Bette Andrews - Hitchmiking Harlot

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.