Frank Brown: Mom_s donkey show

"Then do it," Connie said, squirming as the fuck-thrills screwed through her asshole. "Fuck my ass all night! Mmn, that feels so good!"

Connie's loins tingled to the core with fuck sensations. She loved getting ass-fucked. It was a different kind of pleasure than getting fucked up the cunt. She felt wicked, dirty, and she loved it.

Matt pounded away, sliding his long thick cock in and out. His cockhead rippled along the sensitive folds of her asshole and she felt corkscrews of pleasure in her guts. Her asshole contracted, sucking Matt's cock.

"Baby, I can't hold it!" Matt humped wildly. "Jesus Christ, here it comes!"

"Shoot it, Matt, oh God!"

Matt's cock flexed, spurting streams of hot jism into her bowels. He groaned, shaking, jerking, pumping out his cum.

Connie gasped, wiggling her ass in circles, grinding it against Matt's belly as he hunched over her like a whimpering hound. She could feel his spurts deep inside her.

Matt collapsed on top of her and she collapsed under him, unable to hold up his weight. He breathed heavily, his heart slamming against her back.

"Don't pull it out," she said. "Leave it in me all night. I need it. Just keep fucking me."

Billy chewed his lips as he shot his cum against the bathroom door. He was kneeling in front of it, naked, pounding his cock as he peeked through the keyhole into his mother's room.

That lucky Matt, fucking Mom's hot ass! It must feel like heaven.

Billy got some toilet paper and carefully wiped his cum off the door. It was still warm. He then wiped his earlier load off the mirror and sink and he tossed the cum-sticky wads of paper into the toilet. Then he pissed, looking down at his fat, long prick. It was still frosted with the Mexican girl's cuntcream.

What a night it had been! Watching that Mexican girl get it from the dog, then fucking her himself, then watching her get it from the donkey. She'd even sucked the animals off! Shit! How he wished he had that girl in his room right now! He'd make her suck him off, then he'd fuck her all night, fuck her up the asshole even. Shit!

He heard his mother gasping and quickly resumed his post at the keyhole. Matt was really fucking the shit out of her, just like dad used to. Billy really missed watching through the keyhole at home as dad fucked between Mom's legs or mounted on her ass. Well, now maybe the good days would come back. He hoped that when they got back home Matt would start coming over every night and fucking the shit out of Mom. Billy loved to watch. It made him fucking hot!

Billy started beating his cock. He could still smell the Mexican girl's cuntcream on it. As he watched Matt hump his mother, he imagined that he was Matt. In a few minutes he was spurting all over, daggers of pleasure knifing up the core of his prick.

Connie canceled all her late-afternoon appointments because she knew that once she got to Matt's she'd end up fucking her brains out and would be in no mood to return to the office to give a few distemper shots before she called it quits for the day. They'd flown in from Tijuana late last night and Connie had turned down Matt's offer for her to spend the night at his ranch. She wouldn't let him spend the night with her in town either. What would Billy think? True, the boy was no virgin but she still didn't feel right sleeping with Matt right under the boy's nose.

"Christ I'm horny," she said out loud as she drove out of town.

The wind from the vent rushed up between her legs, cooling her sopping-wet crotch. As her cuntlips had swollen, her panties had pulled up tight between them and now the panties were all wet with her fuck juices. She hoped she wasn't staining her skirt. She thought about pulling off on a side road for a minute and peeling the panties off. That way the wind could whip up under her skirt and blow against her naked cunt, drying some of the pussycream as it oozed out. When she was horny like this, when her pussy throbbed incessantly, she couldn't stop dribbling.

No, she thought. She didn't want to waste even a minute. She needed to get to Matt's ranch. She needed his prick to take care of the maddening itch between her legs. She pressed on the accelerator, speeding up to seventy.

Matt's ranch lay in a secluded valley, his property beginning on a hilltop, but his house and stables set back and down, a half mile from the county highway. Connie turned off the highway and ascended the driveway, then passed over the crest of the hill and headed down into the valley, no longer in sight of the road. Clouds of dust billowed in her wake and down below in the valley she could see white buildings, a white corral, and animals on the green slopes beyond.

Matt was a gentleman rancher, in that most of his support came from investments in the stock market and real estate, and little from the ranch itself. He was paid stud fees for some of his prize stallions, but these were only a small contribution to the upkeep of his ranch. As Connie neared the house, slowing down, Matt's black Labrador, Slicker, came bounding toward her, barking.

The dog, as usual, was all over her as she climbed out of the car. Today however, he did something out of the ordinary. He shoved his snout up under her skirt.

"Slicker!" Connie pushed him away.

But he wouldn't be put off. The moment she started toward the house, the hound drove his snout up her skirt from behind.

"Slicker, damn it! What's gotten into you?" Connie spun away from the dog, then walked backwards so he couldn't make a sneak attack.

"Having problems, darling?"

Connie glanced over her shoulder to see Matt striding toward her. He'd come from around the corner of the house.

"He won't leave me alone," Connie said. Matt laughed. "I thought vets were experts at handling animals."

Slicker shot forward suddenly, ramming his entire head under Connie's skirt. He was growling.

"Slicker!" Matt caught the dog's flanks and hauled him back.

"What's wrong with that dog?" Connie said, her heart pounding.

"He must smell something he likes," Matt said, holding the restless hound by the collar.

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning, darling, that you must be a throbbing mess between the legs."

"You ass," Connie said. "I oughta get right back in that car and go back to my office."

"You do that and you won't get what you want," Matt said, grinning smugly.

Connie wanted to belt him, but her eyes had fallen on the pulsating cylinder that ran down the right leg of his jeans. Through the faded denim, she could see the entire outline of Matt's hard cock, including the shape of the knob. She felt weak. She couldn't say a word.

Matt scratched his hairy chest. He was shirtless, all his muscles bold and naked. "Come on!" he said. "Let's go have some fun."

With one hand on her ass, he guided her into the back yard. He held Slicker's collar with his other hand. The dog fought him, making whimpering noises.

"Why don't you tie him up?" Connie said.

"Good idea."

Matt chained Slicker to the back porch, then turned to Connie and embraced her. His mouth covered hers. His hand went roughly into her blouse and felt up her tits.

She sucked on his tongue, starting to go limp in his arms. "Matt, let's go inside," she managed to breathe.

Matt was unbuttoning her blouse. "It'll be more fun out here," he said. "Just relax. Who's to see us?"

"Matt, please!"

"Shhh!" He covered her naked tit with his mouth, sucking on her nipple.

"Oh God!" Connie nearly collapsed as the fuck-thrills streamed through her body. Matt undressed her completely, as if she were a doll. The pussycream ran down her legs and her vision was blurred. She'd never felt so naked, the wind slithering between her legs, under her arms, up the cleft between her naked asscheeks. And the sunshine bathed her like a spotlight. Matt pushed her down on the grass and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to undress and mount her.