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Consummation
by Etienne (address withheld)
***
A younger man encounters arousal in a way that he never
anticipated. Providentially, an avenue opens to explore
his interests further. (M/beast)
***
Sweat, generated both by the midday sun as well as his
own exertion, glistened on Alex's forehead and trickled
down through his brow. Standing smiling, he leaned
forward, resting his weight against the haunches of the
ewe in front of him. His cock, deeply embedded in her
cunt, still throbbed in the aftermath of orgasm. So
long he had waited for this moment...
Years before he'd been caught up in a vision. Having
the honor of serving as best man at his college
roommate's wedding, Alex had traveled to San Diego for
the affair. It was held in the garden of the groom's
parent's home on a glorious spring day.
The ceremony led directly into a casual, ambling
reception in the yard. About an hour into the event,
Alex had witnessed a black Labrador retriever "jump up"
on a girl of seven or eight. She had been in the bridal
party and her white gown was soiled by muddy paws. The
girl was bent double under the weight of the animal.
She cried out in fear as the dog held her around her
waist in the fork of its front legs, its head around
her torso, its tongue lolling out. Its exposed prick
humped the air.
Oh my, had Alex been aroused. With only a little shame,
he continued to sip a glass of chardonnay as helpful
guests came to the girl's rescue. In a flash the dog
was subdued and locked away, the girl taken and
comforted with something from the buffet. The incident
was forgotten as the party continued with dinner and
dancing.
Like several of the wedding party, Alex "camped out" at
the groom's parent's home for the night. After an
extended time of catching up with old friends, all
repaired to places prepared for them to sleep. Having
been assigned to a sofa in the den, Alex slept quickly,
his stomach comfortably full and under the influence of
appropriate libations.
During the night he was awakened by the sound of heavy
breathing. Lying on his stomach, Alex raised his head
up on his arms, wondering if someone had lost their
way. In the glow of the television he saw the black Lab
straddling and fucking away at another dog, a collie
mix. The female stood its ground, looking back over its
haunches as if in relishment.
Alex's prick grew immediately hard beneath him. Keeping
quiet so as not to interrupt the affair, his own
breathing quickened.
Following a machine-gun-like spurt of thrusts, the Lab
stopped its pummeling and dropped off the back of the
collie. Evidently its cock was still deeply engaged in
the female's slit.
Tail to tail the animals stood still for some time.
Then, like the animal it was, the male simply
disengaged itself and lopped out of the room. The
female sat down and began grooming its nether regions.
Alex watched in aroused curiosity. Finally it stopped
and began to walk away.
Under his breathe, Alex whispered, "Here, girl," and
patted the edge of the sofa. The collie stopped, looked
around, then trotted over to his outstretched hand.
Alex began to ruffle behind its ears. If the animal had
experienced any pleasure from the mating, it didn't
show in its attitude. No need for a cigarette, I guess,
Alex thought.
Sitting up, Alex sunk both hands into the animal's fur.
The most primitive part of his brain took impulsive
control and he slipped to the floor on his knees. Alex
disengaged one hand from petting the dog to pull his
erection through the opening in his briefs. Gently he
stroked backward along the animal's spine until he held
one hand under each of its haunches. Scooting on his
knees, Alex positioned himself directly behind it.
Inexpertly, he thrust his prick toward the spot where
he presumed there must be an opening.
He became aware of the dog's scent. The texture of its
fur. Its female-ness. And then, grazing the head of his
penis under its tail, he felt wetness. "Oh my," he
inwardly groaned. He thrust upward, seeking entry and
satisfaction.
Abruptly if not surprisingly, the dog let out a yip and
pulled away from him. It quickly left the room. Caught
in a moment of awareness of what he had been about to
do as well as fear of discovery, Alex leapt back onto
the sofa, pulled the blanket over himself, and
pretended to be asleep.
The house continued to be quiet; apparently no one else
had been disturbed. Alex sighed. Turning over onto his
back, he reached down and grabbed one of his socks from
where he'd taken it off. As he'd done countless times
before, he pulled it down over his erection and began
to stroke himself until he came. This time, his fantasy
included a female with four legs rather than two.
Time passed and nothing came of these events, except an
occasional wandering thought about what might have been
if Alex had known what he was doing that night. Is it
even physically possible for a man to sexually enter a
dog, he wondered.
Two years later Alex had moved to the Pacific Northwest
to take a position as a designer at a manufacturing
plant in central Oregon. Despite its popularity among
the retirement set, the area was still essentially
ranch country. Several of his acquaintances raised a
variety of livestock:: cattle, llamas, sheep and emus.
As happened frequently, one of them offered an
invitation to Sunday dinner with his family. As nature
abhors a vacuum, so small-towns abhor unattached males
and have an inclination to "marry them up" as soon as
possible. The guest list included a niece who Alex
might find attractive.
The young lady turned out to be pleasant and indeed
quite attractive. But it was the sheep that caught
Alex's attention. Taking a turn through a pasture
before dinner, Alex suddenly was aware of dozens of
white, fluffy cunts attached to the rear of grass-
munching creatures The distant memory of his previous
animal encounter came flooding back into his mind. Oh
my, he thought lustfully.
Dinner was steak and potatoes, the evening was
congenial, and nothing came of his introduction to the
young lady. Although, Alex thought, anything was
possible. He wasn't getting any younger, that was for
certain.
One day at the office the phone rang and Alex answered
to find his rancher friend calling with a proposition.
"We're heading out of town the week after the kids
finish school. I could use some help keeping up with
chores at the place and I thought you might like to
escape your condo to the country. What do you think?"
Immediately Alex thought about all those fluffy white
cunts and agreed. Dates were exchanged, words of thanks
said in both directions, and the call ended. Alex
scampered to the restroom to relieve his throbbing
cock.
The date arrived. Alex packed a small bag and headed to
the ranch. His friend showed him a list of chores and
where to find tools, feed, and everything else that
would be necessary for the week. The family piled into
their van, waved, and were gone.
Alex spend the afternoon familiarizing himself with the
place. Of course there was a dog, a border collie, who
followed cautiously as Alex walked from building to
building. The exertion of the day caught him by
surprise and he turned in early, after eating a helping
of stew that had been left for him.
The next day, a Saturday, dawned warm and grew
increasing warmer. By noon it was well over ninety
degrees and Alex knew it was time to begin checking the
water in the pastures.
Being essentially a dessert region, there were few
trees for shade. Following the style of many ranchers,
Alex's friend had installed several dozen simple
weather shelters in the fields. Each was an A-frame
made from corrugated sheeting. Within each was a trough
for water and a rack to hold a bale of hay in the
winter. The task at hand was to drive an old Ford
pickup truck with a tank of water to every shelter and
top off the troughs. It was an inefficient but
inexpensive way to keep the animals watered. And
necessary, for the only open water otherwise was a
creek that went dry by April.
Sheep were clustered in and around every shelter to
escape the sun. Moment by moment living more into his
new role as "ranch hand," Alex guided the truck from
shelter to shelter. At each one he clicked off the
ignition, walked around to uncoil a length of hose into
the trough, and opened a valve to gravity feed water to
fill it. The flow of water from the hose end as it lay
on the bottom of the trough caused a current that broke
into swirls and eddys, spinning bits of grass, twigs,
and water striders in an aquatic ballet. When each
trough was full, Alex would shut off the flow, retrieve
the hose, and start the truck to go on to the next
shelter.
Around dinner time he reached the last shelter, which
was located on the edge of he property near the fence
line. It was midafternoon, the hottest part of the day,
and the novelty of the work was beginning to wear off.
Alex was overly warm and getting tired. He thought of
the six pack waiting in the refrigerator at the house
and sighed.
One more time, he thought, as he clicked off the key
and opened the door. Perhaps because of its distance
from the ranch buildings there were no sheep at this
shelter. Here we go, he thought. Grab the hose, drop it
in the trough, turn the valve, watch it fill. One more
time.
And then from around the corner of the shelter there
appeared a solitary animal. It moved slowly but with
energy, all the while chewing a cud of grass. While the
trough was still filling it began to drink. After a
long draught, it raised its head but remained at the
side of the trough. Alex looked at it – a ewe- and
wiped his sleeve across his forehead to stop a trickle
of sweat from running into his eye. Noticing that the
trough was full he turned off the water and pulled out
the hose, dropping it into the bed of the truck.
The animal stood chewing its cud. The sun beat down on
the corrugated roof, transmitting heat directly to both
man and animal. Alex's primitive brain went to work.
His eyes took in the whole animal. Ears that stood out
sideways from its head. A wooly coat matted with bits
of grass and other matter. Flanks that held between
them an organ full of intrigue and potential
satisfaction.
Alex dropped to one knee beside the ewe and began
speaking to it in low tones. He scratched its ears and
stroked up under its neck. He ran his hands along its
spine. The ewe bent its head for another long drink.
Slowly Alex stood up and walked around behind it. Sure
wouldn't pay to get kicked in the nuts, he thought. He
remained there, stroking the animal's sides, until it
seemed indifferent to his presence. Up came the head,
still chewing its cud.
Curling the fingers of his left hand into its wool,
with his right hand Alex unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned
his pants, and opened his zipper. Reaching behind
himself he pushed both pants and briefs down over his
buttocks until his cock stood out straight and free.
Leaning forward, he let a dollop of spit drop onto the
head and worked it around with his fingers. That should
do it, he thought.
With his left hand he took hold more tightly of the
wooly flank of the ewe. With his right he poked his
cock under its tail to lift it out of the way. He
leaned forward to trap the tail upright against his
stomach. He felt the sheep quiver.
Probing with the head of his cock, Alex searched for an
opening. Not that one, he said to himself. That's the
shit hole. Seeking a lower orifice, he spread his legs
to the sides and leaned in further still. Nothing.
Reaching under its belly with his right hand, Alex felt
what must have been nipples. He found the midpoint
between them and traced a line backwards toward the
tail with his index finger. Bingo.
Soft, pulsating, fleshy lips. Dry, but nevertheless
arousing. Oh my. Grabbing his shaft again, Alex guided
the spitted-wetted tip to the lips and circled it
around to spread the moisture. He pushed in gently and
felt the opening give way. More wetness, much more, lay
inside. Immediately he felt the pulse of the animal in
the walls of its vagina. It felt tight, it felt good,
it felt... like heaven. He was ready to fulfill his
dream.
Certain now of not slipping out of the animal, Alex let
go the shaft of his prick. He reached his right hand
midway up the animal's side and grasped its wool. Then
he released the clench of his left hand and reached
likewise farther up the animal's side. His arms were
stretched out in front of him like a swimmer preparing
to dive into the pool. A warm, wet, wooly sheep stood
between his legs. His cock, as hard as it had ever
been, yearned for stimulation, ached to be thrust in
and out, longed to fulfill its deepest purpose.
All space and time for Alex collapsed into this moment
of consummation. Alex shut his eyes, let out a deep
breathe, and pulled himself in.
Oh my.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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