Chapter 16
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.