Richard Long - Beasts are better

Doreen gave a loud, shrill cry of wounded agony and then held her body very still for a moment. Eileen could see the muscles quivering in the woman's belly and she knew that her friend was experiencing the same sensations that were turning her own midsection into an inferno of churning lust. Doreen shrieked again and said that the animal was coming. Jackson's ears were now laid back along his mane and he had an eager look. Eileen bent forward to inspect his cock more closely but she could see no sign that the animal was spurting come through the thick tool, though Doreen's cries left little doubt that such was indeed the case. Jackson kept his cock firmly lodged in the woman's cunt for another moment or two. Eileen felt her own womb give several convulsive gasps and then unleash an orgiastic storm that ripped through her body with overpowering force. She felt her knees quiver weakly and for a moment feared that she was going to collapse. She held herself upright, continuing to rub her fervently pulsating pussy with her fingers, and then felt the flood of warm, musky oils flush out and deluge her hands with ripe come.

Jackson held his cock inside Doreen for another minute, grunting softly and trembling heavily. Then he seemed to collapse before their very eyes. Once the come had finished gushing out of his cock, Doreen said later, she could feel him relaxing all over. His prick wilted quickly, though it lost virtually none of its huge size; perhaps a foot of the lascivious tool, Eileen guessed, remained firmly lodged inside her friend's hot cunt. Doreen sighed wearily and lowered her legs from around the beast's torso but she retained her vaginal grip upon the thick cock. She lowered her legs to the floor of the stall and reached down to grasp the immense tool. She moved the prick about in her cunt for a moment, as if she might be hoping to bring Jackson back to another erection, but the poor animal had shot his bolt. His head drooped weakly and his ears flopped down.

"Wow, that's a fuck and a half!" Doreen exclaimed, licking her lips greedily. "Honey, you've got to try it, no lie!"

She said that Jackson's ejaculation had been far and away the strongest she had ever experienced in her entire life. Having his spouting cock in her cunt, she said, was like inserting a garden hose into the orifice and then turning on the faucet full blast. Eileen expressed her surprise that the woman had been able to get so much of the beast's cock into her cunt. Doreen admitted that he had indeed filled her completely. She swore that there had not been so much as a cubic centimeter of her cunt that had not been filled with donkey cock when he had been in her to the utmost.

Eileen was curious about the quality of a donkey's sperm, never having seen any of the stuff, and found that Doreen had the same interest. The woman twisted about on the bench, bringing her pussy around so that her friend could inspect the slit too, and Eileen quickly learned that a donkey's come was almost identical to a man's. She also learned that her friend shared another of her own interests: she loved to finger her pussy as the come ran out. Doreen spread the lips of the slit wide – it showed no ill effects and appeared to look exactly as it had before it had been so brutally used – and slid one finger into the small crevice between them. Clenching her belly muscles, she forced out the first of the animal's spew; it emerged thick and creamy. They watched, fascinated, as the stuff slid out of her hole and down between the cheeks of her ass. Doreen dipped a finger into the stuff and wiped it around the lips of her pussy. She announced that it felt exactly like a man's discharge and she warned Eileen that there would be a lot more of it, owing to the voluminous nature of the beast's climactic burst. Eileen watched her friend's finger play in the thick cream and felt a fantastically strong urge to taste the animal's come. Doreen looked up and fastened her eyes upon Eileen's. They read the mutual interest and laughed together, a little ashamed of their unusual insight into each other's minds.

"Who's going to try it first?" Doreen asked when they had finished giggling. "Oh, I will; I'm dying to find out!"

With that she ran her index finger far into her cunt, swished it about and withdrew it. She held the finger to her nose, sniffed and then popped it into her mouth. An expression of the utmost satisfaction came over her lovely face and she smiled happily. She announced that Jackson's come was no different from a man's, except that the flavor was somewhat stronger, and urged Eileen to try it. Eileen held back for a moment, ashamed of her desire, but found that she was helpless to resist the obscene urge. She ran a finger over Doreen's pussy, gathering up a generous supply of the animal's sperm, and sniffed. As Doreen had said, it was like a man's come. She tasted and her taste buds corroborated the evidence of her nose and eyes; the taste was indeed stronger but that was no objection. She licked her finger clean with mounting enthusiasm and went back for more, unable to control her lustful impulses. More and more of Jackson's sperm ran out of Doreen's well-fucked cunt; together they tasted until their senses were reeling with lusty fervor. Doreen spread the sticky cream over every part of her pussy, plastered it into the hair surrounding the slit, even worked a portion of it into her asshole. Jackson stood patiently beside them, seemingly unaware of their mounting sexual passion.

Eileen became so horny that she could hardly stand still. The climax she had reached when Jackson had licked her pussy had only served to make her cunt tighter than ever and the one she had teased out of herself with her fingers made the situation even worse, if possible. She felt gnawing pangs of sexual arousal shooting out from her lust-inflamed cunt, and she conceived a fierce desire to have the donkey's cock rammed into her own cunt. Doreen saw this and encouraged her desire. She exhorted Eileen to seize the animal's cock and to begin masturbating him, promising that she would go around to his muzzle and attempt to tease him into another state of sexual eagerness.

Jackson's prick still bore a thick coating of the Vaseline, and Eileen found it was intoxicatingly sexual to rub her fist up and down the limp shaft. Her friend took up a position at the animal's head; she spread her legs wide and rubbed her fingers through her pussy to give him a whiff of her own arousal. Within a short time Eileen felt a stir of interest in the donkey's thick cock; it began tingling with life and growing harder by the second. Eileen fist-fucked him harder than ever and twisted her fist around the head of his cock, hoping that – like a man's prick – the head would be the most sensitive part of the tool. She soon had his tool as hard as iron and so hot that she trembled with eagerness at the thought of having it rammed into her own hot hole.

Eileen started to lie on the bench as Doreen had done but then she remembered all the times she had lain under Hank Barstow and how she had hated making love time after time in the same uninspired position. She then conceived a desire to be fucked dog fashion, a style which she had not attempted since her husband had died. Doreen said that she would assist in planting the donkey's cock in her friend's cunt. Eileen immediately bellied down on the bench, grimacing as her sensitive nipples brushed against the smooth wood, and inched backward while Doreen guided her up to Jackson's stiff prick. Doreen also seized the opportunity to lavish a few caresses upon her fully aroused slit, driving a finger into her cunt with a sensual skill that made Eileen groan. She then spread the lips wide and pulled the thick fucking tool down so that it nudged against the mouth of the cunt.

"You'll think he's splitting your cunt in two at first," Doreen warned, "but once he gets inside and starts driving it home you won't think about anything but coming. Get ready for the fuck of all fucks, darling!"