Chapter 10
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.