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CHAPTER FOUR

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.

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.

Then, when his cock jumped enough that I knew it was on the brink of coming, I immediately stopped licking. Ah, another extra bucket of cum for my pussy, I thought greedily.

My cowboy panted for air as the demands of his cock temporarily eased up. He was so busy getting his breath that he might not have even noticed when I first started my finger up his tight, sweaty asshole. But after the first knuckle had penetrated he had to have known.

After the second knuckle, with my twisting finger surging up his ass, he jumped.

After the third, he moaned.

His cock, held by my other hand, jumped in my fingers. It sprang from his loins like it was going into orbit.

My finger popped wetly out of his ass. Another extra load of jizz.

Deciding that a triple dose of cum was enough to satisfy me, I put my cards right on the table. "Okay, cowboy, let's fuck."

"While you're on your period?"

"That's right, cowboy," I looked him straight in the eye. "Blood-fuck me!"

"Anything you say," he leered, brandishing his prick like a six-shooter. "How do you want it?"

"What's the best way in a truck?"

"Off the steering wheel," he said enthusiastically.

"I don't get it."

"Yours truly will be waitin' at the bottom."

"Now I get it."

What a fantastic idea, I thought. Landing on his prick would be like jumping out of a window and landing on a picket fence.

Stripping my skirt, I got up on the dashboard and worked my wet ass across it to the driver's side of the cab. My moist buns and dripping pussy left a glistening trail that caused the closed quarters to reek of female sex.

At the wheel, I slid my legs over the edge of the dash and straddled its circumference. Resting the bottom of my ass against the top of the wheel, I began my descent.

My pussy was out in front of me all the way, leading the way with its pouting, open lips. Cunt juice, tinged pink by menstrual blood, ran down my legs. The constant foaming within my pussy prepared me for the unbelievable penetration that was about to take place.

Looking down the chute of my spread legs, I could see it waiting for me there. His cock. Almost a foot of twitching, hard muscle. It looked brutal and sadistic. Unmerciful. I hoped it would split me in two.

Now we were touching. At last. The head of his prick nibbled like a hungry barracuda at the entrance of my cunt, working my pussy lips over like they were raw meat.

This was the tricky part. I had to slide down on him just right or his cock would squirt maddeningly away from my cunt. I didn't want to play games fumbling for his prick when I needed it inside me – I wanted to fuck, right now. As far as I was concerned there was no margin for error.

Swinging my hips, just so, in a tight pendulum, I secured the end of his cock between my clutching pussy lips. Sliding down a couple of inches, I felt his dick-head slide between my labia and engorge the mouth of my fuck-canal.

Experimenting, I wiggled around to make sure he wouldn't shake loose from the noose of my pussy. However, the more I moved my ass, the tighter he seemed imbedded in me. Clearly, I wasn't going to have any further trouble from here on in.

Secure in my knowledge that he was solidly stuck in my cunt, I threw caution to the winds. The next part of my descent down the steering wheel was a six-inch slide that took most of his long, hard cock up my pussy.

Looking down, I had a clear view of his prick throbbing in my cunt, moving back and forth in order to create the magical friction of fucking. I was delirious with lustful joy, but still wasn't satisfied. I wanted those last few inches of cock still showing up my cunt.

I ground down on him meticulously, taking a fractional piece of his cock at a time. Slowly but surely I could see it disappearing into the gaping mouth of my hairy cunt. Inside it filled my body more and more. His prick seemed to be in my stomach. Pushing the air from my lungs. Pressuring my kidneys and bowels so that I wanted to shit and piss and come all at once.

When I gulped, sure his cock was going to come surging out of my throat, I looked down and saw that it had finally made it all the way. His prick had vanished, totally swallowed by my pussy. The only evidence it existed was his tangled blond pubic hair and straining balls.

His nuts slammed tightly against the mouth of my cunt as I ground into him.

Since I was on top I had to do most of the work. Secure in the knowledge that I had been able to take every inch of him, I started moving my cunt up and down his long, stiff prick. My pussy lips slid one direction and then the other on his shaft, doing a job on his cock that made it shudder inside me.

"God, how I want your cum!" I cried. "Come in me, please! Please!"

Humping his pelvis, he lifted me off the wheel into mid-air far a brief, quivering moment. The cum erupted from his cock like molten lava from a volcano.

My gamble had paid off. As the cum kept spurting and spurting, I knew my pussy was getting more jizz than it had ever swallowed.

My own orgasm was so intense that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what was happening between my legs; the sheer, shooting thrust of his endless thunderbolts of cum.

More, more, more he spurted. Rivers of sperm were gushing from my pussy and running down my legs. His balls pumped the stuff unrelentingly out of his dick. I had more fluid between my legs than I'd had at the peak of my menstrual flow.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "This is so wonderful. So fucking wonderful!"

Then, with one last bolt of scalding stickiness, he stopped coming. As his dick started to shrivel in my pussy, I collapsed to the seat. Looking down between my thighs I could actually see my cunt throbbing. It ached with joy.

My cowboy trucker was stirring again, which was my cue to get myself together and flee the scene. No matter how soothing it was to bathe in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, I knew I had to get the hell out of there. I didn't want any chance of him pressuring me to get to know him better. I'd already gotten all I wanted from him.

Hurriedly I dressed. By the time he sat up, I was closing the door behind me, my feet touching the pavement as I threw him a goodbye kiss.