The sexual philosophy of Adam Fawkes was simple: If a girl's big enough to have a man's stiff cock up her juicy little cunt, then she's old enough to fuck!
Thirty-two years old, single, personable, dark-haired and handsome, Adam practiced this philosophy as often as he could-which was not often enough for his appetites. Young girls really turned him on. The very thought of having a sexual encounter with one of them was enough to make his penis rise in happy anticipation.
Quite often, the girls were hot for him, though most of them wouldn't admit it to him, their girl friends, or even themselves. Yet it was obvious many had crushes on this young, good-looking, sexy high school teacher of theirs, and Adam was quite conscious of the admiring gazes cast in his direction during the school day.
Adam's job as instructor of high school English made his thoughts-and his ready, willing and able penis-constantly rise to the notion. The intoxicating nearness of all that tender young female flesh, virginal for the most part, with their warm, downy thighs, their burgeoning breasts, their moist and ready crotches, never failed to excite him.
The mere idea of one of these lush creatures, age twelve to eighteen, pressing her body close to his made him so excited he couldn't sit still.
Hot as he was, he had to play it cool-or else his educational career, and possibly also his freedom, might end abruptly. It was like dangling a covey of tantalizing meatballs in front of a starving dog-but Adam didn't want it any other way: he could feast his eyes, if nothing else, and then once in a while....
He was in the shower, soaping his genitals, feeling his penis grow hard and straight beneath his touch-and the thoughts that filled his mind when the doorbell rang.
At first Adam ignored it. The doorbell ringer was persistent, however; with a sigh of resignation, Adam climbed out of the tub, draped a towel around his dripping middle and walked across his apartment to fling open the door.
He stopped, stunned, his annoyance vanishing.
"Glenda," he said.
The girl was one of his students, a voluptuous redhead with ample breasts and legs that more than once had given him a hard-on that wouldn't quit.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fawkes," she said. "I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. I could come back another time."
Adam managed to suppress a grin. He knew the girl wasn't sorry at all. The way she was staring at the towel in front of him showed that, and the way she wet her richly red lips with her pink little tongue. Glancing down, he saw that the front of the towel was sticking out, as though a stick was poking at it from the inside.
Glenda tried to calm herself, but she could hardly breathe as she saw the man's nakedness and the obvious erection he had. Her fingers itched at the sight of it, her mouth watered, her breasts ached, and a warmly gushy feeling started between her legs.
The teenager was no virgin. She liked sex-all kinds-and she knew that the look on her face betrayed this weakness.
"That's okay," Adam said, "come on in."
He held the door open for her, and she walked past him, trailing perfume. Her hips touched the front of the towel, brushing the penis, making it leap, and almost making the draped cloth fall to the floor. Adam rescued it in time, but wondered what her reaction would have been if he hadn't
As Glenda walked into the room, Adam took the time to stare at her delightfully twitching buttocks, at the slender, curved legs, at the bobbing breasts.
Oh, baby, he thought wildly, I'd really like to fuck you. I'd ram my cock up your lovely cunt so hard the come would spurt out of your delightful mouth.
It was a fantasy he'd often had in English class when Glenda was his student; when she crossed and uncrossed her gorgeous teenage legs, she sometimes opened them so he could get a tantalizingly maddening glimpse between them along her thighs.
Glenda turned to face him and caught her breath. The look on the schoolteacher's handsome face told her what he'd like to do to her. Also giving eloquent testimony to his state of excitement was the stiff penis twitching under the towel.
"Forgive my appearance," Adam said. "I was taking a shower."
Glenda sat on the couch, aware he was looking at her breasts, her legs under the short, tight skirt. She'd seen him look at her that way often in class, and she'd felt the same glow of exhilaration realizing she was exciting him. Often, she'd purposely open her legs as though by accident, to give him a view of her inner thighs and her pantied crotch.
Adam sat beside her. "Now, what can I do for you?" he asked politely.
His eyes roamed over her breasts, and he thought: How about a hot roll in the hay, baby? His gaze wandered down over her just-right hips, to the delightful knees and the legs stretched out before her. All he had to do was reach out, under the hem of her short skirt and thrust his hand up between her legs--
"I wanted to talk to you about my final grade in English," she said. "It's not my best subject, and my parents promised they'd buy me a car if I got an A in it."
Adam smiled. It was a game familiar to him, and he was pretty sure how it would end. "You haven't been doing A work, you know."
"I know." She paused, wetting her lips. "But I thought maybe, since this was your last semester at the school, we could work out something."
She leaned toward him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her hand reaching out to touch his naked leg. Adam, already worked up, almost jumped as her smooth hand caressed the skin. From his vantage point and her bent position, he could see through the gaping top of her blouse to where a pair of softly round milk-white breasts snuggled cozily in a filmy bra. He recognized the symptoms in the young girl and, though Adam had been through this before, he had an idea with Glenda it would be more delightful than ever.
His smile grew wider. "I'm sure we can arrange something."
She'd made the subtle offering with words and gestures. Adam knew it was his turn. He reached out, took her shoulders in his hands, pulled her close to him, mashed his lips against hers. She didn't protest as he worked his mouth against her lips, as he pressed his tongue into the cavity and darted it swiftly past her teeth, touching her tongue with it, dueling furiously. She began to breathe heavily, and then her own tongue worked in rhythm with his, sliding in and out of his mouth with practiced movements. Her arms went around his naked back, pulling him closer.
Adam needed no urging. His fingers swiftly unbuttoned her blouse. His hand shoved into the opening, pushing aside the flimsy bra. taking one breast in his hand for a moment and then moving on to the other one. Her nipples grew hard and hot as he palmed them into life.
Glenda sighed and leaned back on the couch, automatically letting her legs part. Immediately, Adam's hand moved to her knee, where his fingers slid swiftly up along her inner thigh. The touch of his sensitive fingers on her warmly sweaty flesh made his penis surge with renewed stimulation. She gasped as his palm covered her crotch. He could feel the pubic hair through the thin material, feel the soft outline of her genitals pressing warmly, moistly against the cloth. His fingers smoothed the material, and she quivered in response to the sensual touch.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels good."
"Be a good girl," Adam said softly, "and you may even get an A-plus."
He took her hand and guided it to his lap. She put up no resistance to the move. Instead, she clutched his stiff penis through the towel with long, slim fingers accustomed to clutching penises. Quickly, Adam flipped the towel out of the way, and he gulped and rose involuntarily as her fingers enclosed his naked, surging flesh.
He knew she might never do this if she hadn't realized he probably wouldn't see her again. Her motivations, however, didn't interest him at the moment. What she was doing with her hands did. His own hand grew busy under her skirt. He snaked his middle finger under the rim of her panties at the crotch and insinuated it into the damp jungle of pubic hair. She moaned and raised herself slightly from the couch to give him greater access. The finger touched her pulsating outer cunt lips, then eased past them into the hot, wet opening between her legs.
She squealed and began rotating her hips, thrusting her pelvis against his thrusting finger. His finger excited her as it entered her body, rubbing the nub of clitoris which stood up and tingled when he touched it. His hand on her breasts made her gasp. But more than that, the feel of his throbbing sex organ in her hands really turned her on.
Glenda dated several boys, and she'd held onto their sex organs practically every date. Now, there was the thrill of discovery with her schoolteacher. She could hardly wait to be fucked by him.
Adam eased the blouse from her body and with it the dangling brassiere. Her fully bloomed breasts bobbed into view, and he couldn't resist bending his head to kiss them and take each nipple alternately in his mouth and suck it, nip at it with his teeth, even while his hands were busy unzipping her skirt and pulling it down over her wriggling hips. His fingers snagged the panties at the same time and pulled them down and over her scissoring legs.
Naked, she lay back on the couch, smiling sensuously at him. He sat unmoving for a moment, drinking in her lush young beauty-the round, firm breasts with the distended nipples, the smooth expanse of heaving belly, the slim, curved legs open to his gaze. He riveted his gaze at the juncture of those legs, at the hairy crotch where the slit of her dew-covered genitals puckered invitingly at him.
"Is it worth an A-plus, Mr. Fawkes?" she asked him teasingly, knowing his answer.
Wordless, Adam could only nod. The blood pounded hotly through his veins, and he felt an overwhelming desire to drink from that fountain of youth displayed before him. He knelt on the couch, lifted her legs up over his shoulders and buried his mouth in her crotch, sucking the puckered lips between her legs, thrusting his tongue into the warm dampness, finding her distended clitoris, licking it, taking it between his lips and pulling at it.
For a moment Glenda was astonished by the movement. She had expected him to move between her legs. None of her boyfriends had done this to her. Astonishment gave way to the most intense pleasure she had ever known. Adam's lips and tongue worked her over with a precision that made her feel she was going through the roof with pleasure. She clamped her legs around his neck and thrust her crotch against his face so violently the schoolteacher had to grasp the teen-age girl's buttocks in his hands to hold her in position.
Mind alive with increasing desire, Adam licked, sucked, blew. He was sure no one had ever made the girl feel so good, and it gave him an extra kick in knowing this was an experience the young girl would never forget. He peered over the mound of black pubic hair, across her twisting, sweating belly, beyond bobbing breasts, to the girl's pretty face, distorted by excruciating pangs of delight as she threw her head back and rolled it back and forth and uttered, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over again.
Adam knew it was time. Often in the classroom he'd fantasized fucking Glenda, and now he was going to do it for real-a prospect which filled him with much anticipation. He lowered her legs from his shoulders and spread them wide so he could press himself in upon her. He eased himself forward, placed the tip of his throbbing penis close against her waiting genitals. He reached down with one hand and spread the outer lips, forcing the opening wider so the knob of his sex organ could enter.
She's ready for it, all right, he thought excitedly. Her tender little cunt is wet with passion.
The natural lubrication made entrance easier. Once the tip of his penis was in, Adam slid the rest of it in all the way to the testicles. Even so, she was a tight fit, and the contraction of her muscles around his organ made it surge with renewed excitement.
Mmmmmm! the girl thought. Make it last, teacher. I may not get fucked as good as this for some time.
She genuinely liked the feel of his penis lodging solidly deep inside her. She clamped her slim legs tightly around his back and raised her buttocks from the couch, corkscrewing her hips, moving her genitals against him.
Adam kissed her passionately on the lips, inserting his tongue in her mouth, exploring it. His hands found her breasts and rubbed them. Then he began, slowly at first, moving his stiff penis in and out of her. He kept himself raised above her, for he wanted to watch her passion-contorted face while they made love. It gave him additional pleasure watching her body move in the throes of sexual excitement.
The nipples of her rounded breasts were hard and hot as he rotated them against his sweaty palms. Perspiration stood out on her rotating belly as she churned her genitals into him. Looking down he could watch the glistening shaft of his penis emerge from the hairy lips of her vagina almost to the ruddy tip, then swiftly plunge deep into her with such intensity the breath was forced from her lungs and she emitted a groan of indescribable delight.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide and she clutched him tightly to her and spasmed her legs, crying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm coming. I'm coming!"
His own orgasm was not far behind. His plunges grew more frantic,-yet deliberately he shoved his penis into her with more force, exulting as her inner flesh quivered and clutched him hard like an invisible hand squeezing the full length of his throbbing shaft.
His hands left her breasts and gripped the young girl's hips with such intensity his knuckles grew white. He made one giant thrust inward and held it there. Glenda lifted her buttocks from the couch and stiffened her body against his.
He felt it coming from deep inside him, like a giant tidal wave, building slowly, then picking up speed, rushing through the quivering shaft of his stiffened, throbbing penis, then spurting hotly through the opening to her pulsating vagina. His fingers tightened, and he moaned and gasped as the spasms shook his body and his semen expended itself deep within Glenda's body.
Adam collapsed on top of the young girl, exhausted, out of breath, but extremely happy.
After a moment, she asked anxiously, "Was I good, Mr. Fawkes?"
Adam raised himself to look at her sweat covered body. "You were wonderful," he said honestly.
She slid out from under him and began dressing hurriedly. "I have to get back home. I told my parents I was going to the library."
With some misgivings, Adam watched her dress. He'd been hoping there'd be a little time to do some more fooling around. His date wasn't for several! hours. He thought of suggesting it, then decided not to press his luck.
At the door, she paused. "I will get that A, won't I, Mr. Fawkes."
"You can plan on it, Glenda." Her smile returned. "Thanks-for everything."
Then she was gone, physically at least, but her memory lingered in Adam Fawkes' mind with an intensity that would not die.
With sexpots like Glenda around, he thought pleasantly, little wonder I can't get enough.
Of course, as always, he had to be careful.
And he was careful. He even dated women his own age so no one would suspect his real desires. like Marge, for example. Marge was a thirty-year-old widowed schoolteacher with a six-year-old son; she was good cover for him. What's more, she didn't make any demands on him sexually, which he considered fortunate because she didn't really appeal to him.
Maybe someday, if I have to, he thought resignedly, I'll fuck Marge. I'll put my cock in her cunt right up to my balls and come all over the place. But my heart won't be in it!
Dates with Marge were both enlightening and frustrating; Adam found himself asking the woman out just to get a glimpse of the babysitter she used for six-year-old David. Melissa was a sixteen-year-old dropout, whom Marge had never convinced to go back to high school to get a diploma.
The young girl was a knockout.
Fully aware of her charms, the teenager made good use of them. She wore short, tight miniskirts that revealed her firm, curved, healthy legs. Her blouses stretched tight over breasts any older woman might envy, and she seemed to dislike bras. Adam's mouth watered at the sight of her pert little nipples poking through the thin cloth of her blouse, at the maddeningly enticing jiggle of her full bosom when she moved. His loins ached when his gaze fastened upon her rotating hips, at her rounded buttocks. Every once in a while when she sat awkwardly on the couch, he caught a glimpse up between her legs, along the soft, tender young-girl flesh of her inner thighs, clear up to her crotch, where a darkened area made the schoolteacher's breath catch.
Melissa didn't wear panties either!
On his dates with Marge, Adam delayed his departure as much as he could, wanting to linger near the young, sexy female animal who was babysitting. His eyes feasted on her beauty and he thought: My God, how I'd like to fuck her. I'd like to ram my cock deep in her cunt. I'd like to suck her nipples and feel her ass. I'd like to feel her soft, red lips on my balls.
The images were maddening, but he couldn't help himself. Eventually he had to leave with Marge, and he did so reluctantly, with a stiff penis filling his pants. Of course, he did get to drive the girl home a few times when her boyfriend didn't pick her up, and the sight of those wonderful young legs so close to him made his fingers itch. He wanted to reach out and touch them, put his hand up between them, let his fingers dance along the insides of her warm thighs until they came to the crotch....
But he didn't; afraid that Melissa would scream for the cops, tell her parents-and there would be hell to pay. He'd never get another teaching job again.
If there were only some way, he thought wistfully, I could force her to cooperate.
No way appeared until his last date with Marge before he was to report for his new assignment: a private Midwestern school, Bradbury School for
Girls, where he was to be both acting dean and instructor in English.
He and Marge were to go out to dinner and dancing, but when Adam saw the teenage babysitter he wanted to stay right there-if there were only some way to get rid of Marge. Melissa seemed even sexier than usual, for some reason. She breathed deeply a lot, so her ample young breasts rose and fell enticingly before his gaze, and the nipples already seemed so hard they jutted right through the cloth that restrained them. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement-and Adam had an inkling why this was so.
Melissa's boyfriend was there-Steve, a burly seventeen-year-old, tousle-haired, junior in high school, a football player, who insisted on wearing tight pants that showed off his penis. He was ostensibly there to do his homework, but the bulge in the front of his trousers showed he had other things in mind.
"Now, I want you two to behave yourselves," Marge admonished them lightly. "Remember, Melissa's here to babysit."
Melissa blushed. "Steve's got a part-time job. He has to leave in a couple of hours."
A couple of hours, Adam thought enviously, of necking and petting and feeling each other up and fucking. What I wouldn't give for a half hour alone with this young broad!
He left with Marge. As they walked down the driveway, he wondered if Steve and Melissa were already at it, if the young football player had his hands under her blouse and up under her dress playing with her sweet cunt; if maybe Melissa herself had her slim fingers over the bulge in Steve's pants, making it grow even bigger....
Adam couldn't stand it. In the car he said, "Oops, I forgot my cigarette lighter. Must've left it back in your apartment." Before Marge could say anything, he'd opened the door. "You wait here. I'll be right back."
Nonchalantly, he strolled down the driveway, turned the corner and paused before the door to Marge's apartment. Voices came from the living room.
"Steve, don't. We mustn't." Melissa's voice. "Why not?" Steve.
"Because you make me too hot. I couldn't control myself."
"Just let me put it in for a little while. I won't shoot off inside you. Honest."
Adam caught his breath. Steve obviously didn't want to waste any of his two hours. Not that he could be blamed for that.
Adam searched for a place to peer into the lighted living room. He found the drapes were open a crack in front, so if he bent slightly and looked in, he'd be able to see what was going on. He gasped at what he saw.
Melissa was engaged in a wrestling match with Steve on the couch. He was kissing her mouth and cheeks and running his hands over the outside of her blouse and up along the insides of her legs.
"Oh, baby," Steve moaned, "I'm really hot for you. My pecker's up good and stiff. Feel it."
He took the young girl's hand and placed the palm over the bulge in his pants and held it there.
"We-we shouldn't do this," the girl panted.
"Sure we should," the boy insisted. "We love each other, don't we?"
Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his and inserted his hand into the opening of her blouse, covering one of her heaving breasts. Melissa moaned and raised her body from the couch, thrusting her breast more fully into his eager hand. The movement lifted her skirt, so
Adam could see up between her spread legs to the hot, damp darkness of her pubic area. Steve lost no time taking advantage of the girl's growing sexual excitement. He thrust his hand between her legs, pushing up the skirt to her hips as he did so, revealing her lovely, pulsating thighs, the sweat-covered flesh, the wiry hair quivering at her crotch.
Melissa groaned aloud as Steve's finger inched into the opening between her legs, as it moved in and out with a frantic rhythm. The girl's hand gripped Steve's erect penis through the cloth of his pants with such an intensity he winced.
"Unzip me," he whispered hoarsely. "Play with my pecker, please."
His plaintive plea may have decided her. She unzipped Steve's fly, reached into the opening and eased the stiff organ out. It was large and thick, ruddy-complexioned, standing up stiff, throbbing with passion. He sighed as her slim, female fingers roamed over it, caressing.
Steve closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Oh, baby," he husked, "I'd love to screw you."
"I know. I'd like it, too."
"Then let's"
"Have you got any rubbers?"
"Hell, I forgot to stop and get some. Don't worry, though, I'll just stick it in for a little while, then pull out before I come."
"I don't know ... " she said.
"Okay then, suck on it for me. Give me a blowjob."
She hesitated again, licking her lips, staring at the pulsating column of male flesh rising in Steve's lap.
"Come on, baby," Steve said, "make me feel good."
He took her head in his strong hands and forced it down toward his lap. Melissa put up only token resistance. The look on her pretty face showed clearly that this was something she wanted to do.
Nervously, Adam glanced over his shoulder at the darkened driveway. Marge would be wondering what had happened to him, but he couldn't leave now. His own cock was standing up stiff; he wanted very much to see the young Melissa in action.
In the living room, Steve lay back on the couch while Melissa bent her head over his penis. She held it and stroked it in one hand while her other hand cradled the boy's testicles. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered her head to it. When she flicked her tongue out and grazed the tip of his stiff penis, Steve gasped and raised his hips from the couch.
Melissa proceeded slowly. She began by kissing the tip of Steve's penis, then licking it all over the top and along the sides, until the young boy was squirming around on the couch beneath her, throwing his head from side to side and biting his lip to keep from coming too soon. Her own hands were busy on herself, reaching into the opening of her blouse and squeezing the breasts and nipples, working the palm of her hand hard between her legs, inserting a finger into her vagina and moving it in and out, touching the sensitive clitoris with each stroke.
Outside, looking in through the crack in the draperies, Adam's hand fell automatically to the front of his pants to massage the bulge of his stiff penis reacting to the sight of the young girl engaged in sucking her boyfriend's genitals, kissing him, licking him.
She's a natural born cocksucker, he thought wonderingly.
She certainly seemed to be enjoying it as much as Steve. A radiant smile lit her features as she took the pink knob of his penis between her lips and sucked deliberately at it. She opened her mouth and let him shove it deeper in. She rolled it from one cheek to the other, laving it with her tongue.
" I can't take it!" Steve gasped. "Let's screw-and quick."
Before Melissa realized what he was saying or doing, he yanked his penis from her mouth, whirled her around on the couch underneath him, lifting her skirt above her navel as he did so. The force of his attack took the breath from her, and for a moment all she could do was lie there on the couch with her legs spread while he probed for the opening of her vagina with his fingers.
"No, Steve," she managed, wild-eyed, when she finally found her voice, "we can't. Not without a rubber."
"I'll pull out in time. I promise," he panted, his face red.
She tried to push him away with her knees, but to no avail. He captured her legs and put them up to his shoulders, then plunged forward. His fingers held open the lips of her genitals, so the tip of his stiff, throbbing penis entered her easily. She squealed as he rammed it deep into her. Her face held a mixture of fear and pleasure as he plunged in and out with an increasingly frantic rhythm. Then she closed her eyes and held onto him, lifting her hips, gyrating them with an instinctive motion, enjoying the act despite herself.
Steve's hands mauled her breasts, pinched the nipples, raising them to erectness. He reared back, pulling his wet, glistening penis out of her hole almost to the tip, then thrust forward, putting all his weight behind it.
Melissa squealed delightedly and raised her hips to-meet his thrusting body. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she rolled her head from side to side in a kind of sexual delirium. She pulled her blouse right up to her neck to give him greater access to her trembling breasts.
From his vantage point outside the living room window, Adam gasped at the sight of her tender breasts: so soft yet so firm, the dark nipples distended with passion. He wet his lips, eager to taste them, and cursed silently at the frustration of not being able to.
Suddenly, Steve moaned. "Oh!" he said. "Oh!"
He stiffened. A look of alarm came over Melissa's face. She cried out, "No, don't come. Not now."
"I-can't-help-it!"
She twisted her body in a frantic maneuver that quickly disengaged his rapidly thrusting penis. Its shaft flipped up over her mound of pubic hair, and spurts of white liquid shot from the end of it over her stomach. She squirmed away from him and stood up.
"Hey," he said annoyed, "I wasn't finished."
"The hell you're not," she said angrily. "You promised to pull your damn cock out before you shot your wad."
"I can't help it if you make me excited, can I?"
"I don't mind screwing, but I don't wanta get pregnant," she told him. "Now, look at me. I've got your juice all over me." She glared at him. "I hope you had your fun, because I sure as hell didn't"
"We-we could do it again, in a little while," he suggested, hopefully.
"Forget it," she said sullenly. "Besides, you've got to get to your job."
"Not for awhile. Look," he went on eagerly, "suppose I try to make you come by sucking you down there."
Melissa hesitated. "No," she decided, "you might lose control again. Let's wait until you've got some rubbers. Then I won't worry."
"Damn!" Steve said irritably. "I wish I was taking you home tonight."
His repentant mood seemed to placate the young girl. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "So do I. But I'll be safe with Mr. Fawkes, don't worry. Meanwhile, I'll masturbate when I'm alone-and think of you."
Outside the window, Adam felt cold sweat bead his forehead. He drew back guiltily, startled by the sound of a car door opening and Marge's voice calling to him. Hastily, he turned the corner and strolled quickly back to the car.
"What took you so long?" she asked him, frowning.
"Sorry," he told her. "Steve was asking me some questions about college."
He got in the car, started it, and drove off. "They're a nice couple," she said. "Who?"
"Melissa and Steve."
He nodded absent-mindedly. I'd like to couple with Melissa, he thought pleasantly. The sight of the nakedly thrashing girl had really turned him on. Steve had built her up sexually, then left her high and dry, as the poets put it. She was going to masturbate when she was alone, but it might not be psychologically satisfying for a sexy young girl who desired a man's hands on her breasts, a stiff penis invading her golden thighs.
With his free hand, Adam reached down to touch his stiff flesh. He smiled to himself. It was now or never-and tonight when he took the young girl home would be the best opportunity he would ever have
The sweet fruit of sixteen-year-old Melissa's breasts and cunt would be ripe-for the plucking, for the sucking, and for the fucking!
CHAPTER TWO
Alone, sixteen-year-old Melissa felt depressed. Maybe I shouldn't've made Steve go, she thought. It had been fun sucking her boyfriend's pecker, letting him put it up inside her.
"If only he hadn't forgotten the damn rubbers!" she wailed plaintively. "We coulda screwed for two hours."
She closed her eyes and lay back on the couch, a dreamy expression on her pretty face as she contemplated it. Automatically, her fingers strayed down to her skirt and lifted it up above her hips. With one hand she eased apart the lips of her vagina and slid two fingers of the other deep inside her still-wet opening.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured aloud.
There was no one to hear her. Once six-year-old David fell asleep, an earthquake couldn't wake him up. She could just let herself go-as she had on many an occasion when she babysat.
Her finger moved swiftly in and out between her legs, making squishing sounds, coming out glistening wet. The nub of her clitoris was up stiff and throbbing, and she delighted in working it back and forth with her finger. Her free hand moved to pinch and squeeze her breasts. She rolled each nipple between a forefinger and thumb until it swelled with passion. Then she held a breast close to her face and bent her head. By straining and reaching out with her tongue, she was able to lick the nipple. It felt good, and she moaned with increasing passion, unable to stop.
On some of her other babysitting jobs, the child was too young to know what was going on, so Melissa frequently took advantage of the situation by pressing her breasts against the infant's lips while she manipulated her own genitals. It was more fun having someone else suck your nipples, Melissa knew, than doing it all by yourself.
If only David were younger, she thought.
With a smile, she added to herself, Or older, so he could screw me!
It was a kind of funny thought, and it made her giggle. She wondered if six-year-old boys got stiff peckers. Strange she'd never wondered about that before-or experimented to see if they could.
Boyfriend Steve had worked her up to such an extent, then let her down, that she was certainly grateful she had a finger to replace him. She worked it in and out of the hole between her legs, faster and faster. Her legs were lifted off the couch and spread wide; she began to grunt and squeal.
Then she heard a noise. At first she ignored it, not really hearing the sound, but after a few seconds it crept into her conscious mind. It had been a thumping sound, like someone falling out of bed.
David! she thought in sudden panic. He might come out of his bedroom and find her in the living room, masturbating in a frenzy. Quickly, Melissa put down her legs, abandoned her sweaty crotch, and straightened her skirt about her thighs.
No David appeared, however. Melissa rose and went into his bedroom. By the table light beside the boy's stand, the young girl saw that he had indeed fallen from the bed. It hadn't awakened him, however, for he was sleeping peacefully on the floor beside the bed.
Smiling, Melissa tried to tug him back onto the bed, but the dead weight resisted her. Finally, she got on her knees, scooped him from the floor and up to the mattress. She froze in that position, startled by the sight of the young boy's penis which had popped out of the fly of his pajamas and dangled limply right under her nose.
Melissa wet her lips. If a fall from the bed hadn't awakened him, she thought, then certainly....
The notion intrigued her. She reached out a tentative finger and touched the tiny, pink penis. Encouraged by his lack of response, she boldly rolled the flesh between her fingers. David sighed and smiled in his sleep, but he didn't awaken. Melissa was confident he would remain asleep, no matter what she did to him, and she grew very excited just thinking about it. She felt guilty, of course, but that added to the excitement.
Still kneeling beside the bed, she spread her legs and thrust her finger up into her crotch, finding her hot, wet opening, rubbing the clitoris with renewed enthusiasm. Then she bent her head over the sleeping boy's genitals and took his limp penis between her lips to suck on it....
On this date that evening with thirty-two-year old Marge, Adam Fawkes behaved with an automatic gallantry. They went to dinner and did some dancing, and Adam made polite conversation about everything and nothing. Marge asked him about his new job at Bradbury School For Girls, and even went so far as to say she'd miss him.
"Well, maybe I can come in for an occasional weekend," he said, "and see you."
But his mind wasn't on Marge at all. His thoughts were fully on Melissa, the sixteen-year-old babysitter whom he'd seen sucking her boyfriend's cock and then being fucked by the young boy. During his dance, he'd closed his eyes and tried to visualize it was the young girl in his arms instead of the schoolteacher, and his fantasy took over for a moment. He buried his head in the sweet perfume of the girl's hair, thrust his body close to hers.
Marge was surprised by the overt act. She could feel Adam's stiff penis thrusting against her leg, and it thrilled her to know her body still excited a man. Yet he'd never made a serious pass at her. A simple goodnight kiss had been about it, and her breath caught as she wondered if this last night before he left he'd have sex with her.
She hadn't had sex with anyone since her husband died five years ago. While she'd enjoyed intercourse, she knew she could take it or leave it. She liked Adam, very much, though, and she didn't know what her reactions would be if he did try to go to bed with her. Even so, she shivered in sudden anticipation and automatically thrust her hips into closer contact with him.
Adam smiled dreamily and pressed back. Then he realized the girl in his arms wasn't Melissa, and self-consciously he backed off. That was close, he thought. He didn't want to give Marge any ideas. Although fucking her wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, he wanted to save himself for better and younger things. He'd already had one of them earlier in the day, and if things worked out, he'd have another, and he didn't want to shortchange the next one.
He took Marge home early, apologizing, saying he still had a lot of packing to do. Marge wondered if that was the real reason for his cutting short the evening, or if he wanted greater intimacy with her at her place. She hesitated, then decided if he wanted to have sex with her, she'd let him. Her mind sang at the prospect, and her body ached with sudden realization that she'd been without a man for too long.
At her door, he took the key she proffered him and applied it to the lock. There was a soft click, and he opened the door and held it for her.
Inside, she said, "I wonder where Melissa is?"
Looking over Marge's shoulder, Adam saw where-Melissa was and why she was too busy to notice their quiet entrance.
"Probably in the John," he said. "Why don't you go fix me a drink."
The look on Marge's face showed she wondered why he shooed her into the kitchen, but she went. Adam looked down the corridor again, to the mirror which reflected David's lighted bedroom. The sixteen-year-old babysitter was kneeling beside the bed, her skirt pulled up, her finger busily plunging into her cunt, while her mouth was busily sucking the sleeping young boy's cock.
Just then Marge made some clinking sounds with ice cubes and glasses in the kitchen, and Melissa's head jerked up. Adam noticed that David's thin little penis was up stiff and throbbing, then he moved away from the line of vision and joined Marge in the kitchen.
"Oh there you are," she said.
He hugged her playfully. "Of course. Where else would I be?"
She handed him a glass full of ice and whiskey. "I could save this. Why don't you take Melissa home and come back."
"That's not a bad idea," he told her.
But he knew he wouldn't. Not if he played his sexual cards right with the worked-up babysitter.
Melissa walked into the living room, her face flushed with excitement of what she'd been doing.
"Oh, hi," she said. Her voice was slightly out of breath, which made it sound very sexy to Adam. "I didn't hear you come in. I was just tucking in David."
Adam suppressed a grin. Sucking in David would be more accurate. The sight of the hot teenage girl made his genitals throb in anticipation. He didn't really want the drink in his hand-it'd merely been an excuse to get Marge into the kitchen-but he was stuck with it.
"I'll be with you in a minute, Melissa," Adam said.
"Oh, there's no rush, Mr. Fawkes," she said.
But Adam had already gulped down his drink. He felt it course through his body, inflaming his desire even more. Perhaps the drink hadn't been a bad idea after all; it might make him bolder than he otherwise might have been.
As Melissa gathered up her homework, Marge pressed close to Adam and said, "Come back when you let her off."
Adam nodded. Then he and the babysitter left. The young girl preceded him to the car, and he took the opportunity to stare at her voluptuous, twitching buttocks, her smooth, long legs. When she slid into the front seat, her skirt went up to reveal an inspiring vista of creamy thigh.
As they drove, Adam stole glances at the young girl. Her skirt was pulled high over her beautiful legs. Her breasts strained the material of her blouse. As he watched, she drew her tongue along her red lips, and Adam couldn't help but think:
Man, how I'd love to have that pink little tongue licking my cock. And those red lips sucking and kissing it!
The thought made him tremble. They were driving along a secluded, tree-lined street. Adam pulled the car over to the curb, doused the lights and switched off the motor.
"Why are we stopping here, Mr. Fawkes?" Melissa wanted to know.
Adam smiled reassuringly and slid toward her on the seat. "I thought we might have a little talk, just you and me."
"Oh?" Her face betrayed her growing nervousness. "About what?"
Adam boldly put one hand on the girl's breast and squeezed it. "Fucking, for one thing. Cocksucking for another."
The girl gulped. She was so surprised by his hand on her and his words, she wasn't able to move, or speak. Finally, she found her voice.
"What-what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, honey." He reached under her blouse and massaged her breasts. "You're a big girl now. You deserve a bigger cock to play with than little David's."
The girl gasped. "You saw me?" And, when Adam nodded: "Don't tell on me, Mr. Fawkes, please."
"I won't, Melissa-if you cooperate with me."
He took her hand and placed it over the front of his pants. She yanked it back as though her hand touched a hot poker.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can, Melissa," Adam said calmly. "Did you know it's against the law to do to a small boy what you were doing to David?"
She seemed on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean any harm. He was asleep, and I was so hot.... "
"You still are, Melissa. I can tell."
Adam massaged the girl's naked breast and rolled her erecting nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand quickly went under her skirt and between her legs, sliding along her warm thigh until he could place his palm up tight against her hairy crotch.
"Oooooh!" she squealed as his hand came into contact with her. Then: "We shouldn't, Mr. Fawkes."
Adam insinuated a finger into her hot cunt, pressed it deep, while his thumb played with her nub of clitoris. He smiled to himself, certain of what would happen. Her hot, wet opening told him she was getting ready, as did her hoarse voice and the way she was beginning to shudder and press her crotch against his thrusting finger.
"C'mon, honey," he whispered, "do something for me, too."
Once again he took her hand and placed it over the increasing bulge in his pants. She hesitated for a moment, then her eager hand gripped him through the cloth so intensely he almost cried out.
Her breathing was very heavy, and she was moving her hips, pressing her crotch up against his hand in even strokes that betrayed her passion.
"Take it out, honey," Adam told her. "Take my cock out and play with it."
The hesitation was briefer this time. Melissa used one hand to unzip him, then reached into the opening, eased her fingers through his underwear and snaked his stiff penis out. The touch of her hands on his naked flesh made his breath catch.
"That's it, honey," he urged. "Work it around in your hands. Play with it. You know how. The way you did with your boyfriend."
Melissa's eyes widened. He even knows what I've been doing with Steve, she thought, alarmed. Yet the idea that the handsome teacher had been someplace watching her made her body surge with renewed excitement. Mr. Fawkes had probably wanted to screw her for a long time; the notion pleased her.
She didn't really mind playing with him like this. He'd just surprised her, that was all. Sex was fun. Besides, she didn't have any other choice.
Smiling to herself, she rolled his stiff penis between the palms of her hands, feeling it lurch like a live thing against her palms. She ran her hot, eager hands all over the sides and the top of it, then lowered one hand to cup and massage the teacher's testicles.
"Mmmmm," Adam sighed, "that's wonderful."
His finger attacked her cunt with renewed enthusiasm, while his free hand moved over her breasts, going from one to the other. He bent his head to her bosom and licked and kissed the erect nipples, then moved to her mouth, where he kissed her hard, long, and passionately, darting his tongue past her sharp teeth into the cavity of her mouth to duel with her hot, reciprocating tongue which lashed back at him.
He transferred his lips to her ear, where he whispered, "Suck on it for me, honey."
At first, Melissa didn't understand what he meant. Then, as understanding came, her face blossomed into redness. Steve was the only boy whose pecker she'd ever put in her mouth. She drew back in alarm.
"Oh, no, Mr. Fawkes, I couldn't."
"Sure you could, honey," he said calmly. "Unless you want everybody to know you suck little boys' cocks."
A look of alarm spread over her pretty face. She'd never get another babysitting job if that happened. She might even be arrested. Besides, what would Steve say if he found out.
"I'll do anything you say, Mr. Fawkes," she said, forcing a smile.
"And," he added, "you'll probably enjoy every throbbing inch of it, too."
Melissa bent to examine his stiff penis more intimately. Adam released his grip on her crotch and her breast so she could have greater freedom on movement. Her hands reached out to fondle him gently, run her fingers up and down his pulsating ;haft as though she were playing a musical instrument. She bent her head closer to it, all the time wetting her lips, moving her tiny, pink tongue over her teeth.
Adam found himself getting more and more excited. The notion of some young girl doing this to him was thrilling; but to actually have her doing it was indescribable. Besides, there in front of him was a sight he longed to see-the teenager's breasts hanging out of her blouse, bobbing delightfully with each movement she made; and her legs, visible all the way up to the crotch, a scintillating sight. Despite already having fucked one girl earlier, he knew he was going to have a hard time of it.
Hard, he thought with a pleased chuckle, was the word for it, all right. My cock's hard as a rock.
As Melissa's fingers rolled all about it, the penis stiffened and throbbed, jerking around against the palms of her hands. He held his breath as he felt the warm air from her mouth softly caressing the tip of his penis as she drew close to it. Her tongue came out, wet and hot, and reached out for him. He tensed, then gasped as contact came, as the teenager's tongue licked the top of his penis, then circled the rim of it.
He closed his eyes and threw back his head, hardly capable of breathing, feeling his heart pound a rapid tattoo against his rib cage. Oh man, it was good, and it promised to be better, better even than Glenda earlier this evening. Automatically, he raised his hips to insert his cock into the girl's mouth.
Melissa took the hint. Her mouth opened and she took the knob of his penis between her lips. Her lips closed, and she pulled and sucked at it with a sudden fury. The effect was startling.
Adam shuddered with tremors of pleasure. He reached down and seized her head in his hands and forced it farther down into his lap. He felt his throbbing shaft slide easily between her lips, past her teeth, deep into the depths of her hot, wet mouth, where she worked it back and forth with her tongue.
"That's the spirit, honey," he husked, "suck it. Suck it good."
Melissa gripped his testicles and the lower shaft of his penis with a determined hand, while she raised and lowered her head with a fast rhythm, letting the male flesh slide past her lips up to the knob, where she'd play her tongue maddeningly over the tip of it before sucking it back into her mouth to its full, throbbing length.
Melissa felt her body grow warm and sweaty. She'd enjoyed giving Steve a blowjob, and it was sort of interesting doing it to little David-but it was nothing like this. The quivering penis of Adam Fawkes was a delight to hold in her mouth, to suck on, to swish her tongue all over. Steve took her for granted, but this schoolteacher seemed to be getting real kicks from her mouth. The thought pleased her.
Adam was pleased, too-with himself for arranging this to happen, and with what was happening itself. Each new conquest seemed better than the last, and Melissa was no exception. As the girl worked a frantic rhythm in his lap, her lips tight around his penis, he felt himself coming.
"Wait," he said. "I want to fuck you."
He pulled her up by her hair, lifted her skirt and had her sit in his lap, lowering her so the tip of his penis entered the opening between her legs. As the weight of her sank onto him, burying his penis to the testicles, gripping it convulsively, he groaned and had to hold back.
He wanted it to last a little longer.
"That's right, honey, you're doing fine," he said.
In the cramped quarters of the front seat, it was one of the more practical positions he enjoyed. Besides, it gave him the chance to really feel up a young girl's breasts while fucking her. He busied his hands under her blouse, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, palming the hard nipples, while he worked his hips up and down, pushing his penis all the way into her, then pulling it out slightly, thrusting it back a little harder.
Before long, Melissa was squealing with the intense pleasure he was giving her. His penis was swollen almost to bursting up inside her vagina, and she seemed ready to explode herself.
"You like it, honey?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh yes, Mr. Fawkes. It's-it's wonderful."
Adam smiled. The words were good for his ego. What made it all the better was that Melissa seemed to be really enjoying it, as much as he was.
The fact was, the young girl was having the time of her life. Sex was no stranger to her, but Steve was always so fast. Slam, bam, he'd come, and that was it. Mr. Fawkes was holding back, taking his time, and she enjoyed every second of it. She closed her eyes and raised her hips in an even rhythm to match his upward thrusts. His stiff penis moved thickly up inside her, then back down, rubbing her clit each way, making her wince with pleasure each time it happened. His hands expertly kneaded her breasts, and she felt the flesh ache as her nipples stiffened against his palm.
She was going to come, she knew it. It was something she seldom did when her boyfriend Steve rammed his pecker up there and screwed her. She began grunting and corkscrewing her hips as she began more frantically to raise and lower herself on the schoolteacher's lap.
Involuntarily, she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" over and over again as her body slammed sown, forcing his penis deep into her. She felt it engorge, throb, sputter. She could hardly think. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart pounded loud in her ears.
I can't hold back any longer, Adam thought.
Then he didn't try. The thought uppermost on his mind was orgasm. He gritted his teeth, gripped both the young girl's breasts in his hands, and raised his hips from the seat, lifting the girl in his lap, plunging his penis as far into her as it would go.
The thrust did it for Melissa, too. She screeched at the top of her lungs and shuddered from head to toe, precisely as Adam let loose. His penis throbbed, pulsated, and spurted hot semen into the girl's vagina which was contracting spasmodically to grip and release him in a rhythm which could not be denied.
When it was over, he collapsed on the seat with the girl in his arms. For a moment, he toyed idly with her nipples and kissed her neck. Then he let her move to the seat beside him.
"How about licking it off for me," he said.
It wasn't exactly a request. To Melissa it seemed more like a command. Yet the idea of it still appealed to her. Besides, she could always tell herself that he was forcing her to do it, couldn't she?
She bent over the teacher's lap. His penis had lost some of its hardness, but it was still long and impressive. It was covered with traces of his own semen and some of her vaginal juices, and it glistened in the dim light. She held the base of it in one hand and pressed her tongue along the shaft, licking the stickiness away. It tasted kind of funny to her-not bad, really, just different-and she found the new experience to her liking.
"That's the spirit, baby," Adam Fawkes said, running his fingers through her hair, "I like my girls to be neat."
After a suitable time, Adam said, "All right, Melissa, that's enough. We'd better get you home."
He didn't want Marge or the girl's parents to suspect anything by getting the teenager home late. Thoughts of Marge reminded him he must invent an excuse to not return to her house. One came immediately: the car had a flat tire. There was no reason for Marge or anyone to disbelieve it.
He started the car and drove along. "I don't want you to tell anyone what happened tonight between us, Melissa. If anyone knew, you'd be in bad trouble. Remember that."
"I promise," the girl said.
But another part of her mind came alive with a thought which hadn't occurred to her before. Mr. Fawkes wouldn't want anyone to know what he'd done, either-because he'd had sex with an under-age girl. He could get in trouble too. She smiled at the realization. Of course, she wouldn't tell anybody; still, it was nice knowing it. Funny, it hadn't come to her before. She'd been too excited, she guessed.
Adam pulled the car to a halt before a lighted house where Melissa lived. He took out his wallet and handed her two five dollar bills.
"One is for the babysitting," he said with a smile. "The other is-well, just a present."
She thanked him profusely, then opened the car door and slid out. Adam watched the sexy twitching of her buttocks as she walked up the walk to her front door, feeling a reminiscent twinge in his crotch. She'd been very exciting, and it was a shame he'd never have her again.
Of course, he consoled himself as he drove off, there were many others waiting for him at the Bradbury School-many other young girls with golden breasts and thighs and inviting crotches just waiting for the invasion of his stiff cock into their teenage cunts.
The thought consoled him.
Melissa meanwhile was quite happy with the way things turned out. She'd earned an extra five dollars for herself, and she had a new position to try with Steve when they went out. It was kind of exciting, too, to have a little variety. Mr. Fawkes' pecker was different from Steve's. She wondered if other boys' cocks were different from both of them. Steve was getting too sure of her lately. Maybe she should teach him a lesson. She might even, she thought drowsily, tell him one day about her affair with the high school teacher.
It never occurred to her to douche, since Steve always used contraceptives. It wasn't until three weeks later, when she missed her period, that she remembered Adam Fawkes' naked penis had spurted its semen deep inside her and she might be pregnant with his child!
CHAPTER THREE
Adam Fawkes still had a few days before having to report to Bradbury girls' school, but he knew well how he was going to fill the time. As he drove, his thoughts were alive with anticipation.
Farther up the road, he'd start swinging south toward Mexico. He'd cross the border and head directly to Nogales on the Mexican side, store his car there, and take a plane to Mazatlan.
He'd gone this route several times before during school vacations, so he knew what he was doing. Mazatlan was not particularly a swinging town except in one respect-it boasted a school for whores, where teenage and even preteen girls practiced their craft before being sent to various cat-houses throughout the country.
Adam liked young stuff, so the place was a sexual heaven to him. The girls were not only willing, they were so eager to get good grades they'd do anything and everything with such delightful determination they drove customers out of their minds with pleasure. Adam had many fond memories of the place, and he was sure this trip would furnish him with even more.
The light aircraft carried him without incident to the small airfield at Mazatlan, where he took a cab into town. The cabbie, who spoke English with heavy Mexican accents, asked him the inevitable question: Did he want a girl? A boy? A dirty show? The man smiled and nodded when Adam not only asked to go to the school for prostitutes, but gave him the address as well.
On the short drive, Adam leaned back and despite the jostling of the swiftly moving cab, let his thoughts drift to the last time he'd visited the little red whorehouse. He'd had a girl named Maria then-a sweet, dark-haired child, with flashing eyes that betrayed a Latin passion behind her innocent face. She was twelve, but tall for her age. Her youthful body was slim and well-formed, with the beginnings of breasts on her chest, and wispy strands of pubic hair covering her genitals. Her lips were rich and red, and Adam shuddered with pleasure as he recalled her mouth moving over his body, and how those full lips had kissed his penis, taken it between them, sucking it deep in her throat.
By United States standards, the girl was merely a child, one who should be innocent of such sexual pleasures; in Mexico, she was already a practiced whore. Of course, Maria would no longer be in the school. She'd taken all her courses in sex education, had graduated, and was busy doing field work in one of the many cathouses sprinkled throughout Mexico.
The cab skidded to a stop, indicating they'd arrived. Adam paid the cabbie, who swiftly accelerated his taxi down the street. A large gray building confronted Adam. Without hesitating, he walked into it.
It hadn't changed much. There was still a kind of reception room, with the same middle-aged woman with red-dyed hair who rose from a chair and came with a smile on her wrinkled face to greet him in Spanish. When Adam greeted her in English and spoke her name, the woman said:
"Ah, the senor has been here before."
"Many times."
The smile remained pasted to her face, but no glint of recognition came in the watery blue eyes. She was wearing a very formal brocaded gown which showed off large amounts of her flabby breasts.
"Then please go right in," she said. "We have a nice new selection of girls from all over Mexico."
Adam nodded and went right in. Beyond the reception room through drapes covering the door, was a large room, thickly carpeted, with expensive-looking paintings on the walls, a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling, a bar in one corner, a spiral staircase leading to the bedroom upstairs. A dozen girls looked up expectantly as Adam entered, and Adam looked expectantly back at them.
He detected the madam close behind him. "If there is anything special you wish, senor," she said, "do not hesitate to ask."
"I won't hesitate," Adam promised.
The girls' ages ranged from about ten to thirteen years. They came in all sizes, thin, chubby, well-shaped, with large breasts, medium breasts, small breasts, and no breasts at all. Most of them had black hair-on their, head and on their crotches. One girl had dyed her hair blonde in both places. None of them was completely naked, but any covering they wore did not cover up the vital spots that would interest a male wishing to window shop. There were several baby doll nighties in evidence. One girl wore a bra with the nipples cut out, and a matching set of panties with the crotch exposed.
Dark-haired twins came forward smiling to grasp his arms and lead him into the room. They were about thirteen years, resembled Maria whom he'd had last time, and wore only high heels and transparent panties.
"Senor would like a drink?" one of them asked.
"Senor would like a drink from this," Adam laughed, bending to kiss one of her nipples.
Surprised and pleased, the young girl giggled. The other girl laughed, too, and Adam thought he detected a glint of envy in her dark eyes, so he quickly bent his head, took one of her nipples in his mouth and twirled his tongue swiftly but expertly over it.
Then he straightened and said, "You may bring me a scotch and water."
One of the girls scurried to get it, while the other seated Adam on one of the many couches sprinkled about the room. He watched the girl walk to get his drink, his gaze riveted in fascination by the twitching of her rounded buttocks as she went. The jiggling had a certain result-aided and abetted by the other twin gently massaging the front of his trousers, pressing her warm thigh tightly against his, and rubbing her young, tender but firm breasts along his arm. Adam absent-mindedly reached to fondle one of the breasts while he looked about the room.
Most of the girls were merely lounging around on the couches and chairs, many of them assuming unlady-like but unmistakably female poses designed to arouse a receptive male. The only other receptive male in the room, besides Adam, was a middle-aged, balding businessman-type nervously fondling a baby doll clad girl who kept teasing him by removing his glasses and rubbing it between her legs. From the way the man was blushing and gasping, Adam thought he was already close to orgasm.
Then a young body blocked his view, and he started paying attention to his own pleasure. The twin had returned with his drink. She handed it to him, then sat beside him on the couch and proceeded to rub her hands all over him with as much enthusiasm as her sister.
There was a great deal he could do with his hands, but Adam decided to take it easy. After all, he had lots of time, so why rush it. He leaned back on the couch and sipped his drink, letting the girls work him over. They were a pretty good team. One would nibble at his earlobes while the other rubbed his crotch. One would rub her breasts over his face in tantalizing fashion, while the other sat on his lap and wiggled her cute little bottom against him.
He'd already had half an erection when he walked into the place. Now, it was complete. His penis stood up inside his pants, harder than ever, threatening to leap right out through the cloth with each rub the girls made against his body. Adam had looked all the girls over. Any one of them would have satisfied his sexual craving, but he knew without hesitation what he wanted-the double-barreled reception committee.
He gulped down his drink and said, "How about the three of us going upstairs to do some plain and imagine fucking?"
The girls giggled. "You wish both of us, senor?"
"Of course," Adam said. "I wouldn't want to break up the set."
"It'll be twice the price," the other girl said.
"And well worth it," Adam said. "Now, let's get going."
He knew he could have haggled over the price, but by that time he was so hot and bothered he just wanted to get with it, to feel both girls crawling over his body, and vice versa. One of the girls disappeared briefly and returned with the madam. Adam paid her. The girls each took one of his arms and pulled him upstairs. Laughing, Adam pulled free so his arms could encircle their slim waists, then drop so his palm could rest on their twitching buttocks, which he enjoyed doing.
As they rounded the first landing, Adam looked down at the balding businessman lying limply on the couch, a wet spot staining the front of his trousers. Adam couldn't suppress a grin at that. Then he worked both hands under the rims of the girls' panties and down over the undulating fleshy be-hinds, along the crack, then snaked dual fingers into a jungle of damp pubic hair and the steaming hole beyond. The girls giggled and sighed at that. They seem to be eager to hit the sack with me, Adam thought, pleased by the notion-although realizing they probably behaved the same with every other customer who took them upstairs.
The girls led him down a corridor lined with doors. Some of the doors were closed, but the sounds of grunting males and protesting bed-springs testified to their occupancy.
"In here," one of the girls said, indicating an open door. "This room has one of the biggest beds."
They went into the lighted room. There was a washbasin and a paper towel dispenser, a few lamps scattered about, and very little furniture outside of the double bed that dominated the room. There didn't need to be much furniture, though. Any occupant of the room was there for a short time and had little use for anything other than the bed, and perhaps later the washbasin to clean up.
One of the girls closed the door behind them while the other dragged an unresisting Adam to the bed. He stretched out on it, and an instant later four hands were unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, unbuttoning his shirt. When he was naked, both girls quickly shucked their wispy panties and fell upon him on the bed.
Adam had never had two girls at the same time; and the sight of double the usual number of young breasts, invitingly hair-covered crotches and smoothly curved legs really did things to him. His penis was up stiff and throbbing with delightful expectation.
"Is there anything in particular you would like us to do, senor?" one of the girls asked.
"Anything," Adam replied, "and everything. Just make me happy."
The girls smiled in unison and began.
It was obvious they were neither bashful nor inexperienced. They'd been around-several times a day most-likely. They knew what pleased a man, and they were more than willing to do it.
Wherever Adam looked, there were delightful close-up views of female anatomies. His fingers itched, his mouth watered, his loins ached. He was not content to have things done to him; he wanted to participate, and there was no reason for holding back. As an eager tongue explored his testicles and worked up along the shaft of his distended penis, he took a stiff nipple of the other girl between his lips and sucked greedily on it. His hand glided up along her slim legs as she knelt over him. He released her nipple and guided her around so she, too, could work on his genitals. The position brought the rounded globes of her buttocks close to his face. Her legs were slightly apart, so he could see right up between them, into the moist bushy area surrounding her hot genitals. Smiling, he reached up with both hands to surround her fleshy butt and squeeze the flesh for a moment before following the crack down to where his finger could delve into the jungle of pubic hair and beyond, into openings so available to him.
He worked a finger in and out of a hole for awhile, smiling at the way she twisted her buttocks against his finger and the way she spread her legs to give him more room to explore. The smile also was for another reason: two pairs of tongues and lips were engulfing his genitals, licking the testicles, running hotly over the sides of the penis, while young, tender breasts massaged his legs, his stomach, his groin, making his skin tingle where the hard nipples grazed the flesh. He felt like he was going to explode, but he held back, wanting it to last.
One of the girls nibbled at the tip of his penis, then opened her mouth wide and swallowed him, while the tip of her tongue swirled around the sides and the top. The other, deprived of the penis, was equal to the occasion. She swung around and dove under Adam's legs in a surprise maneuver that startled him, and lifted his legs to her shoulders. He didn't realize what she was up to until he felt her tongue licking his anus. He almost laughed. Not only did the tongue tickle-though pleasantly-but every time she drew her tongue in an upward sweep, her nose lifted his testicles.
The girl gulping his stiff penis was not content with that action. At the same time, she moved the upper part of her body so that her breast tips barely touched Adam's leg and stomach. And all the while her mouth was busy sucking, her tongue was busy licking, her hands were busy gripping the bottom of his shaft, holding it tightly.
Adam gritted his teeth and held on, making a desperate effort to keep from having an orgasm.
The feel of the naked bodies swarming over him excited him very much. It always had, but now it was doubly so. His loins bubbled inwardly, and he trembled with pleasant sensations from head to toe. The girls seemed to sense this. They left their posts and moved to new locations, using their mouths and tongues all over the shuddering gringo under them. They kissed his nipples, stuck hot tongues into his navel, sucked each one of his toes as slowly as possible.
Finally, Adam could stand it no longer. He gasped, "Come on, let's fuck!"
He hadn't thought about how he was going to do it, but now that the time was at hand he automatically guided the girls into a suitable set of positions. One of them straddled him, bringing the junction of her spread legs down over his stiff penis. Adam wet his lips and watched, wincing with pleasure, as his shaft disappeared into the gaping, hair-covered opening. The girl smiled and lowered herself all the way, then began a slow-at-first, rhythmic raising and lowering of her body over him.
The second girl straddled him, too, but high up on his chest, with her hairy young crotch inches from his face.
"Closer," he said, "closer. I'm going to have my fuck and eat it too."
The girl laughed politely, though she didn't understand Adam's joke. The important thing was, she understood what he wanted of her. She inched along his body until her crotch was full in his face. She felt his lips press against her genitals, felt his tongue ease into the opening and find her clitoris.
Adam felt more excited than he'd ever been in his life. The girl he was fucking-or was it she who was fucking him?-was rising and lowering with an increased rhythm, letting his stiff penis come out almost all the way before sinking back down on it, gripping it with her inner muscles. She was tight to begin with, and her additional corkscrewing gave more impetus to his pleasure.
The musky odor of the other twin's genitals filled his nostrils and made his head swim. She'd perfumed herself in that area, but it wasn't a garish perfume, and it did not overpower the other, natural smells he'd come to love. He nibbled at-the black hair, drawing it straight in his teeth before releasing it. He pressed his lips in a warm, wet kiss against the vaginal lips of the young girl. He extended his tongue and licked her up and down. His questing tongue found the nub of clitoris and laved it with enthusiasm.
And his hands-he couldn't leave them idle, could he?-reached up and fondled the pert breasts; massaging them feeling the nipples grow hard against his palm. It was an added bonus to the already seemingly ultimate pleasure of fucking and sucking simultaneously.
It was the first time for Adam, but it sure wasn't going to be the last.
Holding back under those conditions was impossible. He felt himself coming and he didn't try to restrain it. His gasp was muffled in one girl's genitals, as he raised his hips from the bed, lifting the other young girl with them. His swollen penis seemed to expand even more inside her; then it spasmed, shooting hot liquid into her vagina in short bursts that made her scream with delight and increase the fury of her final strokes over him.
Adam grunted his final shot, gave a last squeeze to the breasts nearest him, licked the hairy vulva literally under his noise-and collapsed, exhausted but extremely content.
The girls climbed off him. Adam stared, fascinated, at them, a double dose of teenage loveliness. He wanted to fix their image in his memory to carry with him to his new job in the States. When the girls started to pull on their panties, he said, "Wait," pointed to his sticky genitals, and said, "Clean up for me."
When they merely looked puzzled at him, he elaborated, "With your tongues. like a pair of little pussycats."
They hesitated, but a promise of an additional five dollars made them agree. An instant later, the two naked girls were licking off all traces of semen and vaginal juices on Adam's limp penis. The penis lurched and rolled and grew half-hard, but Adam knew he wasn't ready for another session-not just then anyway.
Later, as he took a cab back to the airport, and when the light plane was returning him swiftly to Nogales to pick up his car, he knew what was wrong with the session. It had been a wonderful experience, one which he wouldn't mind repeating, but it had been too commercial. The girls would do the same for any tourist with the price. Up North-at Bradbury School for Girls, for example-it was different. Most of the girls didn't put out as readily. You had to fight for it, maneuver for it, trick them into it if you could, perhaps even use force or blackmail.
Adam had thought his visit to the school for whores would placate his desire for young girls for awhile, would take the edge off his appetite so he could resist the temptations of all the lovely young female flesh that abounded on the campus he was going to.
He found, instead, his appetite was whetted.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Welcome to Bradbury School for Girls, Mr. Fawkes," Miss Henshaw said, favoring Adam with a porcelain smile. "We are not a large school, but we are a select one. I must say you come well qualified."
Adam took the coldly stiff hand proffered him and shook it, all the while suppressing a smile of amusement. Every time I come, he thought pleasantly, it's because I'm well qualifier-in the sex department! But of course he didn't voice these sentiments. Too bad, too. He'd love to see the shocked look on the old biddy's face. If she ever saw a man's stiff cock, she probably wouldn't know what it was, much less what to do with it.
A plain, white-haired, hatchet-faced woman, Miss Henshaw looked as though she'd allow no hanky-panky. Her words confirmed it.
"I must admit," she said, "I was a little put out at the thought of a man teaching here at the school. Did you know you'll be the first and the only man ever to do that?"
"I didn't know that, Adam said. like a sultan in a harem of virgins, he thought warmly.
"The girls are young and impressionable," Miss Henshaw went on
"Don't worry, Miss Henshaw," Adam said soothingly, "I've had a lot of experience handling young girls."
Handling their nipples, their breasts, their cute little asses, the marvelous cunts! he thought, his loins glowing at the memory.
"I'm sure of that," Miss Henshaw said with a thin smile. She seemed cordial enough, but there was an undercurrent of hostility, and Adam knew he'd have to watch out for her. "In any event you're here. As you know, you'll be an English instructor for the most part. In addition, you'll counsel those girls who need counseling. I suspect this was one reason for hiring a man-to give a father image to the young ladies who have such a need away from home."
Adam smiled. A father image wasn't exactly what he wanted to project-unless the game was incest.
"You expressed a desire to live in if possible," Miss Henshaw went on, "to be nearer your work. While we have no facilities within the building here, there is a small cottage on the grounds, formerly occupied by the gardener."
"I'm sure it will be quite comfortable," Adam assured her.
"Good." Miss Henshaw stood up. "The girls won't be arriving until tomorrow, but all the teachers are here. Come along, I'll introduce you."
All the other teachers were female, of course. Adam harbored hopes that perhaps one or two of them might be pretty young recent-graduates on their first job. His hopes proved to be in vain. They were all stern, grandmotherly types, even the gym teacher who looked like she might have played tackle for Notre Dame.
Adam said a cheery hello, but it was obvious his presence was something of a radical departure from what they'd been used to, and they didn't seem to know whether to accept him as a fellow teacher or the enemy man within their midst. Well no matter, Adam decided, the girl students would more than make up for the cold shoulders he was getting. The next day would be filled with warm thighs and breasts.
Meanwhile, he moved out into the small cottage a short distance from the school building. It was barely more than a single room with a fireplace, and a bathroom in a separate room off one end, but it was cozy. Adam unpacked and looked around. Through his window he saw one side of the school building. The bottom floor he recognized as the gymnasium, with its exit to the playground nearby. The second floor seemed to be the rooms where the girls slept. Adam smiled at that. The scenery from his window might prove to be more inspiring than the Grand Canyon.
Late that afternoon he drove into town, a small place that boasted a tiny cinema, where Adam spent the evening watching an ancient picture he'd never seen before. When he returned to the college cottage, he built a small fire in the fireplace and fell asleep watching the flames dance about, licking the wood, consuming it. After the orgy in Mexico, he felt lonely and wished he had a young girl in bed with him, nuzzling him, kissing him with youthful eagerness, pressing her firm young body into intimate contact with him, rubbing her tender breasts with the hard nipples over his naked chest.
He fell asleep with a stiff penis and awakened the same way after a restless and unsatisfied night. He shaved, took a cold shower, dressed, and trotted over to the school for breakfast. Meals were served family style at the school; Adam found the covey of middle-aged teachers already congregated at one of the tables in the huge dining room.
He didn't go for women in their early thirties, much less older than that. Nevertheless, he wanted to win over their confidence, so he was witty and charming throughout the morning meal and managed to discuss education trivia with the appearance that he knew what he was talking about. It was obvious, at any rate, that Miss Henshaw was impressed and since she was the mother hen that was a point in Adam's favor.
Another factor cheered him up during the otherwise drab session. It was the appearance of Pepita, daughter of the fat, great Mexican woman who cooked for the teachers and the girls. Pepita was about sixteen, and she helped her mother cook food in the kitchen and serve food in the dining room. She was dark-haired, dark-skinned and pretty. She wore a white uniform that hugged her youthful curves with a persistence that Adam admired. When she bent over and bustled quickly about, he also found himself admiring the rounded curve of her legs and buttocks-though he was careful not to let his admiration show to the assembled teachers. He carried on a glib conversation while watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. Dropping his hand into his lap casually, he discovered that his penis had also noted the arrival of a suitable sex object.
After breakfast, Miss Henshaw showed Adam to his private office, to the classroom where he'd be conducting his English classes, and around the school in general, touching those spots they'd missed during the previous day's encounter.
In the afternoon the. girls began arriving. There were fewer than fifty of them for the new semester, but that would be plenty for the small school to handle. Adam sat behind his desk and looked over the names of the ten girls who'd been assigned to him for counseling. There was April, Barbara, Bonnie, Christine, Elsa, Fanny, Gabrielle, Jane, Tracy and Mitzi; from each of their folders smiled back a small square photo of an attractive girl. That is, all except Jane were smiling; she didn't seem as pretty as the others, and Adam wondered if that were the reason for her lack of enthusiasm as a model.
A young, innocent, virginal-looking brunette stuck her pretty head in and asked, "Mr. Fawkes?"
"That's right," he admitted. "Come in."
She went in, on very shapely legs, Adam noted, and introduced herself.
"Glad to meet you, April," Adam said and indicated a chair in front of his desk.
As she perched herself in the straight-backed chair; Adam tried not to be conspicuous about watching her smooth, nylon-clad legs. Mmmmmm, he thought, licking his mental lips, wouldn't I just love to spread those delicious legs of yours, baby, peel down the stockings, and have at you with tooth, tongue and cock!
He flipped open her folder and glanced at it. The fifteen-year-old girl lived in town with her divorced mother but went there only during weekends. They talked about the courses April was planning on taking, and what her eventual occupational goal was. Adam played it straight, but every second he was aware of the girl's legs, her slender hips, her slight breasts poking out her blouse. He was more aware of the girl's sexuality than she was. She excited him so much he was reluctant to let her go, but he had to, for other girls were waiting.
The next two came in simultaneously. They were Barbara and Bonnie, twin blondes. Adam looked closely but he was unable to detect any difference in their clothing, their bodies, their mannerisms. I'll bet I could tell them apart if they were naked. At least, it'd be fun trying. He recalled vividly the fun he'd had with the two dark-haired Mexican twins at the school for whores. Barbara and Bonnie would be at least as much fun, perhaps even more because of their youthful inexperience.
"I see you two girls are taking exactly the same courses," Adam said.
"Of course," one of the girls said, "we do everything together."
Adam laughed. "Everything?"
"Everything," the other agreed.
The twins looked at each other and giggled.
Adam felt a twinge in his genitals and wondered if it were his imagination or were the girls trying to tell him something. It was an interesting possibility, and he'd have to look into it.
The next girl was Christine, a tall seventeen-year-old blonde of Swedish extraction. From her folder Adam extracted the startling information that she believed in nudity and an open frankness about matters of sex. She had magnificent legs, and openly displayed them for his admiring gaze while they talked. Adam got the distinct impression that sex was one facet of everyday life Christine accepted.
Elsa was a short-haired blonde, shorter and stockier than some of the others, with very athletic legs and a kind of homey attitude toward everything. She confessed that she enjoyed gymnasium and sports more than some of the academic routines and had an overwhelming desire to be gregarious.
Fanny was aptly named. She was an attractive brunette, well aware of her assets. Her legs were nice, as were her breasts, but it was her behind she twitched the most. On the way out, she gave it a few extra exaggerated gyrations Adam was certain were for his benefit. At the door, she even paused to look back and make sure he'd been watching the performance.
Gabrielle, for a change of pace, was a redhead.
A French exchange student, Adam wondered how French she was exactly. The rest of her was lovely indeed, but the one thing he noticed about her were her full, richly red and sensitive lips and the way her tongue came out every once in a while to massage them in a sensuous manner. Adam could just picture that warm, wet mouth kissing his testicles, that educated tongue licking the shaft of his stiff penis; those ruby lips enclosing the head of his cock and moving down over it....
Still another change of pace was Jane. Adam was sure the other students called her Plain Jane behind her back. She wouldn't have been bad if she'd tried a little harder in the makeup and clothes departments. She had a good basic figure and a face that wasn't homely, merely not pretty. She was understandably shy, and Adam found himself feeling sorry for her.
Maybe I'll fuck her, he thought pleasantly, just to give her a little fun and excitement.
When Tracy came in, Adam wasn't at all sure he liked her. She seemed hostile, feeling that the school was beneath her but at the moment it was all her family could afford. She had an icy loveliness, however, a brittle, china doll quality, and Adam wondered if a good stiff penis in the right place might not take the starch out of her.
There was certainly no starch in Mitzi. A wild-haired redhead, she couldn't seem to sit still while he was talking to her. She kept crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs and staring at him as though she wanted to eat him up. She contained an animal vitality that excited Adam very much.
Part of the excitement stemmed from her squirming restlessly on the chair in front of him. She wore a miniskirt, and frequently Adam got an intriguing glimpse of her inner thighs, often right up to her crotch. She wore a thin covering of panties pulled tight to emphasize and outline the lips of her vagina, and tufts of ruddy hair poked out along the sides of the cloth.
From time to time, she caught the direction of his gaze, and her excitement mounted. She knew what she was doing, all right, Adam decided with wonder and expectation.
When the interview was over, she paused at the door. She said, "I think we're going to get along fine, Mr. Fucks."
Adam laughed. "I'm sure we will, Mitzi. The name is Fawkes, by the way. If you ever need to-well, to talk about anything, just let me know."
"How about tonight? " she suggested.
That one surprised him. "Tonight?"
"Sure. I understand you're staying at the gardener's cottage." She smiled. "I know where it is. I visited the gardener a few times last semester. I'll sneak out later, when everyone's asleep, and well-" She licked her lips expectantly. "-we'll talk."
When the door closed behind her, Adam found himself trembling. His body was bathed in perspiration, and his penis was standing at attention. The ten young girls who'd passed through his office had really gotten to him. He'd expected perhaps one or two of the girls would submit to some form of sexual fun, but it looked like all of them might be vulnerable and capable of being opened up by the tool that hung ready between his legs.
He might even, he thought with a smile, have Pepita put a little Spanish Fly in his morning oatmeal to keep him going!
CHAPTER FIVE
There were no classes scheduled for that first day. Various teachers were assigned to show groups of the girls about the school. Adam was one of these, though he himself was a newcomer, and he was self-consciously aware that many of the girls were more interested in sizing him up than the buildings. Besides, many of them had been here before and knew where everything was. The presence of a relatively young, handsome male teacher was something else.
Without being obvious about it, Adam looked his group of girls over, too, mentally undressing each one of them, imagining he was touching their breasts, their golden thighs, the delightful openings between their slim legs. Some of the other girls were not bad, but Adam was pleased to discover that he seemed to have gotten the cream of the crop-as far as sex was concerned, anyway. Plain Jane might be an exception, but then her gratitude at being fucked might generate an enthusiasm that would make all the difference in the world. Time would tell, and Adam was itching for it to give up its message.
Dinnertime arrived, and the girls crowded into the mess hall. Adam sat at a separate table with the other teachers. He would much rather have sat among the girls, but apparently too much fraternization was frowned upon. During the course of the meal, while Pepita bustled about with huge steaming dishes-I'll bet she has a tasty steaming
I dish in her crotch, he thought, and Damn, but I'm getting hornier than ever!-aided by her mother who huffed and puffed around the tables, Adam was aware once again that the girls were staring at him. Not that he minded, though. A nice healthy interest in the opposite sex was good for the soul, among other things.
Gabrielle, for example, the exchange student, looked at him with smoldering, passion-slitted eyes while she nibbled at a carrot. As he watched, she let her pink tongue roll all over the sides and the tip of it. Adam shuddered, getting the message. He felt an answering response in his groin; he could almost feel that sensuous tongue moving over his penis.
April gave him a sweetly innocent smile. He wondered if she was really all that innocent. Before he got through with her, she wouldn't be. How virginal-looking would a young girl appear, he wondered, with his balls resting on her chin?
Redheaded Mitzi was looking at him, too. She used one hand for eating, while the other was under the table, apparently in her lap. Adam detected a slight shoulder and arm movement on her body, which rocked almost imperceptibly back and forth. She was masturbating! She had her finger under her skirt, imbedded in her cunt, working it back and forth across her clitoris! The realization excited Adam all the more. Too bad he wasn't sitting next to her. They could have a little under-the-table fun to help along their appetites.
When dinner was over, the girls scattered, adjourning to their rooms, to the game room or the library. Pepita and her mother got busy gathering up the dirty dishes to stack in the huge dishwasher in the kitchen. Adam was truly impressed at the amount of work the two women did, going through this routine three times a day. He was even more impressed with Pepita's cute little figure outfitted very fetchingly in the snug, white uniform. He determined to go to the kitchen some time when her mother wasn't around so he could sound her out, feel her up, and maybe put it in her among the pots and pans.
On a whim, Adam decided to stop by the library. There were several girls sitting about the tables, and a few more bending and stretching about the stacks. One of them was so stacked Adam immediately recognized her as she bent over to look at a title on the bottom shelf and the skirt stretched taut across her firm, rounded buttocks. He'd know Fanny anyplace. He walked into the room and rambled about, selected a book at random and sat down at a table with it. At a nearby table sat Christine; under it he could see her long, beautiful legs below her hiked-up skirt. She glanced up at him and smiled, then returned to her book. But it seemed to Adam she spread her legs slightly to give him a better view of her inner thighs all the way up to her tantalizing crotch.
He felt his penis tingle with excitement and forced himself to look away. Plain Jane was at another table, her nose buried in a book which she actually seemed to be reading. When the door opened, Adam's heart did a dance, for Mitizi appeared, looking around. When her eyes found him, she grinned, found a book swiftly without even looking at the title and came to sit beside him.
"I didn't know you were interested in marine biology," he said.
"Oh sure, I am," she said in a low voice. "Also, navy and soldier biology, not to mention civilian."
A sharp girl, he thought. He was about to reply when her hand on his leg cut him off. She gripped him firmly above the knee and squeezed. Adam wet his lips and looked around. There were no instructors in the library, and all the girls seemed absorbed in their own readings, even Christine, whose legs seemed even farther apart than before. The combination of the sight of her golden crotch and Mitzi's exploring hand gave him a swift and unrelenting erection.
"Would you explain this to me, Mr. Fawkes," Mitzi asked him, edging her chair forward and pushing the book closer to him.
Adam gulped and closed his eyes for a moment as her hand dropped directly in his lap, palm downward. He opened them quickly as she began massaging the bulge in his trousers. She rubbed and squeezed through the cloth until his penis was up stiff and throbbing. His fingers itched to touch her. He looked around swiftly, then plunged his hand under her dress. He shot it up between her legs and placed a palm directly on her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties, and he could feel the hot, moist vaginal lips pulsing against his flesh for a brief instant.
To his surprise she screamed.
Fortunately for the position of her dress, she rose, and the dress tumbled down to a more sedate position. The chair turned over with a crash. Adam didn't have to look around to know that a lot of feminine eyes were on him at that moment.
She righted the chair, picked up her books and fled the room.
Adam felt distinctly uncomfortable. He tried to pretend Mitzi's actions were a complete mystery to him, but at the same time he felt the blood rise to color his cheeks. He returned to his book as though nothing had happened, but not before he caught Christine's knowing grin from across the room. The tall blonde had seemed preoccupied, but Adam had the notion she knew exactly what had been going on under his table.
Obviously Mitzi wasn't a prude; his sudden attack in public had startled her, he was sure of that. But he'd been so excited by the touch of her hand on his genitals, he'd thrown reason and caution to the winds. That had been a mistake. If one of the instructors or Miss Henshaw had been there, there would've been hell to pay. Adam determined to be more careful-if his sex urge let him.
After awhile, he replaced the book on the shelf and casually sauntered out, not looking back, though he was certain several pairs of female eyes were watching him with interest-Christine's certainly; perhaps Fanny's. When he was a discreet distance down the hallway, he glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to find Plain Jane staring after him.
A short while later, Adam said goodnight to the assembled group of female instructors and headed toward his cottage. He undressed and put on his pajamas in the darkness, then built a small fire in the fireplace, and slipped into the bed that was a couch by day. The mattress was soft and the fire warm, and he felt quite content.
He thought about Mitzi. She'd made a date with him at the cottage, but he doubted that she'd show up after what happened in the library. Maybe she was all-or mostly, considering her blatant fondling of his genitals-talk.
A movement across the way drew his attention from redheaded Mitzi. Lights were on in several rooms, but shades had been drawn on most. As he watched, a light went on in one room, and sweet little April came into the room. She looked around for a moment, then began undoing the buttons of her blouse. As Adam watched closely, his pulse beginning to beat faster, she removed her blouse to reveal pert little breasts tucked in a bra. She reached behind her to unsnap the fastening, just as Plain Jane came in. Jane reacted with horror to the sight of the undrawn shade and quickly drew it down, blotting out the tantalizing sight. "Damn!" Adam cursed.
His gaze went to another lighted room. Christine appeared suddenly, clad in a towel which she rubbed over her naked, glistening. body. She stood near the window so Adam could see her glorious well-shaped breasts, her wide hips, the tangle of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. He felt his penis rise in admiration of the female body which Christine took great delight in rubbing in front of the window. She moved the towel briskly over her bobbing breasts, along the insides of each thigh, over her crotch.
Then she smiled in his direction and slowly lowered the shade.
"She knew I was watching," Adam breathed.
It was an invigorating thought. He reached down and touched his penis. It was up hard and stiff. It'd be a shame to jerk off when there was so much female meat around. He decided to give Mitzi another half hour.
The half hour passed, became an hour. Despite his excitement, the soft bed and the warm fire began taking their toll. Adam's eyes drooped, and he dozed.
He was awakened by the sound of a door opening.
"Mr. Fawkes?" It was Mitzi's voice. "Are you in there?"
"Over here. Close the door."
She closed the door and tiptoed across to him. As back-lighted by the fire in the fireplace, she had only a baby doll nightgown on. Without further invitation, she slipped under the blankets, slithered over and pressed her body tight against him.
"I'm sorry I screamed in the library this evening," she said. "When you put your hand on my pussy, you startled me."
"Nothing like when you put your hand on my cock," he said. "But it's well worth it all."
"Mmmmm, yes," she said, nibbling on his ear.
Adam's hands roamed uninhibitedly over her firmly young body. He ran his hands over the small of her back, down to cup both half-moons of her buttocks in his hand, dipping a finger under the crevices to touch the hot, wet region between her legs. He pulled her closer so the front of her ground into his stiff penis.
She opened up her nightie to press tender young breasts against his chest. Then her hands went into the fly of his pajamas to touch and caress his throbbing penis.
"Wait," he said, "I'll take them off."
He moved back slightly so he could remove his pajamas. In one swift move she pulled off her own brief covering, then attacked his with equal vigor. When they were completely naked, she pressed in close to him, her hands eagerly rushing to hold his turgid penis once more. She rubbed her hands all over it like a child with a new toy, cradled his testicles, squeezed them gently.
His own hands were busy on her, touching her nipples, massaging her breasts. He kissed her hungrily, burying his tongue deep in her mouth. His mouth dipped to her cheeks and her throat, then along the slope of one breast, kissing and licking until he got to a nipple, already stiff with passion. He took it between his lips and sucked. His hand moved along her legs, widening them. He cupped the soft mound at the junction, rubbed the furry precipice in time to her squeals of delight, then hooked a finger into the opening.
She spread her legs even more and began jerking his penis with a frantic rhythm.
Adam smiled. "You really like to be fucked, don't you, honey?"
"Mmmmm," she murmured, "I love it."
"Then tell me," he urged.
"I love to be fucked," she said. "Fuck me; fuck me good."
"Tell me more," he said. "Do you like my cock?"
"Oh yes, I love your cock. Your sweet, hard cock. I'm crazy about it, Mr. Fawkes. I want your cock deep in me. In my hot pussy. Fucking me."
Adam felt more excited than he had in a long while. The sounds of a teenage girl talking dirty always turned him on, especially when he had a finger up her cunt and her hand was working over his stiff cock.
Well, the cute little redhead had asked for a fucking, and she was going to get it-but good. Adam moved over, twisting to hover above her naked, sweating figure. In the firelight, her eyes gleamed expectantly. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow. Her firm breasts heaved. As he lowered his body, she kept hold of his penis, guiding it into her. When the tip was in, Adam thrust forward with a mighty heave. She was no virgin, he was sure of that. She took the full length of him with no trouble.
She grunted, squealed, clamped her legs about his body, locking her ankles behind his back with such intensity he winced. Then she began rocking back and forth, grinding her crotch into his groin, doing little bumps of delight, twisting her buttocks as she lifted them from the bed.
Adam held onto the young girl's shoulders as he plunged into her with a rhythm slow at first but rapidly picked up speed. Her cunt may have been used, but it was in excellent shape. It was tight and the muscles gripped him with convulsive spasms that almost made him come sooner than he wanted to. Her nipples raked his chest like hot nails. Her mouth was mashing against his, the tongue exploring deeply, shooting in and out, in and out, the way his penis was doing between her legs.
Her pretty face grew red with passion. Her eyes glazed. Her hips went so wild he had to grasp them with both hands and dig his fingers into the gyrating flesh to keep from bucking off the bed. The couch bedsprings squeaked protestingly as the two bodies went into a flurry of motion. Her nails raked his back. Her sharp teeth nipped at his lips, his cheek, his earlobes.
And she began shouting, screaming, squealing uncontrollably as she entered the throes of orgasm.
"Hey!" Adam yelled. "Stop the noise."
He had visions of lights going on all over the school, of someone discovering the girl was missing, of Miss Henshaw coming out to the cottage to find out what all the noise was about.
Finally, he had to cover her lips with his mouth and stick his tongue deep inside, so she could emit only moans. He raced to have an orgasm to match hers. She won by a fraction of a second. Her legs released him and flayed the air behind his back as she grunted with each spasm that rocked her.
It was Adam's turn to let loose, and he did so with a long lingering sigh as his stiff penis pumped burst after burst of semen deep inside the redhead's vagina.
Satisfied she would be quiet now, he rolled off her and watched her heaving, sweaty breasts touched by the light of the fire.
"I'm sorry I yelled, Mr. Fawkes," she said apologetically. "I guess I'm just a loud lay."
"But a very good one," Adam said gallantly, leaning to kiss the nipple nearest his face.
Encouraged by his action, she reached to pull him closer to her, but he backed off.
"No more tonight," he said. "You'd better get back to bed, before someone misses you."
"I'm rooming with Elsa," Mitzi said. "She'll cover for me." A pause. "But you're right, I'd better get back. I'll see you again, won't I?"
"I'm sure you will."
"I hope so." She hesitated. "I know a young girl like me isn't supposed to have sex with guys, especially strangers. But I just can't help myself. I can never get enough."
Adam smiled. "I'll do all I can to help you with your problem," he assured her. "Now go."
Reluctantly, Mitzi rose from the bed, her body glistening sensuously in the firelight, and drew on her nightgown--. A moment later, she darted out the door and across the lawn toward the school building. Adam rose to his elbows to watch her until she sneaked into the gymnasium entrance. Suddenly, his eyes went up to a second story window, now dark. There'd been a slight glint, as though the moonlight had caught the big lenses of night binoculars. It was Christine's room!
Adam settled back with a satisfied grin. Christine's interest in his sex life was a good sign. He was sure that before long, the tall blonde would not be content with merely watching, but would want to participate.
And Adam Fawkes, good sexual Samaritan that he was, would let her.
CHAPTER SIX
Adam had four sixty-minute English classes during the day: two in the morning, two in the evening. Between times he was in his tiny but adequate office (it even boasted a small couch!) correcting papers, thinking up assignments or giving counseling to one of the young lovelies assigned to him for guidance.
It was this last chore that appealed to him most, and his mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of guiding the young girl to the couch and guiding his stiff penis up between her legs.
At mid-morning, a knock came at the office door and an inquiring Mitzi stuck her red head in. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Fawkes?"
"Of course," he said. "Come in."
She came in and closed the door behind her. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement, and Adam noted how nicely her full breasts were heaving under the tight blouse. She sat in the chair before his desk and crossed her legs.
"I-want to apologize for last night," she said. "I guess you think I'm a slut."
Adam shook his head. "Not at all, Mitzi. I admire a girl who's honest about enjoying sex."
"Yeah," Mitzi said thoughtfully. "I really do dig it. Trouble is, I want it all the time. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this-I mean, I hardly know you-but after last night.... "
"We were pretty close," Adam admitted, suppressing a grin.
"...I think of you as a friend," Mitzi went on. "The thing is, I'm always hot. I'd fuck all the time if I could. I like the feel of a guy's cock in my hands, in my pussy, even in my mouth."
Adam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The pretty redhead's conversation was beginning to reach him.
"I didn't do that to you last night, did I?" she said. "I mean, suck you off. Just thinking about it makes me all hot and bothered. I wish I could do it right now."
"So do I," Adam admitted hoarsely.
"Do you?" she said, excited. She glanced at her watch. "We still have fifteen minutes, before my next class. Why don't I go down on you?"
She leaped up and before Adam could protest, was kneeling in front of him, unzipping his fly, reaching in and pulling out his stiff penis. He didn't really want to protest anyway. He knew the dangers involved in doing anything with one of the girls right in his office, but his male flesh was up good and hard, and the main urge on his mind at that instant was letting Mitzi put it in her mouth.
"Okay," he said, "but make it a fast blowjob."
She took his genitals out, testicles and all, and cradled the balls with one hand while she gripped the base of his shaft with the other. She didn't bother with preliminaries. She opened her mouth wide and took his penis in her mouth, closed her lips and began sucking furiously.
Adam sighed with pleasure and made motions with his hips that drew his penis deep into her mouth. It would've made a great scene, he thought, if somebody walked in just then. Here he was sitting in his chair behind the desk, his legs spread, his genitals sticking out, while the young redhead knelt in front of him trying to eat him up.
It was then Adam remembered the door to the office was unlocked! The thought terrified him.
He almost panicked. Good sense told him he should pull his penis out of Mitzi's eager mouth, zip up his fly and send her packing. But he was feeling much too good for that. Just a few minutes longer, he thought, and I'll come.
Meanwhile, to be on the safe side, he inched his chair over to the opening in his desk and backed Mitzi into it. This way, if anybody looked in, they wouldn't see her down there. Of course, he thought, it was un-likely that anyone would come in.
The thought had hardly passed through his mind when a knock came at the door, and before he could answer, Miss Henshaw opened the door and came in, smiling.
"Mr. Fawkes," she trilled, "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Adam forced a calm smile to his face. He stopped all movement of his hips and reached down with one hand to hold Mitzi's head steady. The girl stopped, but she kept her mouth enclosed about his penis.
"Well, I was busy looking over some papers," he said, shuffling some of them around with his free hand.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a second," she said, not taking the hint.
She sat on the chair in front of him and began taking much more than a second. It was about some administrative problems, yet Adam couldn't remember afterward what she'd said; he considered it a miracle that he was able to hold any kind of a rational conversation at all.
Under the desk, Mitzi had become restless. A glance downward showed Adam that the girl had changed her position. She was now sitting down, with her skirt up, her legs wide, her fingers working madly in and out of the opening between her legs. And she began sucking on him with renewed enthusiasm.
Adam remembered what a noisy lay she was, and he worried lest she start moaning and groaning as she approached orgasm. That would really screw up his career at the school! His only hope was to shoot his wad into her throat as soon as he could and get the whole thing over with, even if it meant doing it while Miss Henshaw sat across from him calmly discussing matters of school business.
As surreptitiously as possible, he began shifting his penis around the girl's mouth. Mitzi took this as a cue and began working a frantic rhythm over him, moving up and down with such intensity her head occasionally bumped into the desk. Fortunately, her wealth of red hair cushioned the blow and silenced it. Her lips tightened about the shaft as she raised and lowered her head faster and faster.
Adam gritted his teeth. He could feel himself coming. Mitzi sensed it too, for she removed her mouth from him. Oh no you don't! Adam thought. You're going to swallow the evidence, honey!
He took her face in both hands and forced her head down onto his penis again. She didn't resist. She liked all forms of sex too much to quibble. She opened her mouth and took the full length of his distended penis just as he let loose, shooting a hot stream of semen onto the roof of the girl's mouth. Mitzi swallowed until it was all gone, and only then did Adam release her.
"I have to be going," Miss Henshaw announced. She paused at the door. "Are you feeling well, Mr. Fawkes? Your face seems flushed."
"I'm fine, Miss Henshaw," he told her. "Just fine."
When she was gone, he collapsed in his chair with a sigh. He really did feel fine, just great in fact. He liked being sucked off by a young girl, and the recent adventure gave an additional thrill to the act. Of course, he wouldn't want to do it that way very often. It was rough on the blood pressure.
"Is she gone?" Mitzi asked from beneath the desk.
Adam nodded and helped her to her feet. He stuffed his now-limp penis back in his pants and zipped up. Mitzi looked longingly at it as though hoping it wouldn't disappear.
"Can I come over again tonight?" she asked. "We can fuck the regular way."
Adam hesitated. "We'd better wait a couple of nights. We don't want to make anyone suspicious."
He thought of Christine watching them with binoculars. He didn't think the girl would tell any of the teachers, but she might blab to some of the other girls and word would get around. Besides, if Christine had noticed Mitzi's flight to his cottage, so might others.
"Besides," he said with a laugh, "you take a lot out of a guy. I need time to recharge my batteries."
She smiled. "Not that long. You're quite a guy, Mr. Fawkes. One of the nicest I've ever had."
"Thanks." Coming from a young expert, it was a compliment. "Despite the fact you're the noisiest, you're one of the best I've ever had, too."
It was the truth, but then every lay he had seemed like the best to Adam at the time-unless the girl was a completely hopeless asexual, and he avoided those. Then Mitzi was gone, leaving him to compose himself for his next class.
In English II, the subject was Shakespeare. As Adam lectured he wondered how many of the girls, if any, had any suspicions of the double en-tendres in some of the playwright's lines, and of the blatant sexuality whose meanings had become changed and obscured over the years. He knew better than to bring it up, of course; there was another item he was interested in bringing up-the penis now resting ill-at-ease in his pants.
The main reason for its being ill-at-ease was the presence in his class of April, looking bright and pretty and freshly scrubbed. With a nice body, good breasts, healthy looking legs, she seemed like the typical high school student out of some 1930 movie musical. She didn't flaunt her body-about as some of the girls did, and she didn't mind if her short skirt was up over her knees, but she made sure her legs stayed together in lady-like fashion.
Adam found himself being attracted to her even more because of her innocent appearance. It would be a real challenge getting her naked, fondling her young breasts, shoving his cock up between her thrashing legs.
Adam sighed. It all seemed very remote and un-likely, but it was pleasant to daydream about it.
Fanny was also in that particular class, and her sexuality was a bit more brazen, though it wasn't of the spread-leg variety that Christine practiced. When the class was over and the other students filed out for lunch, Fanny came up to Adam's desk to ask him questions regarding something in her English book. She stood beside his chair and bent over the book to explain her difficulties, but Adam had his own difficulties-in paying attention to what she was saying.
Her youthful body was very close to him, and he could smell the sweet perfume of it. His gaze wandered over her hips,, along her thighs. If he casually dropped his hand beside her, the fingers would graze her legs. The thought intrigued him, but he didn't follow through on it. Instead, he thought other thoughts and leaned back in his chair as she kept talking, apparently oblivious to the fact he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. From his new vantage point, he could see her firm, rounded buttocks, with the skirt stretched tightly across it. The skirt, thanks to her bent-over-the desk position, was also pulled up so that the back of her smooth legs was visible almost to her crotch.
Adam felt his breath catch. All he had to do was lift his hand. It could go right up under her dress and into her crotch. His fingers itched at the thought, and he trembled with indecision. What would she do? Would she welcome his touch? Would she pretend that nothing was happening behind her back and rattle on about her English lesson while he fingered the lips of her beautiful cunt?
Or would she scream rape?
He didn't know. Indecision made him hesitate. His hand was already hanging beside the chair, a scant inch from her legs. It was Fanny who moved. She shifted over to .him, so that her ankle came into contact with the palm of his hand. She must've been aware of it, yet she didn't retreat. That was a good sign, and Adam took it as a hint. He moved his hand around to the inside of her ankle, with the palm touching her skin, and he began moving the hand, upward, along her leg, her inner thigh.
She kept talking, making no mention of his hand, her eyes glued to the book on his desk, her face flushed with growing excitement. When he shot his hand up into her crotch, she flinched but that was all. Smiling fully now, Adam ran his hand all over her pantied buttocks, feeling the warm skin through the thin cloth covering.
She's got a marvelous ass! he thought wonderingly. I'd like to see it naked. I'd like to take my cock and rub it all over an ass like this and into the crack and under between her legs into her juicy little cunt. It'd be fun fucking her in the ass-hole, too, I'd bet.
He fondled her rounded behind with his hand while one finger crooked beneath her legs and massaged the damp area directly over her vaginal lips.
Fanny was finding it extremely difficult to maintain her composure. Her words drifted off, and she closed her eyes and licked her lips, an ecstatic look on her face. She began rotating her buttocks and pushing them against Adam's hand.
The sound of a bell ringing startled them both. Adam snatched his hand away, and Fanny popped open her eyes. It was the bell signaling lunch-time had officially started. She snapped her book closed and moved away.
"Thanks for your help, Mr. Fawkes," she said, playing it straight.
"My pleasure," Adam said sincerely. "If you-uh-need any more help, let me know."
"I will," she promised, and left.
Adam smiled. Things were looking up. One of the things that was up was his penis, despite his recent blowjob at the hands and mouth of redheaded nympho Mitzi. He wondered how far he could've gone with Fanny if the bell hadn't interrupted them. Probably all the way. Well, he could save that for later, when he'd be able to see her magnificent young ass completely bare and fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked.
Between her and Mitzi, he was going to have his hands full of delightful goodies.
Then there was sweet, innocent little April. His loins ached when he thought of her.
I'm going to get into that snatch of hers, he decided, if I have to rape her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lunchtime in the big dining room among the chattering girls made Adam nervous. His natural instincts wanted him to look at all the lovely young femininity so near and yet so far, but his proximity to Miss Henshaw and the other old maid teachers made anything except quick, surreptitious glances a dangerous undertaking.
There was Pepita, for example: bustling about in her short, white uniform, bending and stretching, sometimes even squatting, showing off her curvy brown legs often to the crotch, her wiggling rear end with the white cloth stretched tantalizing across it, and the front of it which seemed incapable of containing and restraining the bounce and jiggle of her youthful breasts.
Then there was Mitzi, the red-headed nympho who'd already fucked him and given him a blowjob under the nose (in a manner of speaking) of Miss Henshaw. She was diddling herself under the table again, and looking at him as though she was about to leap up and attack him sexually.
Fanny, whose backside, legs and crotch he'd fondled intimately, was making a point of not looking in his direction at all. She'd undoubtedly enjoyed it as much as he had, but was currently refusing to admit that anything had happened between them. That was okay with Adam; she could read a book if she wanted while sitting on his stiff penis and letting it glide up inside her.
Gabrielle, the French exchange student, gave him another of her smoldering glances. She seemed to enjoy eating stalks of celery, carrots and other phallic vegetables; whenever he glanced at her, she was shoving one in her mouth or licking it sensuously. Adam felt a warm glow in his genitals. Mitzi had been pretty good at sucking him off, but he was sure Gabrielle would be an expert. He was looking forward to it.
And of course there was tall, blonde Christine, who was regarding the whole thing with amusement, as though she knew exactly what was going on between the students and the new male teacher. Well, perhaps she did, at least part of the way, if she were the one with the binoculars.
Christine was in his first afternoon class, and as usual she gave him a free and easy view of her long, slim legs and everything in between. She wore panties, but the kind that were very skimpy and almost transparent. As a result, Adam could see wisps of blonde pubic hair sprouting around the edges of the cloth in her crotch and matted tangles of it under the cloth. It was a sight that inspired his libido but which made concentration on the English course difficult. What intrigued him most was that the girl was fully aware of the show she was putting on; it seemed for his benefit, in fact. From time to time she would look up and catch him staring at her crotch. Instead of frowning and snapping her legs together, she'd smile and leave her legs as they were; other times she would open them wider. Before the class was over, Adam found himself sweating profusely. Also, his batteries had without a doubt recharged, for his penis was up stiff in his pants and ready for more action.
On the way back to his office, he held some books in front of him so no one would notice the telltale bulge in his pants. He sat down behind his desk and waited. There were some scholastic chores to be done, but he was too nervous to do them. He'd had such phenomenally good luck in his brief stay at the school, he found himself anticipating it would continue at the same rapid pace.
When a knock sounded at the door and the door opened, he thought it might be Christine, ready to remove her panties and give him a better view of her blonde crotch. Or else Gabrielle of the bright lips, searching for something besides a carrot and a celery stalk to lick and nibble on.
To his surprise, it was Plain Jane. She was shy as usual, and apologetic about coming to see him. But he insisted she was not interrupting anything at all. When she entered quite timidly, he x-rayed her with his eyes. Not the best figure in the world, he decided, but not bad. She was certainly very fuckable. When she was older, he might not give her a second look, but as a teenager, her body was very definitely worthwhile.
"I-I want to talk to you about some of the courses I'm taking," she said.
Adam was sure she was lying about that. Mitzi had probably bragged about what a great lay he'd been, so the girls all knew here was an older, experienced, discreet man with whom they could experience any form of sexual thrill without the dangers usually involved in such experiences. In other words, they could fuck to their little hearts' content, and no one would ever know.
It surprised him that Plain Jane should be the first.
As she talked on, Adam slitted his eyes and tried to picture her naked. He imagined his hands roaming over her slim breasts, her wide hips, between her virginal legs. It was a nice feeling, and it gave him a warm glow. Adam wondered what his approach should be. It would have to be subtle with this one-do it slowly, gradually, so she wasn't aware of what was happening until it was actually happening.
"So what do you think, Mr. Fawkes?" she asked him.
The question surprised Adam. He recalled vaguely she'd been discussing the possibility of changing her major. He said, "I think it's a little too early to decide. After all, it's only the first day of the new semester. Give it another week at least, then well talk about it."
He walked casually around the desk, perched on the edge, leaned forward and patted her knee in an affectionate pseudo-fatherly fashion.
She leaped up and backed away toward the door. "Thanks, Mr. Fawkes. I will. I mean, I will talk to you real soon."
Then she was gone, leaving Adam to stare at the closed door. He wondered what she really had on her mind. He thought it had been seduction, but then his limited progress with her was disappointing. Still, even a hand on a knee was a start in the right direction.
His last class of the day was uneventful. There were a few glimpses of naked thigh, but nothing like he was getting used to. He sailed through the class lecture with ease and was surprised at how soon it was over.
He wandered into the kitchen, ostensibly to see what was for dinner, but actually to see young Pepita without the other teachers around. He expected to see the girl's mother, a necessary evil, but he was informed by the young girl that the older woman had taken a station wagon into town for some last minute supplies. Meanwhile, things were cooking right along on schedule; delightful food odors filled the room to prove it.
"You're a very pretty girl, Pepita," Adam said, meaning it as a sincere compliment.
Pepita blushed, but flashed him a smile that showed he'd scored a fast point with the remark. She had a nice smile. Nice long black hair, too, that Adam thought would feel nice between his fingers-or between his thighs, while her teeth flashed over his genitals and nibbled at his stiff cock. She reminded him very much of Maria, the young whore trainee he'd had in Mazatlan.
"You should be going to school, too, Pepita," he said.
Pepita shrugged. "I must help my mother."
"Perhaps I could teach you things," Adam offered, "in your spare time and my spare time. But of course we mustn't tell anyone about it."
Her face flashed enthusiasm for the idea. "Oh, Senor Fawkes, that would be wonderful. But how could I ever repay you?"
Adam managed to suppress a grin. "Don't worry about that, Pepita. We'll think if something."
The fat mother came barging into the kitchen just then with her arms full of groceries, so Adam beat a hasty retreat. He felt pretty good about the points he'd scored. He expected to be at Bradbury for a long time, so he might as well line up as many young conquests as he could.
Dinnertime was a repetition of the noontime meal, except the food was different. Gabrielle insisted on trying to drive him out of his mind with her making oral love to carrots and celery stalks and even whole pickles. Adam thought with amusement how he ought to sneak into the kitchen and play a practical joke on her by jerking off onto those vegetables, so she'd really taste something closer to her fantasy.
He spent the evening in his office, correcting papers and figuring out the assignments and class work for the next day. From time to time his thoughts drifted to the-various girls under his counseling wing. He could have Mitzi any time he wished, which was nice. Fanny was a distinct possibility, if he approached her correctly-probably from the rear. Unless Christine was a tease, the constant opening of her thighs promised an invitation to do more than just look if conditions were right. Perhaps it was wishful thinking but he was sure one of these days or nights, Gabrielle would be sucking him off.
The others were unknown quantities. Jane was a possibility, Barbara and Bonnie the twins would be delightful, and April-well, she was the epitome of all the young girls he'd ever fucked or ever wanted to have sex with. Elsa would be good for practice. As for Tracy, he wasn't sure he wanted to bother-except perhaps to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
By the time Adam had run down the list of girls, his loins ached and he was sorry he'd told Mitzi not to sneak down to his cottage this night.
It was around ten o'clock when he strolled across the campus to his cottage. He paused at his door to look back at the second story windows where the girls roomed. Only a few lights were still lit, and those windows were covered with drawn shades.
Adam started to undress in the dark when a thought came to him. He wondered if any of the girls were sitting by their windows looking out, either innocently or with an eye to seeing what their new male teacher was up to. Well, he decided, why not give them a treat. He switched on the light and without bothering to draw his own shades, undressed.
He had a good healthy body, one he was not ashamed of clothed or naked. Ordinarily, he wasn't an exhibitionist, but he knew from past experience that some young girls are turned on sexually by the sight of a naked man they think isn't aware of their watching. He was hoping this would be the effect now, that perhaps it would put sexual ideas into the pretty heads that hadn't thought of them, and augment the ideas that were in the heads of others. In the un-likely event someone reported it, he could apologize profusely and claim it was an accident.
Naked, he walked around the room for a few minutes as though searching for something. Finally, he put on his pajamas, turned out the light and climbed into bed. He looked up at the school building. All the lights were out in the rooms now. Perhaps, he thought hopefully, Mitzi had witnessed his nude scene. If she had, she'd waste no time in getting into his bed for a hot time.
He wanted to remain awake, but the long day's work and the sexual excitement and orgasms he'd had made him tired. He dozed.
It was early in the morning when he became vaguely aware that the front door had opened and someone was in the room with him. He was sure of it when someone slipped into bed under the covers, pressed naked breasts against him and reached down into his pajamas to play with his penis.
"Mitzi?" he said, trying to come awake.
"Yes," she said. "Shh!"
There was neither the need nor the desire for conversation. Besides, her lips blocked that. Her mouth covered his, and her tongue shot past his lips in tiny, swift darting motions. Her hands moved over his chest, undoing the buttons of his pajama tops so she could rake her breasts over his naked flesh. Before her fingers, the snaps on his bottoms came loose, and quickly he shucked them off.
The girl had no clothes on at all. As she pressed her thighs and crotch into his leg, he let his hands roam over her thrusting buttocks, down past the crevice, over her undulating hips into the pubic region, where he inserted a finger through the jungle of pubic hair into the hot, damp opening. His finger found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth; she sighed and thrust even more spasmodically against him but made no outcry. His other hand busied itself on her breasts, fingering the nipples into stiffness.
Her own hands were busy on him. She cradled his testicles with one hand and gently squeezed them, while her other hand worked up and down the shaft, making it harder than ever. She clutched and grabbed at him as though it had been too long since she'd had a man; her breathing was ragged. He could feel her heart beating swiftly when she pressed close to him with her breasts.
Adam had been sexually excited all afternoon and evening, and the stimulation was getting to him fast. He tried to roll over on top of her, but she said "No!" and straddled him, holding his stiff penis ready as she lowered her crotch onto it. Adam gasped as it entered her all the way. He wished he could see her face, but her body was in silhouette. Still, he could feel it. He reached up and fondled her breasts as she rose and descended upon him, raising her body up so that his penis almost came free from her vaginal lips, then lowering herself with a kind of corkscrewing motion of her hips designed to give him an extra burst of pleasure. She moved up and down slowly at first, gradually increasing her tempo, and Adam thrust upward in synchronization with her descending body. He held back, savoring the pleasure, wanting it to last. There was another reason for it, and the remote part of his mind still calm realized it.
Up and down she went, faster and faster. She panted. Her entire body glistened with sweat. She was very excited. Her nipples grew harder to his touch as he massaged her trembling breasts. The walls of her genitals expanded and contracted as she advanced into the final stages toward orgasm.
Adam couldn't hardly hold back any longer. The pressure and the suction was just too much. His penis seemed like it was going to burst, yet he held back. It was important to make this one last a little while longer, perhaps only a few seconds would do. With a supreme effort, he managed it, and was rewarded by her soft outcry, by the violent shuddering of her body that meant she was coming.
It was his turn. He gripped her hips and rammed his penis deep into her and let go with a series of spasms that shook the bedsprings.
When he was through, she disengaged herself, rose, and moved away.
"Hey, wait," he said, She didn't wait. The door opened and closed. Adam pressed his face close to the window, but all he saw was a fleeting figure in the dim light, a young female drawing on a diaphanous robe as she ran toward the school building.
Adam fell back onto the bed, tired but happy, yet also puzzled. Early in the session he'd known the girl wasn't Mitzi; the redhead would've talked more, stayed longer, been noisier while she was coming. He'd hoped to detain her long enough to find out, but she'd fled too soon.
The new conquest had been fun, but the mystery puzzled him.
Which one of the girls was it?
CHAPTER EIGHT
During his classes the next, day, Adam carefully examined the faces of the girls, searching for clues as to which one of them had sneaked into his bed the previous night, had sex with him, then fled into the darkness.
It wasn't Mitzi, of that he was sure; but there were several other intriguing possibilities. It had been fun, but knowing exactly who he'd done it with would make the pleasure all the more intense. However, none of the girls' attitudes had changed. April gave him the innocent look. Fanny wiggled her ass at him whenever she could. Jane was as shy as ever. Gabrielle licked her chops and gave him hungry looks that told how she'd like to eat him up. Tracy ignored him with a coolness that was usual for her. Christine gave him flashes of her crotch and legs.
He'd just have to wait to see who showed up tonight. The happy thought had also occurred to him that perhaps the girls were taking turns. Mitzi had first crack at him. Then there was the mystery girl. And tonight?
Adam smiled all day thinking about it. He took turns himself, mentally undressing each one of the girls and shoving his penis into her mouth andIor vagina. By the time classes were over he was so worked up he could hardly sit still. By that time it didn't matter to him particularly which one of the girls came to him that night, just so long as one of them came. That's what he thought anyway, until he was forced to make a decision about it.
Mitzi stopped him briefly after dinner, and whispered, "How about tonight, Mr. Fawkes?"
Adam's impulse was to say yes. Then he thought: No. Why scare off the others? He said, "Better wait a couple more days."
She looked disappointed, but there was no time to argue with him about it. Watching her move seductively away from him, Adam hoped he hadn't done the wrong thing. He still had fond memories of the redhead's hot crotch engulfing his penis, her hips swirling in a crazy rhythm, her breasts mashing against his chest....
That night Adam undressed in darkness and slipped into bed without putting on his pajamas. Why waste time? He waited, staring up at the lighted windows in the girls' rooms nearby. Most of the shades were drawn. Christine's wasn't, but the girl herself wasn't in sight.
Perhaps, he thought pleasantly, she's sneaking out this very instant, heading over here to take her turn with me.
The thought made his penis tingle with expectation. A moment later, he caught sight of the girl in her room, which exploded his theory. She was fully dressed. From his position he could only see to a point just below her crotch, but it was an inspiring sight just the same. It became even more inspiring when she began to undress without pulling down the shades. Automatically, Adam reached under the covers to fondle his naked penis.
Christine was making a production out of it. She eased one button after another out of its buttonhole as though she were a stripper performing before an appreciative but sexually impatient audience. It seemed forever before the last button had slipped its notch and she peeled it from her body, to reveal a full, firm pair of breasts barely encased in a straining bra. Her breasts jiggled whitely in the overhead lights of her room as she stretched and yawned.
Adam sat up as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing a pair of flimsy panties. He'd often seen her panties when she spread her legs to give him a view in the classrooms, and the sight was even more exhilarating now. He held his breath as she reached behind her with both hands to unsnap the hooks holding her bra. She succeeded, then shrugged off the restraining garment with a motion that set her breasts to jiggling with a delightfully unrestrained rhythm.
Come on, Adam thought. Take off the panties now.
He'd seen her briefly last night when she was naked. He wanted to take a long, lingering look now.
She was accommodating. She hooked her fingers into the elastic band of her panties and worked them down over her hips while her body wriggled seductively. When she was naked she stood on her tiptoes and stretched luxuriously. Her breasts rose with the movement, and Adam's eyes feasted upon the treasures. But there were other goodies to hunger for. His eyes roamed over her firm, athletic yet slim female body, across the smooth expanse of golden belly, into the wispy area of her pubic hair forming a golden triangle at the junction of her slim, marvelously-formed legs.
He'd gotten himself worked up during the day thinking about the sex-to-be for that night. Now, at the sight of the glorious female creature exposing herself to him, his loins really cried out for release. His penis was up good and stiff and throbbing with increasing passion. His testicles were tight, expectant.
Perhaps, he thought, this is just a preliminary. Maybe she's just getting me worked up so she can come down here and take advantage of it.
It was a vain thought. Inwardly, Adam realized this even when he thought it. Yet the hope persisted, especially when Christine decided to do a nude dance in front of the uncovered window. He couldn't hear any music except the pounding of the blood in his temples, but the blonde girl was doing a fast, rhythmic dance that shook her breasts, gyrated her pelvis, jerked her hips in a way that suggested she was having an orgasm to music.
After a few minutes of watching that, Adam felt his body covered with sweat. Something was going to have to give, and he wished his date for that evening would hurry. A horrible thought followed on the heels of that one: suppose none of the girls came to see him!
The thought was intensified when Christine stopped her dance, walked calmly over to the window and lowered the shade. An instant later, the light in her room went out.
Adam waited. The seconds ticked away into minutes, the minutes into a half-hour. He realized no one was going to visit him. If only he hadn't spurned Mitzi's offer. He'd love right now to shove his stiff prick deep into her hot, always ready cunt.
If only he could sneak into the school, creep unnoticed up the stairs to the second floor and hop into the sack with the redhead. She wouldn't mind.
Except he didn't know which room she was in. It would be just his luck to blunder into the wrong room, or to be discovered. She undoubtedly had a roommate; most of the girls did. Besides, the instructors slept up there, too, close to the girls. The only ones who slept on the first floor were Pepita and her fat mother.
Pepita! The thought of her turned him on.
Visions of the lovely, dark-skinned girl made his head swim with longing. Her dark eyes flashed seductively, her teeth gleamed, she wet her red lips with her tongue; under her skimpy dress her breasts jiggled; her hips moved sensuously; her long legs gleamed as she pulled her dress up along her body....
Adam opened his eyes to the darkness of his ceiling. It seemed impossible, but the thought was there firmly wedged in his mind, and the more he thought about it the less impossible it seemed.
Sex was surely no stranger to Pepita, not at age sixteen. She'd seemed grateful that he'd paid her some attention in the kitchen that day and his offer to teach her things in her spare time had been met with a great deal of gratitude and the question: "But how could I ever repay you?"
Adam smiled. Perhaps tonight he could show her how she could pay in advance.
Impulsively, before he could talk himself out of the daring adventure, Adam swung out of the bed, rose and dressed swiftly. On the off chance that someone saw him, he wanted to have all his clothes on, so he could say he was investigating a possible prowler. He would be considered a hero rather than a half-dressed older man wandering among the room of girl students.
He opened the door and paused, looking out at the grounds. They were silent, unmoving. His glance went up to the windows of the girls' rooms, but there was no indication of any movement there. Quickly Adam went out, closed the door behind him and raced across the lawn. Fortunately, the night was dark, with clouds obscuring the moon and stars, and he felt sure he made it to the gym door without being seen.
His heart raced as he fished for the keys in his pocket. It was crazy but he felt an additional sexual excitement from what he was doing; his penis hadn't subsided since he left his bed.
He fitted the key to the lock, twisted it, pushed the door noiselessly open. Silently he made his way across the darkened gymnasium, eased open the door to the corridor, then slipped out. Tiny lights were lit along the way but they shone on no movement but his own as he walked swiftly but cautiously along.
During his tour of the place, Miss Henshaw had pointed out where Pepita and her mother slept, a small room near the kitchen. Adam had automatically filed that piece of information in his mind without even realizing it might come in handy.
Adam found the room with no trouble at all. The door was closed. He held his head against it, listening. He thought he could detect the sound of the mother snoring. He held his breath, gripped the doorknob and turned it. An instant later, he pushed the door gently inward a fraction of an inch so that the shaft of light behind him could enter the room. He paused again, but no sound came from the bedroom except the loud snores. Adam quickly opened the door, darted inside, closed the door behind him.
He stood by the door for a few seconds, listening, letting his eyes become accustomed to the dimness. In addition to the snores of the mother, he detected soft, gentle breathing sounds from the other end of the room. A soft light filtered in through the blinds, and after awhile Adam could make out the furniture in the room and its occupants.
The mother's huge bulk rested in one bed, her face turned toward the wall. From the sounds she made, it seemed an earthquake wouldn't awaken her. Adam's eyes went across the room to the other bed, and the sight made him gasp. Pepita lay on her back, her eyes closed, her long, black hair spread out over the white pillow. The blankets down around her middle, showing off her top half, clad in a very thin nightgown. As Adam wet his lips in anticipation, he squinted his eyes to see her firm young breasts pressing upward as she breathed, with the nipples poking into the cloth.
His fingers itched to touch those lovely breasts. He felt his stiff penis throb, giving him an added incentive. He moved quietly toward the girl and knelt beside her. He wondered how deeply she slept. Adam had known girls with whom he'd had complete sexual intercourse without them waking, thinking later it had been a dream. It was not safe to count on it, however; most girls would awaken very soon after insertion. Still, if he were very careful....
He reached out with both hands and boldly covered her breasts with his hands, gently massaging, feeling the nipple rise up to meet his palm. Pepita smiled in her sleep and raised her body to meet his hands. She was obviously aware of his touch and might awaken any second, but Adam couldn't stop. And he didn't want to. His mind was in a turmoil of pleasure from the touch of the young girl's body, even through the thin cloth of her nightie.
He took one of his hands from her breasts and swept aside the blankets. Her nightgown was pulled up around her hips, showing off her lovely legs, and the juncture where a black triangle of hair covered her crotch. Eagerly, Adam pushed the nightgown up over her neck and hesitated for a moment drinking in the lovely sight so close to him. Her breasts were really beautiful, like small but succulent apples, with the tips a dark brown and up hard.
He couldn't resist. He bent his head, licked one of the nipples, then took it between his lips and sucked it greedily. Pepita moaned, threw out her arms and pulled his head into close contact with her bosom.
"Oh, Juan," she said in her sleep.
The sound of her voice startled Adam, but he was sure she was still asleep, now dreaming he was a boyfriend of hers back home. It would be funny, he thought, if he were able to go through the entire sex act with her while she dreamt of someone else. No, on second thought, funny isn't the word for it. It would be ego-damaging perhaps but also delightful to know he'd gotten away with something so pleasurable without getting caught.
His lips continued sucking her nipple, while his hands moved over her stomach, down below into the tangle of black pubic hair, along the slopes of each thigh, then covered her crotch.
She murmured again and clutched him closer, at the same time spreading her thighs wide in invitation. Adam pressed his palm tightly against her vaginal lips, exulting in the feel of their moist warmness. He couldn't take much more of this. He reached down, unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect sex organ.
Just at that moment, the girl's eyes fluttered open!
At first there was no recognition in them. She still thought she was dreaming. Then her eyes widened in sudden alarm and her mouth opened to make an outcry. Adam quickly placed his hand over her mouth, stifling the sound.
"Shh." he hissed. "I'm not going to hurt you, Pepita."
She stopped struggling and relaxed on the bed, her face still uncertain. Adam took the opportunity to snake a finger into the girl's vagina. She winced and bit her lip, but it was from the unexpected pleasure rather than any pain. He moved his finger in and out of the folds of hot, moist flesh, rubbing the girl's clitoris with each stroke.
When he took his hand from her mouth, she whispered, "But Senor Fawkes, we should not be doing this. My mother...."
"Your mother won't wake up until morning," Adam said. "We've got plenty of time. You like me, don't you, Pepita?"
The girl hesitated, then nodded.
"And you like me to play with your hot little cunt, don't you, Pepita? And you like me to kiss your breasts like this."
She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as Adam's lips attacked her nipples, as his fingers moved with an increasingly furious rhythm between her legs.
"Oh yes, Senor," she gritted, "it-is-very nice."
"And I've got something else for you that's nice," he said, "move over."
"But there is not much room."
"Enough," he said.
She moved over, and he got onto the bed with her, took her hand and guided it down to his crotch. Her hand encircled his stiff flesh. The touch of her slim fingers made his penis throb with renewed activity.
"Senor Fawkes is very excited," the girl said.
"Damn right I am, baby. I want to fuck you."
Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his and shot his tongue deep past her lips, moving his tongue back and forth with a frenzy. One hand moved from one of her breasts to the other, feeling, massaging. His other hand stayed between her legs, with one finger plunging in and out of the opening.
She was getting as excited as he was. He could feel her heart beat wildly under her rib cage. Her breathing was erratic. A sheen of perspiration covered her writhing body.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Pepita?"
"No, Senor. My boyfriend back home.... "
"How long has it been since you've fucked, since you've had a man's stiff cock up your cunt?"
She thought a moment. "Too long," she said finally. "Too long."
She made no resistance as he climbed on top of her. She reached down between them, took his stiff penis in her hands and guided him into the opening.
Oh baby, Adam thought, you've got a tight cunt, just the way I like it!
As he squeezed in all the way, her muscles contracted about him, and for a moment he thought he'd have an immediate orgasm. But he held back, wanting it to last. The sensation passed, and another one took its place. He began the motion, in and out, sliding his stiff penis almost all the way out, then shoving it quickly in. Pepita clamped her legs about his back, and rocked back and forth, corkscrewing her hips each time. Her hands clutched, pulling him close to her so she could rake her breast tips back and forth across his naked chest.
Adam held her shoulders in his hands and kissed the young girl passionately. Her nipples were like hot nails against him, her thighs like a vise; as he worked his flesh into her the motions of her writhing body under his drove him crazy with the intensity of the pleasure she was giving him.
Pepita was enjoying it as much as he. She murmured and groaned against his mouth while her body continued its frantic search for pleasure. She twisted and rocked under him, clamping her legs tighter, rolling her hips one way and another, bumping and grinding against his loins. He could almost feel the tension building deep inside her like a winding spring, getting tighter and tighter until....
She pulled her lips from his and muttered, "Oh, oh, oh!" and shook and trembled with an orgasm so intense Adam feared the bed would collapse under them.
He felt his own coming an instant later. He increased the fury of his thrusts, then plunged his penis deep inside her and held it there, lifting her hips with his hands, and came in a series of spasmodic bursts that made both of them wince.
For a few minutes afterward they lay in each other's arms, not speaking. Adam was thoroughly sated. His tensions were gone, he felt content. She had been a good lay. Still his fingers roamed over her breasts, circling the hippies, dancing down along her stomach and legs, touching the wet, tangled hair between her legs. Her own hands fondled his limp penis with affection.
"You had better go, Senor," Pepita said after awhile.
Adam nodded. He became suddenly aware that the girl's mother was still snoring soundly in her own bed on the opposite side of the room. There was little danger of discovery from her, but now that he'd been satisfied, there was little excuse for remaining.
"I'd like to see you again, Pepita," Adam said. The girl hesitated. "If you wish," she said simply-
He kissed her full on the lips, then rose and adjusted his clothing.
The trip back to his own cottage was as uneventful as his sneaking into the main school building to seduce Pepita. Even so, he sighed with relief once in the cottage with the door closed.
He got undressed in the dark and was about to slip into bed, when he noticed suddenly that the bed was occupied by a totally naked redhead who propped herself up on her elbows and smiled sexily at him.
"I know you told me not to, but I couldn't help myself. I've been waiting for you," Mitzi said.
CHAPTER NINE
The session with Mitzi was, in more ways than one, an anti-climax. Having a thoroughly satisfying sexual interlude with Pepita had drained Adam physically and emotionally. Even so, the sight of the long-limbed redhead completely naked and ready for whatever delights he chose was inspiring enough for the schoolteacher to try.
Adam undressed and stretched out beside her. Mitzi immediately grabbed for his limp penis and began stroking it. The man made no resistance. It was always pleasant to have a young girl caress his genitals.
"You were with somebody else," Mitzi accused.
"How did you guess?"
"You're still sticky down here."
"Why don't you lick it off?" he suggested.
She hesitated, then echoed, "Why not."
Mitzi twisted about on the bed and lay with her red head resting along Adam's inner thigh. His penis was in her hands; she massaged it with her palms for a moment, then lowered her head to use her tongue on the tip of it for awhile.
It was very pleasant for Adam, but after his recent bout with the Mexican girl, he wasn't really in the mood. Of course, the sight of Mitzi's crotch almost thrust in his face couldn't be discounted. They were in a perfect position to sixty-nine, and Adam thought: why the hell not? It might turn him on again.
She was only too willing to spread her legs before his insistent hands. Many of the clouds had dispersed outside, and the moon shone brilliantly through his window on the girl's crotch. He could count every hair on her dewy cunt, if he wanted to. But he didn't want to, for he had other plans for it.
He parted the hair with his fingers and used one of them to rub the nub of her clitoris while he parted her cunt lips and blew gently into the opening.
She drew her tongue from his penis long enough to emit a long, drawn-out murmur, then lowered her head on him, swallowing up the full length of his male flesh to the base. He was still limp, but he showed signs of recovering, so she chomped furiously at him, moving his shaft from one side of her mouth to the other, using her tongue all the while.
Adam was beginning to get into the act in earnest. He extended his tongue and licked the opening between her legs. Someone had once told him that a woman's cunt tasted like clam chowder, and if he used his imagination, Adam could actually taste the essence. Well, whatever it was, the taste was sexy as hell. He gripped her buttocks in both hands and guided her backside closer to his face so his tongue could stick right up into her and wiggle all around.
Mitzi was going out of her mind. It didn't take much to get her going. She began trembling all over and wiggling her buttocks around so he had to grip them savagely to hold them in position. She almost shrieked as he pressed his lips full on her vaginal lips, puckered up, and blew a blast of hot breath into her.
She groaned and lifted her head. "Oh, that's wonderful, Mr. Fawkes. Do it again."
"Okay, Mitzi," he said agreeably, "but you keep sucking, too."
She was getting to him. Pooped though he was, his penis was getting hard. It was throbbing with renewed passion. She stuck out her tongue once more and began licking the tip of his penis, lapping up drops of moisture that collected there, then moving down over the knob, licking and kissing alternately, then down the shaft which she held upright by its base.
Adam tensed as she paused. Then he felt her lips brush the top of his penis and he thrust upward into her mouth full force. She took him fully, closing her lips to enclose him. Her red head bobbed up and down, causing a suction that threatened to make him erupt with pleasure.
Meanwhile, he kept working her over with his own mouth and tongue and lips, laving her vaginal lips, flicking his tongue at her clitoris and nipping at it with his teeth.
She's not bad at cocksucking either, he thought wonderingly. Probably not as good as Gabrielle, but plenty okay just the same.
He held tightly onto her squirming legs and rained a stream of kisses over the insides of her sweating thighs. He planted the juiciest ones on her crotch dead center, he sucked and blew into it, then inserted his tongue once more between the pulsating folds of hot, damp flesh, drawing it out across the distended clitoris. The taste of her genitals, the musky female odor of her, got to him.
So did her mouth on his penis. She'd done it. His cock was up good and stiff, and her mouth was rising and descending in a swift rhythm. Her mouth was as eager as her cunt. Her red head bobbed in his lap, her lips tight about his shaft.
She lifted her head and said, "C'mon, fuck me the regular way."
At that stage in the sexual game, Adam was only too happy to comply with her request. When she twisted around and under him on the narrow bed, he got between her legs and hovered there on his hands. She took the penis and inserted the knob of it into the wet opening, then squealed as he rammed it home all the way.
"Hey, take it easy," he said, remembering how noisy she was, "we-don't want to wake everybody up."
She nodded, clamped her legs around his back and began thrusting her crotch against his groin with quick bumping movements.
As Adam plunged into her, he smiled happily. He was not only overwhelmed by the genuine pleasure he found in the sex act, but in the realization that he could get his cock hard again on such short notice and shove it into the appreciative cunt of this redheaded nympho and satisfy her-for the moment at least. Tomorrow, she'd be back for more. Meanwhile, there was what was left of tonight.
He thrust in and out of her with an increasing rhythm that matched her groans and grunts and the slippery sounds two perspiring bodies made as they rubbed against each other. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, her eyes closed, her pretty face contorted with passion.
She moaned and shouted, "That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Hey," he warned. "Be quiet."
She didn't seem to hear him. She started shouting again, and in desperation he covered her lips with his mouth so she could only moan and babble into it. At the same time, he increased his thrusts into her. Generally, he liked to prolong the sex act, but now he was tired and he was afraid she'd keep yelling and someone would hear. He wanted it over with as fast as possible.
His increased rhythm had the desired result: she moved her own hips in a faster tempo, twisting and rocking her bottom against him, puffing and grunting. He could feel the tremors starting way down deep inside her, spreading swiftly through her body until it was shaking from head to toe. She threw her arms about him and tightened her legs around his back, and he knew she was starting her orgasm.
His was not far behind. He thrust faster, and he felt his penis swell inside her. When her muscles contracted around his male flesh, he didn't try to hold back. He plunged deep inside her and held it there while she squeezed the spurting semen from his body.
Only when they were both through did he take his lips from her mouth. She was breathing heavily, and perspiration glowed on her heaving breasts. He detached himself from her and lay beside her. She reached out to fondle his penis again.
He laughed. "You never have enough, do you?"
"Never," she said. "Who were you with over there?" She nodded at the school.
"Nobody. I-uh-went over to the kitchen for a midnight snack."
"A midnight snatch, you mean," she pouted. "Well, no matter." She patted his genitals with a fond hand. "You're man enough for both of us."
Adam hesitated. "Speaking of other girls," he said, "do you have any idea who was with me last night?"
She just stared at him, puzzled.
"Some girl sneaked into my room last night," he explained, "and pretended it was you. But I knew it wasn't."
"How did you know?"
"Because she wasn't as good at fucking as you are," Adam said. "I thought maybe you and the girls were taking turns coming over to play with my cock."
"Not me," she said sincerely. "If the other girls are playing games like that, I don't know about it." She bent to kiss his limp penis. "I'd like to have this all to myself."
Adam shuddered at the notion. If you had it all to yourself, baby, he thought, you'd wear it out in no time at all. Besides, I like variety.
Mitzi shrugged philosophically. "But I suppose I'll have to be content with you once in a while. How about one more time before I leave?"
Adam sighed. "To tell you the truth, Mitzi, I really don't feel up to it."
"Maybe tomorrow then."
"Maybe."
But he knew he wouldn't. A little of Mitzi went a long way, and he'd had a lot of Mitzi. Besides, he had Pepita to fuck as well as the mystery girl. And there were others he wanted to look into.
Fanny with the sweet ass, for one.
April with the sweet everything, for another.
And of course there was blonde, long-legged Christine who kept showing him her crotch; he'd like to take a closer look at that.
Then there was Gabrielle with the lips and tongue that spoke silently of many pleasures to come.
When Mitzi was gone, Adam thought of these things. He also thought that for a completely exhausted man at three o'clock in the morning he had more ambition than he could handle at the moment. He felt like a kid in a candy store filled with the wildest goodies that were all his-and here he'd just had a full meal.
But tomorrow he'd be hungry again.
And the day after that.
As he dozed, his penis stirred restlessly, reacting to his very pleasant thought. When he fell asleep, he slept dreamlessly. Who needed dreams anyway, when reality was heaven?
CHAPTER TEN
Adam slept right through his ringing alarm clock and breakfast. He might have missed his first morning class altogether if Miss Henshaw hadn't sent one of the girls to go banging on his cottage door.
It was Elsa, the short-haired blonde, who obviously got the mission because with her stocky athletic figure she could run the distance in hardly any time at all and get back in time to sit in on her first class of the day.
When the pounding came at the door, Adam sat up groggily and yelled, "All right, all right, come in."
The door opened and Elsa bounded in, a cheery smile on her face.
"Mr. Fawkes," she said, "Miss Henshaw wanted me to.... "
Her voice drifted off and the smile faded from her face. She gulped and stared at him.
"Yes, what is it?" Adam said irritably.
"She thought you might have overslept," Elsa managed, "so she sent me to tell you it's nine-thirty."
Adam was still very sleepy, but it finally dawned on him that Elsa wasn't looking at his face. He looked down at himself and became immediately awake at the sight which had so transfixed the young girl. He was stark naked, sprawled out on top of the bed where he'd fallen into a sound sleep after the hectic sexual session with Mitzi. His penis was half erected and in full view of the staring girl.
Casually, Adam flipped the blanket over his nakedness and said, "Tell Miss Henshaw thanks. I guess my alarm clock didn't work."
"What?" Elsa drew her eyes to his face and promptly blushed. "Oh, yeah, sure, Mr. Fawkes, I'll tell her."
She backed out the door, closed it, and trotted off with the message. Watching her through the window, Adam grinned. Elsa wasn't bad-looking. She had a good athletic figure that would enable her to get into a variety of sexual positions. Perhaps, if he had the time, he'd try to maneuver her into some of them for their mutual pleasure.
He took a fast cold shower, shaved quickly, dressed, and hurried to his first English class of the day. On his first week as instructor at the Bradbury School for Girls, he didn't want to be tardy. He must make a good impression on everyone. He made it, though he wished he'd had time to gulp some coffee. Well, that would have to wait until the class was over.
He was glad that Mitzi and Christine weren't in his first class. He still felt very tired, and it was going to be difficult enough teaching the class without being distracted by wide-open crotches. Fanny wasn't in this one either, so her ass wouldn't be in sight until he could possibly appreciate it to its fullest.
Elsa was there, her face still red from accidentally viewing her English instructor in the nude. Was it his imagination, or did her face hold something else besides embarrassment? Sensual longing perhaps?
Plain Jane was in the class, too. She looked quite intelligent in her black-frame glasses and her hair pulled back in a bun. Horny as usual, Adam wondered how she'd look with her hair down and her glasses off, maybe a little lipstick on her mouth, some sexier eyebrows-and of course, her clothes off. Even the plain girl had a youthful body, and that counted for a lot in Adam's book. There were some girls who looked better naked than with clothes on, and Jane might be a beautiful butterfly emerging from its cocoon. If he pulled the Pygmalion bit with her, who knew how very grateful she might be?
Then there were Barbara and Bonnie, the twins, who seemed to be bubbling over with excess energy. They were the cheerleader types who had made football games tolerable for Adam in days past. More often than not he'd feasted his eyes on the leaping female forms, the golden legs flashing in the autumn sunshine, the skin-tight panties hugging their hips, bellies and crotches. He'd like to examine them both in close detail, and then let them return the favor. He'd enjoyed having two girls work him over, and he was sure that, given the proper training, these two would be a great deal of fun with their youthful enthusiasm and sibling rivalry.
Adam shook his head. What the hell am I thinking of? I'm pooped and I'm thinking of fucking half the girls in the school.
Adam made it through the hour without mishap. Then he hurried to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee from Pepita. As usual, the Mexican girl was dressed in her short, tight uniform that showed off her young figure to advantage. His loins twinged at the memory of her naked body straining against his, but he made no move to touch her or mention the incident.
He sipped his coffee and said, "Thanks. You're a good coffeemaker, too."
She got the message and flashed him a bright smile. Adam was pleased to note she didn't have any qualms of conscience about what they'd done. He hadn't thought she would-she seemed the kind of girl who would accept sex as a natural, necessary thing-but it was nice to know, for future reference.
When he got to his office, he was surprised to discover that Plain Jane was there waiting for him. She sat in front of his desk and talked to him about her courses, though it was obvious to Adam that's not really what was on her mind. As she rattled on, he allowed his eyes to move over her body. It wasn't as spectacular, as blatantly sexy as some of the other girls, but it was suitable for the purpose nature intended for it.
She had shallow breasts, but breasts nevertheless which had nipples which could be sucked hard by a man's mouth. She had legs which could be spread wide, a young cunt in between them to be invaded by a man's ready cock; in fact, the more he looked her over, the more Adam thought: She's a very fuckable girl. I'd be doing her a big favor by fucking her, drawing her out of her shell.
When she was gone, Adam decided to stretch on the couch for a few minutes. He still had a good half-hour before his next class, but he must be careful not to fall asleep. Careful or not, he found himself dozing and was unable to control it. He fell asleep, certain that the bell for the changing of classes would awaken him. Just how good the half-hour was, soon became evident. Adam had a dream. In his dream the door opened, and a soft voice inquired: "Mr. Fawkes?" Adam mumbled an answer. The door closed and soft footsteps padded over to him. He could smell gentle perfume, detect the presence of someone starting to breathe heavily, as though undecided.
Then Adam felt slim feminine fingers move stealthily over his crotch. As the hand massaged his groin, Adam murmured his delight but did not open his eyes. It was a delightful dream, and it seemed so real, he didn't want it to end by his waking up.
The hands grew bolder. His fly was unzipped, a hand was inserted into the opening to touch and grip his penis through the cloth of his underwear. The penis responded by rising swiftly, getting hard.
Adam moaned. "That's it, baby," he murmured, still asleep.
His penis was eased from the wrappings, and two slim, female hands fondled and caressed it until it stood up stiffly, starting to throb with pleasure. The female seemed to be playing with it as a child might with a new toy, twisting it this way and that, rolling it between her palms, turning it one way and another to examine and admire it.
Then a bell sounded, signaling End of the session. The hands froze on him, then left quickly. Adam struggled awake just in time to see the door to his office slam shut and to hear the clattering of feet down the corridor.
He rose to his feet and ran to the door. He paused as he was about to fling it open, remembering the dream. He looked down, and there was his stiff penis hanging out, pointing upward. Hastily, he shoved it back under cover and zipped his fly.
That was close. It would've been great if he'd opened the door and confronted a flock of girls or perhaps an instructor, possibly even the formidable Miss Henshaw. He'd be out looking for another job, and he didn't want that just now. Not with the ever-ready Mitzi, and little Pepita, and, if he played his cards right, several of the other young girls.
So who had it been? Certainly not Mitzi, who would've stayed for more. Nor Pepita, either. It was probably the mystery girl, the one who'd visited him that night who didn't want her identity known, for some reason. She'd come into his office, seen him lying there fast asleep, and just couldn't resist the temptation.
Adam grinned happily. It was kind of fun having a secret admirer.
The massage had excited him, but the sleep had done him much good. He was more alert for his second class of the day.
The second class that morning was something to be alert for, because it contained the sweet, virginal, innocent and indescribably lovely April, who gave him a demure smile as he entered the room. Adam's pulse quickened. Was it possible that April could be the mystery girl? Could she be living a sexual Jekyll and Hyde existence? The notion took his breath away, then he realized how un-likely this thought was. It was more than--likely one of the other girls he counseled, possibly even one he didn't.
Still, the idea of her touching him so intimately, of having sex with him in the darkness of his bedroom, was intriguing. His eyes roamed uninhibitedly over her bare legs, over her blouse stretching taut across her firm little breasts.
He shook his head to dislodge thoughts like that-at least for now. He had a class to conduct, a lecture to give, some dramatic lessons to embark upon. He had students recite from Shakespeare, sometimes acting out a scene together at the front of the room. Invariably, Adam chose April for one of the roles, because-he rationalized-she was an excellent actress. He also chose Fanny, but for another reason. Fanny overacted, but she did so mostly with her body, specifically her rounded, firm and succulent buttocks. Aware of this good point of hers, she always managed to turn them toward the teacher and give them a saucy wiggle and an extra twitch or two that was so suggestive Adam could not help but stare
When the class was over, and the other students were filing out of the room, Fanny stayed behind. Adam kept a calm exterior, though he was remembering the last time Fanny had stayed behind and had let him feel all along the insides of her thighs and along her panties behind.
"I wonder if you could explain this part to me, Mr. Fawkes," she said.
"I'd be happy to, Fanny," he said, but it was not the part in the play but another part that Adam was thinking of.
Once more Fanny stood beside the sitting Adam and put her open Shakespeare book on his desk. Then she bent over the desk and started explaining her problem. Her problem, Adam knew, was not in Shakespeare. After what had happened the previous time, it seemed obvious now that little Fanny wanted a repeat performance. Adam was only too happy to oblige.
He leaned back in his chair slightly and gazed at her legs so close to him, visible right up to the crotch. She was wearing a shorter skirt this time, perhaps on purpose, so that he could actually see the crotch of her panties. If that wasn't a blatant invitation, what was?
He dropped his hand casually along his side, then moved it into position between her legs. When the palm of his hand touched the inside of her ankles, she flinched slightly but didn't move away; she kept on talking, a little faster, a little more breathlessly. Adam, thus encouraged, moved his hand upward along the firm warm flesh of her inner thigh. When the edge of his hand wedged into her crotch, she uttered a little moan and her face grew red. Still she didn't move away or make any mention of the fact that his hand was being intimate with her, although her reading of Shakespeare began faltering.
Adam moved his hand up over her pantied buttocks, stroking and squeezing for a moment. Then he slipped his fingers under the elastic rim of her panties and cupped and palmed her naked roundness. Her flesh was firm yet soft, very warm. She stopped reading altogether, closed her eyes and bit her lip. An ecstatic look came over her face as she pushed back against his hand.
It's incredible, Adam thought, truly amazed. She's pretending nothing is going on behind her back.
His hand went in low on her buttocks, and he crooked a finger between her legs. She moved her legs apart slightly to give him greater access, and he eased the finger through the damp, hairy area immediately between her legs and right into her opening. The girl sighed as his finger entered her and began an in-and-out motion.
I'll bet, Adam thought, I could take out my cock right now and ram it into her lovely little cunt, and she'd still make believe nothing was going on.
Apparently, if she didn't see it, or she didn't talk about it, Fanny could rationalize that nothing was happening.
Damn! Adam thought. I wish the door were closed and locked and we had more time. I'd take out my stiff cock and run it right up under her legs while she's reciting Shakespeare.
His finger worked noisily in and out of the hole between the young girl's legs moving faster. She seemed very excited, and he wanted her to have an orgasm if possible before the bell rang.
It didn't work out that way, however; the bell rang an instant later, startling Fanny.
"I-I'd better go to lunch," she said. "I didn't realize it was so late."
She gathered up her books, so Adam wisely extracted his finger from between her legs.
He said, "Why don't we continue our discussion this afternoon in my office. I'm sure I could help you-with your Shakespeare."
Fanny, her face flushed, didn't look at him. "All right," she said. "I'll be there, Mr. Fawkes."
Then she was gone, hurrying from the room. Even in her haste, her delightful derriere was wiggling sexily.
At the lunch table, Miss Henshaw insisted on engaging Adam in some discussion of administrative procedure. Adam tried to do his best, but his thoughts kept returning to Fanny's ass and how wonderful it would be to finally see it naked and rubbing up against him. He studiously avoided looking at Gabrielle whose fondness for phallic carrots was driving him to distraction.
His first afternoon English class was no help to his piece of mind. Gabrielle was in that, and she kept running her agile tongue over her rich red lips and staring at him as though she wanted to eat him alive. Christine was there, too-blonde Christine with the long, excellent legs she liked to open wide so he could examine her crotch from the front of the room.
By the time the period was over, Adam was glad to flee to his office. He'd half expected Fanny to be there waiting for him, her body bent over his desk, her panties already removed, so all he had to do was tiptoe in, unzip his fly, pull out his cock, lift her skirt slightly, and plow right in.
But she wasn't there. He sat nervously at his desk, absent-mindedly ruffling papers. It would be hell if she waited until the last minute, so their session was interrupted by the bell again.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Adam said hopefully.
The door opened. It was Fanny.
"May I come in, Mr. Fawkes?"
"Of course." Adam rose and waved a hand of welcome. When she was in, he closed the door and locked it. "I hope you don't mind. I wouldn't want anyone to barge in while we're busy discussing Shakespeare."
"I don't mind at all," she said, playing it straight.
"Well, suppose we get started," Adam suggested. "What in particular did you want to talk about."
True to form, Fanny opened her book on Adam's desk and bent over it. Once again, her skirt hiked up to show her crotch and the beginning upward slope of her delightful buttocks. Adam couldn't suppress a small gasp at the sight, for Fanny had thoughtfully removed her panties since he'd last seen her!
She began the routine of talking Shakespeare. It seemed a necessary rationalization to her, so Adam let her do it.
He furnished her another rationalization. "Here, let me look over your shoulder."
He pressed in tight against her from behind, moving his front directly against her buttocks. She pressed back, wiggling a little, and the motion caused Adam's half erection to rise dramatically into a full one. He prayed that no one knocked on his door for awhile, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his sex organ.
Adam lifted her skirt above her waist and stared down for a moment at the inspiring sight directly in line with his stiff penis. Her buttocks were even more delightful than he'd thought-firm, rounded enticingly, with smooth skin just aching for his touch. He reached down and fondled them for a moment. They were warm and nice to the touch of his palms. He continued massaging them with one hand while the other dipped below, into her crotch area, where one finger eased up into the moist folds of her vaginal lips and beyond.
Fanny sighed and dropped all pretense of reading. For a moment she just stood there, with her legs parted, obviously enjoying the touch of Adam's finger going in and out of her, rubbing the clitoris with each sweep.
Adam couldn't wait any longer. He removed his hands from her buttocks and crotch and moved his body forward. His hands went to her waist and his erect penis pressed firmly against the crack in the middle of her ass. He held her there tightly for a moment while she pressed back against him and wiggled tantalizingly.
Adam closed his eyes for a moment to bring himself under control. He'd looked forward to this for some time, and he wanted it to last. Then he opened his eyes and moved back slightly to look down at his target. Between her legs, he saw the damp, matted tangle of pubic hair and beyond that the slit that would soon accommodate his expectant penis.
He moved forward again, his penis in one hand, guiding it toward the opening. With his free hand, he reached down and parted the folds of her female flesh, holding them apart so that the tip of his sex organ could enter her. She flinched slightly as the knob of his penis slid past the portals, then wiggled her rear some more and shoved back. At the same time, Adam thrust forward, shoving his penis in to the hilt.
She was warm and wet in there, but very tight, and her vaginal muscles contracted even more to grip him firmly. It was a sensation Adam loved, and one reason he liked young girls-the tightness of their genitals enclosing his. He moved in and out slowly, holding onto her hips, keeping the stroke smooth both ways. Fanny wiggled her buttocks and thrust them back against his movements into her. Wet sucking sounds came from her genitals as he pulled out almost to the knob, then shoved back in.
Beautiful, Adam thought. Just beautiful. In her own way, Fanny's cunt is every bit as good as Mitzi's or Pepita's or any of the others.
The young girl was enjoying it, too. Her sighs and moans were eloquent testimony to that. Her hands gripped the edge of Adam's desk, and the knuckles of her fingers grew white with the intensity of her grasp. Her hips began twitching faster and faster. Her gyrations increased. In the classroom, Adam's finger had made her come very close to orgasm, and she'd been without relief from the sensations which had built up inside her. Now, the feelings rose inside her very quickly, bringing her once again to the brink of orgasm.
Adam, very excited, and wanting to come, held back. He wanted Fanny's enjoyment with him to be a thoroughly satisfying one, so she'd want repetions of the act. It wasn't easy. The firm young flesh gripping him so intently, combined with the rotation of her lovely white buttocks against him made holding back difficult.
Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and held on as firmly as his hands gripped her churning buttocks. Then it happened.
She cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" threw back her head as though gasping for air, held onto the desk with all her strength, and shook from head to toe in a series of shuddering spasms.
Adam quickly followed her. He pumped his penis into her rapidly, then held it in to its fullest as his penis grew swollen deep within her and spurted hot liquid in her vagina.
They held the position for a moment before Adam disengaged himself and stepped back. His body was covered with sweat. There was nothing he could do about that, but he did wipe off his slickly wet penis with a tissue he'd learned always to carry.
"And then there's this passage here," Fanny said.
Adam blinked his eyes, wondering what in the world she was talking about. The only other passage in sight was her ass-hole pointing in his direction, and he was too pooped to attempt that. Then he realized with a start that the young girl was continuing her reading of the Shakespeare volume open on his desk, just as though she hadn't engaged in a sex act seconds before!
Stuffing his penis into his pants and zipping up, he said, "Yes, well suppose we talk about that particular passage some other time."
She snapped the book shut and straightened, turned around and said, "All right, Mr. Fawkes. And I do want to thank you so much for your help."
"That's quite all right, Fanny. Any time."
She marched across the room, her buttocks wiggling as saucily as ever, unlocked the door, and flounced out. Adam went to the open door and stared down the hall at the girl. She had about the best ass in the world, he decided. She knew that and made good use of it. It had been very enjoyable, the whole thing, but her refusal to admit what she was doing puzzled him. One thing was obvious: Fanny had been no virgin. Other stiff penises had gone into her, probably also by the route under her milk-white and indescribably gorgeous buttocks, and undoubtedly others would follow. Including mine, Adam thought happily.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The remainder of the week was not nearly as exciting, mainly because Miss Henshaw seemed to sense that something was going on under her nose that wasn't right but she couldn't put her finger on it.
She called a staff meeting and told of a conversation she'd overheard between Mitzi and some other girl. The redhead had intimated she'd been engaging in some sexual hanky-panky. Fortunately for Adam, who was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable, the young girl hadn't been very specific about it, and Miss Henshaw suspected boys from a neighboring college had been sneaking in-or else Mitzi had been sneaking out.
"Have you noticed anything suspicious, Mr. Fawkes?" she asked him.
Adam shook his head emphatically. "Nothing. But I'll be extra alert, Miss Henshaw." It was a promise he was going to keep.
Miss Henshaw suggested that each of the counselors have a heart to heart talk to the students in her (and his) group to make sure there was no repetition of any immoral behavior. It was especially important for Adam to do this, she said, because the girl Mitzi was one of his charges.
"I know the girl," Adam admitted. "Outwardly, she tries to act sexy and grownup, but underneath it all she's just a little girl. She was probably just making up the whole thing to impress her girlfriend."
The hot little bitch! he thought, annoyed. She had to go and blab about getting fucked!
Adam did not relish the idea, but there was nothing he could do but call the ten girls into his office and give them a somewhat delicate lecture about preserving their various virginities and virtues for their own sakes and the sake of good old Bradbury School for Girls..
It was even more embarrassing for him because he'd already been intimate with two of them-no, make that three of them, assuming the mystery girl was one of the group. Mitzi's sniggering didn't help, nor Fanny's embarrassed avoidance of him, and Gabrielle insisted in drawing her hot little tongue over her lips in a suggestive way all the while he was talking. Needless to say, Christine was sitting on the couch directly opposite his desk, with her lovely legs spread to give him a gorgeous view up along her thighs to the crotch!
As the girls filed out, Adam said, "Mitzi, would you stay behind for a moment?"
When the girls left, Adam closed the door securely. He turned to find Mitzi standing in front of him. She threw her arms around his neck, kissed him passionately, then moved one of her hands down to the front of his pants, where she massaged the bulge with enthusiasm.
At another time, Adam might have welcomed the caress, but now he was too annoyed. He peeled her arms from him.
"This is just what I was telling you about a moment ago," he said. "Do you know what all that was about? It started when Miss Henshaw overheard you telling another girl you'd gotten fucked."
Mitzi's. eyes grew wide. "I didn't mention your name, Mr. Fucks."
"Fawkes," Adam corrected.
"I didn't even say it was a teacher at school here," she went on defensively. "But you were so good, I was about busting out with the desire to tell someone I'd had a wonderful male cock up my cunt. I wanted to get the other girls jealous, I suppose."
"Girls?" Adam repeated. "How many did you tell?"
"I don't remember. Just a few. Don't be mad at me. I'll never do it again."
"You can bet your sweet ass you'll never tell anyone again, Mitzi. Because there's not going to be a next time."
Between Pepita and Fanny, Adam realized he could make do. It was better forsaking the redheaded nympho than losing his job.
Mitzi began to cry. In an effort to shut her up, Adam put a consoling arm around her and held her close to him. Before he was even aware of it, his penis was rising up hard in response to Mitzi's subtle caress.
"All right," he said with a sigh. "I can't give you up, Mitzi. You're just too much of a good thing."
Mitzi brightened. "How about tonight. I'll sneak out, and.... "
"Definitely not. Miss Henshaw will be on the prowl for awhile, so it's no fucking at least for the rest of the week."
Reluctantly, the redhead agreed, then kissed him full on the mouth and rubbed her hand all over the bulging front of his trousers. He reciprocated by massaging her breasts through her blouse.
A sound at the door stopped him. It was a tiny sound, as of someone going off balance for an instant and reaching up to steady herself. Someone had been listening at the door!
Adam rose, walked swiftly and silently across the room and threw open the door. No one was there, but he knew he hadn't been mistaken. The girl or girls who'd been there had fled after they'd made the noise.
Well, he thought, with some comfort, at least it wasn't Miss Henshaw.
Thus it was that the nymphomaniac Mitzi was scratched as a sexual partner for awhile. Adam thought that Fanny would give him a visit so he could ram his cock up against her sweet little behind and under it into her cunt, but apparently she was taking the lecture to heart and staying away from him for awhile.
At least, he thought, there's Pepita.
He was wrong about that, too. The Mexican girl's mother had gotten wind that something was up and had ordered her little girl not to fool around. For awhile, Pepita apologized, she'd better obey Mama.
It's either feast or famine, Adam realized.
A bright spot appeared on Friday, when a letter was delivered to Adam at the school. The letter was a surprise, and so was its message:
"Dear Mr. Fawkes:
"Apparently you've made quite an impression on my daughter April. In this, the first week of school, she's telephoned me twice to rave about you as a teacher, a counselor, and a person. "As you probably know, April comes home on weekends. If you're free this Sunday, we'd like you to come have dinner with us. Please send word with April.
Eileen Jackson." Adam smiled. He'd wondered how he could get closer to April, and this seemed like a perfect way. Seeing the girl's mother would also form a smoke screen around his real motivations. In a way it reminded him of his dates with Marge back at the last college, so he could get to her babysitter Melissa. That had worked out pretty well. This might also.
When he saw April after her morning class with him, he told her about her mother's message and said he'd be delighted to accept.
She was genuinely glad. "Gee, that's wonderful, Mr. Fawkes. I know mother is going to like you as much as I do."
For one wild moment Adam thought the teenage girl was going to throw her arms around him and kiss him. But the moment passed, then was gone. Mitzi would have hugged him, but Mitzi was a slut, a walking cunt always available to any man. Sweet, sweet April was another matter. She'd be worth waiting for.
I've never been so damned horny before in my life, Adam thought, frustratedly. Here I am, surrounded by all these luscious young cunts, and there's nothing I can do about it!
There was always masturbation. Adam found this enjoyable while his hand was pulling off his stiff penis, but afterward he inevitably felt cheated that he hadn't had a partner; it seemed like a waste of a good hard-on, so he resisted the impulse.
April left Friday night for her hometown, just a few miles away, and Adam assured her again that he'd see her and her mother on Sunday. If only, Adam thought that night, Miss Henshaw lived in town, he might give in to his temptation to sneak Mitzi out to his cottage for a hot session in the sack. No such luck, however. He fell asleep with an erection thinking about it, and awakened the next morning with it still up stiff and hard.
After a cold shower, he got in his car and drove out to nearby Bradbury Lake to look around. It was Saturday, and already many boats were on its calm waters, and many picnickers were readying tables and blankets on the beaches. It was a small but pleasant lake surrounded by many camps, rolling hills, and woodlands.
It was an ideal setting for the picnic planned by the Bradbury School for Girls, for the students and all the faculty, a month away. Adam had pleasant visions of the girls wearing bathing suits which could easily come off for a scuffle with him in a rowboat or someplace deep in the woods. The prospect pleased him. It would be nice if a few of them showed up now-except they'd be in the company of a mother hen, one of the female instructors at the school, who was committed to watch over them very carefully.
Still, Adam thought, the woman would probably trust him to take a girl out for a boat ride or for a walk in the woods, wouldn't she? After all, he was one of the teachers, too, and above reproach.
Of course, Adam smiled, the notion that I'm going to shove my stiff cock into the girl's hot little cunt would never occur to the older woman.
The thought made him feel better. There was still a way out, even if Miss Henshaw kept up her vigil for longer than Adam was willing to endure without young female flesh.
He drove around the lake, noting that some of the cottages were for rent on a weekly and weekend basis. That was another possibility. If he could convince Miss Henshaw that some of the girls might benefit by a weekend at the lake, he could sneak out there and have some of them.
He was in much better spirits as he drove into the small town of Bradbury. He wasn't anxious to return to the school, so he had dinner at one of the restaurants, then took in a movie. Afterward, on a sudden thought, he drove through the darkened town, following directions April had given him.
April and her mother Eileen lived in a small house on a tree-lined street just off the main drag. Adam parked the car across the street from the house, turned out his lights and kept the motor running. He wasn't sure why he did it. Curiosity perhaps. Possibly a wish to see April in the window. He still recalled how delightful she'd looked in that brief glimpse he'd gotten of her when she'd removed her blouse before the window at school, before Plain Jane-damn her!-had pulled down the shades. Apparently April was so innocent she never thought someone might want to peep in on her undressing.
His attention was drawn by a movement in the living room window. He stared at a pretty brunette in her late thirties who was walking around the well-lighted room. That must be Eileen, April's mother, Adam decided. She was slim and from this distance looked fairly attractive; she'd have to be to mother a doll like April. It promised to be painless courting the older woman while trying to make out with the daughter.
Adam's breath caught as April appeared, dressed in a diaphanous nightgown. Adam strained his eyes to see more, but from where he was it was impossible. The girl pecked her mother on the cheek, then turned and disappeared, obviously heading for bed. Then, the mother walked out of his line of vision.
Adam hesitated a moment, then switched on the car headlights and drove off. It was incredible, but just that distant sight of the young girl had excited him.
Man, he thought wildly, how I'd love to ram my stiff cock up her juicy little cunt!
Adam had used all manner of persuasive tactics with young girls-including blackmail-but he'd never actually raped one. April was innocent, but she wasn't stupid.
Once again he thought: Well, if rape is the only way, then that's what I'll have to do.
And get away with it, of course, he added mentally.
There was no point in going to jail for even a sweet piece of ass like April.
He drove slowly back past the turnoff to the lake and on to Bradbury School, his hand idly massaging his swollen groin while he fantasized thoughts of April. Since it was late, he went right to his cottage, turned on a light and undressed. Naked, he fondled his own genitals, pleased to find his hard-on hadn't gone down a bit.
Only when he turned off the light and crawled into bed did he realize he hadn't drawn the shades as he stood there naked. If any of the girls had looked out of their windows, they couldn't have missed the sight of him standing there in full view.
Adam chuckled. Why the hell not? It might give some of them ideas.
The chuckle died in his throat. As long as one of the girls wasn't Miss Henshaw!
CHAPTER TWELVE
On Sunday evening, Adam was startled to find that Eileen was the spitting image of her daughter April.
The fucking image, I should say, he thought. The moment he saw the older woman he knew he wanted to have sex with her. The resemblance was so close, it would be like having intercourse with an older version of the teenage girl he desired.
That in itself was something. Often, on other occasions when he was making love to one girl he'd imagine another was in his arms. Frequently, this wasn't easy. With Eileen it wouldn't be difficult at all. Except for slightly softer features, the mere trace of a wrinkle or two about the eyes and forehead, the two could be twins. Even their petite figures were comparable.
Of course, Adam amended, it wouldn't stop him from wanting April; it was only a stop-gap thought, a fill-in lay until he could work out plans to shove his erect penis into the teenager's virginal and unsuspecting vagina.
Adam was at his charming best as they sat in the living room and sipped cocktails and talked about everything in general and nothing in particular. Eileen-she'd insisted from the first that he call her that-looked as sexy as her daughter. She wore short dresses, low heels, her hair down about her shoulders in a youthful style. It seemed obvious the older woman realized her resemblance to her daughter and was trying to make the most of it.
For Adam, it worked fine, and he complimented her on it with a sincerity that did not have to be feigned.
"You and April could be taken for sisters," he said.
Eileen laughed. "So I've been told," she said, pleased, "but it's always nice to be told again." She hesitated, sipping her drink, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. "April tells me you're not married."
"That's right. I guess I never found the right girl." He thought of adding, "until now," but that would be pushing it entirely too much. It did surprise him, however, that the girl's mother would be so bold in her questioning.
"You're probably thinking I'm pretty brazen," Eileen said, "but you see, April tells me a lot of things about you. I think she's got a crush on you, Adam."
"Really?" Adam managed, though he felt his throat constrict. That was nice information to know.
"Since I'm a divorcee," the woman went on, "she always keeps on the lookout for eligible suitors. I'm really not in the market for a new husband. I just wanted to warn you in advance, in case April starts planning things for you."
She was lying about part of that, Adam realized. Maybe even she didn't know it, but Eileen was in the market for a husband. The way she was looking at him showed that quite clearly to Adam, who'd seen that hungry look before. In a town this size, she'd probably dated seldom, had sex even less frequently than that. She still looked young, but in a year or two age might catch up with her. If she wanted a man, now was the time to get him.
Which means, Adam thought pleasantly, she'll probably lower her panties at the zip of my fly opening.
Even marriage wouldn't be so bad to her. It meant he'd be living in the same house with April. As her new father, he'd have a chance to see her intimately, take advantage of her innocence. But then, in a few years she'd be away at college, perhaps even married-while he'd be stuck with an aging duplicate of her.
No, Adam decided firmly, I'll fuck mother and daughter, and then move on to greener pastures.
April had left her mother and her schoolteacher alone in the living room to get acquainted, but from time to time the daughter flitted around in the background, and Adam found he couldn't take his eyes from her. Outside of the school environment she looked even lovelier, more desirable than ever, and Adam's lust for her increased.
Dinner was a combined effort on the part of both ladies. If Eileen wanted to impress Adam with her cooking ability, she succeeded. During the meal, Adam had to glance only surreptitiously at April, for the mother was looking at him quite closely. Adam liked the way April ate, the way she put food into her mouth and chewed it; inevitably, he found himself imagining it was his penis sliding past her red lips, over her flicking tongue, into the warm, moist cavity of her beautiful young mouth.
"I'd better go to bed," April announced, shortly after dinner. "Tomorrow's a school day."
"I'm sure your English teacher wouldn't mind if you were a little sleepy," Adam said with a smile.
"It's past April's bedtime anyway," Eileen said quickly.
"Mine, too, I'm afraid," Adam said, glancing at his watch and rising. "I'd completely forgotten I've got to correct some papers tonight."
Disappointment showed in the woman's face. At the door, she said, "I do hope you'll visit us again, Adam, real soon."
"I'd like that, Eileen," Adam said.
He took her extended hand to hold it for a moment, but the woman wasn't going to be content with that-She moved in closer and kissed him full on the lips. The contact was brief, but during that moment she managed to rub her breasts enticingly against his chest and her hips into his loins.
Then she stepped back, smiling, and said, "Good night; pleasant dreams."
His genitals tingled where she'd brushed up against him and for an instant he considered staying. She wouldn't be a bad lay, if only for practice until he got to her daughter. He decided not to complicate matters just then, however.
Adam went out to his car and started the motor. For a few seconds he let it idle while he looked back at the house.
Right at this moment, he thought, April is in her bedroom, undressing. I'd like to see that.
He wondered if she were as careless about her shades at home as she was at the school.
It was an intriguing thought, one that he couldn't resist. On those occasions when he watched a girl undress without her knowing it, he rationalized that there was a voyeur in every normal male. For the most part, however, he didn't go out of his way to find such situations. But now, with the possibility of seeing April nude, displayed before him in all her sensuous glory, he was spurred into action.
Why the hell not? he thought. What harm would it do? It would give him a preview of coming attractions.
He drove off in the car, just in case Eileen might be watching from the house. He drove quickly around the block and parked several doors down from April's place, doused the lights and the motor, got out and walked swiftly but quietly along the street.
He'd wasted a lot of time thinking about it, and he hoped he wasn't too late. The street was fortunately deserted as he approached his target. The living room light was still lit. Eileen was up, probably in the front of the house, while her young daughter was in the bedroom in back.
Without hesitating, Adam walked up the darkened driveway beside the house. There were two windows facing the backyard, and from one of them a light glowed. The shade was pulled down, but not all the way to the sill, and from beneath it came a sliver of light. Stealthily, Adam approached the building and bent to apply his eyes to the crack of light.
It was the young girl's bedroom, all right. Unmistakable signs of femininity abounded. In addition, a pennant on one wall proclaimed: BRADBURY SCHOOL. The door to the room was open, and April was not in sight.
Adam waited impatiently. From time to time he straightened and looked around at the hovering darkness. Discovery wasn't--likely, but he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks beyond those he was already committed to. The sound of a toilet flushing and April's voice drew his eyes back to the window.
"Goodnight, mother," she'd said.
April appeared in the doorway. She was fully dressed in the blouse and skirt he'd last seen her in. She closed the door behind her, walked to a dresser, where she withdrew a fresh shortie nightgown. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Adam caught his breath. It was an intriguing sight, seeing her flesh emerge, inch by inch. She wore a flimsy bra which showed her cleavage and the soft milky-white roundness of her breasts. She pulled the blouse from her shoulders and hung it up on a hanger in the closet.
Adam was hardly breathing now. His every sense was alert with anticipation. He dared not take his eyes from the crack in the window lest he miss something, and he'd dreamt of this moment for too long for that to happen.
She stayed beside the closet as she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. Clad only in bra and panties, she was a sight the schoolteacher had longed to see. A slim, healthy, curved body, very young and yet completely female. Through the thin cloth of her panties, he could barely see the dark outline of her pubic hair; a few stray hairs peeped from under the elastic rim hugging her thighs, and Adam's fingers itched to touch and toy with those hairs. As she turned to hang up her skirt, she presented the window with a view of her buttocks, full and round and succulent, with a dark line visible from the small of her back curving dead center along the roundness and disappearing into her crotch.
With her back still toward him, she reached behind her to unfasten the snaps of her bra. The clasp disengaged, and she slipped the bra from her shoulders. When she turned her naked breasts to him, Adam couldn't control the gasp of delight that issued from his mouth; fortunately, she didn't seem to hear him. Her breasts were small, but rounded and firm, like milky apples, with tiny brown nipples set into them.
Adam thought how nice it would be to run his palms over those marvelous little breasts, to feel the nipples hardening between his fingers. He drew his tongue across his lips, trying to imagine the taste of those succulent nipples in his mouth.
He'd like to touch her everyplace, kiss her everyplace.
April hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her hips and legs and stepped out of them. She was beautiful! Adam had never seen anything so lovely in all his life. She was like some naked teenage goddess put on Earth for the exquisite pleasure of man, innocent and yet fantastically sensual.
As Adam watched, hypnotized, April raised her arms over her head and stretched, rising on tiptoe. The motion drew her breasts up tight, curved her slim legs even more. Then she settled and whirled in a kind of naked dance, as though joyful to be free of all restraining clothing. She was like an innocent, sexual animal set free from its cage.
She'd probably be a wildcat in bed, Adam thought.
She drew her hands about her body, cupping her breasts, massaging her hips and legs in a way that soon had the schoolteacher sweating, his loins aching with desire for the girl. Then she quickly put on her pajamas, turned out the light, and slipped into bed.
Adam was surprised that it was over so quickly. Surprised and disappointed. Yet the brief sight of her naked figure was enough to fill his dreams for a long time to come. Of course, he wasn't going to be content with dreaming about her. He wanted to feel April's nude form pressing close to him. He wanted to run his lips over her nipples. He wanted to rub his hands over her marvelous thighs, feel the taste of her lips on his, and most of all experience the indescribable sensations that would come when he plunged his stiff penis deep into the lovely hole between her legs!
Adam was suddenly aware that he was trembling. It was partly due to the cool night attacking his sweat-drenched body, but it was also because of his intense sexual excitement the teenager had caused in him. More than ever, he was determined to do something about it.
I'm going to fuck that girl, he told himself as he sneaked around the house and down the street to his waiting car, if it's the last thing I do!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The campus was dark and quiet as he drove in and parked in the parking lot. A short walk brought him to his cottage. He paused at the door to look up at the bedroom windows of the girls. There was no light showing from any of them. A pity, too. He was in the mood for sex right now.
He thought of Pepita. He'd love to have his cock ramming up between her olive-skinned thighs, to feel her boobies wiggling against his palms. But the girl's mother was alerted, and of course so was Miss Henshaw, who might even have set traps along the way. He couldn't afford taking the chance.
In the darkness of his living room he undressed and slipped nakedly under the covers. His penis was still up good and stiff, and as he thought of the naked April it began throbbing with unre-leased passion. He reached down to fondle it, pretending it was the teenager's slim female hands on him.
But it wasn't the same. With a sigh, he released his grip, closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
He did manage to doze restlessly, but a sound awakened him. He opened his eyes into the darkness and lay very still, marshaling his thoughts. The sound had been the opening and closing of the door to his cottage. He lifted his head. There was someone else in the room with him. He could sense it, detect the musky odor of her female body filling the air. A movement from the shadows verified his suspicion of another presence.
"Who's there?" he whispered.
"Shhh," a feminine voice said softly. "It's me. Mitzi."
Adam grinned as a nightie-clad female detached herself from the shadows and moved toward the bed. In the dim light, he could see the familiar mop of red hair. For a moment, he'd thought it might be the mystery girl returning for seconds, or-counting the brief fondling in his office-for thirds. But Mitzi was plenty welcome. His penis was up stiff and ready to go. Now there was a place to put it-in the teenage redhead's hot, juicy cunt!
She stood beside his bed for an instant. There was the soft whisper of her brief garment sliding down her marvelous figure. Then, with an animal cry, she threw herself onto him, her arms eagerly pulling him close, her lips mashing furiously against his mouth, the tongue eagerly darting in and out.
Adam twisted enough so he could pull the blankets from between them. He groaned his pleasure as her nude body mashed in intimate contact with his. Her breasts raked his chest, her loins ground uninhibitedly against his genitals. As she reached down to pull his stiff penis, he reached behind her and gripped her buttocks with both hands, pulling her closer to him while he ground his loins upward against her grasping hand and into her pubic area.
They thrashed around on the tiny bed, she on top, he happily on the bottom. His hands roamed over her body, touching the breasts, palming the distended nipples, moving over her undulating belly and below into the damp triangle of hair at her crotch, crooking the finger so it could slide easily into the opening.
She gasped as his finger slid across her clitoris on its way to her vagina. She moved her hips in a cork-screwing motion against his thrusting finger, obviously delighting in what he was doing.
Something was wrong. No. not wrong, exactly, but different. At first, overcome with passion, Adam couldn't tell what it was, but it was there anyway, nagging at the back of his mind. The sexual urge was so strong, however, it overwhelmed any other thoughts of the moment.
"Come on, Mitzi," he said through gritted teeth, "I want to fuck you."
He rolled over on top of her, crushing the breath from her, moving his body between her spread legs. She panted, trying to regain her breath.
"No," she said, "the other way."
He hovered over her, puzzled, his penis between her legs, ready to enter. In a sudden move that surprised him, she toppled him over, then swiftly straddled him. More than anything else in the world, Adam wanted his penis inside her, so he didn't argue the point. One position was as good as any other just then.
She raised herself up slightly, then took hold of his penis with one hand, while she opened the lips of her vagina with the other. Then she guided him into her while she lowered herself, letting her body sink full over him.
Adam gasped with renewed pleasure as his shaft sank upward full to the testicles. Her vaginal muscles contracted and expanded, alternately gripping and releasing him with such intensity he almost winced with delight. He'd been sexually stimulated all evening by the sight of April, and now he was built up so he could hardly control himself. He raised his hips from the bed, pumping his penis deep inside her, and reached up to fondle her jiggling breasts.
It was then that the thoughts coagulated, took form.
In his excitement, he hadn't noticed certain things. Now, he noticed: The breasts were different, more conical than he'd remembered on Mitzi. The figure seemed a little slimmer, too. Then there was the girl's insistence on being on top of him. Also, she wasn't screaming and moaning the way the redhead did when they fucked.
The redhead. Of course! The mystery girl had purchased a red wig over the weekend, hoping to get away with another impersonation of Mitzi the nympho. Adam almost laughed aloud at the thought. The mystery girl was trapped now. All he had to do was hold her after he had an orgasm, then turn on the lights.
The question was, did he want to? He didn't know how she'd react to being unmasked. She was too delightful a lay to let go, and she might be angry, perhaps even ashamed, and never come to his room again. Still, the thought of not knowing was unbearable.
The girl rose and descended on him with increasing frequency, rising up so that the knob of his penis almost came free, then lowering her body in a smooth descent while he thrust upward at the same time into her. The nipples on her breasts were hard against his hands.
His eyes were accustomed to the dimness, but the girl's back was to the window, and the hair helped place her face in shadow. All the while the schoolteacher was building toward orgasm, he was thinking with a calm portion of his mind, wondering how he could discover who the girl was without scaring her off for all time.
"That's it, Mitzi," he purred encouragement. "Go to it, baby."
The girl pretending to be Mitzi went to it. She moved up and down on him faster and faster. Her torso churned. Her breasts bobbled. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. From time to time he caught a glimpse of her teeth gritting, flashing whitely. She was getting as excited as he was. Her movements became frantic as his penis shot in and out of her, rubbing the clit each way, making her wince with pleasure on each stroke.
Adam massaged her breasts, getting ready for his move. Her nipples were hard against his fingers, her breasts trembling with passion. She had to be in the throes of orgasm for him to do what he had to do-and from the way she acted it wouldn't be long now.
It wouldn't be long for him either, he realized. His penis was swollen, throbbing as though ready to let go at any instant. He held back, waiting, his penis seeming about to burst. With an effort, he still held back.
It came. A sharp, muted outcry from her lips. She went wild. Her hips gyrated against him. Her loins ground against his genitals. It was time. Adam reached up and pulled her down to him. He felt her breast tips graze his chest. He worked open her mouth with his lips, shot his tongue past her teeth. He rammed his penis deep into her with a series of short, quick thrusts that put both of them over the top.
She began to shudder and cry and try to straighten out. Her entire body trembled from head to toe. Then Adam let go himself. His penis expanded within her, and from the tip of it spurted hot spasms of semen against the pulsating walls of her vagina.
At the same time, he withdrew his tongue from her mouth and bit down hard on her lower lip. She was so engrossed in her own orgasm she hardly noticed, but Adam tasted blood on his tongue.
Now, he thought, satisfied, she's marked. She'll think it was a love bite, done in a moment of passion. But it'll be there in the morning for me to see.
For a moment she continued straddling him, trying to catch her breath.
"Mitzi, baby," Adam said, playing the game, "that was wonderful, even better than those other times. You are the greatest, baby."
In the dimness, he could see her smile flash. She thought she was getting away with it. Not only that, she was undoubtedly pleased he'd liked her better than the real Mitzi; a little public relations wouldn't do any harm.
She rose from him and stood nearby pulling on her nightie, being careful to avert her face.
"How about sticking around for seconds?" he suggested.
He wanted to hear her voice again, but she merely shook her head. A moment later, the door opened and closed. Adam rose to his elbows and looked out, to watch her fleeting form disappear among the trees and then through the gymnasium door.
He lay back, grinning at his cleverness. The next day he'd discover who the mystery girl was, and without her knowing he knew. It would make any future visits by her that much more interesting. Thinking this, he fell asleep, contented.
The next morning at breakfast, Adam didn't go out of his way to stare at the lower lips of the girls. He didn't want to appear anxious and alarm the girl, whoever it was. Besides, most of the girls were sitting too far away from his table, and lipstick could probably cover up any new blemishes, at least from a distance.
Eileen had driven April in early, and there she was locking bright and cheerful, young and lovely. Adam's loins ached anew as he thought of her nakedness the previous night. All the other girls were there on schedule-Fanny, wiggling her ass as she went to her table; Christine of the long, beautiful legs and the open crotch; Gabrielle who ate all her food as though she were making love to it; Tracy the icily hostile blonde; Bonnie and Barbara bubbling over with enthusiasm; Plain Jane looking shyly down at her plate (to hide a bite on her lips? Adam wondered, intrigued by the thought); Elsa (Certainly not her. Those muscular thighs would've broken my back!); and last, but certainly not least, Mitzi, who looked at him as though she wanted to leap up and rape him then and there.
Adam glanced up to see Miss Henshaw looking at him strangely. A horrible thought passed through his mind, and he automatically stared at her lower lip. He breathed a sigh of relief at the lack of a bite there, then berated himself for being an idiot; the mystery girl had a much better figure than Miss Henshaw or any faculty member.
Pepita moved quickly about the room, filling glasses and coffee cups, bringing dishes and taking them out. Adam x-rayed her lithe young body, recalling the many delights he'd experienced with her. She flashed him an encouraging smile, and he noticed that her lips were very smooth and unblemished.
Adam found himself staring at the lips of all the girls he saw, just in case it wasn't one of his charges. During his first English class of the day, he gave a surprise test so he could wander up and down the aisles and surreptitiously look into the faces of the concentrating girls. In that way, he eliminated Elsa, Jane, Barbara and Bonnie as suspects.
He half expected and hoped that Fanny would come into his office during the session between first and second classes, but she didn't. He wondered if it was because she didn't want to be tempted or to tempt him because of the lecture he and Miss Henshaw had given the previous week-or if she didn't want him to see the bruise on her lip. He discounted that last possibility.
No, he remembered. I felt the ass of the mystery girl. I'd recognize Fanny's butt even in the dark.
Adam did have a visitor, however. April. He tried to control his excitement at seeing her, but wondered if it seeped through. As she sat demurely opposite him on the chair, he let his eyes roam caressingly over her body. With clothes on, she was indescribably lovely. Without them....
He forced the maddening thought from his mind.
"My mother wanted me to tell you how much we enjoyed having you last night," she said.
I wish I did have you, Adam thought. Oh baby, I want to fuck you. I want to shove my big cock up your tender little teenage cunt and fuck you until the cows come home.
He smiled. Aloud, he said, "I enjoyed being there. I hope you'll invite me again."
"How about next weekend?"
He nodded. "It's a date."
Adam wondered if her excitement was due to his having been set up for her divorced mother, or if she might want him there for herself. Subconsciously, she might even desire sex with him, but of course she wouldn't realize this. Adam liked to think this was true, but he wasn't planning on it. He'd figure out some way to get to her-maybe even get her drunk the way he'd done to some young girls in the past, then when they were semi-conscious-or unconscious, he'd remove their clothes and done whatever wanted to.
For April, he'd be willing to do anything.
He'd already checked April's lips-though not the lips he'd really liked to have examined. (The thought had occurred to him she might've sneaked back last night; un-likely, but possible.) In his second class of the day, he was able to see Fanny up close and determine she was not the one. She was still in character, however, he was pleased to note. She stopped by his desk ostensibly to ask him a question, and bent over his desk so he could run his hand up along the insides of her leg and under her dress over her pantied buttocks. There wasn't much other than that that they could do in the classroom with only a few minutes before the girl had to rush off. However, they both did what they could during that brief period.
Adam worked his finger under the rim of her panties and stuck his finger deep through the jungle of pubic hair into her already moist vagina. He did something else this time, too; with his finger still inside her, moving swiftly in and out, he managed to insert his thumb part way into her anus.
Fanny let out a little squeal, but otherwise pretended not to notice what he was doing. But she couldn't help but get even more excited than she'd ever been, even when he was fucking her from behind.
I think next time, Adam told himself, I'll stick my cock into little Fanny's ass-hole and really give her a big thrill!
Then the bell rang and Fanny wiggled herself away from him and left, leaving her English teacher with a veritable handful of Fanny smells.
Lunchtime passed in the usual manner. During his first class of the afternoon, Adam took a close look at Gabrielle's lips. They were rich, red, sensuous, and they didn't contain any bite marks. He'd already been convinced they wouldn't. He was sure the French student lived up to her country's reputation and would have gone down on him last night and the previous night. All that licking of celery and carrots was not for nothing. She was practicing until she could get his penis between her lips and into her mouth.
Christine gave him the usual stimulating view of her long, shapely legs and her crotch. When class was over, he called her up, ostensibly to ask her a question concerning the assignment, but actually to get a close-up view of her mouth. She had a nice mouth, too, but there were no traces on her lips of having been bitten.
In his office Adam pondered the possibilities. Of those girls in his charge, only two were left-Tracy and Mitzi. Tracy with her icy and hostile manner seemed un-likely.
Is it possible, he wondered, that I was mistaken-and the girl in my room last night really was Mitzi?
During his last" class of the day, Adam discovered the mark he'd left on the girl the previous night. Her lip was slightly swollen, and though she'd put her lipstick on thickly he could tell there was a cut underneath where his teeth had nipped into her. Adam felt elated.
Un-likely or not, she was the one. Cold, hostile, aloof during the daytime, when her clothes were off and she was in the sack, she liked to fuck as well as any girl.
Tracy!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The week was one of comparable famine for Adam, a letdown after all the sexual activity with the young girls during his first few days at Bradbury school. Still, there were a few compensations along the way. Fanny wouldn't let him into her, but she allowed his finger many intimacies which he thoroughly enjoyed. Pepita declared herself off-limits until her mother relaxed her vigil. Tracy, the ex-mystery girl, did not reappear during that time. And good old Mitzi showed up just once, during the middle of the week, when they had a midnight quickie that left both of them panting for more.
Adam might have forced the issue with some of them, but Miss Henshaw's suspicions were slowly being allayed, and he didn't want to screw things up. Too bad, too, because he genuinely enjoyed this variety of teenage sex. He'd even hoped that some of the other girls would come around. He was sure he'd get into Christine's pants eventually. And Gabrielle seemed to be dying to put her tongue, lips, and mouth on his genitals. He had a suspicion that even Plain Jane could be drawn out of her shell, given the proper bait.
April reminded him about his promise to come visit them on the weekend. She even brought a further suggestion from her mother. They owned a small cottage on the nearby Bradbury Lake. Why didn't Adam come there on Saturday, spend the day swimming, fishing and so on, then stay over until Sunday for more of same?
Why not indeed? Adam eagerly accepted. At the very least, it would mean being near April. More, it would enable him to see her in a bathing suit. If he were very lucky, more might happen.
And I'm going to try my damnedest to be lucky, he decided.
The week sped by. On Saturday afternoon, Adam packed some underwear and changes of clothes, made sure his bathing suit was there, and drove out to the lake. Following April's instructions, he had no difficulty in finding the place, tucked at the edge of the lake. A scattering of other camps could be seen through the trees.
As he parked, April and Eileen came out to greet him. Adam gulped. From a distance both girls were indescribably lovely, dressed as they were in skimpy bikinis. The mother, Eileen was obviously proud of her slim, youthful figure, and was happy to show it off. Adam was happy to see it. He was happier to see April dressed similarly, with her young breasts barely contained in the slim covering. He feasted his eyes on her rounded, dimpled belly, then shot his eyes below to the loins with the merest strip of cloth over them.
Adam realized if something sexual didn't happen, this could be a hell of a frustrating weekend.
"Have any trouble finding the place?" Eileen asked him.
"Not a bit. Your lovely daughter gives very good directions."
April laughed. "One of my few attributes."
But not your best one, Adam thought, watching the young girl's twitching buttocks as she turned and walked ahead of them into the camp. You've got the nicest ass I've seen all day.
Eileen linked her arm in his and walked with him into the cottage. "We're very informal here, as you can see. Why don't you get into your swimming trunks?"
The cottage was compact but efficient. There was a bathroom complete with tub, shower, and toilet; a kitchen supplied with butane gas; a large living room with a fireplace; and three small bedrooms.
"You can change in there," Eileen told him, indicating one room. "You can sleep there tonight, too."
Adam wondered which of the other two bedrooms April would occupy, but of course he knew better than to ask. He went into the room and closed the door behind him. It was a cozy enough little room, with a bed big enough for sleeping or for sex, a floor lamp, a dresser. He unpacked, put away his things in the drawers. Then he pulled on his swimsuit, tight jockey-types that showed off the bulge of his penis. That swimsuit with its telltale bulge had done him good service on previous occasions. If nothing else, it got girls to thinking about it, and what lay underneath, and what delights were possible with what lay underneath the thin, easily removable cloth.
When he emerged from the bedroom, Eileen's eyes widened.
"I-uh-haven't worn this suit for some time," he apologized.
"It-it looks fine," the woman said.
She was having trouble keeping her eyes off the bulge in front.
April turned to look. Was it his imagination, or did her eyes glitter at the sight of him?
"You look like Tarzan," the young girl said, adding, "and I mean that as a compliment, Mr. Fawkes."
Me Tarzan, you Jane, Adam thought. Tarzan want fuck Jane.
He grinned at the thought. "As long as we're not at school, why don't you call me Adam?"
"All right-Adam." She said his name as though she were tasting it on her tongue.
Eileen pouted. "Hey, does that include me?"
Adam saw a spark of jealousy ignite in the mother's face, and he knew he had to be very careful. A mother's suspicion could really screw things up for him.
"You more than anyone else."
Impulsively, he pulled her close to him and pecked her on the cheek. It was a brief, whimsical maneuver, yet her cheeks grew red, though it was obvious from the look on her face she enjoyed the contact and the attention. At the same time Adam was aware her firm breasts were heaving heavily, that her thigh was pressing close against the front of him.
He released her and pulled away. "I'm dying for a swim. Anyone like to join me?"
"I'm game," April said.
Eileen hesitated. "Me, too."
They went out on the enclosed front porch, walked down wooden steps to a dock anchored at the shoreline. A rowboat was attached by a rope to one side of the wooden dock. Both girls had grabbed swim caps from the cabin, and they proceeded to stuff their hair into them. Adam was amazed at how closely mother and daughter resembled each other. It was only up close that the telltale signs of age showed on the face and body of Eileen.
Both girls plunged into the water, and Adam followed. The chill water took his breath away and numbed his body. He surfaced gasping, then dove under again, eyes open. The water was clear, and he could see fish scurrying about among the drifting seaweed. Adam swam along the bottom for a few seconds, looking around. Then he saw Eileen and April, their bikini-clad bodies flashing in the shimmering sunlight; both girls were good swimmers. He swam toward them and surfaced as they did.
They were laughing, gasping, thrashing about, throwing water. Eileen said, "I'm going to sun myself for awhile." She looked expectantly at Adam. "How about you, Adam?"
"I think I'll swim for awhile longer," he said. "I haven't done this for ages."
"I'll race you," April taunted.
"I've got a better idea," Adam said as they treaded water. "Let's play tag."
She reached out to touch him. "Okay, you're it!"
Then she swam away, with Adam in hot pursuit. He was almost up to her when she dove underwater. He followed, swimming as fast as he could. He'd always been a good swimmer, but the sight of the bikini-clad teenager spurred him on. If he could catch her underwater--
He caught up to her, caught her ankle in his hand. She tried to shove him off, but he held on obstinately, pulled himself over to her and grabbed her waist. She was a breath-taking mermaid. He held her close to his body while she squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. The contact of her body was very stimulating, and he held her even more firmly. Suddenly, he noticed the friction of their rubbing bodies had worked her halter loose, leaving her breasts naked.
With renewed determination, Adam clutched her, exulting in the feel of her soft breasts, her hardening nipples against his naked chest. He wrapped his legs around her thighs, intertwining them so that any motion she made with her legs would cause her young female body to massage his crotch.
Adam wished it could last forever, but they had to surface for air. He released her and watched for a few seconds as she swam to the surface, adjusting the top part of her bikini as she rose. Then he turned and swam upward to a spot other than the one where she would appear to her mother sunning on the dock.
When he surfaced, he saw April swimming rapidly to the dock. Would she tell her mother what had happened under the water? He had a story ready, just in case. They'd been playing tag, hadn't they? Any accidental rubbing was just that-accidental during the course of the game.
He swam back toward shore and pulled himself up onto the dock. Eileen rose to her elbows to smile at him. April, in back of her, dripping wet, the brief suit clinging to her curves, outlining her nipples, her pubic mound, was shaking her hair out of the bathing cap. Adam gave the young girl a shrug and an I'm-sorry-it-was-an-accident look of apology, but she merely giggled and shook her head to indicate he shouldn't let on to her mother.
Well that was something. If I can rub my chest against her breasts, Adam thought, without her getting upset, what else can I do? Maybe I can fuck her by accident, tool
"So how'd you make out?" Eileen wanted to know.
Adam started, wondering if her statement were a double entendre, but the woman's face seemed innocent of any such double meanings.
"I caught her," he said, "but she got away."
"Maybe you should chase older girls," Eileen suggested. "You might catch them"
"I might give it a try," he said, grinning at her.
The truth was, she wouldn't be a bad lay at all. Her body and face were youthful, full of female vitality. It was obvious, too, that she liked him, undoubtedly thought of him as husband material.
Well, I'll let her think that, if it means I can stay around April. I may even fuck the old woman. That wouldn't be a fate worse than death-and it would fill in the gaps between Mitzi, Fanny, Tracy and Pepita.
"I'm getting hungry," April declared.
"Me, too," Adam chimed in, adding mentally, For your luscious body, sweet April. I'd like to eat you up, nipples, snatch and everything!
A cold wind came in over the lake, chilling them. They went inside and dressed more warmly. Adam was sorry to see the two female bodies-almost naked-become covered by blouses and tight slacks, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that there would be tomorrow.
Inside the cottage, he built a wood fire in the fireplace while April and her mother busied themselves in the kitchen making coffee, sandwiches, and salad. Adam felt truly famished, and he ate hungrily. On Saturday evenings, dances were held in a nearby lake-front pavilion. Nothing elaborate, very informal, dancing to a record player, with booze and soft drinks served for cottage owners and their guests.
It was either that or a game of Monopoly, and Adam was quick to choose the dance. It would give him a chance to hold April in his arms.
There were about thirty people at the pavilion, many of them youngsters. Before she was spirited away by a husky teenager, Adam danced with April. He held her very close when her mother couldn't see them, and he was pleased to note she didn't protest when he rubbed his loins up against her leg. He could feel her breasts move against him as she breathed and he recalled how wonderfully excited he'd become when they'd been rubbing nakedly against him underwater. His penis began throbbing hopefully, getting stiff as he thought of it, arousing him anew.
Then she was gone, replaced by her look-alike mother Eileen. The mother was in a very romantic mood. She rested her cheek on Adam's shoulder and pressed in so close to him, he could feel the warmth of her flesh and detect the slightest movement of her body. To Adam who was already worked up sexually, the sensation was very pleasant.
He began to have few doubts about what her reaction would be if he got up in the middle of the night and sneaked into her bedroom.
Another intriguing thought occurred to him. Suppose he "accidentally" got into the wrong room. In the dark, he could easily mistake April for her mother. If he could get the young girl just a little bit drunk so she'd fall fast asleep, then sexual contact would be easy. She probably wouldn't sleep right through it, but he could claim it had been a mistake, another "accident" on his part. She'd probably be too embarrassed to tell her mother what had happened; she might not tell the older woman for another reason: so as not to scare away potential husband material for her mother.
It was an extremely risky plan that could go wrong any number of places along the line. Nevertheless, the possibility continued to intrigue Adam. He dwelled on the notion and came up with the first step in his plan.
April was drinking a glass of ginger ale filled with ice, which she set down on a window ledge whenever she and one of the boys danced. Adam excused himself from Eileen to get them some drinks for them. He ordered a ginger ale and vodka for himself, and on the way back, took a circuitous route around the dancers and, along the way, switched glasses with April.
"What are you grinning about?" Eileen asked him when he returned.
"About how happy I am," he said, hugging her.
His answer pleased her, and she impulsively raised herself on her toes to kiss him full on the mouth.
"I'm very happy, too, Adam," she said.
She was making it very obvious. Adam was flattered, but the sudden possessiveness began to annoy him. Nevertheless, because it was in his best interests, he returned her kiss with enthusiasm.
He switched drinks with April one more time during the course of the evening, and she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy dancing, laughing, having herself a time. After awhile, she complained that she was feeling dizzy and was very tired, so the three of them returned to the cottage.
Adam noticed which bedroom April staggered into-the one farthest from his own. When both girls assured him that he couldn't do anything to help, that what they all needed was some sleep, Adam said goodnight and went into his assigned bedroom, closing the door securely behind him. He undressed, listening to the murmur of the girls talking. One thing was quite certain: he was tired. The students at the school had given him a lot of workouts, and the swim today had drained him of any excess energy he'd ever had. He got into his pajamas, turned out the lights.
He dozed.
He hadn't intended to sleep, but sleep came just the same. He awakened in the darkness and sat up in surprise, forgetting for the moment where he was. Then he remembered and glanced at the luminous dial of his wristwatch. It was one-thirty. He felt annoyed with the realization that he might've slept all the way through until morning, forsaking the golden opportunity that was knocking loud and clear for his advantage.
He lay on the bed, unmoving, for several minutes, listening to sounds in and around the house. A soft wind blew among the trees, rustling leaves. The house creaked. No other sounds came.
Stealthily, he lifted the covers from him, threw them aside, swung his legs over the side of the bed, sat up. It was an old cottage, and he had to be careful lest any boards creaked their warning and awakened Eileen or April. He rose and moved silently across the room, twisted the doorknob quietly, eased the door open. Then he slipped into the living room.
So far, so good. Adam tiptoed across the rug, taking special care as he walked past the bedroom next to him. The farthest one was his target; he headed directly for it, not hesitating, took a deep breath, and gripped the knob of the closed door. It stuck and for a moment he was afraid April had bolted it. She hadn't, though, but it scraped inward with a sound that seemed to Adam like a gunshot in the quiet night.
He paused, hardly daring to breathe, but apparently the sudden sound had gone unnoticed. He peered into the dark room. With his eyes already accustomed to the darkness, he could see the outlines of a girl lying on her side on the bed, the bedclothes covering her sleeping form, her dark hair splayed out on the white pillow.
Adam looked back at his own bedroom. Was it worth the risk, he wondered. April would surely awaken when he made love to her. Suppose, instead of accepting it, she decided to scream and call rape? It could ruin him. He thought of her breasts rubbing against his chest that afternoon and of how casually she'd taken it. No, he was certain she'd take his lovemaking as an interesting experience. Besides, as he thought of her lovely body, he knew he had to see it once more.
That's it. I'll just go in and take a look at it.
Before he could change his mind, he entered the room quickly and shut the door behind him. He paused with his back at the door, listening. He could hear April's breathing. She was deep in sleep. Thus encouraged, he tiptoed across the room and looked down at her, wishing he could see her face more clearly. What he could see of it was incredibly lovely. His gaze drifted below her face, to the rising and falling bosom. He took the covers and eased them down off her body. She was wearing a short nightgown that was pulled up to her navel, and Adam stared in fascination at the smooth, curved legs, the expanse of milk-white belly, the triangle of pubic hair covering the slit between her legs. He reached down and lifted the nightgown about her neck. Her perfect, rounded breasts loomed into sight.
Adam's mouth watered. His fingers itched. He couldn't stop now that he was so close. He had to touch her, to kiss her. He bent over her, let his lips caress her nipples. The girl moved restlessly; he could see her teeth flash in a smile. But she did not awaken. Adam kissed her nipples and the slopes of her breasts again, and with his free hand he stroked the area between her legs. The legs widened so he had more room.
Damn! Adam thought wonderingly. I'll bet she isn't a virgin at all. Probably one of those punk teenagers got into her cunt. '
Adam felt a pang of jealousy, even though he realized it would make entry into her that much easier if the way had been paved for him. Certainly he was in the mood. He reached down to discover that his own penis was up good and stiff. All he had to do was lie on top of her, stick it up between her legs, and she would be trapped. There'd be nothing she could do about it.
A small portion of his mind realized the dangers, but most of his conscious thoughts were lost in a whirlwind of increasing sexual desire dominating his mind and body with an insistence that could not be denied. like a man in a trance, Adam rose only long enough to pull off his pajamas. Then he got onto the bed, kneeling between the girl's legs. He stretched himself out over her, supporting himself with one hand while he took his distended penis and moved it into position against the lips of her vagina. With his fingers he spread the lips and eased the tip of his penis into her. Tremors of passion shook his body, and with a soft wild cry he thrust into her swiftly, going all the way to the hilt, then let his full weight descend upon her.
He'd done it automatically, without thinking, and the sudden entry, plus the weight on her, forced her eyes open. It had been a foolhardy thing to do, but there was no turning back now. Adam had to play the game the best he could.
As she opened her mouth to speak, he said, "Shh. We don't want to wake up April."
"But
He covered her mouth with his own, cutting off her words of protest. His tongue danced into her mouth, whirled there. Meanwhile, his hands roamed over her breasts massaging and pinching them, twirling the nipples between his fingers until they grew swollen. And all the while, he moved his penis expertly in and out of her, in and out with movements designed to give her pleasure as much as him.
When he removed his lips from hers, she was gasping and unable to speak. He took the opportunity to whisper, "Eileen, darling, I've wanted you like this from the first moment I saw you. But we must be careful we don't wake up your beautiful daughter."
Adam was pleased to see she didn't protest that she was the beautiful daughter and that he'd gotten into the wrong room. He'd been correct in his assumption that she was no virgin, and now she seemed to be enjoying the feel of his penis moving up into her.
"Oh, Adam," she moaned, and threw her arms around him passionately.
She kissed him with fervor, plunging her own tongue into his mouth. Her nails clawed his back as she pulled him close and raked her breasts across his naked chest. She clamped her legs tightly behind his back and rocked back and forth. With each inward motion against her, she countered by bumping and grinding into him, letting out tiny squeals of delight each time.
Adam had expected, or at least hoped, that once he'd gotten into her she'd enjoy it enough to cooperate; but her attitude completely surprised, overwhelmed, and pleased him beyond his fondest dreams.
She's like a sexual animal-a wild, beautiful animal that loves to be fucked!
She rocked back and forth beneath his thrusting body, corkscrewing her hips. "Oh Adam," she breathed into his ear. "Come on, screw me!"
The words seemed strange coming from a lovely sweet, innocent-appearing teenager, but that made it all the sexier to him. He pulled his penis out almost all the way, then rammed it home with as much force as he could muster. He did it with a steady rhythm, forcing the breath from her lungs with each lunge he made into her. Adam was having the time of his life. He'd never enjoyed sex more than now, with the sweet young girl beneath him, accepting each plunge of his penis into her vagina. What pleased him most was her utter acceptance of it all. It meant that he needn't pretend in the future, that she'd undoubtedly be more than willing to join his stable of regulars at Bradbury.
It was a beautiful thought, and it inspired him to pump with enthusiasm. He kept on, but from time to time he slowed his pace, wanting it to last. He'd waited so long for this moment, he didn't want it to be over for awhile.
He ran his fingers through her dark hair, kissed her warmly on the lips. As he moved slowly in and out of her, his hands felt again her tender young breasts. His hands moved down to her twisting buttocks, which he grasped in both hands and pulled closer to his own plunging loins.
Suddenly she began gasping more ferociously, and he knew that orgasm for her was very close. He felt her vaginal muscles alternately expand and contract, gripping his stiff penis, releasing it, gripping it again. He felt the answering surge of his own swollen flesh within her, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to go as surely as she did.
He increased the thrust of his strokes as she whimpered and shuddered from head to toe and clutched him to her trembling body. He shoved harder into her, with such force the bed shook beneath them. She began crying out, not in pain or anguish, but in the excruciating sexual pleasure that was tearing and ripping her body. He felt his own coming from somewhere deep inside him, building slowly but surely like a giant tidal wave that would not stop. He gripped the girl's hips so tightly in his hands she winced. His body straightened between her legs. His penis swelled inside her, spasmed, shot streams of hot semen deep into her vagina.
And the bed collapsed with a crash that could awaken the dead! They were caught!
Footsteps sounded from the other bedroom. A door opened. More footsteps frantically outside the door. The bedroom door shot open. A hand scrabbled for the light switch.
There was no escape, Adam realized. He was trapped, his penis still inside the girl beneath him. He could only tell his story of being in the wrong room and hope the mother believed him.
The lights flashed on, blinding him for a moment. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the light, but for another moment he couldn't believe what he saw.
April was standing, open mouthed, aghast, in the doorway staring at them.
"Mother, what is it? What happened?"
Adam looked down at the girl underneath him.-It was Eileen, whom he'd mistaken in the dark for young April. The irony was that he'd actually gotten into the wrong bedroom. The girls had apparently switched bedrooms after he'd gone to his own room.
Eileen smiled and hugged Adam to her. "Don't be alarmed, April," she said. "I do believe that Adam Fawkes and I have just gotten engaged!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
At first Adam was too startled to protest. The shock of finding out that the female he'd been making love to was not the one he'd thought it was, was too much for him to digest at one time.
I've been fucking Eileen, he thought wildly, when all the time I thought it was her daughter, April!
Later he discovered that when they'd arrived home, the young girl had mistakenly wandered into her mother's bedroom thanks to her vodka-dazed mind. When Adam went to bed, thinking he knew which bedroom she'd occupy, her mother had corrected the situation. Convinced it was the teenage girl already, Adam's conviction was strengthened by the similarity in looks of the two, especially in a dim room.
Well, he thought stoically, it was fun while it lasted.
Grinning at the sight of the naked Adam on top of her mother, April scurried back to her own room.
Eileen giggled. "I was afraid you'd be too shy to do anything, darling. I'm glad I was wrong." She reached down to fondle his limp penis. "You did a lot of good things."
She kissed him with renewed enthusiasm, probing his mouth with her tongue, mashing her breasts against his chest, working her loins on his.
"Hey, wait a minute," Adam laughed, "I'm only human." Adam needed time to think of this new development.
"AH right," she said reluctantly, backing oft. "I suppose you deserve some rest." Her eyes glittered. "But I want you again tomorrow."
Adam nodded weakly, rose, put on his pajamas, and after a goodnight kiss to the woman, trotted back to his own bedroom.
For awhile he lay awake in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, pondering what had happened. Sure, he could fuck her again tomorrow, but he'd know it was her and not her young daughter. That would take the edge off the affair. Engaged, she'd said. Well, why not? Engagements could last for years, and it would mean he could be around April during that time. Thank goodness he'd played the game and called out the name Eileen as a smoke screen; it made the woman think he really thought he was with her.
Perhaps, sometime later, he could pull the same gag-only this time make sure the girl he was with was really sweet, innocent, tender April.
Then, sleep overwhelmed him.
He awakened to the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon. He was hungry. He dressed quickly. When he came out of the bedroom, Eileen came into the living room and threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. April was not around. He supposed she was out on the lake, perhaps sunning herself down on the dock. When he came out of the bathroom after shaving, he learned otherwise.
"She said she had lots of schoolwork to do," Eileen said with a mischievous smile, "so I drove her home early this morning. Besides," she went on meaningfully, "we don't want any children around while we-" the smile got wider "-get better acquainted, do we?"
Adam returned the smile, but his heart wasn't in it. Instead of having April around all the time, he had visions of the girl being sent away to get out of the way of her mother and her mother's new lover.
"I know what she means," he said. "I've got a lot of work to do myself tonight."
Eileen had other plans for him. She wanted to spend the balance of the morning in bed, making love. Then after a nourishing lunch, they'd return to bed for another session of lovemaking. The evening and the night hours were similarly planned.
"You can drive straight to the school from here tomorrow morning," she finished.
"If I can stand up after all you've got in mind for me," he said.
"Oh, I'm sure you can stand up, Adam," she said, patting the front of his pants.
Obviously, Eileen hadn't had a man in some time, and she wanted to make the most of the one she now had with her. It wasn't a fate worse than death, Adam realized, but it would be time consuming, as well as sap his strength. Meanwhile, at the school there were many delightful teenage girls whose hot, juicy cunts were available for fucking.
Still, if he had any thoughts of getting to April, he had to play Eileen's game.
They spent the morning in bed, kissing, fondling, caressing, massaging, "getting better acquainted," as Eileen put it. Before fifteen minutes had passed, each of them knew the other's body more intimately than their own. Eileen confessed she hadn't had intercourse with a man since her divorce because she'd been waiting for the right man to come along. Adam was that man, and she was glad she'd waited.
Now, she wanted to make up for lost time. She massaged his penis until it was up good and stiff and then with a wild cry she pulled him on top of her and guided him straight into the opening between her legs. A small woman, she was tight as a young girl, and Adam found his penis responding in the accepted fashion. Adam buried his face in her hair, fondled her round breasts and pumped his penis in and out of her quivering body.
It was enjoyable, but nothing like last night. He simply didn't have that much interest in the woman. If only she were April--
The thought blossomed fully in his mind. Of course. He could get by with fantasy, pretending the look-alike mother under him was the daughter. It would be disappointing later, but for now it would get him through the lovemaking session. It was a subterfuge, almost the kind of auto-hypnosis he'd used on other occasions, and then it had worked temporarily. It would be easier with this woman who so resembled the object he wished her to be.
He raised himself over her and slitted his eyes while he continued massaging her breasts, ramming his penis between her legs. Damned if she didn't look like April. The spitting image.
April, my sweet innocent fuckable little girl, he thought. At last I've got you under me, and I'm going to ram my hot cock into your juicy little cunt until you scream for mercy.
At the thought, his penis stiffened all the more and grew swollen inside her. She clamped her legs tightly about him and with little squeals of passion corkscrewed her bottom against his loins. An intense sexual excitement engulfed Adam. He pumped fast and furious.
"April," he sighed. "Oh, April baby!"
He spasmed deep in her vagina, enjoying the moment until he realized during his passion he'd sighed the name of the woman's daughter. Anxiously he searched her contorted face, but she seemed to be too much in the throes of her own orgasm to have heard.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, nakedly kissing, touching, talking idly. Adam insisted he must return to school to do some work, despite Eileen's pleas that he stay.
"There'll be other times," he promised, drawing her close to him. "I may be able to come visit you during the week." He added, "If I can, of course."
"I hope so," she said fervently.
Another lingering, passionate kiss and he was gone, driving down the dirt road to the paved one that led to Bradbury School for Girls.
Adam felt very tired. All the excitement and exercise-sexual and otherwise-had drained him. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon anyway, so he decided to take a nap. He went into his cottage, got undressed, put on his pajamas, stretched out on his bed-and promptly fell asleep.
He awakened late in the afternoon to the sound of a knocking on his door. He struggled awake, feeling much more rested, just as the door opened and Gabrielle stuck her head in.
"Mr. Fawkes," she said. "May we come in?"
"What? Oh yes, sure," he said.
Suddenly it dawned on him that she'd said "we." The French girl entered, followed by Christine. Both wore mini-skirts, but Christine was already ahead by points due to her magnificent legs. They closed the door and approached him.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Sorry about my appearance," he said, "but I just got back.... "
"We know," Christine said, smiling.
"You look just fine," Gabrielle said, licking her lips as she stared down at his pajama-clad body.
"April telephoned us with the news that you'd become engaged to her mother. Is that true, Mr. Fawkes?"
"Well-uh-sort of, I guess."
"What he means," Christine put in, "is that he fucked her."
Adam blushed, surprised at the girl's words. He grinned. "I guess that's what I mean, all right."
"So we thought," Gabrielle said, sitting on the bed beside him, "that we-Christine and I-had better take advantage of you before it's too late."
"Take advantage of me?" Adam gulped. "Before it's too late?"
Christine sat in a chair opposite him. "We know you've been fucking Mitzi and Pepita and Fanny and even Tracy. Now, with April's mother, we were afraid you'd be all worn out."
Adam winced as Gabrielle's hand moved into the front opening of his pajamas and gripped his penis. He could hardly believe it. It was feast or famine.
"You mean, you want me to fuck both of you girls?" he said incredulously.
Christine shook her head. "Just me, Mr. Fawkes."
Gabrielle wet her rich red lips. "I promised my parents I would remain a virgin while I was in the United States, Mr. Fawkes. I will go down on you, suck you off, give you a blowjob." She smiled. "Then Christine will take over."
Adam laughed deliriously. He had to be dreaming. This just couldn't be happening to him. Yet it was. Gabrielle's insistent fingers were proving that, massaging his limp penis into life. Then she lowered her head over his crotch while she undid his pajamas and slipped them down over his legs. Her dark red hair fell over his belly; she pushed the hair back over her neck so he could see what she was doing. For a moment she merely held and stroked him with both hands while she licked her lips and breathed her hot breath on the tip of his penis.
Lord! Adam thought. This is going to be beautiful!
Just how beautiful he didn't fully realize until he turned his head on the pillow and saw that Christine, sitting in the chair opposite him had her skirt pulled up to her navel, with her legs spread wide to show him a full frontal view of her naked crotch.
His penis lurched in the French girl's hands. Christine said, "Hey, be careful. Save some of that for me."
Gabrielle's murmur drove Adam's eyes to her. She was sighing and licking her lips. Eyes closed, she pressed the shaft of his penis against her cheek and rubbed it back and forth on her flesh. The penis rose up, swelling before the contact. She planted a wet kiss along the side of it, stretched out her tongue to delicately touch the very tip, where a drop of moisture had collected; her tongue came away sticky.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, "you taste wonderful, Mr. Fawkes."
Adam's body stiffened out in passion. His fists clenched the bedsheets to hold on. Gabrielle continued kissing his shaft all up and down one side and then the other. She nibbled at it with her sharp, white teeth. She licked it with her hot, educated little tongue Finally, she put it between her lips and sucked on the knob.
Adam couldn't stand it. With a wild cry, he took her head in his hands and moved it down, while he raised his penis full into her mouth. She opened wide and took him in all the way, then closed her lips tightly about the base of his shaft. She pulled her head upward, keeping her lips tight all the way, a maneuver which brought a cry of delight from the schoolteacher.
His blood was on fire. He could hardly think.
His breath came in gasps. He glanced over at Christine, and the sight of her held him transfixed. The blonde teenager had her legs spread to the utmost, each one draped over the opposite arm of the chair in which she sat. Her finger was moving in and out of the opening between her legs with sucking sounds that accompanied her squeals of passion.
Adam moaned. He couldn't take much more of this. Gabrielle sensed it. She rose from him, saying, "Quick, you can fuck him now."
Christine eagerly leaped from the chair and threw herself on the bed. Adam was ready. He rolled over between her legs and guided himself into her hot, wet vagina. She raised her gorgeous, long legs so that her skirt fell up over her belly and clamped them behind his back. Adam lunged forward, dragging a cry from her as he drove his stiff penis deep into her body. He was vaguely aware that Gabrielle was doing something, but he didn't realize at first what it was. She was lying on her back at the foot of the bed, her head between Christine's thighs, her face aimed upward at Adam's genitals. She wasn't able to take the schoolteacher's penis into her mouth-that was too busy going in and out of Christine's cunt-so she did what she could.
While Adam fucked Christine, Gabrielle sucked on his testicles!
It was a strange, wonderfully sexy feeling that coursed through him. He'd longed for Gabrielle's hot, eager mouth and sensitive tongue to work over his genitals; he'd daydreamt of Christine's gorgeous legs spread to accommodate his thrusting body. But never in his wildest flights of imagination had he thought of both these things happening simultaneously.
Adam plunged with increasingly forceful strokes into Christine's body while she scissored her beautiful long legs around his back and raised her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts. Gabrielle had to be very agile to keep up with him, but she did; her mouth never left his testicles. She seemed to want to swallow them, the way she kissed and licked and held them in her mouth.
The combination was too much. Adam could not have held back any longer if he'd wanted to. And he didn't want to. He wanted to have the biggest orgasm he ever had in his life, and from the way he felt, he was going to. It welled within his body, rising, and he increased the rapidity of his strokes to an almost frantic tempo.
His brain whirled. His senses reeled. His penis expanded and exploded, spurting hot jets of fluid into the blonde's writhing body. Christine threw back her head, her eyes closed, her pretty face contorted. She cried out, her legs released him and flailed the air. Her body trembled and shook from head to toe as release came for her.
Adam felt completely drained, more tired and yet more satisfied than he could ever recall. It was a fantastic stroke of good luck that these two girls should be doing this with him. He rolled over and lay on his back, gasping for breath.
Christine idly toyed with the hairs on his chest. "I assume we'll both get good marks on our first report card, Mr. Fawkes." It was a statement, not a question.
"You can plan on it," Adam said. It was a small, practically insignificant price to pay for what he was getting in return.
"We'd better get back," Christine said.
"Wait," Gabrielle said. "I want to clean up first."
Adam glanced down as the French girl inched up along his legs. He saw what she meant by cleaning up. His penis was sticky wet from his orgasm, but not for long. Gabrielle went after him like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, licking the stickiness from his flesh with a practiced tongue, and following for good measure with stuffing it into her mouth and sucking it for all she was worth, which was plenty.
Adam grinned happily. I'm going to have the cleanest cock in town, he decided.
Christine glanced at her wristwatch. "Almost time for dinner," she said.
"I couldn't eat another thing," Gabrielle said.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It is, Adam decided, like having a job in a harem-and not as a eunuch either!
Not that he was complaining. At his previous school teaching job, he'd had young girls by force, seduction, blackmail, anyway he could. Here, they seemed anxious, almost eager to have him put his cock into their young cunts. He felt very content with the arrangement.
Before Christine and Gabrielle left his bed that Sunday afternoon, he asked them how many of the other girls knew about his affairs.
"All of them," Christine said matter-of-factly.
"AH of them?"
"I don't think April knows," Gabrielle amended thoughtfully. "She wasn't at school Saturday when we all discussed it."
"Don't worry, Mr. Fawkes," Christine assured him, "none of the girls is going to tell on you."
"Not as long as you cooperate," Gabrielle said with a smile.
They were out the door as Adam was asking, "What do you mean, cooperate?" and he didn't want to call them back to ask again. It was risky enough having them near his cottage as it was.
Not all of the girls were at dinner. Many of them were out in groups in town or at the lake. Miss Henshaw was there holding the fort, and she engaged Adam in animated discussion. Even so, he noticed that Gabrielle hadn't lost her appetite. Her hot little tongue still slithered around her food in a meaningful manner designed to make him shudder. Mitzi gave him an expectant look he read as, "Shall I come over tonight?" and he surreptitiously gave her a negative shake of his head.
After dinner, he sneaked into his office to work for a few hours on some test papers. When he returned to his cottage, he undressed in the dark and made certain the lock on the front door was in place before climbing into bed. He was going to need all the rest he could get!
The next morning passed without incident. April showed up on schedule and told him how wonderful it was that he and her mother were getting along so well. Plain Jane had a tortured look on her face and looked like she wanted to discuss some problem with him but was too shy to do so. He suggested that she-come to his office late that afternoon; though he wasn't regularly scheduled to be there, he wanted to talk to her about something. She hesitated and agreed to be there.
The afternoon passed as it usually did, with Gabrielle licking her lips all during his English class, and Christine giving him the usual view of her legs and crotch, enhanced this time by the fact she hadn't bothered to put on panties. In his last class of the day, Tracy was her usual cool, aloof self, though it must be obvious she knew he knew she was the mystery girl. Mitzi, of course, was Mitzi. She was very nervous, and he assumed it was because she hadn't had sex with him for some time now.
After his last class he went directly to his office. No sooner was he inside than a knock sounded at the door and Jane came in.
"You're very prompt," Adam said.
"I-I was waiting down the hall. I saw you come in," she explained.
She seated herself demurely on the edge of the couch. "What was it you wanted to see me about, Mr. Fawkes?"
"To tell you the truth, Jane" he said, "I've had the feeling all day that you've wanted to tell me something."
A look of alarm crossed her face. For an instant Adam feared she was going to get up and run. Instead, she began crying. Adam rose, circled the desk quickly, and sat beside her. When he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, she didn't resist.
"What is it, Jane?" he said soothingly. "You can tell me."
Her sobbing increased. "I know all the girls call me Plain Jane," she said. "I'm ugly. Nobody wants me."
"That's not true, Jane," he said. "You're very nice."
She shook her head impatiently. "I even had to seduce a boy once. He was fat and homely and had pimples on his face. I hated him."
It was a startling and unexpected confession. "You deserve someone better than that, Jane," Adam told her.
"Then why haven't you paid any attention to me?" she demanded.
"Me?"
"I know you've been seeing the other girls-they told me."
"Well, I'm their counselor," Adam began.
"In your bedroom," Jane elaborated. "You've been fucking them!"
Adam blinked, startled by the words. Jane's voice had risen, and he feared .someone might hear her. He got up and locked the door to the office, then returned to hold her again.
"You don't like me!" Plain Jane wailed.
"I do like you, Jane, I really do," Adam said, kissing her wet cheeks. "Please believe me." He hesitated, then rushed on. "You're quite pretty, really, and you've got a nice body."
I'd like to kiss it all over, he thought. Not just on the cheek and lips, but on your breasts, and along your young thighs and your tender cunt!
He was surprised to be already beyond the consoling stage. A fresh young body always turned him on, and Jane's was doing just that. Later, she might be less exciting, but now she had youth on her side. His mouth was on her lips, her cheeks, her throat. When she didn't protest, he unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it off her shoulder and kissed the flesh newly exposed. It was only a small step to ease her breasts out of the tiny bra that contained them. They were small breasts, but very soft, breasts he had not yet tasted, which made them all the more tantalizing and succulent. He kissed the slopes of them, then played his tongue over her nipples.
Jane had stopped crying, though her cheeks were still wet. She leaned back on the couch, not protesting at the treatment her teacher's mouth was giving her.
"You have beautiful breasts, Jane," Adam murmured. "They're lovely."
She smiled at that and thrust them into his face for more. He gave her more with his lips and tongue, but his hands were also busy, moving under her skirt, along her thighs and up over her panties to the waistband, which he gripped and tugged downward. She lifted her buttocks from the couch so the undergarment would clear. He pulled them down over her legs.
Adam knelt in front of her, pushing the young girl's skin up around her hips. Naked, her legs looked truly beautiful. He spread them and applied his mouth to the insides of her thighs. She gasped as he left a wet trail that made her akin tingle. His tongue teased her flesh as he worked up one side and then the other, moving relentlessly closer to the hairy target between her legs, at the center of her crotch.
"Oh, Mr. Fawkes," she moaned, "that's wonderful."
Adam silently agreed. Going down on a girl wasn't his chief aim in life, but he occasionally enjoyed it with one like this, a youngster who really appreciated the delights his tongue could give her. He renewed his kissing with enthusiasm, working upward with a slowness that made her impatient. Jane was moaning softly, her head thrown back against the couch. She took his head between both her hands and tried to guide it into her crotch.
He let her move his head into position. Her pubic hair was soft, impregnated with female smells that made Adam's head swim. When he kissed her there, she almost shrieked with pleasure. When he spread her vaginal lips with his fingers and worked his tongue up and down the moist slit, she all but collapsed and lay trembling while he continued to explore her genitals. He worked his tongue into her, then up to touch, tease, and tantalize the nub of her clitoris.
She was breathing heavily and rolling her head from side to side, moaning, trying to catch her breath. He nuzzled her, sucked her, nipped her clit with his teeth, stuck his tongue deep into her and wiggled it back and forth, pressed his mouth tightly against her genital lips and alternately blew and sucked.
As passion grew more intense within her, she became more and more delirious. She whipped her head about, shifted her hips, humping them forward; her crotch pressed against his eager mouth.
Her legs came down behind his arms to hold him prisoner.
She was going to have an orgasm. Adam could sense it. He increased the thrusts of his tongue, wanting to satisfy her. It would be important to his male ego, knowing he had drawn a shy butterfly from her prison of shyness. He reached under her to grip her churning buttocks with both his hands and licked and sucked as fast as he could.
Suddenly she let out a cry and raised her hips completely from the couch, pressing her crotch more fully against his working mouth. The mound of hair and flesh left no room for him to breathe, but Adam continued. She trembled all over, but most of all she bumped her genitals against him in a series of spasms that told him he'd succeeded in doing what he'd set out to do.
She went limp on the couch. Adam disengaged himself from her, rose and sat in the nearby chair to look at her. Her glasses had come off during the session and her hair was undone sufficiently to fall around her forehead and over one bare shoulder. Both breasts were exposed as were her legs and crotch.
"Jane," Adam said, meaning it, "You are absolutely beautiful."
Jane blushed, but it was obvious she enjoyed the compliment. "Thank you, Mr. Fawkes. For everything."
"It was my pleasure."
She rose self-consciously and pulled on her panties, then arranged her clothing in more acceptable (to Miss Henshaw, anyway) fashion.
At the door she paused. "I wonder if sometime we can-you know, do it the regular way."
"I'd love to," Adam told her, adding to himself, If I can work you into my busy schedule.
At dinnertime, Adam felt very content, very smug, very happy with the way things were going. There were some guys who worked constantly at getting laid who didn't achieve one tenth of the success he had. Of course being distinguished and good-looking as he was and in a position of authority helped. The proximity of the girls was another factor. They were only human, with natural sex desires at an age when the drive was approaching its peak. He had but to take advantage of these facts, which he was only too happy to do.
Despite all his success, the presence of the sweet, lovely, virginal April taunted him. More than ever, he wanted to feel her soft body nestling against him, to touch every intimate part of her exquisite young female body.
One day soon, he promised himself. Or perhaps some night at the camp out at Bradbury Lake he could wander into the wrong bedroom "by mistake."
Meanwhile, there were other things to do. Adam did them. He encountered Mitzi in the library and did his best to ignore her groping hand under the table. He thought amusedly of suggesting to the various girls that they take numbers for faster and more efficient service. Then he spent some time in his office going over examination papers and preparing the next day's assignment.
By the time he got to his cottage it was quite late. He locked the door securely and got undressed once again in the dark. He was reaching for his pajamas when a movement in the room made him pause. A shadow moved from beside the fireplace.
"I didn't mean to startle you, Mr. Fawkes," a young female voice said. "Mitzi, is that you."
"No."
"Christine? Gabrielle? Fanny?"
"No point in running down the list, Mr. Fawkes. I'm a new one."
The girl moved closer. In the dim light coming through the window, Adam saw she wore a tee-shirt, athletic shorts, socks and sneakers.
"Elsa!" he exclaimed.
The stocky girl nodded and began removing her clothing. "It's my turn," she said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Elsa had lost her virginity to a high school football player the previous year, but her sexual experience since then had been non-existent. Now, with Adam, she wanted to make up for lost time. In addition, there was the spirit of competition in her stocky body, for she wanted to excel the other girls the schoolteacher had had.
She tackled him as though it were some kind of naked football practice, then wrestled him around on the bed in an effort to win the first fall. Unfortunately for Adam's aching back, she clamped her athletic legs about his body with such intensity he ached all the next day.
Even so, as it always was when he had sex with young girls, Adam found her very pleasant. She was certainly different from the others, but there were enough similarities to make the going familiar. She had small, hard breasts and a wiry, tightly-muscled body that responded well.
When they were through, and she'd flitted off into the night, running like a track star to the gymnasium, Adam was completely exhausted. He slept soundly that night.
Morning came. At breakfast, Adam took inventory. One way or another, he'd had most of the girls he counseled. April was the outstanding exception and his prime target. In addition, there were Barbara and Bonnie, the twins who'd already warned him that they did everything together. Ordinarily, with all the girls at his disposal, Adam wouldn't have thought about the twins, except perhaps idly. Now, however, it became a kind of minor challenge to make his score complete. He began concentrating on them.
They were in his morning class. He'd been so enamored of Gabrielle's licking lips, Christine's gorgeous legs, Fanny's beautiful ass and April's sweet sexual innocence, he'd been ignoring the two girls. He saw now that they were quite attractive, with firm, healthy, young and eager bodies. Their brains did not match their bodies, however, for they were failing in their English; Adam saw in this fact the way to get to them, a way he'd employed more than once at other schools he'd worked at.
Adam suggested the two girls meet him at his office after class. They looked somewhat apprehensively at each other as though they knew what he was going to talk to them about-failing grades.
They were waiting outside his door when he arrived. He ushered them in, then closed the door securely behind him, making sure the lock was silently in place. They sat on the couch, while he sank into the chair immediately opposite to look them over. One thing was certain: the twins knew he was fucking the other girls; they must also know that sooner or later he was going to approach them.
"I guess you know," Adam began, "that you're Doth failing English."
Barbara nodded. "We try, Mr. Fawkes, honest."
"But we just have it hard," Bonnie said.
You're not the only one, Adam thought with a suppressed grin. , His eyes roamed over the twin bodies, the bare legs, the breasts under the tight blouses. It would be nice having those two bodies swarming nakedly over him.
Adam smiled warmly, rose and sat down on the couch between the girls. "Well, maybe we could come to some kind of understanding." He put his hands on their bare knees and massaged gently.
Neither girl moved away.
"You mean," Barbara said, "if we're nice to you, you'll be nice to us."
Her frankness surprised Adam, but it also pleased him. It saved a lot of time and unnecessary words.
"That's it exactly," he agreed, inching his hands farther up her skirt and her sister's skirt.
"Mother threatened to take us out of private school if we didn't pass this time," Bonnie said. She looked at her sister. "I think we'd better pass, no matter what we have to do."
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Adam said, playing it cagily. "It was just a suggestion."
He pretended to move away, but two hands gripped his legs, holding him there.
"We'll do anything you want, Mr. Fawkes," they said in unison.
There were several things Adam wanted.
"You'll both pass," he said, "but the one who does the best gets a better grade."
He began kissing them, and spurred on by his words they returned the kisses with much enthusiasm. Their mouths were warm, wet, and wonderful as they moved over his lips, his cheek, his throat. Meanwhile, his hands were busy unbuttoning their clothing, opening the blouses, dipping into the bras, palming the soft white breasts. He took their hands and moved them to the front of his pants, where they massaged him vigorously until his penis was up stiff.
Adam couldn't wait. It was time for action.
"Get undressed, both of you," he commanded hoarsely.
He pulled off his own clothing while the twins obediently removed their blouses, skirts and underclothing. Their bodies were smooth, slim, white, with rounded breasts, curving thighs; each a beautiful, naked mirror image of the other.
"All right, girls," Adam said, "examination time!"
They didn't seem embarrassed in the least, and Adam wondered if perhaps they hadn't been through something similar to this in the past. Then that and all other extraneous thoughts were shunted aside as they bowled him over to lie down on the couch with him.
The couch was wide enough to accommodate two bodies. Three made it all the cozier. The twins seemed determined to take the examination seriously. They carefully examined Adam while he carefully examined them. Wherever he looked or touched, there was a female mouth, a breast, a leg, a gaping cunt. It was like the double session he'd had in the Mexican whorehouse, except this was somehow more exciting, perhaps because the girls were twins, or maybe it was because of their youthful enthusiasm.
They kissed him passionately on the mouth, fingered his genitals, rubbed their breasts over his body, thrusting their hairy crotches in his face. He returned the kisses, mouthing anything they pointed in his direction. His hands busied themselves over their breasts, rolling the nipples into hardness; his fingers delved into two hot, moist openings simultaneously.
They buried him under their writhing female flesh, moaning excitedly into his ear so he failed to hear the sharp knock at the door. He flopped one of the girls on her back, spread her legs and pumped his stiff penis into her. The other straddled her sister in front of him, with her rounded buttocks almost in his face. Adam kept moving his penis in and out of the bottom twin, pressing his face into the buttocks of the other with each inward stroke. He massaged the rounded flesh before him, moved his hands down along the crack to the opening at the base of the curve. With her straddling legs spread, the girl's hairy cunt was clearly visible, so close to his face that Adam could count every moist hair. He gripped her hips, and still pumping into the girl under him, applied his mouth and lips to the vaginal lips of the other twin.
It was something Adam had never tried before, but he found it immensely enjoyable. He rammed his penis in and out of the one girl, while his tongue licked and delved between the legs of the other.
The pounding at the door had stopped. Adam was so caught up in what he was doing, he heard no other sounds but the rapid beat of his heart, the pulsing of blood in his temples, the labored breathing of himself and the two.girls. He pumped faster and faster, licked furiously. He felt himself coming and made no effort to hold back. Both girls would get A's for their performances-at least for midterm report cards. Needless to say, they'd have other examinations for the future.
Adam felt his penis swell inside the girl. He stiffened his body against her, stuck his tongue up along the curve of the other girl's buttocks.
"MR. FAWKES!"
Orgasm came to Adam, and with it, he popped open his eyes, vaguely aware that his name had been shouted. Over the churning ridge of buttocks he saw a sight that didn't register at first.
Miss Henshaw had apparently knocked, softly at first, then louder. She'd heard strange noises in the office of the new male schoolteacher and counselor, so she got a passkey and opened the door. Now, she was standing in the room in shocked disbelief at the sight of Adam Fawkes having sex with two of the young pupils.
Adam realized with a sinking heart that there was no explanation he could offer. He gripped the girl's buttocks so hard his knuckles turned white and applied his tongue to her genitals until he'd finished shooting spurts of his semen deep in her sister's vagina.
Might as well enjoy it, he thought stoically. This might be the last time he'd have a young girl for awhile!
Later, Adam realized how lucky he was. He certainly could not deny the sexual activity that Miss Henshaw's shocked eyes had perceived. But when he said that Barbara and Bonnie had seduced him for their own purpose, the twins broke down and admitted that they'd only done it to get better grades.
"You should be put into jail, you filthy pervert!" Miss Henshaw raved at him.
Adam winced at that all too--likely possibility. Sex with even a willing young girl was dangerous, but he'd always gotten away with it and thought he always would.
"However," Miss Henshaw went on when she'd calmed down, "we have the reputation of the school to consider. If you hand in your resignation immediately and leave today, no charges will be brought against you--"
Adam agreed to her terms. They were better than he'd expected. He hurried to his cottage to pack and leave before the woman changed her mind. A visitor was waiting for him, a tall burly seventeen year old, tousle-haired boy who looked vaguely familiar, but Adam couldn't place him.
"Remember me. Mr. Fawkes?" the boy asked. "I'm Steve, Melissa's boyfriend."
Adam remembered. Melissa was Marge's babysitter back in the last town. He'd forced the young girl to go down on him in the car, after which he'd fucked her.
It's nice to see you, Steve," Adam said, "but I'm really quite busy now.... "
"You dirty son of a bitch!" Steve's face turned dark with rage. He advanced toward Adam, his fists clenched. "You made Melissa pregnant. You forced her to have sex with you. She told me all about it."
Adam gulped and backed away. "It's not true. She's lying. You probably did it."
Steve shook his head. "She won't let me in her without a rubber. You did it."
Adam wet his suddenly cottony lips. "What is it you want?"
"Money. For an abortion. Five hundred dollars."
"I don't have that much. All I have is a couple hundred."
Steve held out his hand. "Fork it over."
Adam felt relieved. He scurried to his dresser drawer. It was the truth. All he had was two hundred fifty dollars. He handed it to the boy. Steve counted it carefully before stuffing the bills in his jeans.
"Thanks," he said. "The rest of the money I'll take out of your skin."
The blow was totally unexpected. Steve's ham-like fist plowed into his face, jarring him, throwing him back against the wall. Before he could collapse to the floor, Steve was in front of him, pounding him in the chest and stomach. His blows went lower, into Adam's groin. The schoolteacher shrieked in pain and anguish and fell to the floor, doubled up in agony. His eyes were closed tightly so he didn't see the young man's foot coming. The hard shoe plowed into his genitals, forcing a scream from his throat.
Steve's voice warned, "Stay away from Melissa or I'll come back and finish the job."
The door slammed behind him.
For a long while, Adam lay motionless on the floor, sobbing quietly, gritting his teeth against the pain in his groin. Things were going unbelievably wrong. After awhile, he rose and limped about the room, gathering up his belongings. It was then he found a note on his desk.
Dear Adam, I must see you at the camp tonight. Meet me there at nine o'clock. Don't tell mother.
All my love, April.
Adam's heart leaped. At last, something was going right for a change. His eyes lingered at the phrase she'd used: All my love. That was encouraging. His one regret was in not fucking sweet April. Perhaps now, that would be changed. He would lie naked in the cabin with her and she'd lick his wounds, all of them; he'd hold her close, fondle her tender breasts, shove his stiff cock into her virginal cunt and forget all the terrible things that had happened to plague him. April's body would make everything worthwhile.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Adam's car, packed with all his belongings, moved down the dark dirt road toward the cottage on Bradbury Lake. None of the girls at the school had dared say good-bye to him, though he was sure several of them would miss him. He knew that he himself would have many fond memories.
Ah, Pepita, he thought, and Christine, Gabrielle, Fanny, Mitzi, Tracy, Barbara and Bonnie, even Elsa and Plain Jane.
But that was in the past. Ahead of him lay sweet, innocent April alone in the cabin. Beyond her, the future was uncertain, but Adam had never troubled himself with worry when he was in a pleasant sexual situation.
He pulled to a halt in back of the camp, turned on the car's interior lights for a moment to examine his face. Bruises still showed, of course, from where Steve had beaten him. Fortunately, the blows and kicks hadn't damaged his penis or testicles. Then he got out and walked to the door of the cabin.
The place was completely dark, silent. Adam wondered if it was just an unfunny joke. Or perhaps April had changed her mind. When he tried the doorknob, he found the door unlocked. He pushed it open and entered.
"Hello," he said softly, "is anyone home?"
"Adam, is that you?" a female voice answered him from the darkness.
"Yes," he said, more loudly.
"It's me. April," the girl said. "I'm waiting for you in the second bedroom."
Adam grinned, closed the door behind him, and moved stealthily through the darkness. He bumped into a chair and swore.
"Let me put on a light," he said, fumbling for a wall switch.
"No!" her voice came insistently. "If any of the neighbors see a light they might call my mother or maybe the police."
Adam hesitated. It made sense. He didn't want either the police or Eileen to show up and discover him on top of April. When he was with her, he wanted no interruptions at all.
He paused for a few seconds while his eyes became accustomed to the dimness. Then he made his way across the room and into the bedroom. There was a movement on the bed, a flash of naked skin.
"I've been waiting for you," she said softly.
He went swiftly across the room, knelt beside the bed and pulled her close. She smelled delightful. Her soft hair brushed his face. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his fingers. He kissed her mouth. His hands massaged her tender, young breasts.
"Mmmmm, your hands feel good. Get undressed. I want you, Adam."
He rose and quickly undressed. When he was naked, he lay on the bed beside her and pulled her close to him. Her lips were fervent on his. She mashed her breasts on his naked chest, ground her loins against his genitals.
"I heard you were making love to all the other girls," she said. "I was afraid you'd never get around to me."
"I wanted to," Adam said, "more than anything else."
His hands moved down the small of her back, over her buttocks, glided around her legs and up between them. She opened her legs to give him more room, and he palmed her pubic area, massaging the wiry hair and the moist slit it covered.
"Then you made it with mother," she went on, "and I thought sure I could never have you."
He winced as she grasped his penis with slim fingers. It still hurt from the beating Steve had given him, but her cool flesh on him was very soothing. Exciting, too, he discovered, as his penis grew stiff.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she said, after awhile.
"Why not?"
"You're engaged to my mother."
"The hell I am. That was her idea. I just fucked her, that's all."
"Yes, but you did it to her. I was in the same place here, but you chose to go into her room."
Adam laughed. "I thought I was in your room. All the time we were fucking, I thought it was you."
"Then you didn't want to do it to her at all."
"Of course not. Why should I take an old woman like that when I can have a young, lovely girl like you? That's the only reason I was seeing her, April, because of you."
"That's nice to know," she said quietly.
He kissed her breasts, rolled each nipple on his tongue until it was up hard. His fingers delved into the hot, wet area between her legs, rubbing the clitoris along the way.
At last, Adam thought exultantly, I'm going to fuck sweet little April.
Things had consistently gone wrong this day, but at least this would partially compensate for it. He rolled over on top of her, spread her vaginal lips with his fingers while he probed the opening with the tip of his penis. He found it, rammed it home.
She moaned her delight, clamped her legs tightly about his back and began an undulating movement with her hips. Adam started slowly, wanting this moment to last, for he might never be with April again. He moved slowly into her, withdrew just as slowly almost to the tip, eased it back in once more. Her young cunt gripped him very nicely. He'd been naive to think she'd be a virgin. With a face and body like that, probably every guy within striking distance would try-and some would succeed. Just the same, he still thought of her as sweet and virginal. She looked and acted the part and would give him as much pleasure as though he were the first man to enter her body.
She nibbled and blew at his ear. She massaged his chest with the tips of her breasts. She corkscrewed her loins against him and raised her hips from the bed to meet his thrusts.
"Am I as good as my mother?" she wanted to know.
"Better," Adam grunted. "Much better, baby."
He kissed her warmly on the lips while his hands rubbed her breasts and his stiff penis moved relentlessly in and out of her. His passion was growing uncontrollable, but he managed to keep it from overpowering his actions. Even so, his thrusts became more forceful, plunging forward with such intensity she cried "Oh!" each time his loins struck her. He'd waited a long time for this moment, but he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he. Adam liked to satisfy his own cravings, but his ego liked being fed praise from a young girl he'd just had sex with. Besides, if she really enjoyed the intercourse, she'd want to do it again.
She seemed to be enjoying it. In the dim light he could see that her eyes were slitted with passion, her pretty face contorted with near delirium as she moaned and bit her lip and moved her head from side to side. With a shriek, she threw her arms around him and clawed his back. Her legs tightened about him. She began to rock back and forth under him, trembling with the onset of orgasm.
Adam pumped faster, wanting to come when she did. He thrust his penis frantically in and out of her contracting vagina, but she beat him. Her body shook with a series of spasmodic tremors that made the bed tremble beneath them. She collapsed in a heap, but Adam kept on thrusting. He was taken completely off guard when she rolled him off balance, thrust a foot under his chin and pushed him into the wall.
His head hit the wall, and he sank onto the bed, dazed. He was vaguely aware that she was getting up. An instant later, the lights flashed on, blinding him.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing, April? I wasn't finished."
"That's what you think," her harsh voice grated in his ears. "You're finished all right, Mr. Fawkes."
He looked up at her naked figure, trying to focus his eyes. Her image blurred, became clear.
"Eileen," he moaned, as realization washed over him.
"That's right, you bastard!" Her face was a mask of righteous anger. "The other night when you made love to me you called out the name April. I thought you were using me when you had the hots for my teenage daughter. I set up this trap to make sure."
Adam forced a smile he didn't feel. "I knew it was you all the time, Fileen. I was just playing your game, that's all."
She grunted her disbelief.
Adam sighed wearily. "All right, I am attracted to April. Can you blame me? She's a lovely girl."
"I don't like being used, Adam," she said coldly.
"I gave you pleasure, didn't I?" He looked down at his stiff, throbbing penis. "At least let me finish with this."
A smile grew on her face. "I'll take care of that for you." She advanced upon him. "Lie down."
"That's more like it."
He lay down on the bed. She knelt beside him and fondled his penis and testicles for a moment, until he'd closed his eyes dreamily. Then she rose. He assumed she was going to go down on him or lie with him on the bed, but she didn't. He sat up, his eyes widening with horror.
Eileen was standing across the room, a cocked shotgun in her hands.
"I'm going to make sure you never get tempted by April again," she said, "or any other girl, for that matter."
The shotgun lowered to his crotch. The woman's finger whitened on the trigger.
"No!" Adam cried in terror.
He leaped aside as a shower of hot lead exploded past him, ripping into the bed and the wall behind him. As she recocked the gun, he pushed past her and ran blindly into the living room, stumbling nakedly over the furniture, out the back door, across the ground and into his car. As he raced the car away, he heard the woman's derisive laughter following him.
A month later, Adam Fawkes stopped his car at the crest of a hill to look down at the city baking in the Midwestern sun. It looked forsaken, yet he knew he couldn't afford to be choosy. He'd moved here "for his health"-which, in a way, was true. Fortunately, there was an opening in the high school for an English instructor. The pay wasn't very good, but the job would serve as a stepping stone to other positions.
Besides, there would be compensations. The school was, of course, coeducational.
And some of the girls will be young and pretty, Adam thought pleasantly, and quite willing to open up their hot little cunts so I can ram my cock into them!
Adam grinned, threw the car into gear, and eagerly drove down the hill into the quiet, unsuspecting town.
