THE DONKEY SOLUTION
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Michelle Warden heard her husband's footsteps on the steps and then moving across the porch, and she wondered why his gait sounded so unsteady. He seemed to be staggering. She hoped he hadn't driven himself to the point of exhaustion as he chopped the firewood.
Then he entered the cabin and she saw why his stride had been unsteady. It was anything but exhaustion.
His hard-on was so huge that the fucking thing was almost throwing him off balance. The front of his jeans jutted out with a great, throbbing lump of cockmeat that was threatening to rip right through the fabric of his pants.
He halted just inside the door.
The two well-drained dogs looked up from where they were curled in the corner and wagged their tails feebly in greeting to their master.
He glanced down at them, noticing how slimy the heads of their pricks were and how their hairy cocksheaths were matted with cunt cream. It didn't bother him at all. He turned his gaze on his wife, and Michelle smiled.
"You got the fucking ax jammed down the front of your pants, or what?" she said, with a certain indelicacy of phrase common to her.
Dick grinned and pulled his zipper down, having some difficulty tugging it over the cock-bulge. His fly gaped open in a wedge and his cock came leaping out like a heat-seeking guided missile. Michelle's eyes widened. It was a cock that she knew well but seldom had she seen it this big and hard. The sight caused the core of her fuck-hole to tremble.
He reached in and hauled his balls out, revealing all of his massive meatrack to her gleaming gaze. Jamming his hips forward, he thrust his prick towards her. It was a truly impressive sight. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped slab of swollen purple meat, and his cockshaft was long and thick and gnarled by dark, pulsing veins as fat as Michelle's finger. At the root of that fleshy tower, his balls were inflated like balloons.
"Ooooh," Michelle sighed happily.
Michelle was insatiable. Although she had just creamed very nicely on both of the hounds' cocks, she was eager for a cuntful of human cockmeat now.
He moved toward her and her eyes crossed as she turned her vision in upon his looming cockhead. His prick was so long that, as he looked at his wife, he seemed to be aiming at her over the tip of his cockhead, as if it were a gunsight. He squinted. His prick-knob pulsed. The dark veins pounded up the underside of his prick, spreading out under his cock-knob.
Buck yelped. Old Blue whimpered. The dumb brutes sensed that there was more action ahead. Like their master, they didn't object to sharing Michelle between them in a bizarre sort of threesome--and they probably didn't notice that the man's cock was even bigger than theirs.
But, although he didn't mind that his wife was fucking the dogs, Dick didn't care to have them around when he was taking his own turn up her fuck-hole. He knew how excited the hounds could get and had a fear of suddenly finding himself with an asshole full of dog prick, by mistake.
"Out!" he commanded.
The well-trained hounds got to their feet and moved reluctantly to the door of the cabin. Their semi-hard pricks swung under them as, haunches lowered, they left the room.
Michelle hoped that, if Dick had noticed the state of their pricks, he failed to make the logical connection. But his eyes were on her, ignoring the animals. Then she wondered if he might notice the dog cum on her belly and thighs and become very justifiably suspicious. She figured her husband might object to taking sloppy thirds after his own dogs. She slid her hands inside her robe and moved them around in her crotch. Then, letting the robe fall open, she rubbed one slippery hand on her trim belly and drew the other caressingly up the inside of her thigh. Cunt cream glistened on her hot flesh, camouflaging the incriminating canine cum with her own juices. She leaned back, supported on her elbows. Her legs were apart, her bushy, creamy cunt thrusting upwards.
Dick stepped up to her. Folding his fist around the hilt of his cockshaft, he tugged back, skinning the cock-knob out in a flaring wedge. It was a mouth watering sight. Michelle leaned forward. Her flaming-red hair tumbled over his belly and thighs.
Her tongue flicked against his cock-knob.
"Ummm--yummy," she purred.
"Yeah, baby--lick my cock," he rasped.
That was no hardship. Michelle began to lave all over that succulent slab of purple prickmeat. Her tongue was nimble, sliding and slurping around the bulging contours, flicking against the tip, probing gently into his seeping pisshole. Pre-cum seeped onto her tastebuds, whetting her appetite. Her saliva drooled down his cockstalk as she slobbered heavily on the crown, her head turning from side to side as if pivoting on the end of his fuck-pole.
Dick's ass tightened and shoved, stabbing his prick up into her face. The cocktip bumped against her lips, then slipped into her mouth as she let her lips part around the hot wedge. With his cockhead buried in her mouth, his long, thick cockshaft stood out between his balls and her lips, like a hollow, tubular pipe linking them together, designed to let his jism flow from balls to mouth.
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.
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