The young girl moaned in shuddering ecstasy as Glendora Adams brushed her lips over the pale silken flesh of her inner thigh, Glen's tongue slipped out like sensuous fire. It teased almost to the soft tuft of golden pubic hair, then leapt like an electrical spark to the girl's other thigh.
Each time she turned her head from side to side, Glendora eased her lips closer-closer-to the already open and eager vagina just before her. Her hands gently caressed the girl's young, nubile body, savoring the sweet thrill of youthful flesh under their palms. As her tongue and lips caressed first the right thigh, then the left-as her breath sent zephyrs of delight scurrying through diaphanous pubic hair-her long-fingered hands savored the eager flesh of young hips and slender, almost childlike waist She inched upward, played her fingers over the girl's rib cage, and then, with a slow intensity and an insistent tenderness, she savored the touch of smooth flesh on the sides and underneath of the girl's pert upthrust breasts.
Her tongue licked higher on the girl's right thigh. This time, as she moved her head to the left, she arrested movement when her mouth was over her partner's channel of love.
Glendora took a deep breath and exhaled a warm stream of air directly into the girl's open and wet sexual slit.
Again the girl sighed in ecstasy as Glen moved her head once more to the left thigh. Now her long fingers were gently stroking the pink erectile nipples of the girl's breasts as her breath began to pant from her slender body.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh ... good ... oh ... Miss Adams ... "
Glendora teased the nubile young body with maddening patience. She was doing what she enjoyed doing most. She was teaching, indoctrinating, taking every necessary minute to introduce the girl with her to sexual pleasure so vibrant, so intense that she could never forget the lesson. And she was also teaching the student her own body, so that, with the knowledge of ecstasy imparted, she could eventually become teacher and Glendora could receive her own ecstatic pleasure from the once innocent virgin she now mentored.
Now her mission was one of slow, deliberate-complete arousal. She wanted the girl with her to tingle in every nerve, to come alive in the Sapphic delights she had brought to her this evening. Almost a full half hour before, she had begun her oral caress of the girl's legs. She had begun with the toes, licking each one, letting her eager tongue slip between each of them over and over again. She had tickled the soles of the girl's feet, run her lips and tongue slowly over her ankles and calves. She had licked and stroked every single nerve, making her student sigh and gasp in a pleasure she had never known-perhaps had never even thought possible.
Glen had licked her way up and over the calves, she had caressed the girl's knee and slipped her tongue behind those knees to caress the tender flesh there. She had kissed and licked as her long-fingered hands had stroked the girl's thighs, moving with maddening slowness ever upward-ever closer-to the temple of the young girl's capacity for pleasure.
Now she had almost arrived at her goal. Glen wanted to postpone the final moment of contact for as long as she possibly could. She wanted the girl to be in absolute thralldom to her caress. She would be the sexual master and the student her impassioned, powerless, craving slave.
She removed her hand from the girl's small upthrust breast, let it slip lingeringly over flat abdomen and hips. Now both her hands were on the girl's slender hips, their thumbs pointing to the silken tuft of golden pubic hair dotted with the drops of her sexual fluid which sparkled like diamonds, rubies, and silver dew in the flickering candlelight of the room.
Glendora lifted her head and looked directly at the beautiful young prize lying just before her eager get lips. The hair could have been, of spun gold, the labia were like the petals of a delicate pink rose, and beyond the wide and eager opening she could actually see the erectile button of the clitoris.
With a slight, erotic pressure of her thumbs, she gently pulled the damp flesh even wider apart. She savored the view for a long moment of eternity before slowly lowering her mouth to the feast of love she enjoyed so much.
The girl cried out in abandoned pleasure as Glen's tongue shot into her like a fiery celestial sword. She gasped again as Glen found the button of the clitoris and circled it gently.
"Oh ... yes ..." the girl gasped. Then, "Oh no ... " Then, "Please, Miss Adams ... Oh, my God ..."
Glendora had her lips inside the girl's sexual opening now. They puckered around the long shaft of the clitoris as her hands slipped under the girl's firm, youthful buttocks to cup the warm flesh and pull it even dose, if possible, to her skilled and sensuous mouth.
She concentrated on her goal. She knew the girl under her hand never felt such extreme ecstasy- had probably never even experienced an organ This would be her first-wildly frightening, insanely ecstatic-a burst of pleasure so impossible it would drug her for the rest of her life.
Glen sucked on the erectile clit, drew it as deeply into the hot confines of her mouth as she could, and, with it there, allowed her tongue the sweet thrill of rolling lazily around the pencil-like tube.
Now, she could feel the girl's fingers lacing into the hair of her head. The hips beneath her mouth were moving involuntarily now, responding to the intensity of the sensations shooting through them with a growing abandon which was almost instinctual.
The girl pulled Glen's bead tighter to her wet pubis. Glen dug her nails into the firm flesh of the girl's buttocks and sucked and licked on the eager flesh of the clitoris, literally pulling it closer and closer toward a soul-shattering orgasm.
The room was a lemon dream of candlelight. The bed sheets were of smooth, erotic satin, and the music Glen had placed on her turntable drummed the insistent beat of the Bolero against the gasps and sighs of the two women twined in Sapphic abandon the bed.
"Oh, no ..." the girl gasped again. "I can't ... I ... no ... I don't want ... "
Glen knew her student was experiencing the first rising certainty of full orgasm. She could fed the young girl rising, drawing ever closer to a release which would ultimately be so total it might even threaten to disrupt her sanity for as long as a full minute.
Still, she kept on licking her eager tongue up, then over, then around the sweet succulent button of the clitoris, deep within the hot, moist folds of the inner labia. Her fingers were almost brutal now as she clawed the girl's flesh tighter to her, and the girl herself responded by thrashing her hips in wild abandon against Glendora's mouth.
Then, Glen felt the first total snap of the girl's throbbing release. She cried out, thrust her hips almost brutally against Glen's mouth as the older woman felt the throbbing convulsions of spasm after spasm as multiple orgasm surged through the girl's body.
She continued to roll her hips and tongue around the pulsating shaft of the clitoris as the girl thrashed in abandoned madness under her touch. Again and again, she spasmed, gasping in inchoate ecstasy as she did so. She would cry out in half words, sigh, "Yes," then, "No," and swear as well.
The tics and spasms surged through her body like a tidal wave of mindless, soulless, all-powerful ecstasy, controlling her utterly with energy which seemed to come from the very heavens themselves.
Glen could feel the ripples of the girl's release surging through her own body. She became one with the entirety of the scene. She was no longer Glendora Adams, a lonely woman who had just celebrated her thirtieth birthday. She was in another dimension-mindless, bodyless. She was the incarnation of the girl's orgasm. She was one with the throbbing hips, the hypnotic beat of Ravel's music coming from the twin speakers. She was one with the girl's impassioned breathing and with the candlelight. One flesh-one body-one mind, one soul-one complete and beautiful madness ...
The girl's pulsing spasms of release were slower now, spaced farther apart, yet they still rippled through her like the tides caused by a pebble dropped into the still water of a pond. Like those same ripples of water, they would continue forever, becoming smaller and smaller, seeming perhaps ultimately to disappear, yet always being there, constantly reminding the young girl that, even years from now, when she sought sexual release, she would crave for it like this, with Glendora or a woman like her arousing her totally and absolutely with lips and tongue.
The girl shuddered almost convulsively and then lay still. Her body was covered with a thin film of perspiration. Her tiny breasts heaved up and down with the expansion and contraction of lungs drawing great gulps of air into themselves.
Glendora still kept her mouth tightly pressed to the girl's wet sexual opening. Gently she continued to caress the hot flesh against her lips and tongue with a lover's soft concern.
Finally, she lifted her head and gazed down at the naked, exhausted girl beneath her.
Sissy Mason was at once unique and like a hundred others before her. She was beautiful in the pink, rosebud flush of childishness coupled with the bloom of adolescence still upon her. Her long blonde hair cascaded like moonlight from her head and flowed like a golden river over the satin sheets of Glen's huge double bed. Her lips were soft, and parted slightly. Her body had all the beauty of first physical maturity without any of the signs of age which would overtake it perhaps even before she ended her teens.
Sissy Mason was the latest in a long string of students at Northrup Academy who had been gratified by and had, in turn, gratified their history teacher and dormitory mistress, Miss Glendora Adams.
Glen looked down at the beautiful slender form of Sissy Mason for a long, luxurious moment before reaching out to touch again the smooth flesh of the girl's abdomen. Gently, she played the palm of one hand over the girl's stomach and up to caress the firm flesh of one pert breast.
Sissy opened her eyes. She was still having some difficulty breathing.
"Did it feel good?" Glen asked.
The girl seemed unable to speak for several seconds. Finally she drew in a shuddering breath and sighed. "I ... I never thought ..."
"Never thought what?" Glen asked.
"Never thought I ... that ... Oh, Miss Adams. It was so good ... it felt ... I can't even describe ..."
"And there's more." Glen's hand stroked the again erect nipple of the girl's breast.
"More! I don't think I-"
"Oh, yes," Glen soothed. 'We will share love and pleasure for a long time, Sissy." Her fingers were like silken stimulators on the girl's already flushed breast. "There are many things to learn. I will teach you your body as you never knew your body to be. I will show you all the wonderful, sensuous ways it can be thrilled to ecstasy."
"Oh, Miss Adams, I-"
"Then, I will show you my body. I will teach you how to thrill and be thrilled."
"Miss Adams ... I-"
Glen removed her hand from the girl's breast, then took both of Sissy's hands in hers to lift the girl to a sitting position. "But now, Sissy," she said, "you must go. You can't stay here. Go back to the dormitory and sleep in your own bed. We will share each other another time."
"But can't I-"
"No, Sissy." Glen's voice was firm. "You must not stay here. If anyone found out about this, you know what would happen. You would be expelled and I-well, I'm sure you can imagine."
The girl lowered her head sadly, and obediently' slid from the bed. She slipped into a pair of filled bikini panties and then into the more austere white blouse and plaid skirt which had for fifty years been the uniform of Northrup Academy. Finally she took the three books she had placed on the table in Glen's living room and started for the door.
Glen was still naked as the girl stopped at the door to the hail and smiled impishly. "Thanks for helping me with my studies," she said.
"Oh, my dear, you're very welcome. You know how happy I am to help in any way I can."
The girl pulled the door open, slipped quickly into the hail and closed it behind her.
Glen stood naked in the small, cozy living room of her apartment. She seemed bathed in the warmth of candlelight. On the turntable, the sensuous rhythm of Ravel's Bolero still played on and on.
She sighed. It was always this way the first time with one of the girls. She would minister to needs they didn't even know existed. She would bring them to arousal and full pleasure, then release; and then they would leave. Sometimes it took her two or three meetings before she could show them how to bring her to her own orgasm.
And always after a first experience with a new partner like Sissy, she would find herself feeling empty, incomplete, and terribly, terribly excited.
She trembled almost as if iii cold as she walked back to the bedroom and opened the door of her wardrobe. She stood staring at herself in the hill length mirror for some time.
She was still remarkably attractive even if she had just passed her thirtieth birthday, she thought. The slender, yet somehow strangely voluptuous reflection of her form stared back at her from the glass of the wardrobe mirror. In the soft glow of the candlelight, it seemed to have a sensuous, yet ghostlike quality, almost as if it were not a reflection of herself, not an image, but, in fact, another woman. This time she let her imagination soar forth on the wings of her excitation. Before her stood, not a child, but a mature sexual partner, her still beautiful and smooth face framed by a thundercloud of ebony hair, her full lips slightly parted, eager to give and take kiss after kiss, eager to savor the equally desirous flesh of her own body.
Glen let her eyes roam downward from full lips to firm jaw, over the pale flesh of her slender back, to her strong, yet softly feminine shoulders, and then to the large and still firm globes of her breasts. She stared at their long nipples appearing almost purple in the flickering light and then, almost as if she were acting as the subject of the image and the image itself were mesmerizing her, she lifted her hands. She let her palms caress her body, moving upward from firm, flaring hips, over her abdomen and up until she was cupping and caressing the flesh of her breasts.
She sighed as the tingling sensations of arousal began to ripple through her. She skillfully played with nipples and breasts with her left hand as she let her right slide downward again. It caressed her flat abdomen, stretched long and eager fingers into the silken tuft of black pubic hair pointing in a perfect arrow to the channel of her passion.
As her left hand kneaded and caressed her breasts, she slid the fingers of her right downward until she found the wet river of passion flowing from her eager vaginal lips. She sighed in ecstasy as she stared at the image in the mirror.
"Make it good," she said softly. "Make it come off beautifully."
She swayed slightly as if rocking to the music which still throbbed from her turntable. Then, she parted her legs slightly, and eagerly slipped two fingers into her already wet vagina.
She found the eager knob of her clitoris and stroked gently, knowing that her arousal was so intense as a result of her contact with Sissy a moment before that it would only be seconds before she too spasmed to orgasm.
Indeed, she had only caressed herself three or four times before the first spasm shot through her.
She gasped. Her legs trembled. She sank to her knees with her finger still flicking rapidly inside her hot flesh.
"Oh, God," she sighed as wave after wave of intense physical pleasure shot through her. She curled on the floor of her bedroom, savored the texture of the furry carpet and the soft-hard ministrations of her finger caressing her clitoris.
And then, slowly, gradually, it was over, like a coasting vehicle throbbing and jolting and finally coming to an absolute and total halt.
It was over. She had reached physical satisfaction and yet, as always, there was an emptiness to it, and a despair, which she could not quite understand or explain.
Still trembling slightly, she rose to her feet and slowly walked to the living room of her small apartment. She removed the player arm from the record and snapped on the light. Then she set about snuffing the myriad candles which had burned there.
What was wrong with her? she wondered. Was she really so old that sexual contact had lost its thrill for her? She had just turned thirty the day before and the trauma was heavy on her. She was losing her youth and was even more conscious of it than most women because she was surrounded by all the young and beautiful and terribly, terribly desirable girls who attended Northrup Academy.
Was it the fact that she was getting old? she wondered, as she again snapped off the lights in the living room and walked through the heavy smell of smoldering wicks to the still candlelit bedroom.
A woman shouldn't think that way. Everyone turned thirty. It wasn't the end of everything. Besides, she thought, she still had Sissy-sweet, innocent, succulent; hot Sissy. She could still teach the girl to do all the things she herself knew. The girl would be an apt pupil. She would come to the apartment tomorrow for another tutoring lesson in "history."
Only the history would be of carnal enjoyment and sexual thrills. Sissy would slip out of her school uniform tomorrow and reveal her slender, blonde, eager body, and then Glen would teach her how to caress breasts and pubes-how to use her hands and her lips. Yes, tomorrow after dinner, during the study hour, she would have Sissy's body and that sweet, young nubile flesh would at last bring her to thrashing climax as she had just done for the girl.
Tomorrow.
A frown clouded her sensuous face as she began to snuff the candles in the bedroom. There were other things she had to do tomorrow. They were things which might prove very unpleasant. They were even frightening-so frightening in fact that she had pushed them out of her mind. She had tried to drown the truth in her enjoyment of Sissy's young and impassioned flesh; But still the truth hung over her like the ax of doom.
She snuffed out the last candle and slipped between the still warm satin sheets of her big bed.
Tomorrow.
She had been ordered to report to Dean Lydecker's office immediately after breakfast. She wondered if he could have found out about her sexual relations with the girls. She had been at the academy for almost eight years-ever since she had graduated from college. Over those years, she had savored the bodies of more girls than she could ever remember. Could any one of them have confessed to Dean Lydecker? she wondered. Could someone else have seen or suspected?
Glendora Adams curled in her huge bed. She pondered the unknown as she curled her body into itself. She knew that her meeting with Dean Lydecker the following day would mark a turning point in her life.
What she didn't know was just how catastrophic that turning point would be.
CHAPTER TWO
Armand Lydecker had been the dean of Northrup Academy as long as any teacher or student there could remember. He was an overweight, florid, bald man who, more than anything else, looked like a clean-shaven Santa Claus, meticulously dressed in a three-piece grey suit. Dean Lydecker believed in the old-fashioned way of doing things as he thought the old-fashioned way might have been. He thought of himself as a just, but firm, administrator, and he frequently mentioned the fact that discipline was a vital stone in the total structure of a young girl's education.
That discipline was invariably administered by Armand Lydecker himself because he believed that young ladies should follow a straight and very narrow path.
Glendora Adams was admitted to the dean's inner office where he apologized to her for the necessity of having her wait while he disciplined a young girl already there.
Glen seated herself on a bench against one wall of Lydecker's spacious office and watched as the fat, bald man interrogated the girl. Although she did hot like the idea of what she knew would follow, there was a part of it which had invariably proved to be a great personal benefit to her. After Lydecker disciplined a girl, that girl always proved very responsive to Glen's tender, concerned approach to her. Indeed, Glen believed that she had shared sexual favors with every girl Lydecker had disciplined over the previous eight years.
The girl who stood before the dean's desk now was a fifteen-year-old named Catherine Gyle. She was small for her age and, as a result, gave the impression that she was much younger than she actually was. Like all the girls at Northrup, she was dressed in her uniform of plaid skirt and white blouse. She was trembling as Armand Lydecker let his eyes roam over the budding curves of her adolescent body.
"So." His deep voice rolled almost like a note from a huge organ, over the room. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Thought you could sneak Out of the dormitory and meet your young man in town without being seen?"
"No sir," the girl was almost stammering.
"Ha!" His voice was like an explosion. "We know. We saw. Oh, yes. We know everything you did!"
The girl seemed about to collapse from sheer terror. "No ... I-"
"Sitting in his car. Oh yes, we saw! The only reason we didn't stop you last night is that we wanted to see just exactly how far you would go. Admit it. You were there in the car with him! Weren't you?"
"Yes sir."
"And you let him touch you and feel you and cup his hands on your ... your ... bosom."
"Yes sir. But we ..."
"Never mind!" he snapped. "You had his ... his member ... in your hand. Didn't you?"
"I-"
"Didn't you?"
"Yes sir."
"And you gave him his degenerate satisfaction with your hand?"
"I-"
"Didn't you?"
"What's wrong with-"
"Wrong! You violated the rules of the academy. You slipped away from the dormitory after bed check. You went to town and there you engaged in a disgusting, perverted act of sexual lust and abandon-"
"A hand job?"
The dean ignored the girl. "We are going to have to punish you, Catherine-punish you severely so that you won't even think of boys any more-so that you will pay strict attention to your studies and to the rules of the academy."
"But, sir, I-"
"No buts, young lady. Lean over the desk!"
Dean Lydecker rounded his side of the huge desk. When he did so Glendora was not surprised to see the bamboo switch in his hand.
"Believe me, Catherine," he told the girl as one pudgy hand lifted the hem of her plaid skirt to reveal the diaphanous white panties covering her firmly rounded buttocks, "this hurts me far more than it will you."
He slipped pudgy fingers under the waistband of the young girl's panties and pulled them down to reveal the rounded flesh of her buttocks.
Glendora watched as Dean Lydecker switched the girl fifteen times. Catherine cried out in agony and the dean's eyes were wide. The child was sobbing when Lydecker finished, and he himself was trembling and covered with perspiration. He seemed barely able to control himself as he told the girl to return to her duties and to think twice before sneaking into town again.
Still sobbing, Catherine passed Glendora on her way to the door, then limped out of the huge office.
Apprehensive, yet still maintaining an expression of casual curiosity, Glendora crossed to Armand Lydecker's desk. The dean was sitting now. He was still breathing heavily, but seemed in better control of himself than he had been a moment before. Glen wanted to speak out to him-tell him what she thought of him and why she thought he really liked to discipline the girls-but she held her tongue. The next few minutes could mean the end of her career as a teacher.
"Miss Adams." Lydecker looked up. "I have some very unconventional news and because of the subject matter I have decided to poll each member of the faculty separately. That way I shall be able to make an honest report to the board of directors before Thursday."
She waited a long moment as he leaned back in his swivel chair and stared at her.
Finally, he said, "The board of directors is considering making Northrup coeducational."
Her mouth actually dropped open. He did not suspect her secret sexual cravings nor the way she had satisfied them for the past eight years, but this-this could be even worse.
"Well, don't just stand there looking as if someone had slapped you. What do you think of the matter?"
"I-I'm shocked," she managed to gasp. She couldn't tell him the truth-the fact that she was enjoying a beautiful and secure life of sexual abandon with young, impressionable girls who were quite literally locked away from men and whose bodies were craving any release they could find. She couldn't tell him that boys entering the academy would ruin her sexual paradise. She had to think of some logical reasons for her shock.
"Shocked," he said. "Why shocked?"
"Well, sir." She groped for a reason to justify her stand-any reason. "The traditions of the academy have never involved the thought of male students. There's no end to the possible trouble which could result from haying boys come here."
"You mean-"
"Of course. We simply couldn't have them in the same dorms. Why, it would cause a scandal."
"Miss Adams," Lydecker said, "the board of directors estimates that the added income from tuitions fees would more than make up for the cost of having to build a new dormitory. Frankly, money is behind the whole thing. The directors feel that this move toward coeducation would not only show that Northrup is with the times, but, quite frankly, would more than double the school's income."
"Well, I'm against it," the snapped. "It's ... it's unthinkable. It's-immoral."
"Immoral, Miss Adams?" He seemed surprised.
"Yes!" she snapped. "You may tell the board that I'm against it and that it do everything in my power to prevent it." Without waiting for his permission, she spun around on her heel and stalked out of the office.
She had no duties for another full hour and was grateful because she was trembling with impotent fury. She was well aware of what would happen to her life if young men were allowed to come to the academy. There was probably not a single girl there who would prefer her embraces to that of a man if given the choice.
She stalked across the quadrangle to her snug apartment located in the west wing of the main dormitory building. To get there she had to enter the dormitory, climb one flight of stairs, and then turn left walk past several of the four-girl rooms to the end of the corridor.
It was in this final section of her walk that she heard the sobs, stopped at Catherine Gyle's room and saw the pretty young girl lying face down on her bed, sobbing more in humiliation than in pain.
Glen stood in the hall silently watching the girl's slender young body as it was wracked again and again by convulsions which shook it and the cot on which she was lying. Finally she stepped into the room, walked beside the bed and gently laid her hand on the girl's shoulder.
Catherine turned her head and looked at Glen through tear clouded eyes.
"He's mean," she sobbed. "He's a sick, dirty old man! I know why he does it. I know. He doesn't care if I see Billy. He just wants to whip us. I know."
"I know," Glen soothed. "I know." She rubbed the girl's shoulders in an understanding gesture of sympathy. "Here," she said at length, "why don't you come down to my quarters. I have some salve that will help you."
"Oh, Miss Adams, I-"
"It's alright, Cathy. Come on."
"Gosh ... I mean, thanks."
They walked the remaining few yards down the hail to Glen's quarters. Once inside, Glen told Cathy to slip out of her panties and lie down on the bed.
Naive, completely innocent, the girl obviously thought the older woman did, In fact, intend nothing more than to annoint her injured and smarting buttocks with some sort of healing salve. Obediently, she lifted her uniform skirt to her waist and removed her panties so that, when she did lie down on her stomach, the rounded red curves of her buttocks rose like beautiful ripe mounds of pink and inviting flesh.
Glendora had difficulty removing her eyes from the beauty of Catherine's twin mounds. She could hardly wait to touch the girl's flesh, to ease her hurt, and to indoctrinate her into the pleasures of Sapphic contact.
She forced herself to turn away from the girl's exposed flesh and walk to the bathroom, where, from the medicine chest, she removed a bottle of scented oil. Returning to the bedroom, she poured a little of the oil on her palm, and with soft, gentle strokes began to rub it onto Catherine's injured flesh.
"Tell me how it feels," she said as she rubbed.
"Better," Cathy told her. "Much better."
Slowly, with insinuating slyness, Glen moved her hands over the girl's buttocks so that, occasionally, and only then as if it were the most innocent of accidents, she allowed her thumb the whispered almost-touch of the girl's genital lips. She thought the could detect a faint, perhaps even involuntary quiver of response each time, but she was unsure.
She decided to talk to the girl as she rubbed her flesh with the scented oil. She lowered her voice to a sensuous pun as the asked about why she had risked punishment to sneak into town the previous night.
The girl confessed that she was terribly frustrated about being confined to the campus and had only wanted to see a friend of hers named Billy.
"You mean you left the campus to make love to him?" Glendora's voice held no accusation. It was merely a question.
"No. Not really. That's the whole trouble. I haven't even seen a boy for so long, I guess he knew it. We were just talking, honest, Miss Adams, and then when he started playing with my titties, I just couldn't stop him."
"I'll bet you didn't even want to, now did you?"
"Well-"
"Do you like your titties played with, Cathy?"
"Yeah," she said, "I guess so. It makes inc feel sort of all goosey."
"But Dean Lydecker said that you were playing with the young man."
"I was afraid," the girl confessed. "He wanted to you know ... do it. Go all the way and ... well, I was afraid. I knew he was hurting something awful and ... well, I'm still a virgin. I guess that's the real important thing."
"Did you like holding him? I mean in your hand?"
"Oh, yes! It was fun. I guess it was almost worth the whipping."
Cathy had completely stopped sobbing now. She was even smiling as she looked over her shoulder to Glendora who was still rubbing the scented oil into the firm flesh of her buttocks.
"But you're not going to sneak into town again, are you?"
"Oh no; Miss Adams."
"It's going to be hard, you know," Glendora said.
"What?"
"Being up here without your young man and thinking of what it's like to have your titties played with and what it's like to take him in your hand and jerk him off."
"Oh, don't!" the girl sighed. "I don't even want to think about it"
"But then," Glendora continued, "you know what kind of punishment you'd face if you went into town again."
"I know."
"And then, too, you know if you met him again, you couldn't just let it go letting him hive all the pleasure. You'd want some yourself. You'd be risking a baby every time."
"I know," the girl said sadly.
Glendora stopped rubbing the girl's flesh. She got up, walked to the bathroom and cleaned the soil from her hands before coming back to the room.
"You know-" she said as if she had become suddenly inspired by a totally new and unique idea.
"What?"
"I like you, Cathy," she said. "I'd like to help you ..."
"You would?"
"Yes, I really would, only-"
"Only what?"
"Only I can't let you risk a beating like you had this morning. I can't let you sneak off campus."
"I know." The girl had rolled on her side now but she was still naked from the waist down. She was obviously very sad.
"And I couldn't let you risk getting pregnant."
Cathy shook her head.
"But-" Glendora hesitated for a long moment as she looked deliberately into the girl's blue eyes.
"I could show you how to have all the cake you wanted and eat it too, if you know what I mean."
"You could?" A wide smile lit the girl's face as Glendora sat down beside her on the bed.
The older woman laid one palm on Catherine's right breast and looked at her deliberately. "You said you liked your titties rubbed, didn't you?"
Catherine seemed confused, perplexed. "I.-"
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Glendora purred.
"But I-"
"Promise you won't say a word," Glendora sighed, "and I'll show you things that no boy can ever show you."
"You will?"
"Didn't I make your hurt better?"
"Yes, but-"
Glendora's fingers were deftly in the buttons of the tiny girl's white blouse. Like the wings of twin hummingbirds they flew down the girl's torso from one button to the next until all of them had slipped easily through their holes. An instant later, her skilled fingers darted behind the girl's body, found the clasp, and unhooked her brassiere.
Catherine Gyle lay naked on Glendora's bed. The only item of clothing covering her in any way was the bunched plaid fabric of her skirt, crumpled like a lumpy sash around her waist.
Glendora looked down to the girl's tiny body. "You're beautiful," she said as her hand again reached out and this time touched the bare flesh of one firm breast.
The girl shuddered as Glen began to stroke the flesh.
"Oh, so beautiful," Glen said.
Catherine looked Glen directly in the eyes. She placed one of her hands on top of that of her teacher.
"Oh, Miss Adams," she sighed.
"What is it, Cathy?"
"Oh, Miss Adams ... please do me. Please. I'm so horny!"
Glen looked down at the pretty young girl and let her eyes roam over the pale flesh of her perfect little body. "Don't worry, darling," she assured her. "This will be the greatest thing you have ever felt in your entire life."
CHAPTER THREE
Their coupling was electric. Unlike Sissy Mason, Catherine Gyle was not content to lie back and be ministered to. From the first instant when Glen touched her lips to the girl's eager flesh, Catherine responded with a passion so intense it was almost overpowering. Already naked except for the rumpled uniform skirt around her waist, Catherine was, from the start, absolutely determined to strip her teacher as well.
They rolled together on the huge bed, Glen stroking and cupping and kissing the young girl's smooth flesh as Cathy pulled at the older woman's dress, tearing a button through its hole, lifting the skirt, grasping and exploring in an almost desperate quest to savor Glen's naked flesh.
Her hands darted up Glen's smooth thighs, found the already damp fabric of the teacher's panties, and stroked against it to make contact with the older woman's steaming sexual parts.
If Glen had, even for a moment, thought that the young girl with her would be only half aroused, half curious and half afraid like so many of the others with whom she had shared her body, she was sorely mistaken. Catherine was a wild and demanding beast of passion who, although technically still a virgin, was certainly no stranger to the arts of passionate interchange.
Almost with a sense of shock, Glen realized that the girl had somehow managed to strip her of her outer garments and was now pulling on the fabric of her diaphanous panties.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," Cathy gasped. "Then we'll both come off."
Glen had never been more pleasantly surprised in her life. She darted her fingers under the elastic of her panties and, almost brutally, pulled them down her long legs. This, she knew, was going to be perfect, for, although Cathy looked like a completely innocent child, she had, in just a matter of seconds, proved herself to be the wanton for whom Glendora had been searching so long.
Naked now, she rolled on her side, and, at the exact moment she felt Cathy's hot little tongue dart into her own scalding channel of sexual abandon, she placed her lips against the girl's moist vaginal opening.
There was nothing but a sea of flesh-sweet, succulent and impassioned-and Glendora delighted in drowning in it as she herself was being floated to supreme ecstasy by the ministrations of the girl's tongue on her most delicate parts.
She sucked greedily on Cathy's clitoris as she let her tongue roll around the sweet-tasting little knob of passion. As she did so, she could feel the almost electrical shivers of ecstasy scurrying through her own body as the young girl's lips and tongue savored her own sexuality.
There was nothing between them but abandoned passion as they sucked and liked and caressed each other. They were like a mindless beast with four breasts and two heads, crazed by passion to the point of trying to devour itself.
Release came more quickly than it had ever before. As if floodgates had suddenly exploded within each one of them at the same instant to allow a cascading stream of orgasmic honey to flood over them, they both shuddered at the same moment, and clasping even mores tightly to each other's sexual parts, they spasmed again and again and yet again, feeling each quiver of their own and their partner's sexual spasms against lips and tongue and mouth.
Finally shuddering, gasping for breath, and perspiring from the exhaustive throes of a passionate release more intense than either of them had ever felt, they rolled away and lay panting beside each other on the huge bed.
Glendora had never, until that time, experienced a release so thorough, so instant. The child-woman with her was everything she had always dreamt of. She was youth and beauty and all the apparent innocence of a child, yet she was thoroughly educated in matters of sex. She knew how to thrill and keep on thrilling. Glendora knew she could not simply enjoy Cathy's body and then let it go completely.
"Oh, Cathy," she sighed at length. "That was beautiful. My clit is still throbbing."
"Mine too, Miss Adams. You give real good head."
Glendora sighed. Almost sadly, she looked at her wristwatch. It was the only item of her clothing still intact. The rest lay scattered on the bed and beside it. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. "I have a class to teach in ten minutes."
Cathy reached slowly across the bed and laid one small band on Glen's full left breast. "Let's do it again," she said.
"Oh, Cathy ... "
"I like sucking your clit. It's almost better than cock, really."
"Oh, Cathy," Glendora sighed again. "Oh yes. But I can't now. I have a class and so do you. You come back tonight after supper during study hour. I'll show you some things I'll bet you didn't know about Hurry now. You know what Dean Lydecker will do if you're late."
Hastily, both of them dressed, and after a quick brushing of hair and an adjustment of clothes, they dashed out of the apartment to go their separate ways.
Throughout that day, Glendora went through her duties at the academy in something of a daze. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, she didn't quite feel capable of coping with the reality of life. Finally, after her final class, she was again called to Dean Lydecker's office. This time, she was even more stunned than before.
"I've polled every member of the faculty," the dean announced to her. "It seems yours is the only dissenting vote on the entire grounds, Miss Adams. I'm going to report to the board of directors that the staff and faculty are overwhelmingly behind the decision to go coeducational."
She could do nothing but stand in front of his huge desk. Her mouth dropped slightly open and she knew her fingers were trembling. If the school did in fact become coeducational, her entire life would be ruined.
"I'm sorry, Miss Adams," Lydecker said, "But change is simply an indication of progress. If you're really that concerned about the traditions of Northrup, I suppose you could go to Norton Concort yourself?"
"Norton Concort?" The entire world seemed to be made of gauze.
"He's the president of the board. You know that."
"Yes. Yes, of course," she managed. "Yes ... "
Somehow, she was able to place one foot in front of the other and make her way out of his office, Out of the administration building and across the campus to her apartment. There, still in a state of partial shock, she took a bath and changed clothes before again crossing the quadrangle to the school's main dining halt.
She ate mechanically. Her mind was a shocked blank. Even after she had excused the girls from her long table, she seemed completely unable to function mentally. She had, she knew, to find a way-any way-to stop the school from becoming coeducational, but under such terrific pressure, the result was the exact opposite of clear thought. Her mind was muddled-confused. It seemed to spin in a maelstrom of confusion and indecision.
Finally she pushed her chair back, and like a woman in some sort of drug-induced stupor, walked from the dining hail, back across the quadrangle to her apartment. There, she closed the door behind her and sank heavily into her favorite chair. She did not bother to turn on either the television or her phonograph.
How long she sat there, she would never know. Her mind was a sea of shocked confusion until it was literally pounded into reality by a knock at the door.
Glendora shook her head to, if possible, clear the confusion from it. She remained in the chair staring at the opposite wall of her living room until she could bring her eyes into focus.
Again there was a knock.
Slowly, she rose from where she had been sitting. So stunned had she been as a result of Dean Lydecker's announcement that she had completely forgotten not just one, but both of the appointments she had made for that evening.
It took her an instant or two after opening the door to remember that she had invited Sissy Mason to come over for another tutoring session. The pretty blonde girl now stood in the hail just outside Glen's apartment looking for all the world exactly like what she was pretending to be-a studious scholar anxious to receive purely scholastic help with her lessons.
She was dressed in the academy uniform and carried three books in her left hand. Her blue eyes looked dispassionately at Glendora as she simply said, "Hi. I came over for some help on my paper on the Punic Wars."
Glen motioned the girl to come into the apartment and closed the door. Only when she was at last alone with Sissy did she remember that she had also asked Catherine Gyle over. She had trapped herself hopelessly because of her reaction to Lydecker and the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. Now, she realized that she could neither enjoy Sissy's sweet, young flesh nor the skilled and impassioned embrace of Catherine Gyle. It would be entirely too risky.
Silently, she cursed herself for a fool and wondered how she could dismiss Sissy while still saving herself from total embarrassment.
Too soon, a second knock hit the door.
She was trapped! Glendora knew Catherine Gyle was outside. She could not let either girl suspect that the other had recently been her sexual partner. Yet she knew of no way to squirm out of the situation without the girls at least suspecting that something was amiss.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Sissy said.
"Yes ... yes ... I-"
Again there was a slight rapping on the apartment door.
Glendora managed to pull herself together sufficiently to turn again to the door and open it. As she had dreaded, Catherine Gyle was standing there.
"Hi," the girl said. Her youthful face had an impish quality to it. Her blue eyes seemed to be laughing in some sort of almost evil anticipation.
"Hello, Cathy," Glendora began, not quite sure how she would tell the girl of the situation.
As it turned out, she didn't have to make an explanation. Cathy looked beyond the teacher and saw Sissy Mason standing inside the apartment. Her pert, full lips lifted in a smile that seemed almost to be anticipating what was, in fact, to come.
"Hey," she said as she looked back to Glen. "Is she in on our-"
"Hush," Glen gasped. She was terrified that one or the other of the girls might tell what had happened individually and that as a result, her carefully separated secrets would become open. Once something like that spread from one girl to another it would run like a wildfire throughout the campus, and she would be dismissed.
She stood by her apartment door hopelessly unable to speak or, for that matter, to utter a sound, as Catherine, with supreme, almost arrogant confidence, walked inside. Before Glen could stop her, Cathy had walked directly up to Sissy Mason, stopped in front of her and smiled.
"Bet you didn't come here for any history tutoring," she said.
Sissy blushed. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.
"Bet I know why you're here," Catherine went on.
"Now just a minute, Cathy," Glen interrupted. "I think you'd better-"
"What's the difference?" Cathy demanded. Abruptly, yet with a gentle confidence, she reached out and cupped one of Sissy Mason's full breasts in the palm of her right hand. "We can all share each other." She looked directly into Sissy's eyes. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The other girl seemed perplexed, almost shocked.
"Oh, come off it, Sissy. Stop acting like a ninny. You came here just like I did. You wanted some fun. Give a little and get a little. There's nothing wrong with that. Why not have even more fun with the three of us together?"
Glendora stood in shocked amazement as Cathy spoke. But as she saw that Sissy was no longer confused or Indignant-was, in fact, apparently eager o join in Catherine's proposal-the idea began to appeal to her as well. She had never experienced any sort of sexual Contact other than on a one-time basis. The idea of being able to share the bodies of two pretty, young, and well-formed girls at the same time was one that had an instant appeal for her.
The three were in total, albeit silent, agreement as they turned from the apartment's snug living room and walked to the bedroom. There, as if on common signal, each of them slipped out of her clothing. A moment later, they were twined together on the huge bed.
Body to body, lip to lip, firm young breasts brushing against eager, demanding flesh, they rolled and turned in one another's embrace, sighing, gasping, experiencing the giving and taking of multiple pleasures as first one became the aggressor, then another.
Glen was suddenly on her back, the electrifying sensation of Cathy's tongue darting along her spread thighs, climbing ever closer to the wet river of her desire. Sissy was beside her, her soft flesh pressed gently against Glendora's arm.
"Come to me," Glendora whispered as Cathy's tongue darted tentatively upward to brush against her damp pubic hair.
"What do you-?"
"Get on me, Sissy, dear," Glen whispered. "Straddle me. Sit on my titties."
Hesitantly, the young girl obeyed her teacher. She rose to a kneeling position and then, as Glendora had asked, straddled the older woman's torso. Below, Glen could feel Catherine's gentle fingers on her outer vaginal lips, easily pulling the eager wet flesh apart, so that within an instant her tongue could begin to explore the moist delights within.
As she felt the almost excruciating agony of expectation in her sexual parts, she stared at the silken blonde tuft of Sissy Mason's pubic hair. She lifted her head slightly and slipped one of her pillows under it so as to better to view the sexual prize immediately before her. Sissy's flesh was almost pink and Glendora could see that even though the girl was not aggressive, she was still extremely eager. The outer labia were already slightly parted, like the petals of a succulent rose opening to the first glow of morning sun. They were touched by drops of clear moisture which, Glen knew, had already lubricated the girl's inner flesh, preparing it for the coming pleasure which would soon consume it.
Glen wanted to savor the ultimate experience as long as she possibly could. As she felt the first delicate, yet insistent flick of Catherine's tongue tentatively licking her own outer flesh, a shiver of anticipation rippled through her. Very slowly, she slipped both her hands behind Sissy's firm young buttocks and drew the girl's groin gently closer to her eager mouth as she arched her hips slightly to meet Cathy's tongue.
Like a movie picture in slow motion, the three bodies came ever closer to one another so that, at exactly the same instant, Glen's full lips met the soft wet flesh of Sissy's eager young girlhood, and Catherine's more demanding, more aggressive tongue darted into the teacher's hot cauldron of passion. It was a flame licking ever upward, until its hot searing fire finally made consuming contact with Glen's already tingling clitoris.
Above her, Glen could hear Sissy sigh in ecstasy as she felt the soothing arousal of the teacher's lips and tongue within her eager pink flesh. Glen, too, could not help sighing in pleasure as Catherine cupped her eager little hands under her buttocks and drew her hips tighter to her aggressive mouth.
Her hips were ticking involuntarily now and her tongue was caressing Sissy's knob of pleasure with instinctual frenzy as she felt the first beginnings of a faraway orgasm that she knew from experience would come to fulfillment slowly, yet with a consuming thoroughness which would wrack her entire being with the intensity of a volcanic eruption.
From far away, she felt tiny nerve endings begin to tingle in expectation. Her lips felt the wet caress of Sissy's now responding genitals. Her hands cupped the firm flesh of the girl's buttocks as, on her own hips, she could feel Cathy's skilled hands caressing her mons, pressing her flesh down against her lips and tongue, then up again so that the erectile clitoris was being stimulated by both tongue and the pressure of the hot wet flesh surrounding it.
Like a great runaway machine-a shooting star, a wild animal on a headlong fling to oblivion-Glen knew what was about to come. She dreaded it in part, for she sensed that the sheer intensity of her release would drive her to the very brink of insanity. Yet she could not stop. She was a woman utterly driven by the compulsions within her. She clawed her long, now almost brutal fingers into Sissy's firm buttocks. She arched her hips to receive the flicking ministrations of Catherine's frantically darting tongue, and, from deep within her, she felt the first twanging vibrations of subtle nerve endings, as a long, slow, rolling tidal wave of orgasm began.
Where it started she would never be sure. How it touched every part of her she could never know. But it surged from fingertips and toes to groin, over her stomach and breasts. It was in her heart, her brain, her very soul, flowing like a great giant of pleasure, crowding Out reality-mushrooming like the blast of an atomic explosion-soaring like the propulsion of a rocket which would send it to the farthest reaches of the universe and perhaps even beyond.
Her nails were actually clawing into Sissy's flesh now. She felt the girl snap against her mouth. The pressure of pink labia and the involuntary throbbings of her clitoris were against Glen's mouth at the same moment her own body shuddered almost as if in a death throes. She gasped but could not let go of the flesh under her lips and tongue. Above her, she felt Sissy's body shudder at the same time as wave after wave of infinite pleasure rolled over and through them both. Yet neither could stop pressing against the other, and Cathy, who also could feel the throes of orgasm rolling over her teacher's body like the after-jolts of an earthquake, kept flicking her hot tongue against the older woman's pulsating, orgasming clitoris.
Again and again the sea of pleasure rolled over her, drowning every thought, every emotion, under a million fathoms of indescribable ecstasy. Her very being seemed to be a part of the flesh pressing against her face-a part of the face pressing against her flesh and into her body.
Again she shuddered with the unbelievable thrill of it, as she could feel Sissy shudder as well.
Finally, it was-or at least she thought it was- over. The pleasure's intensity slowed. The peaks and troughs of orgasm became fewer and farther apart. Yet occasionally, one tiny hint of ecstasy would scurry through her, until at last she lay exhausted, and Sissy fell in a satiated heap beside her.
Gently, with a slowness that was itself intensely erotic, Cathy removed her mouth from Glen's open vagina. The three of them relaxed on the bed, panting in exhausted satisfaction for several long moments, until finally Glen opened her eyes. She looked down the length of the bed to where Cathy lay and noticed that the girl had one of her fingers pressed against her groin and that she was slowly, deliberately masturbating herself.
"What are you doing?" Glen asked. Immediately she felt somewhat foolish. It was quite obvious what the girl was doing.
"Just getting my come," Cathy said matter-of-factly. "I mean, you both hit the big one. Now it's my turn."
"You don't have to do it that way, you know."
"I know," Cathy said. "Only I like to. I like to feel my cut and come off this way."
Glen was somewhat surprised. It shocked her that the young girl seemed to know far more about sex than she should. She knew far more in fact than Glendora herself.
Still with her finger moving gently within the wet folds of her vagina, Cathy slid higher on the bed until she was lying between Sissy and Glendora.
"You know what I like," she said at length.
"What?" Glen asked.
"Suck my titties, both of you. Do that while I'm frigging myself and I'll really come off."
Glen and Sissy snuggled closer to Catherine. Each one looped an arm over the girl's body as she took one of her nipples into her mouth. Glen on Catherine's right and Sissy on her left gently sucked and caressed breasts and nipples as Cathy herself continued her manipulations of her clitoris with ever increasing rapidity until her body shuddered and she gasped in total release.
Her reaction was thorough, but was over in an instant.
"God damn!" Cathy sighed. "God damn, that was good. I only wish there was a guy here so I could be jerking him off at the same time."
The mere thought of a male involved in their affair almost disgusted Glendora. She lifted her mouth from Cathy's right breast and pulled away from the young girl's lithe body. Again her mind focused on but one thought-the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. She had to stop it any way she could.
But she couldn't come to any sort of decision with the two girls in her bed. Even satiated by her release, there was something exciting about the two young, slender bodies that was overpoweringly distracting.
"You two had better get back to the dorm now," she said at length. "The other girls might begin to worry."
Obediently, Sissy and Catherine got up and began to dress themselves again. What had just been completed might never have been. Once dressed, they were both perfect pictures of studious young girls just leaving a teacher's quarters after a proper tutoring session.
Glendora wished them both a good night as she saw them out, then closed the door and again turned inside her cozy apartment.
She had to stop the board of directors from going ahead with its plan, no matter what the cost to herself. Any sacrifice would be worth it.
Her mind reeled for some solution-any idea. Then, suddenly, it came to her. What was it Dean Lydecker had said to her about the president of the board-something about going to Mr. Concort himself?
That was the answer! She would go to Norton Concort personally. She would appeal to him in any way she could. She would agree to do anything, if only the academy would not become coeducational.
She walked to a small desk in the corner of her living room and from the top drawer took her personal telephone book. She flicked it open to "C" and ran one long finger down the first page there until it stopped at the name Concort. He lived in a small house owned by the academy but located just outside the main campus across from the playing fields.
Glendora noted the number, lifted the telephone receiver, and began to dial.
CHAPTER FOUR
Norton Concort was a slender, athletic man in his middle thirties. The fact that he was impeccably dressed in a tailored business suit did not hide the fact that his body was in perfect shape. Despite his duties as President of the Board of Directors of Northrup Academy, Concort always found at least one or two hours in every day to devote to exercise.
Glendora had met Mr. Concort on several occasions over the years she had worked at Northrup, yet when she saw him the Saturday after telephoning him for an appointment, she felt more than anything else that he was not only a perfect stranger, but, somehow, an enemy as well.
Concort answered the front door of his house personally and ushered Glendora down a long, beautifully furnished hail to his book-lined study at the rear. He apologized for not offering her any refreshments. The maid, he said, had the day off, and his wife had driven into Huntingford to do some shopping. He sat down behind a cluttered desk and indicated a leather-covered wing-backed chair.
Glen sat down, not quite knowing how to approach the issue. She crossed her long, well-formed legs and pulled the hem of her skirt down so that it barely covered her knees.
While she was still trying to think of how to begin, Mr. Concort broke the silence.
"I haven't seen you for some time, Miss Adams," he said.
She noticed that his dark eyes were exploring her body. Their gaze held her own for a moment, then seemed actually to roll over her shoulders, breasts, and hips to her nylon-clad legs, and then up again until they again met hers.
"I must say you're looking quite-how shall I say it-fit."
"Thank you." Her voice sounded as if it was coming from the bottom of a long pipe.
"Well," he said at length, again letting his eyes explore her body, "you seemed somewhat mysterious on the telephone the other night. What can I do for you?"
She cleared her throat, swallowed and determined to meet the issue head on. "Mr. Concort," she said, "I hear there are plans to make the academy coeducational."
"Yes," he agreed, "that's true."
"But-" She couldn't finish. It was as though her brain had suddenly departed from her body. She could not offer an argument, a reason, an excuse-even a word. The room remained silent for some moments before Concort spoke.
"But what, Miss Adams?" His deep voice was almost melodious. There was a thoroughly sensual, very soothing quality to it.
"But, it mustn't," she managed to say. "It would destroy everything-"
"Destroy?"
"Why-" she stammered, "why yes. The total tradition of the academy has always been feminine. Something like this could absolutely ruin everything ... I mean everything the academy has always stood for."
Norton Concort leaned back in his swivel chair. Again, he let his dark eyes roam freely over Glendora's well-proportioned body. This time when he spoke his voice was still sensuous, but, in addition to its soothing quality, there was something of a teacher trying to explain a particularly complicated point to a pupil.
"I know Dean Lydecker spoke to all of you individually," he said. "Perhaps he didn't mention the pure economics of the matter. Northrup is simply not so far into the black as it could be, Miss Adams. These days, people are simply not sending their daughters to finishing school the way they used to. By becoming coeducational, the academy will, in fact, double its income. Why, we estimate that the pre-enrollment fees alone will be sufficient to contract for construction of a new, all-male dormitory."
"It's wrong!" Glen snapped. "It's a violation of-" She couldn't go on.
"You seem very-how shall I put it-very emotionally involved in the issue."
"I am," she said. "I've always loved the academy. I'd just hate to see it ruined by a lot of unruly boys making a mess of everything that has been established over the years."
"I hardly think-"
"They'll destroy everything I've worked for!" she snapped. "They'll ruin every one of the academy's traditions!"
"Miss Adams, the issue is hardly-"
"Mister Concort," she said as she rose from the wing-backed chair, "the idea is horrible to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to stop it."
Again, a long pause settled over the room. Norton Concort's eyes again seemed to roll like caressing hands over Glendora's raven hair, over her wide shoulders and firm breasts, over her sensuous hips, where they stopped momentarily before proceeding to her long legs and her sensible, low-heeled shoes, and then crawling up again.
"Are you sure?" he said finally.
"Of course I'm sure!" she snapped. "My whole life has been dedicated to the academy. I'd sacrifice any-"
Suddenly, she understood the expression in his dark eyes and realized what she had talked herself into. Norton Concort was actually implying that he could be bribed-that given certain sexual privileges with her body, he might use his power and influence with the board of directors to reverse their decision to make the academy coeducational.
It seemed an eternity during which she stood there letting her conflicting emotions fight themselves.
Part of her was, in fact, willing to risk anything-undergo any ordeal-to preserve her unlimited sexual contacts, which could only remain if the academy remained an all-girl school. But another part of her was afraid. She had, in fact, never had any sort of an affair with a man other than one time in high school when she had manipulated a boyfriend's penis into rigid erection. But then, when she had felt the hard- length of his member, she had been completely terrified of having him thrust the instrument deep within her tender body.
Glendora Adams was, technically at any rate, a virgin. She was also a woman dedicated to the enjoyment of abandoned Lesbian pleasure with the many young girls under her care and tutelage. Would it be worth it, she wondered, to sacrifice her virginity to Norton Concort for the sake of continuing with what she thought were her real sensuous pleasures?
His hot brown eyes seemed to be drilling a message of passion into her as his soft, melodious voice again broke the silence of the room. "Anything?" he insinuated.
"Well ... I-"
He rose from behind his desk and circled it. He leaned back against the finely carved mahogany and crossed his arms over his slender, yet powerful chest. "I believe I mentioned that this is the maid's day off."
"Yes."
"And I did tell you that Mrs. Concort will be in Huntingford all day?"
"Yes, but-"
"Mrs. Concort is, I might say, a singularly peculiar woman."
"Oh?"
"Yes. She has absolutely no imagination." Glen stared at him. He was looking from her breasts to her hips and then to her breasts again.
"None at all." He lifted his eyes to hers, paused a moment, then spoke in an unmistakably significant tone. "Particularly when it comes to sex."
Involuntarily, Glen took a pace backward and almost collapsed into the wing-backed chair. She could not help gasping.
"Yes," Concort said. "She doesn't know how to fuck and probably never will."
"Mr. Concort," Glen gasped. "I couldn't. I mean-"
"What's worse, perhaps, is she thinks sucking cock is dirty."
"But ... "
"I like my cock sucked," Concort said. "Do you like to suck cock?"
"I-"
"No matter, Miss Adams; You've already agreed."
"Agreed? But-"
"'Anything.' Wasn't that what you said you'd give? Come now, Miss Adams. I'm not asking you to take a cut in salary or to sacrifice yourself on some sort of perverted altar. You said you'd give anything. All I'm asking is a little head."
As she stared at him still stunned at the directness of his request, he uncrossed his arms and very deliberately pulled the zipper of his fly down. He reached within and pulled his penis out so as to expose the entire member.
"My Gods" she gasped. She had never imagined anything as wide and long.
Norton Concort smiled proudly. "Not bad, eh?" he said. "I rather like the old boy, myself." He looked across to the still gasping Glen Adams. "Well,"-he said. "How about giving your all for the academy?"
"I-"
"Oh, come now, Miss Adams. A little head never hurt anyone. I mean after all, what's a blow job among friends?"
The reality of the situation dawned on her slowly, but when it did, she was no longer that shocked or confused. He was right. It couldn't be that unpleasant. After all, she knew other women did things like that for their men all the time. Besides, more important, it was a way by which she could maintain the academy as an all-girl institution at which she could enjoy the oral pleasures she really enjoyed.
But, as she took a tentative step toward him, she began to feel yet another emotion-curiosity. She had never, except for that one time in high school, seen or touched a masculine member. Certainly, she had never taken one in her mouth before. Her entire life, since that first traumatic experience with a man, had been devoted to Sapphic affairs with younger women and girls. The idea of what she was about to do actually intrigued her.
She took another pace toward him and looked down at his member. It seemed impossibly long and thick. She wondered just exactly how long it would grow when it became erect, and whether he would strangle her with it if he became excited.
Shyly, tentatively, she reached toward it as she stared at his soft manhood with wide eyes. Slowly, her long fingers inched closer to the exposed flesh until they made genital contact.
She was surprised at how soft-how silken the smooth flesh of his member was. There was something-yes-actually exciting about what she was doing.
She made more complete contact with it. Took the flesh in her palm and lifted it. She covered the shaft of his penis with her closed hand and gently stroked the soft length of it. Instantly, she felt the member begin to fill with erectile blood. It seemed almost to snap to an eager attention in her hand. She felt a quiver of excitement ripple through her as she gripped the now turgid, completely hard penis.
"Go ahead," she heard his melodious, deep voice, like the chords of an organ coming from, it seemed, all around her. "Go down on it. Suck it."
Like a woman in a trance, she still maintained her grip on his penis as she lowered herself to her knees before him. She knelt on the deep, soft pile of the room's huge Persian carpet. Before her stood the rigid shaft of his penis. It was mere inches in front of her face, huge, dominant-the symbol of all aggressive manhood from the beginnings of time. Gently, she reached into his fly to cup the sac of his scrotum. She kneaded his testicles with her left hand as she grasped the hard shaft of his masculine rod in her right.
Part of her was afraid, doubtful, uncertain. Another part was actually eager to suck the huge masculine weapon into her mouth and taste the hot jet of ejaculation she would draw from it.
A woman mesmerized, she leaned forward until she was but a fraction of an inch away from his hot flesh. She stared down at it for a long moment before letting her tongue slip out to touch the very tip.
"That's it," he said. "Lick it first. Lick it all over."
She did as she was told. She licked the head of the huge member, then let her tongue slide down the underside of the shaft before pulling back so that she could lick the topside. Then she hesitated a long moment. She ran her hand two or three times up and down the length of the now wet member. Finally, almost convulsively, she leaned toward him and, parting her full lips, drew as much of him as she could into her mouth.
He filled her utterly. She could not have imagined the satisfying sensation she now experienced by having his manhood full and hard within her mouth. Gently, she sucked on his flesh as her left hand caressed the heavy sac of his scrotum and the two hard rocks of his testicles within. She was almost surprised to feel the hot dampness of her own excitation as a result of sucking on his penis.
She slid her mouth down on the shaft as far as it would go and then pulled back. She continued, however, to grip his member in her right hand so that he would not be able to thrust himself down her throat to strangle her with his shaft.
His flesh tasted good. She began to hum as she rolled her tongue over and around it. She knew the vibrations of her cheeks and lips would add to his pleasure as she continued to slide her head back and forth along the length of his member.
"That's good," she heard him say. "Suck it off, honey. Suck it all off."
Her head was moving toward and away from him more rapidly now. Her tongue was rolling around the head of his shaft and her right hand was pumping his flesh.
He too was responding with more eagerness, moving his hips in a controlled ticking toward her and away, grunting as he did so-saying unrelated words like "Good," and "Suck," and "Come," as he moved.
Finally, she felt a sudden little spasm tremble through the length of his member, then the powerful explosion of his ejaculation spurting into her mouth with such violence and such quantity that she almost gagged on it and some of his semen spattered over her lips and dribbled down her chin.
She managed to control herself. She locked her lips on his shaft and sucked, trying to pull every bit of his fluid she could into her mouth. She seemed compelled to take all of him. She sucked him that way for almost a full minute more before, still in a daze, she let go, and with weak knees, rose to her feet.
He smiled to her as he pulled his handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat. "Here," he said, "you've got a wad of cum on your chin."
She took the handkerchief, wiped her chin and gave it back, as he finished rezipping his fly.
"Thanks," he said, almost too casually. "I really needed that. I haven't had a decent blow job for-Christ-months. If Bridgette weren't such a goddamned prig-"
"Bridgette?" Glen said absently.
"My wife. She hates going down."
"Shit. I thought she'd be great before we got married. She's nothing but a dead fish. Christ; if she gave head only half as well as you did it would be wonderful." He turned back around the desk and again sat down in the huge swivel chair. There, he looked up to Glendora. "Well?" he said somewhat impatiently.
She managed to pull herself back to reality. "You did like it?" she said.
"Of course, I shot off, didn't I?"
"And you will talk to the board?"
"The board?"
"About remaining all girl."
"Hell no," he said. "I'm not going to let the school sacrifice all that income just because of you sucking my nuts off."
"But you said-"
"I didn't say shit, Miss Adams. It was you who said you'd do anything. You just did. Thanks and goodbye."
"I could report-"
He leaned back in the chair, looked directly at her and smiled. "Don't bullshit me, you cocksucking cunt. Who the hell are you going to report to? I'm the president of the fucking board, remember? Now get your ass out of here and see if you can keep yourself out of trouble. Hell, you enjoyed it. Think of all the hard young cocks you can get your hands on if we do go coed!"
Shocked, stunned, dejected, Glendora Adams turned from Norton Concort's study and dejectedly walked through the long hall to the front door.
As she let herself out, she tried to think of any other means of achieving her goal. It wasn't, however, until she was halfway across the playing fields on her way back to her apartment when what she thought was a brilliant plan struck her. It was so clear, so obvious, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before.
CHAPTER FIVE
It took her the better part of two days to formulate the plan in her mind and another two before she was able to see Mrs. Concort at a distance to know what she looked like. But, by Saturday, Glendora was ready for her last desperate gamble.
She had correctly assumed that Brigette Concort would drive to Huntingford as she had the previous Saturday so, early that morning Glen had hidden herself in the bushes on the school side of the playing fields. With a powerful pair of binoculars, she had kept a close watch on Norton Concores house.
Just after nine o'clock she saw Brigette Concort skip down the front steps and run around to the garage. A moment later the car backed out and drove toward the-main highway.
Glen noted the make, model, and license plate number, then ran to the school's garage where she kept her own car. Within less than ten minutes she was on the highway, driving toward the small town of Huntingford.
Locating Brigette Concort proved to be no problem. Huntingford was a village kept alive mainly by tourists and populated by people who worked elsewhere. Its single street of shops carried only the necessities of life. More sophisticated shopping was done in any number of larger cities.
Glen parked her car on the main street just as Brigette Concort walked out of a small shop some thirty yards ahead of her. The board president's wife was hardly a representative of a stereotype in her position. She was young and slender, with long evenly muscled legs and a mischievous, kitten-like quality to her almost childish face.
As Glen looked at her, she couldn't help noticing the fact that Brigette Concort was not wearing a brassiere. Under her white blouse, her large breasts moved sensuously with each pace. Her husband, Glen thought, might have been shocked to know that his young wife was walking down the street of conservative, middle-class Huntingford with her large breasts and firm nipples bouncing about for all to see and appreciate. Glen herself felt an involuntary surge of sexual excitation as the watched the young woman walk along the sidewalk toward where she had parked her car. But the pushed it aside. She had to talk to Brigette Concort-had to explain to her and convince her of the evil of making Northrup Academy coeducational.
She snapped her ignition key off, opened the door of her car, and stepped onto the sidewalk just as Brigette Concort was about to pass.
"Mrs. Concort?" Glendora asked.
The young woman stopped. She looked very carefully at Glen as if actually appraising her for a long moment before she smiled a kittenish grin and nodded. "Yes?"
"I'm Glendora Adams. I teach history at the academy. I wonder ... could I have a few words with you?"
Mrs. Concort seemed somehow annoyed. "I come here to get away from that goddamned funny farm," she said. "I don't want to talk about the academy."
"Please-" Glen begged. "It's really very important."
Again the beautifully sensuous young woman stared intently at Glen as if appraising her. Finally she shrugged, "All right," the said. "Let's have a cup of tea and talk about the fucking academy." Abruptly, she walked a few paces down the street and turned into a charming, cozy tea house.
They sat at a table by the front window, and over a few cups of tea, Glen tried to persuade Brigette Concort to talk to her husband-to convince him to vote to keep the school an all-girl institution. She used every argument she could think of to convince the beautiful young woman and she was sure she had succeeded, for Brigette seemed to be nodding in agreement to everything she said, even though she did not ask any questions or indeed even speak until Glen finished her impassioned plea and finally said, "Well, will you talk to him?"
Brigette sipped the last of her tea without taking her eyes off Glen. She replaced the cup in its saucer and with her usual kittenish look said, "I suppose you've already talked to him?"
"Yes," Glen admitted. "I saw him last week."
"And he refused?"
"He said it was a matter of economics."
"And I suppose he wanted his joint sucked as a matter of fucking economics, too?"
"I-"
"Oh, come off it," Brigette said. "I know Norton. Believe me, I know the prick. That's all he ever thinks of. All he wants is a blow job. Do you know I've been married to that son of a bitch for three years and all he's ever wanted is head, head, head. Shit, I don't think he even knows what a pussy's for. Do you know something? It's so unfucking bad with that cock-suckee that I have to carry Willard with me all the time."
"Willard?" Glen was genuinely puzzled about the beautiful young woman's behavior.
Brigette Concort reached into the purse she had placed beside her chair, and without any trace of embarrassment, extracted a long cylindrical electrical vibrator. She placed the machine on the table between them. "I call it Willard," she said. "Frankly, I'm a pretty horny girl, Glendora, and frankly too, I don't much care for sucking cock all the time. At a place like Northrup, believe me I'd go off my noodle without Willard here. Don't tell me you've never used one of these gismos to get yourself a come?"
Glen shook her head.
Brigette stared at her again in her strange way which seemed so like a bold appraisal. This time, for the first time, Glen sensed something about the young woman which she had either ignored or refused to notice before.
"It must be tragic." She could almost feel her voice trembling.
"What?"
"I mean being married to a man like Norton Concort-a man so selfish-so inconsiderate."
"He's a prick."
"But never getting any real satisfaction except with-" She let her eyes fall to the table where the electrical machine lay, then raised them to see the pert thrust of Brigette's nipples against the silken fabric of her white blouse.
"Willard's okay," Brigette said. "Believe me he's better than nothing?"
"But," Glen was staring pointedly into Brigette's hazel eyes, "there are other ways of satisfaction ... " She slid her hand across the table top so that her fingertips were barely touching those of her companion.
Brigette Concort narrowed her catlike eyes. Her full, little girl mouth formed into a pout, then widened to a sensual grin. "Shit," she said at length.
Glendora was suddenly frightened. Suddenly she felt she had overplayed herself, that Brigette had taken offense at her half overture and would betray what had, despite her numerous affairs with the students, been a secret. "Of course," she managed, "I didn't mean-"
Brigette's grin widened. "Bullshit," she said. She shrugged her shoulders. "Hell, I'm sort of flattered, if you want to know the truth. I've never made it with another woman before. I've been real normal all my life. You know, a couple of half-assed fucks in high school and college and then Norton came along. He balled me once or twice but then settled down to his cocksucking compulsion. Shit, I've been playing with myself so fucking long I'd be glad of anything."
"You mean it?" Glendora said.
"Of course I mean it," Brigette said. She put the vibrator back in her purse, left sufficient money on the table to pay for their tea and a generous tip, and led Glen out to the main Street again.
"Come in my car," she said. "We can't rent a room in this hick village. Everyone here knows everyone at the academy. I'll drive you over to Carterville. We'll shack up at a motel there and nobody will be the wiser."
The two women started to walk with determined paces down the Street toward where Brigette Concort had parked her car. Almost there, the board president's wife turned abruptly to Glendora and stopped.
"You're not bullshitting me, I hope," she demanded.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you want that goddamned funny farm to remain all-girl. I know that. I just hope you're not trying to pull a fast one on me-you know try to give me a little tongue job when you don't know shit about it-just to get your way with the academy."
This time, Glen smiled. "Believe me," she said, "I'm not amateur. We're going to have the best time you ever imagined ... that, I guarantee."
She was as good as her word. Just over an hour later the two young women registered in a motel near Carterville under assumed names. The minute they were inside their room and the door closed behind them, Glen turned to Brigette, laced her arms around the young woman's back, and pulled her full sensuous lips toward her own.
All guilt, shyness, and embarrassment were suddenly gone. Brigette responded with eager arousal. Her lips parted, her tongue snaked out to twine with Glen's as her firm young breasts pressed tightly against the teacher's own.
As their lips pressed hard on each other, as their hot eager tongues twined and explored the delicate flesh, their hands teased and savored and explored their slender, voluptuous bodies.
Glen slipped her barely controllable fingers under Brigette's blouse, and with palms placed firmly yet gently against the young woman's hot flesh, moved her hands upward until they were able to cup the undersides of full, smooth breasts, then jutting, erect nipples.
Brigette sighed. "God," she gasped as she released her lips from Glendora's mouth and leaned back to savor every thrill of the teacher's touch on her breasts, "you don't know what it's like to get your knockers rubbed like that after so long."
Glen eased her to the motel room's single huge bed, and there gently seated her as she began to unbutton the four buttons of the silken blouse. A moment later, Brigette Concort was naked to the waist.
Glendora stood over her admiring the firm, perfect beauty of two marvelous breasts.
"You like them?" Brigette asked as she cupped her own long-fingered hands under the mounds of warm flesh and lifted their pink nipples upward to point at the teacher.
Glendora was slipping out of her own clothing-first her blouse, then her bra, then her skirt and panties, and finally her garter belt and stockings, until she stood beside the bed totally nude.
"Go ahead," she told Brigette. "Strip. I want to see you naked. Then I'll show you something your precious Willard can't do."
Eagerly, Brigette rose and slipped out of her skirt. Glen noticed that she had not been wearing panties and commented on the fact.
"Sure," Brigette told her. "You know what I do sometimes, just for the hell of it? I'll come into Huntingford and have lunch at a restaurant and all the time I'm eating, I'll have Willard in me doing his stuff. Christ, sometimes I come off five or six times just over lunch."
"Come here," Glen said as she pulled the younger woman's naked flesh tightly to her own and again let her lips make firm, demanding contact with Brigette's. As she pushed Brigette's beautiful form back against the bed's pillows, she let her hand roam over the firm flesh of the younger woman's abdomen and tentatively let her fingers explore the edges of silken pubic hair covering the seat of her passion.
Her lips and tongue explored every hot nerve of Brigette's mouth before releasing their pressure and sliding over chin and neck and shoulders on a downward pattern.
"Jesus!" Brigette gasped as Glen's lips slid over the firm tops of her breasts and teased near, but not yet on, hot erectile nipples. "God, that feels good. I've been so fucking horny for so goddamned long, you don't know what it's like."
Cupping it in both of her hands, Glen drew Brigette's left l*east to her hot lips, and with maddening slowness, she let her hot tongue snake out to make sensuous contact with the eager flesh.
The younger woman shuddered in delight and in anticipation of even more intense delights as Glen sucked the nipple deep into her mouth, ran her tongue over it, and flicked it gently to hard erect arousal.
As she did so, she slipped her fingers through the silken tuft of Brigette's pubic hair ever nearer to what she was sure would be a wet and open sexual channel eagerly awaiting the caress of her fingers and her tongue.
Finally, she touched widely open vaginal lips wet with the dew of passion. She snaked one finger upward, exploring gently for the pliable knob of the clitoris, as her lips sucked on the other knob of the nipple above.
"Jesus Christi" Brigette gasped. "That feels so ... so fucking good!"
Glen found the clitoris, flicked it once with her finger, and then began a slow, insistent pattern of arousal. Up from below-gently around-over the almost throbbing top-then down again to slide deeply into the wet channel of passion before again pushing up, over and around.
As she sucked Brigette's large left nipple and played her finger at will in the hot, moist flesh of the younger woman's widely opened vagina, Glendora forgot all about Northrup Academy-all about the young and innocent girls she had seduced and whose bodies she had twined with her own. There was nothing for her but the intensity of the pleasure of now. It was as if she and Brigette Concort were one single, throbbing flesh, com posed of nothing but erotic nerves demanding more and more intense pleasure, until it could not help but spasm to total mind and soul-shattering release.
As she sucked and licked and manipulated, Glen became even more excited by the impassioned twistings and writhings of Brigette's slender body. The young woman turned this way and that; she arched her hips the better to maintain the pressure of her sexual nerves against Glendora's hand; and she gasped and sighed out in unrestrained abandon.
"That's good!" she gasped. "Jesus, that's so fucking good! God, if Norton would only finger-fuck me once in a while, I might even forgive him. God, like that. Just like that!"
Glendora lifted her lips from Brigette's large breast, and with her fingers still playing a maddening rhythm within the hot flesh of the board president's wife, she looked down at her childlike, kittenish face.
Brigette's eyes were wide open. She was smiling through clenched teeth as she looked down to where Glen's fingers were making hard contact with her eager wet flesh.
"I like to look," she said. "I don't know why I never made it with a woman before. God, you really know how to give a hand job, don't you?"
"I know more than that," Glendora insinuated.
Brigette smiled her feline smile. "Yeah," she sighed. "Go down on me. Know something?"
Glendora shook her head.
"I've heard all the stories, but I'll tell you the truth. I'm twenty-five years old-would you believe it-and I've never had my pussy eaten."
Glendora was so shocked she almost stopped moving her finger within the younger woman's hot flesh. "I can't believe it," she said.
"No shit," Brigette told her. "I told you, I'm really square as an alphabet block. A couple of fast hicks in high school and college-you know, whizz bam and I'm fucking lucky even to get the goddamned thanks. Then, hurrah for asshole Norton, and I'm married to the chauvinist-to-end-all-chauvinists. Christ, that son of a bitch wouldn't think of sticking his finger in me. I'm lucky if I get cock once a year, and as for going down-forget it."
Glendora looked from her partner's feline face, down over firm full breasts to slender waist, then flaring hips. She stared at the soft tuft of auburn pubic hair surrounding the sexual trench in which two of her own long fingers were gently playing with Brigette's clitoris knob. "You're beautiful," she whispered.
"Yeah," the younger woman sighed. "And horny as hell, too."
"It's almost as if you were a virgin."
"A what?"
"I mean, nobody's ever gone down on you."
"That's right."
Glendora slid slightly down on the bed. She removed her hand from Brigette's groin, and with slow and deliberate movements, spread the younger woman's long, beautifully proportioned legs and rolled between them so that she was on her stomach looking directly at the widely spread pink lips of swollen vagina.
Gently, she reached out with both hands and spread the labia even wider with her thumbs, until she could see the configuration of every fold of flesh before her. Only after she had feasted her eyes to a State of visual glut did she lean forward, and, with slow, exacting deliberation, extend her tongue to make first oral contact with Brigette.
The younger woman's scream might have been a cry of agony. Her hips thrashed in abandoned pleasure. Her back arched and her long-nailed fingers laced themselves into Glendora's ebony hair in a desperate effort to pull her even tighter than she already was to her moist, pulsating flesh.
"Yeah!" Brigette cried out through clenched teeth. "Eat it! Suck my clit like that! Jesus! Like that! Oh, honey, eat me good!"
Glendora cupped her hands under the younger woman's thrashing buttocks, pulled the wet sexual flesh tightly to her eager mouth, and licked and sucked with a passion she had rarely if ever felt before. She was not even surprised when after only a few seconds of such treatment Brigette spasmed violently, cried out again, and rocked with the throes of orgasm.
Finally, the board president's wife lay back, exhausted by the length and intensity of her release. She was panting heavily, but her eyes were open and a huge smile spread her sensuous lips.
"Goddamn," she sighed in complete contentment. "When you give head you really know what you're doing."
Sex finished for the moment, Glendora's mind again returned to the major all consuming issue. She couldn't tolerate even the thought of having the academy become coeducational.
"You'll talk to him?" she said.
"What?"
"To Mr. Concort," Glen said, as she rubbed one hand gently over the silken flesh of Brigette's rising and falling breasts.
"Oh, about the coed deal?"
"Yes." She ran one finger in lazy temptation around the younger woman's left nipple.
"Look," Brigette said, "I may be young and naive, but I'm no dummy. You like eating pussy, don't you?"
"I like licking yours."
"Don't give me bullshit. You're a Lez. I know why you want the school to stay the way it is. You'll have all those hot and horny girls all to yourself-"
"That's not-"
"Don't bullshit me. Hell, suppose I did talk to Norton? Suppose I told him I'd suck his cock any time he wanted and the school stayed where it is? Shit. I'd get nothing out of it I'd have a mouth full of meat all the time and you'd be getting your jollies with the whole fucking student body. The hell with it"
"You don't understand," Glendora said.
"I understand plenty," Brigette said. "You want your pussy and to eat it, too. If I go along with you, I'll get nothing. Shit, I won't even get screwed."
"Brigette, I'd eat you any time. Believe me, I'd do anything for you."
The younger woman seemed to be considering the situation for a moment before she reached out, and very gently, slipped one of her own fingers between the already moist folds of Glendora's sexual opening. She explored for a moment until she found the throbbing knob of the older woman's clitoris.
"Feel good?" she asked.
Glendora sighed. She had to force herself back to the main issue. "Please," she said. "Talk to him."
"All right," Brigette said, as she again flicked her finger against Glen's hot knob of passion, "but under one condition."
"Anything-"
"That you eat me anytime I want."
"Sure," Glendora said. "Sure."
Brigette flicked her finger again. "But for right now, Glen," she said, "I want to show you a few tricks of my own."
CHAPTER SIX
Brigette reached beside the bed where she had placed her purse before stripping out of her clothing. As she had before in the coffee shop, she reached into it and withdrew her vibrator. She rolled over on the bed and smiled to Glendora.
"You've never been fucked by Willard."
Glendora looked at the thick length of the machine and felt a sudden surge of terror well through her. She was technically a virgin. She had never had a man's penis or anything resembling it inside her. The mere thought of something that large being slipped deep into the folds of her vagina was frightening at best.
"No," she somehow managed to say. "I couldn't-really-I-"
"Come on," Brigette urged. "Don't be chicken-shit. Believe me it feels good."
"But it's so-so big!"
"Of course it's big," Brigette insisted. "That's what makes so goddamned good."
"I couldn't-"
"Bullshit!" Brigette said. "It's simple. Look. I'll show you." She rolled on her back and propped her head on the bed's pillows. She lifted her legs so that her knees were high and wide and the soles of her feet, were on the bed, thus giving her maximum access to her pubic regions.
Glen watched as the younger woman flicked the vibrator's switch to "on," The machine was almost completely silent. She watched as Brigette brought it doses and closer to the moist flesh of her already satiated sexual parts.
The head of the vibrator sank easily into the wet cavern and seemed slowly to be devoured by the pink folds of flesh which surrounded it.
Glen watched in utter fascination as the vibrating machine sank farther and farther into Brigette's flesh, until only the very base of the machine was left protruding from the young woman's groin.
Brigette removed her hand from the machine, and again moved it so that she could slip one finger into the wet folds of Glendora's crotch. "Goddamn," she sighed. "That feels good. It's like hot cock only a hundred and ten percent better. Hell, there's not a man alive who can quiver like that-who can get that deep and still activate the old clit without even humping back and forth, Oh, Jesus, Glen, you've got to try it, but-"
"But what?" Glen asked.
"But wait a minute, honey, just a minute."
"Sure-"
"Oh, God," Brigette sighed. "Oh, God, I'm going to come off again."
She gritted her teeth almost as if she were in pain, sighed heavily, and seemed to shudder several times before lying back against the covers of the bed.
From within her wet flesh the throbbing machine still whined.
"Goddamn, that's good," Brigette said. "You've got to try it. You've just got to let Willard fuck you."
Having felt Brigette soar to spasming orgasm under the ministrations of her lips, and now having watched the perfectly built, naked young woman shudder once more to total climax with the aid of the stimulating machine, Glen was herself in a state of damp and eager arousal. She literally longed for some sort of stimulation of her sexual parts, but she was still somewhat afraid of the machine, for never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything so huge penetrating her innermost sanctum of pleasure.
She continued to stare at the pulsating pubic mound vibrating with the movements of the machine. And as she did so, desire, greed, and lust won over terror. Slowly, like a child reaching for a forbidden fruit, she reached over to Brigette's pubes and gripped the base of the vibrator. Like some sort of bomb defuser, she slowly began to extract the machine from her partner's vaginal orifice as Brigette watched, sighing with pleasure all the while.
Inch by slow and glistening inch, the flesh-colored vibrator was extracted from the young girl, until, with a wet, contented sound, it popped free.
Glen continued to stare at Brigette's pubic hair and the pink flesh still opened in the middle of it "You've got a beautiful pussy," she said. "A really beautiful pussy."
"So do you," Brigette said. "And I'll bet you never have come off the way you're going to get your jollies with Willard."
This time, Glendora lay back on the huge bed. She propped pillows under her head so that she could see to insert the machine in her sexual opening, and, slowly, with caution and a bit of tripidation, she touched the very tip of the machine to her wet labia.
The tingling thrill of its vibrating plastic shot through her like a life-giving jolt of pleasant electricity. Despite herself, she gasped.
"See?" Brigette said. "Didn't I tell you?"
"I never ... I never thought ... "
Glendora was unable to continue. There seemed only one thing on the entire earth-the great electrical dildo which she was pushing deeper and deeper into her eagerly responding flesh. She could feel its tingling throbs against the walls of her sexual channel and against the tip of her sensitive clitoris, and she realized that it would soon spasm her to the very heights of orgasm.
As Glen continued to push the great electrical tool deeper and deeper inside her-as she stared in rapt fascination at the point where her widely spread legs met-as she watched in awe the slow, gradual disappearance of the phallic shaft and felt every tingling, thrilling sensation that went with it-Brigette leaned over and very gently sucked her right breast into her hot mouth.
The combined sensations were almost more than Glendora could bear. The thrill of the machine pulsating within her at the same time that her nipple was being licked and sucked by a hot and skilled tongue was almost more than her body and mind could stand.
Still she pushed the machine deeper, feeling its wonderful vibrations-pressing it high against her clitoris and pushing it to the very depths of her body's ability to accept it.
Then she changed the pattern that Brigette had established. Instead of leaving the machine within to throb on its own, thereby stimulating her flesh in only one way, she pulled it slightly out and then thrust it into herself again. Almost violently now, she worked the great dildo in and then out of her sexual hole, thrusting as a man might thrust, but gaining far more than she could possibly with any man, for she knew that no man could pulsate and oscillate as the machine was doing at the same time as it gave a rhythmic thrusting movement to the shaft to make her labia and clitoris twitch back and forth with every intensifying sensation soaring through her body.
She could feel her nipple erecting under the ministrations of Brigette's skilled lips. It seemed as if her breasts were actually expanding-growing-as if in an individual eagerness to have more flesh to respond to sexual stimulation. Her entire body seemed to be responding to the twin stimulations. Her muscles seemed more tense, her pulse was racing, her heart pounded rapidly against the confines of her rib cage.
Her flesh seemed to flush from the very tips of her toes to the top of her forehead. She thrust the machine deep and high inside her and removed it with an almost brutal movement. She could not seem to stimulate herself enough. She sighed as the pleasure created by Brigette's lips and tongue scurried through her body, bringing with it thrills so impossible she could hardly have imagined them. None of her previous sexual contact had in any way been like this. She was soaring to heaven. Her body tension was almost unbearable. She could feel her labia tightening their grip on the shaft of the electrical dildo. Her vagina was so eagerly wet that fluid was splashing forth with each partial withdrawal of the machine, running down her body and tickling wet against her tight anus.
She seemed to hang for a tense instant of eternity over the very brink of the ultimate abyss before she felt the first vaginal spasm ticking through the blood engorged tissues of her inner body. Like unheard rolls of heavenly thunder rumbling through a pink-and-black velvet sky, this was followed by involuntary throb after spasming throb of intensely crippling muscular contractions. Like the rhythm of a phantom orchestra, they slammed through her again and again. She couldn't stop her rapid in-and-out movements of the dildo as spasm after spasm tore through her thrashing body with intensity so great they threatened actually to drive her to total and blessed oblivion.
Her eyes were dosed against the glory of it, her teeth were tightly clenched, and she was gasping against a pleasure so intense-so great-it was almost over the border to pain.
"Oh, yes," she cried out again and again. "Oh yes, it's good?"
Spasm after soul-searing spasm tore through her writhing body, lifting her to the very stars and then drowning her in a sea of ultimate pleasurable depths. Like a pendulum soaring far to the extreme right of erotic release, then to the extreme left of orgastic passion, she swung first to one extreme of ecstasy, then to another, each time lessening the arc of her travels until-spent, satiated, and exhausted-she lay back on the bed, too weak to withdraw the vibrator which still pulsated within her wet flesh.
Brigette continued to suck on the right nipple for some minutes. Finally, however, she released her grip on the firm, rounded breast and looked down at her semiconscious partner.
"Goddamn," she said. "I sure am glad you followed me to town today. Shit, if it hadn't been for the goddamned coed idea, we'd never have made it."
The primary issue in her mind again brought Glendora back to a vague semblance of reality. Her eyes fluttered open and she became aware of the pulsating thrill still churning within her hot inner flesh. She reached down and slowly withdrew the shaft of the vibrator from her satiated vagina.
"Good, eh?" Brigette said.
"Oh, yes," Glendora agreed. "I've never-I mean, I had no idea-"
Brigette kissed her gently on the lips. "You give me head like you did and I'll let you fuck Willard any time you want."
"Oh, darling," she sighed. Then she remembered her primary purpose. "But you will talk to Mr. Concort?"
Brigette pouted slightly, then smiled her kittenish grin. "Yes, goddamn it. I'll talk to the son of a bitch. Hell, it might even be worth it. I get you and your educated tongue. You get Willard and well, I guess sucking cock once in a while can't be all that bad."
The two women snuggled naked on the motel bed, twined in each other's arms. Exhausted, satiated, and satisfied in both mind and body, they slept like contented children.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost five o'clock before they woke up. With awareness, they were jarred back to the realities of their lives. The academy was, if anything, worse than a small, gossip-prone town. They had to get back to Huntingford as soon as they could, and, separately, return to the campus.
But even faced with the necessity for speed and a certain amount of outward discretion, Brigette, definitely the less inhibited of the two, could not keep herself from rolling over on the bed and grasping Glendora's firm naked breasts in the palms of her hands.
"I just want to come off one more time," Brigette whispered as she again flicked the vibrator on and gently thrust it deep into her vagina. She was lying on her side, her breasts pressed tightly against Glendora's back, her hands kneading the hot flesh of the teacher's breasts.
"Goddamn," she said, "your tits really feel good. I'm on cloud nine. A handful of perfect tits and Willard going ape."
"Oh, Brigette," Glen sighed.
The younger woman pressed her slender, well formed body tightly against Glendora's back. She shuddered, gasped, and then said, "Oh God, it makes me come off so fast. Jesus! Instant orgasm. The greatest! The goddamned greatest!"
She squeezed Glendora's breasts one more time, then, as if nothing had happened, pulled the vibrating machine from her body, jumped from the bed, and slipped into her clothes.
They didn't speak much on the way back to Huntingford, but as Glendora left Brigette's car on the main street of the small village, she leaned one final time into the vehicle. "You will talk to your husband?" she said.
"Yes, yes." Brigette was impatient. She wanted to get back to her house without being suspected of having done more than shop and had lunch, or perhaps seen a movie. "I'll talk to him." Then, as an afterthought, she impulsively reached across the passenger's seat to cup one of Glendora's hanging breasts. She kneaded the soft, yet firm flesh suggestively as she looked into the teacher's brown eyes. "And don't forget your promise, either," she said. "Your head could be habit-forming."
She saw Glen smile as she slammed the door. A moment later, she had driven to the end of the block and turned toward the main highway and back toward the academy.
Brigette Concort was one of those rare people who seem to lack all inhibitions. She enjoyed her own sexual pleasure and didn't particularly care where she received it from. The trouble with her life was simply that her husband was more involved in his own pleasures than in his wife's, and that, unlike Glendora, Brigette had never thought of the possibility of seducing any of the girls at the academy.
But as she drove home, she realized that a whole new world of erotic pleasure lay open to her. If Norton would not satisfy her, she could always get Glendora to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon wallowing in sensual abandon in some motel room.
She was, she concluded, no longer a slave to her husband's whims. She had been, by the happenings of the afternoon, freed. She had no way of knowing as she parked the car in her garage and walked around the administrator's house to the front door, just how wrong she was.
Norton Concort was waiting for her in the front hall of the large house. As she walked in and closed the door behind her, he stared directly at her.
"I told you," he said in his softly melodious voice, "never to go into town without a bra. Whether you realize it or not, my dear, it's considered bad form for the wife of a school administrator to walk around with her goddamned tits flopping around."
Brigette looked from her husband's dark, almost brooding eyes down over his athletic figure meticulously clad in a dark business suit, then up to his face again. Finally, still feeling the exhilaration of her afternoon in Carterville, she smiled as sweetly as she possibly could and said, "Go fuck yourself."
Norton Concort was obviously stunned. It was apparent that no one had ever defied him in his life. He seemed unable to move or speak for a moment until his brows knotted over stern eyes and, very calmly, he said, "What did you say?"
"I said," Brigette repeated, "you can take your goddamned image and your fucking brassieres and shove them right up your ass."
Before she knew exactly what had happened, her husband had taken the two paces toward her, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand with sufficient force to spin her completely around and into one side of the long hall. She hit the wall with a shuddering impact, and stunned, both emotionally and physically by the sudden brutality of his movement, slumped to the floor.
Vaguely, she was conscious of her husband standing over her, of his softly sadistic voice filling the hallway around her.
"We have to understand each other, my dear," he was saying. "Life here is a one-way street. That's my way, darling, because if you step out of line any more, you are going to have a great many little accidents like that. First of all, you wear a bra when you go into Huntingford."
"But, I-"
Brutally, he kicked her in the leg.
She drew her knees tightly against herself in reaction against the pain.
"Shit!" he said. "I see you're not even wearing panties. Got the old snatch open and ready for anything, haven't you?"
"Norton-I-"
Again he kicked her. This time the toe of his polished right shoe was aimed directly at her groin, but she moved just fast enough at the right moment to avoid the more painful injury, only to receive the hard impact of leather and the power of his foot and leg high on her left thigh.
"Haven't you?" he demanded again.
As if in a sudden revelation, Brigette realized that fighting against her husband would gain her nothing but added injury. Instead of baiting him, she decided to play his game. "No," she said. "No, Norton. I won't do it again. I promise."
"You'd better promise, you simple cunt," he said. "If you pull a stunt like this again, you'll really get punished."
"I won't, Norton. Really-"
"Get up," he demanded. "The only place I want to see your tits flopping around is in my bedroom. As for a naked pussy, the same goes double. Now get your ass upstairs and make goddamned sure it's ready when I get there."
"Norton-"
"Move!" he snapped.
She saw his fist clenched at his side and realized that he would use it against her on the slightest pretext. Like a whipped animal, she turned away from him and slowly, deliberately climbed the stairs.
Once in the master bedroom, she slipped out of blouse and skirt and shoes and waited naked for her husband's arrival. It wouldn't be that bad, she told herself. He bad used and abused her body often before. One more time couldn't be any worse than all the times before.
The door of the bedroom opened and Norton Concort stepped inside. His dark features seemed even more intense than usual as he inspected his wife's beautiful naked form. He slipped out of his suit coat, and opened the closet door and hung it up before he turned to her and spoke.
"You're a pretty young cunt," he told her. "That's good. I mean it's nice for the president of the board to be married to a good-looking pussy." He walked to the door, and with a deliberate and exacting gesture, locked it. "The trouble is," he went on as he turned to face her naked form, "that you need a little discipline. You don't seem to know which side your bread is buttered on."
"What ... what are you going to do?" She took a pace away from him as she crossed her slender arms over the soft mound of her breasts.
"Do?" He unbuttoned his vest and then unfastened the belt holding his trousers. "Do?" he said again as he pulled the long leather belt free so that its length dangled from his right fist. "I'm going to teach you a few manners, for one thing."
He took a pace closer to her, and with teeth clenched, lashed out at her naked flesh with the belt.
The hard leather slashed against her side and flicked around to snap against the rounded flesh of her buttocks as she screamed in pain and humiliation. She backed away from his advancing form as he again lifted the belt and again slashed it mercilessly against her tender flesh.
She was screaming In terror and agony now, begging him to stop as the leather lash bit into her flesh again and again. "Please, Norton," she gasped. "Please! I'll do anything you say .. anything. Oh please ... "
Abruptly he stopped. He stared at her with his dark sensuous eyes. "Get over to the bed," be ordered. "Lie down!"
Obediently, she staggered to the bed and lay on her back, watching in terror and wonder as her husband slipped out of his trousers and underdrawers.
Clad in shin, tie, and vest, as well as gartered socks and shoes, Norton Concort walked to the bed and climbed on top of his young wife. Using her breasts as a cushion for his buttocks he sat heavily on her. His already hard penis rested on her chin as she looked up to his cruel eyes.
"You know what I want," he said. "Suck it! Pull that slab of meat into your mouth and give it your all."
"Norton-" she begged.
He moved slightly, pushing his member closer to her so that the huge head now actually rested on her full lips. "Eat it!" he demanded.
She lifted her head. There was no way she could avoid what was destined to happen. She put her hands behind his buttocks, pulled him toward her and slipped her hot mouth over the end of his hard manhood.
For Norton Concort, there was no greater thrill than the first hot sensation of a woman's lips circling his hard masculinity and drawing the turgid flesh into her mouth. It gave him a sense of dominance and complete power which, in addition to the purely physical sensations of lips and tongue on his member, he enjoyed perhaps more than anything else.
Now, as he sat on the soft cushion of his wife's huge breasts feeling the heat of the firm flesh under his buttocks, he looked down to her catlike face and the shaft of his manhood partially buried in her mouth.
"That's good," he told her. "Suck it all the way in and roll your tongue all over it."
She was hopelessly beaten now, he knew. She would do exactly what he wanted-exactly what he loved most. He ticked his hips back and forth on the cushion of her breasts, thus thrusting his member first deeply into her mouth and then with-drawing it slightly as she rolled her tongue around the head and moistened the long round shaft of it.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "Do it good. Come on, play with the nuts now."
Obediently, she raised one hand and caressed the bag of his scrotum which rested against her chin. Her eyes were dosed as she did so. There was something about her expression he didn't like.
"Come on, goddamn it," he said. "Open your eyes when you suck cock. Look at me, cunt! Let me know you really like that big chunk of hard meat in your tooth!"
She opened her eyes and looked up to him. From his position above her, he could see her staring up at him-could see her beautifully sensuous lips circling half of his hard masculine shaft The other half was buried in the hot cavern of her mouth, being ministered to by her tongue which licked up and around as her cheeks pulled in and out, sucking on his already tingling flesh.
He reached down with both hands and placed (hem against her head the better to make contact with her. Within his body he could feel the first tingling awareness that told him his ejaculation was near.
"Come on!" he kept telling her. "Suck it. Suck it all in there!"
His hips were ticking faster now, pulsating with an involuntary eagerness. He could feel her gentle fingers kneading his scrotum, her lips almost eager and willing now on his flesh. She was beaten. He had pushed her into a role of total and absolute submission to his will, and now he was about to offer her the ultimate proof of his manhood.
His ejaculation almost snapped within him as he pulled away from her. She stared at him in startled disbelief as he grasped his member tightly, rubbed his fist only twice up and then down the wet length, and then aimed it directly at her face.
It was but two or three inches before her when he released his grip and allowed the jetting spun of his ejaculation to leap like the tail of a white rocket toward her.
The precious sexual fluid hit her, the great wad of semen spattering over her nose and mouth, rolling hot and smooth down her cheeks and into her mouth and ears.
"Eat it!" he demanded. "Lick it off your chin."
Again she obeyed him, licking her tongue out and lavoring as much as she could of his fluid until she could reach no more of it. Finally, he saw her lean back and close her eyes again.
Satisfied both in his sexual release and in the fact that he had proven a masculine point to his young and, he thought, inexperienced wife, Norton Concort rose from her breasts, and, like a victorious dragoon dismounting a horse, stepped from the bed. He had started to move toward the bathroom just off the main bedroom when she spoke to him.
"Norton-" There was an almost childish quality to her voice. She was pleading with him.
He turned back to where her beautiful naked body still lay on the bed. "Yes?"
"Was that good, Norton? I mean ... did you like the way I sucked you off?"
"Sure," he said.
"You'd like me to do it more than I do, wouldn't you?"
She had caught him off guard. "You know I like head," he said almost petulantly. "I don't know why you don't give it more unless I force you."
"I'll suck you off any time you want, darling."
He was genuinely surprised. "You will?"
She smiled her kittenish grin. It was almost as if she had not been disciplined at all. "Sure," she agreed. "If only you'll do me two favors."
He frowned slightly. "What favors?" he demanded.
"They won't be hard," she said. "All I want is to get fucked now and then and maybe you could give me a little head too-"
"What!"
"And Norton, please, could you talk to the board about this silliness of making the academy coeducational?"
Suddenly Norton Concort was furious. He began trembling in genuine anger and stood looking somehow ridiculous in shirt, vest, socks, and shoes, with his flaccid penis hanging like some sort of misplaced tongue coming from the bottom of his shirttail.
"You want me-" he seemed incredulous. "You want me to stick my head into your fucking pussy? You must be out of your goddamned mind. I wouldn't stick the head of a fucking walking stick in there. Shit!"
"But Norton-"
"But Norton nothing. I know all about pussy. I've already been in there thanks to your goddamned stupid attitude toward sucking cock. I'm not doing it again. As for giving you some tongue you can forget it. And while we're at it you can forget about the coed issue. That's finished and done."
"But Norton-"
"I said forget it! You are not going into town without your goddamned bra and panties. You are going to get used to sucking my cock and Northrup is going coeducational. That's the way it is and the way it's going to be unless-"
She stared at him wide-eyed as he paused significantly. "Unless, what, Norton?"
"Unless you want your lily-white ass whipped again."
"No, please-"
"Then forget the coed business. I know where you got the idea. From that Adams cunt. Well I'll fix her." A strangely macabrtsmile curled over his lips, revealing white even teeth. "Yes," he mused, as he turned again toward the bathroom. "I might just fix you as well."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following afternoon, Glendora was somewhat surprised to receive a call from Norton Concort. He asked her to come to his house as soon as she could. As she prepared herself to cross campus, Glendora's mind reeled with speculative thoughts.
Had he found out about her affair with his wife in Carterville? Perhaps Brigette had talked to him about the coeducational issue. Maybe he had decided to change his mind. Either way, Glendora knew her meeting with the President of the Board of Directors was going to be an important one.
Just how important, she could not know.
When she arrived at the administrator's house, Concort himself opened the door for her and led her, not as she had expected into his office at the end of the hall, but into a spacious living room. He offered her a seat and asked if she wanted a cup of coffee.
She accepted. He left the room for a moment and then returned, and, silently, mysteriously, waited until his wife entered carrying a silver tray and a coffee service.
Only after the beautiful young woman had poured them all coffee and was seated opposite Glendora with her long legs crossed did Norton Concort clear his throat significantly and begin to talk.
"I suppose you know, Miss Adams," he said pointedly, "that one does not become the president of the board of a school as large and important as this one by being a complete dodo."
"Of course," she nodded.
"Over the last few days, Miss Adams, I have put two and two together and come up with a pretty fucking astronomical total."
"I don't quite-"
"Shut up!" His hard black eyes seemed to bore into her own for a long moment before his thin lips lifted in a cold smile. "We are going to discuss a little arrangement which I intend to propose namely that you and Brigette here and I form-how shall I call it-a sexual alliance. She doesn't like to suck cock, but you don't seem to mind. Also, she wants her pussy worked over and I object."
Glendora Adams leapt to her feet with an almost unbelievable show of thorough indignation. "Mr. Concort," she snapped, "I've never heard of anything so-so outrageous-so-"
"Oh, sit down, Miss Adams." His voice was slow-exasperated. "You must really take me for a fool. Naturally, I don't have the facts in statistical form or the signed statements of any participants or witnesses, but it's pretty clear to me just why you want the academy to remain as it is."
Glendora could not help blushing. Her entire body, from the soles of her feet to the roots of her hair, was flushed crimson and tingling with the added flow of embarrassed blood she could not control.
"You're a dyke," Concort announced. "You're afraid if we get some hard young cock on campus here, you'll lose all that teen-age pussy."
"No ... I-"
"Look, Miss Adams, don't bullshit me. All I have to do is interview the girls, threaten them with expulsion and I'll get their confessions. Hell, if he weren't so ass happy and crazy to birch them, I'd even let Dean Lydecker get the confessions for me."
"You wouldn't-"
"That's not the point," he told her. "The point is I could. Unless, that is, you are willing to cooperate."
"I hardly think-"
"Listen, you stupid bitch, I do the thinking here. All you have to know is that, first of all, I'm goddamned sure you've been scarfing some prime pussy here on campus and that I'll get the proof of it if I have to. Further, if I get the proof you'll be out on your ass for a moral degenerate. How the fuck do you think that will look on your record? Also, I'm pretty sure you and Brigette here had something going yesterday or she wouldn't have brought up the coed issue. It's just a matter of two plus two, Miss Adams. You're a dyke, but you suck cock. I like my cock sucked and Brigette here wants to get some jollies of her own. As I said before, Miss Adams, what's a little head among friends?"
"Like shit I will," he snapped. "I told you, we need the money."
Glendora was hopelessly beaten. Her entire hitureseemed hopelessly placed under Norton Concoft's cruel heel. She glanced to Brigette sitting almost primly across the room, her long slender legs crossed provocatively, her feline features almost, but not quite, sparkling in amused anticipation.
"Well?" Concort demanded.
"I don't have much choice, do I?" Glendora said.
He ignored the question. Without further ceremony, he walked to the room's single large window which overlooked the campus playing fields and pulled the cord to draw the drapes. "Let's just forget the goddamned ceremony," he told them. "Strip out of your clothes and let's see what we can organize."
He watched as his wife and Glendora slowly removed their outer garments, letting them puddle in little pools of feminine fabric on the room's thick carpet. The two women hesitated before removing their underthings, but with only slight urging Norton Concort was able to see them both standing naked before him, waiting for his next command.
He looked from the lush body of his young wife to the slender, large-breasted form of the slightly older dormitory mistress. He let his eyes roam from firm breasts down over smooth abdomens to pubic hair. He stared at Glen Adams' tuft of ebony sexual fur, and then to the more familiar triangular patch of auburn topping his wife's channel of passion.
"You're a couple of sexy cunts," he told them. "I wonder if you've really made it with each other or not. Hell, I don't give a shit one way or the other. Brigette."
The young woman smiled almost obediently, although her eyes sparkled with mischievous anticipation. "Yes, darling?"
"You wanted your pussy licked. Here's your chance. She's a fucking dyke. She'll go down on you and give you all the head you want. Get over on the couch and lie down."
Obediently, Brigette Concort did what she was told. She walked to the couch, lay on her back, and raised her left leg to the back of the sofa so that her sexual parts were easily accessible.
"Well," Concort snapped to Glendora. "There's your fucking hair pie. Eat it!"
Glendora looked to Brigette's beautiful body lying on the couch. She ran her eyes over the young breasts, slender waist, and flaring, feminine hips punctuated by the silken tuft of auburn pubic hair in the center of which she could see the line of already dampening pink vaginal flesh. For a moment she hesitated, feeling perhaps embarrassed, perhaps shy about performing a sexual act so intimate in front of Norton Concort. But her hesitation only lasted an instant. Desire, and memory of the sweet moments she and Brigette had savored the day before overcame her. She crossed to the couch and smiling down to her female companion, climbed on her knees, her head between Brigette's thighs, and leaned forward to savor the flesh of love and the sweet nectar of abandon spread before her.
Norton Concort had, through choice, limited his sexual experience. For years he had been associated with Northrup Academy in an administrative capacity and, undoubtedly because he was constantly in the presence of tempting, sensuous and desirable teenage girls, had suffered inhibitions. He was afraid of the possible consequences of seducing any of the students, and as a result, had formed a mental barrier against sexual intercourse itself. This block, in turn, had made him almost compulsive in his desire for any other form of sexual satisfaction.
Now in his mid-thirties, he considered himself fixed in his habits. He had never seen two women. enjoy their bodies sexually and he believed he would never want any sexual release other than that reached after having his member licked and sucked by a woman.
But, as he watched Glendora's eager oral ministrations to his wife's most delicate parts-as he listened to Brigette's sighs and gasps of abandoned pleasure-is he stared at the twisting naked feminine flesh of the two women on the couch-Norton Contort had second thoughts about the rigidity of his sexual pattern.
They were both beautiful women in their own separate ways, he thought, and the sight of them writhing there, thrilling each other before his very eyes, aroused him in a way in which he had never been aroused before.
He looked from his wife's smiling, passion-etched face, over her jiggling firm breasts, down to Glendora's dark-haired head which seemed to be rolling, or bobbing up and down against Brigette's ticking hips. He let his eyes roam lazily up Glendora's back to the arched curve of her flaring hips and buttocks.
From where he stood, Norton Concort could see the slit in the middle of Glen's Venus mound, the soft tuft of dark hair surrounding it, and above it, the pink star of her anus. The sight thrilled and excited him. He could feel the hot flush of erectile blood in his groin, the surge of throbbing excitadon rushing to his penis.
His mouth dropped involuntarily open. His lips began to tremble, and like a man in some soft of a drug-induced or religious trance, he began to fumble with his belt and then his fly. In rapid, yet still somehow mechanical gestures, he removed his clothing, stepped out of his trousers and under drawers, and stood in the center of the room trembling with a strange new kind of lust as he watched the two women on the couch.
Brigette had her eyes closed now. She was gasping and sighing in abandoned pleasure more intense than Norton had ever seen with any woman. She was sighing and whispering, "Eat it, Glen. Eat my pussy. Make me come ... "
Glendora Adams was like a machine of pleasure determined to push Brigette through the door to paradise, no matter how long it might take. Her head seemed riveted to Brigette's groin-her tongue the very nail which held the two women tightly together, no matter how suddenly or violently they moved in response to the pleasure each was giving to and taking from the other.
Norton's gaze war hypnotically fixed on Glendora's lifted, naked buttocks-on her exposed labia, and on the pink dot of anus above them. He grasped his now rock-hard member in his right hand and like a man mesmerized, took one step closer to the couch.
"Oh, God," his wife gasped. "Jesus! That feels so fucking good!"
"Yeah," Norton heard himself say. "Scarf it. Eat that whole goddamn cunt, baby. Just eat it all."
He moved his hand back and forth on his hard shaft without quite realizing what he was doing. On trembling legs, he managed to take another step closer to the couch. He stood beside the two women, playing with his penis as he watched their orgy of Lesbian passion. His mouth still hung open and a little bit of drool slipped from the corner. He could not take his eyes away from Glendora's easily moving buttocks or the dot of aposedanus centered there,
"Ass," he mumbled as he fondled his eagerly throbbing member. "Jesus, what a fucking beautiful ass."
Like a child reaching out to pat a beloved dog, he extended his left hand as he rubbed the palm over the smooth, gently moving flesh of Glendora's behind. His fingers savored the even, silken texture as his eyes riveted themselves on the anus.
"Beautiful" he murmured as he continued to play with himself. "Beautiful asshole."
His wife was still gasping in pleasure. Her hands now pulled at the ebony hair of Glendora's head, trying if possible to bring it even closer to her hotly aroused sexual parts.
Glendora never ceased her ministrations as she licked the wet flesh and savored the sweet juices of Brigette's passion.
Norton Concort's left hand continued to stoke Glendora's buttocks as his right pumped back and forth along the length of his penis, until, like a man suddenly snapped from the effect of a trance, he stopped. He blinked his eyes twice as if coming to the full consciousness of his surroundings. He was naked. So were the two women on the couch.
He held his hard eager penis in his hand and was staring at Glendora Adams' anus.
"Goddamn it!" he said aloud. Then, "Fucking dyke." He laughed as he climbed on the couch behind Glendora and positioned himself mere inches away from her. "You bet your ass!" he cried as he lunged forward.
So intent was she on the succulent flesh before her eager mouth-the sweet taste of erectile clitoris, the soft pressure of opening and responding labia-that Glendora was totally unaware of the fact that Norton Concort was still in the room, let alone that he had stripped himself of all clothing but shoes and socks and had advanced toward the couch. She was even unaware of his fingers caressing her buttocks or of the fact that he had climbed onto the sofa behind her until she first felt the pressure of his throbbing penis against her anus.
By that time, however, it was too late for her to move away from the surging, hard thrust of rockhard hot flesh that slipped into her like the shaft of a spear ripping her colon apart.
She cried out in shock and violation, released her lips from Brigette's vagina and tried to squirm away from the hot flesh on which she was impaled.
"No!" she cried out. "Oh, God no ... don't ... "
His hands slipped under her, cupped her jiggling breasts in their hot palms, and kneaded the soft flesh with cruel fingers.
"Fuck you!" he gasped. "Fuck you, you goddamned dyke!"
His hard flesh dug into her, withdrew and slammed hard again within her slowly responding body. She was shocked to find that after the initial thrust, all pain was gone. A strange sensation-almost of sensual pleasure-began to fill her as he thrust and withdrew his member within her-as his hands kneaded the flesh of her breasts.
A sense almost of euphoria swept over her as she lowered her lips again to the succulent flesh before her.
Brigette gasped, "Oh, don't go ... don't leave it. Eat me, honey. Eat my pussy."
Her husband slammed his member back and forth within Glendora's hot colon as he continued to cry out "Fucking dyke! I'm fucking you, cunt. I'm fucking you right in the ass!"
Under her mouth, Brigette began to move more spasmodically. Her hips ticked with greater abandon. Her sighs and gasps became more frequent Glendora could feel the twisting passion of the younger woman's fingers in her hair as she desperately tried to pull the pleasure of tongue and mouth even deeper into the moist folds of eager flesh being so thoroughly aroused.
Behind her, Norton was grunting now. His cruel fingers were clawing into Glendora's breasts, but the sensations of. sheer pleasure surging through her overwhelmed any pain she might have been capable of feeling.
Then-at the exact same instant-she felt Brigette snap into the throes of total orgasm as the hot spurt of Norton's ejaculation sent a molten spray of rapture to explode within her. So overwhelming was her sensation that she too seemed to snap from the very fibers of her being, spin in a mad dash to the very apex of the world, and there join the stars and. the comets in pleasure so abandoned it could only be reserved for the mythical gods of yesteryear.
The orgasm rippled and ripped through them, shuddering every nerve of each one of them.
"Fuck!" Norton gasped as he thrust his masculine shaft deeply into Glendora and pulled her body tight to his spasming hips. "Oh, sweet fuck in the ass!"
Only Glendora herself remained silent. The sensations swirling through her were so overpowering, so totally encompassing she could think of nothing but the pressure within her and the hot moist flesh before her.
She continued to suck on Brigette's pulsating clitoris as, without even realizing it, she, squirmed her buttocks tightly against Norton Concort's pulsating hips.
The three of them gasped and thrashed and twisted and sighed until, exhausted, drained, satiated, they collapsed on the sofa, three naked, panting forms each of whom had enjoyed a sexual experience both vivid and unique.
For Brigette, it had been the sensation of feeling Glendora's tongue and lips lovingly sucking and caressing her sexual parts as she had opened her eyes and see if the man she had once loved above her thrusting into Glendora's behind. The combination of female lips and the vision of Norton had been so moving that Brigette's orgasm was almost bone-shattering in its intensity.
For Glendora, the sensation of having a real mm's penis inside her was one she could not really describe. She was shocked to admit to herself that Norton's hard flesh had felt-yes-good. It was especially good because its sensation in her colon had been complemented by the sweet taste of Brigette's labia under her mouth and the thrill of feeling Brigette shudder into violent orgasm as a result of her tongue's ministrations.
For Norton Concort the sensation was possibly the most unique. Because of his fear of the consequences, he had avoided the students at the academy and had as a result become neurotic in his avoidance of contact with any vagina. He had never thought he could gain such total pleasure by inserting his member in a woman's anus. Yet the thrill of grabbing Glendora Adams' huge breasts in both his hands as he ejaculated into the hot channel of her insides was one he had never thought possible.
"Goddamn," he rasped as he lay back on the couch. "That was the greatest fucking sensation I ever felt in my life."
Almost absently, Glendora Adams reached over and grasped his softening penis in her left hand. "You liked it?"
"You're goddamned right," he sighed.
"We could do that again," she teased.
"I know. I know," he said impatiently. "You'll do any fucking thing I like if only I vote to keep the academy all-girl."
"Yes," she admitted. "I want that. You know I want that."
But somehow, her voice lacked the tone of conviction he had heard when the matter had been discussed on previous occasions.
CHAPTER NINE
When Glendora brought Cathy Gyle to Norton Concort's house the following weekend, there were two definite reasons behind the move. Most obvious, of course. was the fact that Norton enjoyed oral ministrations to his penis and Glen knew Cathy would probably be willing to engage iii almost any sexual act with almost anyone.
But, more important than that was Glendora's hope that somehow, through the girl, she might be able to blackmail Concort into doing what she wanted-namely keeping the school an all-girl academy and preventing it from becoming coeducational.
Although Glen explained the first part of her plan to the young girl, she intentionally neglected to mention the fact that she was planning to use Cathy as an instrument to achieve her own long term goal as well as one to satisfy the somewhat one-sided desires of the school's administrator.
She was not surprised when Norton himself answered the door. He looked from Glendora to the blue-eyed girl, then back again.
"Who's this?" he demanded.
Cathy lowered her lashes in a successful attempt to appear naive and innocent.
Glendora answered for her. "She's Catherine Gyle," Glen said. "I think you and she will really like each other."
"Oh?" Norton lifted his dark eyebrows.
"Oh yes," Glendora said.
Norton stared hard at the history teacher for a long moment Finally he said, "I should think by this time, Miss Adams, you'd be well aware of my attitude toward the girls at Northrup and my policy toward them."
"Of course," she agreed. "I just thought Cathy might be that one exception which is sometimes so very important. May we come in-I mean just for a moment?"
Appearing somewhat reluctant, Norton Concort stepped back so that Glendora and Cathy could walk into the long hall of the administrator's house. As they did so, Glen noticed that Norton glanced-briefly, to be sure, but still with unmistakable lust-at the firm jut of the young girl's breasts under her white uniform blouse.
Concort ushered them down the long hail to the formal grandeur of his office. There he sat behind his desk and looked hard at Glendora Adams and her prot�g�. He was obviously trying to maintain as much of his image of cold aloofness as possible.
The room was absolutely still for almost a full minute before Concort demanded, "Well?"
Glendora smiled. On her slender serious face the slight movement was almost-yet not quite- smug. Finally, she sighed and said, "Norton, stop playing games, will you? You know why I brought Cathy over here."
"No," he snapped a little too hastily-a little too positively. "No, I certainly do not!"
"Well, then, I suppose I'll have to be brutally frank," Glendora said. "You've got this little hangup-"
"Now just a minute, Miss Adams. I certainly-"
"Don't try to tell me you don't, Norton. Let's just call it fellatio-"
"Miss Adams!"
"What's fellatio?" Cathy asked. It was the first time she had spoken since entering the house.
"Sucking cock," Glendora told her.
"Oh," the girl said.
"Oh yes, dear," Glen went on. "ML Concort here really likes his joint done, don't you, Norton?"
"This is preposterous, Miss Adams. Absolutely preposterous! You can't just collect one of the girls, bring her over here and talk like this. Why, she's just a child. She's obviously a junior schooler. She can't be a day over eleven."
"I'm fifteen," Cathy told him indignantly. "I'll be sixteen next month. Besides," she looked significantly at Norton Concort, "what difference does that make as long as you get your nuts off?"
"This is preposterous!" Concort rose from his seat and stood behind his huge desk looking at Glendora and the young girl. "This is absolutely outrageous."
"What's outrageous about it?" Glendora asked calmly. "You like head jobs and Brigette isn't all that hot about going down on you unless you force her. Cathy here could use a few extra privileges. It's as simple as that. You get your jollies and she gets her privileges."
"Privileges?" he mused. "What privileges?"
"First of all," Cathy announced. "I want to make sure that asshole, Dean Lydecker, doesn't get near me again."
Concort frowned. "Look here, young lady, I can't just-"
"You don't have to fire him or anything drastic," Cathy said. "It's just that he's got this thing about little girls' asses. Oh, he never fucks any of us or even plays with our titties. It would be nicer if he did. He's just hung up on all this discipline shit and I'm sick of it. I just want it clear that he can't smack me anymore."
"And in return for this-" Concort didn't seem able to finish.
"She just told you," Cathy said. "I'll suck your dick off."
Concort looked steadily at the young girl for a long moment before glancing to Glendora. "All right," he said. "All right." In one swift gesture he pulled the zipper on his fly down and started to cross around the desk.
"Hey, wait a minute," Cathy said. "Jesus, you're like a fucking house on fire. Don't you want to lie down on the couch over there? Don't you want to feel my titties while I do you?"
Concort stopped in front of the desk. His fly was open and he had already reached inside his trousers to grasp his penis. The plan was working even better than Glendora had expected. Cathy was doing more than she had even hoped for. Now, by offering to strip out of her own clothes, she had given Glendora exactly the time she would need to implement her plan.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Cathy said. "I mean head's great and all, but I know you'd like to feel me up. I mean how long's it been since you had your hands on a girl as young as me? How long has it been since you felt titties as young as mine?"
Concort seemed like a man stunned. His mouth dropped open as Cathy took a step forward.
The young girl swiftly unbuttoned her uniform blouse, reached behind her, and in one deft gesture unsnapped her brassiere: Then she removed both the blouse and the undergarment so that she was standing in front of the administrator stripped to the waist.
Concort gasped as he stared at the two firm young half globes of flesh just before him.
"Come on," Cathy urged. "Don't be chicken. Here-" She reached Out to grasp his trembling left hand and lifted it to cup her right breast. "See?" she said.
Glendora cleared her throat. "Well," she hesitated. "I'd better be getting back to campus. You two have-well, have a good time."
"Nice," Concort sighed. "Nice titty."
"Let me feel it." Cathy reached toward Concort's groin. "Let me grab your pecker. You like getting jerked off?"
"Titty," he said again.
"That way you can get your rocks off twice, you know. I mean, even an old guy like you can shoot off twice."
She had her hand inside his fly now and obviously had a hold on his member, for she seemed to be pulling him across the room toward the big leather couch opposite his desk.
Sure that Norton Concort was totally oblivious to her presence and that Cathy would do an absolutely superb job to avoid any more beatings at the hand of Dean Lydecker, Glendora tiptoed across the room, opened the door, and slipped into the hail. As rapidly and silently as she could, she scurried down the long hall, opened the main door of the house, and skipped down the front steps.
She did not, however, return to her quarters on campus on the other side of the playing fields. Instead, she reached into her purse, took out the camera she had brought, and walked around the large house to the rear terrace. There, she inched dose to the French doors which led to the study, and with camera at the ready, stared inside.
What she saw both shocked and excited her. Later she would even come to believe that her visual experiences of that day were really what changed her life.
Cathy was completely naked. In the time it had taken Glendora to run down the inner hail and then retrace her path on the outside of the house, the young girl had slipped out of her uniform skirt and flimsy panties which she had folded neatly and placed on one corner of Norton Concort's desk. She was leaning against the desk with her back to the French doors. Glendora could not see the girl's face, but beyond her she could see Concort.
He was sitting on the couch staring like a drunkard at the naked girl as his clumsy fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons and then his shoes.
Through the glass Glendora could hear the soft putt of Cathy's voice. "I'll bet you've just been dreaming about something like this ever since you came here. It's just natural, you know. I don't suppose a normal man could stop it if he wanted to. All us young girls here all the time-it's true, isn't it?"
He grunted as he pulled one shoe off.
"Must be hell thinking of plowing into all that sweet young gash and not being able to do it cause you're afraid someone might talk."
He seemed to have been slapped back to reality. He stopped his movements with his other shoe, frowned, and looked hard at the girl.
"Oh, I wouldn't tell. Believe me," she said. "After all, I'm getting mine, too, you know. After all, you've never been whipped by that asshole Lydecker. It's not something I'd like to do twice." She giggled. "I mean it's not like sucking off a big dick like yours. I'd like to do that a couple of times."
As Glendora peered intently through the glass of the French doors, she saw Norton Concort strip out of the last bit of clothing he had been wearing-his underdrawers. Healthy, well muscled, and handsome in a stern, Mephistophelean way, he stood up and started toward the young girl.
Whether Cathy wanted to prolong her time with the administrator or whether she simply intended to tease the older man into a state of hopelessly dependent arousal was not dear. What Glendora saw, however, puzzled her, for the girl moved away from the desk, and as Concort advanced on her, began slowly to circle the room.
In the movement, Cathy exposed more and more of her beautiful naked body to Glendora's view. It was a sight which, despite her efforts to remain calmly dispassionate, thrilled and excited the teacher. As Cathy circled the room with Concort, his masculinity already rigidly erect and like a magnet pointing up and directly toward the young girl, Glendora let her eyes roll over the swelling flesh of breast, abdomen, and hip.
Then suddenly her eye movement stopped. Her mouth dropped open and she almost dropped the camera she was holding in both hands.
Cathy had no pubic hair!
"That little bitch!" Glendora whispered. "That conniving little twat!"
Obviously aware through some sort of sixth sense of Norton Concort's true sexual desires, which the administrator had suppressed even from himself, Cathy had prepared herself for her meeting with the man by shaving her pubic hair so as to appear even younger than she naturally did. Although the girl was but a month away from her sixteenth birthday, she looked no more than eleven or twelve years old as she moved across the room. Her small breasts were high and seemed pubescent. Her hips were slender, and with a soft mound of her sexual area smooth and rounded without any covering of gossamer hair, she represented everything Norton Concort had pushed from his conscious thoughts for so many years.
As she looked through the window, Glendora realized that where she had been unable to control her lusts in the years she had been at Northrup, Concort, who also wanted to savor the young adolescent flesh of the girls there, had been successful-at least until now-in suppressing his desires.
Now, however, the athletic administrator was obviously unable to control himself any longer. His huge erection was like a great curved sexual scimitar preceding him like a cavalryman's lance as he moved ever closer to the teasing Cathy.
Glen watched as the girl teased Concort with gestures and words. Cathy stopped moving and lifted her young pert breasts in both palms. "Want to touch them?" she purred. "Bet you like to lick them when they're young and tiny like this."
Concort was almost to her now; his hands reached out to grasp the young girl's flesh, and as he did so, Cathy grasped his rigid penis.
"Come on," she said. "Go over to the couch. I want to give you a hand job."
Like an obedient animal, Concort let Cathy lead him to the couch where he sat down. Glen watched Cathy sit next to him and take his hard member in her right hand. Now they were farther away from the French doors. Glen had difficulty in hearing all their words, but she could make Out enough of them to realize that Cathy, instead of acting for her, was actually betraying, her.
She watched as Cathy's hand pumped up and down on Concort's huge member and listened as Cathy bribed the administrator.
"I'll bet you like getting jerked off," she said. "I sort of felt you really had a thing about little girls. I mean young stuff like me and some of the others here."
Concort nodded his head. He seemed unable to speak. His mouth hung slack; his eyes glazed. Glendora was sure that he had never experienced as much sensual pleasure in his life as he was doing at that very moment.
"We're all horny as hell, you know," Cathy continued. Her hand never stopped moving up and down on the shaft of his manhood. "And lots of us really go for older men. You know, I'll bet you could have all the young pussy you ever wanted if you just set your mind to it. You're just afraid the girls might talk, aren't you? Hell, they'd be so fucking grateful for a fucking, they'd eat your meat any time you snapped your fingers."
Concort was grunting now. His hips were moving in response to Cathy's ministrations.
"You like that?" the girl was saying. "You feel good. I like jerking you off."
Suddenly, her hand stopped moving, and, pouting, she pulled away from the administrator ... Looking through the window, Glen wondered what had caused the sudden movement. It was Concort himself who asked Glen's unspoken questions.
"What-" he stammered. "What's the matter?"
"Well," Cathy pouted. "You do want a hand job, don't you?"
"Yes ... of course. I-"
"And then you want me to suck you off?"
"Yes ... yes ... "
"Admit it," Cathy said flatly. "You do like young pussy, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes!" he gasped.
"And you really want to fuck it and lick it, don't you?"
"Oh God-"
"Bet you'd like to stick your tongue right in me, wouldn't you?"
"Cathy-"
"I'm all wet, you know. Jerking you off got me all hot and juicy."
"Please-" Contort begged.
Cathy was at the end of the couch now. She turned toward Contort. Now the little-girl pose was gone. She looked like exactly what she was-a hard, manipulating woman of the world at barely sixteen.
"Listen," Cathy said to him. "You can have anything you want-me, all the other snatch on campus-head, hairless cunt, anything-if only you do me a couple of favors."
"Anything," Concort gasped.
Cathy reached out and again grasped his throbbing member in her hand, but she did not move her fist. "Anything?" she echoed.
"Yes-" he gasped. "Yes-"
"Okay," Cathy said. "First, you have to make sure Lydecker doesn't whip anyone again."
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
Very slowly, Cathy began to move her hand up and then down the length of Norton Concort's shaft as she spoke. "Then," she said, as she manipulated his penis, "I want sort of a special deal for this. You know, town privileges. I want to be able to get off this fucking campus when I want to without all the piss ass faculty snooping around and turning me in like I was some sort of a criminal."
"Yes," he gasped.
"Cross your heart?"
"Of course, anything!"
Her hand began to move more rapidly now-up and down-up and down-like a passionate piston clutching the hard inflamed flesh of his manhood.
"And finally," she said. "Finally, I want to make goddamned sure this place goes coed as soon as possible."
"That little bitch!" Glendora gasped. "That little bitch!"
"Yes," Concort agreed.
"This semester?" Cathy demanded.
"Of course."
Her hand was moving faster and faster now to the point where its movements were a blur to Glendora.
"Want to come off?" Cathy purred.
Norton Concort arched his hips and threw his head back. The sound he made was a combination of grunt and scream as Glendora saw a single great line of ejaculated sperm shoot from the tip of his member, soar almost two feet in the air, and then seem to hang there an eternity before dropping again to spatter over his lap and Cathy's skilled hand.
The young girl continued to manipulate his organ more gently until he lifted his head again and seemed slowly to be regaining the use of his faculties.
"Was it good?" Cathy asked him. "Did you come off real good?"
"You bet," Concort told her.
"You rest for a while and then I'll suck you off like I'll bet you've never been sucked off before."
"Yeah-"
"And don't forget your promises."
"I won't," he told her. "You do what you said and I'll get rid of Lydecker. You can have all the town privileges you want and I can get the new program going within a matter of weeks. After all, we already have a waiting list."
"Great," Cathy said. "And I'll see you get all the young pussy you want and more."
"But discreet?" he said. "Cool?"
"Of course," she assured him. "Like I said, they're horny as hell. They'll be getting as much out of it as you."
Outside the French doors on the back terrace of the house, Glendora felt betrayed and abused. She turned from the glass and staggered away from the terrace. "That little bitch," she kept mumbling to herself. "That goddamn, two faced, fucking little bitch!"
CHAPTER TEN
Something unseen, however, seemed to draw Glendora back. Part of her wanted to rid herself of the image of Cathy's perfidy, yet another part could not resist returning to the French doors to look through and witness the scene of sexual abandon which would be played between the young and sensuous student and the thirty-year-old school administrator.
Telling herself that she was actually doing something very much against her will, Glen turned from the edge of the terrace and retraced her steps until she was again against the house looking through a corner of one of the French doors.
Cathy and Norton Concort were still sitting side by side on the couch. Glendora strained her ears to hear what they were saying.
"You know," Cathy said, stroking the administrator's thigh, "it must be terrible having a hangup like yours. I mean, really getting all hot and hard and ready to go with young pussy and then thinking you couldn't do it. It must really fuck you up."
"It does," Norton agreed. "Jesus, I've been suppressing myself for years."
"Don't you get rid of some of it with your wife?"
"Shit!" Concort snapped. "She hates to give head."
"But don't you fuck her?"
"Are you kidding?" he asked. "Stick my wick in that hairy goddamned snatch?"
"Oh, I get it," Cathy said. "You just can't stand the hair."
"Right!"
"But, I'll bet you'd like to get in mine." Cathy spread her legs so that, even from her distance, Glendora could see the wet and open gash of her vagina.
"God yes!" he said.
"Bet you'd like to eat it too, wouldn't you?"
He grunted.
"Those hot sexy juices taste real good, you know."
"Yeah."
"Come on," Cathy urged. "Give me a little head and then we'll have some real fun."
As Glendora watched, Norton Concort seemed to hesitate, but only for an instant, before he turned to position himself between the young girl's thighs and leaned toward her in a movement almost violent. It seemed as if he actually intended to bite her tender vaginal flesh as he pressed his head and mouth against her groin and pulled the smooth flesh of her thighs tightly against his ears.
Glendora's eyes were bulging. She could imagine the searing intensity of pleasure rippling through Cathy's young body as Concort's tongue licked in and out, savoring the sweet knob of smooth erectile clitoris. She could feel herself becoming aroused by the sight of their abandon. She let the camera dangle from her left hand as she pressed her right palm against her own Venus mound. Her hot moist secretions had already dampened her underwear. She rubbed her palm hard against the outer flesh, feeling the pressure she applied move her own clitoris. Then she saw Cathy, spread-legged and obviously happy, look up.
She saw the girl looking directly in her direction and knew that Cathy could see her standing on the terrace, but the only indication of the fact Cathy made was a broad smile and a sign for "okay" made with the circled first finger and thumb of her right hand with the other three fingers extended.
As Cathy made the gesture, Glen saw her press Concort's head tighter to her crotch with her left hand and call out: "Goddamn, that's good! Eat it, honey. Oh, eat it!"
Glendora saw the girl begin to move her hips and squirm on the couch under the ministrations of the administrator. Then Cathy's eyes closed and Glen heard her gasp.
"Oh yes!"
Norton's head was moving like a fishing bobbin on the sea of Cathy's wild, abandon.
Glendora saw the two bodies shudder convulsively. Cathy turned her head from side to side, thrashed her hips against Concort's mouth, and gasped in orgastic abandon.
Glen could not keep her own hand from rubbing the outside of her crotch with greater pressure and with more and more rapid movements. She was unaware of her own breathing now becoming more and more rapid. She was only aware of the vision before her eyes in the office and of the increasing pleasure her hand was giving to her sexual parts.
Her knees began to tremble. She knew she was about to lose control. She bit down on her lower lips as within her she felt the surge of her own release well up to touch all her flesh with a great caressing hand of pleasure so thorough, so intense she almost cried out-almost collapsed with the sheer physical beauty of it.
She stood outside the window, gasping, her teeth almost cutting through the flesh of her lower lip, her knees, buckling and threatening to give way. She swayed that way for several long seconds before she was able to regain her self-control and again look in to the room.
Again the administrator and Cathy were sitting on the couch. Except for the fact that they both were naked, they might have been any middle-aged man and any teen-aged girl talking to each other.
Their conversation was, however, slightly out of the ordinary.
"What was it like?" Cathy asked him.
"What?"
"You know what."
"Your crack?"
"Yeah."
"What about it?"
"I mean, what's it like. What's it taste like?"
"Good?"
"Oh, come on," the girl said. "Tell me. It'll turn me on."
Glendora noticed that, despite his ministrations to the girl's delicate sexual parts, Norton Concort had still not achieved a second state of erection. As she stared through the window, she experienced the strange sensation of wanting to see him huge and hard again. She remembered how his flesh had felt in her own mouth, and despite her recent masturbatory release, a strange shudder of desire for him, rather than for Cathy, scurried through her. The emotion brought with it a certain trepidation-a certain cautious fear. She was safe in her sexual habits. She had been safe since she had first come to the academy. She was a Lesbian. She liked her sexual contacts with- the girls. She was almost always in complete control. She would never get pregnant mid women, she knew, understood the needs and desires of their own sex far better than men did.
Still she stared through the French doors, not desiring Cathy so much as being envious of her. It was the girl who had felt Concort's tongue inside her hot moist flesh. It was the girl who was urging him to talk about sexual sensations, and it was the girl who would first feel the hard shaft of his manhood when it became erect again.
"Okay," Concort said. "It tastes-well, sort of sweet-like I thought it would-sort of like honey. And it's silky in there. Like wet silk. What's best though is your knob-your clit. That's the best part of all."
"Yeah," she said. "When you started doing a job there, that's when I really got it all off together."
"Yeah," he agreed.
She turned to him. "How'd you like to stick your cock in there."
He seemed genuinely sad as he looked down to his lap at the great, flaccid tube of his impotent manhood lying there.
"Can't put a marshmallow in a pussycat's ass," he told her. "You shouldn't have jerked me off."
"Hell," Cathy said. "If you want a hard-on, I sure know a way to get you one."
The administrator smiled in obvious- satisfaction. "Come on," he said. "Come on over here and suck it."
Cathy reached Out and laid one hand on his soft masculinity. "You won't forget your promises?" she purred.
"Of course not."
"You remember what they were?"
"Sure."
"You're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
Her hand was moving sensuously on his flesh now. "Prove it," she demanded.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean tell them to me again. Then I'll suck you off,"
"You're a regular little bitch," he said.
Outside the room, Glendora stared at the two within and silently agreed. She determined to take care of Cathy in any way she could. The girl might appear on the surface to be a mere child, but she was a dangerous, selfish woman, all too wise in the ways of the world and of sexual satisfaction.
"Tell me," Cathy urged as she played with Concort's still flaccid flesh.
"Okay." His breath was coming in slight gasps now. "Okay. First no more whippings by Dean Lydecker."
"Right." Her hand moved up and down. His flesh was still soft.
"Okay, what's two?"
"Town privileges for you."
"Any time?"
"Any time."
"And?"
"And we go coed as soon as we can."
"Hey!" Cathy said. "You remember."
"And you remember your end of it."
"Listen," the girl said as she leaned down toward his lap. "By the time I get finished with you today, you're not even going to be able to think about pussy for a while. You're going to get your nuts off so good and so much you'll think you can't ever get them off again, ever."
"Yeah," he told her. "Prove it."
With an almost cute shake of her head. Cathy leaned over his lap and took the top of his huge member in her mouth,
As Glendora watched, Concort leaned comfortably back on the couch and Cathy sucked the entirety of his flaccid member into her hot mouth. Again Glen remembered the sensation she had experienced when she had first felt the hard filling flesh in her own mouth. She was shocked and amazed that she was actually jealous, not of Concort, but of Cathy. She actually wanted to be in the office herself. She wanted to be doing what Cathy was doing-sucking and tasting the hardening flesh of the handsome, sardonic man who ran the school's board of directors!
Cathy was sucking greedily on the hardening flesh now as her hands played with the wet shaft of Concort's penis and with his scrotum.
He, in turn, was fondling her pert young breasts and mumbling inchoate sounds either to himself or to the girl.
Glen couldn't hear the words. She was only aware of the fact that Norton Concort was enjoying himself as perhaps he had never really enjoyed himself before. For years, she now knew, he had lusted for the tender, young, often virginal flesh of the girls at Northrup, but until Cathy Gyle had brought his sexual greeds into the open, he had suppressed himself completely.
She was envious of Cathy. Something in herself wanted to be in Cathy's place, not just to have the hard flesh in her mouth but to be bringing the man to the unique pleasure he had wanted for so long and had denied himself. What must Cathy feel? Glen wondered, to be that special person who might, in effect, be taking Concort's virginity.
Certainly the man had been hiding behind sexual shame, but now the barriers were down. Now he was being brought to levels of abandon of which he had only dreamt-and probably only in his subconscious mind.
Abruptly, as Glendora watched, Cathy pulled her mouth away from Concort's lap. Glen could see that the girl had already achieved what she had started to accomplish. Norton Concort's penis seemed to soar up from his lap like a great thick stalk of pink asparagus-a rocket about to soar to the very heavens or a towering flagpole of flesh about to wear the banner of all masculinity.
Glen could not tear her eyes from the beautifully rigid shaft. Why, she wondered, after all these years, was she so involved with a man's organ? Cathy was the one who should be sexually attractive to her, Glen kept saying to herself. Yet the truth was that Concort, not the girl, was the one she was staring at, and most particularly, it was Norton Concort's huge erect penis which fascinated her totally.
Despite her memorization by the masculine flesh, Glen was able to hear Cathy speak.
"You know something?" the girl was saying.
Concort was obviously annoyed by the fact that she was no longer ministering to his penis. "What?" he demanded.
"I haven't been laid ... I mean really laid for a long time."
"You," he stammered. "You want me to ... to fuck you?"
"Hell," she smiled, "I've already jerked you off. You let me hit the big 'O' by eating my snatch and I'm giving you a blow job now. What the fuck's so goddamned startling about a little old-fashioned ass?"
"It's not that-"
"Well," she demanded, "what the hell is it then?"
"Well-"
"Well, what?"
"You might-"
"Tell?"
"No. You might get-"
"Pregnant?"
He nodded.
"Oh shit!" She began to laugh.
"It's not funny!" he snapped. "I mean-"
"Listen." she announced. "Don't you know about The Pill?"
"You mean-"
"Oh for God's sake. You don't think I'd be over here doing this if it weren't safe? Jesus, honey," she said. "I won't get knocked up. You can do anything you want."
Concort seemed suddenly relieved. His penis still rock hard, he turned to her and placed both hands almost reverently on her upthrust breasts.
"God," he said, "you don't know what it's like. I mean, I always wanted to sink my cock into a tight little hairless twat and now-oh, God, Cathy-"
He pushed her back on the couch almost violently and threw himself between her eagerly spread legs.
Glendora watched with open mouth as Norton Concort grasped the hard length of his masculinity, placed the very tip of its rounded head against the already wet and spread flesh of the girl's vagina, and thrust with such force that he sank the entire length of his huge member into her.
"Oh, wow!" Cathy screamed.
Concort was moving rapidly in and out of the girl now. His muscular buttocks were rising and falling like a fast-moving machine.
"Oh yes!" Cathy was screaming. "Oh, God yes!"
Glendora could see the girl's fingers clawing into Concort's pulsating buttocks as her legs spread wide, and she lifted her feet above the couch to offer the administrator the maximum possible access to her sexual channel.
"Like that!" Cathy screamed. "Rub it! Like that. On the clit. Oh, there ... Jesus, there!"
Concort was grunting heavily as he continued to thrust and withdraw with more and more rapidity.
"Come on!" Cathy cried out. "Shoot it off in me! I'm coming, baby, I'm coming."
Glendora watched the girl arch and thrash her hips in response to Concort's impassioned thrusts.
The president of the school's board of directors seemed to have been wired for a high voltage shock which was now crashing through him. As Cathy screamed in abandoned pleasure, he shuddered with his own release which seemed to be shaking every well-toned muscle from his very head to the soles of his feet.
The two bodies shuddered in exquisite pleasure for several more seconds before they lay still on the couch.
Glendora heard Cathy say, "God, you don't know how good that was. I mean, hand jobs are one thing and a little head is always welcome, but I'll tell you there's nothing like good old-fashioned cock in there-and when you come off like that-Goddamn, I thought you'd shoot your jizz right through the top of my head. Boy, I really needed that. It's been a long time."
Concort lay on top of the girl breathing heavily, apparently still unable to speak.
Glendora stood for a moment more at the French door before turning and walking across the terrace back toward campus. She was completely unaware of the camera still in her hand. She was only aware of what she considered Cathy's betrayal and the girl's total and complete immorality.
"Disgusting," she kept muttering to herself as she walked. "Absolutely disgusting."
But she could not erase from her mind the image of Norton Concort's huge, hard penis. Nor could she help wondering just exactly what Cathy's young and eager body had experienced when the entire length of that wonderfully huge masculine shaft had plunged into her wet and receptive flesh.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
During the next two weeks, Glendora remained by herself as much as she possibly could. Her nerves were dangerously frayed, her emotions bitter and confused. She felt that, given the slightest provocation, she might actually snap into a world of hysterical insanity. For the first time since she had been at the academy, she had doubts about her own sexuality. She had simply accepted her lust for young girls as her own personal sexual norm. She had never questioned it. Indeed, she had fought as hard as she knew how in order to maintain the academy on an all-girl basis.
But she had failed. Perhaps she had also failed in her evaluation of her own desires. She could not deny that she had been terribly aroused by the sight of Norton Concort's erect penis, nor could she honestly deny that she had-at least at that moment-been more attracted to the man than to Cathy. So upset with her own sexual passion had she seen that she had totally forgotten to take the pictures with which she had hoped to blackmail Concort into voting for an all-girl student body.
As Glen waited in dread anticipation for the first boys to arrive on campus-they were coming as an experimental group simply attending on a daytime basis until the summer session started-she made a meticulous effort to avoid Cathy Gyle as well as any of the other girls with whom she had previously had sexual affairs.
Cathy had betrayed her utterly. The girl had obviously only let Glen use her body out of sheer desperation. She had a boyfriend in town and she also had Norton Concort. Glen thought of her as nothing more than a sexual whore-a girl who would do anything if only, after doing it, she could get what she really wanted. In Cathy's case that was obviously the attention of the man she knew in town.
As for the other girls she had shared her body with, Glendora simply played a game of hide-and-seek. As a member of the faculty, she had absolute town privileges unless she was on duty in the study hail near the library. She simply used them and returned to the campus after bed check, thus avoiding the awkwardness of young and sexually eager girls knocking on her apartment door during study hours.
In town, she attended both movies, then devoted her time to aimless wanderings and occasionally to bar-hopping. But when a man tried to buy her a drink and it became obvious that his real mission was simply to take her to bed, she ran out of the bar and never went to another one.
By the end of the second week, her life had become almost like that of a hunted criminal. She knew it couldn't continue. What she didn't realize was that it wouldn't have to.
With the arrival of the first boys on campus, the entire atmosphere of Northrup Academy changed. Glen was not aware of just exactly how much until the following Friday.
Because she knew that the board of directors was having an important meeting that evening and that, as a result, Norton Concort would not be home-also because her period of forced sexual abstinence had driven her almost to the limit of her ability to bear physical frustration-Glen decided to walk across the campus playing fields to the administrator's house and there renew her sexual acquaintance with Brigette.
The young woman had been eager and fiery when they had shared their passions in the motel in Carterville. It was probable that, as a result of her husband's deal with Catherine Gyle, Brigette had not had any sexual experience except perhaps for her personal contact with Willard since the memorable afternoon when the three of them had wallowed in Concort's living room.
When Glendora arrived at the large house, she was somewhat surprised to find the front door slightly ajar. It could have been simple neglect on Norton's part, she knew. He could have been in a hurry to get to the board meeting in the administrative building on the other side of campus and neglected to shut the door as he left. But Glendora knew such a possibility was unlikely. Norton Concort was a meticulous man. He was the kind of man who would make absolutely sure he closed his front door tightly when he left for the evening- and locked it as well.
Although she felt she was somehow guilty of trespassing, Glendora pushed the door inward. She suspected foul play. Someone could have broken into the administrator's house to rob him of his valuables, to meddle with any of the school records he kept there, Or-to Glen's mind the worst reason-to abuse and ravish his beautiful auburn haired young wife.
Glendora stood on the threshold of the house for a long moment. Her senses were keyed to any slight stimulation. She peered into the darkened hail before her. The only light was a faint glow from the living room which barely illuminated the darkness. She listened for any alien footfall and even sniffed as though she might detect the first fumes of a catastrophic fire.
Nothing.
Glen took a tentative step into the house, then another. She stopped at the foot of and just to the right of the wide staircase. Again she peered through the darkness, trying to make out the outline of any alien shadow. Again she listened for any clue of life.
Again, nothing.
Glendora was not quite sure exactly what compelled her to move as she did. Perhaps it was a sixth sense, perhaps just curiosity, but she was suddenly sure there was something not altogether as it should be about the house and that she should find it and make it right. Carefully, she explored the downstairs rooms. Norton Concort's office was empty; so were the kitchen, pantry and dining room. So too was the living room, although it alone was lit, apparently as an aid to the administrator when he returned from his board meeting.
Glendora returned to the hall where she again stopped at the foot of the wide staircase. A shiver either of fear or anticipation rippled through her, but she took a deep breath, and with slow yet determined footsteps, started to mount the stairs.
She was halfway to the top landing when she heard the moan. She stopped, sure that something horrible had been done to Brigette. Could Concort have tried to murder his wife before leaving for the meeting? she wondered. Could he be trying to use the meeting as an alibi-after having brutally beaten Brigette and left her for dead?
Glendora took another step up the stairs and again listened. This time she heard another moan. It was unmistakably that of a woman. Glen looked up to the second story hall. Except for a thin line of light coming from under one closed door, it was completely dark.
Perhaps, she thought, Concort hadn't really gone to the meeting. No. That was preposterous. She was sure that Brigette's badly beaten body was behind that door, and that she and she alone could get her the needed medical attention before it was too late to save her.
But, as she stood on the staircase, another possibility came to her mind. Suppose Norton Concort was innocent of wrongdoing. Suppose Brigette had remained home and a thief or prowler had forced his way into the house and was even now brutally assaulting the beautiful wife of the administrator?
Clutching her purse to use as a possible weapon if necessary, Glendora slowly climbed the last of the steps and inched her way down the hallway to the closed door. She placed her hand on the knob, and hoping to create shock and surprise, turned the knob and smashed the door open.
She was, if possible, more surprised than the three people in the room.
Glendora Adams stood on the threshold of Norton Concort's master bedroom and gasped in shock and amazement at what she saw before her.
Brigette Concort lay completely naked on the huge bed. With her there, also completely naked, were two of the boys who had been with the experimental group which had matriculated at Northrup the previous Monday. Neither one of them could have been a day over eighteen.
Glendora stared at the tableau, completely unable to speak. The two boys stared back at her, also shocked beyond ability to talk. It was obvious that one of them had been preparing to enter Brigette's vagina. His long slender erection indicated nothing so much as his complete sexual arousal and readiness to satiate that same arousal. The other, also fully erect, had been sucking on Brigette's long nipples when Glen threw the door open.
The silence hung heavily in the room for almost a full minute. No one moved. No one spoke. Indeed, it seemed as if no one even breathed until Brigette, with an annoyance that seemed almost-yet not quite-complete, demanded:
"Jesus Christ, Glen! Don't you even bother to knock?"
Glendora could feel involuntary nervous trembles rippling through her body. She gasped several times before gaining sufficient control to speak. Even then, she was hardly clear. "Wha-" she stammered. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell's it look like?" Brigette countered.
"But, your reputation-the school-what about-"
"Shit!" Brigette snapped. "I'm getting Lucked. I'm getting Lucked by some beautiful young cock so don't stop me now." She turned to the young man who still knelt between her widely spread thighs, his hard masculinity grasped firmly in one hand, his mouth still hanging open in surprise at Glen's sudden burst into the room. "Come on, Billy," Brigette said to him, "put it there, kid. Come on, sock it to me."
The boy glanced from Glendora to Brigette, then back again.
"She won't bite," Brigette said. "She's a dyke all the way. Come on will you for Chrissakes, fuck me."
Glendora watched spellbound as the boy obeyed the administrator's wife. He leaned forward, made contact with her spread labia and then slowly began to sink the long shaft of his young erect manhood into the scalding flesh of Brigette's hotly aroused vagina.
Brigette sighed in absolute contentment as the masculine flesh sank deeper and deeper into her body. She spread her legs wider and placed her hands behind the firm young buttocks of the boy within her. "Oh," she sighed. "Goddamn, that feels good. It may not be Willard, but by fucking George it's real live cock and I haven't felt any of that for so goddamn long I'd almost forgotten what it was like."
"Oh, my ..." Glendora gasped. "Oh, my goodness ... this is ... this is absolutely ... terrible ..."
The young man had penetrated Brigette to the complete length of his member now. He lay on top of her motionless for a moment as she held him there with the pressure of her palms on his back and buttocks. "Make it slow, Billy," Brigette cooed. "Real slow. That way I go crazy after a while. I'll be coming off all night long." She turned to where Glendora still stood open-mouthed in the doorway. "What the hell are you so unglued about?" she demanded.
"I ... I ... " She was unable to explain.
"Listen," Brigette said. "You bust in here like gangbusters. Breaking and entering I think they call it-"
"The door was open-"
"Then you act like you're some sort of fucking saint or something."
"Brigette ... I thought-"
"You thought with Norton off to a meeting, you could come over here for some girl-to-girl stuff, right?"
"I thought we-"
"Come on, Billy," Brigette said to the boy inside her. "Make it slow pulling out now. That's it. Real slow." She turned again to Glendora. "You thought I'd want you to eat my pussy when I can get real cock in there? You must be out of your cork. Look at me, for Chrissakes. There's not a woman alive-a normal woman that is-who wouldn't want what I'm getting right now. Look! I've got one guy fucking me and-" She pulled the head of the other boy down so that again he was in a position to lick her breast and nipple. "-another sucking on my titties. Besides that, Glendora-" She reached out to grasp the hard virile member of the young man who was now licking her right breast. "-I've got a handful of cock and I don't have to give any head if I don't want to."
"You're ... you're Glendora couldn't finish.
"I'm fucking happy," Brigette said.
"You're depraved!" Glen snapped. "You're a fucking pervert. That's what you are!"
Before her amazed eyes, she saw Brigette smile and groan in satisfaction as the young man inside her moved with almost impossible slowness deeply into and then gently out of Brigette's wet vaginal orifice. Meanwhile, the other boy continued to suck on her breast as she, in turn, played sensuously up and down on his rock-hard male shaft. The sight was almost more than Glendora could bear.
Brigette arched her hips gently to meet the slow thrust of the boy inside her. "That's it, Billy," she told him. "Grind it like that, slow. Right up high against my clit. Right on, Billy. Right on my fucking button." Again she turned her head to face Glendora. "You really missed the boat, kid," she said. "You know something about young cock? When they're this age they're not like Norton needing head all the time. These guys can get it hard any time. I mean any time. They can shoot off maybe six or ten times a night. You know what that means?"
"It means you're sick!" Glen snapped.
"Shit! You're just jealous. Look at that." She nodded to her right and the hard masculinity she clutched in her fist. "I'll bet if you were really honest with yourself you'd admit you'd like a handful of that yourself."
Glendora swallowed. She couldn't speak. She looked to where Brigette's hand was moving gently up and down the shaft of the boy who was sucking on her right breast. It was true! That was the starfling part. The administrator's wife was right. Glen did want to hold the boy's hard flesh in her hand. She did want to feel it and stroke it and bring it to full sexual completion. Her mind reeled, and still standing in the doorway of the room, she almost staggered. She remembered the time when she was still in high school and she had first felt the terrifying thrill of grasping a hard and eager penis. She had fled from heterosexual contact then. She had hidden herself under a tent of homosexual contacts. Not until she had felt Norton Concort's penis in her hand-had tasted the flesh in her mouth-had she even been slightly aware of the fact that she might be excited by men as well as women. Then two weeks before, when she had seen Norton and Cathy and had felt so jealous of Cathy, she had again tried to push the feeling out of her mind. She had kept insisting that she was a Lesbian and no more. That's why she had come to the Concort house this evening. She had hoped to reaffirm her belief in her own sexuality-had hoped once again to savor the soft young flesh of the administrator's wife.
Instead she had confronted Brigette in the midst of a sexual orgy, and the auburn-haired woman had baited her-baited her with what could be the truth! She did want to grasp the young man's member. She could no longer deny herself.
As one in a daze, Glendora took a step into the room, then another.
Brigette had her eyes closed now. She was slowly arching and dropping her hips in a physical complement to the rhythm of the young man moving up and down on top of her. The other boy was still sucking on her right breast, and her hand still clasped his hard penis as Glendora rounded the large bed, and still staring at the hand clasping the penis, sat down.
Brigette opened her eyes and turned her head. Her teeth were damped together against the pleasure she was feeling, but she managed to smile to Glen. "Go ahead ... " she gasped. "Grab it. He's cherry. Never been fucked and scared, but he likes being jerked off." She released the member, rolled her head back and sighed as she closed her eyes "Oh, Billy," she murmured, "just like that, Billy oh, you're fucking me so good ... so fucking good!'
For a long moment Glendora stared down at the boy's erect penis before the conflicting emotions within her tortured mind adjusted themselves and she accepted the thing she really wanted to do. With a slow and trembling hand, she reached out and grasped the boy's penis.
The smooth shaft of masculine flesh seemed -like a bar of hot iron when first she touched it. She clasped her fingers around it, letting the thrill of the boy's flesh flow through her like the warmth of an electric current. She savored the sensation for a long moment without moving in the slightest, then, as though compelled by a power outside herself, she began to stroke the flesh up and down with movements which became faster and faster, until she was pumping on the penis with an eagerness almost as great as the boy's desire to ejaculate.
He turned away from Brigette's wet breast and rolled on his back to look up to Glendora as her hand moved rapidly up and down the length of his firm flesh. His eyes met hers.
She smiled down at him. "Like it?" she asked.
He grunted.
"Tell me ... " Her hand never stopped moving. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good .." he managed. "Real ... real good."
She was shocked to hear herself saying, "Bet you never had a blow job."
"I ... never ... oh ... gosh ..."
Her hand pounded rapidly up and down. "What?" she asked, almost innocently.
"I ... I'm ... "
"Come on," she urged him. "Shoot it off ... shoot it all off.."
"Oh ... " he gasped. "Oh gosh-"
As her hand jerked down, the long jet of milk white fluid shot into the air almost as high as her face. It seemed to hang suspended for a moment before dropping to splatter over her hand, his stomach, and thighs, as she continued to pump his member, more easily now, yet letting the semen lubricate the friction of her palm on the flesh of his penis.
"Did you come off good?" she asked him.
"Yeah ..." he gasped. "Yeah ... real good ..."
Beside them they heard Brigette gasp. Glendora looked to the two bodies, saw that Billy was moving more rapidly now, and knew from her own experience that Brigette was about to orgasm. The young woman's mouth was slack, her eyes were closed, and she was drawing her fingers down Billy's back, then up again to pull his hair and clutch his body tightly to her own. Her legs were locked around his back now as, through clenched teeth, she gasped, "Now, Billy, Jesus! Now ... come on, fuck me ... noooooow!"
As Brigette thrashed and twisted in the throes of abandoned release, Glendora stared at her almost wistfully. She wondered exactly what the young woman was feeling-what it would be like to experience the sensation of a man's long, hard flesh buried deeply within herself, and then to have him ejaculate the hot liquid fire of his passion into her.
Something about the thought was terrifying. She was afraid if she stayed in the room she would become as depraved as Brigette. She was afraid she would want what Brigette had just experienced,, but she was sure that it would cause her agony and sorrow-might even rip her delicate flesh apart.
In a fear that was almost hysterical, she rose from the bed and left the room. She ran down the long stairs and dashed out of the house across the campus.
What, she wondered as she tried to run from the vague and nameless monster within her, was happening to her? Who was she and what did she really want?
CHAPTER TWELVE
That weekend, Glen left the campus and drove aimlessly over the countryside, trying to sort her thoughts and emotions and to understand who she really was and what she really wanted out of life. By the time she returned to her apartment on campus she was only sure of a few things.
First, she was not entirely homosexual. It was true that she loved the thrill of caressing and kissing eager young female flesh. It was true that she enjoyed the sensation of adventure and danger as she successfully seduced the young and often totally inexperienced girls under her care and introduced them to the pleasures of Sapphic abandon. But there was more to her libido than just an eagerness to couple with other females.
Certainly a great part of her sexuality-a suppressed part to be sure-was involved with men. She had been afraid of sex with men, it was true, but she could not deny that the experience she had had with Norton Concort while trying to get him to vote to keep the school on an all-girl basis was one she could never forget. Also it was one she could never quite describe, even to herself. She had actually enjoyed sucking on the administrator's penis. She had actually experienced a definite thrill in tasting his ejaculated semen.
Then, later, when she had been tasting the sweet love juices of Brigette's channel of passion and Norton had surprised her by slamming his hard member as far as he could into her colon, she had, it was true, experienced pain, but she had also thrilled to a strange new pleasure.
She had never before had a man's member inside her. Still she was, technically at any rate a virgin. Now she wanted to feel what Cathy had felt with Concort-what Brigette had felt with the boy named Billy. Yet she was still desperately afraid of what the consequences might be. The first experience, she knew, was often painful or unpleasant- she might become pregnant. Any number of unpleasant thoughts assailed her brain so that sleep that Sunday did not come easily, and Monday when she arose, she felt drained and exhausted.
As she stared at her naked body in her long mirror-as she ran her hands over her flesh-Glendora Adams realized that she would have to do something about her dilemma or go absolutely mad as a victim of conflicting passions.
That night she was scheduled for library duty, but Tuesday she determined again to ask blonde and beautiful Sissy Mason to her apartment for some of her own special brand of tutoring. She could not have known that such thoughts were considerations of the impossible, for that night she was to discover just how true her fears about coeducation really were.
Just before ten o'clock, Glen started to close the library for the evening. She was sure all the students had left. There were only a few books scattered on the tables along with occasional pencils or slips of scratch paper. As she walked the length of the room and back again, she was at first aware of a strange sensation nagging her about not being alone. Then, as she neared the far shelves, she became conscious of hushed voices talking in eager whispers.
At first she could neither make out the words nor identify the speakers, but as she tiptoed closer, she was sure that one speaker was Sissy Mason. The other was a male whose voice she was sure she had never heard before.
Glen stopped on one side of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and frowned as she heard Sissy say, "Oh. It's hard!"
"Go ahead," the boy said, "Jerk it."
"It won't hurt?"
"Hell no. It feels good."
"So does that," Sissy said.
"Yeah. You're all wet and hot to trot."
The girl moaned.
"Want to?" the boy asked.
"Here?"
"Sure."
"But, we're in the library."
"Hell," the boy said. "I know where we are. I want to get my joint in you."
"I've never done that before," Sissy said.
"You're cherry?"
"Well, not exactly."
"Half cherry?"
She giggled.
"Come on," the boy urged. "I'm about to resort to rape. You've got me so fucking hot."
"Yeah," the girl said. "Me too. You sure do have educated fingers."
"In a cunt like yours, it's pure instinct."
Glendora heard a rustle of clothing and a movement of bodies on the other side of the bookcase, then a soft low sigh.
"Oh my gosh!" Sissy said.
"Good, eh?"
"Oh ... Jack ... I never thought ... "
"You're good," he said. "Move like that ... just like that ..."
Glendora could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as she listened to the sighs and groans coming from the other side of the bookcase. She could not allow such a thing to happen in the library. The whole school, she thought, was going completely to ruin.
With rapid steps she strode around the end of the bookcase and walked down the other side. The couple thrashing in sexual abandon on the floor was obviously completely unaware of her presence.
Sissy Mason lay spread-legged on her back. Her uniform skirt was bunched around her waist and her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal her large young breasts. Over her, also naked from the waist down, his firm rounded buttocks rising and falling with sensuous rhythm, was a young man.
Both of them had their eyes closed. Both were moaning and grunting in abandoned pleasure as they strained their young bodies to achieve the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.
Glen watched in utter fascination. She knew her duty was to pull the young man out of Sissy's hot flesh and to admonish both of them for defiling the library and committing an immoral act, but the sheer beauty of it held her in an emotional vise.
She gritted her teeth and stared at the two bodies as Sissy moaned.
"Oh, Jack," the girl gasped. "Oh, Jack ... I'm ..."
"Me too, Sissy ... come on ... baby ... come off ..."
"Oh, Jack ... yes ... oh yes ... "
They both seemed to grunt at the same time. Their young bodies quivered together as they sighed and clawed at each other. Then as if suddenly drugged, they lay silent. They might have been dead until Glendora, finally forcing herself to some semblance of self-control, spoke.
"Well," she said. "What's the meaning of this?"
Sissy Mason opened her eyes and stared at the teacher in fear and amazement. Her mouth moved several times but no sound came out.
The boy seemed more casual about the situation. He rolled free of Sissy's body and reached for his underdrawers and trousers before he stood up.
"Meaning?" He frowned slightly as he stared at Glen with deep-set, very sensual dark eyes. "We're fucking, that's all."
"That's all!" Glen tried desperately to gain some semblance of control as she glanced from the handsome young man down to Sissy who was frantically trying to refit her bra over large, well-formed breasts and button her uniform blouse.
"Sure," the boy said.
"This is the library," Glen said. "We have rules on this campus."
"Against fucking?" He seemed genuinely amazed.
Glen stared at him. She could not help but run her eyes over his well-formed muscular torso down to his naked hips and exposed manhood. She resisted a sudden urge to fall on her knees, cup the entirety of his masculinity in both her hands, and suck the length of his penis into her mouth. She lifted her eyes and tried to sound harsh and commanding as she ordered him to put on his trousers.
"You, young lady," she said to Sissy, "are to report to Dean Lydecker right after breakfast tomorrow."
"But-"
"Don't argue with me. He'll know what to do with your pretty little butt."
"I'm not going," Sissy said.
"You're what?"
"You heard me," the girl said as she rose to her feet. "And you know why. If I go to Dean Lydecker just for passing out a little ass on the library floor, I sure as shit am not going to keep my mouth shut about some fancy tutoring sessions I've been to."
"You wouldn't!" Glen said.
"I sure as shit would," the girl said. "Think about that, Miss Adams, and if you still want me to shag ass over to Dean Lydecker's office, you just tell me so at breakfast." She lifted her chin high, and with a provocative and arrogant swish of her hips, brushed past Glendora toward the library door. Glen turned to look after the sensuous young girl, and saw to her amazement that, in her Tight hand, she was carrying a flimsy bit of cloth. She hadn't put her panties back on.
Her whole life seemed to be coming apart at the seams. There seemed no longer to be any discipline at the school.
She turned to the handsome dark-haired young man standing before her. He was just over six feet tall and built like an accomplished athlete. Something about his easy, unaffected manner disturbed her and the way his gypsy like eyes stared directly at her was unnerving, to say the least.
"What's your name?" Glendora demanded.
"Jack," He told her.
"I know that. Sissy screamed it enough. What's your last name?"
"Paris," he said. "Jack Paris."
"I assume you're one of the experimental boys here at Northrup."
"Right."
"And it's obvious that you consider the academy nothing more than a herd of young females available only to satisfy your depraved lusts."
"Not really," he said. "I mean, the education here is supposed to be the greatest, but look, she was hot to trot and so was I. What the hell's the matter with knocking off a little ass if nobody gets hurt?"
Glendora's mouth dropped open. "What's the-" She couldn't go on.
"Yeah," he said. "Tell me, what the hell's wrong with fucking? You act as if this were the end of the world. Sure, I'd rather be doing it in bed, but I'll tell you, I don't know if I could cope with all those horny girls in the dorm."
"Horny-"
"Sure," he said. "Locked up here in this god-damned Victorian anti-sex league. They're all dying to get some cock in them." He looked at her very steadily. "You know," be said very slowly, very pointedly, "I'll bet you are too."
"Young man, mind your manners!"
"Aren't you?" he insisted.
"No, I am not!"
"Bullshit!" he said. "I'll bet it's been months since you've been fucked, maybe even years. Hell, I'll bet you're just dying to get your gash plowed."
"Hold your tongue!" she snapped.
Suddenly, she saw him zip his fly down and reach within his trousers again to expose his masculine member. He stroked it back and forth a few times, and as she watched in shocked amazement, brought it again to rigid erection. She stared at it with her mouth open, unable to speak.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said. "Come on, be honest. That's what you really want, isn't it? That's what you'd really like to get a hold of. Aren't you tired of being a fucking prude? Why not try it? Come on. You'll like it."
She could no longer help herself. She reached Out, grasped his hard flesh in his right hand and felt the heat of his body and the rigidity of his muscles under her touch. Like a robot controlled by a strange foreign power, she dropped to her knees before the young man and fairly gobbled his masculinity into her hot and eager mouth.
"Yeah," she heard him say above her as he moved his hips back and forth. "That's great."
She could not control herself! She drew his hard member as deeply into her mouth as she could, ran her tongue completely around it, and then puffed her cheeks in and Out. She caressed his scrotum with one hand, kneading gently on his testicles as her other rubbed the length of the shaft she could not draw completely into her mouth. Above her, she, heard him sigh and knew that the thrill she was receiving by licking and sucking him was being passed on to him with even greater intensity.
"Good," she heard him gasp. "Real good."
He was ticking his hips back and forth with more rapid rhythm now. She knew he was about to ejaculate and she wanted to feel the hot spurt of his semen scalding on her tongue and throat. She reached behind him and placed her palms against his pulsating buttocks and with an almost feverish intensity she moved her mouth back and forth on his rigid penis.
"Yeah ... oh ... yeah ... " she heard him say.
Then the member in her mouth seemed to snap to an even harder state of erection. It quivered within the hot flesh of her mouth and then felt like it had exploded. The hot liquid of his release shot over her mouth and tongue, burned pleasantly down her throat, and seemed to flow throughout her entire body, caressing every nerve, cleansing every fiber of her body and soul. She sucked greedily, trying to draw every tiny drop of it into herself.
Still his hips ticked ,back and forth as she greedily pulled on his flesh, sucking harder and harder until a small semblance of sanity returned to her. Suddenly, she felt ridiculous. She was on her knees in the school's library and she had her mouth literally full of a young man's penis. For a moment she was totally unaware of how she had come to be there. It was as though she had somehow blacked out and had regained only a pan of her consciousness.
Embarrassed, ashamed of herself, and humiliated; she released his penis and staggered to her feet. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye.
"Well," he said as he rezipped his fly. "That wasn't all that bad, was it?"
She couldn't answer.
"You give real good head," he said. "I wonder if you fuck as well."
"No," she gasped. "Please, I-"
Gently he pulled her toward him, and with one hand under her thin lifted her face until her eyes could not avoid meeting his dark sensuous stare.
"Hey," he whispered. "We could really swing together, you know. Not like Sissy, but, for real."
"No!" she gasped as she pulled herself away from him. "No! I can't! I won't. I-"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she whirled away from him and dashed out of the library and across the darkened campus to her apartment.
There, she slammed the door behind her and dashed into the bedroom where she threw herself face down on her bed.
"Oh, no," she gasped aloud. "I won't do it! I can't do it!"
But even as she sobbed her protests, Glendora Adams knew that somehow-some way-her entire life had changed, and that Jack Paris, the young man she had caught fornicating in the library, was directly responsible for that change.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The following morning Glen did not order Sissy Mason to go to Dean Lydecker's office. She was barely able to discharge her teaching duties. She was in a shocked daze throughout the day, and by evening she was in no better state of mind. Because she believed herself unable to face her duties as dormitory mistress and also because she did not think she could bear the emotional strain if any of the girls she had seduced were to visit her apartment, Glen decided to stroll over the campus.
It was a beautiful spring evening. The academy was quiet because it was study period. Most of the girls were in their rooms going over their books and notes in preparation for the final examination period which would be starting in just a few more weeks. The experimental boys had all supposedly left and were doing their studying in their own homes.
Aimlessly, apparently without taking any direction, Glendora found herself strolling toward the playing fields in the general direction of Norton Concort's house. Some magnet seemed to be compelling her toward the administrator's house, but when she noticed the path she was following, she stopped abruptly.
She had no intention of being humiliated by the administrator again and certainly did not want to experience again the shock and disgust of being betrayed by Brigette. She stood without moving for a long moment. The school and trees were behind her, the playing fields before her. Beyond them, the administrator's house.
Again, doubts and confusions assailed her. Who was she? she wondered. What was life really about? She was thirty years old. Her youth was finished, but a great deal of life lay before her. The trouble was, she didn't really know what path to follow. She fought against the notion that men were actually attractive to her. She tried to dismiss and forget the memories of sexual excitement and abandon she nurtured as a result of her recent experiences with men.
Again, fear filled her. She remembered her first terrifying experience when she was in high school. She became conscious of the darkening shadows around her and the coming chill of spring evening. Suddenly, she felt a sense of foreboding. She was sure she was not alone. She could almost feel the pressure of hostile eyes on her. Like a frightened animal, she turned back toward the school and with a quickened pace walked toward the trees which separated her from the main campus.
She had only walked a few yards into the deepening shadows cast by the trees when she saw a male figure standing directly in front of her. Her mind reeled. Part of her wanted to flee in terror back to the playing fields, a more mature part whispered that she was behaving in a childish manner. She stopped.
The man approached.
In the twilight shadows, she could not recognize him for some time. He was almost to her before she realized that he was perhaps the one person she wanted most to avoid. He was the young man she had caught with Sissy Mason in the library-the arrogant, sensuous Jack Paris.
As he approached, she stood immobile and speechless. He frowned slightly as he stopped in front of her to let his dark eyes rove arrogantly over her body.
After a long moment in which she tried desperately to gain some of her self-control and calm the combined surges of fear and physical desire which were fighting their ways through her, she took a deep breath and tried-to make her voice sound authoritative and arrogant.
"Just exactly what are you doing out here?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "This time, I'm just walking," he said. "Don't tell me there's a rule against that too."
"You're supposed to be studying."
"I was," he said. "I'm coming from the library, through the woods to town."
She did not know how to answer him. She started to walk past him, but with a gesture of casual authority, he reached out and took her by the elbow.
"That was a real good blow job yesterday," he said.
"Please," she begged him. "Don't-"
"Don't what?" He sounded almost innocent.
"I'm not interested," she snapped. "I won't! Let me go!"
He turned her around forcibly yet with a certain sensuous gentleness. Their faces were mere inches apart now.
"You're lying to yourself," he told her. "It's in your eyes. It's all over you-in every gesture-every move. I've never seen anyone who wanted to get laid so bad."
"No ... I-"
Suddenly his lips were pressing on hen in hot demand. She struggled to push him away, but found that, despite the pressure of her hands on his chest, her lips were actually responding to his, opening to admit the probing length of his exploring tongue as it darted into her mouth, twined with her own, and filled her entire body with tingling desire.
She seemed to be swirling in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as he pushed her down to the soft grass.
"No-" she tried to say, but the pressure of his lips on hers-the response of her own to his-made it no more than a muffled grunt.
His hands seemed to be all over her now and hers seemed unable to push his muscular young body away. She felt the hot pressure of his palm on her bosom, then the pull of her clothing, and then the flesh of his palm on the very flesh of her hotly excited breast.
She could only sigh as his lips moved from hers to slide over her partly exposed body, then damp tightly to the hard nipple of her naked breast.
"No-" she heard herself whisper. "I can't do it-I don't want-"
The ripples of excitement his tongue shot through her were more intense, more demanding than any she had ever felt on her lips.
"No, Jack-" she kept saying again and again. He paid no attention.
She felt his eager fingers exploring up the length of the inside of her thighs. and knew that he was about to try to penetrate her most sacred and erotic spot. She tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent his entrance, but her muscles refused to respond. She felt her will weaken. Her legs spread wider and his fingers explored the already damp area of her love mound. They rubbed the silken cloth of her panties as his lips and tongue sucked and teased and excited her already hard nipple.
Then gently, yet with a firm demand, his fingers were under her panties-slipping through the moist silken tuft of dark pubic hair-exploring-searching-teasing-until they reached the already open hot channels of her love.
"We can't," she said. "Oh, Jack ... don't don't do this to me ... I can't-"
He was a deaf man, and blind to all but his single goal. He pulled her panties away from her hips. She felt the gentle prickle of moist grass on her now naked buttocks and knew her legs were cooperating with his hands even though her mind still tried to fight against what she knew was about to happen. She couldn't allow herself to submit to this. It was rape. She was being raped! Yet the sensations which soared and tingled and rocketed through her would not let her resist.
His hand was on her mans now, rubbing easily, teasing and stroking-driving her to a plateau of excitation she could not have even imagined on any day previous.
She felt a cold touch of evening air as his mouth left her breast, and a warm surge of delight as one of his exploring fingers slipped easily between the wet lips of her opened flesh to make an electric contact with the throbbing knob of her clitoris.
She opened her eyes in shock and amazed pleasure. She was staring directly into his dark, gypsy like eyes. He was smiling down at her as he moved his finger with slow and maddening gestures within her hot and eagerly excited flesh.
"Please-" she managed. "You mustn't. I never ..."
"You gave such good head, yesterday," he whispered. "I'm going to return the favor."
"You-"
"I'm going to eat your cooze," he said.
"No-Jack-please-"
He paid no attention as he moved his head slowly down the length of her body. He still continued to play inside her with his finger as his head advanced toward her sexual parts.
"Oh God!" she heard herself gasp as her hands-still refusing to obey the commands of her brain-reached out, and instead of pushing him away, drew his head tighter to her until his lips and tongue made their first hot surging contact with her labia.
"Oh, God!" she gasped again as she pulled him tightly to her already responding hips. "Yes ... oh, yes, lick my cunt!"
How, she wondered, could he know so much about a woman's body? He was hardly a man yet- just a beautiful youth. How-?
Her mind swirled. She didn't care. She only knew about one thing-the impossible pleasure surging through her body, being compounded by each move of his tongue and lips. It was a thrill she had never experienced before even in her Lesbian romps. She had no idea her sexual parts-her entire being-could be thrilled so much.
And suddenly the truth which she had tried to keep buried for so long, surged through her. She had lied to herself! She had been cheating herself! She actually wanted a man. She wanted this man inside her with all the hard pulsating flesh of his being.
"No, Jack," she gasped again as she pulled on his hair trying to remove his eager face from the crotch of her spread thighs. "Jack, don't ..."
He refused to stop his abandoned licking of her labia and sucking on her hotly engorged clitoris.
"I want you," she sighed. "I want your cock in me, not your tongue!"
It took several seconds before the truth of what she was saying seemed to penetrate his impassioned brain. But finally, he lifted his head from her groin and looked up at her.
"You're joking," he said. "Sissy tells me you're a dyke!"
"I never knew-"
"Come on," he said. "Don't tell me that. If you're a Lez you've had your snatch eaten before."
"Not like that," she gasped. "Honest."
"And you're a virgin?"
"Please, Jack. It's the truth. I've never had a man's prick in there before. I never wanted it. Honest. Not until you."
"No shit!"
"Please, Jack-" She reached up, and placing her hands on the side of his head with the fingers lacing together behind his neck, she pulled him toward her. "Please be gentle with me-but please-fuck me, Jack-please."
His lips moved closer to her own. They touched as she felt him pulling on his clothing. They were still kissing when she felt him position his hard young body between her spread legs. She reached down for the turgid shaft of his manhood and grasped it.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "You're like a rock."
He grunted.
"And so big!" Another wave of terror swept through her. She could never accommodate a masculine organ that huge! He would rupture her insides, break her vital organs-perhaps even kill her. She tried to squirm away but the pressure of his back and the demand of his muscular body were too much for her. She felt him getting closer. Her fingers gripped his hard flesh almost compulsively. She could not get away. She was going to die and she knew there was no way out.
She felt the first hard insistence of his hot flesh against her wet outer lips. It was amazing! The sensation of flesh against flesh ripped through her like a thousand volts of erotic electricity. Her fingers relaxed. She was powerless beneath him. His shaft was sinking into her wet flesh.
He filled her inch by slow inch and continued to slide deeper and deeper into her willing flesh. She waited tensely for the pain-the agony-the terrible rupture she felt sure was about to occur any second-yet all she could feel was the wonderful glory of his flesh sinking deeper and deeper into her without pain-indeed with a total pleasure. She lay back on the grass, legs spread wide, her sexual parts and her soul itself opened wide to his penetration.
It never seemed to stop, he was still sliding into her and yet there was still no pain. Indeed not until after she was totally, completely filled by his flesh, his hips pressed tight to her own, did she realize the supreme beauty of what she had been missing all her adult years.
"I-" she managed to gasp. "I never knew-"
They were lying completely motionless now. His hard flesh plunged deeply into her body-her hips arched tightly against his, savoring the initial fulfillment of their union.
"Good, eh?" he said.
"Oh, Jack. You feel-you feel so ..."
"Told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"
"Yes ... but ... "
"And we haven't even started fucking yet!"
She started to speak, but was arrested by the sliding pressure of his hard organ. Slowly, he moved away from her and then drove the length of his shaft back into her hot flesh.
She tried to tell him in words of the sweet ecstasy she was experiencing, but she could not respond to the pleasure she was receiving with her voice-only with her own body. Her hips arched to meet his and swiveled to compound the pleasure she was feeling. She thrust with him, responding and rolling and churning her own body to meet his thrusts.
"Yeah," she heard him say. "Yeah ... like that. Fuck like that!"
She clawed her long fingers into his madly thrashing buttocks now, pulling him to her and letting him pull away. She felt his scrotum slapping against her and reached down with her right hand to squeeze and stroke it.
"You do that ... " he gasped, "and I'll shoot off ... "
"Oh yes ... " She was almost blind with passion now. "Yes ... " she gasped again. "Do it ... shoot off in me. I want to feel your hot juice!"
She kneaded and squeezed his scrotum, feeling the two gentle rocks of his testicles-feeling his thrusts become more impassioned within her eager flesh and his flesh become, if possible, even harder, even more demanding.
Then, from deep within herself, her body seemed to implode and explode at once. There was no warning. She felt the hard pulsating thrusts of his member In her vagina, the almost molten hot surge of his ejaculation searing through her as her own being seemed to be ripped apart into a million pulsating nerve endings, each experiencing the greatest of pleasures possible.
He grunted spasmodically as he continued to thrust into her. It seemed that the jet of his semen would never stop. It felt like he was filling her with the hot juices of his passion to the point where she would literally float away on his ejaculation.
They thrust and writhed and twisted that way, grunting and turning and savoring each other's flesh, until, exhausted, they lay back on the grass.
Glendora could not control her breathing. An impossible thing had happened to her. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She felt guilty about being totally, absolutely satisfied at the same time that she wanted to do the same thing-experience the same thing again right away. She wanted his lips on her tingling, throbbing vagina again. She wanted his hard flesh plowing into her again, thrilling her, lifting her to the very heavens themselves.
How long she lay there, she could not be sure. But when she opened her eyes it was already dark. She was Sprawled on the grass, her skirt pulled above her, exposed groin, her panties still off and her chest bare. For a moment, she felt that he had deserted her. Almost in panic, she turned to her right. She expelled a sigh of relief to see him lying there beside her.
He smiled. "You liked that, didn't you?"
"You'll never know how much." She reached out and touched his hand with her own.
"You're much better than Sissy, you know."
She felt like a teen-age girl who had just experienced her first introduction to any kind of sexual contact. "I am?"
"Yeah." He was still smiling. "You know something?"
"What?"
"I guess it's instinct or something."
"What?"
"Being able to fuck like that-to suck cock the way you did in the library."
Suddenly, impulsively, she knew she didn't want to let him go. She had to be with him no matter what the cost, no matter what the risk.
Her hand squeezed his. "Jack ... " She was almost begging.
"What?"
"I've got to have you again."
"Now?"
"Now, tonight. Tomorrow. Any time."
"I'm a very horny guy," he said. "I've never met one girl who could do the whole job."
"Try me," she whispered. "If we don't get caught, we can fuck three or four times a day. After all there are only a couple more weeks to the end of the semester. You're on the special program anyway, just a brush-up course."
"What the hell." He rose to his feet and knelt beside her. "I'm not about to give up the sweetest piece of ass I've ever had. Sure I'll go with you."
"Okay," she smiled. "But first I want a little dessert!" She reached out as she had done in the library the night before and grasped his masculine member. She moved toward it holding it in her hand. "You're soft," she challenged. "I thought you said you were horny."
"Try me," he said.
She smiled up to him. "Beware a woman making up for lost time. I've got ten or twelve years of fucking and cocksucking to make up for."
"Be my guest," he insisted.
Glendora leaned forward and licked the flaccid end of his young member. She savored the joy of it for a moment before sucking the soft shaft into her mouth. As she felt the thrill of pleasure that became hers as his flesh began to harden in her mouth, she realized that after her inner trials and doubts over the last few days, she had at last found what she had been seeking for so very long. It was not young girls and Lesbian liaisons. She had moved down the wrong path.
This was what she really wanted out of her sexual life. She wanted hard young male flesh. She wanted Jack Paris, but she knew that no relation. ship was permanent. Jack was a symbol. As she sucked on his now hard flesh, she was smiling to herself. Jack would be wonderful with her for awhile, but she knew without remorse that there would be other young men and more eager male flesh to make contact with her impassioned, eager body.
Yes, she thought to herself as she fondled his scrotum and heard him sigh in pleasure above her, there will be more ...
