Paul Gable - The coed_s wild ass

"It'll be easier if you don't fight. Tim here's a might scared of women who shake around. A couple have been hurt," Rick warned.

"You've done this before to others?" Lydia cried out in disbelieving horror, her eyes going from man to man, then finally resting on the soft, big brown eyes of the staring jackass.

His thick upper lip was peeled back, a revealing row of strong, yellowed teeth. It looked like an insane grin. She felt her skin crawl as she looked down and saw the animal's funnel-shaped cock begin to twitch. They had done nothing. But her naked appearance in the stall was enough to excite the beast.

"Tina…?" she started to ask, looking searchingly at the men.

"Too small. But you're just right," Rick said pinning her arms tightly behind her and holding them against her back as he moved her to the animal's head. Lydia cringed back, turning her head as she felt the jackass' warm, moist breath blow against her titties. She felt her pussy wink shut with horror as the donkey brayed loudly twice, then stepped hesitatingly forward and opened his powerful mouth.

Was he going to take a bite out of her jugs? She would put nothing past him or these men behind her. Instead she watched as his bright pink tongue fell from his rubbery lips, then moved upward as it lapped her titties.

"Ugghhh!" Lydia cried, her spine crawling with sickening revulsion as she felt his hot spittle dribble across her belly and titties. The force of that sandy lick pushed her boobs almost up to her throat, then let them jiggle down to their original position.

The cool night breeze made the wet spittle coating her titties feel as if it were freezing to her goosefleshed skin. The mule backed away and stared at her, braying once more as he saw her eyes rolling wildly.

"Oh God! Don't make me do that with him! Please, don't!" Lydia pleaded. But her pleas met only with laughter.

The jackass moved forward again, sticking his tongue out once more and lapping at the woman's belly. Lydia shuddered as that incredibly thick, rough-feeling tongue slid across her navel, bathing her lower stomach in a thick layer of saliva. He lapped and lapped again, occasionally rubbing his thick rubbery lips against her flesh. The blonde could feel his thick, stone-like teeth against her skin.

"Okay honey, around to the back. Doug, you hold him until he gets used to her," Rick said as he pushed Lydia roughly to the mule's rounded asscheeks.

"You bastard!" she mumbled through her clenched teeth as she stumbled around, then fell on to her knees. Rick told her to stroke him hard. When she refused, he boxed her ears, then shoved her down roughly. Breathing heavily, feeling as if the sky were about to fall in on her, the blonde pushed herself back up from the ground. She brushed back her hair, then scooted closer to the animal's stomping hindquarters and reached up toward the mule's hanging cock and balls.

She almost retched at the stench of stale shit and piss wafting from under the moving jackass' big, black, ball-shaped sacs. His belly heaved and his sides drew in and out with excitement. Rick said nothing, occasionally looking at Doug up front and winking as Lydia moved the back of her fingers up and down over the leathery foreskin of the mule's prick.

While Rick told her to hurry up, Lydia moved her hands up and slid them under the mule's twitching balls. She felt the stiff hairs sticking from the undersides of his balls as she reached for the animal's semi-rigid cock. As soon as her fingertips brushed against the monstrous stalk, the mule brayed again and shook with excitement.

Doug said something soothing in the jackass' pricked ears and stroked his powerful neck while Lydia kept moving her hands up and down the mule's prick.

"You're getting him going," Rick said mockingly. Lydia looked up. The animal's belly was heaving up and down more rhythmically while she could feel his prick start to grow hot and stiff under her manipulation. His previous stomping stopped. He stood quietly, his brown eyes glistening with excitement while he enjoyed the blonde's jacking off.

"Go on and lick on that stick," Rick said reaching down and pushing her head toward the stiff prong.

Lydia felt her belly turn over. But what could she do? Holding the big dark-brown rounded head with both hands and lowering her head down to its level, the gasping, gulping woman twisted around until her lips were opposite the foul-smelling dickhead.

It was almost the same size as a human male's although the stalk directly above it was much longer and certainly much rougher to the touch. Sucking in a deep breath Lydia opened her mouth, fighting down the desire to gag as she took the big, brown bulbous cockhead into her mouth.

"Yeah," Rick said in a long, low sigh as he reached between his legs and started massaging his stiffening prong.

To see a woman humiliated this way, to actually see a woman getting it on with an animal of this size was his biggest turn-on. He'd kill to see something like this. And God only knows how many times he had forced women to perform this degrading, insulting, horrifying act for him and his friends.

Lydia said nothing as she took just the first few hot inches of mule-meat into her mouth. It was hot and tough-tasting, not at all like the feel and taste of Rick's prong. She let her front teeth scrape gently along on the jackass' dick as her hand rubbed across the hot hairy bottoms of Tim's sacs.

This time the mule balked, braying loudly once more while his body quivered with excitement. The mule seemed to be enjoying this new experience. His brown, thick dickstalk was fully extended, the foreskin fitting tightly around the steel-hard inner core. Almost every wrinkle had been pulled smooth by the stretching of his prick. "Let's go," Rick said, peering around the jackass' shoulders at Jack.

"Come on, babe," Doug said, laughing as he moved quickly around the mule's hanging head and grabbed at her right leg.

"Oh God," Lydia cried, resigned to her fate as she let the dickhead slip out from between her lips. She twisted her head around, rotating her ass as she threw out her hands and tried to scratch her assailants. No, she couldn't let herself be willingly fucked by that horrible animal.

"Come on," Rick repeated, raising his hand and holding it threateningly above her head. "You haven't fought off the rest of the shit we did to you. This is just a piece of cake for a bitch like you."

Lydia felt the blow of that remark. It was true. She'd come into Sturbridge Village as just another college coed, in fact more innocent than most. And in a few hours she had been changed into unchained nympho.

The shock of that realization made her relax, and that was all Rick and Doug needed. Twisting her around they knocked her once more to her knees, dazing the blonde while they rolled her to her hands and feet. While Rick held her down Doug walked to one corner of the stall and pulled out an overturned orange crate. Sliding it under the animal he forced Lydia's legs up on the splintered top surface. Both men had trouble keeping her steady until she regained full consciousness.

"You stay up there, baby," Rick said, keeping his head down under the mule's underbelly. Lydia felt the animal's stomach pressing down hard against her back. Her ass was tilted high up in the air and pressing against the inner thighs of the braying animal. She could feel his thick cock brushing against her right leg.

A thrill of horror rippled through her body. It was almost done. The final, ultimate, horrible fuck.

Lydia sobbed in horror as she felt the hot, tough skin of the mule's dick bounce against her pussy-lips.

"No, no, no!" she cried, wishing time would fly by so she could get through this incident quickly. Sucking in a deep breath, Lydia waited for the beginning of her ordeal.