The following afternoon, Glendora was somewhat surprised to receive a call from Norton Concort. He asked her to come to his house as soon as she could. As she prepared herself to cross campus, Glendora's mind reeled with speculative thoughts.
Had he found out about her affair with his wife in Carterville? Perhaps Brigette had talked to him about the coeducational issue. Maybe he had decided to change his mind. Either way, Glendora knew her meeting with the President of the Board of Directors was going to be an important one.
Just how important, she could not know.
When she arrived at the administrator's house, Concort himself opened the door for her and led her, not as she had expected into his office at the end of the hall, but into a spacious living room. He offered her a seat and asked if she wanted a cup of coffee.
She accepted. He left the room for a moment and then returned, and, silently, mysteriously, waited until his wife entered carrying a silver tray and a coffee service.
Only after the beautiful young woman had poured them all coffee and was seated opposite Glendora with her long legs crossed did Norton Concort clear his throat significantly and begin to talk.
"I suppose you know, Miss Adams," he said pointedly, "that one does not become the president of the board of a school as large and important as this one by being a complete dodo."
"Of course," she nodded.
"Over the last few days, Miss Adams, I have put two and two together and come up with a pretty fucking astronomical total."
"I don't quite-"
"Shut up!" His hard black eyes seemed to bore into her own for a long moment before his thin lips lifted in a cold smile. "We are going to discuss a little arrangement which I intend to propose namely that you and Brigette here and I form-how shall I call it-a sexual alliance. She doesn't like to suck cock, but you don't seem to mind. Also, she wants her pussy worked over and I object."
Glendora Adams leapt to her feet with an almost unbelievable show of thorough indignation. "Mr. Concort," she snapped, "I've never heard of anything so-so outrageous-so-"
"Oh, sit down, Miss Adams." His voice was slow-exasperated. "You must really take me for a fool. Naturally, I don't have the facts in statistical form or the signed statements of any participants or witnesses, but it's pretty clear to me just why you want the academy to remain as it is."
Glendora could not help blushing. Her entire body, from the soles of her feet to the roots of her hair, was flushed crimson and tingling with the added flow of embarrassed blood she could not control.
"You're a dyke," Concort announced. "You're afraid if we get some hard young cock on campus here, you'll lose all that teen-age pussy."
"No… I-"
"Look, Miss Adams, don't bullshit me. All I have to do is interview the girls, threaten them with expulsion and I'll get their confessions. Hell, if he weren't so ass happy and crazy to birch them, I'd even let Dean Lydecker get the confessions for me."
"You wouldn't-"
"That's not the point," he told her. "The point is I could. Unless, that is, you are willing to cooperate."
"I hardly think-"
"Listen, you stupid bitch, I do the thinking here. All you have to know is that, first of all, I'm goddamned sure you've been scarfing some prime pussy here on campus and that I'll get the proof of it if I have to. Further, if I get the proof you'll be out on your ass for a moral degenerate. How the fuck do you think that will look on your record? Also, I'm pretty sure you and Brigette here had something going yesterday or she wouldn't have brought up the coed issue. It's just a matter of two plus two, Miss Adams. You're a dyke, but you suck cock. I like my cock sucked and Brigette here wants to get some jollies of her own. As I said before, Miss Adams, what's a little head among friends?"
"You're really serious, aren't you?" Glendora said.
"Of course I'm serious."
"And the academy, you'll keep it all-girl?"
"Like shit I will," he snapped. "I told you, we need the money."
Glendora was hopelessly beaten. Her entire hitureseemed hopelessly placed under Norton Concoft's cruel heel. She glanced to Brigette sitting almost primly across the room, her long slender legs crossed provocatively, her feline features almost, but not quite, sparkling in amused anticipation.
"Well?" Concort demanded.
"I don't have much choice, do I?" Glendora said.
He ignored the question. Without further ceremony, he walked to the room's single large window which overlooked the campus playing fields and pulled the cord to draw the drapes. "Let's just forget the goddamned ceremony," he told them. "Strip out of your clothes and let's see what we can organize."
He watched as his wife and Glendora slowly removed their outer garments, letting them puddle in little pools of feminine fabric on the room's thick carpet. The two women hesitated before removing their underthings, but with only slight urging Norton Concort was able to see them both standing naked before him, waiting for his next command.
He looked from the lush body of his young wife to the slender, large-breasted form of the slightly older dormitory mistress. He let his eyes roam from firm breasts down over smooth abdomens to pubic hair. He stared at Glen Adams' tuft of ebony sexual fur, and then to the more familiar triangular patch of auburn topping his wife's channel of passion.
"You're a couple of sexy cunts," he told them. "I wonder if you've really made it with each other or not. Hell, I don't give a shit one way or the other. Brigette."
The young woman smiled almost obediently, although her eyes sparkled with mischievous anticipation. "Yes, darling?"
"You wanted your pussy licked. Here's your chance. She's a fucking dyke. She'll go down on you and give you all the head you want. Get over on the couch and lie down."
Obediently, Brigette Concort did what she was told. She walked to the couch, lay on her back, and raised her left leg to the back of the sofa so that her sexual parts were easily accessible.
"Well," Concort snapped to Glendora. "There's your fucking hair pie. Eat it!"
Glendora looked to Brigette's beautiful body lying on the couch. She ran her eyes over the young breasts, slender waist, and flaring, feminine hips punctuated by the silken tuft of auburn pubic hair in the center of which she could see the line of already dampening pink vaginal flesh. For a moment she hesitated, feeling perhaps embarrassed, perhaps shy about performing a sexual act so intimate in front of Norton Concort. But her hesitation only lasted an instant. Desire, and memory of the sweet moments she and Brigette had savored the day before overcame her. She crossed to the couch and smiling down to her female companion, climbed on her knees, her head between Brigette's thighs, and leaned forward to savor the flesh of love and the sweet nectar of abandon spread before her.
Norton Concort had, through choice, limited his sexual experience. For years he had been associated with Northrup Academy in an administrative capacity and, undoubtedly because he was constantly in the presence of tempting, sensuous and desirable teenage girls, had suffered inhibitions. He was afraid of the possible consequences of seducing any of the students, and as a result, had formed a mental barrier against sexual intercourse itself. This block, in turn, had made him almost compulsive in his desire for any other form of sexual satisfaction.
Now in his mid-thirties, he considered himself fixed in his habits. He had never seen two women. enjoy their bodies sexually and he believed he would never want any sexual release other than that reached after having his member licked and sucked by a woman.
But, as he watched Glendora's eager oral ministrations to his wife's most delicate parts-as he listened to Brigette's sighs and gasps of abandoned pleasure-is he stared at the twisting naked feminine flesh of the two women on the couch-Norton Contort had second thoughts about the rigidity of his sexual pattern.
They were both beautiful women in their own separate ways, he thought, and the sight of them writhing there, thrilling each other before his very eyes, aroused him in a way in which he had never been aroused before.
He looked from his wife's smiling, passion-etched face, over her jiggling firm breasts, down to Glendora's dark-haired head which seemed to be rolling, or bobbing up and down against Brigette's ticking hips. He let his eyes roam lazily up Glendora's back to the arched curve of her flaring hips and buttocks.
From where he stood, Norton Concort could see the slit in the middle of Glen's Venus mound, the soft tuft of dark hair surrounding it, and above it, the pink star of her anus. The sight thrilled and excited him. He could feel the hot flush of erectile blood in his groin, the surge of throbbing excitadon rushing to his penis.
His mouth dropped involuntarily open. His lips began to tremble, and like a man in some soft of a drug-induced or religious trance, he began to fumble with his belt and then his fly. In rapid, yet still somehow mechanical gestures, he removed his clothing, stepped out of his trousers and under drawers, and stood in the center of the room trembling with a strange new kind of lust as he watched the two women on the couch.
Brigette had her eyes closed now. She was gasping and sighing in abandoned pleasure more intense than Norton had ever seen with any woman. She was sighing and whispering, "Eat it, Glen. Eat my pussy. Make me come… "
Glendora Adams was like a machine of pleasure determined to push Brigette through the door to paradise, no matter how long it might take. Her head seemed riveted to Brigette's groin-her tongue the very nail which held the two women tightly together, no matter how suddenly or violently they moved in response to the pleasure each was giving to and taking from the other.
Norton's gaze war hypnotically fixed on Glendora's lifted, naked buttocks-on her exposed labia, and on the pink dot of anus above them. He grasped his now rock-hard member in his right hand and like a man mesmerized, took one step closer to the couch.
"Oh, God," his wife gasped. "Jesus! That feels so fucking good!"
"Yeah," Norton heard himself say. "Scarf it. Eat that whole goddamn cunt, baby. Just eat it all."
He moved his hand back and forth on his hard shaft without quite realizing what he was doing. On trembling legs, he managed to take another step closer to the couch. He stood beside the two women, playing with his penis as he watched their orgy of Lesbian passion. His mouth still hung open and a little bit of drool slipped from the corner. He could not take his eyes away from Glendora's easily moving buttocks or the dot of aposedanus centered there,
"Ass," he mumbled as he fondled his eagerly throbbing member. "Jesus, what a fucking beautiful ass."
Like a child reaching out to pat a beloved dog, he extended his left hand as he rubbed the palm over the smooth, gently moving flesh of Glendora's behind. His fingers savored the even, silken texture as his eyes riveted themselves on the anus.
"Beautiful" he murmured as he continued to play with himself. "Beautiful asshole."
His wife was still gasping in pleasure. Her hands now pulled at the ebony hair of Glendora's head, trying if possible to bring it even closer to her hotly aroused sexual parts.
Glendora never ceased her ministrations as she licked the wet flesh and savored the sweet juices of Brigette's passion.
Norton Concort's left hand continued to stoke Glendora's buttocks as his right pumped back and forth along the length of his penis, until, like a man suddenly snapped from the effect of a trance, he stopped. He blinked his eyes twice as if coming to the full consciousness of his surroundings. He was naked. So were the two women on the couch.
He held his hard eager penis in his hand and was staring at Glendora Adams' anus.
"Goddamn it!" he said aloud. Then, "Fucking dyke." He laughed as he climbed on the couch behind Glendora and positioned himself mere inches away from her. "You bet your ass!" he cried as he lunged forward.
So intent was she on the succulent flesh before her eager mouth-the sweet taste of erectile clitoris, the soft pressure of opening and responding labia-that Glendora was totally unaware of the fact that Norton Concort was still in the room, let alone that he had stripped himself of all clothing but shoes and socks and had advanced toward the couch. She was even unaware of his fingers caressing her buttocks or of the fact that he had climbed onto the sofa behind her until she first felt the pressure of his throbbing penis against her anus.
By that time, however, it was too late for her to move away from the surging, hard thrust of rockhard hot flesh that slipped into her like the shaft of a spear ripping her colon apart.
She cried out in shock and violation, released her lips from Brigette's vagina and tried to squirm away from the hot flesh on which she was impaled.
"No!" she cried out. "Oh, God no… don't… "
His hands slipped under her, cupped her jiggling breasts in their hot palms, and kneaded the soft flesh with cruel fingers.
"Fuck you!" he gasped. "Fuck you, you goddamned dyke!"
His hard flesh dug into her, withdrew and slammed hard again within her slowly responding body. She was shocked to find that after the initial thrust, all pain was gone. A strange sensation-almost of sensual pleasure-began to fill her as he thrust and withdrew his member within her-as his hands kneaded the flesh of her breasts.
A sense almost of euphoria swept over her as she lowered her lips again to the succulent flesh before her.
Brigette gasped, "Oh, don't go… don't leave it. Eat me, honey. Eat my pussy."
Her husband slammed his member back and forth within Glendora's hot colon as he continued to cry out "Fucking dyke! I'm fucking you, cunt. I'm fucking you right in the ass!"
Under her mouth, Brigette began to move more spasmodically. Her hips ticked with greater abandon. Her sighs and gasps became more frequent Glendora could feel the twisting passion of the younger woman's fingers in her hair as she desperately tried to pull the pleasure of tongue and mouth even deeper into the moist folds of eager flesh being so thoroughly aroused.
Behind her, Norton was grunting now. His cruel fingers were clawing into Glendora's breasts, but the sensations of. sheer pleasure surging through her overwhelmed any pain she might have been capable of feeling.
Then-at the exact same instant-she felt Brigette snap into the throes of total orgasm as the hot spurt of Norton's ejaculation sent a molten spray of rapture to explode within her. So overwhelming was her sensation that she too seemed to snap from the very fibers of her being, spin in a mad dash to the very apex of the world, and there join the stars and. the comets in pleasure so abandoned it could only be reserved for the mythical gods of yesteryear.
The orgasm rippled and ripped through them, shuddering every nerve of each one of them.
"Holy shit!" Brigette cried out. "Goddamn! I'm coming… I'm coming… "
"Fuck!" Norton gasped as he thrust his masculine shaft deeply into Glendora and pulled her body tight to his spasming hips. "Oh, sweet fuck in the ass!"
Only Glendora herself remained silent. The sensations swirling through her were so overpowering, so totally encompassing she could think of nothing but the pressure within her and the hot moist flesh before her.
She continued to suck on Brigette's pulsating clitoris as, without even realizing it, she, squirmed her buttocks tightly against Norton Concort's pulsating hips.
The three of them gasped and thrashed and twisted and sighed until, exhausted, drained, satiated, they collapsed on the sofa, three naked, panting forms each of whom had enjoyed a sexual experience both vivid and unique.
For Brigette, it had been the sensation of feeling Glendora's tongue and lips lovingly sucking and caressing her sexual parts as she had opened her eyes and see if the man she had once loved above her thrusting into Glendora's behind. The combination of female lips and the vision of Norton had been so moving that Brigette's orgasm was almost bone-shattering in its intensity.
For Glendora, the sensation of having a real mm's penis inside her was one she could not really describe. She was shocked to admit to herself that Norton's hard flesh had felt-yes-good. It was especially good because its sensation in her colon had been complemented by the sweet taste of Brigette's labia under her mouth and the thrill of feeling Brigette shudder into violent orgasm as a result of her tongue's ministrations.
For Norton Concort the sensation was possibly the most unique. Because of his fear of the consequences, he had avoided the students at the academy and had as a result become neurotic in his avoidance of contact with any vagina. He had never thought he could gain such total pleasure by inserting his member in a woman's anus. Yet the thrill of grabbing Glendora Adams' huge breasts in both his hands as he ejaculated into the hot channel of her insides was one he had never thought possible.
"Goddamn," he rasped as he lay back on the couch. "That was the greatest fucking sensation I ever felt in my life."
Almost absently, Glendora Adams reached over and grasped his softening penis in her left hand. "You liked it?"
"You're goddamned right," he sighed.
"We could do that again," she teased.
"I know. I know," he said impatiently. "You'll do any fucking thing I like if only I vote to keep the academy all-girl."
"Yes," she admitted. "I want that. You know I want that."
But somehow, her voice lacked the tone of conviction he had heard when the matter had been discussed on previous occasions.