Buck Me Cowboy

But it was the river that fucking did me in. Gallant saw the river and skidded to a halt suddenly, throwing me off to land in some brambles.

Some gallant horse he was.

Because shit, it’d been so painful. I sat up, ass hurting, covered in gook. Tar Baby? Please. I was more like the tar human, completely covered in dirt, shit, who knows what else. And not only that, but my leg was messed up in some damn way. I could barely haul myself up to stumble around like a blind man before collapsing.

But shit, Morgans don’t give up easy. So I fucking dragged myself on hands and knees, god knows how long, until I got to the homestead. There was a house, a barn, and some other outbuildings, but no matter. Using my last ounce of energy, I heaved that barn door open and stumbled into a stall, collapsing on the hay.

I must have passed out because after that, there was nothing. I was out like a fucking light, dead to the world, sure I was gonna bleed to death in some godforsaken nowhere. Fuck my life. Literally, I was gonna die.

But then an angel of light came. Or maybe I should call her the devil, because what angel does the things she did?

The brunette had been sweet and innocent looking. She was curvy everywhere, huge tits underneath that big loose shirt, giant butt jammed into a pair of well-worn jeans. But it was her mouth that was a fucking furnace. Because yeah, she cut my jeans off to tend to my wound, and then my magic dong did it. As usual, my cock practically leapt into her mouth, the girl unable to resist.

Because I’ve got a damn huge fuckpole. And I’m not just saying this, it’s the truth. Girls have strained and tried, and only the best can take me all the way. That’s right, a lot of times, they can’t even get it in to the hilt, they squirm and scream, spreading their legs, pulling their vag lips wide, but the monster is just too huge.

So this girl’s reaction didn’t surprise me at all. The brunette thought I was out like a light, but actually I saw everything. I saw how her eyes widened, perfect pink pout opening into an “O.” I saw how her tits heaved, the nipples going stiff, how her butt wiggled like she couldn’t wait to sample me inside that sweet box.

But it was her mouth that did the work. Because without any hesitation, the little slut leaned forwards and licked me a long one. Fuck yeah. This was the best injury ever. I’d happily cut off my entire leg if it meant I was gonna get a hot BJ from a sassy brunette. I’d sacrifice all my limbs. Because she was so fucking good, those pink lips stretching wide to fit my girth, pulled so far that she paused, breathing heavy.

But girlie is a champ because she went down all the way, bending her head forwards so that my dick disappeared entirely into that hot cavern, lips pressed up against my pubes. It was so fucking wrong, I could literally see my dicktip creeping slowly down her esophagus, moving inch by inch down the swan-like neck.

But the little female did it, and pretty soon she was sliding up and down my pole like a pro, moaning with pleasure, filling her mouth with the good stuff. I should have shut up and let her finish, but that goddamn wound decided to break open again, and I grunted in combined pain and ecstasy. Fuck fuck fuck!

The brunette leapt up then, my cock popping out from her mouth with an audible sucking sound, chin slick and wet. I swear, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of my shaft like a satisfied Cheshire Cat. So I went with it.

“Do it,” I commanded, blue eyes blazing all over that curvy form. “Keep going.”

But the little girl flushed and literally ran out of the barn then, leaving me alone to suffer massive blue balls. It was then that I must have lapsed into unconsciousness again, the dark seeping to cover my vision. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’d been the best oral ever, watching a sweet innocent mouth milk my monster, and now it was all over because of my fucking injury. I could kill that horse, sell him to Mexico for glue.

But now, I’m alive again. Yeah, that wound’s not gonna keep me down even though it throbs like a motherfucker. So I get up, stumbling to my feet, still pants-less. Yeah, like a real super-hero.

Grabbing a horse blanket, I wrap the stiff material around my waist before hobbling outside. Shit, this place is real run down. The big door is barely on its hinges, and even in the low morning light I can see how overrun the garden is with weeds.