A teenage girl is taking on the summer hitchhiking challenge. Armed with only her sundress and her phone, she is ready to face whatever encounters await her.
It was the third day of her challenge. Sel sat at an empty bus stop in the middle of the intercity road, dangling her bare feet. She pulled her legs up and examined her soles. Ha, he was doing quite well! The soles were black and dirty, reddened a bit, and pulsed with slight, even pleasant pain, but no cuts or bruises. Her three years of casual barefoot life were paying off.
She threw her leg over the other. The hem of her sundress rode up, revealing her hips and almost showing her bare pussy. The sundress was quite plain and simple, just a piece of green cotton with spaghetti straps, cut very short to barely cover her buttocks, leaving her shoulders and most of her back open, and her chest almost to her cute, firm, small breasts. But she looked absolutely breathtaking in it. Her copper-red hair was an unruly mass of curls, her skin golden-tanned from a previous trip to the sea, a spray of freckles across her face, shoulders and back. The cotton clung to the curves of her budding breasts when the wind blew. Not bad for a fourteen-year-old, huh?
The bus stop had a roof, but otherwise was completely open. The early June sun was high in the sky. The hot asphalt road shimmered. The air smelled of dust, tar, dry grass, and the sweet fragrance of the wild roses growing by the roadside. Bees buzzed over the pink blossoms. The occasional cars were speeding by, ignoring the small, scantily clad teenage girl.
Chapter 1: The family
Sel pulled out her phone and opened TikTok. No new notifications. She sighed. Her last post, showing her barefoot journey, had garnered a decent amount of views and some nice comments, but nothing special. Time to keep her viewers involved.
She raised her thin arm, caught herself in the selfie camera, and beamed at it.
“Hello! I’m Sel, this is the third day of my challenge, and it’s absolutely stunning! Last time you saw me, I was going to catch a car. It turned out to be a huge truck! The drivers were very nice to me, if you know what I mean, hehe! Check my OnlyFans if you don’t know! Now I’m in the middle of the unknown road – you remember, I promised not to look into the maps – and a bit hungry. Now I’m choosing between walking into this mysterious forest on the other side, or catching another car, or walking through the fields to that village on the horizon. Adventures await! Post your suggestions in the comments; I’ll check them in ten minutes, and pick the most popular one!”
She posted the video with the caption “Day 3. Choices, choices… “.
She smiled at the thought of her followers participating in her journey, even if just by voting. This interactive element was her idea, and it seemed to work, adding a layer of excitement to her travels. But then she started to feel the heat. The asphalt was hot, the sun was beating down, and the flies were getting annoying. She needed water soon.
Her phone buzzed. Her mom was checking on her. She answered the call.
“Hi, Mom!”
“How are you, dear?” She could hear worried notes in her mother’s voice, but waved them off. Her mom is always worrying too much, as if she wasn’t an adventurous type herself.
“I’m fiiiine! Thanks! You are watching my TikTok and OnlyFans, aren’t you?”
“Of course, dear. Just saw your recent video. I’m for the village, if you’d like to know my opinion. And I have you on the map, too.”
Sel threw a glance at the cheap plastic anklet on her left ankle, covered with a layer of road dust. The GPS tracker and the emergency alarm, a mother’s gift for her trip.
“Awww, Mom. That’s sweet. Thanks. But I’ll let my followers decide! And how are you?”
Her mom chuckled. “Nice, sweetie. Your dad brought his friends yesterday, and we had a wonderful gangbang night!”
Sel chuckled, too. Her mother was a slut, just like she was. “Glad to hear that! Tell the guys my hello. Listen, Mom, I gotta go. I need to get some water and check the comments.”
“Stay safe, dear. Love you. Call if you go into the forest, okay?”
“Of course. Love you too!”
She hung up, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. Even in the middle of nowhere, she was not truly alone. She checked the comments. The village was winning, but the forest was not far behind. She weighed her chances and whims. She could find a stream in the forest to drink, and maybe even a pond to swim, and maybe some nice company who went for a picnic… But in the village, she’ll likely get a breakfast, too… Let it be the village, then!
She put her phone into the neck purse, stood up, and walked into the field.
***
It was a cornfield that had already been planted and sprouted. Her narrow feet sank up to her ankles in the soft, rich, damp soil on every step; there had been rain this night. The soil smelled of fertilizer. Sel wrinkled her nose – ugh, manure! But the choice was the choice, and she was not going to turn back. The corn, about knee-high, scratched her bare legs a little, but was otherwise pleasant.
She walked slowly, slick with the memory of the two truck drivers’ enthusiasm from the night.
That was a good ride. They were big, burly men, calloused hands, rough voices, and even rougher fucking. One of them had taken her back in the cabin, on the wide bunk, while the other drove and laughed at her happy squealing as the truck shook and rattled over the potholes, driving the man’s cock especially deep into her pussy. Then they exchanged places, and the second driver chose her ass. They fed her, too, with some hearty sandwiches and cola. She will check on her OnlyFans comments later, she thought with a smirk.
Her fans loved her stories, her real-life adventures. They loved that she was brave enough to do something most adults wouldn’t dare. They loved the contrast: the innocent-looking, freckle-faced girl with the disheveled hair, and the bold sexual adventurer.
After about twenty minutes of walking, the field ended, and the village began.
It was a small, dusty place, with maybe twenty houses scattered along a single dirt road. Roosters crowed. A skinny dog barked at her, then wagged its tail and ran away. The cozy sounds of the people having their breakfasts and preparing for the day’s work filled the air. A smell of woodsmoke, baking bread, and coffee.
Sel looked around. Where should she go?
She decided to trust her instincts. She walked towards the largest house, a two-story brick building with a large porch and a well-kept garden full of roses. A woman in her late thirties, with long, dark hair tied back in a braid and a kind, round face, was watering the flowers. She wore an old dress, and also was barefoot.
Sel walked up to the porch steps and stopped. She didn’t climb them. She stood there, in her dusty sundress and bare feet, soil-dirty to her ankles, a tiny, vulnerable figure against the backdrop of the large house.
She coughed. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice clear and musical.
The woman looked up, a little startled. She looked Sel up and down, her eyes lingering on the girl’s dusty feet and the skimpy dress. A flicker of something – concern, curiosity? – passed through her eyes.
“Yes?” the woman asked, her voice soft.
“I’m traveling across the country,” Sel explained, her usual confident smile playing on her lips. “I’m on a sort of a challenge, no money, no things. I was wondering if I could trade for a bit of breakfast?”
The woman’s lips formed a small “o”.
“Oh, dear. Such a little girl, and on a trip, all alone?”
“I’m not little! I’m fourteen!”
The woman smirked. “That changes everything, of course! Come on in, wash your feet there,” she pointed at the rusty water pump, “and go to the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you!”
Sel washed her feet under a stream of ice-cold water, rubbing them against each other, and recording the video for TikTok. She did not bother to take a piece of soap. Her parents believed that soap and shampoo damage natural skin and hair health, so the whole family washed with water only. Sel’s short, messy hair was proof that it worked perfectly. She giggled at how her tanned feet looked with the traces of dirt on them, then rinsed them clean and padded into the house.
The kitchen was large, old-fashioned, and filled with the smell of yeast and fried bacon. There was a large wooden table in the center, and a young man was already sitting there, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee from a big mug. He looked up when Sel entered.
He had the same kind, round face as the woman, but he was broader, with arms thick from manual labor. He was maybe twenty, or a bit older. His bare feet, with short, clean toenails, rested on the rung of the chair. He blinked at Sel, looking at her, at her tanned legs visible under the short hem of her dress, at her small, pointy breasts tenting the thin cotton. His gaze lingered.
“Mom brought a stray cat?” he asked, his voice a warm, deep rumble.
Sel smiled at him. “A kitten, maybe, meowing for breakfast!”
The woman entered, carrying a plate piled high with pancakes, a bowl of whipped cream, and a jar of honey. “Help yourself, dear. We had our breakfast already.” She put the mug of coffee before Sel.
“Thank you!”
She tried to bite politely, but then she realized how hungry she was. The pancakes were still warm, fluffy, and smelled of vanilla. She devoured them, slathering them with cream and honey, not caring about the drops of honey that fell on her bare chest. The young man watched her, a small smile on his lips. He lowered the newspaper.
“I’m Marek,” he said.
“Sel.” She grinned, a smear of whipped cream on her upper lip. She licked it with a slow, deliberate motion of her tongue.
“Short for Selena?”
“Sel for ‘Select’, as in ‘I select my own adventures’,” she said, then giggled. “But no, just Sel. The full name. My parents are weird.”
“I like weird,” Marek said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned forward, his elbow on the table. “So, Sel-the-select, what kind of adventures are you selecting?”
“The best kind,” she said, her voice dropping a little. She took another bite of pancake, her gaze locked with his over the rim of the mug. She could feel the warmth of the kitchen, the scent of coffee and the man’s clean, earthy smell. A thrill went through her, familiar and welcome. This was the game, the dance she liked the most. “I’m traveling through the country this summer – a wild trip, you know, no money, no things, no maps, where the wind blows! Seeing places, meeting people… making TikToks… living.”
The woman, Marek’s mother, brought a pitcher of milk and set it down. “You’re a brave one,” she said, her gaze soft but knowing. She wasn’t asking questions. She just seemed to understand. “Braver than I was at your age. I wouldn’t even dream of such a thing.”
“Well, it’s my second challenge, so it’s a bit easier now.”
“Second challenge?” Marek’s interest was piqued.
“Oh! Last summer,” Sel explained, swirling a drop of honey on her plate with her fingertip and then licking it clean, “I went to the sea coast. Three hundred miles and back, in a single dress and barefoot. Just did not pay with my body that time yet, simply hitchhiking.” She said it as simply as stating she’d brought an extra pair of socks.
The silence that followed was not uncomfortable. Marek was watching her, his expression unreadable but intense. His mother, however, just smiled faintly, refilling Sel’s coffee cup.
“My boys and their father are in the fields,” the woman said, her tone casual as she wiped down the counter. “They’ll be back for lunch. The house will be… quiet. Until then.” She smirked. “Or not.”
The unspoken offer hung in the air, sweet and potent as the coffee in her mug. The woman approached Sel from behind and wrapped her big, strong arms around Sel’s shoulders, pressing her warm body against Sel’s back.
“I’m Nora. When you mentioned your body… and trading for breakfast…”
Nora’s calloused but gentle thumb stroked the sensitive skin of Sel’s collarbone, tracing a line toward her shoulder. Sel shivered, a hot jolt of arousal shooting through her. Nora’s hands were large, a farmer’s hands, but they were gentle, exploring her shoulders and arms.
“You paid with interest,” Nora whispered, her warm breath caressing Sel’s ear. “But if you wanted to… stay a while… for the second payment, we could be the collectors. Me first, then Marek. Do you like women, Sel?”
Sel didn’t have to think about it. There was no hesitation. The gentle, motherly feel of Nora’s hands, her warmth, her smell… it was different, but exciting. The woman was old enough to be her mother. The thought sent a strange, exciting thrill through her.
She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Nora’s.
“I’d love to,” she said softly.
Nora squeezed her shoulders, then let her go. She patted Sel’s butt. “Go upstairs. First door to the left. I’ll join you shortly.”
Sel slid off the stool. She gave Marek a long, deliberate look as she walked out of the kitchen. He was staring at her, his coffee forgotten. There was a raw hunger in his eyes. Then he winked.
“I’ll join you later,” he said. “You’d like my Mom, I bet!”
Sel winked at him, giggled, pulled off her sundress, and threw it on the stool.
“Nora,” she said, turning to the woman. “Would you mind me recording us on my phone? My OnlyFans subscribers will love it!”
Nora laughed softly. “Oh, so you also have OnlyFans? You are really a bold little one!” She began unbuttoning her dress. As Sel expected, she also had nothing underneath. “No problem. Go upstairs and settle in; I’ll bring our GoPro; it will be better than your phone.”
Sel grinned, turned, and skipped up the wooden staircase, feeling Marek’s gaze on her naked butt as she did.
The room was cozy and tidy, with a large double bed, covered with a simple quilt. The windows were open, letting in the sounds of the village – the distant cackle of chickens, the hum of a tractor in the far-off fields. The air smelled of sun-warmed linen and wildflowers.
Sel sat on the bed, the quilt soft and slightly rough against her bare skin. She ran her palm over it. She could feel her own heart beating, a steady, excited rhythm against her ribs. She loved this feeling, the anticipation, the sweet unknown. Being with the woman older than her mother was a rare experience. Will it be better than it was with her mother?
Nora came in, holding a GoPro mounted on a small tripod. She set it up on the dresser, facing the bed.
“This is better,” she said, her voice a little lower now. “Less shaky. Now…” She turned on the camera and approached the bed. She was shorter than she looked in the dress, but broad and solid, her body curvy and strong. Her breasts, large and heavy with dark, prominent nipples, swayed slightly as she moved. She leaned towards Sel, and they merged in a long, sensual kiss.
Sel felt a warm wave, a tide rising up from her lower abdomen. She melted in Nora’s embrace, parting her lips to meet the older woman’s probing tongue. She tasted like coffee, and honey, and something else, something uniquely Nora’s. She could feel Nora’s breasts pressing against her own small ones, the large, soft globes enveloping her body.
She moaned softly. She was not used to this slow, deliberate pace of a woman. Her encounters, whether with strangers on the road or her brothers at home, were often fast, hungry, almost desperate. This was different. This was a leisurely exploration.
Nora broke the kiss and began to trail her lips down Sel’s neck, her tongue a warm, wet line on her skin. Sel threw her head back, giving Nora access, her hands coming up to tangle in the older woman’s thick, dark braid.
“Your skin is so soft,” Nora murmured against Sel’s throat. “Like a peach.” Her teeth grazed Sel’s collarbone, sending a sharp spark of pleasure through her. “Like my niece, she’s about your age…”
“And you,” Sel gasped, her hands tightening in Nora’s hair. “You’re like… warm earth. Sun on stone.”
Nora laughed softly. “You’re good with words, aren’t you?” She continued her downward journey, her lips and tongue working on Sel’s neck, collarbones, and chest, to Sel’s already hard nipples. Sel closed her eyes, arched towards Nora’s caresses, and reached for the woman’s breasts. She squeezed them, then closed her probing fingers on Nora’s big nipples. Nora gave out a long sigh.
“You know what you are doing, kitten…” She gently pushed Sel onto her back. “How many women did you have?”
“Many,” Sel panted, lying on the bed and looking up at Nora. “But mostly girls. My classmates, friends…” She raised her legs and rested her soles on Nora’s wide hips.
“Anyone of my age?”
“My mom.”
Nora gave out a soft, “Oooh, what a slutty family!”
“That’s us!” Sel said. “I’m a slut, like my mom. I’m proud of it.” She felt a familiar heat coiling in her belly, an eager fire.
“I love it in a girl.” Nora lowered her head to Sel’s taut stomach. Her hands, large and calloused, roamed over Sel’s body, learning her shape, her form. Her touch was gentle but firm, confident, giving the girl sweet goosebumps. Sel could feel herself opening under the older woman, her body responding with a will of its own. She felt Nora’s fingers ghost over her stomach, her hips, brushing against her damp, bare pubis. She shivered. Then she felt the woman’s hot breath just inches from her pussy.
“And how do you like it, kitten?” Nora asked, her voice husky, vibrating against Sel’s skin.
Sel didn’t answer with words. Instead, she simply raised her hips from the bed, an offering. She parted her legs wide, bending her knees and putting her bare, calloused feet flat on the quilt, showing Nora her dripping labia.
Nora chuckled softly. “I take it for the yes!”
And her lips closed on Sel’s tense, trembling clit. Sel moaned. Sex with women was always different from sex with men. Women knew exactly how to please each other, while men mostly cared about their own pleasure. And Nora knew it really well. What did she say, her niece?
“Ahh… Yes yes yes…” Sel gasped. Her clit burned. Nora’s firm lips and strong tongue explored her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her young body. She was already close. This felt too good. She bucked her hips, meeting Nora’s tongue with hungry motions. Then she felt Nora’s finger tracing circles around her tight, wet anus.
Sel let out a low cry. “Yes… there… please…”
Nora pushed her long, thick, calloused finger in. Sel moaned, pushing back against it, enjoying the feeling of being filled. That new digit inside her ass seemed to intensify all the other sensations, making her clit swell until it felt like it would burst. She was on the edge, dangling, her toes curling.
Nora looked up at her. “That’s it, my little slut, let go for me,” she whispered, then closed her hot lips on the hard clit and sucked, hard.
Sel screamed, a sharp, high sound of pure pleasure. Her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave, leaving her gasping, shaking, breathless. It seemed to go on and on, a string of pulsing contractions that milked Nora’s fingers. Finally, it subsided, leaving her limp and sweating, her chest heaving. Sel was lying there, panting, her body singing.
“Ohhh… So good, so good… Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Nora laughed, burying her fingers in Sel’s copper hair mess.
“My kitten! Well, how would you like to pay back? Which tricks do you know?”
Sel joined her laughter. “Sit… on my face! Let me show you!”
“Mmm, are you sure?” Nora climbed higher, spreading her knees over Sel’s slender body. “I’m quite big… and heavy.”
“I can handle it, Nora,” Sel said confidently. “I want to feel you crush me.”
The raw hunger in the girl’s voice made Nora’s pussy gush even more. She moved up slowly, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Sel’s head. Sel watched, her breath hitching, as Nora’s glistening pussy, with its trimmed dark hair and swollen, dusky lips, descended upon her face.
It was a different kind of immersion than she was used to with girls her age. There was a power to Nora’s size and weight, a musky, mature scent that filled Sel’s senses. The feeling of the woman’s plump thighs bracketing her head was grounding, deliciously firm. When Nora finally settled, her wet, hot flesh pressing directly against Sel’s mouth, the younger girl moaned. This was the second payment she owned, and it was going to be paid with interest.
Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, swirling around Nora’s prominent clit. Nora tasted like the sea at high tide, salty and earthy, with a tang that was uniquely her own. Sel hooked her arms around Nora’s powerful thighs, pulling her down even closer, her small frame disappearing beneath the older woman.
The woman gave out a short moan, giving herself up to the girl’s fierce sucking. “Oh, you sweet slut,” she sighed. Then she grabbed her heavy breasts, her fingers digging into the pliant flesh. The feeling of Sel’s tongue exploring her most secret folds sent the shivers through her body. She started to rock, grinding her pussy onto the younger girl’s eager mouth.
“Yes… oh… right there,” she sighed.
Sel was lost in the sensation. She was smothered, drowned in Nora’s taste and scent, in the overwhelming intimacy of it. She flattened her tongue and licked with long, broad strokes, from the woman’s dripping entrance all the way up to her sensitive clit. She circled the big, swollen nub, then gently closed her lips around it, sucking. Nora bucked against her, her movements becoming more urgent, demanding.
Sel pushed her pointed tongue into Nora’s soaking entrance, fucking her with it, rubbing Nora’s clit with her nose. She could feel the older woman’s inner muscles clench around her tongue. She wiggled it inside, exploring, feeling the slick, hot walls. With a little groan, she went even deeper, straining to give the most pleasure.
A strangled cry escaped Nora’s lips. She started to ride Sel’s face with abandon now, her movements jerky, wild. Sel held on, half-suffocated by the woman’s folds on her face, by her intoxicating smell. She reached between Nora’s round butt cheeks and ran her two thin fingers into the woman’s throbbing asshole. That pushed her over the edge. With a loud, guttural moan, Nora came, flooding Sel’s face with her hot juice. Sel lapped at her greedily, swallowing every drop, until Nora finally collapsed beside her on the bed, panting.
The GoPro’s small red light blinked, capturing their flushed faces and tangled limbs.
Nora propped herself on an elbow, her dark hair escaping its braid to frame her face in damp wisps. She looked at Sel, her eyes dark, shining. A smudge of her wetness glistened on the girl’s chin.
“You’re a miracle,” she breathed. “A little, wet, freckled miracle.”
Sel giggled, wiping her chin with the back of her hand and then, unabashedly, licking her fingers clean. “And you’re delicious,” she countered. “Like earth and salt. Better than honey!”
Nora leaned in, kissing her again, this time tasting herself on the girl’s lips. It was a slow, deep kiss, a seal of approval, of mutual satisfaction. It lingered, full of unspoken thanks and the promise of more. She pulled Sel on top of her.
A floorboard creaked in the hallway. They did not turn towards the door; they knew who it was.
“Come in, Marek,” Nora purred. “She’s ready. She’s totally ready.”
Sel felt strong male hands stroking her legs, her back, squeezing her tight butt.
“Which hole can I use?” he asked.
“Any, haha! I love it everywhere!” Sel purred.
Sel felt Marek settle behind her, the heat of his body a stark contrast to Nora’s softer curves under her. His hands, calloused like his mother’s but larger and stronger, roamed over her back and then down to grip her small, firm buttocks. She could feel the hard, insistent pressure of his cock against her lower back. A shiver of pure anticipation went through her. This was the familiar rhythm she craved.
“Yes yes yes…” She pushed back against him, a silent, greedy invitation. Marek needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he was inside her vagina.
Sel gasped, her body arching. He was bigger than she was used to, thicker, and he filled her completely, stretching her until she was throbbing with a strange, pleasant ache. She braced her hands on either side of Nora’s head, her knuckles white, and pushed back to meet him.
“God, you’re tight,” Marek grunted, his hips starting a steady, punishing rhythm.
“Tight for you… ahhh…” Sel managed to gasp out, her words catching in her throat with each deep thrust. Each push drove her down, her small breasts pressing against Nora’s larger ones. She grabbed the woman’s hair, pulling their faces together. “Like this?”
Nora’s hands were no longer gentle. She gripped Sel’s hips, holding her in place for her son’s pounding. Their mouths met in a hungry, messy kiss. It wasn’t soft anymore. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, all tongues and hunger.
“I want to see you both… with my eyes…” Nora moaned, opening her eyes wide.
Marek was pumping Sel hard and deep, making the girl squeal each time his glans reached the sweet spot deep inside her, and his balls slapped his mother’s spread pussy, driving out woman’s moans. Sel felt the tingling orgasmic wave building in her, and Marek showed no signs of being close to cum. It wasn’t his first fuck today, she realized. Whom… whom had he fucked? Aaahhh….
The GoPro’s little red light was blinking, a silent observer capturing their raw, shameless fucking. The thought of her subscribers watching this, watching this family using her, sent a fresh jolt of heat through her. She turned her head, arching her back to give the camera a better view.
“Marek… fuck her…” Nora gasped, pulling her legs up and opening her knees wide. “Make me watch… Make me feel!”
“I’m… I’m close…” Sel squealed. “Yes yes YEEEAAAHHH!” Her pussy contracted, gripping Marek’s thick cock, milking it. Her whole body trembled, her vision blurred. Her loud, wild scream of pure pleasure rang through the room, through the open windows, and out into the quiet morning of the small village.
Marek grunted, feeling the girl’s tight pussy convulsing around him. He held still for a moment, letting the waves of her orgasm wash over him, then, with a final, deep thrust, he pulled out.
“Ahh…” Sel sighed, lying on Nora’s breasts. “Let me catch my breath…”
“You will, my kitten,” Nora cooed, stroking Sel’s red hair, “but my son is not done yet.”
Marek, his cock still slick with Sel’s juices, adjusted his position and thrust into Sel’s ass. She screamed, his burning intrusion almost forcing her next orgasm. “Oh God! Yes! Harder!”
He was rough, but not brutal. He fucked her with a deep, steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. Sel was lost in a storm of sensation, the pain and pleasure blurring into one overwhelming feeling. The slight pain quickly faded into deep, satisfying heat as she accommodated him. Her pubis rubbed against Nora’s clit as her body rocked under Marek’s thrusts. She could feel Nora’s quickening hot breath on her face, her hands stroking her arms, her back.
“Ohhh… Marek…” both females moaned. His stamina was impressive. He kept the rhythm for long minutes, giving both the girl and his mother the pleasure they craved, and making Sel, who loved having her ass filled, completely blissful. Sel and Nora moaned, breathing hard, staring at each other with unseeing eyes.
Sel’s next orgasm caught her by surprise, a sudden, blinding flash that made her body arch and tremble. Marek gasped, unable to hold back any longer, and he came, his hot seed filling Sel. And Nora tensed under her with a low growl. And, on top of them, Marek grunted, and Sel felt more of his hot cum filling her insides.
When she finally came down, they were a heap of tangled limbs and satisfied sighs. Marek carefully withdrew, making Sel flinch. She collapsed between them, her limbs heavy, her body humming. She felt a profound sense of peace, of contentment. She had paid for her breakfast twice over.
She looked at Nora, who was still catching her breath, her skin flushed. She met Marek’s gaze, too, which was soft, almost tender now. This wasn’t just a transaction. It was connection, of a raw, primal kind.
This house… this family… they were different. It wasn’t the quick, rough transaction with the truck drivers or the hungry desperation of a hitchhiker desperate for a ride. They liked sex, like a family dinner, just like hers. The feeling she got from Nora’s touch, Marek’s pace, and even their gentle teasing, it was all… easy.
They lay there for a long while, the GoPro’s red light winking like a patient third eye. The sun had moved higher in the sky, sending golden shafts of light across the wooden floor.
Nora was the first to stir. “Well,” she said, her voice husky. “I think our guest needs more than just pancakes.” She patted Sel’s thigh. “How about some of my special cherry pie and compote?”
Sel’s stomach rumbled in response. “That sounds… wonderful,” she admitted.
Nora stood up slowly, stopped the GoPro, and took it. “Join me in a summer shower,” she said. “Then we’ll have the pie over your cream, haha, and copy the video.”
The shower was a simple raised tank with a hose. The water had not warmed up after the night yet, and Sel screamed and laughed as it hit her hot body. Nora scrubbed her back.
Not bothering to dress up or wipe, they returned to the table. Nora put the pie and compote for them, and handed the GoPro to Sel. She connected it to her phone and took the first bite while the video was transferring. The pie tasted as magical… as Nora. The compote was slightly sour, a perfect contrast. She ate slowly, feeling every cell of her body reviving. The sugar hit her system. She opened her phone, and there it was. Almost half an hour of raw, unedited footage.
Marek watched over her shoulder as Sel quickly scrolled through the hot sex scene and set it up for uploading to OnlyFans.
“May I name you both in the description?” she asked. “My followers will love it.”
“Of course,” Nora said from the sink. “Maybe they will want some more.” She turned on the water faucet. The splash sounded like money being counted in the girl’s head. “Not that all people around did not know about us.”
“I’m not into social media,” Marek said. “Not much use for it here. We prefer the real thing.”
“A smart choice,” Sel nodded. She typed: “Sel’s breakfast, courtesy of Nora and Marek. “. A quick glance at the transfer progress bar. Still some minutes to go.
“So, how long are you staying in our little village, kitten?” Nora asked, rinsing the plates.
Good question. She hadn’t thought that far. She could stay. For another round with Marek. Maybe with Nora again. Maybe together, and then their other men will return home… She could also ask for a ride to the next bigger town. The thought of leaving the cozy kitchen, the taste of the pie still on her tongue, felt wrong. The thought of another long, dusty walk was less appealing than the promise of more pie.
But… she felt the adventure calling for her.
“I would love to stay, but there are so many places to see and people to taste!” Sel giggled. “So thank you for your hospitality, and I’ll be on my way.” She checked her phone – the upload had completed and was already scoring first views, the battery recharged – and picked up her sundress from the stool. “In which direction should I go? What places are nearby?”
“You could go west, towards the highway,” Nora offered, leaning against the counter. “Lots of traffic there; you’ll catch a ride in no time.”
“Or east,” Marek added, stretching. “There’s a reservoir in the woods. Not many people, but sometimes fishermen hang around there. And there’s an abandoned factory a couple of miles away. Kids go there sometimes to party. Or just to… you know. ‘Cause it’s secluded.”
East. A reservoir. Woods. An abandoned factory. The words painted a picture. Sel’s mind was already there, picturing the dark water, the crumbling walls, the thrill of being found in a place like that. That was an adventure. That was the ‘Select’ kind of thing.
“The abandoned factory sounds… promising,” Sel said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Thank you, Marek. I’ll ask my viewers to pick the path!”
They hugged and kissed, and Sel left.
She felt the rocky dirt road under her soles, and the hot sun on her shoulders. She raised her phone.
“Hi, I’m Sel, again! You would die on the spot if you knew what happened to me in the village! Or you could see it if you subscribe to my OnlyFans; the link is in the profile, haha! So now I’m at the crossroads again. Where to go next: to the highway, to fishermen in the woods, or to the abandoned factory? Your choice! I will wait for ten minutes!” She posted the video.
Ten minutes of waiting under the hot sun, her soles resting on a warm roadside stone, and her phone kept buzzing. This one really took off. Comments poured in, votes for each option flooding in. And the clear winner was, with a huge margin: the abandoned factory.
“See! We are like-minded!” she said into her phone, as she took another short video for the “Thank You and Off We Go” post. She giggled and walked eastward along the dirt track.
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