I was still somewhat self-conscious about all this and tried to keep Simon’s cock hidden. But soon, I realized that no one else really cared. With all the activity going on around us, no one even paid any attention to us at all.
I figured this show might go on for hours, so I didn’t want Simon to cum right away. I just rested my hand inside his robe, and we just observed the scene.
“Are they members also?” I whispered and nodded towards the center of the room.
“No, no,” was Simon’s reply, “they are all paid entertainers.”
I was fascinated by the studs sporting cocks of all sizes. I didn’t know just how long these people had been at it already, but the guys had to have “mega-dosed” on Viagra or something to stay erect for so long. The females would every so often change positions or partners. They would link up with whoever happened to be available at the time. There seemed to be no one directing things. The performers just seemed to move from partner to partner at will.
All manner of combinations were featured. Blacks were fucking white women. There was a group of white men gang-fucking a skinny black girl. The women and men also varied, from the most beautiful girls and solidly well-equipped men to what looked like street whores strung out on drugs.
Speaking of drugs, I saw none being openly used, although I would bet some of the participants had to have been on something to continue to fuck for hours like they did. I took a sip from my glass. The liquor was top-shelf, and more was available just for the asking to the members and guests as they desired. I’m not sure how these orgies were arranged. I was never allowed to know. But each was always a thrilling evening of the unexpected. I always wondered if the performers were paid based on their looks or their performances. Obviously, the money was something no one ever wanted to turn down.
The members and their guests remained robed and disguised at all times. The only parts of their bodies visible were when some girl, or in some cases, a guy, would lift their robes to indulge in sex. I never did know where this place was, and I guessed that no one but the members had any idea either.
The black girl with the three men just in front of us had gotten up and found another cock waiting to be mounted. She walked a few feet over to a platform where a guy was sitting with his cock jutting upwards. She just turned around and sat back down on top of him. I was a little surprised because I was pretty sure she had just taken him anally. It wasn’t long before another male approached the pair. She laid back facing upwards, spread her legs, and welcomed a second penetration. The new guy just lunged at her and began hammering away. She eventually began wiggling and moaning as if in a lust-induced trance.
It wasn’t much longer, and a third guy showed up, and it seemed he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth. Her wailing and moaning seemed real enough. I think that he might have been afraid that she might bite him. Her violent shuddering continued. I was very convinced that her orgasms were completely real.
The big guy standing over her had begun stroking his own cock, and he eventually sent a load of cum down across her face. I doubt she was even aware of him before this. As soon as the girl felt the load land across her, she began scraping it up with her fingers. She held up her hand, inspected it, and then licked it clean right down to her finger tips.
I was sort of curious now as to what would happen to that guy, now that he was spent. I kept an eye on him as he eventually left the lit area and headed across the room. He walked to the opposite side of the room. There was a gray-robed staff member standing next to a slit in the black curtain. He parted it, and the guy disappeared behind it. Not a minute passed when another nude male entertainer came through it and entered the room. Other staff people and members were also coming and going through that same curtained opening.
“Where does that lead?” I asked Simon, pointing to the spot.
“The private rooms and the stables,” was his reply.
I stopped short when I realized what he had just said.
“The stables, are you shitting me?”
“Does that mean what I think it does?” I asked.
“Dear, there is something here for all manner of tastes,” was his reply.
“You mean there’s more?” I stammered.
“Would you like the entire tour?” Simon asked.
Really, I thought. You have to ask something like that. Damn straight, I wanted to see it all.
“I think I need another drink first,” I said.
Soon both of our glasses were full again, and Simon got up. We began one last walk around the room. The entertainers were converging on a small, white girl with rather large breasts. One after another, a guy would deposit a load of cum on her tits. She was able to draw her breasts up and lick each one completely clean. I had to watch this for a moment. In a very short time, I watched as three other men fed her their cumloads. Her tongue worked feverishly to capture every drop.
Simon eventually tugged at my arm. We completed the loop around the stage and headed towards the curtain. The ever-attentive staff guy parted it for us, and I walked through first. Ahead was a long hallway, with rooms off to each side. Most had their doors wide open. Inside one, I could see a beautiful, naked girl with several robed members lined up in front of her. She was presently occupied with a cock buried in her mouth, and the others there were waiting their turns.
I wasn’t sure about the protocol, so I didn’t enter, and we continued on. A room to our right had a pair of gay men performing a private show for several robed members seated in leather chairs. We passed several more private rooms where I could hear voices of people; I assumed they all were engaged in private sexual activities. The entire floor of the mansion seemed to be one continuous orgy of sex and depravity.
“The stables?” I questioned Simon as we proceeded.
“Straight ahead,” he said, motioning.
We eventually came to a set of steps and descended into a smaller room. Another staff guy was stationed at the opening on the other side. It looked to be a door to the outside. He held the door for us, and we walked through into another canopied structure. The temperature change was dramatic. We were indeed outside the main house. I became keenly aware of the smell of manure. Grandpa’s farm was a part of our early summertime ritual, so I recognized the odor immediately.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Of course, everyone has heard rumors of the Tijuana donkey shows, but I never knew anyone who had first-hand experience actually seeing one.
A red carpet had been laid out, covering a dirt pathway that led us into a door staffed by a robed man. He only nodded as a polite acknowledgement and held the door for us. Inside, a long center aisle ran the length of the building. The overhead lights had been turned off, and the only visible light was from two rooms up ahead.
A crowd was gathered in front of each. They were all standing with their backs against the doors of the stalls opposite the lit room. The smell and sound of horses were certainly present. An occasional whinny or slam of hooves against a stall door indicated the presence of at least several horses. The animals were probably disturbed by all the people moving around in the darkened stable.
As we approached the first crowd of spectators, I could see that a large clear plastic panel had been placed across the opening of the room; it was framed in black cloth, creating a window of sorts. The room was very brightly lit, and the glare from inside was rather intense.
I remember an embarrassingly loud gasp coming out of my mouth as I first looked into the room. Inside was a young, dark-skinned Latina girl. She was sitting on a low wooden bench in the center of the room. With her was a magnificent stallion with a raging hard-on. The horse was being held just behind her by a naked guy wearing only boots.
The girl was vigorously massaging the horse’s cock. The damn thing was the size of a man’s arm. It was a mix of colors along its length, black at the base changing to an almost flesh color for the middle part, and finally back to black again at the mushroomed head. The tip flared to about the size of an orange. The girl was naked except for a pair of pink sneakers and no socks.
I didn’t notice it right away until the movement caught my eye, but the hindquarters of a mare was visible through a partially open stall door just to the left. The mare’s tail swished and taunted the randy stallion. On the floor, towards the front of the room, were the obvious remains of several previous cum explosions.
There was a large fixture behind and to the left of the girl that I recognized as a breeding phantom. I had seen something similar back on grandpa’s farm as a kid, although I never got to see it used. The stallion began making rapid humping motions in time with the girl’s stroking. The man holding the bridle, on seeing this, immediately led the stud over to the phantom. The stallion threw its front legs onto the fixture and continued thrusting his cock. The Latina girl followed, still hanging on to him. The stallion’s head went down alongside the frame, and he bit into some tattered rags hanging there to get a grip. The girl brought the cock around and continued to jack at it. She positioned herself directly in front of the straining cock.
It started with a couple light sprays, and then a rapid burst of white cum shot out. She just stood in its path and hosed herself down with the torrent. After a direct hit to her midsection, she began using her free hand to deflect most of the rest of the splatter downwards towards her cunt. Pulse after pulse rocketed out, forming a puddle at her feet. She caught some in her hand and began furiously wiping her cunt with it. The majority of the load ran down her legs and into her soaked sneakers. She smiled toward the crowd and seemed pleased with her accomplishment.
As the stud finished, she began gently stroking his flanks. He slowly slid off the frame and struggled to gain his footing. She actually seemed to care about the satisfaction and wellbeing of the stud. I was so enthralled by the debauchery of all this that my own cunt throbbed for relief. I was sort of weak in the knees and knew that only a powerful orgasm could relieve my need.
The crowd, sensing an end to or at least a pause in the performance, started moving down the aisle. The other group was maybe fifty feet farther. I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle another round of this without at least some relief. I wasn’t exactly comfortable enough yet to think of orgasming with others around me, but I knew for sure I would need it very soon. I downed the remainder of my wine glass with one swift gulp just to free up both my hands.
I assumed the performance going on down the aisle was likely to be more of the same. We all sort of moved as one group in that direction. There seemed to be no rush or need to hurry; in fact, everyone was extremely polite as we all made our way. As our group approached, I strained for an early glimpse of what exactly was going on behind the glass. This time, however, I held my hand over my mouth as we approached. I didn’t want everyone there to think I was a complete “newbie.”
“Holy crap,” I muttered silently.
Dogs, multiple dogs, “Oh, my God!”
Two women were on all fours, each with a dog on their back. The dogs were just hammering away. My face flushed with heat instantly, and I had to back up to lean on Simon for support. My hand instantly searched for his, and I brought it up and placed it on my robe just above my breasts. Simon immediately began softly kneading my tits. My own hand found its way between my legs, and I began pressing small little circles on my throbbing clit. I didn’t care if anyone saw me at this point. Besides, everyone’s eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of us. I honestly felt like I couldn’t go on anymore.
The women in the room with the dogs were nowhere near as attractive as the others I had seen. In fact, they appeared to be a couple of down-on-their-luck crack-whores. Their bodies were heavily tattooed, and sores or scars were clearly visible on much of their skin. Maybe they were just really this desperate for the money.
The one woman actually seemed to be in some sort of trance. Maybe she was high on drugs or alcohol, or maybe she was really into it all. A string of saliva hung from her mouth, which she seemed completely unaware of. The dog on her was earnestly stabbing at her backside, causing the drool to swing in time with his thrusts. A guy in the room with them finally walked over and wiped her mouth and brow with a wet towel. She didn’t even seem to acknowledge him doing this, and she just let the dog continue fucking her.
Several other dogs were milling about the room, and I began to wonder just how many of the other dogs had already had a go at these two. The women seemed oblivious to anything; in fact, the dogs were doing all the work. We stood there for a while, watching as one dog after another jumped on, did his business, and then jumped off. That dog was replaced by another, who eagerly awaited his turn. Both women wore old leather jackets to protect their backs and arms from the scratching paws of the larger breeds, but the girl’s unprotected asses were red from all the abuse. As each dog finished, his load just spilled out and puddled on the floor.
Each woman must have already taken on a string of fucks, and the remaining dogs seemed to have no issue jumping on the gravy train to add their seed to the mix. Each dog would sniff curiously at the last dog’s leavings for a moment before mounting.
In the middle of all this activity, a guy walks in the room leading the largest Great Dane I have ever seen. His mouth was muzzled with a wire frame. He strutted around the room like he was the king of them all. His dominant posture sent a clear message to the other animals that he was “top dog.” The smell of dog cum must have alerted him to the opportunity that lay ahead of him. The guy leading the dog trotted him a couple times around the room, keeping him close on the leash. The two dogs that were humping away even dismounted in deference to the “new pack leader.”
Each pass behind the two girls offered a chance for the dog to decide which bitch he would mount. The crowd and I could almost sense the sexual tension. The one woman even “wagged” her ass as a come-on. The Dane’s cock could be seen growing with each pass around the room. The Dane finally lunged at the one drugged-out girl. He buried his head against her back and began a frantic stabbing motion with his hindquarters. His front legs cradled her torso, trapping her. He seemed to locate her sex and plunged his cock deep into her slimy cunt. The force of his entry caused the dazed woman to lurch forward in an effort to soften the attack.
Instantly, the animal began pumping like a machine. I couldn’t really see the penetration, but I think he had to have even gotten his knot up inside her. Sure enough, once he felt the connection was secure, he slid off her back, turned completely around, and stood facing away from her. They were indeed firmly stuck together. The other woman stood up and approached the locked pair, lifting the Dane’s tail to reveal that he had driven his entire organ in completely. The Dane continued to pant excessively as he continued to pump his load into his new bitch.
I had seen enough. Simon had to take me back somewhere and put an end to my need. We left the group while the girl was still being filled with dog sperm. Other couples were still coming and going about the place. As we made our way back, I could see that another group had formed where the Latina girl had previously been performing. When we reached the group, I could see why they had all stopped. The Latina girl was lying on her back on the bench. She was working with another stallion of lesser size. Somehow she had managed to position herself underneath to take on this stud’s cock. From what I could tell, the horse did have a good portion of his cock lodged up inside the girl.
The stallion was stomping his front hooves. His cock was buried solidly in her, and for whatever reason, the girl repeatedly slapped at her lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure exactly why she was doing this. Maybe she just enjoyed the sensation of the impact, or maybe it was for the enjoyment of the horse. The girl’s mouth and her twisted expression revealed her intense lust.
I just had to momentarily stop and watch how this would turn out. After a minute or so of this, the horse could be seen to buck harder. Seconds later, a blast of horse semen literally shot out of the girl’s cunt. White cum spilled to the floor and ran everywhere. The girl’s cunt just couldn’t hold that kind of volume.
The small crowd of onlookers was actually cheering her on. In the middle of this, she pulled the horse’s cock, still spewing from inside her, and waved it about for all to admire. Gobs of his cum were still oozing from it. She caught a handful and began smearing it all over her lower belly. This girl’s show was indeed a big hit with the crowd, and I had no doubt they would reward her well for her performance.
At that point, I was so damn horny that I no longer cared about the people standing around us. My cunt was on fire.
I had seen enough. Simon had to take me somewhere and put an end to my misery. We left the hall and returned to the main orgy stage area. My own body was now screaming for relief. I was weak in the knees, and I knew a powerful orgasm was my only cure. My face was flushed with heat. I had to back up to lean on Simon for support. My hand searched for his hand. I brought it around and put it between my legs.
Simon’s hand massaged my clit as he nibbled at my ear. I honestly felt like I couldn’t go on anymore. I was so damn horny that I didn’t even care about the people around us anymore. My head was now throbbing.
My focus was entirely on Simon. He alone was capable of satisfying me. I think I literally grabbed him and pushed him against one of the walls. I smashed my lips against his and aggressively pressed my body against him. I placed both hands on his shoulders and actually forced him downward. I had him pinned to the wall, and finally he buckled his knees and disappeared into my robe. I heard the Velcro tear and felt his face in my crotch. I remember reaching down and pushing the mask away from his face. My robe covered his entire head anyway. I thrust my hips into his face and pinned his head against the wall behind him.
His nose rubbed against my clit once or twice, and then I felt his probing tongue. He darted his tongue in and around. I know I was groaning and making noise. I remember just a few people alongside us turning to look. I didn’t care!
Being sexed in public like this was the most liberating thing I have ever done, not that they could see anything; it was just the fact that they were there and aware of what was going on. I was so enthralled by all this.
Simon hit my spot, and I felt the most earth-shattering orgasm take control. I know I banged his head against the wall several times as I groaned. Through squinted eyes, I did recall a gentleman just next to us as he gave me an approving smile.
Simon pushed me back enough to stand. He fumbled with the stupid mask long enough to get it back on. The area was very shadowy anyway. But I guess rules are rules. Once he was on his feet, he grabbed me at the waist and just lifted me off the ground. I settled down right on his waiting cock. He plunged into me with one quick push. I gasped a little, and he started pumping me right on the spot. He came in just a few moments. I muffled his groans by holding his head against my neck. The man standing next to us turned to look directly at me again. He gave me a smile and a nod.
Simon and I would continue to attend these events as often as my schedule would allow.