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Subject: {ASSM} RoshanRajFiles5 - "American Education Pt.II" - (Indian, inter, WM/IF, facial, outdoors)
Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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The Roshan Files is a series of Indian sex stories written by yours
truly, Roshan Raj. To keep things interesting, the stories will all be
about different people and from different points of view. Some will be
from the point of view of a white male with an indian woman. Others
will be from the point of view of an indian man with an indian woman.
Some from an indian woman with an indian man. From a white woman with
an indian man. A white woman with an indian woman...whatever and
whoever. I'll post as I write, and I don't promise any schedules. Just
one thing...e-mail me with your thoughts, and most importantly, your
own stories. And please, NO Indian incest stories. Please.

Also, all the stories I will be posting are based on true events. Of
course, this is fiction, but all the events taking place in the
stories involve real people in real relationships...just the details
are fiction (with changed names...sometimes!) How? Well, myself being
an Indian, I know very many Indians. And I know about their
boyfriends, girlfriends, of sexual flings, etc. I don't know all the
details, or if all the rumors about a particular person or persons are
true, but I let my imagination run wild and the results are these
stories.

Enjoy. 

RoshanRaj 
Roshanrajsx@yahoo.com

P.S. For those of you waiting for some more Indian-on-Indian sex, fear
not, more will be on the way soon!

American Education - Part II

(Indian, inter, WM/IF, facial)

When I woke up, Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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.

"Payal. You're awake."  I turned and saw Dr. Wyeth 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.
Wyeth had me in his arms and was holding me against his big body.  He
squeezed my ass and kissed me.  Then Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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 eventually 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, and then about living in Australia, and 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. Wyeth and I shared a smile at that.  "No chance of that,
is there," he said.

After eating, Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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.
Wyeth responded immediately, moaning louder, and urging me on
verbally.  "Ooh yes, Payal. Yes.  Just like that.  Ohh, that's so
good."

Dr. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth reached out and began cleaning his semen off me,
then pushed his fingers against my lips.  I realized what he wanted
and opened my mouth wide, sucking on his cum-coated fingers.  Dr.
Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth rather frequently.  At
first, it was just for sex.  I'd go over there and Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth's little love-pet, which I guess I was.  One such man
was Dr. Janssen, 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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.
Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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.
Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth, 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth nodded approvingly.  "You had multiple orgasms in a series,
my dear Payal.  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. Wyeth.  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. Wyeth would show me.

End Part II.

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