"Oh, oh, yes, yes!" she cried in a tight whisper. Janice's head fell back, her mouth open as she sucked in air. They were so strange, so odd, those feelings rushing through her now. Janice began to feel things she'd only read about. Her nipples hurt, pressing against the halter of her bikini, her tits felt so hot and sticky. Janice felt Billy's chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. When it rose, his grip tightened around her waist until every hard inch of his body seemed to be pressing against hers.

Billy slipped his hands down her body and back onto her ass again. As he pulled her tighter to him, he gave a little thrust with his hips. This time Janice didn't try pulling away. Oh no! She was enjoying this to the hilt. Every touch, every little hump and bump sent her brain soaring. Her feet touched his. She draped her arms helplessly over his broad shoulders and sucked wildly on his tongue.

No, there was no stopping now. Janice didn't want to stop. Her mother could have walked into the place now and she wouldn't be able to stop. A rush of feelings had turned her into a sex maniac. Having her ass squeezed like that felt so good. Billy's hands were gentle as well as strong. It was only when he started humping harder against her that she started to worry.

Her body was doing funny, weird things when that happened. She was creaming heavily, the juice trickling maddeningly between her cunt hairs. And the tingle she'd felt earlier between her legs had become a more urgent, concentrated feeling. Her plump cunt lips were aching to be touched, to be rubbed together. Janice groaned into his mouth, tightening her arms around his neck. Spittle oozed from between their mouths and dribbled down their chins.