http://www.mrdouble.com From redwood@fred.net Fri Jan 10 07:59:23 1997 Path: news.uni-c.dk!newsfeed.sunet.se!news99.sunet.se!masternews.telia.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!gail.ripco.com!fred.net!not-for-mail From: redwood@fred.net (Ricy of the Redwood) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality Subject: Story Repost "Jackass Love" (f/donkey) Date: 10 Jan 1997 06:59:23 GMT Organization: Redwood's Rag Hall Lines: 295 Message-ID: <5b4pcb$nd3@sleddog.fred.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: bigdog.fred.net X-Newsreader: TIN [UNIX 1.3 950824BETA PL0] Don't read this message if your under 18 or otherwise not supposed to. The storys reposted are as complete as I recieve them with original headers (and tYpografikal errers) intact. All parts to storys will be put into one post if possible unless parts are actually sequels (as in the "Animal Farm" and "Animal Farm 2" posts). 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Happy reading ;) _____ _____ ____ ____ / ; / / `; | / / / / /` /_____,/ /____ / / | /| / / / / /____ / | / / / | / | / / / / / / | /_____ /______,/ |/ |/ /_____/ /____ / Red Wulf (Ricy of the Redwood) Start of repost. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- >From legba@ix.netcom.com Tue Nov 07 18:03:29 1995 Path: news.qnet.com!news.cais.net!wb3ffv!cs.umd.edu!haven.umd.edu!news.umbc.edu!eff!news.duke.edu!solaris.cc.vt.edu!homer.alpha.net!uwm.edu!chi-news.cic.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!hodes.com!netcomsv!uu4news.netcom.com!netcomsv!uu3news.netcom. com!ix.netcom.com!netnews From: legba@ix.netcom.com (maluka bizee ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Jackass LOVE (F/f/animal) Date: 8 Nov 1995 02:03:29 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 255 Message-ID: <47p35h$ma7@ixnews3.ix.netcom.com> References: <47o563$m66@usenetp1.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ix-min5-07.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Tue Nov 07 6:03:29 PM PST 1995 "As you know, ladies and gentlemen, this is a charity ball we are holding tonight." C-h-a-r-i-t-y b-a-I-I! I thought. Wow! "I want to personally thank all of you for disrupting your busy schedules in order to be here tonight - to help participate financially in this worthy cause." There was a round of applause from the audience. I took a quick glance at Bobby, but he was expressionless. I couldn't tell how he was taking all this. I looked around the room at the crowd, especially the women. They ranged in ages from twenty to sixty-five or so. All seemed intent on the proceedings, with none looking offended. They were obviously wealthy. This amazed me far more than the girl with her jackass on the stage. "Well, I suppose it's about time to start the proceedings," Lou said from the stage. "As you know, we will accept bids on which lady will be entertained by Mr. Happy here, our friend the jackass." There was a round of applause and Lou bowed formally to the guests. "Now, to start things off, will the gentlemen in the audience point to the lady they wish to bid on first. The lady with the highest bid for charity will meet Mr. Happy right away." There was more applause and some cheers. An Englishman in the crowd kept saying, "Here, here." "Now, gentlemen, will you point out your lucky candidate, please?" Several men pointed to one lady. Lou counted the votes: twenty-six in all. "Now for the second vote, please." Several more pointed to another lady: fifteen votes total. "Thank you, gentlemen. I see that our voting has been very heavily in favor of Mrs. Wills, will you please stand and let us have a look at you?" A young woman of about twenty-five stood up. Bobby was quick to shift his attention to her. She was lovely. She was dressed as if she had stepped out of Vogue magazine. I know it's an old cliche, but in this case it's true. "No, no, Mrs. Wills. You don't understand. You've won. And won fair and square, I might add. Congratulations. Please come up to the stage right now." Mrs. Wills got slowly to her feet and started up toward Lou. The whole room broke into applause again and Lou looked pleased. Mrs. Wills looked a little nervous as Lou said, "Would you like to say anything to our friends before you began to disrobe?" She looked at the audience, then back at Lou again. She shook her head. She had been drinking, and she hadn't made it too steadily to the platform. But from the whiteness of her face, it was clear she had begun to sober up. "Well, then, Mrs. Wills, will you begin disrobing?" Lou said smoothly, as though he were actually saying, "Will you please pass the butter?" It took a cultured background to speak like Lou did. But it took something else to host this party. Mrs. Wills, a tall, well-built woman, began to unbutton the back of her dress. "May I help?" Lou inquired. She nodded and he smiled at the audience, a look asking their kind indulgence for a most necessary delay, and stepped around behind her. He helped her remove her dress. Then he handed it to an attendant who had come up beside him. The man stood rigid, neither looking right or left. I wondered if he could see in front of himself, either. He held the dress out stiffly, drapped over his uniformed arm. Lou handed the attendent her bra. Her lovely breasts had come loose from the bra like it had been a prison. They stood straight out, rigid and beautiful. Bobby's eyes were as big as his stupid ears from watching her. I nudged him. As he turned to me annoyed, I said coolly, "you'd look so sweet in that bra, Bobby." He turned away angrily. But I think he'd forgotten me the moment he turned back to look at those lovely tits. I slipped my hand down between his legs and felt his big hard-on. He brushed my hand away impatiently, I laughed and every eye in the room was suddenly upon me. Lou was handing the attendant her panties now. They were sheer, black with ruffled lace, just like mine. If I was ever missing any panties, I'd look her up. The attendant turned on his wooden heel and split. "Would you care to lay down on the bench now, Mrs. Wills?" Lou said quietly. It was a big moment, and everyone was staring at her. Her knees trembled, but she nodded. "That's very nice, Mrs. Wills. One has to do many things for charity." I wondered if she had been doped. I couldn't see any wealthy dame going through this, even for charity. She lay back on the bench and Lou gallantly adjusted the pillows for her. "Humm, Mrs. Wills, you'll simply have to - to spread your legs." She nodded and spread them to each corner of the bench. "Thank you," Lou said as he snapped his fingers at the naked girl standing on the other end of the platform. She reached down and started playing with the balls and dick of the jackass. He started getting a whopping hard-on right away. I was amazed at that, too. Mrs. Wills' lips were trembling, but she didn't move. Lou turned to address the audience. "As you know, we did not proceed to the second object for bid, and we wanted to keep your interest up as high as possible." Everyone laughed. There was certain tenseness, and they didn't welcome his holding up the show. Lou sensed that and stepped back, saying, "Well, we must carry on with the first half of the show, first." He nodded at the naked girl. The naked girl walked the jackass over to Mrs. Wills. Then she helped him get his front feet up on the bench behind Mrs. Wills' head. She handled the animal well, and with a certain studied kindness, which pleased me. I hate it when animals are mistreated. The jackass's big pole kept slapping Mrs. Wills in the face. She kept trying to steer it away from her, but it persistently slapped her again and again. I thought it was funny. The other members of the audience watched this with grins and fascinated stares. Everyone seemed to be having a hell of a good time. Everyone but Mrs. Wills. The tiny naked girl was helping Mrs. Wills guide the big shaft up to the opening of her pussy. Mrs. Wills' eyes seemed to grow larger the closer the jackass's big dick got to her hole. Even at that distance, I could see the tiny girl was having a hard time not laughing. She had her face clamped shut, her mouth a tiny straight line that kept wavering at each end. The tiny girl was whispering something to Mrs. Wills and she was nodding her head in reply. Then she reached down and spread her pussy lips, and the tiny girl got hold of the jackass's long dick and guided it into the hole. It didn't go very far; it was too damned big. I shuddered to see this, imagining my own hole being split by that living telephone pole. The jackass was getting fired up now. Once he felt that good pussy around the head of his dick, he started snorting and dancing around on his hind legs. Mrs. Wills grabbed a hold of the edges of the bench, and the girl pushed forward on the jackass's rump. He made a hard lunge forward, and Mrs. Wills screamed. The crowd went wild, clapping their hands and stomping their feet. Several whistled joyfully. I looked at Lou. He was looking at the stage, all right - but directly at the tiny girl. He didn't even notice the society woman with the big dick stuck half way up her stretched pussy. The dirty rat! Mrs. Wills was moaning and banging her legs against the end of the bench, and the jackass when hunching forward, trying to get all of it in her pussy. He was inching it along, working at it, until he had about three quarters of it in there. She had a hold of his front legs now, trying to push herself back up and away from that surging big dick of his. But he was holding her by the weight and angle of penetration. He really had impaled her! She couldn't get away, and he was pushing more and more of it into her. I wondered if he's split her open. The tiny girl was back of the jackass now, pushing hard on his rump again, walking him into Mrs. Wills's pussy, tearing, crushing her under his stabbing probe into her. He didn't have more than a few inches to go. Already his big balls were close to her cunt, banging at her ass like two big bells. Mrs. Wills was fighting to hold him back. The tiny girl picked up the cold, metal handle of a riding crop from the edge of the stage. She walked back to the rear of the animal and lifted his tail. Then she looked down at Mrs. Wills. Mrs. Wills looked up and saw what the tiny girl was going to do. "Oh, no!" she screamed. But it was too late, the tiny girl jammed the cold metal handle of the riding crop clear up the jackass's butt! All hell broke loose underneath the jackass, Mrs. Wills screamed as the immense shaft shot into her all the way. The animal was snorting and panting, humping his hips around, trying to drive it clean through her. She was flinging her arms around, kicking her legs and screaming at the top of her lungs. The tiny girl stood back and watched, a look of satisfaction on her beautiful cherub face. She was enjoying the whole thing to the hilt. I took a quick peek at Bobby. He was still watching the tiny naked girl. I knew he had the horn on for her and he wouldn't be satisfied till he laid her. Maybe laid her a few hundred times. My heart sank. I didn't want any horny female fucking around with Bobby. I just wished he felt the same way about it. The jackass was stomping around, going wild, coming buckets-full, and Mrs. Wills was moaning and looked semiconscious. Then the tiny girl pulled the unwilling jackass off of Mrs. Wills and led him to an attendant, who had emerged on cue from the wings. He led the snorting animal side of the room, but not without the jackass trying once or twice to get back to Mrs. Wills. He knew a high-priced piece of ass when he saw one, I guess.