***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 6*** She reached to his face ..

***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 6*** She reached to his face and brushed her palm against his cheeks. “This ain’t a game.” He backed off of her so she could move. “Off the truck,” she said. He backed away further and ended up standing on the ground at the truck bed. She backed up, on her hands and knees backward, ass high. She stopped when his hands touched her. “Take down my panties, slowly.” His fingers ran along the elastic band. At her hips, he pulled them back. Soon a small tattoo appeared on her pale butt. In a thin cursive script were the words “Stay Wild”. He kissed the tattoo and asked, “You wild?” She just moaned softly. He worked the panties over her round cheeks. As she felt cool air surround her, she turned her head toward him. “Did I say you could take them down?” He didn’t answer. He only let the purple panties drop down her legs, caught up at her cowboy boots. His hands pawed her large ass. His fingers touched and felt deep. When she cooed, he guided her off the truck to stand backside to him. She flinched when she felt his cock press against her pussy. She looked up and saw a drifting cloud block the moon glow. Jerry entered her wet pussy and sharp pangs hit her body. The pangs were followed immediately by a warmth that flowed from her core out to the tips of her toes as he pulled back his cock, so only the head remained enveloped. The rush of pangs and pleasure continued as her wetness had fully coated his dick. “Yes, yes,” Kitty managed to whimper. Hearing her words, Jerry upped his pressure and speed, his stomach tensing and his heart pumping. He tried to speak, but both his mind and body were grunting mentally and physically. In his stead, the pickup proudly began to creak and cheep with his thrusts. She urged and encouraged him. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She reached between her legs to massage her clit in tight circles. Her body jolted. Her massaging sped up. As Jerry’s body straightened and his lean torso flexed, she grabbed the nape of his neck to brace herself for the joy that was about to come. Her back arched as Jerry dug deep, making her flesh to jiggle. In his push he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. She saw the cloud had passed, and the moonlight shined bright. Jerry, stretched over her like a howling wolf, hissed and grunted. His breathing begins quick successions of staccato inhales. They sped up, until there was a sudden pause. A tense moment later, Kitty felt his explosion in her. Getting him, her body twitched into a contortion and a surge of prickles and waves of warmth, blurring her mind. Pleasure. As the pleasure eased over the coming time, the moon unclouded, and Jerry was lying next to her in the truck bed, drawing calligraphy over her breasts. “That tattoo’a yours, you know, matches you good.” “You one of the only ones to have seen it.” “I hope it stays like that too.” “Treat me good, boy, and it will. And just lettin’ me drive your truck ain’t treatin’ me good neither.” “I can treat you better than any truck-drivin’ boy can. But I c’ain’t understand you skidding out my truck.” “Check the tattoo.” “I gotta be careful of you.” “Yes, you do. Stay on my good side.” ***THE END***