Soon we were making the rounds I'd gone with the previous bitch, Susie. We were hitting the stage shows, and sweet and innocent Lucy was doing exactly the same thing as Susie had done, letting herself be fucked in front of a hall full of guys, taking me in her cunt or mouth, putting on the performance exactly as I knew she would from the minute I first marked her.
There was the dog, too. I got Rover out of a kennel where I had kept him during most of my travels. He was a lot older, and had forgotten what cunt was about. But the minute he was lined up with the stuff, his memory came back, and he smelled and licked like the Rover of old. Lucy loved his dick in her twat, too, though at first she pretended to think it was simply dreadful that I should ever want her to fuck a dog.
So Rover and I put on the old act for the troops wherever they booked us, and the crowds went wild. Yet I wanted something more, had determined I would have something more even in the first time I had spotted Lucy on that street that afternoon in her home town. And the "something different" came one day in the example of Esel.
That was the donkey's name. He was a beautiful little thing, like something left over from a Walt Disney cartoon. He was a kind of little butterball and cute as they come. And he came, too. Let me tell you about that.
When I brought him home one evening to the house we occupied on the edge of the town where we were living for awhile and from which we traveled to other towns in the area, Lucy was surprised. "Whatever on earth are you doing with a mule?" she asked, looking at Esel and bemused by his cute appearance.
"It's a donkey," I corrected. "A mule can't fuck."
She didn't know what I meant, but accepted it scientifically. After all, that's the definition of a mule, isn't it? And besides, she was intrigued by the animal, and spent a lot of time with it.
That night I said to her: "Suppose Esel fucked you." We were in bed and I had my fist up her hole, banging hell out of her. It was something I never had let her lose the feel of. I believe in hooking a broad on a habit; and with Lucy, it was for a purpose I never had stopped planning.
"Esel fuck me?" she said dumbly even while her eyes were glazed and while she was humping my fist like a madwoman. Yet she had time to think of that, see? So I knew the mark was ready.
"Sure," I said, "it's no different than fucking a fist. It's the same thing – except it's with a dick. Besides, you've screwed Rover. So you know something about animals."
She said nothing, but ran through a come wildly. Then, exhausted, slowly recuperating, she looked to me, my fists still in her wet hot runt. "Are you thinking about the act?" she asked me in a sly way, yet one in which she revealed she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Would you mind?" I said.
"Whatever you think, Ace," she gave me back. There it was: a broad's old excuse. Whatever the guy thinks is what she'll do. Bullshit. I knew damned well she wanted to screw that donkey, and she wanted to screw him badly.
There was a reason for that. As I've said, I never stopped fucking her with my fist. Oh, I had topped her with my peter, and we performed with my peter and not my fist in the acts in front of groups. But I knew she didn't half as much enjoy my dick as she did my fist. I had arranged it exactly so that she never should like anything better than my fist. I wanted her to want a donkey's dong. And I knew now that she was wanting exactly that.
"Let's bring him into the bedroom," I said, getting off the rack. "What the hell. Let's have some fun." And I went to the backyard where we had that animal tied. Bringing him back, I said, standing him beside the bed, seeing ourselves with the donkey in a set of mirrors we had around our bed to look at ourselves, "Play with his dong, Luce. Have fun with his dong awhile."
She looked at me but only for a second. It was a suggestion she wanted to hear. And she rolled to the edge of the bed, went under him with a hand and began creasing his dick's tip. It wasn't long before Esel had a hard-on to rock a continent. She was amazed at its size. "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen," she gushed. And she kept right on giving it the treatment. She loved it. Her eyes went big, and I could see her drooling. She wanted nothing better than to have his pork in her mouth.
But I didn't want that yet. I wanted her to anticipate fucking him. I wanted to build her guts to a solid groan from the thoughts of having his enormous yang in her hole. So I told her we wouldn't have them fuck yet. Instead we would do something else.
"But how will I know how it feels if I don't try him?" she asked like a little girl wheedling a nickel for an all-day sucker. "If I have to fuck him in front of the clubs, I ought to know how it feels."
"No," I said. "Suck him off if you want to. But no fucking. Not yet."
"Suck him off?" The thought amused her, and she grinned big as she looked at that fantastic long cock hanging from his scrotum. And then she simply rolled off the bed and went beneath him. She didn't need another word. She lapped at his dick while she held its gigantic root, and she lipped and licked it this way and that. Esel's rod grew even greater, and he began pawing the carpet and making crazy little neighing sounds as he threw back his head and turned slightly one way and the other.
She got under him on her knees, settling back on her shins, gripped his rod with both her little hands, and then began a thorough sucking job. His dick was too big to consume without stretching her mouth to its maximum opening. And she was going crazy from the pressure at the sides of her lips. It was everything she ever wanted, and more. And she worked Esel's gigantic rod for all it was worth.
She played fingers up and down its length, mouthed as much of its head as she could, licked its red immensity in all directions, lubed his cock with its pearly juice, and went crazy as he started trying to fuck her. Finally, she told me to turn him so that he went with his forepaws onto the bed while she sat against the bed and sucked his dick. She turned so that her knees were raised, her feet planted firmly against the floor, and she simply relaxed against the bed while he proceeded to fuck her mouth.
And he rammed her solidly. He gave her everything that was in him. He walloped that long cock again and again into her mouth, and all the time he grunted and groaned from the obvious good feeling her lips were giving him. She closed her eyes meanwhile, placed her fingertips along his shaft, and simply let him jam it to her mouth. Finally she practically gagged from the way he plunged his rod into her mouth, and he started going like a crazy beast solidly down her throat.
He came in a tremendous explosion, suddenly letting out a wild neigh at the ceiling, losing his cool totally, and shot everything in him to her mouth. And she loved it, of course. As I knew she would, she swallowed everything that animal could give her. She took it all, and you could see her gulping it down, just swallowing every bit of donkey come. It was a sight to see.
Afterwards she nibbled Esel's dick and licked him clean, going up and down his head, loving every last pearly drop of his creamy big come. She licked that donkey like it was a kitten and she was a cat. And she made him hard all over again, just from her licking.
"Now please let me fuck him," she begged, his cock enormous again. "Ace, we can't afford to waste something like this." She wagged his frantic dick and made the whole thing a joke. But I knew she wanted that pork in her bun badly.
"No," I said, leading Esel away, even while the animal protested and balked. I beat his flank, and he kicked at the air, and finally he only went when she went with him, playing with his rod as we all went into the backyard and tied him up again. Then nothing would do but she had to suck him, because that crazy beast starters neighing madly when we tried to ditch the bastard. And it all ended up with Lucy naked beneath him in that garden, their forms outlined by the moonlight, as she brought him to another big come down her throat. "Oh, he's so wonderful," she said, afterwards, licking her lips where the come dribbled from them. And she went back into the house looking like she had just found the true faith.
Broads are crazy. They pretend they don't like anything except what's right, and if you ever believed what a broad told you about sex, you'd wonder how the world got populated the way it did. But show a broad a cock straight on, and they'll grab it every time. And when you show them two cocks, they'll grab the biggest every time. So when Lucy didn't give a shit for my dick after seeing that big dong Esel offered her, I knew everything would work out perfectly when we performed for a group again the following week. The only thing I would have to worry about was the possibility Lucy might sneak out to the backyard for a quick fuck when I wasn't looking.
But that never happened. And I spent the week, training Esel to lick her cunt. We tied it up with her blow jobs on him, making his blow jobs a reward for a good cunt licking. And Lucy would go onto her knees exactly as she did whenever Rover licked her twat or fucked her, and Esel would sniff around her hole, then start lapping her with a huge tongue. Afterwards she would reward him with a tongue job on his dong. "You're the greatest header in the animal world," I said facetiously often.
She didn't mind. Oh, she said I had ruined her, brought her to disgrace, and all that shit. But she went ahead, doing what she always had done, anyway. And when the night of her first donkey fuck neared, she became more and more excited, until, in the dressing room that night, as the audience, having seen Esel arrive, went wild with its own anticipation, she whispered to me, "I'm so scared and happy, I'm almost peeing myself."
"You're coming definitely," I said, seeing her wet cunt hairs as she sat naked before me, her legs spread and her fingers sometimes massaging her twat.
Then we went out onto the floor for the big number. By noising it around quietly ahead of time that they could expect something special, I'd managed to get that damned hall more crowded than, on previous trips to that particular town, I had ever seen it before. The place was loaded, guys were standing ten deep, and the room was full of smoke, everyone smoking probably because they were so damned excited.
Then we paraded Esel to the center of the floor, Lucy went onto her knees in front of him, and they both went to work. The donkey tongued her twat nicely, really lapping her crotch. The crowd went wild. They hooted and howled, behaved as if they'd go through the ceiling on a vast track of sound, and loved everything they saw.
She turned around when her first come had arrived, broke his cunt-lapping, and began tonguing his big yang. He responded as always, wildly, pawing the floor, neighing, wanting badly to ride to a come. Then, when, reflexively, he tried to raise his forefeet onto something, as he had done in training sessions on our bed at home, Lucy turned around, her behind to the animal, and I placed his hooves on her back and readied him close in for the action.
But the damndest thing happened. In his wild rush to enter her, he started into the wrong hole. At first I tried to stop him. But have you ever tried to stop a donkey when he makes up his mind to do something? Besides, I suddenly saw the beauty of it, and I even patted his ass, saying: "Go to it, Esel boy, and the best of luck."
She screamed. "No!!!!" she yelled. "Please, no!!" and she went into a lurch, trying to break free from him. But I held her tightly, and several of the guys in the crowd helped me, and Esel went smack into her bunghole, ramming her fantastically. She screamed again and again, damned near fainted but took that beast up her can.
And in and in he went. It was unbelievable to watch. He just kept driving his dick like a violent wedge deeper and deeper into her behind, inserting his long hard thick yang up into her bowels. Her screams truly were bloodcurdling, and she fell forward, her cheek to the floor, unable to support herself on her elbows more, so great was the strain.
And Esel just kept going higher and higher into her asshole. It was unbelievable to watch how far he penetrated her. He just kept going forever.
It was more beautiful than if I had planned it. The crowd went absolutely insane. They clapped, shouted, hooted, hollered, whistled, stomped, rose on their feet and went insane, wholly insane. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Then the animal began withdrawing, pumping, shoving and pulling back, ramming her and pulling away, savagely rocking her ass with that immense prick. He gave her everything there was to give, and she finally fainted. She couldn't stand it any longer, and in the middle of a yell, she fainted, him solidly in a new plunge all the way into her intestine.
I kicked her for fainting. I kicked her face hard. "Bitch," I shouted. "The least you could have done was stay conscious. You lousy bitch." And I kicked her again. The crowd loved it. They loved seeing her kicked and fucked simultaneously, and some of the guys who had been holding her tried kicking her too. They went after her in a fury, and they bludgeoned her body with their violence. It was a lovely sight to behold, trust me; truly lovely.
Then we propped up her body so that Esel could continue his fuck. And the animal did a great job. He walloped her bunghole with everything he had in him, and he sent her sprawling with every lunge so that we constantly had to prop her again for a new lunge; and finally we simply held her while he moved to his come.
Talk about your comes, too. You never saw anything like what he gave her. I guess it was tighter than he ever had known a hole could be, and he must have been so overjoyed that, done his come, he simply howled in the most chilling neigh in the world, baying at the ceiling from his good joy. And then he began fucking her again.
That's the truth. He wasn't done yet. In starting to pull out from her, the friction was so great on his dong apparently that he began all over again, banging her solidly for a new coming, jazzing her with a fanaticism that belongs to the great missionaries. He applied so much zeal into his task that he was damned near human. And all the while we had to keep her propped.
It was fantastic.
And it still wasn't done. When Esel was finally out from her asshole, the crowd, in a single yelp, came at me. "Let us, now," they yelled. "Let us now." And they were a mob, a fevering mob. And several of the lead men even had their pricks out already begging to stud her. I looked at that row of massive hardens at the front of the mob, and I couldn't turn them away.
"Go to it," I said, "and you have my blessings." I laughed. Then, with the help of those others who had held her, we turned her over onto her back. She was still unconscious. Somebody brought water and threw it in her face. She woke. We spread her legs. She looked up to see the first guy climbing down between her thighs. She screamed and tried to force him away. I kicked her face when she did that and her head flopped to one side, and she went into a howl. The guy topped her, anyway.
They lined up to fuck her. I went down the row, taking a price from each of them. They paid gladly the fee I named, and they held their cocks waiting their turns. She fainted again, of course, and they studded her while she was unconscious. One after another they studded her, and each came to a wild good come. I thought of all that jism piling up inside of her, and finally I brought Esel back to the scene and had him lick her cunt clean between a couple of takes.
But those guys didn't give a shit. All they wanted to do was fuck her. They could care less whose come was already in her. They sloshed around in their buddies' juices and had a helluva good time. It was the greatest, believe me.
And then it was time to get rid of her. She had served her purpose, and it was time to get rid of her.