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Hitchhiker

By: Explosion61



I had just left Las Vegas in my RV on my way to San Francisco via Los Angeles and was turning on to the interstate when I saw this female hitchhiker at the beginning of the on ramp.

I pulled over and asked where she was going and it was obvious right there and then she had difficulty in understanding me. It turned out that she was French and was touring the United States but at the hotel she had been staying at in Las Vegas she had had all of her money stolen. She was also heading to San Francisco where she was to meet her parents in three days time. I offered her a ride to San Francisco but told her that I had to spend two nights in Los Angeles but she would be in Frisco in time to meet her parents.

I introduced myself as Troy and she told me that her name was Gabrielle but everyone called her Gabby. She had just celebrated her 21st birthday two days previously. She agreed to come with me to Frisco via Los Angeles We arrived in Anaheim in the late afternoon and found a trailer park in South Harbour Blvde. Gabby said that she didn’t know where she would spend the night and I suggested to her that she stay in the RV. She could use the bed above the cabin and I would use the double bed at the rear. I rigged a curtain across the cabin to give her some privacy.

The next day I gave Gabby $50.00 “as a loan” to visit Disneyland which was within walking distance of the trailer park. I went off to complete my business at Fullerton just down the road from Anaheim. Later in the day I returned to the trailer park to find an excited Gabby who told me in broken English all about her adventures in Disney land.

That evening I took Gabby out to dinner and an up market restaurant for dinner. We had a very enjoyable dinner accompanied by a number of bottles of wine. While I was sober Gabby was very drunk.

I took her back to the trailer park and into the RV where I laid her on the double bed. She looked up at me and said with her French accent “Do you want to fuck me.” I said “Of course I want to fuck you but only if you are sober enough to know what you are asking” She assured me that she knew what she was doing and started to remove her clothing. First the blouse then the bra revealing her small breasts with the most erect nipples I had ever seen. Her nipples were about one inch long and stood out from her tits. I placed my hand on her tit and rolled the nipple between my fingers

I placed my mouth over one of the nipples and began to run my tongue around it. I started to remove her skirt and she sat up and helped me take it off. Gabby was now lying on my bed clothed only in a pair of brief panties. I placed my hand on the mound of her cunt and then ran my hand under the elastic and down to the opening of her vagina. Gabby moaned and I kissed her forcing her mouth open with my tongue. Our tongues intertwined becoming more forceful against each others as I started to finger fuck her cunt.

I started to kiss down her body towards her down covered cunt when she pulled at my head and asked, “What are you doing?” I said “I’m going to kiss and suck your cunt” She said “No that is disgusting” I asked “How many men have you had and haven’t they ever kissed your cunt” She said that she had only ever had one man – her boyfriend – and he was a quick fuck man in and out and it was over and no he had never kissed her cunt”

I said to Gabby “Relax and let me take you on an orgasm that you will never forget” I started to kiss her belly and moved down slowly to her cunt where I could see her engorged clitoris poking out from under its hood. I gently pulled her labial lips apart and ran my tongue from her ass hole over her cunt to her clitoris, which I began to suck.

Gabby started to moan loudly and started bucking against my mouth as her orgasm started. She reached down and pulled my head into her cunt saying in her quaint English “Suck me, Kiss my cunt I’m coooooooooooommmmmmmming aaaaaaaaggggggh ffffffuuuuuuuucccccccccck”

She rolled away from me and with her own hand started to roughly rub her cunt moaning all the time ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh. She slowly slowed down her cunt rubbing as she started to come down from her orgasm.

She looked up at me and with her sexy French accent she said “Will you fuck me now?” I rolled her over on to her belly and lifted her ass in the air. Getting behind her I put my rampant cock at the opening of cunt and gently started to enter. Gabby pushed back ensuring that my cock went into her up to the hilt. I started to rock back and forth and at the same time reaching around to stimulate her clitoris with my finger.

In her very precise English Gabby said “Do not ejaculate in me, please” I said “What?” she again said “Do not ejaculate in me” I could feel the semen rising in my balls and so I began to push harder and faster. At the last moment I pulled my cock from her cunt and shot my load over her back. Gabby had started to orgasm again so I continued with my fingers to finish her off.

We both lay on the bed exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we started off towards San Francisco stopping first to buy a packet of condoms.

On our way north we stopped three times and fucked like there was no tomorrow. Reaching San Francisco in the late after noon I took Gabby to meet her parents and her 26 year old sister who were staying with friends. Her parents made me feel most welcome and thanked me for caring for their daughter. Little did they know just how much I cared for her. 

They invited me to park the RV in the driveway of the house instead of going to a trailer park. I told them that I would be staying only two nights as I had to return to Los Angeles. Gabby’s sister Louise asked if I would like company on the drive as she had to go to Los Angeles to visit some of her friends. I told her that I had no objections and would welcome her company.

Two days later after kisses all round Louise and I headed for Los Angeles only getting about 100 miles before pulling over into a truck layover to continue French American relationships that her sister and I had already started, but that’s another story!!!

Hitchhiker



Roxanne, or Roxy, as dubbed by her friends, stood on the side of the road watching as yet another car sped past her. Her normally straight and dark hair hung in beautiful waves down her neck as the light misting in the air played with her ponytail. She held out her thumb for each car as it drove past, but hadn't had much luck yet. She couldn't believe her situation; stuck in the middle of nowhere, and in the rain.

The next car slowed, but then sped up and flew by her, mocking her helplessness. She fumed, biting down on her bottom lip which was red and swollen from her angry bites. That's it, she thought, I am going to get the next car that comes by.

With those thoughts, Roxy pulled out her ponytail, letting her soft, chestnut waves flow down her back. She then rustled her fingers through her hair causing her waves to frame her round, dark face. Her skin glistened with rain sheen casting her dark blue eyes out as large and rounded.

She stripped off her jacket and stuffed it into her shoulder bag. The rain pounded harder now and you could see she wasn't wearing a bra under her white tee shirt. Her nipples were hard and very pronounced against her tight, thin and white cotton t-shirt. Her breasts threatened to rip the seams of her shirt open as she bent over to unzip the sides of her tight long black skirt. The zipper went from her ankles clear up to her hips, snaking over her long and lean calves, stretched in appearance from her four inch sandals. The fabric pulled firmly against her sinuous, darkly tanned thighs, just barely hiding her lack of underwear.

The barely clad woman stuck her leg out in a pose that would make any man's mouth water; her back arched so her breasts were thrust forward and nipples upward. She placed one hand on her hip and the other out in the direction on the road, demanding a ride. Her sulty mouth pulled back into a sexy smile, revealing gorgeous white teeth, as she watched the black pickup truck slow to welcome her.

The window automatically descended and she took a few steps to it. Leaning over into the vehicle, her breasts spilled over the door frame and into the truck, directly in front of its driver. His gaze fixed momentarily on her chest, he licked his lips and then slowly travelled his eyes up to her face to lock them on her deep blue ones, which now held the most promising look he had seen since high school.

"Where you headed to, sugar?" he drew out in his cowboy voice. "Need a ride?"

"Sure, but only if you aren't planning to do anything bad to me." She paused for a moment, looked him straight in the eyes and said "You wouldn't do anything bad to me, now would you?"    He grinned as she purred as introduction to him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jackson. That there man in the back, that's Alex. He dun past out almost right out of the bar, so I put him back there. I must of known what I was gonna find out here on the road" He winked at her, and she ran around to the other side of the vehicle, opened the door and hopped in.

Jackson drove off, burning from zero to sixty in no time at all. She slowly shifted from her seat to occupy the middle one, right next to Jackson. Her shirt was so wet that she almost appeared naked from the waist up, each one of her breasts being defined by the shirt with their dark skin and round nipples. They were hardening again, perked up, as if aware of what they were about to receive. She cuddled close him, running her hand from the outside of his thigh down to the inside, and over his already bulging crotch. She gasped and he moaned as she rubbed her hand over that same spot continuously.

"Honey,"he slowly smiled,"you think that's somethin'? Well, I ain't even hard yet."

He started to slow the truck down, but she stopped him, demanding he keep driving, that it was that that was making her so hot, so wet: him driving so fast.

"I want to fuck you while you drive," her voice revved in his ear.

"Heck, girl, you ain't gotta ask twice!"

She continued to rub his cock, this time harder, squeezing it once in a while. He knew they had a long open stretch of highway and set the cruise control. He took one hand off the wheel and began to grope at her breasts through her shirt. Soon, she took her shirt off and his eyes flashed with pleasure. They were round and heavy, the fullest breats he'd ever seen, yet they didn't droop at all.

"Suck my tits, Jack. Suck em good!"

She put her free hand on the wheel and put her eyes on the road. He moved both of his hands to her full rack and began to squeeze and knead them. He lowered his head at the same time as he clenched his fingers into their softness, lightly biting on the first nipple. It instantly hardened in his mouth, and he slowly drew his tongue around it, letting his teeth draw across its peak. Around and around, his tongue drew circles, until he just had to suck on it. He pulled with his teeth and then sucked with his lips.

She threw her head slightly back and moaned her pleasure, tightening her grip on his hard, throbbing cock, that was becoming bigger every second. She unzipped his jeans, pulling them to below his knees, following with his underwear.

Roxy could not believe her eyes; he was fucking huge! His penis had to be at least an inch and a half in diametre and no less than eight inches long. She gripped her hand around it and began to slowly bring it up and down, up and down, while he moved onto the next breast. As he sucked her harder, she pumped his faster; Up and down, up and down, faster, harder, slamming her fist down his shaft, to the base with enough force to make his balls tense up and want to blow.

She sensed his pending come so, wanting to draw it out, she slowed down and told him to put both hands back on the wheel. Doing so, he welcomed her face into his lap.

She gently flicked her tongue out over his head, causing his breath to draw in quickly. Her tongue slid down the underside of his dick and down to his balls, where she sucked them so hard he thought for sure they would be a hickey. A few times going up and down with her tongue, she came back to the top of his long hard cock and started to take him all the way into her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles, letting his penis slide in with no problems. Before she knew it she had the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat and, couldn't get enough. She began to go as fast as her neck could get her to, up and down. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and forced her to go faster. Up and down, her bobbed. He started to feel it, that he was going to come, and she sensed it too. Suddenly, his balls tightened and his cock exploded in her mouth, shooting load after load into her throat, which she drank greedily. His groans and grunts filled the air in the truck as she deperately tried to swallow every last drop of his come.

Licking up around her face and his groin, she got every bit of it. He was breathing heavily now, and begged her to just let them pull over and she would have her turn.

"No. I want to ride you, much more than I want to be eaten out." She grabbed his cock again, which was already starting to recover. She squeezed as she moaned out," I want to have all of that big, huge, fat cock inside of me, and ride you while you drive this huge truck. I want to feel you inside me."

With those words uttered, he didn't hesitate to click the button and back his seat up, hitting cruise again, and put both hands on the wheel.

She fully removed his pants and underwear and threw them in the back. Then she swung one leg over to the other side of him, her skirt still on, but not in the way because on the undone zippers. He squirmed and tried to thrust into her but she wouldn't let him in just yet. First, she pushed her breasts into his face and grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to eat them. He devoured each once, glancing once in a while at the road. Using his tongue, he made her scream, with the biting, pulling and sucking.

Roxy was moaning and couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh God, fuck me now. Stick your big, fat cock into my wet, waiting pussy now. That's it...ooohhhh...gooooddddd..."

His head was so hard and his cock so big now that all he could do was stick it in her. He thrust hard, into her wet and tight cunt. He pulled back, all the way out, making her groan in want, and then thrust back in, harder than before. She matched him, thrust for thrust, hump for hump; they were fucking each other's brains out. She was pumping up and down, jamming her pussy on his long penis, and he was impaling her cunt with his hard cock, over and over again, harder ever hit.

She was screaming now, "Oh, fuck mmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!! Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee....!! Harder, harder, yeah, fuck me harder. OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh..ahhhhhhhhhhh,....I think IIIIIIII ammmmmm goiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggggggg tooooooooo ccccooooooooooooommmeeeee."

Her felt her pussy tighten around his cock, just as he felt his cock tighten. He blew his load into her, deep. She felt his cock far up inside of her, felt his penis come and take over her insides. There was so much of his juice, that it was leaking out of her pussy. They slammed into each other a few more times, just to get a few more groans in, then she collapsed on top of him, panting and sweating.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe that he just got his brains fucked out while driving, doing sixty! Goddamn, he felt on fire!

There was a rustling sound from the back and they both heard a slighty slurred voice say, "That was a great show. Now pull your swerving ass off the road, Jack, and let's show her how good it can really be."

The drunk in the backseat, Alex, woke up, and he was hard as a rock after seeing Roxy and Jack go at it.

Jack looked over at Roxy who was back into the middle seat again, as if to ask her permission. The grin on her face was all he needed to see. He pulled off the highway to the side of the road and turned off the lights. He backed up all the front seats back after Alex got out. Roxy got out of the truck with Alex, still topless, and ripped his shirt off of him right after discarding her own skirt. Alex pinned her to the side of truck and kissed her hard. The feel of his bare chest against her hard nipples and huge tits had her pussy on fire, juices already dripping. He put both hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard, while he kissed her harder. She undid his pants, causing them to drop to the ground, revealing no underwear. She grabbed his erection, hard in her hands and pumped it furiously, while he began to suck on her breats. She beat him off fast, and suddenly he grabbed her around the waist, and hauled her up to him, so that she could wrap her legs around him. She loved the way his long hard cock felt against her skin and she wriggled around to cause him to become, if possible, even more hard. He went back to sucking her breasts and she grabbed his face and pushed him to her.

Alex set Roxy onto the truck seat and slowly lowered his head down to her waiting, wet cunt. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and caused her to gasp, grabbing onto back of his head. She shoved his face into her pussy, and he set to work, biting on her clit, sliding his tongue in her crack, and sucking each of her lips individually. He moved to just sucking on her clit, and she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his face. He then shoved his whole tongue in her hole, flipping it around, tongue fucking every inch of her pussy. He put his fingers over her clit and fingered her as hard as he could. Roxy began to scream as her orgasm hit her hard.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, Alex, fuck me, lick meeee, suuuuuuuuuuck mmeeeeee!"

Her body convulsed and Alex sucked up all of her cunt juice, as they flowed freely over his face. He then flipped her over, so she could ride him, and she reached down to his throbbing dick.

Jackson watched Alex and Roxy as he stood completely naked, whacking off his penis. He moved closer to the truck, to watch as he slammed his fist up and down, up and down his long hard dick. He could see them now in the truck, Roxy's hand on Alex's dick as she guided it to her juice-dripping cunt. He plowed into her, causing her to scream out in pleasure instantly.

Before he knew what was happening, Jack had walked over to them, and told them to slow it down for a minute. Roxy knew what was coming and she wanted it badly, therefore did as she was told. She slowed in humping and let Jack grab her tits to play with them, rubbing and gripping them, as if to hold on. He guided his dick to her ass and felt around. It was so wet from all her cunt juices that he didn't even need to use his fingers to open her up, so he plunged right in.

Roxy screamed in pain, but then moaned in bliss. He was all the way up inside of her ass, moving around slowly. She nudged her ass back at him, wanting more, deeper thrusts, and he took the hint. He fired into her, and Alex resumed the fucking of a lifetime from the front. Roxy now had one full, large cock in her pussy and one oversized one in her ass, both pumping her so hard she thought that she might come right then. One orgasm rocked her, but neither man stopped, or even slowed his thrusts. She screamed her pleasures, urging them to fuck her harder, faster, to never stop. She began to pound back, grinding hard down on Alex's big cock, and then shoving her ass as hard as she could into Jack's dick behind her. It was the most amazing experience ever, having two dicks in her at once; she could feel both deep inside her, almost touching. She never wanted to let this feeling go, ever.

It seemed that they got deeper every time, ever pump brought more dick into her cunt and ass. She was going to go crazy, it felt so good.

"FFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck mmmmmmmeeeeee!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh ........ I am going to cooooooooooooommmmmmeeee .....OOOOohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy...."

She was screaming out loud and Alex was panting and grunting, almost ready to unload inside of her dripping pussy, while Jack just could not get enough of her asshole.

Suddenly, she felt her body tighten and her cunt muscles clench around the solid, big dick in her. Alex felt her pussy wrench onto his cock and it sent him into overload; he let go, letting a huge groan out and dumping all his come into her cunt. Alex felt her ass quiver and grip his dick, and that caused him to spill all his seed into her ass, alot of it leaking out. Both men gave her a few more pumps to get her over the edge too. She felt the wave of tightness flow through her, sending her blood pumping and heart racing. She screamed out their names in pure ecstacy, her body shuddering as the orgasm took her over.

She exploded and all of their juice mixed inside of her as all three bodies went limp and just lay there for a few minutes panting, out of breath. Jack could not believe his luck to have stopped for her, and she couldn't believe that she had been fucked by two guys at once. There was no way she was leaving these guys until she had had her fill.

"So darlin'" croaked out Jack, his voice still laced with sex, "you never did say where you were headin'?"

"Well," she huskily replied, "that depends where you and that big cock of yours will be."



HitchHiker



I was a bit off the beaten track when I came across her. I was heading west along some back roads and there she was, wearing a big backpack and gamely trudging along. She turned when she heard me coming and stuck out a hopeful thumb.

I was bored and not averse to some company, especially company that was as young and shapely as the pretty little hitchhiker. Besides, it was a long way to the next town, the day was hot and getting hotter and traffic was scarce. 

I pulled over and ran the window down. I immediately wished I hadn't as a blast of heat came through, over-riding the air-conditioned coolness I'd been enjoying. The young hiker came hurrying over and looked in and her face promptly fell.

I don't blame her. My face is the sort of face that Hollywood wants for their typical thugs. I looked mean, and when I smiled I looked even meaner. Don't blame me. Blame my parents.

The young woman dithered, plainly desperate for the ride but also plainly reluctant to get into the car with such an obvious thug. I sighed.

"Make up your mind, young lady. I've got a long way to go and you're letting in the heat. If you're worrying about me jumping you, may I point out I could do that here just as easily as further down the track, and I haven't. Too hot by far, I assure you. Either hop in or stand clear."

I slipped the car into gear, ready to drive on as soon as she stepped back, but she surprised me. She gave a small groan and opened the door. I figured she'd decided to take the chance just to get out of the heat for a while.

We drove off, AC working to reduce the heat to an acceptable level, and I coaxed a few words out of her. She was still as nervous as a kitten, but by paying strict attention to the road I was able to get her talking about herself. Everyone considers themselves to be a marvellous topic of conversation. 

Her name was Gwendolen, Gwen to her friends. She was nineteen and still a student, studying computer sciences. Not a dill, obviously. She had no current boyfriend and was hiking around seeing something of the country during the long school break. 

One subject I made sure to steer clear of was her sex life, if any. Bring that up and she'd probably be jumping out the car while it was still moving.

After about ten miles we came to a service station. I pulled in to top up and grab some cold drinks and something to eat during the next stretch. According to the maps it was nearly a hundred miles to any place of note, and most of that would be through what was practically desert.

I'd assumed that my reluctant passenger would abandon me at this point, but when I asked she wanted to know if she could catch a ride to the next town. I'll admit the service station wasn't my idea of a place to hang out while waiting for a ride. I just shrugged and agreed, assuming she knew what she was doing.

Two assumptions I got wrong out of two. Not only did she want to continue, but she had no idea where we actually were or how far it was to the next town or the countryside we'd be passing through.

We'd just driven off and she was starting to chatter again when we passed this sign. 'You have just passed the last food and fuel for 87 miles.' 

She went dead quiet when she read that, finally twigging that she was heading into a lonely area with a stranger who resembled a mafia thug. A low class mafia thug.

As we drove, I could practically hear her nerves twanging. She was edging closer to the door until she was practically plastered against it, and quite frankly I was finding the whole thing irritating and insulting.

Topping one hill we came upon a stretch of road that seemed to run in a straight line to the horizon, and not another car could be seen on the full length of it. I put my foot down and we streaked along. I do like to drive fast occasionally. After five minutes we were in the middle of nowhere, nothing in front of us or behind us as far as we could see.

This was the ideal place to relieve my nervous passengers mind. I pulled over.

"Why are you stopping?" came the expected query.

I just held up a finger in a wait a moment sign and hopped out the car. I circled the car and opened her door.

"Out," I said.

She was pale but she got out. Before she could step away I spun her around so she was facing the car, pushing her head down and in so she was bent over the seat. I could feel her quivering with fright, but she was biting her lip and not saying anything. I reached around and flicked open the button off her shorts and with a quick jerk they came down, followed seconds later by her panties.

Leaning over her I whispered in her ear.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?"

She gave a little sob and nodded.

"I doubt it. What I'm going to do is not rape you," I said. I gave her bottom a light swat. "I suggest you pull your panties up, sit down and stop panicking over nothing."

She spun around to face me, absolutely livid. To my amusement she was so angry she even forgot to pull up her pants first.

"If you weren't going to rape me, what was all this about, you callous bastard," she screamed at me. "I almost died when you pulled by pants down."

I looked pointedly at her pretty pussy, and she blushed red and hastily snatched at her panties.

"I was making the point that I could if I wanted to, but that I don't want to. You have no need to panic. You can sit in the car and relax."

"What do you mean you don't want to? What's wrong with me?"

If there had been a brick wall handy I probably would have started banging my head against it. Woman can be so contrary.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're just not my type. Why don't you just get in the car so we can go."

"Oh. Are you gay? I'm sorry, I hadn't realised. I didn't mean to upset you."

Gay? How did not raping her equate with gay? What do they teach kids at college these days?

"I am not gay. I just prefer to have my fun with a woman who knows what she's doing. Not some scared teenager who thinks a guy is lucky if she lies back and thinks of England while she lets him poke her. Can we go?"

"I am not a scared teenager," came the protest. "What the hell gives you the right to judge me like that?"

"Jeez, girl," I snapped. "Do you want me to rape you?"

She glared at me, with a sulky look on her face.

"Of course not. I just feel you shouldn't make blanket judgements like that about teenagers."

"And you didn't make an instant judgement that I was gay because I didn't rape you?"

"That's different. I was half naked. Any real man would want to take a woman if she's half naked."

Ever noticed that women don't use logic to argue? They use emotion. If I'd raped her I'd be an animal and a brute. Not raping her meant I was gay or not a real man. I was ready to give up. I walked back over to her.

"You win," I told her. "Bend over the seat again." 

"What?"

"I said you win. I'll rape you. Now please turn around and bend over. You can demonstrate if you can do more than stand there while I poke you."

Taking her arm I turned her to face the car, repeating the pushing her head down and in so she was bent over the seat again. To my amusement her bottom was bare. She'd never got around to actually pulling her panties and shorts back on properly. Just tugged up the front of her panties to cover her pussy. 

"You seem to be more familiar with what a man does when he rapes a woman than I am," I goaded her. "Would he just pull your panties down the way they are now, or would he completely strip you?"

She didn't answer, just turned her head to look behind her to try and see what I was doing. Happy to keep her informed I moved around slightly so she could see me unzipping and taking out my erection. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and then her head snapped round to face the front.

"I knew you were going to from the start," she muttered. "You've just been biding your time. You're a monster."

"If you knew I was going to, you should never have got in my car in the first place," I pointed out, which logic was ignored with a sniff of disdain.

It seemed to me that she was no longer scared as such, but expectant. Her fright had apparently been burnt out of her by my not raping her, and now that I was going to take her she was ready to handle it.

I started rubbing her pussy, massaging her lips, encouraging them to spread a little so I could also rub her internal lips and deeper. I could feel the heat of her, and my probing fingers found a nice slick surface, lubricated and ready. Easing her lips apart I pressed the head of my erection between them and gently pressed.

Her lips closed around me and clung. I paused there for a moment.

"Are you going to ask me to stop? Beg me not to do this?"

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," she snapped. "You're an animal, thinking of nothing but yourself."

I laughed and just pressed slightly harder against her, my cock slowly making its way into her. Gwen promptly started wriggling, twisting slightly from side to side, seeming to be looking for the position that would let me slide in quickest and deepest. It didn't take long and I was inside her, pumping out my frustrations. 

Gwen seemed anxious to prove she wasn't some naïve teenager who would just lie there and let the man poke her. As I started to drive into her, her bottom started bobbing up and down as she pushed her pussy firmly against the thrusts I was delivering.

While I was pleasuring her I pushed up her top and unhooked her bra. My hands circled her and closed upon a very fine set of breasts. I squeezed them and then really started hammering out my frustrations on a body that seemed to be strangely pliant and eager for what was supposed to be a rape.

Gwen was squealing and bucking under me, so enthusiastic her reactions I was half afraid she'd buck me off. Happily I rode out the storm, letting her work off her own frustrations on my willing cock. 

On I went, ravishing this tender young body, which responded with youthful resilience. Eventually I could feel myself moving to the point of no return. From the frantic squealing from Gwen, she was also at that point, so I was quite happy to just let loose and run with my feelings.

Gwen was screaming with abandon as she convulsed under me, her bottom grinding ferociously into my groin as she tried to take me even deeper into her while she climaxed.

Afterwards we stood there for a few moments, Gwen leaning heavily on her hands while I leaned on her, cock still inside her. Eventually I withdrew, and Gwen slowly straightened.

Before she could start on me I indicated the open door. 

"If you care to take you seat," I said, "we can be on our way."

She gave me a dirty look and scanned the countryside. That showed there was nothing to see. The entire time we'd been stopped, no cars had passed, in either direction. She bent to pull up her shorts and panties before getting back in the car, but I put a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"Now that we've established that I'm a rapist who might pounce on you at any time and you're a helpless victim who will just stand still while I poke you, why don't you leave those off. That way if I feel an uncontrollable urge to leap on you again you'll be ready for the fun." 

That earned me another filthy look and then Gwen settled back into the car. To my amusement she actually did leave her shorts and panties around her ankles, obviously expecting that somewhere along the way she would have to pay her dues again. I wondered how long she intended to travel with me.



Hitchhiker



The windshield wipers beat a steady staccato as they labored to clear the glass in the driving rain. It was dusk and she gripped the wheel tight as she drove along the slick empty highway, the dim light of dusk, and the long day of driving having taken their toll on her senses.

As she rounded a curve she saw the solitary figure in the distance, standing alone, back pack propped against the steel no post that guarded the narrow shoulder of the road. His arm rose as he saw her approach, thumb out, soliciting a ride and some shelter from the cold and wet.

Her first thought was to speed up, pass him by and get on with her journey. Instead her foot lifted from the accelerator and the car slowed, allowing her to get a good look at him as she passed.

She noted the khaki jacket, blue jeans, the lean body and long hair, but most of all she was drawn to the dark piercing eyes that locked on hers as she passed.

Her heart skipped and her body tensed as she felt the nearness of danger, yet she continued to slow and her grey blue eyes moved to the rear view mirror.

She saw him turn his head, his eyes following her. Her foot moved across, hovering uncertain for a moment, before pressing down on the brake pedal. She saw the red glow of the brake lights illuminate his form, she saw him turn and snatch up the pack sack from the roadside and begin jogging toward her car. The car was still moving, she still had time to change her mind, but her actions seemed to be out of her control.

"What am I doing?" she thought, her mind racing, aware of the dangers of stopping for this young stranger. The car was stopped now and her heart was pounding, her mind racing. "This is crazy," she thought, "I'm in my forties, probably old enough to be his mother, yet I'm excited about having him with me!" 

She knew she should press the automatic locks and put the car in gear and flee, but instead she turned to smile at him as he opened the door. His heavy pack seemed light in his hands as he tossed it over the seat into the back of the car and then slid his tall frame into the plush leather of the front seat beside her.

For a moment she averted her eyes, her body shuddering as she felt the blast of cold damp air enter the car.

"Thank you" she heard him say in a deep yet almost gentle voice, "I've been out there for quite awhile." 

She turned then to look at him, and her eyes widened as she saw his smile and the sparkle in his dark eyes. His long wet hair clung this neck, and trickles of water dripped down onto the tattered khaki jacket. She smiled back as she put the car in gear and started down the road again. He couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty she thought, her initial fear subsiding.

"How far are you going" he asked.

"To the coast" she replied again turning to smile at him.

As she did, she caught his eyes traveling over her body and immediately felt the redness come to her skin. She was an attractive woman, everyone told her that, yet she was always self conscious about her body. She was still dressed as she had been when she left the meeting at her office just before noon, white blouse, and a dark skirt that clung tightly to the curve of her hips. She knew her skirt had hiked up from being too long in the driver's seat, exposing the dark upper hem of her stockings. She felt a warmth in her body as he continued to look her up and down, seemingly unafraid of being scolded for being so bold.

"You're a beautiful woman," she heard him say in that soft sexy voice.

She stammered something, but was unsure what, as she tried to concentrate on the driving and the road ahead. The gloomy light of dusk had turned to darkness as they sped along, remaining silent for several miles.

She was conscious of his eyes on her, flattered by the obvious attention of this young man, yet apprehensive about him being in the car and perhaps afraid of her own dark thoughts. She was startled when she heard the sound of his seat belt being undone and turned to see him pulling off his wet coat, tossing it into the back with his pack. Even in the dim light, she could see his muscular upper body encased in one very tight t shirt.

My god, he's gorgeous, she thought, hoping that he wouldn't catch her checking him out as she drove.

He settled back into the seat, stretching his lean body, then turning slightly so that his knee touched hers. It was as if an electric shock had jolted through her and she gripped the wheel tightly trying not to glance in his direction. 

"I usually don't pick up strangers" she blurted, not knowing why she had said it.

"We don't have to remain strangers" he replied as he boldly reached out and trailed his fingertips along her leg from the hem of her skirt down to her knee.

She shivered at the touch, knowing she should put an end to this right that instant. She should have lifted his hand away; this was the time to stop him. Instead, all she could think about was his beautiful features and that lean muscular body as she stammered, "What's your name?"

"David" was the soft reply as his fingertips now caressed her inner leg, just above the knee. 

"I'm, I'm Kathy" she said, feeling flushed and wondering where this was going. 

Her eyes scanned the road ahead; they had not passed any cars for miles on this dark mountain road. She saw a turnoff on the right and not knowing why just slowed and maneuvered the car off the highway into the tree lined narrow road. She drove for about a mile, until she found a pull off under by a creek, coming to a stop and turning off the engine and lights.

The stillness was deafening, she could almost hear the blood pumping through the veins in her temple. She felt his hand slide higher, caressing the bare flesh of her inner thigh above her stocking top. She heard the sounds of the seat belts being unclasped and felt the pressure of the shoulder strap lift from between her full breasts. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't just a dream, another of her fantasies, yet it was real, and she wanted him so badly. 

Then she felt his body against hers, leaning across the seat, his soft lips brushing hers, his fingertips touching the crotch of her silky panties. She felt the heat rise on her face again, knowing that his fingertips would have found wetness there, leaving him little doubt of her need. 

She leaned back as she felt his tongue gently probing her already yielding mouth. Her fingers slid down the side of the seat, to the electronic seat controls, and she felt its movement as it slid back allowing them more room behind the steering wheel. 

There was no fear in her now, only sexual desire flowed through her body as she responded to the touches and caresses of this beautiful young man. 

Her lips responded to his, and she sensually drew his tongue into her mouth. Her own hands now caressed him, her fingertips running over the muscles of his shoulders and arms. She moved to his touches, lifting and adjusting her body as he began to remove her clothing. A strong hand cupped one full breast, squeezing it and making her moan with desire. 

Her blouse was completely open now, and his lips slid down to caress the top of her breasts above the sheer bra. She felt his fingers unclasp it, then his hand lifting her as he slid the blouse and bra from her body. His lips were on her again, devouring her full bosom, caressing the thick taut nipples. Her fingers found his hair, fingertips stroking it, guiding him from one sensitive nipple to the other. She moaned in pleasure as his teeth lightly nipped the hard tip and then drew it into his mouth. 

Her body was on fire now, an inferno of smoldering need. She slipped her hand down over his hip, felt him lift slightly as she moved it between them, finding the hardness of him, squeezing it, gasping slightly as she felt its length and girth. Not only was this man child beautiful, but he was equipped like no one she had been with in her life. 

As he continued to suckle her she moaned, "I want your cock!" 

He lifted up then, his eyes locking on hers as he deftly undid her skirt and slipped it and her panties down her legs, leaving her naked save for her dark frilly topped stockings. He said nothing, just smiled and let his eyes move up and down her flesh in the dim light, the sound of the rain beating against the car the only noise to invade the beautiful stillness of this moment of anticipation. 

He rolled back then, quickly stripping off his t shirt, baring that magnificent muscular upper body. She saw his hands move, heard the sound of his zipper and saw him raise his hips to slide off his jeans. He did not move back to her, but leaned back invitingly and she did not hesitate. 

She slid towards him, her fingers finding his swollen manhood, her lips finding his chest and showering it with soft kisses. She caressed each nipple with her lips, feeling him quiver as she did so. She was taking control now, she thought, yet was she really or was he controlling her by his subtle and sensual movements. She did not care, she knew what she wanted. 

She kissed slowly downward as her fingers circled the thick shaft, kissing his belly, tracing her tongue into the soft silky pubic hair above his cock. And then she found him with her lips, her mouth opening wide to cover the fat spongy head. She teased it with the tip of her tongue, finding an ooze of stick precum and savoring the sweet taste of it. His cock was so big and so beautiful. 

She feathered her lips slowly up and down the hard shaft, wanting to explore every bit of the succulent flesh. Her fingers found his heavy sac, gently rolling the glands as her mouth engulfed him and she slid her lips as far down the shaft as she could. She felt his fingertips stroking her hair as she sucked him, never before having felt the need to please as she did that instant. Her mouth drooled and soft sucking sounds filled the air as she teased this young hard cock with her lips. 

She felt his strong hands move down her body, circling her waist and lifting her up. They adjusted their positions as he moved her and then lowered her down, her sopping wet cunt replacing her lips over his shaft. His hips lifted as she sank down on him, the full length of his enormous shaft filling her, making her groan with as twinge of pain that mixed with the extreme pleasure of the moment. 

She began to move, riding him, feeling his cock press against her cervix with each beautiful thrust. Her big breasts bounced and jiggled as she fucked him, his strong hands moving to them, capturing them so he could feast upon them with his lips. Never before had she felt so aroused, every nerve ending in her body tingling with each movement. She rode him hard and fast, clenching her muscles around him, then slowing, moving slowly up and down and savoring every inch of his beautiful cock as she did. 

They fucked and fucked, her body quivering as waves of pleasure broke over her and she cried out with exclamations of delight. 

She felt his urgency then, his face nuzzling her bosom, his strong hands at her waist controlling the rhythm, until she felt him tense and felt his ejaculation flood her as loud grunt of pleasure came from deep in his throat. He moved her slowly, letting her clench him with her cunt, and milk the spurts of thick creamy cum from his loins. 

Finally, both of them spent, she collapsed on him, her head on his broad shoulder, holding him and enjoying the sensations, until his cock softened and slipped from her. They lay there for awhile, and he lightly stroked her with his gently touch. 

Then, without any words being spoken, she moved from him, finding her clothes and dressing as he did the same. She started the car and maneuvered around, returning to the highway and continuing her journey. 

They drove in silence for almost two hours, for nothing needed to be said. They drove until the lights of the small coastal town came into view. It was almost midnight and the rain had stopped when she heard his voice. 

"You can drop me here" he said in almost a whisper. 

She pulled the car to the curb, turning to look at him, but not knowing what to say. He leaned across and brushed her lips with his and then he was out of the car, opening the back door, extracting his jacket and back pack and then disappearing into the quiet of the night. 

She put the car in gear, slowly driving away, a smile on her lips and a single tear of joy rolling down her cheek. Her thoughts turned to her destination and the man who awaited her. Her body was alive as it hadn't been in years, and the beautiful stranger had awakened her sexual being with this unexpected encounter.



Hitchhiker



Looking around she picks up her holdall and heads off down the road. No money to her name and the only possessions were the shorts and t-shirt and sandals she was wearing and the few in her holdall. Taking the sunglasses out of her top pocket and placing them over her eyes she wonders where her life is going.

Hearing a cars engine getting closer she sticks her thumb out and prays its a dear old granny or at least a woman that stops, if at all the car stops. It went sailing past her, she sighs with a heavy heart and carries on walking.

The next few cars did exactly the same and she was about to give up hope when a truck pulls up beside her. Looking inside she sees the driver is a man in His 40's, he smiles at her and she opens the door and jumps in. Placing her holdall in the back she looks him over and decides if he tries anything she would be able to fend him off.

Looking him over she decides that for an older guy he was very sexy and good looking. He looks at her and their eyes meet, quickly she looks away.

"W here to?" he asks as he starts of again down the road.

"Next town along if that's ok." she tries to sound like she knew where she was going but really she didn't have a clue.

"Sure thing." He smiles and turns to face the road.

Settling back into the seat she does up her seat belt and tries to relax, his choice in music was not hers but who was she to complain. A smile forms across her face as the song changes and he starts to join in, glancing over at him she realises that he was singing as if she was not there. 

When the song finishes he suddenly remembers he has company, looking over at her he grins.

"My apologies for my outburst" He laughs "Been awhile since I've had company in here." 

"Not a problem," she smiles" made me smile."

She heard him mutter something under his breathe and could swear she heard him say something about a sexy slut. Did he mean her? She pondered if to ask him what he had said but thought better of it.

He moves slightly in his seat, damn why had he picked her up? He was hungry and pent up, He needed to take his frustration and hunger out on something or someone. Gripping hold of the steering wheel he tries desperately to focus on the road ahead, but all he can think of is driving to the next lay-by and using her body to feed his hunger. 

The next lay-by was coming up close, if he was going to do anything he had best make it quick. Glancing over at her he knew she would be perfect to vent a little pent up frustration on. He pulls off the road at the lay-by and down a dirt track, pulling over he looks at her. She sits looking at him, her hands clasped in her lap.

"Listen there's only one way you will leave this area in one piece. That way is to co-operate with everything I say. Afterwards I promise to set you free. Understand?" he undoes both seat belts.

She nods her head and opens her mouth to say yes but nothing comes out so she closes her mouth again. He reaches across her and opens the glove compartment and pulls out some cable ties, as he straightens up his hand brushes against her naked thigh. Taking a cable tie in his hand he grabs her hands and wraps the cable around her wrists pulling it tight as he threads the tongue through the ratchet.

She lets out a loud cry as he pulls it so tight it cuts slightly into her flesh. He gets out the car and opens her door, dragging her out he pushes her up against the truck. Grabbing at her shorts he roughly pulls them down over her thighs, ripping her panties of her body. Holding the panties he takes her chin between his thumb and finger and yanks her mouth open, ramming the panties into her mouth laughing as she gags.

He rubs His fingers down over her pussy, pushing his fingers through her pussy lips and thrusting them roughly in side her. Splaying his fingers as he thrusts them in and out, pushing them deeper and harder each time. Her muffled moans making him ram his fingers in harder and deeper, removing them he lifts them to his mouth and sucks on them. 

Dragging her down the dirt track towards a clearing, he pushes her over to a lone tree. The tree has part of a sawn off branch sticking out, he lifts her hands up and rests her bound wrists on the branch. He searches round and finds some rope, threading it around the tree and her ankles spreading her legs wide. Her mumbles getting louder, her eyes bulging wide as she writhes to break free.

Raising his hand he brings it down on her left breast, then her right one watching as his hand print forms on them. He smacks each one five times, then dips his head and flicks his tongue over the red flesh. Unbuckling his belt he slides the buckle over her tits and down over her stomach. Folding the belt in half he raises his hand and brings the belt down on her right breast, watching her bodies reaction and listening to her muffled screams as the tears trickle down her cheeks. He lifts the belt again and brings it down on her left breast, he dips his head and flicks his tongue over the red welts that were starting to rise.

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out two more cable ties, wrapping them round each breast and pulling them fairly tightly grinning as he watches them start to change colour. Taking hold of his belt again he brings it down five times on each breast, then twice on each nipple. As he darts his tongue over her coloured flesh, sucking on her hard nipples he thrusts two fingers between her pussy lips and deep inside her. 

Ramming his fingers in and out, rubbing his thumb tip against her clit feeling her pussy spasm as she cums on his fingers. Lifting them to his mouth he sucks of her juices. Standing slightly back he takes hold of his belt and brings it down over and over on her stomach and thighs laying it just above and below her pussy. Coiling the belt around his hand till just the buckle is left he taps it over her pussy lips, each tap getting harder and leaving an imprint on her pussy.

His cock hard and throbbing in his trousers he decides its time to relieve the rest of his pent up frustration. Untying her legs and releasing her hands from the tree branch he drags her to the front of his truck. Spreading her legs and tying them to the front wheel arches then her hands he unzips his jeans and releases his cock. Guiding it to the tip of her pussy he thrusts deep inside her, pushing his thick hard cock deep in her. Reaching round he starts to pinch and pull at her clit as he thrusts hard and deep into her.

Her body grinding hard against his truck with each thrust, her moans muffled but still loud as he pulls out and spreads her ass cheeks. With one thrust he enters her ass and starts to fuck it hard and deep. Roughly thrusting his body hard against hers, filling her tight ass with his cock.  With each hard thrust he lifts her body up slightly up on the bonnet of his truck, the ropes digging into her flesh. Lifting his hand he brings it down several times on each of her ass cheeks leaving his hand print on each one.

Digging his nails into her hips as he thrusts faster and deeper, he then drags his nails down over her back as he pulls out her ass and cums over it. Thrusting his fingers inside her wet pussy he starts to ram them in and out hard and deep. Her body ramming against the truck as her body shudders and spasms as she cums again. Untying her legs and hands and cutting of the cable ties her carries her limp body onto the back seat of his truck. 

Driving off he decides this girl would be his, his to take out his frustrations and desires on in the future.



Hitchhiker



 

With both hands firmly on the steering wheel, Andy leaned forward and turned his head, checking his blind spot as he pressed the accelerator and eased onto the freeway. Glancing up to his rear view mirror and confirming he was safely ahead of the eighteen-wheeler he had noticed as he turned onto the ramp Andy relaxed a bit. Only then did he notice the hitchhiker on the shoulder ahead of him.

Not one to take unnecessary risks he normally wouldn't even consider picking up a hitchhiker, there were just too many stories out there and he refused to become a victim. As he got closer he noticed it was a woman, a relatively attractive one the best he could tell as he approached at sixty-five miles per hour. Just as he breezed past her he made a decision... 

After she had climbed into the car and they exchanged a brief impromptu introduction and a few mumbled thank yous, Andy found himself engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. Not wanting to rudely stare at his new passenger, he stole a few quick glances as they traveled the next few miles. Her shoulder length blonde hair was surprising clean and it looked like she actually had on some makeup. She had unbuttoned her heavy jacket exposing a low cut blouse showing a hint of a black lace bra and some alluring cleavage.

After nearly an hour, hoping for her to remove her jacket, Andy reached forward and turned up the heat a bit just before changing lanes and slowly passing an eighteen-wheeler. That was it! The eighteen-wheeler provided him a subject and feeling courageous he spoke.

"That's the damn truck that blared its horn as I pulled over to pick you up," he said, nodding his head at the truck.

"We passed him quickly, how fast are we going?"

"Just a bit over the speed limit, the truck must be slowing down for some reason."

She wiggled out of her jacket, looking back as the truck pulled onto an exit ramp. Andy stared as she worked off the coat, getting a good look down the front of her blouse. Feeling a tingling in his crotch, he quickly looked back to the road as she straightened out in her seat and said, "Yeah, looks like a pit stop for him."

"Speaking of pit stop, do you need to stop for anything?"

"No, I'm fine," she replied.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to take this next exit. I think I drank a bit too much coffee when got gas before picking you up."

"No problem."

They drove a few miles before Andy turned on his blinker and eased onto the exit ramp. There were two gas stations on the other side of the freeway, but instead of turning and traveling over the bridge to the stations, Andy pulled over to the right onto the driveway of an old abandoned restaurant. Pulling to a stop he looked over at the woman and said, "We don't need gas and well, I don't want waste too much time, I'll just step behind the car if it's okay with you."

She shrugged and then nodded, even though Andy could see some concern on her face. He stepped out of the car, closed his door and walked behind the car. It was very dark and with the other two gas stations tucked away behind an embankment they were out of sight. Standing behind the car he unzipped his zipper and pulled his cock out. Even through it was cold out, he was fully erect. He didn't need to urinate; he simply stroked it a few times as he debated with himself.

Surely this woman expected something from him, otherwise why the low cut blouse and makeup, especially if she was just hitchhiking. "Yes, this was what she wanted," he told himself as he tucked his erection back into his shorts, but left his zipper unzipped for easy and quick access. Instead of walking back to the driver's side door, Andy walked to the passenger door and opened it.

His passenger turned to face him, but before she could say anything his hands moved to her waist and then slipped up under her blouse. As she tried to back away from him, she found herself caught up in the seatbelt and though she tried to push him away, he was able to work his hands up under her blouse and bra and firmly grasp her breasts.

"No, don't do this," she whined, pushing her hands to his chest.

Andy worked her bra and shirt up over her breasts and leaned forward. Her arms gave way and he moved his mouth to her nipples, noticing that she was cold. Sucking the erect nipple into his mouth he felt her begin to breathe heavily as her struggling seemed to subside. Biting her nipple lightly, he pulled back and reached to her pants.

Although she didn't help him pull off her pants and panties, the little bit of struggling she did had not convinced him she wanted him to stop. Even when she pleaded, "Please stop. Don't do this please," he was convinced she wanted him to take her.

With her pants off, he worked his way between her legs and took a good look at her pussy. Reaching his hand down, he pushed a finger to her lips and when it slid easily into her wet opening he knew for sure. Working his finger in and out of her pussy, he then eased it up to her clit and gently took it between his thumb and index finger, lightly massaging it. Her hips lifted slightly at the sensation and he knew it was time. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he moved them up to her breasts.

With both hands firmly on her large breasts he... he leaned forward and turned his head, checking his blind spot as he pressed the accelerator and eased onto the freeway. Glancing up to his rear view mirror and confirming he was safely ahead of the eighteen-wheeler he had noticed as he turned onto the ramp Andy relaxed a bit. Only then did he notice the hitchhiker on the shoulder ahead of him.

Not one to take unnecessary risks he never even considered picking her up. Instead he sped past her at sixty-five miles per hour. As he watched the eighteen-wheeler behind him turn on its blinker and ease onto the shoulder, Andy pondered to himself what might have happened had he pulled over and picked up the hitchhiker. Feeling a slight tingling in his crotch he sped down the freeway.

  



Hitchhiker



I pulled over about twenty feet from where she stood, thumb out. She walked to the passenger side and leaned in. We were headed in the same direction. She got in the car, flinging her bag to her feet. I drove at a leisurely pace, my right arm draped half out the window holding a nearly-smoked cigarette. The music played low, interspersed with news and commercials. She sat with her head back, eyes closed. I took in her long, dark hair and high cheekbones. She had full lips, wet and slightly parted. Her oversized sunglasses hid her eyes but they were apparently closed, as she didn't make any comment about the fact that I was staring at her between glances at the winding country road in front of us. She was wearing a halter-top that exposed her delicate chest bone and half of each of her rounded breasts. Her denim mini skirt had ridden up when she sat down and I could see her smooth, lightly tanned, muscled thighs. 

"I have to pick up my girlfriend," I said, " . . . it's on the way." 

She turned her head to me and smiled. "No problem, thanks for the ride."

My girlfriend was waiting outside on the porch as I drove up. She got in with a curious glance at the stranger in my car, who obligingly slid over to let her in. She had to spread her legs so I could maneuver the gearshift between her legs, but there was plenty of room.

As we drove away, my girlfriend looked appreciatively down the length of the young hitchhiker's body, and gave me a knowing glance. We were old enough to be this twenty-some year-old's parents. 

We stopped for some beers and gas and were soon chattering away like old friends. The girl was shy at first, but soon warmed to my vivacious, beautiful girlfriend's questions. After finishing a six-pack between them, my girlfriend finally broke the ice.

"Those are the prettiest titties I think I have ever seen . . . do you mind if I touch them?"

The girl looked uncomfortable, glancing from my girl to me, to the desolate countryside surrounding us. Not saying anything, she watched as my girl reached out and wrapped her hand around one of her breasts, squeezing and lightly weighing it in her hand before softly jiggling it side-to-side. 

"Sweet, sweet titties," my girl murmured as she played with one than the other. 

"I'll bet your pussy tastes sweet, too, doesn't it?" The girl just sat stock still, afraid to even breathe. 

"Let me suck those sweet little titties." My girlfriend pinched one of the girl's nipples, already hard and visible through her thin cotton top. The girl squirmed a little closer to me, not even noticing that I was pulling onto a dirt road half-hidden from the country highway we were driving down. 

My girlfriend lowered her head and started sucking and gnawing at one of the girl's nipples, while twisting and pulling at the other. The girl turned her head to me, frightened. I smiled and started rubbing the bulge that had been in my jeans since I first saw her. 

"Ohhh, look what you are doing to my man." My girl panted as she freed the hitchhiker's tits from their top. 

Tiny, sweet aureoles budding with little, erect, eraser-tipped nipples popped in and out my girlfriend's mouth as she sucked them to a bright pink. 

The girl began to struggle as she realized we were now pulling into an abandoned rock quarry. I stopped the engine and put my arm around her, pinning one arm between us, and one with my hand. I reached over and started rubbing one of her tits with my other hand while my girlfriend reached between the girl's legs. 

"Is your pussy sweet, baby girl?" she said, "Is it wet?" 

I could hear and smell the answer to the last question as my girlfriend's fingers slid past the girl's underwear and made contact with her dripping slit. 

My girl reached up and pulled the girl's sunglasses off, revealing amber-brown eyes rounded with fear. 

"Oh, don't be afraid little girl . . . we just want to taste you—make you feel good." 

She started finger-fucking the girl, chuckling low in her throat. 

"Mmmmm . . . sweet little pussy wants to be licked." 

I had both my hands on the girl's titties now as we lowered her on the seat. My girlfriend opened her door and stepped out, pulling the girl's legs straight and drawing her sopping underwear from her. She pushed the girl's skirt up and started sucking on her pussy. 

"Mmmm, mmmm" my girl moaned as she lapped her with long slow licks. "You have to try this pussy, baby, it is so good." 

She sucked at the girl's tiny hole and pushed her tongue up as far as it would go, then sucked on her swollen lips and clit. The girl started rhythmically grinding into my girl's face and arching her back as I twisted her nipples. I ground my stiff cock into the back of the girl's head as my girlfriend put a finger in the girl's cunt, finger-fucking her while sucking and licking her clitoris. The girl was ready to cum, and had a tremendous orgasm the second my girlfriend inserted another finger in her ass. My girl eagerly lapped up and sucked the girl's juices, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. She lay spent and drained on the carseat after a half-hour of tender ministration. My girl raised her cum-drenched face, then and looked at me. 

"You have to fuck this cunt, baby, she is so ready for it." 

She rose and came to my side of the car, and opened the door. I kissed her deeply, passionately, tasting the girl's pussy juice all over her face. She rubbed her titties against me, laughing as I reached between her legs and quickly pumped her to her own orgasm. As I knelt on the ground to lick up her cum, the hitchhiker started to stir. 

"Show-time" my girlfriend said, as she replaced me on the seat behind the girl's head. She started kneading and pinching the girl's titties again, reaching down to put a finger or two in the girl's still-throbbing cunt. I watched as I slowly walked around the car and unzipped my pants, freeing my stiff cock from the tight jeans. The girl opened her eyes as I drug her to the edge of the seat, then her eyes widened as she saw my dripping prick.

"N-no" she whimpered, shaking her head and weakly struggling to get away. 

"Shhhhh . . ." I said as I spread her legs and thumbed her clit. 

She quieted once my thumb started rubbing a smooth circle around her red, swollen button. As soon as she started to grind I put the tip of my cock in the entrance to her tight, wet hole and started to head-fuck her. I looked down at my prick just popping in and out of her cunt and had to slow down so I wouldn't cream then and there. Her pussy stretched around my cock, sucking it in every time I withdrew. Deeper and deeper, slowly she got used to my size, until I was fully impaled. I looked up into my girlfriend's eyes then. She was feverishly watching my cock, mouth open. She looked up then, licked her lips then bit down on the lower one. She nodded and I pulled the girl's legs up to my shoulders and started pumping that tight, wet pussy with everything I had. The only sound I could hear was the wet slosh and slap as I drove it home in a fast, furious fuck.

The girl was writhing around and moaning, her arms trapped under my girlfriend's legs as she knelt over her, sucking and licking those titties. I saw one of the hitchhiker's hands reach up under my girlfriend's skirt then, and knew she had a hand full of that sweet pussy I licked every night. My girlfriend started humping the girl's palm, and I saw her eyes widen as the girl started pumping fingers into her cunt. The girl pulled my girlfriend's pussy over her face and started licking and sucking her as her fingers continued to pump in and out of her cunt. My girlfriend continued to twist and pinch the girl's nipples, and now we were all moaning. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to see both of these girls get off. I watched as my girlfriend started to tense up, then ground my palm into the girl's clit as I pounded my cock into her. I felt the girl's pussy contract around my prick as she screamed against my girl's clit and started sucking like she couldn't breathe. My girl and I came at the same moment, both of us pulsing as I shot load after load into that sweet creamy cunt.

After we all rolled off of each other, panting and exhausted, we stepped into the quarry and drank a beer. We were all quiet, just looking at each other and smiling. We started to laugh and talk, and in the darkening of the day, I leaned back on a boulder while my woman licked my balls, and a stranger sucked my cock, and thought about what I was going to do with these beautiful women once I got them home.



Hitchhiker



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Copyright Oggbashan October 2008

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Late in the evening of Halloween I was leaving Dover, driving up Whitfield Hill towards the roundabout with the A2. It was raining hard. I was annoyed that the meeting had gone on so long and my stomach was complaining.

As I turned on to the A2 I noticed a woman standing beneath the Ramada Hotel sign with her thumb extended. I pulled off the carriageway, stopped and opened the passenger door. As she came towards me I noticed that she was very pale and her hooded trench-coat was soaked through and clinging to her. She put her head in the car.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"At least to the start of the M2," I replied. I didn't want to say more in case she turned out to be an irritating companion. I could stand anything for half an hour. More? That depended on what she was like.

"OK. Thanks." she said as she got in.

"Want to shed that coat? It looks very wet."

"No. I'll be OK. It should dry out."

She pushed her hood back revealing brunette hair flattened by the hood. She fastened the seat belt. She settled her small handbag on her lap. I joined the carriageway easily because there was no traffic at all.

"Where are you heading for?" I asked as I turned the heater to a higher setting.

"London, I suppose. That's where I was going when..." 

She stopped, reached into her handbag, removed a tissue and started to dry the raindrops from her face. I glanced at her hands. Even under the street lights the skin looked blue with prominent veins. I thought that was odd because she was heavily built with slightly podgy hands indicating that she was slightly overweight.

"I'm cold," she said.

I turned the heater up to maximum.

"Undo your coat. The heat will get through sooner."

She unbuckled the belt and pulled the coat open. I glanced towards her. She was wearing a dark blue jersey dress, also soaked. Her breasts strained the material with a prominent bra outline.

"I think I've got a towel in the boot..."

"No. It's not worth stopping for that."

"OK."

I drove for another ten minutes, accelerating once we had reached the dual carriageway beyond the Lydden crossroads.

"I'm John," I said. "You are?"

"I think I'm Mary, actually Maria, but I'm so cold I don't know who I am." Her voice was vague as if she was struggling to think straight.

"Maria, you really need to dry out. You are saturated and if you're not careful you'll get hypothermia if you haven't got it already."

"I know I'm very cold."

I took a deep breath.

"Maria, I don't want to upset you but you do need a change of clothing before you continue your journey. I've got some clothes, probably in your size..."

"You wife's?"

"I'm not married. They were my girlfriend's until she went travelling. She used to live with me but got the urge to see the world. She's settled in Australia and is engaged to someone else. I'm not trying to seduce you but we could go to my house, get you dry and changed, and then I could take you to the start of the M2."

"I suppose so." Maria sounded as if she didn't care.

My stomach rumbled. 

"When did you last eat anything?" I asked.

"I don't know. A long time ago."

"OK. I need to eat too. I'll put something in the microwave while I find the clothes. You can dry yourself, change, eat something and then you'll be ready to move on. OK?"

I didn't know why I was offering this to a stranger. I suppose I felt that if Hester, my former girlfriend, had been in a similar situation, I hoped that someone would help her. Maria certainly needed help. She was so wet and cold that she was barely functioning. 

When I reached the Brenley Corner roundabout I turned on to the A299. About ten minutes later we pulled onto the drive of my small detached bungalow that had been my grandmother's. I had to help Maria out of the car and support her, almost carry her, to the front door. When I saw her by the house lights I became even more worried about her. Her face was almost completely white. Her lips were blue. I eased the sopping wet coat off her shoulders. Her dress was nearly as wet as the coat.

I put her on the settee in the living room and turned the gas fire on. The central heating would warm the house eventually but Maria needed heat now. I filled the kettle, switched it on and went to the spare bedroom to rummage through Hester's abandoned clothing. I collected several warm towels from the airing cupboard.

Maria was leaning back against the settee with her eyes closed. Her handbag was beside her.

"Maria! Can you dry yourself?"

Her eyes slowly opened. Her head shook.

"Then I will."

I hoped she wouldn't object but she had to get out of those wet clothes. I took her shoes off. They were sodden and had marked her tights. I leant Maria's body against my shoulder while I peeled the dress over her head. It clung clammily to her. Underneath she had a white bra and cotton panties. I unclipped the bra. Her large breasts slumped against my chest leaving damp patches. I dried her torso and arms rubbing briskly with a warm towel. Her skin still felt cold and looked white as I fitted one of Hester's bras. Hester's bra was a better fit than the one I had removed. I added a thermal vest and a T-shirt before lowering Maria to lie on the settee. She stirred slightly as I removed her thin tights.

I dried Maria's legs. I had to dry them again because her panties were wringing wet as I slid them down and off, showing a brunette bush. I had to pull and push Maria around to get her into Hester's maxi panties. I added thermal directoire panties and footless tights. I had intended to put a pair of jeans on top but I was panting after the effort of heaving Maria's dead-weight around. I covered her with a couple of warm towels while I went back to search for something easier to put on her.

I found a button-through denim dress. I rolled Maria to one side and then the other before bringing the front of the dress together and buttoning it from neck to hem. Finally I added a pair of my own walking socks to Maria's feet before recovering her with the towels. I took her sodden clothes to the kitchen, checked the labels and put them in the washing machine for a slow spin to remove the water.

I was really worried. Unless Maria became more lucid soon I would have to seek professional help. Would I need to call an ambulance or take her to the nearest Accident and Emergency Hospital? Perhaps a warm drink might help?

I made coffee. I put the mugs down on the low side table and propped Maria into a sitting position. Her handbag wasn't there anymore. Had she moved it? 

I felt odd looking at another woman in Hester's dress. I still regretted losing Hester. Maria obviously wasn't Hester. She has wavy brunette compared to Hester's mouse dyed-blond straight hair. Her figure is similar being fairly heavy-set, well developed and slightly plump. Her podgy hands seemed out of place. I reached for one of her hands and held it. It was still icy cold. I gently massaged it between my hands, trying to get some response.

Eventually Maria's eyes opened but she wasn't really focusing on anything. I had to hold the coffee mug while she drank. Slowly she seemed to become more aware of herself and her surroundings. Two mugs later she was almost coherent. I suggested that she might like something to eat. She agreed to instant pasta bolognaise.

She slumped back against the settee as I went to use the microwave. As the meal was cooking I checked the washing machine. It had stopped spinning so I opened the door. Maria's clothes weren't inside. Had I moved them to the tumble drier without remembering that I had? The tumble drier was cold and empty. I looked around the kitchen. The damp patch where the clothes had rested on the floor as I loaded them into the machine was still there, but her clothes were not.

The microwave pinged. I put my portion into the microwave and took the pasta to Maria. I still wondering what had happened to her clothes. I must have put them somewhere.

At first I had to help Maria to eat. She gradually began to feed herself in small mouthfuls. Her face started to gain some colour. I went back to the kitchen to get my pasta and then sat beside her. I had finished before she had but at least she had eaten it all.

"I'm tired..." Maria said.

"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked.

"Yes."

Did I have any of Hester's sleepwear? I thought I might have but it had been such an effort undressing and then dressing Maria that I felt reluctant to strip her again. It wouldn't do her any harm to sleep in what she was wearing.

I helped Maria to her feet and steered her towards the spare bedroom. It has a double bed for when my parents visit. It can be separated into two singles for visiting friends if that's what they want. I pulled back the duvet with one hand before sitting Maria on the edge of the bed. I put an arm around her shoulders to lower her head to the pillow before swinging her legs up. She reached out to grab my arm as I stood up.

"Don't leave me," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm cold. I need a cuddle."

Maria was certainly cold. There didn't seem to be any hint of a sexual need in her request. Even if there was, the clothes I'd dressed her in would be an obstacle.

"OK," I replied. "I'll turn the lights out first then I'll be back, I promise."

"Thanks," Maria's voice was still faint.

I looked around the kitchen again before turning the light out. Maria's clothes weren't in sight. I looked around the living room. Her clothes weren't there, neither was her small handbag she had been clutching earlier. What was going on? Perhaps everything would be explained in the morning. 

I returned to the spare bedroom, shed my shoes but kept my clothes on as I climbed into bed with Maria. She snuggled into my arms. Even through the clothes we were both wearing I felt the coldness of her body. I wrapped myself around her and tried to warm her. I admit it. I enjoyed hugging Maria. If only we could begin a relationship...

Slowly Maria's body began to warm in my arms but I was getting colder as if I was cuddling a block of ice. The colder I got, the weaker I felt.

When Maria started to strip me of my clothes I was unable to make more than a token objection. As I became colder and weaker she was stronger. Once I was naked she shed her clothes as well and pulled me on top of her. Her cool hand gently massaged me to an erection that she fed into herself. That erection faded as it entered her cold pussy.

Maria's hand massaged me insistently until I was hard enough to penetrate her. I started to thrust but the effort was beyond my ability to maintain. I wanted to fuck her but I didn't have the strength. Maria bucked underneath me until I came into her body. I sagged against her, totally spent.

She lay there for about a quarter of an hour with her vaginal muscles rhythmically contracting around my useless prick. Once it had some signs of returning hardness she wriggled out from under my dead weight before rolling me on to my back.

"John? These clothes were Hester's?"

It was a question. My only reply was a weak nod.

"You loved Hester? You miss her?"

I nodded again.

"Then pretend that I am Hester. This will help..."

Maria spread Hester's panties across my nose and mouth before tying them there with the tights. She pushed the skirt of Hester's denim dress over my torso and head, holding it in place with her hands either side of my head. I was breathing the reminders of Hester's perfume. Despite myself my erection returned. Hester had never been so direct about our love-making. Sometimes I had wished that she could have been.

Maria impaled herself on my taut erection. She seemed to have ample energy now as her hips banged hard against mine while her hands pressed Hester's skirt tighter and tighter around my head.

I felt as if I was losing myself inside Hester, completely controlled and dominated by her. All thought of Maria should have gone. It hadn't. Hester became Maria again. Maria thrust herself again and again on to the hardest erection I had achieved in months. Maria's lovemaking was far more satisfactory than anything I had experienced with Hester. When I ejaculated into Maria it was the last effort I could make. Almost immediately afterwards I was asleep or unconscious.

Through a haze I was eventually aware that my face was in the open air and that Maria was knotting pantyhose across my chest. It was an extreme effort to wriggle sufficiently to find out what Maria was doing. She had tied my legs together in several places and my arms were tied by my sides of my body at the wrists and elbows. Maria's body weight was holding me down as she straddled my chest.

"I've nearly done, John."

"Why, Maria, why?" I whispered.

"I'll tell you in a minute or two."

Maria climbed off me. If I had any strength I might have tried to roll. As it was I was too weak to do more than confirm that she had tied me very effectively. Hester had been collecting her older pantyhose to stuff some cushions. Maria had found them and used them as bonds on me.

Maria sat down on the bed beside me. She was now wearing another of Hester's dresses. She looked much more attractive than she had when I had dressed her. Her hand stroked my head as she spoke.

"Tonight is Halloween. You really shouldn't pick up hitchhikers after dark on Halloween. They might not be what they seem. I'm not."

Maria's hand dropped to my mouth to stop my response.

"I'm a ghost. I can only be seen after dark on Halloween but I'm there at that road junction every night. You were the first person to offer me a lift. Thank you for that. It gives me a chance to stop being a ghost and move on. I died at that junction and I want revenge."

While her hand on my mouth stopped me speaking she relaxed its grip and her other hand began to stroke my hair.

"About ten years ago my boyfriend persuaded me to go for a day trip to France. We were to go for a meal in Calais and shopping in Cite Europe. I didn't know that he had anything else in mind.

We parked the car in a back street in Calais. Darren seemed to want to park in that particular street even though it was about five hundred metres from the restaurant. The meal was great but very long-winded. It was three or more hours before we got back to the car. When we did, it had a slightly different smell. I couldn't place it. It just seemed odd.

We went to Cite Europe but it was obvious that Darren wasn't interested in shopping. We bought some cases of beer and some wine but I had no time to look at the shops I would have been interested in. Darren wanted to get back to the port and catch the next ferry.

We did. On the crossing Darren wasn't his usual self. He seemed preoccupied and very off-hand with me, as if I had done something to upset him. I couldn't think what.

We landed at Dover and drove through the nothing-to-declare channel. We went up Jubilee Way to the A2 and started towards the Whitfield Roundabout.

Suddenly a police car appeared behind us with siren and blue lights. Another one raced alongside us. It was obvious they wanted us to pull over. Darren didn't. He put his foot down and tried to run from them. I screamed at him to stop. He just said 'Shut-up, bitch!' in a quiet voice as he urged the car to go faster. He had never called me a bitch before. I started to cry. 

At the Whitfield roundabout he was going too fast. He squeezed past a couple of cars but hit the inside of a heavy goods vehicle just by where you picked me up. The car rebounded off and rolled, crushing the side door next to me and pushing the bodywork back against my legs. I was trapped. The car continued to roll and finished back on its wheels with the front down the embankment. 

My head was forced back against the headrest by the windscreen that had collapsed against me. My legs and feet were trapped. My arms and torso were held by the airbag that for some reason didn't deflate. I was looking up at the car's headlining. There was white smoke in the air inside the car. 

I thought that the white smoke was from the airbag until powder started pouring from the headlining over my immobile face. The powder was suffocating me. There were kilos of it.

It was uncut cocaine. I drowned in cocaine that Darren was importing. He had abandoned the car and me as soon as he could get his door open. It didn't do him any good. The police caught him within five minutes but because they were chasing him no one tried to rescue me. I could have survive with such a little action -- a hand over my face to keep the powder from flooding my nose and mouth. The police couldn't provide that hand because they were trying to capture Darren. Darren cared more about his own liberty than my life.

He went to jail. Now he is out and I want repayment for my life. You have given me a chance to get that repayment."

Maria stopped talking.

"How?" I managed to ask past her loosely gripping hand.

Maria's hand clamped back on my mouth.

"Shh!" She hissed in my ear.

"You've given me warmth and strength. To the extent that I've taken it from you, you are that much weaker. I probably didn't need to tie you up like this but I want you here when I return. I hope I can give everything back to you because you have been kind to me. If I'm successful, I will repay you. If I'm not, you'll get your strength back in a few hours and can probably free yourself.

Now I'm going to find Darren. I know exactly where he is. I'm going to borrow your car and drive to his flat. I'll get in because I still have his keys in my handbag..."

I shook my head. Maria lifted her hand.

"It's vanished. So have your clothes."

"It hasn't. You can't see it. I can. Anything I have that isn't touching me becomes invisible to live people. I'm a ghost. My clothes and handbag are still here. Thanks for drying the clothes. I'll put them on when I go out.

I'm going to frighten Darren with a little help from my ghostly friends. I wish I could kill him. I can't. Some of my friends could but I don't want to go that far. He has been punished for drug-dealing but not for letting me die, nor for making me an innocent accomplice. At least he admitted in court that I knew nothing about the cocaine or the smuggling. If he hadn't perhaps I might let my friends kill him.

Now I'm going to leave you. While I'm gone, think about Hester. This might help."

Maria stuffed a pair of Hester's skimpier panties in my mouth. She pulled a bra cup over my face. Hester's breasts, and Maria's, are so large that a bra cup completely covers my face. She tied it in place with more pantyhose before pulling a stocking down over my head. I could breathe but only through Hester's bra and pantyhose.

I heard Maria leave. I lay on the bed. Despite breathing Hester's perfume I felt desire for Maria. I wanted to repeat our coupling with me as a more active partner. In a short time I was asleep.

I woke up as Maria eased the stocking off my head and removed Hester's bra. I spat the sodden panties out.

"We've done it."

Maria was really pleased with herself. She had an almost normal skin colour with none of the washed out look that had been there when she had taken my warmth and strength.

"What did you do to him?"

"Everything."

Maria struggled to release my from the pantyhose bonds. She used her teeth on one tie.

"Darren has found another woman even more trusting than I was. He treats her like dirt. She even has to call him 'Master' and serve him meals dressed in a skimpy apron and nothing else. But not any more.




Hitchhiker



A buddy and I were cruising in my old convertible (top up) in a huge state park for the first time looking for the Frisbee golf course. With plenty of cold beer but no herb, we were a bit out of sorts, as Frisbee and ganja go together like bacon and eggs.

I'm driving on this deserted stretch of two-lane highway when we passed this chick slowly ambling along by herself, thumb barely out—a passive hitchhiker. She was real good-looking with a pretty though spaced-out face, long straight brown hair, slim legs and butt in tight jeans, and big, pendulous boobs, bra-less beneath a worn-thin Molly Hatchett tee-shirt. Molly Hatchett was a hard-rock band very popular at the time.

"Very fuckable," my buddy Ames said. 

This was one of the few occasions in my entire life that I was not particularly horny, having just fucked my new girlfriend all that morning and most of the previous night. So, for him, I made a U-turn and drove back to her, telling him to let me do the talking, as he had a habit of screwing up.

"Got a joint or two or three?" I asked her. Her face immediately went from somber to happy. I took that for a "yes," so Ames got out to let her in. 

She paused, "Y'all aren't cops are you?" 

"When's the last time you saw cops drinking beer cruising chicks in an old drop-top Buick?" I responded. 

Grinning from ear to ear, she slid over into the middle of the front bench seat between us, pulled out a bag and some papers, and said, "All right, let's party! I'm Dixie!" 

Ames made some lame joke about her "Dixie cups," but it went right over her head. We cracked fresh brews as she fired up a big spliff. 

We've just about finished it off when she smiles and asks, "Y'all horny?" 

Ames leans forward, looks me straight in the eye, and says, "Shall we do her? Heads or tails?" 

"She's all yours, dude," I replied.

Before I could even take the last hit off the doob, Dixie's got his shorts down to his ankles and is slurping shlong. He pulled her tee-shirt up around her neck, so I'm driving with one eye on the curvy tree-lined road and the other on her curvy body, tits swaying in time to her bobbing head. I could not resist playing with her dangling boobs just a little bit. Very soft and pliable natural D cups.

He's trying to wiggle her jeans off as she's trying to squirm out of them next to me, so, being a former Boy Scout, I naturally lent a hand, copping a generous helping of her soft buns as I pulled her panties down. 

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when she put on a most sincere expression and said, "It'd be just fine if you screw me while I blow him. Then y'all can switch. Oh, and I swallow."

Though I was not real horny due to my just-finished fuck-a-thon, Mr. Johnson was nevertheless coming to attention. Even so, something was telling me not to mess with this chick. 

"Naw, darlin', somebody's gotta drive, and I wouldn't think of letting Ames behind the wheel of my Wildcat. Ames, dude, you think you can twist a couple more funny cigarettes and get head at the same time, or is that sensory overload?"

And so he did. At this point, she's totally naked sucking like a Hoover on high, and he's smiling and rolling joints on her back, sitting there in the passenger seat nude but for socks and tennis shoes. Funny as shit sight.

Dixie's got her ass hiked up high there in the middle next to me as she's blowing Ames on the passenger side, and I'm driving, with my window cracked to evacuate the smoke. It was late Summer, the area heavily foliated, and I smelled the scent of cum—probably from those "cum bush" plants—and I chuckle out loud as I simultaneously keep one eye on her wet pussy, soon to be a cum bush itself!

Dixie climbs up on Ames facing him, lowers her pussy onto his hard cock, and proceeds with the old up-down in-out as he fondles and sucks the dark silver-dollar-size nipples on her big, swaying boobs. Ames was a very happy camper, as was Dixie. In a few minutes, we're slowed down by a conversion van and in a picnic area with families and kids close on either side, so I told them to climb over into my car's big back seat before someone sees them, gets offended, and calls the cops.

Before they do, the van comes to a sudden, complete stop, so I have to stop too, and a six-year-old kid with his family at a picnic table on the right hollers out, "Mommy, Daddy, Look! That lady ain't got no bra on!" pointing directly at my car. 

I floor it around the van and make haste out of there as they hurdle the seat into the back. I smelled the "cum bush" again, even though I'd shut the window. I figured the scent was coming through the A/C vents, dismissing the thought as I checked the rear view mirror for possible problems. 

All I could see, though, was Ames' head and shoulders as he now had Dixie in a doggie-style position in my cavernous back seat, but I could hear her loud and clear repeating, "Fuck my gash; fuck my gash." I'd heard guys call pussy gash, but I'd never before (or since) heard a girl refer to her vagina as a "gash." Kinda funny, I thought.

Ever since we'd gotten to that park, I'd had a bad feeling. No specific reason, just one of those feelings you get, you know. Still searching for the Frisbee golf course, I read every sign. The next one indicated that no alcohol was allowed, and that the park was patrolled 24 hours a day. That prompted me to gather the empty beer cans into a bag and stash them along with the full ones under the seat, conceal her bag of weed in the special hiding place behind the dashboard clock, and toss the roaches out the window. 

Approaching another picnic area, I told them to get down out of sight—into a missionary position or something—and they did right away. And not a moment too soon. At the four-way-stop, a state trooper patrol car turned right behind me! As calmly as possible I informed Ames and Dixie that Smokies were on our tail and to not even think about looking or showing themselves in any way. 

A very worried Dixie said, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," over and over and over. What was she so worried about, I thought to myself? Driving my own beloved Buick, I'm the one who's got the most to lose here. Obviously undeterred, Ames continued to screw her, reminding me to not drive over the speed limit. If we got pulled over, that would be the end of his fuck, and wouldn't that just be the end of the world!

Those cops followed me through the park for the next ten minutes, I driving as though it were my drivers' education final exam. Had the picnickers reported us? Did the cops think I looked suspicious? Suddenly, their lights came on and the siren blared. My heart stopped. They roared past me and disappeared over the hill. Whew! Eventually, my heart starting beating again, but not regularly until sometime the next day. 

"OK, you fuckers, we're in the clear," I announced to the back-seat copulators. 

Somehow, I just knew Ames had gone limp.

"Frisbee Golf Course -- Next Left," read the next sign. I turned and stopped when I saw the restrooms, jumped out, and took a whiz. As I left, Dixie was vigorously sucking Ames' deflated cock back up to size. When I returned, she was just swallowing the first of his several squirts of cum. 

"Very nicely done," I commented, noticing the huge smile on Ames' face. 

"I'd sure be glad to suck and fuck you" she offered once again, staring at the obvious hard-on bulging beneath my shorts. 

"Naaah. Nothing personal Dixie, but I just don't want to make Ames feel shabby by comparison," I joked. 

I took one long final gaze at her naked young body. Damn, she was fine! Why didn't I just go ahead and do her? I couldn't say, but something inside was telling me "Don't."

"Oh, there's my boyfriend!" she shouted with glee, quickly wriggling back into her jeans and tee-shirt. 

"Boyfriend?" Ames and I uttered in dismay at the same time, ducking down in full expectation of gunfire. A skinny dude with long scraggly blonde hair had just pulled up in an old beat-up El Camino and gone into the john. 

Dixie explained, "Yeah, him and me came up here today for me to make us some money suckin' and fuckin'. Oh, yeah, I need to get 50 bucks from y'all." 

So, Dixie was a working girl! No wonder that she was so freaked about the cops following us.

I looked at Ames, who said he was broke. That was typical. I opened my wallet and gave her two twenties and a ten—all the money I had—hoping we'd make it back home on the 1/4 tank left in my gas-guzzling V-8. 

"Thanks, fellas. You SURE you don't want a piece of me?" 

"No, Dixie, my current net worth amounts to two Frisbees and the clothes on my back." 

"That's no prob. Saturdays are two-for-one, and I always have fun suckin' and fuckin'! I LOVE it!!!" 

Maybe Dixie was not a marketing genius, but she genuinely did enjoy her work.

Work is all about attitude, and Dixie certainly had a superb one. She gave us each a nice wet kiss, then we said good-bye and watched her boobs bounce beneath the Molly Hatchett tee-shirt as she ran over to her boyfriend's car and jumped in. Off they drove out of sight. 

Ames and I got back in my car, turned the A/C on high, and cracked a couple more not-so-cold Buds. He said Dixie gave one of the best BJs he'd ever had and fucked like a pro. 

"Maybe that's because she is a pro. Fifty dollars and you're welcome, old buddy," I clarified. 

"Oh, yeah, thanks, man. I owe you one," he said. 

How many times had I heard him say that? 

I spotted an automated ice machine next to the other vending machines and suggested we get some to cool the rest of the beer down, so we scraped some change together and walked up together to get the ice. While we're trying to coax the machine into taking dimes, four dudes roared up on Harleys. The Syndicate, I noted on the back of the veritable giant's denim vest. He could have very easily passed for Big Foot. Probably related. The other three, hairy as grizzly bears and just as tough-looking, were shirtless. I surmised that none of them had ever spent as much as a minute in Sunday school. And they didn't exactly smell good, either. 

They clopped up onto the porch next to us to get soft drinks, bashing a particular spot on the old machine with their fists until it spit out its entire supply of Orange Crush. As they sat there downing them, we overheard them talking: "That chick could sure suck a dick," said Sasquatch. 

"She sure loved my big cock in her pussy," said one of the grizzlies, adding, "We must've pumped a good quart of cum into... what was her name?" 

"Molly Hatchett," said the other bear, and they all broke up laughing.

Realizing what had happened, the smile on Ames' face immediately transformed into an expression of abject worry, and we scrambled back to my car with the ice. 

"I screwed a chick who'd just had the shit fucked out of her by four bikers!!!" he literally screamed. "Shit, what the hell did I pick up out of that cunt?" 

"Well," I replied, "for starters, AIDS, chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, herpes, and genital warts come to mind. Might be a good idea to see a doc, bub."

So what I had smelled earlier was not a "cum bush," but rather the bikers' cum in Dixie's bush. Needless to say, it was a very somber afternoon of Frisbee golf.

It wasn't until after I'd dropped Ames off and pulled up into my drive at dusk that I glanced at the clock on my dash and remembered the herb that I'd stashed behind it. Dixie had obviously forgotten about it, too. It was a good half ounce—about $50 worth in those days—so I recalculated our transaction with Dixie: A suck and fuck for Ames at no charge + half a bag of ganja for fifty bucks for me. Sounded like a square deal. 

Ames went to the doc to get tested for STDs and shit bricks until all the results came back, fortunately negative. In the mean time, he realized he had the crabs—something they don't test for—and the worst case I'd ever heard of, too. It took four applications of pediculicide to get rid of them. He pulled off one with some tweezers and showed me, and I swear that sombitch was big enough to star in a Japanese horror flick!

I guess you could say he was not whistling "Dixie," and I was glad I'd trusted my instincts.



Hitchhiker



If I hadn't been driving 10 miles per hour under the speed limit, I probably would not have stopped.

I was trying to conserve gas, I put my last $7.38 in the tank and I was reasonably sure it was going to take twice that to make it home, considering the van I was driving had a 5 cylinder engine.

It was supposed to be a V-8 but only 5 of them worked.

Even worse it was raining like the proverbial Cats and Dogs, and I wasn't in the mood to have to walk. Hell, I didn't even have a coat with me, it had been nearly 80 degrees, Sun shining when I left my rathole apartment.

Fucking Oregon.

My buddy Dave had borrowed $75.00 from me the week before and promised he would have it back to me on payday.

Which was today.

Asshole wasn't there, and after a solid 4 hours I realized he wasn't going to be there.

At least not when I was there, anyway. I gave up and headed back home, offering up a few choice words with Dave's name in between. Hell, I knew better than to loan him any money in the first place, but Dave had the magic ability to talk an oriental hooker into giving him credit.

Or at least take a bad check. I had it in my mind to beat the ever...living...SHIT... out of him!

Assuming I could even find him.

So I was putting along about 35, irritating the hell out of several of my fellow drivers. Fuck them, fuck them all, I thought.

Then I saw her.

Blonde, short hair, skinny as a rail and soaked to the skin. Thumb stuck out. She had on jeans and a tank top, I could tell from 100 feet away that there was no bra under there.

Probably why I stopped. Yea, I know...

"Thanks, mister!" She said as she hopped into the front passenger seat. I looked her up and down, her eyes never left mine and she showed no sign at all of being bashful. The blue eyes took me in, then a sly grin formed on one corner of her mouth.

"Hook up your seat belt, the cops are really onto that around here." I told her.

"Where are you headed?" I asked, flicking the handle on the turn signal to make them blink. For some reason I never figured out they wouldn't blink by themselves. Then with a shudder I got the van moving and out onto the road.

"I need to get to 78th and Washington, my girl friend said I could stay there for awhile." I glanced her way, noticing she had a bag with overly long straps. She tucked it into her lap.

Obviously one of those street urchins, but what the hell. She did look clean enough, plus there was a hint of something...lavender maybe, and her tits were nice, visible through the damp top.

I was headed to 225th just off Washington so it was right on my way. I probably wasn't going to make it, but I probably was going to make it to 78th, so who knows?

"Kinda low on gas." I said, looking at the fuel gauge which I swear was now bending, then over her way. Then I glanced down, the tiny little silver pistol was pointed right at me.

"Pull over." She said, quietly.

"What the FUCK?" I yelled, startled.

"Do it asshole, I am not kidding!" She poked at me with the thing.

I pulled over.

"Hand over your money!" She demanded.

That struck me as funny as hell, I busted out laughing insanely.

"What the hell is the matter with you? I will shoot you!"

"Lady, I don't have a goddam dime, I don't even have a fucking credit card."

"Bullshit! Take off your pants!"

"What?" I looked at her, she didn't look very friendly.

"Do it!" She ordered, giving me another poke.

"All right, all right." I undid my belt, stripped my pants off. I kept glancing at the pistol, judging my chances of just taking it away from her, then thought better of trying that.

"Hand them here." 

She took my jeans and went through the pockets, coming up with my house key, my empty wallet and a small pocket knife.

"Just fuck! My whole damn life is going like this." She sounded like she was complaining about a bad breakfast or something.

"Get out!" Her voice went mean again. I was thinking if I could just get my hands on her... but she had that damned pistol.

I got out, it was still pouring down rain. She slid over behind the wheel, got the van into gear and floored it. It slowly began to move away, a huge puff of smoke poured out the tailpipe. Then it popped a couple of times and took off.

The fucking BITCH could have at least left me my pants.

I stood there watching my Van vanish down the street, wearing nothing but my briefs and a levi shirt.

The correct word would be mad as hell.

Nothing else to do but start walking, which I did. I invented a few new words while I was at it, visions of my hands wrapped around her scrawny neck.

A few cars went by, I tried to wave my arms to flag them down but they swerved out around me.

Can't say as I blame them, who wants to stop for a nut wearing nothing but a pair of white cottons and a shirt, with it getting dark outside and pouring down rain?

Getting even madder because no one would stop, I just took off walking again. My nuts were shriveled up to the size of grapes, my poor dick was about 2 inches long and I could tell it wanted to climb right back up inside. My teeth were starting to chatter, too.

Fucking bitch could have at least left me my pants, so help me, if I ever get my hands on her, I thought.

Dave's fault, goddam him. When I found him I was going to beat the holy crap out of him! Just thinking about smacking him over and over made me feel better.

It was probably less than two miles further down the road, I had just jumped out of the way of some asshole that went by me at about 80 with his horn blaring. Starting to walk again I looked up ahead and there sat my van!

It was pulled off the side of the road, angled off into some bushes. I carefully sneaked up on it, peeked in.

Nobody.

But there lay my pants on the passenger side floorboards. I opened the door, looked into the back, half expecting to get shot. But I was so cold by then I almost didn't care. I grabbed my pants and tugged them on.

The keys were in the switch, I tried to start the van, all it did was pop a couple of times, then spin over. I turned on the heater fan full blast, the engine was still warm so it actually put out some heat.

My ass felt wet.

But lord did that heat feel good, and now at least I was inside and out of the rain. The heater began to blow cold very quickly, so I climbed in the back where I kept a mattress handy just for situations like this.

Well, and a few rare other situations. Hell, I even had a nice soft fluffy blanket. My undershorts and shirt were wet, I peeled off the shirt and wrung it out, then put it back on. I pulled the fuzzy blanket up around me, my teeth chattering. It didn't take long and I started to warm up, then I dozed off.

I woke up a bit later, there was a rattling sound outside.

Now what the fuck, it hit me that maybe some stupid son of a bitch was trying to steal gas? 

Well, good fucking luck with that!

I lay there quietly, thinking I would just let them try. Hell, there was nothing to get. Then the door opened and the blonde slid into the seat. The stupid bitch didn't even look back!

She was spinning the engine over, pumping the gas pedal furiously. I caught a slight whiff of the smell of gasoline. The silly broad had managed to find some gas somewhere, probably stole it out of someone's garage.

The engine caught with a sputter, just as I reached over the rear of the seat and grabbed her in a head lock from behind. Her arm reached out for her goddamed purse but I slapped that away and it fell off the seat onto the floor.

Then all hell broke loose. She belted me somehow in the face, I was hanging on for dear life. How she could swing over her fucking shoulder and hit me hard enough to make my head swim is beyond me.

But then women can reach over their shoulders to take a blouse off over their heads, something I happen to know about, having seen that.

I managed to improve my hold and got my shoulder hunched up enough so she couldn't hit me. Her neck was in the crook of my arm so I squeezed, pretty soon she began to gurgle and then she went limp.

Well, fuck! Now I was really in deep shit, I figured I had just killed her. Sure as hell I would end up in jail, and since I was barely 24 and had blonde hair myself I had a pretty good idea of what that would mean.

I sat back gasping, the broad leaned over, flopped out across the engine cover. Her foot went down on the throttle so the engine was making some sounds I have never heard it make before. I reached out and jerked her leg back off the gas.

It settled down to a jerky idle, then stalled.

Scared, I sat there trying to figure out what to do with her body. Maybe just dump her in the brush and get the fuck out of there? But there was probably my DNA all over her, I could see some drops of blood on her tank top that I was pretty sure was mine.

Best clean that up, I thought, reaching for the bottom of her tank top to get rid of it. Just then she moaned, which made me jump.

It popped into my head to reach out and squeeze her neck some more, but then I decided I was better off with her breathing. I got ahold of her and dragged her into the back of the van. I got a pretty good feel of her tits while I was at it, they were pretty nice. Then I grabbed her carry bag, the pistol was right on top so I took it and threw her bag back on the floor.

A car went by, then another, each one's headlights lighting up the inside of the van for a moment. The woman was kind of cute, what I could see of her. Her nice tits were showing pretty clearly through the thin tank top she was wearing, since it was still wet.

What the hell. I saw another car coming so I reached out and lifted the bottom of her tank top as it went by. Damn nice set of jugs on her, no doubt about that. Her nipples were soft and round, they were puffy like marshmallows.

I should have felt guilty about doing that but the little cunt had poked a fucking GUN at me and pantsed me and left me in the fucking street!

She owed me one. So I checked out her nice titties, they felt good, too. I started to jiggle them up and down, tweaked each nipple a bit. I felt myself start to get a woody but I wasn't about to go that far.

I was just thinking about undoing her pants and checking out her beaver, after all, fair is fair. I was actually in a little bit of a struggle with myself over that when she let out a moan again. I reached out and quickly pulled her top back down just as she opened her eyes.

"Don't move, I have the gun and I will shoot you!" I told her.

That was if I could figure out how to work it.

She looked down at it, back up at me. I could see she seemed to be unhappy.

"Not with that one you won't, it ain't loaded!" Then she came off the floor at me. The tiny pistol went sailing, I had pure mayhem coming at me. She sure could fight, seeing as how she wasn't very big.

Fuck! Here we go again, she was banging away at me with both hands, she even managed to get me on my back. I tasted blood, this was getting to be old. I used all my strength, got her pinned and over on her back.

"OK, ok! You got me asshole. I suppose you are going to rape me now, huh?"

"I am just trying to keep you from hitting me, I wouldn't fuck you with your own dick!" I yelled at her, my full weight on top of her.

"Yea? Then why were you peeking at my tits, you prick? Pervert! Cocksucker!"

"Hell, you pantsed me and made me walk in the fucking rain!" I protested.

"Wasn't much to be worried about, not with that tiny thing of yours, dickhead. Now get off of me!" She struggled again, furiously.

I wanted to belt her one, but my daddy always taught me to never hit a lady. She kept on struggling, this was getting real goddamed old. Then she sank her teeth into my hand.

So I belted her one, she went down flat and out, not even a peep. I licked the cut on my hand, the fucking bitch bit me!

Mad, I reached up front and got her purse, searched it. Nothing, not a damned thing to tell me who she was. There was a book of matches, some cigarettes, I pulled one out and lit up. I don't know why, I almost never smoke. It was getting down a little bit short when I realized she was awake again.

Pointing that goddam pistol at me! I started laughing at her.

"You stupid bitch, what are you going to do with that thing, it ain't loaded."

BANG!!

"DAMN! FUCK FUCK FUCK! Holy SHIT, what the....!"

The round went past my knee and right out through the door. I almost pissed my pants at that one, it sounded loud as hell inside the van.

"Off with the pants, asshole." She ordered.

"You said that wasn't loaded."

"I lied."

"I might have shot you!"

"Not with the safety on. Now get them off!" She was grinning at me now.

Just fuck! Here we go again. I took them off.

"Take off those, too."

"What?"

"Your panties, take them OFF!" She waved the gun at me, giggling at my discomfort now. I noticed with some satisfaction that she kept rubbing a quickly growing knot on her forehead.

"They aren't panties, they are briefs!" I snarled. I was REALLY pissed off at her now.

"Whatever, get'em off!"

I sighed, slid them down and off. She giggled again. A car went by, I saw she had a bloody nose.

"What's so funny?"

"Whatever do you DO with that little thing?"

"There ain't nothing wrong with my dick!" I growled.

"Hell, it looks like one of those itty bitty smoked sausages."

"Bullshit!" Hell, I have a nice 7" pecker, it's just fine.

"Does it get bigger?" She asked, as a car went by on the highway, I tried to cover up with my hands.

"Yea, it gets bigger." I told her.

"Show me."

"What?"

"Jack off, I want to see it get bigger."

"You are crazy. I am not going to whack off in front of you!"

"Yea, I am crazy. But you were peeking at my tits, pervert, I am going to teach you a lesson."

"You fucking ROBBED me!" I protested.

"Well, yea, I guess I did..sorta. You didn't have anything, though."

"You took my van."

"You got it back. Now DO it!"

I sighed, wrapped my hand around my pecker.

"Well, get to yanking."

I got to yanking, but it wasn't growing very much. Let's face it, it isn't easy to get turned on with a crazy bitch pointing a fucking GUN at you.

She scooted over closer to me, reached out with one hand and started pumping me. I blinked at that, but it felt kinda good. It wasn't very long before I was up pretty nicely.

"OK, let's make a deal here."

"What kind of deal?"

"I let you fuck me, you don't turn me in to the cops."

"I don't want to fuck you." At that point I was probably lying.

"Yes, you do. That's why you were sneaking a peek at me."

"You are nuts."

"I have nice titties!" She pulled her tank top up, showing them to me. My dick got even harder.

"I don't think I can, with you pointing that fucking gun at me."

"Oh. Well, that's no big deal, I only had one bullet." She tossed the gun towards her bag, rolled over and sucked my dick into her mouth.

This was crazy, a few minutes before she was trying to kill me, now she was sucking my cock.

"I don't have any...."

"In my bag, just a sec." She reached into a side compartment I had missed, pulled out a rubber.

"I hope this ain't too big for you." She giggled, then bit the edge of the wrapper, peeled the rubber out and began to roll it onto me.

It wasn't too fucking big, either.

Then she got up on her knees, unbuttoning the front of her jeans and slid them down, rolling over onto her butt to kick them off. It was dark as hell in the van unless a car went by, but it was obvious she was as bald as a billiard cue down there. I reached out with one hand and stuck a finger in, she just grinned and opened her legs.

Hell, she was sloppy wet, I guess the damn near full blown war we just had turned her on. She got back on her knees, reached out and shoved my shoulders back, then hiked up her leg and straddled me.

Getting herself lined up, she dropped down and impaled herself. I went to work, I was trying to stick my cock all the way in and out the other side. Itty bitty, huh? I thought. Well, I would show her!

She was grunting and sweating and slamming herself back at me, after a solid 10 minutes of that her face screwed up and she let go.

I held back as long as I could but it became impossible quickly. Afterwards, she actually cuddled up next to me, I was a little bit surprised at that.

Then she got out her smokes, handed me one. We lay there naked and in silence, just smoking.

"Hey, you are pretty good, let's not fight any more, OK?"

"OK." I told her. After maybe 20 minutes, she found her clothes and put them back on, I got mine and did the same.

"So can I stay with you for tonight?" She asked.

"Yea, I guess so, if we can get there."

"We can, I found a can of gas."

"Gas? Where?"

"Some asshole's garage, it was just a gallon but that should do it."

"You mean you stole someone's gas? Right out of their garage?"

"Yea. What was I supposed to do, knock and ask nicely? Besides, the door was wide open."

I managed to get the engine started, pulled back out on the road. 

"Hey, can you pull over at the gas station up ahead?"

"Why, we don't have any....?"

"I need to take a piss."

"Oh, OK." I pulled onto the lot.

"Right over there." She pointed to the side. I pulled over and parked.

"Don't shut it off, I will just be a minute." She got out, I reached for the pack of smokes, found them and lit one up. This was one crazy goddamed day, hell, I was robbed, got the shit kicked out of me, then laid. Yea, one crazy fucking...."

"Hit the GAS, let's get out of here!" She jumped into the passenger seat, slammed the door.

I just looked at her.

"GO!...GO!" She yelled.

"What the fuck?" I said, hitting the gas. Did she start another fight with someone? I got the van up to about 50 miles per hour which was the point where she began to shake pretty badly. Looking over at her, she was counting money.

"What the hell did you DO?" I demanded.

"Hey, we were broke, I got us some cash. Look! $184 bucks!" She held it up like it was some kind of trophy or something.

Oh, man!

"Hey, I don't want any part of....."

"Shut up, it's too late. You are the getaway driver. When we get to your place we can hide the van in your garage while things cool off."

"Garage? I don't have any...."

"Well, in the brush, under a fucking tree, something. Damn, you are a pain in the ass."

"I am a pain in the ass? You stupid...."

"Shut up and drive." She pointed the goddam pistol at me again. Damn, she was dumb! She just told me the thing was out of...

OHOH!

I made up my mind that at the first opportunity, I was going to break my Daddy's rule again.

Parking the van a block away from my place, we walked back and went inside. She tossed the wad of cash on my kitchen table. I saw the message machine blinking, touched the button.

"Hey, bro. Sorry but I had to pull a double." Dave's voice said. "I will drop by tomorrow with your money, I got my paycheck. Well, thanks, see you tomorrow."

I sat down on my couch, put my head in my hands.

"What's the matter?" She asked me.

"I am going to end up in fucking JAIL, that's what is the matter!"

"Naw. The cops can't find their asses with both hands and a flashlight." She said.

"Hey, got a shower?"

"Yea." She did that both hands over her shoulders thing, tugged her tank top over her head. Then she stripped off her jeans, stood there and looked at me for a moment.

That was the first time I had seen her in the light, she stood there almost posing for a moment, stark naked. Then she turned and headed for the bathroom. I noticed she took her carry bag with her.

I waited until I heard the shower running, then I tiptoed quietly over and tried the door. It was locked.

Of course.

I went and sat back down, she came out a few minutes later, using one of my towels to dry her hair.




Hitchhiker



Still stark naked, the carry bag slung over her shoulder.

That looked really odd. But seeing her like that in the bright light made my loins tingle. I felt myself start to erect. She knew instantly, grinned.

"Your turn." She said, flopping down across from me, her legs open carelessly.

"My turn for what?"

"Come here and lick me!" She opened her legs wide.

"No, I don't want to!"

"Yes, you do. Besides, I sucked your dick, the least you can do is return the favor."

"Hey, this is crazy..."

"Yea, but it's FUN! Now come over here, maybe I will blow you again."

What the hell.

I was well into the process of licking her with no mercy when I heard a thump.

Then someone yelled.

"Police!" ...CRASH!!...The door exploded inwards. "Open up!" "Get on the floor!" "Don't move!" "Show me your hands, mother fucker!" A half dozen cops were all yelling at once, pointing GUNS at us.

I stopped licking. Just in time I guess, at least as far as the broad was concerned, something hit me in the ass and then it felt like I was on fire, all I could to was lay there and shake, some kind of buzzing noise was going on just before I passed out.

Then there was a whirl of people everywhere, I was handcuffed and that is how I ended up in a little room with a rather big guy glaring at me, his buddy smiling and patting me on the shoulder.

I told them my side of the story, got cuffed up side the head a few times by the burly guy who accused me of lying. The other guy would then pat me on the shoulder and tell the burly guy to not be so mean to me.

He had a nice soft voice. He even brought me a cup of coffee.

They told me they knew from the marks on me that "Katherine had fought like a demon to protect her virtue."

"Katherine? Hell, I don't even know her...."

OOPS!

"All this shit for a lousy fifty bucks." The burly cop said.

"Fifty bucks? Bullshit, we got $184.00!" I protested.

OOPS!

He grinned at me.

After I had copped to planning 911, a few bank holdups in cities I had never been to, a half dozen rapes and arsons, plus the Patty Hearst kidnapping and stealing some candy from some little kids they led me out to put me in a cell.

I guess I copped to kidnapping the blonde, and forcing her to hold up the gas station, too. I am not sure about all of that, my teeth were starting to feel a little bit loose.

I looked over at a nearby desk and saw the blonde sitting there, a fat cop across from her staring at her tits. She was sipping a cup of coffee. He didn't look over at me, so he didn't see her tiny smile and wink. Hell, I could tell even from the distance that she had apparently been crying.

"Hey, you BITCH!" I yelled, my hands on the bars.

The fat cop looked over my way and told me to shut the fuck up, then he held out his hand and the blonde got up.

The last I saw of her she was headed out the door, the fat cop's hand was resting low on her ass, she had one hand tucked into the crook of his arm, her tit pressed up against him.

The lawyer they assigned to me was nice. He told me they had me cold on the armed robbery and kidnapping, but he was pretty sure he could get me off on the emissions violation on my van's tailpipe. They were probably going to drop the sex abuse charges, too.

Such good news.

My roommate is nice. He spots me when I work out on the bench press, we share everything and nobody ever messes with me.

When I get out of here, I think I will go see my friend Dave.

He owes me seventy-five bucks.



Hitchhiker!



I was out driving one hot summers day on a lonely stretch of country road and just happened upon a hitchhiker, I thought she looked cute so I stopped to pick her up.

She was in fact drop dead gorgeous, and wearing a skirt that was too short for words! 

I could feel my self-hardening thru my pants almost immediately as I looked out the window at her, and hoped that I could keep it under control as not to scare her away from me when she got in. 

Unfortunately I'm kind of shy about sex so I would never have actually said or done anything anyway but it's always fun to fantasize in situations such as this.

I could think of lots of things to do with her, but in the end I would just give her a ride, and then watch her hot little ass saunter off into the distance...

***

"It's not a great Idea to pick up hitchhikers." She said with a wink as she got in, that pretty much snapped me out of my daydream. 

"You never know what they'll make you do." 

This was kind of a weird moment but I figured she was harmless. 

"So where you headed?" I asked. 

"Just up the road to a place I know, I figure I'll make you eat me out for a while, I really need to cum in someone's mouth."

Well I'm not a prude by any means, but this was a little too direct for me, I figured she was kidding so I played along with her.

"Ok," I said, "Ummm, and how do you expect to get me to do that?" 

"By the look of that bulge in your pants it looks like your all for it buddy, so you'll do that and plenty more, once I get you in the door I'll tie you up so you wont get away from me, then I'll do what ever I want to you."

I was getting a little concerned, but I had never heard of a guy falling victim to a sexual predator like this, I could believe something like this happening to a woman but not a man. I shifted in my seat to cover my growing hard-on, and started to blush. 

So I said, "Hey I just met you, what makes you think I want to give you head?"

"Shhhh, don't fight it, I don't really care what you want, I just want to get off, and your face looks like a good place to start, mmmmmh I love having my pussy licked, especially when I'm in control." She was smiling now.

"I, don't think this is really a great idea, I'm flattered but I don't know you, maybe we could go out for lunch sometime?"

"Oh, you'll be going out for lunch alright, and a few drinks too, of course your lunch is going to be my pussy, and the drinks will be my cum, and maybe some shots to calm you down a little since you don't seem to be accepting your fate here."

Now I was getting alarmed with this. Who was this woman, was she putting me on? Their was no way I was going anywhere with her, especially behind closed doors. 

"Listen maybe I should drop you off here, perhaps the next car going by will be more into this. I'm just going to stop. Besides I'm going to work so I really don't have time for this."

I was lying since I really wasn't going anywhere in particular, and the scary part now was that no one would miss me for hours!

"Listen BITCH, the only thing you are going to be late for is licking me, I've been more than nice here, I've caught you fair and square. Now I'll do whatever I want with you, maybe if you're a good little bitch and start doing whatever I want you'll get out of this in one piece!"

So now this was getting really weird and I didn't know what to do, so I figured she was nuts or something since I've never met anyone who acted like this, so I had better at least drop her at her place, and then drive the hell away from her as fast as I could, I figured she probably had a knife or something since she seemed so confident.

"Ok I'll take you to your place and drop you off there, but there is no way you are going to persuade me to come in, I don't like to be told what to do since I am the man here and the man is the one who is supposed to be aggressive in situations like this!"

"Wow, don't you know about women's rights? Well I'm the aggressor here baby and if you don't do what I say I'm going to have to punish you so that you learn that I'm the one in charge!"

"This is just weird lady, I am not going to let you force me into sex with you, or anything else for that matter, and I don't see how you expect to make me!"

"Ohh you're a bad one aren't you, I will have to punish you I guess I'll have to prove my superiority, then maybe you will co-operate." With this she reached into her purse and pulled out a gun.

Now I was really scared, and my mind was racing.

"Don't be cute bitch, you made me do it to you this way, if you had given up like a good little bitch I could have been nicer to you, now I have to show you who's boss."

"If it's money you want I'll give you my wallet, Take the car whatever, what do you want?"

"Stop being a baby, I told you what I want, and I always get it, now take this left, the house is right here, ok stop the car, now turn it off and give me the keys."

She was smiling again and seemed quite cool as I handed her my car keys.

The house she made me stop at was a large ram shackled place, set far back from the road and in fact it looked abandoned!

"Good boy, now if you keep following directions everything will be fine, cross me and you wont like me very much. Now I'm going to put this gun in my jacket pocket, but it's still pointed at you so don't get cute. Now get out of the car slowly, and close the door."

I did what she said, and as soon as I closed my door she was behind me, she was quick!

"Now lets walk to the door, straight ahead, that's right baby, see you can take directions, now open the door."

As I opened the door she pushed me into the house, pulling the gun from her coat as she closed and locked the door behind us.

It was getting dark outside now, and only a few strategically placed candles dimly lit the interior of the house. 

"Very nice bitch, now strip, I want to see my new toy."

I would have protested, but I was pretty much fucked so I did, as she demanded.

I was embarrassed because I still had a hard on and I didn't know how she would react to this fact, but I had no choice.

After I had striped off all my clothes she circled me several times with the gun pointing at me, and said.

"Nice, I caught a tasty little bitch this time, I'm going to enjoy having you, now get on your knees!"

I complied, and she pulled a piece of rope from a near by table, and tied my feet, then before I could do anything she handcuffed my arms behind my back. 

She then walked in front of me, picked up a glass with some clear liquid in it from the table, grabbed me by the chin and told me to "Open up" I resisted slightly, kind of late but I didn't know what was in the glass! She placed the gun to the side of my head and said "Do what I say bitch. I wont tell you again you are my property now, and I'll do what I want with it. NOW DRINK THIS!"

I opened my mouth in surrender; I was broken with no hope of escape. 

It was a strong drink, she laughed, and pored another, "Open up" This time I did without pause. "Good bitch" she said as she put the glass down. 

She then sat in an old recliner directly in front of me and said. "Now it's time for you to pleasure me, crawl over here." She was still pointing the gun at me and when I got close she put it to my head again and made me drink yet another shot. She was wearing a short skirt, and I soon found out she wore no underwear beneath, She dug her nails into the back of my head and guided my face to her cunt as she pushed forward in the chair. "Now eat me! And don't stop until I say to!" 

So this is how it was for what seemed like hours, eating pussy at gunpoint, with an occasional break to take a shot of some kind of alcohol. 

She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to cum in my face, since when she had an orgasm she squirted! I found out later that this was called female ejaculation, but at the time I didn't know what was happening as my mouth filled with her sweet juice.

Eventually she decided to make me do other things. 

I was well under the influence of her drinks now, so I was much more compliant than I had been at first. 

Suddenly she told me to get up, but I was having a hard time since I was still bound, she removed the rope, but left the handcuffs on, she pushed me to my feet, and then pulled me by my dick to another room. 

It was darker, and cooler than the one we had been in; and I could just make out the shape of a bed as she pushed me onto it. Quickly she removed the handcuffs and then bound me to the bed, feet and arms tied with restraints to the bed frame.

"You are such a good little pussy licker, I think I will find out if I like riding your dick for a while, and don't even think about cumming, if you do their will be hell to pay!"

With that said she simply jumped on me and rode me like a horse. She fucked me for what again seemed like hours, but would not let me cum, every time I was close she would stop, and make me drink. 

Finally she got off me, I could hardly move at this point, but she untied me and pulled me to my feet once again. 

I could barely stand but I was trying, She then turned me around and pushed me face down on the bed and re tied me in that position. "Now for your punishment bitch, thinking that men are the aggressor's, I'll show you aggression while I fuck you up the ass, maybe that'll show you who the real man is around here, hahahaha!" 

At this She pulled a large strap on cock out of her bag, squirted it, and my ass with lube, and then buried it in me to the hilt! I bucked and screamed with pain, but she just started hammering it in and out of me with no mercy and I could tell that she was really getting into it as she had a screaming orgasm while doing it. 

I was truly her bitch now! 

After she became tired of this activity she again untied me and flipped me over. 

She no longer needed the gun, hadn't for a while since I was totally under her control by now, but she still kept it pointed at me. "Have you learned your lesson bitch?" she said with a grin. "Do you want to cum now?" 

I totally caved and practically begged for it. "Good, jerk yourself off for me, I want to watch you do it." 

I started slowly, and gradually worked my way up to a rhythm, just before I came she pushed my hand aside and took my dick in her mouth, I couldn't take anymore and I filled it with my cum. 

Then she slid up me, again placing the gun to my head and mumbled "Open." I did and she spurted my cum into my own mouth, and made me swallow it. 

"Mhhh, what a good little bitch." She said as she leapt off of the bed.

"Whatever will I do with you now? Oh well." She again pointed the gun at me and started to pull the trigger!

"NO!" I screamed and closed my eyes, but it was too late, I heard an audible click, but no shot! 

I opened my eyes and looked over to see her lighting up a joint with the end of the gun, which was in fact only a fucking lighter!

I awoke the next morning alone and untied, vaguely remembering smoking with her and a brief conversation we had afterwards. 

As I looked around the room I felt sure that I was defiantly in an abandoned house since it was pretty clear by the dust and smashed up furniture that no one had lived there for a while.

I dressed, found my keys on the table with an empty bottle of Parrot Bay Coconut Rum, and went out to my car, which was luckily still there.

On the windshield I found a note that read:

"Thanks for the ride! 

Love, Rachel."



Hitchhiker Ch. 01: The Gift



*Part 1 -- Now 

She was unlike what I remembered. But then, it had been three years and I told myself I too was unlike what I remembered. 

Back then we were children; little girls gliding playfully through the fun of freshmen year. Innocents. We took on the world, imbibing its dangers, scoffing at its risks. 

With her inexplicable disappearance, all of it stopped. The questions lingered, of course. Those never went away. Now, with her unexpected return, it was nearly time to ask them.

I couldn't explain it; my need to watch, to catch a glimpse of her before she saw me. But it's how I felt.

I waited at the bedroom window, where I could see the driveway below. There I watched as the little green Honda rolled to a stop. I should have run to her, crying out with joy, but I couldn't. Instead, I held back, and peeking through a gap in the sheers, I looked on as she stepped from the car. 

It was the beginning of the end of a riddle that had gnawed at me for years. So I wanted -- no, I needed - a moment to see her, to get a feel for how she moved, to know in advance whether her demeanor might still exhibit some of the wide-eyed buoyancy I remembered from before, before that cold April day when she had departed so cheerfully. 

That was three years ago and was the start of three years of returned mail, of calls defaulting to voice, of alarming images that wakened me in the night. Was it really ending? Was I finished wondering? 

Where had she been? What happened to her? 

I would have my answers soon because a week ago, a vibrating text intruded into my phone: "Jan. Please don't turn me away - Jayden." 

There was nothing else. No explanations. No excuses. Just that. 

I responded immediately: "Come to me. J."

Part 2 

Impatience got the better of me and drawing the curtain fully aside, I stepped close to the glass, bringing my form into view. 

Exhibiting the instincts of old, Jayden looked up, her eyes riveting to the window. For a brief moment we both wavered before simultaneously raising a hand, each cautiously moving her fingers in miniature waves. I wondered which of us felt more insecure.

I smiled down. She smiled up, a little.

"She's truly beautiful. More so than I imagined." He was a big man and stood slightly behind me, sipping coffee from his favorite mug. His words were surprisingly soft and I looked back at him over my shoulder. "It's funny," he continued, "you picture someone a certain way, but until you see her, you really can't imagine what she looks like." 

"She's changed," I whispered, then hurriedly added, "I mean, I have too but..." 

"How has she changed Jan?" He asked, curious. 

It wasn't her look. It was something in the way she moved; carefully, deliberately even. The Jayden of memory was rash and foolhardy, a girl who took little heed of her surroundings. But this one felt her way; as if unsure her feet were touching the ground. Even her smile, effervescent in the past, was tentative now. 

I thought back for a moment, to how she had glanced up at me, how she scarcely acknowledged my presence at the window; and how quickly she looked away, as if fearing I'd see too much from my high perch. 

She was slender as before, but her body had matured. Always more womanly than I, her full breasts still evoked in me a trace of envy. 

Her expression was somber, uneasy. Gone were the long strawberry blonde locks, shorn away since college days, replaced by a short honey-blond bob. 

"Maybe it's the hair," I persuaded myself to say. "A new cut changes everything." Marty didn't acknowledge the comment. He didn't believe it either. "Guess she's grown up, hon," I said. 

Drawing my hair aside, he planted a delicate kiss on the back of my neck. "Innocence leaves us a piece at a time," he whispered affectionately. "She's come here to tell you where hers went." 

The doorbell rang and echoed as I pulled away from him. "Later, sweetheart. I promise."

Part 3 - Then

We met in the chaos of Fordham's opening day. Fortunately, some innocuous obscurity, anchored in some equally obscure administrative office, intervened and matched us as roomies. The bond was instant, the friendship total. 

Guardedness, instilled by our parents since childhood, never happened. Instead, and as only two dizzy freshmen could, we blindly trusted and relied on each other to get by. 

In those first months we drank too much, studied too little, shoplifted evening gowns from Isabella's, heedlessly picked out sex partners and declared merciless war on the campus bookstore. 

I smiled, thinking back on it, certain that to this day the university must still be investigating our unrelenting mischief. 

And Jayden taught me sex. Real sex, that is. 

I was intrigued by what she knew, by how far she'd gone in high school. We shared it all, the gory details of past partners, re-living prurient moments during intimate talks lasting deep into New York's black winter nights. 

An only child, she was a classic free spirit who, after her parents' divorce, was left without the strict supervision I had to find ways around. But college and its freedom unleashed the Furies.

Long ago, I had told Marty about the blowjob; about the day I skipped class and stopped back at the room unexpectedly, only to walk in on her and that Le Moyne lacrosse player. 

Still tucked into her jeans, Jayden's white blouse hung loosely about her waist. Her bra strap clung to her elbow as if, in the passion of the moment, there hadn't been time to get it off completely. 

She was on her knees and he, muscular and athletically statuesque, stood straight and tall, his cock filling her mouth.

His testicles rested comfortably on her chin. With his face contorted, he was in the midst of ejaculating just as I opened the door. 

I stopped dead. "OH SHIT!" I screeched. It was all I could think to do!

Jayden was facing away from me slightly. She craned her neck to see. Half-smiling and disregarding the sudden intrusion, she held him tightly in her mouth till he finished. 

Upon seeing me, the startled boy tried to yank himself free, but he was awkward and as he did, his semen spilled down over her chin, onto her naked boobs. Marty joked upon hearing the story. "So did you at least say excuse me?" 

"I turned beet red is what I did! Then I slowly backed out of the room as if doing it quietly meant we could all pretend none of what happened, happened!" Marty doubled over in laughter but typically male, he craved hearing more.

Ryan struggled to pull up his jeans, which presented its own problems, since his hard-on outlived his orgasm. In a fruitless attempt at privacy he spun around and with his back to me, he struggled to pull up the zipper over a sticky erection. 

The whole thing was a mess and all I could think to say was, "Sorry guys. I, um...skipped class and well...I'll just...go...to class...now...I guess." I felt like an idiot.

Tilting her head to one side and wiping the yucky semen from her chin with a towel, Jayden used her intimidating finger to direct me. "January McNamara! Come here this instant!" Halting an instinctive retreat, I froze. 

Never missing a beat, she freed herself from the bra, tossed it onto the floor and pulled the blouse to her shoulders, all the while hurriedly introducing us. "January this is Ryan Fremont; Ryan, January, my roommate. Isn't she sweet?"

"Sweet," he agreed awkwardly. He looked at me over his shoulder. His smile was labored.

"Hi Ryan," I stumbled. 

Still wrestling with his jeans, which refused safe harbor to that especially stubborn hard-on, he hazarded a modest "Hi."

"I have to go. I'll see you later Jayden. Nice...um...meeting you Ryan..." 

That afternoon, we strolled to dinner together. "Sorry about before...back at the room," I tendered sheepishly. 

"Jan, please! Don't you dare apologize! It was what it was, okay? It's not like we did it or something! I mean really. A blow job? Everybody does them now. And I've tried to get alone with him for months - since October. Remember we watched his team play against Syracuse? He has great buns." 

"Yes, I remember. But...it's just...I've never seen anybody do...that before."

"Well then," she said dreamily. "Veeerrrry hot timing, Jan! And do you even believe him? Talk about coming in quarts! I thought, my God! Will he ever stop? And Jan, he is sooooo cute! He about died when you walked in!" We giggled jubilantly. 

"Besides, we weren't doing it," she abruptly added. "Blow jobs aren't sex." She threw in a wink for good measure and I had the feeling that for Jayden, my unexpected appearance had added something special to the moment. I hoped so.

"Anyway, it was...a surprise, you know, walking in right as he...came," I acknowledged. "Um...I'd have joined in, you know, to do Ryan with you, Jayden. I really would have! But he was finished by the time my brain engaged enough to think of...helping." She threw me her best lazy eye as if to say, 'I wish you had.' 

That's where we left it. I regretted the missed opportunity which was due to my insecurities and bad timing. 

The incident was symptomatic of Jayden's sexual comfort level, however. She was the kind of girl who, if she wanted a fuck buddy, she took him, caring little for time or place.

And she was choosy. No one made Jayden do anything. She was independent and strong-willed. I admired her.

Anyway, the image of her on her knees instantly burned itself into my memory. Her glowing and silken skin, the long hair spilling down her back, the hint of a full breast peeking from under her arm as she stroked the erection filling her mouth, had left me in an unanticipated state of arousal. 

With one word from her, I WOULD have dropped to the floor, not so much to help with the blow job, but just to be close to her, to be with her when he came. I wanted to share everything with Jayden, including the alien ejaculate of a Syracuse Orangeman.  

Until then, I'd had fleeting thoughts about sex with other women, but the scene into which I'd bumbled, ignited a fire in me. Afterward, it was all I could do to suppress the urge to admit my feelings for her, an impulse that never went away. But I kept silent, thinking; when the time is right...maybe I'll show her. 

I never knew whether Jayden felt anything for me because we didn't speak of it during what was to mysteriously become the fading time still left to us. So that deepest desire, to have her, I kept to myself.

Part 4 - Then 

Jayden returned from the Christmas holiday all bubbles and perks. She'd met and fallen for Danny, a handsome and retiring pre-med student at Widener. With his appearance, everything changed. He was all she wanted and she regularly hurried from campus to spend weekends with him. 

"I'm hitchhiking to see my sweetheart, Jan," she flippantly cued one April day. Strangely, something didn't feel right. But the thought of her being alone on the roads had always troubled me. 

Without thinking, I spoke up. "Don't!" I gushed. The word's abruptness startled even me. She went by herself and I was afraid for her. But that was me and I tended to be more restrained about the world around me. 

She paused to look at me. "Stop worrying, January," she snapped, shaking her head. "There's no danger. Besides, it's easier to get rides if I go alone." I thought to myself, she's rationalizing, like she does every weekend. I quieted, but not before giving her my darkest look.

"January?" She asked, pausing innocently. "What's the matter?"

"I don't like it," I answered, pulling a woolen blanket tight against the chill. It's too far and...and besides, I worry every minute you're gone!" Caringly, she paused from packing her bag and caressed my face affectionately.

"I love you, hon," she said, before abruptly adding, "but you're a worry wart! I know what I'm doing." It was a 'back off' moment and I backed off. But the vexation didn't go away.

"Just be careful," I cautioned. "OK?"

"OK." I knew she wouldn't be.

Part 5 - Later

She was gone when I awakened the next morning. Two days later, on Sunday, the usual time of her return, she didn't show. I tried her phone but the call went to voicemail. I hated the reception in Pennsylvania. Anyway, she didn't call back. 

That night, I slept uneasily and when I awoke Monday morning, I immediately shot a look to her bed. It was nearly time for class. It hadn't been slept in.

I called her cell again. Voicemail again. Frantically, I tried Danny and got his voicemail. I asked the other girls. No one had heard from her. We tried everything to reach her. Even her mom didn't answer our calls, but weeks later, she arrived at our dorm carrying empty boxes. All the girls helped pack Jayden's things. Her mom was on the verge of tears through a tense hour. "Jayden isn't coming back," she told us.

A deafening silence fell over our little world. Time went by. We graduated. I married. An eternity later, her text appeared. The time of shadows had ended.

Part 6 - Now

She helped me with dinner. Later, we walked together, arm in arm. It was a quiet time. Jayden said little and when she did speak, her voice labored in an effort to conjure the warmth of the past we shared. She was upset.

Through a long silence and in the final few steps before returning to the house, I broke the iciness. "Talk to me Jayden. What happened out there? What happened in Harrisburg?"

She stopped and defensively crossing her arms over her breasts, she looked away. "Soon, Jan." Her response, though calm, was measured. "I'm tired now. I have to rest." I didn't push her but rather placed a protective arm around her narrow shoulders and reached for the door. 

Part 7 -- Later

Candlelight filled our little bedroom. Marty liked me in candlelight; said I looked sexy.

Gauzy silk drapery separated our bed from the "guest room." In the tiny house, it was really just a section of the same room, something we improvised when visitors stayed the night. 

Marty was a Doors fan; such a throwback in an age of Rap. He liked to drift off to sleep as the sound of Riders on the Storm played quietly into the night. I rolled over and kissed him. "Tell me it's all right," I murmured into his lips. Flashing surprise, he searched my face in the flickering light. For a long moment, he said nothing, but then whispered a wary caution. "Jan, you...suuuure `bout this?"

"I've never been surer of anything. She needs us tonight, honey," I said. "And you know I love her. She's so alone with whatever this is and I'm worried to death about her. She's hiding some horror Marty. And if I can't get her to reveal it, she's going to fall to pieces." 

Marty wasn't the kind of man who made momentous decisions in haste and inviting another woman into our bed fell into the momentous decision category. I ran my hand over his bare stomach and grasped his balls. His eyes slid shut and I raked my nails over his erect penis and smiled. 

"Guess he's already made his decision," I said, stroking him gently.

"Guess he has." He responded more innocently than he was. 

"Kinda thought he'd like the idea," I soothed. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, but any hesitation played second chair to a broad grin. I turned my face to the shadowy curtain, behind which, Jayden was resting her head on the pillow. I whispered softly, "Jayden. Jayden, come to us."

Moments passed before the bed creaked slightly, a nervous movement I remembered from rooming with her in Queens Court. I recalled how, when she was reflecting on something important, she shifted her weight in the exact same way. I felt her tenseness, just as I did back then. "I so want to Jan, I do, but..."

Her words carried a trace of acceptance and I pressed a bit. "Yes, Jayden. You can; we want you in bed with us." 

Another moment passed as she thought more and the bed creaked again as her feet touched the floor. Soft, almost imperceptibly light footsteps followed, until a tiny hand slowly moved the curtain aside. She took another step but hesitated at the edge of our bed, saying only, "This is nuts."

I repositioned myself, my bottom backing against Marty's erection and making room for her under the blanket. Raising himself onto his elbow, he extended his hand in welcome. Searching the floor for someplace to shelter her eyes, she faltered once more and said softly, "I don't...it's been so long." 

"It's all right now. You're safe with us, Jayden," I reminded lightly. 

Closing her eyes, she nodded doubtful agreement, then suddenly lifted the satin gown over her head. She burst into tears as our eyes riveted on dozens of scars. They were burns and covered her ample breasts. Near tears, I gasped and pressed my fingers hard against the bridge of my nose, instantly recognizing she'd suffered frightening cruelty.

With her disclosure accomplished, she slipped into our bed and buried her head in my shoulder. I held her tightly as she wept.

Part 8 - Later still

We stayed motionless as Jayden's tears slid from her eyes and onto my shoulder. Her hand reached across my body, hugging me firmly. But she refused to look up. I stroked her soft hair until her sobbing faded. The muscles in her body relaxed. We waited more. 

With Marty's arm around my neck, we rested until she stilled. Then he spoke. "Sleep with us tonight, Jayden. That's all. Just sleep."

With those comforting words, the hands which held onto me so tightly, freed themselves, then retreated across my tummy, lingering at my navel. I was too afraid to move. A long moment later, Jayden reached for Marty, feeling for his face with the backs of her fingers. Touching his lips, she circled them, seeking entry. He took her wrist and drew one finger deeply into his mouth, where he sucked it before pulling it away to place it in mine. 

I too sucked, softly at first, savoring both their tastes. "Mmm..." I murmured. Jayden smiled and I caught a glint of the friend I had known long ago. Sucking more urgently, my mind adjourned to fantasy.

Searching my eyes, Jayden withdrew her finger from my mouth and touched my breasts. Her head drifted with it, lowering itself, she sought maternal sanctuary by sucking at the nipple. I held her tight to me. She sucked more.

Her full lips moved to the other nipple. Each became erect for her and I moaned in pleasure as I instinctively lifted first one breast and then the other to her probing mouth. She sucked hungrily. 

Her explorations were making me wet and I opened my legs widely. Marty's hand slipped into me, his large fingers opening me more. 

Jayden followed his lead, her hand intertwining in his, exploring the blistering hideaway of my body.

Confused as my mind was, my cunt sent me clear messages, readily distinguishing his touch from hers, one forceful, masculine and strong, the other, womanly, delicate and soft. Her fingers mixed with his in a more comfortable way than I expected and I liked what they did together. 

I reached to draw her mouth to mine. As our lips sealed, I at long-last tasted Jayden's affection, a woman's affection filled with reminders from a long ago time. 

I turned slightly, and took Marty's face into my hand, inviting him into our kiss. Three tongues mingled as he moved between us, exploring first my mouth, then Jayden's, before she ventured back to my waiting breasts, which heaved with emotion. 

With my tongue drawn into Marty's mouth, Jayden's fingers tenderly pulled at the tight little buds of my nipples. Her eyes were soft and we pushed together, moving the blanket from Marty's lower body, exposing him, fully erect, his testicles engorged from expectation. 

He held our heads in his strong hands and guided us to the tip of his penis. There, Jayden stopped, waiting til I had taken him fully into my mouth. She smiled caringly as I sucked while she lifted, then separated his testicles. His eyes closed tightly in pleasure from our caresses. 




Hitchhiker Ch. 01: The Gift



After kneading her fragile find, Jayd drew one, then both of his balls into her mouth, bathing them with her busy tongue. His head fell back onto the pillow, where he wallowed in a moment of male triumph, but he was unable to resist the eroticism of the sight and quickly returned to his more pleasurable vantage point where he watched, awestricken. 

Jayden's hand moved over my shaven slit. I opened my legs even wider for her. She inserted two fingers into me. When I felt a third, I seized her face and kissed her hard on the lips. 

"Suck my sex, Jayden," I whimpered. I rolled my hips and spread wider to urge her into me and her delicate hand slid back in place. She seized, then gently twisted my cervix, holding onto it firmly. She gave it a gentle tug and I winced in gratifying pain at the strength in her otherwise delicate fingers. She smiled before pulling away. It was like nothing anyone had done to me before. 

By then our bodies were ready. Both of us needed Marty inside us. 

"I need your prick Marty," I gasped. Jayden nodded excitedly. Yes, it was time. We needed cock. The moment I had never envisioned, was upon us, the one where I watched as the love of my life fucked another woman, his precious penis - my penis -- ready to slide into another's body. 

Like all wives, I wondered how it would be, whether I could accept it. I'd known jealousy before at the thought of another woman touching him. But this didn't affect me in the way I imagined it would. 

She wasn't just some other woman and I loved them both too much to cut short the beautiful consequence of bringing my friendship with Jayden to our bed. 

But how, I wondered, might we feel about all this afterwards? When it was over and Jayden was gone, would Marty need "more?" 

Then too, fleetingly, mind you, his sperm and what would become of it, registered in my brain. I grew defensive and thought, make him use a condom. He should only come in me. His semen is my drug, my body's lawful sustenance. 

But no. I had allowed things to go this far. I had chosen to share him, and that meant sharing everything. I lectured myself thinking, how foolish you are. We never use condoms. We never will. No. Sharing my man had been my decision, my call, and it had to be total, just as I would do it myself and just as she would do it for me. 

So I set the thought aside and instead decided to give up all control over what was happening. It was the only way I could truly give her what she needed. 

I drove my tongue into Jayden's mouth and seizing Mary's wrist, I brought his hand to her bottom. She raised her hips and his fingers probed into her, slipping effortlessly into her welcoming rectum. 

We were both breathing heavily now as passion swept over conscious thought. I rolled onto my back and extended my arms as the straddling Jayden settled on top of me. With her bottom lifted slightly, she opened to Marty, who positioned himself behind her. 

Her eyes closed tightly and she groaned. I felt her body stiffen as he pushed his way in. I watched his face contort in pleasure. 

"Yes, Marty," I called out to him. "Fuck our Jayden." Without opening her eyes, she kissed me, circling my neck with her arms, and pulling at my hair. Three of us had truly become one.

Then, she turned her face and looking back at him, Jayden intoned, "Take her Marty. Fuck my precious friend. I want to feel both of you. Fuck her now."

He withdrew from her and I raised my hips and spread my thighs as I wrapped my legs around her and Marty drove himself into me. "Yeessss!" I shouted, "There, sweetheart. Fuck your woman." Jayden looked on, as his full length slid in and out of me. 

She waited until he departed and he moaned abruptly as re-entered her. It was all so visible as her eyes shot open each time he pulled himself from her vagina, before slipping back into mine. He grinned down at me, so male, so obviously adoring the feel of two women. Yes, I thought, so male.

"Now us, darling." I looked over at Jayden, whose features had softened. I felt her warmth.

"Taste us, Marty," she urged. 

"Well then. Onto your backs, ladies!" Marty commanded, as if he were the captain of a pirate ship flying the Jolly Roger. Jayden kissed me again, before rolling over. We both spread our legs for him.

Marty sat back on his haunches as if unable to decide which woman to feast on. "Jayden first, Marty," I ordered. 

He placed his hands on the insides of her slender thighs, gently urging them further apart. Then he pressed her knees back to her shoulders, exposing the full beauty of what naturally remains hidden. I turned to her and kissed her firmly on the mouth as Marty ran his tongue the full length of her inner thighs, to the nakedness of her sex. 

Running his hands over the golden curls, he parted the lips before burying his head there. Both of us played with his hair, partly to feel its softness and partly to keep him working. 

Moments later, she moaned as waves of passion washed over her, affirming what I had waited to see, that her long dormant sexuality had re-awakened. I was tearful as she came.

Lifting himself away, our man gave Jayden a deep kiss; then turned his attention to me. Throughout, I had kept my legs wide apart as he had kissed and sucked her slit. He slid a finger into my cunt, then quickly withdrew it and slid it into my bottom, just as he had done to her. He licked and kissed my aching sex. 

Jayden watched intently, her delight showing with a soft grin as she lovingly caressed my face. Her lips were awash in her own juices and we kissed again, imbibing the cocktail our bodies had become to him. 

I looked into her eyes and knew we were thinking the same thing. Without hesitating, I pulled at Marty's hair, lifting him away from his unfinished task. He gazed up at me, confused.

"It's time for you to come, sweetheart," I said. 

"But..." He wanted me to finish as Jayden had, to show us he could do it twice, but I thought better of it and wanted something for him now.

"No. It's your turn." Like a wife, I spoke with authority. "Lie back, you beautiful man. We're going to finish you now." I winked at Jayden, who had brightened at my words and wondered if she was thinking about the long ago day with Ryan Freemont.

With a look of fragile dismay, Marty rolled onto his back and Jayden seized his perfect erection. She sucked him hungrily and worked his cock with her hand, gradually increasing her pace. I waited patiently, enjoying the image of my special friend sucking my husband off. And she watched too, her eyes reminding me that whenever I was ready, he was mine. 

And I was ready. Grasping him, I took him from her mouth and sucked his cock deeply into my throat. Marty was blessed. He had a wife who had no gag reflex, something I had discovered by accident and only after meeting him.

And even though he was big, and he loved that I was able to deep throat him, he also loved that as a special treat, there were times when I painfully aspirated his cum directly into my burning lungs.

Tonight wasn't one of those times, however. Tonight was a time for sharing, so after holding him captive in my throat, I let loose, coughing and gasping for air as I set him free. Jayden was enthralled. "YEAH JAN!" Like a cheerleader, she shouted the words.

"Poor baby needs to be cleaned up," I instructed, giving him back to her. 

We bathed him together, carefully seeing to the soft but rigid skin of his cock, before moving down to do the same with his delicate scrotum. We licked and sucked together like kittens, smiling when our eyes met.

I felt an almost imperceptible twitch from his body and I knew he was close. That's when I placed the tip of his penis into Jayden's mouth and looked on excitedly as Marty, with a labored groan, ejaculated into her, his white semen spilling onto her tongue. 

Jayden's eyes widened, mildly startled that I'd had him finish in her mouth and not in mine. Her face froze as if she'd done something wrong and I reassuringly placed my hand at the top of her head to hold her there. "It's what I want, sweetheart," I whispered. "It's my gift to you." 

Our eyes met lovingly and I moved onto my back and opened my lips. 

The scent of sperm filled the little bedroom and I searched Marty's eyes as his torso settled back after the sheer intensity of having orgasmed in the midst of two women. 

But like any man, he wanted more. We knew what that was, and Jayden moved herself over my face where she remained poised, awaiting approval. 

"Give it to me, my sweet Jayd!" I ordered, opening my mouth wide for her. 

Marty's semen had done what semen does in a woman's mouth; it frothed and expanded, supplanting her composed features with a look of mild panic. She pursed, shaping her mouth into a tiny ellipse, just big enough to drool the bubbling liquid into my waiting throat.

Once, twice, three times, my swallows came as quickly as she fed him to me, after which, I reached for her. We shared an open kiss. With our faces glistening with sperm, we turned on Marty, who had settled back to enjoy the show, attacking him together, kissing him, rubbing our glistening cheeks and swollen lips all over his face. He laughed and drew us tightly to him with strong arms. 

Then, we rested ourselves on either side of him; each taking a shoulder as masculine pillows, places to recover from our...ordeal.

I cupped his scrotum as Jayden used her fingers to work the final drops of sperm from his nearly flaccid cock. She lowered herself to lap the precious fluid with her tongue. I was taken by the sheer beauty of this final, loving act. 

Spent from the experience, Jayden turned away, allowing our bodies to spoon in soothing reassurance as we drifted off into stillness.

Part 9 - Morning

I awoke before dawn. Marty was sleeping soundly and I thought I noticed a smile on his slumbering face. Jayden had gone. I slipped into my robe and quietly stole my way from the bedroom and down the creaky stairs. 

I found her in Marty's big leather chair. With her legs drawn up, she was sitting under a woolen blanket. She was crying. Slipping in next to her, I searched her soft but evasive eyes. 

"What, Jayden? What is it sweetheart?" I asked imploringly. She tried to look away but gently taking her chin in my fingers, I drew her eyes to mine. It was then, that she told me everything.

End 

End Hitchhiker 1 -- To be continued...



Hitchhiker Ch. 02: The Telling



The stiff upstate breeze cut through me during an anxious wait at the Thruway exit.

Even with a suggestion of spring, April is cold in New York and snow still lurked in the shadows of the evergreens.

Seven of us huddled alongside the exit ramp, each holding a makeshift sign urging rides to places like "D.C," and "Boston," destinations scrawled in bold letters. Mine read: "Harrisburg." 

With a little luck, I'd catch a lift to my Danny. I could hardly contain myself. 

"Stop you prick," I murmured as the banged-up van slowly rolled toward the tollbooth. The driver had longish scraggly hair and a grungy beard I didn't like. I wasn't into grungy. But he glanced my way so I nodded a tempting nod. 

It was almost too easy and I laughed smugly, thinking, being a girl was just fun sometimes. We could always outmaneuver the guys, snapping up rides from male drivers with a practiced wink.

So I winked. He looked. I winked again. He stopped! 

Suddenly, my sweetheart was a mere two hours away! I so loved surprising him by showing up unexpectedly at his door. A whole weekend! Yes! What luck! Fuck yes!

The driver looked my way a second time. No smiles though. But using his arm in a sweeping motion he gestured and I grabbed my backpack as the door opened for me. "Hi," I said, jumping onto the high front seat. "Appreciate the lift." A cloud of marijuana smoke filled the cab. Smelled good and I wondered if I'd get a buzz. I fastened my seatbelt and when I looked up, he was holding a miniature glass pipe.

"Here." In some way, the offer felt too much like a demand and I recoiled. I shook my head no. "Suit yourself." His face was expressionless; his comment curt. "What's your name?" 

"Jayden McM..." I stopped myself, thinking first names were enough.

Glancing down at my cardboard sign he probed further. "Jayden. Pretty name. What's in Harrisburg?"

"My boyfriend...he's at Widener U."

"Cool. He knows you're coming?" 

"No. Um, well, yes. I mean, he suspects I'm sure...but..." This suddenly felt like an interrogation.

"Freshman?"

"Junior. He's...a criminal justice major." I sounded nervous, even to myself. He knew I was lying.

"Ahh...criminal justice. gonna be a cop?" I nodded defensively. "Hey, aha...Jayden, you're in luck. We're passing right by Widener," he added helpfully. I turned my head a bit, catching a partial glimpse of his profile but the unkempt hair obscured my view. 

"Whatcha' lookin' at?" He asked, turning to face me. This time, he managed a half-smile.

"Nothin. Thought I heard somethin. That's all." 

What I could see without being too direct wasn't bad-looking but I quickly re-focused on the road ahead. He slowed and grabbed a ticket from the booth attendant.

There was a rasp in his eerily empty voice and I thought of how he said, "We're passing by Widener," and wondered, who's we? 

Apprehensively turning my head, I glanced back into the rear of the cab. 

"Hey girly!" A chiding voice called out from right behind me. 

"Hi," I answered cautiously. They picked up on my unease as my eyes took in four more boys, all sitting on the floor. They were passing a joint. 

"So...where...where you guys going?" I asked anxiously.

"Florida," one boomed. "Yeah, fuckin' sunny Florida!" Reinforced a second.

"Florida. Wow. You're in school there?" I peeked at my watch. It was nearly one o'clock.

"Yeah," two hollered in what felt like counterfeit harmony. Their flippant response was followed by scarcely muffled laughter. 

Shit. I hadn't expected this. I didn't like vans. They had no side windows and you never knew how many people might be hiding in the back.

By then we were speeding down 81 South. The guys became quiet. Happily, my nerves followed suit. The driver clammed up too. Probably high on dope, I thought. 

Laying my head back on the seat, I closed my eyes and dozed off.

Part II

Deep ruts in the road jarred me awake. Opening my eyes, I felt a sudden chill of mild uncertainty, thinking, the highway! Where's the highway? 

My head drifted to the driver and I sleepily stumbled through a question. "Where...where are we?" His response was another blank stare and my body bounced from the seat as he took the van through deep puddles in the dirt road.

As inconspicuously as I could, I checked my watch again. I'd been asleep nearly two hours. We had to be near Harrisburg. But what happened to Route 81? What were we doing here, on some abandoned road in the middle of a forest?

"So...what's up you guys?" I asked guardedly.

The driver glanced over at me, managing a cynical smile and murmuring dryly, "It's a shortcut to your boyfriend's campus. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!" 

"What did you say?" His tone chilled my entire being.

"Nothin'." I glared at him. 

As the road narrowed, weeping pines screeched against the windshield, sharpening my agitation. None of this felt right and for an instant I thought about jumping from the van. But we were moving too fast and I was afraid.

Finally I had no choice and summoning my courage, I spoke out again. "I need you to bring me back to the highway!" A mocking silence followed, as if the first to react might be the loser in some cruel game of "scare the coed." 

Just then, I instinctively flinched as a branch struck hard against the hood. My arms flew to my face in protection as jeering laughter riddled the cab.

"See that bitch jump?" Someone called out sharply.

I pleaded, this time looking directly at the driver. "Please man, I mean it." My voice cracked under the growing tension and I felt my body twitch. 

"Please what, cunt?"

"Look, stop that. Take me back to 81!" 

By then we had driven into a secluded clearing where the road looped into a circle. The driver hit the brakes suddenly, bringing us to an abrupt stop. He hunched over the steering wheel, resting his forehead as if turning something over in his mind. 

Lightly touching the gas pedal again, he slowly brought the van around, facing the way out. "All right," he groaned bruskly.

Switching off the ignition, he looked squarely at me while calmly reaching for the open pack of smokes resting on the dashboard. I clutched the door handle. 

"DON'T -- even think about it." His tone was menacing.

With my eyes frozen on the road ahead, I spoke in as firm a tone as I could manage: "Take me back to the highway." Meant to be unyielding, it came out as little more than a whisper and to make matters worse, a submissive one. In submission, I lifted my hand away from the door.

"We'll take you back - when WE...decide to take you back." He paused and inhaled deeply on the cigarette before blowing smoke into my face. Coughing, I turned away from him. "Anyway, you're kinda hot so getting ya back to 81 may take some time." 

Another pause followed. No one spoke. My heart pounded. He flicked the cigarette out the window and the stillness in the van shattered as the back doors flew open. The four bounded out to block my escape.

I grabbed for the handle again and the driver lunged, seizing my wrist. The force of his grip startled me. I'd always thought I could fight a man off if I had to, but he was too strong. I raked at his face with my nails, drawing blood and crying, "Let go of me!"

Instead of the yell I expected, he reacted with eerie calm. "You little fuckin bitch." Touching his fingers to the blood, he eased them away from his face, as if scrutinizing a forensic sample. 

Inspecting it, he looked down at my heaving chest and smiled. "You're a little fighter, aren't ya. I happen to like fighters." 

"Don't touch me!" I shouted back. He grinned.

The door jerked open and the others grabbed hold of me, dragging me from the vehicle. I fell hard against the ground but almost as quickly, I jumped to my feet and began backing away as they formed into a circle around me. 

The driver's door opened and the four parted ranks for him. Their leader stepped forward and almost absentmindedly, he bounded to me and slapped me hard across the face with the back of his hand. 

I fell again and he kicked my stomach. Moaning, I instinctively curled into a ball. "That's for scratching me whore!"

Through what had become meager sobs, I could hear highway traffic in the distance. I had to reach it. 

Somehow I found the strength to draw myself up again and I inched this time, irrationally believing that moving slowly might hide my intentions. They were ragged thoughts -- panic left over from a hitchhiker's dream of surprising her lover.

Turning, I recklessly pushed one of the men aside and stumbled forward, all the while enduring laughter as voices grew ever louder in pursuit. 

It was no use. My aching legs couldn't move fast enough over a road that seemed alive under me. I tripped and fell again. 

All five of the men took positions, resuming their hateful game. They surrounded me and my eyes darted, seeking some path of escape. That's when my hat was yanked away and my long golden hair fell down over my shoulders, prompting a leeringly offensive "WOW!" 

"Will ya look at her!" One sneered. "Ain't she a fox? I'm sick a' waitin'. LET'S FUCK HER!"

My eyes shifted from one face to the next. By then, I was beset by uncontrollable twitching as fearfulness coursed through my veins. But in spite of it, my mind freeze-framed their grins as I crawled backward through the high grass, all the while stumbling and crying, until I lifted myself again.

My attackers closed themselves around me and I realized my long flowing hair had a hypnotic effect on them. So I pulled at it, stuffing it under my jacket collar. 

Struggling to rise and buffeted by laughter, I wet my pants. In a mortifying public declaration that I had lost all control. I was completely vulnerable.

"Hey bitch. Git rid 'a this!" The heavyset guy barked. A sharp iciness tore through me as he seized my jacket. With a hard jerk, the buttons popped as he yanked at my sweater. A moment later, I was half-naked in front of them. 

Instinctively, I covered my breasts; my eyes searching them. They closed in more tightly. Long past desperate, all I could manage was a forlorn plea as I searched his face - the youngest -- maybe eighteen, my age. He would save me, I thought. "Please, please, don't hurt me anymore! Please!" 

He hesitated, but the others demanded. "Get her asshole! Get her now! She's yours! You take her first! Do it man! No sloppy lasts! Not for you!" Obedient, the boyish figure sheepishly inched into the circle.

My eyes locked onto his face and I saw it; that it was all too clever, too convenient somehow. They were playing out the latest chapter of a diseased hobby; a gang of thugs that trolled for naive hitchers at Thruway exits. And they'd done it all before. 

My crazed mind lurched to the others, to faceless, desperate girls trapped in these terrible woods. But those thoughts had little time to wander as my hair was grabbed from behind, wrenching my head back. 

With my spine painfully arched, I couldn't move. Without my bra, I was completely exposed to the frigid air.

Instinctively covering myself and crying a baby's cry, they pursued me as if having become a single, perverted mind.

"BLINDFOLD THE BITCH!" I heard one shout.

"No! Please! My money -- take it! Let me go! Please! My iPad...it's in my backpack!"

A man with a heavy beard brushed the boy aside and stepped towards me. Heckled on by the others, he seized my arms, throwing me hard against the ground and forcing my face into the thick bed of leaves. 

Grabbing my hair, he jerked my head back again and as if inflicting a final act of isolation, my scarf was harshly knotted at the back of my head as he growled into my ear, "We don't need no fuckin' iPad, slut!"

I listened in terror to my sobs. I was ashamed of my weakness and had lost all self-worth.

My thinking cascaded in flashes now, each isolated from the next as the rest of my clothes were torn away. Someone tugged off my panties. "Hey! Give these a sniff!" He ridiculed. 

Someone grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back; a rope hurriedly wrapped around them. I was paralyzed, overcome by physical power. 

Sending unconsciousness to my rescue, God intervened.

Part III

Her cries broke the silence of the woods; her permeating screams, unceasing. 

Above it all, I heard faint voices, catching bits of words which seemed like directives. "Some...somebody help her," I heard myself plead. "Listen to her. She's hurt! Someone has to help." 

But my thoughts soon re-formed and I remembered. I remembered where I was. I remembered what was happening. The singeing pain of the ever-tightening bindings acted as sharp reminders that the girl's screams were my own; that the shuffling feet all around were theirs; that I still burned in the hell of the clearing. 

I raised my face skyward and the sun seeped into the blindfold. My breasts ached as the men took turns pinching them, pulling hard at the nipples and grasping them tightly, they lifted my leaden body from the frigid ground. 

With their cigarettes, they randomly touched at my skin. The burns seared me and I shrieked and struggled in vain to free my hands. 

Images of the glowering men flashed through my mind. I remembered Cara's warning. But unlike before, this time I heard the worry in her voice; fears I so casually disregarded. "Don't, Jayden," she pleaded. "Don't hitchhike all that way. I don't like it." 

Why didn't I listen? Why did I never... 

The scarf still blinded me. Sharp pains radiated through my shoulders, all due to the ropes which prevented movement. I remembered too, who I was and listened to my body's frightful entreaties to heaven. "Save me," I prayed. 

I retched as full consciousness overcame my gauzy defenses. A man had forced himself deeply in my throat. I was suffocating - my mouth repulsed by semen which I could neither swallow nor spit. 

Strong fingers held my nose, forcing breath through my mouth which was alternately closed against the air as one erection intruded after another. 

They pulled my hair, using it as a device to steady me. Each man pushed his way in, then pulled away after finishing, forcing me to swallow in exchange for enough air to survive.

"Hurry up asshole!" One shouted gruffly. "She's gonna conk out again dick head! I need her awake!" The erection lodged in my mouth abruptly pulled away and I gulped; gasping before the next took his place.

Two sets of hands forced my shaking legs apart and another lunged into me. I hurt. I was dry and flinched as they tore the delicate tissue of my sex. I twisted and screamed. In the end, I was powerless and their strength overcame me. 

Through my groans, they continued on, as one followed another, each finishing in my mouth. 

Part IV

A fire crackled beside me and my nostrils filled with the smell of burning wood. There were murmurings all about. I rolled onto my side and vomited again.

They applauded loudly. "Holy fuckin' shit. How revolting is that? Let's fuck her more!" More laughter. 

"Not me," added another. "Look...she's...she's pathetic. I want outa' here!" It was his voice, the boy I tried but failed to reach out to. He didn't want to be here - doing this thing.

"Why?" I groaned in a half-whisper. Their laughter paused a moment.

"Why what, cunt?"

"Why...hate me?" All went silent as if my feeble question somehow made them pause.

"Nobody hates ya bitch," one finally snapped. "You just happen to be fuckable. That's all! Yeah, fuckable!" Cheers validated the response.

"I'm sick," I moaned. "Please. Please stop. I hurt. Please," I begged.

Though I had scrutinized each man, their features had mysteriously vaporized, as if they had pillaged my mind, selectively purging their features after taking what they wanted from my body. 

It didn't matter anymore. Lying face down in the brittle leaves; I had lost any will to fight, leaving only whimpers of the beaten. Someone spread my cheeks apart. A hand reached under me, swabbing the semen between my legs. He smeared it onto my anus and a brutal finger forced its way inside.

They lit more cigarettes, touching the scorching tips against the backs of my legs. Crying out hysterically, I squirmed, but couldn't protect myself. 

The head of a penis pressed into me. He plunged. I gasped. I cried as pain flowed through me. I hurt everywhere and invited death; anything to make an end.

He came with an animal's grunt. 

But then, the atmosphere around the fire changed. It was replaced by an odd stillness. Instead of the chronic laughter, I heard the sharp sounds of snaps, buckles and zippers. 

Receding footsteps accompanied the opening and closing of doors. The van's engine roared to life. The driver's raspy voice broke the hush. "Move it!" 

Still pressed hard against the cold ground, I shuddered as lingering footsteps paused near to my face. They stopped and I heard the snap of a jack knife being opened. 

"Please," I pleaded. "Please...don't cut me." He pulled at my wrists and slit the ropes. 

"You'll be OK baby," said the young man with the soft voice. "But whatever ya do, don't take that blindfold off til after ya can't hear the van anymore. You listenen?" He followed with a grim warning. "And don't never tell nobody! They found ya once. They'll find ya again! Sleep now. We're done with ya."

Part V

Long hours passed before convulsive shivers awakened me to the now silent woods. My body ached, but my hands were free. 

With sore fingers, I lifted the blindfold, allowing terrified eyes to wander. Embers from the waning fire still glowed, but otherwise, all was darkness. 

I looked up into the sky above. Orion stood silent watch in the heavens as if all was what it was. Tears fell from my eyes and I railed into the nothingness: "It's not what it was! Don't say it's the same! It can never be!" 

My sobs continued in vengeful scorn as I averted my eyes from the inky blackness. "My world's stolen," I sobbed, "and you stand there, guardian of the night! You, who abandoned me! Bastard!" I shouted.

I felt for my clothes. Like the remnant of my body, they were torn and filthy. Gradually, my mind did what I didn't want it to do - not ever again. It cleared and it raced - to Danny. His face suddenly filled my mind's vision! What would Danny say? Men think these things are our fault. 

"Oh God!" I heard myself cry out. Holding my jacket to my tortured eyes, I cried, "Oh God, dear God!" 

"Jayden! JAYDEN!" It was Danny's voice echoing through the daze of my slumber. Slowly opening my eyes, I watched as his soft features inserted themselves, replacing the blur. His naked shoulders hovered over me and he stared down in that loving way. 

"The dream Jayden! It's the dream...you were having it again!" His face was a study in worry, even as loving fingers wiped beads of cold sweat from my forehead. His calm and reassuring whisper rescued me from the torture of sleep. "Jayden. It's OK now. It's over."

I looked up and past him; my eyes fixed in icy blankness. I should have drawn him to me but instead I turned, away from his love and all the while thinking -- you're right my darling man. It is over - again.

End

Epilogue -

Jayden had spent almost a year at an all-girls college in upstate New York. After the events of that April, she never returned there. To the present day, the incident remains unreported.



Hitchhiker Play



Sandra sped along route 39 at 115 mph. There were never any cops around here. There was never anybody around really just miles and miles of dirt and sand. Even if she did go off the road she could probably control it....probably. Sandra was a 5'8", busty, smart brunette with a fetish for life. She liked it and got as much of it as possible. Some said too much. So what if she had tried every extreme sport known to man (and invented just as many of her own). So what if she tried just about any food dish she came across (at least once and amazingly she never gained a pound, must be the exercise). So what if she fucked anyone (and anything) that took her fancy. It was her philosophy on life. Do it all. And she did her darndest to do just that. Lately she had been fantasizing about hitchhikers. She had never done it with a hitchhiker before. People said it was dangerous to pick up hitchhikers. That of course was what made it appealing to Sandra. The thought of fucking a complete stranger that she pick up off the highway was very arousing. He would probably be dirty...oh yes. She was definitely going to try it. And it was as simple as that. Sandra decided to pick up the next person she saw and try to seduce them.

It took a while. She was out in the desert after all. But eventually she saw a guy walking on the road ahead. As she got closer he got onto the side and pulled out his thumb. He looked surprised when she slowed to a stop a few feet away, even more so when he caught site of sexy Sandra sitting in the front seat. He was about 5'4", 30's or 40's, sandy blond hair, maybe two days growth on his chin, and kinda scrawny. His eyes were a bright green color. Kinda weird. Cool!, she thought. Oh yah and he was dusty and covered in sweat after walking in the desert all day. 

Perfect, she thought. She rolled the window down as he walk up.

"Need a lift?"

"Y-yes," he looked a bit unsure.

"Hop in sexy," she flashed him a seductive smile.

Confused but not one to argue he climbed in the passenger side. Sandra took off. They drove for about ten minutes before anybody said anything.

"Nice car," the hitchhiker said.

Sandra smiled, "What's your name?"

"Ned"

"Where ya headed Ned?" Sandra started to play with her hair. Ned took notice.

"L.A."

"Really! Me too. We can just travel together then," she smiled as her hand dropped down her neckline across her tits and down her stomach. Ned was really taking notice now.

His eye's fairy popped when her hand dipped in between her legs and started to stroke her pussy through her shorts. 

She pretended to only just now notice his attention, "Are watching me Ned?" she said coyly.

Ned's eye's jerked back to the road ahead, "Um, n-no."

Sandra put on a pouty face, "Why not?"

Ned slowly turned back to see that Sandra had slipped her hand into her shorts and was now breathing rather hard.

"I was ...just.....trying....to be....polite."

Sandra smiled at him, "Rule #1: No being polite in this car."

Ned smiled back, "Ok!"

His eyes glued to the erotic scene beside him, Ned watched as Sandra jacked herself off while driving at 90 miles per hour.

"Ned?"

"What?"

"This is kinda hard to do while driving at the same time. Could you help me out so I can keep both eyes on the road?"

Ned practically salivated, "S-sure."

Sandra put bother hands on the wheel and Ned slipped his hand into her jean shorts and found her pussy lips. He then slipped two of his fingers into her wet pussy and began to finger fuck her. Sandra moaned and writhed under his touch as he brought her closer and closer to climax. Her steering started to get a little shaky. Squeals of pleasure ripped from her lips as climax came and wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. Her hands left the steering wheel and she grabbed hold of whatever she could, oblivious to the fact that they were now careening off the road. Dirt and sand flew out in all directions as the car swerved and spun out into the desert. Finally they came to rest, his hand still extracting pleasure from her cunt. In a rush of action she jumped up, dislodging his fingers from inside her, and straddled him in the passenger seat. 

"Your turn!" she grunted into his ear, as she unzipped him and slid down till she was face to face with his raging cock. He wasn't huge. About seven or eight inches total. But he was hard as a rock. He was also dirty. He had been walking in the desert all day and it showed and stank. That was fine with her. In fact it kinda turned her on. He slid back the seat and put down the back to give more room to maneuver as her lips slide down and over his dick. His tilted back and he let out a loud groan as she turned her mouth into a vacuum and sucked him dry only to lather him up again with her own saliva. His hands gripped her head forcing his cock all the way back into her throat. He proceeded to pump her mouth until strings of white seed blasted down her throat and he saw bright lights. She took over again and sucked down his sperm savoring the taste. His dick didn't deflate though. It stayed hard as steel so he pulled her up and yanked off her skimpy shorts revealing her bare ass to the hot sun. 

He was about to ram himself into her dripping cunt when she turned around and said, "Fuck my ass you dirty man and I want it hard!"

Not wanting to disappoint he speared into her rectum with enough force to make her scream obscenities at the top of her lungs.

"OH! FUCK! YAHH! REAM MY FUCKING SHIT HOLE YOU NASTY COCK! OOOOHHH! OWWWW! OWWWW! OOW! SO GOOD! YES! POUND THAT SHIT UP MY BROWN HOLE! PACK IT IN! OH GOD! OH FUCKING JESUS! TEAR ME UP! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She came so hard that she squirted girl juice onto the dashboard. She screamed for him not to stop though so he didn't. He yanked her tee-shirt off over her head and began to maul her big luscious tits. Her soft flesh gave beneath his strong hands, folding and mashing as he attacked her orbs. He took a long pointed nipple in each hand and pulled out hard. She screamed more obscenities and grabbed his hands to pull them out farther hurting her even more. Finally after coming a few more times and after he pumped what seemed like buckets of hot sperm up her rectum, she slid of ad he pulled out with a pop. She slid back into the driver's seat and they sat panting and grinning at each other.

"That was....crazy," said Ned.

Sandra nodded, "Fun though huh?"

Ned just grinned.

Sandra started the car again and they drove to L. A. They talked and joked and found that they got along famously. Sandra dropped Ned of at his friends house and drove away.

The End.



Hitchhiker: Tales of Kathkye's Tail



Kathye and her husband, Jake, are driving to Oklahoma City one dark and rainy night when Jake spots a friend of his stranded on the highway. After stopping to give the friend a ride, Kathye begins to worry that Jake is going to offer her up for a threesome in the rear seat of Jake's extend cab Chevy pickup truck.

* * * * *

Jake and I are in his truck driving to Oklahoma City. It is night. A light rain is falling. Raindrops on the windshield turn to diamonds in the lights of passing vehicles. The fresh smell of a wet, early spring makes me feel warm and heady. Up ahead, our headlights catch a stalled vehicle pulled over on the highway's shoulder. Jake slows as we pass. A man is looking under the raised hood of the stalled car. 

As we pass, Jake looks at the man and shouts: "Hey, look. That's my friend." 

Are you sure, I ask. 

"Yeah, I'm sure. That's him." He stops and backs up. "Open the door," Jake says. "Let him in." I open the door and his friend jumps in the back seat. We talk and laugh. His car overheated and he had to pull over, he says. He had been there nearly an hour, trying to hitch a ride. 

We drive to the next town and have coffee in a small cafe. We talk some more about things. Most of the talk is between Jake and his friend. They talk about things I don't know about, things they did before I met Jake. In the cafe‚ Jake puts his arm around me and caresses my neck. It feels good and makes me warm. 

When we leave, Jake tells my friend to drive. I am surprised. Should I sit in the back, I ask? "No," Jake says. "Sit up front. I am tired and will stretch out." 

We are back on the highway. The friend is driving and I am sitting beside him. The truck has bucket seats. Jake is in the back leaning forward between the seats talking to us. He reaches around the seat and puts his hand on my breasts and laughs. 

"Hmmmmm," he says. "Those feel really good." 

His friend looks at me and says, "I'll bet. They look great. At least in those clothes." 

"You don't know how great," Jake says. "You should see them naked." 

I am shocked and tell him not to say such things, that its embarrassing. 

"But it's true," he says. 

You think that only because you love me, I say. 

"Sure I love you, but its true."

Only because you love me, I say. Other men might think differently.

"Any man would think those tits of yours look great. One look and they want them. Isn't that right?" he asks his friend.

"Sure," his friend says.

"See."

He's your friend.

"But he's a man first," Jake says. "Go ahead. Show him your tits."

No, I say, shocked that he would even say such a thing.

"Come on. Show him. He wants to see them."

No he doesn't. He's just being nice.

"You want to see them, don't you?" he asks his friend.

"God yes," his friend says.

"See. I told you."

Well what did you expect him to say, with me here, you here. Of course he's going to say yes.

Jake reaches around me and fondles my tits. I am wearing a sweatshirt. I am wearing a bra with half the cups cut out so my nipples and part of my breasts are bare. Jake bought it for me so he can play with my tits while he drives. With my tits bulging out of the openings it hurts a little, cuts into me. He pulls my sweatshirt up. I am embarrassed and try to stop him. But he keeps tugging to get my sweatshirt up over my tits.

"I love your tits. I want to show them off," he says. "Come on. Let me. It won't hurt anything. He'll just look. That's all. I want him to see what I've got. He'll eat his heart out because they're mine, and he can't have them."

I don't know, I say skeptically. 

Jake's friend has a reputation with the ladies, although I don't know if what they say is true. I guess I sort of want to do it, show my tits off. Having men want you is pleasing to a woman. Besides, he wouldn't let his friend do anything to me. He would be too jealous.

Promise that's all? I ask.

"Promise," he says.

I relax and lean back. What can it hurt. Just for him to look. Besides, like I say, it's feels exciting, being shown off by Jake to his friend. The friend can't do anything. He's driving. Slowly my top comes up. I can feel that soon my tits will be exposed. My brain is reeling. I am embarrassed. I start to resist, but I don't. I feel myself drifting away. Surreal. My will is seeping away. I close my eyes. He reaches under my sweatshirt and cups my tits, squeezing them gently and pulling the nipples. Little ripples of electricity run from my tits down between my legs. He pulls the sweatshirt higher and my tits are exposed. I lift my arms and the sweatshirts comes off completely. The friend is looking at me, at my tits, and trying to watch the road. I am glad it is dark so he can't see me clearly. The bra is cutting into me so I ask Jake to unhook. He does and I am free. I sit there looking straight ahead, into the night, the headlights of passing cars. Here I am, in a truck going down a turnpike, with two men, and I am half-naked, both of them looking at me. God. What's wrong with this picture, I ask myself, and feel sardonically amused at my wit.

"Damn," the friend says. "God, they look great. It's too dark. I want to see them all."

A truck is coming. Its headlights illuminate the inside of the truck. I see the friend looking at my tits, his eyes alive with passion. My tits are bouncing to the rhythm of the truck. Jake cups them and holds them up erect for him to see. He swears softly and calls them beautiful. I am pleased, embarrassed, getting excited. He reaches over with one hand. I draw back. Jake holds me tight, pushes me toward his friend's outstretched hand. His hand brushes across my tit. I am aroused. What is happening. What is being done to me. I hate it. I love it. I'm confused.

Jake unbuttons my jeans and is pulling them down. Oh no, I think. I can't do this, too. 

You said just my tits, I wail. That he would look at my tits and that was all. What are you doing now.

"Nothing," Jake says. "I'm just playing around, having some fun."

Please stop, I beg. I don't think this is fun. 

He keeps pulling down my jeans. I twist and cross my legs to make it harder for him.

"I thought you loved me," he says.

I do.

"Then let me do this. I've done it before. Are you denying me?"

No, I say quickly. I'm not denying you. I would never do that. But this is different. 

"How? Its what I want."

You know, I whisper. We're not alone. He's here.

"He's my friend. Its okay. He's my friend. And yours. He's your friend."

I don't want to, I protest.

"Don't want to be his friend, you mean?"

No. No. That's not what I mean.

"You don't like him?"

Yes. Yes. Of course I like him.

"You don't want to be his friend? Is that what you're saying?"

No. Of course not. I like him. He is my friend. I want to be his friend. You're confusing me.

"Then what? What don't you want? To show him how wonderful you look?"

I don't want to be naked in front of him. Like this. All of us here.

"Sure you do. You just won't admit it. You love sex."

Yes, I do. But this...I've never done this, with two men.

"Would you do it with him if I weren't here? If you were alone with him?"

Maybe, I say cautiously. If you knew it and wanted me to. Being naked with two men makes me feel....I don't know, on display.

"So you would fuck him if you were alone with him, but not if I'm here. Is that right?"

I didn't say that. You're twisting things. Yes. I would do that.... I mean if I had to do it. If you wanted me to. I would do that first....I mean first before the three of us......but I don't want to do it, with him. Just you. I want to do it with just you.

"But you just said you would fuck him if the two of you were alone."

I'm confused about this, I whimper. You're taking advantage of how much I love you.

"He wants to fuck you, you know."

Quite talking like that. He doesn't.

"Sure he does. Don't you?" he asks his friend.

"I do," the friend says huskily. "I really do. I've wanted to for a long time."

I don't know what to say or feel. Should I be angry because he said that and Jake didn't object? Or should it please me that he wants me? Jake keeps pulling down my jeans. His hand slips inside my panties and his fingers touch my pussy. Oooh! I moan softly and grow weak. He knows my resistance is vanishing. It always does when my pussy starts getting wet. He pulls my jeans down around my ankles. I lift my legs out so they are free. Why did I do that? I still have my panties on. The friend is looking. He has almost forgotten he is driving. He is silent, his eyes glazed. He is looking at my nakedness. The truck is weaving on the highway. All I have on now are my panties. Jake rubs my pussy. Oooohhhhh! That is so good! Soooo good! I suck in the night air and groan. He hooks his thumbs in the top of my panties. I know they are coming off. He pulls them down. I am too hot to resist. I plead softly. 

No, baby. Please don't do this to me. Please. I love you. We love each other. Why are you doing this?

"You are so sexy. I can' help it." He is breathing fast. His voice is filled with heated passion. "So sexy. I just want to show you off. I want him to see you, all of you. I am proud of you."

My panties are down to my knees. My pussy is showing. Now I am naked. The panties are gone. My legs spread as if they have a mind of their own. I don't want them to, but they do. The friend can no longer trust his driving. He pulls over and stops. Jake reaches around the seat and holds my arms back to my side. I am trapped. I can't move.

Let me go. Please. This is embarrassing. I'm naked.

"Just relax, baby. Relax. He just wants to look at you. That's all"

I know better, I say to myself. I've never met a man who just wanted to look, forever, and never do anything. No. He wants more than just looking. I struggle against Jake's hold on me, but he tightens his grip. When the big trucks pass his friend can see me naked. He is delighted, mesmerized. I close my legs to hide at least that most intimate part of me. Jake doesn't like it when I do.

"Come on, baby. Open your legs," he says. "Don't be so selfish."

No, I say. I won't.

The friend runs his hands over my legs, gently. They feel good, exciting. His hands are soft but I can feel strength in them. His fingers are long; he probes them between my legs and rubs against my public hair. Ooooo. It feels so good! But I keep my legs together. He continues caressing my legs and rubbing my pussy, trying to push his fingers to feel my lips. I am breathing hard, and struggling. He cups one of my tits in his hand and squeezes, then sucks on the nipple. 

No! I plead with Jake. Don't let him do this! Make him quit!

"Hmmmm. She does have nice tits," the friend says. "You're right about that."

The friend moves closer toward me. I can see the bulge in his pants. It looks like a monster and is growing. His hand is trying to get my legs open. He squeezes one of my tits and is sucking on the other. Jake keeps my arms penned back. I am helpless. My groans and pleadings for them to stop fills the truck's cab. My legs are beginning to come apart. Is it because he is so strong, or because my efforts to keep them closed is futile? I might as well just give them what they want. If I don't, they will just take it anyway. That's what he's always teasing me about, just taking what he wants from me. So I guess he will really let it happen. I am swooning, my mind reeling. 

Oh, God! Just take what you want, I say with surrender. 

My legs are opening up. I see a look of complete wantonness on the friend's face. He knows he is going to get what he wants...me!

Please don't hurt me, I say. Just take it, all you want, but don't hurt me.

I know they won't because Jake loves me and his friend is too nice to be hurtful. But for some reason I need to say those words. It's my signal that I have surrendered completely to their depravity.

The friend finds my pussy with his fingers and strokes my lips. God, I am so wet. He sticks his finger inside me and I scream with passion. Suddenly, Jake pulls me into the back seat. As I am hauled over the seats, the friend runs his hand over my naked ass and between my legs. His fingers touch my pussy and I shudder. I reach in the darkness for support and my hand accidently grabs his cock. God! It's hard, and so big. I squeeze it without thinking. It is automatic. The friend's body draws up tight and he moans softly. Quickly I pull my hand away.

Sorry, I say as I am falling into Jake's arms..

"About what?" Jake says.

I put my hand on his cock by mistake. I didn't mean to.

"Well, how did it feel?"

Hard, I say. And big.

"Don't you want it?" he asks.

No, I lie.

"You're lying."

No, I'm not.

The friend does not speak. 

Jake is naked. His cock is hard. He sits me in the middle of the back seat, so that I am facing the console dividing the two front seats. The friend looks at me, frustrated. He wants me back in the front seat, so he can take me. Jake tells me to spread my legs, and I do. I am flushed and hot from wrestling his friend, but I feel safe in the backseat with him. I will do as he says. He kisses me and I love him. His kisses are delicious, but tonight they are hot, boiling, rough because he is so hot from our escapade. He puts his hand on my pussy and I spread my legs wide, as wide as I can. His fingers run over my lips and inside my wet pussy. I gasp and moan. It feels so good. The friend is watching.

"I can't see her," he complains.

"There is a flashlight in the glove compartment."

No, I say. No lights. Pleases!

The lover gets the flashlight and turns its beam on me.

This is embarrassing, I say.

He runs the beam over my tits, my mouth, then down toward my pussy. I try to close my legs but Jake says no. So I stop. The friend leans forward close to me and shines the light on my pussy. Jake pulls my lips open so he can see me completely. I close my eyes. I am mortified. The friend is looking me over closely, inspecting me, knowing I will be his before this night is over, after Jake has filled his desires.

Jake lays me down in the seat and spreads my legs. I look back at the friend in the darkness. He is watching, shining the light on our naked bodies. Jake kisses me deeply and it feels so good. I moan deep in my throat. Slowly he licks between my legs, my pussy. His tongue is warm and soft. It feels so good. I pull my legs up and open. I know the friend is watching. I can see him in the front seat, a dark shadow, watching, spotlighting me with the flashlight. He watches Jake eating my pussy. But I don't care. All I want is Jake's tongue. And he gives it to me. He eats my pussy with long strokes of his tongue, going in and out, sucking my pussy into his mouth, his tongue searching for all the right places. He knows where they are, from practice. 

I am groaning loudly now. I can't help myself. Jake drives two fingers into my pussy and I scream with lust. He pumps hard with his hand, his fingers driving in me, banging against my G- spot, deep inside of me. I can feel myself ready to cum. He straddles me and trails his cock between my tits. My nipples are hard and erect. Now his cock is in front of my face. I know what he wants me to do. 

I see his friend watching. He is motionless. I grab Jakes cock and suck it into my mouth. I keep my eyes on his friend's face. I stare into his eyes as I lick Jakes cock and suck on it. The friend wants me to suck his cock. I know he does. I can see it on his dimly lit face, in his dark eyes. And he is a man, after all. I taunt him with my tongue, running it up and down Jake's cock. His friend wanted to watch!, I think vengefully, Now let him watch! I make gurgling sounds deep in my throat and groan loudly with passion as I suck Jakes cock and pump it with my hand. I keep my eyes on his friend. Jake grabs my hair and fucks my mouth.

Yeah, baby, I say. Fuck me, fuck me in the mouth! I love it! Love it! You taste so good! 

Jake is bucking hard, driving his cock deep into my throat. I am doing a good job, putting on a good show for these two guys. I see his friend grab his cock. It is long and thick. Hard. He strokes it. I watch him and he knows it. He reaches back and grabs my hand, pulling it toward his engorged cock. I resist. Jake gets between my legs and rams his cock inside my soaking pussy. 

Oh, God! Its so good! I scream. Fuck me. Fuck me. 

With my hand, I search in the darkness for his friend's cock. But Jake pulls my hand back. I pull my legs up to my chest and hunch Jake's cock. With every plunge, his hips slap against my ass. The windows are steamed with our heat and passion. 

"Let her touch my cock," his friend begs.

"No," Jake says. "She is mine."

"Let her suck it, please!" 

He is desperate. I feel sorry for him.

"No! Never!"

"Then let me fuck her! Anything!" I think he is sobbing. I see in the darkness he is stroking his own cock. Fast and hard.

Jake screams loudly and cums inside me. I wrap my legs around him and squeeze him, shoving my pussy hard against him.

"Please," the friend says.

"No."

Let me do something for him, I say. He is in a bad way.

"No," Jake says. "That's not going to happen. You belong to me."

I am stunned. I thought he wanted me to fuck his friend.

I can suck him off. There's no harm in that, I say, taunting him with his own words. 

"NO! and Hell No!"

The friend is whimpering now. 

Let me give him some pussy, I say. Its only mercy pussy, not like I really want to. I thought you wanted me to fuck him, for both of you to fuck me. That's what you have said.

"No," he says. "Not tonight. Not now. Maybe some other time."

I feel so sorry for the friend. He is nice looking, and has a big cock. Maybe fucking him wouldn't be such a bad thing to do. It would feel good to have a big cock stretching me. Some other time with or without Jake. But tonight I am satisfied. Jake makes his friend drive on to Oklahoma City while we fuck again in the back seat. Poor friend. He pouts all the way. Well, maybe someday.



Hitchhikers



Chris

I judged that it was about ten o'clock with the sun already climbing high into the cloudless sky. It was hot and I was perspiring freely and had been since we left the town just after eight that morning. My shirt was sticking to my back and I paused to wipe my forehead with the bandanna from my neck.

I glanced at my watch to check the time and moved off, counting my paces again. I was four minutes out when I rechecked the watch, so either I was taking shorter steps or my pace was getting slower. I believed it was the latter as the heat was really strength sapping.

I began praying for some sort of vehicle to come to give us a lift. We'd only seen one in the past two hours, and that had been going the other way. The black ribbon of tarmac stretched out before us, shimmering in the heat. Little dust devils rose and fell, they too not having the strength to stay up with the small, slight gust of wind that did nothing to cool us down. If we didn't get a lift soon, it would be well after sundown before we got to the next town.

My name is Chris, and walking slightly ahead of me was Tom, my college roommate, sharing for the past six months. I've just reached eighteen years of age and Tom is four months older than I am, and due to that fact, and also that he'd been in the room first, sort of made him the leader.

I'd no objections to that, as by nature I would say that I was a shy person. But don't get me wrong with that. I could talk quite easily to most people, and answer their questions, but I was always rather hesitant to instigate any sort of conversation. 

The sun was really getting hot, and being a natural blonde, I would get red and burn before I tanned. My forearms were already red and I could feel that happening to the back of my neck. I envied Tom his colouring, as he tanned so easily and quickly. I adjusted the bandanna again to cover as much of my neck as possible. 

We both were wearing jeans and sturdy hiking boots, shirts sticking to our backs, even though they were open to the waist, and rucksacks. The straps of which were cruelly cutting into my shoulders and just to add to my discomfort, was sure I was getting a blister on my foot.

'Doesn't anybody drive in this part of the country,' I heard Tom mutter, and as if to belie his words, the sound of tyres humming on the asphalt came to our ears from behind. We both stopped and turned to face the approaching vehicle, and held out our thumbs in the universal gesture that begs for a lift, hopeful expressions on faces. 

It was a large 'Overlander' four wheel drive peoples carrier, and I could see that it held two persons in the front seats. As it got closer it became apparent that it was a man driving and that the passenger was a woman. She looked at us and I saw her lean towards the driver as the vehicle swept past us. Whatever she said had its effect, because the car suddenly slowed and came to a stop about thirty yards ahead of us. The woman got out and waved for us to come forward. We jogged up to the car, more sweat breaking out with this short show of exertion.

'Going far?' she asked as we arrived and stopped in front of her, slipping the rucksacks off our shoulders.

'As far as you can take us,' Tom replied.

'Throw your kit over the back seat,' she said, opening the rear door, 'and get in. It's bloody hot out here. You,' she said, pointing to me, 'You can sit in the front, and you,' to Tom, 'can ride with me in the back. Come on, quick. We're losing the air conditioning.' We obeyed and, for a big woman, she was very agile and quick in following her own directive. The air in the car was lovely and coldly crisp, and made me gasp as goose bumps came out on my arms. I could see Tom in the rear view mirror, this car had two of them, and he also shivered. The woman saw this and gave his arm a rub with her hand.

'My name's Thelma, and the bum driving is my husband, Trevor.' We said our hellos and Tom did our introductions. I gave Trevor a nod and saw that Thelma still had her hand on Tom's arm.

'Thanks for this lift. It's much appreciated. It was getting rather hot out there,' Tom said.

'Think nothing of it,' Thelma answered. 'We couldn't let two young fella's like you suffer out in that sun, an' we know that not much travels on this here stretch of road around this time of day.' I saw her hand drop from sight, and by the angle of her arm guessed that the hand had come to rest on Tom's thigh. I adjusted the mirror and saw that I was right.

'We're off to some friends of ours who live up off the highway apiece. They're having some sort of party, so, instead of coming next week, we thought we would drop in a little earlier.'

I could see her hand now rubbing itself up and down Tom's thigh, moving closer to his crotch with every stroke.

'Say! Would you two fella's like to come along? There's always plenty of food and drink, and I'm sure some of the girls will be there too. Maria lays on a good spread, believe me.'

I could see that Thelma's hand was now rubbing the bulge in his jeans and he was beginning to move about uncomfortably. 

'Well,' Tom laughed a little self-consciously, 'I'm game for anything,' giving Thelma a sideways glance to see if she picked up the innuendo. 'What about you Chris,' he said, giving me a short punch on the shoulder. I half turned my head and nodded.

'That's settled then,' said Thelma. 'Hit the gas Trev, and keep your eyes on the road. I'm going to be busy.'

Both her hands now moved over the front of Tom's jeans and undid the top button, and pulled down the zipper. She parted the front of them and putting her hand inside, pulled out Tom's growing erection. With a few hand movements, it was rampant and sticking straight up into the air from the folds of cloth.

She seemed fascinated by the colour differences as she held his throbbing piece of flesh in her hand, the pink head straining against the dark foreskin. Her lightly sun tanned hand seemed small and barely big enough to hold his cock upright. By shifting slightly myself, me also having an erection within my pants, saw Thelma unconsciously lick her lips and lower her head. Moving again, I saw her open mouth move to the head of Tom's cock and take it in.

I risked a quick look round and saw that Tom was staring straight ahead, looking at the back of Trevor's head. I flicked my eyes across at Trevor, but he never moved, his hands staying steady on the wheel as he drove the car.

Some anxiety on Tom's part must have conveyed itself to Thelma, because she lifted her head off of Tom's cock, its raw redness glistening with her saliva. 

'Don't worry about Trev,' she said with a smile, 'we both can do what we want to do. We swing, as I think it's called, so relax and let yourself go.' She gave his cock a squeeze. 'This is some tool that you carry around, now enjoy what's coming and let it go.' Her head went back down on Tom and really gave him a working over. I could see him getting carried away and when his legs stiffened, I knew he was coming. Thelma's head kept going up and down and guessed that she was swallowing it as it came.

When she eventually lifted her head and sat up, her lips were wet and shiny and there was a small trickle of semen at the corner of her mouth, which her tongue flicked out and caught. Just like that of a lizard when it catches a fly on the wing. 

'That sure is some powerful poison that you got in there boy,' she said, licking her lips clean. 'Debbie will die when, er, if she can get a taste of that, and I'm sure of that and you are pretty well hung down there.' She even had Tom's balls out and was now holding them in her hand as though she was trying to guess the weight.

Tom gave her a small smile and nodded his head toward Trevor, still facing forward and driving.

'Ha ha,' she laughed. 'Trev knows what I like, and I know what he likes. As I said, we both swing every which way, don't we Trevor?'

'We sure do Honey,' he replied, 'I'm sorry about that Tom. I should have warned you. She eats anything that moves, and I do mean anything, so don't you worry none.'

I looked across at him and saw that he was smiling, so I guessed he was used to his wife giving blow jobs to perfect strangers, I didn't know then that she was a confirmed lesbian but still liked to suck on a cock now and then.

The car suddenly lurched to the left as we left the highway onto an unmarked dirt road that was heading out into the foothills some distance away. With the bouncing about of the car, I could see that Tom had great difficulty in putting himself away, but he eventually managed it.

The track finally reached the hills and weaved in and out and through some canyons before emerging out into a small valley. In its centre, was a sprawling white building, Spanish style with its low red sloping roof that overhung the white walls with many arches. There were trellises covered in greenery and bright flowers that surrounded the open end of a sparkling blue swimming pool. We bumped down the last of the track and Trevor pulled up and parked in a shaded car port with the dust 

cloud that had followed us down, dispersing in the slight wind and settling on the two other already dust covered cars that were parked there.

'Welcome to Pancho's Villa, ha-ha,' laughed Trevor, 'that's what we call him. Pancho! His real name is Sebastian, but everybody calls him Pancho on account of the house, see?'

We did see and agreed with him as we disembarked from the car. The dust was still settling and the heat from the sun hit us after the coolness of the car. I fell in step beside Tom, and we followed Thelma and Trevor around the house corner and into the pool area.

The water of the pool was an inviting cool looking blue, sparkling in the sun. There was one figure in the water; a female I thought, but couldn't be sure because the reflected sunlight made it difficult to tell. But it definitely was a female that reclined on a lounger on the other side of the pool. The sun's rays were caressing a magnificent pair of breasts, and even in that supine position, the rounded mounds were full and the nipples pointed skyward. Silicone implants was my first thought, but as I found out later, they were completely one hundred per cent flesh and blood.

Thelma had stopped and raised a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun, and must have recognised the figure in the pool. She gave out a squeal, and kicking off her shoes, swiftly pulled her dress up and over her head and threw it to one side. She wasn't wearing any underclothes and standing just in front of us completely naked. With another squeal, she ran to the water's edge, her white buttocks jiggled and jounced as she moved and leapt into the pool.

The figure that was already in the water rose up, making me realise that this must be the shallow end of the pool, and I could now see that it was a woman. She too was bare breasted and the drops that she scattered flicked rainbow colours over us from the refracted sunlight. 

Thelma surfaced next to her and they both went into an embrace and started kissing each other. The force of Thelma's surge from the water, and the forward lunge, toppled them over, and with their lips glued together, sank below the surface.

Trevor's beckoning hand drew our eyes away from the water, and he led us past glass sliding doors on our right, the water being on the left, and towards a table at the other end of the pool. Seated there were three people, two of whom rose as we approached, the third being a young woman, remained seated.

'Hello Trevor, you're early! About a week,' and Trevor laughed and embraced the other man with both slapping each other's back.

'You know I cannot keep away from Maria's cooking. Let me introduce you to some new young friends that we found lost out on the highway. Tom and Chris. And this is Pancho.'

I leaned forward and shook a hand that had a firm grip saying the usual words of greeting. He was about thirty odd years of age, nicely tanned and lovely light blue eyes in a very pleasant face. His shirt was open to show a good chest also as bronzed as his face. He wore a sarong in the fashion of a Hawaiian islander.

The next man was Richard. He too looked to be about the same age and also had a well tanned body. I didn't like his choice of swimwear really, the trunks looking as though they were made from a tartan kilt. His handshake was firm as well and not a macho type bone crusher that some men like to use.

The young girl was a striking beauty, a Eurasian I guessed, and her name was Heloise. Her tiny hand was soft and small in mine and she gave a small flutter of her lashes as she smiled at me. The eyes were very dark and seductive and her teeth showing up very white in her tanned face. Her breasts, that were uncovered, were small and looked as firm as round apples, with large dark aureoles and small pert nipples in the centre.

When Tom finished his round of handshakes, Pancho spoke, 'Welcome to the villa and I can see that the first thing you would like is a nice cold beer. Santos!' he called over his shoulder at the open door behind him. 'Five cold beers please.'

It must have been anticipated, because almost a once, the houseman, wearing a white jacket, appeared with five bottles of beer, speckled with frost, and glasses on a silver tray. Both Tom and I declined the offered glass and took a bottle each, and almost as one, we lifted them to our mouths and downed the contents without taking the bottles from our lips.

'Bravo,' clapped Pancho, 'you must have been thirsty. Another two if you please Santos. Would you like a swim,' his hand waved at the pool, and without waiting for an answer, 'Trevor. Take the two young men and show them where they can change for a swim. I can see from their faces that it would be most welcome.'

We nodded our agreement at that last statement, and putting down our empty bottles on the table, followed Trevor round this upper end of the pool. We passed a small, but well equipped gym and then into a changing room that had shelves of towels, swim suits etc.

'There are showers just through there and a sauna too, but with this weather,' he laughed, 'it's not used very much.'

Tom quickly stripped off his dusty clothes and started to sort through the trunks, and a gold coloured pair he threw across to me. Trevor had selected a red pair and was soon out of the door with a, 'See you in the water,' as he disappeared. I faced the wall as I stripped down and quickly put on the trunks that Tom had tossed over. He, meanwhile had found a white nylon pair that suited his colouring and put them on. They were a bit tight and he took a moment or two to adjust himself inside them.

Our appearance at the poolside was, I think, a bit theatrical. Two young men, both muscular, fit and healthy, ebony and ivory as we paused at the edge of the pool. Then together, we dived into that welcoming coolness and stayed down till the need for air made us surface. We looked at each other and then raced away down to the shallow end, churning up a huge froth of water behind our flailing feet, we turned and continued back to the deep end. I think Tom touched just ahead of me, but I'm sure it appeared as a dead heat. There was applause as we touched from those that were watching as we had raced. I also think that the reason he touched ahead of me was because I had brushed against Thelma as I passed her.

Thelma swam down to us and introduced us to the other woman in the pool who came up behind her. Her name was Claire and she was the wife of Richard. And your lover too Thelma, I thought as we shook hands with her as we trod water.

The girl who had been on the lounger came and sat down on the side of the pool and dangled her legs in the water next to Tom.

'Hi,' she said, her voice low and husky, 'my name is Debbie.' Tom swung round, trapping her legs between his arms and chest. She was leaning forward and Tom had to lean his head right back, his view of her face being obscured by her large breasts swinging just above him.

'Nice to meet the pair of you,' he said to those beautiful mounds slowly swinging over his head. I could see that she had a lovely face and a smile to match.

'I'm Tom and that's Chris over there.' I gave a little wave in her direction and sank below the surface. I could see her legs moving and it looked as if her toes were scratching at Tom's chest. I blew to the surface in time to see Tom reach up his arms, and she automatically took hold of them, but was surprised when he held on and lunged backwards.

She fell into his arms and had her breasts crushed to his chest as they went under. She'd had the wit to take a lung full of air before submerging and also to swing her legs up around his waist, clamping them tight, forcing air out of him. They rose up and broke the surface, he was choking and she was laughing. She helped him to the side and pushed him up the ladder to cough up the water he had swallowed. She followed and stood in front of him, legs apart and her hands on hips, her tits heaving up and down, and bouncing about with her laughing. Tom finally straightened up and Debbie stopped laughing when she looked down at his groin.

'My God! It's a horse!' she exclaimed. As Tom was sideways to the pool, we could see what Debbie meant. It seemed that it had been a waste of time him putting on that costume. With it being wet, it was now almost transparent. His cock was curled above his balls and all were clearly visible. Debbie seized him by the shoulders and swung him round till he faced those at the table and those in the pool.

'Look what I've found girls,' she screamed. Thelma laughed from the water, 'Too late honey! I've already seen, felt and tasted it,' she screamed back as she rolled her eyes. The eyes of the other women, those that I could see, gleamed with pure lust. I also had a funny feeling that I might have looked the same way, because I saw a look of surprise in Tom's as he looked at me.

Debbie then grabbed Tom from behind, her breasts squashing up against his back, her hands coming round and delved into his trunks and held him fast. It must have excited him because we could actually see it growing in size in her hands. I swear he was blushing as he then clamped his own arms over hers and fell forward into the water amongst us.

There was a great swirl of splashing as the three girls fought with Tom. I went under and watched as they got his trunks off between them and freed his now erect cock. I surfaced in time to see one of them, Claire I think it was, throw his suit out of the pool. Tom then swam down to the shallow end and back, taking it slowly. I guess it was to gain time for the cool water to reduce his size.

Having seen him in the showers and in our room at college, I knew that when reduced, he was still bigger than some men when erect. I'd seen some of the envious glances cast his way and the racist talk about his parentage.

I'd not been with him long when he told me a little about himself. His grandfather had been a Negro who'd married a Mexican woman, who turned out to have some wealthy relatives that had left her enough money to send his father to medical school, from which he became a doctor. He was in the U.N. Peace Corps and met a married his mother, a Malayan half caste. Her mother had been pure Malaysian while her father had been an English army officer. His father had been killed ten years before by a mortar bomb attack on the hospital where he had been treating the wounded. He also had a brother a few years older than himself. He said that he was black from one grandfather and white from another, and khaki from the distaff side.

There was only a slight trace of Negro in his face and his hair was straight like his mother's. Then he laughingly said that he got his cock from his grandfather, his balls from his father and the spunk from his mother.




Hitchhikers' Erotic Reward



ONE

As regularly as clockwork, once a year, Bette Medway and husband Sam have a fearful row, the tears flow from Bette as she races away in fury and within a couple of days the rains come, breaking several months of drought.

Bette returns home and she and Sam disappear into the bedroom for 24 hours, and so begins another annual cycle.

On this occasion, tears streaming down her sun-weathered face, Bette roared along their three-quarters of a mile private track to the highway where she paused, having to decide whether to turn left or right. Usually she turns right in the rugged 4WD vehicle and heads to the coast a day's drive away – one day to get there, one day to be there, one day to drive back home.

Boring!

She turned inland although having no intention of driving to the desert was more than a day's drive away, though where it really begins is a matter of speculation and drough patterns.

Her keen eyes spotted a figure perhaps a mile away – just a speck that had stood up waiting to thumb a lift. Company would be nice, but who can you trust these days? she thought. If it's a marooned motorist or someone injured she would stop, but not for a hitchhiker of dubious character and probably a foreigner as well.

She passed the figure on the roadside – it was a male, as to be expected, being solo. He'd thumbed but she ignored him and covered him with dust.

Looking in the rear vision mirror Bette saw the cheeky prick giving her the fingers. Right, mate, you're for for a tongue lashing. She braked to a stop on the road that continued on for another twenty seven miles, dead straight. 

Let the cheeky sod come up to her, she'd give him a tongue lashing and be off. She locked the doors just in case he became nasty.

The traveller took his time walking the distance. Bette sighed and wondered why after her annual dust up with Sam it was she who took off – why couldn't that mean bastard of a husband take his turn and effect the necessary separation!

By the time the poor sod reached the 4WD vehicle, Bette had almost forgotten her reason for stopping. She unlocked the doors and told him to jump in, handing him a cool beer and unscrewing the cap off one for herself. It was hot, 92 deg inside the vehicle.

TW0

Hitchhiker Ewan Carson had spotted the dust plume rising above the road behind a speeding vehicle, the first vehicle to approach him since the last one dropped him off four hours ago.

Sun glinted on the windscreen of the vehicle as he rose to his feet, wishing for a ride with a very pleasant person who'd hand him a cold beer.

The vehicle flashed byand he caught the haughty look of the shelia who otherwise ignored him. So he stepped out on to the roadway, coughing dust, and gave the heartless bitch the fingers.

Unbelievably he saw the brake lights go on. She stopped, almost a quarter mile away, and made no effort to reverse towards him. The bitch!

Obviously she couldn't have seen his obscene gesture, otherwise she wouldn't have stopped. As he got nearer the vehicle the front passenger door opened so he went to that side.

"G'day," she said in a broad Aussie accent. "Going my way, which is straight ahead?"

"Well, I don't really know where I'm going, as I have yet to decide."

"Struth, join the club. Hop in."

Ewan had no idea which club he was about to join, but got into the vehicle and smiled gratefully at the angel, aged about forty, who'd stopped and handed him a dream cool beer. He could have kissed her.

"Thank's, my name is Ewan Carson."

"Hi, I'm Bette Medway off a station near here. Where are you from, Ewan?"

"New Zealand."

"Where's New Zealand?"

Oh shit, here he is miles from God knows where, and he has to meet the only female comedian in all of Australia.

"It's the land of intelligentsia when Australians go for their vacations and think they've arrived in Heaven."

"Oh, bless my luck, here I have picked up the only Kiwi alive with a humor," she giggled.

Ewan decided he liked this Aussie with her tear-stained face.

"Where would you like to be taken?" she asked. "I can offer Sydney, Brisbane, Adelaide Perth but not Tasmania."

"Dunno, I was hoping you could take me to some magical place in this part of your region."

Bette was about to deny such a place existed, when she thought of one she'd visited as a girl – a fabulous place, etched deep in her memory.

"There's one such place if you don't mind a bit of a drive; it's almost 250 miles bearing a little north of here."

"Oh, I can't let you do that – that's a long way away."

Bette slammed the vehicle into gear and set off.

"We're on our way mate, first turn on the right fifteen miles down this road.

"We're fully provisioned and the old girl is carrying a drum a diesel, we've got two radio handsets that work so we're free to go ride-about. I need something to cheer me up, this adventure should do it."

They belted along and in less than four hours arrived at an ancient upheaval in the monotonously flat terrain that they had been driving at for the past half hour. The up-rise is split by a canyon, Bette had said, as she nursed the bucking vehicle over the very rough terrain sparsely covered in saltbush.

They arrived at 'the place' as she called it, being just as Bette had described it: on the floor on both sides of the narrow lake in the canyon was a thriving box ironbark ecosystem of grey, yellow and long leaf gums with a scattering undergrowth of what Ewan thought comprised mainly cat's claw, grevillea and wattles.

"Are there snakes?"

"Probably."

"Er, crocodiles?"

"No, they're way up north?"

"Stingers?"

Bette looked at Ewan and grinned.

"You Kiwis are paranoid about our less than friendly critters. You fool, stingers are saltwater jellyfish and they're only found in northern waters way up the Queensland coast, across the top and down a bit into Western Australia."

"Why don't you explore and look for some 'roos – should be at least a couple of species here and try to identify some of the birds – the ones with long legs in the water are called waders and the ones that scream at you are called whatever. Watch out for spiders."

"Spiders," gulped Ewan.

"For fuck sake, Ewan. Go! Oh, don't drink the water."

As soon as he was out of sight the near-bursting Bette squatted behind the vehicle, urinated and felt very much more relaxed.

She grinned, thinking about her young man walking in trepidation through the only decent bit of bush for almost three hundred miles. 

There was a lake surrounded by bush quite near where she picked up Ewan, but she'd not wanted to go east, and anyway other people would be around, some of whom probably knew her. When she'd driven by Ewan and then stopped, the thought of possibly making some use of him popped into mind and her crotch flexed in anticipation.

Ewan returned disappointed.

"I didn't see any 'roos hopping about."

"They would have seen you – they will be lying down in the shade at this time of day, resting."

"The water looks crystal clear."

"That's correct, Ewan, but it's likely to contain water-borne parasites that perhaps are best left in the water."

"Why is this place called McGinty Springs – is it named after the guy who found it?"

"Women also do more than cook and make beds, Ewan. A Mrs McGinty discovered this natural phenomenon in 1886.

"Very few people have visited here because it's so remote, the landscape too rugged to support any kind of farming. It is believed to be fed by an underground river draining flood plains which eventually resurfaces to feed into the Darling River."

Ewan smiled, and chirped: "The Darling River is 860 miles long and feeds into the Murray and that combined river systems drains and waters a basin covering more than 400,000 square miles - or about fourteen percent of Australia."

"Oh my, don't tell me they have schools in New Zealand," grinned Bette sarcastically.

Ewan chose to ignore that.

"I feel privileged to have being bought here, Bette. I guess there are no shops or accommodation within cooee, like for hundreds of miles."

"Well said, but I am carrying camping gear and food. You shall be my guest."

"That's very generous of you Bette."

Now that they were standing in the shade, relaxing, Ewan took a close look at his hostess, with her sun-bleached multi-colored fair hair and khaki shirt wet with sweat under her armpits and between her breasts. She was tall and a tad plump and overall she looked, um, sexy despite her baggy khaki shorts and sandals. He wondered why she was out here alone and with him with no apparent purpose.

Was she on the run?

THREE

Bette looked at the strongly built young man who was probably in his mid-twenties. She'd never been unfaithful to Sam and wondered if that was about to change, as the more she looked at Ewan's wide chest in his white polo shirt the more she felt aroused.  

She'd taken a risk bringing a man she didn't know to such a remote place, she knew that, yet didn't feel afraid. He had a sensitive look about him. If she wanted something to happen it was up to her to make it happen.

"I'm changing into my bikini to go in and cool off," she said.

"Right."

Bette opened the back of the vehicle and changed into her bikini bottom, pushing the top in under the floor carpet.

"Oh damn."

"What's the problem?"

"I seem to have left my bikini top behind."

"You go for your swim, I'll go for another walk."

"We should go into the water together; it is unwise to swim alone. You won't be too embarrassed if I'm without a top, will you?"

"No, of course not. What you suggest makes sense. I'll only be in a bottom piece myself."

Bette rubbed her breasts, palming her nipples to get them up. She walked out from behind the vehicle, walking straight at Ewan. The look of admiration was on his face instantly, which pleased her. She decided to push her luck.

"What do you think?"

"You have beautiful breasts."

"I'm glad you think so, I was hoping you'd be interested."

"Interested?"

"Yes, sexually."

"Oh my God," Ewan said, his voice thickening.

"Come here," said Bette, holding out her arms.

He came forward quickly, showing little embarrassment.

"Are you happy to be consorting with a married woman, Ewan?"

He swallowed, and looked at her.

"Oh, yes, Bette, and I'll tell you this: I won't mind if this heats up. It's been my dream to make love to an older woman. I've thought about it a lot."

"Oh, Ewan," sighed, Bette, drawing him in tightly. They then went hand in hand to the water, not unlike excited teenagers.

Minutes later they were on a thick waterproof blanket that Bette had packed as a ground sheet. It being a comfortable base for a shafting though that had not been on Bette's mind when she'd put the roll in the back of the wagon.

She sat on her haunches, now with her bikini bottom removed. Ewan was off, having a pee. He returned carrying his swimming shorts. Bette licked her lips, looking at his trim figure. His penis was at half-mast, and looked not particularly long but was rather fat, which pleased her as she was not looking to be staked by the ground by eight inches or so of throbbing meat.

Ewan slid in to settle on his haunches, his left leg slipping in between Bette's knees, which brought him right up to her.

She'd expected him to lunge for a boob, but instead he stroked her drying hair on hanging over her shoulders and asked gently, "Do you have a fantasy?"

Of course she did, but there was no way she was going to tell him.

"No, I'm just a conventional housewife," she said, evasively, expecting to get away with it.

"I don't believe that for a minute," he said, nibbling her ear.

A tremor swept through Bette. Sam was a 'Bam, bam, thank you ma'am' thruster, she'd always wondered what it would be like draped in sheer silk finery and fed aphrodisiac-laced jelly sweets by a cruel looking sheik with the most sensitive fingers in the world, who wanted a single fuck to last all night. She'd drip just thinking about it.

"I-I..." 

She halted midstream, it was too absurd. Take the 'bam, bam'; being young he'd be keen to demonstrate his virility so would want to sink it in repeatedly and eventually he'd slow down and perhaps then feel there was time to smell the flowers and do some cute things to her.

Ewan was not letting her off the hook.

"I-I?" That's not an answer."

Bette was unable to suppress it: she flushed heavily and felt the heat run down her neck and over her breasts. She was relieved that Ewan didn't comment, beyond a gentle "Hmmmmm."

A moist tongue flicked around her eye, arousing her. Then came the whisper she had to strain to hear: "Tell my about this innermost desire, my darling."

"My darling?" A series of gentle orgasms seemed to trickle out of Bette's backbone and seep through her belly and pelvic region and dissipate early into her thighs. She bit her lip to ensure she made no sound.

"I've often thought about being strummed out in a prolonged bout of erotic love-making. Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?"

Ewan's hazel eyes had turned dark brown and he stared straight at her, his tongue running along his top lip. 

Bette quivered.

"Do you have a viabrator here, preferably a soft one?"

She nodded weakly, wondering how a young man of his age would know about such a thing.

"Fetch the small square make-up bag in the back of the wagon."

Ewan went to the vehicle where he immediately saw the string to a bikini top hanging out from under the carpet. He grinned and grabbed the make-up kit.

Bette had not moved and her eyes fixed on his dick which had softened a little and was swinging obscenely against his thighs.

"Oh my," she whispered.

"There are two in there – take your pick."

Ewan left the wand massager, choosing instead a simply soft jelly waterproof viabrator with a pointed head. He palmed the 5-inch device and moved back into position.

Ewan ran his lips over Bette's eyes in an unhurried manner, making little noises in his throat, which she chose to answer as if in mating mode.

Their lips met at last, just touching tantalizingly then she felt the tip of his tongue make an exploratory probe, sending a shiver down her back. 

She yielded and his tongue penetrated gently and was met her hers. 

Ewan grunted as they tongued and he worked the viabrator around the base of Bette's ear at the lowest setting, dulling for her the distant bawdiness of a gang of parrots in the tree-tops on the other side of the springs.

Their saliva dribbled and with her eyes closed Bette waved away at flies or any other insects on the hunt for moisture over warm flesh. She tried unsuccessfully to delicately suck the invading tongue to the back of her throat but it would not untwine from hers. 

Just as she drew in a deeper breath to increase suction Ewan chose to pull back to look at her deeply, reaching out to part her fringe and dab her forehead with a soft kiss, that precipitated a tiny flow of moisture on to her lightly haired vulva. The vibrator was now just working idly on her spine, really doing nothing for her. It stopped.

Ewan reached down and drew up her left breast with both hands, licked the nipple and blew on it. She loved that, and looking down could see his engorged cock with its ugly red and purple head ready to slam between her thighs. More moisture leaked from her. 

But she had to endure the wait of watching her lover administer to her right breast as if there were some rule about having to display parity in treatment when trying to rev her up by playing with her breasts. Her groin felt warm and tight, ready to be plundered.

Thank goodness, she thought that he was no longer playing with the viabrator like a third hand. More than likely she'd have ejaculated over his cock as soon as it reached the entrance of her vagina had the intensity of his assault continued at that level. 

Now what was he doing?

The young man from New Zealand had his nose between her now very swollen 34s that drooped too much for her liking when unsupported – but that's what having two children (at boarding school) do for you, she sighed. Then she yelled, scaring the birds, when Ewan pushed her hangers between his cheeks. It wasn't the hair stubble that set her off; no, he was grunting and snorting and blowing like a rooting pig.

A tingling ran right to her toes and Bette could feel moisture running down her thighs to the blanket. Frantically she patted him on his shoulder blades, signaling him to hurry up. She sighed, expecting to be ignored – and she was. 

Another two rounds of repulsive between-breasts snorting occurred and Bette knew her nipples had become rock hard; repulsive perhaps, but it had wound up her motor, she had to concede. If the fool only shoved it into her now he'd be given one of the best fucks of his life.

Bette realized he was looking at her again, smiling and he asked, "Is this to your likening my fair lady?"

She nodded dumbly but knew he could see passion etched into her face.

He raised an eyebrow, and she found her voice: "Keep going, my sweet prince."

A hot embarrassed flush hit Bette's upper body; she never talked stupidly like that to anyone, not even when husband Stan was licking her out and refusing to halt although she would be screaming, practically swinging off the rafters above their bed and appealing to him to stop. 

She grinned and thought, well my girl, just let it all hang out – imagine you are on holiday in a strange distant land with sheiks and your silks flowing in the wind. Tears came to her eyes; she was s-o-o-o happy.

"Lay back my sweet," he said and strong arms lifted he as she freed her legs and felt herself being lowered. 

She spread her knees and raised them, hoping the sight of her wet vulva that probably was showing slightly gaping pink would trigger his sex drive, causing him to lose this idiotic languorous foreplay that was driving her nuts and hopelessly sending her emotions and senses into a labyrinth of dead-ends. 

She tried to imagine what he'd do now – lick her toes? 

She had the insane thought that if he tried that one on her she'd grab the rifle from the wagon and force him to fuck her conventionally or else risk geting a bullet through his knee-cap.

This treatment of her was inhumane, she felt like weeping, she felt like laughing and she squeezed her left boob painfully and that was the test: at that instant she knew she'd been aroused like never before. She was on the verge of becoming a quivering, useless heap of femininity – but she didn't want that. She wanted to screw him wildly, to show him what a real country girl Australian could do for a man.

Better to unleash a deep and long moan to alert Ewan that she was fully primed. She unleashed a long, guttural moan and immediately felt his hands sweep over her forehead and down over her ears.

Obviously he curtailed his preamble because hanging right over her mouth was a sack containing two very fat testicles above which protruded the object of her desire. She licked at the sack just as she felt his tongue penetrate into the opening of her vagina. 

Bette groaned and reaching up grasped his rigid dick and bent it into her mouth, moving gently avoid harming him; the flexible assembly of muscle, membrane, glans, blood entrapment cylinders and goodness knows what else bent obediently and entered her mouth like a pilotless aircraft.

"Mmmmmmm!" breathed Bette, accepting this time-wasting exercise as inevitable.

Her passion shaped her whole being; she was ready for everything Ewan threw at her, whether it be teeth, fists, tongue, fingers or a plummeting dick of widening proportions. 

She got most of his dick into her throat then withdrew it slowing to flick her tongue around the head before removing it all together for an inspection then some more tongue-on-tip play.




Hitchhikers' Erotic Reward Ch. 02



In answer to a bit of 'moral' outrage as well as an equal number of requests from readers who don't wish to be left hanging, I have written this unplanned sequel. EgmontGrigor

FOUR

Ewan's dream of sliding over a huge breast on a wave of cum was infiltrated by a more pragmatic brain signal: the need to eat. As his return to full alterness gathered he identified the smell of bacon being cooked on an open fire out in the bush in outback Australia. 

Cranking his eyelids apart, he saw a pair of naked tits dangling dangerously close to the fire, tits he'd licked and mauled the previous night in a gluttony of sex.

"Good morning, Mrs Australia," he greeted, unable to remember Bette Medway's name for the moment in the typical manner of a carnally driven male opportunist. 

"Hi there...um," responded Bette brightly, not at all embarrassed by her lapse. "Nice sleep...er...Evan?"

"Ewan."

"Sorry, of course. If you shag me half silly it's only naturally I'll wake up half silly.

"Go have your pee and return and sink your fangs into this tucker. By the way, my name's Bette Medway in case you've forgotten."

"Nah, I never forget a lover's name."

"What was the name of the female you last shagged before me, Ewan?"

"That's easy but whoa there. I must duck off for a pee."

"Right."

Tucking into bacon, eggs and potato mash, Ewan decided to engage in meaningful conversation.

"What does your husband think about you ripping around Australia on your own and sleeping with other men?"

"Firstly, I don't go more than a day's drive from home, so he assumes I'm safe as I'm near home. Secondly, mind you own fucking business."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry," said Ewan, beating flies to his last piece of cooling bacon. "I apologize if I offended you but I'm rather interested in the moral issues."

"I'm not offended you dickhead. I just said that to put you off in case you're engaging in idle small talk."

"I am genuinely interested."

"Really, are you genuine about anything Ewan?"

"I love my mum and dad. You say something insulting to me about them and you'll see how genuine I am about them."

"I'm also genuine in my feelings to my girlfriend Kate and I am also loyal to my boss at work and to the firm."

"But not loyal to this Kate."

"Of course I am. I care for her greatly and give her anything she wants badly enough and she'll be wanting me rather badly right now."

Bette looked at him with a thin smile, wiping her mouth and fingers with a paper napkin.

"Loyal to your Kate, eh? I suppose you discharged adherence to that concept by thinking it was her you were shagging last night instead of me?"

"Don't be absurd. You were totally in my mind, it was you I was shagging, and only you."

Bette chuckled.

"Well, perhaps it was; you certainly didn't lack enthusiasm and appeared to deposit everything you had!"

"Of course, and for your information Kate is aware that I will seek relief elsewhere if I am separated from her for more than a couple of days – I've discussed this with her."

"Oh, have you now. And she made a similar commitment?"

Ewan turned red.

"I see," said Bette. "She didn't, she chose to remain loyal."

"I object to that assumption. You are correct, she said she would not spread it about while I was away. But we discussed this like two mature adults and not in a confrontational manner nor with moralistic overtones that impinge on our right of choice."

Bette decided to ignore that sermon from the pulpit.

"Do you want more bacon – I want to build you up before we launch into our swan song in an hour or two?"

"No thanks, Bette. I'm fine, just this piece of bread and I'm done, though would like another coffee."

Bette put in a low punch.

"Your comment that you need to seek relief elsewhere is bullshit, absolute bullshit. You could use your hand instead of another women's mouth or vagina."

"It's my decision," Ewan said sullenly.

"I'm sorry," Bette said, pulling her hands above her head and yawning. "I've become rather too personal."

Bett's tits thrusting out like that caused Ewan's penis to stir.

"I'm thinking this guy is hankering for his breakfast," he said, holding his rising erection.

Bette grinned and cupping her breasts held them out to him.

"I said our swan song in an hour or two. There's no reason why we shouldn't practice for it."

"Grrrrrrrh," went Ewan, lunging at her.

"For fuck sake, don't push me in the fire," she yelled.

Although Bette is not a light woman, Ewan managed to scoop her up to take her to the safety of the blanket away from the fire.

They kissed passionately as if wanting to make amends for their rather abrasive discussion.

"How would you like it?"

"Slowly," Bette replied. "We've just had breakfast."

"A long and slow sixty-nine."

"Oh you clever boy. Roll on to your back."

FIVE Like the brave solider he was, Ewan looked at the cunt that had been backed up nicely and was drooped just above his mouth. It was fringed in dried cum and smelt like the bottom of an empty barrel at a fish market – but hey he thought, most of that was a result of him. 

He lifted his head and grunted, licked around a bit and then inserted his tongue, aware that it was not the sloppy place he'd wallowed in a few hours earlier but that would change once he went to work

Reaching up with a finger he made contact with the clit easily – easily because the good girl was full of beans, it being early morning and after some sleep she was lively ands on her hands and knees instead of sprawled over him like a beached porpoise. 

Ewan resolved to be kind to her as she was a highly interfacing woman stuck way out in a region than geologically was semi-hospitable. Despite that, she was a tough nut and seemed to have adapted well. 

Bette – why the fuck he couldn't remember her name earlier he'd never know, he'd always been good with four letter words. Bette was five letters but sounded like four or even three for that matter. Three – he never had trouble remembering tit.

Cheered up immensely now the morality crap was over-run in his mind by his latest thoughts, Ewan became more enthusiastic and could tell by the pressure on his dick being eaten half to death that Bette was appreciating his administrations.

As Bette had straddled Ewan, backing into the copybook position and lowering her head to get to work at her end; her nose warned her off and her eyes added to what her reliable snout had detected.

She giggled – snout! If any bloke referred to her nose as a snout she would have dropped him – the old 'one-two' that boxing people always go on about. Only hers would have been a knee to his balls and a solid chop to his throat learned in anti-rape training some years ago.

Gosh this Kiwi was good. He'd practically had her out on her feet – er, her back – last night, so much so that she hadn't bothered to take a quick wash in the lake or even clean her teeth, and her first desire on waking had been to get food into them and here they were, at it again, far too soon and she'd still not washed. 

Poor Sam, if he came at her with pongy breath she'd send him off to the bathroom and she routinely had them showering as soon as they recovered after sex, which inevitably meant a single shower as her husband was usually into single shot sex.

Gritting her teeth she licked tentatively at the cock projecting her way which smelt like...like. Well here's a tester girl, what does this pit down here smell like? She finally settled for a workers' bus full of males with a handful of females with hygiene problems below their navel. 

Yes, that was it! A rich aromatic blend of urine, dried cum, dried pussy juice, sweat and older stale body odor with an intensity a French perfumery would be proud of, once they got the blend rebalanced and the more hostile fragrances – which was all of them - masked and controlled.

She realized that Ewan's tongue was snaking into a similar unappetizing pit, the brave boy. Obviously he was a great Kiwi battler, as they say. 

Soon Bette became aware he was attacking with greater relish; she stifled a grunt and sunk her mouth on to the shaft, washing it with fresh saliva as she progressed along its length.

Then with her fist jerking the column and her mouth massaging the helmet of his cock, Bette wondered what Kate was like. She guessed Kate would have a sweet face, long black hair, be very intelligent with evidence of motherly instinct, lovely legs and probably a little shy – the kind of girl guys know to bring home to show their mother. It's an instinct thing young men have. 

She knew that Ewan would have been unable to resist a small essential – Kate would have big breasts.

Trying to picture Kate's sweet face and big tits made Bette shudder and she sent a wash over Ewan's face, the poor sod. She removed her mouth and fisted his dick furiously, slapping against the ridge of the helmet. He fired the first shot the sly bugger, without tensing or giving any warning in fact, catching her on the forehead and messing her hair, but that was a mess anyway.

Ewan then groaned and she obliged by slipped her mouth over the ejaculating head and cleaning him up as they went.

She sighed and rewarded the sod with greater togetherness by sinking her weight on to him. 

Sighing again Bette looked up and saw something that made her smile.

Rolling off Ewan she whispered, "Sit up very slowly and quietly and look straight ahead."

Oh Christmas, thought Ewan, there's a colony of deadly spiders marching out way. Let's kill the fuckers.

He rose to his knees, ready to do battle but immediately relaxed. There in the stand of trees were a group of grey 'roos, silently watching them.

"Now, all we need is a croc and I'll know I'm in heartland Aussie," he whispered. 

At that moment a couple of ducks landed in the water nearby with a splash. Ewan yelled "Shit!" and rolled right over Bette to perceived safety from the non-existent crocodile. This robust behaviour winded Bette a little, curbing somewhat her hysterical laughter at the antics of this funny man.

"I'm not safe to be out in the wilds, I'm a city boy," Ewan said defensively.

"Oh my poor boy," cooed Bette, taking the opportunity to mother him, cradling him and kissing his face profusely. Now she felt complete.

Far too soon Ewan opened his mouth and spoilt this idyllic moment for Bette, asking: "Do you do this to your husband."

"No."

"May I ask, why not?"

"Because his style is not to bare his emotions."

"Have you spoken to him about it, you obviously like doing it?"

"I have, but got the brick wall treatment so I never talk about it these days."

"But you still fuck?"

"Oh yes, in the main I get the perfunctory 'Turn over darling and I'll shaft you'."

"But when a big dry comes and we go day after day with hot weather knowing our stock and the land needs rain we get tense and scrap, the scraps turn into rows and then we have a dingo of a battle."

Ewan obviously was listening.

"And that's when you pack the wagon and take off – so you don't kill him."

Bette turned away quickly and said in a low voice she'd never do that. Ewan was left not knowing what to think.

"What happens when you return home – you kiss and make up?"

"Oh yes, he seems to forget himself. He goes crazy with happiness and ploughs into me as if we were back in our first years together. Don't laugh, please – but usually we remain in bed for a day and a night, just pigging out, fucking, sleeping and reading. It's virtually our annual holiday together."

"That sounds super."

"It is."

Ewan took the moral high ground.

"I guess there are moral issues here. To be true to yourself when you run away into the wilderness, ought not you perfect your escape from an intolerable situation by purifying yourself in thought and body?"

"What, and don't look for the chance to grab some sex?"

"Yes, precisely."

"Listen mate, you've been out in the sun without a hat. This casual sex I have like this often produces some of the best sex I have all year. Can you imagine me giving up on that?"

Ewan looked nervous. This is not how she was supposed to react, he'd had a vague impression that she would have agreed with him, she'd burst into tears and he'd cuddled her and that would have led to great sex.

"Um." He didn't know what to say.

Bette shook her head, thinking the little bastard (he was bigger than her, but not by much), he thinks he can shag around and everything's rosy while women if they want release they can always go and do some knitting.

"I don't knit or sew, Ewan."

"Huh?" he responded, but she did not elaborate. 

Instead Bette stood up, pulled him to his feet and hauled him in to the lake to bath, taking towels and enviromental-friendly liquid wash with her. They smelled like alley cats, although she was sorry to demean alley cats.

After that, still naked, they went for a walk and Bette identified the wildlife they saw.

Back at the campsite they had another cup of coffee and while Bette put out the fire with water and then shoveled sand over the fireplace for additional security against a rogue fire, Ewan paid tribute to her.

"You've given me a great couple of days, Bette. I thank for that. It's the greatest spell of hosting I've ever received. You're a great lady, tough and uncompromising and yet funnily enough all heart."

"Don't be absurd."

"It's true, Bette – you give one hundred percent."

"Bullshit, you know I was out to drain you of cum."

"That's bullshit, and you know it Bette. You were a bored and lonely mess when you met me, guilty about leaving your husband in a crisis although I didn't know that till you told me. 

"You wanted someone who'd come close to loving you – at least to show you some tenderness and kindness but above all to talk to you with some bite to the conversation, something to get your mind into gear."

"This bullshit is making you sound silly, Ewan," said Bette, sniffing, unable to look at him, so she said, "Come on you lazy Kiwi bastard, help me break up camp. We'll load the vehicle but leave the blanket where it is because I want the farewell performance from you."

Of course, she knew the things Ewan had just said were right on the button.

When they returned to stand on the blanket, Bette took his penis in hand and it grew for her, Ewan facing her, arms resting over her shoulders. After kissing and tonguing they lay down and Ewan licked her wet, then rolled her on to her side and pulled her back towards him.

"Don't Ewan."

"It's not what you think. Lift your top leg and brace it with an arm."

Ewan pulled her into the shape he wanted – bent from the middle with the lower leg and upper body pointing away from him. He then went right in against her, feeding his dick into her cunt, causing Bette to groan in pleasure. Reaching over he played with a breast while beginning to pump.

"Rock back on to me in counter-rhythm," he said. "If you don't like it we'll try something else – I'm probably close to being knackered as far as cum supply is concerned. I'm not a 50-shot Aussie hero."

"You've done fine, admirably in fact. And I like this position and feel we going to have a great finale."

They humped slowly, trying to eek it out but inevitably the signs of imminent action came.

Ewan let go of the breast he'd rubbed red and arched his body back. Bette gasped as she took the slight increase in length of his thickening cock. She closed her eyes in rhapsody, her fingers busily working her clit while Ewan had a finger stroking that sensitive area between her vulva and asshole.

Beautiful sensations were flowing through Bette but enjoyment became tempered as her midsection heated up. 

She tottered on the brink, panting like a dog in need of water. She thought of her four dogs to prolong her period on the brink. She was unable to stifle a groan then reacting to that Ewan gave her a stinging slap on her ass.

She went "Eeeeeeeeeh" and gushed and felt Ewan's pumping cock beginning to jerk wildly and he threw his head back and yelled, "Holy shit" alarming birds out of the nearby trees and scattering water fowl.

The it was all over. 

They kissed and dropped into a brief nap.

Bette stirred them awake and they returned to the bath in the lake. She washed and dried Ewan and he reciprocated. 

Ten minutes later they were on their way, with Bette pushing Ewan to determine his depth of loyalty.

"Do you think you will marry Kate?"

"Nah, I like blondes," he laughed, stretching across and fondling Bette's bleached hair.

After almost four hours they passed the access track to her homestead, but she didn't look at it, only identifying the location to Ewan; she kept her eyes straight ahead. 

They drove for almost another two hours to crossroads wity a highway.

There time of sadness came, a moment that Bette would have intense thoughts about for the next couple of weeks. They kissed and had a tearful farewell; Ewan's eyes were definitely moist.

Then he got on to the road with his backpack. 

Bette had turned big 4WD wagon facing the oncoming traffic heading in the direction he wanted to go. There wasn't much traffic but the second vehicle she flicked her lights at stopped and the elderly couple picked up the hitchhiker.

Bette and Ewan waved to each other, then he was gone. 

Bette spent a long time her head in her arms over the steering wheel, then sniffed loudly headed homewards.

EPILOGUE

Almost six months after Bette's night at McGinty Springs, Sam came in with the mail and tossed Bette a letter.

"It's from New Zealand. Who do you know in New Zealand?"

"Oh, I met a hitchhiker a few months ago and gave him a ride and substance. He was very appreciative."

She opened it and found it was a wedding invitation with the photo of the engaged couple.

The pretty young woman was sweet-faced with long dark hair and looked very out-going and her breasts were not unduly large. Bette turned the photo over and on the back was scrawled 'Me and fiancée Kate.' 

Smiling, Bette knew that Kate had won through; she was glad, knowing that Ewan would do well in life under the guidance of a strong woman.

After reading the invitation Bette looked up the calendar for Rugby games for the season and joyfully went and found Sam who was repairing a water pump.

"We've been invited to a wedding in New Zealand next month."

Sam frowned and opened his mouth to retort, but Bette got in first.

"It's in Auckland the same venue and same week the Wallabies [Australia's Rugby team] will be playing New Zealand."

"A wedding you say," Sam said scratching his hair. "I guess we'd better go and may as well book tickets to the game.

"Get off me woman," he laughed as Bette pushed him against the workbench and began kissing him passionately.

THE END



Hitchhikers' Erotic Reward



It was a choice looking soldier, appearing to be robust and thick enough to tickle her insides and to hit her sweet spots, the slight upturn to its length increasing the possibility of infinite pleasure. 

She licked a drip that had emerged from the tip and groaning loudly went "Hmmmm!" in case Ewan was properly tuned in.

Bette felt her vulva being licked and then a tongue and at least two fingers entering her vagina and she involuntarily raised her hips to meet this friendly double invasion. 

She felt ready to burst.

Bette then lost count of time – probably it was merely minutes, but then the excruciatingly sensitive strumming of her vagina ceased and she opened her eyes alarmed – had he had enough and that was it? 

Her heart told her this could not be so; no man who'd played her so erotically would be so cold-hearted as to leave her on this precipice. No, she could not believe it could be so. But then men were so fucking cold-hearted.

She groaned, knowing she'd have to wriggle out from under him to speak, to urge, to beseech him to finish taking her to her ultimate release. 

She felt the tongue and fingers withdraw – oh no, he was going; probably he'd wanked himself off with his other hand to pleasure himself to a climax. Men were such bastards – how could he!

Then the familiar shape of her jelly-like toy entered her cunt – yes cunt, she was in no mood to address it as her vagina.

She breathed in deep relief but then the panic returned as she felt it being withdrawn.

Oh, no! The man is a maniacal torturer of unspeakable evil.

The device popped out of her dripping cunt and Bette's eyes opened wide in shock as she felt it being pushed, none too gently, into her rear orific where it had rarely entered.

Oh my, he was out to attempt to give her an anally-driven ejaculation. Oh, the innovative darling, the most glorious young man who'd ever walked this earth!

Straining, she spread her legs almost at right angles as she became aware that Ewan was lifting away from her. She grabbed her legs above the ankles and pulled them back even further, feeling increased pressure of her anus around the vibrator. 

Bette closed her eyes tightly and went almost into a trance and just at that moment six and a bit inches of hot, thick cock went up into her sloppy cunt in three quick jerks.

She squealed opened her eyes but really saw nothing as her eyeballs were rolling up into their sockets. 

The viabrator hit a higher speed and Ewan was thrusting into her rapidly and none too gently, a most appropriate assault. 

She thought of the poor boy, all this work; his nuts must have been screaming to get off and she hadn't spared him a thought, thinking only of her own desire for gratification.

She tensed, involuntarily squeezing against his thrusting dick and a wave of heat fired her lower body and she began ejaculating and she howled to the tree tops. 

At the same time her fingers dug cruelly into Ewans' ass cheeks and he groaned and then went "Awwwaaaaaaaaaaah" causing nearby birds to undergo a temporary migration. 

Feeling his ejaculations filling her from a shuddering dick made her cum again, and she slumped exhaustedly on to Ewan, absolutely drained and realizing they had been at for more than an hour, her longest fuck ever.

Bette felt the viabrator being withdrawn.

"Ewan?" she asked dreamily.

"Yeah, babe."

"Are you okay if we stay locked like this for a while; I'd like to drift off for a wee sleep?"

"Sure, I'm rooted anyway. My balls feel as if they've been turned inside out."

"Good – we can continue doing this for another couple of day perhaps three if you wish."

"I wish. I've just had the fuck of my life."

"Me too," Bette said drowsily. "Absolutely and by a long shot."

"Oh good - I'm starting to get hard again, Bette. Time I rewarded you again."

But there was no answer. Bette, leaking cum with Ewan still partly sprawled over her, was asleep.

THE END



Hitchhiker's Guide To Men



Recently I have read an article asking for a man to tell the male state of mind. Now what I say may not apply to every man but I'm sure most of us think in this way.

Now when we guys screw up you ladies seem to think we don't care. Nothing could be further from the truth. We just don't see it in the same light. I guess a good example is your man is working in the garage. While he is staring into his project you would ask "does my hair look ok?" he answers "ya" In a tone that shows no enthusiasm.

From my experience this is where you ladies assume that he did not even look, so there for he is trying to get rid of you, there for he doesn't give a shit about you or what you think, then all hell breaks loose and we end up on the couch. Well from what I understand this is the track in which the female mind works. Ten assumptions ending it that one and only reason some guy invented throw pillows.

Ladies believe it or not a guy thinks in a similar way. But we do it thinking about other stuff than if you like us. When you asked your famous question of death, you didn't realized he did see your hair in the corner of his eye. So when he said "ya" he meant it. But at that same moment he also figured out why his engine keeps stopping after 10 seconds. So se we don't have a one track mind it just seems that way.

And sometimes it seems like we are just trapped, mostly with all the questions you ladies ask.

The questions we really hate are things like "Do I look fat?" and "Do you think she is pretty?" these are two death sentences, "Do I look fat?", No matter what we say we are dead. If I say yea because I think you look great I am going to get accused of lying. Ladies believe it or not you are in no way ugly, if we get to this question you should already know the answer. "Of Corse not I like the way you look or I would not be dating you". 

If this question is common I would suggest doing some self searching to get rid of what ever daemons are giving you doubt, because sooner or later he is just going to start saying "yea" just to get the same punishment for the least amount of effort.

And ladies don't ask questions for which you don't want to know the answer.

"Do you think she is pretty?" guys have a natural instinct to look at women it is a reaction we try to fight it around you but its hard so asking this question is like giving a loaded needle to a recovering heroin addict.

We are being forced into a habit we are trying to stay away from and it is going to destroy our lives.

If you have a man he loves you for a reason and will not leave you no matter how many breasts he looks at. If he does you deserve better anyway.

If you haven't Found Mr. Right yet quit thinking it's because you are not attractive.

Believe it or not someone loves the way you are. If physical alterations are not working try showing your soul that is the attractive part.

I'm sure you've noticed guys don't seem to care how we look.

Well we do but the male philosophy is if I am going out with a girl I will show her my other traits she must already think I am attractive.

From what I noticed you ladies seem to either on a search for the perfect relationship or a path to self destruction.

Ladies we do love you and that's why we don't share feelings. For one you've probably noticed guys can't go a week without saying something to get them in trouble. And a lot or our feelings came from passed experiences including exes. So it we tell you about why we feel that way normally it is a bad experience we learned in a former relationship and don't want to tell you that because if we even mention our ex even for a negative reason. We might as well have answered yes to the fat question.

So if you ask a guy why he doesn't like something don't get mad if he brings up an ex, it's probably a bad experience and if you put jealousy aside you might be able to learn from her mistake.

And if the experience was not to bad you might be able to do something similar but using her mistake as a reference on what not to do you might be able a create a good experience to replace his bad one.

One thing I've noticed ladies is for some reason you think because we still look at women or watch porn that we are unfaithful. Not at all, like I said before looking in a natural addiction. And normally our thought about a hot woman is "damn look at the ass on that but I bet she can't do that thing like my woman does with a scrawny thing like that".

We do look at women and yes a little more than we should but we always want to come home to you because you have something more.

And he isn't going to cheat.

I know Jerry Springer still has a hit show but few guys actually cheat.

My fiancé and I have a pact if we catch each other cheating its over. Because if you can't trust the person you love don't be with them.

So ladies give him some room to cheat if he does you deserve better, if he doesn't you have a keeper.

And most guys watch porn for two reasons one to get ideas and two I know my girl likes sex so the more exited I get the more she enjoys it.

If you wander why guys spend a lot of time on hobbies and not talking a lot.

We like a challenge we can win, if we can make things work we like it.

And if you haven't noticed the battlefield of exposing ourselves to you isn't even and we will lose so we just avoid the battle.

I know some of my examples may be blown out of proportion. But the same message is still there.

We are not as complicated as you think. And we do try to fix our mistakes.

We just realize things can be fixed over time and with effort so we don't seem to react to problems like you.

And please quit taking all our actions to heart, well the ones you think are bad.

Men love you women or he wouldn't have been with you this long.

I hope this is helpful to both women and men thank you and good luck.