Mary Had a Hot Ram

David Crane
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Chapter 3

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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 Ωjust 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 didn’t 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 behind 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 cock sheath 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 angles 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 right 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.

HisΩ 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 faceful 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 cunt juice gushed out to mingle with the ram jism.

Mary was so hot that she didn’t know if she had come or not. Her fuck juices had certainly flowed, but that draining did nothing to reduce the surging lust in her cunt.

His cock had stopped dripping now and her legs fell away. She rested there, spread-eagled in the grass, her whole body heaving as she panted with wild passion.

The ram sidestepped away from her body.

He looked thunderstruck, amazed that human hands could have brought such pleasure to him.

His big prick had only softened slightly, enough to bob up and down. However, his cock had hardly diminished 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 mouthful 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 cock meat.

She blushed with 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 wouldn’t spill a drop.

Mary decided to suck the ram off.

 

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