I was heading to Shreveport, La. From Tyler, Tx. on a hot and dusty day. Rides were scarce, but I was finally picked up by a matronly old lady driving a 1950s Cadillac without air conditioning.
She said she was tired and would appreciate me driving as she was worn out. Hey I was happy for the ride, so I hopped in the driver's side and headed down the highway. To say I was stunned, would be an understatement, when she said, "I have not had my fill of cock and cum for so long. I hope you have a nice cock to suck and plenty of cum"
Not having a blow job since the bus station in Dallas her words were like music to my ears. Normally I got my BJs from men in the obvious places, i. e. gay bars, restrooms at bus and train stations, etc. There was no way was I going to turn down a BJ from this old granny.
She laid done in the seat and fished my hardening cock from my pants. By the time, it sprang forth, it was hard and throbbing and in need a warm wet mouth.
The old broad gobbled my cock down and proceeded to suck me like a cum junkie. Damn she was good. Men normally sucked cock much better that women because gays and queers love it so much, but this old bitch did not have to take a backseat to anyone. I could only moan. I needed to pull over to the side of the road or risk having an accident.
Several big truck rigs passed and sounded their air horns as they could obviously see the old granny sucking me. I tried to hold off, but was unsuccessful and exploded in granny's mouth. She gurgled as she sucked the cum down. I was right, the old bitch was a cum junkie. She continued sucking long after the cum was gone and was warming her belly.
Finally, she withdrew her mouth from my deflating cock and said, "Now that was mighty tasty, almost as good as my late husband."
"Granny, normally I think men suck cock better than women, but I have to admit you are one fine cock sucker.," I said.
"I've been sucking cock and slurping cum many more years that you have been alive," she replied.
"I can believe it," I responded.
"My first late husband taught me how, and taught me well," she said.
As we crossed the Louisiana state line and was nearing Shreveport, I said, "Granny Shreveport is my destination."
"Where are you going and what will you be going in Shreveport," she asked.
I admitted I had no immediate plans as I was ordered out of Tyler by a Judge or face jail as a vagrant.
"If you have no place to go, I have a big house," she said.
"Just give me directions," I replied.
Following granny's directions, I was soon pulling up to a big old Antebellum house with big white columns with peeling paint.
"This house was left to me by my second late husband and dates back forty years before the Northern War of Aggression," she said. It was a fine-looking solid structure, but in much need of a good painting.
