Frank Brown

Mom_s donkey show

CHAPTER ONE

Connie was sobering up fast despite all the tequila she'd guzzled this evening. She sensed danger in the tent, felt the animal tension. She realized she was the only woman in here and all eyes were on her. She dug her fingernails into Matt's arm.

"Matt, take me out of here," she said under her breath, her words sluggish from the tequila.

"Don't be silly," Matt said, nowhere near as drunk as Connie although he'd put down a lot more liquor. "The show's about to start. Every vet oughta see something like this."

A hand started rubbing Connie's ass and she spun around. "Hands off, buster!"

The young Mexican showed his teeth in a dirty leer and tipped a green bottle to his lips. His companions, a half dozen shirtless Mexican youths, laughed at her. She turned away from them, searching the crowd for Billy, desperate to grab him and drag him out of here with her. To hell with Matt! He could stay if he wanted to be stubborn. She and Billy would find their way back to the hotel alone, even if they had to run all the way.

Connie scanned the crowd frantically, the haze of cigar smoke stinging her eyes and making her cough. Where had the little devil run off to? She spotted him at last, his blond head shining among all the dark heads. He was standing right at the front, at the edge of the circle formed by the crowd. He'd stripped off his shirt and looked lily-white compared to all the dark skin around him, and suddenly Connie feared for her son as much as for herself. She tried forcing her way through the crowd.

Matt grabbed her. "For God's sake! Where are you going?"

"I'm getting out of here. I'm gonna' get Billy, and we're getting out of here. Let me go!"

Matt had her by the waist and pulled her against him. She wasn't sure, but she thought she felt something very hard against her ass for a moment. Matt turned her toward him. The Mexican youths were laughing.

"Calm down," Matt said. "It's too late to leave. The show's gonna start any second."

"Matt, I said I'm…"

A cheer went up from the crowd, stunning Connie into silence. Matt turned her back toward the clearing at the center of the tent. A fat Mexican, smoking a cigar, his shirt open and his belly bulging out, led a huge mongrel stud into the ring. The dog looked like a cross between a Great Dane, an Irish setter, a German shepherd, and a Doberman. The dog growled, glaring at the crowd, and the Mexican cuffed it alongside the head.

Connie was entranced. What were they going to do with the dog? When Matt had suggested at the nightclub that there was a unique animal act in Tijuana that a veterinarian like herself simply had to see, Connie had been so giddy on tequila that she'd gone along gladly. Little had she known that Matt was going to drag her and Billy through dark streets and back alleys to a dilapidated tent that smelled like a combination barn and outdoor toilet. The tent was crammed with sweaty males, many of them very drunk. They looked at her as if she were a new zoo specimen and she'd begun sobering up immediately.

The cheering soared, punctuated with whistles and catcalls, most of them in Spanish. Connie couldn't believe her eyes. Making its way into the ring now was a donkey, being led by another fat Mexican. Astride the donkey's back sat a completely naked young girl, her tits well-developed for her age, her shiny black hair trailing all the way to her ass. As she rode through the crowd, smiling shyly, sweaty hands reached out for her, stroking her legs and feet, pinching her ass. A man broke from the crowd and shoved his head between her legs, biting at the black fur of her pussymound. An attendant beat him away with a riding crop, and the crowd's cheering crescendoed.

Connie stood there with her mouth open, frozen where she stood. She'd never witnessed anything so obscene in her life. Suddenly she remembered Billy and she panicked. She had to get him out of here. There was no telling what would happen next, no telling what kind of filthy show Matt had dragged them to. This was nothing for a young boy to see. She tried, but she couldn't move.

The girl unsteadily rose to her feet on the back of the donkey, her tits jiggling slightly, her black little cuntbush glimmering in the light of the bare overhead lightbulbs. Her toes curled against the donkey's back as she balanced. She squatted slightly, at the same time pulling apart her pussylips with her fingers. Her pink cuntmeat gleamed, dripping with juice as she flashed it at the crowd of men. The men cheered.

Connie was stunned, completely fascinated. She gazed at the scene, her heart slamming. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The young, dark-skinned girl turned, showing her spread cunt to all the men in the crowd. As she displayed herself, juice began to trickle from her cunt and leak down the insides of her thighs. She bent forward then and tugged apart her smooth little asscheeks, showing the men her moist, pink, twitching asspucker. The youth who had felt her ass stepped up along side Connie, gazing at the girl's ass and muttering in Spanish, the muscles of his naked shoulder rippling as his arm moved.

Connie glanced down, her heart momentarily lodging in her throat. What she saw now was even more unbelievable than the naked girl on the donkey. The boy had his cock out and was slowly fisting it, working the foreskin off and on his shiny purple knob. Fucklube bubbled from his huge hard-on, running over his knuckles, dripping on the dirt floor of the tent. Connie started to shake. She felt a tightening in her crotch, in her loins. She looked away quickly, back toward the center of the tent.

The lithe young girl slid off the donkey. She was a dark, slim young girl with flawless skin, shiny raisin eyes, and upturned nipples at the ends of her large yet firm tits. The mongrel stud started to struggle as the girl approached it. She let the huge dog, which stood on all fours nearly as tall as the girl herself, sniff at her pussy, then at her ass. The dog's cock flexed, completely escaped from its hairy sheath like a long red snake. The sizzling dog prick, with its arrow-shaped head, squirmed and wiggled as the girl wiped some of her cunt juice on the dog's wet snout. The dog struggled so hard to break loose that two men had to restrain it.

The young girl slid under the dog, wiggling her ass in the dirt as she began to sniff the dog's prick. Connie watched in speechless shock, her head buzzing. It was as if she were surrounded by animals. She chewed her lips as she watched, aghast, as the young girl began to lick the hound's rampant prick.

Now it took three Mexicans to hold the dog. He put his snout in the air and howled as the girl swallowed his dogcock to the sheath and began to munch on it. As she bobbed her head, her tight lips sliding up and down on the dog's cock, her black hair swept the ground behind her ass. She gripped the dog's balls in her hand, squeezing them, massaging them. Her other hand moved up between the dog's legs and her middle finger wiggled under the dog's quivering, uplifted tail, the tip of it probing the hound's asshole. She twisted her small hand and deftly screwed her finger up the hound's asshole to the hilt. Suddenly she began choking.

The dog's cock slipped out of her mouth, shooting long strands of milky cum all over her face. She pumped her finger in the dog's asshole, squeezed his contracting nuts, and lapped at his flexing, spurting prick. The hound howled, humping frantically squirting his cum all over the girl's cheeks, onto her tits, into her open mouth. She sucked up his cock again and sucked it until the dog stopped humping. Then she spit his cock out, swallowing his cum.

She slid out from underneath him and stood, smiling at the crowd as she wiped the dogcum off her body and face with her hands, then licked her hands clean. What she didn't clean off, she rubbed into her young skin like lotion.

Connie felt a hand on her lower back and she was about to twist away when she realized it was Matt's hand. She pressed her back against his hand, glad for the support. Her legs were shaking so that she feared they'd fold under her. Matt's thick fingers slid a few inches down into her jeans and the contact was comforting.

The Mexican girl crawled under the donkey now, dropping to her knees, reaching out to gather up the beast's dangling cock. As she massaged the naked donkeycock from one end to the other, it swelled and stiffened. The donkey began to snort as the girl rubbed herself all over his arm-like cock, stroking it with her belly and tits, hugging it, kissing and licking it as if it were her teddy bear.

Fucklube ran like thick syrup from the donkey's prong, trickling down the girl's brown stomach. She sat on her heels, her black hair brushing her beautiful round asscheeks, and she lifted the donkey's dripping cock to her mouth. As she licked the beast's throbbing cock knob, he brayed. She shoved her tongue into the open pisshole, fucking it.

Men helped steady the donkey as the girl blew him. The beast stirred restlessly, dancing on all four hooves. The girl ran her nimble fingers all over his cock as if she were playing a gigantic flute. She opened her mouth wide, allowing the entire head of the donkey's cock to fill it. Then she sucked, reaching her right arm out long, tickling his balls, which she could hardly reach, with her fingertips. The donkey's flanks quivered. Men shouted at him, holding him as he tried to rear up.

Connie knew this must be a dream. How could anything so perverted happen in real life? She realized that Matt's fingers had slid down farther, that he'd pushed them under her panties and was feeling her naked ass. His finger slid up and down between her ass cheeks, greased by the moisture there. She would have resisted him, but she was too stunned and too weak to fight. Besides, Matt's hand steadying her was all that was keeping her from falling over.

The donkey brayed wildly, trying to hump as the young girl sucked and jacked him off. The girl's hands became a blur around his cock. Suddenly her cheeks ballooned and she was choking. The donkey danced, humping, braying as he fucked his hot cum down the girl's throat. Cum poured from the girl's mouth, running down her brown skin like gray slime. She managed at last to uncork the throbbing cock knob from her mouth and gasped for breath as the huge fucker flexed in her hands, spurting hot fuckslime all over her.

It was like a fat hose spurting a milky glue. The girl grinned, letting the braying beast squirt all over her face and tits and belly. Gobs of donkey jism hung from her stiff nipples like frosting. When the donkey had stopped shooting, she milked his cock, sucking on the end of his knob and slurping down the thick cum as it bubbled out. Then she cleaned herself, licking off her fingers and smiling at the crowd of grunting men.

Connie felt drugged now, completely helpless. Her mind wouldn't function except in slow motion. The grunting of the men around her, most of whom were pounding their pricks raw, filled her head, along with the smell of hot, steaming cock. Matt was unsnapping her jeans so he could shove his other hand down into her panties. His hot fingers rubbed and pinched her swollen cunt and she found herself panting, moaning, getting dizzier and hotter by the moment.

The young Mexican girl bent over, bracing her elbows on her knees, showing the hound her ass. Her long hair hung along her cheeks now, the tips of it tickling the ground in front of her toes. The men released the dog and it lunged at her, shoving its snout between her legs, sniffing her crotch madly, licking her dripping fuckmeat. His snout twisted between her asscheeks, its wet, black nostrils rubbing her asspucker.

His pink tongue lapped up and down her asscrack and she wiggled her naked ass, gibbering in Spanish. The dog rose up on its hind legs, gripping her waist with his huge paws as he mounted her. His long red prick knifed at her open pussy, finding the cunthole in seconds. As his long cock sank into the girl's body, she shivered all over.

At that moment, Matt wiggled a thick finger up into Connie's cunt and she shivered all over too, the hot fuckjuices running out of her and into Matt's hand. She moaned out loud and she heard Matt grunt.

The mongrel hound sank his claws into the girl's brown skin. His tongue flapped as he panted, his dog-spit dribbling on the girl's lower back. He humped so fast that Connie could hardly see his prick. Only occasionally, when he pulled it nearly out of the girl, did Connie catch glimpses of the shiny, red, wormlike dogprick.

The young girl wiggled her ass, fucking her cunt on the dog's pistoning cock, churning her hot little ass against his hairy loins. As she fucked, the cuntcream ran out of her, sliding down the insides of her legs like a thick, clear glue. She tossed her head from side to side, muttering in Spanish. Her brown toes curled, digging into the dirt.

The crowd seemed to pulsate, grunts and groans and swearing poured from the men as they swayed dizzily on their feet, beating their lube-running cocks. Their eyes raped the young girl as they watched her squirm under the humping hound.

"Fuck her, give it to her, screw the shit outa her!" came the voices of the English-speaking men.

And words uttered in the same lustful tones came in Spanish from the mouths of the Mexicans. The hound responded by growling, clawing, ramming harder and faster. His furry loins hammered, his prick a blur as it pistoned.

Matt's finger pistoned in Connie's cunt, and Connie saw stars, her hot cunt squirming, the walls of her cunthole quivering and sucking. It had been so long since anything except her own fingers had been up her cunt that she'd almost forgotten how good it felt. She crossed her legs and squeezed them together, going out of her mind with the hot itchy feelings.

The hound started howling, his head thrown back, his snout up high. His flanks shivered. He suddenly dropped his head forward and rounded his back. He growled, his dangling tongue slobbering spit all over the girl's brown neck. His loins jerked powerfully and the girl's body jerked as if electricity were being shot up her cunt.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her head snapping back, her eyes rolling. "Unh, uhhhhh!" Her body shuddered, her toes clawing at the ground.

Two men stepped forward and forcibly uncoupled the dog from the girl. As his prick slipped out of her, he howled loudly and his jism squirted in sticky strands all over the girl's brown ass and back. The spasming girl cried out as if in pain and shoved her hand between her legs, clawing at her sizzling cunt as the dog continued to shoot all over her ass.

The dog's red cock looked like a beet-red, flexing candycane, and it shivered violently with each spurt. Before he was done shooting, the men allowed the dog to remount the girl and shove his spurting prick back inside her. Both the dog and the girl groaned in ecstasy.

Connie's eyes rolled back. She shook all over. She swayed dizzily and fell against Matt as the spasms exploded in her own cunt. She clung to Matt, grunting, humping, her fuck juices gushing into his hand as he finger fucked her to maddening ecstasy. As she writhed, completely helpless, her hand was taken and wrapped around a hot slippery rod of cockmeat.

Thrills shot up and down her arm as she massaged the squirming slab of fuckmeat. After only a few strokes, the cock exploded, spurting hot cockcream into her hand. She rubbed the jism on the pulsating prickhead and heard moans of pained pleasure. When she eventually opened her eyes, starting to recover, she found the Mexican youth leering at her, her hand full of his cock and cum.

CHAPTER TWO

A cheer went up and Connie jerked her head, looking toward the center of the ring. She straightened herself, pushing away from Matt and pulling her cum-dripping hand off the Mexican youth's cock. At first she stared in shock, then she started to scream. Matt clapped his hand over her mouth, holding her from behind and telling her to calm down. She chewed his fingers, her chest heaving.

That was her son up there! That was Billy!

Billy appeared to have lost his mind. He'd stumbled to the middle of the circle, his jeans around his ankles, his white young body looking more naked than naked, his cock jutting from his loins like a club. As the hound was dragged off the girl, Billy took the dog's place, gripping the Mexican girl at the waist just as the hound had, sliding his adolescent prick into her young cunt and fucking her frantically.

The crowd screamed as if cheering on a matador. One of the Mexican attendants moved toward Billy.

Connie screamed into Matt's palm as the riding crop licked across Billy's white back, leaving a thin red welt.

Billy winced but continued to hump, fucking his big teenaged cock in the young girl's jism-greased pussyhole. His skinny ass dimpled with each fuck-thrust. His fingers sank deeper into the girl's skin and his tongue hung out, dripping.

The Mexican switched him again with the crop, then again.

Billy chewed his lips, trying to ignore the whip. The muscles of his skinny body rippled as he fucked the girl's beautiful brown ass. His back, beaded with sweat, was crisscrossed with welts and he was trembling all over. As the crop stung his skin again, he hunched over the girl and chewed on her shoulder. His ass jerked and he moaned loudly, his half-changed voice cracking and going from low-pitched to boyishly high-pitched. The Mexican flung down his riding crop, grabbed Billy by his blond hair, and yanked.

Billy's head snapped back, his back arching, his spasming cock popping out of the girl's pussyhole. The Mexican held him, gasping, as the crowd cheered and Billy's jism spurted onto the girl's ass. His young prick flexed just as wildly as the dogprick had, spurting just as far. His jism was whiter, however, glistening on the girl's brown skin.

When Billy had finished spurting, the fat Mexican placed his boot squarely on Billy's ass and launched him into the crowd, which cheered and laughed, welcoming him back.

Connie whimpered, shaking all over, her mouth clamped shut by Matt's fingers. Suddenly Matt's hard, naked cock was sliding against her ass. He'd forced her jeans down enough to bare her ass and now he was humping against it. He pushed his cock down farther, slipping it between her legs, fucking her between her thighs. As his long prickshaft slid along her greased crotch, she weakened in his arms, dizzy, helpless. He unclapped his hand from her mouth and she moaned softly, delirious with desire. She hadn't felt a hard cock between her legs in months, so many months, not since she'd divorced Sam.

In the ring, four Mexicans had hold of the naked girl, two of them puffing on cigars as they lifted her. The four men, two on each side of the donkey, held the girl by the torso and legs as they lifted her against the underside of the beast. The girl reached up, her small brown fingers clutching at the donkey's ribs as she pulled her tits up against his furry abdomen. The men holding her legs forced them wide apart and the girl pointed her brown toes like a gymnast. A fifth man, squatting between the donkey's hind legs, lifted the beast's baseball bat cock, wiping the dripping tip of it against the girl's jism-dripping pussy.

Connie squirmed in Matt's arms as he slipped his hard hot prick back and forth between her thighs. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene in the ring. The donkey's cock was as long and thick as one of the girl's arms. The girl squirmed, rubbing her cunt against the animal's prickhead. Her brown toes wriggled excitedly. Connie realized that the jizz leaking from the girl's pussyhole was the combined jism of the mongrel stud and of her own son. This was unreal!

The donkey's flanks quivered. He brayed, thrusting. The girl whined loudly as the beast's huge cockhead stuffed her pussy. The crowd cheered. The donkey humped, ramming at least eight more inches of his cock into the girl's teenaged pussy. The girl squirmed madly, her eyes wobbling. The men spread her legs even farther as the donkey plunged a third of his gigantic prick in and out of her cunt.

"Yeahhh!" Matt growled. "Fuck her! Ream her out, yeahhh!" He was humping at Connie's ass, shimmying his hard prick between her clenched thighs.

Connie couldn't stop trembling. She was sickened by this whole scene, sickened by Matt too, but she stared straight ahead, watching every thrust of the braying donkey, watching the young girl writhe as she was fucked on the donkey's cock. Matt chewed on the back of Connie's neck and she shivered with goose bumps. As his cock filled her cuntslit, her throbbing pussy drooled hot fuckslime all over it.

The young Mexican girl clawed at the donkey's flanks, her lithe little body writhing like an eel, her toes clutching repeatedly at the balls of her feet. As the huge donkeyprick reamed out her cunt, she shrieked, gibbering in Spanish, her eyes rolled back into her skull.

The crowd went crazy. The scent of jism rose in the air as more and more men shot their loads. One of the men holding the girl's legs hauled out his prick and pounded it fiercely, popping his cockhead in and out of his fore skin. Suddenly he started licking the girl's foot and sucking on her wriggling toes. He shot off in seconds, spurting his white cum into the dirt.

The donkey hee-hawed as if he'd lost his mind, apparently incensed not only with his fucking but by the mania of the crowd. The beast twisted his head, shook it, braying incessantly as he humped, ramming his huge cockpole up the pussy of the shrieking young girl. In and out, in and out, slid his gleaming cock. In and out, in and out, in and out.

Matt crushed Connie in his arms, his fuck thrusts matching those of the donkey, his big cock burning between her thighs. Connie's cunt sizzled as Matt's prickrod rubbed against it. Her clit protruded from between her pussy-lips, filed mercilessly against Matt's sliding cock. Connie's pussy tightened, the fuck-itch driving her crazy. She rubbed her bare ass madly against Matt's loins.

"Eeeeeeeeh!" the Mexican girl wailed, her body convulsing, shuddering as if she were being electrocuted. "Eeeeeeeeeeh!" Her toes clawed at the balls of her feet, her fingers raked the ribcage of the donkey. "Aiehhhh!"

Humping out of control, the donkey reared up, breaking free of the men restraining him. He balanced on his hind legs, ramming his cock in and out of the girl's spasming cunt. His flanks shuddered violently and he brayed madly, his brown eyes rolling. As his cum exploded into the naked girl, she jerked, grunting, gasping. Before he'd pumped half his load into her, his fuckslime was running out of her ravaged cunt.

"I'm coming!" Matt gasped into Connie's ear. "Catch it, oh Christ!" His prick swelled between her legs, contracted, pumping cum. He moaned, biting at Connie's neck.

Connie was delirious. She cupped her hands in front of Matt's cockhead and caught his hot thick cum as it spurted out. As the hot fluid gushed into her hands and Matt's prick flexed between her thighs, Connie's cunt went into spasms. She shuddered in Matt's arms, letting the hot feelings overwhelm her. She was still spasming when Matt stopped shooting, and she raised her shaking hands to her mouth, sucking and slurping his cum out of them. Cum dribbled down her neck, soiling her blouse, but she didn't care. Her lust was too great.

It was only after she'd recovered her senses that she realized that she'd swallowed not only Matt's cum, but that of the filthy Mexican youth as well.

"Let's go," Matt said. "Zip up quick and let's get out of here."

"Billy," she said. "Where's Billy?"

"We'll find him," Matt said. "But let's move it!"

They were both suddenly very sober, neither lust nor tequila clouding their judgment anymore. They found Billy and left in a hurry.

CHAPTER THREE

Connie lounged in her hotel room, staring blankly at Johnny Carson on the TV. She wore her bathrobe, with nothing underneath it, and her bare feet were propped up on a footstool. This was so weird, being in Mexico and watching Johnny Carson. It was some San Diego channel, she believed. She heard Johnny's voice, saw his picture, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She sipped ice water, trying to calm her nerves. She didn't dare drink anymore alcohol tonight.

They'd made it back to the hotel alive, having luckily found a taxi after wandering down only a few dark alleys after they'd fled the sex-show tent. Billy hadn't said a word all the way back. He'd stared out the window, his face permanently flushed. He smelled of sweat, cum, and the Mexican girl's pussy. Matt had tried to make silly conversation, but Connie had also remained silent, her embarrassment as great as her son's, if not more so.

Matt had wanted to come into Connie's room for a nightcap, or for her to come to his room, but she'd politely declined. Now the three of them were in their own separate rooms, Matt's down the hall, hers and Billy's linked by a common bathroom.

Things were turning out quite different from what Connie had expected. She'd come on this trip because she hadn't trusted Matt to come here alone with Billy. Matt was one of her wealthy clients, the owner of some prize animals. She'd been treating his high-priced dogs and horses for years. He lived on a ranch outside town, a bachelor, alone with his animals, which was strange because Matt was such a handsome hunk of a man.