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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
girl---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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"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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"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 side-stepped 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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"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 is to 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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"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.  Cunt juice 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's 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 cunt juice.  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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