Good Sheppard
So I slogged through this in two days, I did my best to try and make these two different from my usual characters, I figured an innocent sheep and an experienced but a bit of a male slut of a welsh sheep dog was a good change of pace. Hopefully you think so as well, please read and review!
It was a lazy summer day as the wind blew over the green fields; the sheep of the farm were grazing and relaxing in the sun as they usually did. They wandered and relaxed in peace as they were guarded by three strong sheep dog brothers who all the sheep, hell all the farm looked up to. All and all the job of the sheep on the farm was rather easy, grow their wool and then have it shaved, the only issue with being living fabric factories was that they couldn't wear clothes themselves, lest it mat down their wool. As per usual four of the sheep, all friends gathered together to discuss and gossip on the daily goings on.
Three of them were older, all mated or having steady males in their lives save for the youngest, Margret. She had always been shy around males and had only kissed two in her life out side her family. She was even insecure about own body, taking this job because she wasn't really qualified for much of anything else and her folks needed the money. She was getting used to hanging out naked around other sheep and especially around the three handsome sheep dogs that looked after them day and night. Yet she still felt out of place when her friends would talk about their sexual adventures
"You're kidding, that many times!? You should think about doing something special for him that's no small feat!" Jessie, the eldest of the group who was married and had two young ones, exclaimed as Hannah described her anniversary night with her boyfriend of two years.
"Hell you should give him a medal, that's a heroic feat!" Samantha giggled, the third member of the group, as the rest of the group minus Margret broke down in laughter.
"Don't worry dears, I gave him a little special tongue lashing he'll never forget," explicit conversations of this type occurred daily and when her friends started talking sex she just sat tight and tried to ignore them. But as her friends laughed, Hannah noticed Margret's awkward and unsettled body language and she remembered about the youngster's insecurity about sex.
She put a hoof on her shoulder and smiled at the squeamish ewe, "Sorry babe, I forgot you don't like us to talk about this stuff." The rest of the friends stopped laughing as well and looked at Margret, now the insecure ewe felt more insecure as the conversation turned to her.
"Why is that, you're a cute little thing don't tell me you don't have a big strong male in your life," said the head strong Jessie.
"No...no, It's not through lack of trying though..." she meekly said as she twiddled her digits in anxiety.
"Have you even seen a male naked?" Samantha was shocked at the inexperience of her young friend.
Margaret shrugged in response, not liking the attention she and her sex life was getting from her friends. As much as she enjoyed their kind company they were a bit nosey at times and she didn't like the stuff they usually talked her into doing. But there was that one time when she was talked in to flirting with that cute Raccoon boy at the local dive and managed to get his number. She was far to scared to actually call him but she did have fun doing it.
"Girl you need to get some action, you have no idea what you are missing, especially if you're in a relationship. Its, well, it's an incredible experience, you have to try it for yourself though we can't really describe it for you." Hannah said as she hugged her own exposed breasts and closed her eyes in a remembering her own countless sexual experiences.
"What happened to that cute Coon boy you talked to last week, you ever go out with him? He could be a great first time for you; he was digging you in 'the barn.' How has that been going?" The curious Jessie asked.
"Well I haven't called him yet, I just...its just...he's cute and all and we have a lot in common and all but I've never tried going after males like you girls. I was a nerd in school and the only boyfriends I ever had were more nervous about sex then I was." Margaret explained as she instinctively covered her exposed breasts poking though her soft wool.
"Ah, so you're one of those females that want their first time to be special huh? Well I think that Coon boy is perfect for you!" Samantha cheerfully exclaimed as the other two fem's chuckled in agreement.
"No...no, it's not that. I don't care how my first time is; well at least I don't think I do. I just would kind of, you know...get some...you know, before I actually... well you know." She awkwardly shrugged, feeling her embarrassment turn to a blush. The other fem's giggled at her reluctance to even use the word sex let alone go through it.
Hannah smiled as she hugged the insecure young ewe tenderly, "Don't worry Maggie, I have the perfect practice partner for you, he was my first actually." She smiled as the other two rolled their eyes, knowing exactly who she was talking about.
Maggie looked up at Hannah with a questioning expression, "Who would that be?" She knew that the way she put it, he was someone the young ewe would know. She felt Hannah hug tighter as her eyes closed up and a girly smile crossed her lips.
"Oh, just the nicest, handsomest and most awesome puppy ever!" The cuteness in her voice made her other two experienced friends sick to their stomach as Maggie still looked confused as to who this mystery male was.
"Hannah means, John Guard. He has a thing for our kind and Hannah isn't the only ewe to share an intimate moment with him." Jessie explained as she rolled her eyes again thinking about the promiscuous sheep dog.
"Well if you two don't think he's good then I won't..."
"No!" All three said at the same time, determined to pop her cherry one way or another.
"But only Hannah seems to like him, you and Jess seem to despise him or something and I'm not about to loose my virginity to some asshole."
"Hun Sam and I don't like him because he flirts with every one regardless of marital status, and while the first few times were nice it gets old fast." As Jessie explained Hannah had an enrapt smile on her face as she swayed back and forth in bliss remembering her experiences with the Sheepdog but causing Maggie to start feeling uncomfortable in the other ewes embrace.
"Hannah!" Exclaimed Samantha as she whacked the absent minded Hannah bringing her back to reality.
"Hmm, oh right, Maggie and John."
"Sometimes I wonder why you're dating Harold; you always wander off into la-la land that when we talk about John."
"Oh Johnny..."
"See!"
"Sorry, what were we talking about again? Oh right, you know who he is right?"
Honestly, she couldn't tell the difference between any of the brothers, they just looked like your average welsh sheepdogs to her. Maggie just shook her head in ignorance. Hannah smiled and simply pointed up to the top of the closest hill, a small grove of trees growing at the top giving the guards a perfect place to rest from the heat of the day and a great place to duck off for some fun if their duty called for it.
"That's him; he's on break this time of day usually." Maggie looked up the hill and saw the shirtless figure of one of John, his body toned through much effort and his fur groomed to a shine. Immediately she audibly gulped in fear, "don't worry about him, he's an absolute gentleman and willing to do anything for us. So all you got to do is be up front about it and you'll be good."
Maggie suddenly grappled tightly around Hannah, shivering, "What you mean up front, what do I say, 'hi, I want to fuck you'?" She winced as she said the 'f' word out loud as if it was a forbidden curse.
Her friends were silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing uncontrollably, the sight of Maggie clinging to Hannah for protection and the tone and frankness of her statement just too funny coming from her shy mouth. "Oh babe, you are too much!" Jessie exclaimed slapping her knee.
Hannah took in a deep breath and forced herself to stop laughing for a moment trying to explain how easy it was going to be. "Hun all you have to do is approach him say, 'hey John, I'm Maggie. I'm a little uncomfortable around males and would like some practice and my friends said you would be a good first.' It's that easy, trust me if you just say that he'll take care of you and be a complete darling the entire time."
Maggie sighed as she released her death grip around Hannah and took a deep breath as she once again looked up at the canine at the crest of the hill sitting under the shade of the trees. "He won't laugh at me?" She asked seriously concerned of that possibility. Hannah smiled and shook her head as she patted the young ewe's head comfortingly.
Maggie took in another deep breath as she looked up at the resting canine one last time before muttering, "I'm gonna do it," and starting off up the hill. Her friends cheered her on as she left giving her shouts of encouragement. She marched up the hill as if she was going to plant a flag at its peak and claim it as her own. But that purposeful walking came to a close though as she stopped right in front of her target, John Guard and froze solid like a statue, to afraid to continue.
Initially he didn't notice her as he was reading a book and humming a simple tune to pass the time. But after a few seconds of Maggie's heavy breathing the canine lowered his book and looked up at the petrified ewe. At first he smiled at her waiting for her to announce what her business was with him, but as a minute passed of nothing his expression changed from that of cheerful greeting to concerned friend. "Are you ok? It's Maggie right? What's wrong?" his smooth voice filled with genuine concern for the motionless ewe caused Maggie to loosen up a bit her head turning away from looking at him as she could feel a blush that probably made her entire face as red as a tomato.
He was defiantly a good looking male, well sculpted with his long black hair tied back into a rebellious ponytail. His fur was a patchwork of yellow, white and black with splotches all over his body but his forehead seemed to be perfect as a small black splotch ended in a band across it bordering his hairline and accentuating his dark hair. As he stood up and walked towards her she could see out of the corner of her eye he was also rather tall, not a giant but defiantly taller then her and probably tall for even his species. He placed a paw on her shoulder and his other carefully lifted her chin so she was looking into his deep saucer like piercing blue eyes. "Maggie, what can I help you with dear?"
She cleared her throat as she worked up the nerve to speak, then she nervously started, "I'm...I'm...not so...not very good around males, and well...well my friends..." she gestured to the group of ewe's down the hill who watched the action at the top with rapt attention, "they, well you know..."
At first John looked confused at her statement but as he looked over at the group of friend and saw Hannah, a ewe he knew quite well waving like a lamb at him it only took a few seconds of processing to understand what she was there for. "Oh I see, have you done this sort of thing before?" He asked kindly removing the paw from her chin as she continued to stare into his mesmerizingly blue eyes.
"There is this Raccoon male I know, he's really nice and we have a lot in common, but we aren't even dating, let alone...well you know. I just met him after all, but I would like to get that far with him, it's just I know I'd be terrible since...since...well you know I haven't..." she ended her sentence with a quick nod of her head to indicate what she meant.
John smiled and nodded in understanding, "So you want to get some experience before you get to know this great guy of yours?" She nodded slowly in response as he nodded in understanding, "You happen to know his name? I know most of the males in the area and it'd help me figure out the kind of things he likes." She couldn't believe it, he didn't even think twice about what she was asking him to do, and it wasn't in any kind of lecherous or perverted way.
"Jason, Jason Wright...you are...you are serious. You are going to teach me how to...well you know...and find out Jason's...interests...at the same time? Why?" She was confused as to what he got out of this arrangement, because so far it seemed as if he was everything Hannah had described him as, befuddling as to how Sam and Jess could hate such a sweet male.
He chuckled at her inquiry, "Maggie, it's my job to protect you and keep you happy! We are supposed to help you in any way we can even relationships, a depressed ewe doesn't make as much wool and we are here to make sure you all are functioning at peak efficiency." He smiled and placed both paws into his pockets as he looked over the naked sheep female in front of him, "So we'll go at what ever pace you want, if you want to start now I can ease you into things or we can start later after I do some snooping for ya..."
She shook her head as she brought her hoof's to her face covering it up in as an instinctive to his probing eyes, "I want to get started now please, after all there's no time like the present." She said half heartily laughing awkwardly at her own joke. He smiled and shook his head as he grasped her arms with his paws, pulling them down from her face and looked into her eyes. She let him lower her arms as she became enthralled in his eyes once more. He slowly began to move his body closer to hers and to her delight and surprise he closed his eyes and carefully placed a soft kiss on her muzzle.
She stood still as he pulled her close to him continuing the kiss. She let down her own defenses in that moment giving into her bodies feelings as she boldly wrapped her hooves around his back. The kiss, loving and passionate as it was, didn't last long as he broke the kiss and looked down at the ewe with a caring half smile. She smiled back up at him as he broke the kiss feeling his arms wrap around her back and legs, not even noticing as he lifted her off her foot hooves and into his arms.
He took her into the grove of trees, to a blanket laid out with a pillow at one end and carefully laid her down with her head on the pillow. She had taken many a cat nap in the field so she wasn't uncomfortable at the firmness of the ground. He then kneeled at her foot hooves and began to spread her legs wide for him to gain access to her innocent essence. She took a deep breath as she let his expert paws open up her passage as her shaved crotch came into clear view, the only areas they were allowed to trim being their mammaries and their crotches as to ensure natural functions such as breast feeding and biological needs like waste removal.
The canine saddled up close to her clean ebony opening and placed both paws at either end pressing her flesh in opposite directions to ensure easy access for his expert canine tongue as it flashed out and carefully probed her outer lips. The sensation of his warm and wet tongue probing her sensitive nether regions sent a shiver up her spine as she softly bleated in pleasure. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, the mystery and strangeness of the situation causing her to salivate in anticipation, she could feel herself being turned on by the mere fact that she was about to be taken by a nearly complete stranger. She moaned at the thought as his tongue continued its initial probing around the outside of her treasured honey pot.
She shivered with delight as the talented tongue dove deeper into her tight femhood; the foreign object quickly found all her sensitive spots and exploited them. The normally self-conscious ewe lost herself in the sensations that began to shoot into her brain, she squirmed a bit as he worked her over, not out of discomfort but out of not being able to do anything to suppress her rising heat.
Soon however she felt something very unexpected enter the fray that left her wide eyed, a single digit slipped into her tight folds and squirmed its way deeper, looking for sensitive areas he couldn't find with his tongue. This was the first time she had ever been penetrated, by anything firm at least, the solid object of his finger caused her to shut her eyes bleating once more to let the canine know he was doing a good job.
His careful manipulations of her sensitive flesh was already starting to bear fruit as John felt her passage already slicken, tasting the tangy fem juices in the ewe inexperienced passage. He had grown accustomed to the taste, like any fine cheese or wine it was an acquired one to be sure, but he had beaten around enough bushes to make him a pussy coinsure and he was showing his credentials to the shifting ewe in the clutches of joyful bliss.
She bleated and let out a deep breath suddenly as her eyes shot open in one more shock, her body tensed as a flame coursed through her veins her entire body feeling warm at once as a chill ran up her spine. She rode the wave of the intense feelings down from her peak she sighed and slumped over in exhaustion from the overload of emotions. As Maggie's breath became less shallow a thought crossed her mind, as much as she could think at that moment that is while her canine friend continued to work her over, 'that must have been an orgasm, my first orgasm...' The thought wasn't there long though as the canines seemingly ever growing skill caused her to think of more pressing matters, like her rising arousal.
She could feel the effects of being treated to a tongue bath from John, her senses seemed either numbed or over stimulated and her groin muscles were shifting to accommodate the recent invaders. Mostly she noticed a distinct odor, she couldn't tell weather it was from her or from him or possibly a mixture of them both but the heated thick musk that smelled like a mixture of exotic spices that seemed to contribute to her clouded mental state of being. All of these contributed and acted on each other to increase the potency of each, like a perpetual engine of arousal. She was surprised at her own analytical skills with her rationality slipping away from her with each shift in John's finger or flick of his tongue.
As she analyzed the situation she felt another orgasm tear through her already overestimated nervous system. Her muscles had shut down by this point as being inexperienced in such matters even with her own self manipulation she couldn't really tell when she was ready to go and when she was just building, and the fact of the matter was that her first true orgasm was only five minutes before her next one so she wasn't really experienced in the matters of how it felt other then the obvious expression of 'amazing.'
After her second climb up the pleasure mountain, she felt something lacking suddenly, she then noted a feeling of emptiness in her already acclimated sex. When she looked up she say John wipe his muzzle with an arm as he began to undo his pants, pulling them down suddenly to give the virgin ewe her first up close and personal view of any cock, but especially a canine cock. She noted its red and irritated appearance and the size immediately trying to catch her breath, she knew that if she was uncomfortable with a single finger she would be torn into by that monstrosity. A twinge of fear crossed her look as she carefully backed up bleating in fear.
Seeing her begin to back away he smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry Maggie, we aren't up to that part yet and don't have to go through with it if you really don't want to. I just want to teach you something that's indispensible when it comes to pleasing a male, the lost art of fellatio."
"Fellatio?" She asked weakly asked, confused at what he was alluding to.
He smiled as he tossed his pants aside and lay down beside the now curious ewe. "It's the fancy term for oral sex; you know blow jobs, head. It's when a female sucks off a male for pleasure." He placed a paw on her shoulder as she still looked confused and a bit apprehensive. So to get the ball rolling he gestured for her to get at his knees, "I'll walk you through it, its not very complicated but because not every female is good at it, if you become an expert at it males will be pudy in you're hooves."
John had learned early in his sexual carrier that no matter how many orgasms a female would go through before he penetrated it was never enough lubrication for virgins, not to say he didn't try to make the experience as painless as possible but there just wasn't enough lube, natural or artificial that could make the process of sticking a large foreign object into an area that usually had nothing in it for some times decades. But it was always a good practice when he was playing sex teacher to have them take a shot at fellatio and it also added that extra layer of lube from the saliva.
As Maggie looked at the canine's engorged angry cock her curiosity overcame her apprehension as she reached out and ran a hoof digit down his underside. This caused him to gasp a bit, not expecting the sudden initiative on the ewe's part and subsequently caused Maggie to jump back suddenly not wanting to do anything wrong. John lightly chucked as he ran his paws through the soft wool that grew out of her head. "No that's ok, just jumping the gun a bit, try to stick to my instructions this first time. Now first lightly grasp it with you're hooves, its sensitive so don't grip too hard at first." She followed his instructions lightly grasping his cock, feeling it pulse in her grip.
"Hmmm, yeah that's it, now the first part is to make sure that it's hard enough. Right now that's not an issue, but this is practice, so just carefully stroke it, like you were polishing something important." She did as she was instructed, hearing low and pleasurable grunts escape the Sheppard as she went. Maggie couldn't help but to let a smile cross over her muzzle, he was in pleasure caused by her, and only her.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, vary you're...you're...whoa that's good, vary you're strokes. Make it random..." he said through clenched teeth, as expansive as his experience was, it had been several months since his last real sexual excursion and that was with the dairy cow who was his boss who wanted a taste of what her ewes where gawking about. He never got the chance enjoy that marathon, just to prove his worth to the jolly old maid, though he got a pay raise out of it so it wasn't all that bad.
"That's it...umph...just like that...mmm you're a natural at this Maggie." The ewe was quite pleased at her self, her first hand job was a complete success, maybe she was more of a female then she gave her self credit for. "That's good, that's good, go ahead and stop. Now that's a great start, but this next part is what will drive males wild over you. It's hard to get used to so I don't expect you to be a natural the first time out. It's also kind of, well disgusting. Take hold of it and give the underside a long and thick lick from the base to the tip."
As she dragged her fine ewe tongue over the angry malehood, she could feel him shiver with delight. The cock on the other hand wasn't very tasty, tough like hide but squishy like a water bladder. As she reached the tip she managed to lick a bit of his salty pre and while his shaft wasn't tasty his seed was downright rancid. She quickly pulled her head away sticking out her tongue and almost violently started whipping at it with her hooves trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
John sighed, the lick felt amazing but he knew this reaction was inevitable, "Like anything we do you don't have to do it. But trust me you'll get used to it, some even learn to like it. Oh and before you go off telling me about how its easy for me to say don't think all females taste like candy either, took me years to learn to love the taste of a female."
She looked up at him with a clouded yet firm expression, she wanted to go through with this, she didn't know why but she felt obligated to get over this. Maybe it was peer pressure maybe it was the fact that she was twenty and god damn it she was going to catch up with her peers, be good at something not even they were. She had never excelled in classes and never had much of a talent for anything but reading and typing so she was never with the nerd groups, the popular groups or any other group in school for that matter. Now she was going to get good at something she wasn't allowed to even experience growing up. Call it stupid, call it immature but it was something she quickly began to enjoy the thought of, Maggie the sex expert.
She shook her head at her canine lover, "No I want to go all the way, no matter what it tastes like or how much it hurts. I came to you to learn how to get males, and damn it that's what I'm going to do!" Her confidence and lack of her usual broken speech patterns surprised even her. She stopped after saying those sentences and just examined herself for a moment, that wasn't like her at all.
John smiled, for the first time ever looking the least bit lecherous in her eyes as he nodded his head. "Ok then Ms. Determined, just envelope my thing as much as you can, purse you're lips but try not to suck on it, it's not a lollipop it's a penis. Treat it like you would an ice cream bar or a fruit pop, lick and lips. Use them both very lightly but often, when you get better at it you can try things with you're tongue but every male is different some areas that are perfect spots for one may not be for another."
As she positioned her muzzle over the tip of his flaming red cock she closed her eyes and tried to imagine it as a salty banana. Then with out another hesitation she slowly lowered her muzzle over his dog member. She fought back her gag reflex as it slowly slipped into her waiting muzzle. She fit as much as she could into her muzzle, not all but enough. She quickly figured out the process and slowly started her bobbing slipping around his cock and doing her best to please the canine, experimentally working her tongue over his underside and tolerating the taste of the pre that slipped down her throat.
While she was clumsy and awkward with the whole process what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. John groaned as it took all his self control not to blow into the ewe's gentle and pleasing mouth. "God Mag...Oh dear...you...fucking good!" While that wasn't a testament to her true skill it was a testament to her zeal. He was barely hanging on as it was and if she was any less experienced he would just let go and ride his orgasm while giving her a face full of seed. But seeing as this was her first time, he quickly pulled her off, though it took a lot of force to get her away from his crotch. He basically had to pull her off with both paws, pulling as hard as he could.
"Damn babe, if you attack that way every time no man will survive sex with you, and that's a detriment to you're love life." She looked saddened by his words, disappointed in her own efforts. He placed a paw under her chin and looked into her eyes once more with a comforting smile. "I don't mean you were terrible, you were good better then most their first time out, but you just got to learn finesse will always trump zeal. Take it easy works him up to a boiling point and bring him down a bit. You'll have to get used to the taste of a male however, but for now I want to show you you're first real sex position, slide up on my chest with you're rump facing my face."
She slid up as he asked, the feel of his fur against her soft wool causing her to cue a bit from the heat exchange. She nearly yelped though after something much unexpected hit her still stimulated sex. He began to go to town on her passage once more, this time wasting no time increasing the load of digits into her passage from one to two along with his usual exploring tongue that was now working her exposed clit. The pleasure now erupted through her small frame, initially just riding the wave of pleasure. After a few seconds though she quickly discovered the reason for this strange position, she was expected to return the favor he was granting her with his trained paws and tongue. So she reciprocated his gentle pleasuring by licking around his engorged malehood, paying close attention to the area just under a large bulge that was forming at the base. While she was uncomfortable about sex discussions she still listened to them, and what little she did learn was that canines formed a knot when they were ready to pop and at the base of those knots was the most sensitive area in a canine anatomy at that point.
John stopped for a moment feeling ecstasy wash over him as she worked his base, once more her awkward and unskilled talent was causing him to hold on for dear life, knowing he shouldn't let go too prematurely. The pleasure was so much that once more he had to pull the ewe from his cock, dragging her away from it by pulling her legs back over his head. She realized by now the reason he was being so forceful when he pulled her off both times he was ready to burst, she smiled noting this feeling a twinge of pride at her unknown talent.
She quickly re adjusted herself, laying on top of the large canine, her rump resting on the top of his blood red dog cock waiting for his next instructions. "You're a quick learner there Maggie, but now its time for the main event, that is if you're still interested..." She nodded her head, her face terse and serious like a fem on a mission. He had to stifle a chuckle at her 'serious business' look but once he cleared his throat he gave her the rest of her instruction, "Ok then, to make this easier on you, just position that clit of yours over the top of my cock."
She lifted herself off his chest and carefully positioned herself, getting ready for the last phase of her first sexual experience. "Now, at your leisure lower you're self down on to it, carefully though it's going to hurt for a while. But you should adjust eventually." Closing her eyes shut and preparing for the hurt she began to lower herself on to his mast, but to her chagrin as it passed her outer folds it was stuck, she tried to roll her hips around and get it in there but it took the more experienced canine to take temporary control and slip it into her opening, causing her to bleat in shock, pleasure and pain. His thing was huge for her, as she thought it was, but none the less she slowly inched her way down it, feeling the tearing of her velvet walls ever small moment she moved further.
Eventually she reached some resistance from her own body and stayed there for a moment, thinking that this was the limit of her snatch but as she relaxed, trying to get adjusted to his size something unexpected and incredibly painful ripped through her body. The barrier which she thought was her limit gave way causing the smaller ewe to slip all the way down his shaft in a few seconds, stopping at the top of his knot. She screamed as he grunted, realizing that she had mistakenly taken her hymen for her limit and as she put pressure on it, the bodily protection popped and gravity did the rest.
She began to sob as she slumped over, still impaled on his large pole. John sighed propping himself up to a sitting position and wrapping his paws around the lithe and small form of his sheep lover. Tears came down her cheek as she felt as if a knife had been stuck up her virgin sex, the pain of the size difference as well as the blood that trickled down his shaft and matted in his canine fur. He licked up the salty tears as he tried to be as consoling as possible, while someone of her own species might had been better for this task she probably wasn't going to find anyone like him.
After a few moments of her pitiful sob's she stopped, her tears dried up and her breath slow with concentration. The pain had passed quickly and unexpectedly, she actually was surprised with the rapidity that she went from mind bending pain to accommodation. Now, however, she now had to try and get used to his girth, which was a feat in of itself. She focused on her lower muscles and tried to clench and release them, exercising them to be looser for her inevitable movement.
As she began to tentatively move around on him he figured it was time to change up the pace. He carefully maneuvered her to be lying on her back, she wordlessly went along with the shifting position looking up at her canine companion with a look of wonder, she started to feel the rush of excitement and anticipation as he slowly pulled out his member only to just as slowly push it back in.
She gasped and moaned, the feeling of his member pushing its way back into her adjusted sex sent sparks shooting through her veins. As he heard the moan he increased the pace of his love making, each thrust a tad harder and a tad faster until a steady and rough rhythm formed, the ewe's eyes rolling into the back of her head as he went, the feel of the larger male pounding away at her was the most mind bending and spiritual experience she had ever had. She felt as if she had died and was floating on a tuff of cloud, sex was something she was something she wished she had done sooner.
She lost count of how many plateaus she reached as he steadily worked her over, she was very vocal as to what she enjoyed though, between bleats and moans she also managed to force out the odd, "God yes, right there, right there you son of a bitch!" No though that statement wasn't really a curse word, she wasn't thinking enough to have used that correctly.
John noted her vocal state and confidence while having sex, and smiled thinking the marked change he had already seen in her in those few moments of passion and thinking, 'This ewe's gonna be a freak...' She seemed well on the way already as she reached for his head dragging him down into a sloppy and passionate kiss. He decided then that he was going to have to finish in this fem, she was already so acclimated to sex he figured she should feel what the best conclusion was. He just hoped she wasn't in heat or he'd be in deep shit.
With that thought he roughly and quickly popped his full knot into the ewe hearing her scream with ecstasy. He joined her in the scream with a small howl of his own as his sticky seed burst into her in long ropes of white goo. She panted and smiled as she felt the canine fill her up with his essence. It was the perfect exclamation point to what seemed like the best hour of the young ewe's life.
John tried to prop himself up over Maggie, his tongue hanging out his muzzle as he panted enjoying the afterglow of his first pleasurable sex in a good while. He watched as the ewe snuggled into the rough ground, her soft wool beaded with sweat, drool, cum and blood. They looked at each other for several minutes, just basking in the afterglow both not wanting to break the moment, until Johns arms gave out and he collapsed over the smaller Maggie.
"Sorry..."
"It's ok, you didn't hurt me...thank you by the way."
John chuckled as he ran a paw through her head wool, "On the contrary my dear, thank you. You hardly needed any practice to rock my world. Hell, a few more sessions like this and that Jason of your might have some competition for your heart."
She giggled at his comment ant stroked a hoof over his strong back, "Thank you John but I don't know if you're my type. No offense, you are a nice, handsome, study male. But I don't know if you like the things I like, I'm kind of a nerd and a bit eccentric."
He shook his head as he leaned back to look into her eyes, "I understand honey; I was just making a point. You are a natural at this, if I hadn't seen so much blood come out of you this time I might have thought you had done this many times before."
She smiled and placed a soft kiss on the side of the canine's muzzle. "You're sweet...I think." She then tried to shift her legs and get to the canines muzzle height only to meet stiff resistance, she tried two more times but it seemed as if she was stuck. When she looked up to see if John knew what was happening she saw the canine with a grimace of pain on his muzzle. "Oh I forgot the knot...How long?"
He nodded and carefully picked up Maggie and gently maneuvering their bodies back onto the blanket and pillow they had given up on long ago. As they lay, side by side still joined together John yawned and answered her question, "Couple hours at the most, just snuggle up, get comfy and take a nap if you can." With that the canine seemed to fade off to sleep comfortable with his masculine appendage still randomly squirting seed into his sheep companion.
She cued as she snuggled up to the stiff furred canine closing her eyes with a smile. As she tried to sleep a thought popped into her head that caused her to muse with a larger smile staring at her sleeping partner. 'I wonder what Raccoons feel like. I should call Jason and see what he's doing tomorrow...'