


Life Escape

by Ravenblackerotica



Category: Mature
Published: 2015-09-04
Updated: 2016-02-17
Packaged: 2017-04-19 03:02:16
Chapters: 4
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/life-escape-pt-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2788845&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Debra's in crisis & gives a ride to a teen who takes
control.</p>
<p>2. Debra's mature, curvy, body gets used hard by this teenager.</p>
<p>3. Debra's escape hits a climax with a teenage boytoy in charge.</p>
<p>4. Debra corners a young man at work and finds her inner slut.</p>
Erotica Tags: Bbw Sex, Big Tits, Fat Ass, Female Orgasm, Hard Fucking, Mature,
Milf Orgasm, Outdoor Sex, Rough Sex, Squirting, Young And Old
Average Rating: 4.56





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Life Escape Pt. 01

Life Escape Pt. 02

Life Escape Pt. 03

Life Escape Pt. 04




        Life Escape Pt. 01


"FUCK! NO! NO! NO! FUCK!!" I scream at the dash board. My knuckles white as I
squeeze the life out of my steering wheel. Feeling my rings digging into my
fingers. I suppose an engagement ring would hurt even more, if I had one. "God
dammit, fucking piece of shit, bitch, cunt!!" I slap the steering wheel until
my hand is raw. Punching the radio console until I hear a snap and can't
decide if my hand broke the radio or the radio broke my fucking hand.  
  
"Fuuuuck!!"  
  
_Fucking, piece of shit chevy!_ I think, shaking out my right hand.  
  
"Everything!" I yell to no one. "She gets, everything!! Always!!" I swerve
through traffic, hearing the honks and screams of people driving, people
walking.  
  
_Shit I would care about any other fucking day._  
  
I try not to crash as I speed through intersections, but in truth, it doesn't
matter. Nothing does. The lights turn from green to yellow to red, my speed
stays the same. I need out of this city. I need out of this life.  
  
_Single, 41 fucking years old, woman. Alone. Alone! Debra, you're going to die
alone!_ My thoughts echo in my head.  
  
I've spent my life driving through the green lights, staying in my lane. 20
years at the same desk job, 15 years in the same house.  
  
_It's a good job and a great house I have- It doesn't fucking matter._  
  
Brake lights stomp ahead of me as I speed around them. I travel through this
life slowing when society tells me too, stopping when I see a red light. I
wait for others to tell me to go. I have been a chair for my friends and
family to use when needed and discard when not. They forget I exist till the
next time their legs are weak and they need a seat. I pant, trying to control
my driving as I near the edge of town. Checking the rear view mirror for cops.
Adjusting my skirt.  
  
_Don't fucking kill yourself, Deb. Just breathe... I can deal... Fucking
formal wear, for family night! ...Fuckers..._  
  
I look down at my clothes as a I turn from a one way. My white blouse fits
snug around my hips and tight around my breasts. The one perk of the many
downsides of going from a size 4 in college to a size 14, 20 years later. My
thick plump breasts press against my shirt, pulling it around my hips. My
shirt half open over my brown asymmetrical skirt that hangs loose around my
thighs.  
  
_Mother gets what mother wants..._  
  
She asked for this outfit specifically, said, 'that one you wore for church
last month, wear that one. It'll fit for the occasion."  
  
_Mother fucker. Mom knew what Ashley was going to say and she didn't even warn
me. Goddammit!_  
  
I feel the sweat begin to build on my neck, and I want to scream. I play the
scene of dinner in my head and watch my Mom's expression as it happens. It was
Ashley's moment, she was the one talking, and shouting, but it was me that Mom
was watching. I was her show for the evening. As Ashley speaks, I still see
Mom's grin, that twisted smile that can hook into your chest, in a way only a
mother could, and cut your heart out. I feel the hiccup in the rear of my
throat. The small reminder of my sensitive side as it begs for me to cry. To
break down and shatter in front of traffic. But it is quickly squished by the
twisting dagger in my stomach. The jolt of pain that makes me want to fight
the world and break my hand on a radio console.  
  
The roads clear up as I leave the downtown scene and get away from the
Saturday night traffic while the sun sets. I don't know where I'm driving. I'm
not going home, I'm going away. Far away. I slow to a stop at the red light
before turning on to the interstate. That's where I see him hunched over
beside the road with back pack resting between his knees. He's a young man,
maybe 19 or 20 years old. Lots of things strike me about him. He's a fit boy,
muscular, and tone. His brown hair is matted and sweaty. More sweat spots
showing through his t-shirt.  
  
_He's been walking for a while in this heat._  
  
It is in the mid 80's still, as it cools down this evening. Not nearly the
hottest for the Midwest, but still is taxing over time. But the thing that
strikes me the most about this boy, is the solemn expression on his face. His
defeated looks. He looks like he's tired. He looks... He looks like he could
use a chair... I roll down my passenger window nearest him.  
  
_What the fuck are you doing, Debra? You know you're not supposed to- He could
be a serial killer, drug dealer, fucking rapist. You don't fucking give rides
to hitchhikers, retard._  
  
"Always with the rules, always with the rules..." I whisper to myself as the
light turns green. "Hey... Hey!" The boy looks up, dazed as he leaves his
thoughts. He comes to my window. "You uh- you need a ride?"  
  
**HOOONKK!**   
  
A horn blows behind me, raising a panic inside my stomach. I don't like to
keep people waiting. I'm not good with inconveniencing others. I look back as
he does and wait for him to respond.  
  
_Fuck. He's gunna ask where you're going? Where the fuck are you going?!_  
  
He hesitates a moment looking at me, watching me. I see his eyes follow my
straight, brown, highlighted hair down to my shoulders, and I watch his eyes
linger for a moment at the curve of my breasts. It makes me fidget with my
fingers, nervous like.  
  
Just before I try to drive off and cut my losses, he opens the passenger door
sliding in his pack in with him. I quickly turn the steering wheel and enter
the freeway, subconsciously hiding in my seat as I receive angry looks from
the cars behind me passing.  
  
"Thanks," I hear the young man mumble without looking.  
  
"No problem, um, Where you heading?" I ask trying to adjust my seat belt so it
doesn't choke my right breast. My auto adjustments begin on their own. Pulling
my skirt down to my knee to cover my pale thighs, straightening my back so my
love handles disappear some, and sucking in my stomach. I've done it for so
many years that it comes without thought.  
  
He pulls his phone out of his pocket looking at the screen.  
  
_He's got the new phone, same as me,_ I notice.  
  
He rubs his forehead and sighs, "it uh- it doesn't matter. I don't care..."  
  
_At least he's going to the same place I'm going._  
  
We drive for 20 minutes or so, watching the sun lower in the sky. I think
about introducing myself a few times but the silence feels right. Him sitting
there isn't awkward to me as most people are, but... fitting. His clothes are
new and his skin is clean, but his heart is worn- used. He is done with this
life as much as I am. I picture him as a college student, maybe a baseball or
football player. He has a calm energy about him, but it feels like a mask over
a storm down below.  
  
My mind wanders and I welcome the distraction from my night. Mostly to men. It
has been over 7 years since I've had anything that remotely fit into a
category of a boyfriend. The thought of a man finding me sexy anymore doesn't
occur to me. I figure my time has passed. My mother likes to repeat that this
is part of aging in womanhood- losing that desire. But something in the scent
coming from this boy awakens a curiosity of thoughts. It isn't body odor
coming from him, but a mix of a strong men's body wash, sweat, and something
else I can't put my finger on. A smell a 40 year old office worker doesn't
notice often.  
  
"I'm- sorry, I uh, I'm not really going anywhere," I say. "I don't know where
I'm going I just- something happened and I just uh- I'm leaving- I'm going
somewhere else..."  
  
He looks at me then back out his window to watch the warm reds and soft blues
of the sky.  
  
"I'm sorry, my name's Debra, by the way," I fidget.  
  
"I'm John," he speaks. "And you don't have to keep apologizing. You're the one
giving the ride... Thanks, again."  
  
"Sorr-" I start to say then stop, laughing nervously. "Us older ladies don't
talk to you younger guys too often." I watch him for a reaction to my age
comment. He glances a look at my chest, again, eyeing my 32g breasts. His hand
moves to the crotch of his pants, pulling, and adjusting.  
  
"We don't need to talk," John says folding his arms. I close my mouth from
what I was about to say. Doing my best keep him from feeling uncomfortable. I
hear his phone vibrate in his pocket and he takes it out, reading the screen.  
  
"Fug... mother... goddamn," John whispers to himself through clenched teeth.
Shaking his head, he shoves his phone hard into his pocket. "Nothing mat...
Nothing matters... It just doesn't," John mumbles convincing himself. He
glances at me, "I'm sorry, I'm-" he cuts himself off as he looks me down,
again.  
  
I think of something to say, but can't come up with anything that doesn't
start with an apology. We sit in a different silence for a minute as I move to
pass a semi-tractor ahead. I feel him thinking and fidgeting. The message he
read on his phone changed him, somehow. I feel the heat from his body fill the
vehicle as if he just transported the rest of him into here. I look in my left
mirror as I merge into the fast lane and feel a warmth on my right inner
thigh. I turn slowly and see John's left hand held against the middle of my
thigh, under my skirt.  
  
_His hand is on my thigh! His hand is on my_ _fucking_ _thigh!_  
  
I tense. My hands go white as I grip the steering wheel. My eyes are locked on
the road ahead. Oddly, in this unfamiliar moment, I don't want to look at his
hand- or him, because I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.  
  
_What a fucking retard I am. I'm about to be raped because I was stupid enough
to pick up a hitchhiker, and I'm worried about my rapist's feelings!?_  
  
John's hand is warm and solid, cupped to my skin on the inside of my thigh.
Just far enough up my leg to make every muscle in my body tense as I await my
attackers command, but it hasn't come. Seconds go by and his hand stays, maybe
minutes, I don't know, but he doesn't say a word.  
  
_What is he waiting for? Put up a fight! Hit his hand away! Don't be such a
God Damn Pussy, Debra!_  
  
I feel his left hand slowly close and open on the meat of my inner thigh,
massaging it along my soft, pale, untouched skin. His hand wont retreat but it
doesn't advance higher either. The warm touch makes me bite my lower lip and
curl my toes, as his middle finger presses into my skin, drawing imaginary
circles on my inner thigh. I feel the drop fall from my pussy lips, down my
hairy mound, dripping into my panties, and exhale. My eyes close for a second
longer than they should when you're driving 70mph down the freeway. I quickly
open them, adjusting in my seat as if I just caught myself dozing off.  
  
Without thought, my right hand goes to my chest, nervously, as my right thigh
twitched open wider, relaxing to the side. At my motion, John's left palm
slides up my bare thigh- stopping inches from my panty line, then rubs back
down to my knee, then back up. Squeezing and groping with his strong hand,
warming my trembling inner thigh.  
  
_He was waiting for me. He was waiting for me to open my legs to him- to give
him permission. Jesus, Debra, is that what you're doing? What are you doing?!
...Fuck, I'm so wet..._  
  
His hand makes a long slide up my thigh, but it doesn't stop as I feel his
palm cup my warm pussy through my gray panties. I adjust, spreading my thighs
a little more, scooching my butt out from the seat. My right hand feels my
heart pounding my chest, trying to break free, as my sweaty left hand guides
the wheel into the right lane back behind the large semi. I feel John's
fingers probing my pussy lips through my panties, tracing my clit to the
bottom of my slit, up and down, uppp and downnn. My shoulders twitch and my
thighs tense and relax as I bite my tongue, trying not to moan, trying not to
officially condone or condemn this boy's action, but goddamn my panties are
drenched!  
  
I coast at 10 miles below the speed limit and glance at the faces of those
driving by. Men, women, young, old... they talk and look at me as I drive with
my passenger, then continue going about their conversations. Oblivious to this
20 year old boy fingering this 40 year old woman's pussy lips. They watch me
drag my teeth across my tongue, they watch me begin to pant as my eyes widen,
and bite my lip, and they have no idea. They have no idea how bad I want him
to fuck me.  
  
"Oohh..." I whisper as I feel my soaked panties pulled to the side by John's
hand. I glance to see if he looks at me but he doesn't. I see his flexed upper
arm and watch his forearm muscle dance between my thighs. John stares forward
while he drags his fingers through my hairy pussy.  
  
_Fuck, I haven't shaved in forever. I bet his young hands never even touched a
hairy pussy before. I hope he doesn't- Oh- Oh fuck..._  
  
John's two fingers make long wide circles on my clit, spreading my juices all
over my bulging knob. My toes curl, my foot twitches, and the engine revs
launching us forward before I take my foot off the gas.  
  
"Yes..." I mumble, wishing I didn't have to focus on driving. I set the cruise
on the car as I feel two fingers puuuush into my pussy, deeeep. Then feel them
drag out keeping pressure on my clit, making circles on it several times
before pushing back inside my hole. My right hand was inside my shirt and
under my bra, cupping and groping my left breast without even realizing it. My
knees pressed against the door and center console keeping my thighs as wide as
possible for John. My eyes are locked on the road ahead, trying to concentrate
on not crashing as I feel it coming. John's fingers are grinding along my
pink, hairy, clit over and over. My hips are jittering as I hold my breath
because that's all I can do. Silence in the car... The only sound is of my
juices being flicked around, rubbed faster as John's left hand flexes into my
hairy pussy.  
  
"Oh godd... I..." I spit out as I take another deep breath. Left hand locked
on the steering wheel, my right squeezing my left tit. I feel his eyes locked
on me as he makes this old gal cum.  
  
John watches biting his lower lip in concentration as I open and close my
mouth making silent screams.  
  
I feel it building. His circles on my clit become messy and rougher when I it
comes.  
  
"Oh...Fuck me..." My abdomen goes concave as I start to buck. My pussy
explodes gushing on John's palm, splashing on my hips and floor board. "Yes,
yes! Ohhh goddd!" The hand continues to make wild circles on my sex as I buck
my hips grunting but trying not to. Shutting my eyes but trying not to. I feel
waves crashing up my body and engulfing my mind as I squeeze my plump breast,
holding it in a tight grip of shock as I cum so hard- I just don't care.  
  
I'm barely able to catch my breath when his hand leaves my soaked pussy. The
rumble strip shakes the car as my eyes focuses from blur and I see I'm driving
35 mph and half on the shoulder. John's right, grabs the wheel centering me
back in the right lane as I speed up trying straighten myself. But I feel my
right leg jerked down when I try to sit up.  
  
John is leaning over me. His lips close around the corner of my right ear
lobe, biting, and sucking on my stud ear ring. His hands unbuttoning my shirt,
they go lower. Kissing my neck behind my ear, sending chills down my spine,
while he brushes my hair over to my other side, opening my neck. I can barely
see the road over his shoulder. His right hand sliding over the bra of my left
breast. He rubs and lifts my stretched tit, warming it. He stops as he sees my
tattoo. A snaking tribal symbol, fluttered with hearts and stars that runs
from tramp stamp to shoulder on the right of my back, peaking a pair of snake
heads just over my collar bone.  
  
_The pathetic sign of rebellion made 20 years ago._  
  
Back when it was a sexy contrast to my light skin on my thin body.  
  
_My last act of spontaneity. Now it's just a faded gray, contorted, and
stretched around my curves and love handles._  
  
I wince looking from the road long enough to see John's grin as he kisses my
tattoo. With a hum of pleasure he sucks hickies up my neck pressing into me as
I smell his sport deodorant. His right hand sliding down my center pulling my
right breast from my bra as my shirt hangs loose. The cool air hits my breast
and I feel my hard nipple aching to be touched.  
  
_What are you doing? You should stop. You should talk to him. What does he
want out of this? He's too young for you! He just has some sick mom fetish.
You know he doesn't find you attractive. What are you doing?! Mmm... I don't
know... I don't know idontknowidontknow... but I want more..._  
  
My right hand cupped the back of his neck pulling it down my chest. His wet
tongue traced down my collar to right nipple. His tongue doing circles on my
pink nipple before his lips lock around me, sucking and tonguing my rock hard
nipple.  
  
"Mmmm.." I feel my pussy drain, again. Releasing juices coursing through my
hairy twat as his tongue flicks my plump full breast. His left hand feeding my
tit to his mouth and his right hand slides between my thighs. The seat, my
skirt, the floorboards, my panties, they are all drenched from my previous
explosion but he moved like he didn't care. His left knee up on his seat as I
feel his two fingers spread my juicy lips. "Ohhh..." I sigh, "go inside me..."
The words come out without thought as I barely keep eyes on the tail lights of
the tractor ahead of me under the hoods of my eye lids. Heat filled my face as
his fingers filled me. They pushed deeep inside me, rubbing the roof of my
pussy pressing lightly on my g-spot before retreating to repeat. With every
firm thrust inside me his thumb grinndds up my slit onto my clit. Pushing the
hood back so I have direct contact. "Oooohhhh! Fuck me...Fuck me," I heave as
he bites my nipple making me tighten my soaked pale thighs around his flexed
arm, momentarily.  
  
I open my legs as he jerks his arm again and again, pumping my pussy with his
fingers. I'm lost in the moment, I'm following his lead, I don't care about
anything but right now. My eyes wander to the cars passing. The sun has fallen
and night shields me from the onlookers. They pass not knowing that I'm
getting my pussy finger banged by this college student. They don't know that
this boy's tongue on my hard fucking nipple is about to make me fucking cum,
again. John groans into my nipple as he sucks harder, his fingers fucking me
harder and firmer. I feel him pressing on my g-spot as my face goes flush and
my thighs quiver.  
  
"Yes... Yes... Ohh fuck.." I straighten my driving out and kiss the top of his
head, smelling his warm shampoo because I want more of him. My right hand
grabs his body underneath. Feeling his hard chest as his pecs and abs flex
with every fuck of my dripping pussy. My hand bumps something wet and I
explore reaching for it. I feel the thick head of his cock pointing towards me
and realize sometime while he was changing positions he must've undone his
pants. As my small palm wraps around the shaft of his young cock I groan, "Oh
my god, babyohmy god..."  
  
_His dick is longer than I'm used to._ She thought as she reached stroking to
the base and pulling to the head, again. _Real 6-7 inch cock. Young. Hard as a
metal rod. Mmmm..._  
  
My hand barely fit around it as I squeezed pumping from base to tip.  
  
_It has been years since I've had a real cock in my hands, dildos can only go
so far, but feeling him flex inside my hand when I squeeze and when I moan,
hearing him pant harder the faster I jerk him... Oh fuck... I'm so goddamn
close._  
  
He feels my hips writhing, hears my pants becoming guttural as he finger fucks
me. His pace is picking up as his two fingers cram inside me faster, grinding
on my g-spot so fast I start to lose control of my body. "Ohff- God... yes..."
I mumble as he stuffs my pussy. I tug on his throbbing cock faster, I feel his
precum on the tip and spread it down the shaft, his balls bouncing on the back
of my hand as I jerk him. The sudden thought of sliding his young thick shaft
down my lips to touch the back my throat makes my mouth water and lick my
lips. My eyes and left hand have difficulty keeping focus on the road.  

His lips switch to my left nipple sucking, licking, and biting, my nipple
eagerly craving more. His closer position gives me better angle on his cock as
glance down at it. I flick my hair from my face and bite my lip, wondering how
it tastes. John's thumb circles my clit faster and faster with every hard fuck
into my hairy pussy. His arm jerking in and out between my thighs.  
  
"Oh Fuck!" I cringe nearly releasing the steering wheel. "Don't stop! Don't!-
oHhh!" He doesn't. He picks up the speed. Finger fucking my dripping cunt, I
start to retreat my hips because I can't take how good it feels. My head is
swimming, my eyes are squinting. _Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! "_Fuck me!"  
  
His right hand pounds my pussy, fucking me harder and harder. My tits bounce
on my bra as my body shakes, riding his fingers hard.  
  
My thighs tremble trying to squeeze shut, but they can't as he penetrates me.
I hold my breath, clenching my eyes shut.  
  
_Deeper harder faster yes yes yes yes fuck me fuck me fuck me!!_  
  
"Oh my gOD!!" I scream feeling him on me, holding me to the seat as his
fingers fuck me so deep and grind so hard on my wet clit. "Yesss, baby!" I
squeeze his hard dick, unable to move as he paralyzes me with his fingers
pushed deep inside my pussy.  
  
My pussy squirts on him and my hips as he continues to fuck me.  
  
"Cummingg ohyes!" My legs raise to my chest then back down fighting to get
control. I shudder as I empty on his finger. His tongue making a long drag on
my nipple. "Ooohhh..." My hips bucking into his hand violently.  
  
A wave goes through my body as I go loose. Collapsing.  
  
My body jolting as I gain control of my limbs.  
  
It strikes me like a splash of cold water.  
  
_Fuck! Eyes are still closed!_  
  
When I open my eyes I know it's too late already. It's a sea of red brake
lights ahead of me as we fly forward on cruise control. A traffic jam of some
kind has every car and truck stopped to a standstill. My left leg is laid
across the arm rest on the door, my right is hung useless over the center
console stick shift.  
  
"No ahhh!" I scream as both my arms cover my face in an X. The car screeches
and fishtails. I clench as I feel the seat belt strain on my body and neck. I
hear a tumble on the floor. My breath holds waiting for the crash.  
  
The crash that never came. The strain on my belt laxed as I fall back into my
seat. My arms move down slowly and I see the rear of the tractor trailer. No
tail lights or brake lights because my car stopped too close to see them.  
  
_Jesus! We didn't crash! The fucking car stopped!_  
  
I look down and see John's upper body tucked under the front console and his
right palm pressed hard on the brake pad. He looks up to me wide eyed and
breathing heavy, maybe in shock or fear or both. I pant, shaking my head
looking down at him. He closes his eyes smiling shaking his head back,
laughing. I toss my head back laughing harder.  
  
"Oh my god, hahaha!" I laugh taking a deep breath.  
  
"Close one, huh?" John says laughing into his left hand.  
  
My eyes fall to my chest where my shirt's open and my thick breasts are
sticking out over my bra. My hands jump to closing my chest as I look out the
window at the neighboring cars, "shit!" I say checking for any suspecting
eyes. I pull my bra over my tits shaking my head still. "Oh my god..."  
  
"You keep saying that," John said still laughing. My foot replaces his hand on
the brake as he sits up zipping his pants up. "We should really find a rest
stop to... rest at."  
  
I smile looking over at him, biting my lip. "Read my mind," I adjust my skirt
some. "Let's uh... see how far till this traffic clears up." I pat the seat
around me, looking for my cell. The door pocket, floor, the center console...
_found it._ I press the screen unlock button, but the background is brighter
and different.  
  
_Shit, this is John's. It must've fallen out his pocket when he pulled down
his pants._  
  
There is one received text on his phone lock screen. The text that angered
him, earlier. The text that changed him. The one that started all of this. The
text is from, 'Dad.' The writing is all in caps.  
  
Dad  
  
"CALLED THE COPS! LOOKING FOR U!!"  
  
..._Oh shit fuck, Debra..._




        Life Escape Pt. 02


**Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...**   
  
The hum of the idling car is drowned out by my fidgeting fingers tapping away
on the steering wheel. John stretches his arms for the third time in a minute
while looking out the window for something to watch. I adjust my skirt for the
umpteenth time and feel my drenched panties and damp skirt cling to my skin.
We are going on minute seven of this silent traffic jam on I-40 East. Any
light that I could see on the horizon is gone now. The black night sinks over
the roads.  
  
"So... You pick up a lot of hitchhikers?" John asks rubbing his arm.  
  
I laugh, nervously, "Umm... no. You're my first- My first hitchhiker, I mean."
John laughs, picking at the crotch of his pants. I tongue the roof of my
mouth, eyeing the bulge pressed against his jeans, and watch it flex every few
moments. I shake my head free of the thoughts.  
  
_Calm down, you stupid bitch. Breathe. Just breathe. All you know is that the
cops are after him. You don't know what for._  
  
"Is this incredibly awkward?" John blurts out, stretching his arms, again.  
  
"Kinda," I laugh, again. "Sorry, I've never really done this before- I"  
  
"That's okay, me neither."  
  
"Really?" This catches me by surprise. The shock in my voice makes him more
uncomfortable, I see.  
  
"What?" He cocks his head at me with a smirk. "Do you think I'm a serial-
finger-banging-hitchhiker?"  
  
I giggle and feel the color flush to my cheek at the mention of finger
banging. It has been over a decade since I have been finger fucked like that.
Most men shy away from the little details of foreplay. They go through the
motions, like a morning checklist.  
  

  1. Rub clitoris 3 to 5 times.   
  

  
  

  2. Insert finger into vagina.   
  

  
  

  3. Insert finger _harder_ into vagina.   
  

  
  

  4. Repeat until you think you can convince her into letting you stick your dick in.   
  

  
  

  5. Put dick in.   
  

  
  
But John does more than bide his time when he makes me cum with his hands. He
feels like a musician plucking the strings one at a time, reading my moans and
writhing body like a sheet of music. I find myself biting my lip as I raise
and lower my hips to this lovely memory.  
  
_Look at me, acting like a fucking 14 year old slut, getting wet over the bad
boy. This isn't a game, you know it's not. Everything's changed. I'm not a
child, I'm 41 years old. He could be a drug dealer, a robber, rapist- jesus
Christ, he basically just raped me!_  
  
My heart is a beating drum sending vibrations up my throat. My palms sweaty
around the wheel as I slowly merge into a single lane of construction. "So
what made you leave town?" I ask with more concern in my voice than interest.
"-Made you want to leave?" I try to soften my accusation.  
  
John's playful demeanor turns to stone as his back stiffens and his hand
unconsciously moves to his pocket, checking for his phone. I pretend to not
notice him panic as he realizes his cell isn't in his pocket. After mistaking
his phone for mine-  
  
_And realizing I'm helping a wanted fugitive escape..._  
  
-I tossed his phone into a cup holder near where I found it, before he had a chance to notice. John finds his phone fast and snatches it hard, aggressive like.   
  
"Nothing," John says checking his phone. "You just- I don't know... You feel
trapped sometimes. Cornered, you know?"  
  
_Nope, cause I'm not a fucking psychopath being hunted by the police._  
  
"Yeah," I say. "I know exactly what you mean." John looks up at the
acknowledgement with a feeling of relief. Like I gave him a gift with my
agreeable remarks. He swipes his screen and I see several more text messages
have come in in the past minutes. Between trading glances with the road and
his phone I notice his hand- his right hand. His knuckles are bruised, red,
and cut. The injuries are extensive like he just beat someone to death.  
  
_Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, Debra! He fucking killed someone! I
have to get away from him! I'm going to die!_  
  
"Um, are you okay?" John is staring me. He sees my hands white knuckled on the
steering wheel along with my nervous expression.  
  
_I'm going to die. I'm going to dieimgoingtodie. Fuckn' a, Debra._  
  
"I'm fine, I- Sorry," I stutter. "Just want to get out of this traffic."  
  
As if God is listening, I see the traffic ahead open back to multiple lanes
and I speed up. I find the nearest rest stop minutes later. I try not to
appear suspicious, but I can't help but to keep stealing looks at his bruised
hand as it hangs over his pack between his legs.  
  
_What if he has a gun? What if I tell him to get out and he points it at me?
Fucking hating your fucking fuck family isn't worth this! You're going to die
and mom is still going to have the last god damn fucking laugh!_  
  
I drive into the rest stop and slow my breathing as I hold still, waiting to
see what John will do.  
  
_Maybe I can run. I should just run._  
  
I park in front of the door waiting for a gun blast or my moment of escape.
John turns to me, "I'ma use the bathroom, is it alright if I leave my bag
here?" He asks with a smile.  
  
"Mmk- okay," I sputter with my hands in my lap. He exits the car and from the
corner of my eye, I see him grab an object from his bag. It is a black blur as
he puts it in his back waist band and walks away. I know it's a gun without
having seen it just by the look on his face before he turns away. His brown
eyes stare through me as his full lips curve a mischievous smile. I watch him
walk away and leave sight, before putting my car in reverse.  
  
I speed backwards out of the parking spot and put it in drive, ready to get
back on the interstate. I know I need to go, I know I should leave, I know I
need to leave, but...but...  
  
_I don't want to._  
  
I live with a balloon in the base of my throat and over the years, every year,
I feel it get filled fuller and fuller by life. Till I can't breathe, I can't
hardly swallow, or live. I am a middle aged woman, forgotten in life, being
sunk further to the bottom of the world by this weight in my chest. And it
took him seconds to drain that weight from me. John's lips kissing my neck,
sucking my tattoo, and his fingers buried inside me... It is more than a good
fucking- it is that connection. That feeling... I want to chase it.  
  
**HONK!**   
  
A short honk comes from the line of cars waiting behind me. It wakes me from
my thoughts. My palms are sweaty, my heart is racing, and my face is hot with
red as I slowly pull back into the parking spot. Having not moved at all, I
feel like I'm in a completely alien place. For once in my 41 years of life,
I'm doing what I should not. My right hand on my chest, cupping my breast, the
thuds of my heart resonate through my chest. I see John leave the rest stop
and walk towards me. I caress my left breast, slowly squeezing and lifting it,
as he comes closer. Watching him enter the shadows and walk through the light
again. Watching the danger come nearer. I see for the first time a tattoo on
his right triceps snaking down to his elbow. Something jagged and tribal. My
fingers finds my hard nipple through my tight shirt and circles it. Pinching
it. I gasp.  
  
John opens the door, "Drive around back, let me show you something."  
  
I exhale through my trembling lips as I go in reverse then forward. I drive
slowly around back until we are surrounded by tractor trailers. My thoughts
out of control. He points me to the back corner of the lot where a trailer
sits abandoned without a cab. It is a dark corner that is barely touched by a
distant street lamp.  
  
_You're so fucking stupid. You dumb fucking slut! He's going to kill you. He's
going to kill you!_  
  
But I park near the trailer and shut the engine off. John gets out of the car
and disappears into the darkness as he walks around the car. I can't control
my heart, my breath, the tremor in hands- nothing. I want to scream, I want to
run, but, god, I want...  
  
He opens my door and takes me by the hand, guiding me out of the car as if
this was a limousine and we were at a ball. He towers over me with the
moonlight behind him, highlighting his figure but hiding his expression from
me. I feel the cool night breeze on my face and blink slowly. I know he is in
control. His left hand moves to my face, cupping my cheek as he kisses me
hard. Our lips press together wetly and I feel his tongue slide against mine
as his warm face nuzzles mine. He presses my back against the SUV and I don't
realize how hard I'm breathing until I have to break the kiss for a moment to
gasp as I look up at the stars. He seizes the moment, kissing down my neck,
sucking on the exposed skin on my shoulders, licking down into my cleavage.  
  
I lean back on the outside of my car door. My right hand intertwines in his
hair, holding his lips tight to my neckline as my chest heaves with every
erratic pant. His hand squeezing and mashing a handful of my left plump breast
through the thin shirt. I feel them bounce and pull at my tight white blouse
with every twist, begging to be freed.  
  
My leg lifts wrapping around his waist when he starts to grind his hard,
restrained, member against my clothed sex. My delicate left hand still held in
his right, I feel him guide me to his crotch. He undoes his jeans and I feel
his hard, young, cock stand tall through his boxers as he pulls my hand around
it.  
  
"Oh yess, baby," I whisper into his ear, kissing and sucking at his neck.
Trying to stay quiet, I rub his shaft through his boxers several times before
I can't take it anymore. The calm sounds of the forest behind us coupled with
the low hum of truck engines far away are the only sounds in the air.  
  
I push my hand inside his underwear. His pulsing dick flexes hard in my tiny
hand and I feel a drip run down my inner thigh. My pussy lips quivering. I
jerk him, squeezing from the base to the head of his cock and back down,
tugging on him till he grunts into my ample cleavage. My pale skin shining in
the moon light as my huge tits are on the verge of spilling out of my shirt
and bra.  
  
_Goddammit, he's so fucking hard! He's too young for you, Debra. You
shouldn't-_  
  
I lick my lips imagining rolling my tongue along the base of his 20 year old
cock. Picturing him holding my head down on his shaft as he cums on the back
of my throat and I look up at him, swallowing.  
  
_Fuckn' mother fucker, I'm such a goddamn slut._  
  
I move to lower myself to my knees, moaning eagerly through closed lips. To
finally taste what I need and feel him flex in my mouth.  
  
_Oh fuck-_  
  
I feel hands on my shoulders and spin, catching myself with my hands on the
glass window of my car. I look back and feel John's hands on my shoulders as
his hard cock pokes my ass cheek through my skirt. His hands are warm rubbing
down my spine. I feel the warmth wrap around my tits dangling under me.
They're restrained by my cream colored bra and disheveled button up shirt. I
push on the glass grinding my fat ass into his hard cock, back and forth as I
arch my back. His hands cupping both my tits are squeeeezing...  
  
"Mmm fuck me..." I gasp turning my head. His lips kiss mine hard, biting my
lower lip as he pulls away. My ass in the air, I feel him lift my skirt
tossing the back over my hips. My legs spread like a whore, I feel his left
hand travel down my love handle holding my hips in place. His right hand peals
my panties to the side to see me oozing for him. My ass cheeks tremble as I
think I may cum just from his touch. His strong fingers make wide circles on
my dripping hairy pussy lips.  
  
"Oohh- Ohhh godd!" I grunt. My knees giving out some as I press back on his
hand. "Oh fuck- fuck me." His fingers circle my lips again and again, and the
waves hitting my head get stronger while my moans carry in the parking lot.
His fingers loop down roaming over my clit, grinding back the hood as he
brushes on it. "Jesus fucking Christ, yes!" I moan out of control.  
  
His hand retreats quickly, and I stand to protest, but I feel him grab the
back of my neck pushing me forward. I nearly go into the glass if I don't grab
the top of the car. I feel the thick, hard, head of this young man's cock
slide between my pussy lips, grinding up till it finds my hole. Slowly
stuffing inside my pussy. I groan like an old hooker, gripping the corner of
my vehicle. He slowly pushes inside me as my pussy swallows him whole. I
clench drowning his cock as he stuffs me.  
  
"Oh, John!" I scream, biting my shoulder to shut my mouth. "Mmmmm-"  
  
His left holds my neck, his right squeezes my love handle as I feel him pull
out to the tip before slamming back inside me. My elbows- my knees all nearly
collapse on me as I feel this young stud fuck me from behind. He jerks me
back, pounding my pussy in a slow steady fuck that makes me ache.  
  
Each thrust harder than the next. I look down at the ground as I try to focus
on breathing. My brown and blonde highlighted hair drowning me, I flick my
hair up out of my face and look back at John. I hear him groan at the sight of
me, and I feel his hands grab a handful of my hair. He holds it tight to my
scalp pulling my head back as he fucks my dripping cunt. I see the outline of
his hard pecs and thick biceps straining his t shirt as fucks me.  
  
"Yes! Fuck me, fuck- baby," I groan. "Don't fuck- don't stop..." I feel used
as he picks up the pace fucking me faster. I feel slutty for the first time in
my life and I love it. My head jerking back with every pull on my hair feels
like a massage on my scalp as my pussy tightens and loosens out of my control.
I feel this old pussy getting pounded by my bad boy and am dripping.  
  
"Ohhh! Jesus..." I yelp. My knees giving out.  
  
He grabs my hips hard with both hands, holding me up. His cock hard as metal,
fucking me faster and faster. My tits bouncing together in my bra and nearly
hitting me in the chin as they inch closer to bursting out with every rough
thrust.  
  
_Oh god, I can't take it. I can't- oh god. I'm going to fucking cum on this
kids- oh god!_  
  
My hair hanging to one side I inhale a shaky breath and hold it as he fucks
me.  
  
**Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-**   
  
The only sound I hear are John's balls smacking my thighs as the pressure
builds.  
  
"Oh...Oh G-" I try to breathe.  
  
**Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-**   
  
"Oh God!" I scream. "Fuck me harder- I'm cumming! I'm-"  
  
My ass cheeks tremble as I grind pussy roughly into John's hips. His thrusts
become erratic, rough, and fast as I clench on him.  
  
His cock thrusting inside my hairy twat as I gush down my thighs.  
  
"Oh baby! Yes, yes! Fuck me!" I yell. My pussy pulsating on his hard cock.  
  
John's right squeezes on my left tit and I feel him fuck me so deep I lose
myself in his arms. His young hands everywhere on my body. My eyes closed as I
feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. With a final thrust he groans into
my back, "fuck yes, baby!" He pulls his throbbing shaft from my pussy and
squeezes me tight as I feel his hot strings of cum shoot on my ass cheek. I
reach back trying to hold him to tight me as I hold onto that moment.  
  
The moment hangs between us for several moments. My head and hand resting the
car window, John's body spooning mine. We hold on to it for as long as we can.
Both panting. John moves first, standing straight and pulling up his pants. I
follow suit, adjusting my already ruined panties so they soak up John's semen
on my ass before flipping my skirt down. I lean back on the car slowly
adjusting myself as if just waking from a long sleep.  
  
_It doesn't..._  
  
My head is still floating as I pull my shirt down over my love handle and say,
"-even matter what you did, anymore."  
  
"What?" John asks.  
  
_Dumb cunt._  
  
"Nothing," I say, my head swimming.  
  
"What I did?" He asks.  
  
Maybe it is all the endorphins from sex, but I have more trust with him now. I
hesitate while looking at his dark outline. He stands beside the car allowing
the moonlight to highlight half his face.  
  
"I uhh..." I bite my lip already regretting saying what I haven't said yet. "I
picked your phone up by accident in the car, I'm sorry. I really am. But the
unlock screen showed a text from your Dad... Something about calling the
cops..."  
  
I can't make out much of an expression, but I can see and feel his anger. He
shakes his head looking down. I follow his gaze and see him clench his fist
beside his waist.  
  
_He's going to fucking murder you now. Good luck, you dumb bitch._  
  
A bit of panic rise up inside my chest, "look, you don't have to worry about
me, whatever you did. Robbing, or whatever. I just want to hold on to what
we-"  
  
"Can't even fucking get away from it!" John shouts at himself. He walks over
to the abandoned box trailer and punches it making a loud bang.  
  
I freeze thinking I'm next, "I'm sorry. I didn't- it was stupid-"  
  
"No, it's not," John said turning back to me. "It's just- ...I'm sorry." He
rubs his forehead with one hand looking away. "I just- this is not me. None of
this. I'm just sick of thinking. I want to not think about anything. I want
to- to- to..."  
  
_Escape._  
  
"Leave this place," John finish. "Escape, forget all this fucking bullshit,
and I can't even fucking do that right."  
  
I stand still and in a daze of what he wants me to say or do. "I'm sure
whatever you did isn't that bad, it can be taken care of..."  
  
John laughs to himself shaking his head while walking in a circle, "What I
did. I didn't do anything. Least nothing that you'd give a damn about." He
walks quickly over to me, tapping his chest, "you want to know what I did? I
ran away. Hilarious, right? 19 fucking years old and mom n' dad are making a
runaway reports with the cops."  
  
Relief that John isn't a murderer washes over me while, admittedly, some
disappointment does, as well. Suddenly my rebellious parking lot fuck, has the
edge taken off of it. He sees my face as I cross my arms.  
  
"Oh, you know what else?" John continues, "this shit isn't me either." He
points to us and to the outdoors. "I'm not this fucking frat/player guy who
fingers hot cougars while driving. I'm fucking boring. I don't fuck girls in
public. I- I fucking went to the bathroom so I could use my inhaler and pep-
talk myself into banging you out here just because I knew you were expecting
it!" John pulls a black pouch from his back pocket and throws it to the
ground.  
  
_Alright, admit it. You're really fucking disappointed now._  
  
In a weird twisted since, I feel lied to even though he really said nothing to
me.  
  
_The entire time I've seen John I've acted like a submissive slut for a
controlling daddy dom bad boy. But, really, he was just playing a role for me,
too._  
  
John paces mumbling to himself for a minute, staring down at the darkness.
"Whatever, I'll walk from here," John says. He picks up his inhaler and grabs
his pack from the car, throwing it over his shoulder. He starts walking
towards the building.  
  
"I've never been finger banged," I blurt out loudly and quickly speak softer,
"while driving..." John stops, turning around to see me. "Or have
done...anything like this before. Hell, I've never even picked up a hitchhiker
before." He walks towards me as I walk to him, not sure of what to say. "I
uh... No one's called the police on me for missing- least I don't think so,
mostly because everyone who knows me knows I'm so boring and predictable that
I'll always come home."  
  
We stand close to each other, John with his hands stuffed in his pocket and me
with my arms crossed. Neither of us looking at another as we fidget. "I'm..."
I continue, "I was going to leave while you were in the bathroom. Because this
is crazy," I laugh to myself and feel the dryness of my mouth. "I still think
this is crazy, but I- I couldn't leave because something in that car, I could
breathe. For the first time in a long time I felt like I could breathe. I mean
you're ridiculously young, but you gave me an escape, I don't know..." I shake
my head and cover my face feeling my cheeks blush.  

_Good job, Deb. Why don't you tell him your first period story, too._  
  
"...Ridiculously young?" John repeated after a moment. "Come on, at least I
gave you, 'hot cougar,' you could at least give me something better... young
stud muffin?"  
  
I look up from my hand smiling. In the moonlight I can see the corner of his
grin as he hugs me and I laugh into his chest some. In the sobering moment, my
mind circles Ashley, my kid sister, like a shark. I feel the rage and angst in
the back of my throat as the memories from tonight's earlier dinner rise from
the settled dust.  
  
_I should feel happy, I know I should. She did nothing wrong. Besides fucking
getting married. And yet, every bit of me is wishing for everything to go
terribly wrong. Would it be so bad if Mom died, right now? Would anyone
besides Ashley even care if I died right now?_  
  
I sniff and realize my eyes are tearing and dripping into John's shirt as he
holds me. He lets go to look to see if I'm alright and I dab my eyes. "Ugh...
Like ten minutes ago, I didn't give a shit about anything," I say trying to
stop the tears before they start.  
  
"Sorry I ruined it with all my talking," John said rubbing my back.  
  
"Heh, it's okay."  
  
"Think we'll be able to get it back?"  
  
"Haha, I doubt it," I laugh still trying to dry my eyes. "Hard to come back
from my crying spells. I'm going to use the restroom real quick, okay?"  
  
"Sure," he says as I walk off. "Let me know if you need my inhaler!" He mocks.  
  
I focus on breathing as I go inside, trying to keep from going into full blown
cry mode. I walk into the empty women's room and wash my hands. Sniffling and
wiping the corners of my eyes, I focus on my reality.  
  
_I can't run away. You know how this all ends anyways. You going back home,
going to church in the morning, and getting up for work on Monday._  
  
I sigh, wanting to cry more, now, facing the reality. I look at my watch and
see how late it is and try to remember the last time I was out of the house
this late.  
  
_I made my life what it is today, I just need to accept it. I've got more than
most, why can't I just be happy with what I've got?_  
  
I stare in the mirror and let out a deep sigh, again, realizing it's time to
give up this foolish escape. My family would expect me in church in the
morning and that was only hours away. I hear the door open and see John in the
mirror. I turn and he looks at the empty stalls then to me.  
  
"John, what-" I start. He drops his backpack to the floor and walks towards
me. His hands hold on either side of my hips as his lips meet mine. My head
retreats in shock, but I feel his hands travel up my ribs. His right sliding
down and into my shirt, I feel his warm palm rub up the small of my back. I
move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him, my tongue
rolling around his as I taste his lips and feel his hard shoulders flex as he
pulls me to him.  
  
My right hand raking through his hair as my left cups his cheek and I kiss him
wildly, running my tongue along his lower lip. His hand finds the latch on my
bra as I feel it go loose and my mature tits hang free in my blouse. I breathe
into John as I feel his left hand travel up my front, rubbing up my chest. He
circles my right breast through my shirt and I feel my plump tit lift and my
nipple harden as he squeezes on it, massaging me. My hands moves to the
buttons on my blouse just as his do. In a straining, fast motion my shirt
bursts open and my bra falls between us.  
  
His hard palms rub up my chubby love handles as he cups under my sensitive
breasts, lifting and mashing them together. He breaks the kiss, stealing a
stern look in my eyes before lowering. I look down and see this boy's lips
wrap around my right nipple and feel my pussy stir, again. His young face
almost disappears under my breast as he licks and sucks at the sensitive skin
below my nipple. His tongue licking up my hard nipple circling it before his
lips wrap around it sucking on my mature fucking nipple so hard I groan. My
right hand unconsciously grabbing the back of his head and holding his lips on
my nipple as he bites and sucks on my pink nipple.  
  
His right hand slides up my inner thigh warming and sending a shiver down my
spine. He pulls down my still wet panties to the floor as he switches nipples,
I allow him. Feeding my left nipple to him and holding his mouth there as his
hot, wet, tongue vibrates on my nipple, flicking it up and down. My toes curl,
"Mmmyessss," I gasp.  
  
His left hand rubs my other nipple, pulling and twisting on it as he sucks my
plump breast dry. I feel his right fingers sliiide between my wet pussy lips.
By now they are raw and exhausted from having been fucked so hard, but still
they react. Soaking John's fingers as he teases gentle circles from my bulging
clit to my anus and back. Over and over.  
  
I grab his shirt and pull him to his feet. His hand stays on my clit. His
fingers making hard and small circles on my clit as I start to heave, groaning
as I feel my thighs tremble. My fat ass resting on the long bathroom sink.  
  
"Yes-" My voice squeals as I kiss him. My eye brows high as I moan into his
kiss. His fingers grinding faster on my clit. My hands move to his belt as he
bends over to taste my pink nipple. Viciously, I rip it open, unzipping his
pants and pulling his hard cock from it. I hear the juices on my pussy lips
flick back and forth as he circles my clit so fast- my arm wraps around his
tall shoulders to hold myself up as I lose myself.  
  
"You're gonna-" I gasp for air. Unable to think. "I'm gunna- fuc- don't..." my
thighs jittering as I shake uncontrollably. My tits bouncing against his clean
cut face.  
  
_Holy fuck, yes!_  
  
He spanks my dripping pussy and clit several times fast and I explode,
"Ohmygod!" My nails digging into his shoulder, my pussy gushing on his hand. I
feel his teeth lock down on my nipple. His drenched fingers grind faster on my
clit as I fall back on the sink exploding. "Yesyesyesyes yes!!" My voice
echoing in the bathroom as I drip a mess on the floor.  
  
I open my eyes having not known that I closed them and see John taking off his
shirt. His upper body is as hard as his cock that rubs against my inner thigh.
My hand rubs over the hairs on his chest as I feel the curve of his pecs. I
follow my eyes down and see his hand stroking his cock as he stares at me.
Sweaty, panting, and my shirt hanging open, my nipples point up towards him as
my fat tits hang to the side. He grabs my ass lifting me onto the edge of the
countertop.  
  
With my pale thick thighs spread wide, he rests his shaft down on my drenched
pussy lips. I look down holding my breath as I feel his hard veiny cock grind
between my lips upppp and downnn.  
  
"Oohhh," I moan. I watch his thick head disappear inside my pussy. "Oh my god,
baby, yes, yes... do it for me..." I feel him burry deep inside me as his bare
hard cock fucks me, his balls pressing into me. My head resting on the dirty,
stained mirror, he pulls out and thrusts back in as he humps me. "Fuck me,
fuck me," I look him in the eyes as his face hovers inches above mine.  
  
His thick cock spreading my pink, aching lips with every thrust down into me.
My hands grab ahold of his arm and back as I feel his muscles flex and spasm
he fucks my brains out, penetrating me deeper.  
  
"Shit-oh shit..." I groan as the soreness of my old pussy mixes with the
ecstasy as he prods my g-spot again and again, "Oh! Fucking shit, baby,
yesssss..." I growl as he kisses me.  
  
He stands tall getting a better angle on me as his hands hold under my knees
lifting my knees into the air. The pressure from his thrust is too much for me
to bear as he holds me down on the sink. Fucking my juicy cunt. "Ohhh ahhh
fuckk ohhh godddd!" My tits bouncing up and down with every hard thrust. My
full breasts clapping together as they jiggle. I see him staring at them and
feel him flex harder inside me.  
  
His right hand grabbing my left tit squeezing it as he fucks me. I feel my old
pussy drowning his cock. "Mmm, mmm, Mmm!" I groan. "Oh my god, I'm so close,
I- I- Oh my god!"  
  
"Oh my god!" Another voice came from the door way.  
  
John stopped thrusting. His thick cock buried balls deep into my old pussy. We
both look and see an older woman and an old man, clutching her at her side.
The poor old woman covers her mouth in shock. The moment passes in silence,
each party wait for the other to make the first move. The old man with the
fanny pack goes for it.  
  
"Come on, Janet, let's get out of here," he says turning her around like
cattle. As they leave the room he turns back with a spiteful look in his eyes.
"You should be ashamed of yourselves!"  
  
As soon as the door closes John exhales, looking to me with a smile of relief.
He falls onto my chest laughing some as he cups my cheek.  
  
"That's another first," I laugh shaking my head.  
  
"Yeah," he says, "I think I could've done without that one."  
  
I giggle like a little girl, "I don't know, it kind of made it more exciting."
I wink at him as I pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply and instantly
my hips start to move on his cock.  
  
He pulls back, "maybe we shouldn't."  
  
I wrap my legs around him sitting up, "come on..." I kiss him again, harder.
Moaning into him with my eyes closed, I feel his soft cock grow instantly
inside me. He slowly starts penetrating me and I feel my pussy grip onto him
as he tongues the roof of my mouth.  
  
He breaks the kiss, again. Shaking his thoughts clear. "Later," he smiles. "A
different place, anywhere." He winks at me, "you can finish what I started."
He pulls out of me and I growl in protest, needing him inside me now. He
slowly dresses, pulling on his pants and shirt with heavy distractions from
me. I attack him like a horny 18 year old girl. Kissing him hard against the
wall while he puts on his shirt. Stroking his fat cock as he pulls on his
pants. He groans at my touch, batting me off like a fly, laughing.  
  
I button my shirt as we stumble out of the bathroom. "Oh my god," I laugh
putting my hand on John's arm. "I lost like three buttons." John looks down at
my shirt and sees my tits bursting out of my shirt.  
  
"Maybe you shouldn't have gone in beast mode when you ripped your shirt off,"
John toys with a smile. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder.  
  
"Umm... fuck you," I push his arm making him laugh. "I'm almost positive you
were the one in 'beast mode.'" We walk outside laughing as I hang on his arm.
I see a motor home parked near my SUV with the woman from the bathroom
standing out front. She was speaking to a Tennessee Highway Patrolman through
the window. I watch her finger point towards the building as she speaks and
start to feel the panic of life rise in my throat, again. I instinctually pull
John's arm as I hide behind a welcome sign. John is froze. His eyes glossing
over.  
  
"Fuck," John says to himself. "Fuck... Fuck!" I see his panic rising faster
than mine. I forget that the police are looking for him. That unlike me, he
has people actively looking to drag him back into whatever drama caused him to
run.  
  
"It's okay," I say. I put a hand on his chest.  
  
"Fuck," he says with fear and anger in his voice. He holds his head with both
hands. "Fuck. It's not- I can't. I'm not going back."  
  
I look behind us and see another police car pull up at the front entrance. I
feel John tense as he starts to back away. Like a child running from danger.  
  
I grab his hand and pull, "Come on," I whisper. We run around the nearest
tractor trailer, sticking to the shadows. We sprint across the open parking
lot and beeline for the woods. Running through the long grass, I hear the
cracking of tires on gravel come closer. I glance behind and see the police
car stop behind us. John grips his backpack with one hand and guides me with
the other as we go deeper into the dark woods. Together.




        Life Escape Pt. 03


John takes me by the hand, pulling me through the branches. They snap after
dragging against our arms, face, and legs. Every end of each twig grasping
desperately to our shirts trying to tear it free. I lead John into the woods
when he froze at the sight of the police. I did what he could not, but now, in
the woods, I feel the pain as we sprint deeper into the dark forest. A sharp
pricker vine snags my shirt, nearly ripping shirt off as my right breast
bounces bare in the open air. I whimper and fix my shirt. John looks back
concerned as he gives a reassuring squeeze to my palm.  
  
I hear the wings of fleeing birds flapping above our heads and the small
critters scurrying from our path. It is easy to have courage when standing in
the light and looking into darkness, but once in a shroud of darkness, I feel
the fear absorb through my thick skin. I try to stop and turn back, but John
takes the lead now, squeezing my hand as he drags me down the path we started.
Down the unwritten path, neither of us plotted for ourselves.  
  
"Slow-" I huff with my free hand keeping my shirt together around my chest.
"Slow down, John." I feel my lungs burn as a coat of sweat covers my forehead
and cleavage. After several more quick strides John's pace slows. His chest
heaves as his shirt sticks to the middle of his chest and back. He lets go of
my hand and pants at his knees for a second. "Shh..."  
  
We hold our breath, listening to the insect chirping and feel the light cold
breeze on our faces. "I don't... I don't think they're chasing us," I say.  
  
"Fuck..." John says, pulling out his black inhaler pouch. He turns away from
me as he takes a long breath from it. "I can't believe we just ran from the
cops."  
  
I think about my life before this. Working 9 to 5 in an office followed by
quiet, gossip, lunches with the girls every Friday. Sitting quietly during
family dinners every other Saturday night. Listening to my sister Ashley go on
and on about- nothing. Mom and step Dad finding everything she says so
interesting. Being a blur of gray in the background of life.  
  
I giggle at the absurdity of it all while resting an arm on John's shoulder.
"I left, all my underwear in that bathroom," I say.  
  
John laughs, "I don't think they will CSI their way into figuring out who you
are."  
  
I laugh, "hopefully they have better things to be doing." I steady my
breathing as John hands me a small towel from his pack. "But this is probably
the most uncomfortable run. Ever." I dab the sweat from my brow and neck. "No
bra, no panties, and a skirt," I shake my head.  
  
John snickers as he comes closer. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see the
shade of his skin as he slides his right around my waist to my lower back,
rubbing down to my left ass cheek as he kisses my lips passionately and deep.
His tongue sliding between my lips as his left slides inside my shirt, cupping
my sweaty breast. He lightly rolls my right nipple between his fingers as he
squeezes my ass. My lips quivers against his as I close my eyes and moan into
him, squeezing his hips and hard ass cheeks as I press his crotch into mine.  
  
He breaks the kiss, sliding his hand out of my shirt and down my curvy waist.
My eyes open after the wave of warmth washes through me. "Follow me," John
says taking me by the hand. I follow in a trance for a few minutes. Every few
feet there is a break in the treetops and I can see the stars and a corner of
the full moon. He takes a drink from a canteen in his pack and hands it to me.
I don't realize until I guzzle down a long drink of water how parched I am.  
  
"Umm... Do you know where we're going?" I ask, handing him back the canteen.
"Or rather, do you know which way is back to the car?"  
  
John points up at the break in the trees. "That's the north star," he points
forward. "We're heading north-east," he points behind us as he continues
walking. "Cars back south-west."  
  
I raise an eye brow, "How the hell do you know that?"  
  
"I like to hike," he says tapping his hiking back pack. "I've done it since I
was a kid."  
  
_You were a kid a couple years ago...still are._  
  
We come to a thick brush and carefully negotiate through it. I stumble out to
the other side and feel an open breeze followed by the crunching of gravel
under my steps. We're standing on a trail that stems from the rest area. "You
knew this was here?" I ask.  
  
"No," he laughs, "well kinda. I thought I remembered it being here. I took a
field trip here in junior high..."  
  
_Christ, Debra. He still remembers field trips..._  
  
John points to the woods they just came from, "we went off the path some and
saw a black bear in there," then points to the woods on the other side. "There
was a nest of bald eagles over-"  
  
"Wait, there's fucking bears here?" I yell.  
  
John smirks, guiding me by the shoulders deeper into the woods, "how do you
live in East Tennessee and not know that?"  
  
"I don't know if you can tell," I say pointing to my clothes. "But I'm more of
a city girl- woman... whatever."  
  
John glances down at me as I cross my arms, "It really bothers you, huh... my
age?"  
  
"More like mine," I blurt out. "You know I'm old enough to be your mother,
right? And over weight and-"  
  
"What makes you think any of that bothers me?" John said putting his hand
around my waist as we walk. "Or that all of that doesn't turn me on?" He
squeezes my ass.  
  
"I don't know..." I say, thumbing my love handles through my shirt. "Why did
you grab me in the car? Or just now, in the bathroom?"  
  
John looks at me as we continue to walk down the moonlit path in silence. He
kicks a few stones out of the path, adjusting his backpack. The air is chilly
as the last of my sweat disappears and I feel my nipples go hard under my
shirt.  
  
"I don't know," he says. "You were so nice in the car, always apologizing, and
picking me up in the first place. Then I saw you look at my crotch when I
started getting hard from your cleavage... I don't know, when I found out my
dad called the cops on me- I... I just wanted... you."  
  
I bite my lip as I look up at him and continue walking.  
  
"Any other situation, I would have sat politely the entire time and done
nothing, because the consequences were too risky. The chance of you slapping
my hand away, of getting kicked out of school, of being arrested, of my father
disowning me, of- a thousand things... I was just sick of life holding me
back," John says.  
  
_Life holding me back... life holding me back..._  
  
The words stick in repeat in my head. Its how I have felt this entire time and
hearing it spoken feels as though the water is finally flowing freely through
the damn. The responsibilities of my life have stacked so high on top of my
family's expectations of me, that the consequences of any spontaneity are
unthinkable. It is knowing that a wrong step will cause your life, which is
stacked with pretty things you hate, to come crashing down around you.  
  
_...Life holding me back..._  
  
I think about that last family dinner before I met John on the road. I think
about my step dad laughing and hugging my sister Ashley. And my thoughts
narrow on mother. Watching her expression as she glares at me. I hear her
voice in the back of my head.  
  
_...I told you so..._  
  
There is a bench beside the path that I guide him to by his hand. He puts his
pack down next to him and sits down to my left as I hold his hand in my lap.
"Why did you run away?" I ask.  
  
He sighs looking up to the sky, "just life... like I said... I was going to UT
for pre-law, I was a sophomore. I hate it. I hate it so much-" he clenches his
fists then rubs his face hard, like he's feeling life fall back onto him. "My
dad's a lawyer, pushed me in high school to be one, pushed me to get this
scholarship, and I got it. Full ride." He shakes his head, "You know, I have a
younger sister, Jenny, who is starting freshman year college next fall, and
they don't care what she does... besides get married. But me, I have to be
this big time lawyer, and do it on my own. They won't help with getting loans
or nothing..."  
  
John becomes solemn and sunken as he stares at nothing. The distant cricket's
chirping the only background noise. "Grades were posted yesterday, I failed a
class," he says, "Business Law. Hard fucking class, but... I didn't even do
the end project... They revoked my scholarship..." John smiles at me, and I
can barely see it through the darkness. "Too low of a GPA... I didn't even do
the end project, because I wanted my life to fall to pieces. Hm. And you know
what I did when I saw the scores?" He holds up the hand in my lap. "I beat my
knuckles bloody on a concrete wall."  
  
We sat in silence as I rubbed his cut hand between mine. I think of how it
must feel to let everything crash around you and have everyone disappointed. I
think of how freeing it could feel and horrible at the same time.  
  
"You know, when I was taking control over you," he says, "even though it
wasn't me, it was an act... it felt good. It felt like I was taking control of
a bit of my life, again. Like finding myself," he shrugs his shoulders shaking
his head. I find my pussy lips getting slick at him speaking the words,
'taking control.'  
  
I leave his warm hand between my bare thick thighs as I reach over undoing his
belt. John watches me as I stare up at him, my hot breath kissing his neck.
Unbuttoning his pants I slide my palm down the crotch of jeans and feel his
hard shaft move and flex underneath. I unzip him, pulling his boxers below his
balls as I run my hand from the base of his shaft to the top and back down. I
lean forward kissing his neck, tonguing, and sucking on his young salty skin
while my right hand pumps his shaft harder. I feel him grow and flex in my
tiny palm as I nibble on his neck, groaning. Stroking from base to top, again
and again.  
  
I lower myself, licking my lips, as I go to a squat between his legs. I feel
my skirt hike up and my thick ass cheeks hang from my skirt as I pull at his
jeans and slide them down to his ankles.  
  
"You might have been acting like you were in control," I say reaching inside
my half open blouse with my left hand while my right loosely strokes his
shaft. "But I would be your slut if you took me, for real." I say pulling my
right breast free from my shirt. His hard cock stands tall in front of my face
as I stroke. I pinch my fat left nipple, letting both breasts dangle free as I
get tighter grip of John's cock. As I stroke, I pull up so that his balls come
forward. I look up at his face as I wrap my lips around his right nut. Sucking
and licking till I switch to the left ball, pulling on it some. I feel my
pussy slide as I adjust my legs.  
  
_God... I'm soo wet... what's wrong with me!? I've never even liked sucking
dick before..._  
  
John stares down at me shuddering and groaning as I pump his fat cock. I
imagine him looking down at me and thinking what a slut I must be. He sees me
flick my brown hair that seems black in the dark moonlight to the side of my
head. My tongue sliding up the base of his cock, slowly stopping and circling
the head of his cock. Tasting his pre-cum.  
  
_Mmmmm fuck..._  
  
He sees my left hand disappear between my thighs as I finger fast circles on
my hairy clit, making my thighs tremble and my ass shake. I push my breasts
forward and he sees my pale, soft, skin as my plump tits hang on both sides of
his shaft. I slide my hands on either side of my boobs and press them around
his cock. Choking his warm hard shaft with my fat tits, I slide them up and
down, disappearing his cock as I titty fuck him. I bite my lip as I glance
down at the head of his dick, sticking out between my curvy tits. I make a
fast look up into John's eyes, asking for permission before I press down,
wrapping my lips around his urethra. "Mmm..." I lightly moans as my tongue
travels around the head of his cock slowly.  
  
"Jesus..." John groans. I release my tits and let them fall to my chest. My
left groping his shaft, harder than ever, while my right slides up his chest.  
  
_God- every muscle in his body is flexed like a fucking rock._  
  
I feel the grooves his abs the higher I go, the bulk in his chest as his pecs
stick out for me. My eyes lock with his as he watches my lips fall around his
cock. I swallow half his shaft, my tongue dragging on the base, before pulling
back to the head. My lips stopping around the bulb of the dick as I salivate
and moan at the taste of his tongue cock. My left pumps his shaft as I twist
my lips on the head of his cock.  
  
_I want him inside me, fuck, I want to hear him cum, I want to feel his cum
hit the back of my throat, yes!_  
  
My right rubs down John's front, then back to my pussy. I press two fingers
deep into my pussy and feel the juices pour into the palm of my hand as I
start fucking myself. I press my lips back down his shaft, slobbering down
pass where I stopped before. I feel the back of tongue touched by the tip of
his cock and my gag reflex start to twitch as I come back up. My hair dangling
in my face, I slide my lips down again, fucking my pussy faster as I groan on
his cock.  
  
I feel his hands pull the hair out of my face. John tightly wraps my hair into
a pony tail behind my head and grips it in his left. I feel him push my lips
down his cock and pull my mouth off of him. I panic at first, finding it
difficult to breathe, then feel his hips buck as he pulls me down. I get my
breathing under control as he face fucks me and hear him moan as he flexes
inside lips. I look up at him with my mouth open as he makes me his. He fucks
my salivating mouth with his tight warm cock. He reaches down with his right
groping my breast, squeezing it tight as my lips squeeze tighter around his
shaft.  
  
"Oh fuck," he groans, "I'm gunna cum in that fucking mouth."  
  
My lips vibrate around his thick shaft as I moan and pant. I feel his cock soo
hard between my lips.  
  
_I want it baby yes yes give it to me, fucking give it to me!_  
  
He pulls my head down on his shaft and I feel his cock begin to flex.  
  
_Oh yes...oh- oh god..._  
  
My fingers grind harder on my clit, making me pool juices in my hand. He holds
my mouth down on his fat cock and my tongue wraps around his shaft.  
  
_Cum in my mouth, baby, that's it!_  
  
I feel his shaft drag on my tight lips as he spasms shooting hot, milky,
strings deep on the back of my throat.  
  
_Ohhhh. Ohhhhhh!!_  
  
My ass flexes up and down in the air as I cum in my hand hard while swallowing
his cum. I raise up from his shaft, panting wiping my mouth free of saliva and
cum.  
  
I shudder and fall against John's knee smiling to myself. "Oh my god..." I
say.  
  
_I can't believe that just happened. Who are you, Debra?_  
  
John rubs my cheek looking down on me. He pulls up his pants up and stands. I
close my shirt as best I can and stand, nuzzling my face in John's chest. He
holds me for a moment, kissing the top of my head.  
  
"I can't believe..." I giggle in my hand.  
  
"You're amazing..." He says looking down on me. "Let me show you something."  
  
He picks up his bag and takes me by the hand. We walk in silence on the gravel
for several minutes as I lean on his arm, holding his hand tightly. Letting
this young man guide me, where ever. We come to an opening in the woods, and
there's a field of freshly mowed grass and benches.  
  
We walk into the center of the park and I look up at the stars. The full moon
kissing the top branches of the trees above. I stare lost in the moment,
closing my eyes as I feel the clear air caress my skin. I hear the muted
chirps of crickets in the background. I open my eyes and look down to see John
opening a sleeping bag that he pulled from his backpack.  
  
"We going to bed?" I smile down at him. He reaches up, taking my hand. He
guides me down to my knees and lays me on my back.  
  
"Not quite," he says putting my hands above my head. I do as he bids me,
leaving my arms relaxed as he rubs his hand down my chest.  
  
_I_ will be your slut if you take me...  
  
His palm resting on my heart. I look up at his black silhouette of stars and
moonlight as he looks down on me in darkness. "Why did you pick me up? In the
car, you said you weren't going anywhere in particular. Tell me."  
  
I feel uncomfortable. I feel like crossing my arms and start to but stop
myself, because John put my arms above my head for a reason. I've been getting
fucked in public all night and this is the first time that I feel exposed. His
right hand slides inside my shirt, his middle finger circling my left nipple
softly over and over and over. "Tell me," he says, again. This dark figure
looming over me.  
  
"I umm..." I start, trying to think how to say it. "I have a little sister,
Ashley. She's about 8 years younger than me." John unbuttons my shirt slowly
as I talk till it hangs open. My plump breasts hang to the sides as his warm
hand palms below my left side, rubbing down my hips and back up. "She's
amazing. She- we've always been close." I feel my heart beat quicken and he
squeezes my right breast, pinching and pulling the nipple as he thumbs it.
"She'd always worked odd jobs, ran through a new boyfriend every week."  
  
"We... had a pact- it was stupid- childish... whatever, we wouldn't leave the
state without the other and-" I take a deep breath as John's lips close around
my right nipple. His tongue lapping and vibrating on it as he pulls back on
me, stretching my old tit out. "Mmm... My mother... my mother's a fucking
cunt." I snarl as I feel his hand rub gently down my center, pass my naval and
push inside my skirt. "Sh-she's a two faced, bitch, wh-who will act like your
best friend one week...mmm... only to use what she learned against you the
next week."  
  
I close my eyes as I feel his familiar young fingers enter me, dipping two
fingers between my warm, wet pussy lips. My thighs open for him as he takes a
long lap on my breast, biting my nipple some. His fingers jerking left to
right on my spread pussy, grinding on my sensitive raw clit. "Ohhh...I..." I
try to concentrate. "Mmmm... I- we weren't supposed to leave the other behind
to be stuck... oh fuck... stuck with her alone..." His fingers squeezing into
my tight hole, fucking me as I ball my toes.  
  
"At m-m-my family dinner, yessyes..." I coo, lifting and lowering my hips.
"Ashley announced that her new army boyfriend and her were getting married,
be...cause..." John's thumb worked between my lips grinding on my clit as he
finger fucked my hole. I lose focus as he flicks my clit faster and faster and
faster "Ohh fuck..." I screech in a high pitch. He abruptly stops on my clit
as he continues long strides at fingering my drenched pussy. "Ohhhh...
ohhh..." I pant.  
  
"Because...?" John raised his face to mine. Kissing my cheek, my neck. His
fingers still fucking me hard and paced.  
  
"Mmmm... shit... oh... Because... she got fucking knocked up... Ooohhh..." I
groan as he kisses under my chin, pecking down to my chest. "So she's... she
said she's moving to California... to be with him...Oh shit baby..." He pulls
his fingers out and circles my clit wildly and my hips shutters on him.  
  
"My cunt mother's always s-said... that Ashley would have her life together-
mmm... together before me- me! Oh..." John spanks my clit, making me jump in
shock and joy as I feel a jolt making me think I may cum. But he slows the
pace. He traces my pussy lips up and down as his tongue travels pass my tits.
He kisses my ribs sending butterflies to my stomach.  
  
"Mmmm... that's what she says... to get back at me... as-as... yes- please
don't- oooh... ...as an insult..." My breathing turns to panting as my arms
instinctually want to go down, but I know he put them above my head to stay. I
grab and pull at my hair as my body writhes. His lips come to my waist line
and I feel him pull my skirt down and off me. I feel his lips kiss down my
waist to my right thigh, giving wet kisses down, and licking back up my inner
thigh.  

"I-I oh... I remember her face, when Ashley announ- Jesus- oh god..." I
reflexively close my thighs and I feel him pry my legs wide as I feel his
tongue lap an inch away from my pussy and my head is spinning. "When she
announced, my mom's first reaction... mmmmmm... Wasn't happy... for her... it
was at me... she looked at me," I bite my lip and open my eyes as if I am
staring at my mother this instant. "She smiled an- mm- arrogant fuckn
smile..." I pant. "And as everyone else congratulated, Ashley, mmm... my mom
said, 'told you so.'" My stomach twists for a moment and I realize John had
stopped. His head is between my thighs and he looks up at me as he listens. "I
left... then and there. Didn't even congratulate my sister. But no matter what
I do, I can't get her face out of my head. My mother's stupid fucking, smirk.
The only time I forget is- is when I'm with you."  
  
He stares at me for a long moment, then kisses my inner thigh hard and deep. I
look down and see John spread my pussy lips and make a long lap on my slit
with his tongue.  
  
"Ooohhhh, John I-" I gasp, lifting my hips. His tongue circles my clit several
times, I feel his warm, wet tongue sliding on my bare clit. "Yes! Yes! Ohh...
fuck."  
  
His smooth hands slide out on my inner thigh spreading my legs wide. He
spreads my lips with his tongue as he pushes inside me I feel his long tongue
go deep inside my pussy, licking me from bottom to top.  
  
"Oh my god, baby!" I cry out. "Oh my g- yes!" His tongue sliding in and out of
my hole as his freshly shaved face stubble grinds on my inner thigh. His face
fucks my pussy as my hips lift and lower for him and I feel my juices pouring.
"Please, don't stop don'tstop..."  
  
His right hand slides to my right tit, squeezing my nipple in his powerful
hand. He massaged my old breast hard, mashing it into my chest. His lips move
to my clit and I feel him pull my hood back as his tongue presses down on me.  
  
"OH Fuck!" I scream. My right hand covers my mouth as my eyes go wide and my
hips buck. "Ohmmmmmm!" I scream into my hand. His lips suck on my old swollen
clit, his nose buried in my unshaven muff. His tongue vibrating on my soaked
clit.  
  
_Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuck..._  
  
My hips trembling, my stomach flex, my tits bouncing as my back arches.  
  
"Oh my god, I'm cumming- I'm fucking cumm-" I moan.  
  
My thighs shake and close uncontrollably and I feel the waves pouring over my
mind like an endless waterfall as my pussy explodes.  
  
I shake and try to pull my sensitive clit from John's tongue but he holds
tight, licking and sucking on my pussy as I groan  
  
"Ohh..." I cry out. "Ohhhh! Ohhh goddd!" I turn on my side trying to snake my
way free but still feel John's tongue lapping faster on my clit. "Oh fuck- me!
I'm. Gunna. Cu-uummm again!"  
  
My hands jerk to his head as my thighs lock around his young face. I push and
pull on his head. Needing his touch and wanting release from it.  
  
"Yessss!" I fall backwards. "Oohhh..."  
  
My thighs release his face and he grabs me behind the neck, lifting me up and
pulls my lips to his. I kiss his wet full lips and taste my own pussy on him.
I never tasted it before, but my mind is still swimming and his kisses are
aggressive as I reach out and feel his hard cock pointing towards me through
his jeans. He tears off his, now wet, t shirt and I help him remove his jeans,  
  
I move forward, stroking his cock. He falls to his side pulling me on top of
him. I throw a leg over his hip and instantly feel the long of his shaft
grinding on my spread pink pussy lips. My hands on his chest, I grind pussy up
and down his shaft, circling my hips on him like a porn star as my hair hangs
over half my face.  
  
"Oooohhh..." I groan, arching my back and closing my eyes. His warm palms rub
down the small of my back, around my thick hips, and back up my center,
cupping under my breasts that dangle in his face. He squeezes them together as
I lower them. His mouth taking my left nipple between his lips sucking it,
tonguing it, pulling on it.  
  
_Mmmmmm... he's so good to me. I'm soo sensitive._  
  
"Oh baby," I whisper. Flicking my hair back out of my face. I press my pussy
down harder on his shaft, thinking I might cum again before he's even inside.
He grabs the back of my neck hard pulling my neck to his mouth. He sucks hard
below my ear as he lifts if his fat cock, feeding the head to my pussy lips.
And he whispers in my ear softly and strong.  
  
"I want you to ride my fucking cock, Debra."  
  
_Yes, baby, yes!_  
  
I sit down on his young fucking cock hungrily. Wanting him inside me, wanting
him to be pleased. I feel him fill me up and instantly turn to butter in his
hands.  
  
"Oh fuck, yes, baby," I moan as we kiss. I clench on his cock as I grind it in
circles. Him widening my hole as my fat ass works on his cock, flexing front
to back. His hands slide to my big ass cheek. He palms it squeezing it so hard
as I dig my finger nails into his chest.  
  
**SMACK!**   
  
His right hand smacks my left ass cheek.  
  
"Ohhh..." I shrug and arch my back as I feel a light sting on my ass. "Yess,
baby." I lift my hips up and feel his cock slide out of me before I sit down
hard. Slamming his young shaft deep inside me, "Ohhhh!" I cry.  
  
My hips rise and fall on his 19 year old cock, feeling him spread me wide,
feeling his cock deep inside me. "Oh baby, oh- fuck god. Yes- yes!" I cry out
holding my bouncing tits. Feeling their weight strain on my back as my fat
tits flop up and down.  
  
But I fuck him harder and harder. I hear his cock squishing inside me. My
hands feel his young hard body, beneath me, I hear his focused grunts. I ride
this teenage cock like a slut and I feel this young stud flexing his cock deep
inside me. My pussy lips are red and raw from all of the abuse tonight but I
need more.  
  
_God, I need more..._  
  
John raises his hips opposite with mine, slamming his cock inside me, and my
breathing becomes more guttural and erratic.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
He spanks my ass cheek as my hands shoot to cover my face mouth. "Oh my
fucking- yes yes! Fuck me!"  
  
My hands shuttering as my tits clap together. John's fingers digging into my
40 year old ass cheeks as he slams my pussy down on his young cock. I hear him
groan, burying himself between my fat tits. My hands cup behind his neck as I
hold him to my breasts, panting, feeling my pussy start to lose control on
him. My bangs sticking to my forehead as I sweat, my hair flinging to the side
as I ride his fucking cock like a hooker.  
  
"Oh god," I gasp, holding my breath as he thrusts inside me. "Cum inside me,
baby! Oh fuck, cum inside-"  
  
"Ah fuck, I'm gunna cum," John groans pressing his forehead into my chest.  
  
_Oh my god yes yes yes shoot inside me, John, fill me up- yes!_  
  
"Yes, baby... please!" I scream riding his fucking cock harder. Losing my
breath. "Cum for me, baby! Yes. ...oh fuck... Oh, please cum inside... Oh
yes!"  
  
I go silent as the only sound is my huge ass pounding down on to John's cock,
harder and harder. Then my muscles lock and freeze and John's hands forces my
tight cunt up and down on his throbbing hard cock. I hold my breath for
minutes as he pounds my dripping twat so hard, I don't even realize how hard
I'm squeezing his flexed triceps and chest.  
  
"I'm cumming!!" I scream in gasp of shock. "Yes, fuckmefuckmefuck me!"  
  
I feel his thrusts become wild and violent. Pounding my pussy as I spasm on
his young shaft.  
  
I hear his grunt as he breathes into my tits. My cunt swells as his cock
throbs inside me, flexing deep against my g spot.  
  
I buck and grind uncontrollably as my tits bounce around his cheeks. My pussy
squirting a wave down his cock, drenching his shaft as I shake.  
  
"Oh god! Oh god!" I cry, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Yes fill me baby
yes..."  
  
I feel his dick shoot strings of his young hot cum deep inside my hairy old
twat. Filling my pulsating pussy lips as I grind on his shaft. Cooing and
quivering in his arms as I fall on top of him, never wanting to let his cock
fall out of me.  
  
"Oh god baby," I pant. "That was amazing. You're amazing."  
  
His hands rubbing all over my body, I shiver as I finally feel him pull out of
me. We squeeze inside his tight sleeping bag, our legs and arms intertwined.
We lay there watching each other for hours.  
  
I lay on his chest feeling his deep breaths as my fingers trace imaginary line
on his chest. John's fingers brushing through my hair as he rubs down my back.
Chills dribble down my spine. I want this moment to last forever. I want this
feeling. This freedom to breathe and be... weightless.  
  
The birds slowly begin to stir. They chirp and fly between tree limbs as dawn
inches closer. My thoughts leaves the now only to touch the subject I don't
want to. We have to go. I think through the possibilities. Going back to each
other's lives, dating, trying to explain to my family the 20 year old kid I'm
fucking. Meeting his parents and finding out I'm older than his mother.  
  
_No. We run away. We just get in my car and drive. We can find a place. The
two of us. Somewhere. That's what we were going to do before anyways. I was
driving like mad to get out of there and he was hitchhiking to be free._  
  
Perhaps he felt the tension in my body. Perhaps the dawn stirred his mind too.  
  
"We have to go back," John says, breaking the silence. I say nothing but hold
him tighter. "I realized something last night when you took my hand and...
rescued me from the police."  
  
I turn my head up to his gaze on his chest, he smiles, toyingly at me, "I
realized you're a strong person when you need to be. Just not when you want to
be." I smile at him. He continues, "and strong people don't run from their
problems."  
  
_I'm not strong, I know that. I've never been brave or outgoing... but he
believes I am._  
  
"What about you?" I ask.  
  
He shrugs and kisses the top of my head, "you make me want to be strong, too."  
  
John holds me tighter as I feel him slipping further away. "I don't even know
your last name..." I say. "I don't know where we go from here. I never planned
for any of this, I just- I don't know where we go from here."  
  
"...Home," He says.  
  
Slowly, before dawn strikes, we gather our things. Hanging on each other and
holding another. We walk back to my car down the path while holding hands and
talking about our plans for the day, and what we are going to say to our
families. John laughs at the string of curse words I say I have planned for my
mom, and I smile at the big hug I have planned for Ashley. He talks of plans
of telling off his parents and changing his major as he works his way through
college. Neither of us know if the other would do what they say, but in the
moment it doesn't matter.  
  
The drive back down I-40 was quiet. We talk and decide not to exchange last
names or numbers. We want our moment together to be special and unique.
Something to be remembered and not replayed. We toy with the idea of meeting
at the same spot a year from now, neither of us being serious, but both of us
make a mental note of the rest stop.  
  
"You know," John says as I stop back at the intersection where I first found
him. The light Sunday morning traffic passing by me. "I never thought of
myself as some dominant control kinda guy, till I met you."  
  
I bite my lip, "I never really thought of myself as a submissive little slut,
till I met you." I tease with a smile. He smiles back holding my hand a moment
longer before letting go as he opens his door.  
  
"I'll see you..." he says and I just smile back as he closes the door. I drive
home feeling hopeful for the first time in years. I laugh as I look down at my
stained shirt and my ridiculous cleavage showing. I have no idea what the
future holds for me. Tomorrow could be exactly the same as yesterday, but I
know I will never have a night like last, again. A person's life is full of
epiphanies, but so few are truly acted upon. I look at the clock and see
Sunday morning service begins in 45 minutes. I have no control over what may
come tomorrow, but today I drive wearing no undergarments, in my torn blouse,
and semen stained skirt for my Mother's house. And I can't wipe this grin off
my face.




        Life Escape Pt. 04


**Life Escape: Aftermath**  
  
  
  
I drop another one of my picture frames into the large cardboard box my boss
gave me. It crashes into a heavy paper weight shaped like an orange loveable
fat cat. _Probably just broke that, _I think. My swivel chair swivels as I
drop more loose papers into the box that sits in it. I make a face and smile.  
  
_Who gives a fuck if they break?_  
  
I pick up the box and set it on the floor at the end of my desk. A cursory
look around my desk shows several eyes stealing glances my way over the blend
of gray cubicle walls. The eyes snap down at nothing when I catch them gazing
too long. I smirk as I stare down at my desk. Pictures of family and friends
cover my desk, there's kitschy of nick knacks, small candy jar, and too many
other pieces of crap that every middle aged secretary clutter their desk with.  
  
A devious smile grows across my full lips as I tuck a strand of dark black
hair behind my ear. I go to the opposite end of the desk from the box and
flatten my forearm to the table. With one swoop of my arm I knock everything
on my desk off it. My keyboard and mouse catch from the wires that attach to
the computer tower and jerk the monitor to the side. The sound of glass
breaking and clutter pounding the ground cuts through the afternoon office
feng shui. I stand back and giggle to myself. Most of it makes it into my
cardboard box... well, some of it does. I feel the heat of eyes burning my
neck and cheeks before I even look up. All eyes are on me and I revel in the
uncomfortable stares.  
  
_Oh, look, fat Debra is finally cracking,_ I know they are thinking it. _Comes
into work 3 hours late, dressed like a slut, quits her job, and now she's
destroying the place._  
  
All of their thoughts are true. I'm sure some of them want to ask me questions
or call me out for acting like a lunatic, but after spending so many years
here being quiet as a mouse, no one dares to approach me today. Not even my
'friends.'  
  
_Maybe they think I'm about to go on a shooting spree?_  
  
It is true though. I look like a slut. This morning I took my time putting on
makeup, lightly, nothing over bearing. My nails are trim and the color of a
deep red. The short black dress I wear emphasizes my curves, even the slight
pudge of my stomach, though no one could notice as they stare at the long line
of cleavage that is exposing from my massive breasts. Plump and pale and
pressed high from my tight top, my tits are ripe for the plucking. And my
skirt is barely long enough to cover my round ass cheeks. I cover the paleness
of my thick thighs by wearing black fishnet leggings.  
  
But none of these eyes that stare me down now are who I dress up for, these
eyes make me sweat and send color to my cheeks. My heart flutters as dozens of
eyes, male and female, stare at me as I look like a harlot. Their imaginations
molesting me.  
  
Over the cubicles and the eyes I see my target, oblivious as usual, to the
world as he entered the bathroom on the other side of the large office floor.
Eyes fall back to their work and murmurs rise around me as I walk around the
room. My hair trailing behind as I come to the bathroom. My heart pumping as I
shiver. My hands clammy. I look around the room and see no one is watching but
have second thoughts.  
  
_Think this through you stupid bitch. Did you think about the possible
consequences?_  
  
I smirk, "nope." I whisper to myself.  
  
I open the door and see Matt shaking his flaccid cock as he finishes pissing
into the urinal. He pulls on his pants and jumps when the door shuts and sees
he's not alone. His boyish features apparent. He is the college intern here
for a year now and subject to all my fantasies. Matt is cute, not hot. He is
chubby, not fat. He is funny, and not an asshole. And most importantly to this
middle age slut, he was young, but not illegal. I smirk, my hand already
caressing my plump breasts as I stare him down.  
  
"Hi Matt..." I say biting my lip as I block the exit. He jolts out of his
daydream as he pushes his back against the wall. Panic and fear is across his
face. He looks around, deciding if he screwed up and is in the women's room. I
giggle to myself at this as there are no individual bathrooms on this floor,
only this single occupant bathroom with a single toilet, a 5 foot divider wall
with a single urinal. My female coworkers and I always jokes that there was
some law being violated by not giving us women our own bathroom, but none of
us ever press the issue.  
  
"Hi..." Matt swallows. "...Debra..." I see him noticing what I'm wearing for
the first time as well. "What's up..."  
  
I feel the panic swirling in my stomach like a tornado. The same panic from
the rest stop, the same panic from the car ride.  
  
_Debra... what the fuck are you doing?_  
  
"Nothing," I say casually looking around the bathroom as if studying the
architecture. "It's my last day today. Did you know that?" I take a step
towards the young boy who's back is still flattened against the wall.  
  
"N-no," Matt clears his throat looking up at the ceiling. As if looking at how
skanky I am dressed would be shameful. "Diiidn't know that. What happened?"  
  
My right fingers traces my neck line dragging down my breasts till I pull on
the fabric and almost let my boob fall out, then smile and rub back up to my
neck and repeat. I step slowly and playfully toward Matt. "Just... time to try
something new." I smile. I feel my hand tremble in nervousness and my thighs
jittery with anticipation.  
  
I look at the small sink to my left and catch a glance of myself in the
mirror. The image is thicker, as always, than I want to be, but in the
fleeting seconds of the glance I notice something. It isn't the slight
blushing of my cheeks or the natural, curves of my heavy breasts aching to be
released. It isn't a thousand different things about this morning that
everyone else will notice different about me.  
  
_What's different? It's like I'm taller._  
  
"Oh..." Matt says wide eyed. "Everyone likes new things."  
  
My eyes return to Matt as they follow the crevasses in the white tile along
the wall, bouncing over a couple corporate inspirational bullshit posters hung
over the toilet. My heart skips as something in the look the young man across
from me gives, flashes my mind back to the rest stop 24 hours earlier. To John
slamming me into the bathroom sink, my shirt ripping open, the excitement, the
need.  
  
"Some people like old things," I say hesitantly, testing the waters with a coy
smile.  
  
Matt has been the college intern for some time. He often ran out of things to
do so everyone sends him to the secretary. Hours a day, he sits behind me. We
joke and tease another, sometimes talking about his girlfriend woes or lack
thereof. He is a good boy. The kind that every beautiful girl befriends but
never fucks.  
  
I feel panic boiling over in the awkward seconds that seem endless. The space
between us seems to grow with every passing moment.  
  
_Just fucking leave! Say you're sorry and go back to work. Apologize to your
boss, get your old job back-_  
  
My fingers become fidgety. I'm dangerously close to running out the door when
I notice movement in my vision. I see his cock move through his unzipped pants
and he watches the gaze of my eyes. He quickly finishes zipping his pants, but
I have enough for my attack.  
  
I move forward with a purpose before my brain can catch up to my actions. My
arms wrap around his tall shoulders as my lips press on his. I feel the stiff
shock in body and lips as I push my tongue inside his mouth and my hands mess
inside his sandy brown hair. My left thigh lifts and wraps around his hips as
I grind on his hard on. I'm like a pubescent high school girl, panting and
groaning at the slightest contact. Ready to cum at a moment's notice. I feel
his lips relax as he begins to kiss me back his tongue intertwining with mine.
I grab his hand and place it on the meat of my thigh wrapped around his hips.
He squeezes and I feel my pussy pulse to his grinds.  
  
For months, in the dark secrecy of my bed before the twilight of sleep, I'd
lay awake outlining my pussy lips and clitoris thinking of Matt. In my
fantasies he'd dominate me into submission. I'd protest, like a good middle
aged proper lady, but his attack would overcome me. He'd slam me into the wall
and fuck me 6 ways from Sunday and leave me in a pile of sweat and sperm.  
  
_ I knew in my mind how degrading and inappropriate my fantasies were, but
what good were fantasies if they were appropriate?_  
  
I grab his hand, again, and slide it higher. I feel his fingers digging into
my skin just below my ass on my thigh... inches from my dripping pussy lips.
The way he squeezes my bottom pulls my lips apart and makes me shutter on him.
My fingers sliding up his neck into his hair as I have to break the kiss
because I'm starting to pant too hard already. I see the look in his eyes like
a frozen puppy dog as the heat floods my face. My clit finds the hard bulge of
his cock through his pants as I bite my lower lip. My eyes dancing over his as
I circle my hips on his.  
  
My fingers clawing down his light color polo shirt, they wrap around his belt
as he stands still and lets me do my work. His belt opens as his pants, drops
to the floor. I guide him to the floor so he sits leaning with his back
partially against the wall and I hear a sound of a partial word come from
Matt's mouth before he stops himself. My hands already sliding his boxers free
so that they and his pants only hang from one leg. I stand and straddle his
hips as I hike up my loose black skirt and squat to his lap, slowly moving my
exposed and recently shaved pussy lips pass his face like a stripper. I smell
how wet and horny I am, so I know he does too as I lower to his lap. I watch
the way he looks at my leggings and pussy. Matt stares at my cleavage, and in
that moment I feel wanted and sexier than ever before in my life.  
  
My hand reverse grips his hard cock as I begin to stroke him harder and
harder. Matt's hands finds my ass on his own as I feel him flex in my grip
with every pump. His fingers outlining the grooves of my leg stockings. Matt
is average in size, from what I remember. His dick is 4 or 5 inches long with
a good size girth. I feel his pre-cum coating the base of my palm as I bite my
lip. My face and tits hanging over Matt, I lower slowly on him. I flick my
long black hair to one side as I stare at the head of his cock pressing
between my tender, moist, pussy lips. I bite harder on my lip as my eye brows
raise and crumble from his feel.  
  
Matt groans a soft moan as my hot pussy swallows him, "ohhm."  
  
I gasp as I sit all the way down and feel this boy inside me, "yessss..." I
coo.  
  
My eyes close as I focus on breathing my ass raises and falls on his hard
cock. I feel him push inside my pussy and my lips swallow him. My hands move
from the tile above Matt's head to his shoulders. A tight pinch of my ass
makes me open my eyes and grin a devious smile as I look down on him. His
hands working my ass as it lifts and falls on his lap. My hair hanging to the
side of his face as I lower my lips to his. My silver hoop earrings bounce
against my neck as I fuck this young stud between my thighs. I make high
pitched and muffled moans as my tongue laps the roof of his mouth and I feel
his tongue lap mine. The heat starts to form at my brow as I bounce harder on
his shaft.  
  
I pull from the kiss and lean back a little as his cock slams inside my hole.
The collar of Matt's shirt becomes my tether as I intertwine my fist in it,
fucking him harder. My fat tits unrestrained in my black dress bounce
hazardously with every hard sit. Matt's hand finds my left breast and squeezes
it hard, mushing it against my chest.  
  
"Oohhhh G-" I moan and quickly cover my lips with a hand as I hear the loud
echo like glass break. "Mm."  
  
My other hand smacks on top of his, permissing him to squeeze harder, to find
my hard nipple through my top, and he does. Panting, I sit on his cock deeper,
grinding back and forth as I open my mouth and gasp uncontrollably.  
  
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." I whisper to myself. My hips aggressively grinding on
his big, fat fucking cock.  
  
The bathroom fills with fleeting moans, echoes, and whimpers. With the nearest
cubicle only a few yards away, prying ears have definitely become wise to what
is happening behind this unlocked door. My pussy squeezes down on his flexing
shaft as I feel him stuff inside me with every thrust of my hips. I watch Matt
bite his lip hard as I ride him.  
  
"Oh god," I spit out. Never wanting him to stop. Like an itch you can't stop
scratching. I breathe heavy as he twists my nipples through my dress. My hand
slaps down and grabs the toilet seat beside us for balance as I ride him
faster and faster.  
  
"Oh Matt..." I cry as quietly as possible.  
  
"Jesus," he says. "You need to-"  
  
"Fuck me," I pant holding my other hand over my mouth. "Oh god- fuck me
deeper."  
  
My pussy pulsating on his cock. The slushing of my juices pooling on his shaft
with every hard thrust.  
  
"Jesus-" Matt grunted silently. His body flexes and his pinch around my nipple
becomes a clamp that nearly sends me over the edge. I feel him stiffen his
cock so it's buried inside my wet twat.  
  
"Ohhhhh," I shiver feeling him so hard inside me. He flexes again and again as
I slowly wiggle and ride my hips on his cock, knowing he's shooting his
strings of cum inside this 41 year old slut. "Mmmm... Mmmmmm..." I dig my
teeth into my lip as I grind into his cock as it slowly goes limp.  
  
After a pause of stillness Matt says, "sorry, I-"  
  
I cut him off as I hold a finger to his lips silencing him. Looking down on
him I say like a teacher instructing her pupil, "never apologize for
cumming..." I lift my hips feeling a thrill as he falls out of my pussy and I
lower myself between his legs so the my mouth hangs over his wet limp cock.
"...but never stop her from getting hers."  
  
A wicked grin comes over my lips as I lick the shaft of his cock, tasting my
juices. My tongue teasing his head, I wrap my lips around his lifeless cock.
Like a personal maid, I clean every inch of his shaft and balls with my lips
and tongue for minutes on end. I groan with my lips around him until I feel it
move. Then stiffen, some.  
  
I wrap my right hand around the shaft and start pumping. Instantly, feeling
him flex and grow in my grip. My left dips two fingers into my spread pussy
while I lay on my side. As my mouth opens and closes around the pink bulb of
his hard cock, my eyes flick up to Matt's face. I taste the spice of his skin,
rolling my tongue under the head of his cock and my lips slides farther down
his shaft. His palms flat against the white tiled floor, my lips go half way
down his shaft before I notice my gag reflex and retreat to the head.  
  
My lips circle the head of his cock polishing it with wet pressure as he makes
silent groans to himself. The tip of my tongue slides along the base of his
pole, stopping on his urethra, circling and poking at it. My right hand pumps
harder now on his shaft as I notice a slight echo in the bathroom. At first
thinking it is Matt's moan, before realizing it is mine.  
  
"Oh god, Debra," Matt whispers in a pant.  
  
My pussy lips drip down my thigh as my fingers circle my clit over and over.
My stomach rises and falls as my breathing becomes labored. My cheeks are
flushed when I pull back on my hood and feel my clit bulge. I rub down my
swollen pussy lips dipping two fingers inside my snatch and groan like a whore
sucking his cock.  
  
Licking down the base of his shaft, I pop his left ball in my mouth, rolling
it on my tongue before switching to his right. When my lips return to his hard
young shaft, I suck with eagerness. My mouth salivates as I force my lips
farther and farther down his dick, feeling him flex on my tongue. My eyes
watering some the deeper I go.  
  
"Mmmm Mmmmmm!" I moan on his hard cock.  
  
One leg hanging in the air, my thighs wide, and my hand is making fast wet
circles on my pussy lips. I prepare myself, relaxing my tongue, and holding my
before flexing my lips tight around this boy's cock and working my lips lower
and lower down his member until my lips are buried in his trimmed pubic hair.
I feel his dick press against the roof of my mouth pass my gag reflex and
hold. Matt groans and I grab his hand and bring it to the back of my head,
holding my black hair as I feel my eyes water.  
  
_Mmm... God, cum in my mouth!_  
  
I release, pulling from his cock and Matt's hand springs free instantly as a
string of saliva hangs between his head and my lips.  
  
"So fucking-" I start to say before pushing my lips back on his cock. My face
pumping faster on his shaft. My hips raise and lower on their own. Between my
muffled moans and his, the only sound left in the bathroom was the wet sound
of my palm grinding fast on my clit.  
  
_Oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm- I'm so close!_  
  
"Mmmmm! Oh gah!" I scream breaking my lips free from his cock momentarily to
breathe before forcing my lips back down his shaft. My legs fishnet thighs
clamp shut on my palm as I still plunge a finger inside my gushing twat. My
hips rocking violently on the tile floor as I cum. "Mmm! Mmm!"  
  
_Oh my fucking god! Yes, yes!_  
  
Matts cock still flexed in my mouth. My mouth full of saliva as I face fuck
him, not stopping. My lips squeezing his shaft hard as I breathe
intermittently wanting his cum so badly.  
  
"Oh Debra-" the intern says. "Cumming- I-"  
  
I feel his hands encase the back of my head as I slide down as far as I can.
My hand grips tightly around my fat breast, choking it as I suck him. Sucking
my lips in around his shaft I feel his cock flex and tighten as he slings a
rope of warm cum on the back of my tongue.  
  
_Yes- yes! Let me taste you!_  
  
"Mmmmmmm...." I groan on his cock. My tongue dancing around the head, lapping
at his urethra as his final flexes end.  
  
Massaging his cock to rest, my lips stay around him till he is fully limp.  
  
Sitting back, I lick my lips and straighten myself. My new black dress is
stretched around the skirt and bosom area, but I can live with that. There's a
small puddle on the floor where I came and I giggle as I step around it. Matt
stood struggling some to put his pants back on as he tried to think of
something to say.  
  
I look in the mirror and see myself. Debra Howard. My makeup is mostly intact.
My skin is flush and hair is a mess. I lean over the sink and see what I was
missing.  
  
_My shoulders._  
  
My shoulder are the same but different. They stand tall and rolled back. My
back is straight and my head is forward instead of buried in the ground.  
  
_I am a slut. And proud_, I give myself a devilish smile in the mirror as I
run my fingers through my hair.  
  
"Thanks, er-" Matt says zipping up. "I didn't know that- you are- I like-"  
  
I walk over to Matt and kiss him on the cheek. "_Thanks_, too." I smile. "It
was nice working with you. Take care."  
  
And with that I walk out of the bathroom and grab my box of things at the back
of the office. Eyes are staring at me. People are whispering about me.
Judgement. Jokes. Belittlement. I walk by the cubicles looking down on
everyone with my shoulders back and back straight.  
  
Matt exits the bathroom and I give him a wink as walk pass him and leave
behind my old life.




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