Archive-name: Bestial/hotram1.f
Archive-author: Harry Balls
Archive-title: Mary had a Hot Ram - Chapter 1


...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.



 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. 
 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 dress. It
gave her a thrill.
 It was also handy for frigging herself off. It was a bother to 
have to remove her panties when she felt like a quick fingerfucking
and if she left them on she always got the crotchband soaking wet, 
which was awfully embarrassing when her mother washed them in the tub.
 She had'nt yet decided if she would give herself a handjob today. 
It was a Saturday and she had slept later than usual. By the time that
she awoke, her mother was banging the gong to announce that breakfast
was on the table.
 Usually on Saturday mornings when she did'nt have to hurry to get to
school, Mary liked to stay in bed and enjoy a long and leisurely
fingerfucking session.
 This morning she had been forced to make a choice---she could miss
breakfast and have a good come, or she could forego the pleasures of
her pussy for those of her tummy. 
Mary had a healthy appetite and she could smell bacon and coffee. 
Furthermore, having just awakened, she had not had time to think the
sort of thoughts that usually got her cunt smoldering. Anyhow, she
reasoned, she could always fingerfuck later on if she wanted
to. So she went down to breakfast.
 Then she wandered out to the fields. Now she began to squirm on the
log as, thinking of the things that naughty Lulu May might have done,
she became aroused and horny.
 The idea of fingerfucking herself in the fresh air was attractive. An
outdoor handjob seemed sort of wholesome. She was in no hurry to come.
 Coming was the best part, certainly, but Mary liked to enjoy
the build up and the preliminaries. She looked around to make sure that
there was no one who could see her, then, smiling, she began to unbutton
the front of her dress. Spreading it open, she tilted her face down
and looked at her tits.
 They were lovely tits. Mary had been amazed when they
first became so large and shapely, and she admired them a great deal. 
Her tits were full and firm, and her nipples were big and fat. When they
got stiff, as they were now, they stood out like little pink
spaceships ready to be launched. She knew that the boys in school
looked at her tits a lot.
 But they looked at the rest of her, too.
 Mary's ass was shaped like a teardrop, firm and sweeping. Her
waist was tiny and her hips were rounded. She had long, shapely legs
that seem to have been designed for wrapping around a man's haunches as
he fucked her and had a gently sloping belly fashioned to pump a
man dry.
 Her face was well matched to that splendid body. She had big blue
eyes that looked innocent when they were wide open but not so innocent
when they were narrowed with desire. Her mouth was wide and full and
sensual, the lower lip slightly turned down in a cute pout. Her
hair was thick and blonde, like coils of spun gold tumbling to her
shoulders, cascading over her cheeks.
 Now she gazed down at her tits. As she looked, as if her vision
were gently caressing her, her nipples began to grow and stiffen.
 She cupped her tits in her hands,lifting the plump tits and pushing
them together into deep cleavage. Cupping her tits in her palms and
fingers, she began to seep her thumbs back and forth across the
nips.
 She was starting slowly. Mary had'nt yet decided what to
think about, what fantasy to employ while she worked on her hot cunt.
 Usually she thought about Jimmy Wilson or George Hubble. They were
the best-looking boys at her school.But sometimes she liked to think
about nameless strangers. Sometimes she fantasized about more than one
nameless stranger at once, imagining what it would be like to have two or
three horny young men fondling her at the same time.
 She had even pretended that she had sneaked into a monastery where
monks had been without women for years, and she had fantasized about
a jailbreak, when a dozen escaped convicts who'd had nothing better
than their own fists for their long incarcerations raped her.
 Mary was a normal heterosexual girl.
 She had never thought about doing anything naughty with another
gir---yet.
 Nor had she ever thought about fucking with an animal. Like, say, 
a ram...Yet there had been a nagging sensation, a dark thrill that was
not yet knowledge the last time she had fondled Rocky the Ram. Mary had
felt the sexuality of the potent beast. His powerful muscles had
trembled and vibrated under her hands and his head had tossed about
as he snorted with vague significance.
 The girl had become sexually aroused and had had to rub herself
off three times afterwards before she was satiated. Yet she was still
innocent and did not realize that it was the ram who had turned her on.
 And perhaps the ram had not yet realized why his balls had bloated
and his big prick tensed as Mary petted him.
 Both girl and ram sensed what they did not yet realize...
 Mary squirmed on the fallen tree, the rough bark stimulating her juicy
pussy.
 She lifted her tits higher and ducked her head lower, pushing her
tongue out. She began to lick her stiff nipples. She was lucky, she 
thought, that her tits were big enough so she could mouth her own nips.
She would be even luckier when she got some handsome boy to do it for her, she
figured. She lapped away, her face turning as she switched back and
forth from taut tip to tip. Then she gently slurped one nipple into
her lips and began to nurse. Her nipples seemed to explode in
her lips.
 She switched to the other. It was like a stick of dynamite.
 The rippling thrill ran through her tits and rushed down her belly
and swirled in waves in her crotch. She could feel her clit expand just
like the nipples. She wished that she were agile enough to get her head 
down there and tongue her sparking clit.
 But she knew that she could'nt. She had tried once. She had sat on the
edge of her bed and bent down as far as she could go, but her tongue had 
fallen just short--- frustratingly short--- of her creamy cunt. Then she had
leaned back and had thrown her ass and hips up, her feet over her head,
and had tried to get at her tasty-looking pussy that way. But
she had failed by inches again. Her cunt, just over her eager upturned
face, had fluttered and the cuntlips had unfurled and a drop of hot
cuntjuice had fallen right onto her straining tongue. Mary had let it
run around on her tastebuds for a moment, finding it delicious, then
had swallowed it down.
 Her failure had left her pussy smoldering. Her fingers had done the job 
but she still yearned for a nimble tongue to lave her cunt.
 Mary mouthed her tits and nipples for some time, growing hotter by the
second.
 Then she hiked her ass up from the log and drew her dress up above
the waist. Parting her sleek thighs, she gazed down at her pussy. 
She was very fond of her cunt because her pussy gave her so much
pleasure and was looking forward to the day when her cunt would be
giving someone else pleasure at the same time.
 Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower,
opening to the morning sunlight and still streaked with pearly dew. Her
pussy had opened and was flooded with cuntjuice. The darker inner
flesh was streaked with fuck cream and her clit button stood out in a
taut nugget.
 Not touching herself with her hands yet, the oversexed farm girl
caressed her cunt with her vision. She licked her lips. She began 
running the tips of her fingers slowly up the velvety flesh
of her inner thighs, teasing herself, stopping just short of her
pussy. She wriggled on the log, starting to pant. Her fingers
traced up the creased folds where her legs joined her pelvis, running
parallel to her steaming cunt.
 She flicked a fingertip over her clit. She shuddered all over with the
sensation. Bringing her hand up to her lips,she moistened her fingertips
with spit, then flicked them over her clit bud again. When she brought
them back to her mouth, she could taste her own delicious cuntjuice.
She was starting to really squirm by this time. Her slender back arched,
her fat tits thrusting out. She looked past those looming tit globes
as she eyed her pussy. She began to fondle her cunt with both hands.
 With one hand she stroked her turbulent clit. with the other,
tilting her wrist, she slowly and steadily fucked three stiffened
fingers in and out of the hole. Her cunt sucked on her fingers,
the inner muscles contracting as her hole dragged and pulled.
 Her love button expanded and fluttered. Her eyes had narrowed and her
lips parted, her pretty young face contorted into a mask of pure
passion. She was panting like a steam engine and hot flashes ran
through her body, melting her loins and shooting like an electric
current up the smooth flesh of her trembling thighs.
 She was almost ready to cream. She fucked her fingers in steadily 
and strummed her clit as if she were playing a banjo. The wild
thrill increased, the passion waves coming higher with each joyful
spasm.
 Just as the horny girl was about to reach the crest, she realized she
was not alone. She was being watched! "Oh!" she cried, blushing with
embarrassment.
 Her hands stopped moving. She was about to pull her dress down to
conceal her creamy shame. She looked about frantically, wondering who 
was watching her. Was it one of the farm-hands or, worse,
her daddy?
 Then she saw the eyes that were fixed upon her. They were golden eyes.
 Rocky the Ram was watching the horny girl masturbate...

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  ( CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2 )
