Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Her asshole tightened like a noose around my fingers, and a flood of sludge flowed hotly from her colon. An anal orgasm coursed though her rectum, affecting me like a thousand volts of electricity had suddenly been shot though my fingers. The shock made my fingers jump in her ass until the tips of them were wiggling in her bowels, inundated by a brew of hot, angry shit.

When I pulled my fingers out of her ass, it was like removing a cork. Abruptly a molten flow of diarrheic lava poured from her ass, instantly putrefying the air. Shit spewed onto the seat and dribbled onto the floor as her asshole gushed orgasmically.

Maybe they were practically dead to the world, but even the smell of fresh shit was too much for the other passengers. With the bus reeking like a bowl of a just-used toilet, they looked around to see what in the hell was going on.

I slid off the boy's prick and started walking up the aisle while I smoothed down my skirt over my crotch. Seeing a bus stop ahead out the window, I reached up and pulled the cord. Before anybody could connect me with what was going on in the back, the rear door had whooshed open and I was out of the bus.

As I descended onto the street, I took one last look toward the back of the bus. I couldn't believe the mess. Licking my lips, I turned around and walked away.

The budget which Leo had allegedly worked on was presented on the first of the new year. Not being able 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?"