Life Escape Pt. 03

"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.