Chapter 12

Like a skyrocket made of quicksilver, Jerry’s jism rose high into the air. It hung suspended for a moment, a fleecy cloud of cum floating above the booths.

Then it descended.

The creamy lump splattered on Tina’s bare belly and ran down into her bushy pubic mound.

Both girls looked at this unexpected addition to the available cream in surprise. Where in hell had it come from?

Linda leaned down and sucked the tasty spunk up from Tina’s crotch.

“What was it?” Tina asked. “Cum or cuntjuice?”

Linda was trying to figure it out, rolling the load around on her taste buds. She swallowed it.

“Cum, I think,” she said hesitantly.

“Cum? In the women’s room? That’s funny,” Tina said.

They both looked up.

And there was Jerry, gazing down.

“Oh, Christ!” Tina gasped. “Some blonde bitch has been watching us suck each other off!”

Linda was blushing with shame.

Jerry realized that he had been discovered, and he blushed, too. But then he remembered that he was still in disguise and that they thought he was a girl—and had a right to be there.

“You gonna rat on us?” Tina asked.

Tina knew that cuntsucking in the public toilet was frowned upon by the manager of the drive-in, and she hated the thought that she might get banned from a place where she always had so much fun.

“Gee—no,” Jerry said. “It looked swell.”

Tina thought that a woman with a deep voice was sexy. It gave her an idea—a logical, lovely idea.

The blonde was good looking.

Tina grinned and said, “If you promise not to tell, I’ll suck you off, Blondie.”

“Oh! So will I!” Linda cried.

“Yeah!” Jerry exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“Stay where you are, honey—we’ll be right with you, tongues first,” Tina promised.

Both girls jumped up eagerly and dashed out of the booth, turning into the one next to it.

Then Jerry realized his predicament.

What the fuck was he going to do?

He was dying for a blowjob—but they thought he was a girl! They were coming to suck a cunt—and he didn’t have one to be sucked! What would they say when they saw his prick?

He jerked his dress down, hiding his big cock, which was still hard and hot and horny. He had terrible visions of girls screaming in shock and the long arm of the law descending upon his prick—as evidence—and the mortification of his public trial and humiliation.

He held his dress firmly down over his cock.

Tina and Linda burst in, licking their lips in anticipation of a new pussy to be savored.

Jerry was still standing on the toilet seat, and when they approached their heads were right on a level with his groin.

“Lift your skirt, honey,” Tina urged. “No—I—I changed my mind,” he croaked.

Linda looked disappointed.

But bold little Tina was not going to be put off that easily.

“Shy, huh?” she asked. “I bet you’ve never had your cunt sucked before, is that it?”

Jerry, in all truth, had never had his cunt sucked.

He nodded.

Tina was tugging at the hem of his dress, trying to pull it up, and Jerry was holding it down with both hands. In frustration, Tina ducked down and pushed her head up under his skirt.

Linda, looking on, heard Tina gasp.

Jerry was gasping, too.

Because Tina had her mouth on the head of his prick and was starting to suck before she realized how strange this was. Jerry was still holding his dress down firmly, but her mouth felt so wonderful that there was no way he could even try to retract his prick from it.