Bette Andrews

Hitchmiking Harlot

Chapter 1

Julie sat at the edge of the road, half-hidden in the tall grass. She had been trying to get a ride for the past two hours, but she hadn't met with any luck. A lot of middle-aged women with hats and blue hair had passed by in station wagons loaded with kids and dogs. They made faces at her, gave her the finger when their mothers weren't looking, and roared by, throwing up dust as they disappeared around the bend in the road. She leaned against her knapsack, the late afternoon sun tinting her skin golden. Opening her peasant blouse, she pulled it free of her jeans and let the warmth beat down on her naked chest. Her tits rose up, two perfectly proportioned round globes of succulent flesh, capped by large budding nipples surrounded by aureoles of dark pink skin.

Lazily she moved a hand over to her chest and cupped one tit, fingering the nipple and sighing, closing her eyes as she rolled the little finger of flesh between her thumb and forefinger. It grew hard and taut, elongating, stretching and filling her with a curious sense of warmth and comfort.

If it hadn't been for mother, she thought to herself, her mouth going down in an involuntary frown as the warmth spread languidly through her body and down to her loins, bathing her groin in a sweet pleasurable sensation.

Toying with first one nipple and then the other, she tried to put the pieces together in her mind. She was twenty-three and unhappy. Having found what she wanted, it had been rudely taken away from her and now she had left, determined to make it on her own.

I had no business living at home, anyway, she said inside her mind. What girl in her right mind spends her college years at home with her parents?

But her mother and father couldn't afford to let her go to a university out of town. She had been forced to attend the local college for four long suffering years. Now that that was behind her, she just didn't know what to do with her life.

It was mother's fault, she said again and she closed her eyes, returning to the past as the sun and the warmth lulled her gently to sleep.

Julie awakened with a start. She had been moaning in her sleep, tossing on the ground. Now, she looked down and saw how one of her hands had slipped right inside her jeans. A finger was thrust up inside her pussy and her hand was soaking wet. She had come in her sleep.

The memory of her affair with Mr. Billingham came back to her, and she smiled, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking at this very moment. She hadn't seen him in years, for he had later confessed that he only dug making it with his students, young girls all innocent and virgin.

But when she had been with him, he had proved an admirable teacher, a stallion of insatiable physical needs. He was a man whose sexual appetite seemed to know no bounds. She remembered what had happened when she had met him with his fiancee, a woman he had been engaged to for over -three years.

The thought of it made her giggle, but she realized that it was getting late and the sun was about to go down. Getting to her feet, she swung on her knapsack and trudged to the edge of the road, extending her thumb out once again, hoping to get a ride.

As she extended her thumb in the traditional hitchhiker's gesture, she wondered if the drivers who had passed her had been put off by her dress. She wore a thin peasant blouse without a bra and bell bottom blue jeans that clung to her round ample buttocks and thighs, flaring out below her knees. She wore walking boots, hiking shoes, on her feet and she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other, growing more and more impatient.

When she saw another station wagon coming into view, she was instantly disappointed, expecting to see another load of kids sticking out their tongues at her, another middle-aged respectable mother driving by without once glancing her way.

But to her absolute and utter amazement, the wagon slowed down as it passed her pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. The driver honked his horn and she ran up to the car, a smile on her face as the driver leaned over and Opened the front door.

Julie climbed in, slinging her knapsack onto the back seat. "Where you going?" the driver asked, starting up the car once again.

"Anywhere. I'm going as far as anywhere," she said without too much determination, slumping down in her seat and glancing over at the driver. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered him one.

"Thanks," he said, accepting a lit cigarette from between her outstretched fingers.

As she smoked, she watched the fellow drive. He was in his early thirties, with curly black hair that was fashionably long. His features were strong and ruggedly handsome and somehow, he looked-as far as Julie was concerned-like a slightly younger and wilder version of Mr. Billingham.

But she said nothing to him, giving him the once-over. Satisfied, she stared out the window and it was a good twenty minutes before he broke her silent introspection. "You're not a talker, are you?" he asked, not unpleasantly.

"I wanted a ride," she told him.

"Just thought it would make things go faster," the man told her with a smile which she did not acknowledge. "My name's Skip Howard, by the way."

"Julie," she told him, trying not to think of her past, but just her immediate plans. The latter, however, were nebulous and unformed. She just didn't know what she intended to do. With her life, with her body, with anything and everything she possessed in the way of thoughts and experiences. It all moved around inside her in circles, lazy circles of confusion.

As far as Skip Howard was concerned, he couldn't have picked up a prettier hitchhiker. The girl was, in his estimation, extremely pretty. Her features were fluid and smooth, but not unformed and characterless like an ordinary girl. "I'm warm," he 'heard her say and before he could turn down another window, she had pulled her blouse out of its confines, unbuttoning the bottom buttons and tucking it up around the middle of her chest.

He glanced over at her and noticed the smooth flesh of her stomach almost all the way up to her large ripe breasts. He opened his eyes a little wider, noting that she didn't wear a bra. In fact, her tits strained against the thin material and he could see the outline of her pert little nipples, two little imprints which caught his eye and made his mouth water.

As they drove on, he could see the gentle and provocative swaying of her breasts as she breathed deeply, inhaling smoke from her cigarette. He saw too that she had an extraordinary figure. Her tits were large, perhaps a trifle too large for her frame, but they were also firm and stood out from her chest, jutting with almost an unspoken pride and determination. They dropped off to her slim waist. Then, her figure flared out into wide titillating hips that were enclosed by the tight material of her jeans. The jeans themselves, he decided, seemed molded to her body, showing off her thighs and the rounded curve of her deliciously plump little bottom.

"You going out to the Coast?" she asked him, shifting in her seat so that she faced him.

Skip looked at her, his eyes drawn once again to her exquisite boobs. Then he forced himself to look up at her face, and smiled. "I don't know for sure. Actually, I'm on my way to Reno to get a divorce. Isn't that too funny? A divorce."

"You hate your wife or something?" she said with a swagger.

"She's frigid," and he turned his eyes once again to the road.

"And I bet you're thinking that if you give me a ride to the Coast, I'll let you ball me, right?"

He looked at her, opening his mouth in amazement.

"It's cool, mister," Julie told him flatly. "I'm twenty-three years old. I may look sixteen, but I've come a long way since my days with Mr. Fucker Billingham?"

"Mr. Who?" he asked her, not sure if she was as old as she had said. She looked much younger, although there was a certain hardness around her mouth, a certain set of lines in the corners of her eyes that betrayed her experience and worldly ways.

"Mr. Billingham, my university English teacher. I was just dreaming of him before you picked me up. He was the one who took my cherry, if we're going to be blunt about these things. Not that I'm embarrassed. I'm not. Not at all. In fact, I once did a pretty wild number with him, now that I think about it." She smiled to herself, recalling Billingham and his fiancee.

"What's a wild number?" he asked her. "An orgy? Something like that?"

"Something," she said dreamily, thinking of what had happened. "Hey, you like stories? Good dirty stories straight from the horse's… the filly's mouth?"

"Sure. I'm a swinger, kiddo," he said proudly, forgetting his wife for the first time since he had left her. He felt buoyed up, stimulated and despite himself, he could sense how his cock was growing, getting good and hard inside his trousers.

He let his erection grow, the blood filling his cock as he kept his hands on the wheel, concentrating on his driving and her voice, all at once. "Go on, tell me, I bet you won't be able to excite me, though," and he laughed nervously, wondering if she would think him a freak or a thirty-year-old bore.

"We'll see about that," Julie told him, clearing her throat and tossing her cigarette out the front window. "You see, after he fucked me for the first time, I used to go to his house a couple times a week. We'd always do it and in a sense, I was his pupil, in more ways than one.

"Well, late one afternoon I went over to his house. When I knocked on the door, no one answered and so I walked right in. Immediately, I heard sounds coming from his bedroom. I was really pissed, thinking that he was balling some girl from school and strode angrily to the door of his room.

"But it was half-open already and so I peeked inside, curious to see what was happening. Arid when I took one look, I just opened my eyes in amazement. Because there on his king-size bed was Mr. Billingham and this woman. She was his fiancee, for I remembered him showing me her picture. They'd been engaged for quite a while, but still hadn't gotten married. She was close to thirty, and looked It. Mr. Billingham, as you've probably guessed, had a thing for young girls.

"Shit but at the time I was eighteen and though I wasn't a virgin, I was still pretty naive. I mean, I'd never seen two people balling before and the sight of it really freaked me. It just blew my mind!"

"Both of them were completely naked. His fiancee-the woman's name was Beth-had a ripe lush body. Her tits sagged a little, but she was in good shape, pretty much. She was of course much more physically mature than I was and her tits were even bigger and wider than my own girlish mounds. They were large and heavy and I remember staring at the nipples, because they looked enormous, like cow udders.

"She and Mr. Billingham were lying on their backs and he was playing with her naked cunt. It was covered with a thick patch of hair just like the hair around his pecker. Her cunt lips were a real dark red and much larger and broader than my own tender folds.

"But my teacher's cock was just as big and hard as always he had a really huge piece if meat and he certainly knew how to use it. Well, he shoved his fingers down into her pussy and she spread her legs wide, whimpering softly. But what really amazed me was that when Mr. Rockford opened up the folds of his fiancee's cunt, I got a chance to see her clitoris.

"Holy shit, but I'll never forget how my eyes just bugged out of my head. It was so much bigger than mine, a stiff little stem of flesh that looked for all the world like the finger of a child. I was really envious, imagining that Beth could be much more physically aroused, just by virtue of the size of her clit.

“Sugar, sugar, I just love to play with your clit," Mr. Rockford told her hotly and she just giggled and kept toying with his pecker, rubbing the palm of her hand around the knob of his cock. I kept putting my hand on the door, wanting to walk right in and surprise them. But first, I decided to see what kind of things they would do together in bed.

"At the same time, I began to play with myself, slipping my hand up and under my skirt and into my panties, prying apart the lips of my snatch. They were, as you might well imagine, already moist and I pushed my middle finger right inside, rubbing it around my clit. I was feeling no pain, no pain at all.

"Standing there, crouched by the edge of the half open door, I watched them, waiting to see what would happen. After Beth fondled his cock, she told Mr. Billingham that she wanted to get fucked. 'Put it inside me, darling,' she whispered to him.

"Ride me first," he replied with considerable emotion and excitement welling up in his voice. Quickly, Beth got up on top of him, straddling him so that her plump matronly ass faced me and I couldn't see their faces. I was a little disappointed, but she bent over him and did something with her hands.

"Then, between her legs I could see how she was actually lowering herself on his cock. She was sitting on it, pushing it up inside her twat as she leaned lower and lower. Finally, she sat on him completely and he groaned anxiously, his pecker buried all the way up inside her cunt. 'Oh yes,' he moaned. 'Ride me. Move it you sweet fucker. Move up and down and make my cock burn,' he urged her in a hoarse gruff voice.

"At the same time, my own finger was darting in and out, frictioning my clitoris and the tight little walls of my twat. The woman began to bounce up and down on top of my lover's massive tool and she kept on riding him, sobbing and moaning, groaning and panting with mounting lust."

At this point, Julie stopped her story abruptly and turned to look at Skip. She was pleased to notice how his breath was coming in little spurts of anxiety. The color had risen in his face and he kept his hands glued rigidly to the wheel. But what pleased her even more was the shape of his hard-on, for his cock was obviously hard and rigid, tenting up the front of his trousers.

"Do you want me to continue?" she asked, loving the way she was teasing him.

"Of course," he mumbled, obviously embarrassed. "Just keep going. But I can't promise… "

"Can't promise what?"

"Nothing, nothing," he said quickly. "Go on, kiddo. I'm all ears. Us middle-aged fuckers can still get it up, you know."

"I wouldn't doubt it," she replied under her breath, continuing where she had left off. "Well, you can imagine how difficult it was for me to control myself. I wasn't sure if I should just walk in and surprise them in the midst of their balling. But any minute I knew I'd explode and I just wanted Mr. Billingham to shove his cock into my pussy. I had to come, had to feel all those wonderfully delightful tingly things happening inside my body.

"Watching, I saw how Beth rose up and down on his cock, moving quickly and feverishly. I saw Mr. Billingham's great hairy nuts flopping over his thighs and heard his breath coming quickly. 'Oh shit, now. You're going to make me cream in a minute.' She begged him to come, to fill her with cream and make her go apeshit when he spurted his load and so I decided to wait, at least until both of them had finished coming.

"So I just stayed where I was, staring at them as they moved together as one. Finally, Mr. Billingham called out to Beth and I saw how his legs were trembling as if he was having a spasmodic attack or a fit of some kind.

"I'm creaming!" he screamed at her. 'Motherfucker I'm shooting!' His moans filled my ears and my fingers felt moist and damp as they played in and out of my snatch. Beth sobbed fiercely and I knew Mr. Billingham was coming, shooting his load into her twat just as he had spread it white and thick inside my pussy many times before.

"It was too exciting for me and as soon as they quieted down and Beth got off of him, his cock plopping out all covered with his white stuff, I walked into the room. 'Julie!' he shouted at me. What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little cock sucker?'

“Who is she?" Beth demanded. Surprisingly, she made no attempt to cover her nakedness but rather stayed where she was, staring at me with a curious expression on her face.

"A friend," he mumbled. “A close friend."

"Just what you need, Billingham," she said sarcastically. “I suppose you're going to ask her to join us."

"I don't think the idea had occurred to him but as soon as Beth said it, he just smiled at me and motioned for, me to take off my clothes. “I'm getting out of here!" she screamed, but he grabbed her around the waist and threw her down on the bed, using one hand to spread apart her cunt lips.

"They were all smeared with his come and he asked me if I'd ever seen a clit the size of Beth's. When I told him that I hadn't, he suggested that I get down between her legs and suck on it. The idea freaked me, but I wanted him so desperately that I knew I'd do anything to have him. So I buried my face between her thighs, suddenly strangely excited at the prospect of tasting another woman's cunt-flesh.

"I have a feeling Beth was a dyke, a lesbian, because as soon as I started eating her out, she quieted down. Her cunt was flecked with wads of his come and I licked them up, savoring the salty musky taste of his semen. And then, I just pawed my way through the thick curls and ringlets of her pubic hair until I found her clitoris poking up, just like an erect little finger.

Without wasting a moment, secretly wishing that Mr. Billingham would get down between my legs and eat me out at the same time, I dived right in. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as Beth rubbed her hands over my back and I began to suck and nibble on her delicious hairy snatch.

"It was pungent and juicy and I loved the way she pushed her hips up to meet each fresh downward thrust of my lips and tongue. ‘Make me shiver,’ she whispered. 'Make me feel all hot and excited.' I licked and sponged my way in and out of her deep gaping honey pot, noting that it was much wider than my own. My mouth lashed hotly against the walls of her womanly vagina and I wrapped my tongue around her clit until she was trembling, sobbing and moaning with short little excited whimpers of growing passion and animal arousal.

"The very idea that I was exciting her so really pleased me and when I felt Billingham's hands on me I let him do whatever he wanted, giving him my body totally. He positioned me so that he was able to get his mouth right up to my tight sweet vagina.

"Then, he fell on me in a frenzy and started licking and slurping up my cunt, sucking eagerly and moaning how good it tasted, how he could just eat me out for days, for days on end. I was shivering, overcome with pleasure as I continued to move my tongue in and out of Beth's hot gaping twat. Meanwhile, Billingham dived down far and rubbed the raspy surface of his hot tongue up and down against my clitorial shaft, making me go insane, unable to control myself.

"The three of us were rolling around on the bed an then Billingham – leave it to him – managed to get us into a perfectly linked circle. Even as he kept on sucking on my pussy he managed to swivel around so that Beth moved onto her side and as I sucked on her cunt, she opened her mouth to accept her fiancee's huge bloated pecker.

"I looked up, just in time to see the delightfully erotic sight. He rammed it right inside her mouth, stuffing his meat all the way in as she started to suck on it hotly. It was wonderful the way all three of us were so involved, sucking and slurping, eating each other out with a joyous and frenzied abandon.

"I was feeling so free and uninhibited that I even reached up and began to fondle Beth's heavy swelling jugs. I pinched her nipples as she shoved her pubic up, arching her black slightly and stuffing my face full of her hot juicy cunt. Thinking about him fucking me made my head swim and suddenly, I heard him finally pulling away from my cunt.

"Billingham pulled his pecker out of Beth's mouth and took me around the shoulders, laying me down on the bed. Then, as the older woman stood by and watched, an expression of rapt and undivided attention on her face, Billingham got up on top of me.

"He positioned me with my legs spread wide apart and used two pillows to prop up my body, thus bringing my moist hot cunt right into direct line with is massive erection. I was ready and told him so. Bracing himself on the palms of his hands, his hairy thick-set thighs spread my legs even wider as he bent down and guided the head of his enormous tool right up to my snatch.

"It was all wet and glistening and very well lubricated, so he had no difficulty wedging the rounded head of his cock right between the outer flaps of my vagina. Taking aim, he pushed down and forward and my breath whistled out between my teeth as I gazed down with delight, watching and feeling his hose slipping deeper and deeper inside my snatch.

"Oh yes," I moaned. ‘More, give me more. More!' Beth was fingering herself as she watched my teacher plowing into me, shoving more and more of his thick muscular pole of man-flesh deep into my vagina.

"Billingham was mumbling how tight it felt and I was crying out, 'More, harder,' like a madwoman, totally obsessed with having him all the way inside my womb. He pushed forcefully and soon enough was able to get every last thick inch of his rigid hard-on right inside my cunt. I felt about to burst, filled so totally that there wasn't an inch of space between the shaft of his dick and the walls of my pussy. Then, my teacher started to piston in and out, working slowly and steadily.as if he was building up a head of steam.

"And while he rammed in and out, hammering away, Beth got up behind him and I saw how she bent down and spread apart the cheeks of his hairy muscular bottom. 'Rim me and suck on my balls’, he told her and she moved her mouth right between his round hairy orbs, sucking on his asshole.

"I'd never seen such a thing before, had never imagined that a man or anyone else for that matter could enjoy such highly specialized anal activities. But Mr. Billingham later told me that the ass has the same nerve supply as the sex organs and he loved the way it felt when Beth thrust her tongue in and out of his rectum, thus massaging and tickling his prostate gland and exciting him even more.

"She must have been doing a good job, because he slammed into me like a maniac, harder and more brutal than ever before. But I loved it and kept pushing up, wanting more and more of his amazingly thick long penis. I t was so much better than the first time we had balled. There was no pain, only pleasure and I loved the way he ground his hard hairy belly against me and how he nibbled and tongued my tits, moaning hotly, exciting me even more.

"While Beth worked on his ass, sucking and 'lapping his bottom hole, I held onto Billingham as he rammed and plowed vigorously. My twat was stretched to the breaking point and the friction built up into a heat that threatened to ignite my very flesh. And just as I started to come, begging him to hammer away, he screamed out that he was about to shoot.

"We were writhing and moaning on the bed as he jabbed his meat in up to the root, his nuts whacking against me, Beth fingering herself and eating out his ass. Then, he began to shoot, creaming into my pussy, filling me with his wonderfully warm jism. I was coming as well, experiencing an incredibly overwhelming orgasm so that I thought I saw stars, I was so overcome by erotic pleasure and physical satisfaction.

"He kept shaking and creaming, splattering his semen into me until I couldn't take it anymore. Beth was coming, still frigging herself rapidly and the moans and screams of lust which filled the room were just not to be believed.

"Well, to make a long story short, it was my first and last orgy. Not that I wouldn't have wanted another go at it, but Mr. Billingham told me that Beth was incredibly jealous and just couldn't hack it. 'C'est la guerre, as they say in France."

"Unbelievable!" Skip said, the word issuing from between his lips. He had listened attentively, considerably unnerved and considerably turned on. In fact, his cock was about to burst, hard and throbbing inside his pants. He hadn't felt so horny in days and just couldn't control his mounting excitement.

The girl told a story better than anyone he had heard and he wondered when he would be able to put the screws on her, and screw into her, as the case might be.