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.'
