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.

Valerie removed a pack and took it into the cabin. Left alone with the horny animal, Linda struggled against the unholy compulsion to touch his cock. She was tempted to grab a quick feel while her mother was out of sight, but was afraid that once she got her hands on that marvelous fucking engine she might not be able to let go.

Then Valerie returned and Linda carried another pack into the cabin, leaving her mother confronted with the same dark desire, wanting to caress the brute's cock and fighting against the overwhelming urge.

Then the donkey was unloaded.

Well, his brawny back was unloaded, anyhow – his balls were still swollen full.