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Mary Had A Hot Ram
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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 li?w 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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