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Adventures Of An 18 Year Old Hitchhiker

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When I was 18 years old, I decided to leave home.

I’d had a fairly miserable upbringing, brought up by strict parents that wouldn’t allow friends, make-up, fashionable clothes, or anything remotely fun. We lived in a rural community in the middle of nowhere, and the life planned for me involved helping my fastidious mother keep the house clean, until the day they could marry me off to a young farmer of their choice.

So one morning, before anyone else woke, I packed a few things in a bag and left. No note, no goodbyes. I walked for several miles without seeing anyone, enjoying the early morning air and my newfound sense of freedom.

Suddenly, a truck pulled up next to me.

“Need a lift somewhere?”

I squinted to see the person talking to me, the sunlight behind him blinding me somewhat. I wasn’t sure what to say, I’d always been brought up not to speak to strangers, and-

“Where ya heading?”

“I’m not really sure,” I replied, aware of how stupid that sounded. “I just need to get away. From here.”

“Well, jump in and maybe I can help you figure something out. I’m Pete, by the way. And I don’t bite!” He laughed good naturedly.

Realising that my options, in particular, no transport and hardly any money, were limited, I opened the door and climbed in.

“Thank you. I’m Lucy,” I told him. “Well, it’s Lucille actually, but I’ve always hated that, my friends call me Lucy.”

“Lucy it is then,” he said, turning to smile at me.

I’ve never been good at guessing ages, but I’d have probably said he was in his mid-to-late forties. He had short dark hair, greying at the sides, and several days of stubble.

We drove for a few hours, making polite conversation about things we passed and learning a little more about each other. He told me that he had divorced many years ago, and that his wife had taken their two children two live in Europe. They were both grown up now, and came back to see him every few years, but the sad tone in his voice told me that he probably quite lonely, spending days driving his truck from state-to-state.

As mid-morning approached, he said he needed breakfast, and pulled into a diner. He said he’d treat me to whatever I wanted, as this was my first meal as an independent adult and therefore, should be celebrated. I ordered pancakes and syrup, washed down with plenty of coffee, and enjoyed every mouthful.

“Always good to see a girl with a healthy appetite,” he commented, winking at me.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, so didn’t reply, but I could feel a blush starting to warm my cheeks. Having never been allowed to have a boyfriend, I was always shy in the company of men, but Pete was kind and friendly, so I was sure he meant no harm by that.

After he paid the check, we continued on our journey, and I was surprised a little later when he told me we were over four hundred miles from where he’d picked me up.

I’d already told him why I’d left home, and that I just wanted to go somewhere that I could find a job and have some fun. He asked me what sort of work I’d be interested in, and I told him that I wasn’t sure as the only thing I really knew much about was cleaning. Either way, I said, I need to find something fast as my cash would only last me for a few days.

He didn’t speak for a moment, clearly thinking about what he wanted to say.

“Lucy, I have a proposition for you. Hear me out. Now you need money, and somewhere to stay for a few nights. Right?”

I nodded, wondering what he was about to suggest.

“Well, I could help you with that. I, on the other hand…..could do with some, ummm female company. Cuz, well, you know, guys have needs, and with being on the road so much….” he trailed off, sounding slightly embarrassed.

“Wow, I dunno, I mean, I’ve not really had any boyfriends before so…..I’m not sure I’d be much help,” I laughed, nervously.

“Maybe I could teach you?” he suggested. “I’d make sure that you enjoyed it, and I’ll pay for meals and accommodation while we’re travelling together. And after, I could give you, let me think…..$750?”

The moral girl that my parents raised would’ve been shocked by such an offer, but, feeling that today was certainly the first day of the rest of my new life, I decided to accept. That money would make starting out so much easier, and he seemed so sweet, I took him at his word.

We didn’t mention the arrangement again until we arrived at a motel later that afternoon. I waited in the truck whilst he got the room key, and went into the neighboring store, for snacks and what he called ‘other supplies’.

The room was pretty basic and very dated, but having rarely been away from home before, unless visiting relatives in the next state, I had little to compare it to. I sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do next, when Pete handed me a parcel of cookies and a can of soda.

“They’ll keep you going for now,” he smiled. “Now, I’m gonna go shower, and whilst I’m gone, perhaps you could get undressed and wait for me?”

I finished my snack and quickly removed my clothes, folding them up into a neat pile and placing them on a chair next to the bed. No-one had seen me naked since I was a child, so being self-conscious of my nakedness, I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I wasn’t what boys at school had ever really found attractive, probably just as well with my family. A few pounds overweight, with wide hips, D-cup breasts and long, mousy brown hair.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Pete walked out, a large towel wrapped around his waist. As he approached the bed, without saying anything, he started to undo his covering, his eyes never leaving mine.

I gasped when I first saw his dick, huge and erect, springing out in front of him, at least nine inches long. This seemed to amuse him, but he quietly slipped into the bed beside me and took me into his arms.

He leant forwards to kiss me passionately, and I started to shiver uncontrollably.

“Baby, it’s okay, nothing will happen that you won’t like. You have my word. But, you just gotta relax and trust me. Okay?”

I nodded, unable to speak, and he kissed me again, more gently. I felt his hands begin to roam my body, massaging the soft skin on my thighs, my ass, my back, before finally cupping my boobs.

“You have beautiful tits, Lucy”, he told me as he lowered his mouth towards them.

I had no idea what the sensation of having my nipples licked would feel like, and began to moan as he alternately flicked each one lightly, before tracing large circles around them. They felt so sensitive, and I knew they were hardening, which seemed to really excite him, making him squeeze the outer breast firmly as he starting to suckle on me, murmuring appreciative noises as he did.

After about twenty minutes, he kept his mouth latched onto my nipples, but slid his hands between my thighs.

“Oh baby, you’re getting so wet! I think you like that?”

He started to rub the front of my pussy, which I remembered was where my clitoris was, and it felt so good. Then, without saying anything, he gently slipped a finger inside me, then two. When he tried to introduce a third, I winced a little, but rather than stop, he just used his other hand to play with my clit, which took my mind off it. I started to relax, which made it easier for him.

“Good girl, I think you’re ready now.”

He leaned over to the nightstand to grab something, which I assumed would be a condom, and I could hear foil tearing as he wriggled under the sheets. Once it was done, he climbed on top of me, his knees between my legs.

“Okay, now I want you to get your legs nice and open, so I can get in. Just stay nice and relaxed. It’ll probably hurt to start with, but that’ll go off after a little while. Okay?”

I nodded, unable to speak through a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

He lowered his body onto mine, and I soon felt tip of his cock pushing against my tight entrance. He rubbed it over my pussy a few times, ensuring that it was well lubricated, before trying to access me again. After a few pushes, I felt the first inch or so slide in, and yelped at the pain. Gently, one inch at a time, he slowly introduced more of himself to me, and while it was still a little uncomfortable, it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as the first section had.

“Mmmm……so tight. So wet. Open your legs wider for me.”

My only knowledge of sex was what we’d been taught at school, and what girlfriends had told me about their own first experiences. Most had done it with boys our age, also inexperienced, and rarely had anyone had more than five minutes’ worth of information to share with us. When Pete was still thrusting away after ten minutes, I asked why it was taking so long.

He laughed heartily at my naïve question. “Because, sweet angel, this is the difference between being fucked by a man, rather than a boy.” He moved his mouth to my left nipple, sucking greedily as he plunged in and out of me. After a while, he gathered momentum, thrusting harder and faster, before making a long, guttural sound and pushing every inch of his enormous cock into me.

“Congratulations honey,” he said, as he withdrew from my body. “You’re now a real woman. No longer a virgin. How’d ya feel?”

I watched him roll over and grab some tissues from the nightstand, cleaning himself down as he removed the filled condom. “Good,” I smiled. “It was better than I thought. Less painful, for sure. I’m just a bit disappointed that I didn’t……you know.”

He laughed again. “Most girls don’t for the first few times, the more you relax, the faster you’ll cum. Now, talking of that, come here. Kneel over my face.”

I felt slightly awkward by his request, and hesitated.

“Come on,” he encouraged. “Now it’s your turn to feel good.”

I got up and did what he said, carefully placing my knees next to his ears. Instinctively, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, and was immediately greeted by his tongue. I stayed perfectly still as he gently prised the outer lips apart, before sweeping up towards my clit. It was exquisite, I had never felt anything like this, and I started to moan. Keeping his tongue working my button, he reached up and inserted to fingers into my tender hole, probing around until he found a spot that pushed my pleasure through the rough. His free hand found its way to one of nipples, alternately teasing and pulling on it.

I got carried away by the moment, and before long, I was grinding myself against his face, riding his fingers and tongue. Sensing how close I was to orgasm, he changed tactics and started to lightly suck on my clit, whilst thrusting even harder with his fingers. Immediately I began to scream out, my muscles contracting frantically as I came.

“That was amazing!” I panted, dismounting him before going to the bathroom to clean up. I got back into bed beside him, and snuggled up tight, my head on his shoulder.

“Well, this is just the beginning,” he informed me. “There’s lots more for you to learn about sex. And I certainly intend to teach you plenty in the next few days!”

The orgasm had made be lightheaded, and I quickly dropped off to sleep. I’m not sure how long I’d been out for, when I was awoken by a strange sensation, kind of rough, but wet and quite pleasant. I quickly realised that Pete was under the covers, his head between my legs, his stubble grazing my soft thighs.

“Why are you doing that again?” I asked, sleepily.

“Getting you ready,” he replied. “I woke up just now with a huge hard-on, thinking about your amazing titties and pussy. So I’m gonna need you to help with that before I can go back to sleep.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He moved away from me and switched the light on. “I’d like you to get on all fours. Facing that,” he said, gesturing to the full length mirror at the end of the bed.

“Are we going to have anal sex?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“Not tonight, why do you ask that?”

“Well, you wanting me on my hands and knees. Isn’t that what that’s for?”

He smiled. “I’m gonna fuck you, doggie style. But it’ll only be your pussy, I promise.”

I did what he asked, feeling somewhat self-conscious again as my large boobs hung below me.

“Why do you want to do it like this?” I asked him.

“I think most guys love fucking in this position,” he said, as he rolled a new condom on. “It makes a woman really right, and it gives really deep penetration. Plus, it’s that sense of being in control, having someone vulnerable underneath you. Watch us in the mirror, you’ll see how sexy it is.”

He crawled up behind me, and used his hand to guide himself into me. It was still slightly sore as he stretched me open, but I bit my lip and waited for the pain to pass, which it did. He started off thrusting gently, holding my hips to ensure that he didn’t slip out. As I became accustomed to his width, he leant around me and began to stroke my clit with one hand, whilst squeezing my tits with the other.

“Look at us,” he commanded. Our eyes met in the reflection, which seemed to set off an erotic spark within him. He increased the pressure on my clitoris, and started thrusting deeper, harder, pumping away like his life depended on it. Seeing his face, contorted with lust, and feeling his expert fingers massaging me was the biggest turn on, and, much to my surprise, I came again, with him buried balls-deep inside me. The tightness of my near-virginal pussy contracting around his monster cock was too much for him, and he bucked forwards and moaned loudly as he reached his own climax.

After that, we both feel asleep, and I don’t remember anything until I heard the shower running the next morning. He came over and kissed me good morning, and then said I would need to start getting ready, we had a long drive ahead of us. I got up and showered, enjoying the hot water running over my curvy body, before drying off and re-entering the bedroom.

“I got you a coffee and a muffin,” Pete said, indicating the items on the desk. “We won’t have time to stop for breakfast.”

“Thank you,” I said, rummaging through my bag to pick out some clean clothes. “I’ll just get dressed first.”

He sat sipping his coffee, watching me intently as I started to unpeel the towel.

“Don’t bother with underwear today,” he told me. “Wear a t-shirt and a skirt, but no bra and panties?”

I laughed. “Why not?” I queried, puzzled by his bizarre request.

“Because I might want you on the journey, and I don’t want to have to waste time unwrapping you.”

I did as he asked, and sat down to eat the chocolate muffin that he’d bought me. The coffee was still too hot to drink, so I decided to take it with me, and after packing up the last few things, we went to the truck and started the next part of the journey.

The first few hours went quickly, as we made light-hearted conversation about everything and nothing. We were driving through a very remote, empty area, when Pete stretched out his hand and started to squeeze one of my tits.

“Mmmm, so sexy,” he drawled. “Know what’d really turn me on right now? Seeing you playing with those gorgeous titties of yours. Go on,” he started to lift the edge of my t-shirt up. “Give me something nice to look at.”

“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?”

“I can do both. Come on, treat me. Put your hands on them, show me what you like.”

I blushed, unsure of what to do. I slowly pulled my top up, exposing my naked flesh. I cupped each of orbs with my hands, and began to massage them, before flicking my nipples lightly with my fingertips.

“Oh yeah, that’s real good. So good! In fact,” he continued, using one hand to unbuckle his pants and free his throbbing cock, “I think it’s time you learnt a new skill. I want you to lean over and suck my dick.”

I paused. “Ummm, I dunno,-“

“Come on, be good to me. Seeing your tits has got me all excited, so now I need you to blow me.” He stretched his free hand out towards me head, and started to pull it down into his lap.

“But how do I do it?”

“Just put it in your mouth, and suck. Lick it a bit first, if that’s easier.”

I lowered my mouth onto him, and started to lick the head like a Popsicle. His low groaning sound told me he was enjoying it, so I slid it in between my lips and started to suck. He ran his hand through my hair, gently and first, before using it to lever my head up and down. I couldn’t fit his whole length into my mouth, afraid I would choke if he got any closer to the back of my throat, when suddenly, I felt the truck swerve towards the side of the road.

Turning the engine off, Pete pulled my head up. “Climb on my lap,” he demanded, “you’re gonna ride my cock.”

I started to straddle him, then had a thought. “What about a condom?” I asked.

“No time, I need you now. I’ll pull out before the end, don’t worry.” He was frantically rubbing between my legs, trying to find my entrance ready to impale me with his cock. It didn’t take long, and he pushed down hard on my shoulders, making me take almost every inch from the start. I cried out, but the presence of his tongue on my nipple soon silenced me. I began to bounce up and down on his lap, my tits bouncing around in his face as my wet pussy slid up his length, when suddenly, I heard a loud noise.

To my horror, a police officer stood outside the window.

“Sir, ma’am, can you get out of the vehicle?”

“Shit!” Pete whispered, pulling out of me and frantically trying to re-zip.

I pulled my top and skirt back down, and we both climbed out of the truck without saying a word.

“Can you come over here?” the cop gestured to his vehicle, which his colleague was standing next to.

“You do know that it’s an offence to have sexual contact in public?” the first guy asked.

“I’m sorry officer,” Pete replied. “But there was no-one around, so I didn’t think there would be any harm.”

“Anyone could have come along and seen,” the cop retorted. “I’d been watching you for a few minutes, and you didn’t even realize.”

“Again, we’re very sorry. Are you going to charge us? Because if you do, I could lose my job.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you stuck your dick in her then.”

I didn’t realize Pete could get in so much trouble for this, so I tried to plead our case.

“Please officer, it was a simple mistake. We didn’t mean to cause any offence, and we won’t do it again. Couldn’t you just turn a blind eye to it?”

The cop looked me up and down, with a strange expression that I couldn’t read.

“I don’t know. What do you think, Jones?” he asked his colleague.

“I’m not sure, I mean if we don’t charge them, how will they learn their lesson?”

“That’s what I was thinking too. So I don’t think we have a choice. Well, unless…..” he trailed off, “you want to show us just how very sorry you are.”

I swallowed, knowing what he meant, but terrified by the suggestion. I turned to Pete, and saw a pleading look in his eyes.

“Lucy, please just do whatever they want. I’ll lose my job if not.”

“But what will they do to me?” I whispered.

“Whatever it is, just imagine it’s me doing it. You never know, you might enjoy it. Please baby, do this for me!”

I turned back to the cop. “Okay,” I said. “What do I have to do?”

Both officers came towards us. “Well, to start with, we need to make sure you don’t try any funny business. Put your arms out in front of you!” We did as told, and in turn, both of us were handcuffed. They led us to some grass at the side of the road, and told Pete to sit down, which he did.

“So, what are you gonna do to her, buddy?” the second guy asked.

“Well, having seen those big tits in action, I’m gonna fuck them. You,” he pointed to me. “Lie down on your back, and put your arms above your head.”

I did as he says, and he climbed on top of me, his gun belt digging into my ribs. He hauled my t-shirt over my face, so I couldn’t see what was happening, and I heard the clink of metal as he undid his belt. I felt him roughly force my tits together, before sliding something hard between them, which I imagined is his cock. He thrusted hard, grunting as he did, and I wondered if Pete was watching this, and if so, if he was aroused by it. After a few minutes, the cop grabbed one breast, and started rubbing the moist tip of his cock over my nipple. Suddenly, I felt something hot and sticky dripping over me, and he continued to rub the juice into my skin.

He left me lying on the ground as he got up, and did his pants back up.

“Hey, I think your girl needs cleaning up,” I heard him tell Pete. “Why don’t you go do that? But obviously, you can’t use your hands!” Both cops laughed at this.

I felt someone kneeling near to me, which I guessed was Pete, and a tongue upon the nipple that was soaked in cum. He was lapping away, enthusiastically licking away all traces of where the cop had deposited his semen. Again he returned to the tip of the nipple, sucking hard and swirling around the areola. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he was enjoying licking the other guy’s cum from my body.

“Right, my turn now. You go and sit back there!” the other cop told Pete, dragging him off of me and pushing him to one side.

“As for you, young lady,” he said, pulling me upwards, my face still covered by my t-shirt. “You’re gonna give me some of that pussy of yours. Okay, come this way. Now, mind your head.”

I heard a car door open, and he told me to kneel on the seat. My hand were still cuffed, so I leant forward onto my face, trying to balance. The cop moved my legs slightly, trying to get me in the right position. Once he’d lined me up, I felt him pull my skirt up around my waist, before sinking his hard dick straight into my pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, occasionally delivering a hard slap to my ass cheeks as he forced my face further into the upholstery of the seats. At one point, he began to finger my asshole, and I panicked that he might try to force his cock in there next. But, without any warning, he suddenly came, filling me with his juice, which started to seep out as he withdrew.

“Oh look!” said the first cop. “Guess she’ll need cleaning again. Get to it!”

I stayed fixed in position, still kneeling on the edge of the seat, my ass in the air. Pete’s head appeared underneath me, his mouth immediately finding my pussy. He licked away, hungrily lapping up the mixture of juices that were starting to run down my thighs. Ensuring he did a thorough job, he tensed his tongue and slipped into my hole, probing as if it was a mini cock. Despite everything that had happened, I was strangely turned on, and started to rock my hips, trying to get his tongue deeper into me.

“Hey she likes that!” called out one of the guys. “Go on, she’s worked for it, make her cum!”

Pete didn’t need much encouragement, and switched his attentions to my engorged clit. Gently nibbling on it, he worked his way back and forth. I heard the other door open, and one of the officers climbed in and knelt in front of me. He started to play with my tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples, before pulling my t-shirt back from my face and presenting my face with his erection.

“Suck it!”

I did as he asked, and he continued to tease my tits as a sucked on his meat. Pete was still working on my pussy, which was now soaking. The officer grabbed my head roughly, forcing himself into my mouth, making it hard for me to breath. At that point, Pete’s tongue pushed me over the edge, and I started to climax, my screams muffled by the cock invading my throat. Instead of stopping, Pete continued to lap at me, alternately tongue-fucking me and sucking on my clit. In a few minutes, I came again, and did the cop, shooting a torrent of wet, salty cum straight down my throat, which I had no option but to swallow.

The cops took off our handcuffs, and bid us farewell, but not before reminding us to behave in future.

We walked back to the truck, my thighs sticky from all of the juices running down them, and Pete turned the ignition.

“Well what a 24 hours this has been,” he commented. “If this is what’s happened in one day, I can’t wait to see what the next few bring.”

To be continued.

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