Space Sheep 6
#6 of Space Sheep
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One week later:
Alan awoke from his dozing, for the second... Or was it the third time? Sundays were his favorite. He was wore out from yesterday. It had been really great Saturday in the bar, word had gotten around that Jenny was cooking at the 'Warp Drive Inn', and all her old customers showed up. So for the first time, in the bar's short history, they run out of food. And while the bar owner hadn't had a chance to 'run the numbers', he felt it might have also been the first time he had sold more food then beer. The barkeep had even pressed Jason into service to watch the bar, while he went to wait tables, and Jenny cooked. The volunteer EMT was the main attraction there any way, telling and retelling about last Tuesday and the 'Big Wreck'. The barkeep had to cheerfully shout out, "Hey, I got a bar to run!", to get through the people crowded around the kitchen doorway who were visiting with Jenny. Peering at the night stand next to his king sized bed, he saw it was a few minutes after one in the afternoon. Rolling onto his side, Alan lay spooning with his canine goddess who was snoring softly with her head on the pillow next to his. The human loved the feel of her warm black and white spotted furry body next to his. Burying his face in her head fur, he inhaled her clean dog scent. With long strokes he lightly ran his hand over her twin line of teats. And even though just a few hours previous, the bitch had ridden him like a rented mule, Alan starting to feel himself beginning to harden. Slowly getting up, he 'knee walked' around to her rump. Alexis had woken up while she was getting her bitch boobs rubbed, rolled over onto her back, her front paws flopped in the 'begging dog' position. Alan shifted so his knees were on either side of her hips. Leaning foreword, he used both hands to softly rub her white furred and pink skinned belly and chest. The human sat back on his heels and looking down he saw her black vulva, still leaking slime from their earlier love making session. Again Alan thought to himself, that he love looking at her mound, surrounded by her pink and white body. 'Like a bullseye'. Spitting on his fingers, the human wetted the dry lube that was still on his stiffening cock making it shine in the dim light that sneaked in from around the heavy drapes. Pressing his hard shaft down, the glans was soon slipping into her 'Y' shaped portal. A bit of shifting and he was sinking into her animal heat. Alexis watched her lover as he slid into her, his thick cock caressing her sensitive vaginal walls as it descended into her body. When the human hilted in her, squishing her mound against his groin making her clitoris pulse with pleasure, she laid her head back on the pillow with her eyes closed and gave out a soft moan. Alan repositioned slightly, then catching the Dane's hind paws under his arms, his body curved over her's to lightly lay on her, thus making Alexis' rump roll up so the human had a more downward angle on her twat. Slowly he lifted his loins, pulling his throbbing cock out of her wet cunt, then gently letting himself descend. He felt her slick tunnel engulfing his hard shaft... With slow strokes, the human fucked his bitch... His arms on either side of her chest holding most of his weight off her... Steady even thrusts... Alan savored ever inch of Alexis' cunt as he fucked her sex slimed tunnel... Her puffy mound squished against his hairy groin as he ended each stroke deep in her soppy sex... The human lost himself in her passionate warmth... Up and down he glided smoothly in her... Over and over he fucked himself into her bestial opening... The Dane's puffy nether lips eagerly sucked in the human's hard cock... Stroke after stroke he plunged his stiff shaft into the animal again and again... Her bitch nipples pressed against his belly on each down stroke... Her warm body feeling so luxurious against his flesh... The man rubbed his face into her white furred chest... Alan started to tire, so making sure her leg wouldn't be trapped under him, he slowly rolled over to his side bringing Alexis with him. Laying belly to belly still buried deeply in his bitch, he laid for a few minutes savoring the carnal feel of just being in her warm animal sex. Rolling his hips back and forth he again started thrusting his cock in the Great Dane's sensuous cunt. Bringing one legs up and over her hip so he could continue to hilt himself in her slimy depths. Over the next twenty minutes or so, the human would start and stop his fucking. Sometimes just holding himself in her while looking lovingly into her eyes. Alan ran his hands over her body with slow even strokes. Sliding it between them to rub her springy bitch boobs. Then his hand would stroked down her long back. When it reached her rump, he pulled her closer to his groin making her mound squish around the base of his cock. For her part, the Dane would squeeze her lovers cock from time to time, feeling his thickness in her, giving soft groans when she did. Slowly Alan felt his loins begin to tighten, signaling his approaching release. Rolling her onto her back, the human again on top, began fucking her soppy cunt faster. Soft squishy sounds came from their bestial union as he started his drive to his orgasm. Harder he thrust, shoving himself repeatedly into her warm carnal flesh. His labored breathing could be heard, as well as the Great Dane's velar moans. With a grunt and a hard thrust, Alan empted himself into the bitch's warmth. His thick ropy cum, blasting from his piss slit, add to the pool of steamy slime already in her depths. An over flow of warm, white translucent jizz, was pumped from the Great Dane's vulva as he continued to fuck her softly. The viscous mass dribbled down across her ass and on to her tail. Alan's lust ebbed from his body with the last of his simian seed dribbling from his cock and into his lover. The human held himself in her for a few more minutes, then with a soft slurp, he pulled out and flopped to his back next to Alexis. He smiled as he lay there puffing, listening to her tail thumping happily on the mattress. With a groan, the human got up and staggered to the bathroom to once again take on the mantle of bar owner and attend to his responsibilities. The slurping sounds of the Great Dane cleaning herself could be heard as Alan stepped into the old bath tub to take a shower. Letting the water run from the tap for a few minutes before switching on the shower, the bar owner looked out the tiny window over the tub. Shinning brightly in the early afternoon Texas sun, he could see the field and the massive black tire. The glare made the ground bleach out to a near white but the blackness of the tire rising up in the middle. Reminding the human of his bitch's twat. "Like a bullseye...." Hot water splashing on his feet reminded the man of the task at hand. Adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature, he switched the little valve to make the water spray out of the shower head. Alan knew if he didn't shower he would be itchy and sticky all day, but he also hated to wash away the traces of his love making with his Dane. After showering off the sweat and slime, the human went back to his bedroom to put on clothes for the day. Alexis was standing with her tail wagging as she watcher the nude human come back into the room. Watched as his put his underwear and pants on. But as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes and socks, she walked over to him and put her head in his lap. Alan's hands instantly sprang in to action petting and stroking his love. "Is this your way of telling me you had a good time?" The human inquired of his mate. It was Sunday to the human was in no hurry, but eventually he had to gently nudge her away long enough to finish dressing. Putting her collar back on... He was naked when they made love, so why not her? He grabbed a shirt and headed for the steps. They both trotted downstairs, across the bar and out the back door. As usual the Dane was running out into the field and with nose lowered she searched for the proper spot to pee. Again the bar owner looked and the tire and thought about his earlier observation. "A Bullseye." he muttered again. "What if I were to paint it red and..." Just then Alexis bounded back up to her human. Clipping the lead onto her collar, the two headed for Wilson's gas station. They got to the station just as Tom was taking down the 'Back in 10 Minutes' sign. "Well I see you two finally stopped screwing like bunnies and decided to get up?" The station owner asked of his friend as they came in the door. "And how many times has the, 'Back in 10 minutes I'm shagging my Basset Hound', sign been up today?" Alan grinned back. "Well this time I really was in the bathroom, pissing out this morning's coffee... You want some?" Tom pointed to the 'Employees Only' door. "Piss or coffee?" Alan asked the short Texan. "Well it's in the pot, hot and black... I guess you'll just have to take your chances." came station owner's retort. As the two sat and drank coffee at one of the tables from the old 'disco bar', the bar owner soon had Sadie's head in his lap looking for attention. His petting of the hound's wrinkled brow and soft silky ears, was soon interrupted by a black and white spotted Dane head. "My aren't we jealous?" the human inquired of his bitch. "Go see Tom, he's not used to not having to bend over to pet a dog." After the two chatted about the weather, dogs, and life in general, Alan asked. "So have you heard from your brother Frank, about what's going to happen to that tire?" The station owner thumped his coffee mug down on the table and exclaimed. "Oh say. I did hear from Sheriff Frank, Friday night when I got home. You was so busy yesterday I didn't have a chance to tell you..." The Texan paused, and Alan couldn't help himself and asked. "Tell me what?" Tom just nodded. "Well it seams that the salvage company figures that by the time they get another low-boy out here and a big ass crane to lift it with, it'll end up costing more the that tire is worth." Alan sat and thought for a few minutes. The he asked, "How much do you get for your old tires?" The station owner look a bit surprised. "My tire recycle place wont touch that monster." "No I mean your normal old tires you have." Explained Alan. "Oh.. I don't GET anything, I have to pay two buck a carcass." Said Tom. "Why you asking?" The bar owner thought a little longer and then asked. "So if someone was to take 'em at no cost to you, you'd go for that?" "Well sure... What are you going to do with 'em?" Tom was starting to look concerned at his friend. Alan took his empty coffee mug and set it in the middle of the table up side down and put a pink sweetener packed on the bottom, and taking a hand full of white sugar packets, he made a ring around the mug. Then he took a handful of pink sweetener packets and made a bigger ring around the first one. Looking up from his work, he asked the station owner. "Now what does that look like?" Tom got up from his chair and looked down at the design. "Well it looks a bit like a target." The bar owner nodded and then ask. "Now if I painted that big tire red and then made rings around it with white and red painted smaller tires, and then had a big sign painted on the roof of the bar saying, 'Land Here', what do you think will happen?" Tom sat back down. "Well, before they you locked you away in the loony bin, I'd say you'd have folks driving from miles around to come look at the dang thing." Alan carefully picked up all the packets and put them back in their holder. "Well that's what I was thinking... Not the loony bin part, but getting more people to come to the bar." "You going to paint all them tires by yourself?" Tom's eyebrows shot up? "No I was thinking about having 'painting parties'. Have fifty cent hot dogs and buck a beer. I might even get one of the distributors to kick in on signage too." This high level business planning was stopped by the slurping sounds coming from Alexis' rear end. The two men looked at Sadie with her head angled up, slurping at the Great Dane's leaking twat. "Good thing we know about each other." mused the station owner. "Naw, you just got a lesbo bitch." The bar owner grinned. A few days later, Alan was putting his idea down on paper and making a few phone calls to see if he could get any of his distributors to help out. When Jason the volunteer EMT came in. Again it was another quite Tuesday. Alan found out that every volunteer got a couple nights off, but Jason still never got drunk and kept his pager on. Holding up a toy plastic fireman's boot, with the words 'Donations' printed with a marker on the side. "You care if I put this with the other jug you got on that table?" The young man asked? The barkeep looked at the little table that stood next to the door, with a donation jug on it for the local animal shelter. "Sure, you guys needing money?" "Yea, the county's money just covers the fuel and upkeep in the equipment. But anything new we need comes from donations." The EMT explained. After setting the toy boot down he ordered his usual beer. With no more then a half dozen customers in at any one time, the bar owner had lots of time to think on his project. On one of his trips past the donations table, inspiration struck. "You guys do any fund raising?" Alan asked Jason. "Yea, the town has a 'Frontier Days' in October. We have a 'dunk tank', that folks seam to enjoy. Especially if we get one of the local politicians in it." The barkeep nodded and thought for a moment. "You think your volunteers can cook hot dogs with out burning the place down?" Jason blinked at the bar owner and asked. "You want us to cook here in the bar?" Alan shook his head. "No, I have an idea to bring folks in, a bit of a 'business builder'. Something I hope will be fun and do it outside behind the bar. I was thinking of selling hot dogs and beer. But if your outfit would want to, you all could handle the food and I would just sell the beer. Everything you make you guys keep." It was Jason's turn to nod and said, "I'll have to ask the Captain about it. What would we have to supply?" "Well I imagine the department has some of those long folding tables... Some ketchup and mustard bottles... You can chop up some onions here in the kitchen to take out... I was figuring on buying a couple gas grills, I could still do that, write 'em off as a business expense', which they would be... Along with some long handled tongs and spatulas..." Alan tried to think what he could afford and write off and what he couldn't. "I guess just the tables, the hot dogs or brats, or anything else you want to offer. Hamburgers, potato salad, baked beans... Buns... Condiments... Oh and paper plates." Alan waited until after the 'Frontier Days' were over before trying his 'party'. He even took a turn in the 'dunk tank' telling folks who ever dunked him, to come by the bar for a free beer. While he was biding his time, he built a nice big chain link enclosure for Alexis, just off the back porch. Complete with an automatic water bowl, a sun roof, and a nice padded platform to relax on. That way he could let her be out some at night, now that the weather was cooling off a bit. And he wouldn't have to worry about some coyote getting to her. He also collect tires. Cutting the sidewall off on the 'down' side so water wouldn't collect and stand. And finally he painted the big tire red himself. Having potentiality drunk people up on ladders seamed like a bad idea. The first 'Paint Party' went pretty well. The fire dept. sold enough hot dogs that they felt it was worth their while to be there. The next one was even better and they sold out of their stock, so Alan sold them some hot dogs from the bar for cost.. The third they ran out of tires to paint. After a few months there was three red and white rings of tires around the big one in the middle. And the roof had the, 'Land here' sign. Alan hired a plane to fly over and take a photo from the air. Which he hung over the bar. Then it started getting harder to find free tires to paint. So the 'Paint Parties' became a "Welcome Space Aliens" party. As the weather got hotter, the parties were held later in the evenings and soon there were at night. The bar owner put up some area lights and built a deck with a small band stand and had local groups come and play. Tom Wilson was happy his friend was doing so well. And that the bar owner was giving back to the community by helping out the fire dept. He was glad to share his critters with him too. Inviting Alan out to his farm for more, 'Bar-B-Que'. The young man was always polite and never assumed he would be shagging something. But the ol' Texan could tell he really enjoyed his times with his black mare. Even when Tom had suggested one of the other willing critters, the bar owner would, after a bit of a rest, still have a go with Beauty. "Ahh, to be that young and that potent again", the Texan would sometime think. Not that the rancher was all that far behind, he too could still fuck several times a week. One fine fall Sunday, Tom and Alan were doing the usual, 'after eating walk', and feed. Getting to the goat pen the two men watched as a proud Boer Buck rear up, his front legs settling around a set of white furry hips, after a few quick pokes he drove his long skinny red cock deep into a doe goat's pink puffy twat. "Now if that don't make your dick hard." The Texan drawed. "Care for some sloppy seconds?" Watching the buck as he sniffed at the pussy he just fucked and lifted his head up in a flehmen. Alan nodded to Tom, "Sure, it's been years since I had a goat." The Texan lead the bar owner to the gate and the two slipped into the pasture. Of course the goats were instantly around them looking for treats. Wading through the herd they headed to the large metal roofed loafing shed. It was a good 25 X 50 with open sides. At one end, there was a little enclosed room with a gate keeping the goats out of this small area. Alan had no idea which of the thirty or so goats milling around the gate had just been bred but Tom knew her and had also noted her ear tag. First the rancher let Alan into the enclosure, and when the proper goat worked her way to the front, he opened the gate again and let her in with the bar owner. "That's Sally", Tom said from outside the gate. Alan had watched her come in and hop up on a low platform in one end of the room. "I see she knows what's going on", he noted. The Texan pointed to a little shelf like the ones in the pony stalls. "There's the lube, but I doubt if you'll need much... Yea, she's one of the keepers, she really likes to fuck." He then pointed to a coffee can fastened up high next to the gate. "There should be some treats in there for her when you two get done." Tom then turned and headed away from the shed. "You two have fun, I got another cow in heat. Those two are going to wear me out someday." Alan watched the rancher wade his way through the goats to the pasture gate and head towards the cow corral. Sitting on the edge of the platform the barkeep reached out and carefully petted the goat. Sally was all Boer, a dark red head and neck snowy white on the rest of her body. Two slim horns gracefully rose and curved back. Those alien goat eyes watching him as he ran his hands over her solid body. "You may not be as tall as my ol' dairy goats I had back in Indiana, but you sure are bigger in the body." Alan told her softly, trying to make sure she was comfortable with him. "Like them Basset Hounds of your owner, short and stocky." The barkeep figured she'd weigh a good two hundred pounds. Her body was very round compared to the thin lanky milk goats. "Hell you already look pregers." Alan went from scratching around the back of her horns and ears, down to her tail, which wagged quickly with enjoyment. Sliding his hands down her side and along her belly, he was soon fondling her compact udder. He noted how her two short teats were so very different from the massive 'handles' of the milk goats. Her hooves tap on the plywood as she swung her rump towards him. "I guess you're ready for more breeding." The human said to the goat as he got up and hung is clothes on the provided pegs. Kneeling down the bar owner positioned the white rump in front of his face. He took a moment to marvel at how pink she was under her tail. And that the two holes were really close to each other. "I wonder how the buck hits the right one?" he thought to himself. "But from the amount of buck cum leaking out of your cunt, I guess he has pretty good aim." Leaning in the human inhaled her doe scent. Then he lapped at her pinkness. He tasted the bitter of the buck jizz and the doe's slightly cinnamon flavor. Leaning closer still he ran his tongue around the slightly puffy bulge of her parted nether lips. Dipping his tongue inside her, he felt the doe push back into his face. "Oh yea.." Alan thought, "She's liking this." Pursing his lips, the human kissed the warm pink flesh of the goat. Sucking on the lower part of her small mound, Alan felt her stiff clitoris sliding under his upper lip. Instantly the doe pushed back even harder as warm sparks flew threw her loins. The human then sent his tongue to slide over her clit and into her soft vulva. Sally gave a soft bleat as she felt the human's tongue enter her. Again she pushed back into the source of the wonderful feeling. Alan was rock hard, for not being with a goat for so long, and finding one so eager and willing as Sally. Standing up, he grabbed the lube from the shelf and applied a light coating to his seven inch manhood. Returning his attention to the goat, he looked down again to marvel at the pinkness of this breed of goat. And to wonder at how small her vulva looked, but he knew that his doe had kidded and was more the elastic enough to allow his thick human penis to enter her without any discomfort on her part. Pressing his glans against her vulva, her supple nether lips opened to allow the human to slip the head of his cock inside her. The goat was impatient for the good feeling, so she pushed her loins back onto the humans penis forcing his cock to penetrate more deeply. That thick shaft on this human felt so wonderful as it slid over her turgid clit. She heard the human groan and then felt his hips jerk, slamming the rest of his cock fully into her. "Shit!" Alan breathed as he nearly cum when the wanton doe impaled herself onto his cock. The human struggled, trying to control himself. Between the goat's naturally higher body temperature and her lewd actions, he nearly lost it right then. Holding himself deep in her, he was able to calm enough so he could start to fuck his randy partner. The human felt the goat's short tail wag against his belly, as if saying, 'lets get this show on the road already!' Pulling back a few inches he then shoved his cock back into her roomy tunnel. Just like Alan's dairy breed, goats are snug around their vulva's, but because they have to be able to take that quick 'fuck/thrust' of the buck, they have a roomy vagina. But while the doe may not have the snugness of his bitch, she more then made up for it in shear heat. The human fucked the caprine slowly. He drew his dick out until just the head remained in her pink opening, then he eased himself back in, savoring the feel of her pliant pussy, as the soft silky folds of her goat flesh flowed around his cock. "God you are so warm." Alan breathed as his sank into her cunt once more. Buck semen washed over his human cock with each stroke in, making obscene wet sounds as he pulled back out of the goat's slick tunnel. Alan's cock got just a little harder when he thought about there being four or five loads of animal cum in her, lubricating his fucking. Sally's goat brain was mostly one of instinctive needs. Need food, need water, need to stand for the buck at certain times, but some 'needs' were learned, need those tasty treats, need to be scratched behind the ear, need to stand so this other 'buck' could make her feel so good. The goat, with her head lowered, eyes half lidded close, soft bleats coming from her muzzle, blissfully standing for her needed pleasure. Alan's brain by this time wasn't using much of it's 'higher' functions either. The human only knew he needed to fuck this animal. And fuck her he did. Steadily he picked up speed as he thrust into the willing doe. Gripping her haunches firmly in his hands, the man was soon breathing heavily as he vigorously drove his hard shaft into the goat. The small shed was filled with sound of bare human flesh slapping against the white feathery rump hairs of the Boer doe. The caprine was used to a two hundred and fifty pound buck slamming into her rump, spearing her with 12 inches of hard skinny goat cock. The fat human cock now pounding her sex, it's thickness massaging her clitoris, made wave after powerful wave of wonderful feeling wash through her animal body. The human continued to thrust into the doe with forceful strokes. Sally had loosened up some from all the fucking. Alan never could figure how a goat's tiny looking twat, could feel so loose around his dick. None the less, the human did start to feel the lust rising in his groin, his cock a blur as he fucked her fast and hard. The goat heard the human cry out as he drove into her one last time. His odd front hooves gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his throbbing cock. She felt his warm cum wash into her sex, unlike the buck's one shot, she could feel pulse after pulse of his seed being pumped into her, mixing with the seed of her own kind. Then he just stood behind her, holding her rump tightly against him. She could hear his loud breathing, and felt the final weak twitching of his softening cock still deep in her tunnel. She wagged her short tail, making the feathery hairs on it stroke across the belly of the human, just because she felt so good.
Tom walked across the cow pasture to the small shed. Stepping inside he found both cows waiting for him. "Now only one of you gals is in heat." The rancher told them as he shooed one cow out of the shed and closed the gate. The remaining cow lowed happily that her bull was here for her again. The ol' Texan loved his bitch Sadie, but these two bovine ladies had won a spot in the man's heart too. Getting a brush waking up to her side, Tom began to curry the cow's shinny black hide. Being a Texan, one would think the rancher only saw cattle as walking assets, to be bought and sold as needed to make money. But Tom had always had a bit more interest in them. Even before he visited Uncle Henry, the young Wilson was paying close attention to what was under the tail. Uncle Henry could just about been found in the dictionary, under 'Texan'. He was a big man with huge hands and a deep booming voice. Always ready with a joke or good advice. "Amazing how UNcommon, common sense is." He often said. One was wise to never bet against him with it came to proving a boost of some ability of his. Nor was his shy about listing them. He could out drink, out shoot, and out ride just about anyone in the county. All the Wilson boys came to him to learn how to ride a horse and shoot a gun. Tom went to him to learn how to fuck a cow. Not that Tom knew that's why he came here that day his dad had brought him to Henry's ranch... He really wasn't sure what to expect, other then the older Wilson was 'afflicted' with the curse. After they talked in the house some, the two men came outside and over to the very same shed, Tom was standing in now. The older Texan got a brush and was stroking it over the hide of his small cow that he kept in this pasture. They talked some more about other things. But as Uncle Henry worked his way from the cow's head to her rump, he worked the conversation back around to Tom and his big dick. Rubbing the brush over the cow's tail set, her tail rose and swung to one side. The cow was clearly in heat. Clear mucous was oozing out of her twat and make long stringy trails that were plastered over her backsides. Rubbing his hand over the slimy black cunt, Uncle Henry ask Tom if he though he could "fuck this"? Young Tom turned red and shuffled his feet in the dirt. In the back of his mind a voice shouted, "Hell Yes!". But there was a big chance that the older Wilson was playing some sort of a joke on his nephew. "Well...." he stuttered. "Tell you what.." The older Texan said as he put down the brush and started to unbutton his shirt. "You just stand there and watch, and then give me your answer later.. Ok?" Tom could only nod as his Uncle shed his clothes. 'Big' wasn't the word for it... It hung more then half way to the older Texan's knees. Uncle Henry's cock was huge! As big around as a 'Red Bull' can, and longer then a rolled up 'Field & Stream' magazine. Grabbing his 'monster' at it's base, the proud Texan swung his circumcised manhood back and forth. It must have been able to smell the cow in heat, because it was coming to life. With jerky twitches, it started to rise up. Grabbing it in the middle the older Wilson helped things along by jack it slightly. Soon it was able to stand straight out from the big man's loins on it's own. Turning towards the cow, Uncle Henry again reach out to grab his 'monster' near the head. Stepping foreword, he rubbed the massive glans up and down in the cow's slimy slit. The pink of her inner nether lips could easily be seen, held open by the man's big dick. When it hit the bottom of her vulva, it stroked over her clitoris, making the cow hunch her rump up. The black 'mini' cow lowed as if complaining about the delay. "Hear that?" The older Wilson asked. "She telling us she wants it." Sliding his massive meat up the angled vulva, the human started sinking his long cock into the animal. "Ol' Bessie here is really wet.. Don't need any lube when she's like this." Uncle started a running dialog of the event. Slowly he sank deeper into the bovine's slippery tunnel. "Oh man she's slick... I could just slam it into her like some bull... But where's the fun in that?... Besides I think she likes it nice and slow." Tom watched as the huge pony sized penis inched it's way into the black animal. At about half way, the man took a small step closer to the cow. "She's never had a calf, so even at eight years old, she's still got a nice snug cunt on her." As the last four inches entered the cow, the animal started to hump up her back as if a bull was breeding her. "See that? If you are as big as you say you are, you'll get cows to do that too." When the older Texan finally hilted in the cow. His hairy groin pressed firmly against the swollen vulva. The two just stood for a few moments... Then the cow started rocking back and forth... "Ok girl... Keep you teats on." Henry started to fuck his enormous cock in and out of her sloppy cunt... "Happy now?" He asked the cow. Tom could easily tell that this wasn't the first time his Uncle had fucked this animal. And the lust in the older man's voice told volumes about what he was seeing. It shook Tom to his core. Everything seamed... Right. He felt that he knew all along, this was right for him. He was someone that could love animals this way, giving and receiving sexual satisfaction. Henry's voice brought the young man's attention back to the fucking pair. "Most folks think a cow's cunt is all floppy... That might be true on a old milk cow that's had a dozen calves, but Bessie here still has some mighty nice muscles inside." The older Texan was silent for a little while as he thrust his cock in and out of his cow. "What most folks don't know... Is that when a bull does that big ol' thrust in, the cow relaxes... But as he's pulling out, she clamps down with a ring of muscles to 'milk' the cum out of the bull's dick." Tom's Uncle began to breath harder. "Of course you have to be long enough to be able to feel her do it." His voice sounded, 'tighter'. "Ahhh... you wicked beast." The older man started picking up speed.. Jerking his hips back he was able to pull a good nine inches out of the cow, before shoving back in. The repeated soft slapping sounds, marked each return to balls deep. Tom couldn't help but notice the muscles in his Uncle's back, buttocks, and legs as they flexed to power the frenzied fucking going on in front of him. A deep groan that the young man first thought came from the cow, but instead was from the human driving his huge cock inside the bovine. Henry's strokes were becoming shorter and more powerful. His hands gripped the beast's pin bones, that stuck out of her hips like natural handles, helping to pull the human even deeper into his bovine lover. Finally Uncle Henry slammed into the cow like a bull would, and even gave out a deep bellow that sounded more bovine than human. The younger Texan watch as muscles seam to twitch randomly over his Uncle's body. Then like a tree falling in slow motion, Henry bent at the waist and slowly laid on the cow's broad back. Uncle Henry looked over at his nephew standing a few feet away. As expected he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Flashing his trademark grin at the lad, he gave him a 'Thumbs up' sign and said. "And THAT'S how you fuck a cow."
As Tom laid on the back of his cow, the last of his cum draining into her slick cunt, he look at the spot were he stood that day. And wondered if someday, one of his own nephews would be standing there.