Can you drive please?” she asked me, but without waiting for a response added “Rod, back here with me.”

I’d barely got back onto the road and Jen had already taken off Rod's pants and was sucking his cock, stroking it with her hand. I’m not sure he'd come at the last stop, and must have built up quite a head of steam. It seemed like he was close to coming when Jen stopped. “I want you in me” she said. Rod moved Jen urgently, pushing her down on the back seat face down, pushing up her flimsy dress. I could see him in the mirror with urgent passion on his face and could hear him fucking Jen with force, his grunts met with hers. It wasn’t long and Rod came with a loud “Faaaarrrrkkk” and shortly afterwards a warm, sweet laugh from Jen, muffled with her face pressed deep into the leather seats.

Jen and Rod rearranged themselves sitting in the backseat, Rod on the left and Jen leaning back against him. We joked around about what we'd already seen and done during the day and Jen assured us that the best was yet to come.

We were approaching Woodville when I could see Rod had wrapped his arms around Jen and was playing with her tits. Jen saw me looking in the mirror and gave me a sexy smile. She spread her legs and pulled up her dress and motioned with her eyes for me to have a look. I moved the rear view mirror, angling it down to see. The sight made me instantly hard - Jen's beautiful shaved pussy, the lips reddened from action, and swollen with desire, dripping with cum and her own juices. Jen moved her fingers down between her legs, circling her clit and sliding up and down her slit.

I managed to grab glimpses between watching the road, until Jen snapped her legs together and pulled down her dress with mock modesty. “Watch the road, naughty boy!” she said. I readjusted the mirror back to normal, seeing a cheeky smirk on both her and Rod's faces. “Driver, how about a comfort stop in Woodville to freshen up please?” she asked.

We were in Woodville in minutes, turning left to stay on SH2 and pulled over at the public toilets. We all jumped out and Jen followed Rod and I into the mens'. Rod and I were at the urinals and Jen was in a cubicle, her dress bunched up around her waist, sitting with the door open talking to us.  She was about to tell us about the arrangements she’d made at the next stop, not far away in Mangatainoka, opposite the brewery, when a guy in motorbike leathers walked in.

He was tall and well built, probably late thirties, with a shaven head and short dark stubble on his face. His bright blue eyes widened in surprise seeing Jen sitting there, but after a brief moment of hesitation, carried on with a smile to the urinals Rod and I had left.

“Sorry hun. Don’t mind me” Jen called out from her cubicle, standing up to move to the washbasins. Rod and I had washed up and started to leave but Jen, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed motioned at us with a flick of her head to look back to the urinals.

The biker was at the urinal, holding an impossibly large cock, making no effort to hide it. He turned and saw us all standing there quietly looking at him and laughed. “My turn to surprise you eh?” he said chuckling. I could tell he was used to the stunned silent reaction. Jen snapped us out of it. “Boys. I’ll see you in the car” she ordered. Rod laughed, leaving. “Be careful with that thing” he called back with genuine humour.

I followed him out imagining Jen trying to get that massive cock in her mouth, wondering how big it would be hard, and imaging her impaling herself on it, riding him. We’d barely got back to the car, passing the biker’s Triumph, when Jen came out behind us. Clearly she hadn’t time to do anything, but she had a wicked smile on her face, refusing to tell us anything except “10 and a half inches and fat”, which she repeated to herself under her breath a couple of times on the short drive to our next stop.