College Interruptus

Chapter Fifteen

Springing the Trap

Monday brought more bad news…at least as far as my sexual satisfaction was concerned. I heard first that Juanita was returning to the Philippines due apparently to a work visa problem.

Then at noon Deepa informed me that she and Rhaina had to go live with relatives in a city some distance away. Their father had found out about his wife and Guru and Guru too was being sent away. The ongoing state of the marriage was uncertain.

I was not facing a total drought however. Aki and her daughter Fuyu were sometimes available as was Mrs. Whittier. Julia too let me know that she welcomed further intimacies but I was nervous, extremely nervous about continuing that dangerous liaison. Was it time to set up my equally amoral co-teacher and enjoy her demonstrably skilled sexual favours? How best could I do it?

I was also being tempted by my fifteen year old grade nine student, Christine Hansen. She seemed uncharacteristically timid for a Scandinavian and seldom raised her eyes to mine even when we talked. She was taller than her classmates and her breasts easily met the Pratt’s Harbour standard for nubile females. But I could see that she was not close to any of her fellow students and it puzzled me. She was certainly sexually appealing, especially considering my penchant for underage nubiles but her timidity and shyness exhibited an innocence that even this lecher was reluctant to seek to overcome.

Neither of her parents had come to see me after the last progress tests which surprised me because Christine’s marks were below average and much below her previous record. But it was the parents’ choice.

With no explanation Irene cancelled our Friday dance lessons so I was looking at a boring evening. After dinner I did a peek at her apartment but nothing unusual was happening and I settled down with my diminishing reserves of single malt to read and watch some satellite TV.

I had taken advantage of a Grade Nine Science lesson to have the students build and install to basic doorbells, one from the classroom entrance which rang once and the other from the outside entrance which rang twice.

I was almost through my third drink when I heard two rings. It couldn’t be Deepa or Rhaina. Was it Mrs. Whittier or Aki? My hungry tool jumped with anticipation.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise when I saw who my visitor was. Christine Hansen stood there, her head down as she shyly raised her eyes to look at me. I looked around to see if anyone was watching as I took her arm and quickly drew her inside.

“What are you doing here? You should visit me at my desk Christine.”

Her pretty face dissolved into a tearful grimace and she sobbed, “Hanh… I’m sorry Mr. Aspen hanh…I had to talk to someone…hanh…I thought I could talk to you.”

“That’s OK Christine…you can talk to me,” and I led her to the sofa in my pseudo sitting room. I sat and drew her down beside me, cradling her blonde head against my chest as I held her, feeling her shoulders quake with the sobs. “Just try to relax my dear…and when you want to talk go ahead.”

I could feel the firmness of her right breast against my chest and I barely restrained my urge to reach around and feel her left breast. She was wearing the schoolgirl uniform, the short, plaid skirt riding high on her smooth, full thighs and I shifted position to hide my throbbing erection.

“Hanh…Mr. Aspen…I hate it here…nobody likes me…they make fun of me and call me stupid and laugh at me. I’m all alone.”

“That’s not true…they all like you and you’re not stupid, you’re smart. Have you talked to your parents? Or Reverend Whittier?”

“Mom is with Reverend Whittier all the time…praying. And Daddy works late with Mrs. Gonzales every night. When I tried to talk to Reverend Whittier he put his hands on me…blessed me, he said…and asked me to stay with him after prayer meeting. I’m scared of him.”

“I guess you were right to come to me Christine. But if anyone ever saw you coming here at night they might think it was for more than talk.”

“I won’t do it again then, Mr. Aspen but…like…can you help me?”

“You can come again if you want to Christine…just be really sneaky. Now I have to get another drink so I can think about what to say.”

I went to the cupboard and poured another drink and opened a Pepsi for the girl. When I sat down she sat upright but made no move to get farther away. Her white blouse clung to her breasts clearly outlining their delightful, firm fullness and the hem of her skirt remained high, almost to her crotch. If she’d been older I’d have suspected a come-on but the innocent expression on her tear-streaked face told me that was not the case.

“Now Christine, first the girls don’t not like you. They’re jealous of you. You are drop-dead gorgeous and they envy your beauty. Second, the boys don’t not like you either. They’re afraid of you. You are a mature woman to them even though some of them are older than you. They tease you and call you stupid to compensate for their own inadequacies.”

“Is that true Mr. Aspen?” The girl’s question came at least three minutes after I stopped talking and her big, blue eyes were bright with hope.

“Every word of it Christine. And remember it all the time.” I placed a hand on her bare knee and she didn’t flinch away. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Hah. You know I don’t.”

“Do you think about boys?”

“Like how? You mean romantically?”

“Yes, I guess that’s what I mean.”

“Not anyone in school. But I read a lot. And I don’t really believe that Reverend Whittier and Mom spend al that time praying. Or that Daddy and Mrs. Gonzales are always doing office work. What do you think Mr. Aspen?”

“I don’t know Christine…but soon you have to go. But since you came here… and we’ve talked this way…I have a request of you I should never make.”

“Oh yes Mr. Aspen. You’ve made me feel so good. Anything you ask.”

“You’re just a young schoolgirl Christine…a girl I’m supposed to teach. But you’re the most beautiful girl of any age I’ve ever known. It’s terribly wrong but I really want to kiss your sweet mouth. Will you let me?”

“Oohhhh yesss Mr. Aspen. I’d like that,” and as she awkwardly tilted her face toward mine I slipped a mint into my mouth hoping to disguise the sour taste of scotch.

It was a memorable kiss for me and I hope for her also. Her lips were soft and when mine pressed hers they quivered and after a few seconds parted. I could barely restrain my urge to fill my hands with her firm tit-globes but I kept my hands on her back, moving my lips slowly over hers and slowly, very slowly slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her teeth parted easily and then her arms were around my neck and she was totally immersed in what may have been her first real sex-kiss.

I thrilled to the action of her hot tongue and the sound of her breathing as her arousal grew. I could have fucked her right then but what little morality I had dissuaded me from taking total advantage of her innocence and vulnerability.

I tried to break off the kiss but she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and held her mouth open under mine, her hot tongue tangling with mine as she rubbed her firm breasts against my chest.

I was tongue-fucking her mouth and as she sucked on my tongue with her moist lips I imagined how it would feel to have my cock inside her sweet, oral cavity. She was almost strangling me with the wrap of her arms around my neck and gently I disentangled her left arm and guided it down to her groin.

Christine’s reaction was instant. Looking down as much as I could with our faces welded together I saw her hand slip under the waistband of her skirt and I saw its outline as she reached for her pussy. Her hand began moving with increasing tempo as she whimpered, whined and panted on the verge of an orgasm.

“Hannhh! Annnhh!,” she cried out as she tore her mouth away from mine as if to gain breathing room. I could see the fabric of her skirt bulge with the frantic movements of her hand and she spread her legs wider apart and pushed her shapely hips forward.

“Hannhhh! Yannnhhh! Hannnhhh,” she gasped as her hips jerked and bucked and her mouth was suddenly pressed wetly to mine again. My hands of their own volition passed quickly over the firm mounds of her breasts and her skirt clad flanks before I held her close in a chaste embrace.

“Are you all right Christine?”

“Hanh…oohhh Sirrr…Mr. Aspen. Oohhhh thank you…that was amazing.”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you Christine…it has to be our secret. But that was the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known.”

“Oohhh Mr. Aspen,” she sighed as she snuggled close, tilting her face for another kiss. “Did you? Like? Do what I did? Did I satisfy you?”

“It’s late Christine so you have to leave. But I’ll always remember you. And now don’t ever forget when you’re in school that you’re smart and the most beautiful girl in the school and that all the boys are afraid of you.”

“Hee hee. But when I see you all I’ll remember is your kiss. Do I hafta go? Mom will still be praying or something with Reverend Whittier and Daddy will be with Mrs. Gonzales.”

“Yes my dear, you have to go. I’ll turn off the outside light so you can get away without being seen.

My balls ached desperately as I watched her trim, shapely ass wriggle under her short skirt as I let her out the door. Back in my bedroom I checked my neighbour’s place to see if she was finding solace with one of the schoolboys or her trusty vibrator.

Irene was sprawled in a chair beside her bed watching what looked like a porn video. On the table beside her was an empty scotch bottle and another that was about half empty. Was she getting drunk? Was it a good time to begin my lewd coercion.

Ten minutes later a somewhat inebriated Irene was sitting on the edge of my bed, a fresh, single-malt in her hand.

“I’m half smashed Irene or I wouldn’t have called you but I have a serious matter to discuss. Do you want to listen?”

“Sure Joe. And if you want to confesh what you’re doing with your schoolgirlsh, I already know.”

“Ha. Then I guess you don’t know much unless you’re a mind reader because all I’ve done is in my mind. And I guess you know too all that I’ve done to you?”

“Have you? I mean, do you think of me that way?”

“How could I help it? Every day I get to look at the sexiest female in Pratt’s Harbour but she’s an iceberg.”

“I’m not an iceberg Joe…and I’m not the sexiest female either.”

“I know a few schoolboys who wouldn’t agree with that.”

“What do you mean,” the woman asked with a look of concern on her face. She drained her drink and held the glass out for a refill.

“I know something about you Irene…and I know you must realize that teenaged boys can’t keep secrets. Fucking the teacher is a dream of most boys and three of my schoolboys have been made ecstatic by the opportunity. And schoolgirls too love to talk. Have you thought about how you can defend yourself if one of them blows the whistle? You two prior incidents will work against you.”

“My God Joe. OhmyGod! What am I going to do?”

“I hope you’re drunk enough to listen to my plan without hitting me. You’re a sexy broad Irene…and if they accuse you of seducing innocent schoolboys …and we know that’s an oxymoron…you can claim to be my girlfriend and I’ll support you…defend you.”

“Why will they believe you?”

“Get undressed Irene. Get into my bed!”

It was a gamble but I’d sensed that Irene was a bit of a bully who got extra kick from bossing her boys and girls. But now I was in charge and like most bullies, she could probably be bullied.

“Joe? You’re not? Does it have to be real?”

“Damn Irene, you’re sexy. And I see why the boys call you furball,” I added as she slowly disrobed. I bet you give those kids the rides of their lives.”

“Don’t talk that way Joe…I’m just teaching them.”

After my time with young Christine I was too loaded to go slow and I pushed my co-teacher onto her back on the bed and peeled off her panties to bare the hirsute target of my lust. I dropped my sweatpants and freed my rigid tool as I mounted above her, easily kneeing her shapely legs wide apart.

“Oh Joe! You’re big!” Her hands reached out to draw me down, guiding my dripping knob into the hair-wreathed slit of her fat cunt and when I felt the heat of her cuntmouth I pushed in. My schoolgirls had all been tighter but none wetter and as I settle down on her she tilted her pelvis and rocked up to me.

“Are you on the pill Irene?”

“Yeah…oohhh yeah…give it to me. Haven’t had a real man’s cock for ages.” Her legs rose to twine with mine and she began to undulate in an experience manner, her sheath squeezing and releasing its grip on my tool.

“Oh God Irene…I can’t hold back…it’s been too long….you’re too good,” and my words seemed to spur her on to greater efforts. She locked her legs around my hips and drew me in to maximum depth as she rocked rhythmically under me, her fuckwell milking me until with a loud groan I hammered her with the short strokes of climax. I felt my gism flooding her passage as I emptied the load that young Christine had built up. But I stayed on top,

Could I equal the performance of her schoolboy studs and carry on?

I imagined that I was taking advantage of young Christine or having Julia again and slowly my erection returned. I rode higher on Irene’s pelvis and got firmer contact with her clit and for several minutes I rode her strong, heaving body.

“Cum Joe! Gonna cummm!” the woman panted as her legs locked on my hips and her fingernails raked a bloody trail over my back. Her sheath went wild in convulsive spasms and again I felt my balls tighten before they released another load of sperm into her writhing body.

“I want another drink Joe. Tell me again how we’re going to persuade them if I’m accused of being intimate with a boy…or a girl.”

“We have to pretend in public to be romantically inclined…and you’re going to fuck me whenever and however I want…here in this room. You can still fuck the schoolboys but try to be more discreet. And if any of them report it you’re going to have to shave. They’re sure to talk about how hairy you are and if you’re bald like a little schoolgirl it’ll ruin their credibility.

“I may resign after Christmas. This sounds dangerous and I’ve been in trouble before. But you’re screwing some of the girls aren’t you. I see how the two Indian girls act with you. And something happened with Julia too, didn’t it? I was making out great with her but now on dance nights I can see she acts different with you. Did you fuck her? Get her cherry?”

“You’re a dirty old lady Irene. You’re all the fuck I need…so you better be ready for it.”

We dozed then and it was nearly daybreak when I felt Irene’s hand fondling my tool.

“Get on me Irene…I want to see that hairy snatch around my cock and watch your sexy face while you fuck me.”

“Oh God, Joe…why did I waste al these months,” she murmured as she mounted me and guided my thick prick into the hairy slit. “Oohhh Gawwwd Joe…never had it so deep before,” and I felt the tip of my cock bump and then slip past her cervix into the extended pocket.

“You’re fantastic Irene. When those boys fuck their first young girl they’ll wonder what’s wrong when she just lies there like a lump. You’re the best fuck I’ve had baby…the way you rock those hips and fuck up to take me in.”

“Am I really good, Joe? Hanh! Hurry! Gonna cum!”

She rode me frantically then and I felt her sloppy, cum-filled passage squeeze and contract and once more she extracted a load of semen into her body.

“You’re the first man I’ve done it with, Joe. Except for Mr. Butler, my grade nine teacher. He broke me in but I didn’t get it again until I started teaching.” She dismounted and a dribble of gism escaped her gaping twat. “You’re better but it’s not the same. I like the timid way the boys act when I begin feeling them…and their expressions of wonder when they get their hard, little cocks inside me. Staying here all night may be too much for the school board. But I’ll come again.” She took the remainder of my single malt bottle and left.