His hand cupped one of Jane's tits. His fingers tightened on the firm flesh. His palm pressed against her erect nipple.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Jane sighed.

Joey couldn't believe it. In his hand was such a gorgeous object it made him burn with passion. And the sound of Jane's sigh made holding her tit a hundred times more exciting.

Jane's tit was bigger than it looked! Joey couldn't even contain all of it in his hand. And it was very heavy, as he learned when he began moving it around on her chest.

As he played with her tit, Jane's fingers began digging into Joey's thigh.

The boy had never been so horny. And he had never had so much fun. From now on, he would stick with the older girls, he told himself.

Joey's hand went from one tit to the other. And rather than merely holding them, Joey was examining the nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He ran his hand all around her enormous globes, trying to memorize their beautiful shape.

As they continued kissing, and as Joey kept massaging Jane's tits, the girl seemed to be heating up. She was thrusting her chest out, pressing her tits even tighter into Joey's hand. And her hand had crept so far into his crotch he could feel it against his balls.

So Joey decided it was time to slip his hand in side Jane's jersey.

Feeling her tender skin as he slipped his hand up along her ribs again, Joey knew that holding her naked tits was going to be spectacular. But it wasn't until he actually wrapped his fingers around her warm mountain of tit flesh that he realized how wonderful it was.

What was it about tits that made him so wild with lust? Joey wondered. Sure, they were incredibly soft and pliant. They were warm and heavy. And their shape was perfect. But they seemed to have a magical effect on him. He was completely overwhelmed by them.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Jane purred like a kitten.