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From: redwood@fred.net (Ricy of the Redwood)
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Subject: Story Repost "Jackass Love" (f/donkey)
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and "Animal Farm 2" posts). Any repost requests for missed reposted storys
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From: legba@ix.netcom.com (maluka bizee )
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Subject: Jackass LOVE (F/f/animal)
Date: 8 Nov 1995 02:03:29 GMT
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"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.





