Professor’s plank

I am a 49 year old male, living in Pune with my wife. I am a good professor with a money spinning education society, 25 years on the job and going strong so also my wife in another educational establishment. I met my professor’s daughter, much younger than me, just after I turned 30. She was a beauty and not the type of woman I am usually attracted. She was tall, leggy, blue eyes, stunning. She was pregnant and pathetically a young widow. She lived as my neighbor with my professor’s wife, her mother, who was also a widow by then as my professor passed away in flood at Raigad. It usually is the case if one is not careful at Raigad. Our houses are connected by a corridor with a door opening only from our side. In fact it was one house made into two. But her daughter was only four when she left with someone never to be heard again though people say; she is living as a mistress of one of the politicians in Dubai. The grandmother raised the girl child alone. She held nothing against her irresponsible daughter. Her grand daughter Vardhi was a sweet undemanding child. She lived in daycare until school then a series of after school centers until she was old enough to be home alone. She was quiet and polite. She kept up the housework without being told and in junior high began experimenting in the kitchen.

Time passed and she grew from a girl to a young woman, every day looking more like her long lost mother. The long legs, the gentle smile, the sea blue eyes were a constant reminder of her lost mother. Grandmother was not bitter. She loved her grand daughter as she was her life. She used to call me fondly as uncle. As she passed through her teens, my thoughts when I looked at her began to drift from uncle’s love to desire. She was even more beautiful than her mother and I used to be jealous as hordes of boys followed her everywhere and were constantly underfoot in her tranquil home. It could not be helped, as she was very sexy and she gave off such an air of sensuality whenever she entered a room, without even realizing it, that she turned heads wherever she went. I wanted her. There was no mistaking that need, that underlying unquenchable thirst. When she walked into my house to meet my wife, immediately I sensed her presence. I often caught myself sniffing the air after she left the room.

I waited and I watched. I planned and I analyzed. I wanted her but I also wanted her to want me. I knew she was a good girl, an obedient girl. Her grand mother wanted to go to Punjab on some religious visit. She had discussed her grand daughter’s activities and she told me she was very conservative about sexual talks. I had no reason not to believe her. Once she asked me to make an appointment for her grand daughter to see an OB/GYN shortly after her 18th birthday. I did not ask about it nor did she offer commentary. She went and that was it. Her grand mother left for Punjab asking my wife to have a watch on her house meaning granddaughter. Our son broke his hand in dehradoon and my wife rushed to Doon oblivious of anything else. After my wife left I visited Vardhi. She asked me to keep the connecting door at the corridor of both our houses open. I planned her seduction down to the slightest detail. I knew Vardhi and I knew her habits. I waited until the night was exactly right and the stage was set to my specifications. When she walked in the door, she usually tossed her bag down without a thought as she did this night. Then she went to her room. I knew as soon as she got inside her room, she would undress. That was when I burst into the door and tossed the box of condoms on her bed. “What are these?” I asked in a demanding voice. She was half dressed; she stood before me in her panties and t-shirt. It was all I could do not grab her and kiss her right then. Instead I waited for her to answer, and she did, all wide-eyed and innocent. “I think they are condoms, uncle.”

“Yes, they are condoms!” I answered in my strictest uncle voice. “And I found them in YOUR BAG! What are you doing with condoms?” She gasped and looked at me with total surprise. Of course she was surprised since I had made the whole thing up. I didn’t find them in her bag. “They aren’t mine, uncle, I swear. I’m not that kind of girl and I have never been with a boy. I swear, uncle.” I gave her an incredulous stare. “How can I believe you now after I find condoms in your bag?” She nearly began to cry. “I don’t know, uncle, but I swear they aren’t mine!”

“Well, we will see about that. Turn around and face the bed, lean over it and put your hands upon the mattress for me to know you haven’t used condoms.” I told her, getting excited already at the outcome. She obeyed me without question. I was her nothing. Once she was in position, I stepped forward and slowly, casually pushed her thong to the side and slid index finger inside her cunt. “Uncle!” she cried out as I slid into her. “Vardhi, how else can I find out if you are lying to me? You say you are a virgin but I need proof!” I barked as I slid my finger inside her. Oh God, she was tight! I moved my finger in and out, just a little and very slowly. Soon her body began to react instinctively and she began to get wet. My other hand began to undo my pants, I was hard already. This was turning out perfectly. “Uncle, please!” My sweet Vardhi cried out. Then she moaned softly, under her breath. “I need to know you didn’t lay, Vardhi. You know I feel bad about lying!” I continued to move my finger in and out as she became more and more wet. “I didn’t lie, uncle, I am a virgin.” She sobbed softly into the mattress. “I never ever have let a boy even touch me down there.”

“Well now you have!” triumphantly I cried as I slid finger out of her tight wetness and placed the head of my cock against her soft opening instead. Placing my left hand on the small of her back, I gently slipped inside her wetness. Moving slowly until I reached her hymen, proof she truly was a virgin, I then thrust hard breaking it. She cried out as the pain slipped over her and when she quieted, my hand still on her back holding her down, I whispered in her ear. “Oh uncle is pleased, you didn’t lie. You were a virgin but not anymore.” I moved my hands then to her full luscious hips as I began to move in and out of her. She was so hot and tight and wet. It felt like a little piece of heaven. There was no way I was going to stop even if she asked me to. But she was mysteriously quiet as I fucked her. All I heard was her breathing and an occasional small “oh!’. I knew I wouldn’t last long since I had been building up this desire to be inside her for so long. Soon, my fingers were digging deep into her flesh as I slammed in and out of her. Her beautiful body slid across the bed then I would drag it back against me as I rammed home inside her. Her sheath was so perfectly made to fit me it felt amazing. It was like I was inside a perfectly sized preheated velvet lined glove. And she was so tight! God she was tight!

“Oh Vardhi, uncle is going to cum!” I cried as I released inside her, balls slapping against her soft sweet skin. I blew streams and streams of my seed inside her. It was so fucking well inside her that I couldn’t stop. I thought I would never stop cumming but in the midst of my orgasm, I swear I felt a small tremor and spasm run thru her pussy. I smiled. I guess my Vardhi was all grown up now. When I had finished spewing sperm inside my Vardhi’s hot little pussy, I slipped out of her and pulled her up off the bed, turning her to face me. I kissed her softly on the lips and whispered, “I’m glad you didn’t lay to uncle, honey, and I am happy you were a virgin.” She sighed and whispered back to me, “I’m glad I didn’t lie either, uncle, and I am happy YOU were the one to take my virginity.” And that, dear readers, was the beginning of something quite wonderful for both Vardhi and me.