Ursala Updike - Students At Play

"Go ahead," the boy said, "Jerk it."

"It won't hurt?"

"Hell no. It feels good."

"So does that," Sissy said.

"Yeah. You're all wet and hot to trot."

The girl moaned.

"Want to?" the boy asked.

"Here?"

"Sure."

"But, we're in the library."

"Hell," the boy said. "I know where we are. I want to get my joint in you."

"I've never done that before," Sissy said.

"You're cherry?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Half cherry?"

She giggled.

"Come on," the boy urged. "I'm about to resort to rape. You've got me so fucking hot."

"Yeah," the girl said. "Me too. You sure do have educated fingers."

"In a cunt like yours, it's pure instinct."

Glendora heard a rustle of clothing and a movement of bodies on the other side of the bookcase, then a soft low sigh.

"Oh my gosh!" Sissy said.

"Good, eh?"

"Oh… Jack… I never thought… "

"You're good," he said. "Move like that… just like that…"

Glendora could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as she listened to the sighs and groans coming from the other side of the bookcase. She could not allow such a thing to happen in the library. The whole school, she thought, was going completely to ruin.

With rapid steps she strode around the end of the bookcase and walked down the other side. The couple thrashing in sexual abandon on the floor was obviously completely unaware of her presence.

Sissy Mason lay spread-legged on her back. Her uniform skirt was bunched around her waist and her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal her large young breasts. Over her, also naked from the waist down, his firm rounded buttocks rising and falling with sensuous rhythm, was a young man.

Both of them had their eyes closed. Both were moaning and grunting in abandoned pleasure as they strained their young bodies to achieve the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.

Glen watched in utter fascination. She knew her duty was to pull the young man out of Sissy's hot flesh and to admonish both of them for defiling the library and committing an immoral act, but the sheer beauty of it held her in an emotional vise.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the two bodies as Sissy moaned.

"Oh, Jack," the girl gasped. "Oh, Jack… I'm…"

"Me too, Sissy… come on… baby… come off…"

"Oh, Jack… yes… oh yes… "

They both seemed to grunt at the same time. Their young bodies quivered together as they sighed and clawed at each other. Then as if suddenly drugged, they lay silent. They might have been dead until Glendora, finally forcing herself to some semblance of self-control, spoke.

"Well," she said. "What's the meaning of this?"

Sissy Mason opened her eyes and stared at the teacher in fear and amazement. Her mouth moved several times but no sound came out.

The boy seemed more casual about the situation. He rolled free of Sissy's body and reached for his underdrawers and trousers before he stood up.

"Meaning?" He frowned slightly as he stared at Glen with deep-set, very sensual dark eyes. "We're fucking, that's all."

"That's all!" Glen tried desperately to gain some semblance of control as she glanced from the handsome young man down to Sissy who was frantically trying to refit her bra over large, well-formed breasts and button her uniform blouse.

"Sure," the boy said.

"This is the library," Glen said. "We have rules on this campus."

"Against fucking?" He seemed genuinely amazed.

Glen stared at him. She could not help but run her eyes over his well-formed muscular torso down to his naked hips and exposed manhood. She resisted a sudden urge to fall on her knees, cup the entirety of his masculinity in both her hands, and suck the length of his penis into her mouth. She lifted her eyes and tried to sound harsh and commanding as she ordered him to put on his trousers.

"You, young lady," she said to Sissy, "are to report to Dean Lydecker right after breakfast tomorrow."

"But-"

"Don't argue with me. He'll know what to do with your pretty little butt."

"I'm not going," Sissy said.

"You're what?"

"You heard me," the girl said as she rose to her feet. "And you know why. If I go to Dean Lydecker just for passing out a little ass on the library floor, I sure as shit am not going to keep my mouth shut about some fancy tutoring sessions I've been to."

"You wouldn't!" Glen said.

"I sure as shit would," the girl said. "Think about that, Miss Adams, and if you still want me to shag ass over to Dean Lydecker's office, you just tell me so at breakfast." She lifted her chin high, and with a provocative and arrogant swish of her hips, brushed past Glendora toward the library door. Glen turned to look after the sensuous young girl, and saw to her amazement that, in her Tight hand, she was carrying a flimsy bit of cloth. She hadn't put her panties back on.

Her whole life seemed to be coming apart at the seams. There seemed no longer to be any discipline at the school.

She turned to the handsome dark-haired young man standing before her. He was just over six feet tall and built like an accomplished athlete. Something about his easy, unaffected manner disturbed her and the way his gypsy like eyes stared directly at her was unnerving, to say the least.

"What's your name?" Glendora demanded.

"Jack," He told her.

"I know that. Sissy screamed it enough. What's your last name?"

"Paris," he said. "Jack Paris."

"I assume you're one of the experimental boys here at Northrup."

"Right."

"And it's obvious that you consider the academy nothing more than a herd of young females available only to satisfy your depraved lusts."

"Not really," he said. "I mean, the education here is supposed to be the greatest, but look, she was hot to trot and so was I. What the hell's the matter with knocking off a little ass if nobody gets hurt?"

Glendora's mouth dropped open. "What's the-" She couldn't go on.

"Yeah," he said. "Tell me, what the hell's wrong with fucking? You act as if this were the end of the world. Sure, I'd rather be doing it in bed, but I'll tell you, I don't know if I could cope with all those horny girls in the dorm."

"Horny-"

"Sure," he said. "Locked up here in this god-damned Victorian anti-sex league. They're all dying to get some cock in them." He looked at her very steadily. "You know," be said very slowly, very pointedly, "I'll bet you are too."

"Young man, mind your manners!"

"Aren't you?" he insisted.

"No, I am not!"

"Bullshit!" he said. "I'll bet it's been months since you've been fucked, maybe even years. Hell, I'll bet you're just dying to get your gash plowed."

"Hold your tongue!" she snapped.

Suddenly, she saw him zip his fly down and reach within his trousers again to expose his masculine member. He stroked it back and forth a few times, and as she watched in shocked amazement, brought it again to rigid erection. She stared at it with her mouth open, unable to speak.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said. "Come on, be honest. That's what you really want, isn't it? That's what you'd really like to get a hold of. Aren't you tired of being a fucking prude? Why not try it? Come on. You'll like it."

She could no longer help herself. She reached Out, grasped his hard flesh in his right hand and felt the heat of his body and the rigidity of his muscles under her touch. Like a robot controlled by a strange foreign power, she dropped to her knees before the young man and fairly gobbled his masculinity into her hot and eager mouth.

"Yeah," she heard him say above her as he moved his hips back and forth. "That's great."

She could not control herself! She drew his hard member as deeply into her mouth as she could, ran her tongue completely around it, and then puffed her cheeks in and Out. She caressed his scrotum with one hand, kneading gently on his testicles as her other rubbed the length of the shaft she could not draw completely into her mouth. Above her, she, heard him sigh and knew that the thrill she was receiving by licking and sucking him was being passed on to him with even greater intensity.