Hitcher Slut - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

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Gary had no idea how things has escalated so quickly. For that matter, he wasn't even sure if it had been fast or not. He had lost all track of time. Gary had no clue if Hitcher Slut, which is what his brain had named her, had grown such an enormous rack in seconds, minutes, or if it had been closer to an hour.

All he knew for sure was that a totally hot temptress was thrashing against his hand in the seat beside him. Riding and fucking it like it was something much longer and bigger, but thoroughly enjoying herself either way. Her pelvis was pistoning against him, while her hips bucked like she was on a bronco bull.

One arm was holding onto the "holy fuck bar" as some people called it, the handle near the top of his passenger door, and using it for leverage. The other sill gripped his right arm, and her nails bit deep into the skin of his forearm. Long nails that he was absolutely certain weren't there a while ago. Little rivulets of blood dribbled down his arm, but he didn't even care.

His gaze had been riveted to her bulbous balloon-boobs. Her massively swollen right tit bounced up and down in time with her thrusts and threatened to pop out of her halter top. The other prodigiously plump pillow was mashed against his right arm so hard that he was sure he could touch her heart if he leaned in just a little bit.

The feeling of the massively bloated orb nearly encasing his upper arm was absolutely electric, but Gary had managed to tear his gaze away from the lewd display of lasciviousness a little while ago. Hitcher Slut had held his gaze while she slowly traced both of their hands down her slim body. His arm had been gripped tightly and deeply in her impressive cleavage. She had even made a point of collecting some of the sweat beading down her body on his fingertips.

But just as she was about to slide his hand down her jeans shorts, she had pulled his hand back up to her mouth and sucked it dry. Licking and lapping her own salty water from his hard digit. All the while she was staring him deep in the eye, and he was glancing down at her impossibly huge hooters and deep into her cavernous cleavage.

It was too much for Gary. He'd had to rip his gaze away from hers, and her obscenely swollen orbs. Otherwise, he was going to let go of the steering wheel and jump on top of her. And she knew it too!

She'd giggled devilishly as he had forcefully and painfully turned his attention back to the road. He had no clue how long it had been. Gary could barely believe that they were still in the middle of his lane, but he couldn't tell if they were one minute or fifty down the highway from where she'd entered his car.

He tightened his left hand on the wheel and she reclined backwards in her seat again. She released his right arm from the delicious pressure of her huge tits, but not from the grip of her hands. Hitcher Slut resumed slowly and teasingly tracing his hand down her body until she reached her shorts again. He heard the snap release, but there was a painful pause before she slipped him inside. Another intentional tactic to titillate him even further.

His erection moved another inch down his pant leg, so clearly it was working. She was an expert, that much was now obvious, which meant there was simply no way that this was a young girl playing him like a fiddle while he desperately struggled to pay attention to the road.

Her nether reaches were almost scorching hot, as she slipped him inside of her skin-tight shorts. His hand wasn't big, but it was a bit of an effort for her to fit him inside. She had squirmed delightfully in her seat in order to achieve that goal.

She was also sopping wet already. That was pretty obvious when his hand reached her mound, and his fingers slid inside of her easily. She had started bucking against him almost instantly, as well as yelling out her pleasure rather loudly. Hitcher Slut seemed to be a screamer.

Oddly, the nearly insensate wails of erotic pleasure weren't hurting his ears in the small confines of his Sunfire. He had started to flinch as the volume of her moans increased, but then he realized they weren't actually causing him any pain. Instead, the lewd litany only added to his arousal and the tactile sensations he was receiving from his right arm.

His rock-hard member began to leak a little pre-cum onto his leg.

The more she thrashed on top of him, the louder she moaned, the harder Gary got. He also began to detect changes in her top-heavy body as the pace of her sexual gyrations increased. Some he detected through touch, some through the vibrations in his seat, and some he wasn't sure how he really knew about them. Regardless of how he knew, he was pretty certain about what he was sensing.

The first thing he noticed was her clitoris. There wasn't much that he could do with only his right hand, especially with his forearm held so tightly in her grip, so he would occasionally push down on her clit as she thrust into his palm in order to add to her pleasure. Gary was absolutely positive that it was periodically getting bigger and harder, pushing deeper back into his hand each time he pushed down on it.

Her pussy was going through similar changes, sucking his fingers in deeper each time she shoved her hips onto his digits. She was so wet now that she was practically gushing her love juices all over his hand. The slightly gross, yet arousingly slurpy, sounds of her snatch continued to get louder too.

Her whole pelvic region seemed to be getting softer, fuller, and plusher. And he could tell that her hip bones were spreading apart. That was one change that he wasn't sure just how he could tell, but he knew. He had definitely heard her hips pop more than once, but she didn't even grunt in pain. Maybe because she was just too lost in the throws of ecstasy.

Wider hips should also mean that her perky butt would fill out too, but Gary didn't really need to feel that one. He could tell that was indeed happening by the change in the sounds when she bottomed out in the passenger seat. The slapping sounds of her impacts were increasing in volume each time she sat down.

However, they seemed to be louder than he expected. He couldn't help but wonder if her ass was swelling like her tits had earlier. If she was growing a juicy, fat booty down there at the same time that her hips were spreading outward, then the two processes would greatly enhance one another. Her previously trim curves had to be rapidly becoming far more generous and luscious if that were the case.

More sweat beaded up on his brow as the car suddenly seemed much hotter to Gary. He also felt a slight pinch as his leaking penis moved another inch down his pant leg. It was all he could do to focus on the road and not look at the passenger side of his car.

But he finally had to glance over when she screamed out, "Oh! Fuck! Yeeesss!" even louder than any of her previous moans or screeches of pleasure. His hand was suddenly soaked, as were her shorts, as Hitcher Slut experienced a thunderous orgasm. She clenched down hard on his hand, drenched in her love juices, as her body spasmed in pure pleasure beside him.

Gary's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. A voluptuous vixen arched her back in the passenger seat. Her huge FF-cup tits thrust forward, nearly touching the roof of the car, and quivered in her stretched-out top. Wide, round hips had partially popped the side seam of her cut-off jeans shorts, despite the snap still being open, and a delectable amount of thigh was bulging out. An incredible ass jiggled below her as the last of her spasms shook her lewd body, and it spread out obscenely in the seat when she collapsed down into it.

Something whispered, "Reminds me of Candy" in a small corner of Gary's mind.