Chapter 1
Tits, tits everywhere but not a pair to squeeze. Joey was willing to bet that the older guys would be grabbing tits. Maybe some of them would even get fucked right here in his own house.
Joey had looked forward to his sister's party. Somehow, he thought it would be a good place for him to start grabbing chicks. It hadn't worked out that way though.
As he stood in the corner clutching a bottle of beer, he watched his sister and Chuck sitting on the couch necking. Chuck's hand was holding his sister's tit as they kissed.
On the other side of the room, Sally and Bob sat and necked. Bob's hand was up Sally's dress. Sally's legs were spread.
Rather than getting something from one of his sister's girl friends, Joey was just getting hornier. He should have known. After all, his sister was two years older than he, and that seemed to make all the difference.
"Hi, Joey," Jane said as she put an arm around his shoulders.
Joey could tell by Jane's voice that she was drunk. She was leaning heavily on him. Her tit was pressed on his arm.
There might be hope yet, Joey thought. If Jane was drunk enough, he might get somewhere with her.
"Hi," Joey said warmly. "How are you doing?"
"Drunk," Jane said. "I'm drunk."
"Oh, yeah?" Joey asked as he got out of her embrace.
He leaned Jane against the wall and pressed himself to her. Her big jugs flattened on his chest. Joey's cock began swelling in his pants.
He kissed the drunken girl, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
"Joey?" Jane mumbled when she was able. "What are you doing?"
What a dumb question, Joey thought. Even in her drunken condition Jane should be able to tell what he was doing.
He lifted his hand to one of Jane's firm tits. As it filled his hand with soft warmth, Joey's prick leaned against Jane's stomach.
Joey's body geared up for sex. His breath was getting deeper and his head swam. Squeezing Jane's tit tightly, he stuck his tongue into her mouth again.
The girl wasn't wearing a bra. Only her light blouse stood between his fingers and her tit.
But just as Joey began to hope for the best, Jane shoved him away.
"Joey, what are you doing?" Jane repeated. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."
Holding her hand to her mouth, Jane headed for the bathroom. Joey was left alone with a throbbing prick. The thrill of holding Jane's tit turned into frustration.
"What's the matter, squirt?" Dan said to Joey as he passed. "Strike out?"
Joey had had all he could take. He didn't have to stand around watching all the older kids necking while he was deprived. He stalked to his room.
"Hey, get out of here!" someone yelled when Joey opened his bedroom door.
It was dark in his room. But enough light flooded in when he opened the door so Joey could see what was going on. A naked ass was bobbing up and down. Beside the ass, a pair of knees stuck out like wings.
Fucking! Someone was fucking right on his bed, Joey realized! He stared into the room. He couldn't tell who the fucking couple was. And all he could see was the guy's ass. Still, the scene transfixed him.
"Shut the fucking door!" the guy hollered.
"Yeah!" the girl yelled.
Joey closed the door. He would have given anything to have been the one fucking that girl, whoever she was. It was his room after all.
He would have gone outside, but it was cold and raining. So Joey couldn't get away from the party -- the party that he had only been invited to because his sister was throwing it.
He had been foolish to think anything would happen to him at his sister's party. He should have gone out with his own friends.
Joey looked for a place to get away. He didn't want to see any more kids necking. He didn't even want to see any of the girls walking around with their tits sticking out on their chests like handles waiting to be grabbed.
But his sister's room was full of necking couples. He tried his parents' room.
No good. The bed was covered with the kids' coats. Kids would be coming in and out of the room all night.
But before Joey left, he noticed a foot sticking out of the pile of coats on the bed. He went closer. A hand was sticking out near the pillows. Then some blond hair could be seen under a leather jacket.
Joey lifted the jacket. There was Jane, asleep.
Joey threw the jacket down over her head again. He hoped he never saw her again. How could she have kept asking him what he was doing when he tried to neck with her? Wasn't it obvious? Or was he a leper who wasn't allowed to touch a girl?
But before Joey left the room, he began to worry. He went back and took the jacket off her head. Even if she was a cunt, he didn't want her to suffocate. Especially if it was his fault.
Joey looked down at Jane. She seemed dead already. For a second, Joey felt a stab of fright. Could she have suffocated already?
He grabbed her shoulder and shook her.
"Huh-h-h-h," Jane grunted.
So she was alive after all. But she sure was knocked out. Joey turned to go. But that's as far as he got. He began to think about the situation.
He thought he could give Jane a feel -- she wouldn't know the difference. His heart began to race. But that would be too weird, he decided and walked to the door.
His parents' room was the last room on the hall. No one would see him unless they were coming right into the room. And since it was still early, no one would be likely to come in for a while.
Still, feeling Jane up while she was passed out was perverted and sneaky. On the other hand, it might be fun.
Joey decided to take another look at the girl. He trembled as he walked over to the bed.
Jane's body was covered with coats. Joey knelt down and lifted the corner of a coat that covered Jane's legs. Under it he could see flesh. Jane's thighs were exposed, he thought.
Joey lifted the coat higher. He saw that her skirt was pushed up to her crotch. The pink material of her undies showed where it wrapped around the curve of her cunt.
By now Joey's hand was shaking. He longed to reach out and touch Jane's mound. But if she awoke, he could never face her again. So he dropped the coat onto the unconscious girl. Then he stood up.
But Joey couldn't quite make himself leave the room.
He touched Jane's shoulder again, shaking her gently, then harder.
"Uh-h-h-h-a-a-a-a," Jane moaned deliriously.
It didn't look like she was going to wake up. It seemed the house could fall and she would only moan slightly.
He knelt again and lifted the coat, throwing it off Jane's thighs. Then he reached for her skirt and lifted it higher.
Joey could hear his own desperate gasps as he stared at her mound. Through Jane's pink undies, Joey could make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair. A few hairs were sticking out the legs of her underpants -- an exciting sight for a horny kid!
Slowly, Joey reached his shaking hand to Jane's mound. Ever so carefully, he placed his fingertips on her cunt. He watched Jane's face for a sign of wakefulness. There was none. He pressed his fingers down until he could feel her pubic hair bristling under her panties.
Still, Jane remained as still as death. Only her slow breathing proved she was alive.
Joey had never had his fingers on a cunt before -- not even with a pair of underpants in the way. So naturally, he was gasping with excitement.
Slowly, Joey moved his fingers down Jane's twat. He thought he could feel the crack of her cunt. He pressed one finger into the softness. Yes, he was sure he could feel her crack! If only she weren't wearing panties!
Did he dare stick a finger into the leg of her underpants? Sweat broke out on Joey's brow as he thought about it.
He tried. The elastic around Jane's thigh wasn't terribly tight. Joey managed to get his finger in without much trouble. And Jane didn't react at all.
Now Joey's finger was brushing her cunt curls. Like a snake in the grass, Joey's finger squirmed toward Jane's slot.
He was able to get the tip of his finger into her cunt. But her cunt was dry, so Joey was stopped at the first knuckle. Besides, he had to be careful. Jane could still wake up at any moment.
Moving his finger down along Jane's hairy lips, he soon came to her ass. He felt the twin cheeks. They were so smooth and nice that Joey longed to see them.
He pulled the elastic away from Jane's thigh slightly. When she didn't stir, he pulled more. Now he could see the cleft of her cunt through a tangle of hair. Leaning over her, he peeked further and saw her ass cheeks lying below her twat.
By this time, Joey was shaking uncontrollably. His breathing was rasping loudly and his heart pounded!
It seemed as though he had gone about as far as he could. Jane was out cold, but she wasn't dead. Besides, someone could walk in at any minute. Still, though, Joey was unable to leave the girl.
He wondered if her tits would be available for examination. They were covered with a jacket. Joey uncovered them. They looked beautiful under the white material of her blouse. He could see the bumps her nipples made on that garment.
Again Joey reached out a shaking hand. Lightly as he could, he lay it on one of her tits. He watched her face, but she didn't respond to his hand resting on her tit.
Feeling her nipple through her blouse made Joey tremble with lust. Then he carefully slipped his fingers into her blouse between the buttons. The naked flesh of her tit sent a current of passion into him.
By bending down, Joey found he could peek into Jane's blouse. He saw one of her nipples sitting on the tip of her boob. It looked like a cherry on a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream. But compared to ice cream, her tit was a hundred times more desirable.
But the most exciting part of this drunken chick was her cunt. If Joey could spread her legs and pull her underpants down just a bit, he could really get at her cunt.
So far, Jane hadn't budged or moved a muscle. Joey thought he could mount her and fuck her without disturbing her. But that was impossible.
If he could only examine her cunt, he would be satisfied. That strange organ had fascinated him for a long time. But so far he hadn't gotten any closer to a cunt than the pictures he'd seen in magazines.
Joey covered Jane's tits with the jacket again. Then he tried tickling the inside of one of her thighs, hoping to make her spread her legs. But Jane was beyond tickling. So Joey gently slipped his hand under one of her knees and pulled her thigh to the side. He held his breath in fear.
But Jane remained dead to the world.
Now her cunt was more accessible. Joey ran his fingers along her gash again. It was a thrill to feel her slot, but he had to get to her twat directly -- without her underpants in the way.
Carefully, Joey tugged down the waistband of her panties, first on one side, then the other. They were snug, hugging her belly and cunt tightly. But he managed to get them down an inch or so. Then he pulled at the crotch of her panties. The material that covered her cunt loosened.
Now Joey could get his fingers into her panties easily. He could see her slot clearly too. And he even pulled her lips apart, peeking into her pussy.
He pressed and probed her cunt. But since she was dry, he couldn't slip his finger into it. Still, for a horny boy like Joey, this was incredibly exciting!
He considered jerking off with his fingers on Jane's slot. That would be fun, he thought. He might even climb onto the bed and stick his prick into her crotch. Even if he couldn't penetrate her, it would be wild to have his prickhead pressed to her crotch.
Joey was driving himself insane with these thoughts. And if he didn't jerk off soon, he would come right in his pants.
He decided that climbing onto the bed would be too risky. If someone came into the room while he was sticking his cock into Jane's crotch he would have to kill himself. So he settled for jerking off with his fingers probing her pussy.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking his fingers from Jane's cunt to unzip his pants, he began to ready himself for the best masturbation of his life.
But before he could get his prick out, Jane moaned. Joey froze. He didn't know if he should run from the room or remain where he was. Had Jane been aware of his fingers in her crotch all along?
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Joey's heart almost stopped. What would she do?
"Oh, Joey!" Jane gasped. "Come here!"
She grabbed him pulling him down on top of her. Joey thought she had caught him and was going to wrestle with him in an effort to beat him up for violating her body. He was about one second away from bolting from the room.
But as Jane pulled his face to hers and pressed a kiss on his mouth, Joey forgot about bolting. Although he still didn't know what was going on.
Jane held on to him tightly. She pulled him right up on top of her. Her legs spread and she thrust her hips forward.
Even through his jeans, Joey could feel his hard prick pressing on Jane's cunt. Then she began jerking her hips, shoving her mound against the lump in his pants.
For several seconds, Joey let himself be handled like a rag doll. Then, although he still didn't understand what was happening, he began pumping his hips, rubbing his captured cock on the softness of Jane's cunt.
"Hu-u-u-u-u," she moaned. "A-a-a-a-a!"
Rather than moaning in a drunken stupor, Jane was now moaning a different tune.
"E-e-e-e-e-e," Jane squealed.
She was going wild. But so was Joey. With the soft mound of her twat massaging his prick through his pants, Joey was about to come.
In a few seconds more, he did come. With his tongue in Jane's mouth, his prick began spewing hot jism.
Even after Joey came, Jane kept bucking her hips. But she finally slowed, then stopped. Her body relaxed again. And when Joey lifted his face and looked at hers, she was out cold again.
"Jane? Jane?" Joey repeated.
But there was no answer. Joey was alone again. He got off the girl. He looked down at his pants and discovered a huge wet spot. There was a similar spot on Jane's underpants.
Joey didn't know what to think. But he wanted to get out of there. So he covered Jane with a coat. Then, taking a few deep breaths, he covered the wet spot on his crotch by folding his hands over it and he strolled nonchalantly from the room.
Joey ran down to the basement and took off his spotted pants. He found a pair in the laundry to put on.
Then he made himself comfortable and thought about what had just happened with Jane. He decided that his playing with her cunt had made her hot, even though it didn't wake her up. When she did awaken, she had to have a quick humping. Then she passed out again.
If only she wouldn't remember what had happened, it would be all right. At least Joey got to explore her twat. And coming while humping her had been fun.