A cheer went up and Connie jerked her head, looking toward the center of the ring. She straightened herself, pushing away from Matt and pulling her cum-dripping hand off the Mexican youth's cock. At first she stared in shock, then she started to scream. Matt clapped his hand over her mouth, holding her from behind and telling her to calm down. She chewed his fingers, her chest heaving.

That was her son up there! That was Billy!

Billy appeared to have lost his mind. He'd stumbled to the middle of the circle, his jeans around his ankles, his white young body looking more naked than naked, his cock jutting from his loins like a club. As the hound was dragged off the girl, Billy took the dog's place, gripping the Mexican girl at the waist just as the hound had, sliding his adolescent prick into her young cunt and fucking her frantically.

The crowd screamed as if cheering on a matador. One of the Mexican attendants moved toward Billy.

Connie screamed into Matt's palm as the riding crop licked across Billy's white back, leaving a thin red welt.

Billy winced but continued to hump, fucking his big teenaged cock in the young girl's jism-greased pussyhole. His skinny ass dimpled with each fuck-thrust. His fingers sank deeper into the girl's skin and his tongue hung out, dripping.

The Mexican switched him again with the crop, then again.

Billy chewed his lips, trying to ignore the whip. The muscles of his skinny body rippled as he fucked the girl's beautiful brown ass. His back, beaded with sweat, was crisscrossed with welts and he was trembling all over. As the crop stung his skin again, he hunched over the girl and chewed on her shoulder. His ass jerked and he moaned loudly, his half-changed voice cracking and going from low-pitched to boyishly high-pitched. The Mexican flung down his riding crop, grabbed Billy by his blond hair, and yanked.