A Visit From Sis

June 24, 2008 – 7:31 am

Chapter 1
“Damn that feels good, Joey!”
Her gasp was barely audible over the noisy sucking. Her firm tits had
been aching for this–but not nearly as much as her slippery young cunt
ached for what was to come.
“Yes! Bite them!”
She opened her dark brown eyes and looked down at the boy’s head as he
moved his mouth back and forth, feasting on her luscious tits. It
wasn’t that Amy’s tits were particularly big, but a 34C looked twice as
large on her otherwise slim frame. They drove men wild–which was fine
by Amy. Her tits craved all the attention they could get.
“That’s it! No–ahh!
She’d been about to tell him to touch her slobbering pussy, but he’d
already started moving his hand up under her short skirt. Amy let her
head loll back on the seat, her long, straight, blond hair cascading
over the back. She spread her slender legs to accommodate his touch.
She felt his hand going higher on her quivering thighs as he sucked her
left tit into his mouth and rasped the sensitive flesh with his deft
tongue. She reached out with one hand, running her fingers over the
denim of his jeans until she found the hard, full bulge of his cock and
quickly fumbled open his zipper.
“You’re like a piece of wood,” she breathed, releasing the rigid prick
from his briefs. She heard him groan as her hand began to move up and
down over the blood-engorged shaft.
Amy stiffened as his fingers ceased tracing the lust-puffed lips of her
pussy and began probing against the hot inner stricture of her cunt.
She groaned again. The seat began to fold back and down. Her eyes
fluttered momentarily as he began working his finger in and out of her
hungrily clutching cunt. She’d been hot when he had picked her up from
her afternoon swim at the town pool. She’d been hotter still after the
clumsy, furtive fumbling at stoplights along the road. By the time
she’d slipped her blouse open and given his fingers easier access, she
was flaming with horniness.
“Hurry–hurry!” she hissed, head flinging from side to side of the soft
leather upholstery. It wasn’t often that Joey got his old man’s car,
but when he did, they made the most out of it–especially the reclining
seat.
She groaned again as he probed at her pussy with a second finger,
working hard to wedge it inside her already spasming cunt. She was
tight down there, every bit as tight as she’d been when she’d lost her
cherry the year before. Amy humped her cunt up and down on his invading
fingers, riding them for all she was worth. She wanted the real thing.
Finally, he began moving over her.
“Come on,” she pleaded, using her free hand to tug at his belt. She
felt the denim crushing against the insides of her thighs as he pushed
his jeans down his legs …