Desi Education!
Horny Voyeur Schoolgirls
By
Mr. Khan and Frank.
Chapter 1
Harpreet Singh was quite surprised when she found out that Tina Malik sucked cocks on a first date.
Both girls were in the same class at school, but they didn't really know each other all that well, and so it came as something of a revelation to Harpreet, who had never sucked a single cock in her life. The girls had been talking outside school that afternoon when two older high school boys had joined them.
Harpreet had been flattered and excited at receiving the attentions of Khan, who was the quarterback on the school football team and considered quite a catch. And Tina had seemed interested in Mike, who had his own car. The boys, in turn, had showed definite interest in the girls.
Both girls were sexy, but in different fashions.
Harpreet was a nubile blonde with a bouncy, pneumatic sort of body. She had plump tits that thrust out saucily against her sweater and a well-packed ass, shaped like a valentine and long, shapely legs. Her blue eyes were wide and innocent-looking and she had a scattering of cute freckles across her cheeks. She had a sort of swaybacked posture that pushed her tits up, tucked her crotch in and stuck her ass out. Plenty of young men had jerked off while thinking about Harpreet Singh. Harpreet frigged herself off frequently, too. But Harpreet was still a virgin.
Tina was a slender girl with short dark curly hair and dark, flashing eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits were not as big as Harpreet's, but they were firm and vibrant, and the fact that she wore no bra was manifested in the way that her big, stiff nipples pushed out in twin peaks against her blouse. Her waist was narrow and her ass was round. She liked the way her ass looked, and she used it to good effect when she walked. Tina was a lot more sexually experienced than Harpreet--although Harpreet didn't realize it at the time.
After they had talked for a while and showed mutual interest, Mike had suggested that the four of them go out on a double date that evening. Harpreet, playing it cool, looked at Tina, but Tina was not the hard-to-get type and she said that it sounded like fun. So the date was arranged. They decided to go to a drive-in movie.
Normally, Harpreet would have been reluctant to go to a passion pit on a first date with an older boy, but she figured that it would be safe enough in this case, with Tina along for moral support. It never dawned on innocent Harpreet that anything naughty would happen when other people were in the car. She thought that such things only took place when a boy and girl were alone.
Harpreet sat in the back with Khan and Tina was up front with Mike. As soon as they got settled in and the movie started, Khan began trying to maul Harpreet.
She pushed his hands away and told him to stop.
"I'm not that sort of girl!" she protested.
He looked exasperated but kept trying.
He was like an octopus, Harpreet thought. Yet, she wasn't really annoyed. In fact, she felt flattered that this older guy was so keen on feeling her up. But Harpreet had a strict moral code and kept to a standard routine in such matters. If a guy took her out a few times, she would allow him to take a few liberties, but never on a first date, and never too far. She would let a boy feel her tits on a second date, but only through her blouse or sweater. On a third date, he might get some bare tit. She had only let one guy go further than that when, on a fifth date, she had let him fingerfuck her and had played with his prick until he shot his wad. That had been a thrilling evening for Harpreet, who was really quite innocent and naive.
She pushed Khan's hands away again.
He tugged her own hand down and placed it on his groin.
Harpreet gasped when she felt how big and hard and swollen his cock was. It felt a lot bigger than the guy's that she had jacked off--her only previous experience with erect pricks. The heat of his cockmeat was seeping through his trousers. Harpreet let her hand linger there for a moment, pretending that she did not realize what she was touching. Then she pulled away again.
"Aw, c'mon," he pleaded.
Harpreet figured it was a good thing that this was a double date, because his prick had felt so lovely that she was tempted. If they had been alone together, she might not have been able to resist the impulse to play with his prick, and let him feel her all over.
Up front, Tina was snuggling with Mike. Her head was on his shoulder.
Harpreet couldn't tell what their hands were doing, but she could hear them starting to breathe heavily and Tina was whimpering a little.
Tina turned and whispered something into Mike's ear. Her face was taut with excitement and she giggled after she spoke.
"Oh, yeah!" Mike said with enthusiasm. Harpreet saw Tina's tongue poke into his ear, lapping and licking as she squirmed against him. Then Tina's head disappeared.
What on earth was she doing?
Harpreet heard a sound suspiciously like the unzippering of a fly and Mike gave a gasp of pleasure. He turned his head and gave Khan a big conspiratorial wink.
Seeing that his friend was having some success, Khan was more determined than ever, and he renewed his manual assault on Harpreet's tits. She continued to fight him off, but now she was intrigued by the action in the front seat, wondering just how far naughty Tina would go on a first date. Mike's head was rolling around against the back of the seat now and he was obviously in the throes of ecstasy.
Was Tina jacking him off? Was he fingerfucking her or something?
Harpreet was frustrated. She wished that she could see what was going on in the front seat.
"Aw, come on, baby," Khan pleaded. "Just put your hand on my prick for a while, okay?"
"I certainly won't," she said.
"Damn it--your friend is being nice to Mike. Why do you want to give me a hard time?"
"Keep a cool tool, fool." Harpreet giggled. Khan snorted with frustration.
Harpreet didn't suppose that he would ask her out a second time--which was self-defeating, since she would have been willing to give him a handjob if he did. She just had this inhibition about being pure and chaste on a first date and not ruining her reputation.
But she really was interested in what Tina was doing.
Now Khan seemed to be getting interested in that, too. Having no success himself, he turned his attentions to enjoying vicariously the luck that Mike seemed to be having. Leaning forward, Khan peered over the seat and gave a surprised gasp.
Harpreet couldn't bear not knowing. She looked over the seat, too.
She got a shock at what she saw.
Tina was sucking Mike's prick!
His pants were down around his knees and his big prick-knob was between Tina's lips. Her dark, curly head bobbed merrily up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel.
Harpreet gazed at this action in amazement. How could a girl do a thing like that on a first date?
Harpreet had often wondered what it was like to suck a cock, and the idea was appealing, but she had always supposed it was the sort of thing that a girl only did when she was really in love with a guy, going steady or engaged to be married--certainly not a thing that a girl did casually and indiscriminately.
But Tina certainly seemed to be enjoying that mouthful of cock.
Harpreet was totally fascinated. She and Khan looked over the seat, both wide-eyed and awed. Harpreet was paying so much attention to the sight that when Khan began squeezing her tits again, she didn't push his hand away. He took her hand and dragged it down to his crotch again. This time she let it rest on the swollen lump of his prick and even began to rub his cock through his trousers, loving the way his meat pulsed under her hand. This went against her principles--but compared to what Tina was doing, a little fondling was pretty insignificant.
Tina was gurgling with pleasure. Her sensual lips dragged up Mike's thick stalk and slurped hungrily on the fat purple head of his prick, then her head bobbed down again and she fed almost the full length of his cock into her mouth.
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.
Khan and Harpreet exchanged a glance. Khan grinned.
Harpreet 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? Harpreet wondered. Is she going to let him come in her mouth? Ooooh! Does she swallow it?
Tina glanced sideways.
When she saw that Harpreet and Khan 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," Khan 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.
Harpreet 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.
Harpreet 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, Harpreet noticed that Mike did not kiss Tina.
Nobody wants to kiss a cocksucker, she thought.
Chapter 2
Now that the performance in the front seat had ended--or gone into intermission--Khan renewed his assault on Harpreet 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 Khan was damned well determined to get something for himself.
Harpreet 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, Harpreet 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 Harpreet was wishing, in one way, that she, too, were a tramp--so she could suck Khan's cock. It was a difficult situation.
Harpreet 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 Harpreet. Harpreet 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?
Khan 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.
Khan 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.
Harpreet was weakening.
His persistence was breaking her down--aided by a secret ally in Harpreet'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.
Harpreet rationalized. She told herself that the best thing she could do would be let Khan 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. Harpreet had enjoyed jacking off the one boy previously, and she knew she would enjoy pumping the spunk out of Khan.
Harpreet felt quite prim and proper as she reached down and began to massage his prick.
Khan'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.
Harpreet squirmed against his hands.
Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Khan 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. Khan sighed with relief. He had just about given her up as a lost cause. If Harpreet had continued to resist for just another minute, Khan 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. Khan 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, Khan 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 Harpreet and murmur words of love.
Harpreet 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.
Khan pushed his hot tongue into her mouth and Harpreet 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 Khan and Harpreet were starting to get along a bit better. Tina had been listening to their struggles and she had thought much the same as Khan--if Harpreet 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 Khan 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 Harpreet 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 Khan, 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 Harpreet and Khan were getting along.
The couple in the back seat was getting along quite well.
Khan had opened Harpreet's blouse now, without any protests from Harpreet, 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. Harpreet 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.
Harpreet 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 Khan 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 Khan had asked her to, it seemed all right.
She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his trousers, then began to draw the zipper down.
His fly opened in a wide vee.
His prick sprang out like a wild bull. Harpreet gazed down at it in awe.
It was by far the biggest prick that, in her limited experience, she had looked upon. It looked just wonderful to her. Her eyes crossed as she turned her vision upon the huge slab of his purple cock-knob. She tucked her hand into his fly and hauled his balls out, too, wanting all of his sex meat available to her gaze and to her attentions. She drank the sight in with her hot eyes.
His cockhead was a huge, flaring, mushroom-shaped hunk of dark, steaming meat, the cleft parted. The tip was already sticky with a flow of preliminary jism. His cockshaft was wide and iron-hard and the vein that pulsed up the underside was as big as Harpreet's little finger. His balls were in proportion to his big prick, looking like over inflated balloons.
He was still mouthing her tits.
Harpreet took his balls and cock in both hands. She cupped his bloated balls in her left hand, palm up, lifting slightly as if she were trying to judge the weight of the heavy dose of spunk that they contained.
She fingered his cock-knob with her right hand, then folded her delicate fist around the root of his prick.
She began to jack him slowly.
She loved doing it, but she wanted to make it last. It felt so wonderful to have his cock swelling and throbbing in her fist and his balls filling her hand that she hoped it would last for a long time. Pulling the jism out of him would be the best part of it, of course--but she wanted to enjoy the pumping for a while, first.
A trickle of spunk ran down his cock-knob, slippery and sluggish, glistening like quicksilver.
The sight made Harpreet drool.
She wasn't going to blow him, of course, since she was not that sort of girl--but the idea was thrilling.
She had to remember to ask naughty Tina what cum tasted like, when they were alone.
Khan sighed and moaned. He began to work a hand up under her skirt.
Harpreet did not offer even token resistance, now. With his cock out and in her grasp, she could hardly refuse a guy a feel of her cunt--and besides, the horny teenager was desperate to get fingerfucked.
Khan stroked up the soft, smooth, overheated flesh of her firm and shapely thighs; teasing her by the slowness of his approach. Harpreet pushed her crotch down along the seat, toward his hand. He continued to rub her legs, avoiding her groin. Knowing that Harpreet was willing, now, Khan was perversely reluctant to pleasure her. She had resisted him for a long time--now let her suffer for a while.
"You can touch me there," she whimpered. Khan grinned fiendishly. "Where?"
"You know--"
"Where?"
"Between the legs," she whimpered.
"Tell me!" he rasped.
"Oh! My cunt! You can touch my cunt!" she cried, totally abandoned to her seething needs now.
Khan began to run the tips of his fingers up and down the crotch band of her panties. They were soaking wet. The fiery heat of her cunt wafted through her panties, almost singeing his fingers.
Harpreet writhed and squirmed about on the seat, her own hands faltering and losing a stroke on his prick as she concentrated on the sensations in her cunt. Cuntjuice was filling the crotch of her panties and seeping out from the legholes. She could feel ribbons of the hot stuff trickle down and seep into the taut crack of her ass as she shifted around.
Khan slipped a finger in through the leghole.
He traced along her cuntlips, then began to flick his fingertip over her throbbing clit. Harpreet gurgled with joy.
He took his time, his fondling light and slow. He pushed his middle finger into her cunthole, working it up to the knuckle and then turning it about inside her, while her cunt began to suck on it.
Harpreet was panting. She threw her head back and switched her pretty face from side to side, her expression contorted by lust. Khan added a second finger. He began to push-pull them in and out of her pussy. How wonderful it felt! It felt so much better than when she pushed her own fingers up there! Then she realized how much better it would be to have a fat prick in her pussy!
Khan was enjoying playing with her cunt. He wanted to see what he was doing.
He raised her skirt up above her hips. Then he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and began to tug them down.
Harpreet trembled. It was dangerous to let a guy remove her panties, she knew. It would be awfully easy and awfully tempting to spread her legs when her crotch was naked and let him slip his cock into her. But she couldn't resist.
She hiked her ass and hips up so that Khan could drag her bikini panties down over her loins. He drew them off her feet and tossed them aside. The soaking panties fluttered to the floor like a colorful butterfly wobbling to the ground.
Harpreet automatically clamped her legs together, protectively, once her cunt was bare.
But then she immediately spread them open again. She wanted Khan to look at her steaming cunt! She wanted to feel his eyes burning into her groin.
He was leaning over her, staring between her legs, his face a mask of desire.
Harpreet felt dizzy with desire. She was clinging to his hard cock tightly now, as if to support herself, to keep from collapsing in a daze.
Khan moved his hand to her crotch, palm upwards.
He began to slowly shove three fingers up her cunthole. His other hand cupped her pussy mound, fingers trailing down to caress her flaring clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried.
She began to beat his cock furiously. Cuntjuice poured down his probing fingers and pooled in his palm, ribbons of the stuff dripping from the edges. Her pussy was wide open, the crack turned into a gaping oval. Her clit was pounding.
She ground her hips wildly from side to side, working her smoldering cunt against his caressing hands, her thighs thrown wide apart and her belly pumping up and down in a fucking motion.
Her fist skimmed his prick steadily. His prick lengthened, and she knew she was going to bring him off soon. She wanted to come with him, to have him come with her, to share the heights of sensation at the same instant.
"Shoot," she wailed. "Shoot your load!"
Khan groaned, finding her erotic words every bit as thrilling as her stroking hand. His ass bucked as he fucked her fist.
Harpreet was looking down between their bodies, watching his cock, wanting to see the stuff spurt out of his cock. She saw that the flaring cock-knob was already frothy with slime. Her tongue tingled. The girl wanted very much to go down on him now, to take his cock into her mouth and suck on it as he shot his wad.
She wanted to swallow his cum. She didn't even care about her reputation now, she was far too hot to worry about that, so hungry for his jism that she was willing to drink it.
Only one thing prevented her from doing it. The way that Khan was angled across the seat, fingerfucking her, she could not get her head down on his prick without moving him aside, and she did not want to risk having his hands leave her cunt.
She simply had to suck a cock soon.
But for now the situation demanded a hand job.
The long waves of ecstasy rushed across her belly, and the electric current rushed up her thighs, and her cunt seemed to melt on his fingers. Cuntjuice poured out of her hole. She wailed and cried out with joy and her fist pounded up and down on his prick.
Khan stiffened. Harpreet felt spunk rush up his cock.
The thick jism hosed from the head of his cock. Cum soared out, rising high and then falling back to splash directly on Harpreet's naked tits.
She squealed when she felt the lava of his lust soaking her. She continued to pump his prick, and he kept shooting, load after load of jism spurting out. Her cunt was still creaming, pussy juice steaming down her legs.
She pumped his cock dry.
Emptied, his fat cock still stood firm in her grip.
Harpreet gazed down at her tits, seeing his jism awash on the smooth slopes of her tits and dripping from her nipples. Lower down, she could see her thighs, spread open, slippery with cuntjuice.
Harpreet grinned. It was a fascinating sight. Then she looked up--and saw Tina gazing at her over the seat, looking as fascinated as Harpreet, looking as if she had something very naughty in mind.
Tina was licking her lips.
Chapter 3
Tina had been playing with Mike's prick and letting him feel her up, but her attention was divided. Tina had always been interested in what other people were doing, and so she was peering into the back seat at frequent intervals. By the time that Tina had pulled Mike's prick up to a new erection, Harpreet had taken Khan's cock out and was pumping it while he fingerfucked her. This was fascinating to naughty Tina. It made her feel a trifle envious, as well, because she could see that Khan's cock was a good inch longer than Mike's.
Stroking Mike, she watched Harpreet stroke Khan. Harpreet's fist skimmed up and down, causing his cock to buck and flare, the big head spreading out like a hooded cobra about to strike.
Mike, who was far more interested in what he was going to get from Tina than what his friend was getting from Harpreet, was paying no attention to the activity behind him. He was trying to push Tina's head down onto his cock.
He figured that she would be willing to suck him off again, since she was obviously a cocksucker who enjoyed her mouthful. Mike didn't know much about cocksuckers, actually, and he had some vague idea that maybe Tina only took it in the mouth and that she might be a virgin, her cherry preserved by the substitution of her head. That suited him, for she had really pleasured him with her expert sucking and thrilled him by drinking his cum. He had been blown before, but only once, and the girl had made a face and spit his spunk out afterwards. That wasn't nearly as good as having her swallow it--especially when it was evident that she loved drinking cum.
He was half right about Tina.
She did adore sucking pricks and drinking the creamy results and, frequently, it kept her from getting fucked.
But she was no virgin.
Tina had been fucked plenty. But she liked her fucking in comfort--in a bed or on a couch--and she didn't care much for getting fucked in the restricting confines of a car. When she was necking in a car, she preferred to take it in the mouth, as a rule. And it had been her intention to suck Mike off again, tonight. But now she changed her mind.
If her head was down on his prick, she would not be able to see what was going on in the back seat.
Tina decided to sit on Mike's prick now, enjoying a fuck while she watched Harpreet jacking Khan and, with equal interest, while she watched his fingers push up Harpreet's juicy cunt.
Mike was till pushing and pleading. "Come on--suck it," he grated.
Tina figured it wouldn't do any harm to suck his cock for a moment, just to make sure that his prick was as hard and as hot as possible before she sat on it. Tina leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, then slipped her lips over it and slurped.
Mike groaned with joy.
She ducked her head up and down for a moment. But not too long because Khan and Harpreet were both panting like locomotives by this time, and Tina didn't want to miss out on the climax. She gave his prick a last loving slurp and drew away.
"Hey--don't stop!" Mike wailed.
The head of his cock was glowing like a light bulb, shining with the heat of his lust. She gave him an impish look.
"I already blew you once," she said.
He stared at her in confusion. What in hell was that supposed to mean? Christ--surely she didn't expect him to eat her out in return. There was no way he was going to do a nasty thing like that!
Mike was a young man who was particular about where he put his tongue. He would have been willing to suck a cunt of a chaste young lady, but there was not a chance that he would lap a promiscuous pussy. There was just no telling what had been in there before him. Why, he wouldn't even kiss the girl, not after she had sucked his cock!
But then Tina said, "I want to get fucked now."
Mike grinned, then started to rise up, to turn Tina down onto the seat and mount her from above--the only way in which he had ever fucked a girl, in fact, for he was not an imaginative fellow.
"Wait--let me sit on your lap," she suggested.
Mike guessed that this lewd little tramp must know what she was talking about, and he settled back again, ready to have a pussy placed upon his towering prick.
Tina knelt on the seat, then threw a leg across Mike so that she was astride his lap and facing him. They were belly-to-belly and tit to chest and--most important--she was able to look over his shoulder and see what was transpiring in the back seat.
Tina reached down between her legs and took his cock by the root, guiding the polished knob into her foaming cunthole. She began to move his cock, not into her cunt yet, but stirring her pussy with his cock-knob--using his prick like a big spoon to whip her juicy bowl to creaminess.
Mike grabbed her by the hips, holding tight and panting in anticipation. His hips moved as he tried to push his cock into her, but she rose up, her slim legs tightening, deftly avoiding the penetration until she was ready for it.
She rubbed his swollen knob back and forth against her throbbing clit. Her cuntlips pulled on his cock-knob.
He could feel the suction of her cunthole dragging at his prick as her cunt impatiently demanded a fuck.
Then she sighed and slowly settled onto his prick.
She went down all the way, taking every inch of his cock up her cunt, burying his prick balls-deep in her pussy. She held the full penetration for a long moment, savoring the sensation of being stuffed full of hot prick and letting Mike thrill to the feeling of having every inch of his hard cock embedded in her cunt.
He whimpered.
His prick expanded inside her and her pussy pulled and sucked on it, her circular pussy muscles clamping closed in a series of concentric rings that ran up his stalk from root to crown, as if she was jacking him off in her cunt. She seemed to have an internal mouth up in her cunt, sucking on his cockhead. Mike gasped with delight. This girl might be a slut but she sure had a nice cunt!
Then Tina began to rise and fall, riding his towering prick in a slow, steady tempo.
Mike stirred under her, unable to fuck properly with her weight on his lap, but he moved his prick around with a grinding motion as she corkscrewed down onto it. His cock filled her cunt. Then she drew up until only his fat cock-knob was still buried in her, paused, then pushed her cunt down all the way again.
His hands slipped down, cupping her mobile ass.
She reached down under her crotch and got a handful of his balls, massaging and squeezing gently.
Her chin rested on his shoulder.
Mike assumed she was clinging to him in desire, not aware that Tina was staring into the back seat and getting a good eyeful, now. Her gaze switched back and forth from Khan's prick to Harpreet's cunt. She was licking her lips. She saw preliminary spunk foaming from Khan's cockhead and her tongue tingled. When she saw the cunt juice running out of Harpreet's cunt, her mouth watered even more.
She was wishing that they would do more, though.
She wanted Harpreet to lean down and take Khan's cock into her sweet lips. Watching a blowjob was more exciting than watching a handjob, Tina reckoned.
Harpreet was really getting carried away, her fist flying up and down, Khan's cock and her clit was throbbing away in passion.
Inspired as much by what she was seeing as what she was doing, Tina began to climb the spiral of lust towards the crest. Her cunt rose and fell and began to cream. "I'm coming," she squealed into Mike's ear. "My pussy is creaming on your big prick!"
Mike groaned with his own fiery thrill. Tina screwed her cunt down, her hips turning, winding her cunt onto his cock. As she went all the way down, her cuntlips stuck to his belly like a suction cup to a wall. They slurped as she rose up again.
Then Mike cried out in ecstasy.
Tina felt his steaming jism rush into her womb, hosing her cunt with the lava of his lust. Her own cuntjuice gushed out to blend with his. He poured stream after stream up her cunt, and she melted with him and around him in a creamy deluge. Cum and cunt juice flooded her, soaking his belly and thighs. The sex-crazed teenager continued to grind away, milking herself and draining him and loving it--but despite the distraction of her own orgasm, she continued to watch Harpreet and Khan.
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