Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

With Firebomb's prick licked squeaky-clean and starting to shrivel, I realized that I still wanted more. Instantly my mind turned to my cunt, filled to overflowing with an ocean of horse cum.

My pussy was still throbbing. Still spasming. Dying to be stimulated even further. What a woman I was, still wanting more!

However, it was obvious that if I was going to get more, I was going to have to do it myself. Firebomb's cock was softening steadily before my eyes, exhausted after having shot its wad.

I instinctively knew how to quench my desire. Crawling out from under Firebomb, I stood up and started stripping so I would be unfettered by clothing during what I had in mind.

In the middle of nowhere, with the blazing sun and a perplexed palomino stallion as my only witnesses, I stood stark naked, raising my hands to the sky. Straining on my tiptoes and reaching for the sun, I stretched my muscles, limbering up my nude body for its ultimate performance.

When I felt sufficiently loose, I dropped to the ground, paying no attention to the gritty art against my flesh. On my back, I straightened my legs and threw them back. When they were over my head, I tipped back on my shoulders. Parting my thighs, I looked straight into the hairy, dripping gash of my cunt.

Clasping my hands against my buns, I shaved against my ass, forcing my crotch closer to my face. The fragrance made my senses reel, the musty funk of my own pussy juice mingling steamily with pungent stallion cum.

My cunt sucked at me, my pussy lips opening and closing with an inviting drool. Feeling my abdominal muscles pinch, I pushed against my ass, shoving my sopping cunt closer and closer to my face.

Whelk my pussy was within inches of my mouth, I lost all restraint. My tongue danced over my lips, flicking in uncontrollable hunger. My taste-buds stood erectly, yearning for a taste of my own cunt.

Before I'd always assumed it was impossible to eat myself out. But, now, with my pussy so tantalizingly close to my mouth, I was dumbfounded that I'd never attempted it up until now. I had never seen such a beautiful sight as the parted mouth of my own cum-dripping cunt.

"Oooomph!" I grunted as I gave one last shove against my ass. I could feel my stomach muscles work themselves into painful knots from the contortion, but welcomed the agony as the hairiness of my pussy tickled my lips. Another push and my cunt was flat against my mouth and I was giving it a long, lingering kiss.

The taste of my own cunt was fantastic. Engorged with its own juice and horse cum, it drooled into my mouth as I sucked it deeply.

My tongue ran over my labia until I found my clit. Teasingly, I tickled it, making it so hard that it seemed at least an inch long. Unbelievable thrills spasmed through my contorted loins.

I kept eating and eating, devouring my cunt. My tongue was inside now, licking my fuck-canal. The wetness and the smell overwhelmed me, covering my face with slime.

Snaking my hand between my parted buns, I thrust two, then three fingers into my asshole, immediately beginning to finger-fuck myself. The stimulation in my ass accentuated the oral masturbation of my cunt perfectly, sending me to new orgasmic heights.

Orgasm was enveloping me, rippling through every fiber of my being. As I felt my body shudder and convulse, I knew that my guts were wrenching to produce a final climax that would be greater than all the orgasms I had experienced.

Suddenly my face was flooded with fresh goo and I knew I had reached the summit which I had been craving. As my pussy melted into my mouth, my bizarre self-fucking contortion seemed the most natural position in the world.

How perfectly my cunt and mouth fit together. How spectacularly my tongue surged up my tight, slippery pussy.

And in my ass, how divinely my fingers reamed me out, setting the juices in my bowels to gurgling.

At last, being unable to bear the ecstasy no longer, I let out a long, high-pitched scream and collapsed, dead to the world.

Who knows how long I might have stayed there. Eventually, I suppose, Carl Fennimore would have come looking for his horse and found me sprawled naked and oozing on the ground.

As it was, it was something warm and wet and rough that woke me up. Suddenly I came to as though I'd been slapped in the face by a damp towel. Except that it wasn't my face that was slapped.

I bolted upright and looked down at my crotch. Between my legs Firebomb's long, red tongue lapped against my cunt, licking me into consciousness.

"Why, you old sweetheart!" I exclaimed, thinking of how more considerate he was than a lot of men.

After grooving on a couple of minutes of cunt-licking, I jumped up, completely refreshed, and got dressed. Hopping on Firebomb's back like an old pro, I grabbed ahold of his silver mane and spurred him. With my bare cunt bouncing against his golden coat, I had a smile on my face all the way back to the highway.

As the weeks went by and winter started to fade, Leo found more and more excuses to be away from home. Left almost entirely to my own devices, I was on the road constantly, hitching for fuck after fuck.

Added to the sheer thrills I was getting, I had the added satisfaction of knowing that I was getting even with that bastard Leo. Revenge was not normally my bag, but in this case I felt like I was justifiably repaying him for all the misery he had caused me over the years. I hated to think of the pitiful wreck I would be if I just stayed home and grieved in a sexless vacuum while he got his jollies elsewhere.

Had I been a typical wife, I would have gone through hell feeling certain I'd been thrown over for a younger woman. I'd seen those coeds out at the university, and most of them were saucy, young knockouts. Under normal circumstances, thinking of my husband fucking one of those cuties would have made me feel dried out and useless.

As it was, I reveled in the games Leo and I were playing with each other. Where most women would have been frustrated silly by a husband that never fucked them, I used it as an opportunity to find more thrills.

Where most wives would have been sickened by a husband whom they were sure was cheating on them, I was exhilarated. At least if Leo and I couldn't be happy fucking each other, we could be happy by knifing each other in the back by screwing others. Every spasm of orgasm I felt from a stranger was also a spasm of sweet revenge.

The only problem was that I was insatiable. The more bizarre the sex I had was, the kinkier I wanted it.

I had fucked and sucked men, women and animals. I had fucked myself with my own dildo, and sucked my own cunt to climax. I had done it all. Gradually I started to wonder how I could, top myself.

I dreaded the idea of repetition. My whole point in going into hitchhiking for sex had been to beat the system. A dreary, boring system of a respectable middle class marriage.

Searching for a part of the city in which I had not yet traveled, I prowled the streets hoping a geographical change of scenery would spark the sexual revelation which I was seeking. On sheer instinct I stuck my nose into filthy alleys and dingy bars looking for a clue to stop my growing restlessness.

If my impulses had told me to get down on my hands and knees and blow a vomit-stained wino, I would have done it. At this point I didn't feel I could afford to go against my better judgement.

I had never realized how complex the city was. In the slums, crumbling buildings rotted away, their aging timbers housing hordes of impoverished families with no place better to go crime was rampant, larcenous children running through the streets like scurrying rats after they had snatched somebody's purse.

The deeper I got into the slums, the more careful I became, knowing that a mugging could put out my lights for a long time. The last thing I wanted was to be dead or laid up when I could be sucking and fucking.