Gunner77
03-04-2018, 04:45 PM
It was a rather rainy Saturday afternoon, as Mike was making his trek homeward. He had stopped off to get some fuel in a little town just south of Fresno. He was in somewhat of a rush to get home to Roseburg Oregon. His 14 year old step-daughter was staying at his friends house while his wife was consoling her older sister in Seattle. Her husband had left her for a 23 year old intern at his law firm. Mike knew the trek home was at least another 14 hours. That would put him home in the wee hours of the morning. He decided to stock up on junk food and energy drinks as well as a quick stop at the McDonald’s drive thru. His next stop would most likely be in Redding. As he left McDonalds parking lot he popped in an old Lynard Skynard CD. He cranked up Sweet Home Alabama.
He rolled by a girl hitchhiking. Not sure what made him take his foot off the accelerator and apply the brake, no matter, his life was taking a detour. She couldn’t have been more than 15. She was soaking wet. Even though it was late spring, the rain was cold. She was dressed in old pair of blue jeans, a faded “Three Stages of Tequila” t-shirt, and a thin green wind breaker. She was carrying a small dingy back pack. Mike turned off the stereo and lowered the window as she approached. Where you headed? He asked. Seattle. How about you? Just outside Portland. Hop in and get out of that rain, he said as he was gathering up the junk food energy drinks and McDonalds. He moved them to the back seat. You must be freezing. Ahh it’s not that bad, she said trying to act tough. He was driving a late model BMW. No dings very clean inside. She put her bag at her feet. He turned the seat warmer to medium and adjusted her side temperature up a little. My name is Mike, Mike Barker. What’s yours. Cynthia, Cynthia Truman. You can call me Cyndi.
Thanks mister, I really appreciate it. Like, I thought I was never gonna get a ride. Everybody is in a hurry. Like, in a hurry for what I don’t know. Cyndi reminded him of Samantha. He could tell they were close in age. She pulled her jacket off and put her seat belt on. Buckle up for safety she quipped. She pushed her chest out, as if she were trying to look older. The shoulder strap went between her perky breasts. They were shapely, but nowhere near what they will be in a couple years. Mike gently placed his foot on the accelerator and casually got up to highway speed as he merged into traffic. So Cyndi, what’s in Seattle? The Space Needle she laughed. Just kidding. My dad. Like, well he is my step dad. Same thing really. He raised me. Him and mom split two years back. I have been looking all over for him. Finally found him, I think. Lives in Renton just outside Seattle. Been messenging him. He thinks I am 38 and divorced. She giggled. Mike sat there listening, mind wandering in places it definitely shouldn’t be with a 15 year old if she is that. Where’s your mom? He could tell he hit a sensitive topic. I am sorry, I don’t mean to pry. She took a deep breath. No it’s ok. She is like in jail. She would get drunk and abuse me. Last time she broke my wrist. I am a ward of the state. I was placed in Utah foster care program. Don’t know what was worse. I ran away 6 months ago after my foster dad made me do things. She took another deep breath. It’s not like I didn’t like doing them, but when his buddies would do what they did, they weren’t very nice. Oh they would give me money, trying to like ease the conscience.
I located my dad, saved up and left. Mike tried not to look horrified. Listen mister, I just want you to know I really appreciate you stopping. Thank you so very much! Mike said, no problem. Hey, are you hungry? I bought a crap load of burgers. You want some? He reached in the back and grabbed the bag and handed it to her. Help yourself. Her eyes widened. She composed herself and took a burger from the wrapper and began eating. She ate slow and with dignity. After her fifth burger, Mike said where are my manners? He reached in the back seat and grabbed a Monster Energy Drink, opened it for her, and handed it to her. You are too nice. Sorry, she said, most men in my life have been, pardon my language, assholes. Except my daddy. My daddy is nice like you.
I don’t have much money left, but I wanna like pay you. Her left hand went to Mikes thigh. She gently began rubbing it. I can give you a “tugger”. Her hand seized his growing shaft. My! She exclaimed! Taking her right hand she grabbed his and placed it on her left breast. She kneaded it, encouraging him to knead her tit. Cyndi unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down to her moistening slit. She looked at Mike and said, whip it out. I wanna see it. I wanna play with it. Can I play with it? Mike was in awe. 30 minutes ago, all he could think about was getting home to his daughter. Now all he could think about was this adolescent beauty wanting to use his hardness as a play toy. Taking his hand from her breast he opened his fly. With some uncomfortable bending, he freed his manhood. Cyndi looked in awe. It was by far the biggest she had ever seen and it was still growing. The eight inches was one thing, but it was abundantly thick as well. It was even bigger than daddy’s. She squeezed it. Her small hands barely wrapped around it. His hand went for breasts again. This time under her damp shirt. He pushed the bra cup over puffy nipple. He teased her nipple with his thumb and fingers. She cooed. She began stroking his enormous cock. Pre cum oozed out. She gathered most it with her fingers and placed it in her mouth. Mmmmm! Her left hand went back to stroking, all the while her right hand diddled her excited clit. Her hips were churning.
Mike was having a difficult time focusing on the road. Thank God for cruise control. He was slowly passing a semi and the driver got an eyeful. Cyndi looked up at Mike and said lift my shirt and show him my tits. Mike obliged. The driver hit his horn twice in appreciation. Cyndi took more pre-cum from Mikes hard cock. Tilted her head back and sucked her fingers. She winked at the driver and went back to stroking Mike. Mike was feeling his cum start to build. The feel of her soft young tit flesh in his further excited him. He told her how good it felt. Yes! Just like that. Keep stroking me. His cum was rising. Cyndi could tell. His ball sack was getting tighter and his shaft was getting harder. This excited her and her hips began to thrust uncontrollably as she fingered herself. Just as she was about to cum, Mike could hold back no longer. He began shooting wads of cum, triggering Cyndi’s own orgasm. She writhed as she held orgasm for as long as she could. Her pussy lips were convulsing. As Mike unloaded his last spurt, Cyndi removed her soaked finger and put them up to Mikes lips. Then Cyndi licked up every drop of cum she could find, even the last little bit still in Mikes cock head and shaft. She sucked hard and constant as she stroked out every last drop out with her hand. She looked at Mike and said. I never waste a drop of cum.
What do you think? Should I continue?
He rolled by a girl hitchhiking. Not sure what made him take his foot off the accelerator and apply the brake, no matter, his life was taking a detour. She couldn’t have been more than 15. She was soaking wet. Even though it was late spring, the rain was cold. She was dressed in old pair of blue jeans, a faded “Three Stages of Tequila” t-shirt, and a thin green wind breaker. She was carrying a small dingy back pack. Mike turned off the stereo and lowered the window as she approached. Where you headed? He asked. Seattle. How about you? Just outside Portland. Hop in and get out of that rain, he said as he was gathering up the junk food energy drinks and McDonalds. He moved them to the back seat. You must be freezing. Ahh it’s not that bad, she said trying to act tough. He was driving a late model BMW. No dings very clean inside. She put her bag at her feet. He turned the seat warmer to medium and adjusted her side temperature up a little. My name is Mike, Mike Barker. What’s yours. Cynthia, Cynthia Truman. You can call me Cyndi.
Thanks mister, I really appreciate it. Like, I thought I was never gonna get a ride. Everybody is in a hurry. Like, in a hurry for what I don’t know. Cyndi reminded him of Samantha. He could tell they were close in age. She pulled her jacket off and put her seat belt on. Buckle up for safety she quipped. She pushed her chest out, as if she were trying to look older. The shoulder strap went between her perky breasts. They were shapely, but nowhere near what they will be in a couple years. Mike gently placed his foot on the accelerator and casually got up to highway speed as he merged into traffic. So Cyndi, what’s in Seattle? The Space Needle she laughed. Just kidding. My dad. Like, well he is my step dad. Same thing really. He raised me. Him and mom split two years back. I have been looking all over for him. Finally found him, I think. Lives in Renton just outside Seattle. Been messenging him. He thinks I am 38 and divorced. She giggled. Mike sat there listening, mind wandering in places it definitely shouldn’t be with a 15 year old if she is that. Where’s your mom? He could tell he hit a sensitive topic. I am sorry, I don’t mean to pry. She took a deep breath. No it’s ok. She is like in jail. She would get drunk and abuse me. Last time she broke my wrist. I am a ward of the state. I was placed in Utah foster care program. Don’t know what was worse. I ran away 6 months ago after my foster dad made me do things. She took another deep breath. It’s not like I didn’t like doing them, but when his buddies would do what they did, they weren’t very nice. Oh they would give me money, trying to like ease the conscience.
I located my dad, saved up and left. Mike tried not to look horrified. Listen mister, I just want you to know I really appreciate you stopping. Thank you so very much! Mike said, no problem. Hey, are you hungry? I bought a crap load of burgers. You want some? He reached in the back and grabbed the bag and handed it to her. Help yourself. Her eyes widened. She composed herself and took a burger from the wrapper and began eating. She ate slow and with dignity. After her fifth burger, Mike said where are my manners? He reached in the back seat and grabbed a Monster Energy Drink, opened it for her, and handed it to her. You are too nice. Sorry, she said, most men in my life have been, pardon my language, assholes. Except my daddy. My daddy is nice like you.
I don’t have much money left, but I wanna like pay you. Her left hand went to Mikes thigh. She gently began rubbing it. I can give you a “tugger”. Her hand seized his growing shaft. My! She exclaimed! Taking her right hand she grabbed his and placed it on her left breast. She kneaded it, encouraging him to knead her tit. Cyndi unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down to her moistening slit. She looked at Mike and said, whip it out. I wanna see it. I wanna play with it. Can I play with it? Mike was in awe. 30 minutes ago, all he could think about was getting home to his daughter. Now all he could think about was this adolescent beauty wanting to use his hardness as a play toy. Taking his hand from her breast he opened his fly. With some uncomfortable bending, he freed his manhood. Cyndi looked in awe. It was by far the biggest she had ever seen and it was still growing. The eight inches was one thing, but it was abundantly thick as well. It was even bigger than daddy’s. She squeezed it. Her small hands barely wrapped around it. His hand went for breasts again. This time under her damp shirt. He pushed the bra cup over puffy nipple. He teased her nipple with his thumb and fingers. She cooed. She began stroking his enormous cock. Pre cum oozed out. She gathered most it with her fingers and placed it in her mouth. Mmmmm! Her left hand went back to stroking, all the while her right hand diddled her excited clit. Her hips were churning.
Mike was having a difficult time focusing on the road. Thank God for cruise control. He was slowly passing a semi and the driver got an eyeful. Cyndi looked up at Mike and said lift my shirt and show him my tits. Mike obliged. The driver hit his horn twice in appreciation. Cyndi took more pre-cum from Mikes hard cock. Tilted her head back and sucked her fingers. She winked at the driver and went back to stroking Mike. Mike was feeling his cum start to build. The feel of her soft young tit flesh in his further excited him. He told her how good it felt. Yes! Just like that. Keep stroking me. His cum was rising. Cyndi could tell. His ball sack was getting tighter and his shaft was getting harder. This excited her and her hips began to thrust uncontrollably as she fingered herself. Just as she was about to cum, Mike could hold back no longer. He began shooting wads of cum, triggering Cyndi’s own orgasm. She writhed as she held orgasm for as long as she could. Her pussy lips were convulsing. As Mike unloaded his last spurt, Cyndi removed her soaked finger and put them up to Mikes lips. Then Cyndi licked up every drop of cum she could find, even the last little bit still in Mikes cock head and shaft. She sucked hard and constant as she stroked out every last drop out with her hand. She looked at Mike and said. I never waste a drop of cum.
What do you think? Should I continue?