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\par }\pard \qr \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\fs20 \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab Old Macdonald\rquote s Farm Summer Camp
\par Saturday, June 24,
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\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par They say we should write straight away to show you that we have arrived safely.
\par 
\par We arrived about ten o\rquote clock this morning, 4 bus loads of us. We helped ourselves to cookies and things and began to explore the place while everyone went through the medical check Mom said that they w
ould start with. That ran through lunch which we ate from boxes sitting under the pine trees. It is a great site here. The camp has the whole of a headland sticking out into the lake. It is all pine trees and clearings. First thing after lunch, we were to
ld which groups we are in. I am green girls, Johnny is red boys. And which animals we are with to start with. That decides where you live. This week green girls are in the Goat Pen. Red boys are in the Pony Pasture. We almost all sleep in tents.
\par 
\par Before we went to put our clothes in the tents, Mr MacDonald (that\rquote 
s what we call the camp leader) made a speech. First he said that we were here to learn to get really close to the animals, to understand something of what it feels like to be an animal, and how the animals feel. If anyone didn\rquote 
t want to feel like an animal, now was the time to say so and go home. Nobody wanted to go home. Then he said that we were going to get a lot of real enjoyment out of it, and some great fun. What we learn this summer will stay 
with us for the rest of our lives, but we are going to like remembering it. He then made us sing Old MacDonald Had a Farm making the noise of whatever animal we were this week. We were a bit vague about goats so we made it loud. After that he said that as
 the summer went on we would get all the animal noises right, just from living with the animals. Today we could not even bark right!
\par 
\par Then we went off to our tents. They are nice and dry and we will be warm enough Mom. Sally nanny goat - that is what we cal
l our counsellor for this week - showed us our Pen and we met  - and smelt - the billy goat. He is called Clovis. The gate is closed between our half of the Goat Pen and the boy\rquote s half. Clovis lives in our half.
\par 
\par Sally says to get these letters off. (Johnny said would I write for him; you know what he is like about writing letters). Then she is going to do a demonstration for us and show us some videos. Hurrah! Our tent has TV.
\par 
\par \tab \tab \tab Your dutiful daughter,
\par 
\par \tab \tab \tab Susan.
\par 
\par 
\par }\pard \qr \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\fs20 \page \tab \tab \tab \tab \tab Old Macdonald\rquote s Farm Summer Camp
\par Saturday, July 1
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\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par The end of our first week here. I see what Mr MacDonald meant about lots of real enjoyment and really getting close to the animals. I\rquote ve told Johnny he must write for himself because I can\rquote t tell you much about his week.
\par 
\par After Sally nanny goat came back from getting our letters off last Saturday, she told us to watch carefully. Then she bent down and began to rub her head against Clovis head and neck, and to stroke him. After a minute I saw that she was flirting with him
 or giving him a come on. After a couple of minutes more we could see from the way he began to move against Sally and the way his penis began to stick out that he was responding. Sally then began to take her clothes off as she went on flirting with him. I
t
 turned out she was only wearing a loose top, shorts and panties. When she had them off, she was rubbing her breasts on his back and his neck. Then she went on her hands sniffing round his backside and leaning under to give first his testicles and then hi
s
 penis a couple of licks. He was sniffing her vagina by now and after she licked him, he gave her snatch a whole series of slurping licks. After a bit more playing around she lead him off to a low stand, keeping her knees bent and flirting her behind at h
i
m. She got her knees into two padded hollows on the stand and took hold of two handles. He sniffed her again, gave her vagina another lick and reared up with his feet coming down on her back. We saw then that he was wearing soft shoes on his front feet. H
e began pushing with his penis to find her hole, and she reached back to guide him in. She must have been really ready for it because it seemed very quick after he had started moving in and out (maybe it wasn\rquote 
t so quick, all of us where pushing and shoving 
to get a better view) when she began to gasp and moan and make goat noises. She cried out and shuddered and shuddered suddenly, then seemed to relax a bit and respond to his thrusting differently. But she got excited again as he moved faster. When he spur
ted - we could see it on her vagina lips, and smell it  - she did a little shudder all over and got a wonderful silly smile all over her face.
\par 
\par When Clovis got off her back, she switched the videos on straight away. It was goats mating, and she told us to watch particularly how the nanny goats set about it.
\par 
\par As soon as the videos finished she sent three of us - I didn\rquote t volunteer, I was pushed - off to get our suppers from the cookhouse. We are to eat all our meals in the Goat Pen for the rest of the week. O
ver supper she at last answered some of our questions. Yes she certainly had enjoyed it, as she always did with Clovis. Certainly we would each have a chance to do it with Clovis - over the next three days. We would all have to watch how each one did it a
n
d get ideas from one another. We had already seen how she could not do some of the things to excite a billy goat that the nanny goats did in the videos. We had to find other things to do instead which would really excite him. But not so that he got too ex
cited and came (spurted I think she meant) before we had enjoyed him.
\par 
\par After supper, Sally asked for a volunteer to fuck - that was her word - with Clovis straight away. Half the girls\rquote  hands went up, but not mine. I wanted time to think how to do it. Sally
 chose Polly, probably because anyone could see that there was already a wet patch on Polly\rquote s crotch. Even so, she insisted on putting some artificial lubricant on or in Polly\rquote 
s vag, and some on Clovis prick. Sally says that all girls who really enjoy sex get a sore cunt sometimes from too dry or too much, but there is no sense in accepting a sore cunt (her word Mom) when you can avoid it. Polly was a bit clumsy, and she didn
\rquote t have a climax like Sally, but it was obvious she was enjoying it. I think Clovis spurted before she really wanted him to.
\par 
\par When we woke up in the morning, Sally took us swimming before breakfast. I compared notes with two girls from the Cow Pasture. One of them was wearing little cow horns on her head. She had been the volunteer who h
ad had the bull last night. He is a very small bull, but she says she is glad she doesn\rquote t have a small vagina, and it was really great.
\par \page 
\par Immediately after breakfast, Jenny did her demonstration with Clovis. He was a bit slower this time and she did get a climax. We all clapped. Then Sally nanny goat solemnly fitted nanny goat horns on Polly\rquote s and Jenny\rquote 
s heads. She apologised to Polly for not giving her hers last night, but she had not been able to find them. She warned us that we have to wear the horns al
l the time we are nanny goats, even when we wash our hair. And to keep them carefully because they would be ours when we went home.
\par 
\par Mary had Clovis also before lunch ( or is it Clovis had Mary? I think I am just beginning to see this from the goat\rquote s viewpoint). We all liked her idea of rolling on her back to get a good comfortable lick - she took a suck too - of Clovis\rquote 
 prick (Sally\rquote s word). After lunch, all the girls who were interested went out canoeing. I helped rescue one of the ones who upset themselves.
\par 
\par It was Maria\rquote 
s turn with Clovis before supper. After supper Sally held what turned out to be quite a long discussion about what we had learnt and were learning. I slept like a log although I wanted to stray awake planning for how I would manage Clovis
 when it was my turn before lunch.
\par 
\par Sally remarked that my vag (cunt she said) was rather tight as she was lubricating it before I went on. I just grinned and said slap plenty of that on top and shove the same again inside and we would manage. I spent a lo
ng time exciting Clovis and myself. Suddenly I felt he was dragging me by the hair towards the stand. It seemed that Clovis was managing me, not me Clovis. He let my hair go as I got onto the stand. He reared up at once, and I found I liked the slap of hi
s
 soft shoes coming down on my back. I stated to ease his cock (another Sally word) in but left him to it when I found it was slipping in fairly easily. It was a really great feeling as he began to go in and out. I think he thought so too because he let ou
t
 a kind of bray. It got a bit uncomfortable, and I worked out that he was probably hitting the top of my vagina. So I wriggled my arse (Sally word) and tightened my vagina muscles a bit so he would not go quite so deep. That made him spurt. The feeling wa
s wonderful as that hot stuff flooded in. When I stood up rather shaky afterwards, the sticky was all down my leg with a bit going into my left shoe.
\par 
\par After Sally had given me my horns, I told her privately that Clovis was the first male I had had inside me. When she said but I wasn\rquote 
t a virgin, I told her of the little vibrator Mom gave me to prepare for this Camp. She kept getting the giggles after that at the idea of someone losing her virginity to a little vibrator and a goat, but I remembered Mom\rquote s phrase and said \'93Don
\rquote t knock it if you haven\rquote t tried it.\'94
\par 
\par The next day was windy, and we went for a run instead of canoeing.  Clovis had Jean and Chris and Ann, in that order, so that by the end of the day we all had our horns. At the end of our after supper d
iscussion, Sally told us that tomorrow and for the rest of the week the gate to the boys half of the goat pen would be open. During the next three and a half days each of us would be expected to mate, goat fashion, with all the boys wearing billy goat hor
ns. She gave us notebooks and dictated to us the list of the boys. The boys would have notebooks too, and we would have to initial each others\rquote  books after mating in order to get our goat trophies. And yes, Joe billy goat, the boy\rquote 
s counsellor was on the list. And yes, we could mate with Clovis too if we could find the time and energy. Jenny whispered to me that she would. Clovis prick was the nearest thing to Paradise she had encountered.
\par 
\par I suggested that instead of going swimming before breakfast, we shou
ld just park ourselves about the Pen being playful nanny goats. We did, and we all got covered. The boy who did me was a bit clumsy and a bit too quick, but having a real boy mount me and come in me was great. I baaed and wriggled my behind at him when he
 took his forefeet (I know it was hands but it felt like forefeet) off my back. We all had a terrific appetite for breakfast.
\par \page 
\par The remainder of Wednesday with Thursday and Friday were full of sex and signing off our lists and taking a bit of other exercise
 and talking with the boys about the how they got on mounting the nanny goat and how we were like her to fuck (Sally question and Sally word) and not like her, and meeting the nanny goat, and always being hungry despite eating mountains. Joe billy goat ga
ve me my first climax (Wow Mom! Orgasms really are something else. I never imagined anything like them. I know you tried to tell me, but feeling your body let go is something different.) Four of the other boys managed it too!  
\par 
\par Jenny managed to get Clovis three times while all this was going on, so she still had two boy goats to get signed off on Saturday morning. That gave me my chance at Clovis. I\rquote m sure my vag has stretched or adapted. He didn\rquote 
t hit the top at all this time. We got really in the swing of it and my orgasm came while Clovis was having his. That was the moment when I really felt that I was more than half a very happy nanny goat.
\par 
\par This afternoon it is all change. Green girls are going to be pigs next week, and we have to make sure that the Pen is in perfect order and transfer all our things to the Pig Styes.
\par 
\par \tab \tab Your goaty daughter (I\rquote ve carefully not washed Clovis\rquote  smell off), who is quite looking forward to being a sybaritic sow (I wonder what that will smell like?)
\par 
\par 
\par 
\par \tab \tab Susan.
\par 
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\par Saturday, July 8,
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\par 
\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par I saw Johnny on Tuesday (The Fourth of July). I guess he did not tell you much when he wrote last week. From what he was saying when I saw him he fancies himself as a stallion after a week in the Pony Paddock. But you know Johnny doesn\rquote 
t go a bang on understatement. Actually, one of last weeks pony girls did tell me that she got a zing on with him.
\par 
\par It turns out that the way sows get sexy is mostly standing still and radiating it at the boar once she has got a sniff of the special cologne all boars are issued with at puberty. My nose couldn\rquote 
t pick up the scent, but there is a technique for radiating it while you stand still. I still don\rquote t know how sows really do it, but by the end of the week 
some of the boar boys were certainly getting my message. I had my sheet all signed up by Friday evening, and got three extra signatures in the second column by close of play at lunchtime today.
\par 
\par The boar himself (known as Porker) is a bit boring. Sorry abo
ut that, I did not mean to do a pun. He has a solider penis than Clovis, but not half the activity. Any way, Mary sow who is our counsellor this week gets a kick out of him; and so does Karen. Karen is the skinniest thing and no taller than me though she 
i
s a year older. Several of us had to stop a giggle when she was the only volunteer for a first go with Porker. I was a bit scared when Porker swung up on the mating stand and began to poke into her. But she took him easily, and came twice while he was por
king her. (Its no use trying not to say \'93porking\'94, you can\rquote 
t help it with Porker.) Only one of the other girls actually had an orgasm with Porker (more of that later). Even so Chuck boar gave me a good orgasm, and the greatest yet second time round this morning. Two other of the boar boys didn\rquote 
t do badly with me, but on the whole the other girls got more out of them than I did.
\par 
\par The Fourth of July was on Tuesday. We all had lunch together on the Counsel Field - that is a sort of natural amphitheatre, or part
 way towards one, at the end of the headland. After lunch we sang songs and had swimming competitions. I came second in the backstroke. Finally Mr MacDonald made a speech. Jenny had to pinch me part way through to wake me up, but so far as I can recall he
 
talked about a stronger, better, more understanding America, about real caring being nothing to do with pity and compassion. What is needed is a real jolt of fellow feeling. And so on. Then there was prize-giving for the swimming, and finally each Counsel
lor took away a big rocket to let off after sundown. The last girl or boy in each group was due to have his or her first go with this week\rquote 
s animal that evening.  The Counsellors were told to let off the rocket when their boy or girl actually came with the 
animal. Mary sow had a problem. We had discovered on Monday that Porker was good for five goes a day. We had all done it with him by Tuesday morning, and Karen had had a second go before lunch. She was the only one who managed an orgasm with Porker at tha
t stage, and she twisted a muscle in the swimming. Finally, we made Chris \'93volunteer\'94
, on condition we helped all we could. In the end Polly lay under her tummy when she went to the stand with Porker. While Porker porked Chris, Polly tickled and licked her 
clit and Maria and Ann stroked and kissed her breasts. When she came, just before Porker did, her mouth had come down on Polly\rquote s clit. An orgasm actually hit Polly at the same time as Porker spurted. By then our rocket had gone off.
\par 
\par Our rocket wasn\rquote t the last by some way. The boy who was shagging the ewe (everybody says \'93shagging\rquote  when it is sheep) went on and on while she sounded more and more excited. We all cheered when he finally climaxed and the rams\rquote 
 rocket went off.
\par \page 
\par 
\par On Friday it was a boar boy called James birthday (14th. I think). We gave him free choice of the sow girls to mount. He chose me second. He was one of the one\rquote s who didn\rquote t do badly.
\par 
\par After I finished my letter last week the girl Counsellors all handed out charm bracelets to their groups. Ours had little nanny goat figures attached. We get another charm for every animal we\rquote ve been, if we\rquote 
ve handed in complete signed pages for all the boys who are that animal that week. Boys get framed pictures of the camp from the air and photographs of the animals to stick in each enclosure.
\par 
\par Next week green girls are pony mares. On to the Paddock and maybe we will be ridden off into the sunset.
\par 
\par \tab Your daughter who is definitely not auditioning for the part of Miss Piggy (though I might reconsider if Chuck boar is playing Kermit),
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\par \tab \tab Susan
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\par Saturday, July 15,
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\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par I\rquote m not going to turn into one of those girls who go all gooey about ponies, but I think I see what gets to them. Polo - the pony st
allion - is really nice as well as sexy. He tries to please us and caress us as well as wanting to mount us. It is funny. I think if I tried to make a pet of him, he would try to make a pet of me.
\par 
\par When he was demonstrating with Angie pony mare, he was really flirting with her, even more than she was flirting with him. We all gasped when we saw the size of the penis pushing at Angie\rquote 
s quim and I probably went as pale as Louise did. When it slid in easily with a happy wriggle of her behind, I\rquote ll swear he turned his head to us and laughed at us. Angie obviously has a great time with Polo, and they thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

\par 
\par Afterwards, we were all still very worried at the size of Polo\rquote s erect penis. Angie tried to persuade us that it was no real problem,
 and it was lovely to feel so filled up. But when Karen and Ann got her to feel the size of their vaginas, she put off the usual videos of mating and got out four monster (they looked like monsters to us) vibrators, and told us that we should make sure we
 
could take one of these first. Ann and I were the only ones who would take them at first. It took Ann an age to work hers part way in, but after I had concentrated for a minute or two on relaxing the vag. I found that I could take one (well lubricated of 
c
ourse Mom) fairly easily. After five minutes, I was really beginning to enjoy the buzz. The other girls were really surprised because they know the boys say that I have a tight vag. Angie saw that the girls were getting the idea that if I could take it th
ey ought to be able to. 
\par 
\par \tab Angie practically hauled me off as a first \'93volunteer\'94 to take Polo. So it is safe for him to put his weight on us when he mounts us, we have to wear an aluminium plate that is buckled on to cover our shoulders and is hinged to tw
o adjustable legs which we can walk and even canter with when he is not on top, and made so that it is easy to brace the legs to take the weight when he is up. When I had that on and went out in the paddock with my metal forefeet and my own hind feet on t
he ground, I soon got the hang of prancing around with him and rubbing necks with him and giving his balls a quick lick.
\par 
\par In about ten minutes, Polo started to try and mount me. I kept sliding out from under for the next ten minutes or so, getting both of u
s more and more excited. Finally, I stood still and let him mount, with my metal forelegs braced. I took his weight very easily. My vag was already pretty excited and relaxed, so it was not too much of a surprise when he pushed his monster penis in with n
o
t much difficulty and very little help needed. The surprise was how terrifically and happily full I felt. When he started moving, I had a climax in short order. He lasted longer and I just swam along with that lovely sense of all that tremendous member in
side me. I could not believe it when he shot his load and my vag felt even more full and hot than before.
\par 
\par I slept like a log. When we woke up, it came out that Ann and Jean had managed to sleep with the monster vibrators inside them. (Turned off of course.
) Ann had a definite sore cunt as a result, and was sent off to see Mrs MacDonald. However, sleeping like that had left Jean\rquote 
s cunt relaxed and stretched and lubricated. As soon as she got the forelegs on, Jean and Polo pranced down the Paddock. The rest o
f us cheered them on, and in three quarters of an hour Jean was back as a very contented girl. Polo gave her a smacking horse kiss as soon as she got close enough again.
\par 
\par All the other girls mated with Polo one by one after that. Maria\rquote s vag was stretched and sore afterwards, but nobody else had any trouble. Both she and Ann were cured within 24 hours. Both managed all the pony boys.
\par 
\par I found the pony boys a disappointment after Polo. Instead of relaxing the vag, I had to tighten it to get good contact. But never say die. I did have fair orgasms with most of them. And by close of play today I was dripping Polo\rquote 
s semen again after a thundering good mounting that left a bite bruise on my neck.
\par 
\par Angie has felt (and fingered) the vag several times. She says that
 she thinks I have more control over the vag muscles than most girls. She got me to do exercises on the big vibrator and different sizes of candles. I love the sense of getting an all round firm and slippery grip, whatever the size.
\par 
\par One of the pony boys h
ad a fifteenth birthday (Arithmetic note to Pop: we all started the camp aged 13 or 14, so only 14th and 15th birthdays are possible. Get it?) when the gate between the boys and girls was shut. We posted a birthday card through with the same offer of free
 choice of us on the day the gate opened. He turned out to have a really small \'93pee-er\'94
 (even Mrs MacDonald has been heard using that word for a relaxed penis) and a big erection. I got an extra satisfaction from carefully feeling his shrinking penis with the vag after he had spurted a good load in me.
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\par Johnny got a sore prick for a day this week. Camp rumour says that he pushed into the sow in too much of a hurry and found himself up her backside without enough lubricant. Most camp rumours are way off beam, but I\rquote 
m going to tease him about this one.
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\par \tab Your daughter as someone who may join the Mounties (I\rquote m beginning to like the idea of always getting my man), but not as something the pony soldiers mount,
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\par \tab Susan
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\par Saturday, July 22
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\par }\pard \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\fs20 Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par My bracelet tinkles a bit now it has got nanny goat, sow and mare charms on it. I don\rquote t think I told you that we would be in the kennels this week. Later today I\rquote ll have a bitch charm to add to it.
\par 
\par Bitch Holly is our Counsellor. She obviously enjoyed her demonstration with Laddie (he\rquote s a big German shepherd dog) but didn\rquote 
t climax because she was telling us so much about it as we saw the knot on his penis swell and go in and she squeezed her vagina after he had come to tr
y and bind with him the way bitches do. Then she showed us the videos of dogs mating. Through supper and after we were all talking so hard about dogs we had seen mating and trying to mate that we nearly forgot to find a bitch girl to do it with Laddie tha
t evening. However Jean suddenly said \'93The first time Bonzo did me, I didn\rquote t really understand when his penis slipped out afterwards with the tip still all swollen\'94
. That stopped the rest of the conversation, and we soon got her talking about Bonzo (her Lab
rador at home) and how he had mounted her twice, and twice had her on her back while she lay on a low table. She said she had not thought of the boots that Laddie wears on his front paws, but had simply worn a thick denim top so she would not get scratche
d
. Holly said that if she wanted sex with Laddie, she would have to take her clothes off and  do it doggie style. Jean was obviously waiting to be asked. She waved away the offer of lubricant and got Laddie stiff and herself wet with a succession of sniffs
 and licks and doggie wrestles. He humped her for several minutes before first she came then he did. I thought he looked a little puzzled and disappointed when his swollen penis slipped out soon after that.
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\par Laddie came swimming with us in the morning. He chased sticks while we dried ourselves on our towels. I gave him a rub down after that with my towel, even though that meant I would have to wash the towel an extra time. He\rquote 
s got a lovely coat, and he licked me under the chin. Maria and Chris had goes with
 him after breakfast and before lunch. Laddie showed he thought it was a great game. Maria went straight from giggling into an orgasm, but Chris did better. She stopped laughing and started appreciating when Laddie began to mount her, and worked up to a g
reat climax.
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\par I got my turn that evening. It felt wonderful playing with him (real foreplay?). I even rolled on my back a couple of times and he got in some licks at my snatch while I got my mouth around his lovely knobbly penis. It was one long orgasm for 
me almost as soon as he poked it in. I found I was howling like a dog as he worked up to coming in me. Then I tried as hard as I could to hang onto his penis. I could feel it was still swollen. I managed to hang on for what felt like three or four minutes
 though the other girls said it was less. He came out when he got off my back and twisted away.
\par 
\par Afterwards, I romped a little more with him feeling his lovely coat against my skin and appreciating the muscles under his coat. I even pretended to mount him.
\par 
\par When we were discussing later, bitch Holly said that they had to select bitches for the camp whose vaginas bound pricks much less hard than most did. Otherwise it could be very painful for the boys. She said I had probably bound Laddie as much or more tha
n Lassie - the bitch with boys - could have done. Karen said I seemed to have great muscle control in my vag, and could she do anything to improve hers. Bitch Holly told us about simple exercises tightening our bum muscles and gripping something in the va
g. She says that they improved her performance quite a bit.
\par 
\par Karen brought up the question of bitches and other female animals having to be in season before they can mate.  Holly was surprised we hadn\rquote t discussed it before. She told us about the long course
s of hormone injections that Lassie and the other female animals had to have to take on the boys in the Camp. She also told us that Clovis and Rugby - he\rquote 
s the ram - also had injections to make sure they could handle all of us girls at this time of year. \'93Young Mr MacDonald\'94 looks after the animals\rquote  health.
\par 
\par Laddie very evidently enjoyed mounting the other six girls over the Monday and Tuesday. I was actually quite jealous of them, but managed to keep him close by me when we were swimming, and made sure he enjoyed it when I rubbed him down each day.
\par 
\par On Wednesday the gate was open to the dog boys\rquote  side of the Kennels. After breakfast I went through calling Laddie to come with me. There was only one boy still there. He was leaning over stroking Lassie in the 
little pen she was in. I could see that he had an erection. That gave me an idea. I suggested to him that if he mounted me for a minute, and then got off and mounted Lassie while Laddie mounted me, it would be quite fair to sign each other off as having m
ounted doggie style and come together. So that is what we did. I did hold Laddie\rquote 
s penis longer than Lassie held his, but obviously it is more difficult to hold onto a smooth human penis. I quite liked the feeling when he mounted me, but it was much, much better when Laddie pushed in and got going.
\par 
\par I scored two more boys later on Wednesday without cheating. Both were better than most boys but not really a patch on Laddie. On Thursday morning just after wake up, I managed to play with Laddie for a minute wit
h my pyjama bottoms off. When I bent down to pick up his stick to throw, he pushed me over onto my knees and started to get up on my back. Holly started to shoo him off, but I told her he was very welcome. In a couple of minutes he had me howling again, a
n
d very hungry for breakfast a little while later. For the rest of the day and on Friday some of the other girls insisted that they had turns with Laddie. I had to make do with the dog boys, and its true I did manage to get good orgasms with all of them bu
t
 one. Oddly enough that was dog Steve, the dog boys Counsellor. Doggie style with almost anyone suits me pretty well.  I got Laddie again by getting up early on Saturday before anyone else. My howling got the camp up just before the automatic wake up call
.
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\par \tab Your real bitch of a daughter,
\par 
\par \tab \tab Susan.
\par P.S.\tab I forgot to say we are in the Farmhouse next week. The girls who have been there say you are made to work very hard.
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\par Saturday, July 29,
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\par }\pard \qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\fs20 Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par It has been hard work in the Farmhouse. When we got our things over to the Maids\rquote 
 Dormitory, Miss MacDonald was there with what turned out to be a pile of knee-length wrap round aprons. She told all of us to take off what we had on and pile it up on our beds with the rest of our clothes. When Jenny and Karen objected, she told them 
\'93Very well, lie down, face down on your beds instead while the rest of us get on with it.\'94 They did. The rest of us were curious, so we took our clothes off. Then she gave us aprons to put o
n. When Karen tried to get up and join in, she told her sharply to lie down, it was too late for following orders. Then she had each of take an arm or leg of Jenny or Karen and hold them down. She pulled their shorts and pants down and gave each of them t
hree hard slaps on the rear with a strap, first one on Karen, then one on Jenny and so on. Both yelped, and had started to cry by the time she finished. They got into their aprons quickly after that. 
\par 
\par }\pard\plain \s19\qj \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang2057\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp2057\langfenp1033 {\fs20 Miss MacDonald - she is really the cook and I don\rquote t thi
nk she is any relation - formally bowed Mr MacDonald in. He clapped his hands for attention, and told us that animals had to do exactly as they were told, and that was what we had to do this week. He then asked Miss MacDonald if there had been any misbeha
v
iour so far. She told him that Jenny and Karen had been strapped for not obeying orders. He told them to stand up on chairs and display their behinds. By now there were three red welts on each, they really looked something. He examined them quickly and cl
osely, and then told Miss MacDonald that one stroke should have been harder.
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\par After that, Mr MacDonald turned to the rest of us and said  \'93You will be given plenty to do, and you will be beaten if you do not do it promptly and well; just as animals are beat
en till they are trained in their tasks. Ordinary beatings will not be much harder than this. But bad misbehaviour merits and will receive severe beatings. Do you understand?\'94  \'93Louise blurted out \'93
But my parents would never let me be beaten like that.\'94 \'93He reached into his pocket, sorted out some papers and handed her one. \'93
You see they already have given their consent.  From now on none of you will doubt or question anything I or Mrs MacDonald or Miss MacDonald or Young Mr. MacDonald say. Say \lquote Yes Sir\rquote  to show you understand.\'94 We all said \'93Yes Sir\'94
 in chorus, and I did a little curtsey. He said \'93Who told you to do that?\'94  I said \'93No one, Sir\'94. He added \'93Remember, doing what you are told to includes not doing what you have not been told to do. Don\rquote t do that
 again unless you are told to.\'94
\par 
\par He then turned back to Karen and Jenny who were still displaying their behinds. \'93My cock is ready for a cunt, Miss MacDonald. This behind has been slightly better warmed than the other.\'94 He was stroking Karen\rquote s red marks in
 a way that made her quiver. \'93 Get her ready on her knees if you please.\'94 She took Karen\rquote 
s apron off and told Louise and I to get her prepared and wet at once. Louise went to her breasts before I got across the room; her nipples were hard already. When I r
eached for her vag and clit they turned out to be pretty damp and excited already. We had her on her hands and knees on her bed in a couple of minutes. 
\par 
\par Miss MacDonald checked that Karen was ready, and took down Mr MacDonald\rquote s trousers and pants. He told 
Karen to open her mouth, rubbed his thick cock around inside it, took it out, went to her back and stroked it carefully down each red mark. That made her shiver and almost jump. He then shoved it in and simply fucked her in a businesslike manner. She quiv
ered and climaxed twice. Then he spurted, took it out and left the room without any further word. Miss MacDonald told Karen to get her apron back on and marched us off first to put away all our own clothes, and then to the cookhouse. 
\par 
\par We worked hard for three hours, eating our supper when we had served the others. As we were washing up, Mr MacDonald and Young Mr MacDonald came in. Mr. MacDonald simply said \'93Try that one,\'94 gesturing at Jenny \'93I think I\rquote ll have this one.
\'94 Picking up Mary and sitting her on the edge of the kitchen table. \'93Take off your apron.\'94 Then to me \'93Strawberry jam, please.\'94
 Fortunately I saw it straight away and handed it to him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Jenny was bent over the sink with her apron still on, and Young Mr. MacDonald\rquote 
s penis was beginning to push into her vagina. Mr MacDonald put a finger in the jam pot and spread some over Mary\rquote s breasts. Then he stuck the finger in her mouth and said \'93Lick it off\'94
. At the same time he started licking and sucking her breasts. A
s soon as Mary had got all the jam off his finger, he left what was still on her breasts, took out his penis and eased it all the way in. She winced at the last push. He came quickly while Young Mr MacDonald was finishing in Jenny. They didn\rquote 
t bother about the girls not climaxing, but simply told Miss MacDonald to send them some coffee and walked off. 
\par 
\par Miss MacDonald told me to wait an extra hour in the cookhouse when the other girls` went to the dormitory; and then go and collect the coffee things from Mr. MacDonald\rquote 
s study. When I did, they were both still working. Mr MacDonald said to me without looking up \'93Young Mr MacDonald has to be up early tomorrow. Give him a wake-up fuck at quarter to six sharp, and report to me with morning coffee at 7:15. The al
arm clock is on the shelf by the door of your dormitory.\'94 
\par 
\par The alarm clock woke all of us at 5:30. I washed quickly, put my apron on and realised I didn\rquote t know where Young Mr. MacDonald slept.  I had to guess. I was right about which was Mr and Mrs MacDonald\rquote 
s room, but the one I tried was Miss Macdonald\rquote s. She told me to report to her after breakfast for punishment for disturbing her, and that Young Mr MacDonald\rquote 
s was the second door along on the right. Fortunately Young Mr MacDonald did not notice that I was nearly two minutes late when I started stroking his penis. It was quite a nice go of intercourse. I climaxed happily with him.
\par 
\par I took the coffee tray with one cup into Mr. MacDonald at exactly 7:15. He was going hard on top of Mrs MacDonald. She was flat on her face, gasping with what looked like pleasure. I didn\rquote 
t know what to do so I stood and waited. They finished in a few minutes. He snapped his fingers at me as he got off her, saying to her \'93Here is the coffee you like so much after being buggered.\'94
 He gestured to me to pour it for her, and when I had gestured me out of the room.
\par  
\par After breakfast, I reported to Miss MacDonald. She took her time getting me tightly tied over the kitchen table. When she was picking up her strap, Mr MacDonald walked into the cookhouse. \'93
I think I am partly to blame for her disturbing you this morning. May I take over punishing her?\'94 \'93Certainly.\'94 Miss MacDonald handed him the strap. He gave me a meditative whack over the behind. It stung but not too badly. Then he said \'93
This looks tempting. Give me some cooking oil.\'94 Then he started massaging it into and around my anus. After a couple of minutes when it was beginning to hurt, he said \'93
However, it is still too small to be comfortable for me. But since I am excited ..\'94 I 
felt his fat cock easing into my vag. I was already excited by being unable to do anything about whatever he chose to do to me, and relieved that he was not going up my behind. In fact I came quickly, and then again after he had spent a few minutes slammi
n
g into me. He spurted only a little semen. Miss MacDonald said nothing more about punishment; but when we had finished in the cookhouse, she sent us to Mrs. MacDonald to be set to the housework. Each of the men had another girl during the afternoon, and i
n the evening Mrs. MacDonald allocated two more to each of them to warm their beds. She slept in the spare room.
\par 
\par We girls had very little time to talk over the next two days. We saw that the boys were as busy as we were, dressed in very old-fashioned farm 
boy smocks. They were doing the outside work and cleaning windows and so on. Three times a day Miss MacDonald called one into the cookhouse and took him into a little side room she has there. And Louise saw one of them called over by Mrs MacDonald and tol
d
 to serve her while she had a cup of coffee. The two Mr MacDonalds continued to work their way through all of us. That included Young Mr MacDonald telling me to give him another wake up call on Tuesday. This time I was a couple of minutes earlier and enjo
yed it even more.
\par 
\par Miss MacDonald did beat me for dropping a bowl of pancake mix. It hurt (especially since there was no one available to use his penis to make it feel better.) But in general we jumped to it and most of us earned scarcely any beatings.
\par 
\par On 
Wednesday we found lists hung on the ends of our beds. We were told that every day to the end of the week after breakfast washing up, we had to find a named boy and satisfy him with sex. In addition, every night we had to share our bed with a named boy, h
a
ving sex with him and with the boy he had to change with at midnight. I began to find that sex on these terms was not really any fun, though I would rather have it than not. Louise and Ann however seemed to like having to do exactly as they were told. The
y each got themselves beaten several times and always offered to do whatever the boys wanted. Amongst other things, that got Ann a sore behind when a boy wanted to and did bugger her.
\par 
\par This morning, Mr MacDonald had told me to report to him with coffee for 
two at 6:45. At the door I met a boy who said that Mrs MacDonald had told him to report at the same time. We went in. Mr and Mrs MacDonald simply left us standing while they talked and had coffee. As she put her coffee cup down, Mrs MacDonald reached out 
with her other hand under Jim - the boy\rquote s - smock and started fondling. A moment or two later Mr MacDonald pulled my apron front down and told me to give him my breasts to suck. It went on from there. 
\par 
\par In fairly short order, I was on one side of the bed wi
th my legs in the air and very full of Mr MacDonald while Mrs. MacDonald was riding Jim furiously on the other side. I climaxed first, then Mrs MacDonald and Jim, and finally Mr MacDonald - unfortunately just before the second orgasm I was working up to.

\par 
\par That was the message. We were being used like people use animals. If the animals get something out of it, that is incidental.
\par 
\par This animal prefers to be a bitch. But next week I\rquote m in the sheepfold, and they don\rquote t use sheepdogs. So I will have to see how I get on with Rugby the ram.
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\par \tab Your unsubmissive daughter ,
\par 
\par 
\par 
\par \tab \tab Susan.
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\par 
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\par Saturday, August 5,
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\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par Only one more week here after this. The time seems to have gone with a whoosh.
\par 
\par After the Farmhouse, th
e Sheep Fold was a life of ease, luxury and proper animal consideration for one another. First thing, Jo ewe, our Counsellor, carefully introduced us one by one to Rugby the ram. He had to sniff each one of us for about five minutes before he got the idea
. I\rquote ve learnt since that he is rather nice, but is he dim! Still, the way his horns curl is cute.
\par 
\par Jo then rubbed on a bit of what she says is special ewe in season smell, and got him to cover her. It was a slow start, but when he got going he was fairly emphatic about it and she had one good orgasm. Then she showed us videos.
\par 
\par It seems the key thing to get rams going is to have not just one ewe, but a flock of them available.  Without a whole flock, they are hardly interested. I got the idea then of why Jo had taken so long introducing us. We were Rugby\rquote 
s flock of ewes now. We none of us had him that night.
\par 
\par In the morning, after swimming Jo made us all put on knee pads and the ewe in season smell and stay on hands and knees in the Fold. Rugby was then let o
ut among us. After an hour or so he started to show interest in covering Chris. She flirted for a few minutes and then stood for him. He got up on her and shagged her in almost exactly the same way he had covered Jo the night before. Afterwards Jo fitted 
a ewe\rquote s tail on her. It is a sort of flap of leather with hair on the outside that hangs over our backsides. We each have a string to pull ours to one side when we need to or want to, but Rugby can\rquote 
t get past it unless we do. About an hour and a half later, he got interested in Mary, and went through almost exactly the same moves. It seems that he has only one way of shagging ewes. It is not a bad way, but don\rquote 
t look for interesting variations.
\par 
\par By the end of the day, he had done five of us. He tried Mary ag
ain at number five, but found her tail in the way and made do with Polly. We all watched daytime TV or read or talked to keep the boredom down. Perhaps as a reaction, the evening discussion was very lively.
\par 
\par Monday was much the same. He took me on second (after sniffing around Mary\rquote s tail again). Jo had given the last five of us an extra dose of eau d\rquote ewe, but it didn\rquote t seem to make much difference. Rugby doesn\rquote 
t use any sort of stand, and I liked the feel of his weight and fleece on my back. I got properly and nicely shagged with a good solid climax, but it also felt like watching a rerun of a film I had seen several times before. 
\par \page On Tuesday, we went for a good long run (or jog depending), and then Jo gave us all an extra spray of eau d\rquote ewe and told us to
 act the sexiest flock of ewes we could and see how many of us we could get Rugby to cover for a second time. We gave him about half an hour after every time he shagged a ewe, but for the rest of the time we really worked at it. Even so he only covered si
x of us. Number six was me. He just went through the same routine with a little less vim and vigour; and I think both of us got a bit less satisfaction.
\par 
\par Next day, when the gate to the ram boys was opened, Rugby had to be penned up. Otherwise he would have butted all these rivals away. When he couldn\rquote t actually see them, and they didn\rquote t smell of real sexy ram, he was quite happy.
\par 
\par We were still the flock of ewes. However each boy had a different coloured marker attached to his lower chest. Jo tells us the re
al sheep herds do that to keep track of which has mated with who. The ram boys did not have to sign off notebooks with us. Their signatures were in colour on our backs. Jo took pictures of the best colour patterns that developed at the end of each day. (N
o
ne of me. She says my skin seems to smudge the colours a bit.) However being rams does seem to do something for boys performance. Bud ram, the boys counsellor (OK but nothing special for this ewe) says that sheep in season tend to eat a good deal more tha
n usual too. Both we and the boys lived up to that. I think all of us got extra shags in (2 extra, 13 in total for me). None of it was great sex, but all of it except one go was pretty good  and certainly more varied than doing it with Rugby.
\par 
\par Johnny was on
e of the ram boys this week. Brothers and sisters are excused from having to sign one another off. But what the hell. We both felt it would be sissy to chicken out, so we did it. We got through it. Johnny came a bit and I had a faint orgasm, but it was al
l horribly flat almost from the beginning. Johnny said afterwards  \'93Cheese, Susan wasn\rquote t that just the dullest fuck ever!\'94. That sums it up. It certainly wasn\rquote t pretty good. We\rquote ll both have to very desperate to do it again.

\par 
\par This morning, I just petted Rugby and rubbed noses with him. I think he sort of remembered me after a few minutes.
\par 
\par As usual, at Saturday lunch we sang Old MacDonald\rquote s Farm. Half way through I realised that we were getting the animal noises pretty well right. Even the boys who pretend it
 is all just a good fuck (there are a few girls like that too) must be learning something from the animals.
\par 
\par 
\par Next week it is the Cattle Pasture. I will see if the flexible vag will stretch round a bull\rquote s pizzle.
\par 
\par \tab Your well-shagged but not very sheepish, non-incestuous, daughter,
\par 
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\par 
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\par \tab \tab Susan.
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\par Saturday, August 12,
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\par Dear Mom and Pop,
\par 
\par Camp breaks up today. I\rquote m going off for my week at Maureen\rquote s (and yes Mom, I have all my clothes washed and clean to go there and so
me of them are even ironed. More would be but two of the electric irons are bust, and time on what is left is rationed.). Johnny is taking this letter with him since he is going straight home. I forgot to say last week that while we were being sheep he to
l
d me what really happened when he got a sore penis. He was just mounting Elise - she is the sow - when she moved bumping hard against his leg. He lost his balance and fell, scraping his private parts against some of her bristles. It must have really hurt 
at the time, though Johnny is not saying so. He says he found Elise had a lovely cunt when he fucked her later.
\par 
\par Cow Dolores is the girls\rquote  Counsellor in the Cattle Pasture. She is tall - nearly six feet - and plump but it looks good on her. Seeing her stripped made me realise that big soft boobs could look really good. She wears gold-rimmed glasses }{
\fs20\ul all}{\fs20  the time, but somehow that doesn\rquote t spoil her looks.
\par 
\par She went through her first demonstration with Ringo like slipping on an old comfortable pair of sandals. He seemed just as easy with it. He roared a little and she moaned like a cow when they came.
\par 
\par Ringo is the smallest bull I have ever seen. Dolores says he is mostly some sort of small Irish breed. Even so they say he weighs over 400 pounds - he is solid an
d definitely not slim. So we have to get down on a stand to be covered, and it includes a steel plate which goes over our backs and takes most of his weight. His testicles are terrific, they must weigh about four pounds. Dolores and Jimbo bull (the boys C
ounsellor) both say that he is easy to handle provided he gets enough regular sex. If he doesn\rquote t he will go looking for it, and he can smash through some fences and jump quite alot of others. So cow Dolores has him once a day regardless.
\par 
\par Ringo\rquote s pizzle is the biggest penis on the farm, the longest and the thickest. Polo\rquote s is second biggest, with Laddie and Mr MacDonald as joint third. As they say, size helps but it certainly isn\rquote 
t everything. Cow Dolores told us that we and blue girls who were in the Pastur
e last week were the groups that included everyone who had a small vagina when the Camp started. I had wondered about that more than once. It was nice to get the point settled. We were scheduled for the Pasture and Ringo only after we had had a chance to 
get stretched first in the other enclosures. One of the blue girls had found Ringo a bit much, though she had taken him at the third try. If we had any doubts we should exercise on her (even more monstrous than pony mare Angie\rquote 
s) set of vibrators. But Ringo needed another cow tonight and did we have any volunteers. We didn\rquote t, but the others made me take him on. Cow Dolores slapped on lots of lubricant and worked me up while doing it. Ringo doesn\rquote 
t need much exciting and doesn\rquote t give much foreplay to his cows either.
\par 
\par It wasn\rquote t much more of an affair than being introduced to Ringo, with a quick feel of his testicles and pizzle, and then being lead to the mounting stand. As he climbed on I realised we get some real weight and pressure from his hind quarters, wh
ich feels good. Once he got placed, Dolores guided the tip of his pizzle in. It took him seven or eight shoves to get it all the way into my lubricated vag., with a marked pause between each shove. Then he gave a mild bellow and began to work me. I don
\rquote t really remember much of the rest because the physical sensation was so overwhelming. At the end (the others say it didn\rquote 
t take long) I was splashing rather than dripping with an incredible quantity of my juices and of his semen. He eased off the stand with what sounded like some very satisfied grunts.
\par 
\par Despite that tremendous physical effect, I realised afterwards that this go of sex with Ringo was much less satisfying than with Laddie or Polo, and not even as good overall as with Clovis or Chuck boar or You
ng Mr MacDonald. I am not exactly sure why, but I think it is something to do with sex for Ringo being so purely about just getting his tremendous rocks off. Any way I slept like a log all night.
\par 
\par Louise and Ann were the first two volunteers in the morning. Louise was so excited that cow Dolores\rquote 
 lubricants were dripping out before she had finished putting them on. She sort of fainted while she was being covered, but when we woke her up afterwards, she insisted that it had been wonderful and went walking ar
ound in a kind of daze. It was clearly hurting quite a bit for Ann, but she bit her lip and urged Ringo on. He took a bit longer than usual, while she climaxed very hard indeed while still telling us how it hurt. She needed to go to bed afterwards, but wa
s up for supper looking like a cat that has fallen into the cream jug and just licked herself clean (that\rquote s how Jenny put it).
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\par Maria had done some work with the vibrators and went third. The way she handled him seemed to me like an amateur version of cow Dolores\rquote 
 technique. Still, Maria clearly managed to enjoy it. Cow Dolores had a go-to-bed go with Ringo herself. I saw Maria taking some more notes from it.
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\par On Monday after breakfast, Chris squared her shoulders and went at it. That wasn\rquote t the best attitud
e, even though she had used the vibrators first. It cost her some pretty sharp looking discomfort as he was pushing in. But when he got going, she was soon swept up in it like I had been. After she had recovered, we compared notes. She couldn\rquote 
t put her finger on quite what was not satisfying either.
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\par Skinny Karen went next. Ringo covering her looked like a joke, but she came up grinning and dripping with no difficulty.
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\par Jenny took the turn before supper. Ringo churned up her insides so that she could not face supper, but she said it was well worth it. Cow Dolores saved her something and she ate it while Dolores gave Ringo his good-night fuck (as she put it).
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\par When we went swimming on Tuesday morning, I wondered why Jean was paddling around in circles. She th
en asked to go in with Ringo after breakfast. She was actually shaking with fear and beginning to cry too, but she insisted on going ahead. It is a funny place to see it, but I think I have now seen what real courage is. She was pushing herself through it
 ( I think it hurt her as Ringo went in) until nearly the end. Then she was swept up suddenly like Chris and me. Afterwards she told the two of us that she had suddenly felt very, very full of choirs of thundering angels and half wondered if Ringo\rquote 
s great prick had killed her and she had gone to heaven. For her it was much the greatest thing of the whole Camp. She really earned something special.
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\par Polly went next. She did an imitation cow Dolores, like Maria but with a bit more of a wriggle in it. Ringo grunted hard and huffled into her face afterwards.
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\par Mary had been hanging back. It turned out she wanted to see which of us did it most easily and copy them. We pushed Karen forward by common consent (except for Karen who tried to say it should be me). Karen s
aid that what she had actually done was psyche herself up by relishing the great floods of cum she had seen dripping out of us from Ringo and thinking about the wonderful balls that had produced them. At the same time she excited her own clit and vagina t
o
 the point where her hand was going almost all the way in. Then she told herself noway was she going to miss the chance to have Ringo shoot in her and she was determined to feel every second of it. She then talked Mary through it. Mary came up grinning ev
en more happily than Karen.
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\par Cow Dolores gave Ringo his usual good night. Then she told us that on Wednesday , Thursday, Friday and Saturday she would need at least one and preferably two volunteers a day to help keep Ringo satisfied. Mary, and Louise immed
iately put up their hands. Jean said no, she could not face the possibility of an anti-climax. I volunteered because I had my itch of curiosity to scratch. Maria thought for a moment and then said could she come in for one more go. Dolores said \'93
That is fixed then. Susan,  Mary and Louise can each have Ringo twice and you will have him once Maria.\'94 Louise quickly offered for first goes on Wednesday and Friday so that \lquote 
she could be available if Dolores needed a second volunteer on Saturday\rquote . Cow Dolores covered a grin and said could Mary do second on Wednesday and Friday, me do first on Thursday and Saturday, and Maria do second on Thursday. 
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\par When the bull boys came through the gate on Wednesday morning, we were all lying around chewing the cud (actually car
amels). We made a big play of being hard to persuade, but were all being bulled within twenty five minutes. All the boys were eager and surprisingly good. I think everyone had a climax. Afterwards they let on that they had mostly found Elsie - the cow - a
 disappointment. 
\par \page After breakfast they all watched with us as Louise was put in with Ringo. Louise didn\rquote t faint this time. She gasped groaned wriggled and humped as Ringo plowed into her. By the time she staggered out stiff, radiant and dripping with sper
m, the boys were all bulling the rest of us. The one I got that time turned out to be special. His name is Tony. He and his friend Fred have really worked on pleasing females over the summer. I think they both made all of us come at least twice in the Pas
ture. Tony told me I was the sort of passionate cow he had been looking forward to. Elsie just took it and responded with moans.
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\par Most of us managed to be bulled by another boy before Mary put on her evening show with Ringo. That was not the raving success that Louise\rquote s morning covering had been, but it was good enough to get boy pizzles into every available cow girl vagina.

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\par I really enjoyed my morning swim on Thursday. It gave me sensual feelings all over my body and put me in a great mood for Ringo. I fou
nd I simply enjoyed his pizzle and hind quarters with whoops and bellows and moos. Even he sounded happier than usual. I actually did a handspring as I came out and thought it very funny when some of the semen flew out of me and landed on two of the pairs
 of spectators who were pumping away outside.
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\par That is the way it went for the rest of the week. We all had extra bullings from boys as well as the additional goes with Ringo. I can hear Louise getting her third extra go with Ringo as I write this letter.
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\par I had my last stand with Ringo early this morning, before breakfast. Simple happy body sex again. We woke the others up, and several pairs were humping by the time we finished. There was a surprise after breakfast. We went down to the Council Field for sp
eeches and so on. Then seven boys and seven girls were called forward, including me and Ann. One by one we girls each had an ordinary charm taken off her bracelet and replaced with a silver one. Ann got a silver maid\rquote 
s cap, and was announced as the most desirable maid of the year. I was shown off as best bitch of the year, and given a silver bitch charm. The boys\rquote  souvenir pictures were having 
the shapes of the animal they were best at covered with a gold shape at the same time. Then we were paired off wi
th corresponding real animals - I got Laddie and Ann got Young Mr MacDonald - and told to show the others how to mate.  I had a great half hour and I think Laddie did too. We were one of the last to finish, partly because I managed to bind him for several
 minutes. There was terrific applause and waves of animal noises for each climax.
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\par Speeches came next. Mr MacDonald was in full flow about the need to feel as animals do and how what we had learnt this summer would stay with us all our lives and could enric
h the lives of thousands of animals, but when he began to repeat himself Mrs MacDonald managed to cut him off. She called up a boy and a girl form each group to say what they had got out of the camp. The best was a boy who simply said \'93
Great sex, which certainly includes you Mrs. MacDonald; and an idea that James Thurber got the last two words right when he wrote \lquote Man is the summit of creation (pause) says Man\rquote . Johnny didn\rquote t do badly for red boys either.
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told us that we had each had sex with over 80 different individuals and totalled over 100 goes of intercourse in these seven weeks. It was only safe because of the strict precautions that had been taken against disease. Very few if any of us were likely t
o have another opportunity to have so much safe unprotected sex again. So she hammered home the safe sex message. (Pop, I think its going to cost you in condoms.)
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\par Then we sang Old MacDonald\rquote s Farm through twice. We really are getting the animal noises right. 
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\par Johnny is also taking home my bracelet, my trophy horns, tails, collars and apron, and my signed off notebook of boys. Explaining these to Maureen or even worse to Maureen\rquote s Mom is something I don\rquote t want to do right now.
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\par Its really nice that I am going to see you in eight days\rquote  time.
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\par \tab Your very well bulled, covered, mounted, mated, shagged, porked and fucked and still very dutiful bitch of a daughter says that she is truly grateful because you sent her to Old MacDonald\rquote s Farm Summer Camp.
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