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.