Chapter 3
Adam Fawkes still had a few days before having to report to Bradbury girls' school, but he knew well how he was going to fill the time. As he drove, his thoughts were alive with anticipation.
Farther up the road, he'd start swinging south toward Mexico. He'd cross the border and head directly to Nogales on the Mexican side, store his car there, and take a plane to Mazatlan.
He'd gone this route several times before during school vacations, so he knew what he was doing. Mazatlan was not particularly a swinging town except in one respect-it boasted a school for whores, where teenage and even preteen girls practiced their craft before being sent to various cat-houses throughout the country.
Adam liked young stuff, so the place was a sexual heaven to him. The girls were not only willing, they were so eager to get good grades they'd do anything and everything with such delightful determination they drove customers out of their minds with pleasure. Adam had many fond memories of the place, and he was sure this trip would furnish him with even more.
The light aircraft carried him without incident to the small airfield at Mazatlan, where he took a cab into town. The cabbie, who spoke English with heavy Mexican accents, asked him the inevitable question: Did he want a girl? A boy? A dirty show? The man smiled and nodded when Adam not only asked to go to the school for prostitutes, but gave him the address as well.
On the short drive, Adam leaned back and despite the jostling of the swiftly moving cab, let his thoughts drift to the last time he'd visited the little red whorehouse. He'd had a girl named Maria then-a sweet, dark-haired child, with flashing eyes that betrayed a Latin passion behind her innocent face. She was twelve, but tall for her age. Her youthful body was slim and well-formed, with the beginnings of breasts on her chest, and wispy strands of pubic hair covering her genitals. Her lips were rich and red, and Adam shuddered with pleasure as he recalled her mouth moving over his body, and how those full lips had kissed his penis, taken it between them, sucking it deep in her throat.
By United States standards, the girl was merely a child, one who should be innocent of such sexual pleasures; in Mexico, she was already a practiced whore. Of course, Maria would no longer be in the school. She'd taken all her courses in sex education, had graduated, and was busy doing field work in one of the many cathouses sprinkled throughout Mexico.
The cab skidded to a stop, indicating they'd arrived. Adam paid the cabbie, who swiftly accelerated his taxi down the street. A large gray building confronted Adam. Without hesitating, he walked into it.
It hadn't changed much. There was still a kind of reception room, with the same middle-aged woman with red-dyed hair who rose from a chair and came with a smile on her wrinkled face to greet him in Spanish. When Adam greeted her in English and spoke her name, the woman said:
"Ah, the senor has been here before."
"Many times."
The smile remained pasted to her face, but no glint of recognition came in the watery blue eyes. She was wearing a very formal brocaded gown which showed off large amounts of her flabby breasts.
"Then please go right in," she said. "We have a nice new selection of girls from all over Mexico."
Adam nodded and went right in. Beyond the reception room through drapes covering the door, was a large room, thickly carpeted, with expensive-looking paintings on the walls, a crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling, a bar in one corner, a spiral staircase leading to the bedroom upstairs. A dozen girls looked up expectantly as Adam entered, and Adam looked expectantly back at them.
He detected the madam close behind him. "If there is anything special you wish, senor," she said, "do not hesitate to ask."
"I won't hesitate," Adam promised.
The girls' ages ranged from about ten to thirteen years. They came in all sizes, thin, chubby, well-shaped, with large breasts, medium breasts, small breasts, and no breasts at all. Most of them had black hair-on their, head and on their crotches. One girl had dyed her hair blonde in both places. None of them was completely naked, but any covering they wore did not cover up the vital spots that would interest a male wishing to window shop. There were several baby doll nighties in evidence. One girl wore a bra with the nipples cut out, and a matching set of panties with the crotch exposed.
Dark-haired twins came forward smiling to grasp his arms and lead him into the room. They were about thirteen years, resembled Maria whom he'd had last time, and wore only high heels and transparent panties.
"Senor would like a drink?" one of them asked.
"Senor would like a drink from this," Adam laughed, bending to kiss one of her nipples.
Surprised and pleased, the young girl giggled. The other girl laughed, too, and Adam thought he detected a glint of envy in her dark eyes, so he quickly bent his head, took one of her nipples in his mouth and twirled his tongue swiftly but expertly over it.
Then he straightened and said, "You may bring me a scotch and water."
One of the girls scurried to get it, while the other seated Adam on one of the many couches sprinkled about the room. He watched the girl walk to get his drink, his gaze riveted in fascination by the twitching of her rounded buttocks as she went. The jiggling had a certain result-aided and abetted by the other twin gently massaging the front of his trousers, pressing her warm thigh tightly against his, and rubbing her young, tender but firm breasts along his arm. Adam absent-mindedly reached to fondle one of the breasts while he looked about the room.
Most of the girls were merely lounging around on the couches and chairs, many of them assuming unlady-like but unmistakably female poses designed to arouse a receptive male. The only other receptive male in the room, besides Adam, was a middle-aged, balding businessman-type nervously fondling a baby doll clad girl who kept teasing him by removing his glasses and rubbing it between her legs. From the way the man was blushing and gasping, Adam thought he was already close to orgasm.
Then a young body blocked his view, and he started paying attention to his own pleasure. The twin had returned with his drink. She handed it to him, then sat beside him on the couch and proceeded to rub her hands all over him with as much enthusiasm as her sister.
There was a great deal he could do with his hands, but Adam decided to take it easy. After all, he had lots of time, so why rush it. He leaned back on the couch and sipped his drink, letting the girls work him over. They were a pretty good team. One would nibble at his earlobes while the other rubbed his crotch. One would rub her breasts over his face in tantalizing fashion, while the other sat on his lap and wiggled her cute little bottom against him.
He'd already had half an erection when he walked into the place. Now, it was complete. His penis stood up inside his pants, harder than ever, threatening to leap right out through the cloth with each rub the girls made against his body. Adam had looked all the girls over. Any one of them would have satisfied his sexual craving, but he knew without hesitation what he wanted-the double-barreled reception committee.
He gulped down his drink and said, "How about the three of us going upstairs to do some plain and imagine fucking?"
The girls giggled. "You wish both of us, senor?"
"Of course," Adam said. "I wouldn't want to break up the set."
"It'll be twice the price," the other girl said.
"And well worth it," Adam said. "Now, let's get going."
He knew he could have haggled over the price, but by that time he was so hot and bothered he just wanted to get with it, to feel both girls crawling over his body, and vice versa. One of the girls disappeared briefly and returned with the madam. Adam paid her. The girls each took one of his arms and pulled him upstairs. Laughing, Adam pulled free so his arms could encircle their slim waists, then drop so his palm could rest on their twitching buttocks, which he enjoyed doing.
As they rounded the first landing, Adam looked down at the balding businessman lying limply on the couch, a wet spot staining the front of his trousers. Adam couldn't suppress a grin at that. Then he worked both hands under the rims of the girls' panties and down over the undulating fleshy be-hinds, along the crack, then snaked dual fingers into a jungle of damp pubic hair and the steaming hole beyond. The girls giggled and sighed at that. They seem to be eager to hit the sack with me, Adam thought, pleased by the notion-although realizing they probably behaved the same with every other customer who took them upstairs.
The girls led him down a corridor lined with doors. Some of the doors were closed, but the sounds of grunting males and protesting bed-springs testified to their occupancy.
"In here," one of the girls said, indicating an open door. "This room has one of the biggest beds."
They went into the lighted room. There was a washbasin and a paper towel dispenser, a few lamps scattered about, and very little furniture outside of the double bed that dominated the room. There didn't need to be much furniture, though. Any occupant of the room was there for a short time and had little use for anything other than the bed, and perhaps later the washbasin to clean up.
One of the girls closed the door behind them while the other dragged an unresisting Adam to the bed. He stretched out on it, and an instant later four hands were unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, unbuttoning his shirt. When he was naked, both girls quickly shucked their wispy panties and fell upon him on the bed.
Adam had never had two girls at the same time; and the sight of double the usual number of young breasts, invitingly hair-covered crotches and smoothly curved legs really did things to him. His penis was up stiff and throbbing with delightful expectation.
"Is there anything in particular you would like us to do, senor?" one of the girls asked.
"Anything," Adam replied, "and everything. Just make me happy."
The girls smiled in unison and began.
It was obvious they were neither bashful nor inexperienced. They'd been around-several times a day most-likely. They knew what pleased a man, and they were more than willing to do it.
Wherever Adam looked, there were delightful close-up views of female anatomies. His fingers itched, his mouth watered, his loins ached. He was not content to have things done to him; he wanted to participate, and there was no reason for holding back. As an eager tongue explored his testicles and worked up along the shaft of his distended penis, he took a stiff nipple of the other girl between his lips and sucked greedily on it. His hand glided up along her slim legs as she knelt over him. He released her nipple and guided her around so she, too, could work on his genitals. The position brought the rounded globes of her buttocks close to his face. Her legs were slightly apart, so he could see right up between them, into the moist bushy area surrounding her hot genitals. Smiling, he reached up with both hands to surround her fleshy butt and squeeze the flesh for a moment before following the crack down to where his finger could delve into the jungle of pubic hair and beyond, into openings so available to him.
He worked a finger in and out of a hole for awhile, smiling at the way she twisted her buttocks against his finger and the way she spread her legs to give him more room to explore. The smile also was for another reason: two pairs of tongues and lips were engulfing his genitals, licking the testicles, running hotly over the sides of the penis, while young, tender breasts massaged his legs, his stomach, his groin, making his skin tingle where the hard nipples grazed the flesh. He felt like he was going to explode, but he held back, wanting it to last.
One of the girls nibbled at the tip of his penis, then opened her mouth wide and swallowed him, while the tip of her tongue swirled around the sides and the top. The other, deprived of the penis, was equal to the occasion. She swung around and dove under Adam's legs in a surprise maneuver that startled him, and lifted his legs to her shoulders. He didn't realize what she was up to until he felt her tongue licking his anus. He almost laughed. Not only did the tongue tickle-though pleasantly-but every time she drew her tongue in an upward sweep, her nose lifted his testicles.
The girl gulping his stiff penis was not content with that action. At the same time, she moved the upper part of her body so that her breast tips barely touched Adam's leg and stomach. And all the while her mouth was busy sucking, her tongue was busy licking, her hands were busy gripping the bottom of his shaft, holding it tightly.
Adam gritted his teeth and held on, making a desperate effort to keep from having an orgasm.
The feel of the naked bodies swarming over him excited him very much. It always had, but now it was doubly so. His loins bubbled inwardly, and he trembled with pleasant sensations from head to toe. The girls seemed to sense this. They left their posts and moved to new locations, using their mouths and tongues all over the shuddering gringo under them. They kissed his nipples, stuck hot tongues into his navel, sucked each one of his toes as slowly as possible.
Finally, Adam could stand it no longer. He gasped, "Come on, let's fuck!"
He hadn't thought about how he was going to do it, but now that the time was at hand he automatically guided the girls into a suitable set of positions. One of them straddled him, bringing the junction of her spread legs down over his stiff penis. Adam wet his lips and watched, wincing with pleasure, as his shaft disappeared into the gaping, hair-covered opening. The girl smiled and lowered herself all the way, then began a slow-at-first, rhythmic raising and lowering of her body over him.
The second girl straddled him, too, but high up on his chest, with her hairy young crotch inches from his face.
"Closer," he said, "closer. I'm going to have my fuck and eat it too."
The girl laughed politely, though she didn't understand Adam's joke. The important thing was, she understood what he wanted of her. She inched along his body until her crotch was full in his face. She felt his lips press against her genitals, felt his tongue ease into the opening and find her clitoris.
Adam felt more excited than he'd ever been in his life. The girl he was fucking-or was it she who was fucking him?-was rising and lowering with an increased rhythm, letting his stiff penis come out almost all the way before sinking back down on it, gripping it with her inner muscles. She was tight to begin with, and her additional corkscrewing gave more impetus to his pleasure.
The musky odor of the other twin's genitals filled his nostrils and made his head swim. She'd perfumed herself in that area, but it wasn't a garish perfume, and it did not overpower the other, natural smells he'd come to love. He nibbled at-the black hair, drawing it straight in his teeth before releasing it. He pressed his lips in a warm, wet kiss against the vaginal lips of the young girl. He extended his tongue and licked her up and down. His questing tongue found the nub of clitoris and laved it with enthusiasm.
And his hands-he couldn't leave them idle, could he?-reached up and fondled the pert breasts; massaging them feeling the nipples grow hard against his palm. It was an added bonus to the already seemingly ultimate pleasure of fucking and sucking simultaneously.
It was the first time for Adam, but it sure wasn't going to be the last.
Holding back under those conditions was impossible. He felt himself coming and he didn't try to restrain it. His gasp was muffled in one girl's genitals, as he raised his hips from the bed, lifting the other young girl with them. His swollen penis seemed to expand even more inside her; then it spasmed, shooting hot liquid into her vagina in short bursts that made her scream with delight and increase the fury of her final strokes over him.
Adam grunted his final shot, gave a last squeeze to the breasts nearest him, licked the hairy vulva literally under his noise-and collapsed, exhausted but extremely content.
The girls climbed off him. Adam stared, fascinated, at them, a double dose of teenage loveliness. He wanted to fix their image in his memory to carry with him to his new job in the States. When the girls started to pull on their panties, he said, "Wait," pointed to his sticky genitals, and said, "Clean up for me."
When they merely looked puzzled at him, he elaborated, "With your tongues. like a pair of little pussycats."
They hesitated, but a promise of an additional five dollars made them agree. An instant later, the two naked girls were licking off all traces of semen and vaginal juices on Adam's limp penis. The penis lurched and rolled and grew half-hard, but Adam knew he wasn't ready for another session-not just then anyway.
Later, as he took a cab back to the airport, and when the light plane was returning him swiftly to Nogales to pick up his car, he knew what was wrong with the session. It had been a wonderful experience, one which he wouldn't mind repeating, but it had been too commercial. The girls would do the same for any tourist with the price. Up North-at Bradbury School for Girls, for example-it was different. Most of the girls didn't put out as readily. You had to fight for it, maneuver for it, trick them into it if you could, perhaps even use force or blackmail.
Adam had thought his visit to the school for whores would placate his desire for young girls for awhile, would take the edge off his appetite so he could resist the temptations of all the lovely young female flesh that abounded on the campus he was going to.
He found, instead, his appetite was whetted.