College Interruptus

Chapter Twenty Seven

Return to Pratt’s Harbour

Barbie had left my room at about three AM and I was exhausted. I awoke with an erection although, considering the workout my organ had received from my cousin’s equipment it was probably due, as the old rugby song put it, to urinary pressure on the prostate gland.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve that urinary pressure I came back to bed and only then did I realize it was ten AM. Somebody should have awakened me, I thought. It was Christmas day and even of we didn’t have stocking hung by the chimney there were gifts to unwrap and a hot breakfast to be enjoyed. My prick was tender from the friction of the girl’s well oiled passage, my pubis was bruised and I had a general feeling of fatigue and wellbeing but I got dressed and went to the main house.

“I’m sorry Joe,” my mother said when I came down to find my parents alone drinking coffee. “Jim’s mother had a stroke and we were called at six this morning. They packed and left right away. We all decided not to tell you although Barbie was more considerate and though we should.”

My first thought should have been sympathy for Uncle Jim but I’m ashamed to say it was dismay that Barbie would not be coming to bed with me that night.

The remainder of my visit was terribly boring and a sexual drought. I visited Father Murphy’s former hunting ground, the Heavenly Dove Convent and although I saw little, I saw enough to make me think I should enter the priesthood. I met Mother Ursula and especially after about two weeks of celibacy I was tempted to proposition her. But I was sober so I didn’t.

The only other non-family thing I did was to visit a sex store in a neighboring town and there I stocked up on sex toys. I had no specific use in mind but I’d seen Irene using some and I did a bit of Internet research and bought a selection.

I arrived back in Pratt’s Harbour on the boat on Friday, January 16. It was winter with lots of snow visible on the mountains but compared to the ice and snow of my home it was balmy.

I hadn’t really expected to be greeted but there on the dock was Reverend Whittier. He had a solemn look on his face but that was not really unusual.

“Come with me Mr. Aspen. Nancy has prepared a welcome home dinner for you although this may not be the place you really call home. There’s lots of news including that I’ve taken over as Chairman of the School Board.”

The dinner was OK, the same casserole that Mrs. Whittier had brought to me the first night she fucked me. To my surprise we also had wine with the dinner. But no news was provided. After we ate Reverend Whittier suggested that he accompany me to my apartment where in private he could disclose the new developments.

“I know it’s not the thing for a Minister like me but I know you have a fine scotch here. Can I join you in an after dinner libation?”

I poured generous dollops in two water glasses and we sat in the little sitting room. I waited for him to tell me what the news was.

“First Mr. Aspen, the Dhillons have departed. Matt sold his business to a man from the east coast. His name is Antoine Comeau…he’s about my age… and he has a wife and two children. His present wife is a lot younger and the girls are from his first marriage. Simone, his present wife speaks very little English. And Antoine was pleased to hear that you spoke French because his girls are not fluent in English. They’ll both be in your class. They are about Julia’s age or maybe younger. But that leaves you with the same size class as you started with since the Dhillon girls are gone.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting new people,” I said although after an almost three week drought I was mostly looking forward to some intimate female companionship.

“June Williams has gone off to start college somewhere in the city and the Philipina girls still haven’t solved their Visa problems. Mrs. Comeau says she’d be happy to do the weekly cleaning for you so unless you say different, she’ll be here next Saturday. But you can meet the family at church on Sunday…the Catholic service of course. As you can tell by the name their ancestors came from France.”

“Sounds fine to me. When is Ms. Simmons getting back?”

“I was saving that ‘til the last. We received a letter from her five days ago saying that for personal reasons she could not return. We’ve made an offer to Jack Chan’s daughter until the end of the year. She’s been going to University and is in her second year but she’s a local girl and well liked. And I guess she’s as qualified as you.”

I was seriously disappointed to hear that Irene was not arriving sooner. She was the safe receptacle for my carnal lust.

“Wow! That’s a lot, Reverend. I’ll miss the Dhillons and I liked the Philipina girls too but that’s life, I guess. I look forward to meeting Jack’s daughter.”

Whittier stayed long enough to help me demolish a fifth of Lagavulin and by the time he left I was drunken enough that the pangs of enforced sexual continence were dulled.

While I was doing my grocery shopping I met Julia Whittier and Christine Hansen the sight of their busty bodies gave me an instant erection.

“C’mon girls. I’ll buy you a coke,” and they followed me into the Chinaman’s restaurant where we sat in a booth.

“We’re glad you’re back, Mr. Aspen,” Christine said with a strange smile and a sideways glance at Julia. And you were right about why I was being snubbed by my classmates. Now Julia is my best friend. Isn’t that right Julia?”

“That’s totally right Chrissie. You’re a great teacher, Mr. Aspen,” and as she spoke she smiled strangely as had Christine and her friend giggled. “While you were away Chrissie and me used what you and Ms. Simmons taught us and had lots of fun. But we’re glad you’re back….aren’t we Chrissie?”

“I wish there as some place private where we could show you how glad we are,” and as Christine spoke she slid forward in her seat and pushed her knee against mine. Damn! What were these two underage sexpots doing?

I knew it wasn’t possible and was certainly too perilous to consider but I still hoped that one or the other of my schoolgirls would come that night. I cooked a simple dinner and then went to my bedroom to watch TV. At about 8:30 I heard the doorbell, pulled on my sweatpants and went to the door. Had one of them come to visit…and get fucked?

It wasn’t either of the girls. It was Nancy Whittier.

“I’m glad you’re back Mr. Aspen. I didn’t use the pictures we took…not yet. But he’s still screwing her.”

“Come in Mrs. Whittier,” and I poured her a stiff drink. “Why didn’t you show them to him?”

“I don’t want to make Julia unhappy. She’s so innocent and trusting. And I don’t know what will happen if I show him. I don’t have any money or a way to earn a living.” She put her hand on my thigh. “I guess I decided that I could put up with it if once and a while our big, handsome schoolteacher gives me a roll in the hay.”

I reached across to heft one of her soft heavy breasts which were obviously naked and loose under her blouse. As I did that her hand moved up my thigh to feel the erection that was partway down my leg.

We kissed and I led her to the bedroom and en route we both shed our clothes. I flopped own naked on my bed and she knelt over me, her big, fat breasts swaying over me.

"Aww, fuck..." I groaned as Nancy's tongue made a circular caress on the mushroom head of my cock. And when she dropped her head, her mouth forming a tight ring around me and lowered down the shaft, my head snapped back up to watch.

The preacher’s wife glanced up into my face while she slurped on my dick, small flames dancing in her irises at the wide smile across my face.

"Baby, you are so good at that," I mumbled to her. “Does the Reverend know that you’re an accomplished cocksucker?”

“The bastard doesn’t know…he never let me do it to him,” and her hand gripped my shaft and started jacking, I felt my balls squeeze and then contract, and I was spewing thick jets of cum into the back of her mouth.

"Aw, Hell… yeah..." I growled as I fired away.

Giggling around the shaft, Nancy swallowed quickly. A few drops leaked out and began their slow descent down her chin. At last, I was drained, and she reached up a delicate hand to wipe her chin.

When I caught my breath I lifted her to me and brought her head to mine for a tender kiss.

“I’m sorry Ms. Whittier…it’s been so long that I couldn’t hold back.”

Nancy was completely naked, her huge breasts close to my face and capped with big, swollen nipples standing at my attention. I dove my head between her legs, sinking my tongue into her moist channel.

Nancy was instantly moaning as I tongued her pussy, a familiar sound that spurred me on to eat her out more energetically. She was making little "oh" noises, and managed to let out a breathy "mmm... yes..."

The more I worked at her the more she kept panting, "yes... yes... YES!" I had added two fingers to the mix, her hips squirmed even more, and her thighs clamped around my ears as she screamed and came. I drank down everything she had to give me, and then bore down even harder to bring her off again. I'd gone almost a month already without having sex, and my newly- recharged tool was screaming at me to bury itself in the spasming folds before me. But the main course would have to wait just a little longer out of my respect for the philandering preacher’s wife and my intent to keep her as an occasional partner. For the times when I couldn’t fuck her daughter or her daughter’s best friend.

I knew exactly how to extract a quick orgasm from her. My expert tongue and lips going to town on her distended clit, and then I began to lick my way down the extremely sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. Nancy bucked into my face, pushing my neck back at the sensation, and then absolutely went nuts when my tongue rimmed her asshole. Was she still an ass-virgin? Maybe next time I’d find out.

Mrs. Whittier’s whimpers and cries filled the air, and when I finally dipped my tongue into the tender hole. Her feet were planted on the bed and she thrust her crotch at me, forcing my tongue a half inch deeper into her ass while she screamed and climaxed, creaming a fresh load of nectar into my face.

She kept quaking for another minute, neurons firing seemingly at random throughout her joints until she finally came down and let out a long, breathy moan. Nancy grinned shyly in the afterglow of her climax, spreading her legs and reaching her arms out to me. I clambered onto the bed, dropping my body onto hers and dipping my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own orgasmic nectar.

I rolled us both over until we were comfortably positioned missionary style. Nancy arched her back, pressing her big breasts into my chest while wriggling her hips in search of my dick.

I figured I'd been waiting long enough, and so with careful aim, I thrust forward. I growled as my shaft made its descent deep into Nancy's willing body, and she hooked her legs inside my thighs, pulling me even tighter to her until my mushroom head was nudging against her womb.

I was in heaven, making love with a woman while she whimpered and cooed into my ear, urging me on with soft "fuck me’s and squeezing my shaft with her inner muscles. "Mmm... harder... FUCK ME!"

I started to hammer my body against her, drilling deep down her tunnel with each push and slamming our hips together on each thrust. The more aggressive fucking had the desired effect as Nancy began clutching me more tightly, the whimpers louder in my ear before she finally just bit down hard on my shoulder as she climaxed again.

I growled at the pain from her bite, letting it feed my own pleasure and driving me to fuck her even harder in the middle of her orgasm. I was so focused on my pounding of her that I was caught off guard when she regained control of her limbs and flipped us both over. My cock slipped out and then I was suddenly flat on my back. And Nancy climbed back onto me, shoving my organ inside in one lunge as she picked up right where we left off. She rode me as if I was a mechanical bull. My eyes flared watching Nancy's big, soft breasts bounce and gyrate with her bucking motions. And then I felt myself getting close, my thrusting motions spilling out of my control and rapidly speeding up. Mrs. Whittier moaned and simply held on for the ride as I accelerated towards orgasm. My hands were on her broad hips jacking her buxom body against me, and I let the palm of my right hand drift across the drum-tight skin of her ass, until my middle finger found her asshole and pressed its way inside.

The reaction was immediate. Nancy's thighs suddenly clamped together and squeezed her pussy tightly around me. She threw her head back and screamed "Aaaaahhhhh!" as one final climax ripped through her body, and I was joining her as my gism erupted straight up in a massive explosion inside of her body.

Over and over I spurted, coating the woman’s insides with glob after glob of my sperm. Then at last we were both drained, and Nancy's naked body collapsed onto my sweaty chest.

“I hope you knocked me up Mr. Aspen. It’s the right time and I stopped taking the pill. And if you did I will have the perfect proof that I cuckolded the bastard…by having your bastard. Wish I could stay long enough to get another load of your sperm in my womb.”

‘My god, Mrs. Whittier…you don’t mean that do you? I think I brought back a morning after pill I can give you.”

“Maybe I’m just ventilating so I’ll have that pill just in case I change my mind in the morning. But am I good? Do you enjoy fucking an old married woman like me?”

“You’re superb Mrs. Whittier…and you’re not old.” Would Julia’s tits get as soft and floppy as her mother’s? “But I don’t want to have Reverend Whittier as an enemy. He’s now kind of my boss.”

“Don’t worry Mr. Aspen…but, hee hee…maybe I’d tell him I fucked you to preserve our daughter’s virginity…so you wouldn’t get so horny you seduced her,” and she got out of bed and began to put on her clothes.

“That’s terrible, Mrs. Whittier. What kind of man…schoolteacher do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a man before you’re a schoolteacher and don’t deny it. Those busty schoolgirls like Julia tempt you don’t they?”

“Not enough to go to jail and that’s what I’d be risking.”

“Maybe? I don’t know? But keep Saturday night open for me. That will help me cope with my husband’s infidelity.”

It wasn’t that late when Mrs. Whittier left so I had no problem in getting up in time to attend the church services. The first as usual was the Catholic service and there I had my first look at the Comeau family.

Antoine Comeau was a small, wiry man and his wife Simone was as tall as he and likely 15 pounds heavier. She had jet black hair, high cheek bones and a gorgeous, full-lipped mouth along with Pratt’s Harbour type breasts, wide hips and sturdy legs. The girls, Emilie and Nicole were younger versions of their mother.

Father Murphy greeted me warmly and promised to join me for Scotch prayers on Monday evening and then introduced me to the Comeau’s.

“Allo Msieu Aspen. Je suis heureux…excuse moi…parlez vous francais?”

“Je parle un peu, très peu.”

“Moi aussi avec l'anglais mais I try to talk English. I glad you want me remettre en ordre your maison. I come at neuf heures on Saturday.”

While we chatted I got a better look at her bosom. She wasn’t as large as the girls or Mrs. Whittier and she appeared to be lower slung. Damn. I mentally chastised myself for my line of thought.

At the Protestant service I kept an eye on Julia and Christine enough to know that they were watching me all the time. Julia’s mother had dampened my ardour somewhat but both girls looked absolutely desirable. How was I going to get into one of them soon?