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Chapter 1

Mary Wilson had a little lamb.

His fleece was white as snow and he followed her to school and all that shit, but the nursery rhyme stuff stopped there -- because the little lamb grew up to be a horny ram.

The ram was a powerful creature with swept-back horns, mighty shoulders and piledriver haunches. He remained white except for a black face and black rings around his legs just above the nimble cloven hoofs. He had golden eyes. He had the long flowing beard of a patriarch, but his balls were full of youthful cum.

He had a huge prick and massive balls.

In the prime of life, the ram would have been ready to challenge all other rams for the right to fuck the fat, woolly ewes that grazed on the green hillside, for he knew his rightful place.

But it had been reared as a pet.

And the ram often turned a glow �ing golden eye on Mary and his thoughts were hardly sheepish ...

Mary Wilson was a teen by the time the ram was in his youthful prime. She could hardly fail to notice the change in the b**st. As a soft woolly lamb she had named him Cuddles but as he grew into a powerful hard-muscled creature the name had seemed rather silly and she had begun to call him Rocky the Ram.

Mary was growing into a nubile young lady at the same time that Rocky matured into potency.

Mary was still a virgin and quite innocent, although, being a farm girl, she knew all about the way that a****ls fucked and observed those bestial fuckings with interest. She wasn't sure just how humans fucked but, being inquisitive, had often listened to the grunts and the moans that drifted through the thin wooden farmhouse walls from her parents' bedroom.

Fucking sounded like fun.

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Although the ram was no longer what could be called cuddly, he was still Mary's favorite pet and she often stroked and petted the p �owerful brute.

She had also recently started to stroke and pet her cunt.

She had discovered the pleasures of self-caress more or less by accident.

One day her pussy had been particularly hot and juicy and her clit was standing out stiff and tingling. Mary had begun to rub her crotch to soothe her cunt, not quite sure what had caused the condition. Very soon, a thrill had started to sweep through her pussy.

She had been surprised by such a wonderful sensation. Her hand had rubbed vigorously away. All of a sudden her big blue eyes had snapped wide open in amazement and her mouth had trembled as her first ever orgasm ripped through her. She had been almost frightened by such intense feeling.

After she'd finished coming and her cunt had cooled down, the girl had thought about what had happened.

She had a strict upbringing.

Anything that felt that good, she figured, just had to be a sin. She vowed never to rub her cunt again.

Fifteen minutes later she frigged hersel �f off again.

Since that day of discovery, Mary began to give herself handjobs with regularity, at least once a day.

Her hands felt so lovely that the girl just had to wonder what a cock or a tongue would feel like.

There was a girl in her school -- a one room country schoolhouse -- who had a bad reputation. Her name was Lulu May Dickens and it was rumored that she had gone all the way with more than one of the lusty local lads. Mary placed little stock in such gossip as a rule, but she thought that Lulu May looked like the sort of girl who had been naughty.

Mary was eager to ask Lulu May about such things. But Mary was shy. She couldn't think of a way to bring such a subject into the conversation without becoming embarrassed.

One fine spring day, Mary was sitting on a fallen log out in the back forty, out of sight of the farmhouse, watching the fluffy white clouds drift across the bright blue sky and thinking about this and that. Mainly she was thinking about sex and trying �to figure out how to ask the advice of Lulu May without seeming to be too interested, to find out about naughty things without acting naughty.

She was wearing a checkered dress and a blue bonnet with a pink ribbon.

Under the dress, she wore nothing.

Being a young farm girl, Mary did not have any sexy underwear. She had no money of her own with which to buy any. The local general store didn't stock anything like that anyhow, and her mother always bought her plain white panties and bras as unshapely and restrictive as armor plate.

Mary hated those awful undies.

So she had taken to not wearing them.

She liked to know and feel that she was naked under her dresses. It gave her a thrill.

It was also handy for frigging herself off.

It was a bother to have to remove her panties when she felt like a quick fingerfucking and if she left them on she always got the crotchband soaking wet, which was awfully embarrassing when her mother washed them in the tub.

She hadn't y �et decided if she would give herself a handjob today. It was a Saturday and she had slept later than usual. By the time that she awoke, her mother was banging the gong to announce that breakfast was on the table.

Usually on Saturday mornings when she didn't have to hurry to get to school, Mary liked to stay in bed and enjoy a long and leisurely fingerfucking session.

This morning she had been forced to make a choice -- she could miss breakfast and have a good come, or she could forego the pleasures of her pussy for those of her tummy. Mary had a healthy appetite and she could smell bacon and coffee. Furthermore, having just awakened, she had not had time to think the sort of thoughts that usually got her cunt smoldering. Anyhow, she reasoned, she could always fingerfuck later on if she wanted to. So she went down to breakfast.

Then she had wandered out to the fields.

Now she began to squirm on the log as, thinking of the things that naughty Lulu May might have done, she ıbecame aroused and horny.

The idea of fingerfucking herself in the fresh air was attractive. An outdoor handjob seemed sort of wholesome.

She was in no hurry to come.

Coming was the best part, certainly, but Mary liked to enjoy the build up and the preliminaries. She looked around to make sure that there was no one who could see her, then, smiling, she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Spreading it open, she tilted her face down and looked at her tits.

They were lovely tits.

Mary had been amazed when they first became so large and shapely, and she admired them a great deal. Her tits were full and firm, and her nipples were big and fat. When they got stiff, as they were now, they stood out like little pink spaceships ready to be launched.

She knew that the boys in school looked at her tits a lot.

But they looked at the rest of her, too.

Mary's ass was shaped like a teardrop, firm and sweeping. Her waist was tiny and her hips were rounded. She had long, shapely legs tha �t seemed to have been designed for wrapping around a man's haunches as he fucked her and had a gently sloping belly fashioned to pump a man dry.

Her face was well matched to that splendid body. She had big blue eyes that looked innocent when they were wide open but not so innocent when they were narrowed with desire. Her mouth was wide and full and sensual, the lower lip slightly turned down in a cute pout. Her hair was thick and blonde, like coils of spun gold tumbling to her shoulders, cascading over her cheeks.

Now she gazed down at her tits.

As she looked, as if her vision were gently caressing her, her nipples began to grow and stiffen.

She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the plump tits and pushing them together into deep cleavage.

Cupping her tits in her palms and fingers, she began to seep her thumbs back and forth across the nips.

She was starting slowly.

Mary hadn't yet decided what to think about, what fantasy to employ while she worked on her hot cunt.

Usually she t ˚hought about Jimmy Wilson or George Hubble. They were the best-looking boys at her school. But sometimes she liked to think about nameless strangers. Sometimes she fantasized about more then one nameless stranger at once, imagining what it would be like to have two or three horny young men fondling her at the same time.

She had even pretended that she had sneaked into a monastery where monks had been without women for years, and she had fantasized about a jailbreak, when a dozen escaped convicts who'd had nothing better than their own fists for their long incarcerations ****d her.

Mary was a normal heterosexual girl.

She had never thought about doing anything naughty with another girl -- yet.

Nor had she ever thought about fucking with an a****l.

Like, say, a ram ...

Yet there had been a nagging sensation, a dark thrill that was not yet knowledge the last time she had fondled Rocky the Ram. Mary had felt the sexuality of the potent b**st. His powerful muscles had trembled and vibrated un �der her hands and his head had tossed about as he snorted with vague significance.

The girl had become sexually aroused and had had to rub herself off three times afterwards before she was satiated. Yet she was still innocent and did not realize that it was the ram who had turned her on.

And perhaps the ram had not yet realized why his balls had bloated and his big prick tensed as Mary petted him.

Both girl and ram both sensed what they did not yet realize ...

Mary squirmed on the fallen tree, the rough bark stimulating her juicy pussy.

She lifted her tits higher and ducked her head lower, pushing her tongue out.

She began to lick her stiff nipples.

She was lucky, she thought, that her tits were big enough so she could mouth her own nips. She would be even luckier when she got some handsome boy to do it for her, she figured. She lapped away, her face turning as she switched back and forth from taut tip to tip. Then she gently slurped one nipple into her lips and beg �an to nurse.

Her nipples seemed to explode in her lips. She switched to the other.

It was like a stick of dynamite.

The rippling thrill ran through her tits and rushed down her belly and swirled in waves in her crotch. She could feel her clit expand just like her nipples.

She wished that she were agile enough to get her head down there and tongue her sparking clit.

But she knew that she couldn't.

She had tried once.

She had sat on the edge of her bed and bent down as far as she could go, but her tongue had fallen just short -- frustratingly short -- of her creamy cunt. Then she had leaned back and had thrown her ass and hips up, her feet over her head, and had tried to get at her tasty-looking pussy that way. But she had failed by inches again. Her cunt, just over her eager upturned face, had fluttered and the cuntlips had unfurled and a drop of hot cuntjuice had fallen right onto her straining tongue. Mary had let it run around on her tastebuds for a moment �, finding it delicious, then had swallowed it down.

Her failure had left her pussy smoldering.

Her fingers had done the job but she still yearned for a nimble tongue to lave her cunt.

Mary mouthed her tits and nipples for some time, growing hotter by the second.

Then she hiked her ass up from the log and drew her dress up above the waist. Parting her sleek thighs, she gazed down at her pussy. She was very fond of her cunt because her pussy gave her so much pleasure and was looking forward to the day when her cunt would be giving someone else pleasure at the same time.

Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, opening to
the morning sunlight and still streaked with pearly dew. Her pussy had opened and was flooded with cuntjuice. The darker inner flesh was streaked with fuck cream and her clit button stood out in a taut nugget.

Not touching herself with her hands yet, the oversexed farm girl caressed her cunt with her vision.

She licked her lips.

She be �gan running the tips of her fingers slowly up the velvety flesh of her inner thighs, teasing herself, stopping just short of her pussy. She wriggled on the log, starting to pant. Her fingers traced up the creased folds where her legs joined her pelvis, running parallel to her steaming cunt.

She flicked a fingertip over her clit.

She shuddered all over with the sensation.

Bringing her hand up to her lips, she moistened her fingertips with spit, then flicked them over her clit bud again. When she brought them back to her mouth, she could taste her own delicious cuntjuice. She was starting to really squirm by this time. Her slender back arched, her fat tits thrusting out. She looked past those looming tit globes as she eyed her pussy.

She began to fondle her cunt with both hands.

With one hand she stroked her turbulent clit. With the other, tilting her wrist, she slowly and steadily fucked three stiffened fingers in and out of her hole.

Her cunt sucked on her fingers, the in �ner muscles contracting as her hole dragged and pulled.

Her love button expanded and fluttered.

Her eyes had narrowed and her lips parted, her pretty young face contorted into a mask of pure passion. She was panting like a steam engine and hot flashes ran through her body, melting her loins and shooting like an electric current up the smooth flesh of her trembling thighs.

She was almost ready to cream.

She fucked her fingers in steadily and strummed her clit as if she were playing a banjo. The wild thrill increased, the passion waves coming higher with each joyful spasm.

Just as the horny girl was about to reach the crest, she realized she was not alone. She was being watched!

"Oh!" she cried, blushing with embarrassment.

Her hands stopped moving. She was about to pull her dress down to conceal her creamy shame.

She looked about frantically, wondering who was watching her. Was it one of the farmhands or, worse, her daddy?

Then she saw the eyes that were fixed upon � her.

They were golden eyes.

Rocky the Ram was watching the horny girl masturbate ...


Chapter 2

Mary's first feeling was relief.

It would have been mortifying to have a human see what she had been doing, but the ram was only a dumb a****l.

Yet she still felt embarrassed.

a****l or not, he was giving her a very strange sort of look. Did a ram know about handjobs? They certainly weren't equipped for such things, not with those cloven hooves. But did they understand how talented a hand with an opposing thumb was? Did Rocky realize Mary was doing something sexual?

The girl still felt embarrassed.

And she still felt horny, too. She had been just about to come when she had been interrupted. With her orgasm stopped at the last moment, her cunt was steaming and her clit was throbbing with a terrible immediacy.

She wished that the ram would wander off so that she could finish her handjob.

She just couldn't bring herself to continue while those gold ∆en eyes were fixed upon her.

Then Rocky stepped out of the bushes and slowly advanced towards the frustrated girl, a speculative look in his elliptical eyes. He was stepping lightly, almost gingerly, placing his cloven hooves with care.

Mary noticed that his prick was semi-hard.

She supposed that the ram was out looking for a plump sheep to fuck. Why else would his cock be getting hard? Surely it could have nothing to do with her.

Rocky moved up and stopped just in front of her, dipping his big horned head down and pawing the earth. Mary began to stroke his hairy neck. She could feel the pulse beat there, drumming steadily. His whole body seemed vibrant, and the girl could not help but gaze under his belly and look at his cock.

She saw that his dark-gray balls were like inflated balloons, full of sap. His prick stuck out in a great loop, not really rampant yet but coiling from his loins, the knob starting to squeeze out from the woolly � sheath. His cockhead was dark, almost black, a startling contrast to his fleecy white coat and woolly stalk. His cock was a lot bigger than a human prick, she calculated, for although she had never had anything to do with a human prick she didn't think that a cock that big would fit in a pair of trousers.

She stroked the ram's hairy flank.

His cock quivered, hardening more.

Mary had an unholy urge to touch the ram's prick.

She wanted to find out what a cock felt like. But she struggled against the urge, knowing that touching a prick was a very naughty thing to do. The ram stepped sideways, his hind-quarters turning as if he realized what she was thinking and was presenting his prick to her.

Mary shook her head, shuddering.

No! I won't touch him there! she thought.

She closed her eyes to lessen the temptation, for his prick was a sightly slab of cockmeat. She felt the ram's breath billow over her bare tits, then waft over her thighs ◊.

Although her dress was still hiked up above her waist, she had closed her legs. But, as she felt the ram's breath bathe her loins, her thighs trembled and very slowly parted. It couldn't be really naughty just to let the brute breathe on her, she thought. Just to see what hot breath felt like on hot cunt, just out of curiosity -- harmless curiosity.

That breath billowed into her groin.

Then the ram thrust his muzzle in and began to nibble very lightly at her pussy. Mary gasped.

She started to push his head away, then stopped because that gentle nibbling felt awfully good! It was amazing how soft the b**st's lips were as they pulled so tenderly on her overheated flesh. She felt her cuntlips ripple and spread. Her clit sparked. The ram's soft tongue began to slurp right up her wet pussy.

Mary realized suddenly that she would be able to have an orgasm if she let the ram keep nuzzling her.

She knew she ought to stop him.

But she had been longing for � the feeling of a tongue on her pussy, and
that long, hot, soft tongue felt absolutely wonderful. She didn't have the heart to stop the b**st as he licked her pussy. She opened her eyes, staring down, watching his tongue lave her creamy cunt. She wailed, dizzy with lust. She folded one hand in his long flowing beard and wrapped the other fist around one of his heavy curved horns, as if to hold him in place. But Rocky did not need to be held there -- he was savoring the taste of human cunt, just starting to get the idea that a human female had the same sort of cunt that a sheep had. He was wondering if that pussy could be used for the same purpose.

"Oh-oh-oh!" Mary gasped.

The thrill was racing through her cunt again. She clung to his horns and beard and her hips began to pump. Her belly heaved and her juicy ass churned about on the log as she worked her cunt around on the ram's snout. Ribbons of cuntjuice poured down her crotch. The ram lapped the sweet fuck juice up. T �rickles seeped down into the taut crack of her ass and the ram's tongue slid up, gathering the cuntjuice from her ass and then sweeping on up her crotch and over her clit.

Mary arched her back.

Her bonnet fell off.

Her knees rose up and she clamped her smooth thighs around the ram's mighty shoulders as she ground her crotch around in his face and on his sweeping tongue.

She was doing a wicked thing, a sinful thing. But the thrill was all the greater because of that!

Then the thrill was as great as it could get.

Long lateral waves of lust passed across her belly and met the electric current that sped up her thighs, the separate spasms meeting in a surging storm in her cunt.

Mary was coming.

The thrills came faster and higher, running through her in such rapid sequence that soon they were merging together. One prolonged height of bliss seemed to racked her cunt.

Her cuntjuice gushed out i �n a deluge.

Rocky lapped the fuck juice up with relish.

At long last her orgasm ended. She stopped thrashing about. Her pussy still tingled in the aftermath of her climax. The ram continued to lap and nibble at her cunt as if to make sure that he had worked off every spasm and lapped up every drop of fuck juice.

Then he raised his head and gazed at the young girl with a curious expression.

Mary was blushing furiously. Even though he was only a dumb a****l who probably didn't even know what he had just done, she could not help but be embarrassed at having allowed a ram to tongue her cunt to climax.

Yet it had been wonderful and, even as she blushed with the shame of it, she was wondering if the ram had enjoyed licking her pussy enough to want to tongue her cunt again. Lots of times.

He had certainly seemed to relish her pussy.

Now she noticed that his huge prick was completely erect, the dark knob throbbing and flaring and the woolly white ∫shaft so taut that his whole cock was almost humming like a tuning fork.

Obviously the ram had gotten horny while he had lapped her cunt.

The poor brute was feeling frustrated now.

Mary knew what frustration was.

And Mary was always kind to a****ls.

It was only natural that the innocent young girl should think about jerking the ram off to relieve him, milking his fat prick out of gratitude and kindness.

It was an act of charity, nothing else.

But she had to admit that the idea thrilled her.

Chapter 3

Rocky the ram was confused by his frustration, for this situation was as new to him as it was to Mary. Lapping her juicy cunt had been a natural thing to do and getting a hard-on during that tasty snack was also natural, but now the ram was confused.

Mary had a hot cunt, but she was not a sheep. Rocky had never fucked anything but a sheep before and he wasn't sure if such things were possible, if the fuck could be arrange�d, if his prick would fit up her cunt. If the girl had got down on her hands and knees, the situation would have been less alien to the lusty brute and he most likely would have mounted her. But since she was still seated on the fallen tree, facing him, the dumb a****l had no idea how to proceed.

Mary was wondering how to go about it, herself.

She had made up her mind that she was going to jack the ram off, half convincing herself that she was doing it strictly out of kindness and not because her hands were itching for a feel of that robust cock or because her eyes yearned to see the jism spurt from his prick. But she wasn't sure how to approach the task. Mary had never had a cock in her hand before, not even a human cock. She had a pretty good idea how it was done but she wasn't sure how to get at the b**st or where to aim his load. Should she jack him off from behind -- from the root of his prick -- so that the stuff flew away from her? Or should she jack h�is cock from the front and let the brute come on her?

She decided to play it by ear, to start jacking from halfway up the prick and see where her inclinations led her.

The ram was twitching and stamping his feet.

His big horns swept up and down as if he were trying to demonstrate the sort of stroking motion that his cock required.

Mary slid down from the log.

She was kneeling now, closer to a fucking position, but Rocky was still uncertain. For one thing, she was kneeling only on her hindlegs and for another she was facing him. The very idea of fucking face to face seemed totally weird.

Mary began stroking his flank.

She was delaying, struggling with last minute inhibitions. Yet she wanted to touch his cock so much that it frightened her. She wondered how sinful it would be. She wondered what the preacher would think about such things. Was it hellfire and damnation stuff, or was it Ωjust a little harmless and enjoyable amusement? It wasn't, she reasoned, as if she were actually fucking an a****l. A hand wasn't a cunt. She had often stroked and petted her pet ram before, and just because she happened to be stroking a different part of his body didn't really seem to make it that much different -- or so she told herself.

His cock was throbbing.

She slid a hand under him, palm upward, and cupped his balls. She gave a little gasp as she felt how packed full of cum they were. She lifted them slightly, as if trying to guess the weight of the hot load. She was thrilled to feel his hard balls shift inside the dark sac.

She slowly slid her hand up along the fleecy stalk.

His cock pulsed and rippled.

She fingered the underside of his cockhead, causing his prick-knob to flare out and throb with urgency.

The ram had turned his horned head sideways, watching his mistress with his elliptical eyes, amazed to realize tha�t human hands could caress a cock as no hoof could ever do. He was starting to understand that there were things that could be done with humans that might be as much fun as fucking.

The ram was quite content to play a passive role and let the girl do what she would, as long as what she did felt as good as it felt at the moment.

Mary fingered his cockhead, fascinated by the rubbery texture, like a lump of hot iron encased in taut elastic.

The cleft parted and Mary gasped when she saw the frothy pre-cum bubbling in the gap.

She was eager to milk him off and see that lovely cum hose out of his huge prick, to feel his cock throb in her hands as he came. She cupped both hands around his prick, just behind the cock-crown, gripping his prick as if his cock were a club. She began to stroke him up and down, her hands just skimming lightly over the woolly cocksheath at first, then tightening her grip so that she was moving his foreskin back �and forth.

The fleecy pelt curled up over the ledge behind his prick-knob on the upstroke, then drew back taut, causing his meaty cockhead to flare out naked and throbbing. More pre-cum bubbled out, sparkling on the dark meat of his cock-crown, running in sticky ribbons down the slope of the big slab of prick. His cockhead seemed to be burning like a coal now, almost starting to smoke.

Mary was still kneeling beside him, at right angles to his cock and bloated balls.

She began to inch forwards.

She refused to admit to herself what her intentions were, but naughty little Mary wanted the ram to shoot on her body. Her dress still gaped open, exposing her heaving tits, and the hem was still drawn up, revealing her steaming cunt. The girl was eager to feel a load of ram jism spurt onto her heated flesh.

She moved up until she was kneeling beside the ram's burly shoulder, both hands pulling and pushing up and down his prick. His cockhead was looming out right in her face.

She stared at that pulsating wedge of cockmeat, trembling violently, as if in sympathetic vibration with the huge prick which was trembling so energetically in her hands.

Mary was licking her lips.

Oh, no! she thought! No, she would never lick an a****l's cock!

Jacking him off, she had convinced herself, was harmless enough and a simple kindness. And letting him lap her cunt hadn't really been a sexual act. But it would be too depraved to even dream of using her tongue on his cock!

But how delicious his prick looked!

She wondered what cock would taste like.

With mint sauce, would his prick taste like mutton? Did cocks have a distinctive flavor?

Her mouth was watering.

Would a ram's prick taste like a human prick? Would a ram's cum taste like a man's? But she had never licked or sucked a man's cock, and she had never tasted jism, so there was no way that Mary could tell the difference.

She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.

She wanted very mu�ch to push her tongue out and take a lick. She struggled against the unholy impulse, determined not to yield to such utter depravity.

Her hands pumped faster.

Rocky had started to hump now, his mighty haunches bunching with muscle, fucking his cock in and out, fucking her between her hands and pushing his cockhead out almost into her face.

Mary could tell he was ready to shoot.

Did she realize that, positioned as she was in relationship to the head of his prick, that the brute was going to hose her face with his steaming load?

She pretended she intended to have the ram shoot on her tits. She arched her back and thrust those plump tits out, ready to receive his squirting cum.

But her lips were parted, too.

Her pink tongue was slowly sliding back and forth across her lips. Her face was glazed with lust as she knelt directly in front of the ram's prick. Her eyes crossed, turning inwards as she fixed her gaze on the head of his cock, staring at his prick in fascination�, waiting for his cock to erupt with his volcanic coming.

Rocky was humping vigorously now and her hands were fairly flying up and down on his fucking cock, pulling up to his prick-knob, pushing back towards his ballooning balls. His head was thrust out over her shoulder, the long beard trailing down her back.

She felt his prick give a great lurch.

The ram bellowed.

His balls seemed to explode and his cockshaft spread out as the thick sap rushed up. Mary gasped and pumped back on his prick.

A great geyser of cum spurted from his cock-knob.

The creamy jism hosed Mary's face.

Cum splashed all over her chin and her cheeks and a ribbon of slime ran across her parted lips -- where her tongue was sliding.

Mary wailed with joy and kept on pumping his prick.

He squirted a second mighty stream of hot cum into her face.

The jism was running over her arched tongue and sliding back into her mouth.

HisΩ third spurt, coming under reduced pressure, fell short of her face and dropped onto her heaving tits.

That was what she had intended in the first place, Mary told herself.

The first two spurts in her face had been a mistake, an accident. She convinced herself that she had simply misjudged the angle, and a girl could not be blamed for getting a faceful of a****l jism by accident. Yet, even as she rationalized that, her lips were still parted and her hot little tongue continued to lap up the hot spunk.

She kept stroking his cock, and he shot another dose of jism onto her tits. The head of his cock began to bob up and down and soften slightly. But cum was still pouring out. Mary gave a little squeal and dropped onto her back, squirming under the brute. She raised her knees and took the head of his prick between her thighs and massaged his cock-knob, milking out the last of his spunk with her knees.

The stuff poured down the insides� of her smooth thighs and pooled up in her cunt. Her cuntjuice gushed out to mingle with the ram jism.

Mary was so hot that she didn't know if she had come or not. Her fuck juices had certainly flowed, but that draining did nothing to reduce the surging lust in her cunt.

His cock had stopped dripping now and her legs fell away. She rested there, spread-eagled in the grass, her whole body heaving as she panted with wild passion.

The ram sidestepped away from her body.

He looked thunderstruck, amazed that human hands could have brought such pleasure to him.

His big prick had only softened slightly, enough to bob up and down. However, his cock had hardly diminished in size at all.

Mary gazed at his cock and realized that the ram was not yet satisfied, despite shooting all that cum.

And she knew damned well that, whether she had come or not, she was not satisfied either.

She wondered if she should jerk him off again.

As she thought about it, h�er tongue continued to glide across her creamy lips, lapping up cum. The girl suddenly blinked, as if she had just realized what she was doing, that she had swallowed a mouthful of ram spunk. And the stuff was delicious! She didn't know if ram jism tasted like human cum, but she couldn't see how any cum could taste any better!

She knew it was very naughty to drink a****l spunk.

But since she had already done it -- although it had happened by mistake, of course -- it didn't seem to be any more wicked to finish the job. She lapped her lips clean and then leaned down and began to tongue the congealing jism off her fat tits and stiff nipples.

The more cum she slurped up, the hungrier it made her. Jism was like an appetizer, she realized. Licking cum up was making her ravenous for more, for a whole load! And if the stuff was so delicious second hand, just imagine how wonderful it would be if she were to swallow a whole load straight out of the ram's prick!

She eyed that �tasty cockmeat.

She blushed with shame at her own desires and shuddered with the joyful anticipation.

Mary was able to rationalize these things.

Having already swallowed some ram cum, her sins would not be compounded if she swallowed some more of the stuff. And if the ram's big prick just happened to be in her mouth when he shot his wad, that was merely a convenience, so that she wouldn't spill a drop.

Mary decided to suck the ram off.

Chapter 4

She knew there was a danger that she would feel terribly guilty and ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment Mary was so eager to suck on a mouthful of prick that she wasn't about to let such considerations prevent her pleasure.

She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have that cock shoot in her mouth.

She had always thought of sucking a human cock, to be sure, but the ram's cock was a welcome substitute. She already knew how succulent his cum was.

One of the things she wanted to ask her na�ughty friend, Lulu May, was what it was like to give a blowjob, assuming that Lulu May had done it and was willing to talk about it. Now Mary figured to get some cocksucking experience of her own.

She sat up.

Cupping her plump tits in her hands she lifted them to her face and tongued up the last residue of spunk from her tits and cleavage and sucked some from her nipples. Her crotch was awash with more of the lovely stuff and once again the girl wished that she was limber enough to get her mouth onto her cunt. She scooped a handful of cum and cuntjuice up and lapped it from her fingers and palm.

Then Mary turned onto her hands and knees.

She began to crawl towards Rocky on all fours.

This was a position that Rocky understood -- and her velvety haunches looked every bit as mountable as any fleecy sheep's.

The ram started to sidestep, trying to circle around behind the girl so that he could mount her properly and throw a ram-style fucking into her juicy pussy.

But Mary turne�d with him.

Rocky halted, his big head swaying from side to side in confusion. He could sense that the girl was hot for sex. Why was she keeping her head turned towards him? Why didn't she let him get behind her so that they could fuck properly?

He moved sideways again.

She turned with him again, advancing.

Rocky halted. He was perplexed. He had been astounded when she made him come with her hands and he was an intelligent sort of brute. He realized that maybe there were more mysterious delights involved in fucking with humans.

Mary crawled in face first, smiling.

Her mouth was open and her tongue pushed out.

The ram realized that a human mouth, open like that, was quite similar to a cunt. He could see that it would be possible to fuck a girl in the mouth quite satisfactorily. But he couldn't figure out why the girl would want to fuck that way.

Did she want him to shoot in her mouth?

He'd seen her licking her lips, and she certainly seemed to enjoy drinking his jism.

M∞aybe a human mouth was an erotic instrument, a fuck zone unknown to the limited mind of a sheep?

Whatever -- Rocky was willing.

Rams have no sense of morals.

Rocky didn't even know that he was participating in the terrible perversion of
b********y. But Mary knew.

And it thrilled her all the more because it was so wicked!

She crawled up to the ram, watching his prick sway slightly from side to side and jolt up to a new hardness. She curled up onto her flank, one knee raised, her face just in front of his cockhead. She gazed at the tasty slab of dark cockmeat, anticipating the pleasure she was going to have when she sucked his prick.

Her mouth watered at the sight.

Rocky stood stiff-legged and rigid, waiting to see what new delights the horny young girl had in store for him.

She leaned in and her tongue fluttered out.

She licked lightly at the tip of his hot prick, then drew back to let the meaty flavor tingle o�n her tastebuds, to appreciate that first taste of cock.

It was yummy!

Ohhhh, she thought, this is going to be fun!

Ducking in again, the cock-hungry girl began to run her hot tongue all over his glistening meat, laving and licking and slurping on the succulent slab. His prick-knob ballooned in her face. She pushed the tip of her tongue right up inside his parted cleft.

Then she began to sweep with long moist strokes around the fat width of the ram's cock-knob, lavishing his meat with devout attention. The more she licked the hungrier she became. She was eager for the b**st to shoot in her mouth, but she was in no real hurry because she was enjoying the taste of the cockmeat that came before the creamy jizz.

A thick drop of pre-cum squeezed from his cleft.

She watched it run sluggishly down the slope of his cockhead. Then she gathered the drop up with her tongue and purred with joy. She had figured right -- cum was even more delicious w�hen lapped up from a prick!

She tongued his cock some more and lapped up another glob of slimy pre-cum.

Now she figured that it was time to take the head of his cock into her mouth and suck him to a climax.

She felt an actual physical hunger for his cock and cum, along with the more subtle inner urge that was driving her towards this depraved act.

Her mouth was salivating every bit as much as her cunt was creaming, and her tongue felt as hot as her clit.

Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip of his prick. Then she let her lips slowly part and fed his cockmeat into her mouth.

The ram gave a little lurch as she felt his cockhead buried in a human mouth and discovered that it felt every bit as good as any cunt he had ever fucked. He didn't start fucking her face yet, however. He was willing to let the girl take the initiative, introducing him to the strange, bizarre and wonderful human activity called cocksucking�.

Mary was learning the joys of cocksucking at the same time.

She sucked softly, her cheeks hollowing in, her lips collaring his cock just behind the knob. His cockhead flared out so huge that the sides of his prickhead pressed into both of her cheeks at the same time, giving her the look of a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. Her lips unpeeled, almost turning inside out as she nursed on his succulent cockmeat.

Her tongue switched back and forth against the underside of his cockhead, then folded into a soft, pliable bridge as she bobbed her head up and down, fucking his cock-knob in and out of her mouth and sucking on every precious inch.

"Ummmm-ummm-ummm," she purred, relishing the taste, the temperature, the texture.

She was salivating heavily.

The ram's prick had started to drool steadily, his thick cock slime mixing with the girl's saliva. The mingled juices flowed around in her mouth, washed over her gums, and set her tongue afloat on a sluggish cu�rrent of fuck juice. Some slipped down her gullet.

She was holding his prick in both hands now, not pumping his prick because she wanted to do it all with her mouth. She pushed back on his sheath so that his massive cockhead flared out in her lips. As her head bobbed back, about half of that big meaty prick slipped from her mouth. Cum and saliva steamed from the hot cockmeat, evaporating in the air as she worked hungrily on the tip. Then she ducked down and took all of the cock into her mouth again, her nose twitching as it came into contact with the curled rim of his woolly sheath.

The ram began to fuck gently, not the way he would have lustily fucked a cunt. He calmly fucked his bloated cockhead in and out. The dripping tip of the prick lodged in her throat, causing her to gag, then drew out until only the very end remained collared between her lips.

Her tongue was bridged under the slab, a pink carpet over which his prick could fuck triumphantly into her throat. S�he was gurgling with joy, the moist sounds muffled on his cockmeat. The knowledge struck her as much as the physical sensations. She was getting fucked in the mouth by an a****l! The depravity, the degradation, the wickedness all enhanced the thrill.

"Unghhh," she gasped as the huge wad of his cockhead slipped into her gullet, cutting off her air.

Then she purred while the cockmeat fucked between her pursed lips, pulling them almost inside out. She sucked on the tip, milking tasty cum from his cleft.

She sighed, "Ahhhhh."

Rocky began to quiver violently.

His cock-knob ballooned in her mouth, and, sighting down his prick, Mary saw his balls swell alarmingly.

He was about to shoot in her mouth!

A ram was going to unload his cock and balls in her mouth, and she was going to drink it! Fiery waves of pure passion raced through the girl. She trembled in anticipation as much as the b**st. Her lips pulled, her cheeks dragged, her tongue flashed.

Suddenly her mouth was full of� cum.

The jet hit her throat with such force that her head was tilted back, her golden curls bouncing, her blue eyes opening wide in surprise. The ram almost blew her head right off the end of his prick. Mary stiffened and pushed her face back onto his spurting cockmeat, fighting against the tide of his river of cum with all the strength she could muster.

She mouthed his prick-knob again as he hosed her mouth with another squirt. The cum-starved girl was gulping the fuck juice down as fast as she could, but the b**st's load was too much for her. She couldn't manage to swallow it all. Cum filled her mouth, expanded her cheeks and, overflowing her lips, ran down both sides of her chin.

She kept sucking voraciously.

Rocky kept spurting jism out.

Her mouth had been more effective than her hands, and he was coming with more abundance than he had when she'd jacked him off. His balls seemed to be bottomless, spinning out in an endless supply of hot� jism.

At last he stopped spurting.

He stood, splay-legged, his head bobbing up and down over her shoulder, his flanks heaving in and out.

His prick was still in her mouth.

Mary nursed on his cock, milking out every last drop of his cock slime. She used her hands to stroke his prick. Her lips pulled and her tongue flared as she made sure she had gotten every precious drop.

She pulled her mouth away and his dark cockhead bobbed up and down before her face. She used her tongue to lap his prick clean, polishing the solid piece of cockmeat until his prick-knob gleamed with a wet luster like some tasty dark pearl.

Then she sat back on her heels.

Now that the act was over, the cocksucking accomplished and the cum swallowed, Mary wondered how she felt about it.

She had expected to be ashamed of herself, to have to suffer self-recrimination and remorse. She had been willing to suffer such regrets, in fact, figuring that the delici�ous feast of cum was worth it. But now she felt nothing of the sort. With the taste of the ram's succulent cockmeat and delectable jism still lingering on her tastebuds and lips, still warming her gullet and belly, Mary felt no regrets at all.

She looked up at the ram. There was a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had been completely drained and fucked-out by the tremendous force of the climax Mary had given him with her mouth.

The ram stared back at her, his golden eyes fixed speculatively upon her blue eyes.

Mary grinned with delight when she realized that she could look the b**st directly in the eye and feel no embarrassment.

She doubted she could have done that with a human whom she had just given a blowjob to.

There were, she saw, enormous benefits in having sex with dumb a****ls.

And now naughty little Mary, with the taste of cum still lingering in her mouth, began to wonder what else she might enjoy doing with the hot ram.

Chapter 5

Mary wond �ered if she should let the ram fuck her.

Was getting fucked in the cunt by an a****l more sinful than getting fucked in
the mouth? She wasn't sure. It certainly didn't seem any naughtier, but such things were hard to judge.

She wondered, too, if a girl could lose her virginity to an a****l. Was it the mere fact of having a prick up a girl that divested her of her cherry, or did that prick had to be attached to a human being?

Maybe an a****l cock was like using a dildo or a sausage or something. That would be handy, no doubt of that. A girl could get all the a****l cock she wanted and still retain her purity. She couldn't be sure about it and realized that, for the sake of convenience, she might well be stretching a point.

But the thought of having Rocky's massive cock fucking in and out of her pussy was awfully exciting.

The ram, having come twice now, no longer felt horny.

He was grazing, big-horned head down. His cock was semi-hard now, looping out in a fat c �urve, sweeping down from his loins. The dark-gray tip glistened with the polished luster that the girl's mouth had put on it.

He eyed the girl as he grazed.

His balls had been nicely emptied. But, still, who knew what other treats the girl might have in store for him? Not desperate with need now, the stout creature was nevertheless willing to perform whatever other strange human perversions might arise.

And Mary felt pretty certain that a few strokes or a lick would soon have his cockmeat stiff again.

But should she do such a naughty thing?

Blowing the b**st had made the girl as hot as she had ever been in her life, and her inhibitions were flagging, but still she could not make up her mind. Fucking a ram was not the sort of thing that an innocent young virgin took lightly.

Mary might not have pondered the question so deeply had she realized that such things were not so uncommon as one might suppose, and, in fact, there was a family tradition of a****l fucking ... �

***

Early that morning, Bess Wilson, Mary's mother, had woke up feeling like a nice bit of prick. Bess was a good-looking woman. Years of hard living on the farm had not wasted her, as it often did with farmers' wives. Her skin was tanned but not leathery, she wore her hair tied back in a prim bun but it was still soft, and hard work had not made her scrawny, but had rather made her shapely. She had an hourglass figure, wide hips and big tits around a narrow waist.

She came awake all of a sudden, with the sharp realization that she was horny as hell.

She rested on her back and stared at the ceiling for awhile.

Her husband, Clem, had not fucked her for nearly a month now, as near as she could recall. He seldom had the energy to fuck. Clem labored in the fields six days a week, long and hard. On Sundays he relaxed but, being a religious man, he believed that it was a sin to fuck on the Sabbath, even when fucking his lawfully wedded wife.

Bess had made other arrangements.

But whe �n she was feeling fuckable, she always, being a devoted wife, gave her husband first crack at her cunt.

Clem had started to stir beside her in bed now.

It was not yet dawn, for the farmer's day started early, and Bess hoped there was time for a fuck. She reached out and cupped her husband's cock and balls. His prick was soft and his balls were shriveled. She began to fondle his cock and was rewarded by a twitch in his prick and a slight swelling in his balls. He groaned in semi-slumber.

Bess would have liked to suck his prick up nice and hard. She knew that a little sucking was guaranteed to stiffen even a fatigued cock. In her youth, before she was wed, Bess had been known as the best blower in seven counties and few were the local lads who had not had head from her. But Clem didn't know that. She had never given him a blow job.

She had started to go down on him on their wedding night.

Clem had been scandalized.

"That's whorish behavior," he told her.

Bess had batted her eye s and looked innocent and said, "Oh, I thought that was what wives were expected to do."

"Naw, you got that wrong, woman," he said, calmed by her obvious innocence. "That's a perversion and a blasphemy."

So Bess hadn't blowed Clem.

She judged it wouldn't be wise to tell him that she had sucked the cocks of countless boys.

In the early days of their marriage, their sex life had been adequate, for Clem was lusty enough and not yet worn out by years of hard labor. He had fucked her almost every night, but only in the missionary position and only in the cunt, to be sure, but she was relatively satisfied. But their fucking had fallen off drastically after awhile and soon Clem was only screwing her once a month or so.

Bess had considered taking a lover. But she knew that adultery was a sin. So she started fucking a****ls instead. Just as Clem's cock was starting to get nice and hard, he gave a lurch and sat up in bed. Bess smiled at him.

He stared down at his cock, which was in he �r hand.

"Good God, woman!" he said.

"Clem?"

"It's morning! Only a whore would fondle a man's member in the cold gray light of dawn!"

"But I'm feeling horny, Clem," she insisted.

Clem hopped out of bed, scrawny as a scarecrow, his arms and legs flopping about like a disjointed puppet and his cock sticking straight out. He was staring down at that hard-on with a look of horror and revulsion on his face. He figured it was a sin to have a hard-on at dawn. What sort of pervert was he wed to? And it was Saturday, to boot -- the Sabbath but one day away!

Clem ignored his hard-on and got dressed.

Bess sighed.

She got up and made breakfast. Her pussy was like a smoldering ember between her shapely thighs. Clem stared at her sadly as he chewed his flapjacks. She could tell that he was having thoughts of Sodom and Gomorrah. She wouldn't have minded
a nice bit of sodomy, herself. But she knew it was useless to persist. She was thankful that she had worked out alternative arr �angements.

Clem stomped off to the fields, his hogwasher overalls flapping around his skinny shanks.

A little later sweet little Mary went out to wander around innocently, looking like an adorable golden doll in her dress and bonnet.

Bess, dutiful wife that she was, cleaned up the breakfast table and did her morning chores.

Then she went out to the barn.

Ringo the bull was standing in his stall.

He was a massive black brute, horned and horny. All the farmers for miles around fetched their cows over to be fucked by Ringo and never once had the bovine brute failed.

He had never failed Bess either.

When the woman walked into the shadowed barn, the bull raised his huge head, the ring in his nose glinting. His wide nostrils flared and, scenting her sexual heat, his prick rippled.

The bull was not as intelligent or as imaginative as Rocky the ram and it had never dawned on him that fucking a human was a perversion. He merely thought of Bess as a cow and himself as a fucking machine. �

Bess stood back and regarded the bull wistfully for a moment. She wondered sometimes if it was wrong to fuck an a****l. She knew it was not as wrong as adultery would be and so it was justified, the lesser of two evils.

Nothing could be as wrong as a horny, unfucked cunt.

She stepped into his stall. The bull's big head came around as he looked at her. He was slobbering but she didn't mind -- she wasn't going to kiss him. She pulled a stool up. It was more normally used as a milking stool, but it did just as well for milking hot cum out of pricks.

Sitting on the stool beside his massive flank, Bess reached under the brute with both hands and began to pull and fondle his cock and balls. She took little pleasure in this. She didn't feel at all romantic about the b**st, simply regarding him as a city woman would regard her cock-shaped vibrator. But still, when she felt his massive cockmeat start to tense, then harden, the woman felt a rush of hot pleasure.

Out came the bull's huge co ˇck.

Longer and longer and fatter and fatter grew the bull's prick.

Gazing lustfully at that enormous prick, Bess marveled that she was able to take that cock up her cunt. The huge prick-knob seemed wider than her pelvis, the cockshaft longer than her torso.

Where the hell did the prick go when he fucked her?

And his balls were big as watermelons.

When he shot such a load into her, it was a wonder that she was not simply washed away on the tide.

Thinking of being stuffed brimful of that black cockmeat made her cunt steam and cream. Cuntjuice dripped from the rim of the stool. She stood up and took her dress off, not wanting to get it soaked. Then she sat down and played with his prick some more.

His cock was iron hard now and pulsating.

Ringo stood patiently, enjoying her hands. He loved her nice tight pussy too. Cows were often sloppy, even with his huge cock, but Bess' cunt really pressured his prick and sucked. On the whole, Ringo thought that he preferred Bess to most any cow.

The � head of his cock had started to dribble.

Ribbons of milky white jism trickled down the smooth black slope of his cockmeat. Bess leaned in and tongued up a mouthful of the stuff. She had never sucked the bull off -- that would have been perverted, she reckoned -- but she did like to drink a little of his spunk once in a while. Bess had always adored a mouthful of cum back in the days when she was the champion cocksucker of the country. Now that she was married to a man who did not believe in blowjobs she had to get her cum where she could. Her tongue flattened on his cockmeat, slurping upwards, gathering up the delicious cock slime onto her tastebuds.

Her saliva lathered his cockhead in place of his cum.

Licking that lovely prick was making Bess so hot that she was afraid she might come before she got her pussy full, and she decided she had better get on with it. Creaming with an empty cunt had always seemed a waste to Bess.

She moved the stool ar πound in front of the bull.

His cock loomed out, the prick-knob extending all the way up to his front legs so that he seemed to stand astride of his cock. Bess sat on the stool and positioned her shoulders back against the rails of the stall. She needed to be securely supported or else she would not be able to wedge that bull's cock up her cunt.

The stool was just the right height.

When Bess arched her back and tilted her crotch up, the head of the bull's prick nuzzled into her groin. She spread her legs wide apart. Reaching down with both hands, she opened her cuntlips wide, pulling the fleshy folds over the tip of the bull's prick.

Then she began to work her cunt down over his cock.

It was a long slow process, but one that she enjoyed. She shot one hip down, then the other, feeding an inch of bull cock into her cunt at a time.

She felt like a boa constrictor devouring a pig.

The bull's cockhead was halfway up her and sh �e already felt stuffed to the brim, but she knew from happy experience that she could manage a lot more than that.

Inch by inch she squirmed down. Ringo stood rigid.

The first time they had fucked he had started to hump her, as he would have a cow, but that had been futile. His big, blunt prick had battered her away. So he had learned to stand stiff and let the woman work his cockmeat into her pussy.

It made a pleasant change from cud-chewing creatures who stood docile as he
fucked away.

"Ummmm," purred Bess as her cunt spread out around that black cockhead and her clit rubbed against the smooth prickmeat. She was no longer sorry that her husband had declined her offer. She had quite rightly given him first crack at her cunt, but the bull's cock was a hell of a lot more satisfying than Clem's prick. If Clem felt compelled to rush off to plow the fields, this plowing was a welcome alternative.

Suddenly his cock-knob slipped in �.

"Oooooh," she cried.

Her cuntlips collared his thick cock just behind the crown and his massive prick-knob throbbed within her pussy. His cock felt like a white-hot lump of iron inside her belly. Her pussy began to work on his cock, the inner muscles tightening in a series of concentric rings, sucking on his cockhead just as if she had a secret mouth in her cunt.

She pushed down, taking more cock up her pussy.

She had never managed to take all of that huge prick in, but she knew she could take half, and she worked towards that objective now, her belly heaving, her hips pumping, her ass grinding. She took inch after inch up her smoldering cunt.

The huge prick-knob surged in, wedging a passage open, prying and levering into the depths of her loins, forging a way for the thick cockshaft that followed. Bess squirmed on that huge prick like a pig on a spit, roasting over the fires of her own passion.

She had as much prick up her as she could manage now.

His cock �had bottomed out in her belly.

She began to turn from side to side, winding her cunt around his prick like a nut about a bolt. Slowly her pussy adjusted to accommodate that vast bulk.

She tried a stroke.

Her cunt was too tight still.

She squirmed around on his cock some more, lubricating and spreading her well-stuffed pussy. When she stroked again, she slid up his prick, then back down on the thick cockshaft. Her cuntlips turned almost inside out as they dragged up his prickmeat, then were stuffed back inside her as she pushed down again. The bull began to fuck very gently, sort of swinging his prick in and out, meeting her cunt as she slid down.

Gazing down at her belly, Bess was surprised that she could not see the outline of his cock lifted up in a furrow along her loins, pushing her innards out of place. A dreamy smile turned her lips upwards as she relished that sweet load of hot cockmeat, cherished that s �tout stuffing.

Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around a flaming wick and her clit was going off like a detonator. She moaned and whimpered. The bull began to snort, pawing at the floor of the stall with one foot, his massive head swaying back and forth as if stunned by the sensation.

Braced against the stall, Bess threw her legs up and hooked her knees over his cock, gripping the fat prick between her thighs so that she was mounted on his cock like a horizontal flagpole sitter. Her ass began to churn wildly now as she increased the tempo and Ringo began to fuck his prick in with vigor as they began fucking furiously.

Bess shuddered and came.

Then she came again.

Stuffed to the gunwales with throbbing bull prick, the horny woman was going off like a machine gun, her orgasms rattling through her pussy in volleys. She moaned and wailed and whimpered. Her hot fuck juices poured out onto his fucking cock. As her pussy lubricated itself, the mighty � bull was able to fuck into her more fluidly, fucking his prick in faster with every stroke.

Ringo bellowed.

Bess felt his hot jism squirt into her cunt in a creamy jet.

Her own multiple orgasm surged to a new peak as she thrilled to the joy of being hosed full of cum.

The bull was coming by the bucketful, dose after dose of hot thick cum flooding her. Bess' steaming cuntjuice gushed out to blend with the bull's cum.

At long last, the bull's balls were drained.

His prick began to sway up and down, lifting and lowering the woman who was still spiked on the end of his prick.

Bess continued to squirm as she worked off the last sparks and the final drops of her prolonged climax. With her thighs clamped around his cock and her knees hooked over, she rode up and down, tipping the stool over. Cum and cuntjuice ran down her crotch and spread out on the floor like spilled milk.

His cock began to soften and diminish.

Bess squirmed off his ⁄prick, going out inch by inch, emptying her cunt just as she had filled her pussy. When his cockhead finally popped out of her, his prick bobbed up and down. The tip was dripping, slathered with mingled cum and cuntjuice. Thick drops splashed onto her belly. Bess slid down onto the floor of the stall, sitting under the bull's front legs, watching his prick sway up and down. That black cockmeat, streaked with fuck cream and cum, looked delicious.

She ducked forward and began to tongue his cockhead, gathering up all the precious fuck juices, quenching her appetite for cum and savoring the flavor of her own cuntjuice. She laved all over the prick-knob and slurped up and down the cockshaft. She crawled right under the brute and licked his collapsed balls, as if to show the gratitude she felt for the sweet load of cum they had poured into her. She licked back up to the prickhead and slobbered again.

She continued to tongue the bull's prick until his entire cock had � dropped down, hanging under his loins, spent.

She knew he would soon be potent again -- as soon as she needed another cuntful of big bull prick.

But she was satisfied for now.

She mopped her frothy pussy up with a handful of straw and put her cotton dress back on.

She left the stall and walked out of the barn without looking back. Ringo was only a dumb a****l, and she felt no need to say goodbye to the brute. She had kissed his cock and balls in gratitude -- the rest of the a****l didn't count.

Bess returned to the farmhouse where, like any good country wife who had not taken a lover, she did the rest of her chores.

Chapter 6

If Mary had known that her mother fucked the bull regularly, she would probably have been less inhibited about letting the ram fuck her -- especially since she had already sucked him off. But she had no idea that her mother was a bullfucker. Nor could she ask advice of her mother, not the way she could ask naughty Lulu May Dickens.

Mary had i �ntended to ask Lulu May about fucking and blowing men, anyhow, and she guessed maybe she could work in a few questions about a****l fucking, making it sound as if she were curious rather than eager. If Lulu May was as naughty as she was said to be, she shouldn't object to those questions. She might even be flattered that Mary took an interest in her affairs. Of course, Lulu May might not know anything about fucking a****ls.

If she was getting fucked by men, she might never have felt the need or the urge to make it with an a****l. Mary would have to