Richard Long - Beasts are better

Eileen screamed out in anguished surprise when the animal lunged against her. Jackson's cock went in at an angle, due to her awkward position, but it went in and with very little hesitation. The donkey simply planted his cock by sheer brute force and nothing else. At first Eileen was sure that he had ruptured the wall of her cunt, the slicing pain was so intense. Then she felt a distinctly different sensation: she felt her cunt being stretched to the utmost as the animal continued pressing into her body. The sharp, flaring rim of his cock scored the walls of her cunt, which were extremely sensitive anyway, and she quivered with sexual delight as the thrust continued.

Once she had recovered from the initial shock of receiving Jackson's oversized cock, Eileen settled down and began working with the animal. She planted her feet firmly on the floor of the stall and attempted a slow, grinding twist of her hips that made the big cock corkscrew around in her tightly gripping cunt. Jackson snuffled heartily at this move and fucked her even harder. Eileen's buttocks were thrust up against the beast's belly and she felt him quivering delightedly as he continued forcing more and more of that mammoth prick into her strained cunt.

Doreen had gone back to Jackson's muzzle and was again feeding her pussy to him. The sounds of his tongue slurping over the juicy lips of her pussy reverberated through the barn, resembling a wet cloth being dragged through a puddle of water. The woman groaned from time to time as she strained to get her pussy into a more convenient position for the beast, who gave every indication of loving pussy as well as he loved carrots and sugar. Within a very short time she gasped out a fervent, garbled exhortation of pure lust.

Eileen reached back between her thighs to add a finger to the stimulation she was receiving from the donkey's cock. She ran the finger over her clitoris – the mammoth cock had depressed the flesh around the cuntal opening so deep that the tender nub was almost pressing against the big prick – and when her finger touched it she cried out with sensual ecstasy. Eileen began humping backward against Jackson's cock and soon had a full fucking motion developed. The animal's prick speared further into her cunt, going well past the mark where any man had ever been before. She groaned with feverish delight when she felt the raw, virginal flesh being spread apart by the distended, overheated tool that drove deeper and deeper.

Jackson began to come just as the head of his cock nudged into the woman's cervix. Eileen thought she was going to die when she felt his tool swell up and spit out the first molten burst of semen. It seemed that his cock grew to at least twice its already considerable size when he began shooting his come. The spasmodic bursts of scalding hot cream rocketed into her womb and splashed over her cervix with a violent fury which she would never had believed had she not been experiencing it. Nothing in her entire life had prepared her for the energetic ejaculation she received from Jackson and nothing had given her any more sexual pleasure, unless perhaps it had been having her own son's cock deeply planted in the same opening and flooding the same flesh with an even sweeter variety of the same sticky cream.

Eileen's body dissolved into a cloud of red lust when she felt the animal begin to come. A giant fist seemed to close tightly around her cunt, gripping it tighter than she had ever felt before and squeezing every particle of sexual feeling from the highly aroused flesh. She continued to heave and grind her ass against him. Each time the huge rod spurted another flooding jet of come into her body she quivered and moaned with exquisite feeling. She came again and again, the various climaxes melding together into one extended orgasm which mounted in intensity until she finally collapsed upon the bench, wilted and exhausted from her efforts.

She could feel the animal's prick growing more limp within her cunt, could feel her flesh slowly squeezing his cock out until it had rejected the rod which had given her such fantastic pleasure. Doreen, who had been sucked to a series of climaxes almost as intense as those her friend had experienced, wearily staggered away from Jackson's muzzle and sat down at the end of the bench. They exchanged glances and Eileen saw that Doreen had been right: they had indeed discovered a substitute for Hank Barstow, one which made Eileen completely forget about her listless foreman and his boorish fucking habits.

Jackson's cock, the vigor with which he applied it and the resulting ferocity of his orgasm left both Eileen and Doreen fully satisfied for several hours. Doreen went back to her cottage, vowing that she was going to sleep the rest of the day and savor the memory of the donkey's massive prick. Eileen forced herself to perform the several chores which needed doing. For once she completely forgot about her pussy and its seemingly incessant demands; she discovered just how comforting it can be to have been fucked with a bone-rending totality, a comfort she had not known for several years.

Late in the evening, after a drink and a dinner that she had thrown together from several cans, she received a visit from Doreen. They sat up late that night and further cemented their unique friendship. Doreen set the tone, launching off into a comparison of Jackson with her most notable lovers; she firmly believed that the donkey ranked at the head of that highly select class. Emboldened by this brazen example, Eileen countered with some stories of her own.

She described, for example, how she had lost her virginity at the age of sixteen. The fortunate youth who had been the first to penetrate her cunt with a prick had been hampered by the fact that he had recently broken his left leg while playing high school football. Doreen laughed heartily at the idea of fucking a man whose leg was in a cast but Eileen explained that the plaster cast had been very little hindrance. They had been in the front seat of a Ford pickup and once she had felt his swollen, hot prick probing at the lips of her pussy she had completely forgotten about the cast.

Doreen pressed her for further details about her son Jack, showing a particular interest in the size of the youth's prick. When Eileen attempted to show her how large it was, Doreen's eyes grew big and round. She frankly admitted that she was wildly envious of the woman for having so well-endowed a young lover and stated that if Jack were there she would make every effort to get that lordly young prick firmly planted in her own hungry cunt.

"That's if you didn't mind, of course," she added hastily. "I mean, if you wanted to keep him all to yourself, then I'd certainly try to keep my panties on!"

Eileen thought about that for a moment and then realized that she could not in good conscience deny her friend that particular treat, should it ever become available to her. Doreen thanked her graciously but pointed out that the occasion was not likely to arrive; she had only ten days or so to spend on the ranch and Jack was not due to arrive home from his school for another two weeks. She admitted, however, that she would be thinking about both of them once she was back in Los Angeles and she stated her hopes that Eileen would not allow her misguided guilt feelings to interfere with her pursuit of sexual pleasure with the lad. Jack obviously had a strong desire for his mother, she explained, and the best proof of that was in the fact that his cock had remained iron hard when she had displayed her pussy to him.

"If he'd been turned off," Doreen pointed out with an air of worldly wisdom, "his cock would have wilted; he couldn't have kept it stiff if be hadn't been hot to give you the fucking you both wanted."

That made sense to Eileen and she accepted the verdict, though she was not sure that she would have the strength to follow up on it when the youth finally returned. Doreen again urged her to face the problem openly, to admit her desire for her son and to make it clear to him that she wanted him over and over again. She again expressed her envy of her friend for having so handsome, virile and well-hung a young lover close at hand. The situation in Los Angeles was quite different, she added. While the supply of handsome, horny young men was immensely larger, most of them were so infected with the "youth cult" that they could not imagine performing the sexual act with anyone older than themselves. Furthermore, the Los Angeles girls were almost unanimously tuned in to the vibrations of sexuality and thus a good-looking boy seldom had to go very long without being presented with any number of luscious young pussies which were his for the taking.