Please read Part 1 before proceeding with this story
Summary:
Surma was a haughty, high society, over smart girl. Rakesh was a middle class, not so smart boy who was in love with Surma. He had lusted after her for months before one day deciding to make his move. He forced himself on Surma during a school trip out of town and made passionate love to her. He had unwittingly woken up a giant libido that refused to die. Surma was now his slut.
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Surma had become obsessed with Rakesh and the pleasure he was giving her. She had never experienced this much pleasure before.
Her personality changed. From shy and haughty to wild and naughty.
Surma's father Karthik, was a rich businessman with a bad temper. He had no tolerance for anyone or anything he did not like.
Like all Indian fathers Mr Karthik wanted Surma to remain pure and virginal until her wedding day. So she was not allowed to socialize with boys or go to parties unaccompanied.
Surma had always been a nerdy girl who thought she was the smartest girl around. She had a fiery temper and would scream at anyone who double crossed her or lied to her.
She was extremely proud of her debating accomplishments. All the trophies she received were placed in a special shelf in their home.
She prided herself on her fashion sense and only wore designer outfits and went to the most expensive beauty parlors and spas.
Her father indulged her and spent lavishly on her, giving her whatever she wanted.
She was a spoiled brat and she knew it.
Surma studied in a girls school, so boys rarely visited their home. Except Guppy. He was Surma's relative and was acceptable to her parents.
Even Guppy was not allowed to go to Surma's room alone with her.
So when Surma asked Rakesh to visit their home, she first had to lay the groundwork.
She told her father and mother that she had befriended this very nice boy on her trip to Delhi. He was very rich and studied in LaMartiniere.
LaMartiniere was one of the most exclusive schools in Kolkatta.
Rakesh's father Ravi, was a working class man. He worked as an attendant in an amusement park.
Surma told her father that Ravi was an investment banker who spent a lot of his time globe trotting.
Surma's parents were as snobby as she was and loved money and high society.
With a few lies, Rakesh had entered the high society world through the back door.
Now Rakesh was allowed to visit Surma's home, owing to his 'impeccable credentials.'
In spite of this, when Rakesh visited Surma, they were only allowed to sit in the living room and talk. The restrictions were stifling at first, but soon Rakesh realized why Surma wanted him to come to her home.
She was excited by the restrictions and the accompanying danger involved in violating them.
Rakesh was invited to have dinner with the family as he was in the house when dinner was being served.
He sat next to Surma and slowly ate his dinner.
Rakesh had been reminded several times to say that his father was an investment banker and not a lowly attendant at an amusement park.
As predicted by Surma, Mr.Karthik started to quiz Rakesh about his father. He enquired about where he worked and the countries he visited. Rakesh answered all questions calmly, much to Surma's delight.
Mr.Karthik was suitably impressed with Rakesh's credentials.
Or in other words, Rakesh's father was rich enough to be worthy of his friendship.
Surma changed the topic to save Rakesh from any further embarassment.
Surma talked about her school and how the girls in her class were so naughty.
"Yesterday in Geography class, Deotima pushed the teacher's book off the table and said that it was the wind. It was so funny. We all laughed so much," Surma said excitedly.
"You should not disturb the class. There are students there who are serious about their studies. Why should they tolerate this kind of thing?" Mr.Karthik admonished Surma, extinguishing her excitement almost immediately.
Mr.Karthik turned to Rakesh for his approval.
"School is for studying. Playgrounds are for playing. Each place has a particular function and that should always be respected," he informed Rakesh.
"Yes Sir," Rakesh said and continued to eat.
Suddenly Rakesh felt a soft, feminine hand creep up his thighs over his pants.
Surma was still talking about her school. Her hand had reached his crotch and her fingers held the outside of his manhood over his pants and started to squeeze. Rakesh was becoming hard and she could feel it.
"What the hell is she doing?," Rakesh worried as he tried not to look at her.
Surma kept talking like nothing was happening. Her hand however, was on a mission. She undid his zipper with her thumb and forefinger. Her soft fingers slipped into his fly and found their way under the side of his underwear. Surma's fingers were directly on his cock.
She delicately held Rakesh's growing erection in her fingers and gently started to move her soft hand up and down his growing cock. His erection was getting to the point of no return.
Rakesh squirmed in his seat wondering what her father would say if he knew what his innocent daughter was up to.
"How the hell am I going to get up after dinner?" Rakesh asked himself nervously.
By now Surma had gently pulled his hard cock out of his underwear and was holding and squeezing it. She moved her hand up and down his hardness, pulling his foreskin down below the head of his uncircumcised cock as she masturbated him. All the while she talked to her father and mother who sat right opposite.
"My father never allows me to go out to parties or talk to boys outside our house," Surma said turning to Rakesh. Her eyes revealed nothing of what she was doing under the table.
Surma was stroking his now rock hard cock, squeezing and rubbing the tip with her finger as she ran her soft hand up and down the hard shaft.
Rakesh smiled sheepishly and pretended to eat.
"You eat so slowly Rakesh," Surma's mother informed him. "Don't you like the food?"
"No, the food is lovely," Rakesh mumbled somehow.
"My daughter will not be like the other girls I see these days," her father thundered. "I see them running around with boys on their motorcycles and bringing shame to their families. Surma has been brought up to think only of her studies and her future. There will be time for all this sort of thing after marriage."
"Oh Yes," Rakesh thought to himself, "Lots of time for boys after marriage."
Rakesh's entire body was on fire and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hardly breathe.
"Yes daddy," Surma said demurely. Her hand never stopped masturbating Rakesh. She was rubbing the tip of his cockhead with her forefinger, back and forth, over and over. It was sending ripples of pleasure through his body. She gave his rock hard cock another hard squeeze, making him jerk forward in his chair.
"Are you ok, beta?" Surma's mother was genuinely concerned.
"I am ok aunty," Rakesh stuttered.
Mr. Karthik and his wife looked at each other and wondered why their daughter's friend was not as comfortable as they would have liked him to be. Little did they know that Rakesh was more than enjoying himself. He was choking on the pleasure of being in their home.
"She is a good girl our Surma," her mother piped in, "She studies well, she is good in extra curricular activities and she listens to what we say, always."
