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Archive name: goatgrl2.txt (FF, F/beast)
Authors name: Catherine Murray (catherinem775@yahoo.com)
Story title : Goat Girl - 2

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Goat Girl - 2 
by Catherine Murray (catherinem775@yahoo.com)

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Continuing adventures of Catherine at the farm. (FF, 
F/beast)

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Catherine woke with the sun. Sunday was here and this 
was her last day before Becky, Bonnie and Karen would 
be home. They went to a family funeral and Catherine 
volunteered to work the goat farm for them. The only 
problem she had was with Killer the buck. She hit her 
head in a storm closing the gate and Killer took 
advantage of her condition. She hadn't been able to say 
no to him since. 

She grabbed a quick breakfast and went outside for the 
morning milking. Bugs, the family dog went with her. He 
had been kind of a problem. You should really read part 
#1 first. The milking went without a hitch. Catherine 
finally got into a rhythm that worked for everyone. The 
only one that missed out was Bugs. She had taken care 
of him last night.

Catherine walked to the gate to the goat's pen. Killer 
had watched her since she left the house. When she 
finished with the milking she looked over at Killer and 
saw that his penis was erect. He was waiting for her. 
She locked eyes with the buck. The herd of does were 
all around her they had been since that first night. 
She was part of them now. 

She opened the gate, closing it behind her, walked to 
the middle of the pasture, disrobed and got on her 
hands and knees. This was what she did every day since 
she had been taken by him. If you asked her why she did 
it she probably would have said that she had to or 
something like that. She was just mesmerized by the 
buck.

Killer had watched her for over an hour now. When she 
locked eyes with him he knew she would offer herself to 
him. He broke the lock he had with her eyes and walked 
around to her round bottom and climbed on her naked 
back. He gripped her round hips with his cloven hooves 
and pulled her back on to his engorged cock. He 
preferred human females to the does. They were tighter. 
He rutted her until he came. He jumped off and walked 
around her. He locked eyes with her again. He mounted 
her again. This time he jumped on her shoulders. 

Catherine was surprised at this. Killer usually mounted 
her four or five times before he wanted her to clean 
him. She licked the horrid smelling appendage and 
stayed still as Killer jammed into down her throat and 
started to hump her mouth. He shot his seed down into 
her gullet and dismounted again. He circled her twice, 
locking eyes with her as he passed her front. After the 
second go round he mounted her back again. 

Catherine had become accustomed to this. The buck had 
mounted her over sixty times in the past week. Her 
vagina had long ago lost the initial soreness. She now 
had multiple orgasms under her buck each time he 
mounted her. When she heard him bleat at her she became 
wet with anticipation. When she opened the gate she was 
already starting her orgasm. Killer in spite of his 
smell was quite the ladies man. He had this human 
trained well.

He mounted her two more times, then he bumped her ass 
with her head, knocking her over. She usually left 
after that. He started to walk over to the south side 
of the pasture where the hay was so he could munch for 
a while. He looked back over his shoulder to see her 
still on her hands and knees where he left her. He 
grabbed a mouthful of hay and chewed it down. She was 
still there. Killer went over and mounted her again. 
This time when he was finished he bumped her in the 
side. This time she left. 

Catherine wanted to have him mount her one more time. 
This would be the last time. She was not going to be 
here tomorrow. She really had mixed feelings about 
this. At first she almost quit but she didn't want to 
leave her friends hanging. Then she wanted it to be 
over with as soon as possible. Then halfway through the 
week she decided that it wasn't so bad, she would 
survive. That was the turning point. Now she was 
wishing she had the full two weeks. The farm work was 
easier with a timetable and she was starting to enjoy 
her "visits with Killer". 

Bugs she saved until after dark when the goats were all 
sleeping and they were in the house. He would start 
sniffing her cunt, like he always did, then he would 
stand there and just wag his tail, looking at her. 
Catherine would disrobe and get on the floor on her 
hands and knees just like a bitch in heat. Bugs would 
lick her until he was ready. Then he would mount her 
and start humping. Catherine always had to grab his 
cock and slip it in between her cunt lips. Then Bugsie 
would hammer into her until they locked.

She sucked him off one time to see what it was like. 
She didn't mind the taste but he was real big and he 
liked to hump. She would have done it more if he had 
stayed still.

That was the routine she had established. Everyone was 
happy with it. Catherine walked into the house. She 
wanted to leave it clean for Becky. The last thing the 
poor woman would want to do is clean house after 
driving for fourteen hours.

Catherine put a pot roast on the stove. She didn't know 
if Becky would stop and eat or if she would just come 
home. The pot roast would be just as good if not better 
tomorrow for dinner. The house was not that big. 
Catherine had changed all the bed linen and made up the 
bed for Karen. She hung out the last load of wash and 
settled down with her book. She pondered going up to 
the brook but put that thought out of her head.

Catherine walked thought the farmhouse for the last 
time. She folded and put away the clean laundry. 
Earlier she had found all of Becky's housedresses. She 
looked them over and decided that all they really 
needed was a rinse with the hose and a run through the 
washing machine. She sewed a seam on the one she wore 
that first night. 

The house and farm were clean and ready. Bonnie would 
tell her she was stupid to do all that but Becky would 
appreciate it. She went to the does and did the 
afternoon milking. Killer was calling to her, but, 
sorry boy not tonight. She put the milk in the fridge 
and packed her bag to go home. 

The long drive was almost over. Becky had the two teens 
for the past fourteen hours and she could not wait for 
the trip to end. She saw her sign "Sunnyridge Goat 
Farm". Well that was still standing. She loved 
Catherine with all her heart, but she was only fourteen 
years old. They had left in a rush and Catherine was 
all they had. She had shall we say low expectations. 

She turned into her driveway and saw the barn. All was 
neat and quiet. She pulled up to the garage and stopped 
the car. She heard Bugs barking. That was sure normal. 
She went into the garage, opened the fridge. It was 
full of milk. Catherine had gotten it right. She walked 
into her house. She could smell the roast. Her floors 
hadn't been this clean since the last ice age.

She saw Catherine rise from the chair. "Catherine, 
honey the place looks great. Did you cook dinner for 
us?" Catherine smiled at her friend's mom. "Yea, I 
thought you might not feel like cooking so I threw on a 
roast. It is ready whenever you are hungry enough to 
open the pot." Becky gave Catherine a hug and kissed 
her. "Thank you for this." She whispered in her ear. 

Bonnie and Karen walked in struggling with the luggage. 
"Hey Bonnie, do you want help with that stuff." Bonnie 
forced a smile and Karen kind of snarled. Catherine 
looked at Becky and smiled. "Rough trip huh?" Becky 
just rolled her eyes. Catherine said her goodbyes and 
left promising to come over for dinner the following 
day for leftover roast.

Later, after everyone had eaten and was settled, Becky 
went into her bedroom and turned down her bed for the 
night. The smell of clean sheets rose to her nose. 
Catherine had not forgotten anything. The farm was in 
better shape than if she and Tom had been here the 
whole time. Her house was cleaner than she left it that 
was for sure. She pulled the crisp sheets up to her 
nose. Fabric softener and hung outside. Just the way 
she liked it.

Becky looked through the house and smiled. That 
Catherine was a treasure. That was one thing she knew 
for sure. She walked out to the barn and checked on the 
goats. The mangers were full and the water was clean. 
The barn floor had been cleaned out and fresh bedding 
had been spread out. She looked into the next pen at 
Killer. Killer looked at her and just bleated. 

Becky opened the gate and walked into Killers side of 
the barn. She closed the gate behind her and she 
shucked off the dress. She stroked the buck between the 
horns, then she reached around his belly and stroked 
the large penis. The naked woman lowered herself onto 
all fours and prepared herself mentally for an 
onslaught. 

Killer mounted her, but not with the urgency Becky had 
expected. After Killer had finished with her she rinsed 
off with the hose and put her dress back on. She went 
to the doe side. Maybe Killer is getting old. She 
caught the young buck and caressed the immature penis. 

"It won't be long little guy until you are ready." The 
young kid nudged her breast through the dress. Becky 
placed the kid down and returned to Killer. She laid 
under the buck until he positioned himself over her. 
She sucked the erect penis into her mouth as she had 
many times before. 

When Catherine made it home her father was there. That 
was really strange. He was always working. He hugged 
his daughter and welcomed her home. "Hello honey, we 
have missed you around here."

Catherine thought of the changes she had in her life 
over the last week. She hugged her dad and kissed his 
scratchy cheek. "I missed you to dad". She went up to 
her bed and slept like a log.

The sun rose on Monday like it always did. Catherine's 
dad had probably been at work for hours and she heard 
her mom driving out the driveway. She went down the 
stairs in her nighty. She went into the kitchen and 
asked started to fix herself some cereal. Lupe stormed 
into the Kitchen and started her routine. "No way 
little girl. I will fix you eggs and sausage. You are 
so skinny a strong wind will blow you away..." 
Catherine tuned her out. She knew the routine by heart. 

Lupe was precious. She loved Catherine and treated her 
like her own daughter. Catherine had a list of things 
to do for her mom, she had to clean her room. She 
missed her riding lesson with Lupe's husband all last 
week while she was at Bonnie's house. Her nails were 
like she was a farm hand or something?

She visited with Lupe for the next hour, doing her 
nails and eating her breakfast. She drank another cup 
of coffee. Lupe started making it for her. Barbara, her 
mom thought she was to young for it but Lupe never told 
on her for anything.

Robert was down at the barn when Catherine walk in. He 
was Brazilian. Lupe was Mexican. The two of them had 
been married forever. Lupe had two children she never 
spoke of.

Catherine saw Robert already had the horse saddled. 
This started when Catherine first moved in and met 
Robert. He explained to her that horses that were not 
run soon lost the skills they were taught. They needed 
to be ridden or they went wild. A couple of the horses 
boarded at the ranch were owned by spoiled rich girls 
in the city that never came out to care for them. The 
ranch was paid well for their keep. But the trick was 
finding someone to ride. Catherine became the rider of 
choice for two of the animals and Bonnie was more than 
glad to help her out.

Catherine mounted the horse. This one was a gelding. 
Fawn colored and 12 hands. Robert said this was a great 
size for her to learn on. She loved to ride and she 
missed it over the past week. Catherine headed out of 
the barn and turned to the left. There was a trail that 
led to the brook, which she would follow to Bonnie's 
house. This was the route she always took. 

Robert had worked her on a stallion a couple of times 
in the ring. He had been bred as a jumper but had been 
born with his back legs spread to wide to be a jumper. 
His owner still kept him at the ranch but never rode or 
tended him. Robert usually rode that horse because he 
was so hard to handle. 

He told Catherine that she was learning to handle him 
just fine. Catherine loved the idea. Diablo was black 
as night. All over. His coat shined and his muscles 
rippled when he moved. He seemed intimidating at first 
to her but she was getting to know him. After a couple 
months of training with him she could take him out for 
a real ride.

Today's ride was just for fun. Catherine had been 
riding ever since they moved here. She knew her way 
around horses. She watched Robert in the barn with them 
and took over a lot of the chores herself as she got 
older. She was anxious to ride the stallion, but she 
knew better than to rush things. She could hear the 
bubbling of the brook. A left turn then across the road 
and she would ride on to the goat farm. Hadn't she just 
left there?

Becky was tired of Bonnie and Karen already. The two 
were just too much alike. They always seemed to find 
something to argue about. She did the morning milking. 
The does were hesitant around her. Catherine must have 
treated them well when she was gone. Killer watched her 
for a time, then he got bored and started to graze.

She heard the clump of the horse and smiled. Catherine 
would cheer her up. "Hey, stranger!" She called out to 
the teen. "Hey yourself" Catherine called back. 
Catherine grabbed half of the milk and helped Becky 
carry it into the garage refer. "Where is Bonnie and 
Karen?" Catherine was sure her friend had juicy gossip 
from Pennsylvania. Becky rolled her eyes again. "The 
last time I saw those two they were fighting in the 
house. Catherine giggled. "Becky, you are so patient 
with them, I don't know how you do it." Becky could 
smell the sarcasm in that remark. "Get out of here 
before I spank you." Catherine tied her horse and went 
to find her friend and her aunt.

Catherine walked into the farmhouse and up to Bonnie's 
room. She heard the two of them in the room Catherine 
had set up for Karen. "Hi, welcome back." Catherine 
smiled at her friend and her aunt Karen. Something 
seemed off her, Catherine thought. Neither girl was 
dressed. Both were in their underwear and they seemed 
to be, well trying to hide something. "What is she 
doing here?" Karen asked Bonnie. Catherine thought she 
heard a very caustic tone in the question. 

"Do you mean Miss Perfect?" Was Bonnie's answer. 

"Hey, what is this all about?" Catherine didn't like 
the way this was going. "All I ever hear is 'Catherine 
this and Catherine that, why can't you be more like 
Catherine.' Did you come over to make my life more 
miserable?" Bonnie was not as happy to see her as 
Catherine had expected, or something had gone terribly 
wrong in Pennsylvania. "Bonnie, we need to get you 
better friends, or at least real friends." Karen threw 
out while looking at Catherine. Bonnie giggled and she 
actually agreed with the bitch. That hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." Catherine spun on 
her heel and left. She could hear Karen laugh as she 
walked down the hall and out the back door. She had 
been treated badly by people in her life but she never 
expected Bonnie to be part of it. She tried to stop the 
tears but she couldn't.

Becky was washing her car as Catherine headed up to the 
brook on her horse. She thought she would have had a 
chance to visit with her for a while before she left. 
No matter she would be back for dinner. Strange though, 
she always said goodbye before leaving. Becky turned 
off the water and headed into the house.

Catherine cried all the way home. She thought she had 
always been a good friend to Bonnie. They always shared 
everything and Catherine had been satisfied with their 
friendship. It was hard to believe she had been so far 
off. Catherine was sure that Karen had something to do 
with this. They were in their underwear. That was 
strange for Bonnie at this time of day.

When she got back to the ranch, Catherine put the 
gelding up and started to muck out the stalls. She 
always did the stalls of the houses she rode. That was 
the gelding and now the stallion. The gelding she put 
in the pasture and did his stall first. When she was 
done she put the stallion into the pasture and did his 
stall. She finished the stalls and then she cleaned the 
stallion head to toe. 

This included cleaning out his foreskin. The smell that 
rose from there would make Killer smell nice. The more 
she did it the better she got at it and the more the 
horse got to know her style. Besides if you kept up 
with that it didn't smell that bad. Real truth, 
Catherine loved handling his huge cock.

After she had finished cleaning him, she wiped him down 
and saddled him for a ride. She met Robert in the arena 
and he rode with her a couple times around. He then 
suggested they go for a short trail ride. This made the 
cloud lift. Catherine had waited a long time to take 
Diablo out on the trail.

They rode for almost two hours. The horse was following 
all of Catherine's commands on cue. Robert was 
impressed with the way the two of them got along. "I 
will speak to your father and see if you can take him 
out alone soon." He promised. 

When they returned to the barn, Catherine wiped Diablo 
down and put him into his stall. Of course as soon as 
she got him into his stall he wanted to pee. If you had 
ever seen a horse pee, you know there is a lot. 
Catherine remembered just mucking out the stall and 
wanted it to stay clean at least until she left. She 
reached down under him and aimed his penis into the 
drain trough. 

Robert walked by at this very second and peaked into 
the stall. He laughed and remarked that he wished that 
Lupe treated him as well. "She already does and you 
know it." Catherine retorted. "To treat that horse any 
better you would need to be a belly rider." Catherine 
agreed with him. She had no idea what a belly rider 
was.

Catherine left the barn and went to the house. She 
found Lupe in the kitchen. "Do we have anything for 
dinner Lupe?" Catherine sure didn't want to go back to 
Bonnie's for dinner. "Yes, I cooked enchiladas for your 
father. There is plenty for everyone." Lupe already had 
the hot Mexican food on a plate. As she ate she spoke 
with Lupe about riding her "new horse". 

She thanked Lupe for the dinner. "Not going to Bonnie's 
house tonight Catherine?" Lupe couldn't help but be 
curious. "Not tonight Lupe, to much to do." Catherine 
lied. She wanted to talk this over with someone, but 
not Lupe. Lupe knew much more than she shared about the 
farm up the road.

The days were full on the ranch. Between the chores and 
housework Catherine didn't have time for thinking about 
what happened at Bonnie's. She rode Diablo more and 
more. There was something about riding the powerful 
animal that excited her. She thought of what had 
happened at the goat farm with Killer and Bugs. She 
couldn't explain it to anyone why she did it, but she 
knew she wanted to do it again. She went to sleep an 
night thinking about it and masturbating over and over 
again.

Catherine was on the run. She just finished shopping 
with her mom. This was a rare occurrence. Her mother 
was always at the hospital. Catherine called her at her 
dinner break most days, but going out and being with 
her was best. She heard Lupe yell up the stairs to her. 
"Your friend called from the goat place. She wants you 
to stop by." Catherine quickly added the stop into her 
schedule. Before the library and after I put these 
clothes away. The deal was she had to put her mom's 
purchases away also.

When she walked up the driveway, Bugs greeted her. She 
pushed him off the rest of the way to the house. Killer 
bleated to her and all the does were gathered at the 
gate to the pen. At least the animals are glad to see 
me Catherine was thinking as she reached the door. 

Becky was waiting inside. "Come in Catherine, I am so 
glad you came by." The older woman poured two glasses 
of lemonade and sat on the porch glider. She patted the 
cushion next to her for Catherine to sit down. "Come 
sit, I need to fill you in on some stuff." 

Catherine sat next to the woman. She always liked being 
around Becky. There was something about her Catherine 
really liked. Maybe it was her shoulder length light 
brown, used to be blonde, hair. Always tied back and 
always falling into her eyes. Maybe it was her brown 
eyes, or her pointed features, or maybe it was her cute 
round face or her dazzling smile.

Becky talked some about the trip to PA and the funeral. 
It wasn't going as well as she expected it to. The 
business that Tom's dad owned was not being sold as she 
expected. All the siblings had a part of it. No one 
child had a majority. Some of Tom's sibling did not 
want to sell. It was a lucrative business. There were 
over fifty employees and hundreds of thousands of 
dollars worth of equipment. There were also contractual 
demands that needed to be met. Tom had the expertise to 
run the business but it was a full time job. Catherine 
could sense that Becky was very upset over this. "Tom 
wants me to sell the farm and move to PA with him." 
Becky was crying by now, the tears were flowing down 
her cheek and landing on her farm dress. Catherine 
watched the liquid soak into the cloth, not knowing 
what to say.

"You know that this is my place, not Tom's." Catherine 
remembered hearing that somewhere. She nodded. "It 
belonged to my grandparents. They raised me after my 
mom died. I never knew who my father was." 

"When my grandparents died I was a little older than 
you and pregnant. This farm kept me sane. Tom married 
me. He said he loved me, but it was because I was 
pregnant. His parents didn't want him to marry me or to 
move here but they didn't want a pregnant teenager 
hanging around their country club either. Tom made my 
life much easier than it would have been and if I sell 
and go to PA with him, I could have a life of leisure, 
like his mother had, but I don't want that. 

Catherine, I love it here. My fondest memory is waking 
up to my grandmother calling me to breakfast in this 
house and the smell of bacon and coffee. My goats and 
the farm. This is mine, I can't leave all this for a 
country club with golf and tennis.

Catherine was holding Becky's hands now and rubbing 
them in her own. "When I moved here I was happy to 
move. Now I love it here. I am sure that Tom would make 
you happy there." Becky was shaking her head side to 
side. "Tom is different there around his family. He 
didn't say ten words to me when we went to the funeral. 
He sat with his family and I was an outsider. Catherine 
I wasn't comfortable at all there. I hated it. I was so 
happy to get back here and see you with everything 
under control." 

Catherine must have made a look. There was a pause. "I 
am sorry about that honey. Maybe I did over do the 
praise, but to me you did a great job and I am still 
find it amazing that you did all of it on your own. 
Like I told you before, Bonnie doesn't get it, but I 
do. And my sister-in-law is a first class bitch. 
Believe me that is not going to last. I don't know what 
the deal is with Bonnie, but I hope she will get over 
it soon. She is more like Karen than I care for." 

"Anyway, I am driving to PA again this Friday and I was 
wondering if you would bail me out again with the farm. 
I am going to sit down with Tom and work this thing out 
one-way or another. When I get back there will be a 
solution to all of this upheaval."

Catherine said that of course she would keep the place 
up while Becky was gone, and she told her to 
concentrate on her family and don't worry about the 
farm. It would be fine. "I know you will do a great job 
honey. That is the only thing I know anymore." 
Catherine took her glass to the kitchen and hit the 
bathroom. She and Becky hugged and kissed cheeks at the 
door. "OK, I will do the late milking on Friday and I 
will be here when you get home. And Becky, if you need 
to stay longer, you already know that it is OK with me. 
I will not make any plans until you are back, whenever 
you get back."

Becky walked down the driveway with her. Killer was 
bleating at the two of them. "What is bothering him?" 
She asked. Catherine, knowing what was wrong smiled and 
said, "Oh, he is just horny." Becky answered "Shit he 
is always horny." She waved to the young girl as she 
walked around the corner. She was halfway back to the 
house when she stopped and thought about what Catherine 
had said. She was equally surprised at her reply. 
Catherine is growing up, I wonder? She braced herself 
for the rest of the week with Karen and Bonnie picking 
at her.

Friday at noon Catherine walked on to the farm 
property. She could hear the familiar sounds of the 
buck calling her and she couldn't wait to be around the 
does again. She went into the house and let Bugs out to 
do his business. She found a note from Becky on the 
table. Nothing new here. She snooped around the house 
and smiled when she saw that Karen had taken all of her 
things with her. Catherine would strip the bed and set 
the room back when it was the spare room. Catherine had 
purchased work dresses. She had five in her bag. She 
shucked her clothes off and threw on a dress. She went 
barefoot to the barn to tend the herd.

The does were happy to have her in the pen. She checked 
the udders to see which needed milking the most and 
decided on the order. She could feel Killers eyes on 
her as she did the milking. The amount was not as much, 
some of the does had no milk left. their season was 
coming. Soon they would be in with Killer to expand the 
herd. The new kids would come and then a decision would 
have to be made. Which to keep and which to sell. The 
number of kids and the number of bucks and does had a 
lot to do with this, but Catherine had her favorites 
and was glad she didn't make that decision. Horses were 
much easier that way.

The young buck kept ramming into her. He was like a 
little version of Killer. When he wanted your 
attention, no other thing existed in the world for him. 
When the milking was done, Catherine decided to play 
with him a bit. His horns were just nubs, but he didn't 
hook yet. Hopefully he would never learn that. If he 
did his horns would have to go. The horns looked good 
on killer. Catherine got on her knees and pushed 
against the kid's head. 

This was a game the little ones loved to play. The 
little kid, ran around to the left side and bumped 
Catherine in the ribs. This move surprised her and when 
the little guy tried to mount her she was equally 
surprised. He was too short to match with her, but he 
was almost there. Catherine looked back and judged the 
distance needed. She smiled at the little guy and said 
"Maybe after the does go into season you can get there, 
next year you will be humping all of them."

The milk was put in the fridge. Catherine saw that the 
pick-up had been just made. There was only this 
morning's deposit in the fridge. It would be the middle 
of next week before any more milk was picked-up. 
Catherine made her way back to the goat pen. She 
watched Killer the whole time. He was being unusually 
patient. He bleated at her when she came on the 
property, when she started the milking, but then he was 
silently watching her. Catherine opened the gate to his 
pen, tossed her dress over the fence and waited for 
Killer to mount her.

The buck didn't disappoint her. He made his walk around 
her like he always did. He put his cold nose to her 
upturned bottom, then she felt his weight on her back 
and his forelegs at her hips. She was ready for him. 
She was used to having him mount her now. When she 
opened the gate she was dripping with anticipation. He 
easily slid into her hungry wet vagina. He rutted into 
her causing her to orgasm. Catherine had her head on 
the grass and was gasping for breath. The intensity of 
her orgasm had surprised her. She knew she missed being 
mounted but the time it took her to build the intensity 
was much shorter than it ever was. She would have many 
more orgasms before he dismissed her this day.

She was exhausted from the experience. She almost had 
to crawl into the doe's pen. She stayed down in lost in 
the herd. She enjoyed the closeness of the does and 
their attentions. The only little buck kept from last 
years breeding was at her breast suckling her. He 
wasn't biting and none of the does would let him 
suckle. Catherine let him stay. It didn't hurt to have 
him there and it kept him from bumping her. Catherine 
rested while the buck suckled at her breast. 

She knew he wouldn't stay at a dry nipple for long. She 
was right. The buck went behind her and tried to mount 
her. He was Killer's heir apparent, but not there yet. 
She crouched down to give him a better chance. The 
young immature penis slid into the slimy pussy. The kid 
rutted for a time but couldn't come yet. He jumped off 
and went back to the nipple. This time he bit her. 
Catherine knew why the does would not let him suckle. 
Killer was grazing on the far side of the pasture. He 
was getting old. This might be his last season here if 
this little guy matures as expected.

Catherine went into the house and cleaned up. She 
crawled into Bonnie's bed for the night. She dozed off 
wondering why Bugs was being so well behaved.

Catherine rose with the sun. The morning milking was 
handled and Killer tended to. She returned home to 
spend the morning working with her stallion. She would 
spend time at the ranch over the next four days caring 
for him and then go back to the farm and do the milking 
and upkeep of the herd. She might even saddle the 
gelding and ride him over one of the days. It took as 
long to walk on the road as it did to ride the trail, 
but riding was much more fun. Right now she intended to 
remove all traces of Bonnie's aunt Karen. If she came 
back, she could make up her own room herself. 

Catherine tore the bed down and threw the sheets into 
the laundry room. "I might as well do them all." She 
thought to herself. Becky will think I like to do her 
laundry if I keep this up. Catherine knew that Becky 
would be exhausted from the trip and wanted to make it 
easier for her to rest when she returned. She was also 
worried about this thing with Tom. She surprised 
herself thinking that she wanted Becky to stay. She 
knew that was selfish of her, but Becky was her friend 
and she would miss her terribly if she left. She wished 
that Tom, Becky and Bonnie would come back and 
everything would go back the way it was before any of 
this started.

The last two times she had seen Bonnie weren't exactly 
pleasant for her. Karen had some influence over that, 
but Bonnie had changed also. Maybe she would have new 
neighbors before Thanksgiving, who knew.

Bugs was all over her by now. Catherine looked at him 
and made him sit down and stay. When ever he moved she 
would start over again. When he stayed in one place for 
a ten count she slipped out of her dress. Naked in 
Karen's old bedroom she made the dog lay down. It took 
four tries but Bugs finally stayed down. Only then did 
she get down on the floor next to him. She rubbed his 
ears with one hand and around his side with the other. 
She scratched his chest. 

He finally rolled over. Catherine saw some pink 
starting to slip out of his sheath. She grabbed the 
sheath and lightly rubbed it. Lowering her head to his 
belly. She let her left ear rest on his belly and she 
licked at the penis just emerging from inside the 
animal. As it came out farther she let it slide in and 
out of her mouth. Licking at it and enjoying the dog 
not jumping all around like he usually did. When the 
knot started to swell she grabbed it with her right 
hand and continued to suck on the dog. He came in her 
mouth. She didn't swallow it all, but she did most of 
it. 

The dog licked at himself for a few minutes, then he 
got up and licked Catherine's pussy. He stopped and 
whined a little. Catherine looked at the huge erection 
under the animal and got on her knees so he could mount 
her. A couple of licks and he was on her. She grabbed 
the slippery penis and inserted it between her pussy 
lips and the dog started to hump. 

Catherine came immediately when the dog penetrated her. 
She could feel the knot bumping at her vagina as the 
heat in her loins started to increase again. She 
relaxed so she could tie with the dog. They remained 
tied for thirty minutes.

When Bugs popped out of her, she knew she would have a 
mess to clean, but she felt good that all traces of 
Karen were gone from that room now. Catherine slept in 
what was Karen's bed. The last time she stayed in 
Bonnie's room She didn't feel right staying in Bonnie's 
room this time.

Killer woke her with his bleating earlier than usual. 
Catherine knew if she left as soon as she got the 
milking done, she could get back to the ranch and not 
miss working with Diablo today, and besides, her dad 
was home today and she wanted to spend time with him. 
She jumped out of bed, slipped on her dress and out to 
the goat pen. She looked at Killer and opened his gate. 
First things first.

Catherine had a busy day for a Saturday. She finished 
the milking early, did the laundry, including the three 
sets of bed linen. Karen had bled on Becky's sheets and 
it leaked through the mattress pad. How rude was that? 
Catherine like every other girl had accidents 
occasionally, but she never let it go without cleaning 
it up. This had been there for days. Catherine doubted 
it would come out of the mattress pad. 

When the laundry was on the line she went home to the 
ranch and exercised the stallion, helped her dad around 
the house to be with him. They had a nice lunch, 
compliments of Lupe and She came back in time for the 
afternoon milking and finished putting away the 
laundry. She also made up the beds in Becky's room and 
in Bonnie's room. Bugs was sleeping in the kitchen 
ignoring her. She was just starting to curl up on the 
couch with her book when the phone rang. 

"Hello Becky." Who else would it have been. They 
chatted for a time about the trip and about the farm. 
Catherine brought up about the diminishing milk. That 
brought up breeding season so they tip toed around what 
they both wanted to talk about. Finally the mundane 
subjects had been completely covered. 

"It doesn't look good Catherine. Tom is insistent on 
staying here. Now he wants to keep Bonnie here to go to 
school at the same private school that Karen goes to. I 
can't argue too much with that because a diploma from 
that school and good grades will get Bonnie into the 
college she wants to go to. Good grades weren't enough 
to get into this school. 

"I feel like I am losing this one Catherine, I don't 
know what to do." 

"I definitely don't want to move here. That would be 
hell for me. We met with Tom's aunts and uncles about 
the business and his aunt made it clear that they 
didn't want me around. I am not feeling loved right 
now." 

"Becky, you know that I miss you and if you moved I 
would be lost with out you. Don't rush to make a 
decision about anything. Come back here and think about 
it for a while, then when you have your emotions under 
control then make a decision." Catherine felt bad for 
Becky. Her life was turning upside-down and there was 
nothing she could do to help. She tried to calm her 
friend and let her know that she wasn't alone. 

"Thank you Catherine, I knew you would have good advise 
about this. I will come home and think about it. Maybe 
the separation will give both Tom and myself time to 
think this out. Thanks for everything honey, I will see 
you soon." 

Catherine said goodnight and hung up the phone. What is 
she going to do to help Becky? Becky could light up a 
room by just smiling. She hadn't smiled in a long 
while.

Monday night around eight o'clock Catherine heard the 
car drive in. She wanted to be here when Becky drove in 
so the house would not be empty. Catherine had made 
dinner. One thing she had learned from Lupe was how to 
cook. She had a knack for it. Dinner was a chicken with 
dumplings. Becky liked dumplings, so Catherine made 
some up. Catherine always had good luck with dumplings 
and there were fresh vegetables from Becky's garden 
cooking with it. It was done at around 7:30 but it 
would still be warm. 

Catherine went out to the garage to help Becky with her 
bags. She had come home alone. That meant that Bonnie 
would be going to the private school. She hugged Becky 
and told her to go into the house, she would get the 
car unloaded. 

The table had been set for two and the cooked chicken 
was setting on the counter. Becky was relieved that she 
was home and this comfort food just what she needed. 
Catherine put her bag in her room. She prepared Becky a 
plate of dinner. She could tell by looking at her that 
the woman was exhausted. Becky never looked her age, 
she was always happy and smiling. This was really 
bringing her down. After dinner Catherine cleared the 
table while they chatted, then went into the bathroom 
and drew a hot bath for her friend. "OK, Becky, you can 
soak off the road grime while I do the dishes and 
unpack your bag. She put some of Bonnie's bubble bath 
into the water to make it nice to sit in.

She got the kitchen cleaned, and separated the items in 
her bag. The make-up went into her bathroom, and the 
laundry went down stairs. She went into the bathroom 
and reached into the tub to feel the water. It was 
cooling, so she turned on the hot water again to heat 
it up. Becky had not been in there long enough. 

Catherine reached in and grabbed Becky's foot and 
trimmed her nails, both feet. Catherine had noticed 
that her toenails needed work when she got out of the 
car. She already decided what color to use. She grabbed 
the sponge and scrubbed her back. She held a towel for 
Becky and helped to dry her. She could feel knots in 
Becky's neck and in her calves. She walked the 
exhausted woman into her room. Grabbed a bottle of body 
lotion and told her to lie on her stomach. 

Catherine rubbed the lotion into Becky. The woman was 
so tense from her problems and the awful ride. 
Catherine worked the knots from her feet. She worked 
her way up her legs to her thighs. Becky turned to 
jelly under Catherine's care. Her neck and shoulders 
came next. The tension gradually lost its grip on her 
body. Catherine ended up at her buttocks. Yes, there 
were knots there also. 

Becky had driven straight through without stopping to 
rest. The result was almost fourteen hours behind the 
wheel. Catherine worked the tension down asked Becky to 
roll over. She started at the bottom again and worked 
up to the top. Becky's legs were done and Catherine 
worked on her arms and shoulders. She did below the 
knee first then worked up the thigh in long hard 
strokes. 

Becky was relaxing for the first time in days. The hot 
meal in her stomach, the bubble bath, the pedicure and 
the massage. She didn't ever want it to end. As 
Catherine was stroking her thighs Becky opened her legs 
so her friend could reach where she needed to. She was 
relaxing after being neglected for so long. She 
couldn't remember the last time she had been treated 
this nicely, never mind been intimate with anyone. She 
wanted to reached down and directed her friend's hand 
to her sex. Catherine kissed Becky on her forehead, 
pulled up the covers and left her friend to sleep. 

Massaging the woman was the most erotic thing she had 
even done to another human. She had never done that 
before and was surprised at how it turned her on. Becky 
while not fat was large in the right places. Her hips 
were round and her boobs were very noticeable. As 
Catherine went down the stairs she could still feel the 
light brush of Becky's pubic hair on her fingertips. 
There really were knots on the tops of Becky's thigh 
muscles. They took a lot of rubbing and oil to get them 
to relax.

Catherine found that she was staying with a muscle 
until it was totally without hardness. The shoulders 
and neck were the worst, followed by the thighs. The 
inside of her thighs were without any knots or stress, 
but Catherine rubbed them for what was probably to 
long. Becky had spread her legs so she could get all 
the way to the tops so she obviously wanted the 
attention. Catherine had brushed her pubic hair a 
couple of times by accident, then she brushed the 
swollen outer lips of her vagina on purpose. 

Catherine remembered the scent she had picked up after 
Becky had rolled over on to her back. There was no 
mistake, the woman was hot. Catherine had started with 
her feet and worked her way up the legs until she got 
to the thighs again. Becky again spread her legs. 
Catherine again brushed her vagina, this time with 
purpose. No mistake, Becky had to know she had touched 
her intentionally. The scent by this time was filling 
the room. 

Catherine was kneeling between Becky's ankles and 
rubbing up her thighs, around her hips and up her 
sides. Her nose got very close to Becky's vagina. At 
one point Catherine actually blew a soft breath into 
Becky's neatly trimmed pubic hair. She then went up to 
work on Becky's shoulders, which were actually knotted. 
She finished it off with a temple massage. 

After the blanket was in place, the only thing that 
could be heard was the bleating of the goat. Catherine 
told her friend not to get out of bed until she heard 
her breakfast was getting cold. "Don't worry I will 
quiet the goat."

Becky hadn't felt this great in years. She could hardly 
move her hand down to her hot swollen vagina. She 
didn't take long to orgasm. She felt the heat rising 
and was soon panting. She didn't let up. Finally Becky 
felt her blood quicken and she started to quiver. The 
woman clenched her thighs capturing her hand She 
squeezed against it until the spasms stopped. The last 
thought on her mind before she drifted off into a deep 
sleep was how much she loved having Catherine around.

Catherine walked quietly down to the barn. She draped 
her dress over the fence and quieted the goat.

The next morning Catherine woke early. She got the 
milking done and went into the house and started coffee 
and breakfast. When she started the eggs she called up 
to Becky. 

Becky looked better when she woke than when she went to 
sleep. She slept hard and didn't toss and turn at all. 
The tub and massage just put her out. She was asleep 
before Catherine left the house. She felt guilty about 
what happened during the massage and she was going to 
talk with Catherine about it. She could smell the bacon 
cooking and the smell of the coffee was already having 
an effect.

She said good morning to Catherine and thanked her for 
the royal treatment. They ate quietly. Catherine got 
the polish out and finished her toes then did her 
fingernails. "Catherine, about last night." Becky 
started. "I may have unintentionally taken advantage of 
your good nature. I hope you don't think any less of me 
because of it." 

Catherine's reply came quickly. "I didn't notice 
anything, but I might have been a little enthusiastic 
with my massage. Sorry." Becky cover her young friends 
hand with her own. "I loved the massage you gave me. I 
didn't want it to end." 

Catherine got the unspoken message. "You needed it and 
I did it for you. I would do it again if you asked or 
maybe if you didn't ask. I am getting to know your 
moods you know." Becky had to smile at that. She 
couldn't argue with the girl. She was right. Catherine 
continued. "If I needed help with anything you would 
help me as much as you could. I just did the same for 
you. Now you have paper work to catch up on, I am going 
to head up to the brook, then I am going to head home. 
I have a stallion waiting for me and he get jealous 
when I am late."

Catherine headed up the hill towards the brook with 
Bugs on her heels. Becky watched the girl hike up the 
hill. Their relationship had changed and Becky felt it 
was about time it happened. All of the thoughts that 
ran through Becky's mind, the one that was foremost was 
that the girl was a natural seductress. Becky knew she 
would never be able to say no to her. 

Catherine was older now than Becky was when she had her 
first sexual contact. Becky decided that if something 
happened between the two of them she would let it 
happen. Never again would she look at Catherine as a 
young girl. Now she looked at her through a lover's 
eye. When they were together again Becky would not be a 
passive participant.    

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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