Hello. My name is Neha. I am a plus two student in a reputed college. I am sharing an experience I had last year. It was not a very good or bad experience, but it is an experience worth sharing.
I am from a small town, and I live in a hostel in Amritsar. My college is about 7 km from my hostel. I commute to college and back by rickshaw. Most days, I get rickshaws in time, but sometimes in the evenings, it becomes difficult to get a rickshaw. One evening, my class got over at 5 pm, and when I was about to leave, it started raining. It wasn’t too heavy, but I didn’t want to get wet, as I was not feeling well because I was having periods. So I chose to wait thinking it would stop raining soon. But after a few minutes, rainfall only became heavier. I couldn’t spot a single autorickshaw near the college gate.
After waiting for two hours, the rainfall wasn’t slowing down; I couldn’t spot any rickshaws, and I couldn’t see anybody near the college. I didn’t even know anybody who could pick me up. I began to panic. Luckily, I saw the college peon. He asked me why I had not gone to my house. Tears filled my eyes as I told him the reason. He asked me not to worry and told me he would drop me to my hostel after the rain stopped. I told him the hostel door closed at 7 pm and it didn’t open under any circumstances. He told me to call the hostel and request permission to come late. So, I rang the hostel. The attendant answered the call and told me the warden wasn’t there. I requested that she permit me to come late because it was still raining. She told me she can’t break the warden’s rules and told me to stay in the school and come in the morning. I told her nobody was allowed to stay in the school and requested she understand my situation, but she hung up.
I told the peon what the attendant said to me. He asked me to go to a friend’s house and stay overnight. I told him I didn’t have any friends who stayed nearby and I didn’t have any money to stay in a hotel. He was quiet for a moment, then he invited me to sleep in his house that night. I quickly thought about it. Though he was a young man, he looked like a decent family man, and he also had a good reputation in the school. So, I thanked him and accepted his invitation.
The peon didn’t have an umbrella. I put my dupatta over my head, and we walked fast in the rain. To my relief, the peon’s house was not too far from the school. However, my clothes were already wet by the time we arrived. I saw him unlock the door and feared he might be living alone. He pushed the door open and welcomed me. I stepped inside and looked around. He closed the door and said he’ll bring a towel.
After he went to a room, I stood there afraid of staying one night alone with him. My salwar kameez was completely wet and sticking to my body. I could even see my bra through my clothes. I was afraid he might get attracted to me if he sees me like that. I tried to cover myself as much as possible with my wet dupatta.
He returned and gave me a towel. I took it and asked if his wife was at home. He said she has gone to her mother’s house and she will be returning after two days. I was a bit relieved, thinking a married man wouldn’t take advantage of me. But my heart was still beating fast with fear.
When I started drying my hair with the towel, he said he has kept his wife’s clothes on the bed and I can go to the bedroom and change. I was happy he was kind enough to give me the clothes. I thanked him and went to the bedroom. I closed the door and looked around the small room. It had a Godrej almirah, a shelf, a chair, and a double bed. I saw folded clothes on the bed and checked them. I was disappointed he had kept a saree. I had expected him to keep a salwar kameez. I thought of going back and asking him for a salwar kameez, but I didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness. I told myself it was only for one night and decided to wear the clothes he had given.
I removed my salwar kameez, bra and underwear. I took the clean underwear from the bed and tried to put it on. It was small for me. I tried the bra, and that was also small. I slipped my arms into the blouse and managed to put in a few hooks by squeezing my breasts into the small blouse. I wore the petticoat and tried to remember how to wear a saree because I had worn a saree only twice. I managed to make pleats and tuck it into the petticoat string below my navel. Then I put the pallu over my left shoulder and checked my reflection in the full-length mirror on the almirah. The light blue saree looked good, and the blouse didn’t look bad even though my breasts were too squeezed inside. I was happy I had worn the saree correctly and it looked good on me, but I began to fear the peon may find me more attractive and get bad ideas.
Feeling self-conscious, I opened the door and stepped out. The peon was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He had changed his clothes and worn a banyan and shorts. He did notice me for a moment, then he suddenly saw me. He checked me from top to bottom and said I look very beautiful in a saree. I thanked him for the compliment and asked him in which room he wanted me to sleep. He said he will sleep on the sofa in the hall and I can sleep in the bedroom. I thanked him, and turned to return to the bedroom when he asked me to eat before going to bed. I hesitated, but I was very hungry, so I agreed to eat.
The peon asked me to sit on the sofa and went to the kitchen. I sat on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable in the saree. I had to keep covering my belly, and the pallu kept slipping off my shoulder. It also felt too airy between my legs.
He came back with a plate and a glass. He kept it on the table and asked me to feel free. He sat on a sofa opposite me and continued watching TV. I ate without getting disturbed and drank one glass of milk.
After I finished eating, I stood up with the plate and glass. He quickly stood up and said he’ll wash it. I insisted that I’ll wash, but he just took the dishes and went to the kitchen.
I sat and waited for him. When he came, I thanked him for his kindness. He told me it was just his job to be kind as a peon and downplayed it. I thanked him again and wished him goodnight. He too wished me good night and asked me not to close the door as the small room could get very suffocating. I just said okay without thinking about it and went to the bedroom.
I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. Feeling tired after a long day and very full after eating, I fell asleep quickly.
Sometime in the night, I woke up feeling something caress my feet. Lying on my back, I sleepily opened my eyes and moved my feet, thinking it could be the bedsheet. It was too dark to see anything.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Before I could fall asleep again, I felt a kiss on one of my feet. That woke me up fully and made my heart beat fast. I guessed it must be the peon and lay still wondering what to do. I felt another kiss on my other feet. I opened my eyes a little and saw his silhouette on the side of the bed near my feet. I felt the saree and petticoat move above my knees and a hand move between my inner thighs. Then his fingers rubbed my inner thighs. I was very scared but I didn’t know where to go in the middle of the night.
I felt his fingers touch my vulva and a soft moan escaped my mouth. He didn’t seem to care. He just moved up and lay next to me. He put one leg on top of my legs and pinned me down on the bed. One of his hands quickly covered my mouth, and he shushed me, “Shh…shh…” His other hand moved between my inner thighs, and his fingers touched my vagina again.
“I’m going to remove my hand. Don’t be ungrateful and scream. I gave you shelter and food,” he growled at me.
Tears filled my eyes and rolled down on my cheeks.
He took off his hand from my mouth slowly.
I looked into his eyes and said, “I am not an ungrateful person.”
“Then, just be my wife tonight,” he muttered.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” I cried.
“I’ll put on a condom. You won’t get pregnant!” he said.
Before I could reply, he covered my mouth with his mouth and began kissing me. He put his fingers inside my vagina and moved it in and out. And at the same time he rubbed my clitoris with his thumb. I tolerated what he was doing and within a short time I climaxed. He put one arm on me and pulled me close to him.
I could still hear the sound of rain outside the house. The peon was holding me close to him. I was confused and scared, lying next to him. He touched my breasts and squeezed them with the tight blouse. I told him it felt uncomfortable. So, he removed the hooks and caressed my bare breasts. My breasts and nipples were swollen because I was aroused. He massaged my breasts and made me feel more aroused. I felt guilty but I had no where else to go. He told me my breasts were bigger and beautiful than his wife’s breasts. I didn’t care. I just wanted the nightmare to end.
He kissed my lips before moving down and kissing my chest. Then he rubbed his face on my breasts, kissed them, and sucked my nipples. I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep because it was very relaxing. But after about five minutes he told me to lie down on my back and spread my legs.
I was afraid he would harm me if I didn’t do what he wanted me to do. I lifted the saree and petticoat and spread my legs apart. He moved back and knelt between my legs. He bent and put his head in between my inner thighs. Then I felt his lips, teeth, and tongue on my vulva. He kissed, bit, sucked, and licked inside my vagina.
After a few minutes, I felt like he had completely cleaned my vagina with his mouth. He stopped sucking my vagina and lay on top of me. I could feel his hard penis on my vagina. I feared he might penetrate me. He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples. Then he moved up and kissed my lips. As we kissed, he adjusted his hips and placed the tip of his penis in my vaginal opening. I afraid but little excited. As he slowly pushed inside, it hurt a bit. I shut my eyes, clenched my fists, and tolerated the pain. He didn’t stop until his penis was fully inside my vagina. Then he lay on top of me, and we kissed.
As he began to push and pull his penis it hurt but the pain slowly transformed to pleasure. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over me. We moaned together as he repeatedly thrust into my vagina. When he did it very fast, I felt very good. But suddenly I realized he had not put on a condom. I reminded him to put on a condom.
He looked upset. He got up and turned me face down. He pulled my hips, made me kneel on the bed, and leaned forward. He pushed my saree and petticoat above my buttocks. I didn’t realize what he was trying to do until I felt the tip of his penis on my anus. He suddenly pushed and made me cry in pain. But he didn’t stop until his penis was fully inside my anus. He just paused for a few seconds before he started thrusting his penis into my anus again and again. I didn’t like. It just made me feel like going to the toilet, but I tolerated the pain to avoid getting pregnant.
After about five minutes, I was relieved when he pulled his penis out. But it was short relief because he turned me around and pushed his penis inside my mouth. He moved it inside my mouth a few times before ejaculating. I tried to pull my head back to avoid swallowing, but he grabbed the back of my head and made me swallow. It was the first time I swallowed semen. I didn’t like it but I was happy he didn’t ejaculate in my vagina.
After he finished, we fell asleep. He woke me up the next morning with a kiss on the forehead. He treated me like his lover. I thanked him for letting me stay in his house and making me feel comfortable. He hugged me, kissed me, and asked me to promise him I’ll have sex with him in the future. I promised and left his house.
After that first experience with him, we had sex many times secretly in the college and in his house when his wife was not there.