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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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