I got lucky in that the table was low enough so the donkey cock and my cunt were at just the right level…I reached back and took hold of the cock again…it was stiff and hot and wet and I was hot and wet…urging him forward as he straddled me…I put the tip of his cock at my opening, rubbing it on my cunt lips and pulled it into me…he quickly took the hint. He must have felt the soft folds of my cunt around his cock and liked it…wanting more of that feeling and he pressed forward as I led his cock into me…then he took over and pushed deeper inside, I gripped the side of the table and waited… then another push and thrust…an animal instinct…cock and cunt…he thrust deeply, moved out and thrust inside my cunt again. It was my turn to make little fuck noises and he grunted, too. My eyes were closed, I held tight to the sides of the table, lifting on each thrust, waiting for my dream ride.
I felt the donkey’s cock at my throat…he was milking me…a few more strokes and I was riding into the dark on that powerful thrusting cock…I was breathless and in ecstasy and delirious and abandoned myself to his thrusting and came and came again…that donkey got tense and earnest and desperate to finish and I wanted him to release his cum into me. I squeezed hard on his cock, holding on…then I felt hot jets of cum washing my body…I was sweating and there were tears as I squeezed and milked him when he shot off…I cried out. It was so beautiful. I went deaf and delirious, holding on, finally letting go. Later, we relaxed and cooled down…he moved off the table, his cock slipping out as I gave it a final exhausted squeeze, the donkey cum oozing out of me and down my legs. In my delirium, when I had cried out, I had felt that little death, Le Petite Mort. My breath had been taken and now it slowly returned as I rested on the table.
Later I found a towel and wiped off. The donkey was over at the bale chewing on some hay…my legs were weak and I sat for a time on the little table…my head throbbing, my hands between my legs, stroking my hot flesh and smoothing my wet cunt. Every touch made me shiver a little more…I was still in a dream state…Then I heard a car approaching…it was grandparents…and I rushed to put on my housedress and splash water on my hot face.
I walked out of the barn toward the house. “Hi, Phyllis…what were you doing in the barn?” “I was taking care of the donkey,” I said. [Was I ever…Did I ever take care of him!! It was a day I dreamed about many times.]
After that time, I always found books to “read” when grandparents went shopping. And there were really contented “animals” that I “cared for” in the barn…both of us contented “animals.” I had a lot to dream about, including the idea of Dad’s cock. I couldn’t get the vision of Mom and Dad out of my mind. I always wanted to please my parents, especially Dad, and I wondered about it all. In a few weeks I would be back home where I could have more dreams and make my plans. I knew those were naughty thoughts. I had lots of naughty thoughts: goat, granddad, donkey…fingers, carrots…so why not Dad and his wonderful cock? Naughty me was having fun! Being naughty was good. Very, very good!
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