Sheep Rancher's Daughter

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity among teenagers and animals. The author does not encourage nor condone the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your action.

If you consider an interracial story including bestiality to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

bestiality (sheep m&f), interracial, reluc, fdom-worm turns, mf teens

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions of unprotected sexual acts are not meant to encourage the reader to engage in unsafe behavior.

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Miguel was too lazy to move. The sun had shifted, and the leafy branch above no longer shielded him from the warm autumn sun. His straw cowboy hat shaded his face, but the sun heated his bare, brown belly and the brown arms folded across it. Warmed, too, the bulge in Miguel's faded jeans, which squirmed and stretched along the tight material. The boy reached down to adjust his hard cock, and then left it alone to throb occasionally in the warmth of the sun.

Miguel was isolated from the world, in the middle of a sparsely grassy plain. Alone except for a few hundred sheep, and the old sheep dog named "Pooh" who was sleeping on the shady side of the tree. A couple of miles away, his grandmother tended her garden near the small house they shared, beside the little creek that ran down to the far away river.

No one ever came out here, except at shearing or lambing time. No foreman came to check up on him. No one came but her: that devil girl who came to torment him, to embarrass him, to make him help her do unspeakable things. Miguel's cock twitched, remembering.

Maybe she would come today. It had been a week since her last visit, and she usually came on a nice afternoon like this, when there was a whisper of a breeze to cool her body. To keep the poor man's sweat from her rich, creamy skin.

Miguel saw a puff of dust on the horizon. He watched it move along the ridge, and then change direction, coming toward him. It must be her! A small, dark figure emerged from the moving cloud. As it approached, it grew into a horse and rider. Her horse, Miguel recognized.

Her figure grew until the boy could see the girl's familiar pretty face, framed by light brown curls under her wide brimmed hat. He could see the mounds of her breasts pushing out the material of her white, lacy blouse. Mounted sidesaddle, the girl's legs were barely visible between her riding skirt and her elegant boots. Felicia Thornberry, sixteen-year-old daughter of the owner of thousands of acres of New Mexico ranch land, was a beautiful young woman.

The girl brought her horse to a stop just in front of Miguel who, barefoot and shirtless, had scrambled to his feet to meet her. His discarded shirt lay by the tree. Miguel knew she liked to look at his smooth, brown skin, though she would never say so.

Felicia dropped the reins in front of her mare and nimbly dismounted. "Get the blanket from the saddlebag and spread it in the shade of the tree," she ordered imperiously.

In the old days of the Spanish land grants, two or three hundred years ago, her father would have been a count. His daughter would have been a Condesa, and that was what Miguel chose to call his mistress. "Si, Condesa," he said, ducking his head subserviently.

The mocking title suited Felicia, reassuring her that, though they were the same age, she was the superior. Reassuring her of the boy's respectful subservience. Comforting Felicia that, when they were both naked, the impudent boy would not shove his hard, brown cock into her pussy. That degree of intimacy could never be allowed, she knew. She could never admit that the image of that action had, in the privacy of her bed at night, made her shudder with orgasmic pleasure. Miguel was a very handsome piece of forbidden fruit.

Pooh came to greet his mistress, wagging his tail enthusiastically. Miguel stepped around him and unsaddled the mare, letting her free to graze the grass nearby. He fetched the Indian-made red blanket from the saddlebag and spread it where the dog had been sleeping.

The girl left the dog and came to the waiting coverlet. Taking Miguel's extended hand, she lowered herself to recline in the middle of the soft material. Lying back, she raised her right foot toward Miguel. Her skirt fell to her waist, revealing the creamy flesh of her thigh and the flimsy red material of her panties. "Take off my boot," she commanded.

Miguel rested her foot on his crotch while he undid the straps that bound it. Then he pulled the boot from her leg, running his hand along her calf and over her heel. Lined with the softest fleece, the boots required no stockings.

The procedure was repeated with the other boot. The girl's skirt bunched at her waist, exposing her lower body. Miguel's eyes followed her creamy thighs to the thin undergarment, where he could see the shadow of a small patch of brown curls. Could see, too, the spot of wetness that appeared, as Felicia relished the boy's hungry eyes on her pussy.

The girl relaxed on the soft blanket. "Go get the sheep," she ordered.

Miguel knew what she wanted. The biggest ram, and a ewe of his own choosing. He walked to a small, boxlike structure nearby and opened the door. Pulling out two lengths of rope, he called Pooh, and they walked together into the flock of sheep.

After about five minutes, Miguel returned leading the two animals. He tied the ram to a stake in the ground left from an earlier day. Then he led the ewe away from the ram, and tied her to another stake. His brown skin glowing with a sheen of sweat from his exertions, Miguel returned to stand before his mistress.

"Help me up," she said, extending a delicate hand to the boy. He took her hand, and she pressed a foot against his ankle as Miguel pulled his Condesa upright. Off balance, she lurched against the boy, feeling his firm chest press against her breasts. Her hands grasped his bare back for support.

Miguel's arm went around her, relishing the feel of her hands on his bare skin. He could sense the warmth of her cheek next to his own. Miguel knew this was as close as they would be for the rest of the day. He licked his lips, restraining his urge to press them against his mistress.

Felicia laughed and pulled away, turning her back to the boy. "Unbutton my blouse," she ordered.

With buttons all the way down the back, this was a rich girl's garment that could only be put on and off with the help of a servant. Miguel savored the feel of the girl's soft skin against his fingers, as he opened the girl's blouse and exposed the strap of her white brassiere. When he was done, he slid the blouse forward over her shoulders. It brushed softly down the girl's arms, and she tossed it to a corner of the blanket.

Unbidden, Miguel undid the snap of the girl's bra, and caressed her shoulders as he pushed it forward. Felicia tossed it to join her blouse, and turned to face her servant. Miguel's mouth watered at the sight of the perfect, creamy globes of her breasts and their pert, grape-like nipples.

"Help me off with my skirt," the girl said. Miguel's fingers fumbled nervously with a row of buttons at the side of the garment. When it opened, he slid the skirt down her legs to the ground and pulled it free of her dainty feet as she stepped away. Then the boy stood and gazed, awestruck as always, at the beauty of the creamy skin of the girl in her red panties.

"Close your mouth, Miguel," said the girl, "and take off your jeans."

Miguel unbuttoned the front of his only garment, revealing a patch of glossy black curls. He peeled the jeans down his hips, exposing the root of his cock, and then its long, hard length. When it was free, the engorged organ jumped up and slapped against the boy's brown belly. He balanced on one leg and then the other, as he pulled the jeans over his ankles and tossed them onto his shirt. Then he stood before his mistress, proudly displaying his handsome, naked body.

"Close your mouth, Condesa," the boy said, grinning insolently, "and instruct me."

Felicia's hazel eyes flashed, and she quickly planned her servant's punishment. She would savor it while she enjoyed the first show.

"Are they ready?" she asked.

"Yes, Condesa," answered the naked shepherd. "The ewe is in season and, as you well know, the old ram is always ready."

Miguel's barely veiled reference to her peculiar lust brought color to Felicia's cheeks. "Mind your tongue, you impertinent boy," she said. "Just bring them together." She squatted down, and reclined on the soft blanket.

As Miguel reached for the ram's rope, Felicia thought of an indignity to chastise her unusually saucy servant. "Wait!" she commanded. "Go and lick the ewe's pussy to be sure she is eager for her mate."

Miguel was shocked. He had never thought of licking the pussy of a sheep. He usually rubbed a wet finger around the ewe's cunt opening, and then led the ram to mount her. The boy realized his mistress was rebuking him for his cheeky behavior. He left the ram and went to kneel behind the ewe.

He lifted her tail and sniffed her cunt hole; then the boy tentatively explored the tight opening with his tongue. It opened for him like a flower, and he licked deeper into the sheep's pussy. The animal squirmed at the unexpected sensation, and backed herself against the invader. Tangy cunt juice oozed around the boy's probing tongue, and ran down his chin.

"She likes it," Miguel grinned at Felicia, his brown face smeared with the pussy fluids of the ewe.

He got up and returned to the ram. Crouching beside him, Miguel reached beneath the sheep's belly and rubbed the tight cock sheath. The ram turned to sniff the boy's wet face, and his long, dark prick emerged, hard and ready. Miguel led the horny animal to stand behind the waiting ewe and tied his rope to the same stake. The ram sniffed her cunt and quickly climbed onto the back of his mate. Felicia watched excitedly as the animal's hard cock found the entrance and slid smoothly into the ewe's slippery opening.

Knowing the coupling sheep needed no further encouragement, the naked boy returned to stand by his mistress. He saw that her underpants were soaked with her pussy juice.

"Kneel between my legs," she commanded, "and strip me naked."

Miguel rested his knees between her thighs; his fingers probed under the hem of her red panties, exploring her curly thatch, moving behind to caress her smooth butt cheek. Felicia raised her bottom off the blanket, and Miguel tugged at the flimsy material. Rubbing his fingers against her skin, he slowly pulled the garment down, exposing the girl's wet cunt slit.

The boy licked his lips as he stared at the delicious opening, while his hands blindly guided the girl's panties down to the top of her smooth, creamy thighs. Moving his knees outside her legs, the boy pulled the panties down her legs and over her soft calves.

Miguel had to tear his eyes away while he reached behind him and lifted one foot and then the other to peel the soft cloth from Felicia's lovely feet. He tossed the garment onto the pile of her other clothing and raised his eyes. They darted between Felicia's face and her perfect, creamy breasts.

Felicia pulled her legs from beneath the boy and flung them wide to rest on his thighs. Miguel gasped in pleasure to feel the girl's wet cunt slit resting against the length of his hard cock. He couldn't resist sliding his tool back and forth through the juicy channel.

Shocked by the thrill of the boy's hard sex against her most intimate place, Felicia scrambled away from the forbidden contact.

Two pairs of eyes locked together as the heavily breathing teenagers gathered their senses. Felicia realized that if she didn't do something, the excited boy was likely to lean forward and stuff his throbbing cock into her pussy hole.

Felicia knew that a macho, Hispanic man felt it degrading to use his mouth on a woman's cunt. She had never asked Miguel to do this before. But his impudence demanded an act of subservience. Imperiously she commanded, "Boy, lie on your belly and lick my pussy."

Miguel sprang to his task with unexpected enthusiasm. Having grown up in isolation, he was unaware of his culture's mores of sexual behavior. His hard cock rubbed against the soft blanket, as his firm, wet tongue slid along Felicia's cunt slit, discovering the hard bud of her clit at the top. His lips nibbled that sensitive organ, and then his tongue dug along the length of the wet gash, flaying the spreading lips, and thrusting into her tight vagina.

"Eeeee!" screamed Felicia, overcome with the sensations created by the boy's unanticipated talent.

Miguel's tongue continued to lick the juicy pussy of his mistress. He moved a hand to tease her wet clit between his fingers. As his tongue flailed at her sensitive tissues, Felicia's thoughts blurred into a fiery cloud of pleasure. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" she moaned, overwhelmed by sensations her own fingers had never created.

Miguel scooted forward, and moved his hands to the girl's soft breasts. The boy's fingers teased her nipples, while his tongue flew in and out of her cunt hole and his nose nuzzled her clit. He wanted his mistress to yield to him, to helplessly give herself over completely to the sensations he was creating.

Soon his efforts were rewarded. Felicia screamed in pleasure, and her body began to shudder uncontrollably. As she thrashed about in the unbearable excitement of her orgasm, Miguel had to hold tight to her hips, and his lips tortured her sensitive clit to sensations of agony.

"Stop!" the girl cried.

Miguel relented, and slowly dug his tongue into the gaping opening of her cunt hole. Felicia was the Condesa and he was the servant, but the boy knew that, for this moment, he was the master.

As the girl's orgasm subsided, Miguel realized that she would not resist him if he moved up to enter her. Torn by regret, he restrained himself. He knew that if the white princess went home with a brown baby in her belly, her father would come out here and hang Miguel from this tree, and no one would speak against him.

Perhaps Felicia realized his torment. Her hazel eyes gazed down her body at the boy's adoring face, and she sighed softly, "Oh, Miguel. Miguel."

The boy thought that, for a moment at least, he had earned a place in her heart, if not in her cunt. He rested his cheek on her wet pussy, and held tightly to her hips.

After a while, Felicia reached down to ruffle the boy's hair. "Get up, Miguel," she said gently.

The boy rose to his knees. His rampant cock bobbed stiffly before him. Felicia raised herself on an elbow, and reached to stroke its velvety skin. Miguel moaned in pleasure.

"You must relieve your lust, Miguel," said the girl. "You made me feel so excited. Go and lick the ewe, and get her ready. And then fill her with your sperm."

Miguel figured the sheep was ready, and he didn't want to taste the ram's sperm. He positioned himself close behind her. Her opening was too high to reach on his knees, so he squatted awkwardly, with his legs spread, and raised his hips until his cock touched her cunt. With one hand he gripped the wooly pelt on the ewe's back, while he rubbed his hard cock over her cunt hole. It seemed to nibble at his knob; he thrust forward and saw the head of his organ disappear inside the sheep's opening.

Miguel bucked his hips and drove half of his length into the sheep's tight, wet channel. He pulled back, almost out, and pushed forward, shoving the whole length of his long, hard cock into the ewe's pussy. She bleated loudly, whether in pleasure or alarm, Miguel didn't know.

The boy maneuvered himself and the sheep until their profile was toward the girl resting under the tree. Miguel knew she would want to watch his cock stroking in and out of the sheep's pussy. He pulled out, nearly his full length, and then plunged back into the ewe's tight hole, moaning theatrically.

Felicia was frantically fingering her cunt as she watched Miguel's dark cock dig into the ewe. The boy was sure the girl wished it were she and not the sheep being ravished. Miguel held off his ejaculation as long as he could, hoping to further increase Felicia's excitement. Finally, he could take no more of the sheep's tight, clutching pussy. The boy jerked his cock from the ewe and pumped his throbbing shaft with his fist until his cream spurted onto the sheep's wooly back.

He saw Felicia writhing on the ground, her face contorted with the exquisite bliss of another climax. Miguel wished that he could be the one to bring her such pleasure directly. He listened to the girl's moans while he pulled the last drops of cream up from his balls and out of his dripping prick.

When Felicia recovered her composure, she smiled at the boy.

"You gave it to her good, Miguel" she said.

Miguel wanted to say he could give it just as well to the girl, but he kept his tongue.

"Bring the ram now," Felicia ordered. She rolled over and raised her rump into the air, shuffling her knees apart to expose her wet pussy slit to the sheep.

Miguel fetched a soft, terry cloth towel from the girl's saddlebag. He folded it and spread it over the girl's crouching body, covering her back from shoulders to hips; the material draped her flanks to the ground.

Miguel led the ram to stand behind Felicia's elevated cunt, wet and slippery with her own juices. He brushed his own cock across the ram's nose, letting him smell the odor of the ewe's pussy juice. He tugged the ram's nose to where he could sniff the girl's open cunt.

The ram knew what to do; he lunged forward, raising his forequarters into the air and dropping his forelegs around Felicia's body. Miguel grasped the top edge of the towel that protected the girl's delicate flesh, holding it steady as the beast moved.

Felicia steadied herself from the ram's weight on her back and reached beneath her to grasp the his wildly probing cock and guide the animal's hard, extended prick into her wet and ready pussy hole.

Miguel leaned forward to watch the ram's dick slide into the girl's juicy cunt; he heard Felicia groan in lust. Miguel gnashed his teeth. His dick was bigger than the sheep's; his was better. It was he, and not the stupid animal, who should be driving his hot cock into the Condesa's hungry pussy.

The ram gripped Felicia's body as he thrust his hard shaft in and out of the girl's slippery slit; Miguel hung tightly to the cloth over the girl's tender back. Felicia spread her knees and pushed her groin back against the crashing pelvis of the lust-mad sheep. She grunted with pleasure each time the ram's turgid rod shoved into her womb.

Miguel moved his hips so the head of his prick would brush across the distracted girl's satiny cheek. When it touched her lips, she unconsciously nibbled at the smooth, dark knob and polished it with her eager tongue. Miguel moaned in unexpected rapture.

The excited sheep pumped his cock faster and faster into Felicia's juicy pussy hole. He was no tender lover; his only purpose was to ram the seed of a lamb into the womb of the submissive female. Felicia's vagina clutched at the intruding rod as it stroked her hungry channel. She felt the feeling start to grow in her groin.

The ram clutched at the towel; Miguel had to fight to hold on. The animal drove his cock deep into Felicia's tight pussy hole. She felt it throb and pulse, spitting sheep sperm into her womb. She tried to clench her excited channel around the jerking organ, but the feeling evaded her.

Finally satisfied, the ram dismounted. Frustrated, Felicia dropped to the blanket and humped her horny pussy against it. Miguel led the animal away and tied him to the stake near the ewe. If he got ready again, he could enjoy himself.

The boy returned to stand over his mistress, who had rolled onto her back, lying with her legs spread. Her breathing was still heavy, though her pulse had slowed. She looked at Miguel's hard, dark cock and remembered how it had invaded her mouth. The impertinent intruder was slick with her saliva, and oh, yes, the juices of the ewe's pussy. The girl shuddered to think she'd admitted such a nasty object between her lips.

Horrified by the liberty her servant had taken while she was distracted by the ram, Felicia needed to bring the boy back into line. "Now lick my pussy again, Miguel," the mistress commanded. "Clean that sheep sperm out of there. And be sure you swallow every bit of it."

Miguel looked directly at Felicia's eyes. He never averted his gaze as he knelt between her wide-spread knees. He seemed to be closer than he needed to be for his task. Felicia thought he wore an expression she hadn't seen before. An odd look for someone about to suffer yet another humiliation: a kind of smug smile, as if he knew something she didn't.

The boy dropped forward, resting on his elbows, his face close to Felicia's. He pressed his lips hard against hers.

"Mmmmf!" Felicia sputtered. She struggled to evade his kiss. Then she felt him run the head of his hard cock along her slippery cunt slit. Her eyes went wide with shock. She jerked her mouth to the side and cried, "No, Miguel. What are you doing?"

"It is time, Condesa," said Miguel. "I have been your love slave, but now I am Spartacus knocking at the gates of Rome."

The knob of his cock found her opening, slick with her own juices and the sperm of the ram. He stirred it around as he pressed downward. Felicia gasped as half of the boy's dark shaft entered her pussy hole.

"No, Miguel," she cried. "You can't."

He pulled his cock back, and drove his full length into his mistress's tight, slick channel.

"Mmmmf," Felicia grunted. "My father will kill you."

Miguel pulled back and thrust his prick into her womb again.

"I'm not going to tell him," he said.

As the boy's hot shaft thrust in and out of her tight channel, Felicia's hands raked Miguel's strong back.

"You must stop," she said. "The baby will tell him."

Miguel kept pumping, watching Felicia's face begin to flush, seeing her breaths coming faster.

"Pray for our good fortune, Condesa," he said.

"Ohhhh," she groaned. "Oh, Miguel, what are you doing to me?"

The boy knew what he was doing. He drove his cock deep and hard against Felicia's womb, stroking the tissues of her channel, making her groan in ecstasy. He was giving her what she had always wanted, what she would want again. And again.

Felicia began to shudder. Miguel plunged relentlessly through her tight pussy. The delirious girl thrashed beneath him, crying out, "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

Miguel was near the edge. Just in time, he prayed, he yanked his cock from the girl's clutching cunt. He stroked his throbbing organ once with his fist, and watched a string of spunk shoot from the head of his dick and splash onto Felicia's creamy breast. Another gob of his juice landed near the first. He fell forward onto her belly; together, they felt his pulsing prick pump his seed onto her skin.

Felicia's arms crushed her lover to her exhausted body. They lay limply together for some time, until Pooh came over and licked the boy's shoulder.

Miguel shooed the dog away and raised his face to look at Felicia.

She smiled weakly, and said, "You were better than the sheep."

Miguel burst into laughter. His belly bounced against the girl, pressing the breath from her. He kissed her quickly on the lips, and scrambled to his feet.

"It's time for you to ride if you want to be home before dark," he said.

Miguel helped Felicia dress; he carefully buttoned up the back of her blouse. When he helped her on with her boots, he rested her heel against his naked belly.

When she was restored to the costume in which she'd arrived, Miguel saddled her horse and assisted the girl to mount. She looked down at him as he handed her the reins.

"Send your trusted maid into the town, Condesa," said Miguel. "Tell her to buy a box of condoms - a big box, a gross of condoms - and bring it with you next week."

Felicia laughed. "A gross, Miguel? 144 condoms?"

"Si, Condesa," said Miguel. "I'll keep them here. I'll tell you when we need some more."

The boy slapped the rump of the girl's horse with his palm. The animal lurched forward; Felicia quickly regained control. She looked back at her naked lover, who stood relaxed, his arms at his sides, wearing only a maddeningly impudent grin. Shaking her head, she rode away toward the setting sun.

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