Donkey raped daughter

CHAPTER TWO

When Linda Suchard read her husband's letter she was amazed and had to pour herself a good, stiff drink – in lieu, perhaps, of a good, stiff prick. After a while she started to giggle about it, imagining how Hank and Billy must have looked as they watched the donkey perform. Then she imagined how the donkey and the girl must have looked, and that led to another stiff drink.

Linda decided she simply had to go over to the Watson's house and tell Veronica all about it.

Linda Suchard and Veronica Watson were good friends, and had been since they went to school together, led cheers for the football team and were pursued by lusty young men. One of the reasons for their friendship was that neither felt any jealousy about the other. Both were gorgeous girls, confident about themselves, slightly narcissistic and envious of no other woman.

Linda was a curly haired, tawny blonde.

Veronica was a flaming redhead.

Both were tall, long-legged girls with clear eyes and unblemished skin and just the right sort of curves. Both were active and athletic, trim and fit. They played tennis and swam and rode horses. Both had big tits with stiff nipples.

Both girls loved to fuck.

Linda and Veronica had both lost their virginity on the same night, on a double date that ended up in a plastic motel where, side by side in a double bed, they discovered the joy of being stuffed full of cock – and looked across at each other, grinning, aware that the pleasure of the happy occasion was enhanced because they were sharing it.

Fucking was such good fun that they did it again the next night, in the same motel – but with two different men.

A week later they decided, quite coolly, that it was time they started to suck cocks, and so two other fellows struck it lucky that night as, side by side and cheek to cheek, the two horny girls bobbed up and down on their towering cocks and swallowed their cum.

Then they switched men and sucked cock some more.

Everything about their lives seemed to follow a pattern. Linda met Hank at the same time that Veronica met Billy and, both aware that these relationships might be more than casual, they didn't share motel rooms with these men, fucking them in private. Hank and Billy both proposed marriage on the same night. Both girls accepted, not at all surprised, having expected the proposals. Just after graduation, they were wed in the same week and now, married, they lived next to each other in a fashionable country estate north of Dallas.

Hank and Billy had to travel frequently in connection with the oil business and the girls continued to see a lot of each other. They had talked about taking lovers to entertain them while their husbands were out of town, but they hadn't gotten around to doing it yet and weren't sure if they ever would. They shopped at Neiman Marcus and spent a lot of money and smiled when men stared at them as they walked down the street, tall and elegant, trim asses swinging. It might be fun to share a bed again, with two strange men – or one man, sharing him in the bed – as they had while they were at school. As long as Hank or Billy never found out about it, what would be the harm?

Well, maybe they would, sometime.

But at the moment, Linda was not thinking of men at all. She was thinking about Hank's intriguing letter and wishing that she had been there to watch that amazing performance. She would have liked to watch it with Veronica, sharing the visual experience as they had shared so many things. What on earth had it looked like? How could a girl take a donkey's cock up her cunt without splitting wide open? What, for that matter, did it feel like for the girl?

Linda had never thought about bestiality before. Now she found herself fascinated. And the most exciting part of it was that Hank had claimed the girl did not fuck donkeys for money, that she did it for the pleasure of it – and that having a group of men watch her fuck was simply a way of increasing that pleasure. What a depraved girl she must be! Linda had to admire a girl who was that wicked.

She was eager to show Hank's letter to Veronica.

She finished her second drink. The mail had arrived early and she wasn't dressed yet. She went to the bedroom to get some clothing on – but first she had to take her dressing gown off.

Then she was naked.

And, because Linda loved her own body, she paused to stand before the full-length mirror and admire her perfection. She winked at herself. She pursed her lips in a kissing motion. She could see, in the looking glass, how stiff and vibrant her nipples were. It surprised her slightly. She actually hadn't realized how horny Hank's letter had made her. Now she cupped her big, firm tits in her hands, lifting them and pressing them together into deep cleavage. Her thumbs swept back and forth across the taut tit-tips.

"Ooooooh," she murmured.

She stroked her sleek flanks and shifted her pneumatic hips, squirming before the mirror.

She turned and, looking back over shoulder, a lock of curly blonde hair falling over her brow, she gazed at her splendid ass. Linda's ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, the big firm globes sweeping out from her narrow waist and then cutting sharply in to the backs of her long, shapely legs.

She knew that men admired her ass.

She always loved to walk away from a man, or a group of men, knowing their eyes were fixed to her swinging ass.

She swung that succulent bottom now, her hips jolting out, admiring the fluid action.

She turned to face the looking glass again.

Her thighs were slightly parted now and she could see a slender trickle of juice running down from her crotch.

She watched it, fascinated.

Oh, I am feeling hot, she thought. Then she giggled. Imagine getting horny thinking about a donkey's prick!

It was a depraved fantasy.

And it was all the more exciting because it was depraved.

She dipped at the knees and spread her thighs wider apart so that she could look right between her legs and see her cunt. The slot was wide open, cunt lips unfurled like pink blossoms, foamy with pussy nectar. She placed three fingers down over her cunt mound and pulled her pussy up slightly as she gazed at it. She moved closer to the mirror. Using both hands now, she spread her cunt lips wide open.

She was wondering if a donkey's cock could possibly fit up that creamy fuck-hole.

She wasn't playing with herself. She was simply speculating on the maximum breadth of prick that her cunt could contain.

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.

The vibrator was still a virgin.

Veronica grinned wryly at the thought and decided that it would be a pleasant way to pass the morning.

But it had drawbacks. She wondered if a plastic fuck might not leave her more unsatisfied than before. She knew she could make herself come with a vibrator, easily enough – but the vibrator couldn't come! That was the frustrating thing.

Veronica loved all aspects of sex, but most of all she loved jism. She loved to feel a thick load of the hot stuff squirt up her cunt and she loved to suck jism out of a prick.

Without the thrill of an ejaculation, the vibrator lacked a certain charm. She had bought it on a whim – and because she wanted to see the way that the young male looked at her, when she placed it on the counter – and now she guessed she would be using it on a whim, as well, more to kill an hour or so than for anything else.

She went to fetch the plastic cock from the closet.

Veronica was wearing only a dressing gown. The semi-transparent silk glided around her hot curves as she moved and her stiff nipples were poking out in twin points. The feel of silk on her skin made her hot. Most things made Veronica hot. She was starting to feel a bit more excited about using the plastic prick on herself.

But then she heard a car drive up.

She looked out and saw that it was Linda's Cadillac.

Although Veronica had wanted to talk to Linda before, now she frowned, wishing the girl had come over an hour or so later, after she'd had a chance to vibrate her cunt to a foam. It was hard to hold a sociable conversation when a girl's cunt was burning.

Still, it could have been worse.

Suppose Linda had arrived just when Veronica was in the midst of fucking herself, just starting to cream?

That would have been a tragedy.

The redheaded sexpot left the unused, virginal vibrator in the closet and opened the door as Linda got out of the car. They smiled and waved at each other. Linda came towards the verandah, her ripe, lithe hips swinging in those ultra-tight jeans and her big tits sliding around in the fashionably faded shirt and her tiny waist cinched in by a wide leather belt. Her curly blonde hair whipped out under her Stetson. Veronica, who seldom wore fashionable cowgirl clothing, herself, found that she was admiring her friend's sexy appearance.

And then, to her own amazement, Veronica realized that she was also lusting for Linda's sexy body.

Like Linda, Veronica had never experienced lesbian love.

She never expected to.

Why, then, was her mouth watering?