Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

And because Cindy was so sweet and silky-skinned and luscious, with her plump hot tits and juicy tight cunt, Carol completely lost track of time…

"She said she might not be home for dinner," Cindy's mother told her father in the kitchen. "She's all right, John. She's a good girl. Maybe she went to see Jimmy."

"Maybe. But, dammit, she's got to learn to obey her parents. Respect them."

He didn't push the issue, because he intended to poke around her room anyway, in her absence. After dinner, he waited until his wife was busy with dishes, then slipped upstairs.

In Cindy's room, he quietly shut her door. Now where would a eighteen-year-old girl keep her diary? He started with the closet, looked under the mattress, and in his slow, laborious way finally got around to her bottom dresser drawer. He took out the thick red volume, slipped it in his back pocket and went into the bathroom, locking the door.

He sat on the toilet, reading the first page. Hell, maybe he'd find something spicy in Cindy's private diary. Maybe that little shit Jimmy was getting into her panties after all. The opening few pages were dull, mostly about girls and boys she liked and disliked at school.

Impatiently, he turned to the last few pages. There, that looked a little better. His breathing was a loud rasp in the bathroom as he began to read.

Slowly, his face turned from a ghastly white to a bright purple.

"I'd fuck you," she whispered, "but only if Carol says it's okay!"

Benson looked over at Carol.

She'd been so feverishly excited watching Carol swing and thrash in her stunning nakedness she'd come in her panties and now her jeans were soaked.

"Carol," Benson said urgently, "Cindy wants to know if – if she can, ah, well, screw me?"

Panting furiously, Carol sat up and looked at him, blinking her eyes. Her naked body continued to spasm.

"Cindy screw you? For God's sake, Doctor, of course! We'll both screw you, you genius! You darling, fantastic man, we'll screw you until you need an ambulance. Cindy, get those clothes off, fast!"

The eager blonde and Benson both stripped. The doctor's prick quivered hugely as he stared at Cindy's plump tits and ass. Her golden cunt-hairs glistened with her juices.

Cindy was both terribly excited and just a little frightened of Benson's immense hard-on. She was also deeply curious, never having been screwed by a man. But if Carol said it was okay, then it had to be terrific.

"You lie in the middle," Carol told the psychologist. Still trembling with bliss the ecstatic nurse was overwhelmed with emotion. Relief, happiness, sheer breathless joy all flooded her at once.

Cindy cuddled close to the doctor and grasped his immense prick in her fingers, shivering with awe and delight. It occurred to her that it was an awfully huge rod to ram into such a small pussy, but it throbbed with such power and hot eagerness she could barely wait to see how it felt inside her.

For a minute, Benson just lay there basking in his enormous victory. Did ever a man have it so good? He was going to make history with his paper on shock-therapy. He would achieve international fame and there were plenty of young female psychologists who would look up to him with shining eyes. There were ardent groupies in the world of therapy just as there were in the world of television and rock music and movies, not so young and frantic perhaps, but the groupies were there, waiting to adore a genius like Benson. The rest of the bastards would envy him but that was their problem, not his.

"Who would you like first?" Carl asked him, tickling his swollen balls while Cindy stroked his erect cock in her hot fist. "You name it and we'll do it, Doctor, anything you desire! Where would you like to begin, genius?"

Carol snaked her tongue in his ear, brimming over with gratitude. "Want Cindy's cute ass first?" she whispered hotly. "Or her tight little pussy? She's a cherry, Doctor, no kidding! Or would you like to see me and Cindy make it first – would that turn you on? Or how about a blowjob in relays – first me and then Cindy. She's got a terrifically hot mouth, Doctor, let me tell you! Which will it be?"

Overcome with so much lustful abundance, Benson was so choked up with excitement he couldn't make up his mind. He held an arm around each of them, the stunningly sexy nurse and the eighteen-year-old virgin while they played with his cock and balls. Shit, if only his wife and his worthy, pompous colleagues could see him now!

AJI his frenzied erotic fantasies, distant hopeless dreams until this incredible moment, were about to come true. The world was suddenly a sweet, just and eternally wonderful place. Tears came to Benson's eyes as he watched the universe glow with lewd shining happiness. No one deserved it more than he did, no one. Genius deserved the richest rewards!

"I think," he said in a hoarse shaking voice, "I think I'll take the relay job for starters…"

Quickly, the panting nurse nudged her mouth down toward his quivering rod. Benson craned his head down to kiss and savor Cindy's sweet young tits, his heart hammering excitedly against his ribs.

And then Carol's doorbell began to buzz, an angry insistent buzz without letup.

She paused, wanting to ignore it at this glorious moment but whoever it was wouldn't let up, dammit!

Benson felt just a tinge of unreasonable panic. Fate had a funny way of shattering boyhood dreams, a vicious, utterly mean and underhanded way. Carol hastily slipped on a robe and answered her door, while Cindy nudged her hot mouth down to Benson's long rod and sneaked in a few sucks and licks.

Benson would later reflect bitterly on the heartless twists of Fate. His glowing dreams of lewd heaven were shattered so quickly by that angry doorbell, so viciously and swiftly he would never forget it.

The car hurtled through the night, tearing down the freeway like a rocket. Behind the wheel, Carol lit another cigarette with shaking fingers. Close call, very close call she thought with a trembling sigh. Still, it could have turned out one hell of a lot worse!

It was Benson's quick thinking that saved them, actually. What a shame she'd never be able to fully reward him for curing her. But Cindy would, and Benson would find a lot of hot consolation in that.

When she saw the expression on the face of Cindy's father at the door, Carol knew at once that he knew and in spite of her dreadful panic, she stalled him, telling him she'd be right back. At first she thought it was pure blind luck that he didn't have the cops with him, but she figured that one out too, once she had time.

Carol ran back to the bedroom and told Cindy her father was at the door, raging dangerously and that he must know about them. "My diary!" Cindy gasped, and in a few classic words of understatement the eighteen-year-old virgin told them about her intimate diary.

All Carol could remember thinking was, Holy Shit, we've had it. They said prison food was starchy and she'd be dumpy and sexless inside of a year…

Then Benson, that beautiful genius, came to the rescue. He said he'd handle the whole thing, just leave it to him. Quickly, he dressed – all three of them dressed, trying to look desperately innocent – and then the doctor let Cindy's father in and practically dragged him into the kitchen. For thirty minutes Cindy and Carol, both trembling with panic, listened to furious outbursts and Benson's calm soothing voice from the living room.

Benson was a shimmering genius, Carol thought now as she fought the urge to accelerate to ninety. Leaving Cindy's father fuming in the kitchen, he came out and called Carol aside, explaining the situation. She was the scapegoat and would have to leave town at once, in order to save both Cindy's and his ass. Carol agreed only too quickly, hating starchy food. But what did he tell Cindy's father?