But she wasn't quite sure how.
Harold, however, had already given that some thought.
He had measured the height of the donkey's loins and had hammered together a low platform, which he now produced. As soon as Helen saw it, she thought it was just the thing. She got on the surface and Harold led the donkey into position. This was just like old times for the donkey, who had been a star performer across the Rio Grande. He stood, stiff-legged, over the spread-eagled lady. His cock loomed over her, stretching from her creamy crotch up to her chin. She ducked her head down and licked some more, clamping her knees around the cockshaft, frigging him with her sleek thighs. Then she squirmed up and the head of the donkey's prick slipped into her groin. The donkey began to push and Helen squirmed as she tried to slide her cunt down over his huge cock.
His prick wouldn't go in at first.
Helen had a terrible thought that maybe they would not be able to fuck, that she would have to content herself with sucking the donkey off and fucking the dogs. It seemed an awful shame to have such a wonderful cock and not be able to fill her cunt with it.
But her pussy was truly pliable and made more elastic than ever by her smoldering desire. Her cuntlips were spread wide, almost turning inside out as they pushed down against the tip of that fat cock. Inch by inch, she was taking the donkey's cock into her pussy. The donkey made no attempt to hump her yet, knowing from experience that it was necessary for the woman to get the fucking started and that he would merely shove her away if he tried to fuck in. He stood stiff and rigid and waited impatiently while Helen slowly fed his cock-head into her pussy.
The smoking tip was in.
Her cuntlips were pulling and her pussy hole was sucking like a vacuum cleaner as she struggled to fill her cunt with cockmeat. Harold knelt down at the head of the platform and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down against the resistance. Supported that way, Helen was able to really shove her cunt down with force.
The head of the donkey's cock slipped in!
"Oh!" she cried, "Oooooh!"
Her cuntlips clamped around his cockshaft, behind the buried knob, clinging and clutching in a taut collar. Slowly she fed more of the massive cock up her cunt tunnel. The prick-head was like a huge lump of molten iron.
Helen began to gurgle and wail as she experienced the delight of being stuffed to the limit, of being chock-a-block full of rampant prick. Inch by inch, she squirmed down. The donkey still stood rigid.
Helen arched her back and her ass churned, and she slipped down the last inch. Her cunt was as full as a pussy could get. She only had about half of the donkey's cock in her, but the prick-knob was buried to the depths and she could take no more.
She clamped her thighs around the length of donkey prick that bridged the gap between her crotch and the beast's balls.
Twisting her lithe hips, she began to screw her cunt hole around on his giant cock, loving the sensation of the rotating friction, fairly spinning on his cock.
Then the donkey began to fuck.
At first the fit was too snug. When the beast drew back, instead of his cock sliding out, he dragged the girl along with him. But Harold came to the rescue again, holding Helen by the shoulders, so that she was not being pulled along on the cuntful. Slowly, the huge cock slid out of her, until only the prickhead was still stuck up her cunt. Then the animal fucked in again, burying half of his prick. Helen's cunt fluttered and the lubricating fuck-juices poured into the pliable cunt hole. The donkey took another stroke and his prick fucked in and out more easily.
They began to fuck furiously.
Helen was being tilted and lifted on his prick. As the burro fucked her cunt, her ass lifted from the platform. Her legs hooked around his cock stalk, ankles locked, like an acrobat performing some gymnastic feat on a horizontal bar. Crazed by lust, she cried out and whimpered as she ground her cunt around on his cockmeat and pumped her loins wildly on that sliding bar of rock-hard prick.
Helen's pussy started to cream.
She came once, then again, immediately.
She was going to have a multiple orgasm, she realized, to come time and again, going off like a machine gun. She was glad that she had sucked the donkey off first, knowing that he would be able to last longer because his balls had been emptied once already, and she wanted this wonderful fuck to last forever.
She lost track of time. She could not count her orgasms as they rippled through her, one following so fast upon the one before that she could not tell them apart. She was so full of cock that she thought her hips were going to jump out of their sockets, that her vital organs were being shoved out of place by his cock-head. How could she ever go back to dogs after this donkey dick?
The donkey was fucking faster now, as his balls expanded and his creamy climax drew near.
His powerful flanks thrust in and his haunches bucked, fucking the cock in to the halfway mark, pulling his prick out, slathered with cuntjuice and steaming as that hot fuck fluid evaporated, then burying the cockhead again.
His cock went off like a cannon.
Helen felt a cascade of cum rush into her belly, a swirling pool of hot fuck lava washing her loins. She had been coming steadily and repeatedly, herself. Now that she felt the donkey shoot in her, her own climax reached the highest peak. She was melting with the thrill. She ground her hips and pelvis around, and her ass pumped wildly as she worked her soaking cunt up and down and twisted around on the huge spurting prick. That massive cock seemed to be aflame inside her cunt, glowing with the raging fires of the animal's bursting lust.
As his balls began to drain, the donkey's cock began to bob up and down, lifting Helen right off the platform, then dipping down again. She was riding that prick as if it were a seesaw.
It dipped lower, bending now.
Helen slid off the softening cock and bounced on the platform, tits flopping, cunt foaming with overflowing donkey jism. Freed of her weight, the beast's prick snapped up again, spraying a few last drops of spunk into her face and onto her tits. Helen sat there, grinning happily, lathered with frothy cum and with a cunt full of the lovely stuff warming her well contented loins.
She watched the donkey's prick continue to bob up and down, as if his cock were undecided whether to collapse now or rise once again to a stiff hard-on.
Helen was satisfied.
But she was also greedy.
She thought that it might be nice if the donkey were to give her another fucking – and the Doberman, too – and if that wanton redhead knew anything at all, she knew how to harden animals' pricks.
And as she began to tongue the head of the donkey's cock back into a new hard-on, she knew she was being greedy and she had a fleeting thought for her faithful elk hound.
She hoped that Caroline was satisfying the dog.
Caroline was satisfying the elk hound, all right, and getting plenty of satisfaction herself.
After she had sucked him off and then sucked him up hard again, she proceeded with her first dog fucking. She didn't have to change her position, nor did the dog. She was perched on the edge of the chair, with his forepaws on either side of her hips and his prick in her mouth, and all she had to do was squirm back and push his big cock down into her crotch. The cock-knob slipped in. Caroline shifted up and down, stirring her cunt gash with the smoking slab of cockmeat, then released him and let the elk hound get on with the job. The dog began to hump with furious vigor, fucking every inch of his stout prick into her cunt, pulling back to the tip and then immediately fucking in again.
Caroline loved it.
There was nothing delicate about the way a dog fucked, nothing at all subtle or fancy – it was just a straight-forward, steady, no-nonsense fucking of hot, hard cockmeat up her soaking pussy, and she adored it. She could well understand why Helen preferred dogs to men or girls, and the oversized blonde responded to that bestial fucking with every bit as much vitality as the elk hound was putting into it.