Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

He told her he'd recommend her to Chief of Personnel and then quickly asked her for a dinner date. Carol smiled at herself, knowing he probably had a fierce hard-on beneath his desk. For one thing he was married, which didn't mean anything in most hospitals. A great many nurses swung with married doctors, even though they might be married themselves.

And she politely told him no. Even though she could screw him in her newly-rented apartment, she would then have the problem of fending him off at the hospital. And Carol knew she was a fantastic piece, without feeling conceited about it. She'd been told that so many times by so many men she just took it for granted now.

And she knew why, too. It wasn't just because she had a stunning body and a hot, juicy cunt, or that she gave a wildly thrilling blowjob which left most men dazed and panting for more. It was her sheer desperation. Every time the ripely curved nurse got fucked, she put her mind, body and soul into it as though her life depended on it. And because her sanity depended on her having an orgasm, in a way her life was in the balance.

Thus the combination of her skill, hunger, strikingly sexy looks and desperate passion made her an incredible lay, an unforgettable fuck, a torrid, lusciously eager and fiery-hot partner in bed.

When she said no the doctor looked like he might burst into tears for a minute. Like Benson, he probably had wife problems, Carol sensed. He would just damn well have to find another piece on the side.

And so would she – and plenty of it, an inexhaustible supply in fact.

He told her she'd be called in the next few days and made no effort to hide his fierce hard on when he stood up. For a moment Carol was tempted to give him a quick blowjob out of sheer pity – she'd done it before, too softhearted for her own good – but then he'd become a terrible pest around the hospital.

She went straight back to her apartment, noting it was four in the afternoon. She would have to find a lay for tonight, she had to find a lay every night these days, as well as frequent mornings and afternoons, she realized with a sigh. And each time it had to be someone different.

Only now she could choose boys and girls and women as well as men. And the prospect turned the constant ache in her hot pussy into a sharp urgent desire, a fierce throbbing that couldn't be ignored.

Carol's problem had turned her from a normally healthy sex-driven girl into a frenzied, lust-crazed nymphomaniac. And if she was lucky enough to somehow be cured of her pent-up urgency, if she actually had an orgasm and the tremendous release she needed, what would happen to her maniacal sex-drive? Would it gradually return to normal or would she still crave raw, blistering sex day and night, her maddening hunger with her always?

She just didn't know and it added to her agonized frustration until she didn't feel she could cling to her shaking sanity for another day.

In her living room, she stripped and tossed aside her clothes, padding into the bathroom and turning the bathtub faucet on. Her large apartment was one of four in a remodeled Victorian house, decorated in quiet taste. She hadn't met any of her neighbors yet, since the apartment was shown to her by an agent. But he'd mentioned that two of them were couples and the third a full-blown family. Carol smiled to herself, wondering if that meant what she thought it meant.

She took a long hot bath, and it helped a little to ease up the smoldering knot of lust in her loins. Afterward, she slipped on a snug cotton dress with nothing underneath and went outside, to sit on the wide front porch and let the late afternoon sun dry her hair.

And to watch the neighbors for prospects.

She didn't have long to wait. People were coming home from work and latecomers from school. And that's when she met the girl next door…

The tawny blonde wheeled up on a bicycle to the front lawn next door. She had the most with luscious young tits, high-standing in her thin T-shirt, their fat little nipples curved upward as if begging in prayer to be kissed and fondled. Beneath a narrow waist her hips budded out sensuously and her jeans hugged her plump ass for dear life.

She waved at Carol cheerfully. "Hi! You new here?"

"Yes. My name is Carol. Yours?"

The girl sauntered over to the porch and sat beside Carol on the wide swing. "I'm Cindy." She shot Carol a dazzling smile, her shining blue eyes warm and friendly. She reeked with innocence, with the purity of blossoming youth. She was utterly clean and wholesome and radiant, and she sparked a blazing flame in Carol, an eerie wild excitement the nurse had never felt before in her life.

Carol began to tremble as the girl's hip brushed hers.

The blonde began to snoop but she did it so openly Carol had to laugh at her questions. Yes, Carol was new in town, she was a nurse, she'd never been married, she wasn't going with anyone, yes many doctors had proposed to her and a lot more probably would.

"I'll bet," sighed Cindy. "You're beautiful. Sexy, I mean, the kind of girl who knocks guys of their feet. Gosh, I was thinking of becoming a nurse when I get out of school. There's a million questions I want to ask you, Carol. Will you teach me how to wear makeup?"

God, she's sweet! Carol thought, the boiling excitement in her loins beginning to seep hotly in her cunt.

"Tonight if you're not busy," Carol said in a husky voice. "Say about eight?"

"You're on!" Cindy said excitedly. "Gotta run now."

The feverish nurse watched her bounce exuberantly away, her lush little ass-cheeks rippling in her jeans, her tits bobbing, her entire curved young body flowing with grace.

I want to eat her pussy! Carol suddenly realized. She'd never even given girls a thought until Dr.

Benson mentioned it this afternoon. In a bizarre sense, she felt as if she'd been given a hunting license for beautiful boys and girls, and sweet young Cindy fascinated her, aroused her deepest curiosity.

What would it be like to hug and kiss and suck off a luscious young girl like the blonde? Suppose she turned Cindy on so furiously the girl agreed to eat her pussy! Suppose her first passionate adventure with an innocent, lovely young girl gave her the orgasm she so frantically needed? She would be cured!

Before Carol could arouse herself any more desperately, she met some of her apartment neighbors. One was a handsome couple in their mid-twenties. The husband drank in Carol's ripely curved tits and silken legs with very hungry eyes. He was massively hung, too, Carol noticed in a quick glance, his big cock coiled in his Levi's like a bulging grapefruit.

His wife was vaguely pretty, slender with small but well-formed tits and a taut, compact ass. She had strange eyes, Carol saw, grey and deep with some secret, huge and lustrous in her pale face. An odd woman with her enormous staring eyes and long flowing dark hair. She was small but sensuous, her thick lips covered with blood-red lipstick like a vampire, Carol thought with amusement, a hot, sexy little vampire…

The second couple was a little older, but very square, formally dressed even in summer weather.

Not bad looking, but with timid faces, the kind who screwed cautiously but gratefully. They'd be saving for a house and kids, no doubt. In her frantic condition, Carol envied them.

She went back in her apartment, ate lightly and wondered whether to dress sexy or casual for Cindy, who'd be coming over in a couple of hours. Standing in front of the mirror, Carol decided to wear what she had on. For one thing, she was naked underneath and if and when it came down to the hot action, she could strip in seconds. For another, the thin dress emphasized her lush, rounded tits with their large jutting nipples, her narrow waist and ripe ass and stunning legs.

But how, Carol wondered nervously, did you go about seducing a lovely young girl? She poured a glass of wine and sipped it, thinking deeply. She decided with her experience as a nurse it shouldn't be too hard. As for the actual sex, arousing her to a feverish pitch and then fingerfucking and eating her sounded like a very good start. But the risk was something else.