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Chapter 47: Girls Trip - Enter Mona (Part 3)

Karma Club, Mumbai
10 PM
Mona's Perspective

Posh club tha. Disc section. Flickering disco lights. Baaki dark. Cosy. Loud seductive music. Bass feel ho raha tha body mein.

Hum chaaron dance floor pe the. Main. Pooja. Siya. Aur Manav. Dancing. Drinking. Fun kar rahe the.

Maine pehna tha—tight red bodycon dress. Short hem. Lekin main phir bhi dono se zyada modest thi. Pooja ka one piece? Loose thin shoulder strips. Risky slit bottom mein. Uski thigh dikh rahi thi. Siya? Woh toh... woh tube top mein thi. Hot pants. Bare stomach. Bare shoulders. Youthful energy. Sexy diva on dance floor. Confident. Woh jaanti thi woh sexy lag rahi thi. Aur woh carry kar rahi thi woh look.

*Pooja,* maine socha, *what have you done to my little sister? Kuch mahino mein hi? Yeh wohi Siya hai? Shy? Innocent?*

Aur wahan tha Manav. Sharp dressed. Dancing happily. Enjoying the club. The music. Uski aankhein... busy nahi thi hume undress karne mein. Woh different tha. Aman, Vikram, even Sumit—koi bhi aisa nahi tha. Woh sab... woh sab dekhte the. Evaluate karte the. Lekin Manav? Woh bas enjoy kar raha tha.

Poor guy. Drinks laane ke liye crowd mein push kar raha tha. Back and forth. Hamare liye.

Pooja aur Siya saath dance kar rahe the. Quite close. Bohot close. Kya main... kya main apni hi behen se jealous ho rahi thi?

Pooja ne Siya ko kuch whisper kiya. Siya chali gayi. Manav ko company dene. Lonely Manav. Pooja ne finger wave ki. Mujhe. Aane ke liye.

Main gayi. Ab Pooja aur main... practically glued. Uske haath mujhe caress kar rahe the. Wild party nights. Pehle bhi kiye the. Lekin mera focus... mera focus shift ho raha tha. Siya aur Manav pe.

Manav gentleman ho sakta hai. Lekin woh warm blooded man bhi tha. Aur Siya... uske saath kaise dance kar rahi thi. Uske moves. Uski body brush kar rahi thi uske against. Woh bound tha grab karne ke liye. Aur usne kiya. Grab kiya. Uski waist pe. Pull kiya. Close.

Uski galti nahi thi. Lekin woh... woh meri little girl thi. Meri behen. I need to save her.

*"Let's go towards sitting arena,"* maine kaha. Sabko. *"Let's eat and drink therein. Thoda baith ke baat karte hain."*

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 47: Girls Trip - Enter Mona (Part 4)

**Mona's Perspective**

12 AM. Club band hone wala tha. Hum sab tipsy the. Thake hue. Dance aur fun se. Lekin abhi bhi... abhi bhi woh energy thi. Woh garmi.

Manav ne kaha, *"I should move to my stay in IIT campus. Bahut late ho gaya hai."*

Pooja ne uska haath pakda. Insist kiya. *"Nahi, please. Come back to hotel with us. Thodi der aur. Please, Jiju."*

Manav ne socha. Phir kaha, *"Theek hai. Will adjust. 3 girls can share a room. You can have another one. Will drink and chat some more. Lekin... lekin main comfortable rahunga?"*

*"Haan, haan,"* Pooja ne kaha, excited. *"We will manage. Tum bas chalo."*

Aur hum... hum uski baat maan gaye. As usual. Pooja ki baat hum hamesha maante the.

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**1 AM**

Sab meri room mein baithi hui the. Kisi ne kapde nahi change kiye. Wohi club wale kapde. Pooja ka risky slit wala dress. Siya ka tube top. Mera red bodycon. Aur Manav... Manav abhi bhi sharp lag rahe the.

Kya bakwaas kar rahe the, hum khud nahi jaante the. Gibberish. Random. Lekin has rahe the. Enjoy kar rahe the.

*"I am too much tired,"* Siya ne kaha, haath uthate hue. *"I am going to sleep. Neend aa rahi hai."* Usne Pooja se key card liya. Uthki. Aur chali gayi. Apne room ki taraf.

Ab... ab sirf main. Pooja. Aur Manav. Teen log. Ek room mein. Akeli.

*"Tonight was fun,"* Pooja ne kaha, leaning back. Uski dress ka slit aur upar ho gaya. Thigh zyada dikh rahi thi.

*"Just like old days,"* maine kaha, smiling. Yaadon mein kho gayi. College ki wild raatein.

*"No,"* Pooja ne kaha, suddenly sharp. Serious. *"Not like old days. Such parties back then... they ended up differently. Kisi guy ke bed mein. Ya phir... agar koi nahi hota tha... we both eating each other. 69. Hours tak. Lekin ab? Ab we are married. Respectable ladies. Samajh rahi ho?"*

*"Pooja,"* maine kaha, ghabraate hue. Nervous. *"You have drank too much. Zyada ho gaya. Control."* Mere ears laal ho rahe the. Garam. Woh kya keh rahi thi Manav ke saamne?

*"I am not drunk,"* usne kaha, loud. Almost shouting. *"Main saaf bol rahi hoon. Is it not true? And why pretending to Manav? Both of you... you both had seen me naked. Had made me orgasm. Coorg mein. Yaad hai? To kya hua? Sach hai na? Hide kyun karna?"*

Woh clearly drunk thi. Beyond limit. Aur hum dono... uncomfortable ho rahe the. Manav ne nazar jhukayi. Main... main kya bolu?

Manav ne finally kaha, soft. Gentle. *"Let's end the night. Bahut ho gaya. We should sleep."*

*"Yes,"* maine kaha, jaldi se. Relief mein. *"Let me take Pooja to her room. You... you rest in mine. Yahin. Isi room mein."*

Manav ne poochha, confused. *"You want to change clothes? Kapde change nahi karogi?"*

*"Let me drop her first,"* maine kaha, Pooja ko uthate hue. *"I will come back to change. Thodi der mein. Wapas aaungi."*

Lekin... lekin main janti thi. Main Siya ke kapde le sakti thi. Pooja ke bhi. Hell, main naked bhi so sakti thi doosre room mein. To phir kyun? Kyun kaha wapas aane ko? Khud nahi jaanti thi. Lekin kuch tha. Kuch... kuch pull kar raha tha mujhe. Us taraf.

Aur wahan thi main. 1 AM. Raat. Andhera. Hotel ka corridor khali. Silence.

Uske room pe knock kar rahi thi. Technically... technically mera hi room tha. Lekin ab uska. Manav ka.

Door khulega toh kya hoga? Pata nahi. Lekin main... main ruk nahi pa rahi thi.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 47: Girls Trip - Enter Mona (Part 5)

Mona's Perspective

Main andar gayi. Manav... woh boxers mein tha. Koi spare clothes nahi the. Mere inner thoughts—*"He could have waited. Yeh show of skin... yeh sab mere liye?"*

Maine apne night clothes uthaye. Bathroom mein gayi. Apna one piece side se khola. Wahan khadi rahi. Mirror mein dekhti hui. Apni gorgeous body. Lingerie mein. Confused. Kya chahiye mujhe? Body kuch keh rahi thi. Mind kuch aur.

Gentle knock. Manav. *"Let me come in,"* uski awaaz seductive thi. Lekin asking. Not dominating. Unlike Aman. Unlike Vikram.

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Lock unclick kiya. Woh andar aaya. Dono apne inners mein. Sirf dekh rahe the ek doosre ko. Minimal dialogue. Silence mein bhi baat ho rahi thi.

Maine ice break kiya. *"I don't know why I'm here like this in front of you. I am just tired. Confused. Kuch samajh nahi aa raha."*

Manav ne aage aaya. Hug kiya front se. *"Let me take care of you,"* usne kaha. Gentle. Soft.

Mere eyes pe kiss kiya. Phir lips pe. Slowly. Softly. Caressing. Alag tha. Sab alag tha.

Mera haath pakda. Bed pe le gaya. Neeche baithaya. Apne knees pe.

Mere panties utari. Neeche gaya. Uska mouth... mere legs ke beech. Hidden. The famous tongue. Woh "magical tongue" ki stories sach thi.

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**The Act:**

Usne khaaya mujhe. Slow. Patient. Lick. Inside. Tongue deep. Wet. Pussy dripping. Main moan kar rahi thi. *"Manav... Jiju... please... aur..."* Control nahi tha. Sirf pleasure. Sirf woh. Uske tongue ne mujhe pagal bana diya. Minutes. Hours. Pata nahi. Bas orgasm aa gaya. Hard. Intense. Vikram se alag. Sumit se alag. Gentle. Deep.

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**Ending:**

Woh upar aaya. Mujhe apni baahon mein liya. Bra gayi. Uske boxers bhi. Lekin koi naughtiness nahi. Just comfort. Naked. Ek doosre ki baahon mein. So gaye.

Maine chapter end kiya apne mind mein. *"For me, it was Manav. No... Manav Jiju from now on. Aur main... main part ban gayi us fabled tongue fan club ki."*

**End of Chapter 47**

 

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Chapter 48: TGIF (Chapter 1)
Sumit's Wrong Move

**12:30 PM, Khanna Office, Jaipur**

Sumit, Rajat, aur aaj unke dad—teeno office mein the. Iska matlab Rashmi nahi thi. Woh tabhi nahi aati jab dad hote the. Sab kaam kar rahe the. Ensure kar rahe the ki family free ho jab Mona kal ghar aayegi.

Mona ke saath Pooja bhi aa rahi thi. Aman bhi Alwar se aa raha tha. Family dinners honge. Outings. Weekend pe. So... no sex. No fun.

Thursday ko rest kiya tha Payal ke saath fun night ke baad. Aaj ya toh Payal ya Rashmi. Aur uska dil chah raha tha new comer ko. Payal. Lekin Rajat ko engaged rakhna tha. Woh bhi plans bana raha hoga.

Sumit ne ek move socha. Apne head mein. Message kiya Rashmi ko: *"Take Rajat out to DEF group business party tonight. Keep him engaged therein till late. Make sure he doesn't come back early."*

Usne socha woh smart hai. Planning kar raha hai. Control mein hai.

Little did he know.

Rashmi. Rajat. Unka situation. Woh already... woh already ek doosre ke paas the. Emotionally. Physically. Almost.

Wrong move, Sumit. Bada wrong move.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 48: TGIF (Chapter 2)

Delhi, 1 PM
Archie's Perspective

Aaj plan tha. Main Mummy ko keh aayi—*"Movie aur dinner with friends. 10 PM tak aaungi."* Suspicion se bachne ke liye subah full jeans aur normal top pehna. Actual clothes bag mein. Mira ne bhi keh diya tha—*"Working late."*

Vikram Jiju ka message aaya. *"15 min mein college gate pe. MNQ Resort. National highway. Pool suite. Ready?"*

Last night hi bataya tha unhone. Pool suite. Private. Secluded.

Fear aur excitement. Dono ne grip kiya tha mujhe. Sumit Jiju ne flat pe excuse se liya tha. Lekin tab bhi... tab bhi mere dimaag ke peeche main jaana chahati thi. Lekin yeh baar? Yeh baar main apni marzi se ja rahi thi. Apni ichha se. Kya ho raha tha mujhe?

Main jaanti thi. Vikram Jiju... woh as rough honge jaise Sumit Jiju. Woh gentle nahi honge. Woh "magical tongue" nahi honge. Woh rough honge. Hard. Dominant. Lekin main... main yeh jaante hue bhi ja rahi thi. Kyunki mujhe yeh chahiye tha. Mujhe yeh maza aata tha.

*"Jiju whore,"* maine apne aap se kaha. Pehle soch thi, ab proud feel ho raha tha. Do Jiju. Dono alag. Dono best. Aur main... main dono ki thi.

**To be continued...**

 

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**Chapter 48: TGIF (Chapter 3)**

**Jaipur, 2:30 PM**
**Payal's Perspective**

Main hostel bed pe leti hui thi. 2 din se college nahi gayi. Thursday ko... Thursday ko mera body bas dard kar raha tha. Pain everywhere. Sumit Bhaiya ne... unhone mujhe itna kiya tha. Itna zyada.

Aaj woh dard sweet memory ban gaya tha. Flashback. Uske haath. Uske thrusts. Uski "gift" wali baat.

Phone pe message aaya. Rajat. *"Sorry going to a party tonight. Siya will be coming tomorrow. See you at home than."*

Sach tha. Siya kal aa rahi thi. Shayad coldness ab khatam ho. Lekin ghar pe... ghar pe main aur Rajat. Cordially milenge. Couple ki tarah nahi. Bas friends. Kyunki main... main ab uski nahi thi. Main Sumit ki thi. Unki "gift."

5 minute baad phir message aaya. Lekin... lekin yeh Rajat ka nahi tha. Sumit Bhaiya ka tha. *"Club Passion. 8 PM. Pink."*

Mere paanv kaanp gaye. Fear. Excitement. Dono. Kya kar rahi thi main? Ek married man ke saath. Aur woh bhi us aadmi ke saath jiska brother main date kar rahi thi. Rajat. Uske chhote bhai.

Lekin... lekin kya maine yeh socha nahi tha jab maine unhe dekha tha? Khanna brothers. Sumit. Rajat. Dono. Meri lusty young fantasies. Main sochti thi... shayad kabhi... kabhi dono...

Aur ab? Ab wohi sach ho raha tha. Pehle Rajat. Ab Sumit. Kal... kal shayad dono saath?

Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Pink dress. Club Passion. 8 PM. Main ready thi. Unki "gift" banne ke liye. Baar baar.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 48: TGIF (Part 4)

Rashmi's Perspective
2:30 PM, Her Apartment

Main apne apartment mein leti hui thi. Aaj off tha. Subah hi Sumit ka message—*"Dad in office today."* Matlab main nahi jaungi. Simple.

Mere thoughts wapas gaye. Shibo Inn. Kal. Rajat.

Woh lunch ke time bahar gaya. Wapas aaya. Gleefully. Khush. Mere paas baitha. Phone dikhaaya. Latest iPhone. Tomorrow delivery. Aur mere kaan mein whisper kiya—*"For you, meri GF4."*

Kitni aasan hai. In bad boys ko manipulate karna. Sirf price—meri body. Aur mujhe kya problem? I love sex. I love attention. I love power.

Maine yaad kiya. Maine hug kiya tha usse. *"Thanks boss."* Aur ek minute mein... hamare lips lock ho gaye. Rajat ke haath... meri shirt ke upar se... meri boobs pe. Main ne unhe enjoy karne diya. Phir kaha—*"Please Rajat, someone will come. Aur main abhi sirf soch rahi hoon GF4 banne ke baare mein. Wait for now. Patience pays. Thoda sabar rakh."*

Aur aaj... yeh message aaya.

Sumit ne kaha—*"Take Rajat to DEF party. Take good care of him."*

Pehli reaction? Shock. Kya Sumit ko pata hai? Kya brothers saath mein hain? Mujhe "care" lene ko keh raha hai?

Lekin doosra message—*"Keep him late. Keep him busy. I have plans with Payal. Siya's bestie."*

Sumit ne naam bataya. Boast karne ke liye. Kitna stud hai woh.

Lekin mera mind flash kiya. Rajat ne clearly kaha tha—Payal date kar raha hai. Usne apni 2 GFs ke naam bataye—Payal aur Mira. Mira—Sumit ki saali, pixie cut wali. 3rd ka naam nahi bataya. Kaha—*"His and her secret."*

Toh Payal... Payal Rajat ki GF hai. Lekin Sumit... Sumit aaj usi ke paas ja raha hai. *"I have plans with Payal."*

Mera dimaag chakkar khaaya. Sumit... Sumit Rajat ki GF ke saath... yeh toh bhai ka saath gaddari hai. Betrayal. Another body to conquer. Lekin yeh body already Rajat ki thi.

Lekin yeh piece of info... yeh mera leverage hai. Dono brothers pe. Rajat ko bataungi toh woh gussa hoga. Sumit ko blackmail karungi toh woh dar jayega. Aur main... main dono ke beech mein khelungi.

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Door bell baji. Courier guy. 2 parcels.

Pehle mein—mera gift. iPhone. Box pe likha—*"With love, GF4, Rajat."* Main muskurayi. GF4. Officially.

Doosre mein... 2 sets lingerie. Woh pieces jo maine Rajat ke saath khareede the. Tab pata nahi tha... yeh mere liye hi the. Laal lace. Kaala satin.

*"Oh Rajat,"* maine socha, unki gifts ko dekhte hue. *"Your gifts. Plus balm of unknown betrayal happening with you. Tera bhai tujhe cheat kar raha hai. Teri GF ke saath. Aur main... main aaj raat bohot 'special care' loongi tumhari. Very special. Tujhe batana hai ya nahi... sochungi."*

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 48: TGIF (Part 5)

**Vikram's Perspective**

Main aur Archie car mein. Highway pe speed kar raha tha. Ready to reach. Ready to pounce. Meri prey. Meri saali. Meri... meri third victory.

Mera haath uske baalon mein khel raha tha. Phir uski slender back pe. Soft. Smooth. *"You are wearing this?"* maine kaha, uske outfit pe nazar daalte hue. Jeans aur top. Casual. *"I thought..."*

Usne eyes roll kiye. *"Why, Jiju? Am I not looking pretty in this?"*

*"Pretty always,"* maine kaha, smirking. *"But sexy? Woh toh tum abhi dikhaogi na?"*

Usne mujhe dekha. Mischievous. *"Don't worry, Jiju. I have surprise for you. Pool ke liye special."*

Main muskuraya. *"I like surprises. I love my saalis jumping on my cock."*

Pehli Simmy. Phir Pooja. Aur ab Archie. Meri third victory. Teen saaliyan. Teen conquests. Aur abhi toh shuruat hai.

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Resort pahunche. Well furnished room. Small pool garden back side mein. Private. Secluded. Perfect.

Hum room mein gaye. Ek doosre ki baahon mein. As per my request—mini bar stocked. Snacks placed. No disturbance required. Sirf hum dono. Poori raat.

*"Now you relax and wait for me,"* usne kaha, teasing. *"Your surprise. Main aa rahi hoon."*

Apna bag uthaya. Washroom ki taraf gayi. Hips sway karke. Style mein. Seductive.

Maine whiskey bottle uthai. Bed pe let gaya. Waiting. Anticipating. Mera haath bottle pe. Mera dimaag... uske surprise pe. Kya hoga? Kaise hoga?

Lekin jaanta tha. Whatever it is... it will be worth it. Meri third saali. Meri Archie. Ready to be my cock queen.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 48: TGIF (Part 6)

**Vikram's Perspective**

Main bed pe leti hui thi. Boxers mein. Whiskey ka glass haath mein. Waiting. Anticipating.

Bathroom door khula.

Archie nikli.

Woh... woh ekdum alag lag rahi thi. White sheer one-piece. Wet look. High cut—legs fully exposed, hip bones dikh rahe the. Deep back—almost waist tak, poori skin. Wet fabric transparent tha—nipples visible. Water droplets uski skin pe. Butterfly tattoo thigh pe. Nose ring chamak rahi thi.

*"Jiju,"* usne kaha, sharmate hue. *"Don't look like this. I am shy."*

Lekin uski eyes... uski eyes bata rahi thi. Woh shy nahi thi. Woh tease kar rahi thi. Mazaak kar rahi thi.

*"Come here,"* maine kaha, awaaz mein woh hunger. *"Sit in my lap."*

Woh aayi. Bed pe. Meri lap mein baithi. Meri boxers ke upar. Mera bulge... mera bulge visible tha. Hard. Ready. Uski sheer hotness dekh ke.

Maine uska face pakda. Passionate kiss. Deep. Tongue. Uske haath mere body pe move kar rahe the. Mere chest pe. Mere abs pe. Neeche. Boxers ke upar se.

*"Jiju,"* usne kaha, kiss toot ke. Teasing. *"Lets go to pool. Real surprise is there. Yeh toh bas trailer tha. Picture abhi baaki hai."*

Main muskuraya. *"Real surprise?"*

*"Haan,"* usne kaha, mere kaan mein whisper karte hue. "Pool mein. Jo maine plan kiya hai... woh tum kabhi nahi bhoologe"
Meri teen saaliyon mein sabse wild

Main utha. Uska haath pakda. Pool ki taraf le gaya. Real surprise ka intezaar tha.

**To be continued...**