Ursala Updike - Students At Play

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."