"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.