Like her sense of shame, It was gone.

A parade of headlights passed her by, strobing her naked body, plump and pale.

Helen felt like she must’ve walked miles and yet her car was nowhere to be found. She had still been in an orgasmic haze, only now returning to reality when it dawned upon her.

It must’ve been stolen.

And now Helen truly had nothing left.

Her purse, her phone and most importantly her wheels. All gone. No way home, No way to contact anyone, No way to even identify herself. Only a few hours ago this would’ve been Helen’s greatest nightmare, but now she found herself covered in goosebumps of arousal from just the thought of how truly naked she was. She had only herself left.

So without any other choice, Helen stretched her right arm skyward and assumed the classic hitchhiking pose. Her left hand however, crept downward and dug into her sopping cunt. Helen wriggled sensually back and forth as she masturbated on the side of the road. She felt the milk in her colossal udders slosh left and right, her fat belly bounce up and down and her enormous asscheeks clap in and out rhythmically.

It wasn’t long before this attracted the attention of a passing SUV full of frat boys.

“Nice night for a walk ma’am, but it looks like ya forgot somethin’.”

Helen giggled, “Nonsense, I simply have nothing to wear. Would you boys mind giving me a ride? I’m running late for a dinner date.” With eyes full of hunger, Helen pulled her hand away from her wet pussy and to her drooling tongue, licking and sucking strands of pussy juice from her fingers.

Collectively, the fraternity’s faith in God was now affirmed. “Hop on in! We’re a little tight in the back, so I hope you don’t mind sitting on our Freshie’s lap.”

“No problem at all. I even brought drinks~” Helen grabbed a fistful of each breast and squeezed until jets of breast milk erupted forth. In response the frat boys erupted into a cacophony of both hoots and hollers.

The back was indeed a tight fit, with 80% being taken up by two slabs of suntanned muscle that wasted no time to fondle and squeeze her naked curves, but Helen was a little more intrigued by the remaining 20%. A mousey little freshman desperately trying to hide his erection. Helen just wanted to eat him up. She licked her lips before planting her fat ass into his chest and pressing her ravenous vagina directly into his pitched tent.

“Not bad at all~ You boys certainly know how to make a woman feel comfortable.”

“So where to miss? And pleeeease don’t say The GAP.”

Helen snickered. “Don’t worry I’m dining as is, at Chez Chaz by the pier.”

“Yo! We’re already headed that way. Hope you join us later. We're havin’ a bonfire on the beach.”

“Well, I guess I know what I'm having for dessert. But right now I think I’ll enjoy the buffet.” Helen said, sliding a hand down each jock’s waistband and grinding her cunt even deeper into the freshman’s throbbing bulge.

“And just because I'm old enough to be your mother doesn’t mean you have to be gentle. I want you boys to tear me so far apart that when I crawl out of this car, I better not have a single hole still able to close itself ever again.”