The Rural Life: Part 5

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Part 5…

 

It was the longest two days I had spent. Not that I was idol at all, I wasn’t. I discovered that Viv was right. Just before dawn the Kangaroos leisurely came into the home paddock and spent a few hours nibbling at the short green shoots that had been carefully persuaded to grow into a lush park like lawn by Tom, whose duties covered the maintenance of the house paddock as well as many and various other jobs. Like the Grey kangaroos that I had been previously familiar with the Red Kangaroos seemed to follow the sweet pick of new grass during the evening hours and rested by day with full bellies.

It hadn’t been difficult to approach the rather larger species. They were used to non-aggressive behaviour and with the only dog being Winston, who was so well cared for in all departments by Viv that he showed not the slightest interest in harassing other animals at all. Not the least the feeding Kangaroos. Mind you he was confined to the barn until he was released mid-morning, then confined to the house at Viv’s pleasure in the evenings by which time the kangaroos were happy to be moving on.

For the most part the visiting Kangaroos were the females. The bigger males seemed to stay well clear of the farm house ever alert for any eventuality that threatened the females and young. When I had approached the closest of the feeding kangaroos on the first morning I was pleasantly surprised that I was allowed to get as close as I did. With an offering of kangaroo pellets as an entrée to their confidence I was able to feed several joey and younger, smaller females. It wasn’t a totally free passport to the kangaroo’s confidence, but it was easier than I had expected. The hovering male closest to the home yard sidled up making what I interpreted as threatening clicks, but made no other challenge as I tentatively backed away.

That evening and the following day I followed the same ritual and I managed to get closer to more of the seemingly docile animals. The kangaroos were bigger than the Grey Kangaroos but the older males were the most impressive. Like most animal species the wild kangaroos were challenging the alpha male for superiority and the subsequent right to breed the females. As I said the old males were big, very big and their squarish features reflected their machismo.

But even more impressive were the animal’s shoulders. The greys were overshadowed by the big reds powerful front arms that looked like they had been subjected to lengthy sessions in the gym. The powerful limbs gave warning that to be in the clutched of an old man red kangaroo there would be no braking free. Besides the forearms the hind limbs were no less massive. The tail was extremely thick at the base and afforded the animal the power to rare up and be supported by that part of the surprisingly massive frame. Several of the males must have weighed between 90 and 100kg the females maybe half that.

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Friday evening was long, very long. I hardly slept at all tossing and turning all night in expectation of at least being able to confronting the kangaroos on my terms in the early morning. It was a night of expectation and fear. But sometime in the small hours of the morning I must have been overwhelmed by sleep.

I almost jumped from my bed when the sharp wrap shook my door. “Hey sleepy head are you getting up or what?” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My sleep fogged brain was none too clear. “It’s just about sun up are you chickening out or what.” Viv called out cajoling.

I shook my head to clear my brain. “I’m coming,” I mumbled a reply. ”I need to pee first.”

Three minutes later I opened the door wearing only my flimsy nightie. The early morning air was cool and fresh as I went down the front steps to ground level. Maybe fifty metres off were the indistinct shapes of grazing kangaroos. The mist was almost like light rain and I shivered as my quickly saturated nightie clung to my figure.

I looked back at Viv who had come part way down the steps but was now sitting on a tread her fleecy dressing gown wrapped about her as she watched my progress toward the humped shapes of the grazing animals. She looked warm and I felt chilly. I went to the feed shed to get a scoop of pellets. It had only been two days, but those two days had been enough to allow the Kangaroos to get accustomed to my presence in the early morning.

As I approached the first doe, who had a joey near her hip, I cursed the thick wet fog that had now saturated my uncombed hair and was dripping down my neck and face. My eyelashes and eyebrows prickled with the clinging droplets of fog. I took a hand full of feed in my hand and reached out my hand slowly as the doe turned toward me. However, it was the Joe who came to my hand and began to nibble tentatively. Then from somewhere behind me the now familiar clicking sound of an old man Kangaroo.

“Jesus,” I mumbled “That was quick.”

I looked around and several metres away the huge form of a rusty coloured, big buck kangaroo. He was edging forward warning me to back off with rapid clicking sounds that seemed more appropriate to a much smaller animal than it did to the bulky old man Kangaroo. The bulk emerging from the swirling mist seemed bigger, much bigger, than it probably was. With the faint penetrating rays of the rising sun creating spears of light through the fog behind the approaching kangaroo. The appearance was like some figure on a stylised medallion.

I moved back a little from the doe and Joey and hunkered down to reduce my profile and give myself a submissive appearance to the obvious dominant roll the big kangaroo played to the mob. Still, he edged closer, pushing forward using his powerful tail as a leaver. It made him look as if he was gliding through the mist. He ignored me as he passed, but I remained as I was.

Sidling up to the doe he sniffed at her tail and reached out with a forepaw to contact her hip she remained unmoving. Encouraged, he slid his clawed hand along the doe’s thick tail base in what appeared to be almost a scratching, teasing action. Unmoved by his advances, she edged away, but he followed her again sniffing her bottom and she looked around and immediately rejected his advances by hopping off several metres. For a moment I fully expected the male to follow, but he didn’t. He remained watching the departing doe and I imagined his resigned shrug as he turned and came back to where I had remained unmoving as I watched his exploratory advances on the female of his species.

He edged close to my face on and sniffed at my hair and face. I trembled as the long whiskers and warm breath tickled my cold cheek. He drew back an inch or two, but I remained motionless except for the tiny shivers that shook my body in little trembling waves. Emboldened by my acceptance of his first tentative advances he again drew close to my face.

This time his barely protruding tongue brushed along my cheek, but he didn’t back off this time. He continued to lick along my face and neck, tasting my odour and mildly salty skin. Satisfied that I was not going to hop away like the doe had he drew his body even closer. I felt the warmth of his fur as he pressed against me almost as if he was pushing me. Not sure of what he expected of a compliant doe I still didn’t give ground.

Satisfied that I wasn’t rejecting his attentions the old man red continued to sniff along my back and side. The now wet night dress clung to me like as a second skin and I hitched it up to my waist as he reached my hip. As his large square featured head crossed my now bare butt he moved a little further toward my rear so that I was able to see only his bulky Hips and tail. He was huge, much, much bigger than I had first thought and extremely muscular in his powerful back hopping legs. There was no fat, just finely tuned hard muscle, I shivered once more as the male pressed firmly against my hip as his head slid over my rounded behind to the valley between each cheek.

His confidence now heightened he ran his fore-paw along my exposed upper thigh. I drew a deep breath and held it fully expecting that the black sharp claw of his hand would rake my flesh and draw blood. To my surprise and relief it didn’t happen. His paw no more than created a teasing contact that was like a lover’s caress.

It was the same stroking that I had seen the male do to the doe’s tail and it was clearly meant to encourage compliance from the female. In the doe’s case, driven by her own sexual agenda, or seasonal needs, it hadn’t worked. In my case I was experimenting with and encouraging his advances and I was surprised at the tender touch that allowed me to exhale with delighted relief.

The claw rested on my lap for a moment as the big red kangaroo sniffed lower and lower until his muzzle was between my squatting thighs and close to my moist vulva. The long whiskers on the Kangaroos muzzle tickled the tender flesh of my inner thighs as the animal snuggled into the sparse fur between my legs. The sniffing snout brushed gently across the wiry pubic hair and it felt good. Or would have if I hadn’t been so tense.

I was tense now because my first and subsequent encounters with Grey kangaroos had been different. They were smaller, by a good margin, than the Big Reds for starters. I expected that the rest of grey kangaroos breeding equipment was smaller than the red kangaroo as well, judging by what I could see from my sidelong glance at the dangling testicles of the kangaroo paying me attention at the moment. One of the greys had made me faint as the pointed tip had pushed hard into my cervical portal. I hadn’t been sure why, but I had felt a rather unpleasant feeling actually it was a rasping feeling as if something course was being inserted into me. However, if it was size that caused it, then I was now experimenting beyond my ability to physically cope.

I do this all of the time I thought. My fear of the unknown creates a heightened sense of panic along with a need to escape from the situation. Yet I never had run. Something holds me to the spot every time. That something may be a foolish desire to push boundaries or some perverted desire to be hurt.

“Ohhhhhh!” My thoughts were broken as the big head of the kangaroo butted up against my groin. “Hay watch it big boy,” I yelped at him in a reflex action as I raised my behind a little to avoid the same treatment. Everything about the big male was powerful and his neck muscles were no exception. The sudden bunt of the head had lifted me enough, as I fell forward, hands outstretched for support to avoid a face plant, for the beast’s nose to prod into my groin.

Previously I had taken up a stance, kneeling with my left leg and my right leg in front and bent like an infantry soldier kneeling to take a steadier shot. I figured it may be an easier stance than the squatting position I had assumed when I had been feeding the doe and joey several minutes ago. It was certainly more comfortable for me and more stable as well.

I turned toward the kangaroo on my right side as he slowly shuffled around. As he left my side to swing his powerful hindquarters around in the other direction so that he would be directly behind me, I got a quick glimpse of his stranger tapered penis that were already extended, I guessed fully but maybe not, In preparation to mount.

I bit down on my lower lip and closed my eyes. This had been far too easy. I had expected that I may have to try many times before I attracted the rutting lust of a big red male but I hadn’t. This was it, I thought as the sniffing face of the stud left my groin and now, with him in my rear both of his front paws were on my hips as I sensed more than saw him drawing close to my exposed sex.

My teeth bit tighter into my lip and my eyes remained tight shut as the two powerful arms wrapped around my breasts tightly and the muscular chest of the big red male pressed against my upper back as he applied a crushing hold drawing me up and back into him. Now I could feel the first hints of the heat of his body against mine as he forcefully enfolded me to him. At the same time he drew his upper body over mine. There was nothing rough about his movements, they were slow and deliberate. The inner legs of the rutting buck were either side of my hips as they had slowly moved forward. As he did, he pulled me from side to side as he sought to come into as close contact as he could with me, his human doe. Now I was almost completely wrapped in the kangaroos tight embrace, his warmth was a protection against the swirling mist that had saturated my hair and night dress. I felt warm and safe, but a little bit of panic also remained as I felt the first tickling touch of the buck’s penis against my inner thigh.

My head felt light and totally not part of me as my eyes remained firmly closed to focus the sensations of what was about to happen. I wondered how a real doe kangaroo felt in the masterful presence of such a robust lover. Indeed was sex between kangaroos a momentous event or just a necessary part of life and nothing special. I had seen does force a male into following them for ages before the male finally got his way. Did they do that because they were reluctant to be taken by a burly, dominant male or was it part of the ritual of sex among kangaroos?

For that matter cows did the same and bitches as well. I had also seen she goats give the stud a run around before they were finally jumped and penetrated. Then in the tight grip of a kangaroo making probing efforts to find my increasingly moist vulva I realised that that is exactly what girls/women do. We make the men follow on dates, picnics, dinner and the clubs before reluctantly or otherwise we give in. Well, some of us actually make men follow longer than others. This sudden realisation that we females, regardless of species were all the same, was a demonstration of my wandering thoughts.

Thoughts that quickly returned to what was about to happen to me, as the probing penis rubbed my pubic hair. With gentle rocking motions the big male was getting closer to my moist slit. Even as that thought crossed my mind I realised that regardless of what this stud wanted to do his warm enfolding body held me in an unremitting clasp.

Hot breath on my cheek made me open my eyes. The huge head of my mate was against my cheek. I rolled my eyes toward the head to see the big soft eyes and almost feminine eyelashes of the buck as he swayed forward gripping me even tighter. Then, with me tightly in his powerful grip he rocked from side to side. He was searching for my opening. Not with brutal thrusts, but with gentle probing rolls of his hips. Each time his powerful hips gently rocked from side to side, I felt the moist dripping tip of his needle like member brush across my labia. Each time he gained a little ground toward his objective. Then finally I felt the penis part my increasing distended and receptive vaginal fluids and the probing tip of the oddly bent penis shaft slip into me.

A drew my breath and waited as the rotating hips paused as he realised he had found this strange females breeding portal. In that short pause, I wondered what it was like for the big Kangaroo. Then I heard my own voice saying. “What’s it like for you big fella, do you like June, does she feel nice for you?”

Never in my life had I spoken during sex. I had wanted to but beyond a giggle or an “I love you,” I had never spoken. Now with a kangaroo inside me I found my voice. The brief pause ended, the powerful hips that pressed against my own flaring curves in a vice like grip, began to heave. He pushed forward, onward and upward. Then, with a grunt that rumbled through his body the Big Red kangaroo thrust himself hard up into me, paused then thrust again. I drew my breath in hard as the tapered shaft slipped deep up inside me. Instantly he was nudging against my smooth, hard cervical mound. It hurt with a sharp stinging pain.

With every thrust of his hips the swelling penile shaft was seeking to find the tight puckered opening of my cervix. Time after time the probing point prodded and poked with the full force of the animal’s hind quarters behind it. Finally, after countless thrust his pointed tip found and parted my cervical opening. I screamed. I couldn’t help it, it was pure reflex. It was as if a burning poker had been thrust into me. The stinging pain made my head swim in a whirl of pain and pleasure as the penis tip went further and further with each jab of his hips.

The kangaroo settled into a steady rhythm of penis thrusts. No longer were the thrusts generated from the hip. I could feel the shaft bend and flex with each jab and knew that he was not fully embedded but I was unclear as to how far he was inside me or if each thrust was taking him deeper, I didn’t think so. The searing pain was now uncomfortable, but not painfully so. Now the thrusts were gentle, regular jobs, not brutal penetrating thrusts as the first few had been when he had finally broken into my cervical canal.

As I looked at his face, he suddenly turned and drew himself erect without releasing his grip. In fact, his hold was so tight that I came up with him as he lifted his upper body. He paused in his penal thrusts, but remained deeply penetrated. I followed the kangaroos gaze as he turned his head to the right. Another big red male had emerged from the swirling mist. That remained thick and wet in the wet rays of the early morning sun which was just poking above the low hills to the east. The entire scene was dreamlike as I looked from my rutting partner, then back toward the other kangaroo and new from his pricked ears he saw it as an interloper for my services. A challenger for me, the doe.

I felt my mates, funny how I looked at it that way in my thoughts, body tighten and heard as well as felt the little clicking noises he made to the other party. I also felt his penis flex within me invoking my own tingling excitement. It was rather weird as I stood, no dangled, because I no longer supported myself with my arms, in the grasp of this large buck as he warned off the challenger. Well, I guessed it was a challenger he didn’t appear too threatening as he stood crouched in the mist, poised to move.

Hell, what did it matter if he challenged or not, I felt my rebellious instincts rise, it was my decision to mate with this kangaroo and it would be my decision to select another mate if I wanted? A short time ago that was furthest from my mind, but now it could be a likely event and I was sure I, as a human, made the decisions. Well, that was my human response, but I wasn’t in a human situation. I was being humped by a red kangaroo surrounded by a number of other kangaroos of both genders. That made me one of them, part of the mob, and that’s how they saw it as well. A female kangaroo in this situation, my situation, had no options or very little. If this interloper challenged and chased off my current mate, I was his. Kangaroo law I guessed.

Two more gentle thrusts and the big male paused again. He was really bothered by the challenger. I felt awkward as I more or less dangled in the arms of the Kangaroo. I looked at him again as I felt his body roll back and without realising fully what I was doing I reached up with my right arm under his neck and patted his face gently.

“Steady, big boy, finish what you’re doing,” I giggled at my own choice of words, but I did so want him to finish me.

I wanted to feel the warm flood of his semen flow through my belly. If it was anything like the greys it would be a spreading warmth rather than a noticeable squirt. I wasn’t really sure if they did squirt or if they just oozed semen into my belly. Whatever happened, I had felt the pleasant warmth and the flexing of a penis as the greys had cum. My stroking fingers must have calmed him because no sooner had I said that I wanted him to finish than his thrusting commenced once again, although it seemed more hurried than moments ago.

Then, with a low guttural grunt, he stopped thrusting, and I felt his extremely hard, and now very swollen penis flex, then flex again. The realisation that he was about to cum provoked me to exhale with pent up relief. I hadn’t realised I had been holding my breath nor did I know for how long I had held it. The warm glow that accompanied his surging seed spread through me in a magical charge that made my every nerve end tingle. His sperm laden semen was flooding deep up inside my womb.

He remained holding me tightly as he discharged every last drop of his semen. Each diminishing discharge was preceded by powerful, muscular twitches of his strange shaped penis. A strange emotion spread through me. I felt at one with this dusty red beast. It wasn’t like love, whatever love is, It was something different and deeper. There was something very strange happening to me as I held him tightly about the neck I began to cry.

God this is so strange. I felt so fragile at that moment. The slowly withdrawing penis left me feeling strangely open and loose. The enfolding fore pours of the giant kangaroo reluctantly slid from my lower chest, ripping a hole in the saturated fabric of my night dress with his claw. I didn’t move as I looked about with tear filled eyes. I was shaking almost uncontrollably as I watched the kangaroo that had, moments before, been part of me. Our bodies had been joined by that strangely tapered, almost prehensile, penis. A penis that had plugged into me so completely that it, for the briefest time, had been part of me. Now I was feeling the loss as he glided away several metres, then paused briefly and turn toward the hovering interloper.

“Go away, Shoooo,” I was still where the kangaroo had left me. I could have moved, but for some reason I didn’t. “Shoooo” I said again.

I leaned a little forward to emphasise my meaning. Fine for a human, but for a randy kangaroo it was a lame effort at discouragement. He seemed to glide through the mist that had again become thicker since the sun came up. But the rays were week and although they may have warmed the air I guessed that above the mist there were clouds defusing the normally morning sunshine.

“Well, that worked.” I heard Viv’s critical assessment of my effort to discourage the interloper as he drew even closer.

“How long have you been there?” I turned to see Viv several metres away to my left.

“Oh a good while, from the beginning actually. I was impressed.”

“Thanks, sell tickets next time.” I snapped sarcastically.

“Now there’s an Idea, How can we work it?”

“Silly bugger, come here and give him a hand up,” I had no longer said it than the Intruding kangaroo arrived at my side.

“Oh later, maybe,” Viv’s voice had a laughing tinkle to it. “You have another customer sweaty.” She had no sooner got the words out of her mouth when a blur flashed out of the fog and the interloper wheeled and bounded away with the Old man Red in hot pursuit.

“Well, maybe I can help….. Now,” Viv offered her hand and helped me to my feet.

I just knew that my time here was going to work out.

 

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