Chapter 1
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!