
This is another true story meant for adults only.



                           The Hitchhiker


     Maureen gazed somewhat unbelievably yet very pleased by the
reflection that came back to her from the full-length mirror
hanging on the back of her bedroom door.  It was important that
the bright red knit top be stretched just right across her
unencumbered breasts.  The top had to be just right so that her
puckered and swollen nipples, just out of clear view, left little
to the imagination as they threatened to burst through the thin
material.
      She tugged slightly at the black mini skirt that was barely
long enough to cover her mature ass, satisfied that there was no
way she to sit or bend without exposing her naked pussy.
With her red hair teased to the max and smelling powerfully of
cheap cologne, she looked and felt like a twenty-five dollar
street-hooker.
    "Perfect," she said aloud as she carefully spun around on her
red spike heels. As she got a panoramic view of a Sunday School
teacher turned whore, she wondered...  What would Reverend Barnes
think if he could see her now?  She smiled as she wondered if the
sight of her would make the good reverend's dick hard.

     Five minutes later, nervous but ready, Maureen backed her
car out of the garage.  As she did, a cool breeze from the air
conditioner blew between her legs, through the closely trimmed
red hair of her pussy and up the crack of her ass.  The feeling
gave her an unusual tingle.  She felt nasty, naughty but more
than that; a freedom she'd never known.  Even the cool air was no
match for either the heat or the sudden flow of juices she felt
escaping from her warm cunt.
     Heading for the highway, she'd just made the turn onto the
interstate when she saw him.  He was walking about five hundred
feet ahead.   Taking a deep breath, she mashed harder on the
accelerator.
Even from this distance, she knew he was exactly what she was
looking for.  By now she was sitting in a puddle of her own
juices.  Just watching him walk down the side of she the road
brought on a tiny orgasm that flooded her already wet pussy.  The
way his tattered Levis clung to his butt like a second skin
caused a slight ache in her nipples.  She let her eyes drift
upward to the definition of his back muscles, broad shoulders and
narrow waist.  His tightly fitting white T-shirt flexed with each
step, every swing of his arms sent ripples up his back and a
tingling thorough Maureen`s body.  Everything about him, even the
way he carried the small duffle bag slung over his shoulder,
exuded sexuality.
As she approached, he turned to stick out his thumb.
He was tall and lean.  His chest as impressive as his backside,
his bulging biceps filling the sleeves of the tight T-shirt, his
waist flat and tight.  He was clean-shaven, showing off a
chiseled jaw and high cheekbones.  To Maureen looking at him was
like looking at a magazine ad for men's cologne or jeans.  His
light brown hair fell freely almost to his shoulders.  Probably
no more than twenty-one years old, he was at least ten years ten
years Maureen's junior.
     She stopped the car about fifty feet in front of him and
pushed the button to lower the window on the passenger side,
squirming in her seat as she watched him run to catch up.
      When he leaned into the window Maureen had a surprise
waiting for him.  She was leaning over the console, giving the
young stranger a clear view of her heavy mounds, all the way down
to the large and very swollen dark brown nipples.
     Without hesitation, the young man's eyes sent a message to
his brain, demanding more blood be sent to his cock.  The brain
responded, creating a large bugle in the crotch of his jeans.  A
bulge that did not go unnoticed by Maureen.
    Maureen watched, awed, as his jeans tightened right before
her eyes  "Need a ride?"  She asked.
What she was thinking however was that it was she who needed a
ride.  She needed a ride on the cock that was making that
impressive bulge.
     "Yeah," he said,  trying not stare to openly as the swaying
globes Maureen had been so kind to put on display.  Opening the
door and climbing in, his attention was quickly diverted from
Maureen's heavy breasts by the sight of her smooth, naked thighs.
     "So, what's you're name?"  Maureen asked.
     "Paul... Paul Larkin."
     She flashed him her best Sunday School smile, warm and
friendly.  "I'm Maureen. Where are you headed Paul Larkin?"
       "California."
     "Well, I'm not going that far, but can give you a ride."  A
ride you'll never forget, she thought.
      They rode in silence for a short time, Maureen pretending
not to notice his eyes darting from her legs and her breasts.  It
was as if he couldn't decide which he liked better, a delightful
dilemma that drove Maureen`s already sloppy cunt to a newer,
wetter and even hotter level.  Even with her eyes straight ahead,
she could feel her clit hardening and her cunt lips swelling, her
gash opening wider.  She was ready to be fucked right now.  Slow
down, she told herself.  There is plenty of time.  Still, her
hormones raced at the thought of his young hot meat between her
legs.
      It was she who broke the silence. "Do you smoke?"
      "Yeah, he said with a boyish smile, want one?"  He reached
into his rear jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of
Marlboros.
     "No, I mean do you smoke pot?"  She loved his naiveté.
    "Oh, he blushed; yeah I've tried it a few times."
     Maureen reached between her breasts with two fingers,
pretending to be unable to find the joint she'd hidden there
before leaving home.
     "I have a joint down there somewhere, but I can't find it. 
Would you help me?"
      "Yeah, sure."  His face reddened.
     Maureen leaned forward him allowing Paul to snake a warm
hand between her breasts.  His long, nimble fingers brought her
already erect nipples to an even greater stage of alert. Just as
she'd hoped, he took the opportunity to caress both of her
swollen breasts in an effort to find the elusive joint.  Finally,
he found the neatly rolled cigarette under her left breast and
laid it on the console between them.
      "How old are you?"  She asked as small pulses of desire
flooded over her.
     "Eighteen." He thrust his chest forward proudly.
     "So... you smoke.  Do you drink?"
      "You mean like beer and stuff?"
      "Yeah, like beer and stuff." She couldn't keep from
smiling.
     "Yeah, I like beer."
     "Well, why don't we go back to my house?  I've got some cold
beer in the fridge, and we could toke that joint.  Have our own
little party, what do you think?"
      "Sounds good," he spoke without ever taking his eyes off
her naked thighs, his mind imagining the heaven that lay between
them.
       In less than ten minutes they were in Maureen's living
room.  The kid took a seat on the sofa while she went to the
kitchen to get them a beer.
      Before sitting down, Maureen lit the joint and took a big
hit, before passing it on to him.  They passed the joint back and
forth smoking about half of it before she laid it aside in an
ashtray.
     Feeling the effects of the beer and the grass, she leaned
toward him again, showing off her breasts. "See anything you
like?"
     "Yeah, I think I do," he tried to sound cool but couldn't
quite pull it off.
     Paul's inexperience was driving Maureen mad with passion. 
She could feel small electrical shocks running from her pussy all
the way up to her aching nipples.   Deciding to act, she planted
a hard, passionate wet kiss on his lips, sucking his tongue into
her mouth.
      Like a true innocent, Paul didn't know what to do with his
hands.
     Maureen could see she was going to have to do it all.  But
that was okay.  In fact it was better than okay.  The thought of
seducing this kid really had her blood pumping and her cunt
throbbing.
      "Are you having any fun?" She asked between sloppy kisses.
     All Paul could manage was a nod.  His dick felt as if it
were going to explode but still he was afraid to take any
initiative.  He didn't want to do anything to that might
interrupt her momentum.
     Maureen broke away from his mouth and immediately focused
all of her attention on unbuckling his jeans.   She was pleased
when she tugged the tight denim down over his hips and saw that
he wasn't wearing any underwear.  It pleased her too, that his
dick was at full attention and was every bit as large as she had
imagined.  She gazed at the swollen tool for a moment, mentally
measuring it.  Fairly certain it was the biggest she'd ever seen,
she guessed it to be at least eight or more inches in length and
almost that in girth. Grabbing the monster with both hands, her
head was filled with visions of her pussy stretching to
accommodate such a gigantic weapon.  She could almost feel the
massive head burrowing through her followed by his steely length.
 The thought thrilled her, sending fresh waves of desire
throughout her body.
     Finally, stretching her lips over the head, she tasted the
first salty drops of the cum that leaked from the tip. She
continued to force her mouth wider, swallowing his tool until the
soft head bumped against the back of her throat.  Maureen found
herself gasping for air, trying to breathe through her nose as
his enormous dick threatened to suffocate her.   Finally, unable
to breathe, she pulled back, licking the tip, once again tasting
his cum.
     Paul closed his eyes and rested his head on the back on the
sofa. Maureen's mouth felt warm and wet, and her experience
showed, not like younger women.  The only problem was; he was
ready to explode.  It was all he could do to keep from flooding
her talented mouth with his hot jizz.
Maureen took her time teasing his soft uncut foreskin with her
tongue; gently kissing and sucking the swollen head feeling him
expand to even greater proportions in her mouth.  She sensed that
he would not last much longer.  However, as much as she enjoyed
the taste of Paul's young cock and would have loved to feel him
pulsing in her mouth, emptying his balls, the fire between her
legs was screaming for some attention of its own.  More than
anything, she wanted to feel his cock ripping through her,
pounding her cunt hard and fast.
     "Come with me," Maureen commanded as she stood and led him
by his cock into the bedroom.  Paul struggled to keep up as his
jeans fell down around his knees.  In the bedroom she pulled his
T-shirt over his head, placed one hand on his chest and pushed
him backwards onto the bed.
     "Just enjoy the show." Very slowly Maureen removed her top,
allowing her full, mature tits to bounce freely, finally coming
to rest heavy against her chest.
     Paul couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Maureen,
standing before him, teasing her nipples while at the same time,
slowly gyrating her hips. Suddenly, she thrust her hips forward
and ran one long finger along the slit between her legs.  Then
making a show of the moisture on her fingertip, she sucked the
glistening finger into her mouth.
Paul was sure Maureen and her show was the hottest thing he'd
ever seen.  Maureen took his breath away. From the sway of her
full, heavy breasts to her neatly trimmed red bush and wide
mature hips, she was sexiest woman he'd ever seen.
     Maureen slowly turned to show him her backside.  Teasingly,
she bent over spreading the cheeks of her ass, opening the
swollen lips of her pussy.  The moisture that leaked from her
gaping cunt glistened and clung to the short red hairs like the
morning dew clings to the grass, droplets of her moisture
glistening like diamonds in the palely lit room.  	Maureen turned
back just in time to see Paul stroking his dick squeezing a drop
of cum from the tip.  It was Maureen's turn to be overwhelmed as
she watched the head of Paul's dick change colors; going from
scarlet to deep purple.  Another stroke and another drop leaked
from the tip. This time she was quick enough to catch the oozing
cum on her tongue before it was lost.
     Maureen pulled back just enough to wrap her long fingers
around one breast, shoving her swollen nipple toward Paul's
mouth.
     He raised his head to meet her, attacking the nipple like a
starving child, stretching his mouth in an effort to devour the
smooth tender flesh.
      Maureen sighed, and wondered who was enjoying all of this
more.  She was as hot as she'd ever been, and the best part was
she was in charge.  She could do anything she wanted.  The kid
was completely submissive. She pulled her nipple from his hungry
mouth and pushed him hard onto his back.
Paul didn't have time to catch his breath before Maureen was
straddle his face, smothering his mouth with her gaping cunt.  He
gasped for air, struggling to breathe.  However, he was quickly
addicted to the sweet nectar on his tongue.  Like a swimmer, he
turned his head to take a breath then immediately plunged right
back in.
     Maureen was out of control, showing the youngster no mercy.
As he licked and sucked her smoldering cunt, she could feel a
massive wave building deep in her gut, causing her to grind her
clit hard against his mouth.
Paul could feel Maureen's hole like a vacuum on his tongue,
pulling it inside her.  He was helpless as the crazed woman
fucked his tongue like a miniature cock. He heard her scream just
before her body tensed, she shivered and filled his mouth with a
flood of sweet juices.
Still needing more, Maureen moved her still erupting pussy from
Paul's mouth to his steely young dick, her pussy engulfing his
gargantuan tool in one swift motion.   She could feel her pussy
gobbling up his cock like a starving animal as she swallowed him
up in one quick hard plunge.  His cock felt like a hot poker
burning his desire into her.  She sat up, arching her back,
grinding her open gash hard against his pelvis rocking back and
forth massaging her clit against his pelvic bone.  Reaching
between them she pulled her pussy lips wide apart exposing her
clit to the young man below her.
     Paul was desperately trying to control his explosion.  But
she was riding him like a wild bucking bull.  He sat half way up
and took one breast in each hand squeezing hard, burying his
fingers into her soft flesh; mauling and roughly kneading her
tits, all of this while he thrust his hips upward trying to climb
inside her.
     Maureen let go of her clit long enough to squeeze the base
of Paul's cock hard cock in an effort to delay his eruption.  Her
tits ached as he buried his strong fingers into her soft flesh.
 But she didn't care her insides were tingling ready to let go of
another ocean of cum.  "Oh fuck," She screamed and showered his
cock with sticky juices.  Then she said something she'd never
said in her life.  "Fuck me in the ass."
She'd done anal before, but it had always been done very gently
and she definitely had never begged to be fucked in the ass.
      Paul was taken completely off guard.  He'd never fucked a
woman in the ass. "Are you sure?"
     "Yes," She begged, "plow my ass with that big fucking dick."
 She dismounted and got on her knees resting her upper body on
her elbows, her ass sticking straight up in the air.  Looking
over her shoulder, she watched Paul finish undressing.  His cock
waved like a large flagpole, covered with her juices, glistening
in the dark.  A small drop of cum leaked from the tip.  It was
the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.  She couldn't believe all
the things she was feeling.  She wanted him to stick his
throbbing pole in her ass and fuck her without mercy.  She didn't
care how much it hurt.  She wanted to act as nasty and as dirty
as she could.
       She was prepared for whatever pain was to come.  To her
surprise however, her ass opened freely to him.  Paul had started
to penetrate her tiny brown hole little by little, trying to be
gentle. That however was not what she had wanted so Maureen
slammed her ass backward impaling herself on his thick hard pole,
letting out a loud guttural groan, a mixture of pain and ecstasy,
as his cock ripped into her ass.
     "Are you all right?" Paul whispered into her ear.
     "Oh yeah," she said breathlessly.  "Fuck me."
      And he did.  Slowly at first, still afraid he was going to
hurt her.    But when she started to thrusting against him, he
too got caught up in the passion.  Grabbing her ass in both
hands, burying his strong fingers into her soft flesh, he held
her tightly and began pounding her relentlessly, slamming his
meat deep into her ass with as much violence as he could muster.
Without him realizing it, his attitude had changed.  He no longer
wanted to be gentle.  He wanted to be rough, mean.  He wanted to
fuck her angrily.  He wanted to rip through her ass with his
cock.  He wanted to dump his load as deep in her butt as he
could.
     With every ass-busting stroke Maureen could feel Paul's
balls slapping against her open gash. With one hand she reached
between her legs rubbing her clit roughly, pulling, pinching and
twisting the hardened nub. Suddenly she felt Paul's strong
fingers digging even deeper into the flesh of her hips, gripping
the cheeks of her ass in his strong hands pulling her ass hard
against him.  She let out a scream of pleasurable pain as she
felt the fully expanded head of his dick go even deeper,
exploring uncharted areas of her ass.  Then, with loud groans of
pleasure, he was erupting inside her like a small volcano,
filling her ass with the hot molten lava that spewed from his
cock.
     Maureen joined him with a mind crashing orgasm of her own as
she first pounded the bed with her fists before grabbing handfuls
of bedding in her fingers, all in an effort to deal with all that
was happening inside her ass, the pain and the pleasure.  She
didn't really know which it was.
     Simultaneously and in unison the two lovers rolled as one
onto their sides.  Paul's dick still hard, giving off tiny pulses
in Maureen's ass as the last of his cum dribbled from the tip. 
He put one arm around her cupping her left breast tenderly while
at the same time pulling her close to him.
    "I love you," he said.
     "MMMMMM," was all she could manage at first.  Then she
added, "That was a nice touch shaving off your beard.  It made
you look ten years younger."
     "The next fantasy is yours," he said.
     "MMMMMM, okay," Maureen said as she smiled.  As her
husband's cock began to shrink, slipping slowing from the grasp
of her ass, She thought to herself, I really love this man; he
still believes this was his fantasy.




