'What do you mean?'
'I mean, you want that goddamned funny farm to remain all-girl. I know that. I just hope you're not trying to pull a fast one on me-you know try to give me a little tongue job when you don't know shit about it-just to get your way with the academy.'
This time, Glen smiled. 'Believe me,' she said, 'I'm not amateur. We're going to have the best time you ever imagined… that, I guarantee.'
She was as good as her word. Just over an hour later the two young women registered in a motel near Carterville under assumed names. The minute they were inside their room and the door closed behind them, Glen turned to Brigette, laced her arms around the young woman's back, and pulled her full sensuous lips toward her own.
All guilt, shyness, and embarrassment were suddenly gone. Brigette responded with eager arousal. Her lips parted, her tongue snaked out to twine with Glen's as her firm young breasts pressed tightly against the teacher's own.
As their lips pressed hard on each other, as their hot eager tongues twined and explored the delicate flesh, their hands teased and savored and explored their slender, voluptuous bodies.
Glen slipped her barely controllable fingers under Brigette's blouse, and with palms placed firmly yet gently against the young woman's hot flesh, moved her hands upward until they were able to cup the undersides of full, smooth breasts, then jutting, erect nipples.
Brigette sighed. 'God,' she gasped as she released her lips from Glendora's mouth and leaned back to savor every thrill of the teacher's touch on her breasts, 'you don't know what it's like to get your knockers rubbed like that after so long.'
Glen eased her to the motel room's single huge bed, and there gently seated her as she began to unbutton the four buttons of the silken blouse. A moment later, Brigette Concort was naked to the waist.
Glendora stood over her admiring the firm, perfect beauty of two marvelous breasts.
'You like them?' Brigette asked as she cupped her own long-fingered hands under the mounds of warm flesh and lifted their pink nipples upward to point at the teacher.
Glendora was slipping out of her own clothing-first her blouse, then her bra, then her skirt and panties, and finally her garter belt and stockings, until she stood beside the bed totally nude.
'Go ahead,' she told Brigette. 'Strip. I want to see you naked. Then I'll show you something your precious Willard can't do.'
Eagerly, Brigette rose and slipped out of her skirt. Glen noticed that she had not been wearing panties and commented on the fact.
'Sure,' Brigette told her. 'You know what I do sometimes, just for the hell of it? I'll come into Huntingford and have lunch at a restaurant and all the time I'm eating, I'll have Willard in me doing his stuff. Christ, sometimes I come off five or six times just over lunch.'
'Come here,' Glen said as she pulled the younger woman's naked flesh tightly to her own and again let her lips make firm, demanding contact with Brigette's. As she pushed Brigette's beautiful form back against the bed's pillows, she let her hand roam over the firm flesh of the younger woman's abdomen and tentatively let her fingers explore the edges of silken pubic hair covering the seat of her passion.
Her lips and tongue explored every hot nerve of Brigette's mouth before releasing their pressure and sliding over chin and neck and shoulders on a downward pattern.
'Jesus!' Brigette gasped as Glen's lips slid over the firm tops of her breasts and teased near, but not yet on, hot erectile nipples. 'God, that feels good. I've been so fucking horny for so goddamned long, you don't know what it's like.'
Cupping it in both of her hands, Glen drew Brigette's left l*east to her hot lips, and with maddening slowness, she let her hot tongue snake out to make sensuous contact with the eager flesh.
The younger woman shuddered in delight and in anticipation of even more intense delights as Glen sucked the nipple deep into her mouth, ran her tongue over it, and flicked it gently to hard erect arousal.
As she did so, she slipped her fingers through the silken tuft of Brigette's pubic hair ever nearer to what she was sure would be a wet and open sexual channel eagerly awaiting the caress of her fingers and her tongue.
Finally, she touched widely open vaginal lips wet with the dew of passion. She snaked one finger upward, exploring gently for the pliable knob of the clitoris, as her lips sucked on the other knob of the nipple above.
'Jesus Christi' Brigette gasped. 'That feels so… so fucking good!'
Glen found the clitoris, flicked it once with her finger, and then began a slow, insistent pattern of arousal. Up from below-gently around-over the almost throbbing top-then down again to slide deeply into the wet channel of passion before again pushing up, over and around.
As she sucked Brigette's large left nipple and played her finger at will in the hot, moist flesh of the younger woman's widely opened vagina, Glendora forgot all about Northrup Academy-all about the young and innocent girls she had seduced and whose bodies she had twined with her own. There was nothing for her but the intensity of the pleasure of now. It was as if she and Brigette Concort were one single, throbbing flesh, com posed of nothing but erotic nerves demanding more and more intense pleasure, until it could not help but spasm to total mind and soul-shattering release.
As she sucked and licked and manipulated, Glen became even more excited by the impassioned twistings and writhings of Brigette's slender body. The young woman turned this way and that; she arched her hips the better to maintain the pressure of her sexual nerves against Glendora's hand; and she gasped and sighed out in unrestrained abandon.
'That's good!' she gasped. 'Jesus, that's so fucking good! God, if Norton would only finger-fuck me once in a while, I might even forgive him. God, like that. Just like that!'
Glendora lifted her lips from Brigette's large breast, and with her fingers still playing a maddening rhythm within the hot flesh of the board president's wife, she looked down at her childlike, kittenish face.
Brigette's eyes were wide open. She was smiling through clenched teeth as she looked down to where Glen's fingers were making hard contact with her eager wet flesh.
'I like to look,' she said. 'I don't know why I never made it with a woman before. God, you really know how to give a hand job, don't you?'
'I know more than that,' Glendora insinuated.
Brigette smiled her feline smile. 'Yeah,' she sighed. 'Go down on me. Know something?'
Glendora shook her head.
'I've heard all the stories, but I'll tell you the truth. I'm twenty-five years old-would you believe it-and I've never had my pussy eaten.'
Glendora was so shocked she almost stopped moving her finger within the younger woman's hot flesh. 'I can't believe it,' she said.
'No shit,' Brigette told her. 'I told you, I'm really square as an alphabet block. A couple of fast hicks in high school and college-you know, whizz bam and I'm fucking lucky even to get the goddamned thanks. Then, hurrah for asshole Norton, and I'm married to the chauvinist-to-end-all-chauvinists. Christ, that son of a bitch wouldn't think of sticking his finger in me. I'm lucky if I get cock once a year, and as for going down-forget it.'
Glendora looked from her partner's feline face, down over firm full breasts to slender waist, then flaring hips. She stared at the soft tuft of auburn pubic hair surrounding the sexual trench in which two of her own long fingers were gently playing with Brigette's clitoris knob. 'You're beautiful,' she whispered.
'Yeah,' the younger woman sighed. 'And horny as hell, too.'
'It's almost as if you were a virgin.'
'A what?'
'I mean, nobody's ever gone down on you.'
'That's right.'
Glendora slid slightly down on the bed. She removed her hand from Brigette's groin, and with slow and deliberate movements, spread the younger woman's long, beautifully proportioned legs and rolled between them so that she was on her stomach looking directly at the widely spread pink lips of swollen vagina.
Gently, she reached out with both hands and spread the labia even wider with her thumbs, until she could see the configuration of every fold of flesh before her. Only after she had feasted her eyes to a State of visual glut did she lean forward, and, with slow, exacting deliberation, extend her tongue to make first oral contact with
