Chapter 1

"I said no, Terry! I don't want you to do that!" Sandy Lewis moaned. She grabbed the hand that was squeezing her left tit and pushed it away.

"But why, Sandy? I just want to feel them. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"I just don't want you to, that's all. Why can't we just kiss, like we usually do?"

"Because I can't stand it anymore. Look at this, Sandy. You're driving me crazy!"

He pointed down at his crotch. Even in the darkened car, Sandy could see the bulge in his jeans. There was the mound of his balls, and then the outline of his cock curving up over his belly. She blushed and looked away.

"Sandy, we've been going together now for nearly two months," he groaned. "That's a long time. You know I'm practically the only guy in school who isn't getting fucked. It's tough on a person."

He made another grab for her tit, and this time she let his hand stay there. He squeezed the firm flesh, pressing hard with his fingers. His thumb traced over the outline of her nipple. She heard him sigh with pleasure as he circled his hand around and around. She sank lower in the car seat, feeling quite pleasant herself.

She felt guilty as well. She didn't really want to do this. But she sensed that if she didn't let Terry cop a feel tonight, she might not be seeing much more of him. For weeks now he'd been taking her out on dates, or driving her home from her babysitting jobs, like tonight. And whenever he got horny, she put him off. She let him kiss her and that was it. Of course it was only a matter of time before he wanted more. She'd done her best. She'd postponed things for as long as possible.

"So fucking firm! And so fucking big!" he grunted, rolling his hand around on her other tit. "They must be around a size thirty-eight, huh?"

"Thirty-nine," Sandy said absently. "And don't swear so much. I don't like it."

"I can't help it, Sandy. You make me feel so fucking horny. You've got the best body of anyone in school, you know that? Everybody says so."

Again Sandy blushed. She didn't like people in school talking about her, but she knew they did. Especially the boys. She could tell from the way they looked at her just what they were saying and thinking, too. And in a way it was good to have a boyfriend like Terry, to keep them away. As long as they knew she was going steady with someone, they left her alone.

"Can I see them, Sandy?" Terry gasped. "Just for a few minutes?"

He began unbuttoning the front of her shirt, and for a few seconds Sandy was too shocked to respond. Her first reaction was to grab his hand again and shove it away, but she hesitated. Maybe she could let him go just a little bit further before stopping him. That way he would stay interested in her at least and want to keep seeing her.

"Fuck, they're fantastic!" he groaned. "Sandy, they're fucking beautiful!"

Her shirt was open all the way now, and he tugged it out of her jeans so that her big tits were on display. They were packed into a lacy white bra, but looked as if they would burst the flimsy garment any second. The dark rings of her areolas were clearly outlined through the sheer material. And he could see the flattened stubs of her brown nipples.

Sandy sank even lower in her car seat, and her big tits wobbled and separated slightly. Terry's fingers fumbled with the tiny clasp holding the lace cups together, then eased the two halves of the bra apart. Her naked tits came into view, the lower swells milky white in comparison with the tanned upper parts. Her freed nipples jutted up high off their areolas.

"Fuck, Sandy, they're fantastic!" Terry repeated. "I've never seen anything like them!"

His hand came up to cup the right tit, and he hefted it, as if trying to guess its weight. His thumb strayed over the nipple, and immediately it began to stretch higher off its puffy mound of flesh. It was hard and solid, and jutted up half an inch into the air. His mouth watered at the sight of it.

"Terry, that's enough. I'd better go in now," she gasped. Her fingers circled his wrist and she tried to move his hand away.

"So fucking firm and beautiful," he moaned, ignoring her. "And the nipples are so fucking long."

Sandy glanced out the car window nervous-

ly. They were parked right in front of her house, after all. And while her mother was out working the night shift at the hospital, Wayne was home. Wayne the Pain, her mother's live-in boyfriend. He was always snooping around, trying to catch her out at something. He was probably peeking out the curtains at them right this second, in fact.

"Terry, I have to go in. Someone will see," she protested.

But even as she spoke, Terry was dipping his head over her chest. She watched in shock and excitement as his tongue poked out and touched her nipple. Then his whole mouth was sinking down, taking the stiff stub and all of her areola inside. He began to suck noisily, as if he were nursing at her tit. She gazed down at him in amazement.

"Terry, what are you doing! My God!" she gasped. "Stop it! This is crazy!"

His tongue was circling around and around on her nipple. His teeth were nipping at it ever so gently. And sparks of pleasure were shooting up through her tit. She was shocked. His mouth felt wonderful slurping and sucking on her tit. What was happening to her? She'd never felt sensations like this before. There was even a warmth flowing into her crotch. She could feel the lips of her pussy growing damp in her panties.

"Terry, stop it! Stop it!" she moaned. Again she glanced nervously toward the house.

"I can't, Sandy," he panted, raising his mouth off one nipple only to move over toward the other one. "Your tits are so fucking suckable!"

His mouth captured the other swollen nipple and he began sucking all over again. She glanced down at the nipple he'd just released. It was wet and glistening and stuck up nearly an inch off its ring of flesh. Already sparks were shooting up through the one he was chewing. Her crotch grew more itchy and wet in her pants.

As if all this weren't confusing enough, now his free hand was stroking down between her legs. And now sparks really began to fly. Her pussy felt like it was melting or something. All kinds of lovely sensations were flowing up from her crotch. She clenched her legs shut over his hand, but his fingers moved up to unsnap her jeans.

"No, Terry! No!" she gulped. And now there was panic in her voice. She felt as though she were losing all control of the situation.

"Why the fuck not?" he hissed, spitting out her second hopelessly erect nipple. "You want this as much as I do, I can tell."

"No I don't," she lied. "And this has gone too far already. We're parked right in front of my house, for God's sake!"

For a moment she thought he was going to go right back to sucking her nipples. He was breathing hard and his face was flushed. But then he seemed to come to his senses. He glanced up the driveway toward her house, then back at her lush naked tits. They were heaving there on her chest like large mounds of cream. The nipples were dark brown and incredibly long. Shadows were cast across her skin by the erect stubs.

"I guess we can't fuck here," he said, his mind racing. "But we could drive somewhere else."

"No," Sandy snapped. "I'm not driving anywhere with you at this hour. I have to go in."

She felt in control again, and while she had the chance she slotted the stud of her jeans back into place. She started to fold the open halves of her shirt back over her tits, but he stopped her.

"Sandy you can't leave me this way. My balls are bursting," he moaned. "Give me a hand-job at least, why don't you?"

"A hand-job?"

"You know, jerk me off," he grunted. He was squirming in his seat, unzipping his fly and opening up his pants.

Again Sandy was too shocked to respond. She watched helplessly as he shoved his pants down and heaved his crotch toward her. His cock, a solid seven inches of meat, swayed out in her direction. Its head was red and inflamed, like a big mushroom, and a vein throbbed along one side of the shaft. Below she could see the strange mound of his balls nestled in their leathery pouch.

"Please, Sandy. I'll explode if you don't help me out," he wheezed. "Put your hand on my cock. Jerk me off. It should only take a minute or two."

Sandy's heart pounded. This was her very first close-up view of a cock, and she was trying to sort out her feelings. She expected to feel disgust, or fear at least. But she didn't. The solid shaft was strangely beautiful swaying there in the half-light of the car. It shifted slightly to the left, and then to the right. And as she watched, a clear pearl of fluid oozed out its tip and rolled over the head.

"My God, Terry, it's leaking or something! What's that stuff?" she gasped.

"I'm just wet from feeling you up and sucking your tits. Put your hand on it, Sandy. Please. I really need it."

She glanced at the house quickly. Then, without thinking any further, she curled her slender fingers around the erect cock and squeezed it gently. An electric thrill went through her as soon as she touched it. And she felt more warm twinges in her own crotch. She tilted the shaft from left to right, wondering what to do with it. Her fingers clenched tight and then relaxed. Another pearl of fluid escaped from the tip and drooled over her hand.

"Pump it up and down in your hand. Jerk me off," Terry groaned. His head had sagged back against his seat and his voice was tense.

"Like this?" she asked. And she began to crank the shaft of his cock up and down with harsh, rapid tugs.

"Oh fuck! Slower! More gently! Don't try to pull it out by the roots!"

Her hand slowed down and settled into a regular rhythm in his lap. She was gazing down at the thick shaft, amazed at how the skin slid up and down over it. The purple head winked at her in the half light, and still more oily fluid seeped down over her fingers. For a while the only sound in the car was the soft flap-flap-flap of her fist.

"What does it feel like? Is it nice?" she asked, truly curious.

"It feels fucking great. Squeeze it just a little harder. And tickle my balls with your other hand."

She hesitated for a second. She didn't want to seem too willing to do everything he asked. But then she reached out with her free hand and stroked her fingers over the leathery pouch of his balls. She tickled them with her fingertips for a while and he groaned out loud. Finally she cupped his ball sac with her palm and gently massaged it.

"Oh fuck, that's nice!" he moaned. "Another minute of this and I'll be shooting my load. Your hand feels so good on my cock, Sandy."

She blushed and began to pump on his cock more quickly. She was enjoying playing with his cock, and the sweet melty feelings were still flowing through her pussy. But she wanted to get all this over with. She really was scared that Wayne would notice them from the house. The last thing she wanted was for him to start asking all kinds of questions once she got inside. He was like that. He really took a strong interest in everything she did.

"Nearly there, baby! Just a few more pulls!" Terry grunted. "Squeeze a little harder! Like that! Oh fuck!"

Sandy's fist was a blur of motion in his lap. She was cranking his cock up and down with expert tugs now. They both stared down at the straining cockhead as if they were hypnotized. Now and then Terry groaned deeply. She caressed his balls with her free hand, amazed at how his balls shifted and rolled in their pouch.

"Now, baby! Now!" he howled suddenly. "Jerk me off hard!"

His cock seemed to flex in her hand. She was sure she felt it recoil. Then a string of silver cum two feet long spiraled up into the air. It hung there for what seemed like ages before splattering loudly across her belly and left tit. She gazed down at herself in amazement. The ribbon of white slime drooled off her tit and onto her rib cage before dribbling lower onto her belly. The fluid gleamed on her brown skin.

Her hand stopped in mid-stroke. She was thrown completely off her rhythm. His blazing cock spurted out another two-foot-long jet of cum that splashed right between her tits. It stuck in her cleavage for a split second and then flowed thickly down her belly and into her navel. It felt warm and sticky on her skin, like heated glue.

"All over your tits, babe! Cumming all over your big beautiful tits!" he croaked. He humped his ass up and down off the car seat, driving his cock through the tight clasp of her fingers.

Sandy stared at his hard-on in disbelief. And as she watched, another string of cum shot up into the air. This one arced to one side and looped over her right tit. It hit her erect nipple and split off in several different directions. The nipple glittered in the half light. Spunk hung from it in a long elastic rope.

"Pump me, baby! Jerk me off!" Terry croaked, glaring at her unmoving hand. "Yank my cock up and down!"

She snapped out of her trance and began cranking his cock again. A much shorter jet of cum jumped from the tip and splashed over her hand and forearm. Then it was over and only the dregs of his climax oozed onto her fingers. She tugged on his prick slowly, watching it the whole time. Her fingers felt like they were being glued together by the sticky cum-slime.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Terry groaned. He sagged heavily back in his seat, his balls drained.

For a while Sandy didn't let go of his cock. She squeezed it gently, milking out the last of his spunk. When she did let go, the shaft rolled loosely over his lower belly and began to shrink. She raised her hand as if she'd dipped it in something gross. The silver cum webbed her fingers together and hung down in strings.

"Sorry I came all over you, babe," Terry smiled, watching her. "But you do look kind of sexy, all streaked in cum, you have to admit. Your tits look great with spunk pouring down them."

Sandy stared down at herself without speaking. She lowered her sperm-soaked hand and touched it to her right tit. She began scooping up strings of cum, trying to clean herself up. But she only spread the jizz around more and made her tits shine with it. Spunk still dripped off her nipple and flowed down her belly. Some of it had dripped lower and was soiling the top of her jeans. The more she touched herself, the messier she became.

"This is gross. I don't believe it," she said at last. And she held up her hand again and watched the cum drip down onto her tits.