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Archive name: country.txt (MF, rape)
Authors name: Nomad (nomad78@hotmail.com)
Story title : Jus' A Country Girl

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(c) 1996 Nomad - This story contains graphic sexual 
content, as well as rape. It is not intended for any-
one under the age of eighteen, or anyone living in a 
jurisdiction where such material is prohibited. 
Archiving on a free site is acceptable, doing so on 
a pay site is not.
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Jus' A Country Girl (MF, rape)
by Nomad (nomad78@hotmail.com)

***
This story is about a country girl named Sally Mae, and 
what happens when she ignores her Ma's warnings and goes 
skinny dipping out at the ol' swimmin' hole.
***

So my Ma says to me, Sally Mae, don't you be sneakin' off 
to the Swimmin' hole, you got chores to do, but gosh it 
was just so darned hot I decided to take a quick swim 
after feedin' the hogs. Ever since I been fillin' out 
she's been tellin' me not to be swimmin' naked either, 
but there weren't another soul around, so I decided I'd 
take a chance.

Jeepers, the cool water felt great. It must have been a 
hunnert degrees out. I splashed around a while, coolin' 
off, making like I was a dolphin or something, and just 
as I was getting' ready to get out I notice this fella 
standing there. He was dressed kinda fancy like, like a 
city boy, and I says to him if he wouldn't mind turnin' 
his back while I got out and got dressed, and what does 
he do but start takin' off his clothes!

I say we ain't been properly introduced for somethin' 
like this, but he says we gonna get introduced real good 
in a minute. I could tell his thing was real hard already 
when he pulled his pants off, and when he pulled his 
shorts off- gosh, golly and gee whiz!- It looked like one 
of my Ma's rollin' pins. I says you ain't usin' that 
thing on me mister, I ain't no horse y'know, and he says 
you think it's too big for a little filly like you, and I 
says it most certainly is, but he lets loose with all 
sorts of bad language, sayin' he'll make it fit.

He comes into the pond and grabs my wrist, pullin' me 
out, wrasslin' me to the ground. Now, I'm a pretty strong 
gal, I been breakin' horses and haulin' bags of feed ever 
since I was a young'un, but golly, this fella was just 
too much for me. He pins my arms down and pushed my legs 
apart with his knees. 

I says can't you think about this mister, I ain't too 
experienced in things like this, and that big doodle of 
yours is likely to split me in two, but I guess when a 
fella gets in that condition there ain't no stoppin' him. 
He puts the thing up to my little place and starts a 
pushin' and a pumpin'.

I'm yellin' that there ain't no way it's gonna fit, but 
he starts usin' more words that I ain't gonna repeat, 
sayin' he'll be havin' his way with me even if it kills 
me. I says back to him that that's a likely possibility. 
It was like trying to fit a bull into a gopher hole, but 
after a while my womanly place gets all kind of wet and 
slippery- I guess it happens automatically, it certainly 
weren't none of my doin' - and he manages to start 
workin' that big ol' Louisville Slugger in me and Lordy! 
I been thrown off more than a few buckin' broncs at the 
junior rodeo, and stomped on by 'em as well, but I ain't 
never felt anything like this. I'm howlin', beatin' on 
his back tryin' to get him to stop, but this city fella 
keeps whalin' away, apparently enjoyin' hisself quite a 
bit at the feelin' of his big old thing squeezed into my 
womanhood.

So he's pumpin' away, like a steam locomotive comin' down 
Tahachpe grade, and I'm strugglin', tryin' to get this 
perverted city boy off of me when all of a sudden this 
fella lets out a groan like a grizzly bear or somethin'. 
He holds still and - gee willikers! He starts creamin' 
and a creamin' like there weren't no tommorrow, fillin' 
me full of his stuff. 

I can't exactly say I was sorry he did- all that slippery 
stuff certainly made it easier on my privates, this fella 
bein' built like an oak tree and all. After he had pumped 
it all out he starts easin' it in and out again, askin' 
me how I liked it. I says golly, I feel like I been 
through a stampede.

Finally this fella rolls off of me and lays beside me, 
gaspin' and a Groanin'. I wipe the sweat off my forehead 
and start to get dressed, Sayin', gee mister, you could 
give a gal a chance to say no, not every girl is built to 
take a big old log like the one you've got.

Us country folks are polite, and after sharin' an 
intimate encounter with him, even if he weren't too 
gentlemanly about it, I decided I ought to invite him 
over to my place for a glass of iced tea, and to meet my 
folks.

I started thinkin' maybe he wasn't such a bad fella, and 
maybe it would be nice havin' him around, but when I 
noticed him lookin' over my little sister Cindy Lou, 
well, I decided he better just be movin' along...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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