Mark Carver
Two-way wife

CHAPTER ONE

When Laura Wilson came home from work at twelve-thirty that night, the ripely curved nurse had a surprise for her husband. The surprise had long blonde hair, huge, sexy blue eyes and a deliciously budding young body.

The surprise was also young, drunk and very belligerent.

"Who in the hell is that?" Laura's husband said, staring.

"She's only going to spend the night, Don," the nurse said quickly. "It was either here or the Detention Home. I had a bitch of a time talking the Sheriff's Deputy out of putting her away. She's a runaway and her name is Cindy. Are you feeling any better, honey?" Laura asked the girl tenderly.

"Fuck you," the blonde muttered sullenly. She tossed her gleaming hair out of her face and stared at Don with wild, luminous eyes.

"Watch your mouth," Don said sharply. "Any more crap out of you and I call the Sheriff's office. You don't talk to my wife like that, understand?"

The girl averted her eyes, but nodded slowly.

"How about a sandwich, Cindy?" Laura asked her. "You must be starved."

"Naw, I just wanna crash," Cindy mumbled. "Either that or give me a drink. Or some grass."

"You go to bed right now," Laura said firmly. She quickly made the living-room sofa into a bed and when Cindy started to strip, the couple went into the kitchen. Don got a fresh beer from the refrigerator, aware that the hotly curved blonde had given him a tremendous hard-on. She was an animal, but a tawny, fantastically sexy little bitch.

He listened in silence as Laura told him how the Sheriff's Department had found her stumbling around on the highway and brought her, to the emergency room of the local hospital, where Laura worked the night shift. There was nothing really wrong with her, aside from being wildly stoned and drunk. Cindy told the Deputy nothing – except to go fuck himself in a vicious tone – but when Laura brought her into a private examining room, the girl blurted out her story in bits and pieces.

She'd run away from her home in Los Angeles two weeks before, sleeping wherever she could and hustling strangers – panhandling only, she'd told Laura defiantly – for money. The day before she'd decided to hitchhike north, to San Francisco. She'd been picked up by a couple in a VW bus, and after gulping down wine and smoking grass, the rest was largely a blur.

That's how they'd found Cindy on the highway, on the outskirts of town, about a hundred miles north of Los Angeles, staggering and almost incoherent. She had no baggage at all and wore only a T-shirt, jeans and sandals. Apparently, she'd left her purse in the bus.

"She only remembers that they were all high, and both the guy and his wife were trying to rape her. Probably she got out of the bus when they pulled over for something and she ran like hell. Poor girl," Laura added, her brown eyes brimming over with sympathy. "She's only a kid."

"Yeah, and a real angel, too," Don said dryly. The trouble with his wife was that she was a sucker for a sob story. Aside from a soft heart, Laura also had a fairly pretty face, thick brunette hair, ripe, gorgeous tits, a lustful hot ass and the juiciest pussy Don had ever pierced in his life.

The trouble with Laura was her maternal instinct. She was always dragging home stray cats and dogs, even though they lived in an apartment. What she really needed was kids, Don knew, but he'd be damned if they'd be saddled with that burden until they had a house of their own.

Besides, secretly he was afraid she'd lose her fantastic figure once she started having kids. Laura was twenty-four now, and even though they'd been married for three years, they still sucked and fucked like mad teenagers. Don was six-feet tall, with strapping muscles he kept in shape as a warehouseman, and a massive prick that drove his hot brunette wife into a frenzy of joy.

But not tonight, Laura suddenly decided. Deep down, a feverish excitement was stirring in her loins, a strange, eerie desire that had never kindled in her before.

She knew the real reason she'd brought Cindy home for the night.

The blonde was sound asleep when they went to their bedroom and stripped. In bed, Laura explained how she'd promised the Sheriff's Deputy she'd give Cindy bus-fare back home in the morning, when the girl was sober. Cindy had no intention of ever going home, she knew. Her mother was a wild swinger, divorced, and a number of her boyfriends had tried to rape the blonde.

"Maybe I can talk her into staying a few days," Laura said, shivering fiercely as Don squeezed her naked hot tits.

"What for?" Don asked.

"Just… company, I guess," the brunette murmured, her cunt beginning to seep honey as his huge cock pressed against her thigh. "Don, can we hold sex off just for tonight, darling?"

"What the hell for?" he said angrily.

"I guess I'm self-conscious because someone's in the next room," she lied quickly. "I'm exhausted too, honey. We'll swing in the morning, in the shower, okay, darling? Please?"

"Shit!" Don exploded. Then he sighed, and took his hands from her tits and turned over on his side. "Okay, then. I'm bushed too, and one night won't hurt anything. But tomorrow morning, lady, you get it three times – in the ass, too!"

"You're on," Laura murmured, secretly stroking her trembling cunt. God, she was hot! But with cunning, the nurse knew damn well Don wouldn't be able to sleep soundly with his enormous hard-on.

And with a deliciously sexy blonde just a few yards away, naked beneath her sheets.

Laura had seen the way Cindy looked at her husband, hot-eyed, horny, noting the immense bulge in his tight pants. Whether or not the story Cindy told her was true, Laura was certain the blonde was fast and easy, sensed that the girl actually fucked like a mink.

Fierce, hot desires had begun to torment the passionate nurse in the past few months, wild urges to watch her powerfully built husband in action with another girl. The mere thought of Don plunging his massive thick rod into the blonde's juicy little cunt sent bolts of rife racing through Laura's blood.

She didn't know why and she didn't care why.

The urge was hot and maddeningly irresistible, along with the savage desire to go down on a beautiful young girl herself.

She pretended to sleep, while her creamy tits rose and fell with eager nervous excitement. All she had to do was wait, and she knew her husband would take the bait. He frequently woke her up at three or four in the morning anyway, his long surging rod eager for action.

Laura waited as the minutes ticked by and became an hour, and then two hours, her fingers lewdly stroking her trembling hot cunt, teasing in an agony of suspense, her heart hammering against her ribs, her lips silently praying, Fuck her, Don! Please, please shove your mammoth prick into her! I want to watch so badly, hurry!

The tall, lush nurse was not the simple, homespun, small-town young wife she seemed to be on the surface. Like a great many similar young women, Laura Wilson had her secret, tormenting desires.

But Laura was doing something about her fierce urges, bringing home a tawny, wild-eyed runaway so she could furtively watch her stud of a husband have lusty sex with her.

And as the brunette sweated and feverishly hoped, she felt Don stir beside her. After a pause, he softly got out of bed, his massive muscles rippling with power, his prick quivering with raw hot lust as it loomed out.

Her heart raced madly. This was only the beginning she knew. Her own savage desire to go down on Cindy's sweet plump thighs was driving her mad with excitement.

As soon as Don softly shut the bedroom door, Laura rammed two fingers up her throbbing cunt with a deep moan, her sexy flesh on fire with need.

Even then, the nurse knew she hadn't just brought home a cute runaway for her husband.

She'd brought home a whole bizarre new way of life, and none of them would ever be the same after the hot, insatiable young blonde.

Don stood over the sleeping teenager, the biggest hard-on of his life pounding between his naked thighs. It was impossible to sleep with a juicy little piece like this so close. Asleep, the girl looked deceptively like an angel, her face smooth and untroubled. But he'd seen the way she'd sized him up earlier, her reckless eyes lingering on his huge crotch, the gleam of quick desire unmistakable.

She was no cherry – far from it, in fact, he knew at once. Once passionate girls her age started to screw, they went crazy for a while, unable to get enough of the novelty. For some, the obsession wore off after a couple of years and they settled down to a regular routine of periodic screwing.

Others, like this sexy, blue-eyed, ripely-curved little mink just got hotter and wilder. Don knew the type well, remembered them from his high-school years. Only he didn't recall any that looked this delicious.

Even with his rod leaping eagerly, a giant drop of cream oozing from his knob, he hesitated. She could scream rape and he'd have a hell of a time explaining that one to Laura. But his wife was acting strange too, not letting him have any for the first time since he'd known her, knowing damn well the bold, hungry way the half-drunk girl had stared at him.

Almost as if she wanted him to screw Cindy.

His boiling loins knotted in a tight ball of lust, his massive prick quivering with hot need, Don tried to decide whether to just crawl in the sack with her or wake her up first.

Cindy saved him the trouble.

Her eyelids suddenly flew open and gleamed on him in the semi-dark living room. She was still stoned, still dazed with wine, her mind whirling as she tried to remember where she was and how she got here.

And who this naked stud with his enormous cock was, standing over her. But Cindy wasn't the least bit frightened. She was tough deep down, ever since she'd lost her cherry in a rape at a young age. Soft, tawny, lusciously curved and sexy on the outside, and hard as tempered steel on the inside.

The sequence of events came back to her mind in a rush – being picked up by the cops, the nurse at the Emergency Ward in the hospital, going with her to her apartment. This was the brunette's husband.

And built like a bull.

Her pulse quickening, Cindy threw aside the sheets and spread her silky thighs wide. Naturally passionate to begin with, wine and grass always left her feverish for sex. She hadn't minded screwing the guy in the VW bus and letting his wife go down on her, but when they insisted on tying her down, Cindy had gotten savage, almost hysterical with panic.

Being tied down was like being locked up, and she hated the idea intensely, so she'd gotten out fast.

"Hey, man," she said hoarsely, "come on in!" Cindy patted the bed beside her, her plump tits heaving with excitement.

"Shhhhhh!" Don whispered, putting his finger to his lips. "Don't wake up my wife, kid."

He got in bed beside her and instantly the blonde's warm fingers seized his prick in a feverish grip. Panting eagerly, Cindy crouched down between Don's hairy thighs and clutched his burning knob in her wet lips. She began whipping her soft mouth up and down on his cock furiously, jerking the base of his meat in her fist rapidly.

Groaning, Don held her head in his hands and began gently fucking her mouth, gasping with pleasure. Shit, she was raping him with her tight, juicy mouth! It was more of an all-out assault than a blowjob, her fiery lips and frantic tongue sucking and swirling and darting on his fleshy rod, trying urgently to drain his hot jism out of him.

"Oooooo nice, kid, ah, shit, beautiful! Oh you little cocksucker, that's great!" Don gasped, trying to keep his voice low. Wild, wanton thrills rippled through his meat as Cindy sucked and whipped her tight mouth on him, jerking him off at the same time in a frenzy of excitement.

His wife Laura wasn't exactly an amateur when it came to giving blowjobs, but the blonde's mouth was blazing with hot sex, silky and wet and feverishly tight, intent only on draining his boiling cream from him as quickly as possible.

Cindy was in her natural element now, her throat tingling eagerly and her mouth rammed with his immense hard prick. She loved going down on guys, gulping down their thick, salty jism in greedy swallows, tickling and squeezing their hairy balls with her fingers, the pungent sweat of their crotches stinging her nostrils with excitement.

Cindy loved anything to do with sex, as long as she wasn't trapped or tied down. She especially delighted in wanton sex with other girls. She hadn't gone down on a pussy in months now, ever since that stewardess picked her up on Sunset Strip in L.A. and brought her back to her plush apartment.

The stewardess, a tall, sleek redhead, fell madly in love with the young blonde overnight and wanted to keep her, buy her expensive clothes and get her own sports car. But all she wanted to do was eat Cindy's hot little pussy, suck her off to the paint of total exhaustion, morning, noon and night – a relentless, insanely hungry assault that left the girl feeling as if she'd had her blood sucked dry by Dracula.

After three nerve-racking days and nights with the mad-lipped redhead, Cindy had split for safer pastures. She'd lost five pounds and looked like a ghost.

One more night with that crazy, cunt-sucking stewardess and she'd have ended up in the hospital!

Don's pounding rod was growing brick-hard in her lips now, and with low moans the blonde bobbed her head up and down faster, sucking ravenously and pumping his dick furiously in her fist. Ever since she'd first gone down on a guy, Cindy had begun to crave oral sex constantly, the hot load of jism acting like a powerful stimulant, a shot of massive speed to her tender system.

The adolescent knew she was very sexy – to women as well as men – and there was a dual purpose behind her fiery blowjobs. Not only did it prime her own excitement feverishly, but it took the edge of the guy's eagerness. Her silken, tawny body, her plump tits and deliciously curved ass always got them over-excited and they came much too quickly the first time, just when Cindy was getting madly aroused.

A quick, lustful blowjob usually enabled them to stay with her long enough for Cindy to get her rocks off in a wild series of orgasms.

But the blonde was enjoying this one tremendously, because Don's thick cock seemed to be building up to a fantastic load, quivering and pounding fiercely in her hotly sucking lips.

Along with Cindy's golden sexiness, her lustrous blue eyes and sultry mouth, her luscious round tits and adorably cute ass, the blonde had a savage streak of independence. It seemed that just about everyone who had sex with her, man or woman, boy or girl, got hung up on her, and this annoyed her deeply.

She loved to suck and fuck, going at it with a healthy animal relish, but she also craved constant variety, and above all, she cherished her freedom. One woman who'd picked her up on the Strip a few months ago, a hard but expensively dressed bitch who'd given Cindy a terrific time with a giant dildo, had promised her fifty dollars an hour if she'd work for her, catering exclusively to wealthy housewives.

There'd be no kinky stuff, the woman promised, no rapes or chains or whips, and Cindy wouldn't even have to do anything except let her clients suck her tender little cunt off, and perhaps kiss her lovely naked ass and lick lustfully at her hole. And suck on her darling naked tits, of course.

She'd be guaranteed a minimum of two hundred a day, the woman assured her, and she could turn down anyone she wanted. Her clients were rich and respectable, most of them married and one of them a famous movie star, who never left less than a fifty-dollar tip. All Cindy would have to do was sit on the star's face while she feverishly licked her asshole until Cindy came all over her classically famous features.

At first the blonde was deeply tempted. If she worked six days a week she'd be rich in just a few months! But deep down, the idea of selling her tawny, luscious flesh revolted Cindy. Her pussy belonged only to her, and she'd decide who would get it, dammit, and on her terms.

It wasn't for sale and never would be.

So coupled with her ripe, budding sexiness was a hot, rebellious nature, a defiant fuck-you attitude which no one could tame.

And it was the untamed animal in Cindy who now moaned wantonly in her throat as she sucked on Don's long throbbing prick. She felt his meat vibrate intensely with his boiling load, and the blonde held her breath.

He shot off then, great torrents of cream that made Cindy gag and gulp rapidly, that made her silky flesh shudder with lewd joy. Groaning urgently, Don held tightly onto her head as he fucked her mouth in sharp lunges, ripples of shattering bliss tearing through his spurting cock.

Christ, if her little pussy was half as hot and juicy!

He gasped as Cindy drained him dry with fierce, greedy sucks of her mouth, milking his sagging rod tightly with her fist, savoring every molten drop. As a very young girl, she'd read or heard somewhere that the more of a man's come you swallowed – especially a handsome stud, like Don – the more sex appeal you radiated, and it was this childish idea which was behind the blonde's obsession with giving swift and fiery blowjobs.

She sat up gulping for air now, her satiny tits and sweating. "Good stuff," she purred, licking her lips. "I hope there's a hell of a lot more where that came from!"

Don quickly shushed her, his eyes darting to his bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. As long as the wild blonde didn't shout or scream, he felt certain Laura would sleep through it.

Which proved how little he really knew his silken-skinned, long-legged young wife.

Because at that moment the feverish nurse was biting her lips to keep from crying out with excitement, two stiff fingers plunging lustfully in and out of her gushing hot cunt.

Less than a minute after Don left the bed, the trembling brunette padded to the door and opened it only a couple of inches, which gave her a perfect view if she peered through the hinged crack. The living room was only semi-dark, flooded with a soft light from the street lamp outside.

From the moment Cindy woke up and flung back the sheets to reveal her sleek, soft curves, her beautifully ripening tits and sweet thighs, Laura was in a frenzy of strange hunger.

Laura had never made it with another girl, but, like most young women, she'd toyed with the idea occasionally, just fantasy at first, a deliciously obscene and harmless secret.

Until she'd met Cindy a few hours ago. It was impossible for anyone who wasn't blind, male or female, to look at the hot-eyed, softly curved blonde without thinking about sex. The expression "yummy enough to eat" suited Cindy to perfection. And in some bizarre manner, her tough, cynical attitude, her bold defiance, made the teenager all the more desirable. Even her sloppy T-shirt and jeans added to the effect, as if she could strip for action in ten seconds.

The moment Cindy started going down on the nurse's naked husband, Laura began masturbating frantically, her eyes never leaving the blonde's plump naked ass and curly fringe beneath, her blood singing with depraved fire. God, she'd love to kiss and suck and even bite that adorable ass, ram her tongue to the hilt up her tender pink cunt!

And the girl was beautiful, even poetic, as she crouched between Don's hairy thighs and lewdly slid her ripe lips back and forth on his gigantic hard-on, her hips making unconscious fucking motions in time to her hot sucking.

Laura felt no shame whatever watching her muscled husband eagerly pump his rod in and out of another girl's mouth. In fact, the wildly trembling brunette could only curse her own timidity for not joining them, for not burrowing her own lips between Cindy's tawny, thighs and lapping her juicy slit.

Ever since she'd started going with her massively hung husband years before, the sexy nurse had a wild, curious urge to see him in action with another girl. She felt a deep pride in his rugged good looks, his colossal, curved hard-on his ability to fuck like a tireless piledriver until she couldn't stop coming or crying with joy.

She simply wanted to share him with other women, to bask in their envy and her pride of ownership.

And to join in the excitement and fun too, with everything she had sultry lips, hot, proud tits, lush ass and eager, swinging tight pussy. The passionate brunette just had to satisfy her rising curiosity about what it felt like to make it with another sexy girl.

As soon as she saw her husband jerk and quiver when he began shooting off in Cindy's whipping mouth, Laura bit her lips savagely to keep from crying out and started gushing her own honey all over her stroking fingers. The naked blonde was hunched down and wolfing at Don's prick with furious delight, her sweet plump ass bouncing with bliss.

Laura slipped her fingers out of her throbbing pussy and panted to catch her breath. Cindy was lying on top of Don now, rubbing her tits into his chest and grinding her cunt to his rod lasciviously while she kissed him.

Moving softly on her bare feet, the nurse got her nine-inch vibrator from the bottom dresser drawer and hurried back to her spying position at the door. Her husband didn't know she masturbated with the long humming rod at least once a day, while she daydreamed about him savagely screwing other women and girls. She had other dreams too, about all three of them locked in strange, obscene positions while she had delirious orgasms to the pumping vibrator.

Lately, the hot nurse's sex-drive had been alarm big. She couldn't seem to get enough of either Don's colossal prick or her vibrator, her undercurrent of excitement building up to dangerous proportions, as if heading for some strange and violent climax.

The brunette's dilemma was both complex and simple: she was a born swinger, a natural switch-hitter whose passionate nature demanded a great deal of torrid sex – and variety – to stay happy and healthy. While most women who were designed by nature with ravenous appetites for sex recognized it early in life and handled the problem with cheerful zest, either staying single and screwing everything in pants and skins or becoming ardent wife swappers and wanton swingers; Laura had no such awareness.

Having been brought up by strictly religious parents, whom she still loved, the ripe-breatsed brunette was taught that sex was a duty, and if you had to enjoy it, it had to be in decent moderation. Meaning her deeply passionate nature was confined strictly to her husband, who could only deliver so much to her feverish hot pussy.

In a word, Laura was frustrated. Profoundly, achingly frustrated, a result of her simple, narrow inhibitions and small-town beliefs.

Inside the stunningly curved brunette was a smoldering volcano of raw, seething urges, and small but ominous geysers of heat were beginning to erupt with a vengeance. It was her strange obscene desire to watch her strapping husband fuck the tawny blonde that prompted her to bring Cindy home with her. But she was also driven by a deeper, hotter urge – to have wild sex with the beautiful girl herself. To suck on her plump silky tits and lash her tongue deep into that tender pussy until she was sated with golden cunt-honey. To lick that darling young ass eagerly while she finger-fucked her with slow, lascivious strokes.

Torn between her savagely deep natural passion and her strict upbringing, the brunette was in a restless torment. She knew her husband would be shocked and angry if she told him she was dying to see him screw another girl, and then join in the lewd games herself. All she wanted to do was suck and fuck in a wanton threesome every night until the blaze in her torrid loins was purring with contentment.

Her image of the clean, wholesome young wife was much too strong for that. But something would have to give, and damn soon, or Laura felt as if she'd lose her mind.

She pressed her eye to the crack intently as Cindy rolled off her husband and onto her back, drawing up her knees and parting her soft thighs wide. Don got on top of her, his immense prick bristling with the familiar power that sent shivers of excitement up Laura's spine. Christ, his cock looked incredible poised over the tight little pussy!

The moment Don pierced her, Cindy let out a low furious moan of excitement. The girl locked her legs tightly around his waist and began swinging her ass, her nails clawing at his bare back, her teeth nipping his shoulder in a frenzy of passion.

With trembling fingers, the nurse switched on her vibrator and eased it into her pulsing cunt. Her heaving tits were covered with sweat, her eyes burning on the lewd spectacle of her husband pounding his rod into the eager blonde.

At that moment Laura would have given anything to just rush into the next room and clutch the girl in her arms. She would suck on her tits, then hunch down under her flaked lunging ass and lick it hungrily while Don screwed her to his thrilling relentless rhythm.

She could only watch intently, rape her aching pussy with the long vibrator, and moan in hot frustration.

But tomorrow morning she'd be alone with Cindy, while Don was at work. And she would give the sexy adolescent anything, anything in the world to suck her naked hot tits and shower kisses on her tawny thighs. Then, with ravenous lust, she would dig her mouth into that utterly delicious young cunt, lapping, kissing, and sucking with sheer obscene joy!

Laura watched, and slid her hotly sucking pussy eagerly on her vibrator, and felt her nerves quiver with raw impatience.

Tomorrow morning was D-Day. She would devour the girl's gorgeous tits and ass and pussy at any price.

Even if she had to become the wild little bitch's sex-slave.

Beneath Don's thick, pounding prick, Cindy sweated fiercely and shuddered from head to toe, gripping his meat in her tight cunt in furious spasms of excitement. She did not screw like a lot of young girls, who were so overeager in their heat they were clumsy and awkward.

Cindy swung her sweet, curved ass to a remarkably graceful rhythm, a lewd dance that was like a ballet, each stroke of her juicy hot pussy on Don's rod throbbing with power and grace, each lunge accompanied by a low deep moan of maddening joy.

The wild-eyed blonde loved to fuck, and it showed in the way she concentrated all her silken, tawny flesh in her passionate frenzy. She bit Don's bare shoulder in sharp, lewd nips, the trickle of honey from her boiling slit quickly turning into a small torrent that soaked Don's crotch.

And Don could hardly berate her for her rising moans of lust when he was gasping and panting wildly. God, what a piece of incredible hot cunt! Sweet, young, pure slippery fire and velvet, oozing pussy-juice all over his dick in a flood, her plump tits digging eagerly into his chest, her ass wriggling and squirming frantically in his hands.

"Hey, cool it!" he managed to gasp when Cindy almost screamed out loud as his huge knob battered her slit deep and savagely. She was coming now, sobbing and clawing and biting, working her fiery cunt in boiling spasms, and Don knew beyond a doubt she was the kind of fuck that most men could only dream about, knowing deep down they'd probably never get it, plowing their weary wives while they dreamed and hoped of the real thing.

While he had it right now, her tongue ramming deep in his mouth and a muffled scream in her throat as Cindy came in molten waves. The girl didn't bother with a bunch of fancy gyrations and maneuvers – she didn't have to. So hot and juicy and electrifying was her little cunt, that most men shot off in less than two minutes inside her.

Not Don, although he was having a profound struggle controlling his load. Normally a long comer, he was used to fucking for at least a solid fifteen minutes before getting his rocks off, especially with his own hot, deliciously tight wife. But Cindy's feverishly sucking little pussy was like a magnet on his fiery jism, her sweating flesh trembling violently to his.

"Now, now, now!" Cindy hissed, pumping her naked ass in a frenzy. "Gimme your hot jism now!"

"Ahhhh, shit!" Don gasped, a mixture of defeat and nerve-racking excitement. Her frantic cunt was going into fierce spasms of joy, sending waves of exploding thrills through his quivering meat, and then he was shooting his load furiously, each spattering burst bringing a low, sharp cry from the blonde's throat, as if she were being jolted by tiny electric shocks.

"Hot wild pussy," Don moaned, wincing as she hugged his limp cock feverishly in her slit. Cindy was still thrashing and sobbing, her orgasm subsiding by slow degrees, the delicious flood of hot come seeping down her thighs.

"Ah, stud, oooo, your hunk of meat, wheeeeew!" sighed Cindy, releasing her savage grip on his rod at last. The wild ripples of pleasure still radiated outward from her throbbing pussy. Jesus, could he screw! Once Cindy got really hot, she could go at it all night long, a non-stop machine of silken lust. And the fact that his own wife was in the next room, sleeping through it all, only fired her wanton excitement. She loved the whole idea, the risk, the furtive hot sucking and fucking while his square wife gently dreamed her own simple life away.

But Don was climbing off her now, his broad chest heaving with sweat, his long thick rod dangling between his thighs.

"Hey, man, don't go!" hissed Cindy.

"Shhhhhh!" Don put his finger to his lips and glanced at the bedroom door. "Gotta go, kid. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

Anger flared up in Cindy's blood. She'd finally found a hung guy who was a decent lay, and he wanted to back to bed with his wife! But even at her tender age, Cindy's emotions were usually ruled by cunning.

"Hey, wait," she whispered. She rolled over on her knees, with her naked ripe ass jutting out. Then she deliberately made a teasing, obscene gesture with her fingers, caressing the crack of her tawny cheeks, gently undulating her hips.

"Put it here," she whispered lewdly. "C'mon, stud, just one time! Don't you like my little ass?"

The question was just gilding the lily. The moment Don saw her run her fingers up the crevice of those soft, golden mounds, his prick stirred furiously and was now pounding with raw desire again. She was amazingly sexy and lewd for her age, now tickling her own tiny asshole with her finger to arouse him to an irresistible pitch of excitement.

Where the hell did kids her age learn things like that? Even Laura, who also liked his massive cock rammed deep up her luscious butt when she was achingly hot, never went that far.

Breathing heavily, Don got back on the bed and kneeled behind her weaving ass. He gripped a silky cheek in each hand and spread them wide, fully exposing her puckered slit. Beneath him, Cindy trembled wildly and held her breath, bracing herself for that first stab of burning pain.

It was painful to her tiny anal slot, but even boiling pain could get your rocks off when you were worked up enough, she'd long ago discovered. She felt his knob press brutally against her quivering asshole for a few moments of suspense. Then he slammed forward in a violent stroke, and Cindy bit off the scream on her lips.

"Ah, hoo, Christ, kid – mmmmmf – hot wild ass! Wow! Unnnnngh, ah, baby, tight and – sheeit – juuuuuuicy!"

The moment his rod slammed into her narrow, throbbing slit, Don forgot about the necessity for keeping quiet. In fact, her squirming asshole was so exciting he couldn't have given less of a damn if his wife marched in at that moment. She was moaning and crying beneath his hotly pumping strokes now, clawing desperately at the sheets beneath her and shaking her head.

"Unnnn, killing me! Ooooooh, it's big! Ah! Ungh!"

But the teenager loved it, wallowed in the thrilling brute agony of his colossal prick piercing deep and relentlessly in her soft burning ass. Quickly, she dipped two fingers down to her pulsing cunt and began sliding them in and out rapidly, finger-fucking herself with sharp cries as his rock-hard dick stroked and throbbed deeper and hotter. Honey gushed down over Cindy's fingers and her body trembled from head to toe, perspiration dripping off her satiny skin as she started to come again in a shattering new climax.

Because it hurt intensely and burned like a flaming poker, Cindy was very particular about who she allowed to ravage her soft little ass. She had to like the guy first of all, and even though she hardly knew Don, she instinctively went for him – his rugged good looks, his thrilling prick, but above all, his firm, heavy band with her earlier. The minute he'd taken control of the situation, letting her know he was the boss, the moment she knew she couldn't manipulate or tease or get away with any insolence with him, that strange soft weakness began to melt her hot pussy.

She was tough, very tough – but she was still secretly searching for a man who would command her, tell her what to do, dominate her – and especially tame her.

If anyone could – and quite a few guys had tried, earning the sexy blonde's scorn and contempt for their efforts – she knew it was the ripe brunette's husband.

His huge cock was ripping deep into her tender asshole, making Cindy fight for breath, but she loved the gorged hot sensation. The mass of thick meat was tearing into her bowels, and she was coming in wild spasms all over her pumping fingers, her asshole throbbing furiously, begging far his come, far the stinging wet fire deep in her burning ass.

As much as Don wanted to prolong the fierce excitement, he was helpless beneath her juicy, sucking tunnel. It was the wildest, hottest ass he'd ever had, the young flesh swinging and trembling madly, the luscious checks grinding in obscene slaps to his crotch with each lunge, her pussy sucking loudly just beneath.

"Gonna come!" he gasped, gritting his teeth with intense pleasure. For a few breathtaking moments his stiff rod vibrated massively in the blonde's blissfully tortured asshole, and Cindy held her breath, waiting in a delicious state of suspense.

Then he began shooting his liquid in great thick spurts in her pulsing tunnel, and Cindy masturbated frantically as the creamy fire stung deep in her aching bowels, shuddering beneath the most spine-tingling orgasm she'd ever had.

"Love it!" she moaned, tears rolling down her cheeks, her naked flesh quivering from head to toe with wanton rapture. "Love it up my ass, oooooo, your big prick! Eeeee!"

And from the crack in the doorway just a few yards away Don's feverishly aroused wife bit her lips and gasped as she rammed the vibrator deep into her own shitter, her eyes never leaving Cindy's golden sweet ass. The strange urge to run into the next room and lick Cindy's tiny asshole and soothe it and plunge her tongue deep into its tender flesh raced through Laura's blood.

Tomorrow! the panting brunette promised herself fervently. Tomorrow she'd suck and kiss and lick every inch of that soft luminous flesh, love those beautiful tits and that adorable ass and tiny hot pussy until the girl couldn't stop coming.

Now Don was climbing off the blonde again and Laura quietly shut the door and raced back to bed, slipping the vibrator just beneath it. A few moments later she heard him come into the room, and with an effort she faked sleep, keeping her shaky breath on an even deep rhythm. She was so hot she wanted Don feverishly, but she wouldn't demand sex now for a number of reasons.

She wanted to be aching with hunger when she made her play for the teenager, frantic with excitement so she'd be able to concentrate on every delicious and forbidden thrill.

And she didn't want to exhaust her husband either, because she wanted to see him in action again with Cindy, as often as possible.

Beside the tormented nurse, Don fell quickly asleep. Laura almost gave in to the urge to creep into the next room and bury her head between Cindy's soft hot thighs right now, but she didn't dare. The girl was probably glowing with contentment for one thing – Don never left her itching with frustration, but humming profoundly like a tuned-up car engine – and besides, the aching brunette wanted to take her time when it happened, savor every lewd moment of her first experience with a young girl.

In her feverish mind, Laura was already the sexy blonde's humble sex-slave, committing every forbidden thrill that ever whirled in her blood, surrendering to fierce, obscene urges that most women only dreamed of in the deepest recesses of their secret thoughts.

The nurse finally slept.

In her sleep, she moaned and stirred and her ripe lips already made eager sucking motions. None of them would ever be the same again, thanks to hot, juicy little Cindy…