It was raining hard. I mean, like a torrential downpour, the kind that doesn’t let you see ten feet in front of your face. Even though I was under the canopy, pumping my own gas, I was still getting wet. It was then that I saw her through a momentary break in the sheets of rain. She kept looking behind her as she slogged down the road through the monsoon-like conditions. Then she was gone. I finished pumping and got back on the road. Returning home from a conference in North Carolina, I thought I’d take a couple of days’ vacation. I needed it.

I wanted some time to think. Think about my marriage, or lack thereof. Think about what I needed to do. You see, Carol and I were no longer on the same page. We had stopped having sex years back. She had said that she was no longer interested. It wasn’t me, she said, it was her. I believed it, until I caught her and her boss boffing in her office. I had decided that I was going to end it, even if it meant losing the house. But, there would be time to reflect on that, on the way home.

After pulling out of the gas station, I saw her again. Short, blonde, daisy dukes and a gingham shirt tied above her waist and a heavy looking backpack. She also had an ass that would make the pope think impure thoughts. I slowed down, rolled down the window. “Need a ride?”

She looked at me, all sixty years’ worth, and replied, “Sure.” She opened the back door and plopped her backpack down, then joined me in the front seat.

“Where to?”

“Any place but here. Where you headed?”

I smiled and replied, “Any place but here. You running away from something?”

“Boyfriend. Ex actually.”

“Is that why you kept looking behind you?”

“You shore are the nosy type.” She said, her North Carolina twang coming out.

“Just want to know what I’m getting myself into, that’s all. My name’s Rob, Rob Cummings.” I held out my hand for her to shake…or not.

After looking at me suspiciously for a moment, she ignored the outstretched hand, but said, “Meg, Meg Downing.”

We rode in relative silence, the only noise coming from the country station on the radio and the slapping of the wiper blades as they cleared the windshield for the briefest of moments.

Finally, I broke the silence, “Well, Meg Downing, where can I take you?”

“Anywhere’s you want, as long as it’s far away from here.”

“That bad, eh?”

“Yup!”

“So, did your boyfriend beat you?”

“Like ah said, you shore are nosy.”

“Look Meg, for someone who just got rescued from God knows what, you certainly aren’t being very friendly.”

She thought for a moment, then said, “Sorry. Ah suppose ah should be grateful, you pickin’ me up and all. Ah guess ahm just a little nervous. Ah mean, ah don’t know you from shit, yet here ah am in as stranger’s car, heading God knows where.”

“I can see where you’re coming from.” I replied, “I have to admit, I keep looking in the rearview for some guy named Bubba in a pickup truck, who’s hell bent on taking you back and beating me to a pulp.”

She laughed. “So, where y’all takin’ me?”

“Wherever you want, within reason. Honolulu ain’t gonna happen.”

I glanced over at her, noticing her shivering a bit. After all, her clothes were soaked, plastered to her body. I turned down the A/C in the car, but that didn’t seem to help. “You have any dry clothes in that backpack?”

“Probably not. I’d been walkin’ for over an hour when y’all picked me up.”

“In my bag in the back, there’s some clean clothes, you could change into. I promise not to look.”

She was smiling now. “I’ll bet.”

We drove for a while, small talk and country music filling in the silences, when I suggested stopping for lunch. She declined, saying she wasn’t hungry. I insisted, knowing otherwise. She grabbed some dry clothes, went to the ladies room and changed, emerging in a drier pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She wolfed down a burger, fries, and a coke in record time while I kept glancing at the big screen TV, hoping that I wouldn’t see her face and an Amber alert.

Late in the day, I was getting tired of driving in the rain. I broached the subject of a hotel and she didn’t object. “I can’t afford two rooms.”

“That’s alright. Y’all can sleep in the bathtub.” She said with a grin. She put her hand on my thigh. I looked down at it, then at her. The smile was still there along with that twinkle in her eye. This could prove to be an interesting trip indeed. Slowly, the hand crept up my thigh and, try as I might to prevent it, my trousers tented.

We found a decent looking hotel and went in and registered. It overlooked the mountains and had a queen size bed. After the long and arduous drive it looked awfully tempting, with more than enough room for both of us to sleep. I went into the bathroom, giving her some privacy to change clothes. Emerging wearing a pair of sleep shorts, I was surprised to see her sitting on the bed totally naked. Taken aback, I stuttered, “If you need something to wear, you can use one of my shirts.”

“Y’all don’t like what you see?” she said, pouting.

“Au contraire. I like it a lot!” Her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, small, pert breasts with tantalizing puffy nipples, and completely shaved. If I hadn’t seen her North Carolina driver’s license, I would have sworn she was younger than the sixteen years it said she was. My shorts immediately tented again.

Seeing this, she smiled, patted the bed. “Ah need to thank y’all properly for pickin’ me up this mornin’.”

“And just how do you propose to do that?” I stretched out in front of her, unable to take my eyes off her youthfully exquisite form. I was especially enamored with her breasts. They looked so suckable!

She leaned over and pulled my sleep shorts off my hips, letting my hard-on spring free. “Y’all have a nice piece of equipment there, Mr. Cummings.”

“As do you, Miss Downing.” I replied cupping my hands over her breasts.

My touch elicited a sigh, followed by, “Ah think they’re kinda small, but that feels nice” Her lips descended on my helmet, enveloping me in the soft warmth of her mouth.

Watching my cock disappear, I groaned, “I see this isn’t your first rodeo.” I lifted my hips, feeding her more of me. My cock plopped from her face as she smiled. “Mah boyfriend liked me to do this. Said ah was a natural.” She returned to her task, licking my shaft like an ice cream cone.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Of course ah do! How else am I gonna pay you?”

“But that’s just it. You don’t HAVE to.”

“Well, maybe ah want to.” She said, taking me to the root, sucking in earnest.

I just sunk back on the bed, my hand still clutching her left breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. She put her hand over mine and squeezed, making me squeeze her in turn. It had been a long while since I had been in a situation like this, so the urgency of the moment overtook me quickly. “I’m gonna cum, Ellie.”

No verbal answer, she just wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped, her lips never letting my helmet see the light of day.

I grunted as my cock spat three healthy dollops of sperm onto her tongue. She swallowed without losing a drop. Licking her lips, she looked me in the eye and said, “Thank you, Mr. Cummings.”

“Oh, no, thank you, Meg, and please call me Rob.”

Getting up off her haunches, she turned, presenting me with that killer ass, “Is there anything else, ah can do for you?”

“Well, now that you mention it.” I flipped her over on her back, opened her legs and kissed her hairless pussy. My tongue slid all over her lips, getting just a taste before plunging into the valley between.

“Oooh! Y’all like to do that?” she said, half sitting so she could see what I was doing.

Between licks I replied, “What’s not to like? Aren’t you enjoying this?” I feathered her clit as she squirmed underneath me.

“Rodney wouldn’t do that. Said it was nasty.” She curled her fingers into my hair. “But ah have to admit, it feels pretty good.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet!.” I continued feathering her clit and plunging my tongue into her freshening cunt. She continued to squirm, rolling her hips, smearing her essence onto my face.

She began to moan, especially when my tongue buried deep and my nose rubbed against her clit.

“Oh God, that feels so good! I had no idea.” She moaned as I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid a finger inside her. “Oh Jesus!.....What are you doin’….Oh fuuuck!” I felt her cunt squeezing my finger and tasted her warm, fresh juices as she came.

Lifting my face, looking at hers framed by her small but enticing breasts, I said, “You’re not going to tell me that Rodney, or whatever his name was, never made you cum, are you?”

Looking a little embarrassed, she nodded.

“Well, if I have anything to say about it, that was the first of many.” I dove back in adding a second finger. “You just relax and enjoy yourself.” Sucking on the tender flesh of her young, sweet cunt, I twisted my fingers until my palm was up. I flexed them, feeling the pebbly flesh of her g-spot, determined to make her cum and cum hard.

Incoherent babbling ensued. “Oh God!....Oh fuck….So good…. Don’t stop!”

I didn’t. My free hand drifted up to her chest, my thumb stroking her amazing nipples. She was fully engaged at this point and I could tell she was about to explode. She raised her hips off the bed, increasing the contact with my tongue, then lowered herself onto my invading digits. I looked up just in time to see her eyes roll back and she wailed as her cunt muscles tried to crush my fingers. I let up on my assault, letting her orgasm roll through her, chest heaving, eyes scrunched shut. Slowly I extricated my hands and raised my face from her ravaged pussy.

Her fingers embedded in my hair, she pulled me up and we shared a kiss; a long, deep, passionate kiss. I tasted myself on her tongue and she tasted herself on mine. She broke the kiss and whispered, “Fuck me!”

“How do you want it?” I asked, nuzzling her neck.

“Hard and fast.” She panted, still trying to catch her breath. “Like a dog in heat.”

I rolled off her, letting her get on her hands and knees, again presenting her ass to me. I stepped between her legs and pressed the helmet of my newly re-animated cock to her invitingly moist entrance. I pressed home, watching as I disappeared slowly into her molten depths. I grabbed her hips with both hands as I pulled slowly out, my cock slick with her juices. She rocked back and forth as our bodies slapped together. “Harder, faster, slap my ass, pull my hair.”

I took my hands from her hips, leaned over and cupped her breasts, my fingers dancing all around her nipples. “Is that how Rodney does it with you?” I asked.

“Isn’t that how all men want it?” she replied.

“Not this man.” I said, tweaking her nipples as I pressed deep. “I want you to cum all over my cock.” My left hand drifted down over her belly to her clit. My fingers gently drew circles around it, rubbed across it. She arched her back and moaned, getting lost in the moment.

I, however was not lost. I watched her reflection in the mirror across from the bed. Her eyes were closed, one hand covering mine on her breast. I could see my balls swaying and slapping at her pussy lips. I leaned over and gently bit her shoulder as I continued to pound into her. I could tell she was getting close to another orgasm; her breathing ragged, her hand clutching mine as I teased her nipple, her eyes scrunched shut. She kept moaning, “Don’t stop….Oh yes….feels so good” She squealed loud and long. Her cunt rippling along the length of my cock, her nipple rock hard under my hand as she came a second time. She collapsed and I followed, trying not to crush her under my weight. I pulled out, my cock still rock hard and lay next to her. I tried to hold her close, feeling the aftershocks, kissing her shoulder.

“Ah can’t believe how good that felt. Amazing.” She panted, curling into me. Looking down, she saw my hard-on, still shiny with her juices. “You’re still hard. Didn’t you cum? You want me to suck you off”

“Not to worry, Meg. I’ll get mine in due time, and you’re going to be on top.” I rolled her over, her pussy straddling my cock. With her hands on my chest, her arms squeezing her breasts together, she started rolling her hips, smearing her honey all over the length of my manhood.

“So, y’all really wanna fuck me?”

“No. I want y’all to fuck me!” I replied. “Drain me! Leave me empty.”

She reached down, grasping my shaft, and tucked it into her wetness. Her mouth opened as I slid in. She rose and fell, and I watched as my cock filled her tight, wet hole, then emerged, coated with her sweet nectar. I grasped her hands, removing them from my chest and raised my head, kissing her nipples. “I want these!” Her arms enfolded my head, clutching me to her as I suckled. My hands gravitated to her ass, each one grabbing a cheek, guiding her up and down on me.

Her moans, my moans, the sound of our bodies slapping together, filled the room. She was just starting to lose it again as my left hand slid from her ass to her cunt, my thumb strumming and circling her clit. “Oh fuck……..Soooo good…….Oh God, don’t stop……..cummmminnnggggg!”

She ground her pussy against my hand and my cock as wave after orgasmic wave washed over her. I could no longer hold back, pumping her full of warm, sticky cum. We lay there clutching each other, her orgasm subsiding as my spent cock slithered out of her, leaking the last drops of sperm onto my belly.

She dismounted, and seeing the small pool of cum on my belly, scooted down and lapped it up, paying special attention to my shriveled manhood. When done, she smiled at me. “That was amazing!” she whispered.

I smiled back, “You’re not the only one with cleanup duties. She gave me a puzzled look, not understanding. “Crawl up here and sit on my face. I’m hungry, and you’re on the menu.”

“Are you sure y’all wanna do this?” she said as she straddled my head.

Looking up hungrily at her drooling twat, I pulled her down, covering her with my mouth, sucking out the dollops of sperm and her honey. At some point, I felt her hands on my head, holding me in place, and felt more than heard her moans. She scooted back down the bed and I took her head in my hands, planting a wet, sloppy, cummy kiss on her mouth. She opened up, sucking the dregs of our union off my tongue before telling me that we needed to get some sleep.

Sun shining across the bed greeted us in the morning, as we lay there among the rumpled sheets. Meg was curled up with me behind her, clutching at her breasts, my hard-on tucked into the crack of her ass. She had a satisfied look on her sleeping face, so I tried not to move and awaken her from what looked like a great dream. When she finally stirred, she put her hands on mine, so I couldn’t remove them. “What are we gonna do?”

“What do you mean?”

“You aren’t really thinkin’ of taking me home, are ya?”

“Why not? You can stay with me until you get on your feet. You know, get a job. Go back to school.”

“What will your friends think, or do they already know yore a perv. I’m young enough to be your grand-daughter.”

“What my friends think is immaterial. If you want to stay with me, that’s fine. If you want to leave, that’s fine too. I’m going to go take a shower, why don’t you call your parents, let them know your OK. Tell them that you want to see the world beyond Mayberry, and to tell Bubba to get on with his life.”

I got up, headed for the bathroom sporting half a hard-on, that was still with me when I returned. “So, how did it go?”

“Mama ain’t very happy, Daddy understands, and Bobby Ray will have to deal with it. Ah promised to call ‘em when ahm settled in.” She sat up, the sheet draped over her lap, but her breasts were in full view.

“Did you tell them about me?”

“That’ll come later. This was a big enough shock.” She smiled as she stared at my crotch. “Why don’t y’all crawl under the sheets with me. Have got an itch…..and Ah think y’all know how to scratch it..”

I dove head first under the covers, pulling her legs apart and kissing her lower lips. After a minute, I lifted my face, looking at hers, framed by her upper legs. “You shore know how to get a girl’s motor runnin’. Now get up here” she said as she pulled on my ears. Face to face, her breasts crushed to mine, and my cock teasing her entry, and her legs wrapped around my waist, she added, “Now, fuck me lahk y’all mean it.”

We began a long, slow, deep fuck, her fingers raking across my back, my balls bumping her ass cheeks. It stayed that way until her breath caught in her throat. I quickened the pace, just beating her to orgasm, my cock spewing its warm, creamy sauce inside her just as her cunt clamped on me and another orgasm swept over her. Letting me loose from her hands and legs, she said, “That was a great way to start the rest of my life. Let’s get on the road.”