Nick Eastwood - Eager naked family

On a hot June day Terry Dawson lay naked on her bed. She was tossing and turning restlessly, but not from the heat. Home for summer vacation, the attractive coed wondered how she could survive three long months without sex.

Her family didn't know it, but Terry wasn't a virgin any more. Her first year of college had changed her in a lot of ways. She had a steady boyfriend named Duane, and they fucked like bunnies. Thinking about Duane right now, Terry moaned with frustration. She needed Duane and his big hard cock.

The slim brunette idly fondled her apple-sized tits, stroking the strawberry-colored nipples till they went erect and tingling. She just loved it when Duane played with her tits. But it would be September before she saw him again, and if she wanted her tits fondled, she'd have to do it herself.

"Duane, dammit," Terry murmured, "I wish you were here."

She slid a hand down over her flat firm belly and over the soft fur of her little bush. Her mound was pouting and swollen, engorged with need. Shivering, she parted her legs and slid her fingers into the scorching moist flesh of her cunt. Just the slightest touch felt heavenly down there.

Unable to help herself, Terry began to rub her swollen pussy. She had to get some relief for her burning lust. She'd been home only a week, and already she was climbing the walls. She felt if she didn't get laid pretty soon, she'd go crazy. But there wasn't much prospect of her finding a guy to make out with.

It was a very small town, and everybody minded everybody else's business. If Terry even flirted with a guy, her parents would know about it as fast as some busybody could get to the phone. And her folks definitely didn't approve of her having sex. She could date, sure, but only in the family living room with her parents present to see that there wasn't any hanky-panky.

It was incredibly old-fashioned, but that was how her parents were, and she knew she couldn't change them. There was no way she was going to do any fucking this summer. But it just killed her to think of a whole summer without sex. She'd at least have to play with herself, just like she used to do before she went away to college and met Duane. Playing with herself was sure a lot better than nothing.

Stroking her fever-hot pussy, Terry smiled as she recalled the first time she masturbated. She'd been lying in bed one night thinking about this guy at school who really turned her on and fantasizing that they were out on a date together. She kissed her pillow, pretending it was him, and then she slid her hand up under her nightie, imagining it was his hand.

At that time Terry wasn't allowed to date at all, and she had no idea what a guy did when a girl was alone with one. But from all the warnings her mother had given her, she figured they'd try to do something naughty. Mom had warned her especially not to let a boy touch her below the waist or inside her clothes, so Terry concluded that boys were always trying for that.

So she slid her hand up her bare leg and touched her virgin cunt. It was the first time she'd ever explored herself down there and it felt very nice. Gradually she forgot her fantasy and just played with herself. She rubbed her creamy slit all over, and soon she located the most sensitive spot of all, the small hooded lump of her cunt. It felt terrific to rub that throbbing button.

She'd rubbed and rubbed, getting more excited by the second, and then all of a sudden her whole body seemed to explode with pleasure. She just had time to shove her face against the pillow and smother her squeals and moans of ecstasy as she experienced her very first orgasm.

Ever since then Terry had masturbated like crazy, although of course she never let her folks find out. They'd have been horrified. As far as they were concerned, any pleasure you got from your body was wrong. Sex was evil, and nice girls didn't like it. You should never make out before marriage, and then you should only fuck to make babies. And so on, and so on.

Terry had never shared her parents' puritanical views about sex, but she'd obeyed their rules as long as she lived in their home. Then she got away to college and did what she damned well pleased and that included losing her cherry. Not that she had given it to the first guy she dated. No, she had waited for a boy she couldn't resist and that was Duane.

Now, rubbing her fever-hot pussy and thinking about Duane, she almost moaned with need. Hot sticky cream was oozing steadily from her thirsty little cunt and trickling down the crack of her ass. She couldn't control that horny creaming. She ached to feel Duane's throbbing boner fucking her cunt, moving hard and fast inside her.

Her mind drifted back to the very first date she'd had with Duane, the night she lost her cherry. It really got her hot to think about that night and replay it in her mind. She knew she'd been putty in his hands from the moment they met and that she hadn't been able to deny him a thing.

Duane was a senior, blond and sexy, and he had his own little apartment, just one room with everything in it. On their first date, after taking her to a rock concert, he'd brought Terry back to his place. They drank beer, and it was the first time she'd touched alcohol. She got giggly and tipsy pretty fast.

They were sitting on the couch, listening to some soft music, and Duane had the lights turned down low. Terry was hotly attracted to him, and she didn't resist when he slipped his arm around her and kissed her. She'd been kissed a few times by then, but never like Duane did it. He used his tongue, and that was a first for Terry. It excited her wildly when he darted his tongue against hers.

She melted against him and let him probe her mouth with his big hot tongue. She felt dizzy with excitement. She had vowed that she'd go all the way with the first guy who really turned her on, and it looked like she'd found him. But she was still too shy and inexperienced to tell him what she wanted. She let Duane lead the way.

He took his time, giving her steamy tongue kisses till her heart pounded. Then, still kissing her, he slipped his hands up under her t-shirt and fondled the lacy cups of her bra. Her nipples went rigid, poking into his palms. She discovered that she loved having her tits played with. She didn't protest when Duane opened the front snap of her bra.

He pushed the cups aside and slid his hands onto her naked breasts. Terry gurgled with excitement. This was as far as a boy had ever gone with her. Her eager tits swelled and grew taut under his caressing hands. She could tell he'd been around. He didn't hesitate, and he wasn't clumsy. He knew just how to excite her.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," she murmured.

"I'll make it nicer," he said.

He pushed her t-shirt up out of the way, exposing her high-riding tits, and then he dipped his head down and started licking and sucking her engorged nipples. Terry creamed right through her jeans. She'd never felt anything so wickedly delicious as Duane's wet tongue and tugging lips on her sensitive nipples.

"Ohhhhh, wow, yesss," she breathed.

She just slumped back against the couch and let him do whatever he wanted with her cute round little tits. He coated both nipples with his hot spit, then sucked them into total rigidity. Terry went on creaming helplessly. She knew now that Duane was the guy she wanted to give her cherry to, although she didn't tell him. She figured he'd just go as far as he could.

She was right. When he'd finished playing with her tits, the next thing he did was reach for the zipper of her jeans. But Terry put out her hand and stopped him. "Wait a second," she said, "that's not fair."

"Why not?" Duane laughed.

"You have to undress, too," Terry smiled.