The budget which Leo had allegedly worked on was presented on the first of the new year. Not being able to use that as an excuse any more, he came up with a new alibi. He said he was giving special help to retarded students.
"Retarded college students?" I said incredulously.
"It's a government program," he explained. "The federal government pays their tuition for four years if we'll guarantee them a bachelor's degrees."
"Isn't that kind of hypocritical?"
"Not really," he said blandly. "The college needs the money for the football team. Besides, we're doing it in good faith. I mean that the government doesn't force us to tutor them to see that they actually wind up knowing something. All we're really required to do is give them the piece of paper after four years of attendance. The Dean just thinks it's the right thing to do, and selected me to do it."
"Then I'm sure it's a noble project," I said sarcastically. "Hadn't you better get going? Your students must be waiting for you."
"I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic," he said with surprise, completely missing that I was putting him down. "I thought you might be starting to resent being left alone all the time. Do you have enough to do around here?"
"Plenty," I smiled.
"You don't know how glad I am to hear that," he said. "I'd hate to feel guilty with all the other things I have on my mind these days."
Just go fuck your cute little coed, I thought impatiently, and spare me any more of this lying bullshit.
With Leo gone most of the time I began hitching farther and farther away from home. I knew he wasn't going to be home until late, and that all I had to do was slip into bed and pretend I was asleep before he walked in at midnight or so. If I did come in after him he would probably already be conked out. In case he asked the next day, I invented the potential excuse that I'd joined a bowling team.
One reason I was straying farther from home was that I found myself craving experiences that were more and more unusual. I would try and quench my fires by fucking myself at home with the dildo I'd purchased, but that just made me want to go out on the road even more. Then, no sooner would I suck or fuck the cock of some hick motorist, than I would find myself with an even deeper craving. Making it with another woman would make me come again, but I would still want more.
Increasingly I tried to hitch rides from cars with passengers in them so I could groove on some group sex. If their sexes were mixed it was even better. There was nothing I liked more than making it with cocks and pussies at the same time.
But, no matter how far I went, I still had the feeling in the back of my mind that I still hadn't done everything I wanted to do. Although I didn't know exactly what I wanted, I knew that I had to have it.
Then one day I found myself standing in the parking – lot of a gas station on the outskirts of town when an opportunity presented itself which I couldn't ignore, even though at first I wasn't sure of its significance. Something vaguely told me as I tried to size up the situation that I was finally going to have the something different I'd been brooding about.
Out of the dust of the foothills, a long, white Cadillac hauling a wooden trailer pulled off the highway and eased to a stop by a row of gas pumps. When the driver got out to take a piss, I saw that he was a lanky cowboy type, bronzed from the sun.
In his tight pants, form-fitting shirt, ten-gallon hat, and gleaming boots, he was an absolutely beautiful man. I should have been physically aroused just looking at him from a distance, but, curiously, I felt nothing.
As he went around the side of the station to the john, I walked closer to the Caddy and the trailer, mysteriously drawn to it despite my puzzling lack of attraction to the owner. On the side of the trailer, fancy red lettering proclaimed: Carl Fennimore. Gallup, N.M., Frontier Days Rodeo Champion.
The sudden whinny sharply piercing the air told me that the cowboy was hauling his horse in the trailer. It didn't seem fair to me that the cowboy should have his name on the side of the trailer while the horse who carried him to the championship remained anonymous.
Moving around to back of the trailer, I saw the golden head of a palomino stallion tossing its white mane, neighing and snorting repeatedly. When I got a better look at the beautiful animal, I saw that he was trying to look behind himself to see who I was, aware that I was looking at him.
I had never seen such a magnificent beast. The contrast of his golden fleeced alabaster mane was hypnotic. He had a long sensitive face, and adorable brown eyes that were enormous. His nostrils flared as he tried to figure out who I was by picking up my scent.
Drawn to him like a magnet, I pulled myself up on the back of the trailer and peeked inside for a good look. The full sight of the horse was even more spectacular then his proud head. He was a perfectly proportioned animal, seeming with his gleaming coat to have been sculpted from pure gold.
Then I saw something which took my breath away. Jutting from between his haunches and hanging under his belly was the biggest, hardest cock I'd ever seen on man or beast. I just couldn't believe it. I wondered if it was so big because he had to piss.
I felt my tongue uncontrollably slide over my lips. Saliva started to trickle down my chin as my mouth watered. Between my legs, my pussy spasmed, becoming instantly wet. I couldn't understand what was happening to my body.
"You like him, ma'am?" a deep, masculine voice from behind made me jump out of my dress.
"Oh… yes… yes… very much," I panted, turning around to face the cowboy whose horse it was.
"His names Firebomb," the cowboy said. "Mine's Carl."
"Carl Fennimore?" I said.
A big smile creased his leathery face. "Shoot, you mean you recognized me? I guess I got fans everywhere I don't even know about."
"Well, actually," I tried to let him down easy, "I saw your name on the side of the trailer."
"Oh… that…" he said disappointedly.
"Why don't you put the horse's name on the trailer, too?" I asked, looking at the beast's gorgeous head out of the corner of my eye.
"Hell, he can't read," Fennimore laughed, getting over the disappointment that he wasn't a household word.
"Well, he certainly is a beautiful horse," I said. "Would you like to ride him?" Fennimore asked.
"I'd love to," I surprised myself by admitting. "But where? Around the gas station?"
"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.
I dropped to my knees, kneeling under Firebomb's belly, gazing in wonder at the long, stiff cock I was now clutching with both hands. A long, leathery foreskin enveloped the steel rod, loose enough that I could easily tug it back and forth. When I pulled it back my eyes bugged out at the size of the knot at the end of his prick.
Firebomb liked what I was doing to him. For the first time since we had met, he was still. He breathed heavily and I could feel his pulse racing as he stood there like a statue letting me do whatever I pleased with his cock.
As tentatively as I had first felt it with my fingers, I stuck out my tongue and barely touched his cock with the tip of it. His prick tasted salty, drenched with the sweat from the exertion of galloping so hard and fast.
Gradually increasing the exploration of my tongue until I was actually licking him, I moved my mouth toward his massive prick-head, nuzzling my lips against it.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and did the unthinkable, working my ups over the head of his cock. The fleshy barb pulsed in my mouth, engorging it as I hungrily started gobbling his meat.
Within seconds he was six inches in my mouth, and, incredibly, four of those were cock-head. His prick was so thick that I wouldn't be able to swallow as much of it as I would a man's, but its quantity and quality more than made up for that little disappointment.
When Firebomb whinnied I knew what he wanted. Slowly and sensuously I began moving my lips back and forth along his prick, letting him fuck me in the mouth. Again and again I caught his foreskin over the head of his cock and then pulled it back, chafing his prick practically raw with my nibbling lips and scraping teeth.
My hands moved from his shaft to his huge balls. When I squeezed the enormous spheres I could feel them churning in my hands. A smile spread across my face and wrapped around his cock as I imagined what an elegant onslaught of sperm must be brewing in his nuts.
Under my skin, my pussy was going wild while I played with his cock. Every throb of the huge veins coursing trough his organ made my pussy spasm as he fucked me in the mouth. I couldn't help but wonder what his prick would feel like between my legs.
"Fuck me, Firebomb," I said, sliding my lips from his wet cock. "Did they teach you how to fuck in the rodeo?"
Trying to entice him, I got over on all fours like an animal in heat and hoisted my ass up to his dick showing him that I wanted to be fucked. Spreading my cheeks, I opened my foaming snatch at him, flexing toward his prick with my fuck-starved cunt.
Suddenly the limitless open spaces of the countryside were filled with the rumble of Firebomb's guttural whinny. His snorts made it sound like all hell was breaking inside his massive body.
Both front hooves started pawing the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust that shrouded us. I clenched my teeth from the grit in the air and closed my eyes. The only thing I left unprotected was my cunt, and no amount of dust could dry it up.
Then, in the midst of the blinding confusion, with dust from Firebomb's hooves swirling around us and his anguished bleats filling the air, I felt something unbelievably hard and warm rubbing against the lips of my cunt. The head of his long, hard cock.
Wriggling my ass like a practiced mare in heat, I stretched my cunt wider and wider, opening such a gooey tunnel that even a horse's cock could slip easily inside. Then I jerked back toward Firebomb. It was just enough for my sucking pussy lips, to clamp around the end of his prick as his enormous cock-head penetrated my cunt.
With the head of his prick trapped in my pussy, I started thinking ahead, greedily wondering how much of his cock I could get inserted in my cunt. The more I could get it was certain the more I would want.
As my cunt started to absorb the stalk of his endless prick, Firebomb started to calm down. A series of thrusts pushed his cock seven or eight throbbing inches up my fuck-canal, adding to the three or four my cunt had already swallowed on its own.
With ten to twelve inches of hard horse cock stretching my snatch, I strained for even more. But no amount of wiggling, twisting, gyrating or cajoling with my hips, ass and pussy could get Firebomb's prick more than two more inches inside me.
It wasn't as much as I absolutely wanted, but then I wanted to be split in two. However, it was more than satisfactory to know that there was bare minimum of a foot of cock in my pussy.
Penetration maximized, we could get down to the real nitty gritty of fucking. Which, with over a foot of cock in my cunt, would be easy to do.
Firebomb was throwing everything he had into fucking me now, filling my body with his cock the way he would a mare. As he fucked me like an animal, I responded like one, feeling my bestial desires flood my senses.
Instead of moaning like a human, I bleated and snorted like a fuck-crazed animal while Firebomb humped me. Sweat poured from my body and made my blouse cling to my bare flesh. My thighs quivered as his thrusting cock forced them farther and farther apart from the unbelievable stretching it was giving my cunt. Above, in the middle of my painfully parted cheeks, tiny veins popped around the ridges of my asshole from the strain.
Wetting a finger in my mouth, I reached to the taut cleavage of my rear and bathed my burning asshole with a glob of fresh spit. It felt so good I kept on rubbing my fingertip into my anus long after the pain had gone. Before I knew it my wet finger had automatically slipped inside my asshole, and was jogging back and forth in a delicious finger-fuck.
Pleased by my penetration of my ass, I put my free hand to my tits, giving myself the erotic abuse of pinching my nipples together. They stiffened like spikes, standing erectly from my reddened tits.
I could hear Firebomb start to snort in continuous bursts, sounding like a runaway locomotive. I didn't have to possess a degree in animal husbandry to know that the commotion stemmed from his approaching climax. Of course his dick swelling an extra inch in diameter in my pussy gave me a diagnostic advantage an orthodox veterinarian doesn't have.
Expecting an explosion in my pussy, I lifted my face to the azure sky and let forth a head-shaking whinny that was even more bestial than Firebomb's guttural blasts. A spray of spit and snot flew from my mouth and nose as I flared my nostrils like an animal and bleated in ecstasy, as low-down as any horny sow in the barnyard.
Responding with a lurch to my animalistic communication, Firebomb rammed his cock in my pussy as far as it could go without killing me and then erupted. Suddenly my cunt felt like it was ravaged, a flood devastating my insides. Cum poured and poured into the recesses of my being. It felt like buckets of the stuff were being splashed against the straining walls of my snatch.
Excess cum gurgled and then sprayed from the tightly packed corners of my cock-clutching pussy lips. Jizz was everywhere, dribbling down my thighs in thick rivulets.
Within seconds I was drenched with horse cum to the knees on the fronts and backs of my legs. I felt like I was drowning in the stuff. Imagining what the cunt of a mare must be like to regularly accept such a load was a mind-boggling concept.
As Firebomb came and came, I added to the ecstasy by servicing my tits and ass. Pinching both my nipples together, I felt my tits flutter inside as though they were experiencing an orgasm separate from the one that was spanning my cunt. My finger slid in and out of my ass in greasy thrusts, making my anal canal constrict.
When Firebomb finally stopped spurting I realized that something was gnawing in the pit of my stomach. Following my instincts, I moved forward and slid off his cum-slicked prick.
Turning around to face his magnificent tool, I grabbed it with both hands and guided it to my open mouth. I lapped the cum off hungrily, swallowing glob after glob of rich goo. It wasn't long before the gnawing in my stomach stopped.
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.