Lisa twirled her fingers inside herself, getting them all hot and slopped up with her cunt juices. She could feel a trickle of juice ooze down over her bottom. She squirmed, finger-fucking herself faster. Cream me, she thought. Shoot that hot stuff up my cunt.

Crap, if it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner, Lisa would have felt the hot boy-cum blasting up her pussy. God, that would have felt good. As it happened, she had at least gotten a taste of the horny boy's cum. He'd gotten so hot sitting across the aisle from her while she made eyes at him that he'd run to the bathroom. A few minutes later, when he'd come back to his seat, he'd winked at her. Lisa smiled at him. She knew what he'd done.

Then Lisa had gone to the restroom hoping she'd get a whiff of his cum in the air. When she opened the door she almost fainted. White gobs of the boy's cum hung from the mirror. Pools of the sexy stuff sat on the stainless-steel washbasin. Lisa had wasted no time in licking the tasty boy-jizz off the glass and stainless-steel. As she had swallowed it, she'd gotten so excited that she's spasmed with out even touching her pussy. Her pussy went off like a pack of firecrackers – both then and now.

"Oh, man!" she muttered. "Feels good!" As her orgasm bit, she managed to get a fourth finger up her cunt, and now she worked all four fingers in and out of her sucking pussy hole with such force that she was near to shoving her entire hand inside herself. It felt good, so very good. She felt her toes curling. She felt prickles of sensation in her tight little whole. Wonderful!

Her orgasm over, she washed up.