They fell backward onto the couch. Ginny heard the springs below groaning and thought the piece of furniture would collapse under their double weight.

"Oh, no, no!" she gasped.

She felt her spine pressing against the cool brown leather of the cushions. She felt him slip one thigh over hers. He was fumbling around, unfastening her bra, pulling it from her body. How good and free it was to have her big tits resting naked on her chest. Justin drew back, admiring her tits, then let out a long, low whistle. He moved his hands inward, his fingers cupping her lush tits.

"Been thinking about this for a long time. I've seen your tits bobbin' up and down against those tight sweaters you wear. Never thought I'd have'em in my hands this soon, though."

He bent down, stray strands of his dark hair falling over his forehead. In a moment Ginny felt his lips cupping around one of her stiff nipples. It was the weirdest feeling she'd had in a long time. A guy was actually sucking her nipples. She felt his lips caressing her sore, tender tit-tips, his tongue rubbing over the hard flesh. At the same time, Justin was squeezing her tits with one hand, drawing the flesh together while nibbling her tit-tip. Ginny felt her cunt explode in a myriad of bright sensations. Arching her spine, she pushed the back of her head against the cushions flailing her legs against the cushions, the young teenage girl yammered for mercy. Oh, oh, just having him suck her nipples that way was driving her up the wall. A steady, pulsing beat began in her clit, driving its way through her body.

"God – man, man, suckin' tit. Suckin' your tit!"

Justin smacked his lips, then moved his head to the left and dropped back down once more.