Chapter 5
There were no classes scheduled for that first day. Various teachers were assigned to show groups of the girls about the school. Adam was one of these, though he himself was a newcomer, and he was self-consciously aware that many of the girls were more interested in sizing him up than the buildings. Besides, many of them had been here before and knew where everything was. The presence of a relatively young, handsome male teacher was something else.
Without being obvious about it, Adam looked his group of girls over, too, mentally undressing each one of them, imagining he was touching their breasts, their golden thighs, the delightful openings between their slim legs. Some of the other girls were not bad, but Adam was pleased to discover that he seemed to have gotten the cream of the crop-as far as sex was concerned, anyway. Plain Jane might be an exception, but then her gratitude at being fucked might generate an enthusiasm that would make all the difference in the world. Time would tell, and Adam was itching for it to give up its message.
Dinnertime arrived, and the girls crowded into the mess hall. Adam sat at a separate table with the other teachers. He would much rather have sat among the girls, but apparently too much fraternization was frowned upon. During the course of the meal, while Pepita bustled about with huge steaming dishes-I'll bet she has a tasty steaming
I dish in her crotch, he thought, and Damn, but I'm getting hornier than ever!-aided by her mother who huffed and puffed around the tables, Adam was aware once again that the girls were staring at him. Not that he minded, though. A nice healthy interest in the opposite sex was good for the soul, among other things.
Gabrielle, for example, the exchange student, looked at him with smoldering, passion-slitted eyes while she nibbled at a carrot. As he watched, she let her pink tongue roll all over the sides and the tip of it. Adam shuddered, getting the message. He felt an answering response in his groin; he could almost feel that sensuous tongue moving over his penis.
April gave him a sweetly innocent smile. He wondered if she was really all that innocent. Before he got through with her, she wouldn't be. How virginal-looking would a young girl appear, he wondered, with his balls resting on her chin?
Redheaded Mitzi was looking at him, too. She used one hand for eating, while the other was under the table, apparently in her lap. Adam detected a slight shoulder and arm movement on her body, which rocked almost imperceptibly back and forth. She was masturbating! She had her finger under her skirt, imbedded in her cunt, working it back and forth across her clitoris! The realization excited Adam all the more. Too bad he wasn't sitting next to her. They could have a little under-the-table fun to help along their appetites.
When dinner was over, the girls scattered, adjourning to their rooms, to the game room or the library. Pepita and her mother got busy gathering up the dirty dishes to stack in the huge dishwasher in the kitchen. Adam was truly impressed at the amount of work the two women did, going through this routine three times a day. He was even more impressed with Pepita's cute little figure outfitted very fetchingly in the snug, white uniform. He determined to go to the kitchen some time when her mother wasn't around so he could sound her out, feel her up, and maybe put it in her among the pots and pans.
On a whim, Adam decided to stop by the library. There were several girls sitting about the tables, and a few more bending and stretching about the stacks. One of them was so stacked Adam immediately recognized her as she bent over to look at a title on the bottom shelf and the skirt stretched taut across her firm, rounded buttocks. He'd know Fanny anyplace. He walked into the room and rambled about, selected a book at random and sat down at a table with it. At a nearby table sat Christine; under it he could see her long, beautiful legs below her hiked-up skirt. She glanced up at him and smiled, then returned to her book. But it seemed to Adam she spread her legs slightly to give him a better view of her inner thighs all the way up to her tantalizing crotch.
He felt his penis tingle with excitement and forced himself to look away. Plain Jane was at another table, her nose buried in a book which she actually seemed to be reading. When the door opened, Adam's heart did a dance, for Mitizi appeared, looking around. When her eyes found him, she grinned, found a book swiftly without even looking at the title and came to sit beside him.
"I didn't know you were interested in marine biology," he said.
"Oh sure, I am," she said in a low voice. "Also, navy and soldier biology, not to mention civilian."
A sharp girl, he thought. He was about to reply when her hand on his leg cut him off. She gripped him firmly above the knee and squeezed. Adam wet his lips and looked around. There were no instructors in the library, and all the girls seemed absorbed in their own readings, even Christine, whose legs seemed even farther apart than before. The combination of the sight of her golden crotch and Mitzi's exploring hand gave him a swift and unrelenting erection.
"Would you explain this to me, Mr. Fawkes," Mitzi asked him, edging her chair forward and pushing the book closer to him.
Adam gulped and closed his eyes for a moment as her hand dropped directly in his lap, palm downward. He opened them quickly as she began massaging the bulge in his trousers. She rubbed and squeezed through the cloth until his penis was up stiff and throbbing. His fingers itched to touch her. He looked around swiftly, then plunged his hand under her dress. He shot it up between her legs and placed a palm directly on her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties, and he could feel the hot, moist vaginal lips pulsing against his flesh for a brief instant.
To his surprise she screamed.
Fortunately for the position of her dress, she rose, and the dress tumbled down to a more sedate position. The chair turned over with a crash. Adam didn't have to look around to know that a lot of feminine eyes were on him at that moment.
Mitzi seemed genuinely flustered. "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry."
She righted the chair, picked up her books and fled the room.
Adam felt distinctly uncomfortable. He tried to pretend Mitzi's actions were a complete mystery to him, but at the same time he felt the blood rise to color his cheeks. He returned to his book as though nothing had happened, but not before he caught Christine's knowing grin from across the room. The tall blonde had seemed preoccupied, but Adam had the notion she knew exactly what had been going on under his table.
Obviously Mitzi wasn't a prude; his sudden attack in public had startled her, he was sure of that. But he'd been so excited by the touch of her hand on his genitals, he'd thrown reason and caution to the winds. That had been a mistake. If one of the instructors or Miss Henshaw had been there, there would've been hell to pay. Adam determined to be more careful-if his sex urge let him.
After awhile, he replaced the book on the shelf and casually sauntered out, not looking back, though he was certain several pairs of female eyes were watching him with interest-Christine's certainly; perhaps Fanny's. When he was a discreet distance down the hallway, he glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to find Plain Jane staring after him.
A short while later, Adam said goodnight to the assembled group of female instructors and headed toward his cottage. He undressed and put on his pajamas in the darkness, then built a small fire in the fireplace, and slipped into the bed that was a couch by day. The mattress was soft and the fire warm, and he felt quite content.
He thought about Mitzi. She'd made a date with him at the cottage, but he doubted that she'd show up after what happened in the library. Maybe she was all-or mostly, considering her blatant fondling of his genitals-talk.
A movement across the way drew his attention from redheaded Mitzi. Lights were on in several rooms, but shades had been drawn on most. As he watched, a light went on in one room, and sweet little April came into the room. She looked around for a moment, then began undoing the buttons of her blouse. As Adam watched closely, his pulse beginning to beat faster, she removed her blouse to reveal pert little breasts tucked in a bra. She reached behind her to unsnap the fastening, just as Plain Jane came in. Jane reacted with horror to the sight of the undrawn shade and quickly drew it down, blotting out the tantalizing sight. "Damn!" Adam cursed.
His gaze went to another lighted room. Christine appeared suddenly, clad in a towel which she rubbed over her naked, glistening. body. She stood near the window so Adam could see her glorious well-shaped breasts, her wide hips, the tangle of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. He felt his penis rise in admiration of the female body which Christine took great delight in rubbing in front of the window. She moved the towel briskly over her bobbing breasts, along the insides of each thigh, over her crotch.
Then she smiled in his direction and slowly lowered the shade.
"She knew I was watching," Adam breathed.
It was an invigorating thought. He reached down and touched his penis. It was up hard and stiff. It'd be a shame to jerk off when there was so much female meat around. He decided to give Mitzi another half hour.
The half hour passed, became an hour. Despite his excitement, the soft bed and the warm fire began taking their toll. Adam's eyes drooped, and he dozed.
He was awakened by the sound of a door opening.
"Mr. Fawkes?" It was Mitzi's voice. "Are you in there?"
"Over here. Close the door."
She closed the door and tiptoed across to him. As back-lighted by the fire in the fireplace, she had only a baby doll nightgown on. Without further invitation, she slipped under the blankets, slithered over and pressed her body tight against him.
"I'm sorry I screamed in the library this evening," she said. "When you put your hand on my pussy, you startled me."
"Nothing like when you put your hand on my cock," he said. "But it's well worth it all."
"Mmmmm, yes," she said, nibbling on his ear.
Adam's hands roamed uninhibitedly over her firmly young body. He ran his hands over the small of her back, down to cup both half-moons of her buttocks in his hand, dipping a finger under the crevices to touch the hot, wet region between her legs. He pulled her closer so the front of her ground into his stiff penis.
She opened up her nightie to press tender young breasts against his chest. Then her hands went into the fly of his pajamas to touch and caress his throbbing penis.
"Wait," he said, "I'll take them off."
He moved back slightly so he could remove his pajamas. In one swift move she pulled off her own brief covering, then attacked his with equal vigor. When they were completely naked, she pressed in close to him, her hands eagerly rushing to hold his turgid penis once more. She rubbed her hands all over it like a child with a new toy, cradled his testicles, squeezed them gently.
His own hands were busy on her, touching her nipples, massaging her breasts. He kissed her hungrily, burying his tongue deep in her mouth. His mouth dipped to her cheeks and her throat, then along the slope of one breast, kissing and licking until he got to a nipple, already stiff with passion. He took it between his lips and sucked. His hand moved along her legs, widening them. He cupped the soft mound at the junction, rubbed the furry precipice in time to her squeals of delight, then hooked a finger into the opening.
She spread her legs even more and began jerking his penis with a frantic rhythm.
Adam smiled. "You really like to be fucked, don't you, honey?"
"Mmmmm," she murmured, "I love it."
"Then tell me," he urged.
"I love to be fucked," she said. "Fuck me; fuck me good."
"Tell me more," he said. "Do you like my cock?"
"Oh yes, I love your cock. Your sweet, hard cock. I'm crazy about it, Mr. Fawkes. I want your cock deep in me. In my hot pussy. Fucking me."
Adam felt more excited than he had in a long while. The sounds of a teenage girl talking dirty always turned him on, especially when he had a finger up her cunt and her hand was working over his stiff cock.
Well, the cute little redhead had asked for a fucking, and she was going to get it-but good. Adam moved over, twisting to hover above her naked, sweating figure. In the firelight, her eyes gleamed expectantly. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow. Her firm breasts heaved. As he lowered his body, she kept hold of his penis, guiding it into her. When the tip was in, Adam thrust forward with a mighty heave. She was no virgin, he was sure of that. She took the full length of him with no trouble.
She grunted, squealed, clamped her legs about his body, locking her ankles behind his back with such intensity he winced. Then she began rocking back and forth, grinding her crotch into his groin, doing little bumps of delight, twisting her buttocks as she lifted them from the bed.
Adam held onto the young girl's shoulders as he plunged into her with a rhythm slow at first but rapidly picked up speed. Her cunt may have been used, but it was in excellent shape. It was tight and the muscles gripped him with convulsive spasms that almost made him come sooner than he wanted to. Her nipples raked his chest like hot nails. Her mouth was mashing against his, the tongue exploring deeply, shooting in and out, in and out, the way his penis was doing between her legs.
Her pretty face grew red with passion. Her eyes glazed. Her hips went so wild he had to grasp them with both hands and dig his fingers into the gyrating flesh to keep from bucking off the bed. The couch bedsprings squeaked protestingly as the two bodies went into a flurry of motion. Her nails raked his back. Her sharp teeth nipped at his lips, his cheek, his earlobes.
And she began shouting, screaming, squealing uncontrollably as she entered the throes of orgasm.
"Hey!" Adam yelled. "Stop the noise."
He had visions of lights going on all over the school, of someone discovering the girl was missing, of Miss Henshaw coming out to the cottage to find out what all the noise was about.
Finally, he had to cover her lips with his mouth and stick his tongue deep inside, so she could emit only moans. He raced to have an orgasm to match hers. She won by a fraction of a second. Her legs released him and flayed the air behind his back as she grunted with each spasm that rocked her.
It was Adam's turn to let loose, and he did so with a long lingering sigh as his stiff penis pumped burst after burst of semen deep inside the redhead's vagina.
Satisfied she would be quiet now, he rolled off her and watched her heaving, sweaty breasts touched by the light of the fire.
"I'm sorry I yelled, Mr. Fawkes," she said apologetically. "I guess I'm just a loud lay."
"But a very good one," Adam said gallantly, leaning to kiss the nipple nearest his face.
Encouraged by his action, she reached to pull him closer to her, but he backed off.
"No more tonight," he said. "You'd better get back to bed, before someone misses you."
"I'm rooming with Elsa," Mitzi said. "She'll cover for me." A pause. "But you're right, I'd better get back. I'll see you again, won't I?"
"I'm sure you will."
"I hope so." She hesitated. "I know a young girl like me isn't supposed to have sex with guys, especially strangers. But I just can't help myself. I can never get enough."
Adam smiled. "I'll do all I can to help you with your problem," he assured her. "Now go."
Reluctantly, Mitzi rose from the bed, her body glistening sensuously in the firelight, and drew on her nightgown--. A moment later, she darted out the door and across the lawn toward the school building. Adam rose to his elbows to watch her until she sneaked into the gymnasium entrance. Suddenly, his eyes went up to a second story window, now dark. There'd been a slight glint, as though the moonlight had caught the big lenses of night binoculars. It was Christine's room!
Adam settled back with a satisfied grin. Christine's interest in his sex life was a good sign. He was sure that before long, the tall blonde would not be content with merely watching, but would want to participate.
And Adam Fawkes, good sexual Samaritan that he was, would let her.