The following morning Glen did not order Sissy Mason to go to Dean Lydecker's office. She was barely able to discharge her teaching duties. She was in a shocked daze throughout the day, and by evening she was in no better state of mind. Because she believed herself unable to face her duties as dormitory mistress and also because she did not think she could bear the emotional strain if any of the girls she had seduced were to visit her apartment, Glen decided to stroll over the campus.
It was a beautiful spring evening. The academy was quiet because it was study period. Most of the girls were in their rooms going over their books and notes in preparation for the final examination period which would be starting in just a few more weeks. The experimental boys had all supposedly left and were doing their studying in their own homes.
Aimlessly, apparently without taking any direction, Glendora found herself strolling toward the playing fields in the general direction of Norton Concort's house. Some magnet seemed to be compelling her toward the administrator's house, but when she noticed the path she was following, she stopped abruptly.
She had no intention of being humiliated by the administrator again and certainly did not want to experience again the shock and disgust of being betrayed by Brigette. She stood without moving for a long moment. The school and trees were behind her, the playing fields before her. Beyond them, the administrator's house.
Again, doubts and confusions assailed her. Who was she? she wondered. What was life really about? She was thirty years old. Her youth was finished, but a great deal of life lay before her. The trouble was, she didn't really know what path to follow. She fought against the notion that men were actually attractive to her. She tried to dismiss and forget the memories of sexual excitement and abandon she nurtured as a result of her recent experiences with men.
Again, fear filled her. She remembered her first terrifying experience when she was in high school. She became conscious of the darkening shadows around her and the coming chill of spring evening. Suddenly, she felt a sense of foreboding. She was sure she was not alone. She could almost feel the pressure of hostile eyes on her. Like a frightened animal, she turned back toward the school and with a quickened pace walked toward the trees which separated her from the main campus.
She had only walked a few yards into the deepening shadows cast by the trees when she saw a male figure standing directly in front of her. Her mind reeled. Part of her wanted to flee in terror back to the playing fields, a more mature part whispered that she was behaving in a childish manner. She stopped.
The man approached.
In the twilight shadows, she could not recognize him for some time. He was almost to her before she realized that he was perhaps the one person she wanted most to avoid. He was the young man she had caught with Sissy Mason in the library-the arrogant, sensuous Jack Paris.
As he approached, she stood immobile and speechless. He frowned slightly as he stopped in front of her to let his dark eyes rove arrogantly over her body.
After a long moment in which she tried desperately to gain some of her self-control and calm the combined surges of fear and physical desire which were fighting their ways through her, she took a deep breath and tried-to make her voice sound authoritative and arrogant.
"Just exactly what are you doing out here?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "This time, I'm just walking," he said. "Don't tell me there's a rule against that too."
"You're supposed to be studying."
"I was," he said. "I'm coming from the library, through the woods to town."
She did not know how to answer him. She started to walk past him, but with a gesture of casual authority, he reached out and took her by the elbow.
"That was a real good blow job yesterday," he said.
"Please," she begged him. "Don't-"
"Don't what?" He sounded almost innocent.
"I'm not interested," she snapped. "I won't! Let me go!"
He turned her around forcibly yet with a certain sensuous gentleness. Their faces were mere inches apart now.
"You're lying to yourself," he told her. "It's in your eyes. It's all over you-in every gesture-every move. I've never seen anyone who wanted to get laid so bad."
"No… I-"
Suddenly his lips were pressing on hen in hot demand. She struggled to push him away, but found that, despite the pressure of her hands on his chest, her lips were actually responding to his, opening to admit the probing length of his exploring tongue as it darted into her mouth, twined with her own, and filled her entire body with tingling desire.
She seemed to be swirling in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as he pushed her down to the soft grass.
"No-" she tried to say, but the pressure of his lips on hers-the response of her own to his-made it no more than a muffled grunt.
His hands seemed to be all over her now and hers seemed unable to push his muscular young body away. She felt the hot pressure of his palm on her bosom, then the pull of her clothing, and then the flesh of his palm on the very flesh of her hotly excited breast.
She could only sigh as his lips moved from hers to slide over her partly exposed body, then damp tightly to the hard nipple of her naked breast.
"No-" she heard herself whisper. "I can't do it-I don't want-"
The ripples of excitement his tongue shot through her were more intense, more demanding than any she had ever felt on her lips.
"No, Jack-" she kept saying again and again. He paid no attention.
She felt his eager fingers exploring up the length of the inside of her thighs. and knew that he was about to try to penetrate her most sacred and erotic spot. She tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent his entrance, but her muscles refused to respond. She felt her will weaken. Her legs spread wider and his fingers explored the already damp area of her love mound. They rubbed the silken cloth of her panties as his lips and tongue sucked and teased and excited her already hard nipple.
Then gently, yet with a firm demand, his fingers were under her panties-slipping through the moist silken tuft of dark pubic hair-exploring-searching-teasing-until they reached the already open hot channels of her love.
"We can't," she said. "Oh, Jack… don't don't do this to me… I can't-"
He was a deaf man, and blind to all but his single goal. He pulled her panties away from her hips. She felt the gentle prickle of moist grass on her now naked buttocks and knew her legs were cooperating with his hands even though her mind still tried to fight against what she knew was about to happen. She couldn't allow herself to submit to this. It was rape. She was being raped! Yet the sensations which soared and tingled and rocketed through her would not let her resist.
His hand was on her mans now, rubbing easily, teasing and stroking-driving her to a plateau of excitation she could not have even imagined on any day previous.
She felt a cold touch of evening air as his mouth left her breast, and a warm surge of delight as one of his exploring fingers slipped easily between the wet lips of her opened flesh to make an electric contact with the throbbing knob of her clitoris.
She opened her eyes in shock and amazed pleasure. She was staring directly into his dark, gypsy like eyes. He was smiling down at her as he moved his finger with slow and maddening gestures within her hot and eagerly excited flesh.
"Please-" she managed. "You mustn't. I never…"
"You gave such good head, yesterday," he whispered. "I'm going to return the favor."
"You-"
"I'm going to eat your cooze," he said.
"No-Jack-please-"
He paid no attention as he moved his head slowly down the length of her body. He still continued to play inside her with his finger as his head advanced toward her sexual parts.
"Oh God!" she heard herself gasp as her hands-still refusing to obey the commands of her brain-reached out, and instead of pushing him away, drew his head tighter to her until his lips and tongue made their first hot surging contact with her labia.
"Oh, God!" she gasped again as she pulled him tightly to her already responding hips. "Yes… oh, yes, lick my cunt!"
How, she wondered, could he know so much about a woman's body? He was hardly a man yet- just a beautiful youth. How-?
Her mind swirled. She didn't care. She only knew about one thing-the impossible pleasure surging through her body, being compounded by each move of his tongue and lips. It was a thrill she had never experienced before even in her Lesbian romps. She had no idea her sexual parts-her entire being-could be thrilled so much.
And suddenly the truth which she had tried to keep buried for so long, surged through her. She had lied to herself! She had been cheating herself! She actually wanted a man. She wanted this man inside her with all the hard pulsating flesh of his being.
"No, Jack," she gasped again as she pulled on his hair trying to remove his eager face from the crotch of her spread thighs. "Jack, don't…"
He refused to stop his abandoned licking of her labia and sucking on her hotly engorged clitoris.
"I want you," she sighed. "I want your cock in me, not your tongue!"
It took several seconds before the truth of what she was saying seemed to penetrate his impassioned brain. But finally, he lifted his head from her groin and looked up at her.
"You're joking," he said. "Sissy tells me you're a dyke!"
"I never knew-"
"Come on," he said. "Don't tell me that. If you're a Lez you've had your snatch eaten before."
"Not like that," she gasped. "Honest."
"And you're a virgin?"
"Please, Jack. It's the truth. I've never had a man's prick in there before. I never wanted it. Honest. Not until you."
"No shit!"
"Please, Jack-" She reached up, and placing her hands on the side of his head with the fingers lacing together behind his neck, she pulled him toward her. "Please be gentle with me-but please-fuck me, Jack-please."
His lips moved closer to her own. They touched as she felt him pulling on his clothing. They were still kissing when she felt him position his hard young body between her spread legs. She reached down for the turgid shaft of his manhood and grasped it.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "You're like a rock."
He grunted.
"And so big!" Another wave of terror swept through her. She could never accommodate a masculine organ that huge! He would rupture her insides, break her vital organs-perhaps even kill her. She tried to squirm away but the pressure of his back and the demand of his muscular body were too much for her. She felt him getting closer. Her fingers gripped his hard flesh almost compulsively. She could not get away. She was going to die and she knew there was no way out.
She felt the first hard insistence of his hot flesh against her wet outer lips. It was amazing! The sensation of flesh against flesh ripped through her like a thousand volts of erotic electricity. Her fingers relaxed. She was powerless beneath him. His shaft was sinking into her wet flesh.
He filled her inch by slow inch and continued to slide deeper and deeper into her willing flesh. She waited tensely for the pain-the agony-the terrible rupture she felt sure was about to occur any second-yet all she could feel was the wonderful glory of his flesh sinking deeper and deeper into her without pain-indeed with a total pleasure. She lay back on the grass, legs spread wide, her sexual parts and her soul itself opened wide to his penetration.
It never seemed to stop, he was still sliding into her and yet there was still no pain. Indeed not until after she was totally, completely filled by his flesh, his hips pressed tight to her own, did she realize the supreme beauty of what she had been missing all her adult years.
"I-" she managed to gasp. "I never knew-"
They were lying completely motionless now. His hard flesh plunged deeply into her body-her hips arched tightly against his, savoring the initial fulfillment of their union.
"Good, eh?" he said.
"Oh, Jack. You feel-you feel so…"
"Told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"
"Yes… but… "
"And we haven't even started fucking yet!"
She started to speak, but was arrested by the sliding pressure of his hard organ. Slowly, he moved away from her and then drove the length of his shaft back into her hot flesh.
She tried to tell him in words of the sweet ecstasy she was experiencing, but she could not respond to the pleasure she was receiving with her voice-only with her own body. Her hips arched to meet his and swiveled to compound the pleasure she was feeling. She thrust with him, responding and rolling and churning her own body to meet his thrusts.
"Yeah," she heard him say. "Yeah… like that. Fuck like that!"
She clawed her long fingers into his madly thrashing buttocks now, pulling him to her and letting him pull away. She felt his scrotum slapping against her and reached down with her right hand to squeeze and stroke it.
"You do that… " he gasped, "and I'll shoot off… "
"Oh yes… " She was almost blind with passion now. "Yes… " she gasped again. "Do it… shoot off in me. I want to feel your hot juice!"
She kneaded and squeezed his scrotum, feeling the two gentle rocks of his testicles-feeling his thrusts become more impassioned within her eager flesh and his flesh become, if possible, even harder, even more demanding.
Then, from deep within herself, her body seemed to implode and explode at once. There was no warning. She felt the hard pulsating thrusts of his member In her vagina, the almost molten hot surge of his ejaculation searing through her as her own being seemed to be ripped apart into a million pulsating nerve endings, each experiencing the greatest of pleasures possible.
"I'm… oh, Jesus, Jack! I'm coming… " she gasped.
He grunted spasmodically as he continued to thrust into her. It seemed that the jet of his semen would never stop. It felt like he was filling her with the hot juices of his passion to the point where she would literally float away on his ejaculation.
They thrust and writhed and twisted that way, grunting and turning and savoring each other's flesh, until, exhausted, they lay back on the grass.
Glendora could not control her breathing. An impossible thing had happened to her. She had never felt anything like it in her life. She felt guilty about being totally, absolutely satisfied at the same time that she wanted to do the same thing-experience the same thing again right away. She wanted his lips on her tingling, throbbing vagina again. She wanted his hard flesh plowing into her again, thrilling her, lifting her to the very heavens themselves.
How long she lay there, she could not be sure. But when she opened her eyes it was already dark. She was Sprawled on the grass, her skirt pulled above her, exposed groin, her panties still off and her chest bare. For a moment, she felt that he had deserted her. Almost in panic, she turned to her right. She expelled a sigh of relief to see him lying there beside her.
He smiled. "You liked that, didn't you?"
"You'll never know how much." She reached out and touched his hand with her own.
"You're much better than Sissy, you know."
She felt like a teen-age girl who had just experienced her first introduction to any kind of sexual contact. "I am?"
"Yeah." He was still smiling. "You know something?"
"What?"
"I guess it's instinct or something."
"What?"
"Being able to fuck like that-to suck cock the way you did in the library."
Suddenly, impulsively, she knew she didn't want to let him go. She had to be with him no matter what the cost, no matter what the risk.
Her hand squeezed his. "Jack… " She was almost begging.
"What?"
"I've got to have you again."
"Now?"
"Now, tonight. Tomorrow. Any time."
"I'm a very horny guy," he said. "I've never met one girl who could do the whole job."
"Try me," she whispered. "If we don't get caught, we can fuck three or four times a day. After all there are only a couple more weeks to the end of the semester. You're on the special program anyway, just a brush-up course."
"What the hell." He rose to his feet and knelt beside her. "I'm not about to give up the sweetest piece of ass I've ever had. Sure I'll go with you."
"Okay," she smiled. "But first I want a little dessert!" She reached out as she had done in the library the night before and grasped his masculine member. She moved toward it holding it in her hand. "You're soft," she challenged. "I thought you said you were horny."
"Try me," he said.
She smiled up to him. "Beware a woman making up for lost time. I've got ten or twelve years of fucking and cocksucking to make up for."
"Be my guest," he insisted.
Glendora leaned forward and licked the flaccid end of his young member. She savored the joy of it for a moment before sucking the soft shaft into her mouth. As she felt the thrill of pleasure that became hers as his flesh began to harden in her mouth, she realized that after her inner trials and doubts over the last few days, she had at last found what she had been seeking for so very long. It was not young girls and Lesbian liaisons. She had moved down the wrong path.
This was what she really wanted out of her sexual life. She wanted hard young male flesh. She wanted Jack Paris, but she knew that no relation. ship was permanent. Jack was a symbol. As she sucked on his now hard flesh, she was smiling to herself. Jack would be wonderful with her for awhile, but she knew without remorse that there would be other young men and more eager male flesh to make contact with her impassioned, eager body.
Yes, she thought to herself as she fondled his scrotum and heard him sigh in pleasure above her, there will be more…
Lots and lots more.