Ursala Updike
Students At Play

Chapter 1

The young girl moaned in shuddering ecstasy as Glendora Adams brushed her lips over the pale silken flesh of her inner thigh, Glen's tongue slipped out like sensuous fire. It teased almost to the soft tuft of golden pubic hair, then leapt like an electrical spark to the girl's other thigh.

Each time she turned her head from side to side, Glendora eased her lips closer-closer-to the already open and eager vagina just before her. Her hands gently caressed the girl's young, nubile body, savoring the sweet thrill of youthful flesh under their palms. As her tongue and lips caressed first the right thigh, then the left-as her breath sent zephyrs of delight scurrying through diaphanous pubic hair-her long-fingered hands savored the eager flesh of young hips and slender, almost childlike waist She inched upward, played her fingers over the girl's rib cage, and then, with a slow intensity and an insistent tenderness, she savored the touch of smooth flesh on the sides and underneath of the girl's pert upthrust breasts.

Her tongue licked higher on the girl's right thigh. This time, as she moved her head to the left, she arrested movement when her mouth was over her partner's channel of love.

Glendora took a deep breath and exhaled a warm stream of air directly into the girl's open and wet sexual slit.

Again the girl sighed in ecstasy as Glen moved her head once more to the left thigh. Now her long fingers were gently stroking the pink erectile nipples of the girl's breasts as her breath began to pant from her slender body.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh… good… oh… Miss Adams… "

Glendora teased the nubile young body with maddening patience. She was doing what she enjoyed doing most. She was teaching, indoctrinating, taking every necessary minute to introduce the girl with her to sexual pleasure so vibrant, so intense that she could never forget the lesson. And she was also teaching the student her own body, so that, with the knowledge of ecstasy imparted, she could eventually become teacher and Glendora could receive her own ecstatic pleasure from the once innocent virgin she now mentored.

Now her mission was one of slow, deliberate-complete arousal. She wanted the girl with her to tingle in every nerve, to come alive in the Sapphic delights she had brought to her this evening. Almost a full half hour before, she had begun her oral caress of the girl's legs. She had begun with the toes, licking each one, letting her eager tongue slip between each of them over and over again. She had tickled the soles of the girl's feet, run her lips and tongue slowly over her ankles and calves. She had licked and stroked every single nerve, making her student sigh and gasp in a pleasure she had never known-perhaps had never even thought possible.

Glen had licked her way up and over the calves, she had caressed the girl's knee and slipped her tongue behind those knees to caress the tender flesh there. She had kissed and licked as her long-fingered hands had stroked the girl's thighs, moving with maddening slowness ever upward-ever closer-to the temple of the young girl's capacity for pleasure.

Now she had almost arrived at her goal. Glen wanted to postpone the final moment of contact for as long as she possibly could. She wanted the girl to be in absolute thralldom to her caress. She would be the sexual master and the student her impassioned, powerless, craving slave.

She removed her hand from the girl's small upthrust breast, let it slip lingeringly over flat abdomen and hips. Now both her hands were on the girl's slender hips, their thumbs pointing to the silken tuft of golden pubic hair dotted with the drops of her sexual fluid which sparkled like diamonds, rubies, and silver dew in the flickering candlelight of the room.

Glendora lifted her head and looked directly at the beautiful young prize lying just before her eager get lips. The hair could have been, of spun gold, the labia were like the petals of a delicate pink rose, and beyond the wide and eager opening she could actually see the erectile button of the clitoris.

With a slight, erotic pressure of her thumbs, she gently pulled the damp flesh even wider apart. She savored the view for a long moment of eternity before slowly lowering her mouth to the feast of love she enjoyed so much.

The girl cried out in abandoned pleasure as Glen's tongue shot into her like a fiery celestial sword. She gasped again as Glen found the button of the clitoris and circled it gently.

"Oh… yes…" the girl gasped. Then, "Oh no… " Then, "Please, Miss Adams… Oh, my God…"

Glendora had her lips inside the girl's sexual opening now. They puckered around the long shaft of the clitoris as her hands slipped under the girl's firm, youthful buttocks to cup the warm flesh and pull it even dose, if possible, to her skilled and sensuous mouth.

She concentrated on her goal. She knew the girl under her hand never felt such extreme ecstasy- had probably never even experienced an organ This would be her first-wildly frightening, insanely ecstatic-a burst of pleasure so impossible it would drug her for the rest of her life.

Glen sucked on the erectile clit, drew it as deeply into the hot confines of her mouth as she could, and, with it there, allowed her tongue the sweet thrill of rolling lazily around the pencil-like tube.

Now, she could feel the girl's fingers lacing into the hair of her head. The hips beneath her mouth were moving involuntarily now, responding to the intensity of the sensations shooting through them with a growing abandon which was almost instinctual.

The girl pulled Glen's bead tighter to her wet pubis. Glen dug her nails into the firm flesh of the girl's buttocks and sucked and licked on the eager flesh of the clitoris, literally pulling it closer and closer toward a soul-shattering orgasm.

The room was a lemon dream of candlelight. The bed sheets were of smooth, erotic satin, and the music Glen had placed on her turntable drummed the insistent beat of the Bolero against the gasps and sighs of the two women twined in Sapphic abandon the bed.

"Oh, no…" the girl gasped again. "I can't… I… no… I don't want… "

Glen knew her student was experiencing the first rising certainty of full orgasm. She could fed the young girl rising, drawing ever closer to a release which would ultimately be so total it might even threaten to disrupt her sanity for as long as a full minute.

Still, she kept on licking her eager tongue up, then over, then around the sweet succulent button of the clitoris, deep within the hot, moist folds of the inner labia. Her fingers were almost brutal now as she clawed the girl's flesh tighter to her, and the girl herself responded by thrashing her hips in wild abandon against Glendora's mouth.

Then, Glen felt the first total snap of the girl's throbbing release. She cried out, thrust her hips almost brutally against Glen's mouth as the older woman felt the throbbing convulsions of spasm after spasm as multiple orgasm surged through the girl's body.

She continued to roll her hips and tongue around the pulsating shaft of the clitoris as the girl thrashed in abandoned madness under her touch. Again and again, she spasmed, gasping in inchoate ecstasy as she did so. She would cry out in half words, sigh, "Yes," then, "No," and swear as well.

The tics and spasms surged through her body like a tidal wave of mindless, soulless, all-powerful ecstasy, controlling her utterly with energy which seemed to come from the very heavens themselves.

Glen could feel the ripples of the girl's release surging through her own body. She became one with the entirety of the scene. She was no longer Glendora Adams, a lonely woman who had just celebrated her thirtieth birthday. She was in another dimension-mindless, bodyless. She was the incarnation of the girl's orgasm. She was one with the throbbing hips, the hypnotic beat of Ravel's music coming from the twin speakers. She was one with the girl's impassioned breathing and with the candlelight. One flesh-one body-one mind, one soul-one complete and beautiful madness…

The girl's pulsing spasms of release were slower now, spaced farther apart, yet they still rippled through her like the tides caused by a pebble dropped into the still water of a pond. Like those same ripples of water, they would continue forever, becoming smaller and smaller, seeming perhaps ultimately to disappear, yet always being there, constantly reminding the young girl that, even years from now, when she sought sexual release, she would crave for it like this, with Glendora or a woman like her arousing her totally and absolutely with lips and tongue.

The girl shuddered almost convulsively and then lay still. Her body was covered with a thin film of perspiration. Her tiny breasts heaved up and down with the expansion and contraction of lungs drawing great gulps of air into themselves.

Glendora still kept her mouth tightly pressed to the girl's wet sexual opening. Gently she continued to caress the hot flesh against her lips and tongue with a lover's soft concern.

Finally, she lifted her head and gazed down at the naked, exhausted girl beneath her.

Sissy Mason was at once unique and like a hundred others before her. She was beautiful in the pink, rosebud flush of childishness coupled with the bloom of adolescence still upon her. Her long blonde hair cascaded like moonlight from her head and flowed like a golden river over the satin sheets of Glen's huge double bed. Her lips were soft, and parted slightly. Her body had all the beauty of first physical maturity without any of the signs of age which would overtake it perhaps even before she ended her teens.

Sissy Mason was the latest in a long string of students at Northrup Academy who had been gratified by and had, in turn, gratified their history teacher and dormitory mistress, Miss Glendora Adams.

Glen looked down at the beautiful slender form of Sissy Mason for a long, luxurious moment before reaching out to touch again the smooth flesh of the girl's abdomen. Gently, she played the palm of one hand over the girl's stomach and up to caress the firm flesh of one pert breast.

Sissy opened her eyes. She was still having some difficulty breathing.

"Did it feel good?" Glen asked.

The girl seemed unable to speak for several seconds. Finally she drew in a shuddering breath and sighed. "I… I never thought…"

"Never thought what?" Glen asked.

"Never thought I… that… Oh, Miss Adams. It was so good… it felt… I can't even describe…"

"And there's more." Glen's hand stroked the again erect nipple of the girl's breast.

"More! I don't think I-"

"Oh, yes," Glen soothed. 'We will share love and pleasure for a long time, Sissy." Her fingers were like silken stimulators on the girl's already flushed breast. "There are many things to learn. I will teach you your body as you never knew your body to be. I will show you all the wonderful, sensuous ways it can be thrilled to ecstasy."

"Oh, Miss Adams, I-"

"Then, I will show you my body. I will teach you how to thrill and be thrilled."

"Miss Adams… I-"

Glen removed her hand from the girl's breast, then took both of Sissy's hands in hers to lift the girl to a sitting position. "But now, Sissy," she said, "you must go. You can't stay here. Go back to the dormitory and sleep in your own bed. We will share each other another time."

"But can't I-"

"No, Sissy." Glen's voice was firm. "You must not stay here. If anyone found out about this, you know what would happen. You would be expelled and I-well, I'm sure you can imagine."

The girl lowered her head sadly, and obediently' slid from the bed. She slipped into a pair of filled bikini panties and then into the more austere white blouse and plaid skirt which had for fifty years been the uniform of Northrup Academy. Finally she took the three books she had placed on the table in Glen's living room and started for the door.

Glen was still naked as the girl stopped at the door to the hail and smiled impishly. "Thanks for helping me with my studies," she said.

"Oh, my dear, you're very welcome. You know how happy I am to help in any way I can."

The girl pulled the door open, slipped quickly into the hail and closed it behind her.

Glen stood naked in the small, cozy living room of her apartment. She seemed bathed in the warmth of candlelight. On the turntable, the sensuous rhythm of Ravel's Bolero still played on and on.

She sighed. It was always this way the first time with one of the girls. She would minister to needs they didn't even know existed. She would bring them to arousal and full pleasure, then release; and then they would leave. Sometimes it took her two or three meetings before she could show them how to bring her to her own orgasm.

And always after a first experience with a new partner like Sissy, she would find herself feeling empty, incomplete, and terribly, terribly excited.

She trembled almost as if iii cold as she walked back to the bedroom and opened the door of her wardrobe. She stood staring at herself in the hill length mirror for some time.

She was still remarkably attractive even if she had just passed her thirtieth birthday, she thought. The slender, yet somehow strangely voluptuous reflection of her form stared back at her from the glass of the wardrobe mirror. In the soft glow of the candlelight, it seemed to have a sensuous, yet ghostlike quality, almost as if it were not a reflection of herself, not an image, but, in fact, another woman. This time she let her imagination soar forth on the wings of her excitation. Before her stood, not a child, but a mature sexual partner, her still beautiful and smooth face framed by a thundercloud of ebony hair, her full lips slightly parted, eager to give and take kiss after kiss, eager to savor the equally desirous flesh of her own body.

Glen let her eyes roam downward from full lips to firm jaw, over the pale flesh of her slender back, to her strong, yet softly feminine shoulders, and then to the large and still firm globes of her breasts. She stared at their long nipples appearing almost purple in the flickering light and then, almost as if she were acting as the subject of the image and the image itself were mesmerizing her, she lifted her hands. She let her palms caress her body, moving upward from firm, flaring hips, over her abdomen and up until she was cupping and caressing the flesh of her breasts.

She sighed as the tingling sensations of arousal began to ripple through her. She skillfully played with nipples and breasts with her left hand as she let her right slide downward again. It caressed her flat abdomen, stretched long and eager fingers into the silken tuft of black pubic hair pointing in a perfect arrow to the channel of her passion.

As her left hand kneaded and caressed her breasts, she slid the fingers of her right downward until she found the wet river of passion flowing from her eager vaginal lips. She sighed in ecstasy as she stared at the image in the mirror.

"Make it good," she said softly. "Make it come off beautifully."

She swayed slightly as if rocking to the music which still throbbed from her turntable. Then, she parted her legs slightly, and eagerly slipped two fingers into her already wet vagina.

She found the eager knob of her clitoris and stroked gently, knowing that her arousal was so intense as a result of her contact with Sissy a moment before that it would only be seconds before she too spasmed to orgasm.

Indeed, she had only caressed herself three or four times before the first spasm shot through her.

She gasped. Her legs trembled. She sank to her knees with her finger still flicking rapidly inside her hot flesh.

"Oh, God," she sighed as wave after wave of intense physical pleasure shot through her. She curled on the floor of her bedroom, savored the texture of the furry carpet and the soft-hard ministrations of her finger caressing her clitoris.

And then, slowly, gradually, it was over, like a coasting vehicle throbbing and jolting and finally coming to an absolute and total halt.

It was over. She had reached physical satisfaction and yet, as always, there was an emptiness to it, and a despair, which she could not quite understand or explain.

Still trembling slightly, she rose to her feet and slowly walked to the living room of her small apartment. She removed the player arm from the record and snapped on the light. Then she set about snuffing the myriad candles which had burned there.

What was wrong with her? she wondered. Was she really so old that sexual contact had lost its thrill for her? She had just turned thirty the day before and the trauma was heavy on her. She was losing her youth and was even more conscious of it than most women because she was surrounded by all the young and beautiful and terribly, terribly desirable girls who attended Northrup Academy.

Was it the fact that she was getting old? she wondered, as she again snapped off the lights in the living room and walked through the heavy smell of smoldering wicks to the still candlelit bedroom.

A woman shouldn't think that way. Everyone turned thirty. It wasn't the end of everything. Besides, she thought, she still had Sissy-sweet, innocent, succulent; hot Sissy. She could still teach the girl to do all the things she herself knew. The girl would be an apt pupil. She would come to the apartment tomorrow for another tutoring lesson in "history."

Only the history would be of carnal enjoyment and sexual thrills. Sissy would slip out of her school uniform tomorrow and reveal her slender, blonde, eager body, and then Glen would teach her how to caress breasts and pubes-how to use her hands and her lips. Yes, tomorrow after dinner, during the study hour, she would have Sissy's body and that sweet, young nubile flesh would at last bring her to thrashing climax as she had just done for the girl.

Tomorrow.

A frown clouded her sensuous face as she began to snuff the candles in the bedroom. There were other things she had to do tomorrow. They were things which might prove very unpleasant. They were even frightening-so frightening in fact that she had pushed them out of her mind. She had tried to drown the truth in her enjoyment of Sissy's young and impassioned flesh; But still the truth hung over her like the ax of doom.

She snuffed out the last candle and slipped between the still warm satin sheets of her big bed.

Tomorrow.

She had been ordered to report to Dean Lydecker's office immediately after breakfast. She wondered if he could have found out about her sexual relations with the girls. She had been at the academy for almost eight years-ever since she had graduated from college. Over those years, she had savored the bodies of more girls than she could ever remember. Could any one of them have confessed to Dean Lydecker? she wondered. Could someone else have seen or suspected?

Glendora Adams curled in her huge bed. She pondered the unknown as she curled her body into itself. She knew that her meeting with Dean Lydecker the following day would mark a turning point in her life.

What she didn't know was just how catastrophic that turning point would be.