Farm Girl: Raped By The Goat by Blackdawn

This is the story of a young farm girl that was raped by a goat.

The alarm screams at me and I’m quick to roll over and slap my hand across the Snooze button making it stop then move my hand over pulling a small lever which turns the alarm off. Repositioning under the thin sheets, I toss them to the side, jump to my feet and drudge across my carpet flooring in nothing but a pair of tight pink panties and an over sized Twilight night shirt.

I pull my blonde bangs from across my eyes and tie my hair in a ponytail, walk through the trail of thrown out clothes and trinkets on my bedroom floor where I head for my door and shut it. My door adorned with glitter, pink stars and more stickers spelling out my name “Sue-Anne” in a cute way.

Walking through the hallway of our trailer, I make it to the back door then 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 out in the sticks, in the middle of no where, barely getting a signal on our cell phones, so far out that not even the school bus won’t travel all the way out here. Bubba and me have to wake up thirty minutes early just so we can walk a mile to the road to the main section of the road that the school bus travels. Even that is a dirt road. We have no neighbors, and because of that I can walk around in just about nothing without the worry of anyone seeing, 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 Bubba’s, my little brother’s pigs that he takes to shows and 4-H events, he, younger than me by two years, me being seventeen. Then there’s the four cows and two horses which belong 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. Bubba’s 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 meanwhile 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.

First thing are the cows, they’ll started screaming bloody murder if their 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 have to hurry before they get their shoes stuck in the wire of the fencing.

Filling up their own 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 groan Ram hadn’t knocked the watering unit off it’s 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 to, luckily though he likes me, so 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. That’s when I feel something big and heavy slam into my back knocking me down and onto my hands and knees. I’m quick to realize it’s Billy and know he’s mounting me for his own little fuck.

I panic and squirm than scream his name and for him to get off. He’s smart enough to understand his own name, but that’s as far as his intelligence can go sometimes, other times he’ll just 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’m wide eyed with shock and gasp in fear at what was going on, I was being raped by our goat.

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 hot stabbing pain through my insides, but 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 a couple more thrusts later I can feel his penis throbbing inside my uterus, I can feel the tip of his penis hardened fully 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 own 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’m petrified, thinking it really didn’t happen, that it couldn’t happen. Then the horror settles in, the horror that I was raped by our goat. Of all the stories of woman being raped by men, and I get raped by the goat. How embarrassing is that?

Still on all fours, still 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, in fact, I was wet, my pussy was even puffy. I blush, the goat had done a better than job than my boyfriend ever done.

Fingering myself some more, I find myself wanting more of that penis, I find myself wanting 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 seen this before. As expected, Billy lifts his head and looks to me, when seeing what’s going on, he’s quick to trot over to investigate and takes no time at all to taste my urine.

He’s a stupid animal, the damn goat will taste his own pee and will lift his lip up at it because it taste horrible, but then will go right 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 at all before he mounts me again. As before, he’s quick with his movements, so I move against him to get my own satisfaction. It took some of my own strokes to match his rhythm and I soon was moving myself forward as he was pulling 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. Every time that happened an explosion would happen inside me, my heart would race and soon found myself moving wildly with him, I got to moving as fast as he was.

I hear his own bleating then could feel his own penis began 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 of me being so loose that he was able to drive in even farther this time, I felt his final spasm then felt myself explode. I scream as my own orgasm came about and pushed into him as he locked himself inside me and shot off another hot load. I’m so tight I could feel his penis spasm inside me, I can feel every bit of his cum shooting inside me.

He pulled out then trotted off for the trough again. By this time I’m wanting something more now, 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 completely sure what he’ll do, so make sure to 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 to 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 pinch the tip between my index finger and thumb and start jacking him off, after a few strokes later he was completely out. 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, just to get a feel for its slick surface and strange taste. Soon I’m taking on the full thing, touching my own self 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 own 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 all the way down my throat and unloads everything right inside my mouth.