Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

"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 get too far away from where you picked me up."

"Okay," he said disgruntledly, obviously disappointed I preferred his horse to him.

Abruptly, he swung the big car off the highway, kicking up a huge cloud of dust as we wheeled across the dry wound. Three or four hundred yards off the road he slammed to a stop at the edge of a field.

I could see from the perplexed expression on his handsome face that he was having some second thoughts about the whole thing. "Listen, Carl," I said, "if you've changed your mind about me riding Firebomb… well, I understand. I know he's your bread and butter."

"No, ma'am," he said. "A promise is a promise. But just remember when you get on Firebomb I warned you that he's a mighty spirited animal."

The should have frightened me, as I knew nothing about riding horses, but instead the warning excited me immensely. Somehow the thought of being astride a golden palomino and forcing him to do my bidding really turned me on.

"Have you ever ridden a horse?" Carl asked as we walked around to the back of the trailer.

"Sure, lots of times," I lied.

"Bareback?"

"Whenever I get the chance."

"Good," Carl said as he swung open the rear gate of the trailer. "Then I won't have to saddle him."

Inside the trailer Firebomb swished his head around, his mane flying, my very presence agitating him as Carl backed him out.

"Maybe he doesn't like me," I said when I saw how upset he seemed.

"Don't worry, ma'am," Carl said, leading the horse completely out of the stall, "he likes you plenty."

"Then why is he acting this way?"

"He always acts like this when he's rarin' to go. This is just exactly the way he is before we come out of the chute at a rodeo. Believe me, he likes you."

When Firebomb was standing completely clear of the trailer I could see what Carl was talking about. The hard-on I'd noticed earlier was still in evidence, only even bigger. Up until now I'd assumed that a horse's cock always stuck out like that. Now, for the first time, I wondered if I was for some reason the cause of Firebomb's erection.

"Okay, c'mon little lady," Carl said. "I'll lift you up on his back."

Before I could say anything, Carl's strong hands were around my waist and he was hoisting me in the air. I closed my eyes as he lifted me into the air, trying to figure out how I was going to fake my way through this thing I'd brought on myself. When I opened them again I was perched high atop a golden palomino.

Before I could get used to being there, Firebomb snorted and suddenly reared into the air. Desperately, I clutched his mane, holding on for dear life.

"Just hang on, hang on," Carl whooped. "I told you he was high-spirited."

The horse's snorts filled the otherwise silent rural air as he bucked wildly up and down, tossing me around in the air like I was a feather. Miraculously I managed to keep my grip and stay on him. If I'd fallen to the wound there's no doubt in my mind I'd have been trampled.

Although I was certain my life was in danger, Carl laughed uncontrollably. When I saw him reeling against the trailer, his face red with glee, my fear suddenly became anger. Determined to show him I could take care of myself, I jabbed my heels into Firebomb's sides as though I were wearing spurs and pulled back on his mane like I was handling reins.

Firebomb, surprised by my sudden assertiveness, stopped short in his tracks. Then he looked around at me with his big brown eyes and neighed, as if to tell me that I had passed the test and everything would be all right from here on in.

Then, like a shot, we took off, galloping toward the horizon. As we sprinted toward the blazing sun, the last thing I heard Carl say was, "Hey, don't get lost. That there horse is my bread and butter. If I lose him I'll be back pumpin' gas."

Even though I had no experience horseback riding, it seemed like the most natural union of human and animal conceivable. Especially bareback. I couldn't imagine how anyone could want to compromise the sensation of body against body with a saddle. The faster Firebomb went the more easily I seemed to sit on his back, rolling with his galloping movements while the wind blew in my face.

Comfortable at last on his back, for the first time I became fully aware of Firebomb's body under mine. The sensation of his sleek coat against my loins was thrilling since, fortunately, I wasn't wearing any panties. Beneath my flying skirt my bare loins and naked cunt rubbed against him, working back and forth against his golden hair in maddening friction.

Gradually I became less aware of how fast we were going than how wet my pussy was. The rubbing action of his cunt against Firebomb's back was making me wild. I had over a thousand pounds of horse-flesh between my legs, and it was driving me crazy.

"Whoa, boy, whoa!" I cried, pulling Firebomb's mane to slow him down. My strength was no match for his, but he slammed to a stop anyway. As I slid off him I knew he had stopped because he wanted to.

When I walked around to the side of him I saw why. His cock was enormous. He'd incredibly retained his hard-on throughout our wild ride.

Rubbing my hand over him I tried to calm him down. Sweat slicked his coat, turning him into a ton of slippery golden muscle.

Inevitably my hand slid down his leg and started rubbing his belly. My fingers moved uncontrollably toward his cock. I was fascinated by it.

Finally, I couldn't restrain myself from reaching out and touching it. I halfway expected to be repulsed by feeling an animal's cock, but instead it felt warm and electric to my first touch. The tentative brushing of my fingertips immediately turned to a caress as I slid the palm of my hand against his throbbing tool.

Now I realized that this was what I'd wanted ever since I'd seen his prick standing out the first time in the trailer. It should have been hard for me to admit that I was enchanted by a horse's cock, but instead I gasped in pleasure at its radiant warmth. When I wrapped my fingers around it, Firebomb's dick throbbed excitingly in my hand and I knew there was no turning back.