Her eyes switched back and forth. She saw Linda's cuntlips unfurl like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom as her steaming pussy juice poured out. It was truly an inspirational sight. There was cum all over Linda's belly and tits. The stuff splashed on her tits, dripping down in blobs, looped in coils, running down her deep cleavage in sluggish streams. A glistening drop sparkled from her belly button. A slender, sticky line had run all the way down into her blonde pubic hair, as if the stuff knew where it belonged and was adventurously advancing upon her pussy. And Linda seemed to have creamed just as abundantly as Clyde, for her hairy crotch and sleek thighs were soaked with cunt juice. Linda smiled with contentment. Then she looked up and saw that Tina was staring at her. Linda blushed furiously. This was the naughtiest thing that Linda had ever done, and it embarrassed her no end to realize that someone else had been a keen observer. She lowered her eyes demurely, her face flushed a rosy pink. When Linda looked up again, from beneath lowered lashes, she found that Tina was still looking at her and that Tina was grinning and licking her lips, her dark eyes glowing. "What a lot of cum," said Tina, with a giggle. "I--I better borrow your hanky, Clyde," said Linda. Linda knew she would feel less embarrassed after the creamy evidence of her misbehavior had been mopped up. Clyde hiked up, reaching for his hip pocket. But Tina said, "Gee--you ain't gonna waste it, are you?" "Huh?" Clyde said. "Cum is yummy," Tina said. "It sure seems a shame not to drink it." She punctuated her comment with a little moist slurp and her pink tongue slipped across her lower lip. Both Linda and Clyde stared at her in amazement and wondered what she had in mind. Linda had jacked him off, she hadn't sucked him off, so it seemed that the load was already wasted. Mike had turned his head, also staring at this wanton teenager who was still mounted on his prick. He knew that she had come when he screwed her. Now he felt a twinge of jealousy and annoyance, because she was supposed to be his date--why was she paying so much attention to Clyde and Linda? But if Tina was aware of Mike's frown, she didn't show it, nor did she care. Mike's prick was already used up for the moment and Tina had other things on her mind. She leaned over a bit more, her chin on the back of the seat. "Aren't you gonna lick it up?" she asked. Linda gasped. The thought had not occurred to her. Now she found the thought very exciting. Why use a handkerchief when a tongue would do? Linda gazed down at her cum-soaked tits. She could tongue them, all right, because sometimes when she frigged off, she liked to cup her tits in her hands and lift her heavy tit globes while she lowered her head and sucked on her own nipples. She had even tried to go down on her cunt once, really stretching and bending, wanting to find out what it felt like to have a tongue on her cunt. But she had fallen short--tantalizingly and frustratingly short. Her pink tongue had managed to reach her curly pubic thicket, but it would not extend down into the cleft of her crotch. She had tried and tried, drooling over her own pussy, her pussy drooling, too, but to no avail. She had only tried it that one time, finding the frustration of her failure unbearable, yet hoping that someday someone would be kind enough to do it for her. Linda was very keen to get her clit licked and her cunt tongued. Now the thought of licking Clyde's creamy spunk off her tits was thrilling. If she had been alone, or if the other people in the car had been looking in some other direction, she would have done it. But she was far too shy to lick up jism while someone else was watching. It seemed much too depraved a thing to do under observation. "Oh, I wouldn't do that," she said. Clyde had been watching her with an interested look, as if he thought it a marvelous idea. But when Linda demurred, he started to reach for his handkerchief again, with a little sigh, as if he had not really expected a nice girl like Linda to lap up cum. As he raised up, his fat prick swayed. Although Linda had pumped him bone-dry, his cock had not collapsed. It was not quite as hard as it had been, and it no longer throbbed with need, but it still stood out semi-rampant, his cockhead bloated and the stalk looped in a big, meaty coil. The tip of his prick was streaked with spunk, milky white froth on the purple flesh. The movie was not over yet. Tina looked at his prick. "Wait," she said. Again Clyde paused, his handkerchief still in his pocket. "If you ain't gonna drink it, Linda--do you mind if I do?" Tina asked, with a really impish grin. "What? Why--how--I don't--" Linda stammered, not quite sure what the naughty girl meant. "Lick if off you, I mean," Tina said. "Oh! Off my--tits?" Linda was astounded. So, apparently, were Clyde and Mike, both of whom had gasped. This implication of lesbianism had filled them with dark desire. Clyde's cock snapped into an upright position, all the slack taken out of it, hard as a stone. And Mike's prick began to swell up again, still stuffed up Tina's pussy. Tina was aware of that, and she enjoyed it--but for the moment her interest was elsewhere....

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