Twenty-four-years old. 

     "Pull over," Mandy said. "Let's go fuck in the muck and the mud." 

     She was serious, too. 

     Although it'd stopped for a moment, it had been raining all morning. They were on their way back from Canada. He'd been asked by a friend to go pick Mandy up and bring her back with him to Seatrailia. They'd spent all night drinking and flirting in a motel room they shared, but Mandy'd passed out before Adam could make a move on her. They woke up, and she continued drinking. Now. totally drunk at not quite ten in the morning, Mandy wanted to go fuck somewhere on the side of the road. 

     And Adam was up for it. 

     It'd been a while. 

     He stopped the car, and she went running off into the nearby brush. He followed after her. By the time he found her twenty feet in, she was naked. She didn't shave her pussy, but there wasn't a lot of pubic hair there, anyway. Adam figured Mandy had to be around his age. Her breasts were on the larger side and damned flabby. Her nipples were aimed right for the ground. Her bare skin was covered with goosebumps.  

     Her feet were ankle deep in mud. 

     As were Adam's, although he still wore his sneakers and socks. It was a cold, breezy day with nothing but gray clouds overhead. Adam was in no hurry to strip. Mandy had other ideas, though. She pulled on his belt and made a sound like a spoiled child. Adam undid his belt and let his pants and underwear drop to his ankles. She sucked on his stiff dick as he tried to finish undressing and still stay on his feet. She tugged on him, like, drop down here in the mud with me, even as she slid his cock, in and out, in and out, of her mouth, butterflying the end of his dick as she did. She tried to pull his sneakers off without undoing the laces first, her way of saying, forget the clothes. Forget all that. I want your meat up my twat.

     They dropped down in the mud together even as Adam pulled his sneakers off with his toes, and they locked lips as their tongues wrestled inside each other's mouths, and they grabbed handfuls of mud to rub all over each other and all in each other's hair as he drove himself into her. Mandy jammed mud up Adam's butt crack, and she pulled her mouth from Adam's to yell, "Fuck me! Fuck me, you goddamned motherfucker!" 

     And then she screamed because the orgasm she was having, that they were both having at the same time, was/were so fucking explosive. 

     They put their clothes back on and climbed back into the car, mud all over them, and now the inside of Adam's car had mud everywhere. 

     Mandy snapped open a beer and drank half of it down in a single gulp. 

​     "Woo," she said. 

     They passed a wheat field on fire, like someone had doused it with gasoline and lit a match. They passed block after block of red flame. 

     "Think we ought to call somebody?" Adam asked. 

     Mandy  shook her head. "Get me home," she said. "I need a real drink." 

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