Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

Lorna felt her cunt lips twitch with excitement while she looked the hiker over. She liked what she saw. All man, this one. One who stood tall and strong. Dressed in a flannel shirt and an open suede jacket, and faded Levi's so snug she could see the outline of his huge and seemingly half hard cock.

Should I, shouldn't I? Lorna debated while she stared at the prominent bulge in the hitchhiker's crotch and the shotgun in his pant leg. She realized that the man might be dangerous, but before she knew it, she stopped to give him a lift.

"Don't just stand there looking surprised, Cowboy," Lorna said when she leaned across the seat to unlock and open the door for him. "Hop in before a cop shows up and arrests us both. You for thumbing, and me for picking you up. Hurry."

The cowboy grabbed up his duffel bag and slipped in beside her. Not a sound escaped his lips, but action spoke louder than words. When Lorna set the station wagon in motion again, she felt his eyes burning into her bra and blouse-covered breasts, her thighs and skirted hip. From past experience she knew he was anxious to haul out his cock and use it on her, while instinct added that he was waiting for her to make the first move. One corner of her ripe red mouth turned up. Thank heaven she wasn't bashful. She couldn't afford to be. Not the way her cunt was itching in want of the big prick this young stranger was packing in his faded jeans.

Lorna took a deep and deliberate breath that disturbed her sharply pointed tits, then asked, "How far are you going, Cowboy?"

"Idaho, Pocatello."

Lorna thrilled to the sound of his voice. It went with the rest of him. He was ruggedly handsome, and he had a muscular body. But was he as virile as he looked? She hoped he wouldn't turn out to be a dud when it came to using his cock. So did her cunt.

A soft laugh made her breasts tremble again.

"This is your lucky day, Cowboy. It's right on the route I'm taking home, so toss your gear in the back and make yourself comfortable."

"Maybe I'd better keep this duffel bag on my lap like it already is," the hiker drawled, then surprised her by adding, "Sight of this hard-on I came up with the minute I laid eyes on you might get my ass booted out of this wagon you're driving."

"Only if it's too small."

"It isn't small."

Lorna's right hand left the steering wheel and dropped to the seat between them.

"Show me, convince me."

The cowboy laughed and tossed his duffel bag in the back of the station wagon. At the same time he shifted on the seat to show her his erection. Lorna took a quick look, then gave a squeal of delight and reached to grab a handful of his cock. Her cunt went wild with lust the instant she touched his prick. It was so huge, so hard! And still, growing! Through the faded denim pant leg she could feel it getting fatter and longer. Oooh, she couldn't wait to have this monster of a dick shoved all the way to its balls in her hungry pussy!

"Pull over and let me drive, beautiful," the cowboy said. "There's an off ramp and a small town a couple of miles up the road I got to know, pretty well while bumming around. Once there all we need is money for a motel room."

"Money's no problem," Lorna said while she stopped the wagon and changed places with him, unzipped his fly and reached inside to fondle his petrified cock.

"Just get my hot cunt there as fast as you can, Cowboy," she told him.

"Hang on to my dick and we'll be there before you know it."

Lorna did more than hang on to his erection. She hauled it all the way out of his jeans and skinned down to expose its huge cockhead. Her red-tipped fingers explored the deeply veined shaft and found it sticky with jism. Alarm swept through her. The way his prick was leaking come he might blow his nuts all over the dashboard before too long. She shook her head. It wasn't going to happen. She wouldn't let it happen. Not while her mouth was around to catch his semen.

Yielding to the sudden craving she had for a taste of Cowboy's jism, Lorna slid her shapely ass toward the far side of the wagon, then lowered her head and bent his leaking prick toward her waiting mouth. In the bright sunlight that caught it the spade-shaped knob took on a purplish color, and for a fleeting moment the tint reminded her of the way her ex-husband's cockhead always looked just before she went down on him. The purple told her that Cowboy's load would be an enormous one. Thick, hot and delicious. The only kind she liked to drain from a man's cock.

Lorna admired the healthy cockhead for a couple of more seconds. Then she put it in her wide open mouth and wrapped her warm lips around the jism-oozing beauty, eyes closing, to savor every moment of the blow job she was about to give Cowboy.

Cowboy's prick quivered in her mouth the instant she trapped it between her lips. She felt it rubbing and twitching on the flat surface of her hot tongue. To keep from losing him in case he took a sharp curve when he left the interstate, she braced her feet against the off door, then coiled her left hand around the thick base of his prick. At the same time she scooped his damp and heavy balls into her right hand, cradled and squeezed them gently. She loved to play with a man's nuts while she sucked and teethed on his cock.

Lorna's head began to dance over the cock she was sucking. Each time she went down she took more of it, and soon she felt the velvety tip of it touch the entrance to her throat. Not ready to take his prick all the way to the balls, she backed off and applied pressure to the ridge around his cockhead. A fat drop of come was her reward for squeezing the knob with her lips. She made a humming sound. His jism tasted delicious. She wanted more. A whole lot more. She went after it.

Pressing her tingling breasts into the seat cushions, she twirled her tongue around the head of Cowboy's vibrating cock. It wouldn't be long now, she told herself. Soon he would blow his nuts and flood bet mouth with jism. She kept sucking. First slowly. Then faster. The more she speeded up the tighter his balls became. His prick kept growing and hardening between her milking lips. She curled her tongue around the corded shaft and raked her teeth over it. Suddenly she heard Cowboy grunt, and during this same fraction of a moment she felt his nuts tremble in the beginning of orgasm. And then he erupted all the way.

Thick wads of jism scalded the roof of Lorna's mouth, the back of her throat, then puddled around her lower teeth. She started gulping it down as quickly as she could. She gobbled until there was nothing left to gobble. Then she took his softening cock out of her mouth and licked it dry with her tongue before she sat up.

"Judging by the amount of come you just finished feeding me, I'd say you've been without sex for quite a while, Cowboy."

"Lady, you wouldn't believe me if I told you how long."

"Not lady, Lorna. Your name?"

"Cowboy's as good a name as any, Lorna."

He pointed his finger at the windshield as he crammed his soggy prick back inside his jeans.

"There's the motel I once stopped at when times were better. It's not the best place in this hick town, but the liquor store next door makes up for its drawbacks. Give me some money and I'll get the room while you get a bottle of something."

Lorna dug a hundred dollar bill from her shoulder bag.

"Register us as tourists from Florida. There are no numbers to remember. The license plate carries my name on it."

When Lorna came out of the liquor store a few minutes later she found Cowboy hauling her luggage into number 7. Silent laughter rocked her breasts while she walked up to him. Evidently he was planning an all day and all night suck and fuck session with the wild redhead from Florida who had already given him a blow job. She was all for it. After four days of doing without, she was ready for all the cock she could get from him.