Sara and Professor’s Sex Journey

Sara is 20 years old Archaeologist, studying in Department of Archaeology Kolkata, she has a fair skin, beautiful body 36-27-38. She is visiting Chennai for a very important Archaeological Research.  Entering the cave was dangerous alone but Sana felt drawn strangely into the darkness, when she had stumbled onto the hidden mouth of it yesterday, she’d peeked in, but decided to check the maps to see if there was any mention of it. When she couldn’t find any, she read over the stone tablet in Sanskrit that the anthropological expedition she was with had followed deep into this jungle. There was a discussion of a Cave of Desire. It sounded like an old spot for lovers’ trysts, she should have told Professor Akash but felt she had a right to be the first to explore her own discovery; he would never have let her go in alone. Professor Akash was a big time Professor, well known in his field. She’d been flattered to be asked to come, being a first-year post-doc.

It had sounded exotic to pursue the directions in the newly discovered tablet that hinted of an ancient tribe of peaceful Indians. It had turned out to be a little dull, mostly long days wandering around in pairs, trying to fine more relics. Professor Akash hadn’t paid the slightest bit of attention to her. It wasn’t a surprise, Sara had never tried to be glamorous; she kept her long black hair in a bun, used no makeup to enhance her regular features and dressed carefully to play down her voluptuous body. A few men noticed her because of her big tits and long legs, but she’d always been shy. Books and ancient maps were far better company. Lost in her world and fearful of embarrassment at the hands of arrogant men, she became a prudish, matronly person. At 20 she sternly avoided any temptations of a sensual nature, preserving a sense of honour and integrity.  

Lately she’d vaguely dreams of sexual acts, not only with Professor Akash but even women; the temptation to masturbate was getting strong though she resisted it firmly. But she’d wished Professor Akash would pay attention to her, he’d been on her thesis classes and had complimented her mastery of ancient Sanskrit. She admired his mind and was thrilled to work with him. He was a bachelor and had a reputation for becoming intimate with students and associated alike. Yet he never seemed to see her as a woman. Even on this expedition, he relied on her ability to decipher the language but was after the exotic, dark skinned Chandra. So, she felt comfortable being a little selfish with her discovery of this potentially important cavern. As she stepped through the opening, letting the bushed which hid it so well spring back in place, she felt a thrill of discovery. It was her first experience with field work. She flicked on the heavy flashlight and shone it around, instead of the large space she’d anticipated it was actually a long tunnel seeming to go straight into the mountain.

Sara examined the walls carefully and saw a few signs of very old torches, carved into the stone, there were even some pieces of wood that looked as though they’d once been burning. Her heart sank, for the implication was that the cave was relatively recent, but it sure looked old. Then a residual impression flashed through her mind and she turned off the light, had she seen something? As her eyes slowly readjusted to the dark, it seemed to her there was a glow far down the tunnel, it was very dim; but yes, it was there. Again, she felt disappointment, if it was being used, this was unlikely to be an undiscovered artifact. And there might be danger, but there was no noise and the same musty odour which she remembered from the special visit they’d made to a two-thousand-year-old temple near New Delhi. It was strange, but she felt tingling in her stomach and started down the tunnel toward the glow. The beam of the flashlight reflected eerily from the craggy surfaces of the walls as she walked slowly down the rough stone. It did seem to be descending, but was still warm.   

If anything, it was getting warmer, and she felt herself starting to sweat; she opened her blouse, letting air into her chest. It felt good, echoes of her steps sounded hollowly; she felt her hair getting moist and pulled the bobby pins out letting it fall past her shoulders. That let some circulation to her scalp. After a hundred yard or so, she stopped and turned off the flashlight again; the glow was more obvious now. Squinting it seemed to Sara that the tunnel turned down there and the light was coming from the side, illuminating only the vert end of this rocky entryway. But it was still very dim, she listened carefully and heard nothing; it was a mystery and she felt her excitement grow. She turned the light back on and hurried a little, anticipation was welling up a sense of something about to happen. She was anxious to fine whatever it was, later she would remember this moment as the start of her seduction.

After another hundred yards, she no longer needed the light; the soft glow from the end was enough and the artificial beam seemed out of place. Her face was flushed and she’d a sense of abandoning herself to this exploration to the consequences. A funny feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. It seemed almost sexual, as the glow got nearer, she looked down at her tits swelling out of her white bra and the push of her pubic mound against the tan pants. She felt suddenly aware of her organs and felt a tiny bit of moisture in he pussy. It didn’t seem at all strange just a part of her journey. As she got the turn in the tunnel. She didn’t peer cautiously around; instead stepping decisively into the soft golden illumination. It was still weak and the source seemed to be from the walls of the large space she’d entered. And now, suddenly and inexplicably there was the sound of a drum in a heavy, slow beat from far away. To her left, a little crystal-line mirror reflected the walls of the cavernous room. Natural shelves held statuettes, glowing in several colours. They were erotic, nude women, organs exaggerated in the style of Indian statuary she’d seen. Just in front of the mirror was a strangely shaped altar, in the shape of a Y, the open end facing into the crystal. It all looked very old.

The reds, green and golds of the figures cast vivid tones of different colours on the walls, and the effect was sensual and exotic; the floor was level and very smooth. It was even warmer; she took several steps into the room until she stood in front of the mirror. Her clothes felt uncomfortable, there was a buzz in her head; she looked up at her reflection in the crystal which was a little wavy from imperfections. The drumbeat was pulsing in her mind, her reflection was her familiar image; frizzed hair falling over her shoulders, the white bra revealed by the gaping of her unbuttoned blouse. But as she watched, it began to change, very slowly, in little bits that seemed to be timed with the rhythm of the coursing drum. Her hair appeared to smooth out, acquiring a luster and wave that was very attractive and erotic. Then her face’s image began to look like she’d on makeup, deepening her eyes, widening and darkening her mouth. The effect was sensual. Now, gracefully and gently, her blouse slipped away seeming to free itself from the waist of her pants easily and smoothly. She felt the material sliding off her skin as she saw it happening in the mirror, her mind was in turmoil; but she’d no volition. She felt the bra unclasped in the back and her breasts suddenly felt the fetid air; her nipples were stiff. In the mirror, the rounded globes appeared larger and fuller, pushing out from her chest impudently. She realized how good her nakedness felt as though it was natural to be nude here.

Sara saw her reflection cup her boobs, squeezing and pinching and realized it was her own hands caressing her flesh. She arched towards the sexy reflection, she pushed her titties up, displaying them; feeling pride in their fullness. Her mind seemed to be two parts, one shocked at her boldness and the other wanton and excited. Her Hands drifted down to the pants’ belt and unhooked it, then opened the button at the waist; the garment drifted down slowly, without her touching it. Her waist high white panties appeared, then her long slim legs; she just stood and watched the drift downwards in the mirror, even seeing the spot of dampness in her crotch. The tan material ended up in a clump at her feet, as she stepped out of the pants; she realized her shoes were gone too. She stood before the mirror with only the panties on, the drum seeming louder; her blood boiling with tension. The part of her mind that was shocked with shrinking, while the stimulating fog dominated her more and more. She’d the feeling of being part of an ancient rite, feeling drawn to its power, excited by its promise of, what? Pleasure, sexual pleasure. How could that be? She’d never even had an orgasm. She was fascinated by her image in the mirror. Reaching up; she could feel that her hair was indeed smoother, a little wavy framing her now beautiful, exotic face.

Sara stared at the reflection of her titties, capped with red nipples, looking so erotic. Her firm tummy was moving with her heavy breathing and her legs seemed longer, sexier. The white panties were a contrast to the sensual appearance she saw and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She pushed this remaining covering down, feeling a strange sense of triumph at her fully nudity; as the elastic moved over her pussy, the coal black pubic hair made a striking contrast to her pale skin. She watched her reflection as she leaned over to let her legs lift out of the garment, seeing her breasts hanging and swaying. Mmmmmm. Nice, she thought. What man could resist me? It all felt perfectly natural, except to that small, shrinking part of ger mind protesting her daring. As she straightened, she raised her hand to a model’s position behind her head and turned in a knee as she’d seen in lingerie catalogues. Sara was a new person, radiant with her newfound confidence, her genitals black triangle was pouty and full and she rotated to get a better look. From the side, it seemed even more prominent and she pushed her hips out to increase its effect; thrills at this image filled her. Her hands began moving over her body, from her face to her tits and downwards to her abdomen; then finally into her pussy. A finger found the little button she’d always known was there, but avoided; now she twitched at it, watching her reflection become slightly slack jawed in passion.

If felt so good, she wondered vaguely why she’d never done this before; she felt awakened and alive. She began to twist her body sinuously to the beat of the drum which seemed more insistent, while her finger kept kneading her clitoris. She could feel the wetness in her pussy and felt a bloom of dampness under her arms, on her face. The voluptuous woman in the mirror seemed to be someone else; she revealed in her licentiousness pushing harder at the stiffening button at the top od me pussy. She began to feel need, need for a cock to fill her, to stimulate her, to complete her. To give her pleasure and release, she continued her writhing dance to the drumbeat, thinking this really was a “Cave of Desire” and how fortunate she was. The mirror began to cloud and her image was gone, suddenly there was a man; and what a magnificent man, she marvelled. His skin was dark and his features strong; like a hawk. Sara had a sense that he was large and his hairless body was powerfully muscled. Wide shoulders, narrowing to slim hips, strong legs and the largest most imposing cock she could imagine. It’s length and thickness made her gasp and again speed her diddling fingers in her now foaming pussy. Her mind soared with happiness to be here with him, naked with him, free to give herself to him.

Wanting him to use her as he wished, as he stepped to the floor of the cavern; emerging from the mirror, he smiled with a cruel, savage look of conquest. She heard herself groaning with the tension and want radiating through her, she heard a voice in her mind; speaking in Sanskrit, she’d to adjust quickly to understand the rarely spoken language but found it surprisingly easy. “I’m Arkan…the priest of lust…now you belong to me…you’re going to be follower of lust…I’ll make you follower of lust…” Sara smiled and stretched her body to his avid gaze, raising her arms up and out, spreading her legs and arching towards him. The mirror was clear again and she could see the beautiful maiden offering her body to its master, heat and want suffused her. “Ummm…Yess….” she answered. He walked slowly around the altar towards her as she shivered with anticipation, waiting. He’d an aura that warmed and tingled her groin and it got stronger as he approached. He reached her and she closed her eyes, waiting for his commands, wanting his touch. She felt hands softly on her face, caressing gently, then beginning to move downwards, over her shoulders and then to her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nipples then cupped her firm globes of tit-flesh and the pressure sent waves of excitement into her body.

“Oh…ufff….mmmm….” She pushed to his touch. The hands drifted lower to her bellybutton, her abdomen and slowly into her hairy bush. Her ass arched to his contact of its own accord as she revealed in her ability to attract him. His firm fingers probed into her pussy lips and found her clit, she cried out at the first pulsating stimulation. Her need seemed unbearably strong. One hand moved into the wet, swampy mess of her pussy, while the other went around her hip to her butt cheek and moved into the large crack of her ass-hole. She opened her eyes and found him staring greedily at her, she matched his evil smile. “Ufff….arghhhhhhh…..ooohhhhhhh…” Fingers entered her pussy and ass roughly, quickly and almost lifted her as her body was filled. Spurts of wonderful sensation emanated from the penetration, the fingers began to move in urgent, spasmodic pushes and she groaned in response, trying to move her groin to increase the power of it. Something probed her mouth and she felt an enormous tongue enter between her lips, and sucked on the wet, probing instrument as her own licked at its rough texture. Her arms dropped to his head and she pulled it to her so their lips locked together as his hands increased the speed and strength of their movements in her bottom.

The tongue was almost into her throat but Sara swallowed and gasped with passion. Suddenly and cruelly, he pulled away, she stood with her arms empty staring at him; gasping with disappointment wanting more. She fell to her knees, staring at his cock, it was firmer now, sloping out from the dark pubic bone. The head was peeking out of the foreskin, the tiny slit moist, Sara exhaled as she leaned toward it and licked gently at the drop of cloudy juice. It tasted bitter and tart, her mouth opened as she raised a hand to push it upwards and felt it jerk as she surrounded the first inch with her lips. As she closed around the tube, her hand reached down and began to diddle her clit again and she sucked his cock into her mouth. Sara had never sucked a cock before but this felt natural and marvellous. Blood vessels pulsed as it stiffened further and her tongue laved at the textured skin of the head, tasting more of his essence. She sunk more of it into her, breathing through her nose; smelling a powerful, savage male perfume. She pushed harder, forcing it down her throat, feeling the blood flowing and her free hand reached around to pull his hips to her. It closed her airway as it entered her almost to its full length and she let it out, tongue still lapping firmly. The male flesh hardened as she began moving so it fucked her mouth.

Sara felt her stomach soar as her hips writhed with pleasure, she was giving this fantastic creature. Her lover…her master. It was pistoning inside her and her mouth seemed to water with the taste and wonder of this act, she lifted her eyes and caught his look of excitement, of control and of enjoyment. She pulled away slightly so all there was in her mouth was the head and sucked it fiercely, hearing little sounds her mouth was making as it ministered to him. But he suddenly humped fully into her and even as she choked, she felt a gush of liquid jetting into her throat; she swallowed but its volume was too much and she felt it dribbling out of her lips. It was the same tart taste but stronger and more compelling, she smiled avidly; opening her mouth as another spurt fired over her tongue, then a hand in her hair pulled her face away and a spray jumped into her eyes. He was spurting hot white thick cream on her beautiful sexy face, dripping down to her nose and she grinned her own evil pleasure at his debasement. Her bottom was on fire, he was breathing hard and she nuzzled to his groin, kissing lightly at the ball sack, the base of his cock his abdomen. There was still some leaking and she pressed her face to it further smearing his jism on her cheeks and lips.

It was as though Sara wanted herself covered with his essence, surrendering to his defiling capture of her soul. Dimly, she saddened that this might be the end of her seduction. The hand in her hair pulled her upright. “No one can fuck you the way…I’m going to fuck you…you’ll remember this day your entire life…” He was sneering at her and covered her white thick juicy mouth with his, the thick tongue moving between her lips. She felt his cock against her belly, still stiff, her heart soared. What now, she wondered but tingled with desire to experience whatever it would be. He’d to take her, use her, she cried out in the dim cavern. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me hard….”  He lifted her easily to the altar, positioning her legs on the forks of the “Y” so she was splayed open, her pussy exposed to the mirror now. As his hands wandered over her titties and her fevered skin, the mirror showed the pink flesh between the labia and the matting of black pubic hair from the moisture of her desire. She spread her arms again, offering herself, waiting breathlessly; her hips were wantonly undulating, trying to invite his rape. She saw his face between her legs, his tongue licking over his mouth as he stared at her needy twisting body.

His hands were on her thighs, pressing and kneading, the fierce head began to lower; and she realized his mouth and that powerful tongue were nearing her raging pussy. “Oh…he’s going to eat my pussy.” She thought, she humped to him and hissed “Eat my pussy now…” His lips seemed to smack to her foaming pussy, locking it inside his mouth and she groaned and writhed with the stimulating thrill of it. She felt the tongue, first entering deeply into her wet tunnel, then coming up to her love button. “Ummm….uffff….arggghhhhhh…..ummmm….” Her mind was whirling with the feeling of floating in a sea of passion, the tongue kept up its movement, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her groin. Her pussy seethed with heat and the tongue fucked vigorously into her, amazingly deep. Her hands wrapped in her hair as she groaned with sensual awakening, she felt his hands squeezing the folds of her pussy together; increasing the friction of his tongue as it rampaged in her tight pussy. Each flick of her clit sent stars whirling in her mind and she thought she heard him growling heavily as she heaved into his face with legs taut and shaking. But his eating became harder and faster, sending her into a roaring fog of want. Even without experience of it, she knew her orgasm was near.

“Fuck me now…fuck me hard…” Sara hissed. He rose, the evil grin wider; the look of desire and conquest grossly exciting to her frantic mind. In the mirror, she saw the wanton woman begging for his monstrous cock. He’d hurled his massive cock into her heedless of pain or speed, but all she felt was gratitude at the stinging sensation of vibrant wonder. The base punched her clit making it the focal point of her flaring heat, tides of thrilling feelings almost drove her unconscious as he began to thrust and thrust; all the way back out with each stroke. The stretching of her flesh was unbearably sweet, as though her pussy was able to adapt perfectly to his huge cock, she could feel every inch, every ridge, every part of his cock as it pummelled her unmercifully; the careless savagery of it adding to her rising need. She began to babble mindlessly as he fucked, reaching out fruitlessly, twisting and bending and humping. “Ungh…ooohhh…uuffff….fuck….harder….mmmm….” Sara was moaning, she felt on a high plateau of goodness, soaring in carnal delight.

Sara hands began pulling and pinching her titties as her eyes closed and a whirlpool started spinning in her red hazed mind. His hands were pressing on her groin, pushing in firmly making her clit pulse and twitch with each of his powerful strokes. The whirlpool tightened and tightened, spinning faster as she writhed to his pistonning cock. Her eyes snapped open and widened, staring at his leering face now grotesque in its concentration. He slowed his thrust, but increased the force of them, driving with incredible power. She couldn’t breathe as the whirlpool concentrated itself into a tiny dot of fantastic intensity and then an explosion of rhapsodic sweetness burst in her soul, she knew what it was. “Mmmm…ufffff….oohhhhh….” Her head was twisting as her hands punched and tweaked at her boobs, her tingling nipples. The climax took over Sara body, sending raging pangs of lust ringing through her. It was a glorious release of a dam of pleasure, thrilling her to her depths; his mighty cock kept up its spasmodic penetrations, each time spinning another thrill into her groin. Suddenly he froze, buried deep in her ovaries, she felt red hot liquid filling her; over filling, leaking out onto her ass-hole. He thrust again and she felt more of his spunk jet into her pussy, the rivulet coming out became a stream, as her own hips raised to keep him buried.

His sperm puddling on the stone, she let her rear end sink back onto it and wiggled to coat her ass. Sara was almost out of her mind; her release was so welcome and complete she surged up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and locked her lips to his; his tongue shooting into his mouth as deeply as she could make it go. Her legs were still resting on the stirrups of the altar, she heaved them around his waist, still humping her hips onto his cock. The explosion roared on and on, her clit felt like a ball of excitement; as she felt his tongue lash with hers and his mouth suck hers, she groaned with joy. Their kiss went for what seemed like hours though it was only minutes. Sara began to feel giddy and wear and finally collapsed back onto the altar, returning her legs to the stirrups. She felt his cock exit her pussy with a loud squish and a jet of his jism fired onto her tits and her belly; she held his eyes as she rubbed it into her skin, finally licking the residue with her tongue. He laughed at her pleasure but she thought he approved her licentiousness. Her climax was over, though her body still tingled, she was aware of the stickiness of his spunk as it dried on her heated skin but it was all part of this incredible experience. Just as she thought their fucking might be over, she felt his hands pull at her ass cheeks and his cock probed between the firm globed of her sexy round ass.

“Sssss….fuck my ass…tear my ass with your cock….” Sara said in a husky lust-full voice. She felt it at the puckered rim of her ass and bent her legs to give him access, her mind dimly registered the pain this new penetration might cause; but found herself again murmuring “Fuck me…ufff….fuck me…” This time he entered her slowly, the lubrication from her pussy making his turgid meat slide smoothly yet the pain of her stretched ass-hole caused her to scream out. But even as she did, the stinging added to the warmth in her belly; as her hips began to move again, as his cock sunk further and further into her tight ass, stretching and tormenting her ass tube, she screamed again but the tortured look as she held his eyes did not plead for him to stop. “Fuck me hard….fuck me harder…tear apart my ass…” She was moaning, she wants him to continue his domination of her. The pain mixed with waves of exhilaration and pleasure, in an erotic salad of feeling. Her heart was pounding even faster than with her previous climax as she felt his monster cock in her insides, his groin pressed against her butt cheeks. The pain was only from the entrance rim, stretched so fully, inside the nerves signalled the presence of his cock and the insertion had been sexy and stimulating.

He humped slightly upwards, further tearing at the tight opening into her ass and she screamed, the sound became hoarse with welcoming passion. “Aaaaaaa……uffff…..ssssssss….mmmmmmm….” Her reflection in the mirror held an expression of ugly grimace but even as she watched it began to change to fevered desire for more. He began to pull out, but just a few inches and then humped firmly back in, the thrust was good and the pain from her entrance was passing; though still adding a stinging dimension to his throbbing invasion. She found herself gasping “Harder…ummm…faster…fuck me like a bitch…” and grinning at him as he again cycled into her body. He inserted his thumb in her pussy and began to rub her clit, thrills again began ringing wildly through her groin; and soon took over her whole body, her whole being. She began squirming to him, trying to increase the speed and force of his stroked in both her holes; lovely mixed sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her. His movements began to speed up and she recognized the building need for release from just a few minutes before. Another orgasm, she thought frantically. Oh yes, yes, the whirlpool was back open and red tinged in her mind as she began to twist and undulate spasmodically in her splayed position on the altar. Sara jism coated skin tingled with hear and the friction of the stone added to her rising desire.

How could she have avoided this wondrous experience all these years? He leaned forward and began to paw at her tits, kneading and pinching. She covered his hands and found herself pleading to him “Yes…fuck my ass…fuck it hard…aaaaa….” His leaning pulled his cock upwards, lifting her hips off the altar, and her calves were resting against his shoulders. Most of her weight was now on her back and she felt a wonderful sense of his cock as a pile driver into her ass, as the whirlpool began to close. Her writhing became frantic and vicious, she was striving for more pain, more thrilling waves from her pussy, a higher peak. Her face felt full as a balloon, as her tongue lolled out and groans of passion churned unintelligibly from her wailing moaning. Her groin was fucking back to his hand and cock, all her movements were unconscious and wild; her climax began to happen, more slowly than her first bur with even more force. Explosions went off in her head as fire seemed to rage in her, she could not speak at all; her head twisting with her release. This was a tidal wave of excitement and roiling orgasm, rolling rather than bursting but powerful and complete. It lasted and lasted as she watched him grin with his mastery over her flailing body.

Sara felt liquid filling her intestine again leaking out onto the altar, her hand reached under her ass to catch a palmful and she sucked it as the pleasure held its sway over her. Then she collapsed, floating in euphoria, she felt his cock leave her and sighed with disappointment. What she began to again be able to see, after the haze left her mind, he was staring at her with pleasure. “Sara you make me happy …from today you’re follower of lust…you’ll be following the path…I saw you…” Her heart soared with her pride at his words. He waited until her breathing became less laboured and then pulled her to him through the angles of the stirrups. As she felt her feet support her, he stepped to the side and their reflection in the mirror showed a still gorgeous, spunk smeared, dark haired maiden and a handsome god, standing hand in hand as though he was displaying her to the reflection. Then he stepped through the surface, pulling her with him; they were standing in a huge room with no obvious walls, yet she knew it was enclosed. Several small pools were scattered around, and beautiful women, lolled around the area; they looked at her with expression that seemed welcoming and understanding of her joy and amazement. He held her to the nearest water and they waded in as his hands began to bathe her, they both submerged and he kissed her under the surface in a lingering and softer way.

Her comatose brain still welcomed his caresses and his lips, as they rose, her mind filled with his final words to her. “You’re now a follower of lust…from now onwards…I’ll be controlling your body and soul…those who’ll be enjoy your body…will became the follower of lust…” He led her to the mirror and ushered her back to the cavern, alone, her last sight of him was as one of the women began sucking his cock with obvious pleasure and skill.

Professor Akash was little frustrated that Chandra was taking so long to respond to his attention, he was accustomed to quicker success. He knew she was aware of his reputation, both scholastically and as a lover. Just thinking about her sexy, exotic face with huge eyes and dark lips made him squirm. Add to that those huge tits and wide hips, and he felt hardness to start in his cock. Why couldn’t she just surrender like the other college girls? He’d scheduled them to work together today, but when Sara disappeared had rearranged things. Now he was here in the camp alone, cleaning up some of the paperwork required by the foundation and waiting to give her hell when she got back. The nerve, to foul up his plans, she’d always been so trustworthy, so dependable. What the hell could have happened to her? He heard a small cough from the flap of his tent and turned in his flimsy chair. It was Chandra and his heart skipped. “Hi Professor…have you seen Sara…mein kab se ussko dondh rahi hoon?” Chandra asked. “Nope…haven’t seen her…pata nahi kya baat hai…” Professor replied, Chandra still hadn’t come in the tent; just stood there in the opening, bent over, showing him a little cleavage, her hips thrust to the side provocatively. “Don’t you think…we should search for her?” Chandra asked. Professor tried to look like he was considering it, rather than ogling her shape. “No… my guess is she is exploring some theory…she picked up from the stone…she reads the damn language so well…it’s scary…” Professor Akash had seen Chandra and Sara talking together often, and didn’t want to sound too harsh, he thought Sara was trying something on her own to cut him out. Goddamn post- docs. Ambitious as hell.       

Chandra shrugged and dropped the flap saying “I’m going for a walk till the river…ho sakta hai Sara waha swim kar rahi ho…it’s too hot…I’ll too take a dip in the river…” Professor Akash had the feeling she teased him sometimes, though he couldn’t imagine why. That was close enough to an invitation, though and Professor yelled. “Wait…I’m also coming…” He grabbed his pith helmet and scrambled out of the tent, as her swinging hips disappeared into the jungle. He stumbled after her and didn’t catch her until they were down at the river bank and she was shucking off her shirt. On an expedition like this, the niceties of civilization were often abandoned and bathing was one example. It was normal for everyone to bathe nude, both male and female. Good form required never leering, though he’d never gotten the full hang of that. He found beautiful women impossible to ignore, he’d seen Chandra’s charms several times and never tried to ogling her, as carefully as possible. He’d a feeling she’d noticed but she never mentioned it. As Chandra pushed off her pants on the shore, her back to him, revealing those full hips and nice legs, he remembered seeing Sara the other day at the same spot. He’d never realized what a neat body the usually reserved woman possessed. Nice bit tits, long legs and a trim, taut midsection. With her hair released and wet, she gave a wholly different impression than usual. Might try that mousy little thing when I get finished with Chandra, he thought. Might be a good one-nighter.

Professor watched as Chandra stroked into the water, admiring her ass, she avoided any eye contact; though, so after getting no encouragement to join her, he yelled. “I’m also coming Chandra….” He started stumbling through the jungle again, and must have taken a wrong course, because he happened into a glade with a stream that fed the river, and lo and behold, there was Sara. His first thought was relief that she was okay, then he started to chew her out about her absence. “Oh Sara…kaha thi tum… all of us were worried…all the programme schedule got screwed up…” Then he stopped as he noticed a subtle change in her appearance, her hair was down and looked darker and wavier as though it had been oiled all the way. He thought he saw hints of eye makeup and dark lipstick, even though it was light; it gave her a completely new appearance, much prettier, even beautiful. And her blouse was gaping open and she wore no bra. He could see the profile of her nipples in the thin cotton of her shirt, even her expression was different, no pursed lips and pinched eyes but an open, smiling look. “Sara… have you been to beauty parlour…you look great” She grinned at him and if he didn’t know her better, he’d have said it was a seductive invitation. “I’m glad to see you professor…I was exploring a cave I found…but it turned out to be empty…” He saw her eyes look back at the way he’d come and asked “Are you going for a swim? Is that Chandra I hear?” she was holding his eyes, something she never did and he felt a sudden rush of desire.

“This is a nice spot…why don’t we take a break…swim a little…the water’s only a foot deep…do you want to get naked with me…” Sara said, Professor Akash felt a fast flush of heat at her boldness. “Kya soch rahe ho professor…sharam aa rahi hai?” Sara still held his eyes, her eyes seemed to burn into him as he watched her start to strip. The old Sara would have raced, anxious to get it over with and jump in the water, covering herself. But now, she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pausing with each loosening to pull the edges apart, revealing more and more tit flesh. He felt his cock surge, when she reached the last button; she pulled the cloth out of her pants, but still didn’t reveal herself fully. She cupped her globed through the thin cotton, lifting them, making the outline of the nipples even more obvious. “Tum uss din innko bahut ghur rahe the na…didn’t you? Weren’t you surprised at your staid little student?” she shrugged off the shirt, let it slither to the ground. Her chest was arched and he gasped at the wonderful pair of tits pleasing his gaze. They were full large and rounded with nice pouty, red nipples, already taut. He felt his mouth water and began tearing his own shirt off. She murmured “Slowly dear…bahut jaldi hai mujhe chodne ki…” he could hardly believe his ears and his eyes. Sara had become a sensual bold woman overnight, he slowed down, but revealed his thin well-muscled torso. “Just wait…abhi mere husn ka jalwa dekhoo…”  Saying Sara worked her tennis shoes off as she unbuckled the belt of her pants.  

Professor’s ears were roaring with the slow erotic way Sara was showing him her fantastic body, she began easing the pants down over her hips, one side at a time and suddenly he saw coal black pubic hair just at the waistband. Sara paused there, watching him gasp, chuckling, she pushed further and the whole triangle was exposed, rich and full, puffy pussy lips outlined by the fuzzy bush. Her pussy lips were vibrating opening and closing inviting his hard cock to cum deep inside. He almost gagged as he unbuckled his own pants, she slowly leaned down as she lowered the pants to her feet; stepped out of them. The movement made those full boobs hang and move pendulously and the rigid nipples profiled against her fair skin. His cock was hard as rock and he’d trouble getting his pants over it. She almost seemed to laugh at his frantic tearing at the pants, she just stood there; hands on her hips, a knee pointed in sensuously until he finally got them off. He took a step towards her, but she said “Not now…abhi mujhe nahate dekho…” She turned her body towards the stream keeping her head looking over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locked to his. She took three steps into the gurgling water, swinging her hips blatantly. Then her ass lowered very slowly, the muscles flexing into the shallow water; her body ended up sideways and she began splashing water gently on her face, then her boobs, rubbing herself and further exciting him. “Ohhh…kitna Thanda pani hai…Ummmm…bahut sexy lag raha hai…mere jism par ye pani…ummm….are you enjoying the show professor?” Sara asked.   

Professor was gasping and couldn’t answer, Sara laughed throatily and reclined fully, straightening her legs, so the water level barely covered her. She still held his gaze, the erotic smile beginning to fill his mind. Her pussy was just above the surface but the dampness made it mat to her pouty pubic bone and her hand drifted down to the top of her pussy. “See Professor…mein apni chut to masal rahi hu… ohhh…dekho kitni garam aur gili hai meri chut…uuummmmmm….issko ek majboot lund chahiye… jo iski chudai karke iski masti nikal de….ohhhhh….” He could feel his hand moving gently, and almost unconsciously began stroking his cock. “Oh no dear…mera much kis liye hai…come and shove your cock in my mouth…meri chut bhi tumhari tongue ka intajaar kar rahi hai…uuummm…” Sara said and professor stumbled into the water beside her. He splashed her and she gave a low soft squeal. He plopped noisily down beside her, reaching for her tits; their firmness amazed him, rising so boldly off her chest. She twisted him firmly to recline with his hips near her face and his own head near her pussy. She began edging her knee up, revealing the cleft of pink flesh between the folds of her pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous puffy mounds as it opened to his gaze, even as his hands kept kneading her titties. She rolled neared to him and he felt her hand wrap around his cock She said “Professor…dekho kitni gili hai meri chut…lick my pussy…the same way I’m going to suck your cock…” He felt warm breath on the sensitive head od his throbbing cock and then the warm wet pair of lips surround it. Her head was just at the water’s surface as she slowly drew more and more into her mouth as his gasping face stared with fascinated anticipation. She took it all in smoothly, and he groaned with the complete enclosure of his cock inside her hungry mouth.

Professor Chinnaswamy felt Sara swallow, twitching at the head and jumped with pleasure. Equally slowly, she let it leave her mouth and said “Lick my pussy professor…” Reluctantly his eyes left their view of this vixen with his cock hanging at her mouth, and he buried his face in her crotch. There was already moisture there and he could smell a heady, musky odor of her cream. It was intoxicating, his tongue flicked out to the top of her crease, and felt her hips jump slightly as he butter-flyed at her stiff little button. And it did taste marvellous. He felt her take his cock into her throat again and the vacuum she was making, he was giddy with the sensual excitement of this warm, wet jungle embrace. He started to slavishly lick and suck at her pussy lips trying to enter her tunnel and hit the clit. Her mouth was pistonning nicely on his cock, sending thrills back to his balls and into his groin. He heard a muffled groan and realized it was his own, her top leg was thrown over his shoulder now and his tongue could get two inches into her pussy easily. His own hips started pumping at her thrusting mouth, he felt her hands moving over him, spreading water on his legs, stomach, chest, although she never stopped her mouth’s firm fucking on his cock. He reached behind her to her ass cheeks, squeezing it, marvelling at the feel of her wet flesh; he tried to keep eating at her pussy but was starting to feel spasmodic tingling in his cock. His mind was whirling and out of control, he could sense the pressure building in his balls; through the roaring in his head, he heard her soft, seductive voice “Mmmmm….my pussy is on fire now…kya tumhara maan nahi kar raha iss garam chut ki gehrai napne ka…come on fuck me now…fill me up…apna rus meri chut ki gehrai mei bhar do…”       

Sara crawled out of the stream, pulling him with her, her aggressive sexuality amazed professor; he was ready to do anything to get off with this suddenly exciting woman. She pushed him down to the floor of matted leaves and crouched over him, straddling his hips. He saw her lovely face leaning down to him, getting closer and closer, her breasts were cushioned on his chest; her lips touched his softly and he soared with desire. He felt her tongue tickle gently around his mouth and every contact launched tingles of pleasure. He was gasping, and she lifted away, a smile of erotic conquest on her face; he’d never felt so drawn to any women. The she crushed her mouth to his, her tongue lancing deep into his sucking throat and a surge of sensation rattled his fevered mind. For as she kissed him passionately, her hand was moving his cock head firmly up and down on her wet pussy. He could feel the sensitive skin of his cock touching her clit, surrounded by her labia then back to the clit again. Each time, he felt lubrication and the movement was oily and smooth. He was wildly duelling with her tongue and his hands rested on her hips, he pulled his face away and groaned “Ohhh….Sara…take it inside…jaldi please…” She grinned that evil, sexy way as she let just the head enter her. Her eyes were locked to his as she straightened, watching him moan with his need. Her titties were undulating gently and she closed her eyes and said “Get ready professor…zindagi mein aisa mazaa tumko na mila hoga…sari zindagi yaad rakhoge meri chut ka mazaa…” She began to sink gently on his hard-throbbing cock and he almost screamed as his cock eased into her pussy.

Professor felt her puffy pussy lips press into his pubic hair as she fully enclosed him inside her, his hands reached up to her boobs, squeezing them and she covered them with her own, pulling his grip even tighter. Sara helped him maul and knead at her flesh as she began to rise, she said “Dekho kitni tight he meri chut…” she hissed in passion, just as he though she would leave, she sunk back down, supporting her pussy with her knees beside his hips. “Mmmmm…professor tumhara lund kitna mota hai…uuummmm….mmmaaaaaa….uuuffff…ab mera jism tumhara hai…tum jab chaho…jaha chaho …mere jism ka mazza le sakte ho…I’m your bitch now…lo ab meri chut ka mazza….”  Sara started rising and falling in a slow rhythm, grunting quietly each time the point of her pubic bone hit the base of his cock, punching her clit. As she pulled up, he could feel her rubbing it against the top of his cock and she seemed to be creaming constantly, making his pistonning inside her smooth and easy. He could hear himself groaning as though from a distance, he strained up to her each time she sunk sensuously onto him and the stimulation was powerful and wild. He felt her lean into the pressure of his hands on her succulent globes, the intensity of her fucking began to increase, both the speed and the force. He felt himself rising toward red hot pleasure when suddenly she pulled his hands away from her tits and pinned his wrists on the ground. “Suck my tits professor…lick them…aren’t they nice?” He felt a nipple graze his mouth and his tongue leaped out to flick at the tip and then the flesh pressed into his lips and he sucked violently. She groaned with enjoyment, she let him eat at one of the big mounds for a time then twisted the other to his hungry lips.

Still the pace of Sara’s fucking professor’s cock speeded up and fire was raging in his groin, pressure building in his rampaging cock. He was lost in her body, his mind dull as passion overcame any rational surprise at Sara’s sensuality. She seemed to sense his abandonment of his soul to her, and began even more frantic humps on his cock, whispering “Fuck me professor…bhar do meri chut apne lund ke rus se…fuck me…yesss…uuuggggg….” His hips lurched up into each of her thrusts and became spasmodic as the need for release bloomed in his cock. She was urging him on, murmuring “Ohhh…yes…fuck me…mmmm…” in the same rhythm as her fucking. He surrendered to the roaring power of her pussy and felt an orgasm begin unlike any in his life. Flushes blossomed all over his body, stinging pleasure erupted in his cock and he felt a torrent rise from his balls and burst out of his burning cock. “Aaaggg….” His first shot exploded and he felt a new kind of heat and wetness around his cock inside her. He was frozen with his hips pushing up to full penetration, then she pushed him back down and he felt another massive jolt of climax, accompanied by another shot of his spunk. More heat, more liquid and something else, a weakening a sense of his vitality transferring to her, sucked from him like his sperm. He humped again and another jet fired out, he opened his eyes and found her staring at him; a funny look of surprise, elation and triumph lighting her face, the most erotic and attractive expression he’d ever experienced. He relaxed as he felt her twitching pussy nipping at the base of his cock her own orgasm causing contraction around him. Her body was arched as she moaned with guttural growls of completion. He blanked out, and surfaced to find her nestled to him, her wet pussy against his hips; her lips crooning in his ear softly. “Professor…mazaa aaya chudai ka…mmmmm….” Her hand was moving over his groin, down to his softened cock and he could still smell her musky pussy perfume, he felt her lips sucking at his ear as he dozed off.