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(M/beast) *** Sweat, generated both by the midday sun as well as his own exertion, glistened on Alex's forehead and trickled down through his brow. Standing smiling, he leaned forward, resting his weight against the haunches of the ewe in front of him. His cock, deeply embedded in her cunt, still throbbed in the aftermath of orgasm. So long he had waited for this moment... Years before he'd been caught up in a vision. Having the honor of serving as best man at his college roommate's wedding, Alex had traveled to San Diego for the affair. It was held in the garden of the groom's parent's home on a glorious spring day. The ceremony led directly into a casual, ambling reception in the yard. About an hour into the event, Alex had witnessed a black Labrador retriever "jump up" on a girl of seven or eight. She had been in the bridal party and her white gown was soiled by muddy paws. The girl was bent double under the weight of the animal. She cried out in fear as the dog held her around her waist in the fork of its front legs, its head around her torso, its tongue lolling out. Its exposed prick humped the air. Oh my, had Alex been aroused. With only a little shame, he continued to sip a glass of chardonnay as helpful guests came to the girl's rescue. In a flash the dog was subdued and locked away, the girl taken and comforted with something from the buffet. The incident was forgotten as the party continued with dinner and dancing. Like several of the wedding party, Alex "camped out" at the groom's parent's home for the night. After an extended time of catching up with old friends, all repaired to places prepared for them to sleep. Having been assigned to a sofa in the den, Alex slept quickly, his stomach comfortably full and under the influence of appropriate libations. During the night he was awakened by the sound of heavy breathing. Lying on his stomach, Alex raised his head up on his arms, wondering if someone had lost their way. In the glow of the television he saw the black Lab straddling and fucking away at another dog, a collie mix. The female stood its ground, looking back over its haunches as if in relishment. Alex's prick grew immediately hard beneath him. Keeping quiet so as not to interrupt the affair, his own breathing quickened. Following a machine-gun-like spurt of thrusts, the Lab stopped its pummeling and dropped off the back of the collie. Evidently its cock was still deeply engaged in the female's slit. Tail to tail the animals stood still for some time. Then, like the animal it was, the male simply disengaged itself and lopped out of the room. The female sat down and began grooming its nether regions. Alex watched in aroused curiosity. Finally it stopped and began to walk away. Under his breathe, Alex whispered, "Here, girl," and patted the edge of the sofa. The collie stopped, looked around, then trotted over to his outstretched hand. Alex began to ruffle behind its ears. If the animal had experienced any pleasure from the mating, it didn't show in its attitude. No need for a cigarette, I guess, Alex thought. Sitting up, Alex sunk both hands into the animal's fur. The most primitive part of his brain took impulsive control and he slipped to the floor on his knees. Alex disengaged one hand from petting the dog to pull his erection through the opening in his briefs. Gently he stroked backward along the animal's spine until he held one hand under each of its haunches. Scooting on his knees, Alex positioned himself directly behind it. Inexpertly, he thrust his prick toward the spot where he presumed there must be an opening. He became aware of the dog's scent. The texture of its fur. Its female-ness. And then, grazing the head of his penis under its tail, he felt wetness. "Oh my," he inwardly groaned. He thrust upward, seeking entry and satisfaction. Abruptly if not surprisingly, the dog let out a yip and pulled away from him. It quickly left the room. Caught in a moment of awareness of what he had been about to do as well as fear of discovery, Alex leapt back onto the sofa, pulled the blanket over himself, and pretended to be asleep. The house continued to be quiet; apparently no one else had been disturbed. Alex sighed. Turning over onto his back, he reached down and grabbed one of his socks from where he'd taken it off. As he'd done countless times before, he pulled it down over his erection and began to stroke himself until he came. This time, his fantasy included a female with four legs rather than two. Time passed and nothing came of these events, except an occasional wandering thought about what might have been if Alex had known what he was doing that night. Is it even physically possible for a man to sexually enter a dog, he wondered. Two years later Alex had moved to the Pacific Northwest to take a position as a designer at a manufacturing plant in central Oregon. Despite its popularity among the retirement set, the area was still essentially ranch country. Several of his acquaintances raised a variety of livestock:: cattle, llamas, sheep and emus. As happened frequently, one of them offered an invitation to Sunday dinner with his family. As nature abhors a vacuum, so small-towns abhor unattached males and have an inclination to "marry them up" as soon as possible. The guest list included a niece who Alex might find attractive. The young lady turned out to be pleasant and indeed quite attractive. But it was the sheep that caught Alex's attention. Taking a turn through a pasture before dinner, Alex suddenly was aware of dozens of white, fluffy cunts attached to the rear of grass- munching creatures The distant memory of his previous animal encounter came flooding back into his mind. Oh my, he thought lustfully. Dinner was steak and potatoes, the evening was congenial, and nothing came of his introduction to the young lady. Although, Alex thought, anything was possible. He wasn't getting any younger, that was for certain. One day at the office the phone rang and Alex answered to find his rancher friend calling with a proposition. "We're heading out of town the week after the kids finish school. I could use some help keeping up with chores at the place and I thought you might like to escape your condo to the country. What do you think?" Immediately Alex thought about all those fluffy white cunts and agreed. Dates were exchanged, words of thanks said in both directions, and the call ended. Alex scampered to the restroom to relieve his throbbing cock. The date arrived. Alex packed a small bag and headed to the ranch. His friend showed him a list of chores and where to find tools, feed, and everything else that would be necessary for the week. The family piled into their van, waved, and were gone. Alex spend the afternoon familiarizing himself with the place. Of course there was a dog, a border collie, who followed cautiously as Alex walked from building to building. The exertion of the day caught him by surprise and he turned in early, after eating a helping of stew that had been left for him. The next day, a Saturday, dawned warm and grew increasing warmer. By noon it was well over ninety degrees and Alex knew it was time to begin checking the water in the pastures. Being essentially a dessert region, there were few trees for shade. Following the style of many ranchers, Alex's friend had installed several dozen simple weather shelters in the fields. Each was an A-frame made from corrugated sheeting. Within each was a trough for water and a rack to hold a bale of hay in the winter. The task at hand was to drive an old Ford pickup truck with a tank of water to every shelter and top off the troughs. It was an inefficient but inexpensive way to keep the animals watered. And necessary, for the only open water otherwise was a creek that went dry by April. Sheep were clustered in and around every shelter to escape the sun. Moment by moment living more into his new role as "ranch hand," Alex guided the truck from shelter to shelter. At each one he clicked off the ignition, walked around to uncoil a length of hose into the trough, and opened a valve to gravity feed water to fill it. The flow of water from the hose end as it lay on the bottom of the trough caused a current that broke into swirls and eddys, spinning bits of grass, twigs, and water striders in an aquatic ballet. When each trough was full, Alex would shut off the flow, retrieve the hose, and start the truck to go on to the next shelter. Around dinner time he reached the last shelter, which was located on the edge of he property near the fence line. It was midafternoon, the hottest part of the day, and the novelty of the work was beginning to wear off. Alex was overly warm and getting tired. He thought of the six pack waiting in the refrigerator at the house and sighed. One more time, he thought, as he clicked off the key and opened the door. Perhaps because of its distance from the ranch buildings there were no sheep at this shelter. Here we go, he thought. Grab the hose, drop it in the trough, turn the valve, watch it fill. One more time. And then from around the corner of the shelter there appeared a solitary animal. It moved slowly but with energy, all the while chewing a cud of grass. While the trough was still filling it began to drink. After a long draught, it raised its head but remained at the side of the trough. Alex looked at it – a ewe- and wiped his sleeve across his forehead to stop a trickle of sweat from running into his eye. Noticing that the trough was full he turned off the water and pulled out the hose, dropping it into the bed of the truck. The animal stood chewing its cud. The sun beat down on the corrugated roof, transmitting heat directly to both man and animal. Alex's primitive brain went to work. His eyes took in the whole animal. Ears that stood out sideways from its head. A wooly coat matted with bits of grass and other matter. Flanks that held between them an organ full of intrigue and potential satisfaction. Alex dropped to one knee beside the ewe and began speaking to it in low tones. He scratched its ears and stroked up under its neck. He ran his hands along its spine. The ewe bent its head for another long drink. Slowly Alex stood up and walked around behind it. Sure wouldn't pay to get kicked in the nuts, he thought. He remained there, stroking the animal's sides, until it seemed indifferent to his presence. Up came the head, still chewing its cud. Curling the fingers of his left hand into its wool, with his right hand Alex unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and opened his zipper. Reaching behind himself he pushed both pants and briefs down over his buttocks until his cock stood out straight and free. Leaning forward, he let a dollop of spit drop onto the head and worked it around with his fingers. That should do it, he thought. With his left hand he took hold more tightly of the wooly flank of the ewe. With his right he poked his cock under its tail to lift it out of the way. He leaned forward to trap the tail upright against his stomach. He felt the sheep quiver. Probing with the head of his cock, Alex searched for an opening. Not that one, he said to himself. That's the shit hole. Seeking a lower orifice, he spread his legs to the sides and leaned in further still. Nothing. Reaching under its belly with his right hand, Alex felt what must have been nipples. He found the midpoint between them and traced a line backwards toward the tail with his index finger. Bingo. Soft, pulsating, fleshy lips. Dry, but nevertheless arousing. Oh my. Grabbing his shaft again, Alex guided the spitted-wetted tip to the lips and circled it around to spread the moisture. He pushed in gently and felt the opening give way. More wetness, much more, lay inside. Immediately he felt the pulse of the animal in the walls of its vagina. It felt tight, it felt good, it felt... like heaven. He was ready to fulfill his dream. Certain now of not slipping out of the animal, Alex let go the shaft of his prick. He reached his right hand midway up the animal's side and grasped its wool. Then he released the clench of his left hand and reached likewise farther up the animal's side. His arms were stretched out in front of him like a swimmer preparing to dive into the pool. A warm, wet, wooly sheep stood between his legs. His cock, as hard as it had ever been, yearned for stimulation, ached to be thrust in and out, longed to fulfill its deepest purpose. All space and time for Alex collapsed into this moment of consummation. Alex shut his eyes, let out a deep breathe, and pulled himself in. Oh my. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55