beastiality orgy
The fire felt wonderful against my body; as warm and gentle as ewe’s wool and as hot as her cunny honey. The bon fire in an old drum was cooking the BBQ. Friend’s of other people’s friend’s were chatting, laughing and sucking grog. And speaking of grog, I had to release a few bottles of it myself. I walked over to an empty, near darkness patch on the farm. Just after I relieved myself I noticed a sheep on the other side of a fence I was near; a ewe with her backside facing me! My eyes gazed between her rump, hiding behind that tiny tail of hers. I slowly stroked myself towards erection but stopped and put my pants on as I remembered that I was near a public place. Anyway, I had the rest of the night to work my plan. As soon as everyone had left the farm I would have the cover of night to have as many sheep to fuck as possible. This was my best friend’s farm but he doesn’t know about my dirty little secret.
The BBQ had finished and everyone was leaving. This was a party to celebrate the start of shearing season (get the girls naked season to me!). The meal was, of course, lamb spit roast. The poll going through both ends of the lamb had me thinking of a sheep 3-some: me hammering my cock home inside her pussy while someone else is getting their cock swallowed; oh, if only you could be in two places at once! Eating the meal was like eating her out. I rolled the succulent piece in my mouth like a clitoris. (more…)