Life Escape Pt. 03

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Debra's escape hits a climax with a teenage boytoy in charge.

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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.

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History is littered with hundreds of conflicts over the future of a
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terrifying swiftness in which data disappears. To this end, Archive
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grabbed a copy for all of time. Some of these rescues, consisting of
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"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.

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