Spurt by spurt, the burro drained his mighty balls. Those swollen bags began to deflate as they emptied and his humping became jerky and erratic, slowing down.

At last, he ground to a halt.

Maria, more insatiable than the beast, continued to grind her cunt up and down on his prick. The donkey stood with his head lowered, ears drooping, feet widespread on the platform and hindquarters quivering as his female costar pumped out the last spasms of her own coming on his cock. She coiled and uncoiled like a spring, her cunt slurping as she slid it up and down on his spent cock.

The burro's cock began to soften and shrink, retracting back into his loins. As his cock lost its tension, that long cock began to dip, bending under Maria's weight, and shrink, so that they were no longer stuck together so tightly. As his prick angled down, Maria slowly slid from it, dropping off the end.

His cock-knob popped from her cunt like a cork from a bottle and Maria sank down onto the platform, shuddering deliciously in the blissful aftermath of her climax.

The audience was appreciative.

They desired an encore…

CHAPTER THREE

The spectators cheered the performance. One or two men threw their hats into the air and several were stamping their feet. No one clapped, but that was understandable – a man can't very well clap with one hand, and most of them were industriously pulling their pricks.

Maria looked around, sniffing, basking in the glow of that audience appreciation, loving their acclaim as much as she loved the donkey's cock.

She nodded her head as if, sprawled out on her back, she were acknowledging their response with a horizontal bow, a prone curtain call.