David Crane: Mom_s donkey urge

Linda braced herself, her thighs rippling. She gave the donkey's prick a jerk – and her cunt slid back onto Valerie's face. Valerie's tongue shot out, flicking her daughter's clit, then sliding up her cunt slot.

"Oooooh – that's nice, Mom," the girl purred.

She ground her ass about, working her pussy against Valerie's eager mouth. Valerie whimpered as delicious cunt juice soaked her tongue. Her hands rose up and she cupped her daughter around the cheeks of her ass, drawing the girl's pussy tighter to her face. Her head tilted back as if she were draining that hairy goblet to the dregs.

She had been using only her tongue, to begin with. Now Valerie clamped her parted lips to Linda's fuck-slot and began to suck voraciously. Her mouth filled with cum-cream. She gulped and gurgled with the joy of it. Her daughter's pussy was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, and if it was naughty to suck off the girl, it was all the more thrilling because of it. The woman had gone suck crazy. With a cuntful of donkey cock, Valerie was wild with lust.

Her lips were clamped over Linda's cunt slot like a suction cup to a drain. As she mouthed the soaking cunt hole, she tongue-fucked in and out. Linda wriggled and squealed in ecstasy. Her own head bobbed down into Valerie's crotch again and she began to suck on her mother's clit. The donkey's cockshaft pulsed in Linda's lips – and now, as Valerie's cunt hole got even hotter and juicier, that huge meaty plunger finally began to slide in and out!

An inch of cockshaft pulled out of Valerie's pussy, dragging her cuntlips with it. Then another inch, and another. The frantic beast jerked hard and all of his cockrod came out, lathered with her cunt cream. His swollen prick-knob flared in her pussy slot. Linda gasped and tongued the succulent slab, lapping her mother's cunt juice from the donkey's black cockmeat. Then he lunged back in, fucking most of his cock into her. Linda's nimble tongue slid up into her mother's fuck-tunnel alongside the animal's thundering prick. His balls swung in and out like the dewlap of a rutting moose as he fell into the rhythm, pouring the prick into Valerie with gusto. His cockmeat slid across Linda's lips and over her flashing tongue and vanished up her mother's fuck-hole.

"Ooooh – he's fucking you, Mom!" the girl wailed, her words muffled in Valerie's crotch.

But Valerie was well aware of that. She was slamming her ass and hips down to meet the donkey's bestial fuck-lunges and sucking her daughter's pussy voraciously. She didn't know which she enjoyed more. Her tongue was as fiery as her clit now – and Linda's tongue was adding another dimension to the thrill. Valerie held Linda by the ass and tilted her groin up and drank from her flowing cunt. Linda licked up and down the donkey's cockstalk for a moment, then buried her head back into her mother's crotch. Her lips parted wide, clamped to Valerie's pussy like a limpet to a mossy rock.

The donkey pulled his cock out slowly, then fucked back in with a jolt. His cockstalk ran through Linda's open mouth, en-route to her mother's loins. With Valerie's fuck-hole sucking on his prickmeat and the girl's tongue and lips slobbering over him, the beast was going berserk. He was shaking Valerie violently on his cock-thrusts, causing her whole body to shudder and vibrate.

Valerie began to cream.

As her juice poured out around the donkey's plunging prick and overflowed into her daughter's eager mouth, the woman wailed, crazed by desire, her mind seeming to dissolve along with her pussy. Yet some sparks of reality remained. She was aware of the situation.

I'm sixty-nining with my daughter while a donkey fucks my cunt, she thought.

It was hard to believe.

And John Richards, standing open-mouthed in the doorway, found it pretty hard to believe, as well…

After his wife had walked in and found him with his tongue up the French maid's cunt, John Richards had been ashamed and contrite. Since the maid was at the point of coming, it seemed pointless to interrupt such a tasty feast and he had carried on, gulping down her cum cream. But as soon as he was finished, he had gone in search of Valerie to apologize and ask her forgiveness. But Valerie and their daughter were gone.

John checked her closet and finding that only rough-country clothes were missing, he had correctly deduced that she had gone to the cabin. It was a relief, much better than if she'd gone somewhere where she might take revenge by fucking and sucking with some lucky guy, but he was still worried. The maid, tasty as her cunt was, was only a passing fancy and he didn't want his dear wife to leave him because of his indiscretion. If only Valerie had waited, he felt sure he could have reasoned with her. And the maid was only too willing to absolve her sins by sucking Valerie's pussy – or letting Valerie go down on her, as the case might be.

But now, worried, John couldn't bear to wait around so he decided to hurry out to the cabin and throw himself on Valerie's mercy. So it was that he drove to the small town nearest the cabin, discovered that Valerie and Linda had hired a pack animal, and he had set off on foot up the rough trail. He was confident that he could reason with Valerie and certainly hoped so – not least because, having eaten out the maid's sweet pussy without getting his own rocks off, he was horny as hell.

Entering the cabin, he found signs that his wife had been there, but neither she nor his daughter was around. He pondered the situation, wondering where they might be – and then he heard the braying and the snorting of the donkey out in the shed. Naturally, he went to investigate.

And John came upon a startling scene.

For some minutes, the bemused fellow just stood in the doorway, his eyes glued to the sight, feeling as if his eyeballs were being dragged right out of their sockets – and his cock was threatening to fly right off his crotch, too, like a meaty heat-seeking missile.

Was he angry? Hurt? Shocked? The man couldn't tell – because he was so horny that he could feel no other emotion. He felt dizzy and light-headed. So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that his brain was starved for oxygen. The scene was burned into his mind in all the juicy details.

There was his beloved wife, her voluptuous body bridged under a donkey – with that donkey's gigantic cock pounding in and out of her gaping fuck-hole. That, in itself, was startling.

But kneeling over his wife was his nubile teenaged daughter, firmly mounted in the position of inverted love. He saw Valerie's tongue flash up Linda's pussy and, tilting his head to one side, saw the girl's mouth working voraciously on donkey prick and pussy. Being a devout cunt-lapper, himself, John well understood the attraction involved – but was naturally amazed by the relationship. His eyes drank it in and his mind floated in the lewd image. Bestiality and incestuous lesbianism confronted in one cluster!

Then the tormented man grinned. He stepped closer. Preoccupied, neither his wife nor daughter were aware of his appearance and, although the donkey saw him, the dumb brute didn't give a damn. Closer still, he moved. There was a rushing of blood in his ears and, through that sound, he heard the donkey's cock hiss up his wife's cunt, and he heard the moist slurping sounds as they slobbered into each other's cunts. One thing was crystal clear in John's mind. No matter what he did, he was not going to corrupt them any further than they were already corrupted.

Having a wife and daughter who fucked and sucked with animals – and with each other – gave a man a lot of liberty.

John opened his fly and hauled his cock and balls out as he slowly advanced. He was quivering violently on the end of his rock-hard prick. He stood behind his daughter. His stiff cock loomed out over her jerking ass like a torch.