Just barely

"Ah! Hey," Mike grunts as he lands face-first in the backseat of April's car. "Carefu--aaAAH!"

The moment he touches the leather seat you're on top of him, brushing aside the flimsy material of his sling bikini and pushing your cock into his asshole. You hear April close the door behind you, giggling a little as you press your whole weight into her son's fat booty.

By the time she walks around the car, jumps in, and starts it, you're thrusting in and out with long, deep strokes. "Hnngh... Oh man, fuuuck," Mike pants, his eyes closed. One of his hands drifts down towards his crotch, but you have him pressed firmly against the seat, and so he can't reach his member.

You're sure it's getting plenty of stimulation, considering the pounding you're giving him. Better safe than sorry, though, you think as you pick up the pace, slamming into him again and again.

Just as April pulls into a parking lot on campus, you hear your friend's breath go ragged. A moment later, he lets out a low moan, his wide hips twitching.

"You're unloading right now, aren't you," you grunt, still going full-speed. "Right on your mom's leather seats? C'mon, dude."

"S-sorry," he stammers, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"Relax, I'm joking." You're about to say something else, but as the car jerks to a halt, so does your thrusting. You bury yourself balls-deep and unload, pumping huge spurts of your seed deep into Mike. Staring down at his perfect ass, you notice his own cum pooling out from beneath him.

Halfway through your orgasm, you hear the car door behind you once again... Opening, this time.

"Come on, guys, you've gotta hurry," April says encouragingly. "Don't be late--Oh, um, I..." She trails off as you pull out of Mike and spin around. You fire one spurt into the back of the passenger seat as you turn, then take aim at April. The next few ropes land on her apron, but you push her head down and land the last two on her cheek and into her open mouth.

"Och--oh, okay," she sputters, leaning back a little as the jizz drips down her face and chest. "Looks like you took care of that... Now go! Hurry! I'll clean up here."

After leering at her and stroking yourself a final few times, you help Mike out of the car and you both hustle off towards the lecture hall. He's quite a sight: his face and hair are still plastered with your first load of the day, while half of your second is dripping between his ass cheeks. His half-erect cock is still slick with the remains of two of his own orgasms, and the inside of one thigh is glistening as well.

"C'mon, move it," you say with a grin, hanging back a few steps to enjoy the sight of his nearly-naked ass bouncing through the parking lot.