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Chapter 7
Mike and Tina got back in the front seat, figuring that Linda ought to have as much comfort and room to
maneuver as possible on her first fucking.
Clyde had embraced the blonde girl and was commencing some passionate foreplay while Mike started
to grope Tina, too. But Tina pushed him away, telling him to wait. Tina was never a selfish girl and she
wanted Mike to save his hard-on for Linda's second fuck.
There was a definite touch of the voyeur about Tina. She always liked to watch a friend get fucked.
Nor did Linda object. In the past, Linda would never have allowed anyone to watch when she was
being intimate, but there was too much water under the bridge now to worry about that. In fact, Tina's
presence was lending her moral support as Linda prepared, ever so willingly, to lose her cherry.
She squirmed in Clyde's embrace.
He was stroking and petting her and whispering passionate words, but the foreplay was really no more
than a formality. Seduction was not needed because Linda was hot to fuck.
She slid back along the seat, her knees lifting and her thighs parting.
She smiled up at her first lover.
Clyde kicked his trousers off so they would not hamper his movements, wanting to throw a super fuck
into Linda, to make her first fuck a memorable affair. He began stroking the insides of her thighs. His
hands didn't feel as good as Tina's, but they felt good enough and her pussy began to steam.
Linda arched her slender back, tilting her juicy cunt up into a fucking angle. Clyde gazed down between
her legs, and for a wonderful moment Linda thought that he was going to go down on her. And maybe
he would have, if his friend Mike had not been watching. It was a case of the observer affecting the
observed. Clyde moved up, mounting Linda.
She threw her sleek thighs around him.
He fitted the head of his prick into her cunt. Linda felt his cockhead throbbing at the entrance to her
pussy, and her whole body began to vibrate and shudder in tempo.
He fed her half of his cock-knob.
"Am I hurting you, Linda?"
"No-no-just put it in me, Clyde," she whispered. "Put your cock in me-all of it!" Her voice rose with the
final words, sounding the urgency of her desire.
Clyde slipped his prick into her.
His cock went in all the way on the first thrust, and effortlessly, which surprised him. Linda was a virgin,
all right, but her cunt had been stuffed full of various phallic-shaped objects during the last year or so.
She had fucked herself with bananas and sausages. She had grown fond of a salami and had been
gangbanged by a dozen hotdogs, as well as giving her pussy a thorough going-over with an electric
toothbrush.
Clyde jammed his cock in to the hilt.
His belly slapped hers, and their hipbones jarred together. Linda squirmed on his prick. Her hot, slippery
pussy was working on his buried cock, pulling and twisting and clamping like a velvet vise. He cupped
her fat tits, squeezing, as he held the penetration and let her slick cunt work on his stiff cock. Then he
moved his hands down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly and tilting her cunt up at a higher angle. He
braced his knees on the seat.
Linda had one leg hooked around him, her heel pressing into the crack of his ass. Her other long,
smooth leg was extended, her foot against the door. Clyde adored the way her pussy was wringing his
cock. He looked down, gazing at the cleft of her cunt, divided by his cock, which was in so deep that his
balls were pressed to her ass.
Linda was heaving and whimpering as she discovered that being fucked full of big, hard prick was even
better than she had hoped for. She felt as if her belly was full and her hipbones dislodged by the massive
breadth of his cock, filling her full, reaching the parts of her cunt that no salami could satisfy. His
cockhead felt like a glowing lump of iron up her belly and his shaft was as hard and as hot as a heated
crowbar.
He was still holding steady.
"Fuck me," she rasped, between clenched teeth.
He drew back until only his cock-knob was struck up her pussy. His shaft, glistening with her juices
now, stood out between them like a big bolt riveting his belly to her crotch.
Linda whimpered forlornly as her cunt emptied.
Then he pushed his cock up her again.
She gasped with joy.
"Faster!" she cried. "Harder! Oh, do it, Clyde, do it! Fuck the ass off me!"
Clyde began to fuck her furiously and savagely, his ass corkscrewing as he ground his cock into her
cunt. Linda met him stroke for stroke, pushing her pussy to envelop his surging prick and then grinding
her hips from side to side as he withdrew, adding torque to the fiery friction of their fucking.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she chanted.
She heard Tina say, "Oooooh-Linda's a great fuck, huh?"
And she heard Mike say, "Yeah! I hope she don't change her mind about letting me fuck her next!"
Linda took their comments as compliments. She began to grind and churn more vigorously than ever as
she sought to earn their appreciation.
Her ass danced wildly.
Her hips worked like pistons, and her belly heaved. She had discovered how to work her cunt muscles,
applying suction. Clyde was grating his teeth and groaning. She had asked him to fuck the ass off her,
but it felt like she was fucking the ass off him, instead. He could feel his cock being ground to gristle in
her churning cunt.
He was fucking as fast as he could now, his ass a blur before the eyes of Tina and Mike.
His stiff prick seemed to be hissing as it ran up her hot cunthole.
Her cunt was steaming and his cock was hot and hard. Clyde could not remember his cock ever being
so hard and so hot. His prick was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork.
Clyde fucked into her, and she thrust to meet him. Her legs rose up, feet arched, toes pointing at the
roof. Then her thighs locked around him, squeezing, pulling him in. Her knees were like hooks and her
cunt was like a silken trap into which his cock was being dragged into at a frantic pace.
His balls were swelling. They slapped against her ass as he fucked up her pussy. He was getting ready to
shoot his wad.
Linda was more than ready to feel the first geyser of jism squirt into her smoldering pussy. The horny
teenager was longing for his hot, thick load.
Linda was ready to come at any moment.
All she had to do was let herself go, and the thrill of a climax would start to rampage through her fiery
loins. But she was holding back, trying not to come yet. She was waiting for Clyde so that she could
come with him in a simultaneous orgasm. This was going to be the first fuck orgasm that she had ever
known, and she wanted to feel his creamy jism hose her as she let her own wild pleasure run out in a
river of joy. She wanted this fuck to be a thing of wonder.
Clyde's pounding prick was swelling more and more with every stroke, spreading her cunt as it
ballooned inside her. Linda's cunt was squeezing his bloated cockmeat. Although she was trying hard not
to come, little squirts of cuntjuice were spurting from her hole, pumped out by the big prick that was
stuffing her to the brim with every mighty thrust. He was tilting her belly up and rocking her uplifted ass
from side to side.
She could hold it no longer.
She felt that if she didn't come she was going to dissolve, her bones melting and her blood boiling with
terrible and wonderful flames of her urgent need.
"Shoot in me!" she cried-a plea and a command in one.
Her cunt creamed.
And Clyde rose to the occasion.
He, too, had been trying to restrain himself, to hold back and wait for Linda. Out of vanity as much as
charity, he wanted to make the girl's first fuck a memorable one.
When he felt her pussy melt, he gave a strangled cry, his body shaking uncontrollably-and his thick jism
hosed her melting cunt with great streams of cum juice.
They kept pumping and grinding as they worked off their mutual orgasms to the last spasms and the final
drops.
Clyde, drained again, held himself rigid, mounted on her loins.
Linda continued to squirm under him for a moment, even though her climax had ended, reluctant to have
the wondrous sensation terminate and hoping that she might milk out another little thrill, another juicy
seepage, by her persistence.
Then she remembered, with a glow of expectation, that she didn't have to try to continue coming-with
Clyde. Mike was ready and waiting!
Linda looked toward the front of the car and saw Mike and Tina, their eager, interested faces side by
side, as they peered over the back of the seat, thrilled by the sight of her performance.
Tina was holding Mike's prick and he had his hand cupped over her ass, fingers trailing into her pussy
from behind, but they were not frigging each other-they were waiting for Linda to become available.
Available for Mike's thundering cock.
And available, once more, for Tina's eager eyes.
Mike gave Linda a questioning look. Linda smiled promisingly back at him.
"Hey, Clyde-it's my turn now," Mike said.
Clyde frowned slightly.
Linda's hot pussy had been such a treat that he was reluctant to share her cunt with his friend. His prick
was still up her pussy. Her juicy cunt was slick as a peach. Clyde was having some vague idea that
maybe he had ought to keep Linda for himself, maybe even ask her to go steady. It would be swell to
have a girl that no other guy had fucked-and yet who fucked like a whirling dervish.
But he didn't want to appear selfish or jealous or greedy, and he certainly didn't want to act like a prude.
He guessed he would leave it up to Linda.
Surely she wouldn't want to get fucked by two guys in the same night, not an innocent ex-virgin like
Linda. Surely she would want to be his alone.
He looked down at her.
Linda was grinning.
"You'll have to get off me now, Clyde," she said impishly. "Mike wants to take his turn."
Clyde groaned.
He slowly plucked his prick out of her cunthole. Her vacated pussy remained open in a welcoming oval
and as his cock popped out, and a deluge of cum and cuntjuice poured down her hairy crotch soaking
the back seat.
Clyde was glad that it was Mike's Car.
But then he brightened. The situation wasn't so bad. It wasn't as if Linda was the only girl in the car, and
it wasn't as if she was running off with Mike, to fuck in private, behind his back.
Clyde began to get excited about watching Mike fuck Linda.
His own cock and balls were finished for a while.
But he still had two good eyes ...

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Chapter 8
The four young, lusty fuckers and fuckwatchers in Mike's car were not the only voyeurs at that drive-in
movie. The place was a notorious passion pit, where few couples ever watched a film.
Most of the customers were young courting couples, often in Daddy's borrowed car, getting to know
each other in various ways. Too young or shy to rent a hotel room, these randy youngsters found the
drive-in a handy place to fuck. They had the privacy of their cars, and they didn't have to worry about
being interrupted by the cops, as they did if they parked in a lover's lane or a dark street.
So, kids came there to fuck and often never even knew what film was showing, going into a passionate
embrace as soon as the lights went off and interrupting the session only to go to the refreshment stand
and gulp down some Coke to replenish their vital body fluids. But not everyone was that sort. Some had
come to watch. But not the film ...
Directly behind Mike's car there was a new Eldorado, polished and gleaming in the reflected light from
the screen. In the Eldorado sat Homer Wright and his wife, Thelma. The Wrights were hardly typical of
the usual patrons of that drive-in. They were wealthy, for one thing, they were legally married and had a
bed of their own and, although not old, they were not young ... simply middle-aged.
They were similar in one way.
They were horny.
Homer was slightly overweight and wore steel-rimmed spectacles. He had his own business, which was
a huge success, and a prick, which was also huge.
Thelma was blonde and expensively suntanned from frequent trips to Florida or the Bahamas. She was
almost forty years old, but well preserved. She had a classical hour-glass figure, tiny waist, flaring hips
and a huge set of tits that loomed out without needing the support of a bra. She liked to dress
provocatively and she liked to give men suggestive looks. She always wore a garter belt and stockings,
and she usually wore her skirts short enough so that she could easily give passing strangers a good look
at her thighs.
Frequently, she gave those passing strangers more than a passing glance, as well.
Homer knew about these affairs. He didn't mind at all.
Not as long as he could watch ...
Homer and Thelma had a happy marriage, partly because he had such a big prick and partly because he
was so tolerant about letting Thelma have other pricks. They had been married for fifteen years, and they
still fucked with all the gusto of newlyweds, when they were alone together, but often they were not
alone.
It had started on their honeymoon.
On the third day after their wedding, Thelma had gotten a bit drunk in the hotel bar and had begun to flirt
with a strange man. The man had been receptive-although, to his credit, it must be said that he had no
idea that she was a newly married bride, or that her husband was watching them farther down the bar.
Then, after a while, Thelma realized, through a misty drunken haze, what she was doing. She blushed
and became embarrassed. Homer was already a wealthy man at that time, and Thelma, who had been a
showgirl, did not want to risk losing him for the sake of a brief encounter. She had excused herself and
gone down to where Homer was seated, drinking brandy and looking amused.
"Gee, honey-I'm sorry," she told him. "I guess I was flirting with that guy. I must-" she giggled merrily, "-I
must have forgotten that I was married now-and faithful."
To her surprise, Homer had looked disappointed.
"I thought you wanted to fuck him," he said.
"Aw, honey! I wouldn't cheat on you!" Thelma protested. At least not if you knew about it, she said to
herself.
But Homer grinned and said, "I wouldn't mind."
"Huh?"
"Honey-there's something you ought to know about me," Homer told her-and then he had told her what
it was.
Thelma was shocked.
Then she had considered the possibilities and she had grinned and become delighted.
Thelma had always been a promiscuous girl. She liked to be promiscuous.
She had intended to continue her promiscuity, despite being married, but she had supposed that it would
have to be secretive and discreet and that she would have to be careful that her husband never found out
about her affairs.
She was overjoyed to discover that Homer didn't mind what she did-in fact, he welcomed her
misbehavior.
He looked on it with approval.
As long as he could look on with his eyes.
As he did, that first time, on their honeymoon.
The stranger with whom Thelma had been flirting was happy to be invited to the sexy blonde's room, but
he was surprised that she had invited some other guy named Homer. Still, he wasn't going to pass up a
crack at Thelma, who was truly a gorgeous girl.
The three of them had gone upstairs together, with a bottle of brandy, two rising erections and a hot cunt
between them.
Thelma had stripped off as soon as they got to the room, doing it as slowly and as provocatively as a
striptease artist.
The stranger, whose name was Joe, was a polite sort of fellow.
He offered to flip a coin with Homer to see which of them fucked the blonde first. But, Homer insisted
that Joe fuck her first, which suited Joe-and Homer, as well.
Thelma lay on the bed. Homer drew up a chair and sat beside the bed, just like an interested spectator
at any sporting event. He took his cock out and held it.
When Joe got a look at the size of Homer's cock, he was mightily pleased to go first, for he figured that
once that monster had been up a cunt, a normal-sized prick would get no friction at all. His own prick
was average-sized-hardly a drop in the bucket compared to Homer's cock.
Joe got on the bed with Thelma.
She lived up to his expectations.
First she sucked his cock for a while. Then he fucked her. Her cunt was like a magic squeezebox, pulling
the cum out of him. Homer regarded the action with great interest and, as they neared a climax, he stood
up and gave his mighty prick a few fast jerks and sprayed a load of jism onto Thelma's face as she
gyrated under Joe.
Despite that manual masturbation, Homer's cock remained as big and hard as ever-as if a cock of that
size held bottomless depths of spunk, and a single ejaculation would not be enough.
With his own cock and balls emptied, Joe vacated Thelma's cunt, and Homer threw a dynamic fuck into
her, fucking her like a lion, his lust inspired to enormous heights by the thrill of his voyeurism.
They had kissed, too.
Joe had wondered how a man could kiss a woman who had been sucking another man's cock. Then Joe
had got excited by watching, and he fucked the insatiable blonde again.
Joe never did find out they were married. But they were and they stayed married because they had
discovered that they had a whole lot in common.
There had been many other men through the years.
They were discreet enough, never bringing anyone to their own home and fooling around in their home
territory, but they went on frequent holidays. Bellhops and busboys, hotel clerks and taxi drivers, towel
boys and ice cream vendors-all had been seduced by the luscious vacationing blonde-and all had
wondered who the guy with the eyeglasses and the paunch and the massive prick was, and why was he
with them?
Tonight the Wrights had come to the drive-in movie on a whim.
It was partly nostalgia-because they had had their first fuck in a drive-in, years ago-but mainly it was
because they had heard that the place was a passion pit and they were both interested in seeing what
went on in such a place.
It was their good fortune that they had parked directly behind Mike's car.
It was obvious that something hot was going on in that car. The windows had begun to steam up almost
as soon as the car was parked and the occupants had not even bothered to remove the speaker from
the pole. Soon the car was rocking and rolling and bouncing on its springs as if it were going at high
speed over a rough road.
Homer had taken his cock out.
His enormous cock stretched up almost to the top of the steering-wheel and seemed damned near as fat
as the steering column. He gripped it by the hilt, his hand barely able to span the breadth of his prick.
"Gee, I sure wish we could see what they were up to in that car," he sighed, as he gave his cock a stroke.
Thelma regarded his prick.
Thelma was more an exhibitionist than a voyeur-but the sight of a cock that huge could not help but
inspire her. Even though she had been getting stuffed full of Homer's cock at both ends for years, she
never ceased to marvel that Homer's meat was so huge.
She pulled her skirt up. She wore no panties-she seldom did-and her hairy cunt was framed in the straps
of her black garter belt.
She began to finger her clit.
Homer stroked his prick.
Side by side, they watched the car ahead of them shake and shudder and rattle as whoever was in it did
fascinating things.
After a while, Thelma's clit began to spark and tremble. Homer was whimpering somewhat as he pulled
and tossed on his cock. She turned to watch him. She liked to see him come. It was a sight that she was
well acquainted with, because Homer was in the habit of jacking off into her face whenever she was
fucking someone else. She adored it when his hot, thick jism splashed all over her, while another guy's
cock fucked her cunt.
She spread her thighs wider apart, in case Homer wanted to watch her fingerfucking herself, too.
But Homer was looking straight ahead, through the windshield, at the car in front of them. He didn't even
seem aware of Thelma at the moment, and she knew he must be wrapped up in whatever strange
fantasies ruled his mind at a time like this.
She could see that he was going to come soon. It seemed a shame to let the stuff stain the roof of the car
and hang there, dripping down on their heads for the rest of the night. Thelma leaned over Homer's lap.
If he noticed, he gave no sign. He was muttering about nubile young girls getting fucked in cars, and his
fist skimmed up and down on his cock at a steady rate.
Thelma's eyes crossed as she gazed down at the head of his prick. She grinned at the sight and then, still
grinning, let her lips slowly part and curled her tongue out. Her head was poised over his prick, but she
did not swoop down on the tasty morsel. Thelma sucked Homer's cock regularly, but not when he was
jacking off. Blowjobs and handjobs were separate things, and she never interfered with his jack-off
pleasures.
She continued to frig her clit and finger her cunt, and her juices began to flow. Her mouth was drooling
as much as her pussy, and a few drops of saliva fell onto the head of his cock.
"Feed it to me, honey," she whispered.
Homer was heaving his ass up from the bucket seat now, driving his mighty cock through his fist. The
pisshole had parted atop his crown, and cum was bubbling out.
Then he gasped.
His cum shot out as if it had come from a high-pressure firehose.
It flew right up into Thelma's face.
The hot fluid skimmed over her arched tongue and splashed on her lips and slid back into her mouth.
Her head tilted back as his cum hit the roof of her mouth under such pressure. Her face was being
forced upwards on the geyser, as if she were trying to drink from Old Faithful.
But Thelma forced her head down, mouth wide open, fighting her way back to his spewing cock.
His cum kept coming. He didn't blow off in a series of spurts, like most men, but instead his jism came
out all at once, in an unbroken rope of slime.
Thelma gulped the succulent juice down happily, and her hand flew wildly over her clit as she frigged
herself off.
At last he stopped shooting.
A final trickle ran out and dripped sluggishly down his prick-and as always, his prick stayed as huge and
as hard as if he had not shot a single drop, while his vast, hairy balls had not diminished whatsoever by a
single spillage.
In fact, Homer did not even seem to realize that he had come.
Homer continued to pump his prick, beginning a second jack off without missing a single stroke!
Thelma leaned back, smiling happily, her whole face soaked with jism and her pussy nicely creamed.
They both looked at the car ahead, which was still rocking wildly.
And then-to their joy-two other avid fuck-watchers appeared upon the scene!

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Chapter 9
In the same row as the Eldorado and two spaces down was a battered old Pontiac convertible, with a
plaid canvas top and, to a cursory and casual inspection, the occupants of the Pontiac would have
seemed much the same as any of the young couples who used the drive-in to fuck and suck.
If one looked in through the plastic rear window, one would have seen a crewcut man at the wheel and a
head of long, tawny-blonde hair beside the driver and, since they were not snuggling passionately
together, the assumption would be that it was a first date that was not working out, or a last date ending
an affair, or perhaps a sexual hiatus following a lover's quarrel. But the assumption would have been
wrong. This young couple was not and never had been lovers. They did not want to be lovers. In fact,
they did not even realize that it would be possible to be lovers, and they would have been totally
disgusted at the suggestion.
Because they were both men.
The driver with the crewcut was named Tom.
The one with the blonde wig was Jerry.
They were both high school students, in the same class as Mike and Clyde, but neither of them were
popular or successful with girls, the way the other two were. They weren't particularly ugly or
disagreeable, but they were both shy. Neither could work up the courage to ask a girl to go out with
them.
Both lads were virgins.
And both were exceptionally horny.
Unable to get girls on their own, they had worked out a scheme whereby they could spy on others and
at least get a vicarious thrill from time to time.
They roamed the drive-in, peeking into cars with steamed windows. It was easy enough. If anyone
challenged them, they would claim they were on the way to the refreshment stand-but no one had ever
issued a challenge, because in cars with steamed windows, the occupants were always much too
interested in each other to notice two heads at the window.
The only drawback to the plan was that one of them had to dress in drag. Two men could not be seen
going to the passion pit together, without being thought queer. So one had to masquerade as a girl. Since
it was Tom's car, Jerry had to wear the disguise.
Although Jerry was rather plain, as a man, he made a rather attractive-looking girl, with the tousled
blonde wig and plenty of makeup and a pair of falsies he had stolen from his younger sister. He looked
so attractive that Tom often found himself wishing that Jerry really was a girl.
At first, Jerry had been mortified at being dressed in women's garb, but he had gotten used to the idea
after awhile, and he had discovered that there were benefits to the arrangement that he hadn't thought of
beforehand. Masquerading as a girl, Jerry managed to see more than Tom did, because he could go to
the women's restroom.
Under the pretense of adjusting his makeup, Jerry was able to catch glimpses of crotches as
unsuspecting girls squatted on toilets. Once he had seen a girl adjusting her bra, and several times he had
heard double-dating girls discussing their boyfriends' cocks. Jerry never told Tom about these happy
occasions.
He was afraid that Tom might decide to wear the wig.
"There's one," said Tom.
Jerry looked out.
They watched a car rock and roll violently in the row ahead of them, and their pricks began to get hard.
Later they would jack themselves off-carefully not to look at each other, the way queers would-but they
wanted to get a peek into that rocking car first.
They got out and strolled side by side, innocent as could be, up toward the car in the row ahead.
They came up beside it and paused, pretending that they were talking to each other, but looking out of
the corners of their eyes into the back seat of the car.
They had arrived just in time to see Mike start fucking Linda.
They became so engrossed in the sight that it never dawned on them that they, too, might be under
observation.
But Thelma and Homer Wright had their eyes on them-watching the watchers, as it were.
Clyde and Tina were looking on, as well, peering over from the front seat as Mike and Linda fucked in
the back. But none of them noticed the two excited faces that were looking in the side window, cheek to
cheek, eyes bulging out and mouths hanging open with envy.
Linda and Mike were too interested in each other to notice anything else, while Clyde and Tina were
concentrating on the action like fanatic spectators, not realizing they were not the only observers.
"It's Mike and Clyde," Jerry whispered.
"Yeah! With a couple younger girls," Tom croaked.
"Lucky bastards!" groaned Jerry.
Jerry's face was writhing with contorted emotions-so much that his wig slipped to a crooked angle-and
his prick was drumming madly inside his dainty dress.
The two guys pressed their faces right up to the glass, noses flattening, as they gaped in awe at the juicy
details.
And Thelma and Homer gaped at them.
"There's something funny going on there," said Homer.
"It's just a nice young couple who like to watch other people make love," Thelma said, seeing nothing
wrong with that.
"Yeah-but it's funny."
"Why, Homer?"
"Because they both got hard-ons," said Homer.
Thelma blinked. She was well aware that the boy had an erection because it was sticking out in his jeans
and she had been eyeing it in her lustful fashion. But now she looked at the girl and, sure enough, there
was a big phallic lump in her dress, as well.
"How can such things be?" Homer wondered.
Thelma thought about it. "She must have a dildo stuck up her cunt."
"Ah!" Homer said, pleased at being enlightened.
"Funny she needs a dildo, though, when her boyfriend has such a nice-looking bone on," Thelma added.
"Maybe she's a virgin or something," suggested Homer.
That seemed possible.
If so, her boyfriend must be frustrated. Thelma began to get speculative ideas. As always, when Thelma
speculated, she licked her lips in anticipation ...
Linda, meanwhile, was licking more than her lips.
As soon as Mike had scrambled over the seat, he had started to mount her missionary style, the way
that Clyde had.
But Linda, despite her inexperience, had a lively imagination. She knew fucking could be done in other
positions.
She already knew what it was like to get fucked missionary style, and now she was wondering how it
would feel getting it from the back, or from the top. Since she was lucky enough to be having two
different men on her first night of fucking, she figured that it made sense to try some variety.
But still basically shy, despite her unbridled lust, Linda could not bring herself to mention her desires. She
thought it sounded kind of depraved for a girl to suggest variations.
So she sidetracked Mike.
She figured that, if they squirmed around a bit in foreplay, she could manage to work herself into some
other position so that it would seem as if he had accidentally got her cunt stuffed full of prick from a
different direction, or maybe as if it had been Mike's idea. With that in mind, she slid down as Mike
knelt between her thighs, so that his prick loomed out over her belly instead of going into her cunt.
Mike tried to shuffle back so that he could aim his prick at her pussy, but Linda kept pushing down, as
well.
His cock hovered above her tits.
The tip of his cock was frothy again. Linda cupped her tits together with both hands, deepening her
cleavage and arching her slender back so that her tits thrust up.
Mike got the idea. He began to fuck her between the tits, his fat prick sliding through that soft, smooth tit
tunnel. Linda purred like a cat, rubbing her tits against his cock. Mike had never fucked a girl between
the tits before and he found it most enjoyable. He stared down, watching the big purple wedge of his
cockhead come sliding out from the top of her cleavage. His cock-knob was dripping and it laid a slimy
track up her breastbone and into the hollow of her throat. His prick slid faster, gliding on the lubrication
of its own seepage, his cock-knob foaming.
Linda tilted her face down, her chin touching her tit slopes, gazing at the cockhead that came squeezing
out from her cleavage. Her tongue came out automatically, and she began to lick and lave the foaming
cockhead each time it appeared. Then she took the head of his cock into her lips and sucked. It was so
delicious that she was sorely tempted to blow him again.
Linda was coming to realize that a girl could have all sorts of trouble in deciding whether she wanted to
get fucked in the mouth or in the cunt. It was, she thought, handy to have two men at the same time. It
might not be quite proper to get gangbanged-but it sure was fun.
Still, she had already sucked Mike off, and she guessed it would be better to fuck him-and if she needed
another mouthful of jism, she could always blow Clyde's cock.
Wriggling around, she turned Mike under her, without removing her mouth from his prick. She bent over
him, her head bobbing up and down as she took a few last hungry sucks. Then she drew her lips away
and threw one knee across and straddled his towering cock, as if the idea had just occurred to her and
she had not planned it so carefully.
She squatted on his prick, the tip of his cock slipping between her slick cuntlips at the first contact. She
squirmed around a little, with only the head of his cock in her cunt, then she sank down and took the
whole long, fat prick up into her pussy.
She began to ride his cock.
Mike groaned and humped up from the seat, meeting her as she descended. His hands cupped her ass,
lifting and settling her, and she reached down behind her ass and got a nice handful of bloated balls,
while she played with her tits and nipples with the other hand. Her hips ground and her ass churned.
Fucking from the top was every bit as good as getting it on her back, she was thinking-and she was
hoping that one of the guys had enough energy left so that she could find out what it was like dog-style,
as well.
If Linda had known that Tom and Jerry were peering in the window, and designed it for their benefit,
Linda could not have chosen a better position for her performance. She was facing away from them so
that they could see all the details of the fuck in all its juicy glory.
They saw Mike's big prick, the thick vein pounding, as it appeared from her cunthole, slick with
cuntjuice, then vanished up that pussy again. They saw his balls, swollen with spunk, and they saw her
cuntlips suck and drag on his cockshaft. As she pressed down, they even saw her taut little asshole as
her asscheeks spread apart.
So much blood was rushing into their pricks that Tom and Jerry felt lightheaded. They staggered a little,
but not so much that they wobbled out of their positions at the window.
"What an ass!" Tom sighed.
"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

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