Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

Hell, Carol thought as she started gulping her wine, there was a calculated risk in everything you did, even crossing the street. Cindy was naive and very impressionable. The more the frustrated nurse thought about the luscious blonde, the more inflamed she got until her cunt was oozing honey onto her thighs, and her fingers trembled on the wine glass.

At seven there was a knock on her door and she leaped up, startled. It was too early for Cindy. She opened the door and saw the slender, strange-eyed wife she'd met earlier. She wondered whether Carol would like to join them for dinner. Her sultry expression and tone of voice suggested the ravishing nurse just might turn out to be dessert, and Carol had a powerful hunch they were swingers, but strange ones, not the open, flaunting, laughing kind she'd met so often in L.A.

Carol politely declined but took a rain-check. For a few long moments the wife stood in her doorway, licking her blood-red lips and breathing rapidly as her eyes gleamed on Carol's stunning curves. Then she left.

"Jesus," Carol laughed, shutting the door. The wild-eyed wife was weird, but intriguing as hell. She'd looked at Carol as though she wanted to leap on her and suck out her honey in ferocious gulps. Carol had seen that hungry stare so often in L.A. she recognized it at once. Certainly the couple didn't look like they came from this neck of the woods.

In fact, they looked as though they were running away from something. But the husband was good-looking and hung like a bull. They'd be worth a shot later on, of course.

Anyone who had even the faintest possibility of making Carol finally come was worth one try.

Even the sensual nurse, with all her wanton experience, was in for a bizarre shock. She would remember her one-try logic with trembling horror only when it was too late…

Cindy showed up early, her wide-eyed face glowing with eagerness. She was eighteen, it turned out, an age of wild crushes and turbulent emotions and it was obvious she was awed by Carol's sleek sexiness and the fact that she was a nurse from The Big City. The only concession Carol made in her appearance was to put on makeup, mascara and eyeshadow and gloss-lipstick. She'd also, shivering with fierce anticipation, dabbed perfume liberally on her lush tits, the cheeks of her creamy ass and on her silken pussy-hairs. Just as she would have for an exciting date. When Cindy begged her to make her face up, Carol quickly agreed.

Sitting close to Cindy on the sofa and facing her, the madly aroused nurse began with mascara, her eyes smoldering on the blonde's lovely ripe mouth, straying down to her budding tits filling out her T-shirt. And Carol cleverly turned the talk around to sex, knowing at eighteen Cindy would have a barrage of questions.

"What's it like, having your first orgasm, I mean?" Cindy gushed eagerly. "Really wild?"

Carol was about to quip she hadn't had one in so long she couldn't remember, but instead she told the blonde it was a fantastic experience, although a boy could easily turn her off to sex with clumsiness.

"I know what you mean," Cindy sighed. "My boyfriend spends all his time trying to get in my pants."

"You mean you're a virgin?" Carol asked with hot excitement.

"Oh sure. I mean, I smoke grass and drink beer just like all the kids in this town, but damned if I'm gonna let Jimmy get my cherry that easy!"

It just so happened that Cindy had a joint of very good Columbian with her. They paused for a while to sip wine and smoke the grass, Carol's lust soaring to dangerous heights. Funny, she thought with a giggle, the common notion of seedy dealers peddling dope to teenagers had abruptly reversed itself all over the nation. Now it was the seemingly innocent kids who had the grass and the adults who had to get it from them!

The marijuana and wine shattered the last of Carol's caution. She was dying to suck on Cindy's plump tits and kiss and nibble every inch of her satiny young flesh, to rape her cherry with her stroking fingers and tingling mouth, to greedily savor her cunt-honey. Driven by an overpowering curiosity and feeling like a virgin herself – after all, she'd never had sex with a girl, especially a luscious little jewel like Cindy – Carol tried to use some finesse in spite of her fierce urgency.

"You've got lovely breasts, honey," she told the shining-eyed blonde, caressing one casually. "Do you know how to make them ripen overnight?"

"Like yours, you mean? Wow! How, Carol?" she asked eagerly.

"Take off your T-shirt and I'll show you," the nurse said.

Cindy stripped it off and tossed it aside and Carol sucked in her breath. Christ, what loving, hot little tits! Each blossoming mound was tipped with a fat, perfectly centered pink nipple and huge rosy coronas.

"Oh, they're beautiful," Carol whispered hoarsely, gently clutching a warm tit in each hand, trembling at their velvety heat. "You massage them every night, like this, honey," the feverish nurse told her. She began loving Cindy's luscious mounds with slow, lewd caresses, stroking the swollen nipples lasciviously until the blonde was beginning to pant.

"Oh wow, Carol, that feels – that feels good. Mmmmmm, not the way Jimmy paws me, ooooooh that's nice!"

Carol glanced at her innocent face. Easy, she thought with rising lust, this is going to be so Goddamned easy. She doesn't suspect a thing yet! Along with her frenzied excitement, the passionate nurse felt a delicious stab of guilt. There was something diabolically sweet in corrupting innocence like Cindy's, knowing she'd be the first to get her juicy little cherry, that Cindy would never forget her as long as she lived. Never.

"Oh Carol that's – I'm getting hot!" she said, her wide eyes burning on Carol's. The grass and the wine left her wide open for what was coming.

"Sit on my lap, honey," Carol urged. "I'll explain something to you, a secret."

"A secret!" the blonde echoed. Her face flushed and her tawny tits heaving, Cindy squirmed her ass on Carol's lap.

"Now," Carol whispered in her ear, hugging the eighteen-year-old's silky tits from behind, "when you finally lose your little cherry it's going to hurt something terrible. Boys can be selfish, you know. But I can fix it so it won't hurt at all, honey, not a bit. Not only that, I can tell you things that will turn a boy on so wildly, you can wrap him around your little finger."

"Tell me!" Cindy gushed, wriggling her asscheeks on Carol's lap to make her cunt throb with soaked lust.

"But first," the panting nurse whispered, "I have to fix your cherry so it won't hurt."

She slid her hands down and unsnapped the top button of Cindy's tight jeans. Then she unzipped them and crept one hand inside, down to the blonde's steaming crotch, past a delicate tangle of cunt-hairs, down into the silken wet heat of her plump thighs.

"I'm-I'm so hot I could burn up," Cindy sobbed. She squirmed feverishly. "Oh God, Carol, I-I think – oooooo! Oh no, unnnnnng! No, please, aaaaaaah! N-n… yes! Oh Lord yessssss! Oh Carol it feels – mmmmmmmm!"

Carol slid one finger into the eighteen-year-old virgin's juicy slit and began gently stroking, shuddering with her new excitement. Tight and fiery and succulent, writhing passionately on the nurse's finger, Cindy's cherry was so hot and lust-inspiring as it oozed honey on Carol's fingers, the feverish nurse's hopes soared tremendously. If anyone could miraculously make her come, it would be the passionately whimpering angel on her lap.

"Oh Lord Carol – unh! – Ah it's so beautiful! – I love it, dear lord – oooooooh! – I love you, Carol! Yes!"

The madly swinging blonde twisted her head around to fiercely kiss Carol's mouth. She slithered her wet tongue deep, moaning deliriously as Carol's fucking finger shot deeper and harder into her juicy cunt. Her jeans were drenched with her hot pussy-fluids now as a shattering orgasm began to erupt in her tender slit. She bit Carol's lips in a frenzy of joy as her first wild orgasm raced through her tawny flesh.