Jenna’s car died on a dirt road deep in the hills, engine coughing once before it went silent. She was twenty-three, city clothes already sticking to her skin from the heat, when she spotted the old pickup rumbling toward her. The driver climbed out, tall and broad in faded overalls, boots caked in mud. Tits strained against the denim, but a heavy bulge ran down one leg of the pants. Ruby, she said her name was. Hill folk through and through. She looked Jenna over, spat tobacco, and offered a ride back to her place to call for help.
The cabin was small, one room with a wood stove and a big iron bed. Ruby poured whiskey. They drank. Jenna kept staring at the way Ruby’s overalls tented when she sat down and spread her legs. “You keep lookin’ at my dick like you want it,” Ruby said, voice rough and direct. She unhooked the straps, let the overalls drop. A thick, veined cock swung free, half-hard already, heavy balls hanging beneath. No tits under the shirt, just flat muscle and that fat piece of meat.
Jenna’s mouth went dry. She dropped to her knees without being told. Ruby grabbed a fistful of her hair and fed her the cock. “Suck it proper, city girl.” Jenna opened wide, tongue sliding under the head, tasting salt and sweat. Ruby fucked her mouth slow at first, then harder, balls slapping Jenna’s chin. Spit ran down her neck. Jenna gagged but kept taking it, throat working around the shaft until her eyes watered.
Ruby pulled out, yanked Jenna up, and bent her over the table. She ripped Jenna’s shorts down and spat on her asshole. “This what you came out here for?” One thick finger pushed inside, then two. Jenna moaned, pushing back. Ruby lined up that heavy cock and drove in. No slow stretch, just one long thrust until her hips slapped Jenna’s ass. Jenna cried out, pussy dripping untouched while Ruby pounded her ass raw. The table creaked. Ruby’s balls swung and smacked Jenna’s wet cunt with every stroke.
They moved to the bed. Ruby stripped the rest of the way, climbed on top, and shoved her cock back into Jenna’s stretched hole. She fucked like she worked the land, hard and steady, grunting dirty shit: “Take that hillbilly dick, girl. Your ass was made for this.” Jenna came first, clenching around the shaft, juices soaking the sheets. Ruby didn’t stop. She flipped Jenna onto her back, hooked her legs over her shoulders, and drilled deeper. The bed slammed the wall. Ruby’s tits bounced with the force. She reached down and rubbed Jenna’s clit while she fucked her, making her come again, harder.
Ruby pulled out at the end, stroked that thick cock over Jenna’s open mouth, and shot thick ropes across her tongue and face. Jenna swallowed what she could, licked the rest off Ruby’s fingers when they were offered. They lay there breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin. Ruby lit a cigarette, passed it over. “Storm’s comin’. You ain’t goin’ nowhere tonight.” Jenna smiled around the filter, already reaching down to stroke Ruby’s cock back to life. The hills were quiet except for the sound of the bed starting to creak again.
