The mule brayed and whinnied excitedly. Then, abruptly it happened. I had expected the entry of his enormous cock to be excruciatingly painful, especially without any lubrication. But, to my astonishment, at least eight inches of mule-cock slid inside my cunt on the beast's first thrust with no trouble at all. As the squishing penetration filled my ears, I realized for the first time that my pussy was sopping wet!
God, you can't believe how immense his cock felt in my cunt! He quickly rammed it in another couple of inches. With its fantastic girth it plugged up my pussy like a torpedo. But despite its enormity, Hector's battering-ram was so thoroughly greased by the wetness of my cunt, it easily pumped in and out in classic fuck-motion.
I felt I should be ashamed of myself far being turned on by this sickening desert perversion.
However, the fact of the matter was that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been in my life. Somehow I had become hopelessly turned on. Everything was blotted from my mind but the sense of the hot, throbbing telephone pole stretching my sopping pussy to the limit. How could this have happened to me?
I tried to fight it, but what was the use? The feel of almost a foot of cock up my cunt was more than I could resist, regardless of its origin. My mind filled with the image of the picture of the salesman's magazine. I clucked in satisfaction as I compared it with the enormous feeling I had in my pussy. It didn't stack up. The mule's cock was bigger than the one in the picture. Longer… harder… thicker.
With the mule fucking me from the rear, the only way I could accentuate the action was by moving my ass. I twitched it around like I was trying to shake my buns off, whip-sawing the huge animal-prick. Surging every which way within my cunt from my wild action, Hector's cock went even farther within me. Its barbed tip jabbed against some buried pleasure-point I hadn't known existed.
But half of the excitement was knowing that no matter how deeply he buried his prick in my fuck-hole, Hector would always have extra meat to spare – that's how huge the animal's tool was. Noting this with satisfaction, I reached around my haunches with my hands, anxious to wrap my fingers around any exposed cock that I could grasp.
My fingers couldn't begin to close around the beast's shaft. It was so fat and hard that the part filling my box was stretching my cunt hopelessly out of shape. I could feel my pussy expanding so that the top seemed to be extending to my navel, and the bottom to my asshole. I was sure that in a minute I would have one simple bloody gash from my belly to my spine, every bit of it engorged by a hot throbbing prick bigger than anything I had ever contemplated on my horniest day.
"Oooooh, I kin see that you like it," I could hear Prospectin' Charlie crooning.
I opened my eyes and peered out from under my lids. I saw him drooling, salivating at the lewd fuck-action.
But Prospectin' Charlie's watering mouth wasn't all I saw. His pants were off and he stood in his boots fondling a long stiff dick that looked as pink and hard as the rest of him looked old and scroungy. The old guy had a cock on him that would give anyone else but his mule pangs of envy.
Suddenly I forgot about what a crusty old codger Prospectin' Charlie was when he had his pants on. With his cock out, he magically became young and virile insofar as I was concerned, his incongruously youthful hard-on making me drool.
Maybe it was the animal-cock bestially fucking me from behind like I was another animal that had made me lose all restraint, raping my mind as well my cunt. I don't know for sure what caused it, but it was clear that the sight of Prospectin' Charlie's twitching cock made it worse. My body had become totally dominated by sex, the take-over so rapid that I couldn't pinpoint the turning point.
All I cared for was to have the mule's glorious prick crammed as far up my cunt as it would go… and then farther… and farther… until it split me in two if necessary. And, in my mouth, I slobberingly craved Prospectin' Charlie's fantastic looking tool, my lips quivering to wrap themselves around it and give it a big, long suck.
Prospectin' Charlie lost no time in making my wish come true. His pants catching around his boots, he waddled up to me, sticking his big fat cock right under my nose.
My nostrils flared as the scent from day after day of riding in a hot saddle and not bathing hit me. Normally I would have thought he could gag a dog off a gut wagon. But in the incredible situation, my senses raging like wildfire, the stench of his hairy crotch was sheer perfume, an intoxicating fragrance that turned me on more than ever.
I couldn't wait to suck his cock, immediately covering it with my lips. My tongue did a thorough lapping job, cleansing him of the grime and stale sweat that coated every pore of his prick. As I licked, I could feel his cock-head throbbing like a beating heart in my craw. A noticeable blob of anticipatory sperm drooled off and slid down my grateful throat.
Form the rear, Hector the mule was fucking like mad, having buried almost a foot of his infinite cock in my pussy. I wriggled my ass like it was powered by a machine, twisting deliciously against Hector's hard animal-meat. My whole groin felt like it was going to explode from the passion raging within me.
Above, Prospectin' Charlie's balls tightened as I cupped and rubbed them while I continued to suck his cock. My index finger left his balls and tickled up under his ass. In a second I was massaging his crusty asshole, trying to work my way into the tightness of his bung. His odor enveloped me, a musky essence that reeked of the sheerest masculinity.
Prospectin' Charlie was no longer a grizzled old desert rat in the eye of my sex-crazed mind. His sweet cock had transformed him into a mighty frontiersman. Daniel Boone, Jeremiah Johnson and Davy Crockett all rolled into one. Looking like Robert Redford. And with a cock of Paul Bunyan! Christ, it was like sucking a legend's prick.
And Hector the mule wasn't a mangy carcass with an even mangier rider. He was like Trigger, a golden palomino with a long silver mane… and a long, thick cock.
In my excitement I clasped my hand around Prospectin' Charlie's back and pulled him towards me. His cock slammed into my throat the rest of the way to his nuts. Like rocks his balls bruised against my chin and lips. They sizzled with the sperm inside them that waited to be sucked out of his shaft by the cunt of my mouth and drained by my eager throat.
My other hand was now completely groping up the sweaty furrow of his ass, the underside of my forearm supporting his throbbing balls. I had two fingers up his sticky shit-pit, burying them to the third knuckles. One finger rotated clockwise and the other counter-clockwise, setting up a whip-saw motion within his spasming asshole. The more I reamed his ass, the farther his prick inched down my throat.
Behind me the mule was going crazy. Even if I hadn't sensed it from the way his monstrous prick was splitting me, I'd have known it from the deafening braying and whinnying which suddenly filled the air. His uncontrolled bleating sounded like an air-raid as the poor animal went insane from his exposure to the sophisticated world of human sex. My cunning pussy just wouldn't let go of him, twisting his prick like it was a piece of cable.
The mule was scared, frightened by the ferocity of my pussy. Straddling my shoulders I could feel his hooves pawing the pound. He was so frightened he was trying to pull his cock out of my cunt.
I could feel it frantically tugging. But I wouldn't let his cock go. I was determined to make him come in my pussy.
The more Hector tried to remove his prick from my cunt, the harder I tightened my pussy muscles. Everytime he moved, my cunt clamped his cock like a vise. My tight pussy jerked the skin the opposite way from his pulling meat, setting up what must have been maddening friction. The more he tried to get out, the closer he came to coming inside me.