Cumming in his mouth he spit her juices up over her ass and on to her spine, trickling over both sides of her ribs as she squirmed about. The video was going to be incredible. Portraits even more erotic. Lifting her face from his beast inch by inch Zach snapped a series of escape shots until her mouth frothed over his dad’s foreskin. Sharing her load with the boys she drooled down her chin then prepared to dismount.
Waving the boys back Piper leered over her shoulder. “One trick pony or am I riding this hobby horse?” Slapping both of his palms over her ass he let her reposition while he lay there. Worried Horace might get mad the boys hurried to hide behind her Ford Edge.
The wait over Piper faced the hood of her SUV and rode Horace reverse cowgirl, her upper body masking his eyesight. Hands palming her ribs she mounted Mister Ed and felt it rip her pussy lips wide. Her eyes yet again seeking residence in the dark room behind her skull. A maddening thrust she was yelping like a first-time filly.
The boys moved back in cautiously until right up on her. If not for Horace’s jams playing in the garage, he might have heard the camera clicking. Jams while she danced on his pole, he was clueless. Her juices rapidly flowing around his girth the boys were amazed by the quantity of her fountain.
Titties bouncing about wildly, the boys found it tempting to beat off. Seeing Steve unzipping she pointed at him, wagging her finger no. Pouting the boys obeyed her. Bad enough she was fucking in front of them without them nutting in front of her. Piper did try to contain her stupidity concerning them even though she allowed them to watch and record. It was the touching and the thoughts of seeing their… ”
Screaming orgasm!
She fell back over Horace, her long blonde curls smothering his face. Reaching under and around her with both arms he clutched her left breast then with his right choked her, holding her arms imprisoned. Thrusting up into her all she could do was beg for more.
In his clutches Piper could not lift her head, all she could do was look up at the gloomy skies. Her arms also held restrained she was helpless and to be honest loving it. Unable to see the boys any longer worried her. Mischievous little fuckers were prone to be sneaky. Sure enough, she felt stimulation rubbing her clit.
“OHHHHH FUCK!” She let out a wail at someone’s thumb tickling her fancy even as Horace pounded her thighs. Not knowing how Horace might respond to her objections to any helping hands she just gnashed her teeth and came hard on his cock. Not once did that thumb stop until she did. Click! Click! Whirr! Pics required two steady hands so that meant it wasn’t Zach. So, either Joe or Steve, likeliest candidate Steve who was simply watching. She gave up worrying about it, her brain was fuzzy as it was.
Unloading into her again like lightning strikes Piper convulsed heavily. Now that thumb print went missing. His grip loosening over her she simply lay breathing heavily outstretched atop his near bodybuilder status. Nudging her upward Piper realized the boys had gone back into hiding. A sigh of relief even with Horace still embedded inside her.
Launching his body and hers up and over the seat of the Harley he stood up and made her stand as well. Taking her from behind he once more manhandled her by her throat and her hair. Spitting up at his strength she exhaled her favorite nerve tactic of, “Fuck me!” although barely audible. Lifting her just enough that her soles lightly walked over the concrete he took her out toward the street. Cars driving by he nodded while wailing on her cunt relentlessly.
“Having fun yet Counsellor?” He huffed.
“Quit being a Shetland pony. Give me Clydesdale dammit!” Chuckling at her lust he puckered and marched her to the end of his drive and out into the street. The boys circling her SUV so as not to be seen returned to recording them, each blown away by Zach’s dad going so far. Cars were few but they still had to drive around them. Piper was a drama queen each time a car honked or gave them a thumbs up. She so needed this.
“Welcome to my world Counsellor. Drop by anytime.”
“See you next Wednesday.” She squealed and jettisoned juices down toward the asphalt road. “Any particular kind of cake?”
“He likes white cake.”
“I like white icing. I’ll place an order when I leave today.”
“You do that. Don’t let me down.”
“Not in my vocab, Hobby Horse!”
“Italian Stallion.”
He chuckled pulling out of her cunt and trying his hand at her anus. She embraced it with a snarl and felt his Equus shred her butthole. Murmuring a steady train of “Fffffffffffuuuuuuccccccck!” until he had her deep, she ended her whine with, “Hit that, Balboa.”
“My true last name is Tartleono. Shortened it years ago.”
“At least it isn’t Fartleono.”
“You’re alright Counsellor. Ever consider being a biker bitch?”
“Naaa! Just a bitch. But I’d still go for a ride if you order me nicely.”
“Not a bad idea.” He picked her up like a puppet and took her back up the driveway, the boys again being evasive. “Those fuckers think we don’t see them.” He laughed.
“You’re giving them a show, aren’t you?”
“So are you.”
Removing his dick from her ass he straddled his bike while she stood next to him. Key already in the ignition he fired it up to a loud rumble. “Hop on! Facing me.” He stopped her from getting on the back. Helping her over his lap she hovered above and guided his dick back inside her sopping wet cunt. Lowering on to him she held his shoulders. “Hug me so I can see where I’m going.”
Turning his bike to face the street once the kickstand was lifted, he slowly rolled past Piper’s SUV. At the bumper he stopped. “STEVIE! On the back. NOW!” Busted, the boys stepped into view. Steve swallowed dryly, saying goodbye to his buddies. Climbing on he winced at Piper winking at him.
“Hold on! Try not to think about him being naked.” She giggled. She held one of his hands while Steve dared to palm Horace around the waist with his other. Gunning it he rode out on to the street then four blocks down as Piper lifted her body up and down on his beast. Pulling out front of Steve’s house they found his dad washing the car. Laughing at the situation Steve’s dad watched his boy dismount and run into the house embarrassed. A salute from Horace who knew Steve’s dad Clayton, Horse pressed on. Moving to a stop sign he stopped and palmed her back bringing her close for a bit of intimacy.
“Wild like me. We should hook up more often.”
“I’d be up for that.” She lifted high on his erection then slammed her thighs back over him. “Down for it too. Let me get through the next week and I’ll free up my schedule more. Birthdays are keeping me busy.” She giggled. “Big bash this weekend for my neighbor girls. Zach’s birthday next Wednesday, thanks to you. Danny’s! I have football games on Friday, I’m the Pep Squad coach, former cheerleader myself.” She fucked him at that stop sign a good five minutes, neither of them caring who saw their lude act. Kissing became a part of their performance. That is until a car tooted behind them. Looking up she saw a police car. Eyes wide at first until she saw the driver.