Chapter 2

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.

She had to come.

Linda rationalized. She told herself that the best thing she could do would be let Clyde feel her up and to have an orgasm by his hands. Otherwise, she was going to get so hot that she wouldn’t be able to resist anything, in a very short time, and she might wind up losing her cherry or sucking his cock.

Of course, if she let him give her a handjob, she would have to return the manual favor.

But that wasn’t really so naughty—not like fucking or sucking—and it was certainly the lesser of two evils. The idea was not unattractive, either. Linda had enjoyed jacking off the one boy previously, and she knew she would enjoy pumping the spunk out of Clyde.

Linda felt quite prim and proper as she reached down and began to massage his prick.

Clyde’s cock and balls were so frantic with lust that they were almost numb, hardened beyond feeling and swollen beyond sensation. For a moment, he did not realize what she was doing. He only saw that her hands were no longer interfering with his own hands, that they had moved aside, and he began to maul her plump tits.

Linda squirmed against his hands.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Clyde began to grope her tits with more gentle movements.

Then he realized that she was fondling his cock.

He looked down. Sure enough, she was stroking and rubbing his prick with both hands. Clyde sighed with relief. He had just about given her up as a lost cause. If Linda had continued to resist for just another minute, Clyde had intended to ask Tina if she would mind giving him a blowjob, too—and if Tina had turned him down, he would have had to whack his own meat, out of desperation, shooting the stuff all over the car.

But now the virgin blonde’s hands were working on him, caressing his cock through his pants. That was a promising sign. Clyde knew from experience that if a girl rubbed his prick through his pants, she wouldn’t object to taking it out and playing with it naked.

He had been wild with urgency before. But now, seeing that he was destined to get his release, Clyde no longer felt so frantic. He could enjoy the preliminaries now that he knew there would be a result of some kind, a creamy conclusion at the end.

He began to kiss Linda and murmur words of love.

Linda appreciated that.

Getting kissed in a loving fashion while they felt each other up made her feel less wanton.

She kissed him back, their mouth’s grinding together. His tongue probed. Her lips parted. Normally, she would not French kiss on a first date, but with a handful of prick it seemed sort of silly to put up barriers against a lesser caress.

Clyde pushed his hot tongue into her mouth and Linda began to suck on it. Her own tongue curled and coiled around it. Sucking on a guy’s tongue was really thrilling—and she imagined what it would be like to suck on his cock!

When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed and he sucked on it, in turn. They swapped tongues back and forth, panting into each other’s open mouth, salivating together. Tina glanced back from the front seat. She smiled when she saw that Clyde and Linda were starting to get along a bit better. Tina had been listening to their struggles and she had thought much the same as Clyde—if Linda didn’t start to treat him more lovingly,

Tina had thought she might suggest that she take care of him, too. The idea of blowing Clyde was exciting.

Tina had been gang-banged before, in the mouth as well as the cunt, and she rather liked having more than one guy at a time. Of course, it might have made Mike jealous, so it was probably just as well that Linda had started to behave.

Tina turned back to Mike and began to rub his prick again. Since it didn’t appear that she was going to have a chance to blow Clyde, she might as well get some more prick from her own date, she reasoned. Mike’s big cock had subsided somewhat after his ejaculation, but it hadn’t gone completely soft. It hung down along his thigh. But when Tina commenced to run her nimble hands over him, Mike’s prick started to rise again. His balls slowly filled out, and his cock came up in a series of jolts, straightening out into a stiff rod, the head flaring and flushing.

Tina stroked and fingered, in no great hurry, enjoying the feeling of his cock swelling and hardening in her hands and his balls filling with another precious load of the stuff that naughty Tina adored.

She continued to glance back, from time to time, to see how Linda and Clyde were getting along.

The couple in the back seat was getting along quite well.

Clyde had opened Linda’s blouse now, without any protests from Linda, and he had begun to fondle her naked tits with both hands. Cupping the fat tit-mounds together and lifting, he deepened her cleavage. His thumbs swept back and forth across the hard tips. Then he lowered his head and began to lick and suck at her nipples. Linda squealed.

She had never had her tits sucked before.

A tongue and lips felt a whole lot nicer than a hand, she thought, as she purred and squirmed and worked her big tits around in his hungry face. She arched her back, thrusting her tits up. His lips worked on her nipples as if they were valves by which he was blowing her up, inflating her tits with his breath.

She was still rubbing his cock and balls. He ran his tongue up her cleavage, circled back towards the stiff peaks of her nipples, slurping and murmuring.

“Take it out,” he whispered.

Linda hesitated.

But that hesitancy was faked. She just didn’t want him to think that she was so lewd that she would expose his cock without a pause to consider. In fact, she had been wishing that Clyde would suggest it, or do it himself, for his prick felt so wonderful through his pants that the horny girl was just dying to feel it naked. She was too shy and timid to take the initiative, too bashful to take matters into her own hands, but once Clyde had asked her to, it seemed all right.