Nick Eastwood: Horny naughty sister

"Nice," he breathed, "real nice."

He squeezed and molded her sensitive tits in his hot hands, and Vicky slumped against the wall and tried to analyze her feelings. She loathed Nick, loathed the idea of him touching her, yet she couldn't deny that his tit-fondling was making her suddenly horny. Her pussy was swelling and heating, and sticky cream was starting to leak from her cunt mouth.

Why should she get turned on to somebody she despised? Because he was male, that was all. She realized that she'd been without sex for so long, bottling up her needs, that now any male touch could arouse her. She was desperate for sexual release, as she'd discovered last night with Ted. And since Nick was going to fuck her, why not get something out of it? Why not let go and enjoy?

It was an outrageous thought, yet it made sense. Last night after sending Ted away, she'd regretted her decision and wished he was there to relieve her of her cherry. Now she had another chance to become a full woman. She could just close her eyes, forget who was touching her, and let her lusts carry her away. She was debating this when Nick used his thumbs to tease her large conical nipples into tingling erection.

"Yeah, fantastic tits," he breathed. "But let's see the rest of you, teacher. Strip for me."

With him going on like that, it was impossible to forget who was touching her. Vicky reddened and stepped out of her shoes, then skinned out of her pantyhose. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She cringed against the wall, wearing only her tiny bikini panties, and Nick looked hungrily over her tall curvy body. That was when she noticed the obscene bulge at the fly of his jeans. Again she felt a sizzling rush of lust.

She wanted so much to have the experience of a normal woman, to know how it felt to have a man's bone-hard cock inside her. When Ted had finger-fucked her last night, she'd gotten a hint of ecstasy she could experience. Now here was a chance to experience the real thing. She stared and stared at the tented fly of Nick's jeans, her breathing quick and excited. He followed the line of her gaze and grinned wickedly.

"Yeah, baby, it's for you," he said, rubbing his hard-on, "and I'm gonna give it to you in just a few minutes. But first you gotta be a good girl and get naked for me. Take off them panties."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to say "those" instead of "them". Old English teachers never die. Then she realized how insane that would sound in this situation. She grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, the little garment slithering down her nice long legs. Then she stood before Nick completely naked. His hot eyes darted to her lush dark bush.

"You got a terrific body, teacher," he leered. "Too bad your head's so fucked."

He ran his hot sweaty hands over her body, feeling her thrusting stiff-nippled tits, her tiny firm waist, her curvy hips. He brushed the soft fur of her triangular bush, and she shivered with excitement. There was no way out of this scene. He had that knife, he could make her do anything he wanted. So why fight it? Why not just let herself go? She felt molten cream oozing from the virgin mouth of her cunt and soaking her inner thighs.

"Open my pants," Nick commanded. "Take my cock out."

Vicky felt another dizzying wave of arousal. Of course she'd never let Nick know how fantastically turned on she was. She wouldn't give the leering punk that satisfaction. But it was hard to control the horny shaking of her fingers as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. She tugged it down, unbuttoned the single button, and spread open the fly of his pants. He wasn't wearing shorts.

"It's all yours, teacher," he grinned. "Go ahead, take it out."

Vicky barely suppressed a horny shudder as she reached for the boy's rigid seven-inch prick. Except for that brief contact with Ted last night, she'd never touched a cock before, and she'd been too shy then even to look at his prick. Now she couldn't help looking, and she liked what she saw. Nick's cock was smooth, hard, bulging with blue veins, and it throbbed heavily as she curled her fingers around it and drew it out of his pants.

"Yeah, go for it, teacher, don't be bashful," Nick chuckled.

Vicky drew his hot stiff prick free of his clothing and stood there clutching it and feeling horny out of her mind. She had a sudden insane urge to just cram the hot meat into herself. But obviously Nick had other plans. He set his hands on her head and started forcing her down. She went to her knees before him, still holding onto his throbbing prick.

"Lick it," he ordered.

Vicky swayed dizzily. She'd read of oral sex, and it sounded terrifically exciting, but she could just hear what her mother would have to say about it. Still, she didn't have much choice right now. She stuck out her little pink tongue and began to lick the swollen head of Nick's cock. The boy gave a lusty shiver, and fat gobs of cream began to bubble from his pisshole, onto the tip of Vicky's busy tongue.

She found she instantly enjoyed the salty taste of male cream. She kept her swirling tongue right there, awaiting each drop, scooping up the sticky juice and eating it. She heard Nick's harsh excited breathing as he watched her. She just couldn't help herself – she wanted to gobble up every single drop of juice that oozed from the cleft of his cock. She actually began to drool as she awaited each tasty drop.

"Well, well," Nick growled, "so teacher knows how to give head? I never would have believed it. Who you been blowing, bitch – the principal?"

It wasn't an idea that appealed to Vicky, and she didn't answer. The principal, Mr. Walters, was a fat red-faced man in his sixties, not exactly a sex symbol. She put him out of her mind as she methodically tongued up each glob of cream that oozed from Nick's piss hole. She rolled the salty liquid around in her mouth, savoring it, then greedily gulped it down and tongued for more. She might have gone on for hours that way, perfectly content, but Nick was shivering impatiently.

"Okay," he growled, "now take it in your mouth and suck it."

The idea was obscene, yet it excited her wildly. Firmly fisting the base of his cock, she eased the rest between her widely parted lips, gliding the throbbing meat over her slippery tongue. Nick shivered and gave a low moan as she enclosed his cock in the steam heat of her mouth. Closing her lips and drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck his cock. She loved the sensation, and she loved getting even more of his hot salty cream.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured.

Now it was Nick's turn to grow dizzy with excitement. As his beautiful brunette teacher sucked his cock, he swayed and moaned. He had to clutch her shoulders to steady himself. Her mouth was hot as a blast furnace around his dick, and she was sucking powerfully, drawing the hot cream from the depths of his piss hole. Each strong suck gave him a lingering rush of hot pleasure.

"Shit, yeah, suck my cock, teacher," he whined, "suck it good and hard, baby."

Vicky wondered if she was a natural-born cock-sucker. It all came so easily and automatically to her. She fisted the hairy base of the boy's cock and pumped it. The rest fit snugly into her mouth, sheathed between tongue and palate and cheek linings. She had a steady hungry rhythm going, sucking and swallowing, milking his prick of every drop of juice she could get. His prick throbbed violently.

"Awwwww, fuckin' Christ," he groaned, digging his fingers into her naked shoulders.

"You love it, don't you, bitch?" he leered. "You love to suck cock so much, you'd like to get a whole mouthful of come. Well, you ain't gonna. I want you to quit now."

Reluctantly Vicky let his spit-soaked cock slip from her mouth, and he staggered back from her, his eyes suspicious and menacing.

"Don't think I wasn't onto you, bitch," he snapped. "I know you were trying to suck me off before I could fuck you – but I didn't fall for it. On your feet now, and get over to the desk."