David Crane: Mom_s donkey urge

"Oh!" she gasped. "Fucking hell!"

She pulled her cuntlips open even wider and dragged the elastic folds up onto the donkey's muzzle, rolling her cunt onto his snout like a rubber onto a cock.

The brute snorted up her pussy, then inhaled her fragrance, his nose flaring in her cuntslot. His tongue slid out tentatively, as if the dumb animal was uncertain, not sure what to do. He was familiar with the scent of hot cunt, of course. He was an amorous donkey and he had fucked more than his share of sexy jennies in his day. But he had never had a human cunt pressed to his muzzle before, and he was confused.

But his bestial instincts took over. He lapped at her cuntlips, slurped into her slot, then stabbed his long tongue right up into her fuck-hole. Valerie wailed. That meaty lapper was so fucking big that it was stuffing her cunt as full and as deep as the average prick!

She swayed against his muzzle, trembling all through her voluptuous body and moaning with the pure joy of his caress. Her ass heaved and her belly pumped. She no longer needed her hands to spread her cunt open and she reached and held the animal's head, pulling him into her groin. The donkey needed no such encouragement, however. He was grazing in her groin with gusto.

The donkey was a quick learner. Had he been a Mexican donkey, he would certainly have starred in the burrow show in Tijuana, for his talent was inherent. No longer intimidated by the situation, the beast was shoving his tongue up and down her cunt hole. He was tongue-fucking her, his nimble lapper a match for any stiff prick – well, any human prick, at least.

Holding his head between her open hands, Valerie rubbed her foaming pussy against him. She rose up on her tiptoes, then dipped down again. The brute's head bobbed up and down with her. As cunt juice poured down the insides of her thighs, he ducked down and slurped the ribbons up, then slid higher and lapped cream out of her cunt bush.

She shoved against him, as if she were trying to get his whole head up her fuck-hole. His tongue flashed out, cunt juice streaking the red meat and hanging from the curled edges like strands of pearls.

She rose high on her toes again. The donkey's muzzle slid through her crotch. His tongue curled up into the crack of her ass. It dragged slowly back, slurping from her asshole back into her crotch, pulling through the open slot and flipping up into her golden triangle of cunt hair.

His gray muzzle was drenched with pussy cream and his soft, dark lips were streaked with the delicious stuff. He was slobbering into her fuck slot. His saliva bubbled out and blended with her cunt cream, turning her whole crotch to a swamp.

Valerie drew her hand down his jaw line and grasped his tongue between her fingers and thumb. She began to rub it onto her clit, using the donkey's lapper as if it were a vibrator with which she was masturbating. But no plastic vibrator had given her such a thrill. She still knew that it was wicked to get head from an animal, but that knowledge only increased the thrill of it.

She stuffed his tongue right up into her cunt hole. Her pussy plunged around the questing meat, sucking and pulling and clinging. His tongue throbbed inside her fuck hole, slithering and sliding. He shot his tongue deep, then pulled slowly back out and slurped on her clit.

Valerie started to come. It felt like her climax was starting in her heels and shooting on up her trembling legs, to explode in her pussy.

Her clit detonated and her cunt hole melted. She jerked and thrashed on the donkey's muzzle as the hot cum cream gushed from her cunt slot.

The donkey brayed, his tongue going wild as the flow from her loins flooded his taste buds, all tangy and spicy, as hot and as thick as melted pearls.

Her ass and hips shot in and out and the animal's head went up and down as his tongue delved hungrily into her hairy cunt, lapping her cum juices up as fast as they poured out of her smoldering pussy.

Valerie shook with a spasm, crying out with the joy of it. She vibrated and jolted and staggered, dizzy with the sensation, legs turning to jelly, all her vitality melting in the heat of her dynamic coming.

She was at the peak, clinging there, suspended over the sweet chasm of bliss. The donkey's delving tongue teased another wave of joy from her and he whimpered as the creamy flow teased his tongue, in turn.

Then she cried out with the last rippling spasm. She stepped back on unsteady legs. The donkey's head thrust out after her, his tongue giving her pussy a last slurp. Valerie sank down to her knees, too drained to stand. Through misty eyes, she gazed at the donkey – a look of gratitude for the thrill his tongue had given her. She saw that his jaw and jowls were glistening with her cum juices.

He returned her gaze, his own expression expectant, hopeful. Kneeling, she sank back onto her heels, her big tits heaving as she fought to control her breath. The donkey's flanks were heaving, too. His expression changed. The lids came lower over his big eyes and he looked mournful. She wondered, vaguely, if the horny brute was sorry she had moved away, if his insatiable tongue wanted more of her cunt. She looked down her belly and saw that she was soaking with donkey slobber all over her cunt bush, crotch and thighs. A few streaks of cunt juice had trickled into the frothy saliva, eluding the beast's avid tongue.

She was wondering if she could come again before Linda returned from her walk. The idea was pleasant and she was sure that the donkey would relish another snack, but she didn't want to risk having the next session interrupted by Linda's return. It would be so frustrating to have to stop before she creamed – and worse, if the girl happened to wander out to the barn and find her mother getting tongued by the beast. Trying to judge how long another orgasm would take, Valerie looked back and forth between her cunt and the donkey's soaking muzzle, as if the compassion – the obvious connection – would help her decide if there was enough time.

But then the donkey tossed his head and sidestepped, turning sideways to her – and letting Valerie look at his prick in profile. While he'd been merrily lapping at her cunt gash, his cock had gotten even bigger! His cock was so huge that it looked like a surrealistic sculpture, some monolith hewn out of gray stone.

Oh, the poor beast, she thought. How selfish of me to let a dumb animal become so excited, to enjoy myself and leave him so frustrated.

Valerie had never in her life been cruel to an animal.

And she wasn't about to start now…

Linda had walked a short distance into the forest, following a narrow path that led to a swift mountain stream. She paused on the bank of the stream, looking around to make sure that she was alone. There was always the slight chance that someone might wander along and that element of danger added to the thrill.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She wore no bra and her plump tits thrust out, the smooth globes rolling together into deep cleavage and the rosy tips standing out like little pink rocket ships waiting to be launched from the aureole pads. She kneaded her tit mounds and pulled at the tingling knobs. They exploded in her fingers. She cupped her hand under the full tits and lifted them, dropping her head at the same time. Her tongue flicked out and the naughty girl began to lick at her nipples and up through her cleavage. She sucked a stiff tit tip into her lips and nursed on it, then switched and sucked on the other.

"Ummmm," she purred, enjoying this foreplay. She was looking forward to a nice long hand-job, intending to make it last as long as she could – although she didn't realize that, hot as she was today, that probably wouldn't be too long. The sight of the donkey's massive prick had really gotten her excited.