At the moment, however, two members of the Richards family were actually roughing it. Up that rough track came Valerie and her daughter, Linda, on foot and leading a pack animal. Valerie was a shapely, sexy blonde in her mid-thirties, tall and slim and elegant. Linda was a nubile teenager with bouncy tits and a trim little heart-shaped ass.
And the pack animal that they had hired just happened to be a jackass – with a huge prick.
Valerie was headed for the cabin, out of season, to give herself time to ponder an important decision and to get away from her husband, about whom that decision had to be made. She was hurt, angry, and determined.
Unable to rent a Jeep in the nearest town, she had been so firm in her resolve to reach the cabin that she had rented the donkey, much to her daughter's dismay. Neither of them knew a damned thing about taking care of a donkey…
The reason for this impulsive journey was that this morning Valerie had walked into the maid's room without knocking and discovered her husband eating the maid's pussy. The cute little French maid, in her frilly cap and lace trimmed dress, dark silk stockings and black garter belt, had been perched on the edge of her bed.
John had been kneeling on the floor, his handsome face busily working on her bushy cunt.
The maid had cried out in alarm.
John had raised his head in surprise, cunt juice dripping from his jaw.
Valerie had just stood there, stunned speechless by the unexpected encounter.
And then, to make matters worse, John had given her a sheepish shrug – and buried his face in the maid's soaking pussy again! It was understandable. The sexy maid had just started to cream and since he had already been caught he had figured he might as well enjoy the fruits of his misbehavior. He'd gobbled merrily away and the maid's pussy had melted in his mouth and Valerie had been a very annoyed woman. She had stormed out, leaving him to his cuntlapping, wanting time to consider how to deal with his infidelity.
She had insisted that Linda come with her, despite the girl's protests, not wanting to leave the impressionable young girl to be corrupted by her father's lack of morals. Linda didn't want to come. She had an eye for the boys and wanted to stay in the city, expecting to be bored silly at the mountain cabin. What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.
But her mother had been adamant and Linda had had to accompany her and now, as they walked up the trail, the girl was already starting to feel randy. Expectations of frustration had prematurely brought frustration to her loins. She was looking forward to arriving and relieving her smoldering pussy by a hand-job, for want of better attention.
Valerie, too, was feeling horny. She couldn't stop thinking about her husband's tongue flashing up the maid's soaking cunt and, although the memory infuriated her, it was also making her pussy hot and creamy.
Like her daughter, Valerie was eager to get to the end of the trail and get her hands on her cunt…
Thus it was that two pussies were steaming very fragrantly in the brisk mountain air as the mother and daughter led the donkey up the broken path. That was why their donkey began to get excited as he scented that musky aroma.
Valerie was leading the brute by a rope around his neck. She had been worried about this, having heard that donkeys were often stubborn and refused to be led. But the beast was following her willingly.
No carrot held before the donkey's snout had ever been more persuasive than the smell of hot pussy steaming between Valerie's shapely thighs.
And as he moved, his head turned, soft nostrils flaring. Linda was walking beside him and the horny animal was getting a good whiff of her pussy as well. His balls expanded, swelling up like melons between his hind legs. The hairy gray sheath pulled slowly back and his black cockhead came sliding out in a huge slab of slick meat, flaring out in a wide wedge, glossy as a lump of obsidian. His cock hung down, at first, flopping from side to side as he walked. It reeled out, dangling longer and longer, until it almost scraped the ground. Then, his massive prick began to swell, thickening and hardening, and stiffening, until finally it jerked up to the horizontal under his belly.
Linda heard the beast snort and glanced sideways at him. Her eyes widened in awe. She was staring at the biggest cock she had ever seen – or even imagined. His cock-knob was extended to his brawny chest and the thick stalk sprouted out from balls as big as balloons.
The girl blushed and looked quickly away.
But her gaze was drawn back to that colossal cock like an iron filing to a magnet. Intent on his prick, she stumbled on a gnarled root and had to place her hand on the donkey's hairy haunches to catch her balance. She felt his muscular body ripple under her hand – and saw his cock ripple too.
Glancing at her mother to make sure that the woman was not looking back, Linda started to slide her hand down under the jackass, her fingers and palm tingling for a feel of the throbbing donkey cock. But as the brute felt her hand slide toward his pounding prick, he planted his feet firmly and halted, waiting for her touch. Valerie was jerked up smartly on the rope. She turned back to see what had caused the pack animal to stop so abruptly.
Linda drew her hand away just in time, stepping away from the beast and looking as innocent and demure as she could, considering how guilty – and randy – she felt. She was flushed with excitement, but guessed that the flush could be attributed to the efforts of walking up the rough trail. Her mother didn't notice the girl's attitude, anyhow.
Valerie was staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the donkey's prick.
She was standing directly in front of the animal. His feet were spread wide and firmly planted, and Valerie found herself gaping right at the swollen head of his cock. The huge slab of dark cockmeat was extended to his chest, almost protruding out from between his front legs. It was pulsing in and out, like an inhaling lung and his pisshole was parted and bubbling with traces of pre-cum. She looked down the incredible length of his cockrod, as if gazing down the barrel of a cannon, and saw that his balls were as big as melons, swollen with a massive cum-load.
For a few long moments, the woman's eyes were glued upon the animal's mighty fucker. Then, suddenly realizing that her daughter was present, she forced herself to look away. Valerie was blushing furiously and Linda was still flushed. Both felt embarrassed by the donkey's hard-on – and each felt responsible, believing it was the scented fragrance of her own hot cunt that had inspired the brute's rampant hard-on.
Turning again, Valerie yanked savagely on the rope and the donkey resisted for a moment, then gave a sort of shrug of the shoulders and moved on after her, again following the sweet scent that was streaming back from her pussy. Valerie felt so hot that she wondered if smoke might not be pouring out from under her swinging ass, hoping her daughter had not noticed her fascination with the donkey's prick. But Linda, feeling every bit as horny, herself, was thinking her own thoughts.
A few minutes later they came to the cabin.
Distracted by desire, mother and daughter began to remove the pack from the donkey's sturdy back, both of them being very careful to pretend that they had not noticed that the beast had a hard-on. The donkey stood steady, docile above his rampaging prick, as if the rest of his body had no connection with his hard-on. But the huge cock continued to throb as the aroma of steaming cunt assailed him from both sides. He could sense the tension between the two women, as both feigned innocence and ignorance, but being only a dumb animal he didn't understand the reason for it. The donkey didn't know that bestiality was taboo and, anyhow, the tension between the females was nothing compared to the tension that was twanging his iron-hard prick.