Mark Carver - Two-way wife

Even then, the nurse knew she hadn't just brought home a cute runaway for her husband.

She'd brought home a whole bizarre new way of life, and none of them would ever be the same after the hot, insatiable young blonde.

Don stood over the sleeping teenager, the biggest hard-on of his life pounding between his naked thighs. It was impossible to sleep with a juicy little piece like this so close. Asleep, the girl looked deceptively like an angel, her face smooth and untroubled. But he'd seen the way she'd sized him up earlier, her reckless eyes lingering on his huge crotch, the gleam of quick desire unmistakable.

She was no cherry – far from it, in fact, he knew at once. Once passionate girls her age started to screw, they went crazy for a while, unable to get enough of the novelty. For some, the obsession wore off after a couple of years and they settled down to a regular routine of periodic screwing.

Others, like this sexy, blue-eyed, ripely-curved little mink just got hotter and wilder. Don knew the type well, remembered them from his high-school years. Only he didn't recall any that looked this delicious.

Even with his rod leaping eagerly, a giant drop of cream oozing from his knob, he hesitated. She could scream rape and he'd have a hell of a time explaining that one to Laura. But his wife was acting strange too, not letting him have any for the first time since he'd known her, knowing damn well the bold, hungry way the half-drunk girl had stared at him.

Almost as if she wanted him to screw Cindy.

His boiling loins knotted in a tight ball of lust, his massive prick quivering with hot need, Don tried to decide whether to just crawl in the sack with her or wake her up first.

Cindy saved him the trouble.

Her eyelids suddenly flew open and gleamed on him in the semi-dark living room. She was still stoned, still dazed with wine, her mind whirling as she tried to remember where she was and how she got here.

And who this naked stud with his enormous cock was, standing over her. But Cindy wasn't the least bit frightened. She was tough deep down, ever since she'd lost her cherry in a rape at a young age. Soft, tawny, lusciously curved and sexy on the outside, and hard as tempered steel on the inside.

The sequence of events came back to her mind in a rush – being picked up by the cops, the nurse at the Emergency Ward in the hospital, going with her to her apartment. This was the brunette's husband.

And built like a bull.

Her pulse quickening, Cindy threw aside the sheets and spread her silky thighs wide. Naturally passionate to begin with, wine and grass always left her feverish for sex. She hadn't minded screwing the guy in the VW bus and letting his wife go down on her, but when they insisted on tying her down, Cindy had gotten savage, almost hysterical with panic.

Being tied down was like being locked up, and she hated the idea intensely, so she'd gotten out fast.

"Hey, man," she said hoarsely, "come on in!" Cindy patted the bed beside her, her plump tits heaving with excitement.

"Shhhhhh!" Don whispered, putting his finger to his lips. "Don't wake up my wife, kid."

He got in bed beside her and instantly the blonde's warm fingers seized his prick in a feverish grip. Panting eagerly, Cindy crouched down between Don's hairy thighs and clutched his burning knob in her wet lips. She began whipping her soft mouth up and down on his cock furiously, jerking the base of his meat in her fist rapidly.

Groaning, Don held her head in his hands and began gently fucking her mouth, gasping with pleasure. Shit, she was raping him with her tight, juicy mouth! It was more of an all-out assault than a blowjob, her fiery lips and frantic tongue sucking and swirling and darting on his fleshy rod, trying urgently to drain his hot jism out of him.

"Oooooo nice, kid, ah, shit, beautiful! Oh you little cocksucker, that's great!" Don gasped, trying to keep his voice low. Wild, wanton thrills rippled through his meat as Cindy sucked and whipped her tight mouth on him, jerking him off at the same time in a frenzy of excitement.

His wife Laura wasn't exactly an amateur when it came to giving blowjobs, but the blonde's mouth was blazing with hot sex, silky and wet and feverishly tight, intent only on draining his boiling cream from him as quickly as possible.

Cindy was in her natural element now, her throat tingling eagerly and her mouth rammed with his immense hard prick. She loved going down on guys, gulping down their thick, salty jism in greedy swallows, tickling and squeezing their hairy balls with her fingers, the pungent sweat of their crotches stinging her nostrils with excitement.

Cindy loved anything to do with sex, as long as she wasn't trapped or tied down. She especially delighted in wanton sex with other girls. She hadn't gone down on a pussy in months now, ever since that stewardess picked her up on Sunset Strip in L.A. and brought her back to her plush apartment.

The stewardess, a tall, sleek redhead, fell madly in love with the young blonde overnight and wanted to keep her, buy her expensive clothes and get her own sports car. But all she wanted to do was eat Cindy's hot little pussy, suck her off to the paint of total exhaustion, morning, noon and night – a relentless, insanely hungry assault that left the girl feeling as if she'd had her blood sucked dry by Dracula.

After three nerve-racking days and nights with the mad-lipped redhead, Cindy had split for safer pastures. She'd lost five pounds and looked like a ghost.

One more night with that crazy, cunt-sucking stewardess and she'd have ended up in the hospital!

Don's pounding rod was growing brick-hard in her lips now, and with low moans the blonde bobbed her head up and down faster, sucking ravenously and pumping his dick furiously in her fist. Ever since she'd first gone down on a guy, Cindy had begun to crave oral sex constantly, the hot load of jism acting like a powerful stimulant, a shot of massive speed to her tender system.

The adolescent knew she was very sexy – to women as well as men – and there was a dual purpose behind her fiery blowjobs. Not only did it prime her own excitement feverishly, but it took the edge of the guy's eagerness. Her silken, tawny body, her plump tits and deliciously curved ass always got them over-excited and they came much too quickly the first time, just when Cindy was getting madly aroused.

A quick, lustful blowjob usually enabled them to stay with her long enough for Cindy to get her rocks off in a wild series of orgasms.

But the blonde was enjoying this one tremendously, because Don's thick cock seemed to be building up to a fantastic load, quivering and pounding fiercely in her hotly sucking lips.

Along with Cindy's golden sexiness, her lustrous blue eyes and sultry mouth, her luscious round tits and adorably cute ass, the blonde had a savage streak of independence. It seemed that just about everyone who had sex with her, man or woman, boy or girl, got hung up on her, and this annoyed her deeply.

She loved to suck and fuck, going at it with a healthy animal relish, but she also craved constant variety, and above all, she cherished her freedom. One woman who'd picked her up on the Strip a few months ago, a hard but expensively dressed bitch who'd given Cindy a terrific time with a giant dildo, had promised her fifty dollars an hour if she'd work for her, catering exclusively to wealthy housewives.

There'd be no kinky stuff, the woman promised, no rapes or chains or whips, and Cindy wouldn't even have to do anything except let her clients suck her tender little cunt off, and perhaps kiss her lovely naked ass and lick lustfully at her hole. And suck on her darling naked tits, of course.

She'd be guaranteed a minimum of two hundred a day, the woman assured her, and she could turn down anyone she wanted. Her clients were rich and respectable, most of them married and one of them a famous movie star, who never left less than a fifty-dollar tip. All Cindy would have to do was sit on the star's face while she feverishly licked her asshole until Cindy came all over her classically famous features.