Raod Trip Harem

  Book Two

  Cara Nova

  Copyright © 2024 Cara Nova

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  This story is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter 1

  As the light faded, I spied someone holding a sign, slowed to look:

  HEAD FOR A HITCH-HIKE, it read, and I chuckled. The laughter died my throat as I looked up and met the eyes of the woman holding the sign, blonde, perfect, petite, and grinning back at me. I looked across at Samantha, ready to laugh at the sign with her, only to find her gazing at the young, busty hitchhiker with a mischievous look in her eye.

  “Well James, what are you waiting for? Don't you always help out damsels in distress? Obviously, we have to stop.”

  Obviously, we did.

  I made to jump out of the van and looked across at Samantha, who showed no inclination to follow me, buffing her nails as she was with a file she'd procured from somewhere. God knows where, given how skimpy her sundress was.

  “Are you coming?” I asked, looking at her quizzically.

  “Whatever do you mean James – I already did”, she purred, licking her lips. “Sweetie, sometimes you can be very naïve – maybe it goes hand in hand with that giant cock? Genetic, or something.”

  She shrugged, tossing that beautiful head of nimbus-touched hair. “I think, honestly I think, she would much prefer to look at your handsome face, rather than a potential threat like myself”

  “-threat? What-”

  “-and besides which, experience with a number of women is very, very good for a young man's… breeding.” Samantha winked, tucking her knees up and giving me a glimpse of creamy thigh as she settled herself with nail file for company.

  It was up to me then.

  Sydney me, corporate me, constrained me, would never have been brave enough to entertain the idea of picking up a hitchhiker, and certainly, certainly not with someone so beautiful. I snuck a glance from the van’s window at the woman holding the sign as I opened the door.

  She embodied a single word, vivacious.

  Unlike the old man at Darwin airport, she'd clearly been watching the porn parody of Crocodile Dundee, as her outfit was a perfect cross between ‘outback explorer’ and ‘fuck me now, outback-Daddy’. She wore khaki shorts, tiny and tight around her fertile hips which displayed long, tempting stretches of tanned legs, disappearing into Jumbuk boots. Her white blouse was casually unbuttoned, drawing my eye to the swell of her perky breasts and down to her toned, tanned midriff.

  The outfit was completed by an Akubra hat, tilted at a rakish, racy angle, which sat on top of the blonde braids that spilled artfully down her back, framing her fresh, mischievous face and blue eyes. Old me, Sydney me, would have driven on, and maybe, maybe if I'd been brave enough, jerked off furiously that night at the memory of her pert ass and tight body in that outfit, bent over, her hat bouncing as I fucked her mercilessly.

  But things had changed.

  After all, just hours ago, I'd had Samantha impaled on my length, screaming my name as I fucked her senseless, baring her mature body outdoors for all the world to see, to hear. I’d already met, made love with, made moan, a woman I thought was totally out of my league. Offering a lift to another one seemed simple.

  I rattled the van door shut and walked across to the blonde, who bounced happily on the side of the road as she saw me approaching, dropping the sign and clapping her hands excitedly.

  “Ah, thank fuck, I didn't think anyone was going to stop. I've been out here for hours,” she squealed, the exotic lilt to her voice showing that she came from a lot further afield than Sydney.

  “Very happy to be of service,” I replied, smiling. “With a sign like that, I'm surprised half the male population of the Northern Territory didn’t stop for you.”

  She blushed and laughed shyly. “I mean, the other side says ‘hugs for a hitchhike’. That was written during the first hour. As the sun got lower, I got a bit more desperate. Hence,” she gestured belatedly at the sign. “A bit more of an incentive. Not that I would, of course, obviously, but it never hurts to advertise.” She laughed.

  Thinking of this stunning blonde dropping to her knees before me, pulling my cock out with an eager smile and wrapping her soft lips around my length was suddenly too much for me to handle. I blushed, coughed.

  “Yes, well, to be honest, I don't think it matters what you would have written on the sign. It's getting late and people tend not to drive after dark, in the outback. Too much risk, you know, a car at 130 kilometres an hour. A kangaroo on the road in the dark without any time to react is - yeah, it's not a good thing to imagine.”

  I tried not to let on that I was imagining something very different – her face covered in my cum. She noticed the red tinge on my cheeks and looked at me mischievously, her blue eyes glittering.

  “Well, no matter what, I'm very glad you've stopped. My name's Mila. Nice to meet you.”

  “James. Nice to meet you too.” I said, shaking her soft, dainty hand.

  I wasn't sure if it was just me or if a pink flush had appeared at her neckline from our touch. I tried to ignore her outfit, her body, her gaze, and just help out. Besides which, I wasn't sure if Samantha was watching from the car, giggling at my every move.

  “So, where is it you're going anyway?”

  “Alice Springs,” Mila answered, without a hint of her earlier shyness. “I'm done with the tropics. I came here to see the outback - the true outback, the desert. And that's what I'm going to do. Alice Springs, and then from there, who knows?”

  She shrugged, her tits bouncing sweetly, giggled. “But I know, obviously, that's a big ask. Even if you do look like you'd be fun company.” Mila winked, looking me up and down like a slab of meat.

  “So honestly, I'd be all right with a ride to the next petrol station. I'll figure it out from there. I always do.”

  “I mean, we are, well, at least I am - (fuck, what is Samantha doing?) - I am going to Alice Springs, so I can take you as far as you'd like to go. Or at least as far as you can stand being in the van with me. I do sing terribly. If you want to, that is.”

  I realized I was rambling, and looked to Samantha for support. Fuck. Samantha. What do I do?

  “Ah. Actually, I guess I do have some business that'll keep me here. At least until tomorrow. Is that something you can handle?”

  Mila giggled to herself as she looked at a supremely disinterested Samantha, sprawling, yet somehow sprawling elegantly, in the front seat.

  “Yes, I can see you have, business to attend to. You are her toy boy, no?” Mila said, tittering to herself and shifting those gorgeous thighs.

  “No!” I said, stridently. “I just, we just… Look. Honestly, I just met her earlier today. She's having a bit of car trouble. And so I gave her a lift.”

  “Ah, so this is something you do for all the pretty girls.” Mila laughed again, teasing me mercilessly, the blush reappearing on my cheeks. I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing. She took pity on me.

  “Anyway, from what you've said, it's too late for travel tonight. So, maybe we drive into Tennant Creek. Get dinner. And we get to know each other. I mean, I need to check you aren’t dangerous, don’t I,” Mila said leaning forward. My eyes flicked to her perky, luscious cleavage involuntarily. I realized the trap too late, looked up to her gaze. Caught. Mila broke into peals of laughter again, kindly ignoring (for the most part), my blush.

  “Come on, hero-boy, lead the way!”

  Chapter 2

  The roadhouse was quiet, still. The desert silence was broken only by the whine of crickets and the chirp of geckos hunting them. Our room was the exception, however.

  “Oh wow, oh fuck, FUCK James! Fuck me harder! This is so much better than my idiot of an ex-husband!” Samantha screamed, slamming her hips back to hilt herself against my rigid length.

  We'd driven back together, collapsed in the rooms that Samantha had presciently booked for us while she was waiting in the car (“I'm a woman, not an imbecile. I know how to use booking.com, James”).

  I couldn't tell if it was an accident or not, but I wasn't quite sure about Samantha's choice in booking Mila a room right next to ours. Roadhouse construction being what it was, the walls were thin, and Samantha showed no inclination towards quietude as she rammed her rounded, slutty MILF ass backwards onto my cock. Quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed like she was performing, staking her claim, showing the younger woman how it was done.

  “Oh, fuck, James!” she moaned, as my hands found her hips. Hardly believing what I was doing, I swung one palm back to spank against the curve of her MILFly, slutty ass, which jiggled enticingly as I ploughed into her.

  “GOD, you're going to make me come again!” Samantha screamed, and I felt a moment's confusion. She hadn't come yet. Had she? Surely not. Maybe she meant earlier in the day?

  “FUCK, YES! Yes, this perfect, giant twelve-inch cock is so goo

d and a privilege to take! Only a brave, experienced woman who knows the pain of heartbreak could possibly please its full length!”

  Fuck me. Okay, definitely staking her claim. Then, of course, she tensed around me, a velvet vice, and I forgot everything except for the perfect view she was presenting me.

  Samanta’s head was shoved roughly against the white pillow, her wavy hair spreading on the bed in dark contrast. Her back arched in her ecstasy, pushing her receptive, plump ass high in the air as I had my way with her.

  Samantha moaned again, and I was sure Mila could hear us in the next room. What must she be thinking? Through a haze of lust, I imagined Mila, her bed pressed against the wall next to ours. Her long, tanned legs were spread, back leaning against the wall, as she frantically, filthily touched herself to our echoing moans. God, maybe she was fantasizing about me right now, wishing she was in Samantha's place.

  The thought spurred something within me, and I fucked Samantha harder, mercilessly, roughly pushing her head down and taking what was mine. I felt my orgasm building as I watched Samantha's hands tense and grip the white sheets. Unbidden, I imagined Mila in the room with us, her legs akimbo, spread wide, as Samantha teased and licked at her sweetly dripping pussy.

  Dream-Mila looked up, met my eyes, squeezed her luscious, full, tanned breasts, moaned, ‘Come for me’, and I did, snapping back to reality and Samantha's shuddering, spasming pussy.

  I filled her with wave after wave of my cum, then pulled out, panting. Samantha lay there for a second, rump pointed triumphantly at the ceiling, as my cum slowly leaked out of her. It must have been my imagination, but I thought I heard movement on the other side of the wall, from Mila's room, as if a body was being hastily rearranged.

  “That was, as always, my James, amazing.” Samantha cooed into my ear as she wrapped herself around me, and snuggled in to sleep. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as her unladylike snores began to fill the room, unsure what tomorrow would bring.

  Chapter 3

  When I finally entered the noisy roadhouse diner the next morning, Samantha and Mila were already talking animatedly over an ‘outback breakfast’ - roughly cut fried potato, egg, and strips of steak, all smothered, despite any protest, in tomato sauce (‘the true-blue Aussie way’, as the proprietress of the roadhouse claimed).

  Mila looked as bubbly and confident as yesterday, bright-eyed but I noticed a small hesitation when she looked at me, and an absolute reluctance to meet Samantha's eye.

  “Good morning, James, do sit down - Mila was just telling me what life is like in the Netherlands. Apparently, noise insulation standards are much higher in Europe – who knew?”

  I sat, looking anywhere but at the two gorgeous women gracing the table – harder than it sounds given the amount of cleavage on display. Samantha continued, undeterred.

  “James, Mila, you're both awfully quiet,” Samantha said, chewing daintily on a strip of steak.

  “Do eat up, in any case. You'll need your energy for the day ahead, and besides, if you don’t, I will! I'm famished, I think yesterday must have really taken it out of me.” Samantha laughed, pressing one of her legs against my own, under the table.

  “As I was saying to Mila, I'm so sorry to keep you here for an extra day, James. He's very kindly,” Samantha said to Mila, “very kindly offered to be a bit of a ‘standover man’ once the repairs are finalised. You know how mechanics can be with women, obviously you do Mila – assuming you know nothing about cars, which I don't. They try and take every single cent you have to your name and the dress off your back into the bargain. So again, thank you so much for volunteering, James.”

  “I did wha-?”

  Samantha kicked me under the table -a harsh contrast to her early, to her earlier sweet nuzzlings. Unsure what was happening, I played along.

  “Ah, yep, absolutely, yes. You just tell me what you need and I'll be there. And I'll get you the best price possible for the… engine, yeah, that's right, the engine!” Fuck I hope it’s actually the engine.

  “But, said Samantha, smoothly covering for me. “But I think this is a wonderful opportunity, don't you both? This is a wonderful chance for the two of you to do a bit of a practice run! I’m needed at the mechanic the entire day, unfortunately.”

  You are? I thought, opening my mouth, only to close it firmly again as she gave me another swift kick.

  “I’m definitely needed at the mechanic all day, and so won't be able to accompany you. Maybe you could go for a drive together?

  “That sounds like a wonderful idea!” clapped Mila happily. “Where should we go, James? What should we see? I know the Devil's Marbles are close by” - Samantha and I exchanged a look - “But a big pile of old rocks sounds boring as fuck!” We both breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I wonder what else is in the area. I mean, I do like the desert, but I wonder if there's anything else. I miss swimming! And I did pack a bikini.” Mila mused, one finger tapping against her glossy lips. “It would be such a shame not to use it. Maybe there's somewhere we could go swimming? I was too scared to up in Darwin, all the crocodiles, sharks and jellyfish! But maybe there's somewhere here?”

  I thought about the thermal pools down in Mataranka, a good few hours’ drive away. Thought of, from my research before leaving, the endless desert all around. I opened my mouth to tell her there was no way - only to be cut off by the stout proprietress bustling over to take Mila’s empty plate.

  “Well, dearie, it's a bit of a local secret, but I've never seen a Dutch girl take to take to steak with tomato sauce like that before. So, in my eyes, you're one of us, an honorary local. And a very enthusiastic one at that.”

  The stout lady pointedly glanced at Mila’s Akubra hat, worn indoors for protection, of course.

  “So, a little local secret. Tennant Creek has a swimming pool, but that's not where we locals go to cool off. There's a secret oasis, a jumble of rocks and a few small pools only full for a couple of months every year. It's very close to town, you simply [REDACTED TO KEEP THE POOL SECRET]. And there you have it - you'll be there faster than you can shake a snake at it! Ah, I remember when I was young – it’s just perfect for a young lad and his Sheila.” she winked.

  “I'm not-” I started.

  “We're not-”, Mila began.

  “Now make sure to have a good time!” Samantha closed for all of us, grinning widely at the table and placing one more rough-cut chip between her lips with a dainty fingertip. It was decided.

  Mila left to fetch her bikini and I looked gob-smacked across the table at Samantha. ‘What the fuck?’ I mouthed while she smirked at me regally.

  “What the what, James? I told you it's very good for young men to have practice breeding other women - I mean, it's very good for a young man's breeding to have practice with other women. Besides which - I do need your help with the mechanic. And, unless I've missed the mark, I'm sure you'd have more fun drooling over a hot young thing like in a bikini ‘hanging out’ with me here.”

  I chose my words carefully.

  “Samantha, you are very, very beautiful. You seem to keep referring to me, fuck, um, having fun with Mila. What exactly are you suggesting? I mean, wouldn't you be jealous?”

  “James, didn't my little performance last night show you anything? So naive, yet so cute,” she said, patting my thigh affectionately and trailing her hand up my leg to give my cock a gentle squeeze.

  “It's simple. Firstly, if there's anything that Neanderthal of an ex-husband taught me, it's that men like sex. Secondly, this is an adventure, an adventure for you. And, whatever the next few days bring, I want you to enjoy every single bit of it. Think of it as another gift from me to my knight in shining armour.”

  “Thirdly,” she said, now sliding her hand up and down gently, beguilingly. “Who says that you're the only one who would enjoy sharing? I think seeing that little minx writhing underneath you while she ate me out would be one of the hottest things imaginable. I’ve spent a long time in a miserable, boring marriage doing miserable, boring things. And now I think it's time for me to expand my horizons and try something new, something fun.”

  “So, throwing everything else aside, if Mila were amenable, would you be? Yes or no?”

 

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