Brian Laver: Horny mother

Their lips met. Tom was amazed at how well Joyce could kiss. She kissed him better than any of the girls who went to the Saturday movies and sat with boys.

"You're a good kisser," Tom told her win they parted.

"So are you," Joyce said.

Tom let go of her hand and put his arms around her, and they kissed again. This time they both opened their mouths, and their tongues came together eagerly.

Tom could feel Joyce's giant tits pressing against his chest. Her saliva was sweet, and she seemed to be after the same thing he was.

Tom couldn't believe that he had never thought of trying to neck with Joyce before today. How many other chicks remained untried like Joyce?

Tom could feel Joyce's body under his hands. He had a hand on her back just above her ass, and another on her hip. Not very exciting territory, he knew, but just having this chick in his arms and his tongue in her mouth was fabulously exciting to a horny kid.

After kissing for a while Tom decided that it was time to lunge for the huge mound of her tits, so he thrust his tongue, deeply into her mouth, held her tighter, and began moving his hand up from her hip.

Tom's fingers traveled over the material of Joyce's blouse. He felt the fleshiness of her body, and then his fingers met the swelling of her tit.

Tom stopped his hand when he came to the bottom of one globe. He wasn't sure if Joyce was going to stop him, but he moved his hand up onto the firm boob anyway.

"M-m-m-m-m," Joyce hummed into Tom's mouth when he squeezed her tit.

She likes it, Tom told himself. He couldn't have been happier.

He had never had such a large jug in his hands before, and he could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing a bra. The heavy flesh of her tit rested in Tom's hand as his fingers buried themselves into the jellied softness.

Tom once gain remembered the couple that he and Jack had watched near here a few days ago. He knew that with luck he and Joyce could re-enact that scene.

Tom pushed Joyce back until they were lying side by side. When he felt how her tit lay on her chest in the new position he felt a thrill rush through him.

Tom massaged the soft tit, he felt the nipple stiffen against his palm. He took the stiff bud of her nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it around.

Pressing the lump of his prick against Joyce's hip, Tom felt his jism coming to a boil. But the tit in his hand was calling for more attention, so Tom struggled with the buttons of Joyce's blouse until they yielded. He slipped his hand inside.

Now he was holding her naked tit. It was much more exciting, Tom found, to hold her jug without her blouse in the way. The skin of those round beauties was so incredibly smooth!

Tom opened the blouse so that Joyce's tits were exposed to the light of day, and then lifted his face and gazed down at them.

"You're beautiful," Tom gasped. As he stared at the white tits with their dark, stiff nipples, they seemed to be staring back at him.

"Oh, Tom," Joyce moaned. "Kiss my tits."

That was just what Tom had in mind. His face dropped to one of her nipples. His mouth opened and he began sucking hungrily.

Joyce wrapped her arms around Tom's head, holding his face so firmly against her huge boob that he couldn't breath. Tom took a quick breath as he moved his head from one gorgeous globe to the other.

Tom felt as though he were swimming in a heavenly softness. He was gobbling as much tit-flesh into his mouth as he could, and his tongue was fluttering over the stiff nipple. With his mouth full of tit and Joyce clutching at him, Tom had never been so aroused.

As he sucked those lovely knockers his face became smeared with his own saliva, and he experimented with these new toys. Holding them together, he wedged his face between them. Then he moved her tits around to see how far they could travel over her chest.

Tom was learning a quick lesson in anatomy, but he was an eager student and wanted to move on to the next lesson.

Still stuffing his mouth and hands with Joyce's firm tits, he reached for one of her thighs. When he rested his hand on the thick thigh he felt her body twitch.

"Oh, Tom," Joyce moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h." Tom couldn't believe how passionate Joyce sounded. She was having as much fun as he, and that meant that she wouldn't stop him – or so Tom hoped.

His fingers began sliding along her blue jeans-covered thigh. Tom neared her crotch, Tom thought he could feel heat radiating from her cunt.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Joyce groaned when the boy's fingers pressed into her crotch.

Tom couldn't feel much through the thick folds of the denim that protected her crotch, but he could feel the incredible heat.

Having his fingers right on Joyce's cunt, but held back by her jeans, was very frustrating for Tom. He would have liked to ask her to take her pants off, but he knew that was unheard of for teens their age.

The only way he was going to get at her naked cunt was to creep slowly into her pants with his fingers. Meanwhile he would have to keep her climbing the ladder of lust.

Tom moved up beside Joyce's face so he could kiss her mouth – that way he could keep her gagged so she couldn't tell him to stop.

He leaned on her too, pinning her to the ground. The more incapacitated she became, the better his chances would be, he figured.

"M-m-m-m-m," Joyce moaned as she sucked his tongue so deeply into her mouth it hurt.

Tom didn't care about a little pain. He moved his fingers up to the button on Joyce's jeans. He was so excited that the button became the most important thing in the world.

Don't stop me, don't stop me, please, don't stop me, Tom was screaming inside his head.

She didn't stop him.

The button of her jeans opened under his fingers, and Tom could feel the pit of her belly button.

But the treasure he was after was still out of reach. As Tom pulled down the zipper of her pants, though, the tender skin of her lower belly lay exposed to his fingers.

A thrilling sense of victory began to fill Tom as his fingers met the elastic waistband of Joyce's undies. Now he knew he was getting close!

Joyce was beginning to wiggle in Tom's embrace, and nothing like this had ever happened to the boy before. At first he didn't know what to make of it, but then he remembered how the chick he'd seen getting fucked wiggled and squirmed.

Tom began to think he was actually going to get fucked, and the thought filled him with wild excitement.

His prick, trapped in his pants, was still pressed against Joyce's side. His cock was getting a real treat with the way she was squirming.

Meanwhile, Tom's fingers slid down Joyce's belly under her silky panties. Soon his fingers found the top of her pubic goatee.

Tom gasped deep breaths through his nose as he continued trading tongues with the squirming chick, and as his fingers slid over her cunt he became almost delirious with passion.

Although it was getting rather tight down there in Joyce's crotch, Tom did manage to reach her cunt.

"Ow-w-w-w-w-w," Joyce gasped as soon as Tom's finger parted her hairy cunt-lips. Her hips began twitching and jerking, and Tom's prick was being squeezed in his pants as the soft side of Joyce's hip ground against him.

Cramming his hand as far into her pants as he could, Tom was finally able to reach up her flowing cuntal sleeve.

Exploring that narrow chamber was the highlight of Tom's life. This is what he'd been dreaming about for years, but until that moment a girl's pussy seemed as remote as the moon.

Tom remembered a friend who said that once you finger-fucked a chick, you could fuck her. Tom hoped it was true.

The interior of Joyce's twat was amazing to the newcomer. The lining of that cave was satin smooth and running with hot, slippery fluid. Tom could tell that this tunnel was, custom-made to hold a hard cock.