Hitchhiker, Part 4

by Thom

We grasped each other's hands tightly as the plane accelerated down the LAX run way, feeling the increased G's forcing us back into our seats. I was filled with fear, not from the plane flight but with the knowledge that I was flying home to Maine with my twelve-year-old lover whom I had picked up over a month ago, hitchhiking in Rhode Island.

We had zigzagged our way across the country, taking in whatever roadside attractions managed to get our attention, while most of our energy and focus was spent on sexually devouring one another. We had planned that she would stay with her mother, since her father had thrown her out but as it turned out, her mother didn't want her either and I, it seemed, was all that she had. I accepted that fact not at all by way of complaint. Jenny was the best thing that had come into my life in a very long time and sexually, probably the best thing that had ever come into my life.

My concern of course was that I was in my 50's and so far ahead of her in years that our relationship was verging on the absurd. I was going to be nearing my 60's before she became an adult.

But intermingled with all of this practical concern were a number of salient facts. Jenny didn't have any family as far as I could determine that was willing to take her in. Except for having been my lover, she was a normal twelve year old, though likely smarter than a normal twelve year old. That given a reasonable chance at succeeding at life, whatever that is these days; she would probably do very well.

The last two important facts were that I was deeply in love with her and deeply in lust with her. In order to save myself, I was going to have to deal with the first of these. In order to save her, I was going to have to deal with the second. Until I figured out what to do, and I figured I could postpone that for awhile, I was planning on taking advantage of both of them as frequently as possible. As the plane reached its cruising altitude, I was contemplating giving and receiving cunnilingus from my little sweetie as soon as we got home or at least to our first over night destination, Boston.

When we got to Boston, we took a shuttle over to the Logan Hilton and checked in. We were going to start working our way to my house in Maine the next day but I wanted to get a decent night's sleep before that. When we got to our room, we got naked and climbed into bed. We were too tired from our traveling to think about love making. We just held each other very closely cuddling and snuggling and fell asleep.

I got up to pee around midnight; the plumbing not working as well as it should at my advanced age. When I returned, Jenny had switched on the bedside lamp and pushed the covers all the way onto the floor. She was lying naked on the sheets with her gangly legs slightly spread apart. She was lightly caressing her pale, bare pussy mound with two fingers of her right hand. She wasn't parting her slit or, I think, even denting the skin of her lips. Just lightly touching it, teasing me as I came back to bed.

I touched myself to ease the ache I had suddenly experienced. I crawled on to the bed and up over her tiny body and kissed her fully on the lips. I quickly worked my mouth down with quick kisses on her titty nubs and a gentle kiss on the top of her little girl pussy mound. I parted her slit with my fingers and, finding her hood, I sucked it into my mouth. Jenny was hungry for sex and thrust her cunt into my mouth and pushed my head into her sweet spot with her hands.

Her arousal was more powerful than I had experienced before and it heightened my own. I was reaching down between my legs to try to relieve myself while I was balancing myself over her pussy, sucking and licking as hard and as fast as I could.

When Jenny screamed out with her first orgasm, I took her body and pulled her over on top of me and swung her around so that we were 69ing. She immediately started to lap at my clit from above and reached around with a free hand and had three or four fingers pushing into my vagina. The thrusting and sucking had me off in no time and allowed me to get back to concentrating on her.

From the bottom, I had the best advantage. I took her clit fully into my mouth and ravaged it with my tongue and sucking. With one free hand, I wet a finger in her front hole and worked it into her back hole and began to finger fuck her. I substituted two fingers of my other hand back into her front hole and tried to maintain the same rhythm as with my mouth and other hand. Coming at her from three directions, mouth and two hands, put her little body quickly over the edge and she shuddered to a climax, wave after wave.

Jenny crawled off of me and told me to get up on all fours. She crawled around behind me and started working on my bottom. She took four fingers of one hand and inserted them in my vagina and began to lick my poop hole with her tongue. I put my head down on a pillow to free up a hand and started to masturbate myself at the same pace as my little girl was working my holes.

I held off as long as I could, thinking that delaying my climax would just improve it. When I came, I pushed my bottom hard into her hands and mouth and let out a whoop that probably woke all of the neighbors around our room. We collapsed back into each other's arms, incredibly satiated, and fell quickly to sleep.

The next morning we treated ourselves to a hot bath, together, and breakfast in the room. After checkout, we hopped the shuttle back to the airport and shagged the 11 am Maine coastal route bus. It's around a four hour trip to the town I live in. I had left my car in town when I took off a month ago for California.

Since I'm too well known in town to not be spotted as soon as we get off of the bus, I wrestled with how to introduce Jenny to the first and second and hundredth person I ran into while I had her in tow. Calling her my new lover would only cause a fuss and get me a visit from the authorities. Calling her a stray I found in Rhode Island, while accurately describing the circumstances, would only beg a bunch of other questions I wasn't willing to answer. Or that is, I didn't have answers to.

I decided niece would do for now. Daughter of a half sister that I never told anyone about that couldn't take care of her right now. The only one this wouldn't work for would be my daughter but I had until Thanksgiving to work out a story for her. I shared my plan with Jenny and she was on board.

We made our excuses in town, grabbed some provisions for the house and headed out to the lake where I live. I had to puzzle it a while but finally figured out that it was Friday. We would have the weekend together before we had to think about what happens next; getting Jenny enrolled in school, talking to her parents so they knew where she was, feeling them out over custody issues. It's great the way a Friday will get you to cease thinking about reality.

Getting home was sweet. I really did open the door and pick Jenny up in my arms and carry her over the threshold. If there was any bad luck to be avoided in what I was doing, I wanted to. And I was stealing away with her, wasn't I? I showed her the house. It sits only a few yards from the lake. I have a dock for swimming off of.

“This is the guest room but I want it to be your room. Make of it what ever you'd like.”

“We can still sleep together though right? I mean I would miss our being able to cuddle at night.”

“I would too sweetie. Yes please let's sleep together. I was just thinking for the sake of appearances and for the future in case…”

“Super, and where's your room?”

“Over here. Listen I'd like to jump into the lake while there is still some day light.”

“I don't have a suit.”

“One of my daughter's old ones will fit you but we don't really need one. There's nobody on the lake this time of year. And even if there were, we are pretty isolated. I'll grab some towels to wrap around us for the walk to the dock.”

We walked to the water, dropped our towels and jumped in. Even though the early evening air was beginning to cool, the water in early September is as warm as it gets. The water felt great on my naked body. We splashed around and swam a little and then came together. I found a rock I could stand on and Jenny folded her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

We pecked kisses at each other. I could feel her little pussy mound pressing into my tummy, her titty bumps pressing into my breasts. I had one hand on each bum cheek, kneading them like dough.

The sunset comes early by dropping behind the trees on the other side of the lake. We watched it disappear, the light receding gradually across the water.

“Can we go in? I want to be with you,” Jenny said, giving me an extra tight hug.

I moved us toward the dock and we climbed out. We washed off at an outdoor shower and dried off and went inside. Chilly, we ran to the bed room and jumped under the covers to snuggle and warm up.

Jenny climbed on top of me and I welcomed her between my legs. She arched her back and pressed her sex into mine. I raised my knees and pushed up on my heels to maximize the contact. We found a rhythm that was working for both of us and our breath quickened. Jenny got there first though, making one hard thrust against my pubic bone and emitting a series of staccato moans of pleasure.

Her head immediately slipped down my front and found my sweet spot with her mouth. I helped her find the right pace with my hands on the back of head and I was soon over too.

Jenny climbed back up. We kissed and held each other to catch our breath. I wasn't finished yet and I sensed she wasn't either. We reached for each other's pussy at the same time, proscribing circles on the labia at the top of our slits. Jenny leaned over and took the nipple of my nearest breast into her mouth and nursed.

This time we came together.

“That was fantastic. I love you Sara. Thank you for picking me up on the road and bringing me home with you.”

“I love you too sweetie. I'm so glad you're here.”

One gangly leg laying over mine, a hand on my breast, my arm around her, her head nuzzled into my neck, Jenny fell asleep.

I turned and kissed both of her closed eyes and then her slightly open lips and wrapped my free arm around her back and squeezed.

I thought maybe if I held her tight enough, the weekend might never end.