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Subject: "MARY HAD A HOT RAM" (best/first time) Chapter One
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"MARY HAD A HOT RAM" (best/first time) Chapter One
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...Most of us lead two lives...real and fantasy. The
housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The
businessman imagines himself away from the rat race,
fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming
a famous athlete. And then there are sexual
fantasies...wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come
true. In this story, Mary Wilson has learned to be honest
with her sexual desires, and she becomes a girl whom many
would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated.
She is a girl dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated
soul--- a person who not only feels sexually free, but who
has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of
puritanism. MARY HAD A HOT RAM deals with a volatile
issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that
churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to
advocate...but perhaps the answer lies with the individual.
Let him or her decide his own standard of morality where
sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as
Mary has done.
Mary Wilson had a little lamb. His fleece was white as
snow and he followed her to school and all that shit, but
the nursery rhyme stuff stopped there---because the little
lamb grew up to be a horny ram. The ram was a powerful
creature with swept-back horns, mighty shoulders and
piledriver haunches. He remained white except for a black
face and black rings around his legs just above the nimble
cloven hoofs. He had golden eyes. He had the long flowing
beard of a patriarch, but his balls were full of youthful
cum. He had a huge prick and massive balls. In the prime
of his life, the ram would have been ready to challenge all
other rams for the right to fuck the fat, wooly ewes that
grazed on the green hillside, for he knew his rightful
place. But it had been reared as a pet. And the ram often
turned a glowing golden eye on Mary and his thoughts were
hardly sheepish... Mary Wilson was a teen by the time the
ram was in his youthful prime. She could hardly fail to
notice the change in the beast. As a soft wooly lamb she
had named him cuddles but as he grew into a powerful
hard-muscled creature the name had seemed rather silly and
she had begun to call him Rocky the Ram. Mary was growing
into a nubile young lady at the same time that Rocky
matured into potency. Mary was still a virgin and quite
innocent, although, being a farm girl, she knew all about
the way that animals fucked and observed those bestial
fuckings with interest. She wasn't sure just how humans
fucked but, being inquisitive, had often listened to the
grunts and the moans that drifted through the thin wooden
farmhouse walls from her parents' bedroom. Fucking sounded
like fun. Although the ram was no longer what could be
called cuddly, he was still Mary's favorite pet and she
often stroked and petted the powerful brute. She had also
recently started to stroke and pet her cunt. She had
discovered the pleasures of self-caress more or less by
accident. One day her pussy had been particularly hot and
juicy and her clit was standing out stiff and tingling.
Mary had begun to rub her crotch to soothe her cunt, not
quite sure what had caused the condition. very soon, a
thrill had started to sweep through her pussy. She had
been surprised by such a wonderful sensation. Her hand had
rubbed vigorously away. All of a sudden her big blue eyes
had snapped wide open in amazement and her mouth had
trembled as her first ever orgasm ripped through her. She
had been almost frightened by such intense feeling. After
she'd finished coming and her cunt had cooled down, the
girl had thought about what had happened. She had a strict
upbringing. Anything that felt that good, she figured,
just had to be a sin. She vowed never to rub her cunt
again. Fifteen minutes later she frigged herself off
again. Since that day of discovery, Mary began to give
herself handjobs with regularity, at least once a day. Her
hands felt so lovely that the girl just had to wonder what
a cock or a tongue would feel like. There was a girl in
her school---a one room country schoolhouse---who had a bad
reputation. Her name was Lulu May Dickens and it was
rumored that she had gone all the way with more than one of
the lusty local lads. Mary placed little stock in such
gossip as a rule, but she thought that Lulu May looked like
the sort of girl who had been naughty. Mary was eager to
ask Lulu May about such things. But Mary was shy. She
couldn't think of a way to bring such a subject into the
conversation without becoming embarrassed. One fine spring
day, Mary was sitting on a fallen log out in the back
forty, out of sight of the farmhouse, watching the fluffy
white clouds drift across the bright blue sky and thinking
about this and that. Mainly she was thinking about sex and
trying to figure out how to ask the advice of Lulu May
without seeming to be too interested, to find out about
naughty things without acting naughty. She was wearing a
checkered dress and a blue bonnet with a pink ribbon.
Under the dress, she wore nothing. Being a young farm girl
of 18, Mary did not have any sexy underwear. She had no
money of her own with which to buy any. The local general
store didn't stock anything like that, anyhow, and her
mother always bought her plain white panties and bras as
unshapely and restrictive as armor plate. Mary hated those
awful undies. So she had taken to not wearing them. She
liked to know and feel that she was naked under her dress.
It gave her a thrill. It was also handy for frigging
herself off. It was a bother to have to remove her panties
when she felt like a quick fingerfucking and if she left
them on she always got the crotchband soaking wet, which
was awfully embarrassing when her mother washed them in the
tub. She hadn't yet decided if she would give herself a
handjob today. It was a Saturday and she had slept later
than usual. By the time that she awoke, her mother was
banging the gong to announce that breakfast was on the
table. Usually on Saturday mornings when she didn't have
to hurry to get to school, Mary liked to stay in bed and
enjoy a long and leisurely fingerfucking session. This
morning she had been forced to make a choice---she could
miss breakfast and have a good come, or she could forego
the pleasures of her pussy for those of her tummy. Mary
had a healthy appetite and she could smell bacon and
coffee. Furthermore, having just awakened, she had not had
time to think the sort of thoughts that usually got her
cunt smoldering. Anyhow, she reasoned, she could always
fingerfuck later on if she wanted to. So she went down to
breakfast. Then she wandered out to the fields. Now she
began to squirm on the log as, thinking of the things that
naughty Lulu May might have done, she became aroused and
horny. The idea of fingerfucking herself in the fresh air
was attractive. An outdoor handjob seemed sort of
wholesome. She was in no hurry to come. Coming was the
best part, certainly, but Mary liked to enjoy the build up
and the preliminaries. She looked around to make sure that
there was no one who could see her, then, smiling, she
began to unbutton the front of her dress. Spreading it
open, she tilted her face down and looked at her tits.
They were lovely tits. Mary had been amazed when they
first became so large and shapely, and she admired them a
great deal. Her tits were full and firm, and her nipples
were big and fat. When they got stiff, as they were now,
they stood out like little pink spaceships ready to be
launched. She knew that the boys in school looked at her
tits a lot. But they looked at the rest of her, too.
Mary's ass was shaped like a teardrop, firm and sweeping.
Her waist was tiny and her hips were rounded. She had
long, shapely legs that seem to have been designed for
wrapping around a man's haunches as he fucked her and had a
gently sloping belly fashioned to pump a man dry. Her face
was well matched to that splendid body. She had big blue
eyes that looked innocent when they were wide open but not
so innocent when they were narrowed with desire. Her mouth
was wide and full and sensual, the lower lip slightly
turned down in a cute pout. Her hair was thick and blonde,
like coils of spun gold tumbling to her shoulders,
cascading over her cheeks. Now she gazed down at her tits.
As she looked, as if her vision were gently caressing her,
her nipples began to grow and stiffen. She cupped her tits
in her hands,lifting the plump tits and pushing them
together into deep cleavage. Cupping her tits in her palms
and fingers, she began to seep her thumbs back and forth
across the nips. She was starting slowly. Mary hadn't yet
decided what to think about, what fantasy to employ while
she worked on her hot cunt. Usually she thought about
Jimmy Wilson or George Hubble. They were the best-looking
boys at her school.But sometimes she liked to think about
nameless strangers. Sometimes she fantasized about more
than one nameless stranger at once, imagining what it would
be like to have two or three horny young men fondling her
at the same time. She had even pretended that she had
sneaked into a monastery where monks had been without women
for years, and she had fantasized about a jailbreak, when a
dozen escaped convicts who'd had nothing better than their
own fists for their long incarcerations raped her. Mary
was a normal heterosexual girl. She had never thought
about doing anything naughty with another gir---yet. Nor
had she ever thought about fucking with an animal. Like,
say, a ram...Yet there had been a nagging sensation, a dark
thrill that was not yet knowledge the last time she had
fondled Rocky the Ram. Mary had felt the sexuality of the
potent beast. His powerful muscles had trembled and
vibrated under her hands and his head had tossed about as
he snorted with vague significance. The girl had become
sexually aroused and had had to rub herself off three times
afterwards before she was satiated. Yet she was still
innocent and did not realize that it was the ram who had
turned her on. And perhaps the ram had not yet realized
why his balls had bloated and his big prick tensed as Mary
petted him. Both girl and ram sensed what they did not yet
realize... Mary squirmed on the fallen tree, the rough
bark stimulating her juicy pussy. She lifted her tits
higher and ducked her head lower, pushing her tongue out.
She began to lick her stiff nipples. She was lucky, she
thought, that her tits were big enough so she could mouth
her own nips. She would be even luckier when she got some
handsome boy to do it for her, she figured. She lapped
away, her face turning as she switched back and forth from
taut tip to tip. Then she gently slurped one nipple into
her lips and began to nurse. Her nipples seemed to explode
in her lips. She switched to the other. It was like a
stick of dynamite. The rippling thrill ran through her
tits and rushed down her belly and swirled in waves in her
crotch. She could feel her clit expand just like the
nipples. She wished that she were agile enough to get her
head down there and tongue her sparking clit. But she knew
that she couldn't. She had tried once. She had sat on the
edge of her bed and bent down as far as she could go, but
her tongue had fallen just short--- frustratingly short---
of her creamy cunt. Then she had leaned back and had
thrown her ass and hips up, her feet over her head, and had
tried to get at her tasty-looking pussy that way. But she
had failed by inches again. Her cunt, just over her eager
upturned face, had fluttered and the cuntlips had unfurled
and a drop of hot cuntjuice had fallen right onto her
straining tongue. Mary had let it run around on her
tastebuds for a moment, finding it delicious, then had
swallowed it down. Her failure had left her pussy
smoldering. Her fingers had done the job but she still
yearned for a nimble tongue to lave her cunt. Mary mouthed
her tits and nipples for some time, growing hotter by the
second. Then she hiked her ass up from the log and drew
her dress up above the waist. Parting her sleek thighs,
she gazed down at her pussy. She was very fond of her cunt
because her pussy gave her so much pleasure and was looking
forward to the day when her cunt would be giving someone
else pleasure at the same time. Her cuntlips were unfurled
like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, opening to the
morning sunlight and still streaked with pearly dew. Her
pussy had opened and was flooded with cuntjuice. The
darker inner flesh was streaked with fuck cream and her
clit button stood out in a taut nugget. Not touching
herself with her hands yet, the oversexed farm girl
caressed her cunt with her vision. She licked her lips.
She began running the tips of her fingers slowly up the
velvety flesh of her inner thighs, teasing herself,
stopping just short of her pussy. She wriggled on the log,
starting to pant. Her fingers traced up the creased folds
where her legs joined her pelvis, running parallel to her
steaming cunt. She flicked a fingertip over her clit. She
shuddered all over with the sensation. Bringing her hand
up to her lips,she moistened her fingertips with spit, then
flicked them over her clit bud again. When she brought
them back to her mouth, she could taste her own delicious
cuntjuice. She was starting to really squirm by this time.
Her slender back arched, her fat tits thrusting out. She
looked past those looming tit globes as she eyed her pussy.
She began to fondle her cunt with both hands. With one
hand she stroked her turbulent clit. with the other,
tilting her wrist, she slowly and steadily fucked three
stiffened fingers in and out of the hole. Her cunt sucked
on her fingers, the inner muscles contracting as her hole
dragged and pulled. Her love button expanded and
fluttered. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips parted, her
pretty young face contorted into a mask of pure passion.
She was panting like a steam engine and hot flashes ran
through her body, melting her loins and shooting like an
electric current up the smooth flesh of her trembling
thighs. She was almost ready to cream. She fucked her
fingers in steadily and strummed her clit as if she were
playing a banjo. The wild thrill increased, the passion
waves coming higher with each joyful spasm. Just as the
horny girl was about to reach the crest, she realized she
was not alone. She was being watched! "Oh!" she cried,
blushing with embarrassment. Her hands stopped moving.
She was about to pull her dress down to conceal her creamy
shame. She looked about frantically, wondering who was
watching her. Was it one of the farm-hands or, worse, her
daddy? Then she saw the eyes that were fixed upon her.
They were golden eyes. Rocky the Ram was watching the
horny girl masturbate...
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