Heather Brown - Wild housewife

Quickly we discovered that our meat connection was long enough so that we could still fuck.

Then, at the peak of our coming, the baby started to kick. Poor thing, it was probably rattled by its teenager mother's incessant orgasming.

"Can you feel it?" Susan whispered in awe.

"Yes, a healthy baby. The product of love."

Overcome by maternal intuition, I dropped my face to Susan's tits, sensing I would find something exceptional there. When I suctioned my mouth over one of the erect nipples, sweet mother's milk filled my mouth just as I had anticipated. At sixteen my daughter's breasts weren't nearly as large as mine, but they were certainly adequate for nursing.

Feeling me suck the milk from her left tit, Susan lost no time in trying to return the favor. Incredibly, I could sense my right jug being drained as though a vampire with a breast-fetish had attacked me.

Fucking and nursing without restraint, Susan and I probably would have gone on making love for an hour or so before we unlocked had it not been for the crash. And, believe me, it had to be an enormous disturbance to draw our attention.

Reluctantly pulling away from one another, Susan and I ran into the living room and looked out the window. A huge truck had run off the road and tipped over. It resembled a toppled dinosaur in the distance.

"The driver must have been lost. That's the first big rig I've ever seen in Serendipity," I noted.

"Gee," Susan said in a kind of hush, "I wonder if he's dead."

The next day I overheard in a conversation at the store that by some miracle the trucker who'd crashed the night before had survived without serious injuries. He was recuperating at what was laughingly called the local hospital.

There was no daily newspaper in Serendipity, so there was no way for Susan and I to know the name of the accident victim. Ordinarily, of course, it would have made no difference in our lives. However, as were to learn, this was no ordinary trucker. His mishap in Serendipity would completely change our lives.

But I'm getting ahead of my story. Let me just tell you step by step what happened-or how Susan related the story to me.

Susan had to see the town doctor for her monthly check-up. Since it was one of his days at the hospital, she had to go there.

Given Serendipity's small population, the hospital was a tiny one. Really more like an infirmary. The people with serious illnesses were transferred to the big county facility fifty miles to the north.

Therefore, when Susan went to see the doctor, the injured truckdriver was the only patient in the Serendipity hospital. It was probably inevitable that their paths would cross.

The doctor had been called to his office for a few minutes, so Susan was forced to wait. Feeling restless, she started to wander around the all-but-deserted building, looking for a magazine to read or something.

"Hey there, kiddo," the injured trucker said from the bed where he was sprawled reading a girlie magazine from behind the bandages that obscured his burned and lacerated face. "You one of those hospital volunteers that comes around to cheer the patients up?"

"No," she answered from across the room, "I'm waiting for the doctor."

"You sick? A pretty, little thing like you-"

"Can't you tell?" Susan spontaneously giggled, patting her swollen belly.

"Well, now," he chuckled, "who did the damage, your boyfriend maybe?"

"None of your business."

"Doesn't make any difference to me," he shrugged. "It's your problem, not mine."

"Are, are you the guy who was in the truck accident?" Susan tried to change the subject.

"The one and only," he boasted.

"From the neck up you look like Boris Karloff in one of those mummy movies," Susan noted. "What'd you do, go through the windshield?"

He nodded. "Actually I was lucky."

"Did you get hurt anywhere else?"

"Sprained my throat, or something like that, so I can't even recognize my own voice, and just some cuts and bruises," he cheerfully informed her. "Wanna come over here and see one of my best bruises?"

Susan shrugged, trying to feign indifference as she wondered what had become of the doctor. This trucker was getting more and more familiar. She had begun to worry about being alone with him.

"Well, I don't hear you saying no," he said, "so I guess I'll go ahead and show you. It isn't my biggest bruise, but it's in the choicest spot. If you're too shy to come on over, I guess it's big and purple enough so you can see it from where you're standing."

To Susan's astonishment, he lifted up his nightgown past his waist and made himself naked from the stomach down. Indeed, there was an ugly discoloration on his left thigh.

There was also a sturdy hard-on standing stiffly at attention.

"How do you like my bruise, little girl?" he somehow managed to leer through the bandages that swathed his face.

Susan said nothing, wanting to turn and run, but uncontrollably hypnotized by the twitching cock that held her vision.

"I know you like it," he chuckled, "or you wouldn't be staring like that. Didn't your momma ever teach you staring isn't polite?"

"What my mother taught me was not to hang around with strange men," Susan said standing her ground despite the magnetic attraction of the trucker's turgid prick.

"Nothing strange about me," he grinned through his gauze mask. "Except maybe for one little thing-"

"What's that?"

"I like to fuck pregnant chicks."

Now she started to flee, but he jumped up from the bed and caught her. Wrestling her back to his lair, he threw her on the mattress and tied her arms and legs to the bed with some intravenous tubing.

Ripping her clothes off with a couple of animalistic swipes, he fully exposed her spreadeagled, pregnant body. Her swollen stomach was trembling.

"Look at that cute, little pussy," he slobbered over my daughter's forcibly exposed snatch. "I love the way a chick's muff stands straight up on end when she's knocked up. With all that hair standing up, it makes her cunt seem wilder somehow."

Wasting no time, he lowered himself between Susan's open legs and began fucking her. Since he was kneeling, he was free to also rub her quivering abdomen and play with her milk -laden breasts.

Pretty soon he was lapping his big, rough tongue back and forth along the hilly trail of her belly and tits, while he fucked her and squeezed her nipples. Engulfed by sexual stimulation, Susan's resistance began to fade in the face of her rampaging senses. Before long the poor child just couldn't help fucking back.

"That's it, little girl," the trucker rasped. "That's the way to wiggle your ass. Now I can see why you were so popular with the boys."

"Just shut up and fuck me!" Susan snapped, not wanting to hear any of his theories about her pregnancy. "Stop gabbing and just keep pumping your big, hard cock up my cunt, truckdriver."

"My pleasure," he grinned through the bandage, then went back to work on her body.

After a few more moments of unrestrained fucking, Susan was at an orgasmic peak. Her twat was spasming, and her tits throbbing as they leaked thick milk in fitful spurts. Within, her womb was convulsing, making the baby kick in the most violent turn-on of all.

Susan was ready for the trucker's jizz, and now begged for it. "Come in me, whoever you are!" she screamed. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"

Gritting his teeth, the masked trucker drove down into her until the end of his cock seemed to be bumping against the knotty ridges of her spine. His balls jumped… he snorted like a beast… his huge cock lurched…

He came.

Her insides being sprayed with molten spunk, Susan leg out a long, low moan of sheer pleasure. There was no doubt about it, the trucker had rung her chimes.