Roadside Attraction
By Montrose
About a girl selling watermelons and cherries

These fruit and veggie stands popup up all over the country from spring through fall. This 
summer day I found myself on a long road trip for business. Driving through one small 
town where I had already made my stop I found a wooden shack operated by a young 
girl. The faded painted letters on the sign over her head read “Try my Melons and 
Cherries!”

How could I resist? How could I say no? Not me.

I pulled over and got out. Of course she greeted me with a big smile. She stood up and 
came over to see if I had questions. I was stunned speechless. She seemed used to the 
reaction and just let me look her over as I got my tongue back. She was 1/2 a head taller 
than me and as well rounded as the melons in her stand. She could have been smuggling 
two of the biggest in her tight bit of shirt. The poor fabric was stretched to its limit over 
her massive rack and dangled half way down her well toned abdomen exposing her 
tempting belly button above her faded, threadbare jean cut-offs. The long curly hair on 
her head was natural blonde. I could tell by the sight of blonde curls sticking out of the 
bottom of those scant cut-offs. She was barefoot.

I ran my eyes back up her firm, tan legs, past the rounded hips, pausing at her luscious 
tummy and breasts once again before making it all the way back up to those full lips and 
intelligent, piercing blue eyes. Through a cock-eyed smile she asks, “Can I help you, 
stranger?”

As she spoke she sort of turned her frame this way and that, giving me a view of the 
entire assembly in motion. Here I was almost ready to speak again and then she had to 
take my breath away all over again!

“Damn…” It escaped my lips as a gasp, but she heard it.

Now she broke out into a full smile.

“Don’t they have girls where you come from?”

“Well… I thought they did.” I said, finding my voice. “But I may be mistaken. I have 
never seen anything like you before.” It was meant to butter her up, but it was true 
enough as well. Sure I’ve seen tall women before, even tall stacked women. But this 
young lady had something else.

There was a power to her stance and her being. Hell, the power in her arms and torso was 
obvious enough. This girl had to work out big time to get that solid. And as I looked 
closer at how solid she was I began to realize, her arm was bigger as mine!

She saw me looking at her bare bicep. She tucked a melon up in the crick of her arm and 
flexed. Her bicep budged into that hapless melon and obliterated it. The sweet juice 
soaked into her shirt making it stick to her tits. The wind rushed through and threw her 
nipples into high beam hardness. She chuckled as I stood with my mouth open.

Suddenly, she pulled me into the booth and dropped the awning. When that awning came 
down to form the front wall, we were standing in a small room packed with cherries and 
melons. There was barely room for that amazon and me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Don’t you wanna taste my cherry?” She asked as she slid her cut-offs down to the dirt.

She leaned back on a stool and pulled me into her arms. Her hands were all over me, 
ripping my shirt to shreds and ripping my pants off. I was still in shock and a bit 
frightened, but my lap-snake was hard as stone.

She moaned in appreciation when my hard cock rubbed across her blond bush. She 
humped her hips into it, crushing me into her body – getting what she wanted.

“It gets pretty damn boring on the edge of this hick town.” She whispered. “I can’t do this 
with the local boys. A girl would get a reputation.”

Then she shoved me to my knees and mashed my face into her groin. I began to see I had 
no choices in this game of hers. I was there to fulfill her desires. My healthy fear of her 
power made me get started, but my lust for her also played a roll. I enjoyed driving her to 
climax with my tongue… making her soak down that old wood stool she sat on as it 
creaked and groaned under her.

Now and then I heard cars drive by, reminding me that we were right next to a main 
street in broad daylight. Bits of light slanted through knotholes into the sweet smelling 
hut. Did local boys ever sneak up and peak in at the big wonder girl at times like this? I 
decided this stranger would give them a show if they did. 

I tried to stand to get my cock back into the game but she didn’t let me. She pushed me 
back to me knees and whispered, “More.”

I obliged.

Finally, when my tongue felt like it would fall out she pulled me up, not just to my feet, 
but off the ground. She picked me up and flipped me onto the huge pile of cherries on the 
stand. I lay on them like a bed as she climbed up on top of me. She mounted me, slipping 
my solid tool deep into her quim. Then she proceeded to mash those cherries with our 
bodies. I must have gotten two quarts of cherry jam up my ass as she pounded down on 
me!

Pits and stems stuck to my red flesh. She grabbed a big gob of the goo from between our 
legs and she stuffed it into my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty all at once. Delicious. 

I fought with her – fucking up into her like I was trying to break free. But I knew I 
couldn’t. She held me down in that wet pile as I humped up for all I was worth. When I 
came, she drove down onto me with her entire body, submerging me in the mashed red 
pulp during my entire orgasm.

Panting, she pulled me back up. I gulped gobs of cherry as she wiped a bit off her face 
with a towel. Then she pointed to her feet and looked sternly at me. I struggled down to 
my knees. “Good boy.” She whispered. And I cleaned her all the way up, licking and 
swallowing every juicy bit. I nibbled pits and stems out of her ass crack and swallowed 
all the goo running down her legs. I lifted each heavy bosom and cleaner her down to the 
youthful skin. I was full to bursting with cherry.

Violently and suddenly she punched into a watermelon. When she pulled her hand out it 
was full of the meat of the melon. As I knelt before her she offered me that handful, and I 
ate it. It cleared the thick red cherry taste and was quite refreshing.

Then she lifted me again, this time turning me backwards and bending me on top of a pile 
of watermelons. She pushed me around like a toy… like a baby. She ran her had up and 
down my cherry stained ass. “Hmmm…. Nice.” She mumbled. Then she forcefully 
stuffed two of her long thick finger up my ass.

GOD did it hurt! I wasn’t used to it! I yelled! But she crushed my face into the melon 
pile. Painfully, my face broke open a melon and it felt like I would drown in the watery 
meat inside. I kicked and struggled, but her fingers were joined by a third, forcing my 
anus to the breaking point.

By blowing out and eating I managed clear out a spot for air, but I dared not scream 
again.

“Don’t you like it, party boy?” she snarled down at me as she stuffed her fourth finger up 
my ass. She was wiggling her hand to get her knuckles in too.

I could only grunt in pain as a reply.

“You want some more of my melons in your face?” she asked. Then she pulled my head 
up and smashed it down again, breaking several more melons. Again I was in danger of 
drowning. As I was under she managed to get her thumb and then entire hand up my ass. 
For the first time in my life I was being ass fucked and it was by an entire fist.

She rammed, punching up inside of me. I tried to beg for mercy, but could only grunt into 
the melon flesh. 

When she was done with her fun I fell to the dirt. She sat down on me, pinning me 
schoolgirl style. She broke another melon, crushing it in her bare hands and cleaned her 
hands in the meat, letting the debris fall onto my face.

“And how will you be paying for all this today, sir?” she asked sweetly. “I take cash or 
Visa.” By then she had my wallet out of my discarded pants. “You only have $286.” She 
said through pouting lips. “Not nearly enough. I’ll just ring up the rest on your plastic.”

She reached up for the machine, crunched my card through it without writing an amount, 
and then told me to sign.

I did.

She pulled back on her clothes which were stained but intact. Mine were rags so she 
tossed them into my trunk. She stuffed me naked and cherry covered into my front seat. I 
sat tenderly on my fragile anus.

“It’s been fun stranger. When you come back again be sure to stop by… but have more 
cash next time.” She added in a whisper. 

Sheepishly I promised I would. And oddly enough, I meant it. She was that damn good.

“Thank for buying up my crop!” she yelled as I pealed out of there.