Kids Grow Up So Fast...
Story by rand0m on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
Another story featuring two legged ferals. Goats this time, until I inevitably circle back to equines...
I emerged from my house and inhaled deep of the dew-laced morning air, feeling the rush of oxygen invigorate me more than my morning coffee seemed to. As routine as my mornings (or days for that matter) were there was something about these late-spring days that made me forget my age. The girl in me wanted to run barefoot through the still wet grass and pick the wildflowers dotting it, but I knew better. Nana would get antsy if I dawdle.
I know for a fact a lot of my friends and loved ones think I'm a little crazy for living what to them must seem like a hermit's lifestyle, but were too kind to make a big deal out of it, guessing it was just my way of coping. It had been about six years since my husband had died on that oilrig, working a job from hell so we could make a little slice of heaven for ourselves up here.
He knew the risks but the money was more than he could make any other way, and he wanted to put away a little extra while he was still in his prime. This little old farm-house we'd bought was just perfect for us, but he'd insisted we'd build it up once we got started on our family. Something we never got to do.
Despite the beauty of my surroundings I felt a little bitter at the memory of that first year without him, but I'd cried out my tears and managed to get my life back together. I was all right for money because my Jacob had put away a lot and the life insurance had paid up a lot more. I'll be forty later this year and many of my friends have urged me to find someone, some of them offering to find someone for me, but I assured them I'm happy out here on my own.
Well, almost on my own. I'd gotten Nana about nine months after Jacob's accident, initially as a prudent investment. I was going to get to work on the little farm I had and I figured a milk goat would be a good start. Looking back, I think it was Nana that got me out of that dark mood I'd been in. She didn't understand grief, couldn't say a comforting word if she'd wanted to, but she was around, and that helped.
The name was a sort of accident. I got her just before her milk started coming in and she was very fussy about her morning milking in those first months. She'd sometimes wake the rooster, bleating in annoyance that I wasn't already awake to ease the swelling in her teats. Her bleats always sounded a little nasal to me, so I would walk out blearily with my bucket to see her leaning out the window of her little shack, her young, swollen breasts thrust out to prove her point as she went 'naaaa, naaaa!', urging me to pick up my pace. I would reply with a tired “Yes, yes, naaa naaa" which soon turned into “Yes, Nana."
She'd settled down a little since then and no longer sounded off in the morning unless she felt I was running late. Her ears began to twirl once she saw me and I smiled as I caught sight of her in her usual place, hands resting against the sill of her little window, her arms framing a pair of impressive teats with stiff nipples poking out of little pink patches in a sea of snowy white fur.
People always remarked on how gorgeous she looked and complimented me on taking such good care of her, but truth be told I didn't even groom her all that often. I sometimes thought about explaining to them that Nana was actually quite vain, and would often spend hours preening and making sure her coat was pristine, but people already thought I was a bit loopy, so I just graciously accepted the credit.
I opened the door and gave the goat a brief hug as she nuzzled against my neck. I made sure not to hold her too tight because despite the fact that Nana enjoyed this sort of bonding, her breasts would be full and the pressure would be enough to make them leak all over my dress. That was in part due to the fact that I also had an impressive chest, despite it not being productive.
My appearance was one of the reasons why my female friends insisted I go and try to meet someone. Despite my advancing years I led an active and very healthy lifestyle, and I knew for a fact it showed, especially when the weather was nice like it was today and I went out in just a light sundress. Once I unwrapped myself from Nana, it was back to business as usual as far as my goat was concerned. She walked over to a little table and pressed her palms against the wall it was resting against. With her front bent over a little her heavy teats were dangling above the surface and I wasted no time getting my bucket in place.
I quickly rubbed my palms against each other, since Nana would get annoyed if I did this with cold hands. Once I figured they were warmed enough, I put my fingers on her nipples and began to pull and squeeze the sensitive nubs in a practiced rhythm, the goat thrusting her breasts out a little into my touch as she felt the sweet relief of her milk being expressed.
I'd never really gotten around to buying a milking machine, and if I hadn't done so now I suppose I never will. I'm not sure how Nana would react to one now that she's gotten used to the personal touch. I wasn't really thinking straight when I got her, desperately trying to pull myself up by my bootstraps and all. I figured I'd get the machine before her milk came in, but then I didn't and I had a young Nana with swollen teats who needed milking.
I was a country girl and had learned how to do it from my grandmother, even though we had milkers on our farm. But my granny insisted I learn how to do it, telling me that machines break down sooner or later and that you can't tell the animals to wait for the repairman. And it was thanks to her that I was ready to roll up my sleeves and get to work when Nana needed me to.
Nana let out a happy little bleat as her milk began to flow, arching her back and leaning as much as she could into my hands. By now I was practiced enough that I could do this with my eyes closed, my fingers teasing, pulling and pinching (gently!) her little nubs until the smell of fresh milk mixed with the sweet fragrance of clean straw, as well as the almost spicy scent of Nana's fur.
When the jets of her milk turned into thin squirts, I released her nipples and let her get up. She turned to me and gave me an imploring look as she hefted her alabaster mounds, suggesting she wasn't quite empty yet. I knew just what she wanted, and it wasn't for me to go back to tugging on her teats with my fingers.
With a sigh of exasperation I didn't really feel I took a seat on a nearby chair, Nana's face lighting up as I gave in to her little demand. She quickly made her way towards me, almost dancing in her cloven hooves before pushing her chest out at my face. Placing my hands on her ripe globes, I brought one slightly dripping nipple to my mouth and gently latched on, my efforts rewarded instantly with a thin stream of warm milk. As my lips went to work on her teat, I used my other hand to gently massage Nana's other teat, being careful not to squeeze hard enough to make her squirt.
We got into this little habit of me nursing the last few drops from her sort of accidentally. It wasn't long after I got Nana that we became inseparable, and I'd often spend my free time on a blanket outside, reading a book while my goat lounged around next to me. It was on one such a lazy afternoon that I looked up from my book to see Nana laying on her back, stretched out languorously as the last rays of the setting sun warmed her pristine-white fur.
I laid down next to her, propping myself on one elbow as I just admired her beauty and her tranquility. Every so often she would take a deep breath, her bare chest rising and falling and drawing my eyes to her bosom. I still don't know what had possessed me, but I clearly remember leaning over and placing my mouth over one pink nipple, my lips closing around it as my tongue coaxed out the first stream of milk into my mouth.
For me it was a curious sensation, but I knew then and there that Nana was hooked by the strange little sounds she began to make as she lovingly nuzzled my hair. It was no replacement for milking, but I kept letting her nurse me every now and again, just for the warmth and closeness it made me feel.
I had expected to be replaced at her teat once Billy came along, and for almost a year the kid had been eager to take my place suckling Nana, but after the year was out he lost interest in his mother's bosom and was more eager to find treats out on the farm. I didn't keep the two penned up since they never really gave me any reason to. There was a fence around my property to keep them out of trouble, and they were strangely responsible, nibbling away at the fruits, vegetables and even just the wild grass without ever making a mess. Apart from a little grain I gave them every now and again they pretty much fed themselves.
Billy must have read my mind because he came bursting in at that moment, hooves clacking excitedly on the wooden floor as he ran up to me. Every now and again I'd bring him a piece of honeycomb from my hives, which he was even now trying to sniff out as I released Nana's breast from my mouth, both of us knowing our private time was at an end now that Billy was here. As names go I know it's not a very original one, but it seems to fit. As a male goat he's a billy, and considering what a handful he was Billy the Kid described him perfectly.
“Sorry Billy, but even a growing kid can't have a honey comb every day." I said, making myself a little sad.
Billy was growing, the barely five year old young goat already standing as tall as my and Nana's chest. He had his mother's white coat (if not her grooming habits) and every time I looked at him I could see the last traces of baby fat giving way to a lanky musculature. I'd had Nana bred about eight months after she started producing, at the instance of a more experienced acquaintance that a young nanny goat needs to bear at least one child while she's young to avoid complications later on in life.
So I hired her a stud and about five months later Billy came into our lives. And what made me sad was the knowledge that he'd have to leave us pretty soon. After all, he was about to become an adult with certain urges he couldn't fulfil when the only female around was his own mother. I'd found a good home for him – a neighbor of mine from up the road had retired early, and at the insistence of his wife that he would go crazy without something to do, he'd decided on a little goat dairy farm. He'd just got a few more nannys and it would make more sense for him to get a billy to tend to them than hire a stud every time one went into heat.
I'd decided I would give him Billy, even though he offered to buy him from me. I'd turned him down, saying I really didn't need the money, but the truth was I couldn't put a price on the kid. At least he'd be close enough to visit every now and then. I knew I was silly to let myself get attached, and I knew I should have looked up to Nana who'd instinctively began putting a little distance between herself and her child, knowing he wouldn't be a kid much longer.
Billy didn't seem to believe my claims that I didn't have a treat for him, running his hard-nailed fingers all over me and sticking his muzzle wherever he could, nostrils working overtime as he tried to sniff out something sweet. I managed to get up out of the chair and disentangle myself from the little goat, turning around to check on their oats when Billy started groping my tush.
I didn't think much of it, since he'd gone through a peculiar phase about a year ago. He was just over waist-high then and little nub-like horns were starting to show through the white mop on the top of his head. As far as Billy was concerned, it was already a mighty rack and he intended to use it! Every time I turned my back to him, it was only a matter of time until he lowered his head and charged my rump, almost knocking me over when I didn't see it coming.
And when I'd turn around he'd take a few steps back and give me a cute but feisty look, daring me to charge at him. I found it adorable so I never did reprimand him, and my behind was cushiony enough that he couldn't really hurt me. That seemed to encourage him to try the same thing with his mother, which turned out to be a mistake. I remembered smiling at the sight of Nana browsing from among some low-hanging apricots when Billy charged her, getting a surprised bleat from his dame when the top of his head met her cheeks.
As she spun around he greeted her with the same cocky expression he used on me, but Nana seemed to know how to answer. One step took her close enough to her son and she swung her head down, connecting with his with an audible thump. I was worried at first that they might be fighting and that Billy might be hurt, but the young goat merely shook his head to clear it and sidled closer to his mother, suddenly a lot more affectionate and docile now that his apparent bid for dominance had failed.
I gasped out loud when I suddenly felt Billy's muzzle poking between my cheeks, his hands now frantically pinching and groping whatever they could. I tried to step away from him and disentangle myself from the suddenly grabby kid, but with his head pushing against my behind I tripped and wound up on all fours.
I hadn't worn anything under my airy sundress and the fall had caused my bosom to spill clear out of it. Blushing a little I straightened up and began to stuff my chest back into the fabric on instinct, an instinct that would prove costly. I was still pulling the neck-line up when Billy threw himself at me, pressing his chest against my back as I was forced back on all fours. I had thought this was just some new game for him until I felt the unmistakable sensation of his hips bumping against my rear, and a few red flags went up.
“No Billy, get off! Bad boy!" I scolded in my sternest tone but it had no effect.
Billy had no intention of going anywhere, as evidenced by the hands wrapped around my waist. Deciding this has gone far enough, I started to get up, intent on giving the misbehaving buck a little swat on the muzzle. It proved easier said than done, and I wondered when the kid I could once carry around in my arms had gotten so heavy. I had almost managed to straighten up, but then Billy tightened his grip and pushed me back down with frightening ease. I could feel the hard muscles on his chest and the arms wrapped around me and began to ask myself just how much power there was in that lanky body.
“Aaah!" I cried out, suddenly feeling something else that was hard jabbing away behind me.
My eyes went wide with shock when I realized this wasn't just one of Billy's games. I was on all fours, securely in his grip, and my dress had ridden up from his humping, leaving me disturbingly exposed back there. A sort of panic gripped me and I found myself panting as I tried to wriggle and squirm away, to somehow extract myself from the young male's grip. The situation suddenly seemed terrifying, and as my struggles produced no results I wondered how much time I had left until those wild, inexperienced pokes found what they were looking for.
I looked to my side, spotting Nana and wondering if she might reel in her son, but the doe just stood to the side, watching us with mild interest and clearly no intention of intervening. I began to realize that from her point of view there was no reason to. Billy had pushed me around and I never pushed back signaling my acceptance of him as a dominant male. But Billy was far too young for…
No, he isn't. It was almost like I could hear myself talking to me, a little voice of reason cutting through my current state of panic. You just wouldn't allow yourself to see the little signs, because you wanted to keep him around for as long as possible…
It occurred to me than that that's exactly what I had done. How long had he been sniffing at me and touching me, and I'd simply written it off as a little boy looking for hidden sweets? When had I ever given him a reprimand, a signal that I didn't want him touching me? But I didn't want this! There must still be a way, something I could do before…
“Aaaaaaaahhhh!" I cried out, my head flying up and my eyes wide as one of Billy's thrusts found its target, the tip of a hard, hot shaft parting my lips as inches of cervine flesh were pushed past them. Billy gave a happy bleat from above me and immediately shoved himself all the way in, apparently oblivious to distress he was causing me.
His next stroke drove the air from my lungs and no sound came from my gaping mouth as my body was forced to accept his member. I haven't had anything other than a finger or two down there in years and the kid's shaft spearing into me felt like somebody had jammed a broom-handle between my legs. I took a few ragged breaths, feeling the searing heat back there as Billy forced me to stretch around him, the young goat mercifully pausing on top of me.
My mind conjured up an image of what was inside me – a slender red shaft, longer than anything a human male had between his legs once it was fully out of its furry sheath. Of course it wasn't Billy's rod I was remembering, but rather his sire's. I remember the experienced goat getting a slightly nervous Nana into a similar position, before mounting and finding her ready sex with only a few testing pokes.
But her reaction was different than mine. The moment the male speared into her she seemed to grow more confident, more eager, arching her back as she accepted his thrusts. Once the billy's owner and I saw that the two were getting along, we left them to their business and went back into the house for some coffee. And not a moment too soon because I remember how flushed I'd gotten at the sight of Nana on all fours, bleating eagerly as the male humped her.
I also realized why it was that my parents never had an issue with me seeing regular animals mate, but always made sure I wasn't around when the bipeds were being bred. Even though they were both animals, the ones that had a more human shape seemed to leave a different impression when getting busy.
I was brought back to reality when Billy gave a little jab that pushed me forward a bit. He hadn't even pulled out and just seemed to be testing if he was really all the way inside me. With a shock I realized he was, since I could feel the fur of his sheath tickling my spread lips. No wonder I was hurting back there if my insides were forced to accept what was at least nine inches of cervine flesh in one brutal thrust.
I braced myself, both physically and mentally, for what I knew was coming. I drew in a shuddering breath just as Billy pulled out, only to have it forced from my lungs when the kid bucked his hips, once again spearing me on his length. I was amazed at the force behind his thrust, the powerful lunge almost enough to send my face sprawling into the straw on the floor as the kid on my back reclaimed me.
Instinct took over and the young goat began really breeding me, drawing a cry from my lips every time his hips would smack into my plush rear. My body was rocked wildly with every mighty thrust and after a few of them my breasts had popped out of my dress again, bouncing freely beneath me as the rutting kid claimed me like I was a nanny in heat.
I became aware of something trickling past my lips and immediately reached down with one hand, worried I might be bleeding from the goat's forceful rutting. When I pulled my wet hand away I was relieved to see it was only a clear liquid, realizing with shame that it must be Billy leaking into me. My nose was immediately filled with the musk of a rutting goat, although the powerful scent seemed a little sweet to me, something I assumed was due to Billy still being so young.
I remember feeling a strong urge to keep sniffing my dripping fingers, but with the kid ramming away at my behind I couldn't spare the hand. I hung my head low, finally accepting there was nothing I could do except wait for this to be over. I could now look at what was going on back there, and my eyes flew open in shock when I spotted Billy's sack swinging wildly with every thrust he made between my legs.
I suppose I haven't really looked at him down there before, since two-legged animals did a good job of keeping any part they could reach clean, so grooming mostly focused on their backs. But one sight of the kid's heavy elongated orbs was enough to finally dispel my illusion that it was still a mischievous child humping away at me. This was a rutting male who wouldn't stop until that massive sack was emptied into my womb, mistakenly thinking I could bear his offspring.
“Oh God!" I cried out at the thought that when this was all over I would be left dripping the seed of the little kid I'd helped Nana raise. My cheeks burned with what I told myself was shame, although the leaking of Billy's shaft into my sore passage meant that the burning between my legs was at least lessening.
The pain faded into a warm, throbbing sensation, and I comforted myself with the knowledge that the worst part was over, and that Billy would… finish soon enough. It was easier to think of it like that – something was happening and it would soon be over. A lot less embarrassing than facing the fact that the young goat was humping me for all I was worth and would any moment come like a fire hose and leave my folds gaped and drooling his spunk.
His next thrust proved strong enough to push me over, and I found myself with my face against the floor, the straw poking at my naked breasts as the kid on my back kept his hold, stretched out across my back and not even slowing down. I didn't even bother getting up since Billy's pace was now so vigorous I was sure I'd just end up sprawled on the floor again. I saw Nana kneeling next to me, watching us with a mild curiosity, especially since she didn't really have a sex drive when she wasn't in heat.
It made me recall her session, the one that had conceived the buck even now doing his best to breed me. Nana had been nervous of the strange male at first, but seemed to come to enjoy the rough breeding the moment the goat found her sex with his tip. When we'd realized they'd be fine together we'd left the pair alone for a little more than an hour. When we came back the male was gulping down handfuls of oats while a curious Nana was bending over and sniffing at his sheath, wondering if the male's rod would put in another appearance and giving me a view of her sex that left no doubt she'd soon be swelling up with her firstborn.
Nana had enjoyed it. The voice came back, and there was no doubt I could deny it. Heat had made her nervous and fidgety, but when I came back there was a glow to her, a vitality that the male seemed to leave her with, along with what was probably a pint of his seed. But she was a goat mating with another goat, it was only natural. It wasn't right for a woman to be taken like this by an animal.
But try as I might, and despite his current animalistic behavior, I couldn't think of Billy like that. I cared for him deeply, I thought he was cute and growing into beautiful, I got teary eyed at the thought of him leaving soon. You're not upset about being mounted by an animal, you're upset at being mounted by your son! The thought clicked into place and I had a strange moment of clarity, impaled on a buck's shaft. I felt like I'd been betrayed, taken against my will by the child I'd never had.
One particularly sharp buck from Billy brought me back to my reality, my ears picking up the now wet sound of his cock sheathing itself in my all too welcoming sex. I felt his body tense and the thrust that followed that one felt like a punch against something deep inside me. I was still reeling from the sharp stab of pain, realizing only then how well my body had adjusted to the buck, when the whole length throbbed and the tip erupted.
Little sharp gasps left my mouth, timed almost perfectly to the ropes of caprine seed being flung as deep inside me as Billy could reach. The first few pulses felt like a warm flood in my belly, but the ones after that surged around the throbbing length, my cheeks turning red as I felt a deluge of warm spunk trickle out of my speared sex, a thick rivulet running along my belly and soaking into the dress bunched up around my waist.
I knew I must be a mess by the time Billy finally pulled himself out of me and released me from his embrace. I just stood there, my cheek against the wooden floor until I managed to catch my breath. I could feel the cool air against my cum-drenched slit, and after that what I was sure were sniffs and huffs. I managed to straighten myself up, still on my knees because I wasn't sure I could stand just yet.
I gently brushed one hand between my legs, my cheeks burning at the slimy mess I felt back there, but I felt some relief that my gentle probing uncovered no damage to my tender sex. Still, I could feel how the usually tight petals were parted, allowing the buck's seed to leak out of me and down my thighs. It had been a long time since I'd had a man, and I was sure no male had ever taken me this hard and this fast.
A nuzzling against my neck should have been my warning, but I failed to react and a moment later those strong arms were once against wrapped around me. I was shocked that Billy was already eager for another go, and suddenly quite determined not to let him. I struggled as much as I could with my panic-induced strength but I failed to stop the young goat worm wrestling me back onto all fours. I felt the hot, wet jabs again, and did my best to wriggle my rear and deny him the chance to get in me once again.
“Okay Billy, you've had your fun but enough is eeeeEEEEEEE!" My word ended in a squeal as a fresh pain blossomed behind me.
My struggling and wriggling did deny the buck the chance to find my slit again, and the goat's next thrust made it unmistakably clear where the prodding shaft had ended up. I croak was torn from my throat as the cum clinging to his length allowed Billy to easily slip a few more inches past my speared pucker. Pain blossomed between my cheeks as a virginity I'd never expected to lose was taken from me, the young goat mounting my behind not seeming to mind that he'd gotten the wrong hole.
“A-all right Billy, I'll behave. Just – ah! – just please take it out of there… “ I mumbled, but of course the kid couldn't understand.
I wasn't sure which was worse – the pain or the shame of being taken this way, buggered on all fours by a goat. If I'd known this would happen I'd have spread myself open for the kid! Stars swam in front of my eyes and I did my best to relax, since unclenching back there seemed to make the buck's member easier to take. The pain of my first ever anal penetration made Billy's earlier rutting seem pleasant by comparison.
I grit my teeth as tears began to fall from my eyes, the obvious buck lovingly nuzzling my neck as he somehow managed to drive his entire shaft past my throbbing rectum. Fortunately his shaft began to leak once again, and I did my best not to scream out loud as he began to rut my behind. My first taste of anal sex left me in pain and feeling disgusted with myself, the sensation of a shaft spearing into my ass filling me with shame as well as firm caprine flesh. The only distraction I had was the slap of Billy's heavy sack against my messy lips, a metronome-like beat to the buck's buggering.
Nana seemed to notice my distress, walking closer and bending down to get a good look at my face. I looked at her through teary eyes, pleading silently for her to intervene, but of course she wouldn't. In her mind, I'd offered myself to a male twice, and was getting just what I wanted. She seemed genuinely puzzled why I seemed so distraught.
Still, she did feel my pain, silently kneeling down in front of me and lovingly nuzzling my hair. As small as it was, the caring gesture made me feel a little better and I found myself throwing my arms around the doe's neck, hugging her fiercely as she hugged me back while her son continued to rut my rear without interruption.
Our embrace couldn't lessen the physical pain, but just being around Nana had gotten me out of moods much worse than this one. As our chests pressed against each other I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, the familiar scent of her silky fur and the happy little noises she was letting out, not fully understanding my situation but recognizing that I was enjoying the sisterly affection as much as she was.
I focused on that closeness, on that hug rather than the sensations coming from my other side. At least it took my mind off the vigorous pumping my behind was getting, allowing my ring to relax enough for me to endure discomfort, rather than stabbing, burning pain. It seemed to take Billy less this time 'round, and I'd later wonder if he'd actually preferred my rear over my slit. Either way, I felt the rod buried in my ass stiffen up even further, followed by a bloating sensation as I was forced to once again take the buck's load. The seal my pucker made around his cock was apparently tighter than my lips were and I groaned as every drop seemed to stay in my rump, making me realize just how much Billy produced each time he came.
I groaned when I felt that steely length being pulled out, clenching my pucker behind him on instinct, desperate not to make an even worse mess of myself back there. I blushed as I realized this could be taken another way – that I liked the way Billy's seed felt inside me and was trying to keep it in. Either way I did my best to catch my breath, still clinging to Nana for support after my ordeal. Billy would let me go any moment now, and this time I'd get up somehow and… and…
My train of thought was interrupted by the all too familiar sensation of a caprine shaft curiously poking around behind me. Good God, how many does he have in him? I wondered, but then I remembered that Nana had spent an hour with her stud, and was quite a mess by the time we got back to check in on them. I was still in Billy's grip, there was nothing I could do…
No, there was something! I felt color rise to my cheeks as I disentangled myself from Nana's embrace, quickly reaching down there with one hand. My lips were still a mess, but I'd managed to wedge my fingers and spread my petals, opening myself up for the questing shaft. As the tip jabbed into my cheeks and thighs, I found myself hoping desperately he'd slide his cock between my parted lips.
“C'mon Billy, just a little bit lower. Good boy, just like that, you're almost there…" the words were coming out on their own, and being out of breath they sounded downright indecent, breathy husky pleas from a female on all fours spreading herself as wide as she could. When I felt the hard shaft against one of my fingers I quickly grabbed it and guided it to my still gaping sex.
“Oooohhhh! G-good boy!" I cried out in relief as the caprine cock slid between my folds in one smooth stroke, the buck's previous load greasing his way into me.
I was sure it was relief, a giddiness at having avoided another ass-rutting but the sensation of having Billy inside me was different this time. Maybe it was because I was a little looser, my walls still slick with the seed Billy had pumped in me earlier. Maybe it was because I'd guided him in and felt more in control. Or maybe it was because Nana was here and it made me feel safer, or because I knew I could take him without injury…
…or because you know you're being mounted by a beautiful young male you care for deeply.
I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. Billy's shaft sliding in and out of in me at the same rapid pace, but now I found myself responding. I arched my back little by little, the shaft stroking my silky walls in subtly different ways until I found the position that sent an almost forgotten tingle running up my spine. I froze in place, holding that position as my passage began to caress the invading length, the sounds coming from my mouth now sounding anything but pained.
“Good boy, Billy! Just like that, n-nice and gentle…" I mumbled, knowing that he couldn't understand the words, but hoping that he'd pick up on the tone.
I was proven right as Billy's grip on me relaxed subtly, his hands roaming a little as my cooing ensured him I wouldn't be going anywhere. A part of me still felt some shame at this, but the pain was gone, the motions of the buck's member seeming to stoke a fire I was sure I'd put out ages ago. When the young goat's hands found my swinging breasts I moaned out, pushing my chest out against his touch.
His grasp was clumsy, blindly groping my heavy globes without any real idea why he was doing it apart from the desire to get me to make more of those sounds. I found it infinitely endearing and soon my embarrassment was forgotten as I cooed, moaned and gasped, allowing myself to enjoy this tender and passionate moment.
Nana seemed satisfied I was no longer in distress so she gave us a little space, standing to the side and munching handfuls of oat flakes as she watched her son rut me. The scene was so surreal I felt like giggling, feeling a strange giddiness fill in the gap left behind by shock and panic. This moment seemed warm and familiar, like so many others I'd spent alone with my goats, despite the fact that I was a good deal closer to Billy than I'd ever been.
Maybe it was because he'd already spent himself in me twice, but his rutting seemed slower now, his shaft moving in and out of my messy sex at a vigorous but loving pace. I heard him huffing above me, the seemingly inexhaustible energy of a young buck winding down, but his furry hips still bumped against mine as he did his best to breed me one more time.
And this time I was silently rooting for Billy to keep going, my nipples stiffening against his soft palms even as my passage pulsed around that young shaft. My body was taking this opportunity to satisfy some cravings I've denied it for too long, and I found myself being swept up by the mounting tide, the pitch of my voice rising along with my arousal as I reveled what I knew on some level was still an animal breeding me.
But I didn't care at this point. It seemed like such a minor detail. That was my little Billy on my back and between my legs, the cutest thing I'd ever seen huffing and puffing against my neck, his little heart beating in his chest even as his hips beat against my rump. His grip tightened as he squeezed my breasts against me, holding me as close as possible as his tempo sped up.
I could feel my behind rippling with his every short little jab, the cock now barely leaving my dripping slit as he worked himself to a finish. I did my best to keep myself upright with one hand as my other one slid down past the little patch of soft hair now matter with goat spunk until I felt my fingertips brushing my little nub.
I was so close that it didn't take much, just a few vigorous rubs that pressed my clit against the rapidly stroking caprine member. I let out a long shaky whine as my vision seemed to blur, my limbs becoming so shaky that I barely managed to hold myself and the goat mounting me up. I felt my sex gush around my still rubbing fingers as my walls gripped the kid's shaft, desperate for every bit of friction they could get from the caprine cock.
Billy's little 'baaa' rang in my ears and I couldn't help but grin at the cute noise even as he gave one last buck into me, grinding his sheath against my lips as the tip of his shaft erupted inside me. I'm not sure if I came again from the sensation of him breeding me, or if I'd just been riding out one massive, long-overdue climax, but I didn't really care all that much.
I savored what I still think was a perfect moment – little Billy shuddering against me as he sent rope after rope of his seed shooting into me even as my passage did it's best to squeeze every hot drop. I could even smell the mess he was making back there – a sharp scent that cut through the smell of Nana's milk, my arousal and the sweet fragrance of fresh straw under it all. Billy kept himself pressed against me like he had the first few times, but I had a feeling there would be no repeat performance after this.
He seemed more interested in cuddling than giving me another go and with some regret I could feel his shaft slowly soften and retreat back into his sheath. Once the tip was out he released my breasts and got up, dancing around on his little cloven hooves until he was standing in front of me. My knees were staring to complain so I got up before hugging him to me, smiling down at the once again cherubic expression on his face before he buried it between my breasts.
“Oooooh Billy, what am I going to do with you?" I said, but in truth I already knew what I'd do.
I'd have to apologize to my neighbor and think of something to tell him. Now that there was a female on this farm he could mount whenever he felt like it there was no reason for me to give Billy away, but I still couldn't exactly tell anyone just who that female was…