"Anu, your skills are divine!" Dr Madan Roy exclaimed as he sprayed his thick white cum in his wife's mouth. His face was radiating with satisfaction. Anandita, Dr Roy's wife, swallowed the entire load effortlessly and licked the dick clean. They both exchanged a satisfied look. It had been three decades since they exchanged the wedding vows, but this daily ritual of Anandita's blowjob after fucking her pussy remained constant. Like an ideal Indian wife, Anandita was completely dedicated to her husband's pleasure and happiness. And her husband, Dr Roy was so skilled that he never failed to satisfy her every night.
After listening to his words filled with satisfaction in his tone, she smiled and began to get dressed. At 49, Anandita was still an exceptionally attractive woman with a voluptuous body. Her dusky skin, big firm breasts and perfectly rounded ass would make any man hard. Her ass-long thick silky hair had started to turn grey now, but it would add an attractive mature tone to her natural beauty. She gathered her thick hair in a bun, wore her nightgown and settled beside her naked husband. Dr Madan Roy was halfway into his 50s and still, he fucked like a man half of his age. He loved his wife and they both were exceedingly active in bed. Outside of the bedroom too, Dr Madan and Anandita had become an example of an ideal couple among their friends and family. Even on public platforms, Dr Madan never hesitated to his love and gratitude towards his wife; and Anandita, like a quintessential Indian wife, would blush and look at her husband with deep love, respect, and devotion.
Dr Madan Roy came from a distinguished Bengali family. His ancestors were Zamindars and then served the British East India Company as civil servants, judges and bankers. His great-grandfather was a very senior and respected civil servant in the British Government. He moved to Bombay in 1902. With his connections and influence, he managed to amass tremendous wealth. He built a huge Bengali-styled Haveli in the Fort area of Bombay. It was obvious that he expected his son to follow in his footsteps. But his son, Dr Madan's grandfather had something else in his mind. He was influenced by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore's poetry and literature. Dr Madan's grandfather, under the influence of Tagore, studied poetry and literature. This changed everything! Along with Dr Madan's grandfather, several members of the family chose the path of poetry, literature and art. The Roy haveli in Bombay became a centre of intellectual and artistic exchange. The conservative Bengali family was transformed into a very progressive family with global and liberal perspectives. So it was no surprise for anyone when young Madan Roy decided to delve into poetry and literature. His commentary on the ancient literary masterpiece Kalidasa's Shakuntala earned him a lot of praise not only from the critics but from the masses as well. He received his PhD for his work on the Ancient Indian Erotic Literature. He was the first ever person to unearth the Ancient Indian Erotica in such details and eloquent language. Dr Madan wrote research papers and taught Ancient Sanskrit Erotica like Radhika Santvanam and Kama-sutra. He was such a genius that despite the subject of his writings; his language never felt vulgar. In fact, he was regarded as one the most decent commentators on the subject of erotica. At a very young age, he earned many awards and was recognised as an ultimate authority on the subject. But beneath the surface of all this celebrated success, was a dark lurking secret of Dr Madan's lust and desire. Dr Madan's study of Indian erotica went beyond just theory. He started practical experiments and his subjects were none other than his female students, who were willing to offer themselves to this charming professor. It all began in the winter of 1992.
Dr Madan had just finished his PhD and it was only a few months since he was appointed as a professor at the prestigious Queen Victoria College in Bombay. But he already had become the talk of the student circles. His intellectual prowess and youthful charisma made him very famous among the students. His words would flow with eloquence and his melodious voice would enchant the students. He had an innate sense of when to pause for a dramatic effect and when to raise or lower the voice to evoke emotions. He could wield the power of language at his will to have the maximum impact. It won't be an exaggeration if we say that Dr Madan's lectures had a hypnotic effect on his students, especially female students!
On that day, Dr Madan was teaching Kalidasa's portrayal of love and passion in the classroom. He delved into the beauty of human desire and Kalidasa's linguistic prowess to express the erotica. Dr Madan, like always, was quite open and articulate in the use of erotic language. The lecture left a profound impact on the students, especially on Chandrika, an 18-year-old gorgeous Tamil student. She had a typical South Indian complexion, thick long hair neatly braided, firm rounded breasts and a curvy ass. Her beautiful black eyes were adorned with kohl. She was drawn towards her professor Dr Madan, and that led her to approach him after the lecture.
"What is it, Chandrika?" Dr Madan asked softly.
"S...Sir... I have a few doubts..." Chandrika struggled for words. She just wanted his attention, but now when he had it, she didn't know what to do. Dr Madan smiled and raised his eyebrow. Finally, after a couple of seconds, she could phrase a few doubts that would appear genuine ones. He knew what was going on. It was quite clear from her dreamy eyes. But Dr Madan ignored all that and focused solely on the topic at hand and spent a few minutes resolving Chandrika's so-called doubts. For a moment she thought that the interaction was over, but to her surprise, suddenly, Dr Madan asked her to read a few more books and even offered to escort her to the library. How could she decline the proposal? She nodded and walked right behind the professor towards the library.
To be honest, Dr Madan wasn't conventionally handsome. He was hardly 5'7", wheatish complexion with typical Bengali facial features. But his brown eyes shone with curiosity and mystery. His gestures and body language would radiate confidence that complemented his evident intelligence.
At the library, Dr Madan reached for some books on the shelf and handed them to Chandrika. He explained to her about the books and their significance from the context of her 'doubts'. But of course, Chandrika's mind was wandering into the realms of sexual fantasies. All she wanted to do was kiss the professor passionately. Dr Madan seemingly unaware of this, continued his explanations. He then guided her towards another bookshelf in the corner. He fetched a book from the shelf and asked Chandrika to sit at the nearby wooden round table. He opened the book and leaned to explain some passages in the book. How could she concentrate on the words in the book when he was so close? When she could practically smell him? When her cheeks could feel his warm breath? Though Dr Madan tried to maintain his composure, he was acutely aware of his effect on his young student. The lectures were over and the corridors of the college were almost empty. The library would remain open for late evening studies. But like every evening, there was hardly anyone in the library today as well.
Dr Madan's brushed against Chandrika's shoulder sending shivers through her body. Her breath intensified. Dr Madan now deliberately started talking about more explicit and erotic parts of Kalidasa's Shakuntala. Swiftly he shifted to the intricacies of Kama-sutra. It was too hot for Chandrika to handle. Her excitement was evident from her breaths and beads of perspiration forming on her skin. Slowly, as he was explaining the importance of beautiful hair written by Vatsayana in the Kama Sutra, he untied Chandrika's braided hair. Her long thick hair tumbled down back and brushed against her gorgeously rounded ass. His fingers ran along with her neckline making her moan softly in anticipation. Chandrika had fantasized about this moment for many weeks, but now when this was happening she was excited as well as nervous. He smiled. He knew that his 18-year-old student was now ready for him to take. He held her hand and then looked deep into her eyes. And within a fraction of a second, like a magnetic pull, their lips met. He gently pinned her against a bookshelf and kissed her fiercely. She felt his tongue inside her mouth, and she responded. Her fantasy was becoming a reality. She ran her hands into his hair pulling him closer. His hands, firmly ran along with her gorgeous curves, squeezing them occasionally. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her ass. Her moan ignited his passion further and he pulled her even closer. He broke the kiss leaving her breathless and then trailed hot kisses on her neck and bosom. He cupped her breasts and then buried his face in it.
"Oh god!" she moaned. He removed her blue dupatta, unbuttoned her white cotton kurta, and then pulled it off her curvy body. Her beautiful dusky skin was glowing with excitement. He fondled her soft breasts, she moaned softly. With swift action, Dr Madan unhooked her bra and her gorgeous dark nipples were revealed. He was drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He cupped them with one hand as he sucked and licked the hardened nipples. She loved the feel of his lips and tongue on her body. He turned and started kissing her back and neck, and pressed his long hard tool against her curvy ass. She moaned louder and arched her back in response. He slid his hand inside her salwar and rubbed the index finger on her clit. Her pussy was drenched in her juices. He spent no time in untying her salwar and slid down her panties too. This 18-year-old student was totally naked now in the college library. Dr Madan almost leapt towards her like a hunter. But she playfully stopped him and pushed him back. As she walked towards the wooden round table her long silky hair brushed against her perfectly shaped ass. She darted a seductive look towards the professor and smiled biting her lower lip. Her playfulness was exceptionally alluring. She sat on the table top and spread her legs giving a clear view of her wet glittering pussy.
It was quite evident that this wasn't her first time. She was very comfortable with the nudity and knew exactly what she was doing. A few months back, when she turned 18, she had seduced her elder brother into deflowering her. Since then she had acquired quite some experience in the art of lovemaking, not only with her brother but also with her uncle, a neighbour boy and a classmate. So she was absolutely ready for the ultimate desire of her life, her professor- Dr Madan. Of course, he had no idea about her previous shenanigans. For him, she was an innocent 18-year-old gorgeous student filled with lust and desire. And even if he knew, would it matter? Not at all. He himself had had a fair share of pleasures during his college days and at home with cousins.
