Chapter 15
After the doctor set Fritz' leg and determined he had a severe concussion, but no skull facture, Nola let Corbie steer her upstairs for a stiff drink-brandy and coffee. "It's about supper-time," Corbie said. "Want me to fix some?"
Nola shook her head. "Where did Terry go?"
"Ha," Corbie snorted, "she took Kenny to her place."
"I heard the school superintendent closed down classes for a month," Nola murmured. "Is he still here? I want to talk to him."
"I guess he's here; his car is in the carport," Corbie said. "Why don't you take a hot bath and relax? You'll feel much, much better. I'll run it for you."
The thought of soaking in a hot tub impressed Nola with how weary she was. "Have you seen or heard from Bob-anything about him?"
"Bobette? You mean," Corbie seemed to smirk on returning from the bathroom. "He-she-it is in the clinic."
"I-don't-understand," Nola said slowly.
"Surgery was performed and he asked to stay here to recuperate-convalesce."
"Makes me feel like a failure as a female," Nola laughed shakily, letting Corbie help her off with her clothes. "How long will he be here?"
"The surgeon said a few months to heal completely. He'll be ambulatory in a short time," Corbie said, holding Nola's arm and helping her into the tub of steaming water. "Golly, what a tangled bush-want me to help you shampoo it and can I comb it out for you later?"
"Go play with your dildo," Nola smiled, blushing, her spirits brightening slightly. She wasn't sure she wanted to face Bob-or "Bobette"- Chapman. But she sensed a perverse fascination would eventually draw her to see him. And she thought about Fritz Fleming. He was as masculine as anyone could be. All man-and a foot long. She scowled with nervous anxiety. She wondered just how serious he was about her going with him on this rambling trip he had mentioned. Maybe he wasn't serious about it at all.
Then Corbie brought her a fresh cup of coffee and brandy and Nola sat up in the tub, her ripe boobies bobbing in the water. "Fantastic corks," Corbie grinned.
"Hush that," Nola snapped-but smiled anyway. "All the students went home?"
"Most of them," Corbie nodded, sitting on the lid of the stool. "Four or five-five-of the boys are here with minor injuries suffered in the fire. And I am taking care of three of the men. Blistered feet, mostly. Terry would be happy to know there's not a burned sausage or singed oyster in the lot."
Nola sloshed to a position on her knees, then stood, letting Corbie drape a large towel over her, begin rubbing her down as the water gurgled away. "What an ass; what a pussy."
As Corbie ran the towel through the tight crack of her butt and swabbed an end of it against the profuse forest on her love-hill, Nola breathed, "Does this let your jollies jump?"
"Rrrrowwffff," Corbie laughed. "You said you wanted to talk to the school super-I called him and he'll be over. He said he was at loose ends. His wife went to visit her ailing mother."
Nola held her arms out from the shoulders. "Her mother?" She gritted her teeth involuntarily as Corbie toweled her jutting boobies, bringing the nipples to tumescent points. "I just thought her mother probably was . . . How old is she anyway? Her husband must be-oh, in his sixties."
"The Super is fifty-five," Corbie breathed, palming the coarse towel lovingly over the smooth crowns of Nola's full titties. "You like this, don't you?"
Nola glared at her with mock disgust, then "Uuuuummmmm'ed," as Corbie puckered her lips and gave each nipple a little, noisy suck-kiss. "Say, what was that 'Rrrrrowwffff' about a second ago?" Nola asked as she slid her arms into the shortie dressing gown Corbie held.
"I feel like a dog that wants to chase your pussy-kitty," Corbie retorted, slapping Nola's sensitive behind and rubbing a hand across the faces of Nola's unfettered titties.
"Would you know what to do with it, if you caught it," she teased, knowing that Corbie did and didn't make a question of it.
"Rrrooowfff-Bow-wow," Corbie yipped, following Nola into the living room where both stood at a large window, staring at the sky. The rain had stopped, but there was an angry mass of fresh clouds forming over or beyond the Great Salt Lake.
Briefly, Nola told her about their escapade during the fire. "And I think you have the right idea. I think I'll get numbly drunk and pickle the memory."
"Don't you dare do that to your pussy-cat," Corbie gnashed her teeth, growling, bringing fresh drinks. "You just relax-I'm off duty-we have a couple of nurses from town helping out -and I'm going to shower and change out of my little monkey suit."
Darkness seemed to descend from the sky like a blanket, wrapping Corbie's apartment into a warm haven. Nola turned her head and smiled at Corbie sitting beside her. "It won't take much to get me snockered," she murmured.
"Awful tired?" Corbie asked.
"Not so very," Nola replied after a moment of thought. "I guess the bath helped-and so does the brandy. I should slip down and see-him."
"Bob," Corbie said. "Why not wait until morning? We could go see Fleming. But I think the doctor gave him a strong sedative."
"He was asleep when I looked in just before we came up," Nola said, stretching her legs out straight, unmindful the hem flaps of the gown fell to either side of her thighs, that a button had slipped and the curly hair across her crotch Vee was exposed.
"I want to make love to you," Corbie whispered, bending to kiss Nola's cheek. "Uuuummm, you smell so fragrant."
"Pee," Nola said, blushing, yet not moving as Corbie laid a hand on her bare thigh.
"Not either," Corbie said poutishly. "You smell like bubble bath and scented soap and the sweet perfume I put in my bath towels."
"And brandy," Nola added with a light laugh, sipping her drink.
"And the wonderful, musky aroma of female," Corbie purred, dipping her fingers into Nola's thighs. Obligingly, Nola moved her feet apart so the little blackhaired temptress could press her fingers against the thick folds of flesh covering her pussy.
"Terry said she sucked you in that cave," Corbie breathed, loosening the remainder of the robe's buttons, laying it aside so Nola could lie back, naked before her. "She said she had a marvelous time, getting her pussy hunched by Kenny. Have you had a guy's cock up you recently?"
"None of your business," Nola said dreamily, aware of the muscles twitching in her inner thighs as Corbie delicately parted the plump outer petals of her sex-blossom so the rich pink-ness was exposed. "Oooooohhhh, Jesus," Nola sighed as Corbie rubbed the tip of a finger across her little fun-button and the clit grew from the pink sheath of flesh and Corbie teased the dainty little thorn until sharp, delicious convulsions began thundering deep in Nola's innards. Her ass bucked on the sofa as Corbie fingered her sex-gash through a tempestuous orgasm.
"You showered?" Nola opened her eyes wide to stare at Corbie's solemn face as the little pixie continued finger-fucking her, squishing a finger in and out of her hot, tight, little hole.
Corbie laughed, leaning to suck in Nola's right nipple, tongued it around from cheek to cheek, rasping her tongue over the tumescent point. "You kind of dozed off and I did."
Mind fuzzed by passion and brandy, Nola peered at Corbie with dreamy eyes. Her gaze focused on Corbie's exposed titties bobbing inside her unbuttoned robe. "Hadn't we better button up and straighten up, if the school superintendent is coming?"
"Crap!" Corbie yipped. "Why?" she smirked. "He would like us this way." When Nola scowled at her, she laughed merrily. "You don't know much about the man who runs this school, do you? He's a horny old guy."
"You? He's had you?" Nola gasped, pushing Corbie's hand out of her crotch and buttoning the robe.
"Hah!"
Nola was sitting sedately on the sofa, legs crossed, the hem of the robe tugged over her knees when the grey-haired head of the school arrived. She ignored his keen, appraising eyes as Corbie made him a drink. "You had quite a time, didn't you?" he said, sitting at the other end of the sofa. "Corbie said you wanted to talk to me."
"Yes," Nola replied. "I don't know just how or what to say. And it isn't that I'm not happy with my work here."
"Bob Chapman, perhaps," the superintendent said casually. "I can understand how upsetting that may be. I just can't imagine a man doing something like that. I'd rather be dead than have my cock and balls cut off."
For a moment, Nola was shocked by his crude words. "And he asked for it," he continued softly. "Maybe he knows what he's doing. He's had the delights of plugging women and if that was so much fun, maybe he thinks he'd like to try it from the other side of the sexual fence and see how much fun the girls have."
Covertly, Nola watched him scratch at the husky tenting in his pants. She glanced at Corbie sitting in a chair across the room and the little brunette was smiling with keen amusement; Nola could see the laughter gleaming in her eyes.
"And the girls do have their share of fun," the superintendent pursued. "And their fun lasts and lasts and lasts while a man is good only for a couple of sprints in an evening. However, as a man who has made a study of such endeavors, I have found it possible to carry the torch a long time and for a great distance in this sexual marathon business."
"The hundred-yard jump-and make it last all night," Corbie chuckled wryly.
"Corbie, you darling," he laughed and motioned for her to get him another drink. "And Miss Jones-Nola-too."
Nola felt a mental cowering from him as he turned to peer at her. "What you want to tell me is that you want to cancel your contract so you can go away. Correct? I understand, Nola. But that would create a staff hardship, don't you understand?"
She swallowed with difficulty. "I don't think it would be extreme," she suggested, looking away quickly from the intense probing gleam in his eyes.
"Aaaaaahhhh, well," he sighed. "Always nasty and costly business, one's getting out of a contract."
"Some people demand an arm and a leg," Corbie chimed.
"Oh, now, Corbie. An arm and a leg?" the school head chided. "We would never maim such a lovely creature as Miss Jones. However, I might demand my pound of flesh."
"You gonna take a pound of Nola's flesh-or give her a pound of yours?" Corbie challenged gaily.
Then the truth of what she would have to do, to be released from her contract, became agonizingly clear like a bright light flashing in Nola's brain. Before signing, she had had her contract scrutinized by an attorney in Ogden. At the time, she was concerned that the private school was legally bound to all terms-but she was equally bound. "Well, if you should die, the contract would be void," she remembered the attorney smiling at her.
She could remain at the school. With a shudder, she contemplated possible embarrassments. No doubt her relationship with Bob Chapman would become public knowledge. And, no way, would his surgery of sexual reversal be kept secret. There would be the laughter, humiliation. And there was no doubt the carnal demands placed on her by Terry and especially Corbie would be even more degrading.
Carefully, she glanced at the relaxed, studious face of the aging school superintendent. She would never have guessed he was a lecherous old man. Unbidden, her eyes started at his shoes- and she could see the bare feet of an old man, the calves with varicose veins, skinny thighs. Nola blinked rapidly and peered at his shirted torso -and saw the flat chest, ribs clearly defined. Chest hair, if any, as much grey as black-or whatever his hair had been when he was in his prime. She couldn't stop her eyes from drifting to his belt, over the slight paunch to-to . . . The tenting of his pleated trousers wasn't that of an old man, not shriveled and inert. Definitely, he was healthy enough there.
Yet, she visualized flabby skin hanging loosely on his penis and the scrotum was scored with deep wrinkles, the testes shrunken.
She swallowed the rest of her drink, fighting off pangs of disgust as she thought of this old man-naked-rutting between her legs, his lewd, flabby organ dobbing at her young furrow, his grunting and as he struggled to penetrate her body.
Nola felt her sexual channel drying and shriveling with her increasing disgust. She saw his nostrils narrow, expand, quiver; and she knew he must smell the tell-tale odors of female passion that Corbie had aroused with her fingers in her vulva and vagina. His lips seemed to curl with lasciviousness and he licked a tongue across them with anticipation.
"Corbie," he said, "did you notice how the rose patterns on Nola's robe seemed to be alive as her gorgeous peaches expanded against them as she breathes?"
Nola wished she could shrink away and disappear from the room. He scratched a fingernail along the impression of his penis and pressed the material of his trousers around it, accented its limp thickness and length. "I guess I could tear up your contract, Nola," he said softly, leaning toward her and laying a cold palm on her leg, just above the knee. He squirreled his fingers and the flaps of the robe parted and slid away from her creamy thigh.
"I don't know," Nola said doubtfully. But she did know. But what if Fritz should ever know? Nola glanced across the room at Corbie, expecting the young RN to be grinning lecherously, but Corbie's face was serious, eyes solemn. No support, but no eagerness to watch her debauchment, either. "I want out-I've got to get out," Nola said tersely, fighting the temptation to cry. "You'll cancel the contract?"
"Yes. Corbie is my witness," he said, tone serious.
Nola was aware only of a sensation of desperation, of being strangled-suffocating. And, surely, Corbie would remain in the room and watch her get fucked by this old man.
"I-guess-I-will," Nola muttered, holding out her cup and indicating she wished to delay her degradation-and maybe get drunk enough so her dread wouldn't be so keen and the memory would be forever dulled and numbed in the future.
"Let's all have another drink," the superintendent said agreeably. And he strolled along after Corbie to the kitchen.
Why don't you settle for her, Nola thought bitterly, eyes on the tall man's left hand as he palmed it over the saucy roundness of Corbie's seductive behind.
"That's nice," Corbie said, "but remember, you're going to screw Nola, not me. Maybe later you'll let me have a little of your fabulous tail- turn your tiger loose in my tank?"
Straight little Nola, Nola mused, wondering whether it would all go easier if she were loose and bold as Corbie. But the idea nagged her that in a little while she would be straining his milk in her little cream jar. The bull would be riding her and his stud-piece would be playing in her snug little sex-corral and the calves of procreation would be romping in the pasture of the profuse grass that grew around her snug little fun-barn.
"Ugh," she breathed, taking the cup from his hand, not watching him as he sat beside her and removed his shoes and socks.
He had left his coat in the kitchen and he was unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it over the arm of the sofa. She stole a glance at him. And his chest was flat and bony from age. And he seemed so obscene, sitting beside her in just pants and shorts.
"Nola explored a cave," Corbie giggled, "now she's about to have her own tunnel examined and probed."
Nola felt a surge of helpless fury. "Shut up and get out of here," she snapped.
"My house, my house," Corbie chuckled, then grew somber.
Shaking inwardly, Nola tolerated his fingers at the buttons of the robe, cringing with indignation as he parted it to reveal her flawless beauty. "My, what gorgeous peaches," he almost smacked his thin lips as his eyes, glowing like embers, gloated from the sloping mounds with the uptilted dark points.
Nola squeezed her thighs together, but this is only added to his carnal appetite as the gesture forced the upper portions of the thick labia upward in her sex-Vee and made the love-mound even more prominent. "Pure spun gold," the school superintendent marveled, his hot gaze on the prolific pubic mesh.
"Are you prepared, my dear?" he asked unctuously, his long fingers opening and closing like the talons of a carnivorous bird of prey.
"I suppose so," she answered dully, her emotions mixed with a dread to begin and anxiety to have the deed done. Idly, reality seemingly detached from her mind, she wondered how he wanted to take her. On my back ? Like a degraded and humiliated animal down on all fours with my rear presented to him for his bestial enjoyment.
"I want you to help me get ready," he said, eyes sultry and obscene on her nudity.
"What-do-you-want-me-to-do ?"
"Why not help me finish disrobing," he laughed with lecherous humor.
Ooooohhhhh, damn you, Nola quailed, turning to face him slightly. Quickly, her eyes appraised the bulge in his pants and thought that if that was all the peter he had, she should be able to take him okay and maybe he would cum fast- and it would be all over with in a few pumps of his prick and a fast squirt of his jizz.
Timidly, hands shaking, she undid his belt, the hook at the top of the fly. She resented his hand on her shoulders, at the collar of the gown, pulling it down off of her to expose more and more of her bare skin to his rapacious eyes.
With cold resignation, she skidded the fly and unsnapped the waistband of his boxer shorts. Coarse, black hair grew profusely across his groin and lower belly-below the tell-tale paunch of age.
"You're doing very well, darling Nola," he praised her. Her hands dangled uselessly in midair as he leaned forward and half-stood, pushing his pants and shorts around his ankles. He leaned back and toed them off over his feet.
Nola stared, as if in a trance at the loll of his genitals. Fright and a sickness surged through her as she realized that his penis-ever so long -was not even half hard. And his balls were not shrunken as she had imagined they would be. They were big and fat, the skin of the scrotum stretched tight around them. His man-eggs were as massive as a boar hog's.
There was something almost satanic and evil about his twitching sex-twang. Perhaps it was the fact he had been circumcised-the glans was placid. The skin that sheathed his spear was flabby-but she knew it would fill out when he reached full erection.
"Take it in your hands and love it, Dear," he said flatly.
She touched it tentatively with her fingertips and her hand recoiled from the limp hunk of meat. "Now, my dear," he chided her, tone suddenly cold and demanding. "Let's love it nice and with fervency."
Drawing a deep breath, she forced herself to coil her fingers around the rather narrow girth and lift it. The head dangled as if it were broken or out of joint. She couldn't compel herself to grip and massage his dong, jack him off to bring him out, get him hard.
"Really, Nola, you aren't doing your part in our little deal," he growled harshly.
She tried, really tried. She brought her other hand over to cradle his balls and lift them, feeling wretched as she felt the heat and firmness of his prodigious gonads.
"This just won't do," he snapped, reaching to grasp one of her breasts, gripping it until sharp pains darted all through her, into her cold heart. "Get out of your gown, down on the floor on your knees between my legs."
She didn't think she hesitated more than a second, but he took her upper right arm and flung her down between his bony knees, wrestled her around to face him. "Know what you must do? Of course you do," he gloated, letting her recover her balance and her reeling senses. She steadied herself with her hands on his lean thighs, staring at obsceneness. He looped a big hand behind her neck and tugged her forward while he lifted his limber dick. "Pleeeeeeasssseee?" she begged, eyes frantic on his glans-slot.
"Open your mouth, take a big mouthful and start swallowing," he ordered.
She would have protested, but he plopped the head of his cock between her lips, onto her tongue. He pulled her head forward, kind of shoving his meat into her mouth in wads. Involuntarily, she swallowed and the prick-pear slid back along her tongue and almost gagged her as it touched the back of her throat.
She swallowed again and the plum on the end of his prick slid and vanished into her gullet. It seemed to haul the rest of his sex-hose and the mass of meat was reduced in her mouth. Her tongue moved and her gullet absorbed more and more of his unsavory morsel. Then she was aware of her chin resting at the lower base of his monster, his balls touching it. And her forehead was firm against his groin-bone. And he had all of his cock socked into her mouth. And she had done most of it herself, swallowing and working her tongue.
"Fabulous, my Darling," he crooned, keeping a hand at the nape of her neck while the other explored from one firm tit to the other, pinching and teasing her nipples until they tingled and expanded.
Nola regained some control and stopped swallowing, forced her tongue to lie still against the underside of his sex-organ. I won't do any more, she thought. Then a sickening horror of mortification assailed her as his meat began to swell and bloat, growing hard-lengthening down her throat and thickening to glut her mouth.
"Come on, Nola, suck my cock," he urged. "Then I'll give you a fabulous thrill. I can fuck for hours-in your cunt and up your asshole."
Rapidly, his cock grew to such proportions she was choking and there was no room for her tongue to move, for her to suck. She didn't want him to shoot off in her mouth. Her degradation was intense. Still his cock grew to even more immense size. She shivered as he removed his hand from her neck and began rubbing her bare shoulders and lithe back, his other hand plying wickedly over her boobie-balloons. And she didn't try to retreat from him, kept her forehead against his belly as his huge cock expanded in her mouth.
Saliva was flowing in her mouth and she swallowed it around the massive barrel of prick in her face. He humped his hips in appreciation. "Ooooohhhh, I knew you could suck cock if you would just do it," he chortled.
Nola didn't realize she was doing it, but one of her hands found his sac of goodies, kneaded them, the other curled at the base of his monstrous hardon, thumb and index finger making little milking motions. He's right, she mused numbly, I'm sucking his cock; I'm right here on my knees between his legs, going down on him and giving him a blow-job.
Experimentally, she eased her head back, drawing her face away, letting his prick escape from her mouth. With just the massive head in her teeth, she contemplated spitting it out or biting it off.
Then she astounded herself, she moved her head forward, taking his mammoth cock back down her throat. And her tongue was swishing around his fat sex-spigot and savoring the salty, musky flavor of his member. And she was mouth-fucking him in long, steady strokes, licking at the glans on the back-stroke and rasping her rough tongue tantalizingly on the underside of his tube on the forward push. Mouth-fucking, mouth-fucking, sucking.
Her eyes sought his as she continued gorging herself on his ponderous prong, silently asking him a question. And he smiled. "I don't know-I may jizz you in the mouth. I may save it to unload it in your cunt or your bowels. Where would you like it? Do you want me to cum while you are sucking my prick?"
Her eyes were sultry and eloquent. It would be all right if he wanted to shoot his jizz while she fucked him with her mouth. But if he preferred to save it, she would take it up her snatch-even in her butt hole.
She disregarded his chuckle of complete conquest and kept on sucking and nibbling on his long, grotesque cock. It slid down her throat easily-maybe because he had no foreskin to bunch up behind the coronal ridge to impede its passage in her oral fuck-chute.
Nine inches-ten inches of slick dick was gliding in and out of her hot, wet mouth and she bobbed her head, shoulders moving as she devoured his massive meat.