David Crane
Mom_s donkey urge
CHAPTER ONE
Buck lay curled on the floor in the corner of the rustic cabin, panting slightly, his long, red tongue lolling out from the side of his jaw. The big black-and-tan hound looked exhausted, and it was obviously not from chasing rabbits – because his cock and balls had evidently just been drained. His balls were shrunken between his hind legs and his long prick hung along the floor in a soft coil of meat. The tip of his slick red cockhead still nudged out from the shaggy cocksheath, and the naked red prick was streaked with lashings of cum. A gossamer thread of glistening jism connected his open pisshole to a little slippery pool of slime on the floorboards.
His prick was still in the process of diminishing, the stalk rippling as it softened and the shiny knob slowly retreating back into the hairy cocksheath, spinning that slimy thread out as it withdrew. The big dog was spent, but not yet sleeping. His eyes were open and one ear was cocked and his wet black nose twitched with mild interest. Buck was finished, himself, but he was still paying attention to the continuing activity on the bunk bed across the room, where Old Blue was taking his turn fucking the woman.
The steady drumming sound of an ax came from behind the cabin, and Michelle Warden knew that as long as that sound continued it meant that her husband was still chopping firewood and that there was no danger that he might walk in and catch her doing what she so dearly loved to do – getting her ass fucked off by the hounds.
She had taken on Buck first, for no particular reason, since both black-and-tan hounds were equally energetic and enthusiastic and horny. She had gotten down on all fours on the floor and coaxed Buck into mounting her ass and throwing a dynamite fuck up her cunt hole, while Old Blue had pranced around them, yelping, his stiff cock jolting wildly under him as he impatiently waited his turn.
As soon as Buck had unloaded his balls into her, she had pulled his prick out of her pussy and moved to the bed, where she was now – for variety – fucking with Old Blue in a modified missionary position.
Michelle's voluptuous body was sprawled across the bunk, her back deeply arched and her knees raised. Her lush thighs were parted wide around the humping dog and her creamy crotch was thrust upwards, so that her cunt was at just the right angle for the horny hound to pour the prick to her. Her bright-red hair spread across the bed and a blissful smile turned up the corners of her sensual lips.
Old Blue seemed to have fallen into a fucking rhythm with the steady drumming of the ax.
Whack, whack, whack went the ax, as the keen blade shattered the logs into segments, and each time the chopping sound cracked in the chilled, brisk air, Old Blue fucked his cock into the wanton woman with such vigor that he seemed to be trying to chop her pussy apart.
But Michelle's pliable pussy took all the cock that the big dog could throw into her. The woman simply adored a cuntful of animal prick.
Whimpering like an animal herself, she met the hound's fuck-thrusts with equal vitality and gusto. As the brute pounded his prick into her, she shoved her cunt down to meet him, taking his huge cock balls-deep up her fuck-hole, and as he drew back she twisted her lush hips sideways, winding her pussy around on his retreating cock and adding torque to the in-and-out friction.