"The nurse_s hot itch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carver Mark)

CHAPTER TWO

As soon as Carol left Dr. Benson's office, she went to the local hospital and applied for a job. She'd be accepted, she knew, for two solid reasons.

First, the shortage of registered nurses around the country was critical. A nurse could go literally anywhere there was a hospital and get a job. Second, under "Reasons for leaving last employment," she always put the same thing. "Personality conflict." There was always a lot of personality conflict in the constant pressure of a hospital so no one could argue about that. Nor would her last hospital say anything about her wanton behavior. As long as her infractions weren't medical they would protect her. Doctors and nurses always protected each other as much as possible, since it took years of arduous training to get a license.

And if every doctor and nurse who'd been caught playing around at some lustful moment in a hospital lost their licenses, most sick people would be ready for the morgue. Or so they reasoned.

Carol was immediately interviewed by a handsome staff doctor who could barely keep his eyes off her proud tits. And even though a hot throbbing began in her tormented pussy, Carol firmly told herself no. Not this time. There was plenty of action walking around out there, and the thought that she could now choose from both sexes started a soaring excitement in her blood.

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.

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.

Eighteen-year-old Cindy had finger fucked herself since she was thirteen but those thrills were furtive and pale compared to the beautiful nurse's loving strokes. From the moment she'd seen Carol a gushing admiration for her sexiness and cool, self-assured poise burst in Cindy's heart. In a way, it was puppy-love on sight, but now that innocent awe was quickly turning into wild, uncontrollable adoration.

Carol had made her feel better in five minutes than anyone had ever made her feel in her whole life. It was that simple.

"G-god! – Carol! I can't – unnngh! – Can't stop burning up can't s-stop – aaaaaah! – Commming!"

"Come all over me then," Carol whispered passionately, her own cunt a blazing torment as Cindy's boiling juices poured down her finger and into her hand, dripping everywhere.

The eighteen-year-old cherry flung her arms madly around the nurse's neck and showered tearful kisses on her, as her second climax began to explode.

"L-love you! – So hot, oh it's wild, good, fan – ohhhh! – Fantastic! Carol, Carol – unnnnnnng! – Yessss!"

Can't wait to suck her off! Carol thought in a fever of urgency. Oh God, I had no idea she could be so sweet and passionate, so innocent and sexy and delicious! Cindy would be the one, she had to be the one, because Carol had never been so strangely aroused in her life. The blonde's hot ass was slapping to a frantic rhythm on Carol's crotch, firing her lust to a relentless ache. Her hands and burning mouth and sharp teeth were everywhere it seemed, clawing, biting, kissing, sucking, screaming with her unleashing passion.

And if Carol could possibly have come she would have the very moment Cindy pressed her tear-stained cheek to Carol's and whispered she would die of pure joy if Carol didn't stop right now.

Carol stopped, and the frenzied blonde let out a low prolonged moan of relief. Still she clung to the nurse feverishly and her cunt spasmed, still gushing honey.

"Never dreamed it could be like that," Cindy sobbed. "Oh Carol it was the living end! I'm-I'm crazy about you!"

"But it's not the end," Carol said quickly. "There's more, darling, much more. Let's both strip!"

Eagerly, Cindy scrambled off her lap and pulled down her jeans. Carol's fingers shook on her own dress, her eyes burning hungrily over the blonde's smooth golden flesh, raking over her ripe hips and smooth, plump thighs her silky tangle of cunt-hairs. Jesus Christ! What she'd been missing all these years! But not any more, never again.

"Oh wow," Cindy whispered, her blue eyes growing huge as Carol took off her dress. "You're-you're gorgeous, Carol! Naked too, I mean. Lord, what a figure!"

All the more to suck you off with, my dear Goldilocks, the hotly aroused nurse thought with dry amusement. But she didn't really fell amused at all. She felt ravenously hungry and maddeningly excited, the boiling knot in her loins pounding furiously, demanding impossible satisfaction.

Carol nudged the eighteen-year-old virgin onto her back on the sofa. Trembling, she climbed on top of Cindy. For a few teasing minutes she showered torrid kisses on the blonde, rubbing her moist pussy to Cindy's in lewd circles. The girl jerked her hips eagerly and sobbed as their hot velvety tits rubbed and crushed together, their perspiring flesh fusing with lust.

"Getting so hot again, Carol! Oh Carol I'm burning up again, help me, please! On fire, ooooooh!"

At the age of eighteen and still a cherry, Cindy would explode again and again and again with climaxes, able to go all night long and the following day if she could.

"H-help me," she whimpered, her hands squeezing Carol's lush ass-cheeks. "Masturbate me some more, please!"

"If you think that was something, just wait," the nurse whispered. She inched down on the blonde's burning flesh, lavishing sensuous kisses on the way. She paused at Cindy's panting tits, grasping one eagerly in her mouth and sucking on the hot nipple with greed, feeling it gorge in her mouth. In turn, she gently teased and sucked her other satiny tit, until the virgin was crying in a steady plea and jerking her hips up feverishly.

Now Carol, her heart pounding against her ribs, slid further down her belly. She lingered to teasingly bite and suck on the hot flesh, until the girl was clawing her back and issuing low screams of urgency.

Her curiosity and lust at a fever-pitch, Carol hunched between Cindy's widespread thighs.

Quickly, the blonde drew up her knees and nudged her steaming pussy toward Carol's mouth. Panting, Carol pushed back on the soft flesh of Cindy's belly to fully expose her cherry.

"Beautiful," Carol whispered, her eyes blazing on the glistening pink slit. Like a delicate, rosy mouth, she thought, utterly hot and loving and kissable. The soaked cunt-lips beckoned, sucking at her in a lascivious plea. The sweet fragrance of Cindy's virginity filled her nostrils like a warm summer breeze.

"Carol, please! Don't tease me any more, I beg you, I'm burning up! Going crazy I – ah! – Oooooooh! Oh God eeee! Ummmmmm, ah Carol Carol it's – aaarh! – W-w-wild!"

And Cindy quickly crushed her hot thighs to Carol's face, her eyes glazed with disbelief, her naked flesh trembling violently from head to toe. Another girl in school had told Cindy a boy had eaten her pussy once and she'd almost gone crazy with thrills, but the innocent virgin shrugged it off as both dirty and a wild exaggeration.

But not any more. Never again! The most intense thrill she'd ever felt now tore through Cindy's furiously sucking cunt like wildfire. Carol was lapping and sucking and kissing all at once it seemed, whipping her tongue in and out in a frenzy of moaning delight, sparking a blaze in Cindy's virgin pussy that would never die.

Because that first breathtaking, nerve-shattering thrill would alter the blonde's life forever.

For Carol it would have an equally shattering effect, but not in the way she expected. The moment she darted her long tongue into Cindy's boiling cunt, ripples of profound depraved pleasure tingled through her mouth, until it was watering as freely as Cindy's writhing pussy. The girl's cunt-honey was like sheer nectar to the nurse, fiery and delicious and utterly sweet.

Her moans mingled with Cindy's obscenely happy screams as she sucked in a frenzy of hunger, craving a stream of juicy nectar pouring down her throat. But it wasn't just the lovely virgin's hot, succulent pussy that turned her on fiercely. There was more to it than just the thrilling, madly sucking sweet cunt smearing her cheeks. There was the difference.

After years of blowing and fucking countless men, the mere idea of ravenously eating a beautiful young girl like Cindy inflamed her lust dangerously. She'd discovered not just a new hope for her agonizing frustration but a new outlet for her crazed sex-drive. For a few minutes of wanton heaven, the tortured nurse could almost forget the savage throbbing in her own pussy, drowning her lips and tongue in Cindy's thighs. If she couldn't have a climax in her aching cunt, she came deliciously close with her mouth. Her lips and tongue tingled with joy as she sucked on the blonde's fat little clit-bud to make her shudder and wail ferociously at the violent new thrill.

Now Cindy was tugging at Carol's hair and raising her legs high to dig her heels into the nurse's shoulders. Her tawny flesh was drenched with sweat and depraved fire as she began erupting with maddening new sex-thrills. Her swollen clit was a mass of raw ecstasy as Carol sucked ferociously on it, fucking her tongue across its tip. The eighteen-year-old bit her lips to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs and her ass lifted high off the sofa, carrying Carol's greedy mouth with it.

"G-dear G-god! – oooooo! Aarrrrrrh! – Love you! Forever,oh! Oh! Oh! Die with h-happiness! No, no, Carol, can't take much – nnnnngh! – more, honey, oh I can't stop – mmmm – cummming!"

For a minute Carol dipped her tongue down to Cindy's tiny asshole, plunging deep into the crack. Instantly the blonde ceased ranting and let out a long shaking sigh of bliss. Overwhelmed with curiosity and excitement, Carol wriggled deep and hard into Cindy's tender asshole, her nose crushed to the girl's squirming wet cunt, her fingers digging into her hot, satiny ass.

But Cindy's relief was over too soon.

Like an irresistible lover, the blonde's sweet cunt beckoned Carol back and once again she was licking and sucking and lapping in a frenzy, unable to control her new obscene joy. Sobbing for mercy, Cindy tried desperately to wrench her now-tormented pussy away but the sex-crazed nurse held her hips in a viselike grip. The delicious cunt-flesh could make her forget her anguish, give her a feeble echo of ecstasy in her mouth and that was all that mattered to Carol.

And suddenly the blonde's body went completely limp.

So absorbed was Carol in her depraved greed she continued to devour the juicy hot slit. A minute later the fact that Cindy no longer responded struck her, and she jerked her head up, startled. The girl had fainted!

Carol cursed herself as she crawled back up to kiss Cindy tenderly. The eighteen-year-old's eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed as they shone on Carol.

"It's all right," Carol soothed her, stroking her tits. "I'm so sorry, darling. You were so fantastically sweet and yummy, I lost control. Forgive me, please?"

The girl flung her arms around Carol and hugged her fiercely. "It's okay, Carol. I thought I'd die from so much happiness! But I'm a cherry, you know. I guess I'm not used to thrills like this. But I'm not complaining!" she added quickly, kissing Carol.

"Technically, you're not a cherry," Carol chuckled. "I took it, first with my finger and then my mouth, honey."

Cindy giggled. "Actually, I took it a couple of years ago with my finger. I meant I'm a cherry with boys."

Carol stared down at her, awed by her innocence and loveliness. Christ, what millions of men wouldn't give to be in her position right now! And she was suddenly astounded by what she'd done – and by what she was going to make Cindy do. From the way the sweet blonde was looking at her it was obvious Cindy worshipped her.

She hadn't just fingerfucked and sucked off a beautiful young virgin. She'd deprived some boy – or man – of making the first unforgettable sex-impression on her. When Cindy thought of sex from this night on, she would think of Carol's obscenely pumping finger in her tender slit, of Carol's frantic whipping mouth on her crotch, of Carol's ripe tits and soft warm embrace and torrid kisses.

And she looked more innocent, more like a glowing angel than ever. Well, hell, Carol thought, she was an adorable angel, wasn't she? And if some boy or man wasn't smart or ballsy enough to get her first, that was his tough luck.

And as the delicious taste of Cindy's cherry lingered in her mouth, her own urgently pulsating cunt reminded her of her own explosive need.

"Cindy," she said softly, caressing the girl's pussy to make her moan, "I want you to return the favor, darling. I want you to go down on me now. All right?"

She didn't hesitate a second. "Sure, Carol. I-I was hoping you'd ask. I'd do anything for you, anything."

The blonde got up and Carol lay back on the sofa, her creamy tits panting furiously as she raised one leg and rested it along the upper rim of the couch. Her cunt was completely exposed, throbbing and sucking before Cindy's shining eyes.

Slowly, as if approaching a holy shrine, the lush blonde huddled between the nurse's spread thighs. Cindy's heart beat rapidly with guilt and a terribly exciting curiosity. Carol's exquisite pink cunt looked so-so lovable. And at this moment the innocent eighteen-year-old wanted nothing more in the world than to please her every whim.

"Hurry, darling!" Carol gasped, cupping the girl's head in her hands and pulling downward, wild hope soaring like an eagle in her heart. She's the one, Carol thought feverishly, I know she's the one.

Cindy planted her lips squarely against Carol's pussy-lips and sucked gently. It tasted terrifically exciting to her, sort of like a sticky sweet kiss, only much more thrilling than any lips she'd ever tasted.

"Yesssss," Carol crooned, stroking the girl's long hair as she began sucking her cunt with her eager lips and tongue. "Oh yesssss, mmmmm,oh good, darling, yes work your tongue deeper, aaaaaaah, oh baby, angel, unnnnngh! Oh sweetheart, your hot loving mouth, ohhhhh! Deeper, faster, oh luscious cuntsucking angel, I – oh honey!"

The familiar molten wave was hovering now, just on the fringe of Carol's thrilled pussy as Cindy rammed her burning tongue deep into the boiling flesh. Moaning low in her throat with her new-found hunger, the eighteen-year-old rubbed her palms passionately over Carol's soft belly and hips as she snaked her tongue into the juicy crack and swirled it around in ravenous laps.

A tremendous excitement was building up in Cindy's blood, an eerie sensation she'd never felt before. She liked eating Carol's pussy, she loved it, was beginning to yearn for more fiery cunt-juice trickling in her mouth. And Carol's lewd praise was spurring her on to suck frantically on her clit, then ram her tongue into Carol's tiny asshole, then back up to lap at her pussy-honey in a frenzied exploration.

The softly screaming nurse was shuddering from head to toe, maddeningly delightful ripples of bliss beginning to spark in her knotted loins. She was close! She was closer to that elusive release than she'd ever been!

"Cindy, you're the one, darling, oh don't stop now, suck harder, faster, eat me, suck it angel, oh, just a – mmmmmm! – Alittle – aaaaah – a little harder, baby, please, please. oh so close so…"

In his den at home, Dr. Benson poised over his notes with intense concentration. He'd gone over every scrawl, every jot of his pen, every seemingly idle comment he'd made when he first talked to Carol. And the hairs prickling on the back of his neck told him he'd found something, like a bloodhound sniffing a fresh trail. The door to his den opened without knocking.

His wife peered in with a look of distaste, as though she were eyeing a chicken coop.

"I'm going over to see Dorothy Sims," she said coldly. "She has some fresh gossip she wants to share with me."

Benson didn't look up. "Tell Dorothy to fix the bathroom faucet, will you? Or else get me a hot tip on the stock market, dammit."

"Fuck you," she said sharply and slammed the door. Benson sighed. Goddammit, divorces could be so expensive these days. If he just had someone like Carol waiting for him…

Now where in the hell was he? There was something in the mess of notes that stirred an alarm in the back of his mind. Where the hell was it?

Frantically, Benson began to scatter, then claw at the pages on his desk. It was there, dammit, it had to be there!

"Oh God," Carol sobbed. "Oh Jesus Christ. So close, so fucking close!"

Cindy pressed her naked flesh to Carol's as though she'd done something terrible. She didn't understand, she'd done the best she could, she'd eaten the moaning nurse until she was totally exhausted.

"It's my fault," Cindy sniffed, hugging her face to Carol's desire-swollen tits. "I didn't try hard enough."

"Oh don't be dumb," Carol sighed, stroking the blonde's head. "You would have made anyone else come a dozen times, Cindy. It's just that I-I have this funny problem."

The blonde raised her head eagerly. "I'll try again, Carol, right now if you want me to!"

"No, baby, that's all right. Maybe I was trying too hard. I think you'd better go now, angel. It's getting late."

"I wish I could stay all night," the girl blurted out.

"So do I, honey, but forget it. I'm a stranger to your parents and they'll get suspicious as hell."

Reluctantly, Cindy began dressing, her plump curves bringing a tingle to Carol's lips. "Tomorrow night?" Cindy asked eagerly. "Same time, same station, same fun?"

"We'll see, darling."

"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" Cindy begged.

"I'll think about it," Carol replied, a faint idea stirring in the back of her mind. After a long, passionate goodbye kiss, Cindy's sexy figure went through the doorway. And Carol closed it with a deep sigh. Still naked, she sat at the kitchen table with a half-gallon of wine. She drank in rapid gulps, smoldering savagely, tears of rage in her eyes.

She was so damned sure Cindy was the one! Sweet yes, deliciously exciting, a thrilling conquest she'd never forget. But the adorable blonde still couldn't make her come.

And now how did she get rid of a sexy little eighteen-year-old who wanted to cling to her desperately? It served her right for turning her cherry on. Risky, very risky playing around with anyone that age, much less a girl in a small town. Suppose Cindy started following her around, like a puppy? Or began acting weird in front of her parents? Or a hundred alarming possibilities began whirling in Carol's half-drunk mind, frightening her.

And all the while the boiling knot of frustration in her pounding loins churned and twisted and seethed, demanding its long overdue climax, its violent release.

Carol refilled her glass with shaking fingers. Her mind was starting to teeter perilously under the hot, relentless inner pressure. She felt as if she were clinging to the edge of a cliff by her fingernails, slipping, sliding, frantically trying to dig in for just a little longer.

Her mind could go any day now. She knew it, felt it in every jarred nerve of her sleek, naked flesh, sensed her shattering control was hanging on by a last, desperate thread.

Any day now, any hour now, any moment now…