Inside the posh offices of Cadwin, Mayor and Prince, Gregg Aldrich leaned casually against his boss's desk, arms crossed in front of him, listening to another roundabout lecture by his boss, Prank Prince. Prince stood in front of a wall-sized map of the greater San Francisco area, and with a pointer indicated a section of undeveloped land to the south and east of the spreading city.
"Here's our trouble spot," he was telling Aldrich. "We've managed to buy up all the land in this sector. Except, that is, for these thirty acres right in the middle, B-29."
Aldrich knew all about B-29. Since coming to work for Prince two years before, he'd heard little else but the man's complaints about the one... holdout standing in the way between him and the multi-million dollar enterprise he was going to call Sunnyside Acres, Fifty Minutes from the City on the Sunny Side of the Hills. Aldrich knew that he had been after the owners for years to sell, offered them all kinds of money for the land. But the people had steadfastly refused.
He was surprised that Prince had called him out of an important business meeting to bother him with this same unsolvable problem. Maybe the old man was losing his marbles.
As if he could read the young man's mind, "The old man" broke through Aldrich's thoughts. "I suppose," he said, "you're wondering why I'm telling you all this when you've heard it hundreds of times. Because, my boy," he said, tapping his young associate on the knee with the wooden pointer and smiling one of his rare smiles, "because I've just had some rather interesting news. Old man Starke is dead. That's right. I've out lived the bastard! I just read his obit in this morning's paper. I even went so far as to call Slaveris County to make sure it was the same Starke. And it is, my boy, it is!" Prince laughed a maniacal laugh that made Aldrich wonder again if the man's brain was playing with a full deck. "I tell you," he went on, "this is a great day for Cadwin, Mayor and Prince. And it could be a great day for you, too. Aldrich."
"I want you to go down there. Leave right away. I'd go myself, by my relations with Starke's daughter are poisoned, I'm afraid, by my unfortunate dealings with her father in the past. But you shouldn't have any trouble. Convince her to sell. That rough country is no place for a girl alone, even a girl as tough and headstrong as Rachael Starke . . . you'll see what I mean. She's a strange one."
"But strange as she is, she's still got a woman's instinct for money. And no woman that I know, would turn down the amount of money we're prepared to offer, land values being what they are today. Why, she should jump at the chance to get out of that silly old goat farm. She shouldn't be hard to bring around to our way of thinking. You convince her, my boy, convince her and from the moment you get her John Hancock on this piece of paper, you'll be a fourth partner in this firm, you have my word!"
Gregg Aldrich left Prince's office clutching a sheath full of papers in his hands, his mind whirling with the prospect of becoming a full partner in' Prince's land development corporation. So this was the way success happened, he was thinking, as simple as walking in a door and walking out a changed man. In a daze, he went through the tedious procedures of the small-time real estate deal he was negotiating in his office. When his client had gone, he quickly set to filling his attaché case with the necessary forms and papers, and within minutes he was on his way out of the office.
He couldn't wait for the elevator, but ran down the four flights to the lobby of the office building. His tie flying over his shoulder he sprinted to the parking Jot and his car. It wasn't - until he was seated behind the -leather steering wheel of his silver Porsche that his enthusiasm flagged. It was a familiar feeling. He'd felt it several times in the past, right after he'd achieved something that had always been a dream. It was a kind of disappointment, a feeling like a piece of gold was turning to ashes in his hands. . .
Like when he'd bought the Porsche. He'd always wanted a car like this one. As a boy he'd dreamed about it, as a young man he was convinced that if he ever got his hands on one it would be all he needed to make him happy. Finally, last year, after his promotion to junior partner Cadwin, Mayor and Prince, Inc., he'd felt secure enough to afford the payments. He'd gone down to the. Porsche Dealership on Geary Street to test-drive the various models. He had known the moment he slipped behind the wheel of this one that it was the one he wanted. He'd driven it out of the showroom that day, as elated as a schoolboy with his first bicycle.
But the elation did not last. Within weeks, his life was the way it always was, curiously empty and unsatisfying. He did not know what was missing. A woman perhaps ... but it was the same with women. He'd meet a woman he really dug, a beautiful girl, intelligent, with a great shape and a great personality, great in bed. He'd enjoy the novelty for a few weeks, and then he'd lost all feeling for her. This happened enough times so that he began to question if a woman was really what he needed. He satisfied himself with a succession of one night stands rather than having to face extricating himself from the sticky love-affairs he found it so easy to fall into. And he had begun to concentrate all his hopes on becoming a full partner in the firm. That, surely, was what he needed. After that was accomplished, love, maybe even marriage . . . all of that would fall into place.
But now that the completion of that dream was so close to becoming a reality, that he could almost see his name up with the other three on the door, he felt that same curious sinking in his gut. From his seat in his silver Porsche. He could see the modern office building. Once you were a partner in a firm that was it. For life. He'd make the drive from his luxury apartment in Pacific Heights every morning. He'd park in this lot, grab his briefcase and walk briskly to work. He'd join the golf club. He'd be on top of the world.
It was what every man his age dreamed about. He ought to be happy, just thinking about it. But he wasn't.
"Get hold of yourself, man," he muttered aloud to himself. "You have work to do." He forced his mind back to the business at hand. There was no reason to stall any longer. He started the car, adjusted the choke, let the engine warm up, and then drove out of the lot.
Shortly, he was on the freeway south, and it was only a matter of minutes before he was out of the city and into the suburbs on the wide open stretch of road that cut through South San Francisco's newly constructed bedroom communities, He knew the area well. Many of the housing developments had been constructed by his firm. But they always looked different driving through them' than they looked as charts on Prince's wall. On the charts they had the grandeur of an empire the grandeur their names suggested: "Fortworth Heights", "Splendid Garden Hills", and "Mayor Manor".
But driving through, the suburban tracts all had a stark sameness that somehow depressed Gregg. He could not keep the rebellious thought from his mind that these hills through which the highway .cut would probably have been a more beautiful place if they had never heard the name of Cadwin, Mayor and Prince, Inc.
Gregg's mood began to lighten as the density of land development began to think, and he reminded himself to take life one day at a time. And it couldn't be a more beautiful day than this to leave the controlled air of the downtown office and take a drive out to the city's limits and just beyond.
He cut off the highway at the Skyline road, and took pleasure in the way his well-tuned, precision engine took the rolling curves of the California hillsides. The road narrowed and began to climb sharply, curving and twisting toward the peak of the hills. Gregg had to pay more attention to his driving now, but he enjoyed the downshifting, the whining sound of the motor, and the screech of the wheels.
He pulled over at a rest area to get his bearings and check out the directions Prince had given him to the Starke place. The turn off to the B-29 road lay just ahead. From where he stood, Gregg could see the city of San Francisco glistening in the sunlight. He loved to look at that city from far off. It always struck him like some Walt Disney fantasy land. It was the most beautiful of cities. You couldn't live in a better place, he always told himself. He scolded himself for the vague dissatisfaction that always nagged at him. If you couldn't be happy there, he asked himself, where could you be?
Grimly, he got back into his high-powered sports car. These open hills would be developed with or without him. He might as well get with it. He piloted the car back onto the road and soon came to a small sign that identified the country road that would .lead to the Starke ranch. It was a hard drive, and a bumpy one. The pavement stopped soon after the turnoff and the road was dirt and gravel and full of ruts.
It wound around and then descended. Redwoods rose up around it, cutting out the sun, letting it dapple through the trees in thin, dusty rays. The redwood groves were always such a shock to come upon, and they always created the same magical atmosphere, making Gregg half-expect to see elves running around from clover patch to clover patch.
He nearly drove the car into a ditch, when, rounding a sharp curve, he was confronted by the steady gaze of a huge grey pig standing still as a statue by the side of the road. He had never seen a hog so big. Jesus Christ, it seemed almost taller than his car. He had to laugh at himself at the way he could feel his heart beating. A city slicker, frightened by a harmless sow!
The redwoods ended, giving way to a magnificent vista of open rolling hills of pale green grass. A dirt driveway cut up sharply to the right and he had to back up in order to make the turn. Gravel flew back from the spoked wheels of the sports car like bullets as the Porsche made its way up the steep grade of the driveway that was barely more than a small path cut through tall grass. Another sharp turn and the path ended in the midst of several ramshackle buildings: a weather beaten low barn to one side, a decrepit tool shed, and a white wooden cottage rambling along a rise to the right. An old pickup truck had come to rest in a clearing near the barn.
Gregg cut his motor, and then all was still. He felt an immediate peaceful, feeling settle over him as his eyes drank in the simple, rustic beauty of the scene. All he could see was sky and hills stretching out forever when he looked out to the west, past the barn in the direction the house faced. It was as if the city and the suburbs did not exist, though he knew they lurked somewhere beyond the wall of tall straight redwoods just north of the house. He had had no idea that the march of progress ended so abruptly as" it had in this place' just an hour south' of the city.
It was dusty and hot, but for the first time Gregg felt that he had room to breathe. He got out and stood outside his car, unmoving for long minutes just to soak in the tranquil scene, knowing somehow that this would be one moment in his life to treasure, like some cherished snapshot from a lost childhood. Why couldn't it be like this all the time?
A sharp voice interrupted his musings and brought him to his senses.
"Help you, Mister?" said the voice, coming up behind him. He, turned and saw a full-blown female figure approaching, walking in long strides through a field, crushing wild flowers beneath uncaring, heavy mud boots, eyes squinting as much from anger at his intrusion as from the sun.
It was a female, he could tell that, no doubt, though her clothes did nothing to aid him in that conclusion, or her hair which was close-cropped and carrot red and looked as if it had been cut with a wheat-thresher. She was freckled, and so thin-faced that her cheek-bones jutted out sharply like a young Kathryn Hepburn's. She wore a T-shirt and overalls and her bare arms looked strong and yet feminine. God, Gregg thought, as she walked closer, she's an exact duplicate of Kathryn Hepburn!
There was something about the woman that made Gregg suck in his breath sharply. Her breasts heaved beneath her overalls as she stood there waiting for him to explain himself, and he could detect that they were as full and lush as the rolling hills.
"Well, don't just stand there gawking," she said, an edge of irritation in her voice. "You lost your way?"
"Uh, no. No I haven't. At least I think I haven't. You must be Rachael Starke," he said, reaching out to shake her hand. She wiped her hand on the leg of her overalls and reached forward gripping his hand and pumping in up and down like a water pump. Jesus, he thought, was she strong for a girl. She must be mid-twenties, he surmised. "I'm Gregg Aldrich," he said. "I represent Cadwin, Mayor and Prince Land Developers."
She quickly retreated a few steps and her ice-blue eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"You're wasting your time, Mister," the woman said. "I'm not selling."
Gregg had the sense to keep his mouth shut. No point in pushing her. Everything in its time.
"Listen," he finally said, "I'm awfully dry ... Could I have a glass of water?"
There was something about Gregg Aldrich's manner that made the farm' girl inclined to take kindly to him. She was a girl who was practiced in making judgments about animals from just looking at them, and Gregg had a kind of natural grace, an easy virility, and a gentleness that agreed with Rachael Starke. She was attracted to him, and yet she felt angry at him at the same time. It wasn't his fancy car, or the well-tailored suit he wore that disturbed her. It was the fact that he made her feel awkward and just a little self-conscious about the baggy farm clothes she wore.
Aw, hell, she thought to herself, you got to wear these clothes to do chores in. Taking care of this farm's no fancy dress ball. Aloud she said: "Why, sure. You can have some water. In fact, I can do you better than that." She turned and shouted in the direction of the barn, her voice so loud that Gregg had to keep himself from holding his ears.
"Billy! Billy! Quit mooning around and bring up some of that milk. We got company!" There was a moment's silence and then Gregg could hear someone stirring around in the barn. A short while later he got his second surprise of the morning when a young girl came out of the dilapidated barn and headed towards them followed by a brown and white, shaggy, long-haired and well-groomed billy goat.
"My little sister Billy," Rachael Starke said curtly, fixing Gregg with a challenging look that he did not quite understand. The young executive could not help staring at the girl walking towards them. She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen that age when the first signs of developing maturity begin to show on a young girl's body. She was just at the crossroads of childhood and pubescence, and Gregg could not help being stirred up by the sight 9f her. She moved like a young filly, all legs and round belly. She had long, well-formed legs, brown as dark honey. Her eyes were large and brown and opened in innocence. Her mouth was full and moist and had sexy little corners to it.
She looked at him through a messy tangle of silky, honey colored hair.
"She just won't let me comb it," Rachael heard herself saying apologetically when she saw that Mr. Aldrich was looking at Billy's tangled tresses.
But Gregg was no longer looking at her face. It was her body that made the most impact on him, because he could see so much of it. She wore nothing but a man's T-shirt. It was long enough to cover her - it reached to the middle of her firm young thighs, but he was certain she didn't have anything on underneath from the way the flimsy material moved over the supple young flesh beneath. He could clearly make out the tiny nipples of her small, newly budding breasts as they jutted saucily forward, tiny trumpets heralding the unchecked sensuality that pulsed like music inside her provocative young body.
Gregg felt like his insides were going to melt with heat. What the hell is going on here? He wondered to himself. This is a child. A young child. Get your mind back on your work, man. Get control of yourself, he was thinking. He was startled back to reality by the realization that the billy goat had come up behind him and had started eating one of his shoelaces.
"Git!" the little girl said, laughing and running forward to chase the goat away when she saw Gregg's look of startled shock. "Git outta here you old goat. Can't you see you're scaring the city fella?"
Gregg laughed nervously, and the little girl laughed with him, but Rachael Starke was not laughing. "I told you to bring some milk up to the house. I don't know what's the matter with you these days. It's like you're here but you're not here. Now get back to the barn and do what I told you. The man's thirsty."
Gregg watched the young girl turn obediently and run back to the barn, his gaze locked on the bouncing swell of her buttocks, the crevice between them clearly visible through the thin cotton of the long T-shirt. By the time he'd gotten his briefcase out of the car, Billy was emerging from the barn again, this time staggering a bit from the weight of the heavy pails she held in each hand.
. "Watch it, Billy. You're spilling it," Rachael Starke warned, turning herself and walking up to the house. "Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into that girl lately," she muttered to herself.
Gregg forced himself to tear his eyes away from Billy and follow her older sister up to the house. Gregg wanted to help the girl with the milk pails, but he felt instinctively that he would be interfering with some arrangement between the older and younger women.
The little group climbed up the side of the hill onto the small porch of the house. Rachael held open a torn screen door. At her silent invitation, Gregg stepped through the doorway and into the house and found himself in a small, cozy room with wooden beams in the ceiling, a piano, a large oak table, and a couch against the far wall.
"Sit down," Rachael offered, clearing a pile of clothes off one of the chairs at the table. "We're not much used to having guests here," she said. "Excuse the mess."
"Thanks," Gregg said. "It's more homey than messy." He enjoyed the feeling of the place. It was simple, but he sensed there was everything in the room that a person could need: an instrument for making music, a comfortable couch to sit on, a table to eat at, a Franklin stove in the corner for cold nights or winter days. From where he sat at the table he could see the lovely view of the hills that had made him feel so peaceful when he'd first arrived.
Rachael and Billy had disappeared into the kitchen, and he had time to look around the room from where he sat. The walls were decorated with watercolors. He could see at a glance that they were paintings of the land surrounding the house.
"Pop did those," Rachael said, emerging from the kitchen and noticing that he was regarding the paintings.
"They're beautiful," he said. "Really beautiful. You ever thought of selling them? You could probably get a good price for them."
"Money!" Rachael snapped. "Is that all you folks think about up there in that city? What the hell would I want to sell them for? I like to look at them right where they are." She was angry now, and Gregg found himself wishing he hadn't made the remark. Jesus, he thought, she really had a chip on her shoulder. I better be more careful with her.
Billy came out of the kitchen and relieved the tension in the room. She placed a glass of goat milk before him on the oilcloth of the table, staring at him with her big brown eyes. When he smiled at her and said thanks, she started to giggle. "
The screen door opened and the shaggy, handsome-haired goat pushed through. He trotted over to Billy and started sniffing at her and nibbling at her shirt which made the young girl giggle more.
"What's so funny," said Rachael, wheeling around. Were Gregg and Billy enjoying some " private joke: Were they laughing at her? "Get that goat out of here!" she screamed. "I told you animals don't belong in the house." The little girl and the goat went scuttling out of the house and Gregg could see them heading back to the barn.
"I should never have let her keep that goat," Rachael was saying, moving in long strides around the room in a hasty effort to straighten the place out. "She just got so attached to him, what with his long hair and all . . . and she pleaded with me so, I just couldn't sell him. But she thinks the damn thing's a pet, and well, I guess he is. But I don't like the idea of animals in the house, you know what I mean?"
Without waiting for a reply, she walked out of the room, carrying a huge pile of dirty laundry with her. Gregg was uncertain what to do next. He drank the fresh goat milk and" had to admit to himself that it was better than he had expected. It was just as good as cow's milk. Better. He had expected it to be strong tasting.
But what the hell are you doing, he said to himself, thinking about the relative taste of cow and goat's milk? You're supposed to be getting that woman" to sign an agreement to sell this farm.
And this, he sensed, would be no easy task. Rachael" Starke seemed like a stubborn, prejudicial woman. And she had said right off she had no intention of giving the place up. Still, he had detected, at times, uneasiness in her manner, almost softness towards him. Perhaps, he thought, he would be able to sweet-talk her into selling. Play her up and soften her for the kill.
When she returned, Gregg could see that perhaps his sense of her weakness had been correct. It looked like she had made an effort to brush her fiery red hair. She had showered with feminine smelling soap that he could tell, and instead of the overalls she now wore a pair of clean, tight blue jeans and a clean shirt, tied at the waist. And he saw that he had been right about her shape, too. She was lithe, but she was curvaceous and well-endowed in all the right places.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you, Mister," she said, pulling up a chair to sit with him at the table. "But I work so hard all day I just don't have time for thinking about foolishness like selling paintings."
Gregg said that he understood that this farm was a lot of responsibility for one person, that it must weigh heavy on her. He added that he was sorry about the death of her father.
"He was sick a long time," she told him. "So I was ready for it. Truth is there's less work to do now that he's gone. He took a lot of care towards the end." They were silent for a few minutes. "Listen," she said, brightening. "Would you like to stay for supper? It won't be any trouble."
"Yes," Gregg said. "I'd like that," hoping he'd made progress.
"But don't get your hopes up," she said, rising and walking to the kitchen. "I have no intention of selling the farm to you or anyone else."
Damn, Gregg thought. She was smarter than he thought. She had known what was in the back of his mind. But what the hell, he thought, the battle isn't over yet. He decided to bide his time, try to talk to her some more. Perhaps after a good dinner, she'd soften up a bit. He was glad when he remembered two bottles of wine he had in the trunk, of the car that he'd forgotten to take out last night when he arrived home.
For now, he decided to take off his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and have a look around the place. He went outside and walked around. At second glance, he noticed that the farm was in better shape than he had thought. The buildings were old, but they were still sturdy. A coat of paint would straighten out most of what was wrong. And the place was well-kept, cared for, and neat. He felt himself admiring Rachael Starke, and her father who was no longer there. The small family had made a nice place for themselves, and he felt certain sadness that soon this area would be another suburb. He walked past the vegetable garden, which was bursting with ripe squash, green tomatoes, lettuce and radishes. As he passed the barn he could hear strange sounds and the stirring of animals and he ducked under the low doorway to see the goats. Some were chewing straw, some slept, their legs folded under them. They looked up at him with some curiosity, but none came to investigate. They seemed unconcerned.
But none of them were making the strange noises that had attracted him to the barn. Listening closer, he could tell that what he heard was the murmur of human voices. He looked up to the low-hung hayloft and he saw the young girl Billy. She was giggling, and she wasn't alone. There was an older teen-aged boy with her, and he was tickling Billy, wrestling with her and trying to kiss her on the mouth.
Just then, Gregg became aware that he wasn't the only one watching this scene. Rachael Starke had come into the barn behind him, and as soon as she'd taken in what was happening, she had begun to shout in her ear-shattering voice.
"Come down from there, Billy." She yelled. "And you, too, Pete Parker." The youngsters scrambled sheepishly down the rickety ladder to the floor. Pete Parker didn't wait around to hear what Rachael had to say. He had heard it before. He ran past her, but not fast enough to escape her hand, which shot out and smacked him hard on the side of the head.
He yowled in pain, but he kept running, holding his sore head, as fast as his legs would carry him. Rachael chased him to the door of the barn and shouted after him. "I told you to leave Billy alone, Pete Parker. If I ever catch you at her again, I'll give you a beating you won't forget. And I'll tell your Pa," she shouted, although she knew that was yelling into the wind. Pete Parker's father was as bad as his son.
"And as for you, you little no-good," she said, turning to the thirteen year old. "I told you not to do that stuff. Don't let that kid come near you. "
"Aw, come on," the young girl said, her face in a pout. "It doesn't do any harm."
"It does so," Rachael rejoined. "You're just to young to know what kind of harm it does. Besides, I don't want you doing it because I told you not to do it, and that's enough." By now she had taken the girl's arm and was shaking her angrily. "Do what I tell you!" she was saying. "You're my responsibility now!"
The young child had started to cry. She didn't know what she had done wrong, really. She didn't understand why Rachael had hit poor Pete Parker so hard. Sniffling, she shook loose from Rachael and went over to kneel in the hay beside Stanley, her pet goat.
Rachael shook her head slowly, looking at her little sister, still furious at the girl for having disobeyed her. But already she was sorry for making Billy feel bad. She turned and walked out of the barn, her steps heavy as she trudged up the steps to the house. With a sigh of frustration, she sank into a chair at the table, propping her chin dejectedly on the palm of one hand. Gregg sat down in one of the other chairs near the unhappy woman. For a long time no one said anything. It was Rachael who spoke first.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about that girl now that Pa's gone," she said. "She just won't listen to me. If Pa was here he'd give her a licking and knock some sense into her like he did with me. He'd tell her the kind of trouble you can get in to."
"Yeah?" Gregg asked. "What kind of trouble?"
Rachael's eyes narrowed. "You know what I mean, Mister. My Pa told me about men and what they want."
Gregg didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her that it was normal, as normal and natural as for any kind of animal. But he sensed that the subject would irritate the young woman.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"I'm twenty four," she said. "Twice as old as Billy."
"And you've never . . . been with a man?"
"I told you. Pa said to stay away from men. Once you start with them, something evil takes hold of you, like what happened with my Mom after Billy was born."
"Your mom?"
"Yeah. She got involved with this tractor salesman and next thing she was gone. She left my father all alone here with me and Billy. And Billy being only sixteen months old..."
Rachael broke off and stared out the window. "I know where that kind of stuff can lead, Mister. Don't tell me there's no harm in it." Her mouth was set in a stubborn line.
"Listen, Rachael, I'm sorry about your mother," Gregg said, reaching across the table to put a consoling hand on her arm. He felt her stiffen at his touch, but she didn't pull her arm away. "But what your father told you is wrong. If he was here, I'd tell him that right to his face. What man and women do with each other isn't evil in itself. It depends who the people are. Sex is a natural part of life. You must know that from just watching the goats."
Rachael nodded her head. What he said made sense to her, but it confused her. Gregg thought that perhaps he'd gone too far when he noticed that Rachael's chin had begun to tremble. But the young farm girl quickly got herself under control and when she spoke; her voice was softer, almost sweet.
"I heard all that before, Mister. I had a boyfriend once. Jimmy. He said the same thing to me. But Pa caught us once - we weren't doing anything more than what Billy was just doing - we were just laughing and haying a good time with each other . . . it was nice. Well, Pa caught Jimmy, and he beat him black and blue, told him if he ever came around again he'd shoot him with his shotgun. Jimmy came around anyway, but after a while he got the message that I wouldn't have anything to do with him. It wasn't so much that I didn't like him. . . I just didn't want to make Pa mad. Pa was awful low then. This was right after Mom left. He'd stopped painting, started drinking. I was afraid of what he'd do."
When Rachael looked up at Gregg this time, most of the bitterness had gone out of her face and Gregg thought he could see the young girl that Jimmy had been attracted to. He spoke before he had had a chance to think. "We could start," he said, "where you and Jimmy left off." Gregg's voice was both gentle and husky. The lovely young farm woman looked over at him and for a moment Gregg was sure that she was about to become angry again. Her eyes were narrowing suspiciously, something definitely was about to break inside her.
She was thinking about what her father had always said. When he was mad at her, he always told her that she was just like her mother. And Rachael knew that he thought her mother was no good. Rachael had never told him this, but she still loved her mother, in spite of what her father said about her, in spite of the fact that she deserted them. She remembered her softness, the good way she always smelled, the deep- and throaty way she laughed, and she laughed a lot. Maybe she was like her mother, she was thinking, and maybe, just maybe, it was a good way to be.
Little by little, a smile started to spread on Rachael Starke's sun burnt, finely chiseled, Kathryn Hepburn face. Somewhere within her the feeling of her own sexual needs and wants was beginning to gather again with new intensity. The side of her so long repressed, the soft, feminine side, was taking over. Wordlessly, she took her hand and placed it softly over Gregg's. The way she looked at him open, trusting, inviting - let him know that she was his. He had struck the female in her hand, God; her face became beautiful and helpless.
She rose, her wide blue eyes fastened on his. He stood beside her, and when their bodies came together it was as if they were magnetized. Their lips met in a long, searching kiss. Gregg could feel the young woman's large full breasts pressed tightly into his muscular chest, and immediately he could sense a throbbing response from his own loins. His hands slid down her back automatically, cupping her firmly curved buttocks in his hands, working his fingers down slowly, methodically toward the crevice between her upper thighs. Suddenly, Rachael started to tremble all over and she ground her pelvis tightly into his, short harsh gasps coming from her throat.
"Oh ...!" she moaned. "Oh, God, yes! I'd forgotten what it felt like to be held by someone!"
Inflamed by the passionate, urgent response of the young girl so long repressed, Gregg glued his lips to hers in a deep kiss that entwined their tongues together in a mad lashing frenzy. Frantically, he began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt, finally tearing two or three of them loose in the process. He peeled the garment down over her arms, the quivering mounds of her breasts coming loose in his hands, firm breasts, up thrust, the dark nipples already swelling from her passion, hardening into turgid buds of raw sensuality.
He untied her shirt where it was tied in a bow at her waist and threw it aside, eagerly dropping his head lower, cupping one of her lush breasts in each hand, his searching lips sliding over her fresh smelling, rose-tipped nipples his tongue sucking the coral flesh into ever-greater tautness. Rachael arched her head back and a long shuddering gasp came from her lips as she felt this stranger's mouth working at her naked breasts, little tremors of pleasure rippling over her flesh and making her body draw sharply inward. Her hands came up to rest gently on each side of Gregg's face, tenderly guiding his head from one throbbing breast to the other. The gasping woman knew that she could easily do this forever, and was startled to feel Gregg's hands at her waist, loosening her belt and unzipping her jeans. Some familiar fear shot through her. . . her father was not really dead. . . he would walk in and discover them there. . . he would beat her and yell at her and tell her she was just like her mother. . . and he would kill this man, Gregg who was pulling her trousers down over her slender hips. She could feel the cool rush of air over her now half-naked loins.
The experienced and aroused young man sensed Rachael's anxiety and for a moment stopped his downward pressure on her jeans. Instead, he took his lips from her swollen breasts and let them slide down over her naked belly until he was able to dart his hot wet tongue into her navel, running it wildly around inside the tiny aperture. This new and unexpected sensual attack made Rachael forget all about her exposed body as wicked darts of forbidden excitement temporarily paralyzed her will. Taking advantage of the situation, Gregg quickly pulled her jeans down until they dropped in a limp pile around her feet.
Somehow that seemed to break the last ounce of resistance in Rachael and she helped Gregg as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties to pull them down over her richly swelling hips. At last she stood completely naked before the kneeling Gregg, her softly curling, copper-colored pussy curls only an inch from his face. He made a move to reach between her barely parted thighs, but the gasping woman caught hold of his wrist.
"Get undressed, too," she said throatily. "Let's be naked together. I've never seen a naked man before, except for Pa."
That was fine with Gregg. He smiled to himself, thinking that Rachael was a natural. God she was beautiful, he thought, his eyes never straying from her voluptuous curves as he quickly began stripping the clothes from his powerful body. In a moment he was naked, his penis already half-erect, the swollen veins girdling his cock pulsating with each heart beat. H made him feel good to see the abject fascination in this attractive, independent young woman's eyes as she stared unbelieving at his growing male hardness.
"It's . . . it's so big," she stammered. "I-I just don't know if I can. . . "
"Oh, you can, baby, you can," Gregg reassured her softly as he moved forward.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the couch against the far wall near the Franklin stove. With every step forward he took, she took one backward, her gaping eyes glued to his thickened cock. Finally, the back of her knees caught against the edge of the couch, and Gregg gave her a little push so that she fell backwards onto the couch with a little muffled cry of fright. He was next to her in' an instant, pushing her back to lie long ways on the couch, one of his legs thrown across her body so that his knee was wedged between her thighs, making it impossible for her to clamp her legs back together again.
Rachael had become frightened and tried to squirm away, but instead of making a direct move toward the soft, thin cuntal slit up between her legs, Gregg once again pressed his lips to hers, one hand gently cupping her right breast. She stiffened for a moment, but then melted against him, one of her tanned arms snaking around the back of his neck to pull his body even closer to hers. Only then did he begin to run his lips over her proudly swelling breasts, giving little nips at her pebble-hard nipples, making her breath come in quick, sharp, gasps. When Gregg finally did slide big hand down over her trembling belly toward her flame red pubic hair, she made no resistance; instead she opened her legs a little wider as his forefinger felt the first tingling moistness of her hotly waiting cuntal mouth.
He didn't hurry. He wanted to enjoy every moment of getting to know this enticing young woman's excitedly naked body that writhed so wantonly beneath his. Gregg slowly worked his finger in between her moist, wet pussy lips, letting the tip slip wetly through the already dampened vaginal flanges. He could feel the tiny taut organ of Rachael's clitoris, and he began to teasingly rub the swollen sensation-bud with his hungrily questing finger.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Rachael moaned, her back arching and her knees jerking higher from the rampant sensations that /were rocketing through her love-starved body. From that moment on, Gregg realized he had a hot little piece of ass on his hands, and knew he was going to have to try make up for a lifetime of sexual deprivation that had made this young woman one seething mass of pent-up desire. He smiled ruefully to himself when he remembered that it was business that had - brought him here and business that would still have to be taken care of. But he realized at the same time that this was one diversion he wouldn't have missed for anything in the world. He'd fucked a lot of women in his thirty-two years, but something told him that this red-haired farmer's daughter was going to have the tightest, most delectably hungry little pussy of them all.
Working his finger lower, the excited young man let it glide over her soft slippery inner vaginal lips, bringing fresh moans of desire from the squirming woman on the couch. Then his fingertip was poised just over the nakedly exposed little opening to Rachael's vagina, and the hot young man began to tentatively tease the tip of his middle finger up between .the unprotected cuntal walls. A look of astonishment passed over Gregg's face as his finger seemed to meet nothing but tightly resisting flesh. And then he remembered that Rachael had never been fucked by a man before. She had the tightest little cunt he had ever touched. He knew he had his work cut out for him if he was going to be able to force his aching cock up inside her virginal little cunt.
He wet his own finger with his saliva, and began once again to work it up between her now, even more hotly clasping pussy lips, trying to worm up inside her tight, virginal pussy. He managed to penetrate just an inch, but when he felt Rachael's body jerk in sudden pain beneath his insistent probing, he backed off. This was going to take some doing. He got down onto the floor and knelt by the side of the couch, pulling her around so that her heatedly throbbing pussy was just inches away from his face. By God, I'll get her so hot her pussy will beg for cock, he swore to himself. And then, before Rachael could realize what he was doing, Gregg dropped his lips to her hair-fringed vaginal slit to spear his tongue deep into the searing cauldron of her neglected cunt.
"Uuuunnnggghhh," the surprised woman groaned and her hands automatically reached down towards Gregg's head which was wedged obscenely up between her open thighs. She had never seen the animals doing this! She ought to push his head away, she thought, but she found instead that her fingers tangled themselves in his curly brown hair and she pulled his head even tighter into her erotically trembling cunt mouth.
"Oh, it feels so good when you lick it!" she cried out. "Oh, you make me feel so good!"
Her voice died away in a strangled sob as he flicked his tongue several times over her rigidly erect clitoris, making the hotly glistening little titty of her cunt vibrate in sheer ecstasy. Circling his lips around the hard little clitoral nub, Gregg began to suck noisily, drawing it as far up into his mouth as it would go, feeling her cunt lips splay open wide to allow him even more access to her erotically grinding pussy. Rachael's too-long deprived cunt mouth .bucked madly up against his face, driving his head backwards with each shattering upward thrust. Glancing up over the passion-inflamed young woman's erratically heaving belly, Gregg watched her full, firm voluptuous breasts dancing and jerking from the violence of her movements, and he gazed entranced at the totally abandoned look on her passion-contorted face.
Sensing that he had teased long enough at her clitoris with his tongue now, Gregg let it glide lower through her seething wet cuntal valley parting her reddish curling pubic curls with it until he was licking once again at her tightly guarded vaginal tunnel. He could not keep back a groan of delight when he found that the tight little passageway had already begun to throb open a little. Making his tongue as stiff as possible, he flicked it repeatedly at the tight, rubbery circle of her cunt muscles, finally worming it a little way up inside the narrow passage of her never-before-fucked vagina.
"Oooohh, ooohh, oooohhhh," she was crying, and then Gregg felt her body go into an uncontrollable spasm. At the same time, her pussy lips suddenly flared open wide and his victorious tongue sluiced easily up inside her open cunt walls. Man, she's ready to fuck now, the feverish man thought to himself, excited by the fact that he had an exact replica of Kathryn Hepburn lying naked before him to fuck anyway he liked!
Pulling his mouth from the shuddering young. woman's wetly flooding loins, Gregg knelt between her widely splayed thighs, his fully erect penis held firmly in one hand as he guided the stiffened rod toward her wetly waiting pussy.
"Oh, yes, yes. Oh, please put it up into it! I don't care how much it hurts!" Rachael moaned deliriously. Her head .was raised a little off the back of the couch while her intense eyes stared spellbound at the excitedly pulsating cock that was relentlessly nearing her unfucked vagina.
"It'll only hurt for a second," Gregg said, trying to calm the frightened look on the passion-dazed young woman's face. He placed the blunt purplish head of his cock against Rachael's openly gaping cunt mouth, gritting his teeth in pleasure at the first hot electric touch against her naked vaginal flesh. The young man began to work his erected male cock up inside the thin, vertical little slit, grinning in triumph as the soft, curl- fringed lips of her pinkly throbbing cuntal flesh slipped up tightly around his cock-head on either side. Then he began to slide the bulbous tip slowly up and down her hot narrow vaginal cleft, wanting to get it as wet as possible with her freely-flowing pussy juices. Only then did he poise his heavily burgeoning cock-head for the final inward fuck up into Rachael's defenselessly spread vagina.
Gregg pressed his lust-hardened cock firmly upward, watching with salacious satisfaction as the blood-engorged tip parted the pinkly quivering flesh before it and slid a fraction of an inch up inside the aroused young female's seething, hair-fringed pussy lips.
Oh, God, slower!" Rachael cried. "It hurts, it hurts!" She tried to push Gregg away from her partially impaled vagina.
"Stop it," Gregg hissed. "It's too late to stop now." Using his greater strength, _e pushed' her arms away, and then reached down to gently, soothingly peel her cunt lips back with his thumbs and began working his cock steadily up into her hotly convulsing vaginal walls. In a few seconds, the straining man's thick, rubbery cock-head was completely imbedded up inside Rachael's wide-split pussy, and he knew it was only a matter of time now before he would have his entire painfully stiffened cock fucked all the way up into her steaming little cunt hole.
Once again, wetting his finger with saliva, he moistened the whole of his rock-hard hardness and began a slow inward fucking motion up between the ceaselessly moaning young beauty's now rigidly held thighs. With each movement, his rigidly throbbing cock-head slipped in another fraction of an inch as Rachael's uncontrollably spasming cunt-muscles slowly gave up their futile resistance. The motionless woman was quiet now, her lips pulled back over her teeth in a painful grimace, but she never again complained. Gregg found himself admiring the woman's courage when at last the thin, protective membrane of her hymen gave way and she signaled the pain with only a sharp intake of breath through her teeth.
At last his whole, relentlessly tunneling hardness was buried deep up between Rachael's cock-stretched vaginal lips, and Gregg let his naked body press forward onto hers. He wanted to fuck in and out of this strangely independent woman's curvaceous nakedness with all his strength, but he sensed that if he fucked her too hard, too soon, he would get no reaction at all from her. Seeking her lips with his, he teased his tongue deep into her mouth. Eagerly her tongue wrapped around his and he could actually feel her cunt walls flare open wide in final acceptance of his savage invasion of the female sanctity up between her thighs.
"Oh God, go on, fuck it," she urged him. "I've waited for so long. . . "
Gregg needed no further invitation. Levering himself up on stiffened arms, he immediately began to plunge his painfully throbbing cock deep into Rachael's defenselessly opened cuntal depths, fucking deep up inside her hotly welcoming belly with powerful thrusts of his naked hips. And each time he fucked into her, he felt her cunt walls flare outward a little more, allowing him to drive his lust-thickened cock -shaft deeper and deeper into her rapidly acclimating young pussy.
Her long, smooth-skinned legs snaked outward and wrapped high up around his sweating back, filling him with savage waves of lust as he felt her hungrily working thighs pulling his heavily jerking cock even further up into her hotly clinging cunt. A wild exultation exploded in his brain as Gregg realized he was the first man to ever fuck this beautiful young woman. She would not grow up to be a dried up spinster now, he told himself as he felt her hotly burning cuntal walls press greedily around his wetly pistoning cock.
Chapter Two
Twelve year old Billy lay in the straw with the goats for a long time daydreaming, which is what she spent most of her time doing these days. She was furious at her older sister and could not keep the thought from her mind that sometimes she wished her sister had died along with papa. She knew that was a terrible thing to think, but at least then she wouldn't get yelled at by anybody any more. It would just be her and the goats and the farm . . . and Pete Parker.
Pete was her best friend, aside from Stanley, her pet goat. He was a lot older than her that she knew, but he didn't seem to mind hanging around her at all. He wasn't as cute or as sharp as that older city fellow that had come to the farm that morning, but Pete was all right, even if he did act kind of weird sometimes.
Like that morning. Boy, she thought if Sis had caught Pete doing what he did to me earlier this morning, then she really would have blown her stack. Pete sure was acting peculiar. He had come over at sun up right when he knew she'd be in the middle of milking the goats. He had some licorice for her - he knew it was her favorite candy - and he told her that if she did what he told her, she could have all of it. She wouldn't even have to share it with him.
They had gone up to the loft and he told her to take off her T-shirt. She didn't mind that. She wouldn't wear any clothes at all if her older sister didn't make her. It was still cold in the barn - the sun hadn't warmed up the aluminum roof yet - and she lay on her belly in the hay like Pete told her to, shivering and full of goose bumps. Absentmindedly, she tucked her arms underneath her and began to caress her own firmly developing young breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the young nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She had learned on cold nights to keep herself warm that way. She marveled that just touching herself in that way sent floods of heat down her belly to settle deep within her naked little pussy.
Pete had taken off his clothes too, but it wasn't the first time she'd seen him. Hot afternoons she and her friend had escaped from Rachael's watchful eyes and gone for a cool swim down at the water hole. She could hear Pete's jagged breath now as he took his hand and began rubbing her back and arms, stroking her trembling skin. She couldn't believe that this was all she had to do to get' the candy. It was no trouble at all. In fact, it felt good! Gradually, the boy's hand warmed Billy and she relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of her young friend's hands as they moved all over her naked skin from her head down to the soles of her feet.
Finally, Pete told her to turn over and she did. She started to giggle when she saw the look on Pete's face. He was kneeling above her, his hairless young body all covered with sweat, and with a concentration that seemed silly to Billy, he began to move his hands greedily over her stomach and breasts, gently stroking her tender flesh. She stopped laughing and shut her eyes and enjoyed the new feeling it gave her, a different kind of warmth that was stealing over her naked, newly budding body.
Her sensitive nipples grew even more rigid from Pete's touch, sending little sparks of undiscovered pleasure through her naked body. It never occurred to the young girl to ask her older friend to stop. A dreamy languor stole over her as her friend's gentle massaging went on and on. She wasn't even thinking of the licorice any more when Pete bent forward and began to move his lips and tongue over her budding young breasts, eagerly sucking at the rose-tipped nipples that gleamed in the thin light of the barn. She had begun to think about why her own breath was suddenly coming out as funny as Pete's, and why there was a new wet warmth building between her legs in her almost hairless little pussy hole.
It was only when she felt Pete's stealthy fingers trailing down over her shuddering belly, slowly working their way through the soft silky fuzz that was so light it made the thin little virginal cleft between her legs looked shaved, that it occurred to Billy to ask Pete to stop. But she didn't exactly understand why. He wasn't hurting her or anything in fact he was making her all tingly.
And she probably would have let him go on and on like that if Pete hadn't lost control all of a sudden. He took his finger and without warning squirmed it right up between the moistened lips of her pussy, searching for the thin little hole to her vagina. Billy's head jerked up in surprise, and her eyes flew wide open in shock as she saw the totally primitive look of lust on Pete's normally smiling face.
"Hey!" she gasped, trying to squirm up, "what do you think you're doing?"
But her teenaged friend was past hearing now. He wormed his finger deeper into her pussy, finally managing to thrust the tip a little ways into the girl's virginal young vaginal-hole, which tightened even more in fright.
"Get your finger out of my pussy!" she yelled, squirming away from the impaling finger, twisting and turning her body so that she managed to dislodge the eagerly probing digit from up between her thighs. She scrambled away from Pete, but he followed after her on his hands and knees and that's when the struggling girl saw it for the first time . . . Pete's fully erect young cock!
Billy froze at the sight of the strangely swollen male organ, just long enough for Pete to get a hold on her naked little body again. The innocent young twelve year old had never seen a hard penis before - only on the goats, never on a human. When she'd seen Pete naked at the swimming hole, his had always been shrunken to a little nub by the cold water. Never would she have imagined that it could have grown to such a huge size! And now she felt Pete's throbbing cock pressing insistently into her soft belly as they wrestled and struggled nakedly together in the hayloft.
"Hold still, so I can fuck you, damn it," Pete hissed at her through excitedly clenched teeth.
"Let me go," she gasped out at him, fists flailing. Sometimes she could almost match his strength with her agility, but this morning he seemed to be possessed of some demonic strength. She felt his body slide between her kicking legs until his teenage cock was bobbing around up between her thighs though she automatically struggled to keep them locked together.
She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to worm his stiffened penis upwards so that it could follow where his finger had just been. Desperately, the angry young girl twisted fro in side to side, trying to push the long thin cock aside with her hips. But the provocative movement proved too much for the sexually aroused boy. The feel of her soft feminine flesh rubbing over his near-bursting cock started a raging fire far up in his testicles that many a sweaty night of fist-fucking had taught him he could not stop.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "I'm cumming!"
"What?" Billy asked, but his only answer was a stifled moan and to her horror, Billy felt a hot thick fluid gushing out over the nakedness of her lower belly and thighs while Pete jerked and gasped above her, smothering her with his pummeling weight. Finally the young man lay still, his breathing still ragged and his penis deflating against Billy's cum-smeared thigh.
"Get off me, Pete," Billy said angrily. "You're smothering me to death."
With a startled jerk the boy raised his head and looked guiltily at his young friend. "I . . . I'm sorry, Billy, I didn't mean to . . . " he started to blurt out.
Billy squirmed out from under him and looked at her legs, passing experimental fingers down over her belly and shuddering at the slick strands of semen she found smeared over her skin and almost hairless little pussy lips.
"Look what you did to me," she said to him. "You got me all sticky," but when she looked at Pete and saw the guilty, shame-faced look he gave her, she started to laugh at him.
Her giggling infuriated Pete. "Come on," he said. "Quit it. Let me explain. . . "But Billy wouldn't stop laughing. With a handful of straw she wiped the sticky semen off her belly and from up between her thighs, giggling even more when she looked at Pete's dejected, angrily reddened face.
Just then she heard her sister calling and she quickly slipped her T-shirt over her nubile young body. Before scrambling down the ladder, she turned to Pete.
"You better be here when I get back," she had warned, shaking a finger at him. "And you better not eat any of my licorice, either!" Then she'd run out of the barn and up to the front yard where she met the man from the city who was standing next to his shiny silver car talking to her sister Rachael. She thought that Mr. Aldrich looked at her kind of funny, kind of the way Pete had just moments before. She wondered if he could tell just by looking at her what Pete had just done to her.
She didn't care if he did know. She had found herself getting that strange warm feeling down in her pussy just thinking about that man in the suit and the way he looked at her. But one thing she knew for sure, if her older sister knew she had let Pete put his finger in her and get her pussy all sticky or what she was thinking about their visitor, she would give her a licking for sure.
Sitting with her goat in the warm barn, Billy shuddered as she remembered the hand Rachael had thrown at Pete just moments before. She was mad at Pete, too, but she felt sorry for him. What was going on? She wondered. She felt so confused. Billy reached over and began to stroke the silky whiskers that hung down from the front of her pet billy goat's mouth. The fluffy brown and white animal looked up at her with soulful, soft brown eyes that were almost identical to hers. The billy goat had been her best friend, really, until Pete had taken a sudden interest in her in the last few months.
But Pete had never wanted to play the kind of games with her that he was playing now. She knew it had something to do with the way her breasts were growing and the soft, silky frizz that was beginning to grow on her little pussy lips, down below. She began to wonder vaguely about all the new feelings stirring inside her, those warm, oozing sensations down in her belly. She wondered what they meant. Maybe, she suddenly thought, maybe they meant that she was hungry. She remembered that she hadn't had anything to eat that morning except licorice. She licked her lips just thinking about eggs and maybe some bacon and a glass of cold milk. Would that taste good! Stanley the goat started to nibble at the soft cotton of her shirt-dress as if he had read her mind and wanted some breakfast, too.
"Come on, Stanley," said the young girl, rising to her feet. "Let's go to the house and get us some food!"
Kicking up dust with her bare toes, Billy ambled up towards the main house, the billy goat following close behind, stopping occasionally to chew on grass. Billy stopped when she came to the silver sports car, leaning over to look inside. She ran her fingers over the soft leather of the bucket seat, and her eyes widened in fascination as she regarded the complicated set of gauges and dials on the dash board. Maybe she could get Mr. Aldrich to take her for a ride!
Eager with anticipation, she skipped up the grade to the house, imagining what it would feel like to ride through the fields in that sleek machine, the wind rushing through her hair, the sun beating down on her... Maybe Mr. Aldrich would want to see her naked titties and - pussy and play the same games Pete played, she found herself thinking, but right away checked herself - she knew it was a naughty thought, and her sister would have her hide if she knew about it.
Billy had forgotten about her sister. She wondered, now, if Rachael would still be mad at her and would yell at her some more. She hoped Mr. Aldrich would be alone in the living room. If Rachael was there with him, the young girl decided, she'd sneak around the back and get some bread and jam out of the kitchen and wait until later to ask Mr. Aldrich about a ride in the car. She knew her sister would calm down eventually, but it was best, she had learned, to give the older girl time to cool off. . .
She was careful not to make a sound on the front porch, knowing which floor boards were creaky and which were not. She tiptoed up to the screen door - to peek in, and she could not prevent a startled gasp from escaping her lips at what she saw. She clamped her hand over her mouth, but she needn't have worried. The nakedly occupied couple on the couch didn't hear her surprised cry.
Rachael was lying naked on the living room couch and an equally naked Gregg Aldrich was hovering on his knees between her lewdly open thighs, aiming his erect penis directly at her sister's wetly glistening pussy mouth. For a moment, Billy forgot all about her sister as her amazed young eyes took in the size of the thickly swollen cock Gregg held in his hand.
Holy cow! She thought it's nearly twice as big as Pete's! Billy knew enough about sex by now to know what Gregg intended to do with his penis, but she found herself wondering how her older sister was going to be able to take a massive thing like that up inside that tiny little vagina-hole up between her thighs.
The gasping adolescent girl watched in frozen fascination as Gregg's heavily swollen cock-head moved closer and closer to her sister's curl-fringed little pussy-hole, and then pressed itself deep into her tender vaginal flesh, parting the sparse red pubic hair so that Billy got a clear glimpse of her sister's pinkly throbbing cuntal lips. She wanted to run, she wanted to get away from the screen door, but for some reason the young nymphet found herself unable to move, paralyzed with rising excitement at the lascivious scene unfolding before her very eyes.
With bated breath, Billy saw the city fellow's stiffened male flesh stretch her sister's thin little cuntal lips wide until she thought they would burst and then fuck up into her nakedly squirming belly, saw the look of accepting agony on her sister's face. Unbelieving, she heard her sister finally beg the city man to fuck her, and then gasped as the powerful young man began to pound his hips with thudding blows up between Rachael's eagerly trembling thighs spread wide out on either side of him.
Without realizing what she was doing, Billy felt her own hands sliding slowly up her body to cup her now hotly quivering young titties. A little shiver ran through the beautiful teenager's vibrant young body as her fingers pressed deeper and deeper into the soft resilient mounds. At the same time, the unselfconscious girl's eyes remained glued to the utterly obscene spectacle of her sister getting her ears fucked off by a total stranger only a few feet away. She knew she should go away leave the two alone in their wild naked fucking, but some instinctive force inside her mind filled her with the desire to join in the passion taking its wild course on the other side of the battered screen door.
Without thinking about it, Billy let her groping fingertips find her growing nipple-buds and softly, insistently, tweak them into pebble-hard erectness. Unsatisfied with the way her nipples felt through her cotton T-shirt, the young teenager reached up underneath it and once again moved her eager fingers to her breasts, gasping with shock as they came into contact with her bare nipples. Madly, she began to roll the coral-hued buds between her fingertips, her exposed belly shuddering from the power of the uncontrollable sensations that were beginning to permeate her entire body.
The girl's aroused body swayed in ever-growing sexual abandon as her hand worked lingeringly over her breasts. Her head was back and her eyes half-closed now and the tip of her pink tongue nervously licked over her sensuously parted lips. Her sister's moans from inside the house were louder now, a strangled animal sound, and Billy could hear wet little sluicing sounds as the man's cock fucked ever deeper into Rachael's lewdly impaled cunt.
Billy spread her legs wide. She was wearing nothing at all under the long T-shirt and she shivered with delight as she felt the warm air wash over her soft pubic mound as it invaded the sensitive cleft between her cuntal lips. Without any hesitation, the panting girl moved one hand down from her painfully straining young breasts and slid it slowly over the velvety skin of her inner thigh, almost gasping aloud as her thumbnail flicked across her swollen cunt lips. Slowly, deliberately, she ran her nails up and down over the softly trembling flesh between her thighs, jerking each time they grazed over her tiny half-hidden clitoris. When she could stand it no more, Billy insistently worked the tip of her middle finger up past her passion-soaked vaginal folds and buried it in her virginal pussy slit. The hotly writhing young twelve year old moaned aloud and then froze in fright, afraid that the wildly fucking lovers in the house might have heard her; but there was no sign that Gregg or her older sister knew that she was watching their lust-inciting coupling.
Without waiting a second longer, Billy fucked her middle finger even deeper up into her waiting vaginal channel, her whole back arching in answer to the flood of lust that coursed through her from her own salacious touch. The panting young honey-haired girl paused for a moment, holding still, paralyzed by the sheer debauchery of her licentious finger-fucking of her cunt, then she opened her mouth wide in ecstasy and began to rotate the tip of it around deep up inside her feverishly clasping cunt-walls in tiny teasing circles. She was stretching her pussy open wider and wider until she was able to slither another finger up inside the hot, wet slipperiness of her pussy-hole to fuck up inside it with the other one. From behind the screen door the sounds of Rachael's shameless arousal were becoming more and more frenzied as Greg continued his relentless fucking up into the redhead's now ravenously devouring pussy. Her sister picked up the rhythm of those shuddering gasps and began to ram her fingers in and out of her own wetly sucking cunt while her other hand danced wildly over her swaying breasts, massaging them to a greater hardness than she would ever have thought possible.
Billy was staring straight off into space now, her eyes vacant and unseeing as if her mind were focused on some invisible horizon. The young girl's obsessed skewering up into her own pussy increased in tempo as the hot, liquidly squishing sounds of cock fucking into cunt in the living room grew louder and louder, and the thirteen year old would have undoubtedly cum from her own obscene ministrations if it had not been for an unexpected shock.
Stanley, her goat, had been watching Billy in confusion and dismay. The shaggy-haired goat knew there was trouble in the air today, what with the stranger coming to the farm, the argument between the sisters - and he was edgy. When he saw his young mistress's strange behavior coupled with the disturbing sounds from inside the house, he didn't know what to do. Moving forward nervously, wanting to be near Billy, Stanley became aware of a powerful and tantalizing odor drifting from between the aroused girl's thighs. The smell was not completely new to the goat. A number of times when he had laid his silky head in Billy's soft lap he'd noticed the faint traces of the same musky scent. Pete wasn't the only being who had taken note of the change in young Billy's body. Only this time the scent was so strong that the goat's glandular system automatically reacted and sent a strange tingling racing through his blood, making his animal heart beat faster.
Stanley stretched his neck forward, moving his head up underneath Billy's twisted T-shirt, searching for the source of the odor, and his chin whiskers unavoidably brushed over his mistress' inner thighs, causing her to jerk erect from the unexpected contact.
"Stanley, shoo!" Billy hissed, reluctant to take her vaginal juice drenched fingers from her quivering pussy. But the bearded animal was too fully aroused by now to stop his exploration, and his heavy tongue lashed out again to slide over Billy's upper thigh, tasting a little of the cuntal juices that had run down her leg. This inflamed the goat all the more and he tried burrowing deeper against the naked flesh, a little rough in his eagerness.
The first touch of that long, thick tongue against the nakedness of her already over stimulated skin sent a lightning bolt of lewd desire coursing through the surprised girl. Her hand stopped moving on her bare breasts and her fingers stopped warming around up inside her cuntal depths as a thoughtful look flickered over her face, only to be replaced by one of sudden shock at the lewd little idea wafting hotly through her mind.
Oh no! She thought. Everybody's acting strange today. Not Stanley too! But she could not deny that the idea of Stanley's big floppy tongue lapping up higher between her legs, all the way up into her hungry little cunt had a depraved fascination about it, though she tried to erase the debased image that had now taken root in her mind, the goat's insistent probing coupled with the ever-escalating sounds of naked flesh slapping, fucking against naked flesh that were pouring from the living room couch, only served to inflame the bestial longing that was raging through her very blood.
Her older sister seemed to have gone almost insane now, her long shapely legs wrapped tightly around Gregg's heaving flanks, her fingers clutching spasmodically into the sweating man's arms that held her down on the couch. Jealous of the obvious ecstasy her sister was enjoying from the wild fucking she was getting - the same sister who had just chewed her out for fooling around just a little - and knowing that mere fingers would never bring her even a fraction of the raw animal lust that the older woman was experiencing, Billy felt her newly felt misgivings slowly crumbling. After all, if her sister could do it, why couldn't she?
She pulled her passion-drenched fingers from her hotly twitching cunt and leaned forward spreading her lithe young legs wide. She hitched her flimsy shirt up around her waist, bunching the material under so that her smoothly rounded buttocks were bared. Then she placed one hand on each side of the door jam, bracing herself and bending way forward, before she looked expectantly back over her shoulder at the excitedly sniffing goat. .
"Stanley," she whispered, wiggling her ass-cheeks back at him in salacious invitation come on boy! Come on! You always eat every thing anyway Eat me!" Knowing that once he started, there'd be no stopping him, she nevertheless decided that it was the only thing she could do. She was hopelessly aroused and had to get some satisfaction some way! She silently begged that it wouldn't make her scream out loud when he ran his hot wet tongue over her nakedly exposed vaginal folds.
Stanley was more than willing to do what his mistress wanted. Since the girl was bent forward at the waist, her upper body balanced against the wall of the house and her thighs spread wide, the whole of her pungently wafting pussy was spread directly above the goat's excitedly sniffing nose. He moved his head higher, sniffling over the sex-damp little frizz growing up between her thighs and then. . .
The goat's long hot tongue snaked out, curling deep up between the waiting girl's quivering thighs, mercilessly splaying aside her hungrily quivering cuntal lips, digging like a fiery knife into the tiny pink button of Billy's clitoris, and then sliding back over her wetly trembling pussy-hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," the nearly naked girl moaned in helpless submission before the animal's eagerly searching tongue. Her back automatically arched, thrusting her steaming pussy back toward the goat while she pushed her forehead against the door jam. For several moments, Billy held herself in that tensed position, her eager young body curved into a bow, her firm taut breasts swaying beneath her, her softly flexing thighs spreading farther and farther apart in a mindless attempt to open her cunt mouth even further to allow Stanley's darting tongue to drive deep, deep up inside her greedily waiting pussy walls.
Again and again Stanley ardently stroked -his heavy tongue up into his mistress' glistening pink pussy slit, his own loins beginning to burn now as the piquant sensual feminine odor of Billy's hotly squirming young cunt flooded directly into his senses.
"Oooooohhhhh, Stanley," Billy moaned over and over as her hips started a slow revolving motion back against the slaving billy goat's furiously licking tongue while she fastened her eyes on the madly fucking couple on the couch inside the house.
"Ooooh, it feels so good," she murmured half to herself. Ooohhhh, Don't stop . . . Don't stop . . ."
The helplessly inflamed girl's mindless ravings fell into a delirious chant, keeping time to the goat's continuous lapping of her frantically spasming cunt until the writhing child knew that her belly-shattering orgasm was only seconds away.
Inside in the living room, Rachael's chokingly passionate cries were reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could only mean she was nearing orgasm, while a matching pressure was building far up inside Billy's hotly churning belly, demanding release, demanding that her every lustful desire explode into a consuming cauldron of convulsing female flesh. Suddenly, Billy heard her older sister's voice gasp out: "I'm cumming . . . oh my God . . . I'm cumming . . ." Rachael's words broke off into a sobbing moan and she began to thrash wildly on the couch grinding her cock-devouring cunt feverishly up against Gregg's savagely spearing cock -shaft. Billy watched in amazement as the sister she had always thought so perfectly controlled became a wild raving maniac, digging her heels into the couch and thrusting her hips upwards as if she were begging Gregg to fuck his deeply thrusting cock all the way through her insanely undulating body. And just at that very moment, Gregg too let out a groan, brought to an explosive orgasm by the powerful sucking of Rachael's cum-starved pussy. His massive organ began to pour its burning semen into Billy's sister's greedily clenching cunt, the thick length of his sperm-bloated cock shuddering uncontrollably as he spewed his hot thick cum far into the hitherto untouched depths of Rachael's womb.
Just at that moment, Stanley's probing tongue thrust its way far up into Billy's twelve year old little vagina, triggering the first incredible shock of her orgasm. She knew for the first time what Pete and her sister had meant when each had cried out they were cumming. Her eyes bulged wide and her straining stomach muscles sucked inward as if she had been hit in the belly and her whole body stiffened, straining back against the probing length of the goat's ceaselessly licking tongue. Trying not to scream out in her passion, the ecstatic young girl cruelly bit into her lips to choke off any sound as she threw back her head until the veins in her neck stood out like steel cables, her body jerking and twitching as wave after wave of her mind crumbling orgasm burst its way through every living cell in her body. The beautiful nymphet's legs splayed open as wide as possible to her four-legged lover's salaciously spearing tongue and then she could feel the hot gush of her own orgasmic juices pouring out over her thighs to be eagerly lapped up by the animal that had licked her to an unbelievable climax.
What seemed like eternity passed, and finally Billy was able to straighten up and push the goat's liquidly glistening nose from between her legs. Still afraid that the couple in the living room might have heard her blatant moans of climactic ecstasy, muffled though they were, she moved away from the door on wobbly legs while she pulled down her -over-sized T-shirt with trembling fingers. Her hand inadvertently came in contact with her still hotly pulsating vaginal lips, and she winced a little. All the while she had to keep shoving Stanley away as he sought once again to push his furry face up between his mistress tender thighs.
Her developing young breasts heaving, the panting teenager collapsed in a corner of the wooden porch beneath the window of the living room. Everything was happening so fast today - first Pete, stranger, her confrontation with Rachael - and now this . . . this bizarre event, the strangest of all.
Tears came to the bewildered child's eyes and she wished for a while that Papa, sick as he was, was still there. At least with him around none of these weird things went on. She didn't know why, exactly, but the sight of her older sister, usually so quiet and mean, so lost in utter abandon with that stranger fucking her into a wildly screaming mass of uncontrolled female flesh in the living room had upset her, upset her to the very depths of her young soul.
And for some reason, she felt overwhelming feelings of guilt for what she had allowed wanted - her little pet goat to do to her. It just didn't seem right somehow, misusing his trusting loyalty, for her own disgusting carnal desires. It never occurred to the unhappy young girl to remember how eager the goat had been to initiate his part in licking her pussy, or that what her sister was doing was a part of life that she had too long denied herself. It was all so new, so strange and it had all come in Billy's young mind to be associated with the death of her father.
What was there to hold onto now? She wondered, looking out onto the hills. Her young eyes, hitherto free from grief and worry, now began filling with tears. The little girl, who just moments before had wished her strict sister dead and gone, was now afraid that her older sister would really disappear, ride off in that silver car with the handsome stranger, and leave her all alone on the farm with only the goats and the vegetables. And who would protect her from Pete Parker, who, Billy was beginning to think, meant her no good?
Tears began to stream silently down her face. She felt totally alone in the world. Deserted. Sensing her grief, her beloved Stanley stopped his insistent prodding and nuzzling and began to lick the tears from her face. She wrapped her arms around the clean furry animal and hugged him tight.
She wasn't totally alone, she said to herself. Goats were better than people anyway. They never yelled, they never drank . . . they never pretended to be one way and turn out to be another. Quietly, she rose and tiptoed across the porch, past the window and the screen door, down the steps and down the slope. As she went, she walked faster and faster until finally she lit out in a flat out run. She was headed for the one place where she felt safe: out in the barn in the hay among her only real friends in the world, the goats.
The goats stirred lazily in the dimly lit barn when Billy came in. A few trotted over to her to nuzzle her in greeting when she sat down in the sweet smelling hay among them. Exhausted by her recent orgasm, and by the confusion of the day's events, the nubile young girl was soon fast asleep, her troubled face relaxed into the soft innocence of the child she was.
Chapter Three
He must have seen her disturbed in sleep and tried to wake her. With a little yawn, the girl raised her arms up over her head and stretched, her erect, tiny nipples rubbing teasingly against the material of her father's T -shirt causing goose-bumps to ripple over her tender flesh.
After a while, however, noises and voices outside the barn disturbed her sleep and she began to dream, troubled dreams in which her father's face turned into a goat's face and then into the face of the stranger with Rachael, and then not his face at all but his massively plunging penis, and then his face again taunting and lusting at her, his human tongue snaking out to lick her . . . to lick her face.
She sat bolt upright with a frightened yelp to realize that it was just her goat, Stanley, his soft, wet tongue lapping at her, nuzzling at her.
This unwanted titillation brought back to her the terror of her dream, and then she remembered that it had not all been the dream that was making her young heart beat fast with fear. Just then the sound of Rachael's voice floated into the barn, and Billy stepped over to a crack between the boards of the building to watch and listen.
She could not believe what she saw and blinked once or twice to clear her sleepy eyes. Was that really her sister? It looked like her, same red hair, same freckles. But this woman was smiling from ear to ear, her whole face lighting up as she looked at the handsome man from the city as if he was the rainbow after the storm. Rachael had never seemed so happy.
And the clothes she wore! They must have been Mom's. Billy remembered a game she and Rachael used to play. They'd crawl up into the attic to hide from Dad and they'd pull out the clothes from the trunk their mother had left behind and try them on, pretending to be her. Now Rachael was wearing a peasant blouse and she had the elastic top pulled down to expose her shoulders and the tops of her full, voluptuously sloping breasts. She wore a full red checked skirt, small at the waist and flaring out in a circle around her shapely legs.
The couple strolled by the barn hand in hand, barefoot, smiling and talking like a couple of lovers. Billy felt hurt and excluded when they didn't duck into the barn to look for her. They had forgotten all about her! How could they be so happy when she was so miserable?
If Billy could have read their minds, she would have known that she was not completely right. For his part, Gregg felt the presence of the young nymph everywhere, and could not forget the vision of her as he had seen her that morning, emerging from the barn followed by that goat, a nature's child, the color of honey . . . just the thought of her caused his so recently satiated dormant member to stir inside his pants.
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And Rachael, her feminine instincts sharpened by the change which had occurred in her that day, felt Gregg's unspoken interest in her younger sister. When they walked by the barn, she squeezed his hand hard to distract him, because she could sense that his thoughts had wandered in search of the girl.
Rachael tried to distract herself as well from her jealous thoughts. The constant feeling of sexual satiation puddled deep in her belly, reminded her repeatedly of what had happened a short time before, and all she knew now was that her life had changed tremendously in the last few hours and she didn't want to do anything to endanger the new happiness she had found. For the first time she had let a man get between her legs and make love to her, and now she wondered how she had gone so long without it.
And how could she now expect her little sister to do without it? That tumultuous moment when her orgasm had exploded within her body and mind had cleared away years of fear and bitterness and in one illuminating flash she saw what a lie she had been living. Yes, she was going to be a complete woman now . . . and she wouldn't want to deny her little sister the right to be a woman too.
But not with Gregg Aldrich, she thought, looking over at her new lover. By now they had walked beyond sight of the house, over a grassy rise that gave way to a field of mustard grass and wild flowers. Rachael knew that he had come to the farm on business . . . that he wanted her to sell the farm. Well, maybe she would . . . maybe she would, and go off with him to the City . . .
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Back in the barn, Billy's Mouth set in a firm pout as she resolutely wiped the tears from her cheeks. So what if her sister had forgotten about her! She was thinking. She looked happy, there was no denying that, and if she was happy without her little sister, then who needed her? Or Mr. Aldrich. They could have each other, she thought angrily. But even as she said this, she knew she was lying to herself. The impressionable young girl had begun to form a teenage crush on the suave young man who was so unlike anyone she had ever seen. She felt betrayed by her sister's involvement with him, and was furious that he had chosen bony old Rachael instead of her to be friends with.
Well, she still had Stanley, she thought, hugging the shaggy goat to her. Her own shameless part in the day's sin-packed events and of letting him lick her pussy no longer weighed so heavily on her heart. Feeling better now, she began to remember the joyful parts of her existence. How she loved this place, this barn, these animals. She could communicate with them as she could to no other human beings.
She jumped up, remembering that if she were deserted, then it meant she was also free to do exactly as she liked. "The first thing I'm going to do," she said aloud to the goats, "is to never wear any stupid old clothes again!" Saying this she reached down and in one motion pulled the cotton garment up over her slender, smooth hips, past the soft swells of her firmly developing young breasts, and over her tangled mass of light brown hair. She flung the shirt into the air and laughed as it floated down and fell in a heap in a pile of hay.
Shafts of sunlight filtered into the barn through cracks between the boards of the walls, and she skipped and danced from one dusty ray of light to another, filled with an almost pagan joy of being alive. Laughing, she danced and dodged the goats that had begun to chase her around the barn, kicking up straw, placing a clump of it on her head like a crown, throwing it into the air and letting it rain down on her head.
All at once the goats stopped and watched as her playful, nymphet skipping became a different kind of ritual. The young girl felt the change occur herself. She became more concentrated, more serious in her movements, a vague intuition that had been building up in her unaccustomed conscience. She could work them out through her body, she knew, and she began to dance in earnest.
She made the dance up: there was no particular step to it, or any particular form. It began as great swooping movements that led her to swing by her hands around a center post, then swing from a rafter in the roof level with the low loft. .
She began to sweat with her exertion in the heat of the barn in the afternoon, and the dance became more sensuous, her twisting naked torso writhing, her breasts thrust forward, her arms floating at her sides as she danced on and on. Her honey-brown hair swirled around her naked shoulders and whipped across her breasts, teasing her nipples into tautness. She danced with a newfound grace, the jumpy, staccato movements of her childhood smoothed out into curved attitudes and sensuous sways of the hips.
Her audience of goats sat and stared at her from a corner of the barn, a solemn, strange little congregation, chewing their cud while their mistress performed for them, their big brown eyes wide and unblinking. Finally, Billy's arms shot up above her head, and her long, lithe body leapt into the air on pointed toes. When she landed, she collapsed down into the hay in exhaustion, chest heaving, her sweat cooling her as it evaporated from her nubile young body.
She had never danced that way before, and she felt now that her body was a truly integral part of herself for the first time since she had been aware. She could smell the odor of the hay as if she had never noticed it before, and the goats and the barn looked new. Curiously, the young adolescent raised her head and looked down at her body as if it were the first time she had ever really seen it.
She passed one hand over her still belly up toward her breasts and marveled at the wave of tiny prickling sensations that followed her fingers like the wake of a boat. Propping herself up on one elbow, the curious young girl reached down and unashamedly parted her silky pubic fuzz with her fingers, looking at the tiny nub of her clitoris nestling between the pink smoothness of her shaved looking upper vaginal lips. Extending one finger, she pressed experimentally down on the little button, unprepared for the bolt of pussy-moistening excitement that' suddenly shot through her naked loins.
"Oooh," Billy gasped aloud and took her hand away. But it was almost as if she had turned on some irrevocable switch, because now her body throbbed with a quivering need that she was unable to control. It was then that Billy noticed that Stanley had left the other goats and was standing above her watching her, a stranger wild gleam burning in his animal eyes. Suddenly all the obscene visions of what happened on the porch that afternoon came flooding back into he girl's brain, maddening her tormented mind with images of the lewdly fucking bodies of the city fellow and her sister on the squeaking old couch. . . and the licentious touch of Stanley's searing animal tongue up between her widespread young thighs.
All the guilt she had felt then seemed strangely out of place in this peaceful barn where there were only the animals and her, and instantly the aroused teenager knew she wanted once again to experience the climactic rush of feeling that Stanley had given her when he had licked her to the first orgasm of her entire life. Billy felt an additional lewd jolt of perverse desire when she realized that it was no doubt her own suggestive dancing that had inflamed the obvious aura of animal lust that was so easily visible in the billy goat's eyes.
The lust - filled girl lay back on both elbows with a helpless little groan of submission, spreading her long thighs apart to reveal the seething furrow of her nakedly exposed cunt to the goat's almost human eyes.
"Come on," the girl begged, and at the same time her own hands moved sensuously across her belly, gliding around in teasing little circles until they had reached the white swells of her heaving breasts.
"Come on, Stanley. It's just us here now," Billy moaned, "it's all right, Stanley, come on..."
Her fingertips moved delicately upward to find her hardening nipples. As she dug harder and harder into her own flesh, the excited girl's whole body gradually began to respond to the waves of unsatisfied longing that raced down from her swelling breasts. For a moment, the young girl became lost in her own touch, almost forgetting the goat was there. But then she looked up to see his animal eyes on her, a look in them she had never seen before. That was when she was certain he was going to do it to her, going to lick her as he had that day.
Whimpering, the helplessly aroused little virgin let her trembling thighs fall even further open, longing to have the fires raging up inside her quavering loins extinguished by Stanley's hotly licking tongue.
Cautiously, slowly, the billy goat moved forward between Billy's widespread legs, sniffing at the piquant scent of female arousal that filled the air. But to the eager teenager's amazement and disappointment, instead of driving his head between her thighs, Stanley began to lick instead at Billy's satin-smooth belly. But her baffled frustration was short lived, because each hot swipe of the goat's tongue pushed her naked pliant flesh before it in tremulous ripples of salacious sensation.
"Mmmmmm," Billy gasped as the animal licked higher and higher until his huge head was nuzzling at her breasts. The naked girl sucked in her breath as Stanley slithered his hot wet tongue over her painfully hard little nipples, making her breasts tingle with ever-mounting intensity. .Her eyes glazed with rampant lust, the beautiful teenager stared down at where Stanley's big hairy head loomed close to her writhing body. Instinctively the goat's long wet tongue shot out again, this time to lave over the girl's half-parted lips, flooding Billy with almost as much lascivious delight as when it - had played over her nakedly quivering breasts. Shamelessly, passionately, the aroused girl extended her own tongue so that it intertwined f9r a moment with the goat's longer one, sending renewed bolts of pure sensual ecstasy rocketing through her wantonly responding body.
Stanley reveled in the stimulating taste of his mistress's darting tongue, and then suddenly he was reminded of that other piquant scene he had sampled just hours ago. With that memory goading him on, the goat backed away from his young mistress's open mouth, and dropped back down between her invitingly open thighs. Looking up inquiringly, the instinctively driven animal waited for some sign from the panting girl that he could go ahead and drive his tongue over her moistened pussy. It was a moment before Billy realized what the goat was waiting for and then she blurted out, "Yes, go ahead, Stanley, lick me, lick me again like you did today." Then her eyes opened wide in hypnotized awe as she watched his powerful horned head move purposefully toward her waiting vagina.
Aaaaaaaah, "the young virgin gasped as the goat's furry beard brushed the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Then he snuffled experimentally through her passion-soaked pubic frizz, driving her to a fever pitch of" excitement as his cool damp nose gently, teasingly glided over the quivering cunt-flesh beneath. She could not deep her loins from bucking forward, trying to impale themselves on the billy goat's probing nose, until at last the goat's searing tongue snaked out once again and buried itself deep into her seething pussy-slit.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" Billy cried out involuntarily as her back arched like a bow under the stimulus of Stanley's maddening oral assault. All of the beast's attention centered on the proffered cuntal folds spread before him. The animal began to lick in earnest now, his hotly digging tongue slicing relentlessly through the quivering wet vaginal flesh, each thrust bringing a deep low moan from the girl on the hay. Billy thought it would never end each hot burning swipe of that tireless tongue seemed in itself to take an eternity, making the writhing teenager lift her pelvis up off the ground, trying desperately to get every inch of the goat's animal tongue embedded in her hotly squirming cunt. She could feel it start at her tiny, nakedly flexing anus, then thrust deeply between the now hotly dripping vaginal flanges, then dragged tauntingly over the sensitive little bud to her palpitating erect clitoris. The hopelessly inflamed adolescent desperately lifted her legs high up off the pile of straw and pressed her knees tightly against her breasts, pushing the firm white mounds flat under the pressure, until her obscenely wide-splayed cuntal cleft was offered up in defenseless sacrifice to the slavering animal above.
"Yes, Stanley, oh, don't stop," Billy moaned almost to herself as the goat took full advantage of her lewd position and drove his scorching tongue ever deeper up into her quaking young cunt-hole. Billy knew she was going to cum now - she could feel an unquenchable fire growing deep up inside her already' hotly churning belly. Yes... just another few seconds.
Then Billy looked up in complete dismay as she suddenly became aware that the voracious licking of her feverishly hungering young pussy had stopped. Stanley was slowly backing away from between her upheld thighs. Lowering her legs in agonized disappointment, the anxious young virgin spoke pleadingly to the billy goat.
"Stanley, oh please don't do this to me. Please don't be mean! Just lick me a little more . . . oh please!" she gasped out, afraid that she would be left unsatisfied. And then her tormented eyes widened in shock as the animal backed away another step and she saw it . . . his scarlet animal-cock!
Breathlessly the young girl gaped at the size of the glistening shaft that was slowly emerging from beneath the goat's belly. The dripping tapered end dangled and swayed into ever growing hardness before the breathless teenager's unbelieving eyes, and she realized she had not been the only one aroused by the goat's debauched licking of her cunt.
The pungent taste of stimulated female flesh, combined with the transmitted power of his mistress's wild sexual excitement, had left Stanley confused and overwhelmed by the answering pressure in his own loins. The goat backed away, standing before Billy's staring eyes, waiting, hesitating, his blood-engorged animal cock growing longer beneath him with each passing second.
For a few seconds, Bill could not think at all, fascinated by the sight of the erect bestial penis, and at the same time gradually becoming aware of the pure sensual hunger that the pulsing animal-cock was causing deep up inside her virginal cunt. The mesmerized girl let her imaginative mind slowly submerge itself into a lewd yearning before realizing with sudden shock the despicable nature of the idea that was building in her mind, an idea too obscene for even the most depraved person to ever consider listening to. She wanted her pet goat to fuck her! Yes, fuck her with that huge inflamed cock that now stood stiffly out from its furry sheath, the cock she had helped harden by allowing this animal to lick her naked spread cunt. A titanic struggle began in the girl's confused and over stimulated mind. Why not? She thought. No one would have to know. And then immediately Billy realized that she would know and the frightened young virgin was afraid that such, a memory might be more than she could live with. Shame grappled with sexual hunger as the young girl tried to think rationally, but she was far past the ability to reason.
Come on! The nerve endings of her hotly flaring cunt walls screamed get on with it! You let him lick you! What's the difference! And with a little helpless whimper, the naked teenager turned over and got up on all fours before the now hungrily whining animal as she had seen the female goats do. She looked back at the animal, her eyes locked on the gleaming drop of seminal fluid that glistened at the tapered point of the goat's bloated cock-shaft. Then she looked away, shamelessly offering her buttocks to the waiting animal like a female goat in heat. All hesitation gone now, excitedly aware of the obscene nature of the act she was about to perform, Billy looked back again and hissed in the lewdest words she knew: "Come on, you old goat. Fuck me! Stick your beautiful cock in my cunt, and fuck me until I cum!" Stanley immediately understood her tone if not her words, and the big animal stalked forward, his huge penis jerking and dancing beneath his hairy torso as he moved. And if Billy's verbal invitation hadn't been enough, the goat could never have mistaken her depraved intentions as the girl reached back with her small hands on either side of her ass cheeks to spread her cunt lips lewdly apart, presenting the fuzz-fringed opening of her tight little pussy-hole to the eager animal's gaze.
The goat scrambled up onto her nude raised young ass cheeks, his strong furry legs gripping tightly around Billy's sleek smooth torso. And then Stanley was not quite sure what to do next, never before having fucked a human female. All instincts told the excited animal to bury his ready cock deep up between Billy's expectantly quivering ass-cheeks, but he couldn't find the entrance. Slipping in the warm wet cleft between the crouching teenager's buttocks, time and time again the scarlet tip failed to enter his mistress's widely held cuntal slit.
Sobbing with frustration, the kneeling youngster was finally forced to reach back under her body with one hand to take the goat's lust thickened penis in her fingers. Stanley whimpered as he felt the encircling pressure of her hand against his cock, and Billy guided the rigid scarlet shaft slowly forward, inserting the tapered tip between her passion-swollen pussy lips, planting the distended male flesh directly against the opening to her never-before-fucked vagina.
"Ram it in," she gasped lewdly over her shoulder to the goat. "Come on! Fuck me! Fuck your goat cock into me, Stanley!" Sensing finally that he was at his long-sought goal, the powerful goat only did what nature demanded: he started to fuck!
Mercilessly his huge pole of scarlet hardness bored upward into the sagaciously kneeling teenager's virginal pussy, never stopping until his sperm-bloated balls slapped up against. Billy's tightly clenched cuntal furrow. As soon as the animal sensed his complete penetration of the girl kneeling before him he began to ram into her with shattering jack-hammer drives, as he fucked savagely into Billy's now futilely cringing vagina.
"Oooooowwwww!" the stunned girl cried out, totally unprepared for the sudden sharp pain that exploded in her impaled pussy at the goat's first cunt-splitting inward fuck. Instinctively she tried to crawl forward to escape the cruel puncturing of her hymen, but found she could not shake loose Stanley's powerful forelegs that clamped vise-like around her body. As she tried to move forward, the goat followed, rigidly walking on his hind legs, never missing a staccato stroke as he continued to madly fuck up into the wailing, cock-impaled little girl.
From the corner, the wide eyes of the goat herd watched the strange spectacle. They were curiously still, except for their mouths which still ceaselessly chew at wads of hay. And the goats were not the only creatures to be awed by the incredible sight: Gregg Aldrich stood at the entrance to the barn staring in transfixed disbelief at the lust-inciting scene in the pile of straw just a few yards away from him.
Chapter Four
Gregg and Rachael had not taken a long time on their walk. They had spent only a few minutes at the top of the grassy knoll overlooking the rolling hills and woods to the west.
"It's beautiful here," Gregg had -said, squinting out at the view. "It's hard to believe the city's so near here isn't another house in sight.
"That means no one can see us, either," Rachael said, smiling up at him and giving his hand a squeeze. She could feel a wild tingling between her legs even as she uttered the words. "Does that give you any ideas?"
In answer Gregg reached over and tousled her hair. Laughing, he said, "Hey, what are you trying to do? Wear an old man out? After an afternoon like that, a guy needs a little rest . . . and some food. I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach. He looked back in the direction of the barn. Some part of his mind was still on Billy.
"Well, let's go back and I'll fix something to eat," Rachael said. "I'll show you around the place later."
"You go back," Gregg told her. "I'll come to the house in a little while. I'd just like to sit here for a minute and soak up some of this peace and quiet."
Rachael was disappointed, but didn't push him to come with he_. She didn't want to boss him around... she knew instinctively he wouldn't like it. Instead, she smiled bravely, took a deep breath, and ran back to the house to fix supper.
Strange thoughts pursued her as she ran. . . there was something preoccupied about Gregg Aldrich's manner. . . the business of selling the farm, perhaps. . . or was it . . . no, it couldn't be . . . Billy? She tried to dismiss the suspicion which fluttered in her stomach as she passed the barn, that maybe Gregg was preoccupied with thoughts of her little sister.
"Why, she's barely more than a child," she told herself, and forced herself to walk on. But even as she thought this, she knew deep inside that there was some truth to the idea. She, too, had noticed that changes were occurring in Billy. Meanwhile, Gregg watched Rachael from the top of the hill. He saw her hesitate outside the barn momentarily, and was relieved when she walked on up to the house. He waited until she was inside the screen door, and then he headed down the hill himself.
Gregg was also aware that Billy was just a child, but he had to admit that she attracted him, arousing feelings in him of a strange desire that he had never felt before. He had never seen anyone like her . . . she was like an untamed animal . . . a wild child. He told himself that he just wanted to watch her, to look at her.
But when he reached the barn and saw her strange, erotic dance it took every ounce of his control to keep from rushing in and fucking her, right there on the hay. His eyes studied every bit of the nubile, naked body as it spun dizzily around between the shafts of light in the rustic barn. When Billy totally collapsed in exhaustion in the hay, her curvaceously developing young body covered with shimmering perspiration, her, firm, pert breasts heaving. . . it was torture to Gregg who had to keep reminding himself that she was just .a child. . . a twelve year old child...
He was astounded when Billy let the goat lick her sweat-soaked young body. But he could hardly believe his eyes when she opened her legs and began to writhe lasciviously under the billy goat's flicking tongue. He had to choke back a gasp as his staring eyes saw the youngster kneel up on all fours in front of the goat, her eyes wild and shining with passion.
The young businessman took in the perfection of the young girl's smooth round buttocks as she knelt before the goat. He saw the honey-colored pubic fuzz nestling up between her slender thighs, totally soaked from the goat's saliva and her own freely flowing cuntal fluids. He finally understood what the girl was after when she suggestively raised her tightly swelling ass-cheeks and begged the animal to fuck her!
Gregg hardly dared breathe as he watched from the edge of the doorway. With unbelieving eyes he saw the goat mount the girl's obscenely presented buttocks" believing that it had to be impossible for that huge scarlet goat-cock to fit into the tiny pink opening the young virgin was offering back to the blindly aroused animal. To Gregg's surprise, he found that his own magically hardened cock was in his hands, although he had no memory of having unzipped his fly to work it out through the opening. He rhythmically stroked his male flesh into greater hardness as he watched this lust-provoking scene unfold just a few feet away from him in a corner of the musty barn.
For one long moment Gregg saw the goat's swollen scarlet cock poised at the opening to the naked twelve year olds hotly quivering young cunt, held there by her own trembling fingers, and then without warning the goat's bloated shaft disappeared from view, driven deep up into the young girl's eagerly squirming cuntal flesh by the animal's powerfully muscled loins. It was not a surprise to Gregg when Billy cried out in pain; the only wonder was that her tender young pussy had been able to swallow up that whole monstrous animal-cock at all.
Maybe, he thought, he should try to rescue her. Maybe the goat's hooves would dig into her and hurt her; perhaps the huge penis would split her little pussy up inside . . . if in fact she was a virgin. Maybe, Gregg thought lewdly, maybe she made it with the goat all the, time! Gregg began to pump his own heavily distended cock more rapidly as he watched the naked girl kneeling nakedly before the animal's frantic humping, constant little cries and pleading whimpers coming from her throat.
Having tried to no avail to escape the agonizing impalement of Stanley's hugely driving goat cock, Billy knew that there was no turning back now. She would have to go on to the end no matter how much it hurt, go on until Stanley emptied his hot animal sperm deep up into her wide-stretched little pussy hole, his feral passions finally satiated by the release of his bestial sperm up into the once-virginal confines of her cruelly stretched cunt.
The pain-wracked little girl tried to open her thighs wider behind, hoping it would give the panting beast easier access to her savagely impaled vagina. Even so, Billy could feel that huge fleshy staff ramming again and again like a rubbery pile-driver deep up into the never before used depths of her pussy until it felt as if her narrow little cunt walls were going to be split wide open. Low shuddering moans escaped in a continuous stream from lips pulled back over her glistening white teeth as Stanley's hairy animal loins thudded resoundingly into her widespread buttocks again and again, each fierce advance shoving that merciless scarlet spear another fraction of an inch deeper up into her defenselessly upraised cunt.
Then to her surprise the whimpering teenager found that it wasn't hurting so much any more. In fact, it felt . . . nice! Little by little the pain-filled expression on the girl's lovely young face was transformed into a stare of blind passionate acceptance as she crouched in helpless submission before the excitedly humping animal. Then, almost without warning, the pain was lessening and Billy felt her hips begin a mindless automatic motion back against the invading goat's penis, and in another moment the suddenly desirous young woman was twisting her buttocks in lewd circles of abandoned passion, mew ling and moaning in lascivious pleasure.
Wow! She was thinking, if this is how it feels to be fucked, then she could understand why her sister had acted the way she did with that city man. A finger fucking up into it could never do this for a girl; no, it took a cock, a living male penis, even a goat-cock like the one that was fucking up into her cunt from behind with more fury than she had ever thought possible.
Billy tried to look back under her body to watch her goat's wetly thrusting cock disappearing up into her tightly grasping young cunt, but could only see his hairy canine balls as they swung repeatedly down against her tender swollen clitoris, causing additional sharp jolts of pure licentious delight to course madly through her naked body. With one hand the straining girl reached back toward her own pussy and let her fingers encircle Stanley's slippery wet cock as it sluiced hotly in and out between her sensitively swollen cunt lips, at the same time greedily digging her knuckles into her own sex-wet flesh.
Billy felt a rush of depraved gratification rush across her body as the full realization of what she was doing dawned upon her passion-clouded mind. The thought of crouching shamelessly on the ground, offering her virginal young pussy to a panting animal to be fucked until he came in her would have added another dimension of lust-filled depravity to the sensations that were already ravaging her wildly aroused body if she had been some other girl. But she was so uncorrupted, so innocent of normal criteria for obscenity, that once she'd begun it, being fucked by a farm animal seemed logical and natural.
Gregg, however, was stimulated by the perversity of the unnatural scene before him as he lecherously watched Stanley's thick goat cock disappear with ferocious pressure up into the young teenager's squirming pink pussy hole. His hand was wrapped tightly around his own massively erect penis.
"Oooooohh, ooohh, ooohh," he heard Billy chant in abandoned ecstasy as she screwed her buttocks back down against Stanley's excitedly driving loins. Gregg continued to pump his own cock with increased vigor as he watched the wildly changing expressions flicker over Billy's passion-distorted face. The moaning girl was obviously completely enraptured by the vicious animal-fucking she was receiving from behind.
While Gregg watched, he found that the stroking of his own blood-filled staff had taken up the same tempo as Stanley's cock fucking rhythmically into the teenager's tight pink cunt before it. The young man could see the goat's wetly glistening shaft fucking relentlessly in and out, drawing forth the virgin's clinging vaginal flesh on the outstroke and ramming it back up inside each time the big animal lunged forward. But the most exciting thing to Gregg was the animalistic way that Billy bucked her ass-cheeks; back to seek hungrily the hard red staff that was plunging deep up into her hotly seething little belly.
Never in his whole sex-packed life had Gregg Aldrich seen a female so passionately involved, so lost in lust, and he knew that somehow, her age not withstanding, he had to get his hands on her right now no matter what it cost.. What the hell am I doing standing here anyway? He asked himself, with that sweet little girl in there so hungry for cock! It hardly seemed sensible to the watching man's tortured, titillated brain that he should be having scruples about fucking someone as young as she was and meanwhile there was her pet billy-goat humping her for everything it was worth! To hell with all that, he thought, I'm not going to stand here pulling my own hungry cock while a goddamn goat gets the wildest piece of squirming cunt I've ever seen!
Billy did not see him approaching. Her mind was swimming as she felt each new thrust from the slaving billy-goat into her already passion- flooded little belly. From time to time, she remembered what had happened that morning with Pete Parker, his erect young penis and how it had pressed demandingly against her naked belly. She remembered the shock she had felt then, when the over-excited boy's love starved cock had exploded all over her, covering her naked pussy fuzz and thighs with its warm, wet semen. How wrong she had been! If she'd only known how wonderful a cock could feel fucking deep up inside her cunt, she would have begged little Pete to shove his adolescent penis up into her seething pussy.
Just about when she was thinking of Peter Parker's rigid penis, she opened her eyes to see an enormous cock, twice the size of Pete's throbbing straight out in front of her startled face! It was Gregg, who had lithely dropped to his knees in the straw in front of her.
"What are you doing here?" the startled girl blurted out and tried to stumble to her feet, but Stanley's powerful thrusts from behind fucked her easily back to the ground.
"What are you doing here is a better question," Gregg said in an easy voice that reassured the young girl. "You seemed to be having such a good time with your, uh, friend, here, that I thought I'd join the party."
As soon as Stanley had seen Gregg move into the space around him, a mean look came over his face, and he put his head down as if to get ready to butt the man clear out of the barn, but Gregg's voice was smooth and calm and he made no menacing moves; besides, Stanley didn't want to relinquish his position with his long scarlet cock ramming into his nakedly kneeling little mistress. So the horny animal simply returned to the task before him, redoubling the force of his wild thrusts into the sweet-smelling body of the young girl before him. But all the while, he kept his eyes on Gregg.
Billy didn't know what to do. She wanted to scream at the stranger and make him leave, but she didn't want him running to tell Rachael. She didn't have long to think, however. Just then she was caught unprepared by Stanley's harder, quicker thrusts.
"Oooowwww! "She cried as the ever swelling animal cock pounded deep into her ravaged young cunt walls. For a moment her big eyes unfocused and she stared off into nothingness. And then, all of a sudden, it didn't matter that someone was kneeling before her, just so long as the pistoning goat-cock continued to fill every inch of her now greedily clenching pussy lips. And now there was a new cock in front of her, the cock of that handsome man she'd been thinking about ever since she laid eyes on him. A new burst of lascivious thoughts flared up in her sex enthralled brain. Maybe she could get this man to agree not to tell her sister. Maybe there was something she could do to convince him he shouldn't. . .
"Oooh, Mister," she managed to gasp out between thrust of Stanley's rampaging cock. "You aren't going to tell my sister about this, are you? Ooooh, I . . . I'll do anything you want if you won't, Mister."
"All right, you sweet, innocent little thing," Gregg smiled at her. "We'll keep it between you and me . . . and this." Then Gregg moved his lust-bloated cock even closer to the young twelve year old girl's fascinated eyes. She worried momentarily that she had angered the man by trying to make a deal with him. Maybe he wouldn't have told anyway. Maybe he was her friend, too. But she didn't have much time to think, with the goat-penis spearing salaciously up into her hotly responding cunt, and now this huge, rigid cock jutting forward out of the coarse hair covering the stranger's loins so close to her face.
Just the size alone was enough to overwhelm the helplessly panting girl. It looked big enough this afternoon, fucking into her sister's eager pussy, but from this close to her face it looked impossibly huge, and the biggest penis she had ever seen, on man or beast."
Tentatively, cautiously, Billy moved her hand up and encircled the great organ with her small hand. The excited girl pushed back the heavy foreskin, revealing the swollen, purple veined head, with a tiny drop of sperm emerging from its narrow slit, just as it had with Stanley's. I wonder what it tastes like? Billy found herself thinking, and then she realized she wanted that pulsating pole of male cock-flesh inside of her mouth - wanted to taste and savor the whole length of his throbbing penis - wanted to have it fucking her face the way her pet goat's cock was fucking her cunt! Almost imperceptibly, her lovely face moved closer . . . closer. . .
As he knelt in the hay before the lusciously naked little nymphet, Gregg could not keep a low groan from breaking from between his parted teeth caused by the sheer ecstasy of her touch. My God! It was too good to be true! She was actually going to suck it up into her beautiful little mouth! Gregg hardly dared let himself believe it, even though this young adolescent beauty was now squeezing and stroking his impatiently aching hardness. Although he didn't want to do the least thing to distract the young girl, he could not keep himself from reaching forward to gently stroke her lovely honey-colored hair, letting his fingers slide gently around 'to the back of her satiny neck. Then, with his hand on her chin, he slowly drew the teenager's passion-contorted face toward his lust-thickened penis.
"Yes, that's a good girl, Billy," he crooned gently. "Take it into your mouth, that's right."
"But . . . I . . ." Billy hesitated, looking up at him with wide, soft eyes. "What about my sister? I saw what you and her were doing. You're her friend, not mine." It wasn't that Billy didn't want to do what Gregg had so lewdly suggested, but she felt that if her sister found out, she'd be furious, and Billy knew what that meant.
"I like you both," Gregg answered as gently as he could. "I want to know both of you." Gregg's soft words eased Billy's troubled conscience, helped along by the mind-numbing fucking she was receiving every time Stanley drove his burning cock far up into her hotly shuddering pussy.
Why not? The young girl thought. If her sister could let him fuck her up between her legs, why couldn't she let him fuck her mouth? Suddenly Gregg's waiting cock became a distorted symbol of all the things her sister had always been privileged to do because of her age . . . and then a wave of maddened excitement swept over Billy. Here was a wild sexual thrill beckoning to her, and she would take it! She began to pull and stroke harder at the angry red staff in her hand, making Gregg writhe in blissful agony under her touch. Finally, unable to stand the temptation a moment longer, Billy flicked out her tiny pink tongue and let it glide warmly over the purple glands of the stranger's lust-inflated cock-head.
Gregg groaned loudly from the hot searing contact, his whole body spasming as the teenage girl before him began to run her tongue in hotly teasing little clitoris around the tip of his near-bursting prick.
The pungent tang of seminal fluid flooded Billy's mouth, filling her with a primeval lust that surged through her very blood. She let her hand slide down his smooth penis and then reached inside Gregg's open trousers until her fingernails were able to scratch lightly over the hairy, cum-bloated sac that held his testicles. Then she took Gregg's burgeoning cock in her mouth, feeling the veined underside of the glands slide erotically over her tongue almost all the way back to her tonsils. She began to suck slowly and hesitantly at first, not knowing quite what to do, her widely ovaled twelve year old lips clasping tightly around the prodding bulbous cock-shaft that was sunk so obscenely deep up into her hungrily salivating mouth.
Gregg let his weight fall back on his haunches, afraid that he was going to collapse from the sheer carnality of having his painfully churning cock in Billy's mouth. Circling his hand behind her head, he pulled, and her lips slipped down further over his passion-hardened penis, at the same time he was starting to fuck his loins up into the girl's face. The thick cock slid slowly in and out of the teenager's widely gaping mouth to the licentious accompaniment of wet sucking sounds that could be clearly heard above Gregg's hoarse groans.
The man from the city stared down at the wild child, hardly daring to believe that this alluring young girl actually had her soft, sensuous young lips locked as tightly around his deeply thrusting cock, that her tongue was snaking maddeningly around the lust-swollen head that was imbedded so far into her hot little mouth as if she were sucking on a rare, deliciously tasting candy. And if that wasn't enough, Gregg could look over her naked back beneath him and stare straight into the gleaming eyes of a long-haired billy-goat as it fucked furiously into Billy's now, even more hungrily squirming cunt from behind.
"Ooooh, yes, that's right, Honey, suck on it. Suck it. Harder, harder . . ." Gregg hissed as a feeling of raw sexual power swept over his brain.
It was a moment before Billy obeyed him. Her mind was still primarily riveted on the wild animal-fucking she was receiving from behind, but a new feeling of fascination began growing in her body at the thought of her nakedly kneeling body being impaled so obscenely between two demanding cocks, one animal and one human, at the same time. What would little Pete Parker say if he saw them? And what would her older sister say? She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and all at once she began sucking earnestly on Gregg's cock, demon-like, her head bobbing like a cork in rough water, swishing her tongue around and around the wetly glistening shaft, sliding in and out between her painfully stretched lips. It didn't matter what they thought, she suddenly knew. It was happening to her, not them, and a joy of being her own person permeated her body and brought mewling whines from her lips locked tightly around Gregg's relentlessly prodding cock. The two of them were going to pump their lewdly burning sperm into her, the man and the animal, pump it into both mouth and pussy until it overflowed back out from the two cum-filled orifices. And when that moment came, she wanted to cum with them, to explode in a pure flashing fire of wild, female pleasure.
Gregg groaned above her, his painfully swollen cock driving in and out of Billy's tender lips with an obscene wet sucking sound while he guided her head with his hands, his fingers entangled in her mass of silky young hair. Looking down, he could see her young girl's cheeks puffing while her head bobbed salaciously around at the end of his cock, her sleek naked body quivering from the heavy jolts each time her pet goat's wildly plunging cock fucked hard up into her sensuously steaming cunt from behind.
Jesus! This was too good to be true! Gregg had never dreamed of such a turn of events - two virgins - each beautiful in their own way, each his to fuck and suck and suck him. . . Christ, what a pair these sisters, lust-crazy, uninhibited natural woman . . . just an hour from the city on the sunny side of the hill, he laughed to himself.
Reaching down with one hand, Gregg fumbled beneath Billy's shuddering body, suddenly wanting to feel her swelling young breasts. Excitedly, he kneaded and squeezed the pliant flesh until the kneeling girl began to whimper slightly around his cock in her mouth. Grinning he tweaked and rolled the virginal young nipples until they were as hard as polished stones, his eyes misting over with lust as he shoved his aching cock upward in a frenzy, his lips twisting almost painfully with each jerking thrust into Billy's hungrily sucking mouth. The thought flashed through his brain that maybe these girls were the answer to his dissatisfaction with his boring life.
Billy's brain reeled ecstatically at the new thrill of sucking this handsome man's thick cock, her body a mass of sweating, - lust deranged child-flesh begging to be fucked until she couldn't move it any longer. Gregg was still massaging her. breasts, his fingers working so eagerly into the soft, sensitive flesh the panting girl didn't know whether it hurt or felt good, but all the same adding to the wild sensations spiraling through her loins and belly from every direction. Now she was reveling in the once-strange thought of sucking a stranger's cock. . . Sucking a cock for the first time in her life, while her own pet billy goat fucked her crazy from behind! Why hadn't she been doing this all these years? The young girl wondered. She ground her buttocks hard back into her animal-lover's rhythmically humping body, feeling tiny rivulets of moisture building between the hot crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing the liberated drops trickling slowly down the back of her thighs while the mounting pressure up inside her vagina signaled that something cataclysmic was about to happen soon deep up inside her seething belly. At the same time Billy tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever-expanding cock in her mouth, knowing that at any moment the man's heavily invading penis was going to shoot its thick waiting sperm deep into her throat... She wanted it yes; . . . God yes! She wanted it to fill her mouth so she could swallow the warm deliciously tasting fluid and send it burning right down to the pit of her belly!
All that Gregg was aware of was that Billy's moisture-filled mouth was -locked greedily around - his ever-growing cock as" he fucked relentlessly into her face. Two wild women! He was thinking salaciously as he fucked harder into Billy's mouth, watching her passion-twisted young twelve year old face while she sucked and licked the hardened shaft as though he had given her an all day sucker.
Gregg's gaze suddenly lifted and he found himself staring into the beady eyes of the bearded billy goat as it fucked like a demon into her pussy. If only Mr. Prince could see him now! He chuckled to himself. The old goat just wouldn't believe his eyes if he saw this budding child sucking my cock while her shaggy billy goat was screwing her from behind!
Jesus, he thought, maybe he didn't believe it either... maybe it was a dream, a hallucination . . . maybe his car had driven off the road and he had died and gone to heaven! But no, he was awake and alive all right, there was no doubt . . . no doubt about the huge animal face staring back at him with its almost human eyes and beard, mouth dripping saliva onto the smooth hollow of Billy's slender waist. . . no doubt about the wild light glittering in those strange animal eyes. . . no doubt about the scarlet cock fucking out of sight up between Billy's widespread ass-cheeks like a pile driver, and no doubt about the powerful shaggy body driving the girl forward onto his own cock which was just then plunging so viciously up into her hungrily working young mouth.
No, he was alive alright, and he felt that he was living at last, living the way he had always wanted to live. Gregg rammed his blunt-tipped cock far back into Billy's throat feeling her gullet ring give way for a moment and then snaps back tight around the back of his cock head as it surged deep in her throat walls. He could still see a small part of it, glistening and wet, making a lewd bridge between her tightly ovaled mouth and his own hairy loins. Jesus, he groaned to himself, full of wonder, she's got it lodged half way down her tiny throat and is loving every minute of it!
On each stroke his dark pubic hair lightly brushed the girl's billowing and hollowing cheeks, and this obscene sight made the agonizing pressure grow and grow within his cum-laden balls that were cradled in Billy's teasingly squeezing hand.
Billy was going out of her mind of the end of Gregg's cock, increasing her already unbelievable sucking until he was sure he was going to squirt out into her hotly flexing little throat any moment. His stomach muscles tightened until they felt as if they might snap, making him arch upward, pushing his painfully throbbing hardness further and further into her voraciously sucking wetness while he gaped at the soft, pink -ridges of lip flesh that pulled out from inside of her mouth, clinging greedily to his orally impaling cock.
Oh God, Gregg thought. It's time! I'm going to cum! Strangled noises forced their way up from deep in his chest and for a long moment his body went rigid so that Billy could feel every muscle in him straining against her face. Now Gregg's heavy cock was swelling convulsively, beginning to jerk and tremble uncontrollably. A moment of breathless anticipation raced through the teenager's mind making her suck all the harder on Gregg's heavily plunging rod of blood-engorged flesh.
Ow ... I'm cummmming.
"Aaaahhhh," Gregg gasped out while his hips began to slam desperately up into the adolescent's desperately working mouth, but all the time he kept his eyes on Billy's lust contorted face, staring eagerly at her greedily sucking young lips as a burning jet of white-hot sperm rushed up the full shuddering length of his heavily spasming cock shaft. And then the dam burst!
Billy vaguely heard Gregg mouthing obscenities while his throat-plumbing cock gushed forth load after load of searing semen that, flooded her gullet in a never ending stream, making her cheeks balloon ,licentiously outward as she desperately tried to keep up with the flow, swallowing the frenzied liquid in short, hungry little gulps. Fastening her mouth tightly around his feverishly pumping penis, the nakedly jerking girl continued to suck furiously as the hotly spewing fluid boiled copiously up out of Gregg's sperm-filled testicles and ran down the corner of her mouth, splashing and coating her desperately heaving young breasts with its hot, wet warmth.
The feel of Gregg's super-heated sperm rushing into her throat and belly triggered Billy's own shattering orgasm. With a liquidly choking moan she thrust her cock-impaled pussy' walls wildly back at the panting billy goat to suck up inside every last burning inch of Stanley's huge scarlet shaft ballooning heavily up inside her feverishly clutching cunt. Every muscle in her frantic young body contracted while erotic spasms of rapture tore through her belly and loins. She continued to gulp and suck at the human male's wildly cumming cock even as her vaginal muscles opened and closed in a powerful milking rhythm around the goat's bestially-spearing animal penis. Her buttocks tensed to rock hardness. Billy uttered another gurgling moan as every cell in her lust-tormented body seemed to explode in cascading sparks of pure, licentious ecstasy.
Seeing Gregg and Billy lost in the mindless throes of their mutual orgasm was too much for the eagerly fucking goat, and his own plundering cock began to shoot its load of animal sperm far up into the hidden recesses of his mistress's wildly contracting belly, one long hot seething jet of burning liquid that seemed to drill right up through Billy's insides, and again the helplessly maddened girl climaxed, moaning as she slammed her crazily exploding young cunt back frantically onto her goat's insatiably spewing hardness. His body lost in satiated exhaustion, Gregg fell back onto the hay, rolling clear of the obscenely couple pair and watched in amazement as Billy's orgasm went on and on, her naked young twelve year old body convulsing spasmodically. Struggling to his feet, Gregg stood swaying above Billy, seeing the animal cum gush wetly back out of her cunt which was still clasping and squeezing like a hungry, fuzz-fringed young mouth around the goat's rapidly spewing cock. Lewd, whitely shimmering streams of the slippery fluids were trickling down the soft smooth flesh of her inner thighs, dripping like egg-whites down onto the trampled straw below her feet, until finally the exhausted girl collapsed forward, her naked curved young buttocks still trembling wildly from the intensity of her orgasm.
The goat was standing next to Billy's prostrate body, his shrinking goat- cock rapidly shinning back up into its hairy sheath. Then he stood a step forward and began to sniff curiously at his little mistress warmly quivering flesh. Then, to Gregg's lecherous amazement, the big animal lowered his head and began to lap up the copious cum oozing from up between Billy's ample spread thighs, his long animal tongue lashing between the mounds of her buttocks, causing the girl to moan faintly as her wetly glistening flesh jerked sensuously under his touch. Finally the goat finished eating the last few traces of the pungent fluid and he walked over to lie down with the other animals who were still sitting, watching and chewing like people at a movie, gazing disinterestedly as Billy looked up at Gregg standing above her, an embarrassed smile spreading across her young face as her eyes came to rest on Gregg's moistly glistening cock which hung limply now out of his open fly. The goats watched as Gregg helped Billy to her feet and held her in his arms, picking pieces of straw out of her silky, semen-matted hair.
But the goats weren't the only ones beholding the tender, peaceful scene.
Chapter Five
After leaving Gregg, Rachael Starke straightened the cluttered farmhouse and started to prepare supper. She tried to stop thinking about where Gregg might be at that moment, but she could not think about anything but him. It wasn't until she was washing off the vegetables at the sink - fresh green and yellow squash - that she saw him. She was relieved that he had not gone into the barn. But what was he doing there for so long, she thought as she watched him standing at the entrance to the building. She thought she could see him holding something in his hand, but she couldn't make out what it was. She craned her neck up to the window over the sink and squinted . . . it looked like he was holding his penis! She realized with horror. It looked from here like he was stroking it!
No, it couldn't be true! She told herself. You're just imagining things! She stared at him from this safe distance for a long while, not believing her eyes and not wanting to. She could feel her heart sinking. What kind of a man was he to do a thing like that in broad daylight? What kind of a man had she let . . . let fuck her on the couch in her own living room?
She tried to tell herself that it was none of her business. Still it just didn't seem right to her what if Billy saw him doing that? It did not strike her as the sort of thing a twelve year old should see - even though she knew Billy had seen the animals fucking. Still this was a perverted act, her father had told her.
And yet she knew that a lot of things her father had told her had turned out to be untrue, like, that fucking was bad. She could still feel a slight, pleasurable tingle between her legs and she smiled to herself thinking that nothing that felt that good could be bad.
She put the washed and sliced vegetables in water and set them on the stove to boil, but when she looked out the kitchen window over the sink to see Gregg, she was startled and was even more horrified to see that he had disappeared.
She went to the front door to see if he was headed for the house, but there was no sign of him. She was panicked. Where had he gone? What if he was doing something with that big hard cock of his, to Billy? And so thinking, she raced out of the house, down the lawn towards the barn to investigate. When she got to the doorway to the barn where Gregg had stood just minutes before, she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Her worst fears were realized. The older sister stared in shocked amazement at the bizarre sexual scene taking place in the darkened barn.
Her little sister was the filling in the most obscene sandwich that she could ever have imagined: Gregg's swollen cock protruding from Billy's open mouth while her goat fucked madly up into her hotly twitching young cunt from behind! Rachael bit hard on her lip to keep herself from crying out in shock and surprise. She knew she needed a moment to get control of herself before she dared to do anything.
She didn't know what to do. A man who forced an innocent, twelve year old virgin into perverted acts like these was capable of anything, she feared. There was no knowing what he'd do if she rushed into the barn and forced the two of them to stop their depraved pussy and mouth fucking of her innocent young sister!
How could she have trusted him? She should have known that her father was right about sex . . . it was wicked, wicked in ways that were hard to describe, but were nonetheless irrevocably true. That Gregg had fucked her on the couch earlier was one thing . . . but this! This was more than Rachael Starke could accept! But another thought followed on this last one. It was more than a thought, it was a feeling. She had enjoyed Gregg Aldrich fucking her ears off. How could she deny her little sister the same pleasure? She began to wonder whether the little girl had been forced into it at all. For all Rachael knew she could have been fucking that little pet billy goat of hers for years. Maybe that was why the girl had cried so when it was time to sell Stanley. What kind of a name was Stanley for a goat anyway? Rachael asked herself.
Rachael took a closer look. She began to wonder how much a victim Billy really was. The uninhibited way the girl's body writhed between the two rhythmically fucking male cocks reminded Rachael of the way she had felt just a few hours before when the very same cock that was so deeply embedded up inside her young sister's mouth now had then been fucking in and out of her own all too willingly devouring cunt.
The longer she waited, the more difficult it became for her to make any decision about what to do about what she saw. What were these instincts to run out and stop this wildly perverted act? Were they protective instincts? Was she trying to save her little twelve year old sister? Or was she just jealous... jealous because she wished it was she who was being fucked wildly senseless by those two, hotly slithering poles of male cock flesh.
Just the thought of it set off an inexorable time bomb of tingling feeling inside Rachael's recently fucked pussy. She gasped a little and clamped her thighs together to try and kill the treacherous sensations building so hotly up between them, but the added pressure against her vaginal lips, still tingling from the beautiful fucking they had received that day only served to increase the fire that was beginning to' blaze out of control within her loins. The world seemed to dim around Rachael and she found to her horror that the lewd spectacle she was watching was actually arousing her traitorous body and making her cunt walls clench inward against each other deep up inside.
She fought against the thought, but she had to admit that there was something lust-inciting about watching the forbidden debauched scene taking place just a few yards from her. She remembered the exciting feel of the blood engorged cock that jutted so powerfully from Gregg's loins and slid wetly in and out of her sister's hungrily sucking young mouth. And Stanley's long red cock! Having spent her life on a farm, the sight of an animal's penis was no novelty to Rachael, but never before had she made the unnatural connection between a goat's cock and a woman's hungrily lusting vagina. . . particularly not her little sister's! If her father was there to see it he'd kill them both!
Rachael's eyes grew wider and wider as she saw that huge scarlet staff fuck relentlessly up into her twelve year old sister's nakedly receiving little body, disappearing up into Billy's hair- fringed cunt lips like a relentless fucking machine. It was hard to determine which cock was the more exciting - Gregg's fucking her mouth or the goat's fucking her cunt from behind.
Rachael was unable to stop herself from wondering how it would feel to be kneeling there on that pile of hay and to have the goat's powerful body driving his heavily glistening hardness up into the softness of her own cunt. There was no mistaking the way Billy's naked, twelve year old body was reacting to it. Suddenly Rachael was appalled to realize that she was wishing it could be her out there with the two males, their twin impaling cocks pinning her up between them like a roasted pig on a spit.
She fought bravely against - this lewd thought. Her protective instincts told her that her whole concern should be with the immoral act being committed upon her little sister, but the only thing off-center about that idea was that Billy seemed to be obviously enjoying everything that was happening to her.
Rachael found her eyes narrowing in concentration as she stared at her ripened younger sister and she felt suddenly as if she were really seeing the child for the first time in her entire life. She was no longer really a child . . . for a long time Rachael had pretended that she was . . . but now it was impossible to deny that the young girl was growing up.
With a twinge of jealousy, Rachael saw just how truly lovely her younger sister's body really was. The watching woman stared in awe at the way Billy's frantic fucking and sucking motions made her firm young muscles ripple in sinuous patterns beneath her smooth skin. The tight firm breasts that hung beneath her sensuously heaving torso didn't droop but jutted out as sleek and inviting as if she'd been standing. Rachael realized that she'd love to touch those breasts, caress them lovingly and lose herself in their softness.
But it was most of all the full rounded curves of her little sister's buttocks that attracted her gaze, and the soft pale pubic frizz that nestled invitingly where her long slender thighs merged in with the girl's sensuous loins. Rachael wondered how it would feel if she could gently trail her fingers through there. Would it be as soft and silky as it looked? Or would the most noticeable thing be the gentle pink vaginal lips that were now split wide by Stanley's thickly fucking goat-cock?
Rachael suddenly became aware that she was massaging her own breasts, fondling their ripe fullness through the cotton peasant blouse. She wanted to stop but she didn't know how, and the now panting woman groaned in defeat and began frantically pulling the elastic blouse further down, down over tips of her hugely sloping breasts which leaped free into the warm air, the pink nipples involuntarily hardening as the outdoor breeze softly caressed them into passionate rigidity.
Rachael's fingers flew up, their frantic heat working at the already stiffening nipples, pulling hard on them, forcing exquisite agony to race through her body. Her hands massaged her naked breasts and still she watched the lust-astonishing sight of her own baby sister being sensuously fucked in the mouth and cunt between a man and her pet goat.
It took only a few seconds for Rachael to realize that stroking her breasts, good as it felt, wasn't going to be enough for her. She needed more. She needed something that could make her forget for a moment the disappointing unfaithfulness of her lover, her jealousy for her sister . . . to make her forget the worst pain of all which was not the fact that the two masculine ravagers in the barn were committing unspeakable sexual acts on her own twelve-year old sister, but that they were doing it without her!
Because the truth was that more than any other thing, Rachael Starke felt left out. After all the work she had done all her life . . . raising her sister, caring for her father and the farm . . . this was how her sister repaid her. Certainly she deserved more! But she could not work up the courage to boldly walk in and demand what was hers demand to be a part of the wild, bestial orgy that was taking place just inside the otherwise peaceful barn.
Without thinking, she did what she always did when she was frustrated. Her hands sought out the solace of the warm place between her legs that now ached with the desire caused by the confused mixture of shame, lust and hope in her mind. Usually, her hand would have to snake into the tight waistband of her jeans, or through the side of her overalls, but today she wore a skirt to please her new lover.
She didn't think about it, she just slid her hand up her leg underneath her skirt until she reached her bare thighs. With her fingernails she trailed up the insides of her legs, shivering from the exquisite sensation against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. It was only now that the panting woman let her fingertips gently play over the smooth cotton expanse of her panties where they stretched tight over her pubic mound, giving the trembling Rachael's pussy was so wet from the salacious scene in the barn that she was able to begin easily fucking her stiffened fingers in and out, finding she got additional excitement from the wet sucking sound they made as they fucked up as far as they could fuck into the far, inner depths of her feverishly pulsating vagina.
Rachael's head slowly twisted from side to side as she desperately rammed her fingers time and time again up into her shamelessly quivering cunt, savoring the growing ecstasy of impaling her own genitals on the length of her fingers. The tempo gradually increased until the wet slippery fingers were flashing in and out of Rachael's vagina in a gleaming blur, causing a whirlpool of wicked delight to ricochet around deep up inside the ecstatically moaning woman's belly. She was racing towards climax, wanting to discharge her frustration and despair in a great, orgiastic explosion that would make her being fucked by Gregg on the couch seem like nothing. By now her head was twisting wildly, her cropped red hair rippling over her face, lust-distorted with the agony of her nearing climax. Her soft round breasts rose and fell and danced wildly from the pressure of her gasping breath and her coral-hued nipples jerked rhythmically from the maniacal force of her own fingers slithering wetly up into her ravenous pussy. How she wanted to cum - how she wanted to feel her vagina explode out and convulse in a wildly gushing torrent of sexual release.
In a desperate frenzy, Rachael worked another finger up into her voraciously working cunt, wincing at the sudden pain as her vaginal opening was stretched wider still, but she wanted her orgasm no matter what. She had to move slowly now, the three fingers together were more clumsy than the two had been, but there was no doubt that they filled her pussy almost as much as a man's cock. The laboring woman gasped and moaned aloud, and certainly would have been overheard if the three inside the barn had not been so immersed in their own lust-crazed fucking. But still the straining woman standing outside could not cum.
She almost wept with frustration now, and stopped her finger fucking, wanting to leave, wanting to give up and race back to the house, but the lewd sight of the excitedly humping goat fucking deep up into her little sister's eagerly absorbing young cunt kept her rooted to the spot. It looked as though Billy was about to cum at any moment now, the wild motions of her hips pointing to he lewd proof of her imminent orgasmic finish.
She must cum, Rachael told herself. But the motion of her own fingers was not enough, not with her standing there as she was. With a hungry moan Rachael pulled her fingers from her cunt and her eyes searched the ground for some object, something, anything, to use. Then she found it . . . a corn cob . . . a smoothly eaten ear of corn lying on the ground.
It was salacious, lewd, but there was nothing else to do. She turned away from the scene within the barn, and leaned back against the outside wall of the barn, spreading her legs wide while with one hand she parted the moistly throbbing lips of her pussy. With the other hand she guided the corn cob to its destination and winced a little at the initial stretching of her cunt-hole as she shoved it into her, high into the depths of her hot, wetly waiting cunt walls.
Instantly Rachael began to grind her greedily clenching pussy-hole slowly down around the penis-substitute in the age-old motion of sex, grinding her eagerly- straining pussy down onto the smooth, cock-shaped hardness within her as if it were a man's penis jutting from his loins. She shut her eyes tight and began to fuck herself in earnest, her hips meeting the lewdly thrusting rhythm of the ear of corn. With her free hand she rolled the nipples of her breast beneath of its fingers, first one sensuously swollen white mound and then the other. Faster and faster her hips churned, raising her pelvis and then grinding her pussy shamelessly down on the hardened shaft, driving it deep up into her torrid vaginal fissure at the same time rubbing her incredibly sensitive clitoris with the outstretched thumb of the hand that held it tightly up between her openly spread thighs.
Rachael knew she was going to orgasm long before it happened. She was waiting, wanting to cum with the sound of her little sister's cumming in the barn. She could hear the impassioned sounds of the three of them inside slamming their bodies against each other's mouths and genitals.
The moans coming out from around Gregg's cock told Rachael that her baby sister too was near orgasm. But it was a long whining animal sound from the lust-wracked body of the pet goat that finally triggered Rachael's long-delayed orgasm. And as she felt the first powerful climatic contractions of her cunt, Gregg's unearthly cry of release sounded out and Rachael knew he was pumping his burning sperm far up into her tiny sister's tender young mouth.
Rachael thought to jerk her hand from her breasts and cover her mouth to keep from crying out as wave after delicious wave of spasmodic convulsions exploded across her body, making her writhe uncontrollably back against the side of the barn wall, the ear of corn fucking deep up inside her still tight hotly flooding vagina.
Rachael, her orgasm subsiding slowly, was only dimly aware now of her little sister's helpless moans of passion as the younger girl's body was almost torn apart by the sheer intensity of her cataclysmic cumming.
Gradually the young farm woman became aware that it was very quiet now, and peeking around the doorway of the barn she saw Gregg bend over and help Billy to her feet, taking her in his strong arms. Somehow watching this show of tenderness for the girl, made Rachael more miserable even than she had been before.
Tears began rolling down her cheeks, and she was afraid she'd start to sob out loud if she didn't get out of there fast. With horror, she withdrew the wetly glistening corn cob from her still orgasmic twitching cunt and threw the thing to the dust at her feet. Seeing it only increased her misery, and she ran; ran for all she was worth up the grassy hill to the house.
The sound of the screen door slamming rang out like a shot and the young girl Billy, her pet goat Stanley, and the realtor Gregg Aldrich emerged from the barn when they heard it.
"What was that?" Gregg asked Billy.
"The screen door," the teenager said, tensing in shock when she remembered that her sister was somewhere around. "Oh no!" the horrified girl managed to choke out. "That could only have been Rachael. She must have seen us! She must have seen you and Stanley fucking me!"
"Now don't get all upset," Gregg coaxed the young girl. "Just because you hear a screen door slam, it doesn't mean anything. She could have been coming out of the house as well as going into it."
"Oh yeah?" the young girl wailed scanning the grounds around the house for a glimpse of her older sister who was no where to be seen. "If she wasn't going back into the house," she said to Gregg, "then where is she? Where is Rachael?"
Chapter Six
Billy refused to go up to the house with Gregg in search of Rachael. She was sure that her older sister would give her no end of grief, and Billy was not sure that she didn't deserve it. Not that anyone had ever told her outright not to fuck animals. It was just that if it was all right to do, then she would have seen her father and Rachael doing it all these years, and she never had.
"Nope," she said, shaking her head stubbornly. "I'm not going up there. And I don't want you to go either, Mister. You stay here in the barn with me. We can do what we did some more."
Gregg had a hard time extricating himself from the little girl's clinging arms. Here we go again, Gregg said to himself. It's even harder to get away from them than it is to get into them. At first Billy got angry-when Gregg told her in no uncertain terms that he didn't want to hang around the musty barn any longer. She began to flail at him with her tiny fists, and though she was powerful for a girl her size and age, she was no match for Gregg. He grabbed her small wrists and held her at arm's length.
Then the young girl tried the most ancient of women's wiles. She began to cry, hot, enormous tears coursing silently down her rosy cheeks from her big, hurt eyes. Shit, Gregg thought, he hated it when they pulled this one. He felt a pang of guilt - she looked like a small child when she cried - but then he remembered how she'd just been tough enough to take on a grown man and a horny old billy goat. Hell, he decided, if she can take that, she can take this too.
He sat her down hard in the straw, and walked out of the barn, tucking in his shirt as he went, trying not to let the muffled sobs of little Billy get to him. What if Rachael had witnessed that scene, he wondered. What would she say, do? He remembered how angry she'd been that morning when she had come upon Billy and that adolescent farm boy in the loft. He remembered how the wiry red head had belted the kid.
She better not pull anything like that with me, he thought. Still, the thought crossed his mind that she had a hot enough temper to do him some damage . . . and he didn't discount the possibility of a farm girl knowing how to put a shotgun to use.
But there was no point in putting off the confrontation. Sooner or later he was going to have to talk to the woman. They still had business to conduct. He hoped he hadn't ruined his chances of convincing her to sell the farm. Stupid to mix business and pleasure, man, he thought to himself as he walked into the house. The living room was empty. Perhaps Rachael had gone out somewhere. He sat down at the piano and started to play with one finger when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned around quickly to see Rachael coming out of the kitchen, a huge butcher's knife in one hand . . .
But the look in her eye, he saw with relief, was not murderous. It was, if anything, submissive and meek.
"I . . . I was just cutting up a chicken for your supper," she said. "It won't be long till we eat now. You like fried chicken?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Gregg said trying to sort things out. He had been sure that Billy was right, that Rachael had been spying on them, but for some reason she obviously didn't want him to know that she had seen the obscene three-way fuck the three had engaged in.
The young realtor wasn't aware of Rachael's guilt feelings at the way she had fucked herself up between her legs with the corn cob while shamelessly spying on the sordid coupling of Gregg, Billy and Stanley. The older woman was as much afraid of admitting she knew what happened as Billy was of confessing that she had vicariously participated.
Gregg was happy enough with the state of affairs, even if it did puzzle him. There could have been one hell of an ugly scene if Rachael had decided to confront him about what had happened in the barn.
Gregg diddled around at the piano for a while, letting the events of the day march through his brain in review. He had a feeling of discomfort, he realized, about the way things were going, a feeling almost as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Rachael had seemed pleasant enough, but there was something in her manner that let him know that she was tense, tense as she had been earlier that day before he had fucked the living daylights out of her on the couch.
And the little girl out in the barn ... Lord only knew that the hysterical twelve-year-old would do. She might tell her sister everything if he didn't; she could even tell her sister that he had forced her to suck his cock, forced her to let the billy goat fuck her. And it would be his word against hers. He realized these two country girls could make a lot of trouble for him if they wanted to.
And there was-more at stake than just staying out of trouble. He wanted something from these women, something that would insure his future success with his company. He needed their signatures on a bill of sale. He decided that he had to act. It was no good waiting for the boom to fall. But what could he do? He slid the piano bench back from the piano and glanced out the living room - window. The sky was streaked with pink clouds; the sun would be setting soon.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to the scheming young man and he jumped up from his seat, a broad grin on his good-looking features. He went into the kitchen and found Rachael at the stove, about to drop pieces of chicken coated with flour into sizzling hot oil.
"Let that wait for a while," he told her. "Let's go out to the hill and watch the sunset."
"The sun's gonna set whether we watch it or not," Rachael said, seemingly forcing the words out between her teeth. She was getting angrier and more resentful as time went on, as Gregg feared.
"All right," she said, wiping her hands on a towel and following him out of the room. The dirty bastard, she was thinking. What right, does he have to come in here, rape me and then fuck my little sister, and then come back in here sweet-talking this way! Slowly it was sinking into her mind that her feeling of guilt for what she had done with the corn cob existed only in her head. Neither Gregg or Billy could know that she had fucked herself with it while watching them screw, and she had every right then to feel resentment for the depraved things they had done behind her back: Slowly, she had been building up the courage to confront them both as she stood over the stove cooking.
She was annoyed at herself for following Gregg out of the house so willingly. But she would tell him, she promised herself, she would tell him while they watched the sun go down.
Gregg stopped at his car and opened the trunk, then took out two bottles of red wine and a corkscrew. Rachael's eyes widened. She had never drunk wine before - at least, not in years. Her father hadn't liked to have it in the house. But she remembered that her mother used to drink it, and, when Rachael was a little girl, her mother had let her have sips of hers. .
"I think I have some glasses here somewhere," he said, rummaging through some blankets in the trunk. "Right. Here they are. Take them, will you."
Mutely, Rachael took the long-stemmed glasses, her face forming a sullen frown when she noticed that there were three glasses. Feelings of jealousy for her younger sister crowded into her troubled mind, but she decided, finally, that she was glad that he wanted Billy to come with them. She would confront them both at the same time with her knowledge of their perverted acts.
It took some coaxing to get Billy to come out of the barn, and when she emerged she stepped hesitantly forward, looking guiltily from Gregg to her sister, thoroughly frightened of what might happen. She was amazed at the air of affected nonchalance both of them wore. What the hell was going on? She wondered.
"Come on, Billy," Gregg said cheerfully, "We're going to watch the sunset and drink some wine. Ever tasted wine?" he asked. Billy shook her head no, and followed the two older people up the grassy slopes to the crest of the
hill.
They settled in the grass, the silent trio, and the women watched Gregg take the strange looking instrument that was the corkscrew and insert it into the top of the long green bottles, first one, then the other, screwing the chrome object in and then pushing the two handles down, like arms, which somehow made the cork emerge.
As if performing some sacred ceremony, Gregg poured a little of the thick red liquid into one glass, swirled it around, sniffed it, then sipped, smacking his lips after he had swallowed it. "Ladies?" he said, and each of them lifted their glasses to be filled. He laughed as he watched them taste the strange substance, wrinkle their noses at first, take a second curious Sip.
"It tastes funny," Billy said, but she drank yet another gulp.
Gregg was sure he had made the right move. The purple hue of the sky created a peaceful atmosphere and soft light around them so that harsh thoughts and dissatisfaction were dissipated. It took only a couple of minutes before Gregg himself felt a mellow glow begin to steal over his brain and body from the heady wine, but he knew that it would be effecting the two uninitiated girl much more than it did him, and sooner.
Rachael was just about ready, however, to launch her opening verbal attack on Gregg, when all of a sudden she felt very strange. First it felt as if the grass beneath her had begun to move and spin. It took her a moment to recover from the initial shock, then once again she was ready to spout forth a stream of verbal abuse, but she realized she couldn't exactly remember what she was going to yell at him about. He looked so handsome lying there, his white shirt open nearly to the waist revealing his chest of curly hair. She suppressed a desire to reach out and touch him, and forced herself to search inside her foggy brain for what she wanted to say - she knew it had something to do with her memory of Gregg and the goat's and Billy's fucking, but the images themselves became so interesting to the inebriated woman that she just sat for almost five minutes watching the clouds pass by overhead, lost in the midst of obscenely vivid pictures of three bodies, two human, one animal, writhing together in the barn, and she felt the same trembling urging in her loins that had been so powerfully present when she had beheld the actual scene.
"More wine?" Gregg asked, offering the half-empty bottle.
"Yeah," she said, holding her glass out for a refill. "It . . . It's delicious," she muttered. She didn't understand why she felt so strange. One minute she'd look at Gregg and he seemed to be the kindest, most-well-meaning person she had ever met. And then the next minute, like when he poured her more wine, she found herself not trusting him, seeing him as evil, plying her with this dry liquid for some ulterior motive.
"I . . . I feel funny," she finally blurted out, dizzy, sick, you've poisoned me," she cried out, her eyes widening with terror. "You've poisoned me so you can have the farm!!"
Jesus, Gregg thought. She's gone psycho, paranoid. He'd have to talk to her, calm her and soothe her with his voice, the same as you'd do with a high-strung horse. He reached out to take her hand, but she jumped at his touch as if she'd been touched by a hot iron.
"Don't touch me," she screamed, but when she tried to get to her feet, she felt the ground lurch beneath her and she became reluctant to move. "You've poisoned me." You've poisoned me! What's in this glass, what is this stuff?" she demanded.
"It's nothing," Gregg said; "It's just wine. Made from grapes. The most natural thing to drink there is. It's good for you."
Billy sat on the other side of Gregg, absolutely astounded by what was taking place. She too was feeling strange, and watched her sister with new eyes. She had never seen Rachael so out of control, so hysterical and frightened. Bewildered, she sipped at the wine Gregg had given her. The more she drank of it, she noticed, the thirstier she got. It was funny stuff, but she liked it.
It made her body feel all warm and glowing as though she was drinking liquid fire. She had to laugh at the way it made her sister's and Gregg's teeth and lips purple. She couldn't stop giggling.
"What are you laughing at?" Rachael demanded. "What's so funny?"
But the little girl couldn't stop laughing. She lay back in the grass and held her stomach. She laughed so hard she almost made herself sick. The wine, on top of an empty stomach, made the young girl almost start to wretch. Gregg knew it wasn't serious, that she'd be fine in a minute, but Rachael was more concerned.
She stopped "being angry immediately as her motherly instincts overrode her jealousy and fury. She went over to her sister and held the little girl's head.
"She'd feel better," Gregg suggested, "if she took off that silly T-shirt she's wearing."
"You're right," Rachael agreed, and helped the young girl out of the flimsy shirt.
"Oh, yes," said the young girl, loving the way the cool dusk air felt as it swept over her feverish naked body. "Oh, that feels good."
"You know," Gregg said, "you'd feel better without your clothes, too." He reached out and slowly, deliberately, ran his fingernails up the sensitive inside of Rachael's upper arm.
All of a sudden, Rachael became intensely aware of her body. Sensuous waves of feeling began to throb where Gregg had touched her, hung there for a moment on her skin, and then began to move throughout her body, shooting first to her breasts, making them tingle and ache as never before, then down over her belly and into her shuddering loins until she felt that she was one vibrating mass of female flesh.
"Come on," Gregg coaxed. "Take off your clothes, too."
As if she was someone else, not Rachael Starke, she began undressing. She wanted to. She actually wanted to get naked. Billy watched from where she lay in the softness of the fresh grass with amazement when she saw her older sister let Gregg reach over and help her lift the peasant blouse she wore over her head. Next came the skirt, then the panties, and the little girl looked on avidly as the fire-red pubic mound of her big sister came into view, nestled snugly up between her white thighs. Billy realized with a jolt that the foremost thought in her mind was that her big sister's huge titties were the most lovely things she had ever seen and that she wanted, almost against her will, to touch them. She did not know her older sister Rachael was thinking the same thing about her.
But Gregg knew. He could see the longing look on Rachael's face as she stared back at her younger sister's naked body, and a lewd idea began to ferment in his brain. He'd drunk wine before, and seen women get drunk on it, too, but he had never seen it go to anyone's head as fast as it had these two non-drinking farm girls. He had the idea that they were sloshed enough to do anything he asked of them, if he handled it right. And he knew how to do that. It was Gregg Aldrich's business to be able to get people to do things that were not necessarily in their best interests . . . although he felt in this case they would all benefit from his suggestion.
"Remember, Rachael?" he asked. "Remember how it was today out in the Barn . . . with Billy on her hands and knees . . . remember how she moaned with the goat fucking her from behind . . . remember how big and hard and powerful his cock looked?" He paused while the two sisters' eyes locked. It was out in the open now. Both women knew that one had seen what the other had done.
Gregg continued his suggestive speech.
"Billy was so lovely her skin was so soft . . . her breasts so sweet to touch. You wanted to reach out and touch her then, didn't you? Wouldn't you like to touch them now... feel their firmness, their warmth . . .?" There was a longer pause this time . . ." And wouldn't you like to feel the goat's big cock fucking up into your own pussy? Imagine it, Rachael . . . the softness of Billy's little breasts and the feeling of being filled by a huge, hotly pussy-filling animal cock...
Rachael's answer was a helpless little whimper. She moved closer to her little sister and hesitantly reached out, her hand finally brushing lightly experimentally, over the younger girl's expectantly trembling nipple, making it spring into immediate life.
"Ooooooooh, Sis!" Billy half-sighed, half-groaned. Once again she felt incredible sensations streaming through her wine-sated little body. She didn't care that it was her older sister who was touching her. All that mattered now was the riotous warmth which was relentlessly permeating every living cell in her body.
"Come on, you two," Gregg ordered. "Don't be shy. You want to lie next to her, Rachael. Do it," he softly urged.
Rachael lay down next to the slender, nubile body of her. little sister in the tall grass, facing her, her beautiful, Kathryn Hepburn face just inches away from, her little sister's hair-fringed pussy while the older girl's red-haired loins were just as close to Billy's staring eyes.
Gregg backed off a bit from the two women and they quickly forgot about him, concentrating as they were on one another's naked bodies. Reaching down, Rachael let her strong fingers encircle her sister's firm young breast, marveling at the solid resiliency and velvety smooth skin.
"Oooooooooooh!" Billy breathed out, her body writhing automatically as the salacious sensations charged once again through her trembling nipples, right down to her quickly moistening vagina. She looked down at her sister's stroking hand, wondering how the familiar fingers, something she had seen so many times could fill her with such pleasure.
And for her part, Rachael was aware of her little sister's newly budded hard little nipples as they pressed into her palm, feeling an electric current that seemed to rush right up through her arms and fill her own neglected breasts with strong yearning. She closed her eyes so that her senses would be filled with the unbelievably vivid sensations filling her from her beautiful sister's naked breasts.
Gregg was lecherously grinning as he stared at the lust-inciting body of the beautiful, proud Rachael Starke as she lay naked next to her own sister, shamelessly running her questing hand over the younger girl's erotically trembling breasts.
Leaning close to the older sister, he bent low and whispered in her ear. "Open your eyes, Rachael." To Rachael, in her inebriated condition, the whispered words seemed to come from somewhere inside her own head, and her eyes flickered open in surprise. Just as Gregg intended; the first thing that met her gaze was the enticing sight of her baby sister's tight young pussy just inches from her face. The younger girl's" legs parted slightly as she writhed beneath her older sister's touch, and Rachael could clearly make out her light pink cunt flesh as it gleamed through the silky fringe of her sparse young pubic fuzz. Fascinated, the, older girl stared at the tiny drops of moisture glistening inside the narrow slit, obviously secreted by Billy's growing sexual arousal. Rachael knew she had to touch that soft, warm-looking flesh.
Her hand slid down over Billy's involuntarily contracting stomach and wriggled up between the girl's thighs before they had a chance to clamp together. Billy's eyes flashed open just as her older sister's finger slipped up into her hot little vaginal slit, wet and slippery with her cuntal juices. The startled girl gasped out in shock as the demanding finger wiggled further in until it sank up inside the gasping teenager's nakedly spread vaginal hole.
Billy froze in shock, stunned by the sudden irresistible stimulation of the finger thrust tantalizingly up into her hotly pulsing cunt. God, she thought, her confused mind struggling with a mixture of fear and lust_ her own sister was actually fingering her vagina, and it felt better than anything she had ever experienced!
"Billy," her sister breathed. "I - I want to do something. I want to make you feel good. Tell me you won't mind if I do it."
"Do what, Rach?" the naked girl asked, her lips trembling with emotion.
"I - I want to touch your pussy with my tongue. I want to lick you between your legs with my tongue until you cum. would you mind, Billy? Would you mind?"
"Lick me with your tongue?" Billy asked in shocked fascination, already half-insane because of the waves of forbidden pleasure caused by Rachael's finger as it moved in tentative little circles up inside the soft, warm, Jell-O -like walls of her open cunt. Oh God no, this isn't right. Oh, what would Papa say!
"Oh, please, Billy. It's all right. Really, you've got to let me. I want to put my head between your legs. It will make you feel good. I promise it will," Rachael begged, practically crying with desire.
Billy lay in stunned silence, her vagina practically screaming out in mad hunger as it sensed the promise of immeasurable arousal just inches away. Suddenly something exploded inside this sensuous young girl who had first learned about the possibilities of sex only a little earlier this same day. A long anguished shudder ran over her newly curved body and her voice spoke pleadingly: "Yes, Rachael, It's all right. Go ahead. Lick my 'pussy. Lick it and make it cum!"
Gregg Aldrich stood only a few feet away, a lascivious smile on his face as he watched the honey-haired teenager lift her top leg, bending it at the knee. This new posture opened up her moist little cuntal furrow to the full view of both himself and her older sister.
Fascinated, Gregg saw Rachael's head of reddish gleaming hair slowly lower toward the freely offered triangle, hesitate a moment, and then settle with one cheek resting on Billy's thigh, her lips less than an inch' from her little sister's wetly shining pussy folds.
Rachael was staring in fascination at the slightly flushed cunt lips that were so close to her hungering mouth, letting her eyes feast on the narrow pink inner flanges nestled up in between her openly spread young thighs.
At the same time, staring down at her older sister, never before experienced sensations were whipping out of control through Billy's hotly quivering nerves, her belly seething with perverse desire as she waited for the first contact of Rachael's mouth against her anxiously waiting vaginal flesh. It didn't seem right somehow . . . a woman doing that to her . . . and her own sister at that! But right now she didn't care. Across from the girl's eyes her sister's own shaded loins waited invitingly, tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from between her softly swelling pussy lips, a faint tantalizing odor of feminine arousal sweetening the air. But for now the expectant child wanted only to watch as her sister burrowed her head a little deeper between her thighs . . . and then. . . Oh! Oh! The first incredible rippling of sensation raced up through Billy's eager loins and over her shivering belly as Rachael's darting tongue shot out and played teasingly inside her sister's hot liquid slit that was already a seething cauldron of desire. With quivering thighs that excited girl demandingly ground her hungry loins upward, trying to entice the snaking tongue ever deeper up inside her openly throbbing little pussy-hole, but her sister withdrew for a moment, letting the tension build before once again sending her tongue out, this time to graze maddeningly over Billy's sensitively throbbing clitoris.
"Ooooooo! Oh!" Billy moaned, unable to keep silent. Her breath gushed from her lungs as Rachael began to run her tongue tauntingly over the opening to her hungrily clasping cunt. All Billy knew was how much she wanted that tongue up inside her like some tiny driving cock.
But Rachael suddenly deserted Billy's hot liquid depths and held back once again, just long enough to drive her sister to a near madness of expectation before finally lashing out with her tongue to flick it hotly against the teenager's erectly palpitating clitoris. Once more the writhing girl cried out in wild abandon, unable to control herself as the flicking, jabbing tongue ran in fiery little circles around her torrid cuntal cleft. And then to Billy's incredulous delight, her sister began to suck at her hot little clitoral bud, her lips circling the throbbing sensation button and at the same time giving it gentle nips with her teeth.
Once again Rachael's omnivorous ravishing tongue slid down the streaming valley of the younger girl's cunt, darting, shooting, far up into Billy's vagina, slicing broadly over the whole wide-splayed area of her excitedly writhing pussy, teasing at her blood-engorged clitoris.
Squirming and moaning in rapture to the wonderful mouthing of her sensuously burning cunt, Billy mewled and cried out as lewdly swirling sensations spasmodically burst through her lust-filled body. She began to pant rhythmically opening her legs as wide as possible and grinding her anxiously steaming young loins far forward to get the maximum contact with her older sister's eagerly probing tongue. Rachael too was gasping loudly in sympathetic passion, yet never letting her tongue lose contact with the seething mass of cuntal flesh, finally burying even her nose deep into Billy's warm moist vaginal depths.
That vast lascivious intrusion was the final trigger needed to set off Billy's impending climactic explosion, releasing the intolerable pressures built up inside her demonically convulsing little belly. "Oh! Oh! Oh! My-my pussy! It's . . . it's going to . . . cum! It's cumming! It's cummmmiinnnnggggggggg!" Billy chanted, the lust maddening words of her wildly bursting orgasm trailing off into a choking wail as ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, the sleek muscles of her belly sucking in like hotly working bellows and then going rigid as wave after wave of her uncontrollable orgasm buffeted her screaming insides into a churning whirlwind of sensuously exploding delight. Jerking, trembling, writhing, Billy was lost in a timeless expanse of pure wanton ecstasy, while Rachael never once stopped her ceaseless mouthing, refusing to end it, unable to get her fill of the hot gushing orgasmic juices that were spewing crazily out of her little sister's insanely twitching cunt.
Gregg watched his cock swelling within his pants to an impossible hardness. God, it was fantastic, he was thinking. He did good work, arranging this thing. It wasn't the work he'd been sent to this place for, but it sure was satisfying nonetheless, standing atop this grassy, purple-hued hill at sundown while two naked women writhed erotically around together in the tall grass in wild abandon, and it was all his. . . his. . . . His . . . and Stanley, the billy goats!
Chapter Seven
The goat followed Billy everywhere, and the crest of the Starke farm hill was no exception. He preferred, usually, to keep at a distance when more than one human being had gathered, liking instead to explore the high grass for interesting things to chew on. But little by little, he was drawn back, on this particular occasion, towards the tiny group of people on the hillside, attracted by the well-remembered scent of aroused human female flesh and the strange sounds that floated towards him in the early evening breeze.
Finally, drawn irresistibly close, he mounted the crest of the hill and stopped dead, his silky goatee twitching, when he saw the incredible scene taking place just on the other side of the hill. His mistress and her red-haired older sister were lying together on the grass, twisting their naked bodies together while they both moaned out their lustful arousal. His keen eyes played over the gleaming naked flesh on the ground, and then he saw that the stranger, the man who had participated in the ravishment of his young mistress was taking off his clothes, his huge rigid pole of flesh revealing itself as he stepped out of his pants.
The billy goat was always horny and ready to fuck, but this made the animal's blood begin to boil. It was just at this moment that Billy was in the final throes of her orgasm. Rachael was fast nearing a peak of almost unbearable excitement herself as she continued to thrust her tongue wantonly up into her little sister's wildly throbbing pussy, able to feel now the warmly rising wetness saturating her own hungering cunt. The older woman kept her face buried between her sister's thighs as she struggled to her knees and turned her body around in the kneeling position until her mouth was hovering directly over Billy's vagina, and her own aching cunt was positioned over the girl's face, Rachael could hear Billy still whimpering out her orgasm beneath her as she continued to tongue- fuck into her pussy, and she waited patiently, hoping her young sister would take the offer to lick the hotly yearning cunt so obviously displayed over her face.
The sight of her big sister's reddish-fringed cunt-lips was indeed a tempting sight to the sex-maddened young girl. She knew what was expected of her and she wanted to do it, but for the moment she was incapable of any action at all. Still panting and shaking from the after-effects of her tremendous orgasm, Billy could only stare up at the warmly glistening folds of Rachael's pussy spread nakedly open just inches above her mouth.
And her pet goat Stanley was staring, too. Stanley had been watching the struggle of the two naked female bodies as they writhed together in wanton primeval passion. The sight of naked flesh, the choked gasps of passion and the hot scent of aroused human vaginas was a familiar lure for him today. And when he saw Rachael climb on top of Billy in a position that left her buttocks jutting up toward the sky, the alert animal remembered that this was the way Billy had been when he had goat-fucked her that day. Just the sight of those beautifully rounded half-moons offered up in a sensual display was enough to make powerful tremors begin in the animal's testicles, and in a few seconds his cock was beginning to slowly emerge from underneath his soft, silken belly.
Meanwhile, Gregg had been just about to make his move toward joining the two women, his swollen penis held ready in one hand, but he stopped dead when he saw the way Stanley's mean eyes were regarding him, the horned head held down and ready to buck.
Jesus Christ, he thought, that animal could butt me clear back to the barn if I'm not careful. He decided to let the animal have his way. He'd just have to bide his time.
Billy was the first of the two women to notice Stanley's presence as the big goat sniffed interestedly at her older sister's nakedly spread oval crevice from behind. His bearded snout moved in closer and brushed lightly over Rachael's wide spread inner thighs.
"Wh-What was that!" she exclaimed.
It was a minute before Billy could speak, so great was her disappointment that her sister had removed her mouth from her pussy. "It's Stanley," she finally managed to gasp out.
"Oh, go away, Stanley!"
"Stanley?" Rachael asked, just beginning to comprehend. Billy had begun to shove the hairy beast away with her arms. "Wait, Billy," Rachael cried out, the words hard for to say. But she was desperate. "Wait, don't push him away. . . I . . . Oh, God, Oh please Billy, please don't push him away!"
Billy began to understand, and so did Stanley, whose long red tongue shot out right before Billy's eyes to splay itself eagerly up through the thin vertical slit of Rachael's wide-open cunt, licking with one hot swipe clear up to her tightly clenched little rectal hole.
Waves of lewd excitement shot through Billy's brain. What a view she was going to get as Stanley rammed his slippery cock into her older sister's hotly waiting pussy tunnel - right there just inches above her face!
"Billy, Billy," Rachael moaned. "You've got to help him. Help him put his cock in me like he did in you. Oh, I need it so bad!"
Billy looked back along Stanley's hairy belly and saw his thick scarlet hardness jutting out starkly from its protective sheath, growing longer with each passing second. She reached back eagerly, strangely excited to be a part of the lewd coupling. Taking the huge organ between her fingers, the naked young girl thrilled to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same she had experienced earlier in the day when guiding the massive pole up inside her own vagina.
"Come on, boy. Come on. Fuck it to my sister like you fucked it to me!" Billy urged, amazed that such words could be coming from her own lips. For her part - Rachael could have sworn that she heard her mother's tone of voice coming out of her little sister's mouth.
The goat needed very little prompting this time, and moved in closer, rearing up so that his front legs wrapped tightly around Rachael's slender waist, making Billy gasp in salacious amazement below as she saw his wetly gleaming cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from her sister's hotly gaping pussy mouth.
"Come on," moaned the impatient older girl, moving her hips urgently toward the source of the expected pleasure, trying to capture the hard probe she felt back there. "Oh, please, put it up in my cunt! I can't stand it any more!"
The trembling woman tried to look back between her legs to watch Stanley's cock fuck up into her erotically aching pussy slit, but all she could see were the twin mounds of her little sister's swollen white breasts. Then she felt again the first searing contact of the massive organ that would soon be fucking deep up inside her nakedly raised vagina, and she raised her buttocks as high up behind her as possible to allow the rigid shaft as much penetration as possible.
"Here it comes, Sis," Billy called excitedly. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much!" and then to the goat, she said "Come on, Stanley. Fuck her and fuck her good!"
Stanley didn't need much encouragement. As he felt the tip of his cock catch at the opening of Rachael's hungrily nibbling cunt, he instinctively rammed forward, burying the inflamed cock far up into the kneeling woman's smoldering pussy in one long, slithering rush. Animal that he was, he didn't think to give Rachael a chance to get used to the huge cock buried inside her, but began immediately a fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again up into the wetly clinging cuntal depths surrounding it.
"Oooowwww!" . . . Rachael screamed in a stunned surprise. Never before had she been so filled with cock, and she was afraid that the animal would be too rough for her, would tear her open with his merciless animal-cock that was fucking so forcefully up into her pussy. But her starved vaginal muscles did their best to accommodate the hammering intrusion into their eagerly clasping depths, leading Rachael into an answering rocking motion of her rounded hips to meet Stanley's fiery-tipped taper. Almost immediately it began to feel better, better than anything, in fact, she had ever imagined. She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face down between her little sister's wide-splayed thighs, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was now receiving from the goat.
Excitedly, Billy felt Rachael return to the avid sucking of her again hotly tingling pussy, staring wide-eyed all the time up at her pet goat's passion-stiffened penis fucking wetly in and out of her sister's cunt. Fascinated, the spellbound girl watched Stanley's cock pull tiny tendrils of pink pussy flesh with it on the outstroke and ram them back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips forward in stroke after stroke. Rachael's vagina opened wider and wider, voraciously trying to swallow every inch of his driving shaft, right down to the hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity up against her swelling clitoris inches above Billy's wondrous young face.
Wow! Rachael thought. She didn't ever think a billy goat fucking her would feel like this!
"Ooooo! Oh! Oh!" Rachael chanted out in obvious ecstasy each time she ground her erotically trembling buttocks back against Stanley's salaciously driving loins. Never ... never ... never had she felt so passionately involved in fucking, never so completely submissive to a dominant male who was screwing into her vagina animal-like from behind.
Sensing his young mistress' older sister's arousal, Stanley doubled his efforts, encouraged into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him. He jolted forward each time he' fucked up into her hotly clinging cuntal depths, and she grunted each time in response to his powerful loins thudding against her rhythmically flexing ass-cheeks, and drove her face even deeper down into her moaning sister's hot wet pussy. Bracing her self as best she could Rachael opened her thighs even wider, stretching her whole pubic furrow until she thought it would split, opening her thighs to a degree she had never before thought possible so that she could take the whole length of the animal's enormously enlarged shaft deep up inside her belly, reveling in the feel of the huge, beautifully fucking animal-cock smashing past her tender pussy lips on its relentless journey up toward her waiting womb.
Below her, Billy writhed in total abandon, her burning cunt twitching under her sister's hotly flicking tongue. At the same time the moaning teenager never took her eyes from the totally lewd image of Stanley's cock ramming its gleaming red length again and again up into her sister's clasping pussy.
"Oh, Rach," Billy cried. "I'm going to cum again. Oh don't stop, please don't stop!"
Gregg was watching the same scene, but with a lot less enthusiasm. It was he who was supposed to be benefiting, from this situation he had so carefully created, not the fucking goat! After all, hadn't he been the one to get them drunk and loosen them like this? Christ! Beaten out by a goat! It was too much! It was almost funny! But maybe it wasn't funny. Maybe the woman actually preferred the goat to him. The goat sure could fuck, he noted. He'd never seen anything like the piston action the animal was giving the hungrily devouring little cunt of Billy's older sister. Suddenly, Rachael couldn't stand it any more. She had to lift her mouth off her sister's cunt to scream with passion. "Oh, yes, Stanley. Oh yes. Oh fuck it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!"
"Oh don't stop, Rachael!" Billy cried out from below as she felt the older girl's mouth jerk away from her ready to cum pussy. And now, she had lost the illusive orgasm towards which she had been straining. Desperately, she reached down and tried to pull her sister's head back down between her own hungrily jerking thighs. But it was no use. Standing to one side, Gregg saw that the twitching, writhing, panting Rachael was all but unrecognizable now, her face distorted into a twisted mask of pure, unadulterated lust. All the woman's fantasies were being fulfilled. She 'was being fucked and degraded and enslaved beyond her wildest dreams. Strange forgotten masochistic emotions the girl probably wasn't even aware she possessed were welling up from her unconscious, making her flesh shiver with forbidden delight while she let her mind dwell on the sheer debauchery of what she was doing. Never before had sex seemed more lust-filled, more carnal as when she made her body a willing receptacle for the hotly thrusting penis of a brute animal!
Rachael reached back now, driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Stanley's balls, and she wormed her hand down between her body and Billy's in an effort to soothe the insane torment, her fingertip finally pressing down on her incredibly swollen clitoral bud. That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body needed, and the stunned woman suddenly felt as if her insides had been run over by a truck, all her muscles contracting in wild spasms, her buttocks flexing and hollowing as her lasciviously clenching pussy began to suck and pull on Stanley's throbbing cock as thought it desired to rip it right off.
Rachael could feel her animal lover's distended cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking cunt. Suddenly the goat's got animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost cuntal depths, flooding her with the obscene male warmth that she was just beginning to know. The gasping woman, half-blinded by the power of her own long-awaited orgasm, had a split second to think about how different it felt from Gregg's orgasm, more like one long powerful squirt that seemed to shoot a molten path right through, her quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind into a great flare of white light and she started to cum, and cum and cum and cum.
Desperately, Stanley's legs locked tighter onto the madly bucking woman as she gurgled out low moans of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his goat's testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she crouched over her sister in unashamed depravity. Rachael thrashed and pressed her hungrily clasping pussy-mouth back against the spurting animal-cock as if afraid to let one precious drop of that lewdly stimulating fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed out from where her desperately working cunt clasped tightly around his cock anyway, and it ran in thin searing rivulets down her convulsing inner thighs to be licked away by Billy's hungrily lashing tongue below.
As one last powerful shudder of final release passed through the gasping woman's body, she was unaware of her sister's frustrated moans below. She fell limply forward onto the sperm-soaked Billy, pinning her down with her exhausted weight while Stanley's cock slipped wetly from her pussy with a soft slippery sucking sound.
The helpless little girl was whimpering with frustration now. "Oh Rachael," she cried. "My pussy was just about to cum, too! Please lick it some more. Just a little more. Please!" But her older sister was too spent to respond to the heartfelt plea.
It was then that Gregg made his move. As soon as he saw the goat move away a safe distance, his depleted cock slipping once again up into its hairy sheath, the eager young man stepped forward.
"A friend in need is a friend indeed," he said cheerfully, unceremoniously rolling Rachael from her sister's body as if she were a sack of flour, dumping her on the ground. He smiled at the hungry look on little Billy's cum-streaked face, and his smile grew even wider when he saw the way her full young thighs automatically fell open, baring to his avid gaze the inner pinkness of her impatiently hungering cunt.
Billy began to realize what was happening, her eyes focusing on his naked body which was coming closer. "Oh, please Mister, please. You've got to fuck it and make it cum," she moaned, marooned on top of a peak of unfulfilled sexual hunger so high she was afraid she would never find her way down. Vivid images of Stanley's huge glistening cock fucking into her sister's pussy just inches away from her own face flashed luridly through her mind. Now a big strong man was standing before her, holding his swollen cock in one hand. A man's cock! A real man's cock!
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh it wants it so bad!" the young girl blurted out, willing to do anything to stop the terrible need that was tearing her insides apart in a wave of red-hot lust. "Please, Mister," she begged, "please fuck it up in it. Please!" Her long, tanned arms reached beseechingly up toward the grinning man. She was adorable, he thought. A tender little kid just begging for it!
Gregg lost no time positioning himself; kneeling between the eager teenager's widespread legs, still holding his erect shaft in one hand.
Billy ground her ass-cheeks into the grass in eager anticipation and Gregg laid himself on her soft, sweaty little body, inserting his throbbing cock up between Billy's well-lubricated vaginal lips, rubbing the smooth rubbery head up and down the full length of her wetly shining little pussy slit until the whole end of it was wet and shining with her cuntal juices.
Billy looked up in panting expectation as she felt Gregg's pulsating member finally poised at the entrance to her hungrily waiting vaginal channel. She opened her legs wider, her total need showing in her lust-clouded eyes.
"Oh yes, Mister. Fuck it," she pleaded once more.
Gregg knew it wasn't going to be easy to slip his obscenely swollen cock into that almost virginal hole, but he was sure as hell going to try! After a few gently experimental probes, however, he realized that he was getting nowhere. He looked down at the quivering, moaning young child lying naked, yearning under him. The head of his aching cock was flattened against her tiny cunt. The sight made something snap in the lust-incited man. Jesus! He had to fuck it in her, and quick!
With a single shattering thrust of his powerful hips, he buried his rock hard penis half-way up into the twelve year olds tight, only once fucked little cunt walls, a groan breaking like shattered glass from his lips.
She cried out ... as well, but hers was a cry of pain as she felt the huge shaft thunder up into her little pussy, feeling as if it would come out her mouth it was so huge. "Oh -no! She screamed... "No! It's too big!"
But Gregg was no longer listening. He was feeling that tight young almost virgin pussy flesh wrapped around his naked cock like warm melted butter, and it was such a rapturous feeling that he shoved again, sinking in another inch. The girl cried out again, begging him to stop, but sensing the nearness of his complete victory, Gregg began to work his thick shaft insider her fear-tightened vaginal opening inch by inch until at last it was sunk all the way to the hilt. Then he began to stroke long strokes in and out of the hotly writhing little form beneath him, feeling his balls slap regularly against his young victim's tender little anal hole.
Billy was slowly becoming used to the older man's heavily bloated presence deep up inside her belly as her vagina began to open even further to take every bit of his plundering cock. It was starting to feel to her just like when the goat had fucked her earlier that day, and without knowing what she was doing she wrapped her arms and legs around Gregg's laboring body, her hips beginning to undulate in wanton abandon actively beneath him. This was even better than Stanley!
From that moment, Gregg knew he had found a natural lover in Billy, a mewling, straining, clawing wild-child who made anyone he had ever fucked look uptight and inhibited. "Aaaaannggghhhhhh!" she shamelessly chanted in animal noises, grunting and crooning, more female animal now than little girl.
Her lewd animal sounds and movements drove Gregg mad with frenzied lust. He dug his naked toes into the ground and rammed his thickened cock again and again into the smoldering moist flesh writhing wildly below his plunging loins, with all the strength of his body, and he reveled in the torture moans that rose in answer to his every lunge forward.
Rachael rose to her knees right next to the desperately entwined couple, her eyes - shining strangely as she wanted Gregg's angry red cock slithering in and out of her flailing sister's greedily clutching little cunt hole. She remembered that just a few minutes before she herself had been licking and tasting that same vaginal flesh. Instead of getting upset at what was happening to the younger girl, the groggy woman found to her surprise that she wanted to somehow be able to join in the passionate scene taking place next to her.
She had been fucked beyond any semblance of her former control of her sexual self by the pet goat's scarlet animal cock, and now her mind was released to consider all the infinite possibilities of sexual pleasure that were available. The time was ripe, and she was ripe!
She was about to move closer to Gregg and Billy when she noticed a movement behind her. Turning quickly she saw that the fluffy billy goat was once again moving forward with that look in his eye, his bearded face thrust aggressively toward the erotically fucking people.
The goat was the horniest of animals, and even the satisfaction of his last orgasm had not sated him. He wanted as much pussy as he could get, and there was no way to reason with the dumb, reawakened, sexually hungry beast. His head lowered threateningly, his eyes glowering, the goat headed towards the couple, and Gregg was horrified when he looked up and saw that the goat was going to try and horn in on him and Billy.
Thinking fast, Gregg grabbed Billy and rolled them both over so that she was kneeling on top of him, straddling his loins with his throbbing staff impaling her cunt - Gregg would be damned before he'd pull his cock out of Billy's hotly squeezing little pussy, goat or no goat! Now Billy was between him and the goat - but he knew the goat would not butt his own mistress.
Billy gasped in surprise as she opened her eyes and found herself in this new position. She didn't know that Stanley was standing behind her, and she was temporarily baffled by the quick change. So was Stanley.
He watched while his mistress became accustomed to the never before assumed position. Tentatively she began lifting her buttocks into the air and then sliding down on Gregg's upstanding pole, sensually gratified by the way she was able to work new sensations into her fiery young cunt.
Gregg saw that Billy was happy, but he also knew that Stanley would not be put off for long. That's when he got the idea - an idea so depraved that, even his own hedonistic head spun as the obscene thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt. He stopped short in his fucking, stunned by the simplicity of the idea. He wasn't going to let this goat get his goat!
He reached up and took Billy's shoulders and pulled her down to him while at the same time his loins pushed the girl's hips high in the air. "Oooh! What are you doing, Mister?" she asked, her tiny cunt stretched wider still by the way he was holding her. "It feels good like it was."
"It'll feel good this way, too, baby," Gregg answered. At least, he hoped it would.
Stanley was easily persuaded to go along with Gregg's plan by the familiar sight of his mistress buttocks thrust high up in the air before his hairy face, and he forgot all about his enemy, Gregg, as his cock began to harden automatically in anticipation. His nose thrust forward and a moment later was sniffing up between Billy's ass-cheeks, luxuriating in the erotic smell of her thoroughly aroused loins. . "Rachael?" the little girl blurted out feeling the cold object sniffing hotly up between her obscenely spread ass-cheeks.
"No," Gregg said, trying to break it to her gently. "It's your furry friend, Stanley." Billy gave him a questioning look. What would Stanley want with her? She was already being fucked, and fucked good, by the man beneath her . . . unless. . .
"Oh, No, No!" she wailed. Not in there! That hole's too little!"
"Well, you'd better hold on, we're about to find out," Gregg grunted, noticing that Stanley's hairy forelegs had just settled around Billy's quaking waist. She was trapped.
"Oh, no, no, stop him!" she pleaded, knowing even as she begged for help that no man was a match for the stubborn beast once he set his mind to something.
Rachael, too, knew enough about goats to know that it was useless to try to pull a horny goat away from a female. She also had a secret feeling that Billy was getting what she deserved and found herself watching in fascinated expectation as Stanley's big scarlet cock once again made its appearance, sliding smoothly out from under the goat's belly while his tongue licked excitedly at the saliva dripping from his mouth. Rachael was so lost in the whole sex-filled mood of the sunset orgy that all she could think of was the animal's ready cock poised to thrust up into her sister's defenseless, fear-contracted little rectum, trying to imagine how it would feel.
Billy was terrified. She moaned as she felt that hot, tapered point trail over her anxiously quivering buttocks then slip into the wide stretched crack between her vulnerable ass cheeks, finally catching for a second at her tight little rubbery anal ring. Rectums were a lot more conveniently placed for a goat's cock than the hot little mating holes that nestled up underneath almost out of sight, and Stanley was eager to fill this newly-discovered entrance with the whole of his aching, throbbing animal penis.
Billy tensed, knowing all too well that the going would be rough. She was right. When Stanley found the available cavity for his ready cock, his powerful loins jerked forward, thrusting the tip of his monstrous penis just inside his mistress anal passage. Immediately the excited animal began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding up into the cringing hard buttocks in front of him. Billy froze in pain for a second, her eyes flying wide open in shock, almost too paralyzed by the sudden shock that plowed deep up into her bestially violated body.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she screamed, "I'm going to split down the middle! Please get him off of me!" But Gregg was overcome by a sudden rush of ungovernable lust as he realized the girl was pinned helplessly between him and the goat. His only answer to ,her plea was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis far up into her momentarily forgotten pussy, sending new shock waves of impaled sexual bliss flooding through the moaning girl.
Tears of pain coursing down her hopeless cheeks, Billy heard the lusting grunts of both the ravishing males turn into deep-throated moans as they began to fuck up into her with pounding regularity. Only the fact that she had already been tremendously aroused permitted the doubly impaled girl to stand this heartless desecration of her little-girl body. And then, to her utter astonishment, Billy found that the shattering pain of the unnatural presence in her rectum began to subside, slowly replaced by the first stirrings of the erotically perverse thrill of being double-fucked by both her own pet goat and the handsomest man she'd ever seen at the same time. Was it possible that she could enjoy this? The trapped young girl wondered as she felt the great throbbing goat-cock slithering relentlessly in and out of her still widely stretching rectum, plunging far up into her inner anal depths to rub lewdly against Gregg's cock that was fucking deeply up into her cunt from below, the two - massive male organs separated only by the thinnest of membranes between her pussy and asshole. Almost without realizing it the newly aroused teenager found her body trying to match the tempo of man and goat as they fucked rhythmically up into the twin clutching holes between her thighs. Each time she wormed down hard on Gregg's impaling shaft with her vagina, she could feel at the same time Stanley's heavy balls slapping against her buttocks. Little moans and whimpers of pleasure began to replace the teenager's groans of pain as she felt both plundering male organs continue to grow and swell while they pounded pitilessly up into her searing wet rectal and cuntal passages.
Rachael was watching all this as if transfixed. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of those two rampaging cock-shafts as they pinned her now wildly gyrating young sister between them. Covetously she watched Gregg's heavy blue-veined cock disappear up between the girl's long, sleek thighs only to reappear again glistening wetly with her hotly flowing cunt juices. But even more lust-inciting was the sight of Stanley's animal-cock hammering into Billy's tender young anus each time the goat's hairy loins bucked forward.
The older woman's fingers automatically sought out her own re-aroused genitals as she watched the obscenely stimulating scene before her, but she knew her fingers would never be able to quell the fires that raged deep within her hungering vagina. No, she needed more . . . needed to become a part of the writhing mass of spasming bodies tangled in shocking and shameless depravity on the grass.
Quickly, the red headed woman moved in closer, spreading her lovely thighs and facing the hotly panting goat, as she straddled her sister's back. Arching her back and thrusting her loins forward, Rachael reached down and lewdly parted her obscenely offered pussy lips with her fingers.
"Please, Stanley," she begged. "I know you don't like me because I wanted to sell you, but like my pussy anyway . . . please lick it and make it cum. I'll make it up to you, yes I will," she babbled to the uncomprehending beast who thrust his great head forward to lap hungrily at the curl-fringed cunt that was so blatantly spread wide in front of his face as he furiously fucked away at little Billy's tightly locking little rectal walls. Throwing back her head in abandoned carnality, the ecstatic Rachael completed the living pyramid of lust on the darkening twilit hill.
Looking up from below, Gregg saw Rachael, her shapely legs, and the part where the goat's great tongue was slavering at the soft pink pussy flesh between. This was one fantasy in Gregg Aldrich's life that was as good in reality as it had been in dreams! Two ravishingly beautiful natural women hovering around his surging body, one impaled on his throbbing cock as her pet goat fucked into her from behind while her older sister straddled her like some beautiful, red-headed goddess, her hotly steaming cunt being licked wildly by the long, hungrily working tongue of a goat!
God, Rachael was beautiful! He was thinking, as he noticed her legs begin to tremble and then her belly suck in sharply as the first sharp tremors of her orgasm clutched at her seething body, making Stanley lick even more eagerly at her passion-drenched pussy as the bucking jerking woman's sex-juices gushed from her palpitating cunt to trickle wetly down onto Billy's back below.
The lust-inciting fluids of Rachael's orgasm flooded the goat's senses, starting an explosion deep in his hairy balls. Whimpering, he made one last mighty thrust forward and began to empty his hot animal sperm into Billy's tightly clutching rectum, causing her to cry out in unbridled passion as she felt the, first burning onrush of his obscene animal cum flooding hotly up into her virginal anus.
'Wow! Ooh, oooh! Aaaahhh! Two cocks at once! Oh, that's right! Cum . . . cum . . . cum some more!" And then it happened. Billy began to cum. She threw her young head back and wailed, "I'm cummmiiinnng!" as wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure rolled through the climaxing ex-virgin's bucking loins as she felt Stanley's scorching jet of hot animal semen flooding her burning rectum almost to the bursting point. She was able to sense every contraction of his long thick red cock as it rifled its fiery load deep up into her erotically convulsing intestines. Then she heard Gregg gasp below, swearing obscenely as Billy plunged her enveloping cunt down onto his suddenly crazily jerking hardness, holding his pounding cock completely absorbed inside her tightly clutching little pussy walls. As the sex-maddened girl undulated her naked hips wildly around in frenzied circles, Gregg's pistoning shaft began pumping thick fiery jets of semen far up into her hungrily sucking belly.
Holding both cocks fast with her abdominal muscles, the wildly moaning little teenager milked and sucked at the two heavily spurting organs until they both finally slithered from her cum-filled passages in depleted exhaustion. At last the satiated little girl fell forward, her pert round breasts crushed against Gregg's hairy chest. Rachael collapsed next to them on the grass, her arm around her sister and Gregg.
Soon the indefatigable Stanley was soon off looking for food, and the three humans stayed where they were. It was dark when they awoke from their peaceful, exhausted shared sleep, and wordlessly, as if they were one person, the three rose and began the slow walk back to the warmth of the farmhouse by the light of the moon.
EPILOGUE When they got back to the farmhouse, the trio was startled to see headlights approaching up the long drive from the dirt road. Hurriedly, they slipped into the clothes they'd been carrying, just in time to see the portly figure of Mr. Prince, Gregg Aldrich's boss at Cadwin, Mayor and Prince, Inc. getting out of his car.
"What's happened to you my boy?" Prince asked, "We expected you back hours ago with some good news."
"Well, I do have good news for you, Mr. Prince," Gregg replied, putting an arm around Billy to one side, and Rachael to the other. The two girls looked up at him and smiled. "But I'm afraid it's good news for me, old man, and not for you." Prince gave him a questioning look. What the hell was going on here? Gregg looked strange . . . where was his tie, his jacket, what had these two girls done to the man?
"Well, the news is this, Mr. Prince," he began. It was the first that Starke girls had heard of his plans as well. "We aren't selling now; Mr. Prince and we have no intention of ever selling the farm. We like it here and are going to spend the rest of our lives making certain nothing destroys its natural beauty!"
