An Amish Girl Raped By A Goat
By Oj 1991.
Walking through the hallway of our house, I make it to the back door, walk into the laundry, get in my rubber boots, and tromp out the door into the warm morning air. It’s still dark outside, but the moonlight lights my way, and I don’t bother turning on the back porch light. I head for the back pastures and am greeted by all the farm animals eagerly waiting to be fed.
We live in the sticks, in the middle of nowhere, so far out. John and I have to wake up thirty minutes early to walk a mile to get to school. Even that is a dirt road. We have no neighbors, and because of that, I can walk around in just about nothing without worrying about anyone seeing me besides my family members.
It’s Saturday today, meaning no school.
First, we have the pigs, nasty fat stinking porkers I don’t even go near. They are John’s, my little brother’s pigs that he takes to shows and 4-H events. He was younger than me by two years, me being eighteen. Then there are the four cows and two horses belonging to my Mom and Dad. The chickens belong to everyone; we keep them for the eggs. And then there are the ten Bush goats. Mom keeps them to sell the babies and to butcher the younger ones when the meat is tender.
My job is to feed the cows, horses, and goats. John’s job is to feed his pigs and the chickens. He’s a bit of a lazy slob, so Mom and Dad didn’t give him much to do in the morning; I want to hurry up and get my chores through with so I can get back to bed. No need to water the critters since they all have automated water units.
The first thing is the cows. They’ll start screaming bloody murder if they’re not fed right away. By the time I’m through filling up their feed buckets and dumping the hay, the horses start pawing at the ground and digging into the fence. They’re shoed, so I must hurry before they get their shoes stuck in the fencing wire.
Filling up their buckets and dumping some hay, I then head to the very back behind the barn, that’s where their feeding trough is located, where I also dump the hay and make sure Billy, our full-grown Ram, hadn’t knocked the watering unit off its hinges again with his horns. He does it by accident. His horns are so long that they’ll get caught on it, and when he feels the vibration will panic and bolt, ripping it right off. One time he was out in the middle of the pasture grazing with it hanging from his horns.
Billy is the breeder, a large, one-and-fifty-pound goat that only thinks about eating, sleep, and sex. He can be mean too. Luckily though, he likes me, so he isn’t as mean.
Out by the troughs, my legs surrounded by goats, I finish up and turn to head back around the barn and out the gate. Something big and heavy slammed into my back, knocking me down and onto my hands and knees. I’m quick to realize it’s Billy and knows he’s mounting me for his little fuck.
I panic and squirm, then scream his name and for him to get off. He’s smart enough to understand his name, but as far as his intelligence can go, other times, he’ll ignore everything. I go to crawl forward but can’t, he has me completely pinned down, just like he does with the goats, so I try to push him off – no luck. I don’t even budge. I’m only one hundred pounds.
A few seconds later, I feel something slide past my panties, feel something wet touch my clit, then completely penetrate my pussy. I was wide-eyed with shock and gasped in fear at what was happening. Our goat was raping me.
A part of me wants to scream for help. Someone might be able to hear me, but pride takes over. There’s no way I want my family members to see me like this, being raped by a goat, especially Bubba. I can somehow imagine him telling everyone at school.
I try fighting against him but can’t. He instantly starts pounding into my pussy, ramming in and out very quickly. Each hard shove sends a burning, stabbing pain through my insides. Still, the pain subsides and cools some when his thin shaft of a penis pulls out, the rubbing sensation against my pussy helping take the pain away but is replaced by the same hot pain when he rams into me again.
He’s quick with his job, and I can feel his penis throbbing inside my uterus a couple more thrusts later. I can feel the tip of his penis hardened when he pulls out to shove back in. I feel his body spasm against me and feel his fat belly press hard against my back before he rams in for the final time and shoots his hot load of cum deep inside me.
Billy pulls out, and I turn around to look at him. He’s already turned and heading back for the trough to eat.
At first, I was petrified, thinking it didn’t happen, that it couldn’t happen. Then the horror settles in the spectacle that our goat raped me. Of all the stories of women being raped by men, I get raped by the goat. How embarrassing is that?
Still, on all fours, too shocked to move, I bring my fingers to my pussy to see what kind of damage he had done and am surprised to find myself unscathed. I was wet. My pussy was even puffy. I blush. The goat had done a better job than my boyfriend had ever done.
Fingering myself some more, I find myself wanting more of that penis. I want to cum on it and for it to cum in me again.
Calling Billy over, I find he’s busy stuffing his face and start to think, wondering how I could get him to come over. Having an idea, I’m quick to remove my panties, and still, on my hands and knees, I start to urinate just a little. I saw this before. As expected, Billy lifts his head and looks at me. When seeing what’s going on, he’s quick to trot over to investigate and takes no time to taste my urine.
He’s a stupid animal. The damn goat will taste his pee and lift his lip at it because it tastes horrible, but then will go over to the other goats and taste there’s.
Having some of my juices still on my fingers, I reach around and rub my fingers across his lips, and it’s no time before he mounts me again. As before, he’s quick with his movements, so I move against him to get my satisfaction. It took some of my strokes to match his rhythm, and I soon moved forward as he pulled back, letting that long smooth penis rub all up and down the insides of my wet pussy. By the time he was shoving forward, I was driving myself into him. My heart would race whenever an explosion happened inside me, and I soon found myself moving wildly with him. I got to moving as fast as he was.
I heard his bleating and then could feel his penis begin to harden and stiffen, which sent me into overdrive and pounded on that fine penis even more. I wanted to cum when he did.
I think it was because I was so loose that he could drive in even farther this time. I felt his final spasm, then felt myself explode. I screamed as my orgasm came about and pushed into him as he locked himself inside me and shot off another hot load. I’m so tight I can feel his penis spasm inside me. I can feel every bit of his cum shooting inside me.
He pulled out and then trotted off for the trough again. By this time, I want something more, something I love – cock.
Staggering to my feet, I turn and head for the trough. Once reaching him, I get on my knees beside him and reach up under his belly. I’m not sure what he’ll do, so keep an eye on his horns. What I’m about to do he’s never experienced before, and I don’t know how he’ll feel about it.
I know he can go another round sure he’s quick with his job, but I’ve watched him hop from one goat to the next on numerous occasions. My Mom didn’t even need to explain the birds and the bees to me. I learned the “Process of Life” by watching Billy fuck. We’ve had him for years. He turns and looks at me, his ears twitch, and I could swear, his eyes looking at me saying. “What in the hell are you doing?”
His penis was already starting to slide back in, but after I carefully pinched the tip between my index finger and thumb and started jacking him off, he was completely out a few strokes later. When seeing he wouldn’t make a fuss about it, I reposition myself under his belly and first lick his erect penis. It sure does taste different, not like my boyfriend’s, but wanting to continue, I place my whole mouth over his head and start sucking.
At first, I take just the head to get a feel for its slick surface and strange taste. Soon I’m taking on the whole thing, touching myself and deep throating this perfect cock. My boyfriend can’t even get me to deep-throat him. Using my tongue to play with the head, I turn up my sucking and keep my head moving faster and faster. I feel Billy bowing on
top of me, and he starts his rhythm, shoving himself in and out of my mouth. I feel his spasm, then feel his penis hardened. A few moments later, he shoves himself down my throat and unloads everything inside my mouth.
I didn’t know he would shoot that much cum all at once and choke and gag on it, some even coming out my nose, but his taste is salty, almost sweet. It tasted great.
Satisfied with eating his cum, happy as ever, I got the best damn orgasm of my life; I jumped to my feet and started heading for the gate once again, but I was surprised when I felt Billy press against my back and push me back to the ground. He was surprised when he realized he was still erect and screamed in pain when his penis accidentally penetrated the wrong hole. He was fucking my ass.
There was defiantly pain, way more than my pussy felt at first. Instead of the pain centered during the whole penetration, this was going on all along his penis. Pain followed wherever his erect shaft moved, even when he pulled out for a split second. But his thrusting, the rubbing of that cock against my tight ass, had me fingering my pussy, and I soon found myself moving against him, trying to get my pleasure out of him before he gave his orgasm.
This time though, when I felt his penis hardened, it seemed to almost lock in my ass, like he was too big for me, sending a tearing pain through my butt. But that pain was enough for me to scream in total ecstasy and fall forward in an orgasm, my juices flowing from my fingers and dripping into the dirt. I hear Billy bleat, then feel him push into me and give his orgasm, shooting that delightful hot sperm inside my asshole. I was surprised yet again when he didn’t immediately dismount, he just stayed there for a few moments, and I could feel his throbbing cock. I felt all that sperm still pumping out.
That’s when I decided on moving against that cock while it was still unloading. It felt so damn good against my ass, and apparently, it felt good for him when another spasm came, and he bleated, feeling a little bit more sperm coming out and feeling him press even further into my ass.
I close my eyes and groan from the pain, but some of it is a pleasure, making me want more. It makes me want to worship his cock, to do whatever it takes to get more of it. He feels just so damn fucking good.
He dismounted, and I expected him to trot off again, but he didn’t. Instead, he started licking my pussy. His cold nose made me jump, and I giggled cause it tickled, but he was soon licking me. First, it was just around the clit, but then he started driving his tongue in. Before I knew it, I rubbed my clit with two fingers and pumped myself back and forth. He didn’t stop with his licking either, so I kept on going, pumping into his wiggling tongue and slamming my fingers across my entire clit before driving into my pussy and pulling them out, then repeating the process. It wasn’t even five minutes when I pushed onto his tongue in a shrill and cum all over that tongue that was still inside me. When I’m through, the upper half of my body completely collapses to the ground, exhausted, and my pussy throbbing in pain. The only thing I want to do now is sleep.
Billy mounts me again, and I groan tiredly as he starts fucking me in the pussy. His movements seem wilder now. He’s quicker driving his penis into me than before, so fast he’s shaking me right where I’m at, making my tits rub against the dirt. I wince and hiss at his constant driving. Now it’s starting to hurt. There’s no pleasure in it but give him the joy of finishing.
He gives a couple more thrusts before bleating, his hard shaft pumping, and I hiss, squirm at his final orgasm, and groan when he shoves himself into me. Now he stays in even longer, and could feel more cum pumping out of him into me. I see his legs from between mine, I’m looking underneath, and that’s when I see cum. He unloaded so much into me it all started leaking out my pussy. He pulls out, and I see that erect penis and bulging head with more cum dripping out. He lowers his head between my legs, looks right at me, then turns and begins lapping at the small puddle of cum beneath me, most of it being his.
Waiting for what he’ll do next, I’m relieved when he trots off to one of the goats and smirk when I watch him mount one and begins fucking her wildly. The goat doesn’t even like his burst of stamina and starts bleating in protest.
Tired, I stagger to my feet, grab my panties and head for the trailer, take a shower, and put on some clean night clothes before going back to bed. My pussy is still throbbing, and the pleasant memories are still fresh in my head. They’ll give me something to dream about. At least now I’ll have something to do when no one is around.
And so ends the story of the Amish girl who a goat raped.
The End.
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