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Mary Had a Hot Ram, Parts One and Two
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From [email protected] Mon Dec 3 19:37:46 CST 1990
Chapters one and two of a story called "Mary Had A Hot Ram", a sort of parody
(of a rather graphic sort) of the Mary Had A Little Lamb children's poem.
I did not write this story and do not know who the author is. I only have
the first 5 chapters of the story, there is at least a 6th chapter or maybe
more. If anyone else has them, please mail them to me or post them here.
Don't ask me for any of the chapters past chapter 5 because I don't have them.
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"MARY HAD A HOT RAM"
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(Chapter One)
.....By Harry Balls.
INTRODUCTION:
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...Most of us lead two lives...real
and fantasy. The housewife imagines
herself leading a life of luxury.
The businessman imagines himself
away from the rat race, fishing by a
quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of
becoming a famous athlete. And then
there are sexual fantasies...wild
dreams that we seldom expect to see
come true.
In this story, Mary Wilson has
learned to be honest with her sexual
desires, and she becomes a girl whom
many would brand a slut and others
would merely call liberated. She is
a girl dedicated to becoming a
sexually liberated soul---a person
who not only feels sexually free,
but who has been compelled to
unshackle others from the bonds of
puritanism.
MARY HAD A HOT RAM deals with a
volatile issue, an issue that
government has tried to define, that
churches have tried to repress, that
swingers have tried to
advocate...but perhaps the answer
lies with the individual. Let him
or her decide his own standard of
morality where sex between
consenting individuals is concerned,
just as Mary has done.
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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 his life,
the ram would have been ready to
challenge all other rams for the
right to fuck the fat, wooly 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 glowing
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 beast. As
a soft wooly 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 animals fucked and observed
those bestial fuckings with
interest. She was'nt 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
powerful 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
herself 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 could'nt 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 of 18,
Mary did not have any sexy
underwear. She had no money of her
own with which to buy any. The
local general store did'nt 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 had'nt yet 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 did'nt 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 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 became 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
that seem 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 had'nt yet decided what to
think about, what fantasy to employ
while she worked on her hot cunt.
Usually she thought 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 than 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 raped her.
Mary was a normal heterosexual
girl.
She had never thought about doing
anything naughty with another
gir---yet.
Nor had she ever thought about
fucking with an animal.
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
beast. His powerful muscles had
trembled and vibrated under 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 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 began 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 the nipples.
She wished that she were agile
enough to get her head down there
and tongue her sparking clit.
But she knew that she could'nt.
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 began 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 the hole.
Her cunt sucked on her fingers,
the inner 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 farm-hands 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...
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(Continued in Chapter Two.....)
"MARY HAD A HOT RAM"
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(Chapter Two)
....by Harry Balls.
(Continued From Chapter One.)
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
animal.
Yet she still felt embarrassed.
Animal 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
talanted 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 could'nt bring herself
to continue while those golden 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-grey 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 did'nt 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 could'nt 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 beast'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 did'nt
have the heart to stop the beast 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.
Trickles 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 in 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
animal who probably did'nt 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 wondring 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
animals.
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.
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From [email protected] Mon Dec 3 19:37:57 CST 1990
Chapters three and four of the "Mary Had A Hot Ram" story.
I did not write this work.
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"MARY HAD A HOT RAM"
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(Chapter THREE)
....by Harry Balls.
(Continued From Chapter Two.)
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
was'nt sure if such things were
possible, if the fuck could be
arranged, 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
animal 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 was'nt sure
how to get at the beast 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
his 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 just a little harmless and
enjoyable amusement? It wasn't, she
reasoned, as if she were actually
fucking an animal. 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 did'nt
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 that 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
below 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 ankles 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 right 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 animal'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 much 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.
His 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 facefull of animal 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 did'nt
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
dimished 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, her
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 mouthfull
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 animal 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 the 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
would'nt spill a drop.
Mary decided to suck the ram
off.
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...(CONTINUED in Chapter FOUR.)
"MARY HAD A HOT RAM"
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(Chapter FOUR.)
....by Harry Balls.
(Continued From Chapter Three.)
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 naughty 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 turned 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 did'nt 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 could'nt
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.
Maybe 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 bestiality.
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 on 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 beast
to shoot in her mouth, but she was
in no real hurry because she was
enjoying he 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 when 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
current 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 triunphantly into
her throat. She 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 animal! 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 beast. 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 beast's load
was too much for her. She could'nt
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
delicious 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
beast 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
animals.
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.
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...(Countinued In Chapter FIVE).
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"MARY HAD A HOT RAM"
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(Chapter FIVE.)
....by Harry Balls.
(Continued From Chapter Four.)
Mary wondered if she should let
the ram fuck her.
Was getting fucked in the cunt by
an animal 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
animal. Was it the mere fact of
having a prick up a girl that
divested her of her cherry, or did
that prick have to be attached to a
human being?
Maybe an animal 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 animal 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 curve, 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 beast 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 animal fucking...
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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 farmer's
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 hour-glass
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 when 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 eyes 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 would'nt 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 animals
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 her 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 arrangements.
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 animal. 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 beast, 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 cock.
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
melons.
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 around 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 she 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 cock-meat 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
big 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 stout
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 wimpered. 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 animal, and
she felt no need to say goodbye to
the brute. She had kissed his cock
and balls in gratitude--- the rest
of the animal 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.
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