Her feet and legs were free then.
She braced herself, her feet flat on the floor and spread widely apart as she straddled him and rested her shoulders back against the shelves so that her lithe, athletic body was almost parallel with the floor. She was mounted on his prick just as if he had been flat on his back and they had been fucking in the woman-dominant position, except that position had been turned through ninety degrees – and it was a vertical ride.
Billy began to pour the prick to her then.
He drew back until only the flared head of his prick was buried in her pussy slot and her hot cunt hole was pulling through every inch of the withdrawal. Then he slammed the whole hunk in again, going balls deep. Cunt juice sprayed out as he stuffed her pussy. Her cunt was grinding away on his hard prick as if she had a whetstone inside her, sharpening his fuck-tool, honing an edge on his iron cockrod.
Billy steadily pumped prick to her, drilling for the hot oil of her loins as his own gusher threatened to blow.
His Stetson fell off.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, clinging to his driving pelvis, so that her body was suspended in the air, a swaying bridge that spanned the void between his groin and the wall. Billy was trying to fuck her right through that wall. Her head twisted and jolted and dislodged a few more books.
The learned volumes contained no knowledge that interested the wanton woman – she wanted only the knowledge that the Texan was going to spill his cum-load into her. One of the heavy books fell on his hat, flattening it. Billy didn't even notice. He was not concerned with something he would later put on his head – he was absorbed by the juicy cap that was sucking away on the head of his cock. Her cunt was like a churn, a blender, a mold that flowed around the breadth of his cock and clamped tightly to the contours so that every inch of his prick was being massaged.
He began to groan.
She stared at him, wanting to know the moment that his impending climax registered in his eyes so that she could let her own wild orgasm come at the same instant.
"Gonna come!" he rasped.
Margot cried out with joy.
Her pussy melted, flowing like hot wax around his stiff wick and Billy fucked the cockmeat to her violently as his balls blew and he began to hose her cunt with his jism.
He shot the hot stuff into her pussy under such pressure that, had she not been braced against the bookshelves, he might have blown her right off the end of his prick.
They ground it out to the end.
"That," said Margot, appreciatively, when he had pulled his cock out of her, "was just about the best fucking that I've ever had – and I've had plenty!"
His prick had come out softened somewhat, but still semi-hard, and greedy Margot was hoping that, by paying him such a nice compliment, she might inspire him to another effort. He stepped back, his cock still sticking out. His prick was no longer angled up in absolute hardness, but it was not drooping, either. She leaned back against the bookshelves, her legs spread, cum and cunt juice pouring down her thighs. She was eyeing his cock speculatively, wondering if she might be able to suck it up to perfection so that she could have another cuntful of prick.
"Why, thank you, Ma'am," Billy said.
"You must have been really horny," she said.
"I sure was," said Billy.
And then, because he had a pretty good idea that a girl like this one would not be shocked by much of anything, he told her why he had been so horny. He told her about watching the dark-haired girl with the big tits fucking the burro.
Margot listened with interest.
"You liked that, huh?" she said.
"Sure did," Billy admitted.
Then randy Margot knew exactly how to get that splendid prick nice and hard again.
"I fucked a goat, once," she said.
Billy gasped, eyes widening.
Margot saw, with satisfaction, that his cock was starting to elevate like a field gun, ranging in on her hairy target.
"I hadn't even fucked a man, yet. I didn't really mean to fuck the goat, either. But I got carried away. He was an awful pretty goat. Had long, silky hair and a neat little beard – and what a prick! I was only gonna jack him off, at first, but his cock kept getting bigger and bigger and harder and harder, and it's pretty difficult not to fuck something that horny."
Billy was every bit as horny, all over again.
"I fucked the goat face to face," said Margot. "I grabbed hold of his beard when I came."
Billy moved towards her with a new load of cum to drain.
How jealous Hank was going to be when he heard about this!
But, in fact, Hank had done even better…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The mayor had wandered away to socialize with other guests and Hank and Carmella were alone, both still blushing furiously. Hank handed her a drink from the tray. The rim of the glass clicked against her perfect white teeth and he saw the tip of her tongue flick nervously out. The last time he had seen that tongue, it had been lapping away on the head of donkey's prick!
His own prick was swelling alarmingly.
Carmella said: "You recognized me, huh?"
Hank nodded.
"Gee – I hope you won't tell my daddy about it! He'd skin me alive if he knew I did that."
Hank said nothing.
Carmella said: "Mayors really hate it when they find out their daughters have been fucking burros."
"I guess," he mumbled.
She sipped her drink, glancing around to make sure no one else had wandered into ear-shot.
"I just sort of got into the habit. This used to be a working ranch, you know. And when a gal has all those bulls and stallions around, those things happen."
"Oh," Hank said.
He hadn't known that before.
"And it isn't as if I was a whore or anything nasty like that," said the dark-eyed girl. "I mean, I don't put on a performance for money or anything sordid – I just enjoy doing it and men like to see me do it, so I don't think it's really bad."
She gave him a big-eyed look.
Her tits, he noticed, were really lovely – big, firm globes straining against her shirt.
Hank was an honorable man.
He hated the thought of blackmailing anyone.
But under the circumstances, how could he resist? He had a gigantic hard-on that had to be unloaded and the girl was gorgeous and it was simply too good to pass up.
"Well, I guess I won't have to tell your daddy, Carmella, but it seems as if you ought to be grateful that I don't – and maybe be real nice to me?"
She lowered her long-lashed eyes, her face clouded, troubled.
"You mean fuck you or something?"
"Sure," he said.
"I-I can't do that."
"Why?"
"I'm a virgin."
"What?" he asked, astounded.
"I'm a virgin," she repeated. "I'm saving myself for marriage. I've never fucked a man – or sucked one, either."
"But – you fuck donkeys!"
"Well, sure. But that don't count. A gal is cherry until a man – a human – screws her. And around these here parts, a gal has to remain a virgin until she gets wed. It's the respectable thing to do."
Hank snatched up another drink, his mind boggling.
Carmella grinned wryly and said: "After I get married, I'll probably stop fucking burros, on account of then I'll be able to let my husband fuck me, instead. But until then – well, a gal needs fucking and if she's got to stay virginal, it's burros or nothing."
"I see," said Hank.
Now the girl looked thoughtful.
"But you're right – I will be grateful to you, for not telling my daddy. If you like…"