Chapter 1
Slowly, with tremors of joy waning in her body, Nola Jones shivered down from the crest of sexual ecstasy. She was conscious of a fine film of passion-perspiration on her naked body. With her eyes still closed, she sought Bob's shoulders with her hands, rubbed his smooth skin lovingly and hugged him closer, drawing his hairless chest more firmly against her crushed breasts.
"Oh, Lordy, heavenly," she sighed softly, pressing the inner planes of her silky thighs against his flanks as if she would devour him with her lower, hungry mouth. "And when we're married it will go right on being lovely," she murmured, planting little kiss-kisses on his ear as he snuggled his face into the creamy hollow of her neck. "Wonderful, wonderful, lovely, lovely fucking," she purred, wiggling her bare butt invitingly, wanting him to resume his coital duties.
She was conscious of a nagging uneasiness in her mind, disturbed she couldn't account for it and explain it away. It had really been good; she had cum about five or six times and her fiancée was still with her, his naked body pressed the length of hers while he rested. And his penis was still long and rigid, buried deep in her cunny, expanding her vagina, the large head nudging the farthest wall of her cavern.
Nola waggled her ass again, silently exhorting him to give her some more fucking. She clenched her sphincters about his rigid member with all her might, setting up a milking rhythm around the blood-veined barrel.
"Don't you want to fuck me any more this afternoon?" she asked plaintively, gently rolling her smooth-mooned ass upward to create a gentle, delicious pistoning of his rod in her sex-chamber.
"It's good," Bob Chapman said huskily, his hands groping along her sleek back and flanks to cup her firm buttocks, lifting her and giving her a couple of long, deep, masterful plunges of his cock.
"Then let's mobile," Nola encouraged, lacing her trim ankles across the small of his back and aiming her pussy into the air to take all the cock he could ram into her. The head of his prick tickled against her cervix and his groin ground deliciously against the puffed lips of her pussy, mashing and agitating her extended clitoris. "Lordy, I love having you fuck, me, Honey."
"Sure do," he said, grunting as he withdrew his cock until just the knob was inside her cunt, hesitated, then reamed it back into her quivering body.
But his motions seemed to be desultory, almost bored. And it troubled Nola as she swiveled her ass around and around as Bob plowed his cock into her pussy. "Aren't you going to make it today, either? You didn't cum two days ago and only a little bit last Saturday. What's the matter, Bob? Don't you enjoy fucking with me?"
Nola opened her eyes and peered through a fine film of tears that trickled down the sides of her face, into her dainty ears. "You know I don't get nearly as much bang out of your banging me if you don't climax, too. That's the best part of our fun-when you shoot your gun and fill my pussy full of your thick hot jizz."
He didn't answer, but continued hunching his lean ass, driving his long, thick cock in and out of her hot, liquid pussy. He thrust in deep, hesitated, letting it soak in her coiling sex-hole, then drew far out, swabbing the massive glans in her soppy vulva and nudging her clit before slamming it back into her.
"Oooooh, I love that," she cooed, waggling her ass with abandon and up-fucking her pussy each time he chocked it full of cock.
Nola began gurgling as Bob's steady pumping of prick into pussy again lifted her into sensual heaven. "My pussy is exploding," she wailed, gloating as he humped her hard and fast, their bellies slapping together as he lunged the cock into her ravenous cunt.
"Why aren't you going to cum?" she fretted, shivering through her orgasm, her fingernails raking long red streaks across his back. "I love it so when you drive you cock deep into me and hose me full of your pearly honey. What's the matter, Bob?"
Still, he didn't reply.
Maybe, Nola thought, not relishing the idea, he wants all of me. Maybe he wants to-cornhole me. A cold shiver of dread fluttered through her. She had let a boy in high school try that one night after a beer party and the memory of the pain and humiliation lingered with her. But-a scowl drew deep wrinkles in her smooth brow-he wants me to-go down on him.
"Please cum, Honey," she cajoled, shaking her ass with renewed vigor. "Maybe if you fuck me real fast with long strokes, you'll cum off with a real fun-blast." She thought he had a gorgeous prick-but the idea of taking the blunt, purplish plum in her mouth and having him fuck the heavily veined shaft into her throat was repulsive to her.
"Feel my fucky muscles gripping your wonderful cock?" she purred, concentrating and writhing her vaginal walls around his pulsating shaft.
"You're really good," Bob said. "I do love fucking with you, Honey."
Maybe he's beginning to feel guilty because we aren't married yet, Nola fretted, aware of their combined coital juices seeping around his thick cork and soaking her asshole.
"I want you to cum," she said with determination, hoisting her butt high and up-fucking her cunt rapidly.
Nola could see the drawn drapes of her bedroom beyond Bob Chapman's right shoulder. The fall afternoon sun was fading and soon there would be rain, then snow. Nola drew her feet far back even with her head and gripped them so that her broadly Veed ass was even more defenseless and Bob could take her in the asshole, if he wished. Her brown anus was right there to be ravaged by his marauding monstrous cock.
She looked forward to the fall weather, the rains and the snows-and the valley and the foothills and the mountains needed the moisture.
"Honey," she implored, "that's it. Fuck me fast and hard and deep. Right now. I'm gonna cum again. Ooooohhh, Jeez, fuck it to me, Bob. Give me all your fabulous cock in deep thrusts. Fuck it to me 'til it hurts 'cause I'm gonna blast my pussy right out of my belly. Slam the prick to me, Honey. Ooooohhh, aaaaggghhh, gooodddd fuckin' cock. Lovely prick, terrific fucking. Golleeee, I love the way you bang Nola's little old greedy pussy."
The bed creaked ominously as Bob pummeled the prick into her pliant body and Nola smiled smugly as she careened through the best orgasm of the afternoon. The sound of Bob's prick going slock-slock, snock-snock, squish-squish in and out of her seething pussy, so snug around his fat cannon, deepened her satisfaction. And she loved the musky aroma of cock and pussy stewing up a storm.
Unbidden, her mind formed a thought and she wondered what Corbie Stephens and Terry Whitman were doing right then. Both of them had fluttered their eyelashes at Bob Chapman, but he was hers. She suppressed a giggle. They'd probably be envious as hell if they knew that Bob was riding high in her sex-saddle and she had spent the afternoon galloping through orgasm after orgasm.
Nola could visualize Terry correcting ninth grade English papers from her classes at the school for special children. Again, she was tempted to laugh gleefully, her mind picturing the red-haired teacher wading fretfully through reams of homework. She bet Terry would probably prefer being naked on her back with a good man between her long thighs, giving her twat a good workout.
Corbie's probably in the school's infirmary tending students with early flu or indigestion, Nola mused, grateful that Bob had resumed his coital endeavors. But she knew that she wasn't going to have another good cum because she was troubled that he hadn't. They'd been fucking for over an hour and he hadn't reached a climax and wasn't going to stream her twat full of juicy jizz.
"Make it, Honey," she wheeled, flopping her ass up and down, back and forth in a rotary motion. "Go, go, go; cum, cum, cum, Honey."
For about a minute he pumped his prick into her pussy recklessly and she thought he was about to make it. But he suddenly heaved his body from between her widely splayed legs and stared intently at her steamy pussy. He put a trembly hand across her parted sex-gash and massaged the profusely carpeted Venus mound with a thumb.
"You have such a beautiful pussy, Nola," Bob said fervently and bent his head into her crotch to kiss her hair-matted pussy lips and lick his tongue through her furrow.
"I envy you, Nola. You have such a deliciously gorgeous pussy," he continued. "And you have such a wonderful time with a man, getting your pussy punched full of cock."
"Oooohhh, Bob," she protested, lying flat on her back with her knees fanned wide so he could study her cunt and play with it with his fingers and kiss and tongue it. "You're the lucky one- men have a lot of fun. And you have a magnificent cock and sack of nuts."
His dark scowl cut off her words and a new worry wormed through her mind. Her psychiatric training alerted her that something was wrong- something almost frightening.
"Crap," Bob said grimly, still fingering her pussy, pushing his middle finger deep into her cunt, his thumb toying with her clit. "I know what I'm talking about. All those years I lived with my guardian aunt, I learned. She had more fun than a hundred women. I used to slip around and watch her get fucked by this man and that man-how she lived! Ever since, I guess," he said wistfully, "I've wanted to be a woman and have any man who wanted to, to fuck me."
"Oh, Bob," Nola protested, alarm bells ringing in her brain. "You wish no such thing."
"The hell I don't," he snorted vehemently, lurching from the bed and beginning to yank on his clothes. "I do wish I were a woman."
Slowly, numbly, Nola crept from the bed and picked up her undies. She straightened out her panties and laid them on the bed, then picked up the bra with its lacy cups.
Suddenly, Bob brightened. "Hey, Honey, let me. I get a thrill out of putting a bra and panties on a woman. Let me do it."
Nola felt stunned, but handed over the filmy harness and stood docilely as the stocky man with close-cropped brown hair fitted the cups over her firm, ample tits and hooked the strap in back. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, lifting first one foot then the other, stepping into her sheer skivvies. She trembled with little chill shivers of pleasure as he smoothed the satiny material over the buns of her butt and up through her crotch.
"Damn, I love to do that," he breathed rapidly. "T can just about shoot a load of jizz from doing that for a woman. I do wish I were a woman," he muttered gruffly, turning away as Nola finished dressing.
"How are things coming with the real estate development?" she sought to change the subject.
He was silent for a minute. His shoulders slumped. "The three-hundred and sixty acres are out there. The sewer and storm drains are all in. The utility company is about done with the underground electrical work. The telephone company finished last Friday. The first fifty condominium units will be finished by the first of the year."
"I'll never be able to afford such luxury," Nola said brightly, slipping past him, patting him on the butt, then squeezing the prominent genital bulge in his slacks. "Let's have a drink? You want me to fix something to eat?"
"Not hungry," Bob said. "The drink is okay."
After he was gone, Nola sat in the dark living room, worried, sipping a drink. Is he sick? she fretted.
She wished she had someone to discuss it with. Surely not Terry or Corbie, again wondering what the two were doing. She mixed another drink and detoured to the bathroom, bringing back a small mirror and hair brush to groom long, blonde hair slightly tousled from her romp on the over-size bed with Bob.
"I'm a psychologist and school counselor for the kids here and expected to be able to cope with problems-and I'm the one who needs advice," she said dully. "We studied such cases in college-and Bob Chapman has a problem."