Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Another sharp spasm of ecstasy flooded Vivian's cunt as Carol rose her ass high and ground it to the swinger's soft belly. The bedroom echoed with Carol's agonized moans and screams and Vivian's sharp grunts as she drove relentlessly into the spread eagled nurse, biting Carol's shoulders frantically.

There was a sound of rage in Carol's shrieks now. It wasn't an orgasm, dammit! It was only white-hot pain in the pit of her belly, an intense blaze from the jarring dildo. But even the pain was relief in a bizarre way, so she intensified it by jerking her ass up each time Vivian pumped forward, the murderous waves of anguish in her cunt a torturous substitute for ripples of ecstasy…

Steve watched the depraved spectacle with seething lust. His long rod was gorged with blood now, ready for action again. But he controlled himself for a minute to drink in the sight of Vivian's slender pale nakedness madly fucking Carol's creamy ripeness. Vivian hissed and snarled like a rabid animal, her ankles locked around Carol's, her small ass dripping sweat, her pussy dripping lewd joy.

Steve picked up the whip. He reversed it in his hand so that he gripped the butt, with nine or ten inches of the thick blunt handle jutting forward. It was a savage looking weapon, the tip a crude wedge.

He knelt between both their spread legs. He guided the head of his rigid prick into Vivian's juicy cunt.

"Oooooooo, Stevie! Yes, fuck me, fuck Vivian, honey, give her the meat! Come on, honey, shove it home! wooooo!"

Steve began his first fifty strokes, his thumb wriggling inside Vivian's tiny asshole to loosen it up. Passionately aroused now, the panting swinger fucked Carol's ravaged slit to an even more furious rhythm, but it was hard to tell whether the screaming hot nurse was thrashing out of bliss or agony. Vivian loved this position, having Steve ram his big cock home while she screwed another girl with lustful fury. She began climaxing again, raking her nails across Carol's soft back with low obscene hisses while she bit the nape of her neck like a wildcat.

Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, panting to a steady rhythm now, Steve had to admit Vivian's hot little cunt had never lost its electrifying, slippery grip. She was all mad animal, his crazy wife, but he loved her in his own strange way. She'd almost fucked him to death when he first met her in a bar, keeping him in the sack for fourteen solid hours, getting him up again and again with her frenzied mouth and greedy lingers, her luscious pussy and eager asshole. There were two words in the English language she couldn't understand – stop and wait. She was a blazing "go" signal night and day, ready to drop everything and suck and fuck on a split-second notice.

Steve was square when he met Vivian, but she fixed that quickly. Rather than tell him her alarming sex-hunger went in all directions full blast, she went out and picked up a eighteen-year-old girl for him, insisting he have the feast all to himself. The next one was a triangle, and then she turned him on to using the whips and ropes, first on her, then on her pickups. And Vivian was a supreme pickup artist, conning a girl into trusting her in minutes and then bringing her home for the inevitable orgy.

Fifty! Steve sighed. He slipped his quivering rod out of her slit and without hesitation rammed it into Vivian's eagerly waiting asshole.

"Ohhh yes, honey!" Vivian moaned, her furious fucking strokes inside Carol beginning to flag a little. Carol was raving incoherently and tugging at her bonds, but Vivian was concentrating only on the burning pressure in her tingling asshole. She'd been ravaged anally so many times – not to count orally – that she could climax with a cock anywhere inside her flesh, sometimes just in the vicinity of it.

"Fuck my hot ass!" the wanton swinger urged, "Shove it alllll in, Stevie, whooooooof! Love hot prick, oh lordy, gimme more more, more – unnnnnf! – Burns goooood!"

Keeping his rod stroking steadily, Steve got a tight grip on the whip-handle. Too bad he couldn't have shoved it up her narrow asshole while he rammed her pussy but the position made it impossible. This was difficult but hardly impossible. Reaching behind him, he thrust the blunt butt-handle underneath his balls, probing brutally for her cunt.

"Lesson time," he sank to Vivian.

She froze instantly, a look of panic in her eyes. She knew what that phrase meant, the sonofabitch! He'd surprised her more than once with his weird brand of vengeance. When she felt the whip-handle bang against her inner thigh, she knew what was coming and started shrieking.

"No, no, no, you bastard! No fair, please, Stevie don't do it – get you a cherry tomorrow, honest, all yours, no, puleeeeez??? P-p-aaaaaaargh!Eeeeeee! Ssssshit!"

He found her pussy-lips and crammed the whip-butt in furiously, fucking her impaled slit with savage drives while be drove his rod deep into her steaming asshole.

Vivian didn't waste her breath trying to tell him how much it hurt. He knew, which was why he'd done it, the rat. Instead, tears of rage and anguish streaming from her eyes, she had a ready target for her fury just beneath her.

Carol's ravaged cunt was almost numb to sensation by now. The ripping thrusts deep in her pussy forced her to thrash and sob, but these were mechanical movements. Her dazed mind knew only the pounding anguish in her hot loins and she was only dimly aware of the exchange between Steve and Vivian. Hopeless, she thought, so fucking hopeless…

Vivian knew what she wanted to do but it would take a hell of a sacrifice on her part, a few moments of unbearable pain. The dual rape left her screaming and almost helpless. Almost, but not quite. Steve had seven or eight inches of the whip-handle shoved mercilessly up her pussy, where he jabbed and rammed viciously while he fucked his enraged wife in her searing asshole.

Taking a deep breath to brace herself, Vivian gritted her teeth fiercely and jerked her hips up hard. Bolts of pain tore through her impaled cunt and anal slit but she managed to slip the monstrous dildo out of Carol's pussy. Her eyes raging with vengeance, the maddened swinger placed the giant knob of the cock squarely against Carol's tender asshole.

She'd never done this to any girl before, not with this grotesque monster. Even her cruelty had its limits. Until now.

Then Vivian slammed it forward violently, ripping it deep into the nurse's helpless bowels. For a few perilous moments Carol's soft flesh quivered insanely from head to toe.

Then something snapped in her tortured mind.

Benson held the phone away from his ear until the crackling roar trailed off, thanked George and hung cup.

Then the doctor dialed Carol's number. He frowned as it rang two dozen times. When he finally hung up, he decided it was just as well. It would be better, in fact, much better if she didn't know what was coming. Catch her with her defenses down. It could be very traumatic for her, but she needed a drastic shock of some kind.

It was kill or cure, Benson thought.

He had no idea Carol was getting far more than her share of drastic shocks tonight.

While he watched TV with his wife, Cindy's father kept a sharp ear cocked for her upstairs door. She might decide to take a bath, which usually consumed at least an hour, sometimes two. In which case, he'd have a chance to scan through her precious diary. But then he remembered she'd taken a bath earlier this evening, as if getting ready for a hot date. Still, at her age girls were crazy. What did she do with herself for two hours in a bath anyway?

More than once lately he'd had wild, secret thoughts about his luscious eighteen-year-old daughter, furtive thoughts that left him with a hot, leaping erection. He wondered if Cindy was still a cherry. Her mother was a cherry when he'd married her but things were a hell of a lot different nowadays, what with grass and orgies and swinging parties. Goddamned kids nowadays, all they did was fuck and smoke dope.