SLUT SAMANTHA 11

SLUT SAMANTHA 11
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CHAPTER 11: THE DONKEY

Albert has changed. Of course, it goes without saying that I have changed. But, I have been able to change because Albert has changed. Looking back to Nick’s death and my feeling of complete loss of self as a result of losing Nick, Albert changed. Did he change for me? I have thought so. He p*o-p*o’s any discussion about it, but I have come to the conclusion that he changed himself because he saw what was happening to me. The short connection formed between Albert, Nick and myself proved stronger and resilient than should have been expected for such a new relationship. It may have been a primary result of seeing his own grief and loss and loneliness and neglected time reflected in my reactions. I have thought, and praised him in my heart and soul, that he pulled himself out of his loss and grief to stand strong and confident in order to pull me out of my own.

His renewed dedication and spirit has not been only for me, though. The ranch has seen the change in him, also. The original image I had of him when the couples brought me to his place for the goat as a lonely, craggy, unhappy, old man has disappeared. He has become more acquainted in Lonely and has reached out to some of our neighbors. We go into town for shopping and meals and people acknowledge us.

He has worked hard on the ranch, identifying projects for remodeling and building to better care for the a****ls or for our comfort inside the house. So, when he mentioned that he was looking for a donkey, I had to ask him why he would want to get a donkey. Of course, we laughed because I knew very well why he wanted to find a donkey. I had expressed my concerns that a horse might be too large to fuck. His solution was something smaller but still big … a donkey. Maybe, he even thought a donkey could be a stepping stone to taking a horse. But, when I challenged the thinking, he had to relent. All the other a****ls that I fucked were not there because I needed something to fuck. They were there because they had a purpose or brought value. How would a donkey do that?

He stopped mentioning it, but I knew he was still thinking about it. And, I love that about him.

It was no surprise then, when he blurted out one night, “I found one!”

I laughed. That excitement could have been about a number of things including a carpenter out in this lonely part of the state. Hmmmm … possibly how the town got its name … “You found what?” I was deep in my third novel about a sheriff up in Wyoming whose best friend was a Cheyenne. With the riding and ranch/farm work, I was doing, reading about the quaint life in Wyoming seemed like a natural. My response was, therefore, only expressing mild interest.

“A donkey! I found one.”

I put my Kindle down on the coffee table and turned to him. “I thought we talked about this? I’m not saying the idea of a donkey … yeah, okay, it would be exciting, but … Albert, I thought we agreed …”

He was waving me over to the computer he had set up in his lap on the sofa. I stood up to cross to the other side of the coffee table, “Wait!” I froze. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture. I just looked at him with that look that only a woman can give a man who is just being such a … well, man. He shrugged, “Never know when I might need another picture of you naked …” I rolled my eyes. He must be transferring them to that computer for all the pics he has been taking lately.

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We had been driving this poorly maintained dirt road for miles. The road surface alone would have limited our speed, but we were watching closely for the landmarks the farmer had provided us. He had laughed that street signs were not very frequent out where he lived. We had not said anything, but the same was true for where Albert lived. He said the last turn-off for the road leading his drive would not be marked at all and we might miss it until we were passing, but there was a 6-foot high pile of rock and boulders on the right side just before the turn. That is what I was looking for; Albert was too busy watching the ruts and holes in the road. He decided to take the old pickup because of the roads along the way, but now he was mumbling something about hoping the truck held up under the abuse.

I pointed ahead and to the right, “There! There is the pile. There should be a road to the right just ahead.”

He mumbled something, again. I looked at him questioningly and he hooked a thumb to behind us. I turned to look out the open sliding window of the back and saw what he was grumbling about. If he slowed down too much, we may be enshrouded in the plume of dust that has been behind the entire way on this road. His old truck did not have any air-conditioning, so we would be breathing it or taking the turn fast. He laughed, as though he was reading my thoughts, put his hand out to hold me back, despite the seat belt I was wearing, and took the turn fast.

This road was narrower and poorer than the previous one and I fully expected that when we reached our destination, we would be in the 1950’s.

I focused on the direction he gave us and read them out loud for Albert’s sake even though, by the looks of the road, I was still going to have to guide him. “A series of dead cottonwoods on the left; the drive in the middle of those. The house and buildings are just over a rise.” There was another rise in the road ahead and at the top of it, I saw the dead trees. “There … on the left. The drive should be in there somewhere.”

He slowed the truck down and the drive became apparent. He pulled into it and up to the gate. We looked at each other, Albert got out to open the gate but returned without doing so. He sat back behind the wheel, “It’s locked … why would it be locked? He knew we were coming.” He turned to me and I shrugged. “What would you do?”

I looked at him and then it hit me what he was asking, “If I was alone, you mean?” He nodded. “If I were alone, I think I would turn around and leave.”

“Good, girl.” He thought for a minute.

Before he could add anything, “But, I am not alone.”

He looked at me and smiled while nodding. He pulled out his cell phone. “Damn … I haven’t seen a tower forever, but I have a bar.” He talked to the guy, but it was mostly from the other guy. When he ended the call, Albert turned to me with a puzzled look on his face. “He said for you to get naked and we can walk up to the yard.” I just looked at Albert and he looked at me, “Yeah, I know. But, he sounded nervous about the whole thing now. He wants to be careful and doesn’t want to have any trouble.”

I looked out the windshield, staring at the gate the 2 ruts going up the rise beyond it. I turned back to Albert, “It seems strange …” He nodded and I could see the concern on his face. I pushed my hand against his shoulder hard enough to rock him in his seat, “Sort of like the first time I ever saw you.” He turned to me and we both started laughing. That first time, he had become skeptical of people coming to watch a woman, me, get mounted by one of his a****ls.

He nodded to me and I opened my door, stepping out onto the hardpack and gravel. I stripped off my boots and the simple dress I had become accustomed to wearing around the area and I was naked. I piled it all on the seat after closing the door window and Albert locked it. He then got out and locked his door.

The horizontal metal bars in the gate were spaced wide enough that I could slip through, Albert elected to climb over it. I found walking on the wild grass between the ruts to be easier on my bare feet. As we walked, I was now even more curious than ever about this guy.

The donkey Albert found was not one to buy, but one that someone was willing to have used by a woman. Albert put a posting on one of the bestial websites and among the strange and peculiar replies that he received was a very simple reply, “If you are serious, use the site’s personal messaging system back to me.” The man was quite skeptical and as Albert had learned, the replies from others on the site were usually dead-ends. Albert did get a picture of the donkey with the man, or a man, standing beside it. Albert needed to send a picture of me and sent the same one he had used before of me under Harley, naked but my hair covering my face. After much back and forth, we decided to set a day for a meeting. Now, I was naked and walking into a stranger’s farm for the opportunity to fuck his donkey. I said I wanted experiences …

Albert walked slightly ahead of me as we crested the rise and looked at the farm yard ahead. The man was standing on the concrete stoop at his front door. He saw us, but he did not wave or call out, he simply stepped off the stoop and walked to the barn where he slid open the large door and disappeared inside. Albert slowed so I was alongside him, “Seems like an interesting fellow …” We both laughed. I imagined there must be a high percentage of guys that are offering their a****ls for fucking women that could be categorized as ‘interesting’. Of course, they might feel the same way about the women looking to fuck those same a****ls.

The inside of the barn was dark. The large doorway we entered provided the most light and there was a smaller door on the other end that offered a narrow slice of light. The windows along each side had been covered over by dirt and grime many years ago, by the appearance. We stopped just inside the door hoping our eyes would adjust from being in the bright sunlight outside.

From ahead of us and not too far, came a call, “Over here. The third stall.”

We had stopped near the first stall, so it wasn’t far; he had been behind the wall of the stall, but as he stepped to the entrance, we found him. The donkey was inside the stall and its hind legs were already tethered and a rope secured his head to the other end.

He seemed to be watching me intently, but I rather think it was just ogling me very intently. He was an older man, similar in age to Albert, and just as weathered and rough looking. His hair was on the long side, hanging over his ears and the collar of his shirt and much of it was gray. His clothes were clean, both the loose work shirt and bib overalls. I wondered if this had ever happened to him before and when the last time was that he had seen a naked woman so close. He didn’t offer any introduction, so we had no idea if the name he gave us was real or made-up. We didn’t offer anything further, either.

I moved to the side of the donkey, comparing it with the horses. “So, how do we do this?”

He looked at me, then Albert, a stupid grin on his face, “Beats me. I’m not the one that wants to fuck it.”

I put my fists on my hips and turned to him, “If you don’t want us here, we’ll leave and find someone else.” He put up his hands in defense and appeasement. “He is your donkey and I just thought you might have some ideas, that is all.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. To be honest, I have put a note up like that before and received replies and communication, but you are the first that were REALLY interested. The others, I think, were just messing around or something. I guess I’m pretty nervous.”

I smiled at Albert and he nodded. I walked up to the man, put my hands on his chest, raised up on my toes and kissed his cheek, making sure my breasts pressed into him.

“Thank you, for the honesty. But, you must know from the website that there are women who like to do this.”

He nodded shyly. Now, he wasn’t quite as overt about looking at my body. “Well, I was beginning to wonder about that certainty.”

I smiled at him, “Well, I am real and he”, I hooked my thumb back toward Albert, “he can attest that I like a lot of different a****ls.” That got him curious and we talked about the a****ls at our ranch. It seemed to help him and he relaxed more as we laughed about some situations, including the first time I met Albert.

He looked at Albert, “I have an idea.” Albert motioned to me. He turned to me, “I have an idea.” He put his hands on my shoulders and moved me to the side of the a****l, again. He was obviously much more comfortable with us, now. He knelt down alongside the donkey. I joined him and put my hand on the a****l’s side. The a****l didn’t budge at the touch. Upon my query, he confirmed that the a****l was very gentle.

He had me get on my hands and knees and moved under the a****l. He reached underneath the a****l and my back. I looked over to him, seeing him concentrated on whatever he was examining. He then looked down at me and smiled, then offering me his hand to assist me from under the a****l.

“We need 4 to 6 inches to have you at the right height for him.” He said it as though it was the most natural conversation to have. Gone was the insecurity and reluctance of before. He moved into the aisle between the stalls, pulled a pocket knife from his pocket and broke the strings binding a bale of hay. He separated a section that looked to me to be about a foot thick and wondered how that looked like 4 to 6 inches to him. He took the section of hay back to the donkey, asked me to resume the location and placed it under my knees. I was having to bend my knees, but he just smiled.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take much movement to flatten it out more.” He watched me, turned to Albert and nodded, then back to me. “I think you can do whatever it is you have to do, now.”

I looked up at him. Whatever I have to do? I turned my attention to Albert who was smiling. He found the choice of wording interesting, too. So, I turned around so I was facing the end of the donkey, partially underneath the a****l. I approached him like I did with the horse, stoking along the belly, increasingly closer to the sheath until I was stroking with both hands on either side of the sheath and finally along the sheath itself on each side. It did not take much of that for the a****l to shift a few times, but he did not kick or move too dramatically. The tethering might not have been necessary for this a****l, but it was a welcome safeguard. And, it did not take more after that for it to ‘drop’, as I learned the term to be when suddenly a long length of cock is hanging from the sheath. Before my eyes, I had 10 inches of cock hanging in front of me. This was not like the horse who was longer, but it was still a lot of cocks, and, unlike the horse, I was intent on fucking this cock.

I took the cock into my hand carefully, then licked the mushroom head until I started getting the pre-cum. As with the horse, I used it for lubrication, coating my palms with it, sucking some more as I carefully stroked the long shaft, then collecting more of the pre-cum as it came. As the cock stiffened under my attention, it was not as long as the horse, but that was all relative. This cock stiffened past the point where my 2 hands could cover most of it and was probably 18 inches long. I took my lips from the cock end to spread more pre-cum over my hands and the cock, only to find that the cock was hard, standing out at an angle when I released it from my hands. I continued to suck, but I did not want it to cum in my mouth or on me like the horse. I wanted this one inside me.

Satisfied, I turned around, hunched over given the room available. I moved the hay under my knees and straightened my thigh vertical until my back bumped into the underside of the donkey and his hanging penis. I realized I was not sure how this was going to work. I needed more than one hand to move the cock to my pussy and gain its entrance into me. I called out for assistance and heard some discussion. To my surprise, the knees I saw behind me were those of the man, not Albert. I told him I need help in folding the head into my pussy, that once it was inside, I could take over.

His hands were tentative as he touched me and seemed to be initially reluctant to take hold of the cock, but my plea for help overtook the phobias about handling a cock and did what I needed. I felt him move the cock head to my pussy but was struggling. He was trying to open me and fold the head into me, all at the same time. I balanced myself on one hand so I could assist with the other by putting the hand between my legs as I did for the dogs. I use the first 2 fingers, inserting them between my lips and spreading them as widely as I could.

My stimulation was on a rocket ride. The premeditation and anticipation were in the background, the presence of the stranger and his touching me were driving another response, and the forceful pressure of the large cock onto my pussy, rubbing up and down along it, bumping my clit, and sliding over my anus were primary to driving my physical and emotion stimulation to a fever pitch.

As the head of this super large cock passed through my outer and inner lips, into my hole to a depth where I felt the entire head had penetrated me, I gasped, then cried out, “Ohhhhhh … DAMNNNNN … oooooooooo, yessssssss …” My legs and arms quaked and my breathing was caught in my lungs, nothing working but my body first accepting and then adjusting to this strange cock filling me. Already I felt so stuffed and I knew very well I only had a very small portion of it inside me. But, I braced myself, both hands pressed into the hay, my knees spreading a little further apart as if that might make accepting the large head a bit easier.

From the feet at the back of the a****l, I heard as if in the distance, “Did she just cum?”

Then, I heard Albert’s distinctive chuckle, “Yes … she very definitely just came.”

It was only the head, but it was the largest thing I had ever taken into my pussy, larger than the knot of the Great Dane, and this was constant. My lips and hole were not allowed to relax as when the knot goes in. This is constant, like a cock in my ass, but more so.

I repositioned my hands and knees, spreading my support and taking in large, deep breaths for calming and psyching myself for more. I was not holding the massive cock and the man was not, either. I knelt under the a****l with the cock head embedded in my pussy and the rest of it in-line with me. The cock was anchored by my pussy and the a****l’s sheath. With a lot of thought, doubts, and admonishments, I slowly pressed back against the cock without much seeming effect. It was wedged inside, but apparently gentle was not the way to take more of into me. I dropped my head and sucked in more air, held it, then pushed back several inches. I cried out as the head moved much further into my expanding pussy. I shook my head with the thought, ‘How in the hell could a woman possibly take a horse cock?’

I sensed movement, then knees alongside me. I looked over to find Albert bent over looking at me. His hand came out and stroked my body, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, then shook my head. “I don’t know. What I do know is … I am going to do this.”

“You don’t have to.”

I smiled weakly, “Yes, I do.” My smile got bigger and determination came to my eyes and attitude, “How else can I take a horse cock if I cannot take this?”

He smiled and shook his head.

He thinks I am an idiot, maybe. Why would I hurt myself for pleasure? He does not understand. I laugh, do I understand? But, I know this is something I want and need to do. It seems like a pinnacle of some sort in achievement … or a step to that pinnacle, perhaps. With that resolution in my mind, I press back again, again, and again. Each time I manage another inch, but it is as if the donkey has had enough of me and my ways … he thrusts his hindquarters forward, driving the massive cock into me until it hits the end of my vaginal cavity, bruising against my cervix and everything else just beyond. I cry out with the pain, the fear, and the exaltation of being fully and completely filled, stretched and consumed by this bruising weapon, much of which was still outside my body.

I pull forward, feeling it moving through my pussy until it comes to the opening, the head still inside me and the flair bumping my g-spot, and I wiggle, rotate my pelvis, and start to push back against him when he again thrust and takes me in a quick, full surge, and I cry out, again. This is good? This is fun? Oh, god, YES. Each time drives me closer to being crazy with pent-up adrenaline and arousal seeking a climactic release of epic proportions.

At this point, I was biting my lower lip, concentrating, talking to myself, mumbling the sounds that are not quite words when they come out of my mouth. I am holding on, waiting, silently pleading for this b**st to cum, a cum that I want more than anything right now to share with him. He has bruised me, pained me, abused me, and I want more of it.

He pounds into me and I try to find a happy middle ground of penetration, but I realize I am in the wrong position for that. I have no control; this brute is in control, he pounds into me and I move forward as he bottoms out inside me. To influence control, I need to be in a different position, a position that allows me to resist with my feet … on my back. My mind processes for future reference, I have no question that I will attempt this a****l or another, again.

Finally, I feel his huge cock pulse and swell even more than it was and I know, I just know, that he is about to cum. In a nano-second, a thought flashes through my lust-induced brain if it matters if his cock is all the way inside or … But, it is too late for even that thought to fully develop, much less have it be concluded.

I feel a massive swelling and pulse from his cock inside me and I suck in air in anticipation and expectation. The first spurt is massive, but I only sense it happen because, with the sense, my orgasm finally releases and instantly encompasses my entire body with flashes through my eyes, pulsing of nerve ends, and the feeling that my body is exploding.

I was to be told later by Albert, my arms collapsed and my ass was stuck on the cock that continued to spurt huge volumes of seed into my full pussy. He said the first spurt came when the a****l was deep inside me, apparently had no place for the semen to go, and shot out of what little gap existed between cock and pussy, spraying out for feet in all directions. Of course, the second, third, and fourth spurts were equally confined and maybe more so with the cum inside me from the first. Donkey cum was sprayed everywhere.

When the cock started deflating, my ass fell to the hay covered ground below me. I rolled enough to look up to see the thing that had penetrated me, not quite believing what I had accomplished. The thing was still leaking a slow, thin stream of cum. I struggled to my knees and pulled the quickly shrinking cock to my lips. I sucked, but more, I put the cock to my lips and drank the slow leak as if it were a hose set at very low flow. It was obscene and I felt obscene. There was a puddle of cum where I had been kneeling.

I crawled out from under the donkey and both men came to me, each taking an arm to assist me up. I stood between them on shaky legs, but as I looked to Albert, then the other man, my face shone with pride and accomplishment. Shining with pride and accomplishment? What a slut I must be becoming.

Albert took a step back from me, still providing support for my arm and gazed between my legs. I followed his gaze to find a steady drip of cum falling. I think I blushed, but who could tell. I was covered in sweat from the effort in the confined air of the barn, hay and dirt dust from the floor, and cum streaks on my legs. Who knows how I looked, otherwise.

They assisted me to a bale of hay and the man ran into the house for some cold beers in a cooler. We had the first ones, mine emptying in 2 chugs, in silence. Albert opened my second bottle and handed it to me. I noticed him looking at the other man as I raised the bottle to my lips. The man nodded with some eagerness. I don’t normally drink beer so fast, but I was into the next gulp when I heard Albert ask how I felt.

I put the beer to my forehead and sighed. The cold bottle and warm air brought moisture to the outside of the bottle and it felt good against my skin as I dragged the bottle down over each breast and nipple and to my stomach. I looked at him, finally.

“Tired as hell.” I chuckled, “Such lady-like language, huh? But, then again if I just fucked a donkey, I may not be a lady …” I looked up and realized it had not been an idle interest into my feelings. “Oh … not that bad, really.” I looked at Albert and he gave a slight head motion to the other man. I looked at him, lean forward enough that I could touch his knee with my free hand. I saw him shift his gaze to my breast as it hung below me as I lean forward and I smiled … but to myself. “I suppose this all might still seem strange to you, but I really did enjoy your donkey. A lot!” His eyes were fixed on mine and I smiled at him, looked down at my beer bottle dripping onto my knee, then back up to him. “There is one more thing that would make this experience complete.”

His eyes fixed on me, “What … what’s that?”

“You were good enough to allow me to enjoy your a****l, I thought … I think it would nice if I could thank you properly.”

He watched me, confusion coming over his face, then … recognition, and awkwardness. “I … you don’t … it’s …”

I stroked up his thigh, but just half way, his eyes dropping to watch. “But, I would like to. My pussy is kind of messy …” I opened my legs showing a sight of cum and puffy lips. “Or, I could use my mouth …” He was watching me. I waited. He gave a slight nod but nervously looked at Albert.

I gave Albert a similar head-motion and he caught on immediately. “I think I’m going to take my beer outside and catch that breeze. It’s too stifling in here.” As he stepped behind the man, he turned and blew me a kiss.

I went to my knees in front of him, my bottle dropping next to the bale I had been sitting on, my hands sliding up his thighs to the end. I looked up to him and smiled.

“Stand up.” He did without question, not looking at me as I undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, then his worn thin boxers. Underneath was a hard, straining, uncircumcised penis. “Sit down and relax … let me do this for you.” I moved my head to his stomach and kissed it as my hand grasped his hard cock. He gasped at my touch and I was concerned that he might cum right there. I looked up and he was biting his lip, just as I had done earlier, and that shared reaction brought a smile to my face. A smile he did not see, his eyes focused somewhere else … perhaps praying he was not going to cum too soon. I wondered at that image of concentration; I wondered when the last time a woman held his cock, much less sucked it into her mouth, which I was about to do.

I lowered my head to his lap and the cock waiting there for me. I used my fingers to pull the skin back to fully expose the head. I kissed the tip before putting my lips around it. He gasped and jerked at the touch. I placed a hand at the base of his penis. I wanted to be able to gauge his response and try to give him attention without a quick climax. After a little sucking of the head, I dropped my mouth further down the cock and pulled back up. He was breathing heavy, moaning, and sighing with every motion. I knew he was not going to last long, so I slowed down on my stimulation, but he had other ideas. I felt his hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down, his groans becoming more urgent and his cock twitched and jerked. At the base of his penis, I felt a surge and pulse so I dropped my mouth down onto him taking him as deep as I dared, pulled up and sucked the head vigorously. At the next pulse, I squeezed off at the base and sucked even harder while not allowing any climax through. His groans became insistent and demanding.

“Oh, you woman! I have to cum!”

I smiled around his cock in my mouth and I released the pressure at the base and his cum shot explosively into my mouth as I raised my mouth up closer to the head. He had a lot of cum to give me and I took it all, noisily gulping his seed.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and watched some of the foreskin recover his cock head, then looked up and smiled at him. “Did I do okay?”

His eyes closed and he fell backward and off the bale of hay. “Oh, God, that was beyond ‘okay’!” He laughed and rolled to his side before gaining his knees and his feet, struggling a bit with his pants down around his ankles, which just cause more laughter from him.

Albert re-entered the barn at the sounds of laughing. He re-entered just in time to see me use an index finger to pull some stray man-cum off my chin into my mouth. He smiled at me. I smiled back and fell onto my back, my arms out wide, my legs spread. A giggle escaping my lips.

* * CHAPTER 12: THE FARM FAMILY will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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