by Amy Brent
“Stop that before you bust your stitches!” she yelled, waving her hands at me.
“Darlin’, I’m not gonna stop till I bust this nut,” I yelled back, ignoring the pain that was ripping through my left side where the bull had gutted me. His fucking horn stabbed into my guts about six inches they said, then he picked me up like a rag doll and shook his big old head, twisting my guts around like a meat grinder before tossing me to the side.
The doc had patched up my guts and sewn up the gash about a week ago, so I was still healing. There was a big bandage on my left side covering the wound, with a mile of gauze wrapped around my waist to keep it in place.
I also had several cracked ribs and they were taped up, but they didn’t bother me much. I’d cracked my ribs so often I felt funny if I didn’t have a pain when I breathed.
Even though it hurt like a motherfucker and I could look down to see blood soaking into the bandage, I wasn’t gonna stop poking it to this little gal until I blew my load in her hot box. I expected the old nurse would understand and be okay with it after she had time to think things over. Every man feels better after bustin’ a nut.
And brother, I was getting close and I was feeling fine.
The young nurse moaned and pushed her ass back against me. My big old pecker just kept ramrodding her like a derrick drilling for oil. She said she was cumming, so I quit holding back and came right along with her.
I was glad we were about done. The old nurse standing in the door watching us was starting to give me the creeps.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and came like a bursting dam. I gave her a few more good thrusts just to make sure she got hers, then collapsed back on the toilet seat.
My big old cock slid out of her and flopped wet and nasty against my leg.
My side hurt like a son of a bitch.
The patch covering the wound was now drenched with blood. Blood was seeping from under the bandage, sluicing down my left hip and leg like a little stream running south.
The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the old nurse yelling at the young one, the young one tugging up her pants and crying, and thinking that I had died just like I wanted to; while fucking a sweet young piece of pussy that milked my old pecker like a milking machine.
And if that had been the last thought to go through my head, that would have been just fine with me.
(To be released - Feb 25th, 2017)
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