Tales of Ama Sutra

The rain was pouring relentlessly on the streets of Bombay that day. But it formed a perfect cover for a car parked in a corner on a secluded street, its windows fogged by the body heat of the young lovers in the back seat. Subhash's hands were moving on Devyani's curves.

"Fuck! I have been thinking about your pussy all day!" Subhash said as he squeezed Devyani's ass.

"I know!" She said with a smirk before reaching down to his erection "I can feel it..." She started stroking it through his pants. She looked at him and kissed him passionately.

He broke the kiss and started kissing her neck and then shoulders, sucking and nibbling her sensitive skin. She arched back. His hands reached her back and unhooked her bra freeing her perfectly rounded breasts. He cupped them in his hands with thumbs brushing against her pointy nipples. She moaned softly. Subhash pushed her on her back on the seat, quickly pulled Devyani's pants down and spread her legs firmly. She smiled. She liked it when he took the lead. He buried his face into her wet pink pussy. She screamed with pleasure as his tongue touched the inner walls of her vagina and his lips flicked her clit.

"Oh god, yes, right there!" From her moans, it was evident that he had found the right spot.

"Oh fuck...yes yes..." Devyani cried out, her hands gripping his head. Subhash continued licking and eating Devyani's pussy. There were waves of orgasms for Devyani. Her face was flushed with pleasure and satisfaction as she arched back to enjoy the moment. A few moments passed in each other's embrace.

"Let me return the favour, darling" Devyani said with a sly smile. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard dick. She leaned down and took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his tool. He gathered her hair in one hand and gently guided her head. She sucked him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around the hard cock.

"Oh gosh, you are so good!" He said with a moan. She sucked hard, her fingers gripping the base of his dick and the other hand caressing his balls.

"Aahhh..." His moans got louder with her increasing blowing speed.

"Sluuurrrrpppp..." Her concentration and dedication in sucking his dick was phenomenal. He was now close. Very close. And suddenly she stopped and pulled back. She looked up at him with her brown beautiful eyes filled with lust and desire. Her lips were glistening with his precum.

"I want you inside me," She whispered with excitement. She straddled him, this time with her back to him. She gathered her hair and took it front from her left shoulder exposing her bare back. He was rock hard now. Her pussy hovering over his dick. He reached down and guided it inside her. She hissed as she sank onto him. Slowly the entire dick disappeared inside her. She moaned, her head falling back. He held her gorgeous long hair and pulled it gently, arching her body. He thrust upwards.

"Ahh," She moaned, her pussy clenching his cock. His hands cupped her breasts and then pinched her nipples softly as he continued thrusting his dock deep inside her.

"Oh my god Subhu..." She screamed. Her hips grinding against his crotch, she held the front seat of the car firmly for balance. The dick continued to come halfway out and then disappear again deep inside her wet pussy. Her juices were flowing on his cock. He thrust harder his balls slapping against her clit.

"Oh my god...yes... fuck me...fuck me hard," She screamed. This wasn't their first time. He knew what she liked, how her body would react to his nibbling and squeezing. He pressed his two fingers on her clit rubbing it passionately. His cock was hitting the inner walls of her gorgeous pink pussy and his hands were rubbing her clit. From her gasps and moans, it was quite evident that she was having multiple orgasms.

"I'm gonna cum," He whispered.

"Wait!"

"What?" He said with obvious irritation in his tone. His dick was still inside her ready to spray his cum.

"I want to taste you..." She said in a lusty tone. Her seductive movements were enough for him to remain hard. She bent forward to take the dick in her mouth again. This time it was drenched in her juices. Devyani smelled herself on that wet mighty dick and without a second thought took it all the way in. As her lips wrapped tightly around the dick she moved her head up and down. He was already on the edge so it didn't take long.

"Open your mouth, I want to see you swallow it," He ordered. Like an obedient girl, she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out with a lusty smile. He felt emptying his dick in her mouth. She closed her mouth swallowing every drop of his thick white cum.

"Fuck! That was amazing," Subhash said collapsing back in the seat.

"Yes, it was!" Devyani agreed, cuddling up against him. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat after an hour-long fuck session in the back seat of the car. It was still raining heavily.

Subhash Roy was the only son of Prof Dr Madan Roy, a distinguished writer, poet, literary critic and the head of the Literature department at Queen Victoria College. Following his father's footsteps Subhash finished his graduation in Indian literature. But unlike his father, he decided to explore beyond the topic of literature. He developed a deep interest in other forms of expression too, like sculptures and architecture. That led him to study Indology- the study of ancient India, as his postgraduate specialisation. After that he went to the University of Chicago's Oriental Institute, where he further delved into mythologies around the world, finishing his PhD thesis on the portrayal of eroticism in ancient civilisations. When he came back to India, getting a job at Bombay University was not a difficult task at all. But furthering his interests he established an Oriental Studies Circle in the university. The circle organised several talks and debates. That's where Subhash met Devyani for the first time. Devyani Apte, a sociology professor, was invited as a speaker in one of the programmes organised by the Circle. What started as a simple acquaintance soon deepened into a friendship that gradually blossomed into something much more profound. Though neither had expressed their feelings, everything changed after their field trip with the students. The Circle had organized this trip to a temple in Khidrapur in southern Maharashtra. The temple is an artistic masterpiece. After a day-long visit to the temple complex and several discussions about it, everyone returned feeling tired. The students went to their hostel dormitories and the staff to their hotel rooms. But Subhash was still engrossed in the temple experience. He wanted to share his observations and thoughts. So he texted Devyani to see whether she was interested. Of course, she was. She replied positively within seconds as if she was waiting for his message.

She entered his room, freshly showered, her long wet hair cascading over her shoulders. All day, she looked beautiful in a cotton saree, but now she had changed into a loose T-shirt and pajamas. She looked stunning, and Subhash felt his heart skip a beat. He began talking about the temple, its sculptures, and his observations but his words were faltering. He couldn't avoid losing his focus every time he noticed her neckline and the gorgeous curves of her body. The tension between them, long suppressed, finally broke. Their desires erupted and they embraced passionately. From that moment on, they seized every opportunity to be with each other, savouring every moment together. Sneaking out from the University, escaping the curious gazes of the students, they had managed to find places to make love. Today was no different when they found refuge in the backseat of the car.

"Let's get married," Subhash said breaking the silence.

"What? Are you sure?" Devyani asked with a tinge of hesitation.

"Yes! I've never been more sure about anything in my life," he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His tone was reassuring and his smile was confident.

"I love you!" She had uttered those words hundreds of times before this. But now, it carried a different, profound weight.

"I love you too!" Subhash responded pulling her closer.

"Ma, Baba," Subhash entered the house with a bright smile, "I want you to meet Devyani"

"Welcome, Beti!" Anandita embraced her future daughter-in-law with a warm smile. But Dr Madan stood frozen.

"You might recognise her, Dad," said Subhash, "She was one of your students"

Of course, Dr Madan remembered his gorgeous young student. And how could he forget those forbidden and passionate sexual encounters with Devyani in the dark corridors of the college? During her college days, Devyani, like most of the other female students, was under Dr Madan's charm.

"Ah... yes, yes... I remember," Dr Madan stammered as if he vaguely remembered her. But in fact, she was perfectly engraved in his memory. After all, Devyani was his favourite student from her batch. Her oral skills were impeccable and she had one of the most attractive figures in the college.

"The batch of 2016?" His question was an obvious facade.

"2015," Devyani corrected him with a smile masking the unseen tension between the two. Dr Madan was still in shock. He had never imagined that his sexual adventures in the college would reach his house like this. What if his son finds out about her past? Will he be able to forgive Dr Madan? And what about Anandita? What would she do if she found that her so-called perfect husband had been fucking every young pussy in his classroom?

"Baba, are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You look lost. Aren't you happy?" Subhash asked. He valued his father's approval a lot.

"Of course, I'm happy," Dr Madan said with a forced smile and turned to Devyani, "Welcome to the family, Beti"

As the wedding preparations began, Devyani became a regular visitor at the Roy residence. In just a few weeks, she and Anandita developed a strong bond. They talked endlessly about the wedding ceremonies, decorations, and shopping. But while the women became close, Dr Madan struggled with his memories of Devyani which refused to fade. It had been years since their sexual affair, but for Dr Madan, the memories were still fresh. She was as captivating as ever, perhaps even more so now. She had better curves, well-maintained gorgeous long hair, and a mature presence. He knew it was wrong and risky, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at her or from trying to be near her when she was around. But his attempts were not confident moves. He was hesitant, confused. He had no idea how would she react to his advances. Also, the thought of his wife and son discovering this terrified him.

Devyani's response to Dr Madan's subtle moves was a mystery. She neither encouraged nor rejected him, until their brief encounter in the kitchen. On that day, Devyani and her soon-to-be mother-in-law Anandita returned home after some shopping in the morning. Subhash was already out for work. Dr Madan was about to leave as he had planned an 'extra class' for one of his students at the college.

"How about having some tea with us before you go?" Anandita requested her husband.

"Oh no, I might get late..." Dr Madan said.

"Come on, Professor!" Devyani said with a sly smile, "Your students can wait for a few minutes."

"You should not break your daughter-in-law's heart," Anandita said in a teasing tone, "Now you'll have to have tea with us."

"A...Alright... alright. But make it quick," Dr Madan stammered hesitantly. He pulled out his mobile and called someone, probably to inform them that he was coming late. As he went out for the call, Anandita gathered her hair in a bun, tied the pallu of her saree and got up to make tea.

"Ma, I'll make it today," Devyani volunteered and went to the kitchen. Dr Madan, after finishing his call, wandered there, as if by accident. But once there, he hesitated, unsure of what to do next. His son was out for work and his wife was sitting in the living room. He was torn between an uncontrollable desire and the fear of crossing the line. His internal struggle was evident on his face and Devyani noticed it. She smiled as she poured tea in the cups. She picked up the tray of tea cups and started walking out of the kitchen. But suddenly she paused near Dr Madan, leaned a bit closer to him and whispered,

"Be patient... We'll get everything we want," Her tone was confident and assuring, "But let's wait for the right time"

She left the kitchen and Dr Madan stood there in disbelief. Was it a dream? He was thrilled. Devyani had not rejected him. On the contrary, she had hinted at the possibility of having something between them. Her words lingered in his mind as she walked out of the kitchen. Her figure looked stunning and her cascading long hair was touching her perfectly shaped ass. Dr Madan wanted to bend her right there, rip her clothes apart, and fuck her like never before. Obviously, he didn't do any of that. After the tea, he went straight for his 'extra' tutoring in the library. His young student, hardly 19 years old, was ready for him. He kissed her hard and then bent her over the table, the same table where fucked his wife Anandita for the first time. The same table where he had fucked his future daughter-in-law too. He pinned his student on the table and inserted his hard dick into her from behind. She moaned with pleasure. Though he was fucking his student, all he could think of was Devyani and her body.

"Ah... oh god, yes... yes Sir.. fuck me harder..." His student screamed with pleasure. With every thrust deep into his student's horny pink pussy, his resolve to fuck Devyani was getting stronger.

Wasn't Dr Madan afraid of getting caught? Of course, he was. But the fear of his illicit affairs with his students coming to light should have deterred him a long time ago. If fear alone could stop him, he would have never crossed the line with his students. For him the fear was not a deterrent, it was the intoxicant. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught always gave him a high. As he continued fucking his student from behind, Devyani's words replayed in his mind- "We'll get everything we want" The promise of a forbidden pleasure sent shivers down his spine- a mix of fear and excitement. His speed of fucking increased.

"Ah...yes..." the student continued moaning loudly. As usual, the librarian Mrs Sharma ignored it as she, too, was a beneficiary of Dr Madan's pussy-pleasing dick. Dr Madan continued drilling his nubile student. His thoughts were still engulfed by the words of Devyani. The danger itself involved in fucking Devyani made the temptation irresistible. The thumping sound of his thighs banging the student's ass was echoing in the empty library.

"Oh fuck!" Dr Madan's tone was full of fear as he realized that he sprayed his thick white cum inside the student's pussy, "Shit...shit...shit..."

"Don't worry, Sir," The student, who just had experienced multiple orgasms, tried to calm her professor, "It's okay"

"No...no. It's not okay," the restless professor replied. He could never forget that he had to marry his student hastily only because he got her pregnant. After that, Dr Madan resolved not to repeat his mistake. Since that day in 1993, Dr Madan had never released his cum in any pussy, including his wife's. He would always end things in the woman's mouth. But today, when he got lost thinking about Devyani, he just lost control.

"Fuck...this is bad." He was sweating, partly because of the fuck session but mostly because of the situation.

"Sir, I'm on the pills. You don't have anything to worry about," the student again tried to calm the professor.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir," Dr Madan was relieved somehow.

"Why are you on the pills when we never end inside?" He asked curiously as he got dressed.

"Because my boyfriend likes to release it inside," said the student in a casual tone.

"Your boyfriend??" Dr Madan was a little taken aback, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"Didn't I tell you?" Still, her tone was quite casual, "I must have forgotten. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Irrespective of who's my boyfriend or whom I get married in the future, I'll always be in awe of this amazing human being and his mighty dick," She leaned forward and kissed the professor. And with a sly smile, she rubbed her hands on his crotch before leaving. Her words comforted him, not only on the topic of releasing his cum inside her but also about girls getting attracted to him despite having boyfriends and husbands. This brought back the thoughts of Devyani. Dr Madan realised that despite getting married Devyani would be willing to fuck her favourite professor and now her father-in-law.

"Exciting times ahead!" he told himself.

Subhash and Devyani's wedding ceremony was nothing short of spectacular. Devyani came from an upper-middle-class Marathi family. Her father Ravindra Apte was an engineer who graduated from IIT Bombay and ran a consultancy firm. Her mother Supriya Apte was heading South East Asia region, in a leading multinational bank. They had built their world with academic excellence and hard work. Despite their success, the Aptes were very down-to-earth and private people. On the other hand, the Roys were a socially respected and well-connected family. The guest list at the wedding was a testament to the respect they wield. The list included writers, journalists, philosophers, economists, and senior academicians. Even the wife of the Chief Minister- Mrs Amruta Deshmukh was on the guest list. Long back she was Dr Madan's junior colleague in the Victoria College, while her husband was still struggling to make a mark in Politics. And of course, back then Dr Madan had fucked her wildly several times. They maintained their friendship even after she left the job when her husband became a state minister. Today she was the first lady of the state and was attending the wedding of her former lover's son. The evening cocktail party was graced by none other than Bollywood's celebrated lyricist Shahid Ilahabadi and his wife, the yesteryear's famous actress Zarina Khan. The wedding was a gathering of Bombay's elite, a symbol of the Roys' social influence.

Dr Madan, smoking his cigar, was moving through the crowd with practised ease, greeting each guest with a smile. At the same time, his eyes couldn't resist wandering to the bride. And why not, Devyani looked absolutely stunning in her red designer Lehenga. Her embroidered blouse was both elegant and sexy. Her long wavy hair styled to perfection complementing her attire. As any bride would want, she was the most attractive woman there.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen!" Dr Madan was snapped out of his dirty thoughts. The leader of the music band was holding the mic, "Now I urge the bride and the groom to come forward and dance!" The crowd cheered for the newlyweds Subhash and Devyani as they walked on the dance floor. On the band leader's signal, the bright light settings changed to dim romantic lights and the music complemented. Soon other couples joined the newlyweds, including Dr Madan and Anandita. The Bombay elites seemed to know the drill. They knew the dance steps and the smooth transitions of ballroom dance, changing partners at regular intervals. Devyani was not familiar with this. She struggled a bit and fumbled through the dance steps. She started to worry about looking like a fool at her own wedding party, until after a partner change, she found herself in the arms of Dr Madan. She felt relieved and smiled. Dr Madan smiled back.

"I know this is new for you," He whispered in her ears, "but don't worry. I'm here for you. Don't hold back, just go with the flow." His assuring words made her feel better. She couldn't help but wonder was her ex-professor talking about the dance or something else entirely. She looked deep into his eyes trying to find out what he really had in mind. He didn't say anything. But his smirk was alluring. There was a sparkle in her eyes and she smiled. Right before the next partner-change, she leaned forward and whispered,