College
Interruptus
Chapter Thirty Four
Emilie
Jouis
After the first
time I fucked Nicole I fell into a routine. The weekend were sexual satiety
beginning with Chantal on Friday night, Simone on three Saturday mornings out
of four, Nicole on the afternoon of the Saturday I didn’t fuck her stepmother
and a Sunday afternoon threesome with Julia and Christine. On Test Week I had
weeknight visits from Nancy, Aki and Fuyu.
Thank God for Cialis. I was still
young but not superman.
My spy camera soon
discovered that Chantal wanted more than once a week with me. Sunday afternoon the girls and I would watch
Chantal fucking one or another of their classmates. Adam first, then to Julia’s dismay her
brother John and then Jamal. Had Chantal initiated the intimacy or had the boys
after their education from Irene deduced that they had another horny
schoolteacher available? I’d ask her at
the end of the school year.
We had a week
break from March 20 to 29 but I chose to remain in Pratt’s Harbour. Winter was gone so I was able to hike the
hills although the higher ones still had snow on top. It was a relaxing week.
You would think
that with the variety of willing females available to me it would make the
virtue of the other schoolgirls more secure.
And in a way it did. But I still
had sexual thoughts about the busty thirteen year old black girl Harmony
Jackson and Nicole’s thirteen year old sister Emilie. But I didn’t seem to have time to pursue
them.
Ironically it was
April 9, Good Friday, a day of sacrifice that I moved on Emilie. (Or did she
move on me?) Increasingly it seemed since I began fucking her sister that she
acted provocatively. She didn’t have
large breasts to flaunt but her endowment was still more than ample for her
age. Often she went bra-less and often I
observed immodestly opened buttons on her blouse which revealed the creamy
swell of her cleavage but not quite her nipples. When my gaze was drawn to the view she would
pull back her shoulders and look brazenly at me as if inviting closer
examination. I resisted the temptation
out of fear of discovery but Good Friday was my (or her) undoing.
For the Catholics
in Pratt’s Harbour, Good Friday was an all day Mass. Father Murphy encouraged me to attend…I think
he harboured a hope of converting me…but I declined.
I awoke at eight,
showered, made coffee and was sitting at the kitchen table reading the last
issue of the Economist when the doorbell rang.
“Nous devons
parler, Msieu Aspen,” (we must talk) Emilie
Comeau said to me urgently when I opened the door to see the young
schoolgirl. Papa ask why Nicole get good
mark and I not.”
I let her in, my
spirits sinking as I wondered if my illicit liaison with her older sister was
about to be exposed.
“Sit down Emilie…tell
me what bothers you.”
“Je
“But Emilie,
you’re only thirteen. You’re too young.”
“I not too
young. Nicole only douze when Uncle
Pierre did her first time. And if we no
move here he do me too by now. And you
plus beau than Uncle Pierre. I old
enough and you make me how you say, horny.”
“But Emilie? Are you still a virgin.”
“Je suis toujours
vierge physiquement mais pas dans la tête, (I'm
still virgin physically but not in head) I use finger and pretend you
baisez-moi…fuck me. I want good mark but
want fuck too.”
To my shocked and
delighted surprise my young schoolgirl got up and went to my bedroom, shucking
off her clothes as she walked. When she reached my bed she was naked and she
turned to face me.
“Je veux que vous
prenniez ma virginité M’sieu
“It’s wrong Emilie,”
I protested weakly as I pushed down my sweats and shorts and freed my rampant
staff.
Oh Msieu…votre
robinet est si grand !” she exclaimed and further aroused my lust for the
shapely, underage schoolgirl.
Then after a long
look at my semi-erect penis, she stepped closer in front of me and pulled my
hands around her waist as she pressed her naked body tightly against me. I
started caressing her naked back and soon I was softly stroking her from her
sides up near her breasts, to her shoulders, back down to her firmly rounded
ass.
Emilie had both
hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and pressing her firm breasts and
pelvis against me. I bent my knees and
soon she had my penis trapped between her legs, and was softly rubbing her
pubic bone and mons against it. I could
feel her lubrication starting to spread across the part of my penis that she
was rubbing herself against.
I gently urged
her away from me, and as I looked down I could clearly see the hood over her
clit peeking out from the top of her cleft, and the tops of her inner lips not
far below it. I was also greeted by the
sight of her crinkled areolas, and very erect nipples. I saw too that her knees were a bit wobbly,
and that she had already started to develop a bit of blush on her face and
across her shoulders and the tops of her breasts from her arousal. She looked at me though half-lidded eyes,
clearly very excited, and willing to continue.
“What do you want
me to do Emilie?”
“Touchez-moi.
Caressez-moi. Sentez ma chatte.” (Touch
me. Caress me. Feel my cunt.)
“Practice your
English Emilie. I’m going to fuck you, pas va te faire foutre.”
“Mais I no know
English words Mr. Aspen. Baise et robinet et chatte not in books you gave us.”
I leaned down to
give her a kiss on the lips. She eagerly
responded and she quickly followed my example when first I opened my mouth
slightly, and then touched her lips with my tongue. In just a few moments, we were fully involved
and she was kissing as though she'd been doing it all her young life. As we kissed, I moved a hand up, and started
caressing her breasts - first one, then the other; cupping them, giving them gentle
squeezes, rubbing my thumb over her nipples, and circling her nipples with a
finger. Her response to that was to
press herself into my hand even more, and increase the activity between our
tongues.
“Mes seins non
grands comme Nicole ou Julie. You like
anyway?”
“You have lovely
breasts Emilie,” and I bent lower to take one of the rigid nipples between my
lips and suck it. Maybe it was because
she’d never had it done before or perhaps her breasts were highly sensitive but
either way she pushed against my mouth.
Then when I heard her start to pant I laid her on the bed, kissing her
all over her face as I did. When she was
finally on her back and her legs stretched out, I started working my way down:
the hollow of her throat, her collar bones, her upper chest, the tops of her
breasts where they rose out of her chest, her sides, between her breasts, and
finally - with her hands in my hair - her breasts again.
I could smell the
delightful aroma of her excitement: a musky but sweet and fresh scent, an
exciting odour that I knew promised a clean and pleasant oral experience. Was she really a virgin? Had she ever been eaten? Was I going to have the triumphal experience
of giving this thirteen year old schoolgirl her first tongue-made orgasm and
her first cock-made climax too? My cock
throbbed and I drooled in anticipation.
I let my hand
trace it's way down her body, until I reached her mons, where I softly stroked
the outside of her vagina, and made the occasional lap around her
clitoris. I was delighted at the amount
of lubrication she released, more than enough of it to keep her inner lips and
clitoris moistened so that when I started to slide my finger into her and I
could hear her when she had a little catch in her I sensed her apprehension.
Lying beside her
my mouth traced its way down her belly to her navel, where I licked around it a
bit and she started arching herself up toward me, and pressing my face into her
abdomen. Slowly I moved further down to
her mons. I felt the soft stubble, the
beginning regrowth from a week old shave.
Did all girls now shave their pussies, even when they were barely
through puberty? I paused there, and
looked up toward her face.
She was biting
her lower lip and when I raised my head from her groin she uttered a faint
groan that I read to be disappointment.
“Est-ce que
voulez-vous que je mange votre chatte ?”
“Oui! Ohhh Oui. Mangez mon cunt chaude s’il vous
plait.”
When I buried my
face in the pulpy wetness of her cunt it
only took her a few moments to try and kill me: about the time I got my tongue
on her clitoris, she snapped her legs together, and I was afraid she'd break my
neck. With a little effort, though, I
was able to pry her legs apart again, and continue: alternating between drawing
little circles with my tongue around her clitoris, and licking around her
vaginal lips, and gently sucking them into my mouth and nibbling them.
My little
schoolgirl’s excitement was now at its peak, and she was slowly humping her
pelvis into my mouth. I inserted my tongue in her vagina and I though she was
going to bruise my lips with her pelvic bone, she raised her hips so fast. I proceeded to fuck her with my tongue and
she humped herself in such a way that about all I had to do was stick my tongue
out, and let her do the work. Would she
move that way with her juvenile cunt filled with a big cock?
I moved a bit
higher so that my chin was pushing into her vagina and my lips were gripping
her hard, slick clit. I sucked it and
teased it with my tongue. Emilie was grunting and moaning and gasping for breath
and her hands were on my head pressing my face into her crotch and muttering
incoherently. I held her hips firmly and
flicked her clit with my tongue and suddenly she snapped her pelvis up again,
slammed her legs together, and pushed my face into her as she spasmed. With my mouth I could feel her vaginal
muscles as they clenched, time and again pushing even more of her fragrant
juices onto my chin and down her ass.
“Mon Dieu. Je viens. Je jouis je
jouis,” I heard her cry out, the
sounds muffled by her clasping thighs.
Her breathing stopped for several long seconds, as she experienced the first
spasm of her first orgasm. Then she
gasped, and had another spasm, this one a bit shorter than the last. Several
more times it all happened, with each period shorter than the one before, until
she was finally able to breathe continuously.
It was only then, thoroughly exhausted, that she released my head from
between her legs, and lowered her ass and pelvis to the bed.
As she gasped,
trying to get her breath back, I moved back up, so that I was lying next to her
when she opened her eyes. It took her a
few seconds to focus, and a couple more before she was able to recognize
me. When she did, though, she wrapped
her arms around my neck, and hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe. She finally let go, and laid back again; it
was another minute or two before she could try to talk - even then, it took her
a couple of tries before she was able to get anything out.
“Merci M’sieu Aspen, merci beaucoup. C'était impressionnant…awesome!” “Are you going to do that for me?” I knew, after the excitement of eating her and hearing and feeling her cum I’d blow my load before I got all the way in unless she relieved the pressure. “Est-ce que voulez-vous que je emploie ma bouche?” (Do you want me to use my mouth?) “I want you to suck my cock like I ate your pussy. Sucez mon robinet.” The thirteen year old schoolgirl looked at me with a sexy smile. “A boy asked me do that and I told him he crazy. Mais in grade six quelques mauvaises filles sucez le robinet et baise dans l'âne. Allez-vous me baiser dans mon âne? (are you going to fuck me in my ass?) “Maybe,
but not today,” and I slipped a hand under her and manipulated her body until
she was kneeling over me. I urged her left
hand closer to my rigid staff and it snaked out to encircle my prick, to begin
to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and
forth and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress my balls,
cradling their softness in her palm.
“You’ve
given hand jobs, haven’t you?”
“Twice she said as
her pink tongue flicked over her red lips, her eyes resting hotly on the
granite-hard expanse of my weapon and the wrinkled sac of my bloating balls
Poised on all
fours now, kneeling between my widespread thighs, her head lowered almost to
the tip of my upthrust cock, stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first
one hand, then the other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both
hands, further arousing me.
Emilie
plunged her head forward and down. I felt the incredible, hot moist softness of
her lips close over the sensitive head of my cock, felt her firebrand tongue
lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans
opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. My hands in her hair
tightened and I thrust my loins upward, driving the length of my massive prick
deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back
of her throat.
Emilie drew back
slightly, her eyes on my own as she began to suck me rhythmically, with all the
practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover. At that moment I was sure
that I was not the first to sample her skilled mouth and I doubted that I’d be
first to sample her adolescent cunt either. I watched her convoluted lips
working on my cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and
then back in again as she sawed her mouth half the length of my rigid tool. The
sight of her sucking me increased my arousal, and my loins tensed and jerked
upward into her face until she gagged and backed away when my cock hit the back
of her throat. Then as she raised her
head I saw the blue-veined shaft glistening with her saliva.
Emilie slaved over
me and the pressure grew and grew in my balls, and I shoved my loins up hard
against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in my desire
for the final release of the maddening buildup of semen in my scrotum
I felt the
eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the
passage of my plunging cock. I gasped as my cock began a sudden wild,
convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Emilie's madly sucking
mouth. Reflexively she backed off but my
hand was there, holding her head down as rush after rush of burning semen spurt
into her mouth until she was forced to swallow to keep from choking. She
continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of
my load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate in her mouth.
Emilie sprawled half atop me and kissed me with her cum dripping mouth. “Distillateur allez-vous me baiser et casser ma cerise?” (Are you still going to fuck me and break my Brenda?) “Do you think I’m hard enough now to do it? My sexually precocious little schoolgirl moved down again and I felt the delightful wet heat of her mouth as she began sucking me again. “Myou mrike zis,” she asked, her eyes watching my face and her voice muffled by the cock that was sliding over her tongue. “Mmmm…you’re a great cocksucker Emilie…you’ll make all the boys happy.” “Mnn…Ghouliette no want boy…want man…want you,” she mumbled through cock-stretched lips as she continued to slobber wetly over my rapidly resurrecting too. “You hard enough now Mr. Aspen,” she murmured as she climbed astride me, kissing me with her pre-cum oiled lips. Then her lips were moving against the side of my neck and then on my left nipple. She squirmed fully on top of me so my cock was throbbing between her loosely parted thighs that she squeezed shut and caught it between them. She squeezed it as she kissed me, her tongue wrestling with mine. I almost felt overpowered by the clearly horny thirteen year old girl. She knelt abruptly, straddling my waist. I could feel her pussy dripping on my belly. “”You’re lovely and sexy Emilie but it'll hurt. It’s going to hurt a lot because I'm big and you're small.""
She tossed her hair back from her face saying, "Nicole did it." I took her wrists in my hands. "Emilie, Nicole had been fucked many times by your uncle and we still had trouble." The little schoolgirl straddling my waist removed my grasping hands from her wrists. "I don't care," she said defiantly. She squirmed back till she felt my prick against her ass. She shimmied so her butt was rubbing it. She bent low and kissed my forehead, nose and lips -- one-two-three quick -- and knelt upright again. "I want to do it with you. Do you have a waddyacallit, a condom?" I shook my head. "No. So it's not safe." Emilie moved her hands quickly and pinned my wrists near my shoulders. I could not move my arms. "So what do you do to keep from getting girls pregnant?" I muttered my reply. "What?" she demanded. "I have a pill for them." With that, she raised and backed up enough so that when she lowered her hips again, my cock was trapped between us. She rolled her pubis on it, drooling juices over my fully recovered tool and driving me crazy. I slid my hands down her arms, cupped her face for a moment. Her eyes opened, wide and uncertain. She had virtually begged me to fuck her but now she wasn’t so sure and for a brief moment I was afraid she’d changed her mind. “Are you sure you want me t fuck you, Emilie? "Oui…yes Msieu Aspen,I still want to do everything." “Are you sure?" She nodded, eyes big. "Should I roll under?" "No sweetie. You stay on top so I don't hurt you. And so I can watch you when I break your cherry.”" "Okay." She slithered down over me, kissing my throat and chest and nipples, until her cunt was pushed against my still- rampant dick. She reached behind and around, and I felt her small hand grasp my big dick. For a first-timer, she was quick and sure in lining up my glans with her tiny pussy. "It feels so big!" Still sprawled atop me, she pushed back and down. My cock slid up off the mark and against that firmly rounded butt. Muttering, she tried again and this time wiggled her hips back and forth, wedging her cunt open against my prick. I rested my hand on her ass, savouring the velvet softness of her flawless skin moving over the taut muscles of her backside. I tried to hold still as she pushed her little cunt at my prick, but the sensation was maddening. It felt like her labia were nibbling wetly at my glans. Finally, with a groan, she pushed back and down very hard and I felt her opening just a bit. My cock was finally lodging in her tiny quim. I put my hands on her hips, my thumbs just beneath the bones, and my fingertips reaching almost to the crease of her thighs. I gripped her firmly and pushed her down as I slowly worked my hips up at her. By fractions of an inch, my knob pressed into the constriction of her cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet and extremely tight; I could feel my glans being compressed as it pushed through the pubescent structure of her pubic bones. Emilie let out a loud groan, as if she were straining to lift something. When the coronal ridge of my glans finally squeezed inside, I released her hips and resumed caressing her back and butt. "You okay?" I felt her nod against my chest. I could also feel her nipples against my flesh and her cunt flexing around my prick. I doubted I was going to last very long. "Is there much more?" she whispered. "It feel tres big in me!" “Take a look sweetie…I haven’t even reached your hymen.” “Oh Sir!” she exclaimed. “Are you going to put all of it in me?” I gripped her hips firmly and tugged her down, I felt the resistance of her hymen and then the fragile barrier split as I sank two more inches into her. “Eeekk…annhhh,” she gasped and after a moment a glistening red bead of blood tricked from her and down the side of my cock, leaving a scarlet trail behind. She grunted and held her firm fleshed hips rigid, her pretty face a study in apprehension. I pushed up again, still careful. Another two inches slid in, my knob was burrowing deeper into that fresh little cunt, smoothing all its little corrugations, stretching the narrow channel to clear the way for my shaft. I could feel the straining tension in her shoulders and back and in the muscles of her lovely ass. I began gently stroking, lifting her body until only the knob was in her, then lowering her down a little more each time. The tension ebbed from her shoulders and I felt the muscles in her ass flex. I let her sit with her full weight impaling her on my cock and after a moment she began tentatively fucking back at me, meeting my movements and then anticipating them. I quickened my movements and so did she. Suddenly, she leaned forward on her arms and put her hands on my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed. I ran my hands up her sides and lightly grasped her firm tits. She moaned and began pumping her hips over me. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and her face was a study in concentration, and her expression looked like she wasn't sure whether to cry and scream. I looked down at our junction. Her hips were moving faster, and my thick cock gleamed with her wetness. Her clean shaven little cunt lips were very, very stretched around my thick prick which was almost completely filling the juncture of her thighs. When she pushed down, her labia rolled inward and her clit rubbed over the veined shaft of my cock. When she pulled up, the pink inner flesh clung to my cock and extruded around it. The sight was pushing me over the edge. Her growing moans of pleasure weren't helping. “Ah oui M’sieu…J'aime baiser…J'aime votre grand robinet.” “You’re good Emilie…votre chatte chaude est si serrée.” I put my hand between us and touched her clitoris with my thumb. "Ah Oui! OH OUI!" she whimpered and then froze, eyes screwed tightly shut. I could see her abdomen contracting and I felt her sheath spasming around my cock. I couldn't hold back. My prick swelled still more inside her. Her eyes popped open, wide and shocked. Then I began to cum inside her. The semen squeezed up my prick past the constriction of her young pussy and then spurted into her. I saw her mouth fall open in surprise and then a glorious, wondering smile spread across her face when she realized what she was feeling. I groaned and my penis spasmed again. Another load erupted into her, and she began hunching down against my cock, forcing more of it into her small cunt. As the next load rocketed through my prick, she got me in to her deepest reaches and I could feel the end of her cunt on my knob. I raised my thumb above her pubis and pressed her abdomen, compressing her vaginal nerves against my prick. “Msieu…Msieu Aspen…oui… venez, oui, venez à l'intérieur de moi. Fill ma chatte avec your sperm.” My ejaculations slowed to an oozing relief and she kept right on riding me. Her pussy was so tight that even though I’d cum twice she was like a cock-ring around the base of my shaft and I never lost any of my stiffness or thickness, even after I'd stopped cumming. I took her hips in my hands, guiding her movements and trying to keep her from pulling completely off me. She may have been a thirteen year old virgin who’d never had a cock in her before but she wanted all of me. She began grinding down at me, trying to get more of me inside her and signalling by her action that she wasn’t yet satisfied. On each stroke, she did get a little bit more. She was getting more of me into her and getting hotter with each passing moment and my balls were responding, already recharging my cock. I began meeting her strokes. " Vous êtes foutu je ! You do it!" she gasped. "You fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! Baise ! Baise ! Baise !" she chanted with her young pussy milking at my prick and restoring the ache in my balls. And then, at the bottom of one stroke with my pubic hair mashed against her cock-stretched cuntlips I felt like I was a foot long as I pushed past her cervix and extended the barely pubescent sheath to new dimensions. I put one hand on her abdomen and pushed. I could feel her cunt compress still more. I could almost feel my own fingers on my cock through her flesh. "Eeeeeeeee-EEEEEEE!" she wailed, her twat again spasming around me. She pulled her hands up almost to her tits and clenched her fists. She bent her neck down, squeezed her eyes shut. She screwed her face up and shook her head crazily, rapidly, and I felt the hot wetness from her climax drench my groin. I groaned loudly as my cock lurched inside her and I came again. I poured whatever was left in my balls far, far inside her orgasming young body and savoured her heat and wetness. Emilie slowly toppled onto me, her convulsions finally passing. With my drained cock locked inside her still occasionally spasming young cunt, she let herself sprawl atop me. We were both panting and covered with sweat. I managed to raise my arms enough to enfold her and hold her to me. “Hanh… était lui bon Msieu Aspen ? Est-ce que j'ai baisé bon?” (Hanh...was it good Msieu Aspen? Did I fuck good?) “You’re awesome Juliete. If it wasn’t for the blood I’d never believe you hadn’t been fucking for years.” “Hee hee. You know I virgin…but virgin no more. You give me good mark now?” “You need more practise…you were supposed to fuck me in English but you used French too much. I’ll give you B now but if you want A we have to do this again. Et la fois prochaine je veux baiser votre âne aussi.” (And next time I want to fuck your ass too.) My thirteen year old freshly devirginated schoolgirl snuggled with me until after 5 PM and then dressed. “Sunday they go long to church. Want me come then?” “Sunday’s not a good day. On Monday we’ll talk about next time.” I didn’t dare put off her classmates who might get suspicious and Saturday was too busy with Simone and Nicole. Could I still handle them? Thank God for Cialis.