SHEEP GIRL
By Jon Reskind


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an,
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true" was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself
for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those
who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Nestled in a tiny valley, which the immigrant Norwegians who settled the area called
coulees in remembrance of their native Norway with its rolling hills and wooded,
verdant farmlands, lay a farm snuggly tucked in between two wooded ridges. Unlike
most of the other farms in the coulee, this one encompassed nearly two hundred and
fifty acres of black humus soil, with about seventy-five acres serving as grazing land for
cattle and a few sheep. The rest was tillable soil, with the minor exception of the
willow-lined creek which ran the boundary between the Hagan's and the Knudson's
property.
The majestic, red brick farm house, four stories in all if one counted the basement and
attic, sat on a small knoll with two pine trees framing the picturesque beauty of the
white trimmed house surrounded with blooming holly hocks and low shrubs, except on
the north side where Ralph Hagan swore God had cursed the land. No plant could
endure the subzero weather of the cold Wisconsin winters and live to bear blossoms the
next summer.
Now, in the searing July sun blazing down on the dry dusty farmyard where a few
heifers and the Shetland Pony, Smokey, lay swatting flies with swishing bristled tails
while they drank in the summer sun, a young girl wiped a trickle of perspiration from
her freckled forehead with the back of her petite hand.
"Come, Wooly," she implored of her pet sheep, giving an extra tug on the halter. "You
have to cooperate better than this." She shot the sheep a grimace of displeasure, and
with hands on her slim sixteen-year-old hips, shook her finger in lecture. I told you
before the judges at the state fair will only give me three minutes to show them what a
beautiful prize animal you are... how you'll let me lead you and give you orders that
you'll obey. Now come on, let's try it once more. It's too hot today to fool around."
They made one more dusty circle, the girl, blonde-haired and blue eyed – typically
Norwegian – threw her long braid over her shoulder and straightening her posture in
composure paraded around the barnyard much to the amusement of the lazy animals
who watched with wide cow eyes.
The cows were her state fair judges now, and the girl proudly smiled at them, each in
turn. Yes, that's how she'd win the purple championship, she'd smile and show them
she was confident, that she knew her sheep was the most beautiful animal in the world.
And Wooly was, without a doubt. Mary's father, Ralph Hagan, had purchased Wooly
from a tri-state breeder last spring. Although he was artificially bred, a fact that Mary
was not particularly proud of, he had won high acclaim at the county fair. A big blue
ribbon that hung on a nail in Wooly's stall in a separate corner of the barn, far away
from the calves who might contaminate the prize animal with contagious disease,
attested to that.
At the time her father purchased Wooly, Mary had debated between a calf and a sheep,
knowing full well that 4-H competition in sheep was not nearly as rigid as in the dairy
cattle class. "You'll be able to handle a sheep," her father reassured her as he lifted the
baby sheep from the back of his pickup truck, "but I'm not so sure about calves.
They're a little more spunky; meant for a boy to handle."
That was not the first time she'd been chided for her interest in handling and raising
animals. In fact, Mary Hagan had become a legend in her high school, being the only
female to enroll in the agriculture class. At first it had caused a stir among her male
classmates and there'd been a lot of off-color comments about her interest in animals,
but she suffered the abuse, telling them in her cool calm voice that she wanted to be a
veterinarian when she grew up and that she didn't feel it necessary to have to defend
her position. "Who said that only females could take ag, anyway?" she'd asked her ag
teacher who'd politely suggested it might be to her interest to forget the whole thing.
And that's when her Norwegian temper flared Viking. "Why should I? I'll go to the
principal... to the head of the school board if I have to, but I'm not going to jeopardize
my future because of some immature boys would can't stand to have a female get a
better score then they."
Mary Hagan got her way...
Photographers from the local Banger Times came out to the farm and took pictures of
Mary with the cattle, Mary with her sheep, Mary driving a tractor. The twelve-page,
local newspaper wrote a glowing article on the sixteen-year-old girl and as a result the
chamber of commerce offered to back her in the Dairy in Queen contest, an honor
which she accepted, but lost in the run-off.
Defeat was not easy for her to accept; not by any means. Mary had always been a
winner and she'd served as Secretary to the Forensics Club, President of Student
Council, Librarian to the Future Homemakers of America. The only time she lost was
to Fred Jensen, and she knew when she ran for President of the Future Farmers of
America she was taking on stiff competition... knew the boys in her class despised her
for her arrogance.
Mary Hagan was "such a nice girl." Always on the honor roll, attended church every
Sunday, even taught Sunday School to the first graders. But there were secrets she held
from the public eye. Like her relationship with Danny, for instance.
If Mary was the golden girl of Banger High, Danny was surely the golden boy... he was
president of every club that Mary was not. To top it all off, he was an athlete; he played
football, basketball, and when the track season was over, he played baseball in the
summer time. All-around-boy, son of the town's only lawyer, with money to boot.
Couldn't be a better match, their parents agreed, especially Mary's who secretly wanted
her to forget her fantasies about living on a farm all her life. They knew what it was to
pray on hands and knees every time the storm clouds rose black in the east for fear the
corn crop, or the delicate tobacco crop would be wiped out in one night of hail and
high winds. They wanted something better for their daughter, and they agreed
wholeheartedly: that something better was Danny. He'd make a lot of money some day,
just like his dad; he'd support their Mary in high style.
Tugging at the rope, the girl and her sheep choking in their dust, abandoned practice
for the day. "Time for water and then I'll feed you," she told the wet nosed animal,
scratching him behind his ear. "I want to get you all prettied up for when cousin Ann
comes to visit tomorrow. She's coming all the way from San Francisco to stay with us
for a couple of weeks. You'll like her... come on now, run along and I'll be right there."
She unclasped the hook on Wooly's halter and out of habit, the sheep stampeded off for
his water dish. Being clothed in that heavy wool all summer, just for the sake of his
blue ribbon reputation was no easy burden, especially when the other sheep on the
farm lolled in green pastures, shaven of their four-inch thick winter coats. Such a price
for fame!
Mary pulled the skirt of her cotton summer dress taut, trying to iron out some of the
wrinkles. Despite the amount of time she spent in the barnyard soaking up earthy
smells and loving it, she was one of those girls who always appeared clean and scrubbed
in every situation. Part of this could be attributed to her blonde hair which hung all the
way down her back with the consistency of fine wire when she let it hang loose. And
when she tied it back, like now when it hung in a single long braid from the nape of
her neck, a blue ribbon tied to the end tuft, she looked more like a fairy tale character
than a farmer's daughter. She always dressed neatly, if not in fashion, changing
frequently, truly one of those children a parent never had to worry might go hippy. She
had been a perfect baby, and ever since then a perfect little lady, except for isolated
cases of temper tantrums, typical of an only child. In the last year she had sprouted up
quite a bit for her sixteen summers, and developed well rounded breasts. Indeed, Mary
was perfectly proportioned in every way for a girl her age, and then some, with enticing
young breasts that were unusually large for a girl her age, a tiny waist and flat, flat
tummy, and long slender – but well-turned-legs which seemed to retain their tan longer
than most girls' did.
Added to this was her long hair and pretty oval face, with pert little upturned nose,
bright, blue Norwegian eyes inherited from her father's side of the fence, and a small
but sultry mouth with a large brown freckle on her lip. Yes, Mary was a real princess...
Inside the barn, emanating the smell of freshly mown hay, she filled Wooly's water dish
full of fresh clear water before fluffing the straw in his stall and discarding the soiled
piles in the gutter of the barn. She smiled and sang to herself as she worked, putting
action to her feeling of happiness. The late afternoon sun created squares of golden
light through the barn's window panes, and her work now finished, Mary crawled up
on a mound of fresh hay next to?. sleeping kitten.
She petted the rust colored kitten who winked and blinked his eyes at her in sleepy
exhaustion. Mary smiled to herself. She was thinking of Danny, her boyfriend of more
than a year... about his tall, handsome body and his pleasantly freckled face topped with
that shock of brown hair. She thought about his tenderness, his concern for her career.
And most of all, what a wonderful husband and father he would make. Will make, she
corrected herself silently. We are going to be married some day and we'll have a couple
of kids and they'll all be super athletes and love animals. Wooly will live with us in the
country. You'll have your own pasture, Wooly, she thought, looking into the animal's
eyes. We'll have orchards and I'll make pickles from the garden, even though Danny'll
make so much money we could buy them in the store if we wanted.
And Mary believed all these things would one day come true, because she believed in
Danny. He was ambitious, had already applied to the University and had made plans
for taking over his father's legal business six years hence.
Still, Mary thought, there were times when she wished that such sacrifices did not have
to be made-times like this summer when because of his job teaching handicrafts to
children in the local park, she could see Danny only twice a week, except for the times
when he'd ride out to her father's farm on his bicycle and she'd sneak out of her
bedroom window and they'd go for a walk down by the creek and lay naked together
under the willow trees with the crickets chirping, the lightning bugs flashing in neon
circles over their heads and the neighbor's German shepherd barking at the moon.
Those were the times Mary didn't want to give up for anything, including Danny's
career.
Opening the gate to Wooly's stall, Mary began to envision her boyfriend's strong body
as it looked when he was playing basketball, dressed in his black and orange and satin
trunks with the big number 32 on the side, his strong biceps and rippling back muscles
oiled with sweat, glistening under the gym lights. How he'd look when the teams'
scores were tied and Danny would have to make that free throw or Banger would lose
the game. How the crowd would hush and all eyes would be on Mary's Danny,
watching his agile body manipulate the ball with his fingers first, his rapt concentration:
Oh, Danny, she thought. One day I'll tell our children about their daddy and they'll be
as proud of you as I am!
Mary's fantasies were no exaggeration. Danny had a magnificently muscled body; any
girl at Banger High would agree to that. "And his thing," giggled Mary to herself as she
opened the gate to the barnyard leading to the creek a quarter of a mile below where
she and Wooly went for a stroll every day after lessons. "His thing is soooo bigggg!" she
chuckled to Wooly who looked up at her with deep puzzled eyes. The girls at Banger
High didn't know about his little curling brown hairs and his flat, hard stomach that
curved into a thickly thatched mound of dark brown pubic hair. And his cock – so
hard and long, that trembled like a leashed animal when he pinned her to the back seat
of his dad's Oldsmobile when he was aroused, its head so thick and reddened and all
sticky with warm white seminal fluid.
Sidestepping the piles of cow dung dotting the cow yard, Mary headed toward the
creek, flushing a bright crimson through her freckled tan at the thought of her
boyfriend's huge prick. God, it was so big it frightened her at times; she remembered
the night after the basketball game when she'd made love to him the first time for real
– she'd thought it would split her in half. Her fear had been groundless, of course,
since she had been able to take all of it inside her and quite comfortably too, after the
first pain of her broken maidenhead. Mary had suffered no parental chiding or
embarrassment, except for her visit to the family doctor when her mother insisted she
have a "complete" physical. Dr. Loyd had looked over his bifocals at her, a
questioningly curious look in his blue eyes. "Was it Danny?" he asked in a professional
voice, confidential and low. She'd raised her head off the examining table, just high
enough to see him pull his plastic gloved fingers from her precious treasure of
femininity, and nodded, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks red with shame. He just smiled
and nodded. "He's a mighty fine boy, Mary." Since then, Mary had given little thought
to the lack of her virginity. She was going to marry Danny anyway. What difference did
it make?
She and Wooly followed a path that wound over hills and knolls til they reached the
grove of willow trees far enough away from the bridge to not be seen, but close enough
to watch the traffic fly by on the lazy late afternoon. They found a patch of ground
unspoiled by the cows who grazed there occasionally, and she lay down looking up at
the cotton clouds joining and splitting, joining and splitting overhead.
If only Danny was here, she thought with a pout of her sultry mouth, making her
freckle stand out all the more. Now relax, she told herself, you'll see him tomorrow
night when cousin Ann doubles with Danny's best friend, Jim. Afterwards you'll have
plenty of time to make love. Oh, but I can't seem to get the picture of that wonderfully
hard cock of his out of my mind... I can almost feel it inside me right now, moving in
and out while he kisses my breasts and puts his tongue in my mouth...
Now stop that! Mary reprimanded herself. What if Mom knew? I can't go around
acting like the only thing in the world is Danny's cock! Think about something else, for
heaven's sake; it's not going to do you any good to get yourself all worked up like this
and not be able to have him here. Think about something else.
Mary smiled to herself as she thought about her cousin Ann. She hadn't seen her since
two years ago and she knew that Ann must have changed drastically in that time.
Dreamily, she wondered if Ann had a boyfriend as neat as Danny, if she went to bed
with him or just petted. Oh, there would be so much to talk about! From what she
remembered, although a young girl's sense of values do change in those formative
years, Mary guessed her cousin Ann would be a pretty girl, especially since she'd lived
in San Francisco all her life with all those hippies and rock stars everywhere you looked.
Staring up at the sky, Mary sighed, wishing she could fall asleep in the sun and have
the nap she needed after getting up at six o'clock in the morning to help her father
round up the heifers in the back pasture. But she was wide awake, and still thinking
about Danny, about him lying there naked on the grass with her, his arms around her...
Once again, the mental image of his huge, warmly pulsating cock came into her mind.
She tried to make it go away and concentrate on the clouds overhead, but it refused to
go away this time; she kept seeing his thick shaft of young virile flesh vividly, as if she
could reach out and touch it. The little tingling sensations had increased since her
thoughts had turned to Danny, and she could feel her nipples harden under her cotton
summer dress.
Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. Stop it this instant! Sexual fantasies 
will get you nowhere and, besides you have Wooly here to keep you company in case you 
need someone to talk to. But looking up, she noticed he was off grazing in the dandelion
studded grass.
The vision of Danny's long hard cock stuck in her mind. And now it was joined by
another image, a scene from the first days of their dating. Lying there, she remembered
the occurrence clearly, very clearly and graphically...
It was an Indian summer's night and she and Danny had worked on the Harvest Dance
float together, both of them being sophomores, and both of them serving as cochairmen 
of the float committee. They'd worked until eleven thirty, til fingers turned
numb from the cold as they glued flowers onto cardboard and stuck paper mache
decorations into the chicken wire atop the Hagan's donated hay wagon. The theme for
the dance was "Indian Summer" befittingly, and the sophomore class had constructed a
wooden Indian out of cardboard and Mary was to ride on the float as the princess.
Danny had offered her a ride home, even though he was taking her to the dance the
next night. But he'd promised he'd get her right home so she could get plenty of sleep
for the parade the next day. She'd smiled flirtatiously back at him when he opened the
car door for her; she appreciated chauvinism at the right times.
Half way out to the Hagan's farm, he pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his father's glove
compartment and toasted to the success of the sophomore float, both of them confident
they would win first prize in the competition, especially since Mary was riding on the
float. They'd sipped whiskey and listened to rock 'n roll over the AM radio station.
Mary had been in an exceptionally flirtatious mood that night, daring and brazen as
any Viking, and she had sat very close to Danny on the three mile drive, feeling closer
to him mentally then she ever had before – probably because of their shared task. She'd
even put her hand on his leg, for no fathomable reason whatsoever, except that it felt
good, and she stroked it without any real sexual connotation. When they approached
Ralph Hagen's mailbox, its pole bent from too many late night high school parkers
backing up through steamed up windows to the main highway after a night of young
sex, he suggested they park for a few minutes. Though he did not say it as brazenly as
that. More-like, "Why don't we stop and have a couple more sips on this whiskey
before I drop you off." It sounded innocent enough at the time. Mary, feeling the effects
of the whiskey didn't object. She was in a responsive mood, excited about her date with
Danny the next night when she'd wear her Indian costume with the huge feather
headdress her mother made for her. She'd attract as much attention as the Harvest
Queen. She couldn't wait!
The Oldsmobile swept the boughs of the tall bushes to the side as it slithered its way
through the overgrowth camouflaging the dirt road beneath. They sipped on the bottle
and listened to the radio, watching for shooting stars and admiring her father's corn
field directly to the right of them, it's golden stalks half eaten up by the new corn 
picker he'd just bought that summer. It was a good year for corn, she told him.
The more they drank, the more and more aroused he'd gotten, his kisses deeper and
more probing, his tongue tantalizingly whiskey sweet and demanding in her mouth...
then his hands were on her brassiere and easing themselves under it as her nipples
spiked out beneath the ministrations of his fingers caressing the smoothness of the two
heaving mounds. There was a warm glow suffusing her body and for once she did not
try to stop him, wanting him, desiring him, despite her previous resolve, to go on and
on while searing sensations flamed through her loins with an ever-growing promise of
rapture.
His mouth trailed down her neck to the cleft between her unclothed breasts – and
then, drawing the unbuttoned edges of the blouse aside, he claimed the tenderly
budding nipples with his warm wet lips. Oh God! It was wonderful!
Yet something deep inside Mary still told her that it was wrong and she tried to pull
away from him, mumbling, "No, Danny! No! We're not even on a date!... We mustn't!
We can't go on like this!"
The boy muffled her protests with his mouth, welding it to hers as he kissed her deeply
again, his spearing whiskey flavored tongue sending shivers down her spine as his hand
smoothed across her flat belly to arrive finally at the pulsing mound between her legs,
which he caressed feverishly through her Levi's. Again she protested, but those insistent
hands were already in her Levi's, moving down to her trembling thigh against the rising
wetness of her panties, one finger found through the filmy nylon crotchband the
hardening flesh of her clitoris in the sparsely hair-fringed furrow of her cunt. His finger
played there teasingly while the new sensations of delight flooded through her loins,
weakening her objections until at last, with a throaty groan, she surrendered to them.
She hadn't wanted to do it; her reasoning mind told her that it was wrong, that Danny
wouldn't respect her for it later. But her young body, reaching for a chance at ecstasy
and release, overruled all rational thought and seized the pleasure of the moment as her
hips began to move uncontrollably in tiny undulant movements up against Danny's
lewdly stroking finger. Mary couldn't believe this was the Danny who teased her in
study hall and wrote endearing little notes to her slipped by trembling fingers in the
handle of her locker.
Panting, he wrenched aside the wispy strip of nylon shielding the hot, hairy warmth
between her legs, his middle finger teasing in and out of the tight, virginal lips of her
cunt. "Oh, God, Danny... Don't do it anymore!" she gasped. "I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what? Cumming?"
"I've never... done that before," she faltered, not sure what the word meant, but certain
it had something to do with... sex.
"Man, like what's the matter with you, Mary? You seem ready to me!" he averred.
Reaching down he lifted up her hips and slid her Levi's down as far as her knees,
despite her mildly moaned protest. It wasn't difficult to grasp her elasticized waistband
of her panties and haul them down as far as he could... and unconsciously she was
shifting her weight to help, easing her buttocks off the car seat until he was able to pull
the garment halfway down her thighs. He wormed a finger into the viscous moistness
of her pussy again, drawing it along the hotly throbbing furrow until he touched the
pulsating miniature phallus nestling above. She sucked in her breath and wriggled with
unwanted delight when she felt the electric contact, the sensitive nerve ends
broadcasting desperate signals demanding fulfillment.
Danny, sensing her passionate arousal, brought all his guns into play. One hand
stroked ever faster in the warm wet folds of her seething cunt while the other squeezed
and fondled and smoothed the taut flesh of one lushly developing breast. At the same
time his knee grazed up and down the softness of her inner thigh, and his mouth
sucked and nibbled at her lips, her neck, and the hard erectness of her nipple buds.
Under these magnificent manipulations, Mary's body went wild. Her hips thrashed
frantically back and forth, countering the stroking motions of his finger in her cunt; her
mouth returned his kisses; and as the building fires in her loins blazed up unbearably
she began a continuous mewling moan, her voice loud in the confines of her classmate's
father's car. Her breath was coming in short choking gasps; she knew it was a sign that
her climax must be near. Oh God! It feels so wonderful! I never want it to stop!
Banger's golden girl had met her match!
Her body was jerking convulsively, hips flexing faster and faster up off the cold plastic
seat of the Oldsmobile, her belly shuddering uncontrollably as the sex-raw sensations
raced through her like thunderbolts... and suddenly she was there! She recognized the
new, the thrilling, the shattering experience of orgasm! Surging tides of rapture
overwhelmed her!
Sight and sound dimmed and there was nothing but the all-consuming ecstasy of the
moment! As if from a great distance, she heard her own voice wildly exclaiming:
"Ooooooh, Danny, Oh-oh-oh-ohoooooh!... It's happening to me! I'm cumming! I'm
cummmmming! Aaaagggghhhhh!"
Wave after wave of euphoric delight washed over her until finally she collapsed in the
boy's arms and he kissed her tenderly. "Groovy, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Oh, God, yessss!"
For a moment she reveled in her own happiness, and then a sudden thought struck her.
"B-b-b-b-but it must be wrong! It's m-masturbation, isn't it?"
"Wrong?" the boy gushed out. "That's a bunch of crap! Is that what Mrs. Pelton's been
tellin' you girls in health class? No wonder you sophomores girls are all a bunch of
prudes! It never hurt anybody. Hell, how can it be wrong? You enjoyed it, didn't you?
It felt good? That's the main thing, after all... And now you can fix me..." He reached
down, unzipped his Levi's, delved within, and brought out his redly throbbing, fully
erect prick. Mary looked away in embarrassment; she'd never had any brothers and
she'd seen her father naked once by mistake when he hadn't bothered to lock the
bathroom door. She dragged her eyes from Danny's massively upstanding shaft with its
exposed bulbous head glistening already with seminal fluid welling from the rubbery
tip. She had never seen a real aroused cock before, and she looked at it as if she were
witnessing something dirty.
"Here, let me put your hand on it," Danny said.
"M-mm-mmy hand... on that?"
"What else? You're going to jack me off do the same thing for me as I just did for you.
"You know..."
"What do you mean?" Mary stammered, looking out into the blackness of the October
night, hoping some mysterious force would save her from what she knew she was about
to do.
Danny sighed. "Come on – I'll show you," he said. He took her unresisting hand and
placed it on his hardened rod, wrapping the fingers around its chunky girth. "Now
move your hand up and down on it... like this... and keep moving until I cum." He kept
his hand on hers and demonstrated.
At the first contact with his fingers, Mary tried to shrink away, and as her hand
unwillingly touched his genital flesh, she gasped aloud. "No, no, no!" she protested. 
"II-I-I can't do it!"
"Come off it, Mary! Either you do it or you suck me off! You can take your choice but
I've got to have my fun too! It's only fair!" he exclaimed, appealing to her judicious
nature.
"What? S-s-s-s-suck on... on that?" She looked down at his banana-shaped rod of
hardened sixteen-year-old flesh.
It was the nastiest thing she had ever heard of, and she gasped wondering what her
minister would think if he knew his first grade Sunday School teacher had done such
sinful things. She couldn't imagine anyone doing it; it was horrible!
"Millions of people do it!" Danny said with a smile. She could see his pearly teeth
glistening in the moonlight like a Cheshire cat who just ate the pet canary.
"I don't believe you! I'm sure my parents have never..."
"I'm just laying the facts on you," the boy said exasperatedly. "Here... if that's too
much, jack me off then. Just go on moving your hand – slow at first. I'll tell you when
to speed up."
His hardened young cock was hot in her hand; she could feel the heat it exuded
through the tautly stretched skin of the throbbing shaft as she did his bidding, pumping
her hand stiffly up and down as he had showed her. Her fingers only just met around
the blood-swollen rod, and she wondered how such a massive spear of male flesh was
ever able to get inside a girl's private place. If anyone tried to get one in hers, she was
sure it would split her apart! But secretly, curiosity was overcoming her sense of fear.
But it wasn't a question she wanted to pursue; Danny might try to show her, and she
didn't want to lose her virginity yet! Nevertheless, in the state she had been in, a few
minutes ago, she might well have allowed it; the all-consuming passion she had felt
would have swept away all taboos, all objections! It was a frightening thought to the
innocent girl.
She started out of her reverie. Danny was talking to her. She had unconsciously
tightened her grip on his prick as she mused, and now he grated: "Christ! Don't choke
it to death, kid! Loosen your hand... let it move kind of easily all the way up and down.
Over the head too!"
Trying to follow his instructions obediently, she felt his cock pulsating and jerking in
her hand, and somehow there was a thrill to what she was doing! Some indefinable
feeling of erotic stimulation coursed through her veins and she had the sudden idea that
there was power, force, an animal energy in the organ itself, independent of Danny, as
it responded to her now feathery touch. His cock expanded and throbbed under her
fingers, its heat seeming to increase with the friction as she milked the stiffened cock.
Now his hips were undulating, jerking up and down to meet the manual manipulations
of her inexperienced hand, fucking into her hollowed fist with jackhammer fury. He
moved faster and faster, the spicy pre-cum oozing from his glans lubricating the way,
until she could no longer keep up with him. Holding her hand almost immovable, she
waited desperately for his climax.
His handkerchief was in his hand hovering just over the blood engorged head of his
racing cock. He must be very near, Mary decided, marveling at the realization that she
was acting as an instrument to channel all this magnificent power with her tiny
trembling hand. Suddenly the boy groaned and gave a final galvanic thrust. She could
feel the hard rod of flesh in her grasp begin a spasmodic, staccato jerking, pumping its
steaming seed through the tumescent tube of his cock and into the wadded
handkerchief. She was slightly disappointed that she could not actually see it spurting
from the distended tip. But some of the scalding fluid escaped and percolated through
her clenched fingers, and she could smell the pungent male odor of him in the confines
of the car, overpowering even the heavy smell of the plastic interior. She found it not at
all unpleasant, rather animalish and earthy... and the remembrance of the surprise she
had found in this feeling was still with her when she went to bed that night.
Well, that had been the beginning of her young love affair with Danny, she thought as
she lay there in the soft grass watching a butterfly hop through the air from one
succulent elderberry bush to another. The next few dates with Danny became more and
more exciting until finally she'd given herself to him – the ultimate sacrifice of a virgin.
At first she'd felt the tinges of guilt but with time it became so natural, she never gave it
a second thought; it was just like watching the farm animals in the fall of the year when
continuation of the species was their only concern. After all, we are just animals, she'd
reminded herself on Sunday mornings when she stood before twenty-two first graders
and hailed the glories and hallelujahs to the maker and Christ the king, feeling a bit
hypocritical for having succumbed to the temptation of her flesh in the arms of Danny
the night before.
And, now, lying in the warming sun with all of nature smelling sweet and moist, Mary
found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night.
Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of mindless excitement, the same
attitude of not caring about consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights
of sexual fantasy – to the feel of Danny's warmly pulsing cock inside her cunt, to the
touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in the grass in the
growing passion, and her wetly aroused cunt began to secrete its liquid excitement,
moistening her panties as it had that night in the car. There was a tender aching up
between her legs, and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming
strong, too strong!
Involuntarily, the young girl's hands began to move down along her tautly rippling
belly. Knowing what was about to happen, she forced them up, but they immediately
went back down again as if they had a will of their own. The inside of her mouth was
dry, and she ran her tongue over her lips several times in an effort to rid herself of the
arid taste. Oh God, why am I doing this to myself? she thought. Why am I getting so
worked up? I just can't stop it! It's been three whole days since I've seen Danny.
But in that moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to even though in
a corner of her brain she knew the answer. Her hands were moving sensuously around
to her front now, moving across the full firmness of her pliant young breasts.
Gradually, she began opening and closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive
mounds of warm flesh, the sound of the wind in the willows seeming to consume her
very being. She watched, fascinated, as her own fingers began plucking at the buttons
on the front of her dress, opening the garment all the way down. Her hands traveled
almost greedily up and down her body now, over the brassiere-encased breasts, down to
her throbbing pubic mound, across the smoothness of her taut little belly.
Mary's hands seemed to be seeking knowledge of every inch of her proportionately
lovely flesh. She ran her nails tantalizingly over the area up between her thighs, arching
her long limbs up and spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights which
her caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was parted, and her brain was
whirling with the heat of her growing lust; she flailed her head from side to side on the
grass, her long braid cast to the side of her head, its blue ribbon smiling back at the
sky. Her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her
now feverish flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts of
her boyfriend's long hard cock fucking in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt...
Mary arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly unsnap the
catches on her bra; she had to have her breasts free, to feel the freshness of the country
air, had to touch the rigid nipples without the restriction of clothing. She pulled the bra
off, tossed it to the right of her, and her hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her
alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth,
squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing...
The entire time she was thinking: No, no, this is wrong, it's evil... it's okay to make love
with somebody you care about but to make love to yourself is sick! I'm... I'm... yes,
admit it, Mary Hagan... masturbating! Masturbating like a sick girl. I'm lying here
playing with my own breasts... it's perverted, but, oh, God, it feels so good... so good...
Her right hand left her nakedly quivering breast and moved slowly down over her
stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties, just as Danny had done that night so
long ago when she'd experienced her first orgasm. In spite of her self-recrimination, her
shame at what she was doing, she wasn't able to stop herself. There was only her
urgency now, frantic need for release from the ever-building whirlpools of passions
inside her shamelessly aroused body.
She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously, just as Danny would
do, down over her pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of
one breast. She raised up from the ground, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to
her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off completely so that she was
naked from the waist down. She lay back again, one hand on her breast, the other
stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment the moist
inferno of lust between her legs. Then, when she could stand the pressure no longer,
her eager hand shot to the hotly pulsating folds of her pussy, and pressed against the
wet sensitive flesh there, as she once again brought her legs up off the ground and
splayed them wide apart.
Her tight little cuntal passage was opened wide now as she gently eased her
outstretched finger into her wetly clasping pussy.
She imagined it was Danny's hand, his fingers touching her there, stroking her down
there. She imagined it was Danny who was now caressing her hair-lined cuntal lips
until they seemed to be swollen with blood, until her clitoris was as hard as his cock.
She found her sensitive nerve bud with the tip of her searching finger and began to
tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight caused
her to jackknife her legs up against her chest, mashing her breasts flat. Her buttocks,
white moons of the softest, most flawless flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in
complete wantonness under her fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused the
sweat to bead and shine on her lust grimacing face, matting her spit-curls to her cheek
bones.
Oh, God, I wish Danny was here! she groaned through the daze of passion which
controlled her brain now. I wish Danny was playing with my pussy... I wish he was
going to put his cock... oh, his lovely hard cock... into my cunt and... fuck me, hard,
harder until he came and I came... oh God, I want to cum so bad, so bad... Danny,
Danny, I need you. Danny I need yoooooouuuuuu!
Faster and faster and faster, Mary's finger fucked into her moistly clasping cunt,
deliberately teasing her clitoris and cuntal opening until her orgasm was only moments
away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the ground beneath her, as her other hand
squeezed and kneaded her nakedly quivering breasts and nipples causing wave after
wave of pain-pleasure to ripple outward from her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no
shame for her in that frozen period of time; there was only the wonderful, rapturous
feeling of impending climax which were filling her very soul.
Danny, oh Danny, please, Danny... ohhhhhh God, pleeeeeezzzzzz...
Slowly, as she reached for her release, the sound of animals in the bushes penetrated
the lustfully stimulated young girl's brain: a cow peeked his head through the veil of
weeping willows, chewing her cud contentedly. For a long moment Mary could not
move, couldn't move in the throes of her forbidden enchantment. And then another
cow joined the first, all staring at her in accusing bewilderment as if to ask her what she
was doing there all sprawled out in the grass with that wild look in her eyes.
Oh God, just a minute more and I would have come! she thought grimacingly.
Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her dress as she shivered
maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her body. Frustration
driving her madly insane, she flung herself on the ground and began to sob. Her mind
was a quagmire of troubled thoughts; her body had betrayed her. What was wrong with
her? Why had she relented to her own pleasure-giving fingers? Why? Why? Why?
Finally, the sobbing subsided and the confused young girl rolled over, and stretched full
length on the ground, her head pounding with the ache of emotional turmoil. She had
always been a logical thinker, but this sudden attack on her emotional stability had left
her confused. It was as if some mighty force had sent the cows there just in time to
rescue her from herself! Everything was telling her it was wrong. And in this state of
plight, she chose the escapism of comfort, to the warm enveloping arms of deep,
painless sleep.
And yet, although the agony of reality was for the moment effaced from memory, her
body, even in sleep, remained tense with desire.
Although sleep – deep, mind-rejuvenating sleep – came, with it rode that swirling
vortex of uninhibited thought known as subconscious. And there, in the fragments of
an instantaneous unvoiced thought, in the hazy mirage of dream, Mary's mind began
playing tricks on her; in her sleep she dreamed of Wooly, but a human Wooly with
fatherly arms that enshrouded her pain-wracked body promising with sheep's eyes, that
comfort was near, very near.


Chapter 2

Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Mary's abdomen as she lay
limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought – waves suddenly swirling through
her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound
of a low, animal-like baaaahhh. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there
unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly
rising excitement. Her sleep-drugged brain functioned slowly in its effort to restore
normalcy. W-Where was she? It was almost dark.
Mary raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows
to see what had awakened her. Turning, she saw that she was almost naked... saw that
she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart... and... and Wooly her pet blue
ribbon sheep, was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great head
lowered just above... above her naked cunt!
Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The
warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips
of her young cuntal crevice as the sheep began laving her sensitive inner flesh with a
taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her!
My God! Wooly, Wooly, my pet lamb was licking me down there between my open
thighs while I was asleep! How dare he? I can't believe it!
The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening, combined with the realization that
Wooly was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the
young girl hysterical.
She gaped at him through the dusky air which her eyes were growing accustomed to,
and saw Wooly's own burning orbs staring hotly at her nakedness as he continued to
obscenely lick and nuzzle his long wet nose at her exposed cuntal lips. A tremor of
incredulous sensations caused her to convulse and she found her hips rising of their
own accord.
Oh God, he-he is almost human... that expression in his eyes... I've never seen it
before... and what is he doing to my nakedly betraying loins?
Oooohhhh... what is he doing to me? She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her
belly, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing
inside it! Even... even her breasts tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she
mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples... But... but this was insane!
It had to be stopped!
Feebly, Mary cried out, than attempted to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly
crawl away under a bush. Wooly waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours
position before unleashing a loud baaaah, stopping the curvaceously naked young girl
in icy-veined fright. She had heard of cases where a dog would rape a woman when she
was having her period, but a sheep?
From that point, the lamb never seemed to hesitate, but moved as if his intentions were
pre-meditated. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at her
soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his
open mouth.
Mary dared not breathe! She was so shocked with his sudden clamber up behind her
unprotected nakedness, his strong, woolly forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and
the arch of his hips. He's just playing, she reassured herself. "Get off of my back,
Wooly!" she said imperatively. "What do you think you're doing, anyway?" But the
sheep wouldn't move. Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed in surprise beneath
her chest as the animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised buttocks.
Then suddenly she felt his name tag grazing the smooth fleshed hollow of her naked
back! He... he is going to do it to me... as if I'm nothing but an animal!
"N-no... no, please...!" Mary heard herself whimper as something, long, wet, and
pointed probed back between her nakedly raised ass cheeks and lewdly spread thighs.
Her brain swam once more! My God, he was going to do it to her... her own pet lamb!
He really was! She tried to squirm away from him, but his forepaws held her captive.
At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept
away when she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened animal cock prodding at the hair
lined opening of her moistly pulsating cunt. Dear God no... no! She desperately tried to
squirm away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a
charging, white hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal cock spread her soft
hair fringed pussy lips and forced its way up into her saliva slickened little cuntal
passage with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding cuntal walls
wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
Mary gasped for breath as the huge length of animal cock stretched and then began
slowly sliding up inside her young cuntal channel going in deeper and deeper until
finally its pointed end smacked against her sensitive cervix. Again, she choked out a
whimpering gasp, while the great lamb who was mounting her from behind made
strange hissing sounds of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into
her!
Mary couldn't believe what was happening to her! He must have realized how sexually
aroused I was, she thought in shock. He must have know how badly I needed a cock
right then... but it wasn't an animal's I wanted, it was Danny's. Her head vibrated with
the erotically pounding blood racing through her brain, while her young naked body
that was sent in submission before the sheep quivered and convulsed in the throes of
unknown, sensuous agony. Her cuntal passage felt as if it had been impaled by a tree
trunk; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling
her. Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear filled mind
concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
"Ooooh, Wooly, stop, please stop. We can't be doing this. You're my pet, not my boy
friend. Now be a good lambie and get off of me."
Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked youthful body, Mary tried to shake free from
the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young pussy, but her efforts were in vain.
Wooly's fierce hissing sounds, so unfamiliar to his mistress, chilled the very marrow of
her bones while his powerful woolly forelegs clutched possessively at her waist and hips.
Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her wetly
clasping cunt, spreading the passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long
thick, cock up between her trembling thighs! Oh God, she thought, oh God! I can't let
this feel so good... I can't. And then feeling her savage arousal building, she moaned
and lifted her impaled ass cheeks higher. It didn't matter any more to the sixteen-year
old blonde that it wasn't her boy friend's cock that was fucking her so deliciously from
behind.
The panting lamb's sexually stimulated intellect made the sheep aware of his mistress'
sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had
struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before
his conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her naked, human
flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He'd seen her lying there on the
ground going crazy with desire and it had aroused something within him, too. A new
desire, not experienced before for the young sheep who'd been protected from his own
kind since birth, he watched her upper portion of her smooth female back drop until
her face and naked breasts were flattened down against the grass, the rounded mounds
of her soft white buttocks raised submissively to his assault.
Then, through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust hardened cock
slithering forward with easier strokes as her cuntal lubricants began paving the way for
his deeper penetration. Soon his cock was entirely buried in the moist clutching heat of
her female passage, while his swollen, sperm laden testicles were swinging down and
slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pussy hair. Mercilessly,
then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her
feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks
flattening in a universal hunger back up against his belly as he attempted to fuck her
onto the last remaining inch of his long scarlet rod of animal flesh!
Though her young brain was overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity of suddenlygone-
berserk sheep was committing on her helpless body, Mary could not ignore the
sensual excitement in his enormous animal cock had set off inside her. At first, his
thrusts into her loins had nearly blinded her with the shock of its huge hardness
bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking
animal intrusion was forgotten, and only the thrilling presence of the sheep's long thick
cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her hotly quivering cunt registered in her
mind. As Wooly relentlessly continued to fuck up into her liquid, wide stretched flesh
between her lewdly upturned buttocks, sensations equaling those which his hot laving
tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly returned more intense than
ever! Oh God, if she were sinning by succumbing to her dear, precious pet, let it be!
Oh, God, let it be thus!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young farm girl had begun to
feel the texture of his thick animal coat beneath his belly brushing against her nakedly
exposed buttocks, and she pressed her tingling breasts harder into the grass, scraping
her sensitive little nipples against the ground cover.
Her passion confused brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was
happening to her! She, a human, being attacked and fucked by her own pet lamb, as if
she were a ewe in heat, one of his own kind! And yet...
Never in her life had she felt so... so lust-filled, or even known the lewd, wonderfully
obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked... fucked until she was almost dead from the
joy of it!
"Oooohhhh... ooohhhhhhh... yes, do it!" She trusted him then as she'd never trusted
any body before in her life. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her
dear precious Wooly to be making love to her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, like
that!" Mary hissed with trembling lips, twisting her young face to gape back and up at
the panting beast whose long wet cock was fucking in and out of her eagerly pulsating
cunt. She was revelling in a new discovery of its unnatural possession of her desire
awakened young cunt.
A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as she began to move
wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her ass cheeks to meet Wooly's cuntfucking 
thrusts. The weeping willow fingers grazed her naked back while the sheep's
forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms as she began to fuck back
at him, using the cock-gripping undulations of the female whore down through the
ages.
Though Mary could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, her intuition said that
she was, in some weird way, winning the sexual favor of her pet sheep. Only an all
consuming lust filled her now as she rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks backward,
answering little circles to the beast's long hard cock. Instinctively, she realized that she
had given herself fully to the erotic wonder of the obscene animal fucking she was
receiving from this blue ribbon sheep she'd loved and taken care of for the past year.
Wooly knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling girl's cunt against his
thrusting length of hardened maleness. The animal had no way of knowing that the
lower, more base instincts of the human's body had taken control at the precise
moment her supposedly superior mind fell into complacency and lust. She was relying
on an instinctive knowledge – of male and female – older than either species. It was
natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he fucked more eagerly up between her
nakedly quivering buttocks.
Mary wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under
her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving sheep-cock disappearing
inside her wildly excited pussy!
God, I'm no more than a tramp... but I never even imagined such wicked sex existed!
Just seeing his beautiful cock... see it fucking in and out up inside my wetly throbbing
cunt lips! She visualized the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural
coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately aroused young
body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding
buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal flesh as she felt the
tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating ass cheeks.
Then, as the naked young mistress felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning
to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the sudden mounting pressure
in her loins and belly signaled that she was about to cum.
Wooly rapidly fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of 
fleshslapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open cellar of her femininity, his keen animal
brain savoring a measure of vengeance of his human plundering of her young body. His
powerful, hardened cock was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying
her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her tight cuntal passage
swallowing his solid penile length, holding it fast in the hot, hungry clutches of her
eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and
again beneath him as she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened
even more when he felt the soft fleshy ridges in her hotly contracting belly giving
before his wild fucking.
Again, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him, and the sheep saw her mouth
suddenly gasping open, but the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat.
Instead she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her long blonde braid
slapping Wooly's wet nose. She had reached the beginning of her orgasm, he knew; he
could tell from the smell. She began to savagely swivel her rounded white buttocks
flattening humps up between her furiously undulating mounds of female-flesh. Once
more, she moaned, this time, her cry piercing the dusk while she fucked deliriously
back into his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to began
spitting his hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily clasping
cuntal passage.
The sheep felt her buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against him. He felt the
thick heated combination of their orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed
lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her cuntal opening squeezed and pulled
at his ejaculating cock.
The blonde girl fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and
in the light of the rising moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his
expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked blonde hair of her
ravished young loins as she panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he
stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and baaaaahhhh'ed
victoriously.
For long moments the satiated farmer's . daughter lay sprawled face down on the grass,
breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over her.
But before long, the euphoria dissipated, and the full realization of what had just
happened filled her mind with shame and confusion. Oh God, what had come over her?
Was she no better than the Chicago whores? What, all of a sudden, had caused her to
submit to gratification from her own pet animal? Wasn't Danny enough for her? Had
something suddenly transformed her into a... well, some kind of a nymphomaniac who
wasn't able to control her desires?
There were no answers to these questions for the young girl and she moaned piteously
in degradation in the lovely glen of weeping willows blowing softly in the night breeze.
The crickets chirped and lightning bugs swirled in neon boldness overhead.
Mary's stomach felt queasy now, probably from the sin of her actions, and she dressed
quickly, tears streaming down her face in hot rivulets of humiliation. After a few
moments she sprang from the ground and without even bothering to pick up her shoes
followed the path over the hills, her petite hand swatting at the tears, her sobs mingling
with the croaking frogs in a chorus sound. This time she didn't even turn to call out
encouragement to Wooly who followed her footsteps imprint by muddy imprint, his
eyes glued on the svelte naked ankles of the young girl.
What's wrong with her? thought Wooly in bewilderment. I thought she was moaning
for a male and I did the best I could to please my mistress. I do hope she's not angry
with me, and if it will make her feel any better, I'll show her how much I care about
her... I'll nuzzle my nose in between those luscious young breasts of hers and lick her
thigh when she gives me water. I'll show her there's no reason to be upset with me. In
fact, I'll practice even harder and let her lead me any way she likes and we'll win the
purple ribbon at the state fair. I'll even be nice to her cousin, if that would please her;
but if Ann is as lovely as Mary, it will be a pleasure.
Before entering the house, Mary wet her fingers with saliva and swabbed at her freckled
face to wipe off any smudges of dirt blackening her fresh, natural beauty. She ran her
fingers through her short bangs and spit curls to pick out the strands of dried grass and
weeping willow leaves that clung to her thick hair. With a final sob she stood on her tip
toes, just high enough to see through the kitchen window where she spied her parents
sitting at the kitchen table eating ice cream.
Might as well get it over with, she signed, opening the screen door to the Hagan's
spades screened-in porch just off the kitchen that opened with a slow creak. Mary
winced and looked up to see four eyes glaring at her; her father stared hard, piercingly,
but her mother averted her eyes and turned to the stove to stir the chocolate sauce.
"Where have you been, young lady?" her father implored in deep authoritative voice.
"I've told you before you should let us know where you go – especially if you go any
where near the creek. I told you before there was quicksand down there. Your mother
and I have been worried to death about you!" He glanced up at the clock, his face
reddening with rage. "Look at the time! It's eight-thirty. Another half hour and we were
going to call the neighbors and set up a search party to go out and find you and that
fool lamb of yours..."
"Wooly is not a fool animal! He's almost human!" she screamed in defense, dropping
her sandals to the floor with a heavy thud, the mud-caked soles leaving clunks of mud
on the freshly waxed kitchen floor.
Mrs. Hagan turned to face her daughter as she wiped her hands off on her paisley
apron and Mary could see furrows of worry on the woman's forehead. "It's just that
you're all we've got, Mary. We love you so much. Try to understand." With those
simple, all-consuming words, Dorothy Hagan turned back to the stove and dipping the
wooden spoon into the syrupy liquid dropped a small amount into a measuring cup of
water and with the handle of the spoon watched as the chocolate formed a small ball.
"Sit down and have a dish of ice cream with us Mary. I made your favorite chocolate
sauce," she said timidly.
"Don't always give the girl her way, Dorothy. She shoulda been here helping you set up
the spare bedroom for Cousin Ann. Your mother's been up there for two hours
cleaning out the closet and changing the sheets while you been romping with that
damned animal. Gotta grow up and learn responsibility."
With those words, Mary turned and ran up the back stairway, taking the creaking
wooden steps two at a time. She threw herself down on the bed of her periwinkle blue
bedroom and, staring out the lace curtained window, watched the head lights of a car
approach the hill and veer off to the left. For a second she'd thought it might be Danny
coming for a surprise visit as he often did. But something told her, as she stared out
into the darkening night, that after today nothing would ever be the same for her again,
that she had lost something but gained another, more elusive thing to replace it. She
couldn't define any of it. It was only a mirage, a morass of emotionally charged feelings.
She made a wish on the North Star and fell asleep, the blue ribbon dangling loosely
from her long blonde braid.


Chapter 3

The Hagan's Chevrolet pulled into the Exxon gas station that doubled as a Greyhound
bus station on Wednesdays and Saturdays, it being the only transportation and
connection between Banger and the rest of the world. Johnson's gas station was located
on one of the corners at the main intersection of town that sprawled out for six or
seven blocks.
A now defunct railroad station, dark and mysterious marked the end of the respectable
part of town. Anything beyond that point was considered the other side of the tracks –
the granaries, and most of the taverns that specialized in twenty cent beers and
microwave roast beef sandwiches, not to mention the Irish Catholic portion of the
Banger population.
There was nothing frivolous about Banger: its hardware store, drug store, combination
dry goods and soda fountain, not counting the numerous tavern-restaurants and one
doctor's office, took care of the needs of its citizens, if not barely, adequately.
"Do you think the bus will be on time, Daddy?" Mary Hagan sat next to her father,
both of them waiting impatiently for the Greyhound bus to whizz its diesel brakes to a
halt and unload Cousin Ann from San Francisco.
"I don't know why it would be today... it never is." He drummed this calloused hands
on the steering wheel with obvious impatience. "I just wish to hell it would hurry up.
I've got to fix the fence up in the north forty."
"Come on, Daddy," said Mary sweetly. "Just relax. It's not that often I get to see Ann."
Her voice had a whisperingly soothing affect on the father's ruffled nerves, as usual. She
was the apple of her daddy's eye, everybody knew that.
Mary adjusted the rear view mirror and smoothed her hand along the side of her
carefully combed hair, both gestures for the twentieth time since she'd gotten in the car
twenty minutes before. She felt a nervous excitement at the prospect of seeing her
cousin again, since she'd never had any siblings to share secrets with or the overzealous
concern of her parents. But there was another reason for her anxiety: Wooly.
"Somethin' wrong, Mary?" Ralph Hagan pulled the straw hat off his greying hair and
ran his fingers through the silken strands. "You been actin' real weird today."
Her cheeks turned apple red, but she shook her head, unconvincingly, and averted her
eyes by staring out the window at the gas station attendant who was pumping air into a
little girl's bicycle tires.
"No... nothing's wrong."
"Just wondered. Thought maybe you and Danny had a fight or something. The way you
looked when you walked in the house last night I'd a been willin' to bet you'd been
attacked by some wild animal."
"Huh?" Mary's perky nose flared apprehensively.
"Well, bless the lord," exclaimed Ralph Hagan, shaping his straw hat to his head and
grinning. "Here comes the bus."
Mary sat with her nose pressed against the window, despite the heat of the July
afternoon, and watched as three people unboarded the bus: an old man supporting his
weight on a cane, followed by an elderly woman who appeared to be somebody's
grandmother judging from the packages of toys she toted so precariously on her hip,
and a young woman... not a girl... a woman.
Ralph was the first to recognize the blue-black hair of Cousin Ann. "Well I'll be... my
god, has brother Bill's little girl grown up!" Taking his hat off his head and holding it to
his chest like he was standing at attention for a flag raising, Ralph got out of the car,
never once taking his eyes off the angelic creature struggling with a TWA bag and an
overnight case.
Mary stood dumbfounded as she stared wide-eyed at the tanned lithe figure of her
cousin, for the first time in two years. Numbly, the farm girl opened the car door and
sheepishly approached her sixteen-year-old cousin, feeling in that moment the
unnatural combination of heart pounding excitement and abject fear.
Ann waved her lithely tanned arm. Anyone at a single glance could tell the girl was
from California, not to mention cosmopolitan San Francisco. Tall and willowy for her
age, she wore a patchwork levi skirt, fashionably gracing her slim calves laced with her
high top shoes that tied in ribbon bows around her legs. She was remarkably well
tanned and showed it off sumptuously in her feather and bead halter top made from
leather straps. Ann's long blue black hair hung loose and straight, parted in the middle
with no bangs, accentuating Ann's straight ethnic nose. Unlike her cousin, she was only
half Norwegian, and that unknown half had surely made a difference.
Mary's mouth dropped open in disbelief and she cringed, shifting her weight nervously,
right then left and back again. She threw her braid back over her shoulder and thrust
her shoulders back as far as they would go, hoping it would bolster her confidence in
the presence of this absolutely exquisite creature who looked like she'd just stepped off
the cover of Seventeen Magazine. In Banger, no one had heard of Vogue yet. The last
time she'd seen her cousin she was wearing braces and a 30-A training bra.
"Ann, how good to see you." Mary chirped in a high cracked voice, advancing to give
her cousin a welcoming hug which turned out to be more of a pat on the back, stiff and
rigid.
"Far out!" beamed Ann, fluttering her naturally black curly eyelashes. The bus ride
wasn't the drag I thought it would be. "The country is really far out. I've been stuck in
the city for so long I don't even know what a tree looks like."
"We got plenty of trees 'round here," Ralph chimed in, thrusting his hands deep into
his overall pockets. "Yup, we country folk got trees if nothin' else." He laughed heartily,
throwing his head back.
Mary cringed, thinking: God, I wish dad wouldn't always make such a big thing about
Ann living in the city. It's... embarrassing.
"Come on, let's get back to the farm. Aunt Dorothy's been bakin' fresh apple pies and
caramel rolls. Says you city people need a little fat on yer bones."
After Ann's set of matching luggage was retrieved from the bus, the blue Chevrolet
slithered down the ribbon streets of Banger, headed for the country.
"God, Mary, what do you do for excitement out here? Is this the only town around
here?"
"This is it," admitted Mary, suddenly feeling her world close in around her, shrinking,
shrinking, shrinking.
Sitting near the door, Ann rolled down the window and hung her head out, staring out
at the neatly trimmed lawns and white frame houses all symmetrically spaced. She
marveled at the greenery once more, then turned to Mary and brazenly asked: "Jesus,
where are the men? I mean, like don't you get strung out not having any groovy dudes 
around. God, like in San Francisco they're everywhere!"
"Well, ah" Mary stammered, and glancing at her father's flushed cheeks out of her
peripheral vision, felt sorry for him. "Ah, I'm going with a really neat guy now. His
name is Danny and his Dad's a lawyer," she announced proudly, as if everyone in the
world should know who Danny was.
"He's a good lad," Ralph chimed in, thankful he could relate to something being said.
All the new-fangled gobbledygook dudes, groovy, strung out – might as well have been
Chinese his brother's daughter was talking.
"In fact," offered Mary expansively, "we can double tonight if you'd like. You'll really
like Danny and his friend, Bill. They're neat guys."
"Do you swing?" Ann asked offhandedly, opening her cosmetic case and smearing on
another layer of brown-red lipstick over her pouty mouth.
"Ah, swing?" She hesitated, then bit her lip and staring confidently into her cousin's
eyes answered. "Yeah, we swing."
"Far out!" blurted Ann, a wild look in her blue eyes.

* * *

"Danny just called to say he and his friend won't be able to pick us up because his
parents are out of town for the weekend with their car. But Dad'll give us a ride town
and we can go from there," explained Mary, brushing out her mane of blonde hair and
leaning over her cousin's shoulder as they elbowed each other for possession of the
dresser mirror.
"That's cool with me," muttered Ann, painting her eyes with a sky blue layer of eye
shadow, making her eye sockets look hollow and aged, mystically attractive.
An hour later, the cows milked and his evening free to watch the CBS movie on
television, Ralph drove the two girls into town, a look of amusement on his face. My
little girl is growing up, he thought to himself staring down at Mary's brazenly made-up
blue eyes, their orbs outlined in heavy black with blue eye shadow smeared on the lids
conspicuously.
"Now you girls be good, and if you need a ride home, Dorothy or me'll come pick you
up." He chuckled as they got out of the car, but felt a pang of disappointment when
Mary failed to lean over and kiss him good bye. Instead, she just hopped out and
waved.
"This is gonna be neat," whispered Ann fidgeting with her puce shell necklace as her
cousin lifted the brass door knocker.
Mary said nothing, just stared at her cousin who had not changed clothes, but rather
embellished upon her already hip outfit. Something foreign to Mary, a feeling seldom
experienced before, began to cloud her enthusiasm. Could it be... jealousy? she asked
herself, swallowing hard against the choking fear in her throat. Or was it disgust at
herself for having let herself succumb to Wooly last night? Oh, it's all so crazy, she
thought, dismissing the circus of yes's and no's swirling in her head. As long as Danny
doesn't find out, who cares?
Almost immediately the door was opened and the smiling face of Danny looked at
them. His smile widened as his bright eyes roamed lovingly over the two girls. "My
God, what has fate brought to my door step?" he teased, taking Mary in his arms and
giving her a generous hug, letting his hands slip over smooth buttocks.
"Oh, Danny," blushed Mary. And regaining her composure: "Meet my cousin Ann
from San Francisco."
"Pleased to meet you Ann. Your date's in the living room fixing some drinks. Folks are
in Green Bay for the weekend for a clam bake. Got the house to myself." He could not
take his eyes off of Ann who stood there, flirtatiously with a hand on one hip, breasts
thrust out, a half smirk on her painted face.
Ann rubbed the palms of her hands along her sleek sides as if she was a languorous cat.
Mary thought a little spitefully, I don't like the way Ann behaves; she acts like she's
going to start purring any minute. And look at the hungry expression on Danny's
face... he looks like he wants to eat her up! Aren't I enough of a woman for him? The
young girl wondered then if she was becoming jealous, and decided that yes, she was.
She felt like Betty Crocker competing against Cher in a beauty contest. She tried to
dismiss those feelings, reasoning that boys are attracted to anything new and exciting
when you live in a small town like Banger where everybody knows everybody else's
business, down to what color of underwear they wear. Don't get jealous, Mary, she
cautioned herself. This is going to be a double date and that's all. After Ann leaves two
weeks from now, everything will be back to normal.
"If my date is anywhere near as groovy as Danny, I know I'm going to have a good
time," purred Ann, grabbing his hand away from Mary's buttocks. Danny flushed
slightly as her hand seemed to linger in his which was now clamped to her thigh, a
gesture which didn't escape Mary's shrewd glance. He swallowed hard and gave Mary a
little peck on the cheek, if for no other reason than to come back down to planet earth.
"Glad to meet you, Ann," he stuttered, feeling somewhat at a loss for words. Banger
girls weren't that aggressive except in the hay stacks or back seats of cars.
This Cousin Ann was probably the most sensually alluring female he had ever seen
outside of a movie theatre, and he found himself involuntarily wondering if she'd made
love yet. God, how he wanted to take her to bed right then and fuck her brains out...
tear off those leather straps holding those feathers over her tits and sink his teeth into
that tanned California flesh. God, she could probably fuck the ass right off of you, he
thought, and then blushed again at the lewdness of the idea. No use harboring a lot of
crazy thoughts that would never going to come true... not with Mary standing next to
him.
Still, Ann was a damned sexy woman.
"Come in and meet Bill."
They were ushered to the living room furnished tastefully in Danish modern with
tastefully chosen paintings on the walls and indirect lighting to accentuate the largeness
of the area. There was a large red brick fireplace, with a wide hearth stacked with
cordwood and wrought iron fixtures, that comprised more than half of one entire wall.
At the other end was a large, oiled walnut bar with four stools in dark leather, its
surface covered with crystal decanters and glassware containing liquor of every
conceivable kind. One entire wall was a sliding glass door that opened onto a freshly
cut back yard.
Mary loved coming to Danny's house, although the visits were interspersed between his
father's business trips and stolen lunch hours. It made her feel secure for a reason she
couldn't explain. One day it would Danny's, that she knew, and what was Danny's was
hers, for one day they would be man and wife.
Much to Mary's chagrin, Ann's reception of Bill did not approximate the deeply felt
warmth she'd gushed over Danny, and when Bill plopped himself down on the white
velvet couch, Ann had snidely thanked him for the drink and turned her attention back
to Danny who sat with his legs crossed, nervously kicking his foot out, drumming
against the end table to the beat of the rock'n'roll blaring from the speakers overhead.
Mary sat next to him, cowering under his arm, trying to get his attention with salacious
slithers of the hand up his thigh and little pokes and probes. Minutes... an hour passed
and nothing seemed to jar his attention as he stared straight ahead, straight ahead and
down the tantalizing feathers of Ann's halter top! Noticing his response, the provocative
teenager sat forward elbows on her thighs, shoulders low enough so that Danny's
bird's-eye-view of the warm cleavage between her breasts deepened and widened as she
pretended to fasten her puce necklace, sweeping her blue black hair to one side. Mary
held her breath, praying to God above that her cousin's breasts wouldn't spill out over
the scanty leather straps. Who does she think she is, anyway? seethed Mary in painful
silence. She's got a date, why does she have to try for Danny? Just because she's from
San Francisco she thinks we're all hicks. Thinks she's such hot shit!
Involuntarily, Mary bit her lip and tightened her grip on Danny's hand so tight that it
brought a wince of pain from his parted lips.
"You like the Grateful Dead?" asked Danny, still not turning his head, raising his 
halfempty glass to his lips.
"Groovy, yeah!" she blurted sitting back in the couch and uncrossing her legs and
spreading them just enough so the white of her panties could be seen clearly from
where Mary wriggled on the love seat across the room.
"They're my favorite band and there are some groovy dudes in the music business out
in California. My girl friends and me get loaded and go to concerts. Usually we don't
have any problems getting back stage at Winterland. All you have to do is promise to
give the managers' head in the dressing room, and they'll give you a stage pass any
time." She shot the words out like poison darts, meant to captivate and kill at the 
same time.
"You, you really do that?" Bill looked incredulous, worming his way closer to the
musky perfumed vixen within an arm's length. At first he'd thought she was just a rich
bitch from the city, but those words were as convincing as hanging a for sale sign
outside a whore's door.
"My girl friends and me really have hot times back there getting loaded with the
musicians." She went on to tell about all the musicians and super stars she'd made love
to, not missing one graphic detail. Danny and Bill were spellbound, breathing in her
lust. She went on to mention groups and rock n' roll stars Mary had never even heard
of til now and she drank thirstily on her stiff drink, chewing the ice cubes nervously.
The three of them talked and Mary drank. Although she wasn't really consciously aware
of it, the amount of liquor she had consumed was beginning to have a marked effect on
her. Gradually, she felt her body relaxing: the tension of Cousin Ann's provocative
mannerism evaporated, and she was completely relaxed. She drained the last swallow of
her drink, and Bill broke off from the conversation to offer her another. He was
consciously aware of Danny's enrapture with his girl friend's cousin and he didn't want
to see Mary get hurt.
"Another my dear?" he asked.
"Well-" Mary giggled reflexively, and then excused herself and said, "Yes – I think I
will have another." Might as well get drunk, thought Mary. I can see I'm not going to
get much attention tonight."
"This is the best scotch made," smiled Bill. "I know cause my dad owns a bar."
"Where are you from?" asked Mary, suddenly feeling her spirits rejuvenated by the
scotch and her decision to let Danny go ahead and flirt and get it out of his system.
"Mind if I join you? and then I'll tell you my life story."
Danny shifted over, but when his hips were squeezed against the end of the love seat
intended for two, he politely got up and walked over to sit down next to Ann!
Mary didn't seem to notice; she was content sipping her drink and listening to Bill
ramble on about how he'd met Danny two years ago at Eagle Scout camp – how they'd
been kicked out for sneaking in bottles of whiskey and selling it to the other scouts. She
was floating on a pleasant euphoric cloud, and she realized fully for the first time that
she was extremely drunk. It was such a good feeling to be very drunk and she
wondered why she didn't imbibe more often when most of her friends did. Golden girl,
that's what her relatives called her and she giggled to herself wondering what her
Christian relatives would think if they knew their niece had made love to her pet lamb
and drank expensive scotch.
"What's so funny?" Bill asked, breaking her day dream.
"Oh, nothing," she said flippantly.
Then, with her boy friend sitting across from her and the stereo blasting out deafening
beats, Bill smiled down at his friend's girl and gathered her into his arms, and his
mouth closed over hers, slightly at first and then more ardently as she balked, pulling
her head back.
"What do you think you're doing?" she giggled in his ear, loving the flirtatious tingling
running through her.
"Seems your boy friend is gettin off on your cousin, so why not us?"
"Yeah, why not?" she giggled drunkenly and responded to his movements. His breath
smells sweet and warn, even with the odor of scotch on it, she thought numbly as she
kissed him right in front of her boy friend. And he really knows how to kiss... his lips
are so soft... oh I feel so wicked, letting my boy friend's friend kiss me this way with my
boy friend sitting right there, but after all, he's the one who moved away from me.
Suddenly, Bill's mouth pressured hers open wide and his tongue slipped along her wetly
parted lips, darted inside to meet hers. Mary felt a tremor of excitement course through
her at such familiarity, and instead of fearing Danny's jealous wrath, she was oddly
responsive to his invasion of her mouth. She clung to him almost as passionately as she
had clung to Danny's arm earlier, and allowed his moistly flicking tongue to fill her
mouth for a moment, swirling round and round her own before she drew back,
giggling, to break their embrace...
As soon as Mary began kissing Bill, Danny immediately turned to Ann; what the hell?
he thought with the lack of inhibition that only the invincible young can indulge in.
There's nothing wrong with me kissing Ann now that Mary is making out with Bill.
Besides, he was feeling a little drunk himself – maybe he couldn't hold his booze as
well as he'd thought, not that it mattered much one way or another now – and just
looking at Ann during the evening had made him desirous of even so little as a simple
kiss. Those full sensuous lips of hers glistening invitingly, she had the damndest habit
of moistening them constantly with the tip of her tongue, making you want to taste
them more and more each time you looked at them.
Ann was smiling when he turned to her, and her eyes said that she knew what he
wanted to do and that it was all right. She opened her arms to him, and he pressed in
close to her, feeling the taut, hard-nippled firmness of her breasts brand his chest hotly,
even with the feathers and the beads and his T-shirt between them. Then his lips were
on hers, and her tongue flickered into his mouth to fuse with his, teasing along the
ridged roof and over his teeth.
Holy Christ! Danny thought with surprise. She really knows how to French kiss, not
like the girls in Banger. I'll bet she's really wild in bed... I'll bet she lets boys go down
on her, and I know she gives boys head, she already told me that... Christ, it must be
nice to have a girl friend who really is happy in bed and lets you do anything you want
to her... Mary's a great chick and I dig her, but she only wants to do it Western style,
no oral sex. Never anything new... but then what can you expect from a Sunday School
teacher who raises sheep?
Ann's hot, probing tongue began to flash in and out of Danny's mouth as if she was
trying to rape him with it, and he felt his cock give involuntary leaps of joy. The
California girl seemed to sense his arousal, and wantonly moved her hips in a lewd
circular motion. Christ in heaven, what was she doing? Danny thought with liquored
confusion. It was almost as if she was trying to screw him right there on the couch.
Hell, she dry fucked better than Mary made love, and his eagerly throbbing cock was
almost erect from her erotic movements against him.
But then abruptly, Ann withdrew her tongue from his mouth and pulled back, smiling
sultrily at him with her smoky eyes half lidded.
She smoothed her patchwork skirt with the palms of her hands, as she had done earlier.
Danny released several short breaths, flushed guiltily at the bulge along the right leg of
his Levis and darted a look to see if Mary had noticed his excitement. But she was
merrily laughing with Bill. After a moment his cock returned to its normal state, and he
tried to push the incident out of his mind. But he knew that the way Ann turned on, it
must surely mean that she was ready for fucking. And she would be in Banger for two
more weeks. There would be time.
As she cuddled closer to Bill, Mary thought drowsily: He's seen me making out with
Bill now and he'll get real jealous and come over and claim me any second. I know how
jealous he gets when another boy looks at me.
But Danny's thoughts were of another nature. He tried to concentrate on the Rolling
Stones blaring over the speakers, tried to keep from dwelling on the warm softness of
the provocative girl in his embrace, but it was futile. His mind was filled with lewd
thoughts of Ann: How she would look and feel nakedly spread out beneath him with
her hair tangled in his fingers while he fucked in the tightness of her cunt again and
again. His restlessly stirring young cock was rising again.
He told himself again and again that he shouldn't think such things about his girl
friend's cousin, that he was somehow mentally cheating on his girl friend by even
thinking such awful things. He knew his face and neck were all flushed and red. What
was Ann thinking? Was she thinking he was just a silly small town kid who got turned
on by sultry girls from the big city? Was she as attracted to him as he was to her? Jesus,
what would he do if the opportunity presented itself to find the answers to these
confusions? Would she slap his face and laugh at him?
His reverie was broken by the sound of his girl friend's voice. "I... I feel a little 
weird, Danny. Think I had too much to drink..." Concern crept into Danny's mind,
momentarily overshadowing his salacious thoughts: God all I need is to have her get
sick or throw up on mom's love seat. I can't call her father and have him come pick her
up in this condition.
He went to Mary then, not caring that the bulge in his Levis was visible to Bill and
Ann. He sat beside Mary and took her hand: saying, "You okay? Can I get you a sevenup 
or something so you don't throw up?"
"She raised her head a bit off Bill's lap. "Maybe if I sleep for a couple of minutes 
I'll feel better."
"Okay, Mary. Just lay there and I'm sure you'll feel better." The two boys exchanged
grins before Danny went to the walnut bar and poured himself another drink, his back
to Ann so that when her hands grasped him around the waist he jumped in surprise.
"Did I surprise you, Danny?" she crooned. He blinked his eyes a few times. "Guess I
need some fresh air myself."
"Groovy, let's go for a walk," Ann suggested. "The moon should be up pretty soon."
"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed. With a jerk, he opened the sliding glass door and
they stepped out into the brick patio where the white wrought iron lawn furniture
shimmered in the moonlight, contrasting sharply with the deep rich green of the freshly
mown lawn.
Ann stepped out of view of Bill and Mary and took Danny by the arms. On tiptoes, she
whispered in his ear, "Do you still have a hard-on, Danny?" And as if that wasn't
enough to blow his socks off, she continued: "Let me see if you do. Let me see if that
beautiful cock of yours is still hard."
He turned abruptly, startled by her obscene remark. Her eyes lowered to the front of
his levis, and she made a mock pout when she saw that there was no longer a bulge.
"Ann... what?"
"Now, now, she said throatily. "I thought you were a real swinger. I want to give you a
nice hard on like I did before when I was kissing you. Why do you think I was rubbing
my thigh against that big cock of yours?"
"I... I..." he faltered. "Jesus Christ, you California girls are something else."
She laughed softly, as if that wasn't the first time she been told that. "You were
thinking that you'd like to fuck me, weren't you? You were thinking that you'd like to
put that big hard cock of yours into my cunt. Isn't that right?" Involuntarily, Danny's
cock jumped once more into erection a he stared into the sloe eyes of his girl friend's
cousin. It was throbbing wildly in his Levis. Why was she talking to him this way?
Didn't she care that he was her cousin's boy friend, that everyone in town knew they'd
get married some day? What was the matter with her? Was she some kind of maniac
nympho or what?
Ann leaned close to him and put her hand on his chest. She let it remain there for a
moment before she moved it slowly down over his stomach and began tantalizingly
stroking the bulge.
"Well, Danny?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey against his cheek. "You
haven't answered me: you would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Tell me how you'd like
to fuck me."
He didn't know what to think, what to say. He wanted to turn and run inside the house
again, to get away from something he couldn't cope with, but he was rooted to the spot.
The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and cock brought great swirling
billows of heat rising upward through his loins, and his testicles ached almost painfully
with sexual desire.
"My cunt is on fire, man," Ann whispered. "I want that big ol' clock of yours so bad,"
she pouted.
She was rhythmically stroking his lust swollen cock and balls now through his Levis,
moving closer to him so that the tips of her fully rounded breasts touched his chest.
Then she leaned forward, and her lips touched his cheek; her tongue came out like a
molten fire brand and traced a quick, liquid path down over his jawline and then back
up over his lips before she drew her head back again.
"Annnnnn... for Chrissakes!" he managed.
"I want to fuck you, Danny," she breathed in her sensuous voice. "I want you to fuck
me and I want to fuck you. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Mary told me you were swingers! What's
the big deal, anyway?"
Danny was trembling almost uncontrollably, his mind awhirl with panic-tinged
thoughts. Never before had he been faced with such a situation in his life. Banger girls
just didn't come onto boys like this, even if you were a football star. He could feel the
heat of lust rising higher inside him from her finger, her lips and tongue, threatening to
consume him completely. His whole being was crazy.
"First I'll suck you," Ann said, and her licentious words tore through Danny like a
knife. "First I'll take your big cock in my mouth and suck it. Maybe I'll even suck you
until you cum, until you fill my mouth with your sticky semen. Then we'll fuck."
"No..." It was a strangled protest, one that couldn't even convince himself. The heat was
rising... No, no, no! his brain warned, but it too lacked conviction. This is all crazy!
You've got to put a stop to this before it gets more insane. This chick is nuts! She
thinks we're going to suck each other off with her cousin... my girl friend... in the same
house! No! Can't be done! Jesus, what would Mary say if she found out? I really love
Mary; I want to marry her some day, but if she ever finds out... oh, boy!
"Yes," she answered for him, sensuously squeezing and stroking down between his legs.
"You want me to suck you off, don't you, Danny? You want me to suck you and fuck
you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you..." She sounded like a scratched
record.
"Come on, Ann. You're not back stage at Winterland, now cut it out."
But her words were almost hypnotic in their chanting intensity, and suddenly Danny
knew that he did want to fuck her and have her suck him, did want it and to hell with
Mary! Oh Jesus, Jesus, he had to have her! Nothing mattered but the acute pleasurepain 
in his groin – not his girl friend, not his Eagle Scout friend who'd been making
out with his girl friend all night. Nothing.
"Yesss!" he hissed at last. "Yes, goddamn it, yes, yes! Oh Christ, Ann I want to fuck
you!"
Ann laughed triumphantly – and released her hand from his cock and balls. "Where
can we be alone, or do you want to ask Bill to come with us?"
He gaped at her. What was she suggesting now? Wasn't one boy enough for her? "He's
got Mary. Come on."
He led her across the patio to another side entrance and stepping over umbrellas and
boots, they clambered through the basement entrance to a small hallway that lead to a
closed door. "Where are we, Danny?"
He opened the door and flipped on the light.
"The bathroom?"
"Yeah. This is my parents bathroom and they'll never think of coming to look for us
here. Well be safe here."
Black and gold tile covered the floor and walls, and the fixtures were of the same color
scheme with polished gold faucets and trim. There was a large inlaid mirror on one
wall.
Ann stared about her open-mouthed. "Are we going to take a bath together, Danny?"
she asked. "Oh, this is going to be real hot!"
The idea somehow aroused Danny to even more passionate heights. He and Ann,
Mary's cousin, bathing together while their dates were in another room nearby! The
very lewd boldness of it was tremendously exciting. Would she suck him off while they
were in the bathtub? he suddenly wondered. Jesus, he'd heard about getting a blow job
while you were taking a bath, but he'd never in his wildest dreams thought it would
happen to him. He'd only had one blow job in his life, and that was from a cheerleader
from the opposing team.
Danny stepped forward to the sliding, frosted glass doors covering the bathtub and
drew them open. He closed the drain and turned on the hot and cold water faucets;
then straightening, he turned to Ann again.
And there she was taking her clothes off!
His cock palpitated maddeningly as he watched the tanned girl reach behind her and
draw the strings of her leather halter top open. It fell down slowly, releasing her naked
young breasts that bobbed into view, and Danny sucked in his breath at the sight of the
proudly upraised mounds jutting out from her chest, topped with rigid brown nipples
in the darker fields of her areolae.
Her skirt came next; it puddled lewdly around her feet. Her hands stroked her sides as
she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Danny's face. Slowly,
her hands slid down to her hips, to the waistband of her panties. With the same
tantalizing slowness, she drew the flimsy little nylon triangle down, down over her dark
black pussy hair that contrasted starkly with her white untanned strip of flesh. Then the
wet, petal-like lips of her hair-lined cunt came into view, and again Danny sucked in his
breath; his wildly burgeoning cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze from
his cock.
Ann stepped out of her panties finally, and stood nakedly unashamed before him. Her
legs were long and tapered and her buttocks were satin smooth and dimpled enticingly.
She stepped forward, still letting her pink tongue flick over her lips.
"Do you like me?" she asked in a teasing, girlish voice. She cupped her young breasts.
"Do you like my tits? Are they big enough for you?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the ebony triangle as if it were some
kind of art. "Do you like my cunt?"
Ann laughed appreciatively. "Get naked, Danny," she told him. "Get naked so I can see
that big beautiful cock that's been begging for me all night."
Danny hesitated, as guilt once more seized hold of him.
No, he thought. God no, I can't do this, not with Mary in the other room. How can I
take a bath with her, have her suck my cock, fuck her, how can I do that with Mary in
the same house? Oh, God! It's crazy. But God help me, I'm going to do it anyway!
Having made his decision, whether right or wrong, Danny felt as if a great burden had
been lifted from his shoulders. He blanked his mind to all but the provocative girl who
stood naked before him, to all but the billowing heat of building cum that bloated his
balls. Feverishly, he tore at his clothes, throwing them off, unbuckling his trousers and
letting them fall. He kicked off his Adidas, pulled off his sweat socks, shed his shorts
and T-shirt.
At last, he, too, was naked. His long hard cock jutted out from his loins like a huge
quivering standard, the head purplish red and shining with his seminal fluid. His balls
hung swollen in their soft, swaying sac below, swinging lightly as his chest heaved with
excitement. His eyes were glassy.
Ann let out a soft sighing whistle of approval. "It's everything I thought it would be,
Danny," she said. "It's a groovy cock, really far out!" And as is that wasn't enough to
drive him crazy: "I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum
from those scrumptious balls of yours!"
A small, tortured cry erupted from Danny's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering
Ann in his arms, pressing his rigid shaft against her belly. His hands roughly caressed
her soft warn breasts, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the turgid nipples between
thumb and forefinger He was almost mindless with lust for her, making little mewling
sounds in his throat.
Ann giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now, don't be so rushed, Danny," she said
with mock reproof. "That bath isn't ready yet!"
"Like bubble bath?" she suggested. "Yeah! Neat idea. I'm sure Mom's got some stashed
here somewhere." He moved to the medicine cabinet set on one wall, opened it, and
removed a large bottle. He took the bottle to the tub and emptied some of its clear
liquid into the rapidly filling, king size receptacle. Dimly, Danny saw that it was
making shiny bubbles on the steaming water.
Danny reached out and shut off the taps at last, and there was no sound in the
bathroom except for Danny's ragged, excited breathing. She leaned forward, presenting
her soft, velvet buttocks to his eye, and raised one leg to place her foot on the lip of the
tub. Danny's impatiently pulsating cock gave a convulsive leap as he saw the soft, fluted
lips of her cunt flower open before his eyes, saw the glistening strands of curly black
pubic hair that fringed the moist teasing slit. Then she put one foot into the water,
testing it, and stepped over into the brimming, bubbled water. Slowly, tantalizingly, she
sat down into it, until the bubbles completely covered her voluptuous body. Her eyes
lidded, "Come on in, Danny, it feels far out!"
Danny, his brain containing nothing in that moment but overwhelming lust, needed no
further urging. Trembling, his massively thickened cock swaying in front of him, joined
her in the tub, sitting down opposite her at the other end. His feet slid along the
outside of her legs as he settled down, his toes touched the satiny skin of her hips and
sides, the water was hot and sweet smelling, and he could feel the warmth send little
ripples of pleasure along his groin.
Ann wiggled her toes, stretching forward, and he felt her toenails tickle his balls
deliciously. She giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his cock shoot up
like a periscope, among the popping bubbles. She raised up, so that her high, firm
breasts floated like two lovely balloons on the water, drawing her toes along the inside
of his thighs as she did so. She rose up onto her knees then, staring at him, licking her
sensually parted lips.
"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck your big
hard cock now, Danny?"
"Yes! Suck it, oh Jesus, suck it, suck it!" Ann lowered her head, and Danny watched her
mesmerically as she took a mouthful of the hot, soapy water; little bubbles were in
evidence around her glistening mouth when she raised her head again, as if she was a
bitch dog with the froth, and the sight further increased the passion which was seething
inside his body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly above the jutting head
of his swollen rod, and her hand slid through the warm water to grasp his cock at the
base, her little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.
Breath burst from Danny's lungs in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his
genitals. Her cheeks were puffed out from the soapy water she was retaining there.
Then, her head darted down and her lips came in contact with the head of his cock,
parted to take the lust-inflated head between them. At the same time, she released the
water which she had been holding inside her mouth, and it cascaded like warm flowing
oil down over the length of his throbbing cock.
A cry of delight came from the very core of Danny's being, and his hands came out of
the bathwater involuntarily to tangle themselves in the black tresses of Ann's head. He
levered up as he did so, driving more of his excitedly throbbing cock into the warm,
incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his head was resting on the tub's lip,
and he could look down to see half of his thick, burgeoning manhood disappear into
her ovaled red lips, see her lust contorted features as she allowed the shaft of hard
sixteen-year-old flesh to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it, without
touching it with her tongue. Danny's testicles were boiling cauldrons of semen now,
and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his hardened
cock like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Suck me!" he commanded down at her.
He tried to push her head down on his cock with his hands wrapped in her now wet
black hair, but she resisted, tickling his balls maddeningly with her blood red-tipped
fingers. She pulled out of his grip to smile teasingly up at him. "Do you like my mouth
wrapped around your cock, Danny?"
"Yes! For Chrissakes, suck me, Ann!"
Once more her head dipped, and her tongue came out then to lick circles of liquid fire
around and around the head, flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the excited pre
ejaculate seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and he tried to
bury his rigidly erect cock inside her mouth again. But still she resisted, licking and
washing the head of his cock tantalizingly, twirling her tongue faster and faster around
the blood swollen head.
She drew back again, leaving his wildly jerking rod of flesh, and lowered her head to
the water another time. Again, her mouth filled with the hot, soapy liquid – and again,
she bobbed her head down over his excited cock before taking the head between her
lips carefully.
She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically, with the warm water still held in her
mouth.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Danny moaned in rapturous passion, as the combined sensations of
Ann's soft lips and tongue, and the hot water she was gurgling around his cock, made
him almost insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this good! It was
even better than shooting the deciding free-throw in the basketball tournament.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Ann hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the
soapy water, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, Danny was watching her
slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with
hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one so lewdly exciting that he
began to chant to her between bared teeth.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Ann's tongue, with a nerve tingling lap on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a
mad thing as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, her concentration
full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the hot water around and
around his cock without losing so much as a droplet of it from the cavern of her softly
ovaled mouth. Her breasts danced wildly, beating the water to a bubbled froth, as her
head pumped, as the soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again
as she fucked her mouth the full length of his hotly pulsating cock.
It won't be long, he thought numbly, completely abandoned now to the orgasmic
mouth fucking he was getting, it won't be long before I cum, before I fill her mouth
and her throat and her belly with my cum... it won't be long before I shoot a load like
I've never shot before, before I have an orgasm that'll put all the ones I've had with
Mary to shame... it won't be long, it won't be long at all...


Chapter 4

"Where's Danny?"
Mary felt a cool hand stroke her forehead and her curly bangs. Her head lifted from
Bill's lap.
At first, she had a strange feeling of not being at home, and it took a few minutes to
realize that she was at Danny's, her boy friend's house. But where was Danny?
She repeated her question, a look of bewilderment on her flushed young face.
"Back in his playroom playing dominoes... hell, I don't know." Bill shifted on the
couch. "Wanna go find 'em?"
That son-of-a-bitch, thought Bill, he splits with my date for the evening and leaves me
with his drunk girl friend. Some pal that Danny is! What goes around comes around.
I've been listening to the splashing and the moans and groans coming from back there
and from the sound of running water, I'd guess they're in the bathroom right now
fucking or sucking each other off. He can't pull the wool over my eyes!
"And Ann, where is she?" Mary wiped at her eyes, a growing suspicion building and
seething within her. She may have been drunk, but she was no fool. She raised up on
one elbow. She smelled deception.
Bill helped her to her feet, instinct guiding his footsteps. Perplexedly, Mary followed
Bill across the carpeted floor to the hallway. With a flick of his finger the master
bedroom was illuminated, and with a second flick the room was plunged once again
into murky darkness, the only illumination a small ribbon of light permeating from the
room beyond the slightly ajar door. Mary opened her mouth to complain about this
unexpected action since they were guests in someone's house, but her protest died
unvoiced as he quickly opened the door, once again illuminating the bedroom with an
elongation of brilliance. Instinctively, Bill stepped forward, frowning, and then she
could see into what was obviously Danny's parent's bathroom, black and gold tiled
with...
Mary froze suddenly, froze in abject horror. Involuntarily, a small cry burst from her
throat and was immediately lost in the sound of splashing water. Mary felt as if
someone had kicked her in the stomach; she couldn't seem to find her breath, and she
stood there gasping, her eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed in a large, marble-lined
bathtub directly before her eyes, not five feet away. It was the perverted rite of fellatio, a
disgusting act which Mary had heard only whores who were paid, would perform.
But her cousin Ann was no whore... a slut, maybe, but a whore, no... She held her
breath as she saw her boyfriend and her cousin in the tub. The boy she loved was at
one end with Ann at the other. She was kneeling in the tub, amidst a thick coating of
bubbles, her head slaving up and down over Danny's groin, her lips sliding around his
huge, erect cock hungrily, as if it were some obscene peppermint stick. His hands were
wrapped in her hair, urging her on to even faster bobbings and lickings, and there was
on his face a mask of pure and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back and over his
teeth, spittle was dribbling out onto his chin, and he had both his legs spread wide,
heels resting on the tub's two lips on either side of the sucking dark-haired girl kneeling
between them.
A strangled gasp escaped Mary's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening
picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and
flee, run, get out of there, blot that terrible scene from her mind – but Bill caught hold
of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking
couple in the bubble bath.
Bill grinned as he watched Ann's mouth and tongue working around Danny's lust
hardened cock. Damn, but he wished he was in Danny's place right now; watching her
and the feel of Mary's soft, resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of
heat flashing through his groin. "Well, what do you know about that?"
"Oh my God!" Mary wailed in undisguised misery. "Oh, my God, my God!" She leaned
back against Bill almost without realizing it, while her mind fought to understand the
reality of what she was seeing.
"Jesus, Mary. Looks like they've got a little party going!" Bill said, his voice almost
hypnotic now. "That's your boy friend and my date in there and they're making loveoral 
love." His words were measured. He had a plan to get even with his friend.
"No! God, no, no!" The words tore from Mary's throat in an almost pleading tone, as if
she was trying to convince herself that it wasn't really happening, that she was drunk
and was seeing things. Her brain seethed with tumbling, reeling thoughts and
emotions, none of which found favor with Cousin Ann.
That's Danny, my beautiful Danny, the guy I love... lying nude in a tub of bubble bath
with... my cousin. That's the guy I want to marry, honor and obey for the rest of my
life... lying there with my cousin's mouth on his thing, letting her kiss him there,
obviously enjoying it the way his face is all scrunched up... letting her do that to him
while the girl he supposedly loves, ME, is in the same house... oh, God, it can't be
true... but it was! This sick, foul, perverted disgusting thing is happening... I'm standing
here watching my whole world collapsing right in front of me, everything I wanted and
believed in!
Bill was holding her tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against
her buttocks and the pounding of the boy's heart. She shuddered, trying to turn; did...
Bill have an erection from watching this?
As if sensing her thoughts, Bill moved his pelvis against her buttocks lightly, and in her
ear he whispered in the same mesmeric tone, "It looks like they're really having a fine
time in there, doesn't it? Don't you find it thrilling to watch Danny making love with
another chick? It makes you want to make love yourself, doesn't it? Why should they
have all the fun?"
"Nooo!" she managed to moan. What was the matter with him? Of course it didn't
make her want to make love seeing Danny let her Cousin Ann go down on him like
that.
"Look at the way Ann moves her mouth up and down Danny's cock," Bill whispered
hotly in Mary's ear. "Look at the way her mouth works on his cock, Mary. She's a real
pro, that cousin of yours."
"It's disgusting!" she blurted, trying to break free, but his grip was like iron on her. She
felt anger rise in her – not unreasoning anger that replaced the shocked horror which
had numbed her mind until then. The line between love and hate was a thin one, and
she had crossed over it the moment she'd seen what Danny was doing in that bathtub
with her cousin. She hated him now, worse than death itself; she hated him enough to
kill him. Yes, to kill him, to cut off that cock of his with a butcher knife and watch him
bleed to death! She wanted him to hurt like she was hurting now!
She twisted and jerked in the boy's grasp, but in vain. She was breathing hard, her eyes
locked on the scene before her, watching Ann's undulating buttocks lashing the
bubbled water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down over Danny's
long hard cock. Her wet black hair was fanned out, floating in the water over Danny's
belly, and her tongue was lashing furiously around and around the head of the cock in
her mouth on the outstroke. There was the same mindless lust contorting her features
as was contorting his.
"Just look at her go!" Bill commented, holding Mary tight. "Watch them; watch her
suck Danny's cock!" He wanted to make sure Mary would get turned on, because he
had plans for her.
His words brought a gasp from Mary, but even so, she found herself staring at her
cousin, and her struggles stopped despite the fact that the hot anger of moments earlier,
tempered somewhat now, still remained. Then Bill began to whisper more obscene
remarks into her ear, and his hand moved around under her breasts, the forearm
raising them up as he held her. He was telling her again how exciting it was to watch
the lovemaking in the bathroom, how it gave him a hard-on.
And suddenly, in spite of herself, Mary became aroused... as aroused as she'd been that
afternoon down in the willow glen with Wooly.
She could feel her nipples harden beneath the blue checked sundress she wore, beneath
her brassiere; she cold feel her cuntal juices begin to flow as they had earlier when she
had allowed her dear Wooly to bring her to climax. She tried to will the unwanted
desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the sight of her boy friend and her cousin, but
she could do neither. She tried to hate him now, hate Danny with everything in her,
but the passion was growing inside of her, rekindled, it was spread rapidly, like brush
fire consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Bill, sensing her arousal, felt a glowing triumph. He'd get even with Danny all right.
Mary would come across, he was sure of it now; he had been right: Mary would be a
hot number, if Danny had anything to do with her.
He started whispering in her ear again with more lewd suggestions and his hand moved
up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. Christ, but she had nice tits! She
wasn't jabbing him in the ribs in protest anymore, now, either. She stood there,
watching her cousin suck off her boyfriend, and she wasn't fighting Bill. He pressed his
erect cock tighter against her buttocks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the soft
yielding crevice of her ass cheeks.
"God damn, look at her mouth – fuck your boyfriend. Why shouldn't we fuck, Mary? I
want to fuck you, Mary. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you standing right up here!"
Mary's mind was still a seething turmoil of anger and hatred, made irrational by the
amount of liquor she had drunk, but it was fast becoming swamped by her rising
passion. Bill's words were taking their toll now.
She could feel Bill's hand on her breast now, knew she should move it away, stop him
from touching her like that. She could feel his prick, hard between the sensitive cheeks
of her buttocks, and she knew she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked
were pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement – and she didn't want to stop.
She wanted to make love to Bill!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Mary's head pound rhythmically. Yes, that
was what she wanted! She wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear...
wanted him to... fuck her! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to punish Danny for
what he had done to her, what he was doing to her right now by letting her tramp
cousin suck him like that!
What better way than to make love to his friend! Oh, she would get back at him all
right. He couldn't hurt her and then pretend nothing had happened! She'd have her
revenge!
"Mary," Bill whispered, "I want to fuck you right here. "We'll show them they're not
the only swingers in Banger!"
"Yes!" Mary cried out. "Yes, yes, I want to fuck you, Bill!"
Bill's hand squeezed her breast harder, and his breath exploded into her ear. Those
were the words he had waited a long, long time to hear! He cupped both her breasts,
moving his pelvis tight behind her. "Right here, right now," he whispered.
"Yes!"
"While we watch Ann sucking Danny?" He didn't want to take his eyes off of that
voluptuous Ann from California.
"Yes!"
"Lean forward and put your hands on the door jambs so you can see," he hissed.
She complied, past all caring now, wanting only release from the floodtide of passion
surging like crazy through her body. She wanted him, wanted his cock, wanted to hurt
Danny.
His fingers were on the buttons of her dress now, snapping them open one by one.
Slowly, he drew the dress off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off her
body altogether. She raised one foot, then the other, to step out of the dress, wearing
only her bra and panties now. Bill unfastened her bra snaps, letting it fall away, and her
full, taut-nippled breasts swayed into freedom. Even in her humped over position, there
was no pendulous effect to full, firm mounds.
Mary felt Bill's fingers teasing along the silk encased material of her buttocks, his nails
digging lightly into the resilient, passion warm flesh. Then he was tugging at the
waistband of her panties, pulling them down. A cool rush of air blew along her
backside, and she dimly realized that she was now completely nude.
In the bathroom, in the bathtub filled with soapy water, Mary could see her cousin
pulling Danny's cock into her mouth voraciously, the shaft sliding along her tongue
like butter along velvet as she tried to take every single inch of his monstrous cock into
the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. Ann's buttocks undulated madly, and Danny was
jerking and twisting in a wild frenzy under her ministration; the foamy water lashed
over the edge of the tub spilling onto the floor in glistening pools. And still Ann sawed
up and down with enraptured, frenetic movements on his cock, her white cheeks puffed
out and contrasting with the blood-red shaft, her mouth so tightly sucking him that her
lip flesh pulled out grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned into almost
complete disappearance as she lunged downward again and he levered up to meet her
bobbing thrust.
He's going to cum in her mouth, Mary thought numbly. He's going to fill her mouth
with his cum, strangle her on it, and I hope she drowns in it... The thought was
perversely exciting, and down between her legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her
fluids in ever-increasing amounts as she watched Ann suck and lick her boy friend's
cock.
Behind her, Bill was massaging her buttocks, kneading and squeezing them with his
long fingers, pulling the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart to reveal the
enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Mary's slender well-tapered legs. Then
he brought one hand around to manipulate one of her breasts, fingers rolling and
teasing the rigid bud at its peak; his other hand dipped into the soft, hair-lined slit,
middle finger extended and teasing, down and under along the incredibly soft cunt of
the young girl. He found her clitoris, knowing that would surely drive her crazy when
he teased it with the tip of his finger. And he was right: Mary mewled with delight at
the electric contact his probings were sending through her.
At that moment, she felt his one hand leave her breast and, a second later, heard the
unmistakable whisper of a zipper being, drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing
her legs around his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Bill
pressed forward again, and Mary felt the hard, rubbery tip of his erect cock rub along
the velvety surface of her buttock cheeks, dip into the moist crevice and down toward
where his finger was sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
He's going to fuck me with his big hard cock, she thought. He's going to do to me
what I promised myself I would save for Danny... but for the first time, it doesn't seem
to matter any more... everything I held true has been destroyed tonight, my whole
world destroyed, so I might as well do whatever I feel like doing, since there's nothing
to hold me back now.
Bill worked the blood engorged knob of his long, purple veined cock up and down in
Mary's moist, soft cunt with increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good!
He told himself it was going to be one of the best fucks he'd ever had in his life. His
balls felt as if they weighed ten pounds each, and his cock throbbed and jerked with the
need to fuck her. He was going to get his nuts off after about ten strokes, he was so
goddamned excited! Danny would earn not to play around with his date, friendship or
no friendship. Eagle Scouts were supposed to be loyal and true; they weren't supposed
to fuck over their friends!
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mary," he whispered. "I'm going to put my hard cock in
your cunt and fuck you until you scream!"
"Yes, Bill!" Mary heard herself say in a half-whisper. "Fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Reach behind you and take my cock in your hand," he said. "Put it in your cunt,
Mary."
Groaning with the billows of fire that were racing through her blood stream, Mary
obeyed the order, reaching behind her to grasp the fleshy, lubricated slick head of Bill's
huge cock. God it was so big! But I can take it! Mary splayed her legs wider apart,
bracing herself against the doorway with her eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple
in the bathtub, and guided Bill's thick cock to her cuntal hole, placing it there at the
door of her secret place. She eased the thick head inside, reveling in the delicious
sensations which were reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.
"Fuck me, Bill!" she pleaded. "Hurry, hurry, hurrreee!"
"Yes, Mary," he murmured, and he couldn't control himself any longer. He levered
forward with all the power in his hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust hardened cock
tearing along the warm, wet, yielding walls of her cunt. The fleshy head slammed into
her cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting asscheeks, and his balls bounced
resoundingly against her wet pubic hair.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Oh, God, Bill... you're so bigggg!" Mary grunted as he withdrew slightly
and levered forward again.
Bill's hands came around to cup and knead her breasts, his breath hot and ragged on
the back of her neck. He couldn't control himself now... there weren't going to be any
foreplays. He was just going to fuck her so she could go back and tell Danny. He began
to fuck into her, back and forth, withdrawing his long hard cock almost all the way out,
and then lunging forward again to bring groans of tormented pleasure from her lips.
"Do you like it?" he hissed. "Do you like my cock in your belly?"
"Yes! Oh yes, I love it inside of me, Bill."
"I'm going to fill you up with my cum," he moaned. "I'm going to fill you up with so
much cum you'll have to float home." He moaned, fucking faster and faster into her
wet, butter soft cuntal hole.
"Yes, yes, fill me up, Bill fill me!"
It feels so good inside of me, it really does, she thought in her liquor-fogged brain. This
big fat cock of Danny's friend feels so good fucked way up into my belly... I'm a spiteful
girl, but I don't care... it feel so good... and why shouldn't I enjoy it? Look at Danny in
there. Look at his face, the way he's twisting and jerking. He's going to cum any second
now... and... yes, God yes, so am I and so is Bill!
She watched her cousin's mouth work harder and faster on Danny's cock in the
swirling water of the bathtub, work with incredible speed until her black head seemed
to be a blur of motion. Danny was levered up almost out of the water now, driving his
loins into her face, thrusting her flailing head down on his hardened cock to bend it
from side to side with her insatiable lips and tongue. Her hand kneaded and caressed
his balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly Mary saw her boyfriend's mouth fly
open as he drove upward maniacally. A strangled scream that reached even her ears
tore from his throat.
"I'm cccuuuumminnnngggggggggggg!" he howled, and Ann pulled her head back so
that only the head of his cock was between her lips, churning her mouth and lips
crazily as the first molten jet of his cum burst into her mouth from his overflowing
scrotum. Ann's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she milked his
erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from choking as he flooded his warm
white sperm deep into her mouth.
Mary saw her boyfriend's cum dribbling out around Ann's wildly sucking mouth,
rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin to commingle with the soapy water, and
the sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She buffeted back
against Bill's thick pistoning cock like some barnyard beast, her hips churning against
his loins, revelling in the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her
pussy hair and the wet sucking noise of his hotly pulsating cock as it fucked into her
convulsing cunt. Her entire being was filled with her beginning orgasm, and her wildly
exalting body trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the boy's wildly fucking cock.
"Bill, Bill!" she wailed mindlessly. "Bill, I'm going... going to... to cum... Bill, 
I'm there... I'm there... Ooohhhhh!"
"Me toooo!" he groaned behind her, unable to control the spinning heat in his balls.
With one final lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a great burning
surge of churning white semen far, far up into her wildly quivering womb. He was
moaning in orgiastic rapture, filling her belly with his sperm, inundating her with it.
Mary's pussy flowered open around Bill's wildly spasming cock, and her juices exploded
to mingle with his deep inside her still contracting belly.
She had never known an orgasm like this in her life!
It was as if she had been transported out of her own body through astral projection to
some far reaching galaxy on soft, gentle wings. She knew nothing but incomparable
rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and expanding
as if with an injection of some drug as her boy friend's cock gave the final jerking spurt
of cum and then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went limp. Finally,
it slipped from her sperm flooded cunt with a soft, obscene popping sound, trailing
sticky strands of cobwebby semen from her saturated cuntal slit.
Mary slumped forward on her knees on the carpet and gave out a long blissful sigh of
satiation as she saw Ann collapse across Danny in the bathtub and kiss him
passionately on the mouth with his cum still painting the girl's lips and chin. Mary was
almost comatose after her climax, and she only vaguely felt Bill's strong arms lift her up
and carry her across the room to place her gently between cool, clean sheets on the
wide double bed.


Chapter 5

The smell of scrambled eggs and frying bacon awoke Mary the next morning. The
phone rang and her head snapped off the pillow. Through the door she could hear her
mother's voice: "Hello, Danny... no, she's still asleep." The sound of curious
apprehension in her mother's voice startled her and she wondered how she'd gotten
home the night before. "Yes, I'll tell her, Danny. Goodbye."
And then the tears came, hot and bitter, stinging her cheeks at the remembrance of last
night. She didn't know if there was any hope for a girl like herself, or had some
incredible transformation taken place inside her that was irreversible? Had she
somehow become a carnal animal, a slut, like her cousin...
My cousin... her mind wailed. My whorish cousin. That tramp, she thought, I'm never
going to speak to her again... I wish she'd get back on the bus and head back to San
Francisco and hang out with her musicians and glittered idiots. Who does she think she
is anyway, coming out here to visit me and giving my boyfriend her mouth to use...
how cheap!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, at the same time blotting out
her own carnal behavior down there at the creek where she'd let her own pet animal
take her from behind. She buried her head under the covers despite the eighty degree
summer weather and sobbed.
She heard the door to her bedroom creak open a few inches and the syrupy sound of
Ann's voice calling to see if Mary was still asleep.
Damn you, thought Mary. Get out of my bedroom and leave me alone. Go back to San
Francisco and let my life be!
Mrs. Hagan didn't think it unusual when Mary didn't come down for breakfast, but
when she missed her favorite meat loaf and scalloped potatoes for dinner, she became
worried. Ralph Hagan sat buttering his bread with heavy clumps of yellow sweetness,
staring at his niece across the table, wondering just what happened last night that
brought such an anguished plea from Danny to come pick up the girls. And when he
had to half carry Mary to the car and put her to bed, he knew they'd been up to no
good. He could tell that from the Cheshire grin on Ann's face like she'd just won first
prize in a beauty pageant.
"Well, Ann, what are you going to do on your first day on the farm, huh?" Ralph talked
as he chomped on a pickle and potatoes, an unbelievably rude gesture that brought
chills to Ann's well mannered sense of decorum.
"Oh! I hadn't thought about it, Uncle Ralph," she purred in her high, sweet voice.
"Maybe I'll go for a walk. As I remember it's really cool down there by the creek. There
are some real far out spots down there, from what Mary tells me."
"Have you seen Mary's lamb?" asked Mrs. Hagan, turning to put a few more beet
pickles in the dish in front of her niece.
"Her lamb?" Ann stuck up her nose. "God, no! How bogus," she sneered haughtily.
Ralph reached for another piece of meatloaf, his shirt sleeves dragging through the
pickle dish. "Mary would be real hurt if she heard you say that. She's real proud of
Wooly and I bet she comes through at the state fair, too. You like animals?" he asked,
not really caring to hear her answer, more concerned with bridging the awkward silence
that followed every comment.
She shrugged her shoulders, picking at her potatoes and took a long sip of milk before
wrinkling up her nose. "Ugh!" she choked. "What's wrong with this milk?" She spat the
bubbly liquid back in the glass.
Dorothy dabbed at her mouth with her paper napkin, a look of abject horror on her
face. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Is it sour?"
"No, it just tastes... funny."
"That's cuz you city folk ain't tasted nothing but pasteurized milk. This is the real
stuff."
And so the meal passed: Ralph trying to make idle conversation, with Ann sneering and
Mrs. Hagan apologizing.
When at last everyone had pushed their plates to the side, Ann rose from the table, not
bothering to excuse herself, and headed for the door. "I'm going for a little walk. When
Mary wakes up, tell her where I am. I'm going down to the creek for a while."
Upstairs Mary had been waiting, ear to the door, waiting for long moments for her
cousin to leave the house. From behind her lace curtains, she watched as Ann headed
toward the barn, then turned toward the gate heading for the creek. No sooner had she
disappeared down the trail when Danny's father's Oldsmobile meshed its gears in the
Hagan's unpaved driveway.
Oh, God, thought Mary. He's the last person in the world I want to see! In one leap
she was back in bed, covers over her head, but with her ears peeled for the conversation
whispering through the floorboards from the kitchen directly below.
"Well, hello, Danny," she could hear her mother's voice encourage. "How about a piece
of lemon meringue pie. It's Mary's favorite so I'm sure she'd love for you to have a
piece."
Then she heard her name being called three times up the front steps.
"Oh my God! I can't go down there and talk to him in front of Mom! What could I
say? Damn you for fucking my cousin last night? That would go over real big with the
folks. So she laid there, praying for him to leave and praying for him to stay and
apologize at the same time. Oh, God, if only she could turn back the clock! If only the
horrible hurt would go away!
And then to her horror, she heard her mother coo: "Second door to the right upstairs,"
followed by footsteps on the uncarpeted steps!
The door, left ajar by Ann's prodding hand, edged open and Danny's brown hair
peaked in.
"Mary?"
"Go away," she pouted, her voice muffled by the heavy quilt shrouding her head.
"Leave me alone!"
"Mary, I can't hear you with that quilt over your head."
"Get out of my life, you beast!" she snapped, throwing the quilt to the floor and
stomping out of bed for a reason she didn't understand: her body needed rest, badly.
She hadn't slept all night.
Despite himself, Danny had to smile when he saw her petite figure clad in a long cotton
nightie, her hair, thick and wispy, looking like feathers sticking out from the long braid
that trailed down her back. Her face red with rage, her eyes vacuous from lack of sleep.
She was cute when she was angry; it brought out the Viking in her.
"Mary, for God's sake, what's wrong?"
"You know what it is!" she flared.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said softly, realizing that, somehow, she knew what had happened
between him and Ann in the bathtub. It wasn't possible... he had planned it all so well...
what went wrong? "Mary, please..."
"I won't listen to you, you, you creep!" She turned her head toward him slapping his
face with her long braid like a cow swatting a fly with its tail, and plopped back down
on the bed, her eyes blazing wetly with tears of anger. "I know what you did last night,
Danny! I saw you! Oh, dear God, I saw you and Ann together! I saw... saw her with her
mouth on your... your..." She couldn't say it, couldn't continue. She buried her face in
the pillow, crying unabashedly now.
He touched her tentatively, and then withdrew his hand as she cringed like a beaten
puppy from his touch. "Mary... if you only knew how bad I feel right now. I was drunk
and I was... oh, shit, I don't know what happened. It just happened that's all." He
didn't say anything for a short moment, thinking it might be better to just leave her
alone. "I just lost my head. You have to believe me, Mary," he said at last, wishing he
hadn't come for a surprise visit.
"I don't have to believe anything," she told him, her anger rising higher in her now,
reaching a fever pitch as it compounded with her own guilt and shame. "All I know is
that you were doing awful things with that slut of a cousin of mine."
"She's not a slut," Danny said defensively, and instantly he regretted his words.
"No? then what is she?" her blue eyes wide as silver dollars.
"A girl who likes sex, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that. We have sex!"
"Had sex!" she snapped.
"I don't care, she's still not a slut!"
"What's the big deal? Why are you so protective of her? I'm supposed to be your
girlfriend, not her!"
Danny felt his anger kindle inside him, too. He hadn't expected Mary to understand,
not really, and he didn't blame her for being upset. But... well, damn it, he felt some
inexplicable necessity for vindicating Ann's behavior the night before. "Listen, Mary."
His words were slow and measured. "Ann is not a whore just because she doesn't wait
for the male to chase after her. She's just real quick at responding, that's all..."
"Meaning me, is that it?"
"Okay, you're making me say it. Yes, you. Ann really knows how to please a guy, to do
the things that men like to have done. She doesn't just lie there and make a big deal of
giving herself! She's good, Mary, do you hear? Real good!"
He has no right to talk to me like that! He has no right, not after what he's done! What
kind of a man is he, to sit there and call me names, say that I'm no good in the back
seat of his car, when he's just finished having his... his cock sucked by my cousin. I'll
hurt him just like he hurt me!
Softly, maliciously, staring him in the eye, she said, "Bill didn't think I was such a bum
fuck! In fact, he really dug it!"
Danny froze into immobility, staring at her open-mouthed. "What... what did you say?"
"You heard me! I fucked Bill last night! I did it right in front of you two while we
watched you in the bathtub. I let him fuck me because of what you were doing! And
you know what, Danny?" And here she really dug in: "He didn't use a rubber or
nothing, so for all I know, I might be pregnant right now... with your best friend's
baby!"
Danny was speechless. His ears refused to believe at first what he was hearing. It wasn't
possible! Not his Mary, not her, not with his best friend!... Suddenly, his anger became
overwhelming as he realized that she was telling the truth – that she had fucked Bill.
He bared his teeth, taking her shoulders roughly in his hands and started shaking her.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned when at last she fell supine on the rumpled bed. "Suppose you
really are pregnant! Everybody in Banger will know! I'll get kicked out of school and
never be able to take over my Dad's practice!"
Mary just stared at him, wishing she hadn't said that, knowing there was no bigger
turn-off for a high school boy than to scare him with pregnancy – especially an
ambitious boy like Danny. She closed her eyes tight to shut out the image of his blood
red face staring down at her threateningly and she pulled the covers back over her head,
wishing she were an ostrich so she could bury her head in the sand. Next came the
thud of his angry footsteps and a slam of a heavy oak door. Danny was gone! She
peeked her head out from under the covers where she lay, knees tucked up under her
chin in a tight fetal position. A muffled concern echoed through the floorboards as she
heard her mother ask if something was wrong. The roar of an engine and a cloud of
dust down the unpaved driveway.
Oh Danny! sobbed Mary silently. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it. Please come back
to me, pleeeezzzz...
Overhead the warm Wisconsin July sun blazed down like a beacon in the sky and Ann
could feel its soothing warmth soaking into every pore of her sun-tanned skin. She was
a sun worshipper above all else. She'd followed the path that wound over small grass
covered knolls. It was high noon and the sun was at its apex. She began to perspire
beneath her tank top, sleeveless and scoop necked. Even her legs were feeling hot in her
Levi cut-offs.
Ann wasn't feeling so well today either, though she'd managed a lifeless conversation
over the dinner meal. The alcohol was still in her body; she could feel it rumbling
around in her belly along with Aunt Dorothy's meat loaf and meringue pie. She
stepped over a fallen tree that created a damn in the fast flowing creek where
fisherman's plastic line hung entangled in the dead boughs like spider webs in the
glistening sun. Wiping her forehead with her petite hand, she grimaced, noticing her
blood-red nail polish was chipping and absolutely unsightly. Life in the country was not
for Ann.
Wow, look at that neat little spot over there, she thought to herself, taking off her
sandals and dipping one toe into the cool water. Maybe I can go over there to sun
bathe; I don't want to lose my tan or all my friends will think I've really lost my mind.
They thought I was nuts for coming to Wisconsin in the first place.
Without checking for animal droppings or ant hills – with the trust that only city folk
have for the country – she plopped down on the spongy grass and took off her clothes,
garment by garment, all the while thinking about last night... Danny, what a great dude
he is! And his cock. God, it's really groovy. I just don't understand why Mary got so
uptight. She told me they were swingers... what's wrong with these Midwesterners
anyway? Don't they know that it's just not hip to hang onto one dude when the world
is full of 'em? What's so sacred about one person's sexual organs, anyway? I just don't
understand what the big deal is all about, why all the hassle this morning when I went
to talk to Mary. Maybe she saw us. Ann shrugged her shoulders, naked and tan, to fling
her hair over her right shoulder. Maybe she would learn something if she did. I don't
want her being upset with me 'cause I really dig her. But Danny, he's a hot dude all
right.
Ann felt a distinct tingling, exciting sensation crawling up through her cunt just at the
thought of what she'd done with Danny last night in the bath tub. God, I wish Danny
were here right now, I'd give him head like he's never had before. Oh, God, how I need
a cock right now!
Images of she and Danny in the bathtub floated in her mind like migrant clouds as she
relaxed and lay back on the grass. God, how I love to lay naked in the grass... this is a
lot better than Alice's backyard, too, although I don't think I'd like swimming in the
creek with all those fish and squishy bugs and stuff. She closed her eyes and the warm
sun felt good on her smoothly firm young skin.
A Grateful Dead tune rollicking in her mind, one that played on and on last night as
she and Danny played in the bubbly bathtub, and soon Ann felt the tips of her fingers
begin to tap against the satiny flatness of her belly in time to the rhythmic rocking
music. And then tiny needlepoints of shivering, thrilling rocking sensation rippled over
her as her fingers began to softly massage her own naked flesh as that same lingering
image of Danny last night fastened once again on the fringes of her mind. Again she
shivered, this time from the luridly exciting image of Danny's naked muscular body,
just as strong and hard as California surfers, and partly from the soft tick-touch of her
fingertips across the smooth plane of her sumptuous belly. Her warmly creamy thighs
were just slightly parted and she discovered that she could, by twisting her flaringly
sensuous hips in a certain way, massage the distending, throbbing little tip of her
sensitive clitoris!
"Mmmmmmmmmm... that feels good... I could almost make myself cum like this and
God knows when I'll have another chance with Danny. These Midwesterners are so
fucking possessive." She said this half aloud as she continued her erotically rhythmic
exercises that created such tingling, titillating sensations to ripple up from between her
open thighs. Ann closed her eyes now to bask in the fond memories of the sexual
encounter the day before with Danny.
"Oh, Danny!" she moaned and as if with a life of their own, her fingers delicately
touched the rich, ample fullness of her sixteen-year-old ruby crested breasts as they rose
and fell in her self-induced daze of vibrantly tingling sexuality. The sensuously aroused
girl felt herself shiver excitedly as her searching, gently exploring fingers crept back
along her naked belly. Towards the burning moisture drenched territory of her cunt. It
was agony and it was self-inflicted, but she couldn't live without it! She had to do
something... something... oh God she wished Danny was there.
Slowly, her hand crept down to the erotically enchanting region of her darkly curling
pubic triangle and felt a sublime electric thrill race over the softly tufted mound and
into that erogenous region between her slowly spreading thighs, already seeping moistly
with her surging needs.
"Ooooh! Ummmm," she moaned abandonedly now to herself as her probingly
outstretched middle finger found the pulsing little bud of her erect clitoris snugly
nestled between her fleshy thighs. It quivered beneath her exploring touch and she
could feel its ecstatic signals racing throughout her entire nakedly moist body and her
immediate, instinctive reaction was to begin twisting and turning excitedly on the soft
cushions of the ground.
With wanton desire, her eagerly trembling fingers encircled the tiny pulsing, erectly
tremulous bud of her hard clitoris and she squeezed it between her fingertips, her
mouth flying open as the lightning like flashes of arousal crashed through her body,
causing her naked full mooned breasts to quiver and dance, and her hips to gyrate with
a slow, undulating motion. Dimly, as if in the background, she could hear the noise of
an animal in the willows nearby, but she paid no heed. Then, leaving the clitoris, she
rubbed her cunt and felt a new wave of tingling excitement sweep through her until she
abandoned that pursuit to return to the erotically excited, erectly quivering bud of her
hotly moistened fingertips, savoring the lustful tremors of impassioned excitement,
while her asscheeks clenched tightly together and her hips rotated and lifted off the soft
bed of the lounge pumping up and down as if asking for more!
Her other hand now began busily kneading and squeezing her soft pliant, fully rounded
breasts, caressing them as they quivered with pleasure. She took her nipple between her
thumb and forefinger, gently rolling the fingers back and forth, feeling new crushing
sensations of sublime rapture as the little blossoms sprouted into vigorous, hardened life
beneath her expert massaging. From one mound to the other her hand traveled, while
her lusciously parted legs, one outstretched finger probing the heated inner area of her
searingly smoldering cuntal lips.
"Oh, Danny," the heatedly excited young girl murmured aloud. "Oh, Danny, how I
need you now!" God, how I want you to fuck me."
The hand on her breasts now slithered down over the satiny smoothness of her flat
belly to join the other still probing the exploring motions around the wispy territory of
her cunt and began to massage the erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her hips
arched up into the air as she quickened her pace. Round and round her hips moved,
inviting her intruding fingers to enter the hidden secret of her openly spread cunt and
soon one outstretched middle finger slid effortlessly into the moistened, fire-filled
cavern and felt its soft walls literally snap at it as they closed hungrily around it.
But one small finger wasn't enough, and so soon afterwards another finger joined it...
and then still another finger until three impaling, lust lubricated fingers were
fingerfucking up into the scorching, flame licked furnace of her cuntal passage while the
fingertips on the other hand worked erotically at the pinkly glistening titty of her
clitoral flesh. With lust crazed abandon, the young girl writhed unashamed on the grass
as both her hands worked feverishly around the pulsing, passion-drenched pussy flesh
nestled so enticingly up between the fleshy fullness of her creamy young thighs.
"Please, Danny, please, I need your cock! A hard cock fucking up inside my cunt! Oh
Christ, I'm going to cum..."
Ann was poised on the brink of her impending orgasmic explosion, every muscle in her
body taut, every ounce of her energy concentrated on the lust inflamed region between
her supple, full-fleshed thighs when she became vaguely aware of something... strange...
foreign... forbidden... something was not quite right. Her mind was too dazed by lust to
really concentrate on anything except the burning torrent between her legs where her
busily probing, slithering fingers madly went about their erotic work, causing ripple
after ripple of heated, unquenchable excitement to spasm through her nakedly
thrashing body.
But... something, she sensed vaguely, was not right. She opened her eyes now, ever so
slightly, and through a tear clouded vision she saw him. A lamb! Wooly!
The sheep had grown tired of waiting for his mistress to take him for their walk, and
not only that but she'd been neglecting him and their lessons that would win them the
championship at the state fair and so he'd slipped unnoticed from the barn, thinking he
might find Mary down here by the creek. When he smelled the familiar scent of a
woman in heat, he'd move silently through the bushes until he found her lying spread
out on the grass, her hands working in teasing circular motions between her splayed,
creamy-fleshed thighs and little human gasps and cries coming from between her well
moistened lips. He watched her smoothly soft feminine buttocks rise from the lounge to
meet her rhythmically working outstretched fingers and something familiar clicked
inside of his brain. Something unmistakably warm flowed through him as the womanly
scent of passion invaded his nostrils and grew stronger and stronger with each step
forward. He sensed his own loins quiver lustfully as his eye remained fixed on her
naked body...
It was then that Ann first saw the lamb, saw him stepping inch by inch closer to her.
She opened her mouth wide in amazement, thinking it must be Mary's prize-winning
lamb. Her hands stopped for a moment, freezing in their lewd position between her
open thighs and she heard him "baaaahhhhhh".
Wooly sniffed tentatively at her hand and at once a shiver of arousal went through his
loins as he smelled the same scent that had driven him crazy with desire for his
mistress.
Abruptly, he leaned his head down to lick out hotly with his wet, rough skinned tongue
against the smooth nakedly exposed flesh of her suntanned body.
"Oh, you big beautiful lamb, you! Oh, yes, do it some more," Ann moaned with rising
excitement as the lewdly provocative thought of the sheep licking her aroused her still
further.
In her lust-crazed excitement, Ann reached out to the licking sheep once again and his
hotly moist tongue licked along the velvety skin of her belly and an excruciating ripple
of lust swept over her. He did again and again, the searing spread length of his pink,
fleshy tongue against the sensitive skin of her sucked in belly causing continuous
tremoring impulses to crash through her nakedly eager body.
It was even a struggle for the girl to raise her head to look at the madly licking beast,
her gasping breaths making her rounded breasts rise and fall, their erect fullness half
hiding her view as she strained to see his long, pinkly hot tongue actually licking
outward over the smoothness of her stomach! Higher and higher he moved, relentlessly
lapping until he was finally tongue-caressing the rounded, full undersides of her
Quivering breasts, ever creeping upward over their melon-shaped contours toward the
tiny, pink marble blossoms of her nipples.
Ann couldn't hold back the gasping moan that rushed past her lips when his tongue
actually reached them, wetly grazing the sensitively ripened, erectly throbbing buds over
and over to send maddeningly aroused spasms of sublime heaven spiralling through her
nakedly glistening body in the warm afternoon sunshine.
"Oh, yes, you really know how to make a girl happy, don't you? Oh, God, your tongue,
it's so good."
The young girl could hardly think much less speak then as his hotly licking tongue
worked damply over the nakedly quaking mounds of her breasts fanning the already
heated flames of her lust. She heard his deep throated whimper and her eyes widened to
take in all of his loving, licking performance... and then, abruptly, he stopped.
"Hey, come back here! Where do you think you're going?" she pleaded and then caught
her breath in her throat as she raised her head to watch the sheep poise there with his
long nose just above the enticing vee of her widespread thighs! "Yes, oh God, do it to
me, animal. Oh, lick me, lick my cunt."
Slowly, his head lowered as she watched, half crazy with wild anticipation as his hot
animal breath wisped through her curly pubic hair. His wet nose coolly brushed against
the softly creamy warm flesh of her inner thigh and then against the lips of her cuntal
hole! She heard the sheep whimper again as he sniffed the provocative aroma of her
female excitement, a movement that almost drove Ann out of her mind. It was better
than going down on rock stars back stage at Winterland!
"Oh, don't wait any longer, you big stud!" she cried out loud. "Please lick my cunt like
a good boy. Oh, lick your tongue deep inside it good!" She groaned as she lifted her
legs up and back to expose the nakedness of her cuntal plane and buttocks to him.
Then the lust hungry young girl felt his cool damp black nose moving down below her
cuntal curls and rubbing wetly, provocatively, against the tiny puckered ring of her anal
opening, which caused her some surprise but even more delight! She ground her hips
toward him in ecstatic welcome, gasping as his hotly liquid tongue snaked out to
wormingly lick up and down the smooth skinned crevice surrounding her now tightly
clenched little rectal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its roundly ovaled lips!
"Oh, God, animal. You're driving me crazy! Oooohhhhh!" she gasped, straining for
breath. She followed his head now with her eyes as he once again lowered it and felt his
wet, fire-filled tongue exploring between her open, welcoming thighs. Her entire body
trembled and she groaned again in a building mindlessness of completely abandoned,
erotic pleasure as he fluidly drew his tongue upward over the full length of her wildly
sucking pussy!
"Ummmmmmmooooowwwwwwww!" she moaned to express her appreciation of his
wild tongue-fucking.
Again, he did the same thing, this time with his long thick animal tongue spreading
through her softly yielding cuntal lips like a licking flame. And it didn't stop, but.
continued relentlessly spreading and licking and lathing at her nakedly exposed, pinkly
glistening flesh, at last pausing to flick out in a sensuous curling motion far up into the
furnace of her boiling hot cunt! The lust crazy girl could only groan and gasp and
murmur incoherent endearments as she writhed in uncontrollable wild thrashings in
response to the erotically stimulating oral licking of the sheep that belonged to her
cousin.
"Yessss! Oh, don't stop now... don't ever stop... never... Lick me good... oh, lick my
cunt!"
At that point in her breathtaking, frantic arousal, the nakedly rocking young girl didn't
care about anything else in the world except the prurient excitement exploding through
her loins from the wetly slaving tongue of her cousin's sheep. She didn't care if anybody
saw her. All she cared about was the obscene sensuous delight his licking was sending
flickering through her body. Her own whimpers audibly increased and she could hear
the lamb's muffled baaahhhh's each time he lifted his head for air.
Ann didn't know how long it went on. It seemed like one mere flash of a moment; it
seemed like an infinite eternity in her lust-hungry state. All she knew was that he
continued with his heavenly rough tongue wetly licking around and through and over
her liquid drenched cuntal flesh until she was moaning and squirming her whole
nakedly frenzied body beneath his erotically powerful lashings.
"Yesssss! Ooooooh," she murmured with a husky, throaty voice as he flicked the full
mesmerizing length of his tongue in a coil up into the madly clutching mouth of the
girl's cunt. "Yesss! Oh make me cum... make me cum all over your tongue... yesss...
please, make me cuuuummm, lover!"
The young brunette was nearly driven out of her senses and now reached down to
gently grasp his huge head, drawing it tighter into her as with an animalish groan of
her own, she drew her knees up all the way back to the quivering, ruby-tipped mounds
of her moon-rounded breasts, pulling his long nose even tighter down into the wetly
pulsing region of her broiling cunt! "Oooooh!"
Wooly knew very well what he was doing and delighted in playing games with still
another female and one he knew was blood relatives with his dear sweet Mary. His
eager tongue flicked up the hotly clasping, soft-walled passage like a fire brand, his own
whines blending with those of the passion-dazed young girl as he lovingly licked and
swirled into the shimmering pink flesh between her eagerly spread thighs and buttocks.
"Oh, you... big... beautiful... cunt lover! Oooohh, lick me... lick my cunt... yes, lick me
good!" she pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely presented loins and trembling
round buttocks up against his hotly spearing, devilishly slaving tongue!
Wooly could feel a burning fever in his own loins growing steadily as he smelled and
tasted the erotic juices of her sweetly aromatic female passion, the distinct flavor of it
spurring his own animal instincts and passions higher and higher. He knew the feeling
very well from that day with his mistress, Mary, that this incredibly aroused girl would
know how to give him pleasure too.
Ann actually cried out when his magnificently licking tongue suddenly deserted her
shamelessly aroused cunt, and she looked him straight in the eye when she lifted her
head. "Oh, my darling... what is it? What's the matter? Please... don't leave me strung
out like this!"
The young girl was seized by a lustful panic and watched the massive lamb as he moved
around to her side, stepping carefully from between her invitingly parted legs. Then, he
nosed her against her softly sloping hip in a gesture that she suddenly found herself
understanding! He... he wants me to... to turn over onto my stomach! Emphatically, he
nudged against her harder, the deep sounds coming from his broad chest almost
frightening the young girl!
"Hold on, darling, I've got a better idea," she said. Her eyes glowed with the
lasciviousness of her intended act and her heart pounded forcefully against her chest,
causing her rounded breasts to quiver violently. She raised her hips up then lifting her
cunt at the same time so as to expose it openly, and then she spread her creamy thighs
wide apart in open invitation to the trembling animal who stood before her, his molten
black eyes locked on the softly pulsing flesh of her cuntal region. She spread her thighs
again even wider, sensing that this was what he wanted her to do, breathlessly picturing
her naked smoothness as it must appear to the lustful animal. She lay perfectly still,
feeling his hot, panting breaths whisking against the softly curling hair of her cunt.
Then she almost cried out when she felt once again the lewd, forbidden delight of his
thick wet tongue slithering into the smooth dampened slit up between her openly
welcoming thighs.
At first, Wooly had been confused. His first mistress had taught him to take her from
behind and it wasn't clear to him what this girl wanted him to do. If she wasn't on her
knees, then...? But the way she was looking at him, the way her breath was coming in
ragged spurts, the way her eyes were glazed with lust... it must be all right this way! So
he moved forward, easily mounting between her raised loins feeling once again the hot
wetness of her sweet smelling cunt as his tongue began to roam in its warm liquid heat.
Ann's moans were beyond all control now, sensations like electric shocks shaking her
young body and tantalizing her simmering cunt and belly. The obscene desire to reach
down with her small hands to lewdly spread the lush cheeks of her ass open, offering
him enticing access to her tiny puckered anal ring, was as intense as the fire raging at
the base of her hungrily pulsing loins. She felt his loving hot tongue wetly caressing the
hair-fringed lips of her lust-inflamed pussy, then licked with an insane heat along its
flushed folds on its forbidden way toward the mouth of her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she cried, feeling as though the last remnants of her sanity were about to fly
away. It was all beyond anything she had ever conjured even in her most vivid sexual
fantasies... but then, she felt his animal nose nudging at her again and it was clear that
he was ready now, ready to do what she had long ago wanted him to do! Get up
between her legs and fuck her!
"Aaaaaauuuuuugh!" Ann wailed as Wooly drew his thick, rough-skinned tongue up
through the full length of her wet, blazing cuntal crevice and she eagerly spread her legs
even further apart to open her throbbing wet pussy slit between her trembling thighs
wider to him.
His long, spiralling animal tongue lunged out with a carnal desire, sweeping hotly
through the wet inner flesh and flicking heatedly at the greedily clasping mouth of her
aching cunt. He was purposely getting her as excited as he could before he finally let
her have it with his big animal cock!
She tensed as she felt his powerful body crowding hotly in towards her nakedly exposed
cunt... yes, he's ready... good and ready... now! He's going to fuck me now!
Ann was desperate, her passion burning within her naked lusting body with such
intensity that she would do anything, anything at all to hasten his fucking. She hugged
him at first, her soft moistened lips kissing his long black sheep snout and large limpid
eyes while he tried vainly to answer with his tongue. But then, she was reaching down
beneath him until he felt her gentle, loving fingers begin to surround the pendulous,
cum-laden balls beneath his belly... and then her fingers were fondling warmly the
length of his emerging animal cock and parting the soft dark curls of her pubic hair
with the tapered end of it! She was pressing it, pressing it gently right up into the
warmly pulsating entrance of her hotly waiting cunt!
Wooly was relieved at once to know that this strange but aromatically sweet woman did
indeed want him to fuck her... but it was so strange... he had never fucked a human
except from behind, and then only once... but she seemed to want him to fuck her that
way... she had guided the throbbing tapered tip of his sheep cock to the lubricated
mouth of her wet cunt... and then it was more a matter of nature than of reason!
Instinctively, as the powerful sheep felt the moistly clasping female cuntal flesh tickling
and teasing at the tip of his animal hardness, he did what his age old instincts told him
to do! He fucked hard into the warmly greeting human hole! He hadn't any conception
of his own strength so he hadn't any mercy as the huge white sheep humped his
haunches forward up between her widespread thighs and sunk his long palpitating
length of blood-pounding sheep cock into the upturned channel of this young girl's
cunt! He squatted somewhat on his hind legs to be able to do it so it would fuck inside
her hotly seething belly. Immediately, he felt his fur-encased, sperm-filled testicles
slapping up against the smooth, wide-splayed crevice between the mound of her
buttocks as he fucked into her with all the animal strength of a sheep.
"Aaaaauuuugh! Ooooowwww, aaaooo!"
Ann wailed at the unbelievably satisfying first penetration of his massively hardened
cock, but there was very little chance to linger over the pleasure as it filled her passion
dilated cuntal wetness and then fucked out... and then fucked in once again! A dozen or
perhaps more fucking thrusts burrowed their way deep inside her moistly clenching
cunt before she fully came to grips with what was happening to her, so intense was his
animalistic assault on the helplessly aroused young girl. Like the powerful animal that
he was, his plunging sheep cock fucked deep up into the wetly aching depths of her
open cunt. She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind blinded and tormented by
the screaming intensity of her rampant desire, the very soul of her cunt inflamed with a
raging wave of lust!
Maddening delights of forbidden ecstasy filled her lewdly straining nakedness and the
frenetic young girl could do no more than groan and moan and squirm salaciously
around beneath the big beautiful beast that belonged to her cousin as she offered the
whole of her nakedness to him to fuck as long and as hard as he wanted! She strained
to look down between them and watch with a mesmerized fascination as the red hot
rod of massively thickened sheep cock slithered in and out of her raging hot cunt with
breathtaking charges, fucking its way to the furry hilt in her ravished cuntal passage, his
heavy, cum-laden balls slapping heavily down against the tiny, pinkly puckered ring of
her asshole between her widespread young buttocks!
Her breasts quivered violently from every cunt-splitting plunge, her brain reeling and
rocking in the blinding whirlpool of her lust! She gasped and groaned and tried
desperately to watch as the glistening cock fucked deep into her wetly clasping cunt and
she kicked her legs out, wrapping them around his strong, furry broad back to
rhythmically lift her fiery loins in a wildly obscene grinding motion to meet his
powerful, lust driven strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon.
"Yeeesss! Fuck meeeee! Oh, you big... beautiful... beast... fuck meeeee!" she cried,
unable to contain the fiercely glowing fires of her outrageously wanton desire. She
could feel the pressure of her own climax building, growing, rising inside her loins and
she knew it wouldn't be long now before the final mind-shattering explosion shuddered
through her heatedly striving, intensely thrashing nakedness. It would be more
wonderful, more magnificent, more breathtaking and out of sight than any other
orgasm she'd ever had before: and it was all thanks to this fucking, wildly sexual sheep.
Damn, I wish I lived in the country now, she thought. I'd have a sheep and a dog and
maybe even a horse.


Chapter 6

Mary brushed out her long trailing braid, not bothering to redo it, letting her hair hang
loose around her tanned shoulders. It was time for a change anyhow, she knew, as she
quickly dressed. For the past hour she'd lain there, covers over her head, breathing in
her own foul thoughts while the rest of the world glimmered and shone in the July sun.
A perfect summer day for higher spirits than she'd been feeling.
Instead of exiting through the kitchen where she knew her mother would stop and
interrogate her concerning the strange happenings at the Hagan residence since the day
before, she left through the porch near the living room, at the other end of the house
from the kitchen.
Realizing she'd neglected Wooly long enough for pleasures that had proved to be more
jarring than anything she could remember since coming out of her mother's womb, she
decided it was time to get back to those things in life that were really important... not
stupid boys who couldn't keep their hands off any old female who looked him straight
in the eye. But now, as she headed for the barn, she realized that she, too, had not been
exactly honest with Danny. True, she did tell him about Bill. But what about Wooly?
Or was she so ashamed of letting her animal make love to her that she refused to think
about it?
Her petite hand shoved open the heavy red-painted barn door, expecting to hear the
familiar "bbbaaahhh" of Wooly's grateful cries. She expected him to greet her. She had
hoped, of course, that he wouldn't be too angry with her for leaving him alone for two
days; she had tried to explain to him yesterday morning when she went to greet her
cousin Ann at the bus stop, that she would be busy with other things. But the blank
gaze in his eyes had told her that he didn't really understand. Before leaving for the
bus, she had taken his head in her hands and kissed the top of it while her soft young
hands stroked gently along his back and chest. Meanwhile, he had simply gazed up at
her with those soulful, beautiful dark eyes – God how he looked at her! It was almost
as if he was losing her forever and was helpless to do anything about it!
But now she would make it up to him; she would wrap her arms around his wooly neck
and see those limpid eyes gazing happily up at him!
"Wooly, Wooly, where are you?" the young girl called, after seeing that he was not in
his stall. Oh, he's probably just teasing the calves, she thought, a game the free-to-roam
animal loved, just for the sake of declaring his supremacy among the barnyard animals.
"Wooly, I'm here!" she called again. Nothing. Silence. Anxiously, her heart pounding in
her chest, she ran through the barn, searching in every corner... nothing.
Oh God! I'll never forgive myself if something has happened to him! Oh, what if he has
run away! No, no, he wouldn't do that! But where could he be?
Mary dashed out to the barnyard, her eyes quickly surveying the entire landscape – but
she saw no sign of her beloved Wooly.
Suddenly, she froze. Maybe he's gone down by the creek. Oh, no! Her petite hands flew
to her cheeks in dismay. The quicksand! God, what if he's stuck in the quicksand and
dies!
Running, she dashed for the fence, and without bothering to open the gate, climbed
over the top, mindless of the cow pies that squished brown between her bare toes
sending aromatic fumes to her flaring nostrils. Wooly, oh baby, she groaned silently,
panting breathlessly from her lightning pace. Oh, God, Wooly, be safe, just be safe. I
don't care what you're doing, just be safe!
For minutes she screamed and yelled calling his name endearingly one phrase and
cursing him the next. She'd about given up all hope, thinking he might have headed for
the woods in the opposite direction. When she came to the fallen tree, one of her
favorite Fishing holes where she'd snagged many a trout but landed few, she thought
she heard an animal like noise. She stopped, her heart pounding excitedly. He's
probably lying in a field of dandelions. Step by step the sound became clearer, until
finally she heard something that made her freeze. A voice, high and shrill, crashed into
her ears: "Fuck meee!" Filled with fresh apprehension, the tearful young girl walked
with weak knees towards the sound. It was then that she saw Wooly... with her cousin
Ann... could he be... fucking her? He had to be, they were locked lewdly and naked
together... Ann and Wooly.
Young, blonde and dumbstruck, Mary stood hanging onto the limply hanging bough of
a willow tree with her eyes and mouth wide open in horrified disbelief. Her first
thought was, it's not enough that she has to steal my boyfriend, but my God, now she's
after my sheep, too! Mary couldn't move, she couldn't think, her mind and her body
were paralyzed by the obscene sight being enacted before her blue eyes right in her own
view.
Ann's loins were lifted off the ground as if she were doing yoga exercises, rising and
falling with the steady rhythm of her lewd lust, her naked sun-tanned young body
glistening with moisture. In front of her loins, humping over her nakedness, was Mary's
own lamb, Wooly, and she could see his long, thick scarlet sheep cock fucking wetly in
and out of Ann's exposed cunt! Ann's eyes were closed, her head was flailing madly
from side to side as whimpers of aroused, excited delight escaped from between her
moistly parted lips while the masculine cock of Wooly's lust fucked into her.
The young blonde finally began to approach cautiously, step by step, afraid of making
any sound or abrupt movement for fear of distracting the lewdly fucking couple. Her
mind was swimming within her head... how had Ann managed to seduce him? Was she
some kind of nymphomaniac who was able to seduce anything with a cock?
And Ann! What kind of a perverted sex fiend was she, shamelessly fucking with a sheep
right there in front of God and everybody? And I thought Cousin Ann was my friend!
God, she's fucked my boyfriend, and as if that wasn't enough, now she's after my pet!
What's next... me? My dear Wooly! Damn him making love to my cousin! You are MY
sheep, don't forget that!
The young distraught blonde inched closer to the madly fucking pair, watching the soft
hair-fringed lips of Ann's hotly working cunt disappear up inside her inwardly sucking
cunt with each fuck forward of Wooly's sex spearing cock, and watching those same
soft, pinkly glistening lips pulling all the way back out as Wooly fucked back out with
his mammoth swollen prick on the outstroke. The sight was like a magnet,
mesmerizing the bewildered young girl as she crept cautiously forward, watching .with
stunned fascination as the enormous cock fucked time and time again into the warmly
welcoming cunt of Ann, his every wool-covered muscle taut against his skin as Ann
rocked and writhed nakedly beneath his in-fucks.
As for Ann, she was aware of nothing in the world except that madly storming, thickly
turgid sheep cock smashing into the heatedly soft walled depths of her cuntal hole, and
each new plundering plunge brought new and ecstatic waves of sublime pleasure
rippling through her naked body, causing her huge, firmly rounded breasts to quiver
and tremble violently. If anyone had ever told her that this would happen some day...
well, she would have told them they were out of their mind! But now, now she wanted
his sheep cock, wanted to feel his shooting white hot cum spraying unrelentingly up
into her thirstily aching cunt. She hungered for it to crash against the hotly sucking
walls of her cuntal hole and to feel the sticky streams of it dribbling down the soft,
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Raging tongues of searing hot flames licked between
her thighs and her wildly hot cunt glowed with her seeping juices. Damn, she was
nearly exploding with mind-shattering kaleidoscopic lust as she listened to him make
weird sounds in his throat!
Mary still walked tentatively forward, her mind devastated and defiled with the lusty
sight in front of her – her own cousin and friend making mad and passionate love with
her own precious sheep-lover! And yet... yet... no, it couldn't be true... yes, Ann looks
so... beautiful lying there... just like last night when I got so... so hot... watching she and
Danny make love... so sexy and wild... it was almost as if... she was an animal herself...
a hungry, greedy, sexually appetizing animal... she had to be part of it!
Incredibly, Wooly never stirred, never ceased his fucking into the softly inviting pussy
flesh of Ann. He sensed that his mistress was approaching... soon he could begin to
catch the distinctive aroma of her excited, aroused girlhood, mingling with the same
pungent fragrance of the girl below him... but he didn't stop fucking Ann, he couldn't
have stopped if he'd wanted to because of the fire raging through his cum-filled balls,
aching to escape through the long hot hardness of his sheep cock into the warmly
welcoming hole of this young girl's cunt! He knew that after he was finished with his
brunette friend here, he would go to his mistress. Oh, he was in heaven with these
young beautiful girls who appreciated him so!
Ann shivered at the sound of the loving beast's harsh guttural moans as at the same
instant his haunches began to fuck even more furiously in and out of her steaming
cuntal hole, fucking in until his tapered cock tip bashed against her cervix. Yet there
was still another surprise in store for the young brunette as she opened her eyes and
saw her cousin! Her young blonde cousin was standing there, next to the wildly fucking
pair, and she was taking her clothes off! Her trembling hands were practically ripping
the clothes from her body and now she was kneeling down, inching closer and closer,
her wide open eyes fixed on Ann's churning, swaying, thrashing loins where Wooly was
fucking into her with all his might! Christ, it looks like she wants to join in!
Suddenly Ann felt warm, small hands kneading at her breasts as she looked up to see
the moistly glistening, wide-splayed lips of Mary's blonde curled cunt hovering over her
face! Without a moment's hesitation, Ann reached up and pulled Mary's quivering loins
down hard over her lips while the young blonde continued to caress and knead at
Ann's trembling young breasts, teasing and tweaking the ruby-red nipples into vibrantly
distended erection. Ann suddenly opened her mouth to let her moistly pink tongue play
along her lips, then quickly lashed out with it to hotly lick at the soft, hair-lined lips of
her cousin's quivering cunt!
"Aaaagh!" the young blonde moaned as her brunette cousin teased the soft glistening
folds of her warmly inviting cunt with her slithering pink tongue, sending mad swirling
streams of fiery passion surging through her loins and crashing through her naked body
as it crouched there above the anxiously, frantically fucking nakedness of her cousin
Ann!
Ann was beside herself with the furiously licking of the seething, moistly seeping cunt
of her cousin and she moaned around her hotly flicking tongue as she felt Wooly's hard
thickness fucking into her wildly sucking cunt which clung convulsively to the fucking
prick until she thought she would burst from the sheer agonizing pleasure of it all! Her
warmly lashing tongue seemed to drink in the sweet sexual juices of her curvaceous
young blonde cousin, reveling in the softly warm folds of her cunt and then with a
wetly licking curl, surging up into the warm wetness of the hotly clutching hole and
basking in the tantalizingly warm sucking of it while her own crazily aroused cunt
sheathed Wooly's enormously elongated cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could sense
that she was ready to cum – ready to accept his love juices deep up into the warmly
waiting receptacle of her wildly straining cunt!
And then suddenly her own explosion reverberated throughout her shuddering,
spasming body convulsing her every muscle as it rippled over her lust driven body! Oh
God! I'm cumming! She thrashed upwards in one enormously convulsive shudder as its
violent tremor held her there for what seemed like forever, her mouth hanging open in
a soundless scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets!
And then, with equal suddenness, she could feel the sheep's thickly turgid cock
convulse wildly and begin to jerk deep in the darkened, warmly clenching depths of her
cunt, filling it with a powerful streaming force of scalding liquid that splashed and
crashed against the soft, clinging walls! It was spewing from deep in the wool-covered
well of his testicles, filling her cunt it began to overflow, dripping down the softly pliant
flesh of her creamy like thighs while her tongue worked ever more voraciously within
the heated depths of Mary's love hungry cunt, flicking and lashing hotly as the young
blonde moaned eagerly above her!
Time and time again, as if bursting forth from a never ending spring, Wooly's cum
spurted into her hotly clutching cunt and she felt as if a bomb had exploded inside of
her belly as the scalding thick liquid continued to pour into her while the tremors of
her own orgasm began to finally subside in her tremulously excited young body. She
wanted to scream, to cry out like a wild animal, but instead she madly licked and
flicked her tongue up deep into the warmly steaming hole of her cousin Mary's
hungrily striving young cunt.
And then, at last, after a long silence punctuated only by their panting gasps, Mary fell
to the side, Wooly backed away into the willows, and Ann was left, hips still moving,
eyes still closed, chest still heaving under the quivering breasts, in the aftermath of her
sexual delirium...
"Oh my God, Ann, what have I done? What can I say?" Mary moaned softly as she sat,
nakedly whimpering, on the soft green grass as the creek bubbled on by, mindless of
the lust that it had witnessed between the two sixteen-year-old girls. She buried her
flushed face in her hands.
"Come on, Mary," said Ann, running her hand across her cousin's head and stroking
soothingly along her long blonde hair. "There's nothing wrong with getting-off on
another female's body. Jesus, it's no big deal. You dug it, didn't you?"
"Oh, Ann! I... I... I don't know what to think anymore," the young blonde stammered,
awash in the confusion of her own emotions. "I just can't believe that I really did that...
especially since I was so angry with you last night for what you did with Danny... I
hated you then... and... and now I did this! Oh my God!" And it was true. The young
blonde farm girl didn't know what came over her, couldn't quite understand how her
own instant jealousy had somehow turned into such wanton lust. But when she had
seen them there, Ann and Wooly, on the soft green coolness of the summer grass,
obscenely fucking like that, her own sheep's lusty cock buried to its hilt in her cousin's
luscious cunt... Something wild and animal took over her, something strange and
unexplainable! God, it was like she was a different person! It surely wasn't the old
golden girl, Mary Hagan!
"Listen, chickie," began Ann soothingly. "You know when I was riding back to the farm
with you and your dad and I asked you if you and Danny were swingers – and you said
yes? So I just assumed you dug other people besides just each other. Just because I
fucked him doesn't mean you can't anymore. Jesus, why give up a good fuck for pride,
and he is a groovy dude. He digs you, too."
In answer, Mary wailed, sobbed and wiped her nose on the back of her petite hand.
"I'm not making any big deal of it, you know," continued Ann, "but in San Francisco
everybody in my crowd just kinda digs everybody and nobody gets uptight. Jesus, I
don't want to spend the rest of my life screwing just one dude! What a bore!"
Ann sat on the cool grass next to her young cousin, appreciatively studying the hills
and valleys of Mary's contoured body. No wonder Danny loved her! The young
brunette stretched out her arms and began massaging the upswinging young breasts of
her cousin, one with each small but expert hand. Quivers of shivering desire began to
ripple through the young blonde's nakedly alluring body as the other girl gently
caressed and kneaded at the soft, cream white flesh of her naked breasts and she could
feel the beginning stirrings of desire seeping into her loins... already that telltale
moisture began to burn down the smooth sensitive flesh of her thighs! She could hear
her cousin moaning with pleasure above her and suddenly she felt her own legs begin
to spread wide in open invitation to the sexual stimulation of her young beautiful
cousin.
"Do you dig what I'm saying?" Ann asked softly. "This is the first time for me, too, and
I think it's groovy. It's really hot making love to your relatives! Doesn't the thought of
that turn you on?"
"Yes!" Mary nearly shrieked.
"Then... let's get into it! You and me and Wooly!"
"Oh, yeah! That would be neat!" Mary felt the pangs of jealousy dissipating into one
hot fiery sensation called lust!
Suddenly the wool-covered lamb was beside them, looking down like a wounded puppy
at his nakedly panting mistress. Mary reached a hand over to him, stroking him
lovingly along his strong, muscular young flanks. "That's okay," she cooed softly to
him. "We haven't forgotten you. We'll let you in on some of the fun."
And then she returned her attention to her cousin. Wooly may have felt a little ill-at
ease, but Ann felt a delirious stab of excitement rip through her naked body as she
warmly massaged the twin peaks of Mary's sensuously tempting mounds of flesh,
experimentally taking the nipples between her fingers and teasing them into pulsing
erection! She heard her young blonde cousin moan with sublime pleasure, saw the
young blonde's leg slowly sliding helplessly apart in anticipation of the more lewdly
exciting delights that were to come.
It had been a fantasy of Ann's to make love to another woman and she had always
wanted to warmly caress another girl's breasts or let her tongue flick wet and hot up
into a softly inviting cunt!
Suddenly, Mary felt Ann's warm skin on her own and felt the dark-haired girl's body
sliding down over her own. Mary saw her then kneeling on the grass between her own
obscenely spread legs and she could feel an instant shiver race through her nakedly
trembling body when Ann ran two tantalizing fingers along the smooth soft skin of her
inner thighs.
"Oooooh! Annnnn!" the young blonde moaned as the fingers warmly traced delicate
little titillating patterns along the velvety creaminess of her thighs. And then a new
shudder of desire swept through her as she felt Ann's eagerly probing fingers first come
into electric contact with the soft, moist folds of her aching cunt! Oh, she's going to
touch me there! Oh, yes! Oh, it will be so wonderful because her fingers will make this
awful anguish in between my legs go away! And then we'll both share Wooly; he'd like
that!
And Ann continued her tantalizing play around Mary's lovely pink cunt, alternating
little tickling motions with slow circular ones in those luscious crimson folds.
Ann could feel Mary's lust provoked moisture sliding around her playing fingers as the
young blonde became more and more aroused from the warmly gentle finger fun, from
the intense yet gentle pressure of her erotically exploring fingers. Ann shifted, without
moving her hand to lie down beside the nakedly undulating body of her blonde cousin,
her own tantalizingly full breasts quivering and trembling from the mounting
excitement crashing through her loins. A new shiver of pleasure raced through Ann as
she leaned down and felt the soft skin of Mary's thighs against her own, hard, distended
rose nipple buds, and then, Ann pushed herself up between Mary's legs and brushed
and swayed her breasts against her tender inner thighs again by moving her body
slowly, deliberately provocative, from side to side, while her fingers joyfully tested the
warm, wet folds of her cousin's moisture-drenched cunt.
"Ooooooaaagghh!" Mary moaned, no longer knowing or caring about anything except
the tantalizing fingers that were sending flashes of pussy flaring sensation searing
through her nakedly undulating body. Her own cuntal hole was by this time well
lubricated and the inner muscles were contracting convulsively as Ann then wormed
her two center fingers into the wetly surrendering hole up to the palm of her hand!
Now her other hand went to Mary's roundly smooth buttocks and slowly, smoothly
stroked the lush full moons while her tongue toyed around the gentle indentation of
Mary's navel!
"Mmmmm! Oooowww!" Mary cried, her eyes flying open now, watching the lewd
ministrations of her naked cousin. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Wooly
sitting obediently beside them, his eyes fixed on their naked contortions, his long pink
tongue lolling out of his mouth, patiently waiting for an invitation.
But Wooly didn't keep her attention for long, because now Mary could feel Ann
introducing still another finger into her cunt, fucking up through the ring of her widely
contracting muscles into the pink soft walled depths of her raging cunt. The young
blonde reflexively arched her back in welcome to Ann's cunt-plundering fingers and she
could feel the rising pressure of sexual desire quivering in her belly while her buttocks
were being gently, salaciously squeezed in a tempo to match that of the circling fingers
fucking up into her openly spread cunt!
"Ummmmmmm... you dig that?" Ann moaned above her.
"Yessss, ooooh, yessss," Mary cried, feeling her own body going almost out of control
with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. Delightful spasms began now to
wrack her body as she bucked and rocked beneath the steady, expert hand of her young
brunette cousin... the hand that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it
molded to the wetly clinging contours of her cunt walls. Her legs kicked out wide and
back and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically rolling hips
and the warm softness of Ann's tongue on her stomach was driving her frantic with lust
crazed desire. It was all so good... so new and different... and so wonderful... if it never
ever stopped, that would be much too soon! She felt the floods seeping down the flesh
of her inner thighs and suddenly Ann's tongue was moving down... down... down...
Mary was no longer conscious of anything other than her own sexual needs. She let out
a low moaning growl... her head tossed from side to side, wildly thrashing... her hands
went to Ann's head and held it... held it as Ann continued to tantalizingly lick at her
steadily flowing cunt juices... to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame licked
loins! Her lips mumbled now as she heard Wooly's Simper beside her and she
desperately wanted him, too!
Ann's other hand now found the opening between her cousin's buttocks and she slowly
worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal opening. She wormed it
in as far as the flat of her palm... swiveled it around in the tightly clasping hole...
wriggled it playfully and slid in and out of the opening in rhythmic tempo to the
fingers that were fucking still into the blonde's erotically seething cunt...
And then it happened. Ann heard a wild wailing emerging from Mary's throat. "I'm
cumming!"

* * *

Danny stepped out of his father's white Oldsmobile, slammed the car door closed and
practically skipped into the Hagan's front porch. He'd thought it all over and decided
he didn't want to give up Mary for her cousin, even though that sexy girl from
California was one of the most incredible fucks he'd ever had. And as for Bill, well, he'd
thought it over and decided fair was fair... what goes around comes around... he'd
deserved it.
"Well, hello Danny," Mrs. Hagan greeted the young boy for the second time that day.
She wiped her soapy dishwater hands on her apron and crossed her arms over her
portly bosom, wondering with amusement what they were fighting about now.
"Hi! Where's Mary?"
"I only wish I knew. There's some strange goings on around her today and it seems
everybody's heading out in the same direction. Her cousin Ann... you met her last
night, remember?" she said, half accusingly, letting her daughter's boyfriend know that
parents have a sixth sense when it comes to their children's heartaches. "Well, Ann
headed down for the creek and not too long ago I saw Mary sneaking down in that
direction too. Seems like there's a family reunion or something." She laughed and
checked the angel food cake, opening the oven door with a pot holder, then closing the
oven door slowly so as not to make the puffy cake fall into a crusty heap.
"The creek, huh?" Danny bit into his lower lip, sucked in his cheeks as if in painful
consideration. "I was really hoping to give these to her myself... we had a little... uh,
discussion last night." He pulled out from behind his back and handed a dozen red
roses to Mrs. Hagan who beamed; it had been years since any man had handed her
flowers and even though they weren't meant for her, she indulged in fantasy just the
same.
"Why, how lovely of you, Danny. I'll put them in some water for her now and take
them up to Mary's room. She'd love that!" Danny had a responsive personality, the type
of guy who makes everyone feel good just because he's Danny.
"I'm gonna head down for the creek now. Wish me luck!" And he was out the screen
door, letting it slam behind him, much to the chagrin of Dorothy Hagan who peeked in
the oven just in time to see her cake lose its footing on the sides of the pan and fall in a
heap, never to rise again.
With a wistful, "Hhhhmmpphh!" and a shake of the head she turned to her china closet
to remove the dust covered vase her mother had given her for her engagement party.
It's only a cake, she told herself, and went to the sink to fill the vase with water.
Down by the creek, Danny was about to give up all hope of finding Mary, when
suddenly he thought he saw Wooly moving around in the bushes. With hopeful
anticipation he quickened his pace until a moan stopped him dead cold.
"I'm cummmmmming!" stormed into his ears as his eyes fell on Ann's naked body. He
rubbed his eyes in disbelief. And there was Mary, too. No... couldn't be... but then
when he saw Ann's eagerly licking skewering tongue in the pinkly glistening folds of
his girlfriend's desperately straining cunt on the cool green grass of the creek bank, he
inched forward, taking off his shoes and dipping into the cold water. He crossed the
creek without more than a ripple to see Wooly gazing intently at the lewdly performing
girls with his long pink tongue lolling wetly out of the side of his mouth.
He heard Mary's voice become a whimper in the willows, sobbing and then break out
into a wailing scream at the spasms of her convulsive orgasm rippling through her
nakedly thrashing body so that it jerked and trembled violently in its moisturized
nakedness. Wave after wave of the sublime, rapturous release echoed through her
quivering loins in her sweet agony as her mouth let out another piercing wail sounding
like a wild banshee. Finally, her tremors began to subside and it was then that Danny
stepped up to hover over the nakedly passionate girls.
"Well, looks like you two are having a good time!" he laughed.
"Danny!" Mary screamed, her eyes flashing open, her arms moving to cover up her
nakedness to no avail.
"What are you doing here?" asked Ann, ignoring the shame and humiliation of her pert
blonde cousin. Mary, of course, could do or say nothing that would even begin to
explain the salacious sight that had greeted her boyfriend... and so rather than to
embarrass herself further, she simply remained silent and still. Surprisingly, Ann
seemed neither ashamed nor even concerned, as if what had happened that afternoon
were not at all out of the ordinary.
And then she said brazenly: "Won't you join us? We'd really dig it if you would,
wouldn't we Mary?"
Dumbly, Mary nodded, not believing anything that was going on. It was too absurd
even for the soap operas.
"Really?" And with that Danny began to tear off his shirt which was quickly followed
by his Levi's, shoes and socks and jock strap, in that order until his clothes were lying
in a crumpled heap upon the grass beside the two naked girls.
"W-what's... going on..." Mary finally managed to stammer, her voice thin and weak.
She heard a faint amused chuckle from Ann but her now naked boyfriend said not a
word.
"I'm... not sure," Mary moaned imploringly, growing more and more frightened, as the
moments whizzed by her reeling brain.
"We're just going to have a little party, that's all," Ann said soothingly. "Nothing to get
uptight about, Mary. Anyway, I thought we talked about that hassle and everything was
cool."
Danny laughed, his eyes focusing on his girlfriend, Mary.
Oh God, now she was in for it! After making love to her own cousin how could she
refuse to make love to her boyfriend? The cards were all stacked against her.
"B-but in front of you?" she stammered, hoping against hope that they would see it her
way.
"So, what's the trip?" Ann wanted to know. "We're friends, remember?"
Mary looked up to see her muscular boyfriend standing above her, his muscles tensed
against the covering of his tanned skin, marvelously handsome in his full virile
nakedness.
And Danny's cock! My God, it looked twice as big as she'd ever seen it before. Mary
looked up to see his heavy, pendulous balls already bloating with sperm as its husky
base between his muscular young thighs, and she saw, too, his licentious grin as he
began to obscenely finger stroke the hardness of his sixteen-year-old maleness, drawing
the foreskin back over the blunt, bulbous head, thrusting his narrow hips and pelvis
rhythmically around in front of her wide open eyes in imitation of the rhythms and
motions that were to come. "Ready, Mary? Are you ready for your boyfriend's big
beautiful cock up inside your hot little cunt?"
Mary watched in almost numbed disbelief as he lay down on the cool soft grass beside
her, his long thick lust bloated cock slanting upwards toward the clear blue sky.
Suddenly, like a flash of lightning searing into her fevered brain, she knew that he
wanted her to crawl up on top of him and let him fuck her from below! But how could
she! She had never, never before done anything like this. Here she was, naked in front
of her cousin and boyfriend while her cousin watched her getting fucked! It was all too
unreal to be true and for a split second she felt like going hysterical with laughter.
Wooly whimpered beside her and the young blonde saw her dark-haired cousin lean
over to comfort him. "Go on," she said to Mary, "go on and climb on top of him! He's
waiting for you! You know you want to get fucked, so go ahead and dig it!"
Mary wanted to scream, wanted to close her eyes as if that would blot out this whole
wretchedly evil scene! But she knew Ann was right. There was no use denying how
much she had screamed mentally for Danny when Wooly was fucking her the other
day. Ann's wetly licking of her cunt had only stimulated her into wanting desperately to
have the real thing fucked up inside of her!
Her rich, full breasts quivered as she breathed deeply and saw Danny grinning up at
her with something magnetic in his eyes that seemed to draw her almost against her
own will. He had that way about him. What resistance still clung to her mind now
dissolved into a whirlpool of frenzied lust as she climbed wantonly up over him
straddling him and resting on her knees with the thin vertical mouth of her blonde
rimmed cunt poised directly over his hard pole of masculine flesh.
"Come on, baby. Put it right in its place," he grinned up at her, his face flushed with
the heat of his desire.
Almost as if she were in a trance, Mary grasped Danny's long hot hardness and drew it
smoothly up through her delicate cuntal curls to her cunt. And then, with an
unexpected piercing stab of his blunt-headed thickness, he expanded the elastically tight
mouth of her moistly lubricated pussy with a furious upward fuck that nearly whipped
the breath right out of her lungs! He lunged his powerful young hips upwards, at the
same time reaching out to grasp hold of the girl and forcing her downwards onto his
cock with a loud howl of impassioned delight. A sudden pain rippled through her groin
but somehow she didn't let him know. She was too busy gasping for breath!
Danny could feel his own breath coming faster and faster as he held her rigidly locked
to his lust hardened cock and then began to bounce her up and down over his hard,
deeply impaling cock, feeling it go each time ever deeper up into her wretchedly
cringing cunt. "Not bad, eh, Mary?" he asked, watching the hardened pink nipples on
her quivering breasts which only incited his lust to even greater heights!
"Oh God," Mary gasped. "It's a little big, but I'll take it!"
"And it will get bigger, don't you worry," he panted proudly as he felt her clenching her
cuntal muscles bravely around his cock. She was joining his undulating movements
now, fucking up and down on his rigidly swollen cock, loving every minute of her
rapidly growing abandoned excitement and she thought she could feel every ridge of his
hot prick as it fucked up into her cunt.
The heated secretions of her desire were spilling from the inner walls of her cunt as it
warmly sheathed his lunging hardness up inside of her and she could see by the flushed
excitement of his face that his pleasure was no less than her own. And Mary's moans of
excitement grew even more intense as she felt his hands reach up to clutch at her
nipples, squeezing them and jiggling her breasts between his strong young fingers as
she ground her softly voluptuous buttocks up and down over his cock with a frantic,
wildly growing passion.
Oh, my God, thought Mary. I'm in heaven! It's so wonderful making love to my Danny
again; I don't even care if Ann is watching.
Wooly watched, bewildered and feeling neglected by his beautiful young blonde
mistress. He could smell the distinctive odor of her female arousal and knew that to be
his cue to play that very special game that she'd introduced him to. And he could feel
the fire of his own passion burning in his balls as he watched her beautiful naked
buttocks thrust up there in the air like that... as he saw the human man's thickly
fucking cock disappearing up into the softly inviting cuntal folds up between Mary's
thighs... the tautly puckered mouth of her anus nakedly exposed between her wide
spread asscheeks.
Had Mary been watching her virile young sheep, she would have seen him panting
almost breathlessly and she would have seen, too, his long scarlet animal cock slipping
inch by inch from its wooly sheath, as his eyes focused on his nakedly pumping
mistress. But Mary wasn't watching. In fact, her eyes were closed tight as she worked
frantically up and down on Danny's rod of hot, hard male flesh, although in the back of
her mind she began to become aware of her sheep's slow, creeping movements...
Suddenly, there was a new sensation flashing like thunder up from her nakedly
tremulous loins – it was wet and warm and...
The young blonde twisted her head back to see Wooly licking upward along the furrow
of her nakedly widespread buttocks! "Oh, Wooly!
Please! P-please!" she gasped hoarsely but her pleading was interrupted by Danny's
voice. "Mary! Up, Mary! Get that ass of yours up higher!" he said, pulling her shoulders
down so that her softly supple smooth buttocks stuck out invitingly high and
unprotected in the air, seemingly an open invitation to her madly impassioned sheep.
"That's it. Let's let the old boy have his fun, too, shall we?" Danny laughed.
Mary wasn't quite sure what to make of this obscene situation, but she didn't have too
much time to think about it. She felt Wooly's strong forepaws on the creamy flesh of
her naked hips and then the soft nuzzling of his belly wool against her nakedly exposed
asscheeks. And she knew, then, that his heavily hardened animal cock was not far
behind! And she knew exactly where he would try to fuck into her with it.
"Oh, I can't," Mary gasped. "Not there! Oh, Wooly, no!" the thrashing blonde
exclaimed, but she knew from the look on Danny's face, flushed and contorted, that he
was enjoying himself far too much to put a stop to the fun in mid-game. And
remembering the night before, how she had been supplanted for her lust hungry
cousin's flesh, she knew there was no turning back. Pride stepped in then as she
thought: I'm not going to let my cousin from California think I'm not liberated. I'll do
anything Danny wants just to prove I'm not just a stupid country bumpkin. It was then
she made up her mind that no matter what, she would endure being fucked both in the
cunt and the ass, right there in front of Danny and Ann... that her own dear Wooly
would fuck his long scarlet shaft into her defenselessly exposed rectum while Danny
fucked with obscene delight up into her cunt from below!
"Oh God, Wooly! D... don't hurt me, please! Easy, Wooly. Fuck it in easy!" she choked,
feeling the lamb's searing hot hardness searching in vain along the voluptuously
tempting valley between her nakedly spread buttocks as Danny fucked his thick cock
hard into her from below. And then, he found it. The tapered tip of Wooly's sheep cock
nestled for a moment at the crinkly tight hole of her rectal hole, poised for action!
She felt him lewdly whorl his elongated stiff cock until it was just inside the tiny rectal
opening and she gasped for breath. But her breath caught in her throat as he then
humped forward, again and again, his lust hardened organ grinding without human
compassion into the vainly resisting tunnel of her virginal anus. A deep noise rumbled
in the animal's throat as she felt the tapered length of his massively impaling cock
fiercely stretching the channel of her elastically yielding rectum, sliding all the way up
into the hot rubbery depths of her now double filled young belly!
"Aaaarrruuugh! Oooowch!" she wailed as the stabbing pressure tore through her
nakedly tremulous body. Lurching, she tried to ease the pressure by shifting her
position somewhat, but Danny's hands held her firmly on his upthrusting cock so that
she was helpless to escape her fate. No, there was nothing she could do now but
submit... perhaps sooner than later she would begin to relax and enjoy it. But most of
all, she wanted Danny back and she knew now what would please him most. She was
doing it!
Danny's lust provoked groans and the sheep's whines soon congealed into one chorus
of passion singing sounds as they both humped and pumped with spine shattering
rhythm up into her twinly enveloping holes and only the hotly raging flames of
unquenchable passion that still filled her belly made it all somehow worthwhile.
And soon... gradually, as the double pumping and humping continued... soon the
pressure began to dissolve away and a new feeling of erotic excitement spread from the
moisture-saturated crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks at the thought of the
double fucking she was getting from her boyfriend and her pet lamb.
The young blonde felt her animal lover's tapered throbbing hardness rapidly burning
into her helplessly stretched rectal opening, pushing the spongy resilient flesh before it
in soft rubbery waves as it fucked again and again all the way up into the hotly resisting
depth of her virginal rectal tunnel! And as his cock ground relentlessly into the warm
naked softness between her voluptuously rounded buttocks, his sperm filled balls
slapped with a wicked smacking sound against the puffy, cock-stuffed lips of her
torridly simmering cunt just below! She was completely and hopelessly fucked to the
hilt on the twin ravishing cock thrusts of them both and she reeled with the
impassioned and heretofore unknown pleasure of her own licentiously wanton
behavior.
"Ooooaaauuugh!" she wailed, writhing wretchedly.
Moaning and crying with the flagrant intensity of her mind-shattering passions, Mary
tried to move with their frantic tempo, wishing for nothing more than to be able to
look back to see their twin fucking, thickly hardened cocks fucking deep up into her
wetly clinging cunt and anus! But she could only visualize how it must look to Ann
who sat nearby, her own hands running passionately along the voluptuous contours of
her breasts as, her eyes glazed with lust, she watched with mounting excitement of her
own cousin fucking the boy she'd made love to the night before. She couldn't take
much of this without joining in, she knew... or simply bring herself to a much needed
climax with her own fingers!
"Oh, both of you fuck meeeee!" Mary cried, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly on her
heavily heaving chest. "Fill meeeeee! Fuck meeeee! Harder! Faster! Deeper! Ohhhhh
yessss!"
Ann stared enviously at the naked copulation occurring right before her eyes, her
cousin's boyfriend's cock fucking up with passionate fury into the soft pink wetness of
her cousin's insanely squirming pussy while her sheep fucked in and out of her ass like
he was mounting a bitch in heat! Those wonderful love organs glistening wetly in the
afternoon sun, stretching the elastic skin and driving it inward with every mind blowing
plunge! It was all too lewdly hypnotic for the aroused young girl as she watched, as
Mary's pussy sucked in the massively thick cock of her boyfriend while the asshole
sucked in with equal appetite the scarlet hardness of her sheep! Never again would she
accuse Midwesterners of being prudes! No, never...
"I'm cummmming!" Mary screamed, with abandoned passion as she felt her powerful
sheep's scorching gushes of boiling sperm shooting up into the dark, inwardly sucking
passage of her rectal cavern, the maddening spasms of wild convulsing pleasure
rocketing through her nakedly quivering belly in orgasmic and furious response. She
could feel every contraction of her own tightly straining muscles and every contraction
of her sheep's brute cock as it empties out its searing load of heated animal cum far up
into her feverishly thirsting belly – and then she heard Danny growl too, like an
untamed animal! He too began emptying his thick viscous fluid now in a torrent of
white thickness that blazed up to the very back of her madly clinging cunt as her wildly
undulating hips ground down hungrily onto the towering throbbing hardness of his
cock!
The powerful muscles of both her cunt and rectum clung hungrily and sucked wildly at
the two impaling rods of flesh as they jerked and convulsed around crazily up inside of
her, letting loose the last vestiges of their life giving juices into her madly milking
orifices.
After it was all over, the young blonde collapsed down onto the tremoring naked body
of Danny, her young lover. She wasn't sure how much time had elapsed when she
heard her cousin Ann's voice crooning, "And now, fellas, it's my turn for a sandwich
fuck like Mary just got. Jesus, wait till I tell my friends back in San Francisco about this.
They'll all move to the country!"


Chapter 7

As Mary lay there half-conscious, listening to the deep groans and moans of her cousin
and her boy friend and her sheep making the lewd sounds of love, she dozed off. The
bright sun created brilliant patterns of light that swirled and flickered in kaleidoscopic
designs, until finally, when the edge of sleep over came her, they formed recognizable
images.
In her deep, subconscious state she could see faces, many faces, sitting in rows. Yes, an
arena... there was the heady scent of musk and animal's in the dusty air as one by one
the animal's kicked up the sawdust as they walked in circles around a small bandstand
of men, all wearing badges. The judges sat there stoically writing down numbers.
Suddenly she was in the middle of the arena, a leather strap in her hand, the other and
connected to Wooly's collar. The judges all stood up and pointed at her, smiling.
Taking a deep curtsy, she looked up to see Danny and her cousin Ann in the corner of
the second pew; they were hugging and kissing and she was smiling back at them!
Suddenly, from nowhere her mother rose from her seat and, climbing over the pews,
sauntered to the center of the arena and tied a purple ribbon around Mary's braid. The
judges all cheered along with the crowd and faces, a sea of grinning faces, pinned
medals on Wooly's collar. Her attention shot to Danny and Ann and, with a wave of
her hand, Mary beckoned for them to come join her in the ring. Together, holding
hands, they took a deep bow. Everyone stood up now and clapped, louder, louder still,
until she woke up.


THE END
