David Crane: Donkey raped daughter

But in the process she was accidentally rubbing her throbbing clit with the heel of her hand and the horny girl began to tremble. She watched her pussy slot fill up with another wash of cunt juice. She was wondering if she should give herself a hand-job. She did that sometimes, when her husband was not home to fuck her. It wasn't as good as cock or tongue, certainly, but it was better than nothing – and at the moment she had got herself worked up to a state where she truly needed something in her pussy.

If she left her pussy untended, the damned thing was going to be squashing like a sponge between her legs when she walked. Worse, she was likely to soak the crotchband of her panties and be embarrassed to find a dark, wet patch spreading out in the 'V' of her tight western jeans. Veronica might notice and laugh at her.

Linda decided that a hand-job was definitely in order.

She thought about stretching out on the bed, then decided to do it in front of the mirror so that she could watch herself when she came. She was smiling in happy anticipation. She began playing with her tits and rubbing her nipples as a prelude to the culmination of finger-fucking. The nipples came out like bullets against her palms. She was standing so close to the looking glass now that when she pushed her belly out, rolling her pelvis, her mound of curly blonde cunt hair rubbed against the glass.

It was like – like rubbing against another woman, she thought. Linda had never had a lesbian experience but she had thought about it quite frequently, mainly through curiosity. What would it be like to go to bed with another woman? She had an idea that it might be very nice – especially if that woman were as beautiful as she was. She wouldn't want some ugly old dyke who looked like a man, no flat-chested, short-haired girl with tattoos on her biceps. No, if she were ever to make love with a girl, it would have to be a feminine, sexy girl.

A girl just like herself.

Or – like Veronica Watson?

That thought caused Linda to tremble.

She had often seen Veronica naked, of course, for they had fucked and sucked side by side, and during those frenzied affairs Linda had often wanted to touch the other woman, to hold her and kiss her and caress her. She had an idea that Veronica might have felt the same way, too. They had looked at each other with a certain naughty speculation, a longing for contact. But it had never happened.

Linda sighed.

It probably never would.

It was one of those things where the time and the place had to be just right. And one of them would have to make the suggestion and the first advance. That was the stumbling block – not being sure how Veronica might react if Linda were to touch her intimately. Maybe someday, when they were both drunk? Well, it was all just idle fantasizing and at the moment Linda had other things to think about as she prepared to finger-fuck herself.

She thought about donkey cock.

Her hands moved down. She cupped her crotch in one hand and traced up her parted cunt lips with her fingers, brushing over her vibrant clit at the top of the stroke. She slid her other hand into her crotch from the back, under her ass. She pushed a stiff finger up her fuck-hole and her cunt sucked greedily on the finger. She began using two fingers, then three, finger-fucking in and out of her pussy while her other hand began a steady rubbing on her clit.

Her cunt juice began to flow heavily.

Her palm filled with a pool of the slippery stuff. Pussy juice slid down her fingers and dripped from the edges of her stroking hand. She was panting, her fat tits heaving with the labor of her breath. The looking glass was clouding over as she panted against it. Through the mist she saw her face, contorted by a mask of pure lust.

The thrill began to race across her belly.

Electric spasms coursed up her trembling thighs.

The separate waves of rising lust met in her cunt. She felt as if her pussy was going to ignite, suddenly bursting into flames from the heat of her approaching orgasm.

She cried out.

"Oh!" she wailed. Then, longer and drawn out: "Ooooooh!"

Her cunt melted.

The sexy girl shuddered through wave after wave of ecstasy and her cunt flowed with the juices of her fuck-lust. She continued to work on her cunt and clit with both hands until she was sure that she had worked off every lovely spasm.

She smiled at her misted reflection.

Then she did a very naughty thing.

Her hand was soaking with cunt juice, and she lifted it to her lips and licked. She let the hot pussy juice run over her tongue for a moment, then swallowed it. She felt deliciously depraved. Cunt juice was delicious stuff. She thought about how tasty it would be if she were to tongue it right out of a woman's cunt!

But Linda didn't guess that was going to happen.

It was just something that was fun to think about.

Like donkey-cock.

Linda toweled her crotch dry and got dressed. She wore a faded plaid shirt and a pair of very tight jeans. She had to lie down on the bed in order to haul the jeans over her hips, tugging with both hands while she hiked her ass up, squirming. The blue denim was molded to her heart-shaped ass and dragged into a 'V' at her groin. She pulled on a pair of expensively tooled cowboy boots and topped her garb with a Stetson hat. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled, satisfied. She undid another button on the fashionably faded shirt, so that quite a bit of cleavage showed and – if she happened to bend down just right – there was a chance that a nipple might slip into sight, for she wore no bra.

She left to visit Veronica.

Her cunt had been cooled down by the hand-job she'd given herself and she was no longer so desperately horny. She didn't expect anything thrilling to take place that day. She was just eager to show Veronica the letter from Hank and to talk about the donkey show.

But Veronica was very horny this morning.

The post had come and Veronica had not received a letter from Billy, and she was annoyed. She wondered if Linda had heard from Hank. She wondered what the two men were up to in the evenings. They had been gone for two weeks now, and she knew she shouldn't complain since it was, after all, a business trip. But the fact remained that Veronica had been too long without a fuck.

She returned from the mailbox and threw the letters – mostly bills from shopping trips – down on the table. She considered telephoning Linda. But if Linda had gotten a letter, while Veronica hadn't, it was going to make her more annoyed. Maybe it was better not to inquire. Still, maybe Linda would feel like going into town, shopping or – or was Linda feeling horny, too? Would she maybe be willing to go out to some cocktail lounge and get picked up by a couple of men? It would be lots of fun to fuck again, side by side, as they had in their schooldays.

She telephoned Linda.

There was no reply, for Linda had just left the house on her way to visit Veronica.

Not knowing that, Veronica felt more frustrated. She didn't want to go out on a solo manhunt. She wasn't really sure that she wanted to commit adultery, actually, but she knew that it would be easier if Linda were to do it at the same time. Sharing the guilt for their actions would diminish that guilt.

So how should she spend the morning?

She wondered if she should try out her new vibrator. It was a big, phallic-shaped tool that hummed merrily away and looked as if it could give a hot cunt a good going over. She had bought it two days ago but hadn't gotten around to trying it on her pussy yet. In fact, when she went to bed the night before, she had had every intention of fucking herself to a frazzle, but she had forgotten to bring the tool with her. She had started rubbing her pussy and it felt pretty good, and she was comfortable in the big bed. The thought of disrupting her comfort and her finger-fucking wasn't very attractive. It wasn't worth it. So she had continued to finger-fuck her bushy cunt and creamed and gone to sleep.