David Crane: Mom_s donkey urge

Faintly, from the direction of the cabin, she heard the donkey bray.

She grinned. She was hoping that she would have a chance to play with the animal's cock and balls sometime during the week. She would have to be careful, of course. It would be really embarrassing if her mother caught her jerking the beast off, she figured – not realizing that her mother, too, was intrigued by donkey cock.

She was trying to imagine what that hunk of cockmeat would feel like, throbbing in her hands. She even shocked herself a bit by wondering what it might taste like. Golly, she thought. That would really be naughty!

She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. The fly gaped open. She began to tug them down. They fit tightly and she had to squirm her sexy ass and nubile hips as she drew them from her loins.

She wore black bikini panties, just a wisp of silk stretched across her pelvis. The crotchband was sodden with the overflow from her fuck-slot, milky streaks soaking through the black material. She pulled the panties down and kicked them from her feet. They tumbled to the ground like a black moth with damp wings. Ribbons of pussy nectar slid down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She didn't think that her cunt had ever been quite so hot and juicy.

She was wondering whether she should sit down, kneel down or finger-fuck herself in a standing position, enjoying a solitary knee trembler. The position didn't really matter much, however. As long as she was thinking about the donkey's huge prick, she knew she was going to cream real good.

She stared down past her tits. Like her mother, Linda had tried to go down on herself. She had sat on the edge of her bed and ducked her head down, falling just short. Then she had lain down and hiked her ass up, her feet rising over her head and her pussy hovering just above her face, so tantalizingly close – and so frustratingly unreachable. She had pushed her tongue out as far as it would reach, managing to lick at her blonde cunt bush, but just failing to reach her clit. Her pussy slot had flooded with cream and a drop of the stuff had dripped onto her tongue and lips. She savored it on her tastebuds, then swallowed it down. Cunt juice was delicious! Oh, how she wished that she could get her head between her legs and clamp her mouth onto her pussy slot and suck herself until she creamed. But she wasn't able to do it and, naturally, she had begun to wonder which of her girlfriends might be interested in getting – and giving – some head.

She thought about that now, standing beside the stream, imagining all the juicy details. Linda was no lesbian, certainly. She loved pricks too much to be a dyke. But that didn't mean she wasn't turned on by the thought of eating pussy. She thought about the French maid, all sweet and sexy in her little black costume. She knew that the maid enjoyed getting head from Daddy – which was why they were at the cabin, in fact – and, being French and all, she would most likely welcome the suggestion. It was surely an exciting idea. Linda imagined what a thrill it would be to have those slim, dark-stockinged thighs clamped around her head and what that tasty French cunt would taste like when it melted in her mouth.

Linda decided that, as soon as they returned to the city, she was simply going to have to seduce the maid. It was almost as thrilling a fantasy as thinking about the donkey's cock – but not quite and, anyhow, the donkey was more available now than the maid was, and the girl's fevered thoughts turned once again to the horny animal.

She began to stroke the damp insides of her thighs, skimming lightly across her pussy at the top of each stroke, building up gradually.

Her cuntlips rippled and parted. Her clit shot out like a bullet. Her heated fragrance poured from her open fuck-slot and drifted on the gentle breeze.

And she heard the hounds howl…

Old Blue and Buck had both had semi-hard cocks when they started their walk, following along at their master's heels. But as they neared the stream, the dogs halted, raising their heads and sniffing at the delightfully scented breeze. They yelped with excitement.

Dick turned to see what was getting the brutes so enthused. He saw that their cocks were getting longer and harder and that their balls were swelling up. It puzzled him. He, too, sniffed at the breeze but, with his limited human senses, failed to detect the aroma of steaming pussy. The only thing that he could think of was that his insatiable wife must be finger-fucking herself, in his absence, and that the hounds had scented her pussy. Yet the dumb brutes were not even looking back toward the cabin.

Then, yelping, both dogs went bounding off into the woods, following the aroma. They were acting like they were on the trail of a rabbit, except that the scent of a bunny had never before given them hard cock.

Curious, Dick began to follow the brutes…

Linda looked up, one hand cupped over her pussy, when she heard the hounds baying and howling. She frowned. Were there wild dogs in these woods? The howling drew closer. Worried, she started to gather up her discarded clothing, thinking that she had better get the hell out of there. Then she heard a thrashing in the underbrush and looked up, startled. The two black-and-tan hounds came leaping from the bushes and splashed across the stream.

It was a terrifying sight. Their fangs were gleaming white and they were slobbering from the jowls. They looked ferocious. Linda hadn't noticed their stiff pricks yet, in her fright, and she thought the brutes were going to attack her. She squealed in terror and began to run. The dogs bounded in pursuit.

Her tanned thighs flashed and her pale ass gleamed as she fled. The hounds were right behind her. She cried out in horror. She could feel their hot breath billowing onto her ass and hear them panting like steam engines. One on either side of the running girl, the brutes kept pace with her for a few strides. Their long red tongues were lolling out.

"Help!" wailed Linda.

The dogs yelped and growled. Their heads thrust out and they lapped at her ass, and she squealed in horror when she felt those hot tongues and anticipated their teeth. Then Old Blue sprang on her.

The big beast jumped up, throwing his front legs around her hips. His weight threw the girl off balance. She took two more running steps, dragging the clinging beast with her, then stumbled and fell to the ground.

Old Blue gripped her firmly and Linda flinched, expecting his fangs to rend her soft flesh, thinking that she was about to be torn apart by wild animals. She threw one arm up to protect her throat, trying to drag herself away from the tenacious brute. She was on her hands and knees – in, as it happened, the dog-fucking position.

"Oh, no!" she sobbed.

As she jerked away, crawling, Old Blue retained his grip, hauling back with his front paws.

He yanked her ass up higher and the girl's head sank to the ground. She sobbed again, in despair, thinking that she was about to be killed. She was too young to die! There were so many things she hadn't experienced in life yet – like sucking pussy and jerking off donkeys – and now she was going to be devoured by savage dogs!

But the dog wasn't biting her.

Her terror ebbed slightly. She frowned, bewildered. Was the brute just being friendly?

Then Old Blue humped.

Holy shit, thought Linda. These fucking dogs ain't hungry. They're horny!

Linda giggled with relief. Old Blue was humping away as he clung to her ass, mounted like a gargoyle on a flying buttress. In his eagerness, he was missing her cunt. The head of his hard prick rebounded from her ass and skimmed up the back of her thigh.

Linda realized that she was in no danger. They weren't going to kill her, it seemed, the dog couldn't even manage to rape her. His big prick was pounding away wildly but he wasn't getting the angle right. All she had to do was wait until the brute lost interest, she reasoned.