Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

As I landed, my legs automatically splayed from the force of hitting the floor. My dress was up around my thighs – not enough to show my bare cunt, but enough to reveal the fresh blood dribbling down my legs.

"Sorry, ma'am," a huge trucker said, looking down at me with a big smile. Then, abruptly, the smile changed to an open mouth of alarm. "Jesus Christ, you're hurt! I got to get you to a doctor."

Before I could protest, this big lug swooped down and picked me up and carried me out the door. Looking up at him when my eyes cleared, I saw that he was the biggest, most handsome blond I'd ever seen. I lost all thought of protesting.

When we got to his truck he hoisted me up to the cab, lifting me by putting his large hands flat against my rump. They felt divine. I hoped he didn't get blood on them.

After we were both inside he asked, "Now where does it hurt, lady, so I can tell 'em at the emergency room."

I motioned him by crooking my index finger to bring his head down to mine so I could whisper to him.

"Yeah?" he said anxiously, bringing his rugged face to my lips. "Where does it hurt, ma'am?"

"In my cunt," I said simply.

"Wow," he said, "that might be serious. I better get you to one of them gy… gyne… gynecosmogists… you know them fellers who handle female disorders."

"I think you can take care of it," I whispered. "Hell," he laughed nervously, "I would if I could. But I ain't no doctor. I'm just hauling portable toilets for the Rent-A-Can company."

"You can take care of it," I insisted. "I don't see how."

"I'll guide you every step of the way," I promised him.

"I do…" he muttered, scratching his thick, curly hair. "What do you want me to do first?"

"Stick out your tongue," I asked of him. It was a long, thick, pink tongue. It reminded me so much of a cock I thought I'd drool.

"Now lift up my skirt." He did, but only to my thighs.

I parted my thighs and told him to lift it all the way.

"Are you sure?" he gulped.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman's pussy?" I asked with just a hint of tease in my voice.

"Well, sure… but, only, you know, during sex. Never in a professional way… like a doctor or somethin'. This way you're talking about seems kinda funny… unnatural, like."

"Don't worry about it," I soothed. "You'll forget about your ethics as soon as you lift my skirt."

Counting on my pussy to do its own talking from here on in, I bucked my pelvis just as he raised the hem over my crotch. My loins were scarlet with fresh, red blood. A crimson slime clung to the throbbing folds and sucking gash of my pulsing cunt.

His eyes bugged out when he saw that the blood really was coming from my snatch.

"Did you bust something inside when I knocked you down?" he asked nervously.

"Nothing you can't fix with that tongue of yours, doctor," I said with a sly smile, and suddenly he got the point.

"You're min-stru-ating," he said with a pronunciation full of rural charm.

"Right," I said patiently, leaning back against the door so he would have a sure shot at my cunt.

"And you want me to lick off the blood?" he said, his voice full of wonder.

"Right."

"Is it really all right for me to do that, ma'am?"

"If I say so."

"Hot damn!" he suddenly whooped. "I had a lotta women a lotta ways since I took to truckin'. And before that I even fucked a cow one time back on the ranch in Texas. But I ain't never had sex this way."

"There's always a first time for everything, cowboy."

"If you say so."

"I do. Now stop grabbing and start sucking."

Bending his lanky body like it had hinges in the middle, he dropped his head into my lap and buried his face in my sopping crotch. His mouth was a dream against my cunt, immediately getting to work on consuming my fetid discharge.

While his lips nibbled at the outside of my pussy, his tongue shot inside, stiffening to produce friction against my constricting cunt walls.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "fuck me with your tongue while you're drinking my blood. Work it in me, cowboy, work it in me!"

His hot tongue surged into me like a hard cock, filling my pussy with swelling flesh. The walls of my cunt constricted to meet his thrust, wrapping his penetration in gooey warmth.

I could feel my womb gushing blood as he sucked my pussy, draining me of my uterine goo. Looking down between my legs, I could see that the trucker's handsome young face was red with my blood. Never had I been so turned on by what my body would do to a man.

"Stick your tongue in harder. Harder!" I pleaded. "Make me come with your tongue!"

He did his level best, stabbing into my cunt with relentless thrusts. Slowly the orgasmic shuddering began in the center of my body. Then, as he was buried in me all the way to his teeth, it came with a sudden rush and I started to come like a boiling radiator blowing its top.

Coming so hard, so soon, made me want to do only one thing: get to his cock as quickly as possible!

"Up cowboy," I said, grabbing a hank of his blond curls and pulling back his head.

He stared up at me through perfect blue eyes, a silly grin splitting his blood-covered face. "I can't believe I ate the whole thing," he drawled.

Neither could I. Looking down at my crotch I saw that it was licked clean, my cowboy's spit still shining on my pubic hair and pussy and thighs.

I shuddered, feeling an extra orgasmic surge when I realized he had lapped my bleeding pussy dry on my command. I wondered what else I could get him to do.

"Gimme," I said impatiently, holding my arms out in front of me and wiggling my fingers.

"Anything you want, ma am," he smirked. "You just name it."

"Your cock. Give me your big, hard cock, cowboy."

"You're sure as hell damn right," he leered. "It couldn't be any bigger and harder if I was a Brahma bull."

"Take it out. I want to play with it."

His prick was out within seconds. Frankly, I couldn't believe it.

The cowboy's cock was as long as a bronze pole looming out of his pants. When he kept hauling out inch after inch my mouth flew open in astonishment. By the time he was finally finished, my eyes were bugging out of my head and my mouth was open even wider. And drooling.

My cunt was wet, pussy juice gushing from my box, clinging to my pubic hair and thighs the same as the blood. Only thicker. And hotter. I was ready to fuck.

But first I had to prepare his cock. I grabbed it and gave it a long, wet sucking. Rimming its knotty head with my lips, I abruptly slid down his shaft, taking his foreskin with me in a tearing lurch.

"Oh, Jeeee-sus," he moaned as I slid his foreskin back and forth along his cock in pistoning frenzy. I wanted him agitated to the ultimate. I wanted to build up his sperm. I wanted his balls working overtime. By the time he finally came in my cunt, I wanted my pussy filled with cum as it had never been before.

When I noticed his balls were tightening as his cock-head was turning purple, I suddenly slacked off, not wanting him to blow off in my face before I had a chance to get him in my cunt. This was part of my strategy – bringing him to the brink of coming, and then temporarily cooling him down. When he finally did shoot his wad in my cunt the torrent would be unbelievable.

Snaking my tongue over the top of his dick, I cooled him down. The drool from my tongue seemed to have a soothing affect on him for awhile.

The trouble was that I just couldn't stop licking. Before I knew it my soothing tongue caresses had turned into rough swipes, chafing the sensitive head of his prick with maddening friction.

The veins started jumping in his cock again as my tongue got bolder and bolder. His balls slammed together in their sac and became as hard as rocks. Halfway to his asshole his prostate throbbed like he had a time-bomb inside him when I massaged it by snaking my fingers into his pants.