The latecomer – and later cummer, as it were – hurried in, sweating and looking concerned. He was a big, brawny fellow in a flannel shirt, with an impressive swelling in his jeans.
He stepped up next to Belinda and Tom. "Shit – have I missed it?" he growled. He scowled at the stage, his eyes narrowing when he saw that Maria was sprawled out, unattended by donkey-cock. The creamy flow from her cunt paid tribute to the fact that the deed had already been done.
"Goddammit!" he rasped, shaking his head in disgust. "I had a fucking flat tire and hadda fix it and…" he grinned lasciviously, "… my prick is so fucking stiff that I coulda used it instead of the tire jack!"
He looked around, grimacing when he saw that all the other pricks had either been put away or were hanging down, spent and dripping. There was cum all over the floor and clinging to the edge or the stage.
"Pretty good act, huh?" he asked.
Belinda started to answer him. Tom shook his head, cautioning her not to take a chance on having the newcomer penetrate her disguise by speaking in her husky, feminine voice.
But Belinda was annoyed with Tom for having denied her and she shot him a challenging, willful, disobedient glance. When Belinda was horny or hungry, she hated to be turned down.
"Yeah, it was great," she said. "The young girl blew the donkey, then the big fucker fucked the older woman's cunt, then she ate herself out…"
The newcomer groaned, gnashing his teeth and rolling his eyes in regret. He shook his head, hunching his broad shoulders up and looking forlorn. Tom was relieved that the man hadn't recognized Belinda as a woman. He was evidently too concerned with his own frustration.
He seemed to be undecided about something, pondering or debating some monumental issue as he nibbled thoughtfully at his lower lip and stared at the motionless, but still juicy, tableau on the stage.
One big hand slid down and cupped his crotch, fondly feeling his cock and balls.
"Aw, fuck it," he grunted, coming to a conclusion. "I guess I might as well jack off, anyhow."
He looked rather sheepish, as if he felt the need to apologize for pulling his prick.
"At least I can look at the broad's big tits and wet cunt," he muttered. Then he laughed, harshly. "It beats tossing off in a fucking toilet, right?"
Grinning, Belinda nodded her agreement.
Tom scowled at her, feeling a rising panic. He was well aware that Belinda was up to some devious mischief. But there was nothing that he could do to control the willful girl – he had never been able to do that – and the newcomer was a lot bigger than Tom was.
The man ripped his fly open viciously, as if annoyed with his zipper for holding his cock captive. His huge prick shot out like a rocket. He hadn't exaggerated. That enormous cock did look capable of substituting for a tire iron. Belinda blinked and made a soft, purring sound when she gazed at his formidable, undrained cock.
Tom turned pale and shook his head, pleading with her to behave, but Belinda's eyes were glued to the naked cock that loomed from the stranger's fly.
What a mouthwatering sight it was!
His cock-head was a massive hunk of dark purple cock-meat, bulging out from a long, fat, heavily veined cock-stalk. It throbbed and pulsed, so taut that it was vibrating. He reached into his open fly and hauled out a handful of swollen balls. Belinda gasped. If his prick could have been used to change a tire, his balls looked full enough to inflate that tire with fuck-juice!
Obviously proud of his rig, he put his hands on his hips and shoved his loins out. His cock stood like a torch, his hot cock-knob now glowing a dull red. He pulsed his prick-muscles a few times, then reached down and folded one big fist around the thick root of his cock-stalk.
He started to pump his pounding cock.
"Want some help with that?" Belinda asked, all sweet and shy and innocent as she glanced at Tom, as if daring him to intercede. Tom had been pale. Now he blushed.
The stranger eyed Belinda suspiciously.
"What are you – some kind of deviate?" he rasped.
Belinda stepped toward him, smiling, ignoring Tom who was obviously distressed. The stranger squinted and moved back a step, thinking himself the prey of a fag.
Belinda wondered what the fellow would do if she continued to pursue him in her disguise? The idea amused her. He was a manly sort of guy and she wondered if she could seduce him as a man? But she didn't want to take a chance on rejection – or maybe a black eye.
She took her hat off.
Tom groaned and the stranger gasped as her long, blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders.
She shook her head, silken tresses tumbling. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, but the newcomer still looked suspicious, in this day and age of unisex hair.
Then Belinda removed all doubts.
She opened the front of her raincoat, revealing her gender unequivocally. Belinda had a gorgeous body. Her tits were plump and thrusting, capped by large pink nipples that stood out. Her back was slender, her waist trim, her hips supple. Her cunt-bush was a tangle of golden curls dipping into the delta of her groin. She held the raincoat open as the stranger gaped at her in disbelief – then grinned with delight.
"I asked if you wanted some help with that," she said, inclining her head toward his cock.
The man blushed, realizing that he was still holding his prick in a frigging position. Jacking off in front of a couple other eyes had been acceptable but now he was embarrassed that a girl – and a very, very sexy girl, at that – had been a witness to his intended self-abuse.
He glanced at her escort.
Tom, resigned, sighed and shrugged.
"Sure, baby," the stranger croaked, pulling his hand off his prick and jamming his belly out towards Belinda. His cock throbbed and his angry red cock-knob flared. Belinda reached out and fingered his cock-head. It was fiery hot. She ran her finger down his cock-shaft and cupped his swollen balls appraisingly.
"Nice," she whispered.
Tom turned away, grimacing. But then, fascinated, his own cock thundering, he turned back and looked at them. Some of the others had noticed, as well.
They moved closer, delighted by this added element of audience participation – and sorry that they had already milked themselves dry.
Belinda held his balls in her left hand and folded her right hand around his cock. She pulled up slowly, then pushed back to his cock-root. His cock-knob ballooned as she skinned it and his cock-shaft hummed in her fist. She stroked him again, then sank down onto her knees before him.
"Maybe I should lick it a little bit," she said, glancing toward Tom with a wicked gleam in her blue eyes, taunting the man who had brought her here and then rejected her by offering this stranger the treat that Tom had refused.
Her tongue flicked out and slurped at his cock-knob, salivating onto his purple cock-slab.
"Yummy!" she purred.
"Yeah – lick that fucker!" he moaned.
She tongued his cock-head again, running her flattened lapper up the flaring underside, then against his cock-tip. A glob of pre-cum oozed from his piss-hole.
Belinda whimpered and licked it up. She drew back, letting the gooey glob run over her taste-buds. Then she swallowed.
That first taste of his cum whetted her appetite. Belinda began to lap all over his fat cock-crown, lapping up more cum as it squeezed from his parted cleft. Her tongue darted and flashed, curled and flicked, tantalizing his cock-knob. She was drooling, bathing him with saliva.
He trembled, thrusting his cock in and out with a jerky motion.
Belinda kissed his cock-tip lovingly. Her blonde head tilted from side to side and she gazed down, fascinated, watching her pink tongue glide over his fiery cock-meat. She slid her lapper into his piss-hole, causing him to moan.
"Oooooh – your prick is delicious," she sighed.
Tilting her head, she tongued down his cock-stalk, tracing along the thick, pulsating ventral vein. She lapped at his balls, then slid her tongue slowly back up his cock, flicking it against the sensitive spot where his cock-head ballooned out from his cock-stalk. Turning her face from side to side she lapped up and down his cock-shaft, tonguing his balls at the root and his cock-knob at the top of the moist fuck-strokes. His prick was vibrating like a tuning fork against her eager lapper. She fitted her lips to the underside of his thick cock and ran them up and down, as if she were playing a flute.
Fat drops of cum rolled out from his piss-hole and she slurped them up hungrily, moaning with the succulence of the stuff, eager to swallow his full cum-load. But she was in no hurry, fingering over the preliminaries, savoring the meaty main course. She would have gladly tongued him for hours before she milked out her reward, but from the way that his balls were swelling she knew he wouldn't last long.
She drew her tongue up his cock-stalk with a long, wet, dragging slurp. Pursing her sensual lips, she kissed the dripping tip of his cock-knob. It throbbed violently. Her lips stirred against his cock, as if she were speaking into a microphone.
"Cum!" she whispered. "Shoot in my mouth – give me your hot, thick fuck-juice to drink…" Her lips slowly parted and she fed his swollen cock-head into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and her lips compressed, collaring his thick cock-shaft just behind his cock-knob. She nursed and suckled ravenously on his cock-crown, then bobbed her head down as if ducking for apples in a barrel, feeding more prick in.
"Ummmm – ummmm…" she sighed as she sucked, cherishing every tasty inch.
Her head ducked down and she took his cock in to the very roots. Her chin brushed against his balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair as she took his cock-knob right down her throat.
She began to bob up and down rhythmically on his cock, gorging her mouth. He humped, fucking into her face. He had one open hand against the back of her head, as if holding her on his cock, but it wasn't necessary – Belinda had no intention of moving away until she had completed her creamy feast. Her head tilted. She took his cock-head into her cheek, then the other cheek, then back into her gorge, deep-throating him voraciously.
"Umpfff!" she gagged, as his swollen cock clogged her gullet, but she took it all. Then she purred as she sucked back up his cock-stalk.
"Yeah – suck it, baby – suck me off…" he grunted, jerking into her head. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her cheeks and curtained his balls as he fucked his thundering prick in her lovely face.
"Fuck my mouth!" she whimpered, her words muffled on cock-meat. "Fuck my mouth just like a cunt – cream my tongue – hose my throat – whitewash my fucking tonsils…"
Her sweet cock-suckers mouth worked on him like a suction cup. Her lips unpeeled as she slurped and her tongue danced against the underside of his cock-head and cock-shaft as it slid in and out. She was drooling down his cock-stalk as her lips pulled up to his cock-crown. Milky, frothy pre-cum streaked her slobber, trickling down his cock. Then her head bobbed down and she sucked it back into her magic mouth.
"Cum – cum – cum…" she whimpered, bobbing faster, starving for his jism.
He fucked into her head, his balls swinging out to slap under her chin like the clappers of a hairy bell. Belinda gulped and gurgled with joy, her radiant face tilting back on his vigorous fuck-thrusts.
"Here it comes!" he howled.
"Yeah – yeah…" she gasped.
"Take it, baby!" he cried, fucking his massive cock into her eager mouth as his fuck-juice came jetting up his cock.
His first hot, thick spurt shot straight down Belinda's throat, missing her tongue and mouth. She pulled back up his cock-shaft, sucking through every inch. His second creamy geyser skimmed over her tastebuds.
She swallowed it with joy, sucking for more. His cum-juice kept squirting out, hot and thick as melted lead, shooting into her cheeks, hitting the arched roof of her mouth, splashing onto her flashing tongue. She sucked and swallowed in cum-drinker's rapture, her lovely face a radiant mask of passion.
"More – don't stop – keep cumming…" she gurgled, greedily, gulping his cum down with relish.
But the man was starting to falter. His balls were deflating as surely as the tire that had delayed his arrival.
His last cum spattered on her tongue, followed by a mere trickle. Belinda could feel each separate glob of cum roll onto her taste-buds. She kept on sucking, milking him to the bone, dragging a few last dribbles of precious fuck-juice out from his piss-hole.
She continued to suck even as his cock softened and shrunk in her mouth. When at last she drew her creamy lips away, his prick collapsed, flopping down against his thigh, all glistening with her saliva. She leaned in and used her tongue to gather up a few stray drops of cum that had eluded her lips and run down onto his balls.
"Ummmm – that was scrumptious," she purred, licking her spunky lips and smiling contentedly.
She turned to look at Tom and giggled when she saw how stricken he looked. The stranger, too, glanced at Tom.
"Jeez, Mister – don't you mind if your girlfriend sucks other guys off?" he rasped.
"She isn't my girlfriend," Tom muttered.
The man looked puzzled.
"Your wife, then?" he asked.
Tom shook his head and shrugged.
"Well, who the hell is she, then?" asked the stranger.
Tom looked embarrassed.
"She's my sister," he said.
It had been that way since they were kids.
Belinda had always embarrassed her older brother by her scandalous behavior, never trying to hide her promiscuity but, rather, seeming to take delight in flaunting her naughty inclinations.
One day, Tom had come home from school looking distraught. For a while he had just stared at the girl suspiciously – especially at her mouth. Finally, she had asked him what was wrong.
"Jesus, Sis – all the guys at school have been teasing me about you!" he'd blurted out.
"Yeah? What'd they say?" she inquired, looking curious but not at all concerned.
"They say you give blow-jobs," he muttered.
Belinda giggled.
"Well, sure I do," she said.
Tom wailed in dismay, ashamed to be the brother of a blower – yet turned on by the idea, as well. Belinda, glancing at his crotch, noticed that normal reaction.
"I guess I've sucked off just about every guy in town, Tom," she said. She paused. "Except you."
"Holy shit, Sis – that would be incest!" he wailed.
"Yeah – fun, too," said that naughty nymphet – and proceeded to open his fly and suck him off and swallow a huge load of brotherly love…
Tom had another load of brotherly love bloating his bails now, as he watched his sister licking her lips. The stranger was gaping at him, aghast at the revelation.
Belinda got up and took Tom by the hand. "Let's go back to the hotel," she suggested. Hand in hand, like young lovers, the siblings strolled from the barn. The man she had just sucked dry stared after them, images of incest dancing in his head.
"What a slut you are, Sis," Tom said.
"Makes you horny, doesn't it?" she giggled. Tom couldn't deny it. The evidence was thundering in the front of his trousers. And his sister was horny, too. Now that her mouth had been so creamily satisfied, her juicy cunt was smoldering for attention. She always relished a bit of incest – although now, after the donkey show, Belinda was thinking fondly of animal fucking, as well.
As they walked down the street of that dusty border town, the heated fragrance of Belinda's pussy was streaming from between her thighs. Her cunt squished, spilling out her tantalizing aroma.
Somewhere, a dog howled. Another dog yelped from an alley and came trotting out, his nostrils flaring and his prick beginning to swell.
Belinda secretly smiled.
She had done a lot of naughty things, but she had never fucked with an animal.
The prospect thrilled her to the core.
And Belinda had come to the right place…