"Horny naughty sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eastwood Nick)

CHAPTER ONE

Vicky Evans, a high school English teacher, was normally prim and reserved, but tonight the young woman was bubbling. Her glowing face and bouncy stride caused people to turn and stare at the tall leggy brunette as she and her escort entered the restaurant. The men who stared at her smiled appreciatively, and their wives felt a tweak of jealousy. Vicky Evans looked absolutely gorgeous.

Her date, Ted Hansen, wished he had the nerve to tell her so. Ted, a bashful chemistry teacher in his early thirties, had just run out of nerve. He'd been working up his courage for a whole year now to ask Vicky out, and he'd finally done it. In fact he could still hardly believe it was happening.

As he walked behind Vicky, he ogled the ripe curves of her body and the undulating globes of her firm little ass. For probably the millionth time since he'd met her, he imagined himself in bed with her, gliding his stiff cock into her juicy hot cunt, hearing her moan with pleasure. Then he warned himself to cool those fantasies. He didn't want to get a hard-on in the restaurant.

Anyhow, that's all they were, just fantasies. Vicky was well known in their small town as a man-hater and a confirmed spinster. She rarely dated, and Ted knew one reason she'd accepted this dinner date was that she wasn't afraid of him. She knew he wasn't going to come on strong. So it was a good thing she couldn't read his mind and know how urgently he wanted to fuck her.

"Ted, I'm so excited, I can hardly think," Vicky bubbled as they were seated.

"I can't blame you, Vicky," Ted smiled. "It must be pretty exciting, meeting a brother you haven't seen in twenty years."

Vicky had been hopping up and down with excitement when he arrived to pick her up, and she'd quickly explained why. Her parents had been divorced when she was just a kid, and she'd been taken by her mother. Her brother, Van, had been taken by their father. Since that day, she hadn't seen Van, hadn't even known where he was. Now he'd managed to track her down, and in a few days he was coming to see her.

"Thank goodness tomorrow's the last day of school," she went on. "I'll be able to give my full time to Van."

Ted wished he could have her full time – in bed. "How long will your brother be visiting?" he asked politely.

"Only three days," Vicky sighed. "He does overseas work for an oil company, and he's been reassigned. He'll just be crossing the country, and he'll drop in and see me on the way."

Sighing again, she picked up her menu and studied it, and Ted grabbed the chance to ogle her tits. Vicky without question had the best body he'd ever seen, and her tits were magnificent, big and thrusting and beautifully shaped. Too bad all that great equipment was wasted on an old maid. Ted wished there was some way he could make her like men and sex, some way he could turn her on.

He didn't realize just how easy that would be. While she chatted and looked over the menu, Vicky was getting very warm feelings in her pussy. She liked being with Ted, found him fun and attractive, and she was getting those all-too-familiar sensations. For a fleeting second she imagined Ted making love to her, and her nipples stiffened. She blushed, hoping her date hadn't noticed. Her pussy was heating rapidly now and getting all swollen and moist.

To her mortification, Vicky realized she was getting horny. It seemed to be happening all too often lately. She'd lie in bed at night and toss and turn, too lusty to sleep. She eventually had to masturbate to get the relief she craved. She knew her body was only telling her to act like a normal, healthy young woman, but she just couldn't do that. Her body might be perfectly normal, but her thinking wasn't.

Her mother had raised her very strictly, and Vicky had been taught not to trust men. Men will only hurt you, her mother had preached, and no nice girl likes sex. Sex is filthy, dirty, disgusting. Men only want one thing. Women can get along fine without them. The best women were spinsters. And so on and so on. These messages had been drummed into Vicky's head for the past twenty years, till it just wasn't possible for her to respond normally to a man.

Yet she wanted to so badly! It was ridiculous being a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and she was dying of curiosity about sex. Ted turned her on, and it was obvious that he wanted her. It would be so easy just to let him take her. Her curiosity would be satisfied, and she'd get the relief she needed for all her pent-up lust. If only she could overcome her mother's teachings, she'd hop into Ted's bed in a second.

She was smiling coolly as she thought all these things, and Ted didn't have the faintest idea that she was getting frantically lusty. "Have you decided what to order?" he asked.

They ate and chatted, then went to a disco and did some dancing. That part really turned Vicky on. She rarely dated and almost never danced, so it was doubly exciting to be held against a hard male body. Her pussy got hot as fire, and she was creaming right through her panties. More than ever she wished she could get over her inhibitions. She ached for Ted to kiss her and touch her all over.

Ted was having a rough time of it, too, as her big thrusting tits rubbed his chest and her undulating body brushed his crotch. He was scared as hell he was going to get a monster of a cock-stand, and on the dance floor there'd be no way Vicky wouldn't notice. That would really make an impression on their first date! It would certainly be their last date, he was sure of that.

But his cock had a mind of its own, and he could feel it throbbing and stiffening. He turned red and pulled back a little from Vicky, who was rubbing against him. "It's getting pretty late, and we've got to work tomorrow," he said. "Maybe I better think about getting you home."

"Oh, my gosh, you're right," Vicky exclaimed as she looked at her watch. "Thanks for reminding me, Ted. I forgot all about the time."

Ted didn't want to let go of her or take her home, but the alternative was to let her see the obscene bulge at his fly. He hoped she didn't notice that he was walking funny as he escorted her to the car. It was just a few blocks to her house. Vicky invited him in for a nightcap, and he got to the couch as fast as he could and folded his hands over his hard-on. He was relieved that the lights were low.

Vicky's hands were trembling a little as she made the drinks. It was the first time she'd ever invited a man into her house, and she knew how suggestive that must seem to Ted. And of course it would be even easier now to let him do what he wanted with her. Vicky was very, very tempted. Maybe, just maybe, she could let herself go tonight. She brought the drinks to the coffee table and sat down beside Ted. He automatically reached for his glass, uncovering his crotch, and that was when she noticed that he had a hard-on.

She noticed, and he noticed that she noticed. Both the shy teachers blushed furiously. To make matters worse, Vicky found herself staring like an idiot. She just couldn't take her eyes off that big hard bulge in his pants. Finally she forced herself to look away, and she heard Ted breathing heavily.

"Uh, Vicky, sorry about that," he said, his voice hoarse with lust, "but I just couldn't help it. You really turn me on."

Red with embarrassment, but also very lusty, Vicky looked at him and said, "You turn me on, too, Ted."

"I do?" he cried.

If that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was, and he decided to grab it. Quickly he slipped his arms around Vicky and drew her against him. He kissed her, and to his delight her soft lips opened and let in his tongue. His cock throbbed like crazy as he darted his tongue into her mouth and probed around. Vicky didn't protest or try to pull away. She seemed to melt against him.

"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.

"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.