He had never felt anything like Sandy's tit before. Sure, he had grabbed a few tits in his life, but none of them had been like this one. And none of the other girls he had grabbed had ever moaned with animal passion.
Biff drove his tongue deeper into Sandy's mouth as he massaged her tit. He could tell by the way Sandy was holding him that she loved it.
When he had explored her tit thoroughly, he began concentrating on her nipple. Through her light cotton blouse, Biff could feel her nipple. He could feel the stiff bud between his trembling fingers.
"Ow, ow-w-w," Sandy whined. "Not so hard!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Biff gasped.
He eased up on his examination.
"Yeah," Sandy breathed. "Like that. That feels good!"
Sandy squirmed with pleasure as Biff kept handling her tit. Now he was kissing her neck. It was so warm and smooth against his face, Biff could hardly believe it.
Sandy seemed so willing, even eager, that Biff began to hope he would get to stick his prick right into the hot pool of her cunt. But that thought made him so crazed that he tried not to think about it. He would try to take things one step at a time. The next step was to go after Sandy's tits without her blouse in the way.
Biff's pulse raced as he moved his fingers from her tit to one of the buttons on her blouse. If she stopped him now, he didn't know what he would do.
Biff forced his fingers to obey as he slipped one button through its buttonhole. Then he unbuttoned another button. The weight of Sandy's tits spread her blouse as Biff unbuttoned it.
He finally had all but her bottom button unfastened.
Biff was almost afraid to take his mouth from Sandy's. He thought she might tell him to stop if she could talk. But he had to see her tits.
So Biff lifted his face from Sandy's. He looked down at her chest. Her blouse was opened and her tits lay in view. Never had the boy seen such a sight.
Two creamy tits stood within the opened blouse. They were slightly flattened with their own considerable weight, yet they stood proudly.
Sandy's nipples were erect. The center of her nipples were as big as gumdrops and the entire pink disk was the size of a silver dollar. Between her tits lay a tender valley of silken skin.
When Biff had feasted his eyes, he covered one of those gorgeous tits with his hand. Even with his fingers spread, he couldn't completely cover one lovely tit.
Biff realized that Sandy was watching him. He looked up at her face.
She was smiling at him. And in her smile, Biff saw that she was proud of her tits and happy that he was enjoying them. Sandy wasn't coy, as all the other girls he had necked with had been. Sandy was a real woman, Biff thought. And that thought intoxicated him.
Now Biff acted without even thinking. His instincts as a horny young boy took over.
He dropped his face onto Sandy's tits. She caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair.
The incredible softness of her tits on Biff's face was a revelation. Tits had fitted Biff's lustful thoughts for years. Now he knew why – tits were the most wonderful source of warmth and happiness a man can experience.
For several minutes, Biff moved his face over Sandy's tits. He buried his face between them and slid his cheeks across her erect nipples.
Opening his mouth, Biff took one nipple between his teeth. His tongue licked it gently, then more hungrily.
Sandy pulled Biff's face tightly to her tit. Biff could hardly breathe. But he bit down until his teeth were buried in Sandy's tit and her nipple was deep in his mouth.
"Ah-h-h-h-b-h-h-h," Sandy moaned wantonly and held Biff's face even more tightly to her swollen tit.
After munching on one tit, Biff slid his mouth to the other. Then he took the first tit he had sucked into his hand. It felt different now that it was wet with his saliva.
"Oh, Biff," Sandy moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h."
Biff had never heard a girl moan like that. He hoped it meant that she was as hot as he was. Biff couldn't help worrying that she would stop him. After all, every other chick he had necked with had stopped him before he had gotten even this far.
But Sandy wasn't stopping him. In fact, she was beginning to wiggle in his embrace in a delirium of passion.
There was still more territory to conquer before Biff could fuck-her. Now that he was feasting on her tits, her pussy began to beckon from within her jeans.
Still sucking one of her luscious tits, Biff lowered a hand to a warm thigh. As he gave Sandy's thigh a squeeze, he felt her body shiver.
Biff's hand went right to the inside of Sandy's thigh. The denim of her jeans was warm with the heat of her body. And as Biff moved his hand higher, he thought the denim was damp as well.
Just having his hand near her cunt was exciting. And when Sandy spread her thighs, Biff took that as an invitation to her most intimate region.
Running his fingertips over her crotch, Biff was thrilled by the feeling of her pussy mound beneath her jeans. He thought he could actually feel her pubic hair pressed between her cunt and her tight jeans.
But there was no way he could explore her cunt the way he longed to as long as she had her pants on. Jeans could be like armor, luff realized. He wished girls still wore skins. But he wasn't going to let this denim barrier stop him.
His fingers crawled to the button at the waistband of the jeans. It didn't take long for him to pop it open. Pulling down her zipper was easy enough; Sandy seemed willing to let him explore.
Biff had to rise a bit to get his hand into Sandy's opened pants. So he lifted his face from her tits and kissed her mouth again. He was thrilled and surprised by the way Sandy bit his lips with her sharp teeth.
Sandy sank down lower cm the couch. She was almost lying down now.
Biff slid his fingers down tier belly and under the top of her bikini panties. Just under the elastic waistband, he met her tangled pubic hair.
This was almost too much for Biff to stand. He wanted to pull her pants off her, and his own as well. But he couldn't act like a madman. He had to keep his head, even though his fingers were about an inch from the entrance to Sandy's body.
When Biff tried to reach that hidden crevice, though, he found that the crotch of her jeans was hugging her cunt too tightly for him to get his hand down there.
But he couldn't keep himself from trying. He began shaving his hand into the tight area of Sandy's cunt.
"Ow-w-w-w," Sandy cried. "Wait, wait."
Again, Biff felt like a fool. Here he was with this cool chick who was letting him have all he wanted, and he was acting like a horny, inexperienced kid. And when he remembered that's, what he was, he felt even more foolish.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Biff prayed that his clumsy groping wouldn't turn off this terrific chick.
He was looking down at Sandy's heavenly tits again. But what he saw her doing now made him forget all about her tits.
Grabbing her jeans, Sandy lifted her ass from the couch and pulled them down. Along with her jeans went her underpants. As she slipped her jeans down her thighs, though, her underpants remained caught around her wide hips.
Biff's eyes bulged. The top of Sandy's underpants crossed her cunt at an angle. Half of her pubic patch was exposed to the boy's hungry eyes.
Sandy kicked her jeans from her feet. Biff took his eyes from her cunt just long enough to appreciate her long, slender legs. Every inch of this chick's body was gorgeous. Then Biff's eyes were back at her cunt.
Sandy sat still with her underpants half covering her pussy while she watched Biff. He could feel her eyes on him. But he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't lift his gaze from her cunt, nor could he pull her underpants down the rest of the way. He was frozen with lust.
Finally, though, Biff lifted a shaking hand. He grabbed her underpants and pulled them down. Again Sandy lifted her ass.