Responding to his touch, her nipples went stiff and long, poking out sharply under her bra and shirt. Jim ran his thumbs over the throbbing nubs, and Cindy felt bursts of pleasure that almost made her gasp.
On the screen the couple was, moaning hoarsely. The woman's body rocked and convulsed and the man's hips jerked furiously. As they finally slumped together, satisfied and panting, the picture faded and the movie was over. The news came on and Jim and Cindy sighed with disappointment.
"Shit," Jim said, "I wish we could have the whole thing."
"Me, too," Cindy said. "That was really something."
"Well," he grinned, "I guess we'll just have to make our own movie." He slipped his hands up under her tee-shirt and felt the tightly-packed cups of her skimpy bikini bra.
"Jim, what are you doing?" Cindy squealed.
"Playing with your tits, of course," be said. "Come on, honey, we've been going together, for four months now. Can't we do more than just kiss and hold hands?"
Ordinarily Cindy would have said no, for her parents had drummed it into her that nice girls don't have anything to do with sex before marriage. But tonight she was feeling so wildly horny she just couldn't resist Jim's touch. That sexy movie, her interrupted frigging, and now his exciting tit play – everything had gotten her frantic with lust.
"Well, I guess it would be okay to play with my tits," she consented, "but nothing below the waist, Jim."
"Sure, honey, sure," he sighed happily.
He pushed her shirt up over her bra and stared at her tits. Cindy's luscious round tits were the size and shape of large grapefruits, and they seemed about to burst from her flimsy white lace bra. Quickly Jim reached around and unhooked her bra, then pushed it up and tucked it in her shirt. He gawked at her naked tits.
"Gorgeous," he said hoarsely.
Cindy's tits were creamy-pale and flawless, capped with deep pink nipples. Her nipples stood out stiff and throbbing. Jim cupped the naked satiny flesh and molded and squeezed hot fistfuls of tit. Cindy couldn't help moaning with excitement. It felt even better than when he'd touched her tits through her clothes.
"Ohhhhhh, wow, that's nice!" she cried.
"I know something even nicer," Jim said.
He bent down, flicked out his wet red tongue, and started lashing her rigid pulsating nipples. Cindy shivered and squealed. His tongue felt deliciously juicy and hot on her swollen sensitive nipples. As he hungrily tongue-lashed her nipples, she felt another big hot burst of cream from her virgin cunt. Her crotch was getting soaked, but she couldn't control that horny juicing.
"Oooooooo, Jim, that feels great!" she squealed.
Jim used his thick red tongue to lash hard and fast at her stiff pink nipples, and every touch of the wet meat sent shivers of pleasure running from her tits right down to her steadily creaming pussy. Her tits swelled up with arousal, and she moaned hoarsely. Jim was right – this sure beat kissing and holding hands.
"Mmmmmm," Cindy moaned.
Suddenly Jim caught her left nipple between his lips and sucked it hard into his mouth. Cindy gasped, then whined with excitement. He was sucking on her tit like a hungry puppy, and it felt terrific. His mouth was hot and juicy around her swollen bud, and sharp jolts of pleasure streaked to her creaming slit. She was getting so achingly horny, she could have screamed. If only she could play with herself!
Well, why not? Jim was busy sucking her tit, and he wouldn't notice. She just had to get some relief for that hot nagging sensation in her pussy. While Jim sucked fast and loud on her stiff nipple, Cindy slid her hand down inside her jeans and panties and started frigging her swollen little clit. She made her finger stiff and she rubbed briskly.
"Ohhhhhh, ahhhh!" she moaned.
Jim wondered what was making her so excited. He knew his sucking felt good, but it couldn't have provoked those hoarse cries of pleasure. Still working her taut nipple in his mouth, he glanced down and saw that Cindy had shoved her hand inside her pants. He could see a jerking bulge just at her crotch. He let her nipple pop from his mouth and grinned at her.
"Hey, honey, why don't you let me do that for you?" he said.
Cindy blushed hotly and jerked her hand out of her pants. "I just couldn't help it," she said lamely. "I felt so horny."
"Hey, no biggie," Jim soothed. "Everybody beats off. But it'd feel a whole lot better if I did it for you."
"It would?" Cindy said wonderingly.
"Sure," he said, "it's always more fun with two people. Let me just show you."
Before Cindy could say another word, he'd slipped his hand inside her jeans. She felt his fingers creep into her panties and touch the warm soft curls of her pussy. He fumbled around and found the swollen little lump of her clit. Pressing a fingertip against the taut burning flesh, he began to rub. Cindy gasped as hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried.
"See?" Jim grinned. "What'd I tell you?"
Jim was right again. He was doing the sane thing she would have done, rubbing a stiff finger briskly back and forth over her swollen juicy clit, but somehow it felt much more exciting than when she did it to herself. She slumped back against the couch, gurgling with pleasure and helplessly soaking his finger with hot gushing pussy juice.
"Unzip your jeans, honey, and I can do this better," Jim said.
Dizzily Cindy grabbed the tab of her zipper and tugged it down, freeing Jim's hand for more movement. Now he could frig her clit faster and harder, his finger zipping over the slick hot button. Cindy panted and moaned as the delicious sensations melted her hungry virgin cunt. She'd never felt anything so good in her life.
"Ahhhhhhh, fantastic," she sighed. "I just love the way you're doing that, Jim."
"It's gonna get even better," he promised.
He seized her swollen clit between his forefinger and thumb and began kneading it.
"Oooooo!" Cindy squealed.
Right again – that beading action was even better than the rubbing. As he rolled her throbbing clit between his fingers, Cindy felt herself spinning helplessly toward an urgently needed orgasm. Her big blue eyes started to roll, and her pretty face contorted in a grimace of lust.
"Unnhhhhh, Jim, you're making me come!"
She gasped.
The violent climax rocked her petite curvy body, and Jim felt her clit throbbing and squirting between his kneading fingers. Cindy howled with pleasure and drenched his whole hand with her flooding cunt juice. He frigged her clit fast and hard as she came, intensifying her sensation. At last she flopped back against the couch, red-faced and gasping.
"Oh, wow, that was terrific," she sighed.
"I can bring you off again if you want," Jim said eagerly.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, great," Cindy said, flashing him a greedy grin.
"But you'll have to take off your panties," he added.
"How come?" Cindy asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything," he assured her. "But I want to touch you lower down. I can't reach down there when you've got your panties on."
Cindy's lust and curiosity got the better of her. After all, she told herself, if they didn't go all the way, there was no harm done. She quickly skinned out of her jeans and panties and tossed them on the floor, naked except for the shirt and bra tucked up around her neck. Jim stared pop-eyed at her luscious young body.
His eyes raced from her swollen stiff-nippled tits down to the dainty blonde triangle of her pussy. She had her thighs slightly parted, and he could see just a glimpse of rosy-pink gash fringed with little golden curls. Jim's cock was already stiff just from touching her, and now it swelled painfully in his tight jeans. Eagerly he slid his hand between her legs and felt the sewing wet flesh of her pussy.
Cindy quivered with lusty excitement as Jim ran his fingers over the swollen sensitive flesh of her cunt. She just couldn't stop creaming, and he soon had a palm full of sizzling pussy juice. He found the tiny wet mouth of her cunt and stuck a thick fingertip into the molten pit. Cindy squealed, and he felt the muscular ring of her cunt gripping and releasing his finger. He wedged his finger about an inch into her virgin cunt.