Pausing the journey

As they left the stunned blonde motorist behind to treasure her little present once she’d recovered enough to try and get it off her face, Ian decided that the sleeve was something that he could do without, recalling how adamant Laura had been earlier that it shouldn’t be covered up while on the school premises and deciding that she probably wouldn’t mind if he extended that policy to go for her car as well.

“Come Christmas, I’m going to have that monster wrapped and ribboned,” Laura decided as she cast a glance at how Ian was working to get his cock out of her jacket.

“Whatever you do, don’t use scissors to open it,” Ian replied as the leather jacket slipped off his cock and was allowed to fall down between his feet.

“I won’t,” Laura assured him, “I’ll just start saying dirty things to you and wait for you to take care of it in the best possible way.”

“It’s a date,” Ian said as he began to use both hands to keep the swollen crown of his tumescent schlong from bumping into his throat as Laura drove along, feeling it pounding against his grip as he wondered if she would dress up as Santa and if so what her fake beard would consist of.

Minutes later, after having begun to “accidentally” bring her hand onto his cock with increasing regularity, Laura suddenly began to slow down, despite the fact that they were currently about halfway down a reasonably long straight.

“I’m sorry baby, but lunch is just going to have to wait,” Laura explained as she brought the car to a halt by the side of the road.

Expecting the statuesque, painfully beautiful blonde vixen sitting next to him to simply lunge at his cock and not cease her **** until its fist-sized head was buried deep into her throat, Ian was surprised to find that instead of doing that, Laura opened the car door and stepped out onto the road.

“Honestly Ian, I’m usually fairly horny,” Laura came up with the understatement of the century as she dug her gloved thumbs in under the waistband of her leggings, leaving Ian to feel his cock twitch in front of him as he wondered if she was actually planning to remove them right there, out in the open and in full view of anyone who might come along, “but you do things to me that beggars belief.”

“Oh fuck Laura…” Ian managed to groan out as Laura began pushing her leggings downwards, little by little revealing her wet pussy to him.

“I’m starting to think that this was a mistake,” Laura revealed, though that didn’t stop her from continuing to slide her leggings down her long, toned legs, “that maybe we should just have stayed where we were so you could fuck my ass for an hour straight without interruptions, with me gagging on your cock and gulping down your cum whenever it was churned out by those beautiful bull balls.”

Up in the tree directly in front of where Laura had parked her car, a squirrel was busy minding its own business up on one of the branches, cautiously scrutinizing the two newcomers as it raced back and forth across the same branch. It narrowly avoided being glued to the trunk of the tree by the high-velocity jet of precum that Ian released in response to Laura’s heartfelt praise of his balls, with his cockhead sticking out over the top of the windscreen.

“Hmm,” Laura moaned happily at Ian’s forceful projection of prejizz, her leggings now pulled down to her knees as she leaned forwards, thereby causing her mesh-top to come perilously close to bursting wide-open and allowing her ginormous boobs to regain their freedom, with her shades having slipped far down enough on the bridge of her nose that Ian could spot the lustful gleam in her eyes, “I want you to lay me out across the trunk of my car and ram your cock into my foaming pussy and bury those big, beefy nuts inside my cinnamon ring.”

Laura bit her lip and fluttered her eyelids as a few leaves spiralled down towards the ground as a result of Ian’s second burst of precum.

“I’m starting to think I’m standing in the wrong place,” Laura decided, leading Ian to release a disappointed groan by wiggling her shiny leggings but compensating him for robbing him of visual access to her gleaming slit by intensifying the salacious nature of her smile, even going so far as to form her mouth into a perfect circle and bobbing her head up and down a few times to show him what she had planned for him later on.

Feeling his testes bounce about between his legs where he sat, Ian struggled to retain control of his twitching monstercock as Laura spun round to showcase how the leggings hugged her juicy ass like a second skin and then buried her hands down their back and tugged them outwards as far as they could go before quickly pulling her hands back out and releasing an excited shriek when the glossy fabric came shooting back to smack against her buttocks, another streamer of his precum sailing through the air as he followed the dramatic sway of her behind which followed when she began her deliberately slow walk around the car.

“Mmm,” Laura groaned against as she stood just in front of the hood of her car and pulled at her mesh top until both of her nipples were poking through it, wetting her plump lips with her pink tongue and once more tilting her head forwards so she could offer him a scorching hot look from behind her shades, “don’t my hard nipples get a fat bolt of precum?”

When she asked him that nicely, Ian didn’t have the hard to refuse Laura, and she soon let out another happy squeal as a fat squirt of sticky, translucent fluid flew past just to the right of her.

“Baby, I’m going to ride you later,” Laura vowed, stopping to lift her left tit up towards her mouth and suck the hard, dark nubbin into her mouth, keeping her lips locked around it as she sucked on it so vigorously that a rope of her spit was soon trickling its way down curved underside of the huge mound of luscious titflesh, “and when I cum, and believe me when I tell you that that’s something that I’ll be doing every few seconds, I want you to lean in and nibble on one of my nipples.”

What Laura did next was to release her hold of her breast and leave it to jiggle about a little as it settled back into place and then thrill Ian by pressing the heel of her hand into her stomach so that her fingers were sticking out in front of her before first sliding it back up towards her sternum and pushing her elbow out until her digits were in contact with the smooth skin that covered her firm belly and moving her hand downwards until her fingers slid back in underneath the waistband of her leggings, taking advantage of their tightness by making sure that Ian could see how she was moving her hand as she began to stimulate her bald pussy, soon adding a succession of horny, feminine little moans and grunts that flowed effortlessly from her lush lips.

Moved by Laura’s spirited behaviour into deciding that she ought to be rewarded for it, Ian waited until she dropped her head forwards to glance down at how her fingers were moving about underneath the shiny cover of the faux leather leggings and then rose up to stand with one foot firmly planted on each of the two seats and allowed his pounding monstercock to cast its shadow across the hood of the nimble little sports car, waiting for the ideal moment in which to strike.

“So… ah!” Laura was about to say something impossibly lewd to him as she turned her head back up again, Ian was sure of it, but he cut her short and made her release a surprised little scream by unleashing a bolt of prejizz that was unusually sizeable, even for him, that left her whole face coated with a glossy layer of it, with tendrils distending themselves downwards off the rim of her shades.

“Fu… oh!” This time round, Ian guessed that Laura had been intending to unleash a swearword onto the world before he stepped in to stop her from doing so by giving her tits the same treatment as he had already offered to her face, though the two spectacular orbs were simply too large for him to cover them with just one blast. It’s possible that it was that realization that spurred him to release another one just a few seconds later, without changing to a new target.

“Baby,” Laura ventured to squeeze out of her throat once a few seconds had gone by without her being bombarded by fat jets of precum, “you know how these leggings are really glossy?”

“Uh-huh,” Ian nodded, feeling pretty sure of just where the blonde vixen in front of him was aiming to take things.

“Want to see if you can make them even glossier?” Laura asked as she turned seductively to present Ian with a perfect view of her ass, to which he responded by making her yelp delightedly by releasing a geysering of precum that washed over her heart-shaped ass, proving itself to actually increase the lustre of her borrowed leg wear.

Vaguely conscious of another glorious giggle coming from Laura, Ian swayed from side to side where he stood propped up on the seats when she suddenly tugged down her leggings far enough for all of her ass to be exposed as she stood with her upper body leaning forwards, and finally reacted to her actions in a predictable manner by releasing another plus-sized welter of precum that would end its brief journey through the air by being plastered onto her firm buttocks.

Fisting his cock a few times and weighing it in his hand, Ian watched in silence as one of Laura’s hands came back and how she used it to scoop up some of his precum from off her ass before bringing her hand back to her face, she had now turned her head so that he was watching her in profile, and stuck out her tongue so that she could rub the gluey fluid directly onto it, even going so far as to pat two of her digits against it a few times before suddenly bringing her tongue around and slipping it past her lips, her cheeks being sucked in between her teeth as coated the digit with saliva.

A bolt of precum sailed past Laura’s head to splatter onto the road as she exited her thumb from her mouth and steered it back towards her ass, leaving Ian to release a semi-choked groan as she stabbed her thumb into her asshole.