The Sin Tutor
[aka 'Taught To Love' or 'Horny Honeypot']
by Peter Bronson


CHAPTER ONE 

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. 

Mitzi seemed genuinely flustered. "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry." 

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. 


THE END
