Chapter 2
Nola had presumed correctly about what Terry Whitman and Corbie Stephens were doing. Terry was correcting test papers and Corbie was administering medicinal dosages to the six teenaged boys in the fourteen-bed school infirmary.
The husky young man with the broken leg from football practice received three aspirins and a fleeting kiss on the forehead from the pixie-like nurse with black hair cut in a page boy.
"Don't try running any foot races," Corbie smiled as she left.
"I can perform in other events that don't require running," the lanky youth retorted.
"I bet you can," Corbie smiled faintly, entering another room with a hypodermic.
She stood for a moment, studying the lean youth propped up in bed reading the latest copy of Sports Illustrated. "I have a little ol' needle with antibiotics and Vitamin B for that summer pneumonia," Corbie smiled, winking, approaching the bed.
"Put it in my arm or shoulder," the youth frowned flinched, pushing a hand toward Corbie. There was a flickering of embarrassment in his eyes.
"Nope," Corbie shook her short, black hair. "You're a well-muscled young man, out you don't have enough meat on your bones for it." For a moment she contemplated what kind of meat he had on his male bone. "So, it's in the rump, Buster." She set a bottle of rubbing alcohol and box of cotton swabs on the table. "Roll over on your side and let me at your butt."
The youth flashed her a look of rebellion and dread, then squirmed onto his right side. "Aw, Nurse Stephens, I don't think I need a shot of that stuff. I'm feeling lots better now."
"Doctor's orders," Corbie persisted. I bet hot-pants Terry wished she were here to watch this. Someday, she's going to get stubborn and refuse to come across unless I let her at one of these young studs, Corbie frowned thoughtfully, tossing back the sheet.
Deftly, she parted the hospital gown that was split down the back to reveal the youth's naked back and lean buttocks. "This won't be much more than a little sting," she said soothingly, soaking a cotton swab in alcohol and applying it to the smooth fanny bun. She took up the hypodermic in her right hand and placed her left on the boy's hard flesh. Yep, little Terry would just about pop her nuts just from watching this, she suppressed a giggle.
She ran her fingers into the clenched ass crack and bunched the flesh. "Relax," she coaxed, massaging his butt provocatively. "You ought to relax and enjoy this. Not every guy gets a girl to play with his rump. "I bet Terry would give an arm and one of her shapely legs to do this-and play with the toys you got between your legs, Corbie mused, a momentary shiver of excitement flushing hotly through her belly. I wonder where and when she got her yen to get her jollies with young kids? I wonder if she goes down on them? If she sucks cock the way she eats pussy, she could drive a young stud crazy.
"Relax your butt," she said flatly, enjoying the pinching and fondling of his lean loaf. Before he could protest, she stung the needle to him, deposited the medicine and extracted it. She mopped at the tiny puncture with the cotton swab and slapped him sharply on the bare ass. She tossed the covers back over him. "Okay, young stallion, that settles you for the evening and night. The night aide will be on in a little bit to bring your din-din."
She returned to the station and met the LVN who was on until midnight. "When the doctor calls in from his clinic, tell him all is well here at the school and he needn't drive out to check the patients."
"Are you going into Ogden tonight?" the heavy-set LVN asked.
"Not tonight," Corbie smiled. "I'll be upstairs in my apartment. I'll probably be down about midnight when you go off and make the rounds with you." She turned toward the stairs to the second floor and the apartment provided by the private school.
She mixed a martini and wandered restlessly through the quarters. For a time she stood at the large picture window facing the Wasatch Mountains of Eastern Utah. The lowering sun painted the sheer mountains a fire red and Corbie frowned. The Salt Lake City and Ogden newspapers carried stories every day about fire danger. What would happen if a fire started in the mountains in late October? The school superintendent had said more than once that the school was very vulnerable if fire started in this area. And what about Bob Chapman's ritzy land development? She knew that he had a lot invested in the project up Weber Canyon.
She frowned and went to make a fresh martini. She wondered whether Bob and Nola were making out. "They must be," she pouted, strolling to the west window of the living room to peer out toward the Great Salt Lake, in the direction of Nola's apartment on the west side of the campus. "I bet Nola would be a hot sex partner-with those smoldering blue eyes and the way her butt rolls and wiggles when she walks."
Corbie licked her lips absently, conjuring up a full picture of Nola Jones in her mind's eye- a picture of Nola naked, stretched out on a bed with her knees drawn up and fanned wide, hands reaching out, plush boobies firm and proud, full lips puckered slightly for a kiss. "Goddamn, I'd like that," Corbie sighed wistfully, aware of a delicious, teasing and itching and burning between her legs. "I wonder if our psych-counselor has ever made it with another gal?"
She pressed a dainty hand against her flat tummy, let her fingers push into her love-mound and pussy smile. "I don't care if she's letting Bob Chapman shaft his big cock into her cunny-that would just make it all the hotter and juicier for tonguing."
She went into the bedroom and removed the pants suit nurse uniform and returned to the kitchen for another drink, wearing nothing but white panties and bra and white saddle shoes. She flounced into a big chair, scowling. "I could call Terry," she murmured, "but she'd probably wheedle at me to set her up with one of the kids in the infirmary. I don't know whether a session of girl-girl sex with her is worth giving her new promises or not. But I do need my pussy tickled, my titties kissed-."
Corbie finished the drink and eeled out of the chair. "What I really want is that gorgeous Nola Jones-belly to belly, titties to titties, lips to lips." She unhooked the bra as she strode toward the bathroom. She dropped the bra and panties in a clothes hamper and ran a tub of hot water. She brought a wooden box from the bedroom closet and set up the little machine beside the tub, plugged the cord into the electric shaver outlet beside the medicine cabinet mirror.
"You'll have to do," she murmured, attaching the long, thick, rubbery gadget to the flex cable. She pinched the bulbous end which had fanned out feathers and delicate bristles. "If a man had a penis that resembled this, no woman would let him near her twat," she smiled, gripping the handle behind the ludicrous imitation of a man's sex organ. She flipped the switch and watched it rotate slowly. The harder she squeezed on the handle, the faster it turned.
Corbie turned off the water and stepped tentatively into the tub, slowly settling her body into the steaming water. "Oooooo, damn, the hot water lapping against my butt and asshole and pussy just about makes me cum," she sighed. Settling onto her knees, she dipped the gadget into the water, then soaped the feathers and bristles thoroughly.
For several minutes, with the big sausage rotating slowly, she played it over her smooth, high-tilted breasts, concentrating on the taut nipples that swelled to smooth, dark berries, turning redder and redder as they grew more tumescent. "Wish I could suck my own titties," she whined softly, fingers of her free hand kneading the pliant melon flesh.
Slowly, she sat back in the tub, her feet up on the sides, knees spread as far as they would go. "Okay, you ready, pussy? You're about to get a treat; I'm gonna run my little feather duster up you and sweep you out."
With the synthetic prick turning rapidly, she ran it down across her tummy and let it churn in her pubic hair, against her Venus mound. With her free hand, she parted the swollen lips of her pussy to expose her red-glazed vulva.
She kicked and lurched wildly when the spinning dildo whirred into her gash, sweeping her extended clit. "Aaaaiiieeee," she wailed shrilly as she continued to work the feathered tool up and down through her sex-furrow. "Wonder what it would be like to shove this thing up my butt hole and turn it on full force?"
Corbie shuddered violently each time the whirling tool flew past the fluttering curtain that shielded her vagina.
Her feet kicked high in the air as she slammed into an orgasm that sent electrical tingles from her toes into her scalp. She moved her hand in between her satiny thighs and aimed the spinning knob at her hole. "Oooohhhh, better not," she moaned, releasing her grip on the handle so that the long, thick barrel came to a stop. "I better fuck it all the way into my twatty first- before I start it to sweeping."
She used her left hand to spread the blood-gorged petals of her pussy far apart and levered and pried and pushed the artificial prick into her pussy. Slowly, slowly, slowly. "All the way," she groaned, mouth contorted, eyes squinted shut as she concentrated on the slow penetration of her tight cunt with the massive instrument. She applied more pressure with her right hand. "Come on, go past the cervix, you dumb fucker," she moaned, her left hand now probing at her flat belly, trying to feel the monstrous shaft that was bloating her sex-canal.
"This is good," she panted, continuing to burrow the fake prick into her body. "Bet it would be really good, with it spinning in my pussy with -with-with Nola kissing and sucking my titties and Terry licking my asshole, trying to push her tongue up my rectum."
With the big barrel completely imbedded in her tight, coiling snatch, she rested. "I'd even pay Nola if she would let me eat her hair pie and chew on her tittie-tips. If she didn't want to eat my pussy, that would be okay." She wished that Nola were there, in the tub with her, so she could eat her pussy and butt hole while Nola worked the dildo in and out of her throbbing pussy.
Timidly, tentatively, Corbie squeezed the handle. Just the slightest spin of the tube in her tunnel almost caused her to bounce right out of the tub. "Aaaaaggghhhh-aaaieeee," she whimpered, tone a mixture of pleasure and agony. "This thing does that to me every time," she panted, bracing herself and squeezing the handle for a quick spurt of spinning in her twat.
Her vision blurred as a violent climax exploded deep in her loins. Her butt bounced recklessly in the tub and water splashed onto the tile floor. "Jesus, a man's cock can never do that to a gal's hot pussy," she groaned with ecstasy, breath short from the sudden surge of sexual splendor that shook her entire body.
She grasped the handle with both hands and squeezed hard. "Aaaaggggh," she screamed, keeping the pressure on so the object buried in her snatch spun at full speed, the feathers and bristles fluttering maddeningly against the twitching and writhing walls of her vagina. "I can't stand it," she shouted. But she kept it going, drilling and boring inside her quivering cunt.
"It would be absolutely perfect," she howled, "if Nola and Terry were loving my tits and asshole. I'd even settle for a man's cock fucking in and out of my mouth right now. This is heavenly. Blast off, little pussy. Have a hard cum. I'm maaaakkkking it againnnnnn."
Corbie's hot, rounded little ass bounced wildly in the water as she continued fucking herself with the pleasure-pole. "Gotta have just one more delectable climax," she said plaintively, gouging the tool up and down, back and forth in her cunt.
"Fire in my hole." Corbie yelped a sensation of being reamed out with a red-hot pole all the way into her bowels. "Nola," she whined, "Bob Chapman's prick can't do half as much for your pussy as I can," she wept softly, keeping the spinning nut-cracker buried in her clenching cunt. "Wish I had the nerve and the strength to shove this thing up my ass and let it work. I never had a climax in the butt hole . . ."
It was dark when Terry Whitman finished grading papers and getting the next day's lesson firm in her mind. She saw Bob Chapman drive away from Nola's apartment down Faculty Street. "Nola probably got some loving," she pouted enviously. "I guess she's getting his peter pretty regularly-I see his car there every day or two."
She tensed her muscles, pressing her sleek, tapering thighs tightly against her crotch. "I haven't had my pussy popped by a man's prick in ages-just Corbie's hot tongue and her fancy tool inside me. And her tongue-it's really good- isn't long and thick enough."
Tears of frustration welled briefly in her green eyes. She shook her long, red hair back over her shoulders peevishly. "I've just about come to the conclusion Corbie is giving me the come-on and a stall about fun with the boys in the infirmary. She's just promising and promising me so I'll make love with her. I'm getting a little tired of it."
But the thought of the ambitious Corbie, naked and aggressive, laving her titties with her tongue and eating and tonguing out her pussy created a burning desire in her inwards.
Terry brewed a pot of coffee and laced a cup with brandy. "I wonder whether Nola is straight or liberal? I'd like to be watching from some place if and when Corbie ever puts the make on her-like she says she'd like to."
She stood at a side window of the living room and peered thoughtfully toward Nola's. "Corbie says any gal will strip off her clothes and wrestle-eat pussy and suck titties and swallow cock-if the timing is right."
Terry watched a light turned on in Nola's living room, frowned resentfully when drapes were drawn. "I don't think I could go down on a guy and give him a-blow job," she said softly, voice just above a troubled whisper. "In the pussy, a prick is fantastic, though."
Continuing to gaze toward Nola's, Terry let a thought grow in her mind. "If I got Nola over to Corbie's place and Corbie had a chance to make a play at her, would Corbie, then, let me check out some of the boys? I know that football kid is there-with a broken leg. And that wouldn't keep us from fucking. Not like a boy with pneumonia or the flu or something."
From the front porch, Terry could see drapes drawn over lighted windows of Corbie's apartment. She waved to the school superintendent and his wife as they drove away, probably going into Ogden or Salt Like City, she guessed.
Why not? Terry mused, tormented by an itching and craving between her legs that sent burning quivers into her ass hole. If it doesn't work, nothing will be lost, will there? She changed quickly into a green jersey dress-left off her panties. Just in case.