Roger Hornsby - The sex procurer

"Sure," I said, "it's no different than fucking a fist. It's the same thing – except it's with a dick. Besides, you've screwed Rover. So you know something about animals."

She said nothing, but ran through a come wildly. Then, exhausted, slowly recuperating, she looked to me, my fists still in her wet hot runt. "Are you thinking about the act?" she asked me in a sly way, yet one in which she revealed she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Would you mind?" I said.

"Whatever you think, Ace," she gave me back. There it was: a broad's old excuse. Whatever the guy thinks is what she'll do. Bullshit. I knew damned well she wanted to screw that donkey, and she wanted to screw him badly.

There was a reason for that. As I've said, I never stopped fucking her with my fist. Oh, I had topped her with my peter, and we performed with my peter and not my fist in the acts in front of groups. But I knew she didn't half as much enjoy my dick as she did my fist. I had arranged it exactly so that she never should like anything better than my fist. I wanted her to want a donkey's dong. And I knew now that she was wanting exactly that.

"Let's bring him into the bedroom," I said, getting off the rack. "What the hell. Let's have some fun." And I went to the backyard where we had that animal tied. Bringing him back, I said, standing him beside the bed, seeing ourselves with the donkey in a set of mirrors we had around our bed to look at ourselves, "Play with his dong, Luce. Have fun with his dong awhile."

She looked at me but only for a second. It was a suggestion she wanted to hear. And she rolled to the edge of the bed, went under him with a hand and began creasing his dick's tip. It wasn't long before Esel had a hard-on to rock a continent. She was amazed at its size. "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen," she gushed. And she kept right on giving it the treatment. She loved it. Her eyes went big, and I could see her drooling. She wanted nothing better than to have his pork in her mouth.

But I didn't want that yet. I wanted her to anticipate fucking him. I wanted to build her guts to a solid groan from the thoughts of having his enormous yang in her hole. So I told her we wouldn't have them fuck yet. Instead we would do something else.

"But how will I know how it feels if I don't try him?" she asked like a little girl wheedling a nickel for an all-day sucker. "If I have to fuck him in front of the clubs, I ought to know how it feels."

"No," I said. "Suck him off if you want to. But no fucking. Not yet."

"Suck him off?" The thought amused her, and she grinned big as she looked at that fantastic long cock hanging from his scrotum. And then she simply rolled off the bed and went beneath him. She didn't need another word. She lapped at his dick while she held its gigantic root, and she lipped and licked it this way and that. Esel's rod grew even greater, and he began pawing the carpet and making crazy little neighing sounds as he threw back his head and turned slightly one way and the other.

She got under him on her knees, settling back on her shins, gripped his rod with both her little hands, and then began a thorough sucking job. His dick was too big to consume without stretching her mouth to its maximum opening. And she was going crazy from the pressure at the sides of her lips. It was everything she ever wanted, and more. And she worked Esel's gigantic rod for all it was worth.

She played fingers up and down its length, mouthed as much of its head as she could, licked its red immensity in all directions, lubed his cock with its pearly juice, and went crazy as he started trying to fuck her. Finally, she told me to turn him so that he went with his forepaws onto the bed while she sat against the bed and sucked his dick. She turned so that her knees were raised, her feet planted firmly against the floor, and she simply relaxed against the bed while he proceeded to fuck her mouth.

And he rammed her solidly. He gave her everything that was in him. He walloped that long cock again and again into her mouth, and all the time he grunted and groaned from the obvious good feeling her lips were giving him. She closed her eyes meanwhile, placed her fingertips along his shaft, and simply let him jam it to her mouth. Finally she practically gagged from the way he plunged his rod into her mouth, and he started going like a crazy beast solidly down her throat.

He came in a tremendous explosion, suddenly letting out a wild neigh at the ceiling, losing his cool totally, and shot everything in him to her mouth. And she loved it, of course. As I knew she would, she swallowed everything that animal could give her. She took it all, and you could see her gulping it down, just swallowing every bit of donkey come. It was a sight to see.

Afterwards she nibbled Esel's dick and licked him clean, going up and down his head, loving every last pearly drop of his creamy big come. She licked that donkey like it was a kitten and she was a cat. And she made him hard all over again, just from her licking.

"Now please let me fuck him," she begged, his cock enormous again. "Ace, we can't afford to waste something like this." She wagged his frantic dick and made the whole thing a joke. But I knew she wanted that pork in her bun badly.

"No," I said, leading Esel away, even while the animal protested and balked. I beat his flank, and he kicked at the air, and finally he only went when she went with him, playing with his rod as we all went into the backyard and tied him up again. Then nothing would do but she had to suck him, because that crazy beast starters neighing madly when we tried to ditch the bastard. And it all ended up with Lucy naked beneath him in that garden, their forms outlined by the moonlight, as she brought him to another big come down her throat. "Oh, he's so wonderful," she said, afterwards, licking her lips where the come dribbled from them. And she went back into the house looking like she had just found the true faith.

Broads are crazy. They pretend they don't like anything except what's right, and if you ever believed what a broad told you about sex, you'd wonder how the world got populated the way it did. But show a broad a cock straight on, and they'll grab it every time. And when you show them two cocks, they'll grab the biggest every time. So when Lucy didn't give a shit for my dick after seeing that big dong Esel offered her, I knew everything would work out perfectly when we performed for a group again the following week. The only thing I would have to worry about was the possibility Lucy might sneak out to the backyard for a quick fuck when I wasn't looking.

But that never happened. And I spent the week, training Esel to lick her cunt. We tied it up with her blow jobs on him, making his blow jobs a reward for a good cunt licking. And Lucy would go onto her knees exactly as she did whenever Rover licked her twat or fucked her, and Esel would sniff around her hole, then start lapping her with a huge tongue. Afterwards she would reward him with a tongue job on his dong. "You're the greatest header in the animal world," I said facetiously often.

She didn't mind. Oh, she said I had ruined her, brought her to disgrace, and all that shit. But she went ahead, doing what she always had done, anyway. And when the night of her first donkey fuck neared, she became more and more excited, until, in the dressing room that night, as the audience, having seen Esel arrive, went wild with its own anticipation, she whispered to me, "I'm so scared and happy, I'm almost peeing myself."

"You're coming definitely," I said, seeing her wet cunt hairs as she sat naked before me, her legs spread and her fingers sometimes massaging her twat.

Then we went out onto the floor for the big number. By noising it around quietly ahead of time that they could expect something special, I'd managed to get that damned hall more crowded than, on previous trips to that particular town, I had ever seen it before. The place was loaded, guys were standing ten deep, and the room was full of smoke, everyone smoking probably because they were so damned excited.