Lay-by

‘Oh shit!’ Miss Hart suddenly said in alarm.

Ian jolted at the sudden change in her tone and immediately stopped feeding the massive blunt end of his turgid monstercock into her pink pussy from behind. ‘What?’ he said nervously.

‘I know we’re in a wooded area, but was it really necessary to go out and fetch a fucking giant redwood tree to show up my pussy?’ said Laura, still looking away from Ian, maintaining the pantomime of shock. As Ian smiled, suddenly realising that the stacked blonde bombshell had been winding him up a little, he saw her turn her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide in mock surprise.

‘Jesus Christ stud!’ Laura shrieked in a shocked voice. She was leaning forwards with her elbows supporting her and as a result could cover her mouth with both hands in a picture of feigned astonishment when she saw Ian behind her, his huge veined trunk pointing downwards as it speared out of his groin to split her gushing gash from behind. ‘I thought it was a huge tree log! What the fuck was I doing sitting on that little gearstick when I could have had your castiron pussy missile pumping up my twat?’

‘What indeed…?’ said Ian, before maintaining his interest in the job at hand and sliding his lips forwards so that the massive tool continued to split the PE teacher’s peachy pussy. Miss Hart immediately abandoned the mild piece of role play that she had been indulging in and began to continue to jiggle her asscheeks for Ian, changing her position slightly so that she could rock back and forth on her hands and knees. This had the effect of making her firm yet generous and perfectly shaped buttocks ripple, the huge breasted slut working her ass even as Ian plugged her behind, her pussy swallowing his girthsome member as her derrière danced.

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckk you’re a cocksmith and a half,’ Laura moaned appreciatively as Ian succeeded in treating her to all of his inches at once and started to work his stiff shaft into her, humping back and forth, gritting his teeth at the way the expert muscles of her pussy clamped around his pulsating monstercock like a slippery vice, the blonde slut still jiggling her asscheeks at him. He slapped them with his open palm to make then ripple more and drew shrieks from the megaboobed slut.

‘Get it, baby, get it!’ Miss Hart screamed as Ian speeded up the rate at which he was pumping his hips, each of the movements her was making angling downwards so that it felt as though he was nailing the blonde vixen into the plush seats of her car. Being stretched across the front two seats wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in but somehow that didn’t seem important at the moment. Ian slid one of his hands in front of him beneath the pair of them and started to caress Laura’s tight, muscular, midriff and groin, about at the section where she had the tattoo, and worked it backwards, finding her clit at the apex where her stuffed pussy was being split and started to play with the fleshy bud.

At this stimulation Laura’s eyelids fluttered and she released a high-pitched vowel sound that went up and down. Instantly, she squirted copiously, her legs buckling and spasming beneath her as her twat popped at Ian’s touch, contracting around the massively thick tube of meat that filled it. Her spatterings of honey smacked against the car upholstery with the drenching sound as liquid projected forcefully against it, and a little pool gathered in the leather around Ian’s knees.

After a short while, Laura pulled herself off the massive, tumescent rod that was impaling her from behind, which took quite a while. Soon all of Ian’s inches had been extracted from her pussy and his meatstick emerged from her slit with a wet ‘POP’, and hung in the air, vibrating a little, obviously painfully stiff. As Laura wriggled back into her black shiny wet-look leggings, Ian grasped his dick and twisted it so that a bolt of precum jetted from the tip and slapped stickily against her skintight-fabric covered asscheeks. When she repositioned herself to finally sit in the correct position in the driving seat, the wet fabric squealed and squelched a little against the leather seat underneath her.

‘Ok, stud,’ said Laura, finding her shades from near the brake pedal and putting them back on her face, ‘I’m going to smoke that cock like never before. Sit down.’

Before he got back into his seat, Ian took the opportunity to stand up properly and take the base of his tumescent fuckrod in his right hand. Laura inclined her torso towards him, her massive gleaming knockers sticking out and stuck her tongue out of her mouth. Meeting her halfway, Ian smacked his steel-hard cock directly against her tongue a few times, the bell-end patting against her moist pink tongue, before pressing his dick up and down more forcefully, slapping her in the face with his colossal monstercock, pistoning it rapidly against her cheeks, nose, and her sunglasses.

After two dozen or so cockslaps, he directed his dick next to her nose and cheek and pushed it upwards, which had the effect of driving his cock between her sunglasses and face. Ian steered his cock further upwards by pressing his hips towards the busty slut, laying the underside of his massive shaft against her fac and sliding it along until once again, as before, his dick appeared to be wearing the shades, the drooling cockend jutting out over her head into the air, slick, veiny cockshaft pinioned to her face by her sunglasses.

After a while Ian withdrew his cock swiftly, yanking the sunglasses from her face along with his movement. They ended up dangling off the end of his dick, whereupon Laura let them settle and then took them off and replaced them on her nose.

‘Very funny,’ she said, as Ian got back into his seat.

Laura then leaned over towards Ian in the passenger seat. Ian leaned backwards in the seat and spread his arms accommodatingly as his huge rod stuck up horizontally, the vein-ridged pole glistening with moisture as Laura opened her mouth.

‘Yum fucking yum…’ she said.

Then Laura simply impaled her mouth of Ian’s fuckstick, driving it into her throat. He threw his head back and moaned, the flared glans raking through her throat, saliva and precum immediately sloshing around the turgid cumtube, spilling out past her lips, and exploding onto his balls. Laura’s heavy tits slapped against his thigh every time she threw myself forward to fill her slutty throat with his cock. Then Laura lifted up her boobs in her hands to smear them all over Ian’s bulging, pulsating ballsack, trapping his balls in her astounding cleavage and rubbing the wet mounds against them as her hoovering mouth sucked and slurped, horny noises filling the car, wet smacks and the nasty rasp of a ‘guck-guckguckguck!’ machine-gunning from her throat, increasing in volume the further down his rod she speared. The big-titted blonde slut gagged and gargled on Ian as she titfucked his testes at the same time.

It was like his cock was trapped in a slippery cocksleeve even as her monumental, bursting, hot, spit- and- precum gleaming breasts smothered his swollen sack. Her throat turned into a vice, suction clamping him tight as the foxy vixen threatened to tug his cock right off, making his balls swinging and swaying in dripping nastiness, slapping her chin and throat.

Ian roared, thrusting forward and pulling her head down, coiling his hand in her blonde hair and holding her there as he moved his hips, jostling his thick shaft this way and that in the silky, soaked confines of her throat, using Laura as a fucktoy, revelling in the wet gags, the slobber rolling down her chin and onto his balls. The new penetration angle challenged even her skill and he was rewarded with harsher gags, ragged slobbering sounds, and a sudden backsplatter of goo from Laura’s mouth.

Ian slowly pulled out a little and Laura let out a long breath which ended in a gurgle as his cock spat a translucent wad of precum directly into her face, smacking against her shades, clear droplets exploding everywhere. Then Laura was gargling once more as she crammed the dick back down, giving his whole cock a sort of car-wash with every oral instrument at her disposal, cheeks tongue and throat all constricting and twisting around his girth. Finally Laura pulled his prickhead from her mouth with a nasty POP and an explosion of precum and slobber, her gloved right hand wrapped round the length, jerking it as she looked at him, her lips curled into a snarl, her teeth clenched together.

She held his massive prong by the base with one hand, then began abruptly slapping her juicy, gooey face back and forth with his huge hard pole, over and over in frenzied moans and lusty grunts with each wet smack. Ian roared almost helplessly now, each wet SMACK and SLAP making his cock spurt out another hot gout of precum, each of which were catapulted into the air to land on the windscreen, dashboard, bonnet and upholstery of the car. Each soaked, percussive impact of his hard cock against her face was very nearly too much for him to stand, his cock swelling even more, until it simply was as hard and thick as either of them had ever witnessed it, flushed and bulging, and his balls so full, bouncing up closer to his body from their heavy, swinging sack as he pushed her away slightly and got to his feet.

Laura was back in the driver’s seat as Ian jerked his cock with a few stiff twists. Laura opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Immediately a massive blast of cum exploded directly into her face and mushroomed out into a glittering spray of pearly droplets that spattered into the seat and dashboard. Her face drenched, Laura kept her mouth open, waggling her tongue even as ropes of cum dripped from it as another burst of semen splattered her in the face again.

‘Fuck,’ said Laura, between blasts, ‘I wish I had windscreen wipers for my shades.’

The next spurt nailed her straight in the face again, overloading her mouth and tongue with semen, her hair sparkling with spattered droplets, cum gliding down freely over her chin and jawline. Then Ian redirected and plastered her tits, her tattooed belly and her leggings. By the time he had finished she was glazed.

Ian found the phone and took another picture of her at the driving seat, cum dripping from her face, tits, arms, and the rim of her glasses.

‘I’d better not put this back in the glovebox,’ said Ian.

‘Here,’ Laura smiled, taking it from him and lodging it between her tits. It stayed there. Then she started the car.

‘Let’s go and get lunch,’ she said.