Chapter 8
During his classes the next, day, Adam carefully examined the faces of the girls, searching for clues as to which one of them had sneaked into his bed the previous night, had sex with him, then fled into the darkness.
It wasn't Mitzi, of that he was sure; but there were several other intriguing possibilities. It had been fun, but knowing exactly who he'd done it with would make the pleasure all the more intense. However, none of the girls' attitudes had changed. April gave him the innocent look. Fanny wiggled her ass at him whenever she could. Jane was as shy as ever. Gabrielle licked her chops and gave him hungry looks that told how she'd like to eat him up. Tracy ignored him with a coolness that was usual for her. Christine gave him flashes of her crotch and legs.
He'd just have to wait to see who showed up tonight. The happy thought had also occurred to him that perhaps the girls were taking turns. Mitzi had first crack at him. Then there was the mystery girl. And tonight?
Adam smiled all day thinking about it. He took turns himself, mentally undressing each one of the girls and shoving his penis into her mouth andIor vagina. By the time classes were over he was so worked up he could hardly sit still. By that time it didn't matter to him particularly which one of the girls came to him that night, just so long as one of them came. That's what he thought anyway, until he was forced to make a decision about it.
Mitzi stopped him briefly after dinner, and whispered, "How about tonight, Mr. Fawkes?"
Adam's impulse was to say yes. Then he thought: No. Why scare off the others? He said, "Better wait a couple more days."
She looked disappointed, but there was no time to argue with him about it. Watching her move seductively away from him, Adam hoped he hadn't done the wrong thing. He still had fond memories of the redhead's hot crotch engulfing his penis, her hips swirling in a crazy rhythm, her breasts mashing against his chest....
That night Adam undressed in darkness and slipped into bed without putting on his pajamas. Why waste time? He waited, staring up at the lighted windows in the girls' rooms nearby. Most of the shades were drawn. Christine's wasn't, but the girl herself wasn't in sight.
Perhaps, he thought pleasantly, she's sneaking out this very instant, heading over here to take her turn with me.
The thought made his penis tingle with expectation. A moment later, he caught sight of the girl in her room, which exploded his theory. She was fully dressed. From his position he could only see to a point just below her crotch, but it was an inspiring sight just the same. It became even more inspiring when she began to undress without pulling down the shades. Automatically, Adam reached under the covers to fondle his naked penis.
Christine was making a production out of it. She eased one button after another out of its buttonhole as though she were a stripper performing before an appreciative but sexually impatient audience. It seemed forever before the last button had slipped its notch and she peeled it from her body, to reveal a full, firm pair of breasts barely encased in a straining bra. Her breasts jiggled whitely in the overhead lights of her room as she stretched and yawned.
Adam sat up as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing a pair of flimsy panties. He'd often seen her panties when she spread her legs to give him a view in the classrooms, and the sight was even more exhilarating now. He held his breath as she reached behind her with both hands to unsnap the hooks holding her bra. She succeeded, then shrugged off the restraining garment with a motion that set her breasts to jiggling with a delightfully unrestrained rhythm.
Come on, Adam thought. Take off the panties now.
He'd seen her briefly last night when she was naked. He wanted to take a long, lingering look now.
She was accommodating. She hooked her fingers into the elastic band of her panties and worked them down over her hips while her body wriggled seductively. When she was naked she stood on her tiptoes and stretched luxuriously. Her breasts rose with the movement, and Adam's eyes feasted upon the treasures. But there were other goodies to hunger for. His eyes roamed over her firm, athletic yet slim female body, across the smooth expanse of golden belly, into the wispy area of her pubic hair forming a golden triangle at the junction of her slim, marvelously-formed legs.
He'd gotten himself worked up during the day thinking about the sex-to-be for that night. Now, at the sight of the glorious female creature exposing herself to him, his loins really cried out for release. His penis was up good and stiff and throbbing with increasing passion. His testicles were tight, expectant.
Perhaps, he thought, this is just a preliminary. Maybe she's just getting me worked up so she can come down here and take advantage of it.
It was a vain thought. Inwardly, Adam realized this even when he thought it. Yet the hope persisted, especially when Christine decided to do a nude dance in front of the uncovered window. He couldn't hear any music except the pounding of the blood in his temples, but the blonde girl was doing a fast, rhythmic dance that shook her breasts, gyrated her pelvis, jerked her hips in a way that suggested she was having an orgasm to music.
After a few minutes of watching that, Adam felt his body covered with sweat. Something was going to have to give, and he wished his date for that evening would hurry. A horrible thought followed on the heels of that one: suppose none of the girls came to see him!
The thought was intensified when Christine stopped her dance, walked calmly over to the window and lowered the shade. An instant later, the light in her room went out.
Adam waited. The seconds ticked away into minutes, the minutes into a half-hour. He realized no one was going to visit him. If only he hadn't spurned Mitzi's offer. He'd love right now to shove his stiff prick deep into her hot, always ready cunt.
If only he could sneak into the school, creep unnoticed up the stairs to the second floor and hop into the sack with the redhead. She wouldn't mind.
Except he didn't know which room she was in. It would be just his luck to blunder into the wrong room, or to be discovered. She undoubtedly had a roommate; most of the girls did. Besides, the instructors slept up there, too, close to the girls. The only ones who slept on the first floor were Pepita and her fat mother.
Pepita! The thought of her turned him on.
Visions of the lovely, dark-skinned girl made his head swim with longing. Her dark eyes flashed seductively, her teeth gleamed, she wet her red lips with her tongue; under her skimpy dress her breasts jiggled; her hips moved sensuously; her long legs gleamed as she pulled her dress up along her body....
Adam opened his eyes to the darkness of his ceiling. It seemed impossible, but the thought was there firmly wedged in his mind, and the more he thought about it the less impossible it seemed.
Sex was surely no stranger to Pepita, not at age sixteen. She'd seemed grateful that he'd paid her some attention in the kitchen that day and his offer to teach her things in her spare time had been met with a great deal of gratitude and the question: "But how could I ever repay you?"
Adam smiled. Perhaps tonight he could show her how she could pay in advance.
Impulsively, before he could talk himself out of the daring adventure, Adam swung out of the bed, rose and dressed swiftly. On the off chance that someone saw him, he wanted to have all his clothes on, so he could say he was investigating a possible prowler. He would be considered a hero rather than a half-dressed older man wandering among the room of girl students.
He opened the door and paused, looking out at the grounds. They were silent, unmoving. His glance went up to the windows of the girls' rooms, but there was no indication of any movement there. Quickly Adam went out, closed the door behind him and raced across the lawn. Fortunately, the night was dark, with clouds obscuring the moon and stars, and he felt sure he made it to the gym door without being seen.
His heart raced as he fished for the keys in his pocket. It was crazy but he felt an additional sexual excitement from what he was doing; his penis hadn't subsided since he left his bed.
He fitted the key to the lock, twisted it, pushed the door noiselessly open. Silently he made his way across the darkened gymnasium, eased open the door to the corridor, then slipped out. Tiny lights were lit along the way but they shone on no movement but his own as he walked swiftly but cautiously along.
During his tour of the place, Miss Henshaw had pointed out where Pepita and her mother slept, a small room near the kitchen. Adam had automatically filed that piece of information in his mind without even realizing it might come in handy.
Adam found the room with no trouble at all. The door was closed. He held his head against it, listening. He thought he could detect the sound of the mother snoring. He held his breath, gripped the doorknob and turned it. An instant later, he pushed the door gently inward a fraction of an inch so that the shaft of light behind him could enter the room. He paused again, but no sound came from the bedroom except the loud snores. Adam quickly opened the door, darted inside, closed the door behind him.
He stood by the door for a few seconds, listening, letting his eyes become accustomed to the dimness. In addition to the snores of the mother, he detected soft, gentle breathing sounds from the other end of the room. A soft light filtered in through the blinds, and after awhile Adam could make out the furniture in the room and its occupants.
The mother's huge bulk rested in one bed, her face turned toward the wall. From the sounds she made, it seemed an earthquake wouldn't awaken her. Adam's eyes went across the room to the other bed, and the sight made him gasp. Pepita lay on her back, her eyes closed, her long, black hair spread out over the white pillow. The blankets down around her middle, showing off her top half, clad in a very thin nightgown. As Adam wet his lips in anticipation, he squinted his eyes to see her firm young breasts pressing upward as she breathed, with the nipples poking into the cloth.
His fingers itched to touch those lovely breasts. He felt his stiff penis throb, giving him an added incentive. He moved quietly toward the girl and knelt beside her. He wondered how deeply she slept. Adam had known girls with whom he'd had complete sexual intercourse without them waking, thinking later it had been a dream. It was not safe to count on it, however; most girls would awaken very soon after insertion. Still, if he were very careful....
He reached out with both hands and boldly covered her breasts with his hands, gently massaging, feeling the nipple rise up to meet his palm. Pepita smiled in her sleep and raised her body to meet his hands. She was obviously aware of his touch and might awaken any second, but Adam couldn't stop. And he didn't want to. His mind was in a turmoil of pleasure from the touch of the young girl's body, even through the thin cloth of her nightie.
He took one of his hands from her breasts and swept aside the blankets. Her nightgown was pulled up around her hips, showing off her lovely legs, and the juncture where a black triangle of hair covered her crotch. Eagerly, Adam pushed the nightgown up over her neck and hesitated for a moment drinking in the lovely sight so close to him. Her breasts were really beautiful, like small but succulent apples, with the tips a dark brown and up hard.
He couldn't resist. He bent his head, licked one of the nipples, then took it between his lips and sucked it greedily. Pepita moaned, threw out her arms and pulled his head into close contact with her bosom.
"Oh, Juan," she said in her sleep.
The sound of her voice startled Adam, but he was sure she was still asleep, now dreaming he was a boyfriend of hers back home. It would be funny, he thought, if he were able to go through the entire sex act with her while she dreamt of someone else. No, on second thought, funny isn't the word for it. It would be ego-damaging perhaps but also delightful to know he'd gotten away with something so pleasurable without getting caught.
His lips continued sucking her nipple, while his hands moved over her stomach, down below into the tangle of black pubic hair, along the slopes of each thigh, then covered her crotch.
She murmured again and clutched him closer, at the same time spreading her thighs wide in invitation. Adam pressed his palm tightly against her vaginal lips, exulting in the feel of their moist warmness. He couldn't take much more of this. He reached down, unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect sex organ.
Just at that moment, the girl's eyes fluttered open!
At first there was no recognition in them. She still thought she was dreaming. Then her eyes widened in sudden alarm and her mouth opened to make an outcry. Adam quickly placed his hand over her mouth, stifling the sound.
"Shh." he hissed. "I'm not going to hurt you, Pepita."
She stopped struggling and relaxed on the bed, her face still uncertain. Adam took the opportunity to snake a finger into the girl's vagina. She winced and bit her lip, but it was from the unexpected pleasure rather than any pain. He moved his finger in and out of the folds of hot, moist flesh, rubbing the girl's clitoris with each stroke.
When he took his hand from her mouth, she whispered, "But Senor Fawkes, we should not be doing this. My mother...."
"Your mother won't wake up until morning," Adam said. "We've got plenty of time. You like me, don't you, Pepita?"
The girl hesitated, then nodded.
"And you like me to play with your hot little cunt, don't you, Pepita? And you like me to kiss your breasts like this."
She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as Adam's lips attacked her nipples, as his fingers moved with an increasingly furious rhythm between her legs.
"Oh yes, Senor," she gritted, "it-is-very nice."
"And I've got something else for you that's nice," he said, "move over."
"But there is not much room."
"Enough," he said.
She moved over, and he got onto the bed with her, took her hand and guided it down to his crotch. Her hand encircled his stiff flesh. The touch of her slim fingers made his penis throb with renewed activity.
"Senor Fawkes is very excited," the girl said.
"Damn right I am, baby. I want to fuck you."
Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his and shot his tongue deep past her lips, moving his tongue back and forth with a frenzy. One hand moved from one of her breasts to the other, feeling, massaging. His other hand stayed between her legs, with one finger plunging in and out of the opening.
She was getting as excited as he was. He could feel her heart beat wildly under her rib cage. Her breathing was erratic. A sheen of perspiration covered her writhing body.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Pepita?"
"No, Senor. My boyfriend back home.... "
"How long has it been since you've fucked, since you've had a man's stiff cock up your cunt?"
She thought a moment. "Too long," she said finally. "Too long."
She made no resistance as he climbed on top of her. She reached down between them, took his stiff penis in her hands and guided him into the opening.
Oh baby, Adam thought, you've got a tight cunt, just the way I like it!
As he squeezed in all the way, her muscles contracted about him, and for a moment he thought he'd have an immediate orgasm. But he held back, wanting it to last. The sensation passed, and another one took its place. He began the motion, in and out, sliding his stiff penis almost all the way out, then shoving it quickly in. Pepita clamped her legs about his back, and rocked back and forth, corkscrewing her hips each time. Her hands clutched, pulling him close to her so she could rake her breast tips back and forth across his naked chest.
Adam held her shoulders in his hands and kissed the young girl passionately. Her nipples were like hot nails against him, her thighs like a vise; as he worked his flesh into her the motions of her writhing body under his drove him crazy with the intensity of the pleasure she was giving him.
Pepita was enjoying it as much as he. She murmured and groaned against his mouth while her body continued its frantic search for pleasure. She twisted and rocked under him, clamping her legs tighter, rolling her hips one way and another, bumping and grinding against his loins. He could almost feel the tension building deep inside her like a winding spring, getting tighter and tighter until....
She pulled her lips from his and muttered, "Oh, oh, oh!" and shook and trembled with an orgasm so intense Adam feared the bed would collapse under them.
He felt his own coming an instant later. He increased the fury of his thrusts, then plunged his penis deep inside her and held it there, lifting her hips with his hands, and came in a series of spasmodic bursts that made both of them wince.
For a few minutes afterward they lay in each other's arms, not speaking. Adam was thoroughly sated. His tensions were gone, he felt content. She had been a good lay. Still his fingers roamed over her breasts, circling the hippies, dancing down along her stomach and legs, touching the wet, tangled hair between her legs. Her own hands fondled his limp penis with affection.
"You had better go, Senor," Pepita said after awhile.
Adam nodded. He became suddenly aware that the girl's mother was still snoring soundly in her own bed on the opposite side of the room. There was little danger of discovery from her, but now that he'd been satisfied, there was little excuse for remaining.
"I'd like to see you again, Pepita," Adam said. The girl hesitated. "If you wish," she said simply-
He kissed her full on the lips, then rose and adjusted his clothing.
The trip back to his own cottage was as uneventful as his sneaking into the main school building to seduce Pepita. Even so, he sighed with relief once in the cottage with the door closed.
He got undressed in the dark and was about to slip into bed, when he noticed suddenly that the bed was occupied by a totally naked redhead who propped herself up on her elbows and smiled sexily at him.
"I know you told me not to, but I couldn't help myself. I've been waiting for you," Mitzi said.