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Subject: {ASSM} Indian (WMM/IF, inter, facial, analingus, feet) - Roshan Raj Files
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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

American Education - Part III

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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth, 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth
during the day was all study and work.

I am exaggerating a bit.  Our time during the day was usually spent
working.  Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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.Wyeth had coached me in how to relax enough to
swallow it all down and keep most of his cock in me without gagging.

Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth was often coming
up with suggestions, which we often went through with.  After having
sex in the woods, Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth also had guests come over often.  During these times I was
required to dress my best, and Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth's guest showed up - and I froze.  Dr. Janssen.  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. Wyeth.  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. Janssen and Dr. Wyeth 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, "Payal
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, Payal,"
Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth said, and we went to the dinner
table.  The men conversed during dinner.  I ate, steadfastly ignoring
Dr. Janssen.  They discussed history and literature and politics,
often concerning India.  Dr. Wyeth would ask my opinion or my
experiences on such matters, but Dr. Janssen 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. Wyeth
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. Wyeth, close but not touching,
and Dr. Janssen sat opposite us in an easy chair.  The conversation
continued, turning to more personal matters.  Apparently Dr. Janssen
had become estranged from his long time companion - though she wasn't
his wife, apparently.

"So, have you met Jacob's new girlfriend," Dr. Janssen asked Dr.
Wyeth.

"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. Janssen 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. Janssen had met her in
India and, it seemed, quite a few women over there.  Dr. Wyeth made a
joke about Dr. Janssen's thirst for Indian women, and Dr. Janssen
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. Wyeth 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.
Wyeth.

Dr. Janssen 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. Wyeth'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. Wyeth'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. Janssen'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. Wyeth informed Dr. Janssen.  "Even
though she is still somewhat of a beginner."

Dr. Janssen'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. Janssen left to go get more wine, and Dr. Wyeth 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. Janssen had been sitting, I realized.  As Dr. Wyeth let
his fingers dance across my fast-wettening crotch, I decided I didn't
mind Dr. Janssen having that view.

When he came back, Dr. Janssen filled up our wine glasses, and the men
continued talking about Indian women.  Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Wyeth.

"Of course, of course.  And she's a fast learner."  I had already
drank half of the wine Dr. Janssen had poured, and now was feeling
very buzzed.  I was extremely relaxed right now, and when Dr. Wyeth
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. Janssen watched.  The men continued talking
about me as I was fingered.  Dr. Wyeth told Dr. Janssen 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. Wyeth's fingers sliding into my cunt, I started to
breathe hard.  It felt wonderful.

Dr. Wyeth 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. Janssen being there, it felt too good for me to
make Dr. Wyeth stop.  I felt my blouse being unbuttoned, and then my
left breast was being pulled out.  Dr. Wyeth rubbed the nipple, then
started pinching 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. Wyeth was smiling,
and he sat me up.  I was filled with a feeling of sexuality, and
looked at him wantonly.

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

I turned and looked over at Dr. Janssen.  He was looking at me now,
into my eyes.  I could see his desire for me.  Dr. Janssen 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, Payal," Dr.
Wyeth 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. Janssen
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. Janssen 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. Wyeth'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. Janssen 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. Janssen 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.
Wyeth 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. Wyeth held
me up.

Slowly Dr. Wyeth set me down onto the floor, onto my hands and knees. 
I was just in front of Dr. Janssen's big feet.  "Lick my feet," I
heard the command from above.  I looked up at Dr. Janssen.  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.
Janssen'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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth
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. Janssen's other foot, he decided we were
all to switch positions.  First, he and Dr. Wyeth went and sat on the
couch beside each other.  It was only after I got up that I realized
Dr. Wyeth had removed his clothes while I had been blowing Dr.
Janssen.  Now two older, naked white men sat on the couch before me. 
Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen'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. Janssen 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. Wyeth 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. Janssen's
hand joined Dr. Wyeth'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. Janssen said he wanted to titty-fuck me.  They laid me on my back
on the couch, and Dr. Wyeth disappeared from the room.  I wondered
why, but before I could think on it, Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen
seemed to like it, and so that made me like it.  This went on for just
a few moments before Dr. Wyeth returned with a bottle of K-Y Jelly. 
Dr. Janssen stepped aside as Dr. Wyeth rubbed the liquid onto my tits.
 Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Janssen said, "Look at her, Mark," with awe in
his voice.

"Yes.  She looks lovely."

"Lick my cum off yourself," Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Wyeth was standing nearby, stroking his cock, watching.  Dr.
Janssen 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.
Janssen suggested, and I agreed.

Leaning back against the back of the sofa, I spread my legs wide and
Dr. Wyeth 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth pumped
hard and fast.  I put my legs up in the air, and he held onto my
thighs as he fucked me.  Dr. Janssen 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. Wyeth 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. Wyeth.  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. Janssen
sitting just inches away at the end of the couch, watching us.

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

Dr. Janssen 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. Wyeth.

"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. Janssen 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. Wyeth pulled the almost empty wine glass out of my hand as Dr.
Janssen 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. Wyeth'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. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Janssen 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. Wyeth behind
me, his hands on the sides of my head, directing my face towards Dr.
Janssen'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. Wyeth was pulling Dr. Janssen's ass wide, and now
I could see it, Dr. Janssen's tight, pink asshole.  It was puckered
like it wanted a kiss, and I fell in love.  I kissed it, and Dr.
Janssen 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. Janssen turned around.

He pulled me to the floor, and I quickly spread my legs wide, and then
Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen 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.
Janssen 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. Janssen 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.
Janssen 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. Janssen'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. Janssen's triceps
as I came.

And then before my orgasm could end, Dr. Janssen 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. Janssen'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. Janssen 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. Janssen slipped out of me
and rolled over next to me.  We lay beside each other on the floor,
both of us panting hard.  Dr. Wyeth sat in a chair and watched,
apparently having masturbated while watching us.  I sat up, and then
on shaking legs I stood.  Dr. Janssen 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.

End Part III

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