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Subject: [FICTION] Arr: The Final Frontier, Part 2
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The Farm
It's not really all that bad of a life, living on a farm. My husband,
Jim, and I are hard workers. We have a son, Jimmy, 17, who helps a lot.
He's at school now, but he does his chores every day before and after
school.
This morning he fed the hogs and cattle, filled all the water troughs, and
put today's cows in the breeding pen with the Bull.
Jim works really hard and is usually overly tired. Today he's in another
county at a farm tools auction. The only complaint I have about our
marriage is that our sex life suffers. We haven't made love in weeks. And
it's not all his fault either. What with Jimmy around and living in a
small house, and being tired as hell all the time.
Hey, a farm is a more than full time job. We usually start before dawn
and don't finish until after dusk.
The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Hello". It was Paul, our insurance agent, calling to tell me he had to
do an inventory in order to renew our insurance. He has to confirm our
head count, etc.
I was looking out the window while we talked and noticed that one of the
cows that Jimmy had put in the pen wasn't at all receptive to the bull.
She was standing by herself on the other side of the pen while the other
three were vying for the bull's attention. I made a mental note that I
should get her out of there. She could get hurt if the bull insists on
breeding her and she resists.
Paul told me he was within five minutes of our house. I hung up and
thought I may be able to get Paul's help in removing the cow from the
breeding pen.
By the time Paul arrived I had completely forgot about it. We chatted in
the front yard for a while then started to walk towards the hog barn.
When we turned the corner, I noticed that three of the cows were standing
really close to the bull, but the other cow was still on the other side of
the pen.
Just then the bull started in her direction. "Uh, oh", I thought,
"there could be trouble".
The bull had a determined look on his face and started herding her toward
a corner of the pen. She was walking away, looking back over her
shoulder. She wasn't looking where she was going and walked into a trap,
right into the loading ramp, a fenced area that only one animal can fit
in. It's there to load animals on the truck and also to isolate them for
medicine, blood samples, veterinary exams, etc.
The bull had triumphed. And he looked real proud of himself. She was
trapped.
When you live on a farm, you get to see things like this all the time.
I knew what was going to happen and a shiver of pleasure went through my
body, like it always does. No matter how many times I see our animals
mate, it always reminds me of my own sexuality.
The bull's cock was fully unsheathed. It was bright pink and at least
three feet long.
He had his nose in the cow's cunt and was snorting. I could tell that she
was resigned to her fate. Her legs were splayed; her back arched and her
tail lifted.
He reared up and mounted her. His rear was hunching as he probed for the
opening. When he found his target, he hunched harder two or three times,
going deeper each time.
My body had a full sexual glow now. I was breathing hard.
The bull lunged forward with a powerful thrust, impaling her to his full
length. Then he started with the full strokes, causing her to bellow in
response. She was obviously having an orgasm. Hell, I was close myself.
It only lasted a few seconds. The bull started coming, hunching so hard
he forced her into the gate at the front of the pen. Then, with a full
withdrawal and final thrust he gave his own orgasmic bellow and his come
started flowing out of her.
He reared up and backed away. A stream of his come clung to the tip his
dick as he moved back. After a few steps the stream broke and fell, going
all the way from her cunt to the ground. She stood there, mooing softly.
He trotted back to the other cows with a proud strut.
I felt a hand clasping my arm. The scene I had just witnessed made me
forget where I was.
"What", I thought.
Paul turned to face me and grabbed my other arm.
"What are you doing"? I screamed.
He started pushing me back toward a small shed.
I thought, "He's going to rape me".
"No. No. Stop", I yelled. But he continued, pushing, almost carrying me.
He is so large and I'm so small.
My behind hit some feed bags but he continued forward, pushing between my
legs.
I couldn't help it, my legs spread and he pushed up against me. My skirt
rode up my legs. He was holding me so tight that I couldn't move.
He pulled my blouse out of my waist, then pulled my skirt up to my waist.
"Stop this", I cried, but he ignored me.
His hand went under my blouse and unhooked my bra. He roughly pawed my
breasts with one hand while his other hand went down between us.
"Please, let me go, please"!
I heard his zipper open.
"No, don't. Don't do this"!
He pulled my panties aside and I felt his dick probing my inner thighs.
Then it hit me. This is just what the bull did. This son-of-a-bitch is
going to fuck me just like that bull fucked that cow.
He found his target and hunched, just like the bull. I was surprised at
how wet I was. He entered me a few inches, then withdrew, went in a
little deeper, then withdrew and thrust into me so hard my feet were
lifted off the ground and my behind slid up on the sacks. His powerful
hip thrusts caused my legs to open further and he was fully inserted. And
it felt so good.
"Oh God. Oh God. We can't"
That didn't stop him, he started the long hard strokes. It felt so good I
was almost immediately ready to come. My feet came up to his hips as he
pummeled me.
I felt it. I felt an orgasm starting to roil in my belly.
"Oh God. Harder. I'm going to come".
His thrusts became even more powerful and even deeper.
I came. There was a glow then a shower of pleasure.
"I'm a cow", I thought.
"I'm coming. God. God. Fuck. Fuck God. Fuck me". I was completely lost
in my orgasm. How wonderful this man, this bull, is.
When it started to subside, I knew why. He was finished with me and had
backed away and his come was pouring out of me down over my ass.
There was a look of concern on his face. "I'm sorry", he said, "I don't
know what came over me".
"It's OK", I said, "it's better than OK, Paul. I haven't felt that in a
long time. It's OK".
His look of concern changed to relief then to lust when I said, "let's go
inside, I want you to fuck me some more".
I slipped off the sacks and looked over to see the animals standing at the
fence looking at us. They were watching us fuck just like we watched them
fuck.
Another one of the cows presented herself to the bull and he mounted her.
We watched as he fucked her just as hard as the first one. Paul played
with my breasts and I felt his hardon against my ass.
As we walked into the house, I noticed that all the cows were now close to
the bull and another one was standing right in front of him with her tail
in the air.