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.