Nick Eastwood - Horny naughty sister

"Yes, honey, keep doing that," he rasped. "Let's get each other off."

Vicky was in total agreement with that proposition. She felt like she'd die if she didn't have an orgasm pretty soon. Firmly and swiftly she pumped his cock, the first cock she'd ever touched. She gurgled and whimpered in ecstasy as Ted pistoned his thick stiff finger in her famished cuntal tunnel. She felt her pleasure building and building, till suddenly she couldn't contain it a second longer.

"Ohhhhhh, my God, Ted, ohhhhhhh, I'm coming!" she groaned.

"Awwwwww, Christ, aaaggghhhhh!" Ted gasped.

As he felt her spasming cunt clamping around his finger, he came. Her fingers were around the head of his cock at that moment, and he soaked them with his spurting jizz. Vicky felt a kinky thrill as he filled her hand with the molten thick come. She drenched his deeply-lodged finger with her own boiling come-juice. But as her climax faded and her lust was temporarily satisfied, she realized what they'd just done.

"Honey," Ted said tenderly, "that was great, but we could have even more fun together it you let me stay."

Blushing furiously, Vicky jumped to her feet. "I don't think so, Ted," she stammered. "I-I'm just not ready for that. I think you'd better leave."

"Sure, Vicky, I understand," he said. After he'd left, Vicky leaned against the door and looked at the thick pearly jizz that coated her palm. She'd just jacked a guy off, something she'd thought she'd never do. Not only that – she wanted more. She'd felt Ted's rock-hard boner in her fist. Now she wanted it in her cunt. She could have kicked herself for sending him away. That was her mother again, not her. She felt her lust returning, as hot and nagging as ever, and she knew she'd have to masturbate if she was going to get any sleep.

"Vicky," she sighed, "you're a fool." She could have had a cock, but now she'd have to settle for a finger.

The next day was the last day of school before summer vacation. Vicky could hardly wait for it to be over. She had so many other things on her mind, it was almost impossible to concentrate on her classes. There was that exciting but disturbing evening with Ted to think about, and then tomorrow her long-lost brother Van would be arriving.

A couple of times that day she passed Ted in the hall, and he gave her a searching look. She blushed hotly and gave him a weak smile. She just didn't know what to say to him. She wanted very much for him to make love to her again, but with Van coming she just wouldn't have time. In a way her brother's visit was a good thing, even if it prevented her from seeing Ted. At least it would give her time to think.

She had to make that all-important decision. She had to decide if she could really become a normal woman and lose her virginity. Her mother's man-hating teachings were still very strong in her head. But with each passing day the lusty demands of her body got stronger. Playing with herself just wasn't enough any more. She was twenty-five, in her sexual prime, and she needed a man. Yet her mother had told her she'd never feel "clean" again if she had one.

Vicky was puzzling over this decision when the final bell rang and her last class of the day went yelling and stampeding out the door. Vicky plopped down into her chair with a sigh of relief. She'd been so preoccupied all day, she knew she'd been a lousy teacher, but probably the kids hadn't noticed. Their heads must have been full of plans for summer vacation.

Vicky began emptying desk drawers and putting her things in boxes to take home and store for the summer. She hadn't even thought of closing the door behind her stampeding students, and it was a few minutes before she realized she was being watched. She looked up and saw one of the graduating seniors, Nick Lang, lounging in the open doorway. Her blood went cold, as it always did when Nick stared at her like that.

Nick wasn't a favorite with his teachers. He was cocky, a trouble-maker, a goof-off, and it was a miracle he'd even managed to graduate. He was feared and disliked by many people in their small town, and there was general relief that he was going right into the Army and would be posted to Germany after his basic training. The farther away Nick Lang was, the better everybody felt. But Vicky in particular was glad he was leaving, because he'd been tormenting her all through high school.

It was hard to be specific about just what he did to her, but he gave her the creeps. It was a way he had of looking at her, undressing her with his eyes. He never said anything, but he was letting her know what he'd like to do to her – and it made her feel slimy. Now here he was doing it again, only this time they were all alone. Vicky had lingered to pack her things, and as far as she knew, she and Nick were the only ones in the building.

"Hi ya, teacher," he leered, "I thought I'd drop by and say good bye."

"Thank you, Nick," Vicky said stiffly, "I hope you'll be happy in the Army."

He shrugged and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "At least I'll be out of this crummy town," he said. "But before I go, I got some unfinished business to take care of, something I been wanting to do for a long time. Maybe you can guess what it is, teacher."

He was moving across the room as he spoke, and when he finished he was standing right beside Vicky's desk. She looked up at him and turned red. Again, he hadn't exactly put his thoughts into words, but she knew what he meant. She knew exactly. She jumped to her feet so fast that she knocked her chair over backwards. Nick grinned, an insolent lazy grin, and his eyes swept up and down her curvy body.

"Yeah," he breathed, "you know what it is, don't you, teacher?"

"I-I've got to leave, Nick," Vicky said, reaching for her purse.

Nick grabbed the purse out of her hand and tossed it back on the desk. "You ain't going anywhere," he hissed, "not till I get what I want."

"Nick, you'll be in serious trouble if you don't let me leave this instant," Vicky said sternly.

"No, I won't," Nick sneered, "because by the time you tell anybody, I'll be long gone. And besides, you're gonna do what I want and not argue about it, because you wouldn't want me to use this on your pretty face." He produced a wicked-looking knife from his jacket.

Vicky recoiled in horror and began backing away from him, but Nick followed, grinning evilly. She backed up against the wall, trapped. She detested this smart-ass kid, but she was terrified of that knife. She knew she'd better cooperate with him if she didn't want him to use it. Nick waved the knife back and forth in front of her, making sure she got the idea.

"Now, you gonna do what I want, teacher?" he snarled.

Vicky nodded.

"Good," he leered, "you can start by taking off your clothes."

Vicky blushed furiously. "Oh, please, Nick," she begged, "if you're going to rape me, just do it and get it over with."

"Uh-uh," he rasped. "I been waiting too long for this. I'm just gonna take my time. Now start undressing, and I can put this knife away."

With a little sob Vicky began to unbutton her blouse. She hated humiliating herself for this nasty little creep, but she couldn't stand the thought of him using that knife. Nick watched with lustily glittering eyes as her trembling fingers worked the buttons. She finally got the blouse open and shrugged it off, revealing her tightly-packed lace bra, and Nick's eyes glowed with arousal.

"So those fantastic tits are for real?" he said. "Let's see all of them. Get that bra off."

Vicky unhooked the bra and let it slide down off her arms, blushing right down to her toes as the leering punk ogled her naked tits. As she'd feared, he wasn't content for long just to look. He tucked the knife away in his jacket, then reached out with both hands and cupped her hot thrusting breasts. To her astonishment, she felt sudden lust.