to use that as an excuse any more, he came up with a new alibi. He said he was giving special help to retarded students.
'Retarded college students?' I said incredulously.
'It's a government program,' he explained. 'The federal government pays their tuition for four years if we'll guarantee them a bachelor's degrees.'
'Isn't that kind of hypocritical?'
'Not really,' he said blandly. 'The college needs the money for the football team. Besides, we're doing it in good faith. I mean that the government doesn't force us to tutor them to see that they actually wind up knowing something. All we're really required to do is give them the piece of paper after four years of attendance. The Dean just thinks it's the right thing to do, and selected me to do it.'
'Then I'm sure it's a noble project,' I said sarcastically. 'Hadn't you better get going? Your students must be waiting for you.'
'I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic,' he said with surprise, completely missing that I was putting him down. 'I thought you might be starting to resent being left alone all the time. Do you have enough to do around here?'
'Plenty,' I smiled.
'You don't know how glad I am to hear that,' he said. 'I'd hate to feel guilty with all the other things I have on my mind these days.'
Just go fuck your cute little coed, I thought impatiently, and spare me any more of this lying bullshit.
With Leo gone most of the time I began hitching farther and farther away from home. I knew he wasn't going to be home until late, and that all I had to do was slip into bed and pretend I was asleep before he walked in at midnight or so. If I did come in after him he would probably already be conked out. In case he asked the next day, I invented the potential excuse that I'd joined a bowling team.
One reason I was straying farther from home was that I found myself craving experiences that were more and more unusual. I would try and quench my fires by fucking myself at home with the dildo I'd purchased, but that just made me want to go out on the road even more. Then, no sooner would I suck or fuck the cock of some hick motorist, than I would find myself with an even deeper craving. Making it with another woman would make me come again, but I would still want more.
Increasingly I tried to hitch rides from cars with passengers in them so I could groove on some group sex. If their sexes were mixed it was even better. There was nothing I liked more than making it with cocks and pussies at the same time.
But, no matter how far I went, I still had the feeling in the back of my mind that I still hadn't done everything I wanted to do. Although I didn't know exactly what I wanted, I knew that I had to have it.
Then one day I found myself standing in the parking – lot of a gas station on the outskirts of town when an opportunity presented itself which I couldn't ignore, even though at first I wasn't sure of its significance. Something vaguely told me as I tried to size up the situation that I was finally going to have the something different I'd been brooding about.
Out of the dust of the foothills, a long, white Cadillac hauling a wooden trailer pulled off the highway and eased to a stop by a row of gas pumps. When the driver got out to take a piss, I saw that he was a lanky cowboy type, bronzed from the sun.
In his tight pants, form-fitting shirt, ten-gallon hat, and gleaming boots, he was an absolutely beautiful man. I should have been physically aroused just looking at him from a distance, but, curiously, I felt nothing.
As he went around the side of the station to the john, I walked closer to the Caddy and the trailer, mysteriously drawn to it despite my puzzling lack of attraction to the owner. On the side of the trailer, fancy red lettering proclaimed: Carl Fennimore. Gallup, N.M., Frontier Days Rodeo Champion.
The sudden whinny sharply piercing the air told me that the cowboy was hauling his horse in the trailer. It didn't seem fair to me that the cowboy should have his name on the side of the trailer while the horse who carried him to the championship remained anonymous.
Moving around to back of the trailer, I saw the golden head of a palomino stallion tossing its white mane, neighing and snorting repeatedly. When I got a better look at the beautiful animal, I saw that he was trying to look behind himself to see who I was, aware that I was looking at him.
I had never seen such a magnificent beast. The contrast of his golden fleeced alabaster mane was hypnotic. He had a long sensitive face, and adorable brown eyes that were enormous. His nostrils flared as he tried to figure out who I was by picking up my scent.
Drawn to him like a magnet, I pulled myself up on the back of the trailer and peeked inside for a good look. The full sight of the horse was even more spectacular then his proud head. He was a perfectly proportioned animal, seeming with his gleaming coat to have been sculpted from pure gold.
Then I saw something which took my breath away. Jutting from between his haunches and hanging under his belly was the biggest, hardest cock I'd ever seen on man or beast. I just couldn't believe it. I wondered if it was so big because he had to piss.
I felt my tongue uncontrollably slide over my lips. Saliva started to trickle down my chin as my mouth watered. Between my legs, my pussy spasmed, becoming instantly wet. I couldn't understand what was happening to my body.
'You like him, ma'am?' a deep, masculine voice from behind made me jump out of my dress.
'Oh… yes… yes… very much,' I panted, turning around to face the cowboy whose horse it was.
'His names Firebomb,' the cowboy said. 'Mine's Carl.'
'Carl Fennimore?' I said.
A big smile creased his leathery face. 'Shoot, you mean you recognized me? I guess I got fans everywhere I don't even know about.'
'Well, actually,' I tried to let him down easy, 'I saw your name on the side of the trailer.'
'Oh… that…' he said disappointedly.
'Why don't you put the horse's name on the trailer, too?' I asked, looking at the beast's gorgeous head out of the corner of my eye.
'Hell, he can't read,' Fennimore laughed, getting over the disappointment that he wasn't a household word.
'Well, he certainly is a beautiful horse,' I said. 'Would you like to ride him?' Fennimore asked.
'I'd love to,' I surprised myself by admitting. 'But where? Around the gas station?'
'There's some open land a few miles up the road. I could drive you up there and then bring you back. You're not with anybody, are you?'
'No… no, I'm by myself,' I said, thinking about whether I should take him up on his offer.
'C'mon and say, yes, ma'am,' Fennimore tried to persuade me. 'It ain't everyday you get a chance to ride a horse like Firebomb.'
What made me finally say yes was the condition of my pussy. It wouldn't stop soaking. My sexual intuition wouldn't permit me to turn down an offer that made my cunt wet, even if I wasn't sure why. 'Okay,' I said, 'let's go.'
During the ride in his Cadillac the rodeo star did his best to put the make on me. It was obvious that he had something more on his mind than just horseback riding after we got to where we were going.
But, oddly enough, I wasn't turned on by him. Carl was good-looking enough to turn on an army of women, and the throbbing bulge at his crotch wasn't my imagination. However, for some reason I just didn't give a damn.
Maybe it was because I knew his name. If I fucked him it would be the first time I'd hitched with somebody and made it with them after knowing their name. Somehow, knowing his name made our relationship different than hitching for sex. I liked him, bat unmistakably felt a more sisterly feeling for him than a sexual one.
Talking with him was enjoyable. The way he was trying to put the make on me was cute, he was such a smooth, country talker. But it just made me like him, not want to fuck him.
After a few miles, when it occurred to me that he might keep driving until I said yes to screwing him, I started to look out the window for the open spaces he'd promised. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I really had a strong yen to ride Firebomb as he'd promised I could.
'Look, over there,' I pointed. 'That looks like as good a place as any for me to ride Firebomb. I don't want to
