College
Interruptus
Chapter Two
Orientation
My system was
still acclimatized to an Eastern Time zone so I woke up very early on Thursday. I felt somewhat fatigued from jet lag but as
I reached down to touch my semi-erect organ the memory of last night’s
marvelous coupling with my host’s busty daughter sent a thrill of pleasure
through me that was immediately followed by a thrill of fear. God, what if we’d been caught?
I stayed in bed
until I heard the sounds of activity in the house and then I dressed and went
down. Matt was up and the coffee was
brewed so we chatted about my job.
“The other teacher
will come on the boat tomorrow. Her name
is Irene Simmons and she’s a Teachers’ College grad with three years
experience. That’s all I know about
her.”
“I’m looking
forward to meeting her. Today I’ll get
my stuff moved into my apartment and have a look at the attendance register to
get a feel for my students.”
“Sure Joe. On Sunday after Ms. Simmons gets settled in
the School Board will meet with both of you.
Deepa will be up soon so she can give you a quick look at the village in
daylight and I’ll phone the dock and tell them to deliver your things to the
school.”
The village was
small and scenic, perched on the slope of a mountain and overlooking the island
studded ocean. Deepa acted as if last
night hadn’t happened but she kept rubbing her huge tit-melons against me
whenever an opportunity presented itself.
I was barely able to control my impulse to fill my hands with her
mammarial opulence but to do so was so dangerous I did nothing.
It was still only
ten AM when she delivered me to the schoolhouse but I already had swollen,
aching balls.
“I won’t come in
with you Mr. Aspen. People might get
suspicious if they saw us go in alone,” and she gave
her shoulders a shrug that set her big tits ajiggle as she smile impishly.
My belongings were
in the classroom at the door to my apartment so I busied myself with
unpacking. I was better able to
appreciate the apartment in the daylight as I oriented myself.
There were two
entrances to my quarters, one from the classroom and the other from outside at
the top of an eight step stairway. Both
entrances came into the room that served as kitchen and sitting room. It was quite large and the two areas were
separated by a waist-high divider.
The bedroom was
fantastic. One wall was a large window
overlooking the water. The adjoining wall was a common wall between my
apartment and the other teacher’s place was half a floor to ceiling mirror and
the other half a hand painted mural of local scenery. My bed was placed so that I could lie there
looking out the window and although the bed was quite large, queen size I
guess, the room was large enough that it wasn’t cramped. And if I looked to the side I could see the
mirror and mural.
The wall beside
the entrance door was half taken up by a closet and half by floor to ceiling
book shelves. The closet was adequate
for my need but not overly large.
I unpacked into
the single dresser and the closet and put the empty suitcases in the classroom
hoping there would be a storage place for them.
Then I took a look at the attendance register.
I would have ten
pupils, six girls and four boys from grade six through ten and ages 12 through
16. The
There was also a
bulky, sealed envelope addresses “To The Next Upper
School Teacher” and marked as ‘Personal and Confidential’. It was intriguing but I was weary and just
then there was a knock on the classroom door.
It was Deepa again
and she had been dispatched to take me grocery shopping. I’d noted that the previous occupant had left
a broad range of spices, condiments and even flour so I could concentrate on
the meat and potatoes things.
As in the morning Deepa
was quite proper when people were looking but she was still flaunting those
lovely boobs at every opportunity. She
helped me carry my groceries home and again did not come inside. That was just as well since I was so horny by
then I might have thrown caution to the winds and ploughed her buxom, teenage
body right on the classroom floor.
I put away the
groceries and stretched out on the bed.
When I came to it was dusk so I fried two eggs and made some toast and
then began unloading my books into the book shelves. I was almost finished when I found that a
small section of the top shelf was only half depth.
Getting a chair to
stand on I saw that there was a latch at the base of the back board. I pulled it and the board lifted to reveal a
compartment with what looked like headphones.
There was also a catalogue or instruction book or something. I took
everything out and sat on the bed to examine what it was. It was amazing. I had a listening device; a bug that I
assumed could be placed against the wall so I could hear what was being said in
the other apartment. Even more intriguing
was the tiny keyhole camera.
I spent the next
two hours figuring out how and where this equipment had been used and by the
end of that time I thought I knew where the bug had been placed, where it had
been plugged and after a long search, where the pinhole camera had been
placed. But I wasn’t sure and I had no
way of knowing who the spy and the spied on were. Could I be low enough to use it to spy on my
co-teacher?
It was bedtime so
I turned on the TV beside the bed and crawled naked into bed. The selection of channels, piped in from a
community satellite, was good but I dozed off before selecting one.
I came awake
suddenly and looked at the bedside clock.
It was only nine o’clock so I hadn’t slept long but I had an urgent need
to piss so I went to the bathroom which was on the outside wall beside the big
window.
When I returned my
first thought was that I was having an erotic dream. On my bed illuminated by
the light from the TV screen was Deepa Dhillon, flat on her back, completely
naked, her big, soft jugs flopping to the sides and her stout legs spread wide
apart in an unmistakable invitation.
If her fuck-ready
position had not been enough of an invitation her next words took away any doubt.
“Chodo muje…hurry…chodo mujhe…fill my hot phuddi with your big
I didn’t know the
words but I could easily guess the meaning as I knelt between her open thighs
and she reached up to guide my throbbingly erect cock to her fat, wet pussy.
“Mujhse abs aha nahin jata Mr. Aspen. Der mat karo.
Apna laurda meri choot main ghusserd do.”
“Oohhh yesss Deepa…oohhh yesss,” I moaned as her soft, hot vagina swallowed my cock
and I began to hammer her broad-hipped body.
"Haan Mr. Aspen, bahut mazaa aa raha
hai. Rukna mat. Aur chodo haan issi terah se mujhe
chodete raho.”
The girl was only
sixteen but she fucked like a pro. Her
hips rolled and rotated under me, arching up to meet my downward thrust and
then tilting in a way that caused her snug passage to grasp my cock more
tightly as I withdrew. My mouth covered
hers, our tongues meshing and stifling any more words and her big, soft breasts
rolled like fleshy pillows under my chest.
It was too
much. Weeks of celibacy broken only by
last night’s fuck of this girl’s voluptuous body had built up too much pressure
with in me. “Can’t hold back Deepa…unngh…gonna
cum,” I grunted as I rose up from her big, ripe breasts and began to hammer her
open fuck-saddle with the short strokes of completion. I felt the added heat and wetness as I pumped
my semen into her snugly clasping cunt while she looked up at me, her mouth
gaping and her eyes blinking rapidly.
“Oh God Deepa, I’m
sorry,” I apologized as I let the last of my ejaculation spurt into her. “I’ll try to make it good for you.”
“That’s OK Mr.
Aspen. Last night was better than I ever
had. It’s OK.”
I remained
connected to her, my wilting organ still well within her cum-flooded cunt. “Was that Indian you were saying to me? When did you learn to speak it?”
“Yeah…I know a
bit….the dirty stuff. Did you like it?”
“I think that’s
why I lost control. You don’t speak it
at home do you?”
“Nah…Mom does but
Dad doesn’t. Can you keep on…like…"Mr. Aspen abhi mat nikalo, mujhe ek baar
aur chodo, please, bahut mazaa
aa raha hai.”
What did you just
say, Deepa?”
“I asked you to
stay inside me and fuck me one more time.
I’m really enjoying it.”
“Where did you
learn to talk dirty in Indian?”
“Don’t stop Mr.
Aspen. I can feel you getting bigger and
harder. Two years ago I went to
“How did he do
that?” Her story was arousing me as I
imagined how her unprincipled uncle had seduced the innocent fourteen year old.
“He said I was
supposed to do what Reena, his wife couldn’t do for him. He was my 'paheli chudai', my first
fuck. But he wanted me to talk about it…
about chodo. He taught me all the Indian words but
since then…when I’ve done it with a boy here…it turns him off. Does it turn you off Mr. Aspen? When I say chodo mujhe?”
“Oh God Deepa…say it all you want,” and I hooked my elbows under her
knees and doubled her back so that I was deeper than I’d ever been inside her
before.
“Yes Mr.
Aspen! Oh God yes! Fuck me in English! Ram that big cock right through me…I’m
cummmiinnnggg!”
With those words
the buxom sixteen year old wrapped her legs around me and began humping up to
me as much as she could, pinned as she was with her legs doubled back. I felt the sudden, clutching spasm of her
cunt muscles as she began to orgasm but still in control I hammered her big,
young body with fierce strokes as she writhed in undeniable ecstasy.
Watching the
expressions on her pretty, young face as she went through the thrills of orgasm
was more than I could handle. Her snug
channel was milking my throbbing prick and once more I exploded. Just as I blasted my first spurt of my relief
giving ejaculation she went limp, her legs fell away and she lay externally
inert as I pumped another load of sperm-laden semen into her teenage
receptacle.
We lay, still
coupled for several minutes before I broke the silence.
“This was
wonderful for me Deepa…and I hope you enjoyed it too, but what if somebody
found out? Do your parents have any idea
of where you are?”
“No
but Dad is out fishing and Mom is fucking Guru so they don’t care. Rhanai gets home tomorrow so I’ll have to be careful about
her but we can still keep on doing this can’t we?”
“You know we can’t. I may be breaking
the law…not just because of your age but because I’m your schoolteacher. I think you’re wonderful and I’d love to have
you come here like this many times but it’s wrong…and
for both of us it’s dangerous.”
“I know you feel
that way now but Chacha Suraj taught me a lot about men. I bet that when you get horny you’ll want me
to come and do chodo with you.”
My cock was numb
after two cums and I was wishing then that I’d taken one of the Cialis pills
I’d got before I came west. I was still
inside the buxom teen and I used my elbows to keep some of my weight off her
upper body. The feel of her soft
tit-mounds was erotic and looking down to see my hips cradled between her
plump, widespread thighs was also a turn-on.
I felt sensation returning to my tool as it soaked in her cum-filled
fuckwell and then her warm hand was between us grasping the root of my cock.
“Hai, laurda nikaalna
nahin,” the girl moaned as she gave a sexy wriggle to
her hips.
“Mmm…what did you just say?”
“I said don’t take
your cock out…I love having my choot filled with your
big
I took command and
as I pumped in and out
“Mr. Aspen! Ab tum mujhe zor ZOR SE CHODO!!”
“Oh God Deepa…what
was that?”
“Fuck me. FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU
CAN!!”
I needed no
urging. I ploughed her teenage slit,
ramming hard into her and making her big, soft boobs jump and jiggle and the
fleshy hips to quiver like jelly. I grabbed her arms and held them outstretched
above her head as if I was forcing her to open herself to me. Our sweaty flesh slapped together noisily and
I was glad we weren’t in the little room over the garage. Her mother would have heard our slapping
flesh and Deepa’s breathless grunts each time I hammered her.
“Yuh…hanh…yuh,”
the girl panted, “Cumminnggg…you’re making me cummm,” and her legs locked with mine as she jerked and
jittered through her orgasm.
No sooner had my
grade 10 student slumped down under me that I felt the
rushing surge from my balls through the connecting tubes to my cock and then
into her already flooded choot.
“My Gawwd Deepa…you’re uncle taught you well. You’re the best chodo
I ever had.”
“Hee hee…I don’t think that’s
proper grammar Mr. Aspen. And the stuff
I say likely isn’t either. When school
starts I’m going to say chodo mujhe
out loud in the classroom when you’re looking at me.”
“Don’t you dare!” I said in a stern, schoolteacher voice, afraid that
she actually would do what she said. I
rolled from her inert form, my cock slowly deflating after its yeoman
performance. “It’s late Deepa…you better
be careful because I suspect your Mom and Guru have finished and they may be
looking for you.”
.
“It’s not midnight
yet and I had permission to go to Christine’s place. She doesn’t know where I am but she said
she’d cover for me if Mom called.”
I lay there while
my teenage lover donned her robe and left.
But I knew she was wiser than I and I knew also that, danger or not, I’d
be unable to resist any further opportunities to couple with her.