"Oh, come off it," Brigette said. "I know Norton. Believe me, I know the prick. That's all he ever thinks of. All he wants is a blow job. Do you know I've been married to that son of a bitch for three years and all he's ever wanted is head, head, head. Shit, I don't think he even knows what a pussy's for. Do you know something? It's so unfucking bad with that cock-suckee that I have to carry Willard with me all the time."
"Willard?" Glen was genuinely puzzled about the beautiful young woman's behavior.
Brigette Concort reached into the purse she had placed beside her chair, and without any trace of embarrassment, extracted a long cylindrical electrical vibrator. She placed the machine on the table between them. "I call it Willard," she said. "Frankly, I'm a pretty horny girl, Glendora, and frankly too, I don't much care for sucking cock all the time. At a place like Northrup, believe me I'd go off my noodle without Willard here. Don't tell me you've never used one of these gismos to get yourself a come?"
Glen shook her head.
Brigette stared at her again in her strange way which seemed so like a bold appraisal. This time, for the first time, Glen sensed something about the young woman which she had either ignored or refused to notice before.
"It must be tragic." She could almost feel her voice trembling.
"What?"
"I mean being married to a man like Norton Concort-a man so selfish-so inconsiderate."
"He's a prick."
"But never getting any real satisfaction except with-" She let her eyes fall to the table where the electrical machine lay, then raised them to see the pert thrust of Brigette's nipples against the silken fabric of her white blouse.
"Willard's okay," Brigette said. "Believe me he's better than nothing?"
"But," Glen was staring pointedly into Brigette's hazel eyes, "there are other ways of satisfaction… " She slid her hand across the table top so that her fingertips were barely touching those of her companion.
Brigette Concort narrowed her catlike eyes. Her full, little girl mouth formed into a pout, then widened to a sensual grin. "Shit," she said at length.
Glendora was suddenly frightened. Suddenly she felt she had overplayed herself, that Brigette had taken offense at her half overture and would betray what had, despite her numerous affairs with the students, been a secret. "Of course," she managed, "I didn't mean-"
Brigette's grin widened. "Bullshit," she said. She shrugged her shoulders. "Hell, I'm sort of flattered, if you want to know the truth. I've never made it with another woman before. I've been real normal all my life. You know, a couple of half-assed fucks in high school and college and then Norton came along. He balled me once or twice but then settled down to his cocksucking compulsion. Shit, I've been playing with myself so fucking long I'd be glad of anything."
"You mean it?" Glendora said.
"Of course I mean it," Brigette said. She put the vibrator back in her purse, left sufficient money on the table to pay for their tea and a generous tip, and led Glen out to the main Street again.
"Come in my car," she said. "We can't rent a room in this hick village. Everyone here knows everyone at the academy. I'll drive you over to Carterville. We'll shack up at a motel there and nobody will be the wiser."
The two women started to walk with determined paces down the Street toward where Brigette Concort had parked her car. Almost there, the board president's wife turned abruptly to Glendora and stopped.
"You're not bullshitting me, I hope," she demanded.
"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 Brigette.
The younger woman's scream might have been a cry of agony. Her hips thrashed in abandoned pleasure. Her back arched and her long-nailed fingers laced themselves into Glendora's ebony hair in a desperate effort to pull her even tighter than she already was to her moist, pulsating flesh.
"Yeah!" Brigette cried out through clenched teeth. "Eat it! Suck my clit like that! Jesus! Like that! Oh, honey, eat me good!"
Glendora cupped her hands under the younger woman's thrashing buttocks, pulled the wet sexual flesh tightly to her eager mouth, and licked and sucked with a passion she had rarely if ever felt before. She was not even surprised when after only a few seconds of such treatment Brigette spasmed violently, cried out again, and rocked with the throes of orgasm.
"Jesus!" she kept crying out. "Jesus, I'm coming. I'm coming apart."
Finally, the board president's wife lay back, exhausted by the length and intensity of her release. She was panting heavily, but her eyes were open and a huge smile spread her sensuous lips.
"Goddamn," she sighed in complete contentment. "When you give head you really know what you're doing."
Sex finished for the moment, Glendora's mind again returned to the major all consuming issue. She couldn't tolerate even the thought of having the academy become coeducational.
"You'll talk to him?" she said.
"What?"
"To Mr. Concort," Glen said, as she rubbed one hand gently over the silken flesh of Brigette's rising and falling breasts.
"Oh, about the coed deal?"
"Yes." She ran one finger in lazy temptation around the younger woman's left nipple.
"Look," Brigette said, "I may be young and naive, but I'm no dummy. You like eating pussy, don't you?"
"I like licking yours."
"Don't give me bullshit. You're a Lez. I know why you want the school to stay the way it is. You'll have all those hot and horny girls all to yourself-"
"That's not-"
"Don't bullshit me. Hell, suppose I did talk to Norton? Suppose I told him I'd suck his cock any time he wanted and the school stayed where it is? Shit. I'd get nothing out of it I'd have a mouth full of meat all the time and you'd be getting your jollies with the whole fucking student body. The hell with it"
"You don't understand," Glendora said.
"I understand plenty," Brigette said. "You want your pussy and to eat it, too. If I go along with you, I'll get nothing. Shit, I won't even get screwed."
"Brigette, I'd eat you any time. Believe me, I'd do anything for you."
The younger woman seemed to be considering the situation for a moment before she reached out, and very gently, slipped one of her own fingers between the already moist folds of Glendora's sexual opening. She explored for a moment until she found the throbbing knob of the older woman's clitoris.
"Feel good?" she asked.
Glendora sighed. She had to force herself back to the main issue. "Please," she said. "Talk to him."
"All right," Brigette said, as she again flicked her finger against Glen's hot knob of passion, "but under one condition."
"Anything-"
"That you eat me anytime I want."
"Sure," Glendora said. "Sure."
Brigette flicked her finger again. "But for right now, Glen," she said, "I want to show you a few tricks of my own."