It was pretty easy to get away from the Speed Freaks. Instead of dope and beer, they were all zonked out of their minds on something a lot more powerful. Too much sex.
They were all immobilized from exhaustion, or just plain out cold. Their tired dicks stretched greasily out from between their legs like the tongues of some species of large reptile. You could've dropped a live hand-grenade in the middle of them and nobody would have moved an inch. I slid out from the spermy crush of their bodies and split, running across the sand until I couldn't see them any more.
I was looking for the highway, but the darkness of evening closed in before I could get my bearings. I didn't know where I was. I sat down and quietly panicked as I realized that I was lost in the middle of the desert with probably ten hours to go before daylight.
Maybe I would have lain down in the sand and tried to get some sleep under normal circumstances, but I knew that was ill-advised now. My naked body was still coated with the slime of congealing sperm. If any part of my body except the soles of my feet touched the sand, it would immediately be covered with gritty sand sticking to the cum. I grimaced just thinking about it getting inside my cunt and ass, corridors of sand leading to my womb and bowels.
So I hopelessly wandered through the night, vainly searching for the highway. With every step I took I didn't know whether I was getting closer or farther away from my objective. Right now I felt so lost that I started to think that maybe even the reappearance of the Speed Freaks would be welcome.
Staggering onward through the night, I became increasingly exhausted. Already spent from being gang-banged, my bumbling desert journey was taxing me to the limits. Increasingly I started to give myself arguments as to why I should just go ahead and drop. So what if I got sand all over myself? one voice would say. Then, just as I was ready to willingly fall, another one would keep me up for a few minutes until the next crisis, telling me I might as well be a piece of Shake 'n Bake in the oven if I fell in the sand. There was no water anywhere. If I got covered with sand sticking to the cum all over my naked body, I'd never get it off. Cum congeals harder than Elmer's Glue. I'd cook out here after the sun came up.
On the other hand, the voice of defeat countered, what difference did it make? If I didn't bake with sand all over my body, I'd burn to a crisp anyway. I was stark naked. My bare skin couldn't take the sun. The fact of the matter was that I had no chance here alone in the desert no matter what I did. I might as well give in now and get some sleep before I was incinerated.
Conceding utter defeat, I collapsed. The instant I fell I could feel the sand cling to my naked body as though my skin were coated with adhesive. The cum all over me seemed to suck the grains of sand to it like iron filings to a magnet, plastering them by the millions all over my body until my skin resembled sandpaper.
"What's the use?" I sighed as I lapsed into unconsciousness.
Ghastly dreams swirled around in my mind as I slept. The sand, scraping and pinching at every pore of my body, inspired infinite nightmares of torture.
In one horrible dream a forest off cocks fucked me, just like the Speed Freaks had done. But this time, instead of sperm, they ejaculated ground glass. That's why my body felt like it was being cut to ribbons. That's why my tits felt like they were scraped raw. My cunt like a giant wound. My asshole felt like someone was pulling a never-ending strand of barbed-wire from it.
Then, suddenly, the whole thrust of the dreams changed. One minute I was writhing in agony, my naked body being chewed to bits… and then in the next minute it was as though I had been hurled into Arctic waters. I opened my eyes, expecting to be face to face with a glacier.
Everything was a blur as the first thing I noticed outside of my nightmare was the sound of my own screaming. Then, suddenly, I realized that all the abrasion was gone from my body and I was immersed in fluid. Water. I could taste it. The blurriness was the water dripping in my eyes. I blinked and focused my eyes, realizing for the first time that I had just been dunked in a pool of water somewhere. I must be in heaven, I thought for an instant.
But when I focused my eyes, I saw that I wasn't. That is, not unless Saint Peter was a crusty old goat who rode around on a mule with its ears poking through a straw hat.
"Howdy, ma'am," the old goat who was not Saint Peter cackled from across the waterhole I was sitting in. "Looks like you got all the sand off you… if'n you know what I mean."
I certainly did know what he meant. He was looking straight at my bare tits, which were bobbing clearly up and down on the water. They were like buoys, my nipples their flags.
"I see you kin still blush," he drawled, sending a missile of tobacco juice sailing from between his teeth. I flinched as it landed in the water only inches from me. "Now, you tell me," he continued. "What's a nice place like this doin' with a gal like you in it? A nekked gal, I might add. Any kind of gal is unusual of course out here, but one as nekked as a homed toad? Can't tell you what a start you give me when I found you. I ain't seen a woman of no kind for three months… let alone a nekked one." He licked the tobacco flecks off his lips.
"You found me?" I said, realizing that despite his repulsiveness he had probably saved my life.
"Yep," he drawled, continuing to look directly at my floating tits. "Actually, my mule, Hector, found you. A mule don't like anything what's out of the ordinary. And you bein' nekked in the middle of this Godforsaken place ain't ordinary no way you look at it. Hector started brayin', refusin' to move. I thought it was a rattlesnake and got off to find the sonofabitch so I could kill it and get on my way. Goddamn, when I found you instead, I thought I'd shit."
"And you brought me here? To this waterhole?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Then you saved my life. How can I ever repay you?"
"Well, now that you mention it…"
"Anything," I assured him with total gratitude. "Anything."
"Anything?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, like I said," he drawled some more, "you'd be the first woman, nekked or otherwise, that ole Hector and I seed since past three months. Out here prospectin' in the desert, the only pussy you see, if you'll pardon the expression, is in mirages. And man nor mule can't fuck a mirage." Fuck! my mind warned me. The old goat wanted me to screw him out of gratitude. I almost retched at the thought.
"I see by the look on your face that you done anticipated me," he said, cocking his head and looking at me like I was a misbehaving child. "I also think you're considerin' welshin' out on your bargain."
"Which bargain?" I blurted.
"The I-save-your-life-in-return-far-anything-I-want bargain that you just promised me a few minutes ago, ma'am," he said with a sinister smile.
Suddenly my stammering protests were ended as his hand dropped to the side of his saddle, smacked leather, and then flew upward with a long, gleaming column of blue metal that pointed straight at inc. He was aiming a rifle right between the tits he had been ogling so fondly.
"Now, you still wanna welsh on our bargain, Missy?" he said, launching a black blur of tobacco juice that landed in the water right between my tits.
The gun looked enormous to me, even across the waterhole. The hole at the end of the barrel seemed so huge that I imagined something the size of a cannon ball must come out of it. I could just see my tits splattered all aver the surface of the waterhole that had saved my life, my murderer my temporary savior.
I didn't want to die. I wanted to get out of this mess and find my way back home. I wanted to be waiting for Phil when he came back off the wad – not dead, my guts deposited meaninglessly over some desert where nobody would ever find my body. I could see my corpse being devoured by vultures within hours after my life ended. It seemed such a waste. Especially when, despite everything, I still loved Phil and I was sure he loved me. Why waste it over a disagreement with an old desert prospector that I'd never see again?
"All right," I said wearily. "Anything. Anything. Anything you want, old timer."
"Prospectin' Charlie," he said. "That's what they call me. Prospectin' Charlie. I been working this desert and the mountains around it for nigh on to thirty years. It's a hard life." He waved the gun.
"Now get on out of that water so I kin see your Goddamn body. I wanna see your sweet little cunt without all that sand coverin' it up. I been dreamin' about cunt ever night for the last three months. And so had Hector. Mules is sterile, but that don't mean they don't like to fuck. He gets even hornier than I do. Goddamn beast's had a hard-on at least a month straight. I'd jack him off, but mule-cum stinks worse 'n a skunk. Nothin' gets that smell out."
Reflexively I looked toward the rear of the mule. Prospectin' Charlie was telling the truth.
Between the animal's haunches a huge, long, blackish tube swung, closely resembling the cock of the horse I'd seen in the salesman's dirty magazine. Instantly my mind recalled the pictures in the magazine, especially the centerfold, the one in which the close-up of the girl's cunt was split by the huge dark prick.
Could that be what Prospectin' Charlie had in mind? Did he want me to fuck his mule, like that poor, sick girl in the magazine?
No, no, I tried to tell myself. Maybe adult-book publishers were that perverse… but not prospectors wandering around in the middle of the desert. Everybody knew publishers were just out for the holy buck. But grizzled old prospectors? They were part of the American legend. Hardy individualists who broke away from the rat race and went out on their own, searching for a dream. The embodiment of the pioneer spirit. The kind of men who made our country great down through the years. The kind of men committed to principle, even though someone like Prospectin' Charlie could probably make more working in a car wash than prospecting.
"Get on out of that water and show me and Hector your pussy, bitch. We been waitin' a long time," Prospectin' Charlie said, shattering my illusions. "'Specially Hector."
I waded towards the shore, feeling my nakedness gradually exposed until I stood totally bare on the sand. I could feel the water dripping from my nipples, and the bush of my cunt trickling my heart pounded in my ears like a tom-tom drum.
"Land o' Goshen," he slurped, "lookit them tits 'n' ass, Hector. Yessiree bob, tits 'n' ass, tits 'n' ass." In his tattered trousers I could see a bulge the size of a softball. "Hector, you're gonna have yourself a high ole time."
"But what about you?" I asked desperately. "Don't you want to fuck me? I can see your hard-on."
"Maybe later," he said with a tobacco-stained grin, "after Hector gets through."
"But a mule," I gagged, trying through any means to change his mind. "Do you want to get in my cunt after a mule's come in it?"
"It's only fittin'," he maintained. "See, I got a confession to make to you. I ain't been totally chaste out here."
"You mean you've been jacking off?" I asked knowingly, trying to achieve some kind of intimacy between us so he would take pity on me.
"Better'n that," he leered. "I been fuckin' ole Hector in the ass."
"Uhg!" I spat some imaginary bile from my mouth.
"Don't knock it 'less you tried it," he winked. "Which a course you never could since you ain't got no dick between them pretty legs of yours. Fact of the matter is that a mule's ass is tighter'n a woman's cunt. Maybe not as sweet – I mean you wouldn't wanna eat it the way you do a woman's pussy – but plenty tight for good fuckin'. And I fucked Hector plenty the last three months. He's taken plenty of jizz up his old mule's ass."
"Unnnnhhh!" I gagged. "What's that got to do with me?" My pussy was spasming the same way my heart had been pounding when I'd thought he was going to shoot me.
"Well, if you'd let me finish before you made that disgusting sound, I'd a told you what I been doin' ain't fair on account a ale Hector ain't had a similar chance to get his rocks off. I mean, ain't no way I'm gonna let him fuck me in the ass! 'Specially not with that horse-cock of his 'n that he inherited from his daddy."
"But my pussy is fair game for him," I spat. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Say, I thought mebbe your brain might be affected by bein' broiled by the desert sun," he said with an obscene grin, "but I see you're thinkin' right good. Yep, right good. You got everything 100 per cent straight."
"Your mule's going to fuck me," I said fatalistically, "or you'll blow my brains out."
"Kee-rect," he said, spitting the second syllable out simultaneously with a wad of wet tobacco. "And I'm gonna watch… either way. With or without your head. Jes' so long as my aim is good enough to miss your cunt, you ain't got no chance with me and Hector. Now get over on your hands and knees like an animal so Hector can fuck you."
"And if I don't?" I bluffed.
The desert air shattered with the sound of a him cocking the barrel of the gun looked like it could swallow me. It was the deadliest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Was there anything I wouldn't do to avoid seeing it explode in my face?
To answer my own question I shifted my gaze again to the rear of the mule. Between its legs I could clearly see its hose-like cock suspended from its belly. It looked horrible… awful… huge… enormous… But as terrifying as it seemed, I knew one thing. It couldn't blow my head off. All it could do was fill me with cum.
"I'll count to three," she said. "And if by then I don't see you turned around on all fours and your sweet little cunt starin' me in the face, then, pow, your tits and brains are Jell-O. Maybe I forgot to tell you, but this here's a scatter gun."
I was in absolute panic. The thought of having the top half of my body reduced to hamburger by buckshot immobilized my brain. I couldn't think.
"One…" he started counting with an evil leer. Only my cunt saw me through. It was the only part of my body that seemed to be functioning. Even my heartbeat had seemed to stop. My breath was frozen as I stood paralyzed by fear. But my pussy… my cunt… throbbed electrically, as though it were pulsing a last-ditch message in Morse Code about what I should do.
Do it. Do it. Do it, my cunt seemed to be telling me. Save your life. Do it. Do it.
I flopped reflexively to the ground, feeling the sand grind instantaneously against my hands and knees. On "three", I swiveled my body around, presenting my ass to Prospectin' Charlie. Before he could get trigger-happy, I pulled apart my thighs and tipped my pelvis, shooting my open pussy straight at him from the rear.
"Oh, Jeeee-sus!" he moaned in obvious ecstasy at seeing my cunt. "Will you look at that, Hector? Bet you'd eat through ten pounds of shit fer that."
The mule whinnied at his owner's vulgarity, pawing on the ground with his hoof. I knew from the commotion that it was only a matter of moments until the inevitable.
It all happened so fast after that that it's still a blur in my mind. One second the mule was braying a few feet away from me… and the next he was braying in my ear, his hot breath reeking of oats.
Hot hooves clomped against my shoulders, the metal shoes pinching my bare flesh. The hair on his belly scraped against my back.
"Now stay on your hands and stand up," Prospectin' Charlie commanded from in front of me. When I looked up and saw that shotgun barrel in my face, I lost all will to resist.
When I was stretched up on my legs, I felt the giant animal-cock for the first time. With my thighs so far apart, my cunt must have been the easiest of targets… even for a dumb animal like a mule. The knob of his hard-on rubbed maddeningly against the lips of my pussy just like a man's erection. With one exception… it was twice as big!
"C'mon, Hector, stick it in," Prospectin' Charlie called to his mule. "If'n you don't hurry up and fuck her, you'll shoot your wad all over her ass without gettin none. Don't you want some of that sweet young pussy, ole boy?"
The mule brayed and whinnied excitedly. Then, abruptly it happened. I had expected the entry of his enormous cock to be excruciatingly painful, especially without any lubrication. But, to my astonishment, at least eight inches of mule-cock slid inside my cunt on the beast's first thrust with no trouble at all. As the squishing penetration filled my ears, I realized for the first time that my pussy was sopping wet!
God, you can't believe how immense his cock felt in my cunt! He quickly rammed it in another couple of inches. With its fantastic girth it plugged up my pussy like a torpedo. But despite its enormity, Hector's battering-ram was so thoroughly greased by the wetness of my cunt, it easily pumped in and out in classic fuck-motion.
I felt I should be ashamed of myself far being turned on by this sickening desert perversion.
However, the fact of the matter was that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been in my life. Somehow I had become hopelessly turned on. Everything was blotted from my mind but the sense of the hot, throbbing telephone pole stretching my sopping pussy to the limit. How could this have happened to me?
I tried to fight it, but what was the use? The feel of almost a foot of cock up my cunt was more than I could resist, regardless of its origin. My mind filled with the image of the picture of the salesman's magazine. I clucked in satisfaction as I compared it with the enormous feeling I had in my pussy. It didn't stack up. The mule's cock was bigger than the one in the picture. Longer… harder… thicker.
With the mule fucking me from the rear, the only way I could accentuate the action was by moving my ass. I twitched it around like I was trying to shake my buns off, whip-sawing the huge animal-prick. Surging every which way within my cunt from my wild action, Hector's cock went even farther within me. Its barbed tip jabbed against some buried pleasure-point I hadn't known existed.
But half of the excitement was knowing that no matter how deeply he buried his prick in my fuck-hole, Hector would always have extra meat to spare – that's how huge the animal's tool was. Noting this with satisfaction, I reached around my haunches with my hands, anxious to wrap my fingers around any exposed cock that I could grasp.
My fingers couldn't begin to close around the beast's shaft. It was so fat and hard that the part filling my box was stretching my cunt hopelessly out of shape. I could feel my pussy expanding so that the top seemed to be extending to my navel, and the bottom to my asshole. I was sure that in a minute I would have one simple bloody gash from my belly to my spine, every bit of it engorged by a hot throbbing prick bigger than anything I had ever contemplated on my horniest day.
"Oooooh, I kin see that you like it," I could hear Prospectin' Charlie crooning.
I opened my eyes and peered out from under my lids. I saw him drooling, salivating at the lewd fuck-action.
But Prospectin' Charlie's watering mouth wasn't all I saw. His pants were off and he stood in his boots fondling a long stiff dick that looked as pink and hard as the rest of him looked old and scroungy. The old guy had a cock on him that would give anyone else but his mule pangs of envy.
Suddenly I forgot about what a crusty old codger Prospectin' Charlie was when he had his pants on. With his cock out, he magically became young and virile insofar as I was concerned, his incongruously youthful hard-on making me drool.
Maybe it was the animal-cock bestially fucking me from behind like I was another animal that had made me lose all restraint, raping my mind as well my cunt. I don't know for sure what caused it, but it was clear that the sight of Prospectin' Charlie's twitching cock made it worse. My body had become totally dominated by sex, the take-over so rapid that I couldn't pinpoint the turning point.
All I cared for was to have the mule's glorious prick crammed as far up my cunt as it would go… and then farther… and farther… until it split me in two if necessary. And, in my mouth, I slobberingly craved Prospectin' Charlie's fantastic looking tool, my lips quivering to wrap themselves around it and give it a big, long suck.
Prospectin' Charlie lost no time in making my wish come true. His pants catching around his boots, he waddled up to me, sticking his big fat cock right under my nose.
My nostrils flared as the scent from day after day of riding in a hot saddle and not bathing hit me. Normally I would have thought he could gag a dog off a gut wagon. But in the incredible situation, my senses raging like wildfire, the stench of his hairy crotch was sheer perfume, an intoxicating fragrance that turned me on more than ever.
I couldn't wait to suck his cock, immediately covering it with my lips. My tongue did a thorough lapping job, cleansing him of the grime and stale sweat that coated every pore of his prick. As I licked, I could feel his cock-head throbbing like a beating heart in my craw. A noticeable blob of anticipatory sperm drooled off and slid down my grateful throat.
Form the rear, Hector the mule was fucking like mad, having buried almost a foot of his infinite cock in my pussy. I wriggled my ass like it was powered by a machine, twisting deliciously against Hector's hard animal-meat. My whole groin felt like it was going to explode from the passion raging within me.
Above, Prospectin' Charlie's balls tightened as I cupped and rubbed them while I continued to suck his cock. My index finger left his balls and tickled up under his ass. In a second I was massaging his crusty asshole, trying to work my way into the tightness of his bung. His odor enveloped me, a musky essence that reeked of the sheerest masculinity.
Prospectin' Charlie was no longer a grizzled old desert rat in the eye of my sex-crazed mind. His sweet cock had transformed him into a mighty frontiersman. Daniel Boone, Jeremiah Johnson and Davy Crockett all rolled into one. Looking like Robert Redford. And with a cock of Paul Bunyan! Christ, it was like sucking a legend's prick.
And Hector the mule wasn't a mangy carcass with an even mangier rider. He was like Trigger, a golden palomino with a long silver mane… and a long, thick cock.
In my excitement I clasped my hand around Prospectin' Charlie's back and pulled him towards me. His cock slammed into my throat the rest of the way to his nuts. Like rocks his balls bruised against my chin and lips. They sizzled with the sperm inside them that waited to be sucked out of his shaft by the cunt of my mouth and drained by my eager throat.
My other hand was now completely groping up the sweaty furrow of his ass, the underside of my forearm supporting his throbbing balls. I had two fingers up his sticky shit-pit, burying them to the third knuckles. One finger rotated clockwise and the other counter-clockwise, setting up a whip-saw motion within his spasming asshole. The more I reamed his ass, the farther his prick inched down my throat.
Behind me the mule was going crazy. Even if I hadn't sensed it from the way his monstrous prick was splitting me, I'd have known it from the deafening braying and whinnying which suddenly filled the air. His uncontrolled bleating sounded like an air-raid as the poor animal went insane from his exposure to the sophisticated world of human sex. My cunning pussy just wouldn't let go of him, twisting his prick like it was a piece of cable.
The mule was scared, frightened by the ferocity of my pussy. Straddling my shoulders I could feel his hooves pawing the pound. He was so frightened he was trying to pull his cock out of my cunt.
I could feel it frantically tugging. But I wouldn't let his cock go. I was determined to make him come in my pussy.
The more Hector tried to remove his prick from my cunt, the harder I tightened my pussy muscles. Everytime he moved, my cunt clamped his cock like a vise. My tight pussy jerked the skin the opposite way from his pulling meat, setting up what must have been maddening friction. The more he tried to get out, the closer he came to coming inside me.
Then, abruptly, the backward motion of his cock reversed. When I felt his prick surge anew, I knew only one thing could be happening. He was getting ready to come! My heart leaped as I braced myself for the onslaught.
Incredibly, it wasn't the wetness I noticed first when he shot off. It was the odor. I remembered what Prospectin' Charlie had said about mule-cum stinking worse than a skunk. Well, if this was the way skunks smelled, I was going to try and find one the next time I was horny and just get off on the scent alone. Maybe something about being sterile makes a mule's cum smell different. I don't know. What I do know was that inhaling it was like taking a whiff of horseradish, airplane glue and Chanel No. 5 all at once, a pungency that went whistling through my sinuses.
My senses reeling from Hector's cum-stench, the male wetness in my cunt made itself obvious and then started to overwhelm me. Maybe it's a good thing mules are sterile. The way they just keep on coming, if their sperm was any good, pretty soon the world would be populated by nothing but jackasses.
Spurt after spurt of thick mule-juice splatted against my engorged cunt-walls, swamping my insides. When my pussy could hold no more, the hot cream started oozing out of the tightness where the girth of his shaft pumped between my taut cunt-lips. Hot jizz streamed down the backs and insides of my legs. It bubbled all the way up my ass, and saturated my pussy hair, turning my crotch into a foaming mess.
I should have felt totally humiliated. So ashamed that I wanted to just crawl off in the desert and die. How could I have been so turned on in such a disgusting situation? But I was… Oh, God, was I!
I should have been wondering if I could ever face my husband again after what I'd done. But, instead, all I was wondering about was how long it was going to take Prospectin' Charlie to get his act together and start coming in my mouth. My belly ached for his fuck-juice.
Hopelessly degraded, I should have yearned for some miracle to put me out of my misery. But the only emotion I felt was pure, unadulterated greed… greed for a second load of hot, steaming cum.
I doubled my fingers in Prospectin' Charlie's ass, forming an abrasive knot that gouged his sensitive tissues. Twisting the knot, I applied the pressure, grinding through the tissue against his prostate gland so his balls could not resist turning themselves inside out and coming would be a blessed certainty.
When his cock jumped, I pulled my fingers out with a pop. It was like puffing the cork out of a bottle of warm champagne. The cum instantaneously shot from his prick. It gushed down my throat like I was sucking on a fire hose. Instantly my stomach was full of it, spurt after spurt flowing down my gullet.
In my cunt the mule had finally stopped spurting. His cock slid around in a swamp of its own goo. I reached behind me and grabbed his prick, pulling it out and letting it rest wetly in the furrow of my ass. The head dribbled sperm on my back. Moving up and down I could feel the loose foreskin rubbing back and forth, the cheeks of my ass pinching his shaft and gently jacking him off.
My gaping pussy unleashed a steady flow of fuck-cream to the sand beneath me. Most of it was Hector's cum, but a lot of it was my own musky flow. I was coming so hard that my pussy-mouth choked and spewed like it was throwing up. Except, instead of vomit, it was pouring forth the sticky goo of fucking.
Above, Prospectin' Charlie's cock finally gave out, blasting its last bolt of hot in and then collapsing from its noble effort. I gobbled all the way down on it one last time and then let it slide from my mouth, smacking my lips from the feast.
With both pricks out of me, my own coming passed its peak and gradually diminished. Bathed in the dreamy afterglow of fucking, I sat in the sand, feeling the wet mule-cock slide limply off me. The animal keeled over on his side and just lay there with his enormous brown eyes rolling, panting, his long red tongue lolling out of his mouth.
I could feel the sand sticking to the cum and grinding away at my ass and pussy again, but I didn't care. The hot sun beat down on my unprotected naked flesh, but that didn't bother me either. My sweat mingled with the sperm all over my body, making me feel like I was coated with slime. I felt dirty and sloppy and grimy and thoroughly and perfectly fucked.