Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2022 09:22:01 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Picking Up a Hitchhiker Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/gF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, F/gF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and adult females.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                  Picking Up Hitchhiker
                           By
                          Jan

	I stopped off at Goldman's Deli to pick up a Rubin's
sandwich and a Kosher pickle for a quick meal on the way
home from work.  I enjoy talking to Hairy Goldman because
he is the epitome of a New York-German Jew.  He will talk to
you all day if you care to talk to him, and I do like his large
Kosher pickles.  This afternoon we just exchanged
pleasantries before I headed out the door, I was driving east
in the main boulevard towards home.  When I stopped for a
traffic signal, I happened to see a couple of girls standing on
the corner across the intersection.  It was obvious that they
were hitchhiking.

	I recognized the taller girl as the daughter of a
neighbor.  I knew that she was a 13-year-old that was tall for
her age and her name was Candice Erving.  She is almost as
tall as the average adult woman.  Her mother over fed her
and as a result she was a plump.  She had curly hair that was
a dark brown.  It was obvious that her mother gutted it.  She
was wearing shorts that were tight and a Tee-shirt that was
also too tight.    She looked dumpy compared to the girl she
was talking to.

	The other girl was about the same age and her tight-
fitting shorts and Tee-shirt looked sexy on her body that
looked more mature than her age.  She also had flaxen hair
that cascaded down her back and a portion flowed over her
shoulder to cover left shoulder to cover her breast.  When
the signal turned green, I couldn't resist pulling across the
intersection and stopping next to the curb to talk to Candice.

	When I lowered the passenger side window with the
remote, Candice recognized me and approached.  She knelt
to be level with the window and said: "Hello, Mis. Brooks,
please don't tell my mom that you saw us hitchhiking?"

	"Alright, do you want me to give you and your friend a
lift someplace?"

	It was obvious that they had been looking for a ride
with teenage boys.  They sure were not looking to be picked
up by a middle-aged woman, but they were trapped.
Candice got into the front seat and her friend got in the back
seat.  As soon as they closed the doors, I got a whiff of the
unmistakable acrid smell of cannabis.  I asked: "Candice,
where would you and your friend like to go?"

	Candice spoke up: "I guess you better Drop Linda off
at her home."

	Linda gave me directions to her home and I dropped
her off in her driveway.  As I backed out of the driveway I
commented: "Candice, do you think I should take you
straight home smelling of cannabis?"

	Candice: "You can smell pot on me?"

	"Honey, the car reeked of pot the instant the two of
you got in my car.  I was thinking that it would be wise if you
came home with me and allowed me to wash your clothes
before you go home."

	"That would be very kind of you."

	"With her permission I drove straight to my home.  I
suggested that she use my bathroom to prepare to take a
shower or bath.  You will find everything you need, shower
cap, fresh towels and such.  Leave your clothes outside the
door for me to wash, and I will leave you something to wear
while your clothes are drying."

	While she was in the bathroom, I went to my room to
select something for her to wear.  I playfully selected a
transparent gown that would allow me to admire her body.
I left it outside the door and picked up all of her clothes to
carry to the washroom, along with my own laundry, I sorted
them and started the first load.

	When Candice joined me in the kitchen, she looked
embarrassed joining me at the table wearing the gown.  I
offered her a cup of coffee and told her that I was sorry if
she was embarrassed wearing my revealing dressing gown.

	She blushed sweetly: "I have never worn anything like
this before."

	I took a sip from my cup and said: "I wanted to talk to
you about you and your friend."

	She instantly got defensive and got nervous.

	I said: "Candise, there is no problem, I'm not going to
say anything to your mother about how you're hanging out
with.  I was just concerned about the company you were
keeping."

	Candice: "Judy is my best friend."

	I said: "Let me guess, she buys cigarettes for her and
carry them along with her pot,"

	Candice: "Why would you say that?"

	I asked: "May I ask you if you have Candice's
cigarettes and her stash in your purse right now?"

	Candice: "Why is that important."

	I said: "Because she is just using you.  When I was
your age, I was like you.  I thought I was unattractive so I
attached myself to a girl just like your friend.  I got caught
carrying more and an ounce of cannabis of hers.  She never
admitted it was hers and never had anything to do with me
after that.  She got another lonely girl to do her bidding.  I
faced a charge of passion to distribute, because of my age I
was given probation. My parole officer understood my
situation.  She insisted on me joining her on the handball
court at the local YWCA.  She could have me running all over
the court in no time.  Over three months I went from a five-
foot four-inch, 210-pounder to a lean 115-pounds.  I gained
self-respect and she taught me a lot more about myself."

	Candice: "Linda would never do anything like that to
me."

	"As I said before, you're carrying her junk, aren't you?
I bet that when she is horny, she has you eat her pussy but
never eats yours!"

	Candice started crying: "How do you know all of that?

	I took hold of her hands and smiled lovingly: "I was
just like you, at your age!  I would like to help you the same
way my parole officer helped me.  Once you have self-
respect if you want to have sex with either males or females
you have the right for as much gratification as them.

	Candice started wiping her eyes with the back of her
hands.  She had forgotten all about the fact that I was able
tonsee her body through the gown.

	Her breasts were almost a C-size, with the promise
that they would someday be a lot larger.  Her areolas were
as big around as the palm of my hand and a dark mauve
color.  Her waist was the same diameter as her chest and
hips.  Her lower tummy folded over a large portion of her
vulva, and her thick thighs only exposed a small portion of
her chubby dark pubic haired crotch.  She reminded me of
myself at that age.  I felt a warm feeling for her.

	I placed my hand on her left thigh.  Candice looked up
at me with big brown eyes and I felt the muscles in her thigh
trembled.  She froze with her hands against her eyes for a
moment.  When I moved my fingers closer to the crease of
her leg and torso, she removed her hands from her eyes and
looked at me.  Then she relaxed her legs and allowed them
to spread as my fingers sought out her clit between the
warm moist fold of her flesh.  I proceeded to masturbate her
until she was panting and quivering through an orgasm.

	When she recovered, I turned her chair to face me
and I slid to the floor between her chubby thighs.  I pressed
my face against her hairy vulva and relished smell and feel of
her moist and pungent pussy.  By the time I brought her to a
second orgasm her legs were quivering uncontrollably and
her soft thighs were slapping against my ears.  I enjoyed
looking up at her cherubic face with my mouth still pressed
against her pussy.

	I eventually rose to my feet and went to the wash
room and retrieved all of our clothes.  I returned to the
kitchen and placed them on the table.  I folded her first and
handed them to her.  While she got dressed, I folded my
own wash.  She helped me return them to my room.  When
we were finished, I walked her home.

	Candice told her mother that I was Mrs. Brooks, their
neighbor just down the street.  I shook her hand and told
her: "Windy."  She told me that her name was Gail.

		I explained to her mother that I had seen
Candice downtown and offered to give her a lift home.  She
sent Candice to her room to do her homework before
dinner.  She invited me to stay for dinner.  I followed her to
the kitchen while she prepared the meal.  She was very
talkative.

	She asked me if Candice was with her friend Linda.  I
told her no.  She said I don't like that girl!  She treats
Candice like she is her servant.  That girl is going to get
Candice into trouble!"

	I let her talk before I mentioned: "You could enroll her
in swimming and handball classes at the local YWCA.  The
more active she is the less time she would have to get into
trouble."

	She said: "That sounds like a good idea.  She might
even lose some weight."

	I said: "I weighed 200 pounds when I was herbage.  I
got in trouble with the law, as a result of bad company, and
the approbation officer sweated the weight off of me
beating the crap out of me at the 'Y' on the handball court."

	She looked surprised: "I would have never suspected
that you had been chubby as a youngster, let alone been in
trouble with the law."

	I said: "My mother was a good cook and fed me too
much.  At puberty I rebelled and hung out with girls that
drank, smoked, shoplifted, and, partied with males and
females that were sexually active."

	She said: "I would have never suspected that you
would have been a delinquent in your youth.  She smiled: "I
had been a rebellious girl in my youth.  I never got in legal
trouble as a teenager, but I did get caught by my mother
more than once with my face between the legs of some of
my girlfriends."

	Her telling me that she had indulged in some lesbian
activities in her youth got me to thinking about the fun I
could have seducing mother and daughter.

	While she was scurrying around the kitchen preparing
the meal, I got up to stand beside her while we talked.  I
offered to prepare the salad.  I got out a head of iceberg
lettuce, some fresh spinach, a red onion, a cucumber, four
cherry tomatoes and a yellow and red bell peppers.  The first
thing I did was slam the lettuce against the cutting board
and pulled the stem out of the center of the head out.  That
freed all of the leaves.   I put some of the leaves in a large
bowel for a green bed.  Then I started dicing all of the
ingredients.  Before I chopped up the cucumber for her to
see and said: "It is a shame to chop up such a nice friend."

	She giggled.  That was my cue, and I poked her in the
butt.  Then I diced it up and added it to the salad.  I added
cracked black pepper and allspice to virgin olive oil and
sprinkled it over the salad and added wine vinegar.  I placed
the bowl in the refrigerator to chill.  Her husband got home
from work while we were finishing up the meal. and she
introduced me to him before he went to change before
dinner.  Candice had finished her homework by that time
and joined us at the table for dinner.

	After the meal I insisted on helping wash the dishes
before leaving.  I invited Gail to come to my home for coffee
after she got her family off to work and school.

	I didn't have to work because my husband's
retirement and Social Security provided me with enough
money to live on.  I had showered and put on fresh clothes
and made a bed before fixing myself a bowl of cereal.  I
brewed a pot of strong coffee.  I had finished washing my
bowel and spoon before the doorbell rang.  I hoped it was
Gail.

	It was her wearing a simple house dress that buttoned
down the front with large buttons.  I thought how
convenient it was as I reached for her hand and drew her
into my home.  I asked her to have a seat on the living room
sofa while I got the coffee for us.  Once she was seated, I
fixed a tray with two mugs, a sugar bowl and a bottle of
artificial sweetener and the coffee urn.  I placed the tray on
the coffee table in front of the sofa, and poured the coffee.
I allowed her to sweeten her coffee to her taste.

	I sat next to her and added a little sugar to my mug.  I
took a little sip to test the taste and how hot it was before
asking how her morning was going.

	Gail smiled: "There was the normal amount of
confusion.  My husband almost forgot his briefcase and
Candice couldn't find her homework because she had pulled
her bedding over it."

	I asked what she had planned for the rest of the day.
She told me the beds were made, so she would have to buy
bread and milk some time today before it gets too warm.  I
sometimes go to the mall to check out what's new.

	I asked: "Would you like to take in a movie with me?"

	"Shure"

	We drank most of the coffee before I drove her to the
supermarket and we bought bread and milk and a few items
that caught our eyes.  We returned home to put the items
away.  Gail changed clothes and I picked her up and we went
downtown to an IMAX. Theater to watch a new movie.  I
don't like most new movies because they spend all their
money on special effects, CGI, exploding things, and crashing
cars.  We found a movie that would be called a chick flick.  I
got horny during a graphic love scene and placed my hand in
Gail's lap and worked my finger into the valley of her vagina
and rubed her clitoris until she came in her panties.  When I
brought her home, I made a fresh pot of coffee and while it
was brewing, I removed her panties and sat her on my
dining table and ate her pussy until she cried out "I'M
CUMMING!"

Gail Registered Candice with the YWCA and enrolled her for
the swimming aerobics class as well the use of the handball
courts.  I made sure that I was in her classes.  I would get
horny watching her changing clothes.  I would bring her to
my home and suck her tits, eat her pussy and even rim her
asshole until she would have several orgasms before
allowing her to dress and go home.

	 I would work her into a sweat on the handball court
and the aerobics class in the pool would consume even
more calories.  By the time the fall school year started she
had lost 80 pounds and was a slender 110 pounds.  Candice
no longer needed to be subservient to desirable girls to
attract friends.  She was confident in her ability to please me
or any other female sexually.

	It was inevitable that Gail would begin to suspect that
I was fucking her daughter one afternoon after I had finished
sucking her pussy.  She came right to the point, while she
was holding my head by my hair: "Windy are you fucking
Candice?"

	I kissed her pussy and looked up at her face and said:
"I hope you don't mind?  I love her as much as I love you!"

	She finally agreed that we would sit Candice down
and tell her that we both loved her and each other.  When
Candice got home from school, she found her mother and
me waiting for her in the living room.  We sat her between
us and told her how much we loved her.  While I kissed her
with tongue, her mother began removing her school clothes.

	At first Candice was shocked and embarrassed being
kissed in front of her mother and her mother taking her
clothes off.  When she recovered, she not only returned my
kiss she helped her mother remove her clothes.  The three
of us shed our clothes and Candice got to eat her mother's
pussy and mine.  Her mother and I both ate her pussy.  At
one point I was tongue fucking her asshole while her mother
was eating her pussy.

	The three of us met at my home on a regular basis
until she went up state to college.  Gail and I have remained
good friends,


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