Their coupling was electric. Unlike Sissy Mason, Catherine Gyle was not content to lie back and be ministered to. From the first instant when Glen touched her lips to the girl's eager flesh, Catherine responded with a passion so intense it was almost overpowering. Already naked except for the rumpled uniform skirt around her waist, Catherine was, from the start, absolutely determined to strip her teacher as well.
They rolled together on the huge bed, Glen stroking and cupping and kissing the young girl's smooth flesh as Cathy pulled at the older woman's dress, tearing a button through its hole, lifting the skirt, grasping and exploring in an almost desperate quest to savor Glen's naked flesh.
Her hands darted up Glen's smooth thighs, found the already damp fabric of the teacher's panties, and stroked against it to make contact with the older woman's steaming sexual parts.
If Glen had, even for a moment, thought that the young girl with her would be only half aroused, half curious and half afraid like so many of the others with whom she had shared her body, she was sorely mistaken. Catherine was a wild and demanding beast of passion who, although technically still a virgin, was certainly no stranger to the arts of passionate interchange.
Almost with a sense of shock, Glen realized that the girl had somehow managed to strip her of her outer garments and was now pulling on the fabric of her diaphanous panties.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," Cathy gasped. "Then we'll both come off."
Glen had never been more pleasantly surprised in her life. She darted her fingers under the elastic of her panties and, almost brutally, pulled them down her long legs. This, she knew, was going to be perfect, for, although Cathy looked like a completely innocent child, she had, in just a matter of seconds, proved herself to be the wanton for whom Glendora had been searching so long.
Naked now, she rolled on her side, and, at the exact moment she felt Cathy's hot little tongue dart into her own scalding channel of sexual abandon, she placed her lips against the girl's moist vaginal opening.
There was nothing but a sea of flesh-sweet, succulent and impassioned-and Glendora delighted in drowning in it as she herself was being floated to supreme ecstasy by the ministrations of the girl's tongue on her most delicate parts.
She sucked greedily on Cathy's clitoris as she let her tongue roll around the sweet-tasting little knob of passion. As she did so, she could feel the almost electrical shivers of ecstasy scurrying through her own body as the young girl's lips and tongue savored her own sexuality.
There was nothing between them but abandoned passion as they sucked and liked and caressed each other. They were like a mindless beast with four breasts and two heads, crazed by passion to the point of trying to devour itself.
Release came more quickly than it had ever before. As if floodgates had suddenly exploded within each one of them at the same instant to allow a cascading stream of orgasmic honey to flood over them, they both shuddered at the same moment, and clasping even mores tightly to each other's sexual parts, they spasmed again and again and yet again, feeling each quiver of their own and their partner's sexual spasms against lips and tongue and mouth.
Finally shuddering, gasping for breath, and perspiring from the exhaustive throes of a passionate release more intense than either of them had ever felt, they rolled away and lay panting beside each other on the huge bed.
Glendora had never, until that time, experienced a release so thorough, so instant. The child-woman with her was everything she had always dreamt of. She was youth and beauty and all the apparent innocence of a child, yet she was thoroughly educated in matters of sex. She knew how to thrill and keep on thrilling. Glendora knew she could not simply enjoy Cathy's body and then let it go completely.
"Oh, Cathy," she sighed at length. "That was beautiful. My clit is still throbbing."
"Mine too, Miss Adams. You give real good head."
Glendora sighed. Almost sadly, she looked at her wristwatch. It was the only item of her clothing still intact. The rest lay scattered on the bed and beside it. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. "I have a class to teach in ten minutes."
Cathy reached slowly across the bed and laid one small band on Glen's full left breast. "Let's do it again," she said.
"Oh, Cathy… "
"I like sucking your clit. It's almost better than cock, really."
"Oh, Cathy," Glendora sighed again. "Oh yes. But I can't now. I have a class and so do you. You come back tonight after supper during study hour. I'll show you some things I'll bet you didn't know about Hurry now. You know what Dean Lydecker will do if you're late."
Hastily, both of them dressed, and after a quick brushing of hair and an adjustment of clothes, they dashed out of the apartment to go their separate ways.
Throughout that day, Glendora went through her duties at the academy in something of a daze. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, she didn't quite feel capable of coping with the reality of life. Finally, after her final class, she was again called to Dean Lydecker's office. This time, she was even more stunned than before.
"I've polled every member of the faculty," the dean announced to her. "It seems yours is the only dissenting vote on the entire grounds, Miss Adams. I'm going to report to the board of directors that the staff and faculty are overwhelmingly behind the decision to go coeducational."
She could do nothing but stand in front of his huge desk. Her mouth dropped slightly open and she knew her fingers were trembling. If the school did in fact become coeducational, her entire life would be ruined.
"I'm sorry, Miss Adams," Lydecker said, "But change is simply an indication of progress. If you're really that concerned about the traditions of Northrup, I suppose you could go to Norton Concort yourself?"
"Norton Concort?" The entire world seemed to be made of gauze.
"He's the president of the board. You know that."
"Yes. Yes, of course," she managed. "Yes… "
Somehow, she was able to place one foot in front of the other and make her way out of his office, Out of the administration building and across the campus to her apartment. There, still in a state of partial shock, she took a bath and changed clothes before again crossing the quadrangle to the school's main dining halt.
She ate mechanically. Her mind was a shocked blank. Even after she had excused the girls from her long table, she seemed completely unable to function mentally. She had, she knew, to find a way-any way-to stop the school from becoming coeducational, but under such terrific pressure, the result was the exact opposite of clear thought. Her mind was muddled-confused. It seemed to spin in a maelstrom of confusion and indecision.
Finally she pushed her chair back, and like a woman in some sort of drug-induced stupor, walked from the dining hail, back across the quadrangle to her apartment. There, she closed the door behind her and sank heavily into her favorite chair. She did not bother to turn on either the television or her phonograph.
How long she sat there, she would never know. Her mind was a sea of shocked confusion until it was literally pounded into reality by a knock at the door.
Glendora shook her head to, if possible, clear the confusion from it. She remained in the chair staring at the opposite wall of her living room until she could bring her eyes into focus.
Again there was a knock.
Slowly, she rose from where she had been sitting. So stunned had she been as a result of Dean Lydecker's announcement that she had completely forgotten not just one, but both of the appointments she had made for that evening.
It took her an instant or two after opening the door to remember that she had invited Sissy Mason to come over for another tutoring session. The pretty blonde girl now stood in the hail just outside Glen's apartment looking for all the world exactly like what she was pretending to be-a studious scholar anxious to receive purely scholastic help with her lessons.
She was dressed in the academy uniform and carried three books in her left hand. Her blue eyes looked dispassionately at Glendora as she simply said, "Hi. I came over for some help on my paper on the Punic Wars."
Glen motioned the girl to come into the apartment and closed the door. Only when she was at last alone with Sissy did she remember that she had also asked Catherine Gyle over. She had trapped herself hopelessly because of her reaction to Lydecker and the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. Now, she realized that she could neither enjoy Sissy's sweet, young flesh nor the skilled and impassioned embrace of Catherine Gyle. It would be entirely too risky.
Silently, she cursed herself for a fool and wondered how she could dismiss Sissy while still saving herself from total embarrassment.
Too soon, a second knock hit the door.
She was trapped! Glendora knew Catherine Gyle was outside. She could not let either girl suspect that the other had recently been her sexual partner. Yet she knew of no way to squirm out of the situation without the girls at least suspecting that something was amiss.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Sissy said.
"Yes… yes… I-"
Again there was a slight rapping on the apartment door.
Glendora managed to pull herself together sufficiently to turn again to the door and open it. As she had dreaded, Catherine Gyle was standing there.
"Hi," the girl said. Her youthful face had an impish quality to it. Her blue eyes seemed to be laughing in some sort of almost evil anticipation.
"Hello, Cathy," Glendora began, not quite sure how she would tell the girl of the situation.
As it turned out, she didn't have to make an explanation. Cathy looked beyond the teacher and saw Sissy Mason standing inside the apartment. Her pert, full lips lifted in a smile that seemed almost to be anticipating what was, in fact, to come.
"Hey," she said as she looked back to Glen. "Is she in on our-"
"Hush," Glen gasped. She was terrified that one or the other of the girls might tell what had happened individually and that as a result, her carefully separated secrets would become open. Once something like that spread from one girl to another it would run like a wildfire throughout the campus, and she would be dismissed.
She stood by her apartment door hopelessly unable to speak or, for that matter, to utter a sound, as Catherine, with supreme, almost arrogant confidence, walked inside. Before Glen could stop her, Cathy had walked directly up to Sissy Mason, stopped in front of her and smiled.
"Bet you didn't come here for any history tutoring," she said.
Sissy blushed. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.
"Bet I know why you're here," Catherine went on.
"Now just a minute, Cathy," Glen interrupted. "I think you'd better-"
"What's the difference?" Cathy demanded. Abruptly, yet with a gentle confidence, she reached out and cupped one of Sissy Mason's full breasts in the palm of her right hand. "We can all share each other." She looked directly into Sissy's eyes. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The other girl seemed perplexed, almost shocked.
"Oh, come off it, Sissy. Stop acting like a ninny. You came here just like I did. You wanted some fun. Give a little and get a little. There's nothing wrong with that. Why not have even more fun with the three of us together?"
Glendora stood in shocked amazement as Cathy spoke. But as she saw that Sissy was no longer confused or Indignant-was, in fact, apparently eager o join in Catherine's proposal-the idea began to appeal to her as well. She had never experienced any sort of sexual Contact other than on a one-time basis. The idea of being able to share the bodies of two pretty, young, and well-formed girls at the same time was one that had an instant appeal for her.
The three were in total, albeit silent, agreement as they turned from the apartment's snug living room and walked to the bedroom. There, as if on common signal, each of them slipped out of her clothing. A moment later, they were twined together on the huge bed.
Body to body, lip to lip, firm young breasts brushing against eager, demanding flesh, they rolled and turned in one another's embrace, sighing, gasping, experiencing the giving and taking of multiple pleasures as first one became the aggressor, then another.
Glen was suddenly on her back, the electrifying sensation of Cathy's tongue darting along her spread thighs, climbing ever closer to the wet river of her desire. Sissy was beside her, her soft flesh pressed gently against Glendora's arm.
"Come to me," Glendora whispered as Cathy's tongue darted tentatively upward to brush against her damp pubic hair.
"What do you-?"
"Get on me, Sissy, dear," Glen whispered. "Straddle me. Sit on my titties."
Hesitantly, the young girl obeyed her teacher. She rose to a kneeling position and then, as Glendora had asked, straddled the older woman's torso. Below, Glen could feel Catherine's gentle fingers on her outer vaginal lips, easily pulling the eager wet flesh apart, so that within an instant her tongue could begin to explore the moist delights within.
As she felt the almost excruciating agony of expectation in her sexual parts, she stared at the silken blonde tuft of Sissy Mason's pubic hair. She lifted her head slightly and slipped one of her pillows under it so as to better to view the sexual prize immediately before her. Sissy's flesh was almost pink and Glendora could see that even though the girl was not aggressive, she was still extremely eager. The outer labia were already slightly parted, like the petals of a succulent rose opening to the first glow of morning sun. They were touched by drops of clear moisture which, Glen knew, had already lubricated the girl's inner flesh, preparing it for the coming pleasure which would soon consume it.
Glen wanted to savor the ultimate experience as long as she possibly could. As she felt the first delicate, yet insistent flick of Catherine's tongue tentatively licking her own outer flesh, a shiver of anticipation rippled through her. Very slowly, she slipped both her hands behind Sissy's firm young buttocks and drew the girl's groin gently closer to her eager mouth as she arched her hips slightly to meet Cathy's tongue.
Like a movie picture in slow motion, the three bodies came ever closer to one another so that, at exactly the same instant, Glen's full lips met the soft wet flesh of Sissy's eager young girlhood, and Catherine's more demanding, more aggressive tongue darted into the teacher's hot cauldron of passion. It was a flame licking ever upward, until its hot searing fire finally made consuming contact with Glen's already tingling clitoris.
Above her, Glen could hear Sissy sigh in ecstasy as she felt the soothing arousal of the teacher's lips and tongue within her eager pink flesh. Glen, too, could not help sighing in pleasure as Catherine cupped her eager little hands under her buttocks and drew her hips tighter to her aggressive mouth.
Her hips were ticking involuntarily now and her tongue was caressing Sissy's knob of pleasure with instinctual frenzy as she felt the first beginnings of a faraway orgasm that she knew from experience would come to fulfillment slowly, yet with a consuming thoroughness which would wrack her entire being with the intensity of a volcanic eruption.
From far away, she felt tiny nerve endings begin to tingle in expectation. Her lips felt the wet caress of Sissy's now responding genitals. Her hands cupped the firm flesh of the girl's buttocks as, on her own hips, she could feel Cathy's skilled hands caressing her mons, pressing her flesh down against her lips and tongue, then up again so that the erectile clitoris was being stimulated by both tongue and the pressure of the hot wet flesh surrounding it.
Like a great runaway machine-a shooting star, a wild animal on a headlong fling to oblivion-Glen knew what was about to come. She dreaded it in part, for she sensed that the sheer intensity of her release would drive her to the very brink of insanity. Yet she could not stop. She was a woman utterly driven by the compulsions within her. She clawed her long, now almost brutal fingers into Sissy's firm buttocks. She arched her hips to receive the flicking ministrations of Catherine's frantically darting tongue, and, from deep within her, she felt the first twanging vibrations of subtle nerve endings, as a long, slow, rolling tidal wave of orgasm began.
Where it started she would never be sure. How it touched every part of her she could never know. But it surged from fingertips and toes to groin, over her stomach and breasts. It was in her heart, her brain, her very soul, flowing like a great giant of pleasure, crowding Out reality-mushrooming like the blast of an atomic explosion-soaring like the propulsion of a rocket which would send it to the farthest reaches of the universe and perhaps even beyond.
Her nails were actually clawing into Sissy's flesh now. She felt the girl snap against her mouth. The pressure of pink labia and the involuntary throbbings of her clitoris were against Glen's mouth at the same moment her own body shuddered almost as if in a death throes. She gasped but could not let go of the flesh under her lips and tongue. Above her, she felt Sissy's body shudder at the same time as wave after wave of infinite pleasure rolled over and through them both. Yet neither could stop pressing against the other, and Cathy, who also could feel the throes of orgasm rolling over her teacher's body like the after-jolts of an earthquake, kept flicking her hot tongue against the older woman's pulsating, orgasming clitoris.
Again and again the sea of pleasure rolled over her, drowning every thought, every emotion, under a million fathoms of indescribable ecstasy. Her very being seemed to be a part of the flesh pressing against her face-a part of the face pressing against her flesh and into her body.
Again she shuddered with the unbelievable thrill of it, as she could feel Sissy shudder as well.
Finally, it was-or at least she thought it was- over. The pleasure's intensity slowed. The peaks and troughs of orgasm became fewer and farther apart. Yet occasionally, one tiny hint of ecstasy would scurry through her, until at last she lay exhausted, and Sissy fell in a satiated heap beside her.
Gently, with a slowness that was itself intensely erotic, Cathy removed her mouth from Glen's open vagina. The three of them relaxed on the bed, panting in exhausted satisfaction for several long moments, until finally Glen opened her eyes. She looked down the length of the bed to where Cathy lay and noticed that the girl had one of her fingers pressed against her groin and that she was slowly, deliberately masturbating herself.
"What are you doing?" Glen asked. Immediately she felt somewhat foolish. It was quite obvious what the girl was doing.
"Just getting my come," Cathy said matter-of-factly. "I mean, you both hit the big one. Now it's my turn."
"You don't have to do it that way, you know."
"I know," Cathy said. "Only I like to. I like to feel my cut and come off this way."
Glen was somewhat surprised. It shocked her that the young girl seemed to know far more about sex than she should. She knew far more in fact than Glendora herself.
Still with her finger moving gently within the wet folds of her vagina, Cathy slid higher on the bed until she was lying between Sissy and Glendora.
"You know what I like," she said at length.
"What?" Glen asked.
"Suck my titties, both of you. Do that while I'm frigging myself and I'll really come off."
Glen and Sissy snuggled closer to Catherine. Each one looped an arm over the girl's body as she took one of her nipples into her mouth. Glen on Catherine's right and Sissy on her left gently sucked and caressed breasts and nipples as Cathy herself continued her manipulations of her clitoris with ever increasing rapidity until her body shuddered and she gasped in total release.
Her reaction was thorough, but was over in an instant.
"God damn!" Cathy sighed. "God damn, that was good. I only wish there was a guy here so I could be jerking him off at the same time."
The mere thought of a male involved in their affair almost disgusted Glendora. She lifted her mouth from Cathy's right breast and pulled away from the young girl's lithe body. Again her mind focused on but one thought-the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. She had to stop it any way she could.
But she couldn't come to any sort of decision with the two girls in her bed. Even satiated by her release, there was something exciting about the two young, slender bodies that was overpoweringly distracting.
"You two had better get back to the dorm now," she said at length. "The other girls might begin to worry."
Obediently, Sissy and Catherine got up and began to dress themselves again. What had just been completed might never have been. Once dressed, they were both perfect pictures of studious young girls just leaving a teacher's quarters after a proper tutoring session.
Glendora wished them both a good night as she saw them out, then closed the door and again turned inside her cozy apartment.
She had to stop the board of directors from going ahead with its plan, no matter what the cost to herself. Any sacrifice would be worth it.
Her mind reeled for some solution-any idea. Then, suddenly, it came to her. What was it Dean Lydecker had said to her about the president of the board-something about going to Mr. Concort himself?
That was the answer! She would go to Norton Concort personally. She would appeal to him in any way she could. She would agree to do anything, if only the academy would not become coeducational.
She walked to a small desk in the corner of her living room and from the top drawer took her personal telephone book. She flicked it open to "C" and ran one long finger down the first page there until it stopped at the name Concort. He lived in a small house owned by the academy but located just outside the main campus across from the playing fields.
Glendora noted the number, lifted the telephone receiver, and began to dial.