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.
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.
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?