'I know.' The girl had rolled on her side now but she was still naked from the waist down. She was obviously very sad.
'And I couldn't let you risk getting pregnant.'
Cathy shook her head.
'But-' Glendora hesitated for a long moment as she looked deliberately into the girl's blue eyes.
'I could show you how to have all the cake you wanted and eat it too, if you know what I mean.'
'You could?' A wide smile lit the girl's face as Glendora sat down beside her on the bed.
The older woman laid one palm on Catherine's right breast and looked at her deliberately. 'You said you liked your titties rubbed, didn't you?'
Catherine seemed confused, perplexed. 'I.-'
'It feels good, doesn't it?' Glendora purred.
'But I-'
'Promise you won't say a word,' Glendora sighed, 'and I'll show you things that no boy can ever show you.'
'You will?'
'Didn't I make your hurt better?'
'Yes, but-'
Glendora's fingers were deftly in the buttons of the tiny girl's white blouse. Like the wings of twin hummingbirds they flew down the girl's torso from one button to the next until all of them had slipped easily through their holes. An instant later, her skilled fingers darted behind the girl's body, found the clasp, and unhooked her brassiere.
Catherine Gyle lay naked on Glendora's bed. The only item of clothing covering her in any way was the bunched plaid fabric of her skirt, crumpled like a lumpy sash around her waist.
Glendora looked down to the girl's tiny body. 'You're beautiful,' she said as her hand again reached out and this time touched the bare flesh of one firm breast.
The girl shuddered as Glen began to stroke the flesh.
'Oh, so beautiful,' Glen said.
Catherine looked Glen directly in the eyes. She placed one of her hands on top of that of her teacher.
'Oh, Miss Adams,' she sighed.
'What is it, Cathy?'
'Oh, Miss Adams… please do me. Please. I'm so horny!'
Glen looked down at the pretty young girl and let her eyes roam over the pale flesh of her perfect little body. 'Don't worry, darling,' she assured her. 'This will be the greatest thing you have ever felt in your entire life.'
Chapter 3
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.
