Persian Lessons

I spent my teenage years in Iran -- Teheran to be precise -- though I went to boarding school in Scotland, my sister and I always came back to Iran for our holidays, and the tradition continued after I started at University.

I decided that I needed to improve my Farsi and my parents arranged for me to get conversational Persian lessons from the wife of one of my father's business associates.

Mr Chilahorian was more my father's age but his wife was much younger -- not an unusual state of affairs in those days in Iran -- 27 she told me later, though to a 18-year-old (well 17 and 11 months at the beginning of the holidays to be exact!) she was old too!

The lessons were held around the pool in their large villa up in the north of the city where it was much cooler and the air was clearer -- the south of the city was clogged with pollution and always swelteringly hot in the Summer. Our lessons were always 2 hours in length and the servants would bring mint tea when I arrived -- usually mid-afternoon.

Mrs Chilahorian -- Vashti as I came to call her -- was a very beautiful woman, but always seemed slightly sad, however she was a brilliant teacher with heaps of patience with someone like me who had little aptitude for languages.

Our conversations covered a wide range of subjects -- with the exception of politics -- which was a dangerous topic under the Shah, and Vashti was always pleased to hear about the parties that we teenagers attended during our holidays.

We became friends as much as teacher/student and I really looked forward to our lessons each week, and eagerly picked them up again at the beginning of each holiday, and we became firm pen-pals writing to each other while I was away at school.

Our first lesson of the second summer holiday was notable by how sad Vashti was, and by this time I felt confident enough in our friendship to ask her what the matter was, but she just said that it was nothing I could help with.

However, the next week she broke down in tears and explained that her husband was threatening to divorce her because she had not become pregnant after 5 years of marriage, and of course it had to be her fault! Being an inexperienced 18-year-old, I wasn't sure how to cope with a woman in tears but hugged her and said that it couldn't be that bad and that he probably didn't mean it. We didn't get much language tuition done as Vashti explained how important it was for a young wife to have children, especially when the husband is older and that divorce was always considered so that he could find another young wife to give him children.

"In fact, he and his mother are going to Geneva next week to meet the daughter of one of her friends with a view to being a replacement" she wailed. "If only I could get pregnant before this goes too far!" "I'm sure I wouldn't be having this problem if only my husband was a bit younger"

Without thinking what I was saying I blurted out something along the lines of "I'm sure I could get you pregnant then!" which occasioned another round of tears and she abruptly called that afternoon's lesson to a halt.

When it came to next week's lesson, I was anxious that she would call it off but when I rang to confirm it, she said "yes, in fact I should come round for some lunch and we would spend the afternoon by the pool speaking Farsi. Bring your swimming things."

I rang the bell at the gate as normal, but Vashti opened it -- a task usually delegated to the gardener or the maid. Grabbing my arm, she hurried me round to the pool where a spread of goat's cheese and green leaves -- rather like cress but called sabzie -- barbary (an Iranian flat bread), and with doukh, a watery yoghurt drink.

We sat around the table and once we had had our lunch, she turned to me and said, "Did you mean what you said last week?"

I had thought of nothing else since last week's lesson and was cursing myself for jeopardising our friendship so was a bit nervous of whether to say yes or try to roll back on what I had said. Vashti didn't give me time to speak, saying that she thought it was brilliant solution to her problem.

Come for a swim while you think it over. She cast off her beach robe and told me to get into my trunks -- though there was no need as I had them on under my jeans. She was wearing a black bikini -- all the scandalous rage at the time, that didn't cover much of her assets. Watching her walk towards the pool I just couldn't take my eyes of her fantastic figure. If I had had any doubts over my decision to help her, they vanished at that moment. Her breasts were not large but were perfectly formed -- pointing straight out without any sag.

Taking my hand, she jumped into the pool, pulling me into the deep end, then turned and kissed me. Now, I had only ever kissed one girl and it had the expected effect of causing a large lump in my swimming costume, something Vashti immediately noticed. "I think you have made your decision about helping me!" she said smiling, and grabbed my burgeoning appendage!"

"I think I am at my most fertile this week, so there is no time to lose". She reached behind her back and undid the top of her bikini -- another first for me as I had never been this close to a woman's breasts since I was an infant! They were therefore the most beautiful I had seen in the flesh -- pale and firm with pretty pink nipples floating on the palest of areolas.

Taking my hand, she placed it on her breast and started massaging her nipple with the palm of my hand. She let out a quiet moan, and dragged me out of the pool as quickly as we had got in.

Come, "Let's go to the cabaña where we can be more comfortable."

Pulling me down on to a large swing seat she kissed me again, pulling my wet trunks off over my obvious excitement. "Kiss my nipple" she instructed, pulling my head down to the erect nub. "This is how to please a woman", she whispered, making sure that I was not too rough but not tickling either. After I had attended to both breasts, she took my hand and slid it down over her belly to the top of her costume bottoms, while slowly pushing my hand under the belt of the bikini. Vashti then removed this remaining item of clothing leaving us both completely nude.

I had seen pictures of pubic hair in the magazines that were handed surreptitiously round the boys when I had been at school, but it was a shock to find how coarse it was. Vashti looked me in the eyes again and asked if I was sure this was OK, after all I was quite young and that probably this was my first time.

I don't know that what I replied made sense in any language -- more a growl of assent rather than real words.

Pulling me to my feet she knelt on the floor and with her top half on the swing seat so that her bottom was slightly up in the air. Taking my member, she gently pulled me towards the correct place for it, "push it in!", she growled

I didn't need to be asked twice and pushed forward while she rocked the swing backwards and forwards, each time pushing me deeper. My initial reaction was how hot and wet it was -- silly I know but this was my first time. I am sorry to say that within 5 or six strokes I felt myself explode inside of her." I'm sorry -- I couldn't help it ", I said shamefacedly.

Without a word Vashti sat up and kissed me very tenderly. "No, on the contrary, that was one of the loveliest fucks I have had - my husband is not very considerate of my wants! Together we will explore the ways to please each other and maybe solve my marital problem."

We lay in each other's arms, lazily dozing off. I suddenly found myself being awoken with the most pleasant of sensations, and looking down Vashti had put my penis in her mouth and was running her tongue around the top of my shaft.

"Don't worry -- we will have this ready for a second go shortly! We won't be disturbed as I have given the servant and the gardener the next 2 days off while my husband is away. They have gone to see their family in Mashad."

"Come let's go inside where it is more comfortable, but first a quick skinny-dip to cool us off" I was quite a strong swimmer, being in the college team and spending much of my holidays in the pool, so decided to show off by diving in at the deep end. Vashti followed me with very sedate breast strokes and we kissed when we reached the steps at the shallow-end. I didn't know that kissing could be so pleasurable! My hands moved to her erect nipples, and using the newly learnt technique rubbed them eliciting moans of pleasure.

After a few more lengths -- each followed by another kissing session -- we climbed out and washed the chlorine off together under the pool shower, giving me a chance to learn a little more about this beautiful body beside me.

Still wet, Vashti took my hand and led us both inside up to her bedroom -- I say her bedroom deliberately as she did not share a bed with her husband as he said it disturbed his sleep. No wonder a baby wasn't on its way! She had the largest bed I had ever seen -- wide enough from me to stretch my whole 6-foot length across the middle.

True to her word, Vashti's mouth soon brought life back to my semi flaccid tool, but before putting it to good use she said "Let me show you how to really please a woman with your mouth, take my foot and start gently kissing my ankle and work your way slowly up to the inside of my knee."

Within seconds, I could hear soft moans emanating from somewhere way above my head, before I felt hands grasp my hair and start pulling me up her thighs, all the time encouraging me to continue with the soft kisses.

Suddenly she sat up and kissed me deeply swirling her tongue across my lips and occasionally poking it into my mouth. "This is what I want you to try doing to me when you kiss me down there", she said. "It will drive most women crazy with pleasure, but so few men are prepared to consider it." Try it now. My much older sister explained the facts of life to me years ago after having a very liberal education at a ballet school in Paris, which went much further than the pure mechanics of the process.

I started my lesson in a new language -- a language of love!

My first attempts were woefully unsatisfying -- tickling more than stimulating -- but gradually with encouragement when I got something right, I eventually elicited a loud groan of pleasure from my older & infinitely more experienced lover. The taste and aroma of Vashti's excited pussy was completely novel to me -- my memory is of a salty camembert -- not very romantic I know -- but days later I practiced on a Danish tinned camembert that was all you could get in Teheran at the time and I still think of that day every time I have the cheese.

Turning round on the bed, she took me in her mouth again and made it clear I was to continue with my ministrations to her lady bits, each of which she told me what they were called in Farsi -- vocabulary that I have sadly never been able to use since! I later learnt that this was called the "69" position.

I don't know if my efforts resulted in a climax for Vashti, but she detected that I was near to exploding again, and of course she wanted that put to better use. Rolling on her back she pulled me on top of her and guided my now fully restored weapon to her vagina where I came again -- this time after a slightly more acceptable delay.

We lay like that for what seemed like ages but was probably not more than half an hour, until Vashti pointed out that my parents would be worried about where I was, and that I should ring them and tell them I would soon be home and that the lessons had dragged on a little -- not totally untrue!

I dressed reluctantly while my "teacher" lay on the bed watching me.

"You must never tell anyone about this, it would have terrible consequences for me but also for you, my husband is a very powerful man and very jealous. He would have you and your family thrown out of the country at the very least!" "And we need to be very careful about how we behave in the future, I can't send the servants away again."

I can't remember what I said exactly, but mumbled something about it being our secret and I wouldn't even tell my friends back at University in Scotland, a promise I kept, at least until I started writing this.

"Come back tomorrow and we will continue your education," she said seductively! "We mustn't waste the time while the servants are away. Tell your parents that we will start looking at the written aspects of the language." Come here about 11 and that will give us all day!

Up with the lark (not sure there are larks in Iran) and decided to swim 50 lengths of our pool before showering. I decided against my usual wank in the shower -- save it for Vashti, I told myself. I dressed quickly and set off to the main road to catch an orange Paykan taxi to Vashti's house -- and arrived very early about 10! Not sure what to do -- I rang the bell at the gate and waited for what seemed ages before it swung open with no one in sight but on going in the gate shut behind me and there was Vashti in her dressing gown with wet hair straight from the shower!

We spoke Farsi most of the time -- using English only to explain some term or word that I didn't understand -- I think Vashti wanted to maintain the illusion that we were still student & tutor! I should mention that my parents had offered to pay Vashti for her time but it was agreed that they would donate her fee to the orphan's hospital in the south of the city.

Taking my hand, she said, "Silly boy, couldn't wait, eh?" Blushing a deep shade of red, I blurted out that it wasn't that but that sometimes it took a while to find a taxi and I hadn't wanted to be late.

Come on, "We have lots to cover today, let's not waste a second" and turned to kiss me, letting her gown fall open exposing her stunning body". We skipped up to her room where she proceeded to remove my clothes and pull me on to the bed.

Grabbing her breast, I started to tease her nipple with the palm of my hand as I had learnt yesterday, but she pulled it away, saying not so fast -- kiss me first. You need to seduce not grab! Start with a kiss on the mouth, then drift to the neck -- just under the ear, and then down over the chest to the breast, leaving the nipple to last.

Doing as I was told, I started kissing her neck, but was sent back to the mouth to be more forceful and less ticklish. When I had got it right, she gave my cock a quick rub back and forward until some pre-cum started to leak out. Picking it up on her finger she rubbed it on her pussy.

"Now back to the kissing", she ordered.

Once I had successfully made my way down to her nipples, she gave a long sigh and rolled me onto my back. By this time, I was as erect as I had ever been and was standing almost directly up. Vashti climbed on top and straddled my waist telling me to lay still and not move, as she lowered herself on to me slowly, guiding me in to her hot pussy. I started to push up and was sharply told to be still. It was exquisite how she first lowered her self onto me -- taking me deeper than I think I had been the day before. Slowly she raised herself up until I was almost out, then dropped back down making me hit the opening of her womb.

She leant forward and told me to start fondling her nipples which I gladly did, again gently, but as she increased speed, she moaned that I should pinch them a bit harder. In my inexperience I pinched really hard, eliciting a loud scream "Not quite that hard", she gasped visibly relaxing as I started to more gently rub them between my thumb and forefinger.

Soon she was riding me furiously and I felt that I was close to cumming when she rolled off, on to her front and encouraged me to start fucking her from behind.

Within seconds she was writhing -- grasping the sheets with both hands as I plunged my full length in to her increasingly wet passage. I found a rhythm of slow but deep thrusts seemed to work best and suddenly Vashti tensed, let out a loud screech of "Yeees!" and a felt the walls of her vagina clamp round my cock. "Keep going" she panted, "I'm not done yet"

I continued with the deep thrusts, as Vashti rolled on to her side, pulling one knee up to her chest - "go deeper", she barked. Within seconds I was pumping my sperm into her, and I think she had another orgasm as she felt my ejaculate fill her cervix and hopefully beyond. I was spent, and made to pull out - "No! Let's cuddle this way and keep your seed in me -- don't forget the purpose of this adventure!

We both drifted off and when I surfaced an hour or so later, I had shrunk and fallen out and we were lying in a pool of cold ejaculate.

I was in a daze, here I was an 18-year-old boy lying in bed with this outrageously attractive woman with whom I had just made love. Leaning over I gently kissed her neck, causing a shiver to run down her back and a gentle moan to escape from her lips.

"Time for lunch young man", she said, "but first a wash!" The shower was the first I had seen -- other than at my old boarding school -- that was a walk-in shower" Turning on the water to as hot as we could stand, she started lathering my body with the soap, not leaving out any nooks and crannies', before handing me the bar of soap to repeat the procedure on her. When I started soaping her bush, her legs seemed to sag a little, and she took my hand and used it to clean between the lips of her vagina. "Yes" she gasped as I paid attention to her lady bits, "now lick the soap out with your tongue"

Not one to miss an opportunity I dropped to my knees and started running up and down her labia, not missing out on the area I had discovered caused her the most pleasure -- I later discovered this was called the clit.

Grabbing my hair, my lover kept my head where she wanted it, all the while the shower was pouring over my head and back, and her moans were getting louder and more desperate. Soon she tensed and let out a long grunt of "Oh YES! Dropping to her knees she kissed me and said "You are the best lover I have ever had! Even the brief sapphic affair I had at boarding school in England didn't give me this much pleasure. Remember to be this gentle and giving with all the ladies that come into your life!"

We lay in the shower until the water started to run cold, then rubbed each other dry.

Over lunch the conversation turned very serious, Vashti explaining that the relationship could not go any further not least because of the age difference -- illegal in Iran even before the Revolution, but also because she was married. "I will still write to you but you must not reply, as my husband opens all my letters, and I will let you know if the object of the exercise was successful."

After lunch we retired to bed but just cuddled, and soon it was time to get a taxi home.

Vashti rang my parents the following week to say she was sorry but she had to go to Europe urgently to meet up with her husband and mother-in-law, so we did not manage a repeat performance that Summer, and it was with a great deal of sadness that I returned to University that year.

She was true to her word, and wrote to me a couple of times and it was not long after reading week that Vashti told me in her letter that she was at last expecting a child and that her husband was delighted. I don't know to this day whether it is mine -- though the pictures she sent me after he was born looked very like early pictures of me that my parents had on their mantelpiece, but maybe that was wishful thinking.

Vashti had moved to Geneva with her husband before I got back to Teheran again, so our 'lessons' were over, though I did meet her years later by chance in Kensington High Street. Sadly, we did not have time to do more than hug and have a kiss as I was on my way for an interview at the Animal Research Centre for funds for my PhD. I have tried to track down Vashti many times but without success -- this was in the days before the internet -- though my father thought that her husband had been arrested after the revolution and shot but he didn't know what had happened to his wife and child -- they never did have any more children.