Chapter 3
Dr. Henri Peridot even in the arms of two of his prettiest students, was slow to recover after the departure of Everett Wilde with his daughter. When he'd schemed the impromptu orgy in the art class, Peridot was prepared to lose his job, but not his life, for the madcap.
For more than thirty minutes after the door slammed behind the outrage of the history professor, Katy Williams and Linda Fry lay on either side of their favorite teacher, unimpressed by his seventy years but very depressed by his lost libido.
Both Katy and Linda had been first separately seduced by the horny septuagenarian several months before. And it was a late night bedroom exchange of confession between the girls that had led them from good friend roomies to playmates with each other.
Both had been copulated with by the old man the same afternoon and in spite of his frail frame and frightfully homely features, Henri Peridot had given them a cock to remember. Aroused, it leaped from the nest of gray pubic hair like a Phoenix flying from its ashes. Planted first in Katy and two hours later in Linda, Peridot's prick had been a consuming fire of male wonder.
Both girls remembered that night of their mutual discovery of his seduction of the other now as they tried to find ways to restore a lost lust in the man. They had been lying in the bedroom of their Pantamonet suite, Linda-in the upper bunk and Katy in the lower.
"Hey, you surely are restless tonight," Katy muttered at the persistent low vibration from the upper deck.
There had been a muffled exclamation from Linda. "Sorry, Lin. Thought you were asleep."
"It's all right. You got the heebie-jeebie nerves over midterms tomorrow?"
A long silence answered her, then a sigh from overhead as a tumble of blonde hair drifted over the edge of the bunk. "Can't blame it on nerves or midterms," murmured Linda. 'To tell you the truth, Katy, I was trying to help myself and maybe that's awful. We never talked much before this ... and I don't know how you feel about... well..."
"About masturbation?"
"Sorta," admitted Linda.
Katy thought a minute and decided not to say what was really on her mind. Her own vagina was on fire from a pressure that refused to go away ever since that afternoon surprise in Peridot's office. "Usually something makes a person have to help himself, as you call it," she ventured timidly. "Like frustration. I know one thing. It doesn't hurt girls and it doesn't hurt men."
"Can we talk about them?"
"Men? Sure." Katy reached over her head and found a strand of her roommate's hair and tugged playfully. "Lot easier if you'd come down here and talk."
It was a thing the two never had done before, but the notion grabbed Katy to act on a want to cuddle with her roommate. It had festered ever since they were assigned together at the school year start.
"I'm not wearing anything." Linda whispered.
"Silly! I've got enough on for both of us. My earrings. I forgot to take them off."
Impulsiveness still held Katy as Linda slid in beside her, forcing her closer to the wall on the narrow bunk. "That feels good," she said, squirming her tail tight against the wall and stretched for the nightlight at the head of the bunk. "Want the light off? I'm just a baby, I guess, for using it. Childhood habit."
Linda's eyes drank in Katy's dramatic lines seen so many times before, but never in this mood. "Please don't. Leave it on."
"You might talk more easily in the dark." Katy reached the light button, her proud breasts urging forward and touching Linda's shoulder as she arched.
"No! I like seeing you." Her eyes dropped as Katy forgot the light and she scrooched back to study her friend's face.
First time admission of a fact both had felt for a long time: they liked looking at each other. Katy, the extrovert, decided to act on the newly created intimacy between them.
"Look at me, then!" she demanded of the slender-bodied blonde beside her. "I like looking at you, too. Specially like to have seen what you were doing a minute ago up there."
"Katy, please! You don't mean that." Linda turned her face away from the other and wondered why she had listened to the request to come down from the upper bunk when she'd had so much she had to sort through a confused mind.
"I bet you were doing what I have to do right this instant," hissed Katy. "I'm scared to death you'll want to leave me after, but I have to do it."
Linda felt an arm slither down her lower back and for a second was sure her roommate was going to make an indecent advance. Then the movement began-slow, insinuating snakelike rhythm of an arm propelling a hand busy in self-play. Eyes wide with wonder, Linda turned her head, twisted and stared down at Katy's urgent fingers, two of them nearly out of sight in the pussy cleft.
"Tell me, doll, are you horrified? Me doing myself?" Katy slowed her masturbation and writhed in impatient anguish for the answer.
"Ooohhh ... I ... oh, no!" Linda actually blushed in the soft fight. "I love to watch!"
"Then let's do each other." Katy pulled her fingers from her quim lips and grabbing Linda's, guided them to her crotch while she groped for her roomie's palpitating pussy flesh with her free hand. Too quick . . . too innocent for Linda to resist.
"How ... how good!" panted Linda when seconds later they fell apart, orgasms finished, breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"Not as good as a crazy-thing that happened to me this afternoon." Katy wriggled comfortably against Linda, letting her hand lie limp across the other's pubis. "Would you believe, I was actually having intercourse at four-thirty-two p.m.?"
An involuntary shudder charged the length of Linda's slim frame at the girl's words. Gone was the shocking behavior she had willingly been part of. Fresh was the pressure of the more shocking act she had been party to for the first time in her own life that same afternoon.
"Want to tell me about it?" She managed to keep her voice calm as she stared at Katy.
It was Katy's opportunity. Both of them had exchanged confidences about the sometimes odd behavior toward them separately by Henri Peridot, their art teacher. Katy, far more worldly in the arms of a male, obviously delighted in telling Linda that the old man himself had lured her back into his private office that afternoon. "He's unbelievable!"
She started to go on with a description of the professor's virility when Linda unexpectedly covered her mouth with a finger.
"You won't believe this, but I'll tell you," she whispered. "Dr. Peridot has a seventy-year-old body with a twenty-year-old penis. It was my first time ever. He put it inside me about two hours before he was with you."
Disbelief, then almost instantly a shrill peal of girlish laughter, burst from Katy's lips as she saw Linda had to be telling the truth. The old man had a cock which only those who had seen it would believe. The rest of his body had the inevitable sallow and grayness of age, but his reproductive organ was baby-fresh-pink with a fantastic glow to the crimson glans when his cock was fully distended.
"I hate you, you know," admitted Katy in what was only a half-lie. "He wanted you before me, if he took you in the early afternoon. Least you said it was about two o'clock."
Linda sniffed. "He had to have you after he had me 'cause he was bored with my inexperience. 'Sides, I'm so thin, nothin' like curvy old you!"
The mood between them had done a total turnaround from fhe easygoing roomie relation to what they both felt in that instant.
"Crazy!" exclaimed Katy. "You have the slinkiest, cutest kitten bod and every man sees you, wants you."
"Not without boobs," moaned Linda.
"That is wild!" Katy's hand slid boldly to cover a pert breast Quick massage of the pointing nipple and a little cry from Linda made her stop. "You have the kind of breasts men love to love. Not big bombs, like mine, but just right for lickin' madly and swattin' with cock!"
The slim body trembled as Linda tried to absorb words she never had heard before. "I don't know from anything. Could you teach me?"
"Everything."
Katy swarmed over the saucy petiteness of her roommate, and Linda marveled at the lightness of the pressure of the bigger girl. "I'll tell you what I know ... show you what I know . . . but we never tell Dr. Peridot we know about him with each other. Okay? Not till we're ready. Let's both play with him and see how much juice is in his sweet old body for squirtin' little girls."
And they found out.
Through three clandestine months Linda and Katy had played with the sex equipment on Peridot's front which had refused to age with the man himself. Through the months Peridot imagined he was keeping the secret from each of them of his play with the other, even though he knew they were roommates. His egotism convinced him that their delight with his tirelessly youthful exuberance for the sex act would make them conceal it from the other. At times he would take them both within the hour, murmuring lies about how long it had been since the last time he had it His playmate of the moment knew all the time he had been with her roommate only minutes before.
The professor's favorite signal to Katy or Linda of his need for sex was to nudge closely from behind as he pretended to study the project of the moment on the girl's easel. If the knobby crown of his prick jabbed the small of her back once, it meant, "Meet me in an hour." If twice, "Meet me in two hours."
And so the fateful day's scheme to bring yet a third girl to center stage and to the heart of his capers came as total surprise to both Linda and Katy. When he guided Susanna Wilde forward to the posing platform, his first time use of an outsider, the roommates exchanged glances.
When Mai Staunton arrived and was placed in that compromising position of the wounded soldier cradled in Susanna's lap, Linda and Katy exchanged smiles. Only the night before Katy had been telling Linda as they snuggled together in the lower bunk, that this Susanna Wilde, proctor of their dorm, had been booted from Wellesley. They guessed it had been a pretty horrendous offense to qualify for that expulsion, what with her father an educator himself.
To Katy and Linda, the swinging orgy that erupted in the art class was pure delight. The arrival of Dr. Everett Wilde, his outrage at Peridot, and Susanna's exit, had gone almost unnoticed. It was the savage effect on Henri himself that had been the most frightening. He had gone completely soft, and for the first time since either had known his sexual nature, Linda and Katy were unable to trigger his recovery.
Tears were in Peridot's eyes as he looked at first Katy and then Linda. "You see me for what I am," he mourned softly, his agony of spirit ignored by the others in the class. Everyone was busy with their separate erotic quests and none had even seemed to notice the scene Wilde made. "I am undone," groaned Peridot "You each thought I loved you and you have watched me make love to yet a third girl. What must you think?"
"Whatever will we do with him?" snapped Katy, impatient with her efforts to rouse her art teacher to new play.
"We could show him that we don't even care about him anymore, if he doesn't care about us." Linda reached across the professor's thin frame and stroked the curve of Katy's sleek back, fingering upward to the nape of her jieck and spilling red hair across Peridot's chest
"Good!" exclaimed Katy, twisting to a contorted position that exhibited ripe milk-white boobs with hard centers. "He can look at what used to interest him till he quit, and we'll show him how we help each other at night when he isn't around to help us "
"You . . . you knew?" Peridot's expression was dumbstruck surprise as he heard for the first time that his capers with the girls separately had been known by both all the time. "You knew I was making love to
Linda?" Katy nodded. "And you knew I was making love to Katy?" Linda nodded.
"But we found other ways to play, so if you want to quit and go away like mean Dr. Wilde says you have to, go ahead. We've got love ways we never even show you."
"Don't show him now, Katy!" protested Linda as the other's lush, caressible front snaked across Peridot's frailty. "It's not for him to see."
"But it is!" The redhead's breasts ground lightly against the teacher's groin as she nuzzled brazenly into Linda's thigh crease. "Come on, doll. Let Katy bug lick you silly, and if that doesn't make something stick itself into my boobies, nothing can."
Linda's sleekly tapered thighs spread slightly to admit the burrowing lips and in seconds she felt the familiar wonder of her roommate's tongue, prowling boldly through her soft labial flesh. X
The back door opened without so much as a whisper as Everett Wilde arrived home. It had taken some doing to get clothes from Susanna's dorm proctor room, get her out of his office unnoticed and back to her dormitory responsibility, then find a reason for being so late getting home himself.
The Westminster chime of the grandfather clock pealed a gentle eleven p.m. as he reached the hall stairs. Selena had said she'd be going to bed early and would likely be asleep. There was no annoyance at his he that he had a meeting with his assistant profs he'd forgotten about, even though one of these assistant's wives was on the phone ten minutes later and said her ' hubby was home for the night!
Just more to add to the dilemma of a wife who had been more mistress than homemaker until recent months. Selena was hurt but kept her silence.
Something was bugging her husband, who had never in their twenty-plus years together, let night meetings or academic responsibilities practically blank out their love life. She was a Virginian. She was skilled in watching and waiting when things mysterious were going on. And something mysterious was happening between them.
For the years of their marriage Everett Wilde had been a delightfully inventive lover. He had fathered their two children-Drew, twenty-one, now a young lieutenant in the army, and Susanna, a year younger than Drew.
Ev hadn't been the gung-ho father type when the kids were growing up. He had been privately delighted when they'd left home for army and for college. The man had just about forgotten he was a history professor, once they were alone with kids gone. That lasted about one year. They'd romped like newlyweds, and Everett had praised her again and again for having a body nobody in the world would believe belonged to a forty-year-old woman.
"Don't believe it myself," she'd whispered many times to the mirror on. her bathroom door. "It must be the Vitamin E!"
She didn't believe that for an instant. The years had simply been good to her and to Everett, too. They played almost every day in some variation of sex play. He loved for her to do anything she wanted with his heroically proportioned phallus. She'd done almost everything and let him do absolutely everything. The one block for Selena had been fellatio. That act, she'd been brought up to believe, was dirty. Different with Everett making love with his lips on her vulva, his tongue prowling her vagina and deviling her clitty. But to put a man's cock into a woman's lips somehow stopped Selena. Twice, just before the big freeze came over him, Ev tried to talk her again into sucking him.
Was that it? She wondered to the mirror as she studied the light brilliance of her blonde hair. There was a kind of platinum sheen to it, but Selena objected when Ev called her platinum blonde.
"I hate what being a platinum job suggests!" she had stormed. "Like super stack job and sex nut, and all those things."
"All those things, which you are," he'd laughed.
She posed before the mirror, awed by the dramatic thrust of breasts ripe and urgent against a black lace bra. Hard points jutted their want visibly against the net. Her study crept down across delightfully taut lines, following the curve of the midriff to the narrowing at the waist, and then frowning at the flare of hips which she considered too wide. But Everett loved them.
It was below her hips that gave Selena the most misgivings but seemed to give Everett the most pleasure. The carrying of children and the inevitable process of reaching forty had made traces of a line here and a slight bulge there, but the traces were altogether sexy. She watched her weight and carried her succulent femaleness proudly, and no one had to tell Selena she was a turn-on to most men. Especially to Ev.
Sniffing impatiently, she bent to grope under her shoulder blades for the bra snaps. The phone call that he'd be coming in late had been only the start of a deadly dull evening for her. She'd tried Susanna's apartment phone in Byrd Dormitory, but there was no answer. No family anywhere. Nothing but a bad night of TV.
Lying in the loneliness of their massive king-size bed, Selena's thoughts drifted back to the turning point in the fun times between herself and Everett. Had it really been an increase in duties at the prep school? Or was it something else entirely? She remembered the freeze came over Ev with that call from the Dean of Students, advising them that Susanna was being sent home. Something tore inside the man as of that moment, and for three months he had been preoccupied and disinterested in everything about his home and his family.
Selena pleaded with him to give some attention to his daughter. If she ever needed a father, it was after such an awful failure as the one that the authorities at Wellesley had been so reluctant to talk about. It just wasn't like Everett to be totally disinterested in Susanna's welfare, no matter how angry he might be about her behavior.
He responded angrily to her pressure, reminding his wife He had gotten Susanna the job as proctor at Byrd Dormitory which he wasn't in fact at all sure was a wise move. Girl's dorm or no, Suzy had pretty well demonstrated with the business in Harvard Yard that she wasn't to be trusted. He'd also gotten her the weekend librarian job and had been more than a little upset when Susanna herself sought out old Henri Peridot and lined up work for herself in the Art Department.
"He's one of the rottenest old letches I have ever seen!" he fumed to Selena when told of Susanna's part-time work offer in art. "You know, I tried to get him fired for that affair he had with a student five years ago."
"But, dear, the man's seventy-two now," Selena had soothed. "You don't seriously think he's a sexual threat to our daughter, at that age."
Everett bought the reasoning and permitted Susanna to have the job. Anything to keep her busy and give her lots of things to keep her out of trouble and out of his sight. The trouble was, unknown to Selena, that Everett had been a notable failure at keeping the returned prodigal out of his mind.
Day and night after her return to the Shenandoah Valley and Pantamonet, he had prowled the campus, finding vantage points to watch her comings and goings. Ridiculous nonsense, the rational Everett knew-but a must for the mounting lust in his body. For days, then weeks, then months, he had been aware of her every appointment, her every date, her every move. And she had been the model of propriety, wherever Everett looked. The only impropriety was in the stealthy surveillance of her father and that had begun to gnaw at Ev's craw-until the debacle in Peridot's art class.
His whole world spun in a wild turnaround from the moment he dragged Susanna from her orgy madness. Hours after their intimacy in his office, long after he had returned her to Byrd Dorm, he drove slowly through a heavy thunderstorm around the campus roads, trying to steady his passion.
He knew when he swung the Lincoln into the drive of his home that nothing was steadied. Upstairs in his lovely antebellum farmhouse, that was no longer house to a farm, lay a lovely, bewitching female who no longer felt like wife to this male. A mile away on the prep school campus was the witch who had captured his lusts. His own daughter! It was godawful wrong, he raged at himself, and it was the only damned way he could see.
He peered through the glistening windshield at the window of their bathroom and saw the glimmer of a light. It meant that Selena must be asleep. Whenever she went to bed before him, that was the signal that she was going to conk out for the night
Ev stared at the rain spattering against his windshield and at the closed garage door for a long moment before leaving the car. It made sense. Rather than get soaked, head back into town and slip quietly into Byrd to that first door inside the dorm's main entrance. Odds were that Susanna was in her bed wide awake and waiting for him.
"Slip-slap . . ." The windshield wipers seemed to try to whip him back to fun and games with ready Susanna. The pressure of his refreshed cock against his jockeys made it almost irresistible.
"Damn! Damn!" He slipped from the driver's seat and hurried through the drops to open the garage door. The risk was too huge. It was that kind of move that could blow everything wide open to public condemnation. Only a fool would dare enter a girl's dormitory at Pantamonet Prep at a late night hour. Ev hurried the car into the garage and, shrugging the wet from his shoulders, slipped into the dark kitchen of his home.
One old fool was not deterred by common sense. At precisely the instant that Everett gave up his evening's roaming, Henri Peridot hurried up the flagstone steps of Byrd Dorm. He blessed the luck that had it a dark and rainy night as he darted furtively into the foyer of the dorm and rang the intercom buzzer to Susanna's room.
"It's Dr. Peridot," he said when her sleepy voice answered. "I must see you!"
Susanna was stunned. "No!" she hissed at the intercom, conscious her answer could also be heard by anyone who might be near the call box.
"I must!" persisted Peridot. "Please, Susanna! Don't make me make a scene."
It was the last thing she could risk, she decided, as she fingered the release button to admit this man who had so changed her life by what he set her up for this afternoon. And there was a strange mystique about him.
She heard his footsteps hurrying to her door. She had no doubt that his late night visit was to pick up exactly where her father had stopped them by his arrival at the Art Building.
She opened the door barely enough for the slight figure to slip through and when it closed, Henri Peridot pulled her in his arms. "I am here to tell you I do not care if your father kills me. I must show you my gratitude for your action with an old man this afternoon."
Susanna felt the measure of his gratitude thrusting hard against the cloth of his raincoat as he hugged her, jabbing stiffly through her housecoat. Whatever kind of maniac he might be, Henri Peridot was a man who was willing to dare and even die for his sex. She had pleaded with her father to come into her apartment when he took her back to Byrd, but Everett had declined. Too dangerous a thing to consider, he'd pontificated. All at once, fifty years washed away from Henri Peridot and he looked good enough to eat on a stick.
"Show me your gratitude," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around the little man's shoulders and urged her pelvis forward to grind a response to the hard-on pressing impudently against her pudendum. "Back here," Susanna caught his hand to lead him to her bedroom