A Pass to anal
written by:
sweetlover1122

During my studies, I had been in the U.S., less than a year when I met him. I had come on a grant to study computer science in a large American university, and he was teaching one of my courses. Dr. Roger was in his late forties, with a graying beard and thick frame. He wasn't fat, just thick. At the time I couldn't really tell if a guy was all that muscular or not, but later I would discover he was, though not with any definition.

He didn't seem to notice me much from the start. The class was full of Indian grad students newly arrived, and I was one of the faces in the crowd. Admittedly, there were few women in the class - at least, when compared with the number of men. But still he looked through me like I was nobody, and I took no special notice of him, except to find him somewhat handsome, in a fatherly sort of way.

Most of the other men in the class noticed me though. And not just for being female, but for being a tall, attractive, Indian female. The Indian guys in the class always stared at the Indian girls, but me especially. It being a warm Fall, I was wearing yellow sari below naval, matching low-cut sleeveless blouse, round ass on display for the leering Indian eyes, who, fresh from India, were not yet used to seeing an Indian woman this way. Besides, I had a very attractive face, with a gold nose ring to draw attention to it, and thick, wild black hair which I'd taken to wearing up, in a sexy sort of way.

So of course I was being hit on from day one, and as is the case when there are more of one sex than another, the sex in the minority has the choice of who they want from the majority. I ignored most of the guys initially, but after a while I started flirting with a Punjabi guy named Dipesh. He was about my height, 5'10" in U.S. measurements, but was thick and brawny, with big arms and nice, broad shoulders and chest. He was handsome too, with one of those North Indian jaw lines.

I joined the "Indian Cultural Association" like every other Indian, and it was here Dipesh and I got to know each other. He was older, at 26 just a year older than me, and we hit if off well, though I couldn't have said I loved him. One night, after a late study session, we ended up making out, with Dipesh running his hands up my shirt and squeezing my breasts. I'd never gone farther than kissing a guy before, and it was quite a rush.

Soon I was doing all sorts of things with Dipesh, letting him take my clothes off and lick me. When he tried to probe my crotch with his fingers I resisted, but eventually gave way. It went on this way for a while, but for Dipesh it wasn't enough. I was scared, but soon he had himself naked, and for the first time in my life I saw a man's penis. It was hard but not too big, perhaps 5 inches and of a regular thickness. Being Indian he was uncircumcised, and I had fun playing with his foreskin, once I was comfortable enough. I'd jerk him off, then play with his cum. One day he asked me to lick his cum, and I did, and even though I didn't like the taste, something about doing something so taboo turned me on, and I found myself licking his brown dick. I gave Dipesh my first blow job, and have never looked back since.

But Dipesh couldn't stay faithful to me, and after I found out about his transgressions with a Filipino grad student, I broke up with him. Jagdeesh was soon after me, a tall, skinny, Tamil guy, dark as night, who was charming in a frumpy sort of way. I wanted to experiment now, so I let him get away with more than he could have otherwise, letting him eat my pussy and giving him head, licking his black balls and swallowing his cum.

But it was Nirav who I gave my virginity to, a good-looking Rajastani guy with a fiancee back in India. He never claimed to care for me, but I let him take me anyway, slipping his fat Desi cock into me on the floor of his living room apartment. He fucked me for his own pleasure, not caring if I came or not, which, up until this point, I had yet to do. Somehow I liked it though, his selfish ways, and I let him fuck me regularly for a few months, even though his roommates knew about it and called me a slut behind my back.

After Nirav I decided I needed a break from men. All the Indian guys wanted to screw you, but once you did considered you cheap and wouldn't marry you. My girlfriends had similar stories, and after three guys in one semester, I had developed a reputation, which didn't help.

Spring semester found me decidedly keeping to myself. No flirting, or even much talking. The guys who'd heard about me and thought I was an easy score were disappointed, wondering who the hell I thought I was, to reject them. To take it all off my mind I started focusing on my studies, which I'd neglected my first semester here.

I had a class with Dr. Roger again, a programming class. He recognized me from last semester, and acknowledged me by name the first day of class. Nandita, nice to see you again. He looked at me more often this time, often making eye contact and smiling. But it wasn't as if he was interested in me. It was more like the look an uncle or close family friend gives you.

Halfway through the semester I was having trouble with a simple For Loop, which just wouldn't do what I wanted it to. After consulting a couple of my friends I went to Dr. Roger. He was nice and polite, and guided me through finding the solution. I liked the way he was patient and attentive, the way he really seemed to care that I understood. And I also found myself liking the way he would look at my brown cleavage, and my long legs. He'd never noticed before, but I thought he did now.

I started thinking about Dr. Roger in a different way after that, and wishing more guys were like him. All the Indian guys were just after sex, and most of the white guys in school were too strange or boyish, despite their big bodies. But Dr. Roger was different, and after a few months of no sexual contact, I found myself aroused at the thought of him.

But as open towards sex as I'd become, I wasn't about to approach a man, let alone an older man, on my own. So I kept my feelings to myself, noticing when he noticed me, giving him coy, shy smiles when we made eye contact.

It was the end of the Spring Semester when I found myself in Dr. Roger's office again, asking him for help with another programming problem. Again he did his best to help, but unfortunately I just couldn't grasp what he was teaching. "You know," he said. "I have something that deals with this on my PC at home. Why don't you come by my house this weekend and I'll show it to you. Perhaps that will help."

I agreed, and he told me where he lived and how to get there. Two days later I found myself in his home, a large, elegant house a few miles off campus. Dr. Roger was apparently a wealthy man, something I hadn't expected. He answered the door wearing just sweat pants and a T-shirt, again something I wasn't expecting. I'd always seen him in a suit, and this was very different. "Sorry about my dress," he apologized. "I've been doing some work around the house, just cleaning and whatnot."

"You don't have a wife?" I asked.

He laughed. "I did! Or I guess I should say, still do for now. But the woman and I couldn't get along, so we separated a year ago. She lives in Connecticut now, with her sister." He looked around his big house and said, "I guess I could hire a maid or cleaning-lady, but I like doing the work myself."

Dr. Roger led me to his study, a posh room in the back of the house. It held his computer and a library of books, most of which were not computer related. I mentioned this to him, and he said that computers weren't his entire life, and that he had interests in other things as well, specifically literature and art. "Actually, I've been reading a lot of Indian literature lately. Dr. Johnson, one of the professors of South Asian literature, is a good friend of mine, and he's been recommending some books to me."

The study also contained a large, plush couch against one wall. "For relaxing," Dr. Roger said. "Now, let's see if we can get to the bottom of your problem."

He pulled a second chair up to his desk, and began going over the program. It took a while, almost an hour and a half, but Dr. Roger was very patient, and eventually it clicked. I also noticed something else clicking - us. Dr. Roger and I were laughing the entire time, him making witty remarks, me unable to stop laughing. Even when I caught him looking at me and my body admiringly, I never tensed up, that was how comfortable I was with him.

After I understood the issue I didn't want to leave, so I went over to the sofa and sat down. "For relaxing," you said.

"Yes," Dr. Roger said, coming over to sit next to me. "And for more." Dr. Roger put a hand on my bare knee. I looked into his eyes, and he began to rub my leg, then leaned over. His mustache and beard prickled, but I opened my mouth wide to take his tongue into it, and soon we were kissing away. Dr. Roger ran his big white hands all over my thin body, with his hands eventually coming up to my tits. He squeezed them through my thin white shirt, and then was lifting my shirt away. He took my bra off like an expert, and then there I was, topless in front of this man almost twice my age. He put his big white hands over my brown, B-sized tits. He squeezed the dark nipples and pinched them, then bent over to suck on them. I leaned back and moaned, letting him go to town, running my hands over his head and shoulders. He facial hair prickled wherever his face went, but I found myself liking it.

Soon Dr. Roger was tugging at my shorts. He very attentively pulled my sandals off, then slid my shorts off as well. He then kissed his way from my breasts and down my stomach, stopping above my crotch. He kissed me through my panties right there, then slid a hand between my thighs. I didn't spread my legs but didn't resist. I wanted to make him try a little, but I wasn't going to hold back either. He was gentle, and delicately probed my pussy with his index finger, sliding it through my panties. He knew how to work even that one digit, and had me getting wet right away.

After getting me soaking wet, Dr. Roger pulled my panties off, and I spread my brown legs wide for him. He slowly went between them, and I felt his facial hair prickle the inside of my thighs, and then my pussy lips and even my clit. Soon I felt his tongue against my clit, stimulating me, and then he was at my pussy, his talented tongue giving me so much pleasure. I was in ecstasy, feeling him eat me so expertly. He played with my clitoris with one hand. With the other, he spread my pussy lips apart. And somehow he also managed to slide another finger past my lips, while his tongue danced inside as well.

I was moaning loudly now. I wasn't sure how long I'd been doing it for, but I realized it at a certain point. Somewhere along the way pleasure had completely washed over, taking me. I'd become disoriented and was coming to now. The pleasure continued, but some of it was receding from what it had been before. Dr. Roger had been licking and slurping me down there for some time, and the pressure had kept building up and up. Then there had been that moment when it had consumed me, and now it ebbed. Dr. Roger smoothly pulled away, a smile on his face as if he knew what had just happened.

Then Dr. Roger saw what must have been a perplexed look on my face, and his grin broadened. "You came," he said. I stared back at him. "You had an orgasm." My eyes widened. That's what it had been. It had been so grand. And this man had given it to me. I urgently wanted to return the favor.

I sat up and grabbed Dr. Roger's crotch. His cock was big and hard in his sweatpants, and I pulled at the waist band. I was clumsy, and he patiently moved my hands aside. Standing up, he pulled his shirt off. He was white and somewhat hairy, salt and pepper hair covering his chest and stomach. I had never seen a body so white and pale before except in photographs. He had a flat stomach with slight love handles. His chest and arms didn't look like those of a man his age. They were full and soft looking, with no wrinkles or hardness. Though he had muscle underneath that flesh, he wasn't bulging with them.

Then Dr. Roger grabbed the edge of his sweatpants and pulled down. His cock came free, swinging in the air, erect and waving. It was the biggest dick I'd seen up to this point, seven or so inches long and thick and white. So white. I'd never seen a white cock before. I never looked at porn, and had never seen one at any other time. His was white and thick...it was the thickness that got me more than the length. It was fat, but full and pulsing. The head was the biggest part, the bulbous tip so ripe I had to have it in me.

Dr. Roger pulled his sweatpants all the way off and tossed them aside. He stood before me stark naked, his white magnificence so different from what I was used to. He came closer and stepped in front of me, his white cock waving before my face. He smiled, and I reached out. My long fingers slid around his shaft, and I pulled him to me. I put the head in my mouth, and I instantly tasted the pre-cum. It was delicious, salty, and I moaned as I pulled more of him inside of me. He was too big for me to take much in. His thickness was so great. But I did my best, sucking on his penis with all my heart.

Dr. Roger directed me, telling me to relax my jaw, to swallow the saliva, but not to swallow it all. His hands on his hips, he told me to open my throat, and how to not bump his dick with my teeth. He had me massage his nuts with one hand and use my other hand for leverage so that I could lean forward more easily. He taught me lessons in sucking that I still use to this day. I blew him gratefully, happy that I could do at least this much for the man who'd made me cum. I slurped and slobbered all over his dick. I wanted to make him cum like he'd made me, but Dr. Roger had other ideas.

He pulled my head off his cock. At first, I grew scared. "Did I do something wrong," I asked him. I thought I'd disappointed him, and felt like crying.

"No, no," he reassured me, bending down and kissing me lightly. He brushed my air out of my face and peppered my face with pecks. "Not at all. I just want the pleasure to last longer. Men at my age can't go too many times." I understood, and smiled.

Dr. Roger then led me by the hand out of the study and up to his bedroom. I liked walking naked through this big house, Dr. Roger's thick body leading the way. His bedroom was humungous, with a large, canopied bed. "It's beautiful!" I exclaimed. I jumped into the bed, bouncing on it. Then I lay back on it, looking at Dr. Roger, trying to be seductive.

He hopped on the bed and came over to me on his hands and knees. He sat at my feet and looked down at me. "You are so beautiful," he said. "I noticed you the first day you came into my class."

"In the Fall?" I asked. "You didn't even notice me."

"Of course I did," he said. "I just didn't let you know."

Then he took one my feet in his hands and started playing with it. He continued to look at me, but took my foot and began to rub it against his face. I liked it, watching my brown foot aside his white cheek. I have nice feet, cute but not small. My toes are long but nice, very Indian. I take care of my nails, keeping them tripped and pretty. He licked them, sucking on the big toe, then sticking a tongue between the other toes one at a time. I'd never had a man pay so much attention to that part of me, and it got me excited. Even that part of me turned this man on.

Dr. Roger did the same with the other foot, then kissed his way up my leg. I spread my legs, and he softly brushed my pussy with the palm of his hand. Then he was laying on top of me, pressing his big penis against my slit. At once I felt the weight of his body press upon me, and his penis push into me. It was incredible. He spread me wider than I'd ever been spread by Nirav, and an ocean of pleasure spread through me. Dr. Roger began to pump in and out with short thrusts, holding me close to him. I clawed at his back as he fucked me. The pleasure was so great, I had to hold on to something, and his back was the only thing there. I heard myself moaning loudly, but it seemed distant. The only thing I could really feel was Dr. Roger and the sexual pleasure he was giving me.

Dr. Roger filled me. Not just my pussy, but every part of me, every sense. His smell filled my nostrils, his hot, sweaty body. His flesh was pressed against mine, his heaviness crushing me yet not enough to hurt me. The taste of his mouth, his face, his shoulders, was mine as I moved my mouth wherever I could reach. The sound of him grunting, breathing hard into my ear, of his skin slapping against mine, of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall, were the only sounds I could hear. And as I looked up at him Dr. Roger filled my vision, his eyes closed, his face contorted in pleasure. He was biting his lip as he fucked me, then moaning. Occassionally he would open his eyes and look into mine.

It was all so much, and I came, orgasm shooting through me for the second time. This time it was greater, though, more powerful than the last. This time all my senses came at once, and later Dr. Roger told me my body shook in convulsions. But I didn't realize it then, didn't realize it because I was deep in a whirlpool of pleasure where nothing else existed.

And then Dr. Roger was pulling out of me. He withdrew his mammoth prick, and it came out with a loud slurp of my pussy. He looked down at me, and as I came to, I panted hard. My body was covered in our sweat, and I ran my hands over my body, relishing the feeling.

Dr. Roger then had me get up onto my hands and knees. I was a bit unsteady after that incredible fucking, so he took a pillow and put it under my stomach and told me to lie down. Then I felt him pressing behind me, and I wondered what he was going to do. He grabbed my butt cheeks and squeezed them, then I felt his fingers at my pussy, plumbing the juices. He coated his fingers, and then did something I hadn't ever thought of he will touch my asshole.

His big finger pressed against my puckered anus, and I felt it sliding in. "Aaah," I moaned. It felt soooo good! I hadn't even known I could feel pleasure there. Dr. Roger continued to finger my pussy, then come up to my ass with the juice. I wondered what he was doing. I liked it when he kept finger in there, not when he took it out to play with the juice of my cunt. All of a sudden I felt another pressure against my asshole, and then it was being stretched wide. I yelped this time, because it hurt.

"It's okay, just relax," Dr. Roger said in his soothing voice. "Just relax." The pain slowly subsided, and Dr. Roger began to push farther into me. And again I was feeling things I'd never felt in my life. There was pain, yes, but also a fullness I can't describe. It was wonderful. "Oh, oh," I heard myself saying. Dr. Roger gave a groan, and shoved his entire penis into me, so that his lower abdomen was pressed against my butt. And then Dr. Roger was fucking my ass hard. He held onto my ass cheeks tightly as he screwed my anus, banging in and out, grunting and groaning. "Oh yes, Nandita. Yes! Don't you love how that feels? Don't you love having me inside of you there?"

"Yes Doctor, yes I do!" I yelled back. And it was so true.

Dr. Roger gave my virgin asshole the fucking of its life. The fullness was awesome, and Dr. Weyth's balls slapped against my clitoris and pussy, stimulating me. I reached underneath me and fingered myself as he fucked my anus. In and out, in and out he went, fucking with short, furious thrusts. I lay there, my face buried in one pillow, prone on my stomach, my ass raised in the air by the other pillow, my legs splayed wide, and Dr. Roger deep inside of my brown butt, fucking me with his big white dick. He was grunting and roaring loudly, calling my name, telling me how wonderful it felt to have me around him. Finally I felt him stop and his body tense. And then he was groaning even more loudly, and his body was convulsing, and I could feel the hotness in my ass that I knew was his semen.

Dr. Roger remained in me for a while, then pulled out. It felt strange, his cock gone from my anus, as if something was missing. He lay down beside me and rolled me over so that we were facing each other, moving the pillow up under my head. We kissed and cuddled, and then a thought occurred to me. "I don't even know your first name."

He chuckled softly and said, "You should have read the syllabus." Then kissing me, he said, "Mark. You can call me that if you like."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I want to call you Dr. Roger."

We lay there until we fell asleep. As I drifted off, I thought about this day. I hadn't just slept with another man. He was a married man, and a white man, and an older man. And he'd taken my anal virginity. As I fell asleep I though that when I awoke nothing would be the same again.

When I woke up, Dr. Roger was no longer by my side. It was late evening, and a little light was coming in from the window, and some from the hallway. The sheets were strewn about, half covering my naked body. With my arousal having worn off, I felt embarrassed by my nakedness, and looked for my clothes. Oh yes, they were downstairs, in Dr. Roger's study. I quickly looked around the room and in the dark, saw a thick, white robe hanging on the bathroom door. I knew it was going to be too big but put it on anyway, then looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and robe trailing behind me. The white robe was a contrast to my dark brown skin. But I thought 'whatever' and headed downstairs.

The light was on in the hallway, but Dr. Roger was no where in sight. I hurried down the big hall, then down the wide, winding steps. On the first floor I could see lights on towards what I figured was the kitchen and dining room. The study was to my right, and I was walking in when I heard my name.

"Nandita. You're awake." I turned and saw Dr. Roger walking towards me. He was wearing a plaid robe with obviously nothing underneath. "That's good. I just made something to eat."

I smiled despite my embarrassment. Before I could say anything Dr. Roger had me in his arms and was holding me against his big body. He squeezed my ass and kissed me. Then Dr. Roger was leading by the hand into the kitchen. "I made vegetable quiche, since I didn't know whether or not you are vegetarian." I nodded that I was, and he said, "That's good then, because I thought of making Salisbury steak." He went on with a stream of talking, more than I'd ever heard out of him before (except for when he'd been fucking me in the ass, I thought, embarrassed again).

"You didn't have to make dinner," I said.

"Oh, but I wanted to. I love to cook, and my talents are wasted with no one home but myself. I was once a chef you know?"

"Really? When?" I asked. And then Dr. Roger was telling me his life story as he seated me at the dinner table and brought dinner over. He had done his undergrad at Yale in European History, and then moved to New York to work for a text book company. Bored out of his mind, he'd started working part-time as a chef, and he'd become so good at it he'd become a full-time chef at one of New York's premiere French restaurants. Then he'd gone to London to live with a colleague, doing history research. It was there he'd met his wife, Ingrid, an English woman from a wealthy family. She'd traveled with him to Africa and Japan, where he'd taught history and she'd taught English. Eventually he'd come back to the States, where he spent time publishing articles on history. To supplement his income (his wife was very high maintenance) he'd gone into a small computer venture with a friend from college, and eventualy found himself doing high-level computer science research for the likes of IBM and the now defunct Wang. He'd gotten sick of all the hours, though, and had then accepted a teaching position at the University. He'd been here ever since, almost ten years.

I was awed by the fact that I was in the presence of a man who'd lived such an eventful life. Mine had been so dull. He asked me about it, but I told him it wasn't much. "No, no, I'd love to hear about it." And I found myself opening up to him, telling him about my childhood in India, finally coming here. I'd also told him about my parents, about how they had been scared to send me so far away unsupervised, afraid I'd be corrupted by Western culture. Dr. Roger and I shared a smile at that. "No chance of that, is there," he said.

After eating, Dr. Roger led me to the "den". It was another beautiful room, with plush couches, and a large screen TV. We sat on the big couch, me leaning against him, and he flipped on the TV. As we watched TV, Dr. Roger pulled my robe aside so that one of my breasts was exposed, and he casually played with it.

"You have an incredible body," he told me. Despite all my travels, I've never been with anyone but a white woman. You're skin is absolutely lovely.

"Thank you...I...I've never been with anyone but an Indian man. And even that, just recently."

His eyebrows went up. "So you just started having sex a little while back?"

I nodded. "I was a virgin until a few months ago."

Dr. Roger squeezed my tit tight, pinching the nipple. I liked it a lot. "Well, I must say you fuck like an expert. I was surprised, when you didn't realize you'd come. You convulsed when you did. Magnificent, I must say. Quite a sight. And to know I gave you that. Quite a compliment. Dr. Roger's hand slipped lower now, towards my belly. I was too tall for him to reach my crotch though, but thinking of that, I thought of his prick, and slipped my hand into his robe. I found his cock, thick and sem-hard. Dr. Roger undid his robe, and soon I had his dick in both hands and was leaning towards it. It was incredible, having this man be so openly naked with me. I slid down his body so that my cheek was against his stomach, and I started licking his dick's head. I stroked it too, getting a close up look at his big white cock getting harder in my hand. I played with it casually, getting it hard, occasionally licking it.

Then I took the length of it into my mouth. I loved having this man's dick in my mouth. It filled me, and I had to open my jaw wide to fit it in. I pumped up and down on it, playing with Dr. Roger's balls as I did so. I hadn't realized before how nice his nuts were. They were big and thick, with a lot flesh around them. And they weren't very hairy either, instead covered with sparse, light-brown hair.

My mouth was producing a lot of saliva from being stretched so wide, and I occasionally had to pause to swallow it all. Dr. Roger had his hand of the back of my head now, running his fingers through my thick hair. He was giving out low moans, whispering my name in between. It turned me on that I was turning him on, and I started sucking faster. When I did so I thought about his impending orgasm, and the semen that would be coming into my mouth, and became very excited. I started to move faster and faster, intent on making him blow his load soon. Dr. Roger responded immediately, moaning louder, and urging me on verbally. "Ooh yes, Nandita. Yes. Just like that. Ohh, that's so good."

Dr. Roger's dick grew fatter in my mouth, and then he was cumming, big globs of sperm shooting into my mouth. I started to swallow it down, but the sheer quantity of it, coupled with the size of his prick, made it tough, and I found myself gagging. I pulled my head back off his dick, but it continued to shoot cum, spraying onto my face, my cheeks and nose and lips and chin. I took it like a good cocksucker should, letting it coat me.

With all that cum on and in my face, the smell of semen was strong. Until that point, I'd never really noticed the smell. It had always been there, with Nirav and the others, but I'd never NOTICED it. Now it was strong and pungent. It excited me. It was a smell you only came across when you were this intimate with a man, no time else. I loved the wanton-ness of it.

I sat up, and Dr. Roger smiled at me. "You look incredible," he told me. I knew I must have looked like a total slut, his white cum on my dark skin. Dr. Roger reached out and began cleaning his semen off me, then pushed his finger against my lips. I realized what he wanted and opened my mouth wide, sucking on his cum-coated fingers. Dr. Roger took his time in wiping his load from my face, giving me his fingers to casually suck clean before going back for another batch. I loved doing it, tasting his semen off his fingers. I realized then just how much I loved cum.

After I was all cleaned up I went to his study and put my clothes back on. "I should go," I told him. "I was supposed to meet my friends for studies."

"Oh yes, certainly," Dr. Roger said. "But don't worry about your grade for my class. You've already gotten an A on the final." I was about to ask him how, and then it hit me, and my face lit up. I hadn't thought of that perk! Sex and good grades, what more could an Indian girl ask for!

I left excited and happy. I'd been satisfied by Dr. Roger in a way no man had ever done for me. I could barely concentrate on my studying that night, and my friends wondered why I was late, and where my head was.

After that day, I began to meet Dr. Roger rather frequently. At first, it was just for sex. I'd go over there and Dr. Roger would do things I'd never imagined. He'd pleasure me for hours, only taking his ultimate pleasure once I'd had mine. He taught me the best way to give head, and had me screaming for anal sex. He also wanted me in a way no man ever had, exploring every inch of my body, from head to toes and every crevice in between.

But unlike the other men in my life, Dr. Roger wanted more. He took me out to nice restaurants, to movies, to parties. It was at the last item that I got to know many people from the university, intelligent men and women who I was a bit intimidated by. Many of them looked at me as Dr. Roger's little love-pet, which I guess I was. One such man was Dr. Johnson, a professor of South Asian literature at my college. He gazed at me approvingly, but acted as if I wasn't there, rarely addressing me, and instead asking Dr. Roger questions I could have answered, such as where I was from and how long we'd known each other. He was good-looking, my height and with a thick frame, though not as thick as Dr. Roger's. And he didn't have as much softness to him, but rather a hard, muscular frame, but in the way an older man can have. He was tan, since he spent a lot of time travelling to India, and in the sun in general. But I found his gaze a bit unnerving, and after a while tried to avoid him.

As Spring turned into Summer break, I got a job as Dr. Roger's assistant. This gave us constant access to each other, and soon we were having sex daily. One day, after helping him at the lab, we decided to leave early and take a walk through campus. Our campus is gorgeous, hilly and surrounded by forest, perfectly kept with winding paths and trials. As we walked, I found our path taking us away from campus, into the trees. Dr. Roger told me about the history of this place, about the school and the campus.

Soon we were far from campus, and the trail ended in the trees. Dr. Roger had a twinkle in his eyes, and he held my hand and led me deeper into the trees. I wondered what he wanted to show me, but didn't say anything. We went quite a ways back, so far that I thought we'd have trouble finding our way home! Then Dr. Roger stopped in a small clearing. It wasn't much of a clearing, the trees still almost within touching distance from any spot, but nice, soft green grass grew here.

Before I could ask what we were doing here, Dr. Roger was kissing me and pulling me to the ground, and then pulling at my clothes. My initial reaction was to get scared. Doing all the things I did with Dr. Roger didn't bother me, but that was all in the privacy of his home (or in his office). This was out in the open, where anyone might stumble upon us.

"I can't," I said.

"But why not, my dear. To have the soft grass under our skin, to feel our bodies free in the open air..." Dr. Roger began to kiss me again, and this time I found myself giving way. My top came off, and soon my breasts were out in the open, in the daylight and the summer air. I kicked off my sandals and pulled off my own shorts, and then was going for Dr. Roger's clothes. It was great, laying there naked with him and undressing this man, exposing his white skin. I still had not yet gotten past the excitement of seeing a white man naked. It thrilled me. And now here in the open, in broad daylight!

Once he was naked, Dr. Roger had me lay down and spread my legs. I did so, staring up into the trees and sky. All of a sudden I became acutely aware of the nature around us. I could hear the birds chirping, flying from tree to tree. A creek gurgled somewhere nearby. Animals and insects scittered about. All this I experienced as Dr. Roger's warm, wet mouth came in contact with my hot, soaking wet pussy. I moaned lowly, not wanting to be loud, and experienced nature as Dr. Roger ate me. With big, long laps of his tongue he explored my pussy lips, slurping deep inside of me. I ran my hands over grass as he did so, feeling nature as much as I felt him. It was incredible. I felt like I was in some storybook, a princess in a far away land, being taken by her knight.

I came, and then Dr. Roger was rolling onto his back and I was going for his cock. I put him in my mouth, and sucked him with my eyes open, looking at the nature around me as I did so. To be doing such a thing, in the open like this! Dr. Roger was very big today, and I couldn't even fit much of him in me. I slurped a lot, trying to swallow all that excess saliva and pre-cum. I kept thinking that at any moment someone could stumble upon us and catch us. Maybe some teenage kids, or kids from the university, or even adults out to explore the forest. I relished our naked state, and the excitement it brought.

After sucking him for a good twenty minutes, in which time I sucked, licked, caressed and did all manner of things with his dick, and my tongue, mouth, and face, he rolled me over onto my back. I spread my legs and Dr. Roger slipped into me quickly, and his bigness stretched me to my limit. I felt some pain, but I didn't show it, and the pain caused me more pleasure than I could have experienced without. He fucked me roughly out here in the trees, like a wild animal, not ever saying my name, or anything, just grunting. It felt so good. My pussy was not only stretched wide, but he was deeper inside of me than I'd ever felt. I came, with what was at first a soft orgasm, but a new orgasm was there before the first had fully subsided, and then another, and then another, each one more powerful than the next, or perhaps building upon the one before. I was transported to another world, one of pleasure and nature. I was completely lost in my senses, my mind erased, and soon I was like an animal too, naked and mindless in the forest, getting fucked and knowing only that, not thinking beyond the pleasure, unable to do so.

I vaguely sensed Dr. Roger cumming, and then his body slumping down on top of me. I was barely aware of our sweat-soaked bodies lying there for some time. My orgasms lasted longer than even Dr. Roger, gently tapering off after he had cum. All this I was unaware of at the time. It was more like being on some hallucinogenic drug, where the experience is all that one is aware of, and only later can that person make sense of what happened. It was that way to me, and it was only later, after we had separated, after we had dressed, even after we had walked back to campus, that I was aware of what exactly had occurred.

"I came a lot," I abruptly told him, as we headed back to his house.

"Were they many, or just a few long ones," Dr. Roger asked, very interested, looking at me with an intent gaze.

"Many. Very many. A lot of small ones, I think, but they kept getting stronger. And they kept going on. Even after you had finished."

Dr. Roger nodded approvingly. "You had multiple orgasms in a series, my dear Nandita. A rare thing. Very rare. You should consider yourself lucky to be able to experience such a thing. Few women have the ability."

"Well, few women have a man like you," I told him, and it wasn't just a compliment, but the truth.

That night as we lay together, falling asleep, I wondered about all the things I'd experienced with Dr. Roger. Today had been just one more incredible experience. I had learned so much since being with him. As I fell asleep, I wondered what the future would bring, and what new things Dr. Roger would show me.

The summer was a quiet time around campus. The only people around were summer students, faculty, and a few athletes. And the foreign grad students, of which I was one. Of course, I wasn't doing much studying or learning...well, actually I was learning, a lot in fact, just not computer science, which my mummy and daddy had sent me here to learn. Dr. Roger had served up an entirely different sort of curriculum for me, one which was far more eye opening...among opening up other parts of me!

I spent most of my time with Dr. Roger, either at his home, or in his office. Luckily for me my roommate from India had graduated and moved away, and so I'd had to sublet with an American girl named Jodie. This was good, because she didn't find it odd that I had taken on a secret lover. I say "secret" because I never let anyone know about Dr. Roger and myself, as per his instruction. He said it would "complicate everything", and I agreed. Besides, it made it even more exciting this way. Jodie never questioned me on who I was spending most of my nights with, and assumed my time spent with Dr. Roger during the day was all study and work.

I am exaggerating a bit. Our time during the day was usually spent working. Dr. Roger was a busy man, and important, and he had a lot of research to do, besides teaching. But since I spent so much time with him I was able to take care of a lot of things for him that he otherwise wouldn't have had time for, which gave us time for more enjoyable activities.

He'd fuck me in the mornings. That was a given. Every morning I found myself with Dr. Roger on top, thrusting into me, cumming deep inside of me. Those morning fucks were quickies, and then he'd be off to class, and I'd have some time to get ready on my own before heading to his office where I did my chores, like the mail, answering his telephone, filing, etc. If Dr. Roger stopped by we might engage in some petting, maybe some fingering from him, and then I'd go to the library to work on my classwork.

One afternoon Dr. Roger stopped by the office after a lecture. He'd had a meeting in the morning and hadn't had a chance to screw me, so he was horned up when he came in. After locking the door he was all over me, kissing and fondling me, his tongue down my throat, his hands squeezing my tits. He undid the buttons down my blouse, and then was sucking away at my brown melons. I had stopped wearing a bra so that he had easier access, and he had been taking full advantage of that, pulling my breasts out wherever and whenever he found it convenient to do so. And then Dr. Roger was standing up and unbuckling his pants, which I helped undo. His semi-hard cock sprang free, big, white, mushroom in my face. And then it was a big, white, mushroom in my mouth, as I slobbered over his hardening cock. This was one of my favorite ways to suck him, to get him was he was still soft and feel him stiffen in me. Soon I was sucking on his glorious eight-inch shaft. He'd let me measure it one day, after I'd asked him about its size, and just knowing how big it was had turned me on even more. I pumped my face up and down on his white shaft, and he looked down at me with such lust. He told me this was one of his favorite positions, because he got to see his whiteness disappearing into my brownness. When he came he held my head in place. Sometimes he liked to cum on my face, sometimes in, sometimes a little (or a lot!) of both. This time he wanted me to swallow his load, which I dutifully did. His cum was thick and creamy, salty, and even though it came out in massive, forceful spurts, Dr.Roger had coached me in how to relax enough to swallow it all down and keep most of his cock in me without gagging.

Dr. Roger also liked to question me about what I was interested in, and then do it. Often even I didn't know what I was interested in, since I was so sexually inexperienced, and Dr. Roger was often coming up with suggestions, which we often went through with. After having sex in the woods, Dr. Roger found it was more exciting for him to just have me do what he wanted without asking or even telling. If I ever protested he'd shush me and carry on, but I knew if I ever truly didn't want to do something and was adamant, he'd concede.

For my part, I was changing Dr. Roger as well. He said he hadn't been that interested in sex in decades, and that he hadn't been able to cum twice in one day in over fifteen years. I was a natural Viagra, getting him hard without much effort. We often walked around the house just partially clothed, usually in robes, sometimes with less, sometimes with nothing. Dr. Roger also liked to experiment with things he'd never done. Once, after reading a story on how man's two greatest pleasures are eating and sex, Dr. Roger decided he wanted to do both at once. I found this odd, even disturbing, and told him no. But later I'd felt bad, and told him I would. And so one day I was under the dinner table, him sitting, both of us completely naked, as I sucked his cock while he ate dinner. Dr. Roger said it was incredible, the experience of having two sets of natural endorphins released at once. But he said once was enough, and that we didn't ever need to do it again. I was thankful for that, but at the same time it had turned me on, serving him like that, while he engaged in something so ordinary. Needless to say, I never looked at food the same way again!

Dr. Roger also had guests come over often. During these times I was required to dress my best, and Dr. Roger took me shopping to spruce up my wardrobe. His guests were usually intellectuals, history and art people usually, rather than computer people. Since I knew little about these things I just sat quietly, answering when spoken to. Both men and women came, usually couples or small groups. They were all friendly, but still viewed me as Dr. Roger's young, foreign, student lover rather than as anything serious. And really, there was nothing to say that I was otherwise, even to myself.

One night, a warm, breezy night in the middle of July, Dr. Roger told me we were going to have a guest over. He told me he would fix dinner, if I didn't mind cleaning up the house, which of course I didn't mind, since I would do anything for him by this point (after all, I sucked his dick while he was eating dinner!) He told me to freshen up and to put on the thin, white blouse and black skirt he'd bought me, along with my red, lace panties. This I found odd, since he'd always just told me to dress "nice" or "pretty", never given me any specifics. But I did as I was told, like a good Indian girl.

That night the smells of Dr. Roger's dinner floated through the house, carried on the wind let in from the wide open windows. Though warm, almost hot, the breeze made the night air enjoyable, and Dr. Roger had the windows open, and the screen door that led out onto the deck. It gave the house an open, airy feel, but at the same time still private, since we were sheltered behind a line of trees, and set far apart from the other houses in the neighborhood.

At eight Dr. Roger's guest showed up - and I froze. Dr. Johnson. Oh, how I couldn't stand his eyes on me, the way he looked at me like I was just a useless toy belonging to Dr. Roger. Even though he was handsome -- muscular, clean-shaven with a solid, square face with prominent, Aryan features -- he still bothered me. Looks never mattered to me unless I liked a personality, and his I certainly did not.

Dr. Johnson and Dr. Roger gave each other a hearty hug; they'd been friends a long time. To me he smiled - only after ignoring me for the first ten minutes after he walked in the door. Then he said, "Nandita looks lovely tonight, Mark. My, my, but she does have a body on her. Very nice assets."

"Thank you, Andrew. She is something isn't she? Aren't you, Nandita," Dr. Roger asked.

I looked at him and didn't say anything, but upon meeting his eyes I couldn't be angry, and smiled despite myself.

"Come now, let's feast," Dr. Roger said, and we went to the dinner table. The men conversed during dinner. I ate, steadfastly ignoring Dr. Johnson. They discussed history and literature and politics, often concerning India. Dr. Roger would ask my opinion or my experiences on such matters, but Dr. Johnson would just give me a blank stare, and then carry-on as if I hadn't even spoken. I focused on my dinner and tried to keep my anger down.

After dinner we retired to the den for drinks and music. Dr. Roger put some classical Indian music into the CD player, and I brought out glasses of fine red wine. He also brought out some candles and set them on the table before us, and in places around the room. After lighting them he dimmed the lights extremely low.

I sat down on the large couch with Dr. Roger, close but not touching, and Dr. Johnson sat opposite us in an easy chair. The conversation continued, turning to more personal matters. Apparently Dr. Johnson had become estranged from his long time companion - though she wasn't his wife, apparently.

"So, have you met Jacob's new girlfriend," Dr. Johnson asked Dr. Roger.

"No. I didn't even know he had one. Is she..."

"Lydia."

"Lydia?...ah yes, the post-grad from London. Charming girl."

"Extremely. I wonder, Mark, what is it about these young foreign women that we find so attractive." As Dr. Johnson asked this, he looked me up and down.

"Why, at the very least I would say their beauty."

"Ah, yes, their beauty. How I miss Mira sometimes."

As they continued to talk, I learned that Mira was the estranged companion. And it turned out she was Indian. She was from Mumbai, but spent considerable time in the US. But Dr. Johnson had met her in India and, it seemed, quite a few women over there. Dr. Roger made a joke about Dr. Johnson's thirst for Indian women, and Dr. Johnson said, "Well, I have a passion for all things Indian. After all, I've made my life's work Indian literature. And Indian women...they are the greatest pleasure the culture has to offer. In fact, you've seem to have finally realized this."

Dr. Roger laughed, and pulled me to him. I normally wouldn't have liked being objectified like that, but the wine, combined with the soothing effects of a meal, the heat in the summer air, and the dim, candle-lit room, changed my mood. I felt relaxed, and leaned into Dr. Roger.

Dr. Johnson continued to appraise me. "I said it before but I must say it again, she is a very fine specimen, Mark. I'm impressed. And you have her all dolled up for me tonight, too. To show her off?" He laughed, but it wasn't mean.

Dr. Roger's hand was on my waist, and he started to rub me there. I leaned farther into him, into his thick body, and continued to sip my wine. Looking into the glass, I realized I was almost finished. I have no head for alcohol, and even a little gets me tipsy. It also gets me nice and warm inside, a feeling that I love. Dr. Roger's hand then slipped to my leg, which was now stretched out along the length of the couch. His hand was on my inner thigh, lightly caressing it. Dr. Johnson's eyes watched, then ran down the length of my long, brown leg, then back up to my inner thigh.

"She's very talented as well," Dr. Roger informed Dr. Johnson. "Even though she is still somewhat of a beginner."

Dr. Johnson's eyes went up. "A beginner? Wonderful. I - ah, it seems I'm out of wine. And it looks like both you are as well. No, don't move. You two look comfortable. I'll fetch some more."

Dr. Johnson left to go get more wine, and Dr. Roger pulled me tighter, then gave my inner thigh a squeeze. His hand slipped between my legs. Situated as I was, with one foot on the floor, the other on the couch, my crotch was not only in easy access, it was also in good view of where Dr. Johnson had been sitting, I realized. As Dr. Roger let his fingers dance across my fast-wettening crotch, I decided I didn't mind Dr. Johnson having that view.

When he came back, Dr. Johnson filled up our wine glasses, and the men continued talking about Indian women. Dr. Johnson recalled a lover he'd had, a young, married girl he'd met on a train in India. Her husband was often away on business, and Dr. Johnson would go over her home and pleasure her. She too had been relatively inexperienced, and he'd shown her many things.

"I take it you are teaching this one well?" he asked Dr. Roger.

"Of course, of course. And she's a fast learner." I had already drank half of the wine Dr. Johnson had poured, and now was feeling very buzzed. I was extremely relaxed right now, and when Dr. Roger slipped a hand into my panties, I just spread my legs some more, slid forward, and let his finger move between my pussy lips.

I closed my eyes and let my head rest back against him, letting him pleasure me while Dr. Johnson watched. The men continued talking about me as I was fingered. Dr. Roger told Dr. Johnson about taking my anal virginity, and about our episodes of outdoor sex (there had been more than just that one), and about the different positions we'd tried. Lying there, with my eyes closed, listening to these stories, and with Dr. Roger's fingers sliding into my cunt, I started to breathe hard. It felt wonderful.

Dr. Roger continued to narrate as his other hand came up to my breast and began to massage it. This got me even more turned on, and I started to moan despite myself. Even though I wasn't entirely comfortable with Dr. Johnson being there, it felt too good for me to make Dr. Roger stop. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned, and then my left breast was being pulled out. Dr. Roger rubbed the nipple, then started pinch ing it tightly. This sent electric currents between my tit and my pussy, meeting somewhere in my belly, and I abruptly had a small orgasm, my hips and buttocks rising up off the couch.

When I settled back down, I opened my eyes. Dr. Roger was smiling, and he sat me up. I was filled with a feeling of sexuality, and looked at him wantonly.

"Honey, Dr. Johnson here is a guest of mine, and as they say, a gracious host shares all he has with his guests. I think Dr. Johnson is feeling a bit lonely over there."

I turned and looked over at Dr. Johnson. He was looking at me now, into my eyes. I could see his desire for me. Dr. Johnson reached down and undid his pants. He pulled his penis out, and pushed his pants down to his ankles. "Why don't you attend to him, Nandita," Dr. Roger suggested.

I didn't know if the sexual desire in the room, or the wine, was intoxicating me more, but I found myself sliding across to Dr. Johnson in the candle-lit room. I knelt before him, looking up at him. The candle light flickered across his face and body, across his white penis. I went for his shoes first, slipping them off him, and then his socks, and then pulled his pants away from him. He was totally naked from the waist down now, and kneeling as I was, I got a good look at him. His legs were thick and muscular, especially his thighs. His calves were toned and wide, and his feet were big, with thick, square, manly toes. His legs were rather hairy as well. And he had a tan line, in the shape of briefs, around his waist and crotch. While his legs were golden brown, his cock, crotch, and surrounding area were pale white in the shape of underwear or swim trunks.

I slid up to him, reached out and grasped his cock. He was soft but big, obviously turned on. I held his white penis in my brown hand, my long fingers sliding around his soft shaft, and I started jerking him. Dr. Johnson watched, observing me, still looking at me like an object or an animal specimen.

I studied him, too. Studied his cock. It grew bigger in my hand, and I watched it inflate. Overall it wasn't as long as Dr. Roger's, but it seemed a bit fatter. As it came to full mast, I realized it was a little over 5 inches, just bigger than Nirav had been. But its thickness continued to expand.

I came closer, and, looking up into his eyes, leaned forward with my mouth open, and swallowed him. He was so big in my mouth. So wide. I couldn't tell how wide he had gotten, but I knew this was the widest my mouth had ever been stretched. I concentrated on relaxing my jaw so that I could take him in. His cock was hard as rock now, and I pumped up and down on his flesh-rod. He was leaking a massive amount of pre-cum fluid. It combined with the huge amount of saliva I was producing. My mouth stretched so wide, I couldn't help it. I looked up at him as I sucked, into his calm eyes. I could see the desire there, and the pleasure he was feeling, but he was still so detached. I wanted him to acknowledge me, to not be able to think of anything but me, so I pleasured him with all my skills. I massaged his big white balls with one hand while I jerked the base of his penis with the other. I moaned as I sucked him, letting the humming vibration in my throat stimulate him. I did my best, twirling my tongue about, slurping up all the pre-cum he offered me. It tasted wonderfully salty.

After a while I had to take a breather, and pulled his cock out of my mouth. My jaw ached, and I was having trouble breathing out of my nose. When his dick came out of me, I looked at it in shock. It was SO BIG. I could tell it was getting wider when I had been sucking it, but not as wide as this! I put my hand around it, and found my fingers barely reached around the whole thing.

Recovering from my shock, I looked up at Dr. Johnson and started taking long licks of his shaft, like an ice-cream cone. I loved having my tongue connecting with this man's flesh, and I became acutely aware of the wetness between my legs. Suddenly, it went from pleasuring him to pleasuring me. I loved serving him so much, blowing him was getting me off more than it was him. I had his dick in my mouth again, and strained to get as much as was possible in. I wanted him all the way down my throat, and I pumped my face farther and farther onto his white pole trying to devour him.

After a bit Dr. Johnson pulled my head off his cock. I resisted, but he firmly moved me away. He continued to look down at me like I was some animal, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. I wanted him so badly then. He pulled off his shirt so that he was completely naked and sat back down, and I almost jumped on him. But I felt Dr. Roger come up from behind me, and he was holding me. His hand slipped in between my legs from behind, and then he started fingering me. I was so turned on I came instantly, and I whimpered as the orgasm overtook me. My legs gave out from underneath me, but Dr. Roger held me up.

Slowly Dr. Roger set me down onto the floor, onto my hands and knees. I was just in front of Dr. Johnson's big feet. "Lick my feet," I heard the command from above. I looked up at Dr. Johnson. That was the first time he had ever addressed me directly. Ever. It stunned me, but then I quickly complied, not wanting to disappoint him. I first took one his big feet into my hands and started licking his toes. His toes were big and square, and liked the taste of them. I'd never tasted feet before, and it really turned me on. I sucked on his big toe like it was cock, bobbing up and down on it, and then moved down the line, sucking each one. Then I stuck my tongue into the spaces in between. I decided I liked the taste of feet - atleast, Dr. Johnson's feet. They were a bit salty, a bit just like flesh. I licked his soles with long laps of my tongue, and then moved to his other foot.

As I did so, Dr. Roger removed my panties and started to finger me. Then his finger was replaced by his mouth. It felt so good, being licked while licking. I spread my legs a bit wider to give Dr. Roger more access. He licked up my thigh, then into my crotch, licking my lips. He fingered my clit, sending electricity up into me, and his tongue penetrated my vagina. I moaned softly. After completely licking Dr. Johnson's other foot, he decided we were all to switch positions. First, he and Dr. Roger went and sat on the couch beside each other. It was only after I got up that I realized Dr. Roger had removed his clothes while I had been blowing Dr. Johnson. Now two older, naked white men sat on the couch before me. Dr. Johnson ordered me to strip for them, and I did. Swaying to the Music, I slowly pulled my top off, then my skirt. I shook my brown ass in their faces, especially Dr. Johnson's. He pulled me onto the couch, in between the two men, and then I had four hands and two mouths on me, two white male bodies pressing into me from either side.

Dr. Johnson was kissing me first on the lips. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, down my throat. His tongue explored me, and I let him, as his hands were all over my body, my ass, my hips, my breasts. At the same time Dr. Roger was covering me with kisses, down my neck, onto my tits, his hands roving over me. One of his hands went between my thighs, and I spread my legs for him again, and then Dr. Johnson's hand joined Dr. Roger's, and I had so many fingers down there, spreading my lips, playing with my clitoris, sliding into me. I came from all the attention, my orgasm making me shake.

Dr. Johnson said he wanted to titty-fuck me. They laid me on my back on the couch, and Dr. Roger disappeared from the room. I wondered why, but before I could think on it, Dr. Johnson was pressing his fat dick into my face. He slapped his big white cock across my brown face, rubbing it across my cheeks and nose and mouth, before pushing into my lips. I opened up for him, sucking him from below. This position was new to me. I was a bit uncomfortable, but Dr. Johnson seemed to like it, and so that made me like it. This went on for just a few moments before Dr. Roger returned with a bottle of K-Y Jelly. Dr. Johnson stepped aside as Dr. Roger rubbed the liquid onto my tits. Dr. Johnson then kneaded my flesh around my tits, squeezing hard. Next his dick was slapping against my chest, and he told me to hold my breasts together. I did, and then I felt his weight settle on me as he straddled my chest. He looked so big, his whole body, as he fucked my tits. I saw his face in the flickering candlelight, and he was definitely having a good time. He slid his cock in and out between my breasts, his cock head occasionally ramming into my chin and face. He started to moan, and his pace quickened. I knew what would be coming soon, and the thought excited me. His thrusts were fast and furious, and at times I thought he was going to fall over on top of me. His big balls rubbed against my body, and I could feel the hair on them.

"Mmm, yeah. Yeah," Dr. Johnson was saying, when he came. The first spurt was huge, the biggest spurt ever. A gigantic glob of semen shot onto my face. Instinctively I closed my eyes, and it was a good thing I did, because I felt the huge, hot glob of cum hit my eyelids. It fell on my nose and cheeks as well. The next spurts were big too, and I felt his hot cum splash onto my brown skin, his whiteness coating me. More splashed onto my eyes, some going onto my forehead and into my hair. A lot landed on my nose and lips and onto my chin. He orgasm brought with it several big spurts, and they completely covered me.

When he was done Dr. Johnson said, "Look at her, Mark," with awe in his voice.

"Yes. She looks lovely."

"Lick my cum off yourself," Dr. Johnson ordered, and I began to do so. I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and wiped it all over my chin and lips and under my nose, anywhere I could reach. It tasted wonderful, so thick and salty. The smell of his cum was filling me as it was in my nostrils, and without being able to open my eyes, it was one of the only things I could sense. I felt Dr. Johnson wipe his jizz off me and I opened my mouth to accept it, licked it off his thick fingers. Eventually I could open my eyes, and I looked around me.

Dr. Roger was standing nearby, stroking his cock, watching. Dr. Johnson sat beside me, clearing some of the remaining semen from the side of my face. I opened my mouth and took his fingers in, looking at his face. He looked back at me, and this time he was actually looking at me as if I was a person, as I was a woman and we were having sex.

I sat there, stark naked, with two equally naked, older men, and I felt like a total slut. An absolute whore. And I loved it. It thrilled me as much as it scared me, what I was doing with these men.

"Why don't you let your man take care of that aching cock of his," Dr. Johnson suggested, and I agreed.

Leaning back against the back of the sofa, I spread my legs wide and Dr. Roger came forth. He pushed into me quickly, and started fucking away. It felt so good. Even though I'd already had two orgasms, both had been mild, and my pussy needed to be filled. Dr. Roger did that, filling me to the brim, with a dick that was bigger and harder than usual from watching my performance with his friend. Dr. Roger pumped hard and fast. I put my legs up in the air, and he held onto my thighs as he fucked me. Dr. Johnson leaned against one arm of the couch, one leg resting on the couch, the other on the ground, casually playing with his soft dick while he watched us.

Dr. Roger fucked me for a long while. His cock was really getting to me, and I felt my orgasm coming on. I pulled at him, at his asscheeks. Come on, baby. Deeper. Fuck my deeper. I'd never heard myself talking like that before, with such authority, and I liked it. Apparently so did Dr. Roger. He started to moan loudly, then grunt. Yes, just like that. Put your dick so far into me. Yes I came then, my orgasm rocking me. My body started to quiver, and my nipples became ultra-hard. It was awesome, getting fucked with Dr. Johnson sitting just inches away at the end of the couch, watching us.

Dr. Roger came in my pussy. His hot sperm shot up into me, and I could feel it coating my insides. His load was huge, though not nearly as big as Dr. Johnson's. He grunted and heaved as he came, shuddering. He continued to pump into me, gently slowing as his orgasm abated. He pulled out of me and then I sat up and cleaned his dick off with my mouth. It was coated in my juice and his cum, and I got to taste more semen as I cleaned him up. It was thick and creamy, and I loved it. I loved the feeling of his sperm, and of my tongue licking it off his flesh, off the ridges and veins of his white dick.

"Bravo," Dr. Johnson said, clapping. I smiled at him, and he smiled right back. Then I looked at Dr. Roger, and saw the beaming look on his face. He was so proud of me! Dr. Johnson grabbed our wine glasses and went into the kitchen to refill, and Dr. Roger sat down next to me. Apparently I still had cum on my face and in my hair, and Dr. Roger cleaned it off me, but I knew there was still a lot there, dried onto my skin.

Dr. Johnson returned, and I sat between the two men, both of them close and pressing into me. We sipped our wine and talked.

"Well, that fuck certainly needs no one to praise it. It more than speaks for itself," said Dr. Roger.

"Yes. Marvelous, my dear. I didn't think you had it in you, to take my semen like that. Most women have trouble with so much."

"I loved it," I told him. "I love cum. I love the taste, the look, the feel. Everything." And it was the truth.

I was still buzzing hard from the wine before, and this only got me more buzzed. I wasn't totally drunk, so I was feeling all the good effects of the alcohol, the warmness, the loss of inhibition, without the bad effects, like losing control of my body or my senses.

"Well, the night certainly couldn't be complete without me getting into that pussy of yours," Dr. Johnson said. He said this as he began to stroke one of my breasts. I looked over at him and smiled in a seductive way.

Dr. Roger pulled the almost empty wine glass out of my hand as Dr. Johnson pulled me to him. He pressed his lips against mine, then his tongue slipped into my mouth, roaming around the inside. I'm sure he could taste both his own, and Dr. Roger's, cum in my mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. His hands roamed over me, and he fondled my breasts roughly. Then Dr. Johnson was pushing me down towards his crotch again. Thinking he wanted me to suck his cock again I took his almost-hard rod into my mouth, but Dr. Johnson instructed me to lick his testicles instead. I liked the idea a lot, and started to slobber all over his big, thick, white nuts. I didn't even mind the hair on them. As I licked him, I started to go farther down, soon licking the underside of his big balls. I got to feel the part of him where his balls were attached to his body, and I flicked my tongue across the flap of skin there. Dr. Johnson seemed to love it, and pushed my face farther into this recess of his body, spreading his legs and putting them into the air so that I had more access to his underside. His asscheeks were half-way off the couch now, and I grabbed them, playing with his big, muscular cheeks.

Then Dr. Johnson got up. I thought I had done something wrong, but from the look on his face, I knew he had liked what I was doing. I was confused again. Dr. Johnson turned around and bent over, his knees on the couch, and his ass right in my face. Delighted, I grabbed his cheeks and started planting kisses all over them. His butt is big, strong, and hairy, and I loved kissing his manly ass. I started to lick the big white cheeks, and then I felt Dr. Roger behind me, his hands on the sides of my head, directing my face towards Dr. Johnson's ass crack. Realizing what they wanted me to do I dove in full force, my tongue flying. I was so turned on I wanted to push my whole face in between his butt cheeks. My tongue danced in his hairy crack, and then Dr. Roger was pulling Dr. Johnson's ass wide, and now I could see it, Dr. Johnson's tight, pink asshole. It was puckered like it wanted a kiss, and I fell in love. I kissed it, and Dr. Johnson moaned. Then I was licking it, my tongue against his asshole, and he loved it. He was moaning loudly, telling me how good it felt. I loved the fact that I was licking this part of this man, and it turned me on incredibly, even more than licking his feet had. I licked this white man's asshole like a good Indian slut should, and I did so for a long time. My tongue circled the rim of his asshole, and then I pushed it into the whole. He relaxed and spread wide, and then I had my tongue inside of him. I flicked my tongue around in there, then came out and licked up and down his crack in big swipes. Eventually I pulled back, and Dr. Johnson turned around.

He pulled me to the floor, and I quickly spread my legs wide, and then Dr. Johnson was on top of me, his fact cockhead at the lips of my pussy. He ran it up and down my slit, and I cooed loudly. Just before Dr. Johnson pushed into me, I remembered the width of his penis, and I had an instant to wonder how it would feel before he was splitting me in half. It hurt so much! I yelped in pain, and Dr. Johnson told me to relax, to just experience the moment, to let the pain fade. He kissed me as more of him slid into me, but the pain didn't abate. It hurt almost as much as it had my first time ever. But I lay still, wanting to please this man, this big, strong, domineering man above me. I gripped his thick arms tightly, squeezing them with my nails. Eventually he had a lot of himself in me, but I knew not the entire length. He began to thrust in and out with just that much, whispering sweet things into my ear.

The pain went on for some time. But after a while it started to fade. Even as it did, pleasure didn't come right away. My pussy was numb, and I could barely feel Dr. Johnson in me. He was looking down at me, monitoring me, but also taking his pleasure. I held onto his thick arms still, though not as tightly. And then I felt it, the first sliver of pleasure. It came from my clitoris, which his fat dick had been stimulating the entire time. And then another sliver came, this one starting at a pussy lip and working its way up into me. They came slowly, but ever more increasingly. I sighed and relaxed, and Dr. Johnson looked happy when I did. He continued to thrust with just that one part of his cock, and my pleasure continued to mount. Soon I was moaning loudly, and I was feeling the most incredible sensations. Oh, it felt wonderful! My pussy was responding to his dick in a way it had never responded before, and I felt a huge orgasm coming. Shots of pleasure swept through me, and I went from gripping Dr. Johnson's thick white arms to running my hands all over them.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I heard myself saying. I felt a feeling in my pussy, so powerful, and then orgasm hit me, rocking me. My body convulsed, and I lost control of myself. And yet I was thoroughly aware of what was happening. Unlike other times, I didn't lose my mind. This was even better, because I could experience what was happing to me, even as I had no control over it. My body shook, my nipples became ultra-hard, I lost my breath, my toes curled, and my hands clenched Dr. Johnson's triceps as I came.

And then before my orgasm could end, Dr. Johnson leaned forward and pushed the rest of himself into me, and I came again. And again. And again. Multiple orgasms rocked me, each stronger than the next, rushing over me in wave after glorious wave. The only things I was aware of was my body and Dr. Johnson's. The rest of the world became obsolete. All that mattered was us. My brown pussy was spread wider than ever before by this man's thick, white cock, and it was the most incredible thing I'd felt up to that moment. As the orgasms took me, Dr. Johnson grunted loudly, having his own wonderful time. He pushed and heaved, thrusting deeper and harder and faster. I'm not exactly sure when he came, but at some point he did, his second load of the night spraying into me. I was still experiencing orgasm when he came, and then even after he did. For after a while he was laying still on top of me, his softening dick still in me, and I was still cumming.

When my orgasms were eventually done, Dr. Johnson slipped out of me and rolled over next to me. We lay beside each other on the floor, both of us panting hard. Dr. Roger sat in a chair and watched, apparently having masturbated while watching us. I sat up, and then on shaking legs I stood. Dr. Johnson did too, and he kissed me, and I looked at both men. I didn't smile, but they knew what I was feeling. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was soaked in sweat and cum. Cum was on my face, in my hair, on my neck and shoulders. It was also in my pussy, and now running down my legs. But somehow I didn't feel like a slut anymore. I felt liberated, free. I felt no guilt for what I was doing. This was how it was meant to be. I cleaned myself up as best I could, then came back into the den.

Both men were sitting in separate chairs, leaning back and conversing. I smiled when I came in the room, and so did they. I stood there, totally naked with these two equally naked white men, and I wondered what new pleasure lay in store for me.