This story follows College Education and has a minor tie to Convent School. Comments can be sent to [email protected]

College Interruptus

Chapter One

Relocation

I’d been thoroughly cuckolded and it dogged me through the rest of the school year. My ego was so totally bruised that I didn’t even try to get into any of the ripe co-eds although I got signals that they might be willing to get to know me better.

My summer job did not pay well and as September neared I realized that I needed another money input before I could return to complete my degree. And good fortune intervened.

I had a distant cousin who was in the education racket as a recruiter. Out of the blue she called me or maybe it wasn’t out of the blue. I’d told my parents of my financial straits and although the offered to make up the difference I didn’t want to take any more money from them. I suspect they mentioned my situation to my cousin and she quickly move to solve the problem.

I wasn’t a qualified schoolteacher but Pratt’s Harbour had given up on getting a licensed teacher. It was a remote fishing village connected to the outside world only by water and air. They just needed somebody to guide the students through the course of study and prepare them to take examinations at a school some hundred miles away.

It was a two room school. I was to have Grades 6 through 10 which was as far as it went. Students going past Grade 10 had to leave the village and board away from home. The other room had the pre-sixth grade students and I was told that a woman would teach them.

I had a choice of being boarded at a quite stiff fee at a home in the village or accepting the small apartment that was attached to my classroom and doing my own cooking and housekeeping. Since the apartment was rent free it was an easy decision.

Naturally they paid my travel expenses but they were not generous with the arrangement. I flew from the east coast where I lived to a west coast city and then travelled by overnight bus for nine hours to reach Port Longbow at about six in the morning. I boarded a small ship there for the seven hour trip to Pratt’s Harbour.

The ship was not very large but it had been modified to act as a car ferry with space for two cars. The accommodation for passengers was limited to a room with wooden benches and a smelly toilet. There were nine passengers including me, a quite pretty woman looked to be about 40, an older man who wore a suit and a shirt and tie, two thirtyish men who had sample cases and looked like salesmen of some kind, two giggly girls of high school age and two men about my age.

I was too shy to try to meet any of my co-travelers so I passed the time by speculating about who they were. The giggly girls might be my students, I thought. They were in their mid-teens and they flirted with the two young men. It was soon clear that they worked at the fish farm and had been on a vacation.

Most interesting though were the older man and woman. The woman might have been younger than I first thought, maybe in her thirties and she was generously built. Even though she wore a heavy sweater it was obvious that her breasts were huge. While in our passenger room the man and woman paid no attention to one another but twice during the trip the man left the room to go out on deck and after a discreet interval, the woman left too. I saw how the girls looked at each other and giggled and I suspected that something was going on between the man and the woman.

Finally we arrived at Pratt’s Harbour and I was met by Matsendra Dhillon, the head of the local school board.

“Are you Mr. Aspen, our new teacher?”

“Yes. Are you Mr. Dhillon?”

“That’s right but call me Matt. You’re staying with us tonight so we can get you well fed before you move into your apartment.”

To my delight he offered me a beer before dinner and the meal was a delightful experience for my inexperienced palate. Spicy, pungent and delicious.

Indira Dhillon, Matt’s wife was quiet with a sultry sexiness about her. Guru was a big, bearded man with strong opinions on everything, opinions that quite often differed from Matt’s.

Deepa had obviously been brought up to express her opinions which she did freely and with little regard of others. She was definitely a modern young woman, very liberal in her attitudes. She was pretty and although she was wearing a loose fitting sweater it looked like she had huge breasts. But I had to force such thoughts from my mind. She was not only my host’s daughter but she would be one of my schoolgirls as would her thirteen year old sister Rhani who was away visiting relatives.

It was a very pleasant meal…and a social education for me but before seven Matt called it quits.

“We have to watch over our crab traps at night…some low lifes have been poaching our catch. I go out until one AM and then Guru takes over until daybreak. Deepa, you show Mr. Aspen where he’s sleeping tonight and then you can give him a look at his permanent apartment.

I grabbed my bag from the entryway and Deepa led me outside to the stairs that led to the room over the garage. She took me up tp the room which was quite comfortable with an en suite shower.

“Do you wanta clean up before we look at your apartment?”

“Yes Deepa…it’s been a long trip and I very much need a shower…and a shave too.”

It was eight o’clock when I went downstairs and found Deepa alone in the sitting room. She looked damp, as if she too had taken a shower.

The other teacher arrives Saturday,” my guide announced as she opened the door to my apartment. It was more than adequate, a small sitting room and an open kitchen and a bedroom with a king size bed.

“Do you have a girlfriend Mr. Aspen?” Deepa asked as she flopped down on her back on the bed and with her stocky legs spread in a most unladylike manner she tested the bedsprings with a pantomime of fucking.

“No. Not any more. My girl found someone she likes better.”

“Hah. She’s stupid…but I know how you feel.” The busty teen lay there with her legs apart, her loose skirt outlining her full thighs and drawing my gaze to the peak of the inverted vee where her teenage sex seemed to be freely offered.

“Well Deepa, I haven’t been to bed for two days so maybe we should go back to the house.”

With seeming reluctance she got up and slowly took me back to the house. I undressed, got into bed and began to stroke my raging boner. This was going to be a long ten months, I thought. Maybe the other teacher will be a willing female?

It was less than fifteen minutes before I heard my door open and when I looked in that direction I saw my guide Deepa in a nightgown coming toward the bed.

“My God Deepa! Somebody will hear you. You can’t be here!”

Without a word she peeled back the covers and got into bed with me. Since I slept in the nude she could see in the dim light from the full moon that I had an erection and brazenly she placed her warm hand on it.

“Dad’s out on the water so he can’t hear and Mom and Guru are occupied too.”

“No Deepa. We can’t! You’re too young! You’re one of my students!”

“I’m not too young,” she said firmly as she drew my unresisting hand to the big, soft breast that had escaped her flimsy nightgown. “And you’re not the only one who’s lost a fiancé to someone…but I lost mine to my mother.”

“What do you mean?” Instinctively I began to maul and massage her voluminous titflesh.”

“Get a robe on! Come with me and I’ll show you.”

Down the stairs and into the house and upstairs again where there was a closed door. Signaling for me to be quiet Deepa eased open the door and it was immediately apparent that she didn’t have to be quiet.

Indira Dhillon’s naked body was sprawled astride Guru Dhillon’s equally naked body, her sloppy, wet cunt sliding up and down as she did all the work, her moans and whines resounding in her marital bedroom. It was both erotic and, because I knew her daughter was seeing her obscene unfaithfulness, disgusting.

The girl was tugging my hand and mutely I followed her back to my room/ As I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and flopped down onto the bed the girl dropped her gown and crawled in beside me.

“It’ll be all right Deepa…they don’t mean to hurt you. But you can’t stay here.” My cock was throbbing with desirere for the big breasted beauty but it was wrong…and very dangerous.

“You don’t understand, Mr. Aspen. They know that I know what they’re doing. And with Guru…it’s a cultural thing…when we were both very young my Dad and his decided that as soon as I finished school we would marry. That’s why he came here last year to work for Dad.”

“But then why is he…you know…with your mother?”

Soon after he came he and Dad got drunk. After Dad passed out he came and got in bed with me and…well you know.”

“Did he rape you?”

“Hee hee. If it was rape it was the easiest rape he’ll ever have. No, he’s a nice looking guy and I was horny and I just rolled over and spread for him. But it was disappointing for both of us,” and as my buxom, teenage bedmate continued her story her hand slipped over to grasp my hugely erect organ.

“No Deepa! No!” I protested as I pushed her hand away. “Why was it disappointing?”

“I was disappointed because as soon as he was inside me he went off. And he was disappointed…no, angry because I wasn’t a virgin. So I’ve been horny ever since.”

The teenager rose to her knees and in the moonlight I could see her huge, soft melons swaying as she pulled the covers off me. I couldn’t fight any more. She wanted it and I wanted it and nobody would know.

I felt my young schoolgirl settle herself over me, her strong, thick thighs straddling my naked hips and I could feel the graze of her coarse pubic hair as it brushed against my naked belly. Still grasping my distended cock in her hand, she began to guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and I sighed with pleasure as I felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue already moist with expectation.

“Oh God Deepa…we have to stop…I don’t have a condom,” I protested. Fucking a schoolgirl was bad enough but knocking one up would be stupid.

“It’s OK Mr. Aspen…I just finished my period. It’s a safe time.” And she began to sweep the bulging head of my inflated prick along the length of her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly glistening inner lips clung tenaciously to my hard masculine flesh, and the bulbous head became lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices.

I knew that lots of pregnancies, especially the unwanted ones happened during the safe period but I was too horny by then to care. I grasped the girl's widely tapering hips, and held her in a vise-like grip. Hungrily, I began to rotate her entire pelvis until she was revolving over the spongy cap of my burgeoning penis still grasped firmly in her hand. Gingerly, she began to position herself over the jutting instrument, easing herself down slowly, until she had managed to insert the huge distended head up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt mouth.

The girl paused as if accustoming herself to the hard feeling of a heavy, pounding prick inside her. But the initial contact unleashed the fury of my lust, and with a savage snarl, I crashed the helpless girl's pelvis downward, driving my thick rod upwards with flesh-splitting cruelty.

She was completely skewered, and the fleshy hair-lined outer lips of her pulsing vagina were resting on the tickling nest of my own pubic forest as I clawed at the soft resilient flesh of Deepa’s smooth rounded buttocks as I raised her loins upward, feeling her sensitive inner membrane cling to my hard fleshy rod as her heated vaginal sheath slid upwards. I held her poised above me, leaving just the hard burgeoning head still buried inside her, and then I crashed her down again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her buttocks slide lower between my thighs until she was sitting on my aching balls. My prick tunneled upwards, plunging far up inside her, cleaving her teenage flesh with cruel obstinacy. I could feel the pliant entrance of her cringing womb yield before my unabated onslaught and a gasp of mingled shock and excitement escaped her as she felt the unexpected pressure so deep up inside her impaled belly.

And then her eager vagina accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of my trammeling penis, and she began to move up and down freely, establishing a yo-yo like rhythm. My palpitating cock seemed to expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative flexing of her unpracticed inner muscle which seemed to excite me to even greater lust. My hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the floppy fleshbags on her chest and I rubbed and caressed her throbbing flesh.

Her thighs were clenching my hips viciously, and the soft inner hole up between her legs was milking furiously on my rampaging cock. Her fingers slipped around behind her squirming buttocks and stroked the squirming sac of my testicles in a sudden swift movement which sent my roiling sperm into a frenzy of churning liquid deep inside the darkness of my balls felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of my stomach rise up in an overpowering curtain and steam through me, and at the same time, my cock began to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in my writhing balls had become unbearable.

The interior muscle of her vaginal sheath was an insatiable entity of its own. It was sucking, demanding, and getting, its life-giving quencher of my thick store of semen, which suddenly began to spurt along the pulsating tube of my spasming penis and hose hotly up into the heated cavern of her pussy. Almost immediately it seemed, the frothy liquid trickled back down around my pumping prick and seeped into the matted pubic curls, already moistened with the shower of her orgasmic release.

“Not yet Mr. Aspen. Don’t stop yet,” she exclaimed frantically and she leaned forward so that her clitoris was riding on the shaft of my cock. Her breathing became ragged and she lost her rhythm and I felt her hot interior convulse around my cock. If I’d had any unejaculated semen left inside me she certainly was milking it out.

“Oh Mr. Aspen…Oohhh thank you,” the girl moaned as she fell forward and my chest was warmed by her soft fleshy titbags. “I only did it four times before but nobody ever made it happen like that. Thank you.”

“I’d feel better if I’d been wearing a condom but you’re a wonderful girl Deepa. But we can’t ever do this again.”

“It’s a long year ahead, sir. And whenever I look at you in class I’ll be remembering how it felt with you way up inside me.”