4 comments/ 11774 views/ 2 favorites Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 01 By: christiankay Edited by Sherry November-10-2009 Please let me know if you like the story so far. By leaving a comment or sending me a message. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The characters, concepts, and plot are original, and are the property of the author. All rights reserved. Distribution for commercial gain, including, but not limited to, posting on sites or newsgroups, distribution as parts or in book form (either as a whole or part of a compilation) with or without a fee, or distribution on CD, DVD, or any other electronic media, with or without a fee, is expressly prohibited without the author's written consent. All commercial use except by educational institutions and libraries requires the author's written consent. The author may be contacted by email at christiangkay@gmail.com. Your comments are welcome. "Adam Martin - The Pupil" is a erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, country, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. * Chapter 01 -- The bus ride. I looked out the back window of the bus as it began to pull away from the station. The sky was steel gray, overcast and dreary. I would always remember the shades of yellow, orange, amber, and brown autumn leaves falling from the trees as they surrounded the lone figure of my mother, who was now growing smaller in the distance as the bus picked up speed. She gave me one last wave. I waved back at her then turned to face forward in my seat. This would be my last glimpse of the place I grew up in. There was a small lump in my throat as I began to reminisce about some of the good times I had in this place with her and my family and friends. Even though I felt a bit sad about leaving, I was more relieved and even happier to be able to leave the bad memories behind. Soon I would be able to forget this place I thought, as I laid my head against the window and watched the countryside speed past me in a dreary blur. This nightmare of my life would soon disappear. I hoped the monstrous images of my stepfather would be the first to fade. That loser would never be able to beat me into unconsciousness ever again. He was such a chicken shit, but clever enough to cover the tracks of his darker side to everyone but me. To the rest of the world he was a model spouse, an exemplary community leader and the perfect businessman. To me, he was my tormentor. There was nothing in the world that I hated more than that man, and he knew it. It had seemed like a personal goal of his to make my life a living hell. I had confided all that he had done to me to my grandmother, of my dead father's side of the family. She was my savior, my angel, and the one person I loved and respected above all else. She had arranged for me to attend the Royal Jarvis Conservatory, a private school, in the south. It was a reputable school that was well-known for its music program and curriculum. My dream was to be able to sing in perfect pitch, join a band and to be flawless on the guitar and piano. Music had always been a passion for me and she knew it could be my escape out of reality. Since there had been no current openings in the school dormatory, she had also arranged for me to stay at a local bed and breakfast until I could find more permanent accommodations. I was very shocked and surprised my mother and stepfather had permitted grandmother's set up but it was either this, or go to the police about the ongoing abuse. Neither my stepfather nor my mother wanted that, knowing how much it would taint their perfect image in the town if word got out, so reluctantly they agreed. They even bought me some new clothes, a guitar and had gathered a few of my closest friends together for a little going away party. Since it was also just past my eighteenth birthday we made a bigger event of it. Lost in thought and watching passengers boarding and leaving the bus from town to town, I realized it was slowly filling up. In one town there were a bunch of people getting on the bus. Later, I found out that a group of them had just attended a wedding and now they were home bound. Hours later this routine kinda started to get old. Another town, another stop. I stretched and shifted around a bit, my ass starting to feel numb from sitting so long. Yawning and growing impatient I stopped noticing the new faces entering and leaving the bus long ago. I just wanted this long never-ending bus ride of boredom to end so I could get on with my life. While repositioning myself to get comfortable enough to take a nap, a saw a woman with long, wavy, reddish brown hair walking towards me. I made eye contact with the woman. I don't know why but she had this look of sensuality about her. Even though she was older than me by at least 20 years, I found her face and her full figure very appealing. She looked right back at me with her sparkling dark green eyes. "May I sit here young man?" She asked politely. I just stared at her for a few seconds and finally my mouth started wording what my brain wanted to say. "Yes d... do please do." I stuttered back to her. I'm sure she thought I was a retard or something. Thinking about how drop dead gorgeous she was, I hadn't realized that I had begun to drool off the side of my mouth, which I quickly wiped off with the back of my hand. I looked at her again and bit at my lower lip as she took the seat beside me. Not only was I feeling a bit, no not a bit, VERY awkward sitting next to this woman, but I was getting a hard-on. DAMNIT! I thought to myself, Please don't let my track pants tent up! I don't want to have to adjust myself within this woman's line of sight. Apparently I'm guessing God had other plans, or was busy answering other prayers because seconds later, my boner was making his bus ride debut, growing and growing till he was able to get his head up high enough to greet the world. I tried to be as discreet as I could and moved my cock off to one side. Dear Lord, I could tell she'd seen me! I turned one hundred shades of red and just waited for her to grab her bag off the floor and get up to find another seat. Instead, she looked at me as I turned to glance at her and our eyes met again. Those seductive green eyes of hers sent tingles down my spine and my already excited member started to feel a hurtful prickling sensation. "My name is Elizabeth but my friends call me Liza for short, what's your name?" she asked in a sexy, mature, and self-assured kinda voice as she held out her hand towards me. I took her hand in mine. It was soft, but with a firm confidence. I was hypnotized. I quickly lost my train of thought, and my mind went totally blank ...Dear God no, not now! ..Come on, what was my name again?! I tried to speak but no sound came from my lips. I blushed again, praying hard that I could remember my name. This woman had bewitched me. She wanted to make me into a hypnotized idiot so she could enslave me and she was succeeding at it...Hmm, that would be so hot I thought suddenly then quickly felt like a fool. I still had not told her my name. My brain was still acting like a primal ape trying to learn how to beat away the lion with a stick. "A-Ad-Adam," I finally managed to stutter as I lowered my head, trying to hide my embarrassment. My ears felt like they were on fire. I had no idea what shade of red my face was, but it felt like hell red as if I had stuck my head in an oven, trying to baste it like a Thanksgiving turkey. It wasn't until I felt a slight tug that I realized I was still holding her hand tight and she was trying to pull it away. While my brain was working on God knows what at this point, I looked at her and gave her a smile as sweet as I could make it and gently and hesitantly let go of her hand. "Well, nice to meet you Adam." She replied. "Pleasure" I mumbled out idiotically. She gave me another smile that could melt the ice caps faster than the green gas effect. Just looking at her sent shivers down my spine again and alerted every part of my being. "So where are you going, if it's okay to ask?" "Um, I'm going to a little town called Jarvis, to the Royal Jarvis Conservatory," I managed to say without acting like a total fool and stuttering this time. She raised an eyebrow slightly and asked what I wanted to study. I told her and we started to chat about music. I could tell from what she said that she loved music and had a passion for it as well. She liked everything from classical to jazz to modern alternative. Slowly, I felt more comfortable talking with her as we chatted about various things to pass the time. All the while I couldn't help myself from occasionally stealing glances at her full breasts, slim waist and oh-so-long legs. She had the figure of a 50's movie star. I tried real, real hard to forget about it and contain myself as we chatted away, but every time I looked at her, my excitement would swell and spring up again, making it a bit uncomfortable for me to sit still. I subtly adjusted it every time I thought she wasn't looking and shifted around a lot in my seat but nothing really worked. I couldn't wait till we stopped somewhere for dinner so I could jerk off in the bathroom. I needed relief badly... At a little past 5pm, we stopped at the next major town. The majority of passengers seemed to unload here. I guessed this was either their hometown or they were in a hurry to catch their next bus. The driver announced that the next destination was about an hour away and that we would stop at a big road side travel plaza for those who needed to stretch, take a bathroom break, or eat dinner. The moment he said it, my stomach grumbled a little too loudly and Liza smiled at me. Up until now I had spilled most of the beans and had told her most of my life story. She was really easy to talk too. The kind of person that you could come clean and open up too. I bet if she had a job interrogating people, she would be really good at it since I bet not many people could resist her charms. The gray, overcast and dreary sky from this morning seemed to have worsened and broken out in a hard, cold rain. Liza stood up and reached for a blanket from the overhead storage and placed it over her legs and motioned to me asking if I wanted to cover up with her. I nodded and smiled at her in reply. I was both thankful because it was getting a bit chilly, and now I could finally be able to put my cock in a more comfortable position, until I could relieve myself.. "I think I will try and take little nap," Liza said looking at me as if to be polite and ask for my approval, not that she needed it from me. "Good idea," I said as I looked out the window at the pouring rain. Thunder struck nearby and a sudden flash of lightening had lit her face as if it were a camera flash and God had just taken a picture of her. This would be the first of my new memories of my journey that I would keep in my mind and heart for the rest of my life. Sitting perfectly quiet and still, I watched her closely as she seemed to fall softly into an angelic slumber. When I was sure that she was finally asleep, I decided to try to put my body more at ease. Very very slowly I started to move my hand from under the blanket, subtly testing to see if she was a light sleeper. So far so good...maybe sitting in the back of the bus with my body towards the window and concealed under a blanket I could help myself out a little before the rest stop. I wondered curiously, inching my hand towards my lap, slipping it through my waistband and boxers and finally gripping the little rascal that had been causing me so much discomfort. I moved him parallel with my leg, hoping it would make the ache die down until we got to the travel plaza. The warmth and pressure of my hand felt so good around my throbbing ache that I knew I could already satisfy myself in seconds if I tried... oh what the hell, I thought as I gave my cock a few tugs and that began to send warm feelings all over my body. I closed my eyes and tugged a few more times. "Do you want me to help you with that?" I heard in a hoarse whisper in my ear. I quickly sat still, startled and embarrassed. I then felt her body heat creeping closer and closer to me from under the blanket until her breath was on my neck. Both dizziness and desire hit me like an erupting volcano. I swallowed hard, not yet facing her, I wondered if my voice would crack like some pubescent boy if I dare attempt to answer her in my current condition. Was she even being serious with me? Unsure of myself, I gave her a brief but definite nod. She leaned even closer and in a calm, seductive voice she whispered in my ear, "pull down your pants a bit Adam, so I have better access..." Mercy me, had I fallen asleep without even realizing it? Or was I awake and letting my erotic fantasies run away with me? Did this older sexy goddess really ask me that just now? Dream or reality, I was taking orders from her, not giving them. I lifted my ass from the chair, placed my thumbs in the waist of my pants and boxers and pulled them down in one fast sweep. All 7inches of my hard cock sprang up like a spring, full of tension. The cool damp atmosphere of fresh air made the ache feel much better... it no longer felt suffocated and restrained. She placed her head on my shoulder and at the moment in time I truly felt that was why God had given me a shoulder. It was like it was made just for her. I smelled her soft hair as it lightly grazed against my neck. The smell of her took over my senses... clean and fresh with a hint of rose and lavender to it. I saw her hand move toward me under the blanket, it looked like a Gerbil searching for a carrot. She placed her hand on my lower abdomen and with her manicured nails tickled me lightly as she slowly played with the trail of hair that traveled lower, making her way down my body. As she reached the base of my cock, she started a gentle rhythmic massage while still softly playing with my pubic hair, twirling it with her fingers as she continued downward. She was sending me over the edge fast. Working her way to my balls and cupping them in her palm, she began to move them around in a delicate massage. I could feel the blood flow to my shaft and balls. Thoughts of ecstasy racing up to my brain screaming and begging for release. I gasped and moaned a little, as she suddenly grabbed my shaft and gave it a few pulls. "Shh, we don't want to attract so much attention, unless you're into public display" she whispered. "Sorry, it's just that you make it feel so good, and it's been such a long time since I've had sex." "I assume you're safe and clean, right?" she asked, looking into my eyes. "I've only been with one girl before, no one after that," I said feeling a bit embarrassed at my inexperience. "Good, because I want to suck and swallow you dry.... Would you like that?" I nodded like a dummy with a big wide grin on my face and said "Very much" She pulled the blanket down and exposed my cock. She took a long look at it, then she used steady strokes sending shivers throughout my body. She casually adjusted herself and bent her head down to my lap and sensually started licking around the head of my penis. I could feel her hot breath and the silky warm texture of her tongue lick the piss-hole of my cock. Then she gently sucked the pre-cum that was oozing on the tip of my cock. She slowly pulled down the foreskin, exposing my big hard cock head. I gasped and wanted to squeal in delight, but I held back not wanting to draw attention to us. She licked her lips and slowly placed them at the tip of my cock. Parting her lips a bit, she pushed lower and my head entered her mouth again. Her mouth was smooth, wet and hot. It felt wonderful. She used her tongue to explore bits of my cock and as she slowly sucked me, bobbing her head in a steady pace and taking more and more of me in as she went. She placed one hand on the base of my cock, stroking it while continuing to suck and lick me, nice and slow. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer and about a split second after I thought about it, I was ready. "I need to cum now," I said in a low voice of urgency while doing my best to hold it in. She lifted her head from my rock hard, pulsating cock and I felt a surge of panic. I thought she might not want to swallow. "Shoot when your ready baby," She said returning to my cock with a renewed longing and taking me in again as if there had been no interruption. That's all I needed to hear. I relaxed a bit, and let myself go so I could cum in the hot, sweet mouth that was giving me so much pleasure. "I'm coming," I whispered to her, as my hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing it and feeling her skin. It was warm and satin smooth. Just touching her sent the last tingle of excitement I could handle through my body. I came hard, my body tensed and started shaking as if I was having a seizure. Four to five shots of thick, hot semen came out of my cock in what seemed like forever. It was mind blowing! I had never felt like this before. I was still shaking and wanted to whimper like a puppy. Quickly, I placed my hand over my mouth so no sound could escape. She continued sucking me and soon enough I became just as stiff as I had been before I came. What in the world?! How was this possible? Usually after I cum, my body relaxes and my cock goes limp. I was flaccid for less than 10 seconds and now I was raging hard again. She had already licked up all the cum, and was now cleaning my cock with her tongue. The pleasure I was feeling was so intense that I felt like this was the closest to heaven I had been so far in my life. "Looks like you need a little more attention. How about we find a quiet spot in the travel plaza when the bus stops and have some more fun?" She whispered, looking up at me with a coy smile. "Yes, thank you, I would love that!" I said enthusiastically, nodding my head up and down like a kid who just got offered a truck full of candy. I placed my hand on her thigh as she sat back upright in the seat. Having the alpha male in me beam, I wanted to claim this woman, she was mine now. If anyone came near us at this moment I would chew their head off and spit it out like a grape seed. She looked at me and smiled, then took my hand and guided it under her skirt. She spread her legs open a bit and brought it towards her center just outside the boundary of fabric. I could feel the heat and wetness radiating from her, wanting to be touched. She placed it on the outer edge of her panties so that I could slip in. Carefully, I slid my hand in and felt my way down to the folds of her vulva. When my fingers found her core, it felt warm and wet. This woman was ready for me, and I now knew that she really wanted to have sex with me. I allowed my fingers to dig and explore a bit into her soft folds,gently massaging and proding as her hot juices began to trickle down my hand. With my fingers still inside wiggling about, I reached up with my thumb and found her clit and I slowly began to massage it in circular rotations. Curiously, I looked up at her. She had her head thrown back on the seat with her eyes shut tightly and her mouth forming an "O." I just knew that if we were in a better place, I'd be hearing erotic moaning coming from her luscious lips. Encouraged and excited by this, I thrust my hand deeper into her when suddenly the bus driver announced we would be reaching the travel plaza in about 5 minutes. DAMNIT! I was just really getting into this, I thought to myself with a heavy sigh. "Let's straighten up, we can continue later," she whispered to me in a low, breathless voice. Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 01 "Promise?" I mumbled, not wanting to take my hand away from her pussy. "Yes, baby." She said as she reached over and placed a quick, gentle kiss on my lips. I was still puckering my lips even after she had pulled away. I heard her giggle. I bet she thought I was a geek with my eyes closed and lips still puckering. Idiot! I thought to myself as I pulled away and rested my head on the back of the seat. She took out a small compact mirror from her purse and started to straighten herself up. I was mesmerized as she applied her lip gloss to those wonderfully luscious lips of hers. The same lips that had given me so much pleasure not moments ago. I decided I would make a shrine for them because those lips I would never forget. "You better pull your pants up tiger, we don't want you parading around with your pole at full mast," she laughed jokingly. I nodded and slowly lifted myself off the seat with a sigh and pulled up my pants. I stuck my hand down my pants and adjusted my cock, no longer caring if she caught me or not. The bus started to slow down as we neared the travel plaza. The weather was getting worse. The rain was heavy and the lightening and thunder continued to clash and fight with each other. When the bus arrived, the driver told us he would announce when we were to leave but he gave us warning that we might be stalled here for awhile due to extreme weather conditions. He wanted to see if the weather would let up a bit before we continued our journey because the roads were getting too slick and the windows hard to see out of. Liza and I decided to make a run for it. I offered to use my sweater to cover our heads so we would not get so wet. We let everyone get off first since we were at the very back and then counting to three, we darted out. The downpour of the rain was so great that it soaked right through the fleece sweater we had covering our heads, and all of our clothing became soaking wet in a instant. I pulled the sweater down to my side and began to laugh, this is pointless I thought. She looked at me with a curious smirk and one eyebrow arched wondering why on Earth I was laughing. All I could do was shrug. She smiled and shook her head at me and then firmly grabbed my hand guiding us inside. As we entered the plaza, the driver informed us where there were dryers for our clothing, and handed each of us a plastic poncho. We quickly looked around for a private place and soon discovered private shower rooms that you could pay $2.00 for every 20 minutes. We inserted the coins and stepped inside... ========================= End of Chapter 01 -- The bus ride. By Christian G. Kay All rights reserved. Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 02 Edited by Sherry November-13-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. DISCLAIMER: Please read and abide by the DISCLAIMER posted on the first chapter. "Adam Martin - The Pupil" is an erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Chapter 02 - The Travel Plaza. She told me she would be right back and left me standing there, as she dashed out the door. I took a look around. The room was tiled all the way around, including the floor and the ceiling. It was a nice shade of canary yellow with black, white and gold trim. Real upscale, I thought, for a glorified truck stop. There was a large, chrome shower head that reminded me of a miniature flying saucer, only shiny and polished. The shower itself looked like one you would only find in a hotel suite. It was fairly large with a rectangular shape and silver handles and fixtures. On the opposite side of the room was a wooden bench made with sturdy unpolished wood and a few metal hooks on the wall directly above it to hang your belongings so they would not get wet. On top of the hooks was a shelf with clean towels. There were a few labeled switches next to the door. One read "Heat" and the other "Red Heat Lamp." I flipped both of those on and turned off the other lights attempting to give the room a sexy feel. Just as I finished inspecting and fooling around with the switches, she came back, her clothes still wet. I stood there watching her as she laid down some bags on the bench. She took a few deep breaths and calmly brushed her fingers through her hair as she finally turned to face me. Through the dim lighting, I could make out pointy erect nipples piercing through her white sweater and bra. I looked down at her legs and saw water drip down the inside of her thigh. I have to admit that it looked so erotic to me, I bit my lower lip and tried not to show my intense wanting. I closed my eyes for a second imagining her warm, sensuous lips on mine as I plunged deep into her hot core... I wanted to feel her so badly I began to ache again. Slowly opening my eyes and catching hers, I noticed an excitement beaming from them. She was calling me silently over to her with her eyes, mesmerizing and inviting. "Let's get undressed baby," She said in a voice that was almost pleading. Not wanting my voice to crack or sound like an overexcited idiot, I simply nodded and smirked back at her as I began to walk forward. She quickly grabbed me and gently pushed me until my back was up against the wall. She reached up placing her arms around my neck and looked up into my eyes with a mischievous smile on her face. I smiled back at her as she slowly lowered her hands and started to undo the first button of my powder blue polo shirt. Every button she undid was like a ritual. She would undo one button, look into my eyes and kiss me lightly on the lips, then pull back and start on the next button. Damn this woman was a tease. I knew if I let her keep this up much longer, I'd cum before she even got my shirt all the way off... "Liza, ma'am," I said trying real hard not to sound too much like the overly excited horn-dog that I was becoming, "I'm about to faint or die from wanting you so badly. Please hurry, I want you now." She gave me an amused giggle and just continued to undress me. I couldn't stand it anymore. Not even bothering with the last few buttons of my shirt, I quickly grabbed the bottom and lifted both the polo and my white undershirt off in one swoop. I pulled her closer, grabbing the bottom of her sweater and swiftly but carefully pulled it over her head. She stood there in the sexiest white lace bra with a look of shock and amusement on her face as she allowed me to do it my way. I stepped in real close and hugged her. As I held her in my arms, I inhaled the sweet scent of her as I pressed her tighter to my body, wanting to feel her hot flesh against my bare chest. I caressingly crept my hands from her waist, up her back, feeling my way to her bra hooks. With a few feeble attempts, I managed to undo it. The white lace slid off her breasts slowly and her firm, perky erect nipples came to view. They were perfect in my eyes, pointing towards me begging to be warmed by the warmth of my mouth. Two little peaks stood, puffed out and looking as hard as my dick felt, surrounded by dark pink, silver dollar sized areolas which laid in beautiful contrast against her soft, smooth slightly bronzed skin. I moaned loudly, not wanting to keep inside how I felt about her breasts. They screamed to be sucked. I lost all other thoughts at that moment as I bent down to take her left nipple into my mouth. Flicking her erect little nipple with the tip of my tongue and gently sucking, I suddenly felt her body go a bit limp in my arms as it arched toward my mouth, wanting more as a slight gasp escaped her lips. I sucked on it more urgently as if I was a hungry baby needing to feed for the first time. My primal instincts took over as I licked and explored that precious nipple while my hand played with its twin on the other side. As I made myself at home playing, sucking and teasing her nipples, she continued undressing, moaning and giving me more confidence with phrases like: "Yes baby, you suck my nipples so good. Oh yes bite them Adam. Fuck that feels so good. I love your lips baby." I closed my eyes, basking in the abyss of her breasts as she reached over and tried to lower my pants. I took over and pulled them down as far as I could without having to let go of her nipples. I used my feet to kick them the rest of the way off. The heat of the room made me feel more aroused and suddenly my body felt more sensitive and aware. Everywhere she touched me, made me shiver like little electrical shocks, sending waves of pleasure all through my body. Without a moments hesitation, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled down matching white laced undies as she let them drop down to the floor and kicked them over to the side. I immediately felt her hands rubbing my back and giving my shoulders a small massage and bringing my head closer into her breasts. I sucked a little more on her nipple, and then switched to the other one wanting to give this nipple a breather. Then she ran her hands down my sides, resting them on my hips a bit, and then her hands traveled back and grabbed my ass checks. She began to squeeze and knead them. Next she worked her hands to the front of my body, and with one hand took my cock and the other my balls. She began to stroke me playing with my shaft and balls simultaneously, her motions sent so much blood to my cock I was ready to erupt like a Hawaiian volcano. As if she sensed this, she squeezed the base of my cock with her fingers making them into a cock ring. I let out an anxious moan and squirmed a bit in her hand. I was way over the edge and had never felt this way before. This was bliss. She then let go with one hand and held my head to her bosoms just like a mother would do to a child. I felt fuzzy warm, loved and lusted after. She bent her head over mine and nibbled on my ear, sending more shivers to my already electrified body. "I want you in me now," She moaned into my ear. "Yes Liza yes, I want you so much to" I said pleading. As she held my cock in her other hand, she gave it a few tugs as she moved her body closer. With the hand that had cuddled me to her chest, she lifted my head up to hers and slowly began to outline my lips with the tip of her tongue before plunging it into my mouth for a deep kiss. I could feel her guiding my rock-hard, throbbing cock to the mouth of her pussy, slowly rubbing the head of my penis against her hot clit. I felt her body jolt in my arms as she guided me back to her entrance. I began to slowly push forward into the hot wet slippery folds of her vagina, savoring the moment. I could feel my foreskin peel back as I pushed deeper and deeper inside. Her pussy felt soft, moist and inviting as it slowly stretched to accommodate me. The tip of my cock tingled like hell, almost making me cum, but I held back wanting this to last as long as possible until we were both satisfied. I wanted to remember this feeling for the rest of my life. I stood there for a second or so just absorbing the moment. It was pure heaven. Just being connected to this woman and having my pulsating manhood being devoured and engolfed by her slippery hot core was like no other. I pulled slowly almost all the way out and thrust back into her, plunging deeper. We both moaned at the same time, making it sound like a choir of lust echoing in the small room. The second time I pulled out, it was a little faster, a little more urgent. Her juices on my cock felt so good. My cock hardened even more and I began thrusting into her faster, pounding my hips against her. She grabbed my ass and forced my body to practically body slam into her. "Your cock feels so nice in my pussy, lover." "Talk dirty to me!" I pleaded not knowing why I even said that. I had never had the need to hear love making words before, but the encouragement made me even hotter with desire for her. "I can feel your cock open up the insides of my pussy," she began. "When your cock pulls out, your head touches my clit and sends shivers all over my body." She moaned loudly while saying "Fuck me harder lover, yes, yes that's it. Thrust in all the way." I pushed her up against the wall behind us, picked up one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist to give me more leverage as I continued to pound as hard as I could into her. She quickly grabbed onto my shoulders for support and squeezed them roughly as her head tilted back with an unsuppressed moan of pure ecstasy. "Ooh slam your cock in my pussy, I'm so fucking wet.... Mmm, fuck me harder, faster, cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum inside me, I'm about to cum baby boy, cum with me!" Her sexy voice sent me to the point of no return. I relaxed a bit getting ready to cum in her pussy. This woman was magic, she was a sex goddess. "I'm there, I'm about to cum!" I said rather loudly, but I did not care. In fact I couldn't give a shit if anyone heard me coming; this was too hot of a moment to care. Her head shot back as she moaned and whimpered "Fuck, I'm coming." I felt her body tremble and held her tight as I pulled her as close as I could, still slamming hard into her. My balls slapped against her pussy making smacking noises as I rammed and shot load after load into her cunt. I was moaning loudly, my body involuntarily convulsing as I came inside her. Our lips sought each other and the kiss was so needy, so passionate. I hadn't known I had it in me to kiss like that. I was spent, but my cock was still in her as I stroked in and out slowly, softly, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I wanted to fuck her again, but I was getting soft. Maybe after a nice meal we could do this again I thought. As if she read my mind she said, "Lets shower, take care of our clothes, have a bite to eat and maybe we can go for round three," smiling with an evil grin that made her look like a teen wanting to get into mischief. I reluctantly pulled out of her slowly. When my cock came out of her pussy, it was moist with the juices of our lovemaking. She reached down, gliding her finger over my limp cock and rubbing it into the juices then seductively brought it to her mouth, savoring the taste as she licked her finger clean. She took some more and offered me a taste. I had never done this, but I knew I wanted to taste what she tasted like, so I licked her fingers. The taste was indescribable, but the salty smooth tasting liquids agreed with my taste buds and I enjoyed it. I made a mental note to lick her pussy the next time we made love. She turned on the shower water making it very warm, a bit toward the hot side actually, but my body needed this shower. There was a small soap bar on the little ledge under the shower, I took it, unwrapped it and offered it to her. She refused taking it and went to one of the bags she had brought in with her. She took a bottle of shower gel from inside. I smiled that she had the foresight to get that for us but then again, she was a mature woman and I was sure she had a lot of life experience. "Let me clean you baby," she said as she squeezed some shower gel on to her palm. I felt a little awkward but let her lather up my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp. She made a few circle motions on my temples that felt real good and the awkwardness of a moment ago was now forgotten. I started to feel real love for this woman. She knew how to take care of a man and decided I wanted her to be part of my life if she would have me but I kept that to myself for now. I didn't want to seem too forward and scare her away. "Rinse off your head," she said as she squeezed a fresh batch of shower gel into her hands. I did as I was told and looked at her once the soap suds were gone. She spread the gel on my chest and my underarms. It tickled me some and I giggled. She placed her lips on my mouth kissing me deeply as she lathered up my neck, chest and arms. I looked at her with more affection as she placed more gel in her hand and lathered the pubic hair on top of my cock and then my cock and balls. She gently pulled back my foreskin and looked into my eyes as I sighed with pleasure. After thoroughly cleaning me there she knelt down and washed my legs. She got up and her hands roamed my body. This was a completely new experience for me so I didn't know how to react. My mouth was open and I was drooling. I felt myself getting hard and excited again. Her mouth found mine as she pushed us under the running water and rubbed her body against mine while rinsing me off. "Turn around, let me do your back." I willingly obliged. She started with the back of my neck, and then slowly started massaging my neck and shoulders, then moved to my back. She cleaned and massaged me, it felt so fine. I was drooling again, thinking that I better not develop that as a habit because drooling all the time would suck real bad. Thank god we were in water... maybe she won't notice, I thought hopefully. She moved to my lower back and sides, then down to my butt. Unexpectedly, she slid her hand in my butt crack and washed my asshole. I felt uncomfortable and squirmed, but she moved lower to the underside of my balls and I relaxed again. She guided me under the shower and helped me rinse off the suds. I thanked her with a passionate kiss and took the gel from her hands. I wanted to return the favor. I spread lots of gel on her breasts, tummy and her pussy. I rubbed her body into a soapy later, cleaning whatever I could find. Damn, cleaning her body was an adventure in its own right. First I started with her breasts, cleaning and fondling them at the same time. I copied what she did to me, but I used my body to sud her up. I gave her a sensual massage and she was groaning and moaning with enjoyment, praising me as I hit a few of her hot spots. I made another mental note to pay some more attention to those areas when we resumed our love making later. When we were done showering, we used the towels that were on the shelf in the room to dry off. She walked over to the bags she had brought in from the travel plaza store and pulled out a new pair of track pants and a t-shirt and handed them to me. "Oh wow, thank you, these are real nice!" I said examining them. The track pants were gray with a print of an Indian's head on the right leg and the t-shirt was made from a thick white cotton fabric that had a matching print similar to the pants. "How can I repay you?" I asked. "You already have" she said with a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth. I took a step closer to her and gave her a nice long hug, feeling her still nude body against mine. She planted a few kisses on my neck and I squeezed her tighter. We heard a clicking noise and the heater and heat lamp turned off in the room. Our time was up. We dressed with our new clothes as fast as we could. She had the same kind of track pants, but she got a pink fleece top with a print of yellow sunflowers. We took our wet clothes and placed them in the empty bags. I took them all and we left the room, taking one more quick look to see if we left anything behind. "Let's get something to eat, I'm famished!" she exclaimed, making smacking sounds with her mouth. I laughed. We headed for the restaurant. When we got there it was almost full. We managed to find one booth left in the back corner and sat down rushing to take a look at the menu. I handed her one and took one for myself. Two minutes later a nice waitress came to the table and greeted us. She sounded real friendly and had a homely look about her; she asked if we wanted drinks. Liza ordered a glass of red wine and I ordered a vanilla milk shake. After finding what I wanted on the menu, I placed it down and looked at Liza as she was trying to decide. I took off my shoes because they were still wet and soggy then rested my feet on the table leg. The waitress came back shortly with our drinks and took our orders. "Can I put my feet up on the bench next to you?" I asked Liza as the waitress walked away. "Sure as long as you don't mind me putting mine up also." I looked at her feet as she placed them on the bench. Her toenails were well manicured, painted pale pink with little white flowers. I reached to rub them and I think I scared her because she jumped a bit. I started rubbing them and she sighed, smiling her pleasure to me and said, "That feels like magic Adam." I smiled at her and told her she had sexy feet, in fact everything about her was too sexy. She thanked me, winked and told me I was the closest thing to a Greek god that she had ever met. "Your black hair, piercing blue eyes and soft square male features are quite striking. You make me wet just looking you," she said as she licked her lips and smiled, looking me in the eyes. I could feel my face turning slightly red and thanked her for the compliments. No one had said things like that to me before. My cock stirred again as I thought about our lovemaking and anticipated going back into the shower room and fondling her again. Our food arrived. We thanked the waitress and dove right in. I looked at her at one point, watching her eat. Everything she did just looked so sensual. I took a French fry from her plate and slowly sucked on it while looking at her. We both laughed and made dinner a sexy affair. Soon as we had our fill of food, the waitress came back and asked if we wanted coffee and dessert. We said yes to coffee and ordered apple pie with ice cream. I told her how I like to make my own fresh ice cream. "What else can you make?" she asked enthusiastically. "I am a real good cook, some even call me "Le Petit Chef," I said smiling, "I hated staying at home because my stepfather would always find ways to annoy me and get me into trouble, so I signed up for any extra community classes I could find. My mother thought it was a good idea to keep myself busy and entertained so my stepfather couldn't argue with her about it. I took cooking, martial arts, guitar, photography and worked out in the gym. I also joined the Boy Scouts and church choir because my mother wanted me too." I told her about some of the recipes I could make and then apologized when I realized I was rambling on and on. "You're not rambling, I want to know more about you, you seem like a very fascinating young man," she said raising her eyebrows just a bit. There was an announcement from our bus driver that the weather was clearing and we would leave in about an hour. She paid for dinner on her credit card and would not accept any money from me, telling me that I could cook for her one day and make up for it. I agreed, because she had just given me hope that we would see each other again and I swore to myself that I would hold her to it. We decided to go wash and dry our clothes. We went to the laundry area and placed all our clothes in the same washer, which made me feel like we were a couple already, bringing a smile to my face. Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 02 After we placed the clothes in the washer, we had 15-20 minutes to kill, so we went to the store to look at the souvenirs and different wares it had to offer. There was a pink stuffed rabbit I liked. When you pressed its tummy, it would sing a portion of the song "Fly Me to the Moon." It was on sale and I thought Liza would like it, so I bought it for her. She got a kick out of it and thanked me with a long, wet kiss. We went back into the laundry room and a few minutes later the washing was done. I took our clothes out and placed them in the dryer but when I came across her panties at the bottom of the load, I played with them, making her laugh at my silly faces and attempts to look sexy holding them before finally throwing them in dryer with the rest of the bunch. She sat in the corner on a plastic lawn chair and I went to her and stood between her legs. She started exploring my body and placed her head on my tummy. "I'm really tired," she said yawning. "These past three days at the wedding I hardly closed an eye and my room was between two horny couples who were having noisy sex all night long, keeping me awake. By the time I got on the bus, I was beat, and permanently horny." "You should give me their names and addresses so I can send them thank you cards," I said jokingly. She laughed and the whole room became brighter. The song "Fly Me to the Moon" came on over the intercom and I pulled her up and started to slow dance with her. I told her it was destiny that this song was now playing. It was my grandmother's favorite song and she always played it because it always reminded her of my grandfather. As we swayed to the music, I placed my hand under her top and rubbed her back. I was rewarded with moans of pleasure from her. I ventured lower and started tickling her lower back, reaching even lower and sneaking my hand into her pants, cupping her ass cheeks. I let my hand slide between her perfectly plump ass cheeks and found her asshole. I placed a finger on it and gently rubbed. She whispered in my ear that we should visit the shower rooms again before the laundry finished. I agreed with her. She reached for my cock and was stroking it from the outside of my track pants. It was starting to get real hard and I could not wait till we made love again. I leaned in and kissed her, our lips parting and as our tongues tasted and explored each others mouths. I pressed a little harder and the tip of my finger entered her tight asshole. "You're going to have to fill that hole with this," she said as she roughly squeezed my cock harder in her hand, "I can just imagine it up my ass, ramming me hard as I play with my pussy. You are such a naughty boy." By this time I was raging hard and I was about to go further with our foreplay, but the ding of the dryer went off. "Let's get our clothes and head to the shower room." I said with urgency in my voice. We hastily folded our clothing, put it in one bag and nearly ran to the shower rooms. We found the same one we had used before unoccupied with clean towels and ready for us. I placed the coins in the slot and stepped inside. This time there was no tender foreplay, no hesitation. We both tore off our clothes. She nearly ran over to the bench and got on all fours. She placed her head down on the bench using her clothes as a pillow, then puckered up her ass so it was waist high to me. I had never seen anything so sexual and inviting in my life. I had only seen women do this while watching porn and jacking off on the internet. I gave her ass a little slap. "Um, harder baby," she moaned with pleasure. I slapped her harder making a red mark on her ass cheek and a soft smack from the slap echoed in the room. I gave her a few more slaps and watched her ass cheeks and tits wiggle every time I did. Then I used my thumbs, spread her cheeks and let my tongue taste her. She moaned with delight and thrust back, giving me the cue that I should go deeper. I licked her while pushing my tongue in as far as I could; her moans were becoming more passionate, she placed her fingers on her clit and started massaging it. "Lick me baby, I can feel your hot tongue inside my ass. Make it wetter and looser so you can fuck it! I need you to fill my asshole with your rock hard cock," she said, purring like a kitten. As I continued to assault her asshole with my tongue, I reached under with one of my hands and began finger fucking her pussy, pushing her fingers closer to her clit each time I shoved a finger in. She was moaning loader than I had ever heard her moan before. The sounds of her pleasure were driving me crazy and I increasingly became raging hard and could not wait to fuck that tight ass. Her pussy contracted and squeezed tight around my fingers as she let out a scream. She told me she was having an orgasm just as soon as I felt an explosion of juices begin to drip down my hand. I replaced my tongue with one finger and moved myself under her spread legs to lick her juices, as her body jolted and arched against my face. Soon, I had two fingers up her ass and she was squirming in pleasure, begging me to go faster and harder. "Think you're ready enough for me?" I asked as I took my free hand and roughly squeezed my cock... I knew I was more than ready. I tilted my head upward towards her face and watched her in pure lust as she panted roughly nodding her head back at me. I swiftly moved myself out from under her and gently removed my fingers from her tight ass hole. Placing both my hands on her hips again, I edged her back toward the end of the bench and took my place behind her. I guided my cock head to her hole and gently applied a bit of pressure against her entrance. I asked her if she was ready and in reply she pushed her ass back towards me so I slowly inched my way in. The tip of my head met alot of resistance but she moaned in pleasure and pushed back harder, so I pushed and got my cock head all the way in. She screamed suddenly in both pleasure and pain, and raised one of her hands in a "stop" movement. "Just hold it there for a bit baby, let me get use to your hard fat cock." I rubbed her back as my cock was in her hole. Her tight walls on my cock head felt as if she was milking my cock with her muscles. Then she pushed back I grabbed her waist feeling the need to push and go all the way, but I held back waiting for her to become more comfortable. "Ok baby, I'm ready." she said. I pushed slowly and felt my cock slide in deeper. As soon as the entire length of my cock was in, I paused for a few seconds and pulled out. "Baby that feels so good, fuck my ass with that rock hard cock of yours." I pushed in again as she pushed back to meet my thrust. After a few more strokes, I got a rhythm going and started butt fucking her nice and hard. I was getting needier and started to fuck her even harder and faster. She moaned with delight with every thrust. I reached under her and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing and fondling it as I continued to slam my cock into her. Our lovemaking became noisy with the sounds of my hips and pelvis slapping against her. Our moans and grunts got louder and I started talking dirty to her. I pounded into her a little harder than I first intended too but my excitement took control and she seemed to enjoy it, so I grabbed her hips again and really pushed myself into her making us both scream in lustful ecstasy. By now I was ready to cum and she had had a couple of orgasms. "I'm ready to cum." I told her. "Cum in my pussy," she said pleadingly with a sexy voice. I slowly pulled out and helped her turn around to face me as she laid down on the bench. "I want to look at your face as you cum," she said looking into my eyes. She reached up, grabbing my slick hard cock and guided it into her wet, warm pussy. She was looking right into my eyes as I was tensing, getting ready to cum. She took her finger and rubbed and stimulated her clit as I began my thrusting again then reached up to my mouth, rubbing her essence all around my lips and putting it in my mouth, letting me taste her juices. That moment was so sensual, so intimate. I just let myself go and shot the first load into her pussy. I started sucking on her fingers, trying to get more flavor from it, as I shot the next few loads in her. I was moaning as I felt myself being spent. I shot one last little load and was done. I collapsed on top of her panting. She held me close while both of us tried to relax and catch our breaths. I could feel her chest heaving as we held each other close, rubbing each other and feeling the afterglow of our lustful lovemaking. "You are so wonderful Liza." I said to her, whispering her name a few times and playfully licking her ear lobe. I felt her body shiver from underneath me. I moved to the side, not wanting my weight to become uncomfortable and held her, looking into her eyes as I began tracing little circles on her face. When my finger had circled down to her lips, she stuck out her tongue to lick it and then sucked it in slowly and sensually. "I could stay here with you forever baby boy, but it's almost time to leave. We'd better get ready." We slowly got up and got dressed, stealing little pecks and kisses from each other. A grope here and there, along with some playful banter. I had never felt so happy or satisfied in my life. I had never experienced so much sex, fun or pleasure in my life. After we dressed, we started sorting and separating our stuff. She placed all my clothes and belongings into one bag and all of hers into another. I reached into her bag and squeezed the tummy of the pink bunny I had gotten for her and the song began to play. I grabbed and twirled her around a few times, then kissed her neck, thanking her for such a wonderful time. She giggled like a schoolgirl, contently looking at me. She stroked my cheek a few times and ran her fingers through my hair while placing little kisses all over my face. "Let's exchange cell numbers so we can call each other and get together again," She said smiling sweetly. "I can call you when I get a place to live or when I get a cell phone because I don't have one now," I said, explaining that I had given mine to my little sister since it had been for local calling only. "I can get you one. They have some with calling cards in the gift shop," she said proudly. "You don't have to do that, I promise I will call you when I get one." "Nope, I'm doing this for me. I want to know how you are and if you need anything while you're getting yourself set up in the new town." She took me by the hand and guided me out the door of our little shower room. We went into the gift shop and walked over to the case that held card cell phones and she picked the best one. It could play mp3's, had a built in radio and a ton of other features I would have to learn how to use. She asked the store clerk which cards it would work with and bought four $25 dollar cards. I told her that she was spending too much but she placed one finger on my lips, reassuring me that it was okay. She picked up some gum and asked which flavor I liked and got me a pack as well. She grabbed a few other snacks and then paid for everything on her credit card. As the clerk placed everything in a bag for us, we heard the announcement that our bus was ready to depart. As we opened the exit door, we were greeted by the familiar bustling sounds of the highway and the clean fresh scent of moist air after a mid-September rain. The air was warmer than I expected it to be and made me look forward to spending the winter in the south, where it was milder than the north east winters I grew up in. I took Liza by the hand and led the way to the bus. She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and did not mind me showing public affection for her, which made me feel real nice. We made our way back to the bus and found the driver waiting. He had turned on the air on the bus and it smelled real fresh. We went right to the back of the bus to our seats as some passengers gave us quizzical looks, probably wondering what relation we had to each other. We sat down and got nice and comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and Liza did the same. She then curled up next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. She told me she was worn out and needed a nap. I yawned and stretched a bit realizing how spent I was after our entire episode of love making. I had not slept well the night before because thinking about my trip had caused me to toss and turn in bed all night. No sooner had the bus reached the highway, and Liza had already dozed off. I watched her chest heave up and down as she softly breathed. I felt very content at the moment as I rested my head on top of hers and drifted off into my own blissful sleep. =========================== End of Chapter 02 – The Travel Plaza. Adam Martin - The Pupil By Christian G. Kay All rights reserved. Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 03 Edited by Sherry December-03-2009 DISCLAIMER: Please read and abide by the DISCLAIMER posted on the first chapter. "Adam Martin - The Pupil" is an erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. Chapter 03 – Bed and Breakfast. "Adam, baby, wake up!" Slowly I started waking up and drifting out of my dream state. I felt a soft warm hand caressing my face and a sweet, loving, angelic voice calling my name. With my eyes still shut, I saw a vision of a memory from my childhood when I had been running a high fever and my mother had lovingly woken me up exactly like this to give me medication. I shifted my body slightly and felt achy and hot like I was coming down with something, but then I soon realized I was not sick and it was not my mother. "Adam, Adam... baby, wake up," the sweet voice repeated. When I opened my eyes, they locked into Liza's mesmerizing gaze. My lips smiled at the woman whom I had just met one day ago but had already grown to hold a special place in my heart. I took her hand in mine, and kissed her palm, snuggling and caressing it against my face, cheek, and neck. I wanted to tell her that she was a vision of beauty to my eyes, but I was lost for words. I just held her hand and returned her loving gaze. "I will miss you," she said, true sadness showing in her eyes as she held mine, looking into them as though she were searching for something deep inside me. "So will I Liza... you are truly a beautiful woman," I said as I leaned closer to her and gently grazed my lips against hers. When our lips met, they instantly melted together. We locked passionately, tongues in a non-stop search, wanting to taste and explore each others mouth. I reached over and slid my hand down the front of her track pants, wanting to feel her soft warm mound. I palmed her heat, feeling the fleshy folds that had offered me so much pleasure just hours before. She spread her legs open a bit wider, giving me better access to the hot lips of her vagina. My fingers began rubbing her up and down, and sometimes, flicking the tip of her clit with my thumb, making her shiver and softly moan in pleasure. Sounding husky and muffled, she mumbled the words, "Baby, rub my clit more," into my mouth in between her urgent kisses as she pressed her hand against mine and forced it deeper into her hot core. I moved my hand to position it better and roughly but slowly rubbed above her hardening clit while sinking the rest of my fingers into her hot wetness. "Yes! Rub my clit nice and slow baby boy. Give me pleasure and make my body tremble for you," she softly moaned, as she reached her hand towards me. She placed her hand on my lower abdomen, slowing feeling my warm flesh and inching her hand down towards my cock. She gently caressed me, petting the soft skin of my shaft and then reached even lower to delicately fondle and massage my ball sack. My erection became hard and ready, trying to get her attention as it bobbed up and down against her arm. I needed her to grab me already and stroke the shit out of me. Just playing with her pussy and feeling her wetness on my hand turned me on like no other and I now needed my hard aching cock to be paid attention too as well. "Liza, please, grab me and stroke me hard baby, make me cum," I whispered roughly in her ear. She bent her head down into my lap and placed her luscious lips on my cock-head, and started sucking the tip as she placed her hand around the base of my cock and stroked it hard from the bottom of my shaft till it hit her lips and back down again. She coated my cock with saliva as she sucked it hungrily, then slowly pulled down my foreskin exposing my gland, she tickled the hole with her tongue before taking the full length of my cock back into her mouth in a deep throat movement. I don't know what got into me, but I started finger fucking her with force. I wanted no foreplay, no tenderness. I just wanted her to make the itch in my cock go away. Damn her pussy felt so deliciously good, clamping and squeezing tightly around my fingers with need. If only I could swing her over on top of my lap and slam my throbbing hard cock into her hot wet cunt... if only we weren't still on this damn bus. She moved her free hand down her pants and rubbed her clit feverishly as my fingers slammed deep into her. I could feel her hot folds closing in tighter and tighter around my fingers as if they were being squeezed together by a strange hot moist rubber-band trying to prevent them from moving any further. I heard her catch her breath for a second and then she released gentle moans from her mouth, sending sound movements of vibrations against my dick as her pussy tightened once more and then relaxed, covering my hand in hot slippery cream. "Please hard, harder... harder." I whimpered to her, as I felt my sack tighten. I knew I was cumming soon. I tried to relax myself a bit against the seat as I rubbed her hot juices over her swollen and spent tender parts, feeling her body shiver in my hand as her head furiously began to bob up and down. "Yes, suck me like that, hard... suck it!" I said leaning down towards her head and playfully blowing in her ear. She removed the hand she had been stimulating her clit with out of her pants and slid her juices all over me. She was using her warm slippery juices to better lubricate my cock as she stroked and tugged harder. She devoured my gland with her silky, moist, warm mouth and I felt a flow of endless pleasure turning my knees to mush. She moaned in delight as I hoarsely breathed words of endearment into her ear, licking and sticking my tongue deep in her earlobe. "Suck me, harder... harder, I'm almost there." Upon hearing this, she firmly grasped the base of my shaft and brought her mouth up to the tip of my cock and sucked it hard. She looked like she was taking a breath and preparing herself for something. A few seconds later I felt her hot mouth plunge back onto me, sucking and taking me in deeper as I felt the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She slid her mouth back up and plunged down on me repeatedly, opening her throat up as best she could to take in my entire length. Excited, I pushed my pelvis up hard and grabbed onto her head for support as I felt the cum about to shoot out of my cock. She swallowed my cock deeper and sucked harder urging me to shoot my load. I felt the tightness of her throat as she gagged a bit and quickly recomposed herself as I released myself. I felt each shot leaving my sweetly sore cock as jolts of ecstasy ran through my body like tiny electrocutions. As soon as I was fully unloaded, I felt her mouth and tongue relax around me. Slowly, she inched me out of her mouth and quickly swallowed the remains of my juices before cleaning my cock with her tongue and lips as I cooed in her ear and attempted to catch my breath. I told her that I loved when she did that and then blurted out, "I love you" to her in the heat of the moment. She lifted her head and I snuggled close to her as we kissed again. I tasted slight traces of my cum in her mouth as I shifted my position to have better reach to her still dripping wet pussy. I turned her body towards me and swung her legs over my lap while slipping my one hand into her blouse and playfully pinching and pulling on her nipples while I finger fucked her with as much rough friction as I could muster with the other. She was swearing, and begging me to finger fuck her faster, "Oh, please lord, fuck that cunt, it craves; craves your cock so bad!" Her body tensed and froze as if in slow motion, and moaned in my mouth as she came. Our kiss communicated our feelings for each other, that of need, lust and growing love. Or, at least, that was what I was feeling. She told me she came hard and that it was one of the best orgasms she had ever had as we held each other in a tight passionate embrace. Our kiss became more relaxed and warm after the intensity of our explosively orgasmic, lustful lovemaking. We kissed as I imagined lovers should. Our mouths softly tasted each other, as we broke the kiss to sometimes look into each other eyes. "I love the way you make me feel," I told her, hugging her close as the bus began to slow its speed. The bus driver announced the next stop, it was her time to get off. I got up to help and escort her out, but she just leaned in and kiss me softly on the lips before gently pushing me away. "Please don't, I'm not good at goodbyes. I don't want to cry, and I feel the tears building inside of me already." "Come with me! I don't need to be in school for a few days, we can relax and spend them together," I told her wishfully. "I would love too baby, but I have to be in court tomorrow and I'm afraid I can't put that off." "Court?" "Yes, I'm a lawyer Adam," she said smiling sweetly at me as the bus came to a full stop. She sent me a air kiss and briskly walked away. I watched her ass sway, thinking that I was so lucky to have met such a fine woman and befriend her, let alone make love to her. These past couple hours have just been mind blowing for me, since my only other coupling was with a drunk, inexperienced teen who gave me a sloppy blow job just to get back at her boyfriend. Actually, it was not even a blow job, I had just jerked my dick on her lips till I came. Liza had actually taken my virginity in the truck stop. Maybe one day I would let her know. I looked out the window and saw a black limo pull away and wondered if that was Liza's ride. I was too restless to sleep, even though I was dead tired. I took out my mp3 player from my backpack in the overhead storage and tried to relax while listening to some music. I noticed the bus driver kept looking back at me, and I think he was smiling. Finally the last leg of my bus ride was over. I got up, took my backpack and bags and went out the door. I waited for the bus driver to give me my luggage and guitar out of the underneath compartment. There were some people being greeted and welcomed by others upon our arrival and I felt a bit lonely as I watched warm loving hugs and reunions taking place. Since I had been the last in line, everyone else was already walking away as the driver handed me my stuff. I placed the bags in the backpack and fastened it onto my luggage. "That was quite a show there tiger," he said laughing and patting me on the back, "that lady was real hot... Next time if I see you on my bus, I'm charging motel room rates." "Next time I come on your bus, I'm charging you sex show rates," I retorted and we both laughed at the exchange. He laughed harder and introduced himself. He told me his mother lived in Jarvis and that it was a good town. We talked about the school and chatted a bit since there was no one left on the bus. He started to give me some pointers about the town. After a few minutes, I thanked him and asked for directions to the Renoir. He told me it was only three blocks away so I decided I would walk instead of calling a taxi. He gave me his card as we said our farewells and parted ways. Clickity click, clickity click, the wheels on my luggage sounded so loud rolling against the sidewalk. Everything was so quiet. I wondered if this was a ghost town, since I saw no cars or any other living soul around. I got shivers at the total silence. As I reached the next block, I looked to my right and finally saw signs of life and lights further on in the distance. When I made the final turn to where the Renoir was, I saw a huge gated property with three very large Victorian buildings which were outlined in strings of small white lights. There was a grand spotlight that lit a marble fountain in the center of a well manicured lawn. I was too amazed at the buildings to notice any other features as I walked up to what seemed to be the main entrance. I walked into the lobby. Instantly the decor gave me the feeling of home away from home. It was very warm, adorable-looking and inviting. The air smelled fresh with hints of the aromas from the beverages and peoples fragrances. There were clusters of lounge chairs with tables that looked really comfortable, and intricate. People were sitting & chatting, while some had drinks at the bar and others sipped on coffee or tea by the large warm fireplace. It sure was a large, beautiful elaborate lobby... heck, this was more than a lobby. It seemed that it also served as a bar-cafe. The classical music that filled the room from an impressive sounding stereo system, gave the room a peaceful feeling. My gaze fell on the wall as I walked by spotting several signed pictures dedicated to the owner and the hotel. The pictures were of well-known composers and musicians as well as famous celebrities that flocked to Jarvis every year for the annual Jarvis Classical Music Festival. The musical event was one of the largest of its kind in the world. There were other walls with pictures decorating them, but I made a mental note to check them out at a later time. I made my way to the back right side of the large room, towards the reception desk. As I walked, I slowly saw heads turning and glancing in my direction. It was awkward and I felt like the new kid in town, but that was to be expected I guess since I was. However, I don't think my truck stop clothing helped my image at the moment. Nonetheless, I glanced back and scanned around the room, looking at all the new unfamiliar faces. There was one girl that stood out. It must have been her larger than average breasts peeking out the top of her pale red-velor V-neck blouse, perky like they were waving "hello" to me that caught my attention. Even though I had so much sex today, my penis responded to her exotic beauty. And of course I managed to make a fool of myself. I had been looking at her cleavage so intently that I tripped over the edge of a area rug and almost fell on a terrified looking older couple that thought I was about to plow into them. I heard gasps from all around, but regained my balance at last minute and managed to stay standing. A little girl who was with the older couple, burst into tears and started crying loudly. She was probably their granddaughter and looked no older than five. The grandmother took her in her arms to comfort her and quiet her down. I turned red with embarrassment. This was the first time I had made a little girl cry. Usually kids like me, but I guess I would also get scared shit-less if someone four times taller and bigger than me was about to crush me. I smiled sheepishly when I regained my composure and reached the receptionist who was staring at me with her mouth wide open. "Reservation for Adam Martin," I said looking into the big brown eyes of a very good-looking, twenty-something smartly dressed girl. Damn... all these beautiful women in one place. The very thought of it was making me excited with the possibilities. "That was some entrance you made Mr. Martin," she said chuckling and giving me a friendly wink. "Area rugs are evil," I said shrugging. She laughed at my attempt at humor. I appreciated that. "My name is Catherine. Welcome to the Renoir Bed and Breakfast," she said as she handed me a form to fill out. I searched around for a pen and found one after following her gaze on the desk. The room had resumed its cheery chatter since my display of aerobatics, and was quite relieved that the little girl had finally calmed down and stopped crying. "Sorry to ask you, since I already know who you are, in fact, I have always looked forward to seeing pictures of you every year. But I need to take a photocopy of your ID, government rules you see." "You have seen pictures of me?" "Your grandmother always brings me something when she visits for the festival every year, but it's the pictures of you I enjoy the most, especially the ones when you were ten years old on a Caribbean vacation." "Oh my... the ones when I was nude also?" I asked turning red. She nodded her head and smiled. "She is in so much trouble now, I will get her a present from the dollar store this year just for doing that. I am so embarrassed, my mother should have never sent those to her. And grandma had no right to share those." "Nothing to be embarrassed about," she said, "they're very cute." I was just shaking my head, mouth agape, ears burning as I wondered how many people had seen those pictures. Wanting to change the subject, I pushed my drivers license towards her and tried my best to ignore her look of amusement at my discomfort. "You are on the second floor, in room C # (sharp). Do you need help with your luggage?" I thought the way they named the rooms after notes was smart and told her I travel light and I didn't any need help. She asked me to follow her so she could show me my room. I told her I was at a disadvantage, for we both knew each others names, but she had the advantage of seeing me nude. She replied while chuckling that she thought I was a bit forward and was naughty but cute. We exchanged some chit chat as we made our way to my room. I followed close behind her, taking peeks at her fine ass as it jiggled and her hips swayed with every step. It was a nice size, not too small not too big. The tight knee length skirt with the small slit in the back that showed the top of her nylons and garter belt with every step she took... I was hard again. This was the first time I had had so much sex in one day and still wanted more! As we neared the room, a maid wearing a classic black maid uniform with a white apron and bonnet and a very revealing short skirt, greeted us in the hallway. "Goodnight Ms. Catherine," she said in an exotic accent, while looking at me and sizing me up. When she was finally finished with her assessment of me, she looked into my eyes and added, "Goodnight sir." "Are you done with all the rooms Miranda?" "Yes Ms. Catherine," she replied as she started to walk toward the exit, while occasionally looking and stealing glances at me. "Goodnight Miranda," I said flashing her a big goofy smile, because I was happy that I knew her name. Trying hard to keep my eyes on her face and not letting them wander on her breasts or long sensual legs. "Watch out for the area rug!" exclaimed Catherine. Startled, I stop in my tracks and looked on the floor but there was no rug, the joke was on me. I think she did it because I was flirting with Miranda. "Is the staff allowed to harass the guests?" I asked amused. She shook her head and laughed. Her smile and laugh were contagious, I laughed with her. At the end of the hallway was a sun room, filled with plants. I was about to ask what that room was, when Catherine told me it was a Jacuzzi with sauna rooms, and then she informed me that clothing was required at all times. I looked at her with a cute smirk on my face, wondering if she could see the wheels turning in my head. "Do I look like a nudist to you?" I asked amused, then I remembered she had seen those embarrassing pictures. "Don't answer that," I quickly added before she could give me a smart ass reply. We reached the room and she pulled a card key from her pocket. Catherine opened the door and led me in. I wanted to whistle, but held back minding my manners, this room was amazing! There was a king size bed, a dresser, desk with leather chair, and a table with two chairs near the window. It even had a walk-in closet that lead to the suit bathroom with a shower and his and hers vanities. Across from the bed was an accent table against the wall, and a 50 inch flat panel LCD TV. Over-sized imitation Renoir paintings decorated the walls. Real plants clustered in one corner, gave the room a more natural feeling. There was no expense spared when they designed this room that was for sure. I asked if there was internet. She went over to the desk and picked up a package and handed it to me. Adam Martin - The Pupil Ch. 03 "This is a welcome package. It's for special guests that will also be living in Jarvis. You will find all the information you need about our town in there, plus the code for wireless internet. All of our guests have access to the town wide Wi-Fi, and you will also find a LAN jack near the power outlet to the right of the desk," she explained. Needless to say I was really impressed and I told her so. She thanked me and told me her grandmother took pride in running the Renoir Bed and Breakfast. "You're Mrs. Clark's granddaughter?" I asked and suddenly it all made sense now. I knew her features seemed familiar somehow. My grandmother had shown me pictures of her and Mrs. Clark from the times she had stayed here. I studied Catherine for a brief second not wanting to stare, and noticed she looked just like a younger version of her grandmother. She started telling me when breakfast, lunch and dinner were served and informed me that my grandmother would pay for everything I wanted, apart from liquor. I thanked her and pulled out a ten dollar bill from my wallet, which she refused to take and told me gratitude was included in the prices and that the staff would not accept any tips. "I hope you have a pleasant stay with us, Mr. Martin," she said smiling. I thanked her and watched as she walked out the door. I asked if I would see her again and she told me she worked most of the evenings, as she walked out and slowly shut the door, leaving me alone in my room. I ran to the bed and threw myself on it. I had never slept on such a big bed, this is going to be awesome I thought to myself as I buried my head in an incredibly soft, fluffy white pillow. If I got too comfortable, I'd surely fall asleep, so I quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed my luggage to put everything away. All the clothes that I owned fit in exactly two drawers. That's kinda sad.. I could've sworn I filled up more drawers back home. Then it dawned on me that half of the clothes I had owned were ones my stepfather had chosen for me that I had refused to bring with me. They were all his style not mine and I resented that he and my mother had never asked me what type of clothes I preferred. I unpacked my laptop and plugged it in to the power outlet and the LAN, then turned it on and went to take a pee while everything loaded. When I returned, I walked to the two large french doors at the back of the room and peeked outside to see a balcony. I opened the doors and was greeted by the night breeze blowing in from the lake. I was enamored by the gorgeous view of the lake and the trees. The air smelled fresh and everything just seemed so peaceful and serene. I felt so happy and content being here and away from home. I felt like I was finally free with not a care in the world and vowed to myself, that from this moment on, this would be my life now. I would never look back again. Taking in another deep breath of fresh air, I decided to leave the doors open and walked back to my laptop started the messenger. I signed on the account that a kept for family and friends. I felt the need to keep it separate from my spam, junk, and strangers account. First, I sent a message to grandmother and waited for her to reply. My mother sent me a message asking how my trip was, I told her it was fine, and told her about my awesome room. Soon friends also started chatting with me, then finally my grandmother replied to my message. I thanked her for everything and we chatted about the town, she told me some places of interest that I might want to see. I told her about Catherine and the nude pictures and she just laughed at my embarrassment. I use to think she over used "LOL", but this time she replied with "LMAO" several times. Old women I thought as I shook my head. I also wrote her a long thank you note from the bottom of my heart and sent that to her in an email. I reached in my pocket and found Liza's email and also sent her a thank you note, telling her I would call her in the morning. I was restless and wanted to explore, but I was also dead tired from the long trip and love making with Liza. Plus I hadn't slept well on the bus at all. I got up and started to get ready to go to sleep. I took off my clothes and headed for the shower but before I got the the bathroom entrance, I heard the incoming email beep from the laptop. I decided I wanted to shower first before I answered it, and went into the shower, setting the water temperature warm, the way I liked it. I had forgotten to unpack my toiletries that were in my backpack, but then realized everything I needed was here in little bottles, even a toothbrush and comb. I tied a towel around my waist after drying myself off, then let it drop on the floor and laughed. I was on my own now. No one to see me naked, no need to cover up or ask if anyone needed to use the bathroom anymore. It was one of the rules I always forgot at home and always got in trouble for. Everytime I forgot to ask, everyone in the family remembered they needed to suddenly poop or pee as soon as I stepped foot in the shower. Sometimes I thought they had secretly installed an "Adam is in the bathroom taking a shower" radar and when it beeped they would purposely come to torment me. I went to the laptop to see who it was that had sent me a email. It was from Liza. She said she was awake and I could call her now if I wanted too. She would be up and wait for my call. I took my new cell-phone from the backpack and dialed the number she had given me as I walked over to the bed. I turned down the cover and laid down. She answered the phone. I greeted her. "Hi, I miss you already baby!" The way she said that melted my heart. "I miss you too, I had a wonderful time. I can't wait to see you again." "How about this weekend? If you have nothing planned that is." "Even if I had plans, I would cancel them to be with you." I was surprised at what I said, but knew I really meant it. "Awww, that's so sweet baby" There were a flashes in the sky, and I could smell rain. I got up to close the balcony doors as I chatted with Liza about a variety of topics including what my room looked like. I walked out and leaned on the balcony door as I continued with my conversation feeling the air caress my body. I was hard yet again just from hearing Liza's sexy voice and from the breeze blowing gently on my bare cock and balls. After a few minutes as I stood near the doors ready to close them, then from the corner of my eye saw someone in a balcony to my far right side. Another embarrassing moment I thought because I was almost fully erect from talking little lovers chat with Liza. "Stroke it for me.." I heard a sexy raspy voice whisper from the balcony. I started to turn to my right to see who said that. It was a woman with her face and upper body hidden in the shadows, but as I stood staring, trying to make her out in the darkness, she suddenly lifted her skirt up and slipped her hand in her panties. Oh my god... she was playing with her pussy right in front of me... maybe even for me.. My words came out muffled and I lost my train I thought. I went blank and did not hear what Liza said. I lied to her telling her the phone cut out and for her to repeat it. I felt a rush of excitement as I placed my hand on my cock and stroked it a few times. I think I was turning into a voyeur. The thought of showing off my body and masturbating for this lady, made me even harder. I told Liza I wanted to masturbate as I talked to her. At first she laughed, but when she felt I was dead serious she joined me and we started telling each other what we were doing. I talked loud enough for the lady on the balcony to hear me and could hear her moaning as she played with her clit as she stared at my naked body and my hand massaging my hard cock. "I'm stroking my cock... imagining your silky, small hand rubbing it, and your mouth on my cock-head sucking, as your tongue tastes it." "I'm massaging my clit, thinking of your tongue and how it feels when you lick it," she said moaning her ecstasy into the phone. "I pry open your vulva with my thumbs and search for your clit with my hungry tongue. When I find your little mountain of joy I take it into my mouth and suck it, rubbing your peak with the tip of my tongue," I told Liza as I started beating my cock harder, putting on a show for the woman on the balcony. She saw me looking at her, and unbuttoned her skirt letting it puddle down around her feet. She was wearing black high heel pumps. Next she pulled down her skimpy panties to her knees. She gave me a full view of her mound as she spread her pussy lips slightly apart. She spread her vulva with one hand and played with her clit in circular movements with the other, as she murmured in pleasure. "I want nothing more right now, than to have your stiff cock in my mouth, sucking it and playing with your balls as I taste your manhood... your sweet smell filling my senses, making me feel complete." I moaned. "Yeah, suck it baby, lick it," I said a few times to Liza as I continued my show for the lady on the balcony. "I love when you lick the tip of my dick with your tongue, and the way you play with my balls at the same time, the sensation sends me over the edge, it feels like paradise," I said to her as I beat my cock harder, leaning forward and grabbing onto the balcony railing to support myself better as I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear. "Oh baby I'm so, so wet. Fa, fu, fuck I'm creaming myself," Liza said as she breathed harder into the phone. "I'm ready to cum baby, oh, here it comes, I can feel my seeds about to erupt, mm, here I cum!" I said as I thrust my pelvis out, and started shooting cum over the balcony, I squatted a bit as my knees felt weak from the orgasm. "Oh dear, fuck, you're such a sexy boy! Your body is god made. Greek gods have blessed you with abundant beauty," said the lady on the balcony a little too loud. "Is anyone talking to you Adam?" Liza inquired in almost an accusing jealous tone. "No it's the TV," I lied. I heard the lady on the balcony giggle. I gave her little awkward wave as I went into my room and closed the doors. I headed for the bathroom and got a hand towel, wet it and cleaned my cock. I turned off the lights and headed to bed, telling Liza how happy she made me. I lay down in the bed, on the crisp, cool, clean smelling white sheets. It felt so good. I felt so free, on my own and excited about my life for the first time. I felt like a man, who had shed out of his boyhood. I continued talking to Liza for a few more minutes before wishing each other a goodnight. I hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand, then turned to my side, closed my eyes and drifted into a comfortable sleep. When I got up the next morning, I felt like I had fully transformed into a man. I had a bounce to my step that was not there yesterday, pride I had never felt, and sex on my mind from the minute I got up with a morning woody. I decided I would shower, exercise a bit, then visit the sauna before I had breakfast. I walked to the balcony doors and looked outside. It was still raining, but I still wanted to go out exploring. After all, I did have that poncho that the bus driver gave me. Even if it was one of those cheap dollar store ones I figured it would still serve its purpose. I walked to the bathroom, set the water and did my morning duties before I went under the shower. By the time I hit the shower, the mirror was all steamed up. I stood there leisurely cleansing my body and taking my sweet time, thoroughly enjoying the fact that I didn't have to rush so someone else could use the bathroom. When I dried off, I walked near the balcony doors and started my Tai-Chi Chuan routine. It was not the Tai-Chi you see the people doing in the parks, this routine was traditional Chinese martial arts fused with Ying and Yang. The movements, more punchy, strong and fluid. I had been studying it for twelve years since I was six years old and still had a long way to go. At this point, I felt I was experienced enough to vend off most attacks on me, if they happened. I wrapped myself in a towel, took my card key and headed down the hall to take a sauna. I loved saunas and couldn't wait to see this one. After my sauna, I decided to sit in the jacuzzi a while. This is so luxurious I thought as I giggled to myself in delight. I felt refreshed, relaxed, and carefree for once in my life. =========================== End of Chapter 03 – Bed and Breakfast. Adam Martin - The Pupil By Christian G. Kay Copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay All rights reserved.