Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Jimmy squeezed her ripe naked tits in his fingers as she began dazzling him with a variety of pussy-tricks. She gorged her slit with his meat, then gripping it firmly in her luscious crack, she wiggled her ass in wide circles. Abruptly she shifted to a rapid back-and-forth jerking, then a side-to-side shimmying, growing more frantically aroused by the minute.

"Oh this is wonderful!" Carol exclaimed, twisting her head around to bite his lips. "Oh this is good! This is a – nnnnnng! – Beautiful young prick, Jimmy! Oh hot loving power, yes, yesssss, every big inch I lovvvvve it!"

Her blood soared with fierce excitement as her inflamed cunt began thrilling to his pounding rod. This is going to be it! Carol told herself feverishly, eyes gleaming with triumph. Her ass was slapping against his bushy crotch with loud obscene smacks as she rode his long young prick. Her swollen tits heaved furiously in his finger and she stroked her own fat clit while she fucked him.

And he was staying with her, the darling boy! He was hanging on to his load while Carol tearfully swung her plump, sweating ass to a savage rhythm and cried softly and felt her nerves quiver for the coming explosion, the magnificent release, the sole purpose for her living now.

"Hot-damn, Miss P…oooooof! – Miss Parsons. What pussy! Oh shit it's – aaaaaaah – what a crazy fuck!"

Her huge hot tits bounced madly in his fingers, streaming sweat, while her tight blazing slit sent savage thrills through his quivering rod. Jimmy knew he had to hang on because she was terrifically excited and she hadn't come yet, and he didn't want to disappoint her, not after that fantastic blowjob. He clenched his teeth and clung to his knot of fire seething in his loins, gasping and groaning beneath the frenzy of her wet luscious cunt. What an incredible fuck! It was the kind of memory you took to your grave with you, you never forgot it for a single day of your life. The lush moaning nurse was an insane mass of hot flesh and clawing fingers and electrifying cunt, her naked body shuddering with intense passion.

"Yes, yes, yessssss!" she screamed, her face contorted with bliss, "Oh it's-it's going to happen – oooooo! – At last it's-it's – I – oh God No! No, no, no, noooooo!"

And on the very verge of violent desperate release at last, so close she could feel it hovering a hairsbreadth away like a shimmering, blinding vision of ecstasy – the door closed.

The Goddamn door! It always closed, blocking out that night, shutting off her fierce release with brutal finality, driving her mad, mad, mad!

"Can't hold it back any – oooooh! – Longer, Miss Parsons! Gonna come! I-I – sheeeeeiiit!"

His prick grew rock-hard in her frenzied slit and then gushed out his flood of hot jism in great bursts. Dimly, Carol could feel her pussy flooding, but only her mechanical movements responded. She still sucked her pussy and spasmed and trembled but there was no hope behind it.

She'd lost again. Sobbing softly, Carol climbed off his lap. She padded to the kitchen, her creamy bouncing ass starting a fresh tingle in Jimmy's limp rod, and returned with a towel. After wiping her dripping pussy, she handed it to him silently.

Jimmy thought he'd made her come and that's why she was crying. How could he have failed? Hell, he'd stayed with her for at least fifteen minutes, through the most spine-tingling, nerve racking fuck in existence, he told himself.

"I'll be ready again in a minute or two, Miss Parsons," he said proudly. "Okay?"

She stared at him solemnly. "I think that's enough, Jimmy. You were very, very good. You're a man, remember that. But I've got a lot of things to do…"

"Sure, I understand," he said quickly. He damn sure wasn't going to be pushy with her. Not as long as a faint chance existed he could come back. As he put his clothes on, he had the funny sensation he'd been very, very lucky because it would never happen again, not with her. Something in her sad expression, her desperate eyes, even her sexy ripe curves told him it was a one-shot stand.

Still, he tried. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, did I, Miss Parsons? Be honest, I wasn't lousy, was I?"

She touched his cheek tenderly. "Sweet Jimmy, you were wonderful, believe me. Any girl who can't appreciate what you've got should become a nun. Run along now, honey."

"I'll-I'll call you, okay, Miss Parsons?"

Her eyes told him no. "If you want."

At the door, he turned. "You never told me what it was that turns a girl on, Miss Parsons. You did all the turning on."

She smiled weakly. "Just be yourself, Jimmy, that's all. And keep it stiff as long as possible. Goodbye now."

"Bye, Miss Parsons."

When the door closed, Carol slumped naked on the sofa. She lit a cigarette and brooded. It would take an hour for the painful hammering in her loins to subside to a steady pulsing ache. But she had to face the truth, no matter how bitter.

Hundreds of men over the past two years couldn't make her come. A lovely eighteen-year-old virgin with the sweetest pussy and mouth, gushing love and passion, couldn't make her come. Her eighteen-year-old boyfriend, a handsome, beautifully hung boy couldn't make her come.

She would never come. There were advantages, she thought as she puffed on her cigarette, absently stroking her soaked pussy. For one thing, she couldn't go to hell for corrupting an angel like Cindy and a nice kid like Jimmy, because she was already in hell, a living, flaming hell of maddening frustration and torture.

She could literally fuck herself to death now and it wouldn't make any difference any more. Her mind was slipping rapidly, her nerves were already shot, so what was left?

She would fuck herself to death.

It would be a very unusual form of suicide, she decided. She would screw anything and everything in sight, day and night, until her shattered nerves and shaky sanity gave way completely, unless she died of exhaustion first. As a nurse she knew this was almost impossible, but still it could be suicide. Once you were that crazy; you might as well not be alive anyway.

She would proposition anyone and everyone, hospital staff included. Maybe in her last insane fling someone out there would actually make her come, give her the violent release her tortured flesh screamed for. There was still the faintest ray of hope, barely a glimmer…

A loud knock on her door jerked her out of her brooding reverie. Lazily she got up, went into her bedroom and slipped on her robe. Apparently she wouldn't have to run out to proposition everyone. They seemed, to be rushing to her in droves. She opened the door to see Vivian, the strange-eyed vampire-type from upstairs.

The girl smiled, licking her ruby lips, and Carol wondered if she drank type O, her blood-type.

"HI, there," Vivian said. "We just wondered if you'd be free to come to dinner tonight. We'd love to have you, Carol. Really we would."

There was no doubt in Carol's mind they'd love to have her – every inch of her. From the way Vivian was staring at her, the nurse had the uneasy feeling she'd be the dinner. Talk about naked hunger!

Carol sighed. What the hell, she might as well go and get it over with. Apparently they were going to pester her to death until she accepted. Besides, the weird couple intrigued her. The husband seemed ordinary enough, but how could anyone ordinary live with someone like Vivian?

But hell, what did Carol have to lose in her condition? She'd never tried a threesome and was curious about having both a big cock and an eager pussy at the same time. Who knows, an orgy might even cheer her up.

"Okay," Carol finally said. "I'll be there."

Vivian's tongue darted out and licked her lips in a mad little frenzy. "Oh wonderful! Seven will be fine. I'll run and tell Steve." She paused and her tone became low. "You won't be sorry," she added.