Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: agtim@iat.holonet.net (Tim GA)
Subject: Sheep (b, sheep)
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1993 07:00:18 GMT

				Sheep

	The young man stretched his legs out and turned over to get
the sun out of his eyes. Sighing, he sat up, stretched his lanky arms
above his head, and reached for the pottery jug next to him. Raising
it to his lips, he took a long, slow draw of the wine, a bit warm from
being out in the sun. but thirst quenching all the same. He missed the
village lass he had become enamored of, but alas, Heidi had left to
visit her grandparents on the other side of the valley. Leaning back
in the dappled shade of the gnarled old tree, he stared up into the
leaves and began to day-dream about her. The smooth creamy texture of
her pale skin, the firm, young breasts, ample even at her age... the
wondrous sparkle of her bright eyes, their blue framed by thick black
lashes. The long, shapely legs that flashed out from beneath her
skirts when he chased her across the meadow. The silky, flower-scented
hair of sun-kissed blonde, hanging to her waist, and usually wreathed
with wild daisies. Her slender waist, flaring down into full hips. And
oh, those soft, cool hands that drove him to such frenzy when she
daringly would sneak them beneath his breeches to fondle him...

	Oh god! Heidi! he thought, why are you so far away?! He became
painfully aware of a throbbing in his groin, as his desire caused his
manhood to strain against the breeches he wore, unfortunately, an old
somewhat tight pair. What to do? Heidi not here. He didn't want to go
seeking one of the other village girls, not that enough of then didn't
cast a long glance whenever he walked by; he was according to Heidi,
the most handsome youth on either side of the valley. Tall, well-
muscled, though still somewhat a bit lanky due to his age. Broad
shouldered, slim hipped, and tanned by his hours watching the cows and
sheep for his parents. Stormy grey eyes that Heidi said made her knees
weak when she looked into them, and a boyish face with a ready smile.
Heidi said it was all this and his wondrous blue black raven's wing
hair that made her first notice him, though she said it was his
gentleness and the way he looked at her that made her do more than
just look at him. The thought of THAT made him groan, wanting release,
but not wanting anyone but HER. Damn it all, Heidi! Why do your
grandparents have to live over there?! And why couldn't they just come
to see you?!

	Standing up, he glanced to check on the small cattle herd
grazing by the stream. All fine. Contentedly munching away at the
sweet meadow grasses. "Baaaaaaaaa! Baaaaaaaaaa!" a plaintive bleat
suddenly reached his ears. Uh oh! Trouble! He picked up his staff, and
hurried off towards the frightened sounding sheep. One, two, three,
four... Eight, nine, ten... Wait! Where's the other one? The young
black ewe that was born just last winter? "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" came
the wild bleating again... Over there! Behind the pile of rocks left
by that bad avalanche two winters ago... He rounded the side of the
rock pile, and saw the cause of the distress. The young ewe had her
foot caught in a crevice in the rock. He strode over and tried to free
the hoof. The ewe rolled her eyes and bleated plaintively. "Shhhhh!
It's all right, Little One," he said, trying to calm the struggling
ewe. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" "Shhhhhhh, shhhhhh!" he murmured, trying to
pull as gently as possible so as to not damage the already bleeding
hoof any further.

	He suddenly became aware of the soft cushiony feel of the
ewe's hindquarters thrust against his crotch. Warm, wooly, and oh so
soft... No! He shouldn't be thinking such things! But, but... what
would be the harm? He wouldn't REALLY be cheating on Heidi, would he?
And the ewe certainly wouldn't spread tales on him! The warmth of the
ewe pressing back into him drove all other thought from his mind.
Reaching down, he gently pushed her forward, and undid the laces at
his waist, pulling his breeches down around his feet.

	"Shhhhhhh, there, it will be all right, Little One!" he
murmured, as he pulled her hindquarters into position and guided
himself into place. With one last guilty shrug of his shoulders, he
gently thrust home. The ewe gave a startled bleat and rolled its eyes
wildly. It tried to move away, but he kept a firm hold of its legs,
his hands gripping tightly into the thick wool. "No, Little One, I
won't hurt you... But I'll not let you go just yet, either!" he said
quietly, pulling her back into place. The ewe tried to jump away, but
he held on tightly, and found he was becoming quite excited by her
continued bucking motions. Moaning, he began to thrust in earnest, the
warm moistness enveloping him even tighter than his own beloved Heidi.

	"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" bleated the sheep, its struggles less
violent. "Ahhhhhhh - Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the shepherd groaned as he
suddenly spent himself within the sheep. He slowly withdrew, a slight
smile on his face, and a pat to the ewe's rump. She had somehow
managed to work the hoof free, and stood docilely by, cropping at a
plant.

	"Ummmmm, ahhh, thank you, Little One," murmured Hans. A sudden
commotion alerted him to further trouble. Voices! Better get the
breeches up, and fast! He was just finishing tying the laces when he
heard the voices again, closer this time. "Hans! Where are you, boy!"

	"Father! Over here! The black sheep had caught her hoof in a
crevice, I had to free her," he called, as he hurriedly straightened
his pants, brushing the dry grass from them.

	"Son! Do you realize the cows wandered away and the sheep got
into the corn while you were making your rescue?" His father frowned
at him, striding closer as he scolded. "You should have blown your
horn to alert me you needed a hand."

	Hans stared at his feet, then looked apologetically at his
father. "I'm sorry, Papa. I had no idea it would take so long to free
her hoof," he said sheepishly.

	His father frowned, then shrugged and smiled. "Ahh well, no
real harm was done. Your mother saw the sheep run into the cornfield
as she was hanging clothes to dry, and she helped me chase them out
before they could do much damage." He thumped his son on the shoulder.
"Come on home, now. Your mother has our meal about ready, and you know
how she hates for it to get cold."

	Hans and his father herded the cattle back into the fenced
pasture near their cottage, and checked to make sure the sheep were
securely in their pen. Hans cast a fond glance at the little black ewe
and smiled. The ewe blinked large liquid brown eyes at him and trotted
off to the far corner of the pen.