David Crane: Mom_s donkey urge

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 cockstalk, 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 tastebuds, 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 leaned 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.

Her mouth had been like a cunt before. Now her cunt was like a mouth. Her pussylips began to suck on his cockhead and her stiff clit rubbed against his cockmeat like a tongue. He grunted and held steady. Her pussy was pulling him deeper, working like a suction pump on his prickmeat. 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 prickmeat 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 cockstalk. 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 prickmeat 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 prick, 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 cuntslot, a swollen hunk of dark purple meat throbbing in her creamy slime hole. Her clit jerked against his prickmeat. 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 prick 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.