This is me, I an having such fun! Oh the lust which wells in my heart as this cock of mine now is burried. Burried, the soft folds of that wonderful unseen sheath touches her warm moist lips. The dripping of her love juices tickles me where my desire responds to all thoughts.
A twist and pull back the organ smooths over her tight ribbed muscles of that vagina from hell. No man, ahh donkey could not enjoy the touching and mounting experiance which I now feel.
The sweet caress of her tail being swung from side to side as it drags across my burried member. As if stroking me to be more intense, as if I could! Oh her passion is so great and it instills me to stay right where I am, do what I am, and pleasure the two of us.
A noise to the side offeres the eyes of one show girl peering in on our private joy. An angry Bray from the jenny tells our thoughts on this imposition of our special time together.
Again I thrust the stiff cock deep down along her well muscled channel. My cock is flared out like nothing any human ever felt. I am pleased at this form! In time the problems of donkey life may become quite apparent but in times like this all seems so at peace.
A chuckle in my thoughts of peace on earth, and good will to donkey's that will be my slogan for this lifestyle to come.
An hour has passed as the two of us are still locked together. Her will for self pleasure is twice that of mine. As I would back out and ready to dismount she backs up and shoves the cock back into the depths of her lust. Lust is a good word for this feeling as all life itself seems now to be linked to this one act.
Back and forth, in and out, up and down, plunge and thrust the semen spews from the end of my rod. No show girl or any whore I met during army days could equal these minutes that we have known together. Load after pure load fills the small corners of that lush womb with seed. The jenny will no doubt be with foal after the pounds of slurry which flows from me to her. Each new load seems to instill the next as my thoughts of dismounting fade and the raw lust of procreation in a beastial fashion is now all that my weak mind can consider.
A door opens, but we don't care. A halter is slipped over my face and head, but I'm busy! A rein is clipped to the halter and my head is being pulled to one side, but I'm not willing to leave just yet!
A pole is slipped under my upper lip and a chain covers my nostrils. As the pole in wrenched upward it bites into my lip and this pains me to an extreme. Now I must follow my pained lip and the head turns to follow. I slide from my lover to hit the floor with forelegs and hoofs. This move drags the erect cock from her tight grasp and one hears the cork pulled from her bottle of love.
People laugh and scoff at the two fools who are more beast than people. In the hour I have been mounted my ambition for personal goals has changed to one of domination over all female donkeys.