Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Standing up, Carol slipped her dress off in seconds. The sight of her hot naked flesh would spur him on. It not only spurred the eighteen-year-old boy on, he almost shot off in his pants.

He stood tip slowly, gaping at her statuesque body. Jeeez-us! What tits! She was like one of those dreamy pin-ups in Playboy, her big, luscious tits heaving with urgent desire. Her lushly curved hips framed a moist nest of cunt-hairs and Jimmy could see her inner thighs were already soaked with her eager juices. Compared to the two clumsy schoolgirls he'd had in the back seat of his car at the local drive-in movie she was a giant-breasted, long-legged, fantastically stacked Goddess.

"Hurry," she panted, "come on, Jimmy, let's see your beautiful prick, darling!"

He finished stripping and Carol moaned softly when she saw his huge cock. Curving sharply upward above his swollen fuzzy balls, it throbbed massively, long and thick and crowned with a fiery knob which now oozed an impatient heavy drop of sperm. She had to take the edge off his excitement, fast.

"Sit down," she urged.

When he did, Carol quickly dropped to her knees between his legs. Eyes blazing, she gripped his rod at the base and held it up toward her wet mouth, like a lust-gorged lollipop. Her long tongue flicked out, lapping up the oozing cream, making the boy gasp. He'd probably never had a blowjob before, Carol knew. And while she could have made him come in ten seconds or less with one fiercely passionate suck, she decided to give him the works.

Using her thumb and forefinger to form a tight ring around the trunk of his quivering prick, Carol began giving Cindy's boyfriend the thrill of his eighteen-year-old life. Using her hot lips and tongue with electrifying power, she clutched his gorged meat in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it to start Jimmy groaning with pleasure, using long slow sucks at first, then switching to rapid obscene strokes of her greedy mouth.

"Holy – Holy Christ, Miss -wow! – Miss Parsons jeez! Aaaaaaah! Hot and wiiiiilld, wheeeeewww! S-suck it!"

Carol was lavishing one of her fantastic oral specials on the eighteen-year-old out of sheer pride. Any schoolgirl could suck his come out of him in ten seconds. Why not give the kid something to remember, a job that would shame other girls and women for years to come? She was nibbling on his big knob now, lashing it with her tongue while her other hand tickled and squeezed and fondled his balls. And as long as she held his load back with her fierce grip he couldn't come.

Carol was wrong about one thing, though. Jimmy had had a blowjob once, a clumsy affair by a girl in the back seat of his car. She'd averted her mouth with horror at the last minute and he'd spattered his jism all over the seat, cursing when he had to clean it up himself. What the lush naked nurse on her knees before him was doing to his hotly thrilled prick now was enough to make him roar with lust.

"G-Goddamn, Miss Parsons! Woooooo shit it's too – oooooo! – Too much! T-terrific!"

Slipping her mouth off his rod for a minute Carol ran her burning tongue along the underside of his meat down to his balls, which she tongued lovingly. Then she sucked on them, jerking his throbbing prick in her fist meanwhile to keep up the pressure. Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, said the Bible, and remembering, Carol jerked harder.

She ran her tongue back up his cock where the glowing knob oozed more cream, which she licked up ravenously. Each new rod she stroked and sucked was the dawn of new hope to the madly frustrated nurse and she kissed and tongued this virile young meat with desperate hope. And between her thighs the incessant hot rhythm, the endless aching throb, the explosive need grew hotter and more urgent.

"Gotta – whewwwww – come soon, Miss Parsons! Goin' nuts! Aaaaaagh! Lovin' Jesus, what – hooo! – What a groovey b-blowjob! Ummmmmm!"

Carol released her savage grip on his prick and prepared her mouth to receive his molten fury.

Just outside Carol's apartment door, tears streamed from Cindy's eyes as she kept her ear pressed to the door. She knew this would happen. The minute she slammed the door in Jimmy's face, she'd watched him come over here through her window and she knew it would happen.

She felt miserable and torn at his obscene cries reached her ears now. She didn't care if Jimmy got sucked off by every Goddamned girl in school. He wasn't the problem, not any more. It was Carol. The bloodcurdling thought flashed in her mind that Carol might like him so much she'd never talk to Cindy again. The eighteen-year-old blonde huddled and cried miserably as her boyfriend erupted in her lover's eager mouth.

She had to vent her seething jealousy somehow. She whirled on her heel and ran home, sobbing blindly. She raced upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door and got her diary from her bottom dresser drawer, hidden beneath her old jeans and panties.

Crouching on her bed with the diary, Cindy began to write furiously. Every singe detail of Carol's lustful seduction of her was recorded in the diary. Every stark, depraved detail…

"… never arouses me first," Mrs. Conklin said indignantly, while Dr. Benson tried frantically to keep from yawning and then lapsing into a comatose sleep. He blinked his eyes and tried to listen.

Goddamn savage is what he is, really, Doctor! Hop on, hop off, like a beast. For fifteen years he's done this. And not once, not once has he ever said thank you, oh thank you for such delightful sex. With that animal! An animal and a monster is what he is…

Benson sat up as though charged with electricity. Animal! That's what it was in that mass of notes – something to do with an animal, or animals… He tuned out Mrs. Conklin's outraged recital and thought furiously. What was it Carol had mentioned about animals, so idly? Sonofabitch, he'd left the notes in his den at home!

"What do you think I should do, Doctor?" She waited while he continued to frown distantly. "I said," she repeated with exasperation, "what do you think I should do, Doctor?"

"Personally, Mrs. Conklin, I think you should go f…" He was about to tell her to go fuck herself, then remembered what she was paying.

"Think you should go find a lover," he said just in time. That started her on another fifteen-minute tirade. Benson wrote down the word "Animal" on his pad and continued to stare at it for a long, long time.

Carol took her time draining Jimmy's long cock, relishing every boiling drop. His sperm was thick and sweet with youth, but she knew it would grow salty over the years and thinner and less urgent. She was, after all, an expert on the subject.

"Jeez, Miss Parsons," he panted, "that was something else. I mean, I think you spoiled me forever. Whew!"

That was precisely what the lust-crazed nurse wanted to do, leave her lewd mark on him for life. Still kneeling between his legs, she hefted his prick expertly in her fingers, coaxing, caressing, jerking until it was rising fast once more.

She gave it a final suck to make sure it was hard enough and then quickly rose. He started to get up too, but she told him to stay put.

"I'll ride you, honey, like Calamity Jane, okay? You just sit there and let me do the work, Jimmy."

She sat on his naked lap with her back to him, grasping his rod and teasing her cunt-lips with it, low moans of fierce anticipation coming from her throat. This clean, eager young prick could be the one. Certainly it was big and hot enough, surging with power in her list.

She slid down an inch and her gasp of delight fused with his grunt of happy surprise. She began fucking him slowly, probing her silken cunt with his swollen dick-head, crooning sounds issuing from her lips.

"That's – Wow! – that's hot and juicy, Miss Parsons! That's-that's terrific pussy, ummmmmf! Shit,this is – whewwwwww! – This is better'n anything!"