Nick Eastwood: Horny naughty sister

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed.

Vicky had been kissed a few times, but never like this. There'd been a few pecks on the lips when saying goodnight, and that was all. She'd never had a long, steamy, sexy kiss like this one, and it was making her wild with excitement. Her pussy was creaming furiously, soaking her panties, and she felt a crazy urge to grab for Ted's cock and play with it. She wished he'd touch her pussy. It was insane. She'd never had urges like this before with a man.

Her lust-engorged nipples were long and rigid now, and she knew Ted could feel them poking against his chest, even through their clothes. Timidly she darted her tongue at his, and she felt him shiver and heard him give a muffled moan. He seemed to be close to losing control of himself. Could she handle the situation? She didn't know. She only knew how maddeningly horny she felt. Ted finally came up for air, and they stared at each other, both of them kind of surprised that this had happened.

"Oh, Jesus, do I ever want you," Ted groaned. He was almost too horny to be shy.

He reached for the back zipper of her dress, and she didn't stop him. Quickly he tugged it open, then released her dress down to her waist. She was wearing a delicate lacy bra which seemed too flimsy to hold her gorgeous big tits. Ted ogled her deep cleavage and felt like he would come in his pants any second now. He'd never dreamed he'd get this far with the frosty young spinster. But as long as he was cooking, he might as well go as far as he could.

The bra was a front-snap, and he popped open the plastic catch and watched the two lacy cups separate. They dropped away, and he stared at the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen – and that included centerfolds. Vicky's firm ripe breasts were the size of cantaloupes, though shaped more like watermelons. The nipples were large, cone-shaped and soft pink. He just couldn't control himself. With a horny growl he reached out and cupped her tits.

"Ohhhhhhh, God," Vicky moaned, slumping back against the couch.

No man had ever touched her tits before, and she just wasn't prepared for how exciting it felt. Ted's hands were hot and hard on the delicate flesh, and his touch aroused her like mad. He quickly felt all over her tits, hoisting, squeezing, petting. He rubbed his thumbs over her swollen nipples, and she moaned and creamed heavily, the molten liquid soaking through her panties. Then Ted dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her ultra sensitive nipples. It was the most exquisite feeling she'd ever known.

"Mmmmmmmm, yessss," she breathed.

Ted almost shot his load when he heard that husky low cry of pleasure. She sounded just like that in his jack-off fantasies about her. He couldn't believe this was the same Miss Evans whose annoyed glance could silence a whole classroom full of rowdy adolescents, the coldblooded Vicky Evans who'd turned down propositions from the best-looking guys in town. This was a turned-on woman, a woman writhing with need.

He caught her left nipple between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Vicky gasped and trembled. Her panties were soaked by now, sopping with her helplessly flooding cream. She had a hot desire to play with herself, but she knew what her body really craved. Her instincts were urging her to let go and allow Ted to fuck her. Only a stiff stabbing cock in her virgin cunt would satisfy the urges she was feeling. Vicky knew this, but she couldn't quite go through with it – not yet.

She ached to fuck him, yet she was terrified of it, thanks to her mother's puritanical teachings. She moaned softly as he sucked her throbbing nipple and soaked it with his hot spit. He released it and sucked in the other nipple, and Vicky whimpered with horniness and rubbed her thighs together hard, aching to get off. She felt like she'd die of frustration if she didn't come soon.

Why not ask Ted to do it for her? She knew he'd be only too happy to get her off – with his fingers, his tongue, his lips, his engorged rock hard cock. Vicky wanted him to do it, but she couldn't make the words come out of her mouth. She had a vivid image of her mother standing over them with a look of outrage and disgust. She could hear her mother saying, "You'll never be able to live with yourself if you let a man touch you, Vicky."

It was bullshit, Vicky was sure of that, but it had been pounded into her head every day for twenty years, and she couldn't shake it off in one evening. So while she slumped there, gurgling and quivering, enjoying very second of Ted's hungry tit-sucking, she couldn't bring herself to tell him all the other things she wanted. Thanks a lot, mom, she thought bitterly. Her body was normal, all right, but her mind was still a prisoner.

Ted had sucked both her big pink nipples into long rigid buds, and he drew back to admire his work. Vicky looked, too, dizzily eyeing the spit-soaked flubs that capped her creamy swelling tits. Then Ted started to ease her dress lower, and she blushed hotly. He was seeing more of her than any other man had seen. He slipped the dress down aver her hips, down her legs, and off, leaving her in just her skimpy lace bikini panties.

"My God, you're gorgeous," he rasped.

Vicky was blushing uncontrollably now. She was practically naked, and she certainly hadn't expected to end up that way this evening. Ted's eyes were hot and horny as he studied her long-legged tall body, and she knew that all she had to do was say the word, and they'd be fucking. Right here on the couch. Right in the next minute. It would be so damned easy. Yet she couldn't get the words out. She couldn't quite go all the way.

Ted sensed her hesitation, and he wasn't surprised. It was a miracle he'd gotten this far with her. He was sure no other guy had gotten this far. And he didn't want to spoil the progress he'd made by frightening her off now. So he didn't grab for her panties. Instead, very slowly and gently, he placed his hand palm down on the gentle pout of her mound and gradually pressed inward. Vicky gave a lusty gurgle and closed her eyes. She still did nothing to stop him.

"Ohhhhhhh, God," she moaned.

Ted was massaging her mound, indirectly stimulating her clit, and it was driving her wild. She felt a steady rhythm of pleasure, hot little rushes of sensation that radiated through her pussy. If he kept that up much longer, she was going to come. She needed to come very badly, but she wondered if she could really do it in front of a man. Her body said yes, but her mind was protesting.

"Here, Vicky, you get me off, too," Ted said gently but not gently.

She had her eyes closed, blotting out everything but the delicious sensations she was getting as he massaged her mound. She felt him take her hand and move it. Then she was touching something strange and unfamiliar, something hot and hard and throbbing. A furious blush spread over her whole body as she realized he'd put her hand down on his naked cock.

"Ted," she gasped.

"Easy," he soothed. "Just wrap your finger around it and pump it, honey, that's all you have to do. I need to get off as bad as you do, so please do me this favor, okay?" He pressed her hand urgently against his cock.

"O-Okay," Vicky stammered.

"Good girl," he panted. "Now I'll just slip my hand inside your panties and get you off."

Her mother's scolding voice was loud in her head, but the need in her pussy was even more compelling. She didn't protest as Ted eased his hand inside her panties and touched, the soaked scalding flesh of her pussy. He used the thick tip of his middle finger to search out and rim the virgin mouth of her cunt. When his fingertip was soaked with juice, he slid the finger up her twat, right to the last knuckle.

"Ohhhhhhh, yesssss," Vicky squealed.

It was like having a miniature hard cock in her cunt, she decided – and it felt great. Ted began to finger-fuck her, giving her delicious blasts of sensation, and she creamed helplessly all over his jerking finger. Carried away with pleasure, she forgot to be shy, and she curled her fingers around his big hard prick and started pumping it. He shivered and moaned.