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"You keep that up.. " her voice sounded husky, "I'll never let you leave." Alan quickly put his hands in his lap. "No please don't stop, that feels rather nice." Naanannun lifted her head to look up at the human. You truly like all species, don't you?" "Well there are some I don't like as much as others. But as far as what we call farm animals goes... Yea pretty much." Alan thought for a moment. "And there's some wild life I'm rather partial to... I wouldn't mind being with a deer sometime." The two remained silent for a while, with just the human stroking the black fur of the ewe's head and ears. Finally the scientist spoke, "We know that you have an emotional response when you look at some animals. You dog for instance, we can measure physiological changes in your body when you look at her. Especially when you two are alone. We concluded you are like us, in that you have emotions not unlike our own." She paused a moment before continuing, "But what I was wondering what is the intellectual reason for your desire to associate with other species over your own?" Alan thought for a few moments... Cleared his throat... "Well I'm sure in your ten years of studying us, you found that we can be the most, selfish, disloyal, unfaithful, underhanded, unscrupulous, deceitful, corrupt, and down right treacherous, life form that ever oxidized carbon... And animals are none of those things." The human stopped his petting and looked at the ewe lying next to him. "And I really wonder why you're even bothering with us?" Shifting slightly on the bench, the human continued, "Hell if we had gone to your world, the way we are now, I'm sure we would have had dozens of you cut open and your guts spread out on tables by now." "But all of you are not like that." "Enough are... Especially the ones that are in charge." "There are others, out in the universe, that are like that." "Well send 'em here, I'm sure they'll get along with 'em just fine." "What about Tom Wilson?" "Well he's one of the good guys in this world... So's my friend back in Ohio... But I'm sure if you ask them, you'll get a similar answer." The bar owner looked down at his feet. "I don't hate my fellow humans... I guess you could say I just don't trust mankind... There are some really nice folks that come to my bar... But even then I don't know them other then what I see when they are here... I mean some might beat their wives, abuse their kids, steal from their bosses... We're all good at putting up a false front. I mean look at me, I hide the fact that I shag my Great Dane from everyone." "To answer your question, why we are bothering with your world... Is to find you." "Me?" "We have found, but with a few exceptions, that most worlds, have people like you... People that care about other things then themselves and what they can exploit." "Well I've already told your Captain, that I 'exploit' a fair amount myself." "What if people like you were in charge of your world?" "Well there'd be a lot less wars, we'd all be too busy shagging out critters to worry about the guy next door... But even then that wouldn't work, there's all the religions out there that don't want us making love to our animals... And I'm sure sometime down the road that even us zoos would find something to start wars over... Shagging the wrong sub-species, or some such... It's in our DNA." "We are sure you are a very good representative of the better part of your mankind... You and many others like you will welcome contact with us." Alan looked at the alien sheep in her beautiful eyes. "How are you going to keep the rest of mankind from blasting your ship out of the sky the moment they find out?" "We just won't tell them... I think you are pretty good at keeping a secrete."

Alan stood looking across the tires at the distant towers with their red lights silently blinking their warning, wondering if what just happened... Happened? He then lifted his .45 up and gave it a sniff... "Yea, needs cleaned". In his other hand he held a new MP3 player that he could talk to aliens with. "I need a drink." After checking to make sure he had put the safety back on, the bar owner slid the Kimber back into it's holster. Turning to head to the back porch, he saw Alexis standing at her kennel's door with her tail wagging. Alan nearly ran to her. Opening the door he knelt down and ran his hands over her body. Aside from her turning her rump towards him and flagging her tail shamelessly at him, she seamed unaffected by whatever it was they kept her asleep with. Alan watched Alexis as she ran among the tires sniffing the ground there the two guards stood. And she also 'tracked' the path of the male scientist that had fired his gun. She headed to the power panel and the bar keep realized he still hadn't turned the lights off. Following his bitch to the panel, he flipped the switch down with a 'clunk'. Turning he noted that it was darker now and with a quick glance to the light pole, he half expected to see the floating ball, but did not. Alexis squatted and was ready to head in. Once upstairs, the bar owner fixed himself a nice stiff rum and cola. Sitting on the couch with a Dane head in his lap, he turned on one of the 24 hour news stations, watching the usual stories about mankind's treatment of his fellow man... And as usual, it wasn't pretty. Alan normally didn't 'swill' his drinks, but tonight he took a big gulp and raised his glass in salute to the TV. "Yeah! You show the universe how 'civilized' we are." Looking down he saw his love looking confused at his tone of voice. "I'm sorry girl, it's just the past few hours I had to think about all this shit going on in the world and wonder if it will ever stop." Pouring some more rum over the remaining ice in his glass he refilled his drink from the bottle he had brought to the coffee table and splashed in some more cola from the open 20oz. bottle. The News switched to the local weather man and after the normal patter about the coming day's weather, he apologized that their 'Super Chromeplated Double Doppler Radar' was on the fritz and they didn't have it to show that there wasn't any rain in the area. Which gave Alan a good chuckle.

The bar owner was a bit fuzzy the next morning, but some coffee from the Mr. Coffee behind the bar soon had his head clear. A bowl of cereal and Alan was quickly getting the bar ready to open. He was even ahead of schedule. One last trip outside with Alexis, he then opened the door to go upstairs. Following his bitch up the steps, his plan was to close the gate and go back down, but as he neared the top he looked up to see a massive, 'Great Dane bitch in heat', twat waiting for him. Her tail arched to one side, flagging her intent. Alan couldn't help but smile as he gazed upon the sight. He knew that when she was in heat she preferred doing it 'doggie style'. And she was smart enough to remember that her human liked to have her stand on a rise of some sort to do it that way. So she waited at the top of the steps for her human lover to take her. The bar keep carefully stepped out of his shorts and draped them over the banister that went around the stairwell opening. At the top of the steps, there's a small table pushed tight against the railing. A place for keys and loose change. But it's what was hidden under the table that Alan stuck his hand between the up rights to retrieve. Stepping another step, the bar keep reached out and scratched the Great Dane on her rump just above her tail. The effect was immediate, her tail flipped up a bit higher and that massive vulva jiggled invitingly. Special 'in heat' muscles pulled the whole swollen mass up under her anus, so there would be less, up and in, as there would be at times of 'off heat'. Alan's cupped hand could barely contain the mound of swollen flesh. Flipping the top open on the bottle of lube he had acquired just a moment before. Squirting some onto his fingers, he massaged the black skin of Alexis' nether lips. Squeezing the bottle a bit harder, he made a small puddle of the slick'um and applied it liberally to his hard penis. The man knew all too well that he'll need the extra lube if he wants to get inside that swollen mound of dog flesh. Stepping up to the last step, putting the human's cock on the same level at the Dane's exaggerated 'Y' shaped labial lips. Again he massaged his, wet with lube, hand over her mound, and then he grabbed his slippery cock and aimed it at her bestial opening. Stepping his left foot up onto the landing, Alan steadied himself so he wouldn't go bouncing back down the stairs on his head if his bitch lover decided to push back. Pressing foreword, the human was always amazed at how firm Alexis' vulva became in heat. Pushing with much more force then normally need to gain entrance to her sex, Alan finally gained a breach head as his glans oozed past her nether lips. Silently wishing he had the stiffing bone and taper of a dog's cock, the human gripped the bitch's hips and pulled himself deeper into her heat swollen pit. Knowing that his well lubed dick couldn't hurt his love, he began to push harder. The Great Dane's tunnel gradually allowed the human cock to burrow into it's swollen folds of animal flesh. When Alan's head did pop through the second 'ring' into her vagina, he gave a small sigh of relief. Holding himself tight against the fat vulva, the human felt the bitch's cunt muscles 'working' his cock. Sensuous contractions gripped his thick dick, making the man groan. Pulling his manhood back, Alan pulled his cock free of the bitch to apply a fresh coat of lube before pushing back in. After been slightly stretched and some lube being slathered along the tunnel during the first intromission, the human found it easier the second time he pushed into the animal's sex. Again he gripped her hips as he hilted himself back into her warm bitch body. Pulling back, this time his glans remained inside the firm mound. Slowly at first he worked his cock back and forth, the extra lube letting his cock slide through the puffy cunt lips, quickly the sounds of their fucking filled the stairwell. "God you are so tight." he whispered to the spotted back. "I'm not going to last long..." Knowing he'd never equal the bestial pounding she'd receive from a 200 pound stud dog, the human none the less did his best to fuck his animal lover as hard as he could. Holder her tightly, he fucked his dick forcefully into her swollen cunt, faster he fucked, the popping of human flesh against canine, grew ever louder. Alexis braced her front paws on the carpeted floor, pushing back into the vigorous fucking of her human lover. Her need to be bred being satiated by the thick man cock thrusting into her wanton sex. Looking down Alan saw that the turgid labial lips didn't move much as he thrust in and out of their tight opening. Her heat swollen vulva was surrounding his thick cock in a firm embrace. Though she had loosened slightly, the bitch was still sending maximum sensations to his glans enveloped in her canine flesh. The tightening of his groin muscles let the human know he was nearing his release. Shortening his strokes Alan felt his orgasm sweep through him and out his cock in a torrent of milky semen. Blast after blast of thick human cum was pumped into the hot depths of her animal cunt. But soon his balls emptied. And even though the bitch's tunnel was doing it's best to milk more jizz from the throbbing male organ, there was just a thin trickle. As soon as the firm grasp on her hips relaxed just a little, and with a flurry of scratchy sound, the Dane rocketed off the dribbling cock and zoomed into the kitchen. Loud 'toenails on linoleum' was heard as she made the turn and ran past the human, down the hall and into the bedroom. This time the sound of a Great Dane leaping on and off the bed was heard and she came bounding back out. Two more laps of Alexis' 'happy dance' and finally she stopped in front of Alan. Apparently she suddenly remembered that she needed to lick his cock. Which she proceeded to do so in a furor of tongue swipes aimed mostly at the human's groin.

The front door of the bar opened. The bar keep glanced at the clock and saw there was still an hour to go before opening time. But a coffee cup coming through first let Alan know it was his friend from across the street. Tom staggered to the bar like a man who'd been lost in the desert for a week. "Oh thank god your here.. I was afraid that bitch of your's had you still in bed. My coffee maker died this morning... I NEED COFFEE!" The gas station owner ended his mock theatrics as he hopped up on a bar stool. Alan reached below the bar and lifted the full carafe. "This stuff?" The bar owner waved the coffee filled container about. "Say you're sorry for that remark about Alexis." Again the neighbor went into 'actor' mode. Collapsing into the bar, he croaked, "In god's name man... I'm dying here... I'm sorry what I said about your beautiful bitch... Please I NEED COFFEE!" Alan filled the cup, "Sugar?" "No I'll take it black, 'hun'." The skinny Texan laughed. "You do look a bit flushed... When's the last time you had to satisfy that bitch of your's?" Alan fumbled getting his own cup out... "Ahhh... If you must know, about 15 minuets ago." "Hehe... Well can't say I blame you none... She sure is one sexy animal." The bar keep filled his cup and the two sipped in silence for a bit. "You ever think about all this stuff might be real?" The Texan looked up a bit surprised... "What stuff? The space stuff?" Waving his arm at some of the movie posters... "Yea you know, life out there." Shrugging his shoulders and taking another sip of coffee, Tom spoke... "Well I suppose... They say there are lots of planets that can support life... And maybe even some have critter that look up at the stars like we do... But as far as little green men coming by for a visit... Not likely... Why you ask? Been seeing space ships landing out back?" "Maybe..." Alan said to his coffee. "What?" Tom blinked... Then smiled... "Either you've been staying up too late shagging that bitch's pussy, or you're pulling my leg." Alan put on a big grin, "Yea... but wouldn't it be neat if they did show up some day?" The neighbor gave a snort, "Neat? Be the start of a war most likely." Alan nodded, "So it's ok if any show up, I can introduce you to them?" The Texan looked confused, not knowing what his friend was going on about, but decided to play along. "Sure, no problem... Well except the one's that suck your brains out. You can keep those to yourself."

The week past and the strange conversation was forgotten. Saturday 'morning' came and Alan along with Alexis, went across the intersection to the gas station. Tom saw them approaching and went into the back to put on a fresh pot of coffee. Soon the two men were sitting at the old table talking about the nice weather they've been having thus far this winter. Then the bar owner said to the Texan, "You've had me out to your place several times for some really good Bar-B-Que, but I've not made dinner for you... How about this Sunday you come by the bar and I'll fix you something nice for a change." Tom thought for a bit, checking his mental calendar for anything he might have promised someone to do that day. Then he asked with a grin, "I don't know. Can you cook?" Alan laughed, "Well I'm still alive, so I guess I can make something you can choke down." "Well when do you want me?" the rancher asked. "Oh..." Alan thought for a moment, "After you've fed and taken care of your animals out at the ranch... How's seven o'clock sound?" "That'll be fine, you want me to bring anything?... Tums, Rolaids?" Tom grinned. "You keep that up and I'll make meatloaf." the bar keep said with foreboding in his voice. Tom recoiled, "No! Not meatloaf!"

At the appointed hour the skinny Texan arrived at Alan's bar, and was warmly greeted by man and beast. During dinner Alexis thought the guest might be an easier mark for hand outs. But while her lover was in the room, there wasn't much luck, however when his back was turned, she got a small tid-bit of biscuit with some chicken gravy on it. When Alan caught the activity out of the corner of his eye, the Texan remarked it was 'pay back' for all the French Fries the bar owner had slipped Sadie. After dinner the two men headed to the living room and the bar owner broke out some good port wine. Pouring the smoky brown liquid into two overly ornate cut crystal glasses, the bar keep passed one to Tom. The gas station owner slowly turned the glass around by rolling the stem between his fingers. Seeing the gesture Alan explained, "Family heirloom... One of the few things I kept." The Texan nodded and took a sip. "That's pretty damn good." He pronounced. The two friends continued to sip their drinks, chatting about local politics, when Tom announced that he had gotten a phone call from brother Leroy. Seams one of his boys wanted to spend some time with his uncle. "I'm guessing.." the lanky Texan drawled, as he accepted an offered cigar.. "That the 'Wilson family curse', has clammed it's next victim." Alan cut his own cigar and after lighting it, sat back in his comfy chair. Looking over to his lanky friend, who was almost lost in his overstuffed chair, Alan asked. "Know much about him?" Between sips and puffs, the barkeep found out that Keath was a pretty good kid. Smart, growing like a weed, probably was going to end up about brother Frank's size. Good in school, played football, and was showing a lot of interest in not only the dogs at the kennel, but also in the neighbor's livestock. Hence the request to come to his uncle's farm to learn more about farm critters. "Think he might already be an active zoo?" "Well, what with all the stuff on the net these days.. I'd bet he knows about it." "That's true..." Then Alan chuckled. "I wonder if I've already talked to him on the zoo forums?" Tom nodded his head, "Yea ain't that hard to get around the 'age blocks', and I've talked to him, he sounds like an adult." The conversation continued as the two men talked about their own early days of being zoos. Then, just as the cigars were burning down to nubs, Alexis rolled off the couch and walked around the coffee table to Alan's chair and gave a soft short, 'woof'. "And that means she wants out." The barkeep said as he got up and headed to the stairs. Quickly the two were out of sight and out of hearing...

Several minutes passed and Tom was beginning to wonder if something happened to the duo. Then there came the sound of the door at the bottom of the steps opening and foot falls on the treads. Only there wasn't a sudden rush of black and white zooming up the stairs... Just the sounds of heavy boots. Just as Alan's head appeared, the sounds stopped. Bounding up the last few steps, the barkeep looked at his friend with a broad smile and asked. "You remember you said you was willing to meet some aliens?" The skinny Texan at first smiled, then all expression left his face. "You aren't joking." He slowly said. "You really have space aliens following you up the stairs?" Alan made a motion to whatever was on the steps, and the heavy foot falls began again. Tom sat motionless... Then a large black sheep head appeared. The Texan let out a relived breath, as his watched the woolly creature rising up the stairwell. He even laughed a bit as he looked at what he thought was one of those fancy fursuits walking into the living area. Then another black sheep head and then another, until there was four of the white with black legs fursuiters standing around. Three with white vests, and the biggest one, without. One stood over by the arch way to the kitchen while the other three lined up on the other side of the coffee table from him. Alan stood next to the largest one and cheerfully announced to Tom. "This is Captain Baanurum..." he paused, "Scientist Naanannun.." again a brief pause, "And scientist Naananwee." The Texan stared at the four, and finally said. "Jesus H Christ!... Those are the most fantastic fursuits I've ever seen. Did you all make them yourselves?" The pause extended for several seconds... "Can you talk?" Tom finally asked. "Yes they can.." said Alan, but you wouldn't be able to understand they language." "So, they're just going to stand there?" "Well... would it be ok with you if they turned on a translator so you can talk to them?" "Sure... As long as I don't have to stick a fish in my ear." The three sheep turned to look a Alan, who made a motion with his hands and said, "I'll explain later." Tom didn't know where his friend had found this group, but they sure were good at acting like sheep from outer space. Then he saw the middle sheep, that stood across from him, open one of the many pockets it had on it's vest and pull out a marble sized ball. Holding it between two finger, it held it's arm out as if aiming it towards the Texan. The sheep opened it's fingers... but instead of falling to the coffee table, it slowly began to float over to where he sat, and stopped just over his right shoulder. Tom's eyes got bigger as the ball got closer. Swiveling his head to watch it, he lifted up his left hand and tried to touch it. But the shinny ball scooted away. "What.." The Texan kept his eyes on the floating ball, he was vaguely aware that the barkeep had said something to him. "It won't hurt you," Alan said a bit louder, "It will just translate what they say to you." Tom turned his head back to look at the group... He was starting to have some doubts about them being fursuits. The middle sheep 'baa-ed' quietly and an obviously feminine voice, suddenly next to Tom's head he heard, "Do you understand me?" The Texan's head snapped to the ball and then just as quickly, back to the sheep... He started to get up, then sat back down. "Yes.." he croaked, bewilderedly.

The next couple of hours spent answering questions and Tom getting a closer look at the sheep. The Texan even agreed to being scanned, standing between the two ewe scientists, slowly turning as they moved their scanners up and down his body. Alan could see in his friend's face that the Texan was coming to accept that he was talking to beings from a distant star, and they looked just like earth sheep. The conversation wound down, and then there was a silence. Naanannun glanced at Alan and then back to Tom, "We've only had a chance to get a close look at one of you earth men..." The barkeep gave a sheepish smile at his friend. "It didn't hurt at all." he assured. "We were hoping.." the ewe continued, "If we might get you to agree to a closer inspection?" "Not out here." Alan quickly said. "Back in the spare bedroom... With just one of the sheep." Tom thought for a moment... And figured that if they intended to suck his brain out, they would have done it by now. "I guess so... Wont be the first time I was naked around a sheep." Naananwee raised from her spot on the end of the couch, stepping around the coffee table she walked past Tom, who got up to follow her down the hall. Once in the small room he snapped the switch which turned on the light sitting the night stand next to the bed. The ewe turned to face him, and slipped off her vest, reached into a pocket and retrieved her scanner. Placing the vest on a chair sitting in the corner she stood with the device in front of her. The Texan looked at her in the light that shown around her. "Is that going to be enough light?" he asked. She gave, what the human figured was a shrug, and said, "Oh yes. the scanner can work in total darkness." Tom stood for several more moments, the ewe didn't push him, but he figured he needed to get on with it. Starting with his boots, then shirt, pants, socks, and finally his underwear. He stood naked in front of the ewe that poked a few buttons on the scanner and asked him to turn around slowly. When he came back around the sheep had stepped closer to him. "Thank you." she spoke softly, "Now, if I may, I'd like to touch you... Of course if you wish, you can also touch me in return." The human run his had across his chest and looked down at his body. Down past his bellybutton, his 'monster' was acting like it wanted to answer that question. The ewe was looking at her scanner, it's readings seam to give her his answer, for she stepped closer. Clicking off the devise, she tossed it to rest on top of her vest. Slowly she lifted her hoof/hand to his chest. Tom kept his eyes on her's, seeing no danger there he relaxed as she made contact with his skin. "My sister was lucky." the ewe breathed, "She got to touch the first human." Running her hand over his smooth skin she looked very intrigued at the sensation. The human seamed to come out of a trance, feeling the hard hoofed fingers slid over him, he looked down at the black hoof. Then, slowly, he lifted his hand and touched the deep v' ed chest of the ewe. The black fur felt very soft to his touch, and then he moved it to her arm, where the black fur ended and the white wool began. "Just like a freshly sheared sheep." he muttered aloud. She stepped even closer, he could feel her body heat on his flesh. Looking up, her muzzle was just inches from his face. He could see her nostrils flare slightly as she scented him. Then he noted her light sheep smell. He shuffled the last few inches between them so their chests were touching. The ewe leaned in and rubbed the side of her lips against his cheek, at the same time her other hoof was carefully running down his side and around in front of his lower belly. A black hoof slid through the tangle of one of the few furry patches on Tom's body. The ewe felt something bump her own belly just above, one of the few places she didn't have any fur. "I hope you're not a tease." The human whispered to the sheep ear, inches from his mouth. The ewe hesitated for just a moment, as the she sifted through the special words used in human mating. Her bleat sound very earnest as the little floating ball told him. "No, never." The sheep carefully took the human's hand that was just hanging at his side and pressed it to her udder. Tom felt the warm nubs of her teats, as he moved his hand over her flesh. "How.... I mean.... How would we....?" The Texan stammered. Naananwee rubbed her muzzle across Tom's cheek, and baa'ed softly to him. "We'll mate like my sister and your human friend did, I know that will work for us too." The ewe stepped to where her vest lay on the chair and retrieved a small squeeze bottle. Handing it to the human she told him it was just like the substance that he and his friend uses, when they are with their animal partners. Tom watched as the ewe turn her back to him and lay across the old iron framed bed. The sight of her woolly haunches facing him brought his 'monster' for full hard. Looking at the bottle he discovered the same thing his friend did and when he squeezed it the viscous liquid inside oozed out the top. Pulling the skin back from over his glans, he slathered on a good amount of the lubricant. Last thing he wanted was to hurt this sexy space sheep alien. The lanky Texan was shorter then his bartending friend, so he didn't have to spread his legs much at all to get lined up with the rubbery chocolate colored lips. He figured that since one of 'em had already been shagged by a human, he probably wouldn't have any problems with this ewe, except for depth... So he pressed the head of his human cock firmly against the ewe's labial opening. Her nether lips parted and Tom's cock entered her smoothly. Feeling the warm walls part, the human pressed inward. Inch after inch of hard dick slid past her lips. Tom was very alert to what his monster's tip was sliding into. Not just for the pure sensual pleasure, but to make sure he didn't bang into the bottom of the ewe's vagina. To his, and the ewe's, delight, the human was able to hilt himself fully in the beast. Tom, 'dropped the reins', and let his lust grow... He pulled back and stroked in with a firm solid thrust. Naananwee gave a moan, the little ball wasn't sure what to say, since the ewe wasn't speaking language it knew. Then some memory bank sent the floating translator a message, and the ball drifted away from the fucking pair. The human gave an answering animal moan, as he picked up speed and was soon plowing his ten inches into the ewe with long powerful strokes. Each fuck thrust brought squeaking protests from the metal springs, as the sheep's body was shoved further onto the mattress. It had been many years since the Texan had shagged a sheep, but he knew with out a doubt, the one he was fucking now, was the best ever. The lube the ewe had given was perfect. He felt every ripple of the warm ovine flesh he was fucking himself into. Tom gripped her hips lightly, to steady himself. Again and again his loins bumped against the ewe's white woolly rump. The human and sheep moaned in unison as their lusts grew. Feeling the muscles in his groin pull tight, he slammed himself deeply into the animal. "Ahhh..." was all Tom could utter as his thick simian cum fired from his buried cock. Naananwee felt the human's semen jet forth deep inside her cunt. Another short thrust and then another blast. The thickness of the human's cock had driven her to her own orgasm, several times. Now the twitching penis stayed inside her, giving one last volley of thick human seed. But unlike when Alan Cooper had fucked her sister, this human stayed within her. She could hear his labored breathing, but his cock remained as stiff as when he first entered her. Not since his early days of shagging critters, had Tom been able to maintain an erection after blowing his seed. But with this wonderful beast, his lust boiled with youthful exuberance. After regaining his breath, the lanky Texan started fucking the beast anew. The ewe smiled to herself, this was something new. They had not observed humans doing this with their animal partners. It was very 'ram like', she thought. The males of her species fucked this way. Quick thrusts, cumming fast and then doing it again, several times. This human lasted much longer then any ram she had ever been with, and it sure felt as if his emission was also much bigger in volume, so she wondered how many times would he fuck her? At first Tom tried to relax and just feel the warm sheep pussy glide over his cock. Stroke, stroke, stroke... "God she feels wonderful." Thought the Texan. But quickly his lust clamped down on his mind and the human started fucking the animal, once again in earnest. Again the chorus of metallic screeching filled the room as Tom fucked his turgid dick rapidly in and out of the female animal. The ewe let out another bleat of joy as her tingling twat was soon building to another orgasm. She felt her labial lips eagerly taking the thick human cock. It's massive diameter rubbed her swollen clit on each stroke. The hot rush of lust flashed through her body, pussy muscles flexed and bestial juices flowed, as she crashed into another orgasm. Head back, eyes squeezed shut, the human felt the sheep cum on his cock. That was all it took to make his own loins flash hot and his second load of thick white semen rocketed from his cock glans. To splash into the depths of the animal's cunt, joining his first. Naananwee was sure she had at least twenty times more cum in her pussy than she'd ever had at any one time before. When the human finally did pull out of her and sat heavily on the mattress next to her, she could feel his thick cum oozing from her stretched slit. It felt wonderful... She felt wonderful... Her body lay tingling on the bed... Her own breathing was hard and labored. Finally she let out a deep baa, and the floating ball woke up and zipped to it's place over the humans shoulder. "That was the best fucking I've ever had." The ball told Tom. "Yea.." the Texan sighed, "I hadn't done a double like that in a long time." And then he touched her ear in the same tender way she had seen the other human do with her sister.