Chapter 25: 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.