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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 cunt juice 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 cunt
juice 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 cunt juice.  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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                         ...(Continued In Chapter SIX)

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