Pleasing the Teacher – Part 1

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When Kalyani chechi moved to our small village on the outskirts of Kochi, there was a lot of excitement. Chandran, her husband, was a sort of hero to all of us. He was the first person we actually knew who went to the prestigious IIT college, and in Mumbai no less. Their was a love marriage and we’d heard rumours that she was a Bollywood beauty types. Suffice to say that she didnt disappoint. An hourglass figure coupled with the kind of clothes that we only saw in movies, it was not long before Kalyani became the target of many a boyhood fantasy, yours truly not being an exception.

In typical Keralite fashion, Chandru soon found a job in the Gulf and went off leaving behind his pretty bride to live with and care for his aged parents. It wasn’t long, I guess, before Kalyani got bored with life in a small village. There is only so much one can do without getting down and dirty in the fields. So to help pass her time she began to offer English language tuitions to the kids in the village. It was not long before her classes were full and she had to create batches and schedule them. I can vouch than not everyone was there to learn English. Many of us were there to simply ogle at the pretty woman who was the unknowing recipient of copious amounts of sperm every night.

Over time, I realized that I actually enjoyed English and without much effort became one of her favorite students. So it was no surprise when one day she asked me to go up to her bedroom and being down her phone. No one was ever allowed to the upper floor of the house. I entered her bedroom knowing that I would be battered with questions when I met up with the boys in the evening. So I took the time to observe everything I could. Her wardrobe was open and I went up to it and looked in, letting my fingers run over the clothes that hung from hangers. As I did so, I took deep breaths, taking in the wonderful aromas of the woman who dominated my fantasies at night. Then I moved to the attached bathroom and peered in. Behind the door, I found a pair of panties and bra that she had obviously changed out of when she had her last shower. With trembling hands I took them off their hooks and held them up to my nostrils. The smells of her womanhood filled my inner being and transforming my penis into a rock-hard pole of muscle. I reached into my shorts with my free hand and began to massage my penis, which I held up her underclothes to my nose. It was so heady that blood was pounding through my head like a river in spate. I pulled my shorts and underwear down to release my penis and continued to jerk hard at it.

“Don’t stop”, her voice said quietly. There was something else, something heavy.

But the obvious desperation in her voice did nothing to cushion the shock. I dropped her underclothes and felt my penis shrivel up.

“Don’t stop, Ajay”, she said.

I looked at the woman of my dreams as she stood there in her saree. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I couldnt get myself to grab my penis and pump it to an ejaculation.

“I’m sorry”, I blurted out.

“Shshshsh”, she hissed with her finger at her lips. “Tell me, which part of me do you like the best?” Her voice was a low whisper, I had to strain to hear her.

She must have seen the confusion on my face.

“Okay. Tell me, what part of my body do you look at when you see me first?” she whispered.

“Your stomach”, I told her truthfully. Below, junior was beginning to stir.

Kalyani reached for the edge of the pallu and slid it across so I could see her bare stomach. “This?” she asked.

I nodded. Junior was at full hardness now.

“Go on, mastrubate”, she told me. “I want to watch.”

I reached down and grabbed myself. I began to gently jerk myself.

As she held her pallu aside with one hand, she put a finger from the other hand in her mouth and sucked on it. Then she brought her wet finger to her navel, where she drew lazy circles around the edge of her navel. Her finger left a trail of wetness around her navel.

I came.

My sperm shot out of me and fell on the floor between us. I kept pulling at my dick, squeezing all the cum out. When I looked up, Kalyani’s eyes were glued to my penis and she was squeezing her thighs together. She shivered a bit and then relaxed.

“Go down and join the class”, she told me in a soft voice.

“And”, she called when I reached the door. “This remains our little secret, okay?”

I nodded.

That evening, as I expected, I was bombarded with questions about her room. I gave my friends an honest description of her room and of her under clothes. I didn’t tell them about how I began to jerk off, or that I was caught, or that I’d finished jerking off with her watching me. That was going to be our secret.

The next day, as I was returning from college, I got a call from a number I didn’t know. It was a Dubai number. I picked it up.

“Ajay?” a voice asked.

“Yes”, I answered. My throat was drying rapidly as I realized who the caller was.

“Chandru here. Do you use Whatsapp?”

I nodded as I said, “Yes.”

“I’m sending you a clip, you might find it interesting. I suggest you find a quiet place to watch it. I will call you back in five minutes.”

Quickly I got off the road and from a tea shop nearby bought a cigarette and lit up. I went behind the shop, which was the norm for us youngsters who smoked. No one would wonder why I was hiding.

The clip arrived. It showed me looking into Kalyani’s bathroom, taking her underclothes and beginning to jerk off.

My phone rang.