Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Lucky little shits.

The moment Vivian pierced Carol's tiny asshole with the gigantic dildo a current of such shattering pain shot through her bowels, the stunned nurse went into a dead faint.

She woke up a few seconds later, gasping for breath, trying to realize she was still alive. It didn't seem possible that such massive, white-hot agony existed. It pounded into her tortured anal slit with Vivian's measured fury, slamming the breath from Carol's lungs, ripping its gigantic knob deep into her churning bowels like a maddened battering ram. If the sheer intensity of feeling itself could have made her come, the helpless screaming nurse would have climaxed from torment alone.

Carol stabbed her palms with her nails in a frenzy and bit her lips until she tasted blood anything to distract her from the blazing, colossal fury in her asshole. She tried to concentrate on Vivian's raving: "Bastard! UnnnnnF!-R-rape me you prick, I love it!" the sobbing swinger cried to her husband as she fucked Carol's buttocks savagely with the bloody dildo. "More, more, rip it up! Ooooooh aaaaaaargh! You – ungh! – Lost! You lost, you lost, you – eeeeeee!"

Heaving for breath as he pumped his long prick into Vivian's ass and simultaneously drove the whip-handle brutally into her tight cunt, Steve couldn't resist a diabolical grin. Smart bitch wanted him to think she loved it so he'd stop, but he knew all her cunning tricks by now, every sly gambit. She was flexing her slippery asshole with lewd power on his cock now, trying to drain his come. Just because the stacked nurse had gotten his rocks off in three minutes flat with her burning mouth, Vivian thought she could do it with her boiling asshole.

No way, he told himself, hanging on as Vivian thrilled him with a furious sucking frenzy of her anus on his meat. He responded by cramming the butt-handle of the whip even harder up her cunt, in turn inspiring her to squirm her asshole even more lustfully on his cock.

As jaded as he was, the grotesque position of all three of them struck Steve as both funny and strange. Here he was screwing his wife in the ass and raping her in her pussy with the blunt handle of her own whip, while she was raping a beautiful nurse with her enormous bizarre dildo.

"Shoot it up my ass!" Vivian wailed, swinging her sweating ass-cheeks in a fury of lust.

"C'mon – unnnnngh! – Shoot it in now, now, want your hot come, honey, nowwwww – eeeee!"

Try as he might, Steve couldn't hold his load back another second. Her fiery tunnel sucked his jism out of him with frantic heat, making Vivian shriek with triumph and eerie ecstasy as his boiling juice spattered in her writhing bowels. He deliberately left the whip-handle jammed up her pussy as he dismounted her with a long sigh.

His deliriously aroused wife didn't bother to remove it either as she continued raping Carol's ravaged asshole with merciless, battering strokes.

Straining at her bonds, Carol was so dazed with shock and pain – great torrents of hot agony sweeping through her bowels in pounding waves – she actually began jerking her impaled ass back up on the plunging big cock. Her screams were faint now and her creamy flesh dripping sweat, but with each burning piston by Vivian she gripped the monster fiercely in her asshole and quivered on it.

Because, for the moment at least, the terrible coiled knot of tension in her loins was forgotten. It was impossible to think of anything but the searing, ripping mass in her bowels, a roaring blaze of torture.

"That's enough," Steve told Vivian. "Christ, she's practically over the edge now. Enough!"

Vivian wanted to keep it up for hours, lewd shudders of ecstasy coursing through her blood with Carol's cries and thrashes. But she knew that tone of voice, and she stopped. Slowly she slipped the giant prick out. It was covered with blood. She collapsed in a panting heap beneath Carol's ass, obscenely, caressing the whip-handle in her cunt.

"Man, what a party!" Vivian gasped. She nuzzled her mouth to Carol's raw asshole and licked it softly, soothing it.

Carol's faint screams gave way to sobs, then long shaking sighs as the bolts of pain eased in her bowels. She could feel them untying her wrists and ankles. Moving in slow painful motion she sat up, rubbing the rope-blisters.

"… didn't mean to hurt you, honest, honey," Vivian was murmuring, greedily caressing Carol's swollen hot tits. "But your beautiful ass looked so tempting and juicy, you know? No hard feelings, honey. How do you feel?"

Carol shot her a blazing look with her eyes. "Feel? Why I feel just wonderful, thank you. I get gang banged by a couple of insane gorillas every night, you know. Nothing unusual, you sex-crazed bitch!"

"I can't help it if I'm a little oversexed," Vivian pouted, her fingers now pulling gently on Carol's fat nipples. "Anytime you feel like dropping by, honey, just feel right at home. Our house is your house, right, Steve?"

"Of course," Carol said, getting off the bed. "Anytime I feel in the mood for a concentration camp why, I'll just hop right in bed with you two."

Her fingers trembling with relief and shock, Carol put her clothes on.

"Say," Vivian said brightly, her fingers toying with her own soaked pussy now, "that's an awfully cute little blonde coming by your apartment all the time. We'd love to meet her, wouldn't we, Steve? She lives right next door, doesn't she?"

Carol paused, staring at each of them in turn with hard, fierce eyes. "If you so much as say a singe word to that girl or try any of your weird trips with her, I'll have both your asses in jail in ten minutes. And you know I can swing it. Got it?"

Steve spoke up quickly, before Vivian could. "Sure, hell yes, Carol, we understand. We won't interfere with your girlfriend." But she meant business and he knew it.

At their door, Carol paused.

"Wit all your kinky games and whips and ropes and dildos, you still couldn't make me come. So I won, didn't I?" Tears stung her eyes. "I always win that one. That's why I'm such a wholesome, well-adjusted young woman, you see."

"We can try again," Vivian said quickly.

"Not with me you won't, you cunt sucking vampire. And that goes for you too," she snapped at Steve, "you ass-whipping lecher. Don't bother to come by my apartment again. But be sure and let me know when it's your wedding anniversary. I'll send you a dungeon."

She slammed their door behind her and hurried down to her own apartment. She took a bottle of wine into the bedroom with her, stripped and crawled painfully in bed. She lay in the darkness, smoking and thinking, and sipping wine.

Her ass stung terribly and her pussy-flesh throbbed with insane fury. In the two short days she'd been in town, she'd tried five different people, swung feverishly with all of them and always got the same result. Only it became worse each time. Dr. Benson couldn't make her come. A lovely eighteen-year-old virgin and her boyfriend couldn't make her climax. Two wild swingers with a whip and a gigantic artificial prick couldn't give her an orgasm, not even after hours of strenuous fucking and torment.

No one could. No one ever would, she thought with growing despair. She knew she was going to crack very, very soon. Within twenty-four hours, probably. She felt curiously calm as she thought about it.

Tomorrow she'd report to work at the hospital, and she'd leap at every chance for sex she could find. Doctors, patients, other nurses, hell any and all of them. She'd go out in a blaze of lustful glory and when they came to put her away she'd fuck the boys in the white coats too.

Vivian felt better now that her final decision was made. She would fuck herself to death, in or out of a padded cell.

And she would commence at exactly 8 AM tomorrow morning.