Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[nadia]

CONTINUATION.....






By 8 pm, we arrived at the lavish hotel. The party was already in full swing, a vibrant mix of music, laughter, and elegant decorations. Aunty Jaya and her husband, Aarav, spotted us and immediately approached.

"Sunita, darling!" Jaya exclaimed, embracing my mother effusively. "Aarav, my dear, this is Sunita Mehta and her family. Arvind, her husband. And Rajeev, their son."

Aarav, a rather ordinary-looking man, greeted us with a polite nod and a handshake. He was so ugly that it made me understand why Jaya cheated on him. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," Aarav said, shaking hands formally.

"The pleasure is all ours," my father replied.

"Sunita, darling," Jaya said, turning to my dad, "can I borrow her for a bit? There are some ladies I want her to meet."

"Of course, Jaya," my father replied with a smile, "Go ahead dear. Have fun"

My father immediately struck up a conversation with Aarav. I decided to strike out on my own, scanning the room. I then saw them: Rahul and Priya, walking towards me.

A wave of anger surged through me again, so intense it nearly choked me. I wanted to do something horrible, something rash to that imbecile Rahul. I hate him so much,,so so much aarrggh!!!


He was walking with his girlfriend, Priya, the girl I so desperately craved for. Rahul was holding Priya's hand, and Priya was looking gorgeous in a long, cheetah-print dress.












Her figure completely emphasized by the design, her curves outlined in all their glory. The dress clung to her body, revealing her sexy ass and the gentle sway of her hips. Her boobs were seen slightly.

My mouth went dry. I could feel the saliva welling up in my mouth, the heat rising in my face. My entire body tingled with desire. I just wanted to fuck Priya right there.

"Rajeev!" Rahul greeted me with a slap on the back, oblivious to the anger raging inside me. "Great to see you here!"

"Ooh Rahul!" I managed a strained smile, forcing a pleasant tone into my voice. "Happy Birthday, Priya! You look great!" I told her.

I shook Rahul's hand; my grip was slightly tighter than intended. When I reached for Priya's hand, she hesitated before shaking mine. She remembered how I sucked her pussy and her asshole that day.

As I shook her hand, I deliberately held on a moment too long, my eyes lingering on her chest, my gaze raking over her cleavage. She quickly pulled her hand away, her cheeks flushing slightly. I forced myself to act normal.





"So," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "when did you get back from your grandpa's place, Rahul?"

"Just yesterday," he replied. His mother grounded him for several days after she caught him skipping college.

I continued staring at Priya, who kept ignoring my gaze.

"Priya," I said, forcing a genuine-sounding tone. "Happy birthday. I am so happy for you. I hope you have an amazing time."

"Thank you, Rajeev," she replied curtly, her tone polite but distant. The same distance she always held when she’s near me. The same distant space she always held between her and me when she is with me.

We joined the other guests, but my attention remained glued to Priya. This fucking stupid Rahul, standing beside his girlfriend, had no idea about my past intimacy with Priya. 



Friends, this bitch Rahul doesn't know how I sucked Priya's pussy. How I turned her over and smelled her asshole which was smelling really nice. He thinks I am a good friend. But I am not.

I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir's teaching. I am not a good friend at all. I am pretending to be his friend but I wish bad things to happen to him.

I am his friend but also a secret worst person who wants to take and fuck his girlfriend. I hate you Rahul. I promise you Rahul that you will regret being my friend.

I am not your friend Rahul and I will fuck Priya and you will suffer. You will Cry one day on your bed. I promise you Rahul. I hate you so bad.








Then after the cake was cut and people sang happy birthday song for Priya, Rahul told me that he wants to dance with Priya. I told him ok. 

Then as they danced Priya kept looking at me. She was trying to make me feel jealous as she held Rahul.

It felt like a deliberate provocation, a calculated attempt to ignite my jealousy. A simmering rage started to build inside me; it felt like a personal attack, a form of revenge for my earlier advances. 

She turned slightly, her back to me, and as she moved, the soft flesh of her ass jiggled subtly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. Was she trying to entice me? Was this some kind of game?

I couldn’t bear watching them together any longer. The anger was consuming me. I stormed off to the restroom, locking myself inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, my reflection a mask of fury.

"Rahul," I muttered, clenching my fists. "I'm going to make you pay for this. You’re going to regret messing with me." I pounded my fist against the mirror, the sound echoing in the small space. 

"I'll ruin you. You won’t be able to touch Priya, very soon, you will never see her again."

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. I splashed some water on my face and smoothed my hair, trying to regain my composure. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I forced a relaxed smile onto my face. Rahul and Priya were looking for me.

"There you are!" Rahul exclaimed, relief in his voice. "We were looking all over for you!"

"Why?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.

"We wanted you to join us," Rahul said, his voice softer than I expected. "We thought it would be fun to go outside and get some fresh air."

"Sounds good," I replied, my voice steady, although my insides were still churning with anger. "What did you have in mind?", I asked him.

"Let's go get some ice cream," Rahul suggested. "There's a stall just outside."

"Okay," I agreed, my eyes fixed on Priya, who seemed deliberately to avoid my gaze.

We stepped outside. Most of the guests were seated at tables, sipping juices and chatting amongst themselves.

As we moved toward the ice cream stall, I caught a glimpse of my mother sitting alone at a table, nursing a glass of juice. 

My breath hitched in my throat. Arjun Sir approached her silently, placing a small, folded note on the table before turning and walking away without a word. 

My mother’s expression was one of clear annoyance, a subtle flicker of disgust crossing her face.

She stared at the note, her raising her eye brows. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she glanced around cautiously, checking to see if anyone was watching. 

She reached under the table, her hands concealing the note. She opened it quickly, reading the contents hurriedly. Once finished, she read it again, a thoughtful expression clouding her face. 

Then she crumpled the note and tucked it into her bra, quickly darting her eyes to make sure no one noticed.

I desperately wanted to know what Arjun Sir had written. Where was my father, and what would his reaction be if he knew? I looked at the party grounds for him. 

I spotted him far off, engaged in lively conversation with a group of new acquaintances. He seemed entirely oblivious to what was going on. Arjun Sir was sending notes to my mom and my dad doesn't know about it.

"Arjun Sir's plan is working perfectly," I thought to myself, a grim satisfaction settling in my gut. 

He's communicating with my mother in secret, while my father remains blissfully unaware. Something is going to happen tonight. Arjun Sir is going to get my mom.

We got our ice cream. Rahul, with an infuriating nonchalance, kept his arm around Priya's waist throughout, making sure I witnessed it. 

Priya continued to glance at me, ensuring that I felt the sting of her actions.

After a while, the three of us sat down outside nearby trees, far away from the main hall, continuing our conversation.

"I'm starving," Rahul announced shortly. "I need more cake. I will go back to the hall and get some cake"

"I'll go with you," Priya said, clearly wanting to get away from me. She stood up, and I felt a pang of disappointment. 

"Priya, stay here," Rahul said, noticing her intention. "Keep Rajeev company. I'll be back in 10 minutes." He gave her a kiss on the cheek which made me angry.

"Fine," she sighed, reseating herself. She deliberately avoided my eyes, making it clear she'd rather be anywhere else. Rahul left, leaving me and Priya, alone.

“Go, Rahul,” I thought, a malicious grin spreading across my face. "Go, and don't come back. Never come back Rahul, I hate you. I want to fuck your girlfriend Priya tonight”

The air crackled with tension between Priya and me. She sat rigidly, licking her ice cream with deliberate slowness, pointedly ignoring my presence. 

I could feel her animosity toward me; she knows I am a pervert and she didn't want any association with me.

The unspoken words between us were more charged than any conversation could be. This was a battle of wills, and I intended to win.


"Does Rahul make you happy, Priya?" I asked, my voice low and intense. She didn't answer, her gaze fixed on her melting ice cream. I leaned closer, my eyes tracing the line of her beautiful thighs.

They were long and shapely, and the way the fabric of her dress clung to them was incredibly alluring. 

"You're beautiful, Priya," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "Absolutely stunning. And I love you, Priya. I really do."

She didn’t respond, continuing to delicately lick her ice cream. The silence stretched between us, thick and charged.

"I know you were trying to make me jealous," I said, my voice firmer now. "Dancing with Rahul like that… it was a deliberate attempt to provoke me, wasn't it?"

"That's completely wrong," she snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive. "I was just dancing. Don't read things into it that aren't there. And please, stop talking to me, what you did to me last time was wrong" 

She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger.

I reached out and took her hand, my fingers intertwining with hers. "If it was wrong, then prove it," I said softly, my gaze unwavering.

"Let go of my hand," she demanded, trying to pull away. "This is uncomfortable. Stop touch me, don't you dare start this again on my birthday"

"Did that bitch Rahul ever lick your pussy and your asshole the way I did?" I asked, my voice dropping to a near whisper. My words were pointed, deliberately provocative.

"Yes," she hissed, her face burning with anger. But I knew she was lying. "And what's your point?" She yanked her hand free, her eyes blazing.

"Let me satisfy you, Priya," I whispered, my voice low and urgent. "We're alone here. No one can see us. Let's continue where we left off that day"

A look of utter disgust crossed her face. "That will never happen, it will never and I will not allow it" she said, her voice filled with disdain.

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, throwing her barely touched ice cream into a nearby trash can. Before she could move away, I quickly stood and grabbed her hand.

"Let go of me," she hissed, her eyes wide. "Or I'll tell Rahul."

"Go ahead," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Tell him. But be prepared for the consequences. He'll break up with you. Do you want that? Break up with him and come to me baby?"

She looked at me with astonishment. "I actually want you to tell him so that he can break up with you and I will be here for you. I hate that boy Rahul, I wish he goes away", I said to her.

She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "No, never, let go of me now" she said, her voice barely audible.

Ignoring her protests, I pulled her toward a secluded area near a cluster of bushes and trees, where we were hidden from view. 

"Rahul will be busy for at least ten minutes, Priya" I whispered, my voice dangerously low. "Ten minutes is all we need."

"Leave me alone Rajeev! People will see us Rajeev, stop this nonsense" she cried, struggling against my hold. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm giving you what you want, Priya," I said, my voice a low growl. "I'm making you feel things that Rahul never will. I am going to satisfy you and you will remember me. We have all the time now, this is the chance."

I pulled her closer, until her back was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. "I miss your scent, Priya, you smell like raspberry" I whispered, burying my face in her hair. 

She tried to wriggle free, but my grip was firm.

"We can't do this here, Rajeev don't put me in trouble with my boyfriend" she whispered, her voice strained. "Someone might see us."

"I don't care," I said, my voice rough. "I want him to see that you are in my arms so that he can cry and break up with you", I said.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs caressing her soft skin. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressing against hers with a fervor that surprised even me. 



To my astonishment, she didn't resist that much. It was a soft kiss, tender and hesitant, but there was a spark of something more beneath the surface. 

I broke the kiss, my gaze locked on hers. "I love you, Priya" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

Before she could respond, I kissed her again, my hands moving to the soft flesh of her ass, feeling the silk of her leopard print dress against my skin. 

She didn't protest this time, but there was a definite nervousness underlying her compliance, a fear of being discovered.

She tried to pull away, clearly hesitant to go any further. 

It was then I spotted Arjun Sir's sleek, black Rolls Royce parked just a short distance away. An idea sparked in my mind. "I can fuck Priya in her father's car, this way it will be safe," I whispered.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her toward the car, urging her to duck her head. Surprisingly, she obeyed, her head low as we ran quickly. We reached the car, and I told her to unlock it.

"I don't have the keys," she lied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Don't lie to me, Priya," I said, my voice dangerously low. "I know you do. This is your father's car. Open it or else we will get caught. Do you want us to get caught?"

She glanced around nervously, then quickly fumbled for the keys in her purse. Before she could hand them to me, I snatched them, unlocking the car with a swift movement. 

I pulled her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. The car's tinted windows provided complete privacy, shielding us from the outside world and from that imbecilic Rahul.

I laid her down in missionary position and I kissed her again, this time more passionately. We were nestled in the back seat of the luxurious Rolls Royce, the comfortable leather cushioning us. 

Her kiss was soft, tender at first, then gradually became more urgent, as if surrendering to the moment. She was kind of resisiting.

I began to remove her top, then finally her bra, one by one, kissing the soft skin of her breasts as I sucked them. She let out a soft moan, a sound that both thrilled and unsettled me.


"Aaahh Rajeev, please don't make me do this inside my dad's car, aahhhh uuuhhhh Stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. But it wasn't a forceful protest.

"No," I whispered back, my voice hoarse with desire. "I won't stop. You want this Priya, I know you were thinking of me since that day when I licked your holes"

"Please," she pleaded.
.
"It'll be quick," I murmured, my hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Before that bastard Rahul gets back."

I lifted her dress, revealing her white underwear beneath. They were slightly wet. "Why is your underwear wet?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

She blushed, unable to meet my gaze.

"It means you liked my kiss, didn't you?" I whispered, my voice suggestive.

"No," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "It’s… nothing."

Ignoring her denial, I continued. The silk of her dress moved aside and I saw her pussy, a small patch of dark hair just beginning to emerge.

Her pussy was slightly hairy and fleshy, just as I remembered from that day in her bedroom. "Your pussy," I said, my voice low and husky, "it's… fascinating. It smells… nice. Just like a sexy girl"

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover it with her hand. "Don't," she mumbled, her voice tight with discomfort.

"Why are you hiding it?" I asked, my fingers gently removing her hand.

"It's… embarrassing," she whispered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "It's just… private."

Ignoring her protests, I leaned down, my tongue tracing the contours of her pussy. It tasted slightly sweet, with a hint of saltiness. 

A low moan escaped her lips, "aaahh ssshhh ooohhh Rajeev, aahh nooon aaaaaaaahh"

She tried to stifle the sound, cupping her mouth with her hand, but the moans continued, escaping her in little gasps and whimpers. I savored the taste, my tongue lingering on the sensitive skin. 

She twitched, her body shifting sideways, writhing slightly under the intense sensation.

"Why are you moving around so much?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.

"It… it feels… intense," she gasped, her words punctuated by moans. "It's… so sensitive."

Then my tongue found its way to the edge of her asshole.

"Don't," she cried, her voice sharp with panic. "Don't put your tongue there aaahhhhhhhh please no"

"Why not?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"It's… it's just… disgusting, please why do you love that hole so much? Please just stop" she stammered, her face a mask of embarrassment.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," I said, my voice soft but insistent. "It's all part of it. This asshole of yours is the best" I continued to explore her asshole, circling the entrance.

Surprisingly, her asshole didn’t stink like shit at all. I was actually disappointed. I wanted the shitty smell of her asshole but this day, on her birthday, her asshole was not stinking at all.



Dear friends, you can see how perverted I am thanks to Arjun Sir. Priya's asshole was not stinking like shit and yet I preferred her asshole to stink. I don't know why I am obsessed with Priya's shit smell of her asshole.



I pressed my nose closer, trying to detect any hint of the familiar shitty smell of her asshole.
 

Dear friends, I don't know what happened to me, I was searching for the shitty odor of her asshole. I can't believe I was such a pervert.


Her asshole was clean, almost sterile. She must have washed it thoroughly.

"This is disgusting," she said, her voice choked with revulsion. "Stop it. Please."

"Why isn't it stinky Priya, did you wash your asshole, why did you wash your asshole? I wanted it to stink" I asked, my voice laced with frustration. "This is boring Priya. It's supposed to smell and stink like shit."

"I… I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's much more exciting when it stinks," I said, my voice low and provocative. 

"It adds a certain flavor to it. It really makes this moment alive and exciting. It makes me feel so much. It's… a primal scent, you know?”

"Stop talking like that," she pleaded, her voice strained. "You are making me want to vomit, please just stop this"

I took a deep inhale of her asshole then I sat back, my frustration mounting. "Come here," I said, patting my lap. "Unbuckle my trousers and take care of my dick."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Don't waste time," I snapped. "Do it Priya, or  that idiot Rahul will be back any minute." I unleashed a string of insults, my anger boiling over. "You're a spoiled slut! A stubborn whore…!"

She hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously. "Stop calling me those names, I am not a whore", she snapped back at me.

Then, with a mixture of fear and resignation, she reached for the button of my trousers, her movements surprisingly gentle. 

As her fingers fumbled with the buckle, I ran my fingers through her hair, whispering, “You’re about to taste the best banana in the world, my dear.”

My penis was large, and when she finally pulled my trousers down, it sprang fully erect, shocking her. Her eyes widened in alarm. "I… I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"You will," I growled, grabbing her hand and forcing it around my shaft. "You'll fit it, whether you like it or not. You slut" Another torrent of insults followed, my anger fueling my actions.


Dear friends, remember that I started calling Priya this insulting names because I learnt it from Arjun Sir when he was fucking Jaya, remember? That night when Arjun Sir called Jaya insulting names?


Priya tentatively tried to take my dick into her mouth, but at first, only a small portion went in. I let out a string of curses. "You're doing it all wrong! You slut, you whore! You're not even trying!"

She pulled back, coughing and spitting. "I can’t, how do you expect me to fit all inside my mouth? it’s too…big"

"I want you to take it all the way in," I demanded. "Taste it all."

"Please, no, Rajeev" she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can’t… I really can’t…"

I held her head firmly, forcing her mouth onto my penis. This time, it slid fully inside. 

After sometime, I was actually surprised by her technique. She moved it in and out with a surprising proficiency, as if she had done this before.





"You're… surprisingly good at this," I said, my voice a mixture of anger and grudging admiration. "You’re a naughty little bitch!" 

I forced her to taste my balls next. She kept glancing at the car window, anxious about Rahul's return.

"Concentrate!" I barked.

"Now, get on top," I said, my voice rough. "Ride me. Put my dick inside your pussy, do it now slut"

"This is enough," she protested, her voice shaking. "I’m disgusted. Your… dick… tastes awful."

"You haven't even begun to enjoy it yet," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Wait until you feel it inside your pussy. Then you'll know what real pleasure is."

She resisted, but I was stronger and easily overpowered her. I lifted her onto my lap, her body light and yielding under my weight.

"Put it inside bitch, stop wasting time, you are mine now, you can't escape me," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. "Insert it inside your sexy tight pussy."

"Why are you doing this? I have a boyfriend," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Cheating is fun," I said, my voice a low purr. "Secret affairs are the best. It's so good doing forbidden things and it’s so true. It works every time." I repeated the words, almost admiringly.

Dear friends, I repeated to her what Arjun Sir exactly told me about the fun of doing forbidden things.

She looked at me with utter disgust. "Stop wasting time," I yelled, my patience wearing thin. "You’re a pathetic little whore, I told you I will fuck you and now it the time"

Ignoring her protests, she reached down, her fingers trembling slightly as she guided my penis towards her tight pussy. It was her first time, and she was hesitant, moving slowly, her breathing shallow and rapid.



She closed her eyes, a shudder running through her body as she began to push me inside her. "Take your time, Priya," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging. "Don't rush. Let yourself feel it." 

She let out a small moan, aaahhhhhhh her body tensed, then relaxed slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. "Push it in, Priya," I urged, my voice thick with anticipation. "All the way inside. Let it fill you." 

"I'm trying," she whispered, her voice strained. "I'm really trying, but it's... it's so much."

"I don't believe you're really here with me, touching me, doing all this… and your boyfriend is just ten minutes away," I said, my voice low and suggestive. 

"This is exhilarating isn’t it? This feeling of forbidden pleasure. You’re really enjoying this, aren't you, Priya? I can feel it."

Finally, with a small cry, I was fully inside her. "Good girl," I whispered, praising her effort. My dick was fully inside her.

"You're doing wonderfully. That's it. Sit on it comfortably baby" She let out a moan, a small whimper that quickly escalated into a series of breathless gasps. 



"Aahhh Rajeev please, I can't aaahhh this is my first time having sex please, I can't", she moaned.

 "Slowly now," I said, guiding her movements. "Up and down, slowly... that's it. Feel the rhythm. Let it take you."

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked, watching her carefully.

"No," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. "I can do this myself. I think I can handle this." 

I was shocked; I expected that she will continue denying me but I was surprised she said she will handle it. It was a powerful shift in our dynamic.


Dear friends, this is a testament that every girl or woman will cheat on their loved ones when they feel a good dick insdie them. Like Arjun Sir told me that all women cheat, I came to know that he was actually telling me the truth.



I settled back, enjoying the sensation of her body moving against mine. She started slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion, but soon she picked up the pace. 

Her movements were tentative at first, almost hesitant, but gradually she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her earlier nervousness replaced by a burgeoning passion. 

I watched the transformation on her face, the shock fading, replaced by a genuine, uninhibited joy. She had completely forgotten she was cheating on that bastard Rahul.

"See?" I whispered, my voice laced with triumph. "I told you, cheating is so much fun Priya! This forbidden act, this betrayal is the best. It's so exciting to break the rules, to defy expectations." I told her.


"Isn't it incredibly so good, Priya? Isn't it thrilling?" I repeated the phrase, savoring the thrill of her surrender, the taste of her transgression.

She didn’t reply, her body now moving with an almost frantic energy, her moans escalating into raw, unrestrained screams. "Aahahh aahhh aahh aaa shhh aooohh ooohhh oohhh"


They were wild, desperate sounds that echoed through the confined space of the car, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. Her movements were getting faster, more desperate, more intense. 


Dear friends, Priya's pussy was adjusting to my cock. I didn't believe how her pussy, getting a fuck for the first time, adjusted to the size of my cock



I reached out, holding her hips to guide her rhythm, subtly increasing the pace. "Faster, Priya. Let yourself go. Feel it, faster baby ooh yes yes,, faster faster aaahhh Priya" I urged.

"Stop," she gasped, her breath ragged. "You're making me go too fast. It's… too much. I can't handle it"

"If I don't go fast, I won't cum," I said, my voice rough with urgency. "And neither will you. You want this, don’t you, Priya? You need this fuck."

Her eyes widened. "Are you going to make me pregnant?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice. "Oh my god. Are you? No I don't want to have your child Rajeev, please no? It's to early"

"Relax," I said, my voice low and reassuring. "I am not going to cum inside you. I'll take care of it. Just focus on the feeling. Let it consume you. "

Reassured, she resumed her rhythmic movements, her body now moving with an almost fast energy. The air in the car grew thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of our sweat and desire. 

Through the slightly tinted window, we both saw Rahul confused, scanning the area as if looking for us.

"There he is," Priya whispered, her voice tight with panic. "Oh god, oh god, he will see us!"

"Just keep going," I whispered back. "Keep moving. That idiot won't notice. He won't be able to tell." My words were meant to calm her, to reassure her.

But her nervousness persisted. "We need to finish," she pleaded. "Please, let's finish. I can’t do this anymore. I’m terrified. Don't run my relationship with him please, finish"

"Don't worry about getting caught," I urged. "Just concentrate on the feeling. Let the pleasure overwhelm everything else. Forget about him. Just focus on us." She continued jumping up on my cock.

Then after a while I told her, "Now, bend over," I instructed, changing our position. "I want to fuck your asshole."

She hesitated, placing a finger over her anus. "No no no, please I can't do this, please don't force me", she cried. 

"Why?" I asked, my voice low. "You were doing so well. I think your sexy asshole will be even better you slut! I promise, just spread your ass cheeks Priya, be a good girl now"

Dear friends, this is another scenario where I was influenced by Arjun Sir's behavior of always fucking a girl in the ass. Friends, you remember him telling me that I must fuck a woman in the anus?

He told me that a girl's asshole is for fucking only, so I am following his order and now I want to fuck his daughter in her asshole which is virgin. He told me in every sex, I must fuck a girl in the asshole.

And that is what I am about to do to Priya, his daughter.

"It'll… it'll hurt, Please I have never done this" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m not sure I can handle that."

"Bitch I told you I'll be quick," I said, my voice a low murmur. "Just let me finish. I’ll make it fast. I promise. I have a lube, spread your ass cheeks"

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’ll really hurt. I know it will. Rahul is suspecting please Rajeev, stop just stop"

"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to using her front door again. "Let's finish this, then. Let's finish this properly. I will fuck your asshole for another day." 

I guided my penis back inside her pussy and continued to pound her, faster and harder this time. Her screams intensified, a mixture of pain and pleasure.




I held her mouth, my lips pressed against hers, and whispered in her ear, as she looked outside looking at Rahul who kept looking for us.

"Look at your sweet Rahul, looking for you while we’re here with me fucking your pussy", I told her as I kept fucking her.


Dear friends, it was so good seeing the foolish Rahul looking for his girlfriend while I am in the Rolls Royce fucking his girlfriend's pussy.


"Your boyfriend, that silly boy, is searching for you, utterly oblivious, and we are here creating this delicious cheating sex, this forbidden pleasure. Isn't betraying your boyfriend feel so good, Priya, tell me baby?"

She didn't reply she just kept moaning while I cupped her mouth.

"This moment of intense passion, this forbidden betrayal?" 

She continued to glance nervously towards Rahul, her expression a mixture of guilt and excitement. I smiled, enjoying her conflicted emotions. 

Without warning, I pulled out, cumming on her back. I groaned loudly, releasing my tension. She collapsed onto the seat, gasping for breath. 

I leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the taste of her sweat and passionate lips.

She quickly adjusted her dress, frantically trying to erase any evidence of our encounter. "Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, my voice amused.

"We need to go back to Rahul," she said, her voice breathless. "Or he'll suspect something. Button your shirt. We need to act normal." She kept insisting, pushing me to get cleaned up.

"Calm down," I said, my voice calm. "We’re fine. Your boyfriend is an idiot, he will not notice anything"

She pulled a mirror from her purse and started remaking her hair, trying to look as though nothing had happened. 

She wanted to ensure that no spot on her gave any indication that she had been intimate with me.

She spotted my still-unbuttoned trousers. "Button your trousers," she said urgently. "Please. And quickly. We need to act normal, really normal."

"I'll walk like this," I said, smiling at her frantic efforts.

"No, button it," she insisted, her tone sharp with urgency. "Rajeev, don't ruin my relationship, button your trousers now, we can't risk"

I obeyed, buttoning my trousers while smiling. We walked out of the car, she then locked it.

Then we walked casually towards Rahul, who was still searching for us, completely oblivious to the passionate encounter we had just shared in the backseat of Arjun Sir’s Rolls Royce.



Rahul’s brow furrowed as his eyes landed on Priya and me. Confusion painted his face. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity.

Priya stammered, her words tripping over each other and nervous giggles. "We… we were just… um… talking, uuh yes just uuuh talking" she managed, her eyes darting nervously between Rahul and me.

I stepped in before the situation could go further. "We got a little sidetracked," I said smoothly, my voice confident and reassuring. "There was this… fascinating tree that was located there".

I pointed, right exactly where I took Priya to kiss her, next to that tree.

"So I just dared Priya to climb it"

"But it took you this long?" Rahul questioned, his gaze lingering on Priya, his expression still tinged with uncertainty. 

It was a look I knew well, the look of a foolish boy who loved and trusted his girlfriend. A look that I was systematically destroying.

Priya, got scared by the direct question, attempted another explanation, but her words lacked conviction. "Yes, it was… uh… really quite captivating," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

I intervened again. "Yes, we were, yes...uummm..I just challenged her to climb that tree, then I climbed too" I said, lying to him.

Rahul nodded slowly, his confusion seemingly appeased by my explanation, yet a shadow of doubt still flickered in his eyes. His gaze shifted to our drenched clothes, and his eyebrows shot up. 



Dear friends, I loved how me and Priya, his girlfriend, lied to him. It was so good lying to him. I hate Rahul so much that I fucked his love of his life, Priya, the cute sexy girl and here we are lying to him. 

OOh Priya's cheating and betraying Rahul feels so good to me. I felt so proud. OOh yess forbidden things are so good.



"Why are you both sweating so much?" he asked.

"Well," I began, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, "it was incredibly humid where we were standing next to that tree and the tree climb was so challenging that's why we both sweat, right Priya?", I told him.

"Yes yes....uuhh.. yes climbing that tree was a tough job, that's why we sweated", Priya agreed with me.


Priya, however, was a different story. Her legs trembled visibly, her hands shaking uncontrollably. The fear radiating from her was palpable, a stark contrast to her strained calmness. 

It was a fear born of the knowledge that her good betrayal of Rahul was hanging precariously by a thread, ready to unravel at any moment. She was terrified of Rahul discovering her cheating on him.


Rahul's gaze shifted from me to Priya, his expression growing more concerned. "Are you alright, Priya?" he asked gently. His concern was genuine.

"Yes my love, I am alright" Priya replied to Rahul. I felt angry when Priya called him "my love". I didn't want to hear anything like that. I am a jealous and a pervert person. I want to destroy her love for this fucker called Rahul.

His gaze dropped to the bottom of Priya's dress, where a small, white stain was visible. It was my sperm.

"What's that white substance there?" he inquired, his voice a neutral tone that hinted at a growing suspicion. 

Priya glanced down, her eyes widening in horror. With a swift, nervous movement, she rubbed the stain away, her trembling hands betraying her nervousness. I smiled.

"Oh, that," she stammered, "that's just… uh… some… spilled ice cream. I dropped a cone earlier," she lied, her voice a thin tremor. I felt really good as she lied to him.

"Is that so?" Rahul asked, his tone still even but his eyes now intensely focused on Priya's shaking form. The trembling was now almost violent. Her fear was screaming.

"Yes," Priya managed, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes were wide and pleading, begging me to help her.

I knew I had to act fast. Priya was on the verge of a complete breakdown. The situation was teetering on the brink of exposure.

"Rahul," I said, speaking quickly and calmly, "Priya seems to be getting cold. She's shivering quite a bit. Why don't you give her your jacket?"

Rahul, noticing Priya’s intensified trembling, didn't hesitate. He removed his jacket, his concern outweighing his suspicions. He dbangd it over Priya's shoulders. 

Watching her shiver, it was apparent that her shaking had less to do with cold and more to do with the overwhelming fear of being discovered. 

I suppressed a smirk. Rahul, in his innocence, was completely oblivious to the betrayal Priya did to him which was something I was proud of. 



"Such a foolish boy," I thought to myself. "If me and my lovely Priya can lie to his face, and he believes us, I can have Priya cheat on him every day. He’ll never know."



"Okay," Rahul said, relieved to see Priya seemingly settling down. "I wanted you guys to come to the hall. There's more cakes left."

"Ohh really? That's sounds fun" Priya said.

"I'm really tired," I said, pretending to be exhausted. "I think I'll just rest for a bit."

"Okay," he replied. "Priya, let's go."

Priya started to walk towards Rahul, her body still visibly trembling. 

I moved quickly, I pulled her close, whispering into her ear "Next time, I'm fucking your asshole, make sure you prepare it for me," I hissed, my voice low and menacing.

I gave her sexy ass a sharp smack, squeezing her flesh forcefully before releasing her. 


Dear friends, you can see how I am obsessed with fucking the ass of Priya in the coming days. This again was taught to me by Arjun Sir. Earlier before I met Arjun Sir, I used to think asshole fucking is disgusting.

But after he taught me immorality and very nice way of being a pervert, I started liking ass fucking. Even though I have never fucked asshole, I was planning very eagerly to fuck Priya's asshole and also smell her shit. 

Tonight, I didn't get to smell Priya's shitty smell of her stinky asshole. I was disappointed. But next time, I know I will get that tasty shitty smell of her asshole. I am a pervert.


 

I watched as her hips swayed, the movement amplified by her nervous gait, a testament to the adrenaline coursing through her. A triumphant grin spread across my face. 

I was the winner today. I had an affair with the girlfriend of a boy I hate, Rahul.

Feeling drained from the intensity of the encounter, I finally retreated to the hall.

I saw my mother sitting with with Arjun sir, engaged in an animated conversation. My father joined them, his expression was somehow.......................