Alan Wilson was on his way home after a dull and exhausting business trip. Sometimes Alan wondered if the money he made from such trips was worth it. Sure, he had the best things that money could buy. A big house with a swimming pool. A wife who knew the right things to say and how to wear her clothes. He had everything a man could ask for.
Except that his life wasn't exciting.
Alan was the advertising man for a hamburger chain. It was his job to think of little jingles that would sell the hamburgers. His wife thought that his jingles were works of art. He thought that most of them were disgusting, and a waste of the natural talent he had.
It was thinking of his wife and home that made Alan turn off the highway he regularly used. He'd decided that he would drive through the mountains instead. It would mean that he would be two days late getting back to his dull life. Alan wondered why he should feel so turned-off by the life he led. Perhaps it was his wife. She'd been an exciting woman when he married her, but lately he had found himself looking at other women – although he had never really considered being unfaithful.
Not that he didn't have plenty of opportunities.
There were beautiful, willing girls around the office and business trips. He just never seemed to have the time for them.
Alan didn't see the tree blocking the road until he was nearly on top of it. In his sudden panic he nearly forgot everything he had ever been told about mountain driving. He hit his brakes too soon and too hard. The car went into a skid and he heard a sickening crunch as it hit the ditch.
His car was a total wreck.
He got out to look at it and saw that one side was completely crumpled. There was no way he was going to get it out of the ditch by himself. And it was getting cold. Alan had forgotten how cold and desolate the mountain roads could get at dark on a winter night.
He was wondering what he was going to do when he heard someone coming through the woods. He wasn't prepared for the girl who appeared. For one thing she looked so much like a mountain girl was supposed to look. Her hair was a rich red color and it hung down her back in a tangled mass. Her eyes were a pretty green and looked at him in an amused way.
She wore shorts and a tiny halter top that did little to conceal her huge breasts. Her stomach was flat and tanned as were her long, shapely legs.
"Hi," she said. "It looks like you've got a problem."
"I sure have," Alan agreed. "And I'm glad to see you. Maybe I could use your phone and call a station."
"There's no phone," she said.
She walked around his car as if she was seeing one for the first time. Alan responded to the way her plump, pretty ass filled her tight shorts. He couldn't remember having felt this way about a woman in a long time.
"Sure was a pretty car," she said.
"Maybe you know of a station I could walk to," he suggested. "Someone who can pull my car out?"
"Daddy's got a truck," she said. "He'd be able too pull you out."
"Good," Alan said. "I could pay him. You see, I'm kind of in a hurry."
"He wouldn't take no money," the girl said. "He's nice about helping folks."
"Could I talk to him?" Alan asked.
"You might when he gets back," the girl said, running her fingers across the side of his car. "He's going to be gone for a week."
"A week?" Alan asked. Alan began to think the girl was slow. But that didn't make him any less responsive to her. In fact, it seemed to make her more attractive. She was healthy in a savage kind of way. Alan thought that lovemaking for her could be on an animal level.
"Is there anyplace I can get help right now?" Alan asked.
"You might try Harry's place on Monday," the girl said. "But he won't help nobody on the week-end."
"How about a motel then?" Alan said. "Is there a place I can stay."
The girl considered his question. She was still running her fingers over his car and leaning close so that her breasts pressed against it. Every time she bent over Alan could see her deep cleavage. She sure had a whopping pair of tits for such a young girl.
"You come home with me," she finally said.
"I couldn't," he said.
"Yes," she said. "Mama won't mind."
She seemed to think this settled the question and she started off walking. He called to her but she didn't turn around. He figured he had no choice. Maybe her mother would be a little more practiced in the art of conversation.
He followed her into the woods and up a wet embankment. The sexy young girl was as sure-footed as a mountain goat. He slid down a couple of times and he knew his suit was mined.
"Yaw sure aren't a woodsman," she said, as she stood waiting for him to catch up.
"No," he said, breathing hard.
"You're different from the boys around here," she said. "I think you're nice looking."
"Where's your place?" he asked.
"Just up there a little way," she said.
She started off again and he followed. This time she walked a little slower.
"I'm Stella Anderson," she said. "What's your name?"
"Alan Wilson."
"That's a nice name. It suits you. Do you think I'm pretty, Alan?"
"Yes," he answered. "I think you're very pretty."
"Would you like to fuck me?"
Alan gasped. At first he didn't think he had heard the question right. Fucking her was exactly what he wanted to do.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Eighteen," she answered, "but you don't have to worry. I've been fucking a long time. I'm good."
"You're crazy," he said.
"Sure, I am," she said, laughing. "But you want to. I can see it in your eyes."
This had to be the damnedest situation that Alan had ever been involved in. Here was the nicest looking girl he'd ever seen asking him if he wanted to fuck.
"The boys around here are dull," Stella said. She put her fingers on his arm and stroked him just like she'd been stroking the car. "I mean, they know where to put it, but they don't treat a girl right. I think some of them would rather do it with sheep and cows."
"You shouldn't be talking this way," he said, pulling his arm back.
He had a hard-on in his trousers that was threatening to break out at any minute.
"I know you want to," she said, and she put her hand on his cock. She only left it there for a second and he could feel the warmth of her hand. Then she pulled her hand away laughing. "Mmmmm. I bet you know how to treat a girl."
She turned around and started walking away from him again. He stood there with his mouth open. Had this sweet young thing really touched his prick?
She turned off on a well trodden path and he followed. In a few minutes they were standing in front of a huge red barn, just like the ones in the paintings.
"We'll go in here," she said.
She went into the barn and again he followed. She climbed up a ladder and he went up after her. They were standing in a little wooden room that smelled of hay.
"I thought you said we were going to your house," he said.
"We will," she said, ginning. "But first we're going to have a little fun. Wouldn't you like that?" He felt like screaming. The sexy young girl reached behind her back and unbuttoned her halter. He trembled with excitement as she shrugged the halter off her shoulders.
Alan's mouth dropped open as he stared at the luscious melon-shaped tits that spilled out of her halter. Her firm, shapely tits were tanned just as deeply brown as she was. Almost a nut-brown. Like a South Seas girl.
The contrast of her big red nipples made his cock grow even harder. His mouth filled with saliva as he stared at her. Her tits were the type that just begged to be sucked on. He watched her run her palms under her tits and lift them up as if she was giving him an offering.
"God," he groaned softly.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked him.
"Oh Christ yes," he answered.
He felt like he had never seen anything as beautiful as her big boobs.
"I've got them all big and hard and hot for you," she said, as her fingers teased her nipples. "Wouldn't you like to kiss them?"
"This isn't right," he said. "I'm old enough to be your father."
"I'm plenty old enough," she said. "I'll give you fucking like you've never had before."
It was crazy but he believed it. His entire body shook with an expected excitement. He got more pleasure out of looking at this delicious looking half-wild girl than he'd ever gotten out of looking at his wife. There was a sense of mystery about her that he couldn't understand.
God, how he wanted to feel this young thing against his body. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to stick his hard pole between her legs and into her mouth and, ass. He wanted to cover her with his sticky cum.
"Alan," she said. "City man. Why don't you come over here and kiss them?"
He couldn't control himself. He went to her and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. He bent his head and pressed his lips against the creamy top of one of her big tits. She tasted as delicious as she looked. He moved his lips around to her hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
He felt her gasp as his tongue worked on her sensitive bud. He pulled her tighter against him and sucked more of her hot and creamy flesh into his mouth. Her youthful body was just so damned sweet. It was hard for a man like him to resist her even though he knew she was trouble.
He quit sucking on her flesh and drew his head back. Her eyes had closed in passion and her face was lust-bloated. He watched her lick her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His wife never got this turned on. His wife enjoyed a good fuck but it was never something earth-shattering. He had never been able to make his wife respond like this. He put his mouth back on her tit.
"MMMMMM," she moaned. "Mama was right. She always said to get a city man to suck on your tits. She always said a city man knew what to do."
He wondered why this tender young girl's mother was telling her about city men. There was something really strange about her experience. It wasn't the type of experience a young girl was supposed to have.
And her mother seemed to okay it. Alan quit wondering as he began to suck harder on her tit. All he cared about was the sweet taste of her flesh in his mouth. He moved his lips from her tit and made a wet frail down her belly.
"Oh, Jesus," she said. "That's nice. Let me take my shorts off."
"Yeah," he said, and he was surprised at his own impatience to see this young girl's cunt.
She wiggled her tight shorts over her pretty ass and down her long legs. She kicked out of them. He already could see her thick pussy hairs through the material of her thin panties. She quickly peeled them down for him.
"You're beautiful," he said. "Your pussy hair's almost the same color as the hair on your head…"
He stared in awe at her bright red bush and wondered how such a young girl could have so much pussy hair.
"Do you like my pussy," she said.
"Oh fuck yes," he said. His cock protested at the tight confinement of his trousers, but he still wasn't brave enough to take his meaty prick out. He was still a little afraid that the young girl was going to start screaming and some farmer would come out of the bushes with a shotgun.
"It likes you," she said. "Why don't you kiss it? Show it how much you like it."
It was too late to stop. This young girl had so damned much experience about men. He dropped to his knees. She giggled and moved closer so that he could press his face into her red bush. He'd never felt so excited. He'd been right about there being something savage about this tender girl. She seemed to be a healthy woods creature who fucked when the mood was upon her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "That's nice."
She started to tremble with excitement as he continued to kiss her cunt. With her standing up he was only able to kiss the outside of her cunt. She understood this and she gently pushed him away.
"Just a moment," she said.
She went to a corner of the barn and spread some hay out on the hard wooden floor. She made a nice little bed for herself and sat down on it.
"This is how we do it in the country," she said. "It's more fun than a bed."
At that moment Alan had to admit that it was. He couldn't believe that he was actually living out a little boy's fantasy. He was going to fuck a sexy young thing in a hayloft.
"Let me show you my pussy," she said.
She leaned back with an amused look on her face. She raised her knees slightly and spread apart the lips of her plump pink pussy with the tips of her fingers. Alan thought that he'd never seen such a beautiful glistening pussy.
"Now you can kiss it better," she said.
He couldn't get there quick enough. He was thinking of getting his face between her spread open legs, of licking at her pussy lips, of tasting her tangy juices. In a second he was between her creamy thighs. His tongue stabbed at her wet slit.
"Oh yes," she sighed. "Put your tongue in me. Put your tongue in my cunt."
He stabbed his tongue again and again into the wet folds of her hot flesh. He tasted her tangy juices filling his mouth. He kept feeling her ass moving from side to side. His mouth began making soft, hungry sounds. He began to lick all around her wet cunt-walls. Her cunt tasted fresh and it was going to feel so good to ram his cock in there.
But right now he knew she was getting off on his tongue and she didn't want him to stop. He didn't want to stop either. He had never realized that eating cunt could be so much fun.
"God, that's good," she whispered, as her hand touched the back of his head. "I'm glad you know how to eat a pussy. You do it so good."
He clutched tightly at her thighs as he sucked her tender clit between his lips. He felt her shiver as he ran his tongue over her sensitive bud. More of her juices filled his mouth. She tasted so damned sweet.
He felt her hands pulling on the back of his head as he almost went out of his mind with the pleasure of sucking on her tender young cunt. He could feel his hot cock pounding in his trousers and he knew he was going to have to take it out. God, how he wanted to stuff this young girl's cunt full of his hot cockmeat.
He also loved the way his tongue was making her shiver. For some reason he'd never eaten his wife's cunt before. His wife liked sex but nothing wild. Perhaps she felt she was too cool and sophisticated for that.
"Alan," Stella gasped. "You're making me hot. City man, you're making me so hot!"
Her ass was really squirming as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight, hot cunt. He moved hands from her thighs and underneath her pretty ass. He began to squeeze her asscheeks.
"I like that," she groaned. "I like that, Alan. Play with my ass, city man!"
She really went crazy when he worked his finger into her asshole. He drove his finger all the way into the buttery softness of her ass.
"Do you like that?" he said, raising his head from her wet pussy.
"Oh fuck yes," she answered.
He kept wiggling his finger in her tight ass while he pressed his face against her pussy again. She began to sob softly as he worked his finger in and out of her ass with the exact same rhythm he tongue-fucked her.
"Oh God," she gasped. "Oh God, you're making me really hot. You're making me crazy!"
Alan had enough. He couldn't stand it any longer. His hard cock already felt as if it was on fire and he knew he had to stick it in her cunt. He raised his head from her sweet pussy.
"Don't stop," she pleaded.
"I've got to fuck you," he said.
He could tell that she was pleased at the intensity of his excitement. He was so damned nervous. His fingers tore at his shirt buttons. She finally had to help him.
"Don't worry," she assured him, as she helped him off with his coat. "I'm not going anywhere. You're going to get the wildest piece of ass you ever had."
Her nimble, experienced fingers undid the buttons on his shirt. She pulled it off to bare his broad, hairy chest. He was proud of his build. He kept in shape by working out at the gym. At least he wasn't as flabby as some executives.
"Mmmmm," she said, as she ran her hand through the thick hair on his chest. "You're a nice looking man. Oh, I like a man with a lot of hair on his chest."
She ran her hot fingers down his belly. He quivered in excitement as she touched his belt. Slowly, teasingly, she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.
"Let's see what you've got, city man," she said.
She jerked his trousers down his legs. She slowly undid his shoes and pulled them off. Then his socks and trousers. His cock immediately sprang through the opening in his shorts. She looked at his stiff pole with a hot interest.
"You are a nice looking man," she said, as she wrapped her fingers around his prick. Her fingers felt hot as hell as she moved her hand up and down. He felt like he was going to blow his cum in her face any minute.
"You've got me so fucking excited," he groaned.
"I'm glad, because you're exciting me," she said. "I love a man with a fat cock."
"Is my cock big enough?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered. "You have a nice one. It's going to fill up my pussy. I love a nice fat cock to stuff into my pussy-hole."
She took his shorts off and he wasn't ready for what she did next. He had not expected her to be that experienced. But her red hair framed her face as she bent to touch her lips to the tip of his cock. He already felt his balls tighten.
"Don't do that," he warned her. "You'll make me come too quick."
"Maybe later," she said, as she sensed that he was really ready.
Alan stretched out beside her. He pulled her luscious body against his and he could feel his prick pressing into the warmth of her belly.
"Mmmmm," she said. "You're making me wet down there."
She slipped her hand between them and rubbed her fingers across the leaking head of his prick. Then she did something that Alan thought was the most depraved, exciting thing he'd ever seen. She brought her fingers to her ripe young mouth and sucked on them.
"Ummm," she said. "I love the taste of a man's cum. I love cum."
"Oh my God," Alan groaned. "Oh God, you are a sweet little bitch."
He pulled her against his chest again. He could feel her hard nipples poking him. She had to be the sexiest piece of ass he'd ever come across. His wife could not compare to this hot young thing. Neither could any of the women in his office. It didn't matter that she was so young. The wiggling, soft body he held against him was mature enough.
He held her tight as she kept rubbing herself against him. He dropped his hands down to cup her naked asscheeks. Once again he probed with his finger at her tight asshole. She gasped as he drove his finger into her bottom hole again. Her body squirmed a little more.
"That's nice," she moaned. "That's nice."
He knew it wasn't the first time that someone had gotten a finger or probably a cock up this young girl's asshole. She wasn't frightened by it.
She parted her thighs and his cock pushed between them. He felt her rubbing her wet groove on the thick top of his rigid prick. He could feel more of his cum-juice leaking onto her bare leg.
"I've got to fuck you," he groaned. "I want to put my cock in your pussy."
"Oh yes," she said. "I want your big fat cock stuffed in my cunthole."
He made her roll over onto her back. He was on top of her and he spread her legs a little wider. He pressed his thick cock against her wet snatch. Her pussy seemed to suck at his prick.
"Put it in," she said. "Give me your hot cock."
Suddenly her legs lifted up and locked behind his back. Her hot snatch pulled at his prick and he couldn't resist any longer. He found his prick being sucked into her wet, hot twat.
"Yessss," she cried.
He pushed hard and his prick knifed her hot sheath all the way to his heavy balls. He remained like that for a few minutes as he caught his breath. He pressed his lips against her hot mouth and their tongues touched.
"Oh God," he groaned.
"My momma was right," she moaned. "She says there's nothing like fucking a city man. She was so right."
"What if your Mama comes here?" he asked.
"It wouldn't make any difference," she said.
"She could come here at any minute," Alan said, as his bony hips began to thrust his prick in and out of her pussy. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her ass was bucking upwards so that her cunt met his hard prick.
"Don't be silly," she gasped. "Mother never comes out this way, anyway."
"But what if she does today?"
"Oh shit," she said. "Then don't you think I'm worth the risk?"
There was no doubting that she was as she pushed her big tits against his chest and rubbed.
"Oh Christ," he whispered. "I know you're fucking worth it."
He kept his grip on her sweet ass while he pounded her cunt with his cock. His balls felt heavier than they had ever felt. The little cunt seemed to be rubbing her body against him every place that she could find. She was a wiggling, squirming piece of ass, and probably the finest fucking he had ever gotten.
"Give it to me," she cried. "Oh give me all of your fat prick."
Her cunt seemed to be squeezing his prick each time he drove his pecker into her. He had heard about women with educated cunts before, but he had never expected to find one in a barn on the top of a Goddamned mountain.
"That's so good," she groaned. "That's so fucking good! Fuck me good with your big hot cock!"
Her long legs tightened around his body and he felt like he was getting his big prick even deeper into her cunt. He stabbed his hot prick into her faster and faster, her wet twat seemed to get tighter with every stroke.
"Oh, you animal," she gasped.
As he plunged faster, he was thinking the same thing about her. He pressed his hungry mouth against hers and felt her pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue was like a fiery knife darting in and out of his mouth. God, her sweet ass felt good.
"Not this way," she groaned.
He could feel her getting tense underneath him and he wondered what she meant. She was pushing him off her and he didn't want to go. But she forced him off of her and she quickly turned around. Her beautiful, creamy ass pointed at him.
"Put it in my cunt from behind," she moaned. "I want to get it like a dog."
"Jesus Christ," Alan cried.
She had to be the hottest fucking piece he'd ever gotten hold of. He kneeled behind her. He was tempted to stab her sweet asshole, but he wanted some more of that hot sweet pussy. He reached around and cupped her hanging titties as he drove his sword into her cunt.
"Oh Goddddd," she cried, as his big prick filled her wet cunt once more. "That's the way I want it. Give it to me. Give me your hot cock."
He began to fuck her as he'd never fucked any woman. He drove his cock into her pussy with powerful, deep thrusts. Her ass humped back to meet his brutally stabbing cock.
"You big bastard," she gasped. "Oh my, you big bastard, oh my, it feels so good so good, Christ!"
He felt her hot cunt flooding his prick with her juices as she nearly jumped off the floor. He tightened his grip on her titties as he drove his prick into her sweet cunt a little faster.
"I'm going to blow your pussy apart," he cried.
"Oh fuck, it feels so good. I'm going to blow your ass right off. God, it feels good. Goodddddd!"
His balls shot the liquid fire up his prick and into her hot pussy. He squirted again and again and she kept humping until he had been drained. He fell backwards, completely exhausted.
"Are you tired?" she asked, turning around.
"I'm drained," he groaned.
"Good," she said. "I like to please a man."
He looked into her beautiful young face and thought that no man had ever been more pleased!