College Interruptus

Chapter Four

Village Tales

The five fingered widow is an inadequate replacement for that softest of havens that females carry between their legs so when I awakened on Sunday morning I felt little relief from my self-service handjob even though my sexy neighbour had unwittingly done much to make it pleasurable.

I felt guilty and I waited until nine AM before inviting Irene for coffee.

“I don’t have time. Aren’t you going to church? It’s a ten.”

“Didn’t think of it Irene. Yes, I’d better go and went back to my apartment for a quick shave and shower. Irene’s eyes had looked like they should… after downing a fifth of scotch.

At church I met Reverend Whittier, a trim, middle aged gentleman (or so I thought) with a pretty wife, the parents of a sixteen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter who were both in my classroom.

The service was slightly evangelical but the sermon which dealt intensely on the sinfulness of modern life. It was unspoken but obvious that Reverend Whittier considered adulterous sex and sex before marriage as the ultimate evil. While he preached I studied the females in the congregation with lust filled eyes. Was I going to burn in Hell?

As soon as the Protestant service ended a smaller congregation came to hear Father Murphy minister to them. I suspected that he, a celibate priest, would have a different subject for his sermon which I guess he did although my idea of his celibacy was soon dashed.

Irene showed no sign of wanting any association with me, unlike Deepa Dhillon. I cautioned Deepa again about discretion and the impossibility of further couplings although hand job or not, my unruly organ swelled as I talked to her.

I spent some time at my desk, preparing for the start of school tomorrow. Then I took out the thick envelope that had been left anonymously for my information.

To Whom It May Concern:

The following is written without rancour or ill intent. My purpose is to prepare the next upper school teacher to fulfill his/her duties with a minimum of disruption. When you read what I say remember, they are all good people but remote locations may tend to cause us (me included) to disregard some of our moral principles. The people are listed randomly so don’t consider that one at the top of the list is more or less culpable than one lower down.

1. Mayor Pratt seems to be an upright citizen but maybe it’s because of his age and the cooling of his fires.

2. Marylou Pratt is a delightful and friendly woman. The Mayor probably does not quench her inner fires so she does occasionally stray (sexually, that is.)

3. John Pratt is only fifteen but I suspect that the cooled fires of his father have been passed on to him. I think he tried to rape every girl in the class but as far as I know he was never successful.

4. The Hansen’s arrived shortly before I left so all I know is that they look like a lovely and upright Scandinavian family.

5. The Watanabe’s also arrived near the end of my term so I know little of them. Their daughter Fuyu however seemed to like boys and I’m sure that if John Pratt did try to get into her he was successful.

6. Matsendra Dhillon is big, strong and virile. He has likely had biblical knowledge of Mrs. Pratt and Mrs. Whittier and at least one upper school teacher. But he’s a good man.

7. Indira Dhillon is an attractive woman but I strongly suspect that she is quenching her own untended inner fires with Guru Dhillon, the intended spouse of their older daughter Deepa. Both 15 year old Deepa and her 12 year old sister Rhanai are pretty girls (and Deepa has huge, man-attracting boobs) but I’m sure they are still biblically pure.

8. Abdul Jackson is a big, handsome black man. They moved here from an inner city black neighborhood but they seemed to quickly adjust to the apparent colour-blindness of the village. I think that he too has visited Mrs. Pratt’s comfort-well and maybe the doctor’s wife, Anita Williams’ comfort facility as well.

9. Tish Jackson looks flirtatiously at most men but as far as I know Abdul keeps her satisfied. Her son Jamal is a hunk and if he’s tried to sample the local talent he likely succeeded. Their daughter Harmony is a plump, little sexpot and she’s not likely to keep her cherry much longer (if she still has it.)She did come from a milieu where cherries seldom reached puberty.

10.The Gonzales family has worked here for at least two years and seem to take their Catholic religion seriously. Mrs. Gonzales sister, Juanita Lago, works as a cleaning lady and she has the reputation of being good. I’ve overheard student conversation (my main information source) that suggests that for a price she will clean men’s sex tubes as well as their houses. (Nasty!)

11. Reverend Amos Whittier is the archetypical fundamental preacher (in the eyes of liberals) He preaches heavily about sexual transgressions but I’ve heard enough to believe that he knows (biblically again) Mrs. Pratt, Mrs. Dhillon, Mrs. Jackson and Ms. Lago and God know how many others.

12.The rest of the Whittier’s I don’t have a good read on. Mrs. Whittier might be available for a liaison (if you’re a male teacher or possibly even female) The son Adam appeals to me so likely he appeals to most females and their daughter Julia complements her desirable body with a meek, submissive mien that will attract all predators. I suspect however that she has a preference for girls, not guys.

13.Finally there is the village doctor, Doctor Williams. I think he’s a drug addict but who better to hide that than a doctor. His 2^nd wife Anita is one of Abdul Jackson’s projects but his daughter from his first marriage, June, has made no ripples on the local waters. Anita’s illegitimate daughter, Janet at 12 shows signs of being a handful. She’s easy to discipline but maybe too easy.

14. Father Joseph Murphy is a priest experienced beyond his years. He has served in two other parishes as well as a convent school, all in the east. He’s a very personable man and before I came he substituted as upper school teacher. One of my students told me that Father Murphy had taken total advantage of Janet Williams in the Confessional but when I spoke to her about it she did not want me to tell anyone. She didn’t deny that something had happened though. Maybe we should be happy that the priest likes girls, not boys.

You can share this with your co-teacher or not, as you see fit. I hope you have an enjoyable year and I’m sure I’ve given you some leads on how to pass the long winter evenings.

It’s not fair to present so much forbidden opportunity to a schoolteacher who is trying to do the honourable thing. Actually I should have probably done what that term demands in a parliamentary setting and resigned before I took advantage of any of the vulnerable married women or worse, my unmasked, sex-hungry schoolgirls.

I decided it was not the time to invite Irene to view the two page memo. It was noon so I left the classroom to prepare a lunch. That’s when I saw that I had an e-mail. I opened Outlook and saw the reply to the query I’d sent last night

Damn, you’re a lucky guy.

Irene Simmons did teach here last year and the year before that she was at Haley’s Mill. She was very popular in both schools, especially with the upper school guys.

From what I heard she provided hands-on (and cunt-on) sex education to deserving boys. Why weren’t we that lucky? But at Haley’s Mill she was not asked to come back because one parent claimed she’d been intimate with her son. But her son wouldn’t back up her claim so to keep peace in the school board she wasn’t rehired. And there was a similar brouhaha here in June, this time alleging that she was inappropriately intimate with two boys and one girl. Again, the supposed victims would not back up their parents’ stories so again, Irene’s contract was not renewed. It’s not fair. We too were entitled to be victims. Have fun,

Brad

The east is a large territory but we were from a predominately Catholic region so I sent off another note to Brad asking him to try to track down Father Joseph Murphy. I explained that he might be a priest who preyed on his girl parishioners, not the boys.

The doorbell sounded then and I went to the kitchen outside door. My heart sank and my organ jumped when I saw Deepa. Then standing on the stair just behind her I saw her sister Rhanai so I relaxed. At least we had a chaperone and I was sure that they hadn’t come to double team me. As that thought crossed my mind my cock swelled with the obscene, erotic thought.

I opened the door and before I could say anything Deepa said, “I brought Rhanai over so she could meet you before school starts tomorrow. Can we come in?”

“Of course Deepa…Rhanai…” and I had my first good look at the younger girl. She was cute, a bit on the chubby side but the look in her eyes made her seem older than thirteen. “Would you like a Pepsi?”

“Sure Mr. Aspen,” Deepa replied and she sat at the kitchen table. Rhanai sat beside her.

“Did you have a good visit with your relatives, Rhani? Deepa didn’t say which ones or where.”

“She visited Chacha Suraj in India. And she had her paheli chudai with him. He broke her kori choot just like he did mine.

The younger girl looked down and seemed embarrassed.

“That’s why we came here Mr. Aspen. We want you to get something for us…for her. Tell him why, Rhani!”

“Uh…like…I’m late, sir.”

“What do you mean, late?” I had a good idea but I wanted her to tell me.

“My period, sir. I had my last one just before I went to India…two months ago. I’m scared that Chacha Suraj made a baby in me.”

“I see. What can I do to help?”

“I need to be sure and the Chinaman has test kits but we can’t get one without…like…someone finding out.”

“Shouldn’t you go to the doctor?”

“No…oh no…we can’t trust him not to tell Mom and Dad.”

“But it’s going to seem strange if I get a test kit isn’t it? Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll e-mail a friend and he’ll get on here. Probably on the Wednesday boat. But I think you should go to the doctor.”

“Oh thank you Mr. Aspen. I was scared to ask you but Deepa says you’re a real nice man…and now I believe her.”

Deepa had stood beside her but now she moved closer to the bedroom door and in a halting voice asked “Chode ga?” Rhanai looked at her and then back at me as if she too was waiting for my answer.

“Chodo mujhe!” Deepa said, “Rhani knows you’ve had me before and she’ll warn us if somebody comes, won’t you little sister?”

“Can I watch? I wanta see you get it Deepa. Can I?”

“No Sis…you have to keep your eyes on the path to the school and if you see someone coming…anyone…tell us right away.”

I knew I was taking a ridiculous chance, especially since I still didn’t have any condoms but having a busty, brown skinned beauty ask me to fuck her was too much for my limited restraint. I followed Deepa into the bedroom and as she headed toward the bed she shed her clothes, item by item.

I quickly took off my sweat pants and sprawled on my back on the bed, my cock already in a state of proud erection.

I was ready to give the girl what she wanted. I guided her buxom, naked body over me and slowly placed her on my cock. She was already dripping wet so I knew she’d been thinking of this for a while. "Of yes Mr. Aspen," she cried as I brought her up and then down over my cock slowly.
 

Her weight pressed down onto me and my cock slipped deep into her slick pussy. The feeling of her weight on me was the best in the world, her hot, dripping cunt massaging my cock, driving me wild. She moved on me, rotating her luscious body until my head was spinning. How many times had she fucked? She rode me like crazy, her soaking cunt sliding up and down my prick and her mammoth breasts bouncing around with each stroke.

 
"Harder, harder," she begged, so I bucked up hard meeting her downward thrusts and bumping her cervix with each bottoming thrust. She rode me
like she hadn't had an orgasm in at least a month. I held her body
close to mine. Her breasts bounced up and down in my face while I suckled them, and felt her body begin to tense up.

The more I bounced her up and down, the more she started to moan loudly. I was sure that her sister could hear, but that made it the more exciting. I felt her cunt spasm and contract and then she slumped forward and she just lay on top of me, so I rolled back on top of her, and then squatted. It was an interesting angle which seemed to work for her too, as she squirmed and moaned, and I could rub her clit at the same time with my hands.

I'd masturbated last night thinking about Irene so I kept going for some time, long enough to give Deepa the opportunity to come two or three more times. I had her lie on her stomach, with a pillow right under her pelvic area. I knelt behind her, and had her bend her knees. That was a great angle. I could view her lush ass as I rammed my cock inside of her.

For a little while I lay on top of her while she was lying on her stomach and then when I glanced to my left I saw in the mirror that Rhani was standing in the bedroom doorway, her hand under her skirt and obviously masturbating. Maybe I could get into both of them?

I rolled Deepa onto her back again thinking that she was the most pliant and slave like girl I’d ever fucked. I folded her legs back so that her feet were on either side of her head. I held them down as I banged her in that position. I was so close to coming that I banged her real hard, and the harder I rammed it in the louder she moaned.

Then I felt my legs tense and then I felt my cum shooting from my balls. There is no feeling on earth that is better than cumming inside a bare warm pussy! I buried my cock in her balls deep and I began to cum. Each time I squirted I felt her cunt tightening around my tool, which would made me squirt some more, until it was over and I was sure there was nothing left inside of me. 
 
Glancing to the side I saw her kid sister slumped to her knees, her shapely hips jerking and jittering, her hand busy under her skirt and I was sure that she’d brought herself to climax.
 
I made several long, cum-draining thrusts into Deepa’s inert body, feeling how her big breasts rolled under my chest like soft, pneumatic cushions.
 
“Our lookout isn’t doing her job, Deepa. Look at the mirror.”
 
Rhani didn’t hear me but she certainly heard her sister. “Rhani dammit! What are you doing? What if Guru came to check on us?”
 
“Hanh…sorry Deepa…I’ll look right away,” and she got to her feet and stumbled out of sight, presumably checking the pathway.  
 
“It’s better every time with you, Mr. Aspen. Maybe I’ll let you knock me up so you’ll have to marry me and we can do this whenever we want.”
 
“God, Deepa. You know that can’t happen. We can’t do it again!”
 
“You better get some condoms coz I’m gonna have you in me some more. But I’ll be careful…about getting caught but not about getting knocked up. But I hope my silly kid sister isn’t pregnant. Now for the first time ever I want you to get off me…you wore me out.
 
I dismounted from my warmly welcoming fuck-saddle, pulled on my sweatpants and went to the kitchen.
 
Deepa’s thirteen year old sister was looking out the window at the pathway but when I pulled out a chair and sat down she looked at me with an impish grin and whispered “Chode ga?”
 
I now knew the phrase well but pretended I didn’t and she added its companion phrase, “Chodo mujhe!”
 
Having a plump and possibly pregnant thirteen year old asking me to fuck her was incredibly erotic and hearing the request in a foreign language made it even more salacious. My thoroughly drained tool twitched in response but then Deepa with her clothes on again came to the kitchen.
 
“Don’t you get any ideas, little sister? If you haven’t already got yourself knocked up I’m going to make sure you don’t get stupidly at risk again.” But she didn’t explain how she’d do that.
 
“Does it hurt to take such a big lund inside?” I heard Rhani whisper to Deepa. “He’s a lot bigger than Chacha Suraj.”
 
“Don’t ask silly questions. Now we have to hurry home.”
 
My conscience and level of judgement are inversely proportional to the state of my libido. When the girls left my libido had been well quenched by Deepa’s buxom body and teenaged twat but overhearing what Rhani said almost ignited another siege of horniness. But fucking Deepa raised my resistance to yielding to (or pursuing) any of the lovely schoolgirls I was about to have control over. As Deepa and Rhani left I was sure that if my sexual needs became unbearable I would follow up on the anonymous tips in the note from the prior teacher. Adultery was nasty too but if the woman were already adulterous, I was not ploughing new ground.
 
Exhausted even though it was still quite early I went to bed and didn’t even check out what my neighbour was doing in bed.