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Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder.

The following story contains themes of explicit sex.  If you're not old
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                             MIKE05.TXT -- F/BEAST

                              BEVERLY HILLBILLIES:
                            Elly May, Jethro Mayn't

                                 By Uncle Mike
                               (Max S. Wojtylak)
                          fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu

      Even as Miss Hathaway's convertible was slipping through traffic, Elly
May was still trying to argue herself out of the trip.

      "I don't need no more clothes," she told the secretary, who looked like a
broomstick with a shriveled up old apple on the top. "I got plenty."

      "Hmm, yes," Miss Hathaway said, keeping her eyes on the road. "But there
are a few gaps in your wardrobe."

      Elly May looked down at herself. Her abundant breasts were corralled by a
white men's shirt, with the ends tied in a knot around her stomach. A pair of
battered-looking jeans hugged her shapely legs tightly, held up by a rope
around her waist.

      "I ain't got no gaps," she said petulantly. "See? There ain't nothing
showing!"

      Miss Hathaway chuckled to herself as she pulled the car into a parking
space near the dress shop. She almost had to drag Elly May in, until the girl
caught sight of an elaborate wedding gown in one corner of the display window.

      "Kin I try on that one?" she asked. Miss Hathaway agreed; anything to get
her into the store.

      Once inside, Elly May did try on the wedding gown, and Miss Hathaway took
advantage of the glow from that experience to slip several other outfits onto
her lush body. But eventually the girl's obstinance returned and the sales
clerk was ready to admit defeat as Elly May rejected dress after dress.

      Miss Hathaway, however, had the clerk put aside two particularly pretty
dresses, and now had one last objective.

      "How about a bathing suit, Elly May?"

      "A bathin' suit? I need something special just to take a bath?"

      "No, no, Elly May. You need something to wear when you're lounging
outside. You can't just go around in that outfit all the time. Remember, you're
in Beverly. Hills, that is. Swimming pools. Movie stars. You need something to
wear in your pool."

      "Aw, heck, if I want to go for a swim I don't wear nothin'. That's the
best way."

      "Well, that's not how it's done in Beverly Hills. At least not in the
parts of town I go to. Here, try this one on." Miss Hathaway held up a demure
one-piece suit in a rather hideous maroon. "I've got one just like it!"

      Elly May rejected it quickly, but the sales clerk decided to give it a
shot. She pulled out a wispy yellow bikini. Elly May's eyes widened.
"Underwear!" she said. "You want me to wear underwear around people?"

      It took some fast talking to explain the difference, and the girl didn't
seem completely clear on the concept. But she did agree to change into the
bikini.

      When she stepped out of the dressing room, Miss Hathaway had to cover her
mouth with a bony hand to suppress a giggle.

      The bright yellow suit did show off Elly May's bountiful body with all
its curves. And the color set off sparks in her blonde hair. But Elly May had
spent most of her time outdoors in the same get-up, and the bikini exposed a
rather bizarre tan line across her belly and a "V" of tan down the valley of
her breasts.

      Choking back her laughter, Miss Hathaway insisted the outfit was perfect
and had the sales clerk wrap it up. On the way back to the Clampett's mansion,
she tried to explain tan lines to Elly May, gave up, and just insisted that the
girl put on her suit and get some time in the sun as soon as possible.

      Inside the house, her father, Granny and Cousin Jethro were bustling
about, getting ready for a trip to the store. "Git your carcass out to the
car," Granny squawked at Elly May when she started up the long, winding
staircase to the second floor. "We's a-going right now!"

      "Uh-uh, I cain't go," Elly May explained. "Miss Hathaway says I have to
go put on some new underwear and sit out by the pool so's I can get a sunburn
on my chest. That way I'll fit in with everybody else."

      Granny shook her head, convinced more than ever that Miss Hathaway and
most everybody in this town was crazy. She decided not to bother working on
Elly May for now, and went out and climbed into the old car.

      They were all gone when Elly May came back down the stairs in her skimpy
bikini. She went out through the kitchen to the pool and found a sunny spot to
lie down on a bench. It was a typically warm, beautiful Southern California
day. Elly May closed her eyes and settled back, dutifully turning over every so
often as Miss Hathaway had instructed. "Like a hog on a spit," she mused out
loud.

      She was lying on her stomach, her eyes closed and her round butt sticking
up when a wet touch on her back made her jump up. "What... oh, it's you,
Sugar," she said.

      Sugar was a billy goat about four feet high. Its tongue was still hanging
out as it backed away, frightened by Elly May's startled jump. She coaxed it
back.

      "Come on, Sugar, it's OK. I'm sorry I scared you. Come on!" The goat
cautiously trotted back to her side. She stroked its dense gray and white fur
as she talked to it softly.

      "Hey, I missed you this morning. How you doing?"

      The goat, of course, made no reply. But it was panting heavily and seemed
much more skittish than usual.

      "What's wrong, Sugar?" Even as she asked, Elly May saw the problem.
Sugar's cock was stiff and hanging down. Now Elly May understood the glazed
look in his eyes. "You're missing Buttercup, ain't ya?" she purred to her pet.
They'd left Buttercup, Sugar's sweetie, back home when they moved out to
California.

      "I'm sorry, Sugar. I guess you miss her a lot, huh?" Almost as if he
understood her words, Sugar pressed against her smooth skin, rubbing his flanks
on her.

      Elly May looked down at his cock again. "Maybe I can help you out a bit,"
she said, and reached down. With one hand she petted his back, keeping him
calm, while the other gently encircled his stiff shaft.

      Slowly she stroked the long, erect cock, slipping her fingers back and
forth across the swollen head. Sugar moved against her, rubbing his fur into
her smooth skin. Every now and then, a slight tremor shook his skinny body.

      As Elly May stroked the goat's cock, she felt a warmth spreading in her
own crotch. She shifted hands on his shaft and plunged the other inside her
skimpy bikini briefs, rubbing her cunt until it was wet enough to admit a
couple of fingers.

      As her passion increased, she got off the bench and stood behind the
animal, keeping up her stroking on his cock while she fingered herself, tugging
her briefs down for better access. Her breasts bulged out of the scanty bra
cups, pressing into the goat's back.

      She moaned softly as she felt the goat's hard cock swell slightly, and
then a hot spray of cum shot out the tip.

      "There, Sugar, that's better, isn't it?" she whispered in his ear as she
climbed back onto the bench.

      But while the goat was now sated, Elly May found her own juices were
flowing hot and heavy. She pulled her briefs off the rest of the way and went
back to rubbing and fingering herself, until she felt a cold, wet nose pushing
her hand away.

      As she looked up between the mounds of her breasts, she saw Sugar move
into position between her legs and lap at her cunt. The scraping of his rough
tongue on her sensitive pussy lips excited her. She ground her cunt against his
face.

      But several minutes of his lapping still left her feeling restless. Then
her eyes widened briefly.

      Pushing the goat away from her cunt, Elly May slipped off the bench and
got on her hands and knees on the ground, raising her ass up and presenting her
soaking-wet pussy to Sugar.

      He got the idea quickly, and Elly May was pleased to see his cock was
once again long and hard.

      The goat climbed up her back and inserted his cock in her eager cunt. It
was far too long to go in all the way, but Elly May took as much as she could,
bucking back against his frantic rutting.

      "You fuck me good, you hear?" she encouraged him. Her breasts jiggled as
she pushed back against his thrusts, and Elly May soon slipped off the bra and
caressed her tits with one hand, squashing the firm mounds and massaging the
erect nipples. "That's real good, Sugar," she told the animal as he madly drove
into her tunnel.

      As Sugar finally exploded inside her and the hot jet of cum ignited Elly
May's own bucking, screaming orgasm, Cousin Jethro came through the back door
of the house and stopped short.

      He disappeared back inside and soon came out with his Uncle Jed. "Look,
Uncle Jed," Jethro said, pointing to where Elly May lay face down, naked on the
ground, while the goat nuzzled lazily at her sodden cunt. "Look what Elly May
did."

      Jed, a grizzled old man, nodded his head and turned to go back inside.

      "Ain't you gonna say anything?" Jethro demanded. "Ain't you gonna tell
her she can't do that?"

      "She ain't hurtin' nobody... leastways I don't think the goat minded,"
Jed observed.

      "But... but when I did that, you made me stop and told me never to do it
again," the tall, well-built boy said angrily.

      "You mean that time you was fucking the pig?" Jed stopped and looked
Jethro square in the eyes. "That was a boy pig, boy. And I don't think he was
taking to it any too kindly."



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