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Archive name: Hillbily.txt (f/animal)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story title : BEVERLY HILLBILLIES: Elly May, Jethro Mayn't
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BEVERLY HILLBILLIES: Elly May, Jethro Mayn't
By Uncle Mike
Even as Miss Hathaway's convertible was slipping
through traffic, Elly May was still trying to argue
herself out of the trip.
"I don't need no more clothes," she told the
secretary, who looked like a broomstick with a shri-
veled up old apple on the top. "I got plenty."
"Hmm, yes," Miss Hathaway said, keeping her eyes on
the road. "But there are a few gaps in your wardrobe."
Elly May looked down at herself. Her abundant
breasts were corralled by a white men's shirt, with the
ends tied in a knot around her stomach. A pair of
battered-looking jeans hugged her shapely legs tightly,
held up by a rope around her waist.
"I ain't got no gaps," she said petulantly. "See?
There ain't nothing showing!"
Miss Hathaway chuckled to herself as she pulled the
car into a parking space near the dress shop. She al-
most had to drag Elly May in, until the girl caught
sight of an elaborate wedding gown in one corner of the
display window.
"Kin I try on that one?" she asked. Miss Hathaway
agreed; anything to get her into the store.
Once inside, Elly May did try on the wedding gown,
and Miss Hathaway took advantage of the glow from that
experience to slip several other outfits onto her lush
young body. But eventually the girl's obstinance re-
turned and the sales clerk was ready to admit defeat as
Elly May rejected dress after dress.
Miss Hathaway, however, had the clerk put aside two
particularly pretty dresses, and now had one last ob-
jective.
"How about a bathing suit, Elly May?"
"A bathin' suit? I need something special just to
take a bath?"
"No, no, Elly May. You need something to wear when
you're lounging outside. You can't just go around in
that outfit all the time. Remember, you're in Beverly.
Hills, that is. Swimming pools. Movie stars. You need
something to wear in your pool."
"Aw, heck, if I want to go for a swim I don't wear
nothin'. That's the best way."
"Well, that's not how it's done in Beverly Hills.
At least not in the parts of town I go to. Here, try
this one on." Miss Hathaway held up a demure one-piece
suit in a rather hideous maroon. "I've got one just
like it!"
Elly May rejected it quickly, but the sales clerk
decided to give it a shot. She pulled out a wispy yel-
low bikini. Elly May's eyes widened. "Underwear!" she
said. "You want me to wear underwear around people?"
It took some fast talking to explain the difference
and the girl didn't seem completely clear on the con-
cept. But she did agree to change into the bikini.
When she stepped out of the dressing room, Miss
Hathaway had to cover her mouth with a bony hand to
suppress a giggle.
The bright yellow suit did show off Elly May's
bountiful body with all its curves. And the color set
off sparks in her blonde hair. But Elly May had spent
most of her time outdoors in the same get-up, and the
bikini exposed a rather bizarre tan line across her
belly and a "V" of tan down the valley of her breasts.
Choking back her laughter, Miss Hathaway insisted
the outfit was perfect and had the sales clerk wrap it
up. On the way back to the Clampett's mansion, she
tried to explain tan lines to Elly May, gave up, and
just insisted that the girl put on her suit and get
some time in the sun as soon as possible.
Inside the house, her father, Granny and Cousin
Jethro were bustling about, getting ready for a trip to
the store. "Git your carcass out to the car," Granny
squawked at Elly May when she started up the long,
winding staircase to the second floor. "We's a-going
right now!"
"Uh-uh, I cain't go," Elly May explained. "Miss
Hathaway says I have to go put on some new underwear
and sit out by the pool so's I can get a sunburn on my
chest. That way I'll fit in with everybody else."
Granny shook her head, convinced more than ever
that Miss Hathaway and most everybody in this here town
was crazy. She decided not to bother working on Elly
May for now, and went out and climbed into the old car.
They were all gone when Elly May came back down the
stairs in her skimpy bikini. She went out through the
kitchen to the pool and found a sunny spot to lie down
on a bench. It was a typically warm, beautiful Southern
California day. Elly May closed her eyes and settled
back, dutifully turning over every so often as Miss
Hathaway had instructed. "Like a hog on a spit," she
mused out loud.
She was lying on her stomach, her eyes closed and
her round butt sticking up when a wet touch on her back
made her jump up. "What ... oh, it's you, Sugar," she
said.
Sugar was a billy goat about four feet high. Its
tongue was still hanging out as it backed away,
frightened by Elly May's startled jump. She coaxed it
back.
"Come on, Sugar, it's OK. I'm sorry I scared you.
Come on!" The goat cautiously trotted back to her side.
She stroked its dense gray and white fur as she talked
to it softly.
"Hey, I missed you this morning. How you doing?"
The goat, of course, made no reply. But it was
panting heavily and seemed much more skittish than
usual.
"What's wrong, Sugar?" Even as she asked, Elly May
saw the problem. Sugar's cock was stiff and hanging
down. Now Elly May understood the glazed look in his
eyes. "You're missing Buttercup, ain't ya?" she purred
to her pet. They'd left Buttercup, Sugar's sweetie,
back home when they moved out to California.
"I'm sorry, Sugar. I guess you miss her a lot,
huh?" Almost as if he understood her words, Sugar
pressed against her smooth skin, rubbing his flanks on
her.
Knowing a lot about all kinds of animals from back
home Elly May looked down at his cock again. "Maybe I
can help you out a bit," she said, and reached down.
With one hand she petted his back, keeping him calm,
while the other gently encircled his stiff shaft.
Slowly she stroked the long, erect cock, slipping
her fingers back and forth across the swollen head.
Sugar moved against her, rubbing his fur into her
smooth skin. Every now and then, a slight tremor shook
his skinny body.
As Elly May stroked the goat's cock, she felt a
warmth spreading in her own crotch. She shifted hands
on his shaft and plunged the other inside her skimpy
bikini briefs, rubbing herself until she was wet enough
to admit a couple of fingers.
As her passion increased, she got off the bench and
stood behind the animal, keeping up her stroking on his
cock while she fingered herself, tugging her briefs
down for better access. Her breasts bulged out of the
scanty bra cups, pressing into the goat's back.
She moaned softly as she felt the goat's hard cock
swell slightly, and then a hot spray of cum shot out
the tip.
"There, Sugar, that's better, isn't it?" she whis-
pered in his ear as she climbed back onto the bench.
But while the goat was now sated, Elly May found
her own juices were flowing hot and heavy. She pulled
her briefs off the rest of the way and went back to
rubbing and fingering herself, until she felt a cold,
wet nose pushing her hand away.
As she looked up between the mounds of her breasts,
she saw Sugar move into position between her legs and
lap at her. The scraping of his rough tongue on her
sensitive pussy lips excited her. She ground herself
against his face.
But several minutes of his lapping still left her
feeling restless. Then her eyes widened briefly.
Pushing the goat away from her, Elly May slipped
off the bench and got on her hands and knees on the
ground, raising her bottom up and presenting her soak-
ing wet pussy to Sugar.
He got the idea quickly, and Elly May was pleased
to see his cock was once again long and hard.
The goat climbed up her back and inserted his cock
in her eager cunt. It was far too long to go in all the
way, but Elly May took as much as she could, bucking
back against his frantic rutting.
"You fuck me good, you hear?" she encouraged him.
Her breasts jiggled as she pushed back against his
thrusts, and Elly May soon slipped off the bra and
caressed her tits with one hand, squashing the firm
mounds and massaging the erect nipples. "That's real
good, Sugar," she told the animal as he madly drove
into her tunnel.
As Sugar finally exploded inside her and the hot
jet of cum ignited Elly May's own bucking, screaming
orgasm, Cousin Jethro came through the back door of the
house and stopped short.
He disappeared back inside and soon came out with
his Uncle Jed. "Look, Uncle Jed," Jethro said, pointing
to where Elly May lay face down, naked on the ground,
while the goat nuzzled lazily at her sodden cunt. "Look
what Elly May did."
Jed, a grizzled old man, nodded his head and turned
to go back inside.
"Ain't you gonna say anything?" Jethro demanded.
"Ain't you gonna tell her she can't do that?"
"She ain't hurtin' nobody ... leastways I don't
think the goat minded," Jed observed.
"But ... but when I did that, you made me stop and
told me never to do it again," the tall, well-built boy
said angrily.
"You mean that time you was fucking the pig?" Jed
stopped and looked Jethro square in the eyes. "That was
a boy pig, son. And I don't think he was taking to it
any too kindly neither."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way 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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