Frank Brown: Mom_s donkey show

"Fuck me, Billy, oh fuck me!"

Sally was squirming under the boy, wiggling her ass in the straw as Billy pistoned his teen-aged cock in her sucking young cunt.

Connie turned her attention back to her rutting son and the little nymphomaniac underneath him. The boy's eyes rolled drunkenly. He humped as fast as a dog. Sally's cunt was obviously tight enough to drive him crazy with pleasure as he worked his stiff cock inside it.

Amazing, Connie thought. The girl had been fucked by a horse-cock only a short time ago, by a cock as thick and long as an arm, and now her teenaged pussyhole was so tightened up again Billy couldn't get enough of it.

"Yeah!" Billy mumbled. "Yeah, oh yeah!" The long muscles alongside his spine tensed and undulated like snakes as he swung his pelvis, fucking, fucking, fucking. His ass-cheeks dimpled rhythmically. The obscene sounds of squishing and sucking came from the fuckhole he was thrusting into. Sally's cunt was still a pool of horse-cum inside, and her young pussyhole was as talented as a whore's mouth.

Give it to her, Connie thought. Ram the dirty little slut! For some reason, Connie took delight in watching her virile young son, pleasuring his big cock in the little nympho's pussy. It pleased her to see the boy's muscles all working in unison as he drove his cock like a jackhammer. She could sense his pleasure.

Sally writhed under the boy, her toes clutching his asscheeks, her eyes rolled back to white slits. She tossed her head from side to side on the yellow straw, gasping with pleasure as her pussy spasmed and as Billy gnawed at her neck like a vampire.

Connie could hardly believe that the girl was coming again. The girl was insatiable, totally obsessed with pleasure, her cunt having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Sally had surely experienced at least a dozen orgasms within the last hour, and the girl gave no signs of slowing down. Connie had a flash of memory – of Sam screwing Trixie Smith the papergirl. Connie knew without a doubt that Trixie had been just as insatiable. Lucky Sam, Connie thought.

Billy was laboring away, fucking as if his cock were made of wood and he could last all day. Connie wondered whether the boy had already shot a load into the girl and was now working toward another orgasm of his own.

Sally let her arms and legs drop, letting Billy rut at her as if she were a sex-toy. The boy pushed up with his arms, bridging himself over her as he bore down, ramming with his tight loins, plunging his cock in her fluid-oozing cunthole. The muscles of his slender body stood out as if carved in stone, his skin shiny with sweat. His hair fell over his eyes. He panted as he fucked, putting all his concentration and energy into driving his cock like a torpedo up the young girl's juicy pussy.

"Huh, huh, huh!" he grunted, knifing his cock faster and faster, wiggling his ass.

Sally squirmed under him, her toes clutching crazily, her eyes making wobbly rotations in their sockets. She let her arms and legs lie, however, not reaching up to clamp them around the boy. It was as if her arms and legs were tied down and she was being raped.

Billy's ass became a blur. His cock knifed like a piston in a racing stock car. He snapped his head back, his eyes showing only white, his mouth gaping. His skinny body shuddered, then started to jerk. He whimpered as he fucked his load into Sally's body.

Sally moaned, arching her loins up toward him. She grabbed her nipples and twisted on them, squirming madly under the grunting, spurting boy. Her eyes rolled back and she started to shiver.

"I'm coming," she whispered. "Mmmmmmm! Squirt it!"

Billy churned his spurting cock inside her and she writhed under him as if his prick were an electrified drill bit. The boy remained bridged over her, his back arched, his loins grinding, until the quivering of his flanks subsided. Then he collapsed on the girl with a satisfied sigh. Sally wrapped her arms and legs around him, purring like a kitten.

Matt's right, Connie thought. They are animals. Maybe we're all animals!

Connie woke up, hungry for a taste of more cock. She stretched, then climbed out of bed. Without bothering to put a robe on over her naked body, she went down the hall to the bathroom, her tits bouncing, her pussylips working together as she walked. Her pussylips were perpetually swollen these days, her cunt wet and hot.

She sat on the toilet and pissed, getting a thrill even from ejecting the hot yellow fluid. Her pussy tingled as the piss hissed out. She yawned, thinking that maybe this morning she ought to go back to bed and catch a few extra winks instead of going to the office so early. But then she thought of the German shepherd that had been brought in yesterday and immediately forgot about going back to bed.

The animal was perfectly healthy, but she'd told the owner she'd like to keep it in the office kennel a few days, "for observation". She didn't tell him that what she wanted to observe, and even service, was that hot red piece of dogcock between the animal's legs.

Connie, you're becoming a complete and hopeless pervert, she told herself. But aren't you having the fun! It was really too bad, she thought, that she hadn't discovered the thrill of bestiality years ago, as a young girl like Sally. Well, better late than never. And she was fast making up for what she'd missed in the past.

"Thank you, Matt," she said, getting up and flushing the toilet.

If Matt hadn't kept after her, if he hadn't taken her to Tijuana three weeks ago, she'd still be depressed over the divorce from Sam and living in constant sexual frustration. Now she felt more liberated and satisfied than she'd ever dreamed was possible.

"Thank you, Matt," she said again. "And thank you, Billy."

She'd never forget her shock and her joy at looking over her shoulder that day in Matt's stable to see her hard-cocked son come at her from behind and mount her. Just the memory of it gave her such a thrill that she could almost get off.

She left the bathroom and headed for Billy's room, swallowing the saliva that kept filling her mouth. She pushed his door open and entered his room, going straight to his bed. The boy lay on his back, apparently sound asleep. Connie peeled the sheet off him. His cock lay on his belly, pointing at his navel, hard and fat and throbbing. Every morning since that wild day at Matt's when Billy had first fucked her, Connie had come into his bedroom like this and uncovered his naked body and every morning his young cock had been hard as stone.

She leaned over and kissed his cock, then his balls, enjoying his musky boyish scent. He gasped in his sleep as his cock flexed up, glued to her kissing lips. She kissed his small brown nipples, then nuzzled down into his armpits.

He mumbled groggily, then raised his arms, pillowing his head in his clasped hands and exposing his armpits. He sighed, keeping his eyes closed, as Connie licked his salty armpits with their sprigs of sprouting blondish hair.

She kissed his lips, then moved down to lie on the bed between his legs and give him his morning blow-job. As she lifted his cock and wrapped her lips around it, the boy arched up, stretching and sighing. She swallowed his big prick nearly to its base, taking its head deep in her throat, and the boy shivered all over.

"Suck it," he mumbled, lying there passively and totally relaxed. "Give it a good suck, Mom."

Connie bobbed her head, twirling her wet tongue up and down the backside of Billy's teenaged cock. As she worked on the huge cylinder of fuckmeat, it pulsed powerfully in her mouth and Billy began to gasp and squirm.

"Play with my balls," the boy mumbled. Connie caressed and gently squeezed her son's hairless balls. They felt spongy but firm, and they throbbed between her fingers. She tickled the sensitive skin all around the nutsac, then slipped her finger down to stimulate the boy's asspucker. The hot little pucker quivered against her fingertip as she rubbed it.