6 Please, Take Them off

They necked for a while, pretty innocent stuff, and when he made no move to go further, Lisa took hold of his hand and planted it firmly on her lovely lush tit. She felt him tense and dig his tongue deeper into her mouth. His fingers dug into her tit and circled the big tit around on her chest. She'd left off her bra this evening on purpose.

"Mmmmm, squeeze my tit, honey. Squeeze it," she panted, breaking off their wet kiss. She pressed her body against his and forced her tit into his palm.

"Your tits are so beautiful, Lisa," he grunted, massaging her strongly now with his hand. "They're just so big and beautiful."

"Take my tits out. Play with them. Undress me," she moaned. And she caressed the hair at the back of his head with her fingers. His hand was sending sparks into her tit.

He stared at her for a moment in the dim light of the car, as if he wasn't sure he'd heard right. He switched his hand to her other tit and began squeezing and mauling it with the same firm motions. He was amazed at the size and firmness of her tits. He'd never dreamed they would feel this nice.

"Go ahead," she encouraged. "If really want you to. Open my shirt and play with my tits. Don't be shy."

She thrust out her tits at him, and slowly he began to unbutton the front of her shirt. He watched the great heavy swells of her tits come into view, all golden brown and smooth. Then he could see the paler skin that had been covered by her bathing suit. Finally he had her shirt fully open and he stared at the naked tits with his mouth open.

"You like them? Are my tits pretty?" she teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. She couldn't help but smile at the expression on his face.

"My God, Lisa. They're fantastic!" he croaked.

He was staring at the lush pink circles that capped both tits like painted silver dollars. And at the thick nipples that jutted up more than half an inch off the puffy rings. His mouth seemed to be watering.

"You can suck my tits if you like. Would you like that? Do you want to take my nipples in your mouth and suck them?" Lisa was enjoying herself. She felt completely in control of the situation. She was setting the pace. She was leading him from step to step.

There was a deep groan and he was leaning forward, opening his mouth, sinking his lips onto the swollen stiff nubs of her nut-brown nipples. He moved from one tit to the other quickly, as if he couldn't settle for just one. But then he slowed down some, stayed with one long nipple for the better part of a minute. He sucked on it hungrily, drawing the nipple up even higher off its ring of puffy pink skin.

"OOOOOOH, baby, yes! Suck it like that!" she moaned. His mouth really did feel good on her tit. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes and let him suck like a contented baby. She could feel her pussy growing wet already.

Doug lifted his lips up off the one nipple and began kissing all around it hungrily. Then he was heading down alongside her tit into her cleavage, kissing and licking as he went, fraying a trail of spit behind. Up the slope of her other tit he moved, till finally he reached the second stiff nipple. He licked and kissed all around this nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

"Yes! So nice! So very nice!" she murmured sleepily. She sank a little lower in her seat. She wondered what she might like to have him do next.

"Mmmnnnmmnulfln," he groaned, nipping her tit with his teeth and circling his tongue pound and around her nipple.

"Open my pants. Feel my pussy," she muttered, trying her best to retain control of herself. She humped her crotch up at him in invitation.

Still sucking her nipple, he reached down with one hand and groped for the tab of her fly. When he found it he tugged down and the zipping sound seemed as loud as a gunshot. He stuffed his hand into her panties and ran his fingers through the lush fleece of her pussy hair. It was as far as he could go. Her jeans were too tight against her skin.

"Help me pull down my pants. Help me!" she groaned, wriggling her hips and pushing at her jeans with her hands. She lifted her ass high off the car seat.

As if he were waking up from a dream, Doug raised his mouth off one stiff nipple and stared about him. His face was dazed and flushed between the twin mounds of her lush tits. Both her nipples stuck up wet and shiny nearly an inch off her tits. They threw long shadows across her creamy skin.

"My pants! Pull my pants down!" she urged, jerking her crotch at him. Her tits wobbled and jerked lewdly.

At last he seemed to hear her. He hooked his hands into her jeans and helped her shove her jeans down off her crotch. They forced the pants over her lovely slender thighs and past her knees. Soon the jeans were free of one foot and tangled uselessly around the other. Her legs were brown and slim and lovely.

"My panties too! Take off my panties!" she croaked, and again she thrust her crotch up at him.

Doug stared at the pretty triangle of her pale-blue panties stretched tautly over the hump of her cunt. He could see the tufted curls of her pussy hair crushed under the sheer material. A couple of tiny blonde hairs peeked over the elastic top at him. His mouth fell open again, and he groaned deeply.

"Please take them off! Please!" she urged. She held her ass up several inches off the car seat. With one hand, she'd shoved down on one side of her panties, and a thick sliver of blonde cunt hair was now clearly visible.

He hesitated a second longer, then suddenly he was dipping his head, planting his mouth firmly on the covered outline of her cunt. He began licking her pussy through her panties, wetting her panties so that the shape of her cunt showed clearly through the sheer material.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" she groaned. This wasn't what she had in mind at all. She wanted to stay in control of the situation. She didn't want to lose her head this way.

"Mmmfff, mmmmmm..." he mumbled, kissing her cunt through her panties. The tip of his tongue was poking at her cunt slit.