Chapter 16
Nola was only dumbly aware of his taking his cock away from her suckling mouth. Her tongue continued to work, lips remained O'ed. And she made plaintive, sucking sounds. "Please?" she whimpered, a hand still clinging to his heavy balls. The glistening head of his cock bobbed before her eyes and she tried to recapture it with her hungry mouth.
But he just laughed. "She is mine-my captive." He pushed her over backwards and she felt awkwardly, her feet flying into the air, her sleek, creamy thighs flashing, spread wide. Her hairy crotch was open and defenseless before him. Her eyes were glazed and she reached for his awful weapon with both hands.
"Obsessed with cock and fucking," he gloated, bending down into her saddle, letting his saliva-slicked prick drip honey into her glistening blonde pubic hair. "Ooooohhhhh, give it to me," Nola wailed.
Her hands found his organ and caressed the long pipe. She bent it into her furrow and he plowed the head up and down, goading her almost insane passion. "What a heavenly, hairy snatch," he admired, finally letting her position the head of his prick at the doorway to her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhggggg," Nola whimpered as just the head of his prick penetrated her. She wallowed her butt back and forth on the floor, trying to facilitate insertion. He applied pressure with his hips and she squealed as he forced an inch or two of his dong into her dry socket. Fright knifed through her brain from the sensation he was tearing her insides.
"Her cunt is awfully dry," he grunted, giving her little short hunches. She moved a hand between their heaving bodies to grasp his barrel and prevent his brutal intrusion. But he swept her hand aside.
"Go slow, slow, slow," Nola pleaded, eyes pinched shut against tears. He had her thighs spread so far apart she thought she detected a creaking of her pelvic bones. She raised her head and could see his prick, like a ludicrous stump, slowly vanishing inside her. The hairy, outer lips of her pussy were stretched around his jock and there was a tingling, burning, itching sting in her sex-gash.
"Let your cock soak," she begged. But he continued hiking his prick up her snatch, each hunch of his hips hauling the cheeks of her ass up off the floor. His flesh seemed to gyrate and grind against hers.
And he was grunting and panting, struggling to bury his extremely hard, blood-gorged cock inside her body. She imagined that her asshole was being forced forward and his prodigious prong was going to drag her anus right inside her vagina.
Her eyes widened as she stared. She felt that her pussy was crammed to the limit with prick and there was still two or three inches for him to shaft into her aching, creaking snatch.
A tremendous ripple of fleshy protest shook her body as the head of his cock scraped her cervix and caromed inward, toward her womb.
Nola felt faint as there was no relenting on his part as he ruthlessly bored and drilled his sex-augur into her tiny hole. It seemed the walls of her cunt had petrified and lost all their resiliency. Was his prick really that huge? she fretted. Her insides were sore and throbbing-and he hadn't even begun to fuck it to her yet.
Dumbly, she recognized Corbie standing there, hovering over her, glancing from her tortured face to her crotch that was being tormented by this old man's monstrous cod he was prodding deeper and deeper into her body.
"Real tight cunt," he gasped. "And hot as an oven. Her twat is pinching and squeezing the old pecker."
He bucked and humped mightily, driving his prick into her, seeming to slash her insides in his avaricious cravings. Well, his groin was very near her Venus mound now and she could no longer see any of his pipe. Her cunt had just about encased all of his cock. She was taking him, containing him and she was bewildered that she could handle so much cock.
Then there was a smooth sliding and gliding of the last inch or so of his prick. And Nola was grateful that the walls of her pussy were secreting oil to ease the passage of prick into pussy.
And with the lubrication came a flush of heat that brought beads of sweat to her face and her tits and in the splayed crack of her ass. It won't hurt now when he fucks me, she sighed to herself.
Will he be able to fuck me for hours? she worried, relieved that he was letting the full length of his tool become well-oiled, cooking inside her before he began rocking and socking the cock to her throbbing cunt.
And will I get it up the ass? Timorous doubts assailed her that she could accommodate his massive prick in her bowels, sure it would extend all the way into her butts. She flung her arms wide to steady her body, amazed that her nipples stood firm and erect from the dark aureoles on her tingling tits.
If he cornholes me and I can't take it, what will I-can I do? she stewed. Will his ripping and roaring prick tear me? The dismal thought had a reverse effect on her body. As she considered, her rectal passage began writhing and coiling and burning; she wanted his jock up her john-hole!
She wanted to slap Corbie who had shuffled out of her robe and stood over her naked. But Corbie dropped to her knees and began loving her titties, tongue tasting her nipple-berries and lapping back and forth across the burning crowns. God, that's nice, she thought hazily, and gave up the idea of slapping the brazen beauty. But in the next instant she wanted to kill Corbie who squatted over her and smothered her viscous snatch-slash right down on her face. Nola gasped for air-and she began licking her tongue through Corbie's sweet, hot gash, dipping the tip inside her twat until Corbie began whimpering and wheezing, cumming all over her face.
But Nola resolved she wouldn't help the old man; she would lie unmoving as a board and just let him saw his cock in and out of her until he jizzed himself to death or died of a heart attack.
However, he reared high over her, his impaling prick socked deep, and lifted her fanny off the carpet. His sex-stake, driven deep into her, pried against her cunny walls and she almost rocketed into an unexpected orgasm.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii! Goddamn!" she yelled, feeling her cunny contract around his retreating post. Then he slammed the prick back into her and she climaxed abruptly, violently with his cock swizzling in her seething innards. She gripped her muscles around his pulsating barrel and felt her asshole pinching down with delectable fervor.
He fucked her hard and deep and her bottom bounced with dull little thuds against the carpeted floor. Every nerve, every sense was alive and she could feel keenly each inch of his prick in her, sliding and gliding smoothly, snuggly in long pistoning pumps in and out of her gloriously responding pussy.
And-"Oooooooohhhhh!"-how she could smell the hot aroma blended of prick pushing in and out of pussy. She slurped at Corbie's twat and stuck her tongue as far as she could in her twinging vagina.
The old man's hands gripped her flanks and he reared and roared it to her, pouring his prick into her clutching pussy in long, fast stabs. She thought, surely, she had taken so much cock that her cunny would be numb and insensitive, but it was alive, like a young animal, wanting him to pummel and pound at least a mile of prick-a foot at a time!-into her smoking hole.
"Fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk me," Nola screamed, arching her cunny up to take every fraction of an inch of his flying meat. She up-fucked her bottom and rotated her hips to wring every last tremor and thunder of delight from his rampaging prick. Suddenly, she was wrenched into a tempestuous orgasm as he seemed to dig another inch of his wonderful cock into her fuck-cavity.
"I'm getting it all-but give me more of your prick," she screamed, deliriously happy as he uncorked new energy and hunched it to her with reckless endeavor. His fingers dug into the softness of the small of her back and his thumbs sank into her tummy and there was the sensation of her inner flesh feeling them pressing against his pumping, pistoning prick.
"Jiiiiiizzzzzz me!" she squalled, tossing her ass up at him as he punched his prick in.
"Fuck me good and I'll suck you off again!" she howled, glad that Corbie had slipped her cunt from her face so she could breath and concentrate on the erotic heaven that was exploding in her wretching loins.
"Hammer me full of cock! Jizz me in the pussy and fuck me in the ass!" Nola whined and whimpered, consumed with erogenous flames.
"Cum hard, then cornhole me," she pleaded, squeezing her coital muscles around his pummeling prick. "Corbie! Corbie?" Nola yelled, wanting the little brunette to do something that would heighten her pleasure.
"Just fuck," Corbie called back. "I'm busy; I'm sucking his balls and licking his asshole. Do your fuckin' and enjoy it."
Nola began sobbing with sexual torment, passion mounting faster than the old man could pour the prick into her throbbing cunt. Then- accidentally or on purpose-he missed a stroke and the full length of his prick banged to the balls up her asshole.
Nola exploded into a renewed convulsion of erotic pleasure. She could hear Corbie slurping with relish as she sucked on his big, swinging and swaying balls. But what was so wonderful was the deep cotial penetration of her asshole, then her pussy as he alternated from hole to hole with his hot stick of fuck-magic.
She couldn't tell which she enjoyed the most, his prick cornholed up her rectum or shafted deep into her snatch. She wondered if and how he could squirt his jizz in first one hole, then the other. Maybe, she thought prayerfully, he has enough cum to gush me in the cunt and the butt.
When his load hit her deep in the twat, she felt a delirium of sexual fantasy engulf her like a blanket of enchantment. There it is, she thought gratefully, dreaming, reveling in the glory of having her pussy pumped full of his searing, scalding thick jizz.
"Not all of it!" she screamed. "Shove your cock back in my asshole and jizz my bowels."
She awoke late the next morning in Corbie's bed, pussy and asshole aching and burning. It was with muted satisfaction she found that the superintendent had kept his word and the contract had been delivered to her.
She showered quickly, dressed and had a cup of coffee laced with brandy. Then she slipped furtively downstairs, to Fritz' room. She had already decided she wouldn't go see Bob-or Barbette. Maybe he could get his new pussy punched by the head of the school.
"Hi," she said, smiling wanly. "How do you feel?"
"Not bad," he grinned, snubbing out a cigarette. "You slept most of the morning. Help me into that wheelchair; I want to show you something."
"You should stay in bed," she remonstrated. But she helped him into the vehicle for invalids.
She pushed him along, always in the direction of his pointing arm. In bright sunlight, they stopped on a broad, concrete apron and Nola stared at a motor home parked at the curb.
"Can you drive that thing?" he demanded.
"Maybe," she murmured, a sense of happiness growing in her.
"I'll coach you," he said brightly, fishing out and lighting a fresh cigarette. "My stuff is already inside. How long will it take you to pack and stow your things?"
"You're in an awful hurry, aren't you?" she teased him.
"Damned right," he said, running a hand up her dress to twiddle his fingers against her pussy. "I plan to have a hot fuck up the road, another one before we reach Evanston, then another . . ."
She interrupted him, "What if I don't want to fuck; what if I'd rather suck you off?"
"Nonsense," he frowned, pinching her pussy lips. "You'll get all the blow-jobbing you want when I get my leg out of a cast and can drive."