Free Story – Hitchin’ A Ride

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A horny babe turns a couple’s getaway weekend into a raging sex party.

I have been banging my little brunette bride for well over 15 years. You would think that in that length of time, we’d have tried everything in the broad range of human sexuality at least once. I thought we had, but Rosie kept coming up with fresh ideas on how to keep my cock jumping out of my pants and her own little pussy wet and happy.

An incurable junkyard junkie, Rosie’s latest find was a sex flick that boasted 101 Ways to Sexual Satisfaction. Ecstatic over her find, Rosie dug around in my pockets and devised enough loose change to send our boys off for an afternoon of video games. I certainly had no objections. And having Rosie dig around in my jeans while I was still wearing them was a real cock-tease. By the time the door slammed behind our excited youngsters, I was ready to throw their mother down on the kitchen floor and fuck the living daylights out of her.

Rosie had other ideas, however. She knelt before me and unzipped my jeans, releasing the raging cock I had ready and waiting for her. She rubbed it lovingly, teased it a moment with her sweet tongue, then, cock in one hand, dirty little book in the other, Rosie led me down the hall to our big brass bed.

An hour later, my cock was still hard, my back was breaking, and my balls were ready to burst. Rosie’s book lay on the bed beside us, and I figured we must have covered at least half of it in that hour. I groaned in agony as Rosie casually flipped to another page. Having cum twice in the last hour, she showed no signs of slackening the pace.

For fuck’s sake, Rosie, I feel like a contortionist in a fucking freak show. Have a little mercy, huh?” I demanded grumpily.

Rosie gave me a slow, wicked smile. “Just a couple more positions, honey, please?” She leaned over to lick her juices from the head of my bulging prick. Rosie knows better than to do much of that; she’s too darn good at it.
“Suck it for me, baby,” I moaned. “My dick has been hard so long, my balls are beginning to hurt.”
“Okay,” she grinned, “but just a little.”

Now my Rosie is a cocksucker from way back. Between those skillful jaws, my prick goes from a flaccid little wimp to a bursting, spurting eight-inch fountain in two minutes flat. Like I said, Rosie’s good at it, and she enjoys her work so much.
What I didn’t want the fuck-happy little broad to know was that “just a little” of that sweet-sucking mouth was all I wanted. She’d been torturing my cock for over an hour, and I intended to empty the gigantic load I’d built up into her tight, clutching throat. Rosie’s cheeks dimpled prettily as she slurped happily away, one dainty hand moving between my legs to gently caress my heavy balls. A couple of good long pulls, and I’d be giving that lady one whopping dose of my own special medicine: Dr. Malone’s white root juice.

My body was tensing for the final plunge, my hands buried in Rosie’s thick, dark mane, when the tele­ phone rang with bone-jarring, nerve­ shattering intensity. “Rosie, don’t…” But Rosie was already halfway across the bed, scrambling to reach the blasted thing. She sprawled across the bed on her stomach, speaking with quiet reserve as she always did, showing no sign those delectable heart-shaped lips had just moments before held a hunk of male meat between them.

Her cute, firm little ass winked invitingly up at me. Struck by a sudden thought, I winked back at it. There’s more than one way to skin a cat or pop a load. Before Rosie realized what I was up to, I crawled between those luscious thighs and parted her ass cheeks, dipping my tongue into her warm crevice to lick and tickle her tiny, puckered anus. “Oh, Marty’s doing just fine,” I heard her say into the phone. “Right now, he’s munching on my ass.”

“Rosie!” I exclaimed. She twisted her head around to grin mischievously at me. “It’s Gloria,” she mouthed before continuing her conversation.
My balls tightened automatically as a picture of Rosie’s beautiful blonde girlfriend swam before my eyes. Gloria with the big tits and the lovely, round ass. Just thinking about the way Rosie’s delicate fingers had parted those chubby cheeks and eased the way for my stiff pole to enter her friend’s welcoming bung hole made my mind swim with ecstatic memory and my cock stretch with intense yearning. I let my saliva drool down onto Rosie’s own hole and then slathered some on the head of my prick. Arching over her, I positioned my dick at the mouth of Rosie’s deliciously tight bottom and pushed into clenched resistance. I pushed harder, trying desperately to shove my thick slab of meat into Rosie’s tiny brown package.

“Come on, Rosie,” I whispered into her ear, “open up nice and wide like a good  girl.”

Rosie giggled. The phone crackled with Gloria’s quick burst of laughter. She’d heard every word I’d said, and I didn’t like that so much. Oh, what the hell, I decided; the three of us had sucked and fucked many a pleasurable hour away in this big old bed; why should I turn prude all of a sudden? As a result of our pleasure, Gloria had given birth to a bouncing baby, complete with a blazing mane of strawberry curls, compliments of yours truly. Rosie and I got to live our ultimate fantasies by sharing our bed with the horny blonde and a nice fat check for services rendered from Robert, Gloria’s wealthy, elderly husband who was none the wiser to our sexual antics. He thought I’d donated my sperm into a sterile container instead of directly into his wife.

“What’s he doing now?” Gloria burbled via long distance.
“He’s trying to stuff that big old cock of his into my little asshole,” Rosie giggled, “but I won’t let him.” ‘The hell you won’t, woman!” I lifted her reluctant ass and pulled her close.

“Why don’t you let him, Rosie?” Gloria asked breathlessly. “Robert’s out with a client, and the baby’s asleep. You can tell me about it, and I’ll finger my clit. You can play with your pussy while Marty plugs your ass, and we can all three come together. It’ll be almost as good as old times!”
With my ear pressed close to the phone, I heard the heavy sigh as Gloria turned words into action.
“All right, you bung-fucker,” Rosie grinned, “go to it, it’s all yours.” She reached between us to smear my cock with her pussy juice and then pushed her ass against my prick expectantly.

In my urgency, I wrapped my arms around Rosie’s middle and slammed my thick, hard rod into her warm, slick canal.
“Not so hard!” Rosie ordered. “That’s not exactly a fucked-out cunt, you know!” I slowed my thrust, letting her body adjust to my forced entry into her most private love spot.
“That’s better,” she cooed. “Now hump me a little, real slow at first, huh?” I obeyed, setting up a slow, easy rhythm. Rosie was soon begging me to shove it inside her.

“Ooh, he’s fucking me good now, Gloria. He’s dragging that gigantic cock almost out of my ass, then jamming it back in. I’m taking it all now, Glory, baby; I can feel his balls slapping against my backside. You finger that sweet cunt of yours good, honey, because I sure would like to be eating it. I think he’s going to cum now, he’s humping me hard. Yep, he’s shooting his balls off right this minute. I can feel that big dick just bucking around in my little ass. Oh, Glory, he’s filling my hole up with cum; I can feel it dribbling down my legs. Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Rosie began pumping furiously at her wet, convulsing clit, while I ejected load after a load of my milky cum into her stretched, swollen asshole.

“Glory, are you coming now, baby?” Rosie breathed into the phone. “Oh, I’m so glad, honey, because I’m coming so hard right now I think I might pass out. Stay with me, Marty, don’t you pull out now!” I knew Rosie wasn’t exaggerating the strength of her orgasm because I could feel the spasms of her cunt in her ass. The tremors lasted for a very long time.

Rosie slowly went slack in my arms, and I eased my dick out of her abused hole. “Oh, Gloria, it was wonderful. I wish you could have been here to take part of the load Marty shot in me!” Rosie turned to give me a kiss that scorched my lips and dried my throat.

I stretched out beside my lovely wife, only half listening to her excited chatter, and watched my milky white cum leak out onto the pink, shiny flesh of Rosie’s ass. I felt my cock begin to stir and lengthen once again. “Uh, Rosie. I think I’d better grab a quick shower.”
She barely paused long enough in the conversation to give me a nod and a wink. The warm, tempting spray of the shower did little to alleviate the fresh ache in my balls, and as I took my hard-on in my hand, I glanced furtively around the curtain, half-expecting Rose to catch me in the act.

I could still hear the soft monotone of her voice from the bedroom, so I clenched my fingers more firmly around my thick prick and beat it for all it was worth. Just remembering that dense, rich flow of cock juice oozing slowly from my wife’s pretty little asshole, so recently vacated by the stiff ramrod in my hand, brought me rapidly to yet another mind­ blowing orgasm, the thick spurts of jism exploding from between my fingers to splash against the pink tile of the shower stall.

Rosie stretched luxuriously and stifled a yawn as I sank beside her. Pulling me to her, she nuzzled my neck and tangled her fingers in the thick matting of burnished copper hair on my chest. We lay for a while, snuggling close, basking in the warm afterglow of our love. I thought Rosie had dozed off until she suddenly sat bolt-upright and gave me a speculative glance.

“You don’t have anything planned for this weekend, Marty?”
“I don’t know of anything,” I answered, narrowing my eyes suspiciously, wondering if Rosie would try to trap me into one of her day-long junk sale journeys. One hour of prodding around somebody else’s crowded garage makes me think longingly of the hammock in my backyard and an excellent brew or two. I sighed resignedly. ‘What did you have in mind, honey?”

“You don’t have to look like such a martyr. Gloria has graciously offered us the use of her beach house for the weekend, that’s all.”
“But, Rosie, that’s way up the coast. Getting there will take us nearly four hours of hard driving!”
“Never mind the drive,” she smiled, leaning down to nip at one of my nipples with her sharp little teeth, “the trip will be well worthwhile. You can bank on that buster!”

Trying to buck Rosie when her mind’s made up is like knocking your head against a brick wall. “Well, okay,” I said. “Maybe I can get in a little fishing.”

She smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with secret knowledge, “Maybe you can at that.”

Friday afternoon, I found us tooling down the highway in my beat-up old van; the boys happily deposited with Grandma and were looking forward to a long-awaited trip to the amusement park. My fishing gear was stowed hopefully in the back, but the way Rosie looked in the skimpy jumpsuit she wore made me forgetful of my plans to get in a bit of moonlight casting. When she took my right hand off the steering wheel and slipped it beneath the leg of her shorts, the idea of baiting any hook but my own turgid cock went clear out of my mind. From the warm wetness of the pussy beneath my prying fingers, I guessed correctly that there would be plenty of fresh cunnies to bait it with too.

Halfway into the trip, Rosie suggested that we change drivers. She had cold soda in the cooler behind the seat, and I popped a can for each of us.

Rosie sipped hers judiciously, but I was on my third can when we spotted the girl beside the road. Even the glance I caught of her as we sped past was enough for me to see she was something special. The tight jeans she wore hugged a shapely ass and long, slender legs.
Straight, blonde hair hung almost to her waist and shone like gold in the late afternoon sunlight. Rosie hit the brakes so hard she threw me against the front dash and slopped beer all over my pants.

“What are you doing?” l cried. “You know I’ve told you a hundred times not to pick up hitchhikers!”
“Oh, come on, Marty. A young girl, alone on this stretch of road? She’s probably scared out of her wits.”

The next instant, that young chick crawled into the van’s rear, thanking us profusely, her words warped. Her name was Daisy, she said, and her boyfriend had left her stranded beside the road. Daisy may or may not have been a talker, but whatever she was high on must have helped her immensely.

Rosie made polite little noises as the girl spilled out her tale of woe: I downed another of Milwaukee’s finest, leaned back against the seat, and closed my eyes. Just as suddenly as the deluge of chatter began, it ended, and I figured the girl must have talked herself to sleep. Rosie’s insistent nudge brought me out of my light doze. “Marty, look!” she hissed.

I sat up and stared groggily at the seat behind us. There was our curvaceous, uninvited guest, sprawled across the seat, her jeans halfway to her knees, her hand dipping vigorously in and out of her slick pussy! I tore my eyes away from the delightful display of pink, glistening pussy long enough to notice that her loose sweatshirt was pushed high on her chest, exposing one round, pink-nippled tit. The other was almost entirely covered by her left hand as she kneaded, tugged, and pinched at the straining bud! I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat as I watched the luscious blonde finger-fuck herself into a frenzy. The lump that grew in my pants was quite another matter.

“Just listen to her get it on back there!” Rosie whispered, nearly side­ swiping an oncoming car as she tried to watch the action in the rearview mirror. “Sounds like a whole litter of kittens instead of one hot little pussy!”

The soft, mewling sounds of pleasure did sound like a cat, and as Daisy began thrashing her hips in rhythm with her plunging fingers, the gentle moans became insistent groans. Her thighs were open, giving me a full view of her drenched pussy. I could smell the heady, intoxicating fragrance of her sex as she beat relentlessly at her hungry cunt.

She turned her head suddenly and caught my startled gaze. “Eat me!” she cried. “Please, please, I need it so bad!”

I was stunned, unable to move. My cock throbbed and rebelled against the tight confinement of my slacks. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around the sweet, dripping pussy, but…
“What are you waiting for?” Rosie growled, “Go get her, Ace.”

I was out of my seat and headed for heaven when Rosie swerved to the right, bringing the van to a screeching halt. Daisy watched through narrowed eyes as I sank to my knees beside her and slid her jeans the rest of the way off. She moaned in ecstasy as I slid two fingers into her cunt, parting the slick pussylips and dipping my tongue into her warm liquid heat: She was hot, too hot to stand any teasing. When I slid my fingers into her slippery hole, she began humping my face in earnest. My tongue dipped and twirled and diddled the stiff, erect little clit, driving her wild.

“Eat her good, Marty,” came my one-woman cheering section in the front seat. “Make her cum!” The squishing, slapping sounds from that direction told me she was working her pussy over as she enjoyed the show Daisy and I was putting on.

My throbbing cock felt like it would burst clear of my jeans as that horny hitchhiker fucked my face in wild abandon. Her pussy tasted musky, sweet, and delicious, and as the first throes of orgasm rocked her, I sucked hungrily at her straining clit and tried to lap up her gushing love Juices as quickly as the thick stream poured from her. The hot little bitch came three or four times against my tongue and lips before she finally pulled away and sighed contentedly. “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely, giving me a lazy smile. “Are you ready to fuck me now?”

I had my zipper down and my cock in my hand before the words were barely out of her mouth. Rosie’s low grumble stopped me just shy of my dripping target.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she growled. “Not yet, anyway. If you’ll both shift this way slightly, please…”

A button press, a gentle tug, and the let-down seat became a makeshift bed. Climbing in beside us, Rosie quickly shed her clothes. Both girls pulled impatiently at my shirt and Jeans, and there I was, naked as the day I was born, my prick stiff and red and hanging stiffly between those two lovely ladies. Both made a dive for my turgid member and a moment; it was a tug of war between two powerful sets of jaws as the first one warm, feminine mouth closed over my cock, only to be shoved away and replaced a moment later by the other set of lips. Sprawling on my back, a hand around a tit from each girl, I smiled happily and let the battle rage on.

While Rosie sucked and gnawed the head of my dick, Daisy licked and slurped at my swollen balls. Then, as Daisy butterfly fucked the entire length of the shaft, Rosie’s tongue slid beneath my balls and along the crevice to rim my asshole. Sensations flowed upward and out­ ward from my cock like sparks from an electric generator, and I knew that very soon, one of those bitches would receive an overflow of power as the circuit overloaded.

Tugging at Daisy’s arms, I half-lifted her and planted her firmly on top of my dick. She moaned in deep delight as I buried the full eight inches in her damp, trembling pussy. Rosie straddled my face and slowly lowered her eager cunt onto my probing tongue.

Alternating between rapid flicks at Rosie’s taut clit and long, deep thrusts into her overflowing honey-pot, I quickly brought her to the brink of explosion while Daisy rode my rampant cock like a real trooper. The girls reached out to play with each other’s fine, firm tits as our three­ way fuck skyrocketed us toward the ultimate explosion. If Daisy’s moans of a few minutes before had sounded like a litter of kittens, she was now like a lioness in heat, her squeals of sheer animal pleasure echoing around the van and floating off into the night.

I felt the warning tightness begin in my balls at ‘the same time that Rosie’s cunt convulsed against my tongue, her warm pussy cream flowing into my mouth and across my face. Daisy’s loud groans turned into a high-pitched roar as her pussy jumped and spasmed around my erupting prick. I let out a howl of my own as the first jet of creamy cum spurted from my pistoning rod and into the walls of her welcoming twat. Had any wild animals been lurking amongst the bushes along that deserted stretch of highway, our heated squeals and groans probably sent them scurrying for more peaceful ground.

Saying she had nothing better to do since her boyfriend had ditched her, Daisy readily consented to accompany Rosie and me for the weekend. Once, during the next two days, I did manage to slip away with my fishing reel and tackle box tucked under my arm. Knee deep in the gentle, lapping waves, I cast the line and got an immediate nibble—not at the lure. Feminine arms slid around my waist from behind, exploring fingers dipping into the waistband of my swim shorts to close over my rapidly thickening cock. So much for the big one that got away.

We sucked and fucked the hours away in every conceivable combination. I especially enjoyed watching Daisy and Rosie, in a 69 position, eat each other’s quivering pussies out. Then they fought over my cock again, and I finally blew my load onto both their faces. They were delighted and quickly slurped the cum from each other’s lips and cheeks like starving cannibals. I laughed and called them my little flowers, passion flowers, to be exact.

We were a tired but pleased group as we sang bawdy songs, told dirty jokes, and laughed the miles away on the return trip. We were still a few miles away from where we’d picked Daisy up when I did a double take. There, beside the highway, in tight jeans and loose sweatshirt…

I looked at Daisy and back at the still-blurry vision on the road. Rosie brought the van to a screeching halt beside the phantom figure. In a kind of daze, I watched the slender girl with long blonde hair crawl into the back of the van. “Hi, kid,” I heard Daisy say brightly. She turned to me with a broad grin. Meet my sister,” she smiled. Dahlia.”

“Oh dear God,” I groaned. We were late picking the boys up at Mom’s that night.