Ursala Updike - Students At Play

"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!"

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.

"Oh, yes!" Cathy cried out again. "Goddamn it!" Then: "Do it, honey… I'm coming… I'm coming off… I'm… "

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."