Sharing similar tastes, no one was shy or reluctant to reveal their randy response. A man in a cowboy hat hooted, rocking up and down as if he were riding a bucking bronco, one fist clenched on his prick.

As his cum squirted out, he snatched his Stetson off and waved it triumphantly above his head. A farmer wearing bibbed denim overalls bent over his cock as if he were plowing a furrow with his prick – and then fertilizing that furrow with his seminal seed. A lean, wiry veteran wearing faded battle dress unleashed a barrage from his hand-held howitzer, his jism looping through a long trajectory and splattering on the edge of the stage.

Then Maria saw that one of the spectators – a slender young man who looked rather delicate – was more modest than most. He was frigging away as vigorously as anyone else, but doing it with his hand inside his raincoat.

Maria would have been amused and intrigued had she realized that the young man was actually a girl, and that it was a cunt being caressed in concealment. The woman, a confirmed exhibitionist, would have been delighted to know she had a female fan.

Belinda, too, was casting her eyes around the ring of aroused spectators as she fingered her cunt, enjoying the exciting sight of all those masturbating men – although she was thinking that it was a dreadful waste of jism. She sighed wistfully, again figuring that it was a shame that she was accompanied and inhibited by Tom.

Then Belinda looked at the stage again, as Maria commenced her encore.

The donkey was standing off to one side, his prick hanging down, dripping onto the platform and his long ears drooping as if in postcoital sadness.

Juanita had moved toward him to lead him off, but then paused when she realized that Maria was not yet through performing.

Maria parted her lusty thighs wide. Her thick, black-bushed cunt gaped open, her pink cunt-slot flooded with donkey fuck-juice, her whole crotch drenched and slathered. Her clit was floating in slime.