahar nikaala aur garm veerya (cum) ki moti pichkariyan Kriti ki gori aur laal ho chuki gaand (ass) par chhodne laga.
Pich... pich... pich...
Safed, gaadha cum Kriti ke chuttaron par behta hua niche rait par girne laga. Rahul haanfte hue Kriti ke upar hi jhuk gaya, uska paseena Kriti ki nangi peeth par tapak raha tha. Dono ki dhadkanein samandar ki lehron se bhi tez thin.
Kuch der wahi sannate mein bitane ke baad, Rahul ne apne trunks upar kiye. Kriti ne aahista se apni bikhri hui bikini theek ki aur palat kar Rahul ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek behad santusht aur nashiili muskaan thi. Usne ek halki si hansi (giggle) di aur Rahul ke gaal par ek geela kiss kiya.
"Best vacation ending ever, Rahul," Kriti ne aankh maarte hue kaha. "Humne toh Goa ki rait ko bhi garm kar diya."
Rahul ne bhi ek halki muskaan di, par uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak ab wapas aa chuki thi. Uska jism shant ho chuka tha, par uska dimaag ab wapas apne asli mission par tha.
"Chalo, ab wapas group ke paas chalte hain," Rahul ne kaha. "Flight ka time ho raha hai... aur college khulte hi ek naya khel shuru karna hai."
Dono chattanon se bahar nikle, bilkul aise jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Door se Trupti ne unhe aate dekha toh usne ek sukoon bhari muskaan di. Use laga ki uska beta 'move on' kar raha hai aur khush hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne abhi-abhi Kriti ke jism par apna gussa utara hai taaki wo Trupti ki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye apne control mein lane ka aakhri aur sabse bhayanak jaal bun sake. Goa ki ye aakhri dopehar khatam ho chuki thi, aur ab baari thi college ki... jahan Abhay ka vinaash aur Trupti ki 'Maa' wali image ka aakhri janaza nikalne wala tha.

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Goa ki us aakhri dophar  villa ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si bhari thakaan aur dabe hue jazbaaton ka mel tha. Sab log apne bags pack kar chuke the, par dimaag abhi bhi un bheege hue bistaron aur rait par beeti un nangi raaton mein atka hua tha. Trupti kitchen mein khadi aakhri baar sabke liye coffee bana rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aur hothon par halki si sujan thi—raat bhar Abhay ke lund ki garmi aur uske be-rahama chumbanon ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha.

Tabhi Abhay dabe paaon kitchen mein dakhil hua. Usne dekha ki Trupti akele hai, toh usne turant peeche se aakar uski 28-inch ki patli kamar ko kaskar apni baahon mein bhar liya.



 Trupti ke jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ki jeans ke andar uska hathiyar abhi se sakht hone laga hai. Abhay ne Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda, wahan jahan usne raat ko gehri neeli hickey chhodi thi.
"I love you, Trupti," Abhay ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya, uski aawaz hawas aur mohabbat se bhari thi. "Main soch bhi nahi sakta ki kal se tum mere saath nahi hogi."
Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ke gale mein baahein daal din. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—ek 21 saal ka jawan mard uske 42 saal ke jism ke liye itna pagal tha. Unhone ek doosre ko smooch karna shuru kiya. Ye kiss gehri aur dard-bhari thi. Unki jeebhein ek doosre ke muh ka saara ras nichod rahi thin. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske 38-inch ke boobs Abhay ke seene se buri tarah dab rahe hain. Usne apne hothon ko Abhay ke hothon se alag kiya aur dheere se boli, "I love you too, Abhay... hum college mein milenge na."



Abhay ne apne haath se ek metallic bracelet nikaala aur Trupti ki gori kalai par pehna diya. "Ye mera nishaan hai... jab tak hum dobara nahi milte, ise utaarna mat." Trupti ne us bracelet ko dekha aur uska dil bhar aaya. Use lag raha tha ki wo sach mein ek college girl hai jise uska pehla sacha pyaar mil gaya hai.
Par theek usi waqt, kitchen ke darwaze ke thode door andhere mein khada Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par ek patthar jaisi muskaan thi, par andar se uska khoon ubal raha tha. 'Tequila ke nashe mein tu is chor ke saath so gayi Maa,' Rahul ne apne lund ko underwear ke upar se masalte hue socha. 'Tujhe lagta hai ye tera lover hai? Nahi... ye chor hai jisne meri property churayi hai. Par main tujhe bachaunga. Jab is Abhay ka janaza college se nikalega, tab tu rote hue mere hi paas aayegi.'
Villa se nikalte waqt sabka mood thoda heavy tha. Airport ke bahar jab sab alag hone lage, toh Kriti Rahul ke paas aayi. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek shaitani nazar dali aur phir Rahul ko kaskar pakad liya. "Bye, Rahul... tumne meri trip memorable bana di," Kriti ne kaha aur sabke saamne Rahul ke hothon par ek geela aur lamba lip-kiss kar diya. Trupti ye dekh kar buri tarah shock ho gayi. Uski 'Maa' wali mamta aur 'aurat' wali jalan dono ek saath jaag uthi. Kriti ne alag hote waqt Trupti ko ek shararat bhari aankh maari (wink), jaise wo keh rahi ho ki 'Tera beta ab mera khilauna hai.' Trupti ka muh hairani se khula ka khula reh gaya. Use ab tak lag raha tha ki Rahul bas timepass kar raha hai, par Kriti ka ye confidence use darr aur jalan se bhar gaya.


Airport par check-in ke baad Rahul aur Trupti flight mein saath baithe. Trupti khidki ke paas thi, uska dimaag pichli raaton ke flashbacks mein khoya hua tha. Use yaad aa raha tha wo pal jab Abhay uske nange boobs par apna garm cum chhod raha tha... kaise wo doodh jaisa safed liquid uski cleavage mein phisalta hua uski naabhi tak gaya tha. Use mehsoos ho rahi thi wo musky smell jo ek mardana sharir se nikaltee hai. Uske nipples flight ke thande AC mein uski top ke neeche apne aap akad gaye (hardened).
'Main kya ban gayi hoon?' Trupti ne socha, uski aankhon mein halka sa guilt tha. 'Sanjeev ke saath dhokha... ye galat hai. Par wo... wo maza... wo Abhay ka touch... wo mujhe itna zinda mehsoos karata hai jitna Sanjeev ne 20 saal mein nahi karaya. Ye guilt mujhe dasta hai, par ye nasha mujhe aur chahiye.'
Tabhi Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti kisi gehri soch mein hai. Usne flight ke blanket ko apne aur Trupti ke upar phailaya. Andhere ka fayda uthate hue, Rahul ne apna garm haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh (thigh) par rakha jo uske denim shorts se bahar thi. Usne aahista se apni ungliyan upar ki taraf sarkaayi, Trupti ki panty line ke bilkul paas.
Trupti ka poora sharir current khakar kaanp utha. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein darr aur ek ajeeb sa gunah-bhara maza (guilty shiver) tha. "Rahul... ye kya kar rahe ho?" usne fusfusaya.
"Bas aapko relax kar raha hoon, Trupti," Rahul ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, uska haath abhi bhi wahi tha. Trupti ne use hataya nahi. Uska jism Rahul ke sparsh (touch) par react kar raha tha. Uske boobs ki tanaavat aur badh gayi. Use lag raha tha ki wo ek aisi aag mein kood chuki hai jahan se wapsi ka rasta band hai.


Ghar pahunchte hi mahol ekdum badal gaya. Wo aalishan villa, wo samandar aur wo nanga-pan ab piche chhoot chuka tha. Trupti jaise hi apne ghar mein dakhil hui, wo turant 'Mom Mode' mein aa gayi. Usne kitchen mein jaakar chai chadayi aur unpacked kapdon ko wash mein dala. Par kapde badalte waqt jab usne aaine mein apne nange jism ko dekha, toh wo thithak gayi. Uski gardan aur chhatiyon par Abhay ke diye hue laal aur neeli love-bites abhi bhi cheekh-cheekh kar uski Goa wali randipan ki kahani suna rahe the.
 Usne jaldi se ek high-neck kurti pehni aur dupatta aise lapeta ki hickeys chhup jayein.
Tabhi uske phone ki ghanti baji. Screen par 'Sanjeev' ka naam chamak raha tha. Trupti ki dhadkan ruk gayi.
"Hello, Sanjeev?" Trupti ne aawaz ko sambhalte hue kaha.

"Hi Trupti! Good news... mera kaam khatam ho gaya hai. Main kal subah ki flight se ghar aa raha hoon. Tumhe aur Rahul ko bohot miss kiya," Sanjeev ki aawaz mein wahi purana apna-pan tha, jo ab Trupti ko kaante ki tarah chubha.
"Oh... wo toh bohot achi baat hai. Hum intezar karenge," Trupti ne jhooth bola. Phone rakhte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske hath-pair thande pad rahe hain. Kal tak wo kisi aur mard ki baahon mein nangi thi, aur kal uska pati wapas aa raha tha.
Darr aur bechaini ke is mahol mein, Trupti ne ek aakhri bagawat karne ka socha. Usne mirror ke samne khadi hokar, apne travel outfit mein ek behad hot aur nasheeli selfie li—apne hothon ko thoda sa pucker (pout) karte hue aur apni kurti ke upar ke button ko halke se kholte hue jahan se Abhay ka diya hua bracelet dikh raha tha. Usne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp ki aur niche likha: "Missing you already..."



Uske dimag mae chl raha tha Sanjeev kal aa rahe hain. Darr lag raha hai."
Uski dhadkan kisi race-car ki tarah bhag rahi thi. Reality ne use gher liya tha, par Goa ki wo hawas uske khoon mein abhi bhi daud rahi thi. Rahul bahar hall mein baitha muskura raha tha—use pata tha ki Sanjeev ke aane se Trupti aur bhi zyada vulnerable hogi, aur tabhi wo apna aakhri teer chalaiga.

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Sanjeev ki ghar wapasi ne Trupti ki us khwaabon wali duniya par reality ka ek bhari parda dal diya tha. Ghar ke darwaze par jab Sanjeev ne muskuraate hue Trupti ko dekha, toh usne aage badhkar use ek behad pyaara aur purana sukoon bhara hug diya. Trupti ne bhi upar se muskurate hue apne pati ke gale mein baahein daali, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Abhay ke wo garm hoth aur uski mardana mehak ghoom rahi thi. Sanjeev ki baahon mein hote hue bhi use Abhay ke lund ki wo sakhti yaad aa rahi thi jo pichli kuch rato pehle uski gaand par ragad rahi thi.



"Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho Trupti... lagta hai Goa ki dhoop ne tumhe aur bhi nikhara hai," Sanjeev ne uske gaal ko chumte hue kaha. Trupti ne bas ek sharmili muskaan di, par andar hi andar wo kaanp rahi thi.
Agli subah breakfast ki table par mahol ekdum 'normal family' jaisa tha, par us table ke neeche hazaron raaz dafan the. Trupti ne ek halki cotton ki kurti pehni thi aur dupatta thoda dhang se lapeta tha, par nashte ke waqt jab wo Sanjeev ko omelette serve karne ke liye aage jhuki, toh dupatta thoda sarak gaya.
Sanjeev ki nazar achanak Trupti ki gori gardan ke nichle hisse par padi, jahan ek halka laal-gulabi nishaan abhi bhi jhalak raha tha.
"Trupti, ye tumhari gardan par kya hai? Ye laal nishaan kaisa hai?" Sanjeev ne fikar se pucha.
Trupti ka dil jaise halak mein aa gaya. Uska haath apne aap us nishaan par gaya jo Abhay ne hawas mein use wahan kaskar chooste hue chhoda tha. "Wo... wo... shayad Goa mein koi kida (insect) kaat gaya tha. 



Jungle side gaye the na hum waterfall dekhne, toh wahi ka mosquito bite hoga," Trupti ne haklaate hue jhooth bola.
Rahul ne plate mein rakhe parathe se nazar uthayi aur Sanjeev ki taraf dekhkar bohot hi confidence ke saath bola, "Haan Papa, wahan jungle mein mosquitoes bohot wehshi the. Mujhe bhi kaata tha. Maa toh waterfall ke paas bohot der tak baithi thi, wahi kisi zehreele kide ne nishaan chhod diya hoga."
Rahul ki is 'safed jhooth' ne Trupti ko ek ajeeb si rahat di. Usne nazrein jhuka kar silently Rahul ko 'thank you' kaha. Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa thrill daud raha tha—uski beta uske 'affair' ko bachane ke liye apne baap se jhooth bol raha tha. Ye secrecy use guilt se zyada uttejit (excite) kar rahi thi.
Sanjeev ne chai ka ghoont liya aur pucha, "Achha, college ka election aur trip kaisa raha? Wo Abhay... jiske baare mein tum bata rahi thi, kaisa ladka hai wo?"
Trupti ne apne hothon ko halke se jeebh se bhigoya, Abhay ka naam sunte hi uski chut mein ek halki si tish (throb) mehsoos hui. "Abhay... wo bohot achha ladka hai Sanjeev. Bohot supportive aur intelligent hai. Usne election mein meri bohot help ki. Ek bohot achha dost ban gaya hai mera," Trupti ne 'dost' shabd par thoda zor diya, par uske dimaag mein Abhay ke wo garm dhakke ghoom rahe the jo usne bed par Trupti ke boobs par cum nikaalte waqt maare the.
'Main kitni besharam ho rahi hoon,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha. 'Apne pati ko us mard ke baare mein bata rahi hoon jiske lund ka ras maine kal hi apne muh mein liya hai. Par ye chhupa-chhupi... ye khatra... mujhe marne nahi de raha.'
Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti Abhay ke khayal mein thodi madhosh ho rahi hai. Usne shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ko chheda, "Papa, Abhay toh Maa ka itna bada fan hai ki trip par bhi unke aage-piche ghoomta rehta tha. I think he is missing you already, right Trupti?"
Trupti ne Rahul ko 'friendly anger' mein dekha aur ek nakli gussa dikhaate hue boli, "Chup kar badmaash! Kuch bhi bolta hai Papa ke samne. Khana khao chup-chaap."
Rahul ka dimaag alag hi level par chal raha tha. 'Han-han, missing toh kar raha hoga... par use ye nahi pata ki uski 'hot college girl' asal mein Sanjeev Khanna ki biwi aur meri Maa hai.' Rahul ne hamesha is baat ka dhyan rakha tha ki Abhay ya college mein kisi ko bhi Trupti ki asliyat na pata chale. Abhay ko lagta tha ki Trupti ek single, independent aurat hai jo akeli rehti hai. Trupti ne kabhi Abhay se Sanjeev ka zikr nahi kiya tha, kyunki wo us college waali azaadi ko khona nahi chahti thi.
Nashte ke baad, jab Sanjeev shower lene gaya, Trupti bedroom mein aaine ke samne khadi hui. Usne apni kurti ke andar haath daal kar apne mangalsutra ko dekha. Ye uski shaadi ka nishaan tha, par Abhay ki duniya mein iska koi wajood nahi tha.
Tabhi Rahul kamre mein dakhil hua. "Trupti... ek photo kheenchun aapki? Abhay ko bhejni hogi na?" Rahul ne chhedte hue pucha.
Trupti ne ek pal ke liye socha, aur phir ek bold faisla liya. "Haan Rahul... ek achhi si pic click kar."
Trupti ne apni kurti ka dupatta thoda aise set kiya ki uski gori gardan aur wo bracelet dikhe jo Abhay ne use pehnaya tha, par usne badi safai se apne haath se mangalsutra ko kurti ke andar chhupa liya. Usne aaine mein dekhkar ek behad kaamuk aur pyari smile di.
Rahul ne photo click ki. Photo mein Trupti bilkul ek jawan, single aur mast-maula ladki lag rahi thi, jiske chehre par hawas ka nasha aur aankhon mein intezar tha.



Trupti ne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp ki.
"Missing you Abhay... Breakfast table par tumhari kami mehsoos ho rahi thi," usne message type kiya, Sanjeev ka koi zikr nahi kiya.
Trupti ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne mangalsutra ko wapas bahar nikaala aur use dupatta se dhak liya. Ek mard uske bedroom mein naha raha tha, aur wo doosre mard ko apni jawani ki nishani bhej rahi thi. Uske liye ab uska pati sirf ek zimmedari thi, par Abhay uski wo aag thi jise wo bujhne nahi dena chahti thi. Rahul ne piche se Trupti ke nange kandhe ko halke se dabaya, jisse Trupti ka jism current khakar kaanp gaya. Goa khatam ho gaya tha, par asli drama toh ab ghar ke band darwazon ke peeche shuru hone wala tha.

Ghar ka mahol ab puri tarah badal chuka tha. Sanjeev ke aane se Trupti ki azaad 'college life' par ek temporary break lag gaya tha, par wahi break uske liye ek naya aur khatarnak thrill lekar aaya. Sanjeev ki maujoodgi ne Trupti ko aur bhi zyada chaukanna bana diya tha, aur ye chhupa-chhupi uske jism mein ek aisi aag laga rahi thi jo Goa ki rait se bhi zyada garm thi.
Sanjeev ne decide kiya ki wo ek pura din apni family ke saath bitayega. Dopehar mein wo sab ek mall gaye shopping ke liye.



 Mall ki chamak-dhamak mein Trupti Sanjeev ka haath pakad kar chal rahi thi, par uska dimaag lagataar us phone par tha jo uske handbag mein thar-thara raha tha. Abhay ke lagataar messages aa rahe the—"Kahan ho?", "Kya kar rahi ho?", "Tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai."
Shopping ke dauran Sanjeev ne ek behad mehangi aur sexy Emerald Green silk dress uthayi. "Trupti, ye tum par bahut khilegi. Ek baar try toh karo," Sanjeev ne muskurate hue kaha. Trupti ne dress li aur trial room ki taraf badh gayi.
Trial room ke band darwaze ke peeche, Trupti ne apni kurti utari. Mirror mein usne apne 42 saal ke gudaaz aur maansal jism ko dekha. Uski gardan par Abhay ke nishaan ab thode feeke pad chuke the, par unhe dekh kar uske jism mein ek syah (dark) nasha daud gaya. Usne Sanjeev ki di hui silk dress pehni. Wo dress uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs aur 38-inch ki chauri gaand par aisi chipak gayi jaise uski dusri chamdi ho. Deep neck hone ki wajah se uska doodhiya cleavage upar tak chhalak raha tha. Thandi AC mein uske nipples dress ke patle silk ke neeche kadak hokar ubhar aaye.
Trupti ne mirror mein khud ko dekha aur use Sanjeev ki jagah Abhay ke garm haath apne badan par mehsoos hone lage. Usne turant apna phone nikala. Sanjeev bahar khada intezar kar raha tha, par Trupti ne us khatre ko nazarandaz karte hue ek sexy selfie li. Usne apni dress ko thoda aur neeche khiskaye taaki cleavage aur gahri dikhe, aur photo Abhay ko bhej di.
"Sirf tumhari aankhon ke liye... For your eyes only," usne caption likha aur send kar diya.



 Photo bhejte hi uske gaal sharam aur adrenaline se laal ho gaye. Bahar se Sanjeev ne darwaza khatkhataya, "Trupti, ho gaya? Kaisi lag rahi hai?"
Trupti ne jaldi se phone chhupaya aur bahar aayi. Sanjeev use fati aankhon se dekhta reh gaya. "Wow Trupti! Tum toh qayamat lag rahi ho." Trupti ne bas ek feeki smile di, par uska dil Abhay ke aane wale reply ke liye dhadak raha tha.
Raat ko wo ek aalishan restaurant mein dinner ke liye gaye. Sanjeev bohot khush tha, wo college aur election ki baatein kar raha tha, par beech-beech mein uske business calls aane lage. Sanjeev jab ek lambi call par busy hua, toh Trupti ne mauka dekha.
"Sanjeev, main zara washroom se aati hoon," Trupti ne kaha aur apna phone lekar tezi se washroom ki taraf nikal gayi.
Andar jaakar usne darwaza lock kiya aur turant Abhay ko call lagayi. Do second mein Abhay ne phone utha liya.
"Trupti! Kahan ho tum? Wo photo... oh my God, tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai," Abhay ki aawaz hawas aur bechaini se bhari thi.
Trupti ne apni aawaz ko behad dheema aur nashiila (husky) banaya. "Abhay... shhh... main bahar hoon. Tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai. I love you, Abhay. Main taras rahi hoon tumhare un garm haathon ke liye. Can't wait to feel you again," Trupti ne fusfusate hue kaha. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ka wo tana hua lund ghoom raha tha. Ye baatein karte waqt use mehsoos hua ki uski panty alcohol aur hawas ke asar se halki gili (damp) hone lagi hai.
"Main bhi Trupti... main tumhe yahi abhi nanga karke..." Abhay aage kuch bolta ki tabhi washroom ke main door par zor se dastak hui.
"Trupti? Tum andar ho? Itni der ho gayi, sab theek hai na?" Ye Sanjeev tha.
Trupti ka dum nikal gaya. Usne turant phone cut kiya aur apni dhadkan ko sambhalne ki koshish ki. "Haan Sanjeev! Bas do minute, aa rahi hoon!" Usne jaldi se apne chehre par thoda paani mara taaki uska tamtamaya hua laal chehra thoda normal lage.
Jab wo table par wapas aayi, toh Rahul use gaur se dekh raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa nasha aur ghabrahat hai. Rahul ne table ke neeche se apna pair Trupti ke pair se takraya aur dheere se bola, "Bahut bada emergency call tha kya Maa? Aapka chehra toh ekdum gulabi ho raha hai."
Trupti ne Rahul ko gusse mein ghoora, par Rahul ki aankhon mein wahi shaitani chamak thi. Rahul ne Trupti ke phone ki screen par aayi ek notification dekh li thi—ek 'Heart' emoji jo Abhay ne bheja tha. Rahul ke andar jalan ka zeher aur gahra hota ja raha tha. 'Han has lo Maa... kal jab ye Abhay sadak par hoga, tab main dekhunga tum kise "I love you" bolti ho,' Rahul ne mann hi mann socha.
Dinner ke baad jab wo ghar laute, Sanjeev ne Trupti ko piche se pakda aur uske kaan mein fusfusaya, "Trupti, aaj raat bohot special hone wali hai. Maine hamare liye ek romantic evening plan ki hai. Aaj bohot dino baad hum akele honge."
Trupti ne Sanjeev ki aankhon mein dekha. Sanjeev use pyaar kar raha tha, use protect kar raha tha. Par Trupti ka dimaag kahin aur tha. Wo soch rahi thi, 'Sanjeev ka pyaar bohot saaf aur purana hai... par kya ye Abhay ki us mardana aag ka muqabla kar payega? Kya Sanjeev mujhe wo waisa nasha de payega jaisa Abhay ne Goa ki rait par diya tha?'
Trupti bedroom mein gayi aur taiyaar hone lagi, par uska haath bar-bar us bracelet ko chhu raha tha jo Abhay ne use pehnaya tha. Mangalsutra uske gale mein tha, par uski rooh par Abhay ka kabza ho chuka tha. Aaj raat ek pativrata biwi aur ek hawas mein jalti 'college girl' ke beech ka aakhri muqabla hone wala tha.

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Ghar ki khamoshi mein raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya tha. Sanjeev ne thodi si whiskey pi rakhi thi, jiske asar se uski aankhon mein Trupti ke liye barson purana wahi pyaar aur ek halki si hawas chamak rahi thi. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya aur dheere se Trupti ke paas aaya, jo us emerald green silk dress mein kisi jawan apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.


Sanjeev ne Trupti ko peeche se pakda aur uski gardan par apne thande hoth rakh diye. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Wo koshish kar rahi thi ki wo Sanjeev ke is sparsh (touch) ko mehsoos kare, par jaise hi Sanjeev ne use chooma, Trupti ke dimaag mein Goa ki wo beach aur Abhay ka wo wehshi chehra ghoom gaya.
"Trupti... maine tumhe itna miss kiya ki bata nahi sakta," Sanjeev ne fusfusate hue use apni taraf ghumaya aur uske hothon par ek lamba, naram kiss kiya.


Trupti kiss ka jawab toh de rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein ek 'internal monologue' chal raha tha: 'Sanjeev bohot pyaar se chhu raha hai... par isme wo bijli nahi hai. Abhay ki jeebh jab mere muh mein hoti thi, toh lagta tha pura jism jal jayega. Sanjeev ka kiss... ye toh sirf ek purani aadat jaisa hai.'
Sanjeev ne dheere se Trupti ko bed par lita diya. Usne ek-ek karke Trupti ki dress ke hooks kholne shuru kiye. Silk ka wo thanda kapda jab Trupti ke nange jism se niche sarka, toh Sanjeev ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, gudaaz boobs black lace bra mein qaid the, jo upar ki taraf chhalak rahe the. Sanjeev ne apne haath un gore pahaadon par rakhe aur unhe halke se dabane laga.


"Ahhh... Sanjeev..." Trupti ne ek siskaari li.
Ye siskaari aadhi sach thi aur aadhi jhooth. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab uske maans ko sehla rahi thin, toh 42 saal ki Trupti ka jism, jo pichle kuch dinon se sexualy bohot active raha tha, wo react karne laga. Par dimaag abhi bhi compare kar raha tha—'Abhay ne jab mujhe pakda tha, toh usne mere boobs ko noch liya tha... usne bra utaarne ka intezar nahi kiya tha. Sanjeev itna sambhal kar chhu raha hai jaise main kaanch ki bani hoon. Mujhe wo roughness chahiye... mujhe wo mardana aag chahiye.'
Sanjeev dheere-dheere niche sarka. Usne Trupti ki gardan, uske kaan ke peeche aur uski cleavage par naram kisses kiye. Usne Trupti ki bra ke strap ko neeche giraya aur uske ek bhari boob ko bahar nikaal kar use kisi pyaase ki tarah choosna (sucking) shuru kiya.
"Mmmhhhh... tum kitni meethi ho Trupti... so good," Sanjeev ne madhoshi mein kaha.
Trupti ne apne haath Sanjeev ke baalon mein fansa liye aur uski peeth ko sehlaane lagi. Use yaad aaya Goa ka wo boob-fuck, jab Abhay ne apna garm aur lamba lund uski chhatiyon ke beech ragda tha aur uske chehre par apna cum chhod diya tha. Us flashback ne Trupti ke jism mein ek achanak garmi (heat) paida kar di. Uska seena haanfne laga aur uski yoni (pussy) mein ek geelapan (wetness) mehsoos hone laga.
Sanjeev ka haath aahista se Trupti ki silk dress ke niche gaya. Usne dekha ki Trupti ne wahi geeli black thong pehni hui hai. Sanjeev ne panty ke upar se hi Trupti ki chut ke ubhaar ko sehlaana shuru kiya.
"Ahhhhh... ssssss..." Trupti ab sach mein garam ho rahi thi. Akhir wo bhi ek aurat thi aur Sanjeev uska pati tha, bohot dinon baad wo kisi mard ke saath bistar par thi. Sanjeev ki ungliyan jab panty ke kapde ko uski clit par ragadne lagin, toh Trupti ki siskaiyan aur gehri ho gayin. Use laga ki shayad aaj raat wo Sanjeev ke saath bhi wo climax mehsoos kar legi.

Sanjeev ne Trupti ki panty ko niche khiskaya aur uski nangi, gili chut ko apni ungliyon se chhua. "Tum toh tayyar ho Trupti... lagta hai tumne bhi mujhe utna hi miss kiya hai," Sanjeev ne ek muskaan ke saath kaha.
Trupti ne apne hothon ko kaata. Wo Sanjeev ko sach nahi bata sakti thi ki ye geelapan uski wajah se nahi, balki Abhay ke khayalon ki wajah se hai. Par wo is waqt thodi satisfaction chahti thi. Usne Sanjeev ko apne aur kareeb kheencha aur uske hothon ko buri tarah choomne lagi, jaise wo apni hawas ko Sanjeev ke zariye nikaalna chahti ho.
Sanjeev ne apni shirt utari aur Trupti ke upar poori tarah haavi hone hi wala tha ki tabhi...
TRING... TRING... TRING...
Sanjeev ka phone side table par cheekhne laga. Sannate mein wo aawaaz kisi talwar ki tarah chubhi. Sanjeev ne use ignore karne ki koshish ki, par phone lagataar baj raha tha.
"Sanjeev... dekh lo, shayad kuch important ho," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha.
Sanjeev ne gusse mein phone uthaya, par screen par naam dekhte hi uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. "Oh shit! Ye India office se hai... hamare south region ke warehouse mein shayad koi major fire ya structural issue hua hai. Bohot bada loss ho sakta hai."
Sanjeev ne call uthayi. Wo bed se uthkar kamre mein chakkar kaatne laga. "Kya? Kab hua? Main abhi aata hoon... reach me the details on mail."
Usne phone rakha aur Trupti ki taraf ek maafi bhari nazar se dekha. Trupti bed par nangi leti thi, uska jism abhi bhi hawas ki aanch mein tap raha tha.


"Trupti... I'm so sorry. Mujhe abhi office nikalna hoga. Ye bohot badi emergency hai, agar main abhi control nahi kiya toh crores ka nuksan ho jayega. Please try to understand," Sanjeev ne jaldi-jaldi apni shirt pehnte hue kaha.
Trupti ne ek gehri saans li. Use bura toh laga, par ek taraf se use rahat bhi mehsoos hui ki use Sanjeev ke saath wo 'acting' poori nahi karni padi. Usne ek pheeki muskaan di aur sheet se apna badan dhak liya.
"It's okay Sanjeev. Kaam pehle hai. Jao tum, dhyan rakhna," Trupti ne naram aawaz mein kaha.
Sanjeev ne jhuk kar uske maathe ko chooma. "You are the best wife. I'll make it up to you tomorrow night, I promise. Kal hum ise finish karenge."
Sanjeev kamre se nikal gaya. Darwaza band hone ki aawaaz aayi aur Trupti us khali kamre mein akeli reh gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha, uski chut abhi bhi gili thi. Usne chhat ki taraf dekha aur use phir se wahi Goa ki raat yaad aane lagi.
'Sanjeev chala gaya... hamesha ki tarah uska kaam pehle aata hai,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha. 'Agar Abhay hota, toh wo aag lagne par bhi mujhe chhod kar nahi jata. Wo mujhe tab tak nahi chhodta jab tak mera jism shant na ho jaye.'
Trupti ne apna haath dheere se apni nangi chhati par rakha aur apni aankhein band kar lin. Usne khud ko ungli se shant karne ki koshish ki, par uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi naam tha—Abhay. Sanjeev ka reunion adhoora reh gaya tha, aur Trupti ki hawas ne ab ek naya aur khatarnak rukh mod liya tha. Usne phone uthaya aur andhere mein Abhay ka purana message khola, uski photo dekh kar wo khud ko Abhay ke naam par tadpane lagi. Goa ki aag ab uske bedroom tak pahunch chuki thi.


Sanjeev ke jaate hi kamre mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi thi, par Trupti ke jism ke andar ek toofan uthal-puthal macha raha tha. Wo bed par nangi leti thi, silk ki chadar uske garm badan se chipak rahi thi. Sanjeev ke hothon ka sparsh abhi bhi uski gardan par tha, par uski rooh Goa ke us beach par Abhay ke niche dabi hui thi.
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein kisi film ki tarah Goa ka wo manzar chalne laga—Abhay ka wo mota aur sakht lund uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ke beech ragad raha tha... uska wo wehshi chehra jab usne Trupti ke chehre par apna garm cum chhoda tha. Us khayal ne Trupti ki yoni mein ek jordaar tish (throb) paida kar di. Usne kaanpte hue haathon se apne ek boob ko pakda aur use masalne lagi, bilkul waise hi jaise Abhay ne kiya tha. Uska doosra haath dheere se niche gaya aur usne apni gili chut ki darar par apni ungli rakhi.
"Ahhh... Abhay... mmmhhh..." Trupti ke muh se siskaari nikal gayi. Wo tezi se khud ko ungli karne lagi, uske dimaag mein wo squirting wala climax ghoom raha tha. 



Par jaise hi wo jhadne wali thi, achanak use apne bedroom ki deewar par lagi Sanjeev ki tasveer dikhi.

Trupti ek jhatke mein ruk gayi. Usne apna haath hataya, uska seena haanf raha tha. 'Main ye kya kar rahi hoon? Apne pati ke bed par kisi aur mard ke naam par khud ko chhu rahi hoon? Itna ginauna pan?' Guilt ke ek jhatke ne uski saari garmi ko thanda kar diya. Usne jaldi se bedsheet se apna jism dhaka aur rone lagi.
Darwaze ke bahar, andhere corridor mein, Rahul khada tha. Usne Trupti ki wo bhari saansein aur 'Abhay' ka naam saaf suna tha. Uske hothon par ek zehreli muskaan aayi. 'Tadap rahi ho na Maa? Abhay chala gaya aur Sanjeev ne beech raste chhod diya. Ab tum sirf mere jaal mein phansogi.'
Trupti ko ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne ek patla sa satin robe pehna aur taazi hawa ke liye balcony mein aa gayi. Raat ki thandi hawa uske garm jism se takraayi, par uske dimaag ki aag shant nahi ho rahi thi.
"Neend nahi aa rahi?" Ek achanak aayi aawaz ne Trupti ko dara diya.
Usne mud kar dekha, Rahul railing ke paas khada tha, moon-light mein uska muscular jism chamak raha tha. Trupti ne apni robe ki dori kaskar baandh li.
"Rahul? Tu abhi tak jaga hai?" Trupti ne apni aawaz sambhalti hui pucha.
"Kaise sota Maa... sorry, Trupti," Rahul ne dhire se kaha, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb si humdardi thi. "Maine dekha Papa office chale gaye. Aapka chehra dekh kar lag raha hai ki aap bohot akela mehsoos kar rahi hain."
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Is ghar mein sirf Rahul hi tha jo use bina judge kiye samajh raha tha. Wo dhire-dheere khulne lagi. "Rahul... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya karoon. Sanjeev bohot achhe hain, par... par wo mujhe wo khushi nahi de pa rahe jo mujhe chahiye. Goa mein jo hua, uske baad mujhe lag raha hai ki main badal gayi hoon. Mujhe dar lagta hai ki main ek buri aurat ban gayi hoon."

Rahul ne ek kadam aage badhaya aur Trupti ke bilkul paas khada ho gaya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha—wo ek manipulative shaitaan tha.
"Aap buri nahi hain," Rahul ne bohot naram aawaz mein kaha. "Aap bas ek jawan aurat hain jisne saari umar doosron ke liye qurbani di hai. Abhay ne aapko sirf wahi dikhaya jo aapka haq hai. Papa apni jagah sahi hain, par wo aapki is aag ko nahi samajhte. Main aapka beta hoon, par isse pehle main aapka sabse bada dost hoon. Main hamesha aapke saath hoon, chahe aap jo bhi karein."
Trupti ko laga jaise use koi farishta mil gaya ho. Use garv mehsoos hua ki uska 'chota bhai' jaisa beta use itna support kar raha hai, use ek nayi zindagi jeene ka mauka de raha hai. Usne emotional hokar Rahul ko gale laga liya.
"Thank you Rahul... tum nahi jaante tum mere liye kya ho," Trupti ne kaha aur uske seene se lag gayi.


Us hug mein Trupti bhool gayi ki usne robe ke niche sirf ek patli bra pehni hai. Uske 38-inch ke naram aur bhari boobs Rahul ke nange seene se buri tarah dab gaye. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Trupti ke nipples uski bra ke kapde ko cheerti hui uske seene par chubh rahi hain. Rahul ka sharir turant react kar gaya. Uske cotton shorts ke andar uska 6-inch ka lund lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht hokar khada ho gaya aur seedha Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse se takraya.
Trupti ko wo sakhti mehsoos hui. Uska dimaag kamzor pad chuka tha, wo emotional thi. Usne dekha ki Rahul use kitni intensity se dekh raha hai.
"Rahul... tumhara ye..." Trupti ne haklaate hue kaha, par usne hug nahi toda.


"Ye aapki khoobsurati ka asar hai Trupti," Rahul ne fusfusate hue uski kamar aur kaskar pakad li. "Main mard hoon, aur mere saamne duniya ki sabse sexy aurat khadi hai. Aapko darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main aapka protector hoon."
Trupti us manipulative jaal mein poori tarah phans chuki thi. Use Rahul ke sparsh mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur thrill milne laga. Sanjeev ghar se bahar tha, Abhay yaadon mein tha, aur uska apna beta uski hawas aur uski aazaadi ka sabse bada saathi ban kar uske samne khada tha. Raat ka sannata aur gehra ho gaya, aur Trupti ki saansein ek baar phir bhari hone lagin.
Balcony ki thandi hawa mein Trupti ne dheere se khud ko Rahul ki baahon se alag kiya. Uske chehre par sharam aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Rahul ka wo sakht 6-inch ka ubhaar uske pet par abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha, jisse Trupti ki saansein ukhdi hui thin. Ek pal ke liye mahol mein thodi awkwardness (ajeeb-pan) aa gayi, par Rahul ne turant situation ko sambhal liya.

"Trupti... itni thand hai aur Papa bhi chale gaye hain," Rahul ne ek doston wali smile ke saath kaha. "Kyun na hum thodi whisky enjoy karein? Aapka stress bhi kam hoga aur neend bhi bohot achi aayegi."
Trupti ne pehle thoda hichkichate hue mana kiya, "Nahi Rahul... ghar par Sanjeev ke bina akele peena... theek nahi lagta."
Par Rahul ne uska haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya, "Arre, main hoon na? Maine kaha na, aaj aap meri dost ho, meri Maa nahi. Come on, let's celebrate your new freedom."
Trupti apne ekloute bete ko mana nahi kar payi. Dono hall mein bane mehangey liquor cabinet ke paas pahunche. Rahul ne do crystal glasses nikaale aur dhire-dheere whisky pour karne laga. Trupti wahi stool par baithi thi, uska satin robe halke se sarak gaya tha jisse uski gori, maansal jaanghein aur uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ka upper curve saaf jhalak raha tha.


Rahul ne glass Trupti ki taraf badhaya aur halke se uski ungliyon ko chhua. "Waise ek baat bolun? Beach par aap us black bikini mein kisi atom bomb se kam nahi lag rahi thin. Pura beach aapko ghoor raha tha, par aap sirf Abhay ke liye matak rahi thin."
Trupti ne nasheeli hansi haste hue apna sar jhatka. "Badmaash! Tu apni Maa ko bomb bol raha hai?"
"Maine kaha na, aaj aap sirf Trupti hain," Rahul ne aankh maarte hue kaha aur apni drink ka sip liya. "Batao na... Abhay ke saath kaisa feel hota hai? I mean, wo itna jawan hai... kya wo Papa se zyada passionate hai?"
Trupti ne whisky ka ek bada ghoont bhara. Alcohol ki garmi ne uske dimaag ke parde dhile kar diye. Wo dhire-dheere Abhay ke baare mein khulne lagi. "Rahul... wo ek addiction hai. Jab wo mujhe chhuta hai, toh lagta hai pura jism pighal jayega. Uski wo mardana aag... uska wo roughness... mujhe aisa feel karata hai jaise main sach mein 20 saal ki hoon. Wo mujhe itni buri tarah se desire karta hai ki main sab bhool jati hoon."
Rahul ye sun kar andar hi andar jalan se jal raha tha, par Trupti ke hothon se ye gandi baatein sun kar uska apna lund underwear mein kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah phatne ko taiyaar tha. Wo Trupti ko aur bhi zyada kholna chahta tha.
Trupti thoda aur distract hui toh Rahul ne mauka dekha. Usne table ke neeche se wahi choti si bottle nikaali jo unhone election ke waqt Vikki ke liye use ki thi—wahi 'Knockout Drug'. Rahul ne bohot hi safai se Trupti ke glass mein us drug ki ek bhari dose mila di. Ye dose itni thi ki Trupti poori tarah behosh ho jayegi aur use agle din kuch bhi yaad nahi rahega.
"Ye lijiye, ek aur drink... it's a special mix," Rahul ne bohot hi naram aawaz mein glass Trupti ke haath mein pakdaya.
Trupti ab nashe mein jhoom rahi thi. Usne glass liya aur dhire-dheere peena shuru kiya. "Rahul... tu kitna acha hai. Kaash Sanjeev bhi teri tarah mujhe samajh paate."
Jaise-jaise wo peeti gayi, drug apna asar dikhane laga. Trupti ki aankhein bhari hone lagin. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si madhoshi chha gayi. "Rahul... mujhe... mujhe thoda chakkar aa raha hai... dhoondhla dikh raha hai..."
Trupti ka sar ek taraf ludhakne laga. Uska satin robe uske nange kandhon se poori tarah sarak gaya, jisse uski black lace bra aur uske bhari, doodhiya boobs poori tarah expose ho gaye. Wo stool par dagmagane lagi.

Rahul ne aage badhkar use girne se bachaya aur use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Trupti ka garm, naram aur maansal jism ab poori tarah be-jan hokar Rahul ke hawale tha. Uska 42 saal ka jism haanf raha tha, aur uski saansein dhire-dheere dhimi hone lagin.


Rahul ne Trupti ke tamtamaye hue laal chehre ko dekha aur uske hothon par ek khaufnaak, shaitani muskaan aayi.
"Ab aayega asli maza, meri 'College Girl' Maa," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Abhay ne toh sirf aapka jism chhuna hai... par aaj raat main wo sab karunga jiske baad aap sirf meri ho jayengi. Aur aapko kuch yaad bhi nahi rahega."
Rahul ne Trupti ko apni mazboot baahon mein uthaya. Trupti ka sar uske kandhe par ludhka hua tha. Rahul ne use seedha bedroom ki taraf le jana shuru kiya. Raat ka sannata aur us ghar ki deewarein aaj ek aise gunehgaar sach ki gawah banne wali thin, jise Trupti sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakti thi. Mastermind Rahul ka aakhri khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.

[Joker44]

Rahul ne Trupti ko aahista se bed par lita diya. Kamre mein sirf ek dim night-lamp jal raha tha, jiski sunehri roshni Trupti ke gore aur maansal jism par kisi nashiile saaye ki tarah pad rahi thi. Trupti poori tarah behosh thi, uski saansein bhari aur dhimi thin, aur uske hoth halke se khule hue the. Drug ne use ek aisi duniya mein bhej diya tha jahan wo hosh mein toh thi, par uske jism par uska koi kabza nahi tha.


Rahul bed ke kinare khada hokar apni 'College Girl' Maa ko dekh raha tha. Usne Trupti ke robe ki dori kholi aur use dono taraf se hatakar phenk diya. Ab Trupti sirf apni black lace bra aur thong panty mein thi. Uska 42 saal ka gudaaz jism kisi parosi hui dawat ki tarah Rahul ke samne nanga tha. Uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan bra se bahar nikalne ko betaab thin aur uski gori jaanghein andhere mein chamak rahi thin.
'Kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho aap,' Rahul ne apne danton ko bhichkar socha. Uska 6-inch ka lund uske underwear ko phaadne par aamada tha. 'Is jism ko Abhay ne nocha hai... ispe usne apna cum nikaala hai.' Ye khayal aate hi Rahul ka gussa aur uski hawas ek saath phatne lagi.
Usne apna garm haath aage badhaya aur Trupti ke sar se hote hue niche uski panty ke ubhaar par le gaya. Usne apni ungliyon se uski nangi chut ki darar ko kapde ke upar se hi kaskar masal diya aur ek halki si pinch (chikoti) kaati.


"Nnnngghhh... Ahhh..." Trupti ke muh se behoshi mein ek halki si, garm guraahat (growl) nikal gayi. Uska jism current khakar thoda akad gaya, par wo jaag nahi saki.
Trupti ki us madhosh aawaaz ne Rahul ko aur bhi zyada wehashi bana diya. Usne ab aur intezaar nahi kiya. Usne Trupti ke upar jhukkar uske hothon ko buri tarah smooch karna shuru kiya. Usne apni jeebh Trupti ke be-jaan muh mein ghusa di aur uske saare ras ko nichodne laga. Trupti behoshi mein bhi apne hothon ko halke se hila rahi thi, jaise wo kisi sapne mein ho.
Rahul ke haath ab Trupti ki black bra par aa gaye. Usne ek jhatke mein hooks khole aur us kapde ko hatakar Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhari, doodhiya boobs ko aazaad kar diya. Jaise hi wo gore pahaad bahar gire, Rahul ki nazar theek us laal nishaan (love bite) par padi jo Abhay ne chhodha tha.
Us nishaan ko dekhkar Rahul ka gussa aag ban gaya. "Ye nishaan main mita dunga Maa... aap sirf meri hain," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.


Usne apna sar niche jhukaya aur Trupti ke ek bhari boob ko apne poore muh mein bhar liya. Usne us naram maans ko kisi bhookhe bache ki tarah choosna (sucking) shuru kiya. Usne apni jeebh se us sakht nipple ko ragda aur phir apne danton se use halke se kaata.
"Ahhhhh... Abhay... mmmhhh... ruko na..." Trupti ne behoshi mein dhire se Abhay ka naam liya.
Usi naam ko sunte hi Rahul ne Trupti ke boob ko itni zor se masla ki Trupti ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. "Abhay nahi Maa... Rahul! Dekhiye aapke saath kaun hai," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya aur doosre boob ko apne muh mein lekar use poori taqat se lick karne laga.
Wo kabhi ek boob ko choosta, toh kabhi doosre ko masalta. Trupti ka jism alcohol aur drug ke asar se poori tarah garm (heat) ho chuka tha. Wo bed par halke-halke jhatke le rahi thi, uski siskaiyan poore kamre mein goonj rahi thin. Rahul uske nange armpits ko chat-te hue wapas uske hothon par aaya aur use be-rahmi se kiss karne laga.


Trupti Khanna, jo kabhi Sanjeev ki wafaadar biwi thi, aaj apne hi ghar mein, apne hi bete ke nichay be-jaan aur nangi leti thi. Rahul ka masterplan poori tarah kaam kar raha tha—wo use wo nasha de raha tha jise wo hamesha ke liye bhool nahi payegi, aur sabse badi baat, use subah kuch yaad bhi nahi rahega. Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko pakda aur use apne aur kareeb kheencha, uski hawas ab aakhri hadd paar karne ko taiyaar thi.

Rahul ne Trupti ki bheege hue black thong panty ke upar apna garm haath rakha aur mehsoos kiya ki wo andar se poori tarah raseeli aur geeli ho chuki hai. Alcohol aur drug ke mishran ne Trupti ke jism ke saare bandh tod diye the. Rahul ne apna 6-inch lamba aur nasein ubhra hua sakht lund apne underwear se bahar nikaala. Uska mann kar raha tha ki abhi isi waqt Trupti ki us garm aur geeli yoni (chut) ko cheerte hue andar ghus jaye.
Par Rahul ne khud ko rok liya. Uske dimaag mein ek alag hi shaitani nasha chal raha tha.
'Nahi... aise nahi,' Rahul ne haanfte hue Trupti ke madhosh chehre ko dekha. 'Aapki chut ko toh main tab phadunga jab aap hosh mein hongi. Jab aapki wo nashiili aankhein meri aankhon mein dekh rahi hongi aur aapko pata chalega ki aapka saga beta aapka mard ban chuka hai. Trupti Khanna ko uski marzi aur hosh mein chodne ka nasha kuch aur hi hoga.'
Par uski hawas ab bardaasht se bahar ho rahi thi. Usne apna lund Trupti ke gore pet se ragaadte hue upar laya aur uske raseele, adhe khule hothon par rakh diya. Trupti ke naram aur garm hothon ki chhuwan se Rahul ke lund mein ek jordaar jhatka laga. Usne apne lund ka topa Trupti ke muh ke andar thoda sa ghusaya, par Trupti poori tarah behosh thi, isliye wo proerly 'mouth-fuck' nahi kar paa raha tha.


Tabhi Rahul ki nazar Trupti ke un 38-inch ke vishal, doodhiya aur nange boobs par padi. Ye wahi gore pahaad the jinpar Abhay ne apna nishaan chhoda tha. Rahul ka gussa aur hawas phir se ubalne lagi.
"Chalo Maa... aaj aapki in chuchiyon ki khair nahi," Rahul ne gurrate hue kaha.
Usne apne dono haathon se Trupti ke bhari aur maansal boobs ko baahar se kaskar pakda aur unhe beecho-beech ikhattha kar diya. Un do naram pahaadon ke beech ek gehri aur garm ghaati (cleavage) ban gayi. Rahul ne apne lund par thoda sa Trupti ka hi raseela thook (saliva) lagaya aur use seedha un do boobs ke beech ghusa diya.
"Ufffff... jannat!" Rahul ke muh se ek behisab maze bhari siskaari nikal gayi.
Trupti ke gore aur naram maans ka garm touch jaise hi Rahul ke lund ke chaaron taraf lipta, use aisa laga jaise wo kisi garm resham mein utar gaya ho. Rahul ne Trupti ke boobs ko kaskar pakad rakha tha taaki lund par poora grip bana rahe. Usne apni kamar chalani shuru ki aur tezi se 'Boob-Fuck' (paizuri) karne laga.
Slap... Slap... Slap...
Lund ke Trupti ke naram seene par takrane ki gandi aawaazein kamre mein goonjne lagin. Rahul ka lund un do gore pahaadon ke beech tezi se andar-baahar phisal raha tha. Trupti behoshi mein bhi halke-halke jhatke le rahi thi. Uska bhari seena Rahul ke har dhakke ke saath buri tarah bounce kar raha tha.
"Ahhhh... Trupti... aap kitni garm hain... mmmhhh!" Rahul ne apne haath se Trupti ke nipples ko pinch kiya aur apni speed aur tez kar di.


Rahul ko ek ajeeb sa 'power trip' mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne Trupti ke chehre par dekha—wo laal ho chuka tha, uski gardan par paseena chamak raha tha, aur wo 'Abhay-Abhay' badbadana band kar chuki thi. Ab wo sirf Rahul ke dhakkon ki taal par dol rahi thi. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki uske lund ki ragad se Trupti ke boobs ke beech ka maans poori tarah laal aur chikna ho gaya hai.
Rahul ki hawas ab charam par pahunchne wali thi. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko ek haath se thoda piche kheencha aur doosre haath se uske boobs ko aur kaskar dabaya. Uska lund aag ugalne ko taiyaar tha.
"Ye lijiye Maa... apni beauty par mera nishaan lijiye!" Rahul ne ek aakhri jordaar dhakka maara aur uska poora jism akad gaya.
Pichhhhh... Pichhhhh...
Rahul ke lund se garm aur gaadha veerya (cum) nikal kar Trupti ke gore boobs aur uski cleavage par bikharnay laga. Cum ki safed dhaarein Trupti ke seene par kisi nakshae ki tarah phail gayin. Rahul ne haanfte hue apna lund bahar nikala aur use Trupti ke hothon se ponchha. Trupti abhi bhi behosh thi, par uska poora jism uske bete ki hawas se sana hua tha. Rahul ne ek shaitani hasi hasi aur wahi Trupti ke bagal mein let gaya, ye jaante hue ki subah jab wo jagegi, use is nange sach ka zara bhi andaaza nahi hoga.



Rahul ne haanfte hue Trupti ke nange aur paseene se bheege jism ko dekha. Kamre mein faili hawas ki mehak aur Trupti ke gore boobs par bikhra uska safed, gaadha cum dekh kar Rahul ko ek behisab sukoon mila. Par wo jaanta tha ki ye khel abhi khatam nahi hua hai—ye toh bas aane wali tabahi ki ek choti si jhalak thi.
Rahul utha aur bathroom se ek garm gila towel lekar aaya. Usne bohot hi safai se Trupti ke doodhiya boobs aur uski cleavage par se apna sara cum saaf kiya. Usne dhyan rakha ki jism par ek bhi chipchipa nishaan na bache jo subah Sanjeev ke aane par ya Trupti ke khud ke jaagne par koi shak paida kare.
Saaf-safai karne ke baad, Rahul ne bed ke kinare gira hua Trupti ka black lace bra uthaya. Usne Trupti ke be-jaan aur maansal jism ko halke se uthaya aur badi nazaakat se use wo bra wapas pehna di. Hooks lagate waqt usne ek baar phir un bhari chhatiyon ko apne haathon mein bhara aur kaskar masal diya. Trupti behoshi mein halke se karwat badli, par uski neend bohot gehri thi.
Par kamre se bahar nikalne se pehle, Rahul ne apni pocket se phone nikala.
'Ye saboot zaroori hai,' Rahul ne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath socha. Usne night-lamp ki roshni mein Trupti ke un nange boobs ki kuch behad close-up photos li thin jab wo uske cum se sani hui thin. Usne Trupti ke madhosh chehre ke saath apne tappe (cum) ka wo nazara hamesha ke liye apne phone ke ek hidden folder mein qaid kar liya. Ye photos uske liye sirf yaadgaar nahi, balki Trupti ko hamesha ke liye apne niche dabaye rakhne ka sabse bada hathiyar thin.
Jane se pehle, Rahul ek baar phir Trupti ke upar jhuka. Usne Trupti ke raseele hothon par ek aakhri aur behad passionate kiss kiya. Usne apni jeebh Trupti ke muh mein daali aur uske adhe khule hothon ko apne daanton se halke se kaata.

 
"Goodnight, my sweet 'College Girl' Maa," Rahul ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya aur ek baar zor se uske bra mein qaid boobs ko press kiya.
Rahul dabe paaon kamre se bahar nikal gaya aur darwaza aahista se band kar diya.
Trupti bed par akeli leti rahi, poori tarah anjaan (unaware) ki pichle ek ghante mein uske bete ne uske jism ke saath kya khel khela tha. Uska 42 saal ka jism thaka hua tha, aur drug ke asar se wo ek aisi gehri neend mein thi jahan use sirf dhundhle sapne dikh rahe the—kabhi Abhay ke, toh kabhi kisi anjaan saaye ke jo use noch raha tha.
Subah jab suraj ki pehli kiran kamre mein aayegi aur Sanjeev wapas lautega, toh Trupti ko lagega ki wo raat bhar akeli soyi thi. Use ye kabhi pata nahi chalega ki uski wo 'pavitra' chhatiyan ab uske bete ke gunahon ka nishaan ban chuki hain. Rahul hall mein jaakar so gaya, uske chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali muskaan thi. Goa ka nasha ab khatam ho chuka tha, aur ghar ke andar ek naya, ganda aur incestuous raaz janm le chuka tha.

[Joker44]

Well, every story needs both a hero and a villain—and in this case, they’re both after the same woman. That’s where the real intrigue begins. Each of them has his own edge: one may have the advantage of blood ties, while the other benefits from emotional closeness and connection. If the heroine were devoted to only one of them from the start, the story would lose its spark. Instead, both men will play every card they have to win her over. Along the way, others may try to claim her too, only to be pushed aside. In the end, though, it will be the righteous one who truly earns her. Let’s see how it all unfolds.

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli kiran jab khidki ke pardo ko cheerkar Trupti ke chehre par padi, toh uska sar kisi bhari patthar ki tarah dard kar raha tha. Usne dhire se apni aankhein kholi, par roshni itni tez thi ki usne turant apni palkein bhich li. Uska pura jism ek ajeeb si thakaan aur bhari-pan (heaviness) se bhara hua tha, jaise raat bhar kisi ne use kaskar dabocha ho.



Trupti ne karwat badli aur Sanjeev ka bazu tatola, par wahan sirf khali chadar thi. Usne aankhein kholi aur yaad karne ki koshish ki. Sanjeev office ki emergency ke liye raat ko hi nikal gaya tha. Uske baad kya hua? Use dhundhla sa yaad aaya ki wo balcony mein gayi thi, Rahul se baatein ki thin, aur phir unhone whisky pi thi. Par uske baad... ek gehra kaala sannata tha. Uske dimaag mein ek bhi memory nahi thi ki wo bed tak kaise pahunchi ya usne kab kapde badle.
Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska satin robe thoda bikhra hua hai. Jab usne robe ke andar haath daala, toh use hairani hui ki usne apni black bra pehni hui thi. 'Kya maine khud pehni thi? Ya Sanjeev ne jaane se pehle pehna di thi?' Trupti ko kuch yaad nahi aa raha tha. Par ek cheez bohot ajeeb thi—uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs mein ek ajeeb si kasak aur dard tha. Jaise unhe bohot der tak kaskar masla gaya ho. Uske nipples bra ke kapde se ragad kha kar thode sensitive mehsoos ho rahe the.
"Uff... ye sar dard," Trupti ne badbadate hue bed se uthne ki koshish ki. Uska sar ghoom raha tha. Drug ka asar abhi bhi uske khoon mein tha, jo use ek ajeeb si madhoshi de raha tha.
Wo bathroom gayi aur aaine ke samne khadi hui. Usne apni high-neck kurti utari aur sirf bra mein khud ko dekha. Uski cleavage laal ho rahi thi, aur uski gardan par Abhay ke diye hue purane nishaan thode feeke pad gaye the, par uske boobs ke beech ka maans thoda chikna aur chamakdar lag raha tha. Usne wahan ungli pheri, par use kuch samajh nahi aaya. Usne socha shayad ye whisky ka nasha aur Sanjeev ki raat wali thodi bahut chhuwan ka asar hai.


Sanjeev ka message aaya tha: "Still at office. South region ka issue bohot bada hai. Shayad dopehar tak lag jaye. Breakfast kar lena, apna dhyan rakhna."
Trupti ne ek lambi saans li. Sanjeev office mein phas gaya tha, aur Rahul ka bhi koi pata nahi tha. Dining table par ek chota sa note tha: "Maa, main Sahil aur doston se milne ja raha hoon. Shaam tak lautunga. Breakfast fridge mein hai."
Trupti poore ghar mein akeli thi. Usne apne liye kadak chai banayi aur toast lekar balcony mein baith gayi. Ghar mein ek bhayanak sannata tha, jo use bechain kar raha tha. Uska dimaag baar-baar pichli raat ke us blackout (yaadashat ka gayab hona) par ja raha tha. Use sharam aa rahi thi ki wo apne jawan bete ke samne itni pi gayi ki use bed tak ka hosh nahi raha.
'Rahul ne mujhe bed tak chhoda hoga... kitna bura laga hoga use apni Maa ko is halat mein dekh kar,' Trupti ne mann hi mann socha, wo is baat se bilkul anjaan thi ki us 'supportive' bete ne uske saath kya shaitani ki hai.
Tabhi uske phone par Abhay ka message notification chamka.
Abhay: "Good morning, meri jaan. Raat bhar tumhare sapne dekhta raha. Yaad hai wo Goa wala boob-fuck? Aaj subah wahi yaad karke mera lund tana hua hai. Tumhare bina ye bistar bohot khali lag raha hai."
Abhay ka message padhte hi Trupti ke jism mein ek bijli si daud gayi. Uska sar dard ek pal ke liye gayab ho gaya aur uski yoni (pussy) mein wahi geelapan mehsoos hone laga. Use yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay ne uske boobs ke beech apna garm lund ragda tha... aur achanak use wahi sensation abhi apne boobs mein mehsoos hui. Use laga ki shayad wo yaad hi use physical dard de rahi hai.
Usne chai ka ghoont liya aur Abhay ki ek purani photo dekhne lagi. Sanjeev office mein tha, Rahul doston ke saath tha... aur Trupti Khanna, jo duniya ki nazar mein ek pavitra Maa aur biwi thi, wo ek 21 saal ke mard ki hawas bhari baaton ko padhkar apni chhatiyon ko sehla rahi thi.
Usne Abhay ko reply likha: "Sanjeev office mein hain, main akeli hoon. Tumhari baatein mujhe pagal kar rahi hain. Aaj subah mera jism bohot bhari lag raha hai... kaash tum yahan hote aur mujhe shant karte."
Trupti ko ye pata hi nahi tha ki uska jism sach mein 'bhari' isliye tha kyunki raat bhar Rahul ne uspar apna haq jataya tha. Wo akelepan mein baithi thi, apne naye aashiq ko miss kar rahi thi, jabki uski tabahi ka naksha uske hi bete ne uske bedroom mein tayyar kar diya tha. Goa se aane ke baad ki ye pehli akeli subah thi, jahan Trupti ki 'College Girl' wali azaadi use ek naye aur khatarnak raste par le ja rahi thi.


Trupti ne apne breakfast ke bartan sink mein rakhe aur bedroom ki taraf badh gayi. Uska sar abhi bhi thoda bhari tha, par jism mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne bathroom ka darwaza band kiya aur garm pani ka shower on kar diya.
Jab garm pani ki boondein uske 42 saal ke maansal jism par girne lagin, toh Trupti ne ek sukoon bhari saans li. Usne apni aankhein band kar lin aur apne jism par sabun lagane lagi. Uska haath aahista se uski gardan par gaya, jahan Abhay ki purani hickeys ab halki pad chuki thin. Phir uska haath uske boobs aur pet par gaya, jahan kal raat Sanjeev ne bohot pyaar se chooma tha.
Par jaise hi usne apne boobs ko chhuna shuru kiya, use Abhay ki wo 'dominant' mardangi yaad aane lagi. Use yaad aaya kaise Abhay ne uske boobs ko noch liya tha, kaise usne use bed par patak kar uspar apna haq jataya tha. Goa ka wo 'squirting' orgasm aur uske chehre par gira wo garm cum... un yaadon ne Trupti ke jism mein achanak ek teevra aag laga di. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski yoni (pussy) mein geelapan badh raha hai. Uska haath dhire se uski dono jaanghon ke beech gaya, par jaise hi usne khud ko chhuwa, ek guilt ki lehar ne use rok diya.
"Nahi... bas... bohot ho gaya," usne khud se fusfusaya aur jaldi se shower band kar diya. Usne socha ki shayad wo zyada hi behak rahi hai.
Naha kar bahar aane ke baad, Trupti ne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Sanjeev office mein tha aur Rahul bahar, pura ghar khali tha. Usne aaj kuch alag pehn-ne ka socha. Usne apni wardrobe se ek behad naram, pastel pink satin nightie nikaali. Ye nightie silk jaisi thi aur uske jism par kisi malmal ki tarah lag rahi thi. Usne uske niche na toh bra pehni aur na hi panty—bas aazaad rehne ka mann tha.


Usne mirror mein dekha, pink satin uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs aur chauri gaand par halka sa chipak raha tha. Usne Abhay ka diya hua wo silver bracelet apni kalai par mehsoos kiya aur use sehlaaya. Is bracelet ko pehn kar use ek ajeeb sa 'rebellion' (bagawat) mehsoos hota tha—jaise wo duniya ki nazar mein ek biwi hai, par andar se sirf Abhay ki 'college girl'.
Kareeeb 11 baje Trupti bed par leti magazine padh rahi thi ki achanak uska phone bajne laga. Abhay ka call tha. Usne ek gehri saans li aur phone uthaya.
"Hey jaan... missing you already," Trupti ne apni aawaz ko nashiila aur thoda flirty banaya.
"Trupti! Oh God, tumhari aawaz sunte hi mere lund mein current daud gaya," Abhay ki bhari aur mardana aawaz ne Trupti ka rom-rom jaga diya. "Wo emerald green dress wali selfie... main subah se use dekh kar pagal ho raha hoon. Tum usme kisi qatilana apsara jaisi lag rahi ho."
Trupti bed par halke se palat gayi, jisse uski satin nightie uski gori jaanghon (thighs) se kaafi upar sarak gayi. "Maine wo dress pehni toh thi... par sach bolun Abhay, pura waqt main sirf ye soch rahi thi ki kaash tum mere samne hote aur tum apne haathon se use mere jism se utaar dete."
Abhay ne call par ek gehri siskaari li. "Tum nahi jaanti Trupti, main tumhare saath kya karna chahta hoon. Main tumhe yahi, isi waqt bed par patak kar tumhare jism ke har inch ko choomna chahta hoon. Main tumhari un bhari chhatiyon ko tab tak choosna chahta hoon jab tak tum dard aur maze mein rone na lago. Main apni ungliyan tumhari us gili chut mein tab tak chalana chahta hoon jab tak tum dobara mujh par squirt na kar do."
Abhay ki ye dirty-talk sun kar Trupti ka jism tapne laga. Usne apne haath bedsheet par kaske bhich liye aur apne pair bed par phailaa diye. Wo dhire-dheere apne nipples ko nightie ke upar se hi sehlaane lagi, uski siskaiyan call par Abhay ko saaf sunayi de rahi thin.


"Abhay... mmmhhh... tum mujhe pagal kar doge," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha. "I love you, Abhay... tum mujhe wo feel karate ho jo aaj tak kisi ne nahi karaya. Main zinda mehsoos karti hoon jab tum mere baare mein aise baat karte ho."
"Tum sirf meri ho, Trupti," Abhay ne poore haq se kaha. "Koi aur tumhe aise mehsoos nahi kara sakta, aur na hi kisi aur ka haq hai tumhare is jism par. Tum mere liye bani ho."
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin, uska dimaag Abhay ki yaadon aur uski aawaz ke nashe mein dooba hua tha. Use bhool gaya tha ki wo kahan hai, kiska ghar hai. Uske liye sirf wo mardana aawaz aur uski apni hawas sach thi. Wo phone par Abhay se baatein karte-karte apni satin nightie ke upar se hi khud ko shant karne ki koshish karne lagi, uski siskaiyan aur gehri hoti gayi.
Us aazaad subah mein, Trupti Khanna ne poori tarah maan liya tha ki wo Abhay ki mohabbat aur uski hawas ki aadi ho chuki hai. Sanjeev office mein mushkilon se lad raha tha, par Trupti yahan apne aashiq ke sapno mein nangi hokar jhoom rahi thi.


Trupti ke jism mein Abhay ki baaton ne aisi garmi paida kar di thi ki ab sirf voice call se uska sabra jawab de raha tha. Usne bed par leti hui apni satin nightie ke straps ko halke se niche sarkaaya, uski saansein itni bhari thi ki phone ka speaker unhe saaf pakad raha tha.

"Trupti... mujhe tumhe dekhna hai," Abhay ki aawaz mein ek aisi bhookh thi jo phone ki screen cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab thi. "Main ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Dikhao mujhe wo khazaana jo kal raat se mere dimaag mein aag laga raha hai. Switch on the video, jaan."

Trupti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ek 42 saal ki Maa aur ek izzatdar biwi ke liye video call par nanga hona kisi paap se kam nahi tha, par Goa ki un raaton ne use itna bebaak bana diya tha ki ab ye 'rebellion' use nasha dene laga tha. Usne kaanpte hue haath se video icon par click kiya.






Screen par Abhay ka chehra chamka. Wo apne kamre mein nanga letha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wehshi chamak thi. Jaise hi usne Trupti ko pink satin nightie mein bed par bikhre hue baalon ke saath dekha, uske hothon se ek lambi siskaari nikal gayi.

"Ohhh my God, Trupti... tum toh qatil lag rahi ho," Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha.

Trupti ne sharmate hue apna phone thoda upar kiya. Usne apni nightie ka gala (neckline) thoda aur niche kheencha, jisse uske 38-inch ke bhari aur doodhiya boobs ka swel aur unki gahri cleavage poori tarah screen par dikhne lagi. Pink satin ke neeche uske nipples itni buri tarah akad chuke the ki wo kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ki koshish kar rahe the.

Abhay ne apna phone ek haath se pakda aur doosra haath niche sarkaaya. Trupti ne screen par dekha ki Abhay ne apna lund nikaal liya tha aur wo use tezi se mutthi mein bhar kar stroke kar raha tha. Ye dekh kar Trupti ki yoni (pussy) mein ek jhatka laga aur wo buri tarah gili ho gayi.

"Dekho Trupti... dekho ye tumhare liye kitna tadap raha hai," Abhay ne apna lund screen ke paas laate hue kaha. "Agar main wahan hota, toh main tumhe is bed par ulta leta deta. Main tumhare is pink kapde ko phaad deta aur tumhare in bhari pahaadon ko itni zor se choosta ki tumhare rone ki aawaaz poore ghar mein goonjti. Main tumhe itni be-rahmi se chodta ki tum Abhay-Abhay chillate hue behosh ho jaati."

Abhay ki ye wehshi dirty talk aur screen par uski mardangi ka pradarshan dekh kar Trupti poori tarah hosh kho baithi. Usne apna ek haath nightie ke andar daala aur apne ek boob ko kaskar masalne lagi. Doosre haath se usne nightie ko poori tarah upar utha diya. Uska nanga pet, uski gori jaanghein aur uski bina-panty waali nangi chut ab Abhay ke saamne thi.

"Yes... dikhao mujhe sab kuch!" Abhay ne guraate hue kaha, uska stroke aur tez ho gaya tha.

Trupti ne apne pair bed par poori tarah phailaa diye (spread legs). Usne apni do ungliyan apni raseeli aur tapakti hui chut ki darar par rakhi aur unhe andar-baahar karna shuru kiya.

"Ahhhhh... Abhay... mmmhhh... yes... ohhh!" Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uska dimaag Abhay ki aawaz aur uski ungliyon ki ragad ke beech kisi jannat mein pahunch gaya tha.

"Main tumhe piche se pakadta Trupti... main tumhare baal kheenchta aur apna pura danda tumhare andar utaar deta," Abhay lagataar bol raha tha, uska chehra hawas se laal ho chuka tha. "Chatunga main tumhe... tumhara saara ras pee jaunga."

Trupti ka jism ab jhadne (orgasm) ke bilkul kareeb tha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski yoni ki deewaron mein ek bhayanak tanaav paida ho raha hai. Use darr tha ki kahin uski siskaari bahar tak na chali jaye, isliye usne jaldi se apne sir ke paas rakha hua naram takiya (pillow) uthaya aur use apne muh mein daba liya.

"Aahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Takiye ke andar uski ek dabi hui par behisab jordaar cheekh nikal gayi. Trupti ka poora jism bed par akad gaya aur wo buri tarah thar-tharaane lagi. Uska 'squirting' orgasm itna intense tha ki uski nangi jaanghon ke beech se garm ras phoot kar bedsheet ko bhigone laga. Wo lagbhag 30 seconds tak usi halat mein tadapti rahi, uski aankhein chhat ki taraf pathrayi hui thin.

Screen par Abhay ne bhi apna aakhri stroke maara aur uska cum tezi se uchhal kar uske pet par phail gaya. Dono haanf rahe the, dono ke jism thake hue par ek gandi aur secret khushi se bhare hue the.

"I love you, Trupti... tumne mujhe nikaal diya," Abhay ne thaki hui aawaz mein kaha.

Trupti ne dhire se takiya apne muh se hataya. Uska chehra paseene aur sharam se laal tha, aur hothon par ek aaisi muskaan thi jo sirf ek gunehgaar aurat ke chehre par ho sakti hai.

"Me too Abhay... main tumhare bina ab jee nahi sakti," usne kaanpti aawaz mein kaha aur video call cut kar di.



Wo wahi bed par nangi leti rahi, uski satin nightie uske seene tak chadhi hui thi. Uska jism thanda ho raha tha, par dimaag mein ek hi khayal tha—ki wo Sanjeev ki biwi hokar apne bete ke bagal wale kamre mein ek jawan mard ke liye nangi hui thi. Ye nasha ab uski ragon mein zeher ki tarah ghul chuka tha.

Video call cut hote hi kamre mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi, jo Trupti ke kaanon mein seeti ki tarah baj rahi thi. Uska jism abhi bhi thar-thara raha tha aur uski nangi jaanghon ke beech ka geelapan bedsheet par ek thanda nishaan chhod raha tha. Kuch seconds pehle wo jannat mein thi, par jaise hi screen kaali hui, use reality ke thappad ne hila kar rakh diya. Usne dheere se apne sar ke neeche se takiya hataya aur uske neeche chhupa hua apna mangalsutra nikaal kar mutthi mein bhich liya.

'Hey Bhagwan, main kya banti ja rahi hoon?' Trupti ne chhat ko ghoorte hue socha, uski aankhon mein aansu tairne lage. 'Sanjeev mujhse itna pyaar karte hain, mujhpar itna bharosa karte hain... Rahul ko meri zaroorat hai, wo mujhe apni dost samajh kar mujhpar itna proud feel karta hai... par ye Abhay? Isne toh jaise mujhpar kabza hi kar liya hai. Maine aaj Sanjeev ke bedroom mein video par khud ko nanga kar diya... ek 21 saal ke mard ke liye.' Guilt ki ek bhari lehar uske seene mein uthi, par uske jism ka ek kone abhi bhi us gunehgaar maze ke liye tadap raha tha. Use pata tha ki wo galat raste par hai, par Abhay ka wo wehshi sparsh aur uski aawaz ka nasha use ek aisi aag mein jhonk raha tha jahan se wapsi namumkin thi.



Dopehar mein jab wo kitchen mein lunch bana rahi thi, toh uska dimaag baar-baar bhatak raha tha. Sabziyan kaatte waqt achanak uske dimaag mein ek khaufnaak aur kaamuk khayal aaya. Use aisa mehsoos hua jaise Abhay dabe paaon peeche se aaya hai aur usne uski satin nightie ko peeche se utha diya hai. Use laga jaise Abhay ke garm aur mazboot haath uski nangi kamar ko dabocha rahe hain aur wo use wahi kitchen counter par jhuka kar be-rahmi se chod raha hai. Is khayal ne Trupti ke jism mein aisi garmi paida ki ki uske haath se chaku (knife) chhootne hi wala tha. Wo wahi stool par baith gayi, uski saansein bhari ho gayi thin aur uski nightie ke neeche uski yoni phir se gili ho chuki thi. "Nahi Trupti... sambhal apne aap ko," usne khud se kaha, par uska dil jaanta tha ki wo ab poori tarah Abhay ki gulam ban chuki hai.



Shaam ke waqt Rahul ghar lauta. Sanjeev abhi office mein hi tha. Trupti abhi bhi us pink satin nightie mein hi thi, usne naha kar kapde badalne ki himmat nahi ki thi. Rahul ne darwaze se dakhil hote hi Trupti ko dekha aur uske hothon par ek aisi muskaan aayi jo Trupti samajh nahi paayi.

"Looking beautiful, Trupti... lagta hai aaj pura din aapne akelepan ko bohot enjoy kiya hai?" Rahul ne uske bilkul paas aakar kaha. Uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa 'knowing tone' tha, jaise wo jaanta ho ki Trupti ne pura din bistar par kya kiya hai.

Trupti sharam se laal ho gayi, use laga Rahul bas use 'Maa' ki jagah ek dost ki tarah compliment de raha hai. "Bas thoda relax kar rahi thi Rahul... tu thak gaya hoga, chai peeyega?" Rahul ne bas sar hilaya aur muskura kar apne kamre mein chala gaya. Rahul andar hi andar bohot khush tha. Usne dekha ki Trupti ki aankhon mein wahi madhoshi thi jo ek hawas se bhari aurat ki hoti hai. Wo jaanta tha ki Trupti ab vulnerable ho chuki hai aur uske masterplan ka agla hissa aur bhi asaan hone wala hai.



Raat ko Sanjeev thaka-haara ghar lauta. Usne Trupti ko gale lagaya aur uske maathe par ek thanda, naram kiss kiya. "Sorry Trupti... aaj ka din bohot kharab gaya. Kal shayad sab settle ho jaye, phir hum waqt bitayenge." Trupti ne bas ek jhoothi muskaan di aur use dinner serve kiya. Wo Sanjeev ke saath baithi toh thi, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Abhay ki wo 'dirty-talk' aur apne jhadne wali wo cheekh goonj rahi thi. Use Sanjeev ka sparsh thanda aur be-jaan lag raha tha.

Der raat jab Sanjeev gehri neend mein so raha tha, Trupti ne halke se apna phone check kiya. Abhay ka ek voice note aaya tha. Usne jaldi se earphones lagaye aur play kiya. Abhay ki bhari aur kaamuk aawaz uske kaanon mein goonji: "Trupti... aaj video par tumhare moans sun kar main abhi tak paagal hoon. Mujhse ab aur intezaar nahi hota... college khulte hi tujhe akele pa kar aisa chodunga ki tu hamesha ke liye sirf meri ban jayegi. Missing your body, baby."

Ye sunte hi Trupti ka jism ek baar phir aag ugalne laga. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske nipples kurti ke neeche sakht ho rahe hain. Tabhi Sanjeev ne karwat badli aur Trupti ka dum nikal gaya. Usne jaldi se wo voice note delete kiya aur phone side mein rakh diya. Uska dil kisi hathode ki tarah dhadak raha tha. 'Ye sab khatam hona chahiye... main barbaad ho jaungi,' usne khud se kaha. Par agle hi pal usne apni aankhein band kin aur Abhay ke chehre ko yaad karne lagi. Uska mann keh raha tha ki ye galat hai, par uska jism chilla raha tha ki use yahi chahiye. Goa ki aazaadi ne use ek aise raste par laa khada kiya tha jahan mangalsutra ki maryada aur hawas ki aag ke beech wo poori tarah jali ja rahi thi.

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Vacation khatam hone ko thi aur agle din Trupti aur Rahul ko wapas hostel nikalna tha. Ghar ki deewaron mein ek ajeeb si chuppi thi, par Trupti ke andar ek tufaan macha hua tha. Ek taraf Sanjeev ka wo purana, bharosemand pyaar tha, aur doosri taraf Abhay ki wo wehshi hawas, jisne Trupti ko ek 'College Girl' ki azaadi ka chaska laga diya tha.
Trupti apne bedroom mein suitcase khol kar packing kar rahi thi. Sanjeev office gaya hua tha, isliye wo akele mein apne kapde chunte hue lagataar Abhay ke baare mein soch rahi thi. Usne apni purani, boring cotton ki kurtiyaan ek taraf rakhi aur un kapdon ko nikaala jo usne Goa trip ke liye khareede the.
Usne wo emerald green silk dress uthayi jisme usne trial room mein selfie li thi. Us chamakdar kapde ko chhute hi use Abhay ki aawaz yaad aayi—"I want to suck your nipples through this silk." Trupti ka jism kaanp gaya. Usne suitcase mein sabse upar wahi kapde rakhe jo thode tight, thode deep aur zyada sexy the. Wo jaanti thi ki college pahunchte hi Abhay uspar toot padega, aur wo khud bhi us mardana aag mein jalne ke liye betaab thi.


Tabhi Rahul dabe paaon kamre mein dakhil hua. Trupti us waqt apni black lace wali lingerie (bra aur panty) ko fold karke suitcase ke ek secret corner mein chhupa rahi thi.
"Packing shuru ho gayi, Trupti?" Rahul ki aawaz sunkar Trupti buri tarah hichkichayi. Usne jaldi se ek kurti us lingerie ke upar daal di.
"Haan Rahul... kal nikalna hai na, toh socha thoda pehle hi tayyari kar loon," Trupti ne baal kaan ke peeche karte hue kaha. Uska chehra sharam se halka laal tha.
Rahul aahista se bed par baith gaya, uski nazrein suitcase par thin. "Maine dekha... aapne bohot saare naye aur 'bold' kapde rakhe hain. Lagta hai is baar college mein sirf padhai nahi hogi, kyun?" Usne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha.
Trupti ne nazrein chura li. "Kuch bhi bolta hai... wo toh bas Goa ke liye liye the, toh socha college mein bhi kaam aayenge."
Rahul ne aage badhkar suitcase se wahi emerald dress nikaali jo Trupti ne abhi rakhi thi. "Ye dress... Papa ne di thi na? Par mujhe lagta hai iska asli maza Papa nahi, koi aur hi lega." Usne kapde ko apne haath mein masla, jaise wo Trupti ke jism ko mehsoos kar raha ho. "Abhay ko ye bohot pasand aayegi. Uske haath jab is silk par phisalenge, toh aap phir se wahi moans nikaalengi jo main kal raat sun raha tha."
Trupti ka dum atak gaya. Rahul ki bebaaki use darr bhi de rahi thi aur ek ajeeb sa thrill bhi. Usne Rahul se wo dress jhatak kar wapas li. "Rahul, chup kar! Sanjeev aa jayenge."


"Papa office mein busy hain Trupti... wo toh hamesha busy hi rehte hain," Rahul ne khade hote hue kaha. "Aap packing kijiye. Bas dhyan rakhna... Abhay sirf aapke jism se khel raha hai, par main... main aapki rooh jaanta hoon." Rahul ne Trupti ke nange kandhe par apna garm haath rakha aur use halke se dabaya. Trupti ke jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Use mehsoos hua ki Rahul use support kar raha hai, par uski aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo Abhay ki aankhon mein hoti thi.
Rahul ke jane ke baad, Trupti ne suitcase band karne ki koshish ki, par usne mehsoos kiya ki uski yoni (pussy) phir se gili ho rahi hai. Usne apna phone check kiya. Abhay ka ek naya text tha: "Packing ho gayi? Ek aisi panty pack karna jo main ek hi jhatke mein phaad sakun. Kal tumhara intezar rahega, meri randi."
Trupti ne wo message padha aur uske nipples kurti ke neeche sakht ho gaye. Usne ek gehri saans li aur suitcase lock kar diya. Usne apni 'Maa' aur 'Biwi' wali image ko us suitcase ke bahar chhoda aur Abhay ke liye wahi 'College Girl' banne ki tayyari kar li jo hawas aur azaadi ke liye pagal thi.


Agli subah, Sanjeev ne unhe airport chhoda. Usne Trupti ko kaskar hug kiya. "Dhyan rakhna Trupti... aur padhai par focus karna. Rahul, apni Maa ka khayal rakhna." Trupti ne Sanjeev ki baahon mein hote hue bhi piche khade Rahul ki taraf dekha, jisne use ek 'knowing wink' maari.


Flight mein baithte hi, Trupti ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Har beet-ta kilometer use Sanjeev se door aur Abhay ke paas le ja raha tha. Usne earphones lagaye aur Goa wali wo playlist on ki jisme wo dirty songs the. Rahul uske bagal mein baitha tha, usne blanket ke neeche se Trupti ka haath pakda.
"Excited ho na, Trupti?" Rahul ne fusfusaya.
"Bohot..." Trupti ne dhire se kaha, apni aankhein band karke.
College ki hostel ki deewarein, wo sunsaan canteen ke kone, aur Abhay ka wo jawan, garm jism... Trupti Khanna ab wapas apni gunehgaar duniya mein laut rahi thi, jahan maryada ka koi mol nahi tha, sirf hawas ki aag thi. Rahul muskura raha tha—usne pendrive apni pocket mein mehsoos ki. Abhay ka downfall aur Trupti ki poori tarah se 'sharan' (submission) ab bas kuch hi dinon ki doori par thi.


Airport se bahar nikalte hi Goa ki wo thandi, namkeen hawa ab piche chhoot chuki thi aur uski jagah shehar ki bhari aur dhool bhari hawa ne le li thi. Par Trupti ke liye ye sirf ek shehar ki wapsi nahi thi; ye uski us gunehgaar azaadi ki wapsi thi jise wo pichle do dinon se Sanjeev ke saamne chhupa rahi thi. Taxi mein baithe-baithe wo baar-baar apne phone ki screen dekh rahi thi. Abhay ke messages ki baadh (flood) aayi hui thi—"Kahan pahunchi?", "Main gate par hoon," "Tumhe dekhe bina ek second aur nahi nikal raha."


Trupti ka dil kisi naye aashiq ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Usne apni high-neck kurti ke upar se apne gale ko sehlaaya, jahan Abhay ke nishaan ab puri tarah gayab ho chuke the, par uski rooh par Abhay ke sparsh ki chhaap abhi bhi taaza thi. Rahul bagal mein baitha khamoshi se khidki ke bahar dekh raha tha, par uski mutthi mein wo pendrive kassi hui thi jisme Abhay ki tabahi ka saaman tha.


Jab taxi hostel ke main gate par ruki, toh Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay wahan pehle se hi khada tha. Black t-shirt aur jeans mein wo itna mardana aur jawan lag raha tha ki Trupti ki saansein atak gayin. Jaise hi Trupti taxi se bahar nikhli, Abhay ne bina kisi sharam ya darr ke aage badhkar Trupti ko uski kamar se pakda aur hawa mein utha liya.



"Trupti! Tumhe pata hai maine tumhe kitna miss kiya?" Abhay ne gurrate hue kaha aur sabke saamne, hostel ke gate par hi, Trupti ke hothon par apne hoth jad diye.


Ye ek lamba, gehra aur behisab 'passionate' kiss tha. Trupti ne shuru mein thodi jhijhak dikhayi, par Abhay ki jeebh (tongue) ka nasha itna teevra tha ki usne apni baahein Abhay ke gale mein daal din aur poori taqat se uski jeebh ka jawab dene lagi. Unki laar (saliva) ek doosre ke muh mein mil rahi thi. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki Abhay ka sakht jism uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ko buri tarah daboch raha hai.



Wahan khade students unhe dekhkar seetiyan baja rahe the aur hooting kar rahe the, par Trupti ko kuch yaad nahi raha. Wo bhool gayi ki wo 42 saal ki ek Maa hai. Wo bhool gayi ki kal raat wo Sanjeev ki baahon mein thi. Is waqt wo sirf aur sirf Abhay ki 'College Girl' thi jise uska mard mil gaya tha.


Rahul taxi se apna saaman nikaalte hue ye sab dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag ki nasein phatne ko ho rahi thin. Uski Maa kisi sadak-chhap mard ke muh mein apni jeebh daal kar nangi hone ko taiyaar khadi thi. Rahul ke hothon par ek zehreli muskaan aayi. 'Chuse lo Maa... jitna chusna hai chus lo. Aaj ki ye 'reunion' wali chumban kal tumhare aansuon ki wajah banegi,' Rahul ne mann hi mann socha. Usne jan-bhoojh kar aage badhkar unhe interrupt kiya.


"Arre bhai Abhay! Pura jahan yahi nichod loge kya? Maidan saaf hai, andar chalo," Rahul ne ek cool aur doston wali tone mein kaha.


Abhay ne Trupti ko halke se chhoda, dono haanf rahe the. Trupti ka chehra tamtaya hua laal tha aur uski lipstick poori tarah phail chuki thi. "Sorry Rahul... control nahi raha," Abhay ne aankh maarte hue kaha aur Trupti ka suitcase utha liya.


Hostel ke andar dakhil hote hi Trupti ko apne kamre ki wahi purani mehak mehsoos hui. Ye kamra ab uska asli ghar ban chuka tha. Sanjeev ka wo aalishan bungalow ab use kisi jail ki tarah lagta tha, jahan use sirf 'Maa' aur 'Biwi' ban kar rehna padta tha. Yahan wo azaad thi.

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Guys, vacation khatam... ab asli game shuru!
Trupti ab hostel mein wapas aa gayi hai – Abhay ke saath wild reunion, Rahul ka revenge plan full swing mein, aur Sanjeev abhi bhi andhere mein.
Next semester mein bahut dhamaka hone wala hai – padhai se zyada hawas aur dhokha chalega ?
Stay tuned, agla part bohot heavy hoga! ?

See You next week....

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College ki pehli raat hostel ki deewaron mein ek ajeeb si bechaini lekar aayi thi. Goa ki azaadi ke baad hostel ke niyam Trupti ko kisi bedi (chains) ki tarah lag rahe the, par uska jism Abhay ki mardana garmi ke liye is qadar tadap raha ko wo koi bhi khatra uthane ko taiyar thi.



Raat ke 11 baje chuke the. Corridor mein light madham thi. Kriti, jo Trupti ki roommate aur uske har raaz ki saathi ban chuki thi, darwaze par peeth tikaye khadi thi. Usne corridor mein nazar maari aur Trupti ko ishaara kiya. Trupti ne dabe paaon hostel ke pichhle raaste ka chota darwaza khola jahan Abhay pehle se hi andhere mein chhupa khada tha. Bina ek shabd kahe, Trupti ne uska haath pakda aur use apne kamre ke andar kheencha.




"Dhyan rakhna Kriti," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha. Kriti ne bas ek shaitani muskaan di aur bahar 'lookout' ban kar khadi ho gayi.


Darwaza band hote hi kamre mein ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi, jo sirf un dono ki tez saanson se toot rahi thi. Abhay ne andhere mein hi Trupti ko deewar se sata diya. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein bhara.


"Trupti... tumhe pata hai ye do din mere liye kaise nikle?" Abhay ki aawaz thar-thar rahi thi, usme ek sachi tadap thi. "Main... main sach mein ro diya tha tumhe miss karte hue. Har waqt bas tumhara wo chehra, tumhari wo mehak mere dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Mujhe laga main pagal ho jaunga."


Trupti ka dil pighal gaya. Ek 21 saal ka jawan ladka, jo poore college ka hero tha, wo uske liye ro raha tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—Abhay ke liye wo sirf ek 'College Girl' thi jise wo dunya mein sabse zyada chahta tha. Use zara bhi ilm nahi tha ki jise wo baahon mein bhare hue hai, wo ek shadi-shuda aurat aur uske dost Rahul ki Maa hai.


"Main bhi Abhay... maine bhi sirf tumhare baare mein socha," Trupti ne fusfusaya aur Abhay ke hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.


Ye kiss tender tha, dhima tha, par dhire-dheere ye ek wehshi aag mein badalne laga. Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke muh mein kisi geeli aag ki tarah ghoomne lagi. Trupti ne apni baahein Abhay ke muscular gale mein daal din aur use apne aur kareeb kheencha.



Par unhe ye nahi pata tha ki is kamre mein sirf wo dono nahi the.


Hostel ke doosre kone mein, apne ladkon waale kamre mein, Rahul bed par leta hua tha. Uska kamra andhera tha, par uske haath mein pakde phone ki screen uske chehre par ek neeli aur khaufnaak roshni phenk rahi thi. Rahul ki aankhein fati ki fati thin.


Screen par Trupti ka room live dikh raha tha. Shital ne, jo Rahul ke masterplan ka hissa ban chuki thi, Goa se aane ke baad Trupti ke room mein ek behad chhota 'pinhole camera' plant kar diya tha, jiska access seedha Rahul ke phone par tha.


Rahul ne dekha ki kaise Abhay uski Maa ko deewar se chipkaye hue uske hothon ko be-rahmi se choos raha hai. Usne dekha ki kaise Abhay ka haath Trupti ki kurti ke neeche ghus kar uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ko masal raha hai. Trupti ka sir peeche ki taraf jhuka hua tha aur uske hothon se 'Abhay... Abhay...' ki madhosh siskaiyan nikal rahi thin.



Rahul ke jism mein ek ajeeb sa 'cuck' feeling (jalan aur hawas ka mishran) daud gaya. Uski apni Maa, kisi aur mard ke niche dabi hui, uske naam ki mala jap rahi thi. Rahul ka 6-inch ka lund uske underwear mein lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht ho gaya. Usne ek haath se apne lund ko masalna shuru kiya aur doosre haath se screen par Trupti ke nange hote hue jism ko ghoorne laga.


'Dekho... dekho kaise mere saamne meri Maa randi ban rahi hai,' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue socha. 'Abhay tujhe 'jaan' keh raha hai, par use ye nahi pata ki wo ek 42 saal ki aurat ko chod raha hai. Chhod le Abhay... jitna nasha karna hai kar le. Teri har chhuwan, tera har dhakka mere is phone mein record ho raha hai. Ye teri maut ka saboot hai.'


Udhar kamre mein, Abhay ne Trupti ki kurti upar utha di thi. Trupti ki black lace bra mein qaid uske bhari doodhiya boobs Abhay ke saamne nange hone ko betaab thi. Abhay ne Trupti ki gardan par apne daant gada diye, ek naya aur gehra 'love bite' dene ke liye.


"Ahhhh... Abhay! Sssssss..." Trupti ne bedsheet kaskar pakad li. Uski aankhein band thin, wo poori tarah se Abhay ki hawas mein doob chuki thi.


Abhay ne Trupti ko bed par lita diya aur uske upar haavi ho gaya. "Aaj raat... main tumhe bataunga ki maine tumhe kitna miss kiya hai Trupti. Aaj koi niyam nahi, koi dar nahi. Aaj tum sirf meri ho."


Rahul screen par ye sab dekh raha tha. Uska haath apne lund par tezi se chalne laga. Uski aankhon mein gussa aur hawas ka ek bhayanak toofan tha. Wo apni Maa ki zillat aur uski hawas ka tamasha live dekh raha tha. Semester ki pehli raat hi ek aise gunaah ki gawah ban rahi thi jiska anjaam poore college ko hila dene wala tha. Trupti apni 'college girl' wali pehchan mein doobi thi, Abhay apni mohabbat mein andha tha, aur Rahul... Rahul un dono ki tabahi ka script likh raha tha.

Kamre ke andar ki garmi ab bardaasht se baahar ho rahi thi. Abhay ne Trupti ki black lace bra ke hooks khole aur use jhatke se phenk diya. Trupti ke 38-inch ke vishal, doodhiya aur gudaaz boobs hawa mein aazaad hote hi halke se bounce hue. Raat ki madham roshni mein un gore pahaadon ki chamak dekh kar Abhay ki saansein kisi tez raftaar engine ki tarah chalne lagin.


Abhay ne bina deri kiye Trupti ki nighty bhi utaar di. Ab Trupti uske saamne poori tarah nangi thi, siwaaye us ek patli si thong ke. Abhay ne uske bhari seene ko apne dono haathon mein bhar aur unhe be-rahmi se masalne (rough boob play) laga.


"Ahhhh... Abhay! Dheere... mmmhhh!" Trupti ne siskaari li, par usne Abhay ko roka nahi.


Abhay uske nipples ko apne daanton se halke-halke kaat raha tha (boob bite), aur doosre haath se uske pet aur naabhi (navel) par garm kisses kar raha tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ki aankhon mein sirf hawas nahi, balki ek gehra junoon aur mohabbat thi. Wo uske liye sach mein tadpa tha. Trupti ko laga ki ye mard uski har khushi ke liye pagal hai, toh kyun na wo bhi use wo de jo usne aaj tak kisi ko nahi diya.



Na apne pati Sanjeev ko, na Rahul ko (unke purane gande khelon mein), aur na hi us darinde Vikki ko. Trupti ne ek bada faisla liya. Wo Abhay ko aaj wo 'charam sukh' dena chahti thi jo usne hamesha sirf filmon mein suna tha.


Usne Abhay ke baalon ko pakad kar use dheere se bed par bitha diya. Uska dil hathode ki tarah dhadak raha tha.


"Abhay..." Trupti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar bohot hi nervous aur thartharati aawaz mein fusfusaya, "Main jaanti hoon tumne mujhe bohot miss kiya hai. Main bhi tumhare liye tadpi hoon. Aaj... aaj main tumhare liye kuch aisa karna chahti hoon jo maine aaj tak kabhi nahi kiya."


Abhay ne haanfte hue use dekha, uska lund uski jeans ke andar phatne ko taiyaar tha. "Kya... kya keh rahi ho Trupti?"


Trupti ne halke se Abhay ki jeans ki zip neeche ki aur uske vishal hathiyar ko bahar nikaal liya jo lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua tha. Usne us sakht dande ko apne naram haath mein pakda aur Abhay ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar boli...


"Abhay... I want to taste you. Main... main ise apne muh mein lena chahti hoon."


Abhay ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Wo ek pal ke liye poori tarah shock tha. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki ye 'sophisticated college girl' itni bold request karegi. Uska chehra khushi aur hairani se chamak utha.


"Trupti... are you sure? Tumne... tumne sach mein pehle kabhi nahi kiya?" Abhay ne yakeen na karte hue pucha.


Trupti ne thoda sharmate hue, par ek ajeeb si himmat ke saath sar haan mein hilaya. "Haan Abhay... sirf tumhare liye. I want to feel all of you."


Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ye saara manzar apne phone ki screen par dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ek dhamaka hua.


'Kya?!' Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue aur apne lund ko kaskar masalte hue socha. 'Meri Maa... wo Sati-Savitri aurat jisne Papa ko kabhi muh nahi lagaya... wo aaj is Abhay ke lund ko chatne wali hai? Wo use 'taste' karna chahti hai?!'


Rahul ka jism jalan aur ek bhayanak excitement se kaanp raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa bed par apne ghutno (knees) par baith rahi thi, bilkul ek gulam (slave) ki tarah. Uski 38-inch ki bhari gaand hawa mein uthi hui thi aur uske gore boobs Abhay ke ghutno se takra rahe the.


Rahul ne screen par zoom kiya. 'Dekho... dekho kaise meri 'College Girl' Maa ab ek poori tarah se randi banne ki aakhri dehleez par hai. Abhay use nawaaz raha hai aur wo use bhagwan samajh kar uske aage jhuk rahi hai. Chuso Maa... aaj apne bete ke saamne apni izzat ka janaza nikaal do.'


Abhay ne Trupti ke sar ko thoda sa piche kheencha aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Toh shuru ho jao meri jaan... dikhao mujhe ki tum mujhse kitna pyaar karti ho."


Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur dhire-dheere apna muh khol kar Abhay ke us garam aur sakht hathiyar ki taraf badhne lagi. Semester ki pehli raat Trupti ke us 'sabse bade raaz' aur uski maryada ke hamesha ke liye dafan hone ka saboot banne wali thi.

Trupti ke ghutne hostel ki thandi zameen par tike hue the, par uske jism ke andar ek aisi aag sulag rahi thi jo usne 42 saal ki umar mein pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thi. Uske samne Abhay bed par baitha tha, uska chehra hairani aur behisab garv se bhara hua tha. Trupti ne ek baar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan usne apne liye wo junoon dekha jo use Sanjeev ki boring shaadi-shuda zindagi mein kabhi nahi mila tha.
Usne dhire se apna muh khola. Uska dil kisi chote bache ki tarah dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Usne Abhay ke us garam, 7-inch lambe aur lohe jaisa sakht lund ke tope (glans) par apni jeebh feri.
"Sssssss... Oh God, Trupti!" Abhay ne bedsheet kaskar mutthi mein daboch li.
Trupti ne pehla qadam uthaya. Usne poora topa apne muh mein bhar liya. Kyun ki ye uska pehla waqt tha, wo thoda anari (sloppy) thi. Uska thook (saliva) uske hothon ke kinaron se nikal kar Abhay ke lund ki shaft par phisalne laga.
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...


Kamre ki khamoshi mein ye gandi aur raseeli aawaazein goonjne lagin. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ka lund kitna garam aur naseela (veiny) tha. Usne apne dimaag mein un sab filmon aur baaton ko yaad kiya jo usne suni thin. Wo sirf 'chusaayi' nahi kar rahi thi, wo Abhay ko apna sab kuch samarpit (dedicate) kar rahi thi.
Usne dhire-dheere lund ko aur gehra lena shuru kiya. Uska gala thoda sa ruka, use halki si khansi aayi, par usne himmat nahi haari. Usne apne hothon ko kaskar lund ke chaaron taraf lapet liya aur ek vacuum banakar zor se khinchne (sucking) lagi.
"Ahhh... Trupti! Tum... tum toh pro nikli... mmmhhh!" Abhay pagal ho raha tha. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise ek itni 'classy' aur sundar aurat uske kadmon mein baith kar uske lund ki puja kar rahi thi.
Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ki halat kharab thi. Wo bed par leta, apne phone ki screen ko zoom karke dekh raha tha. Uska ek haath apne 6-inch ke lund par tha, jo underwear ko faadne ki koshish kar raha tha.
"Fucking bitch... meri Maa... ye kya kar rahi hai?" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue guraaya.
Rahul ke dimaag mein gussa aur jalan ka toofan tha, par uska sharir dhokha de raha tha. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise Trupti ka sar tezi se aage-piche ho raha tha. Trupti ke nange, 38-inch ke bhari boobs uski har movement ke saath upar-neeche uchhal rahe the. Un gore pahaadon ki thartharahat dekh kar Rahul ka stroke aur tez ho gaya. Use itna gussa aa raha tha ki wo uthkar Abhay ka gala daba de, par wo us screen se nazar nahi hata paa raha tha. Uski 'Maa' uske dost ke lund ko itni shiddat se chat rahi thi ki Rahul ko khud ki mardangi par shak hone laga.
Udhar Trupti ne ab naye style try karna shuru kar diye the. Usne lund ko muh se nikala aur apni jeebh se uski shaft ki ragon (veins) ko neeche se upar tak chat-na shuru kiya.
Slurp... mmmhhh... slurp...
"Abhay... tumhara swaad... kitna mardana hai," Trupti ne lund chat-te hue upar dekhkar kaha. Uski aankhon mein hawas ka nasha poori tarah utar aaya tha.
Usne phir se poora danda muh mein bhara aur apni hatheliyon se Abhay ki tatiyon (balls) ko sehlaane lagi. Abhay ki saansein ukhadne lagin. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko Trupti ke gale tak dhakelne laga.


"Yes... chuso use... meri randi ban kar chuso!" Abhay madhoshi mein chilla raha tha.
Trupti poori dedication ke saath us lund ko raund rahi thi. Usne lund ko muh se bahar nikaal kar uske tope ko apni gaalon se ragda aur phir zor se 'pop' sound ke saath use wapas andar le liya. Wo Abhay ko aaj wo maza dena chahti thi ki wo hamesha ke liye sirf Trupti ka gulam ban jaye.
Rahul ye sab live dekh kar pagal ho chuka tha. Uska haath apne lund par itni tezi se chal raha tha ki use dard hone laga tha, par wo ruk nahi sakta tha. Uski Maa ki ye 'sacred submission' uske liye sabse bada torture aur sabse bada nasha ban chuki thi. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise Trupti ka chehra Abhay ke lund ki laar se chamak raha tha.
Semester ki pehli raat ne Trupti ko ek naye aur behad gande raaste par daal diya tha, aur Rahul... Rahul apni hi Maa ki is gandi harkat ka sabse bada aur majboor gawah (witness) ban kar reh gaya tha. Trupti ne aaj saari maryadaein nichod kar Abhay ke kadmon mein phenk di thin.

Trupti ki pehli koshish ne Abhay ke dimaag ke saare parde hila diye the. Wo deewangi mein Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakde hue tha, uska jism har dhakke ke saath bed par uchhal raha tha. Trupti ne ab darr chhod diya tha; wo Abhay ke us garam aur sakht hathiyar ko apne gale ki gehraiyon tak utaar rahi thi.


Gluck... gluck... slurp...


Abhay ab bardaasht ki hadd paar kar chuka tha. Usne apni kamar ko tezi se chalana shuru kiya, Trupti ke muh ko kisi yoni (pussy) ki tarah be-rahmi se 'fuck' karne laga (deep blowjob). Trupti ki aankhon se halka sa pani nikalne laga, par usne muh bahar nahi nikala. Usne apne dono haathon se Abhay ki jaanghon ko pakad rakha tha.


"Ohhh fuck... Trupti! Main nikalne wala hoon... main andar hi chhod raha hoon!" Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.



Trupti ne ek pal ke liye bhi hichkichahat nahi dikhayi. Usne lund ko aur kaskar apne hothon mein dabocha aur apni aankhein band kar lin. Agle hi pal, Abhay ka jism buri tarah akad gaya aur usne garm veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan seedha Trupti ke gale mein daag din. 


Trupti ne ek-ek ghoont mehsoos kiya aur bina thooke, Abhay ka wo mardana nasha poori tarah nigal (swallow) liya. Usne aakhri baar lund ke tope ko apni jeebh se chaata (final lick), jaise wo apne mard ka har nishaan saaf kar dena chahti ho.


Abhay thaka-haara bed par piche ki taraf gir gaya. Usne apni zindagi mein bohot si ladkiyan dekhi thin, par Trupti jaisa samarpan (dedication) use kabhi nahi mila tha. Trupti haanfte hue uski baahon mein simat gayi (curled into his arms). Uska chehra paseene aur laar se chamak raha tha, aur hothon par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.


Abhay ne use kaskar hug kiya, uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Trupti ne apna sar uske seene par rakha aur dhire se boli, "Abhay... main jaanti hoon tum mujhe poori tarah chahte ho. Par... par mujhe thoda waqt chahiye. Main abhi us aakhri hadd (full sex) ke liye poori tarah taiyar nahi hoon. Mujhse jitna ho saka, maine aaj kiya... kya tum mere liye intezaar karoge?"


Trupti asal mein apni 'biwi' wali maryada ko ek patle dhaage se pakde hue thi. Use darr tha ki agar wo hostel mein hi sab kuch kar legi, toh wo Sanjeev ki nazron mein kabhi nahi uth payegi. Abhay ne uske maathe ko pyaar se chooma.


"Trupti, tumne aaj jo kiya... wo mere liye kisi bhi cheez se badhkar hai," Abhay ne bohot hi narm aawaz mein kaha. "Main tumhe force nahi karunga. Main tumhara intezaar karunga, kyunki main tumse sirf hawas nahi karta... Trupti, main tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon (I want to marry you one day)."


'Shaadi'... ye shabd sunte hi Trupti ke jism mein ek thandak daud gayi. Uska dimaag turant Sanjeev ke chehre par chala gaya—wo pati jo ghar par uska intezaar kar raha tha. Use ek pal ke liye bhayanak guilt mehsoos hua, par Abhay ki baahon ki garmi ne use wapas kheench liya. Use lag raha tha ki wo ek saath do jindagiyaan jee rahi hai.



Hostel ke doosre kamre mein, Rahul ye sab dekh aur sun raha tha. Uska haath apne lund par ruka hua tha, par uski aankhon mein jalan ki aag thi.


'Shaadi?!' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Abhay, tu ek 42 saal ki aurat se shaadi ke sapne dekh raha hai... aur Maa, aap use "I love you" bol rahi hain? Ek mard ka cum nigalne ke baad aapko shaadi ki baatein suhani lag rahi hain?'


Rahul ka gussa ab shaitani junoon mein badal chuka tha. Usne apne phone par wo saara video record kar liya tha—Trupti ka wo sloppy blowjob aur uske baad ki wo 'I love you' wali baatein.


Kamre mein, Abhay jane ke liye utha. Usne Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda aur wahan ek zor ka 'love bite' (hickey) chhod diya. "Ye nishaan sabko batayega ki tum meri ho," Abhay ne shaitani muskaan di.


"Ahhh... Abhay, ye dikhega!" Trupti ne sharmate hue kaha, par usne nishaan mitane ki koshish nahi ki.


Abhay dabe paaon kamre se nikal gaya. Trupti bed par akeli leti rahi, uski gardan par wo laal nishaan dard kar raha tha par use ek ajeeb sa garv mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne mangalsutra ke baare mein socha, Sanjeev ke baare mein socha, par phir Abhay ka cum nigalne ka wo nasha yaad kiya... aur ek gandi muskaan ke saath so gayi.



Rahul ne phone side mein rakha aur chhat ko ghoorne laga. Agli subah jab Trupti class mein jayegi, toh wo hickey poore college ke liye ek tamasha hogi... aur Rahul ke liye ek aur saboot. Semester ki pehli raat ne 'Maa' ki izzat ko hamesha ke liye ek gande raaz mein badal diya tha.

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Suraj ki pehli kiran jab hostel ki khidki se Trupti ke chehre par padi, toh usne ek gehri saans li. Raat bhar Abhay ke lund ka swaad aur uske diye hue 'love bite' ka dard uske jism mein ek naye nashe ki tarah ghula hua tha. Usne aaine mein dekha—uski gardan par wo laal-baingani nishaan (hickey) saaf chamak raha tha. Sanjeev ki biwi hoti toh shayad darr ke maare do dupatta lapet leti, par aaj wo Abhay ki 'Trupti' thi. Usne jan-bhoojh kar ek sleeveless deep-neck kurti chuni, jo uske 38-inch ke bhari aur doodhiya boobs ko itni kashish se ubhaar rahi thi ki uska cleavage ek gehri ghaati ki tarah dikh raha tha.


College ke corridor mein dakhil hote hi Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki logon ki nazrein uspar tki hain. Kal gate par jo 'reunion kiss' hua tha, uski khabar aag ki tarah poore campus mein phail chuki thi.
"Dekh, wahi hai na wo? Abhay ki nayi chhori... kya bomb lagti hai yaar," peeche se kisi ladke ki aawaz aayi. Trupti ne sun liya. Use sharam toh aayi, par uske andar ki aurat is 'public attention' se ek ajeeb si thirkan mehsoos kar rahi thi. Use lag raha tha jaise wo waise hi jawan hai jaisi 20 saal pehle thi.
Classroom mein Abhay pehle se hi peeche wali bench par baitha uska intezar kar raha tha. Jaise hi Trupti uske bagal mein baithi, Abhay ne uski sleeveless baazuon par apna garm haath rakha aur dheere se uski gardan ke us nishaan ko chhuna.
"Bohot pyaara lag raha hai ye nishaan tum par," Abhay ne lecture shuru hone ke beech uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Poori class dekh rahi hai ki tum meri amanat ho."
Professor lecture de rahe the, par bench ke neeche Abhay ka haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh par sarakne laga. Usne Trupti ki kurti ke side-slit se haath andar daal kar uske naram maans ko chutki (pinch) kaati.
"Abhay... koi dekh lega," Trupti ne dabi hui siskaari ke saath kaha, par usne uska haath hataya nahi.


"Dekhne do... aaj raat main tumhare is muh ka aur bhi bura haal karne wala hoon. Raat ko jo tumne kiya, uske baad main pura din sirf tumhare hothon ke baare mein soch raha hoon," Abhay ne gandi baatein karte hue Trupti ke kaan ki lo (earlobe) ko apne daanton se kaata. Trupti ka jism tapne laga, uski yoni (pussy) mein wahi geelapan phir se laut aaya jo usne raat ko mehsoos kiya tha.
Lecture khatam hua toh dono corridor mein baatein karte hue nikal rahe the. Tabhi saamne se Rahul aata dikha. Uske chehre par ek bohot hi 'innocent' aur 'friendly' muskaan thi, par uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak thi jo sirf wo jaanta tha.
"Hey guys! Kaise ho?" Rahul ne unse takrate hue (accidentally bump) kaha.
"Arre Rahul! Ekdum mast yaar," Abhay ne Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha.
Rahul ki nazar Trupti ki gardan par us hickey par padi, phir usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. "Maa... sorry, Trupti! Bohot khush lag rahi ho Abhay ke saath. Itni chamak toh Goa mein bhi nahi thi."
'Maa' shabd ka wo slip-of-tongue Abhay ke kaanon mein pada. Abhay thoda thithka. "Maa? Kya bol raha hai be?" Abhay ne haste hue pucha.
Rahul ne turant baat sambhali, "Arre nahi yaar, main keh raha tha 'Kya...'. Wo thoda zubaan phisal gayi. Main toh bas ye keh raha tha ki Trupti ka dhyaan rakhna, bohot 'delicate' hai ye." Rahul ne Trupti ko ek aisi nazar di jaise wo uska poora kachha-chittha jaanta ho. Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Use darr laga ki kahin Rahul sab ugal na de, par Rahul ne sirf ek beej (seed of doubt) bo diya tha.
Abhay hasne laga, "Don't worry Rahul, ye meri jaan hai. Iska dhyaan mujhse achha koi nahi rakh sakta."
Rahul wahan se nikal gaya, par uske jane ke baad Trupti ko thodi bechaini hone lagi. Use laga ki wo aur bhi zyada 'reckless' (be-lagaam) hoti ja rahi hai. Isi bechaini aur uttejna (excitement) mein, wo bahane se washroom gayi.
Andar jaakar usne darwaza lock kiya. Uska jism Abhay ki baaton se abhi bhi garam tha. Usne aaine mein dekha aur apni sleeveless kurti ke gale ko thoda aur niche kheencha. Usne phone nikala aur ek 'risky' selfie li—jisne uski black lace bra ka cup aur uske 38-inch boobs ka oopri hissa poori tarah dikh raha tha. Usne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp kar di.
Caption: "Class mein tumhare haath mujhe pagal kar rahe the... Abhi bhi ye tadap raha hai. See you in the library garden?"
Photo bhejte hi Trupti ke saare jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Wo jaanti thi ki ye galti hai, wo jaanti thi ki Rahul uspar nazar rakhe hue hai, par Abhay ki hawas ka nasha uske har dar se bada ho chuka tha.


Library ke peeche wale sunsaan garden ka waada ho chuka tha. Rahul apne laptop par wahi bathroom wali selfie live intercept kar raha tha (kyunki usne Trupti ke phone mein spyware dala tha). Usne wo photo dekhi aur apna lund underwear ke upar se hi kaskar pakad liya.
'Bohot jawan ho rahi ho Maa... Abhay ko bra dikha rahi ho?' Rahul ne guraate hue socha. 'Chalo, garden mein chalo. Aaj main tumhari is 'ashiqui' ka agla chapter khud apni aankhon se dekhunga.'
Semester ka pehla din ab ek naye gande khel ki taraf badh raha tha. Trupti ki maryada ab library ke pichhle sunsaan konon mein nilaam hone wali thi.
Library ke pichhle hisse mein bana ye garden aam taur par sunsaan hi rehta tha. Unchi-unchi jhaadiyon aur ghane pedon ki wajah se ye jagah premi jodon (couples) ke liye ek mehfooz thikana ban chuki thi. Trupti wahan pehle pahunch gayi thi, uska dil kisi dhamake ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Usne wahi bathroom wali selfie Abhay ko bheji thi aur ab use darr bhi lag raha tha aur ek ajab sa maza bhi aa raha tha.
Tabhi Abhay dabe paaon peeche se aaya aur usne Trupti ki patli kamar ko kaskar apni baahon mein bhar liya.
"Ahhh... Abhay!" Trupti halke se uchhal gayi.
"Wo selfie... Trupti, tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai," Abhay ne uske kaan ke peeche apni garm saansein chhodi. Usne Trupti ko ghumaya aur use ek ghane ped ke taane (trunk) se sata diya. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein bhara aur uske hothon par toot pada.


Ye kiss pehle se bhi zyada gehra aur bhookha tha. Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke muh mein kisi geeli aag ki tarah ghoom rahi thi. Trupti ne apni sleeveless baazuon ko Abhay ke muscular gale mein kaskar daal diya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski tight kurti ke andar uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs Abhay ke chaudey seene se buri tarah dab rahe hain. Abhay ne kiss todte hue Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda, wahi jahan usne raat ko apna nishaan chhoda tha.
"Tum meri ho Trupti... sirf meri," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Uska ek haath niche sarka aur usne Trupti ki kurti ke upar se hi uski maansal gaand (ass) ko kaskar daboch liya. Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li aur apna sar peeche ped se tika diya. Uska jism is jawan mard ki deewangi mein poori tarah pighal raha tha.
"Mmmhhh... Abhay, bas karo... hume baaki sabse milna hai," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, halanki uska mann nahi tha ki wo is garm aghosh (embrace) se bahar nikle.
Dono ne apne bikhre hue baal aur kapde theek kiye aur dabe paaon garden se bahar nikal kar canteen ki taraf badhe, jahan unka poora group—Pranay, Shital, Kriti aur Rahul pehle se hi baithe hue the.
"Oho! Dekho toh sahi, naye naye panchhi udte hue aa rahe hain," Pranay ne unhe dekhkar zor se chheda.
Trupti thoda sharmayi aur Abhay ke bagal mein baith gayi. Shital ne Trupti ki gardan par wo laal nishaan dekh liya tha aur usne ek shaitani aankh maari. "Goa ka hangover abhi tak utra nahi hai kya, Trupti?"
Trupti ne bas ek muskaan di aur table par rakhi thandi coffee utha li. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ka chehra abhi bhi thoda tamtaya hua tha aur uski kurti par kuch crease (salwatein) thi, jo batati thin ki garden mein kya hua hoga. Rahul ki aankhon mein wahi purani jalan thi, par usne ek 'cool' chehra banaye rakha.
"Chalo ab romance chhodon, ek important news hai," Kriti ne table par haath maarte hue kaha. "Agale hafte se College Fest shuru ho raha hai! Pura campus sajne wala hai aur bohot saare events hain."
"Suna hai is baar fest bohot bade level par ho raha hai," Pranay ne kaha. "Dance competitions, fashion shows aur sabse bada attraction—'The Grand Ball' aur DJ night."
Abhay ne Trupti ka haath table ke neeche pakda aur use kaskar dabaya. "Toh phir taiyar ho jao... is baar fest mein sirf hum hi hum honge. Trupti, tumhe mere saath dance competition mein part lena chahiye."
Trupti hairani se boli, "Main? Dance? Nahi-nahi Abhay, mujhse nahi hoga."
"Kyun nahi hoga?" Rahul ne achanak beech mein bola, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa tanz (sarcasm) tha. "Maa... sorry, Trupti ka rhythm toh Goa mein sabne dekha hi hai. Ye toh bohot acha naachti hain. Kyun Abhay?"
Abhay hasne laga, "Ekdum sahi kaha Rahul! Trupti, tum bohot graceful ho. Tumhe part lena hi hoga. Main tumhe sikhaunga."
Table par baaton ka silsila shuru ho gaya. Fest ki wajah se sab bohot excited the. Par Trupti ke dimaag mein ek darr baith gaya tha. Sanjeev shayad kaam mein busy honge, par Rahul yahan hai. Aur ye 'College Fest' ka matlab tha—raat-raat bhar ki practice, andhere auditorium aur Abhay ke saath aur bhi zyada akela waqt.


Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Usne apni pocket mein rakhi wahi pendrive aur phone check kiya. 'Fest... bohot acha mauka hai,' Rahul ne socha. 'Jab poora college bheed mein naach raha hoga, tab main Abhay ka wo purana video aur Maa ki ye gandi tasveerein ek saath leak karunga. Tab dekhta hoon ye "Grand Ball" mein kiske saath naachti hain.'
College ki hawa mein ab fest ki excitement ke saath-saath hawas aur dhokhe ki ek aur parat (layer) chadh gayi thi. Semester ab asli rukh modne wala tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha ki wo apni jawani jee rahi hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne fest ki lights ke neeche uski sabse badi ruswayi (disgrace) ka intezar kar rakha hai.


College Fest ki taiyariyon ne poore campus ko ek nasheeli bechaini mein lapet liya tha. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, par hostel ke common room mein sannata hone ka naam nahi le raha tha. Pranay, Shital, Kriti aur Rahul ek badi table ke chaaron taraf baithe list bana rahe the.
"Sun, Fashion Show mein toh Trupti aur Abhay ko 'Showstopper' hona chahiye," Kriti ne utsaah (excitement) mein kaha. "Inki chemistry dekh kar judges ke hosh udd jayenge."
Trupti wahan baithi muskuraye ja rahi thi, par uska dimaag kahin aur tha. Wo baar-baar Abhay ki taraf dekh rahi thi, jo aaj thoda khamosh lag raha tha. Abhay ne table ke neeche Trupti ka haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya—ek ishaara jo sirf wo dono samajhte the.
"Guys, tum log decide karo, main aur Trupti zara library se kuch notes lekar aate hain," Abhay ne achanak kaha aur khada ho gaya.
Rahul ne apni file se sir uthaya. Usne dekha ki Abhay ki aankhon mein aaj wo purani shaitani chamak nahi thi, balki ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Rahul ne kuch nahi kaha, bas ek thandi muskaan ke saath unhe jate hue dekha. Uske dimaag mein recording chalu thi—'Library? Is waqt? Chalo dekhte hain aaj kya naya raaz khulta hai.'
Library ke raste ko chhod kar, Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur use hostel ki sabse unchi chhat (rooftop) ki taraf le gaya. Raat ki thandi hawa unke chehron se takra rahi thi. Door shehar ki roshniyan tim-tima rahi thin, aur upar taaron bhara asmaan unke akelepan ka gawah tha.
Trupti ne railing ke paas khade hokar ek gehri saans li. "Abhay... yahan kyun laye? Sab niche hamara intezar kar rahe honge."
Abhay ne Trupti ko peeche se apni baahon mein bhar liya. Usne apna sar Trupti ke kandhe par rakha. Uska sparsh aaj 'rough' nahi tha, balki usme ek ajeeb si narmi aur 'dependency' thi.
"Trupti... tum jaanti ho sab mujhe 'College Hero' samajhte hain," Abhay ne dhire se kaha, uski aawaz hawa mein ghul rahi thi. "Sabko lagta hai ki meri life ek party hai. Par sach bolun... aaj jab sab fest ki khushiyan mana rahe the, mujhe andar se bohot khali mehsoos ho raha tha."
Trupti thithak gayi. Usne palat kar Abhay ka chehra dekha. Moon-light mein Abhay ki aankhein thodi nam (moist) dikh rahi thin. "Kya hua Abhay? Tum mujhse kuch bhi keh sakte ho."
Abhay ne ek thandi aah bhari aur railing par hath tika diye. "Mera bachpan... wo waisa nahi tha jaisa log sochte hain. Mere baap ke paas paisa bohot tha, par dil nahi. Unhone mujhe kabhi 'pyaar' se nahi dekha. Unke liye main sirf ek 'investment' tha jo unka naam roshan kare. Aur meri Maa..." Abhay ruka, uska gala bhar aaya tha. "Wo mujhe chhod kar tab chali gayin jab mujhe unki sabse zyada zaroorat thi. Dus saal ka tha main... jab wo kisi aur ke saath nikal gayin. Tab se, main har ladki mein sirf ek jism dhoondhta tha, taaki wo khali-pan bhar sakun."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo ek Maa thi, aur ek bete ka ye dard uske seene mein khanjar ki tarah utra. Use Sanjeev ki yaad aayi, jo kam se kam ek zimmedar baap toh tha.
"Par jabse tum meri life mein aayi ho..." Abhay ne Trupti ka haath kaskar pakda aur use apni aankhon mein dekhne par majboor kiya. "Pehli baar mujhe laga ki koi mujhe 'dekh' raha hai... sirf mere jism ko nahi, mujhe. Tumhare saath jab main hota hoon, toh mujhe wo bachpan wala darr mehsoos nahi hota. Tum pehli insaan ho Trupti, jisne mujhe 'Seen' (mehsoos) karaya hai. Main... main sach mein tumse bohot mohabbat karne laga hoon."


Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo Abhay ko sirf ek jawan 'aashiq' samajh rahi thi, par wo toh ek zakhmi bacha tha jo pyar ke liye taras raha tha. Usne Abhay ko kaskar gale laga liya. Is waqt unke beech hawas nahi thi, balki ek gehra jazbaati judaav (emotional connection) tha.
'Main kya kar rahi hoon?' Trupti ne socha, uska dimaag ghoom raha tha. 'Kya ye sirf lust hai? Kya main sirf iske jawan jism ke liye pagal thi? Nahi... mujhe isse mohabbat ho rahi hai. Par mera ye jhooth... meri ye asliyat... agar ise pata chala ki main ek shadi-shuda aurat hoon aur Rahul ki Maa hoon, toh ye toot jayega.'
Rahul niche apne kamre mein baitha tha, laptop par unki aawazein sun raha tha (usne Trupti ke phone mein jo mic bug dala tha, usse). Abhay ki vulnerability sun kar Rahul ko gussa bhi aaya aur ek shaitani maza bhi.
'Bechara Abhay... apni Maa ka dukh meri Maa ki godh mein ro kar nikaal raha hai,' Rahul ne guraate hue socha. 'Tujhe lagta hai wo tujhe "dekh" rahi hai? Wo sirf tujhe "use" kar rahi hai apni jawani wapas pane ke liye. Aur Trupti... aap toh sach mein pighal gayin. Ek emotional kahani kya sunayi, aapne apni maryada hi bhool li.'
Chhat par, Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon par ek bohot hi naram aur lamba chumban (kiss) kiya. Ye kiss Goa wali hawas se alag tha; ye ek waada tha.
"Main tumhe kabhi khone nahi dunga, Trupti," Abhay ne fusfusaya.
Trupti ne apna sar uske seene par rakh diya, par uske dil ki dhadkan use dara rahi thi. Guilt aur Ishq ka ye mishran use barbaadi ki taraf le ja raha tha. Wo jaanti thi ki ye 'Paradise' hamesha ke liye nahi hai, par is waqt wo Abhay ki baahon mein sab bhool jana chahti thi.
Semester ka fest ab sirf dance aur music ka tamasha nahi reh gaya tha. Trupti ke liye ye uski rooh aur uski asliyat ke beech ki ladai ban chuka tha. Aur Rahul... wo bas sahi waqt ka intezar kar raha tha jab ye emotional gubaara phate aur sab kuch kachre mein mil jaye.

Chhat par raat ki khamoshi aur gehri ho gayi thi. Abhay ke chehre par asman ki chandni ek ajeeb sa dard uker rahi thi. Trupti ne uski railing par kasi hui mutthiyon par apna naram haath rakha, mehsoos kiya ki wo thand se nahi, balki kisi andarooni khauf se kaanp raha hai.
"Tumne ye sab mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya, Abhay?" Trupti ne bohot hi naram aawaz mein pucha.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li aur Trupti ki taraf mud gaya. "Kyunki main darta tha Trupti... darta tha ki agar maine apni ye kamzori dikhayi toh tum bhi mujhe ek 'bechara' samajh kar chhod dogi. Par pichle kuch dinon se mera dimaag phatne ko ho raha hai. Kuch din pehle... Papa ko heart attack aaya tha. Bohot serious halat thi."
Trupti ki aankhein hairat se phail gayin. Abhay ne aage kaha, "Wo bach toh gaye, par hosh aate hi unhone phir se wahi kaam, wahi business aur wahi purani duniya pakad li. Unhe zara bhi parwah nahi hai ki unka beta kis haal mein hai. Mujhe lagta hai ki agar kal unhe kuch ho gaya, toh is poori duniya mein mera kehne wala koi nahi bachega. Main bilkul akela reh jaunga, Trupti. Kabse ye darr mera mann andar hi andar kha raha hai."
Abhay ne Trupti ke dono haath kaskar pakad liye, jaise wo koi doobta hua insaan ho aur Trupti ek sahara. "Par tum... jabse tum mere paas aayi ho, mujhe lagne laga hai ki shayad meri kismat itni bhi buri nahi hai. Mujhe ek umeed mehsoos hoti hai ki tum mere saath hamesha rahogi. Tum rahogi na, Trupti? Forever?"
Trupti ka seena garv aur dard ke mishran se bhar gaya. Uske liye ye ab sirf ek 'affair' nahi reh gaya tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan ek chota bacha tha jo sirf chahta tha ki koi use kabhi na chhode. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki wo is jawan mard ki 'zaroorat' ban chuki hai. Usne Sanjeev ke baare mein socha, apne ghar ke baare mein socha, par Abhay ki ye tadap us par haavi ho gayi.
"Main yahi hoon, Abhay... main kahin nahi ja rahi," Trupti ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein bhara. Usne aage badhkar Abhay ke hothon par ek bohot hi naram aur dhima chumban (soft kiss) kiya. Ye kiss Goa wali us hawas se bilkul alag tha. Isme koi jaldbaazi nahi thi, koi roughness nahi thi. Isme sirf ek waada tha aur sukoon tha.
Abhay ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur Trupti ke hothon ka wo nasha mehsoos karne laga. Uska darr dhire-dheere kam hone laga aur uska jism relax hua. Trupti ne use kaskar gale laga liya, uska sar apne 38-inch ke bhari aur naram boobs ke beech chhupa liya, jaise wo use duniya ki har burayi se bacha legi.
Niche apne kamre mein, Rahul ye sab sun kar gusse se laal ho chuka tha. Usne laptop ki screen par ghunsa maara.
'Emotional drama! Mother-figure ban rahi hain aap uske liye,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Trupti Khanna, aap itni kamzor kaise ho sakti hain? Usne do aansu kya bahaye, aapne apni maryada ke saath-saath apna dimaag bhi uske kadmon mein rakh diya. Forever? Forever kuch nahi hota Maa... especially jab aapki asliyat ka bomb phatne wala ho.'
Rahul ko jalan is baat ki nahi thi ki Abhay unhe chod raha hai, balki is baat ki thi ki Abhay ab Trupti ke 'dil' mein jagah bana raha tha. Rahul jaanta tha ki agar Trupti emotionally Abhay se jud gayi, toh use wapas lana namumkin hoga.


Chhat par, Abhay thoda shant hua. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur ek halki si muskaan di. "Thank you, Trupti. Tumhe bata kar mera bozo (burden) bohot kam ho gaya hai. Chalo, ab niche chalte hain, warna Rahul aur Kriti shuru ho jayenge."
Dono dabe paaon niche laute aur common room mein dakhil hue. Rahul wahi betha tha, usne unhe aate dekha. Trupti ka chehra nahaaya hua lag raha tha, usme ek naya 'resolve' (faisla) dikh raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ne Abhay ka haath thoda zyada kaskar pakda hua tha.
"Mil gaye notes?" Rahul ne ek thandi muskaan ke saath pucha.
"Haan... mil gaye," Abhay ne relax hokar kaha aur kursi par baith gaya.
Table par fest ki list dobara shuru hui. Sab log events decide kar rahe the, par Trupti aur Abhay ke beech ab ek aisa raaz tha jo unhe baki sabse alag kar raha tha. Trupti ne decide kar liya tha ki wo fest mein Abhay ka har tarah se saath degi, chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe. Wo uske 'loneliness' ko mita dena chahti thi.
Par Rahul ki pocket mein rakhi wo pendrive ab aur bhi zyada bhari mehsoos ho rahi thi. 'Fest aane do Maa... jab Abhay ki asliyat aur aapka ye ganda raaz poore college ke saamne aayega, tab dekhta hoon ye "Forever" wala waada kahan jata hai.'
College ki deewaron ke beech ab sirf hawas nahi, balki ek gehri aur khatarnak mohabbat janm le chuki thi—ek aisi mohabbat jo Trupti ko uski tabahi ki taraf le ja rahi thi. Fest ki countdown shuru ho chuki thi, aur Rahul ka shaitani dimaag ab aakhri vaar ki tayyari kar raha tha.


Hostel ke kamre mein sannata tha, par Trupti ke dimaag mein sawalon ka ek bhayanak shor macha hua tha. Wo bed par leti chhat ko ghoor rahi thi, uski ungliyan aahista se uski gardan par bane us laal nishaan (hickey) ko sehla rahi thin jo Abhay ne bade haq se chhoda tha. Raat ki thandi hawa khidki se andar aa rahi thi, par Trupti ka jism Abhay ki yaadon ki aanch mein tap raha tha.
Usne karwat badli aur drawer se wo mangalsutra nikaala jise usne chhupa kar rakha tha. Kaali motiyon ki wo kadi uske haath mein bhari mehsoos ho rahi thi—wo Sanjeev ki nishani thi, uski maryada ka pehra thi. Par wahi doosre haath par Abhay ka diya hua wo silver bracelet chamak raha tha, jo use uski 'College Girl' wali azaadi ki yaad dila raha tha.
'Abhay ne "Forever" kaha...' Trupti ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhon mein bechaini thi. 'Par mera "Forever" toh Sanjeev ke saath bandha hua hai. Abhay mujhse shaadi ke sapne dekh raha hai... use lagta hai main ek jawan, akeli ladki hoon jiske paas khone ko kuch nahi hai. Use kya pata ki main usse umar mein dugni hoon... main Sanjeev ki biwi hoon aur uske dost Rahul ki Maa hoon.'


Trupti ko wo pal yaad aaya jab usne Abhay ke lund ko apne muh mein liya tha. Wo mardana nasha, wo garmi, aur wo ehsaas ki koi use itni shiddat se chah raha hai—ye sab use ek addiction ki tarah lagne laga tha. Use Abhay ke dhakke, uski roughness aur uska wo 'dominant' andaaz pasand tha. Uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs abhi bhi us kasak ko mehsoos kar rahe the jo Abhay ke haathon ne chhodi thi.
Par asliyat ek zeher ki tarah uske dimaag mein ghul rahi thi. 'Jab ye college khatam hoga... tab kya? Kya main Abhay ko chhod kar wapas Sanjeev ki un thandi aur boring raaton mein laut jaungi? Kya main phir se wahi "Maa" ban kar reh jaungi jo sirf kitchen aur ghar ke kaamon mein simat jati hai? Main Abhay ke bina kaise rahungi?'
Ek taraf uska ghar tha, uski izzat thi, uska pati tha... aur doosri taraf ek aisa aashiq jo uski rooh tak utar chuka tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha jaise wo ek aisi naav (boat) par sawar hai jo beecho-beech phans chuki hai. Agar wo Abhay ko sach batati hai, toh wo use kho degi—Abhay shayad usse nafrat karne lage. Aur agar wo sach nahi batati, toh wo har pal ek jhooth jee rahi hai.
'Mujhe uske jism ki aag chahiye, mujhe uska pyaar chahiye... par main apni asli zindagi nahi chhod sakti,' Trupti ne takiye ko kaskar pakad liya, uski siskariyan dabi hui thin. 'Main ek aisi aurat ban gayi hoon jo din mein maryada ki baatein karti hai aur raat ko apne bete ke dost ke lund ka swaad leti hai. Main kahan ja kar rukungi?'
Usne aankhein band kin toh use Abhay ka wo bacha-jaisa chehra yaad aaya jab wo apni Maa ke baare mein ro raha tha. Usne Trupti mein apni 'manzil' dhoond li thi, par Trupti toh khud bhatki hui thi. Guilt aur Lust ka ye mishran use andar hi andar nichod raha tha.
Rahul apne kamre mein baitha screen par Trupti ki ye bechaini dekh raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise Trupti kabhi mangalsutra ko dekhti hai aur kabhi Abhay ke bracelet ko. Rahul ke hothon par ek krur (cruel) muskaan aayi.
'Confusion mein ho na Maa? Sahi bhi hai... do-do mardon ka nasha sambhalna asaan nahi hota,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Aap Abhay ke "Forever" se darr rahi hain, kyunki aap jaanti hain ki main aapka "Forever" bigadne wala hoon. Aap usse mohabbat kar rahi hain, par aapka ye "pyaar" hi aapki sabse badi kamzori banega.'
Raat guzar rahi thi, par Trupti ki kashmakash khatam hone ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Wo is 'Double Life' ke nashe mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki ab saans lena bhi dushwar tha. Use pata tha ki fest aane wala hai, bheed hogi, hungama hoga... aur shayad wahi wo waqt hoga jab uski ye jhoothi jannat hamesha ke liye bikhar jayegi. Par filhal, wo sirf Abhay ke un garm haathon ko yaad karke khud ko is dard se nikaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ek married aurat aur ek jawan ladke ke beech ki ye jung ab ek naye aur khatarnak mod par pahunch chuki thi, jahan dil aur jism ke beech koi samjhauta namumkin lag raha tha.

[Joker44]

Hey Readers!

Ab tak aapne dekha ki Trupti kaise apni "Double Life" mein phans chuki hai. Goa ki azaadi ne use ek naya janam toh diya, par ab wahi azaadi uski sabse badi musibat ban rahi hai.
THE BIG POLL: Trupti ka "Real Hero" kaun hona chahiye?
Main chahta hoon ki aap comments (ya feedback) mein batayein ki aap is story ko kis taraf jate hue dekhna chahte hain:

1. TEAM ABHAY (The Romantic Redemption): Kya Trupti ko apni purani boring zindagi aur Sanjeev ko chhod kar Abhay ke saath ek "risky" par sacha future dekhna chahiye? Kya ek 42 saal ki Maa aur 21 saal ke ladke ki ye "forever" wali mohabbat kamyab ho sakti hai?
   
2. TEAM RAHUL (The Mastermind Control): Ya phir Rahul ko puri tarah se control lena chahiye? Rahul, jo Trupti ke har raaz ko jaanta hai aur use blackmail aur hawas ke zariye apni "personal property" banana chahta hai. Kya aap chahte hain ki Trupti ka "asli mard" uska apna beta Rahul bane?
   

Rahul's Masterplan: The Vicky Video Leak
Dhyan rahe, College Fest aa raha hai aur Rahul ne apna sabse bada patta (card) abhi tak nahi khela hai. Uska plan ekdum clear hai:

• Fest ki bheed aur hungame ke beech, wo Vikki ka wo ganda video leak karne wala hai.
  
• Isse na sirf Vikki ki reputation tabah hogi, balki college ka mahol itna kharab ho jayega ki Trupti aur Abhay ka romance bhi khatre mein aa jayega.
  
• Jab sab bikhar raha hoga, tab Rahul "savior" ban kar aayega aur Trupti ko puri tarah se apne niche dabayega.
  
  

Aapke thoughts kya hain? Trupti ko kiske saath hona chahiye—Abhay ka "Pyaar" ya Rahul ka "Control"? Apni rai zaroor dein, kyunki aapke responses hi tay karenge ki aage jake story kiske direction mae turn kregi.

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[Joker44]

Important Note for my Readers

Dosto, sabse pehle toh itna pyaar aur support dene ke liye bohot bohot shukriya! Aap log story padh rahe ho aur apne thoughts share kar rahe ho, wahi mere liye sabse badi baat hai.
Main is story ke baare mein kuch baatein clear karna chahta hoon:

• Story ki Shuruat: Ye ek purani story thi jise original writer ne beech mein hi chhod diya tha. Jab maine ise shuru kiya, toh shuruat ke chapters mein maine wahi theme rakha jo original writer ka tha (3 heroes aur 1 heroine).
  
• Mera Change of Plan: Original writer ka sochna tha ki heroine ko college ki 'slut' dikhaya jaye, par mujhe wo idea sahi nahi laga. Isliye Jungle Camp wale part ke baad, maine story ko puri tarah apni imagination se likhna shuru kar diya hai.
  
• No Boring Tropes: Main is story ko sirf dikhane ke liye 'cuckoldom' ya 'incest' mein nahi dalunga, kyunki usse story repetitive aur boring ho jati hai. Mera thought kisi ek side ko khush karna nahi hai.
  
• Realism aur Ending: Main is story ko ek proper climax aur perfect end dena chahta hoon. Mera focus ye hai ki agar aisi situation asli zindagi (real life) mein ho, toh log kaise react karenge aur kya hoga. Main story ke saath imandaar rahunga.
  

Saath bane rahiye, kahani abhi aur interesting hone wali hai! Thank you again for all your love.

[Joker44]

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