Chapter 9

The session with Mitzi was, in more ways than one, an anti-climax. Having a thoroughly satisfying sexual interlude with Pepita had drained Adam physically and emotionally. Even so, the sight of the long-limbed redhead completely naked and ready for whatever delights he chose was inspiring enough for the schoolteacher to try.

Adam undressed and stretched out beside her. Mitzi immediately grabbed for his limp penis and began stroking it. The man made no resistance. It was always pleasant to have a young girl caress his genitals.

"You were with somebody else," Mitzi accused.

"How did you guess?"

"You're still sticky down here."

"Why don't you lick it off?" he suggested.

She hesitated, then echoed, "Why not."

Mitzi twisted about on the bed and lay with her red head resting along Adam's inner thigh. His penis was in her hands; she massaged it with her palms for a moment, then lowered her head to use her tongue on the tip of it for awhile.

It was very pleasant for Adam, but after his recent bout with the Mexican girl, he wasn't really in the mood. Of course, the sight of Mitzi's crotch almost thrust in his face couldn't be discounted. They were in a perfect position to sixty-nine, and Adam thought: why the hell not? It might turn him on again.

She was only too willing to spread her legs before his insistent hands. Many of the clouds had dispersed outside, and the moon shone brilliantly through his window on the girl's crotch. He could count every hair on her dewy cunt, if he wanted to. But he didn't want to, for he had other plans for it.

He parted the hair with his fingers and used one of them to rub the nub of her clitoris while he parted her cunt lips and blew gently into the opening.

She drew her tongue from his penis long enough to emit a long, drawn-out murmur, then lowered her head on him, swallowing up the full length of his male flesh to the base. He was still limp, but he showed signs of recovering, so she chomped furiously at him, moving his shaft from one side of her mouth to the other, using her tongue all the while.

Adam was beginning to get into the act in earnest. He extended his tongue and licked the opening between her legs. Someone had once told him that a woman's cunt tasted like clam chowder, and if he used his imagination, Adam could actually taste the essence. Well, whatever it was, the taste was sexy as hell. He gripped her buttocks in both hands and guided her backside closer to his face so his tongue could stick right up into her and wiggle all around.

Mitzi was going out of her mind. It didn't take much to get her going. She began trembling all over and wiggling her buttocks around so he had to grip them savagely to hold them in position. She almost shrieked as he pressed his lips full on her vaginal lips, puckered up, and blew a blast of hot breath into her.

She groaned and lifted her head. "Oh, that's wonderful, Mr. Fawkes. Do it again."

"Okay, Mitzi," he said agreeably, "but you keep sucking, too."

She was getting to him. Pooped though he was, his penis was getting hard. It was throbbing with renewed passion. She stuck out her tongue once more and began licking the tip of his penis, lapping up drops of moisture that collected there, then moving down over the knob, licking and kissing alternately, then down the shaft which she held upright by its base.

Adam tensed as she paused. Then he felt her lips brush the top of his penis and he thrust upward into her mouth full force. She took him fully, closing her lips to enclose him. Her red head bobbed up and down, causing a suction that threatened to make him erupt with pleasure.

Meanwhile, he kept working her over with his own mouth and tongue and lips, laving her vaginal lips, flicking his tongue at her clitoris and nipping at it with his teeth.

She's not bad at cocksucking either, he thought wonderingly. Probably not as good as Gabrielle, but plenty okay just the same.

He held tightly onto her squirming legs and rained a stream of kisses over the insides of her sweating thighs. He planted the juiciest ones on her crotch dead center, he sucked and blew into it, then inserted his tongue once more between the pulsating folds of hot, damp flesh, drawing it out across the distended clitoris. The taste of her genitals, the musky female odor of her, got to him.

So did her mouth on his penis. She'd done it. His cock was up good and stiff, and her mouth was rising and descending in a swift rhythm. Her mouth was as eager as her cunt. Her red head bobbed in his lap, her lips tight about his shaft.

She lifted her head and said, "C'mon, fuck me the regular way."

At that stage in the sexual game, Adam was only too happy to comply with her request. When she twisted around and under him on the narrow bed, he got between her legs and hovered there on his hands. She took the penis and inserted the knob of it into the wet opening, then squealed as he rammed it home all the way.

"Hey, take it easy," he said, remembering how noisy she was, "we-don't want to wake everybody up."

She nodded, clamped her legs around his back and began thrusting her crotch against his groin with quick bumping movements.

As Adam plunged into her, he smiled happily. He was not only overwhelmed by the genuine pleasure he found in the sex act, but in the realization that he could get his cock hard again on such short notice and shove it into the appreciative cunt of this redheaded nympho and satisfy her-for the moment at least. Tomorrow, she'd be back for more. Meanwhile, there was what was left of tonight.

He thrust in and out of her with an increasing rhythm that matched her groans and grunts and the slippery sounds two perspiring bodies made as they rubbed against each other. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, her eyes closed, her pretty face contorted with passion.

She moaned and shouted, "That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Hey," he warned. "Be quiet."

She didn't seem to hear him. She started shouting again, and in desperation he covered her lips with his mouth so she could only moan and babble into it. At the same time, he increased his thrusts into her. Generally, he liked to prolong the sex act, but now he was tired and he was afraid she'd keep yelling and someone would hear. He wanted it over with as fast as possible.

His increased rhythm had the desired result: she moved her own hips in a faster tempo, twisting and rocking her bottom against him, puffing and grunting. He could feel the tremors starting way down deep inside her, spreading swiftly through her body until it was shaking from head to toe. She threw her arms about him and tightened her legs around his back, and he knew she was starting her orgasm.

His was not far behind. He thrust faster, and he felt his penis swell inside her. When her muscles contracted around his male flesh, he didn't try to hold back. He plunged deep inside her and held it there while she squeezed the spurting semen from his body.

Only when they were both through did he take his lips from her mouth. She was breathing heavily, and perspiration glowed on her heaving breasts. He detached himself from her and lay beside her. She reached out to fondle his penis again.

He laughed. "You never have enough, do you?"

"Never," she said. "Who were you with over there?" She nodded at the school.

"Nobody. I-uh-went over to the kitchen for a midnight snack."

"A midnight snatch, you mean," she pouted. "Well, no matter." She patted his genitals with a fond hand. "You're man enough for both of us."

Adam hesitated. "Speaking of other girls," he said, "do you have any idea who was with me last night?"

She just stared at him, puzzled.

"Some girl sneaked into my room last night," he explained, "and pretended it was you. But I knew it wasn't."

"How did you know?"

"Because she wasn't as good at fucking as you are," Adam said. "I thought maybe you and the girls were taking turns coming over to play with my cock."

"Not me," she said sincerely. "If the other girls are playing games like that, I don't know about it." She bent to kiss his limp penis. "I'd like to have this all to myself."

Adam shuddered at the notion. If you had it all to yourself, baby, he thought, you'd wear it out in no time at all. Besides, I like variety.

Mitzi shrugged philosophically. "But I suppose I'll have to be content with you once in a while. How about one more time before I leave?"

Adam sighed. "To tell you the truth, Mitzi, I really don't feel up to it."

"Maybe tomorrow then."

"Maybe."

But he knew he wouldn't. A little of Mitzi went a long way, and he'd had a lot of Mitzi. Besides, he had Pepita to fuck as well as the mystery girl. And there were others he wanted to look into.

Fanny with the sweet ass, for one.

April with the sweet everything, for another.

And of course there was blonde, long-legged Christine who kept showing him her crotch; he'd like to take a closer look at that.

Then there was Gabrielle with the lips and tongue that spoke silently of many pleasures to come.

When Mitzi was gone, Adam thought of these things. He also thought that for a completely exhausted man at three o'clock in the morning he had more ambition than he could handle at the moment. He felt like a kid in a candy store filled with the wildest goodies that were all his-and here he'd just had a full meal.

But tomorrow he'd be hungry again.

And the day after that.

As he dozed, his penis stirred restlessly, reacting to his very pleasant thought. When he fell asleep, he slept dreamlessly. Who needed dreams anyway, when reality was heaven?