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Most Joyous Sex Of Their Life
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Kamala Kaur, had migrated here to Montreal from a city in the heart of Indian Punjab and was taking her High School English and Psychology classes to be fluent with her spoken English and also to better comprehend Canadian Spoken English for better conversations and basic psychology to see the things in the modern light. She had gone to college, back in India but did not graduate and that is why, she was having trouble with English and Canadian social set up. Surely, the English was not the only trouble she was having since she came to this Institute in Montreal.
Prof. Rajma Katha, about 33; was also from India. Being a good student, she always sat in the front row in Sir Katha’s class. She was not only a good student but also very sex crazed and being so lucky to have met an Indian, so far away from home was like a dream come true for her. While she took notes with one hand, her other hand always massaged her clitoris in the short skirt she wore and raised it up without a regard, if she was showing the scene to Sir Katha, who stood up on the podium in front of her. She never had such feelings for any of her professors before but Prof R k, turned her on very much. It is also a fact that the most of her teachers so far were females. In the beginning her feelings scared her but then realizing that whenever her eyes met prof Katha, he did shower her with a big smile; all her fears were evaporated.
Professor RK was from Kerala, a bit darker in color and she had always preferred the darker males with darker eyes in a suit and tie, which in her thoughts made them look sexier. In Psychology class, Prof Katha was teaching about Sig Freud’s many theories on sex. Everything from Sexual suppression to high sex drive, the concept of libido and the truth about sex in human lives. All of this lead to the thinking with an open mind. By now her flimsy skirt was hiked up already and sat around her hips. Her fingers had pushed the black laced thong to a side and her left hand furiously fingered herself. She was biting her lips to keep from screaming under the rushing orgasm in her. Soon she was catching her breath as the elation subsided. Now, Professor’s assistant was handing out the group project sheets for the week and the questions about last week’s activities. The class broke into the groups and Karma Kaur’s group had not even answered the first question yet, when she felt her both shoulders being massaged and Sir Katha’s deep voice from above her. He was asking her to see him in his office after the class for some important discussion and then he walked away. One of her group mate nudged and smiled with a warning that she might be in trouble but Kamala only smiled back telling her that she was a cynic. Deep down, she could hardly wait for the class to be over because everything was kind of slowed down considerably. She had a feeling of knowing, what he wanted and definitely not being in any trouble or failing a test or so.
Finally, the class ended and Kamala took her sweet time to pack her things up. She was not showing any extra eagerness to beat Sir Katha to reach his office, instead she stopped at the Lady’s room to fix her hair and the make-up. While there, she fixed her dress properly adjusting the thigh high nylons. After climbing the 2 flights of stairs, she reached the desired floor to the professor’s office. Before knocking on the door, she took a few deep breaths and heard the voice, asking her to come in. She slowly opened the door.
Sir Katha had removed his suit jacket and was seated behind his desk, busy writing something on the paper in front of him.
“O’ miss Kamala, I am glad to see you. Please close the door behind you and be seated”. He was showing a big smile as he stood up from behind his desk and looked at Kamala, still standing frozen near the door. “Relax miss Kamala and take a seat. Do not worry, there is nothing wrong you had done nor failed any test”. Prof walked to the door behind her and she heard it being bolted from inside. Then he came to sit on the front edge of his desk as she sat in front of him in a chair. Well miss, I have noticed this many a times; something is so amazingly orgasmic to you in our Psychology class or maybe it is something else. What do you have to say”?
Feeling busted, Kamala did not know what to say and she remained silent, looking at the floor. After a long pause, Prof cupped her face in his hands and tilted it upwards to him. He told her that she was a bright and intelligent woman and he did not think that the lectures were any intellectually stimulating to turn her on. She was unable to hide her inner feelings, as she whispered to him feeling no dithering, “It is you that turns me on so much and I want you badly”. Her blushed up face was giving it all away.
“It is just for you to know”. He also whispered back, “I have never had such feelings about any of my students before. You are something too special”. With that said, he kissed her. The kiss was so tender, his lips were so soft and felt mature. He was so adult than any man Kamala had ever been with in her life. It was a pure ecstasy and nothing hasty and unskilled or unduly bold of youthfulness. He was treating her the way she had deserved. Keeping their lips gelling together, they stood up close to each other and he undid his tie, making it fall to the floor. Prof began to unbutton her black silk shirt, while she unbuttoned his dress shirt. With his shirt fallen to the floor, she massaged his back and the neck, while his hands caressed her velvety shoulders, belly and the breasts still hidden in the black lacy brassier. Slowly, now she unbuckled his belt and began to unbutton and unzip his pants, making them fall to his ankles. He made sure that their lips remained locked as he stepped out of his pants and also slid his shoes and socks off. Now he stood only in a red silk boxer.
Prof was tracing his thick fingers down her spine until he found the zipper of her skirt. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he unzipped it to slide down her legs, exposing her matching black lace thong. Now they both stood there in the under garments, kissing holding each other. Then he broke the kiss and his lips started caressing her neck and shoulders. As he explored her smooth satiny skin, his fingers unhooked her brassier and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Professor’s hands and lips came to the pink nipples directly, that stood hard on top of her beautiful young breasts and kept teasing and pleasing her until her fluids were dripping down her legs and she started moaning until he placed his hand over his mouth but soon replacing it with his mouth.
“My dear Kamala”. He muttered softly.
“Yes Prof Katha”. She was also very soft in her answering him.
“please call me Rajma”. He kissed her lips and asked if she wanted him to fuck her?
“of course, I want you to”. She giggled silently, appreciating his noble concept of asking first and making it consensual. She was right to think of him as such a gentleman. With the consent granted, Rajma lifted miss Kamala onto his desk and took her thong off. Sitting on the desk, her crotch was in a perfect alignment with his. He rapidly took his boxers off and arched down to give a very gentle kiss and began licking her sweet pussy lips with his long drawn out wet and warm tongue. She was not a naïve but this time it was pretty special. Sir was licking her labia like a wild creature and she was also being his bitch, moving her hips in circles and rubbing her pussy all over his face as he kept lapping her cunt inside out with a passion known to him alone. His expert tongue and lips were brushing her clitoris again and again and she knew, she could not hold her exceeding orgasm for a very long but prof Rajma did never enjoy any one partner to cum alone and he was kind of an expert to make sure his pussy partner did not cum more than a maximum of one minute before or after his lava erupted from his balls and blasted through his cock hole. He was licking her labia with a fervor but also being very vigilant to watch her breathing changes and listen to her soft moans for their depths; indicating him for her orgasmic closeness. He was also using his large hand to pat and calm her with constantly making circles on her wide spread, shaved pubic acreage. After satisfying his need and her joy of sucking and licking her pussy lips and the swollen clitoris for good 5 minutes at least and making her resist to let the orgasm wash over her, he finally ended the oral play but not before letting her slick his cock shaft with the saliva painted all over it with her tongue.
Now once again taking her consent with the smiling eyes, he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and spread them apart to make her young labia lips to separate, as if her pussy was smiling to welcome him inside her. Finally, making sure and spreading the saliva evenly on his thicker, longer shaft; he spat a little on her cunt entrance and gently, very gently and slowly entered her. There was no rush, rather it was very sensual and made the world to wait for two of them to take their sweet time. She gasped and bit her lips; it was that good. She wanted him to be inside of her for the rest of her life. The soft entry inside her was only a start and he eventually, picked up the speed, rhythm, pace and the force of motion but keeping in mind that it was not deemed to be a vulgar hard core fucking like in the good for nothing sexy videos. He was the maestro of perfect lovemaking instead knowing very well, the value of fast and rapid thrusts for a little while and then quickly resorting to long, full cock, slow strokes for blissful feeling in the pussy and cock both as they hugged and spread around for the lovely sensations created in their duo.
His slow grind brought her so very close to the cliff but it was not a very trying task for both of them to edge and hold back the ejaculation. They fucked for at least half an hour until he knew that it was enough for her to endure no more. This time when his slow grind changed to real brutal fucking, he did not stop and kept bashing her cunt bringing her closer and closer to the orgasmic high edge. She gripped his desk with both hands sensing her eruption any second. His deep growl was the signal and before she could even think, he shot his load inside her, showering her cervix. The warm feeling dumped in her brought her to her climax next moment and her cunt began flexing to grope his thick pussy wrecker. Now it was her turn to gasp while the ever strongest orgasm of her life rocked her body. They both laid there on the desk completely spent in just one fucking attempt.
Finally, she caught her breath to exclaim that it was the best ever sex of her life and thanked him while he also complemented her for being the best sex partner, making him enjoy the best and joyous sex. Soon he got up and helped her to her feet and they helped each other to dress back quietly. Both of them basking in the afterglow of the truly fantastic sex. She wanted more of it, much more of it as a matter of fact but was at a loss of proper words to say for this.
Just as she unbolted the door and turn the handle to walk out, the Professor was heard from behind her, “Would it be OK if I could pick you up and we could go out for some drinks and dinner, coming Saturday evening”.
“Just for the drinks and dinner only”. She looked back and chuckled.
“No, my dear, you will be spending the night with me and with your consent, we could enjoy a lot for the whole night”. Sir Katha was a true gentleman, he proved to her although he lived alone. They exchanged the phone numbers before she walked out thinking if it was a Wednesday already or still a Tuesday.
The end. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan December 30, 2019.
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Kamala Kaur, had migrated here to Montreal from a city in the heart of Indian Punjab and was taking her High School English and Psychology classes to be fluent with her spoken English and also to better comprehend Canadian Spoken English for better conversations and basic psychology to see the things in the modern light. She had gone to college, back in India but did not graduate and that is why, she was having trouble with English and Canadian social set up. Surely, the English was not the only trouble she was having since she came to this Institute in Montreal.
Prof. Rajma Katha, about 33; was also from India. Being a good student, she always sat in the front row in Sir Katha’s class. She was not only a good student but also very sex crazed and being so lucky to have met an Indian, so far away from home was like a dream come true for her. While she took notes with one hand, her other hand always massaged her clitoris in the short skirt she wore and raised it up without a regard, if she was showing the scene to Sir Katha, who stood up on the podium in front of her. She never had such feelings for any of her professors before but Prof R k, turned her on very much. It is also a fact that the most of her teachers so far were females. In the beginning her feelings scared her but then realizing that whenever her eyes met prof Katha, he did shower her with a big smile; all her fears were evaporated.
Professor RK was from Kerala, a bit darker in color and she had always preferred the darker males with darker eyes in a suit and tie, which in her thoughts made them look sexier. In Psychology class, Prof Katha was teaching about Sig Freud’s many theories on sex. Everything from Sexual suppression to high sex drive, the concept of libido and the truth about sex in human lives. All of this lead to the thinking with an open mind. By now her flimsy skirt was hiked up already and sat around her hips. Her fingers had pushed the black laced thong to a side and her left hand furiously fingered herself. She was biting her lips to keep from screaming under the rushing orgasm in her. Soon she was catching her breath as the elation subsided. Now, Professor’s assistant was handing out the group project sheets for the week and the questions about last week’s activities. The class broke into the groups and Karma Kaur’s group had not even answered the first question yet, when she felt her both shoulders being massaged and Sir Katha’s deep voice from above her. He was asking her to see him in his office after the class for some important discussion and then he walked away. One of her group mate nudged and smiled with a warning that she might be in trouble but Kamala only smiled back telling her that she was a cynic. Deep down, she could hardly wait for the class to be over because everything was kind of slowed down considerably. She had a feeling of knowing, what he wanted and definitely not being in any trouble or failing a test or so.
Finally, the class ended and Kamala took her sweet time to pack her things up. She was not showing any extra eagerness to beat Sir Katha to reach his office, instead she stopped at the Lady’s room to fix her hair and the make-up. While there, she fixed her dress properly adjusting the thigh high nylons. After climbing the 2 flights of stairs, she reached the desired floor to the professor’s office. Before knocking on the door, she took a few deep breaths and heard the voice, asking her to come in. She slowly opened the door.
Sir Katha had removed his suit jacket and was seated behind his desk, busy writing something on the paper in front of him.
“O’ miss Kamala, I am glad to see you. Please close the door behind you and be seated”. He was showing a big smile as he stood up from behind his desk and looked at Kamala, still standing frozen near the door. “Relax miss Kamala and take a seat. Do not worry, there is nothing wrong you had done nor failed any test”. Prof walked to the door behind her and she heard it being bolted from inside. Then he came to sit on the front edge of his desk as she sat in front of him in a chair. Well miss, I have noticed this many a times; something is so amazingly orgasmic to you in our Psychology class or maybe it is something else. What do you have to say”?
Feeling busted, Kamala did not know what to say and she remained silent, looking at the floor. After a long pause, Prof cupped her face in his hands and tilted it upwards to him. He told her that she was a bright and intelligent woman and he did not think that the lectures were any intellectually stimulating to turn her on. She was unable to hide her inner feelings, as she whispered to him feeling no dithering, “It is you that turns me on so much and I want you badly”. Her blushed up face was giving it all away.
“It is just for you to know”. He also whispered back, “I have never had such feelings about any of my students before. You are something too special”. With that said, he kissed her. The kiss was so tender, his lips were so soft and felt mature. He was so adult than any man Kamala had ever been with in her life. It was a pure ecstasy and nothing hasty and unskilled or unduly bold of youthfulness. He was treating her the way she had deserved. Keeping their lips gelling together, they stood up close to each other and he undid his tie, making it fall to the floor. Prof began to unbutton her black silk shirt, while she unbuttoned his dress shirt. With his shirt fallen to the floor, she massaged his back and the neck, while his hands caressed her velvety shoulders, belly and the breasts still hidden in the black lacy brassier. Slowly, now she unbuckled his belt and began to unbutton and unzip his pants, making them fall to his ankles. He made sure that their lips remained locked as he stepped out of his pants and also slid his shoes and socks off. Now he stood only in a red silk boxer.
Prof was tracing his thick fingers down her spine until he found the zipper of her skirt. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he unzipped it to slide down her legs, exposing her matching black lace thong. Now they both stood there in the under garments, kissing holding each other. Then he broke the kiss and his lips started caressing her neck and shoulders. As he explored her smooth satiny skin, his fingers unhooked her brassier and she shrugged it off her shoulders. Professor’s hands and lips came to the pink nipples directly, that stood hard on top of her beautiful young breasts and kept teasing and pleasing her until her fluids were dripping down her legs and she started moaning until he placed his hand over his mouth but soon replacing it with his mouth.
“My dear Kamala”. He muttered softly.
“Yes Prof Katha”. She was also very soft in her answering him.
“please call me Rajma”. He kissed her lips and asked if she wanted him to fuck her?
“of course, I want you to”. She giggled silently, appreciating his noble concept of asking first and making it consensual. She was right to think of him as such a gentleman. With the consent granted, Rajma lifted miss Kamala onto his desk and took her thong off. Sitting on the desk, her crotch was in a perfect alignment with his. He rapidly took his boxers off and arched down to give a very gentle kiss and began licking her sweet pussy lips with his long drawn out wet and warm tongue. She was not a naïve but this time it was pretty special. Sir was licking her labia like a wild creature and she was also being his bitch, moving her hips in circles and rubbing her pussy all over his face as he kept lapping her cunt inside out with a passion known to him alone. His expert tongue and lips were brushing her clitoris again and again and she knew, she could not hold her exceeding orgasm for a very long but prof Rajma did never enjoy any one partner to cum alone and he was kind of an expert to make sure his pussy partner did not cum more than a maximum of one minute before or after his lava erupted from his balls and blasted through his cock hole. He was licking her labia with a fervor but also being very vigilant to watch her breathing changes and listen to her soft moans for their depths; indicating him for her orgasmic closeness. He was also using his large hand to pat and calm her with constantly making circles on her wide spread, shaved pubic acreage. After satisfying his need and her joy of sucking and licking her pussy lips and the swollen clitoris for good 5 minutes at least and making her resist to let the orgasm wash over her, he finally ended the oral play but not before letting her slick his cock shaft with the saliva painted all over it with her tongue.
Now once again taking her consent with the smiling eyes, he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and spread them apart to make her young labia lips to separate, as if her pussy was smiling to welcome him inside her. Finally, making sure and spreading the saliva evenly on his thicker, longer shaft; he spat a little on her cunt entrance and gently, very gently and slowly entered her. There was no rush, rather it was very sensual and made the world to wait for two of them to take their sweet time. She gasped and bit her lips; it was that good. She wanted him to be inside of her for the rest of her life. The soft entry inside her was only a start and he eventually, picked up the speed, rhythm, pace and the force of motion but keeping in mind that it was not deemed to be a vulgar hard core fucking like in the good for nothing sexy videos. He was the maestro of perfect lovemaking instead knowing very well, the value of fast and rapid thrusts for a little while and then quickly resorting to long, full cock, slow strokes for blissful feeling in the pussy and cock both as they hugged and spread around for the lovely sensations created in their duo.
His slow grind brought her so very close to the cliff but it was not a very trying task for both of them to edge and hold back the ejaculation. They fucked for at least half an hour until he knew that it was enough for her to endure no more. This time when his slow grind changed to real brutal fucking, he did not stop and kept bashing her cunt bringing her closer and closer to the orgasmic high edge. She gripped his desk with both hands sensing her eruption any second. His deep growl was the signal and before she could even think, he shot his load inside her, showering her cervix. The warm feeling dumped in her brought her to her climax next moment and her cunt began flexing to grope his thick pussy wrecker. Now it was her turn to gasp while the ever strongest orgasm of her life rocked her body. They both laid there on the desk completely spent in just one fucking attempt.
Finally, she caught her breath to exclaim that it was the best ever sex of her life and thanked him while he also complemented her for being the best sex partner, making him enjoy the best and joyous sex. Soon he got up and helped her to her feet and they helped each other to dress back quietly. Both of them basking in the afterglow of the truly fantastic sex. She wanted more of it, much more of it as a matter of fact but was at a loss of proper words to say for this.
Just as she unbolted the door and turn the handle to walk out, the Professor was heard from behind her, “Would it be OK if I could pick you up and we could go out for some drinks and dinner, coming Saturday evening”.
“Just for the drinks and dinner only”. She looked back and chuckled.
“No, my dear, you will be spending the night with me and with your consent, we could enjoy a lot for the whole night”. Sir Katha was a true gentleman, he proved to her although he lived alone. They exchanged the phone numbers before she walked out thinking if it was a Wednesday already or still a Tuesday.
The end. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan December 30, 2019.
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