Chapter 4
Nola and Terry stood to one side while Corbie talked with the nurse. "The kid with the broken leg has been asking for a sedative-says he can't sleep," the LVN said. "And one of the boys says he can't sleep and insists on reading."
"We'll let him read, then," Corbie said professionally. "Did you give the kid some aspirin and a sleeping pill?"
"Just some aspirin. There's no sedative on his chart by the doctor," the nurse said.
"Go on home, I'll take care of things," Corbie told the dumpy nurse. "Okay?"
After the LVN was gone, Corbie unlocked the drugs room and got a capsule, in a little paper cup. "This ought to invite the sandman to visit the football hero. Come on, you two."
Nola and Terry stood just inside the room as Corbie watched the youth with the broken leg swallow the medicine. "Leg's hurting you, huh, and you can't sleep? This will do it. Maybe the cast is a little tight until the swelling goes down."
In the hall, Corbie said, "He'll go blotto in a min."
While they were having coffee in the lounge, Corbie cocked her head to one side. "Hey, I think I heard thunder. Maybe we'll have some rain."
Conversation lagged and Corbie said, "Anyone hungry? I can fix some sandwiches."
Neither Nola nor Terry wanted anything to eat. As Corbie refilled their cups, there was a tremendous crash of thunder that seemed to shake the building. "Now, that was thunder," Nola smiled.
"Not rain thunder," Terry said.
"Our weather expert," Corbie smiled. "You two? I bet I can tell you why that one kid isn't sleeping and wants to read. Wanta bet?"
"Why?" Terry sniffed.
"Ho, ho, ho," Corbie scoffed. "Aren't you the naive little gal, though. Follow me real quiet and let's peek in his room." '
Puzzled, Nola tagged along in the rear as they moved silently down the dimly lit corridor to pause at the glass of the door into the room. Corbie looked in cautiously. "He's still reading. But, I know I'm right. He's already kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed. Let's watch- I'm sure he can't see us, even if he looks this direction."
With their heads bunched, they stared into the room. The reading lamp cast light down the bed, clearly illuminating the boy's figure, his bare legs protruding from the short hospital gown.
"He's reading a sports magazine, but I'll bet his mind isn't on baseball and such-it's on a different kind of sport."
They watched in silence for several minutes. Then Corbie whispered, "He's getting ready. See his left hand sneaking under the hem of the gown ? Terry, you got any idea what he's scratching? I bet you do."
Playing with himself, Nola frowned, feeling she should shrink away-but fascination held her. Her breath caught as the boy slowly tugged the gown high up around his waist, bent his knees and spread them far apart.
"Nice batch of goodies," Corbie whispered triumphantly as the boy's hand cupped and he lifted his testicles and still-limber penis.
"He's gonna jack off, girls," Corbie hooted softly, her arms going around Nola's and Terry's backs-up high so her hands slipped into their armpits, against the plushy sides of their breasts. "Ever watched a kid masturbate, Nola?" she asked, tone slightly goading.
Nola swallowed harshly, shook her head.
"First time for everything," Corbie whispered in her ear, making a little kissing sound. "Just like there's a first time for getting fucked and losing your cherry. Once your fruit has been pluck-fucked, it can never be harvested again."
Timorously, the youth tightened his grip on his genitals, squeezing his balls in their sac until it was smooth-skinned. The knob of his cock expanded as his fingers forced blood into it.
"He's got a good one," Terry gasped as he stretched his cock out.
"Six or seven inches," Corbie said scornfully.
"What's that mean?" Terry challenged. "That's a nice-sized prick in anybody's snatch."
"Hush, you hard-up little hussy," Corbie giggled softly. "Just watch him now. You know, you are right, he's going to have a proud sex-post, once he gets it loaded. Maybe seven or eight inches. Would you like to suck it, Terry?"
"Oh, damn you, Corbie," Terry complained, tone a little flustered.
The youth laid the magazine aside and cupped his husky nuts with his left hand and grasped his peter with his right. A good two inches protruded beyond his fingers and thumb. And Nola thought she felt a faint, hot trickle down the insides of her thighs. Why, she fretted silently, does something like this get me hot? It's just not normal-is it ?
The kid continued jostling his balls in the sac as he slowly flogged his hand up and down on his peter which grew rapidly, stiffening and thickening in his grasp. Even from that distance, Nola could clearly see the glans puffing and gorging. The ridge that formed the corona was immensely thick.
"A real pussy-banger," Corbie whispered harshly.
"Jesus," Terry panted and Nola thought the redhead was about to start fondling her pussy right there. She wasn't sure whose female aroma she smelled-Terry's or her own.
"At full mast," Corbie observed, "now watch his hand fly. Wow! He can really jack off."
"He's gonna shoot his wonderful jizz all over -and not in a pussy," Terry complained.
"Maybe-maybe not," Corbie contradicted.
The boy's facial features were screwed up in a contortion of erotic pleasure as he flogged the thick, tight skin of his cock up over the thick bulb on the end, then back down.
"Damned good long cock," Corbie pointed out. "For a kid."
For anybody, Nola thought, a quivering in her cunt and a flush of heat permeating her slender body.
Suddenly, the boy let loose of his prick and let it lay trembling on his heaving belly. Go on and jack off, Nola was tempted to yell at him, caught up in a strange storm of passion.
But the boy yanked the pillow from under his head and back, wadding it and thrusting it under his buttocks, lifting his almost-hairless crotch high in the air.
"Whoops! Let's watch this," Corbie hissed.
The boy's fat balls completely stuffed his bag and the head of his prick dribbled clear honey onto his tummy. Then he swung his feet back behind his head, hooking his toes in the top railing of the bedstead.
"Ooooohhhh, goddamn," Terry hummed in a fit of erotic sensualism. "He's gonna-he's gonna try to suck his own cock."
After a moment, Corbie corrected, "Not just gonna try-he's gonna do it."
He maneuvered his body into a tight scissor so that the head of his prick pushed against his chin. He cupped a hand under his uptilted rump and pulled.
"He wants every inch he can get," Corbie said softly. "Look at the size of his cock-head."
I'm looking, I'm looking, Nola said silently, her eyes riveted on the boy's asshole and crack and lolling balls and long, fat cock. He used his free hand to lift his prick and his mouth opened and his exploring tongue lapped the cock-plum into his cheek.
I never dreamed a boy could do that to himself, she frowned, admiration and wonder in her sex-heated brain. He began masturbating his hand along the blood-veined barrel as he sucked and tongued the head of his prick. His eyes were squenched shut as he avidly devoured his own sex-tool.
Corbie opened the door just a crack and they could hear the slurp-slurp of his tongue and lips and mouth on the big head of his own prick. His balls yo-yo'ed up and down as his hand flew back and forth on the heavy sex-meat. He didn't miss a stroke as his prick began spasming his jizz into his own mouth.
Nola could see his throat working frantically to accommodate the flood of male sex-sap. His fingers milked out every last drop and she could see his cheeks cave in as he sucked mightily to drain off all of his pleasure-juice.
"Son of a bitch," Terry panted and Nola thought she was going to sag to the floor and attack her own pussy with her clenching hands. "I know boys and girls masturbate-but I never thought I would ever see it. Ooooh, how fucking exciting!"
"Shit," Corbie said, turning them away from the youth who had huddled under the sheet and appeared to be asleep.
Nola felt as if she were in a trance as they returned to Corbie's apartment. The feeling persisted as she accepted the tall, icy drink the small, curvy registered nurse served. There was no doubt about it, watching the youngster play with his peter-even suck it and cum in his own mouth-had a hypnotic effect on her.
There was still an intense, wanton churning deep in her fluid cunt. All she had to do was close her eyes and she could see the boy, body contorted, devouring his own rigid sex-joint as his hand flogged back and forth on the meaty pussy-probe.
If pressed for a response, she would have to agree with Terry that it was a terrible waste of virile cock, a kid beating his meat like that. She wasn't sure but what she would have strode into the room and planted her own ass on his belly and thighs and fucked him off with her pussy. That is, if she had been alone.
The erotic craving was so intense in her mind that she only heard Terry say, "I think I'll get along." The words came to her dully, but registered-with a sense of dread.
"Yes, yes, I suppose I better go, too," she murmured. But she didn't move to get to her feet. And Corbie was sitting across the room from her, legs spread, hairy pussy in evidence.
"No need," Terry said. "Stay and visit with Corbie."