Eventually I stopped thrusting a slumped a little. But while I was spent, Simone was on fire.
Her eyes blazing with lust and need.
“Let me in top!” she shouted,”Roll off and let me on top!”
Reluctant to withdraw my cock from her cunt I remained bent over her.
Then she pummled both my shoulders with the heels of her hands, her long nails flashing close to my face like talons, then she grabbed the hair on my chest.
It got my attention.
“Let me on top you selfish cunt. Get onto your fucking back!” she screamed at me, spit dribbling from her mouth.
Bewildered at her violence, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, my cum soaked cock still erect, firm but incredibly sensitive.
Simone scrambled on top of me with the ferocity of a lioness.
No sooner had my head hit the mattress she was sitting astride my right thigh, one hand reaching forward, her long nails raking through my chest hair, the other searching for the ecstatic feel of male body hair.
Then she started rubbing her cum-filled cunt hard against my thigh. Forwards, backwards, squirming and rubbing hard.
Her eyes were shut tight in ecstasy, her head thrown back, spine arched. She was making low moans of euphoria.
It felt surreal, this beautiful young thing jacking herself off on my muscular thigh, the lips of her cunt open and her clit rubbing hard against my wiry hair.
With one hand I cupped her breast, feeling, searching, exploring her shape and fingering her taught nipples.
With the other I ran it over her milky skin, her butt, lower back, hips round to the mound and hair above her gyrating cunt.
“Mi Dio, I’m fucking coming!” she wailed, her head slumping forward as she climaxed on me, her cunt pulsing hard against me as if trying to suck me in. Her shouts gradually became groans, then sighs; Her face became angelic, peaceful.
The rubbing stopped.
Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.
We were both breathing heavily and sweating in the close confines of the van.
Again the voices. Again the giggling.
Then hands began to bang against the outside of the van.
Simone had resumed her slow writhing up and down my thigh when the van doors were thrown open and seat curtain flung apart.
Two digital cameras appeared first.
Then the jubilant faces of our two course psycho bitches, Chloe Crabble and Jenny Taylor. Both were close friends of Simone and part of her select clique.
Chloe, an attractive blonde with a tight Essex facelift pony tail hairdo; Jenny a close-cut Scottish redhead with body piercings through her nose, tongue, ears and lips of her vagina (allegedly).
“Oh fuck Jacko! it’s fucking humongous!” said Jenny in a squeaky voice, attempting to imitate Simone. This was followed by howls of laughter.
“Let me on top you fucking selfish cunt. Roll over onto your fucking back!” mimicked Cleo.
“Mi Dio, I’m fucking coming!” shrieked Jenny.
“You fucking bitches!” said Simone, turning towards them, “You pair of crazy bitches!” But she was laughing along with them.
Then they both pointed their cameras at us.
FLASH, click, FLASH, click!