Bette Andrews - Hitchmiking Harlot

Skip felt the girl's fingers on his balls and shivered with delight. She cupped his nuts with her hand and squeezed them gently, fondling and toying with his hairy sac as he battered into her, ramming harder and harder' and feeling his come getting ready to shoot out of the head of his deeply buried cock.

"Please, harder, harder," she begged, moaning and shaking beneath him. Then, she exploded. Her body contorted and she writhed on the bed, the sheets wrinkling up beneath her as her legs gripped his back and she began to come.

Skip felt his own climax approaching as Julie thrust up beneath him, shivering and crying out that she was creaming, coming, feeling her juices swirling down and covering his cock. Pounding faster and faster into her wet juicy pussy, he heard her scream of passion and knew that he could no longer contain himself.

Suddenly, his balls seemed to tingle and explode. "Shit, baby, now, now!" he cried out joyously. "Oh fuck I'm creaming. I'm shooting!" He felt his come shooting up the length of his deeply buried hose, gushing out in thick hot wads and searing the walls of her tight dripping snatch.

Julie felt the man coming as well. She clung, to him and let her climax take hold, exulting in the feel of his cream cascading into her pussy and bathing the hot burning walls of her vagina. His hot come kept pumping up into her hole and she felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt contracting around his prick as if to milk him dry, to drain him of every last drop of sperm.

She cried out in one long moan of ecstasy. It was not a human cry, but welled up from the back of her throat, an animal call of pure and unadulterated lust. She had given herself up to him, totally and freely.

Soon, Skip could do no more. He lay on top of her, exhausted and breathless. He felt his cock going limp inside her mushy dripping cunt, but he wanted to keep it in place as long as possible. "Unreal," he told her. "Just unbelievable!"

Julie giggled. He had not heard a girl giggle like that in years. I t was honest, real, a sound signifying that she had enjoyed herself, had accepted his compliment without dishonest or false modesty. "I'm glad it worked out," she told him as he moved off of her, his limp pecker plopping out all smeared with come and cunt juice.

"Did you?" he asked, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the night table.

"Did I? Are you kidding? You were fantastic, kiddo!" she told him with a laugh, kissing him quickly. She accepted a lit cigarette and lay in the hollow of his arm, thinking sweet lazy thoughts, enjoying the quiet after-throes of their mutual climax and pleasure…

"Why did you run away?" he asked her a few minutes later, watching the columns of smoke drifting up to the ceiling.

"I'd hardly call it running away," she replied. "My parents knew I was leaving. I have my degree. I'm over twenty-one. It's my own life, you know."

"But what are you escaping?"

"My past," she said in a whisper.

He looked at her curiously, wondering what troubles she was trying.to overcome. She was seeking to separate herself with miles, to erase something that had happened, something that was obviously still causing her great pain and personal anguish.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"Sure, I don't mind. You're a good listener. I like that in a man. I can trust you."

"I should hope so!" he said with mock surprise, squeezing her tightly and kissing her tits with his slightly parted lips. "Go on, I'm all ears." He inhaled deeply and waited for her to begin.

"Well, you know the story about how my English teacher seduced me and took my virginity. And you know that I kept on sleeping with him while I was in high school. The thing of it was, I thought my parents were blind to what was happening.

"I thought I was being discreet and as a result, I got a little cocky and thus, a little careless. It was my downfall, if that's the word for it. For it happened that one day my father discovered me screwing Mr. Billingham."

"Bad scene, eh?" Skip asked her, pleased and yet surprised at her honesty.

"To say the least!" she replied hotly. "Very, very bad scene. We were in the woods together and wouldn't you know that my dad was out fishing. He must have heard us and even though I never saw him, he told me later that he had witnessed the whole thing.

"When I got home, I went up to my room to take a shower. My mother was out and as I got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I heard the front door opening and slamming shut. My father called out to me and when I told him I was upstairs he strode quickly up to my room.'

"His face was livid and he dropped his fishing equipment on the floor and stared at me. 'You little fucking tramp!' he screamed out in a rage. 'I should kill you for this!'

"What are you talking about?' I asked considerably frightened. I'd never seen my father so angry before. He slammed the door to my room and locked it behind him. I edged away, frightened, not knowing what was happening.

"Don't give me this little Miss Innocence routine, young lady. I was out fishing at the lake today. And guess what I saw? Guess!"

“I don't know,' I told him, shaking, clutching the towel around my otherwise naked body.

"Well I'll spell it out for you. I saw you rolling around on the grass with your English teacher, that's what. I saw him fucking the shit out of you and I saw you loving it, loving every minute of it!"

"I was furious at him for spying, but really embarrassed at the same time. I turned red, but before I could say anything or offer an explanation – god knows what I would have said, anyway – he had pulled off his leather belt and was brandishing it in his hands.

" 'You're going to get a beating for this, Julie,' he told me. 'I'm going to have to punish you. This kind of thing can't go on. It's filthy, indecent.' Then, he sat down at the edge of the bed and ordered me to come to him.

"Meekly, scared out of my wits, I shuffled over to my father. 'Get down over my lap,' he said angrily and I complied, getting up over his thighs and bending over, my ass in a perfect position for a spanking. I was still wearing the towel, but he put down the belt and raised his hand. He lifted it over his head and then brought it down, his palm flat, his finger rigid. He slapped my buttocks with a hard resounding thud and I screamed out in pain, flinching, wincing as he stung into my skin.

"Again, he raised his hand, bringing it down hard on my bottom. My ass was burning with pain, but as I struggled, thrashing about on top of his lap and thighs, I felt the most curious thing. Somehow, with all my tossing, the towel had become undone. It was hiked up around my waist and my ass was suddenly exposed, as well as my pussy.

"My naked cunt was right over his crotch and as my father spanked me and I rolled back and forth, trying to escape his merciless blows, my pussy began to rub up and down against his cock. I didn't realize what was happening until I felt a certain definite hardness pressing up against my snatch.

"At first, I didn't realize what it was. He kept hitting, slapping my naked flesh and breathing hard. But the more I rolled on top of him, the more I tossed to get out of his grasp, the harder the thing beneath me became.

"It wasn't long before I realized what it was. You see, as my father spanked me, he began to get an erection. I'd seen his cock in the flesh only once before, when I caught him coming out of the bedroom. That had been purely accidental and I'd only gotten a glimpse of it before he slipped into his bedroom. But now, as he spanked me, I felt this huge long thing rubbing up against my naked crotch.

"It really freaked me out, to say the least!

"At first, I was frightened and upset, but the longer he held me, gripping me around the waist, and the more he spanked me, the greater became my excitement. I just couldn't believe that my father was getting sexually aroused with his own daughter and that I, at the same time, was getting physically turned on as well.