Chapter 6
Adam had four sixty-minute English classes during the day: two in the morning, two in the evening. Between times he was in his tiny but adequate office (it even boasted a small couch!) correcting papers, thinking up assignments or giving counseling to one of the young lovelies assigned to him for guidance.
It was this last chore that appealed to him most, and his mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of guiding the young girl to the couch and guiding his stiff penis up between her legs.
At mid-morning, a knock came at the office door and an inquiring Mitzi stuck her red head in. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Fawkes?"
"Of course," he said. "Come in."
She came in and closed the door behind her. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement, and Adam noted how nicely her full breasts were heaving under the tight blouse. She sat in the chair before his desk and crossed her legs.
"I-want to apologize for last night," she said. "I guess you think I'm a slut."
Adam shook his head. "Not at all, Mitzi. I admire a girl who's honest about enjoying sex."
"Yeah," Mitzi said thoughtfully. "I really do dig it. Trouble is, I want it all the time. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this-I mean, I hardly know you-but after last night.... "
"We were pretty close," Adam admitted, suppressing a grin.
"...I think of you as a friend," Mitzi went on. "The thing is, I'm always hot. I'd fuck all the time if I could. I like the feel of a guy's cock in my hands, in my pussy, even in my mouth."
Adam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The pretty redhead's conversation was beginning to reach him.
"I didn't do that to you last night, did I?" she said. "I mean, suck you off. Just thinking about it makes me all hot and bothered. I wish I could do it right now."
"So do I," Adam admitted hoarsely.
"Do you?" she said, excited. She glanced at her watch. "We still have fifteen minutes, before my next class. Why don't I go down on you?"
She leaped up and before Adam could protest, was kneeling in front of him, unzipping his fly, reaching in and pulling out his stiff penis. He didn't really want to protest anyway. He knew the dangers involved in doing anything with one of the girls right in his office, but his male flesh was up good and hard, and the main urge on his mind at that instant was letting Mitzi put it in her mouth.
"Okay," he said, "but make it a fast blowjob."
She took his genitals out, testicles and all, and cradled the balls with one hand while she gripped the base of his shaft with the other. She didn't bother with preliminaries. She opened her mouth wide and took his penis in her mouth, closed her lips and began sucking furiously.
Adam sighed with pleasure and made motions with his hips that drew his penis deep into her mouth. It would've made a great scene, he thought, if somebody walked in just then. Here he was sitting in his chair behind the desk, his legs spread, his genitals sticking out, while the young redhead knelt in front of him trying to eat him up.
It was then Adam remembered the door to the office was unlocked! The thought terrified him.
He almost panicked. Good sense told him he should pull his penis out of Mitzi's eager mouth, zip up his fly and send her packing. But he was feeling much too good for that. Just a few minutes longer, he thought, and I'll come.
Meanwhile, to be on the safe side, he inched his chair over to the opening in his desk and backed Mitzi into it. This way, if anybody looked in, they wouldn't see her down there. Of course, he thought, it was un-likely that anyone would come in.
The thought had hardly passed through his mind when a knock came at the door, and before he could answer, Miss Henshaw opened the door and came in, smiling.
"Mr. Fawkes," she trilled, "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Adam forced a calm smile to his face. He stopped all movement of his hips and reached down with one hand to hold Mitzi's head steady. The girl stopped, but she kept her mouth enclosed about his penis.
"Well, I was busy looking over some papers," he said, shuffling some of them around with his free hand.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a second," she said, not taking the hint.
She sat on the chair in front of him and began taking much more than a second. It was about some administrative problems, yet Adam couldn't remember afterward what she'd said; he considered it a miracle that he was able to hold any kind of a rational conversation at all.
Under the desk, Mitzi had become restless. A glance downward showed Adam that the girl had changed her position. She was now sitting down, with her skirt up, her legs wide, her fingers working madly in and out of the opening between her legs. And she began sucking on him with renewed enthusiasm.
Adam remembered what a noisy lay she was, and he worried lest she start moaning and groaning as she approached orgasm. That would really screw up his career at the school! His only hope was to shoot his wad into her throat as soon as he could and get the whole thing over with, even if it meant doing it while Miss Henshaw sat across from him calmly discussing matters of school business.
As surreptitiously as possible, he began shifting his penis around the girl's mouth. Mitzi took this as a cue and began working a frantic rhythm over him, moving up and down with such intensity her head occasionally bumped into the desk. Fortunately, her wealth of red hair cushioned the blow and silenced it. Her lips tightened about the shaft as she raised and lowered her head faster and faster.
Adam gritted his teeth. He could feel himself coming. Mitzi sensed it too, for she removed her mouth from him. Oh no you don't! Adam thought. You're going to swallow the evidence, honey!
He took her face in both hands and forced her head down onto his penis again. She didn't resist. She liked all forms of sex too much to quibble. She opened her mouth and took the full length of his distended penis just as he let loose, shooting a hot stream of semen onto the roof of the girl's mouth. Mitzi swallowed until it was all gone, and only then did Adam release her.
"I have to be going," Miss Henshaw announced. She paused at the door. "Are you feeling well, Mr. Fawkes? Your face seems flushed."
"I'm fine, Miss Henshaw," he told her. "Just fine."
When she was gone, he collapsed in his chair with a sigh. He really did feel fine, just great in fact. He liked being sucked off by a young girl, and the recent adventure gave an additional thrill to the act. Of course, he wouldn't want to do it that way very often. It was rough on the blood pressure.
"Is she gone?" Mitzi asked from beneath the desk.
Adam nodded and helped her to her feet. He stuffed his now-limp penis back in his pants and zipped up. Mitzi looked longingly at it as though hoping it wouldn't disappear.
"Can I come over again tonight?" she asked. "We can fuck the regular way."
Adam hesitated. "We'd better wait a couple of nights. We don't want to make anyone suspicious."
He thought of Christine watching them with binoculars. He didn't think the girl would tell any of the teachers, but she might blab to some of the other girls and word would get around. Besides, if Christine had noticed Mitzi's flight to his cottage, so might others.
"Besides," he said with a laugh, "you take a lot out of a guy. I need time to recharge my batteries."
She smiled. "Not that long. You're quite a guy, Mr. Fawkes. One of the nicest I've ever had."
"Thanks." Coming from a young expert, it was a compliment. "Despite the fact you're the noisiest, you're one of the best I've ever had, too."
It was the truth, but then every lay he had seemed like the best to Adam at the time-unless the girl was a completely hopeless asexual, and he avoided those. Then Mitzi was gone, leaving him to compose himself for his next class.
In English II, the subject was Shakespeare. As Adam lectured he wondered how many of the girls, if any, had any suspicions of the double en-tendres in some of the playwright's lines, and of the blatant sexuality whose meanings had become changed and obscured over the years. He knew better than to bring it up, of course; there was another item he was interested in bringing up-the penis now resting ill-at-ease in his pants.
The main reason for its being ill-at-ease was the presence in his class of April, looking bright and pretty and freshly scrubbed. With a nice body, good breasts, healthy looking legs, she seemed like the typical high school student out of some 1930 movie musical. She didn't flaunt her body-about as some of the girls did, and she didn't mind if her short skirt was up over her knees, but she made sure her legs stayed together in lady-like fashion.
Adam found himself being attracted to her even more because of her innocent appearance. It would be a real challenge getting her naked, fondling her young breasts, shoving his cock up between her thrashing legs.
Adam sighed. It all seemed very remote and un-likely, but it was pleasant to daydream about it.
Fanny was also in that particular class, and her sexuality was a bit more brazen, though it wasn't of the spread-leg variety that Christine practiced. When the class was over and the other students filed out for lunch, Fanny came up to Adam's desk to ask him questions regarding something in her English book. She stood beside his chair and bent over the book to explain her difficulties, but Adam had his own difficulties-in paying attention to what she was saying.
Her youthful body was very close to him, and he could smell the sweet perfume of it. His gaze wandered over her hips,, along her thighs. If he casually dropped his hand beside her, the fingers would graze her legs. The thought intrigued him, but he didn't follow through on it. Instead, he thought other thoughts and leaned back in his chair as she kept talking, apparently oblivious to the fact he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. From his new vantage point, he could see her firm, rounded buttocks, with the skirt stretched tightly across it. The skirt, thanks to her bent-over-the desk position, was also pulled up so that the back of her smooth legs was visible almost to her crotch.
Adam felt his breath catch. All he had to do was lift his hand. It could go right up under her dress and into her crotch. His fingers itched at the thought, and he trembled with indecision. What would she do? Would she welcome his touch? Would she pretend that nothing was happening behind her back and rattle on about her English lesson while he fingered the lips of her beautiful cunt?
Or would she scream rape?
He didn't know. Indecision made him hesitate. His hand was already hanging beside the chair, a scant inch from her legs. It was Fanny who moved. She shifted over to .him, so that her ankle came into contact with the palm of his hand. She must've been aware of it, yet she didn't retreat. That was a good sign, and Adam took it as a hint. He moved his hand around to the inside of her ankle, with the palm touching her skin, and he began moving the hand, upward, along her leg, her inner thigh.
She kept talking, making no mention of his hand, her eyes glued to the book on his desk, her face flushed with growing excitement. When he shot his hand up into her crotch, she flinched but that was all. Smiling fully now, Adam ran his hand all over her pantied buttocks, feeling the warm skin through the thin cloth covering.
She's got a marvelous ass! he thought wonderingly. I'd like to see it naked. I'd like to take my cock and rub it all over an ass like this and into the crack and under between her legs into her juicy little cunt. It'd be fun fucking her in the ass-hole, too, I'd bet.
He fondled her rounded behind with his hand while one finger crooked beneath her legs and massaged the damp area directly over her vaginal lips.
Fanny was finding it extremely difficult to maintain her composure. Her words drifted off, and she closed her eyes and licked her lips, an ecstatic look on her face. She began rotating her buttocks and pushing them against Adam's hand.
The sound of a bell ringing startled them both. Adam snatched his hand away, and Fanny popped open her eyes. It was the bell signaling lunch-time had officially started. She snapped her book closed and moved away.
"Thanks for your help, Mr. Fawkes," she said, playing it straight.
"My pleasure," Adam said sincerely. "If you-uh-need any more help, let me know."
"I will," she promised, and left.
Adam smiled. Things were looking up. One of the things that was up was his penis, despite his recent blowjob at the hands and mouth of redheaded nympho Mitzi. He wondered how far he could've gone with Fanny if the bell hadn't interrupted them. Probably all the way. Well, he could save that for later, when he'd be able to see her magnificent young ass completely bare and fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked.
Between her and Mitzi, he was going to have his hands full of delightful goodies.
Then there was sweet, innocent little April. His loins ached when he thought of her.
I'm going to get into that snatch of hers, he decided, if I have to rape her!