College Interruptus

Chapter Twenty Four

Wildly Willing Women

Sunday was the last day of November and although I’d gone to bed early my buxom housemaid had given me such a workout that I almost missed Mass. And as usual after Father Murphy’s service I went to hear Reverend Whittier.

“I need to talk to you…can I come over this afternoon?”

Irene’s request caught me by surprise but of course I said OK even though after June’s delightful servicing my libido was rather quenched.

“I know it’s early Joe but can I have a drink…some of that smoky nectar you drink? And bring it to me in the bedroom.”

By the time I got there with the drinks Irene was sitting on the edge of the bed with her shapely, hirsute body nakedly displayed.

“You know that you’ve ruined me, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied as I handed her the glass and took a sip from mine.

“Until I met you I was an ordinary girl who had sex in the old fashioned way and didn’t want anything more.” She slipped her hand under the waist of my sweatpants as she spoke. “I wasn’t a vaginal virgin but if you’d suggested to me at the beginning of the school year that I’d suck your cock and let you come in my mouth I’d have said, dream on.”

“Well Irene…it was a shame that such a beautiful, sexy mouth was being wasted on ordinary kisses. I knew it needed to be fucked.”

“You’re awful, Joe. You’ve got me talking dirty too, just like you. And it feels like your cock is getting ready for some more intimacy.”

“You felt it right, teacher,” and quickly I slipped off my sweatpants to give her unfettered access to my erect prick.

“Mmmm…I like the way you feel…even in my bottom…my asshole. See what I mean? You’ve debauched me.”

I pushed her down on the bed and dive between her strong, shapely legs and when my mouth found the moist heat of her twat she groaned.

I stayed in the furry warmth of her groin while I fingered her large, rubbery nipples and I think I brought her off three times before I rose up above her and mounted her.

“Oh God, Joe…it’s like you’re the first guy to really fuck me. I just want to do whatever you want me to…as long as it involves having that big cock inside me somewhere. But now I want you to fuck me…please fuck me.”

Irene’s legs spread wide and she raised them and it was almost as if she dislocated her thighs from her hips and gave me space to sink even deeper into her juicy heat. I felt the head of my cock bump her cervix and when it did she uttered a whimper.

After June’s servicing yesterday I was not under great pressure to cum so I lifted Irene’s legs high and rode between her widely splayed thighs. As always her broad, firm hips rocked and tilted and easily matched my rhythm. She was different than any of the others I’d had in Pratt’s Harbour, not better but really good and different.

I was learning that Irene had spectacular control over her vaginal muscles and despite yesterday’s draining the skillful contractions of her sheath on my plunging tool was soon bringing me close to climax.

“Oh God Irene…I can’t last….you’re too good,” I moaned and when I did she tilted her pelvis higher and I sank another few millimeters deeper, pushing on her cervix.

“Yes Joe…cum…cum inside me…I want to feel your cock bucking and jerking when it pumps your sperm into my hungry cunt. Fuck me, Joe…

Cum…cum inside me.”

The woman’s passionate, prurient plea added to my excitement and as she rocked her hips and milked me I exploded. I felt like she was extracting everything, even drawing my aching balls up into the sodden swamp of her hairy twat.

“Oohhhh Gawwd Irene…you’re a marvel. Did you cum too?” I moaned as I finished my short strokes and rested on her receptive body.

“Yesss Joe…many times…that felt so good when you were filling me with your juices. It’s so much better than with a condom.”

“I have a pill you can use Irene…to be safe.”

“It’s OK. I’m on the pill,” she murmured as she wriggled beneath me as if to get a better fit.

“Can I take you to The Chinaman’s for dinner tonight?”

“I’d like that, Joe. I hope we don’t give people the wrong idea though.”

Irene left then, barely mid-afternoon and at seven PM, a late hour for Pratt’s Harbour, we went to The Chinaman’s. I’d phoned him and he put on a special meal for us, spicier that the usual Cantonese fare and as if pleased with what he saw as a budding romance, he hovered over us during the meal keeping our wine glass topped up. It was almost like being in the settled world rather than a remote fishing village.

We went back to bed after dinner and this time I made sure that Irene came before I did but, as in the afternoon, she kept urging me to cum inside her. I slept and was awakened by a pleasant feeling of moist warmth at my genitals. Irene was still there although I saw from the bedside clock that it was six AM and she was quickly re-awakening my libido.

I emptied my lust into her ravenous receptacle again that morning and again on Monday night. I guess I should have wondered what had caused my recent conquest to become a virtual sex-addict but it didn’t. Not until almost the end of the school year.

We had less than two weeks before the end of the pre-Christmas school year but our course of study was a bit vague about what we should be teaching. Although it was winter the temperatures were quite mild and the snow that was clearly visible at higher elevations had not yet whitened our landscape. Nature seemed to me to be an interesting and worthwhile subject for us to pursue in the closing days so on Monday and Tuesday we walked in the forest and learned the names of trees and plants. On Wednesday I gave them a written test and puzzled over what to teach in the remaining six schooldays.

As the effects of June’s and especially Irene’s carnal connections wore off I found that I was scheming for repeat encounters with Julia and especially the ripe, young Whittier girl. She’d been a fantastic fuck when I took her cherry and her self-taught skill as a cocksucker demanded a repeat. But I still hadn’t had her ass nor had I as yet initiated Julia’s throat. Both were on my agenda.

Wednesday night as I sipped my scotch and looked through my spy hole at Irene I was tempted to call her for a repeat of out weekend sessions when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the time and saw that it was almost ten PM. Closing the spyhole I went to the door hoping illogically that it was either the Hansen or the Whittier girl.

“Mr.Aspen. I’m sorry to bother you,” an obviously distraught Nancy Whittier blurted out as she pushed past me into my apartment. “That phony bastard, my husband…Reverend Whittier is cheating on me. He’s committing adultery. He’s fucking that blonde Danish bitch two or three times a week. What am I going to do? Give me a drink! A big one!”

Considering the fact that she’d been cheating herself and fucking me I was tempted to use the ‘sauce for the goose’ line but instead I poured a stiff drink for her.

“Are you sure? Did you see them?”

“Yes to both questions,” she replied as she quaffed a slug of the drink. “I heard her daughter tell Julia they were doing it and tonight I followed him to his office and I saw him screwing her.”

“Are you going to ask for a divorce?”

“No. I don’t know? Maybe. But why? He always said he was a tit man and I’m lots bigger than her. Do you like my breasts?” She took my hands and pressed them to the huge softness of her marvelous mammaries.

“You know I do,” and I began unbuttoning her blouse. Would Julia’s big boobs be like Nancy’s in twenty years? Hell. I was horny and this woman needed affection, even if only carnal.

I took her in my arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth. As we kissed Nancy allowed her body to go limp, and let herself be supported by the strength of my arms alone. I tightened my grip, holding her closer to me. As I kissed her, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, running its pointy tip along each of her even white teeth. 
 
I carried her, like a big doll, to my bed and set her down gently. As soon as she was on the bed, I fell to my knees on the floor beside the bed. I pressed my lips passionately to hers and kissed her again. This time, when my tongue invaded her mouth, I sought her tongue. I found it and jabbed gently at it with my own.
 
This wasn’t our first time together and I felt her tongue entering my mouth and after duelling with it for a moment, I pressed forward with my own tongue, driving back into Nancy's soft warm mouth.
 
I continued to kiss her, but now moved my so that it cupped her big, soft right tit. My cock was so hard that it ached and pained me.  I moved my hand downwards and began stroking the swell of her tits through the soft material of her bra. As I did so, I continued to move my hands around and around the swollen mounds. 
 
We were heading for the same place as the woman wriggled out of her unbuttoned blouse and got rid of her brassiere. I nibbled at the hard point of her nipple while I continued to rub my hand back and forth across the panty-clad mound of her clean shaven cunt, feeling the lips parting even wider beneath the soft cotton. Nancy's eyes were closed tightly and she was turning her head from side to side. Somewhere in the depths of her subconscious mind she was sure that what she was doing, and that what she was feeling, was wrong, and that she shouldn't allow it to continue. 
 
"Oh, Mr. Aspen," she moaned.
 
I moved my head downward and kissed my way across her belly, moving closer and closer to her pussy and as I did so she pushed off her skirt and panties.
 
I wasn’t wasting any time…this was not her inexperienced daughter that I was preparing to fuck. Just then, my finger penetrated Nancy's cunt and it was juicy and moist, and my finger was worming around inside it and moving in all directions at once.
 
Nancy’s hand moved knowingly under my sweatpants and almost instinctively, she began stroking up and down on the shaft of my tremendously throbbing prick.
 
I saw no reason to delay my satisfaction and I pushed off my sweats and rolled between Mrs. Whittier’s willingly spread legs. 
 
“Yesss Mr. Aspen. Fuck me.  Put your big, hard cock inside me.”
 
I moved forward and entered her and when about half my length had penetrated her pussy I stopped. Slowly I began grinding my hips in a tight little circle. The head of my cock scoured at the inner walls of her cunt as I ground my hips around. Then, continuing the circular motion with my hips, I began, slowly, to withdraw. When nothing but the swollen head of my prick remained inside her, I reversed direction. But this time, I rammed my hips forward with one powerful thrust, driving my swollen cock to the hilt inside her hot tight twat. Had the Reverend ever fucked her this way?
 
"Oooohh," she sighed. "Oh, Mr. Aspen, that feels so good!" Instinctively, she raised her legs high in the air, pointing her feet at the ceiling. This pulled the lips of her pussy even further apart. I swayed from side to side, rubbing her clit with the hair-covered mound of my pubic bone, and causing her to moan again.
 
Unable to prolong it any further, I began to pump my hips in and out in the age-old rhythm of fucking. Nancy wrapped her legs around my waist as though trying to drive me even deeper inside her. As I humped, her ass raised off the mattress and then pushed against it again. I drove relentlessly on, pumping in and out, up and down, all the while grinding my hips around and around and back and forth.
 
Suddenly Mrs. Whittier began to sob. "Oh, Mr. Aspen!" she cried. "I never felt anything like this before! Oh, I think I'm going to explode! Oh, yes, oh, yesss! Oh, it's terrible! Oh, it's wonderful! Oooohhh . . ." Her voice trailed off as her orgasm began to overtake her. 
 
I could feel the hot torrent of cunt-juice washing over my driving ramrod cock, and I felt my own orgasm beginning. 
 
"Get ready, baby, here I come," I muttered. And with that, the first hot blast of gism shot from the end of my prick, splattering against the back wall of her writhing cunt. Nancy must have felt the jets of juice pumping from my cock and filling her cunt to overflowing. Irene would have been delirious if I’d pumped into her like this, I thought. 
 
"Nancy," I said softly, "that was wonderful. I hope it makes you feel better. 

It was…it did Mr. Aspen…but I don’t feel like I got even with him. Can I suck your cock?”

“My God Nancy…oh yes…but why do you ask?”

“My husband, the good Reverend Whittier always wanted me to do it but I never would. Now if I let you…if I do it for you…and let you go all the way… you know… let you cum in my mouth…I’ll be getting even with him.”

The naked woman rose to her knees over me, her humungous breasts jiggling and wobbling with every move. My cock sagged limply and I. was sorry I hadn’t taken a Cialis. She reached out and fondled the semi-erect tube and then with a sigh that was more like a sob she said, “Treat my like a slut, Mr. Aspen. Like I’m a whore you’re paying to fuck and suck you.

I filled my hands with her voluminous titflesh, milking the floppy hemisphere as I said harshly, “Suck my cock bitch! Wrap those fat lips around it…all of it.” I got an extra surge of lust as I remembered saying almost the same words to her teenaged daughter barely three weeks ago.. Would she be as good as Julia? I doubted it. 
 
Without waiting for further instructions, Nancy leaned forward and took the entire head of my prick in her mouth. She just held it for a moment, letting her mouth fill with saliva. Then she parted her lips slightly so that two thin
rivulets of saliva trickled out from between her lips and rolled slowly down the shining length of my prick. Then, with a serpentine movement of her tongue, she lashed out at the little rivulets of saliva and stopped them with her tongue, just before they had reached the matted jungle of my black pubic hair. She rolled her tongue back and forth across the soft underside of the shank of my prick as she moved upward toward the tip once more.
 
Then she pouted her lips and planted a wet, noisy kiss on the purple knob and keeping her lips in her wide-open pout, she trailed them wetly down the upper surface of my rapidly hardening staff. 
 
The hot, pebbled surface of her tongue sent thrills shooting through my groin as she slowly lowered her head an inch by inch engulfed my cock.
 
“Glangh,” she gagged when the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. 
I let a long low moan escape my lips as the preacher’s wife ran the broad flat surface of her tongue over and around the satiny smooth skin of the head of my cock. Then, opening her mouth wide again, she lowered her head swiftly, swallowing my cock until I could feel the tip once again nosing at the back of her throat.
 
She held my cock in place with gentle pressure of her teeth as she swept her tongue back and forth inside her mouth, churning her saliva to a froth which played around my cock like ocean waves.

Then when Nancy took my hairy scrotum in her hands and began to softly caress the sac with her fingertips, I dug my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips up into the air, driving my cock all the way to Nancy's tonsils. With a slurping sound, she moved her head up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking hard each time her lips came to the throbbing tip of my cock. With her long fingernails, she raked gently at my sac of nuts. With her other hand, she reached around under my ass.
 
“Oh God Nancy…you’re good…you’re worth every dollar I’m going to pay you…and I can tell you’re sucked a lot of cocks baby.”
 
“Shlurp,” sounded wetly when she removed her pleasure giving mouth. “Hee hee…honest Mr. Aspen…yours is the first cock I ever sucked. Am I really doing it right?”
 
“You’re a natural cocksucker Mrs. Whittier. Too bad the Reverend doesn’t know what he’s missed.”
 
“On television…a satellite channel…there’s a video that give instructions. I looked at it tonight before I came over,” and with that her head went down again.
 
So she’d had the same teacher as her daughter. What would she say if I told her that Julia had learned that way too? Of course I wouldn’t.
 
“Take it all Nancy… right to the root,” I urged as I pushed on the back of her head. She looked at me with alarm and her shoulders shook as she fought the gag reflux and then suddenly and slickly I was sliding into her throat, the smooth constriction around my cockhead sending huge thrills through me. He nose was mashed into my pubic hair and her lips were wrapped around the very root of my prick. I held her there savouring the sensations and the sense of power I had over her. Sobbing gurgles sounded from her cock-filled maw and she struggled to lift her head but I held her down for a few more seconds.
 
“Glangh…hanngh…hanhh…couldn’t breathe Mr. Aspen,” she panted as she gasped for breath. I gave her time for two or three deep breaths and then pushed her head down again.
 
This time I went all the way in with no resistance. “Swallow Nancy …swallow and work you throat on my cock.” Obediently she did and the thrills were superb.
 
“Get on you knees on te floor, whore. I want you to kneel and suck me. You’re my fuck-slave aren’t you Mrs. Whittier? You’re an adulterous bitch and a whore and you like having strange men fuck you and sucking their cocks don’t you?’
 
I could see how her huge, soft breasts heaved and jiggled as she knelt between my knees and looked up at me with a servile expression on her face. I guided her head forward only now I needed no pressure on the back of her head. She took in every inch and ground her nose against my pubis as if trying to take in even more.
 
I felt the hot juice in my balls begin to boil. My cock began to pulsate violently, and I could feel short bursts of hot cum beginning to work their tortuous way up from my nuts through the tight coils of tubing which led to the hole at the tip of my prick. 

"Oh, baby," I murmured, "I'm going to come. I’m going to cum in your hot, cocksucking mouth."

 
Immediately, Nancy backed off and began to suck vigorously, moving her head up and down and fluttering her tongue back and forth across my throbbing shaft. Within seconds I felt my orgasm beginning. The hot gobs of gism worked their way further and further along the tight tubes of my prick until at last, with a moan, I felt the first hot jet spurting forth from the tight slit in the head of my cock.
 
“Glanggh,” she gurgled when the first hot burst of semen struck the back of her throat. “Glungh…gluurrp,” she swallowed noisily and her cheeks puffed and hollowed as she struggled to keep up with the river of hot gism that pumped from the pulsating tip of my cock. 
 
The thin streams of white cream trailed their way down the length of the shank of my cock and matted in my pubic hair. She swallowed with big noisy gulps as the pulsations of my cock began to ease off. At last the pumping ceased completely and she raised her head to look at me.
 

“How much did you pay the Phillipina girls for that? Did I suck cock as good as they did?

“You’re fantastic Mrs. Whittier. But I don’t know anything about the Phillipina girls.”

“Ha! The older one, Juanita has been the local whore for at least a year. And I’m sure she cleaned more than your apartment. Can you take a picture of me with your cock in my mouth? And maybe get some white stuff… lotion or something that looks like semen that I can put in my mouth for another picture?

“You’re going to have to get me hard again…and after what your cunt and your mouth have done that’ll take some work. Can you come back tomorrow?”

“Was I a good whore Mr. Aspen?”

“You’re a great lover Nancy…and a fabulous cocksucker.”

“I think I’m flattered Mr. Aspen. And I’ll warn you before I come for photos.”

After she left I relaxed with a nightcap and wondered about my remaining days before the Christmas break.