David Crane: Mom_s donkey urge

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 cockmeat. 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.

But 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 crotchband 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 cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy blossom, streaked with pearly dew. Her cuntslit 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 cuntlips, 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. But 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 the 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 was wishing that she was 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 pussyhole 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, then arched back, frigging steadily away, milking her cunt off ecstatically as the peaks rushed through her in 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.