Chapter 15
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.