Chapter 13
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!