Chapter 2
Alone, sixteen-year-old Melissa felt depressed. Maybe I shouldn't've made Steve go, she thought. It had been fun sucking her boyfriend's pecker, letting him put it up inside her.
"If only he hadn't forgotten the damn rubbers!" she wailed plaintively. "We coulda screwed for two hours."
She closed her eyes and lay back on the couch, a dreamy expression on her pretty face as she contemplated it. Automatically, her fingers strayed down to her skirt and lifted it up above her hips. With one hand she eased apart the lips of her vagina and slid two fingers of the other deep inside her still-wet opening.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured aloud.
There was no one to hear her. Once six-year-old David fell asleep, an earthquake couldn't wake him up. She could just let herself go-as she had on many an occasion when she babysat.
Her finger moved swiftly in and out between her legs, making squishing sounds, coming out glistening wet. The nub of her clitoris was up stiff and throbbing, and she delighted in working it back and forth with her finger. Her free hand moved to pinch and squeeze her breasts. She rolled each nipple between a forefinger and thumb until it swelled with passion. Then she held a breast close to her face and bent her head. By straining and reaching out with her tongue, she was able to lick the nipple. It felt good, and she moaned with increasing passion, unable to stop.
On some of her other babysitting jobs, the child was too young to know what was going on, so Melissa frequently took advantage of the situation by pressing her breasts against the infant's lips while she manipulated her own genitals. It was more fun having someone else suck your nipples, Melissa knew, than doing it all by yourself.
If only David were younger, she thought.
With a smile, she added to herself, Or older, so he could screw me!
It was a kind of funny thought, and it made her giggle. She wondered if six-year-old boys got stiff peckers. Strange she'd never wondered about that before-or experimented to see if they could.
Boyfriend Steve had worked her up to such an extent, then let her down, that she was certainly grateful she had a finger to replace him. She worked it in and out of the hole between her legs, faster and faster. Her legs were lifted off the couch and spread wide; she began to grunt and squeal.
Then she heard a noise. At first she ignored it, not really hearing the sound, but after a few seconds it crept into her conscious mind. It had been a thumping sound, like someone falling out of bed.
David! she thought in sudden panic. He might come out of his bedroom and find her in the living room, masturbating in a frenzy. Quickly, Melissa put down her legs, abandoned her sweaty crotch, and straightened her skirt about her thighs.
No David appeared, however. Melissa rose and went into his bedroom. By the table light beside the boy's stand, the young girl saw that he had indeed fallen from the bed. It hadn't awakened him, however, for he was sleeping peacefully on the floor beside the bed.
Smiling, Melissa tried to tug him back onto the bed, but the dead weight resisted her. Finally, she got on her knees, scooped him from the floor and up to the mattress. She froze in that position, startled by the sight of the young boy's penis which had popped out of the fly of his pajamas and dangled limply right under her nose.
Melissa wet her lips. If a fall from the bed hadn't awakened him, she thought, then certainly....
The notion intrigued her. She reached out a tentative finger and touched the tiny, pink penis. Encouraged by his lack of response, she boldly rolled the flesh between her fingers. David sighed and smiled in his sleep, but he didn't awaken. Melissa was confident he would remain asleep, no matter what she did to him, and she grew very excited just thinking about it. She felt guilty, of course, but that added to the excitement.
Still kneeling beside the bed, she spread her legs and thrust her finger up into her crotch, finding her hot, wet opening, rubbing the clitoris with renewed enthusiasm. Then she bent her head over the sleeping boy's genitals and took his limp penis between her lips to suck on it....
On this date that evening with thirty-two-year old Marge, Adam Fawkes behaved with an automatic gallantry. They went to dinner and did some dancing, and Adam made polite conversation about everything and nothing. Marge asked him about his new job at Bradbury School For Girls, and even went so far as to say she'd miss him.
"Well, maybe I can come in for an occasional weekend," he said, "and see you."
But his mind wasn't on Marge at all. His thoughts were fully on Melissa, the sixteen-year-old babysitter whom he'd seen sucking her boyfriend's cock and then being fucked by the young boy. During his dance, he'd closed his eyes and tried to visualize it was the young girl in his arms instead of the schoolteacher, and his fantasy took over for a moment. He buried his head in the sweet perfume of the girl's hair, thrust his body close to hers.
Marge was surprised by the overt act. She could feel Adam's stiff penis thrusting against her leg, and it thrilled her to know her body still excited a man. Yet he'd never made a serious pass at her. A simple goodnight kiss had been about it, and her breath caught as she wondered if this last night before he left he'd have sex with her.
She hadn't had sex with anyone since her husband died five years ago. While she'd enjoyed intercourse, she knew she could take it or leave it. She liked Adam, very much, though, and she didn't know what her reactions would be if he did try to go to bed with her. Even so, she shivered in sudden anticipation and automatically thrust her hips into closer contact with him.
Adam smiled dreamily and pressed back. Then he realized the girl in his arms wasn't Melissa, and self-consciously he backed off. That was close, he thought. He didn't want to give Marge any ideas. Although fucking her wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, he wanted to save himself for better and younger things. He'd already had one of them earlier in the day, and if things worked out, he'd have another, and he didn't want to shortchange the next one.
He took Marge home early, apologizing, saying he still had a lot of packing to do. Marge wondered if that was the real reason for his cutting short the evening, or if he wanted greater intimacy with her at her place. She hesitated, then decided if he wanted to have sex with her, she'd let him. Her mind sang at the prospect, and her body ached with sudden realization that she'd been without a man for too long.
At her door, he took the key she proffered him and applied it to the lock. There was a soft click, and he opened the door and held it for her.
Inside, she said, "I wonder where Melissa is?"
Looking over Marge's shoulder, Adam saw where-Melissa was and why she was too busy to notice their quiet entrance.
"Probably in the John," he said. "Why don't you go fix me a drink."
The look on Marge's face showed she wondered why he shooed her into the kitchen, but she went. Adam looked down the corridor again, to the mirror which reflected David's lighted bedroom. The sixteen-year-old babysitter was kneeling beside the bed, her skirt pulled up, her finger busily plunging into her cunt, while her mouth was busily sucking the sleeping young boy's cock.
Just then Marge made some clinking sounds with ice cubes and glasses in the kitchen, and Melissa's head jerked up. Adam noticed that David's thin little penis was up stiff and throbbing, then he moved away from the line of vision and joined Marge in the kitchen.
"Oh there you are," she said.
He hugged her playfully. "Of course. Where else would I be?"
She handed him a glass full of ice and whiskey. "I could save this. Why don't you take Melissa home and come back."
"That's not a bad idea," he told her.
But he knew he wouldn't. Not if he played his sexual cards right with the worked-up babysitter.
Melissa walked into the living room, her face flushed with excitement of what she'd been doing.
"Oh, hi," she said. Her voice was slightly out of breath, which made it sound very sexy to Adam. "I didn't hear you come in. I was just tucking in David."
Adam suppressed a grin. Sucking in David would be more accurate. The sight of the hot teenage girl made his genitals throb in anticipation. He didn't really want the drink in his hand-it'd merely been an excuse to get Marge into the kitchen-but he was stuck with it.
"I'll be with you in a minute, Melissa," Adam said.
"Oh, there's no rush, Mr. Fawkes," she said.
But Adam had already gulped down his drink. He felt it course through his body, inflaming his desire even more. Perhaps the drink hadn't been a bad idea after all; it might make him bolder than he otherwise might have been.
As Melissa gathered up her homework, Marge pressed close to Adam and said, "Come back when you let her off."
Adam nodded. Then he and the babysitter left. The young girl preceded him to the car, and he took the opportunity to stare at her voluptuous, twitching buttocks, her smooth, long legs. When she slid into the front seat, her skirt went up to reveal an inspiring vista of creamy thigh.
As they drove, Adam stole glances at the young girl. Her skirt was pulled high over her beautiful legs. Her breasts strained the material of her blouse. As he watched, she drew her tongue along her red lips, and Adam couldn't help but think:
Man, how I'd love to have that pink little tongue licking my cock. And those red lips sucking and kissing it!
The thought made him tremble. They were driving along a secluded, tree-lined street. Adam pulled the car over to the curb, doused the lights and switched off the motor.
"Why are we stopping here, Mr. Fawkes?" Melissa wanted to know.
Adam smiled reassuringly and slid toward her on the seat. "I thought we might have a little talk, just you and me."
"Oh?" Her face betrayed her growing nervousness. "About what?"
Adam boldly put one hand on the girl's breast and squeezed it. "Fucking, for one thing. Cocksucking for another."
The girl gulped. She was so surprised by his hand on her and his words, she wasn't able to move, or speak. Finally, she found her voice.
"What-what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, honey." He reached under her blouse and massaged her breasts. "You're a big girl now. You deserve a bigger cock to play with than little David's."
The girl gasped. "You saw me?" And, when Adam nodded: "Don't tell on me, Mr. Fawkes, please."
"I won't, Melissa-if you cooperate with me."
He took her hand and placed it over the front of his pants. She yanked it back as though her hand touched a hot poker.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can, Melissa," Adam said calmly. "Did you know it's against the law to do to a small boy what you were doing to David?"
She seemed on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean any harm. He was asleep, and I was so hot.... "
"You still are, Melissa. I can tell."
Adam massaged the girl's naked breast and rolled her erecting nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand quickly went under her skirt and between her legs, sliding along her warm thigh until he could place his palm up tight against her hairy crotch.
"Oooooh!" she squealed as his hand came into contact with her. Then: "We shouldn't, Mr. Fawkes."
Adam insinuated a finger into her hot cunt, pressed it deep, while his thumb played with her nub of clitoris. He smiled to himself, certain of what would happen. Her hot, wet opening told him she was getting ready, as did her hoarse voice and the way she was beginning to shudder and press her crotch against his thrusting finger.
"C'mon, honey," he whispered, "do something for me, too."
Once again he took her hand and placed it over the increasing bulge in his pants. She hesitated for a moment, then her eager hand gripped him through the cloth so intensely he almost cried out.
Her breathing was very heavy, and she was moving her hips, pressing her crotch up against his hand in even strokes that betrayed her passion.
"Take it out, honey," Adam told her. "Take my cock out and play with it."
The hesitation was briefer this time. Melissa used one hand to unzip him, then reached into the opening, eased her fingers through his underwear and snaked his stiff penis out. The touch of her hands on his naked flesh made his breath catch.
"That's it, honey," he urged. "Work it around in your hands. Play with it. You know how. The way you did with your boyfriend."
Melissa's eyes widened. He even knows what I've been doing with Steve, she thought, alarmed. Yet the idea that the handsome teacher had been someplace watching her made her body surge with renewed excitement. Mr. Fawkes had probably wanted to screw her for a long time; the notion pleased her.
She didn't really mind playing with him like this. He'd just surprised her, that was all. Sex was fun. Besides, she didn't have any other choice.
Smiling to herself, she rolled his stiff penis between the palms of her hands, feeling it lurch like a live thing against her palms. She ran her hot, eager hands all over the sides and the top of it, then lowered one hand to cup and massage the teacher's testicles.
"Mmmmm," Adam sighed, "that's wonderful."
His finger attacked her cunt with renewed enthusiasm, while his free hand moved over her breasts, going from one to the other. He bent his head to her bosom and licked and kissed the erect nipples, then moved to her mouth, where he kissed her hard, long, and passionately, darting his tongue past her sharp teeth into the cavity of her mouth to duel with her hot, reciprocating tongue which lashed back at him.
He transferred his lips to her ear, where he whispered, "Suck on it for me, honey."
At first, Melissa didn't understand what he meant. Then, as understanding came, her face blossomed into redness. Steve was the only boy whose pecker she'd ever put in her mouth. She drew back in alarm.
"Oh, no, Mr. Fawkes, I couldn't."
"Sure you could, honey," he said calmly. "Unless you want everybody to know you suck little boys' cocks."
A look of alarm spread over her pretty face. She'd never get another babysitting job if that happened. She might even be arrested. Besides, what would Steve say if he found out.
"I'll do anything you say, Mr. Fawkes," she said, forcing a smile.
"And," he added, "you'll probably enjoy every throbbing inch of it, too."
Melissa bent to examine his stiff penis more intimately. Adam released his grip on her crotch and her breast so she could have greater freedom on movement. Her hands reached out to fondle him gently, run her fingers up and down his pulsating ;haft as though she were playing a musical instrument. She bent her head closer to it, all the time wetting her lips, moving her tiny, pink tongue over her teeth.
Adam found himself getting more and more excited. The notion of some young girl doing this to him was thrilling; but to actually have her doing it was indescribable. Besides, there in front of him was a sight he longed to see-the teenager's breasts hanging out of her blouse, bobbing delightfully with each movement she made; and her legs, visible all the way up to the crotch, a scintillating sight. Despite already having fucked one girl earlier, he knew he was going to have a hard time of it.
Hard, he thought with a pleased chuckle, was the word for it, all right. My cock's hard as a rock.
As Melissa's fingers rolled all about it, the penis stiffened and throbbed, jerking around against the palms of her hands. He held his breath as he felt the warm air from her mouth softly caressing the tip of his penis as she drew close to it. Her tongue came out, wet and hot, and reached out for him. He tensed, then gasped as contact came, as the teenager's tongue licked the top of his penis, then circled the rim of it.
He closed his eyes and threw back his head, hardly capable of breathing, feeling his heart pound a rapid tattoo against his rib cage. Oh man, it was good, and it promised to be better, better even than Glenda earlier this evening. Automatically, he raised his hips to insert his cock into the girl's mouth.
Melissa took the hint. Her mouth opened and she took the knob of his penis between her lips. Her lips closed, and she pulled and sucked at it with a sudden fury. The effect was startling.
Adam shuddered with tremors of pleasure. He reached down and seized her head in his hands and forced it farther down into his lap. He felt his throbbing shaft slide easily between her lips, past her teeth, deep into the depths of her hot, wet mouth, where she worked it back and forth with her tongue.
"That's the spirit, honey," he husked, "suck it. Suck it good."
Melissa gripped his testicles and the lower shaft of his penis with a determined hand, while she raised and lowered her head with a fast rhythm, letting the male flesh slide past her lips up to the knob, where she'd play her tongue maddeningly over the tip of it before sucking it back into her mouth to its full, throbbing length.
Melissa felt her body grow warm and sweaty. She'd enjoyed giving Steve a blowjob, and it was sort of interesting doing it to little David-but it was nothing like this. The quivering penis of Adam Fawkes was a delight to hold in her mouth, to suck on, to swish her tongue all over. Steve took her for granted, but this schoolteacher seemed to be getting real kicks from her mouth. The thought pleased her.
Adam was pleased, too-with himself for arranging this to happen, and with what was happening itself. Each new conquest seemed better than the last, and Melissa was no exception. As the girl worked a frantic rhythm in his lap, her lips tight around his penis, he felt himself coming.
"Wait," he said. "I want to fuck you."
He pulled her up by her hair, lifted her skirt and had her sit in his lap, lowering her so the tip of his penis entered the opening between her legs. As the weight of her sank onto him, burying his penis to the testicles, gripping it convulsively, he groaned and had to hold back.
He wanted it to last a little longer.
"That's right, honey, you're doing fine," he said.
In the cramped quarters of the front seat, it was one of the more practical positions he enjoyed. Besides, it gave him the chance to really feel up a young girl's breasts while fucking her. He busied his hands under her blouse, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, palming the hard nipples, while he worked his hips up and down, pushing his penis all the way into her, then pulling it out slightly, thrusting it back a little harder.
Before long, Melissa was squealing with the intense pleasure he was giving her. His penis was swollen almost to bursting up inside her vagina, and she seemed ready to explode herself.
"You like it, honey?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh yes, Mr. Fawkes. It's-it's wonderful."
Adam smiled. The words were good for his ego. What made it all the better was that Melissa seemed to be really enjoying it, as much as he was.
The fact was, the young girl was having the time of her life. Sex was no stranger to her, but Steve was always so fast. Slam, bam, he'd come, and that was it. Mr. Fawkes was holding back, taking his time, and she enjoyed every second of it. She closed her eyes and raised her hips in an even rhythm to match his upward thrusts. His stiff penis moved thickly up inside her, then back down, rubbing her clit each way, making her wince with pleasure each time it happened. His hands expertly kneaded her breasts, and she felt the flesh ache as her nipples stiffened against his palm.
She was going to come, she knew it. It was something she seldom did when her boyfriend Steve rammed his pecker up there and screwed her. She began grunting and corkscrewing her hips as she began more frantically to raise and lower herself on the schoolteacher's lap.
Involuntarily, she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" over and over again as her body slammed sown, forcing his penis deep into her. She felt it engorge, throb, sputter. She could hardly think. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart pounded loud in her ears.
I can't hold back any longer, Adam thought.
Then he didn't try. The thought uppermost on his mind was orgasm. He gritted his teeth, gripped both the young girl's breasts in his hands, and raised his hips from the seat, lifting the girl in his lap, plunging his penis as far into her as it would go.
The thrust did it for Melissa, too. She screeched at the top of her lungs and shuddered from head to toe, precisely as Adam let loose. His penis throbbed, pulsated, and spurted hot semen into the girl's vagina which was contracting spasmodically to grip and release him in a rhythm which could not be denied.
When it was over, he collapsed on the seat with the girl in his arms. For a moment, he toyed idly with her nipples and kissed her neck. Then he let her move to the seat beside him.
"How about licking it off for me," he said.
It wasn't exactly a request. To Melissa it seemed more like a command. Yet the idea of it still appealed to her. Besides, she could always tell herself that he was forcing her to do it, couldn't she?
She bent over the teacher's lap. His penis had lost some of its hardness, but it was still long and impressive. It was covered with traces of his own semen and some of her vaginal juices, and it glistened in the dim light. She held the base of it in one hand and pressed her tongue along the shaft, licking the stickiness away. It tasted kind of funny to her-not bad, really, just different-and she found the new experience to her liking.
"That's the spirit, baby," Adam Fawkes said, running his fingers through her hair, "I like my girls to be neat."
After a suitable time, Adam said, "All right, Melissa, that's enough. We'd better get you home."
He didn't want Marge or the girl's parents to suspect anything by getting the teenager home late. Thoughts of Marge reminded him he must invent an excuse to not return to her house. One came immediately: the car had a flat tire. There was no reason for Marge or anyone to disbelieve it.
He started the car and drove along. "I don't want you to tell anyone what happened tonight between us, Melissa. If anyone knew, you'd be in bad trouble. Remember that."
"I promise," the girl said.
But another part of her mind came alive with a thought which hadn't occurred to her before. Mr. Fawkes wouldn't want anyone to know what he'd done, either-because he'd had sex with an under-age girl. He could get in trouble too. She smiled at the realization. Of course, she wouldn't tell anybody; still, it was nice knowing it. Funny, it hadn't come to her before. She'd been too excited, she guessed.
Adam pulled the car to a halt before a lighted house where Melissa lived. He took out his wallet and handed her two five dollar bills.
"One is for the babysitting," he said with a smile. "The other is-well, just a present."
She thanked him profusely, then opened the car door and slid out. Adam watched the sexy twitching of her buttocks as she walked up the walk to her front door, feeling a reminiscent twinge in his crotch. She'd been very exciting, and it was a shame he'd never have her again.
Of course, he consoled himself as he drove off, there were many others waiting for him at the Bradbury School-many other young girls with golden breasts and thighs and inviting crotches just waiting for the invasion of his stiff cock into their teenage cunts.
The thought consoled him.
Melissa meanwhile was quite happy with the way things turned out. She'd earned an extra five dollars for herself, and she had a new position to try with Steve when they went out. It was kind of exciting, too, to have a little variety. Mr. Fawkes' pecker was different from Steve's. She wondered if other boys' cocks were different from both of them. Steve was getting too sure of her lately. Maybe she should teach him a lesson. She might even, she thought drowsily, tell him one day about her affair with the high school teacher.
It never occurred to her to douche, since Steve always used contraceptives. It wasn't until three weeks later, when she missed her period, that she remembered Adam Fawkes' naked penis had spurted its semen deep inside her and she might be pregnant with his child!