She came – and came again.
Maria's orgasm was fueling upon itself and lubricating itself with cum-juice and saliva. She continued to cream like a perpetual motion machine, energizing itself on its own spent exhaust.
Sucking a cunt – her own or someone else's – made Maria hot and, as she creamed in turn, she gave herself more cum to suck and swallow. Creaming made her hungry, and sinking her tongue into her cunt only made her cream again.
Her voluptuous body coiled taut, then snapped into an arch. Her feet bicycled behind her head and her knees clamped around her ears as she buried her face into her cunt. Whimpers and squishing, slurping sounds drifted from her cunt as she gulped and gurgled, gorging herself on her own goo.
She shook violently as the highest peak rushed through her loins, leaving her trembling and breathless. Slowly, she uncurled from her bowed position, bringing her legs up and over and sprawling on her back, thighs parted.
A dreamy smile turned up her creamy lips and her dark eyes were narrowed and glazed. Lost in bliss, Maria had even forgotten the audience. She lay there, tits heaving, in a world of her own.
But the audience had not forgotten Maria. Everyone – except Tom but including Belinda – had cum at least once by this time, some of the more potent gentlemen having spilled out two or more foaming loads during the course of the performance.
But Tom still denied his tormented cock the relief of a hand-job, both because he was too proper to jerk off in public and because he was saving that pent-up cum for sexy Belinda.
The front of his pants bulged alarmingly.
This surging arousal did not escape Belinda's attention. Her gaze slid from Maria's soaking cunt, shifting sideways to Tom's loins. She smiled, batting her eyelashes seductively.
Belinda was desperate with desire now, her own hands and fingers a feeble substitute for prick. She had been almost as stimulated by watching Maria eat herself out as she had been by watching Juanita suck the burro off and Maria subsequently fuck the brute.
Belinda was horny and hungry, her mouth as aroused as her cunt, her tongue tingling. From the way that her companion's prick was bucking and jolting she was afraid that he was going to cream in his pants – and what a terrible shame that would be!
She was already bemoaning the waste of all the other fuck-juice that had been spilled in the barn. The floor was all slippery with spent spunk, the air tainted by the musky scent of heated cock-meat and the starchy aroma of jism. The very atmosphere was permeated by the fragrance of lust – and Belinda's mouth was watering for cum.
Belinda gazed longingly at Tom. Her eyes stared into his face, then dropped suggestively down to the writhing lump in his groin.
Tom groaned and shook his head.
Belinda drew her hand out from under her raincoat. Her fingers were sticky and cunt-juice had pooled in her palm. She brought her hand up to her lips and, gazing bewitchingly at Tom, wanting to make him so hot and horny that he lost all of his inhibitions and modesty, she slid her tongue out and licked at her hand.
Tom groaned again, staggering slightly, as, if the weight of his hard-on had thrown him off balance as it shifted in his crotch. The heavy ballast of his bloated balls grew more massive by the moment.
Belinda delicately licked all her own seepage from her palm, purring softly, like a kitten. Then she bunched her fingers together into a phallic shape and slowly fed them in and out of her lips in a fucking motion, as if she were sucking a prick.
As she finger-fucked her mouth, her gaze moved meaningfully down to Tom's groin again. She sucked softly, hinting at the pleasure her mouth could yield.
She stepped toward him, reaching out with her wet hand, showing the tip of her tongue.
But despite his raging needs, Tom was resolute. He stepped back as she groped for him. He yearned for her sweet mouth, but not in public – and especially not when she was disguised as a man.
Belinda whimpered with frustration.
Then a latecomer rushed into the barn…
CHAPTER FOUR
The latecomer – and later cummer, as it were – hurried in, sweating and looking concerned. He was a big, brawny fellow in a flannel shirt, with an impressive swelling in his jeans.
He stepped up next to Belinda and Tom. "Shit – have I missed it?" he growled. He scowled at the stage, his eyes narrowing when he saw that Maria was sprawled out, unattended by donkey-cock. The creamy flow from her cunt paid tribute to the fact that the deed had already been done.
"Goddammit!" he rasped, shaking his head in disgust. "I had a fucking flat tire and hadda fix it and…" he grinned lasciviously, "… my prick is so fucking stiff that I coulda used it instead of the tire jack!"
He looked around, grimacing when he saw that all the other pricks had either been put away or were hanging down, spent and dripping. There was cum all over the floor and clinging to the edge or the stage.
"Pretty good act, huh?" he asked.
Belinda started to answer him. Tom shook his head, cautioning her not to take a chance on having the newcomer penetrate her disguise by speaking in her husky, feminine voice.
But Belinda was annoyed with Tom for having denied her and she shot him a challenging, willful, disobedient glance. When Belinda was horny or hungry, she hated to be turned down.
"Yeah, it was great," she said. "The young girl blew the donkey, then the big fucker fucked the older woman's cunt, then she ate herself out…"
The newcomer groaned, gnashing his teeth and rolling his eyes in regret. He shook his head, hunching his broad shoulders up and looking forlorn. Tom was relieved that the man hadn't recognized Belinda as a woman. He was evidently too concerned with his own frustration.
He seemed to be undecided about something, pondering or debating some monumental issue as he nibbled thoughtfully at his lower lip and stared at the motionless, but still juicy, tableau on the stage.
One big hand slid down and cupped his crotch, fondly feeling his cock and balls.
"Aw, fuck it," he grunted, coming to a conclusion. "I guess I might as well jack off, anyhow."
He looked rather sheepish, as if he felt the need to apologize for pulling his prick.
"At least I can look at the broad's big tits and wet cunt," he muttered. Then he laughed, harshly. "It beats tossing off in a fucking toilet, right?"
Grinning, Belinda nodded her agreement.
Tom scowled at her, feeling a rising panic. He was well aware that Belinda was up to some devious mischief. But there was nothing that he could do to control the willful girl – he had never been able to do that – and the newcomer was a lot bigger than Tom was.
The man ripped his fly open viciously, as if annoyed with his zipper for holding his cock captive. His huge prick shot out like a rocket. He hadn't exaggerated. That enormous cock did look capable of substituting for a tire iron. Belinda blinked and made a soft, purring sound when she gazed at his formidable, undrained cock.
Tom turned pale and shook his head, pleading with her to behave, but Belinda's eyes were glued to the naked cock that loomed from the stranger's fly.
What a mouthwatering sight it was!
His cock-head was a massive hunk of dark purple cock-meat, bulging out from a long, fat, heavily veined cock-stalk. It throbbed and pulsed, so taut that it was vibrating. He reached into his open fly and hauled out a handful of swollen balls. Belinda gasped. If his prick could have been used to change a tire, his balls looked full enough to inflate that tire with fuck-juice!