9 comments/ 58540 views/ 9 favorites Hitchhiking By: IzzyAndy A repost to fix the lack of a condom that many people pointed out to me. A massive thank you to the people in the Feedback forum for helping me fix a couple of things in this. * Max Field was not a happy bunny. It was pitch black, fucking freezing and it had just started raining really, really hard. Oh, and he was outside in this. With nothing even vaguely waterproof; not even his bag, unfortunately. There hadn't been any nice people for forever. What Mom had told him about the north of England being friendlier than the South was clearly a lie; or maybe it just didn't apply to skinny blond American hitchhikers who were stupid enough not to pack for British weather. He was really, really cold. His hair would be insane tomorrow. More cars zoomed past. Even their taillights seemed smug. Max contemplated swearing at them. A sleek black BMW slowed to a stop in front of him. Max gaped at it like an idiot. If there was a law of hitchhiking, it was that cars like that never stopped for people like him. The window rolled down with a faint purr and a middle-aged man leaned across from the driver seat. "You want a lift, mate?" "God, please," Max blurted. The man smiled and Max could feel his face going red. "But I'm all ..." He gestured to his "jumped-into-a-swimming-pool-fully-clothed" appearance. The man shrugged. "It's fine. I have a heater." "What's your name?" the man asked Max when Max had settled down in the seat with his sodden carry bag at his feet. "Max, hi, you?" "I'm Douglas, pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "Seriously," Max babbled, "thank you so much! It's completely crazy out there!" Douglas chuckled. "Yeah, it is fairly awful tonight." He ran his hand over his short blond hair, ruffling it upwards - Max could see a lot of grey at the roots and wondered whether it was dyed. They edged out into the traffic. As they began to pick up speed, Max shut his eyes and relaxed. In the warm at last. He could hear Douglas changing through the gears. In his first few car rides (especially the one from London to Cambridge) he had watched with interest the movement of the shift stick - he had never driven one and never really seen anyone else driving one, either. But it seemed like everybody drove with them in Britain, and he was too apathetic from the cold to bother to watch again. As a result, he jumped a mile when the man's hand landed on his leg. "Shit, sorry!" Douglas said. His ears were red. "I missed the gearstick." "No problem," Max assured him. He was sure he'd do the same if he had to cope with one those fiddly things. Automatic was way better. The tiny immoral part of him pointed out that he wasn't averse to good-looking men grabbing his leg, even if there was an age gap and potentially dyed hair involved. "Not used to having someone else in the car." "No family, then?" "No." Douglas looked uncomfortable. Max's immediate thought was a divorce, though maybe his parents had just oversensitised him. "You?" "No kids or anything, nah." Max wanted to add "I have a boyfriend," but if this guy, as nice as he was, turned out to be a homophobe then he'd have to find someone else to give him a lift. And he'd just started to dry off, too. "No girlfriend?" Douglas asked, flicking on his indicator to change lanes and overtake a red Volvo. Max shook his head. His heart rate picked up. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed when Douglas didn't ask about boyfriends. It implied that the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind, which meant he was straight - and it was so wrong that Max automatically equated straight middle-aged man with homophobe but he did. He made a mental note to be careful with what he said. The motorway stretched out in front of them, featureless and hypnotising in its endless sameness. It was starting to get dark. Max rested his head against the window and let the mass of grey blur past. "So why are you travelling to Glasgow?" Douglas asked, jolting him back into reality. "Oh, I'm sorry for waking you - " "It's fine, I wasn't really asleep," Max said, grinning at the man. He smiled back. "Anyway, so, yeah, I'm going to Glasgow to meet up with my b-" shit, "my friend, who's there on business." He prayed Douglas hadn't noticed the slip. There was a long, heart-stopping pause, but then the older man nodded. "You should take a look around the city while you're there. It's quite amazing." "I should," Max agreed. "Thanks." Ten minutes later, and the road in front of them lit up with what looked like hundreds of red brake lights. The car joined the back of a queue that stretched as far into the distance as Max could see, and came to a dead stop. "Fuck's sake!" Douglas thumped the dashboard then shot an apologetic look at Max. "My thoughts exactly," Max muttered. He slid the shoulder strap of his seatbelt off and leaned forwards until his elbows were on the dashboard, then dropped his chin onto his hands. "I hate waiting for things." Douglas grunted in agreement. Time passed by. Max banned himself from clock watching after the eighth time. He got his phone out and ran his thumb over the buttons thoughtfully. He didn't know who to text. Or what to text. Hi, stuck in traffic jam with sexy english gentleman, bored? He could imagine Alan's response to that. For a straight guy, Alan could be a little obsessed with the idea of Max getting some. "Max?" He jumped so badly that he nearly dropped his phone. "Yeah?" "There's a packet of chocolate bars in the back, could you get me one out? Have one yourself if you want." "Ok." Max fully undid his seatbelt and wriggled around so that he could reach the back seats. "Ooh, English chocolate!" "What did you think it was going to be?" Douglas said dryly. Automatically, Max turned around and stuck his tongue out at him. It was something he did without thinking to any of his friends, but Douglas was a virtual stranger, and older, and had that cool British stoicism thing going on and ugh he couldn't believe he'd just done that. "Sorry!" He handed Douglas the chocolate bar, knowing his face was going red. "Don't worry about it," the older man said with a chuckle. They munched on their chocolate in companionable silence for several minutes, when suddenly Douglas asked, "Did you mean to say 'boyfriend' earlier, Max?" Fuck. Max's brain stalled. "Um ... I ... no ..." He could see in his peripheral vision that Douglas was looking at him, but he stared fixedly out of the windscreen, watching the fat raindrops splatter against the glass. "It's ok," Douglas said quietly. "I'm not homophobic. It's fine. I was just curious." Max breathed again. "Thank fuck," he accidentally said out loud. "I thought you'd dump me by the side of the road or something." Douglas chuckled. "No, no. I wouldn't do that. Not when your hair looks like it's just dried off." Max reached up and squeezed a hunk of his hair. Sure enough, it was damp rather than drowned-rat-saturated. He grinned at Douglas who smiled back. "So, you do have a boyfriend?" Douglas asked, turning his head to look at the immovable cars in front of them. "Yeah." Max pulled a face. "Well, on and off." He sighed. "We had an argument just before he left, and we've technically broken up. He's got the worst temper ever." "Did he hit you?" "No!" Max went red when he realised that he had shouted. "No, he would never hit me. But he does hit the walls, and the furniture. It's a good thing he makes a decent salary or he'd be living in a cardboard box, I swear." "What did he break this time?" Douglas asked. His voice was hushed, as though this was a dangerous topic. Max rubbed his face with one hand and sighed again. "Oh, stuff. Mashed his hands up pretty badly and wouldn't let me fix them up. That got me mad so I didn't apologise, and he's got this thing about never saying sorry 'til I do, so ..." He trailed off. Douglas made a disappointed tutting sound. "It doesn't do to put pride before love," he chided. "Yeah, yeah," Max muttered, trying not to be as rude as he suddenly wanted to be. What business was it of his, anyway? What did he know? "Are you gay?" he demanded. Douglas' silence was suddenly stony. "Well, then," Max said sulkily. He felt suddenly guilty, as though he had crossed an unwritten line, and renewed fears of being dumped outside in the cold surged up. A few tensely silent minutes later, the queue began to move. Feeling like the situation needed something over the top, Max whooped and slapped the dashboard. Douglas laughed and reached for the shift stick. He got Max's leg again instead. And this time, he didn't take it away immediately. The palm was hot and all five fingers curved around Max's leg just above the knee in an almost imperceptible squeeze. Just as Max was about to say something, Douglas took his hand off and put it onto the shift stick. Max looked at him; his ears were red and he was frowning. Well, Max thought to himself as the car inched forwards. Well, well, well. So, no matter how Douglas cared to define himself, he had homoerotic impulses which were currently directed at Max. What to do now? If Douglas made another move and Max directly rejected it, he was sure he would be dumped at the next service station. Add to that the fact that right now he felt very little loyalty towards Kai, and that he had been thinking Douglas was attractive since first seeing him through the car window and top it off with the fact that no-one would ever know and suddenly the decision was made for him. God, you're a whore, Max, he told himself. An immoral little slut. "It's ok," he whispered, so quietly that at first he wasn't sure whether or not Douglas had heard. But then he heard Douglas let out a long, shaky sigh and thought that would do it. The queue ground to a halt again. Douglas put the car into neutral, then slid his hand from the gearstick to Max's leg. Again, he squeezed it; gentle at first, but then when Max made no move to stop him, he began to squeeze more firmly. His hand moved up Max's leg. Max was surprised and pleased to feel the warm stirrings of arousal from just that one touch. Neither of them were looking at each other, both staring straight ahead out the window even though it was getting dark enough outside for Max to faintly see his own face reflected back. Douglas' fingers were pressing on Max's inner thigh, mere milimetres away from his denim crotch. Douglas flexed his hand; two knuckles brushed against Max's crotch. Max tried to suppress the moan that wanted to come out, managing to squash it down to a gasp instead. He spread his legs wider, marvelling as he felt his cock already twitching. He wondered if the jeans were tight enough for Douglas to see the beginnings of his hard-on. He heard Douglas catch his breath with a noise very similar to the one he had just made, and guessed that, yes, it was probably visible. "You too?" he asked in a whisper, still staring out of the windscreen. If he concentrated, he could see not only his face, but Douglas' too. "Yes." It was almost a pant; Douglas was clearly much more aroused than Max. Max grinned at the thought. "How long have you been turned on for?" There was a silence and Max hoped he hadn't accidentally said something outrageous. "Since I first touched your leg. More so when you let slip you had a boyfriend." Douglas audibly swallowed. "Does that bother you?" Max laughed. "No," he said truthfully, "it's pretty hot to know I made you feel like that." He wriggled closer to the right side of his seat, trying to get Douglas to move his hand again. "Are you definitely comfortable with this, Max?" Max couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard. Was the guy stupid? He turned his head and looked straight at Douglas, at the older man's not-quite-in-focus eyes and half open, almost panting mouth. "Touch me, Douglas," he demanded. A thrill raced down his spine and straight into his cock at his own audacity, and at the sudden look in Douglas' eyes. The older man's hand cupped Max's bulging cock without any further encouragement, and this time Max allowed the groan to roll from between his lips. "Oh, yeah," he breathed as Douglas began to massage it. He pushed against the older man's hand, wanting as much contact as possible. When that didn't do enough, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. Douglas withdrew his hand, much to Max's intense displeasure. "Are you cer-" Max scoffed loudly and looked at Douglas again, nodding towards the large lump in Douglas' neatly pressed black trousers. "Look, you want to, I want you to, so where's the problem?" Not waiting for Douglas to answer, he hooked his fingers into his belt loops and pulled and wriggled like a mad thing. Stupid damn skinny jeans! Move! Gradually they relinquished their barnacle-grip on his ass and slid down. He gasped out loud as the material dragged over his cock, which, now held only by thin boxers, sprang up eagerly. The jeans got stuck at his thighs. He swore and tugged at them fruitlessly. "Allow me." Douglas leaned over the shiftstick and put one hand on each of Max's legs, just below the knee, gathering up what little slack there was. The side of his face was very close to Max. Mischievously, Max leaned forwards and whispered, "Hi," in his ear as breathily as he could, then nibbled on his earlobe. Douglas let out a tiny, faint groan, the first proper noise he had made so far, and slid Max's jeans down to his ankles. Max moaned as Douglas put his hand back on Max's exposed upper thigh. The heat from his hand on such a sensitive piece of bare skin felt fantastic. He moaned again, louder, and felt his cock stiffen even further. Looking down, he saw that it was actually poking out of the waistband of his boxers. A quick look to the side confirmed that Douglas could see that too; he was staring at it with hungry, glassy eyes and panting like he had just run a mile. "Come on," Max hissed through his teeth. He watched eagerly as Douglas pulled down his boxers, leaving them just above his knees, and then, finally, took hold of Max's naked cock. Max made a noise somewhere between a moan and a shout as Douglas began to jerk him off with long, hard strokes. "Oh, fuck, yeah, that's so fucking good," he gasped. Now that he was finally being satisfied, he looked over to Douglas and was shocked to see that although the man looked to be fully erect inside those usefully loose trousers, he wasn't doing anything about it! "Do you want me to do you too?" he asked, feeling guilty for not thinking about this earlier. Douglas looked shocked, then excited. "I didn't think ... of course ... thank you," he gabbled. Max laughed. Douglas let go of Max's cock and undid his trousers; they were around his ankles in seconds and his boxers followed. Max eyed the new sight with interest before reaching for it; it was smaller but thicker than his own and nestled deep in a mat of dark blond hair. It was strange and exciting to see such a similar colour to his own, he had never been with another blond before. Douglas apparently thought that Max's staring had another motive because he went red and muttered, "I know it's a bit untidy - " "Yeah, because you so could have predicted you were going to trade handjobs with some random hitch-hiker," Max said sarcastically. He looked out the window and scowled. "Cars are moving." Douglas looked too. "Not much." He put the car into gear. The car covered all of two or three metres before grinding to a halt again. Douglas looked at Max with bright eyes, licked his lips and said, "This queue's going to stay for a while, I think." "What a pity," Max joked, and curled his fingers around the root of Douglas' cock. He gasped with pleasure as Douglas took hold of him again and started to pump away. He tried his best to focus on giving Douglas a decent handjob, but he was so turned on that all he could really think about was bucking his hips against Douglas' hand, trying to drive him on. "Faster, please, faster," he begged, and gave a long drawn-out moan when Douglas complied, his hand moving so fast that without the copious amounts of pre-cum Max was leaking, it would have hurt. In return, Max upped the speed of his hand on Douglas' thick cock, and the man made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a gasp. Max adored this stage of arousal; he felt like a piece of clockwork that someone had wound up to breaking point, like all of his internal organs were contracting and twisting in preparation. His head was already beginning to go fuzzy; this was going to be an awesome orgasm. "You're driving," Max said as best as he could between loud moans and gasping for air, "and I'm ... I'm gonna come, Doug. You might wanna ... move your hand." Precum was sticky enough as it was; he didn't wanted Douglas trying to wipe enough cum off his hand to drive. "Bugger, you're right," Douglas panted, sounding irritated. "Ok. Ok, Max, tell me exactly when you're going to come." He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Max's cock, and Max bucked so much that he crushed Douglas' hand against the dashboard. "Now," he gasped, thrusting his hips madly as he drowned in the fantastic sensation, "now, I'm gonna fucking come, oh fuck, Douglas, so fucking good, fucking hell, oh!" Douglas let go. Max reached for himself with both hands, frantically pumping his cock with one hand while the other fondled his balls. He screamed at the top of his voice as his cock began to spasm, and he came so hard that the world greyed out. He blinked back into the world just in time to hear Douglas emit a loud, animalistic sounding grunt. He looked just in time to see Douglas' face contorting as he came. Max managed a weak smile but Douglas was too drained to do anything more than loll his head against the headrest with closed eyes and pant like a dog. By the time the queue began to move again, Douglas had recovered enough to drive. They moved further this time, staying in motion for three or four minutes. Max took the time to clean himself up as best he could with some tissues Douglas found for him in the glove compartment, and couldn't help but watch as Douglas did the same one-handed. At least Douglas only had to clean up his lap. Max had somehow managed to splatter the windscreen in front of him. "I haven't come that hard in months," he admitted with a grin. Douglas snorted and clapped Max companionably on the knee. "Max, mate, I haven't come like that in years!" He seemed so happy that Max couldn't help but grin back. "I didn't even need my hands to finish myself off!" "Did you watch me coming?" Max said archly. Douglas' face went the sort of blank that meant "Yes, but you weren't supposed to know that!" and Max laughed. He reached over and toyed with Douglas' limp cock, gently stroking the shaft and bouncing the balls very softly in his palm. Douglas sighed and seemed to melt in his seat. Max was amazed to feel the tiniest twitch under his lazy fingers. God, what was that, five minutes? "Not bad for an old guy!" he said admiringly. Douglas gave him a mock-stern look. "How old are you, anyway, oh ancient one?" Max teased. "I'm," Douglas hesitated slightly, looking embarrassed, "forty-eight. What about you, little lad?" He smirked at Max's pretended affronted look. "Nineteen, thanks very much." Max gave Douglas' cock a hard squeeze, calculated for both pleasure and pain. It twitched again in response. An idea began to form in Max's mind, and he started to work Douglas' cock more methodically. "I won't be good for another go for another couple of minutes," Douglas said almost apologetically, patting Max's wrist. Max shrugged. "'S'all good." They sat in silence for a moment. "You're very loud," Douglas said with a chuckle. His hand was still resting on Max's wrist. Hitchhiking This is about some young ladies who are softly dominated into exploring their own desires - don't look here for hardcore. Cynthia and Annie are both 19. They were born and raised in rural Maine. Best friends since they were young they always planned to go to college at the same place and it actually worked out. None of the colleges they were interested in were close enough to allow them to live at home. So they decided that since that had to live away from home they might as well explore farther afield. They school they chose was in Washington State. Their parents didn't have a lot of money so they were on a tight budget. Nevertheless Cynthia and Annie were bound and determined to drive across the country in a crappy second hand car donated by Annie's uncle. Annie was a petite blond, 5'2" 110 lbs. with perky B cup tits and an athletic booty she was a tight little package at 34-24-36. Annie was friendly and unassuming but also driven and practical. Cynthia was a buxom red head with long curly hair. Her boobs were DD and she definitely had a more voluptuous booty. At 5'5" her 135 lb frame filled out 38-25-38 with the firmness of youth. Cynthia was also bubbly and outgoing but let Annie lead the way a lot of the time. Before they left they agreed to break up with their boyfriends to be free at college. Annie did just that with her usual efficiency. Cynthia had a hard time letting her boyfriend William down. They hadn't even been together that long but he soon had her convinced the trip was dangerous and that he should accompany them to Washington before they parted ways. Annie was furious, but she let it happen. Her freedom was expected to begin in Washington anyway. The goal was to get there as soon as possible - so what harm if this guy wants to tag along and carry their bags? They were in Ohio when they took a turn off for a hotel. 40 minutes later they hadn't found the hotel and were on a lonely road through the forest towards Kentucky. William was driving. He had been making Annie crazy because he kept grinding the gears on the manual transmission. Now out in the middle of nowhere in the late afternoon he couldn't pull away from a stop sign. The transmission would not engage. Cynthia, Annie and William must have waited at least two hours before another car came along. It was a nice old classic GTO with New York license plates. The driver was named Hector and he was going the same direction as them. Annie walked up to the car as he slowed down. "Eh how you doing babe? Looks like not so good." "No. I think the transmission is shot. It won't engage." "Oh damn that sucks. That car ain't worth the cost of fixing a transmission." Annie sighed, suddenly realizing he was right. In all likelihood it wasn't just a matter of fixing the car, it was a matter of finding another way to Washington. "Um do you think you could help us out. We don't have any cellphone reception." "Let me see." Hector checked his smart phone. "No me neither babe." "Well could you give us a ride." "Aw no can do babe. I already have plans." "What do you mean. Aren't you from New York?" "Ya but I can't be driving no teenagers around, I got plans babe." "Please. I don't know what you mean. We need your help." "Look babe I am cruising across the country trying to get some pussy action. And a hot little slut I know just so happens to live 20 miles from here. I can't be showing up their with you teenagers. This ain't such a bad area. Sit tight and I'll call a tow truck as soon as I get where I'm going." Annie sure didn't like the idea of counting on Hector or waiting for a tow truck. "If you could just get us to the next town with an auto shop." "Shit babe that is way past where I am going. Your asking me to give up some grade A pussy." Annie couldn't believe he was talking to her about pussy that way. And she couldn't believe that she was about to give up hers as incentive. Hector could see the wheels churning in her head and shifted his car back into drive. "No wait." "Ah come on babe, what is it? I told you I will call a tow truck." "What if I offer something to compensate you." "I just want some pussy ok babe." "But..." "How old are you?" "19" "Ok babe, either I am bending you over the trunk of this car or we are done here. What's it gonna be slut? Decide now." "ok, ok" Hector grinned. "Your gonna love it honey. There is a little driveway into the woods just 40 feet back, it looks unused. I am gonna back in there." Annie went to tell Cynthia and William what was going on. When she told them William got very angry. He was a decent sized guy, about 6' and 190 lbs. William went marching over to where Hector had backed his car into the trees. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw hector get out of the car. Hector must have been 6'4" and 240 lbs of man. "What you gonna do buddy? Are you gonna stop me from fucking this slut." Annie walked up and went to Hector. William said nothing, preferring to feign like he was protecting his girlfriend Cynthia. "Ya, that's what I thought. You can stand right there and watch if you want buddy." Then turning to Annie. "Let's go. By the way what is your name babe?" "Annie." "Well Annie I am Hector." Hector led Annie by the arm to the back of the car. "Take off your clothes Annie." "All of them?" "Yes, slut all of them. Move it or I will do it for you." They both stripped out of their clothes. Annie hesitated for a moment when she saw Hector's cock pop out of his pants. It was twice as big as any she had ever seen. It was easily over 10. "Quite a sight ain't it babe. I told you, your gonna like this." Hector's big dick pushed into Annie's belly as he cupped her tits in his big hands. She intended to be non-partcipating, but found herself instinctively grabbing his cock. "That's it babe. You like that big cock don't you. That is the sign of a good slut when she knows to pull on cock without being told." He released one tit and pulled her face up to his. She barely kissed back but she couldn't pull away. Abruptly Hector turned Annie around and pushed her face down onto the trunk of his car. Hector's big strong hand went immediately to her exposed pussy, pushing up and in against her cunt lips which he found to be wet already. "That's it honey." Hector squat behind her, wrapped his big hands around both thighs. He lifted her up and towards him so that just the tips of her toes were on the ground and buried his face in her ass. Annie wasn't inexperienced but she had never had her ass licked before. It felt so good. She let out a whimper and a moan as his tongue traced the length of her firm young ass. Hector devoured her ass and pussy until he could taste her fuck juices flowing. She felt guilty for enjoying his tongue and made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle away. Hector held her in place easily. "Mmmmmmm, now that is a tasty pussy. Careful now girl. I ain't no rapist. So if you really want to get away I'll let you go. And you can wait for a ride from someone else. Is that want you want slut" Annie winced at being called a slut. Why did he have to make it so filthy. But she also stopped squirming. Annie was irritated with herself for answering to the name "slut" for the third time now. Then Hector set her back on her feet and stood up. He smacked her ass and smiled at Cynthia and William as he lifted Annie up by her hips and guided the head off his cock towards her pussy. Hector rubbed his big dick back and forth across her labia until he felt her wet cunt lips spread around him. "Do you want me to fuck you Annie? You can tell me babe. Whether you say yes or no I am still going to fuck you." Annie hesitated and Hector just kept his cock still the the entrance to her pussy. "Yes." whispered Annie honestly but pretending she just wanted it to be over. And Hector immediately started easing his fat cock into her Annie instinctively tried to clamber away as his fat cock invaded her. At first it was just stretching her pussy but with each stroke he went deeper and he was soon into unexplored depths. When he was half way in Annie was taking great gasps of air with each thrust. And each successive expulsion of air from her lungs sounded more and more like the moans of a woman who was enjoying being fucked. When Hector's big balls were finally slapping into Annie on each stroke of his powerful cock she started to get numb in her extremities. First her knees gave way, but Hector's powerful hands held her up like a rag doll. Then her arms started to go soft and tingly and she couldn't control the way her upper body bounced around on the trunk of his car while he pounded her. She knew she must look trashy and she knew Cynthia and William could see her. But she was powerless to stop it now. He was too big and strong.....and she wasn't so sure she wanted him to stop. Then she felt the sexual electricity starting deep in her stomach and transmitting down the length of his huge dick to her swollen labia. And when her pussy was engulfed in tingling numbness she felt her pelvis buck, heard Hector's dick pop out of her stuffed pussy and felt a torrent of her juices pour down her legs. Hector squat behind her again and licked the flood of fuck juice from her sloppy cunt. He devoured her like an animal....the way no boy had ever done for her before. And when he had his fill he stood up and eased his fat dick back into her tender pussylike he owned it. Two more times Hector brought Annie to a squirting orgasm. And when he was finally ready to cum he put her on her knees and put his cock in front of her face. Without hesitation Annie took him into her mouth. A moment later she tasted cum for the first time in her life and gobbled down every drop. Annie didn't need to be told to clean his dick off. She did it naturally and that made Hector smile. When they were done Hector picked her up and put her in the passenger seat of his car. Then he picked her clothes up off of the ground and set them next to her. Cynthia and William had more or less stood and watched while Hector took Annie's sex. Hector, Cynthia and William got their stuff and put it in his trunk and headed on their way. Few words were said. It was a warm night so Annie could sit there naked in comfort. William thought she was traumatized. Cynthia knew better. Cynthia knew Annie had enjoyed getting fucked like that. And they were both trying to process it. As they came in to the town Annie put her clothes back on. Hector dropped them off at a small motel and they confirmed with the owner that the auto shop was a few blocks away. Hector set out to leave and Annie stopped him. "Where are you going?" "I still have time to catch up with that hot little honey I was planning on visiting." "Oh, are you coming back this way?" "Ya, I will probably be driving back through here sometime tomorrow afternoon." "I'm guessing we will still be here. Will you come check on us here or at the auto shop. I have a feeling we will be needing your help again." Hector paused. "I am sure you will get where you are going. But if you and red over there..." He looked over at Cynthia "...wanna share that pussy I might be able to help you out. See you tomorrow. Maybe." The next morning they went to talk to the mechanic. "Well from what you described it doesn't sound to good. Just getting down there and bring back the car will cost $250. Best case is a broken linkage. But they way the transmission deteriorated doesn't sound like - a broken linkage would have a sudden change. Sounds like a clutch replacement or worse." "What will that cost." "Hard to know. But with the tow I am guessing $1,000 - $2,000. If you get real lucky maybe $600." The car was worth about $8. Even if the cost was $600 it was questionable whether it was worth fixing it, knowing it would probably breakdown again. They were better off to take the bus. When they went back to the hotel Annie went for a walk with Cynthia. William was pestering to come along. "Hey I am in this too." "Fuck off William." said Annie "You are in this but you are not much help. This is our trip. Why don't you go check the bus situation. And plan on two tickets to Washington and one back to Maine for yourself." Cynthia said nothing. And the two girls walked away. "That was kind of harsh." "Yes I know. I am sorry. There was nothing he could have done up until now. I am just irritated with him tagging along. And now our travel arrangements have changed. Listen, I don't think it makes sense to fix the car and I don't want to ride in another jalopy. So we can take the bus or we can try to talk Hector into a ride." "Annie he isn't taking us any further, not without sex." "Yes I know." They both walked in silence for a while. "Cynthia, it isn't just me he wants." Cynthia was only partly surprised but her body shuddered at Annie's words. "You liked it didn't you Annie." "Well I guess it was ok. I mean he is no gentleman. But ultimately he didn't force me. I chose to do it....er I mean let him do it." "I don't know Annie." "I know Cynthia. But I am going to keep my eye out for Hector. And I am going to offer myself to him in return for the ride and hope it takes me up on the offer...er I mean gives us a ride. Either way I want to part ways with William. He is a nice guy, but its enough already Cynthia." "I know. I know. Sorry for letting him come along..........um" "What." "Well from where I was standing, it looked like Hector had a huge cock. Is it true." Annie was suddenly struck by the realization that Cynthia and William had watched her get fucked on the trunk of Hector's car. "Yes it was huge." "Did it hurt." "Not really he took his time until I got used to it." "I could tell you liked it." "What?!" "Annie you moaned the whole time. He must have fucked you for 20 minutes and you left a puddle by the trunk of Hector's car. I didn't know it was possible to squirt like that." Annie didn't respond. She felt as exposed as if she were naked on a bed with her legs open. Annie had been struggling to come to grips with what had happened the night before. And now it turned out her body had betrayed her. Two people she was taking high school exams with not long ago just saw her get ravaged by a strange man. And they knew of her enjoyment before she had even accepted it herself. They went back to the motel. Waited for news of bus options. Waited for Hector. Waited for clarity. Standing in the doorway looking for a 69 GTO to drive by Annie was finally rewarded. Hector pulled in and smiled at Annie. And Annie offered to let Hector have her pussy in exchange for a ride to Washington State. "Babe I was planning on heading more south. Washington State is a long way to go. If I am going to go that far out of my way I want more than just your pussy Annie.....as fine as that pussy is babe. Naw if I am gonna do all that I want both you girls. And you are gonna give me whatever I want." Cynthia came out of the motel room. "Hector.....um.....could we try it out here first." "Try what out red?" "Sex." "Well damn babe now we are talking." Hector got out of his car and walked past Annie towards Cynthia. She turned around to walk ahead of him into the room. He caught up with her and slapped her ass....like he owned her already....as they walked through the door. Annie wasn't sure what to do. She slid in behind them, closed the door and sat in a chair in the corner. Cynthia wanted to tell her to leave, but remembered how she had stood there open mouthed but riveted when Hector had fucked her. "Take off your clothes Cynthia." "Can we just start with a blow job." "Sure babe you can start by sucking my dick....but do it with your clothes off slut." Cynthia self-consciously stripped herself down answering for the first time to being called "slut". Watching her, Annie noticed how awkward her movements were and realized hers had been the same. She would remember to be sexier. By the time Cynthia was naked, Hector had undressed and been standing there nude with the biggest cock she had ever seen. His dick was hard and straight and pointed right at her. Cynthia got on her knees and tentatively reached for his cock. Hector stepped a few inches closer and forced his big purple cock head to her lips. "This ain't no hand job slut. Suck that cock honey." Cynthia opened her mouth, answering to the name slut for a second time. Initially she had been worried about him putting it to deep, but now it even seemed like the girth was too big to fit in her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to accept his cock. Hector didn't want to gag her but he was getting impatient. He slid himself part way into her mouth. And she still had both hands on his dick for fear of him pounding her throat. "Easy babe. I ain't gonna come in at ramming speed. But you gotta relax or this ain't gonna be no fun for either of us." He pulled her hands off of his cock and gently rocked back and forth. He grabbed a handful of her hair. But when he felt his cock stroke the back of her throat he eased back. Fucking her mouth he knew just how far he could go without hurting her. "That's it babe. Once you get used to it you will be able open your throat and take all of this big cock. But I ain't gonna make that happen all at once. That'll be somewhere around Montana, but I think Little Annie over there is gonna master it by the Dakotas." Hector smiled at Annie, while Cynthia relaxed into sucking his fat cock. She was just hitting her stride when William came in. Without thinking William lunged across the room at Hector. As he got there he was met with the back of Hector's hand. The slap was so hard that William reeled across the room and ended up in a heap on the floor. Cynthia never broke her stride. She was now devouring his cock with gusto. Hector looked at William with irritation. "Listen Billy, this slut is busy right now. You can talk to her when she is done. In the meantime why don't you just sit there and watch me fuck your girlfriend." For a young woman who was so tentative a minute ago Cynthia was doing a wonderful job. The absence of choice had freed her to do as she was told and enjoy it. Ready to fuck, Hector pulled her to her feet and put her face down on the bed. Then he slapped her ass and told her to lift it so he could fuck her. "Mmmmm, that is nice. Now arch you back honey. Good girl. Now spread your legs slut." For the third time Cynthia responded to being called slut and spread her legs at his command. Hector pushed his big hand between her legs, cupped her pussy and gave it just a slight squeeze before he slipped two fingers into her. Cynthia was wet and his fingers slid in easily. Hector pulled them back out and licked them. He treated her the way no boy would ever get away with and she took it. She didn't just lay there and take it. She obeyed his every command without hesitation. "Mmmmm. Ya I would say you are just about ready for some dick in that pussy. Ain't that right Cynthia?" Like he had done with Annie he placed his big hard cock head against her wet pussy lips. Both his hands were on her hips holding her in place as he ran the length of his dick along the outside of her pussy. Cynthia felt her lips part and wrap around the curve of his cock - they were hungry for his cock to come inside. She realized he was waiting for her answer. "Yes." "Yes, what babe." "Yes my pussy is ready to be fucked." She gasped with surprise at how wide he opened her just to get his cock head past her pussy lips. And he was barely inside her when she felt the fullness of his cock press against her g-spot. Hitchhiking Cynthia was not a virgin, but no boy who had ever fucked her was able to consistently find her sensitive spots. Hector knew where they were and his big cock seemed to stroke them all at once. Hector knowingly teased her g-spot with the ledge of his cock head. Only a few inches into her he soon had her gasping with each stroke. Every few strokes he pulled his dick out just enough to tease her clit, slapping it gently with the shaft of his big dick. And each time he pulled it out or put it back in her wet stuffed pussy made a slurping noise followed by a low moan of pleasure from Cynthia. At first she had instinctively pulled away from his thick dick. But Hector had not let her, controlling her whole body with his powerful hands on her hips pulling her wet fuck box onto his dick. She soon stopped resisting and trusted him not to hurt her. When his cock was half way in her it was as deep as she had ever had a dick inside her and twice as wide. She felt her pussy being stretched and her toes curled while her hands grasped randomly at the covers. She tried to push herself up on her hands. But the angle was right for full entry with her face down. Hector gently pushed down on her upper back as he eased his cock further and further now into the deeps of her fuck tunnel where no dick had ever gone, stretching her wide. Like Annie the night before Cynthia was soon shuddering with pleasure. It was a feeling she had never had before. She wasn't sure if pleasure she had experienced in the past counted as an orgasm but it was nothing like this. Her extremities went tingly numb as her knees buckled. She couldn't tell if she was being held up by Hectors powerful arms or the big dick that was buried deep in her pussy. With each stroke of his powerful cock that wonderful sensation creeped up her thighs to its epicentre at the entrance to her pussy. Cynthia's stretched pussy lips tingled. Hector pulled back enough to tease her g-spot again with his cock head and her wave of pleasure spread up to her g-spot and around his throbbing fuck tool. Then as he plunged all the way back into her it was like he carried her pleasure all the way to her womb on the end of his magnificent cock. And when she was filled with that stroke of his dick Cynthia felt her juices move. Hector held her tight while he pulled his cock out of her with a sloppy pop. She felt it swing free and felt him rest it on the crack of her full ass while her fluids squirted out of her pussy and ran down the inside of her milky thighs. Just like Annie her body betrayed her. She had lost the ability to hold herself up, hanging there like a rag doll in his powerful hands while waves of pleasure engulfed her. For a man who could do this for her she would submit to being his fuck meat no matter what he asked. Hector kept Cynthia in that state of pleasure for what seemed like forever. Feeding her with cock until she could hold back no longer then pulling out as she squirted with pleasure on the floor of their cheap motel. When he was finally ready to cum, he rolled her onto her back. As he approached her with his twitching hard dick pointed at her she instinctively opened her legs wide. But Hector mounted her torso and slipped his fat dick between her big tits. She held them so he could tit fuck her, unconsciously leaving her legs spread, showing her wet, stretched, freshly fucked pussy to Annie and William. When Hector shot his load he aimed it at her waiting mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, gobbling and slurping. But her face and tits still ended up soaked in cum. Hector stayed there on his knees with his half flaccid dick hanging down and cock head in Cynthia's mouth. She suckled the last bits of cum from him. William could sHector's dick spent and hanging between his legs. Even without the head visible (it was still in Cynthia's mouth)it was bigger than he was fully hard. He had resisted when Cynthia broke up with him back in Maine. Now she was truly done with him. When Cynthia and Hector were done he climbed off of her. He went to the bathroom and she lay there legs spread and covered in cum looking satisfied. Sexually awakened she made no effort to hide herself from Annie or William. Eventually she got up and cleaned herself off in the bathroom. She was still naked when she told William to leave so she and Annie could talk to Hector. "Thank you Hector." "Yes thank you Hector." Hector's two sluts were thanking him for fucking them. They were submitting to his will nicely. When training a new slut he always made sure to take it slow. Make sure they enjoy every step. Stretch it out so that there are as many steps as possible and each new shock is a titillating surprise. Earn their trust so that they want to be with him. And make it clear that he will accept nothing but complete obedience. The girls knew that if they were not completely compliant he would simply drive away. Without debate the girls agreed to do whatever he asked if he would drive them to Washington State. Each was freed from the need to assess their actions. There was only Hector and his commands. "You girls never should have let William come along. Even if he insisted, he doesn't deserve this beat down. Before we take him to the bus station, you two sluts are going to fuck his brains out." Annie, who didn't really like William thought about protesting. But she knew it would do no good. She would do as she was told. "Now take off your clothes Annie. I am going to go talk to William. Then I will run a few errands while you get busy. Don't rush it. I will be gone for a couple hours and I want him to enjoy every minute." He was whoring them out according to his instruction and they were complying willingly. This was a good sign thought Hector. William was outside leaning on Hector's car. "I am sorry I hit you Billy. I wasn't trying to hurt you or humiliate you. But you just can't come running up on a man when he has his dick in a slut's mouth." William looked at him uncomfortably. "You don't like it when I call her a slut do you. Listen Billy you are in over your head here. The way I understand it you two were only dating for a while and she broke up with you before you guys left home." William nodded his head sheepishly. "Listen dude I get it. You were chasing the pussy. That's cool. But you gotta drop the idea that I scooped your girl or she jerked you around. The fact is she never was yours. You don't owe her anything and she don't owe you anything either Billy. Now I am gonna take these two sluts across the country and you are going home on the bus. But I have a parting gift for you." "What is that?" said William feeling defeated. "While I go get ready for the trip, Annie and Cynthia are gonna fuck your brains out. Now get in there and enjoy yourself." William fucked Annie first. Or more specifically he had her suck his cock first. They were sluts thought William. Just a couple hours ago they were behaving like typical teenage girls towards a boy they didn't like. Now they were sucking on his dick like whores, being pleasant and enjoying it. Maybe they were just acting because Hector told them too. Or maybe he had liberated their sexuality and they were ready to enjoy every cock they sucked. He chose to believe the latter. When Hector returned both girls were naked and chatting with William. Hector thought for a moment about bring Billy along but knew he wasn't ready to see the girls getting pummelled with cock for the next week. Each girl gave William a genuine deep kiss before he left. Hector left a bag of new clothes, food and alcohol in the room while he took William to the bus station. He pointed to one bag in specific. "That is what you girls will be wearing today." When he got back each girl was wearing a tight top, mini skirt and 4" heels. His new sluts were giggling in anticipation of their trip when he got back - dressed as instructed. He had already paid the motel. Hector quickly packed the luggage into the car. The two girls clicked clicked out to the car in their new outfits. "Don't worry girls you won't be seeing a lot of people today. We will go back roads for a while. I hope you have some time because we ain't gonna be in no rush. I expect it will take at least a week. You girls have a lot to learn between here and there." Both girls squeezed into the front seat next to Hector and eagerly awaited hisinstructions. HitchHiking I was driving through Queensland on my way to the Gold Coast. Baxter lay four or five miles behind me when I came to a crossroad. My way lay straight ahead and I had right-of-way so normally I'd have breezed straight through the crossroad without bothering to stop. Today, I stopped. The reason I stopped was the young lady by the side of the road, hitch-hiking. She couldn't have been a day over twenty from what I could see. She was dressed in short white hiking shorts and an abbreviated top. Terrific to look at, and suited her figure superbly, if not the wisest outfit to wear while hitching a ride. I pulled up alongside and she ran over to the window. "Evening," I said smiling. "I'm heading up to the Gold Coast. If you want a lift, hop in." "I'm not going quite that far," she said, returning my smile. "Just a few miles down the road. If I walked I'd still be out after dark, so I'd appreciate the lift." She piled in, tossing her backpack onto the back seat, and I drove off. She talked as we drove along. Her name was Naomi, she was eighteen, and on her way to stay with friends. Now from where I picked her up there was quite a distance to the next town. Something around fifty miles or so. Between here and there was forest with the road cutting a line dead straight through it. I had noticed in the past that there were a few side tracks leading away from the main road, but they were mainly driveways for a couple of houses out in the bush. My assumption was that Naomi would want to be dropped off at one of these little side tracks and I was hoping she'd give me ample warning. Generally you didn't even see the tracks until you were passing them. We'd been travelling for about fifteen minutes, which gave the lie to her few miles, when I topped a hill. This particular part of the drive I always tended to put my foot down a little. We were on one side of a very large valley, driving across it, down one side and up the other. You could see the far side from where we were and you could also see the trees rolling off into the distance on either side of us. From our height I would estimate you could see from ten to fifteen miles ahead of us, with nary a dwelling in site. Naomi seemed a little agitated. "Ah, just how far is it to Baxter from here?" she asked. At the top of the hill there was a lay-by area. I also know that there weren't any more until you reached the top of the hill on the far side. Who wants to climb those hills from a standing start? Build up your speed going down and that would take you up the other side effortlessly. I pulled into the lay-by and turned to face Naomi? "Baxter?" I asked. "You're on your way to Baxter?" She nodded, looking worried. She knew something was wrong. Maybe she was starting to doubt her wisdom in getting into a car with a young man driving it. About time she considered that. She'd acted in a rather silly manner. "It's a pity you didn't mention that when you got in the car," I told her. "I'd have told you then and there that Baxter was about four or five miles away, in the opposite direction. You were hitching away from Baxter." "What?" she said with a squeal. "You're kidding." "You're not kidding," she added, seeing the look on my face. "Oh my gosh, it'll take me ages to get back there. You'll have to turn around." I laughed at that. She had made a mistake so I'd have to turn around. I didn't think so. "Sorry, love," I said. "You have two options. You can hop out here and start hitching a ride in the other direction or you can stay in the car until the next town and try to get a lift from there back to Baxter." She looked around at the miles and miles of trees and gave a delicate little shudder. "There's no way I can get out and hitch hike from here," she said. "How far is it to the next town?" "About twenty five miles, maybe thirty. This is a rather long and lonely stretch I'm afraid." "How far?" she asked. "I can't go that far. I have to go to Baxter." "Well, they're your choices," I said. "If I were you I'd stay in the car until the next town. Probably be safer." "Why can't you turn around and take me back to Baxter?" "Because I don't want to. I don't mind giving you a lift, but turning back will mean I have a half hour drive to Baxter and another half hour just to get back to where I am now. I can use that hour to be a good fifty plus miles further down the road." "I can pay you for your petrol," she said, although I could hear the reluctance to do so. Tight budget I guessed. "Not an issue," I said. "I just don't want the hassle of having to backtrack for a half hour, especially when the mistake was not mine. Shall we get moving?" "Wait, wait, wait," she said with a squeak, flapping her hands, not wanting me to go yet, obviously. "Is there any place to drop me before the next town?" I looked pointedly at the long stretch of road surrounded by trees. She already knew what lay behind us. "Sorry, girl, but it looks like you're stuck for a while. As Confucius said, relax and enjoy the ride." "If I remember correctly, and I do, Confucius was talking about rape. And that's what this feels like. Taking me somewhere against my will." "You can always hop out and hitch a ride the other way. You could be lucky. There again, seeing as how you mentioned rape, you can always take your panties off and offer me a decent bribe." She turned a few different shades of colour, red from embarrassment, I think, followed by a nice pale colour as the shock of the suggestion hit her, and then red again, from temper. "Are you threatening to rape me?" she asked, her voice ice cold. "Certainly not," I protested. "You mentioned rape, not me. I just mentioned you taking off your panties and offering to bribe me. I'm very susceptible to some types of bribes. A sad character failing, I know." "But I don't want to have sex with you." "Well that makes us even. I don't want to drive for an hour to just finish up where I am right now." "You don't understand. I just don't do that sort of thing." A virgin? Probably. She was definitely naïve enough to be one. "Why not? No, don't tell me. That's your own affair. However, if you care to start, I don't mind helping you out." She spluttered a bit, not knowing what to say, but feeling that she should be saying something. I decided to help her out. "I'll demonstrate something to you. Would you agree that I'm not likely to try to ravish you on the front seat, what with the steering wheel and hand-brake and all the controls on the seat divider?" She nodded, looking at me warily. "Then you'll have no need to panic. Just stop for a moment and tell me what this feels like." I reached over and stroked the inside of her leg, my hand running up and bumping into her mound. She squeaked slightly and rose in the seat a little, trying to back away from my hand. That only gave me easier access and my hand settled neatly over her mound, cupping it. "Take your hand off me," she said, practically hissing the words. "In a minute," I told her. "First, stop hyperventilating and consider what it feels like to have my hand touching you like that. Is it hurting?" "Yes," she snapped. I just looked at her, waiting. She recovered quite quickly, her panic dying away. She was still pushing at my hand but not with the same frantic urgency. "All right. No. It doesn't hurt," she said. "Now will you please move it?" "Ah, I assume that you mean you want me to take it away rather than just move it," I said and she blushed, probably wondering what it would feel like if I did start to move it. She didn't have to say anything as I was already removing my hand. All the way up to her breast, which I squeezed slightly. "Do you mind," she asked, sounding shocked. "No," I said, continuing to softly palpitate her breast. "Do you?" "Yes," she said firmly, but she wasn't actually pulling my hands away. "The point I'm trying to make is that it doesn't hurt, does it?" She bit her lip but shook her head. "I'll make a deal with you. We'll move into the back seat and I will remove your clothes and pet you. I won't rape you but I will be trying to seduce you. I expect you to give it a fair go. You won't have to have sex but you will have to submit to a bit of touching." "When you say remove my clothes. . ." "You will be naked. This will not, however commit you to anything. If you feel a panic attack coming on we can always stop for a while. When you feel that I've gone too far then you can call a halt. To make you feel a little safe I'll keep my clothes on, although I won't object if you insist that they come off. Ah, I'd like to point out that if I had rape in mind I wouldn't need to talk you into a petting session. I'd just jump you, and I haven't done that." I could see her weighing it all up in her mind. Get out and hitch back and she may find herself in trouble, because it was a lonely spot. Go on to the next town with me and she'd be lucky to get to Baxter that night. Let me pet her and she'd get her lift to Baxter, hopefully with her virtue intact. She came down on the side of risking her virtue. It didn't really surprise me. She had too much sense to hitchhike in such a lonely spot, and she was figuring she could cheat me in the petting department. She probably would, too, but I'd at least have the fun of getting her naked. It wasn't as though I was really in a hurry. I got out of the car and walked around to her side. I opened the door and she got out, moving towards the back door. "Hold it a moment." She turned and looked at me. "It will be a lot easier for me to take your clothes off outside the car," I pointed out, moving closer to her. "But. . ." she said, blushing, looking around. "But what? I know it's out in the open but who's going to see?" While talking I'd reached for the button on her shorts and flicked it open. Now I was sliding down her zip and going down on one knee in front of her. Hands either side of her I started easing her shorts down while she looked down at me, face burning. When the shorts were down she obediently stepped out of them. I reached for her panties. She jerked her head erect, cheeks still flushed, refusing to look at her panties coming down. Again she lifted her feet and her panties were off. She was clean shaven, something I'd always liked. It let your fingers run smoothly over a woman's mons and onto her mound, a seemingly natural progression. Instead of standing back up I put a hand on her bottom to hold her steady and leaned forward to kiss her mons. She gave a stifled scream and I looked up at her. "What? Hasn't your boyfriend at least kissed you there?" I asked and she shook her head. "Remiss of him," I said, shaking my head. To make up for it I leaned forward and kissed her mons again. Standing, I started lifting her top. She lifted her arms and I lifted the top up and over her head. Her bra was a frilly little piece of lace, purely decorative in purpose. I unclipped it and drew it down her arms and her breasts stayed precisely where they were, proudly supporting themselves, and they had every right to be proud. They were magnificent. I rewarded them both with a kiss, right on the tips of her nipples which, for some reason, were already erect. I stepped back. She went to cover herself with her hands, so I stepped forward again, capturing them. I stepped back again, this time moving her arms out wide, and blatantly admired her nudity. She was blushing and not looking directly at me, but neither was she trying to twist to one side to prevent me seeing her. "Ah, can we get in the car now," she asked, but I shook my head. "Not just yet," I said, backing her against the car. "But someone may come past. They'll see me." "No, they won't. The car's between you and the road. All they'll see is me kissing a girl." I promptly suited actions to words, leaning forward to kiss her. She stiffened slightly, not responding, but when I didn't try to force the pace she relaxed, accepting the kiss. She tensed up again when my hands took hold of her breasts, caressing them. I still wasn't rushing her to anything. I just gently caressed her breasts, letting her nipples rub against my palms, and she slowly relaxed, letting herself feel what I was doing. I moved my mouth away from hers, trailing it down across her jaw and along her neck to her shoulder. I bit her there, very lightly, and she found it was a very short distance from her shoulder to her breasts and I was kissing her breasts, lightly sucking on her nipples. She gasped a little while my mouth teased her breasts, and gave a small cry when my wandering hand moved across her mons and settled on her pussy. She squirmed about a little, trying to bring her legs closer together. I relaxed and moved back a little. "No fair," I said, touching a toe to her ankles. "That's stopping me from touching you. I think a small penalty is called for." "Penalty?" she said in an accusing voice. "You didn't say anything about penalties." "Just a small one," I assured her. "Something to take your mind off what I'm doing, letting you concentrate on what you're doing." With my mouth on her breast and one hand on her mound, my other hand had been free. I'd unzipped and brought my friend out of his cage, wanting to join in the action. Not right out. I'd just pushed my underpants down as far as I could, leaving the monster loose inside my trousers. I took her hand and pressed it against my groin. "Seek, and ye shall find," I said softly, and kissed her again to stop any protest. She didn't move her hand away. She just held it there, feeling my erection behind the cloth, her hand tentatively moving along it. I went back to my own tasks, nibbling nipples, biting breasts, and playing with pussy. She was no longer trying to draw her legs together and my hand travelled between them, finding soft feminine flesh that relished my touch. She gave a gasp when I started massaging her down below, rubbing her lips, drawing them apart and tracing a line along the inside of them, very lightly scratching them, sending a message deeper. Her hand finally moved, slipping in my open fly and closing over my erection. She gave a gentle tug and brought it out into the light. I took my mouth off her breasts and glanced up at her. She wasn't looking at me, but she was most certainly looking at that part of me she'd captured. Her hand was examining it in loving detail. I kissed her again, harder this time, our tongues tasting each other. I was easing her lips apart, slipping a couple of fingers between then, probing deeper. Definitely a virgin. Still, it would be wrong to let a little thing like pain stop me. Especially when it wouldn't be my pain. She was fully aroused. Her pussy was swollen, her labia as well, her inner lips puffy and pouting, wanting attention. Her passage was wet and waiting. I extracted my erection from her grasp, slipping it between her legs, rubbing it back and forth along her slit. She was breathing harder and squirming a little, but not protesting. The protest came when I moved her lips apart and the tip of my erection trespassed. "Wait," she squeaked. "What are you doing? You said I didn't have to have sex." "And neither you are," I said. "It's just the head of my cock inside you. Your lips seem to be holding it comfortably in place. Just relax. If you think I'm pushing too hard just tell me to stop and I will." I didn't try to push further in. Or not much, anyway. As soon as I knew that my head was pressing lightly against her hymen I stayed still, letting her get used to the feel of me. The lack of movement in the cock area was made up for by some increased finger movement. A couple of fingers were probing along inside her slit, rubbing her and making their presence known. They were also making her clit very conscious of them. The closer my fingers moved to her clit the more Naomi started to squirm. It was a tragedy, what happened next. My fingers apparently brushed too close to her clit, galvanising it into awareness. Naomi shrieked and jerked at the sudden rush of sensation, shrieked a second time as she accidentally pushed herself onto my cock, and then a third time as her clitoris reacted to another close brush of my fingers. Poor girl didn't know what had happened. There'd been a rush of pleasure, followed by a stab of pain, followed by another rush of pleasure. Her eyes were open wide and she was looking somewhat shocked. She looked even more shocked when I gently berated her. "Damn it, Naomi," I grumbled, "I thought you said you weren't going to have sex? Pushing yourself onto me like that could have hurt you. You really should have been more careful. Think of how I'd feel if you'd hurt yourself." "But, I didn't, I mean, I'm sorry. It was an accident. I never intended to. Oh my gosh. I can feel you inside me." "Well what did you expect, pushing yourself on me that way? Yes, I'm inside you." And gently pushing myself deeper all the time, while she continued to work out what happened. She finally did. "Oh my gosh," she said again. "I pushed myself onto your cock, didn't I?" "You did," I agreed, very close to being fully in her. "It's your fault," she stated. "It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't put the tip in." "Oh my gosh," she squealed, finally catching on to the current state of affairs. "You didn't stop. You kept on pushing it in. I can feel it. It's right inside me." "I thought you wanted me to," I explained. "No. No. It was an accident. You'll have to take it out." "Ah, why?" I asked. "You can't do anything about it now. Your, ah, cherry, has been popped. You've paid the price. You might as well have the fun. How does it actually feel?" To give her a chance to decide I started moving in her, pulling back and sliding in again. Not quickly, but firmly, letting her feel my cock rasping against her passage. She was breathing quickly once again. "Um, ah, we shouldn't be doing this. I, ah, I think you should stop." "I wasn't asking what you think. I was asking you how it felt. As for only thinking I should stop, does that mean you're not sure?" "Ah, I'm sure, I think," she said, sounding a little rattled. "Um, it's hard to concentrate with that thing doing what it's doing." "I'll tell you what," I said agreeably. "I'll just continue doing this while you think about it. While you're making up your mind, why don't you move with me? Once we're moving together you may be able to relax a little more." And maybe she wouldn't. My hands were on her bottom, helping to draw her onto me when I pushed forward, setting up the basis for the rhythm of her movements. She caught on quickly enough and we settled into a nice easy rhythm. With ass duty no longer required I moved my hands up to her breasts. One must keep ones hands busy, you know. Naomi's eyes looked a little glazed. I don't know exactly what she was thinking, but I'm quite sure it wasn't about stopping. Her mouth was slightly open and gasping little sounds were emerging. Her eyes closed and she seemed to just drift away, riding my cock to wonderland. Me, I was going along in fine style, thoroughly enjoying both Naomi and her reactions. Time was passing, however, and I could hear an urgency developing in the little, "Ah, ah, ah," sounds she was making. I picked up the pace, pleased to see that Naomi adjusted herself to the change with no problems. Too much time was passing. I wasn't going to hold out for much longer. I started drilling home harder, ready to wind things up with a bang. I was also determined that Naomi would go out with a climax, even if I had to cheat a little. I was breathing hard when I slid my hand down next to her slit. I was going to climax very shortly and, when I did, I was going to flick her clitoris and send her over the edge. I hoped. HitchHiking I was hitting hard, ready to go, when Naomi screamed and climaxed, her passage clamping down on me. That was all I needed to set me off and I let her have the lot, spraying her most enthusiastically. Naomi just leaned back against the car, breathing hard. I did likewise. "OK," I gasped. "You win. I'll run you back to Baxter." She didn't say anything, just nodding. But she was looking awfully smug. I saw a car approaching, running down the far hill. I have good eyesight. I can recognise a police special road car at quite a distance. They're so brightly painted that a blind man could spot them. "You might like to get dressed," I murmured to Naomi. "What's the hurry?" "Well, a police-car is on its way and like all good coppers, they will stop and see if we need assistance. Do you really want them to find you dressed like that?" She squealed and dived for her clothes. I opened the glove-box and pulled out some tissues. "You may want to wipe yourself down a little," I murmured and she grabbed them. I leant against the car, listening to the rustle of clothing and some very polite swearing. First time I ever heard anyone swear without using curse-words. "Actually, the cops may be a stroke of luck for you. If we tell them you overshot your target they may give you a lift to Baxter." "What, tell them I'm the sort of idiot who hitch-hikes in the wrong direction? In your dreams. You owe me and you're taking me." "Look at the down side of me taking you. It's a half hour drive. That will give my libido time to recover. I might fall on you and ravish you before you actually get to Baxter." "I'll risk it," she said. "You're the nominated driver. If you don't like it, tough." I grinned, watching the cop car as it pulled up. I just waved to them. "We're fine. Just taking a break and stretching our legs, officer," I called. The driver glanced at his mate and then waved and took off again. His mate would have been checking my number plate. No hits on my plates and no distress so they went on about their business. Fine chaps, those. Naomi was already sitting demurely in the front seat, waiting for her driver. There was something subtly different about her, and it wasn't the knowledge that she wasn't a virgin. Then I got it. Her nipples were still peaked and pressing against her top. The little wretch wasn't wearing her bra. Oh, she was asking for trouble, hitch-hiking like that. I might have to explain that to her, giving her a demonstration on the hazards of hitch-hiking. Hitchhiking They were both sweating like crazy, and Max could hear the constant squelching, ripping sound of their hot, damp skin pulling away from the leather seats. You're definitely in a car, that sound told him. And the sound of his and Douglas' gasps and groans and curses told him yes, you're definitely having sex with someone who isn't your on-off boyfriend. In a car. In the dark. In the middle of a car park where anyone might park right next to them and see the car literally shaking. Oh god, the sheer forbidden thrill of it! Again and again he jabbed at Douglas' prostate. His head was spinning and spots were dancing in front of his eyes. Heat swirled and rippled down through his belly into the pit of his stomach, making his thighs quiver and his cock outright jerk; a second later he felt the older man's anal muscles begin to spasm around him. "Come on!" he yelled at the top of his voice. His orgasm hit him like a train and he sat bolt upright for a frozen, wonderful second before drooping down to lie on top of Doug, breathless and shaking. He rolled partway off the seat to let Douglas get a hand to himself, and smiled contentedly as the older man came too. "Fuck," he whispered to himself. "Exactly." Douglas' tired voice vibrated through his chest, tickling Max's ear. The traffic had cleared completely by the time that they had gathered their wits and cleaned up as best they could. They made good time to Glasgow - not even the bridge gave them much of a problem - and Douglas delivered Max to the hotel just as he had said. Kai was very surprised to find that Max was so easy-going – usually after an argument of this magnitude the American would be bitchy with him for days. It had a lot to do with a rectangular white business card with a certain man's number on it, right at the bottom of Max's bag, and the request scribbled on it. Ring me.