Norton Concort was a slender, athletic man in his middle thirties. The fact that he was impeccably dressed in a tailored business suit did not hide the fact that his body was in perfect shape. Despite his duties as President of the Board of Directors of Northrup Academy, Concort always found at least one or two hours in every day to devote to exercise.
Glendora had met Mr. Concort on several occasions over the years she had worked at Northrup, yet when she saw him the Saturday after telephoning him for an appointment, she felt more than anything else that he was not only a perfect stranger, but, somehow, an enemy as well.
Concort answered the front door of his house personally and ushered Glendora down a long, beautifully furnished hail to his book-lined study at the rear. He apologized for not offering her any refreshments. The maid, he said, had the day off, and his wife had driven into Huntingford to do some shopping. He sat down behind a cluttered desk and indicated a leather-covered wing-backed chair.
Glen sat down, not quite knowing how to approach the issue. She crossed her long, well-formed legs and pulled the hem of her skirt down so that it barely covered her knees.
While she was still trying to think of how to begin, Mr. Concort broke the silence.
"I haven't seen you for some time, Miss Adams," he said.
She noticed that his dark eyes were exploring her body. Their gaze held her own for a moment, then seemed actually to roll over her shoulders, breasts, and hips to her nylon-clad legs, and then up again until they again met hers.
"I must say you're looking quite-how shall I say it-fit."
"Thank you." Her voice sounded as if it was coming from the bottom of a long pipe.
"Well," he said at length, again letting his eyes explore her body, "you seemed somewhat mysterious on the telephone the other night. What can I do for you?"
She cleared her throat, swallowed and determined to meet the issue head on. "Mr. Concort," she said, "I hear there are plans to make the academy coeducational."
"Yes," he agreed, "that's true."
"But-" She couldn't finish. It was as though her brain had suddenly departed from her body. She could not offer an argument, a reason, an excuse-even a word. The room remained silent for some moments before Concort spoke.
"But what, Miss Adams?" His deep voice was almost melodious. There was a thoroughly sensual, very soothing quality to it.
"But, it mustn't," she managed to say. "It would destroy everything-"
"Destroy?"
"Why-" she stammered, "why yes. The total tradition of the academy has always been feminine. Something like this could absolutely ruin everything… I mean everything the academy has always stood for."
Norton Concort leaned back in his swivel chair. Again, he let his dark eyes roam freely over Glendora's well-proportioned body. This time when he spoke his voice was still sensuous, but, in addition to its soothing quality, there was something of a teacher trying to explain a particularly complicated point to a pupil.
"I know Dean Lydecker spoke to all of you individually," he said. "Perhaps he didn't mention the pure economics of the matter. Northrup is simply not so far into the black as it could be, Miss Adams. These days, people are simply not sending their daughters to finishing school the way they used to. By becoming coeducational, the academy will, in fact, double its income. Why, we estimate that the pre-enrollment fees alone will be sufficient to contract for construction of a new, all-male dormitory."
"It's wrong!" Glen snapped. "It's a violation of-" She couldn't go on.
"You seem very-how shall I put it-very emotionally involved in the issue."
"I am," she said. "I've always loved the academy. I'd just hate to see it ruined by a lot of unruly boys making a mess of everything that has been established over the years."
"I hardly think-"
"They'll destroy everything I've worked for!" she snapped. "They'll ruin every one of the academy's traditions!"
"Miss Adams, the issue is hardly-"
"Mister Concort," she said as she rose from the wing-backed chair, "the idea is horrible to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to stop it."
Again, a long pause settled over the room. Norton Concort's eyes again seemed to roll like caressing hands over Glendora's raven hair, over her wide shoulders and firm breasts, over her sensuous hips, where they stopped momentarily before proceeding to her long legs and her sensible, low-heeled shoes, and then crawling up again.
"Are you sure?" he said finally.
"Of course I'm sure!" she snapped. "My whole life has been dedicated to the academy. I'd sacrifice any-"
Suddenly, she understood the expression in his dark eyes and realized what she had talked herself into. Norton Concort was actually implying that he could be bribed-that given certain sexual privileges with her body, he might use his power and influence with the board of directors to reverse their decision to make the academy coeducational.
It seemed an eternity during which she stood there letting her conflicting emotions fight themselves.
Part of her was, in fact, willing to risk anything-undergo any ordeal-to preserve her unlimited sexual contacts, which could only remain if the academy remained an all-girl school. But another part of her was afraid. She had, in fact, never had any sort of an affair with a man other than one time in high school when she had manipulated a boyfriend's penis into rigid erection. But then, when she had felt the hard- length of his member, she had been completely terrified of having him thrust the instrument deep within her tender body.
Glendora Adams was, technically at any rate, a virgin. She was also a woman dedicated to the enjoyment of abandoned Lesbian pleasure with the many young girls under her care and tutelage. Would it be worth it, she wondered, to sacrifice her virginity to Norton Concort for the sake of continuing with what she thought were her real sensuous pleasures?
His hot brown eyes seemed to be drilling a message of passion into her as his soft, melodious voice again broke the silence of the room. "Anything?" he insinuated.
"Well… I-"
He rose from behind his desk and circled it. He leaned back against the finely carved mahogany and crossed his arms over his slender, yet powerful chest. "I believe I mentioned that this is the maid's day off."
"Yes."
"And I did tell you that Mrs. Concort will be in Huntingford all day?"
"Yes, but-"
"Mrs. Concort is, I might say, a singularly peculiar woman."
"Oh?"
"Yes. She has absolutely no imagination." Glen stared at him. He was looking from her breasts to her hips and then to her breasts again.
"None at all." He lifted his eyes to hers, paused a moment, then spoke in an unmistakably significant tone. "Particularly when it comes to sex."
Involuntarily, Glen took a pace backward and almost collapsed into the wing-backed chair. She could not help gasping.
"Yes," Concort said. "She doesn't know how to fuck and probably never will."
"Mr. Concort," Glen gasped. "I couldn't. I mean-"
"What's worse, perhaps, is she thinks sucking cock is dirty."
"But… "
"I like my cock sucked," Concort said. "Do you like to suck cock?"
"I-"
"No matter, Miss Adams; You've already agreed."
"Agreed? But-"
"'Anything.' Wasn't that what you said you'd give? Come now, Miss Adams. I'm not asking you to take a cut in salary or to sacrifice yourself on some sort of perverted altar. You said you'd give anything. All I'm asking is a little head."
As she stared at him still stunned at the directness of his request, he uncrossed his arms and very deliberately pulled the zipper of his fly down. He reached within and pulled his penis out so as to expose the entire member.
"My Gods" she gasped. She had never imagined anything as wide and long.
Norton Concort smiled proudly. "Not bad, eh?" he said. "I rather like the old boy, myself." He looked across to the still gasping Glen Adams. "Well,"-he said. "How about giving your all for the academy?"
"I-"
"Oh, come now, Miss Adams. A little head never hurt anyone. I mean after all, what's a blow job among friends?"
The reality of the situation dawned on her slowly, but when it did, she was no longer that shocked or confused. He was right. It couldn't be that unpleasant. After all, she knew other women did things like that for their men all the time. Besides, more important, it was a way by which she could maintain the academy as an all-girl institution at which she could enjoy the oral pleasures she really enjoyed.
But, as she took a tentative step toward him, she began to feel yet another emotion-curiosity. She had never, except for that one time in high school, seen or touched a masculine member. Certainly, she had never taken one in her mouth before. Her entire life, since that first traumatic experience with a man, had been devoted to Sapphic affairs with younger women and girls. The idea of what she was about to do actually intrigued her.
She took another pace toward him and looked down at his member. It seemed impossibly long and thick. She wondered just exactly how long it would grow when it became erect, and whether he would strangle her with it if he became excited.
Shyly, tentatively, she reached toward it as she stared at his soft manhood with wide eyes. Slowly, her long fingers inched closer to the exposed flesh until they made genital contact.
She was surprised at how soft-how silken the smooth flesh of his member was. There was something-yes-actually exciting about what she was doing.
She made more complete contact with it. Took the flesh in her palm and lifted it. She covered the shaft of his penis with her closed hand and gently stroked the soft length of it. Instantly, she felt the member begin to fill with erectile blood. It seemed almost to snap to an eager attention in her hand. She felt a quiver of excitement ripple through her as she gripped the now turgid, completely hard penis.
"Go ahead," she heard his melodious, deep voice, like the chords of an organ coming from, it seemed, all around her. "Go down on it. Suck it."
Like a woman in a trance, she still maintained her grip on his penis as she lowered herself to her knees before him. She knelt on the deep, soft pile of the room's huge Persian carpet. Before her stood the rigid shaft of his penis. It was mere inches in front of her face, huge, dominant-the symbol of all aggressive manhood from the beginnings of time. Gently, she reached into his fly to cup the sac of his scrotum. She kneaded his testicles with her left hand as she grasped the hard shaft of his masculine rod in her right.
Part of her was afraid, doubtful, uncertain. Another part was actually eager to suck the huge masculine weapon into her mouth and taste the hot jet of ejaculation she would draw from it.
A woman mesmerized, she leaned forward until she was but a fraction of an inch away from his hot flesh. She stared down at it for a long moment before letting her tongue slip out to touch the very tip.
"That's it," he said. "Lick it first. Lick it all over."
She did as she was told. She licked the head of the huge member, then let her tongue slide down the underside of the shaft before pulling back so that she could lick the topside. Then she hesitated a long moment. She ran her hand two or three times up and down the length of the now wet member. Finally, almost convulsively, she leaned toward him and, parting her full lips, drew as much of him as she could into her mouth.
He filled her utterly. She could not have imagined the satisfying sensation she now experienced by having his manhood full and hard within her mouth. Gently, she sucked on his flesh as her left hand caressed the heavy sac of his scrotum and the two hard rocks of his testicles within. She was almost surprised to feel the hot dampness of her own excitation as a result of sucking on his penis.
She slid her mouth down on the shaft as far as it would go and then pulled back. She continued, however, to grip his member in her right hand so that he would not be able to thrust himself down her throat to strangle her with his shaft.
His flesh tasted good. She began to hum as she rolled her tongue over and around it. She knew the vibrations of her cheeks and lips would add to his pleasure as she continued to slide her head back and forth along the length of his member.
"That's good," she heard him say. "Suck it off, honey. Suck it all off."
Her head was moving toward and away from him more rapidly now. Her tongue was rolling around the head of his shaft and her right hand was pumping his flesh.
He too was responding with more eagerness, moving his hips in a controlled ticking toward her and away, grunting as he did so-saying unrelated words like "Good," and "Suck," and "Come," as he moved.
Finally, she felt a sudden little spasm tremble through the length of his member, then the powerful explosion of his ejaculation spurting into her mouth with such violence and such quantity that she almost gagged on it and some of his semen spattered over her lips and dribbled down her chin.
She managed to control herself. She locked her lips on his shaft and sucked, trying to pull every bit of his fluid she could into her mouth. She seemed compelled to take all of him. She sucked him that way for almost a full minute more before, still in a daze, she let go, and with weak knees, rose to her feet.
He smiled to her as he pulled his handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat. "Here," he said, "you've got a wad of cum on your chin."
She took the handkerchief, wiped her chin and gave it back, as he finished rezipping his fly.
"Thanks," he said, almost too casually. "I really needed that. I haven't had a decent blow job for-Christ-months. If Bridgette weren't such a goddamned prig-"
"Bridgette?" Glen said absently.
"My wife. She hates going down."
"Shit. I thought she'd be great before we got married. She's nothing but a dead fish. Christ; if she gave head only half as well as you did it would be wonderful." He turned back around the desk and again sat down in the huge swivel chair. There, he looked up to Glendora. "Well?" he said somewhat impatiently.
She managed to pull herself back to reality. "You did like it?" she said.
"Of course, I shot off, didn't I?"
"And you will talk to the board?"
"The board?"
"About remaining all girl."
"Hell no," he said. "I'm not going to let the school sacrifice all that income just because of you sucking my nuts off."
"But you said-"
"I didn't say shit, Miss Adams. It was you who said you'd do anything. You just did. Thanks and goodbye."
"I could report-"
He leaned back in the chair, looked directly at her and smiled. "Don't bullshit me, you cocksucking cunt. Who the hell are you going to report to? I'm the president of the fucking board, remember? Now get your ass out of here and see if you can keep yourself out of trouble. Hell, you enjoyed it. Think of all the hard young cocks you can get your hands on if we do go coed!"
Shocked, stunned, dejected, Glendora Adams turned from Norton Concort's study and dejectedly walked through the long hall to the front door.
As she let herself out, she tried to think of any other means of achieving her goal. It wasn't, however, until she was halfway across the playing fields on her way back to her apartment when what she thought was a brilliant plan struck her. It was so clear, so obvious, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before.