Chapter 6
"That's a lot of lightning," Nola fretted, cocking her head to listen. "It could set fires in the mountains."
"Probably," Corbie agreed, "but I bet that lightning is like a Fourth of July sparkler compared with that sweet Terry is stirring up somewhere right now."
"Oh? What?" Nola puzzled, then the implication struck her and she knew her face flushed slowly. Recalling the redhead's reaction to Corbie's story about watching the boy have a wet dream and seeing the kid masturbate, she presumed Terry was somewhere in the school infirmary, venting her passion on some young boy's prick.
She really didn't want any more to drink, but she silently accepted the fresh one Corbie mixed. She wished-and she didn't-that Corbie wouldn't sit like that, across the room. She could see up her shorts' legs and see her hairy crotch, the curly hair bushy and black.
"Are you and Bob Chapman having a little affair?" Corbie asked solemnly, a faint smile on her lips.
Nola didn't reply, but her face seemed to glow with heat. And she knew that Corbie read the truth.
"That's all right, Nola honey," Corbie said candidly. "A girl needs sexing regularly-especially if she is rather isolated as we are here at the school. We don't get out on a steady basis and our social life is limited. I think that is why Terry has developed this strong yen for the young boys here at the school. I know my sexual needs are more excessive than if I were living and working in town. And my desires might be called perverted by some people who don't understand."
Nola watched Corbie spread her knees even wider to increase the exposure of her pubic region. "I confess that I don't fully comprehend what you mean," she said weakly, perplexed by the strange enchantment of peering at Corbie's exposed pussy.
"Don't you?" Corbie challenged, wrinkles in her brow, lips curled downward into a poutish frown. "I'll say it real plain for you then. I can have all the stud meat in my cunt I want-the young boys who come into the infirmary, the doctor who comes out to treat them, the school's attorney, the bookkeeper, visiting fathers, the men teachers and even the school superintendent. But I have a fondness for another loving woman."
"Lesbianism?" Nola put a label on it, surprised she didn't react with shock, dismay and revulsion. Instead, there was an excited nagging, jangling of nerves in her loins. Sex with another girl? Independently, it seemed, her mind framed the lascivious, lewd thought: What would it be like, having another girl make love to her?
And is that what Corbie is trying to lead up to? Nola wondered timidly. With me? I should jump to my feet and run.
"Yes, I'll have another drink, Corbie," she said tonelessly. I don't want to run? What the hell is the matter with me? Her eyes blinked and her vision was blurred. Did Bob's talk about wanting to be a woman create some lascivious frame of mind in my brain. I'm straight, aren't I? She squinted her eyes, staring more keenly at Corbie's crotch, not having noticed that the black-haired pixie had pushed the crotch of her shorts to one side so that her sex-crease was laid open to scrutiny. And she does want me for a partner, Nola scowled.
And I'm not running . . .
The glitter in Corbie's black eyes left Nola feeling weak, helpless and trapped-with an alien excitement coursing through every vein and along every nerve.
Nola sat unmoving as Corbie lithely stood and strolled across the room, placing her hands on the arms of Nola's chair and leaning toward her. Nola peered for a moment into Corbie's solemn, expressionless face, then her gaze swept downward inside Corbie's blouse to stare at the ripe cones dangling free.
"Would you do me a favor, Honey?" Corbie asked softly.
Nola's brain seemed to spin and she licked her lips as she stared at the dark aureoles and pointy nipples that tipped Corbie's perfect breast-fruit. Whatever it was, she knew she should refuse, should push Corbie aside and rush out of the apartment and flee to the safety of her own quarters.
"What do you want me to do?" Nola asked huskily-knowing something of what Corbie had in mind.
"I'd be so grateful," Corbie whispered, her face just inches from Nola's her breath hot and sweet against Nola's dry lips. "Did watching that boy twist himself out of shape and jack off and give himself a blow job do something for you? I know it did! Honey," Corbie said even more softly, her face almost brushing Nola's, "if you ever want to get a little servicing from some of the kids-or others I mentioned-just let little Corbie know. Okay?"
Nola felt that her throat was so dry she couldn't answer. Her entire body seemed enveloped in a feverish blanket. If Corbie tries to kiss me, what should I do?
Her answer immediately followed the question as Corbie pressed her soft lips to Nola's, sucked gently and ran the tip of her hot, wet tongue back and forth. Nola's mouth opened slowly and Corbie's tongue crept inside to tease her own into squiggling and curling and darting in and out of Corbie's vacuuming mouth.
"Ooooohhhh, we shouldn't do things like this, Corbie," Nola whined, a sense of misery and shame worming into her mind.
"Tish," Corbie breathed, an arm curling around Nola's neck so that she could French-kiss the beautiful blonde forcefully. "You will do me that favor won't you, Honey?"
Nola was unaware that her arms rose and her hands rested on Corbie's hips, slid behind the diminutive brunette to pat and caress and knead the firm roundness of her butt moons.
"I guess so," Nola gasped for breath, sucking on Corbie's swishing, swirling, snaking tongue in her mouth.
"Come on, Honey, I'll show you," Corbie crooned happily, taking Nola's wrists and urging her to her feet.
Feet seeming to drag, Nola let Corbie lead her toward the back of the apartment, into the bedroom. Her mind felt numb and bewildered as she watched Corbie strip down naked.
"Wait right here, Honey, I'll be right back," Corbie laughed merrily, skipping out of the bedroom. In seconds, she returned to hand Nola a can and a safety razor. Gillette Foamy, Nola blinked dumbly at the objects in her hand. "Know what I want you to do? What I need?" Corbie pressed. "I think you do, Honey. Please get up on the bed, your feet toward the head-get over a little bit and let me on."
Nola stood on her knees and watched Corbie stretch out beside her, scissor her legs and fan her knees wide. "Honey, take it off-take it all off!"
Nola swallowed hard. She had never had her eyes so near another woman's sex region-especially presented to her in such an obscene posture. And she did not know what Corbie wanted. "I-don't know-Corbie."
"Suuuuurrreee, you do, Nola," Corbie giggled, hunching her butt upward, making little coital bumps with her lovemound and fully exposed pussy. The lips seemed glued together in a tight, inscrutable smile. The Venus mound was plump and profusely forested; the coarse, curly hair grew wildly down between Corbie's legs, almost to her anal entry. The outer lips of her vulva were prominently bloated.
"I'm not sure," Nola gasped. "I never have done anything like this."
"You can do it," Corbie encouraged, patting Nola on the fanny, fingertips teasing the tight crevice. "Take your time and enjoy your sartorial endeavors. Get every single hair."
"Listen to that thunder and the striking lightning," Nola fretted, uncertain, delaying as long as she could.
"Nothing to what will be happening here-between us, Honey," Corbie chortled. "Please do me, Baby."
Still, Nola hesitated, body trembling as she felt a hand undo the button at the band of her skirt. Then the zipper skidded slowly, down the crack of her ass. The skirt gaped and sagged away from her waist. "Oooohhh, Corbie! What are we doing?"
"Hush, Honey-love, and do what I want you to. Please?"
Nola remained unmoving as Corbie tugged the skirt and half-slip down her quivering thighs to the crook of her knees. The breath whistled through her nose as Corbie's cool hands rolled her panties down her tapering thighs. And her ass was bare to Corbie's glittering eyes.
"Gorgeous butt," Corbie breathed, her hands playing over the smooth globs of firm flesh. "What a nice, deep crack you have." And she ran her fingers into it, teasing against Nola's butt hole.
"Aaaahhhh, noooo," Nola protested, body trembling. But she remained motionless.
"Go ahead and do me, Honey," Corbie implored. "Don't worry about getting lather and hair on the sheet-it needs laundering anyway."
At Corbie's unspoken insistence, Nola maneuvered her body and legs so that Corbie could strip away her clothes. And she shook the can, aimed it between Corbie's spread thighs and pressed the button. There was a sharp hiss and Corbie's pubic area was flooded with fluffy foam. Whipped cream on her hair-pie, she thought feeling as if she were having a weird dream or were hypnotized. Slowly, she moved the can in a rotary motion, spraying Corbie's crotch full. A sudden thought tickled her. "Hey, your pussy-cat has hydrophobia!"
Nola squealed suddenly as Corbie forced a hand in between her thighs and stabbed a finger into her pussy and another deep into her asshole. "Heeeeeyyyyy," Nola yelped, her eyes opening wide. A torrid flood of pleasure rippled through her guts and her pussy as Corbie wiggled her fingers in her two holes.
"Fun, huh? You like that, don't you, Nola?" Corbie laughed, finger-fucking her ass and cunt simultaneously.
Nola didn't answer, but bent her face toward Corbie's crotch and firmly raked the sharp razor from the fringe at the top of her love-parapet to the upper crinkle of her pussy-smile. She turned the razor over to use the other edge and mowed off a swath from inner thigh to inner thigh. Then she opened the razor slightly and wiped off the glistening tendrils of pussy hair on the side of the sheet.
Meticulously, she shaved all the hair from the thick, bloated lips, going back over the region several times. Corbie whimpered when Nola pressed her ass cheeks down so she could get the wisps of hair that grew near the dark brown, crinkled anus.
"Jesus, I almost cum when your fingers touched my butt," Corbie whimpered, her ass lurching coitally.
Nola pushed her fingers into Corbie's torrid vulva to stretch out the thick petals to slick-shave her curvy sex-area. "Never shaved a pussy before -I like it," she panted.
But what I think I really like is the way you're finger-fucking my pussy and my asshole, Nola thought dreamily, a fire raging in both of her holes.
She lifted an edge of the sheet and wiped off the excess lather and stared at Corbie's shorn pussy. Timidly, she ran the tips of her fingers over the little love-pillow and the thick, pulpish lips that guarded her sex-mouth. Corbie's butt hunched and lurched and bucked under her caresses.
A hairless pussy looks so innocent and pure, she thought, cupping Corbie's crotch area and working a thumb inside the vulva, nudging her erect clitoris that had emerged from its dainty sheath.
"Aaaaaggghhhh," Corbie gasped, ass bucking as Nola gouged two fingers as far as she could up Corbie's cunt. A satanic satisfaction burned through her as she plowed her fingers ruthlessly into Corbie's defenseless snatch, feeling the oils of passion coating them. Corbie up-fucked erratically when Nola scratched at her clit with a thumbnail. "Eeeiiieee," Corbie screamed. Her feet kicked high into the air when Nola stabbed the middle finger of her other hand to the fist-knuckles into her bowels.
Instinctively, Nola crawled over Corbie, her knees hard against the sides of Corbie's firm, jutting breasts. She settled her rear end and felt Corbie's jerky breathing on the inner planes of her thighs. And Corbie took her fingers from her rear canal and cunt and Nola felt her hot, tepid breath in her fanny ravine and against the sagging, open pouch of her pecker-receptacle. She sat down firmly, her crotch smothered over Corbie's pixie-face. Eat me, Nola was inclined to shout triumphantly, but already Corbie had opened her dainty mouth and she was kiss-sucking her butt hole and her tongue was waggling and licking through her fuck-trench, the tip paying loving homage to the sharp little fun-thorn.
I'm going to climax, Nola thought, mind swirling dreamily as Corbie snaked her tongue, scooplike, deep as she could into her twatty-cove. By Corbie's groaning and butt-writhing, Nola knew her love-partner was reeling through a cum. And Nola attacked her butt hole and cunt almost brutally with her fingers.
"Cuuummm," Corbie screamed and Nola shook her ass around on Corbie's face, reveling and rejoicing in the jubilating sensation of tongue up her cunt and dabbling at her clit.
"Stick a finger up my steamy snatch and work your tongue into my ass," Nola howled, her innards retching deliriously. She felt Corbie stretch her butt cheeks apart, opening the way to her bowels and stabbing her tongue into her asshole. She went all the way off when Corbie reamed three or four fingers far into her pussy.
A brazen, cunning thought squirreled into her mind and Nola picked up the shaving cream can, shook it briskly and aimed the spout into Corbie's snatch.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Corbie screamed as the thick foamy was jetted into her twat. Nola kept pouring in until Corbie's fuck-canal was full and her pussy over-flowed.