Ursala Updike - Students At Play

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.