Chapter 4
"Welcome to Bradbury School for Girls, Mr. Fawkes," Miss Henshaw said, favoring Adam with a porcelain smile. "We are not a large school, but we are a select one. I must say you come well qualified."
Adam took the coldly stiff hand proffered him and shook it, all the while suppressing a smile of amusement. Every time I come, he thought pleasantly, it's because I'm well qualifier-in the sex department! But of course he didn't voice these sentiments. Too bad, too. He'd love to see the shocked look on the old biddy's face. If she ever saw a man's stiff cock, she probably wouldn't know what it was, much less what to do with it.
A plain, white-haired, hatchet-faced woman, Miss Henshaw looked as though she'd allow no hanky-panky. Her words confirmed it.
"I must admit," she said, "I was a little put out at the thought of a man teaching here at the school. Did you know you'll be the first and the only man ever to do that?"
"I didn't know that, Adam said. like a sultan in a harem of virgins, he thought warmly.
"The girls are young and impressionable," Miss Henshaw went on
"Don't worry, Miss Henshaw," Adam said soothingly, "I've had a lot of experience handling young girls."
Handling their nipples, their breasts, their cute little asses, the marvelous cunts! he thought, his loins glowing at the memory.
"I'm sure of that," Miss Henshaw said with a thin smile. She seemed cordial enough, but there was an undercurrent of hostility, and Adam knew he'd have to watch out for her. "In any event you're here. As you know, you'll be an English instructor for the most part. In addition, you'll counsel those girls who need counseling. I suspect this was one reason for hiring a man-to give a father image to the young ladies who have such a need away from home."
Adam smiled. A father image wasn't exactly what he wanted to project-unless the game was incest.
"You expressed a desire to live in if possible," Miss Henshaw went on, "to be nearer your work. While we have no facilities within the building here, there is a small cottage on the grounds, formerly occupied by the gardener."
"I'm sure it will be quite comfortable," Adam assured her.
"Good." Miss Henshaw stood up. "The girls won't be arriving until tomorrow, but all the teachers are here. Come along, I'll introduce you."
All the other teachers were female, of course. Adam harbored hopes that perhaps one or two of them might be pretty young recent-graduates on their first job. His hopes proved to be in vain. They were all stern, grandmotherly types, even the gym teacher who looked like she might have played tackle for Notre Dame.
Adam said a cheery hello, but it was obvious his presence was something of a radical departure from what they'd been used to, and they didn't seem to know whether to accept him as a fellow teacher or the enemy man within their midst. Well no matter, Adam decided, the girl students would more than make up for the cold shoulders he was getting. The next day would be filled with warm thighs and breasts.
Meanwhile, he moved out into the small cottage a short distance from the school building. It was barely more than a single room with a fireplace, and a bathroom in a separate room off one end, but it was cozy. Adam unpacked and looked around. Through his window he saw one side of the school building. The bottom floor he recognized as the gymnasium, with its exit to the playground nearby. The second floor seemed to be the rooms where the girls slept. Adam smiled at that. The scenery from his window might prove to be more inspiring than the Grand Canyon.
Late that afternoon he drove into town, a small place that boasted a tiny cinema, where Adam spent the evening watching an ancient picture he'd never seen before. When he returned to the college cottage, he built a small fire in the fireplace and fell asleep watching the flames dance about, licking the wood, consuming it. After the orgy in Mexico, he felt lonely and wished he had a young girl in bed with him, nuzzling him, kissing him with youthful eagerness, pressing her firm young body into intimate contact with him, rubbing her tender breasts with the hard nipples over his naked chest.
He fell asleep with a stiff penis and awakened the same way after a restless and unsatisfied night. He shaved, took a cold shower, dressed, and trotted over to the school for breakfast. Meals were served family style at the school; Adam found the covey of middle-aged teachers already congregated at one of the tables in the huge dining room.
He didn't go for women in their early thirties, much less older than that. Nevertheless, he wanted to win over their confidence, so he was witty and charming throughout the morning meal and managed to discuss education trivia with the appearance that he knew what he was talking about. It was obvious, at any rate, that Miss Henshaw was impressed and since she was the mother hen that was a point in Adam's favor.
Another factor cheered him up during the otherwise drab session. It was the appearance of Pepita, daughter of the fat, great Mexican woman who cooked for the teachers and the girls. Pepita was about sixteen, and she helped her mother cook food in the kitchen and serve food in the dining room. She was dark-haired, dark-skinned and pretty. She wore a white uniform that hugged her youthful curves with a persistence that Adam admired. When she bent over and bustled quickly about, he also found himself admiring the rounded curve of her legs and buttocks-though he was careful not to let his admiration show to the assembled teachers. He carried on a glib conversation while watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. Dropping his hand into his lap casually, he discovered that his penis had also noted the arrival of a suitable sex object.
After breakfast, Miss Henshaw showed Adam to his private office, to the classroom where he'd be conducting his English classes, and around the school in general, touching those spots they'd missed during the previous day's encounter.
In the afternoon the. girls began arriving. There were fewer than fifty of them for the new semester, but that would be plenty for the small school to handle. Adam sat behind his desk and looked over the names of the ten girls who'd been assigned to him for counseling. There was April, Barbara, Bonnie, Christine, Elsa, Fanny, Gabrielle, Jane, Tracy and Mitzi; from each of their folders smiled back a small square photo of an attractive girl. That is, all except Jane were smiling; she didn't seem as pretty as the others, and Adam wondered if that were the reason for her lack of enthusiasm as a model.
A young, innocent, virginal-looking brunette stuck her pretty head in and asked, "Mr. Fawkes?"
"That's right," he admitted. "Come in."
She went in, on very shapely legs, Adam noted, and introduced herself.
"Glad to meet you, April," Adam said and indicated a chair in front of his desk.
As she perched herself in the straight-backed chair; Adam tried not to be conspicuous about watching her smooth, nylon-clad legs. Mmmmmm, he thought, licking his mental lips, wouldn't I just love to spread those delicious legs of yours, baby, peel down the stockings, and have at you with tooth, tongue and cock!
He flipped open her folder and glanced at it. The fifteen-year-old girl lived in town with her divorced mother but went there only during weekends. They talked about the courses April was planning on taking, and what her eventual occupational goal was. Adam played it straight, but every second he was aware of the girl's legs, her slender hips, her slight breasts poking out her blouse. He was more aware of the girl's sexuality than she was. She excited him so much he was reluctant to let her go, but he had to, for other girls were waiting.
The next two came in simultaneously. They were Barbara and Bonnie, twin blondes. Adam looked closely but he was unable to detect any difference in their clothing, their bodies, their mannerisms. I'll bet I could tell them apart if they were naked. At least, it'd be fun trying. He recalled vividly the fun he'd had with the two dark-haired Mexican twins at the school for whores. Barbara and Bonnie would be at least as much fun, perhaps even more because of their youthful inexperience.
"I see you two girls are taking exactly the same courses," Adam said.
"Of course," one of the girls said, "we do everything together."
Adam laughed. "Everything?"
"Everything," the other agreed.
The twins looked at each other and giggled.
Adam felt a twinge in his genitals and wondered if it were his imagination or were the girls trying to tell him something. It was an interesting possibility, and he'd have to look into it.
The next girl was Christine, a tall seventeen-year-old blonde of Swedish extraction. From her folder Adam extracted the startling information that she believed in nudity and an open frankness about matters of sex. She had magnificent legs, and openly displayed them for his admiring gaze while they talked. Adam got the distinct impression that sex was one facet of everyday life Christine accepted.
Elsa was a short-haired blonde, shorter and stockier than some of the others, with very athletic legs and a kind of homey attitude toward everything. She confessed that she enjoyed gymnasium and sports more than some of the academic routines and had an overwhelming desire to be gregarious.
Fanny was aptly named. She was an attractive brunette, well aware of her assets. Her legs were nice, as were her breasts, but it was her behind she twitched the most. On the way out, she gave it a few extra exaggerated gyrations Adam was certain were for his benefit. At the door, she even paused to look back and make sure he'd been watching the performance.
Gabrielle, for a change of pace, was a redhead.
A French exchange student, Adam wondered how French she was exactly. The rest of her was lovely indeed, but the one thing he noticed about her were her full, richly red and sensitive lips and the way her tongue came out every once in a while to massage them in a sensuous manner. Adam could just picture that warm, wet mouth kissing his testicles, that educated tongue licking the shaft of his stiff penis; those ruby lips enclosing the head of his cock and moving down over it....
Still another change of pace was Jane. Adam was sure the other students called her Plain Jane behind her back. She wouldn't have been bad if she'd tried a little harder in the makeup and clothes departments. She had a good basic figure and a face that wasn't homely, merely not pretty. She was understandably shy, and Adam found himself feeling sorry for her.
Maybe I'll fuck her, he thought pleasantly, just to give her a little fun and excitement.
When Tracy came in, Adam wasn't at all sure he liked her. She seemed hostile, feeling that the school was beneath her but at the moment it was all her family could afford. She had an icy loveliness, however, a brittle, china doll quality, and Adam wondered if a good stiff penis in the right place might not take the starch out of her.
There was certainly no starch in Mitzi. A wild-haired redhead, she couldn't seem to sit still while he was talking to her. She kept crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs and staring at him as though she wanted to eat him up. She contained an animal vitality that excited Adam very much.
Part of the excitement stemmed from her squirming restlessly on the chair in front of him. She wore a miniskirt, and frequently Adam got an intriguing glimpse of her inner thighs, often right up to her crotch. She wore a thin covering of panties pulled tight to emphasize and outline the lips of her vagina, and tufts of ruddy hair poked out along the sides of the cloth.
From time to time, she caught the direction of his gaze, and her excitement mounted. She knew what she was doing, all right, Adam decided with wonder and expectation.
When the interview was over, she paused at the door. She said, "I think we're going to get along fine, Mr. Fucks."
Adam laughed. "I'm sure we will, Mitzi. The name is Fawkes, by the way. If you ever need to-well, to talk about anything, just let me know."
"How about tonight? " she suggested.
That one surprised him. "Tonight?"
"Sure. I understand you're staying at the gardener's cottage." She smiled. "I know where it is. I visited the gardener a few times last semester. I'll sneak out later, when everyone's asleep, and well-" She licked her lips expectantly. "-we'll talk."
When the door closed behind her, Adam found himself trembling. His body was bathed in perspiration, and his penis was standing at attention. The ten young girls who'd passed through his office had really gotten to him. He'd expected perhaps one or two of the girls would submit to some form of sexual fun, but it looked like all of them might be vulnerable and capable of being opened up by the tool that hung ready between his legs.
He might even, he thought with a smile, have Pepita put a little Spanish Fly in his morning oatmeal to keep him going!