Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an150428@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 8 Jan 1995 09:31:52 UTC
Subject: A Sheepish Tail (M, sheep)

			   It Had To Be Ewe
		      a short story of ovophilia
				  by
			      >zooropa<

	A couple of years ago, when I lived way out in a remote rural
area, I used to occasionally look after the house of a friend while he
was away on business trips, for a couple of weeks at a time. The house
was beautifully located in a picturesque bosky valley, and had a large
garden; rather than mow the substantial lawn he kept a few pet sheep
there, to eat the grass.

	The sheep were pretty tame, enjoying being scratched in their
thick, woolly fleeces. They knew me quite well as I was a frequent
visitor and would come trotting up to the fence whenever I set foot
outside, bleating for a scratch and rotating their woolly bodies
underneath my fingers until I had the right spot; it's amazing how
much pleasure a sheep gets from being scratched in just the right
place. Their eyes close, their heads go back and their tongues start
going in and out.

	Now, I always found this a big turn-on, but whenever I
attempted to scratch them in more interesting spots, they definitely
didn't appreciate it and would walk away and stand a little distance
off, and I swear they'd give me a reproving look as if to say, of
course I wouldn't try to force my suit on them if they were unwilling,
so I'd just have to go and take myself in hand <g>.

	Anyway, have you ever tried to catch a sheep that doesn't want
to be caught? Sprightly little buggers when they want to be!

	Anyway, I was there one December night. I switched off the TV
last thing at night and decided to have a last look around the house
outside before going off to bed. As I stepped outside, I could see the
distant white bodies of the sheep in the moonlight, most of them lying
down asleep on the grass.

	One pretty brown-faced ewe, however, wasn't asleep, and came
running up to the fence when she spotted me. I bent down and gave her
a bit of a scratch, then turned and started to walk around the house.
To my surprise, the ewe ran along the fence beside me, bleating
urgently. I stopped and she climbed up the fence with her front
hooves, leaning over the top and all the while bleating.

	more thorough scratching. She came trotting up and leaned
against my legs, looking up at me with imploring eyes. I squatted down
and began a thorough two-handed scratch, rummaging around in her thick
fleece. If sheep could purr, she'd have been doing so. She wriggled
with pleasure at my ministrations.

	As usual I was getting aroused by this; it always turns me on
to give an animal pleasure. I wondered if she might be in season, as
she had been so unusually demanding of attention; accordingly I moved
my caresses backwards towards her tail end, and when she showed no
signs of discomfort, I reached behind her and slipped my hand
underneath her stubby little tail and tentatively rubbed my palm over
her labia. Hallelujah! Instead of walking away, she leaned back into
my caresses, her tail raising higher with each rub. Her labia were
engorged and I could feel her juices moistening my palm. My heart
began to thump in my chest, my erection was fit to burst the buttons
of my 501s, and she looked back over her shoulder at me and I swear
there was a coquettish gleam in her long-lashed brown eyes...

	By now I was shaking with excitement and, breathing hard, I
slipped a finger into her hot, moist opening. It was a cold night, and
the heat of her slippery passage around my digit was a pleasant and
arousing sensation. I slipped a second finger in and began to gently
work them in and out of her vagina. Each time they disappeared up to
the knuckle she gave a little grunt of pleasure and leaned back harder
onto my fingers. I could feel the muscles in her tube beginning to
clench rhythmically on my probing digits. Her tail was cocked upwards
and twitched with each stroke.

	By this time I was almost going off in my pants, and I knew
that I had to fuck this animal, and soon. The trouble was, we were in
a bit of the meadow which could be seen from the road, and although it
was out in the country and late at night, there was sufficient chance
of some late night motorist passing by and seeing something surprising
that I decided that before continuing, we should go back around the
house to where we couldn't be observed. I withdrew my fingers from the
vagina of this wonderful, co-operative beast and rubbed them
underneath my nose, savouring the sharp, animal scent of her copious
juices.

	I stood up and began to walk back around the house. My little
ewe needed no encouragement, and trotted along beside me, bleating. A
couple of the other sheep opened a curious eye and watched us go by,
apparently oblivious to the aroused state of man and beast...

	Safely out of sight, I squatted down once more and began to
finger the ewe vigorously. It was getting awfully hot and slippery
down there, and now that we wouldn't be discovered I decided to see
just what those warm wet juices tasted like. I'd have to get down on
all fours behind her and get my jeans muddy, but what the hell, I was
too far gone in lust to care.

	I knelt down behind her and, grasping her haunches, pressed my
face against her engorged genital area. She wriggled and pushed back
against my face, and I rubbed my mouth and nose over her hot little
hole, savouring the animal smell of her lubrication. I *love* the
smell of an aroused animal. This was totally doing my head in. I
sucked at her love-lips for a few delicious moments, then stuck my
tongue into her gloriously aromatic vagina as far as it would go.
Damn, she tasted as good as she smelled...

	Finally, I could take no more. I had to get inside this hot
little beast. I unbuttoned my jeans and my previously-constrained
erection sprang out. I moved forward until I was on all fours over her
back, with the tip of my cock nestling against the hot, wet entrance
to her vagina. I reached behind me and pushed gently, guiding my
helmet into her. She was dripping wet by this time, and with a little
push my eager tool disappeared into her wonderful, warm cunt, sinking
to the hilt. She grunted and wriggled back as my length slid into her,
and I rested for a moment, just enjoying the feel of her tight little
cunt clenching on my tool.

	Then, slowly at first, I began to work myself in and out of
her. The feel was exquisite, and as I increased the speed of my
thrusting she began to grunt at each thrust, slamming herself back
onto my dick to meet me each time. I was going wild, this was the best
screw I'd ever had, and the sensations and the smell of her juices
which were still all over my face were bringing me to the point of an
incredible climax.

	At the last I lifted my hands from the ground and gripped into
her fur, giving one final thrust which nearly lifted her off her
hooves, then collapsed onto her, hugging her woolly body, burying my
face in the warm fur, as I emptied myself into that incredible body
while wave upon wave of intense pleasure shot through me...

	Afterwards, I lay there still holding her, as my dick
detumesced and slipped out of her tube, now doubly lubricated with my
semen...

	I visited her twice more that night - I remember reading
somewhere that a sheep in season expects to be covered about fourteen
times during heat: I couldn't manage that but I wasn't going to let
the opportunity go to waste!

	I had to wash my jeans the next day, but what the hell :)