College Interruptus

Chapter Twenty Nine

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On Monday morning as they entered the schoolroom together both Julia and Christine winked at me and placed their hands over they groins as if inviting sex. After more than twelve hours my libido was recharged but their subtle invitations made me nervous.

Grade by grade I spent three hours reviewing the first term’s work and outlining what was in store for the rest of the school year. At noon I gave them the rest of the day off.

After a light lunch I went to spy on my new neighbour. I’d go visit her later and take her to the Chinaman’s for dinner but I was curious to see more of her.

Chantal was standing by the bed and taking off her clothes. She’d been wearing a pant suit, a brightly coloured one quite unlike the business ones that Hillary Clinton wore. I watched as she removed the jacket and pants and carefully hung them in the closet. Piece by piece she disrobed and each garment was carefully stowed either on a hanger or in a dresser drawer or in the laundry hamper. Then, naked, she went to the bathroom and the microphone picked up the sound of the shower.

I poured myself a stiff drink. The woman’s discipline was almost scary. She wasn’t going to be an easy lay even if I decided to forget my friendship with her father.

After what seemed like a long shower she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She dropped it to the floor and revealed her lovely nakedness, her olive skin flawlessly smooth. She went to the closet and got a white blouse that she donned. She really didn’t need a bra anyway I thought. Then she took out a short, plaid skirt that I immediately recognized as the same pattern as the school’s issue. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled on black and white running shoes and at that point she could have been one of my Grade 10 (or younger) schoolgirls.

As I sipped my drink I saw her leave the room and come back with a water tumbler filled with an amber liquid. Was it whiskey? She sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. At once she flipped to a XXX movie and sat back watching it. I was fascinated and extremely aroused as I watched her hand slip up under her short skirt to begin to massage that clean shaven pussy. This lasted for less than a frustrating five minutes before she drained her drink, turned off the TV and left the room.

Soon after that I heard the ring of the doorbell from the classroom entry and I quickly turned off my spy system before I went to answer the doorbell.

“Hi Mr. Aspen…I thought you’d introduce yourself to me but I’m an impatient woman so if the mountain doesn’t come to Mohammed, Mohammed comes to the mountain.”

“Please come in Ms. Chan. I wanted to meet you but us Anglo types wait for an introduction. Anyway, welcome aboard. Can I offer you a drink?” She was wearing a short, plaid skirt, a schoolgirl uniform, but I didn’t ask why.

“You sure can. June Williams says you drink some awful whiskey but the way she described it makes me think it’s what I like. Pour me one of those.”

Quickly I poured her a stiff single malt. “Ice, Ms. Chan?”

“No, I’ll have it neat and I’m Chantal, not Ms. Chan except to my students. And Dad told me that you’re Joe so that’s what I’ll call you.”

“Great, Chantal. That’s a pretty name even without the alliterative connection with your surname.” (I was trying to impress her with my knowledge of semantics.) I passed her the drink.

“Ha! Makes me wonder about the alliterative connection of your name with ‘ass’. Hey, this is good stuff. Sure beats my Chivas. But how are you making out here teaching those big-titted Pratt’s Harbour sexpots? It must be frustrating…unless you’re acting like some of your predecessors and taking advantage of their inexperience and innocence.”

“It’s tempting but too dangerous. I just have to exercise the same sort of self-control that Father Murphy does but only while I’m here.”

”Ha! Father Murphy’s kind of self-control will get you in trouble but anyway, don’t bullshit me Joe. June Williams is my closest friend and you should know that she damn near passed up her scholarship so she could stay here and be your fuck-toy. And she told me lots about you--- and a lot of stuff her little step-sister old her about the good priest too.”

“June is a lovely girl, Chantal. I liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, sure. She told me how you trapped her but you didn’t need to go to all that setup. She’d have spread for you in return for a kind word---no, you didn’t even have to give her a kind word. She says she was so horny she was about to explode.”

“Yeah, I guess I was kind of devious but I’d been here for three months and I was kind of horny too.”

“Damn it Joe, stop bullshitting me. I know you were getting lots and I bet there’s not a cherry left in your class. And a couple of the men are wearing horns too. I don’t care. After what June told me I want to fuck you. That’s why I’m here in your apartment.”

I was suitably chastened by Chantal’s accurate assessment of my actions. And although in the three days since I got back I’d fucked three cunts the idea of adding a Chinese cunt to my collection, especially a beautiful one like Chantal caused my organ to quiver in anticipation.

“I guess I don’t have to seduce or coerce you then, Chantal. You aren’t built like most of your Pratt’s Harbour neighbours but I’m sure you know that you’re beautiful and even if you’re not afflicted with the almost excessive mammarial endowments of the other local women and girls you’re definitely not a boy or a child. Let’s go to bed.”

“Does my schoolgirl outfit turn you on?” Chantal asked as she went ahead of me to the bedroom.

“You’d turn me on if you were wearing a Burqa as long as I could see your face. Those eyes, that mouth…they advertise that you’re hot. Hot!!”

I slipped out of my sweatpants to bare my erect cock as we sat on the bed.

“Tell me more about you,” I asked as I placed my hand on a sleek, full thigh. “Did a teacher get your cherry too, like June’s?”

“Mr. Page was a real lecher. Gawwd!” The woman’s had grasped my upthrust tool with an almost reverent expression on her face. “”I’ve only had Mr. Page and a classmate at college so I’m not all that experienced but you’re huge. I don’t know if my hot little pussy can accommodate you?”

As the reader knows, I prefer the timid, submissive types and Chantal was a bit intimidating, a strong-willed, aggressive woman. But anyway I pushed her unresisting body down on the bed and when my hands pressured the insides of her knees her short legs spread easily. Lowering my head I began to lick the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, starting near her knees, and moving slowly upward toward the pink; clean shaven lips of her rapidly moistening cunt.
 
My eyes fixed on the narrow pink slit where a tiny dew drop of moisture glistened from the lovely Chantal's eager passionate response. Reaching the already quivering lips of her vagina I flicked out my warm tongue
tip, licking the pungent nectar from Chantal's palpitating pussy. Then I slid my tongue into the depths of the moist valley between Chantal's thighs, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating the vaginal lips upward to the swelling bud of her pink clitoris savouring not only the oily feel of her soft wet cuntli0ps but also the sounds as she gasped with her rapidly mounting excitement.
 

Her legs were raised now, her heels digging wildly at the bed. She rocked her hips, opening her blossoming folds to be licked. She gurgled quietly, plunging and rubbing her dripping pussy against my tongue and teeth and chin.

 
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm ... I love the way you lick my cunt," she said, her voice dreamy and languid. “Dad told me you like Chinese food but I bet he never thought you’d be eating me.”
 
With my thumbs, I spread apart the moistly clinging flesh of Chantal's pussy lips, until the shiny throbbing clitoris was completely exposed to my view. I dipped my face forward and eagerly began to suck on the sensitive area as my fellow teacher humped against my face in growing abandon. 
 
My cock was getting harder and more painfully swollen despite its recent satiation but I wanted to get her off at least once like this. I had her clit now locked between my lips while I thrummed my tongue against it. She rewarded me with a hug of her thighs and I know she could hear the slurpy sounds between her thighs growing louder as her juices and my saliva flooded her vulval flesh and my tonge worked it over good.
 

"Ohhh... Yaaahhhh! I'm gonna come, Joe! Ohhhhhh! I’m cummmiinnnggg!"

Chantal’s strong, short legs wrapped around my neck as she jerked and writhed in the throes of her climax. Just when I thought I’d have to forcefully break free before I drowned her legs fell away to flop down twitching and shuddering.

“Wow!” Chantal exclaimed after she got her breath. “I’m beginning to understand why June is crazy about you. Did you do that for her?”

“No Chantal. We just fucked.”

“Oohhh Joe…I never felt so…so honoured…so cared for. Nobody ever did that before and---and---I want to do it for you too. But first I want to try something that my Philipina friend Marie told me about and I’ve practiced but never done. Just lie on your back and leave everything to me.

I lay back and my cock pointed to the sky as Chantal came over the top and squatted on me. She opened up her cunt and eased my cock home. I felt the tip enter and slide slowly, very slowly high up into her and as I entered I could feel that she was using her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock as it filled her. She did not move except for her internal muscles and just sat there smiling down at me, our point of connection covered by the schoolgirl skirt she still wore and the sight was intensely erotic.

“Can you feel what I’m doing?”

”My Gawwd Chantal. Your cunt is sucking me like a toothless mouth. It’s fabulous. But you’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s what I want Joe. You made me cum and now I can return the favour.” She had now started moving slowly on me with a gentle up and down movement which kept up the friction without sending me over the edge. I stroked and fondled her firm, hard-nippled breasts and listens to her soft grunts as she laboured to squeeze my tool with her vaginal muscles. The sensations were unlike any I’d ever felt, the massaging of my sensitive cock-tip by her soft, mobile inner cuntflesh was bringing me to climax.

“Oh Gawwd Chantal…can’t hold it,” I groaned and as I did Chantal give one last thrust and a final squeeze of her cunt muscles caused me to explode into the depths of her writhing cunt. It felt like her milking cunt was drawing my balls right up inside.

“Yeah Joe---Oohh Yeah. I feel you. June told me you had pills for after and I feel like I’ll need one.” She looked down to where we were still connected. “Oh God Joe. You’ve stretched my little pussy so much. You’re so thick.”

“Just lie on top of me Chantal…you feel so good…so firm and warm…give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll fuck you properly.”

I must admit that my libido was sadly diminished but the feel of the lightweight, firm-fleshed young woman atop me was enjoyable. And she continued to squeeze my tool with her vaginal muscles which was slowly re-igniting my passion.

“Am I as good as your big-titted schoolgirls, Joe? Are they obedient ans submissive? If they weren’t before you fucked them I bet your big cock made them that way “Yeah. Oh God that feels good when you get had inside me. Roll on top of me. I want you to fuck me like that.”

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled until I was on top, my knees between her legs and my outstretched arms supporting my body above her petite but shapely form.

“It’s OK Joe. Lie on me. I won’t break.”

I slowly transferred my weight and crushed my little Chinese toy into the mattress. My hairy chest was pressed to her face but, as I thrust forward with my hips she tilted her pelvis and took all of me inside. I felt her cervix and then her passage opened deeper until the base of my cock was surrounded by her softly clasping labia.

“You make me feel like a little girl, Joe. You’re so big…big in every way and so deep inside me. Promise you’ll fuck me instead of your schoolgirls sometimes.”

I said nothing as I began to fuck her with long, firm strokes. And she was bit like having a little girl under me except that a little girl wouldn’t have been humping back at me as Chantal was.

“Yes Joe! Oohhh Yesss! Cumming…I’m cumminnnggg,” she gasped breathlessly after several minutes. “Harder…faster…want it all,” and her short legs wrapped around my hips and she levered her pelvis up to mine as her inner muscles danced around my cock.

“Oh Joe…fabulous…but now I want to suck your cock. You didn’t cum this time did you?”

“I think you milked me dry Chantal,” I moaned as I rolled off her small body.

Chantal got to her knees and knelt down over me as I lay and waited. Her small, firm breast bounced slightly as she knelt down.

My tool was throbbingly erect after fucking her to orgasm without cumming myself and with her eyes on it she ran both of her hands along my thighs. She giggled as I shivered from her light caress.

“Now let’s see here,” she remarked gently grasping my rigid cock and gently stroking it. She reached down with her other hand and began to massage my balls. I closed my eyes and gripped the edge of the bed as I felt her take just the tip of my erection into the warmth of her mouth and just run her tongue over it.

“Mr. Page taught me this Joe. Are you teaching your schoolgirls how to suck your cock?”

I didn’t reply and after a few swirls she started sucking on the end and then slowly started bobbing her head, taking just a small amount more into her mouth with each dip. I moaned in ecstasy as the warm silkiness of her mouth engulfed my cock, she stopped with about half of my cock in her mouth and then pulled her head off of it letting me slip out with a slight slurp. She stopped massaging my balls and instead moved down and began sucking on them, taking one into her mouth and then the other. Not wanting my cock to go unaided she moved one of her hands up and began stroking it slowly, the wetness that covered it acting as a lubricant to make it that much easier to pump. she opened her mouth a bit and took my right testicle fully inside, sucking and using her tongue to gently squeeze it. I moaned a bit louder and she started jerking her hand faster as she felt my cock jump a bit in her hand.

She let my balls out of her mouth and then moved her mouth back onto my cock.

Chantal didn’t waste anytime on foreplay, she just took me into that warm cave and sank down to my root, held me there for a bit before backing off till the just the head was left in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over it before again taking me down to the hilt. She repeated this a few times, each time holding me in her throat for longer and longer and causing me to grip the edge of the bed so tightly my knuckles turned white.

“Oh god Chantal, I’m gonna cum.”

“I want you to Joe…I want you to cum in my mouth,” she slurred, her mouth still partly filled with my tool.

She pulled back to the tip and started sucking and running her tongue over it. She moved one hand to my cock, jerking it off once more and moved the other hand back to my balls, massaging them harder but not enough to cause pain. I was biting my lip as I felt my balls tighten in her hand and my cock jump. She doubled her efforts at the thought of the creamy prize that was just ahead. I threw my head back, arched my back, and let out a yell. Her hands were a blur to me as I felt my balls boil over. She let out a moan of her own as I filled her eager mouth full of cream. She swallowed over and over as I continued to cum, I watched as some of it escaped from her greedy mouth and landed on my groin. I collapsed as my balls gave up the last of their store.

Chantal continued to pump me a few times to get all that she could out of me, and then let my rapidly shrinking cock pop out of her mouth. She licked her lips and then used her fingers to collect the bit that had landed on her chest.

“That’s the first time since Mr. Page that I did that Joe. Was I good?”

“You are a great cocksucker Chantal…and a marvelous piece of ass. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hee hee,” she giggled, “Maybe I did. And you’re a great stud Joe. And I won’t be jealous if you fuck every girl in your class as long as you save some for me. And I’m looking at the boys in your class. June told me that my predecessor was fucking two or three of them. Can you tell me which ones?”

“Maybe---another time but first I have to figure out what you can tell me in return.”

“Well I already told you that I know you’re fucking Julia and Christine. And my female intuition tells me that you can fuck the French girls whenever you want. I’ve seen how they look at you. You must remind them of someone because I know you haven’t had time to fuck them yet.