David St Martin

A visit from sis

CHAPTER ONE

"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.