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“Goating Part II” I was exhausted from my little accidental goat experience and was still on my knees in the back yard, my dress still up over my ass, the air felt so good on my wet cunt and I was breathing down but my mind was dizzy. I had worked or practiced on my body and knew how to make myself come really hard, making my toes flex and my body resonate. I was thinking about all of that in the quiet of my backyard and enjoying the quiet in the yard. I knew my time with a goat might not happen again…I didn’t know anyone who owned goats and, even if I did, what would I say: “Excuse me but can I borrow your male goat?” I didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon or anytime at all…I would luxuriate with my memories and the hot, frantic thrustings of goat cock into little girl cunt and the groans and Big Tits squeals we shared in those few moments…when the goat came in me I felt hot bursts of come and I felt heated up because the ejaculant was very hot. Maybe the goat had been in the sun, I didn’t know, but now I was resting, coming down from the unexpected pleasures I was so grateful to have enjoyed. What more wonderful thing could happen when family had left me completely alone, in my little, spare housedress…so naked and sexy underneath. I feel my clothing rubbing my little hairs and my little breasts all stirring me to wet and horny…it was exciting to be naked under my dress and when boys or men would come to visit us it made me hot and trembly all over teasing myself at what the boys and men would think if they knew how close they were to my naked body. Once, early in the year, we had ebony visitors…friends of my parents including a 16 year old boy. Me in my housedress and my imagination running wild. The boy and I were shooed into the backyard so the parents could talk more freely…grown up stuff…and the two of us went out in the yard. He was shy. I’m shy. But it was the awkward boy/girl shy which was its own kind of excitement. I knew what he was thinking: “Here’s a pretty girl.” And I knew what I was thinking: “The two of us are all alone with only tiniest and most flimsy material separating his hands and maybe his penis from my body. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was soft and warm and as we walked to Babes the barn his hand brushed against my leg…I think he could feel I was naked…no panty line…no bra straps showing from shoulders…you know, all the things to make a boy hard as a fucking rock. Did I say “fucking?” What a naughty girl I was then…even then when I was young. I liked fucking and licking and sucking and all the things that would excite me, make a boy hard just with my sucking and make him go soft after. I felt empowered at what I could do to any boy, any man…animals were more work…you had to play and fiddle and teach them what to do. I think a boy or man is just born knowing what to do. That time we were on the way to the barn and just as I thought would happen when we opened the barn door the whoosh of the wind blew up my dress right up above my waist. All my glorious privates were presented for the boy’s quick view. His face turned beet red and he burst into the biggest smile. We walked into the barn and he was quick to pull the door shut…he pushed me against the door and his hands went wild, his mouth kissing me and his hands all under my dress. I spread my legs for him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his very stiff dick. I got on my knees and got to sucking…he pulled me up and his fingers were playing me…then: “Where are you?” came a shout of Mom from the house…”We’re leaving now. Hurry up to the car!” Damn, damn, DAMN I thought. I was so close to sucking and swallowing his come and so ready to wet his fingers with my spend but we had to go. I lay there on the porch with all those sweet memories but there was nothing like being and feeling atavistic in an animal lust…no love or affection or silly stuff like that…just a hot animal fuck. Where had that goat gone anyway? And just then a cold nose on my ass…I knew that nose…my dog! It felt so cold where I was dripping the goat’s hot come oozing from my cunt. Such a contrast and exciting. “Manu, I’m hoping you can join us too. At 10 o'clock on Babes Sunday night, February 14th, 1988, Lisa took off all her clothes--except for her panties--turned off the bedroom lamp, and slipped in under her bed covers. “You must get it together,” she said. A few minutes later I saw her look out her front window toward my car down the rode. My heart pounds furiously in my chest and I feel my cock flex involuntarily through the ebony tension. I asked her what she had said to Carol and she whispered to me, "Asked her to introduce me to Jeff." From the corner of my eye I see Jenn who in seated beside me taking more than a few glances at my crotch. Every single day since this started, I had been terrified that this curse would create a human life and bring about its death, that would I rob an animal of their chance to live and they would die because I turned them into something they didn't understand and couldn't save them. He relaxed hearing the words. They seemed to have money, maybe from the divorce settlement. She came with a loud sigh, her stomach muscles cramping and her pelvis jerking against my hands. She notices and looks at me, laughing anew. “Don’t expect me to call you that, though. Realizing now that I had really HAD been blowing Mike and that he had just witnessed a guy cumming in his girlfriend's mouth, all he could do was blurt out a gasp of surprise. The crowd laughed and hollered Big Tits as I handed the mic back to the cameraman. I didn’t even realize how loud I screamed with that thrust but Scott told me later he was afraid someone would call the police. “Yes.” I loved them. I really need to relieve myself!