Chapter 9

After his wife had walked in and found him with his tongue up the French maid's cunt, John Richards had been ashamed and contrite. Since the maid was at the point of coming, it seemed pointless to interrupt such a tasty feast and he had carried on, gulping down her cum cream. But as soon as he was finished, he had gone in search of Valerie to apologize and ask her forgiveness. But Valerie and their daughter were gone.

John checked her closet and finding that only rough-country clothes were missing, he had correctly deduced that she had gone to the cabin. It was a relief, much better than if she'd gone somewhere where she might take revenge by fucking and sucking with some lucky guy, but he was still worried. The maid, tasty as her cunt was, was only a passing fancy and he didn't want his dear wife to leave him because of his indiscretion. If only Valerie had waited, he felt sure he could have reasoned with her. And the maid was only too willing to absolve her sins by sucking Valerie's pussy--or letting Valerie go down on her, as the case might be.

But now, worried, John couldn't bear to wait around so he decided to hurry out to the cabin and throw himself on Valerie's mercy. So it was that he drove to the small town nearest the cabin, discovered that Valerie and Linda had hired a pack animal, and he had set off on foot up the rough trail. He was confident that he could reason with Valerie and certainly hoped so--not least because, having eaten out the maid's sweet pussy without getting his own rocks off, he was horny as hell.

Entering the cabin, he found signs that his wife had been there, but neither she nor his daughter was around. He pondered the situation, wondering where they might be--and then he heard the braying and the snorting of the donkey out in the shed. Naturally, he went to investigate.

And John came upon a startling scene.

For some minutes, the bemused fellow just stood in the doorway, his eyes glued to the sight, feeling as if his eyeballs were being dragged right out of their sockets--and his cock was threatening to fly right off his crotch, too, like a meaty heat-seeking missile.

Was he angry? Hurt? Shocked? The man couldn't tell--because he was so horny that he could feel no other emotion. He felt dizzy and light- headed. So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that his brain was starved for oxygen. The scene was burned into his mind in all the juicy details.

There was his beloved wife, her voluptuous body bridged under a donkey- -with that donkey's gigantic cock pounding in and out of her gaping fuck-hole. That, in itself, was startling.

But kneeling over his wife was his nubile teenaged daughter, firmly mounted in the position of inverted love. He saw Valerie's tongue flash up Linda's pussy and, tilting his head to one side, saw the girl's mouth working voraciously on donkey prick and pussy. Being a devout cunt-lapper, himself, John well understood the attraction involved--but was naturally amazed by the relationship. His eyes drank it in and his mind floated in the lewd image. Bestiality and incestuous lesbianism confronted in one cluster!

Then the tormented man grinned. He stepped closer. Preoccupied, neither his wife nor daughter were aware of his appearance and, although the donkey saw him, the dumb brute didn't give a damn. Closer still, he moved. There was a rushing of blood in his ears and, through that sound, he heard the donkey's cock hiss up his wife's cunt, and he heard the moist slurping sounds as they slobbered into each other's cunts. One thing was crystal clear in John's mind. No matter what he did, he was not going to corrupt them any further than they were already corrupted.

Having a wife and daughter who fucked and sucked with animals--and with each other--gave a man a lot of liberty.

John opened his fly and hauled his cock and balls out as he slowly advanced. He was quivering violently on the end of his rock-hard prick. He stood behind his daughter. His stiff cock loomed out over her jerking ass like a torch.

As John had watched his little girl grow and mature he had often harbored fantasies of sex play with the girl.

He hadn't seen her naked since she was six years old, but every time he saw Linda in a bikini or running down the hallway in a short slip, Valerie wound up getting an especially energetic fuck. Valerie always appreciated the lusty fuck sessions but never understood what brought them on.

Now, his heart pounded with wild excitement as he knelt down, his knees on either side of his wife's upturned head. His prick brushed his daughter's ass and her smooth flesh flushed from the heat of that fiery cockmeat. John grasped her by her squirming hips.