David Crane - It_s donkey time!

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…"