Chapter 1
It was turning out to be just another typical, lazy June afternoon at home. Vicky Duncan lay curled on the couch leafing through a fashion magazine, idly glancing over the pages of sleek models and expensive outfits without any real interest.
Her little brother, Mike, lay sprawled on the floor a few feet away, snoozing in front of the television. The muted drone of a sitcom rerun buzzed like a bee in the background.
In other words, it was a perfectly average, normal summer day around the Duncan house. Paul Duncan was at the office, and his wife, Jill, was out on a shopping spree with some friends, leaving their two teenaged children alone at home.
Vicky flopped on the couch, wishing she was out at the local swimming pool, or back at college, or anywhere-anywhere but here!
After being home hardly more than a single week, she was already bored to tears.
And summer vacation had only just begun. She had three whole months to go!
"Oh, God!"
Suddenly blurting out a groan of pure frustration, she tossed the magazine aside, her attractive face scrunching with disgust and her long blonde hair fanning across a throw pillow.
If only there was something to do! Just anything! Anything at all!
But there wasn't. All her friends were back at the college, and all the kids she'd known in high school had long since left town to other colleges or jobs. She was doomed to spend the whole lonely summer just moping about the house with no girlfriends to talk to or boys to date.
No boys . . .
That was the worst. Because Vicky was more than bored.
She was horny, too-and growing hornier by the minute. God, she missed all those big stiff college-boy pricks! Her vacation had hardly gotten a good start, and she was already horny enough to die!
As if to emphasize that thought, she felt a gnawing tingle race through the crotch of her cut-offs. Her pussy had been itching all day, simmering with a familiar ache she'd grown to know only too well over the past year.
Always before, that ache had meant that good things were going to happen. Because always before, she had had plenty of boys at school who were more than ready to work that ache right out of her with their thick, cunt-filling cocks.
That was one of the things Vicky had loved most about going away to college. In the past year she'd grown up a lot, discovered needs and urges she'd never known before. And she'd also discovered lots of nice, hard-cocked boys willing to satisfy her every need just as often as they could.
Only now there was no satisfaction in sight. She had a whole empty summer stretching out in front of her, and not a single cock around to ease the ache that was already swelling in her cunt, blossoming to a juicy froth of smoldering arousal . . .
"I can't stand it-not another minute! Oh, damn!"
Hissing out a breath of mingled horniness and frustration, she slipped a hand down without thinking in an instinctive attempt to rub that ache away.
However, as her fingers slid along the denim vee of her cut-offs' crotch, that brief touch alone was enough to send a fresh tremor of urgency rippling through her lithe slender body. Her fingertips came away wet with the overflow of pussy-cream that had already seeped through her shorts.
At the same time, a wild giddy impulse sparked inside her, causing a wicked smile to flicker across her full lips.
Suddenly determined not to go another second without at last some kind of satisfaction, Vicky glanced down at the floor to make sure that Mike was still sleeping away.
His lean young face was as slack and unaware as ever, his eyes tightly shut beneath a tousled mop of dark hair.
Then she reached to the border of her cutoffs and began to wiggle her fingers under the waistband, working them toward the molten furnace of her pussy.
Her shorts were too tight. Her fingertips groped along her trim flat tummy and just barely tickled the outermost fringe of curls that covered her pussy, but wouldn't go any farther.
Letting out a hushed moan of impatience, she acted without hesitation. Fumbling at the snap of her cut-offs, she pulled down her zipper with a metallic slither.
Then, still keeping a careful eye on the motionless form of her little brother, she began to pull her loosened shorts down.
It was a naughty, dangerous thing to do. Especially right here on the living room couch with Mike sprawling just a short distance away. He could wake up at any moment and catch her. His brown eyes could flutter open right this instant and take in the spectacle of his big sister arching upward as she worked the taut cut-offs down across her ripe curved hips.
And if he woke up at the wrong time, he was going to see even more . . .
But in her present state, even the danger of being caught excited her. Pushing and tearing at the tight shorts, with her heart thumping and her pussy juicing like crazy, she attacked the denim restraint more furiously than ever.
Damn it, she was going to get at least a little satisfaction right here and now, no matter what!
With that determination urging her on, she ripped the cut-offs down with a wrench. The bunched fabric gave and slid down her thighs, letting the moist gold curls of her pussy spring into the open.
Vicky kicked them down until they dangled limply from one ankle, in the same motion spreading her legs wide-open to splay the soaked entrance of her cunt.
Then she plunged a hand between her long tanned thighs, running her fingers through the glossy mat of her downy thatched bush until they slid along the greasy furrow of her pussy in an intimate caress.
"Uhmm, oh yehhhsss . . . "
She gave a soft happy sigh, wiggling in anticipation and creaming more urgently than ever. Moving a finger along the grooved crease of her buttery pooched cuntlips, she located the puffy bud of her clit.
"Ohhhh, oh that-that's nice! Nice . . . "
Her voice rose into a small muffled cry as she rolled her fingertip across the sensitive marble of her clit, massaging the little flare of plumped flesh and sending delicious jolts of pleasure all through her.
She hadn't fingered herself off in a long, long time. With all the horny guys practically waiting in line for her back at school, she hadn't had to. But even though nothing could ever match a good fucking, she'd almost forgotten how nice it felt just to lie back for a good fingering session. Nobody knew every pressure point of sensation in her pussy the way she did herself.
And since she had no choice about the matter anyway, she might as well enjoy it! w
Spurred by that thought, she rubbed the swollen jut of her clit all the more urgently.
"Oooh-ooh yes, yes!"
Within moments she was hunching up, her clit button swelling rigidly out beneath the expert kneading of her finger in a fat spike of pure sensuality. Her taut round ass gyrated off the couch, and her eyes went glassy with a glaze of unleashed lust.
Vicky could've gotten off right then and there, just rubbing her clit. But now that she'd started, she wanted to make it last a little longer. Her finger slid down into the drooling pout of her pussy folds, then sank knuckle-deep inside her. She let out a husky groan, working it deeper.
"Unnh . . . oh damn, that's good! That's just-aaahhhh!"
Gurgling ecstatically, she pushed her finger up the greased crevice of her pussy-slit until it was wedged completely into her. At the same time her cuntlips seemed to melt around it in a tight squeezing vise, clamping onto the presence of that gyrating probe with greedy suction.
In another instant she was sliding it in and out, pulling her cream-slickened finger back and then shoving it up her cunt with long, cock-like strokes.
It wasn't quite the real thing. But in her present state she was more than ready to take any satisfaction she could get. She arched up, splaying the taut pink mouth of her pussy wide as her finger began to pump faster, increasing its friction. The heel of her hand rhythmically smashed against her turgid clit button, grinding the sensitive bud with an intensity that sent extra pangs of pleasure shooting all up through her.
Simultaneously her free hand flew up, pushing at the light cotton material of her tee-shirt to bare a firm up-thrusting little tit.
Vicky had small, sensitive tits-the kind that liked to be teased and fondled, because that always made her come all the harder. The pert, naked nipple now exposed was already swelling up to a stiff peak of anticipation, jutting from its textured areola with rigid erection.
Instantly, her hand swooped to the pliant mound of tit-flesh that shoved into the open for attention. Her fingers groped eagerly across her plump straining nipple bud and began to tweak and pull on it with open delight.
"Guhh . . . God, that's good! That's so damned . . . ungghh . . . "
Almost before she knew it, she was humping upward in spasms, soaring to much-needed release in a fury of sensation that she could no longer restrain. The finger jammed in her pussy pumped harder and faster as she caressed first one creamy tit and then the other, all the time pretending that it was a boy's greedy fists clenching her tits, a boy's stiff cock wiggling deep up her pussy.
And after a whole long week of gnawing unfulfillment and growing need, that was all it took to have her bouncing and finger-fucking herself in a heaven of uninhibited bliss.
Creaming onto her hand and pulling at her tits in a frantic, pitch of horny ecstasy, Vicky felt an orgasm building within her.
"Ohhhh! Oh yes, yessss! Ahhhh!"
She cried out, humping wildly to meet the finger that slurped in and out of her cunt in the semblance of a thrusting cock. Thrashing on the couch, her shorts dangling from one ankle and her shirt bunched up to her chin, she felt her orgasm soaring deep inside her.
And when it struck, she let out a wordless wail.
"Aaannnh! Annnggghhh!"
Her lithe body arched in a wrenching series of firecracker eruptions, shuddering ecstatically as the climax blasted through her in jolt after delicious jolt of release. Pinching urgently on her nipples and slamming her finger up the soaked groove of her cunt again and again, she writhed in a haze of sheer bliss that seemed to go on and on forever, working every last twinge of much-needed fuck-lust right out of her.
Then she sank back in a gasping heap, her finger still crammed in her cunt and her palm still kneading her stiff, rubbery nipple.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . oh that was nice, so-o-o nice . . . "
Lolling on the couch in temporary relief and smiling happily at the last sparks of orgasm that continued to ripple throughout her slender form, she wasn't aware of anything wrong until it was too late.
And that was when a gleeful voice cut through her daze, jolting her back to earth with a crash.
"Oh wow, Sis, that was great! Man, what a show-I never saw anything like that in my life! Ohhh, wow!"
Vicky jerked up suddenly. She twisted about, her glassy blue eyes focusing once more on reality. There was Mike, propped on an elbow and gazing at her with a wide grin plastered across his face, taking in the whole spectacle with an open, delighted stare.