Classic Ride

It was a beautiful, late summer night. There was a bit of a chill in the air, but nothing a light jacket and jeans couldn't remedy. The moon was full, so I kept the fire low — barely more than the coals I'd used to cook dinner earlier. I'd finally earned a week of vacation at my first real job, and I was indulging a long-denied need to get out of doors for more than a night.

All my friends either were off to college or couldn't get the same week off, so I was flying solo until the weekend. The peaceful solitude — especially at night — was amazing. I had plenty of beer to last me, and the pond down the road was full of fish, which is where I'd acquired my dinner. Unfortunately, it was too late in the year to take a jump off the cliff into the water far below.

The edge of an old strip mine pit might not seem like the smartest place to consume alcohol, but if you were underage, Killer Pit was the safest place to do it. It was in the absolute middle of nowhere, and cops would have had to walk for miles to sneak up on you. It was also technically private property — with gates across the roads and faded no trespassing signs — though the mining company had shut down decades before. With nobody around to complain, and the probability of actually catching people low, the cops didn't bother. They preferred to skulk around the highways outside the area and catch people going in with alcohol in the car or leaving drunk.

It was always a bit of an anxious trip in, but once you were through a gate, you were more or less home-free.

I was thinking about calling it a night when I saw the flash of headlights off in the distance. I had a good five minutes to hurl my beer and the empty cans over the edge of the cliff if necessary, so I watched. After a couple of minutes, I knew it wasn't a cop. It was a car rather than an SUV, and the headlights were all wrong. Once I could hear the engine clearly, I relaxed. It was a muscle car, and nothing like what the police used.

Killer Pit was also a popular hook-up spot, and I assumed it was someone sneaking out to bang their girlfriend in the back seat. I silently apologized to the guy in case I accidentally cock-blocked him by being there.

Sure enough, the car pulled off the gravel road and onto the dirt path over to where I was at the cliff edge. I was behind some scrub bush at the bottom of a small rise, and I guess it was enough to conceal me and my truck. The car rolled past me — the rumble of the engine shattering the silence of the night.

I'm nothing resembling a car guy, but even I could appreciate a classic. It was something from the 70s and looked pristine. Someone had done a lot of work on that car.

A few seconds later the car turned and the headlights pointed out over the cliff edge about fifty feet away from me. That's when it came to a stop. I watched as the car idled, but the glare of the moon on the window prevented me from making out who was inside. After a minute or so, the door opened.

My brow furrowed when a woman climbed out. Without the glare, the moonlight let me get a good look at her. She looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s and had dark brown hair. She was wearing jeans that showed off a really nice ass. While she wasn't particularly busty, the tight top she was wearing accentuated her breasts.

I guess she didn't notice me, because she never even glanced my way. She walked over toward the edge of the cliff, and then leaned forward to look over. After a couple of seconds, she lifted a hand to her mouth and bit her thumb. I heard a sigh, and then she shook her head before walking back to the car.

The door remained open as she shut down the engine. She stared out the windshield briefly, and then let her head drop into her hands. A few moments later, I heard sniffling and whimpers.

I spent an awkward minute or two watching her cry and debating whether I should do something. I decided that I'd probably regret it if I didn't at least go talk to her. I stood up from my camp chair and walked her way.

When I was about five feet away, I drew in a breath to say something, but she must have sensed my presence somehow. She suddenly looked up and screamed.

I lifted my hands and froze in place. I said, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." I pointed over my shoulder and said, "I'm camped over there. Are you okay?"

She slumped back in the seat and lifted a hand to her heart, which was probably beating rapidly. "I didn't know you were there. You scared me half to death," she said in a shaky voice.

"Sorry. I just saw you and you looked upset. Is everything okay?"

She let out a loud, disgusted-sounding scoff. "Oh, sure. My husband is off in Vegas banging his secretary. Everything's great."

She reached for the passenger seat, and I saw a bottle of whisky there. As she grabbed the neck, she seemed to think better of it and let go.

"That's messed up," I said. "Is there's anything I can do to help?"

"I came out here to push his precious baby over the cliff. Want to help?"

"Probably not the greatest idea," I suggested.

She chuckled, and then sighed. "I know. I sobered up enough to realize how crazy it was about halfway here."

"Well, it will probably hurt him more when he has to sell it in the divorce anyway."

I saw her eyes light up and she sat up straighter while turning toward me. "Oh, that's going to kill him. I didn't even think about that."

"Saves you a long walk, too. We're kind of in the middle of nowhere," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "My name's Trace."

"Helen. Not a great plan, I know."

"You should probably hang out until you sober up," I suggested. "Cops love to wait for people coming out of here."

"I know. I used to come out here all the time when I was your age." Her eyes darted up and down, looking me over. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Nineteen."

"Out here by yourself?"

I nodded. "A couple of friends are coming this weekend, but I'm just chilling."

Helen shook her head and chuckled. "I remember those days. Drinking, dancing, making out, jumping off the cliff... I lost my virginity right over there somewhere."

I nodded and chuckled.

"I got fucked out here

so

many times. How about you?"

"Nah. Never here. Close a couple of times, but then they'd get antsy about getting caught."

There was a moment of silence as she looked at me and bit her bottom lip. I recognized the flash of decision in her eyes right before she spoke.

"Want to?" she asked while reaching up to caress her right breast.

I leaned back and blinked hard as the question hit me. It had come completely out of the blue, and I wasn't ready for it.

Helen winced and the hand she'd been using to stroke her breast lifted so her arm was covering the globes. She looked down and away as she said, "I'm sorry. That was stupid. As if a nineteen-year-old would want to have sex with me."

"No. No, that's not it at all. You just caught me off-guard," I quickly responded.

There was a hint of sorrow in her voice that suggested she might start crying again. "You don't have to let me down easy," she said, sitting up straight. "I'll get out of here and leave you alone."

I grabbed the door when she reached for it. "I don't want you to do something you're going to regret — and that includes leaving right now when you're upset with alcohol in your system and cops out there just waiting for someone."

"The only thing I regret is being faithful to that piece of shit," she snapped. "I had chances. Plenty of them. Hot guys too. So, unless you're going to bend me over the seat of his precious baby, fuck me like an animal, and fill me full of cum right now, I'm leaving. I've embarrassed myself enough for one evening."

That caused my lizard brain to take the reins. I'd never had a girlfriend who was on birth control, so I'd never gone bareback before. The thought of fucking her raw and blowing a load inside her sent a shiver up my spine and blood rushing between my legs.

"Just let go of the door or start taking your clothes off. One or the other."

I did both, in that order.

Helen froze in the act of reaching for her door and gasped when she saw me take my jacket off and toss it on the roof of the car. When I reached for the tail of my shirt, her eyes rolled up in her head and she said in a husky whisper, "Oh god, yes."

I saw her lifting her top at the same time as mine momentarily obscured my vision. She was tearing hers off and hurling it into the passenger seat as mine came to rest atop my jacket on the roof. I wondered for a moment at the wisdom of taking my shoes off out in the scrub in the dark, but there was no way I was getting my jeans off without a fight with them on. As I stepped on my left heel, she reached for the clasp of her bra.

Her tits were nothing special, but nothing to sneeze at either. Nice-sized for her frame, and gravity hadn't taken too much of a toll. Her nipples looked erect to me, and certainly looked suckable.

I lifted my right foot once I'd freed it from my shoe, yanked off the sock, and put it next to the other on the roof. Helen unbuttoned her jeans and swung her legs out of the car to begin wriggling out of the tight denim. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed my boxers down with them.

Helen's eyes widened and she whimpered as her eyes fixed on my cock in the moonlight. "Oh my lord," she said in a squeaky whisper.

I'm not much bigger than average, but she seemed absolutely mesmerized by the sight of my hard dick bouncing. I'd already freed one leg from the denim by the time she looked away from my erection and turned her attention back to her own jeans.

I'd noticed how tight they were when she stepped out of the car, and it wasn't making removing them easy for her. Once mine landed on the roof with a jangle of my belt and a

whump

, she nodded toward her legs and lifted them.

"Get them off me," she said in a breathless voice.

I grasped the legs and tugged while she continued to push and wriggle. Her panties came down with them. I was surprised to see a dark nest of curly hair emerge as the denim and cotton slipped over her skin.

I'd never been a fan of hairy pussy in pics or videos, but seeing it for real changed that really quickly. There was just something about that natural patch of untamed hair there that set me to throbbing. Once her jeans slipped low enough, I could tell that she was shaved around her pussy, but that full, thick bush was still surprisingly exciting for me.

We wrestled the denim down to her knees, and then it was smooth sailing. As soon as her legs were free, I tossed her jeans and tightly rolled panties onto the roof of the car. Her fingers curled around my cock at the same time.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking hard," she said as she stroked me. "Give it to me."

I was ready to get on my knees and bury my face in her pussy, but she took any option of foreplay off the table. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she released my dick, planted her feet, turned, and bent over the front seat of her soon-to-be ex-husband's car.

A hand reached back to spread her nether lips and she said, "Stuff me with that hard young cock."

Well, I wasn't going to argue with her. Her ass looked just as incredible bare as it had in the jeans. She let out a little moan as I laid my hand on her hip. The other was busy guiding my prick toward the dark pink target she'd made for me with her fingers. The moment the head of my cock touched her, I could feel how slippery and wet she was. I gave a little push, and I was inside her.

Helen let out a choked-off whimper, and followed it with a deep groan. As for me, my throat tightened up and I couldn't make a sound at first. The sensation of sliding bare into a warm, wet, clinging pussy for the first time was unbelievable. I slipped into her to the hilt, and then finally let out a grunting growl.

"Oh my god, you're so deep. So full. Oh fuck," she whimpered as I luxuriated in the feeling of that slippery canal wrapped around me.

I could see her pussy juice glinting in the moonlight as I pulled back and thrust balls-deep into her again. She grunted and trembled as I stuffed her. The soft ridges and folds of her canal caressed me far more intensely than I ever could have imagined. The skin-on-skin contact gave me chills with every pump of my hips.

"Faster. Harder," she moaned.

As much as I wanted to continue slowly burying my prick — feeling every inch of me wrapped snugly in that hot, soft, slippery pussy — I complied.

"Oh yes," she moaned as she shifted her weight to the left. That's when I saw her reach back with her right hand, and felt her fingertips brush my shaft as she began masturbating.

She wasn't messing around. Within only a couple of thrusts, I could feel the slight, rapid vibration running through her pussy lips where they touched my shaft. I could hear a faint wet flapping sound as well.

"Do it. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy," she demanded.

My body reacted before my brain could catch up, and a clap sounded as I slammed into that round ass.

"Yes!" she cried.

I knew I was in trouble after only a few claps of colliding flesh. A hot tickle shot from the buried head of my dick down my pussy-creamed shaft. I was probably a little vain about how long I could last, because I'd had two girls absolutely lose their minds when I was fucking them, and they told me afterward it was because I got them there when most guys came too fast.

Without that latex barrier shielding me from the reality of how good a pussy could

really

feel, it was a completely different story. I clenched my teeth and tried to think about baseball, because that was what you always heard.

It didn't do shit.

"God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she squealed.

Having her scream and beg for it wasn't helping me maintain control either. She was way more vocal than any girl I'd ever been with. It was like porn coming to life. With every passing moment, I was hurtling closer to losing the battle.

When I knew I was on the cusp of the point of no return, I yanked out of her.

"Nooo!" she wailed — continuing to furiously masturbate. "Don't stop! Fuck me please!"

"Sorry, I'm about to come," I somehow squeezed through my tight throat.

Her voice took on a weepy quality and warbled. "Just do it! Fuck me and come in my pussy! Give it to me!"

The truth was that I'd waited just a little too long, and I was on the verge of spraying cum everywhere just from my dick throbbing. I stepped back in, tried to penetrate her, and failed. The mild discomfort of my dick bending and the much stronger feeling of embarrassment from missing the hole was probably a godsend. It reset the timer a tiny bit.

My second attempt was on target. I growled as that hot pussy enveloped me again, and she let out a long groan that sounded almost too deep to have emerged from her throat. I surrendered any attempt to hold back and pounded her pussy as if my life depended on it.

Every smack of our colliding flesh was punctuated by her yelping. My balls tightened up and I started feeling the electric tingle shooting up my spine, but I didn't come for some reason. For a few frantic slams of my hips, I was caught on the excruciating edge, unable to tumble over. It felt like forever, even though I know logically that it couldn't have been more than a few seconds.

My fingers dug into her hips and my breath exploded from my lungs in something resembling a bark as the first blast of cum erupted in her pussy.

My hips bucked beyond my control, pushing against her ass while I yanked on her hips — even though I was already balls-deep inside her. I know for certain I hadn't come that hard since I lost my virginity. I just kept pulsing, filling her full of cum as my head swam with ecstasy.

"I feel it! I feel you coming in my pussy!" she screamed, and the last word turned into a screech that was suddenly choked off.

The powerful squeeze of her pussy walls shocked me out of the fog I was in from coming so hard. She sucked in a noisy gasp, lurched, and then trembled violently for a couple of moments. It was only then that I realized she was coming too. Rapid high-pitched whimpers and grunts sounded with her every breath as her orgasm ripped through her.

I don't even remember pulling out of her. It must have taken every ounce of strength I had left, because my legs were like Jell-O as I tried to stand behind her. I ended up reaching out to catch myself on the roof of the car, and then slowly leaned in to rest my head on my arm.

I panted for breath and twitched from the aftershocks with my balls resting on her ass. I could hear her wheezing and whimpering below me. The heat of sex eventually faded, and I began to shiver from the night air.

"Oh my fucking god," she muttered in a drawn-out, languid tone. She then chuckled and moaned.

When she began to move, I had to push off the car and stand up to get out of her way, which demonstrated quite well that my legs still weren't cooperating. Helen climbed into the seat of the car — looking none too coordinated herself — and collapsed into it with a grunt.

"Do you have anything to drink that isn't whisky by chance?" she asked.

After a couple of deep breaths, I answered, "I've got some Mtn. Dew in the cooler."

"Please?"

"Yeah," I responded. I sifted through the clothing on the roof and found my pants. I had to lean against the car to get my legs through, but eventually managed to pull them on.

Helen moaned and admired me the whole time.

I skipped the socks, slipped on my shoes, and headed back to my campsite. I heard the car start once I was a few feet away. I glanced back to see her fiddling with what I assumed were the climate controls. Once I reached my cooler, I nearly took a beer for myself, but thought better of it and grabbed two Mtn. Dews instead.

When I turned around, I saw her sitting sideways in the seat to face me — still naked — and smoking a cigarette. The overhead light was on, giving me an even better look than the moonlight. She shuddered and cupped her breast as she watched me walk back toward her.

As I neared the car, I could see that my cum was leaking out of her and running down the incline of the seat under her leg. Her face was still flushed, and her hair mussed. She looked like a textbook example of well and freshly fucked.

"Hopefully, it takes my asshole husband hours to get this out of the seat," she said. "You really filled me up." When I handed her the soda she said, "Thanks," and then nodded toward the passenger seat.

I popped the top on my can as I walked around the front of the car and took a drink to salve my parched throat. I saw her turn in the seat, shut the door, and pick up the whisky from the passenger seat.

A sigh escaped me when I sat down and closed the door. The heat felt good. As nice as the night air was before she arrived, it was a bit much when I was bare-chested.

Helen reached out and ran her fingertips over my chest as I settled into the seat. "God, you are delicious." She then gestured with her cigarette and asked, "Want one?"

"Nah, I don't smoke."

"Do you mind?"

I shook my head. She grabbed the crank handle and rolled her window about halfway down. Between that and the heat blowing, most of the smoke went straight out the window.

Helen took a drag from her cigarette, exhaled out the window, and asked, "Is that the first time you've had sex without a rubber?"

My cheeks immediately started burning. "Sorry. I—"

She cut me off with a laugh. "Don't. I just meant I could tell by how excited you were and how hard you came. You made me come hard, so don't be embarrassed." Her voice took on a slight edge of anger when she added, "My asshole husband didn't last thirty seconds the first time he went bareback with me. You beat him by a country mile."