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CHAPTER THREE

After that first time I had several long talks with myself. Without the distraction of a dick in front of me, I was more inclined to pay attention to my mental arguments against hitchhiking for sex.

Over and over again I decided that I would never do it again. But even more frequently my desire won out.

If only I could get Leo to throw a decent fuck in me, I decided, maybe I'd cool down during the daytime and forget about sucking that man's dick in the car. I laid out all my charms for him one night, even going so far as smearing my cunt lips with some raspberry feminine deodorant.

After making sure Leo was in a good mood by serving his favorite dinner, and patiently listening to a boring account of the latest administrative bickering at the university, I excused myself and went into the bedroom. Slipping out of my clothes, I slid some black net stockings over my legs and secured them to a satin garter belt I'd snapped around my waist.

Lying on the bed, I spread my legs, looking at my cunt with a hand mirror. Wanting everything to be perfect, I fluffed my pussy hair and made sure my cunt-lips were hanging out. So my labia would look wet and aroused, I rubbed some spit on them.

By the time I finished massaging myself, my pussy was almost drooling.

With my cunt flexing exquisitely from between my spread thigh, I called Leo.

"Yeah?" he yelled back.

"Could I see you in the bedroom, dear?"

"Oh, hell, can't you do whatever it is yourself?" he whined.

"Please."

"Oh, all right," he grumbled.

As I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom, I closed my eyes, imagining how his cock would swell up in his pants the instant he saw my wetly spread pussy. I played with my nipples, making them as hard as possible while I nervously awaited his arrival. If this didn't work I didn't know what I was going to do.

"Okay, what's the deal?" he said impatiently.

"What do you want?"

He looked at me, not blinking. It was as though his glasses made it possible for him to see through the walls and he was engrossed in something beyond the bedroom more interesting then my open pussy.

"Can't you see?"

"What?"

"Me!"

"Sure, I've seen you lots," he said. "So what?"

"So what!" I wailed, unable to believe his indifference. Drawing my legs up in front of my crotch, I said bitterly, "Can't you see I wanted to fuck? That I was offering my pussy to you? Is that all you can come up with at the sight of my cunt? I know it's been around for years, but it's still a pretty damn attractive pussy, if I do say so myself."

"I guess I'm just used to seeing it around all the time," he said blandly. "If I don't have it specifically on my mind I might as well be looking at a lamp."

"Well, clearly you didn't have it on your mind tonight," I fumed.

"Not when the Marx Brothers are on at nine o'clock. If you're still hot to trot after it's over, well, maybe I'll fuck you."

"Don't hold your breath," I cut him off and got up and stomped off into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, I decided between sobs that I wasn't going to let Leo get the best of me. I been married to him for five years, and each had been progressively more boring. And sexless. I hadn't been taking the pill for almost a year now, but we didn't fuck enough any more for me to get pregnant.

Perhaps if we had had a child I might have made a different decision. At least a baby would have given me someone to share my life with. But Leo alone provided almost no meaningful companionship. And if I didn't get it at home, I'd have to get it elsewhere.

I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Twenty-eight and there were circles under my eyes and wrinkles at the corners. My face looked worn-out.

Then I ran my hands over my body. My tits were firm and resilient. My belly was still hard. My pussy throbbed between my solid thighs.

Thank God, my body was still youthful and firm and shapely. The only way I could erase the age from my fate, and the depression and frustration from my mind, was to use my body to its best advantage.

My mind raced back to the encounter with the man in the car. How my body had taken his breath away as I sucked his cock and he finger-fucked my cunt. I realized I had to have more.

I smiled as I watched my thumb pass back and forth in front of my face while I practiced the classic hitchhiker's gesture. My cunt tightened into a wet knot at the mere suggestion of hitting the road.

I couldn't wait until Leo went to work tomorrow. I had to go now. The movie was on until eleven. That meant two golden hours to myself.

"Where are you going?" he asked as I walked across the living room toward the front door.

"Commercial's over," I distracted him, watching his head snap back toward the tube so he wouldn't miss a second of his precious Marx Brothers. Before he could notice I was leaving, I was out the door, certain that if I returned before eleven he would never know I'd been gone.

By the time I was outside my cunt was foaming in anticipation. Pussy juice seeped through my panties and glazed my thighs. I was ready for anything.

I walked over a few blocks, getting out of our neighborhood so there would be less chance of getting picked up by someone I knew. Also, I wanted the place where I hitched to be well-lighted so male drivers could get a good look at me and I'd get a ride quickly.

Although it was chilly, I was dressed lightly, without a coat. In fact, I'd just thrown a sweater and skirt over that ridiculous garter belt I'd put on to seduce Leo. My breasts pushed freely against the cashmere, and my cunt dripped in bare wetness between my quivering thighs. Any driver that got a good look at me could guess what I had on my mind with my tits and hips shimmying under my thin, clinging clothes.

The first car looked a lot like the first one that had picked me up. Green. A Dodge or something. Clean and waxed like it was rented.

And, as he drove closer, I could see that the driver was another middle-aged yahoo with a red face and bad taste in clothes.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I didn't want to repeat myself. Minutes ago it would have seemed inconceivable to me that I would have passed up a potential cock under any circumstances. But now I realized that each experience had to be different or it wouldn't do me any good.

When the middle-aged guy in the green Dodge slowed down, I waved him on, acting like I was expecting a ride from someone else.

And I was. God, I couldn't wait to find out who. Just then my ear-drums were practically shattered by the blast of an engine that sounded like it was roaring out of hell. I looked to my left, and a black, chopped Camaro came screaming around the corner.

Even from my distance I could see that the driver was the most adorable teenage punk since Fabian. The street light glistened off his black hair as he barreled toward me, his face twisted with adolescent intensity. My mind was already measuring his teenage cock.

Instantly I knew he was the one I wanted.

I wanted to stop him quick.

Instead of just jerking my thumb to show I wanted him to pick me up, I poured it on. Sliding my skirt up my thigh, I got my crotch in full view, flexing my pussy through my invisibly clinging panties.

My message was loud and dear: stop and fuck me!

Unfortunately, he was going so fast that he whizzed right by me. However, from the amazed expression I caught on his face as he roared by, I knew he'd be back.

The screech of his slamming brakes filled the air. Suddenly, with the smell of burnt rubber reeking in the air, he roared backward about as fast as he'd been going forward.

"Hey, you lookin' for a party?" he called over the squealing of his tires and brakes as he lurched to a stop in front of me.

"Sure am," I said, not waiting for him to ask me to get in before I opened the door. I was inside in seconds, wiggling my buns against his tuck and rolled upholstery while I slammed the door shut.

"Where ya goin'?" he drawled with a cockeyed grin that split his acne-pocked pace.

"Straight to your crotch," I said matter of factly, not wanting to waste any time.

He just stared at me, goggle-eyed for a moment.

"Well," I said impatiently, "how about it?"

He gulped and then the color returned to his cheeks. "You got it," he said in a voice that tried to be bold, but was transparently nervous. I suspected my little tiger was wondering if he'd bit off more than he could chew.

I smirked at the thought of me intimidating him. He was trying so hard to be important in his big, black car and his leather jacket. He was such a punk! I just adored him.

"Whaddaya laughin' at, bitch?" he set his quivering tower lip and tried to growl. "I been with funkier sluts than you."

"Sure, Tiger, sure," I cooed. "Now what do you say we stop playing games and get over to the side of the road in a dark place so we can fuck."

"Why don't you just blow me while I'm driving," he said out of the corner of his mouth, his confidence returning when he saw how much I really wanted it. "You know, I got to keep cruisin'. There's only so many hours in a night, and I got to be seen. Dig?"

"No, I want to fuck," I said firmly, knowing that nothing would do tonight but a cock in my pussy… my cunt filled with cum. "Pull over, or I'll jump out and hitch with the next stud that comes along."

"Yeah," he spat with disgust, "and it's just my luck it'll be Pico Gazzara, my only competition for the baddest ass around. He'll lay it on with the story of this great piece of ass he found in the street for days, while I sit around thinkin' of how it coulda been me. Okay, lady, you got your fuck."

"Groovy," I chirped like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader flirting with the school hood, running my fingers through his greasy black hair.

Being a teenager he naturally knew all the best parking spots. Within minutes we were cut off from the rest of the world under a dark grove of trees, my hand at his fly.

His cock sprang out of his greasy jeans like a switchblade. It was long and slim, a graceful arc of cutting adolescent sexuality.

When my lips caressed his prick it tasted of sweat and grime, reeking of the casual hygiene of hot-rodding teenage boys. The saltiness of his cock made my nostrils flare as I wrapped my lips further and further down his curving shaft.

"Oh, Jesus, lady," he dropped his cool. "You sure suck good. Real good."

Releasing his dick so I could talk, I said, "Would you like to have it in my cunt?"

"You better believe it," he rasped, his cock jutting out an extra fraction of an inch in response to my wanton offer.

"I'll get in the back seat," I said recalling my teenage days. "I'll lean against the window and spread my legs so you'll have a perfect shot at my pussy."

"Faaaaaarrrr oooouuuuttttt," he whistled through his teeth, rubbing his dick while I hoisted myself over the seat.

In the back, I quickly stripped out of my skirt and spread my legs. With one leg hooked over the front seat, and the other over the back, my pussy was flexing between my thighs like a hairy, wet fist. The garter belt and black net stockings I still had on just made my cunt seem lewder – if that was possible for such an already dripping, split gash.

"Shit motherfuck!" he exclaimed when he saw me in all my mouth-watering splendor. "I can dig it!"

"Just dig your prick into my cunt," I cracked, "and everything will be groovy."

He made a swan dive from the top of the front seat and landed belly to belly with me. His cock immediately began pushing against the outer lips of my pussy, plunging toward my slobbering fuck canal. Never were a cock and cunt more ready to fuck.

"Get it in me," I pleaded. "Ram me with your cock. Fill me with it."

He didn't say anything, answering by blasting his prick to the hilt up my slippery pussy. In an instant I could feel his balls churning against the bottom of my snatch.

"How long is it?" I gasped, not believing how far he had penetrated me.

"Ten inches," he said proudly as he slid in and out of me in the classic fucking motion.

"Are you sure?" I panted. "God, it feels more like a foot."

"Thanks, lady," he said. "Now let's fuck."

It was unbelievable how good he was for his age. Ten or twelve years ago, when I was getting my first real taste of sex, teenage boys were all fumblers. Their cocks never seemed big enough to fill an adolescent pussy.

As he fucked me, I recalled losing my virginity in the back seat of an Olds at a drive-in showing a double-bill of "Man for all Seasons" and "Hot Rods to Hell". For my first fuck, that boy's cock couldn't have been more than five inches long, and he hardly knew what to do with what equipment he had. He came before I had even gotten started, just busting my maidenhead before he spewed his goo all over me. Then, I was convinced that screwing wasn't all it was cracked up to be. If only I'd known what I knew now.

"Harder, harder," I begged. "More, more, more!"

H's prick was like a steel rod in my cunt, splitting my loins with its fantastic hardness. I snaked my hand between our loins, squeezing his pulsing balls. It would only be a matter of time before they exploded with a shower of cum.

Buckling my hips, I tightened my cunt around his surging cock, twisting it so it could no longer withstand coming. Its barbed head gouged my cervix, practically entering my spasming womb.

"Come, you bastard, come!" I shrieked. "I can't wait any longer!"

"Neither can I!" he bleated, and then unleashed a torrent of cum.

My pussy was instantly filled with his cream, hot goo cooling my insides. Orgasm overwhelmed me at once, and I knew it wasn't going to stop for a long time. Suddenly I remembered the legendary capacity of teenage boys to come and come and come, and I knew the fun was just beginning.

Pulling back, I heard his cock slurp out of my cunt. When I looked down I saw to my satisfaction that his prick was still as hard as ever, despite the cum it had just spent – cum that dribbled from the long, twitching cock like gravy off a turkey leg.

"Suck me, suck me," he said. "Then I'll be able to come right away again."

Jesus, I thought, these kids really have it together these days.

How could I resist plunging my lips around a beautiful prick like this? I slid my mouth down it, hungrily lapping up the residual cum.

"Now, between your tits," he said, practically foaming at the mouth at the prospect of realizing one of his fantasies.

And one of mine, too. I couldn't wait to press my tits around his surging cock and jack him off to another creamy ejaculation.

When his prick was finally between my heaving, squeezing breasts, it was heaven. The steel strength of his thrusting saber was incredible between my compressed tits, the friction racking my body with thrills.

Something oozed from my nipples as I rubbed them against the sides of his surging shaft, creamy evidence of intense arousal. The veins of his cock rubbed against my sensitive tit flesh, hot columns of blood pulsing between my compressed breasts while he gloriously tit-fucked me.

Within mere minutes of his first ejaculation he came again. This time the hot cum splashed against my chest and face, dribbling down my tits and chin and neck. I licked my lips, gobbling up as much of it as I could. When he pulled his prick out from the crevice of my tits, I raised my breasts to my mouth and lapped the semen. Running my tongue over my nipples was excruciating.

"Now where do you want it?" he asked, his cock eagerly throbbing in front of him.

"My ass!" I cried. "Fuck me in the ass!"

"On all fours… like a dog," he directed.

Despite the limited confines of the Camaro, I quickly complied. Hunching over on the back seat on my hands and knees, I spread the cheeks of my ass as far as I could, presenting him a delicious rear-view of my asshole.

"Jesus," he gasped, "it's so juicy it looks like a cunt."

I knew it was true because for a long time I'd felt my anus oozing a viscous discharge of arousal just like a second pussy. There would be no trouble with penetration because my cock-hungry ass was as wet as it could be.

"Spread your buns with your hands and I'll stick it in," he said.

Clasping my fingers to my cheeks, I pulled my ass-cheeks apart even further. The air was suddenly filled with a raw scent – the musky odor of my open asshole.

Now I could feel the head of his cock throbbing against the fluttering ridges of my rectum. The friction was maddening as he rubbed his meat against my bunghole, agitating the tiny ring to the bursting point.

Then he was gouging in. His cock-head slipped inside my asshole and slipped down my anal canal. Inch after inch of hot, throbbing cock filled my shit-pit, until, finally, I could feel him all the way in my colon. Hot shit boiled and gurgled within me, tightening in a hot knot around the magnet of his dick.

Firmly implanted in my ass, he began sliding his cock back and forth. The friction was so intense that I was practically breathing fire as a result of it.

"Finger-fuck my pussy while you're cornholing me, I directed, anxious for all the stimulation I could get."

His hand gouged into my cunt, three fingers shooting up to my cervix in one twisting thrust. I ground my hips toward him, undulating my pussy and ass against his fingers and cock.

My pussy foamed in his hand, covering him with goo all the way to his wrist. Sucking up his fingers, my cunt-lips slid greasily all over his hand. His thumb pressed my clit, arousing me even more.

In my ass his long, hard cock was moving back and forth in six-inch strokes. The walls of my anus were tugged one way and then jerked the other, clinging to his shifting foreskin. At the pit of my bowels, the head of his prick bruised against my most sensitive rectal pressure point, giving me an anal orgasm to go along simultaneously with the monster ravaging my cunt.

Riding on the crest of dual orgasm, I cried with wild abandon, "Come in me! Fill my ass with cum!"

My body shuddered when I realized I couldn't wait any longer for him to fill my shit-pit with his cum. Moving my ass from side to side, and then up and down, back and forth, I grasped his cock tightly and squeezed. Twisting him inside me, I felt his prick swell a fraction or an inch and knew that I would be getting my wish.

His cum exploded in my ass, surging immediately into my bowels. Sperm and shit mingled hotly in the core of my body.

Cum was everywhere. A huge excess squirted from my ass and smeared all over my crack and buns and cunt. It was all over his fingers and balls. His cock was completely covered with it by the time it had finished shooting its last wad and started to pull out of my creaming ass.

Both my holes filled to overflowing with fresh, young cum from the multiple fucks rapidly thrown into me, I rolled over and just lay moaning on the seat. My legs were spread as far apart as they could go, letting my exhausted cunt and aching asshole drain their excesses of cum.

Gradually my orgasm subsided and my senses started to return. When they did I realized the car was moving, although I was still spread-eagled naked in the back of it.

"Hey, what's going on?" I called up to my teenage mystery lover, only able to see his greasy hair with him hunched over the wheel of the rumbling Camaro. "Where are we going?"

"To the Big Hunk Drive-In."

"What for?"

"To show you off. Pico Gazzara's gonna be eatin' it for weeks after I lay you on everybody," he said jubilantly. "It ain't everyday a dude scores with older pussy."

"I don't believe this," I gasped incredulously.

"Yeah, I know it's pretty fantastic. Just stick with me, baby, and you'll live forever."

Stunned, I just sat there with my mouth agape. "In fact," he continued, "I feel so groovy tonight, I'll tell you what… I'll not only take you over to the Big Hunk to meet the crowd, I'll buy you a burger while we're there. On the house. A Big Hunk Burger, no less, their deluxe burger that comes with fries. You'll have to lay out for your own drink, though, 'cause I'm pretty close to tapped out. I'm savin' up for new dual carbs."

Suddenly the whole experience had degenerated from marvelous raw sex to the pits. I didn't want to be hassled, even by a eighteen-year-old boy with greasy hair and an adorable cock. If I wanted somebody thinking they owned me, I could go home to Leo.

All I'd wanted from this kid was sex. When he started acting like a regular person – which meant he started taking me for granted – forget it.

Determined to remember him as he was – an outrageously attractive punk with a stiff cock – I left the kid hunching over his steering wheel, jumping out of the car at a stop light. He didn't even seem to notice, being more interested in preparing for an impromptu drag race with an equally greasy teenager in a Mustang who'd pulled alongside of us.

As I scampered away, I looked at my watch. 10:30. A taxi would get me home before the end of the Marx Brothers, and Leo wouldn't even know that I'd been gone.