Mom’s Donkey Urge 2

By David Crane
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Mom’s Donkey Urge 1

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Chapter 2

Dick Warden worked for the conservation department as a game warden and firewatcher, and he and his wife lived year around in the rustic cabin. It suited Dick because he was a woodsman who hated the social life of the city, and it suited Michelle since she had plenty of opportunities to fuck the hounds while Dick was working. Had they lived in the city, she would probably have fucked many men, being promiscuous by her nature, but she preferred dog cock. Besides, she had convinced herself that by fucking animals she wasn’t actually committing adultery or cheating on her husband, whom she loved, in her own peculiar fashion — mainly because he had a whopper of a cock and balls to match.

Besides, bestiality was frowned on in urban areas, and Michelle deeply appreciated the privacy of the mountain cabin, where there was no one around to hear the loud, howling fucks, she so greatly cherished.

She had no idea that Dick was well aware of her naughty inclinations, knowing that his wife was a dog-fucker — and not minding, at all. If anything, he approved. However, Michelle believed that she had always been most discreet and that no one would ever know about it.

One thing was certain. The dogs weren’t going to tell.

The Warden’s cabin was isolated at the end of a rough, rutted track that only a four-wheel-drive vehicle could manage to negotiate — and only then when the weather permitted such traffic at certain times of the year.

However, the place wasn’t totally isolated, and for a few weeks a year, they had neighbors. Just down that broken trail, there was another newer and far more well-appointed cabin, which the Richards’, a well-to-do family, used for their summer vacations. City folk, they welcomed the chance to get back to nature for a while — although they brought frozen foods and portable TVs and such things with them while believing that they were roughing it and suffering hardships.

Now, however, two members of the Richards family were actually roughing it. Up that rough track came Valerie and her daughter, Linda, on foot and leading a pack animal. Valerie was a shapely, sexy blonde in her mid-thirties, tall, slim, and elegant. Linda was a nubile teenager with bouncy tits and a trim little heart-shaped ass.

The pack animal that they had hired just happened to be a jackass — with a huge prick.

Valerie was headed for the cabin, out of season, to give herself time to ponder an important decision and to get away from her husband, about whom that decision had to be made. She was hurt, angry, and determined.

Unable to rent a Jeep in the nearest town, she had been so firm in her resolve to reach the cabin that she had rented the donkey, much to her daughter’s dismay. Neither of them knew a damned thing about taking care of a donkey…

The reason for this impulsive journey was that this morning Valerie had walked into the maid’s room without knocking and discovered her husband eating the maid’s pussy. The cute little French maid, in her frilly cap and lace-trimmed dress, dark silk stockings and black garter belt, had been perched on the edge of her bed.

John had been kneeling on the floor, his handsome face busily working on her bushy cunt.

The maid had cried out in alarm.

John had raised his head in surprise, cunt juice dripping from his jaw.

Valerie had just stood there, stunned speechless by the unexpected encounter.

Then, to make matters worse, John had given her a sheepish shrug — and buried his face in the maid’s soaking pussy again! It was understandable. The sexy maid had just started to cream, and since he had already been caught, he had figured he might as well enjoy the fruits of his misbehavior. He’d gobbled merrily away, the maid’s pussy had melted in his mouth, and Valerie had been a very annoyed woman. She had stormed out, leaving him to his cunt lapping, wanting time to consider how to deal with his infidelity.

She had insisted that Linda come with her, despite the girl’s protests, not wanting to leave the impressionable young girl to be corrupted by her father’s lack of morals. Linda didn’t want to come. She had an eye for the boys and wanted to stay in the city, expecting to be bored silly at the mountain cabin. What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.

Nevertheless, her mother had been adamant, and Linda had had to accompany her, and now, as they walked up the trail, the girl was already starting to feel randy. Expectations of frustration had prematurely brought frustration to her loins. She was looking forward to arriving and relieving her smoldering pussy by a hand-job, for want of better attention.

Valerie, too, was feeling horny. She couldn’t stop thinking about her husband’s tongue flashing up the maid’s soaking cunt and, although the memory infuriated her, it was making her pussy hot and creamy.

Like her daughter, Valerie was eager to get to the end of the trail and get her hands on her cunt…

Thus, it was that two pussies were steaming very fragrantly in the brisk mountain air as the mother and daughter led the donkey up the broken path. That was why their donkey began to get excited as he scented that musky aroma.

Valerie was leading the brute by a rope around his neck. She had been worried about this, having heard that donkeys were often stubborn and refused to be led. However, the beast was following her willingly.

No carrot held before the donkey’s snout had ever been more persuasive than the smell of hot pussy steaming between Valerie’s shapely thighs.

As he moved, his head turned, soft nostrils flaring. Linda was walking beside him, and the horny animal was getting a good whiff of her pussy as well. His balls expanded, swelling up like melons between his hind legs. The hairy gray sheath pulled slowly back, and his black cockhead came sliding out in a huge slab of slick meat, flaring out in a wide wedge, glossy as a lump of obsidian. His cock hung down, at first, flopping from side to side as he walked. It reeled out; dangling longer and longer until it almost scraped the ground. Then, his massive prick began to swell, thickening and hardening, and stiffening, until finally, it jerked up to the horizontal under his belly.

Linda heard the beast snort and glanced sideways at him. Her eyes widened in awe. She was staring at the biggest cock she had ever seen — or even imagined. His cock-knob was extended to his brawny chest and the thick stalk sprouted out from balls as big as balloons.

The girl blushed and looked quickly away.

However, her gaze was drawn back to that colossal cock like an iron filing to a magnet. Intent on his prick, she stumbled on a gnarled root and had to place her hand on the donkey’s hairy haunches to catch her balance. She felt his muscular body ripples under her hand — and saw his cock ripple too.

Glancing at her mother to make sure that the woman was not looking back, Linda started to slide her hand down under the jackass, her fingers and palm tingling for a feel of the throbbing donkey cock. However, as the brute felt her hand slide toward his pounding prick, he planted his feet firmly and halted, waiting for her touch. Valerie was jerked up smartly on the rope. She turned back to see what had caused the pack animal to stop so abruptly.

Linda drew her hand away just in time, stepping away from the beast and looking as innocent and demure as she could, considering how guilty — and randy — she felt. She was flushed with excitement but guessed that the flush could be attributed to the efforts of walking up the rough trail. Her mother didn’t notice the girl’s attitude, anyhow.

Valerie was staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the donkey’s prick.

She was standing directly in front of the animal. His feet were spread wide and firmly planted, and Valerie found herself gaping right at the swollen head of his cock. The huge slab of dark cock meat was extended to his chest, almost protruding out from between his front legs. It was pulsing in and out, like an inhaling lung and his piss hole was parted and bubbling with traces of pre-cum. She looked down the incredible length of his cock rod, as if gazing down the barrel of a cannon, and saw that his balls were as big as melons, swollen with a massive cum-load.

For a few long moments, the woman’s eyes were glued upon the animal’s mighty fucker. Then, suddenly realizing that her daughter was present, she forced herself to look away. Valerie was blushing furiously, and Linda was still flushed. Both felt embarrassed by the donkey’s hard-on, and each felt responsible, believing it was the scented fragrance of her own hot cunt that had inspired the brutes’ rampant hard-on.

Turning again, Valerie yanked savagely on the rope and the donkey resisted for a moment, then gave a sort of shrug of the shoulders and moved on after her, again following the sweet scent that was streaming back from her pussy. Valerie felt so hot that she wondered if smoke might not be pouring out from under her swinging ass, hoping her daughter had not noticed her fascination with the donkey’s prick. However, Linda, feeling every bit as horny, herself, was thinking her own thoughts.

A few minutes later, they came to the cabin.

Distracted by desire, mother and daughter began to remove the pack from the donkey’s sturdy back, both of them being very careful to pretend that they had not noticed that the beast had a hard-on. The donkey stood steady, docile above his rampaging prick as if the rest of his body had no connection with his hard-on. However, the huge cock continued to throb as the aroma of steaming cunt assailed him from both sides. He could sense the tension between the two women, as both feigned innocence and ignorance, but being only a dumb animal, he didn’t understand the reason for it. The donkey didn’t know that bestiality was taboo and, anyhow, the tension between the females was nothing compared to the tension that was twanging his iron-hard prick. Valerie removed a pack and took it into the cabin. Left alone with the horny animal, Linda struggled against the unholy compulsion to touch his cock. She was tempted to grab a quick feel while her mother was out of sight, but was afraid that once she got her hands on that marvelous fucking engine, she might not be able to let go.

Then Valerie returned, and Linda carried another pack into the cabin, leaving her mother confronted with the same dark desire, wanting to caress the brute’s cock and fighting against the overwhelming urge.

Then the donkey was unloaded.

Well, his brawny back was unloaded, anyhow — his balls were still swollen full.

“What are we gonna do with this donkey?” Linda asked.

“What?” her mother snapped startled — because she had been thinking of some very naughty things that a woman could do with the big brute.

“Where are we gonna keep him, I mean,” Linda explained, blushing again as she realized that her question could easily have been misinterpreted.

“Oh — err — we better put him in the shed out back,” Valerie decided.

She reached out. Her hand seemed to be pulled toward the donkey’s cockhead, dragged by the magnetism of his cock meat. At the last moment, with an effort, she jerked her arms upward and grasped the rope. She swayed, dizzy with desire, as she led the animal around the side of the cabin. He followed her obediently enough.

Linda stared after them. The donkey’s big prick bobbed lewdly as he walked.

Oh, how she wanted to play with his cock!

She wondered if she might get a chance during their stay at the cabin and grinned impishly. Things might not be as boring as she’d feared.

However, at the moment she was desperate to get her rocks off. She needed privacy. She had her own bedroom in the cabin, but Linda knew that she always made a lot of noise when her pussy creamed, and she didn’t want to be inhibited by frigging off with her mother around.

When Valerie, flushed and trembling, returned, Linda said, “I guess I’ll take a walk in the woods, Mom.”

Valerie nodded. Valerie, like her daughter, was eager to finger-fuck herself to a frazzle, and it suited her to have the girl out of the way for a while. Linda turned and strolled off toward the pine forest, trying to move casually, pretending to be looking around at the scenery like any innocent hiker in the woods — but very much aware that her creamy cunt was squishing between her thighs with every stride. She was looking forward eagerly to a furious hand-job in the brisk, wholesome mountain air. That, to Linda, was what getting back to nature was all about…

As soon as her daughter had vanished into the trees, grateful for some time alone with her cunt, Valerie went into the cabin. She didn’t even bother to go up to the bedroom. Standing in the big front room with the stone fireplace and the horned stag heads mounted on the walls, she raised her skirt and cupped a hand over her pussy.

Her cunt felt so hot she thought it might raise blisters on her palm.

She tucked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and slowly tugged them down, her lush ass and flaring hips squirming. She stepped out of the panties. They were so sodden at the crotch band that they seemed to spread out like a puddle on the floor.

Dipping at the knees, Valerie bent down and tilted her belly up. She gazed at her groin, really amazed at how hot she was. She thought that she had never felt so horny in her life before. Her pink cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy blossom, streaked with pearly dew. Her cunt slit had widened into an oval, the darker inner folds exposed, all frothy with her seepage. Her taut clit was standing out like a little rosy log in a swamp. Ribbons of pussy slime trickled down the insides of her thighs.

Valerie was impressed by the state of her own cunt. She touched the tips of her fingers against her slit and felt that taut nugget throb. She slipped her fingers up her open cunt lips, stroking gently. The folds rippled, and more cunt juice oozed onto her hand. She began rubbing her pussy slot with both hands, intending to frig off right where she was, standing beside the stone fireplace. However, her legs were trembling violently. She thought she might collapse.

She moved unsteadily to the nearest chair and sat down, her firm ass perched on edge and her long legs parted, extended to the floor. A pool of pussy juice instantly spread out on the leather seat under her ass. Not touching herself for the moment, she craned her graceful neck, her blonde head tilting down. She was desperate to cream, yet she was delaying it, lingering over the preliminaries. She knew that her orgasm was going to be dynamic today and the horny woman was savoring the anticipation.

Bending lower, she blew into her groin.

Her clit flared, and her fuck-slot seemed to ignite, as if she had blown her breath onto a smoldering ember, fanning it to flames. She could feel the intense heat of her cunt waft up into her face. Her nose twitched as her own tangy fragrance drifted up to her. No wonder the donkey had gotten excited, she thought, sniffing.

She leaned over her lap. Her tongue slid slowly back and forth across her lower lip. Frothy saliva bubbled in her mouth. Valerie wished that she were limber enough to go down on herself. Her cunt looked so delicious that her tongue felt almost as hot as her clit. How wonderful it would be to be able to eat her own cunt out, to cream on her own fluttering tongue. What a fucking thrill it would be to have her own steaming cum cream flood into her mouth, to have the simultaneous joy of coming and drinking cunt juice out of her own pussy! The thought drove her wild — and frustrated her, too, because she knew she couldn’t manage it.

She had tried often enough.

Leaning back again, panting, Valerie began to run her hands up the hot, moist flesh of her inner thighs, stopping the caress just short of her cunt. Her ass churned on the leather seat, and her belly pumped. She placed one hand over her curly cunt mound, the fingers trailing down and just lightly brushing against her clit.

She bunched all four fingers of her other hand together into a phallic bundle and began to shove them slowly and steadily up her fuck-hole. Her clit rippled violently, and her cunt hole foamed heavily, lathering her crotch.

Valerie shuddered and moaned. She finger-fucked her pussy hole with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, her loins jerking and undulating.

She knew she was going to have to cream more than once before she was satisfied today.

Her eyes closed. She remembered her husband’s head, buried in the maid’s crotch as he hungrily sucked her off. Jealousy sparked her lust. Her hands moved faster, working towards the first creamy climax. Her fevered mind was as hot as her cunt, images, and fantasies dancing wildly through her thoughts. She was trying to concentrate on remembering John and the maid, but images of the donkey’s huge cock kept coming into her mind. It was unwholesome to think about animal pricks while she frigged off, she knew — but it was so fucking exciting!

A rippling wave shot through her belly. Gasping, she shoved all four fingers knuckle-deep up her cunt hole, twisting them around inside the soaking tunnel as she frigged her clit furiously with her other hand.

The peak hit her abruptly.

One instant she was hovering just before the crest and then she was there, her cunt erupted like a volcano.

Wave after wave-lashed through her and spasm after spasm shook her loins as she clung to the peak, her coming prolonged. She felt as if her whole body was melting, her nerves sparking in a million separate climaxes, her bloodstream filled with cunt juice, her mind exploding.

She bowed down, and then arched back, frigging steadily away, milking her cunt off ecstatically as the peaks rushed through her in a chain reaction. Pussy nectar foamed in her crotch and streamed down her legs. Her clit detonated again and again, and each time that it did so, it set off a creamy explosion in the depths of her fuck-hole.

A last wild spasm rattled her and Valerie gasped and slid back in the chair, smiling. Her hands continued to move, making sure she had worked off every pulsing thrill. Her excitement ebbed slightly. However, as she continued to rub her pussy, her clit began to tighten again. With scarcely a pause, the oversexed woman was working herself back up towards a second coming.

She hoped Linda took a long, long walk.

Valerie wanted to frig her cunt for hours.

Then the donkey brayed.

As Valerie creamed, the fragrance of her cunt got hotter, tangier, and muskier. Her cunt juice turned to cum cream, and the spicy aroma filled the mountain cabin, seeped from the walls, and drifted out to the shed at the back, where the donkey stood, his prick still pounding. His soft, moist nostrils twitched and flared. As the scent registered, his cock pounded like a jackhammer, and his enormous balls rolled between his hind legs.

He snorted and brayed in desperation.

Valerie heard the beast’s plaintive cry. Her hands shoved into her groin. She remembered how huge, hard, and hot that beast’s prick had been — and, no doubt still was. The memory inspired her anew, and she began rubbing her cunt furiously, spreading the wet cunt lips open and fingering her inner folds. Her clit jumped out, tingling. Frothy rivulets of cunt juice spiraled down the inner rings of her fuck tunnel and spilled from out her fiery pussy slot.

Again, that mournful wail from the beast in the shed is heard.

Again, her hand slowed.

If it was thrilling to frig herself while thinking about the donkey’s cock and balls, how much more thrilling would it be to be looking at his cock while she creamed! She shook her head, her mind clouded by desire. The image tumbled but remained. It was as if the vision of the dumb brute’s prick had been branded into her brain. She frowned, ashamed of her unholy fantasies. However, shame was a feeble emotion, easily melted in the heat of lust. Valerie smiled, her mind made up.

She would go out to the shed and feast her eyes on the donkey’s cock and balls while she finger-fucked her pussy to another dynamic climax.

It wasn’t really wicked, she assured herself. Looking at him was not much naughtier than thinking about him — and that was certainly all that she intended to do. To her credit, Valerie really believed that. In case there were any doubts in her mind, she actually said it aloud.

“I’ll just look at his cock,” she said.

Then, as if reassured, she nodded.

She was no pervert. She was not depraved. She would never actually do anything with an animal… she thought.

To be continued…

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