Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

"Why should I be sorry?" Carol asked, baffled, but Vivian had already vanished. Christ, Carol thought as she closed her door, maybe she is a vampire. Or maybe instead of sucking blood she had to suck pussy to live, which was more probable.

Carol drew a hot bath and lay back in it with a sigh. Maybe this was the answer. She'd heard a lot about threesomes in L.A. and countless couples had tried to talk her into their bed but women didn't turn her on. That was before Cindy's sweet boiling cunt, though. She only hoped it wouldn't turn out to be what they called a "cheesy threesie" in the trade.

A cheesy threesie occurred, she'd been told, when the husband and wife were so jaded from swinging they went through the motions of passion with weary, mechanical movements, like burned out robots, usually leaving their guest disgusted and completely turned off.

Carol needn't have worried.

Not only would eerie Vivian and her husband thrill, ravage and shock her far beyond anything she'd ever gone through, they would open her eyes to a whole new world of nerve-shattering sex.

At twenty-three, even a frenzied nymphomaniac like the stunning nurse had a priceless lesson in store.

For dinner with Al and Vivian, Carol decided to go all out and dress her sexiest. She felt her time was so limited before something exploded – her mind or her madly aching pussy – she took a very reckless attitude.

And when Vivian opened her door and gaped at the wild, sensuous transformation Carol feared she would be raped on the spot. As things turned out, Carol should have been, more cautious. The last thing Vivian needed was a spur to her fierce, depraved urges.

Carol wore a sheer, clinging black dress that hugged and advertised every luscious curve of her ripe creamy tits and plump ass. Her sexy black bra and lacy panties were plainly visible beneath the dress, causing Vivian to lick her crimson lips in a crazed little dance of lust. With misty black nylons and five-inch spike heels, Carol was a walking bombshell, her gorgeous breasts and buttocks bouncing and weaving provocatively as she entered their apartment.

The seductive outfit was usually reserved for cock-hunting in bars when Carol felt a sudden desperate urge, but it was even more effective with couples, she discovered.

"Beautiful," Vivian purred, barely able to keep her hands off the ravishing nurse over drinks, "you look just fabulous, Carol. Doesn't she, Steve?"

His handsome face nodded quietly, but his eyes burned on her tits and legs with eagerness. It was easy to see Vivian ran the show, probably pimping girls and other women for both of them. Or did she? His quietness unnerved her. People who didn't talk usually thought a lot. What the hell was he thinking about, if not raw sex? Certainly he was hung enough, according to the huge bulge in his pants.

A very weird couple for a small town like this.

Maybe they were so weird they'd been run out of L.A. or San Francisco, a thought that stirred a sharp uneasiness in Carol's blood. There were moments during dinner, when both of them were ravenously eating her with their eyes instead of the overcooked veal, when Carol was tempted to make up an excuse to run like hell when the course was over.

She came to one solid conclusion: Vivian might have been a great fuck, but she couldn't cook worth a damn. Both of them pecked at their food, barely eating either. Maybe they had a couple fresh quarts of blood in the refrigerator, she thought dryly, but more likely they were saving their appetite for her.

She didn't run after dinner, fighting off the sharp temptation, curious as to how they'd proposition her. She didn't have long to wait.

Over drinks in the living room, with the stereo going softly, Vivian nestled close to Carol on the sofa while Steve watched with his burning eyes from a chair.

"The trouble with living in a small town like this," Vivian sighed in a phony manner, brushing her thigh to Carol's plump one, "is that they're so damn narrow-minded. Women are so jealous in this town. I'm not the slightest bit jealous of Steve, am I, darling?"

Before he could reply, the slender, sexy wife rushed on: "In fact, Carol, I encourage Steve to find other women. Variety is the spice of a healthy sex-life, wouldn't you say?"

Carol agreed, sipping her drink. Here it comes, she thought.

Vivian leaned closer, her warm tit brushing Carol's arm, her eyes smoldering hugely. "Steve thinks you're the sexiest thing he's ever seen, Carol. I'm not jealous at all. In fact, if you're the slightest bit interested, I wouldn't mind at all if you two… got together, know what I mean?"

Carol grinned at her. "Apparently Steve is a mute and can't proposition me himself, right, Vivian? And all you'd want to do is watch. And then you'd slip into the action, all hot and hungry, and then you'd both suck me and fuck me until the paint blistered and peeled off the walls and we were all coming all over each other. Right, Vivian?"

Steve chuckled, finally speaking. "I told you she'd be onto us right away. Viv's been around, believe me, she knows the score. Don't you, Carol?"

"How about it?" Vivian whispered eagerly in her ear. Her small round tits panted feverishly. "We'd give you a terrific time, Carol, make you come until you faint with happiness, honest. God, I'd love to eat your cunt!"

Carol watched her, fascinated, her pussy throbbing urgently as Vivian's eyes glowed fiercely, her lips spitting out the words like bullets.

"Suck your juicy crack until you're screaming, honey, and then Steve will shove his beautiful big prick so far up your luscious cunt your titties will catch on fire! Come on, Carol, please? We'll give you the time of your life! C'mon!"

Jesus, the hot little vixen really had her aroused now! With her huge gleaming eyes and lewd bright lips she was terrifically sexy, in a strange obscene way. Her husband, who watched them intensely, had an enormous hard-on jutting out from his crotch. Carol felt hypnotized by the two of them, as if she were being lured into a whirlpool of lust. She felt oddly like an overexcited boy going to a whorehouse for the first time, her heart pounding, her skin flushed feverishly.

"Okay," she said, her pussy soaking her panties with eagerness. "Okay." She gulped down the rest of her drink. "Let's go beddy-bye, folks. I am curious as hell…"

Even their bedroom had a strange, undefined atmosphere, as if indescribable orgies had happened there, although the only odd thing Carol noticed was a candle on each side of the bed. Like a shrine of depravity, she thought with dry amusement.

In his den at home, Dr. Benson pored feverishly over his notes. When he found it, he almost shouted with joy.

She didn't like animals. They made her nervous.

What kind of animals?

Oh, cats, dogs. Dogs especially made her very nervous. Funny, she remarked, but she had a dog when she was a child and she loved it. It was a cocker spaniel. Of all dogs, she feared and hated Dobermans the most.

A strange comment, Benson reflected, buried in a mass of insignificant detail. He wondered…

Her heart trip-hammering against her cheek, Cindy knocked again and again on Carol's door. She'd bought some makeup that afternoon and now she was stunningly dressed in a sheer blouse and miniskirt, all bathed and perfumed and hotter than a fizzling firecracker, all for beautiful Carol…

After ten minutes, tears stung the eighteen-year-old blonde's eyes. She liked sex with Jimmy better than her! Either that or she just didn't give a damn about Cindy at all. Her skin flushed and trembling, her heart wrenched with anguish, Cindy raced next door into her own house, tears coming in a downpour.

Hurrying past her startled parents, Cindy rushed upstairs and slammed and locked the door of her bedroom. Unable to tell anyone or find a sympathetic ear for her violent, gushing emotions, the lush blonde virgin once more got her diary from her drawer and began pouring her heart out it rapid-scrawls. She relived once more her madly exciting seduction by the voluptuous nurse, going into even greater depraved and lewd detail, every wild, breathless thrill, the supreme delight of having her pussy devoured by Carol's expert lips and tongue, the wanton joy of having her tender asshole licked and sucked, the furious hunger in her own mouth at the honeyed fragrance of Carol's sweet hot cunt…