When Glendora brought Cathy Gyle to Norton Concort's house the following weekend, there were two definite reasons behind the move. Most obvious, of course. was the fact that Norton enjoyed oral ministrations to his penis and Glen knew Cathy would probably be willing to engage iii almost any sexual act with almost anyone.
But, more important than that was Glendora's hope that somehow, through the girl, she might be able to blackmail Concort into doing what she wanted-namely keeping the school an all-girl academy and preventing it from becoming coeducational.
Although Glen explained the first part of her plan to the young girl, she intentionally neglected to mention the fact that she was planning to use Cathy as an instrument to achieve her own long term goal as well as one to satisfy the somewhat one-sided desires of the school's administrator.
She was not surprised when Norton himself answered the door. He looked from Glendora to the blue-eyed girl, then back again.
"Who's this?" he demanded.
Cathy lowered her lashes in a successful attempt to appear naive and innocent.
Glendora answered for her. "She's Catherine Gyle," Glen said. "I think you and she will really like each other."
"Oh?" Norton lifted his dark eyebrows.
"Oh yes," Glendora said.
Norton stared hard at the history teacher for a long moment Finally he said, "I should think by this time, Miss Adams, you'd be well aware of my attitude toward the girls at Northrup and my policy toward them."
"Of course," she agreed. "I just thought Cathy might be that one exception which is sometimes so very important. May we come in-I mean just for a moment?"
Appearing somewhat reluctant, Norton Concort stepped back so that Glendora and Cathy could walk into the long hall of the administrator's house. As they did so, Glen noticed that Norton glanced-briefly, to be sure, but still with unmistakable lust-at the firm jut of the young girl's breasts under her white uniform blouse.
Concort ushered them down the long hail to the formal grandeur of his office. There he sat behind his desk and looked hard at Glendora Adams and her protйgй. He was obviously trying to maintain as much of his image of cold aloofness as possible.
The room was absolutely still for almost a full minute before Concort demanded, "Well?"
Glendora smiled. On her slender serious face the slight movement was almost-yet not quite- smug. Finally, she sighed and said, "Norton, stop playing games, will you? You know why I brought Cathy over here."
"No," he snapped a little too hastily-a little too positively. "No, I certainly do not!"
"Well, then, I suppose I'll have to be brutally frank," Glendora said. "You've got this little hangup-"
"Now just a minute, Miss Adams. I certainly-"
"Don't try to tell me you don't, Norton. Let's just call it fellatio-"
"Miss Adams!"
"What's fellatio?" Cathy asked. It was the first time she had spoken since entering the house.
"Sucking cock," Glendora told her.
"Oh," the girl said.
"Oh yes, dear," Glen went on. "ML Concort here really likes his joint done, don't you, Norton?"
"This is preposterous, Miss Adams. Absolutely preposterous! You can't just collect one of the girls, bring her over here and talk like this. Why, she's just a child. She's obviously a junior schooler. She can't be a day over eleven."
"I'm fifteen," Cathy told him indignantly. "I'll be sixteen next month. Besides," she looked significantly at Norton Concort, "what difference does that make as long as you get your nuts off?"
"This is preposterous!" Concort rose from his seat and stood behind his huge desk looking at Glendora and the young girl. "This is absolutely outrageous."
"What's outrageous about it?" Glendora asked calmly. "You like head jobs and Brigette isn't all that hot about going down on you unless you force her. Cathy here could use a few extra privileges. It's as simple as that. You get your jollies and she gets her privileges."
"Privileges?" he mused. "What privileges?"
"First of all," Cathy announced. "I want to make sure that asshole, Dean Lydecker, doesn't get near me again."
Concort frowned. "Look here, young lady, I can't just-"
"You don't have to fire him or anything drastic," Cathy said. "It's just that he's got this thing about little girls' asses. Oh, he never fucks any of us or even plays with our titties. It would be nicer if he did. He's just hung up on all this discipline shit and I'm sick of it. I just want it clear that he can't smack me anymore."
"And in return for this-" Concort didn't seem able to finish.
"She just told you," Cathy said. "I'll suck your dick off."
Concort looked steadily at the young girl for a long moment before glancing to Glendora. "All right," he said. "All right." In one swift gesture he pulled the zipper on his fly down and started to cross around the desk.
"Hey, wait a minute," Cathy said. "Jesus, you're like a fucking house on fire. Don't you want to lie down on the couch over there? Don't you want to feel my titties while I do you?"
Concort stopped in front of the desk. His fly was open and he had already reached inside his trousers to grasp his penis. The plan was working even better than Glendora had expected. Cathy was doing more than she had even hoped for. Now, by offering to strip out of her own clothes, she had given Glendora exactly the time she would need to implement her plan.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Cathy said. "I mean head's great and all, but I know you'd like to feel me up. I mean how long's it been since you had your hands on a girl as young as me? How long has it been since you felt titties as young as mine?"
Concort seemed like a man stunned. His mouth dropped open as Cathy took a step forward.
The young girl swiftly unbuttoned her uniform blouse, reached behind her, and in one deft gesture unsnapped her brassiere: Then she removed both the blouse and the undergarment so that she was standing in front of the administrator stripped to the waist.
Concort gasped as he stared at the two firm young half globes of flesh just before him.
"Come on," Cathy urged. "Don't be chicken. Here-" She reached Out to grasp his trembling left hand and lifted it to cup her right breast. "See?" she said.
Glendora cleared her throat. "Well," she hesitated. "I'd better be getting back to campus. You two have-well, have a good time."
"Nice," Concort sighed. "Nice titty."
"Let me feel it." Cathy reached toward Concort's groin. "Let me grab your pecker. You like getting jerked off?"
"Titty," he said again.
"That way you can get your rocks off twice, you know. I mean, even an old guy like you can shoot off twice."
She had her hand inside his fly now and obviously had a hold on his member, for she seemed to be pulling him across the room toward the big leather couch opposite his desk.
Sure that Norton Concort was totally oblivious to her presence and that Cathy would do an absolutely superb job to avoid any more beatings at the hand of Dean Lydecker, Glendora tiptoed across the room, opened the door, and slipped into the hail. As rapidly and silently as she could, she scurried down the long hall, opened the main door of the house, and skipped down the front steps.
She did not, however, return to her quarters on campus on the other side of the playing fields. Instead, she reached into her purse, took out the camera she had brought, and walked around the large house to the rear terrace. There, she inched dose to the French doors which led to the study, and with camera at the ready, stared inside.
What she saw both shocked and excited her. Later she would even come to believe that her visual experiences of that day were really what changed her life.
Cathy was completely naked. In the time it had taken Glendora to run down the inner hail and then retrace her path on the outside of the house, the young girl had slipped out of her uniform skirt and flimsy panties which she had folded neatly and placed on one corner of Norton Concort's desk. She was leaning against the desk with her back to the French doors. Glendora could not see the girl's face, but beyond her she could see Concort.
He was sitting on the couch staring like a drunkard at the naked girl as his clumsy fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons and then his shoes.
Through the glass Glendora could hear the soft putt of Cathy's voice. "I'll bet you've just been dreaming about something like this ever since you came here. It's just natural, you know. I don't suppose a normal man could stop it if he wanted to. All us young girls here all the time-it's true, isn't it?"
He grunted as he pulled one shoe off.
"Must be hell thinking of plowing into all that sweet young gash and not being able to do it cause you're afraid someone might talk."
He seemed to have been slapped back to reality. He stopped his movements with his other shoe, frowned, and looked hard at the girl.
"Oh, I wouldn't tell. Believe me," she said. "After all, I'm getting mine, too, you know. After all, you've never been whipped by that asshole Lydecker. It's not something I'd like to do twice." She giggled. "I mean it's not like sucking off a big dick like yours. I'd like to do that a couple of times."
As Glendora peered intently through the glass of the French doors, she saw Norton Concort strip out of the last bit of clothing he had been wearing-his underdrawers. Healthy, well muscled, and handsome in a stern, Mephistophelean way, he stood up and started toward the young girl.
Whether Cathy wanted to prolong her time with the administrator or whether she simply intended to tease the older man into a state of hopelessly dependent arousal was not dear. What Glendora saw, however, puzzled her, for the girl moved away from the desk, and as Concort advanced on her, began slowly to circle the room.
In the movement, Cathy exposed more and more of her beautiful naked body to Glendora's view. It was a sight which, despite her efforts to remain calmly dispassionate, thrilled and excited the teacher. As Cathy circled the room with Concort, his masculinity already rigidly erect and like a magnet pointing up and directly toward the young girl, Glendora let her eyes roll over the swelling flesh of breast, abdomen, and hip.
Then suddenly her eye movement stopped. Her mouth dropped open and she almost dropped the camera she was holding in both hands.
Cathy had no pubic hair!
"That little bitch!" Glendora whispered. "That conniving little twat!"
Obviously aware through some sort of sixth sense of Norton Concort's true sexual desires, which the administrator had suppressed even from himself, Cathy had prepared herself for her meeting with the man by shaving her pubic hair so as to appear even younger than she naturally did. Although the girl was but a month away from her sixteenth birthday, she looked no more than eleven or twelve years old as she moved across the room. Her small breasts were high and seemed pubescent. Her hips were slender, and with a soft mound of her sexual area smooth and rounded without any covering of gossamer hair, she represented everything Norton Concort had pushed from his conscious thoughts for so many years.
As she looked through the window, Glendora realized that where she had been unable to control her lusts in the years she had been at Northrup, Concort, who also wanted to savor the young adolescent flesh of the girls there, had been successful-at least until now-in suppressing his desires.
Now, however, the athletic administrator was obviously unable to control himself any longer. His huge erection was like a great curved sexual scimitar preceding him like a cavalryman's lance as he moved ever closer to the teasing Cathy.
Glen watched as the girl teased Concort with gestures and words. Cathy stopped moving and lifted her young pert breasts in both palms. "Want to touch them?" she purred. "Bet you like to lick them when they're young and tiny like this."
Concort was almost to her now; his hands reached out to grasp the young girl's flesh, and as he did so, Cathy grasped his rigid penis.
"Come on," she said. "Go over to the couch. I want to give you a hand job."
Like an obedient animal, Concort let Cathy lead him to the couch where he sat down. Glen watched Cathy sit next to him and take his hard member in her right hand. Now they were farther away from the French doors. Glen had difficulty in hearing all their words, but she could make Out enough of them to realize that Cathy, instead of acting for her, was actually betraying, her.
She watched as Cathy's hand pumped up and down on Concort's huge member and listened as Cathy bribed the administrator.
"I'll bet you like getting jerked off," she said. "I sort of felt you really had a thing about little girls. I mean young stuff like me and some of the others here."
Concort nodded his head. He seemed unable to speak. His mouth hung slack; his eyes glazed. Glendora was sure that he had never experienced as much sensual pleasure in his life as he was doing at that very moment.
"We're all horny as hell, you know," Cathy continued. Her hand never stopped moving up and down on the shaft of his manhood. "And lots of us really go for older men. You know, I'll bet you could have all the young pussy you ever wanted if you just set your mind to it. You're just afraid the girls might talk, aren't you? Hell, they'd be so fucking grateful for a fucking, they'd eat your meat any time you snapped your fingers."
Concort was grunting now. His hips were moving in response to Cathy's ministrations.
"You like that?" the girl was saying. "You feel good. I like jerking you off."
Suddenly, her hand stopped moving, and, pouting, she pulled away from the administrator… Looking through the window, Glen wondered what had caused the sudden movement. It was Concort himself who asked Glen's unspoken questions.
"What-" he stammered. "What's the matter?"
"Well," Cathy pouted. "You do want a hand job, don't you?"
"Yes… of course. I-"
"And then you want me to suck you off?"
"Yes… yes… "
"Admit it," Cathy said flatly. "You do like young pussy, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes!" he gasped.
"And you really want to fuck it and lick it, don't you?"
"Oh God-"
"Bet you'd like to stick your tongue right in me, wouldn't you?"
"Cathy-"
"I'm all wet, you know. Jerking you off got me all hot and juicy."
"Please-" Contort begged.
Cathy was at the end of the couch now. She turned toward Contort. Now the little-girl pose was gone. She looked like exactly what she was-a hard, manipulating woman of the world at barely sixteen.
"Listen," Cathy said to him. "You can have anything you want-me, all the other snatch on campus-head, hairless cunt, anything-if only you do me a couple of favors."
"Anything," Concort gasped.
Cathy reached out and again grasped his throbbing member in her hand, but she did not move her fist. "Anything?" she echoed.
"Yes-" he gasped. "Yes-"
"Okay," Cathy said. "First, you have to make sure Lydecker doesn't whip anyone again."
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Oh, yes… yes!"
Very slowly, Cathy began to move her hand up and then down the length of Norton Concort's shaft as she spoke. "Then," she said, as she manipulated his penis, "I want sort of a special deal for this. You know, town privileges. I want to be able to get off this fucking campus when I want to without all the piss ass faculty snooping around and turning me in like I was some sort of a criminal."
"Yes," he gasped.
"Cross your heart?"
"Of course, anything!"
Her hand began to move more rapidly now-up and down-up and down-like a passionate piston clutching the hard inflamed flesh of his manhood.
"And finally," she said. "Finally, I want to make goddamned sure this place goes coed as soon as possible."
"That little bitch!" Glendora gasped. "That little bitch!"
"Yes," Concort agreed.
"This semester?" Cathy demanded.
"Of course."
Her hand was moving faster and faster now to the point where its movements were a blur to Glendora.
"Want to come off?" Cathy purred.
Norton Concort arched his hips and threw his head back. The sound he made was a combination of grunt and scream as Glendora saw a single great line of ejaculated sperm shoot from the tip of his member, soar almost two feet in the air, and then seem to hang there an eternity before dropping again to spatter over his lap and Cathy's skilled hand.
The young girl continued to manipulate his organ more gently until he lifted his head again and seemed slowly to be regaining the use of his faculties.
"Was it good?" Cathy asked him. "Did you come off real good?"
"You bet," Concort told her.
"You rest for a while and then I'll suck you off like I'll bet you've never been sucked off before."
"Yeah-"
"And don't forget your promises."
"I won't," he told her. "You do what you said and I'll get rid of Lydecker. You can have all the town privileges you want and I can get the new program going within a matter of weeks. After all, we already have a waiting list."
"Great," Cathy said. "And I'll see you get all the young pussy you want and more."
"But discreet?" he said. "Cool?"
"Of course," she assured him. "Like I said, they're horny as hell. They'll be getting as much out of it as you."
Outside the French doors on the back terrace of the house, Glendora felt betrayed and abused. She turned from the glass and staggered away from the terrace. "That little bitch," she kept mumbling to herself. "That goddamn, two faced, fucking little bitch!"