Mike was panting like a steam engine. He had one hand on the back of Tina's head but it just rested there lightly. The cock-hungry girl needed no guidance and no encouragement. She knew what she was doing – and it was what she wanted to be doing.
Clyde and Linda exchanged a glance. Clyde grinned.
Linda didn't dare grin. She didn't want to draw attention to her mouth!
They both looked back at Tina.
"Ummm," Tina sighed, as her lips dragged up.
Then, sucking on his cockhead, her cheeks hollowing in, she purred with voracious delight. Her head continued to fall and rise in a slow but steady rhythm.
Will she keep on doing that? Linda wondered. Is she going to let him come in her mouth? Ooooh! Does she swallow it?
Tina glanced sideways.
When she saw that Linda and Clyde were both leaning over the back of the seat, watching her, she gave a little giggle, the sound muffled by Mike's prick, and her lips turned up in a smile around the smoking slab of his cockhead.
It was evident that the naughty nymph didn't care that they were watching her – she seemed to enjoy their attention, in fact, for she began sucking even harder and more attentively. Mike had a huge grin on his face, his head thrown back, eyes narrowed.
"You lucky bastard," Clyde rasped.
"Yeah, baby – that's it!" Mike moaned. "Ohhhh – suck it, baby – suck me off!"
"Ummm," Tina purred.
She pulled her lips away for a moment. She stared down at his cock, wanting to get a look at what she was sucking, to see how her efforts had caused his prick to swell and throb. The cleft of his cock-knob was parted and a few sticky drops of jism bubbled out.
Tina gasped when she saw those slimy drops of juice. She kissed the tip of his prick and her tongue slid across, gathering up his jism. She let the foamy drops run over her taste buds for a moment, then swallowed.
"Yummy," she sighed.
Another fat drop oozed out.
Linda watched Tina's tongue gather it up. Then Tina took his cock back into her mouth and began to suck again, greedily, those preliminary drops of jism having made her really ravenous for the full load of his cum.
"Come," she whispered, speaking right into the meaty microphone of his cock. "Come for me, Mike – come in my mouth!"
"Yeah! Yeah!" he croaked.
"I want to drink your hot, thick jism," she whispered.
"Oh, baby – suck it out!" he wailed.
Tina folded her fist around the root of his prick. She began to frig him up and down as her lips worked on his cock-knob, wanting him to shoot, adding the stimulation of her hand to that of her lips and tongue so that she was jerking him off in her mouth. Her fist rose up and met her lips as they slurped down. Then her hand descended to the root of his cock and his bloated cock-knob flared in her lips.
Her tongue laved against the sensitive point where the fat, throbbing vein spread out into the underside of his huge, wedge-shaped cockknob. She had truly gone suck-crazy now. Her face was a mask of lust as she savored that delicious mouthful of prick and hungered for the cream of his jism.
Mike's heels drummed against the floorboard. His body had begun to tremble and shake, as his orgasm drew near. His ass heaved up from the seat, fucking his prick into her mouth.
Moist, juicy slurps made her mouth sound like a suction pump.
Mike howled.
Tina squealed with joy as his hot load hosed her mouth. The thick stuff splashed in her throat and poured down her gullet. She sucked and swallowed, but there was too much to drink all at once. Slimy ribbons of joyjuice bubbled from her lips and ran down his throbbing cockshaft. A line of spunk trickled down her chin.
She kept sucking. Mike kept coming, dose after dose jetting into her throat, skimming over her tongue, pooling up in her hollowed cheeks. He was whitewashing her tonsils with steaming jism and she was voraciously milking out every precious drop.
At last he was drained, his balls emptied. His cock stopped spurting. Tina continued to suck adoringly on his spent cock, making certain that she had milked out every sweet drop of spunk that lingered in his stalk or knob. She drew her lips away, licking them. Her face was radiant with joy. Then she bent down again and began using her tongue to lap up the errant drops of cum that had escaped her lips.
She tongued the sticky stuff up from his hairy balls and she lapped greedily up his cockshaft, tonguing up the creamy ribbons. She worked on his cockhead again. At last she had lapped him clean. The head of his prick glistened, polished to a luster.
"Christ – that was sure a great blowjob!" Mike smiled.
Tina grinned happily at the compliment. "I've had lots of practice," she said.
Linda was stunned.
How could Tina admit such a thing? Sucking a guy off was naughty enough – but admitting she had sucked lots of guys off seemed even worse. What a naughty girl she was!
Now that naughty girl was snuggling up affectionately to Mike.
"I love your prick," Tina whispered. "Maybe I'll suck you off again in a little while."
He grunted his approval.
They cuddled contentedly.
But although they were snuggling, Linda noticed that Mike did not kiss Tina.
Nobody wants to kiss a cocksucker, she thought.
CHAPTER TWO
Now that the performance in the front seat had ended – or gone into intermission – Clyde renewed his assault on Linda with more determination than ever. His passion had been inspired by watching Mike get a blow job, and his envy had been aroused by his friend's good fortune in selecting a girl who blew without protest. Now Clyde was damned well determined to get something for himself.
Linda was having more trouble fighting him off, too – not because he was trying harder, but because she had also been inspired to passion by the oral lovemaking they'd watched. She had ambivalent attitudes about the situation.
On the one hand, she thought that Tina must be a terrible tramp and she certainly wouldn't envy the girl the reputation that she would have acquired through giving head on a first date. But, on the other hand, Linda felt jealous and envious of the pleasure involved. Tina had obviously adored that tasty mouthful of prick and that drink of hot cum and it had certainly looked like a lovely thing to do, and Linda was wishing, in one way, that she, too, were a tramp – so she could suck Clyde's cock. It was a difficult situation.
Linda felt that she was walking a tightrope, treading a thin line between gratification and deprival, purity and passion. Was it, after all, better to be chaste – and frustrated? Or to be a tramp – but satisfied.
She kept recalling how Tina's sweet lips had dragged up that fat cockstalk and caressed that swollen cock-knob, and how Mike had whimpered and squirmed, and – most exciting of all – how he had squirted his spunk into the girl's eager mouth. Tina had obviously been enjoying cocksucking for some time. Yet she was the same age as Linda. Linda knew that someday she was going to have to give her first blowjob and, for that matter, lose her cherry.
Was this a suitable occasion?
Clyde was strong and handsome and popular. Yet, she wasn't in love with him.
But he had a big prick – could she love that stiff prick without loving the man to whom it was attached?
She wished that she had never come on this double date with Tina – and yet, she didn't regret having watched Tina in action because it had been the most thrilling thing she had ever seen.
Clyde was so hot and horny that his face looked haggard and haunted as he leaned toward her, both hands groping for tit and cunt, his eyes glowing with desperate need.
Linda was weakening.
His persistence was breaking her down – aided by a secret ally in Linda's own loins, for her pussy had turned traitor on the virginal girl, sabotaging her chastity from within. Her clit felt like a stick of exploding dynamite, ready to blow up, and her cunt was flowing like a river of steaming lava.