The sights, the sounds and especially the feelings – of Ryan's cock up my fanny, my fingers manipulating my clit and his hands squeezing my tits – were sending over the edge, and I wanted everyone to know.
"I'm cumming, fuck me Ryan, fuck me you beast, give me your spunk..." I don't know if it happened on purpose or by accident but the wiper swished across the back window at that point. It revealed a young couple in a sports car, or rather it revealed me to them, but I was passed caring.
"Shoot your spunk... shoot... I'm gonna cum" Seconds later he let out a load, throaty growl and let his seed spurt inside me. That was it, my fingers to picked up speed and the wild pulses of a fantastic orgasm surged through me.
"Yeeeesss!" I screamed, bouncing as much as space would allow on the prick that skewered my cunt. All the time Ryan was squeezing my tits so hard I thought they would ache afterwards. Eventually he let go, his energy spent and I collapsed on top of him.
Soon the sports car sped by honking its horn! They missed something though as we were roused by the struggles going on beside us: Sharon had managed to get out from behind Dave's chair, which was now leaning further back than before, and she was climbing over him head first. She straddled the head rest and lowered her fanny on to his willing mouth. At the other end she worked to release his cock from his pants. Soon her mouth set to work too.
With Ryan's spunk dribbling out of my pussy I turned round and sat on his lap – it was our turn to enjoy a show: to see better I lifted Sharon's skirt over her waist. Dave's head arched forward to stick his tongue through the hole Sharon had made in her panties and he swirled it around the lips of her pussy, over her clit and dipped it into her cunt.
As her knickers still obscured the view I reached over, took hold of them and pulled them apart, ripping the material right up to the elastic; now her whole arse was on view!
Sharon hardly seemed to react, concentrating as she was on her husband's cock. She was being aided and abetted by Cherry whose left hand was holding her by the hair and pulling her up and pushing her down the shaft. Dave, on the other hand seemed to get very animated by my intervention. He tried to tear Sharon's knickers apart, when that failed he started slapping her arse; she whimpered in complaint with each smack of his hand but didn't lift her head from his loins.
Dave then turn his attention to his wife's skirt pulling it down over her buttocks by the waist band, but of course it was too tight. That didn't bother him though he was going to force it. Clearly it wasn't going to work and could have dug into Sharon's hip so I took matters into my hands again, undoing the fastner and zip. Even then it wouldn't slide down her splayed legs. There was nothing for it but to wrench the garment apart, so I pulled it either side of the zip. The teeth dug into my fingers and I couldn't get enough of a grip but when Ryan lent over to help and Dave held on to the skirt on his side it finally gave way.
It tore up the side of the zip and down to the hem. It was a little difficult to get the last threads undone at the top but I managed to do it and the skirt just fell away leaving Sharon naked from the waist down, save the remnants of her shredded knickers.
Sitting back down I felt Ryan guide me onto his rejuvenated dick: it slipped easily up my slick fanny, where I felt it throb and twitch. Dave now set to work on Sharon's top, tugging and twisting it with both hands. It pulled on her neck and she grunted her discomfort. There was a small 'V' cut at the sides of the shirt, on the hem and Cherry managed to pull it round enough to allow Dave to get hold of it either side. With his cock about to gush in Sharon's mouth he yanked on the garment with as much effort as he could. With Cherry pulling against him the seam finally gave way, ripping half way up the side. One final tug and the shirt split right up to the arm. The ripping sound coincided with Dave's dick spasming and shooting its load down Sharon's throat. With eyes closed she continued to pump the spurting rod that was fucking her mouth, swallowing as much of the fluid it squirted there as she could. She rode out the rough treatment her clothing and mouth sustained until Dave finally stopped bucking into her and let go of the top. He collapsed back against the chair, but Sharon now wanted her turn.
Moving backwards Sharon slid her fanny back to Dave's mouth. He sucked and licked at it but she couldn't stop herself from rocking her hips and he kept losing contact, so she lowered herself further and rubbed herself against him. What he did with his tongue no longer mattered; she was using his face to masturbate on.
I feared that Sharon would suffocate him but every so often she lifted herself up and Dave gulped for air. We could see his face glisten with her juices in the lights before she ground her fanny back on it.
Building up to a frenzy Sharon moaned and panted hard and I could feel my own orgasm rising within me too. She groped her breasts through her T shirt until she got hold of the V neck and wrenched at it. After two or three tugs the material tore from the bottom of the V down to her navel. Pulling it a part, Sharon twisted and pulled on her nipples in the lights of oncoming cars until she cried out her climax. She scuffed her cunt over her husband's face as she convulsed in the throws of a strong orgasm. The erotic sight and sound, even the smell of the sex she and Dave gave each other took me to the point of cumming and feeling Ryan once more ejaculate in my pussy pushed me over.
"You're such a bitch, Sharon!", I blurted as the orgasm shuddered through me.
"You slut, Kay, you dirty slut!" she replied, smiling. It sounded like the best compliment I had ever been given.
"What a show!" Cherry enthused once we had all collapsed in sexual exhaustion. "Steve's going to get no sleep tonight I can tell you..."
We slowly got ourselves back in some semblance of order; Sharon and I sat back in our seats and Dave wound his back to an upright position. Clothes were returned to rightful owners and put back on – except for Sharon, whose clothes had all been reduced to tatters. She was left with little more than her shoes to get out of the car with. The best we could come up with was to wrap her in a beach towel, but she said that she might just manage by holding her skirt and T shirt together for the short walk back to the front door.
Out she got a short while later and we watched as the shirt fell off her shoulders as she walked up the steps to her house and the skirt dropped to the floor on the door step. Naked she stood and waved us off.
Cherry pulled up at her apartment block and we said goodbye. "What I day." I said, I can't believe everything we did..."
"Well, look at it this way," she said, "at least you will have something to say when people tell stories about risky places they have had sex, now!"
That was certainly true – although I might not be able to bring myself to reveal everything I did.
Even here.
