Sixteen-year-old Hitchhiker
Copyright© 2026 by Kathleen Simpson
Chapter 10
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Cindy Taylor is sixteen years old. Having lived all her life in a small Missouri town, she is drawn by the lure of excitement to Los Angeles. Innocent and naive at the time of leaving home, she soon learns what it will take for her to get along.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex Prostitution
That night, Cindy was reading the Berkeley Barb, a local underground paper. An ad in the “Message” section caught her eye: “Cindy, call home collect. We love you and want you back. Mom and Dad.”
Cindy read it again and tossed the paper aside.
“Cindy, is something wrong?” Janie asked, concerned over her expression.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, trying to keep her voice from quivering.
“You sure?”
“Shit, I’m sure. What do you want—for me to put it in writing?”
Standing up, she stalked out of the apartment, leaving Janie and John staring, speechlessly at each other.
“I wonder what that was all about?” Janie wondered.
Outside, the night was cold as always. A light fog was beginning to roll in. Cindy shivered as she thought about the message. Damn then, she thought sullenly.
Walking into the Third Eye, she sat down at a booth in the rear. A girl walked over, and Cindy ordered a cup of espresso. As she sat sipping it, a tall, bearded dude walked over and sat down with her.
“Hey, baby, you look kind of down.
“Oh, hi, Ricky. No, it’s nothing.”
Calling the waitress over, he ordered a cup of espresso also.
“You feel like tripping tonight?” he asked, winking.
“Acid?”
“Yeah, baby. And believe me, it’s dynamite.”
“Naw, I don’t think so. That stuff is too strong for me. I better not.”
Ricky sipped his drink, looking at her. She was a fine-looking chick, and he’d been trying for a week to get inside her pants. So far, no luck.
“You know, you’ve got to loosen up. I mean, the stuff isn’t going to hurt you.”
“No, not really,” Cindy said honestly.
“Yes, you’ve got to try it. After all, there’s a first time for everything.”
“Yeah, well, what about all the things I’ve heard about it? Like it fucks up your chromosomes or something?”
“Hey, wow! No one knows for sure. Besides, you only go around once in life.” He started to laugh at her.
“Shit, now you sound like a fucking beer commercial, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. We’re gonna be having a party at Phil’s tonight. Why don’t you make the scene with us?”
“Are you gonna be doing acid?”
“Well, yeah, I guess so. But I know you smoke, and Phil’s scored some righteous weed. What do you say?”
“Gee, I don’t know. I suppose Janie and John will be waiting for me back at the apartment.”
“Shit, what do they own you or something?”
“Well, all right. Sure, why not?”
“Good. It’s probably going on right now.
Come on, I’ll walk with you.”
Getting up, they walked out of the café back into the chill of the night. Cindy shivered with the cold.
“Shit, why does it have to get so fucking cold up here?”
Rick put his arm around her. “That better?” he asked, pulling her close.
“Yeah, thanks. I should have worn a jacket.”
“Hey, I’m glad you didn’t,” he said, squeezing an arm.
Cindy looked at him and smiled. He wasn’t really all that bad-looking. In fact, he was pretty good-looking.
“You know, sometimes I think you’d like to fuck me.” As she said it, Rick felt a start go through him, finally centering in the crotch of his pants.
“Now there’s an idea.”
“Maybe tonight, if the party’s good.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be good.”
“I hope so. I’m feeling a lot better now.”
“I’m glad. You’re too sharp to be down. It ain’t healthy.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Inside the apartment, the atmosphere was relaxed. The music coming from a stereo was low, the lights were soft, and the people were grooving.
The smoke in the room was thick. Cindy felt herself getting a buzz just from breathing it. Rick waved to Phil and then he and Cindy sat down on a soft floor cushion beside a coffee table. Plucking a reefer from the table top, Rick lit it and then passed it to Cindy.
“This stuff will knock you on your ass,” he said, grinning.
Taking the burning cigarette, Cindy put it to her lips and inhaled deeply. The acrid smoke filled her lungs and she held it until she was forced to exhale and take a fresh breath.
“Shit!” she said. “That’s some shit!”
“Didn’t I tell you? Go on, enjoy it.”
Cindy took another drag and then handed the joint back to Rick.
“Hey Ricky, you gonna ball her tonight?” someone asked from across the room. Ricky didn’t know what to say. He just looked at Cindy and smiled.
“Yeah, you wanna watch, you prick?” Cindy shouted back. Soft laughter swept through the room. Exhaling another puff, Cindy closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations that were coursing through her body.
When she opened her eyes again, a couple beside her was already starting to go at it hot and heavy. She knew the girl from the street, but she didn’t know the guy. To Cindy, he looked kind of straight.
With interest, she watched as the guy pulled the chick’s sweater off and tossed it onto the floor. It was only a second later that he had his face buried in her chest and was licking her quivering titties. Across the room, another group was going at it.
Two guys and a chick. While one dude was sucking her dripping cunt, the other was gobbling her boobs, chewing the hell out of her swollen nipples. As she watched, Cindy could feel the heat rising inside her own pussy. She looked over to Rick and ran her tongue over her lips.
Rick was anything but slow to react. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers. Moaning softly, she opened her mouth to accept the sinewy length of his warm, wet tongue. Sucking it gently, Cindy scraped the saliva from it with her teeth.
“Ohh, Ricky, yes, yes.” she moaned, as he cupped her tits through her sweater.
“You like that, baby?” he breathed, licking wetly inside her ear.
“Oh, yeah, I love it. Take my sweater off and squeeze them hard.”
Breaking the kiss, Rick pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Licking his lips, he stared lustfully at the twin, inviting globes of flesh.
Cupping a mound in each hand, he bent his face down to one and sucked the cherry-red nipple into his mouth. Licking over the pointed tip, he gently chewed around the bumpy, surrounding aureole.
“Ohhh, Rick, harder. Harder!”
As she groaned with the pleasure coursing through her body, Cindy reached down to the crotch of his pants and eagerly pulled down the zipper. It wasn’t long after that that she had the thick, throbbing length of his penis in her hand and was rubbing hotly up and down along the pulsating, veiny shaft.
Her mouth filled with saliva, and she pulled away from him and dropped her face to his lap. Hungrily opening her mouth as wide as she could, she sucked fully half the length of his cock inside in one warm gulp.
Rick groaned, hoarse with desire, as he felt her lips wrapping around his rigid cock shaft. At the same time, her tongue was swirling sensually around the velvety swollen head, lapping at a drop of juice already oozing from his small piss hole.
“Ohhh, that’s right, baby. Lick it. Suck it. Shit, you’re good!”
Cindy moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, giving the base of his prick a friendly bite.
After a few more minutes of increasing pleasure, Ricky succeeded in twisting around until he had her on top of him in the sixty-nine. Eagerly, he looked at the dripping cunt that was only a matter of inches from his waiting mouth.
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