The gearstick girl

‘That’s hot,’ confesses Ian, looking at Laura bending over with her thumb in her ass, ‘but I think we can do a little better, don’t you?’

‘Whatever do you have in mind?’ said Miss Hart, using her free hand to move her shades a little further down her nose so that she could peek over them. Ian noticed how another blob of precum dislodged itself from the frame as she did so to lengthen into a string and then spatter on the road.

‘What do you say we replace that thumb with something?’ Ian said, opening the car door and stepping out into the road. It seemed to be a secluded enough stop for something of this nature to take place. Perhaps Miss Hart had used it before for similar purposes.

‘Something like?’ said Laura, ‘hmmmmmm… I don’t know… something like the massive fucking monstercock that’s been pelting me with precum for the last five minutes?’

‘An excellent suggestion,’ said Ian, advancing on the massive-chested blonde slut standing in the middle of the road, her golden asscheeks gleaming with clear, treacly fluid. At this point she removed the thumb from her asshole.

‘Pop,’ she said, taking full advantage of the onomatopoeic properties of the word.

Then Laura took the cue and straightened up and turned to face him so that he could see the discharge of precum glistening against her massive megatits and sliding down her face. Next, teasing Ian, Laura walked right past Ian without touching him. This meant that she had to take a small, triangular detour all the way around his protruding dick. Ian smiled as he saw the monstrously buxom vixen sashay past him, smiling, her glorious buttocks sublime as she walked away, only to bend over the bonnet of her car.

Miss Hart straightened her legs, the high, stiletto-heeled ankle boots accentuating her calves, and then pulled the wet look leggings firmly over her ass, covering it tightly. They slid over her magnificent glutes easily. Then, carefully, the blond PE teacher fastidiously peeled the skintight, stretchy material down over her asscheeks but no further. Her glorious legs were still encased in the shiny black material but her pussy and asshole were revealed fully to Ian.

Ian could wait no longer – they were, after all, in a public place – and moved forwards, almost wishing to impale Laura at the end of his running jump at her. As it was, he reached her, slapped her asscheeks, and then laid the entire length of his huge member all the way across the blonde’s back.

‘That’s heavy…’ was Miss Hart’s only comment as Ian pulled his hips back, allowing the massive meat-log to slide back the slender groove down the centre of Miss Hart’s back until the drooling, fist-sized head was resting against the top of her buttocks.

Taking careful aim, Ian settled the massive purple head of his member against the puckered ring of Laura’s asshole, the enormous shaft of his cock throbbing and pulsing, the massive vein-corded length of meat looking dismorphically huge as he propped it firmly against Miss Hart’s delectable derrière. Then Ian began to spear the heart-shaped helmet of his manmeat into his colleague’s tight yet accepting asshole.

Laura screamed as the shaft penetrated her tightest hole. Ian settled his mammoth cockend into the blonde bombshell’s ass, gripping her shoulder with his left hand to keep her in place, all the while concentrating on how the gorgeous vixen’s ringpiece expanded elastically to allow the his huge cumtube full access to her rectum, her asshole widened beyond all reasonable degree.

After this was accomplished, there was very little to do but pound the shit out of the amazing, wriggling, huge-titted blonde, and Ian jackhammered his monstercock into Miss Hart’s asshole, sawing in and our of her tightest hole while she screamed and wailed. Ian kept firm hold of her amazing body, either slapping her asscheeks, attempting to get any kind of purchase on her enormous boobs, or squeezing her waist, and Miss Hart was actually hammering her hands onto the hood of her car, not caring whatsoever if she put dents into it. After a period of smacking her hands against the car, Laura moved her hands back behind her underneath her legs and commenced playing with Ian’s huge, jangling balls. The leather material of her gloves against his beefy testes felt astounding as she mauled his dangling scrotum.

‘Fuck!’ shouted Miss Hart, then turning around to look at Ian over her shoulder, ‘I think you deserve a treat. You fuck my ass so good, I’m going to give you a treat.’

Ian couldn’t imagine what on earth Laura had in store for him that could possibly be better than what he was currently experiencing, but he decided to go with it on the grounds that she hadn’t disappointed him yet.

‘You want to see something filthy?’ said Miss Hart.

Ian did, Ian did. Slowly he stopped reaming the blonde bombshell’s asshole and retracted his giant monstercock from her. As he did so a thick squirt of precum ripped out of his cockend and plastered itself against the windshield, accompanied by an appreciative shriek from Miss Hart as it sailed past her head and splattered in front of her.

‘This is why we have windscreen wipers,’ Laura said, turning to face Ian once more and fondling his cock, even allowing the slippery, turgid fuckmast to slide inbetween her massive tits as she did so. She was able to lean down slightly and give the angry-looking head a wet kiss: ‘MMMMMWAH!’

This accomplished Laura, with her leggings still peeled down over her ass, made her way around the car, opened the door, and got in. For a moment, Ian had the horrible thought that she was going to hit the accelerator and drive off, but then he saw her move so that instead of sitting in the correct position in the driver’s seat she reversed herself. Ian himself was more than a little curious and went back to the side of the car that he had been sitting in to get a better look, as he saw Laura turn her head so that she was facing the back of the car.

Looking down, Ian suddenly understood what was happening. Laura now had one ankle-booted foot in the driver’s side and one in the passenger’s side, and was balancing herself over the leather gearstick. The sight took Ian’s breath away, as the blonde, huge-titted vixen suspended herself for a second, her faux-leather wet-look leggings hitched down over her thighs, her gloved hands gripping the dashboard, her massive tits sticking out in front of her, bursting against the constrictive mesh top.

‘I’m what you might call a gearstick girl, Ian,’ said Miss Hart with a wicked smile. The shades were once again in the correct position on her face, hiding her eyes, which made her seem more mysterious again. Ian actually groaned in anticipation of what was about to occur.

‘Don’t just stand there,’ said Laura, ‘take a picture or two. I have a phone in the glovebox.’

This comment made Ian release a bolt of precum that whipped out over the car and landed in the road a good forty feet away.

Ian then subsequently lost his decorum somewhat by scrabbling frantically in the glovebox to get Miss Hart’s phone. When he retrieved it, the wallpaper was rather predictably a picture of the same Miss Hart with an expression of exaggerated shock on her face, her hand over her mouth, and a cock in her other hand protruding from the side of the picture. Quickly he adjusted the phone so that he was ready to take a picture.

Ian waited and then Laura used one of her gloved hands to separate the lips of her pussy, stroking the pink wetness and then holding her vulva apart between her index and middle fingers. Releasing a slight moan, she slowly moved downwards on her haunches, the tight material of her leggings creasing and crinkling as she did so. Then Ian saw her pink honeybox latch onto the bulbous end of the gearstick, settle itself, and then just keep going, the gearstick plunging up her snatch. At this point, Ian snapped a picture.

‘Do I look slutty enough yet?’ breathed Miss Hart huskily.

‘Quite…’ admitted Ian.

‘Quite, but not quite. Perhaps I’d look better with a massive cock sticking out of my mouth?’

Ian quite agreed, vaulting over the car door and standing over the blonde vixen, planting a foot on each of the car seats. Ian’s massive dick was now pointed directly at her face. Then, he thrust forward and laid his cock across her face, balls resting on her chin, making sure to take a photograph.

Laura slapped at his nuts with a slobbery tongue before letting him grind her cheeks along his length, opening her mouth wide as Ian then plunged forward, gagging her slightly as he fucked her throat direct and deep, the gorgeous, gearstick-transfixed slut’s undulating tongue slashing back and forth across the underside of his rod the whole time.

Ian groaned, a feral sound of animal content, and pulled Laura’s lips against his crotch, lodging his cock as deep as it would go in her throat and held her there. Behind her shades, Laura’s eyes went wide, gagging and **** a little as nasty bursts of slobber got coughed out onto Ian’s dangling ballsack, lips burbling around in the mess as her boobs mashed into his thighs.

Ian pulled her head all the way off his cock, ripping it past her lips and dragging slick spit out with every inch, before bending over her further, one hand on the back of her head, the other tilting her chin up. She looked up at him, lips swollen and still connected to his cock in dozens of trails of precum.

‘Facefuck me, stud,’ Miss Hart said.

Ian grinned wickedly, pulling back about halfway, cock massive and throbbing in the air. He then pushed back enough to cram his cockhead into Laura’s cheek before re-aligning and shoving, deep, back into her squeezing throat.

Then Laura plunged forward to meet his thrust, swallowing on his dick over and over, gargling him in the depths of her lodged throat, precum and slobber continuously drooling down her chin to drip from his balls onto her massive tits. The nasty web of glue was only getting wetter and thicker with each gurgling, gutteral noise of her throat, her tongue sticking out so far that it could caress his balls, and all the while she humped herself on the gearstick, her pussy jammed.