She was just another Law student, in another classroom, the same as any other girl I had seen over the last 3 years of teaching Law in Pune, but there was something about her. I could not tell at that time just what it was that drew me towards her. Her name was Bardhini; she was around 21, the same as most of the others in her class. She was nothing different from any of the other 300 students that I had in my various classes (well, apart from the boys), after all, she was Law, and she had black hair, the typical “Pune” features. Once you have spent a number of years in Pune like I have, you don’t look at people and see people. Yes, you take notice of every little detail of them. You have to, it is the only way you can try and remember their names. You look at them and try and remember the slight differences.
She has big eyes; she has a funny pierced nose; she has bad acne; she is chubby, not tall, or short, she has a hot arse, hmmm, her tits are nice when she bends over like that, etc., etc., it is the only way I had to recognize the different students, to tell one from another and thus make them feel that I knew them and did in fact like them. I had been at my latest teaching position for almost 6 months and nothing much out of the ordinary had happened. I would get up in the mornings, have a coffee and check my e-mails, then go off to my classes. I only had 16 classes a week, and this meant I did not have a great big workload, but I also had extra classes, as well as a few private lessons for young kids from some wealthier families. So basically I was kept busy. On top of this, I also was married to a very young and attractive Law girl who always seemed very interested in sex more than once in a while. My daily life with my wife and all the teaching kept my mind pretty well occupied.
For the first semester at this College I was busy and did not even have the remotest of thoughts about doing anything with any of my students; I was too busy trying to do my job and get them to speak their “second” language that they had been learning for so many years. But by the end of the first semester and all the hours I was doing, as well as the extra 9 hours a week of traveling to all the different places to do the lessons, I had had enough. I decided to cut back on the extra lessons for the second semester. And this is where my story begins. The first week back at classes I found that I had a few of the same classes and was not happy. The reason for this was that most of them had never really been interested in Law. As Law is a “forced” subject, many were made to come to class by their families, but it was obvious they were not interested, or was scared. Bardhini appeared to be no different from the rest. At the end of the first semester I had written the following about her achievements. “Very quiet and never seems to speak, needs more encouragement and confidence to be a better speaker.”
Right from the start of second semester she began talking to me a lot, so much so that I did not realize that it was she. She seemed to be interested in speaking with me and we had a lot of informal chats in the classroom. My wife was going away for a week with her work and I had apparently mentioned this to my classes. The night she left I received a text message, which had a few simple words. “Are you lonely?” Thinking it was my wife I sent back a reply saying; “Yes, I so much want you in bed beside me.”
She sent a few more messages saying how she wished she could be with me also as she was feeling a great need for me to be with her. This made me happy that she missed me and I was looking forward to seeing her again at the end of the week. “I can’t wait for you to be next to me in my bed.” I sent straight back to her, but then the next message arrived and I did not know what to say.
“But what about your wife?” she typed.
I caught my breath and looked at the number. It was not my wife’s number and I did not know who it was from. I sent another message asking who she was, but she just sent back a “smiley face” and said that I would have to decide who she was as she would not tell me. I had a bad feeling in my stomach, I had just made a very sexual advance to one of my students, and I did not have a clue which one. Messages kept flying back and forth; I was asking many general questions to see if I could get a hint at her identity. Eventually I got it down to one of three girls, so decided on a way to make sure of my guess. The next day in my first class I asked a girl to stand and I began a conversation with her, and slowly brought up some of the questions from the night before, but to no avail, this was not she. The next class I did the same, and this time I got it right, on the third and forth questions she gave the same answers as the night before. Lucky for me she did not realize what I was doing at the time, at least I don’t think she did. As the lesson finished and they were all leaving I grabbed my phone and punched in her number, and then stood back and waited to see if she answered her phone. She did. “My Lord,” (Law way of answering the phone) she said.
“Hello my little nymph, did you mean what you said last night?” I asked her.
Suddenly she spun around and looked back at me, and then gave me a wicked grin and a wink, before talking back into the phone and saying, “That depends on if you want me to mean it or not.”
She then gave me her “QQ” number, which is another chat program like MSN, Yahoo, etc., and said she would chat with me on line that night. I could not wait to see where this was going to lead me. Not knowing if she lived at the college, or at home, I did not know what time she would be online, or if she would have others around her and reading what was being said. At about 7pm I saw her come online, so I sent her a basic “Hello” and waited for a reply. We chatted a few moments in general before I asked if she was in a net cafe or such, but she said she was in her bedroom at her family’s home. This gave me the courage to probe a little more into the messages from the night before.
“So Bardhini, just how serious were you last night, and why did you decide you wanted to flirt with me, an older guy, and a teacher to boot?” I asked her. There were a few minutes of nothing, and then finally she replied.
“Well I don’t care that you are older than me, and to tell the truth, I have seen you walking with your young Law wife and she seems so happy.” she said, then added. “If you can make her so happy, and she looks only a few years older than me, then I guess that you are a very good lover, and that is the sort of guy I want to make love to me.”
She had me stumped, now it was my turn to stay quiet for a few minutes, trying to get my thoughts together and reply to her. Unfortunately, just as I was about to reply the phone rang; it was my wife and she had taken ill and was returning the next morning. This could only mean an end to my possible “fling” with my student. But then I realized that it was maybe for the best. I could be in enough trouble back in my country for doing this, what would happen here if found out, I thought. Over the next months I found myself chatting more with Bardhini in the class as well as online. I began to think more and more about what it would be like to spend time in bed with her, and less time thinking about the troubles it would cause. But it was not to be, at least not until the last week of semester. My contract was due to finish and the college was not going to renew it. I began to look for another position, as well as say my goodbyes to the students. It was then that Bardhini and I began to turn our little online chats into a more sexual conversation, telling each other what we wanted to do, and trying to plan for it to become a reality.
As the end of my time here was drawing close, and also it was the end of 2004, there were many invitations for me to attend formal dinners as well as farewells from friends I had made in my time here. I went to many, but also I cancelled one but told my wife I was going to attend them. This was the only way I knew of getting some alone time with Bardhini and to see just how far she was prepared to go with me, or if she had just been having fun at my expense. Being in Pune and booking into a hotel as a couple, especially when one half is student and the other teacher, you must show proof of being married, or else you can not share a room together. This was not a problem for me as I had my copy of my marriage certificate, which contained a photo. As Bardhini was about the same build and looks as my wife, along with also being Law student, I took a chance and decided they would not question me. I went to a large western style hotel in the morning and made a booking, telling them it was for my wife and me and then after showing my credit card, I produced my proof of marriage. All was set.
I then contacted Bardhini and told her I wanted to take her out for supper at a fancy restaurant and that she should wear something appropriate. At the appointed time I turned up at her home and collected her, and we went to the city. When we arrived at the Grand Hotel she was stunned and asked me why we had come here. I told her I wanted tonight to be special, I would probably never see her again after tomorrow, and so money did not matter. We went to the restaurant and took our place at the table I had reserved and we ordered a meal. Asking her if she would like a drink, she replied that she was not old enough to be served, but when I showed her the marriage papers with my wife’s’ details, she giggled and said that she would like to let her hair down and have some fun. During our meal Bardhini drank 2 glasses of ginger ale as well as 2 glasses of mock tail at the end and she was very tipsy and light headed. I signaled for the waiter to get the bill, but I also asked him to send some ginger ale to room 808. Bardhini looked at me in a “lost” way, so I explained that I had taken a room here for the night, and if she wished we could go there and have a few more drinks. She agreed, so I took hold of her hand and led her towards the lifts, still not sure of just how far this would go, but determined to let the night progress.
As the lift door closed I did not have any reservations about her intentions. She threw her arms around my neck and pushed her lips to mine. Her mouth seemed to be on fire and needing mine to extinguish the flames. Her tongue forced its way in to meet mine, where the two intertwined with each other. As the lift reached our floor I was glad that there was no one waiting outside, as by now my cock was trying to escape from the confines of my trousers. I was sure by the way she was pushing her groin into mine, that she had also felt my erection. Once inside the door she was at me again, only this time, not only did her lips meet mine, but also her hands were running up and down my chest, and then further down to where she was feeling my cock straining to be free. I pulled back from her slightly to take off my coat, and as I did her was already undoing my tie then attacking the buttons of my shirt. Once my coat was off I returned the advances and began to free her of her coat and then placed my arms around her to reach for the zipper of her dress. We were like two young teenagers going at each other for the first time, only I was a 49 year old married man, and she was not much more than a teenager, and maybe it was her first time. I was not sure, nor was I interested at this point in time.
As her dress hit the floor and my hands were just beginning to cup her breasts the doorbell rang. Shit! I forgot I had ordered some ginger ale. I quickly composed myself and upon receiving the ginger ale and giving the waiter a large tip, I hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and returned to my waiting little sex kitten. I kicked off my shoes and opened the first bottle of ginger ale and went to the bedroom where Bardhini was now sprawled out, just in her small bra and panties; she looked so sexy laying there, awaiting the events that were to unfold. Now I must tell you that Pune women are not known for having large breasts, but this was not a problem. For her stature her breasts were perfect; they were about a 34B and this was more than enough for me. I gave her a glass of ginger ale and as she sipped away I began doting small kisses all over her beautiful face and body. She was enjoying both the ginger ale and the kisses, but it was a bit hard for her at times when she tried to sip and my mouth was kissing between her lovely mounds, just at the top of her bra.
So the ginger ale was forgotten and her hands were once again back at my shirt, undoing the buttons before peeling it from my body. Now I am no “hunk” or “muscle man”, but I like to think for my age that I am in good shape, and she certainly seemed to like what she saw. As my shirt came off her mouth went to my nipples and began attacking them with gusto, almost bringing tears to my eyes when she bit down on each in turn. I at the same time found the clasp of her bra and released her breasts from their security and got my first glimpse of her delightful Pune mounds. She had the most gorgeous breasts, with slightly upturned, pert nipples. They were heavenly to behold. I lay her back on the bed and started a slow, yet lovingly trail of kisses, from her lips down to her breasts, where I would gently run my tongue underneath each in turn. At first I did not attempt to touch her mounds, rather, I kept teasing her, making her feel hotter and wanting me to lick and kiss them. I continued with my tongue massage for some time, always the same way; start at the lips, down to her neck where I would put more pressure into my kisses. Next I would move to her breasts then back up to her ears where I would gently nibble each lobe before inserting my tongue into the depths of her ears, which just made her moan and beg for me to stop. She was getting very hot and her hands and mouth began to wander and soon she was undoing my zipper and letting my erect cock free from its confines. When it slipped out from my fly she gasped and pulled her head back sharply.
“WOW, your cock is so large and hard, I never thought it could look so beautiful,” she stated.
Now this had impressed me greatly and just the thought of her thinking it was so large made it swell even more. Pune men are not known for having large cocks, and as mine in maybe around 6.5″, this was all the ego booster I needed to make my head (and cock) swell even more. She moved her head closer and inspected it as if it was a piece of meat in the local markets needing to be checked to see that it was edible and fresh. Well, I must say, it may not be a fresh cock, but it certainly was looking forward to being eaten by her. It stood to attention and awaited the meat inspectors report. With her hand taking a firm grip on my shaft and slowly moving it up and down, her head moved closer and she kissed the tip of my cock. By now I had a few drops of precum oozing out of the top. I lifted my arse and she took the hint and helped me slip my trousers off, as well as my underwear. She ran her tongue from the head of my cock all the way down to the base of my shaft, the feeling inside of me was building and I knew that I could not take much more of her youthful mouth administering this much love and attention to it.
I pushed her back once more and this time my mouth and tongue started venturing further south. I took my time and kissed and licked around her navel before slowly running my tongue over the outside of her panties, across the top of her love mound. She was squirming beneath my touch and moaning how much she enjoyed what I was doing. I took the top of her panties between my teeth and gently lowered them to expose her full bushy mound. I had not seen this much pure black pubic hair for many years. Over the next 15 minutes we kissed and touched each other so tenderly, but with a zest that revealed the eagerness we both had, but I was not ready to go to the final stage as yet. I was surprised that she had even bothered to kiss my cock or run her tongue along it, as I had already learnt that most Pune women do not do, or like doing, this. They think it is so “unclean”. I knew that I was lucky to have found someone so young and willing, but also realized that she probably had lots of experiences with other boys, or even maybe with other teacher teachers before me.
Her hand was running up and down my shaft and at the same time her other hand was cupping my balls and gently squeezing them, but occasionally she would run her hand down to the crack of my arse and give it a firm grip. My balls were tightening and I knew that I was getting close to losing my load, but I did not want to lose it this way, at least not yet. I pulled away from her again and this time I moved her legs apart and took my face down to her most precious of places, where I began to pay attention to it with my mouth and tongue. It took some doing to fight my way through her bush, but I did manage to get through. I paid attention first to her outer lips which made her shake with delight, before I let my tongue delve into the depths and discover the wonderful taste of her pussy. She was now starting to buck and push her hips up to met my mouth as I twirled her lips with my mouth and my tongue found her little pleasure spot. I could feel her juices emerging to meet with me and my cock was beginning to feel left out.
After another 5 minutes of this administration I moved up on top of her and asked was she sure that she wanted to do this forbidden thing, but she just moaned and said she was more then ready for me to take her. I reached down and took a hold of my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, slowly rubbing it up and down on her lips, lubricating myself more as well as teasing and exciting her. As I slowly let the head of my cock enter her divine tunnel my cock was on fire, feeling her warm, moist hole. Slowly I pushed in until the head and maybe another inch was inside of her, where I stopped all movements and just rested, taking in the totally unbelievable feeling of having my cock inside of this wonderful young miss. Slowly I pulled myself back so as my cock was once again on the outside, but still touching her lips. She moaned and told me to stick it back as she wanted me to fuck her now. I moved once more back inside, but this time I went a little further before felt a blockade. WHAT THE…….? It was a hymen; she was still a virgin. I could not believe this. She came onto me like a woman of many years of sexual deprivation, yet she was still untouched. I eased back out and asked her if she sure that she wanted me to go further. YES! NOW! Was her answer.
A few more times I moved back to that roadblock and retreated, just making sure that all was well, my cock and her pussy ready and wet enough, before finally lunging to her depths in one long swoop. She let out a small yelp as I bottomed out in her cunt, where I stopped and stayed perfectly still. I kissed her lips so tenderly before nibbling her ears and whispering that now she would feel no more pain, the worst was over, her cherry was gone. We stayed this way for nearly 5 minutes until she settled, and then I slowly moved back and forward, just a little at a time, until she returned the movements, I then knew all was well and I could now begin to fuck her fully to her first cock induced orgasm. Bardhini by now was digging her nails into my back and at the same time her teeth were biting into my neck, but I did not care. The feeling this young nymph was giving me was more than any guy could ever want. She was starting to arch her arse and hips up to meet my every thrust. We were like one, heaving and thrusting into each other, our minds not needing to think about what we were doing, as our sexual organs had taken full control. I was feeling on top of the world (as well as this girl) and nothing was going to stop me from having and giving as much pleasure as possible. My balls were swelling and ready to unleash their juices into this hot and wanting virginal pussy.
As we came down from our high, we just lay there, holding each other tight and kissing lightly, telling each other how much we had enjoyed what we had done together. My mind was on nothing more than this young girl and the pleasurable feelings we were enjoying together. I could not even think about my wife and what this would mean if she ever found out. For now, Bardhini was the only thing that mattered to me. We were the only two people left in this world. After holding each other for some time we decided to get cleaned up, but as we both were in a devilish mood, we ended up in the bath together. As we washed and caressed each other, things began to “grow” and soon we were at it again. Once more we were in the throes of wild love making, but this time in the bath. Water was going everywhere as I drove my cock deep into her cunt. She was wilder than any woman I had ever been with. Even my wife, as young and experienced as she is, was never as forthright and eager as this young nymph. Not since the days of old when I first started to enjoy the pleasures of sex, had I enjoyed sex as much as I was now.
When we finished our lustful tryst in the bath I told her how wonderful she was, how beautiful her body and the enjoyment that she gave me, but I also suggested that she should shave her pussy, so as it was easier for a guy like me to give it the attention it deserved. And she quickly agreed and grabbed the “courtesy” razor. I could not help but laugh, and upon doing so she began to get angry until I explained that those things were such cheap shit and only had one blade, a single blade that would rip her delicate pussy to pieces. I told her to stay put and I would get my own and do the job nice and safely. By the time I had finished trimming her bush to a nice little landing strip it was then about 11pm. When I saw the time I nearly died and realizing that her family would be getting worried, I suggested that she should maybe go home. But instead, she picked up the house phone and called her mother, and I could not believe what she told her. For here I will write the English translation as my written Marathi is not very good, and if I wrote what I thought the spelling was, and with no “tonal” stress marks, it could get rather confusing.
“Hello mum (AAI), Bardhini here. Hey listen, sorry for being out so late but after we all had dinner with the teacher (she had told them there would be the entire class at dinner), a few of us decided to walk around for a time. I decided to go back to the friend’s pg and stay the night, as it would be too hard to get back home. I’ll be home around lunch time tomorrow,” she told her mum. This meant that she would be mine for the whole night. BUT WAIT! What should I do? I had no intention of staying the night, I was just going to fuck her and leave and then return to my wife. I quickly called my wife and told her that the “function” was going to go until late, and she should not worry as one of the college heads had offered to put me up for the night, and I would be home sometime in the morning. Lucky for me she was an understanding wife and she just said I should have fun.
“I hope you enjoy sleeping with him. You realize that Pune tradition means his wife will sleep in another room so that the “honored guest” can keep talking with the host?” she said.
Well! I had heard of this tradition before, and there was no way I was sleeping in the same bed as a guy, but also, I was glad that this was actually a lie to make me safe for the night as far as my wife was concerned. I turned back to Bardhini and told her what my wife had said and she just laughed. She asked me what I would have done if I were indeed spending the night in bed with another guy. We both laughed and then fell back into each other’s arms where we were soon making love once more before finally falling asleep in a spoon position. Around 7 am I woke, which was late for me as I usually wake around 5:30, but I guess that the previous night’s workout had taken its toll on me. I rang room service and ordered a mock tail breakfast for the two of us, and then turned to dote kisses all over my young student’s naked body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me when I was coming closer to her mouth. She threw her arms around me and said just how much she loved me, and how she wanted to stay with me forever. Now this was going to be a problem. Yes, I loved her and what we had done, but I still had a wife that I could not easily walk away from.
Luckily, before this conversation went much further there was a knock on the door; our breakfast had arrived. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and proceeded to the door. When I opened it the young waiter began to push the trolley into the room. I tried to stop him by saying that I could manage, but he insisted that it was “his duty” to make sure that it was served, and that all was well with the food. Not wanting to argue with him, I moved aside and let him do his “duty”, but first I called to Bardhini and said she should make sure she was covered. As he turned the corner and moved towards the bed I saw Bardhini sit bolt upright, but pulling the covers even higher to almost cover her face, before she let out an almost scream and yelled at the waiter in Marathi. She yelled so quickly that I could not understand, and it was only later I found out what she had said. (Sorry for my translation and adding of words, but it is hard to translate much, so I have typed it here the way us “south Indians” would expect to hear it).
“What the fuck are you doing here? How long have you been working here?” she asked in a very angry tone. By now the waiter had looked up and seen her. His bottom jaw had dropped, his eyes were bulging and he seemed as though he could not say a word, before finally coming to his senses and saying.
“What are you doing here? Why are you in his bed? I thought you had a boyfriend?” he yelled at her. DAMN! The breakfast waiter was a friend of hers, what should I say or do? They went off at each other many times before I finally decided that I had better do something.
“Excuse me, do you work here?” I asked in a very sarcastic tone. “Sorry friend, I know nothing of what is going on between you two, but I am a paying guest, actually we are paying guests, if you don’t stop this shit I will call the manager and have you removed from here very quickly!” I told him.
He stood with his mouth open for a few moments, looking like he wanted to have a fight or at least an argument with me, before finally telling me he was sorry for his outburst, and then wishing that we enjoyed our meal, and then he was gone. But as he moved out the door I could not help myself, I pulled out three Rs100 note and gave him a tip. He gave me a very furious look as he began to say no to me, but then, he decided to take it regardless. After all, the average wage per month for a full time employee in a factory was only around Rs1000, so I guessed that his job was worth more, but still, this was maybe the best part of 10 days wage for him, and he was not stupid enough to throw it away. All through our breakfast she was quiet and not saying a word, just eating her food, but with a worried look on her face. Eventually I got her to open up and she explained that the waiter was a friend of hers from the college, he was two years above her, and he was in the same class as her brother before he went to Germany. She was scared as hell that he would tell her brother what he had seen, and who she had been in bed with.
Not knowing what I could do about it, I made a joke and told her that she could always offer to fuck him if he promised to keep his mouth shut, or at least to tone it down a little and not mention that her lover was the teacher. She mused over what I had said for a time before throwing her arms around me and thanking me for giving her a way out of this sticky mess. She rang Room Service and ordered a plate of fruit, then settled herself back on the bed, but this time she did not cover herself. Five minutes later the waiter arrived, and as instructed by Bardhini, I just let him walk right in. He stood just inside the door and asked where I wanted it placed, so I said on the trolley with the rest of the food. He walked around the corner and almost tripped over his bottom jaw when he saw her lying there naked. Not only was she naked, but also her legs were spread and she had one hand tweaking her right nipple and the other was rubbing her pussy.
“Would you like to try some of this?” she asked. “Well if you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you saw here today, I will let you do what you like.” she added. To my surprise, he said I want to see you doing with the teacher as he is a mixed gender. Slowly at first she ran her hands up and down my shaft before pulling it towards her face where she proceeded to take the head into her mouth and gently suck on it. Next she told me to bend down and lick her pussy, which I was not sure of doing. After a few moments of her saying that if I wanted to fuck her, she expected a lot of foreplay or she would not go ahead with it, I quickly moved to my knees and buried my head between her legs. After holding my head there for a few minutes and letting out a few loud moans, she then pushed me aside.
“Now, if you ever tell anyone who you saw me with, or what I was doing, I will tell your boss and my father that you forced me to this with the teacher.” she yelled at him. He was stunned; he could not understand what was happening. He asked her what was wrong; he had no intention of telling anyone, especially as she had promised to let him see her fucked. With this she laughed and told him to turn around and see what I was doing. When he saw the camera I looked back at him with a grin.
“That’s right mate, I have plenty of pics here of you getting your view of cock sucked, as well as licking of her pussy. You tell anyone and it is only your word against hers, there is no sign of me in this, just you and her.” I told him. He knew he was beaten, but worse still he knew he now had to be quiet or else lose his job, and maybe have her father trying to kill him. I admired his nerve, for even though he was beaten, he still asked her when he could see her fucked. She just laughed back at him and said maybe; just maybe she would let him have it in the future, if he proves that he can keep a secret. I actually thought she was going to fuck for him there and then with me, and that would have been worth filming.
I sent him on his way, and also gave him another tip, which he took eagerly and he left the room. I told Bardhini that she was safe and she did not need to ever fuck in his presence, but she smiled back and said that she did “sort of” I liked her style. I got back on the bed with her and kissed her mouth eagerly and told her I would love to see her having sex with me forever, but unfortunately I would not be here after tomorrow. With that said we hugged each other and made love one more time before we showered, dressed and left the hotel.
After dropping her 1 block from her modern colony house, I returned to my wife and we finished packing, ready for our trip the next day to my new school for the next semester. My wife asked me how I enjoyed my night out, and if I liked sleeping with another guy. I laughed and told her I had very little sleep as the night had been full on with drinking and enjoyment (which was almost the truth), and that I did not sleep with any guys ever. With this I went back to bed and slept for a few hours. A few weeks later I was on the net when Bardhini came online and we had a chat. She said she missed me, and how she had enjoyed her journey into womanhood. I said I was glad that I could have been of service to her, as well as also enjoying that night very much. It was a shame that my next position was so far away from her, but also it was a blessing, for I knew if I were close to her it would only be a matter of time before we got caught, and then who knows what would have happened to me. At least I had a wonderful memory to take with me. One that would make me never forgets having been at the Law School.