College Interruptus
Chapter Thirty
French Maid
I was pleased that
my students and not only Julia and Christine seemed happy to have me back. They were somewhat disappointed when I made
them stay for the full day on Monday but I was determined that thet would learn in the second half of the school year.
The new girls, Emilie
and Nicole attracted my attention but even moreso they attracted the attention
of the boys in the class. They did need
extra attention because their English was not good. Nicole was tall and less busty than most of
her female schoolmates but it was easy to imagine fucking her. She seemed quite timid but her thirteen year
old sister, Emilie seemed to be an open girl, properly appreciative of the
extra effort I was putting in and despite her youth I imagined fucking her
also.
Fuyu and Harmony
asked for more attention than usual and Julia and Christine had cat who stole
the cream expressions on their faces when they saw the other girls seeking
attention.
The week went by
quickly and on Friday Chantal took over what Irene had done and we did a
dancing class. The new girls were
excellent dancers and I danced with each of them twice. Their bodies innocently melded to mine and I
had some difficulty in avoiding giving them a feel of my erection. Unlike their mother they were fluent in
English.
“Notre institeur est chaud n'est pas il?”
I heard Emilie say to Nicole. “Faites vous croyez qu'il baise n'importe quels élèves?”
My French was far
from perfect but I knew that baise was fuck and élèves was students. What were they discussing?
“No.
il ne pas. il est un bon homme,” Nicole
replied with a shocked look on her face.
No and good man I
understood. Nicole would be shocked if she knew how bad a man I really
was. Were the girls virgins? What would Nicole say if I asked “Sont vous
une vierge?”
Chantal
came to my apartment soon after the dance lesson ended but I’d watched her go
to the shower as had I also.
“Damn, that’s good
scotch you drink,” my Chinese co-teacher said as she sipped the drink I’d given
her. “And I learned a lot tonight.
You’ve fucked Julia and Christine haven’t you? It shows in the way they look at you and dance
with you. And the French girls looked
like they’d spread for you right here on the dance floor if you’d asked. Especially the younger one,
Nicole. She worships you.”
“Don’t give me
ideas Chantal. I guess that means that
you have to really put out to keep me from those teenage temptresses.”
It was a good
night and I tried out one of the toys I’d brought back, a vibrating ring. I’ll
say more about it later but it enabled me to give Chantal several more orgasms
than I would otherwise been able to. I
fell asleep and when I woke at about 2 AM she was gone.
‘Thanks Joe. This is going to be a great year’ read the
note she’d stuck to the TV screen beside the bed.
I went back to
sleep right away and awakened at 8 o’clock.
I had a shower, put on a bathrobe and made the coffee. It was Saturday
and I had no obligations so I took out a bottle of TiaMaria to sweeten my
coffee.
At exactly 9 I
heard the doorbell and I let in my new housekeeper Simone Comeau. I helped her
off with her coat and saw that she was wearing a simple flowered frock but the
way her low slung boobs jiggled with every movement I was pretty sure she
wasn’t wearing a brassiere.
“Bon jour Madame
Comeau,” I said in my best high school French.
“Faites vous voulez une tasse de café?” (Would
you like a cup of coffee?)
“Vous
parlez le français bien, Msieu Aspen. (You
speak French well, Mr. Aspen)I no speak English that good. Et oui,
je voudrais une tasse de
café s'il vous plaît.”
(and I would
like a cup of coffee please.)
We chatted in both
languages and I noted that whenever I found reason to check something elsewhere
the level in the Tia Maria bottle got lower.
“Do you like
Pratt’s Harbour?”
“Oui…mais mon
mari travaille trop. Il est
toujours fatigue…too tired.” (Yes…but my husband works hard.
He is always tired) I realized then that the top three buttons of
her dress were open and I could see the creamy flesh of her tit-valley.
“Let’s sit in the
other room Miz Comeau.”
“Call me Simone, Msieu Aspen,” and she topped up her mug with some more
liqueur before going with me to the other room.
“I’m Joe…and vous êtes belle.” (You are
pretty) I put my arms around her and
she turned to face me. When my mouth covered hers her lipos
and teeth parted and she began sucking my tongue furiously.
I pulled her close
and ribbed my erection against her groin, feeling her legs part. We toppled onto the bed and I opened another
button of her dress so that her big, soft jugs flopped out.
I broke off our
kiss and filled my mouth with her opulent titflesh,
feeling the swollen hardness of her big rubbery nipples.
“Faites
vous aimez mes mésanges?” (Do you like my breasts?)
“I love your big,
soft tits Simone. You have tits like you
were born in Pratt’s Harbour.”
“Oh Joe…c'est faux, mais je suis
tellement excitée je ne peux pas vous arrêter. Sucez s'il vous plaît mes mésanges encore.” (Oh Joe…it is wrong but I am so horny I
cannot stop you. Please keep sucking my tits.)
“Have you cheated
on him before?”
“Non mais j'ai à mais il ne me baise jamais.” No I haven’t
but he never fucks me.)
I was unbuttoning
the front of her dress while I feasted on her breasts and she was attacking my
bathrobe. Quickly we were both naked for
she wore nothing under her frock. She
was definitely fuck-ready when she came.
“Votre queue est si grand,” (Your cock is so big) she murmured as
her warm hand grasped it. “Je n'ai jamais pris de queue aussi grand que le vôtre.” (I have never taken a cock as big as yours.)
“Votre chatte est
doux et humide et glissante (Your pussy
is wet and slippery)…I’ll slide into you easily. Is chatte the right
word for your cunt?
“Oui…comme pussy in english…or vagin ou con. J'aime
vous entendre parler sale” Yes…like pussy in English…or vagina or cunt. I like to hear you talk dirty.)
I moved over her
and she spread her legs to accept my knees between them.
“Je
n'ai jamais commis l'adultère avant.
Promettez-moi vous dire jamais.” (I never cheated before. Promise you’ll
never tell.)
“You have to
promise that also Simone,” I gasped as she guided my tool to her lightly furred
and juicily ready cuntal aperture.
“Oh oui Joe, il se sent tellement
grand,” ( Oh yes Joe, it feels so big,) the woman
moaned as she tilted her hips to take me inside. I thrust in slowly but before I was totally
sheathed in her fuckwell I felt the hardness of her cervix. I paused, flexing my tool within her and then
she seemed to open deeper. When I was mashed as close to her as possible she panted, “Vous allez directement par moi! Mais
Joe, faites vous avez un condom?” (You’re going right through me! But Joe, do you have a condom?)
“Je veux vous sentir
le con autour de mon queue nu (I
can feel your cunt around my bare cock) …let me fuck you bare pole
Simone…at first”
Her legs rose into the air as her fuck-saddle opened to take my hips
deeper between her thighs and twining her legs with mine she began to lever her
shapely body up to me. “Retirez avant que
vous éjaculez,” (Stop before you ejaculate) she gasped as
I pushed the head of my cock against the hardness of her cervix. Her husband must truly be exhausted if he
doesn’t take advantage of his wife’s skillful lovemaking I thought as I raised
my upper body from hers so I could watch her.
Simone’s belly bulged and flattened as she undulated her hips under me. Her pussy lips were distended,
stretched tightly around my shaft, and her clit protruded out beyond its monk’s
hood shelter, yet she never stopped her slow, rhythmic grind. With every downward thrust I made, she
exhaled and softly moaned; with every exhale and moan I felt like I sank a
little deeper into her luscious body. I started pushing back, timing my thrusts
with hers. Soon we had a rhythm -- in
and out and her breathing grew faster and then laboured.
“Je vais à l'orgasme,” I’m going
to cum) she gasped, “Je jouias, je jouais. Plus vite. Baisez-moi plus
vite!” (I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Faster. Fuck me faster!)
I wasn’t sure of the words but as she writhed
and bucked frantically under me I knew that vite meant fast and I concluded
that she was asking me to fuck her faster.
I began to hammer her causing her to grunt with each thrust and then her
legs locked around my hips.
“Yuh…Oui…oui…maintenant…jouais…je jouais,” (Yuh…Oui…oui… now…I’m cumming…I’m
cumming,) and I felt her jerk as her cunt muscles contracted on my
cock. I commenced the rapid, short
strokes as my semen began it’s rush from my balls and
then I felt the added wetness as I flooded her still spasming channel.
“Merci…merci beaucoup Joe… c'était le ciel,” (Thank you…thank you very much Joe…that was
heavenly) she panted as I slumped down full weight on her soft tit-pillows.
“Vous n'avez pas éjaculé vous a faits?” (You didn’t ejaculate did you?)
“Je suis
Simone désolé. Je ne pouvais pas le tenir. Votre con me trayait. N'a pas fait vous avez l'impression que j'éjacule” (I’m sorry
Simone. I couldn’t hold back. You cunt milked me. Didn’t you feel me go off?)
“Je l'ai senti mais j'ai espéré que je me suis trompé.
J'espère que vous ne m'avez pas rendu enceinte.” (I
felt it but I hoped I was wrong. I hope
that you didn’t make me pregnant.)
“You’re going to have to learn to fuck me in
English, Simone. J'ai
un comprimé qui préviendra la grossesse. (I have
a pill that prevents pregnancy.) And now I want you to get on top and fuck
me that way so I can squeeze your big tits.
Je veux jouer
avec vos mésanges grandes, molles pendant que vous me baisez. (I want to play with your big, soft tits
while you fuck me.)
“I try Joe,” she murmured as I rolled off her
quivering body. “I try to talk English,”
and she straddled me, guiding my erect tool to the dripping cuntal
orifice. Does baisez-moi
mean fuck me in English?
“Oui…and
when we orgasm we cum. I reached
over to the bedside table and got a new vibrating ring. The tightness around the base of my cock
would help me retain my erection and I stretched it to get it in place. “This will keep me hard Simone… et je crois que vous l'aimerez.” (and I think you’ll like it.)
“You want me call you papa? Antoine want me…veut que je l'appelle
le papa quand il me baise. (wants me to call
him Daddy when he fucks me.) I shave mon
con…like a little girl con…I think he pretend I Nicole.”
Simone slightly gaping cunt leaked a dribble
of sperm laden semen and then the head of my cock plugged the opening. She
slowly lowered her body, impaling herself on my cum-numbed tool. When she had taken me almost to the hilt I
reached down and turned on the vibrator.
“Mon Dieu
Joe! Ce qui est vous en me
faisant?” (My God Joe! What are you doing in me?)
“I have a vibrator against your cunt
Simone. Push down…yes…like that. Il vous ressemble ont un godemiché vivant à l'intérieur de
votre con. (It’s like you have a living dildo inside
your cunt.) My cock is the live dildo.”
At that moment I heard a slight sound and
when I looked at the bedroom door opening I saw her fourteen year old
step-daughter Nicole watching us, her eyes wide with shock. Then when she saw that I had seen her she put
her hand to her mouth and moved out of the room but I sensed that she really
wanted to continue watching. And she
did. The mirror at the end of the
bedroom enabled her to watch us while remaining outside and I guess she didn’t
realize that most mirrors are two-way devices so that if she could see us, then
we could see her. But in this case I was the only one who could see her because
her step-mother’s back was to the mirror.
“Mmm…you have such lovely big tits Simone… jolies grandes
mésanges molles. (pretty, big soft tits) And your cunt is so hot and
tight.”
“Joe…oohhh Joe… Ça-va
ça-vient…je jouais encore…Baisez-moi…je jouais.” (Joe…oohhh Joe…I
cum…I’m cumming again. Fuck me…I’m
cumming.)
Her jugs bounced and wobbled as she writhed
atop me, appearing to be torn between the desire to have my cock moving in and
out of her cunt and just pressing down so that the little nipples on the
vibrating ring were massaging her clit.
My pleasure was enhanced by the expression on
her stepdaughter’s face. Her pretty mouth gaped open and I saw in the mirror
what she saw. When her stepmother raised up my cock was visible and when Simone
came down Nicole flinched as if she could feel it in her own body. Then I realized that her hand was up under
her skirt between her legs and I could see that she was masturbating.
“Yes Simone…fuck me…fuck me with your juicy
cunt.”
“Joe…hanh…oui…je jouais encore… ainsi bon ... si chaud… oohhh
Joe… baisez-moi… baisez mon con chaud!” (Joe…hanh…yes…I’m cumming again…so good…so hot…oohhh
Joe..fuck me…fuck my hot
cunt.)
Simone rode me like that for another five
minutes and at least that many more orgasms before I saw Nicole’s hand moving
frantically under her skirt and she slumped slowly to the floor The sight of the young girl cumming took me
over the top.
“Simone…I’m going to cum… Je vais éjaculer.”
“Oui Joe…cum… remplissez-vous mon con de votre sperme ...
font un bébé dans moi.” (Yes
Joe…cum…fill my cunt with your sperm…make a baby in
me.)
I came; pouring stream after stream of hot, thick semen into Simone's skillfully
writhing body -- it was if my spine had melted and turned to
cum.
Straining up against her crotch, I used her big breasts as levers and pulled
her down on me.
Simone grunted loudly, “Ungh Joe…oui… J'ai l'impression que votre sperme me remplit... Je suis sûr
que je suis enceinte maintenant. (Ungh Joe …yes…I feel your sperm filling me…I am sure I am
pregnant now.) She slumped forward, her soft tits dangling for a moment
until they were mashed against my chest.
“Merci papa… votre petite fille est bien
baisée.” (Thank you Daddy…your little girl is well fucked.)
“I’d never want to fuck my daughter, Simone…but I have a lot of
schoolgirls I’d like to fuck. Next time borrow Nicole’s school uniform and I can pretend that
I’m fucking her.”
“Vous êtes un vieil homme sale Msieu Aspen…a dirty old man…but next time
I vierge…you can accoutumez-moi au travail…break me
in. I use Nicole perfume so you think
you baisez…fuck Nicole.”
I saw that Nicole was on her feet again and that she was listening to
every word. What would she do? Surely she wouldn’t tell her father would
she?
“I no clean your place today Joe.
Now have to do Ms. Chan’s. Is
OK?”
“That’s fine Simone. You didn’t
clean the apartment but you sure cleaned me.
You’re fabulous.”
“You good man too, Joe. I never said je jouais
so much before.”
Nicole had disappeared from sight as Simone rose and put on her frock.
“Simone feel like you still inside,” she sighed as she bent down and
planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my mouth.
Next time I’d get my cock in there too.
On Sunday at Mass I chatted with Simone and her husband and there was no
outward nervousness on her part. Nicole hung back although Emilie joined
in. She and Antoine both complimented me
on the quality of my French.
At the Protestant service I noted that neither Julia nor Christine was
present and after I found out that they were both afflicted with ‘flu. I was a bit disappointed since I’d been
planning some threesome activity but after Friday night and Saturday morning my
libido was well banked.
The next week was uneventful.
Nicole watched me all the time although she tried to hide the fact. What was she thinking? Our direct contacts occurred when I was
teaching her class and she seemed nervous, a bit frightened of me. Maybe that was a good sign.
Chantal didn’t know a lot of dances so the lessons she taught were heavy
into the slow, dance close type. I liked this because it gave me a chance to
get physically close to my schoolgirls.
Last week I’d been careful when dancing with Nicole and Emilie but
tonight I was quite the opposite. Nicole was stiff and she tried to stay apart
from me but with my hand placed firmly in the small of her back I was able to
draw her close. She was quite tall and
had exceptionally long legs so that by dipping my knees slightly I could push
my erection close to the sweet spot of her groin.
“Combien de garçons avez-vous baisé, Nicole ?” (How many
boys have you fucked, Nicole)I whispered.
She tried to jerk away from me and her face flamed red.
“Seulement un,” (Only one) she answered as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Did you like it as much as Simone does?”
“Non…Non, je ne veux
pas en parler,” (I
don’t want to talk about it) she blurted in a voice loud enough to attract
her sister’s attention.
My next dance was with Emilie and she was as pliant as last week but this
time I let her feel my erection pressed against her.
“Ce qui vous a indiqué à Nicole Mr. Aspen? Elle a agi étrange toute la semaine et est folle chez Simone” (What did you say to
Simone, Mr. Aspen? She acted strange all
week and is mad at Simone.) The thirteen year old was not backing away from
my erection and in fact it felt like she was sort of writhing against me.
“Just a little private matter Emilie. You can ask her.”
“I so happy you speak French Mr. Aspen but glad you try to make me say in
English. Vous êtes mon meilleur jamais professeur. (You're my best ever teacher)
Harmony
Chantal got a great workout that night.