Chapter 7: Improper Intimacies

When I awoke on Sunday morning I was in bed alone but pleasantly fatigued in ways the ff widow never accomplished. Then, looking at the clock I realized that if I was going to meet my goal of attending both the Catholic and Protestant church services I had to hurry.

Both services were held in the Community Hall with the Catholic one at 9:00 AM and the Protestant at 10:30. (Last week the Catholic service had been held after the Protestant one because Father Murphy was late.) I didn't have time for coffee and most people were seated when I slipped into the room.

The only persons there that I knew were Juanita and my young student, Janet Williams. I was able to guess because of who sat with whom who the Gonzales were and The Williams. There was a cute, young girl sitting there also. She appeared to be of school age but she wasn't coming to school here. There were several young men who worked, I assumed, at the fish farm.

Quite irreligiously (and typically) I spent my time mentally undressing all the post-pubescent females and once again I wondered why there were so many big-jugged women (and girls) in Pratt's Harbour.

The Williams family included the doctor's huge-breasted second wife, his very busty and buxom daughter and his illegitimate granddaughter who was precociously well developed.

As I watched my young student my attention was briefly drawn away from her immodestly displayed breastworks to her gaze. She was watching the priest with what seemed to be more than religious intensity and then I remembered what the note had said, that Father Murphy had taken total advantage of Janet Williams in the Confessional and that she didn't want him reported. Was the priest actually fucking this thirteen year old schoolgirl? The way she looked at him gave credibility to that rumour.

On the way out Juanita grabbed my arm and introduced me to her sister and brother in law and then dragged out the other young girl I'd seen. "This is our cousin Tanya Garcia. She's too shy yet to start school but after Christmas she'll be one of your students. Right, Tanya?"

The cute, dark girl blushed and lowered her eyes as she nodded acquiescence.

I chatted briefly with Father Murphy who wasn't much older than I. He seemed like a nice guy and my lewd suspicions were quelled by his obvious sincerity. And I guess I was influenced by the fact that even if the story was true, I understood why he'd do it. Given the temptation of being alone with that ripe youngster I might have taken advantage of her trust. And if all that was true, she acted like she wanted more.

At the Protestant service I got a seat at the back to be better able to see the members of the congregation, especially the mothers of my students. The female Hansen's and Pratt's as well as the Dhillon's were all in or near the big-tit category but the preacher's wife was beyond that category. Although she wore a skirt and blouse the blouse could not have stuck out as far as it did if she hadn't possessed humungous boobs. No wonder her fifteen year old daughter filled out her sweaters so delightfully. Was that what got Irene's attention? Would she show up this afternoon at my neighbour's and give me another look at her lovely, naked body?

"It's so good to finally meet you, Mr. Asper," Nancy Whittier gushed as I started to leave the church. Julia says you're the best teacher she's ever had. We'll invite you to dinner soon. I'm a good cook and you probably don't have time to do much cooking yourself."

"Thank you Mrs. Whittier. I'd love to come to dinner and I'm flattered that Julia thinks I'm the best teacher she's ever had." Did that include the lesson she'd just had from Ms. Simmons?

The first thing I did when I got home was make coffee. Then I checked my e-mail.

Hi Stud,

You have a great bunch (or pair) of neighbours. Father Joseph Murphy was the priest at the Heavenly Dove Convent or something like that. It's only about sixty miles away from here. Anyway last year there was some kind of scandal. Can't find out much but it sounds like a couple of nuns got knocked up and some of the schoolgirls. I'm told that just before the rumours started circulating Father Murphy and another religious guy, Brother something or other got transferred far away. And where you are is far away isn't it? If I hear any more I'll let you know. Sounds like an interesting place there.

I fried a couple eggs for lunch and then browsed sex sites on the internet. It always amazed me that there were so many women and girls prepared to show their naked bodies on the Web and have every kind of sex but I seemed always to be trying to persuade or inveigle some female to have sex with me away from the camera or wherever.

Suddenly it was almost two PM and I switched from internet to local programming ... really local as I turned on my connection to the bedroom abutting mine.

"Thank you Ms. Simmons," I heard Julia's girlish voice say. "I love dancing with you like this but? Like? Isn't what we did yesterday wrong ... a sin?"

Irene and Julia were dancing, dancing close together beside the bed. I knew what Irene thought of young Julia's question and I was impressed by her response.

"It's not wrong Julia ... not if it's what we both want. Love is never wrong and God never said that woman could not love woman." At that point Irene stopped dancing and closely molded her firm body to her adolescent schoolgirl's shapely frame. If I had been Irene then Julia would have been assaulted by a throbbingly erect cock but although I'm sure that her teacher's clitoris was also throbbingly erect the girl couldn't feel it bulging against her plump, young vulva.

"But? Like? In Daddy's sermons he talks about this sort of ... I think?"

"And what he talks about is true in his mind ... but if two people are in love, even two people like us, God knows that we're doing what He wants."

As Irene gave her seductive snow job to her beautiful, young student she maneuvered her to the bed and the sprawled neatly thereon. I watched as her head blocked the view but I was sure that her tongue was once more taking possession of Julie Whittier's mouth. They stayed like that for a minute or so before Irene raised her head to speak.

"I'm sorry Julia ... you're so young and beautiful I had to kiss you again." I watched as her lips traced a path across the girl's cheek to the hollow of her neck. "Can I kiss you some more Like yesterday? You don't have to kiss me."

"Oohh Ms. Simmons ... oohhh yesss," the teenager mewled as she lay back and allowed her teacher to slowly remove all her clothes.

I was definitely watching a pro at work. As Irene stripped Julia's clothes away she managed to shed her own too so I was watching two naked females on the bed. The rest of the process was delightfully and lasciviously erotic.

Irene's mouth returned to Julia's soft, red lips, moved then to the hollow of her throat, back to her mouth and then to the soft prominence of Julia's full breasts. The woman was mauling the girl's oversized boobs as she murmured, "I so envy your wonderful big breasts, Julia." I couldn't see but from the way the young girl squirmed I was sure that the schoolteacher was using her tongue on the girl's nipples and then once more she was kissing her mouth.

As Irene continued her assault on the underage schoolgirl she changed position. Her body's alignment was changed from parallel to the girl's to opposite. Her head had moved progressively lower and her face was now resting below the girl's navel while her own hirsute nest was positioned only inches away from her innocent victim's mouth.

"Oohhh Julia sweetie," I heard the woman exclaim as she rolled to draw her young student's body completely above hers, the girl's thighs parting acquiescently to cradle her teacher's face.

The rest was virtually foreordained by what had already happened. With her face and her agile tongue already having unlimited access to the adolescent's innocent cunt she was arousing the young girl to lustful levels she'd never experienced until yesterday.

"Touch me Julia ... put your hand on me," Irene whispered as she took the girl's hand and guided it down between her legs. "Oh yes! Oh yes Julia!" the teacher exclaimed and I saw her roll onto her back, spread her long shapely legs and draw the young girl over on to of her. Her broad hips pushed up at the girl's hand that was now half hidden by the curly bush it was exploring.

Then the schoolteacher brought the busty, young schoolgirl completely on top with her face buried between the girl's thighs. I couldn't see the contact point but I easily imagined how Irene's tongue was licking the nearly hairless slit and giving special attention to her little clit.

I could sense the young girl's reluctance as her teacher guided her head to the profusely forested nest but I sensed also her response as she surrendered to the urging. For several minutes ... five, maybe ten ... I watched the writhing of lush, sixty-nined bodies as they gave each other orgasms. It was a bit of a downer for a mere male. Could I remain satisfyingly erect long enough to give such satisfaction? I hoped the new generation of pills would give me that capacity.

My schoolteacher neighbour must have finally been sated for after a long, throaty moan that was muffled by her student's mouth-mashing cunt she eased the girl off onto her back. I could see Julia's glistening, puffy-lipped pussy gaping enough to reveal the dark, inner opening. She looked ready to take a cock. Was she still a virgin?

"I'm sorry Julia ... I couldn't help myself. You're so sweet and lovely. I promise I won't take advantage of you again."

When the girl tilted her head to answer her teacher I saw the visible wetness on her face. "Oh Ms. Simmons. I want you to do it again. And I want to do you, too. It was totally cool to feel how you ... your ... your pussy pulsated against my tongue. Thank you Ms. Simmons. Oh thank you," and the young girl sprawled on top of her teacher and kissed her mouth.

They stayed like that for one or two minutes before Irene said softly, "Get that pillow, Julia. I'll lift up and you can put it under my bottom."

Looking quizzically at her teacher the teenager reached over for the thick pillow and when the woman bowed her waist upward she slipped the pillow under her.

"Oh yes Julia ... now push ... push your lovely body against me," and I saw Irene spread her legs, grab the girl's full, round ass and begin to undulate under her. I realized that I was watching a fuck between two females as the writhed and wriggled and became increasingly passionate until the older woman's strong, shapely legs tautened, quivered and her hips heaved.

"Oohhh Gawwd Julia," Irene wailed and suddenly the younger girl began to quiver and jerk and utter short, sharp cries. Damn. They'd brought each other off in the Missionary position.

"Oh Julia darling ... that was wonderful."

"Have you ever done it that way with a guy? I thought that was how guys and girls did it?"

"No sweetie ... I've never been with a guy. Have you?"

"Oh no Ms. Simmons. I'm only fifteen."

"I bet some of your younger classmates have already done it. Why don't you sort of ask around and tell me if any have."

"But why Ms. Simmons? Why do you want to know?"

"It's just in case Julia. If one of them found out what we're doing they might threaten to tell ... and then we'd have to stop."

Julia seemed to accept her teacher's rationale although it didn't make much sense to me. Anyway as I laid there with swollen, aching balls I watched them dress and exchange almost chaste parting kisses. Damn! It was late Sunday afternoon and until Juanita came on Saturday night I had no outlet for the pressure until Saturday night when Juanita came.

I showered in the vain hope that it would cool my lust and then opened some pretzels and dip. Pouring a scotch I relaxed in the reclining chair beside my bed in front of the TV and channel surfed until I found an old Monty Python rerun. Maybe this way I could get sleepy ... and drunk ... and get over my libidinous desires.