Walking around wearing an erect cock is humiliating, even to a donkey. The jennts come to sniff it and some wanting it more, they lick the length of it from blunt end to the flap of the sheath. As much as you want to, you want not to, and the other donkeys seem to know your situation. As their manner of tempting tends to keep you cock in a fully flared state of erection, and it is dribbling pre what the females sniff, they following you like the memory of a bad dream.
Twice in one day your realized you stood there having mounted a jennet donkey, your erect cock was tracing across her sensual folds when the reality of it bade you to step down, the jennet braying of her anger, as she was willing and ready. As not an hour later she is back urging you and for a second time you -almost-... let your cock push past her vulva.
"No, oh no," you think as a second time you stepped down, the jennet this time so mad she tried to take a bite of your cock as her retaliation.
As then, about two hours after dusk that same day, being weary, though still sporting at erection, the scent of a sultry mare comes up the nostrils and enter the brain with renewed lust. Yet you are almost asleep, standing leaning against the frame of the barn door on the corral side. It is on the darker side of the barn where no security lights were ever put in place. While lulled into a false sense of security, the mare backs her rounded, royal butt to within a few inches of it touching your muzzle.
Half asleep, you think what you are feeling, doing is but a dream and a wet one at that!
Slowly you moved forward, sliding your donkey chest up to and at, her butt. She stood firmly in place, doing what she did to other fools like you, she somehow knew who you were, and that being a donkey was to the true you.
Pressing forward with you hind legs your chest rises up and over the back of the mare.
"Hmm...," you moan in your dreamy state, feeling your erection bobbing, it touching her hocks. The sensation is not enough to awaken you from that sound sleep or the enjoyment of that wet dream. As she holds fast her stance, you are edging ever higher, your forelegs gracing along side her flanks.
Then it happened, the ultimate sensation as your blunt cock-face and flared ring touches at, and then slips beyond her gates of equine doom. It was inside the mare, you were in direct conflict with the curse.
Insatiable desire ensues, the hind legs jerk your hind feet and the two legs press your body and cock forward, sliding into the mare vagina, you then sheath deep. And still your wet dream gets better.
Inside and the cock knows its time to expand, growing to twice its erect state size, adding some length, it is ready for the stud to begin his thrusting. Thrusting began, seven long drawn back and forward moves makes your balls to surge, they rise as the ejaculation process begins.
The mared moaned, the sounds coming from her are loud enough to disturb the sleepy donkey Jack, YOU.
"What, oh God no," you would have screamed had not you spoke through a muzzle, so you begin to bray.
The surging rush is happening, you can feel the semen spewing inside the mare, you are screwed, and so was she, by you!
That was once a mating with a female equine, this a mare. As the semen begins to drain down to a trickle the sudden idea in your sex lusting brain is to do the mare a second time for real fun, but do not retract your cock. The idea gets the mare to stand for it and you begin thrusting again, counting the trusts, "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine...., and Ten, as the balls rise, the cock stiffens, semen flows, and your goose is cooked.