College Interruptus

Chapter Twenty Five

Shameful Memory

I didn’t have long to wait. On Friday night after the dance class Mrs. Whittier called and announced that she was coming for the photographs. I was still well drained from the previous night’s encounter but the sight of her matronly body and her huge jugs re-ignited my libido.

I’d call our coupling a quickie because she said she couldn’t stay long. Then came the photography. I was thankful for a digital camera since I was able to do an immediate check on the quality.

We did one pose showing only my groin area with her lips wrapped around my cock and a second that showed me in her mouth with some thick, creamy hand lotion, make believe cum, seeping from the corner of her mouth. We did another of her sitting on me, impaled on my prick. That photo showed all of her body and especially her huge, naked breasts but again nothing above my groin was visible. The final shot was of her cunt with a generous dribble of pseudo cum leaking from the gaping lips.

Saturday was quiet and since it was June’s ‘time of month’ I spent the evening alone.

On Sunday at Mass I invited Father Murphy to have dinner with me at The Chinaman’s which he did.

After a delightful dinner…Mr. Chan liked cooking for me because he could do authentic Szechuan Chinese dishes and Father Murphy was surprised and impressed by the meal. We also put away two bottles of wine and it seemed right to go back to my apartment for nightcaps.

Since we both had the same first name we agreed to stick to formal addresses, Mr. and Father. It was Father Murphy who supplied the opening for more intimate conversation.

After his second Lagavulin Father Murphy who appeared to be under the influence of alcohol asked: “Are you tempted sexually by your nubile students, Mr. Aspen?”

“I’m sure that nobody would understand that temptation more than you, Father. They give me a constant itch. And I know that you have succumbed to that in the past.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“My home town is not far from the Heavenly Dove Convent…and word gets around. And I know about Janet Williams too. But none of that need to bother you.”

“Oh God. I’m a sinner. I always knew I’d be called to account. Do you want me to resign…to confess…or what do you want?

“I meant it Father Murphy. What I know shouldn’t bother you. I’ve been as untrue to the trust given to me as you have. But I need an adult to talk to about it. Did you really fuck little Janet Williams?

“Oh God! You make it sound so…so awful. But she needed it…she needed human closeness. Can’t you understand?”

”I understand totally Father Murphy. “I too have taken advantage of my trusting schoolgirls. Was Janet a virgin?”

“Yes. I am guilty of that too.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Father, I’ve had two virgins since I got here and two married woman and three girls who had been fucked before. Maybe you idea of feminine perfection needs to be modified? Have you had any of your other parishioners?

“One of the Phillipina girls, Juanita…and one married woman. I won’t tell you her name but she’s not Catholic.”

When he added the qualifier,’she’s not Catholic’ my immediate thought was Nancy Whittier but it didn’t matter.

“We’re both human, Father…we have urges that are difficult to control. We’re like God made us. The important thing is to be like a doctor, do no harm. I’m sure you’ve done no harm to Janet…or any girls you may have known in the Convent.”

“I pray nightly that I haven’t. Are you going back to your home town for your Christmas break?”

“Yes. I’m from a close-knit family.”

“There’s one Sister at the Convent I’d like you to take my regards to, Sister Lisa. And also the Mother Superior, Ursula. Will you have time while you’re there?”

“I should have lots of time if the driving conditions are good and we don’t get a slippery road winter storm. I’ll likely go after the New Year if you want to give them a postal warning…unless you’re wired to them with e-mail.”

“No e-mail. Against the Convent rules, even for Ursula. I think the Monsignor is afraid they’ll tap into porn sites and their banked libidos will burst into flame. Sorry, that a sinful and disrespectful comment to make. I’ve had too much to drink. But I’d really like to do this again after you return. Being the Parish Priest in a mainly Protestant village is a lonely job. I need an open minded person to talk to and I think you are the one.”

”I too enjoy the opportunity to talk freely to someone other than a parent. I’m looking forward to having bi-weekly dinners next year.”

After Father Murphy left I checked my e-mail and found a message that Brad had forwarded from my mother.

“Dear Son,

We’re looking forward to seeing you but there’s a minor complication. Your Aunt Bea and Uncle Jim are coming too for a week along with Barbie. That means that you have to give up your room to Bea and Jim. I think it’s been at least five or six years since you’ve seen them and you’ll certainly see a big difference in Barbie. She’s sixteen now and becoming a real beauty.

Love,

Mom & Dad”

It was not good news. I liked my uncle and aunt and for that matter I also like Barbie but that was the problem When I’d last seen her she was twelve or maybe thirteen and although I have lots of things to be ashamed of in my life, my experience with little Barbie was the most shameful.

It was summer, four years ago and I was going into Grade Eleven. Aunt Bea who was Mom’s sister and Uncle Jim came to visit and that time, just like the Christmas plan, I moved to the bedroom over our garage.

Of course Barbie was twelve years old and a little girl in my teenaged eyes. Mind you she was a few inches less than five feet tall so physically she was little although I could see from her t-shirts that she was developing breasts and her shorts showed that her hips and ass were nicely rounded. But nonetheless she was still a little kid as well as being my cousin so I suppressed the lewd urges that the sight of her pretty face and shapely body aroused.

It happened on a Sunday when our parents went to a special church event that was an all afternoon affair followed by a dinner. It was a warm day so I left Barbie watching TV and went to my room over the garage which was a bit cooler than the house.

It was a big, comfortable room that I entered via a stairway from the garage. It was a two car garage and the bedroom occupied all the space above except for the en suite bathroom and a little entry alcove at the top of the stairs. It was well furnished with a queen-size bed, a dresser with mirror and two or three casual chairs. There was also a TV and VCR.

Because of the heat I stripped naked and sprawled on the cool, multi-coloured satiny bedspread. At that time I had very limited sexual access and I was perpetually horny. Lying and relaxing I felt the warmth in my groin as I pictured my little cousin with what I was sure was a smooth, hairless twat. My sex-starved organ sprang immediately to full erection and I began to stroke it.

I imagined that little Barbie was giving me a hand job and I prolonged the event, dreaming that it was she who was fondling my balls and smearing the pre-cum over the taut skin of my cock.

I looked past my feet at the dresser at the foot of my bed and my already hard cock jumped in response to what I saw in the mirror.

Barbie was standing in the alcove. Her feet were spaced about two feet apart and her hand was up under her dress. There was no doubt about what she was doing. She was watching me masturbate while masturbating herself. Her face was flushed and even though she was at least twelve feet away, I could hear her laboured breathing.

Suddenly my twelve year old cousin was transformed from a little, closely related girl into a sex-hungry minx. She needed what I wanted. In a flash with no thought of consequences I was out of bed and beside her. She looked up in shocked alarm as I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bed.

“No! Oh no Joe! You can’t!” she cried out as I threw her little body down, reached under her short dress and literally ripped off her panties. My concern about her youth had dissolved before the onslaught of my mindless lust but the presence of a significant bush showed that she was past puberty.

“No Joe! Hanh! Stop! I’m gonna tell!” my little cousin protested as I held her down and pinned her arms above her head as I struggled to get between her short legs. I was bigger and much stronger and in no more than a minute I was holding both of her wrists with one hand while I used my free hand to pry her legs apart.

I could see tears on her pretty face but to be this close to fucking…raping my pretty little cousin had me lust-driven beyond reason. I used my weight to pin her hips and stop her movements to escape and used my knees to force her legs apart.

“Whannh…nooo….please stop Joe,” she wailed and she began to sob.

“You’re getting what you were thinking of when you spied on me,” I grunted and then the head of my throbbing cock felt the furry nest that housed my objective.

Suddenly, when my cock closed in on her cunt Barbie stopped struggling. “Don’t Joe. Let me use my hand. Then I won’t tell.”

The abrupt end to the girl’s struggles allowed me to guide my cock to the hot mouth of her vagina. She aided in her own violation for the narrow passage was wet and well oiled with her own secretions and although she was tight I slid inside.

“Nooooo! Nooooo! Stoppp!” my cousin wailed and she began to struggle again as I pushed in. By then however my knob was collared in the hot clasp of her cuntmouth. When her hips heaved and she tried to buck me off she took in more of my cock and when the head of my cock hit her hymen she sobbed, “Nooo…Hurrrtsss,” and belatedly her ass dropped down to the bed as she tried to preserve her virginity. I felt the barrier but then it was suddenly gone and I rammed the full length of my virile, young tool to the bottom of Barbie’s cock-skinning sheath. I bumped her cervix and kept on pushing, ignoring her sobbing cries of, “No…no more…no more!”

The girl seemed to lose all physical resistance as I sheathed my full length in her juvenile cunt. Her distress had however dampened my libido or I would likely have pumped my load into her right then.

I was not very experienced but I’d read lots and taking advantage of Barbie’s docility I reached down between us and found a hard, slick bump that I guessed was her clitoris. She lay open and limp under me as I slowly fucked her, savouring the hot, wet clasp of her cuntal passage which was, to that time, the greatest, most sensual feeling I’d ever experienced.

“Yesss Barbie…oohhh yesss…you feel so good,” I moaned as she looked up at me with frightened, tear filled eyes. I don’t know how long that phase of our coupling continued but likely it wasn’t long since she’d done some prior stimulation. First I felt a loosening of her thighs around my hips and then an almost imperceptible tic of her hips under me.

“Hanh…no….hanh…Joe,” she whimpered and the movement of her hips became more pronounced. Yes, I had her hot. But it was too much for me.

Then her whole body tensed and her hips rose one final time stretching upward in the air and holding my prick all the way in her trembling pussy.

My own orgasm exploded within me as I watched her pretty face twist in a grimace that was likely the visual evidence of her climax. Unable to move my cock in and out of her because of the raised position of her body, I felt my whole shaft jerk inside her, the hot, copious cum spurting out wildly with each jerk of the imprisoned dick.

“Oh God Barbie…oohhh God,” I moaned as I slumped down on her small, limp frame. “I didn’t plan for this to happen.”

“Are you done? Have you satisfied yourself with me?”

“Oh Barbie…I’m sorry,” I lied. I wasn’t the least bit sorry but I was very much afraid that she’d tell.

“Get off me…take you thing out of me. You’re gonna really be in trouble when I tell Mom what you done.”

I pulled out of her cum-flooded passage and saw a trickle of red-stained gism leak from her deflowered cunt.

“Are you going to tell her how you were fingering yourself while you watched me jerk off? Do you think that maybe she’s going to blame you as much as me?”

“I’m still gonna tell on you. You just ruined me,” and she smoothed her summer frock down over her belly and thighs and walked gingerly down the stairs. I didn’t sleep that night, waiting for Aunt Bea or my parents to come for me. But they didn’t.

I didn’t go to breakfast next morning but Mom called me down to say good bye to our visitors.

“I don’t know what’s the matter with her,” Aunt Bea said, referring to Barbie. “I think she’s just sad to be going and she doesn’t want to say good-bye.”

At least, I thought, she didn’t tell them that I’d raped her. Would she still stay away from me at Christmas? I wonder how much bigger she is? Since she didn’t tell them about what I did before maybe I could do it again?

Despite Mrs. Whittier’s marvelous performance on Thursday and Friday by Monday I was feeling randy and already thinking about how I would miss the readily available sex I was presently enjoying when I went home for a month. Irene seemed to have taken a vow of chastity or something because she wouldn’t accept even my direct invitations to get together and I was able to see that she was not having guests as before.

It was a month since that memorable occasion when Julia demonstrated her television-taught deep-throat abilities. Each school day I looked at her with lust and she reciprocated with what looked like adoring eyes but it seemed that others were safer and more available.

Several times during the week Julia asked me for help with one her math and science lessons. She seemed to want to say more but each time I broke off our contact, aware of the other students’ eyes on us. Wednesday however which was the day that Grade 8 was last to leave she fumbled with her books which allowed Fuyu to go first.

“I can’t say I’m late like I did last time Mr. Aspen but I just have to see you…to visit you,” she said in a low voice as she passed my desk on the way out. “Tomorrow night when my parents are at prayer meeting I’m coming here to see you. I’ll suck your cock again if you want me to but you just gotta fuck me. Now that you showed me how good it is I just want all the time to be fucked.” And then she was out the door.

True to her word Julia rang my outside doorbell shortly before seven.

“Let me go to your bedroom by myself,” she said softly. I’ll call when I want you to come in.”

“It’s OK Mr. Aspen. You can come in now,” she called out after about three minutes. I went in, my erection already bulging the jogging shorts I wore.

My precociously large breasted Grade 8 student stood naked by my bed with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back as if trying to raise her heavy, sagging tits. She was smiling at me with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared and the tip of her tongue showing like she wanted to remind me of what joys those lips and tongue could impart.. The wet, clean shaven lips of her vagina were presented to my eyes like a slave girl trying to grow the price for her wares.

With her gaze fastened on my face watching for my reaction her left hand slid slowly down over her naked belly, the fingertips dipping lower across her bulging mons and finally reaching the glistening pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, Julia placed the thumb and forefinger of her hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her erect clitoris to my lust-ridden gaze. With her right hand then the busty schoolgirl traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And slowly the adolescent temptress stroked her clit, rubbing her finger in rhythmic cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, pink cunt.

“You want to fuck me don’t you sir?” she asked with a sexy smile.

Quickly I dropped my shorts and freed my erection to the cool air as I moved close to her and eased her down onto her back on my bed. I knelt over her, my knees between hers and I forced my hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. My hands cupped her firm ass melons and I could feel her undulating her body against me in slow, teasing rhythm. As I mauled her buttocks and felt the muscles flex she raised her legs, opening her body to be fucked.

"You feel good, Mr. Aspen," Julia breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across my back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. I pushed my hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of my hands, pulling her crotch hard against me. I moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against my loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of me, her calves locking against the back of my thighs, pulling me tighter to her.

"Oohhhh, fuck me!" Julia wailed in her girlish voice. "Fuck me now, Mr. Aspen, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"

I began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between our bodies, circling around my palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. I groaned animally as I felt her hands move my prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, hairless lips of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-engorged shaft, and I knew I couldn't hold back another second. Now! I had to fuck her now!

I flexed my hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove my huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

I felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around my fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, I hit bottom, my balls slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the uptilted cheeks of her ass.

I ground my pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath me, fucking into the schoolgirl with long, hard strokes. She strained back under me, arching her loins up at me, lifting them both a few inches off the bedspread. Julia moaned and mewled wildly under my pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around my hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon. As I fucked her I looked at her lust-flushed young face and could hardly believe that this was only the third time she’d been fucked.

I reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as I drove my pistoning cock into the hot, tight moistness of her pussy. I stretched the moons of her ass wide with my hands, and then dipped my middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where I was fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and I probed experimentally for a moment. I planned to take more time to prepare Julia for buggering than I had with Christine. Then I thrust forward with my middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and my finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage. Julia leapt her body upward to crash into my with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of my digital entrance.

And then Julia was screaming for me, saying, "Don’t stop…do it…feels funny, different but I like it, I like it, I like it!"

I thrust my finger deeper, sinking my finger to the second knuckle and then she began to push down onto my finger just like Christine did. And like it had been with her friend, I could feel through the thin wall the underside of my driving prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt. She was whining and panting, impaled in both lower orifices by my cock and my middle finger,

“Fuck me Mr. Aspen…Fucckkk meee,” she whined as her writhing increased in intensity. It was hard to believe that only two months ago this writhing, underage sexpot had surrendered her virginity to me. Julia continued to chant the sex words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring me on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on my back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering me the full expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as my young schoolgirl sought to achieve her imminent release.

“Cumminnng…I’m cumminnnnggg Mr. Aspen! Fuck meee!” The words burst from her throat in a low wail and she pulled her thighs back tighter, mashing her fat breasts until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to my heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over my shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath me in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to me.

My cock jerked, and a thick load of my seed shot hard into her, spraying off the back of her passage. Her tongue shot into my mouth and her hands held my ass tightly, keeping me far inside her.

My penis pulsated again, another hot stream of cum shooting forth deep inside Julie's vagina. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I could only press my lips on hers as I was completely lost in my mighty orgasm. More of my sperm emptied into her as my cock continued to jerk inside her.

Finally, as I gasped for breath, breaking the kiss, the last of my cum trickled into her welcoming cunt. Smiling, she kissed at my lips as I tried to recover. My penis softened inside her, but she continued to hold me close, not letting me get away.

“Thank you Mr. Aspen. But I wish you didn’t make me wait so long.” Julia turned over onto her side and draped her upper leg over my hip. “I know I’m not the only one you do…do you fuck Ms. Simmons? Or Christine?”

“You know I can’t answer those questions but I’ll be truthful and tell you that there is someone else…not a schoolgirl.”

“I wish I could stay longer Mr. Aspen. Maybe then I could find out who it is,” and she began to ride my hip with her soft, cum-greased pussy. “But mostly if I stayed longer you’d fuck me again.”

“You’re right about that, Julia. You’re an amazing girl.”

We sort of chatted after that but she had to go home so finally she dressed while I lay back naked and watched her.

That night was my last sex in Pratt’s Harbour for that year. I got ‘flu and was incapacitated for the next weekend and although I taught the next week I was still not fully recovered.

On Friday, December 19 I bid a fond farewell…for a month I thought…to Irene and Mr. Dhillon among others and took the boat South. On Sunday, December 21 I was finally at my family’s home.