Chapter 8
Connie slept late. When she woke up she heard no noises in the house, so she decided she was alone.
When she put her feet on the floor the pain started but she got up anyway.
She stumbled across the floor and down to the living room, on her way to the kitchen. This life was really getting to her. She needed her morning cup of coffee.
She caught sight of her naked body in the full length mirror in the living room. Her tits were still fat and healthy, her belly voluptuous but not fat, her thighs full and shapely; but her midsection!
Black and blue marks crept out from under the curling tendrils of her cunt hair. They made their way up to her belly button, and her pink aureole of her left tit was a sadly discolored orange.
She ran her hand over her thigh. The left one had a long bruise the shape of Chile stretching down to the firm flap of flesh above her knee.
"Ahhh, shit!" she swore.
The pain was intense in her lower belly and her cunt. Her entire cunt was stiff and aching. Her first fucks had left her stiffer than a football player after his first three days of summer practice. "Dogs, swans, Swede," she muttered to herself in anger and disgust. "They're all alike, fucking me over and abusing my beautiful body!"
She left the mirror and walked into the kitchen. Mary had left the coffee on low. Connie slopped it into her earthenware mug and drank it down black.
"Wash the taste of semen out of my mouth, burn all that cum out of my intestines.
"Shit, I wish it all never happened," she said out loud in her morning-after grief.
"It did have to happen sometime ... now I've got nothing left to lose," she mused.
She took a new mug of coffee and walked outside naked into the fresh morning.
"Nobody will see me here," she said, but hoped they might too, at the same time.
A chest-high white wooden latticework affair ran out from the front wall of the house to split the side area off from the front lawn. If anyone came up to the front door they would have trouble seeing her through the gaps in the vines that covered the open wooden squares.
She sprawled out shameless on the lawn. The sun was approaching its zenith and the heat was high, up in the low nineties or so. Since it was just after eleven o'clock now, the day gave promise of becoming hot and heavy. This was the kind of atmosphere in which anything can happen, when men's passions and tempers run high and flare easily.
Connie spread her legs and stretched out her arms behind her head. She was open. Let the sun come in, she thought-everyone else had. Well, not really, only animals.
She remembered sunbathing nude before, this was the way she had gotten this luscious tan all over her body, even on her tits and on the inside of her thighs right around her pussy mound.
Always before though, she had been secretive about it, shy, afraid of what the others in her little family might think. Now she didn't care; in fact, she even hoped she might be found. After all, she'd been fucked now, there was nothing left to hide, nothing to lose.
"I'm a woman now. I can give and take, and I've got a beautiful body to give."
The sun was melting away her aches. There was a burning, a rawness, still going on in her pussy, and the little droplets of sweat the sun was forming on the lips of her pussy were flowing in to excerbate the rawness.
Her hand dropped down to ease the pain. She snuggled her generous twat into the open palm of her hand, then began rubbing them together absently.
Her hand slid down. Her palm went into the crevice of her cunt while her long fingers tickled the inside of her thighs. Then the heel of her hand slid up, plowing through the valley of her cunt with her fingers trailing afterwards, darting about playfully as if they were playing an accordion. Her palm passed over her clit. She moaned. Then her fingers got there and the fun began.
She diddled on her cunt with the light, constant touch of raindrops. Most of the drops landed on her clit.
The scratches on her body from her encounter with the dog were beginning to burn now too. Her mind wandered back to the dog while she lay there jerking off. Her hips began to light, regular rising and falling. The dog had been good, she might let him have her again if the opportunity arose, she decided now that she was beginning to get aroused again.
He hadn't meant to scratch her, it had been Swede's fault. She had enjoyed blowing her brother-in-law behind the barn that afternoon, but yesterday his uptight anxious grabbing had just made him want to get away.
Spence, though....Spence was truly gentle, not because he was inhibited but because he had found his manhood. As a man, he was also closer to animals with their pure uninhibited nobility. He was like the stallion fucking the mare in the pasture that day, he was ... what was that Greek word? A satyr. Half man, half horse. Always a hard-on, if that telltale bulge in his pants told the truth.
As she jerked off she dreamt of opening his fly and finding that ten inch prick Mary had told her he had. She was delighted to have it to play with as her toy.
She licked it.
She explored his balls and jiggled them between her cupped fingers.
She put the whole thing in her mouth until she could feel it in the back of her throat. Spence's meat was real, basic meat, she thought, going on what she knew of him-it wouldn't be like that limp excuse, that slender little needle of Swede's.
Spence himself at that time was crossing over the dirt path that led to the front door. He had worked long and hard the last few mornings, ever since the day he'd let Swede fuck him up his asshole, and now he was ready for a rest.
He was on his way to the barn to catch forty winks.
As he passed the latticework he happened to peek through.
"Connie!" he exclaimed.
She lay five or so feet from him, on the other side of the vines, sprawled out in a heap of glorious tan flesh and flowing blonde hair.
Her hips were moving up and down. She was jerking off, he realized.
Now! The chance he'd been waiting for.
His ten inches had leapt to attention. He was ready to prong her.
Was she thinking of him even now as she masturbated?
He turned the corner of the latticework and paused, taking in the beautiful piece of ass before he had her.
She was mumbling something. He came a step closer to catch the words. "Swede!" Spence heard.
He stopped, stricken, desolate, alone, hopeless. Sadly he turned and left.
What he didn't hear was, "Swede, stay away. I've wanted Spence all this time, don't you know, you blind fool?"
Spence stumbled blindly back to the front yard. He hadn't been thrown off stride like this since third grade in a little red schoolhouse.
"I always thought she wanted me. None of my animals ever crossed me up this way."
Just then an escaped hen came scampering through the yard, zigzagging to the right, then to the left.
Spence watched the hen blankly. His cock was still pressing up against his fly, still begging for release.
He kicked some rocks.
The hen came scampering over, looking for corn or other tidbits.
Spence let his cock free. It still drooped a bit from his feeling of rejection from Connie, but there was energy in it, he was once again ready to go.
"Come here, little hen."
He scooped her up by the neck and held her gently at arm's length.
She squirmed in his hand. He could feel his cock jerking up, wanting her.
"You hens are one of the few breeds around here I never got to know personally. I'll be having sex with a stranger if I fuck you. Daisy's like an old friend, but when I screw you it'll be a bit anonymous. What are you chicken, some tramp off the street?"
Now she began to wriggle violently and to squawk.
Spence felt his eyes fill with the burning water that marks the beginning of tears.
"I want you, chicken. I don't want to rape you. I could hurt you badly if you struggle. I could even kill you without wanting to.
"If I fuck you, chicken, and I break your eggs, you are dead. They break in you, they flow around, dam you up, break the shells, you die. I don't want to kill you, chicken. I may be only a hired man, but I'm a farmer too, I value your life and your eggs."
He held her to his chest. He petted her back and talked soothingly to her.
She calmed somewhat from her frenzy, but she had not yet begun to relax.
Spence took her feathery body and brought her down into contact with his cock. He rubbed her up and down all over his cock and balls.
"Oh! My gosh, you feel crazy. Your feathers are rubbing on my hard-on and my veins and my tip of my cock. You're driving me up the fucking wall!"
He was hopping and skipping all over the place.
"I've jerked off with a bunch of things before: harsh blankets, silk slips, fur coats, raw hamburger. But your live squirming chicken body takes the cake! And I can fuck you too!"
He held her against his belly for a moment. She continued struggling but he was still.
"Yes, I'm going to do it. She's jerking off, let's you and me go join her, Henrietta Hen."
He stomped over to the latticework, turned the corner, and walked up to Connie with his ten inch cock sticking out of his jeans. He carried the hen by her neck like a wine bottle or a small sack, casually.
Her eyes were closed. Her feet were dug into the dirt, her cunt arched way up in the air, her tits flying up and down with the motion of her body.
She moaned and whimpered like a child.
She was so lost in her passion she was unaware of his presence.
The hen squawked in a high, irritating voice. Connie made noises back and kept on going.
Spence lay down beside Connie. He stripped quickly, holding on to Henrietta as he did so.
Spence felt the earth beating beside him as Connie's bare ass began to thump down onto the earth in her reckless abandon.
He didn't want to lose her. At least, he wanted her to masturbate with.
"Connie!" he spoke sharply in his deep, firm voice.
Her movements slowed. She turned and peered at him out of dreamy, sensuous, far away eyes.
"Spence. It's you. I was just about to come thinking about you holding me in your arms and fucking me."
"I thought you were jerking off to Swede."
"No, I was telling him to get lost. Hey, how long have you been lying here?"
"I just laid down now. I was in the front of the house before."
"What are you doing lying there naked with that crazy chicken between your legs?"
"I'm going to fuck it."
"Oh yeah? I want to watch. I want to jerk off with you while you do it."
"Bea-utiful, baby."
Spence had the chicken in his crotch just then. Its feathers were flapping, its beak pecking, and its claws scratching.
"Go to it, Henrietta Hen. You're turning me on all the more!"
Spence brought the hen up to his cock. He raised her tail feathers and fooled around with his middle finger, his fuck finger, until he located her fowl cunt.
She let out a loud squawk and began to beat her feathers frantically, trying to rise up in the air.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, babes."
Spence spit on his finger and lubricated her twat-hole. Now he was ready.
He looked over at Connie to see how she was taking it.
Her eyes were still glazed over with lust. She was propped up on one elbow, watching with interest. Her fine, firm tits were pointed down to the ground but their bulk was still as upstanding as a president of the local chamber of commerce. She let her hand run lightly and provocatively over her nipple, her belly, and finally her whole fine pussy mound.
"I let a swan fuck me the other day, Spence. I came all over his head when it was in my pussy. So don't go thinking you're so evil!"
She tossed her beautiful head proudly and her long blonde tresses snapped about with class.
Spence nodded at her appreciatively and then went back to taking care of business.
He was on his back, his ten inches of red blooded Ameri-meat sticking up in the air as proudly as if it were the Empire State Building.
Henrietta was centered and all ready to go. He began to pull her down over his massive meat.
Her tight little twat was pressing down hard on his burning cock. She was hurting him, and it was a good hurt, a satisfying hurt after half an hour of arousal.
His broad hands with their fingers laced over her back applied pressure. She jumped downwards, and suddenly her pussy had fit like a glove many sizes too small over the knob of his throbbing cock.
Now her struggles intensified so heavily that he was close to an immediate orgasm. When he'd fucked Daisy Cow even his huge cock was lost in her cave-like cunt; now the hen's tiny bird's fuck-hole was so tight about him as to drive him to almost instantaneous ecstasy.
He rolled over on his side, facing Connie, and began drilling into the bird in earnest. As he drove into her, he pulled her round feathery little body into his belly, as he withdrew he let her frantic struggles push her off from his torso.
He was so caught up in fucking the hen that he was unaware of the gathering storm on Connie's features.
The hen began pecking away at his belly, drawing blood in two places. He put his hand over her chest so that her beak could no longer reach his tender underside.
His eyes were closed.
"You're some lay, Henrietta baby. You fuck just like a bunny. Ahhh, baby!"
Connie was getting angrier and angrier. Her finger had given up on her clit; instead, she was digging her nails into the dirt, her fingers tensed into gigantic tense claws similar to the hen's.
Connie had been wanting to get fucked by Spence almost before she knew how sex worked. Now, he had suddenly appeared beside her-with a fucking hen! Bird or not, she was another being, another female, and Spence was putting his fuck energy into the bird instead of herself.
Connie tried to put aside her anger and share in the sexual pleasure Spence was having, the way she thought a good woman should.
She leaned over and caressed his lean ribs, his wiry arms, and even his neck and shoulders. She ran her fingers over his belly as sensually as she was able to. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls and cradled them.
All to no avail. As far as she could tell, he was oblivious to her touch, he could only keep fucking her rival, that featherbrained bird.
"Spence!" she wanted to cry out, "look at me! Here I am, a full-blooded woman, waiting to receive your love, your true big cock, you....You're wasting yourself in that bird, that animal who can't give you a fraction of what I can. Try me, try me! I'm crying for you!"
But her hurt turned to fury, the kind of which hell hath none similar to.
She knelt by an unsuspecting Spence.
Connie grabbed Henrietta, the hen, by the top of her body, her neck and shoulders.
She crashed the hen down on Spence's mighty monument with all her weight.
Spence yowled.
"My prick. It's cut open!" were the first words he was able to utter after his primal shriek.
The hen was slumped over his cock. A big bulge seemed to appear in the middle of her back. Then she went ape shit.
Her wings beat out in a frenzy, faster than a hummingbird's. Her talons stretched out straight to either side of her, frozen in a position where the claws were bent backwards like an umbrella the wind had just knocked inside out in a sudden gust.
Her neck arched up like a miniature proud swan. Her head was thrown back.
Her back arched so far that it formed a backward "C".
She let out a mad, strangled gurgle.
She collapsed.
She was suddenly lifeless. Dead.
Connie sat back, aghast at what she had done. Yet in a deeper part of herself, she was anything but sorry. She meant to destroy this intruder who had come between herself and her man, and she had succeeded.
Now her only fear was that Spence would hate her for what she had done.
Spence, too, was very still.
The hen slumped forward toward his belly as his mighty pole began its downward descent.
He reran his experience through his mind in slow motion.
Connie's form had risen suddenly and ominously over him.
She had forced the hen onto his cock so hard that he had felt his red tip rip its way through the fowl's innards.
And onto its eggs. He felt the shells snap and crack open quickly as his cock drove through them.
The pain was now excruciating, although at the moment he broke through, his reactions had been deadened, mercifully.
Then his cock had come to its resting place, wedged into hard points that he took to be the late Henrietta's spine.
And now he realized that his cock, even as it began to slump, was shooting its wad.
He was coming into the body of the dead hen!
His sperm was mixing with the dying embryonic chickens with her. Her children died then, just as were the many tiny pinpoints of his life that he had spurted into her.
His sperm had finally blended with her body, her blood, and her yolks and whites, and the whole fertile mixture was beginning to trick out of the sheath of her body and down into his nest of pubic hair.
He hurt. He hurt for the needless death of Henrietta and her chicks, and he hurt because of the gashes in the sides of his penis.
Connie moved forward from her kneeling position of supplication.
As if she were a high priestess, and with an obvious reverence she bent over the dead hen.
She slowly raised its feathered dead body off of Spence's cock, as though a primitive ritual of sacrifice were now approaching its end.
She laid the dead bird gently on the ground.
Her eyes were wide and stricken as they stared into Spence's.
"Can you forgive me, Spence?"
"You did it because you love me, didn't you?"
She nodded dumbly.
His hand reached across the grass and dirt to hold hers. "Spence?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"You know I'm a virgin? I've been had by animals, but never a man."
He looked into her eyes solemnly.
"Spence, if you want me. I want you to have me. When you're ready."
"Connie, I do want you. Very much."
She knelt there, taking him in with her eyes. Her eyes were misted over.
A timeless peace existed between them for several moments.
Ever so slowly, Connie moved forward on her hands until her head was over Spence's.
She rested there, taking in his eyes, his face, his soul. Her blonde hair flowed down and waved lightly back and forth across his cheek.
She lowered her head slightly. She flowed down his body, kissing his chest, the tips of his nipples, and his flat belly with the ends of her hair.
Spence still had the makings of his hard-on. It was relaxed across his thigh.
His cock was streaked with blood, cum, whites, yolk, and bits of the shell of eggs.
Connie began to lick off Spence's cock. She worked devotedly, attentively, and without inhibitions. She made Spence think of a cat or a dog cleaning off its mate.
She began with his pink, flaring glans. She was still deeply excited, still bearing within herself the unfulfilled rushes of her earlier clit-twitting.
Connie was in heat, in love with Spence for years now, and trying to atone for the death and the hurt she had just caused. She ate the bitter-tasting misture off his cock with a joy similar to that of early Christians taking all their earthly afflictions as signs of love and testing from God.
She worked her way down his shaft. She dragged her tongue through the long blood crevices along the sides.
Her joy was far greater than a Christian masochism. SHE HAD SPENCE'S COCK IN HER MOUTH NOW! She had longed for it, and now it was hers.
Her own juices were settling like dew onto the valley of her cunt. She had never felt so light, so pure, and so loving before as now that she was licking these organic wastes off Spence's member.
Spence simply stayed laying back, receiving her attentions, without attempting to give anything in return for several minutes. All he had to do was think of his love for Connie, drink in her body beside him, and feel her tongue on his meat-and his limber cock became ready to spring back into action. Now he would have her, it was only a matter of minutes.
"Connie, I want to touch you."
She looked up from his cock and gazed into his eyes with peace and rapture.
"Please do. Have me, Spence, anywhere and everywhere you want."
His hand moved over and he laid his fingers lightly on her thigh. He gloried in the touch of her silken skin that he had been deprived of for so long.
"I'm on your thigh, Connie. I want your dear face, titties and your pussy in my face and your belly and yes, I want your asshole too."
"Would you, Spence, would you? Everywhere! Don't forget my armpits and the little place right behind my ears."
Spence rolled over on his side, still leaving his cock exposed to her tongue.
He laid his head down on her thigh.
He began licking.
His own wet tongue wandered over the warm, soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.
He went over the crease where her thigh fitted into her hips.
From there, he found the soft plateau of her belly.
It was lightly covered with short golden blonde hairs.
As his tongue passed over them, they arose and became a myriad of delicate goose pimples.
He went to the top of her cunt and munched for a moment on her tawny cunt hairs.
He worked his way down to the beginning of the valley. He explored the area warmly and wetly.
Then came the hardness, the tension, the focus of the button of her passions, her clitoris.
Only her honey awaited his exploration now. He drank deeply of it. The liquids of her cunt were a golden streaming of manna from heaven for him.
She made panting noises, whimperings, and Spence could feel her shivering all over now.
She was blowing him, and he was eating her out.
Then he remembered her asshole. He licked his way there, through the end of her cunt, over the muscly rim, along the hairy borderline and down into the crevice of her asshole.
He wanted to taste her shit. He sought for it in her rim and deep in her sphincters, but he was only able to find whiffs and hints of its taste.
"You feel like you're trying to taste my shit the way you're licking around down there, Spence."
"You're right, Connie, I am."
"Hold on."
He felt her muscles tense, felt her push, and then it was there under his tongue, a small delicate round ball of shit.
He was aware that he stood a good chance of getting hepatitis if he ate her shit.
He took her turd in his mouth and slurped it around.
He had tried droplets of shit before. It always sickened him. So did Connie's. But at least he knew her better now. He spit it out.
He rinsed his mouth out with her cunt juices, then spit them out too.
He sat back and watched her blowing him.
Soon she pulled back too, trailing her tongue reluctantly along the tip of his cock.
"Is it time, Spence?" she asked, wide-eyed and trustingly.
"It's time," he nodded.
"My first human lover. My virginity is yours, Spence."
She ran her hand over his body, so filled with the touches and sight of being with his body this way that she was reluctant to leave it behind.
Spence came up on his knees before her and gazed into her eyes.
Still sitting up, Connie spread her legs widely.
She took his cock in her hand.
He inched forward on his knees, and she wriggled her buttocks to move toward him in the grass.
The tip of his cock touched her clit. She melted. He pressed forward, but he was so much higher than she that it was impossible for him to get in. He kept pushing. She leaned back on one hand. His cock began to fit. He shoved in more.
The impetus sent her back on her back.
He slid on top of her and into her. He was there, he had mounted her.
"You're filling me, Spence. All the way. I'm really full now."
"Does it feel all right, baby?"
"It hurts, but I love it anyway. I love the pain because I love you, Spence. It's the pain you give me. It's joy, too, all the more intense because of the pain."
They lay there, still and unmoving, simply tasting the delight of being joined at last.
"Spence, I'm glad I had animals first, and I'm glad you're my first man."
"Want to know something stupid Connie? You're my forty-first woman, and my hundred and eightieth animal (humans count in both categories)."
"Good for me ... I'm proud to be."
They began rocking lightly.
"Spence, darling."
"Yes?"
"That really felt good when you were eating out my asshole. I'm still tingling back there."
"O.K. We'll do it."
"Now?"
"Right away. Here, I'm out of you now. Turn over and get up on your knees."
Her ass was broad, tan, and beautiful in its shape.
Inside the crevice, was bushy, lusty blonde hair. He darted his tongue in again and lubricated her as well as he could.
"This may hurt, Connie."
"Good. Hurt me, love me. Here I am for you, Spence. Take me."
She reached back and pulled back both the cheeks of her ass to make his way in as wide open and simple as possible.
He was kneeling straight up in the air. He brought his cock to her crevice and jiggled it up and down in there.
"That much I like, Spence."
He took her by surprise.
He grabbed her by the hips and thrust in his cock up to the end of his knob.
"Oww! Shit! That's killing me, Spence!"
"Feel me, Connie. I'm not moving!"
"Alright, then, I'll move."
She began to rock back and forth, impaling her asshole further and further onto his ten inches of meat.
Suddenly he thrust all ten inches in, brutally. She screamed loudly enough to upset the whole farm.
"There, Connie, it's done. No more pain now, just an easy path to more and more pleasure." She didn't answer. She dripped tears of pain from her eyes, and proceeded to skewer herself on his monstrous pole some more.
They rocked back and forth in their new position, she in an ecstasy of pain, he in pleasure.
Spence had total control of her now. Her hips were in the palm of his hands, and he could do anything he wanted with her. He chose to exercise that.
He pulled out of her asshole then slipped his dork along her crotch and up her cunt from behind.
"Hey, Spence, we're doing this doggie style, aren't we?"
"Yeah, baby. Like it?"
"Yes, this is mostly pleasure and when you're in my asshole it's mostly pain. I love them both though. Maybe you could alternate, huh? First fuck my cunt, then ram it up my asshole?"
He did exactly that.
Their motion was smooth and peaceful, except for her early cries of pain when he charged up her asshole, but soon that pain turned in the direction of pleasure.
He had come not long before, and she had been boiling over since she stopped jerking off, so it was an opportune time for her to orgasm.
She became more aggressive in her movements, pushing her cunt and her asshole back up onto his joystick.
Sometimes, she reached back and pulled his hips even further into her.
"Spence, I'm beginning to fly. I'm soaring out of sight and I may never come back."
He kept moving.
"That's it, Spence, just keep your cock moving in me, it doesn't even matter where. FRICTION! That's the whole secret to good sex, I've learned that already. Move, move, move!"
She began to lose control of her movements now. They became more steady and more full of the joyful concentration of all her lust.
Her insides began to bunch up, it felt like her stomach was rising up into her tits.
He felt her changes too, and began getting every single bit of his ten inches into her body with every single stroke they shared.
"Spence, I think I'm going to...."
Her orgasm burst over her like a volcano. She threw herself up and back on him.
"Oh, Spence," she cried out joyfully, "I'm coming, I'M COMING!"
Her arched back forced Spence way back. He gave way. They both tumbled into a heap on the ground.
He kept his cock up her asshole when they fell.
They were both still as they hit the grass and settled into it.
Then her contractions came. One, two, three strong ones, then a series of ten or more weak ones.
Spence cuddled up to the back of her shoulder and her neck as she came.
"Ahh, Connie, I'm so glad I'm in your asshole now. I can really feel your contractions back here. Of course, I don't get any of the milking action your cunt gives from back here, but...."
"Wait, Spence, next time. You didn't come, did you?"
"No, babe."
"Well, I'm almost ready to go another round now. The more you exhaust me, Spence, the more I'm able to give you. When I think you're going to just take me and do whatever you feel like with me, that just makes me feel weak and like an object and I love it and ... and ... I'm all yours to do whatever you want with!"
Spence did.
He drove her higher and higher up that joyous mountain road, so high that she was afraid she'd never get down again.
She did, though.
After their next set. of climaxes, some other people showed up unexpectedly and there was a bit of jealous squabbling going on for a while after that.
But Connie and Spence had found each other, and neither of them was about to let go no matter what.
And it was a rich area to be lovers in: the house, barns, stables, pastures, cornfields, and the pond. Even once up a tree.