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

CHAPTER THREE

The hospital called Carol the next morning, telling her she could start working the day-shift the following day. Cindy came by three times that day, but Carol managed to shoo her away without, she hoped, hurting her feelings too much. She told her she still had unpacked bags to put away and a thousand things to do, which was true.

The sultry nurse was powerfully tempted by the passionate plea in the eighteen-year-old's smoldering blue eyes. After all, she'd had a wild, feverish time with the luscious creature, and Carol deliberately hadn't brushed her teeth this morning so the taste of the blonde's pussy-honey still lingered in her mouth, remind her of every hot detail. But Carol had to be cool and practical. Starting a frenzied affair with Cindy would not only increase the danger of somehow having it come out – it was a small town and an even smaller, sharp-eyed neighborhood – but would put a cramp in the nurse's time.

Every hour was precious to her now, every passing minute. Each new piece of action was a soaring new hope, and Cindy had her chance. That afternoon, here was a timid knock on her door and Carol went to it wearily, cursing herself for the fiftieth time for ever eating Cindy's hot little pussy. She was framing another excuse for the blonde when she opened the door. Her eyes widened on a handsome, clean-cut boy of eighteen or so.

"Yes?" Automatically Carol glanced at his crotch. There was a big bulge in his tight Levi's. Yes!

"I'm, uh, my name is Jimmy. I'm Cindy's boyfriend, Miss Parsons. Can I, uh, talk to your for a minute?"

Oh shit! Carol thought furiously. Now she's gone and done it, probably spilled everything to him. Carol hid her alarm, smiling warmly. "Sure, Jimmy, come on in."

He stepped in her living room awkwardly, while Carol settled on the sofa and patted the seat beside her. To hell with the preliminaries, she decided. Time was running out and desperation had a funny way of putting things in perspective. He sat beside her, facing her, black-haired and brown-eyed with a serious, intelligent face. Just another nice, small-town kid like Cindy, Carol thought, the kind who got married at eighteen and lived here forever. The idea sounded so peaceful to her tormented mind and flesh. But now Carol knew instinctively Cindy would never marry him. She'd changed all that with her greedy fingers and mouth.

"Loosen up," Carol suggested, squirming her ass on the sofa as if to settle it, but actually riding her dress up so her lush, creamy thighs were obvious. "It can't be all that bad, Jimmy."

He grinned. "Yeah, I guess I'm uptight about Cindy. She's-she's acting weird, Miss Parsons." He frowned, searching for words. "I mean, she burst into tears while I talked to her on the phone. Then when I came to see her, all she talked about was you, nothing but you."

"Oh?" Carol lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. "What did she say about me?"

He shrugged. "She said you were beautiful and wonderful, she'd never met anyone like you. And that I was a dummy and she didn't want to see me again. She slammed the door in my face. I thought maybe you could help me figure out what's going on. I mean, Cindy is so different since yesterday." Carol let out her breath. So she hadn't talked!

Yet. She'd have to tackle the girl with a whole new strategy before she let the whole fucking town know what had happened. If she hadn't already…

"I think I can help you, Jimmy," the nurse said soothingly, putting a hand on his thigh and squeezing. His cock would be huge and eager hard, his jism thick and creamy and gushing in massive torrents. He could be the one! In Carol's desperate mind, anyone from the mailman to a passing stranger could deliver her from her throbbing torture.

"First," she began smoothly, watching his eyes dart to her ripe tits and exposed silky thighs, "Cindy is at a very impressionable age. Her emotions are in a tempest right now. You can discard whatever she says or does for the next few days or weeks. She'll come to her senses."

He sighed with relief. "You think so, really?"

Carol nodded solemnly. Now for the pitch.

"But she did tell me a few things about you, Jimmy, upsetting things, frankly. About your behavior."

He looked stunned. "Christ, I haven't done anything to her, Miss Parsons, honest."

"You don't really understand the female mind." Her hand slid up his thigh gently, closer to his big bulge. Easy now. "Cindy loves you, of course, but you've been pushing her too hard sexually. A girl doesn't like to be pawed or wrestled with, she's not a football player, you know. A girl wants to be seduced, by someone who knows what it's all about. Especially if she's a virgin, like Cindy. She wants someone who will treat her gently, someone with experience. Now be honest with me, Jimmy, how experienced are you?"

His face reddened. Her fingers were creeping to within an inch of his bulging prick, and the throbbing in her hot cunt was becoming fierce again. Easy!

"I – well, I've had a couple girls to be honest," he said. He licked his lips, his eyes burning on her softly panting tits, on the milk-white cleavage above the V-neck of her thin dress. Her nipples were gorged with passion, jutting out ripely.

"That's not the sort of experience I mean," Carol said huskily. "You've got to know how to arouse a girl, Jimmy, how to lift her to fantastic heights of excitement, how to give her the most unforgettable time of her life. Would you like to know how?"

His face was almost crimson now and his cock was quivering in his tight pants. "Yes, hell yes!"

Leaning close to him, she put her hand on his bulge and squeezed, trembling at the heat and size. "I can't tell you but I can show you, Jimmy. It'll be our secret so Cindy will never know. All right?"

He nodded eagerly, his breathing rapid. Carol flicked her tongue in his ear and he shivered. "Take off your pants," she whispered. "Take off everything, Jimmy."

Standing up, Carol slipped her dress off in seconds. The sight of her hot naked flesh would spur him on. It not only spurred the eighteen-year-old boy on, he almost shot off in his pants.

He stood tip slowly, gaping at her statuesque body. Jeeez-us! What tits! She was like one of those dreamy pin-ups in Playboy, her big, luscious tits heaving with urgent desire. Her lushly curved hips framed a moist nest of cunt-hairs and Jimmy could see her inner thighs were already soaked with her eager juices. Compared to the two clumsy schoolgirls he'd had in the back seat of his car at the local drive-in movie she was a giant-breasted, long-legged, fantastically stacked Goddess.

"Hurry," she panted, "come on, Jimmy, let's see your beautiful prick, darling!"

He finished stripping and Carol moaned softly when she saw his huge cock. Curving sharply upward above his swollen fuzzy balls, it throbbed massively, long and thick and crowned with a fiery knob which now oozed an impatient heavy drop of sperm. She had to take the edge off his excitement, fast.

"Sit down," she urged.

When he did, Carol quickly dropped to her knees between his legs. Eyes blazing, she gripped his rod at the base and held it up toward her wet mouth, like a lust-gorged lollipop. Her long tongue flicked out, lapping up the oozing cream, making the boy gasp. He'd probably never had a blowjob before, Carol knew. And while she could have made him come in ten seconds or less with one fiercely passionate suck, she decided to give him the works.

Using her thumb and forefinger to form a tight ring around the trunk of his quivering prick, Carol began giving Cindy's boyfriend the thrill of his eighteen-year-old life. Using her hot lips and tongue with electrifying power, she clutched his gorged meat in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it to start Jimmy groaning with pleasure, using long slow sucks at first, then switching to rapid obscene strokes of her greedy mouth.

"Holy – Holy Christ, Miss -wow! – Miss Parsons jeez! Aaaaaaah! Hot and wiiiiilld, wheeeeewww! S-suck it!"

Carol was lavishing one of her fantastic oral specials on the eighteen-year-old out of sheer pride. Any schoolgirl could suck his come out of him in ten seconds. Why not give the kid something to remember, a job that would shame other girls and women for years to come? She was nibbling on his big knob now, lashing it with her tongue while her other hand tickled and squeezed and fondled his balls. And as long as she held his load back with her fierce grip he couldn't come.

Carol was wrong about one thing, though. Jimmy had had a blowjob once, a clumsy affair by a girl in the back seat of his car. She'd averted her mouth with horror at the last minute and he'd spattered his jism all over the seat, cursing when he had to clean it up himself. What the lush naked nurse on her knees before him was doing to his hotly thrilled prick now was enough to make him roar with lust.

"G-Goddamn, Miss Parsons! Woooooo shit it's too – oooooo! – Too much! T-terrific!"

Slipping her mouth off his rod for a minute Carol ran her burning tongue along the underside of his meat down to his balls, which she tongued lovingly. Then she sucked on them, jerking his throbbing prick in her fist meanwhile to keep up the pressure. Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might, said the Bible, and remembering, Carol jerked harder.

She ran her tongue back up his cock where the glowing knob oozed more cream, which she licked up ravenously. Each new rod she stroked and sucked was the dawn of new hope to the madly frustrated nurse and she kissed and tongued this virile young meat with desperate hope. And between her thighs the incessant hot rhythm, the endless aching throb, the explosive need grew hotter and more urgent.

"Gotta – whewwwww – come soon, Miss Parsons! Goin' nuts! Aaaaaagh! Lovin' Jesus, what – hooo! – What a groovey b-blowjob! Ummmmmm!"

Carol released her savage grip on his prick and prepared her mouth to receive his molten fury.

Just outside Carol's apartment door, tears streamed from Cindy's eyes as she kept her ear pressed to the door. She knew this would happen. The minute she slammed the door in Jimmy's face, she'd watched him come over here through her window and she knew it would happen.

She felt miserable and torn at his obscene cries reached her ears now. She didn't care if Jimmy got sucked off by every Goddamned girl in school. He wasn't the problem, not any more. It was Carol. The bloodcurdling thought flashed in her mind that Carol might like him so much she'd never talk to Cindy again. The eighteen-year-old blonde huddled and cried miserably as her boyfriend erupted in her lover's eager mouth.

She had to vent her seething jealousy somehow. She whirled on her heel and ran home, sobbing blindly. She raced upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door and got her diary from her bottom dresser drawer, hidden beneath her old jeans and panties.

Crouching on her bed with the diary, Cindy began to write furiously. Every singe detail of Carol's lustful seduction of her was recorded in the diary. Every stark, depraved detail…

"… never arouses me first," Mrs. Conklin said indignantly, while Dr. Benson tried frantically to keep from yawning and then lapsing into a comatose sleep. He blinked his eyes and tried to listen.

Goddamn savage is what he is, really, Doctor! Hop on, hop off, like a beast. For fifteen years he's done this. And not once, not once has he ever said thank you, oh thank you for such delightful sex. With that animal! An animal and a monster is what he is…

Benson sat up as though charged with electricity. Animal! That's what it was in that mass of notes – something to do with an animal, or animals… He tuned out Mrs. Conklin's outraged recital and thought furiously. What was it Carol had mentioned about animals, so idly? Sonofabitch, he'd left the notes in his den at home!

"What do you think I should do, Doctor?" She waited while he continued to frown distantly. "I said," she repeated with exasperation, "what do you think I should do, Doctor?"

"Personally, Mrs. Conklin, I think you should go f…" He was about to tell her to go fuck herself, then remembered what she was paying.

"Think you should go find a lover," he said just in time. That started her on another fifteen-minute tirade. Benson wrote down the word "Animal" on his pad and continued to stare at it for a long, long time.

Carol took her time draining Jimmy's long cock, relishing every boiling drop. His sperm was thick and sweet with youth, but she knew it would grow salty over the years and thinner and less urgent. She was, after all, an expert on the subject.

"Jeez, Miss Parsons," he panted, "that was something else. I mean, I think you spoiled me forever. Whew!"

That was precisely what the lust-crazed nurse wanted to do, leave her lewd mark on him for life. Still kneeling between his legs, she hefted his prick expertly in her fingers, coaxing, caressing, jerking until it was rising fast once more.

She gave it a final suck to make sure it was hard enough and then quickly rose. He started to get up too, but she told him to stay put.

"I'll ride you, honey, like Calamity Jane, okay? You just sit there and let me do the work, Jimmy."

She sat on his naked lap with her back to him, grasping his rod and teasing her cunt-lips with it, low moans of fierce anticipation coming from her throat. This clean, eager young prick could be the one. Certainly it was big and hot enough, surging with power in her list.

She slid down an inch and her gasp of delight fused with his grunt of happy surprise. She began fucking him slowly, probing her silken cunt with his swollen dick-head, crooning sounds issuing from her lips.

"That's – Wow! – that's hot and juicy, Miss Parsons! That's-that's terrific pussy, ummmmmf! Shit,this is – whewwwwww! – This is better'n anything!"

Jimmy squeezed her ripe naked tits in his fingers as she began dazzling him with a variety of pussy-tricks. She gorged her slit with his meat, then gripping it firmly in her luscious crack, she wiggled her ass in wide circles. Abruptly she shifted to a rapid back-and-forth jerking, then a side-to-side shimmying, growing more frantically aroused by the minute.

"Oh this is wonderful!" Carol exclaimed, twisting her head around to bite his lips. "Oh this is good! This is a – nnnnnng! – Beautiful young prick, Jimmy! Oh hot loving power, yes, yesssss, every big inch I lovvvvve it!"

Her blood soared with fierce excitement as her inflamed cunt began thrilling to his pounding rod. This is going to be it! Carol told herself feverishly, eyes gleaming with triumph. Her ass was slapping against his bushy crotch with loud obscene smacks as she rode his long young prick. Her swollen tits heaved furiously in his finger and she stroked her own fat clit while she fucked him.

And he was staying with her, the darling boy! He was hanging on to his load while Carol tearfully swung her plump, sweating ass to a savage rhythm and cried softly and felt her nerves quiver for the coming explosion, the magnificent release, the sole purpose for her living now.

"Hot-damn, Miss P…oooooof! – Miss Parsons. What pussy! Oh shit it's – aaaaaaah – what a crazy fuck!"

Her huge hot tits bounced madly in his fingers, streaming sweat, while her tight blazing slit sent savage thrills through his quivering rod. Jimmy knew he had to hang on because she was terrifically excited and she hadn't come yet, and he didn't want to disappoint her, not after that fantastic blowjob. He clenched his teeth and clung to his knot of fire seething in his loins, gasping and groaning beneath the frenzy of her wet luscious cunt. What an incredible fuck! It was the kind of memory you took to your grave with you, you never forgot it for a single day of your life. The lush moaning nurse was an insane mass of hot flesh and clawing fingers and electrifying cunt, her naked body shuddering with intense passion.

"Yes, yes, yessssss!" she screamed, her face contorted with bliss, "Oh it's-it's going to happen – oooooo! – At last it's-it's – I – oh God No! No, no, no, noooooo!"

And on the very verge of violent desperate release at last, so close she could feel it hovering a hairsbreadth away like a shimmering, blinding vision of ecstasy – the door closed.

The Goddamn door! It always closed, blocking out that night, shutting off her fierce release with brutal finality, driving her mad, mad, mad!

"Can't hold it back any – oooooh! – Longer, Miss Parsons! Gonna come! I-I – sheeeeeiiit!"

His prick grew rock-hard in her frenzied slit and then gushed out his flood of hot jism in great bursts. Dimly, Carol could feel her pussy flooding, but only her mechanical movements responded. She still sucked her pussy and spasmed and trembled but there was no hope behind it.

She'd lost again. Sobbing softly, Carol climbed off his lap. She padded to the kitchen, her creamy bouncing ass starting a fresh tingle in Jimmy's limp rod, and returned with a towel. After wiping her dripping pussy, she handed it to him silently.

Jimmy thought he'd made her come and that's why she was crying. How could he have failed? Hell, he'd stayed with her for at least fifteen minutes, through the most spine-tingling, nerve racking fuck in existence, he told himself.

"I'll be ready again in a minute or two, Miss Parsons," he said proudly. "Okay?"

She stared at him solemnly. "I think that's enough, Jimmy. You were very, very good. You're a man, remember that. But I've got a lot of things to do…"

"Sure, I understand," he said quickly. He damn sure wasn't going to be pushy with her. Not as long as a faint chance existed he could come back. As he put his clothes on, he had the funny sensation he'd been very, very lucky because it would never happen again, not with her. Something in her sad expression, her desperate eyes, even her sexy ripe curves told him it was a one-shot stand.

Still, he tried. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, did I, Miss Parsons? Be honest, I wasn't lousy, was I?"

She touched his cheek tenderly. "Sweet Jimmy, you were wonderful, believe me. Any girl who can't appreciate what you've got should become a nun. Run along now, honey."

"I'll-I'll call you, okay, Miss Parsons?"

Her eyes told him no. "If you want."

At the door, he turned. "You never told me what it was that turns a girl on, Miss Parsons. You did all the turning on."

She smiled weakly. "Just be yourself, Jimmy, that's all. And keep it stiff as long as possible. Goodbye now."

"Bye, Miss Parsons."

When the door closed, Carol slumped naked on the sofa. She lit a cigarette and brooded. It would take an hour for the painful hammering in her loins to subside to a steady pulsing ache. But she had to face the truth, no matter how bitter.

Hundreds of men over the past two years couldn't make her come. A lovely eighteen-year-old virgin with the sweetest pussy and mouth, gushing love and passion, couldn't make her come. Her eighteen-year-old boyfriend, a handsome, beautifully hung boy couldn't make her come.

She would never come. There were advantages, she thought as she puffed on her cigarette, absently stroking her soaked pussy. For one thing, she couldn't go to hell for corrupting an angel like Cindy and a nice kid like Jimmy, because she was already in hell, a living, flaming hell of maddening frustration and torture.

She could literally fuck herself to death now and it wouldn't make any difference any more. Her mind was slipping rapidly, her nerves were already shot, so what was left?

She would fuck herself to death.

It would be a very unusual form of suicide, she decided. She would screw anything and everything in sight, day and night, until her shattered nerves and shaky sanity gave way completely, unless she died of exhaustion first. As a nurse she knew this was almost impossible, but still it could be suicide. Once you were that crazy; you might as well not be alive anyway.

She would proposition anyone and everyone, hospital staff included. Maybe in her last insane fling someone out there would actually make her come, give her the violent release her tortured flesh screamed for. There was still the faintest ray of hope, barely a glimmer…

A loud knock on her door jerked her out of her brooding reverie. Lazily she got up, went into her bedroom and slipped on her robe. Apparently she wouldn't have to run out to proposition everyone. They seemed, to be rushing to her in droves. She opened the door to see Vivian, the strange-eyed vampire-type from upstairs.

The girl smiled, licking her ruby lips, and Carol wondered if she drank type O, her blood-type.

"HI, there," Vivian said. "We just wondered if you'd be free to come to dinner tonight. We'd love to have you, Carol. Really we would."

There was no doubt in Carol's mind they'd love to have her – every inch of her. From the way Vivian was staring at her, the nurse had the uneasy feeling she'd be the dinner. Talk about naked hunger!

Carol sighed. What the hell, she might as well go and get it over with. Apparently they were going to pester her to death until she accepted. Besides, the weird couple intrigued her. The husband seemed ordinary enough, but how could anyone ordinary live with someone like Vivian?

But hell, what did Carol have to lose in her condition? She'd never tried a threesome and was curious about having both a big cock and an eager pussy at the same time. Who knows, an orgy might even cheer her up.

"Okay," Carol finally said. "I'll be there."

Vivian's tongue darted out and licked her lips in a mad little frenzy. "Oh wonderful! Seven will be fine. I'll run and tell Steve." She paused and her tone became low. "You won't be sorry," she added.

"Why should I be sorry?" Carol asked, baffled, but Vivian had already vanished. Christ, Carol thought as she closed her door, maybe she is a vampire. Or maybe instead of sucking blood she had to suck pussy to live, which was more probable.

Carol drew a hot bath and lay back in it with a sigh. Maybe this was the answer. She'd heard a lot about threesomes in L.A. and countless couples had tried to talk her into their bed but women didn't turn her on. That was before Cindy's sweet boiling cunt, though. She only hoped it wouldn't turn out to be what they called a "cheesy threesie" in the trade.

A cheesy threesie occurred, she'd been told, when the husband and wife were so jaded from swinging they went through the motions of passion with weary, mechanical movements, like burned out robots, usually leaving their guest disgusted and completely turned off.

Carol needn't have worried.

Not only would eerie Vivian and her husband thrill, ravage and shock her far beyond anything she'd ever gone through, they would open her eyes to a whole new world of nerve-shattering sex.

At twenty-three, even a frenzied nymphomaniac like the stunning nurse had a priceless lesson in store.