But the first animal lapped her hair up as he stroked his tongue over the girl's tit again. He began chewing the mouthful of hair. Dawn groaned in exasperation and tugged her hair from the goat's mouth. Again it stuck to her chest, but this time she quickly flipped it over her shoulder to safety. Her face was still hidden behind her loose hair, but not so much now.
Another goat stepped through the underbrush and started walking toward the girl. Dawn almost started laughing.
Good God, she thought, what the hell's going on here? Where did all these goats come from?
The only place she knew that had so many goats was across the meadow, but there were two sturdy barbed-wire fences between here and there.
Then it struck her. What if the goats had been herded here? What if the man who owned the animals was lurking out there in the bushes, watching his big old billygoats make love to a little girl?
The third goat stopped at Dawn's bound foot. Dawn's foot jumped and jerked and pulled wildly in the tight binding of her knee sock as the goat licked the sensitive bottom. She wiggled her toes, but it did no good. The goat's tongue was really torturing her, tickling her foot so badly that she knew she couldn't take much more.
The goat began sucking her toes. It worked its teeth down over her toes and closed its lips around them, and sucked. It sucked hard, cleaning her toes of salty moisture.
But Dawn was going crazy with the sensations that coursed through her young body. She couldn't stand it. Her tits were on fire, her nipples searing points of flame. And the undersides of her tits felt as though they were being rubbed raw by wet sandpaper. The goat near her head was trying to thrust his big tongue into her ear, slobbering all over her neck and shoulder. And the animal at her foot was killing her, sucking her delicate little toes and licking the bottom of her bare foot with its rough tongue.
It was hell. But it was a burning hell of wild pleasure. Dawn had never before experienced such insane sensations, never dreamed of feeling such wonderful things. Her whole body was quivering in a frenzy of overpowering need, urgent lust. She felt her ass cheeks tighten and lift her off the ground, using her bound ankles for support. Behind the tree, her bound hands clawed the dirt, pulled at the long grass blades, worked madly in the tight cord of the little boy's rope.
She was shaking hard, her whole body jolting and jerking with the pleasure of the goats' tongues.
And, suddenly, it happened.
She rose up high and hard against the binding socks and cord and locked her body into a tight position, her chin ground into her chest, and her thighs tensed and trembling.
And she came.
She came hard and long, gushing her virgin fuck juices into her tight white cotton panties. Her climax made her body jerk all over, jump violently in her bondage, bumping and humping against the snouts of the startled goats.
The animals backed away from the girl's shaking body, eyed her cautiously.
Dawn shut her eyes tight and let the feelings flow. She humped the air, her thighs jumping, her feet bouncing, her cute toes curled hard.
Her cunt channel flooded with her young come, and the sweet fuck fluid squirted out of her tight pussy slit, wetting the taut crotch of her panties thoroughly. She panted and snorted loudly, moaning with intense pleasure, her mind a fog of virginal lust.
Her ass bounced against the ground, her tight hard ass cheeks quivering to keep her up. She fucked the air. Her cunt walls spasmed hard and spewed her come from her pussy hole, trembled and shuddered as the entire length of her cunt clutched at a cock that wasn't there.
The spasms racked her body. She gulped saliva, chewed the stone in her mouth, cried out in shrill squeaks of pure pleasure.
Her climax was hard and hot. Her nipples strained to the limit, filling her mind with the image of a suddenly bursting tomato. Her cunt pulsed and throbbed and thrummed with electric pleasure. Fuck juice gushed from her pussy, the sticky fuck fluid smearing the crotch of her tight panties.
Slowly, her spasms subsided. She came back to earth. Her ass settled slowly to the ground, and her straining thighs relaxed a little bit. Her tummy quivered and felt hard and knotted. Her tits felt heavy, and her nipples grew quickly soft, as though they'd been punctured and the air had blown away. Slowly, she lifted her head until she was pressing it back against the trunk of the tree.
She let go of the clumps of grass she had pulled from the ground.
She sighed, a long and heavy sigh.
She opened her eyes.
The goats were looking at her, heads cocked. She moaned, and snorted a little laugh.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, what's happening to me? Dawn sighed again, softly and with great pleasure. She had never felt such a good come. All those times she'd used her fingers, massaging that little button of pleasure between her pussy lips, had been nothing compared to this.
Good God.
Goats.
She'd gotten off on goats' tongues. And they hadn't gotten anywhere near her pussy. She concentrated on her cunt mound now, and felt the gooey fuck juices cooling on her skin, drying in the soft downy curls of blonde cunt hair that lightly covered her pussy lips.
Her panties were soaked with her come. They were sticking to her cunt mound. She felt a trickle of warm goo slide down between her ass cheeks, coating her tight little puckered asshole.
It felt good.
If she were only untied, she would stretch and roll over onto her bare tummy on the cool grass and go to sleep. She felt so completely relaxed. Even the tension in her thighs seemed easy, familiar, almost comfortable.
The sunlight on her bare tits felt good, too. She shook her head sharply, trying to toss the cloud of hair out of her face. It didn't work. And she was still tightly tied to the trees.
One of the goats moved toward her. He lowered his head and sniffed loudly. He stretched out his neck and gave Dawn's bare foot a swipe with his tongue. Her foot jerked hard, and she tensed at the thought of having her foot sucked again.
But the goat wasn't interested in her foot. He shook his head hard, snorted, backed away a bit, then lowered his head almost to the ground.
He sniffed again.
Oh oh, Dawn thought, watching the animal closely. She squirmed, shifting her ass cheeks on the ground. She had no way to protect her cunt if the goat decided he wanted a taste of fresh young pussy juice.
The goat stepped forward, up between Dawn's widespread legs. She tightened her thighs. He was coming for her pussy. His head moved slowly from side to side, searching for the source of that mind-blowing smell.
Dawn whined, gurgling on the spit that filled her throat. She gagged as she gulped the saliva down, and her teeth ground against the stone in her mouth. She forced her mouth wide open again.
The goat kept coming. The other animals were sniffing the air now, too. Suddenly, the one that had been nibbling Dawn's neck stepped over her leg and shouldered the other goat aside. The goat tripped, stepped directly onto Dawn's tightly stretched thigh. His weight on top of his sharp foot sent a jolt of stunning pain ripping through the girl's loins.
Dawn screamed, shrieked around the gagging stone and scarf, blasted saliva into the curtain of blonde hair covering her face. Her shriek startled the goats. The foot on her thigh gouged into her flesh as the animal leaped away. The pain was like a searing knife of steel slicing through her flesh.
The goat darted into the underbrush. Trembling, Dawn looked down at her thigh. A bright red welt was rising up on her skin, but there was no blood.