Ursala Updike - Students At Play

"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.

"Oh… oh… yes… YEEEES… " the girl screamed.

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.

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.