6 comments/ 31390 views/ 34 favorites Life Escape Pt. 01 By: Ravenblackerotica "FUCK! NO! NO! NO! FUCK!!" I scream at the dash board. My knuckles white as I squeeze the life out of my steering wheel. Feeling my rings digging into my fingers. I suppose an engagement ring would hurt even more, if I had one. "God dammit, fucking piece of shit, bitch, cunt!!" I slap the steering wheel until my hand is raw. Punching the radio console until I hear a snap and can't decide if my hand broke the radio or the radio broke my fucking hand. "Fuuuuck!!" Fucking, piece of shit chevy! I think, shaking out my right hand. "Everything!" I yell to no one. "She gets, everything!! Always!!" I swerve through traffic, hearing the honks and screams of people driving, people walking. Shit I would care about any other fucking day. I try not to crash as I speed through intersections, but in truth, it doesn't matter. Nothing does. The lights turn from green to yellow to red, my speed stays the same. I need out of this city. I need out of this life. Single, 41 fucking years old, woman. Alone. Alone! Debra, you're going to die alone! My thoughts echo in my head. I've spent my life driving through the green lights, staying in my lane. 20 years at the same desk job, 15 years in the same house. It's a good job and a great house I have- It doesn't fucking matter. Brake lights stomp ahead of me as I speed around them. I travel through this life slowing when society tells me too, stopping when I see a red light. I wait for others to tell me to go. I have been a chair for my friends and family to use when needed and discard when not. They forget I exist till the next time their legs are weak and they need a seat. I pant, trying to control my driving as I near the edge of town. Checking the rear view mirror for cops. Adjusting my skirt. Don't fucking kill yourself, Deb. Just breathe... I can deal... Fucking formal wear, for family night! ...Fuckers... I look down at my clothes as a I turn from a one way. My white blouse fits snug around my hips and tight around my breasts. The one perk of the many downsides of going from a size 4 in college to a size 14, 20 years later. My thick plump breasts press against my shirt, pulling it around my hips. My shirt half open over my brown asymmetrical skirt that hangs loose around my thighs. Mother gets what mother wants... She asked for this outfit specifically, said, 'that one you wore for church last month, wear that one. It'll fit for the occasion." Mother fucker. Mom knew what Ashley was going to say and she didn't even warn me. Goddammit! I feel the sweat begin to build on my neck, and I want to scream. I play the scene of dinner in my head and watch my Mom's expression as it happens. It was Ashley's moment, she was the one talking, and shouting, but it was me that Mom was watching. I was her show for the evening. As Ashley speaks, I still see Mom's grin, that twisted smile that can hook into your chest, in a way only a mother could, and cut your heart out. I feel the hiccup in the rear of my throat. The small reminder of my sensitive side as it begs for me to cry. To break down and shatter in front of traffic. But it is quickly squished by the twisting dagger in my stomach. The jolt of pain that makes me want to fight the world and break my hand on a radio console. The roads clear up as I leave the downtown scene and get away from the Saturday night traffic while the sun sets. I don't know where I'm driving. I'm not going home, I'm going away. Far away. I slow to a stop at the red light before turning on to the interstate. That's where I see him hunched over beside the road with back pack resting between his knees. He's a young man, maybe 19 or 20 years old. Lots of things strike me about him. He's a fit boy, muscular, and tone. His brown hair is matted and sweaty. More sweat spots showing through his t-shirt. He's been walking for a while in this heat. It is in the mid 80's still, as it cools down this evening. Not nearly the hottest for the Midwest, but still is taxing over time. But the thing that strikes me the most about this boy, is the solemn expression on his face. His defeated looks. He looks like he's tired. He looks... He looks like he could use a chair... I roll down my passenger window nearest him. What the fuck are you doing, Debra? You know you're not supposed to- He could be a serial killer, drug dealer, fucking rapist. You don't fucking give rides to hitchhikers, retard. "Always with the rules, always with the rules..." I whisper to myself as the light turns green. "Hey... Hey!" The boy looks up, dazed as he leaves his thoughts. He comes to my window. "You uh- you need a ride?" HOOONKK! A horn blows behind me, raising a panic inside my stomach. I don't like to keep people waiting. I'm not good with inconveniencing others. I look back as he does and wait for him to respond. Fuck. He's gunna ask where you're going? Where the fuck are you going?! He hesitates a moment looking at me, watching me. I see his eyes follow my straight, brown, highlighted hair down to my shoulders, and I watch his eyes linger for a moment at the curve of my breasts. It makes me fidget with my fingers, nervous like. Just before I try to drive off and cut my losses, he opens the passenger door sliding in his pack in with him. I quickly turn the steering wheel and enter the freeway, subconsciously hiding in my seat as I receive angry looks from the cars behind me passing. "Thanks," I hear the young man mumble without looking. "No problem, um, Where you heading?" I ask trying to adjust my seat belt so it doesn't choke my right breast. My auto adjustments begin on their own. Pulling my skirt down to my knee to cover my pale thighs, straightening my back so my love handles disappear some, and sucking in my stomach. I've done it for so many years that it comes without thought. He pulls his phone out of his pocket looking at the screen. He's got the new phone, same as me, I notice. He rubs his forehead and sighs, "it uh- it doesn't matter. I don't care..." At least he's going to the same place I'm going. We drive for 20 minutes or so, watching the sun lower in the sky. I think about introducing myself a few times but the silence feels right. Him sitting there isn't awkward to me as most people are, but... fitting. His clothes are new and his skin is clean, but his heart is worn- used. He is done with this life as much as I am. I picture him as a college student, maybe a baseball or football player. He has a calm energy about him, but it feels like a mask over a storm down below. My mind wanders and I welcome the distraction from my night. Mostly to men. It has been over 7 years since I've had anything that remotely fit into a category of a boyfriend. The thought of a man finding me sexy anymore doesn't occur to me. I figure my time has passed. My mother likes to repeat that this is part of aging in womanhood- losing that desire. But something in the scent coming from this boy awakens a curiosity of thoughts. It isn't body odor coming from him, but a mix of a strong men's body wash, sweat, and something else I can't put my finger on. A smell a 40 year old office worker doesn't notice often. "I'm- sorry, I uh, I'm not really going anywhere," I say. "I don't know where I'm going I just- something happened and I just uh- I'm leaving- I'm going somewhere else..." He looks at me then back out his window to watch the warm reds and soft blues of the sky. "I'm sorry, my name's Debra, by the way," I fidget. "I'm John," he speaks. "And you don't have to keep apologizing. You're the one giving the ride... Thanks, again." "Sorr-" I start to say then stop, laughing nervously. "Us older ladies don't talk to you younger guys too often." I watch him for a reaction to my age comment. He glances a look at my chest, again, eyeing my 32g breasts. His hand moves to the crotch of his pants, pulling, and adjusting. "We don't need to talk," John says folding his arms. I close my mouth from what I was about to say. Doing my best keep him from feeling uncomfortable. I hear his phone vibrate in his pocket and he takes it out, reading the screen. "Fug... mother... goddamn," John whispers to himself through clenched teeth. Shaking his head, he shoves his phone hard into his pocket. "Nothing mat... Nothing matters... It just doesn't," John mumbles convincing himself. He glances at me, "I'm sorry, I'm-" he cuts himself off as he looks me down, again. I think of something to say, but can't come up with anything that doesn't start with an apology. We sit in a different silence for a minute as I move to pass a semi-tractor ahead. I feel him thinking and fidgeting. The message he read on his phone changed him, somehow. I feel the heat from his body fill the vehicle as if he just transported the rest of him into here. I look in my left mirror as I merge into the fast lane and feel a warmth on my right inner thigh. I turn slowly and see John's left hand held against the middle of my thigh, under my skirt. His hand is on my thigh! His hand is on my fucking thigh! I tense. My hands go white as I grip the steering wheel. My eyes are locked on the road ahead. Oddly, in this unfamiliar moment, I don't want to look at his hand- or him, because I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. What a fucking retard I am. I'm about to be raped because I was stupid enough to pick up a hitchhiker, and I'm worried about my rapist's feelings!? John's hand is warm and solid, cupped to my skin on the inside of my thigh. Just far enough up my leg to make every muscle in my body tense as I await my attackers command, but it hasn't come. Seconds go by and his hand stays, maybe minutes, I don't know, but he doesn't say a word. What is he waiting for? Put up a fight! Hit his hand away! Don't be such a God Damn Pussy, Debra! I feel his left hand slowly close and open on the meat of my inner thigh, massaging it along my soft, pale, untouched skin. His hand wont retreat but it doesn't advance higher either. The warm touch makes me bite my lower lip and curl my toes, as his middle finger presses into my skin, drawing imaginary circles on my inner thigh. I feel the drop fall from my pussy lips, down my hairy mound, dripping into my panties, and exhale. My eyes close for a second longer than they should when you're driving 70mph down the freeway. I quickly open them, adjusting in my seat as if I just caught myself dozing off. Without thought, my right hand goes to my chest, nervously, as my right thigh twitched open wider, relaxing to the side. At my motion, John's left palm slides up my bare thigh- stopping inches from my panty line, then rubs back down to my knee, then back up. Squeezing and groping with his strong hand, warming my trembling inner thigh. He was waiting for me. He was waiting for me to open my legs to him- to give him permission. Jesus, Debra, is that what you're doing? What are you doing?! ...Fuck, I'm so wet... His hand makes a long slide up my thigh, but it doesn't stop as I feel his palm cup my warm pussy through my gray panties. I adjust, spreading my thighs a little more, scooching my butt out from the seat. My right hand feels my heart pounding my chest, trying to break free, as my sweaty left hand guides the wheel into the right lane back behind the large semi. I feel John's fingers probing my pussy lips through my panties, tracing my clit to the bottom of my slit, up and down, uppp and downnn. My shoulders twitch and my thighs tense and relax as I bite my tongue, trying not to moan, trying not to officially condone or condemn this boy's action, but goddamn my panties are drenched! I coast at 10 miles below the speed limit and glance at the faces of those driving by. Men, women, young, old... they talk and look at me as I drive with my passenger, then continue going about their conversations. Oblivious to this 20 year old boy fingering this 40 year old woman's pussy lips. They watch me drag my teeth across my tongue, they watch me begin to pant as my eyes widen, and bite my lip, and they have no idea. They have no idea how bad I want him to fuck me. "Oohh..." I whisper as I feel my soaked panties pulled to the side by John's hand. I glance to see if he looks at me but he doesn't. I see his flexed upper arm and watch his forearm muscle dance between my thighs. John stares forward while he drags his fingers through my hairy pussy. Fuck, I haven't shaved in forever. I bet his young hands never even touched a hairy pussy before. I hope he doesn't- Oh- Oh fuck... John's two fingers make long wide circles on my clit, spreading my juices all over my bulging knob. My toes curl, my foot twitches, and the engine revs launching us forward before I take my foot off the gas. "Yes..." I mumble, wishing I didn't have to focus on driving. I set the cruise on the car as I feel two fingers puuuush into my pussy, deeeep. Then feel them drag out keeping pressure on my clit, making circles on it several times before pushing back inside my hole. My right hand was inside my shirt and under my bra, cupping and groping my left breast without even realizing it. My knees pressed against the door and center console keeping my thighs as wide as possible for John. My eyes are locked on the road ahead, trying to concentrate on not crashing as I feel it coming. John's fingers are grinding along my pink, hairy, clit over and over. My hips are jittering as I hold my breath because that's all I can do. Silence in the car... The only sound is of my juices being flicked around, rubbed faster as John's left hand flexes into my hairy pussy. "Oh godd... I..." I spit out as I take another deep breath. Left hand locked on the steering wheel, my right squeezing my left tit. I feel his eyes locked on me as he makes this old gal cum. John watches biting his lower lip in concentration as I open and close my mouth making silent screams. I feel it building. His circles on my clit become messy and rougher when I it comes. "Oh...Fuck me..." My abdomen goes concave as I start to buck. My pussy explodes gushing on John's palm, splashing on my hips and floor board. "Yes, yes! Ohhh goddd!" The hand continues to make wild circles on my sex as I buck my hips grunting but trying not to. Shutting my eyes but trying not to. I feel waves crashing up my body and engulfing my mind as I squeeze my plump breast, holding it in a tight grip of shock as I cum so hard- I just don't care. I'm barely able to catch my breath when his hand leaves my soaked pussy. The rumble strip shakes the car as my eyes focuses from blur and I see I'm driving 35 mph and half on the shoulder. John's right, grabs the wheel centering me back in the right lane as I speed up trying straighten myself. But I feel my right leg jerked down when I try to sit up. John is leaning over me. His lips close around the corner of my right ear lobe, biting, and sucking on my stud ear ring. His hands unbuttoning my shirt, they go lower. Kissing my neck behind my ear, sending chills down my spine, while he brushes my hair over to my other side, opening my neck. I can barely see the road over his shoulder. His right hand sliding over the bra of my left breast. He rubs and lifts my stretched tit, warming it. He stops as he sees my tattoo. A snaking tribal symbol, fluttered with hearts and stars that runs from tramp stamp to shoulder on the right of my back, peaking a pair of snake heads just over my collar bone. The pathetic sign of rebellion made 20 years ago. Back when it was a sexy contrast to my light skin on my thin body. My last act of spontaneity. Now it's just a faded gray, contorted, and stretched around my curves and love handles. I wince looking from the road long enough to see John's grin as he kisses my tattoo. With a hum of pleasure he sucks hickies up my neck pressing into me as I smell his sport deodorant. His right hand sliding down my center pulling my right breast from my bra as my shirt hangs loose. The cool air hits my breast and I feel my hard nipple aching to be touched. What are you doing? You should stop. You should talk to him. What does he want out of this? He's too young for you! He just has some sick mom fetish. You know he doesn't find you attractive. What are you doing?! Mmm... I don't know... I don't know idontknowidontknow... but I want more... My right hand cupped the back of his neck pulling it down my chest. His wet tongue traced down my collar to right nipple. His tongue doing circles on my pink nipple before his lips lock around me, sucking and tonguing my rock hard nipple. "Mmmm.." I feel my pussy drain, again. Releasing juices coursing through my hairy twat as his tongue flicks my plump full breast. His left hand feeding my tit to his mouth and his right hand slides between my thighs. The seat, my skirt, the floorboards, my panties, they are all drenched from my previous explosion but he moved like he didn't care. His left knee up on his seat as I feel his two fingers spread my juicy lips. "Ohhh..." I sigh, "go inside me..." The words come out without thought as I barely keep eyes on the tail lights of the tractor ahead of me under the hoods of my eye lids. Heat filled my face as his fingers filled me. They pushed deeep inside me, rubbing the roof of my pussy pressing lightly on my g-spot before retreating to repeat. With every firm thrust inside me his thumb grinndds up my slit onto my clit. Pushing the hood back so I have direct contact. "Oooohhhh! Fuck me...Fuck me," I heave as he bites my nipple making me tighten my soaked pale thighs around his flexed arm, momentarily. I open my legs as he jerks his arm again and again, pumping my pussy with his fingers. I'm lost in the moment, I'm following his lead, I don't care about anything but right now. My eyes wander to the cars passing. The sun has fallen and night shields me from the onlookers. They pass not knowing that I'm getting my pussy finger banged by this college student. They don't know that this boy's tongue on my hard fucking nipple is about to make me fucking cum, again. John groans into my nipple as he sucks harder, his fingers fucking me harder and firmer. I feel him pressing on my g-spot as my face goes flush and my thighs quiver. "Yes... Yes... Ohh fuck.." I straighten my driving out and kiss the top of his head, smelling his warm shampoo because I want more of him. My right hand grabs his body underneath. Feeling his hard chest as his pecs and abs flex with every fuck of my dripping pussy. My hand bumps something wet and I explore reaching for it. I feel the thick head of his cock pointing towards me and realize sometime while he was changing positions he must've undone his pants. As my small palm wraps around the shaft of his young cock I groan, "Oh my god, babyohmy god..." His dick is longer than I'm used to. She thought as she reached stroking to the base and pulling to the head, again. Real 6-7 inch cock. Young. Hard as a metal rod. Mmmm... My hand barely fit around it as I squeezed pumping from base to tip. It has been years since I've had a real cock in my hands, dildos can only go so far, but feeling him flex inside my hand when I squeeze and when I moan, hearing him pant harder the faster I jerk him... Oh fuck... I'm so goddamn close. He feels my hips writhing, hears my pants becoming guttural as he finger fucks me. His pace is picking up as his two fingers cram inside me faster, grinding on my g-spot so fast I start to lose control of my body. "Ohff- God... yes..." I mumble as he stuffs my pussy. I tug on his throbbing cock faster, I feel his precum on the tip and spread it down the shaft, his balls bouncing on the back of my hand as I jerk him. The sudden thought of sliding his young thick shaft down my lips to touch the back my throat makes my mouth water and lick my lips. My eyes and left hand have difficulty keeping focus on the road. Life Escape Pt. 01 His lips switch to my left nipple sucking, licking, and biting, my nipple eagerly craving more. His closer position gives me better angle on his cock as glance down at it. I flick my hair from my face and bite my lip, wondering how it tastes. John's thumb circles my clit faster and faster with every hard fuck into my hairy pussy. His arm jerking in and out between my thighs. "Oh Fuck!" I cringe nearly releasing the steering wheel. "Don't stop! Don't!- oHhh!" He doesn't. He picks up the speed. Finger fucking my dripping cunt, I start to retreat my hips because I can't take how good it feels. My head is swimming, my eyes are squinting. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! "Fuck me!" His right hand pounds my pussy, fucking me harder and harder. My tits bounce on my bra as my body shakes, riding his fingers hard. My thighs tremble trying to squeeze shut, but they can't as he penetrates me. I hold my breath, clenching my eyes shut. Deeper harder faster yes yes yes yes fuck me fuck me fuck me!! "Oh my gOD!!" I scream feeling him on me, holding me to the seat as his fingers fuck me so deep and grind so hard on my wet clit. "Yesss, baby!" I squeeze his hard dick, unable to move as he paralyzes me with his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy. My pussy squirts on him and my hips as he continues to fuck me. "Cummingg ohyes!" My legs raise to my chest then back down fighting to get control. I shudder as I empty on his finger. His tongue making a long drag on my nipple. "Ooohhh..." My hips bucking into his hand violently. A wave goes through my body as I go loose. Collapsing. My body jolting as I gain control of my limbs. It strikes me like a splash of cold water. Fuck! Eyes are still closed! When I open my eyes I know it's too late already. It's a sea of red brake lights ahead of me as we fly forward on cruise control. A traffic jam of some kind has every car and truck stopped to a standstill. My left leg is laid across the arm rest on the door, my right is hung useless over the center console stick shift. "No ahhh!" I scream as both my arms cover my face in an X. The car screeches and fishtails. I clench as I feel the seat belt strain on my body and neck. I hear a tumble on the floor. My breath holds waiting for the crash. The crash that never came. The strain on my belt laxed as I fall back into my seat. My arms move down slowly and I see the rear of the tractor trailer. No tail lights or brake lights because my car stopped too close to see them. Jesus! We didn't crash! The fucking car stopped! I look down and see John's upper body tucked under the front console and his right palm pressed hard on the brake pad. He looks up to me wide eyed and breathing heavy, maybe in shock or fear or both. I pant, shaking my head looking down at him. He closes his eyes smiling shaking his head back, laughing. I toss my head back laughing harder. "Oh my god, hahaha!" I laugh taking a deep breath. "Close one, huh?" John says laughing into his left hand. My eyes fall to my chest where my shirt's open and my thick breasts are sticking out over my bra. My hands jump to closing my chest as I look out the window at the neighboring cars, "shit!" I say checking for any suspecting eyes. I pull my bra over my tits shaking my head still. "Oh my god..." "You keep saying that," John said still laughing. My foot replaces his hand on the brake as he sits up zipping his pants up. "We should really find a rest stop to... rest at." I smile looking over at him, biting my lip. "Read my mind," I adjust my skirt some. "Let's uh... see how far till this traffic clears up." I pat the seat around me, looking for my cell. The door pocket, floor, the center console... found it. I press the screen unlock button, but the background is brighter and different. Shit, this is John's. It must've fallen out his pocket when he pulled down his pants. There is one received text on his phone lock screen. The text that angered him, earlier. The text that changed him. The one that started all of this. The text is from, 'Dad.' The writing is all in caps. Dad "CALLED THE COPS! LOOKING FOR U!!" ...Oh shit fuck, Debra... Life Escape Pt. 02 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap... The hum of the idling car is drowned out by my fidgeting fingers tapping away on the steering wheel. John stretches his arms for the third time in a minute while looking out the window for something to watch. I adjust my skirt for the umpteenth time and feel my drenched panties and damp skirt cling to my skin. We are going on minute seven of this silent traffic jam on I-40 East. Any light that I could see on the horizon is gone now. The black night sinks over the roads. "So... You pick up a lot of hitchhikers?" John asks rubbing his arm. I laugh, nervously, "Umm... no. You're my first- My first hitchhiker, I mean." John laughs, picking at the crotch of his pants. I tongue the roof of my mouth, eyeing the bulge pressed against his jeans, and watch it flex every few moments. I shake my head free of the thoughts. Calm down, you stupid bitch. Breathe. Just breathe. All you know is that the cops are after him. You don't know what for. "Is this incredibly awkward?" John blurts out, stretching his arms, again. "Kinda," I laugh, again. "Sorry, I've never really done this before- I" "That's okay, me neither." "Really?" This catches me by surprise. The shock in my voice makes him more uncomfortable, I see. "What?" He cocks his head at me with a smirk. "Do you think I'm a serial-finger-banging-hitchhiker?" I giggle and feel the color flush to my cheek at the mention of finger banging. It has been over a decade since I have been finger fucked like that. Most men shy away from the little details of foreplay. They go through the motions, like a morning checklist. Life Escape Pt. 02 Good job, Deb. Why don't you tell him your first period story, too. "...Ridiculously young?" John repeated after a moment. "Come on, at least I gave you, 'hot cougar,' you could at least give me something better... young stud muffin?" I look up from my hand smiling. In the moonlight I can see the corner of his grin as he hugs me and I laugh into his chest some. In the sobering moment, my mind circles Ashley, my kid sister, like a shark. I feel the rage and angst in the back of my throat as the memories from tonight's earlier dinner rise from the settled dust. I should feel happy, I know I should. She did nothing wrong. Besides fucking getting married. And yet, every bit of me is wishing for everything to go terribly wrong. Would it be so bad if Mom died, right now? Would anyone besides Ashley even care if I died right now? I sniff and realize my eyes are tearing and dripping into John's shirt as he holds me. He lets go to look to see if I'm alright and I dab my eyes. "Ugh... Like ten minutes ago, I didn't give a shit about anything," I say trying to stop the tears before they start. "Sorry I ruined it with all my talking," John said rubbing my back. "Heh, it's okay." "Think we'll be able to get it back?" "Haha, I doubt it," I laugh still trying to dry my eyes. "Hard to come back from my crying spells. I'm going to use the restroom real quick, okay?" "Sure," he says as I walk off. "Let me know if you need my inhaler!" He mocks. I focus on breathing as I go inside, trying to keep from going into full blown cry mode. I walk into the empty women's room and wash my hands. Sniffling and wiping the corners of my eyes, I focus on my reality. I can't run away. You know how this all ends anyways. You going back home, going to church in the morning, and getting up for work on Monday. I sigh, wanting to cry more, now, facing the reality. I look at my watch and see how late it is and try to remember the last time I was out of the house this late. I made my life what it is today, I just need to accept it. I've got more than most, why can't I just be happy with what I've got? I stare in the mirror and let out a deep sigh, again, realizing it's time to give up this foolish escape. My family would expect me in church in the morning and that was only hours away. I hear the door open and see John in the mirror. I turn and he looks at the empty stalls then to me. "John, what-" I start. He drops his backpack to the floor and walks towards me. His hands hold on either side of my hips as his lips meet mine. My head retreats in shock, but I feel his hands travel up my ribs. His right sliding down and into my shirt, I feel his warm palm rub up the small of my back. I move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him, my tongue rolling around his as I taste his lips and feel his hard shoulders flex as he pulls me to him. My right hand raking through his hair as my left cups his cheek and I kiss him wildly, running my tongue along his lower lip. His hand finds the latch on my bra as I feel it go loose and my mature tits hang free in my blouse. I breathe into John as I feel his left hand travel up my front, rubbing up my chest. He circles my right breast through my shirt and I feel my plump tit lift and my nipple harden as he squeezes on it, massaging me. My hands moves to the buttons on my blouse just as his do. In a straining, fast motion my shirt bursts open and my bra falls between us. His hard palms rub up my chubby love handles as he cups under my sensitive breasts, lifting and mashing them together. He breaks the kiss, stealing a stern look in my eyes before lowering. I look down and see this boy's lips wrap around my right nipple and feel my pussy stir, again. His young face almost disappears under my breast as he licks and sucks at the sensitive skin below my nipple. His tongue licking up my hard nipple circling it before his lips wrap around it sucking on my mature fucking nipple so hard I groan. My right hand unconsciously grabbing the back of his head and holding his lips on my nipple as he bites and sucks on my pink nipple. His right hand slides up my inner thigh warming and sending a shiver down my spine. He pulls down my still wet panties to the floor as he switches nipples, I allow him. Feeding my left nipple to him and holding his mouth there as his hot, wet, tongue vibrates on my nipple, flicking it up and down. My toes curl, "Mmmyessss," I gasp. His left hand rubs my other nipple, pulling and twisting on it as he sucks my plump breast dry. I feel his right fingers sliiide between my wet pussy lips. By now they are raw and exhausted from having been fucked so hard, but still they react. Soaking John's fingers as he teases gentle circles from my bulging clit to my anus and back. Over and over. I grab his shirt and pull him to his feet. His hand stays on my clit. His fingers making hard and small circles on my clit as I start to heave, groaning as I feel my thighs tremble. My fat ass resting on the long bathroom sink. "Yes-" My voice squeals as I kiss him. My eye brows high as I moan into his kiss. His fingers grinding faster on my clit. My hands move to his belt as he bends over to taste my pink nipple. Viciously, I rip it open, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock from it. I hear the juices on my pussy lips flick back and forth as he circles my clit so fast- my arm wraps around his tall shoulders to hold myself up as I lose myself. "You're gonna-" I gasp for air. Unable to think. "I'm gunna- fuc- don't..." my thighs jittering as I shake uncontrollably. My tits bouncing against his clean cut face. Holy fuck, yes! He spanks my dripping pussy and clit several times fast and I explode, "Ohmygod!" My nails digging into his shoulder, my pussy gushing on his hand. I feel his teeth lock down on my nipple. His drenched fingers grind faster on my clit as I fall back on the sink exploding. "Yesyesyesyes yes!!" My voice echoing in the bathroom as I drip a mess on the floor. I open my eyes having not known that I closed them and see John taking off his shirt. His upper body is as hard as his cock that rubs against my inner thigh. My hand rubs over the hairs on his chest as I feel the curve of his pecs. I follow my eyes down and see his hand stroking his cock as he stares at me. Sweaty, panting, and my shirt hanging open, my nipples point up towards him as my fat tits hang to the side. He grabs my ass lifting me onto the edge of the countertop. With my pale thick thighs spread wide, he rests his shaft down on my drenched pussy lips. I look down holding my breath as I feel his hard veiny cock grind between my lips upppp and downnn. "Oohhh," I moan. I watch his thick head disappear inside my pussy. "Oh my god, baby, yes, yes... do it for me..." I feel him burry deep inside me as his bare hard cock fucks me, his balls pressing into me. My head resting on the dirty, stained mirror, he pulls out and thrusts back in as he humps me. "Fuck me, fuck me," I look him in the eyes as his face hovers inches above mine. His thick cock spreading my pink, aching lips with every thrust down into me. My hands grab ahold of his arm and back as I feel his muscles flex and spasm he fucks my brains out, penetrating me deeper. "Shit-oh shit..." I groan as the soreness of my old pussy mixes with the ecstasy as he prods my g-spot again and again, "Oh! Fucking shit, baby, yesssss..." I growl as he kisses me. He stands tall getting a better angle on me as his hands hold under my knees lifting my knees into the air. The pressure from his thrust is too much for me to bear as he holds me down on the sink. Fucking my juicy cunt. "Ohhh ahhh fuckk ohhh godddd!" My tits bouncing up and down with every hard thrust. My full breasts clapping together as they jiggle. I see him staring at them and feel him flex harder inside me. His right hand grabbing my left tit squeezing it as he fucks me. I feel my old pussy drowning his cock. "Mmm, mmm, Mmm!" I groan. "Oh my god, I'm so close, I- I- Oh my god!" "Oh my god!" Another voice came from the door way. John stopped thrusting. His thick cock buried balls deep into my old pussy. We both look and see an older woman and an old man, clutching her at her side. The poor old woman covers her mouth in shock. The moment passes in silence, each party wait for the other to make the first move. The old man with the fanny pack goes for it. "Come on, Janet, let's get out of here," he says turning her around like cattle. As they leave the room he turns back with a spiteful look in his eyes. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!" As soon as the door closes John exhales, looking to me with a smile of relief. He falls onto my chest laughing some as he cups my cheek. "That's another first," I laugh shaking my head. "Yeah," he says, "I think I could've done without that one." I giggle like a little girl, "I don't know, it kind of made it more exciting." I wink at him as I pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply and instantly my hips start to move on his cock. He pulls back, "maybe we shouldn't." I wrap my legs around him sitting up, "come on..." I kiss him again, harder. Moaning into him with my eyes closed, I feel his soft cock grow instantly inside me. He slowly starts penetrating me and I feel my pussy grip onto him as he tongues the roof of my mouth. He breaks the kiss, again. Shaking his thoughts clear. "Later," he smiles. "A different place, anywhere." He winks at me, "you can finish what I started." He pulls out of me and I growl in protest, needing him inside me now. He slowly dresses, pulling on his pants and shirt with heavy distractions from me. I attack him like a horny 18 year old girl. Kissing him hard against the wall while he puts on his shirt. Stroking his fat cock as he pulls on his pants. He groans at my touch, batting me off like a fly, laughing. I button my shirt as we stumble out of the bathroom. "Oh my god," I laugh putting my hand on John's arm. "I lost like three buttons." John looks down at my shirt and sees my tits bursting out of my shirt. "Maybe you shouldn't have gone in beast mode when you ripped your shirt off," John toys with a smile. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder. "Umm... fuck you," I push his arm making him laugh. "I'm almost positive you were the one in 'beast mode.'" We walk outside laughing as I hang on his arm. I see a motor home parked near my SUV with the woman from the bathroom standing out front. She was speaking to a Tennessee Highway Patrolman through the window. I watch her finger point towards the building as she speaks and start to feel the panic of life rise in my throat, again. I instinctually pull John's arm as I hide behind a welcome sign. John is froze. His eyes glossing over. "Fuck," John says to himself. "Fuck... Fuck!" I see his panic rising faster than mine. I forget that the police are looking for him. That unlike me, he has people actively looking to drag him back into whatever drama caused him to run. "It's okay," I say. I put a hand on his chest. "Fuck," he says with fear and anger in his voice. He holds his head with both hands. "Fuck. It's not- I can't. I'm not going back." I look behind us and see another police car pull up at the front entrance. I feel John tense as he starts to back away. Like a child running from danger. I grab his hand and pull, "Come on," I whisper. We run around the nearest tractor trailer, sticking to the shadows. We sprint across the open parking lot and beeline for the woods. Running through the long grass, I hear the cracking of tires on gravel come closer. I glance behind and see the police car stop behind us. John grips his backpack with one hand and guides me with the other as we go deeper into the dark woods. Together. Life Escape Pt. 03 John takes me by the hand, pulling me through the branches. They snap after dragging against our arms, face, and legs. Every end of each twig grasping desperately to our shirts trying to tear it free. I lead John into the woods when he froze at the sight of the police. I did what he could not, but now, in the woods, I feel the pain as we sprint deeper into the dark forest. A sharp pricker vine snags my shirt, nearly ripping shirt off as my right breast bounces bare in the open air. I whimper and fix my shirt. John looks back concerned as he gives a reassuring squeeze to my palm. I hear the wings of fleeing birds flapping above our heads and the small critters scurrying from our path. It is easy to have courage when standing in the light and looking into darkness, but once in a shroud of darkness, I feel the fear absorb through my thick skin. I try to stop and turn back, but John takes the lead now, squeezing my hand as he drags me down the path we started. Down the unwritten path, neither of us plotted for ourselves. "Slow-" I huff with my free hand keeping my shirt together around my chest. "Slow down, John." I feel my lungs burn as a coat of sweat covers my forehead and cleavage. After several more quick strides John's pace slows. His chest heaves as his shirt sticks to the middle of his chest and back. He lets go of my hand and pants at his knees for a second. "Shh..." We hold our breath, listening to the insect chirping and feel the light cold breeze on our faces. "I don't... I don't think they're chasing us," I say. "Fuck..." John says, pulling out his black inhaler pouch. He turns away from me as he takes a long breath from it. "I can't believe we just ran from the cops." I think about my life before this. Working 9 to 5 in an office followed by quiet, gossip, lunches with the girls every Friday. Sitting quietly during family dinners every other Saturday night. Listening to my sister Ashley go on and on about- nothing. Mom and step Dad finding everything she says so interesting. Being a blur of gray in the background of life. I giggle at the absurdity of it all while resting an arm on John's shoulder. "I left, all my underwear in that bathroom," I say. John laughs, "I don't think they will CSI their way into figuring out who you are." I laugh, "hopefully they have better things to be doing." I steady my breathing as John hands me a small towel from his pack. "But this is probably the most uncomfortable run. Ever." I dab the sweat from my brow and neck. "No bra, no panties, and a skirt," I shake my head. John snickers as he comes closer. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see the shade of his skin as he slides his right around my waist to my lower back, rubbing down to my left ass cheek as he kisses my lips passionately and deep. His tongue sliding between my lips as his left slides inside my shirt, cupping my sweaty breast. He lightly rolls my right nipple between his fingers as he squeezes my ass. My lips quivers against his as I close my eyes and moan into him, squeezing his hips and hard ass cheeks as I press his crotch into mine. He breaks the kiss, sliding his hand out of my shirt and down my curvy waist. My eyes open after the wave of warmth washes through me. "Follow me," John says taking me by the hand. I follow in a trance for a few minutes. Every few feet there is a break in the treetops and I can see the stars and a corner of the full moon. He takes a drink from a canteen in his pack and hands it to me. I don't realize until I guzzle down a long drink of water how parched I am. "Umm... Do you know where we're going?" I ask, handing him back the canteen. "Or rather, do you know which way is back to the car?" John points up at the break in the trees. "That's the north star," he points forward. "We're heading north-east," he points behind us as he continues walking. "Cars back south-west." I raise an eye brow, "How the hell do you know that?" "I like to hike," he says tapping his hiking back pack. "I've done it since I was a kid." You were a kid a couple years ago...still are. We come to a thick brush and carefully negotiate through it. I stumble out to the other side and feel an open breeze followed by the crunching of gravel under my steps. We're standing on a trail that stems from the rest area. "You knew this was here?" I ask. "No," he laughs, "well kinda. I thought I remembered it being here. I took a field trip here in junior high..." Christ, Debra. He still remembers field trips... John points to the woods they just came from, "we went off the path some and saw a black bear in there," then points to the woods on the other side. "There was a nest of bald eagles over-" "Wait, there's fucking bears here?" I yell. John smirks, guiding me by the shoulders deeper into the woods, "how do you live in East Tennessee and not know that?" "I don't know if you can tell," I say pointing to my clothes. "But I'm more of a city girl- woman... whatever." John glances down at me as I cross my arms, "It really bothers you, huh... my age?" "More like mine," I blurt out. "You know I'm old enough to be your mother, right? And over weight and-" "What makes you think any of that bothers me?" John said putting his hand around my waist as we walk. "Or that all of that doesn't turn me on?" He squeezes my ass. "I don't know..." I say, thumbing my love handles through my shirt. "Why did you grab me in the car? Or just now, in the bathroom?" John looks at me as we continue to walk down the moonlit path in silence. He kicks a few stones out of the path, adjusting his backpack. The air is chilly as the last of my sweat disappears and I feel my nipples go hard under my shirt. "I don't know," he says. "You were so nice in the car, always apologizing, and picking me up in the first place. Then I saw you look at my crotch when I started getting hard from your cleavage... I don't know, when I found out my dad called the cops on me- I... I just wanted... you." I bite my lip as I look up at him and continue walking. "Any other situation, I would have sat politely the entire time and done nothing, because the consequences were too risky. The chance of you slapping my hand away, of getting kicked out of school, of being arrested, of my father disowning me, of- a thousand things... I was just sick of life holding me back," John says. Life holding me back... life holding me back... The words stick in repeat in my head. Its how I have felt this entire time and hearing it spoken feels as though the water is finally flowing freely through the damn. The responsibilities of my life have stacked so high on top of my family's expectations of me, that the consequences of any spontaneity are unthinkable. It is knowing that a wrong step will cause your life, which is stacked with pretty things you hate, to come crashing down around you. ...Life holding me back... I think about that last family dinner before I met John on the road. I think about my step dad laughing and hugging my sister Ashley. And my thoughts narrow on mother. Watching her expression as she glares at me. I hear her voice in the back of my head. ...I told you so... There is a bench beside the path that I guide him to by his hand. He puts his pack down next to him and sits down to my left as I hold his hand in my lap. "Why did you run away?" I ask. He sighs looking up to the sky, "just life... like I said... I was going to UT for pre-law, I was a sophomore. I hate it. I hate it so much-" he clenches his fists then rubs his face hard, like he's feeling life fall back onto him. "My dad's a lawyer, pushed me in high school to be one, pushed me to get this scholarship, and I got it. Full ride." He shakes his head, "You know, I have a younger sister, Jenny, who is starting freshman year college next fall, and they don't care what she does... besides get married. But me, I have to be this big time lawyer, and do it on my own. They won't help with getting loans or nothing..." John becomes solemn and sunken as he stares at nothing. The distant cricket's chirping the only background noise. "Grades were posted yesterday, I failed a class," he says, "Business Law. Hard fucking class, but... I didn't even do the end project... They revoked my scholarship..." John smiles at me, and I can barely see it through the darkness. "Too low of a GPA... I didn't even do the end project, because I wanted my life to fall to pieces. Hm. And you know what I did when I saw the scores?" He holds up the hand in my lap. "I beat my knuckles bloody on a concrete wall." We sat in silence as I rubbed his cut hand between mine. I think of how it must feel to let everything crash around you and have everyone disappointed. I think of how freeing it could feel and horrible at the same time. "You know, when I was taking control over you," he says, "even though it wasn't me, it was an act... it felt good. It felt like I was taking control of a bit of my life, again. Like finding myself," he shrugs his shoulders shaking his head. I find my pussy lips getting slick at him speaking the words, 'taking control.' I leave his warm hand between my bare thick thighs as I reach over undoing his belt. John watches me as I stare up at him, my hot breath kissing his neck. Unbuttoning his pants I slide my palm down the crotch of jeans and feel his hard shaft move and flex underneath. I unzip him, pulling his boxers below his balls as I run my hand from the base of his shaft to the top and back down. I lean forward kissing his neck, tonguing, and sucking on his young salty skin while my right hand pumps his shaft harder. I feel him grow and flex in my tiny palm as I nibble on his neck, groaning. Stroking from base to top, again and again. I lower myself, licking my lips, as I go to a squat between his legs. I feel my skirt hike up and my thick ass cheeks hang from my skirt as I pull at his jeans and slide them down to his ankles. "You might have been acting like you were in control," I say reaching inside my half open blouse with my left hand while my right loosely strokes his shaft. "But I would be your slut if you took me, for real." I say pulling my right breast free from my shirt. His hard cock stands tall in front of my face as I stroke. I pinch my fat left nipple, letting both breasts dangle free as I get tighter grip of John's cock. As I stroke, I pull up so that his balls come forward. I look up at his face as I wrap my lips around his right nut. Sucking and licking till I switch to the left ball, pulling on it some. I feel my pussy slide as I adjust my legs. God... I'm soo wet... what's wrong with me!? I've never even liked sucking dick before... John stares down at me shuddering and groaning as I pump his fat cock. I imagine him looking down at me and thinking what a slut I must be. He sees me flick my brown hair that seems black in the dark moonlight to the side of my head. My tongue sliding up the base of his cock, slowly stopping and circling the head of his cock. Tasting his pre-cum. Mmmmm fuck... He sees my left hand disappear between my thighs as I finger fast circles on my hairy clit, making my thighs tremble and my ass shake. I push my breasts forward and he sees my pale, soft, skin as my plump tits hang on both sides of his shaft. I slide my hands on either side of my boobs and press them around his cock. Choking his warm hard shaft with my fat tits, I slide them up and down, disappearing his cock as I titty fuck him. I bite my lip as I glance down at the head of his dick, sticking out between my curvy tits. I make a fast look up into John's eyes, asking for permission before I press down, wrapping my lips around his urethra. "Mmm..." I lightly moans as my tongue travels around the head of his cock slowly. "Jesus..." John groans. I release my tits and let them fall to my chest. My left groping his shaft, harder than ever, while my right slides up his chest. God- every muscle in his body is flexed like a fucking rock. I feel the grooves his abs the higher I go, the bulk in his chest as his pecs stick out for me. My eyes lock with his as he watches my lips fall around his cock. I swallow half his shaft, my tongue dragging on the base, before pulling back to the head. My lips stopping around the bulb of the dick as I salivate and moan at the taste of his tongue cock. My left pumps his shaft as I twist my lips on the head of his cock. I want him inside me, fuck, I want to hear him cum, I want to feel his cum hit the back of my throat, yes! My right rubs down John's front, then back to my pussy. I press two fingers deep into my pussy and feel the juices pour into the palm of my hand as I start fucking myself. I press my lips back down his shaft, slobbering down pass where I stopped before. I feel the back of tongue touched by the tip of his cock and my gag reflex start to twitch as I come back up. My hair dangling in my face, I slide my lips down again, fucking my pussy faster as I groan on his cock. I feel his hands pull the hair out of my face. John tightly wraps my hair into a pony tail behind my head and grips it in his left. I feel him push my lips down his cock and pull my mouth off of him. I panic at first, finding it difficult to breathe, then feel his hips buck as he pulls me down. I get my breathing under control as he face fucks me and hear him moan as he flexes inside lips. I look up at him with my mouth open as he makes me his. He fucks my salivating mouth with his tight warm cock. He reaches down with his right groping my breast, squeezing it tight as my lips squeeze tighter around his shaft. "Oh fuck," he groans, "I'm gunna cum in that fucking mouth." My lips vibrate around his thick shaft as I moan and pant. I feel his cock soo hard between my lips. I want it baby yes yes give it to me, fucking give it to me! He pulls my head down on his shaft and I feel his cock begin to flex. Oh yes...oh- oh god... My fingers grind harder on my clit, making me pool juices in my hand. He holds my mouth down on his fat cock and my tongue wraps around his shaft. Cum in my mouth, baby, that's it! I feel his shaft drag on my tight lips as he spasms shooting hot, milky, strings deep on the back of my throat. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhh!! My ass flexes up and down in the air as I cum in my hand hard while swallowing his cum. I raise up from his shaft, panting wiping my mouth free of saliva and cum. I shudder and fall against John's knee smiling to myself. "Oh my god..." I say. I can't believe that just happened. Who are you, Debra? John rubs my cheek looking down on me. He pulls up his pants up and stands. I close my shirt as best I can and stand, nuzzling my face in John's chest. He holds me for a moment, kissing the top of my head. "I can't believe..." I giggle in my hand. "You're amazing..." He says looking down on me. "Let me show you something." He picks up his bag and takes me by the hand. We walk in silence on the gravel for several minutes as I lean on his arm, holding his hand tightly. Letting this young man guide me, where ever. We come to an opening in the woods, and there's a field of freshly mowed grass and benches. We walk into the center of the park and I look up at the stars. The full moon kissing the top branches of the trees above. I stare lost in the moment, closing my eyes as I feel the clear air caress my skin. I hear the muted chirps of crickets in the background. I open my eyes and look down to see John opening a sleeping bag that he pulled from his backpack. "We going to bed?" I smile down at him. He reaches up, taking my hand. He guides me down to my knees and lays me on my back. "Not quite," he says putting my hands above my head. I do as he bids me, leaving my arms relaxed as he rubs his hand down my chest. I will be your slut if you take me... His palm resting on my heart. I look up at his black silhouette of stars and moonlight as he looks down on me in darkness. "Why did you pick me up? In the car, you said you weren't going anywhere in particular. Tell me." I feel uncomfortable. I feel like crossing my arms and start to but stop myself, because John put my arms above my head for a reason. I've been getting fucked in public all night and this is the first time that I feel exposed. His right hand slides inside my shirt, his middle finger circling my left nipple softly over and over and over. "Tell me," he says, again. This dark figure looming over me. "I umm..." I start, trying to think how to say it. "I have a little sister, Ashley. She's about 8 years younger than me." John unbuttons my shirt slowly as I talk till it hangs open. My plump breasts hang to the sides as his warm hand palms below my left side, rubbing down my hips and back up. "She's amazing. She- we've always been close." I feel my heart beat quicken and he squeezes my right breast, pinching and pulling the nipple as he thumbs it. "She'd always worked odd jobs, ran through a new boyfriend every week." "We... had a pact- it was stupid- childish... whatever, we wouldn't leave the state without the other and-" I take a deep breath as John's lips close around my right nipple. His tongue lapping and vibrating on it as he pulls back on me, stretching my old tit out. "Mmm... My mother... my mother's a fucking cunt." I snarl as I feel his hand rub gently down my center, pass my naval and push inside my skirt. "Sh-she's a two faced, bitch, wh-who will act like your best friend one week...mmm... only to use what she learned against you the next week." I close my eyes as I feel his familiar young fingers enter me, dipping two fingers between my warm, wet pussy lips. My thighs open for him as he takes a long lap on my breast, biting my nipple some. His fingers jerking left to right on my spread pussy, grinding on my sensitive raw clit. "Ohhh...I..." I try to concentrate. "Mmmm... I- we weren't supposed to leave the other behind to be stuck... oh fuck... stuck with her alone..." His fingers squeezing into my tight hole, fucking me as I ball my toes. "At m-m-my family dinner, yessyes..." I coo, lifting and lowering my hips. "Ashley announced that her new army boyfriend and her were getting married, be...cause..." John's thumb worked between my lips grinding on my clit as he finger fucked my hole. I lose focus as he flicks my clit faster and faster and faster "Ohh fuck..." I screech in a high pitch. He abruptly stops on my clit as he continues long strides at fingering my drenched pussy. "Ohhhh... ohhh..." I pant. "Because...?" John raised his face to mine. Kissing my cheek, my neck. His fingers still fucking me hard and paced. "Mmmm... shit... oh... Because... she got fucking knocked up... Ooohhh..." I groan as he kisses under my chin, pecking down to my chest. "So she's... she said she's moving to California... to be with him...Oh shit baby..." He pulls his fingers out and circles my clit wildly and my hips shutters on him. "My cunt mother's always s-said... that Ashley would have her life together- mmm... together before me- me! Oh..." John spanks my clit, making me jump in shock and joy as I feel a jolt making me think I may cum. But he slows the pace. He traces my pussy lips up and down as his tongue travels pass my tits. He kisses my ribs sending butterflies to my stomach. "Mmmm... that's what she says... to get back at me... as-as... yes- please don't- oooh... ...as an insult..." My breathing turns to panting as my arms instinctually want to go down, but I know he put them above my head to stay. I grab and pull at my hair as my body writhes. His lips come to my waist line and I feel him pull my skirt down and off me. I feel his lips kiss down my waist to my right thigh, giving wet kisses down, and licking back up my inner thigh. Life Escape Pt. 03 "I-I oh... I remember her face, when Ashley announ- Jesus- oh god..." I reflexively close my thighs and I feel him pry my legs wide as I feel his tongue lap an inch away from my pussy and my head is spinning. "When she announced, my mom's first reaction... mmmmmm... Wasn't happy... for her... it was at me... she looked at me," I bite my lip and open my eyes as if I am staring at my mother this instant. "She smiled an- mm- arrogant fuckn smile..." I pant. "And as everyone else congratulated, Ashley, mmm... my mom said, 'told you so.'" My stomach twists for a moment and I realize John had stopped. His head is between my thighs and he looks up at me as he listens. "I left... then and there. Didn't even congratulate my sister. But no matter what I do, I can't get her face out of my head. My mother's stupid fucking, smirk. The only time I forget is- is when I'm with you." He stares at me for a long moment, then kisses my inner thigh hard and deep. I look down and see John spread my pussy lips and make a long lap on my slit with his tongue. "Ooohhhh, John I-" I gasp, lifting my hips. His tongue circles my clit several times, I feel his warm, wet tongue sliding on my bare clit. "Yes! Yes! Ohh... fuck." His smooth hands slide out on my inner thigh spreading my legs wide. He spreads my lips with his tongue as he pushes inside me I feel his long tongue go deep inside my pussy, licking me from bottom to top. "Oh my god, baby!" I cry out. "Oh my g- yes!" His tongue sliding in and out of my hole as his freshly shaved face stubble grinds on my inner thigh. His face fucks my pussy as my hips lift and lower for him and I feel my juices pouring. "Please, don't stop don'tstop..." His right hand slides to my right tit, squeezing my nipple in his powerful hand. He massaged my old breast hard, mashing it into my chest. His lips move to my clit and I feel him pull my hood back as his tongue presses down on me. "OH Fuck!" I scream. My right hand covers my mouth as my eyes go wide and my hips buck. "Ohmmmmmm!" I scream into my hand. His lips suck on my old swollen clit, his nose buried in my unshaven muff. His tongue vibrating on my soaked clit. Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuck... My hips trembling, my stomach flex, my tits bouncing as my back arches. "Oh my god, I'm cumming- I'm fucking cumm-" I moan. My thighs shake and close uncontrollably and I feel the waves pouring over my mind like an endless waterfall as my pussy explodes. I shake and try to pull my sensitive clit from John's tongue but he holds tight, licking and sucking on my pussy as I groan "Ohh..." I cry out. "Ohhhh! Ohhh goddd!" I turn on my side trying to snake my way free but still feel John's tongue lapping faster on my clit. "Oh fuck- me! I'm. Gunna. Cu-uummm again!" My hands jerk to his head as my thighs lock around his young face. I push and pull on his head. Needing his touch and wanting release from it. "Yessss!" I fall backwards. "Oohhh..." My thighs release his face and he grabs me behind the neck, lifting me up and pulls my lips to his. I kiss his wet full lips and taste my own pussy on him. I never tasted it before, but my mind is still swimming and his kisses are aggressive as I reach out and feel his hard cock pointing towards me through his jeans. He tears off his, now wet, t shirt and I help him remove his jeans, I move forward, stroking his cock. He falls to his side pulling me on top of him. I throw a leg over his hip and instantly feel the long of his shaft grinding on my spread pink pussy lips. My hands on his chest, I grind pussy up and down his shaft, circling my hips on him like a porn star as my hair hangs over half my face. "Oooohhh..." I groan, arching my back and closing my eyes. His warm palms rub down the small of my back, around my thick hips, and back up my center, cupping under my breasts that dangle in his face. He squeezes them together as I lower them. His mouth taking my left nipple between his lips sucking it, tonguing it, pulling on it. Mmmmmm... he's so good to me. I'm soo sensitive. "Oh baby," I whisper. Flicking my hair back out of my face. I press my pussy down harder on his shaft, thinking I might cum again before he's even inside. He grabs the back of my neck hard pulling my neck to his mouth. He sucks hard below my ear as he lifts if his fat cock, feeding the head to my pussy lips. And he whispers in my ear softly and strong. "I want you to ride my fucking cock, Debra." Yes, baby, yes! I sit down on his young fucking cock hungrily. Wanting him inside me, wanting him to be pleased. I feel him fill me up and instantly turn to butter in his hands. "Oh fuck, yes, baby," I moan as we kiss. I clench on his cock as I grind it in circles. Him widening my hole as my fat ass works on his cock, flexing front to back. His hands slide to my big ass cheek. He palms it squeezing it so hard as I dig my finger nails into his chest. SMACK! His right hand smacks my left ass cheek. "Ohhh..." I shrug and arch my back as I feel a light sting on my ass. "Yess, baby." I lift my hips up and feel his cock slide out of me before I sit down hard. Slamming his young shaft deep inside me, "Ohhhh!" I cry. My hips rise and fall on his 19 year old cock, feeling him spread me wide, feeling his cock deep inside me. "Oh baby, oh- fuck god. Yes- yes!" I cry out holding my bouncing tits. Feeling their weight strain on my back as my fat tits flop up and down. But I fuck him harder and harder. I hear his cock squishing inside me. My hands feel his young hard body, beneath me, I hear his focused grunts. I ride this teenage cock like a slut and I feel this young stud flexing his cock deep inside me. My pussy lips are red and raw from all of the abuse tonight but I need more. God, I need more... John raises his hips opposite with mine, slamming his cock inside me, and my breathing becomes more guttural and erratic. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He spanks my ass cheek as my hands shoot to cover my face mouth. "Oh my fucking- yes yes! Fuck me!" My hands shuttering as my tits clap together. John's fingers digging into my 40 year old ass cheeks as he slams my pussy down on his young cock. I hear him groan, burying himself between my fat tits. My hands cup behind his neck as I hold him to my breasts, panting, feeling my pussy start to lose control on him. My bangs sticking to my forehead as I sweat, my hair flinging to the side as I ride his fucking cock like a hooker. "Oh god," I gasp, holding my breath as he thrusts inside me. "Cum inside me, baby! Oh fuck, cum inside-" "Ah fuck, I'm gunna cum," John groans pressing his forehead into my chest. Oh my god yes yes yes shoot inside me, John, fill me up- yes! "Yes, baby... please!" I scream riding his fucking cock harder. Losing my breath. "Cum for me, baby! Yes. ...oh fuck... Oh, please cum inside... Oh yes!" I go silent as the only sound is my huge ass pounding down on to John's cock, harder and harder. Then my muscles lock and freeze and John's hands forces my tight cunt up and down on his throbbing hard cock. I hold my breath for minutes as he pounds my dripping twat so hard, I don't even realize how hard I'm squeezing his flexed triceps and chest. "I'm cumming!!" I scream in gasp of shock. "Yes, fuckmefuckmefuck me!" I feel his thrusts become wild and violent. Pounding my pussy as I spasm on his young shaft. I hear his grunt as he breathes into my tits. My cunt swells as his cock throbs inside me, flexing deep against my g spot. I buck and grind uncontrollably as my tits bounce around his cheeks. My pussy squirting a wave down his cock, drenching his shaft as I shake. "Oh god! Oh god!" I cry, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Yes fill me baby yes..." I feel his dick shoot strings of his young hot cum deep inside my hairy old twat. Filling my pulsating pussy lips as I grind on his shaft. Cooing and quivering in his arms as I fall on top of him, never wanting to let his cock fall out of me. "Oh god baby," I pant. "That was amazing. You're amazing." His hands rubbing all over my body, I shiver as I finally feel him pull out of me. We squeeze inside his tight sleeping bag, our legs and arms intertwined. We lay there watching each other for hours. I lay on his chest feeling his deep breaths as my fingers trace imaginary line on his chest. John's fingers brushing through my hair as he rubs down my back. Chills dribble down my spine. I want this moment to last forever. I want this feeling. This freedom to breathe and be... weightless. The birds slowly begin to stir. They chirp and fly between tree limbs as dawn inches closer. My thoughts leaves the now only to touch the subject I don't want to. We have to go. I think through the possibilities. Going back to each other's lives, dating, trying to explain to my family the 20 year old kid I'm fucking. Meeting his parents and finding out I'm older than his mother. No. We run away. We just get in my car and drive. We can find a place. The two of us. Somewhere. That's what we were going to do before anyways. I was driving like mad to get out of there and he was hitchhiking to be free. Perhaps he felt the tension in my body. Perhaps the dawn stirred his mind too. "We have to go back," John says, breaking the silence. I say nothing but hold him tighter. "I realized something last night when you took my hand and... rescued me from the police." I turn my head up to his gaze on his chest, he smiles, toyingly at me, "I realized you're a strong person when you need to be. Just not when you want to be." I smile at him. He continues, "and strong people don't run from their problems." I'm not strong, I know that. I've never been brave or outgoing... but he believes I am. "What about you?" I ask. He shrugs and kisses the top of my head, "you make me want to be strong, too." John holds me tighter as I feel him slipping further away. "I don't even know your last name..." I say. "I don't know where we go from here. I never planned for any of this, I just- I don't know where we go from here." "...Home," He says. Slowly, before dawn strikes, we gather our things. Hanging on each other and holding another. We walk back to my car down the path while holding hands and talking about our plans for the day, and what we are going to say to our families. John laughs at the string of curse words I say I have planned for my mom, and I smile at the big hug I have planned for Ashley. He talks of plans of telling off his parents and changing his major as he works his way through college. Neither of us know if the other would do what they say, but in the moment it doesn't matter. The drive back down I-40 was quiet. We talk and decide not to exchange last names or numbers. We want our moment together to be special and unique. Something to be remembered and not replayed. We toy with the idea of meeting at the same spot a year from now, neither of us being serious, but both of us make a mental note of the rest stop. "You know," John says as I stop back at the intersection where I first found him. The light Sunday morning traffic passing by me. "I never thought of myself as some dominant control kinda guy, till I met you." I bite my lip, "I never really thought of myself as a submissive little slut, till I met you." I tease with a smile. He smiles back holding my hand a moment longer before letting go as he opens his door. "I'll see you..." he says and I just smile back as he closes the door. I drive home feeling hopeful for the first time in years. I laugh as I look down at my stained shirt and my ridiculous cleavage showing. I have no idea what the future holds for me. Tomorrow could be exactly the same as yesterday, but I know I will never have a night like last, again. A person's life is full of epiphanies, but so few are truly acted upon. I look at the clock and see Sunday morning service begins in 45 minutes. I have no control over what may come tomorrow, but today I drive wearing no undergarments, in my torn blouse, and semen stained skirt for my Mother's house. And I can't wipe this grin off my face.