Ursala Updike - Students At Play

Instead she had confronted Brigette in the midst of a sexual orgy, and the auburn-haired woman had baited her-baited her with what could be the truth! She did want to grasp the young man's member. She could no longer deny herself.

As one in a daze, Glendora took a step into the room, then another.

Brigette had her eyes closed now. She was slowly arching and dropping her hips in a physical complement to the rhythm of the young man moving up and down on top of her. The other boy was still sucking on her right breast, and her hand still clasped his hard penis as Glendora rounded the large bed, and still staring at the hand clasping the penis, sat down.

Brigette opened her eyes and turned her head. Her teeth were damped together against the pleasure she was feeling, but she managed to smile to Glen. "Go ahead… " she gasped. "Grab it. He's cherry. Never been fucked and scared, but he likes being jerked off." She released the member, rolled her head back and sighed as she closed her eyes "Oh, Billy," she murmured, "just like that, Billy oh, you're fucking me so good… so fucking good!'

For a long moment Glendora stared down at the boy's erect penis before the conflicting emotions within her tortured mind adjusted themselves and she accepted the thing she really wanted to do. With a slow and trembling hand, she reached out and grasped the boy's penis.

The smooth shaft of masculine flesh seemed -like a bar of hot iron when first she touched it. She clasped her fingers around it, letting the thrill of the boy's flesh flow through her like the warmth of an electric current. She savored the sensation for a long moment without moving in the slightest, then, as though compelled by a power outside herself, she began to stroke the flesh up and down with movements which became faster and faster, until she was pumping on the penis with an eagerness almost as great as the boy's desire to ejaculate.

He turned away from Brigette's wet breast and rolled on his back to look up to Glendora as her hand moved rapidly up and down the length of his firm flesh. His eyes met hers.

She smiled down at him. "Like it?" she asked.

He grunted.

"Tell me… " Her hand never stopped moving. "Tell me how it feels."

"Good.." he managed. "Real… real good."

She was shocked to hear herself saying, "Bet you never had a blow job."

"I… never… oh… gosh…"

Her hand pounded rapidly up and down. "What?" she asked, almost innocently.

"I… I'm… "

"Come on," she urged him. "Shoot it off… shoot it all off.."

"Oh… " he gasped. "Oh gosh-"

As her hand jerked down, the long jet of milk white fluid shot into the air almost as high as her face. It seemed to hang suspended for a moment before dropping to splatter over her hand, his stomach, and thighs, as she continued to pump his member, more easily now, yet letting the semen lubricate the friction of her palm on the flesh of his penis.

"Did you come off good?" she asked him.

"Yeah…" he gasped. "Yeah… real good…"

Beside them they heard Brigette gasp. Glendora looked to the two bodies, saw that Billy was moving more rapidly now, and knew from her own experience that Brigette was about to orgasm. The young woman's mouth was slack, her eyes were closed, and she was drawing her fingers down Billy's back, then up again to pull his hair and clutch his body tightly to her own. Her legs were locked around his back now as, through clenched teeth, she gasped, "Now, Billy, Jesus! Now… come on, fuck me… noooooow!"

As Brigette thrashed and twisted in the throes of abandoned release, Glendora stared at her almost wistfully. She wondered exactly what the young woman was feeling-what it would be like to experience the sensation of a man's long, hard flesh buried deeply within herself, and then to have him ejaculate the hot liquid fire of his passion into her.

Something about the thought was terrifying. She was afraid if she stayed in the room she would become as depraved as Brigette. She was afraid she would want what Brigette had just experienced,, but she was sure that it would cause her agony and sorrow-might even rip her delicate flesh apart.

In a fear that was almost hysterical, she rose from the bed and left the room. She ran down the long stairs and dashed out of the house across the campus.

What, she wondered as she tried to run from the vague and nameless monster within her, was happening to her? Who was she and what did she really want?

That weekend, Glen left the campus and drove aimlessly over the countryside, trying to sort her thoughts and emotions and to understand who she really was and what she really wanted out of life. By the time she returned to her apartment on campus she was only sure of a few things.

First, she was not entirely homosexual. It was true that she loved the thrill of caressing and kissing eager young female flesh. It was true that she enjoyed the sensation of adventure and danger as she successfully seduced the young and often totally inexperienced girls under her care and introduced them to the pleasures of Sapphic abandon. But there was more to her libido than just an eagerness to couple with other females.

Certainly a great part of her sexuality-a suppressed part to be sure-was involved with men. She had been afraid of sex with men, it was true, but she could not deny that the experience she had had with Norton Concort while trying to get him to vote to keep the school on an all-girl basis was one she could never forget. Also it was one she could never quite describe, even to herself. She had actually enjoyed sucking on the administrator's penis. She had actually experienced a definite thrill in tasting his ejaculated semen.

Then, later, when she had been tasting the sweet love juices of Brigette's channel of passion and Norton had surprised her by slamming his hard member as far as he could into her colon, she had, it was true, experienced pain, but she had also thrilled to a strange new pleasure.

She had never before had a man's member inside her. Still she was, technically at any rate a virgin. Now she wanted to feel what Cathy had felt with Concort-what Brigette had felt with the boy named Billy. Yet she was still desperately afraid of what the consequences might be. The first experience, she knew, was often painful or unpleasant- she might become pregnant. Any number of unpleasant thoughts assailed her brain so that sleep that Sunday did not come easily, and Monday when she arose, she felt drained and exhausted.

As she stared at her naked body in her long mirror-as she ran her hands over her flesh-Glendora Adams realized that she would have to do something about her dilemma or go absolutely mad as a victim of conflicting passions.

That night she was scheduled for library duty, but Tuesday she determined again to ask blonde and beautiful Sissy Mason to her apartment for some of her own special brand of tutoring. She could not have known that such thoughts were considerations of the impossible, for that night she was to discover just how true her fears about coeducation really were.

Just before ten o'clock, Glen started to close the library for the evening. She was sure all the students had left. There were only a few books scattered on the tables along with occasional pencils or slips of scratch paper. As she walked the length of the room and back again, she was at first aware of a strange sensation nagging her about not being alone. Then, as she neared the far shelves, she became conscious of hushed voices talking in eager whispers.

At first she could neither make out the words nor identify the speakers, but as she tiptoed closer, she was sure that one speaker was Sissy Mason. The other was a male whose voice she was sure she had never heard before.

Glen stopped on one side of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and frowned as she heard Sissy say, "Oh. It's hard!"