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 Pick-Up

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Simon had decided to hitchhike home from university at the end of term, rather than buy a coach ticket, as he didn’t want to admit to his parents that he was broke. To his surprise he got a lift from the motorway service area very quickly - maybe the college scarf, handwritten sign and rucksack established his bona fides. The car which pulled up was a grey Porsche, and he was even more surprised when the window glided down and a woman looked up at him and said ‘Hop in, I can take you all the way to Birmingham.’

Hurriedly he threw his bag into the back and climbed in - it seemed very close to the ground. The driver accelerated swiftly and was into the fast lane of the motorway before he had got his seat belt buckled.

‘Thanks every so much,’ he said, ‘this is great. I thought I might be stuck for hours. Not many people stop these days.’

‘I used to hitch a lot when I was a student,’ the woman said. ‘Had some good times. Takes me back. I’m Cathy. What’s your name?’

He told her, and they chatted idly about lifts they had had. He inspected her surreptitiously - Cathy drove with her eyes on the road, not turning to look at him when she spoke, both hands on the wheel, checking her mirror a lot - the sign of a good driver, which was just as well as she kept the car close to 100 when traffic allowed. He judged she was maybe 40, well groomed and manicured, with short highlighted brown hair and a strong, attractive face. She wore a grey business suit - jacket and miniskirt - which emphasised her bust and long legs clad in sheer black nylon. In fact, Simon realised, the angle of the car’s seat and the fact that her skirt had ridden up somewhat made the darker weave at the top of her thighs visible to his acute teenage eye. She was a sexy MILF and no mistake - a little old for his taste, but what the hell. Any port in a storm - Simon, although surrounded at college by girls of all types, colours and inclinations, was singularly bad at striking up relationships and had remained a virgin throughout his first term.

‘You’re on business, I suppose?’ he asked, wondering about her background. Was she married? Living with? Lesbian even?

‘Yep. Marketing. Just done a presentation to some guys in Glasgow. Bit high-pressure but it went well. And I managed to distract them.’

‘What do you mean?’

She pulled the hem of her skirt up a few inches. Simon caught a glimpse of pale flesh above the elastic. Wow, hold-up stockings! He thought that only porn actresses wore those.

‘Advatange of being a woman. Give them a few flashes and they can’t concentrate on what you’re saying. Cleavage helps too.’ She flicked the button of her jacket open and thrust her chest forward. The V of her blouse was very low and the lacy edge of her bra peeped over it. Another inch and her nipples would be visible, he thought. He tried to adjust his cock secretly.

‘Getting a hard-on?’ she said with a chuckle. ‘You young lads are all the same. Aren’t you bonking all day at college? I was.’

‘Um, no, not really. Can’t seem to find anyone yet,’ he mumbled.

‘You still a virgin then? My god, a dying breed.’

‘Well ...’

‘Sorry, I shouldn’t mock. I thought lads all got it off by 14 these days. I didn’t mean to upset you.’

‘It’s OK,’ he said.

‘You’re a handsome lad. Good-sized cock on you by the look of it. You just can’t be going about it right.’

‘Well, no, I get very nervous with girls. It’s the thought of being rejected. I’m OK if they’re already with someone, I can talk to them fine.’

‘You’re not nervous with me, are you?’

‘You’re not a girl.’

Cathy snorted.

‘I mean, you’re married or whatever. There’s no stress.’

‘I’m not married,’ she said, and there was silence. Simon wondered what she meant. Suddenly Cathy flicked open the remaining buttons of her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra. To his amazement she undid the front clasp and the two cups sprang apart, letting her breasts thrust forward. They were firm and upturned, slightly freckled, the tips capped with big brown nipples. Simon goggled.

‘That feels better,’ she said. ‘You can touch them if you like.’

He paused, unable to believe what she had said. ‘Go on.’

Tentatively he reached out and touched the flesh of her right breast. It was warm and soft and springy. Bolder, he cupped it in his hand, hefting its weight and solidity. He felt the nipple begin to harden in his palm.

‘That’s nice,’ she said quietly.

He caressed the firm breast, wondering if the lorry drivers whom they overtook could look down and see a woman with her tits out being groped by a teenager. Her nipple was now rock-hard, grinding a hole in his palm.

‘Don’t neglect the other one.’ Dutifully the boy switched his attention to the left breast, wondering if he could use both hands at one without twisting uncomfortably. He decided that he couldn’t. The other breast was identically lovely and the nipple was already erect.

‘Mmm,’ Cathy purred after a while. ‘That’s making me juicy. Want to check?’

He squirmed to let his cock expand even more. Cathy wriggled in her seat and with one hand managed to hoist her skirt almost up to her waist. Simon saw her pale slim thighs and small white lacy panties. She moved her left leg out to the side slightly.

‘Come on, it won’t bite.’

He put his hand on her warm thigh, above the elastic top of her stocking, and stroked it in disbelief. This woman was like something out of one of his frequent wet dreams. His fingers touched the fabric of her panties and slid down to her hot crotch. He could feel the moisture. There was a fleshy softness where the material was stretched tightly over her labia. He stroked it for a while, getting the geography of her pussy clear in his mind.

‘What time are you due home?’ she said suddenly, breaking the spell.

‘Um, oh, not until about 10 tonight. That’s when the coach gets in - I’m supposed to be on the coach.’

‘Plenty of time,’ she said. ‘Fancy a break? There’s a service area just up here.’

Simon withdrew his hand, disappointed. Obviously she felt he had gone far enough and wanted to distract him with a cup of coffee. To his surprise she didn’t go to the main restaurant building but swung off to park in front of the Travelodge. She buttoned her jacket without bothering to do up her bra and blouse, and got out of the car, pulling her skirt down casually.

‘Come on,’ she said, grinning at him. ‘Here’s where you stop being a virgin.’

She almost dragged him inside by the hand, and flashed a card to the girl on the reception desk. A key was produced and they walked in silence along the corridor to the room. Inside, Cathy slammed the door shut with her foot and knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants.

‘I hope you had a wash this morning,’ she said, pulling his cock out unceremoniously.

Simon thanked his stars that he had had a shower as her hot red-lipsticked mouth closed around his erection. She sucked him off expertly, sliding her lips down almost to the base and hollowing her cheeks, squeezing him in her fist, swirling her strong tongue around his glans. Of course the lad lasted no more than half a minute. He groaned as the sperm rushed hotly up his shaft and spilled out into the mouth of the kneeling woman. She swallowed easily while he kept spurting until his balls were empty. Then she stood up and gave a little belch.

‘That’s just so you won’t rush things,’ she said. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, then stepped out of her panties and lay back on the bed, her nyloned thighs falling open. Her pubes were bare apart from a small triangle of brown hair. ‘Now then, lesson one, how to lick a pussy.’

Feeling like he was in a dream, Simon knelt between her thighs, lowering his head to her crotch, smelling the unfamiliar scent of shower gel, perspiration and sexual musk. He kissed her pubic mound gingerly, and she raised her hips and touched his head gently and guided him to exactly where she wanted. The boy quickly realised that here was heaven. He sucked and licked her fleshy pussy lips, drinking down the strong sexual juices, exploring her membranes and vaginal entrance with his tongue, circling her hard little clitoris, making her moan and thrash and buck. Finally she clenched her thighs around his head and made some loud guttural noises and then pushed him away.

‘My, you learn quickly, don’t you? I haven’t cum like that for, oh, days.’

Did she mean that she had lots of orgasms each day, mostly not as good, or was she mocking his technique? But the woman had sat up and was throwing off her jacket and blouse and bra. Her breasts bounced freely.

‘Come on, get your kit off. Unless you don’t want to fuck me?’

Simon hurriedly shed his T-shirt and pants and stood naked before her. His cock was already erect again and the edge had been taken off his urgency, as she intended. She lay back and held her arms up and he lay on top of her. Her body was warm and firm and exciting - firmer than he expected a woman of her age to be, but then he had no experience to go by. He kissed and suckled her breasts, which seemed to please her, for she opened her legs wide and grabbed his buttocks.

‘Fuck me, you little stud. I’m gagging for it.’

Fumbling, Simon managed to get his cockhead between her fleshy lips, still wide open from her recent orgasm. He pushed and slid in easily, feeling her internal muscles gripping him. It was the most glorious sensation he could imagine, and he nearly climaxed again.

‘That’s better,’ Cathy grunted, wrapping her nyloned legs still bearing their black high heels around his waist. ‘Now, fuck me hard!’

He obliged to the best of his ability, and Simon was an athletic and fit young man. He pounded away in her pussy until it squelched loudly with each thrust. Her fingers dug into his buttocks. After a while she rolled him over with surprising strength and lay him on his back and rode him like a cowgirl. She leaned back and grabbed his ankles and gyrated her loins around his cock, while Simon squeezed her taut breasts. Then she fell forward onto him and pumped her hips while biting his neck.

‘Let me know before you come,’ she gasped, but Simon’s cock was getting a little desensitised by all the friction and he knew he could last for a long time. Cathy had no such restrictions - she pumped faster and gave a strangled cry and her pussy clenched around his cock. When she could breathe again she rolled them over and lifted her legs right up to her shoulders without letting him slip out of her. She hugged him round the waist while he pounded deeply into her juice-filled and slurpy vagina. Before many minutes she had climaxed again.

Cathy eased her legs down to the bed and asked him to get off her. Simon knelt up, his reddened cock dripping with her juice. She leaned forward and licked and sucked it, then knelt on all fours with her knees on the edge of the bed.

‘Doggy fashion’ she said breathlessly.

Simon stood behind her and she spread her thighs wide apart and pushed her arse back at him. His gaze was hypnotised by the gaping pink maw of her vagina, framed by dripping, fleshy lips, and the big dark star of her tautly stretched anus. The juice had spread all down her thighs and soaked into her stockings.

‘Come on, put it in,’ she gasped. ‘Haven’t got all day.’

He put his hands on her buttocks and pushed his cock into her hot, wet entrance. It slid in easily until his abdomen hit against her arse.

‘Oh god, that’s deep,’ she grunted. ‘Now, fuck me as hard as you can!’

Simon obeyed with a will. The sweat stung his eyes and his back ached as he pounded into her, loud wet farting noises coming from her pussy as the air was pushed in and out. He heard her giggling. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and she rested her head on the bed and just let him do it as roughly as he could. The juice was squirting out around his cock and dripping off his balls. He thought he could feel her vagina contracting around him as she climaxed again, but it was hard to tell.

The boy caught a glimpse of them in the bedhead mirror - two naked bodies pumping together in an act of raw sex. It was unbelievably erotic, especially when he saw that she was reaching under herself to rub her clitoris. Soon she climaxed again. Simon knew that he could not last much longer.

‘I’m going to cum!’ he gasped, and felt her rub herself faster. His orgasm exploded inside his balls and what felt like oceans of sperm jetted painfully out deep into the body of the newly climaxing woman. Her spasming cunt milked him unforgivingly.

Simon softened quickly and slipped out of her, staggering back. Cathy remained on all fours, her gaping vagina still pulsing gently. Her body was streaked with sweat.

‘Oh jesus,’ he heard her murmur. ‘That was something else.’

In horrified fascination he watched as a flood of thin cloudy liquid spilled from her pink tunnel and poured into the bedcover. It was followed by another gush, then another as her internal muscles pushed out the contents of her vagina. She rolled onto her back and let her legs fall open, laughing weakly.

‘Wow, you give a woman a good time, don’t you?’

‘Was I OK?’ he said, feeling pretty sure that he had been, but needing the reassurance.

‘Well, OK for a first time. With a few months training you might be adequate.’ She laughed. ‘I’m only teasing! You were great. I love really hard sex. In fact, I’m going to give you a reward. This is advanced stuff. Come on, let’s have a shower.’

She got up and pulled him into the bathroom. ‘I like these places, they have big showers.’ She turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. He was amazed by how matter-of-fact she was after what they had just done. He felt emotionally and physically drained, aching and astounded. Cathy slipped her shoes off and peeled down the stockings. He noticed the pink marks around her thighs were the elastic had been.

She stepped into the shower and pulled him in after her. Shoeless, she was a few inches shorter. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and pushed her breasts against him. ‘Come on, soap me down.’

Simon quickly discovered that soaping, and being soaped by, a woman in the shower is one of the finest experiences known to man. Their hands slid over each other’s bodies, exploring every crevice and orifice, laughing and squirming. He felt her fingers probing his anus and boldly did the same to her. She pushed her arse back against him to drive his fingers deep inside her.

‘That’s right, get me good and clean,’ she laughed. ‘You know what’s coming, don’t you?’ He hadn’t, but he guessed now, and his cock, already swelling from the attentions of her hands, hardened further. Cathy helped it along with a few well-placed squeezes.

She stepped out of the shower and hunted through the basket of toiletries on the shelf.

‘Ahah, this is what we need!’ she held up a little bottle, unscrewed it and slathered a layer onto his cock. Then she poured a handful into his palm and turned and put her hands on the wall, thrusting her arse back at him. ‘Come on, rub it in. Get plenty right inside. OK?’

The lad did as he was told, smearing the moisturising cream around her taut anus, slipping his fingers into her muscle ring, massaging the cream deep into her back passage.

‘Mmm, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?’

‘Uhuh,’ was all Simon could say. His cock was aching with the sheer blatant sexiness of the action.

‘Now, put it in. Slowly. I’m very tight but I will stretch. Just take it a millimetre at a time.’

The boy put his purple cockhead against her slippery anus, thinking that there was no way it would open wide enough. But Cathy obviously knew better - she pushed back onto him, breathing deeply, her sphincter twitching against his glans. He pushed back, harder, and suddenly she dilated and he was in, into this woman’s arsehole, her muscle ring gripping him round the base of his glans tighter than he had ever know anything.

‘Mmm, that feels gooood,’ she rasped, ‘Do I need more cream?’

He smeared more of the cream around her taut anus, amazed that the skin had not split under the tension. She pushed back onto him, and he slid into her hotness inch by inch, the unbelievably tight ring working its way further and further down his cock until he was buried in her and her taut buttocks were pressed against his thighs.

‘Jeesus,’ Cathy moaned. ‘You don’t know how good this is. I’m a sucker for anal. Now, fuck my arse, slowly at first. God I feel so full.’

Simon obeyed, holding her soapy hips while he withdrew his cock and then slid it back into her, gently at first, then faster as she got used to it and the noises she was making reassured him that it did indeed feel good. But the extreme sensation of the woman’s tight ring sliding up and down his cock, and the heat of her rectum when he was deep inside her, was to much to bear for long. He groaned and climaxed, achingly, forcing a trickle of thick sperm into her passage. His balls squeezed painfully on empty for quite a time.

‘Sorry,’ he gasped when he could think straight again. ‘I guess it was just too much for me.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Cathy said. ‘You lasted longer than most. Now, pull out as slowly as you can. Don’t want to close up with a bang.’

He withdrew his softening cock as gently as he could. When the head slipped out of her anus, he saw that the hole remained gaping for some seconds before gradually closing up.

‘That was good,’ she said, straightening up, ‘you’re a natural arse-fucker.’ She stroked his cheek but the romance was spoiled by her loud wet fart. They both laughed.

‘Now, we need to clean up. Back in the shower.’

They washed themselves this time, the heat taken off their lust - or at least Simon’s. He soaped his cock carefully, marvelling as to where it had been in the last few hours - deep inside the hot mouth, cunt and arse of an older woman. He looked up and saw Cathy leaning back against the glass looking at him with half-closed eyes. Her hand was down between her open legs and she was masturbating with all four fingers. She rubbed herself strongly and deeply, pumping her pubes forward, rolling a nipple between the fingers of the other hand. She fought to keep her eyes open, staring at him all the time.

‘Watch me come,’ she gasped, and shook as the orgasm suffused her entire body. Her knees buckled and Simon grasped her round the waist and held her while the climax ran its lengthy course. He wanted to kiss her tenderly but somehow, despite all they had done, it didn’t seem right.

Cathy gradually relaxed and reached up and wiped the hair away from her eyes.

‘Should have done that lying down,’ she murmured. ‘Never mind. We better get dried off. God know what the time is.’

They dried themselves and located their clothes and dressed silently. Simon sensed a tension in the air. He looked at the big rumpled bed with its various patches of drying fluids, and smelled the odour of sperm and sexual juice.

They left the door ajar and went out to the car. Cathy suggested a coffee and a snack, so they walked across to the restaurant and she paid, despite his protestations. She didn’t seem angry, just a little withdrawn. They sat down at a table. Simon took a deep breath.

‘Are you OK Cathy? Have I upset you? Or hurt you?’

She looked at him as if he had woken her from a dream, then smiled broadly. He thought how attractive her face was - not beautiful, but strong-featured, open, mature, sexy.

‘No, I’m fine. Just wishing I could do this sort of thing all the time. But work and life gets in the way. And you didn’t hurt me. I can take it a lot harder than that!’

‘That’s a relief. I was worried I’d been too rough.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t try it with some frail young maiden. Oh, I forgot - you’re not a virgin any more now, are you?’

‘I suppose I’m not - thanks to you.’

‘The pleasure was all mine,’ she said, and he heard her emit another bubbly fart. ‘See?’ she laughed.

‘Come on, drink up. We ought to hit the road.’

Back in the Porsche, they didn’t talk about the sex. Cathy kept her jacket buttoned and her skirt down as far as it would go, which wasn’t that far. They talked about his studies, her work, holidays, cars, anything except what they had done together. Simon wasn’t too disappointed as he was feeling emotionally wrung out. He wondered if he would have more confidence with girls now. Or maybe he would only fancy older women...

Eventually they reached Birmingham and Cathy insisted on dropping him at the coach station.

‘Well, thanks for the lift - and everything,’ he said, unwilling to leave the cosy intimacy of the car.

‘Thank you,’ she said with a grin, and leaned over to kiss him softly on the mouth - the first time they had kissed, he realised. ‘Be seeing you.’

He realised that this was a dismissal of sorts. He fetched his bag from the back and got out. Cathy leaned across and held out a business card.

‘My number’s on there. Give me a call sometime if you like.’ She slammed the door and accelerated away with a throaty roar. Simon looked at the card and raised it to his lips, and went to sit down and wait for his parents.

 

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