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  Ten Sex with Stranger Erotica Stories

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  BACKPACKING BABE BANGED

  Rough First Anal Sex at an Orgy with Strangers

  An Erotica Story

  by Debbie Brownstone

  all rights reserved copyright 2014 by Naughty Daydreams Press

  I figured I’d sleep with Alex the moment I saw him. I was at the side of the road like I always was, and when he saw me trying to hitch a ride and pulled over, I noticed right away that he was exactly the type I loved. He had dark hair cut short, almost like a military cut, and he had one of those faces that screamed manliness with straight edges, a strong jawline, and a powerfully dark eyes. He asked where I was headed, and I told him anywhere west. He told me to hop in, and I tossed my backpack into the back seat and got in the passenger side. I’d been on the road for two months now, and I’d crossed from the West Coast to the East Coast, back to the West Coast, and back to the East Coast. Now, right in the middle of Iowa, I was making my way back to California where I’d be starting college in the fall. It had been the adventure of a lifetime, and though I wasn’t going to tell my parents, I’d had sex in twenty-three states, twenty-four if you count the blowjob I gave a trucker that started on the Interstate in Arizona but finished fifteen minutes later with him cumming in my mouth about a mile into New Mexico. I thought maybe I’d get to thirty before I got home, and I’d already decided I wanted to hit every state before I graduated college.

  Sure. I was a slut. So sue me.

  I could tell right away he was interested in me, but that wasn’t too much of a surprise. I was just a few months shy of my nineteenth birthday, and I’d been both a cheerleader and a gymnast in high school. Because more cars stopped for a hitchhiker that looked sexy, I was wearing short shorts and a tight t-shirt. I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail (made things easier because there was at least a fifty-fifty chance I was going to blow any guy who picked me up) and I wore cute pink tennis shoes with ankle socks. I was like a weird combination of girl next door and super slut. Even just pulling back on the highway, he couldn’t keep his eyes from my legs.

  “You don’t have any particular destination in mind?” he asked.

  “I’m just waking my way west. Have to be back on the coast for school in September.”

  He nodded. “I actually live the opposite direction, but I’m headed for a party about two hours up the road, so I’m going your direction. I can drop you somewhere or if you’re in the mood you can come to the party.”

  I shrugged. “Who drives two hours for a party? What kind of party?”

  He smiled. “Just a group of friends. Everybody will probably try to fuck you, though.”

  I giggled. “What about you? Are you going to try to fuck me?”

  He laughed. “No. I’m going to fuck you. There’s no try about it at all.”

  I felt an enormous thrill run through me at his words, even as I laughed and tried to play it off. “You think so, Mister?” I asked.

  He smiled at me again, and ten minutes later, his cock was in my mouth as he drove.

  ***

  When we got to the party, it was already in full swing. It was at a farmhouse about ten miles off Interstate 80, and there were a number of cars and trucks parked outside and loud music coming from inside. He got out of the car and in an unexpected show of gentlemanliness opened my door for me. He extended his arm and I took it before we walked to the front door. There was a piece of notepaper on the door that read If you’re cops, we don’t have any neighbors so nobody complained and you can fuck off. Otherwise, just walk in. I giggled at the sight, and Alex said, “That’s Mark for you. He isn’t a farmer. He inherited this place from his great grandfather but he’s a computer programmer, a millionaire in his own right. He leases all of his land to one of the big grain companies. I think it’s the one that makes the puffed corn cereal, I don’t know.”

  He pulled open the door, and we walked inside. There was a little hallway, and we walked past it, turned, and entered an orgy. I stared in shock as I saw naked bodies in all sorts of positions, and that lasted about five seconds because I heard Alex say, “Fuck yeah, Mark,” and then without so much as a comment, he pushed me over the back of a recliner and yanked my shorts down. I went from watching to filled with cock in something like five seconds. I didn’t complain about it. I hadn’t exactly agreed, of course, but the sights and sounds were astounding, and as he pushed into me, I fixated on two girls giving a guy a blowjob.

  It was the craziest scene I’d ever seen or even imagined. The brunette and the redhead were sucking on a guy just a foot or two away from me, and I watched the way they worked together, the redhead moving her mouth up and down while the brunette licked up and down the shaft. Right next to them, a woman was bent over a chair just like me while a man pounded into her from behind. I stared in wonder at all of the action, and then the brunette got up and simply climbed onto the guy. What really struck me was that when another man walked up and pushed his cock against her lips, she opened up without any hesitation and just started sucking on him. I stared as they fucked like that for a while, and then the brunette got up and got on her hands and knees. They were positions directly in front of me, so when he pushed himself into her, I could see her pussy stretch to receive his cock. It was all so damned surreal, like something you’d see in a porn movie but not in real life.

  It was real life, though, and Alex was behind me and fucking me, and the only thing I kept thinking was that he was the only one there I knew, and I didn’t even really know him at all. I wondered if the others having sex knew each other or if they were strangers. Everyone seemed to switch partners so quickly that there were at least two or three girls that slept with almost a dozen people, both men and women. All around me bodies moved and people moaned, and everything seemed impossible, like I was dreaming. I’d forgotten about the redhead, but she was the first stranger there to notice me. While Alex fucked me and I watched the brunette bent over in front of me; her face appeared and her lips suddenly met mine.

  I’d kissed a few women before. In fact, a couple in an RV had picked me up in Oklahoma and driven me from right past Texas all the way to Arkansas, and I’d had a threesome with the two of them at an RV park. It had been my first time with a woman, and I’d loved it. This time felt even more incredible because I didn’t even know the girl’s name. I kissed her and moaned as Alex slammed into me, and then the girl stood up and just pushed her pussy against my face. Everything was happening so damned fast, and I pushed my tongue out and did my best to lick her, though I ended up just using my tongue like some kind of a little cock because Alex kept slamming me forward and I couldn’t lick with any kind of finesse at all. She moaned then seemed to just fall backward. I stared. A guy had walked up and just pulled her onto his cock. She didn’t seem all this distressed by it, and it was amazing to watch her bouncing on top of him. For a short while, she was bouncing at the same speed with which Alex was fucking me, and that sent a pretty intense thrill through me. I watched for a minute or two, and then someone turned my head.

  I’d been moaning with a pretty wide open mouth, so the cock found its way inside before I could react at all. As I said, I’d been pret
ty damned slutty. Taking on two men at once, though, was brand new for me. Alex was still making me bounce forward, so the guy moved around from the side and each of Alex’s thrust pushed me deep onto the second cock. It was very quickly overwhelming, and I felt my orgasm getting ready to crest. That was when Alex pulled out and time seemed to freeze because I felt the head of his cock up against my virgin asshole. That was just about the only sexual limit I had, but the guy in my mouth was pulling me at the time, pushing his cock in as he held my head, and I didn’t get a chance to tell Alex not to do it before he pushed in.

  It was like my entire body instantly became a pain receptor. It was staggering, really. The pain was unlike any I’d ever experienced and seemed to explode from my asshole but still hurt in my fingertips and my toes. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t the cock in my throat keeping me quiet. The pain had taken away my breath the way a punch to the stomach would have. I couldn’t get air. I would have struggled, but the pain was shocking, and I couldn’t make myself move. The whole time, the guy in my mouth didn’t even slow down and was even able to get into my throat now that I wasn’t really an active participant in the process. If Alex had any idea of how he’d hurt me, he didn’t show it. I felt his hands on my waist, and he began moving again, fucking my ass just as fast and as hard as he’d fucked my pussy. It was torture, and each terrible thrust brought more agony. I wanted so desperately to have my voice back or to be able somehow to struggle away, but my body refused to give me any control. Instead, it was like nothing worked at all except the ability to hurt.

  The guy in my mouth started groaning, and he increased his pace. Between the two of them, I was bouncing back and forth uncontrollably now. I felt like a goddam accordion, an accordion with nothing but pain and unhappiness for my music. Alex slammed harder and faster, and for the first time in my life, I wished someone having sex with me would just hurry up and cum. The man in my mouth groaned and began spurting. He held me as what seemed like a gallon of the stuff came out and splashed over my tongue. I surprised myself because I swallowed out of habit, and that told me that at least some of my body was working. The man kept his cock in my mouth for a short while and then pulled away and I saw the redhead bouncing on the other man again. She leaned forward and pushed her tongue in my mouth.

  That changed everything. Immediately, a tidal wave of joy crashed over me. It was utterly unexpected. I’d gone from terrible pain, agony really, to orgasm with no build up and no warning. I could feel Alex’s cock in my ass, but now the thrusts were welcome, and I would have slammed back against him if he wasn’t holding me so tightly. As I came, the woman began fucking my mouth with her tongue, and that seemed to intensify the pleasure coursing through me. She pushed it in and out of my mouth just like the cock from a few minutes before. I found myself sucking on it and flicking my tongue against it as I would if I were giving a blowjob. It was a strange and new experience for me, and I found it so damned alluring and sexy. It was such a different sensation than what was happening with my ass, and I think that had a lot to do with how much I liked it.

  Alex pulled out of me and spun me around. It startled me but I opened up when he pushed his cock toward my face and started spurting. I felt the redhead’s hands on my ass and then I felt her pushing fingers into my pussy. It was astounding to be filled again, and my orgasm crested again as she moved her fingers and I swallowed down Alex’s cum. He pulled out and backed away, and I kind of fell forward over the arm of the chair as she fucked me with her hand. It was getting to be too much, and I finally had to wiggle away. I heard her giggling mischievously and I turned around and kissed her one last time. It was only then I noticed my shorts had never come all the way off but were just bunched around my ankles. I started giggling about that, and the redhead and I laughed together. It felt kind of strange because she was still bouncing on top of a guy while we laughed, and I wondered how she could keep up with the giggling with a cock pushing in and out of her. A few seconds later, I was still giggling with a new cock pushing in and out of me. In fact, for almost four hours lots of cocks pushed in and out of me, and still whenever the redhead and I made eye contact we giggled.

  It was almost two in the morning when Alex dropped me off at a truck stop about five miles west of the farmhouse. I was pleasantly sore and terribly tired. I went up to the first trucker I saw and told him if he was headed west I needed some sleep but when I woke up he could fuck my ass. He was headed all the way to Oregon, and I ended up with him for three days. By the time we got to Portland and I started making plans to hitch my way south…well, I guess you could say I was a bit of a backdoor pro.

  Rosie’s Rough First Anal Sex

  A Public Stranger Sex Erotica Story

  Riveting Rosie Book Two

  by Morghan Rhees

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Happy Hardcore Erotica Publishing

  cover by Lex Thorne

  I crossed the street and opened Esmeralda's door, reached into the glove compartment and took out my pack of cigarettes. I wasn't a big smoker, but after a night like this, self-control was no longer on my mind. I took Maria's card out of my pocket. She was Vice-president of something I had never heard of. I held it above the flames of my Zippo and watched as they consumed the thick paper. I was going on the road again and I wanted nothing to hold me back. I always travel light. The weight of the card might have been insignificant, but no one wants to be weighed down by the emotions that accompany it. I checked my phone and noticed I might have to push it a little to make my deadline. Maria had kept me longer than I thought. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. I would just have to take the short cut I had marked on the map already. Although, this wasn't the kind of delay I had been expecting.

  The road was good quality and not a soul on it this time of day, so I raised the volume of my sound system and enjoyed the ride. I was still slightly reeling from my time with Maria and the engine kept me piqued, but the arousal kept me awake and alert. I was making great time, floating gears to the beat of the music, singing along with the tracks, when the CB radio cut through. I lowered the music to be able to hear what was going on.

  “Hello? Can someone hear me? Fuck. No one. Hello? Is there anyone there?” sounded the creaky speaker of the CB radio.

  I picked up the receiver. “Hello, this is Rosie. I can hear you. What's the matter? Do you need help?” I asked. I already saw a truck on the road in front of me, hazard lights flashing in the night.

  After a few seconds of static he replied, “I ran out of fuel and I don't seem to have any cell phone reception. So, to be quite honest, yes. I do need help.”

  I checked my mobile phone. No reception. I couldn't call for help either, but at least he wasn't lying. That was the disadvantage of these short cuts. They weren't always in contact with civilization.

  “I don't have reception either. I can offer you two other solutions. I can make a phone call for you when I get back in range of coverage, or I can give you a lift to the nearest gas station and you arrange everything from there,” I offered.

  “Its freezing out here,” he said. “I'd rather have a ride to the nearest gas station.”

  “Okay, I just passed you in the pink truck,” I said. “Let me just find a shoulder to pull over on safely.”

  “Thank you very much, ma'am,” he said. “I'll start heading over in that direction.”

  Waiting for him ate into my schedule, but I wasn't about to leave him stranded. As I waited another truck drove by.

  “He's about half-way,” said the trucker over the CB as he passed.

  “Why aren't you stopping to help him?” I asked.

  No answer. What a dick, leaving a girl to help a complete stranger on a dark road without any cell phone reception. It was the kind of thing they showed in horror movies. I would sit in the cinema yelling at the stupid blond girl that would stop to pick up the strange hitchhiker on the dark road. Yet here I was doing exactly the same thing. I arranged my cab. I didn't often
have guests in my truck.

  My spare clothes could stay there, but I put my panties, which I had taken of earlier, in the glove compartment. Leaving them out would certainly send the wrong message. I prepared for his arrival. There was no need to be naïve. I took the pepper spray out of my purse and hitched my hunting knife under my ass. The blade was cold against my skin. I was not about to be the blond girl in a horror movie. I wanted to help this guy out, but a ride in my truck was all he was about to get from me.

  Minutes passed as I tried not to focus on all the things that could go wrong. I reminded myself, I could be the one stranded as well. He knocked on the door.

  “It's open!” I yelled.

  He opened the door and I was surprised to see he was a young man in his twenties, with disheveled blond hair and stubble. His green eyes met mine and he climbed up into the seat next to me.

  “Thank you so much for stoppin'. I'm Joel,” he said, and it was only then I heard how thick his Southern accent was. If I hadn't known any better, I might have thought he was pulling my leg.

  I fired up Esmeralda and started cruising again. He breathed on to his hands and rubbed them together.

  “It's colder than a well digger's butt in winter,” he said. Then he blushed. “I mean. It's damn cold out there.”

  “No need to be embarrassed,” I said. He really didn't. It might not be the most sophisticated accent, but the truth was that it had an irresistible naïve charm.

  “People judge the accent is all, ma'am,” he said.

  I took my eyes of the road for a brief moment to examine my passenger more carefully. He was a tall man and his skin was tanned. He wore a sweater, but I could see it tighten in parts around his arm. Maybe I'd let him ride more than my truck after all.

  “You're the first person that actually stopped,” he said still trying to warm his hands.