Chapter 6
There were very few books in the house. Five-not counting Mary's dirty books-to be exact. They were: The Bible; The Farmer's Almanac; The Independent Farmer, published by the Department of Agriculture in a fit of Jeffersonianism; Great Figures in American History; and Greek and Roman Myths.
Nobody knew where the last two had come from.
Greek and Roman Myths was old and dog-eared, pages were missing and the back cover was torn off.
Nevertheless, Connie one day had sat down to read it.
It had been many years ago when she was twelve, or eleven, and she had not grasped the pagan eroticism that pervaded the stories of the old gods. The addition, meant for high school had been carefully rewritten so as to be as opaque as possible.
But now, when she remembered one of the stories, she saw it differently.
She put together the euphemisms of the book with the cocks and cunts that she had seen and tried in action. Suddenly, things made a lot more sense.
Or some of it did.
One story that still baffled her was the tale of Leda and the Swan in which Zeus came to earth in the form of that fowl and took his pleasure of Leda that way.
Connie had no trouble at all with the concept of fucking animals. She had seen big sister with Bing lapping big sister's cunt. And she knew about Spence, Spence with his cock up anything that had a hole.
No, the concept of fucking animals was very familiar to her. Comfortable even. But a swan?! How?!?
Connie figured, at first, that it was just because a god was in on it. After all, it wasn't really a swan, but a god disguised as a swan. She dug it though. The thought of gods who went around fucking, and would disguise themselves, sneak around, perform rapes even, just to get a piece of pussy or a taste of cock, definitely appealed to her. It was a kind of god she could relate to.
She sort of wished that they were still around to come and rape her. If an animal was good, and a man was better; it would be utterly fabulous to be fucked by a god.
She could envision it perfectly.
A night of wild thunder and lightning. Crashes and flashes. She would be shivering in bed, huddling under the covers in fear. Then a peaceful center would move through the storm towards her. And finally, it would come into the room. In the middle of that, would be a being who was the power of the storm itself. The god.
He would be disguised as an animal: a bull, a swan, a goat, a bear. With a huge wonderful cock.
He would take her away in his cloud and with his magic cock he would rape her.
There would be a searing pain as the giant cock tore through her virgin barrier.
But as soon as he started his powerful strokes, the burning pain would fade away and become tingling pleasure. The downy animal fur of the god's chosen form would caress the tender lips of her pussy, soothing them, and rubbing the soft insides of her thighs, stimulating them. And she would come and come and come, while the storm raged around them.
In the morning, she would wake up, stiff and sore, but satisifed. The rest of her life would be spent searching round the world to find a fuck to match the fuck of a god. An effort doomed to failure; but noble and uplifting, almost religious in its futility.
Still, the swan bit bothered her.
They had a couple of swans around. One old male named Max, and two females named Mean and Stupid. Max was the only one whose name was not appropriate; he was both mean and stupid. Besides, he had a small cock, a tiny little thing, suitable for fowl but not for a real woman's cunt.
Again, she tried to dismiss it with the thought that it was a supernatural swan and it had a supernatural cock.
Connie was, in part, a very romantic girl. Sure she knew her own world and she had a certain hard-headed realism, but every adolescent girl has a romantic element in her. The story of Leda and the Swan was a romantic one, and the image it conjured up was a beautiful one. The supine woman being taken by this animal which was one of the prettiest and most graceful of all nature's creatures, with its pure white color and long elegant curves.
So Connie dreamed her swan dream over and over again.
Finally, she decided to do something about it. To act it out. She hoped fervently that it would work. If it did not, she figured it would at least cure her of her obsession.
The question was how to get Max to do it. The first problem was to get him to be cooperative at all, basically he was mean and vicious. Foul as Fowl as the saying goes.
The second problem was to get him up. Connie simply had no idea what turned a swan on. And once he got it up she wasn't sure he was big enough to matter-he would dent her instead of busting her.
Connie was determined to try.
Mary had some old sleeping pills around that the doctor had once given her.
On the day she was determined to make it and break it with Max, she stole a pill and put it in Max's feed.
The swan got stoned out of his mind.
He became lazy and lethargic, even letting Connie pick him up and carry him to the secluded spot she had picked out ahead of time. Normally, he would have jabbed his hard bill at her, powered by the sweeping action of his long, strong neck. Swans' necks are not only pretty, they are strong. And they use that length to get momentum for their attack. He would have bitten her also.
She was dressed as she normally did when the hot spring sun was shining: the shortest of shorts and skimy halter made from a bandana and a piece of string.
It took her less than a second to get rid of it all.
Her big boobs hung free and the nipple instantly hardened at the light touch of the breeze.
It was because she was so ready; so hot for her dream fuck.
Her pants fell away. Down there too, in her thick blonde bush she was ready, warm and damp.
She touched herself to check, although she already knew. Her finger slid through the yellow jungle of curling hairs slowly as she teased herself.
When she reached the top of her slit, she found that her lips were parted and her finger fell right in to the waiting greased cleft.
The first thing it hit was the protrusion of her clit.
A sharp tingle jabbed through her in a burst. It was like the chills, coming outward from her hard clit around the back and over her ass, down along her tender inner thighs, and up over her golden fleshed tummy. It felt so good.
She just had to rub it some more.
Her fingers began to make slow circles over the protrusion. It grew; a little longer, a little thicker, a little harder. And it felt better and better.
Her bare feet wriggled in the dirt as she spread her legs to accommodate her searching hand. Her knees bent outwards to increase the spread of space that gave pussy access.
Her hand slid toward the back of her cunt, toward the waiting hole.
It went easily and her cunt ached to be filled.
Her finger hovered around the tight opening. She ran it tentatively around the outer edge of the cavity.
All the while, she kept her eyes on doped-up Max who sat there calmly, and somewhat stupidly, looking back at her with a blank expression that only birds are really capable of.
His form turned her on.
The sheer whiteness of him. Purity for her perversion. And most of all his neck. The long curving phallic neck, arched and sinuous, like a soft feathered white snake.
She hoped his cock would be as beautiful and exciting.
Her finger slipped slowly into the tight pussy hole. It was hardly stretched and each time her finger went in she had to restretch it.
It clung tightly to her hand. It was hot. It was moist.
Smiling, she realized that her pussy would be a real treat for a man-as soon as she decided to let a man in.
And it would be soon. First, the finger. Then the swan. And then: Spence?
The hell with the finger, she thought, it's time for the swan.
She withdrew her hand from her richly haired pussy. Her cunt let it go with a wet reluctant "thumph" sound.
She got down on her knees and grabbed Max. He came to her without resistance. But he would not let her turn him over. He stuck his webbed feet to the ground and resisted. If she pushed harder than he could resist, he just stepped to the side, always maintaining his upright position.
Finally she gave up. She would do it his way and reach underneath his stubbornly upright form and find his cock. It took her but a single glance to see that it would be easier to reach from behind than in front. The distance was shorter from there.
She got around behind him and slid her hand under his rounded soft-feathered rump.
And found nothing.
She poked and prodded and could not find a swan cock.
She ruffled feathers. She parted feathers.
She knew he had one. She had seen him mount the females, Mean and Stupid. But she, being neither Mean nor Stupid could not find it.
Max, meanwhile, was having a reaction. He did not like all this poking and prodding into his precious private parts. Maintaining his dignity, not making a fuss about it, he began to walk away.
Connie, not ready to give up, pulled him back.
Again, he tried to walk away, with dignity, without a display of temper. But she would not let him. She pulled him back again.
The dope was wearing off and he had been offended beyond all measure of forgiveness.
There was no way he could let this pass.
His long neck coiled back. Then, somewhat clumsily since he was partially tranquillized still, he struck. His hard yellow bill stabbed at her restraining hand.
Connie, concentrating feverishly on her thwarted hope was unaware of the attack in preparation. She was still right where he had aimed when the bill hit home.
She shrieked and released him.
Max calmly waddled off. He was quite clumsy out of water and lost his grace on land. Still he continued on, her curses at his back.
Her arm hurt and her cunt ached.
Hating Max, and hating the world for telling her stories about gods committing rape as swans and then not providing swans with cocks, she quivered with rage and frustration.
There wasn't much she could do with her rage.
But she did know what she could do with her frustration. Her finger went to her cunt and began diddling. She thought of swans and cocks while she did it but it was her finger that made her come.
She applied her inventiveness to the situation.
It was a fantasy, a whim, an urge, that just wouldn't quit. Somehow her subconscious had decided that the most beautiful fuck in the world would be a fuck with a swan. Despite her failure, she had not gotten rid of her obsession.
All that night she dreamed about it.
Swans and other things as well.
Spence's big cock was part of her dream. It was a tower and she ran toward it, and as she got closer it seemed to grow bigger and bigger and bigger. She knew it was too large for her virgin hole-or any hole the size it was in her dream-but she wanted it so.
Finally she reached it.
She threw out her arms to grasp it. Slinkily, it moved, dodging her eager hands. Its root stayed in the same place but it bent away from her.
Wavering it towered over her.
Originally a warm and reddish hue it was now fadded from red to pink toward white. Not a passive white, but a glossy bright white. Like a swan's neck.
It was a swan's neck. Arched. Curved. Graceful.
She dived for the base of it. There it was standing still. There she could grasp it.
She fell on it, and it parted, the whiteness extending on each side of her.
In the middle of the whiteness, was a well; she drank, lapping like a dog.
The well began to move. Heaving, twisting, as she lapped. It was Mary's cunt, and the whiteness was Mary's thighs on either side of her, eagerly spread for any lapping tongue that could come by.
Connie realized with horror that her face had grown long and hair covered her whole body.
She was a collie. Bing! And she was lapping her sister's cunt. The way Bing did.
She ran away, not wanting to be a dog. As she ran, she turned back into herself again.
Exhausted, she fell to the ground on her back.
Looking where she had come from she saw that the huge white thighs had come together again to form a single swans neck.
The long swan's neck/snake/cock was coming toward her. It was huge, stretching high in the air. But she was not frightened of it. She wanted it to come to her. She wanted it to want her.
It bent down toward her.
Directly toward the center of her being, her ready cunt.
Its feel was soft and smooth as it slid between her legs searching for what it wanted.
A mouth opening at the tip of it touched her huge blonde bush. Blonde-yellow. Like the sun-ripened wheat, waving in the fields. Yes, she was part of the earth and it was wheat growing over her fertility hole.
The being grazed there, nibbling gently down to the roots of her wheat-like pubic hair. It felt good. Gentle, yet stimulating. Each tug pulled through the flesh and she felt it in her clit and deep inside her hole.
Suddenly, she awoke from the dream. Her hand was in her cunt. One finger prodded at the cunt hole while her palm was rubbing over her clit. Her thumb was stroking back and forth over her pubic hairs, tugging softly at them.
She finished her orgasm as she became fully awake.
But when it was over, she still remembered her dream.
It was a wild idea. Absolutely crazy. But she was going to try it.
This time she would use Mean and Stupid. She was through with Max.
She had to get them so they were doped and hungry. She knew at least that the sleeping pills worked on swans, at least for a while.
Mean staggered slightly as she sluggishly reached for the kernel of corn. She gobbled it and swallowed it, it made a moving lump as it went down her long greedy neck.
Stupid grabbed a kernel while Mean was swallowing.
Their slow moving bills made a caress on Connie's tender cunt lips as they plucked kernel after kernel from them. They did not seen to care one way or the other that their dinner had sauce on it for a change.
Connie took care not to put the kernels right on her clit. She didn't want a swan's bill grabbing and trying to swallow that.
She giggled at the thought of her clit traveling down that long neck, making a lump on the line as it moved.
Her crazy idea was working. It felt good. She was getting near her goal. The caressing bills took soft nip after soft nip at her sensitive lips.
Every once in a while, they would grab a piece of skin.
But it didn't matter. They were too dopey to bite hard. All it did was transfer the feeling of the tug direct to her clit.
She watched their long graceful necks working at her with pleasure.
It was becoming difficult to keep placing the feed there. She was losing control, which was what she wanted. But if she lost control she would not be able to keep putting corn on the cunt. Without the corn Mean and Stupid would stop eating her.
It seemed like an unresolvable conflict.
But Connie decided not to worry. She was enjoying it much too much. Her desire was working out. True she was not being fucked, but she was definitely making it with a swan.
Her hips began to roll with the excitement. A low moaning sound escaped her throat.
She dribbled another pile of corn from her hand onto her cunt. As the rapid eating of the swans tickled her pussy, she felt herself close to coming.
Her hips moved a little more with the instinctive fuck motions that come so naturally. Her ass clenched and unclenched as the tingling pleasure spread through her hips and tummy.
Whether it was the sudden increase in the food supply, her excess of motion, the sounds she made, or simply time wearing the pills off, she never decided.
But things did change.
The swans suddenly seemed to wake up. Their natural mean greediness came back with their speed, strength and reflexes.
They were no longer nibbling on the surface of her cunt lips, they were pecking at her pussy. And it hurt.
Had she been not so close to coming she could have reacted sooner and simply jumped up and removed herself.
But she was on the verge of coming.
It took awhile for her sex loaded brain to realize that her body was in pain, not receiving pleasure. Even then she was so stoned out on the closeness of coming and so eager for more that she could not figure out what to do.
While she waited, the swans kept pecking, jabbing their hard bills against the very tenderest flesh of her entire body. They were bruising it. They were biting it.
Finally, it got through to her what was happening. Almost hysterically she began kicking and yelling to chase them away. Mean and Stupid had vicious tempers and this attack set them off.
They fought back, coiling their necks and whipping their hard bills at their enemy, Connie. They pounded her inner thighs. They jabbed her pussy lips. They stabbed inside. Mean even took a good hard nip of her clit.
That was the end.
The bite on her clit galvanized her. It was too much pain to bear and it chased away all her sensual urges. She leaped up and ran from the vicious fowls.
Mean and Stupid placidly ate the corn she had left behind.
"Honk, honk," they yelled after her in triumph. She was walking bowlegged with pain and carried a heavy hatred in her heart for swans.
But she did finally realize how she wanted to do it. She wanted a whole long swan's neck up her hole with its big lump of head leading. But that was far too big for her virgin cunt.
Maybe later when she was stretched.
Then she would have her revenge. Shove Mean or Stupid, or even Max, up there and let him or her smother bringing a huge orgasm for Connie's hungry hole.