College Interruptus

Chapter Nine

Sunday Surprises

I awoke to a pleasant feeling of moist warmth at my groin. It took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was. Tanya was kneeling over me with a warm, wet washcloth in her hand and she was gently scrubbing my groin area, my limp penis and my ball sac. I remained quiet as if still sleeping as she made three trips to the bathroom to rinse the cloth and carefully continue the washing.

“Mmmm Tanya…that feels nice,” I murmured as my well drained cock regained some of its prior firmness and size. “Why are you washing me?”

She looked a bit shy and embarrassed as she replied meekly, “Juanita say you like her mouth…say you paid extra. Tanya want to try to get extra tip too but not done it except one time with boyfriend. You want me try? Will I get tip for do it?”

“I’d love to fuck your sweet, little mouth Tanya. And for sure I’ll pay you one hundred dollars more.” I sat up at the edge of the bed then and the gentle urging of my hands got my busty housemaid on her knees before me.

“Here Tanya…kneel on the pillow,” I said as I handed her a big pillow from the bed.

She was on her knees in front of me, looking upwards, naked and a bit apprehensive. I was barely able to suppress the swell of excitement and power that was growing in every fibre of my body. Was this young Philipina puta going to be my sex-save? Without a word I moved my hands to her head and pressed my hips forward. The head of my penis slipped between her lips and came to rest on her tongue. She seemed to be caught slightly unawares by its bulk even though it had spent a considerable time in the depths of her body only a few hours ago. I waited until she again looked up at me, pausing for a few seconds to savour the sight of my cock resting in her sweet, little mouth, and to stroke her hair, enjoying her youthful beauty.

I could see her apprehension growing as I let my cock remain resting against her lips, her timid expression making me wonder if she was going to give up on her extra money. I took a firm yet gentle hold of her head, and moving my hips began to feed my penis slowly into her mouth. She parted her lips letting the glistening, purple knob slip across the pebbled trough of her tongue as her small mouth stretched hotly around the widening contours of my prick. The warmth and wetness of her mouth made me inhale as I watched my penis slowly disappear into her face. After about four inches I reached the back of her mouth and pressed into her tonsils. A grimace of nausea darkened her face and she pulled back sharply, stifling a choke as my penis slid from her mouth. She swallowed and wiped a solitary tear from her eye, again looked up at me, and, positioned as one about to receive communion, opened her mouth again.

After guiding the head of my penis into her mouth with one hand I again took firm hold of her head, and again began feeding myself slowly inwards, taking pleasure in the slide of her tongue, but this time, judging my depth by the widening of her eyes, I stopped just short of her tonsils, about three and a half inches in. Holding myself there, I allowed her to become accustomed to the dimensions of my cock, luxuriating in the warmth of her breath and velveteen lining of her mouth, then I withdrew, slowly, watching each inch re-emerge now coated with saliva. She seemed to relax as I pulled out, but I wanted her to get used to my penis quickly, so I didn't fully withdraw but let my head come to a rest on her tongue.

I gave her a few seconds, then again holding her immobile, began to push into her mouth, once more stopping just short of her tonsils, holding for a few seconds, then slowly withdrawing. I began a slow rhythm, gradually easing myself in and out of her mouth, each time taking care to not go too far. After a minute her misgivings seemed to abate; her shoulders dropped and she began moving her tongue. Seeing this, I quickened my pace slightly on ingression, still moving slowly however while withdrawing. With care I pushed myself in just far enough to graze the back of her mouth, but intent on not allowing her time to react I continued the rhythm, resuming my conscious avoidance of her tonsils. Definitely she was not an experienced cocksucker but before she went home this morning I was determined that she would have earned her tip.

She had angled her head down slightly as if beginning to back away but the gentle restraint of my hand on the back of her head had stopped her. I waited with those few inches of cock inside her mouth until she relaxed as before and then repeated the slightly longer in-stroke. This time when my cocktip bumped the back of her throat she uttered a choking gasp but did not move away: The expression in her eyes was still apprehensive but I thought I could see also resignation as if she knew she had no choice but to accept what was happening. I was making progress. I repeated this process every thirty seconds or so, just brushing the back of her mouth, and she became increasingly comfortable with having her mouth fucked I decided to try something new. I withdrew my penis almost fully from her mouth, until her pretty lips were pouting around the end of my head, then holding her head firmly I began to push my hips forward gradually, stretching her lips, sliding my cock into her face as slowly as I could.

I slid myself carefully in and out of her mouth a few times, not far enough to reach her tonsils, but working my penis about in her face, stretching her lips with the movements of my waist. Instead of concentrating on my cock, she now looked up into my eyes the whole time, and holding her gaze I slowly eased my penis in, waiting for the contact of the back of her mouth. When I reached her tonsils I again pushed into them, this time holding her there for almost a second. She spluttered audibly around my cock and broke our gaze, so I withdrew, this time however I kept a good three inches of my cock pressed into her mouth. She was breathing heavily, and brought her hands up to my hips as a brace, so I again gave her time to compose herself.

I pushed forward once more, sliding my penis with more determination I reached the back of her mouth quickly, and this time, pulling her head down toward my groin, I found that I could bury five inches into her face, pressing into the silken softness of her tonsils. This time I held her there for two or three seconds, and she began to struggle gently against me while she gagged, but in her position she had little leverage and I could hold her where I wanted with ease. I allowed her to draw back, extricating my penis from the back of her mouth, but would not allow my cocktip outside the boundary of her lips, forcing her to breathe around me, enjoying the soothing coolness of her sharp inhalations.

She hadn’t been a cunt-virgin and maybe she wasn’t even a mouth virgin but as I slowly proceeded with getting every centimetre of my cock buried in her pretty, little mouth and shoving it down her hot gullet I was feeling the same triumph I had felt when I got Janey’s cherry.

For the first time in nearly half an hour I fully withdrew my dick from Tanya’s mouth. Noticing the pre-cum dribbling from its tip, I wiped my penis on her cheek as she heaved, leaving a strand of viscous fluid connecting the two. Putting my hands on her shoulders I pushed her down toward the floor until she was sitting on her feet. I slid forward on the bed and taking a hold of her by the hair, I gently pulled her head back so that she was facing diagonally upward into my balls, and her throat was almost perfectly aligned, a straight conduit from her mouth to her stomach, and with the other hand I angled my penis downward toward her face. Acquiescently and without knowing what was to come she opened her mouth as she looked up at me with innocently unsuspecting eyes.

With both hands on her head, I guided my penis into her face. As before I moved quickly, pressing my waist forward I pushed my head through her lips, over her tongue and into her tonsils. With increasing pressure I again ground my hips forward, determined to re-enter her throat. I forced myself into the plump wetness, pulling her head onto me hard. I broke through, feeling the surrender of the opening I slid the extra inch into her face, and felt her throat contract about my head as she gagged. But I was not content. I ground my hips further, trying to lever her throat fully open, to wedge myself in. I pulled her head down hard, and forced my hips inward, and then it happened. Her throat surrendered completely under the pressure, and finally my penis slid unhindered into her mouth. Taken by surprise, not expecting to actually succeed, I held myself in the first inch of her throat for a second or two, revelling in its tightness. Also taken unawares by this new penetration, she began to resist in earnest, but I hardly felt it.

Elated by my accomplishment, I began to slowly ease myself further inward against her struggling. Already six inches in, I watched her eyes widen as I fed the rest of my cock inexorably inward. The liquid satin constriction of her throat was incomparable to anything else I had ever felt, and as I pushed inward I felt its squeeze on every new inch I introduced. Gradually my penis disappeared into her face, six inches, seven, she made no sound now, every choke a massage, every swallow a silken caress and then I felt her tongue writhe violently against me. I ceased to move myself, and instead pulled her head slowly downward onto my groin, and as I watched my cock disappear between her lips I found myself wondering just how deep I could get. There was nothing she could do now to stop me though, nothing she could do to resist, and so I continued, slowly, until finally the last inch of my penis slipped into her mouth and I pressed her face into my groin.

With my balls resting against her chin, her nose pressed into my stomach, I could feel every inch of my cock, from her tongue slipping around its base to my cocktip somewhere near her collar bone. As she choked and swallowed I could feel waves of muscle travel the length of my dick, so I just held her head pressed into my groin and let her massage me. Finally, however, her struggles began to subside, and I realised that with my cock down her throat there was no way she could breathe, so, reluctantly, I began to pull back my hips and let her throat squeeze me out until again I was in her mouth, and then I relaxed my grip on her head and let her pull away, watching the whole length of my penis travel out of her mouth.

This time she didn't retch, or gag, at least not violently, she just gasped for air, her eyes shut. While I awaited her recovery, I held my penis with one hand and rubbed it over her face, but all I could think about was re-entering her throat, so I didn't wait long before again gently pulling her head back by the hair to align it. Brought back to reality by my manipulation she opened her big, wet eyes, and I looked into them as I pushed my penis through her lips. Relentlessly I pressed into her mouth until I met her tonsils, but they offered as much obstruction as ever, so it took a few seconds of grinding until I felt the now familiar slick capitulation and watched the sixth inch slide into her face. I was now more familiar with the girl’s capabilities, savouring pleasure as I pushed my cock deeper into her throat. As the slick heat constricted around my knob I worked my hips from side to side, and she choked as I did, but I could feel her beginning to give and so only pressed my hips forward harder until finally I was completely buried again in the buxom girl’s gullet

I was by now completely unaware of her empty struggles, and again I savoured the feeling of forcing her throat to dilate around each inch I gave her. This time however, once I had eased the whole thing through her lips, although I paused for a second as her chokes caressed me, I then withdrew around five inches, concentrating on the slick glide over her tongue and the tight ring at the top of her throat squeezing up to return just behind my knob. Without waiting, I began to push back down, forcing her throat to expand around me until again I was buried completely in her face, and then again I pulled out. I began to slowly, rhythmically, fuck her face, never letting my penis out into her mouth, but giving her time to get a breath before again forcing down into it. Wanting to last as long as I could I made sure that I kept a slow pace. However, although her futile struggles had subsided to simply holding her hands pressed against my hips, she could not keep herself from gagging, and the combined effect of penetrating the fluid tightness of her throat and the waves of constriction I felt sliding down my cock was to produce the most incandescent feelings of pleasure I had known. As such, there was little I could do, so I simply let the feeling build, taking my time as slowly as I could with her throat, until I reached the point of no return.

Her eyes widened when she felt my cock tauten as it was sliding down into her neck, and maybe she felt my balls contract as they came to rest on her chin. I felt pleasure flare through the entire length of my penis and spread hotly into my abdomen, and the semen seep up into my cock until at the first spasm I felt it pulse down my length and fire into her throat. I forced her head down hard, determined to hold as much of my cock in her throat as I could but I had to hold her tight as she choked and tried to break away when the first gush hit her tonsils. I backed off quickly, feeling her mouth flood with my gism and I think rush of her own saliva. I rammed my bucking tool back into her throat and as she choked and swallowed the mix of semen and saliva the contractions of her throat made my orgasm build I felt that I would never stop coming.

Tanya’s eyes looked up at me dully as I felt the warmth of satiation spread through me. When I released her head she tightened her lip grip on my cock and seemed to be using it as support while she swallowed and swallowed. Then exhausted she fell backwards to lie on the floor below me, my cock slipping from her mouth. She was in a daze, and not entirely aware of her surroundings, but she was aware of me, sitting on the edge of the bed over her.

I looked down at her. With slime-filmed lips and a strand of hair stuck to her cheek where I had anointed her with my pre-cum, a solitary tear glistening at the corner of her left eye and her big, soft breasts heaving, she looked stunning.

She looked up at me with dull eyes and I knew that I had just totally sexually conquered the girl. But she had drained me.

“You’re a superb cocksucker Tanya. I should fuck you to give you the satisfaction you just gave me but I need recovery time…and it’s almost morning.”

“All right sir. Tanya understand. You want Tanya houseclean next Saturday?”

“For sure sweetie,” and I helped her to her feet, grabbing a squeeze of her pendulous mammaries. “And Saturday night, too.”

“Tanya happy Mr. Aspen like what she did,” and she planted an almost chaste kiss on my mouth with her cum-slimed lips. “Mr. Aspen got tip for Tanya?”

I got another hundred from my wallet and her request dampened the guilt I was beginning to feel. Even if I’d made her into a real whore and she’d taken her first deep throat from me she was a born submissive and destined to be a whore somewhere. Maybe Pratt’s Harbour would be a safer business location.

And when I settled down for a much needed rest I wondered if I’d ever be able to achieve the same success with my bitchy schoolteacher neighbour. Drained though I was the thought of making Irene kneel and suck my cock reignited my lust.

I didn’t even see my housekeeper-cum whore to the door and I listened as she slowly descended the steps from my apartment. When I awoke it was late but not too late to get to Mass and Father Murphy seemed genuinely glad to see me there even though he knew I was not Catholic. Did he view me as a potential convert? Any way I wanted to invite him over for dinner some time.

There was an extra person at the service sitting with the Pratt’s. Tanya was there also sitting with the Gonzales and she blushed when she saw me. After the service as I was leaving I met John Pratt and asked who the girl sitting with them was.

“She’s my half-sister Beulah, Mr. Aspen. She’s only in Grade five coz… well…she’s kinda slow.”

I watched her walk by and could see that she hadn’t been drinking the same water as the other girls in Pratt’s Harbour since her bosom was modest. Maybe it would grow with age? And she was cute although as she walked by us I detected a sort of fear in her eyes when she looked at John. What was that about?

There was nothing eventful at the Protestant service except maybe Mrs. Whittier’s once again effusive welcome and her renewed promise to have me for dinner.

After church I went to the Chinaman’s for a sandwich and then back to my apartment. I did a bit of lesson prep for Monday but after Tanya’s magnificent performance I was tired and I went to watch TV. I dozed for a while and when I woke up I decided to check on whether Irene was entertaining any of my students.

At first Irene’s bedroom was empty and then she appeared leading the little girl I’d fist seen at Mass that morning. She looked timid and distressed and Irene sat down with her on the bed. Was she another of my co-teacher’s playthings?

“Thank you Ms. Simmons. Thank you for letting me come in. Please hold me like you did the other day?”

I watched the schoolteacher cuddle her young pupil and it could have been a chaste cuddle or something more. I couldn’t tell.

“What’s the matter, Beulah? Did he molest you again?”

I watched the young girl nuzzle her teacher’s neck and wrap her arms around her back as she whimpered, “Last night…Mom and Dad were out and he did it. All the way again!”

“I’m sorry Beulah. He should be reported. Won’t you let me report him?

“No…please don’t…my parents will blame me,” and she tilted her pretty face up to her teacher and with one hand drew Irene’s head down so that they were kissing.

The kiss lasted long enough that I zoomed in to see them more closely ant it was obviously not a mere lip press. Had Irene seduced her little grade five pupil?

“But Beulah? I don’t understand? John seems like a nice boy…and he’s your brother too. What would make him do that to you?”

”Mmmm…I like the way you kiss me Ms. Simmons….it’s so much nicer than with boys. The first time he done me was right after my birthday…in April. He caught me with Adam and after Adam was done he did me too. And he hurt me! He’s too big!”

“But last night? What happened?”

Before the little girl answered she pulled her teacher’s head down and for almost a minute they kissed.”

“He saw me with Erik…he’s a real sweetie…he’s gentle but he cums too quick. Anyway John did me again. It didn’t hurt as much but I was all wet from Erik and maybe he’s got me stretched. But I don’t wanta do it with him or Erik or Adam. I want what you do.”

“But Beulah….we can’t….I’m you’re teacher. How big is your brother?”

“Like this,” the girl replied holding her hands almost a foot apart. And as big around as my wrist.”

That was the end of the conversation. The kiss resumed, this time initiated by the schoolteacher, and she stripped the clothes from her willing student.

Despite the job Tanya had done on me the sight of the nubile youngster sixty-nining her schoolteacher had me throbbingly hard.

“Oohhh thank you Ms. Simmons. You make me feel so good,” the little girl sighed as she sprawled beside her equally naked teacher. “And I like your fur. Will I be like that when I’m older?”

“Probably not Beulah. And guys like their girls to be like you…with no hair. So I don’t have guy problems.”

“I shut off the TV. I’d had all the excitement I could handle for the day… especially since I had no available release for the pressure that had built up.