Kimberly Knotts was a young high school girl. She was bright, bubbly, and beautiful. Her grades were excellent, most of the good college’s wanted her, and several offered scholarships. Things looked promising for the ‘Most Likely To Succeed’.
That is, until she met Allen Pepper. He was known around town as Pep, and the local bad boy. Pep was one of those kids blessed with good looks, wore a black tee shirt, a red poplin jacket with the collar flipped up, and shades…even at night. Naturally, a cigarette dangled precariously from his full lips most of the time.
Pep was also bright, but dropped out of school to pursue a life as a ‘roadie’ for the rock group, ‘Toxic’, and it was one of those road trips that took the band to Hempstead, Texas, a small bedroom community outside Houston, and right into the path of Kimberly.Knotts
It was love at first sight, if one believes in such things, and once they had a long make out session under the bleachers, it was all over for Kimberly. Fortunately, it happened after she graduated from Hempstead High, so at least she had her diploma in hand before his cock.
It broke her parents heart when ‘Toxic’ took off for Albuquerque, with their only daughter in tow, but she was of legal age, and they were powerless to stop her. Young love, especially first loves are hard to stop.
Kimberly soon realized life on the road with a heavy metal band wasn’t as glamorous as she expected. She also realized she wasn’t just Peps girl, she was everyones.
Lace, another roadie and bubble gum slut clued her in. “Yeah, hon. It’s the life. We belong to them, and they belong to us.” The pink bubble burst over her pink lips as the tour bus roared down Hwy 280.
The next thing young Kimberly knew, the bubble gum was in her mouth, along with Lace’s tongue. Kimberly had never kissed a girl, but enjoyed the smoky bubble gum flavor of the kiss and wanted more. With aching nipples and a throbbing clit, she pulled the dark eyed, blue haired Lace down to the floor of the bus, where they finger fucked each other to powerful climaxes.
Lace was the first of many hot young girls that Kimberly pleasured. She became hooked on the adrenaline rush that came with life on the road, and serviced “‘Toxic’ with great enthusiasm.
Weekends were best. At the end of the night’s performance, the band collected arm loads of hot, eager females to join them at their hotel. That’s where the real performances were, and young Kimberly quickly became the star. The band members took turns fucking the pig tailed teen, while she slurped on a hot cock or warm pussy, it didn’t matter much.
For the first time in her life, she felt wanted. What she didn’t feel was loved. Pep and Lace were spending more and more time together, which left Kimberly up for grabs, both on the bus and off for the next four months.
Then on a routine stop in Bakersfield, Kimberly stepped off the bus and away from ‘Toxic’, without so much as a word. It was over. She had to go.
So, armed with her duffle bag, a small rolling suitcase containing her Marlboros and Jack Daniels, Hempstead High’s ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ , raised her thumb and walked down Hwy 99 headed for nowhere in particular.
Dragging her suitcase over the dirt and rocks along the side of the road was difficult and after a mile or so, she gave up. She sat on the suitcase and piled her long hair on top of her head loosely, then lit a cigarette and waited. And waited. Hwy 99 was pretty desolate and seldom traveled since I-5 came in a few years ago, and the only people that used it then were treasure hunters, rock climbers, and wayward tourists.
Several cars went by, but none hit their brakes. About an hour, and four cigarettes later, a red Cadillac convertible pulled over and honked. Kimberly flipped her cigarette in the cactus, grabbed her unwieldy suitcase, slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and ran to the idling beast fearing it would take off without her. She was relieved when she noticed the brake lights were still on as she got closer.
She grinned as she tossed her bags in the back seat.
The driver was a handsome middle aged man in his mid to late forties, well groomed and smartly dressed.
“You’re welcome Miss. Where are you headed?” He asked while leaning over and opening the door.
“Honestly, I haven’t a clue. I’m not from around here and really don’t know where I am or where I’m going. As long as it’s away from…”
The handsome man dropped the red finned beast in gear and roared off, spitting sand and rocks in its wake.
“I gotcha hon. You’re not a run-a-way are you?”
Kimberly lit a fresh cigarette and replied, “Not from home no. Just running. I should have asked. Is it okay to smoke?”
The wind knocked her hair down and covered part of her face. She brushed it to the side with her fingers and smiled at the handsome stranger who was clearly checking her out.
“I was about to have one myself hon. No problem. So what are you running from?” The man shook a cigarette from his pack and lit it.
She thought about the question. Was she running from Pep, the band, the life? A smile opened as she replied, “Not running from anything in particular. I guess I’m running to something.”
“Ahh. Family? A boyfriend perhaps?”
“No family that I know of. No boyfriend, either. At least, I haven’t met him, yet.”
The man smiled, “Gotcha. So you think he’s up the road somewhere. You kinda remind me of my daughter. Something betters always up the road. Ran off twice so far. But, maybe your luck will be better.”
Luck. Kimberly and luck were now strangers. She thought she was lucky that Pep picked her from the screaming crowds and offered her a way out of her boring life. But, life on the road had taken so many twists and turns, she now just felt used and abused. Maybe her luck would be better…up the road.
“Let’s hope so. My names Kimberly . What’s yours?”
“Oscar. Oscar Magillacuty.”
Kimberly dragged hard on her cigarette, “Nice to meet ya. What do you do Oscar?” then tossed it on the road.
“Nice to meet you, Kimberly . I sell womens lingerie to retail stores. That’s where I’m headed now.”
Kimberly grinned, “Cool. So you carry samples or just show stuff from a catalog?”
“I carry samples, hon. But, I do have a catalog if they ask for something I don’t happen to have with me. A guy has to be prepared.”
Oscar Magillacuty was one of those guys that planned and prepared everything. However, he certainly wasn’t prepared for Kimberly Knotts. He caught himself daydreaming while she laid her head against his shoulder and took a nap. What kind of girl was this? She didn’t seem trashy, and he couldn’t help but notice how fresh and clean her hair smelled just under his nose.
He lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the seat just behind her neck. Kimberly sighed when she felt his bare arm under her hair. She eased her head to his arm. It felt good to have a mans flesh pressed on hers.
“Hmm. This feels nice, Oscar.”
Oscar felt a stirring in his groin. He wanted her. She was young, beautiful, and all indications were that she was not only doable, but willing. He wanted to be sure and inched his hand to the side of her face and caressed it softly.
“Oh, that feels even better, babe.”
She reached up and took his fingers and rubbed them over her red lips. Oscars cock stiffened in his slacks and got even stiffer when she slipped his fingers in her warm mouth and sucked them. While it felt good, and she was getting him rock hard, he felt guilty since he did have a daughter about her age.
He pulled his fingers from her lips, “Kimberly ?” but she held them close and kissed his fingertips.
She breathed, “Yes, baby?” to the palm of his hand before kissing it.
Oscar grunted, “Uh, we can’t…you know.”
Kimberly reached for the tent in his slacks and rubbed it with the flat of her hand.
“Yes, we can. Pull over.”
When a super hot young girl has a mans cock in her hand, the man will do whatever she says. Oscar Magillaguty was no different. He pulled over at the first rest stop and parked under a cabana and switched off the ignition.
“Kimberly . Listen, hon. Let’s think about this.”
Kimberly leaned to him and kissed his neck while rubbing the outline of his thick cock. She already had visions of it and how it would feel in her mouth.
“Oh, you’re reluctant? Fuck, that turns me on, baby.”
She un-zipped his slacks and pulled his heavy cock out. It was swelling and throbbing in her small hand. Pre-cum had pooled at the tip. Her tongue lapped at it hungrily. Drawing his foreskin down as far as it would go, she feasted on the tender flesh below his wide rim.
Oscar leaned back and watched her red lips wrap his cock and felt her tongue swirling over his shaft. Her hand squeezed and rubbed it up and down. He looked around at the desolate rest stop and satisfied there were no prying eyes, held the top of her head and fucked her young mouth slowly. She moaned on his shaft and the vibration drove him wild. He began arching his back and bucking hard. His cock slipped down her throat and she moaned hard, grabbed his balls and squeezed them until he couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh, God!” He shouted as his cock spurted over and over, filling the hot teens young mouth. The cum that wasn’t swallowed seeped from her lips and dripped from her chin.
“Fuck, baby! That was great! Let’s have a cigarette and let your battery charge.”
Oscar smiled, “Oh, my battery is just fine, honey” then opened the door, slipped his forearms under her and carried her to the picnic table a few feet away. He sat her down gently, looked around again, and dropped his slacks to his shoe tops. Kimberly hooked her thumbs in her shorts and panties and pulled them to her knees. Oscar grabbed them and jerked them over her feet, then dropped them on the bench.
She kissed him hard so he could taste his own cum from her lips, then whispered, “Eat my hot pussy baby.”
He lifted her legs just under her knees and shoved her to her back.
“Oh, fuck…I’ll help ya, baby!”
Kimberly grabbed her knees and held them over her shoulders exposing her perfect pussy and tiny asshole to him. Oscar wasted no time. He dragged his tongue from her asshole to her clit over and over while holding her pussy lips wide open with his thumbs. Her juices trickled on his lips. She began rolling her hips to match his rhythm. She had one tiny orgasm after another, waiting for the big one she knew was coming soon.
Oscar was an experienced lover and knew exactly what she needed. He began finger fucking her while sucking her clit, and it didn’t take long for Kimberly to go over the edge. Her legs shook violently, her cunt clamped tight around his fingers, and she felt a gushing sensation as her cum shot out from her in streams.
Gasping, she cried out, “Yes…Yes…Oh, fuck YES!” then relaxed her legs and let it go.
He gulped and swallowed. She moaned and groaned.
“Wonderful, daddy…now fuck me!”
She dropped her legs and scooted her wet pussy right to his stiff cock. He arched his back and drove his big cock to her cervix with the first stroke. She thought he was splitting her in half, but hooked her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and all he had to do was stay hard and stand still. Hempstead’s ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ was now in charge.
Their hips slammed together. Their pelvic bones crashed hard. Her pussy squished as she fucked this handsome stranger until his knees buckled and he grabbed the concrete table so he wouldn’t fall. His cock convulsed inside her splashing his thick cream to her core. Her passion overwhelmed her and she kissed him hard while milking his cock with her little pussy.
He laid her back on the table as his cock slipped from her dripping cunt, then bent at the waist and laid on her never breaking from the kiss of his life. They broke from the kiss with a gasp.
“I’ve never been kissed that like in my life. You made me cum so fucking hard just by kissing me!”
Oscar looked at the table. It was covered with her juices.
They stepped to the restroom and cleaned one another.
Once outside, Kimberly asked as she lit a cigarette, “Where to now, baby?”
“I’m headed for San Francisco, honey. Would you like to come with me?”
Smoke poured from her mouth, “Is that up the road, baby?”
Oscar opened her door, something Pep had never done, “As a matter of fact…it is.”
She slid in and replied, “On one condition.”
He walked around the front of the red beast and shouted over the windshield, “Yeah? What’s that?”
“That you love me.”
During the drive to San Francisco, Kimberly learned that Oscar did have a daughter, but never married her mother.
Once they arrived, they began working together, with her modeling the lingerie, and him taking orders. Their business grew, as well as their love for each other.
They married, bought a home, opened their own boutique, and now have children of their own.
Yes, Kimberly and her future were truly, ‘up the road’.