Cindy drove several miles past the river where she and the twins often met to fuck. She passed the crossroads where her dad had bought the six-pack of beer on the day her mother had left. She was dressed in her usual driving clothes – bikini-sized shorts and a blouse tied up like a halter – and as she drove farther along the deserted road, she was tempted to remove all her clothes and drive stark-naked.
She'd been out driving for over a half-hour and no cars had passed her. Within moments after she'd made this observation, she spotted a car parked on the road shoulder.
Cindy slowed down as she approached. Two young men in suit pants, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and loosened ties, were struggling to change a flat tire. Strands of their slicked-down hair had come unglued and dangled over their sweat-beaded foreheads.
Cindy pegged them immediately. Her mother had allowed more traveling evangelists into the house than flies, and Cindy had spent months of her life listening to them drone on about sin and hell and about how everybody in the world was damned except themselves and a few hundred other chosen believers. Cindy could spot traveling evangelists a mile away.
She pulled the pick-up off the road in back of their jacked-up car. She had a wicked, idea. The two men stared at her as she climbed down out of the truck. Their eyes swept from the top of her blonde head to the tips of her bare toes, and their faces reddened.
"You guys having trouble?"
"Flat tire," said the shorter, somewhat chubby young man.
"Need help?"
"No ma'am," said the taller, a gangly young man with a smile. "The Lord helps them that helps themselves, you know."
Cindy smirked at his calling her ma'am. He wasn't older than she was. The chubby guy looked older than the gangly one, but not by much.
"Mind if I watch, then?"
The men frowned, shrugged, and went back to work.
Cindy leaned against the front of the pickup, her tits thrust high and nearly falling out of the open top of her blouse, one leg raised and bent at the knee, her heel resting on the bumper.
The young man glanced at her as they worked. Their hands fumbled incompetently. They got in each other's way. Sweat trickled down their cheeks.
"You sure you can't use some help?" Cindy asked. "I live on a farm, you know. I have experience with machines."
Cindy slid down next to the chubby man and took the tire wrench out of his hands.
The two men stood up and moved away from her.
Cindy made a futile attempt to loosen the nuts on the tire rim. "You guys should have loosened these before you jacked up the car."
"Changing tires isn't women's work," the gangly young man said. "What would you know about it?"
"More than you," Cindy said. "By the way, what is women's work? This, maybe?"
She dropped the wrench and reached up to grope the crotches of the two men. As she suspected, the cocks of both, evangelists were hard. She squeezed them and grinned.
The men jumped away, but not before Cindy had managed a good feel. The open mouths of both men were quivering.
"What's the matter? Don't you like having your cocks felt up by a farm-girl?" She made another grab at the chubby one's cock.
"Come no further, temptress!" he said. He held up his hand as if trying to ward off a vampire.
"Vixen!" the gangly man gasped. "She-devil! Repent, lest ye burn forever in everlasting fire."
"Everlasting fire!" Cindy groaned. "Hell can't be much hotter than this weather today. I guess when I get there I'll just have to shuck off my clothes and get more comfortable – like this."
She rose up and began undressing.
The two men looked as if they'd spilt blood vessels in their brains. They looked at each other as if each expected the other to say something, or do something.
Cindy stretched luxuriously.
"That feels so much better," she said. "You guys wanna fuck this farm-girl?"
She bent over, turned up her ass, and reached back to spread apart her pussylips and asscheeks.
"You can have pussy or ass, take your pick. Or, if you'd prefer a blow-job…" She glanced over her shoulder at the men and licked her lips.
The chubby man unzipped his pants. He was panting like a lust-crazed bull.
"Warren, what are you doing?" the gangly man asked.
"Shut up!" the chubby one gasped. He yanked his rigid cock out of his pants. It was dripping pre-cum.
"It's a big one!" Cindy squealed with delight. "Plug it in me, boy!"
She wiggled her ass and waited for the man to mount her.
He fumbled as much trying to get his cock into Cindy's pussy as he had trying to loosen the nuts on the tire rim, and Cindy finally grabbed his prick and guided it into place.
"I can see you've had about as much experience fucking girls as you've had changing tires," she said.
"Shut up!" the man moaned.
With a thrust, he buried his cock in her cunt to the hilt. He grabbed her ass and started to fuck, sliding his cock in and out. Sweat rolled off his face and dripped on Cindy's ass.
"Oh!" he moaned. "Ohhhh?"
"That feels good!" Cindy gasped. "Drive it in, boy, make me feel it!"
The man banged against her ass, jolting her, making her gasp. Her pussyjuices dripped from his cock, soiling his suit pants and running down her legs. His cock made squishy noises inside her. He grunted like a bull.
Cindy's toes clutched against the sandy road. She braced her hands on her knees and churned her ass. Her tits flapped.
"For a man of the cloth, you sure can fuck," she said.
"Shut up?" the chubby man shouted. "I mean it!"
He slapped her ass viciously.
"Ouch! Damn it!" Cindy exclaimed. She tightened her pussy and tried to skin the man's cock alive.
The man's cock turned to red-hot steel. He fucked in a frenzy, hugging Cindy's loins. As Cindy churned her cunt on his cock, he exploded inside her, jerking and convulsing.
"Uhhhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhhh!"
"Squirt it!" Cindy greened, contracting her cunt with each throb of the man's cock. "Mmmm, I love that feeling! Cream me!"
The man fucked until his cock and body went limp, then he fell away from her like a rag doll. He staggered a few steps and collapsed.
Cindy laughed at him.
"Next," she said.
The gangly young man had pulled his long, skinny cock out of his pants and was squeezing it rhythmically. He looked dazed and drunk.
"Well, come on, preacher!" Cindy gasped. "Get it while it's hot!"
She spread her asscheeks and wiggled her ass at him. The chubby evangelist's cum was dribbling from her cunt and down her legs.
"Come on, fuck a horny farm-girl! I know it's something you've always wanted to do!"
The man stumbled toward her and drove his cock against her crotch. His cock slipped in to the hilt. He started fucking instantly.
"Oh my Lord!" he gasped. "Oh Jesus!" Cindy giggled. "I ain't Jesus, honey, I'm Cindy! Oooh, move that hard thing!"
The young man fucked. Cindy let him bong her pussy till she could tell he was getting close, then she jerked away and disengaged herself from his cock.
"Heck!" he gasped.
He mounted her again, but Cindy grabbed his cock before he could ram it up her cunt and guided it between her asscheeks. The evangelist thrust, and his cock disappeared up Cindy's asshole in one smooth movement.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Cindy tightened her asshole, manipulating his cock as he fucked her.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh baby!"
"Yes!" the evangelist grunted. "Yes! Yes!" Cindy's tits flapped. She groaned with each hard thrust. She reached between her legs and started beating off her pussy.
"Perverts!" the chubby preacher shouted. He jumped up and tried to yank his companion off Cindy's ass. "Stop it! This is bad!"