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The Hitchhiker

By: Dr G Spot



"Shit it's hot." 

She stood on the side of the road, looking towards the oncoming traffic and wondering if any of those sons of bitches in their air conditioned cars were ever going to stop and give her a lift.

When the job offer came through she had to jump at it - one problem - it was a thousand clicks away and she had no way of getting there except on her thumb.

Her sports bag was on the ground between her feet, her legs slightly parted and she could feel a slow trickle of sweat running down the inside of her one thigh, normally this would have been an erotic sensation to her, now it only irritated her, reminding her that she was hot and thirsty and still had a long way to go. A slight breeze played with the skirt of her white one piece mini sun dress, lifting it slightly, with the amount of leg that she was showing she should have been picked up ages ago.

A luxury offroad came into sight and up went her thumb for the thousandth time, a family on the way to somewhere, kids with their faces stuck to the windows watching her as they sped past. She turned her head to follow the direction of the car, hoping to see brake lights come on - no, the wife was probably warning the husband not to stop for hitchhikers.

Behind her the sound of a powerful engine, then the engine sound changed. She looked back to see what was coming over the rise, a truck - a large one, was slowing down as it approached her. 

"A lift at last," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the sports bag and moved back from the edge of the road.

His smile was the first thing that she noticed - open, friendly not hiding anything sinister. She felt relaxed.

Once she had climbed up into the cab, placed her bag in the sleeping compartment behind the seats and sat down she was able to get her first look at the man that has saved her from scorching to death on the side of the road. He had long black hair - tied back, the wind blowing in through the window whipped the pony tail around behind his back as if it were trying to break free form the tieback.

He had strong features - not cruel, just....strong. he wore a cotton vest over a well exercised upper body. His jeans were well worn but clean and she could not help noticing the large lump in the front. She looked up to see that he was watching her and realised that he must have seen the direction of her gaze but she didn't feel embarrassed.

She sat with her one leg folded up on the seat, her skirt folded in between her legs, to enable her to lie against the side post and watch him as he easily handled the enormous vehicle. It may have taken ten minutes, it may have been half an hour but the cool air of the aircon and the muted sound of the powerful engine under her seat lulled her to sleep.

It took her a few seconds to remember where she was, she didn't open her eyes right away but laid there enjoying the vibration of the seat under her. She decided to sneak a peep at him without him realising that she was awake. She opened her one eye ever so slightly and was very surprised at what she saw.

He was looking alternatively from her, back to the road and back to her again. The direction of his gaze was directly between her slightly spread thighs. While she had been sleeping her skirt had moved out from its covering position between her legs and had pulled up slightly, exposing her thin white g-string and the teasing mound under it. Her first reaction was to cover herself without making too much fuss over the incident, but she didn't move, she continued to pretend to be asleep - and he continued to watch her.

She knew that he could see through her thin g-string to where the shadow of her pubic hair where she left a small stripe above her clitoris when she shaved and she could feel that she was becoming increasingly turned on, watching this hunk of a man looking at her cleft, not knowing that she could see him. Suddenly it felt to her as if his gaze was caressing her clit, enflaming and exciting it more and more. She wanted him to see more, to be as horny as she was. In her mind she saw his huge cock, freed from his jeans, standing fully erect with his hand stroking the shaft slowly up and down as he looked in between her thighs.

She moved slightly, as if in sleep, and opened her legs wider. Now he could see all there was to see, from her mound to where her g-string slipped in between the cheeks of her buttocks. She knew that he would now be able to see the shape of her lips under the fabric of her panty, and she was sure that he would be able to see the bulge of her, now fully erect, clitoris standing out from between her inner lips, she was so horny, it would have been nice to reach down and slowly, gently rub her clit with her finger, slowly increasing the tempo until she came in her panties, but - she didn't.

She opened her one eye slightly again and saw him staring directly at her vagina.

The bulge in his pants was now huge and as he watched the gave the bulge a squeeze.

"He's just as horny as I am," she thought, "only difference is that he can do something about it."

Her breasts and nipples felt as if they were on fire. It felt to her as if her breasts has swollen to a size that no longer fitted into her dress. Again she moved "in her sleep", this time to cover the buttons on the front of her dress with her hand, her arm was now across her one breast and she pressed down on her nipple with her wrist, the sensation almost made her cum. She so badly needed to move, to touch herself, but - she didn't.

With his eyes fixed firmly between her legs he did not notice the slight movements that her hand was making, slowly undoing the buttons that held her dress closed over her firm breasts. She wasn't sure why but she didn't only undo on or two buttons, but all of them. It was probably the most erotic thing she had ever done. She wanted to expose herself to this complete stranger. She wanted him to see her naked vagina, open and wet, she wanted him to see her rub her clit and slowly slip her fingers up into her tight, wet hole. She wished she could lift her knees so that her swollen lips and the cheeks of her buttocks would pull apart and show him a view of her erect clitoris between the soft pink folds of her inner lips, the open entrance to her vulva and the tight pink hole of her anus.

At last, the final button was undone. She slowly slipped her hand under the fabric of her dress over her left breast. She was careful only to move when he turned to watch the road, the sensation of her trembling fingers on the ultra sensitive skin of her breast was electrifying. The tip of her finger touched the areola of her nipple. It was so swollen with lust that she could feel each little bump as she slowly circled her nipple with her finger. Each time her finger touched her nipple she felt a physical shock deep within her vulva as the muscles around the entrance to her tight little hole contracted in their need for something to be inserted up into her wet depths of her vagina and relieve her of this incredible sexual tension and her need to cum.

His eyes hardly left the space between her thighs and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the more horny he became. She suddenly realised something which she should have thought about long ago...if she was this roused then she was very wet, which meant that there was definitely a wet patch on her panties over the entrance to her vulva. The material of her panties was very thin and when wet became transparent. This gorgeous man was looking straight at her open vagina and could see not only the shape of her lips but colour and every other detail about them as well.

"God, I'm going to cum in my panties!" she thought.

He was slowing the rig down, maybe to turn off, she wasn't sure.

She pretended to be woken by the change in motion, firstly closing her legs (her aroused lips felt like a hot coals between her thighs) and then stretching as if just having woken up. She turned slightly away from him to look out of the windscreen and discreetly fastened the buttons down the front of her sun dress.

He was pulling off the road on a stretch of road devoid of other traffic. "I need to take a leak," he told her as he came to a stop.

She sat there going over in her mind what had just happened - wow! That had to be the most erotic experience of her life.

Once she was sure that he had climbed down off the rig she again opened her legs and slipped a hand between her burning thighs and slowly rubbed the back of her thumb against the swollen lips of her fully aroused vagina, teasing the soft folds, feeling her own wetness where it came from the deep warm depths of her open vulva. Her reaction to her own touch on the tip of her clitoris was explosive. The sensation that rushed trough her from deep inside her to her clitoris and from there to her breasts was so intense that it almost made her cry out. She moved her hand slightly and pressed her middle finger along the full length of her slit from her clitoris, past her hole to between the cheeks of her buttocks, and back, stopping at the opening to her vulva and applying pressure with the tip of her finger on the tight entrance. 

She felt the opening begin to stretch and give way to her finger but the fabric of her panties did not allow her to fully penetrate herself. She was certain that she had never before been so horny. Carefully she moved her panties aside, exposing her vagina to her now trembling fingers. The heat of her open vulva on the tip of her finger was so erotic that she almost cried out, as she slowly inserted her finger up inside herself she felt the tight opening close around her, the warm wetness drawing pleasure from the intrusion.

She heard footsteps outside the drivers door and hesitantly removed her hand and closed her legs. "Might be a good idea to at least tidy my hair!" she thought to herself.

She moved back into the sleeping compartment behind the seat and stood over her bag to look for her hair brush. As she searched she felt the rig move as he climbed up into the cabin.

The next thing she was aware of his hands on her hips.....

He was standing behind her as she bent forward over the bag, his touch was firm but gentle and he said nothing - she froze.

What was he doing? Was he going to rape her?

His hands moved slowly down her hips to mid thigh and back.

"Oooh, that's nice!" she thought.

Her whole body was goosebumps - still she did not move. His hands moved again, down her thighs but they didn't come back up this time. He turned his hands slightly so that the palms of his hands were on the back of her thighs and he ran his hand upwards, slowly, taking her skirt with, up onto the cheeks of her buttocks, lifting and slightly parting them - and down again - and up.

Slowly spreading and releasing the cheeks of her buttocks. The sensation was incredible, she could feel her g-string teasing the soft pink area around her anus and she sighed...she could not help it, she was turned on beyond control and she lost herself in it.

Now she moved for the first time, she pushed her bag aside and bent further forward onto the bed, supporting her upper body on her elbows. He again changed the position of his hands and ran them, and her skirt, high up onto her lower back. She knew that she was now exposed to him as his hands dropped down again onto her naked cheeks, caressing them. She felt him go down on his knees behind her and the faint draft of his breath between her thighs gave her a hint of what was to come and she arched her back, pushing her vagina outwards and spreading her legs.

His fingers went under the waistband of her g-string, slowly, oh so slowly, working downwards between her cheeks, caressing and teasing as they got closer and closer to her vagina. One of his fingers touched her anus and she moaned softly, he gently rubbed around and around the soft, tight hole and she pressed back against the pressure of his finger, wanting him to penetrate her. In response he parted her cheeks and blew down gently on her exposed anus, again she pressed back against him, wanting him inside her.

His fingers continued their downward journey and just as he was about to touch the protruding lips of her vagina he moved the g-string aside to completely expose her. She suddenly felt his lips on her thigh, hot and wet. He moved his mouth, kissing her thighs, her cheeks and then his mouth was on her. She moaned and pressed her vagina back against his mouth, his tongue was licking her outer lips, driving her crazy.

She reached back and pulled off her g-string in one motion. Then she spread her legs wide and whispered, "Please make me cum."

His mouth was back on her pussy, only this time his tongue was probing between her inner lips, gently parting the wet folds until it found her hole and went deep inside her. The muscles of her vulva were convulsing, tightening around his tongue, not wanting to ever let it go. His one hand was on her mound with one finger slowly slipping between her lips until it found her clit. She had to bite down on her lip to stop herself crying out, a few more seconds of his finger on the tip of her clit were enough - she exploded into an orgasm which left her panting, her heart racing and all the muscles inside her vulva rejoicing at the invasion that they had just experienced.

She turned around and sat on the bed in front of him, the bulge in his pants was at her eye level - shit it was huge. She loosened his belt and pulled down his zip, with her hands around behind him she caressed the tight cheeks of his buttocks, slowly pulling his pants down. She had not imagined it - this guy had a huge cock. It was fully erect and strained against the material of his underpants. She could see the size and shape of the head and she felt a new flood of wetness between the lips of her vagina.

She lifted her hand and rubbed the shaft lightly with the tips of her fingers, his gasp was enough to tell her that he was not far from shooting his load. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underpants and pulled downwards.

His shaft sprang free right in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly pulled back his foreskin to expose the swollen head beneath. "That will never fit inside me" she thought "but I'm damn well going to try".

She licked the underside of the head and felt him tremble in response. She then opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth, caressing with her tongue and rubbing her hand slowly up and down the shaft. She tasted a drop of semen on the tip of his head and she knew that any second now he would explode.

She wanted that monster penis forced up inside her and she didn't want to spoil it by making him cum in her mouth - she withdrew.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide, she could feel her wetness on the bed under her and she put her hand down between her legs, rubbing her lips and clit, he watched in amazement as she rubbed herself, lifting her knees up to expose herself to him. Then she slowly circled her exposed hole with her finger, oh she was so wet, her middle finger stroked the inner lips around the hole and then she slowly slipped her finger into her vulva. She knew if she continued to play with herself a moment linger it would be too late and she would cum.

She removed her finger and beckoned to him. He was on his knees in front of her, she had her hands between her thighs in order for her to open her vagina to him, to allow him to insert his huge shaft up into her burning vulva.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina and pushed gently.

At first there was no penetration, it was just too big, but slowly her vulva began to give way and he started to slide into her. There was no pain, just the feeling that someone was trying to ram a tree up into her and it drove her wild. She put her head back, closed her eyes and enjoyed every second of this new experience.

She felt the head penetrate her and she pushed against the shaft, wanting him inside her all the way. She lifted her knees as high as they could go, opening herself to him, and still he continued to enter her, she felt full, her vagina could not possibly be that deep, and still he pushed more and more of his shaft up inside her...then she felt it, his balls were nestled firmly between the cheeks of her buttocks, against her fully exposed anus - he had penetrated her fully - wow!

He began to thrust in and out of her, causing waves of pleasure to wash over her. His thrusting became more and more urgent as he came closer to orgasm. With each thrust his balls rubbed against her anus, enhancing her pleasure and driving her wildly towards cumming on this magnificent cock...

She felt the head of his cock swell up inside her and she knew that he was close to spraying the inside walls of her vulva with semen. She locked her legs around his back and allowed her orgasm to rip through her. Her inner muscles gripped his shaft and she felt his semen spurt hot deep inside her, she didn't let go, she held on to him as her orgasm continued, his shaft twitching inside her - slowly the spasms subsided and she could think clearly again. They lay there for a while, recovering from the intense experience. Slowly he began to retract his penis from deep inside her, she felt a mixture of his semen and her own juices escape in a rush from deep inside her, gushing past the still partly erect shaft where her tight hole held onto his penis. She felt the warm flow of their love juices running down over her anus and further to wet the soft mattress beneath her. All it took from her was to tighten her inner muscles around his penis and she felt the return of his full erection, thick and hard inside her.

This time he rode her hard, pushing his huge tool forcibly up inside her, with each thrust she felt the head deep, stretching her inner vagina to the limit. Every nerve ending of her vagina was on fire, fast approaching orgasm. He placed a warm mouth over her one nipple and sucked gently causing her vulva to contract as the erotic sensation coursed from her breast to her vagina. She heard the wet slippery sounds as his penis pumped in and out of her and his balls slapped against her wet anus and this increased her arousal to a point where she could no longer stop herself from climaxing. Time stood still as he once again released his semen deep inside her vagina and she came explosively. His shaft throbbed inside her as each spasm of his orgasm pumped more and more sperm up into her. She held her breath as her vulva gripped his penis so tightly that he had difficulty moving in short thrusts in and out of her. As their orgasms subsided so her inner muscles released his penis and it slipped out from inside her, leaving her feeling empty, her open vulva slowly closing until the only evidence of him having penetrated her was the thin stream of semen trickling from the soft pink hole.

The rest of the journey was punctuated by short stops at the side of the road to enable him to insert that huge cock of his up into her willing vulva - it turned out to be a journey she would never forget, and come to think of it she never did get his name.

The Hitchhiker



It was the perfect day to drive across the state. My company was sending me to a conference about four hundred miles away and to collect the money of the plane ticket I decided to drive there. By noon I had finished packing, so I kissed my wife goodbye and got in the car on my way to the conference which was starting the next day. I don't have any problems driving long distances but it does get lonely after a while, and my music collection does get sort of repetitive.

I drove the limit and after a few hours saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. She didn't look like your normal hitchhiker, I could tell from the distance she had a very attractive figure and was wearing a very short skirt. Having heard all these crazy urban legends about hitchhikers, I wondered for a minute if I should stop for her or not. Afterall, I was going to be in the car on my own for a while, and there didn't seem to be much traffic in the area, so maybe it'd be a while before another car would pass by and pick her up.

I wondered if I'd open the door to trouble if I'd let her in, but as I approached I knew that if I didn't pick up this young lady it would haunt me the rest of the way. Plus, the closer I got, the cuter she looked. What harm could come from picking up a young lady?

So I stopped. She seemed very happy, and quickly ran to the passenger door.

"Hi!" she said as she climbed in. "Thanks for stopping, there isn't many cars this side of town."

"No problem", I said. "I'm Simon" as I offered my hand.

"And I'm Lisa" she replied with a very kind and nice smile, shaking my hand. I was caught off guard by her beauty. She had long blond hair, very long legs and perfect boobs slightly peeking through her blouse.

For the first few miles we talked the typical stuff, I found out she was a student going to college in the next State, and her parents weren't very rich. She, like me, had traded her bus ticket to collect the money and spend it on what it is student spend their money on.

As the road went by and the sun began to set, the conversation ended as we were absorbed in to the road. I couldn't help to notice the side of her bra through her blouse, and I was immediately turned-on. My wife and I had a very fulfilling love life and I am not one to complain, but the thought of this twenty-something years old woman in my car, wearing the shortest skirt I'd ever seen on a woman and a white almost see-through blouse was more than enough to arouse a man who'd only been with the same woman for the past decade.

She was keeping a hand on her leg, near the edge of her skirt and I was fascinated by the movement of that hand. With each bump in the road I wondered if her finger nails brushed against her pussy lips and she never seemed to even flinch.

Lost in the thought of her white silky bra and her fingers brushing against her tender spot, I started to wonder about her sexual life in college. A long time had gone by since I had been there and kids nowadays were much more sexually active than we were. Lisa must've been with many men; she was very attractive and seemed very confident and comfortable when you spoke to her. Many men here age must've found this very attractive.

I started to wonder if I was finding this attractive too when I felt a hand on my pants. It was Lisa's. I was surprised to realize that my erection had caused an obvious bulge in my pants.

"I'm so sorry, eummm..." was all I was able to say.

"It's ok, I saw the way you were looking at my breasts and my legs, it made me really hot to see a real man was attracted to me..." she replied with a kinky smile, now caressing my growing pole through my pants.

I was completely caught off-guard by Lisa's forwardness.

"But, but, I'm married..." I said, slowly between two breaths.

"It's ok" she replied. She unzipped my pants. "I can keep a secret if you can" She said as she pulled out my rock-hard veiny pole.

I couldn't believe what was happening. I was very excited by this sudden turn of events. Never would my wife pull out my cock while I was driving and give me a hand job in bright day light. It was obvious Lisa wasn't new at this. She stroke me like an expert with one hand to a point where I lost my focus on the road several times.

It didn't help matters when I felt her replace her hand with her moist lips. She was giving me a blowjob! I immediately gasped and had to control myself not to cum in her hot mouth. She undid the button of my pants with one hand, never losing a beat with her mouth. Once they were undone, she pushed them down slightly to accommodate her right hand under my balls and grabbed them and pulled on them gently. The sensation was surreal. She was swallowing my cock whole with each thrust and the feeling of her lips around the shaft of my dick was incredible.

I placed one hand on her ass under her skirt, and to my great surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties! I slid my hand towards the middle where I reached her hairy bush. I placed my middle finger between her moist lips and moved it gently. She was a horny bitch! She moved her tail left and right like a cat purring and I pushed my finger inside her. Her pussy was so hot and moist, I wanted to get my cock up in there.

I pulled over the side of the road and quickly parked the car. She looked up, saw what I was doing, and immediately smiled. Our lips met for the first time. I rushed to undo one by one the buttons of her blouse and reveal her perfect tits in their sexy bra. I planted my face in between her tits, took one in each hand, and... she opened to door of the car and let herself out. I wondered what she was doing but quickly exited to my turn and met her on her side of the car. She kissed me again and caressed my hard pole, slightly more excited by the gentle breeze of the air outside.

She bent down and took my cock in her mouth for a few more strokes. I played in her hair and accompanied her head in her movement. She stopped after a few seconds to my great deception and sat on the hood of my car.

"I know you've wanted me all this time" she said. "I was so turned-on when I saw you were looking at me... Please, eat me..." she continued in her softening voice. She spread her legs. I didn't need a second invitation. I ran for her love box like a kid runs for his presents on Christmas morning. I simply pushed her skirt back and Lisa laid down onto the hood, placing her hand on my head. I kissed her lips and tickled them with my nose and lips. I kissed all around her slit and finally kissed her clit. She moaned and pushed my lips onto it. I approached two fingers and inserted them into her sweet canal. She moaned again and her pussy walls contracted around my penetrating fingers.

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked it gently. Her back arched and she pushed me closer to her twat again. I slowly fucked her with my fingers and lapped and sucked her clit. She was squirming like a worm on my hood. I increased the pace of my fucking and licking and she became wild. She let out a loud scream and hit the car with the hand that wasn't over my head.

She lifted her torso up on her elbows and looked at me.

"Fuck me." She said. "Get up, and shove all your hot spunk inside of me. Fuck me like you can't fuck that slutty wife of yours."

I didn't hesitate. I stood up, rubbed the tip of my hard prick on her wet lips and she pushed herself onto it. I slowly inserted myself deeper and deeper in Lisa's fuck hole and I felt like a virgin breaking new grounds. She was so tight I had to place my hands on her hips and push her closer to me to push the full length of my tool inside her womb. She screamed when I finally reached the bottom of her pussy and squeezed her own tits to my great visual enjoyment.

With me fully inside her, she raised her torso for our mouths to meet and kissed me passionately. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I gave her my first thrusts and she whispered and moaned in my ear. I had my hands on her ass and was making sure my dick was buried 'til my balls each time I rammed her. In a scream she collapsed onto the hood of the car again and I kept ramming her with all my strength.

A car passed by and its occupants were mystified by our activities but I didn't care. This young slut was offering herself to me no strings attached and I wasn't going to miss out on this.

I kept increasing the pace of my fucking and was constantly amazed by her hot tight pussy.

"Uhh yeah... that's what I needed... a real man" she said, eyes closed.

I kept fucking her like I hadn't fucked in ages. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I moved her onto her side and lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder for better, deeper access to her pussy. She loved it. She was pushing back onto me and I knew I was nearing orgasm.

I slowed down and pulled out of her. She rolled back onto her back and screamed:

"Don't stop, please don't stop!"

I plunged the whole length of my shaft inside her again. She placed her hands on my ass, as if she was still trying to push me deeper inside her and I was fucking her hardest I could. I had completely lost my tempo and was completely out of breath. I grabbed her ass checks and finally gave her a few last strokes as hard as I possibly could and pulled out to explode and shoot my warm jism all over her stomach and tits. We kissed and she rubbed my cum onto her stomach and pussy lips. She licked her fingers clean and we finally split and after a minute we shared a cigarette before getting back in the car.

Before I dropped her off at school, I gave her my card, and let her know that she was welcome anytime she wanted a ride...



The Hitchhiker



I was alone and lonely, but not defeated. I had fled New Orleans as Hurricane Katrina approached, driving north on I-55 until I found an available motel room north of Jackson, Mississippi. I spent five days there, which the Red Cross was good enough to pick up the bill for, saving my meager resources. On the morning of the fifth day I learned that my apartment in New Orleans had been totally destroyed, that I no longer had a job, and that it would be a long time before I could even return to the city. I had nothing but the few clothes I had brought along, my checkbook to draw on the few hundred dollars I had in the bank, and a couple of credit cards.

Fate, however, shone brightly on me that day. I called several friends in other parts of the country to see if there might be a chance of a job, even a temporary one. On the third call, to a pal with whom I went to college back in the '90s, I hit pay dirt. He managed a bar and restaurant now in suburban Chicago and he guaranteed me that another waitress with my looks would be just what he could use there. He was not just flattering me. I am 5 foot, 10 inches of pure delight to look at, with curves in all the right places, an angelic face with dark black locks falling to my shoulders, prominent firm breasts that call attention to my curvy, sexy body, and an ass that wiggles when I walk and causes men's cocks to rise quickly to hard, stiff erections. The thought of a hard, stiff cock reminded me that I hadn't had one for more than a week and my pussy twitched with a horny appeal for attention.

But I wasted no more time in this crummy motel. I checked out before the noon deadline and was soon heading north on I-55 in my bright red Mazda Protegé. I grabbed a stale turkey sandwich when I stopped for gas outside of Canton and this served as lunch, washed down with a diet Lemonade. It was at least better than the "continental" breakfast the motel had provided.

As I pulled away from the gas station toward the entry ramp to the Interstate, I noticed a good-looking young man–he couldn't have been more than 20–standing by the road with his thumb out. He looked a little forlorn, but otherwise nice enough, so I pulled over and beckoned him to join me. He ran to the car eagerly, tossed his small bag into the back seat, and got into the car on the passenger side.

"Hi," I said. "Where ya goin'?" 

"Milwaukee," the lad responded. "How about you?"

"Only to Chicago, but you're welcome to come that far with me."

As I accelerated back into the northbound I-55 traffic, we chatted about our experience with Hurricane Katrina. His name was Billy and during the storm he had remained in New Orleans, where he was a Tulane student, but flood waters had forced him to flee and he was hitchhiking his way northward to his home in Wisconsin.

I liked his looks. His slender body appeared to have a wiry toughness. His rumpled brown hair was cute, and his blue eyes twinkled when he looked at me. I immediately was attracted to him and began to imagine him in bed with his face buried in my pussy while I sucked his hard, stiff cock. Such naughty thoughts were inappropriate, I knew, but I couldn't help feeling that his sudden appearance was a gift that I mustn't waste.

I purposely let my skirt ride up my thigh so he could see my beautiful curvy legs. I was wearing no bra under my tee-shirt and my stiff nipples pressed obviously through the thin cloth. I was openly seductive, and by the time we reached Grenada we were on friendly terms. I smiled at him and said, "This damn hurricane has really upset my sex life. How about yours?"

Billy blushed and stammered, "Oh, well, I don't know about that. I didn't have much sex life to begin with." 

I wondered if I had stumbled onto a virgin lad. Perhaps I would get to teach him a trick or two. "That's hard to believe," I answered. "A beautiful hunk of man like you? I would think your cock would be in high demand."

The boy laughed nervously. "Well, I haven't had much time for that with my studies, you know." I noticed, however, that a bulge was rising in his lap. "I just don't get many chances, you might say."

"Well, Billy, maybe this is your lucky day, 'cause I am about as horny as I have ever been." I looked at him square in the eyes and smiled broadly. "You know what I would love right now?"

"No, what?"

"Billy boy, I would just love for you to pull that stiff cock out of your pants and let me see it." As I said that I reached over and tapped my fingers on the hard bulge that was so obvious. Billy looked at me incredulously, as if he could not imagine such a gross thing to do. I smiled again and said, "Oh c'mon, Billy, let me see your cock. I won't touch it if you don't want me to. I just want to see what it looks like. I think men's cocks are so great! C'mon. Please," I wheedled.

I had to keep at least one eye on the highway, but fortunately the traffic wasn't heavy. Billy was softening and I knew he was grateful for the ride. "C'mon, Billy," I said again, " it won't hurt anything just to show me your big, stiff cock. Take it out."

The lad fingered his fly and began to draw the zipper downward. I looked down at his lap but saw nothing but his white undershorts. "Take it out, NOW!" I demanded in a strident voice. His hand went into his fly and out it came. It was beautiful. Tall and straight, perhaps a good seven inches. His pink cockhead was round and smooth and looked ever so yummy. A bright pink circumcision corona topped a handsome shaft with strong purple veins protruding that I knew would feel divine rubbing against the walls of my cunt.

"Oh, Billy, that's is wonderful. You have such a beautiful cock, you shouldn't keep it penned up like that." I reached over and grabbed hold of it, my fingers closing around the shaft just below the cockhead. His cock was not especially thick, but my fingers would not close all the way around it. I jerked it up and down several times, squeezing it slightly as I felt the outer skin of Billy's penis riding over the hard, stiff interior boner. He moaned with pleasure as my index finger and thumb brushed the corona of his circumcision. As I stroked him I could feel his cock throb and get even bigger. I kept my eyes on the highway most of the time, but kept stroking his cock and occasionally turned to see the dreamy look of pleasure on Billy's face.

Suddenly, I stopped masturbating him. "Pull you pants down completely, Billy, I can't get at your balls this way," I told him. Alarmed that I had stopped giving him more pleasure than he had felt in some time, he complied, raising himself in the seat and pushing his pants down around his ankles. I immediately took my hand off his shaft and reached down between his thighs and cupped his ball sack. I could easily feel two enormous testicles that told me this was a male specimen that needed badly to be milked. Each was at the very least the size of a golf ball. I caressed them gently and licked my own lips at the same time, wondering if I would get to suck them into my mouth at some point later this evening. "Oh, Billy, you have enormous balls. I am going to make you cum and relieve some of that pressure for you."

I moved my free hand back to his shaft, still hard and stiff. He sighed with relief as I began to jerk the loose skin up and down over his firm rod. "Oh, Gawd, yes. That's good," he whispered. I jerked faster and faster and I could feel the heat rising in his stiff cock. I knew he would cum soon, and I knew it would not be the last time today. He was now bucking his hips forward in rhythm with my stroking of his cock. He was eager and out of control. "Yes, Yes," he whelped. "Don't stop. Make me CUM. Make me CUM, Cinnamon," he pleaded. I knew a little lubricant over his cockhead would make him cum faster, but I was in no hurry. I just kept jerking the dry penis until a little fluid oozed from its tip, followed by a huge ejaculation, as he screamed with the pleasure of his ejaculation. His first spurt hit the windshield and ran down it to the dashboard in a big dribble. The next spurt landed on the dashboard, and several more spurts from his cock ran down over my fingers. 

I stopped jerking him off and lifted my hand to my face, licking his sperm off my fingers with delight, enjoying the sticky, salty taste of his cum. "You taste good, Billy Big Balls. I'm gonna want more of you." He had slumped in his seat and his head lolled back with a satisfied grin. His cock had gone slack. He was the picture of the satisfied American male, cum and gone.

I let him rest for a bit before demanding my recompense. He had opened his eyes and looked at me sheepishly as he pulled up his pants and restored his limp cock to its underpants. I reached over and grabbed his left hand and pulled it up under my tee shirt until it found a breast. My nipples were stiff and welcomed his touch. "Pinch them, Billy. Make them feel good, too." His hand roamed over the breast and his index finger and thumb closed on a nipple, pinching it, kneading it, sending vibrations of pleasure out through my abdomen. "More, Billy. Rub my tits and make me hot. Make me cum like you did. Use both hands. Both tits. Do it now, Billy Big Balls." He turned his whole body toward me and both hands took hold of my breasts and rubbed and tweaked and kneaded the nipples and made me feel wonderful. "Yes, Billy, Oh Yes." Now kiss my ear and fuck it with your tongue." He obeyed dutifully. I could sense that he was now my sex slave and would do whatever I asked of him. His tongue darted in and out of my ear as his fingers twisted and pinched at my nipples. I could feel the pleasure reaching out now all the way to my pussy. It was becoming wet and I could feel the cum rising deep within me. I knew he could bring me to an orgasm with attention to my breasts alone. "Oh Yes, Billy, that's it. Now suck on one of my tits and squeeze the other." He pulled up my tee shirt and closed his mouth over the breast. It felt oh so good. "Bite it, Billy, bite my nipple." Billy complied and sent ripples of electricity throughout my body as he chewed on my tit. I was close to cumming and I struggled to pay attention to my speeding car as my body convulsed with pleasure and my pussy oozed juices that ran out along my thigh. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed as the orgasm overtook me. "Hold the wheel, Billy." I nearly passed out, but came to quickly. Billy had kept us from going off the road. 

"That was so nice, Billy Big Balls," I said after regaining my composure. "You have a lovely touch. But I want more of your cock, you know." Billy said nothing, but I knew I had seduced him and that he would be mine throughout this night. I asked him if he could take over the driving. He agreed, so I pulled into the next gas station. 

After relieving myself in the rest room and filling our tank Billy took the wheel and steered the Mazda back up the ramp onto I-55 headed toward Memphis. I snuggled closer to him as soon as he was up to highway speed and kissed him on the neck, letting my tongue lick along his cheek. I whispered into his ear, "I really did love that cock of yours, Big Balls. It turns me on." Billy grinned now and I reached down between his thighs and found that his cock was hard again. "Oh, lovely," I squealed, and then added, "Let's let this thing out to play." I zipped open his fly and this time the handsome cock jumped right out, standing up straight between his belt buckle and the steering wheel. It looked so good.

I lowered my head over his splendid penis and ran my tongue around the cockhead. He moaned with joy and I felt him push my head lower with one hand. "You keep your eye on the road, Billy. I'll eat your red meat here." I pulled his pants down a little so I could get hold of his big balls. I ran my fingers over them and up and down his shaft as I gently sucked the head of his cock. I could feel the penis growing as I teased it into a hard, stiff fucker. My lips closed over the cockhead as my fingers held the shaft just above the balls. What a monster cock it was now. I ran my tongue gently around the head, especially on the underside and along the corona, all the while sucking on it and gently moving my fingers on it up and down. I twisted my mouth from side to side, circling his cockhead and moving my tongue down along his shaft. My fingers began to wank him more easily as they were lubricated by my saliva running down his shaft.

Now I pushed my lips further down the shaft, letting him push his penis deep into my mouth. I am an expert deep-throat cocksucker and I loved the feel of the big shaft penetrating deep into my throat. He was pushing his pelvis upward, fucking my mouth, moaning with pleasure. The car slowed a little as he shared his concentration on driving with getting the best blowjob of his life. I could feel his stiff veins along the walls of my mouth as I occasionally pulled my lips back up to his cockhead and caught my breath. I kept my fingers on his big, tight balls, fondling and squeezing them ever so gently, encouraging him to shoot his cum into my mouth.

I could tell he was close to cumming again. I pumped my mouth up and down rapidly over his shaft and then let him ram it up deeply into my throat and hold it there. This was a blowjob he would never forget. I felt his cock throb heavily as the hot cum surged upward through the shaft and into my throat, flowing easily on down into my belly. Once, twice, thrice, and on the fourth spurt I pulled up my mouth and let the salty cream cum shoot over my tongue. Cum was still oozing from the tip of his red cock as I lifted my mouth off the now flaccid shaft. I licked it carefully, and gave it a few more affectionate sucks around the head, getting every last drop of his semen before finally rising back upright in my seat. Billy's eyes were glazed over and his faced glowed with pleasure as he hurtled the car toward Memphis.

As Billy Big Balls drove through Memphis I tried not to distract him too much from driving. The traffic was heavier than it had been so I concentrated on my own sexual amusement rather than his. I slipped my skirt up around my waist, revealing no panties. I spread my long, slender legs apart so that my pussy was in full view. Then I licked my fingers and ran them along the slit of my cunt. They were already juicy from the excitement I had felt as I sucked Billy's luscious cock. I pulled the labia apart and probed my pink love hole with a finger from each hand, finger fucking and caressing the inner walls of my cunt, reaching back along the roof of my vagina, searching for the G-spot. Billy couldn't help but watch me masturbate and his cock, which was still hanging out of pants, began to rise sharply to attention again, as if to get a better view of my self gratification. I ignored his cock now, however, and concentrated on stimulating my sweet pussy. It felt very good. My fingers gradually worked upward in the juicy cunt to find my clitoris, now swelling and juicy too. Ooooh, it felt so good as I touched my clit gently, caressing it tenderly and feeling the hot vibrations of erotic pleasure course throughout my body. I kept it up, closing my eyes and not noticing that Billy had one hand around the shaft of his cock, rubbing it up and down. I was totally self-centered now as I massaged my wet clit with one hand and finger fucked my pink hole with the other. Gawd it felt so nice! I kept it up, moaning and squealing with delight as I approached an ecstatic orgasm. Oh YES, it was sooooooo gooood.

Then I came. Oozing juice and feeling the contractions from my womb running through me over and over again. I continued to rub my cunt gently as I came down off this lovely high just as we crossed over the Mississippi River. Billy was still holding his stiff cock, but it had not cum again and now he was having to concentrate on the heavy traffic heading west out of Memphis.

As we came to West Memphis, I said to Billy, " Put your cock away, Billy, and pull into that motel down there. We'll spend the night here and you can use that thing to fuck me to sleep. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the lanky lad responded and steered the car toward the Best Western just ahead. He pulled into the space in front of the lobby and I went inside and used my credit card to get us a room with a King Sized bed. Billy then drove us around to the back of the motel where we found the room easily.

Inside our room, I immediately peeled off my tee shirt revealing my firm, uplifted breasts that Billy had already pleasured for me earlier in the day. "I'm going to take a shower now, Billy," I told him as I slipped out of my skirt and kicked off my tennis shoes. You can join me or wait 'til I finish. I felt his admiring gaze on my naked beauty as I walked into the bathroom. I had barely stepped into the tub and adjusted the shower flow to a gentle warm stream when a naked Billy joined me. "Oh Big Balls, I'm so glad you're here to scrub me down all over." I handed him the bar of soap and told him to wash me everywhere. 

Billy was obedient if nothing else. He rubbed the soap gently over my back and shoulders to begin with, and then his hands began to rub my breasts with the soapy suds flowing down my body into the tub. His hands roamed down across my abdomen and around my waist and hips. I moved my face into his and pressed my lips against his mouth, slipping my tongue between his lips and french kissing him repeatedly until his own tongue reciprocated and explored my own oral cavity. I could feel his hot stiff cock against my thigh as his hand began to rub my pussy and the other hand closed around my ass, running the soapy bar up my ass crack and probing my anus with his finger. My fingers closed around his hard cock even as we continued to french kiss. His fingers had now found my slit and were probing inside as the water continued to drench us.

"Does it feel good, Billy? Do you like my pussy?"

"Oh yes, Cinnamon. I like your pussy," the lad replied.

"Oh good, then you should eat it." I pulled downward on his cock and with the other hand pushed downward on his shoulders, forcing him into a kneeling position in the tub, with his face directly in front of my eager pussy. "Eat me now, Billy Big Balls. Eat my pussy." I thrust my pussy forward, over and into his face and now put my hands behind his head and pulled him by his ears up into my love box. "Tongue me, Billy, fuck me with your tongue," I pleaded.

I don't think Billy had ever eaten a live pussy before, for he was a little clumsy and tentative, but I gave him no choice and soon I could feel his tongue reaching into my juicy cunt, licking me and sucking on the labia and pushing as deep as he could into my pink hole. He had his hands on my ass cheeks now and was squeezing them gingerly as his mouth worked over my hot cunt. 

"Oh yes, Billy, that's good. Keep sucking. Keep licking me there. Eat me. Eat me. Don't stop, baby. I love this." I knew my juices were running now and I was sure their taste was making Billy all the more ardent in his cunt sucking. I wanted him to move upward to my clit now, so I reached down and slipped my fingers under his chin, coaxing his mouth upward. "Find my button, lover," I told him, "Kiss my clit, suck my clit, make me cum." He seemed to get the idea easily, and as his tongue found my magic button I felt waves of pleasure roll through my whole body. He sucked the clit in between his teeth and continued to whip it with his tongue, sending me into pure ecstasy. I had an enormous orgasm right there and then, as he continued to suck on my cunt and squeeze my ass. I fell to my own knees with him and then he fell back and I was on top of him with my mouth near his still very stiff cock. I closed my mouth over it and sucked on it gently in a little thank you blowjob for just a minute or two as the water continued to spray over our naked bodies. 




The Hitchhiker



Slowly, we righted ourselves, turned off the water and emerged from the tub. Billy grabbed a towel and rubbed me down all over before he dried himself. I fell onto the big bed and turned to look at him. His naked body was adorable. Long and lanky, but with nice muscles in his arms and legs. His abdomen was flat, but his chest was fuller, covered with a light mat of hair over his breast and belly. His long, beautiful cock stuck straight out above his big balls, demanding the attention that it would soon receive.

"I want to fuck you," Billy announced. 

"And so you shall, Big Balls," I answered, "but not until I fuck you first." I reached out for his stiff cock and pulled it sharply so that he fell onto the bed next to me. I rose to my hands and knees and pushed him back so that he lay on his back. I quickly lowered my mouth to his cock and gave it a few more wet sucks. Then I straddled him, a knee on each side of his hips. My fingers cupped his big balls as I raised my pussy over his cock and then lowered it, bringing the juicy lips of my cunt up against his cockhead. I let it ease inside just a little, so that only the cockhead was inside of my wet cunt. Billy was really excited and began to thrust his pelvis upward, trying to push his long cock deeper into my hole, but I simply raised up myself, keeping only his cockhead inside. I wiggled my hips to give him even more sensation on his cockhead as I held the rest of the shaft in my hand, refusing to let him ram it up into me as he was trying to do.

"I want you, Cindy, I want you now, all of you." I smiled down at him and gave his cock a good squeeze, but still held most of it outside my waiting pussy. He began to jerk upward wildly now, demanding full entry into my pleasure box. Suddenly, I let go and let him have his way, dropping my pussy hard onto the full length of his shaft. I felt it rocket up into me, passing easily into the wet recesses of my cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhh . . . ," Billy moaned as he felt my vaginal muscles massage and squeeze his hot cock. Then I began to rock up and down on the shaft, giving us both incredible gratification. I moved slowly, up and down on his long cock, slowly increasing the tempo as he joined in the rhythm of pushing his cock as deeply into me as he could on each stroke. His cockhead was up against my G-spot on each stroke now, sending ripples of joy through me. Now I rocked up and down more rapidly, no longer caring about Billy, but only seeking my own orgasm which I knew was imminent. I could fee the rivulets of sex juice oozing from my cunt and wetting Billy's big balls and thighs. He was close to cumming, too, and suddenly we both exploded in a magnificent orgasm that rolled throughout our bodies. I could feel Billy's hot, creamy cum shooting into me, but my own body was convulsing with its own juices as I leaned back and shoved my pelvis forward against his cock and let it throb and throb in erotic delight.

Bill's fading erection came out of my pussy, glistening with our cum. I bent down and licked his cock, which continued to throb lightly. The mixed flavor of our juices was an aphrodisiac that suddenly made me want more. I moved my torso forward, still straddling the satisfied lad beneath me, until my pussy was at his face again. My wet cunt pressed against his lips, demanding his tongue and attention. "Eat me again, Billy, make me cum some more," I shouted.

I could feel his long tongue once more inside me, quickly finding my clit this time. It was still swollen and hot and news jolts of pleasure shook my whole body as he worked on it. I was so hot. So hot! I held him by his ears as I made him suck me until I came again. "Oh, Gawd, Billy, that's great," I screamed. And then, "I'm cumming, Billy. Don't stop. Don't stop. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yesssss." And once more I erupted in a magnificent orgasm, as my juices poured into Billy's mouth and ran down over his cheeks and chin. I went into a deep swoon, virtually losing consciousness as the pleasure overcame me. 

When I came to I was still on the bed. Billy was standing alongside the bed, the fingers of one hand massaging my left tit, his other hand wrapped around his cock, which was once more long and stiff. He looked at me and said, "Now I get to fuck you! Up on your hands and knees, bitch." I willingly obeyed, aware that I was about to be dog-fucked. I pushed my ass well up in the air and lowered my head onto my hands. Billy stood at the edge of the bed and took hold of my hips as he guided his super cock easily into my wet cunt. His fingers played with my ass as he rammed his meat home and then in and out in a steady rhythm. As he pumped faster he leaned forward and his hands came back to my breasts, which he squeezed brutally as he banged his cock in and out of my cunt. I could look back under my torso and see his big balls swinging lustily as he built up a faster pace of fucking. My own senses now became aroused and my vaginal muscles played on this wonderful cock that was giving me so much pleasure now. My juices were flowing again and I wanted him to bang me harder and harder. He had no finesse. He just fucked me hard, but it felt good all the same. I moaned with pleasure. He began shouting obscenities and squeezed my tits tighter as he neared his climax. His cock was so hot in my pussy. I could feel the heat steaming my own organs into new excitement. 

I wanted nothing more than to fuck the rest of my life. "Yes, Yes, Billy. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I screamed as he pulled his hands back to my hips to get maximum leverage for driving ever deeper into me. My G-spot was on fire. I was ready to cum again, but Billy beat me to it this time as he stopped pounding and let me feel his cock throb hard as his cum surged into me in repeated waves. That was all it took to trigger my own orgasm, as I spasmed over and over in ecstasy, lurching forward onto my stomach. 

Billy crawled up onto the bed, his glistening cock still dripping semen. He began to kiss me all over, on my legs, on my ass, up my back and along my neck and cheek. "You were wonderful, Cinnamon," he cooed. "You were just great."

We rested a bit, and then dressed and went to supper in the restaurant. We didn't talk much. We had worked up a real hunger. "So you think I'm a good fuck?" I teased him. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. "The best."

Back in the room we peeled off our clothes again and fell into bed, too exhausted to start in again. We slept skin to skin and Billy gently caressed me until I went to sleep. In the morning he fucked me again, missionary style this time, and then we hit the road.

The rest of the trip was anti-climactical. When Billy drove, I played with his cock some more and sucked on it, too, and he had cum twice before we reached St. Louis. When I drove, Billy finger-fucked me and played with my tits. When we finally reached the outskirts of Chicago we checked into another motel and fucked up a storm before sleeping.

In the morning, Billy headed back to the highway to hitchhike his way on to Milwaukee. I missed him almost immediately. But we had exchanged e-mail addresses and promised each other to keep in touch. Maybe we will. He was a hell of a good fuck. If we do get it on again I'll tell y'all about it in another story if you'd like that? Let me know. 



The Hitchhiker



Stars blanketed the dark sky and the air was cool as Amanda pulled into the motel parking lot. This would be her last stop before reaching Copper Harbor, her final destination.

After check in Amanda went back to her car and took out her overnight bag and returned to her room for a quick shower and a short stroll around the motel grounds breathing in the cool fresh air. "Mmmmm, now this is heaven," she said quietly. 

As she returned to her room she noticed a rugged looking man walking up to the motel. "Good evening ma'am," the stranger said and added, "lovely evenin' isn't it?" 

"It's better than that, this is heaven," Amanda replied stretching her arms out as if trying to touch the stars. 

Amanda recalled the day she spoke to the travel agent who helped her decide on a destination for her vacation as she returned to her room. "Things are much different up north than they are in the big cities of the lower peninsula," the agent told her and continued, "The folk in the UP are friendlier than back here and it's not uncommon for a total stranger to strike up a conversation with visitors and town folk alike." 

As Amanda arrived at her door she glanced back to see the stranger with the heavy backpack leaving the motel and as she put the key in she heard him say, "Now you have yourself a great vacation and enjoy your stay in heaven." 

"Thank you and you have a safe journey yourself," she added as she opened her door, walked in then closed and locked it behind her. Amanda's long awaited vacation was passing quickly as she visited every attraction that was on her agenda as well as a few that weren't mentioned. Several times throughout her vacation she saw the rugged stranger she met her first night in the UP. He didn't always speak to her but he did acknowledge her presence with a tip of his hat or a friendly wave in passing.

Nine days into her vacation she ran into him when she stopped for lunch at a quaint family owned diner. After Amanda was seated at the last available table she noticed the man waiting for a table himself. She walked up to the man and said, "You look awfully tired, would you like to sit and have lunch with me?" 

"Why thank you ma'am, but I don't want to intrude... I can wait for the next table," he said as he tipped his hat to her.

"Okay, well I'm right over there if you happen to change your mind," Amanda said as she pointed across the tiny diner to the table near the swinging doors by the kitchen. 

Shortly after Amanda returned to her seat the waitress came over with a menu and right behind her was the rugged man. "I'd like to take you up on your offer. Is it still okay?" he asked placing his hat to his chest. 

Amanda nodded her head and motioned for the waitress to bring another menu. Putting out her hand she said, "I'm Amanda, Amanda Wells." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Amanda Wells, I'm Sean Curtis," the man replied as he shook her hand, staring into her bright brown eyes and smiled. 

The pleasure's all mine Sean Curtis. You sure get around don't you?" Amanda asked him as he skimmed through the menu. "I've seen you quite a few times while driving around," she added.

"How long have you been hitching up here?" Amanda questioned and continued, "Where are you headed?"

Sean replied, "I've been up here for quite a while," not really giving her a definite answer to her question but added, "I just love it up here so much I can't bring myself to the point of returning home." 

Sean already knew the answer to Amanda's question regarding her, but was curious why she was traveling alone and asked, "Why are you up here traveling all by yourself?" 

Amanda told him, "My friends back home are city lovers and couldn't bare the thought of traipsing around in the woods and call it a vacation much less relaxing," then she laughed as she continued, "and I don't have a man in my life at the moment either. So when I want to take a vacation or just get away for the weekend I always end up going by myself, which sometimes can be a blessing in disguise. Know what I mean?"

Sean smiled and nodded his head in agreement to her comments as he finished the last bite of food on his plate. 

Amanda finished her meal as well and motioned for the waitress to bring the bill. When the waitress put it on the table Amanda grabbed it immediately saying, "this one's on me, thanks for the company Sean." After she paid the bill and left a tip on the table Sean walked her to her car and opened her door for her after she unlocked it. "Can I give you a ride anywhere?" she asked as she got behind the wheel. 

"Awe thanks anyway, but I like walkin'," Sean replied and as he turned to begin walking again he added, "perhaps we will run into each other again before the end of your trip." 

"I'd like that Sean," Amanda said shutting her door, staring into his deep blue eyes. As she drove off she felt a warm sensation creep over her causing her palms to become clammy and her heart to pound a bit faster. "What a nice guy," she thought to herself, "and very good looking too", as she headed to her next destination, Pictured Rocks. 

A few days later Amanda saw Sean hiking down the highway once again. She pulled over to say hello, asking where he was headed.

"I'm on my way to see the Minnewawa Falls and then look for interesting plants to photograph in the forest," Sean said. 

Amanda told him she'd already been to see those falls and was on her way to do some trout fishing and hiking in the woods. "Have a good time Sean, those falls are beautiful," she added, putting her car in drive and slowly merging into the traffic on the highway. 

Several days passed without Amanda seeing any signs of Sean. She was hoping to run into him to say goodbye and thank him once again for being so nice to her. On her last day before her long ride home she finally ran into Sean again at the same motel as on her first night. "Did you happen to see the ghost town over in Mandin?" he asked.

"No that will have to wait till my next trip back here," Amanda replied and continued "I spent a night on Isle Royale and hiked around all the waterfalls, Pictured Rocks and the Porcupine Mountains." It was a wonderful vacation, but unfortunately it's time for me to return home, work is waiting," she finished with a disappointing sigh. 

"Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself," Sean said then continued after a brief pause as he looked up to the sky and inhaled a deep breath of fresh crisp air. "Would you like help with your bags ma'am?" 

"Oh no, thanks anyway," Amanda said as she only removed her overnight bag, leaving the remaining gear in her trunk. 

Amanda positioned the strap of the bag over her right shoulder then shut the trunk. She turned to lean on the back of her car, inhaled a deep breath and sighed once again. "Ohhh, I wish I could live up here, everything is so peaceful and unrushed," she said. After a few minutes she continued, "I can hardly believe this is my last night here. Three weeks couldn't have gone by that quickly. Back in the city the weeks just seem to drag on and on." 

"Well it was nice meeting you Sean, but I should be getting some rest for my long ride back home in the morning," Amanda said as she turned to shake his hand and head to her room. 

It was mid-afternoon as Amanda packed her car and the weather was gorgeous. She returned the room key to the front desk, thanked them for a wonderful stay then returned to her car. Before hitting the highway she chose a few relaxing CD's from her case, placed one in the CD player on the seat beside her and hit the play button. 

The music started softly as she turned her car on to the two-lane highway heading south and began her journey home. Absorbed in the music from her CD player she drove for about three and a half hours without a care in the world except where to stop for dinner, that is until she smelled smoke and her engine ignited. The smoke billowed from beneath her hood and she immediately pulled to the shoulder and released the handle labeled 'hood' beneath her steering wheel.

"I guess I shouldn't have done all that driving on the back roads," she said as she quickly exited her flaming vehicle grabbing only her purse and keys, kicking the front wheel as she passed it; angry with herself for not having a cell phone. 

"Oh I could kick myself right now, I should have gotten that cell phone everybody kept telling me to get in case I had an emergency like this. Damn it," she said in a huff as she attempted to douse the fire with the bottle of water she had in her purse. "Now what am I gonna do?" she questioned herself aloud and continued. "There probably won't be another car pass by here for quite a while and if I'm right, the next town with any kind of service repair or gas station is one hell of a hike from here." 

Thankful that she decided to wear her tennis shoes instead of her sandals, she crossed her fingers hoping to catch another motorist passing by then flung her purse over her shoulder and began the long hike to look for help. She walked for about ten minutes when in the distance on the opposite side of the highway she saw Sean hiking toward her. "I wonder if he knows where I can get some help closer than the place I remember passing on my way up here?" she thought to herself as she watched him wander up the highway.

Sean saw Amanda and darted across the road to see what the problem was. She told him about her car fire and he immediately removed his backpack tossing it on the ground. He opened it and removed a large jug of water and ran back to her car. Amanda picked up his heavy pack and followed him back to her car. 

Sean did everything in his power to douse the flames before much damage occurred but it was too late for that. He did however manage to get the flames out just as Amanda returned with his backpack. The two of them watched the smoke and flames dissipate. 

Handing Sean his backpack, Amanda asked, "Do you have any idea how far I am from the nearest repair shop?" Sean told her of a small town not too awful far ahead in the direction she was headed. 

"There's a small repair shop there and if they can't help you they will at least tow you to one that can," he said. She thanked him, gathered her things and not wanting to be a burden sent Sean on his way then turned to begin her new journey.

Sean walked the opposite way of the smoldering vehicle and Amanda briefly. Feeling guilty for leaving a damsel in distress he ran back to take the journey with her. "You shouldn't be out here alone. You don't mind if I walk with you do ya?" he questioned as they began to walk. 

"He seems like a nice guy and he seems to know this area better than I do," she thought to herself then answered, "No, I would enjoy the company, thanks." Secretly Amanda was glowing inside. Sean had an effect on her and she was hoping to enjoy it as long as possible. 

They walked for hours and she was beginning to think he wasn't as honest as he first seemed.

"Where is he leading me," Amanda questioned herself. Seems like we have been walking much longer than it would have normally taken to reach a town. I don't know if this was such a good idea, letting him guide me like this, but what other choice did I have other than to go it alone?" 

That's when she saw the sign, Eagle Harbor 45 miles. By this time she was exhausted. "I'm never going to make it," she said. Sean suggested they go off the road to rest, Reluctantly, but with no other choice Amanda followed him. 

Once Sean found a clearing to rest he removed a sack from his backpack and handed it to Amanda. "What's this?" she asked.

"Just some dried nuts and berries I have for munching on between meals. It's okay take some, you gotta be starving by now," he told her. 

Amanda took a handful and handed the sack back to Sean who also took a handful before putting the sack in his backpack and fastening the hook.

Amanda took her time eating the nuts and berries then Sean handed her a canteen filled with water and she took a big gulp, laughing as the water trickled down her chin. "Thank you, that tasted good," she said handing the canteen back to Sean. She closed her eyes and imagined the lips that were on that canteen before hers actually touching hers and she smiled, bringing her fingers to her mouth briefly.

Amanda felt a yawn coming and tried to hide it, wanting to appear brave to Sean, but he saw it anyway and advised her to relax, "I'm not gonna do anything to you, it's okay, sleep if you need to," Sean told her as she propped herself against a tree, using her purse as a head rest. Amanda felt her eyes get heavy and quickly dozed off.

The next thing she knew it was morning. She rose to her feet. Sean still sleeping beside his bag, she awakened him gently and when he opened his eyes and faced her he smiled. This caused another stir in Amanda and she backed off slowly, starring at him all the while. On their way once more, they managed to get a ride from a farmer who dropped them short of the next town and signs of civilization by only ten miles and they continued on foot.

"Hey, there's a restaurant up there on the left Sean. Do you think they will have a phone I can use," Amanda asked nudging his arm gently, looking for any excuse to touch him again without looking needy.

"Yep, they have a phone and if I might add, some great food too," Sean said excitedly, being hungry and wanting to sit for a while and spend more time with Amanda just talking and looking at her. They went in to clean up, grab a bite to eat and look for a repair shop. When Sean went to the bathroom to clean up Amanda called the waitress over, explained her situation and asked to use the phone. 

"Where's your car located, sweetie?" the waitress asked. 

"I'm not certain, I know it's on that highway back quite a ways, about 3 and a half hours outside Copper Harbor and we've been walking forever," she told the waitress.

"I will get someone out here to help you, now sit back, relax and enjoy your breakfast," the waitress said as she placed two menus on the table and poured two cups of hot coffee.

The tow truck arrived shortly after the waitress made the call and drove them back to her car. Sean wished her luck and was on his way again. "I wish I could repay you for your kindness somehow," she said seriously. "You've been such a help to me."

"Hey, Don't worry about it, just concentrate on getting your car fixed," Sean replied and walked away.

Sean's heart was breaking, but he didn't want Amanda to see him as being a bum and just hanging with her for a ride and food occasionally so he continued on his way, turning occasionally to watch the tow truck drive in the opposite direction with Amanda in the front seat. "She's in good hands with that driver and they will take good care of her car too," he mumbled to himself as he turned back one last time not seeing the car in tow any longer.

Once in the city the tow driver dropped Amanda and her burned vehicle at the nearest collision shop. The receptionist told her it would be at least a week before she could get her car back and offered a loaner until then. She accepted gratefully, then called work to notify her boss of her shortcomings. She was unsure of what she was going to do in the small town for an entire week and almost out of money.

She checked herself into the motel across the street. She showered and changed her outfit, remembering all the while the rugged man that befriended her earlier. With nothing else to do and wondering if she could still find him Amanda decided to give it her best shot. She found her way to the highway he was hiking on and began driving, exceeding the speed limit somewhat in hopes of catching him.

She passed the restaurant where the waitress called for help, then the scene of her fire, but no sign of him. She came to a hill, slowing down as she drove to the top to look for him. As she began descending the hill she saw in the distance a figure of a man on the side of the road. 

She sped to catch up. Amanda drove past the man, looking in her rearview mirror for verification that it was Sean. She pulled to the shoulder to wait for him. When he neared the vehicle she stepped out and greeted him with a large cold drink and a more than friendly hug. 

She told him about her situation and said it seemed a great time to repay him. She offered him a ride as close to his destination as possible, but she needed to be back at the garage in a week. 

Very tired and sore from his travels and so excited to see her again, Sean accepted. They returned to the open road and soon the questions began. "So what are you gonna do this whole week while you wait for your car?" Sean asked.

Amanda replied, "I'm not sure. I did check into the motel by the collision shop, but that used the last of my spending money." She paused a moment then continued, "I don't know what I'm getting all worried for, I don't really need money to enjoy myself up here anyway, all the things that I love doing best don't cost a dime and I still have some money in my checking account to get food and I have a gas card too. The repair bill is being sent to my insurance company so that won't be a problem," Amanda told Sean as she drove.

The conversation continued with discussions of what the best places in the UP were and which Amanda liked best. Sean began to look at Amanda differently and she noticed immediately, this made her blush. 

As day turned to night a chill crept into the air. Sean could see Amanda occasionally glance his way then smile. He took it upon himself to make the first move, a move he had been waiting to take since their first meal together.

He lifted his duffle bag into the back seat, slid to her side and smiled. As moments passed without objection he slid his hand to her tanned leg. Still no objections, he turned slightly and flicked his tongue upon her neck. Amanda melted right then and there, losing control of the rental car. Quickly she regained control and pulled to the shoulder as she tried to clam herself. 

There hadn't been any passing traffic in over an hour and she knew this was her chance to thank him. She returned his touch and the fireworks began. 

Amanda swore to herself she would contain her urges of taking him right then and there although she wanted to feel his rugged body against hers more than anything, yet she didn't want him to think of her as easy. She reached over and gently touched his face with the back of her fingers as he gently caressed her thigh and then he kissed her. 

Amanda slid her hand from his face to the back of his head, gently grasping his hair and pulled him to her for a deeper kiss. The touching and kissing continued well into the night and she couldn't believe how Sean was containing himself and not forcing her to rush things and take them where she swore to herself they wouldn't go, at least on the first night together.

After a few hours of continuous fondling and kissing Amanda reluctantly pulled away, her breathing staggered, her voice raspy, "We should get some rest, don't ya think Sean?" she asked as she pulled back her mussed hair and repositioned herself in her seat.

Sean was a perfect gentleman and at Amanda's request slid over the seat with his back against the passenger door. He then took a flannel jacket from his bag and motioned for Amanda to slide her back against his chest and he wrapped his jacket around her to keep the chill away. He then wrapped his arms around hers, put his head back closing his eyes and whispered, "good night my sweet Amanda," and they both drifted off to sleep.

Amanda was awakened by the sounds of semi's whipping past, jolting her car. She slowly started moving away from Sean, which caused him to awaken as well. "Ah, it's morning and another beautiful day," Sean said as he stretched and yawned. 





The Hitchhiker



Sean excused himself, "I need to visit a tree, nature's calling," he said then snickered as he exited the car traipsing off into the woods, stopping just out of eyeshot of truckers passing. Amanda followed quickly behind feeling the call of nature herself. 

She walked a short distance from Sean thinking that he wouldn't be able to see her, but he could and this excited him. When she finished 'hugging the tree', pulling up her panties and shorts she started back to the car while glancing out of the corner of her eye in the direction Sean went. She returned before he did and she realized she finished quicker than him.

Several minutes passed, "What could be taking him so long?" she asked herself. 

She began looking again in the direction he walked. Her eyes panned by a grouping of trees just in time to see him stroke his shaft one last time and take a leaf from the tree to wipe the head with. She couldn't take her eyes off him at this point as she starred at his member and its mushroom shaped head, "hmmm, not too big, not too small, but nice and thick, mmmm," she thought to herself as she watched him finish the deed then quickly looked down at her lap when she noticed him walking toward her car.

She smiled brightly when he opened the passenger door and jumped in, fastening his seat belt. "Everything come out okay?" she asked him, giggling. Sean blushed to her question but deep down inside he was hoping that she would be watching him, letting her know how excited she made him. 

Sean leaned over for a quick kiss then suggested Amanda get back on the road. Out of nowhere Sean began giving directions for turns that he wanted Amanda to take. Amanda kept asking Sean where he was headed. 

His response the same every time, "I'll let you know when to pull over." 

They stopped for breakfast, then again for dinner. Breakfast was her treat, but when it came to dinner Amanda acknowledged she didn't have enough for both of them to eat if the place didn't accept her debit card. Sean directed her to a small diner just outside the last town they passed. 

Amanda pulled into the dirt lot and parked her car. Sean helped her get out then shut the door behind her, holding her waist as they approached the entrance. When the waitress came to seat them Sean excused himself to use the restroom and the waitress seated Amanda, bringing coffee and menus. 

When the waitress returned with silverware Amanda explained her situation and offered to do dishes or something to make up the difference.

The waitress calmed her fear of the money shortage and told her dinner was on the house then added, "'round here we like to take care of those in need whenever we can and I'm glad we are able to help you darlin'," 

Amanda was embarrassed for having to ask for help, but at the same time grateful to the waitress for her kindness. When Sean returned to the table Amanda filled him in, telling him how kind the waitress was to them. 

As she spoke to Sean she removed a notepad from her purse and began writing down the name of the diner and the address from the front door then she asked the waitress for her name and jotted that down as well. 

"What are you doing all that for?" Sean asked Amanda. 

She replied, "When I get back home I am gonna send a nice thank you letter along with a check to cover our meals and her tip and send it to them." 

As Amanda wrote the final information on the notepad, Sean gazing into her eyes all the while, he put his hand on hers and said, "Oh Amanda, you're somethin' else, I can't believe no man in the big city has noticed you yet." 

"I'm not all that special," Amanda added, blushing at his words, "but it's the right thing to do and I would feel horrible if I didn't repay my debt to these nice people." Amanda and Sean finished their meal and thanked the waitress once again for her kindness then headed for the car. 

Once Amanda was behind the wheel and her seat belt fastened she asked Sean, "Okay now where are we headed again?"

Sean replied, "Go out that driveway and turn left." Amanda drove until once again hers was the only vehicle on the dark winding road. 

"Whew, that was a great dinner back there and now I need to stretch my legs," Amanda said after driving for about an hour. As she pulled off the road Sean once again put his hand on her thigh, sending waves of excitement throughout Amanda.

"This is a good place and there's a waterfall just over that hill, let's go take a look," Sean said as he moved his hand from her thigh and reached for the door handle to open it.

"Okay," Amanda replied and slid over the seat to get out on the passengers side.

Sean clasped her fingers in his and began the hike up the steep hill to see the waterfall on the other side. Amanda slipped occasionally, but Sean always caught her before she fell. She was beginning to really enjoy his touches and could hardly wait for night to come again. 

Reaching the top of the hill Amanda gasped when she saw the waterfall, "Oh my God, it's beautiful! I missed this one during my trip."

Hand in hand Sean led Amanda to a ridge overlooking the falls. Holding her close he breathed deep then brushed the wind blown hair from her face and read the sign to the right, 'Enchanted Falls." The falls were so quiet and peaceful, surrounded by tall pines and tender fern. Birds and butterflies were in abundance. 

"We still have a while before it gets dark, c'mon follow me," Sean said as he led the way down the path to the bottom of the falls.

The water was flowing gently down the rocks at one part and Sean led Amanda over a sheet of rock leading behind the flow of the water. He reached out, cupping his hands and as the water filled them he brought them to his mouth to drink then did the same for Amanda.

"Oh my god Amanda I absolutely love it here," Sean said to her as he held her close kissing the droplets of water from her chin then added, "the only thing more beautiful than this waterfall is you."

After enjoying the rush of the waterfall Sean told Amanda he wanted to show her more of the UP and they gathered their things and headed back to the car.

Sean gave directions once again, leading Amanda to the first in a series of ghost towns. As Amanda reached the first town she slowed the vehicle almost letting it idle. "Oh God, it's very creepy here Sean," Amanda told him as she drove past an old cemetery with a visible headstone reading Joseph Krause, 1822-1868. 

Sean told Amanda, "If it would make you feel better, we can go to Old Victoria and get a tour of the town instead of walking through here by ourselves."

"I'm just a little spooked Sean, I'd rather take the tour if you don't mind," Amanda said with a look of concern on her face then giggled.

"The town of Old Victoria was once a thriving miner town," the guide told Sean and Amanda. "Some houses here are over one hundred years old. Most have been restored and depict life of the first families here." The guide continued his tour telling Amanda the town's history in great detail as Sean stood back in amazement of Amanda's interest in the topic.

When the tour was over Amanda left a small donation in the box at the visitors' center, telling the tour guide, "This was such an interesting trip. I never knew these things about Michigan before. I will definitely be back again soon to explore more."

Three days had passed; both Sean and Amanda were feeling the need for proper cleansing and rest. Sean motioned for her to pull off at the next exit to a deserted road; either side tree lined to form a canopy above them, it was breathtaking. Amanda slowed her speed to inhale its beauty. Sean motioned another turn. 

A private drive even more breathtaking than the previous road, it was a winding path of red wood chips and dirt through a splendor of pines and fern leading deep into the forest. Amanda stopped suddenly at the approach of a paved driveway leading to a castle-type mansion. Sean again motioned for her to continue up the drive to the walkway near the front door. She did as instructed after hesitating briefly.

Sean exited the car and opened her door. "Come, follow me," he said excitedly. 

At the door he dug into his pocket and pulled out a key, which he used to open the door. Amanda was confused and very nervous, "It's not considered breaking and entering if one uses a key I suppose," she thought to herself. 

The door opened to a foyer of maple and beveled glass that reflected tiny rainbow images throughout. Before entering, he scooped her in his loving embrace and carried her into the mansion. She was in awe at the beauty.

The questions flew from her mouth. "What is happening here? Do you know who lives here? Should we be...?" 

Before she could finish Sean put a finger to her lips silencing her. "Let me unpack, then we'll talk. Make your self at home," he told her as he walked up the wide staircase.

Sean returned shortly and began his speech. "I have been waiting for someone like you. Someone kind, generous and nonjudgmental of others." Then he added, "This is my home and I have been searching for a woman to love me for the man I am, not my possessions. I thank God I have finally found her." He concluded, "Amanda, will you marry me?" and handed her a velvet jewelry box. She didn't know what to say at first. Sean said, "you can think about it and tell me after we clean up and have some dinner."

Amanda paused in disbelief for a moment then shouted, "Wait! Yes! I will marry you," jumping into his arms, kissing him deeply. Sean wouldn't let her go as he carried her up the stairs. She whispered into his ear, "Thank you for loving me back." 

"It's my pleasure ma'am," Sean answered as he carried Amanda up the winding staircase, down the hall and into the master bath. He pushed the French doors open with his foot and set her down on the marble bench facing the sunken bath tub that looked bigger than anything she had ever seen, even in those ritzy magazines she always glanced through at the grocery store check out. Sean drew her a bath and said he would get her a robe to put on when she was finished. 

Before he was able to close the door Amanda whispered, "come back." 

Sean turned slowly and Amanda pulled him to her for a deep kiss and whispered, "help me out of these, please," as she placed Sean's hands on her shirt hem. As he undressed her she was driving him wild and he began to hum. The humming soon turned to singing as he continued removing Amanda's clothing, "I need you tonight 'cause I'm not sleeping, There's something about you girl, that makes me sweat." 

When the last article of clothing was draped over the chair in the bathroom Sean walked to the tub and began singing once again, "So slide over here and give me a moment, Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know, You're one of my kind."

Amanda blushed, following Sean as he sang to her, his deep rugged voice making her legs weak and her heart pound harder as she eased herself down into the hot bubbling bath water.

When he finished singing Amanda held her hand out to Sean as an invitation for him to join her as she whispered, "I need you too, so slide on in here and give me a moment" playfully splashing some water at him and licking her lips.



The Hitchhiker



She was on her way to Las Vegas, tooling through the desert between Phoenix and the Sin City , the CD player blasting Bon Jovi, the air conditioning on the rental cranked to the max.

The landscape was, at the same time, dramatic and boring. Rock formations, in every imaginable shade or red and brown, breathtaking at the start, had lost their fascination. So, she was daydreaming ...

About an e-mail she had just received from a man she had just met online ... a sexy tale he had created about climbing into her bedroom and taking her, partly against her will, but not entirely. She enjoyed believing that a man, beside her husband, would lust for her like that. She needed it for her self-confidence, and he made her feel good again. His writing and her imagination were a powerful pair.

In a part of the story, he described how he would lick her. She had read that story a dozen times and touched herself each time. And as she thought about it again, she began to get wet.

She remembered she was in the middle of the desert, not another car on the road. No one within miles, so ...

With her left hand on the wheel, her right hand pulled up her sun skirt, reached inside her panties and started stroking her clit. Mmmmm, that felt good. She knew better than anyone how she liked it ... just a soft, slow stroking that would make her moister and moister. She loved how she felt to herself, silky wet. And she loved touching herself. Sometimes she would make herself cum quickly, to relieve the sexual tension. Sometimes she liked to take her time and enjoy it. This time, she would linger.

She removed her panties and made small circles around her clit, occasionally slipping a finger inside her. She thought about her friend's tongue. God, she wished he were licking her now. It had been a long time since any man had really made love to her pussy with his tongue -- teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, making long, wide licks between her lips, plunging it deep inside her, pulling her clit into his mouth and gently sucking on it. She loved it all.

In between the soft caresses of her clit, she slipped a finger inside as far as she could. First one, then two. While it was no substitution for the real thing, it did feel good, especially on the way in.

The throbbing was starting to build, and she had waited long enough, so she started rubbing faster. She knew how to bring herself to climax quickly. So she put her head back, just on the brink, when ...

Watch out!

She swerved and missed the car disabled on the side of the road. But only barely. She heard a thump and screeched to a halt in the sandy shoulder. She looked in her rear-view mirror. Had she hit someone? Run them over? She got out of her car and walked back toward the sedan. There didn't seem to be anyone around ...

"Hey!"

He popped out from behind the trunk.

"I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" he said. "Man, you just missed making me a hood ornament. I've got a flat, but my spare is shot, too. I was waiting for someone to come by. There's a garage about 20 miles down the road in the next town. Could you give me a lift?"

She wasn't sure. He was handsome, kind of. About 6-feet tall with blue eyes and a shaven head. He was in a t-shirt and jeans, and, with an athletic build, he wore them well. She guessed he was mid-40s, a little older than her.

But could she give a ride to a stranger on the highway? Maybe the flat tire was a trick. Before she realized it, the words came out of her mouth ...

"Sure," she said. "Hop in."

As she climbed into the driver's seat, she noticed a wry smile on his face.

"What?" she said.

He held out the panties she had placed on the passenger seat and forgotten about. She blushed. He laughed. What the hell, she would make a joke of it.

"Well," she said. "It is a long drive."

They exchanged pleasantries and small talk. She worked for a cleaning supply company and was headed to a trade show in Vegas. He was a local, a landscape designer who worked with his hands. He held them out to show her the callouses. She ran her hands over his. She liked the feel of a working man's hands.

Eventually, the talk came back to the panties. Of course, it did.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," he said with a chuckle as he twirled them on his index finger.

"As a matter of fact ..."

She looked at him. They both broke out in a laugh. He pulled the panties to his nose and inhaled. "Mmmmmm," he said. She felt that familiar tingle.

"Why don't you show me what you were doing?" he said.

"Uh, no," she answered.

"Sherry, we're strangers. We'll never see each other again. Wouldn't that be hot, to share that and then just walk away? Show me ..."

She resisted. 

He said it again. "Show me."

She felt powerless, just as she had when he had asked for a ride. So, her hand went between her legs and she started playing with her clit again. He reached over and pulled the sun dress all the way up.

"I want to see it," he said.

She was breathless by now. He reached over and pulled a strap off her right shoulder, revealing her breast. The forbidden excitement of him touching her sensitive nipples and the hot desert air on her breast was too much. Her head started swimming. He knew it.

"Cum for me, Sherry," he said. "Cum for me."

She did. Stroking her clit faster and faster put her over the top. He had grabbed the wheel to keep the car on the road, so she tossed back her head and totally let go. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes.

She looked at him.

"Okay, your turn," she said.

"What? No," he said.

She started rubbing his crotch.

"Oh, yes. Do it. Pull it out. I want to see it. We're strangers, remember?"

He was caught and he knew it. So he obliged. His cock was getting hard as he yanked it from his jeans. She reached over and ran her right hand over it, then reached down and felt his balls. "Nice," she said. 

He was totally hard now.

"Stroke it," she said. "Jerk off for me."

He started running his hand up and down the shaft. Watching him do that was making her wet again. She started playing with herself as she watched. God, she had never been this wet before. Heck, she had never done anything like this before. But she loved the thill of it. Her eyes were locked on his cock. His eyes on her pussy.

"I want to see you shoot," she said to him. "Tell me when you're close."

He knew it wouldn't be long. Nor for her. She was ready to cum, too.

"Now," he said.

She slammed on the brakes and dropped her head into his lap, sucking the cum from his cock. When the first shot hit her throat, she came, too. She was gasping during her orgasm and struggling to take his every drop. She didn't spill any.

"I though you said you wanted to see me shoot," he said.

"I lied," she replied. "I just wanted to know when you were going to cum."

They fixed their clothes and resumed the trip. Within minutes, they were at the garage. He hopped out and smiled. He knew the rules. He couldn't ask for a phone number, couldn't ask for anything beyond what they had shared.

"Sherry," he said. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

"Same here," she replied.

She smiled and sped off, tossing something out the window. It landed at his feet.

The panties. 



The Hitchhiker



First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Most of my stories are written as if recalling them from memory. Please enjoy!

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We are driving down the road, not to any place in particular. It's getting late and it's pretty rainy out. Nice weather for a relaxed casual drive. After a while I put my hand on your thigh and relish in the feel of your nice, squishy leg under the fabric of your soft skirt, the colorful one that goes down to your ankles. You just close your eyes and lay back. I start to rub you more and farther down between your legs. After you are comfortable you kind of open up and spread your legs enough for me to get better access to your warmer bits.

As my mind is kind of occupied by this I almost fail to see the hitchhiker on the side of the road. It is rainy and dark out. We both look at each other and say yeah we should pick this poor guy up. So we back up a little and he jumps in the back seat, trying to dry his hair off a bit. We ask him where he is going and what his name is and he says that his name is Tom and that he is headed south. We exclaim that we are headed in the same direction and tell him that he can ride with us until we get to where we are going. He is a decently dressed guy with nice hair and corduroy pants so I like him already. The three of us get to talking and having a good time and find that we all have a little in common. After a couple hours we are kind of talked out and you put some music on. Tom tells you that he loves this song and the two of you talk about different concerts that you went to with the same DJ. The three of us kind of zone out listening to the music and watching the dark houses with their lights on fly by our windows. 

I see a house on my side where a young couple is in the living room remodeling and I get a kind of melancholy feeling, wishing that we could be settled into a fixer-upper of our own. I put my hand on your thigh in affection, and your legs move slowly apart. I don't even think about it and I put my hand down deeper between your legs because that's where my hand likes to be and not meeting any resistance it goes for the kill. Like in any situation if my hands are anywhere near your pussy they want very badly to play with you. I start to rub softly at first warming you up and then push harder through your skirt rolling your clit back and forth. You moan a little and squirm in my hand trying not to make big movements. 

Tom in the back seat takes your restless movement to mean that you are uncomfortable sitting so long and informs us that he is a licensed message therapist. He suggests that he give you a shoulder massage and looks at me in the mirror. I smile looking over at you and you return the smile, so I say sure, but be careful she is ticklish. He leans forward enough to take your shoulders in his hands and starts to knead them with practiced precision. Meanwhile I have not stopped massaging your clit through your skirt and panties. You are in heaven able to moan away without having to be quiet. Knowing that Tom can't see over the seat, I get daring and slide my hand up your shirt and then down under your skirt and panties. I push my hand down, rubbing it through your soft pubic hair, over your clit and plunge my two fingers into your pussy. You moan really loud and Tom thinks he has found the right spot and continues to massage that area of your shoulder. From the excitement and the rubbing, you come on my fingers and shudder under his hands. I pull my hand back and you tell him that that was just the right spot and that you feel much better. You wink at me and smile, melting into your seat feeling satisfied. 

At about midnight I decide that we should get some sleep, so I pull over into a small turn out and park the car. Tom thanks us for the ride and says that he will try walking for awhile. We tell him that he is ridiculous and that there will be plenty of room to sleep in the back after we fold down the seats. 

After getting all the bedding out of the back and laying the seats flat, we put out our sleeping bags and realize that we are going to have to zip them together and sleep the three of us in two bags. We look at each other and smile coming to the same conclusion at the same time and tell Tom that will be fine. Tom is taking off his still wet t-shirt while we are brushing our teeth and getting ready to get undressed and into bed. When you take off your bra without taking off your shirt, Tom's eyes get wide and he tries not to stare. But when you take your skirt off and you are standing there in your little shirt and black panties he is totally caught unawares and stares awestruck. He just gawks at you while you climb in the back and get into the sleeping bag. 

I strip to my boxers and get in beside you, saying that it would probably be better if you sleep in the middle and we all laugh and settle in. After about ten minutes you tell us that your shirt had gotten wet when we were out brushing our teeth and that you were going to have to take it off if you were going to get any sleep. Tom is visibly embarrassed but he agrees and you reach out to set it out to dry on the only available handle, which means that you have to reach over Toms head to put it up. His face is something of a picture when he see's your lovely breasts just inches from his face. I just kind of snicker to myself and wonder how much of this he can take. You get settled back in and just when we think we are done, you say something wet is touching me! So you reach down and grab it in your hand and realize that Tom's boxers are still wet from before and he has suddenly got a rock hard and rather huge erection. You don't pull your hand away at first and you tell him that he is going to have to take off his boxers if we are to stay dry tonight. Tom is totally shocked by what's happening, but after another few seconds decides that you are right and he strips them off and sets them to dry on the back of the passenger seat. 

When Tom settles back in he has nowhere to put his huge boner, and it presses right up against your side. Being in the bed with the two of you has gotten me really horny so I put my hand on your boob and start to squeeze it. In the sleeping bag together like we are, Tom can't help but notice what we are doing, but he is still to shy. You reach over and grab his hand and pull it down to your pussy and place it on top of your panties, which are already starting to get wet. He doesn't need any more encouragement than that and starts to rub your clit and move his hand up and down your soft puffy lips. Noticing that Tom has finally gotten a clue I put your breast in my mouth and start to suck on your nipple and bite it a little. You moan and wiggle at the sensation. We both start to get braver and explore your body with our hands, taking in every inch and crevice, hoping to find another warm part of a woman's body that we had not known about before. Mean while you have been slowly sliding your panties down your legs and off to the bottom of the sleeping bag. Tom has also started to finger you in earnest, pushing two fingers then three all the way to his bottom knuckles. I kiss you passionately and lick your neck going back down to your breast and your sumptuous nipple. You turn your head over and kiss Tom slipping your tongue into his mouth where it is met by his and you swirl it around. He kisses you deeper loving the minty taste of your tongue in his mouth.

After a few minutes of switching back and forth kissing us both you pull your legs up and push your head down into the sleeping bag kind of lying on your back, but facing me, with one leg up on the front seat. We both start ravishing your pussy and your ass crack in turn; slurping up every bit of pussy juice and sweat we can get our tongues and lips on. You reach out in the dark of the sleeping bag and roughly grab my cock shoving it into your mouth. My pre-cum has made it slick and slide right into your throat. You suck and lick it and move your head back and forth taking it into your mouth again and again. When you feel me tense up because I am about to cum, you stop and turn your body so that you are facing Tom and I start to lick your ass. Tom wastes no time and plunges his tongue deep into your soaking pussy. He sucks on your clit like he has a fever and you squirm on his face.

You have no trouble finding Tom's huge cock, because it is sticking past your face and lying on your ear. I feel the back of your head in my lap as you lean back far enough to get the tip into your mouth. He is very big so you grab his cock with both hands and lick the pre-cum off the tip as you stroke it. Feeling your hair on my cock and balls I can't help but thrust forward in excitement. You are taken by surprise and Tom's cock is shoved deep down into your throat. You quickly get control of yourself and pull back off it as I pull back. But as your hair rests on my balls again I thrust forward and his cock is buried in your mouth again. You finally realize what's happening and just go with it, sucking him off, resigned to deep throat his cock as far as you can while I thrust forward, your hair tickling my balls. Pulling your head up and back to avoid my crotch, you slide Toms cock out of your mouth to lick along his shaft and down to his balls. You take his balls into your mouth and lick him all over. He moans with a mouth full as his tongue darts in and out of your pussy.

I can barely contain myself licking your ass and squeezing your breasts from behind. I pull you up from the position that your in and slowly, awkwardly turn you around in the sleeping bag. Facing away from me I enter you from behind, pushing my cock all the way in. You're so wet I just thrust in and out, back and forth loving the wetness on my thighs and all around your pussy and ass. Meanwhile you and Tom start kissing deeply again, licking each others necks and ears feverishly while I fuck your gooey pussy.

I can feel Toms cock hard in between your legs and he can't help but thrust from all the movement and passion. So I pull out of you and feel relived because I was about to come. You reach down and guide his big cock to your pussy. He pushes gently at first, until his head is in, then he pushes harder putting it farther in, your pussy stretches hard around his cock. He pushes deeper and you feel like your going to explode. So much cock in you your mind is swimming. I lean over to your ear and whisper do you like his cock in you, do you want more? YES! you say and you moan loud enough for both of us to hear. You back into me and I slide my cock into your ass. You half yell, half whine, FUCK ME, your voice trembling with desire and we both start fucking you harder and harder as you scream your ecstasy for anyone to hear. Neither of us can take much of this and we all cum together, your pussy quivering, and our cocks pumping our hot cum deep inside you. We all slump down unable to move, not caring that cum is dribbling out of you and onto the sleeping bag.



The Hitchhiker



Another day, another dime... Is it dime or dollar? Must be dime – they only pay me a pittance! And so went the internal dialogue as I crawled through the traffic from the office to the outskirts of town where I'd be able to open her up and put my foot down. Unless I found a tractor. Or an old person. Bastards! The whole bloody lot of them.

I continued to creep at a steady 17 ½ miles an hour, negotiating roundabouts, swearing at traffic lights and cursing the slow to react. I knew that in about 7 minutes I would be out of the centre. Traffic would begin to ease off, and my speed would begin to ease up.

I finally reached to town limits and watched with glee as the needle on my speedo crept past 25, then 30, 45, 60. Beautiful! Then, as expected, but hoped against; an old person. Driving a fucking tractor. How cruel can life be?? I put my clutch down and cruised up behind it until I started to get too close. I gently squeezed the brake, and began cursing the oncoming traffic that was preventing me from over-taking. Knowing I was doomed to be stuck behind it for the majority of the journey, I allowed my attention to drift from the road. 

It was as my eyes scanned the verge to my left I saw a sign being held optimistically out "Away From Here" was the simple request it carried. I felt this might be what was preventing other drivers from pulling over – it can't've been the hitchhiker herself – she was stunning! Tall, slim, fantastic legs, shoulder length brown hair, and a smile that I'd kill for. I began to thank the tractor – had I been doing the preferred 65, I wouldn't've been able to stop in time!

I pulled over and opened the door for her. As she climbed in her short denim skirt rode up slightly, and I got the feeling that she wanted it to. My hunch for this was based upon the way her smile widened as she caught me looking her up and down. I blushed my apologies. She laughed them off and introduced herself as Sammy. I told her my name, and kissed her hand.

"Where do you really want to go then?" I was curious as to whether this was just a social experiment, or whether she really didn't care where she was taken. Or how... I gave myself a mental slap for that last thought, but was unable to keep my mind from dwelling upon it.

I noticed her lips moving but had missed most of what she had said. "... cheating sonofabastard" was all I caught. Enough to get the basic gist of what she was saying.

"So you really have no destination in mind? No family? Friends?" I was now intrigued beyond belief.

She simply shook her head. "Just away from here." I told her where I was headed and she said it sounded great, but a little too close. I indicated to pull back into the traffic and began to think. Or how... That phrase just spinning around my head and driving me to distraction. I had to have her.

"I could take you further.... But it'd be a bit inconvenient for me." I let it hang in the air, wondering if she'd offer anything to the baited hook I'd dangled before her. 

"Turn left here." She looked toward a narrow country lane. Possibly used by about 4 people at this time of night. As her eyes looked back to meet mine there was a sparkle in there that I've never seen before or since.

"Whatever could you want with this road? It's the long way to nowhere." I had a sneaking suspicion what she wanted with this road, but tried not to let on.

"If you really want to find out, you'll make the turn..."

I made the turn.

As soon as the sound of the traffic behind us faded slightly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and leant forward to reach for my flies. With one movement she had my trousers unzipped and halfway down my thighs. "Worth the detour?" she asked as her hand slid up and down my cock, stopping at the bottom to caress my balls, before making the return journey.

"Looks very promising!" she looked me in the eye and slowly dropped her pretty little mouth to my lap. I felt her breath warming the sensitive skin of my penis and could feel it growing even harder with every exhalation. I was ready to push her head down and speed up the contact, but before I could get my hand off the steering wheel I was taken to heaven. The car wobbled across the road lightly clipping the hedgerow as the full length of my cock was enveloped by the warmth of her mouth.

Sammy held the tip of my cock against the back of her throat for a few seconds before coming up for air, flickering her tongue across the underside of my shaft. "Only 'looks promising'? Hmm. I'll have to see what I can do about that then!" With that she started pumping her hand up and down my cock as she ran her tongue across my balls and gently sucked my left testicle into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva. Then she repeated this with the other.

She continued to move her hand with vigour as she brought her mouth back up my cock to suck on the tip like it was a lollipop. I made a hasty right into a field and stopped the car behind a barn. I was too horny to keep driving. I pulled her pigtails, lifting her head from my cock "Out!" I commanded.

"This isn't very far from where you picked me up... Is my ride over already?" she asked coyly. She knew damn well I was just about to start riding her! She got out of the car as I pulled my trousers to a more dignified height and walked around to the bonnet.

When I got there my suspicions were confirmed – she hadn't been wearing any panties – and she was slowly rubbing her clit as she watched me walk around in front of her. When I was stood looking into her eyes she reached for my cock, but I moved out of her reach. I had other plans for her. I dropped to my knees and pushed her feet up to rest on the bumper.

I started to kiss the inside of her right thigh as I scratched my nails along the inside of her left one. Eventually I had both my hand and my mouth less than an inch from her pussy. It was my turn to torment her. I started to flick my tongue around the very extremities of her pussy; kissing the crease between her thigh and her pubis, surrounding her damp crevice with kisses and licks.

Then I felt a hand at the back of my neck. Just as I had planned to do to her! It was frightening how much we seemed to think alike – even after this short time! I plunged my tongue into her hole and licked all the way up to her clit, flicking the tip of my tongue against it, then running the flat across it. 

I could hear her breath starting to hitch in her chest and decided to go in for the kill... I placed the tip of two fingers against the entrance to her cunt and slowly pushed until they sank from sight. I twisted my hand so it was face up and started to rub my fingers along the roof of her pussy; dragging my fingertips slowly out and them pushing them back in.

I stood up and immediately Sammy grabbed for – and got – my cock. She guided it into her mouth and pushed my hands against the back of her head, twining my fingers into her hair. She grabbed my hips and started to thrust me into her mouth, groaning with lust as I entered and withdrew. I took the initiative and started to fuck her mouth, slowly at first, but not for long. I felt like was getting too close for comfort, so reluctantly pulled back.

She looked up at me desperate for attention, wanting to please, wanting to be pleased. Who was I to stand in the way of such simple, base desires? I'd hate myself if I even tried to! 

I leant her back against the bonnet of the car – it was still warm from the drive – and wrapped my arms around her. As my mouth found hers, my cock was poised to penetrate her, ready to experience that warmest, sweetest sensation known to man. As we kissed, I thrust my hips forward and entered her, just a little way at first, but a prolonged pressure embedded me to the hilt making us both moan.

Sammy redoubled her kissing and I sped up my thrusting. Mostly long deep strokes; allowing an enriched feeling for both of us, but every once in a while a burst of rapid shallow strokes seemed to hit the right spot.

I stood up; being careful not to allow my cock to slip from the warmth it was enjoying so much, and lifted Sammy's legs over my shoulders, before turning her face down on the bonnet. She gripped the top edge of it and put her feet on the grass, her shoes had both slipped off, and she seemed to enjoy the feel of the blades between her toes.

She braced herself against the bonnet as I began to push down on her hips as I began to pound in and out of her cunt, no mercy now. I wanted to come, and I think she understood the urge: she bucked back against my every thrust.

I wrapped my hands around her stomach and allowed my hands to wander up her body towards her breasts. They were a nice handful – firm, round, and a good grip to help me pull her onto me even harder!

I stood still and watched as she bounced back against me, taking advantage of my stiff cock and apparently, thinking only of herself now. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I could see her biting her lip lightly as she panted her exertions.

I took over again, knowing I was about to cum, I thrust hard and fast into her, and she took it all. At the last moment, I spun her around and pushed her to the ground. She wrapped her lips willing, almost lovingly around my dick, sucking as I tugged myself off for the last few strokes before release. I came hard, shooting to the back of her throat, and holding my cock there until the last spurt. I pulled my cock out and watched, fascinated, as she opened her mouth and showed me the cum she had in there. Then it was gone, and she was licking me clean.

I waited until she slowed in her ministrations and pulled her to her feet, holding her close to me. "That loser doesn't know what he's lost," I whispered into her hair as I ran my hand slowly up and down her back.

We eventually got into the car, and I took her far 'Away From Here', ditching the office, and not stopping until the car ran out of fuel. That was where we set our home, and where we both felt 'Away'. From it all.

The End



The Hitchhiker



I was driving late one night when I saw you walking along the side of the road. Long black hair trailing behind, you were wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt. As I passed, you turned your head to meet my eyes, a small smile on your face.

Something made me pull over that I could not explain. You opened the door and climbed in, that knowing smile never leaving your face. I asked where you were heading and you merely shrugged. You apparently had no specific destination in mind, so I just drove on.

I kept watching you out of the corner of my eye, something about you kept drawing my attention, distracted by this beautiful stranger sitting beside me. I saw your smile grow, just a little, and I knew you were well aware that I was watching you. Your hand moved up and you absently began to toy with the top button of your shirt, accidentally popping it open.

I had to shift uncomfortably. I was suddenly rock hard, trying not to show how much you aroused me. I saw your nipples stiffen under your shirt, letting me know that there was nothing underneath. I stifled a groan as inappropriate thoughts flashed through my mind. 

We drove on for a while, finally stopping for gas and food. There was little conversation. The silence was comfortable and neither of us felt the need to break that comfort with meaningless chatter. After we ate, we got back in and drove off. 

After several hours of driving, I grew tired. I knew I needed to pull over and sleep and that raised an issue that I had not anticipated. I had a tent in the bed of the truck. I intended to set up the small pop-up pup tent and sleep there. With you, that presented some issues. 

Setting everything up, you decided to curl up in the tent as there was not a lot of room in the cab. Shrugging, I dug out an extra sleeping bag and we climbed in to sleep. I drifted off but woke several hours later, your arm laid out across my chest and your body pressed into mine. Not wanting to disturb you, I went back to sleep.

The next morning, we got up and drove off again. You had a look on your face that confused me. You seemed slightly upset but I could understand why. You couldn't be upset that I took advantage. I made sure to behave completely.

This continued on for some time. The silence creating a tension that was not there before. Finally, frustrated, you unbuckled your seatbelt, leaned over and began to unzip my pants. I swerved the truck, slamming on the brakes but one look from you told me to keep driving. You pulled my suddenly hard cock from my pants and began to stroke me, the smile returning to your face.

With a mischievous look, you bent down and took me into your mouth, sucking and licking me until a groan escaped my lips. You gently ran your teeth along my length, not something I usually enjoyed but you did it so softly it merely added to the pleasure. Your hand continued its stroking whenever I was exposed from your mouth.

You increased your pace and suction, demanding me to cum without ever saying a word. I struggled to keep the truck on the road, trying not to kill us both. You didn't care. You kept up the pressure and then smiled around my cock as you felt that first twitch that opened the gates. I exploded, groaning loudly as swerving slightly.

You swallowed every last drop, squeezing me slightly as you stroked me, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop. You looked up at me, licking your lips and smiling. You then explained to me how you were hoping I would try something that night as we slept. I tried to explain but could not find the words. You smiled, understanding me without the words.

I pulled the truck over onto the side of the road and climbed out, forgetting to tuck my cock back into my pants, consumed by a hunger that overrode all my caution. You quickly followed suit, meeting me as you began to close the door. I reached out and held the door open, pushing you back until you were sitting on the edge of the seat.

My hands reached out and quickly removed your shirt, my head dipping down and taking you nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked out, brushing your nipple as my teeth applied just a little pressure. Your hands wrapped into my hair, holding me close.

While I worked on your nipples with my mouth and tongue, my hands quickly moved down, working your pants free of your body. You kicked your shoes off and raised your hips to allow your pants freedom to come off. When you were finally naked, I wasted no time as I speared my fingers into you.

I was pleased, but not surprised, to feel how wet you were. You moaned as my fingers moved in and out, my thumb finding your clit. A small orgasm worked its way out and you began to breathe heavily, wanting more but not wanting the pleasure to end.

I pulled away but only long enough to get down onto my knees, my hands pushing your legs apart slightly. With very little warning, even though you knew it was coming, my face slid between your legs, my tongue flashing out and sliding into your clit. You groaned until you felt my fingers reenter you. That caused you to explode. 

I kept up my actions, keeping you building up to orgasm and exploding time and again. Then, between gasps for air and orgasms, you begged me to stop. Begged me to fuck you. Not having the heart to refuse, I stood up and slammed my cock into you. You grabbed me and pulled me down, kissing me for the first time as you wrapped your legs around me.

I thrust into you, harder and harder, faster and faster until you exploded once again. And I didn't stop. I refused to stop. I continued pounding into you, feeling you tighten around me and hearing you scream as you came, again and again. Then I exploded into you. I had intended to pull out but your legs refused to loosen up and I had no choice. This brought you into the biggest orgasm yet and you screamed until you were hoarse.

I braced my arms against the frame of the cab, keeping myself from collapsing on you. You looked up at me and grinned. I smiled back and helped you to sit up. You kissed me again, this time more gently but still full of hunger and desire. Somehow, I just knew that this was going to be a long, but very fun drive.



The Hitchhiker



It was an incredibly long drive across Texas, through some of the most desolate country imaginable. My sales job took me all over the southwest. I'd been driving for hours and could count the cars I'd seen on one hand. Of course, this was somewhat by design; I didn't care for interstate highways. I much preferred the two lane state routes. With so few cars to share the road with, I could get lost in my music or just my thoughts. Besides, all my customers lived off of these kind of roads.

I was on a particularly desolate stretch of road when I saw the hitchhiker up ahead. I remember thinking, "How does he expect to get a ride on a road with no traffic?" I believe you can easily divide people into two groups when it comes to hitchhikers, and I've always been in that group that will generally stop to offer someone a ride. It's the samaritan thing to do, and besides, it's nice to have a little company. I'd met some nice people that way, and had some very stimulating conversation. I had never once felt threatened, and had only regretted it once or twice (when my passenger had been too many days without a shower.)

As I got closer I could make out his stereotypical cowboy features... He was lean and lanky, with dusty jeans, a denim jacket over a white T-shirt, aviator sunglasses, a red bandana hanging out of one pocket, and a cowboy hat - the kind where the brim is bent at fairly sharp angles. I slowed as I passed him and he flashed a nice smile and a friendly wave. I pulled over and waited as he ambled up. He opened the back car door and tossed a dusty, well-worn, army surplus duffle bag into the rear seat before climbing into the front seat beside me.

"Thanks for stopping. I'm Brett," he said and offered his hand. I shook it, noting his rough skin and firm grip. 

"Hank," I said. "Where you headed?"

"Houston," he replied. I checked my mirrors and gunned it.

"I'm headed for Phoenix," I said. "Happy to drop you off."

"Much obliged," Brett replied, slouching down into the seat. He allowed his hat to tip forward, covering his eyes, as if preparing to sleep all the way to Houston. 

I looked over at him and noticed an incredible bulge starting in his crotch and creating a salami-sized outline that ran halfway down his thigh. My mouth may have fallen open in awe, I'm not sure, but I quickly looked away. I didn't know if he could see me from under the brim of that cowboy hat, but I certainly didn't want to give him the wrong idea. I wasn't gay, or even bisexual. Like most guys, I had thought about it a few times... wondered what it would be like. I even found it arousing. But I had never acted on such urges, and never planned to.

Miles went by. I made a couple of attempts at chit-chat, but Brett seemed more interested in shut-eye than conversation. Every so often, I'd sneak another glance at that bulge, my imagination running a little wild. I looked over again, amazed at the size, and as I watched, his hand slid down from his belly, cupped the girth of his shaft and stroked downward toward the tip. My eyes were riveted. Suddenly there came that familiar "driving by braille" sound. Mesmerized by the python in his jeans, I had drifted off to the side of the road. I snapped my head forward, simultaneously jerking the steering wheel.

"Damn, Hank! Just pull the car over."

"Gotta go?" I asked nervously.

"No Hank. Pull the car over so you can suck my dick."

I was literally speechless.

"Pull the car over. Do it now!" He said with such authority that I bewilderedly began to brake and pull over.

"Look," I stammered, "I-I-I wasn't... I mean I'm n-n-not..."

"Right," he chuckled. "Save it, Hank. You've been staring at my crotch ever since I got in the car. That's alright. I get that a lot. I know what you want, Hank, and I'm going to give it to you. And maybe some more besides."

"B-b-but I-I-I don't... I think y-y-you've got the wrong..."

"Like hell I do! You've spent the last 45 minutes thinking about a biiiig mouthful of my hard dick. You even got a bulge of your own going there. The good news is, it's been a while and I'm pretty horny, so I'm gonna let you have what you want. Now just stop yer denying and complaining and pull the car over to that little bunch of trees off over there."

Speechless and bewildered, I did as I was told. "Is this really happening?" I asked myself... "Am I really going to do this?"

As the car slowed to a stop, Brett unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning his fly.

"Listen, r-r-r-really, I..."

He slid his jeans and underwear down in one quick smooth motion, freeing an erection the size of which I'd never seen before. I couldn't speak. I couldn't take my eyes off of that enormous throbbing cock.

"You were saying?" he grinned.

I sat there, utterly frozen and incredulous.

"Your mouth's already wide open. You know damn well you want it. What are you waiting for, cocksucker?" And with that, he reached out, putting a hand on the back of my neck and pulling my head toward his cock. I resisted, my eyes opened even wider. I looked at him with a mixture of fear and indignation, still trying to hold on to the idea that I was NOT a cocksucker. But he was quite strong, and after a moment, I gave in to his strength and my lust and curiosity. 

I stopped, my mouth just an inch or two from the swollen purple head. Everything felt so surreal... I remember thinking, "This must be a dream." But then a firm strong hand pushed my head down and the head of his giant, throbbing cock filled my mouth.

"That's it," he said reassuringly. "Mmmmm..."

I marveled at the soft, smooth skin. It was unlike anything else I'd ever had in my mouth. I slid my tongue around it, feeling the ridge at the base of the head, thoroughly fascinated by the way it felt against my tongue. Slowly, I pushed my head down further, taking more of his cock into my mouth, then I pulled back, my lips tracing the contours of his shaft until it was completely out of my mouth, my lips forming a little kiss at the very tip of his dickhead. I opened wide and plunged down, trying to take him even deeper. He groaned in delight. I repeated this slow pull-back followed by hungry lunges over and over... and each time I was rewarded with a throaty groan or an "Aaaahhh, yeah..."

"Tell me you never sucked cock before, Hank! You're a fucking natural!"

I continued my strokes and began swirling my tongue around more.

"You're loving that hard cock, aren't you, boy?" he cajoled. 

"Mmm hm!" was the best reply I could manage.

"Are you my cocksucking little slut, Hank?"

"Mm hm!"

He grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head from his cock. "Say it!"

"Yes!" I cried, desperate to get his meat back into my mouth.

"Tell me what you are, bitch!"

"I'm your cocksucking little slut!" I panted. "Please! Let me have more!"

"Damn right you're going to take more!" he growled. "You barely took half so far, bitch. You're gonna swallow it ALL before we're through."

I fought off a moment of panic as I felt his hand on the back of my head, forcing me down, down... his hand pushing harder and harder. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, then coughed. He pulled my head up slightly.

"Relax your throat," he commanded, then pushed down again.

I tried to do as he told me but I gagged again, coughing and sputtering. He pushed still harder, simultaneously thrusting his rock hard dick further past my gag zone and into my throat. I gagged and began to retch.

"Nah," he said. "This ain't gonna work in here. Get outta the car, Hank, and come around over here to this grassy patch."

I did as he demanded. He stepped out of the car after removing his cowboy boots and shedding his jeans and underwear.

"On your knees," he said. And I did.

"Now lick it. Cover it with your spit." I did it. He moaned.

"Fuck yeah, boy! God damn, you LOVE my cock, don'tcha?"

"I LOVE your cock!" I echoed back.

He grabbed my hair and thrust his hips forward.

"Lick my ball sack!" And I licked and licked and licked.

"Suck 'em into your mouth, now. Yeaaaah, that's it. Aaaaah, fuck yeah! Now get the other one. Ooooohhh... You fuckin' cock slut! Now get 'em BOTH in your mouth! Come on, now, you can do it! Aaaahhhh, that's it. Now stroke my dick while you suck on them balls!"

I did everything he demanded - with gusto. I was in seventh cock slut heaven.

He pulled me off his balls and told me to open wide. Then he plunged his meat rocket into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He held my head with a handful of hair in each hand, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, over and over, gradually picking up the speed. Then he stopped abruptly at the end of a thrust.

"Now relax those thrust muscles and forget about gagging. You're taking it all the way, now."

Slowly, he forced his cock deeper... and deeper... I felt him slide down into my throat. I fought the urge to gag, swallowing instead.

"AAAH! YEAH! That's it, now, swallow! Keep swallowing!"

Further and further I felt it go down my throat. I swallowed again and again. My nose was now buried in his pubes and smashed up against his hard abdomen. He pulled out two or three inches then pushed slowly back down until it was all the way in again, as far as it would go. He pulled out two or three inches again, then quickly rammed it all the way back in. He repeated this a few more times, then seemed to realize that I was growing desperate for air.

"YEAH, BITCH!" he whooped. "You LIKE being face fucked, don't you?!"

I wasn't sure I did. It was a little scary not being able to breathe because your windpipe was blocked by eleven inches of rock hard man-meat. Still, I didn't want to upset him. I genuinely wanted MORE of his cock!

"YES!" I nearly shouted.

"Yes, WHAT?"

"I like to be face fucked!"

"Bullshit!" he yelled. "Say it like you mean it!"

"I LOVE IT! I NEED TO BE FACE FUCKED!"

"Need it, do ya? Fuckin' BEG for it, you little cock slut!"

"PLEASE, BRETT, PLEEEEEASE FACE FUCK YOUR LITTLE COCK SLUT! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!!"

"Anything, huh?" he replied in a sly tone of voice. "Just remember you said that, cock slut!" And he plunged his cock back in, thrusting slowly until he was in as far as he could go, then stroking back and forth, fucking my face with wild abandon. Every so often he'd stop and pull out to allow me some air. Then, right back to it.

Just then, a car drove by. It honked wildly as it drove off into the distance. Someone had seen everything. Was it anyone I knew?

"I'm not going to shoot my load down your throat, he said. I'm gonna fill your mouth 'cause I want you to taste it."

He pulled back until just his head was in my mouth, then thrust forward, slowly and not too deep.

"I'm gonna fill your slutty little mouth in just a few seconds. Don't you dare spit it out! And don't swallow it, neither. I want you to savor it, boy. Savor that spunky flavor all around in your slutty little mouth 'til I tell you you can swallow."

He continued his short, slow thrusts, but they were getting kind of jerky.

"You ready for it?" 

"Mm hm!"

"I ought to pull out and make you... OH! OOOH! OH, GOD! HERE IT COMES, BITCH! YOU REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU!"

Just then his ball sack started to spasm. and his dick swelled a little. I reached up to stroke his balls and felt the first big spurt shoot against the roof of my mouth. It was hot - really HOT, and it had a strong taste almost like I'd imagine curdled milk might taste. Spurt after spurt, it shot into my mouth and I began to wonder if he'd shoot so much cum that I couldn't hold it all. 

Then it stopped, but he still held his dick in my mouth as he panted and moaned.

We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity. I savored - truly SAVORED the strong, spunky taste of his jizz. No one would say it tasted good; it tasted NASTY. And that's what this was all about - NASTY. In the course of 30 minutes, I had gone from an average, every day, farm equipment salesman to a dirty, NASTY, cock loving cum slut!

"OK, now swallow," he said, "but not all of it!" I swallowed about half.

"That's good." he said, as he pushed his now partially erect cock deeper into my mouth.

Again grabbing my head, he moved it around, causing his cock to poke around all over inside my mouth. "Open real wide, now." he ordered, then he pulled out his cock. It was covered in thick ropes of his slimy cum.

"Now close your mouth," he said, "and your eyes.

I did as I was told and felt his cock slap against my left cheek. Then he rubbed it along the right side of my nose. He rubbed it across my forehead, then my chin, flopping and wiping, almost as though my face was his canvas and he was painting a masterpiece with his cum.

"I'm marking you, Hank. You're mine now. My personal cocksucking little cum slut who will do ANYTHING I say... Now let's hit the road.

As I started to get up off my knees, he said, "Don't even THINK of wiping that off your face."



The Hitchhiker



Home of Dr. Bandu
0312, 12/13

Dixie stretched and yawned. For a moment she froze. She was in a bed that she didn’t recognize. She looked around the room. Beside the bed was a nightstand. In the pale moonlight from the nearby window she could see that it was bare except for a clock. The clock read 03:12.

Then it came back to her. She had been walking along the highway, her bag thrown over a shoulder. It was getting late and the temperature was steadily dropping. The night before she had slept beside the highway and she wasn’t inclined to repeat the process again. The sun had just dipped below the horizon when a lone car had come up beside her and stopped.

Inside the dark sedan was an elderly gentleman that vaguely resembled Einstein, with the white frizzy hair and bushy mustache. Dixie figured she was safe enough, so she threw her bag in the back on got in on the passenger side. Chitchat as they drove along revealed that there were no nearby hotels. Her driver was Dr. Bandu, a neurobiologist who was doing research in controlling dangerous mental patients. That was all she remembered. She must have fallen asleep in the car. But how had he gotten her up to this, obviously spare, bedroom?

Dixie got up from the bed and looked around. She was dressed only in bra and panties, which gave her pause. A quick search of the room revealed her clothes and bag in the closet. In the closet was also a full-length robe that she pulled around herself. From the window she could tell that she was on a second story. She stepped out into the hallway.

The hallway ran all the way around the second floor in a big square. Halfway around the other side was a staircase leading down. Dixie padded quietly over to the staircase and down. At the end of the hall Dixie could see a lit room. So she headed there, assuming that her benefactor would be somewhere close.

Dixie passed another staircase going down to a sub-floor. When she entered the room at the end of the hall she found that it was a quaint den-type room. Bookshelves lined three of the four walls. Against the fourth wall was a computer set up on an expansive desk that covered most of the wall. A bar took up what little space remained. Unfortunately, there was no one in the room.

Dixie walked over to the bar and started studying the liquors there. She noticed a small refrigerator underneath the bar, so she opened it and started going through the liquors she found there. “Cold Duck,” she read the label out loud. “Vodka, Wine, Wine. Hello? What’s this?” In the back of the cabinet was a beaker that had no label. Rather it had a bit of paper taped to it that bore only a large ‘X’. “This must be the good stuff.”

She pulled the beaker out and grabbed a glass from the top of the cabinet. She poured herself a shot and downed it easily. The second glass she took her time with, savoring it. “Not to thick,” she noted. “Not really an alcohol bite to it. Not what one would expect from a home brew.”

“That is because it is not alcohol,” a voice said from the doorway in a thick German accent. Dixie turned toward the door startled. There stood the elderly man who had given her a ride earlier. In his arm was a bunch of papers.

“What do you mean?” Dixie asked.

Dr. Bandu dropped the papers on the computer desk and then walked over to where Dixie stood by the bar. Gingerly he took the glass from her hand and poured it back into the beaker. “It is the passivity drug that I have been working on. The freezer in my lab is full. So I thought to keep it up here. I was not expecting guests… it was my mistake.” Bandu walked over to the wall where an intercom hung. “Karl.” He paused as though expecting an instant answer this early in the morning. “Karl!” A mumbled reply this time. “Get down here. I will need you to sit sentinel tonight.”

“How much of this have you drank?” He asked, turning back to Dixie and taking her wrist in his hand. His practiced fingers found her pulse in no time.

“You drugged me!” Dixie said, finding her voice again.

“Technically you drugged yourself. Now how much of this have you drank?”

“About six fingers total.” Dixie replied.

“That is a pretty heavy dose. But not outside acceptable limits. Your heartbeat seems fine.” He took a small flashlight out of a pocket. He turned it on and shined it into Dixie’s eyes. First one and then the other. “How do you feel?”

“Fine. A bit nervous, maybe. But otherwise, I’m fine.”

“There is no need to feel nervous. The drug is harmless. A good night’s rest and the drug will be out of your system. But it is similar to hypnosis. The groundwork for long-term effects can be laid while you are in this state. We must be careful that this does not happen again.”

A man walked into the room. He was easily six feet tall and weighed two hundred fifty pounds. But not a bit of that weight was fat. He looked like he could be a linebacker for a football team. His hair was blonde, and cut short. There was something distinctly primal in his soft blue eyes.

“Ah, Karl,” Dr. Bandu said, turning to the huge man, “take Miss Dixie up to room 12. She has accidentally taken a dose of Calm. So no television, keep discussion to a minimal. See that she is safely tucked into bed and is asleep before you let her out of your sight. Then I want you to stay with her for at least the next 8 hours.”

“Right this way, Miss,” Karl said in a deep voice. Dixie took his arm without the least hesitation.

As they were going back up the stairs Dixie said: “Tell me about Calm.”

Karl looked her up and down before replying. His eyes lingered a moment on her 36C breasts before coming back to her pretty face. “Calm is a derivative of Impulse; a nerve gas developed by the military. It was simple and effective. Impulse destroyed that part of the brain that was responsible for questioning an action. Drop that on a town and the town would tear itself apart because it’s citizens would never question the urge to hit the accelerator when someone stepped out in front of them; or to kill someone for a snide remark. Simple and effective.

“Calm,” Karl went on as he opened the door to Dixie’s room, “doesn’t destroy – it suppresses. Additives to the original formula allow for long-term personality conditioning. The good doctor hopes to be able to treat severely violent patients with it. Hence the name – Calm.”

“But why here?” Dixie asked as Karl set her down on her bed. He pulled up a nearby chair, obviously willing to talk for awhile. “In the middle of nowhere.”

“I used to wonder the same thing,” Karl replied. “Then I found out the good doctor is severely agoraphobic. His fear of crowds is so strong that he couldn’t live in the city any longer. He can barely stand to go into town anymore.”

“Man, it’s hot in here.” Karl said. “You would like to take off your robe” – Karl paused to give the command enough time to sink in – “Wouldn’t you?”

A moment ago Dixie had felt comfortable, even a bit cool. Now her body temperature seemed to be out of control. Sweat broke out on her brow, neck and chest. In moments the sweat was easing between her tits.

“Of course,” Dixie replied after only a moment of hesitation. She dropped the robe at the foot of the bed enjoying the sensation of the cool air on her body. She wasn’t upset at all that she was sitting in front of a man she had barely met in only her bra and panties.

“I suppose,” Karl went on, “that the good doctor hopes that somewhere in Calm there might be a cure for him as well.”

“Most likely,” Dixie replied. “But I’m surprised that you haven’t answered the obvious question: Why are you here?”

“You look very sexy,” Karl said, watching her reaction intently. “You want to have sex with me…. don’t you?”

“Why Karl,” Dixie said reaching behind her back and releasing the bra. As she shrugged it off she said: “I thought you would never ask.”

Karl reached out to her nipples that were already beginning to harden. He took her nipples between his thumb and index finger of each hand and tugged on them gently. “My,” he said. “You are a horny little slut.”

A moment of dizziness passed though Dixie as something slipped out of its place in her mind. It was something that never had fit very well. Now that it was gone, discarded by Karl’s accidental command, she felt free. For less than a second she mourned it’s passing before the sense of freedom overwhelmed her mourning.

She slid off the bed and onto Karl’s lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel his hardness pressing against the fabric of his pants. She wiggled her bottom a bit just to tease him. Karl couldn’t resist anymore. He buried his face into Dixie’s sizeable treasure chest.

Dixie leaned back, giving Karl access to her sizable nipples, and allowing her to grind her hips into his hardness. While Karl was sucking on a nipple he reached down to her bikini panties. He grabbed the waistband and all that was covering her pussy and pulled. The fabric ripped, baring her to Karl’s ministrations.

Karl plunged two fingers into her. Dixie gasped, unable to control herself she began bouncing up and down on the fingers loving the feel of those hard, blunted fingers inside of her. In no time she was shuddering and shaking.

When Dixie completed her first orgasm Karl stood up. His massive hands held Dixie in place. He seemed not to strain at all, holding Dixie’s petite one hundred twenty pounds in the air. He sat Dixie down on the bed. A single massive hand pushed her backwards until she was lying prone. A second’s hesitation was enough to ensure that she would stay there. Karl’s eyes were glued to Dixie as he undressed.

Dixie, seeing that Karl couldn’t keep his eyes off her, began to play with her nipples. Tugging here, twisting there. She even brought one of her tits to her own mouth and suckled on the nipple with a wicked little smile playing across her features.

Karl finished undressing. He let out a low growl and went to her. “Do you really want to play with me, bitch?” Roughly he grabbed her hips and flipped her over face down on the bed. A quick jerk of her hips and Karl pulled her backwards, skewering her on his pole. They both let out a groan. Karl started to bounce her back and forth, slowly at first but then moving faster and faster.

Dixie felt like a sledgehammer was slamming into her. Karl was the biggest man she had ever had, and she loved it. One hand went to her tits where it roamed tweaking her and pinching there. The other hand was against the bed pushing herself back onto Karl.

In a distant part of the house Dr. Bandu watched the action intensely through a hidden camera. At first he was curious about the effects that Calm would have. But now his pants were pooled around his ankles. He was stroking himself as he watched the image on the monitor. Much later he would have to thank Karl for helping him test the effects of Calm. With a final spasm the doctors semen fell on the floor and the doctor collapsed into his chair exhausted.

Dixie felt herself tightening up, getting ready to ride the wave. Suddenly she was bucking and screaming “Fuck me!”

When Karl felt Dixie’s orgasm he couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load into her. He allowed Dixie to fall back down to the bed. He watched her for a moment as she continued to moan and pinch her nipples. “You aren’t quite satisfied are you slut?”

Dixie turned slightly to look at him, a hand moving quickly down to the wetness draining out of her. She pushed her fingers into herself, probing as deeply as possible. Then licking hungrily at her fingers. Between licks she moaned with a husky voice, “I want more.”

Karl smiled; he was already hard again, “Come here, slut.”

Dixie crawled to the edge of the bed and sat with her feet touching the floor. She took a deep breath, causing her chest and tits to rise up. Karl took advantage of the position and took her nipples between his fingers, twisting and pulling roughly. “You really like to suck dicks don’t you? …….. Suck me, slut.”

Dixie’s eyes sparkled, excited about the prospect of taking Karl’s large cock in her mouth. She moistened her lips with her tongue, then licked lightly across the head, then twirled down around the crown. Licking her way down to the base, she kissed at his balls, trying to suck them into her mouth, humming lightly. Karl moaned, Dixie decided he must like what she was doing. She used her tongue to explore the area thoroughly, then worked her way back to the head. Putting her hand at the base, she pushed her mouth over the head and sucked as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. Dixie pushed against Karl’s legs slightly and he moved back a step or so, she slid to her knees, the result causing her to raise her head. Karl took the hint, after pulling her nipples tightly and allowing them to slip between his fingers, He leaned over the bed supporting himself on his hands and was able to push his hard cock further down Dixie’s throat. She gagged a few times, but managed to develop a rhythm that matched Karl’s. Dixie was proud of herself; she had never taken a cock this far down her throat before. Her free hand shot down to her wet cunt, moving up and down the slit, settling into a circular movement around her clit. It didn’t take long for her body to begin shaking again. 

Karl was getting close; he was oblivious to everything about Dixie except her mouth. He decided he wasn’t going to let Dixie have it so easy. He rolled away from her on to the bed. His movement surprised Dixie and she lost her balance, ending up face down on the floor. Karl raised up, his cock harder than before and throbbing now. Dixie was pushing herself up from the floor. Karl stopped her saying; “You want to please me don’t you? “

Dixie sat back on her butt, looking only at his cock, now eye level, “Of course I do.”

Dr. Bandu had been recovering in his chair. When he stood up to pull his pants up he noticed there was more activity in Room 12. He reached for the control panel and repositioned the camera to get a better angle on the activities. Dixie was panting heavily, obvious by the movement of her chest. Karl was moving towards her, his cock waving before him. Karl motioned for Dixie to move and she quickly positioned herself on all fours. Karl moved behind her and dropped to his knees, his cock resting across the top of her luscious ass. Dr. Bandu allowed his pants to fall around his ankles again.

Dixie pushed her hips against Karl. He rubbed the cheeks of her ass on both sides, rocking back and forth, sliding his cock along the crack. Without warning he drew a massive hand back and smacked her ass hard, leaving his hand print glowing brightly in red. Dixie squealed and pushed against him again. Karl smacked her again, smiling broadly. He continued until Dixie’s ass was covered in red. “What do you want from me?” Karl asked her, knowing what her answer would be.

Dixie was sweating, moaning, and grinding her hips like the wanton slut she had become. “Fuck me”, she panted.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite make it out. What did you say?” Karl enjoyed tormenting her. He wanted her to beg. 

Louder, Dixie said, “Fuck me, please.”

“You wanted me to what?” 

Pleading now, Dixie screamed as loud as she could, “Fuck me! Fuck me now, please!”

Karl leaned back slightly, allowing his cock to slide down her ass and then pushed forward into Dixie’s sopping wet cunt. He had no intention of being gentle. He pushed the full length into her and started pumping hard. 

Dixie immediately went into spasms of an intense orgasm. She almost passed out and allowed herself to fall forward on her face. Karl grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, because of his height, Dixie’s knees no longer touched the floor. She tried to push herself back up, but Karl’s thrusts were too powerful. She thought she would burst, but her body betrayed her. Another orgasm was building.

Karl paused for a moment, letting Dixie slide off of his rigid pole. She took the opportunity to push herself up on her hands again. “You still want me to fuck you don’t you?”

Dixie didn’t hesitate, “Yes! Please fuck me again!”

Karl pushed the head back into her pussy, then pulled back rubbing her juices up and down, then positioned the head over her tightly closed ass hole. First pushing gently against her. She moaned softly. Pushing harder, his cock forced the hole open. Dixie moaned, “Oh yes!”

Karl was ready; he didn’t really care whether Dixie was. He pushed harder, Dixie squirmed. He pushed again going half way, pulling out slightly, then lifting her hips upward again, pushed himself fully into her ass. Dixie screamed loudly, he began pumping in and out, only thinking of his release. “God, she has a tight ass. Bet she was a virgin before tonight.” The thought was enough to push him over the edge. Karl began thrusting harder, his cum squirting deeply into Dixie. He kept pumping till he was satisfied. Releasing Dixie’s hips, she fell away from him in a heap on the floor. “Guess you’ve had enough now.” 

Karl stood up then picked Dixie up and put her back in the bed. He lay down next to her for awhile.

When Karl recovered he dressed and prepared to leave. But before he left he went back to Dixie who was still recovering.

“You will never talk to anyone about this,” Karl said in her ear. “And even after the drug wears off you will always be a cocksucking slut. You will find it hard to pass up any invitation for sex. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Dixie murmured drifting off to sleep.



The Hitchhiker



I woke up thinking of sex and wishing I could get laid. I jacked off in the shower, but even that did not satisfy me this morning. I got dressed and left for work. As usual, I stopped in a local gas station to pick up a diet coke. 

As I turned onto the entrance ramp to the highway, I spotted a young woman, or rather she looked like a girl, holding out her thumb, looking for a ride. I usually do not pickup hitchhikers, but this girl looked innocent enough. She was about 5'3", short brown hair in a bob, not too skinny, with smallish breasts, I guessed around a B cup, and these stunning brown puppy dog eyes. She was wearing a light blue spaghetti strapped sun dress, and looked to be braless. She had no belongings and looked very tired.

I pulled over, "need a lift," I shouted as I lowered the passenger side window. 

"Yeah, I am headed back to MSU, how far are you going," she replied. 

"Lansing," I stated, "I can take you right to campus." She climbed in. We started making small talk. Kim was a freshman and had come down with her now ex boyfriend to spend the night at his home and meet his folks, so he had said. When she arrived, his folks were out of town and he basically wanted her to go all the way. She was a virgin and refused, storming out of the house in the middle of the night in a huge fight. Now she was alone, and refused to ask him for a ride back to campus. She opened up so much about their relationship and was so honest and forthright, by the time we reached the turn for I-96, she was crying and asking me, a total stranger, for advice on her life. She had become an emotional wreck and her exhaustion was not helping.

I needed to comfort her, but words alone did not do the trick. "Why don't we pull over for some coffee, I think you need to relax. " I pulled off at Brighton and went to Starbucks. While sipping lattes, I made a move and just held her tight to my shoulder. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like the longest time. She tentatively kissed me on the lips. 

"Can I confess something," she blurted out. 

"Sure," I replied. 

"You remind me so much of my father." 

Talk about a downer, any sexual thoughts I had quickly evaporated and my dick felt like a balloon from which the air had been let out. 

"Oh," I replied. 

"I always had this sick fantasy about my father." 

Now I was really confused. 

"You have been so kind to me, I really want to repay you in a special way. 

"Kim, you are confused, angry, and tired, do you know what you are saying" I replied. 

"Yes, I know, but I want to." 

"Let me rephrase that, do you understand what I think you are saying." 

She pulled me closer, placed a hand on my crotch and kissed me, passionately, with tongue this time. When she pulled away, she asked me to drive her to school, "my roommate will be in class until at least three o'clock."

We got back into the car and resumed our drive. She began fondling me and eventually removed my aching cock from my pants. I could not stand it any longer. "Kim, there is a hotel just up the highway, would you like to pull over and get a room." 

"Please," she responded. 

Having never done anything like this, it seemed really weird checking into a hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and paying cash. The desk clerk gave me a knowing look. Obviously we were not the first to do something like this.

We went up to the room. Kim told me to get ready while she used the bathroom. I heard the shower run, while I just lay on the bed. Soon she came out, dripping wet. Her small breasts firmly jutting from her milky white skin. 

"You aren't undressed, silly," she said. 

"I was waiting for you," I replied. 

She quickly undressed me and then stopped. She looked at me seriously, "there are a few ground rules you need to know," she said, "first, I just broke up with a guy because my virginity means something to me, so no matter how much I beg, please do not fuck me, and B, to really make this work for me, call me baby and I need to call you daddy, OK daddy." 

I tried to reply, but her tongue was in my mouth so fast and she was pushing me down on the bed. We make out for what seemed like forever, our hands exploring each others body. 

"Daddy, I want to suck on your thingy," she suddenly blurted out, "move over to that chair." 

I sat in the lounge chair in the room, while she knelt between my legs, insisting that I keep my hands behind my neck. I struggled not to touch her as she expertly licked my shaft, she had obviously done this before. She moved down to my balls, and slowly sucked each one in turn. 

"Please, don't cum in my mouth," she asked, as she came up for air. She resumed sucking my dick, she could not, or would not deep throat me, concentrating on pleasing my head with her tongue and teeth. 

I was ready to explode, so I warned her. She clamped her hand down on my dick and pulled me back to the bed. 

"Cum on my titties." 

I started titty fucking her and came all over her breasts and chin. She slowly rubbed it into her skin, it was quite erotic.

"Now, it is your turn to please me," she said, as she lie back on the bed and placed her hands behind her neck. 

I started with her breasts, cleaning them with my tongue. She commented how I was the first guy she ever had who was willing to clean up after himself that way. As I sucked on her nipples, she began to squirm. 

"Oh, they are so sensitive," she murmured, "stop, no don't, no stop" she couldn't make up her mind. 

I moved lower, lying my head on her soft belly as I carefully played with her pussy. I could feel her virginity, that soft barrier in her as I thought again about what she had said earlier. She was squirming again. I slowly moved down her belly and began to lick at her honey pot. Gently at first, then harder, I used my fingers both to probe her vagina and her asshole. She started cumming as her juices flowed. My face was soaked by the time she calmed down, breathing heavily. I quickly moved up to kiss her. She licked my face, eating her own juices. 

We lay there, breathing hard. 

"This was better than I could ever have hoped for," she confessed, "I thought today was going to be the worst day of my life. Please make me a woman." 

"No, I made you a promise. As much as I want to, as much as I desire you, I will not make love to you today." 

We lay there for another half hour. It was getting close to 10 and I knew that this would have to end and I would have to be at the office at some point.

"Kim, as much as I love holding you like this, we better get going, lets shower together." 

In the shower, I soaped her as she soaped me. We masturbated each other to yet another climax, then gently toweled each other off.

When we got back in the car, Kim leaned against my shoulder. A few minutes later, I tried talking to her, and realized she was asleep. When we got to East Lansing, I kissed her gently to wake her up. 

"Kim, there is something I need to tell you." 

"What daddy she replied." 

"I usually do not do these sort of things." 

"If it doesn't matter to you, it doesn't matter to me, you helped me more than you know. I was a wreck and now I am in lust." She took a pen from my cup holder, held my hand carefully, and wrote on it. "I am sure we will see each other again....soon." She kissed me, full on the lips, got out of the car and disappeared on campus.

I watched her cute ass walk off and then looked down on my hand. "Thank you so much" and a phone number. I headed for the office, I knew I would be calling her that afternoon.



The Hitchhiker



My girlfriend and I were headed to her friend's wedding in Ohio. I didn't want to go, but it was a chance to take an extra day off work and drive down. 

Amanda and I had been dating for about a year. She was a well-behaved girl, 5'4" and at 120 pounds, curvy. Her 36c rack drew lingering glances wherever we went, which I secretly enjoyed but would never tell her.

But now that we'd hit the year mark in our dating, Amanda seemed restless all of a sudden. She kept pushing to try new things or saying unexpectedly lewd things to me. I wasn't sure what to make of it, sometimes it worried me. But other times her surge in libido seemed like the best thing ever. 

Today we were driving south towards Ohio. We had listened to music for a while, but both sat quiet, already bored with the scenery. I was driving and she sat beside me in the passenger seat, in a cute set of leg-hugging jeans and a new v-cut shirt she'd just bought. 

We eventually turned off the highway to get lunch. We found a restaurant on some back road and ate, then got back in and started looking for the highway again. As we drew close to the on ramp, we saw a hitchhiker. He was tall, older than us, well-built and dressed in faded jeans and an old green shirt. He smiled as we approached and waved. 

Amanda looked at me "You're not thinking of picking him up are you?"

I looked back at her defensively as the car slowed at a traffic light "Why not?"

"Never pick up a hitchhiker. Can't trust some random stranger!"

"Not alone, maybe not. But there are two of us and only one of him!"

She rolled her eyes and dropped it. I decided to wake myself up and liven up this drive by pulling over. 

He opened the back door and got in. "Hey guys thanks for picking me up. Headed south?"

"Sure are."

"Awesome." he said and started asking us about where we were going, small talk.

I chatted with him but Amanda didn't say much. I figured she was still sullen about picking up a stranger in the first place. But this guy was cool, we had chatted about the Packers for a good half hour with Amanda slowly joining the conversation. 

About an hour from the state border, Amanda said she might take a nap. I frowned at her. "You know that seat is broken right?" There was no way she was going to be comfortable, which she'd clearly forgotten. 

She sighed "Yeah now I remember. I'll try and sleep sitting up."

The hitchhiker said "There's still plenty of room back here you know."

Amanda paused and didn't say anything. I looked over at her and found she was watching me with a calculating look. She smiled faintly. 

There was motion beside me and I realized Amanda was moving out of her seat, climbing over the center console into the back seat. My cock lurched in my pants - I couldn't believe she was doing that. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw our hitchhiker sliding back to make room for her, his eyes staring right down the front of her shirt as she moved back. I could imagine his view easily, her perky 36c tits in her bra, their soft curves exposed to him as her shirt hung low.

Then she was in the back seat, sitting in the passenger seat opposite him. She smiled at me, then at him and they started chatting. I could barely hear what they were saying, my cock was beating in tune with my heart, and the reverberations pounded in my ears. I tried to watch the road and them at the same time.

We still had hours to drive and I realized the hitchhiker had never told us where he was headed. I tried to speak, realized my throat was tight as my pants and dry, and cleared my throat a bit. Amanda looked up but the hitchhiker didn't, his eyes were roaming easily all over her body.

"Uhm so where exactly you headed?" I asked him. He slowly moved his eyes off my girlfriend and looked at me with an expression that said "do you really think I care where we're going?" 

He smiled at me and replied "heading south, as far as I can go."

I nodded, the tightness returning to my throat and gut, and my cock hardening even more as I shut up and drove. Amanda was complaining about the cold now, but I can never stand a warm car. I turned the cool air down as much as I felt like and hoped she wouldn't complain any more. 

I realized now that the soft sound I heard was the hitchhiker rubbing my girlfriends legs. She was smiling at him "thanks, that helps. I don't know why Dan has to keep that damn air so cold" she pouted. The hitchhiker sent me a shit-eating grin in the mirror and agreed with her, rubbing her legs slowly.

Amanda looked relaxed now, putting her feet on his lap so she could stretch out, leaning against the far door. She said "hope you don't mind" then closed her eyes, apparently to nap. 

The stranger clearly didn't mind, not the way his hands were moving steadily up my girlfriends legs, ostensibly warming her in a friendly way. But I could see the look he had, and I knew how good her legs felt, even through her jeans. I kept watching, my heart rate slowed a bit, trying to still focus on driving safely. 

I realized after a bit I couldn't see where his right hand was. It had been on her leg but now...maybe somewhere on her back? I squirmed in my seat, and my fat cock shifted in my pants. It felt hard, like a fat weight on my leg. I ignored it and re-adjusted the mirror. I ignored the hitchhikers face, watching me, that same shit-eating grin playing itself across his features. I followed his arm this time and realized he had it on Amanda's back, under her shirt. Feeling her soft, smooth skin. His fingers were just about where her bra strap was.

He must have seen me watching, working this out because he nodded at that moment, as if to say "Oh yeah I am". My heart started pounding again as I watched him shift slightly, clearly undoing her bra strap. 

My eyes flicked to Amanda. Still had her eyes closed but...was that a little smile? She certainly wasn't waking up and telling him to stop. This just didn't seem like her at all but then again, she'd been doing a lot of things lately I'd never have expected. Maybe she was bored.

I kept driving.

We were passing through a busy area and so I couldn't really focus as much attention as I wanted to on the backseat. My heart was pounding - now because of traffic in addition to the fact that my girlfriend was getting felt up in the back seat by a total stranger and I was enjoying every minute of it. By the time traffic cleared up and I could look back again I almost went off the road.

Amanda's shirt was off, her tits were bare and free. She was awake now, eyes open, smiling at the stranger and completely ignoring me. At that second, her hips were up as she allowed him to scoot her tight jeans off her, leaving her in her bright blue panties. I was going out of my mind - she wasn't even looking at me, just at the stranger. It was happening so fast too. 

The stranger's eyes met mine again in the mirror and he spoke up this time, saying "Better keep your eyes on the road, don't want an accident."

Amanda turned to face me now and I saw a brief blush cross her face, but then she turned away from me and back to the stranger. She bit her lip eagerly and tugged at his belt.

I focused on the road and kept driving. 

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The Hitchhiker



Greg turned left, exiting the highway. It was early afternoon and he still a few hours drive ahead of him. But he wasn't in a hurry, and this alternative route was a bit more interesting. 

Someone stood at the side of the road. As he came closer, he saw that it was a young girl hitch-hiking. He slowed down. She was in her early twenties, he thought, had long red hair and a nice body, Her long summer dress had a floral pattern, and blew around her, occasionally revealing a pair of long, slender legs in a pair of red, high-heeled shoes. 

Greg wondered. She wasn't carrying any luggage and was hardly dressed for travelling. What was she doing here, off the main roads? 

He stopped the car, opening the door for the girl. She simply got in, closing the door after her. 

"Where are you going?" Greg asked. The girl looked at him, smiling quizzically. 

"Just drive. I'll tell you when," she said. 

She had a charming, hoarse voice. God, she was beautiful. Her green eyes were shining, and now he noticed that her cleavage offered a good view of et pair of round, shapely breasts. 

Greg started the car and drove off. 

"There's a forest up ahead," the girl said. "There's a place where you can stop the car." 

"Aren't you going any further?" Greg asked, somewhat disappointed. 

Smiling, the girl arranged her dress, showing Greg even more of her shapely legs. 

"Why go further?" she whispered. "I can hardly wait..." 

Greg watched her slowly pulling her dress aside, exposing her thin, white lace panties.

"Wait?" Greg gasped. 

Beside him, the girl pulled aside her panties, letting him see the red hair crowning her pussy. Her labia were already glistening with wetness, and Greg watched her as she dreamingly slid a finger up and down her moist slit. She gave tiny, excited gasps, as she masturbated - right there beside him, while he tried to focus on steering the car... 

"We're almost there," she whispered. 

Greg woke up as from a trance. He had completely forgotten where they were heading. 

They drove into the forest, and tall, summer green trees closed around the car. The girl was squirming in the seat next to Greg, forcing two dripping wet fingers into her pussy and slowly sliding them in and out. She had undone a few buttons, enabling her to massage her ripe breast with her other hand. 

"Mmm, oh yes," she gasped, as her entire body trembled. 

Greg's cock was swelling in his pants, buzzing with lust. He knew the place they were heading for, and they were almost there. Here was the small clearing where you could pull over and park. And this was where... 

"Ohhh," the girl suddenly screamed. 

Forcing two trembling into her wet pussy, she fell forwards, resting her face on the dashboard. Her entire body shook as the orgasm flowed through her. 

Watching the girl orgasm made Greg's cock so hard it hurt. 

He pulled over into the clearing, braked hard and jumped out of the car. When he opened the door next to her, she still lay moaning over the dashboard. 

Grabbing the dazed girl, he pulled her out of the car. His cock jerked uncontrollably inside his pants, hard as a bone.

"Come on," he ordered. 

The girl tumbled out through the door, and Greg placed her on her back on the hood of his car. Then he stood next to her face, unbuttoning his pants. His cock had never been this hard. 

"Suck my cock," he gasped.

And she obediently grabbed his stiff tool, putting it to her lips. Her tiny, wet tongue carefully licked around the swollen helmet. Then, parting her lips, she started sucking the head of his cock with wet, smacking sounds, as Greg moaned out loud. 

"Yeah, that's good. Suck it!" 

Brutally grabbing the back of the girl's head, he forced his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. Slowly he slid it in and out, in and out, as she sucked and slurped. The rock hard cock glistened from the girl's saliva, as Greg fucked her mouth with long, deliberate strokes. 

Suddenly he noticed that the girl had started masturbating again. She lay on the hood of the car, her legs spread wide and both hands in her panties, eagerly stroking and rubbing her pussy. Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it in his hand. 

"You want it in your cunt?" he gasped, showing his erect, wet cock to the girl. "You want my hard cock in your randy cunt?" 

"Oh yeah," she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock!" 

Greg turned the girl over and placed her feet on the ground, making her bend over on the hood of the car. He pulled off her panties, lifting her dress up over her delicious, round ass-cheeks. Teasing her, he inserted a finger in her hot, succulent pussy. He let the finger probe her wet slit, massage her pussy lips and stroke her clit. 

"Mmm, yes," the girl moaned, lustily writhing on the hood. 

"Is it good?" Greg asked hoarsely. "Is this what you want?" 

"Gimme your cock!" she whispered. "Fuck me!" 

Smiling, Greg placed the tip of his hard cock at the mouth of the girl's pussy. Her red pubes tickled his helmet, as her labia trembled from the pressure of his cock. Standing like this he quickly undressed completely, while the girl, still in her summer dress and high-heeled shoes, gasped with anticipation. As Greg stood stark naked behind her, he grabbed her ass. 

"Are you ready for some serious fucking?" he asked. 

"Mmm," she whimpered, biting her fingers with unbearable excitement. 

At the same time Greg thrust the entire length of his long cock into the girl's cunt. 

"Ohhh," she screamed out loud, as he immediately started pumping forcefully in and out of the girl's pussy. 

"Oh yes," oh yes" the cried out hoarsely, throwing her self about. 

Sweating, Greg bent over her, holding her wrists down on the hood, as he fucked her 

"Is it good?" Greg whispered into her ear. "Is it good to get fucked?" 

"Yes - yes - yes," the girl gasped in time to the hard thrusts of his cock. "I'm coming. Fuck me hard!" 

He pulled out of her pussy, and once more turned her onto her back on the hood. Spreading her long, slender legs, he placed her calves on his shoulders. With the fingers of one hand he parted her wet, swollen labia, as his other hand guided his cock into her again. Gasping hoarsely he slid it in and out, slowly in and out. 

"Play with your cunt," Greg whispered. "Play with your randy cunt, while I fuck you!" 

The girl stared at him, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed. She was very close to orgasm. Quickly she raised her head, looking down at her own pussy and Greg's hard, pumping cock. With the fingers of one hand she parted her pussy lips, the other just grazed her swollen clit. The girl jerked from her own touch. 

"Ah," she cried. She couldn't take it. 

"Keep going!" Greg commanded. "I wanna watch you masturbate, while you get fucked!" 

Eyes closed, she started massaging her clit. 

"Oh no," she whimpered, "it's so good ... fuck me ... I'm ... coming. Aaah!" 

The girl let out a loud scream as she came. She threw herself about on the hood in ecstasy. Greg had to grab hard onto her shoulders to keep her still. 

The girl's orgasm made Greg want to come, too, and he increased the speed of his fucking. With full force, he thrust his hard cock into the girl's pussy. 

"No," she whispered, "please stop..." 

"Oh yes," Greg hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you. Can you feel me fucking you, baby?" 

He was blacking out from lust. The girl's beautfiul breasts bounced before his eyes, and the car suspension rocked, as Greg plunged his explosive cock into her pussy again and again and again 

"Oh, I'll fuck you!" he shouted. "I'll squirt into your cunt!" 

Perhaps the girl climaxed again - Greg was oblivious to anything but his own pleasure. But suddenly he felt the semen bursting its way through his swollen cock. Sweating, he pulled out of her pussy, squeezing his cock in his hand. Trembling, he crawled onto the hood and kneeled down, straddling the girl's face. 

"Yeah," she whispered huskily. "Let me have your thick cum!" 

At the same moment, as if by command, his cock started ejaculating. 

"Aaah," Greg yelled. "Aaah!"

Long, white jets of hot semen pumped out of his cock. He sprayed the girl's face, her cheeks, her neck. She even opened her mouth to taste the last, creamy spurts. 

He sat for a while, lazily masturbating the last drops from his cock. 

"Great," she whispered. 

"Perfect," Greg replied. 

Exhausted, he crawled off the hood and collapsed in the gravel next to the car. There was a breeze blowing now, rustling through the leaves and cooling his naked skin. 

Greg stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and started dressing. The sun was still shining through the trees, and for the first time Greg noticed the sound of birds singing. But then - he heard another sound. 

"Mmm. Mmm. Ohhh..." 

The girl had started masturbating again. She sat with her legs wide apart, stroking her naked pussy. Greg's fresh semen still glistened on her face. She looked at him longingly. 

"Oh, I'm so horny," she whispered. 

Greg was breathing heavily, completely exhausted. 

"Really?" he asked, out of breath. 

But the girl didn't answer. Closing her eyes and panting heavily, she slid a finger all the way into her soaking wet pussy. Greg put his clothes back on, watching the insatiably hot girl masturbating on the hood of his car. 

"All right," he said, though she probably didn't hear. 

He then went back to the road, the girl moaning behind him. 

There weren't many cars on the road. And he let the first couple of sedans pass: A single woman, a married couple, another single woman. But finally an old van came towards him, driven by two men in overalls. One was in his mid-forties, the other in his early twenties, presumably father and son. Perfect! 

Greg stood in the middle of the road in front of the van, making it pull over to the side and stop. The older of the two men seemed to be cursing at the interruption. As Greg went up to the side of the van, the young man opened the door. 

"You got a problem?" he asked. 

"Yeah," Greg responded. 

"What kind of a problem?" the oldest man asked, annoyed. 

Greg smiled. "I think it's one you'll enjoy! But you better take a look yourselves." 

Baffled, the two men looked at each other. 

"Okay," the oldest man finally said. 

They got out of the car and followed Greg into the clearing. "My name is Larson," the oldest man finally said, "and this is my son Billy. But what kind of a problem is it anyway?" 

"The best kind," Greg said. And now the two men caught sight of the girl in her summer dress writhing on the hood of his car. 

"Holy shit," the son said. "Is that..." 

Larson laughed nastily. "I think we can handle that. Eh, boy?" 

They went to the car, where the girl now lay on all fours on the hood, her wet, slippery fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She squirmed and panted heavily, her entire body trembling. Suddenly, she noticed Larson and his son. 

"Who are you?" she gasped, startled. 

"Yeah, I brought you something," Greg laughed. 

Larson and his son climbed onto the car, pulled the girl up on the roof and pulled off her dress. She was naked now, except for her high-heeled shoes. Greg saw the men's cocks already bulging beneath their overalls. 

"Are you ready, boy?" Larson asked. 

Nodding, his son unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his long, semi-erect cock. Larson grabbed the girl and pulled her onto the roof of the car. He made her kneel down, facing his son's cock. 

"Now you just start sucking, girl," Larson grinned. 

The girl opened her mouth, grabbed the son's cock with her slender fingers and guided it into her wet mouth. With loud smacking sounds she began sucking hard at the son's long, veined tool. It throbbed and swelled between her lips, growing thick and hard as rock. The son moaned loudly. 

"So, boy, is she good?" his father asked. 

"Yeahhh..." the son gasped.

He grabbed the girl's hair hard, and began vigorously thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, the shaft glistening from her saliva. 

Larson lay down, his face behind the girl's ass, and started licking her pussy lips. He made his tongue hard, poked it deep into the girl's cunt - and then pulled out again. Moving his head back and forth between her thighs, he fucked her rhythmically with his long, wet tongue. 

He then placed his mouth over her clit, sucking it in between his lips. Gently teasing it with his tongue, he slid a finger into her pussy. He slid it in and out - and now two fingers, in and out, in and out. The girl wriggled her ass lustily. 

Greg watched them, fascinated. The sun was sinking in the sky, the young girl even more beautiful in its orange hues, her skin looking soft as velvet. In the quiet of the forest he clearly heard the slurping noises of the girl's mouth and pussy and the son's excited gasps. 

"Ah yeah, keep going," he panted. "Suck my cock." 

Larson looked up from the girl's cunt. His face glistened with her juices. 

"Damn, that's a tasty pussy," he whispered, finger-fucking the girl with a vengeance. "Come over here, son." 

The son pulled his stiff, glistening cock out of the girl's mouth. Larson turned her over on her back. His son crawled over her and assumed the position between her legs.

"Fuck her, boy," Larson said hoarsely.

The son grabbed his erect cock in his fist, pointing directly at her curly red pubes. Greg stood close to the car and saw Larson bending over the girl. 

"Get ready for some real cock, girl," he whispered into her ear. 

Slowly, his son pushed his stiff cock in between the girl's tender, wet labia, filling the entire depth of her burning hot pussy. She moaned out loud, and he began pumping her thoroughly - long hard thrusts, making her whimper and hold on tight to the roof of the car. 

"Yeah, that's good," the son grunted. 

Eyes glazed, Larson stared at his son's cock, sliding back and forth between the girl's red pubes. Now he, too, unbuttoned his fly and shamelessly began stroking his thick, swelling cock. 

"Can you feel his cock?" Larson whispered to the girl, almost drooling with lust. "Can you feel him fucking you? Is it good? You like feeling his big cock in your pussy?" 

"Yes. Oh yes," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm coming!" 

Rhythmically, the girl thrust her pelvis against the son's and threw herself about in ecstasy. Quickly, Larson grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the roof of the car with his entire weight. 

"Aaah, I think I'm coming," the son gasped. 

"That's good, boy," Larson said. "Come on her tits!" 

The son pulled his throbbing cock out of the girl's pussy and stood over her torso. Moaning loudly, he stood stroking his big cock, pointing at the girl's naked breasts. 

"Play with your tits," he gasped.

Besides herself with lust, the girl obeyed his command. Hands trembling, she massaged her soft breasts, looking up at the young man who was masturbating like mad. 

In the meantime, Larson had assumed the position between her legs. And suddenly, with one brutal stroke, he thrust the entire length of his fat cock into the girl's pussy. She climaxed immediately. 

"Ohhh," she screamed, shivering from a violent orgasm, as she pushed her hips upwards to meet Larson's cock, holding onto the roof of the car. 

The son couldn't hold back, either. With a wild yell he let his cock ejaculate, shooting jet after jet of piping hot sperm from its swollen head onto the girl's naked body. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he shouted.

He masturbated frantically, as if to force every last drop from his heavy balls. 

"Suck him dry," Larson panted to the girl. 

And sitting up, she took the son's still twitching cock in her mouth. He let out an animal roar, as she sucked the last drops out of it. Exhausted, he stumbled from the roof of the car and fell down on the gravel, where Greg stood watching the show. 

Larson's cock had swollen to its full size inside the girl's quivering flesh. And now, slowly and steadily, he started fucking her. 

"Oh no," she whispered. "Please." 

Larson smiled fiendishly. 

"I'm gonna fuck your filthy pussy," he hissed. "You're gonna feel my hard cock, until you pass out." 

He pumped her mercilessly with long, deep thrusts. All way in, then out, then all the way in again. She moaned quietly, her juices flowing around his thick, hard cock. 

Suddenly Larson pulled out and placed the girl on her hands and knees again. He knelt down behind her and grabbed her breasts hard. Then he thrust his tool into her from behind and kept going - in the same, slow, determined rhythm. 

"Mmm," she whimpered, "It's so big... I can't..." 

Greg had an erection again. Undressing, he started masturbating, watching the couple fucking on the roof of his car. Larson's face was bright red as he increased his rhythm, thrusting faster in and out of the girl's pussy. 

Sweating and grunting like an animal, he grabbed her hips hard, vigorously fucking her in savage crescendo. With each thrust Greg caught a glimpse of Larson's swelling, glistening cock.

"Damn, you sexy cunt," Larson yelled. "You're gonna make me come!" 

Suddenly he pulled his fat cock from the girl's pussy, yelling wildly. 

"Aaah," he shouted as he came. 

His thick, creamy semen shot in long, white squirts across the girl's ass-cheeks. 

"Ahhh," he grunted with satisfaction, standing up, his hand clutching his still erect cock. "That's a good little pussy!" 

Larson calmly wiped the sweat from his face, the last drops of sperm still dripping from his cock. But he wasn't done yet. Concentrating hard, he started masturbating, slowly and thoroughly. And moments later his cock was just as hard as before. 

Greg watched in disbelief, as Larson forced his rock-hard cock up into the girl's cunt again, making her sob quietly. The son had recovered, too. He stood naked beside the car, smiling as he witnessed his father's virile performance. 

Greg was mad with lust. Determined, he climbed onto the car, showing off his erect cock to the girl. 

"Suck it," he ordered. 

The girl opened her mouth to his stiff cock and let him have his way, as he slid it in and out between her moist lips. 

Larson was pumping away inside her pussy, mad with excitement. 

"Fuck. I'm fucking you. Take it. Take it all," he groaned. 

But this time he didn't last as long before he surrendered. Grunting, he pulled out of the girl's pussy as his cock began pumping spurt after spurt of creamy semen onto her back. Gasping, he held his jerking cock in his fist until his orgasm subsided. Then, he stumbled off the car and collapsed in the grass. 

Greg pulled out of her mouth, and placed the girl on her back, facing him. He spread her legs and forced his thumb into her tight anus. 

"Oh," she cried out. 

Slowly, Greg pulled his thumb out, instead grabbing his hard cock, placing it against her asshole. He pushed his hips forward as hard as he could, and slowly his cock entered her tightest orifice. 

"Aaah," she screamed. "Yes. Yes. Fuck my ass!" 

Greg started pounding in and out of the girl's tight rectum. Staring at them, the son began masturbating. 

Lustfully, dreamily, the girl began playing with her pussy. Looking Greg deep in the eyes, she slid a finger all the way up into her pussy. Then she pulled out the soaking wet finger and put it to her lips, licking and sucking it with a randy smile. Greg was pumping away in her ass, ready to explode with excitement. 

"Yeah," the girl whispered. "You make me so hot. Give me your stiff prick!" 

One of her hands parted her labia, the other stroked her swollen clit, as Greg's bone-hard cock thrust hard into her ass. He felt his cock bulging, felt the unbearable pressure of sperm pushing upwards through the shaft. 

She was screaming now. 

"Yeahhh! Ahhh!" 




The Hitchhiker



Her pelvis was jerking so hard that Greg had to grab hold of her thighs as she threw herself about in her orgasm. 

"Come all over me," she yelled. "Give me your thick cum." 

Greg heard someone grunting uncontrollably. Next to the car, the son suddenly ejaculated. His semen spurted from the swollen head of his cock, thick white globs of sperm landing in the grass, where his father had fallen asleep. 

Now Greg couldn't control himself, either. Yelling madly, he pulled his cock out of the girl's tight ass. His cock started pumping long jets of white sperm over the girl's face, her breasts and her belly. 

"Delicious," she whispered hoarsely.

She let her fingers slide over her naked body, picking up globs of semen and licking them up. Greg watched her doing this until she'd swallowed every drop of his load.

Exhausted, Greg sat down on the hood of his car, watching the trees, as Larson and his son collected their clothes and drove away. He and the girl were alone again, both of them naked and sweating. 

"Wanna hear something funny" she finally asked him. 

"Mmm," Greg said. 

"After the first time - I didn't really want to do it any more. I just wanted to see what you'd think of." 

Greg began to laugh. 

They laughed together. For a long time.



The Hitchhiker



I was ready to get on the interstate on a haul of freight to Dallas from Richmond and I had plenty of time, it didn't have to be there for 3 days, so I could take my time. I knew some of the best truck stops for fun in Tennessee, so I was looking forward to a great trip.

As I pulled onto the ramp to the highway I saw a young white boy with his thumb out, I slowed down and pulled over. He ran up to the passenger side of the truck with his back pack in his hand. I asked where he was headed, he said New Mexico. I told him I was going as far as Dallas and he was welcome to keep me company, as I said this I gave him my best smile.

He climbed in and said his name was Kyle, and I said I'm Jordan. We talked as I drove along, mostly small talk, he talked about his girlfriend who he said his parents didn't like because she was 5 years older than his 20 years. I told him that was okay an older woman could teach him a lot.

I told him he had nice lips and I sure would love to see them wrapped around my black cock. He said he didn't do that and that he wasn't gay. I said fuck being gay, I needed to have my cock sucked and if he looked around he was the only one here to do it.

We had only traveled about 50 miles but I pulled over and looked at him and unzipped my pants. He tried to get out but I had the doors locked and I grabbed his arm before he could unlock the door. I told him come here boy you got to pay for this ride. 

He was a little boy weighting only about 130 lbs. so there was nothing he could do, I out weighted him by about 100 lbs. I pulled him over and he fell between the seats, I told him he was going suck my dick and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to my cock. He tried to resist but I keep pushing down, my cock was beating him in the face, and I said to him I can hold you down like this all day if I have too. 

He finally opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his mouth. I smiled and said that's a good boy and pushed a little more into his mouth. I knew I wouldn't get all my cock in his mouth, even experienced cock suckers have a problem with my 10". He started slowly but after a few minutes he started to work on my cock, sucking some and then licking it. I pulled him back and raised up and told him to lick and suck my balls, he hesitated but I gently pushed his head forward.

He licked by balls at first then he took one in his mouth, I said "damn you're a good little cock sucker". After I had enough ball play I told him to go back to my cock, and he went right back without any hesitation. 

This boy was really getting into sucking and pretty soon I was fucking his face and he was starting to gag on my cock, my muscles tensed up and I shot my load. When I did he jerked his head back and only some got in his mouth the rest on his face. I released the hold I had on his neck and he sat back.

I just knew he was going to ask to get out but he surprised me and just wiped his face and sat back. I said that wasn't too bad was it, and he just gave a little shake of his head. I zipped up and sat back and started my truck and thought this is going to be an enjoyable trip.

I told him to get us a couple of sodas from the fridge in the sleeper and he brought them out and we rode on. I pulled in a rest area just before going into Tennessee. After pulling into a parking spot I told Kyle to come on let's get in back and have some fun.

He looked scared but I told him not to worry he'll enjoy it and I said "you enjoyed what you did before didn't you and you weren't hurt any. I got in back and stripped my clothes off and I could see the way he looked at my huge black body with my cock slowly getting hard just thinking about what was to come. I told him to strip down and come here.

Kyle took off his clothes and came near me, I motioned down to my cock and he immediately went down and took my cock into his mouth. I could see that his little cock, about 4" was getting hard and I reached and started stroking it, he started moving his hips as I stroked. I sucked on a finger on my other hand getting it wet, then I reached down to that little ass and found that sweet cherry ass hole.

I played around that little hole just rubbing around it and poking it with my finger for a few. Then I wet my finger up again real good and went back to that ass, this time putting more pressure on that hole. Kyle tried to move away but I had him pinned down with the arm I was playing with his ass hole. My finger finally slipped into his ass, he jumped a little and moaned with a mouthful of my cock.

I worked my finger in and out and around in his ass opening it up for what I had in store. Kyle started relaxing and moving his ass some. I guessed he was ready for the next step, I reached up on my shelf and got some lube down, I told Kyle to lay down on his back and I squeezed some lube on my finger.

I leaned over taking his little cock into my mouth and started sucking on it, I moved my lubed up finger to his asshole and pushed in. I fucked his ass with my finger and sucked his cock, he was starting to go wild under me.

When I had his ass really lubed up, I stopped sucking on him and flipped him over. I looked at his ass and man it looked great my cock jumped a little. I smacked his ass a couple of times turning it red. I leaned over and started licking that sweet rosebud getting it nice and wet. I put a lot of lube on my cock and I grabbed him by his waist and aimed my cock at his asshole. When I started pressing into him he tried to move away but I held him down, and pushed some more.

When the head of my cock slipped into him he screamed and asked me to stop and take it out. But I was in him now and nothing was going to stop me. I kept pushing slowly until I had all of my huge cock in his ass. He was crying now for me to stop, so I just lay on him, after a little he moved his ass trying to make it feel better, so then I pulled out a little then pushed back in, an stopped for a minute.

When he moved his ass again I started up again this time I just started slowly stroking into him, after a while he started to get used to it and starting moaning with each stroke. It wasn't long before he was bucking his ass up for me. I said "you starting to like my black cock now huh boy", "well daddy's going to give it to you good". 

I fucked that ass for a long time, Kyle was moaning and groaning under me, soon I heard him saying he was going to cum and then his ass muscles squeezed my cock so hard I'm surprised it didn't break, he shot off on the bed. Then I felt my cum about to be released. I lay down hard on his little body and filled his ass with my cum, it was so much cum it started to leak out around my cock. 

I rolled off of him grabbed his face and gave him a long hot kiss, then lay back and fell asleep. I figured he'd be gone in the morning along with the cash in my pants pocket. Most of my money was locked up and what he could get out of my pants would have been what I would have paid a prostitute at a truck stop.

I woke up a few hours later and to my surprise Kyle was laying at the foot of the bed asleep. I got dressed and got behind the wheel and when I started the truck up and started moving Kyle woke up and stuck his head up front. I said "so you're awake huh sleepy head"? I drove to a truck stop just outside of Bristol, we signed up for showers and got us something to eat.

Later we were back on the road again, Kyle and I had a good conversation going, talking about sports. We drove thru Tennessee and I pulled into a truck stop outside of Memphis, I had some plans and hoped I could make them happen. I told Kyle to wait in the restaurant for me. I went out back where some of the drivers were sitting talking. I asked around seeing if any of them was interested in a gangbang of a sweet young boy.

I got two of them to say yes, and I showed them my truck and told them to give me 5 minutes after they see me and the boy get in, then for them to come on in. They were two white guys, one was a young guy about average size, and the other was a big older guy with arms covered with tattoos.

I went in got Kyle and we were off to the truck. I told him to strip down and he did it quickly, I smiled thinking he just didn't know what he was in for. I was sitting on the driver's seat turned to the side and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and told him to suck it.

Kyle was sucking me when the two guys opened the door and started to get in. He stopped sucking me and moved back in the sleeper. I told him these were my friends and I had told them how good of a cock sucker he was and that he had the sweetest ass and they wanted to get some.

Kyle didn't know what to say, the big guy grabbed his arm and pulled him to him. He kissed Kyle and grabbed his ass cheek. The smaller guy had moved back in the sleeper and was unzipping his pants. The big guy pushed Kyle towards the other guy, who told Kyle to get down and start sucking. Kyle looked at me with pleading look on his face, but I told him he better make them happy or he wouldn't like what happened.

Kyle opened his mouth and swallowed the smaller guys cock. The big guy after unzipping his pants grabbed Kyle's hand and placed it on his cock. Kyle started stroking it. The small guy was now fucking Kyle's face. I sat back sideways in the driver's seat and watched the fun.

Kyle having sucked my cock and been fucked by me accepted what was being done to him and was getting into sucking on the cock. The big guy said "that looks great, let me have some". The small guy pushed Kyle's face back and turned Kyle's face towards the big guy's cock.

Kyle took the cock into his mouth without anyone telling him too. He said "that's a good boy, suck that cock". The small guy got down and stuck his face between Kyle's ass cheeks and started licking. Kyle started moaning around the cock that was in his mouth, after getting Kyle's ass nice and wet the small guy got up behind Kyle and lined his cock up. The big guy pulled his cock out of Kyle's mouth and the small guy rammed his cock into his ass. Kyle screamed and the big guy laughed and told him to shut the fuck up smacking him on the face.

The big guy put his cock back in Kyle's mouth and they both started fucking him, the big guy his face and the small guy his ass. Then the small guy started smacking Kyle's ass which made Kyle buck and move his hips.

The two guys were laughing and having a good time. Soon the big guy tensed up and told Kyle that he was going to cum. He grabbed Kyle's head and rammed his cock into his mouth, and then filled Kyle's mouth with his cum. Kyle tried to swallow it all but some dipped down his chin.

Soon after that the small guy grabbed Kyle's hips and jammed his cock into that ass and filled it with cum. The small guy pulled his cock out of Kyle and turned him around and told him to clean his cock off. Kyle took his cock into his mouth and started sucking.

This got the big guy hard again, and he pulled Kyle's hips up and lined his cock up and slammed it into Kyle's ass. They were both rough with Kyle this time, I was worried that I would have to say something to them. I didn't mind them being rough, but I didn't want them to hurt him.

They fucked Kyle for a long time before they both started to cum. When they finished they both zipped up and told me thanks and gave me a high five, then they looked at Kyle laying on the bed and said they hoped to see him around again. After they left I locked the doors and stripped down and lay on the bed.

I told Kyle he put on a great show and now it's time for him to take care of me. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his face down to my cock. Kyle took my cock into his mouth and started sucking, I told him to go nice and slow. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, I wanted to fuck that well used ass.

After he had me nice and wet, I lay on my back and told him to climb on and ride my cock. Kyle didn't hesitate any as he got on me and reached back and guided my cock into his ass as he sat down. I looked into his face and could tell he was enjoying it.

Soon I saw that his cock was also hard and I told him to jerk off as he rode me, in no time I felt him tense up and his ass muscles stared to clinch my cock. He shot off all over my chest and right after that I added my cum to his cum filled ass.

I fell asleep laying naked on the bed and in the morning Kyle was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaned up and dressed. He told me he was leaving and would get the rest of the way on his own. I got up pulled him to me and gave him a kiss. I told him that was cool with me or he could ride with me to Dallas, and I wouldn't loan him out anymore. He told me okay and leaned in and gave me a kiss back.

After I had showered and got us both breakfast we pulled out on our way. In Dallas after dropping my freight, I took Kyle to a truck stop. I asked around and found a driver going thru New Mexico who was willing to give Kyle a ride. I told him Kyle was my girlfriend's son. I told Kyle to go along with the story and he would be alright and the guy wouldn't do anything to him. 

I took him back to my truck before he left and gave him my phone number, some cash and a big kiss. I told him to call me if he ever made it back to Virginia. Kyle went over got in the guy's truck and I watched them ride away.



The Hitchhiker



What is it about this lovely young lady? I normally NEVER pick up hitchhiker, but I had the weirdest feeling this women was different. So, I reluctantly pulled over. "Hop in." She was stunning - fairly tall, with shoulder length brunette hair. She had a pretty nice build. Small wais, but I noticed her ass wasn't flat. It had that slight curve. MAN, I would LOVE to spank this beauty and watch her ass bounce. I bet it drive all the guys nuts. I politely opened the door and she hoped in my convertible.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," I muttered, still wondering why I picked her up. I extended a hand to her, "Name's Bob."

"Tammy."

Odd. I knew a Tammy. Maybe this was the one. 

I pulled out once she shut the door. "What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere?"

"My boyfriend and I were going to Vegas. I had to pull over to take a shit. UH, sorry, to use the bathroom. When I returned he was gone."

"Sounds like an asshole, if you don't mind me saying so."

"He was."

"I mean, why would anyone ditch a lovely young women like yourself?"

She blushed at the compliment, "Thank you." You seem like a really nice guy." She gave me a seductive grin.

"Thanks." JESUS, I wanted her. "Anyway, do you plan on getting their tonight? I'm awfully tired. Would you mind if we stopped at a hotel? Their one about a block from here."

"Well, if I saw that bastard tonight, I would probably do something I'd regret. We can stop, provided, we sleep in separate beds."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I lied. We just sat quietly for the remainder of the ride. Finally, we got their and found a parking spot near the entrance. When I shut off the ignition, I opened the door for Tammy.

"Thank you," she exclaimed as she got out of the car. She strutted in front of me and I watched as her ass wiggled.

"Wait a sec." I reluctantly stepped in front of her and opened the door.

"My, what a gentlemen. Thank you." She walked pass the entryway, and I followed, closing the door behind me.

MAN, I REALLY want that ass, I thought. As I followed Tammy rear, I was interrupted by someone's cough.

"AHEM, can I help you, sir?"

I looked up and a gray-haired man was staring at me. So was Tammy. Surprisingly, she had a smile on her face. "Um, I, yeah. I'd like a room.

The man turned his back on Tammy and I. Well he was getting a key, Tammy winked at me. 

What the hell? I questioned myself. 

"Here you are sure, Room 5."

I politely thanked the man and jogged to our room. Putting the key in the lock, I felt Tammy's lips on my neck. As I opened the door and walked in, I grabbed her arm and pulled her in the room. Once the door was closed, I passionately kissed her. My hands found her ass, and I pushed her to the bed. Her lips were wonderfully soft. 

I felt the lovely brunette's tongue pop in my mouth as she undid my fly and pulled both my pants and boxers down.

As our kiss broke, I grabbed the beauties silky red dress and roughly tore it from her body. Luckily, she brought along close with her. Her top was quite ravishing. Despite her flat chest, she had a deliciously flat stomach. I planted kisses to her neck and traveled to her breasts. I licked both with slow passion. Once I had both boobs examined, I traveled to her navel. Then, down to her pussy. It was already soaking wet.

"YES! SUCK MY PUSSY! EAT ME!" She grabbed my light brown hair and thrust my head into her. FUCK ME!!! LICK MY FUCKING CUNT!!" Her waist was humping my face. "NASTY FUCK, SUCK ME!! YES! I'M CUMMINNGGGGG!!!" Then her massive orgasm flowed through her and soaked my face.

I hoped to god that no one kicked us out because of the noise. "I want that ass," I hissed. I flipped her on her hands and knees and guided my cock to her pussy. "But first," I pushed my head inside the hitchhiker and grabbed her wais to steady the lovely young women. I violently shoved the rest in. "YEAH, NASTY WHORE! This is what you want.

"Yes, fuck my pussy. Make me cum on your cock." She pushed back with each of my thrusts. 

I LOVED the feel of her naked flesh on my hips. "Nasty fucking slut. Take my cock." I slapped her ass with aggression. 

"YES! Spank me."

SLAP

"I LOVE IT!"

SLAP

"FUCK ME!" She rocked herself back so hard I almost fell off the bed. "I'M A WHORE!"

Tammy knew how wild she was driving me with her nasty mouth. "Yeah, talk dirty to me, fucking slut. I'M CUUMMINNG!" I unloaded my wad in her pussy as her orgasm watered my cock. When the last drop of cum went from my dick, I pulled out of the babe. "Now, about that ass." I positioned my still erect cock to her tiny whole and pushed in until my whole cock was inside.

"OHH! FUCK MY ASS."

She shocked me with that. I figured she couldn't take it all at once. I grabbed Tammy by her hair and violently slapped my cock into her. "Nasty ass whore. You like that?"

"YEESSS! FUCCK MY ASSS!! Her thrusts were meeting each of mine. "I WANT IT! FUCK MY ASSHOLE! YES!"

I was drenched in sweat and that provided me with more lubrication. "BITCH," I growled at her.

"That's it. I'm an ass-whore. FUCK ME,! she ordered. "I'M CUMMMIING!!"

I was fingering her cunt and another load of girl-cum flooded my finger. "I'M GONNA CUM!"

"CUM IN MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE!" So I unloaded a huge mass of sticky white goo in her shithole. "AHHH, yeah. That was the best.

"Yeah, it was, she agreed.

Finally my member went limp and I pulled out.

"WHEW!" She rolled over on her back and sat up on the mattress. "Thanks. I needed that."

I gave Tammy one more long kiss, "You're welcome, sis," I grinned.



The Hitchhiker



It was Friday! A few errands had delayed Tom's leaving Casper, Wyoming and heading for Wendover, Nevada and a hot weekend of sex, fun, gambling, and more sex in the Casinos with Brenda, a lady friend he had known for years. This was going to be a long weekend. He had taken Monday and Tuesday off too, just to make sure he had enough time with Brenda. They had been meeting there in February for the last few years. Tom intended to get there a day early this year and get a little gambling in ahead of time and more than anything, get out of town and way from his job and other hassles.

Unfortunately the few last minute errands had taken longer than expected. Now it was going to be very late by the time he got to Wendover. There was also the small matter of a winter storm that was rolling in from the west. He was still hoping to get to Wendover before the driving conditions got too bad, but this late start was making that look more and more like wishful thinking. He had made pretty good time between Casper and Rawlins in spite of the road not being a freeway. There were a few flakes of snow in the air already and the sky was getting darker. Tom was about to take the on ramp onto Interstate 80 when he saw an attractive woman standing by the road trying to hitch a ride. She looked cold and miserable standing there with her suitcase and her thumb in the air. The cars ahead of him had passes her by. Tom decided to stop for her. Normally he wouldn't stop for a hitchhiker, but she simply looked too pathetic to just leave there. Besides, he was a real sucker when it came to good looking women.

He rolled down the passenger's side window as she approached the car. "I'm going as far as Wendover if I make it that far in this weather." he told her.

"I'm going to California." she said, but I'll take you up on a ride that far anyway."

"Okay," he said, "why don't you just put your suitcase on the back seat?"

"Thanks." She opened the rear door and put her suitcase on the seat and then got in the front. "Thanks for the ride." she said as he started up the ramp and onto the freeway.

"I'm Tom." he said.

"Nice to meet you Tom, I'm Sabrina."

"Nice to meet you too Sabrina. I'm trying to make Wendover before this storm makes driving impossible. Keep your fingers crossed that it doesn't get too bad.

"It doesn't look too good. I guess I picked a bad day to travel."

"So you are going to California huh? Do you live out there?"

"No, I'm from Lamont, just back up the road a piece. I'm moving out to California to stay with a cousin until I can get a job and get my own place. She lives in San Diego. And thanks for stopping for me. I was freezing my butt off out there."

"You looked pretty miserable standing there. What made you decide to move out to California?"

"Have you ever been to Lamont?" she asked.

"Well, yea. I drove through it on my way from Casper."

"Apparently you didn't blink then. It is a very small town and I was going nowhere there. I was waiting tables at a restaurant and sharing a trailer with another girl who also worked in the same restaurant. I just had to get out. I called my cousin in San Diego and asked her if I could come and stay with her until I found a job and could get my own place. She said she didn't have a spare bedroom but I could sleep on the couch if I was desperate enough; I am."

"You are moving and all you have is one suitcase?"

"That gives you an idea of just how bad things were getting."

The snow continued to fall as he drove and talked to Sabrina. By the time they got to Rock Springs the snow was sticking to the road and the road was beginning to get slick. He had to slow down and he knew that it was going to take a lot longer to get to Wendover; if he made it there tonight at all. As they came out of the tunnels just west of Green River, there were two trucks in the ditch, apparently having jack-knifed on the slick road.

"I don't think I am going to make Wendover tonight." he told her. "It's getting dark and all this snow is making driving much more tonight a very risky venture. Going over the Wasatch Mountains in this wouldn't be a bright idea. I think I am going to bag it for the day and get a room in Little America."

"It looks pretty bad out there." she said with a very disappointed voice. "I guess I will just hole up in the coffee shop there and wait for morning. I can't begin to afford a room."

"Look, I know we have only known each other for all of two hours, but if you want, you can share the room with me. No strings attached. I'll even buy you dinner. Most of those rooms have two beds in them. You can even have your own bed." She was cute and he hoped she would take him up on the offer. It would sure beat spending the time alone with nothing but a television and a Gideon's Bible!

"No strings huh?"

"Nope. None at all. I'll even make sure I get a room with two beds in it. Uh that is, if they have any. If they don't I guess what you do will be up to you. I don't know how you would feel about sharing a bed with a man you have only known for all of two hours, but we can cross that bridge if we come to it."

"Well," Sabrina said with a sigh, "that would be very nice. I do kinda like you and it was very nice of you to give me a ride. I would hate to impose on you. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Nope, not at all. Let's just hope they have rooms." he said as they pulled into Little America. Stopping here seemed to be a popular idea. There were a large number of cars in the parking lot.

Tom went into the hotel lobby and checked on a room for the night. They were filling up fast. The clerk was very sorry, but they had no rooms left with two twin beds. All they had was two left with single king-sized beds. Tom got one of those rooms before they disappeared.

"Good news and bad news." he told her as he got back to the car. "The good news is that I got a room. If we had been another five minutes getting here we would both be holed up in the coffee shop."

"And the bad news is that there is only one bed right?"

"You got it. I'm sorry. There were only two rooms left and that's what they came with." She might have considered that bad news. At the moment he didn't. Sharing a bed with a good looking woman didn't strike him as a bad thing. He just hoped she was willing to go for it. He held his breath as she hesitated before she answered.

"That's okay," she finally said, "at least we got a room. The bad news could have been worse I guess." she said with a smile.

"Yea, we could have both been stuck in the coffee shop tonight." Tom got in the car and drove around to the room. They got their suitcases out of the car and went in to see the room.

"So, are we Mr. and Mrs. something?" she asked as she plopped her bottom down on the bed.

"Nah, they don't ask that any longer. It's just my name and it says it is a party of two."

"Really?" Sabrina grinned, "Is this going to be a party?"

"I guess it can be what ever we want to make it." It was a very non-committal answer. He wasn't sure what to make of her last question. He would like to read wild sex orgy into it, but didn't really dare to think that was the case. Seeing her in a teddy or a short nighty was about the best he could really hope for.

"We might as well have a little fun while we are here." she said slipping out of her jacket.

Tom now got a better look at the woman he had just invited to spend the night with him. She had on a tight fitting T-shirt and tight jeans. She had a very hot looking body. She was slender, her tits were, buy his guess, a B-cup and she had a nice looking ass on her. All of which had been hidden by her jacket. He thought he could see a panty line on the jeans, and she looked to have a sexy demi-bra on. She got up and started fiddling with the television set, flipping through the channels to see what was on. She didn't seem to be having any luck finding something that interested her. He admired her great looking ass while she bent over playing with the television's tuner. Her jeans were skin tight and he felt himself getting hard just looking at her ass. He shifted his growing cock to a more comfortable position in his pants. Any guy who got into those pants was one luck guy. On the other hand, being from the sticks, he had to wonder how much she knew about sex. "How about we go and get something to eat?" he finally asked her. "Can I take out to dinner here?"

"Sure." Sabrina said with a smile as she turned off the television. "I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast."

They went to the dining room and ordered dinner. Tom was hungry, but Sabrina must have been starving. She cleaned her plate and was done quite a bit before Tom was. "Want desert?" he asked.

"Oh, no thanks. You have spent enough on me and you hardly even know me."

"No problem if you want it. If you are still hungry, get something. I was going to blow a hundred bucks at a casino tonight and probably have nothing whatever to show for it. If you want something to eat, get it."

Sabrina changed her mind and had a piece of pie. It disappeared in nothing flat too.

After dinner they went to the lounge and had a few drinks as they talked. When they got back to the room, Tom stood looking out the window. "I hope this is a fast moving storm and blows over by morning." he said after staring out the window for some time.

"It's nice and warm in here and the weather channel said it would. No point in worrying about it now. Why don't you come over here and lay here next to me and watch TV for a little while?"

He decided she was right. It was warm in here and there was no point in worrying about what this snow storm was going to be doing eight hours or more from now. He might as well enjoy being with her and forget about the weather. He turned from the window and was surprised to find her laying on the bed in nothing but her very skimpy undies watching TV. All she had on was a very skimpy demi-bra and very french cut panties.

"Surprise!" Sabrina said with a smile. "I thought I would take your mind off the weather for at least a little while."

"You did that alright. Looks like I am a little over dressed." He was having a hard time taking his eyes off her. She looked even better than he imagined she did.

"You are, so what are you going to do about it?"

He laughed. "Take my clothes off. I don't wear underwear, so you are going to have to settle for me in the buff."

"Now that will be a real hardship." Sabrina said as she propped herself up on one elbow to get a better look while he got undressed. "It might save me from having to rip them off you later."

Tom took off his shirt then his pants. As his pants started down his legs his now very hard cock sprang free.

"Now that looks like a real pleaser." Sabrina said looking at his cock.

It was just an averaged sized one, but he was happy to know that she liked it. He got the pants off and then the shoes and socks. Naked, he crawled over the bed to her. "Now look who's a little over dressed."

"So what are you going to do about it?" she asked him without moving.

He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her over onto her back. "I guess I will just have to get these extra things off."

She giggled. "Maybe I made it too easy for you. Maybe I should have stayed dressed and let you take all of my clothes off."

"I'll settle for these." he said as he undid the clasp on the front of her bra and slowly pealed the cups of the bra off her breasts. She had nice firm breasts, small dark areolas and long sexy nipples.

"Do you like them Tom?" Sabrina asked quietly as he gazed at them.

"Oh yea." he almost whispered. "They are beautiful! You really have a very sexy body Sabrina, very sexy." He leaned over her and kissed one of her nipples and then sucked it into his mouth. A soft moan escaped from her lips as he drew the sexy nipple further into his mouth. His hand went to the other nipple and he began to gently pinch and pull on it.

"You really know how to make them feel good." she whispered. "So very good." Her hand went to his and squeezed his letting him know that he was being too gentle with the nipple. "You don't have to be quite so gentle. A little harder feels better."

Tom let the one nipple slip out of his mouth and kissed his way across her chest to the nipple his fingers were playing with. He let go of it and began to suck on that one. His hand slid down her soft sexy body to the top of her undies and slipped under the waist band. He was surprised to find a lack of hair there. She shaved! He felt his cock twitch as he made this discovery. He also felt her soft warm hand wrap itself around his cock a few seconds later.

"It's nice to know I turn you on so much." she said as she started to move her hand up and down his cock.

He let her nipple slip from his mouth. "I have to see this." he said moving down her body. "I have never been with a woman who shaved." Tom slowly pulled Sabrina's panties down from her hips and let them slowly uncover her naked pussy. Sabrina raised her bottom up off the bed a little so he could slip the panties over her ass and then down her legs. When he had them off her, he tossed them off the bed .

"Do you like it all nice and hairless like that?"

"Fabulous!" he said softly as she spread her legs a little, giving him a better view of her down there.

"Want to eat me?" she asked.

"I'd love to." Tom said as he started to move down between her legs.

"Not that way." Sabrina said. "Lay on your back and I will sit on your face."

Tom wasn't sure he was still alive and on earth. He rolled over onto his back and lay there while Sabrina got up on her knees and moved over him. She put one knee on each side of his head and above it, and then moved around a little more until she could lower her bottom right over his mouth. "Now eat me." she said looking down at him.

Tom was now looking up at Sabrina's sexy body as she had her pussy right over his mouth. He reached up with this hands and took hold of her bottom as his tongue parted her puffy outer sex lips. She smelled very erotic and she tasted sweet and fresh. She was also very wet. His tongue found her erect clit and began slowly licking it.

"Oh yea,......that's the spot." she moaned and closed her eyes for a few seconds. Her hands went to her breasts and began pinching, twisting, and pulling on her erect nipples as his tongues did its magic on her clit.

Tom continued to stroke her clit with his tongue, but also ran it up and down between the soft delicate inner lips and probed at her opening. She pushed her bottom down on his face when he did that, trying to get more of his tongue inside her. He could tell she wasn't too far from coming now, and started devoting all of his attention to her swollen clit.

"Oh keep it up baby and I will come for you. I will come all over that sweet tongue of yours if you keep that up just a little longer."

He wasn't about to quit. He took a firm grip on her ass cheeks and began moving his tongue over her clit as fast as he could.

A few seconds later she went over the edge. "Oh.....oh baby....that's it... I'm gonna come.....I'm coming! Oh YES!" she moaned loudly. 

Tom hoped the people in the next room couldn't hear her, but if they did, well, they could just eat their hearts out. He was in bed with a great looking woman and having the time of his life in the middle of a snowstorm. Her bottom was now pressing hard against his face and his hands were doing more to keep her off his face enough so he could breathe more than anything else. He kept on licking her coming clit as she gushed all over his face. She really got wet when she got off. As the climax began to ebb, he stopped licking her clit and licked between the soft inner lips and tasted her come. This really was a very erotic way to eat a woman. He knew he had a raging hard-on now and was dying to get it into her.

Sabrina had finally had enough of his tongue and flopped over on her side on the bed. "That was great." she said. "Now let me see if I can make you feel that good."

"Right now I would just love to be inside you." he protested.

"What's the rush? It isn't like we can go anywhere. Just lay back and let me make you feel really good." She got up on her hands and knees and moved around until she was between his legs with her head over his hard cock. She picked it up off his stomach and looked at it like a woman savoring a real delicacy. She tongue came out and ran around the head once then stopped. She looked at it again and then licked up the drop of pre-come that had leaked out of the hole in the head. "Looks like you are getting all nice and excited for me." Sabrina said just before the head and half the shaft of his cock disappeared into her hot wet mouth.

Tom moaned as his cock went into her mouth. He pulled a pillow under his head so he could just lay back and watch her. She was very sexy and really knew how to blow a guy. Her head started going up and down on his cock now, and he felt her taking more of it into her mouth each time. Before long she was taking the whole thing into her mouth and part way down her throat. He had no idea how she was doing that without choking herself half to death, but it damn sure felt good. She had him getting ready to come in her mouth in no time. He felt compelled to warn her. "You are going to make me come if you keep that up." he said, hoping that she would keep right on going.

She let his cock slip out of her mouth and said "I know this is a bit of a disappointment, but while I would love to have you come in my mouth, I can't swallow it. It really upsets my stomach. If it's okay I will just let it run out of my mouth. I would really like to suck you off and do that."

"That's fine. I don't want to make you sick after all. You really know how to do that well."

"Good!" she said and put his cock back into her mouth. Her hand was now very gently massaging his balls, encouraging him to give her all he had. She didn't have to wait long.

"Oh God....I'm going to come." he moaned. He watched her head going up and down on his cock a few more times and then he let go. He groaned as the first load of his come shot up his cock and into her waiting mouth. The first one was followed by what seemed to him like and endless stream. She kept her tongue working of the sensitive underside of his cockhead as she shot into her mouth and while one hand still massaged his balls, the other hand now moved up and down his cock shaft. A few seconds later he could feel his come running out of her mouth and down the shaft. Her hand never slowed down as his come started to run over it. After he had giver her his last squirt of come, she licked around the head once, looked up at him, and smiled. "Feel good?" she asked as she wiped the come off her chin with her hand. She was still moving her other hand up and down his come covered cock, sliding her first finger over the head as her hand got to the top.

"For a girl out of some little hick town in the sticks, you sure know a hell of a lot about sex."

"City girls aren't the only ones who know how to fuck." Sabrina said with a grin. "Just lay here and relax. I'll get this mess cleaned up." She got up and went into the bathroom and got a hot wash cloth. She sat next to him on the bed and wiped his cock off. "Are you about ready for round two?"

"Oh, I can't wait." Tom's cock had been going soft, but watching her walk around nude and knowing that he was finally going to get inside her was already getting him hard again. He got up, went to his suitcase and got a condom out of it. He slipped it on as he lay back down on the bed.

Sabrina tossed the wash cloth on the floor. "What's your favorite position?" she asked him as she started to stroke his cock again.

"I like the girl on top. Especially if she feels like sitting up."




The Hitchhiker



"That's nice for starters." she said as she swung a leg over him. "Sex that way tends to be a little slow." She reached under herself and held his now hard cock straight up and lowered herself down onto it. She was very wet and he went all the way into her as she sat down on him. "To get it really nasty and hard thought you really have to use some other position. Doggie is okay, but there isn't enough body contact that way." She started moving up and down on his cock, almost letting the head escape and then sliding down on it until it was all the way inside her again. Tom didn't say anything. He was busy watching his himself going in and out of her shaven pussy. "I like the girl on the bottom with her legs wrapped around the guy and him really pounding away in her. I really get off that way. If he is pushing me along on the bed he is probably doing it hard enough." Sabrina was playing with her nipples now, pinching them and pulling on them, as she talked to him and watched him staring at her pussy. "Nice view?" she asked with a grin.

"It doesn't get any better." He had his hands on her hips now and was thrusting up as she came down on him.

"Really?" she giggled, "How about if I just turn around and you get to see my backside as we fuck?"

"Okay."

Sabrina carefully turned around, keeping him inside her as she did. Now she put her hands on his knees as she began moving up and down again. "How's that view?"

"This is pretty hot too. You really have a nice ass."

"Thanks." She rode his cock a little longer, and decided it was time for the two of them to get off. "How about we put me on the bottom and you really let me have it? I need a little fast hard fucking right now. I'm getting close to coming and I really want to get off good."

"Yea, I won't last too much longer, this way or any other. You are just so good and you sure are tight."

Sabrina got off him and lay next to him on the bed. Tom got between her legs aimed his cock at her tight wet opening as she spread her legs wide and lifted them up to wrap them around him.

"I want you to really fuck me Tom." she said as he settled in on top of her. "Nice and hard, okay?"

"Oh, you got it Sabrina." he said as he started moving in and out of her. The first few strokes were slow and gentle, but he started going faster and harder, shaking the bed as he pounded into her. He was shoving his cock into her and hitting her bottom hard enough to slowly slide her across the bed. Fortunately they had started low enough on the bed that they were ready to come before her head hit the headboard.

"Oh that's it." Sabrina moaned. "I like it nice and hard like that. I'm about ready to come. You ready Tom? I can't last much longer."

He was ready to come himself. "I'm just about there......I'm.....I'm coming Sabrina, I'm coming!!" He felt his cock swell and the first load of come rush out of his cock and into her. Her moaning and thrashing as she started to come just made his all the better. He shot load after load of come into her. Sabrina was now digging her fingernails into his back and had her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, letting him shove his cock as far into her as he could while they both got off. Tom had his arms under her shoulders as he gave her all he had.

As their orgasms subsided, Tom lay over Sabrina, kissed her, kissed her nipples, and felt the last of her contractions on him. He finally moved off her and lay next to her getting is breath back.

Sabrina sat up and got a tissue from the night stand. Before Tom had thought to remove the condom, she slipped it off his now soft cock and wiped off the last of his come. "I thought I had sucked you about dry." she said holding the condom up and looking at the come in it. Looks like I missed by quite a bit!" She got up, flushed both items, and came back bed. Tom was now under the covers and had turned the television back on. Sabrina slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to him. He put his arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder as they watched the local news. The storm, the weatherman reported, was moving east quickly and was expected to only leave a few inches of snow on the ground.

The next morning they dressed, ate in the coffee shop, and checked out of the motel. The storm of yesterday was long gone by morning and the highway crews had been busy during the night clearing the road. On the drive to Salt Lake City, Tom thought it over and decided that he would rather spend some of his gambling money buying Sabrina a bus ticket to where she was going than give it to a casino. 

It wasn't terribly hard to talk her into accepting the bus ticket. After all, she didn't want to hitchhike to San Diego, she just didn't have the money for the ticket in the first place. He did give her his phone number just in case California didn't turn out to be all she had hoped for and wanted to come back to a little larger town in Wyoming.

With Sabrina safely on her way to San Diego, Tom now drove to Wendover and was looking forward to what was left of his long weekend of sex and gambling with Brenda. He was having a great time and the weekend was off to a great beginning in spite of the weather.

Copyright (C) 1996, all rights reserved.



The Hitchhiker



"Thanks for picking me up," Lynn said, wiping the rain from her face. She looked at the driver and found she was a beautiful woman. This surprised her, all her previous rides had been men. The woman kicked the heater all the way up. 

"Don't mention it," the woman said with a smile, "I have a long way to go and need company. Didn't your sign say Miami?" 

"Yeah, it used too," Lynn looked down at the battered piece of cardboard on the floor which had begun melting long ago. "I don't think it's much use any more." 

"Relax, you won't need it. I'm going to Orlando and rides from there are easy. There's nowhere else to go, actually." 

"Oh great!" Lynn gasped. "How long to Orlando?" 

"About three days. You can share rooms if you want." Lynn began warming up under the full fury of the heater. She stripped off her jacket, revealing her firm tits and stiff nipples under the damp tee shirt. The woman seemed to give her an approving glance. She turned down the heater a little and cracked her window. The heat in the car was stifling. 

"Oh man, you can't believe how much I regretted going back out into that freezing rain." The front windows were now clear again. Only the back windows remained foggy due to the moisture carried in by Lynn. It would remain until she dried off completely. The car was a snug, warm island of safety in an otherwise stormy night. The mood was warm and companionable. 

"Ohio has some rough weather, even in the spring," the woman said. The dash lights lit her face in the darkness. A light from the open ashtray lit her shapely legs and short skirt. Lynn marveled at the smooth perfection of the woman's shapely, lightly tanned thigh. The short skirt looked like that of a business woman. The car was a Sable, the seats felt good when snuggled into. The silence dragged on for a while. Lynn, now warm, began nodding off. 

"So, do you know any games?" the woman's soft voice shattered the peace of the night. 

"Nothing you'd be interested in I'm afraid." 

"Like what?" 

"I've played some fun games with the men who've picked me up." 

"Such as?" 

"Well," Lynn giggled, looking embarrassed, "almost every man I've met wants me to give them a blowjob while they drive. They say it's a test of manhood or that's what the cruise control is for. I do the cute ones." 

"Ouh, sounds like fun. Hey, I have cruise control," the woman said with a sly smile. 

"Yeah, but you're not a man." 

"Well think of me as a man trapped in a woman's body." 

"Seriously?" 

"Sure. I'm bi, if you're interested. I wouldn't push anything on you though, I was mostly kidding." 

"Bi? That means you swing both ways?" 

"Of course?" the woman said in surprise. Lynn nodded thoughtfully. The silence stretched on and the hum of the engine began singing Lynn to sleep. She shook her head to clear it and looked at the woman. The woman looked at her and smiled. 

"I am so tired," Lynn said, yawning. 

"Don't do that, I'm trying to stay awake here. That's why I mentioned the cruise control thing. The next town is almost a hundred miles away." 

"Shit, you were serious?" 

"Sure." 

"I've never done a woman," Lynn said thoughtfully. The woman nodded wordlessly, aware that Lynn was trying to decide. Suddenly Lynn leaned closer and put a hand on the woman's leg. The woman opened her legs slightly. Lynn loved the buttery soft feeling of the woman's athletic thigh. The skin was absolutely smooth, but the muscles were firm, clenching and unclenching as she touched her golden thighs. 

"Soft," Lynn said breathlessly. The woman turned on the cruise control with an audible click, raised the steering wheel, then pulled her foot off the gas pedal. She swung her leg wide, resting it on the seat. Lynn gasped in alarm and excitement as the black lace panties showed for the first time. The plaid skirt automatically hiked up as the woman's legs opened. It looked like a wonderland of soft skin. 

"Wonderful," Lynn sighed, looking under the woman's skirt. "I'm not sure I can do it, but I want too so much," Lynn said, shaking as if she were cold again. 

"Try," the woman said softly. Something about the cold rainy night outside, and the warmth and comfort inside, made Lynn willing to do things she would not normally do. It had something to do with the companionable atmosphere inside the car. It was a safe haven of soft leather and sweet scents, making it seem unreal. 

In a daze, Lynn moved closer to the enticing open legs. They looked so inviting, so unreal and sexy. 

Nervously she slid her head under the woman's skirt and neared the crotch of her panties. She kissed the heavenly skin on the woman's inner thigh, then sniffed as she caught the scent of pussy. It was the first she had ever smelled, other than her own. There was some comfort in knowing she smelled like Lynn. Lynn kissed the inner-most part of the woman's leg, then sniffed the crotch of her panties. Her head blocked off the light, leaving the woman's crotch in darkness, but the aroma was delicious. Lynn had often tasted her own juice on the pecker's of her lovers, but never considered searching out the taste between the legs of another woman. Since she had tasted herself so often, she would not be surprised by the woman's taste. Still, she hesitated. This was a big step. She was about to go from a normal life, the life of a heterosexual, to that of a lesbian, in just a few short hours. It was not something to be taken lightly. 

"Oh shit, this is so strange," Lynn said, allowing the back of her shaking fingers to pet the inside of the woman's thigh while she thought. She timidly bent forward and kissed the crack at the top of the woman's right inner thigh. 

The woman gasped above her. 

The hot red lips felt fantastic on her warm thigh. It was a taste of the fabulous things to come. She tried to wish Lynn to hurry and appease her raging cunt, but she knew she had to remain calm and let Lynn make her own moves, her own decisions. 

"Oh hell, I've got to do this," Lynn moaned and sealed her lips over the crotch of the woman's panties. She sucked greedily for several minutes, then pulled back slightly and lifted the crotch of the woman's panties away, revealing the priceless buried treasure between the woman's legs. As hard as it was to see, under the woman's skirt, and with her head blocking the light from the ashtray, Lynn still saw enough to make her gasp in appreciation. The smell of sex was much stronger now. She suddenly realized that when she smelled sex in a room, the entire aroma was contributed by the woman. She never realized that before. 

"You smell delicious," Lynn said. She pressed her lips against the moist heat of the woman's pussy and kissed it tenderly. She felt the thighs against her cheeks tighten and shudder. Lynn continued the soft kiss while allowing the tip of her tongue to slide into the folds of soft wet flesh. The woman's mound was heavenly, she loved the feeling and taste in her lips. It was the best kiss she'd ever had. 

"Wonderful," the woman sighed, trying to concentrate on driving, while enjoying the feelings flooding the lower half of her body. 

Lynn concentrated on tasting and exploring. She was not in a hurry, even though the woman was. Lynn wanted to enjoy the experience, the woman just wanted release. 

Lynn pressed her puckered lips over the area where the clit was located and sought out the little bud with her tongue. She worried the stiff little member, creating explosions of pleasure in the woman's crotch. When the clit was stiff and swollen, she sucked it into her lips, alternating the suction so the little clit slid in and out of her lips. She was giving the woman's tiny prick a blowjob, as a man had done to Lynn long ago. Lynn enjoyed the undulating pussy pressing against her lips. She also enjoyed the sound of the woman's passion. It was very erotic. The smell of the woman's pussy and the heady heat between her open thighs was like a drug. It was wonderful under the woman's plaid skirt. 

"You are so good," the woman gasped in appreciation. Lynn smiled, sucked the clit into her lips, then tortured it with her tongue. She heard the woman squeal, the car moved back and forth on the road drunkenly. 

"Be careful," the woman gasped. "Softly." Lynn kissed the woman's pussy several times with smacking lips, then lowered her mouth and slid her tongue into the woman's vulva. In a moment she was tongue fucking the woman. The woman rocked her mushy pussy forward against Lynn's mouth, undulating like a snake. Lynn's long sexy tongue was thrust up inside her, then slid out alternately. 

Lynn slid her hands under the woman's firm ass, used her left thumb to hold the panties aside, and began eating whole heartedly. She had seen it done, both on TV and in her own pussy. She knew how a woman wanted to be eaten, and knew a few tricks men had used on her in the past. Lynn was a girl who liked sex, and had learned from her many experiences. 

Lynn also knew the woman was about to cum, she could hear it in her breathing. Lynn worked her mouth from side to side, sucking while her tongue probed the wet folds of hot flesh. She licked and sucked mercilessly, making the woman squirm on the seat. She liked the feeling of the meaty ass in her hands. She liked the soft skin against her warm cheeks. It was good, all of it. 

Lynn licked the entire folds of pussy flesh from the bottom to top. The woman jumped each time Lynn's tongue struck her swollen clit. In a moment the woman began gasping, emitting little squeals as the orgasm tore her loins apart. Lynn held her mouth motionless, sucking gently as the pussy squirmed in her mouth. It was the most erotic experience Lynn had ever had. 

"Shit, I almost ran off the road," the woman suddenly gasped. Lynn sat up to see the same dark, rainy road she had seen before her little experience. It seemed like she had started days before, not 20 to 30 minutes. 

"That was incredible," the woman said enthusiastically. "I'm finding a hotel as fast as possible. I want that little pussy in my mouth," she slid her hand into Lynn's lap and cupped her crotch appreciatively. 

"Oh God, my nipples are so hard they're going to rip my shirt," Lynn said, cupping a small shapely tit in her hand. 

"I can't stand it," the woman said, pulling over to the side of the road. "Open up," she said as she put the car in park and fell into Lynn's lap, ripping at the button on her jeans. 

Lynn lifted her ass and slid her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Before she could get ready, the woman's mouth eagerly sought and found Lynn's pussy. She lapped like a dog, sucking when it was needed to stop the flow of nectar. The feeling of her soft head on Lynn's leg was erotic enough to make Lynn come all by itself. Lynn looked down at the eager face in her lap and petted the woman's hair while her feasting mouth set fire to Lynn's loins. Lynn looked around uncomfortably at the dark night around her, afraid that somebody would see. 

Then she didn't care. The fire was building in her hot mound. The woman was eagerly eating her pussy with the experience of a woman used to pleasing other women. She knew when to lick Lynn's clit, and when to lick her pussy lips. Sitting there in the dark with the woman's mouth between her legs, Lynn would not have traded places with anybody else in the world. It was the most exciting time of her life. 

"Oh shit, I'm coming," Lynn squealed. Her pussy exploded almost without warning. Bucking her ass on the seat, Lynn fed her wet pussy to the woman's mouth. She held the woman's head between her legs, mashing her sex against it brutally. The woman eagerly followed Lynn's pussy up and down as it spasmed. All too soon her orgasm was over and Lynn had to push the woman's eager lips off her pussy. 

"That was so good!" the woman cried enthusiastically. She leaned forward and kissed Lynn on the lips, the grabbed a handful of tissues and carefully wiped Lynn's sweet face clean. 

"We are going to have so much fun," the woman sighed. She sat back up and began to drive, as Lynn pulled her pants back on. Lynn was beginning to feel a little guilty, but the erotic pictures in her mind just wouldn't go away. 

"I feel sort of funny," Lynn finally admitted. 

"That happens," the woman said. "Sometimes a woman completely rejects her feelings, saying it was an accident, or she was so horny that she couldn't help it. But soon she comes back to her true feelings. Women were meant to love, it doesn't matter if a man or woman does the loving. You'll see me again.



The Hitchhiker



I'd been hitchhiking for three days when I decided I needed to finally stop and take a break. I was eighteen and just out of high school and it was the summer before I was supposed to go off to college and start a new life. I figured this would be one of the last times in my life that I would be truly free, so I decided to hitchhike across the country and see what America was all about. My parents weren't crazy about the idea but there was nothing they could really do. I was eighteen and on my own and I could do whatever I wanted, and I wanted to hitchhike. I guess you could say I was a little naive. After all, I had only been out of my home state of Indiana twice, and both of those times were school trips into Illinois. To say I wasn't well traveled wouldn't exactly have been an understatement.

From the start I'd been hitchhiking west, heading toward Denver, and having the time of my life. I was meeting new people, exploring new places, trying new things. I was dead tired though by the time the third day rolled around and felt like I needed a good night's rest. A trucker dropped me off on the outskirts of Boulder and it was there I decided I would spend the night. But first I needed to take a break and get some food before I even thought about looking for a suitable hotel. I took a walk toward the main part of the town. It was a typical small town, and more or less was what I expected. I went into the local diner and took a seat at a booth. I unloaded and stretched out as I waited for my patty melt and fries. The diner was virtually empty so I couldn't help but notice when she walked in.

She was an incredibly sexy woman. This despite the fact that she was old enough to be my mother. If I had to guess, I'd say she was about forty, although her body certainly didn't show it. She had long strawberry blonde hair that fell at least six inches past her shoulders. Every strand of hair was perfectly styled, almost like on a girl you'd see on the cover of a magazine. Her lips were blazing red in stark contrast to her slightly pale skin. Her face and eyes were beautiful, if a little worn. She wore high heels and a tight cut miniskirt. Her white blouse hugged her curves perfectly. Her tits were nothing short of amazing. They seemed to defy gravity. Not that I was experienced, but I would have to say they were definitely more than a handful. It didn't end there either. For one, her stomach was amazingly flat, and as flat as her stomach was, her ass was round. And beautifully so. I couldn't help but imagine running my fingers all over her luscious body.

But really, who was I kidding? I was an eighteen year-old boy. I had no absolutely no chance of even kissing such a sexy older woman, never mind sleeping with her. To make matters worse, I was a virgin. I had no sexual experience whatsoever. Sure, I had made out with a few girls, and I even managed to grope a few tits, but I had never done anything more that that. To be honest, I was a little bit embarrassed about some things I won't bother to get into. So needless to say, the fantasy in my head was as far I was ever going to get.

When she sat down at the table across from me I was definitely taken aback. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. It seemed like every couple of seconds I was looking her way. After a while I think it became more like a stare. I think that's when she first saw me. I must have been drooling by then. She gave me a quick smile and then turned away. I was a bit embarrassed and tried not to look after that but I couldn't help it. Within minutes I was back staring. It wasn't long before she caught me looking again. This time though, she didn't smile. Instead, she got up from her table and came over to my booth and took a seat directly across from me. I think by the time she got comfortable I was trembling.

"Do you like what you see?" she cooed sexily.

"What?" It was all I could muster. I was completely caught off guard.

"Do you like what you see? Do you like my body?"

My eyes turned downward sheepishly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What about my tits? Do you like my tits?"

"Yes, ma'am, I love your tits."

"That's good. For a minute there I thought you stopped staring."

"No, ma'am."

She stared directly at me for what seemed like a minute before she spoke again.

"I wanna fuck you."

"Huh?" I said with my voice quaking.

"You heard me. I wanna fuck you. A young thing like you. I bet you could please me for hours."

My mouth dropped open.

"Tell me, when was the last time you were fucked? I mean really fucked. Good and hard by a real woman."

"I've never been fucked, ma'am. Not at all."

A sly smile formed on her lips.

The next thing I knew, I was in her car driving down the road toward her house. I had no idea what was in store for me. The whole experience was strangely erotic. I guess I was kind of like her boy toy. I barely said anything. She basically said let's go and I followed. I didn't even ask any questions. I just went. It's like she cast some kind of weird spell on me.

Her house was a two-story affair smack dab in the middle of a newer subdivision. You could tell she had money by the way the house was decorated. Everything was done with a touch of class. Once inside, she fixed herself a glass of red wine and took a seat on the couch in the living room. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do. She leaned back and smiled as she watched me move nervously about.

Suddenly she commanded me to take of my clothes. I hesitated at first, but from her look I knew she was in charge. Even though I was embarrassed, I did as I was told. I unbuttoned by shirt and removed it slowly. Next came my shoes and socks. It what seemed like no time at all, I was standing in the middle of the room in only my pants. She watched calmly from the couch.

"Don't stop there."

Once again, I sensed she meant business and I slowly slid off my pants. Now I was practically naked. My white underwear was the only thing between her and my penis.

"Go on."

I hesitated, unsure what she would think, but I knew that I had no choice. With my stomach practically in my throat, I did as she said. Tantalizingly slow, I slid my underwear down over my hips and onto the floor. I found the situation to be embarrassing but incredibly erotic nonetheless. By then, my cock was rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. She giggled a little when she first saw it.

"Come here."

I moved closer until I was standing right in front of her. She smiled as she reached out to touch it.

"It's so small."

My secret was no longer mine alone. At a slightly shorter than five inches, my cock had been a touchy subject since I was a teenager. I was embarrassed to shower in front of other men, and up until know, I had never had the opportunity or the inclination to let a woman see it. Yet here I was, standing completely naked in front of a beautiful older woman. I always wondered what this moment would be like and now I knew. Here I stood shaking as this strange woman gently stroked my tiny penis.

"It's beautiful though. So nicely curved. So smooth. So hard."

She looked up at me sly grin.

"Oh yeah, I want this cock to fuck me. I want this cock to fuck me hard."

My body was still shaking. Goosebumps ran up my arms and across my chest.

"Get down on your knees."

I immediately dropped to me knees and positioned myself between her spread legs. I got a glimpse of her underwear as her skirt rode up when she shuffled in her seat. What came next I certainly didn't expect. Before I knew what happened, I had a leather collar around my neck that was securely fashioned to a short leash.

"Follow me."

The woman got up and started to lead me away. I got up to follow but was quickly rebuffed.

"On your knees."

The woman led me to the back of her house. I followed like a puppy dog down on all fours. The room we entered was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was predominately deep red with a touch of black. Leather was in abundance. Throughout the room were several medieval looking contraptions. As best as I could figure the room seemed to be some kind of torture chamber.

"Up on your feet!"

I immediately jumped to my feet. My Mistress, if you could now call her that, pulled me over toward a contraption near the wall. Before I could utter another word, she had a ball gag in my mouth and both my arms and legs fastened in an "X" to a wooden frame. Needless to say, I was extremely vulnerable. My Mistress giggled as she watched me struggle. That was when the torture began. It wasn't real torture, but more like sexual torture.

My Mistress knew how much I lusted after her body. My cock was aching to be released, but instead of giving me the satisfaction I craved, she teased me even more. Button by button, piece by piece, she slowly she revealed her succulent body. I was whimpering for relief by the time she was down to her black bra and panties. Before revealing her luscious tits, she moved in close to where she was practically touching me. Mercifully, she unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall forth. Slowly she backed away, looking straight into my eyes as she did. Turning around she slid her black bikini bottoms over her hips and down her long, silky smooth legs. She never turned around as she did so, allowing me to see only her firmly toned ass. Now clad in only high heels, I watched from behind and she slowly slid a finger deep into her sopping wet pussy. Turning toward me, but still keeping her pussy out of view, she brought the finger to her lips and teasingly licked it clean.

Finally, she turned around to reveal the part of her body my tiny cock craved. Her pussy was magnificent. Neatly trimmed in a thin vertical stripe. It was jet black in stark contrast to her strawberry blonde hair. She sauntered toward me, her hips swaying seductively. Standing directly in front of me, she again buried her finger deep into her pussy, but instead of bringing it to her lips, she removed the ball gag and slowly ran her wet finger across my lips. I moaned with desire as she did. This seemed to please her immensely.

"So you want to taste my cunt."

"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled.

She looked down at my cock, cupping my balls in her hand.

"What makes you think I'd let the boy attached to this puny thing lick my cunt?"

Beyond humiliated, I stared at the floor. She immediately turned away and walked across the room, returning with a small leather strap like nothing I'd ever seen.

"Do you think you're worthy to serve this body."

My failure to answer brought a smile to her lips. Almost without me knowing, she reached down and tied the small leather strap around my balls. The strap formed a leash so she could pull on my balls, tightening the noose as she pleased. She seemed amused as I jumped with each tug. She reached over and grabbed paddle hanging on a wall nearby. With little effort, she rotated the frame holding me so my ass was now facing her instead of my cock. She fed the cock leash between my legs so she could still pull on my balls as needed.

SMACK!

I felt the sharp sting of the paddle on my ass.

"Do you want to lick this pussy?"

SMACK!

"I said do you want to lick this pussy?"

"Yes ma'am," I stuttered.

"Are you going to make your Mistress cum?"

"Yes ma'am."

SMACK! SMACK!

"How are you going to make your Mistress cum with that tiny little cock?"

SMACK! By now my ass was raw, if not beat red.

"With my tongue."

"Very good."

My Mistress moved closer. She gently massaged my ass, her fingers running up and down my crack as she whispered in my ear.

"Is your Mistress going to fuck you?"

"Yes," I muttered, breathing rapidly.

She backed away.

"Is your Mistress going to fuck you hard?"

"Yes," I softly replied.

SMACK!

"I asked if your Mistress going to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said a little louder.

SMACK!

"How hard is she going to fuck you?"

"Hard!" I screamed.

"Is she going to fuck your brains out?"

SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! She's going to fuck me until I scream."

With that she stopped and untied me. Tugging on the cock leash, she led me across the room. I stood before her as she relaxed in a chair.

"On your knees."

I positioned myself on the floor directly in front of her. She spread her legs and let me get a good look.

"Do you like my pussy?"

"Yes ma'am. Very much."

"Did you imagine licking my pussy when you were staring at me in the diner?"

"Yes ma'am."

With that, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her sopping cunt.

"Eat me."

She leaned back, arching in her back as she took in the sensation of my warm tongue darting in and out of her pussy. Her breathing increased and she began to moan. Soon her eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure overtook her.

"Oh yeah, lick my pussy little boy."

Now with both hands on the back of my head, she pushed my face in deeper.

"Oh yeah, just like that."

Her moans grew louder as my pace quickened. I buried my tongue into her cunt as deep as it would go.

"Come on little boy, fuck me with your tongue."

Her breathing grew erratic as her arousal increased.

"Harder!"

She slammed my face into her crotch.

"Deeper! Deeper!"

Suddenly her back arched even further and her thighs tightened around my head. Even with my ears covered I could still hear her screams of ecstasy. I kept licking with all my might, until the grip of her thighs on my head relaxed. Finally, her cries subsided and were replaced with heavy breathing. I kept licking her pussy as her right hand gently massaged the back of my head. When her breathing returned to normal, she tilted my head back so I was forced to look up at her. My face was covered with her juices. She smiled her approval.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Grabbing my cock with her leash once again, she dragged me to the bed that dominated the room.

"On your back."

I did as ordered. Once again she tied me down, my limbs in same "X" position as before, except this time I was on my back. On the bed helpless, I looked up toward the ceiling. Above the bad, the ceiling was covered with mirrors. I saw the reflection of my tiny cock, aching for release. My Mistress saw me looking up.

"Now you can watch yourself as I fuck you hard."

She wasted no time. Before I knew it, she was straddling me while one hand was pulling on the cock leash to keep me in line. Foreplay was nonexistent. My Mistress simply grabbed my tiny little cock and inserted it into her pussy. She smiled as she began to fuck me hard, riding my cock with abandon.

The sensation was overwhelming. Strapped to the bed and being fucked by this incredibly sexy woman was nothing short of amazing. My cock was in heaven, the tight grip of her sopping wet pussy drove me wild. I grunted with each thrust and the view in the mirror only added to the excitement. She seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on me. I was about to lose control when I felt the noose tighten around my balls. She must have sensed my impending orgasm and used the leash to stop it. By this point my cock was ready to explode, but there was nothing I could do about it. My Mistress was in complete control. Instead of grunting with each thrust, the leash had now reduced me to whimpering. My Mistress seemed to enjoy that even more.

She continued to pound away, milking my cock for all it was worth. Once again her breathing was become erratic as she rode my shaft. She was paying virtually no attention to me. She was strictly in it for her own pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she repeatedly slammed her cunt into my pelvis. Soon she was grunting as well, her own body begging for release with each thrust.

Her orgasm must have been fast approaching as she released the grip on my balls. My whimpers returned to grunts. Now we were both grunting, growing louder with every thrust. She was fucking me urgently now, her hips were driving deep into my cock with abandon. Then it happened. Her orgasm began to overwhelm her. Her grunts turned to moans and screams and she seemingly lost control of her body. Seeing her back arch and her body flail wildly sent me over the edge as well. Her pussy clamped tight around my aching cock as I shot my load deep inside her. She never stopped pumping as we came together. I watched in the mirror as the sounds of our ecstasy echoed throughout the room.

Slowly the sounds of our pleasure subsided and our breathing returned to normal. She was still straddling me when she finally opened her eyes. Still trying to gather myself, she looked down at me and smiled. 

"I'm not done with you yet." 



The Hitchhiker



I was just fooling around when I met Rachel. 

I was out riding my Harley when I saw a gal standing alongside the road with her thumb out. Having hitched a good bit in my younger days, I usually picked up hitchers if I could. I rolled off the throttle and pulled to a stop next to her.

"Where ya headed?" I asked.

"Someplace down the road. Anywhere but here." she answered.

"Hop on. I'm headed that way myself." I said.

She grinned and swung her leg over the back of the bike and settled down against my back. She was wearing shorts, a halter top, and sandals, altogether a nice looking package indeed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my body. 

"By the way, my name's Rachel." she said into my ear as I eased off the clutch.

It was a beautiful Wyoming morning, and I decided there and then to make a run down to Denver. Rachel laid her cheek against my shoulder as we rode, her long sandy hair blowing in the wind. The ride to Denver was way too damn short. I was really enjoying having her riding with me. I am usually a solo rider, but it was a pleasant change to have a passenger. Especially a good looking female passenger.

I pulled into a gas station to refuel and stretch my legs. Rachel slid off the back of the bike and ran her fingers through her hair. I popped the gas cap and inserted the nozzle. As the tank filled, I checked the oil and the tension on the chain. Rachel took the nozzle and held the tip just at the opening of the tank, topping it off like an expert. "Thanks." I said as she hung the nozzle back on the pump. 

She walked in with me when I went to pay for the gas. As we walked, I noticed the crotch of her shorts was damp. I grinned to myself. A lot of women had that reaction to the vibrations of a big V-twin engine.

"Need anything?" I asked.

"A pack of Whiffs little cigars if you don't mind." she said.

I put a pack of the small cigars on the counter and paid for them. 

"A wench after me own heart." I quipped in a bad pirate accent. Rachel laughed aloud.

As we walked back to the bike I looked over at her. "Anyplace you want to go next?" I asked. Rachel slid her arm around my waist. "How about your place?"

I settled myself down on the bike and patted the seat behind me. "Hop on then."

When Rachel was back in place, I fired up the beast and headed back out on the highway.

The ride home to Laramie took about 6 hours. It would have taken less, but we stopped at Cheyenne to grab a bite to eat.

Back in Laramie, I pulled into my driveway. "This is it." I announced as I shut down the bike. Rachel and I stood there for a few moments, stretching out the kinks and stiffness that an all day ride can bring. Then I led her inside.

"Make yourself at home." I told her as I went into the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink? A beer or a soda?" 

"Beer if you have it," she called back.

I popped the caps on a couple of longneck Buds and took them to the living room.

Rachel had taken me at my word and made herself at home. She had kicked off her sandals and opened the button fly of her denim shorts. She was sitting relaxed on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. I sat down next to her and handed her a beer. She took a few big swallows before lowering the bottle. "Ah, that's what I needed." she said.

She scooted over closer to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled right in. I picked up the TV remote and turned on the idiot box. I checked the cable guide and saw that one of my favorite movies was coming on.

"Cool! The Fifth Element is on!" Rachel exclaimed happily before I could say a word. Since that was the movie I wanted to watch anyway, I flipped to the proper channel.

As the movie started, Rachel slid down to lay on the couch with her head on my lap.

She pulled my hand down with her and pressed it firmly against her left tit.

Hey, I'm only human, of course I copped a feel.

A third of the way through the movie, Rachel got up and fetched us another couple of beers. She lay down again and pulled my hand to her tit once more. This time, I slid my hand through the side of her halter and played with her bare breast, making her nipple stand up firm. She sighed contentedly and turned her face to kiss me on the thigh.

By this time I was hard as a rock. I used my right hand to loosen the bow holding her halter at the back of her neck. She reached up when she felt the bow being untied and pulled the top of her halter down. So I untied the bow in the middle of her back. She raised up a bit and pulled the halter all the way off. I reached down and pulled my own T-shirt off. When I rubbed her denim clad butt, Rachel stood up and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. As soon as I saw what she was doing, I stood and toed off my boots while undoing my belt, button and zipper.

I got my pants, boots and socks off in record time.

When I sat back down, Rachel straddled my legs facing the TV. She reached between her legs and grasped my erection, guiding it into her tight, wet pussy as she settled down firmly in my lap.

She leaned back against me. I slid my arms around her to cup her medium sized breasts. As the movie rolled on, I toyed idly with her nipples, tracing patterns lightly with my finger tips all over the surface of her tits.

During exceptionally exciting points in the movie, she would bounce up and down on my cock. Most of the time though, she was content just to squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles. It felt like she had a hot velvet fist gripping my shaft when she did that. 

At long last the movie ended with the hero and the girl having sex. "That looks like fun." Rachel said, turning her face to me with a mischievous grin.

I lifted her off me and shifted position. I laid her on the couch with her legs high and wide with her knees bent and her toes pointed. She held her arms out to me as I lowered myself onto her. As my cock slid back into the warm wet depths of her pussy, Rachel arched her back, then wrapped her legs around me about the level of my lower ribs. She stretched her arms out over her head, and I twined my fingers with hers, holding her gently in place as she lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts.

Rachel kept up a steady stream of little moans, gasps, and sighs as we fucked. I could tell when she came as her face flushed, her breathing got ragged, and her pussy muscles pulsated around my cock. When she had come at least twice, I was ready to come myself.

I didn't want to stop so soon, so I pulled out of her again. She tried to pull me back down on top of her, but I picked her up and laid down again with Rachel on top of me. She wriggled around until my cock slid back into her pussy. Rachel brought her knees forward as she sat up to kneel astride my hips.

Rachel shifted her hips back and forth as I reached down and found her clit with my fingers. She gasped at my touch and threw her head back as her pussy spasmed again. I could feel the ring of her cervix rubbing on the head of my cock with her movements. 

Finally, She leaned forward to brace herself with her hands on either side of my shoulders. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster until she collapsed atop me, shuddering and her pussy squeezing my shaft in a ragged rhythm.

I rolled us over, staying connected, and hooked her knees over my elbows and thrust deep. Rachel wrapped her arms around me and lifted her hips up to meet mine. She opened her mouth to mine as I bent my head to kiss her. 

I felt my semen boiling up out of my balls and let go. When she felt my come splashing against the entrance to her womb, Rachel moaned into my mouth and hugged me as tight as she could. I held still, buried in her for as long as I could, then rolled off of her.

Rachel lay there breathing heavily. "Wow." she said shakily. "That was intense."

I scooped her up with an arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees and carried her to the bathroom while she squealed with laughter. I set her down in the tub and turned on the shower as I climbed in with her.

That was almost a year ago, and Rachel is still here. I don't ask a lot of questions, and neither does she. I just enjoy having her around.



The Hitchhiker



It had been a long drive and I was getting real tired and restless, but decided to keep going a little longer before I stopped for the night. I turned the radio on and found a rock station and began humming along to the tune that was playing. I noticed up ahead in the distance someone hitch - hiking and decided to slow down and take a look. I’ve never picked up a hitch hiker before but the closer I got to him the more I wanted to. He looked really cute, tight jeans and jean jacket and built from what I could see. I pulled over and hoped like hell he wasn’t some kind of a nut, but could feel myself becoming aroused!

As I pulled to a stop and popped the door open I watched him run up to the car . He jumped in, closed the door, stuck his hand out and said “hi, my name is Mike, thanks for picking me up” . I cautiously shook his hand and told him my name and still wondered if I’d made a huge mistake. 

He began to talk to me and soon had me convinced he wasn’t crazy and just needed a ride so I relaxed and started to enjoy his company. He was very cute, blue eyes, (almost aquamarine), black hair, very tall and muscular. My jeans were very tight and I could feel myself becoming more aroused as he talked to me. 

He must have picked up on the fact that I had relaxed and he reached for my hand and began to very sensually caress it. “ Do you like that?” he asked. “Yes” I replied breathlessly, “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. I took a moment to answer him but could only say “no”. 

He began to caress up my arm and to massage my neck , it was soooo good! Then he put his other hand down in between my legs and started to rub my slit through my jeans. I squirmed in delight and he told me to find somewhere to pull over. Thankfully a rest area was just up ahead and slowed the car to make my exit from the highway. 

I stopped the car under a stand of trees out of the late afternoon sun and turned it off. I turned to him and we began to kiss each other and pull each other’s clothes off. I was so hot for him and I knew he was hot for me. I pushed his shirt from his shoulders and began to kiss his chest through the dusting of hair and heard him moan with pleasure. 

I climbed over the console , straddled his legs in the seat and began to peel of my very tight jeans as he removed my top and bra. He still had his jeans on but I could feel how very hard for me he was. As he was kissing and licking my tits while I was rubbing my wet pussy against his hard cock through his jeans.

We were both totally oblivious to our surroundings and continued to enjoy each other’s bodies with abandon. I begged him to take off his jeans so I could suck his cock and he obliged very quickly. I took his stiff engorged cock into my mouth and very slowly took in every wonderful inch of him. He bucked in response and I began to caress his balls as I continued to deep throat him. He reached over my back and ass, and finger fucked my pussy. I exploded with a very intense orgasm and could feel him about to come too. He suddenly Pulled me up and impaled me with his cock as I came again and drenched his cock with my juices. 

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better he began to fuck me faster and harder. He started to moan low in his throat and I felt myself erupt with another explosive orgasm as he blew his load deep into my cunt. As we slowed our pace and our breathing I collapsed into him and he slowly rubbed my back. 

I finally lifted my head to look at him and he gave me the most dazzling smile I’ve ever seen. I smiled back at him and we kissed each other very sensually.

I pulled back and finally took a look at our surroundings as did he. We both broke out in laughter as we watched a handful of truck drivers applauding our performance.

We scrambled back into our clothes and perspective seats. I started the car and we drove off into the distance looking for more adventures. 



The Hitchhiker & The Mercedes



It was a hot and dusty summer day and I had been out on the road for several hours trying to get a ride to the next town. My bike had broken down and I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. I knew if I could get to the next town, I could get the part to fix the scooter and be on my way.

There weren't many cars on the road that day and I was wondering if I would ever get a ride, when along comes this white Mercedes. It screeches to a halt and I go to the door, leaning over and looking inside, seeing this beautiful, sexy, lady who almost took my breath away. She said "Do you need a ride?" I couldn't believe it. 

I told her that my bike had broken down and needed to get to the next town to pick up a part. She said..."Jump in, I will take you there!" What luck!! 

I got in and she said, "Hi, my name is Dottie."

I said "Hi Dottie, my name is Bob, where are you going?" She told me that she was going to town to do some shopping, and needed some company! I told her that I appreciated the ride. 

As we rode along, we talked about different things, all the while, I was eyeing her sexy shirt and body inside. Every time she turned to talk to me, she could see that I was looking at her blouse that was unbuttoned all the way down and tied in a knot. I tried to keep her from catching me, but, she knew what I was doing. After a few minutes, she said, "Do you see something you like?" 

I replied in a low voice, "Yes, you have a beautiful body!" She said thank you and we continued on, me sneaking a peek at the tanned globes on her chest, which were becoming more and more visible as she shifted her body more toward my side of the car. She said she had to get gas, so we pulled into a service station. I offered to pump the gas, but, she said for me to just sit tight and she would do it. 

She started the gas pumping, and then I saw her get the window washing squeegie and she moved to the front of the car to do the windshield. Every time she would push the squeegie across the windshield, her blouse would open up and I could see all of her breast. 

She caught me looking several times and just smiled. Then she came around to my side of the car and was doing my side of the windshield when her blouse came undone. There she was, less than two feet from me, blouse open, revealing all her beautiful charms to me. She looked at me and smiled. When she was finished, she retied the blouse, and went inside to pay. I watched her all the way into the station, her cute little ass swaying and looking so sexy. 

In a few minutes she came back to the car, got in, turned toward me and said " I'm sorry that happened, it just came untied and my hands were dirty so I didn't want to touch this white blouse until I wiped my hands off!"

I told her I understood and that I appreciated the show! She laughed and we drove off. I liked her attitude about what had just happened. 

As we drove along, she talked about things that she liked to do. She had always wanted to ride with someone, but, she didn't know anyone that had a bike. I told her I would give her a ride anytime she wanted. She said "Ok... lets get your bike fixed, I want that ride today!!" 

We finally got to the next town, and found a motorcycle shop. They had the part I needed, I paid and we left, headed back down the same road we had just come from. 

When we got back to where I had left the bike, she wanted to know how long it would take me to fix the problem. I said that it would only take a few minutes. She asked if she could help and I said sure! I handed her a screwdriver and told her to take the clamp off the wires. 

As she bent over to unscrew the clamp, her breasts were in full view, and I took advantage of the situation by looking at them. She looked up, caught me looking and just smiled! I said, "Those are beautiful!!" 

She said, "If you give me a ride, I will let you see all of them!!" I couldn't get that damn bike fixed quick enough!!!! 

When we finished, the bike cranked right up and she got excited hearing the pipes roar. I could tell she was excited by the way her face lit up. I said "Ok,,,, lets ride. " 

She wanted to know where could she park her car and I told her to take it to the service station we passed and I would pick her up there.

I followed her to the station and watched her sexy body get out of the car, lock it, and walk over to me. She crawled on and we rode down the highway for a few miles. I asked her if she was ok and she said yes.. she was loving the ride!! I told her I was enjoying it more because I felt proud to have her beautiful body as a backrest!! She laughed and we rode for miles. 

I saw a small turnoff road, so I pulled off the highway and started down this road, not knowing where it would lead us. 

A couple of miles down the road, there was a nice stream running alongside the road. Dottie said "Why don't you pull off here and lets wade in the stream?" 

I parked the bike and we made our way down the bank to this clear running stream. She wanted to wade, but she had jeans on and didn't want to get them wet. 

I said, "Ok, take them off!!!" With that, she undid her belt, unbuttoned the jeans, unzipped them and started pushing them down over her hips, revealing her white see through thong panties. I said "Wow, you have a beautiful body!" 

She said "Thank you, do you want to see all of it?" I told her I didn't know if I could stand it!! 

With that, she untied the blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground, revealing the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen! I was stunned!!

She said,," Do you like?" I couldn't even talk, but managed to mumble that it was wonderful. She said that she was going to wade and she would be back in a minute. 

I sat down on the bank of the stream and watched this beautiful creature wade and frolic in the cool water, getting more and more turned on by the minute.

When she finally came out of the water, she sat down beside me and said, "I want to kiss you!" She didn't have to ask twice. 

I turned toward her, put my arms around her tanned body, pulled her close to me and kissed her lightly on the lips, then slowly moving to her ears, I circled her earlobe with my tongue, occasionally breathing into her ear. Then I moved down her neck to her shoulders, kissing all the way, down to her left breast, circling her nipple and over to her right breast, lightly sucking on her nipple, then back to her mouth. 

I explored her mouth with my tongue while letting my hands roam all over her body, feeling and exploring every inch. I held her breast, bent over and sucked the nipple slowly until it became hard, then moving over to the other one, did the same thing. 

She was breathing very hard now, and I laid her down, continuing kissing and sucking on her breasts, slowly moving down her stomach to her navel, circling it with my tongue, then slowly down to her panties. 

When I got to the band, I let my tongue go under the elastic, I grabbed it with my teeth and slowly pulled the panties down until they were on her thighs. 

Slowly I kissed every inch until I reached her hot, wet pussy. My tongue toyed with her for a minute then slipped slowly inside the fold, letting my teeth lightly brush her clit. Then sucking her clit until it was hard, and letting my tongue slip in and out of her hot wet love. 

I moved between her legs and buried my face in her sweet pussy, sucking and licking and enjoying this beautiful, sexy woman. She told me that she needed to cum and I said go ahead baby, I would try to help her. 

With that, she let loose and I could feel her trembling and breathing harder and harder. I pulled on her clit with my teeth, running my tongue all around until she started to tense up, releasing her juices and coming so intensely that she couldn't talk for a few minutes. 

When she finally gathered her senses, she said, "That was the best kiss she had ever had!!" 

I laughed and told her that I was available for kisses like that all the time! We laid there a few minutes more until a car came along the road, and she scrambled to hide from them. 

After the car passed, I asked her if she was ready to go back to her car. She said, " Not right now!! I have some unfinished business to tend to!!" That's another story!!!