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The Lost Goat

I was out in my garden fueling my tractor, when a small white animal caught my eye. There was a small goat wandering around my fence row. As I finished pouring five gallons of liquid gold into my tractor fuel tank, the young goat wandered even closer to me. As I stepped down from my tractor, the small goat saw me and came running toward me. I thought that this little guy must be someone’s pet. When it got within arm’s reach, I scooped him up and placed him in one of my small pens. I figured someone would come around looking for their goat sooner or later.

I climbed aboard my tractor and began turning the earth for my Autumn garden. I had made three passes, when a young boy appeared at my garden’s edge. I stopped and turned off the tractor. I said, ”Let me guess, You are looking for a little Billy Goat.” The young boy shook his head. I told him that I had put his goat in a pen and I took him to see his goat. And then, a woman walked into view. She looked to be late thirties. She was pretty in the face, but a bit chubby and frumpy. The woman was barefooted and wearing a threadbare cotton dress. I could easily see her panties through the worn fabric. I could also see a massive pair of breasts hanging about mid-abdomen on this country woman. She introduced herself as Maggie. She said she lived over on the next road. She told me her son’s goat had escaped the barn last night and he was heartbroken. I pointed at the pen and told her I had caught the goat earlier. Maggie said they were on foot and she would go back home and get her truck and a small cage.

Maggie was a talker. Before she and her boy walked away, I had already learned that she was recently divorced, she had got her little farm in the divorce settlement. The boy’s name is Josh. Josh’s daddy is an asshole. She doesn’t know anything about running a farm. I shook my head a lot! I watched Maggie walk away. Something compelled me to stare at her printed granny panties through her worn dress. I thought, chunky but not grossly obese….Bet she can cook! I got back to work, but I couldn’t get Maggie off my mind. Here I am, a married man in my 50’s looking at this young chubby woman like I would do anything, anyway. I shook my head as if to shake these thoughts out of my brain. I went back to plowing.

About an hour later, Maggie pulled up in a beat up old pick up truck. She was alone. I shutdown the tractor and walked toward her. “Where’s Little Josh?” I asked. Maggie said her father had stopped by and took Josh with him to TSC and promised to buy the goat a collar. Maggie stepped right up to me in my personal zone. I am not used to being so close to anybody. She reached out with the intention of hugging me while mouthing, “Thank you.” I opened my arms and accepted her hug. Her enormous breasts pressed against my belly. I reached around her and hugged her tight. It seemed like she wanted to stay there in the embrace and she lay her head on my shoulder. And then I heard her sobbing. Her voice cracked as she spoke to me. “I don’t know what to do. I am scared of being alone.” I held her tighter and kissed her on the top of her head. Maggie looked up at my face and kissed me on the chin. Somewhere in this being supportive of a woman in her anxieties, my cock woke up. I couldn’t keep her from feeling my hardness against her belly. As frumpy as Maggie appeared, she smelled freshly of flowers. I didn’t plan or even think of making another move, but I reacted. I looked down at her tear covered eyes and I leaned over and kissed her on her lips. Our lip kissing turned rather quickly into full out tongue wrestling. When I felt Maggie's hand on my cock, my brain said, “Full ahead!” At some point, I liberated Maggie’s dress by releasing the three buttons on the back of her neck. Her breasts hung like melons. Her areolas were like pink sunflowers with gumdrop nipples. I raised one of her breasts to my lips and began to suckle. The next realization was that we had fallen to the ground and I had lost my clothes. Maggie sat on her knees between my knees and lowered her mouth onto my throbbing cock. Maggie’s talent caused me to pull her face off my cock as I was about to explode! I wiggled her out of her granny panties. I was excited to see a full patch of auburn pubic hair. I lay Maggie on her back and went on an exploration between her thighs. There amongst her nest of pubic fur, I found two pink oysters to either side of a glistening pink vagina. My nose and my tongue were drawn to her musky womanhood. What a beautiful fragrance! My tongue stretched full length to secure the taste in the deepest walls of her well. I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid up her body like a serpent and pressed my cock inside the entrance to her pink cavern. Her pussy was so tight! It squeezed my cock with each of my thrusts. We made love for nearly a half hour and I could not hold my orgasm back any longer. I lost my breath as the throws of orgasm washed through me. I felt completely drained and weak as the last barrage of cum hurled out of my cock. We lay in the afterglow on the ground.

My body clock alerted me that I needed to check the time. My wife works at a little dress shop in town and will be coming home soon. Maggie and I became distracted by our sexual attraction and we began kissing again. But then a haggard old male voice broke our serenity. It was Maggie’s dad. He stood a few feet away. “Maggie! Get dressed and get your ass home. You already have one fatherless child. You want another? And Ben! What would your wife say?” I grabbed my clothes and tried to cover myself at the same time. Maggie’s dad turned and walked away. Maggie whispered, “I will see you soon!” I nodded. Off she went with her see through cotton dress in place and her panties and little Billy goat in hand.

A few days later, there was a knock at my door early in the morning. I opened the door to find Maggie standing on my porch. I opened the door and gave her a hug. She said she waited for my wife’s car to pass her house before she sneaked off. I pulled her inside and closed the door. She said she only had a few minutes as she was supposed to be feeding chickens. We wasted no time stripping and throwing her down on my bed. We fucked like rabbits and dressed like quick change artist. I kissed her hard and out the door she went.

My wife returned home later that afternoon. She walked back to the bedroom to change clothes. I heard my name yelled out, “Ben, Come here!” “Ben, it smells of sex in here. I heard rumors in town of you and that divorced woman on the other road sexing it up, but I didn’t believe them until now.” “I know you don’t love her, I know you are a dirty old man, getting your rocks off on that young thing!” “Frankly, I don’t care! We don’t have sex much anymore, anyway. Just don’t embarrass me in this town! And….Remember this! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!” That last zinger really hit me in the heart. I had never thought of my wife of 35 years cheating on me.

My wife’s angry tongue lashing stayed on my mind all the next day. I wondered if she had taken her sex on the road. I met my old friend, Tom at the diner. Of course, Tom had heard about me and Maggie and begged to hear every detail, so we moved to a corner table where I could tell him about every minute of it in private. Our orders arrived and our chatting subdued while we ate. During an after meal coffee, I asked Tom if he had heard anything about my wife fucking around. Tom’s color ran out of his face, He looked so uncomfortable! He stammered, ”Lucy? Naw, not Lucy!” Now, I am not a PHD, but I acknowledge that there was something curious about his reaction. Later that day, I met Maggie at my barn and we had a wonderful time in the loft, fucking on the hay bales. Afterward, I told her that I suspected my wife was having an affair. Maggie’s eyes turned away, but she said nothing. I could tell she knew more than she was willing to speak about. I asked Maggie to open up. Maggie slowly responded. “Weeell, I heard my dad say something while he was ranting and raving about you!” I asked, ”Tell me.” Maggie continued, “Dad said that Lucy was a pass around whore!” “He said I was liable to catch a STD fooling with you!” I was shocked.

When Maggie left, I called Tom. I asked Tom to meet me at my house. He reluctantly agreed and arrived about thirty minutes later. I reopened our earlier conversation. I told him what Maggie’s dad had said. Tom took a long deep breath. Tom answered, ”Well, Ben, Lucy is a beautiful woman. She gets a lot of attention. She is always made up properly, she dresses like a celebrity, and she’s got that seductive southern drawl. Men come on to her. She’s been known to let the guys have a little fun from time to time.” I asked, “When?” Tom said, “Ben she doesn't work a 10 hour day. She and the other town ladies meet for breakfast, lunch, and even a cocktail after work sometimes.” I asked, “A cocktail? Where?” Tom said, “They hit the Red Rabbit Bar about three afternoons per week.” Then I asked the big question. “Tom, how many times have you been with Lucy?” “Aw, Ben, I have danced with her a few times. I felt her titties once. She slapped me for that one, but kissed me and made it better. I, we, got a bit lit once, and I mean once….and we may have had sex in my truck…ok, that’s everything!” Tom told me to go see for myself. I told him I guess I just might! I asked Tom to take me to the Red Rabbit. I told him his drinks were on me.

Tom and I headed for the county line to the Red Rabbit Bar. It was a dimly lit windowless metal building. Tom directed me to a dark corner booth. We sat down. Tom pointed at the back corner. It wasn’t lit at all. Tom said that’s where all the funny business happens. Tom and I sat there in the corner sipping draft beer. At around three pm, the bar filled up fast. It was a Friday and it seemed everyone was ready to let their hair down. Tom pointed at the bar. There was Lucy. She was dressed in a strapless short black dress with 6 inch heels. I told Tom that I had never seen her dressed that way. I watched as Lucy was offered drinks and given loads of attention. One young cowboy in particular, stood close to Lucy and rubbed her back. A slow country song played across the PA speakers. The cowboy escorted Lucy around the bar to the dark section of the saloon. Lucy dr*ped her arms around the cowboy as he pulled her close and grinded her hips. They danced in the transition between the light and darkness. The young man’s hands wandered as they danced. Lucy’s dress was hiked up, revealing her bare pantyless bottom. During one spin, I saw Lucy’s breasts had been freed of their coverings as the strapless top had been lowered below her breasts. Lucy bent backwards, allowing the cowboy to plant his face into her breasts. Lucy’s breasts glistened with sweat as she continued to sway with the music. The cowboy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was large and hard as a rock. Lucy bent forward and dropped to her knees. She took the whole cock into her mouth and began sucking. Tom excused himself and left me in the corner booth. Tom found another willing woman at the bar and took her to the dark area. Tom wasted no time. That girl was stripped naked in minutes and Tom was fucking her on a booth table. Lucy, meanwhile, had attracted a group of young men. She lost her dress completely. The herd of dancers slowly migrated into the darkness. I wanted to see, so I got up and walked into the dark area. I could make out shapes and hear voices, but it was very dark. I heard Lucy’s voice. She was lying on a booth table naked. I watched as each of the guys took turns fucking her or sticking their cocks in her mouth. Her bottom barely hung over the edge of the table top. At one point I was shocked to see Tom taking a turn. This was all too much, but I got so hot and horny, I pulled my cock out of my jeans and got in line. I made it to the front of the line and stuck my cock into Lucy’s pussy. It was full of cum and the floor was slick with man goo. It was hard to stand and fuck without slipping down Lucy was sucking the cum out of her current oral partner while I fucked her gooey hole. I was so horny, I came in seconds. I put my cock away and found Tom back at our booth. I asked Tom to take me home.

We walked out. When the door opened it was like a blinding light of sunshine. We drove home without talking. As we passed Maggie's house, I asked Tom to turn in the driveway. He tooted the horn. Maggie ran out to the truck. I invited her in. She willingly jumped in and we drove to my house. Maggie was hot to fuck. We barely made it inside before she had stripped naked. Tom and I followed suit. I gave Tom the first shot at pleasing Maggie. Tom was attracted like a magnet to Maggie’s beautiful musty pink pussy. Tom slurped aloud on her juicy hole. I approached Maggie’s pretty plump lips and enjoyed her exploring tongue across my shaft. Tom moved forward and found the slick tightness of Maggie’s pussy. Tom exclaimed, “Oh My God, What a tight pussy!” It was about then that I felt another presence in the bedroom. Lucy stood at the foot of the bed smiling. She said, “Hi guys!” and asked when she could join in. I answered, ”Tom and I have already fucked you this evening at the Red Rabbit!” Lucy blushed, “So we are all whores!” Lucy said she was going to mix a drink and asked if we wanted anything. We all ordered beers. When Lucy returned, I was fucking Maggie. It felt really strange to have Lucy watch so intently as I fucked my young partner. When the excitement overwhelmed me, I launched my cum inside Maggie and rolled off to the side. I was shocked to see Lucy take my place. Lucy lay between Maggie’s thighs and drank all of my cum out of her pretty pink cup. Tom had a big grin on his face as he slid in behind Lucy. He said,” Hey Ben, Watch me fuck your wife.” I quipped, “You and every guy in town!” Lucy giggled as she continued to enjoy Maggie’s pretty vagina. I latched onto one of Maggie’s nipples and nursed myself into a calm place. We drank and fucked all night. The next morning, there was a knock at the door. It was Maggie’s dad. He pushed his way in as I opened the door. He headed down the hall like he knew the way. He stepped into the bedroom where Maggie, Lucy, and Tom lay tangled in the sheets. Lucy rolled over and looked up. “Hi Luther!” The old man blushed. He called for Maggie, but she was still dozing. Lucy got up and took Luther by the arm and escorted him down the hallway to the kitchen. I heard her say, ”Let me make you a cup of coffee, Luther!”

I stayed in the bedroom to avoid any further confrontation, but after 30 minutes or so, I was curious what happened to Luther. Maggie was awake by then as well. I took her by the hand and we walked to the kitchen. There Lucy leaned naked over the sink with Luther behind her with his old cock sticking out of his overalls. He was plowing away as Maggie and I looked on. The old man grunted and pulled his cock out of Lucy. Two thin streams of cum dripped out of his old cock. He put his dick away and said, “ How about that cup of coffee, Lucy?”

After that day, Lucy and I visit the Red Rabbit together every week. Maggie is a frequent visitor in our home. Tom won’t leave Lucy and Maggie alone! And Luther waves at me every time we pass his house.

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