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Plow Me

A girl's quest for revenge gets her far more than she wanted.

Xanthe copyright Xanthe. Used with permission.

Emily stood there in the milking shed, her face burning bright red. Beside her stood Todd, her best friend, and in front of them both stood her mother. This early in the morning, it wasn't unusual to see them there, but there was something different this time.

Perhaps it was the fact that the only piece of clothing worn between them was the pink bathrobe that barely covered her mother's tits and sex. Perhaps it was the fact that both Todd and Emily were drenched in cow's milk. Or perhaps it was the cum quite obviously leaking from Emily's quim and running down her leg. No matter what it was, Emily's mother was not happy.

The two kids, for they were kids despite what they had done, trembled before her as she struggled with her emotions, opening her mouth several times, her eyes roaming over the two of them, clearly upset and yet aroused. Finally, all she did was to point at the far door of the milking shed. The two kids shifted in that directions, then walked, then burst into a run forgetting that their clothes were still in the stall of the milking shed.

Once outside the door, the two kids, completely embarrassed about what they had done, didn't say a word to each other, they just ran away from each other. Todd went back to the farmhouse while Emily, ran back to her room fully believing that her mother had just grounded her for life. She leapt onto her bed, grabbed the pillow and started weeping into it. She'd loved what just happened with Todd. She'd never felt better in her whole life, but the thought that she'd betrayed her mother's trust was overwhelming. For an hour she cried before exhausting herself. Numbly she got up from her now thoroughly messy bed and stumbled into the shower to wash the remains of her encounter off.

After her shower, she put on her bathrobe and slowly emerged from her room. She expected to see her mother out there, but she didn't. Glancing at the clock, she realised it was midmorning, far later than she had thought. For a moment she considered waiting for her mother, but she knew from experience, the longer she put off her apology, the worse the final punishment would be. She threw on a t-shirt and overalls and headed outside into the still misty morning.

She headed back to the milking shed where her mother was supposed to be, but she didn't see her there. She decided to try the main barn, but again there was no sign of her, though the air in there did smell a bit musky. The scent made her nipples perk all over again, but she shoved her naughty thoughts to the side and continued on her hunt for her mother.

As she approached the riding stables she heard the crack of a riding crop but she didn't think anything of it. These were the riding stables after all. However, the moans of a cow in orgasm gave her pause. That didn't come from the riding stables, but from the farm hand's quarters nearby. For a long moment she stood there wondering if what she heard was what she thought she heard. Then another moan seemed to confirm it. That had to be her mother's voice, but what on earth was she doing? Emily went over to the side of the building, stood on an upturned crate and peeked in the window.

The sight that greeted her was one to behold. There was her mother, naked as she was this morning, hanging from the ceiling, a Clydesdale cock impaled up into her sex, and she was spinning around that pole slowly as Xanthe, the riding instructor, smacked both of them over and over again with her riding crop. Emily couldn't believe it, and the effect on her was incredible. Instantly, her cunny was wet and she wanted that massive shaft for herself. Her mind swam as she saw her mother's tits jiggle as they were swatted and she thought how hot it was. But bubbling up from below was the memory of that look her own mother gave her that morning. Such disapproval and shame. Such modesty. Such prudishness. Such hypocrisy! As her mother turned on that cock and her enjoyment rang out and hit her ears, her daughter's anger started a slow build. How dare her mother banish her to her room for playing with a dear friend when she herself did this sort of thing!

She stormed off, her ears and nose red with anger, thoughts turning towards revenge. Mother didn't approve of her having sex and sharing her milk? I'll give her something to disapprove of, she thought. But what? What could she do to embarrass her mother? Who could she be with to mortify her mother properly?

And that's when she saw him. Roy. The bull was by the barn repairing the tractor, and in the midmorning heat, he was already sweating up a storm, his shirt off, and his jeans very tight. She could see the outline of his cock down the leg of the jeans, and that's what decided it for her. She wanted to outdo her own mother. She wanted a bigger cock inside her, and better yet, she wanted everyone to see.

She started to walk towards him, but then she paused. She remembered that Roy wanted her mother, not her, and that she'd have to be pretty damn tempting to even get him to look at her. She stood there watching him, thinking hard, the whole time, her scent was hitting his nostrils.

He glanced over his shoulder at her then looked away quickly so that she didn't notice. He had been thinking how lucky he was to work on a farm full of sexy young things all morning, and now it seemed that one wanted him, or was at least thinking about it. On any other day, he wouldn't have given her a second thought, but there just seemed to be something in the air.

Emily bit her lip and ran off to her room. She opened up her closet and started pulling clothes out of it onto the floor. She started grabbing bits of clothing and holding them up to her body, looking at herself in the mirror and then throwing them down on the floor again. Starting to get flustered, she pulled out a chest of old clothes and threw open the lid. There on top was what she wanted.

An old t-shirt that had been ripped down the middle stared out at her. She grabbed it and underneath it was a pair of red shorts that she hadn't worn since she was nine. She grabbed that too, and started changing.

Half an hour later, Roy had given up on the tractor and decided to work out some of his frustrations by taking an old fashioned plow, grabbing the reins and pulling it himself. Sweat covered his body, and judging by what he could see, that was more than some were wearing today. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw one of the sheep touching herself discreetly in the distance, but then she ran off with two of her friends. None of that mattered now, though, he had a job and it was one that would let him see everything going on, and exhaust himself at the same time.

"Ahem."

Roy turned and looked at Emily. She was wearing that old torn t-shirt with the cartoon cat on it, but it was much too small for her now, even though the rip in front had been mended with a simple knot between her breasts. The thin cotton fabric was stretched tight across those tits, the nipples hard and visible but covered... barely. Her cleavage was a sight to behold. Looking down, Roy could see that she was wearing a pair of very tight red shorts with the waistband rolled down so low, that the very top of her pink sex flesh could be seen, and the folds of her sex were bulging out the crotch, outlining them perfectly. She wore nothing on her feet, and her hair which she normally wore braided up was down, curly and spilling over her head covering one eye. She looked every inch a 13 year old slut.

Dropping the reins of the plow, he stood up and smiled at her, his mind racing at a mile a minute. This was the daughter of the girl he wanted, not the woman herself. Then again, she had made it quite clear the other night that she wasn't interested. And this girl was so obviously here and wanted him badly. He decided to find out just how badly she wanted it.

The moment that Roy looked at her, Emily's cunny got moist and her nipples erected.. Little damp patches started appearing on the white cotton of her shirt, and the red cotton of her shorts, making the red color go nice and dark. She struggled to maintain her composure. Part of her wanted to grab him and wrestle him to the ground, but she knew that she'd never be able to do that. She had to make him want her.

"Nice day today, isn't it, Roy?"

"mm-hmmm"

"A bit... misty though."

"A bit..."

This wasn't going well. By now, Roy should have stepped towards her so she could run her fingers over his chest and start teasing him about how all the girls wanted him and so on. But he wasn't.

"Actually, mists like this aren't unusual this time of year."

Emily bit her lip and trailed her fingers through her hair as they chatted, the subject never quite leaving the inane subject of the weather. Emily couldn't change the subject towards sex, which would mean that she'd failed. She had to get Roy to change the subject so she could reel him in, but Roy was having none of it. He knew her game, and wanted to see just how desperate she was.

"The weathermen aren't predicting rain for a few days, and even then only showers."

On and on the conversation went, and Emily got more and more frustrated, and as she did so her breathing got harder and her heart raced, and she wanted this bull more and more. Her sex kept getting wetter, the damp patches on her shorts and shirt kept getting larger and larger, the flesh color showing through the shirt, making her look even sluttier than before, but yet Roy didn't respond to the bait.

"They said on the weather report that its something called an inversion."

If Emily knew how to swear, she'd have done a blue streak by now. This was torture! Right in front of her was the biggest and best man she'd ever seen, and she was hornier than a cat in heat! She'd never get her revenge this way, and she was almost trembling with all the pent up emotion!

"You got a spot on you."

"Uh? Where?"

She looked down at herself noticing for the first time that her tits could be plainly seen. Roy stepped forward and he placed his fat index finger, not on either of those, but right in the middle of the spot in her shorts. "Right there."

She couldn't help it. She let out the most guttural moan and fell forward into his arms, her hips thrusting forward wanting that finger to do more than touch. The bull chuckled and he peeled the shorts down, the sodden fabric clinging to her folds. "Thought you could come here and tempt me to play with you? To use you? To be your toyboy? Well you were mostly right, but you forgot one thing." His thumb pressed up into her sex, his index finger slid up into her virgin tailhole, and he pinched the wall between them. "You forgot that I'm always in control."

Emily moaned and clenched her holes around those fingers, her hands gripping onto the big bull's arm, and instantly she was lost. She reached up, grabbed on of Roy's horns and started licking it like it was a lollypop as she humped herself up and down on those fingers. Chuckling to himself, he picked her up and carried her over to the plow and laid her on her back, fingers still inside of her causing her to moan and rip open the knot of her shirt.

"Oh yes.... Plow me.. plow me please..."

Roy did not disappoint. In an instant, his jeans were off and his fat cock, far thicker and longer than the one her own mother took, was pressed against her pink sex and forcing its way inside. Emily grabbed hold of the plow's sides, arched her back, and pressing herself back against the cock cried out as that fat fucker sunk into her. Roy leaned over her blocking out the noonday sun and he started driving it hard and deep into her, working more and more up and in, Emily's hands clutching at his chest, mouth open and licking at his dripping sweat. This is what Roy wanted. All his teasing had driven this cow girl to this point. She no longer had any inhibitions at all.

Over and over again, Roy plunged his cock deep into the wet girl, harder and faster until he finally managed to hilt his cock deep inside of her, her cries getting louder and louder. Riding by on an old stallion, Xanthe, the tormentor of Emily's mother, paused to watch for a moment from the high vantage point of her mount. Herself fully naked, she watched the girl get claimed and used for a long moment, a blush crossing her cheeks. She had never seen a fucking like this, despite what she herself had done earlier that morning. The cries were sure to attract a crowd, and as she looked over, she could see the first curious ones start to look over. Thinking it best if she were not found like this, Xanthe nickered to her stallion, and she trotted off.

Over and over the girl was plowed in to , her body slammed agasint the wood frame of the plow. Finally, just as the girl was about to cum, her mouth open, and throat already ragged from the cries, Roy leaned in and said, "You'll do anything for more, won't you? Won't you girl?"

Without thinking, she nodded. All thoughts of revenge or anger or modesty were lost to her now. All she knew was lust and pleasure. Roy suddenly pulled his cock out of her sex suddenly making her moan with loss, only for that moan to turn into a scream as her virgin tailhole was filled by Roy's massive cum lubed cock! Snorting, he pushed himself deep into her tailhole, the sensation of pain fusing with the pleasure and she came incredibly hard, her entire body spasming!

"Damn Roy... you got a hot one there."

Roy looked up. Standing there was Sam, one of the older stable lads, and a horse himself. He just couldn't stop staring at the girl as she writhed in pleasure. And he wasn't the only one. Several other stable hands, had come over to have a look, all of them horses. "Roy... you don't suppose you could share, do you?"

Roy laughed as he plunged his cock deep into the girl. "Why not? Take her mouth." He started thrusting faster and harder as Sam tilted Emily's head back, and before she could object, his cock was stuffed into her mouth and pushed down her throat. In her orgasmic haze, she started sucking on it, wanting the salty 'milk' that she had first tasted that morning. As Roy leaned back, plunging his cock in, his best friend, Gary, an anthro goat crawled onto the girls front and plunged his cock deep into the wet girl's sex! Roy laughed as he thrust in harder, his hand on Gary's bottom as it plunged up and down into Emily's poor abused cunny. He knew Gary wouldn't be able to resist a waiting hole like that.

Over and over again, they plunged into the girl until, almost as one they all cried out, Roy bellowing, Sam neighing, and Gary bleating as all three cocks shot their loads into their holes, Emily frantically swallowing and milking the cocks inside of her as she was flooded with cum, her own orgasm crashing into her!

Gary pulled himself out, as did Sam, and they ended shooting half of their loads onto her, splattering her young body with their seed. Roy, on the other hand, kept his cock inside of her, plugging her tailhole. After a few moments, after Sam and Gary had gotten out of the way, he leaned over Emily, her eyes fluttering and her chest heaving, tears in her eyes.

"I think the weather today will be hot and humid. Don't you?"

All she could do was nod. Roy put his hand on her sensitive belly and he slowly slid himself out. And then he pushed on the girl's belly making her moan and his own cum to come spurting out of her tailhole to the delight of the small crowd that had gathered.

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then Emily slowly sat up a bit, and looked around. Breathing deeply of the misty air she locked her eyes on one of the other farmhands, she wasn't sure which one, and nodded to him. Without another word the farm hand, a ram, stepped forward and pushed her back onto the plow. She was soon surrounded by men of all species fucking her, jacking off on her, or being jacked off by her.

It wasn't until several hours later that the last man shot his load onto her tits and she lay back exhausted on the plow. Breathing heavily, she just lied there, her black and white markings obscured by all the cum, her sex and ass leaking seed, and her belly bulging slightly from all the seed she'd consumed. Left alone out there, she just lay there for about half an hour before slowly getting to her feet, and stumbling down towards the milking shed. That's when she saw the farmer's pickup truck driving towards the farm. That's when it hit her. Her mother. Half the farm must be absolutely buzzing with the story of what she just did. Remembering what she did with the farmer's own son that morning, a blush came to her cheeks and she tried to cover herself with her arms and failed. She tried to hide, but she could barely walk. She didn't feel triumphant. She felt mortified.

It was fortunate for her that the farmer was distracted by what he saw in the pig pen.