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Black sheep and Tin sheds I had only recently moved onto the small acreage property when I began to feel the pinch of near suburban living. The only reason that bought me this close to the city was the fact that there were no jobs, other than the local meat works (I refuse to work for anyone living off animals) in the sleepy country town I call home. It was one those old farms that had been swallowed up in the ever growing suburban sprawl.,a pocket of scullion in an over inquisitive world. I抎 looked for months to find an affordable acreage with sheds for a very particular reason. The first thing I did was to buy a very special mower to keep the grass down ..After a long trip to a sale yard I became the proud owner of a young , very beautiful and very black ewe. I had never really been that attracted to sheep ,so I only had innocent intent toward the black sheep now called Queen .Many months passed, Queen grew larger and friendlier I would often play innocently with her, letting her lick my legs and fingers as I scratched her through her sort black wool .When ever I got the urge for something animalistic, I would visit my animal friends Jess the cow and Tarna the horse at home (you can find out what I get up to at home in the story 搑ainy days?.One day in summer after while playing with Queen, I accidentally put the tip of my finger in her small purse and noticed no reaction other than her relaxing .I stopped and took a step back to look at her and think about what I should do, I had liked what I felt and it bought a wave of restrained sexual emotion over me. Queen stepped over to me lowering her head for more attention .I knelt down along side her wooly body and rubbed her behind her sort black ears, thinking would sex endanger our friendship? It hadn抰 with my other animals, in fact it took us to a higher level of understanding, I told myself. I made my decision .Queen was a very attractive sheep, one and a half years old with a well proportioned ,cuddly style body, covered in short clean wool (I wash her every two weeks).After a little more play she followed me into the aging shed away from prying eyes for something a little more personal. The shed was a small one I used to repair vehicles, it was fully enclosed with large misted glass windows. .Along three of the walls were long work benches ,a bit lower than my waist height. I had cleaned up recently and quickly came up with a use for the space .Queen play butted my leg, I started to undress with all the uncertainly of a borne again virgin (I always get that feeling when preparing to mount a new conquest). Now Queen was not the just the cute black sheep that kept the grass down , I had known this morning , she now was a flower about to open. I rubbed her back ,slowly moving my hands further down her black body ,ever watchful for singes of her distaste. After I reached her sex I knelt down behind her and rubbed the head of my rock solid appendage against her relaxed, moist pussy. I ran a coating of vaselinea over my shaft and started to push my way into her. Queen was free to go, if she did that meant a hand job (that would have been a real let down), but she did not. She braced her self as I pushed on slowly pushing into her awesomely tight box. Never before and to this day have I made love to such a tight animal, I was worried that perhaps it was a physical impossibility to penetrate her black ass. I was relived when I saw my balls docking with her stretched lips, she showed no resistance other than internal, the virgin was broken. I placed my hands on her hips and stroked in and out of her in bestiality抯 missionary position ,quivering from the feel of her tight pussy running along my shaft. After a short time the Idea I had about the bench came back to me ,Queen seemed to have no objection to my intrusion in her newly pounded ass. I withdrew and gently picked her up ( she is used to that ) and placed her on her back atop the near by bench. It was time to experiment ,I all ways like to try something new. I gently separated her legs and placed my self back in her. She just lay there ,head propped against the wall taking the slow pace.I could feel the pressure building ,at the last minute I withdrew and shot a white line to the center of her round belly ,proof of my excitement . After placing her on the ground I dressed and went out side with Queen at my heals to greet the world a changed man, Sheep to me are no longer just mowers.
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