Mom’s Donkey Urge 3

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Mom’s Donkey Urge 1
Mom’s Donkey Urge 2

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Chapter 3…

Michelle Warden heard her husband’s footsteps on the steps and then moving across the porch, and she wondered why his gait sounded so unsteady. He seemed to be staggering. She hoped he hadn’t driven himself to the point of exhaustion as he chopped the firewood.

Then he entered the cabin, and she saw why his stride had been unsteady. It was anything but exhaustion.

His hard-on was so huge that the fucking thing was almost throwing him off balance. The front of his jeans jutted out with a great, throbbing lump of cockmeat that was threatening to rip right through the fabric of his pants.

He halted just inside the door.

The two well-drained dogs looked up from where they were curled in the corner and wagged their tails feebly in greeting to their master.

He glanced down at them, noticing how slimy the heads of their pricks were and how their hairy cock sheaths were matted with cunt cream. It didn’t bother him at all. He turned his gaze on his wife, and Michelle smiled.

“You got the fucking ax jammed down the front of your pants, or what?” she said, with a certain indelicacy of phrase common to her.

Dick grinned and pulled his zipper down, having some difficulty tugging it over the cock-bulge. His fly gaped open in a wedge, and his cock came leaping out like a heat-seeking guided missile. Michelle’s eyes widened. It was a cock that she knew well but seldom had she seen it this big and hard. The sight caused the core of her fuck-hole to tremble.

He reached in and hauled his balls out, revealing all of his massive meat rack to her gleaming gaze. Jamming his hips forward, he thrust his prick towards her. It was a truly impressive sight. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped slab of swollen purple meat, and his cockshaft was long and thick and gnarled by dark, pulsing veins as fat as Michelle’s finger. At the root of that fleshy tower, his balls were inflated like balloons.

“Ooooh,” Michelle sighed happily.

Michelle was insatiable. Although she had just creamed very nicely on both of the hounds’ cocks, she was eager for a cuntful of human cockmeat now.

He moved toward her, and her eyes crossed as she turned her vision in upon his looming cockhead. His prick was so long that, as he looked at his wife, he seemed to be aiming at her over the tip of his cockhead, as if it were a gunsight. He squinted. His prick-knob pulsed. The dark veins pounded up the underside of his prick, spreading out under his cock-knob.

Buck yelped. Old Blue whimpered. The dumb brutes sensed that there was more action ahead. Like their master, they didn’t object to sharing Michelle between them in a bizarre sort of threesome — and they probably didn’t notice that the man’s cock was even bigger than theirs.

But, although he didn’t mind that his wife was fucking the dogs, Dick didn’t care to have them around when he was taking his own turn up her fuck-hole. He knew how excited the hounds could get and had a fear of suddenly finding himself with an asshole full of dog prick, by mistake.

“Out!” he commanded.

The well-trained hounds got to their feet and moved reluctantly to the door of the cabin. Their semi-hard pricks swung under them as, haunches lowered, they left the room.

Michelle hoped that, if Dick had noticed the state of their pricks, he failed to make the logical connection. But his eyes were on her, ignoring the animals. Then she wondered if he might notice the dog cum on her belly and thighs and become very justifiably suspicious. She figured her husband might object to taking sloppy thirds after his own dogs. She slid her hands inside her robe and moved them around in her crotch. Then, letting the robe fall open, she rubbed one slippery hand on her trim belly and drew the other caressingly up the inside of her thigh. Cunt cream glistened on her hot flesh, camouflaging the incriminating canine cum with her own juices. She leaned back, supported on her elbows. Her legs were apart, her bushy, creamy cunt thrusting upwards.

Dick stepped up to her. Folding his fist around the hilt of his cockshaft, he tugged back, skinning the cock-knob out in a flaring wedge. It was a mouth-watering sight. Michelle leaned forward. Her flaming- red hair tumbled over his belly and thighs.

Her tongue flicked against his cock-knob.

“Ummm — yummy,” she purred.

“Yeah, baby — lick my cock,” he rasped.

That was no hardship. Michelle began to lave all over that succulent slab of purple prick meat. Her tongue was nimble, sliding and slurping around the bulging contours, flicking against the tip, probing gently into his seeping pisshole. Pre-cum seeped onto her tastebuds, whetting her appetite. Her saliva drooled down his cock-stalk as she slobbered heavily on the crown, her head turning from side to side as if pivoting on the end of his fuck-pole.

Dick’s ass tightened and shoved, stabbing his prick up into her face. The cocktip bumped against her lips, then slipped into her mouth as she let her lips part around the hot wedge. With his cockhead buried in her mouth, his long, thick cockshaft stood out between his balls and her lips, like a hollow, tubular pipe linking them together, designed to let his jism flow from balls to mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed in, and she sucked, then puffed out as she blew down on his cockrod. She slobbered heavily on his prick-knob, and her saliva poured down, streaked with thicker lashings of creamy fuck-juice as his pisshole pumped it out. Thick drops ran onto her tongue, and she savored the delicious flavor. Her husband’s jism wasn’t as musky and gamy as the dog’s cock-slime, but it was every bit as tasty, in a slightly more subtle and delicate fashion.

Her flame-colored hair curtained his cock and balls as she nursed on his dripping prick-knob, making little moist whimpering sounds as she savored the feast. Dick grated his teeth and rolled his eyes, his face set tight with lust. Michelle’s head began to bob up and down, feeding more of his cockshaft into her mouth. Her compressed lips collared his cock-stalk, sucking through every inch as she slid up and down on the fat, succulent fucker. Her tongue curled against the underside in a moist, fluttering bridge over which his cockmeat rode triumphantly back into her maw. As she pulled up, she wound her mouth around, twisting her tight lips in a corkscrewing motion.

Dick grunted and humped upwards, fucking into her mouth just as if it were a cunt.

“Umpff,” she gagged as the swollen wedge of his cockhead clogged her gullet.

She had taken almost all of his long prick into her mouth now. His balls were brushing against her trembling chin and her nose nestled in his crotch hair. She was gulping for air but held his prick-knob back in her throat for a moment, then slowly sucked back up his cockrod.

“Ummm,” she purred, her lips pulling up and turning outward around his thick prick as she slurped.
] Dick switched his weight from foot to foot, one hip shooting up, then the other, fucking into her mouth steadily. He placed an open hand behind her neck, holding her face on his prick as he fucked his cock in and out. His balls swung up and slapped her under the chin.

More pre-cum oozed from his pisshole, whetting her appetite as it slid onto her taste buds, and Michelle began to suck harder, more than willing to let him empty his balls into her mouth and swallow his hot cum-load.

The horny woman adored a mouthful of cockmeat followed by a bellyful of cum. Her cunt and her mouth were interchangeable. Her tongue was as hot as her clit. Whimpering, she bobbed up and down on his long, fat prick.

But then Dick pulled his cock out of her lips. The knob came out like a cork. Her lips slapped shut, then parted as she leans after his meat and shot her tongue out, lapping at the retreating cock.

But as much as he loved to have his sexy wife suck him off, Dick was in the mood for cunt today, instead of a blow-job. He knew that the dogs had been fucking her creamy pussy, and in some strange way the idea of following his hounds up her cunthole really turned him on.

Michelle looked up at his face from the tops of her eyes, surprised that he had yanked his tasty cockmeat away from her mouth. She had never had a guy withdraw from her mouth without shooting his wad off before. Her lips parted in an oval, and her tongue fluttered out invitingly as she made a cunt of her mouth.

Dick took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her back along the bunk. If he wanted pussy instead of head, that was fine with Michelle, who derived equal pleasure at both ends. As long as she got a load of fuck-juice pumped into her, she didn’t care what hole got hosed.

She sprawled out, raising her knees and shifting her thighs wide apart. She arched her back, thrusting her juicy cunt mound upward, tilting her groin into the fucking angle. Dick knelt between her legs. Well accustomed to his wife’s voluptuous body, he needed no manual guidance. Taking his weight on his hands and knees, he pushed his hips out, and the head of his cock slipped into her fuck-slot.

Michelle gurgled with joy. Holding only his cock-knob in her soaking slot, he made his cock muscles pulse. The swollen slab throbbed and rippled in her cunthole.

Michelle’s mouth had been like a cunt before. Now her cunt was like a mouth. Her pussy lips began to suck on his cockhead, and her stiff clit rubbed against his cock meat like a tongue. He grunted and held steady. Her pussy was pulling him deeper, working like a suction pump on his prick meat. He wasn’t humping, but her pussy was dragging his prick in by itself.

Her inner muscles rippled, closing in a series of concentric rings, pulling him deeper inch by inch. Dick groaned with the sensation. He felt as if his long prick was being jerked from his body — as if his hard-on extended right back into his guts and those guts were being uncoiled and pulled up into her tight, clutching fuck-hole.

She gasped, feeling that massive hunk of cock plunge into the core of her loins, filling her pussy to the very brim with throbbing cock. Her husband couldn’t fuck with the bestial vitality of a horny hound, but he made up for it by the length of his prick, filling her cunt to depths that the dogs failed to reach.

He held his fucker buried in her for a moment, savoring the thrill of having every inch buried in her steaming, soaking cunt and letting her whimper with the joy of having her hot pussy stuffed to the brim with thundering cockmeat. The certain knowledge that a pair of hard, slimy dog pricks had recently blazed the trail for him only added a new dimension to the lewd thrill her husband felt.

He pumped his cock muscles and his buried prick pulsed inside her pussy.

Michelle responded by rippling her cunt tunnel on his long cock-stalk. Her cuntlips were plastered open around the root of his cockshaft, pulling as if she were trying to suck his stiff prick right out of his loins, to drag it deeper up her fuck-hole, trailing his guts behind.

His hot cockhead felt like a lump of red-hot iron buried deep inside her belly. His pulsating cockshaft felt like a heated crowbar levering and prying at her cunt tunnel.

His prick meat was so fucking hot that Michelle thought he must be scalding the insides of her fuck-hole — and yet her cunt was every bit as hot, like a furnace around his phallic fuel, an oven cooking his meat.

She began to move first. Dick was holding steady, and Michelle pulled her pussy off an inch or two of cock, then shoved back down to the hilt. As she pulled away, her cuntlips slurped from his belly and clamped around his prick like a soft, pliable wringer, working on his cock, milking him, dragging and pulling voraciously.

“Fuck me — fuck me!” she wailed, frantic for him to start pouring the prick to her.

Dick braced his knees and drew out until only his cockhead was in her cunt slot, a swollen hunk of dark purple meat throbbing in her creamy slime hole. Her clit jerked against his prick. He paused, only his cockhead in her pussy, like a purple boulder half buried in a swamp.

Her cuntlips sucked furiously, trying to drag all of his cock back up her fuck-tunnel. Her lush hips worked like pistons and her firm ass churned on the bunk.

“Feed it to me, Dick!” she cried. With only her fuck-slot full, she was desperate to get her cunt hole stuffed. Her belly felt hollow — a void abhorred by her nature. “Pump all that big fucker up me!”

Dick grunted. His ass shifted. He fed her a long, slow, underslung fuck-stroke, his cockmeat rippling all the way up into her smoldering cunt. His cock was buried, and his long cockshaft tilted her ass up from the bunk.

He pulled out, then slammed in again, hiking her ass higher and fucking his prick in at a downward angle, so that every burning inch ran directly across her clit as his cockhead plunged to the depths.

Michelle met him with equal intensity, slamming her raging pussy down to meet his savage fuck-lunges and rolling her hips from side to side on the backstroke. Her cunt hole was sucking and clinging to him so tenaciously that he had to really pull back hard to withdraw his cock.

His cock came out dripping with cunt slime, slippery and steaming in the air. Then it whacked in again, spraying more pussy juice from Michelle’s slot as the tight-fitting plunger filled her pussy.

His balls were sodden with her overflow. Her crotch was lathered with cunt foam. Streamers ran down into the crack of her ass and down her thighs. Thick, pearly drops splashed in her flaming-red cunt triangle, matting the curly jungle of her pussy hair.

Michelle was going wild with the bliss of it. She clamped her ripe thighs around his hips, clinging to him. Her heels hooked behind him, then parted and drummed on his grinding ass.

He fucked steadily, his balls swinging in and bumping against her jerking ass as he buried his cockmeat. More cream oozed from her cunt slot. Dick wondered how much of it was cunt juice and how much was dog jism.

“Gonna come!” she gasped. “Oh, shit — gonna cream — shoot in me, darling — come with me — fill my cunthole with your hot, thick fuckjuice…”

Then he did a remarkable thing.

He pulled his cock out of her.

Michelle cried out in dismay, reaching down to grab his cock and pull it back up her cunt hole, thinking that he had slipped out by accident. The horny woman was hovering just below the heights of sensation, afraid that her pussy would cream before she got his cockmeat back up her.

Dick smiled strangely, amusement twisted by lust. His lips squared back from his teeth, and the smile turned into a bestial grimace.

He grasped his wife by her pneumatic hips and slowly turned her up and over. She flopped like a landed fish in his hands as he rotated her, turning her belly down on the bunk. Then he changed his grip, holding her by the thighs and drawing her back and upwards so that her ass heaved up in front of his loins and the frantic woman rose up onto her knees before him. He was kneeling, too, just behind her. His cock towered up above the curve of her ass, the stalk all slimy with her cunt juice and his cock-knob gleaming at the top like the beacon of a lighthouse above the tower, flashing a warning of the rocky shoals that lurked below, in his balls.

Her head was down, and her ass was up. She had one cheek pressed to the bunk, her long red hair flowing across the mattress like tongues of flame. And that firm, jerking ass was hiked to the highest point of her posture. This was a very familiar position to Michelle. Her fat tits flattened against the bunk as she wriggled her ass around, those shapely thighs tensing and relaxing as the muscles rippled, hiking her sweet ass up and down invitingly.

For a moment, Michelle thought that he was going to fuck her up the shit chute — not that she minded. But his hand slid onto her pussy, spreading her cuntlips and brushing against her trembling clit.

“I’m gonna doggy-fuck you, baby,” Dick rasped, his voice tight with passion.

“Yeah — yeah!” Michelle wailed, yearning to feel that gigantic prick pounding up her fuckhole again.

She jerked back, expecting his fuck-thrust.

“You love to get doggy-fucked, don’t you, Michelle?” he whispered, his tone silken and strange and suggestive, his hands grasping her by the hipbones again.

Michelle gulped, blinking. What did he mean? Holy shit! Was he suspicious? Did he know about the fucking hounds? For a split second her ardor dulled as she felt a surge of guilt. She had a terrible flash of divorce court, with the dogs summoned as co-respondents, their paws placed on the Bible as they took the oath.

She looked back over her shoulder, her gaze searching. But there was no anger in Dick’s face, and she saw the head of his prick towering over her ass. And the sight filled her with such desire that there was no room left for such emotions as worry or guilt.

“Yes! Fuck me like a dog!” she cried.

Dick grinned as if somehow satisfied by her response. He nudged the tip of his cock into her smoldering fuck-slot and rubbed it against her clit, and Michelle wailed with redoubled desire as she jammed back against him.

He grunted, and his hips shot out, his whole hard, lean body vibrant and trembling. He slammed every throbbing inch of his enormous, throbbing cock up into Michelle’s melting fuck-hole from under her ass. His cockmeat slithered in, and his flat belly slapped against the curve of her ass.

His swollen balls flipped into her curly cunt jungle. Michelle reached back between her kneeling thighs and fondled those bloated balls as he held all of his cock up her, grinding it around in the core of her cunt.

Then he began to pour the prick to her with gusto. Michelle squirmed under him, jamming back to meet him, tits swinging and belly pumping. Dick was fucking his prick into her savagely, as energetic as a dog. He was panting and whimpering like a dog, as well.

He fucked in with an underslung stroke that heaved her ass up high, her knees jolting from the bunk. Then he fucked in from above, driving her haunches back down. Michelle was coiling and uncoiling like a carnal spring under him, her sinuous body jerking on his prick.

Dimly, she heard the two hounds whimpering outside the cabin as their sensitive snouts told them all the juicy details of this coupling.

Then she heard nothing but the pounding of her own blood in her ears.

“Creaming!” she screamed.

Dick was with her. His cock swelled up so huge she thought her hipbones were going to jump right out of their sockets around that cunt-stuffing load.

She looked back through the spread cleavage of her swinging tits, expecting to see the outline of his huge cock pressing a furrow up her belly.

He fucked in, filling her with cockmeat and filling her with joy. Her cunt was melting around his fucking prick, flowing so heavily that his prick was splashing as the swollen cockhead slammed into her depths.

“Here it comes, baby!” he gasped.

“Yeah — yeah — drown me in cum!” she cried.

His back arched deeply, head and shoulders flying back as he shoved his prick into the hilt, and Michelle wailed when she felt his boiling fuck-juice hose her pussy.

His balls erupted again, spinning the cum out through his cockshaft and out of his pisshole. The thick jism poured into Michelle’s pussy in a torrent.

Dick fucked in and out steadily, squirting more precious cum into her melting cunt each time he buried his cock back up that creamy gash, relentlessly draining his cum-load into her in foaming hot spurts.

Snatching his balls into her hand again, Michelle squeezed them, as if trying to pump more cum out by the pressure. She tugged his balls down as he pounded into her, fondled them as he whipped back out. His cum flooded into her cunt in a surging tide. Jets of jism splashed up her pussy, ropes of cum spun her cunt tunnel in creamy coils, great geysers of the stuff erupted in the depths.

Each time Michelle felt another spurt of cum burst in her, her insatiable pussy creamed again.

Gasping and panting, Dick slowed down.

Michelle continued to fuck her cunt up and down on his prick as she milked off her coming to the sweet dregs, feeling as if her whole belly had melted on his cockmeat. Emptied, he held his cock up her for a moment. Cum and cunt juice oozed out around the root of his buried cockshaft, frothy and thick and milky white. Her crotch was a morass of fuck-slime.

When he slowly pulled his prick out of her, the long cockrod emerged like a torpedo fired from a submarine. Her cuntlips stretched as her pussy clung to his withdrawing cock. When his prick-knob slipped free, her open, emptied cunt gushed with a frothy flood of their combined cum juices.

Michelle, smiling contentedly, slid belly down across the bunk. She was satisfied, but she kept her thighs apart, just in case he wanted more.

But Dick moved from the bunk. She heard him step back and she heard the dogs still yelping and whimpering. When she turned to look at Dick, she saw that he had stuffed his softening fucker into his pants and was, with difficulty, pulling the zipper up over the prominent cock-bulge.

His lean hips jerked as he jammed his spent, but still impressive, cock and balls into his fly. Michelle slid her hand down and stroked her soaking cunt mound.

“Had enough, darling?” she purred.

Dick grinned and nodded.

“I think that I’d better take Old Blue and Buck out for a walk in the woods,” he said. His eyes were fixed upon her. The dogs were barking and yelping outside. “They haven’t had any exercise all day…” He paused, peering at her poignantly, knowingly. “Have they?”

Michelle blushed faintly and lowered her eyes. Again she wondered if her husband suspected that she was fucking the hounds every chance that she got. But, if he did, he didn’t seem to mind. And if Dick didn’t care, why in hell should she?

She looked up again, smiling back at him impishly. “No, darling — they’ve been cooped up here in the cabin all day long,” she replied.

Dick nodded again, as if somehow he was satisfied by her answer — as if — maybe, she had just made a tacit confession and he had accepted it. Dick turned and walked out.

Michelle got up from the bunk and moved over to the window. She watched her tall, lean husband stroll across the clearing and into the pine trees.

The two hounds were trotting obediently at his heels. They were hunting dogs, and they loved these runs in the forest. Both of them had glanced back towards the cabin, before they vanished, with expressions of doggy wistfulness.

Michelle smiled. But she thought it was too bad that Dick hadn’t taken just one dog on a walk — and left one for her to fuck. She had no idea that anyone else was walking in those woods at the moment.

And the dogs were in for an adventure.

To be continued…

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