Then the boys moved her back and Annie let go of the donkey dick. The long thick cock fell down on Carole’s stomach. She stared down at it in terror.
The boys, knowing what to do…apparently, they had done it before, swung Carole down towards the donkey’s rear legs. Swinging her down made the giant cock push up her stomach onto her chest, between her tits, and up to her face.
The donkey neighed and stomped his foot once. Carole started to panic. Pre-cum started to drip out of the cock head onto her neck.
“Lick it,” the Farmer demanded. Terrified, but obedient, Carole pushed her tongue out and licked the tip of the donkey cock. The big cock twitched. “You better get it wetter than that,” the Farmer said. “You don’t want that thing dry when he fucks you.”
There was no way Carole was going to get the bulbous head into her mouth, so she gave it a tongue bath the best she could. With her tongue, she spread the pre-cum. Then, to her terror, the boys swung her back up towards the donkey’s head.
Annie took hold of the cock shaft and held it in position as the boys slowly swung Carole back down. The huge swollen cock head pushed right up against Carole’s swollen pussy lips.
“This is going to be great,” one of the spectators said. “That thing is huge.”
Carole looked at me for a second with fear in her eyes, then she looked back down at the enormous cock.
The boys took hold of her shoulders and pushed. Carole started to yell. “No, too big…ahhh…ahhh…no…no.” She stared, wide-eyed, down at the cock started to disappear inside her. Then, suddenly, she went completely silent. Her mouth dropped open and she gasped for air.
From my vantage point, I could see that her pussy had finally stretched wide enough and the head rammed inside her. Her pussy lips closed back around the base of the head. The boys stopped pushing on her shoulders. With just the cock head inside, Carole thrashed around trying to push it back out with her pussy muscles.
“How far?” the Farmer asked me.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I replied. “A four or five inches should be good.”
The boys started to push again. The thing was so big we could see a large lump move up her stomach as the head traveled further inside her.
Carole fainted.
“That’s enough,” I said, holding my hand up. Someone in the crowd threw a cup of water on Carole’s face, shocking her awake. The Farmer waved at his boys, who pulled her back towards them. They knew exactly how much to move Carole. They swung her back and forth, moving her up and down the massive cock. Carole moaned and groaned as she was fucked.
After several minutes of donkey sex, Carole was swung back up all the way. There was an audible ‘pop’ when the enormous cock head pulled out of her. She cried out again.
The boys let her down onto the floor. For a couple minutes, we just let her lay there, not moving…just moaning. But then the Farmer said, “Get up. He still needs your services.” A little confused and a lot scared, Carole sat up. Tears were running down her face. “Make him cum,” the Farmer told her.
Not sure really what to do, Carole started giving the donkey a hand-job. “What the fuck, use your mouth,” the Farmer yelled at her.
Cameras went off all around me as my wife licked the donkey’s cock head and shaft. At the same time, she pumped it with her hands. It wasn’t long before the donkey started to move around and snort. “Better,” the Farmer said. “Now, move over and lick the end of it while you stroke him.”
Carole scooted over to underneath the donkey and licked the hole at the end of the cock. Then, Carole jumped as the cock exploded in her face. Instinctively, just as she was trained to do with humans, Carole opened her mouth. The first blast completely covered her face and head. The next shot into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and coughed. Cum ran down her chin and onto her heaving chest. When he was finally done, she was coated with donkey cum. She collapsed onto the floor in a large puddle.
The men all around her took pictures and slapped me on the back, congratulating me on my choice for a wife. Because I was so amazed and fixated on Carole’s fucking, I had lost track of Annie. I looked around the room and found her.
She was standing next to the man who had ‘raped’ her the night before. Apparently, watching the donkey fucking Carole had made her extremely horny. The man had removed her t-shirt sometime during the action and the two of them stood naked, with her right in front of him, and watched. He had his arm over her shoulders and his hands squeezing her beautiful little tits. She had a hand behind her, over to his crotch and was stroking his hard cock.
When Carole collapsed, Annie turned to the man and they started to kiss passionately. The man’s hands came down onto her ass. He started to walk backwards, pulling her back with him, until he was up against a stack of hay. Turning her around, he picked her up and put her down on the hay. The man moved up between her legs and penetrated her.
She looked at me as the man fucked her. I smiled and waved. I turned and helped the Farmer pick up my cum-coated wife and we carried her out the barn. Just before I walked out, I turned back towards Annie. The man was fucking her hard and a line had formed behind him. We carried Carole over to a water spigot. We put her in the grass and the Farmer turned on the hose.
She gasped when the cold water hit her, but she started to wash the cum off her body. The Farmer sent his sons into the porch to retrieve Tracy, who was still sleeping on the floor in a pool of cum. We hosed off both the girls until they were clean then we took them back inside. We took them to the master bathroom, where the Farmer had built a large, glass-front, shower.
“Go on,” he told them, “take a shower and wash those whore bodies.” Then he added. “The rule is you can’t wash your own body…now clean up.” I smiled as I sat down next to him and watched the show.
I had watched them shower together many times before, but this was special. Both were exhausted and sore. Gingerly, they washed each other, carefully washing their sore pussies and asses. Carole knew I also had rules about her showering with other women. When they were done cleaning, Carole slowly pushed Tracy back against the wall and started to kiss her. We watched as the two girls kissed and fondled each other for several minutes before I told them to get out.
After they dried off, we went into the living room. The Farmer and I chatted while Tracy sat naked, on my lap, and Carole kneeled naked next to the Farmer. We talked for over an hour until, finally, the other men brought Annie back into the house. She looked utterly drained. “Go wash her off,” the Farmer told his oldest son, who immediately jumped to the task. He brought her back twenty minutes later.
I led Carole and Annie out the door, both of whom were still completely naked, and drove them home.
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