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Young Blond Drifter (MF, oral)
by Naughtie1@aol.com
Keywords: mf

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I picked him up immediately.

It was a hot summer day when I saw him half-heartedly hitchhiking by the
side of the highway. He was wearing tight cutoff jeans and a white T-shirt,
rolled up over his tight flat stomach. He smiled gratefully as I pulled
over on the shoulder. He threw his knapsack into the back seat.

We spoke politely as I drove. His name was Frank and he was hitching rides
across country. I glanced at him and saw that his legs were tan, blonde
hair curling on his thighs, sweat glistening on his smooth belly and
forehead. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by my inspection.

Suddenly I realized how deprived I'd been lately. I was a young, unattached
and reasonably successful woman, but now found myself staring at this young
blonde drifter, becoming hornier by the minute. The scent of his cologne
mixed with sweat in the air of the stifling hot car. My thighs were getting
damp and I felt a hunger in my pussy that I knew wouldn't go away on its
own.

Soon we reached the next small town and passed a hotel on the outskirts. He
asked me to let him off as he wanted to explore and grab a bite to eat. He
invited me to join him but I declined, and said I'd accept payment for the
ride in another way.

"Payment? Won't a relaxing lunch be enough?" he said.

I shook my head, glanced down at the attractive buldge in his shorts and
motioned my head to the right. He followed my glance to the motel parking
lot. Turning back to me, he smiled and said "My, my, now, that would be
better than lunch right now."

I paid for the room and we stepped inside. It was a typical room with a
queen size bed. Frank didn't waste any time as he stripped off my shirt and
knelt to the floor to remove my shorts. I wasn't wearing panties and he
groaned when he noticed. He proceeded to lick and suck my pussy until I
couldn't stand it any longer. His experienced tongue had me coming in less
then five minutes.

He laid me back on the bed and undressed as I watched. He had a muscular
build and his sparse body hair was light blonde like fur. The hair around
his cock was wiry and fuzzy on his thighs. All he wore was a sexy smile as
he approached the bed.

His cock was level with my face as I proceeded to give him a hand job.
First I wet his shaft to make it slick, then tongued his balls, holding
them gently in my mouth. He whispered he was going to cum as I took the
head of his cock in my mouth. His cum was slightly salty and warm. I sucked
him to hardness again.

He pushed me down on my back, pulled my legs to the end of the bed. With
one swift he thrust entered me. He held my legs up towards his shoulder for
easier access as he fucked me mercilessly, teasing me with his cock. He
kept the head at the entrance almost pulling all the way out before
plunging in again. His hands melded into my hips.

When I came again he wouldn't let me go. He fucked me even harder and
faster gripping my legs tightly, determined to make me cum again. His hands
moved down my ass lifting me off the bed. I came again and again while I
clutched at the sticky wet sheets, screaming and moaning. He finally shot
his load of hot cum inside me and sank down on top of me.

He whispered, "You know something? I haven't even begun to repay you for
the ride."