My finger popped wetly out of his ass. Another extra load of jizz.
Deciding that a triple dose of cum was enough to satisfy me, I put my cards right on the table. 'Okay, cowboy, let's fuck.'
'While you're on your period?'
'That's right, cowboy,' I looked him straight in the eye. 'Blood-fuck me!'
'Anything you say,' he leered, brandishing his prick like a six-shooter. 'How do you want it?'
'What's the best way in a truck?'
'Off the steering wheel,' he said enthusiastically.
'I don't get it.'
'Yours truly will be waitin' at the bottom.'
'Now I get it.'
What a fantastic idea, I thought. Landing on his prick would be like jumping out of a window and landing on a picket fence.
Stripping my skirt, I got up on the dashboard and worked my wet ass across it to the driver's side of the cab. My moist buns and dripping pussy left a glistening trail that caused the closed quarters to reek of female sex.
At the wheel, I slid my legs over the edge of the dash and straddled its circumference. Resting the bottom of my ass against the top of the wheel, I began my descent.
My pussy was out in front of me all the way, leading the way with its pouting, open lips. Cunt juice, tinged pink by menstrual blood, ran down my legs. The constant foaming within my pussy prepared me for the unbelievable penetration that was about to take place.
Looking down the chute of my spread legs, I could see it waiting for me there. His cock. Almost a foot of twitching, hard muscle. It looked brutal and sadistic. Unmerciful. I hoped it would split me in two.
Now we were touching. At last. The head of his prick nibbled like a hungry barracuda at the entrance of my cunt, working my pussy lips over like they were raw meat.
This was the tricky part. I had to slide down on him just right or his cock would squirt maddeningly away from my cunt. I didn't want to play games fumbling for his prick when I needed it inside me – I wanted to fuck, right now. As far as I was concerned there was no margin for error.
Swinging my hips, just so, in a tight pendulum, I secured the end of his cock between my clutching pussy lips. Sliding down a couple of inches, I felt his dick-head slide between my labia and engorge the mouth of my fuck-canal.
Experimenting, I wiggled around to make sure he wouldn't shake loose from the noose of my pussy. However, the more I moved my ass, the tighter he seemed imbedded in me. Clearly, I wasn't going to have any further trouble from here on in.
Secure in my knowledge that he was solidly stuck in my cunt, I threw caution to the winds. The next part of my descent down the steering wheel was a six-inch slide that took most of his long, hard cock up my pussy.
Looking down, I had a clear view of his prick throbbing in my cunt, moving back and forth in order to create the magical friction of fucking. I was delirious with lustful joy, but still wasn't satisfied. I wanted those last few inches of cock still showing up my cunt.
I ground down on him meticulously, taking a fractional piece of his cock at a time. Slowly but surely I could see it disappearing into the gaping mouth of my hairy cunt. Inside it filled my body more and more. His prick seemed to be in my stomach. Pushing the air from my lungs. Pressuring my kidneys and bowels so that I wanted to shit and piss and come all at once.
When I gulped, sure his cock was going to come surging out of my throat, I looked down and saw that it had finally made it all the way. His prick had vanished, totally swallowed by my pussy. The only evidence it existed was his tangled blond pubic hair and straining balls.
His nuts slammed tightly against the mouth of my cunt as I ground into him.
Since I was on top I had to do most of the work. Secure in the knowledge that I had been able to take every inch of him, I started moving my cunt up and down his long, stiff prick. My pussy lips slid one direction and then the other on his shaft, doing a job on his cock that made it shudder inside me.
'God, how I want your cum!' I cried. 'Come in me, please! Please!'
Humping his pelvis, he lifted me off the wheel into mid-air far a brief, quivering moment. The cum erupted from his cock like molten lava from a volcano.
My gamble had paid off. As the cum kept spurting and spurting, I knew my pussy was getting more jizz than it had ever swallowed.
My own orgasm was so intense that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what was happening between my legs; the sheer, shooting thrust of his endless thunderbolts of cum.
More, more, more he spurted. Rivers of sperm were gushing from my pussy and running down my legs. His balls pumped the stuff unrelentingly out of his dick. I had more fluid between my legs than I'd had at the peak of my menstrual flow.
'Oh, God,' I moaned. 'This is so wonderful. So fucking wonderful!'
Then, with one last bolt of scalding stickiness, he stopped coming. As his dick started to shrivel in my pussy, I collapsed to the seat. Looking down between my thighs I could actually see my cunt throbbing. It ached with joy.
My cowboy trucker was stirring again, which was my cue to get myself together and flee the scene. No matter how soothing it was to bathe in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, I knew I had to get the hell out of there. I didn't want any chance of him pressuring me to get to know him better. I'd already gotten all I wanted from him.
Hurriedly I dressed. By the time he sat up, I was closing the door behind me, my feet touching the pavement as I threw him a goodbye kiss.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the weather got colder, Leo did too. It had been bad enough when he was home every night ignoring me – now he didn't even make it home half the time, working late at the university on a budget proposal, he said. I was left out in a cold more intense than the winter weather by my husband.
After awhile I started to wonder about Leo's budget story. Maybe he had a little coed on the side.
The more I thought about the possibility of Leo having an affair, the more I decided it might really be true. What else could explain why a normal, healthy man in his early thirties didn't need any sex at home?
I tried to be jealous, thinking that was what a wife should do. However, whenever I pictured Leo naked and puffing on top of some spread-eagled coed I just got horny. The fact of the matter was that I was beyond jealousy. My hitchhiking had left me susceptible to just one emotion: lust.
Deciding that Leo's probable infidelity just gave me license to act up even more, I doubled my prowling on the city streets thumbing for rides. I was fucking two or three times a day now, and giving quick blow-jobs and hand-jobs on the side. Before I went to bed at night I had to shower the dried cum from my body. If I'd have been a hooker I'd have been able to retire at the end of a month.
Then something happened that changed my whole perspective. Depending on how you look at it, it either proved me wrong, or opened up another whole world for me.
Around Christmas the snow started and didn't let up. Then, after a week of continuous snowfall, it turned even worse. A blizzard filled the sky so that roads were almost impassable. Hitchhiking seemed an impossibility.
I became a prisoner in the house. Leo had gone to the university three days ago and had never come back. He'd called to say that the roads were too bad to get home, and he'd have to stay at the college until they were cleared. I was positive he was shacked up with some little cunty student of his.
Normally such a suspicion would have sent me drooling into the streets. But, tonight, cut off by the snow from my sexual resource, it made me frustrated as hell.
My eyes settled on the gaudily decorated tree in the corner. Sadly, I realized that it was Christmas Eve and I
