It’s Donkey Time!

CHAPTER THREE

The spectators cheered the performance. One or two men threw their hats into the air and several were stamping their feet. No one clapped, but that was understandable – a man can't very well clap with one hand, and most of them were industriously pulling their pricks.

Maria looked around, sniffing, basking in the glow of that audience appreciation, loving their acclaim as much as she loved the donkey's cock.

She nodded her head as if, sprawled out on her back, she were acknowledging their response with a horizontal bow, a prone curtain call.

Sharing similar tastes, no one was shy or reluctant to reveal their randy response. A man in a cowboy hat hooted, rocking up and down as if he were riding a bucking bronco, one fist clenched on his prick.

As his cum squirted out, he snatched his Stetson off and waved it triumphantly above his head. A farmer wearing bibbed denim overalls bent over his cock as if he were plowing a furrow with his prick – and then fertilizing that furrow with his seminal seed. A lean, wiry veteran wearing faded battle dress unleashed a barrage from his hand-held howitzer, his jism looping through a long trajectory and splattering on the edge of the stage.

Then Maria saw that one of the spectators – a slender young man who looked rather delicate – was more modest than most. He was frigging away as vigorously as anyone else, but doing it with his hand inside his raincoat.

Maria would have been amused and intrigued had she realized that the young man was actually a girl, and that it was a cunt being caressed in concealment. The woman, a confirmed exhibitionist, would have been delighted to know she had a female fan.

Belinda, too, was casting her eyes around the ring of aroused spectators as she fingered her cunt, enjoying the exciting sight of all those masturbating men – although she was thinking that it was a dreadful waste of jism. She sighed wistfully, again figuring that it was a shame that she was accompanied and inhibited by Tom.

Then Belinda looked at the stage again, as Maria commenced her encore.

The donkey was standing off to one side, his prick hanging down, dripping onto the platform and his long ears drooping as if in postcoital sadness.

Juanita had moved toward him to lead him off, but then paused when she realized that Maria was not yet through performing.

Maria parted her lusty thighs wide. Her thick, black-bushed cunt gaped open, her pink cunt-slot flooded with donkey fuck-juice, her whole crotch drenched and slathered. Her clit was floating in slime.

She shifted, hiking her ass up and placing her hands under her hips. Her feet rose higher, pawing at the air, then she bowed and threw her legs right on over, so that her body was bent upon itself.

Her soaking cunt hovered just above her upturned face and her knees were beside her head. Her tongue slid across her lower lip as the woman stared up into her own cum-drenched crotch.

A hush fell over the audience.

Someone groaned, realizing what this acrobatic woman could do! There was not a man there who had not tried to give himself head and now they were fascinated as they saw that this carnal contortionist was going to gobble her own gooey gash!

A pearly drop of cum-juice ran down Maria's unfolded cunt-slot and dropped off, splashing onto her lips. She gave a hungry little whimper. Her tongue shot out and she writhed, lowering her groin onto her face. She kept her knees wide apart as her tongue slid out and tapped against her clit.

Her hands were cupped on the curved cheeks of her ass, as if the woman were tilting her cunt to her lips like a chalice she intended to drain. Her tongue flashed against her clit, traced along her pussy-lips, then slipped right up into her cunt-slot.

She tongue-fucked in and out, slurping moistly. She was tonguing out the inner folds of her open cunt greedily. Girl-cum and donkey-jism slimed onto her lips and into her open mouth. Then her lips parted wider and she clamped her mouth right onto her own cunt-slot, starting to suck.

"Ummmm – ahhhh…" she moaned, squirming onto her own upturned face.

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked. Her mouth was stuck on her cunt like a suction cup. Trickles of donkey-jism and cunt-juice ran down her cheeks.

"Holy shit!" Belinda breathed.

Belinda's sensual lips and tongue were working, as if she were emulating what Maria was doing. Her tongue flicked out tantalizingly.

"Oooooh – I wish I could do that!" she rasped.

"Suck your own cunt?" Tom croaked.

"Yeah. And…" she gave Tom an impish, sideways glance, "… and her cunt, too!"

Tom groaned in despair of her depravity, but his prick leaped savagely. Unlike the others, Tom had not jacked himself off. He might have been a bit of a prude, but he was no fool and he was saving his load for a far more interesting receptacle than his own hand.

Maria's thighs tensed and rippled. Her ass churned as she mopped her muff against her face, coating herself with fuck-cream from chin to brow. The cheeks of her ass parted, showing the tight brown bud of her shit-hole. She worked the tip of her finger against her puckered cunt-slot, then slid it in, frigging her asshole as she mouthed her cunt.

She moved her hand down into her groin and licked at her soiled finger, then pushed it into her shit-chute again. She changed hands, reaming her ass with one and rubbing her clit with the other, pushing her fingers into her mouth as she alternated and still sucked hungrily on her pussy all the while.

She swallowed with a gulping sound. She had already sucked all the donkey-cum out of her sodden snatch and now she was drinking unadulterated cunt-juice – and that cunt-juice was getting hotter and thicker as the insatiable woman rose towards another climax.

She drew her swollen clit into her lip's and sucked on the tingling bud, then mouthed her cunt-slot. As her lips worked on the hairy rim, her tongue slithered deeply up her cunt-hole. Her clit went off in her lips and she switched back to her cunt as cum-juice gushed out.

She cried out, abandoned to the joy – the ecstasy of being pleasured at both ends at once, satisfying mouth and cunt, tongue and clit with the same effort. Her clit flared against her tongue.

She was drinking fuck-cream greedily and spilling it out heavily, so that it seemed as if the same cum-juice she was swallowing was rushing straight through her body and pouring from her pussy, only to be swallowed again in a never-ending chain – a river of hot, perfumed pussy-nectar boiling through her body, the source bubbling from her cunt and spilling out into her mouth.

She came – and came again.

Maria's orgasm was fueling upon itself and lubricating itself with cum-juice and saliva. She continued to cream like a perpetual motion machine, energizing itself on its own spent exhaust.

Sucking a cunt – her own or someone else's – made Maria hot and, as she creamed in turn, she gave herself more cum to suck and swallow. Creaming made her hungry, and sinking her tongue into her cunt only made her cream again.

Her voluptuous body coiled taut, then snapped into an arch. Her feet bicycled behind her head and her knees clamped around her ears as she buried her face into her cunt. Whimpers and squishing, slurping sounds drifted from her cunt as she gulped and gurgled, gorging herself on her own goo.

She shook violently as the highest peak rushed through her loins, leaving her trembling and breathless. Slowly, she uncurled from her bowed position, bringing her legs up and over and sprawling on her back, thighs parted.

A dreamy smile turned up her creamy lips and her dark eyes were narrowed and glazed. Lost in bliss, Maria had even forgotten the audience. She lay there, tits heaving, in a world of her own.

But the audience had not forgotten Maria. Everyone – except Tom but including Belinda – had cum at least once by this time, some of the more potent gentlemen having spilled out two or more foaming loads during the course of the performance.

But Tom still denied his tormented cock the relief of a hand-job, both because he was too proper to jerk off in public and because he was saving that pent-up cum for sexy Belinda.

The front of his pants bulged alarmingly.

This surging arousal did not escape Belinda's attention. Her gaze slid from Maria's soaking cunt, shifting sideways to Tom's loins. She smiled, batting her eyelashes seductively.

Belinda was desperate with desire now, her own hands and fingers a feeble substitute for prick. She had been almost as stimulated by watching Maria eat herself out as she had been by watching Juanita suck the burro off and Maria subsequently fuck the brute.

Belinda was horny and hungry, her mouth as aroused as her cunt, her tongue tingling. From the way that her companion's prick was bucking and jolting she was afraid that he was going to cream in his pants – and what a terrible shame that would be!

She was already bemoaning the waste of all the other fuck-juice that had been spilled in the barn. The floor was all slippery with spent spunk, the air tainted by the musky scent of heated cock-meat and the starchy aroma of jism. The very atmosphere was permeated by the fragrance of lust – and Belinda's mouth was watering for cum.

Belinda gazed longingly at Tom. Her eyes stared into his face, then dropped suggestively down to the writhing lump in his groin.

Tom groaned and shook his head.

Belinda drew her hand out from under her raincoat. Her fingers were sticky and cunt-juice had pooled in her palm. She brought her hand up to her lips and, gazing bewitchingly at Tom, wanting to make him so hot and horny that he lost all of his inhibitions and modesty, she slid her tongue out and licked at her hand.

Tom groaned again, staggering slightly, as, if the weight of his hard-on had thrown him off balance as it shifted in his crotch. The heavy ballast of his bloated balls grew more massive by the moment.

Belinda delicately licked all her own seepage from her palm, purring softly, like a kitten. Then she bunched her fingers together into a phallic shape and slowly fed them in and out of her lips in a fucking motion, as if she were sucking a prick.

As she finger-fucked her mouth, her gaze moved meaningfully down to Tom's groin again. She sucked softly, hinting at the pleasure her mouth could yield.

She stepped toward him, reaching out with her wet hand, showing the tip of her tongue.

But despite his raging needs, Tom was resolute. He stepped back as she groped for him. He yearned for her sweet mouth, but not in public – and especially not when she was disguised as a man.

Belinda whimpered with frustration.

Then a latecomer rushed into the barn…