Stationary drive-by

The first leg of the journey turned out to be about ten metres long, as the little red sports car came to a halt from Laura pushing down on the brake pedal, with Ian being so surprised by the sudden halt that he just barely managed to keep control of his cock, keeping the glistening slab of meat from thundering forwards to leave a dent in the glove compartment.

“Sorry about that,” Laura offered Ian as an excuse for the sudden and unannounced stop, smiling over at him where he was sitting with the trunk of his heavy cock about an inch or so away from the dashboard and his cockhead aimed at angle that ensured that he would definitely leave the windshield looking quite messy if she was to say anything enticing, which Ian had found that she did have a tendency of doing.

“Spending all day having my brains fucked out by a gargantuan fuckpiece has a nasty tendency of leaving me a little absent-minded,” Laura explained, and Ian felt a certain gratitude towards himself for having had the presence of mind to pull his cock back a little and twist it to his left during the very brief moment that she had required to come up with as enticing explanation as possible, and the streamer of prejizz which sprayed out of his cock in response to the sound of her voice shot out over the side of the car to land harmlessly on the roof of someone’s Volvo estate.

“Fuck,” Laura interrupted her explanation to let out a husky curse at the sight of Ian’s precum rocketing its way through the air as naturally as a more conventionally social woman would interrupt an anecdote to thank someone for handing her a cup of coffee whilst attending a dinner party.

“Anyway,” Laura shook her head and smiled at Ian, “I should very much like to get my shades and gloves.”

“Right…” Ian’s reply was nonplussed.

“Ian, baby,” Laura reached out with one hand to gently stroke his cock like she would his arm, “they’re in the glove box, and your big, fat cock is in the way.”

“Oh,” Ian replied and Laura giggled as he tugged his dick closer to his body while she reached to open the glove compartment and pull out a pair of sleek shades and a pair of black leather gloves, closing the lid and then dropping the shades and gloves onto Ian’s lap as he seized the opportunity to lean in and grab the back of her head so that he could offer her another messy, spit-swapping kiss, which soon grew so intense that he was beginning to suspect that she might just push down her leggings before mounting him right there on the spot.

That didn’t happen, and instead Laura would eventually go on to break off their kiss, releasing a happy sigh before kissing Ian’s forehead and then gathering up her things from where they were spread out over his lap, with the fist-sized crown of his cock pointing out over the side of the car as her collecting of her gloves involved a lot of cupping, fondling and caressing that soon resulted in the Volvo receiving another salvo.

“I think I’m going to get a mould of your cock and replace my gearstick with it,” Laura shared with Ian once she’d donned the gloves and glasses, and that little titbit resulted in one more bolt of precum flying out of his cumslit, with the Volvo being saved thanks only to the fact that Laura had already pushed down on the accelerator to set the car in motion by the time that the blob of clear, sticky fluid had cleared his cock and become airborne.

As they approached the main gates, Ian spotted a group of four delectable teenage girls, though he would have been absolutely baffled if they had turned out to be anything else than mindblowingly gorgeous, and sent Laura a pleading look.

“Oh alright…” Laura chuckled and then brought her car to another dramatic halt, pulling up right next to the spot where the four young minxes were standing, their chat interrupted by the sudden intrusion of one of their teachers and another adult.

“What are you girls doing?” Laura challenged the foursome, who were on the opposite side of the car to where she was sitting.

“Nothing,” one of them, a statuesque brunette with jet-black hair and coppery skin, replied. While she spoke, the busty teen was staring at the impossibly thick slab of cockmeat that stuck up over the side of Laura’s car, hardly being able of failing to spot it at a distance of just under six feet, and Ian felt quite satisfied by how the foxy slut began shuffling her feet nervously whilst playing with the hemline of her white micro-skirt.

“You weren’t go to skip lunch, were you?” Laura asked them, and even Ian had a hard time deciding whether she was being serious or not.

“No, Miss Hart,” the girl standing directly to the first girl’s left replied, and she was a black girl with an achingly beautiful face and a pair of huge tits that spilled out over the glossy fabric of her striped black and green latex corset, which she wore along with a pair of flimsy black panties and a pair of thigh-high glossy black boots. She too looked as though she’d spotted Ian’s cock.

“I think you were going to,” Laura decided, and now Ian noticed at he turned to look at her that the corners of her mouth were raised into a mischievous smile that he was probably alone in noticing.

“Girls,” Laura continued before any of the busty teen vixens had had a chance to voice their protests at her conclusion, though the sternness of her voice was cracking up and being replaced by an intoxicating bubbliness, “don’t you know that lunch is one of the most important meals of the day? And I’m sure that Mr. White, who will be joining our faculty and who will pay extra attention to the four of you, of that I’m certain, will agree with me.”

“Won’t you, Mr. White?” Laura demanded to know, and Ian took this as his key, noting before he rose up to stand with one foot on the floor of the car and the other on his seat that she was sending another of her desperately enticing smiles right at him.

There was a sort of collective sigh of utter amazement and instant satisfaction from the top-heavy quartet upon their getting a first proper glance at Ian’s cock in all its throbbing, sixteen-inch glory, and they stood there staring at it in wide-eyed disbelief as he gave the handful of good fistings that it required before his balls jumped about in a familiar fashion as the tension that had been building up inside him ever since his last ejaculation was manifested in a veritable wall of jizz that erupted from it to come wobbling its way through the air to leave the brunette and the black girl absolutely covered in a thick frosting of cum.

Next up to be showered with cum was the sunkissed blonde that was standing next to the black girl, and she responded to what was about to happen to her by yanking down the thin boob-tube that she was wearing, freeing her pair of round, full tits just in time to have them drenched by the incoming torrent of balljuice that left her facial features completely exposed.

Swinging his throbbing cum-tube to the left, Ian closed one eye as he aimed the blunt tip of his bucking member straight at the redhead on other end of the line from the blonde and then let loose a swirling streamer of cum that soaked through the fabric of the cut-down white cotton top that she was wearing and pattered against her toned midriff, with thick gobs of it raining down onto the navy blue sneakers that she was wearing.

“Nice shoot,” Laura praised Ian as he sat back down next to her, “think you could do it again while on the move?”

Rather than to respond to Laura’s question, Ian placed his left hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for another wet kiss, this time following up on the way in which his tongue was thrust past her plump lips by taking his right hand and slipping it down the front of her faux leather leggings, making Laura groan into his mouth and push herself closer to him, her leather jacket coming apart so that one of her mesh-covered tits came down to rest on his shirt clad chest as found her clit and began to tease it with his fingers.

Much like him when he had blown his load all over the four schoolgirls, all of whom remained rather stunned by what had just happened and what was still happening, Laura was so riled up that she needed only to have her pleasure button caressed a few times before Ian could feel his hand being soaked by her discharge of girlcum, her lips slipping away from his so that she could produce a girlish scream as Ian held his fingers against her clit without manipulating it any further.

Ian eventually let go off Laura and slipped his hand out of the leggings that she’d commandeered, leaving her to sink back down into her seat with a happy smile upon her face.

“Damn it Ian,” Laura suddenly gasped out as she pushed the shades up into her hair to expose how her eyes had narrowed into tiny slits as she offered him a nasty, sultry look.

“What?” Ian asked with a smile, and then followed how Laura’s face went through a sequence of lustful grimaces as she buried one hand down the front of her leggings, his cock twitching in his hands when she finally produced the thong that had thus far been stuffed into her soaked pussy.

“You just made me squirt all over my underwear,” Laura said, displaying a flair for stating the obvious, “and now look at them…”

With that, Laura carried the soaked garment across the front seat and used a delicate touch to wrap it around the base of Ian’s cock, with its wet straps disappearing in behind his swollen ballsack.

“Now,” Laura spoke as though she had no idea that her conversation with Ian was being observed by four cum-faced beauties who all still looked like they were in a bit of a shock at the sudden discharge of jizz that had come their way, “you have a choice to make before we get going, either I lick your juices off your cock or my juices off your fingers. Either way, there’ll be a lot of drooling and muffled moans involved.”

To Ian’s mind, either option sounded almost alarmingly good.