Ron Bywood - Beast humping

"Come on, man," Pedro said. "I got seconds after you. I always wanted to try this action."

So we climbed over the gate and took off down the hill, carefully side-stepping the cow-flow as we went. I had a real sinking feeling about the whole thing, wishing the Goddamn subject had never come up in the first place. But these two – once they got their feeble minds set on some wild piece of stupidity, there was no turning them aside.

The cows moved away from us, sort of wary, as we came by. It almost seemed as if they knew what we were after. And it wasn't even the mating season for cows.

We picked out a cute little brown calf with a white head and tail. She was gonna be it, like it or not. But I knew we were going to have a rough old time, whether those other fools realized it or not. It's no joke trying to catch a calf – even a little one – and no fun trying to hold her once you get her.

"And another thing," I told them. "Whichever one of these bastards is her mother isn't gonna like it worth a damn when we start screwing around with her calf."

Bessie laughed. "What can a cow do?"

"Listen, kid," I said. "When a wild-eyed cow comes charging at us, just don't stand in my way – okay?"

Anyhow, we circled around this little old calf about three feet high and closed in on her from three sides, and it wasn't such a problem as I expected it would be. She bleated a couple of times and jumped sideways and fidgeted a little, but she must've been used to being manhandled, because she let Pedro and Bessie grab onto her without too much fuss. There was a big old cow nearby watching us pretty close – must've been mother – but she didn't seem too concerned. So what if her only child was about to get diddled by a couple of dirty old men? What the hell.

Pedro got a good arm-lock on the little bastard's neck and Bessie was down on the ground underneath her, holding her around the middle.

"You better get up out of there," I said. "You're gonna get kicked in the Goddamn head," I said.

She said, "Oh, she wouldn't dream of kicking me. She's so cute. I love her." She began stroking the calf tenderly and kissing her ratty hide. "Ooh, I wish could and make love to her. Isn't there some way? Ooh man – I want to feel her rubbing all over me."

She hopped up and pulled off her mini-dress over her head and Bessie tossed away. That was it for her, clothes-wise. Bessie never wore underwear of any kind. Said it was "too confining, and unsanitary besides." So here she was naked again – her natural condition. Bessie never passed up an excuse to get naked for whatever reason – in public or private.

She threw herself against the calf now, rubbing her dirty white hide up against the calf's dirty brown one. She lifted up one long skinny leg and rubbed her inner thigh along the calf's hind leg and then squashed her floppy boobs down against her flank and ground her nipples against the rough hide.

"Ooh, this is groovy," she cooed. "Isn't there some way I can make it with her? Tell me how there must something sexy she can do to me."

Pedro gave her a hard swipe across the ass. "Will you cool it for Christ sakes? I want to see Jack fuck this Goddamn beast. Isn't that what we stopped for? You can get your jollies later. Now grab on there again, will you? We gotta hold this mother-fucker still. You're just getting it all stirred up with your shit."

She said, "Well, come on then, Jack. I want to watch this too. Are you gonna screw her or not?"

I said, "The thing is, I don't exactly feel in a hard-on mood right at the moment. To tell the truth, I miss the preliminary intimacies of the love-making process."

"Oh shit," Bessie said. "I'll fix that." She came over to me and unzipped my fly for me – she was very good at zippers – I think she majored in zippers at college – and then I let her pull down my pants and shorts and lit a cigarette while she went to work with her hot lips and snaky tongue on my flaccid member. It didn't take long. With her fingers at my balls and her mouth doing its usual brisk gobble-job on the old weenie, I was hard as a rock before I even threw the match away.

"Why don't we just forget about that fucking heifer? I said, patting Bessie's tousled head. She was a pig, but a number one blow-jobber, that kid. I'd just as soon carry on with what we're presently doing, if it's all the same with you."

But she let loose of me as soon as I was all the way up and vibrating and she dashed back to the calf to grab hold again.

"Come on," she screamed. "Now that you got it up – use it!"

I felt like a damn idiot, but what could I do? There I was standing the middle of somebody's field with my pants down and a rampaging hard-on shining in the sunlight. What else was there to do but fuck a cow?

I knew it wasn't going to work though. You have to break a young calf in gradually. Diddle her with a dildo and all that, before she's ready to take a real meat-prick. But I decided I might as well go through the motions of it anyhow – put on a show for these freaks.

"If you want to be helpful," I said, "you hold her head, Bessie, and let Pedro take her hind legs. You gotta really hang on there if it's gonna work. I just don't want to get kicked in the balls, if you don't mind."

They switched around like I said, in deference my balls, and then it was party time. "Hold that tiger," I said. "Here I come – ready or not." I kicked off my pants and moved in behind the little brown ass, trying to remember how I'd seen other kids do it back on the farm.

First I thought I'd better find a stick or something though poke in there and sort of try the passageway.

"Let's go, man," Pedro yelled. "She's getting hot for you already. I can feel it."

I decided I'd just use my hand to test the hole. If I could get a couple of fingers inside, that would give me an idea whether I'd have a fighting chance at risking my fragile ding-dong in the rump of that treacherous son of a bitch. I moved in cautiously, I wasn't really sure whether these bastards kicked or not, but I felt awful Goddamn vulnerable with my weenie out in the open air, standing high wide and handsome with no protection whatever between it and the possible fury of a rampaging beast.

I began by patting her ever so gently on the flanks and speaking soft seductive words. Calm her down – that was the thing.

"Nice baby. Sweet little heifer. Daddy loves you – yes indeed." What the hell do you say to a calf, anyhow? Everybody knows how to talk to dogs and cats and horses. But who ever heard of talking to a cow? Anyhow, she hadn't started kicking yet at least.

"Hold that bastard, whatever you do," I whispered to Pedro. Then I started patting and probing down along the crack of her ass. She shivered a little when I touched close to home but no major reactions yet. Even when I gave her a couple of pats on the pussy – no alarm bells.

She didn't really flinch until I dug one finger down the inner edges of her crease and sort of eased open the outer flaps just a hair. Then she crouched down a bit and twitched her tail at me I gave her another reassuring pat on the side of the ass and talked to her some more before I tried digging any deeper. I was hoping to hell she wasn't as nervous I was.

"What the hell are you doing back there?" Pedro yelled. "Looking for the hole?"

"Sh-h," I said. "Don't spook her, Goddamnit. You gotta take these things slow when you're dealing with a shy young female critter."

Bessie said, "You never showed all this sweet consideration when you were fucking around my rear end. Wham bam is all I ever got."

I said, "Different cows call for different kinds of handling." I'd let her figure that one out.

She said, "Moo-oo!"

Now I got first one finger up inside her and then two fingers, and I worked them into about the second knuckle and diddled around very carefully. Her cunt was soft and warm and wet and slimy – not a hell of a lot different in feel and shape from a woman's pussy. It was sort of like rooting around in some big old whore's snatch actually, is what it made me think of.