Jane pulled her dress up and slowly lowered her open pussy over the thick knob on the end of the gear stick.
The only sound was the wind in the grass in the field beside us and the sound of her soaking cunt squelching as more and more of the car's gearstick disappeared inside her married fuck hole.
The guy looking through the front passenger window had his cock in his fist and was pumping it as he pulled at his ballsack and moved closer for a better view.
Standing behind him on the grass verge, I could see his mate looking through the rear passenger door, cock in hand, stroking his short beard as he bit his lip.
Jane's eyes were closed as she worked her weight up and down on the thick bulbuous tip.
The guy at the back reached inside and cupped one of her tits, weighing it in his open palm and looking back to make sure he wasn't overstepping the limits.
I nodded and he opened the rear door and sat in the back, watching Janes heavy tits swinging in his face as she used the front seats for grip and balance as she abused the gear stick, soaking it in her hot, wet pussy juice.
The guy at the front window opened his door and reached across, one hand still on his cock, and the other on Jane's fleshy arse, his middle finger straying towards her arsehole. When he saw she was enjoying the extra attention, he licked his finger and slid his finger in up to the first knuckle and started to beat his meat faster.
The guy in the back had arched up in the seat and was brushing the tip of his cock against Janes right nipple as he wanked. His face went red before he grunted and his load shot out, most of it over Jane's tits but some of it over his belly, which Janes dipped her head to taste, licking it and smearing it around his stomach so it shone in the midday sun.
The guy in the front caught most of his load in the hand he had been abusing Jane's arsehole with and smeared the hot cum back around her arse hole, using it as lubrication to slide his middle finger back in, this time covered in his cum, as we heard Jane yell, cumming hard, gushing torrents over our gear stick and clamping hard on his cummy middle finger as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
The timing of a delivery truck we could hear approaching down the country lane was perfect.
We all put ourselves away and they guys made their way back to their car without so much as a word, leaving Jane and myself to gather ourselves and wait for the delivery truck to pass before we made our way home.
But did we make it straight home? |
