Mary's first feeling was relief.

It would have been mortifying to have a human see what she had been doing, but the ram was only a dumb animal.

Yet she still felt embarrassed.

Animal or not, he was giving her a very strange sort of look. Did a ram know about handjobs? They certainly weren't equipped for such things, not with those cloven hooves. But did they understand how talented a hand with an opposing thumb was? Did Rocky realize Mary was doing something sexual?

The girl still felt embarrassed.

And she still felt horny, too. She had been just about to come when she had been interrupted. With her orgasm stopped at the last moment, her cunt was steaming and her clit was throbbing with a terrible immediacy.

She wished that the ram would wander off so that she could finish her handjob.

She just couldn't bring herself to continue while those gold ∆en eyes were fixed upon her.

Then Rocky stepped out of the bushes and slowly advanced towards the frustrated girl, a speculative look in his elliptical eyes. He was stepping lightly, almost gingerly, placing his cloven hooves with care.

Mary noticed that his prick was semi-hard.

She supposed that the ram was out looking for a plump sheep to fuck. Why else would his cock be getting hard? Surely it could have nothing to do with her.

Rocky moved up and stopped just in front of her, dipping his big horned head down and pawing the earth. Mary began to stroke his hairy neck. She could feel the pulse beat there, drumming steadily. His whole body seemed vibrant, and the girl could not help but gaze under his belly and look at his cock.

She saw that his dark-gray balls were like inflated balloons, full of sap. His prick stuck out in a great loop, not really rampant yet but coiling from his loins, the knob starting to squeeze out from the woolly � sheath. His cockhead was dark, almost black, a startling contrast to his fleecy white coat and woolly stalk. His cock was a lot bigger than a human prick, she calculated, for although she had never had anything to do with a human prick she didn't think that a cock that big would fit in a pair of trousers.

She stroked the ram's hairy flank.

His cock quivered, hardening more.

Mary had an unholy urge to touch the ram's prick.

She wanted to find out what a cock felt like. But she struggled against the urge, knowing that touching a prick was a very naughty thing to do. The ram stepped sideways, his hind-quarters turning as if he realized what she was thinking and was presenting his prick to her.

Mary shook her head, shuddering.

No! I won't touch him there! she thought.

She closed her eyes to lessen the temptation, for his prick was a sightly slab of cockmeat. She felt the ram's breath billow over her bare tits, then waft over her thighs ◊.

Although her dress was still hiked up above her waist, she had closed her legs. But, as she felt the ram's breath bathe her loins, her thighs trembled and very slowly parted. It couldn't be really naughty just to let the brute breathe on her, she thought. Just to see what hot breath felt like on hot cunt, just out of curiosity -- harmless curiosity.

That breath billowed into her groin.

Then the ram thrust his muzzle in and began to nibble very lightly at her pussy. Mary gasped.

She started to push his head away, then stopped because that gentle nibbling felt awfully good! It was amazing how soft the beast's lips were as they pulled so tenderly on her overheated flesh. She felt her cuntlips ripple and spread. Her clit sparked. The ram's soft tongue began to slurp right up her wet pussy.

Mary realized suddenly that she would be able to have an orgasm if she let the ram keep nuzzling her.

She knew she ought to stop him.

But she had been longing for � the feeling of a tongue on her pussy, and
that long, hot, soft tongue felt absolutely wonderful. She didn't have the heart to stop the beast as he licked her pussy. She opened her eyes, staring down, watching his tongue lave her creamy cunt. She wailed, dizzy with lust. She folded one hand in his long flowing beard and wrapped the other fist around one of his heavy curved horns, as if to hold him in place. But Rocky did not need to be held there -- he was savoring the taste of human cunt, just starting to get the idea that a human female had the same sort of cunt that a sheep had. He was wondering if that pussy could be used for the same purpose.

"Oh-oh-oh!" Mary gasped.

The thrill was racing through her cunt again. She clung to his horns and beard and her hips began to pump. Her belly heaved and her juicy ass churned about on the log as she worked her cunt around on the ram's snout. Ribbons of cuntjuice poured down her crotch. The ram lapped the sweet fuck juice up. T �rickles seeped down into the taut crack of her ass and the ram's tongue slid up, gathering the cuntjuice from her ass and then sweeping on up her crotch and over her clit.

Mary arched her back.

Her bonnet fell off.

Her knees rose up and she clamped her smooth thighs around the ram's mighty shoulders as she ground her crotch around in his face and on his sweeping tongue.

She was doing a wicked thing, a sinful thing. But the thrill was all the greater because of that!

Then the thrill was as great as it could get.

Long lateral waves of lust passed across her belly and met the electric current that sped up her thighs, the separate spasms meeting in a surging storm in her cunt.

Mary was coming.

The thrills came faster and higher, running through her in such rapid sequence that soon they were merging together. One prolonged height of bliss seemed to racked her cunt.

Her cuntjuice gushed out i �n a deluge.

Rocky lapped the fuck juice up with relish.

At long last her orgasm ended. She stopped thrashing about. Her pussy still tingled in the aftermath of her climax. The ram continued to lap and nibble at her cunt as if to make sure that he had worked off every spasm and lapped up every drop of fuck juice.

Then he raised his head and gazed at the young girl with a curious expression.

Mary was blushing furiously. Even though he was only a dumb animal who probably didn't even know what he had just done, she could not help but be embarrassed at having allowed a ram to tongue her cunt to climax.

Yet it had been wonderful and, even as she blushed with the shame of it, she was wondering if the ram had enjoyed licking her pussy enough to want to tongue her cunt again. Lots of times.

He had certainly seemed to relish her pussy.

Now she noticed that his huge prick was completely erect, the dark knob throbbing and flaring and the woolly white ∫shaft so taut that his whole cock was almost humming like a tuning fork.

Obviously the ram had gotten horny while he had lapped her cunt.

The poor brute was feeling frustrated now.

Mary knew what frustration was.

And Mary was always kind to animals.

It was only natural that the innocent young girl should think about jerking the ram off to relieve him, milking his fat prick out of gratitude and kindness.

It was an act of charity, nothing else.

But she had to admit that the idea thrilled her.