Chapter 3
Swede woke up with a hard-on.
Dawn was just coming. A luminous greyness filled the sky and in the east, some of the low-lying clouds reflected a dull rosy hue.
Swede looked down at the naked form of Mary on the bed beside him. She was sleeping soundly for once, instead of always being awake and checking on him.
One of her arms was thrown over her head. Flesh sagged down from her upper arm, and one of her fatty tits oozed all over the bed. Her sterile, childless belly flowed down over lumpy thighs. Hair from her cunt and armpits grew lushly and rankly over her body and met the thin trading line of hair that came down over her cruddy belly.
Swede was hot and he wanted to fuck her, ugly though she looked to him. Yet he was a conscientious puritan, and he chose doing the chores over his lust.
He took out his pain on her.
"You're all washed up Mary," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "Connie's young and sweet, Spence is horny and alive. You're dead, and I'm stuck with you."
"Now I realize it. Being with Connie made me see how much I hate you. You don't know how fucking bitter I am about our life together. You've been a fucking bitch to me!"
Swede was spitting out his words now, and his own anger scared him. He got up quickly, being afraid he was all ready to murder his wife.
He threw on his clothes quickly and went out to the barn. The cows were stomping around restlessly.
"Fucking Spence! I get stuck doing this shit all the time while he sleeps late. I may fire him!"
He grabbed the cows' udders and squeezed, quickly, efficiently and cruelly. He enjoyed making them wince. As he kept milking, he became aware that his hard-on was back, and that his body was tingling all over.
"Damn! I'm getting so angry I'm dangerous. Next thing I know I'll be fucking a bloody hole in one of these stupid beasts!"
He finished milking and let the cows out to pasture.
Next it was time to harvest the clover. He got on his tractor and took off for one of the distant fields.
The clover was full, green, and lush. Bees were out on their early morning rounds. Dew was everywhere, filling the clover as well as the distant fields with a shimmering effect as the gentle sun reflected off the droplets of water.
Swede was blind to the natural beauty around him. He-tore up and down the field, mowing the clover, marking out precise angry strips everywhere he went.
Then it was time to take his load back to the barn area.
Spence had slept long and well. He, too, had woken up with a stiff dick. He usually jerked off in the mornings and this time he had massaged his hard meat for a while, slowly and carefully, but finally even he had admitted that his heart wasn't in it.
He stumbled off to work in a good-natured stupor.
When he found the cows already milked and pastured, he cursed Swede briefly ("that bastard always has to do everything himself"). The cows belonged to him, Spence. He followed in their wake to see how they were getting along.
Spence sat on the fence and watched them chew their cud. He took off his shirt to let the morning sun warm him. He felt good.
Then his boner came back.
He unzipped his pants to let it out. The red head of his cock was fat and full. A drop was glistening on the end of it, much like the remains of the dew that were slowly being drawn up into the atmosphere by the warming sun.
He pulled his cock back to him and let it spring forward. The vibrant muscles and the sponginess of the substance kept it bouncing and bouncing. He spread his fingers into a "V" and kept the motion going.
Beneath his spread legs, the wood was old and grey, yet hard. He began beating his cock on the wood with an insistent tatoo.
His meat was tingling. He felt the sack of his balls draw up into a crinkly fist. His sap was flowing, and he felt alive and strong and ready to do anything.
A gentle brown and white form passed before his eyes. Daisy, the two year old heifer, had not yet borne a calf.
She was grazing not five feet from Spence. Her body swayed back and forth seductively as she wandered in slow, vague steps. Her full pink udder swayed with her as she moved, a huge hanging tit beneath her. Spence nodded appreciatively. This was no little dab of a nipple, this was the real thing; pink everywhere.
Spence moved down from his perch and sat on the grass beside her.
"Daisy, you're lookin' mighty good to me," he muttered hoarsely to her.
He ran his hand up and down her slender leg. While she was no longer a calf, her legs were still rather thin for her full body. Spence thought she looked helpless and voluptuous that way.
Spence patted her firm thighs. Between her legs, the hair came out in furry tufts, and he brushed them out into long silky waves.
He parted her fur from her asshole, and checked out the bare pink skin that was exposed. She was clean, thank God. Spence had to be awfully turned on to get hot for an animal or a broad that had shit on her body. He wondered if she realized that another being was sitting behind her-she might let go a huge load of wet shit in his face at any moment.
Her tail was flicking back and forth above his face. Some of the long hairs came down to brush his forehead. Was her tail in motion out of annoyance or heat?
One of her hooves, too, could come back to slam him in the head at any moment. Spence was the sultan of a harem out here, he could have just about any of the females he wanted. In fact, he had already had most of them. He was wise enough to sense when they were in heat, or near it, and more or less ready to receive him, so that his rejection rate had been quite low.
Daisy, however, was a female whose wares he had never sampled. He had watched her grow, appreciatively, from a slender calf to a full-bodied cow, and now he sensed that she was ready.
He ran his hands over her udder, and was aware of a tingling in her body. He went up and down her full rib cage and when he got back to her udder, he found goose pimples there. He was getting to her, he knew.
"Come on Daisy, confess. I know you like it. You women are always playing hard to get," he kidded her.
He went up the white inside of her thigh, and ran up to the pink fold of her cunt. Her outer lips were firm, yet pliant. Inside, however, she was still pretty dry.
"Hey, bitch, let's go. I can't wait for you forever."
Spence rose up ominously. He had his cock in his right hand, and was going up and down over his exposed glans. His cock was ready to go, right up into her cow's fuckhole. This was no scrawny, shallow pussied woman, this fucking cow could take every bit of his ten inches-and more! And she was about to get it, right this minute!
He spit quickly on his hand. The moisture rubbed into her pink flaps easily. He brought his hands back to his own lips and tasted the rank smell of her urine. Now it excited him. He filled his palm with spit and dabbed the whole thing on her.
He kicked off his pants and advanced on her.
She stepped forward and began to munch a new clump of clover.
Spence was on her!
He held himself up on her back with one hand. With the other, he sought out her fuckhole. He brought his flaming cock right up to the lips of her cunt.
He pushed. He was in! He slipped right through the slimy outer lips, and found himself in a new well of bliss.
Daisy lifted her head, snorted, and jerked forward.
Just then, Spence found himself thwarted. He was blocked, he could get in no further. Then he realized that Daisy was probably a virgin. When the bulls had been let into the pasture with the cows earlier that year, she had been too young to fuck.
"Fuck it! I'm going in all the way. Brace yourself broad!"
He held himself up on his elbows on her back, so his hips were suspended in space. He pushed in and out in a steady movement, building up the pressure with each stroke.
His cock was hurting itself, banging into the solid muscular wall of her hymen.
His buttocks tensed. He hurled himself forward with every ounce of his strength.
She gave. He crashed through her maidenhead. Her cherry was popped!
She popped with it! She bolted forward and reared up in the air. She was shaking all over like a bucking bronco and trying to shake Spence off her back.
He clung to the hollow behind her ribs, just before her haunches, and dug his knees in around her thighs.
When her moo and bellow died down, so did her struggle. She kept walking and looking over her shoulder at him. Her big cow eyes were wide with fear, and her tail kept trying to thrash about under Spence's belly.
"Daisy, babe, I got you now," Spence told her.
Her bucking and walking was giving Spence a delicious feeling. Her big cow cunt was all around his cock now, massaging it and caressing it. Her great slimy sides of pink cunt meat were moving all over his shaft like hot wet glaciers.
Spence's whole body was electrified. Now that her motion had slowed to a walk, he began pumping in and out with his own massive meat.
His pants were off, his buttocks bare. His ass was on top of hers, the round white hairy cheeks of his buttocks rocking up and down in the morning sunlight.
Swede, meanwhile, had just come over the top of the next hill. He was tired and irritable from all the anger he was sitting on, and from sitting on top of his tractor in the hot sun for several hours now. The cart behind him was full of heavy wet clover. It bucked from side to side, and threatened to turn over when its wheels passed over some of the deeper ruts.
Swede's restlessly scanning eyes caught a glint of white flesh rising and falling in the next field.
"That damn Spence. Always fucking around! I do all the work around this place. I'd like to drive over there and run him over right now!"
The usually silent Swede was beside himself. His long, slender cock was getting hard as a rock.
He leapt off his tractor and began running over to where Spence was busily fucking the cow.
He stopped at the fence. Two feet away from his face Spence's hairy white asshole was pumping up and down over Daisy's back.
Swede's thin lips got thinner and formed into a sneer. His eyes hardened.
"I'll get you, you bastard. I'll show you for once!" he muttered into Spence's buttocks.
He dropped his trousers and climbed up on the wooden rail fence.
He stood on top poised like a diver.
His cock stood out like a thin red spike, primed to go into its target.
Swede jumped, and landed on Spence's back. He groped and found the hole he was looking for.
Spence had been panting and sweating away, glorying in his fuck and feeling his innards rising to a climax. He had seen Swede coming from a distance, but had figured that his uptight boss would keep out of the way long enough for him to be able to get his rocks off.
Spence felt Swede land on his back, but his own grip was tight enough that he didn't fall from Daisy's back. He was afraid of being pummeled but he was so hot he didn't care about anything else except finishing his fuck.
Now, he felt a tiny balled fist pressing into the cheek of his buttock. Then a finger found his asshole and plunged in.
Spence liked it. He'd never been cornholed before, he'd been unable to ask anyone to do it to him. Now it was happening without him ever having to ask.
Spence pushed his ass back onto the finger. A current was flowing through him, from the finger to his asshole, through his hips to his cock to the cow's cunt.
Spence kept fucking. The finger withdrew. Now a big pole came, pushing its way into the crease of his buttocks.
Slam! The thing was in him. Cock! Up his own asshole! For the first time. It hurt him, but he enjoyed it. He felt more whole and full than he ever had before.
He wondered if he was queer. A fairy, a pansy. Then he shrugged his hips and got that delicious cock further up inside him.
"Take it, take it!" Swede grunted. "Take every fucking inch of my shaft you lazy bastard!"
"I will," Spence was surprised to hear himself say. "Give it all to me!"
Swede was enjoying it too. The nude body of Mary that morning flashed through his mind, and the feel of the cow's udders when he'd been feeling her up. Connie, too-her lush overripe body, begging to be fucked, floated before his eyes. He was doing all the fucking now that he had never allowed himself to do before.
Asshole. It felt different to Swede's cock than cunt ever had. It was tighter, and that made it better fucking.
Swede rammed his cock in every bit of the way. He felt his balls slap against Spence's ass. He reached up under the man's shirt and caressed his sides. He dug his fingers into lean ribs and clutched the man's back to his own front.
When he lost his hold, there he went up to Spence's nipples. They were tight, hard, and tiny, so different from a woman's. He enjoyed them, and discovered that he was able to bring them up even higher.
Spence's asshole had been very tense at first. Now, he felt it loosen. The pain stayed with him, but that made it an even more intense experience.
Spence felt Swede's strokes, and found himself pushing back up into the thin spike up his ass. He let go his hold on Daisy long enough to reach back and pull apart the cheeks of his ass.
"Get it in, Swede!"
"I am. I've got it in just as far as I can get it. I'll give it to you harder."
"Do that!"
"Here!"
Swede clutched his arms around Spence's torso and rutted way up into his hired hand's intestines.
Spence felt Swede slam his cock up his asshole.
Then Spence took the heavy impact on his own pelvis, and used it to bang into Daisy's huge cunt.
"Daisy, babes, I ain't been payin' enough attention to you and your juicy little hole!"
Spence was aroused now. The cock up his ass had stimulated his prostate gland, and now his ten inch hard-on was on the verge of explosion.
He pulled back to the lips of Daisy's cunt.
Now he could feel her big loose flaps caress the edge of his cock as he slid in and out. His swollen purple plum could barely accept the tremendous stimulation it was getting.
He felt he was floating on a cloud.
He came to a precipice-and went over!
Spence cried out: "Daisy! I'm coming!"
He shot his wad.
He came in giant spurts all over the insides of her cunt.
Spence knew that in women, when he shot, he could feel his own milky cum bounce back off their cunt walls and bathe his rod in his own cum. With Daisy, Spence shot-and that was the last he knew of it. His cum disappeared somewhere in the infinite spaces of her cunt.
Spence relaxed.
His cock was smaller now, and his sexual excitement waning.
Yet, still the pounding was coming at his ass, Swede's spike was pricking him.
And it hurt.
"Swede," Spence warned, "I'm getting out now."
Spence let his cock ooze out of Daisy's cunt. Then he slid off her back.
Swede didn't seem to want to admit that Spence was through. As Spence stood on his own two feet on the ground, Swede's arms were still around his middle and he kept it up, humping, humping, humping.
Spence pulled away angrily, jerking Swede's hard cock out of his asshole.
"That's enough, Swede. I just feel pain now."
The two men stood there, face to face, confronting each other.
Over their heads a cloud passed over the noonday sun, dissipating the increasing heat of the summer day on the exposed farmlands.
Daisy was recuperating from her experience by lying down in the pasture nearby and chewing her cud. Her cunt area was oozing with large quantities of blood from the loss of her ample hymen and sperm shot from Spence's massive dork.
"You're a fucking bastard Spence," Swede shot from narrow lips.
"I let you fuck me. I never let another man fuck me before. Now it would only hurt me if I let you keep on drilling at me."
Swede stood there, his hard cock still standing at attention, red, exposed, ridiculous. He covered himself in shame; like Adam donning the fig leaf after fucking Eve.
Swede looked away from Spence.
His hand crept to his horny cock, and he began pumping his shaft in soft, light, shy, even unconscious movements that he didn't realize were exposed to Spence's gaze.
"Shit!" burst out from Swede's lips.
His knees turned watery and he crumpled to the ground.
His head drooped between his upraised knees, and his arms came about his head in protection.
Spence, still half naked, sprawled on the ground a few feet from Swede and waited to see what would develop.
Swede just sat there, crumpled in a heap. Spence could see his muscles clenching and unclenching underneath his clothes.
Spence leaned forward.
"What's the matter, Swede?"
"Don't ask me that shit like I'm some animal you're taking care of. You never care what happens to them, what are you doing being so concerned about me?"
"I'm worried about you. When I see someone else fucked up, I feel that way too."
Swede's shoulders began shaking, and dry sounds turned into choking and tears. His sobs became louder and soon he was wailing loudly like a child in pain. His whole body was sobbing now, and the noises wrenched from his gut burst out into and across the open pastures around him.
Spence crawled over to him and cradled the other man in his arms. His arm went around Swede's shoulder and he began rocking the other man back and forth.
Swede's sobbing continued for a few minutes, then died down to a whimper, then nothing.
"I wanted to keep fucking Spence. I liked fucking you, and it's the first time I've had anyone besides Mary for thirteen and a half years."
"I feel badly for you Swede," the other man reassured him gently. "If I had let you keep on fucking me, you just would have torn the shit out of my asshole."
"Yeah, but I'm still hard. I want to keep fucking, not just let this go away."
"Let me see."
Spence reached between Swede's legs and fondled his red hard-on. He weighed it in his hands, cradled his balls, then slowly bounced his genitals in his palm.
"I like that," Swede told him.
"Good. I have a feeling, though, that what you really want to do is some fucking."
Swede let his hips begin moving, and then his long, slender cock was fucking Spence's hand.
"You're right, Spence. I do want to fuck. I still want you, but I realize you don't want me right now, and I'm trying to see if there's any other way I can get my rocks off."
"I've got an idea Swede."
"Tell me."
"Fuck Daisy."
"Daisy? Now?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"You just fucked her. Virgins keep on hurting for a long time after they lose their cherry."
"Swede, listen to me. You want to fuck her?"
"Yes, I do."
"O.K., look at her now." They both looked.
Daisy was sprawled out on the ground. Her head was propped up by her front limbs and shoulders. She was munching away at her cud.
She shifted her weight and turned her massive head to look at them. A path of white fur ran from her forehead down over her nose to wet brown nostrils.
"Mmmmawww," she exclaimed.
She moved her leg and stretched it out behind her. Her cream and tan body moved too. Her muscles rippled, and so did her soft young flesh.
Swede moved over to her and ran his leg down her thigh until he got to her hoof. He cuddled her hoof in his hand.
"You know, Spence, she is pretty cute."
"Bet your fuckin' ass she is. I've been watching her grow for the last year."
"I never looked at animals this way before."
"I don't believe you, Swede. In my experience, every human being sees animals and gets hot for them, just like they do for other human beings of the same sex and the opposite too. Sometimes, though, people don't let themselves know that they're hot for animals."
"You're right. That's the way I've been with these cows all this time."
"Most people seem to be aware of the personalities that animals have. Mary knows Bing, her collie, pretty well: for example. When they really let themselves know what their animals are like, I don't see how they can resist them."
"Listen Spence, I'm sick of listening to you philosophize right now. I'm still hot. I'm going after Daisy without waiting a second longer."
Swede got up and went over to the cow. Spence was dying to give Swede advice about how to make the cow, but he decided to try to stay out of the picture and let Swede do it his own way. After all, he could always help out the clumsy Swede if the guy got in trouble.
Swede stood over Daisy in indecision.
Finally, he knelt and then leaned over on top of Daisy. He straddled her with his legs and reached out to enclose her generous shoulders with his arms. He ran his hands over the titless white hide of her chest.
Daisy shook as if trying to get his weight off her body.
Swede shifted his weight to rest on one knee. "There Daisy, that better?" he asked her.
She turned her head to him. Out came her tongue and she began licking him in the face. Her tongue was pink and frothy. It moved from his cheeks to his sideburns, then zeroed in on his ears. Her wet pink tongue, big and slobbery though it was, turned him on.
Swede laid there on his side, running his hand along her well covered ribs. Spence sensed that he was beginning to draw back into himself.
"Hey, Swede, you're not giving yourself a chance with that female."
"What do you mean?"
"How many women would you go to bed with with your clothes on? Strip man. Let yourself feel her."
Swede pulled his denim workshirt over his head. Then he unbuttoned his overalls and let them fall in a pool of dungaree fabric around his boots. He stepped out of them shyly and stood naked and exposed in the midst of nature. His cock stood at half mast.
"Better leave your boots on. She could cause permanent damage to your feet with her hoofs."
Swede stood there tongue tied, his arms wrapped around his body.
"That's a good body you've got there Swede. You ought to be proud of it."
"Oh yeah?" He brightened. "I never really looked."
"You're lean and wiry, without an ounce of spare flesh on you. But you're strong. You've got that Scandinavian fair skin, and I envy you. And that hard, thin, almost pointed prick you have looks like a real gentleman's. Next to yours, mine looks fat and gross."
Swede grinned at Spence. His cock rose in little steps up to an erect red-tipped pike.
Swede went to Daisy. He knelt before her so that his pecker was right in front of her mouth. He found a clump of particularly green, juicy looking clover and sprinkled it over his cock.
Daisy's wide, foot long tongue came out and began licking Swede's trembling hard-on.
"Hey Spence," cried out Swede, "how about this? I'm getting a blow job from a cow!"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised what they'll do if you give them half a chance."
She kept on licking his cock and his own hand was running back and forth over the base of his shaft, leaving her his sensitive red lollipop to slurp.
"Come here baby. I want to put my whole cock in your mouth."
He did that. All his cock disappeared in her vast, cavernous mouth. He began pumping and feeling the base of his shaft and his balls bang into her lips.
Spence saw what was happening. He wanted to warn Swede not to blow his load in Daisy's mouth. He thought of how his own cock had felt, sliding in and out of the wet inner flesh of her twat, and he felt sad for Swede.
Swede was grooving on what was happening. He was kneeling up in the air, with his own buttocks pumping in and out, exposed to the world, just as he had seen Spence's going earlier.
He passed the point of no return. His movements took him over.
Her tongue was getting lackadaisical now, so he began to fuck her lips. She seemed to pull away so Swede went to the side of her mouth where he could fuck the corner where her lips met as well.
He was terrified that her big, cud-chewing and cropping teeth would close with a click, and cut off his cock. Her eyes, though, remained gentle and reassuring. If she wanted to get away, she wasn't trying too hard.
Spence moved over behind Swede.
"Brace yourself, buddy," he said.
Swede felt a hand at his asshole, then a big finger came into him. He remembered how much Spence had enjoyed getting fucked in the ass earlier, and he started doing all he could to enjoy getting a finger up his asshole at the same time as he was getting blown.
Swede wriggled on the finger, backed up into it on his back movements from Daisy's mouth, and deliberately tightened his sphincter muscles when he pumped forward.
The finger pushed him over the edge.
"Spence! Hold me! I'm coming!" he cried out.
Spence did. Swede felt his torso hugged to the other man's chest. His first spurt of cum shot way back into Daisy's mouth. Her tongue came up to deal with it, and that brought more exquisite joy to Swede, having the cow's tongue lick his shooting cock.
He came out as soon as he finished coming, not wanting to take any more chances on losing his pecker.
Daisy let her head sink heavily to the ground. Her tongue kept flicking in and out of her cum-filled mouth.
Swede and Spence lay back against her sun-warmed brown hide, laying their heads against her ribs. Spence held Swede's thigh, and Swede put his arm around Spence's shoulders.
"Six years I've been working for you Swede, and this is the first time I ever felt I knew you."
"Same here. And I want to thank you for showing me what real bestiality is, I might never have gotten around to trying it on my own. Some cow you are Daisy," he said, muttering the last into her ear.
Spence rolled a cigarette and passed it over to Swede. Swede took a long deep puff and passed it back.