Small Town Life

Unlike the song, I was not born in a small town.

It was quite the culture shock going from a major city to a surrounding suburb to a small town in the middle of nowhere, all in the matter of a few years. There is another, neighboring town right next to this one, but then the next nearest one is about ten miles away, with farms and National or State parks separating them. A few of the farms are Amish, and it's not at all unusual to see their buggies and farmstands on the sides of the roads. There are probably as many hunting shacks as there are family homes in the area. Social life usually revolves around the couple of bars and the Friday fish fry. Not quite the, "everybody knows everybody and their business," small, but close enough. I came here because I needed peace.

I found a nice little house at the end of an oxbow bend in a river, one of five houses on the bend. The deck at the back of the house had a beautiful view of the river, the bend, and the small island separating the two. For some reason there was a separate dirt road that led to my house, apart from the main one that leads to all five, which is the road that I used.

A few days after I moved in a made a list of supplies that I needed and headed out to the big box stores. Unfortunately, they were an hour away, and at least a half hour apart, so I left early, while it was still dark out. I was most of the way there when I saw a minivan on the shoulder on the opposite side of the road, with a woman sitting on the ground at the far side. Dimly lit by the van's dome light, it looked like she was crying. I made a quick U-turn and pulled up behind her and got out of the truck, immediately noticing the flat tire on the passenger side rear.

"Hi. Are you ok?" I asked. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

As I got closer, I saw that she was in her middle/late 20's, a little on the heavier side, with a little baby sleeping in the back seat, and the van was packed to the rafters. Her long brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants. She looked up at me and continued crying, so I got closer and crouched down. "Is it because of your flat tire?" I asked softly.

She sobbed and nodded her head. "I... I... I can't get to the spare!" she cried, in a southern drawl. "I have everything on top of it, and I can't get to it!" I looked at the tire and then looked back at her. I introduced myself, and in between sobs she told me her name was Sally.

She started bawling again, and went on to tell me how she was running from a drunk, abusive husband. She had been planning on leaving him for a while, waiting for the right time, and when he came home drunk and screaming the night before, she barricaded herself and her baby in the baby's room until he passed out, when she took the baby and left. She'd been on the road for almost six hours and was on her way to her father's house. Between the stress and the fear, and now the tire going flat and the prospect of having to dig out the back of the van to get to the spare, she broke down.

"Well, digging out the back isn't a problem," I told her. "I'll be right back." I got up and went to my truck, returning a few seconds later with a can of fix-a-flat. I took a look at her tire, and then explained how it works. She took a second, and then it sunk in. "Will this get me to my papa's?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I told her as I stood. I offered her my hand and helped her up.

"Oh my gawd! Thank you so much!" she cried, hugging me. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and held her soft, curvy body. "You're like a knight in shining armor!"

I laughed and held her as she started sobbing again. I definitely didn't feel like a "knight in shining armor" as I started responding to the feel of her big breasts squished against my stomach. "I wouldn't go that far," I told her.

"Seriously," she said softly, sniffling as she looked up at me. "I don't know what I would have done of you hadn't come along."

"You would have..." I started to say, before she pulled my head down and kissed me. She whimpered softly as she slid her tongue into my mouth and held me closer. She gasped and whimpered louder when she felt me rising and pressing against her belly, and I pulled back.

"Sally, I'm sorry," I said, not wanting to let her go. It had been too long since I had sex, and my body responded to the stimulation accordingly.

"Don't be," she replied, pulling me back and sliding a hand down to my ass.

"Whew!" I breathed a few seconds later, as I pulled back from her. "Sally, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a bit older than you," I told her.

"Well fortunately for you, I like older men," she replied softly, in her sexy drawl. "And this doesn't feel like you object very much," she said, slipping a hand in between us and wrapping her hand around my hard shaft. "Oh wow!" she breathed.

"Oh geez," I moaned.

"Also fortunately for both of us, my mama always told me to show proper respect for my elders, and also to repay any kindness of strangers," she continued.

The sun was starting to rise as she gave me one more squeeze. "Do your magic on my tire, and then follow me and I'll show you some magic of my own," she told me.

Stunned, and horny as all hell, I quickly had her tired filled and ready to go. I jumped in my truck and we were soon headed back in the direction I had just come. A few minutes later she made a turn down a dirt road and soon pulled over.

As Sally got out of her van, I noticed that she left it running, but she had also taken off her bra. Her big breasts bounced and sagged, and long, thick nipples pressed against her shirt as she walked towards me. "This looks like a good place," she said.

She grabbed me and pulled me in for another kiss, and then pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. "You like my titties?" she asked, lifting them and giggling in a little girl's voice. I watched as she squeezed them and pinched her nipples.

"Very nice!" I told her. "Sally, you don't have to do this," I told her. Letting her tits drop, she stepped closer again. "I'm old enough to be your father."

"Kurt, you are the nicest man I have come across in a long time," she told me, speaking softly. "I would still be sitting there crying my little eyes out if you hadn't stopped." She reached her hand down again, grasping my refilling pole. "And you are not my father. But you can be my daddy!" she added, giggling. "I've always had a thing for older men, and I'm suddenly very horny!" she said, as she slowly knelt. "I WANT to do this! For both of us!"

I've never gotten into the whole, "daddy" thing, but I had to admit that right now, with it coming out in her little southern girl drawl, I was rock hard.

She looked up at me and bit her lower lip as she reached up and unbuttoned my pants. She let my shorts drop around my ankles and she giggled again as she looked at the bulge staring her in the face, held back by a thin layer of fabric. I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and started slowly pulling them down. My hard cock brushed against her nose as it sprung up free and she gasped.

"Oh wow!" she whispered. I was silently thanking myself for taking a "weekend warrior/daddy's little helper," little yellow pill with my vitamins, planning on exercising my right hand a couple of times over the weekend. As weird as the situation was, this was better. Much better!

"Oh shit!" I moaned as she slid her cupid's bow lips down my thickness. She moaned in response, slowly taking me as deep as she could. She bobbed her head a couple of times, trying to take me deeper before tightening her lips and slowly pulling back, until my head popped from her lips.

"I'm sorry for making you come out in the middle of the night to come save me, stepdaddy," she said in her little girl voice. "This is the least I can do to thank you!" She then plunged her face down my length. "I promise not to tell mommy!" she giggled, sliding back again.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as she took me deep again, making herself gag. I don't know why, but the situation had me worked up and I took control. I held her head firmly and started fucking her face, and she reached up and grabbed onto my ass cheeks, moaning so loud I could feel it in my balls. After a few seconds I pulled back and swung my hips, slapping her face with my wet cock. "Get up," I growled, as I pulled her up.

"What's the matter daddy? Don't I suck your big dick good?" she asked, pouting.

"Oh, you did great, little girl," I told her. "If I'm only going to have time to cum once, I want to fuck you!"

Sally squealed happily as I turned her towards the back of her van, and to tease me she bent over, thrusting her ass back at me as she opened the tailgate. Looking at me over her shoulder, she pushed her yoga pants and underwear down over her round ass. "Come and get me, stepdaddy!" she giggled.

"What about your little girl?" I asked as I softly stroked her full, soft ass cheek.

"Oh, she's out," she said, moaning and pushing her ass back at me. "That little girl can sleep through a bomb! Now come bomb this little girl!"

Laughing, I stepped closer and pulled her pants down to her knees. Sally moaned as I slid the head of my cock through her wetness and lined it up with her seeping hole.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as I thrust forward, burying myself deep in one push. "Fuck, you're big, daddy!" I stood still, letting her get used to me, until she started moving her hips. I started slowly sliding back and forth, in and out of her warm, tight pussy.

"Such a tight little pussy!" I said as I pushed in.

"Such a big, thick cock!" she moaned in reply. I started sliding back and forth faster, making her big ass bounce. She moaned and started pushing back, and I reached around and grabbed her swinging breasts.

"Oh yesss! Squeeze my titties! Make me squirt my baby milk!" she gasped. I started massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples as I fucked her harder, and she soon started making a high-pitched, almost whiny moan. "Oh my goddddd!" she moaned as she started squirting the boxes in front of her, leaving a trail of milk running down them.

"Oh god! I'm cumming!" she whimpered. "Ohgodohgodohgod!" I let go of her breasts and grabbed her ass cheeks, and started fucking her faster, bouncing off of her big ass. "Ooohhhhhhhh!" I felt her pussy squeezing my rod as I fucked her harder, and her body shook. She collapsed forward, leaning into the boxes, and I slammed into her, burying myself and making her yelp. "Oh my god!" she moaned softly. I squeezed her ass cheeks and started slowly sliding back and forth again.

"Holy crap!" she gasped. "You haven't cum yet?" I took a couple of full strokes and she moaned.

"Not yet," I told her. "I'm close though!" Just then her daughter started stirring, and Sally straightened up.

"Mama's right here, baby," she said as she squeezed down on me. She then gently pushed me back and turned to me. "Give me one second," she whispered, kissing me. "Go to your truck."

I watched as she pulled her pants most of the way up and put her shirt back on, and then went to the open side door. "It's ok baby," I heard her say. "Mama's just thanking the nice man for fixing our car. I'll be right back, and then we go to pawpaw's!"

Sally then ran back to me, big tits bouncing, where she found me keeping myself hard. "God, that's a beautiful cock!" she said, looking down. "Ok, hurry up and finish! I can't leave you like this!" She then pulled her pants back down and got into the passenger seat, laying back and facing me with her legs spread.

"Come on, stepdaddy! Finish your little girl!"

I shook my head and stepped onto my running board, lined myself up, and slowly slid all the way in. "Oh fuck, you feel good!" she moaned. "Hurry!" I started fucking her, and I told her to play with herself.

"Play with your pussy. Squeeze those big tits," I told her as I pumped. Sally moaned loudly and started rubbing her clit while she pinched her thick nipples through her t-shirt. "Mmmmm! That's so hot!" I moaned, as I started fucking her faster.

"Yes! So good!" she moaned, rubbing herself faster. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me good, daddy! Fuck me harder!" I growled and started slamming into her, and I reached my hand down to her chest. She pinched her nipple and pulled on it, and I pinched the other one and pulled hard. "Oh shit! Yes! Fuck me daddy! Pinch my nipple! Fuck me hard!"

As I looked over the top of the truck, I saw a young Amish couple about fifty yards away on a rise, watching us. Judging by the way he was standing behind her, hands on her breasts, they had snuck out for a little fun themselves and found some live entertainment. This had to be better than watching the livestock. I hoped.

I looked back down just as Sally came again, and she soaked the front of her shirt with her milk, and her pussy flowed with her juices and splashed with my every thrust. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I moaned as I pounded her harder.

"Yes! Cum with me daddy! Cum!" she yelled. A few seconds later I slammed into her, bellowing loud so the voyeurs could hear as my balls emptied deep into her.

"Oh Kurt! Oh daddy!" she screeched.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I bucked into her as our orgasms swept over us, our moans mingling.

"Oh shit!" I gasped. I could feel her pussy walls spasming, squeezing and milking my deflating shaft as we caught our breath.

"Oh my god! So much better!" she whined.

I soon felt myself slipping out of her and into the cool morning air. Sally took a couple of deep breaths and then sat up, getting out of the truck and pulling her pants back up. "I'm gonna be feeling that all day!" she said brightly. "Thank you!" I laughed and thanked her in return, and then watched her ass as she started waddling back to her van.

"Wait!" she said, running to her van and coming back with her purse. She then pulled out a pen and piece of paper and scribbled down her phone number. "Here!" she said, placing the paper in my hand. "Call me! I'll be in Friendly!" She was going to be in the same town!

I shook my head as I walked around to get into the truck, and as I looked up, I could see the Amish couple laying on the ground, fucking away. 'What kind of Twilight Zone did I move to?' I wondered as I started my truck back up. 'And we're going to be in the same town?'