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The Farm
by Serenity (serenity_meg2000@yahoo.com)
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My name is meg and when I was 16 I visited my uncle's
farm. I was in trouble a lot back then and my folks
thought something think this would settle me down. Only
what it really did was teach me how to surrender to my
animal lust. That summer I ended up having sex with a
boar and the family dog. (f/beast, reluc)
***
Hello. I'm fairly new to writing, so please feel free
to email me and let me know what you think of my story.
My name is Megan and when I was 16, and frequently
getting into trouble, my mother decided it best to send
me to my uncle's farm. My uncle was a stern man; He
believed in hard work. I knew this and dreaded it. And
hard work is exactly what I found.
My aunt picked me up before I could even say goodbye to
my friends. It was only for the summer, but for a girl
my age, your friends were your world. My aunt Delores
never said a word; her eyes fixed on the road. The trip
felt like it would go on for days but in reality we
weren't on the road more than a couple hours.
I was almost asleep when we pulled down the gravel
road. I perked up when we began passing the numerous
pens and pastures. The most beautiful horses ran
alongside the fence by the road, as if tempting to race
us. I doubted Delores Volkswagen Beetle could do more
than thirty five. Not hardly, not down this rough road.
We finally came to the old farmhouse. But we didn't
stop. She pulled around it and then I saw where I would
be staying. It was a small wooden shed, something that
reminded me briefly of the gingerbread house from
Hansel and Gretel. It was tiny, but I didn't care. It
was my own.
"Now get settled in." Aunt Delores started. "Supper's
at 6 PM sharp. We expect you to be there early to help
set the tables. Uncle Henry will go over a few things
then with you. He's out setting bob wire, but it will
be a pleasant surprise for him when he comes in." I
noticed the tone of sarcasm in her voice at that last.
"Yes ma'am," I replied, trying to make peace with
whatever demons I had stirred in the old lady.
She soon left me to unpack and get used to where things
were. I took a brief walk before supper, but I had been
warned against straying too far. I made my way back to
my little hut after familiarizing myself somewhat with
my new surroundings.
I prepared for dinner and set off to help Aunt Delores
with the table. She was extremely peculiar, critiquing
me if I was merely an inch off from where the
silverware needed to be. Scolded yet again when I
didn't set the rather large supper dishes where they
were to be placed. We could not eat until Uncle was
there, and so I attempted idle chatter. We had not
spoken much at all.
But Aunt Delores was not the talkative type. Until
Uncle arrived a few moments later, there was an
obnoxious silence. He simply came in washed his hands
and sat at the head of the table. He smelled horribly
of animal excrement. I couldn't eat anymore.
"Better eat, Megan," Uncle started. "Got a big day
ahead of you, tomorrow."
"Now Henry. Leave her be." Delores shocked me. "Meg
dear? If you'd like after we finish you are welcome to
take your dinner with you and eat later."
I simply nodded.
"Breakfast will be at 6 am. After, we begin your
chores. Consider this as you mill about with your
duties, child." Henry told me; his fork sprang to life
as he talked as if he was conducting an orchestra. "We
will pay you and you will stay busy here, and I'm sure
we must come across as a bit stern and you are probably
right, but I also want you to know family comes first.
If you need anything or something is bothering you, let
us know. Your stay here is meant to be punishment, but
I disagree. It may seem like it now, but I hope you
come to appreciate what we do here and come to enjoy
your time here."
We finished supper and I found myself washing dishes. I
took my food back to my little hut and showered, ate,
then fell asleep.
***
I awoke to the sounds of roosters crowing. It was still
dark out and I cursed myself for coming here. Juvie
seemed better suited for me.
I got dressed and waddled half asleep over to the old
farmhouse and helped prepare breakfast. It went by far
too quick. The old man told me to follow him when we
were finished. We hopped in the truck as light crept
over the horizon. We drove a few miles down the road
and Uncle Henry showed me where he would be working on
the fences. "In case you need me." He said.
Next he showed me the feed house. One by one he showed
what feed and how much for each pen. Next came the
small hog pen. Each had their individual pens inside
the building and the sows were separated from the
boars. The boars he explained had a nasty reputation
and had a tendency towards breaking free of their pens.
If I were to catch one out, I was to get Uncle. He
stressed that I was not to attempt getting one back in
the pen by myself. After feeding I was to clean the
pens out.
Next he showed me the chicken coop, and then to the
numerous pastures. In each place I had my many
different chores. When he finished he simply left me
be. I had taken notes, figuring the worst. The list
didn't look that bad, but it was time on each task that
would likely be the problem.
I probably looked ridiculous in my short shorts sweat
shirt and knee high black rubber boots. I fed the
animals, changed water, and then returned back to the
hog pens and began cleaning with water hose and shovel.
It was very nasty.
Before I knew it the day was nearly gone and I was
hurting. I hurt all over.
Supper came before long and I was shown a bit more
respect and told to just sit at the table rather than
help prepare dinner.
"You did well for your first day hun," Uncle said over
dinner. "Didn't quite get everything done but that's
ok. You'll get better as you go."
I smiled and thanked him.
After supper, I shuffled off to get another shower; I
felt so nasty. And then I lay down to sleep. My eyes
opened to the sound of the rooster's crow and oh how
sore I felt. I slipped some comfortable shorts on and
again those annoying knee high rubber boots. I didn't
see uncle, but went ahead and set about my chores.
Perhaps I was a little more enthusiastic, its hard to
say.
After feeding up and watering, I again returned to the
hog pen.
"Oh fuck!" I cursed to myself. One of the pens doors
was agape. I was in the pen house where the boars were
kept. Nervous and sure I wasn't to blame, I shuffled
back outside to find uncle. I couldn't find either he
nor Aunt Delores.
I stepped back to the pens. There he was. A medium
sized boar grunted from the other end of the stall. I
made up my mind. I'd try and get him back in by myself.
He wasn't as big as most of the others. I ignored
Uncle's warnings.
I slipped behind him and pushed against his side with
my petite frame. He budged just a little, but I was
slipping in my boots. I didn't want to but I took them
off. I pushed again, barefoot on the metal grating. It
hurt but I wasn't slipping now. I pushed again. He
grunted and moved a little more. I was sweating
profusely in the staggering heat inside. Then, partway
down the alley between pens, as I pushed, I suddenly
slipped. Startled or not the boar reared back behind
me, his upper body pinning me down. He was biting my
shirt. We were in a classic game of tug of war and I
was losing.
My shorts had rolled off my ass a little and made it
harder for me to get up. Part way on and part off, I
tried reaching back to pull them up. But the boar had
my shirt and just pulled harder. I tumbled forward and
this time so did he, right on top of me again. Only
this time, I felt something weird and bizarre. I dared
look back.
He was humping me, still tugging my shirt in his mouth.
His cock was thin, but weird; like a corkscrew or
something. I felt it jab my leg as he jerked back and
forth. I tried to move but couldn't budge. It slipped
inside me. He began jabbing erratically then. It felt
so weird inside of me. I could feel copious amounts of
liquid inside of me. I cried out, trying to bat the
horrid thing, but couldn't get my arm up.
And as quick as it had happened, it was over. He let
go, still chewing on a tattered piece of my shirt, and
dismounted me. He darted down the alley, close to his
individual pen. I lay in a ball for a minute and pulled
my shorts up. I could not believe what had just
happened.
It had been weird, not unpleasant, but weird. I
couldn't tell Uncle or Aunt. So, I decided, to keep it
to myself. I got up on weak legs and found the boar
more receptive to me and easily went into his pen then.
I locked it.
I couldn't think straight the rest of the day. I kept
thinking about what happened. I found myself over the
next few days looking at the animals and measuring them
up. It made me feel dirty and very naughty. But at the
same time I felt disgusted with myself. How could I
think such things.
***
That night after supper, the family's dog, Red, a
rather large hound, followed me back to my little hut.
I was curious and alone, and so I called him in.
Once inside, I stripped naked. He licked my face as my
hand caressed his furry sheathe. He slowly responded as
a couple inches of red cock stuck from his sheathe. I
smiled and continued as he began humping my hand.
I turned over onto hands and knees and he needed little
more encouragement as he mounted me. Red and pointy his
cock dug sharply into my ass cheek. I winced,
repositioning myself under him. He gripped around my
thighs and humped harder. I reached back to guide him
inside me. "Oh fuck" I cried as he began jack-hammering
at me. I was sure I would alert my uncle and aunt but
they didn't come.
I was lost in my lust at this point. This was what I
needed, so far from home. His knot, as I would learn
later, began to swell against me, locking me to him. It
was slightly painful, but as the torrents of warm dog
cum began to flood my vagina, a huge orgasm erupted
within me. This wasn't one of those colossal orgasms I
had had before but seemed to engulf every inch of my
body.
I sat there on all fours for some time with Red on top
of me. He finally pulled free. More cum spilled from me
and down my legs. I smiled and let Red back out.
I hopped in the shower and suddenly I felt disgusted
all over again. I fought the moral dilemma of what I
was doing and finally gave in to my animal lust. I
wasn't hurting any of the animals.
I never had sex with any of the other animals, but Red
and I continued to have fun until the summer was nearly
over. I was glad to get to go home, but I can't wait
until next year when I can come back.
END
Hi, let me know what you thought of this story. Email
me at: serenity_meg2000@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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