Ursala Updike - Students At Play

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.