"What a juicy cunt!" Jerry enthused.
"What a nice big prick," Tom said and then, realizing what he had said, he blushed furiously.
But Jerry hadn't noticed Tom's slip.
And it was a nice big prick, anyhow.
Clyde and Tina had their heads tilted sideways and thrust them over the back of the seat so that, cheek to cheek, they could watch the dipping and emerging of Mike's prick in Linda's pussy. The sight was so pleasing that they began to play with each other, frigging and stroking cock and clit as if, by their actions, they could echo the more satisfying encounter that they observed.
Tina was wondering if she had made a mistake by introducing virginal Linda to sex.
Linda was obviously a fucker of great capacity, endurance and stamina, maybe even insatiable – and Tina began to worry that there might not be enough prick to go around in the future.
Linda was starting to cream again.
As her cunt pulled up, clinging and clutching and sucking, streaky rivers of cunt juice ran down Mike's emerging cockstalk and pooled around his swollen balls. Her cunt squished juicily, slurping like a mouth, and her clit was so hot that it was singeing his meat. She had pushed her ass out, so that every inch of his cock was running across her clit as his prick went in and out – and in the process she had given the four watchers an even better view of her cock-filled pussy.
"Oh!" she gasped, as a thrill lanced her loins.
Then that thrill was repeated, then came again, the series starting to ripple toward the crest. She drove her cunt down to the root of his prick, her cuntlips parting and gluing themselves to his loins, plastered there by her sticky cuntjuice so that, when she rose up again, they slurped free with a moist sound.
Mike began to tremble.
"Come in me!" Linda wailed.
"Take it, baby!" he howled.
His jism rushed into her cunt like a tidal wave, and her cunt juice poured out to mingle with it, two creamy tides breaking on the rocky shore of their simultaneous release.
She fucked him until they were both drained.
A blissful look appeared on her face. A look of utter contentment.
And yet, despite that contentment, Linda cast a glance at Clyde, wondering, greedily, if he was capable of spurting another hot load of cum into her mouth or cunt.
But Clyde and Tina had gotten carried away.
As soon as they saw that the fuck they were watching was finished, they moved together by tacit understanding.
They were fucking like crazy in the front seat.
Linda sighed. She guessed that she was going to have to wait a while before she got her third fuck or her second mouthful. It seemed a shame to waste time, now that she had commenced fucking in earnest.
She hoped that it was a long film…
Tom and Jerry had moved on to the front window and were watching Clyde fuck Tina. But they didn't stay until the end. Interesting as the sight was, both of the voyeurs were so horny from having watched Linda ride Mike's prick that they simply had to get their meat beat without delay. They could not concentrate on watching another fuck until they had gotten their balls emptied.
They glanced at each other.
"Gotta jack off," Jerry muttered.
"Me, too!" Tom gasped.
They hesitated for a moment, both with the same idea. Would it be possible to jerk off where they were, while they watched Clyde and Tina screwing? But then both realized that would be a dangerous pursuit. If they were discovered, cocks in hands, they could hardly plead innocence. No, they had to seek privacy.
"Better go back to the car," Tom said.
"Or the bathroom," Jerry suggested.
The two boys, being strictly heterosexual, always felt a little sheepish when they had to jack off side by side in the car.
Jerry said, "Why don't you go to the car and I'll go to the bathroom?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Tom agreed, glad of a chance to beat off in privacy.
They moved off in different directions, after one last longing look at Tina and Clyde.
Jerry headed for the restroom.
He looked like a pregnant woman, with the front of his dress looming out, tented by his prick, and he was walking bow-legged because his balls were so full that they bulged out his thighs.
He almost went into the men's room, from habit.
At the last moment, he realized that he was in drag. He turned into the women's room.
Tom headed back to the Pontiac. But he never made it.
He had to walk past the Eldorado, on his way – and nobody with a hard-on ever got past Thelma Wright.
CHAPTER TEN
When she saw that the young couple was separating, Thelma turned to Homer, who still had his cock out, and gave him a questioning look. Words were seldom necessary between the two, since their inclinations were so much in accord and they were always thinking the same thing, and Homer nodded and said, "Certainly, my dear."
Tom was wobbling up alongside the Eldorado, his hands jammed in his side pockets in a futile attempt to hide his erection.
Thelma slid the electric window down and leaned out.
"Young man!" she called.
Tom halted and blushed. Christ! He hoped this wasn't some old prude who had noticed his hard-on and intended to give him a piece of her mind or to chew him out for his embarrassing condition.
"Yeah?" he said, sullenly.
But then he saw that this was a very good-looking lady, and that she was smiling.
He stepped up to the window.
"Yeah?" he repeated.
"I couldn't help but notice that you have a hard-on," said Thelma, getting right to the point.
"Errr…" What the fuck did a fella say when a broad – a good-looking broad who was smiling – said something like that? Tom could only gape at her in confusion.
"I suppose your girlfriend won't take care of it for you, is that it?"
"I ain't got a girlfriend," Tom said. Then he remembered that, although he didn't, he was supposed to have a girl, and he said, "I mean – the girl that I'm with ain't really – errr – I mean, she won't put out."
"I see. She's probably gone to the lady's room to finger-fuck and remove temptation, I imagine."
This was strange talk from a stranger. Tom was utterly perplexed.
"And I suppose that you were going to beat your meat back in your car, while she was gone. Right?"
"Well – errr…"
"I hate to see a nice young man frustrated," Thelma said. "Would you like me to empty your balls for you?"
Tom could hardly believe it.
She smiled, her tongue sliding across her lips.
"Are you serious?" he croaked.
"Perfectly. You may fuck me – or you can shoot in my mouth, which ever you prefer."
"Yeah!" Tom cried.
He reached for the door handle.
Then he saw that the blonde was not alone – and that the guy with her had a prick like a telephone pole sticking out from the front of his trousers, the cockhead glowing in the darkness.
"Errr – who's that guy, then?" he asked.
"Oh, don't mind Homer – he's just my husband," Thelma said, and she opened the door.
Her husband?
It seemed all very mysterious to him.
"Homer likes to watch," Thelma explained.
And then it all came clear in Tom's mind – because Tom knew something about voyeurism, himself.
Lord! At long last he was going to fuck a girl!
Would he have a tale to tell Jerry!
Counting his blessings, Tom got in the Eldorado.
Thelma quickly hiked her bouncy ass up and slid across Tom's lap, so that Tom was seated in the middle – where Homer would be able to get a good look at the action.
Tom couldn't help but shoot a look at Homer's mighty prick. He felt a little embarrassed. His own cock was big enough, and certainly hard and full of spunk, but it was like a pencil compared to that huge cock. Tom could feel the heat from Homer's huge cock wafting in the car. He wondered why a woman who had access to a prick like that would ever settle for less. But then he figured that she probably used lesser pricks as foreplay and liked to get her husband real excited in the process.