"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.
Dr Madan lowered his head and brought it close to Chandrika's pussy. He smelled it, the scent of her juices was inviting. Slowly he started licking her clit first and then moved towards the openings of her pussy.
"Ahhhh..." Chandrika moaned. It was quite loud that Dr Madan feared that the Librarian might hear something. He stretched his hand and shut her mouth restricting any further loud noises, all this while continuing to lick her pussy. Chandrika gasped and her head fell back as he darted his expert tongue deep into her cunt. His other hand flicked her clit as he licked and sucked her. She held his head tightly making sure that he wouldn't stop. His warm breath on her clit would send shivers down her spine ultimately pushing her on the edge. Her body was on fire, every nerve of her body was experiencing divine pleasure.
"Hmpff..." gagged with his hand, she moaned intensely. That was probably the third of her orgasms. She fell on her back with a flush of satisfaction on her face.
Dr Madan stood up, his eyes filled with all the desire in the world. He unzipped his trousers and took out his rock-hard dick. She had never seen such a big dick. It was not only a long one, but its girth was substantial too. She bit her lips and went on her knees like an obedient girl. She kissed the cock, teasing him a bit before taking it in her mouth. It was quite big for her tender mouth, but she didn't hesitate. Her wet mouth felt amazing around the head of the dick. She felt the taste of his dick on her tongue. With the touch of her soft lips and tongue, Dr Madan moaned softly. He reached down to hold her long thick hair in his hand. His waist and her head moved in a tandem giving him the utmost pleasure. How would he hold back for long? She could feel his throbbing dick in her mouth and noticed the taste of his precum. She knew that he was now close and then increased her pace, sucking faster and harder. Dr Madan held her head firmly with both of his hands and started fucking her mouth. He thrust his hard dick deep into her mouth. There was no chance that he would take it out now before unloading all his cum into her mouth. And she was ready for it. She grabbed his balls and gently massaged them as he continued to fuck her mouth. Dr Madan let out a loud moan as he reached his orgasm and released his thick white cum in her mouth. It was so much that some drops spilled out from the sides of her lips dropping on his still throbbing dick.
He leaned back on the table with satisfaction and then looked at his student. Chandrika was still on her knees licking and cleaning every drop of his cum. She swallowed his entire load without any qualms. She loved the taste of his cum. Dr Madan noticed a few drops were resting on his cum. He took them on two of his fingers and held them in front of her. She knew what was expected from her. Seductively she sucked and licked his fingers, all the while looking directly into his eyes. That was quite the sight! She casually gathered her long hair in a bun and stood up. It wasn't meant to be a seductive movement, but she did it with such grace that skipped a breath. Despite ejaculating just a few moments ago, the naked sexy body of his student was attractive enough for Dr Madan that he had an erection again. Chandrika's eyes widened with surprise. She had never seen her brother or her uncle or any other man getting an erection in such quick succession. Dr Madan was truly special. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. Her hand holding his hard dick and stroking it gently. She sat on the tabletop and spread her legs. He positioned his hard dick right at the door of her wet pussy and with just one jerk he buried his hard big cock inside her.
"Amma!!" she screamed with pleasure. Chandrika's pussy was tight clenching herself around his hard cock. She loved the sensation of his cock inside her. His hips moved in a nice rhythmic motion to get the maximum pleasure for both of them. Her nails digging in his shoulders as the waves of pleasure started flowing through her body and with that, his speed increased.
"Yes Sir, yes...harder...harder..." she moaned in a raw and needy voice.
"Say my name..." he ordered.
"Oh, Madan!" Chandrika exclaimed, "fuck me, take me, I'm yours!"
He smiled and continued pounding her hard. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her pointy nipples.
"Ahh..."
"Do you like that Chandrika?" he asked. She just nodded, unable to speak due to the pleasure. He increased his speed and with every thrust she experienced the unworldly pleasure of sex. Another wave of back-to-back orgasms took over her. How many of them? She lost the count. After a point, he pulled out and stood straight. She was confused but only for a second. She understood what he wanted as if they had now established a celestial connection now. She was ready for that. She had already surrendered herself completely to him. Gently but firmly he bent her on the table making her rear visible. He squeezed her lovely ass and then rubbed his fingers on her wet cunt. Then with one hand he gathered her hair and pulled them gently making her body arch. And slowly inserted his dick inside her.
"Yes...yes, fuck...yes Madan!" she screamed with pleasure with his every thrust. The thumping sound of his thighs hitting her ass was music to their ears. Her moaning pushed him to the edge and he could feel his balls getting emptied as his dick released all the cum inside her pussy. With the sensation of his warm cum she received yet another orgasm. He collapsed over her, affectionately hugging her from behind.
They stayed attached for a while, catching their breath. When he pulled out his cock his cum leaked from her well fucked hole. Just like earlier, with a smile, he took the drops on his fingers and held them in front of her. Chandrika suckled on them, testing her own juices along with the cum.
"That was a very enlightening lesson, Chandrika," Dr Madan said with a smile as he got dressed, "I'm looking forward to repeating this soon with my favourite student!"
Chandrika blushed. She couldn't believe what she had done. Her dream had come true, but was it right? What if someone finds out that she was fucking her teacher? She was embarrassed by all the thoughts.
"Goodbye!" he kissed her on her cheek before leaving the library. She looked at him, all her fears and shame washed away. How could she stay away from this godly man of pleasures? The one who gave her waves after waves of orgasms? She assured herself that there was nothing wrong with being with her professor. She was convinced that the forbidden pleasure must continue. And so it did!
Chandrika and her professor Dr Madan Roy continued their secret encounters, each more passionate and scandalous than the last. They made love at the most unexpected places, from the empty classrooms to the dean's cabin after office hours; and from toilet cubicles to the back seat of Dr Madan's car. They were living a dream life. She was addicted to his cum and he to her body. At times they fucked three-four times a day! Of course, not every encounter was an elaborate one. Sometimes they would sneak into an empty dark college corridor to have a standing quickie or a blowjob or fingering session. But the fear of getting caught was exciting and was pushing them to the edge. But soon this dream world came down crashing when Chandrika brought the news that she was pregnant.
"Wh...what? H...How??" Dr Madan almost screamed in a fearful tone.
"What do you mean how? It's yours. You have been fucking me in every corner of the college." She said with some anxiety and anger. She expected some support from her lover-professor, not an interrogation.
"I didn't mean that..." Dr Madan sensing the situation toned down his voice, "I meant, didn't we take care every time? You took Dr Batliwala's pills regularly, right?"
"Yes, but I don't know," Chandrika said sobbing. She didn't know what to do now. They both knew that there was always a 1% chance of contraceptives failing. The companies display it on their packets too. But who cares about the possibility of that 1%? But in Chandrika and Dr Madan's case, the 1% had become their reality. Chandrika was now pregnant with Dr Madan's baby.
An unplanned pregnancy out of wedlock would have been a disaster with Chandrika's orthodox Tamil family. It wouldn't be easy for the liberal Roy family either. Apart from social and familial pressures, a news like this would have ruined Dr Madan's reputation as a professor. He would have to resign for fucking his student. His whole career was at stake.
"What should we do now?" Chandrika hugged and looked at him. Her eyes pleading for an assurance that he would make everything right, or at least a plan to get out of this nightmare.
"We will find a way out," he said in a shaky voice. His tone didn't carry the confidence that she was looking for. He realised it. "Don't worry. I won't leave you," he said in a much assuring way, "and we will sail through it together, okay?"
"I love you!" she kissed him.
"I love you too!" he kissed her back.
But it would have been easier if love would solve all the problems. Chandrika was pregnant and her gynaecologist Dr Batliwala informed them that due to some medical conditions, abortion was not an option. Finally, there was only one solution available for Dr Madan and Chandrika- marriage! It was a decision made out of necessity but wasn't an unwanted one. Both were madly in love with each other and were happy with the idea of being together for life. It was overwhelming for sure. Their marriage was a hurried affair. On Chandrika's family's insistence, Tamil rituals were followed. The initial reluctance of her family was overcome by the Roy family's social status and Madan's charm. His assurance of letting her continue her studies after marriage also played a vital role in convincing the Tamil family that held education in high regard. As per the Indian tradition, Dr Madan changed Chandrika's name to Anandita- 'the one that is blissful'!
Within the next 6 months, their son Subhash was born. Chandrika aka Anandita was now completely devoted herself to her duties as a mother and a wife. She managed the Roy household with grace and efficiency. After the unwanted pregnancy that prompted them to get married, Dr Madan never released his cum in Anandita's pussy again. They formed a kind of ritual of fucking the pussy first and then spraying his cum in her mouth. The cum-addict Anandita was happy with this arrangement and so was Dr Madan. Their sex life continued with all the vigour and love even after so many years of marriage. Everything was just perfect in the lives of Dr Madan and Anandita, except for one thing- excitement. The affair that had begun in the library corner and that flourished in the empty corridors of the college had offered something lot more than just physical pleasure. On the surface, they were a happy loyal couple, but deep down something sinister was brewing. The day Dr Madan fucked Chandrika in the library he realised his power over his nubile students. The intoxicating control he had over his female students was not easy to give up. This led to a doorway to a life of indulgence.
Dr Madan began to see his students as conquests, relishing the thrill of seduction and the dominance he could exert over those who admired him. Though it started with his students, vulnerable to his intellectual charm, soon he expanded his sexual web to his younger colleagues as well. There were hardly any of his students that had not tasted his cum or had not experienced his talented tongue on her pussy. Each new conquest gave Dr Madan a different kind of high, it was almost like an addiction to power and lust. Dr Madan was living a dream life straight out of the Vātsyāyana Kama-Sutra he used to teach in class.
Anandita was oblivious to all this and continued her duty as a mother and a wife. There was no reason for her to doubt her husband. Dr Madan truly loved her with all heart. His passion for her body never dwindled and they made love quite regularly. Even after thirty years of their marriage, their bond was stronger than ever. He was living a life split into two- A dedicated family man at home and a lusty professor at the college. On one hand, he would get drawn to delicate young pussies in the college and on the other he would find solace in the bosom of his mature wife Anandita.
On that day, Dr Madan sprayed his cum in Anandita's wet mouth and they both went to bed not knowing that soon their lives were about to change completely. This new chapter in their lives involved none other than their son Subhash and his wife, their daughter-in-law, Devayani...
The rain was pouring relentlessly on the streets of Bombay that day. But it formed a perfect cover for a car parked in a corner on a secluded street, its windows fogged by the body heat of the young lovers in the back seat. Subhash's hands were moving on Devyani's curves.
"Fuck! I have been thinking about your pussy all day!" Subhash said as he squeezed Devyani's ass.
"I know!" She said with a smirk before reaching down to his erection "I can feel it..." She started stroking it through his pants. She looked at him and kissed him passionately.
He broke the kiss and started kissing her neck and then shoulders, sucking and nibbling her sensitive skin. She arched back. His hands reached her back and unhooked her bra freeing her perfectly rounded breasts. He cupped them in his hands with thumbs brushing against her pointy nipples. She moaned softly. Subhash pushed her on her back on the seat, quickly pulled Devyani's pants down and spread her legs firmly. She smiled. She liked it when he took the lead. He buried his face into her wet pink pussy. She screamed with pleasure as his tongue touched the inner walls of her vagina and his lips flicked her clit.
"Oh god, yes, right there!" From her moans, it was evident that he had found the right spot.
"Oh fuck...yes yes..." Devyani cried out, her hands gripping his head. Subhash continued licking and eating Devyani's pussy. There were waves of orgasms for Devyani. Her face was flushed with pleasure and satisfaction as she arched back to enjoy the moment. A few moments passed in each other's embrace.
"Let me return the favour, darling" Devyani said with a sly smile. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard dick. She leaned down and took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his tool. He gathered her hair in one hand and gently guided her head. She sucked him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around the hard cock.
"Oh gosh, you are so good!" He said with a moan. She sucked hard, her fingers gripping the base of his dick and the other hand caressing his balls.
"Aahhh..." His moans got louder with her increasing blowing speed.
"Sluuurrrrpppp..." Her concentration and dedication in sucking his dick was phenomenal. He was now close. Very close. And suddenly she stopped and pulled back. She looked up at him with her brown beautiful eyes filled with lust and desire. Her lips were glistening with his precum.
"I want you inside me," She whispered with excitement. She straddled him, this time with her back to him. She gathered her hair and took it front from her left shoulder exposing her bare back. He was rock hard now. Her pussy hovering over his dick. He reached down and guided it inside her. She hissed as she sank onto him. Slowly the entire dick disappeared inside her. She moaned, her head falling back. He held her gorgeous long hair and pulled it gently, arching her body. He thrust upwards.
"Ahh," She moaned, her pussy clenching his cock. His hands cupped her breasts and then pinched her nipples softly as he continued thrusting his dock deep inside her.
"Oh my god Subhu..." She screamed. Her hips grinding against his crotch, she held the front seat of the car firmly for balance. The dick continued to come halfway out and then disappear again deep inside her wet pussy. Her juices were flowing on his cock. He thrust harder his balls slapping against her clit.
"Oh my god...yes... fuck me...fuck me hard," She screamed. This wasn't their first time. He knew what she liked, how her body would react to his nibbling and squeezing. He pressed his two fingers on her clit rubbing it passionately. His cock was hitting the inner walls of her gorgeous pink pussy and his hands were rubbing her clit. From her gasps and moans, it was quite evident that she was having multiple orgasms.
"I'm gonna cum," He whispered.
"Wait!"
"What?" He said with obvious irritation in his tone. His dick was still inside her ready to spray his cum.
"I want to taste you..." She said in a lusty tone. Her seductive movements were enough for him to remain hard. She bent forward to take the dick in her mouth again. This time it was drenched in her juices. Devyani smelled herself on that wet mighty dick and without a second thought took it all the way in. As her lips wrapped tightly around the dick she moved her head up and down. He was already on the edge so it didn't take long.
"Open your mouth, I want to see you swallow it," He ordered. Like an obedient girl, she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out with a lusty smile. He felt emptying his dick in her mouth. She closed her mouth swallowing every drop of his thick white cum.
"Fuck! That was amazing," Subhash said collapsing back in the seat.
"Yes, it was!" Devyani agreed, cuddling up against him. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat after an hour-long fuck session in the back seat of the car. It was still raining heavily.
Subhash Roy was the only son of Prof Dr Madan Roy, a distinguished writer, poet, literary critic and the head of the Literature department at Queen Victoria College. Following his father's footsteps Subhash finished his graduation in Indian literature. But unlike his father, he decided to explore beyond the topic of literature. He developed a deep interest in other forms of expression too, like sculptures and architecture. That led him to study Indology- the study of ancient India, as his postgraduate specialisation. After that he went to the University of Chicago's Oriental Institute, where he further delved into mythologies around the world, finishing his PhD thesis on the portrayal of eroticism in ancient civilisations. When he came back to India, getting a job at Bombay University was not a difficult task at all. But furthering his interests he established an Oriental Studies Circle in the university. The circle organised several talks and debates. That's where Subhash met Devyani for the first time. Devyani Apte, a sociology professor, was invited as a speaker in one of the programmes organised by the Circle. What started as a simple acquaintance soon deepened into a friendship that gradually blossomed into something much more profound. Though neither had expressed their feelings, everything changed after their field trip with the students. The Circle had organized this trip to a temple in Khidrapur in southern Maharashtra. The temple is an artistic masterpiece. After a day-long visit to the temple complex and several discussions about it, everyone returned feeling tired. The students went to their hostel dormitories and the staff to their hotel rooms. But Subhash was still engrossed in the temple experience. He wanted to share his observations and thoughts. So he texted Devyani to see whether she was interested. Of course, she was. She replied positively within seconds as if she was waiting for his message.
She entered his room, freshly showered, her long wet hair cascading over her shoulders. All day, she looked beautiful in a cotton saree, but now she had changed into a loose T-shirt and pajamas. She looked stunning, and Subhash felt his heart skip a beat. He began talking about the temple, its sculptures, and his observations but his words were faltering. He couldn't avoid losing his focus every time he noticed her neckline and the gorgeous curves of her body. The tension between them, long suppressed, finally broke. Their desires erupted and they embraced passionately. From that moment on, they seized every opportunity to be with each other, savouring every moment together. Sneaking out from the University, escaping the curious gazes of the students, they had managed to find places to make love. Today was no different when they found refuge in the backseat of the car.
"Let's get married," Subhash said breaking the silence.
"What? Are you sure?" Devyani asked with a tinge of hesitation.
"Yes! I've never been more sure about anything in my life," he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His tone was reassuring and his smile was confident.
"I love you!" She had uttered those words hundreds of times before this. But now, it carried a different, profound weight.
"I love you too!" Subhash responded pulling her closer.
"Ma, Baba," Subhash entered the house with a bright smile, "I want you to meet Devyani"
"Welcome, Beti!" Anandita embraced her future daughter-in-law with a warm smile. But Dr Madan stood frozen.
"You might recognise her, Dad," said Subhash, "She was one of your students"
Of course, Dr Madan remembered his gorgeous young student. And how could he forget those forbidden and passionate sexual encounters with Devyani in the dark corridors of the college? During her college days, Devyani, like most of the other female students, was under Dr Madan's charm.
"Ah... yes, yes... I remember," Dr Madan stammered as if he vaguely remembered her. But in fact, she was perfectly engraved in his memory. After all, Devyani was his favourite student from her batch. Her oral skills were impeccable and she had one of the most attractive figures in the college.
"The batch of 2016?" His question was an obvious facade.
"2015," Devyani corrected him with a smile masking the unseen tension between the two. Dr Madan was still in shock. He had never imagined that his sexual adventures in the college would reach his house like this. What if his son finds out about her past? Will he be able to forgive Dr Madan? And what about Anandita? What would she do if she found that her so-called perfect husband had been fucking every young pussy in his classroom?
"Baba, are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"You look lost. Aren't you happy?" Subhash asked. He valued his father's approval a lot.
"Of course, I'm happy," Dr Madan said with a forced smile and turned to Devyani, "Welcome to the family, Beti"
As the wedding preparations began, Devyani became a regular visitor at the Roy residence. In just a few weeks, she and Anandita developed a strong bond. They talked endlessly about the wedding ceremonies, decorations, and shopping. But while the women became close, Dr Madan struggled with his memories of Devyani which refused to fade. It had been years since their sexual affair, but for Dr Madan, the memories were still fresh. She was as captivating as ever, perhaps even more so now. She had better curves, well-maintained gorgeous long hair, and a mature presence. He knew it was wrong and risky, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at her or from trying to be near her when she was around. But his attempts were not confident moves. He was hesitant, confused. He had no idea how would she react to his advances. Also, the thought of his wife and son discovering this terrified him.
Devyani's response to Dr Madan's subtle moves was a mystery. She neither encouraged nor rejected him, until their brief encounter in the kitchen. On that day, Devyani and her soon-to-be mother-in-law Anandita returned home after some shopping in the morning. Subhash was already out for work. Dr Madan was about to leave as he had planned an 'extra class' for one of his students at the college.
"How about having some tea with us before you go?" Anandita requested her husband.
"Oh no, I might get late..." Dr Madan said.
"Come on, Professor!" Devyani said with a sly smile, "Your students can wait for a few minutes."
"You should not break your daughter-in-law's heart," Anandita said in a teasing tone, "Now you'll have to have tea with us."
"A...Alright... alright. But make it quick," Dr Madan stammered hesitantly. He pulled out his mobile and called someone, probably to inform them that he was coming late. As he went out for the call, Anandita gathered her hair in a bun, tied the pallu of her saree and got up to make tea.
"Ma, I'll make it today," Devyani volunteered and went to the kitchen. Dr Madan, after finishing his call, wandered there, as if by accident. But once there, he hesitated, unsure of what to do next. His son was out for work and his wife was sitting in the living room. He was torn between an uncontrollable desire and the fear of crossing the line. His internal struggle was evident on his face and Devyani noticed it. She smiled as she poured tea in the cups. She picked up the tray of tea cups and started walking out of the kitchen. But suddenly she paused near Dr Madan, leaned a bit closer to him and whispered,
"Be patient... We'll get everything we want," Her tone was confident and assuring, "But let's wait for the right time"
She left the kitchen and Dr Madan stood there in disbelief. Was it a dream? He was thrilled. Devyani had not rejected him. On the contrary, she had hinted at the possibility of having something between them. Her words lingered in his mind as she walked out of the kitchen. Her figure looked stunning and her cascading long hair was touching her perfectly shaped ass. Dr Madan wanted to bend her right there, rip her clothes apart, and fuck her like never before. Obviously, he didn't do any of that. After the tea, he went straight for his 'extra' tutoring in the library. His young student, hardly 19 years old, was ready for him. He kissed her hard and then bent her over the table, the same table where fucked his wife Anandita for the first time. The same table where he had fucked his future daughter-in-law too. He pinned his student on the table and inserted his hard dick into her from behind. She moaned with pleasure. Though he was fucking his student, all he could think of was Devyani and her body.
"Ah... oh god, yes... yes Sir.. fuck me harder..." His student screamed with pleasure. With every thrust deep into his student's horny pink pussy, his resolve to fuck Devyani was getting stronger.
Wasn't Dr Madan afraid of getting caught? Of course, he was. But the fear of his illicit affairs with his students coming to light should have deterred him a long time ago. If fear alone could stop him, he would have never crossed the line with his students. For him the fear was not a deterrent, it was the intoxicant. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught always gave him a high. As he continued fucking his student from behind, Devyani's words replayed in his mind- "We'll get everything we want" The promise of a forbidden pleasure sent shivers down his spine- a mix of fear and excitement. His speed of fucking increased.
"Ah...yes..." the student continued moaning loudly. As usual, the librarian Mrs Sharma ignored it as she, too, was a beneficiary of Dr Madan's pussy-pleasing dick. Dr Madan continued drilling his nubile student. His thoughts were still engulfed by the words of Devyani. The danger itself involved in fucking Devyani made the temptation irresistible. The thumping sound of his thighs banging the student's ass was echoing in the empty library.
"Oh fuck!" Dr Madan's tone was full of fear as he realized that he sprayed his thick white cum inside the student's pussy, "Shit...shit...shit..."
"Don't worry, Sir," The student, who just had experienced multiple orgasms, tried to calm her professor, "It's okay"
"No...no. It's not okay," the restless professor replied. He could never forget that he had to marry his student hastily only because he got her pregnant. After that, Dr Madan resolved not to repeat his mistake. Since that day in 1993, Dr Madan had never released his cum in any pussy, including his wife's. He would always end things in the woman's mouth. But today, when he got lost thinking about Devyani, he just lost control.
"Fuck...this is bad." He was sweating, partly because of the fuck session but mostly because of the situation.
"Sir, I'm on the pills. You don't have anything to worry about," the student again tried to calm the professor.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir," Dr Madan was relieved somehow.
"Why are you on the pills when we never end inside?" He asked curiously as he got dressed.
"Because my boyfriend likes to release it inside," said the student in a casual tone.
"Your boyfriend??" Dr Madan was a little taken aback, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"Didn't I tell you?" Still, her tone was quite casual, "I must have forgotten. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Irrespective of who's my boyfriend or whom I get married in the future, I'll always be in awe of this amazing human being and his mighty dick," She leaned forward and kissed the professor. And with a sly smile, she rubbed her hands on his crotch before leaving. Her words comforted him, not only on the topic of releasing his cum inside her but also about girls getting attracted to him despite having boyfriends and husbands. This brought back the thoughts of Devyani. Dr Madan realised that despite getting married Devyani would be willing to fuck her favourite professor and now her father-in-law.
"Exciting times ahead!" he told himself.
Subhash and Devyani's wedding ceremony was nothing short of spectacular. Devyani came from an upper-middle-class Marathi family. Her father Ravindra Apte was an engineer who graduated from IIT Bombay and ran a consultancy firm. Her mother Supriya Apte was heading South East Asia region, in a leading multinational bank. They had built their world with academic excellence and hard work. Despite their success, the Aptes were very down-to-earth and private people. On the other hand, the Roys were a socially respected and well-connected family. The guest list at the wedding was a testament to the respect they wield. The list included writers, journalists, philosophers, economists, and senior academicians. Even the wife of the Chief Minister- Mrs Amruta Deshmukh was on the guest list. Long back she was Dr Madan's junior colleague in the Victoria College, while her husband was still struggling to make a mark in Politics. And of course, back then Dr Madan had fucked her wildly several times. They maintained their friendship even after she left the job when her husband became a state minister. Today she was the first lady of the state and was attending the wedding of her former lover's son. The evening cocktail party was graced by none other than Bollywood's celebrated lyricist Shahid Ilahabadi and his wife, the yesteryear's famous actress Zarina Khan. The wedding was a gathering of Bombay's elite, a symbol of the Roys' social influence.
Dr Madan, smoking his cigar, was moving through the crowd with practised ease, greeting each guest with a smile. At the same time, his eyes couldn't resist wandering to the bride. And why not, Devyani looked absolutely stunning in her red designer Lehenga. Her embroidered blouse was both elegant and sexy. Her long wavy hair styled to perfection complementing her attire. As any bride would want, she was the most attractive woman there.
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen!" Dr Madan was snapped out of his dirty thoughts. The leader of the music band was holding the mic, "Now I urge the bride and the groom to come forward and dance!" The crowd cheered for the newlyweds Subhash and Devyani as they walked on the dance floor. On the band leader's signal, the bright light settings changed to dim romantic lights and the music complemented. Soon other couples joined the newlyweds, including Dr Madan and Anandita. The Bombay elites seemed to know the drill. They knew the dance steps and the smooth transitions of ballroom dance, changing partners at regular intervals. Devyani was not familiar with this. She struggled a bit and fumbled through the dance steps. She started to worry about looking like a fool at her own wedding party, until after a partner change, she found herself in the arms of Dr Madan. She felt relieved and smiled. Dr Madan smiled back.
"I know this is new for you," He whispered in her ears, "but don't worry. I'm here for you. Don't hold back, just go with the flow." His assuring words made her feel better. She couldn't help but wonder was her ex-professor talking about the dance or something else entirely. She looked deep into his eyes trying to find out what he really had in mind. He didn't say anything.
But his smirk was alluring. There was a sparkle in her eyes and she smiled. Right before the next partner-change, she leaned forward and whispered,
"Stay awake tonight"
Dr Madan froze. He could not believe what he had heard just now. Was it really what he heard? Was she suggesting what he thought she was? On her wedding night, no less!? This sounded impossible. His heart was now beating fast and in those few seconds, he missed the rhythm. He excused himself and went straight to the bar counter.
"Stay awake tonight- What the fuck! Is this really happening?" He asked himself. He hastily lit another cigar and ordered the finest scotch.
"Woohoo!" the crowd cheered at the end of the romantic dance. Dr Madan looked at the dance floor. Devyani was in her husband's arms now. Dancing on the latest Bollywood number, laughing, comfortable, happy. He sipped his drink and puffed the cigar. The bitter taste of the scotch and the cigar tobacco lingered on his tongue for a while. Devyani stepped down from the dance floor now and mixed with her friends and relatives. Her movements were extremely elegant. Her smile would make any man go crazy for her.
"Is it right to think like this about your daughter-in-law?" Dr Madan asked himself again, "What will society think if it is exposed?"
In that thought, he finished his drink in one go and ordered another one. Taking a long drag from his cigar, he looked at Devyani again. At the same moment, she darted a glance at him. Her piercing eyes seemed full of lust and desire- or at least that's what he felt! She looked gorgeous. Cute and sensuous at the same time- a lethal combination.
"Fuck the world!" he muttered to himself before finishing his second drink. The thrill of the forbidden fruit, the excitement of a taboo relationship, and the uncontrollable lust for his daughter-in-law now consumed him completely, pushing aside all of his worries and fears. Tonight, everything could change.
But how was it possible? This was Devyani and Subhas's wedding night after all. And what about Anandita? What if she learned about what's happening between her husband and her daughter-in-law? Dr Madan had too many questions. But every time he looked at Devyani, he felt assured. She looked calm and determined.
The cocktail party ended quite late. Only a few guests close to the family remained, leaving one by one. Both the Roys and Aptes stood at the entrance bidding farewell to the departing guests. At last, the car arrived for the newlyweds. It was decorated lavishly with beautiful white and pink flowers. With tears in their eyes, Devyani's parents hugged her tightly, before saying goodbye. Subhash, visibly drunk, fumbled to open the door for his wife. But instead, Devyani had to step up and help him get into the car. She darted a look at Dr Madan and smirked, before sitting next to her husband. Nobody realised what it meant, but Dr Madan got the message. He was expected to stay awake tonight. His excitement was on the edge, trying hard to control it so that it wouldn't be evident on his face. The car rolled out of the Wedding venue premises and moved swiftly on the empty streets of Bombay towards the Roy residence.
"Oh god, I'm so tired," Anandita sighed as she entered the house with her husband, "Bimala, get me some water," she ordered the maid who had opened the door before almost collapsing onto the couch.
"Are you okay?" Dr Madan asked, concern in his voice.
"It's nothing to worry about, darling. Just a headache," She rubbed her forehead, "I think my body is finally relaxing after all the stress of our son's wedding."
"Yes, I can imagine." Dr Madan said lovingly, "Is there anything I can do for you?" He sat next to her and gently took her hand. They truly loved each other.
"You must be tired too. You should rest" Anandita said softly and rested her head on his shoulders. Just then Bimala arrived with a glass of water.
"I think you should take an aspirin or something," Dr Madan suggested.
"That's a good idea."
"Also, if you 'd like I can give you Diazepam," Dr Madan slyly suggested to take a sleeping pill.
"What? Why would I need that?" Anandita asked in a surprised tone, knowing that usually, Dr Madan opposed sleeping pills.
"Today is different," Those words carried a different meaning for both of them, "Your body needs to rest. Managing so many of our guests as the first lady of the house is no easy task!" He said stroking her cheeks gently.
"Memsaab," Bimalas asked, breaking the romantic moment of the Roys, "shall I leave now?"
"Oh yes, yes. Did Subhash and Anandita have anything to eat or drink before they went upstairs?" the motherly concern of Anandita was evident.
"Not from the kitchen but I have kept a glass of Kesar Milk for them in their room, just as you instructed," Bimala replied and left the house. Meanwhile, Dr Madan handed his wife the sleeping pill. She swallowed it with a gulp of water.
"Aren't you coming to bed?" Anandita asked Dr Madan as she noticed that Dr Madan was heading to his study room.
"I'm not sleepy yet. I'll read a book for some time," Dr Madan replied casually. It was not unusual for him to stay up late reading- he was a true bookworm.
"Alright, but don't stretch yourself too much. We are not young anymore," though she said it, from her tone, it was obvious that she appreciated Dr Madan's energy and enthusiasm. Dr Madan just smiled watching his wife climb the stairs toward their bedroom. At the age of 49, Anandita still looked exceptionally attractive. Today she had chosen a stunning designer blue saree paired with some fine silver jewelry. Her long, thick hair was perfectly styled in a bun held in place with an elegant brooch. But as she returned home, Anandita had let her hair down. Her hair softly rubbing against her ass cheeks as she climbed the stairs, it was quite a sight. Even after so many years of marriage, Dr Madan couldn't stop appreciating her gorgeous curves. His dick was getting harder.
Dr Madan made sure that his wife was in their bedroom and that there was no one else around now. He entered the study room, leaned against the wooden table there and unzipped his pants. Anandita's perfectly rounded big ass had already made him hard. He stroked his dick a couple of times thinking about his wife, her hair, her body... But suddenly his mind now wandered to the image of his daughter-in-law. 'Stay awake tonight' her words were replayed in his mind. Flashes of incidents from the past appeared before his eyes. The time when he fucked Devyani in the college toilet, the incident when he fingered her till she came; and also the thrilling experience when Devyani sucked Dr Madan's hard cock under the table when Dr Madan was busy talking to another professor in his cabin. So many memories from her college days! Dr Madan was leaning against the table and stroking his tool with closed eyes.
"Looks like you started without me," Devyani's words startled Dr Madan. She was standing at the door of the study, wearing a red sheer nighty, the one that she specifically bought for the wedding night. The self-patterned sheer material was transparent enough to reveal her alluring body underneath. Its spaghetti straps were holding up her perfectly shaped melons, showcasing her nice cleavage.
"I...I...umm...I mean...w...what..." Dr Madan stammered. One of the greatest literature experts in the country was struggling for words. He stood frozen.
"Professor, you still have a lovely dick..." Devyani whispered with a seductive smile and an infinite lust in her tone. With a few steps, she came close to Dr Madan, looking stunning in her transparent nighty. She gathered her long hair and tied it with a hair clutch and went on her knees. His gloriously standing thick cock was right in front of her face.
"W...w...what are you doing?" That was a stupid question. It felt far more stupid particularly as it came from the person who had seen hundreds of women in that position so far. Devyani laughed.
"Professor, what's the matter?" she asked, controlling her laughter. Her mocking laughter had its impact on Dr Madan. He felt embarrassed and his dick started losing erection.
"W...What if Subhash gets up?" he stammered.
"I've known him for quite some time now" Devyani stood up and started strolling circling the table, her tone a little condescending, "And from my experience, I always knew that he couldn't handle his alcohol."
"And?" Dr Madan asked in anticipation.
"And?" Devyani laughed, "And I made the most of it."
"What do you mean?"
"It means, Dr Madan Roy, that tonight in the cocktail party I encouraged my beloved husband to have plenty of tequila shots so that neither he nor his dick could stand tall in bed."
"What? Why?" Dr Madan felt dumb.
"Because I made a promise to my professor," she now reached back to the position where she started, "And I intend to keep my promise. My professor deserves all the pleasure in the world."
Devyani again went down on her knees, "Now the question remains, does the professor want this or not!" She bit her lower lip and removed a strap on her left shoulder exposing her left boob. She squeezed it a little. Dr Madan's blood started flowing back to his dick. She smiled as she saw his dick getting harder again. Then she removed her second strap too, exposing her upper body. She surely was grown. Her melons looked much bigger than those of her during her college days. Dr Madan's dick was now rock-hard. Without any further delay, Devyani eagerly took her father-in-law's dick in her mouth.
"Oh m...my..." He moaned softly.
"Slurrppp" Her saliva was a perfect lubricant as she moved her head back and forth. With her every blow, he felt weak in his legs. He held the edges of the table for balance. She was good. 'Well, she was always good!' thought the professor. She was his favourite student precisely because of her incredible blowjob skills. Her soft lips and perfect tongue knew exactly how to please a man's dick.
Dr Madan placed his hand on her head. He opened her hair clutch and let her lovely hair fall on her bare back. She continued sucking his dick hard and he gathered her hair firmly in his fist, while the other hand still held the edge of the table. The first shock of his daughter-in-law sucking him on her wedding night surely had made him feel weak and surprised. But now, slowly, he started to feel empowered again. He remembered that he was the man who held uncanny charisma over women, he recalled that he had fucked this girl hundreds of times before she became his daughter-in-law, he reminded himself that he had an authority over this body. The professor, in his mid-fifties, still filled with the energy and lust of a teenager, was now ready to take control. He stood firm on his legs, still holding her long beautiful hair. He tightened his grip at the back of her head and pushed his dick deep inside her mouth.
"Hmpf..." His assertiveness came as a surprise to her. But she loved it that way. She expertly wrapped her lips around his dick and swallowed it whole in her mouth. His hips started moving fast now, fucking her mouth.
"Hmpf...hmpf...gk...gck..." Devyani making erotic sounds with his every thrust. Her hands were now gently caressing his balls, making the facefuck experience far more pleasurable for her father-in-law.
"Oh yes, Devyani..." he let her hair loose again and held her head with both hands fucking her mouth aggressively. She didn't complain.
"Ah...aah..." He was now on the verge of erupting. Devyani didn't want to end this so quickly. So she tried to take his dick out of her mouth. But Dr Madan held her head firmly and didn't let her move it even an inch. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightened as he reached the tipping point.
"Ahh...oh god!" Dr Madan's dick exploded with his cum sprayed in Devyani's mouth. It was so much that some drops of his cum fell on the rich carpet in the study room. She was almost choked by the thickness and the force of his cum.
He leaned back again, resting his hips on the wooden table, watching his daughter-in-law swallowing all of his load. She looked gorgeous.
"That was good, Devyani," said Dr Madan as she stood up. She didn't respond, her face showing no signs of satisfaction.
"Professor, do you remember the one time when we fucked in our college dean's cabin after the college hours?" She asked, settling into the chair and opening the drawer to her right. As expected, it had a pack of cigars. She pulled one out.
"Of course, I remember," replied the professor holding a lighter for her, "It is impossible to forget any moment spent with you," he said with a smile and lit her cigar. The smoke filled the room as she inhaled deeply savouring the rich taste of tobacco. The bitter cigar played between her soft lips and wet tongue, similar to Dr Madan's long hard dick that had been there a few moments ago. He smiled at the thought.
"We fucked for hours..." Devyani mumbled, as if she was talking to herself, lost in the memories, "You were so...youthful..."
"I'm still the same," Dr Madan assured her.
"Oh really?" Devyani raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical, "It has been just a few minutes since I came down here in this room," she said taking a quick drag of her cigar, "And look at us- smoking and talking."
"What do you mean?" He asked with a smirk, though he knew exactly what she was implying.
"If I'm not breathless because of you; if I'm not exhausted after being with you... then I think you have gotten old, professor," she tapped the ash from her cigar into the ashtray, "Maybe we should just leave our best memories as they are instead of trying to make something that's disappointing."
"Well, I'd agree," He replied knowing what she wanted, "but only if this was true!"
"What do you mean?" she asked curiously with a glint in her eyes.
"I mean," he said standing up, "We are not done yet, darling!"
She blushed, her heart racing in anticipation.
"Picture abhi baaki hai!" he delivered the film dialogue in style before placing his lips on hers. Her disappointment faded as he caressed her boobs gently. She felt a wave of desire and for the moment the world around them seemed to disappear. He held her by her waist and placed her on the tabletop, his lips continued kissing her neck and bosom. She moaned softly. With his touch, Devyani felt like she was entering a world full of lust and excitement, a magical place where nothing mattered- except his body, his lips, his dick. He removed her nighty and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, putting her gorgeous pink pussy on full display. He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked her opening, all this while looking deeply into her eyes with lust. That was hot.
"Oh m...my..." she gasped. The touch of his lips and tongue was incredible. As he started sucking and licking her clit faster, she started moaning.
"Yes, yes... don't stop," But suddenly he stopped. She looked at him with surprise and a question mark on her face.
"Call me daddy, I'm your father-in-law now," he instructed in an authoritative tone.
"Oh my god...this is so hot... Daddy!" she whispered, her head falling back as he buried his face again into her pussy. She ran her fingers through his grey hair.
One of her uncles lived in the US and visited India a few years back. Back then Devyani had had fiery and very erotic encounters with him. The passionate love-making with him, for however brief period that was, had made her realise how much she craved for older men. Of course, the seed of this desire was sowed during the college days by none other than Dr Madan. After college, barring a few days with her uncle, Devyani had not been with anyone of her father's age. The prospect of having Dr Madan back in her life excited her since the day she started dating his son. And finally today, here she had Dr Madan between her legs licking her clit exactly the way he used to do in college. The pleasure she gained from that uncle felt pale in comparison with that with Dr Madan. He was an artist and knew exactly every pleasure point in a woman's body. His hands wandered on her body squeezing and caressing her boobs and other curves while thrusting his tongue inside her wet pink pussy.
"Yes daddy, yes...oh god!" She moaned. A wave of orgasms flowed through her body, arching her body backwards, she closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure she was receiving, trying to feel sensation in every cell of her body. He embraced her, and with that embrace, pure lust and desire enveloped them both.
He stood straight now. She looked at his hard thick dick. Just a few minutes ago she had blown it and swallowed all his cum, and yet, here it was standing like a superhero, ready to destroy her pussy. She spread her legs wide. Her pussy still oozed her juices spreading an erotic scent in the room.
"Take me, Daddy," Devyani invited him in a seductive tone. In a simple swift thrust, he buried his dick deep inside her pussy. He started moving his waist in a slow rhythm making it rub nicely on her pussy lips.
"Oh yes, Daddy..." She gasped. He increased his speed gradually drilling his dick deep inside her. He held her neck with one hand supporting her backward-arching body and the other one was squeezing her perfectly rounded boobs. He gently pinched her pointy nipples.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"Yes...yes... this is h...h...heaven! Oh god fuck!"
"Do you still think I'm old?" he placed his fingers on her lips.
"No...no..."
"Good. Who's dick is the best?"
"Yours... you are fucking god! Oh ssshhitt..." she moaned loudly as another wave of orgasms passed through her shivering body. She sucked on his fingers like it was his dick. Her expressions were too hot to handle. After a while, he pulled out his hard dick. Devyani looked at her father-in-law thinking he had cum.
"Not so quickly, Bahu!" he said with a sly smile. Devyani felt like having an orgasm just because of his seductive tone and swag.
"Oh god!" She had had multiple orgasms so far, and yet it was far from over. Her body was indicating her want for more action and Dr Madan was ready to deliver it.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her to make her stand. He was rough and authoritative. His timid advances for the past few days would have felt unreal if anyone had seen this avatar of the professor. He roughly turned her and bent her over the table slapping her gorgeous fair ass.
"Ahh!"
"Who do you belong to?" he asked in a commanding tone.
"You, Daddy!" she almost screamed with pleasure as his thick hard dick rubbed against her dripping wet pussy. He slammed his dick inside her and slapped her ass cheeks again. Electrifying pleasures flowed through their bodies.
It had been a long wait since Subhash had introduced her as his fiance. Both wanted this. They were aroused by the thought of this taboo relationship. Devyani, a beautiful young professor was now claimed again by one of the most respected academicians in the country, who happened to be her ex-professor and her father-in-law too! This was exceptionally intoxicating for both of them. She was holding the table tightly as her face was pressed against the surface of the table while he was banging her from behind.
He gathered her hair and pulled it arching her body backwards.
"Thp... thp...thpp," the sound of his thighs banging on her ass cheeks echoed in that study room. As her face was raised due to the hair-pull she noticed eight volumes of Dr Madan's commentary on Kama Sutra, neatly placed on a wooden bookshelf. This work had earned him widespread recognition during the World Oriental Research Conference in Prague in 2015. With his deep study and vast experience, natural talent and countless experiments with numerous women, Dr Madan had mastered the art of pleasure. He didn't only study the Kama Sutra, he internalised it, becoming the very embodiment of the ancient erotic book. It's not a surprise that so many women went crazy for him over the past few decades. His former students were now professors and research fellows at several esteemed universities and institutions around the globe but they never forgot what their Master of Kama Sutra had given them.
"Oh god...yes yes...fuck me, Daddy!"
"Yes Bahu, take it, take it all..." He was close now. She could feel his throbbing hard dick rubbing against her inner walls. And within no time he unloaded his thick warm cum deep inside her pussy. He made grunting sounds as he finished cumming. As he relaxed his grip on her hair, she almost fell on her face on the tabletop, satisfied and tired. He leaned forward embracing her from behind, his cock still inside her, enjoying the contractions of her pussy lips. They remained in that embrace for a while, trying to get hold of their breaths.
'What had just happened?' He thought as he came to his senses after a few moments. This was unreal, like a dream. He just had fucked his son's bride on their wedding night! And they both knew quite well, that this was not going to be just a one-time thing. Dr Madan's sexual shenanigans had now reached his home. What had begun with Chandrika, his wife, in 1992 had now come a full circle, with another of his students and muses, Devyani, becoming his daughter-in-law and new pleasure partner at home!
Where will this lead? Only time will reveal.