“I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers, but you look
safe. Get in.”

He was young and tall, just the sort that set my pussy
juicing. I had to have him! I’m 38, divorced and I love
to fuck, especially with the kind of tall, gorgeous
hunk that just climbed into the car beside me.

The spicy scent of his aftershave was driving me wild
and that nice big bulge in the front of his jeans was
enough to make any woman quiver and juice. He was in
his early twenties, smooth skinned, hunky and innocent
looking and he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. Not that
that means much
these days.

“Where to?” I asked.

“The next town is fine with me,” he answered with a
soft drawl. I was wearing a skirt and it had ridden
well up my thighs and this young guy was really getting
a good look. I have great legs, if I do say so myself,
thanks to aerobics, and I wasn’t wearing stockings.

“My name is Sondra.”

“Nice to meet you, Sondra. My name’s Dick.”

He didn’t smile but I sure did! A guy with a name like
that couldn’t be all bad and I was just the woman to
find out how good he really was.

“You in a hurry…Dick?” I asked, pulling my skirt up a
little higher to show more thigh and I flashed him a
bright smile.

“Not really. You got somethin’ in mind?”

“Well, I have to make a stop right up here at this
motel. Do you mind?”

He chuckled, real low and sexy. “Nope.”

And when I got out of the car to go into the office and
get us a room, he stayed put, waiting patiently. That
boy knew what was cumming next…us! I went back
outside and walked to the passenger window, leaned in
and tossed him the keys, giving him a good look at the
grand canyon between my tits in the process. “Just
bring that luggage you’re packing between your legs and
follow me,” I said, giving him a promising squeeze.

While he unlocked the door, I snuggled up close and
rubbed my hard nippled tits against his arm. There was
that big sexy grin again and a fresh flood of juices
wet my panties. The motel room was cheap but neither of
us paid any attention.

“Show me that dick…Dick!” I said with a challenging
look in my eyes. He accepted the challenge, grinned and
slowly unzipped his jeans and unbuckled his belt. Still
moving slowly, teasingly, he pushed his jeans and
shorts down his hairy thighs and there it was! The
biggest, most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Or wanted!
It was circumcised, the head was as big as a plum and
just as purple. Beneath it hung a mighty pair of balls
that looked like they were full of the stuff wet dreams
are made of!

I couldn’t stop myself. With a little moan I sank to my
knees on the floor and caught the pearly strand of pre-
cum that oozed from his piss slit. It tasted good, just
like I knew it would and I probed into his little hole
for more. I stroked him with my hands, trying to coax
more of the sweet, tasty fluid into my hungry mouth.
When I got nothing more, I planted a big sucking kiss
on the end of Dick’s dick and swirled my tongue around
it lazily. Freeing his cock with a wet plop, I stood up
and said, “Take off my clothes and let’s get down to
business.”

There was that beautiful grin again and he reached
around me, searching for the button on my skirt. By the
time he’d found it, I had his shirt unbuttoned and was
running my hands through the crisp hair on his chest.
He groaned when I circled his nipples with my tongue
and my skirt slid to the floor with a soft whisper.
With a low growl he yanked my sweater off my head,
threw it across the room and my bra soon followed the
sweater.

Pushing me back onto the bed, he tugged my wet panties
off, sniffed the slimy crotch and tossed them aside,
too. My hands had been on my tits but now they slid
down my belly and held my swollen cunt lips apart.
“This is all yours, baby. Eat up!”

Growling like a big bear, he dove in tongue first and
tried to kiss my navel from the inside. He had both
hands up under my ass, lifting me off the bed and I was
rubbing my cunt all over his face, moaning in delight.
Then Dick discovered my clit. He wrapped his lips
around it, sucked hard a couple of times and flicked it
with his tongue.

“Use your fingers, too,” I moaned.

Dick did as I asked and worked three of his thick
fingers into me, one at a time. He pumped them in and
out matching the rhythm of his tongue and I flew apart
into a million pieces, returning to earth exhausted and
panting.

“Now, it’s your turn,” he muttered and knee-walked up
my body until the tip of his big cock was bumping my
lips. I opened my mouth wide and sucked in as much as
possible, catching his swinging balls in my hand as I
did so. He fucked my mouth gently for a while and I let
my tongue tickle and tease the sensitive spot right
under the cockhead. His slightly sweaty, masculine
aroma filled my head, making me dizzy. I relaxed my
throat and let him inch forward, making both of us
moan.

There was that low chuckle again and he backed off
dragging his cock between my tits and squeezing the
doughy flesh up around it. He fucked my tits for a few
seconds and then continued moving downward until,
leaving a wet trail all the way down to my cunt, he
stopped, that bulbous knob wedged between my pussy
lips.

“I gutta fuck that pussy,” he grunted.

Holding my cunt lips apart with one hand, I guided him
to my bubbling hole with the other. He pushed my legs
high and wide, exposing me lewdly. We both watched as
he inched his way inside me, then pulled out. His cock
glistened wetly and my pussy, wondering why it felt so
empty, pulsed and fluttered around what was left
inside. Then he was back inside me again, filling me to
the rim, his balls slapping my upturned ass wetly.

“That’s it, baby! Fuck me good!” I wailed, humping
upward, meeting his deep thrusts more than halfway.

Both of us were right on the edge and as we exploded, I
wrapped my arms and legs around him, hanging on for
dear life. Dick stiffened, howled, and his thick hot
streams of jism filled my box to capacity, running out
of my stuffed quim and soaking the sheets of the rented
bed.

“Thanks, Aunt Sondra,” Dick whispered, kissing my mouth
tenderly.

“You’re very welcome, young man. I don’t know where you
learned it but you can sure fuck your aunt good,” I
told him and wiggled out from under him and headed for
the shower.

“I’d like to spend the night with you but I’ve got
classes in the morning,” Gerry, my nephew, said,
following me into the bathroom.

“I know. Maybe next time,” I promised.

After a quick shower filled with much laughter and
childish play, I drove Gerry back to the dorm and let
him out. But not before we made plans for our next road
game.

Yes, Gerry is my nephew. His mother, my older sister,
asked me to keep an eye on him while he attended the
small college in the town I live in. Given his good
looks, that was not a difficult task. Actually, we got
started on his first visit to my house.

“I know Mom wants you to look out for me, Aunt Sondra,”
Gerry said as we finished our dinner.

“Sondra just wants you to stay out of trouble and not
get any girls in trouble.”

“Why, whatever do you mean, Aunt Sondra?” he asked with
a lewd smirk. He stood up to take his plate and glass
to the kitchen and I saw the long, thick ridge of his
cock running down the leg of his pants. My pussy
started creaming like mad. I hadn’t had any cock in so
long…so long….

“Aunt Sondra?” I looked up into Gerry’s brown eyes and
I blushed, knowing he was reading my thoughts. “Do you
think this will get me into trouble, Aunt Sondra?” His
hand slowly rubbed the length of his bulge and it
seemed to grow even longer. He was too old to scold. He
was too serious to be joking. I was too horny to let a
good-looking fuck go by, nephew or not. I brushed aside
his hand and laid mine on that ridge.

“Let’s go to the bedroom for dessert,” I said.

Gerry may have been only twenty, but he had learned to
eat pussy better than men twice his age. In my bedroom,
he insisted on eating me even before we took our
clothes off. I wasn’t about to argue. With his tongue
wiggling in my cunt and his finger rimming my anus, I
just knew that Gerry and I would get along just fine.

And when I got a look at that truncheon he carried, I
thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Not only was it
long and thick, it was circumcised and was perfectly
shaped. It could very well inspire sculptors and
artists. It inspired the devout cocksucking artist in
me to plant a kiss on the ripe head and open my lips to
let his bone inside. He spurted a glob of pre-cum onto
my tongue and I groaned, giving his balls a loving
squeeze.

One thing about Gerry, he’s no Minuteman. I gave him my
best blowjob, using skills that have brought many a man
to a ball-blasting orgasm within three minutes. But my
nephew held off for ten minutes before he arched his
back and sent volley after volley of thick, tangy syrup
into my mouth and down my throat. Best tasting cum I’d
ever had, too.

Gerry turned out to be an experienced and acrobatic
fucker as well. By the time we’d removed our clothes,
his prick was standing tall again and I just laid back
and welcomed him. Gerry held my left leg high as he
skewered my raw pussy meat with that steely shaft of
his. Ooh, it was damn good the way that thick pole
stretched me and opened me up. “Yeah, fuck your aunt,
Gerry,” I urged (not that he needed coaxing.) “Give me
all of that cock.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years, Aunt Sondra.” I
could feel each pulsing vein of that cock as it
burrowed into me, stretching me. “I jerked off hundreds
of times imagining you sucking my cock or me fucking
you like this.”

“Well, you’ve got me now, Gerry. Give me all you’ve
got!” I felt his hairy balls against my ass as he
pushed the entire length of that beautiful prick of his
deep into my cunt, further by far than either of my ex-
husbands had ever been. Virgin territory.

“Shit, Aunt Sondra, your pussy’s tight,” Gerry said,
sweat already beading on his forehead and running off
his nose. I licked a clear drop, salty and hot, off his
chin.

“Why, thank you for the compliment, Gerry. That’s the
nicest thing a nephew could say to his aunt.” And my
nephew fucked me deep and long. I had two climaxes
before he shot his load of cum into me. And we’ve been
fucking ever since.

Gerry is a drama major and we fell into a great habit
where, whenever he’s studying for a role, he screws me
while he’s “in character.” You can only imagine what
went on when I got fucked by Hamlet or some other
character Gerry played. Once in awhile, I get to call
the role. Like in our road game.

**

“Can I help?” The face was unshaven, his manner a bit
uncouth, but my car was not running, I was stranded in
the middle of nowhere, and this young man was offering
to help. I really wasn’t in the position to say no.

He pulled his sport scar in front of my car and as he
got out he took a swig of beer from a can, crushed the
can and tossed it into the backseat of his car. Yes, he
was definitely a rough sort. As he approached me, his
eyes freely scanned my body, seeming to X-ray my silk
dress.

“What seems to be the problem, ma’am?” He looked under
the hood of the car a few seconds, moved some wires,
and started the car with no difficulty. “Loose
distributor. No problem.”

“What do I owe you?” I asked, looking into my purse.

“Well, how ’bout some head?” he asked. He was leering
at me, his upper lip lifted, his eyebrow arched. His
eyes were sparkling with his animal lust and his hands
slowly massaged the obscene bulge in his dirty, ripped
jeans. We were on a side road and there was no chance
anyone would come along.

He walked towards me, leering, his tongue licking his
lips. His hands suddenly reached out, one grabbing my
arm, the other roughly clutching my breast. He pulled
me close and pressed his lips to mine, slobbering as he
did so. His rough, bearded face scratched my soft flesh
and his sweaty odor burned my nostrils as his wiggly,
slimy tongue pushed its way between my lips and into my
mouth. He tasted of beer and onions and cheap roadside
diner food.

“I’ve always wanted to have one of you rich, classy,
high society bitches suck my crank,” he breathed into
my face. He leaned against my car and pushed me to my
knees while he freed his engorged penis from his filthy
jeans. The odor of sweat and urine and musk were
overwhelming. His erection sprang out and slapped my
cheek wetly, a strand of clear, sticky pre-cum whipping
across my lips.

“Suck it, you hot shit bitch,” he snapped in a voice
that was commanding. “Show me that you know how to
suck.” My heart pounded in my chest and my face burned
as he hurriedly shoved his erection into my mouth. I
thought only briefly of the picture we’d make; me
kneeling before this tough young man, silk dress
grinding the dirt beneath my knees. He grabbed my hair
and shoved his turgid member in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, bitch! Suck it! It’s better than the wimp
pricks you usually get, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

I nodded and managed to choke out a muffled, “Yes,” and
then he pulled out and pulled me to my feet. “You’re a
good cocksucker, bitch. Is that how you got rich?
Sucking cock? Fucking?” He opened the car door and
threw me face down onto the front seat. “Let me find
out.”

He ripped my dress off, uncovering my pantied butt. His
grimy hands grabbed the waistband of the panties and
tore them off. His hands poked my tender flesh and
explored my folds with his fingers. Suddenly, with no
warning, he plunged a long, thick finger deep into my
rectum. “Think I’ll fuck your ass, bitch,” he said. I
could picture his eyes twinkling and that curled lip as
his hands mauled my quivering ass cheeks.

“No, please, I’ve never….” I tried to plead as I felt
him rub saliva onto my sphincter.

“You’ll love it, bitch. Just relax. I’m good at this.
Your ass is about to get screwed by the best and
biggest bun buster in three counties.”

By then, I was sweating like crazy and my pussy felt as
though it was on fire. Still, I had a role to play, so
I squirmed, pleaded, even tried to get away, but he was
determined to have his way with me in that most lust-
filled, depraved, exciting way. He was about to impale
my ass on his long, thick, steel-hard spike.

He didn’t try to be gentle. It wasn’t part of the
character. My asshole gave way to that hulking intruder
and I screamed with pleasure; of course, the man
sodomizing me was elated. “Aw, does it hurt, bitch? You
rich snobs have been fucking people like me in the ass
for years. How does it feel to be fucked instead of doing
the fucking, bitch?”

He fucked me deep and hard, with such force the car
rocked and I actually thought an impression of my face
would be imprinted into the leather upholstery of my
car. He ripped my dress again, reached under me and
roughly grabbed and mauled my tits. Ah, Lord, but that
nephew of mine can really throw himself into a part,
and he was into this one all the way. His teeth nipped
my neck and I felt his saliva running down my nape.
Like a couple of animals we were locked together, his
teeth holding my neck, his pistoning cock moving in and
out of my back passage.

With a loud roar, he pounded into me and I felt his
scalding spunk spray into my bowels. He made noises, a
combination of grunts, whines and hisses and finally
collapsed, exhausted and out of breath, on my back.

“I love you, Aunt Sondra,” Gerry whispered in my ear
while his cock slowly shrank in my ass. I felt his cum
running out onto my thighs and onto the Corinthian
leather. “I can stay over tonight, if you want.”

Hmm, I did want. I was looking forward to a relaxing
bath and Gerry’s warm body next to me in bed. Or over
me. Or under me. Besides, I wanted to suggest that the
next time we portray disciplinarian teacher (me) and
disrespectful student (him).

“But first,” he said, the sneer returning to his voice.
He stood, his cock pulling out of my ravaged asshole,
and he turned me around so I was face-to-cock with his
cum-covered, filthy butt fucker of a cock. “Lick me
clean! Bitch!”

I smiled even as my tongue sought out his manhood.
“Next time,” I thought. “Next time!”