Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Riding on the crest of dual orgasm, I cried with wild abandon, "Come in me! Fill my ass with cum!"

My body shuddered when I realized I couldn't wait any longer for him to fill my shit-pit with his cum. Moving my ass from side to side, and then up and down, back and forth, I grasped his cock tightly and squeezed. Twisting him inside me, I felt his prick swell a fraction or an inch and knew that I would be getting my wish.

His cum exploded in my ass, surging immediately into my bowels. Sperm and shit mingled hotly in the core of my body.

Cum was everywhere. A huge excess squirted from my ass and smeared all over my crack and buns and cunt. It was all over his fingers and balls. His cock was completely covered with it by the time it had finished shooting its last wad and started to pull out of my creaming ass.

Both my holes filled to overflowing with fresh, young cum from the multiple fucks rapidly thrown into me, I rolled over and just lay moaning on the seat. My legs were spread as far apart as they could go, letting my exhausted cunt and aching asshole drain their excesses of cum.

Gradually my orgasm subsided and my senses started to return. When they did I realized the car was moving, although I was still spread-eagled naked in the back of it.

"Hey, what's going on?" I called up to my teenage mystery lover, only able to see his greasy hair with him hunched over the wheel of the rumbling Camaro. "Where are we going?"

"To the Big Hunk Drive-In."

"What for?"

"To show you off. Pico Gazzara's gonna be eatin' it for weeks after I lay you on everybody," he said jubilantly. "It ain't everyday a dude scores with older pussy."

"I don't believe this," I gasped incredulously.

"Yeah, I know it's pretty fantastic. Just stick with me, baby, and you'll live forever."

Stunned, I just sat there with my mouth agape. "In fact," he continued, "I feel so groovy tonight, I'll tell you what… I'll not only take you over to the Big Hunk to meet the crowd, I'll buy you a burger while we're there. On the house. A Big Hunk Burger, no less, their deluxe burger that comes with fries. You'll have to lay out for your own drink, though, 'cause I'm pretty close to tapped out. I'm savin' up for new dual carbs."

Suddenly the whole experience had degenerated from marvelous raw sex to the pits. I didn't want to be hassled, even by a eighteen-year-old boy with greasy hair and an adorable cock. If I wanted somebody thinking they owned me, I could go home to Leo.

All I'd wanted from this kid was sex. When he started acting like a regular person – which meant he started taking me for granted – forget it.

Determined to remember him as he was – an outrageously attractive punk with a stiff cock – I left the kid hunching over his steering wheel, jumping out of the car at a stop light. He didn't even seem to notice, being more interested in preparing for an impromptu drag race with an equally greasy teenager in a Mustang who'd pulled alongside of us.

As I scampered away, I looked at my watch. 10:30. A taxi would get me home before the end of the Marx Brothers, and Leo wouldn't even know that I'd been gone.

The kid in the Camaro was it for me. Going to such an extreme – skipping out on Leo like that in the middle of the evening – proved to me that there was a lot more to gain than lose by hitchhiking for sex.

The fact of the matter was that my life with Leo had developed into a great big nothing anyway, so I had little to lose if for some reason he did happen to find out what I was up to. But, even so, that was unlikely to occur with just a little caution on my part. As long as Leo had hot food put in front of him every evening and something to fill up the space before he conked out and started snoring, I could probably get away with anything I wanted.

And I wanted to get away with plenty.

It was like a whole new life for me once I realized how free I had suddenly become. Every morning when I awoke I felt exhilarated. My heart sang, knowing that today I was going to get fucked.

The first thing I did every morning after getting out of bed was to inspect my naked body in the mirror. Lately I couldn't get enough of the sight of my high, sloping tits and their red, seemingly always erect nipples. Nor my flat, muscular stomach; my slender thighs and long, shapely legs; and best of all, my furry, throbbing cunt. My pussy that always turned sopping wet the minute I parted my legs and spread my snatch before the mirror.

Where most people have a cup of coffee to get them started in the morning, I masturbated. It was always stimulating to watch my fingers play with my cunt in the mirror. I loved the way the pink folds of my vulva caressed and lapped against my probing fingers. I always smiled at the insistent stiffness of my pulsing clit. My mouth drooled when I stuck my fingers all the way into the pink mouth of my pussy tunnel, finger-fucking myself to orgasm.

When I had wiped the last of the pussy juice off my crotch, liberally tasting it from my fingers, I got dressed. I wasn't wearing much these days, even though it was cold outside. My body temperature kept me warm and, anyway, I wasn't going to be standing on the street very long before I got a ride.

Just a sweater and skirt and shoes usually did it for me. I generally wore nothing underneath, my this and cunt rubbing against my outer apparel for easy access.

Later in the year, when it really got cold, I was thinking about getting a heavy fur coat and wearing it. And that's all! Wow, I could just picture the look on some joker's face when I got in his car, opened up my coat, and showed him my naked body.

On a typical day in October, in a skirt and sweater, I slipped out of the house around 9:30 and started for the main street and some early morning cock. However, after a couple of blocks I felt faint and decided I must be hungry. Searching around for a restaurant, I found a truck stop on an access road off the highway where I was planning on hitching.

I ordered coffee and bacon and eggs. However, when they were placed in front of me, instead of wanting to eat them I felt my stomach become queasy. When I pushed them away the waitress asked me if there was anything wrong.

"No," I said. "I thought I was hungry, but I guess I wasn't."

"That time of the month, huh?" she said knowingly, snapping her gum.

Suddenly I became aware of the wetness between my legs. It was too hot and thick to be pussy juice left over from this morning's finger-fucking. Things had been so hectic that I'd completely forgotten my period was due. The waitress was right.

"Yes, I guess it is," I said, my voice tinged with surprise. "You don't have a Tampax machine, do you?"

"No," she said scornfully. "I've been trying to get the cheapskate management to put one in for months, but so far it's no dice. They say this joint only serves truckers, and truckers don't go on the rag. Their exact words. You'll have to go down the road to the drive-in. They get a lot of teenage girls there. Well, so do we, but not inside – only in the backs of trucks in the parking lot, if you know what I mean."

I squirmed in my seat, feeling the blood start to well between my thighs. I could tell that my crotch must be an oozing mess.

"From the looks of you, honey," the waitress said, "you better get moving. I gotta clean up after breakfast, and, while you've got my sympathy, I don't feature wiping off a bloody stool as part of my job…"

"Sure… sure," I muttered, getting up to go.

At the door I turned my head over my shoulder to ask the waitress the directions to the drive-in again. As I did, the door opened and a man suddenly crashed into me. Completely unprepared for the impact, I went sprawling backward, landing on the floor with a thud.