Chapter 4

Eileen did not have to wait long before finding out what Doreen had in mind when she said that they could find a more satisfactory lover than Hank Barstow. They spent a short time in recuperating from their violent exertions and then dressed. Doreen slipped on an ultra-brief dress made of some kind of clinging nylon or silk knit, a paisley print that barely covered her luscious hips. Eileen noticed that she wore neither panties nor bra under the garment. Doreen laughed when she saw the woman's questioning look. She explained that the height of fashion in Los Angeles required that a woman dispense entirely with underwear if her figure could get by without the help of such garments. Eileen slipped into the jeans and print shirt she ordinarily wore about the ranch and then tugged on her stout hiking boots.

The first thing they had to do, Doreen said, was to make sure where all the other guests at the ranch were located. That was easy. Eileen informed her that the two couples who were staying there at the moment had left early that morning for an overnight ride down to the Shadow Rock area, some forty miles distant. Hank Barstow had brought Jackson back to the barn and had then gone into Salt Lake City to buy some fencing material, which he planned to install on the way back to the ranch. For all practical purposes, they were at least twenty miles from another human being.

Doreen's eyes brightened considerably upon hearing that, though Eileen could find no reason for being elated. After all, if they were going to find a substitute for Hank then there would have to be people around, she pointed out, and at the moment that essential requirement was missing. Doreen laughed merrily and assured her friend that nothing could suit her better than to be told just that. She asked Eileen to give her a short tour of the ranch buildings and to explain the purpose of every structure there, promising that her plan would soon become clear. Eileen agreed and led the woman around the ranch, explaining everything, but also wondering what she could possibly be thinking.

"Oh, is that the same donkey that we saw this morning?" Doreen suddenly asked, pointing toward a bedraggled, gray shape that stood disconsolately in a stall. "What did you call him? Jackson?"

Eileen agreed that this was Jackson. He seemed to be contemplating the evil fate which had allowed him to get so close to mounting a mare. The study did little to improve his sour outlook on the world around him. Doreen looked at the fuzzy little creature for a moment and then tentatively opened the gate to the stall, looking over at Eileen for permission to enter. Eileen said that Jackson was completely tame and that she had nothing to fear from him. The woman went into the stall and ran a gentle hand over the beast's muzzle. Jackson patiently endured her touch. Doreen continued to rub his nose and ears for another moment, then squatted beside him. His prick hung down from the leather, furry sheath as normal. It resembled a length of thick, dark plastic hose with a flattened tip. Doreen reached out carefully and touched the donkey's cock. Jackson's ears pricked up and he shook his head from side to side but otherwise he did not move as Doreen ran her fingers down his cock with a light, feathery touch. Eileen watched with wide eyes. She felt her pussy growing warmer and livelier inside her jeans and then felt the beginnings of that familiar flow of warm, cunty oil. She gazed down at Doreen for a moment, uncomprehending, and then paled when a sudden flash of realization dawned.

"My God! You're not thinking about..." she gasped weakly, holding onto the gate for support.

Doreen turned her head around to look at her with a satisfied smile, keeping her fingers running up and down the thick tool that hung from Jackson's belly. A light of devilish glee danced in her eyes and she nodded slowly, confirming Eileen's worst suspicions.

"Why not? I saw an animal act in Tijuana once; this girl got it on with a donkey just like this!" she said. "Now about some Vaseline? Got any?"

Eileen muttered that they always kept a big jar in the tack room for greasing leather and treating saddle sores on the animals. She was told to bring it and she did so, finding that Doreen had removed her dress during her absence. The woman was naked except for her loafers, and she again squatted beside Jackson and continued to slide her fingertips up and down the length of the donkey's prick. Eileen handed her the big jar of Vaseline and was told to strip, a command which she found herself powerless to resist. She stripped slowly, finding it difficult to make her fingers work well enough to unfasten the buttons on her shirt, and finally stood naked in the barn's runway. Doreen opened the jar of Vaseline and dipped out a small quantity, which she began rubbing lightly over Jackson's big cock. The donkey patiently endured her ministrations, though his ears now stood upright and he had a more attentive attitude. Doreen mentioned that they needed a low bench, something they could shove under the beast and lie on as they offered their pussies to his prick. Eileen knew of just the thing, a bench sitting against the sunny side of the barn. It had been polished smooth by a generation of jeans being applied to it and was no more than two feet tall. She hesitated before going to get it, though, and pointed out that Jackson did not seem to be responding to the woman's touch. Doreen admitted this but said that she hoped a more vigorous application of her hand, once she had lubricated his cock with the Vaseline, would have the desired effect.

The woman added a final dollop of the clear grease to the animal's obstinately limp prick. Screwing the top onto the jar and handing it back, she grasped the cock firmly and began squeezing it, treating it exactly as though it were a man's prick. She worked her fist up and down the tool with slow, deliberate strokes. Eileen's pussy began throbbing harder than ever; the sight of a woman jacking off a donkey affected her strongly and she felt her sexual desire growing hotter inside her loins. Doreen continued to masturbate the beast but with little effect.

Finally she looked around at Eileen, her eyes blazing with lusty excitement. She suggested that her friend stand very close to the animal's head in hopes that he would gain a scent of her pussy and thereby get the desired message more clearly. That seemed sensible to Eileen, who knew that donkeys became excited when they smelled a mare in heat, and she took up a position in front of Jackson's muzzle. The donkey caught a whiff of her highly aroused slit easily enough; he leaned out to nuzzle her and she felt a surge of sexual desire coming over her when she felt his velvety muzzle brushing against the tops of her thighs and her lovemound. Doreen suggested that she wet a finger in her pussy and let him sniff it, which she did. Jackson immediately displayed more interest.

Doreen cried out happily that a sign of life was showing in the beast's prick, and Eileen promptly wetted her fingers in her pussy once more. This time Jackson's tongue snaked out to test the fragrant essence of womanly lust. He liked the taste and went back for more. Eileen's brain reeled with pounding fever as the donkey's nose brushed against her pussy; she arched her hips forward and rubbed the fully aroused slit over his muzzle. Jackson's tongue again darted out and this time it scraped over her flesh. Eileen screamed with anguished arousal as the rough tongue scraped over her lower belly and then nudged against her pussylips. Doreen looked back at her and smiled when she saw what was happening.

Jackson's cock was growing stiffer every second and while it was not getting any larger it was certainly coming closer to being a tool suitable for fucking. It would not have to grow any, Doreen noted; even limp it had dimensions that would surpass anything she had ever found on a man. And furthermore, she continued, the long, frustrating session with the mares that morning would very likely have left his big balls especially heavily packed with sperm. She reached up between Jackson's rear legs to caress the big, come-filled sac and immediately exclaimed with delighted surprise. His balls, she announced, were already tense and quivering with excited lust! Eileen continued to lean against the stall and to rub her pussy over the beast's muzzle as he licked at her fervently throbbing slit.

Jackson's tongue was still rough and damaging but she had become somewhat accustomed to it by this time. He was taking to pussy-eating as though she had a bundle of the highest grade hay clasped between her thighs. She did not give a thought to what might happen if the animal were suddenly to begin eating her in the literal sense. Had she thought about that she might have pulled her cunt away from him. Jackson's back arched as Doreen continued jacking him off and he licked Eileen's pussy with more and more fervor.

Finally Eileen gave a low, quavering moan and thrust herself even more violently against the beast's face. Her thighs, knotted and corded with sexual tension, shuddered under the impact of the pounding waves of sexual release that flowed out of her hot, throbbing cunt, and her cries rang out in the empty barn. She rubbed herself against the animal's nose and tongue until she had worked herself into a frenzy, then collapsed weakly against the front of the stall. Doreen watched her; she too, found it exciting to see another person coming to a state of sexual delirium.

Doreen stood up after a moment and went out to get the bench Eileen had mentioned. She wrestled the heavy slab of wood into the stall and positioned one end under Jackson's stomach. The diminutive animal was built so low that the bench surface was now only about six inches below his belly. His cock, rigid now with hot lust, paralleled his belly and seemed to reach almost to his forelegs. Eileen settled herself upon the bench, thankful for its presence, and bent forward to watch her friend.

Doreen lay upon the bench and scooted down it, bringing her crotch-fur closer to the animal's cock. She cocked one leg up high, almost encircling Jackson and the other trailed down upon the floor of the stall. She then took his well-greased cock and directed it into the valley between her thighs, rubbing it over the lips of her pussy and moaning as she touched the tool to her flesh. She lifted both legs high now, elevating the slit so that even Eileen could see it. The lips were flushed with feverish passion and were coated with a wet sheen of cunty oils. Jackson moved impatiently, as though he could not wait to get his cock into the woman. She had to force his prick down to the proper angle necessary for penetrating her cuntmouth. His erection had become so pronounced that the cock had all the resiliency of a piece of spring steel. Eileen saw that the cockhead had swelled out and now had a sharp rim. She shuddered with anticipation when she imagined her own hole being plugged with such an immense cock.

"You're going to do it!" she gasped. "You're really going to let him fuck your cunt!"

"Am I ever!" Doreen grunted lustily. "Oooohh, he's so hot, so fucking hard; I can't wait to get his prick up my cunt! This is going to be the best fuck I ever had; I can feel it already!"

Eileen would never have believed that a prick the size of Jackson's mammoth cunt-splitter would ever have fit into a woman's cunt but she quickly saw the error in that belief. Although the donkey's cock was almost flat across the tip, thus depriving it of that bullet shape which made a man's prick so easy to get directed into the moist, hot slit, Jackson compensated for this disadvantage by his powerful thrust. The animal's back bowed into a more pronounced semicircle and his hips clenched tightly as he drove in and down; forcing the head of his cock deep into Doreen's waiting cunt. The thick coating of Vaseline, together with the fully aroused condition of her slit, made it impossible for this brute power to be denied. Jackson's cock bludgeoned its way into Doreen's cunt, bringing a husky gasp of anguished joy to her full, dark lips; she threw her head from side to side with violent jerks and lunged up against Jackson's cock as it spread the mouth of her cunt into a gigantic circle.

Jackson snuffled and bowed his back further. He fucked the woman exactly as Eileen had seen him fuck mares from time to time, when the mares' owner wanted a mule for some reason. He drove his prick into the waiting cunt and tried to sheathe as much of the tool as possible. Eileen's eyes grew wider as more and more of the aroused animal's cock drove into Doreen's gyrating cunt, though the woman seemed to welcome every inch of the distended tool. She twisted her hips about on the bench, bounced them up and down; she extended one hand down to her pussy, so that she could stroke her rigid little clitoris, and used the other to massage her big, dark nipples with hearty squeezes. Cries of delirious, ecstatic joy poured from her throat as she felt her cunt being strained to near the breaking point. She never pulled away, however, nor did she shrink back from the tremendous rod being shoved so deep into her body.

Eileen's pussy could not help but respond to such an exciting scene. She seized the slit between the thumb and index finger of her left hand and began rubbing the lips together with slow, meditative ease. The forefinger of her right hand slipped down to the fervently throbbing notch and pressed down around her clitoris. She was far too aroused to stroke the inflamed nub directly but by strumming the flesh around it she was able to bring her cunt to a quivering pitch of sexual arousal. She masturbated intently, working her hips back and forth just as though she were crouched above a man, and moaned softly as she felt her cunt tightening up and preparing to unleash another devastating orgasm. The sight of Jackson's prick boring into the hair-rimmed slit between the woman's thighs infected her with a powerful desire to come and she did everything in her power to bring about that wonderfully satisfying goal.