tuft of Sissy Mason's pubic hair. She lifted her head slightly and slipped one of her pillows under it so as to better to view the sexual prize immediately before her. Sissy's flesh was almost pink and Glendora could see that even though the girl was not aggressive, she was still extremely eager. The outer labia were already slightly parted, like the petals of a succulent rose opening to the first glow of morning sun. They were touched by drops of clear moisture which, Glen knew, had already lubricated the girl's inner flesh, preparing it for the coming pleasure which would soon consume it.
Glen wanted to savor the ultimate experience as long as she possibly could. As she felt the first delicate, yet insistent flick of Catherine's tongue tentatively licking her own outer flesh, a shiver of anticipation rippled through her. Very slowly, she slipped both her hands behind Sissy's firm young buttocks and drew the girl's groin gently closer to her eager mouth as she arched her hips slightly to meet Cathy's tongue.
Like a movie picture in slow motion, the three bodies came ever closer to one another so that, at exactly the same instant, Glen's full lips met the soft wet flesh of Sissy's eager young girlhood, and Catherine's more demanding, more aggressive tongue darted into the teacher's hot cauldron of passion. It was a flame licking ever upward, until its hot searing fire finally made consuming contact with Glen's already tingling clitoris.
Above her, Glen could hear Sissy sigh in ecstasy as she felt the soothing arousal of the teacher's lips and tongue within her eager pink flesh. Glen, too, could not help sighing in pleasure as Catherine cupped her eager little hands under her buttocks and drew her hips tighter to her aggressive mouth.
Her hips were ticking involuntarily now and her tongue was caressing Sissy's knob of pleasure with instinctual frenzy as she felt the first beginnings of a faraway orgasm that she knew from experience would come to fulfillment slowly, yet with a consuming thoroughness which would wrack her entire being with the intensity of a volcanic eruption.
From far away, she felt tiny nerve endings begin to tingle in expectation. Her lips felt the wet caress of Sissy's now responding genitals. Her hands cupped the firm flesh of the girl's buttocks as, on her own hips, she could feel Cathy's skilled hands caressing her mons, pressing her flesh down against her lips and tongue, then up again so that the erectile clitoris was being stimulated by both tongue and the pressure of the hot wet flesh surrounding it.
Like a great runaway machine-a shooting star, a wild animal on a headlong fling to oblivion-Glen knew what was about to come. She dreaded it in part, for she sensed that the sheer intensity of her release would drive her to the very brink of insanity. Yet she could not stop. She was a woman utterly driven by the compulsions within her. She clawed her long, now almost brutal fingers into Sissy's firm buttocks. She arched her hips to receive the flicking ministrations of Catherine's frantically darting tongue, and, from deep within her, she felt the first twanging vibrations of subtle nerve endings, as a long, slow, rolling tidal wave of orgasm began.
Where it started she would never be sure. How it touched every part of her she could never know. But it surged from fingertips and toes to groin, over her stomach and breasts. It was in her heart, her brain, her very soul, flowing like a great giant of pleasure, crowding Out reality-mushrooming like the blast of an atomic explosion-soaring like the propulsion of a rocket which would send it to the farthest reaches of the universe and perhaps even beyond.
Her nails were actually clawing into Sissy's flesh now. She felt the girl snap against her mouth. The pressure of pink labia and the involuntary throbbings of her clitoris were against Glen's mouth at the same moment her own body shuddered almost as if in a death throes. She gasped but could not let go of the flesh under her lips and tongue. Above her, she felt Sissy's body shudder at the same time as wave after wave of infinite pleasure rolled over and through them both. Yet neither could stop pressing against the other, and Cathy, who also could feel the throes of orgasm rolling over her teacher's body like the after-jolts of an earthquake, kept flicking her hot tongue against the older woman's pulsating, orgasming clitoris.
Again and again the sea of pleasure rolled over her, drowning every thought, every emotion, under a million fathoms of indescribable ecstasy. Her very being seemed to be a part of the flesh pressing against her face-a part of the face pressing against her flesh and into her body.
Again she shuddered with the unbelievable thrill of it, as she could feel Sissy shudder as well.
Finally, it was-or at least she thought it was- over. The pleasure's intensity slowed. The peaks and troughs of orgasm became fewer and farther apart. Yet occasionally, one tiny hint of ecstasy would scurry through her, until at last she lay exhausted, and Sissy fell in a satiated heap beside her.
Gently, with a slowness that was itself intensely erotic, Cathy removed her mouth from Glen's open vagina. The three of them relaxed on the bed, panting in exhausted satisfaction for several long moments, until finally Glen opened her eyes. She looked down the length of the bed to where Cathy lay and noticed that the girl had one of her fingers pressed against her groin and that she was slowly, deliberately masturbating herself.
'What are you doing?' Glen asked. Immediately she felt somewhat foolish. It was quite obvious what the girl was doing.
'Just getting my come,' Cathy said matter-of-factly. 'I mean, you both hit the big one. Now it's my turn.'
'You don't have to do it that way, you know.'
'I know,' Cathy said. 'Only I like to. I like to feel my cut and come off this way.'
Glen was somewhat surprised. It shocked her that the young girl seemed to know far more about sex than she should. She knew far more in fact than Glendora herself.
Still with her finger moving gently within the wet folds of her vagina, Cathy slid higher on the bed until she was lying between Sissy and Glendora.
'You know what I like,' she said at length.
'What?' Glen asked.
'Suck my titties, both of you. Do that while I'm frigging myself and I'll really come off.'
Glen and Sissy snuggled closer to Catherine. Each one looped an arm over the girl's body as she took one of her nipples into her mouth. Glen on Catherine's right and Sissy on her left gently sucked and caressed breasts and nipples as Cathy herself continued her manipulations of her clitoris with ever increasing rapidity until her body shuddered and she gasped in total release.
Her reaction was thorough, but was over in an instant.
'God damn!' Cathy sighed. 'God damn, that was good. I only wish there was a guy here so I could be jerking him off at the same time.'
The mere thought of a male involved in their affair almost disgusted Glendora. She lifted her mouth from Cathy's right breast and pulled away from the young girl's lithe body. Again her mind focused on but one thought- the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. She had to stop it any way she could.
But she couldn't come to any sort of decision with the two girls in her bed. Even satiated by her release, there was something exciting about the two young, slender bodies that was overpoweringly distracting.
'You two had better get back to the dorm now,' she said at length. 'The other girls might begin to worry.'
Obediently, Sissy and Catherine got up and began to dress themselves again. What had just been completed might never have been. Once dressed, they were both perfect pictures of studious young girls just leaving a teacher's quarters after a proper tutoring session.
Glendora wished them both a good night as she saw them out, then closed the door and again turned inside her cozy apartment.
She had to stop the board of directors from going ahead with its plan, no matter what the cost to herself. Any sacrifice would be worth it.
Her mind reeled for some solution-any idea. Then, suddenly, it came to her. What was it Dean Lydecker had said to her about the president of the board-something about going to Mr. Concort himself?
That was the answer! She would go to Norton Concort personally. She would appeal to him in any way she could. She would agree to do anything, if only the academy would not become coeducational.
She walked to a small desk in the corner of her living room and from the top drawer took her personal telephone book. She flicked it open to 'C' and ran one long finger down the first page there until it stopped at the name Concort. He lived in a small house owned by the academy but located just outside the main campus across from the playing fields.
Glendora noted the number, lifted the telephone receiver, and began to dial.
