Brian Laver - Sister on top

Jane's tit was bigger than it looked! Joey couldn't even contain all of it in his hand. And it was very heavy, as he learned when he began moving it around on her chest.

As he played with her tit, Jane's fingers began digging into Joey's thigh.

The boy had never been so horny. And he had never had so much fun. From now on, he would stick with the older girls, he told himself.

Joey's hand went from one tit to the other. And rather than merely holding them, Joey was examining the nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He ran his hand all around her enormous globes, trying to memorize their beautiful shape.

As they continued kissing, and as Joey kept massaging Jane's tits, the girl seemed to be heating up. She was thrusting her chest out, pressing her tits even tighter into Joey's hand. And her hand had crept so far into his crotch he could feel it against his balls.

So Joey decided it was time to slip his hand in side Jane's jersey.

Feeling her tender skin as he slipped his hand up along her ribs again, Joey knew that holding her naked tits was going to be spectacular. But it wasn't until he actually wrapped his fingers around her warm mountain of tit flesh that he realized how wonderful it was.

What was it about tits that made him so wild with lust? Joey wondered. Sure, they were incredibly soft and pliant. They were warm and heavy. And their shape was perfect. But they seemed to have a magical effect on him. He was completely overwhelmed by them.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Jane purred like a kitten.

None of the other girls Joey had felt up had purred like that. Jane was a really sexy chick. Just the sort of girl Joey had been praying for.

As wonderful as her tits were, though, Joey found that they didn't satisfy him. Instead, they made him even hungrier for her cunt.

But that was asking too much, he thought. The mysterious region of a girl's crotch had been in Joey's mind for a long time. In fact, he had stared at the cunts in a magazine he had at home so much he thought the ink was fading. But the thought of actually examining a real live pussy seemed too much for a little squirt like him to hope for.

But what better time would there be? When was he likely to get his hands on a sexy chick like Jane again?

So Joey gathered all the courage he could muster. Then he dropped his hand from Jane's tit. Out of her jersey and onto her thigh his hand moved.

He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as though that would keep her mind off what his hand was about to do.

At first, he merely ran his fingers up and down the silken skin inside her thigh. But each time he neared her crotch, he let his fingers get a bit closer.

Finally, Joey let his hand rest on her thigh with his fingertips just inside the leg of her short cut-offs.

Joey could already feel the moist heat of Jane's cunt. After all, his fingertips were only an inch from her gash.

With his tongue writhing in Jane's mouth, Joey slipped his fingers farther into her pants. He felt the material of her panties. The sensation gave the boy a jolt of lust.

When he was sure Jane wasn't going to stop him he moved his fingers forward. Now his fingertips were pressing into the softness of her cunt. Under the nylon of her panties Joey felt the texture of bristling pussy hair pressed between the crotch of her panties and her plump cunt mound.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Jane moaned softly.

Jane's moan made Joey's brain fry in the heat of passion. Joey's fingers were merely pressing against her cunt, through her panties, but it was the closet he'd ever come to a pussy. He wanted more – he had to have more!

Joey slipped his fingers into the elastic leg hole of Jane's panties. His fingers were immediately entangled in her cunt hair. And he felt how sweaty and damp it was in there.

Now that he had his fingers roaming over a real cunt, Joey began breathing fast and noisily.

Jane began wiggling her hips. At first Joey thought she was trying to pull her cunt away from his hand, and he felt panic creeping through him.

But she wasn't trying to get her cunt away from his exploring fingers, Joey realized. She was trying to make room for his fingers in her pants. Joey felt her cunt move back from the crotch of her cut-offs. Suddenly, he could reach the slit of her twat.

When Joey felt the soft lips of her cunt among Jane's pussy curls, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. How long had he waited for this moment?

With his fingers entering Jane's cunt, Joey could hardly sit still. He felt an urge in his body to lie on top of this chick and stick his prick up her twat. But he would never be that lucky, he thought.

The first thing Joey noticed about the slot his fingers were entering was how wet it was. Hot, slippery juice seemed to drool from that gash. And it allowed Joey's fingers to slide around among the tender ridges of flesh in there.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," Jane moaned again.

Joey found the entrance to her body – the hole he would slip his prick into if only he could. As he slipped his finger up that flowing cavern, Jane writhed in his embrace.

Suddenly, Joey's lust was multiplied by Jane's hand on his bulging crotch.

He had never felt a hand other than his own on his cock. So when Jane grabbed it, even though she was holding it through the heavy denim of his jeans, Joey thought he was going to come. In fact, he had to struggle to keep his hips from pumping.

As he slid his middle finger high up Jane's cunt, her fingers tightened on his shaft. Then she squeezed the head of his prick as it lay captured in his pants.

Jane's hips began to slide back and forth slightly. Joey's finger was being caressed by the velvety wall of her cunt tunnel.

Now Jane's hand was pressing down on Joey's cock. And she was sliding it back and forth the way someone might pet a dog.

Joey was going to come in his pants. He tried to think of a way to pull his prick out. If he could have Jane's hand around his cock the way he wrapped his own hand around it when he jerked off, it would be fabulous.

But could he do that in the back seat of Chuck's car?

Joey opened his eyes again and looked past Jane's face. He saw his sister peeking at him from the front seat. She was kissing Chuck's neck and watching Jane and him in the back.

Not only was it going to be impossible to pull out his cock but his sister was going to see him come in his pants.

Joey felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment as he saw his sister watching him. And even though he couldn't see her mouth, her eyes were smiling at him.

Now it was too late to do anything but enjoy his orgasm. It was going to be a great orgasm, so oven though he was going to mess up his pants, he was going to enjoy it.

But just before Joey's jism burst forth he was stunned by an explosion. An incredibly loud noise filled the car. And Joey felt the air around him compress his head.

He didn't know what had happened. But in his confusion he pulled his hand from Jane's cunt.

"What…?" Jane said, dazed.

"Oh, Chuck!" Betty gasped in the front seat.

"Someone threw a cherry bomb under the car!"

Chuck said excitedly. "I'll bet it was Phil or Carl." Throwing cherry bombs under cars was one of the favorite tricks the guys would pull during the all-night horror show. It was part of the fun of this special night. Joey had heard about these pranks, and he always wished he could take part. But now that he was a victim of these shenanigans, he wished it never happened.

As his fear evaporated, he felt his jism oozing from his prick. Now that Jane was no longer rubbing his prick his orgasm was more pain than pleasure. He put his arm over his crotch, and with his wrist he tried to give himself some stimulation. It helped, but not much.

Chuck and the girls were swiveling their heads around, trying to see who might have thrown that cherry bomb. But Joey was just watching to see that they didn't notice that he was coming.