Nick Eastwood - Eager beaver aunt

But as Ben was finding out, Nancy was far from frigid. While he tongue-whipped her stiff red nipples, she whimpered and moaned with lust. Then he opened his mouth and brought it down around one of her lust-engorged nipples, and she gasped and groaned hoarsely. He started to suck her tit, and she almost flew off the seat.

"Ohhhhh, Ben, yessss," she hissed, "that's just like in the book."

It must have been some book. Obviously it had had Nancy creaming her panties. He wondered if she beat off while she was reading it, the way he did when he looked at his girlie magazines. He imagined Nancy lying on her bed, her hand down inside her panties frigging away like crazy while she read that naughty book. The image almost made him come. He sucked noisily on her throbbing nipple, and she laced her fingers through his hair.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, I could almost come," she moaned.

You and me both, Ben thought.

His cock was painfully swollen by now, and he couldn't help fantasizing himself pistoning the stiff meat in Nancy's juicy little fuck hole. He wanted to fuck so badly, he could hardly think of anything else these days. He was dying to get rid of his damned virginity. Well, maybe if he got her aroused enough, he could lose it with Nancy. She seemed pretty damned excited as he switched from one nipple to the other and continued his noisy sucking.

"Ohhhhh, fantastic," she moaned, "you're driving me crazy, Ben."

He got bolder when he heard that. So far he'd kept his hands above her waist, but now he slid them down her curvy hips and around onto her fantastic little ass. Most of the guys agreed that Nancy Taylor had the nicest ass in school. Now he was cupping it and squeezing it, and she wasn't telling him to stop. He inched his fingers lower and lower, into the cleft of her ass and down toward her pussy. Was it his imagination, or did he detect moisture and heat radiating from her crotch?

He didn't find out, because just then Nancy gently pushed him away. "That's enough, Ben. I can't take any more," she sighed.

But of course Ben couldn't let things end like that. He was horny to the point of insanity by now. He just had to get some relief for his enormously bloated nut sacs and achingly swollen cock. He took a big chance. He grabbed Nancy's hand and set it on the big hard bulge of his fly. He knew she could feel the heat and throbbing of his cock even through his jeans.

"Okay, Nancy, I'll stop," he said hoarsely, "but how about you doing something for me now?"

Her hand trembled as he held it on his cock. "Okay, Ben," she said, her voice sounding both shy and excited, "what do you want me to do?"

There was an obvious answer to that, but if he said it, she'd scream and run. He wanted her to take off her panties and spread her legs and let him shove his steel-stiff young cock into her virgin box. But no way in the world was he going to say that, at least not yet. Nancy wasn't ready for it. He still had a lot of warming up to do before this self-controlled little blonde would go mad with passion for him.

"I'd like you to play with my cock for awhile, Nancy," he said, struggling to sound calm.

Her mouth dropped open. Clearly no boy had ever made that request of her before. But she didn't panic or protest as Ben unzipped his fly and eased out his painfully swollen prick. Her eyes got huge, and she stared and stared at his rigid blue-veined boner. Ben knew he was pretty well hung for a teenager, and her expression reflected that fact.

"Oh, wow, it's so big," she finally said.

"But it won't bite," Ben grinned, taking her hand. "Here, just hold it like this and pump it."

He showed her how to jerk him off. It was so exciting just showing her that he damned near shot his load all over the car. He'd never had a girl touch his dick before, and it was very much of a turn-on. She curled her fingers around his meat and began jerking her fist up and down the granite column. Ben slumped back in his seat and moaned happily.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, terrific," he sighed.

Nancy was fascinated with his cock. As she pumped it, her big blue eyes were focused hotly on the head of his dick. She watched the thick globs of cream oozing from his piss hole and dribbling down his blue-veined shaft to wet her fingers. You could tell she'd never seen a cock before, because she just couldn't stop gawking at it.

Her pumping was kind of clumsy at first, but soon she got a good steady rhythm going, and Ben struggled not to shoot his load. It was killing him not to come, yet he didn't know how Nancy would react to a faceful of hot sticky jizz. She was bending low over his cock now, actually tickling it with her hot breath, as she tried to get a better view of it.

Ben imagined her opening her mouth and slipping his cock inside, sheathing it in steam heat and juicy flesh. He'd heard about blow jobs, and he was dying to have one. The image of Nancy sucking his cock just about put him over the edge. If he was going to hold out, he'd better not have thoughts like that. Yet she was within tasting distance of his dribbling cream.

He took another chance. "Nancy, would you mind licking my cock?" he asked.

"Well, you licked my tits, so I guess it's fair," she said. Good old reasonable Nancy.

Without any more debate or hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and started licking the engorged, sensitive head of his cock – and Ben almost went through the roof of the car. It was the most exquisite sensation he'd ever experienced, that satiny wet tongue playing all over his prick head. It turned him on like crazy to watch her doing it.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned, "I like the way it tastes."

It was a miracle he didn't come then. It was like one of his horny fantasies come true to watch Nancy Taylor licking his dick and hear her saying she liked the taste. Even if he could tell his buddies about it, they'd accuse him of making it up. It was just too good to be true. Here was a girl every guy wanted to make out with, and she was going down on him.

"Am I doing this right, Ben?" she asked innocently. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels great, Nancy," he sighed, "but I'm just afraid I'm gonna come."

"So what's wrong with that?" she said. "I'd like to come, too. Maybe we could get each other off."

Now he knew he was dreaming. But even if it was a dream, he was going to enjoy it to the max. "Sure, Nancy," he said, "that's a great idea. Let's get each other off."

He grabbed for her, pulled her down on the seat, and rolled on top of her. But as he was tugging at the zipper of her jeans, she squealed in protest and pushed at his shoulders.

"Ben, that isn't what I meant!" she cried. "I'm not gonna go all the way till I'm married."

Ben groaned in frustration as he rolled off her. "Okay, Nancy," he sighed, "just what did you have in mind?"

Seeing that he wasn't going to force her, she got friendly and excited again. "Well," she said eagerly, "I'll show you how I get myself off, and you do that to me. And I'll get you off your way, okay?"

It wasn't what he was aiming for, but it was a lot better than nothing. "Okay," he said, "you can jack me off, just like you were doing before. Show me how to get you off."

She didn't hesitate, and Ben's eyes widened as she eagerly unzipped her jeans. She tugged her jeans and panties down over her thighs, and he gawked at her bush, a small triangle of golden curls. She folded back the blonde fur and showed him a small bud of flesh, rosy red in color.

"That's my clit," she explained, "and when I wanta get off, I just rub myself there – like this."

She started rubbing her stiff middle finger up and down her clit. Ben got excited out of his mind watching her play with herself. Then she took his hand and showed him how to do it.

Her clit was sizzling hot, slick with juice, and throbbing. She showed him just what speed and pressure she wanted on her horny little joy button, then let go and allowed him to solo.