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Mary had a Hot Ram
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Shemales, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
only in the missionary position and only in the cunt, to be sure, but she was relatively satisfied. But their fucking had fallen off drastically after awhile and soon Clem was only screwing her once a month or so. Bess had considered taking a lover. But she knew that adultery was a sin. So she started fucking a****ls instead. Just as Clem's cock was starting to get nice and hard, he gave a lurch and sat up in bed. Bess smiled at him. He stared down at his cock, which was in he �r hand. "Good God, woman!" he said. "Clem?" "It's morning! Only a whore would fondle a man's member in the cold gray light of dawn!" "But I'm feeling horny, Clem," she insisted. Clem hopped out of bed, scrawny as a scarecrow, his arms and legs flopping about like a disjointed puppet and his cock sticking straight out. He was staring down at that hard-on with a look of horror and revulsion on his face. He figured it was a sin to have a hard-on at dawn. What sort of pervert was he wed to? And it was Saturday, to boot -- the Sabbath but one day away! Clem ignored his hard-on and got dressed. Bess sighed. She got up and made breakfast. Her pussy was like a smoldering ember between her shapely thighs. Clem stared at her sadly as he chewed his flapjacks. She could tell that he was having thoughts of Sodom and Gomorrah. She wouldn't have minded a nice bit of sodomy, herself. But she knew it was useless to persist. She was thankful that she had worked out alternative arr ... �angements. Clem stomped off to the fields, his hogwasher overalls flapping around his skinny shanks. A little later sweet little Mary went out to wander around innocently, looking like an adorable golden doll in her dress and bonnet. Bess, dutiful wife that she was, cleaned up the breakfast table and did her morning chores. Then she went out to the barn. Ringo the bull was standing in his stall. He was a massive black brute, horned and horny. All the farmers for miles around fetched their cows over to be fucked by Ringo and never once had the bovine brute failed. He had never failed Bess either. When the woman walked into the shadowed barn, the bull raised his huge head, the ring in his nose glinting. His wide nostrils flared and, scenting her sexual heat, his prick rippled. The bull was not as intelligent or as imaginative as Rocky the ram and it had never dawned on him that fucking a human was a perversion. He merely thought of Bess as a cow and himself as a fucking machine. � Bess stood back and regarded the bull wistfully for a moment. She wondered sometimes if it was wrong to fuck an a****l. She knew it was not as wrong as adultery would be and so it was justified, the lesser of two evils. Nothing could be as wrong as a horny, unfucked cunt. She stepped into his stall. The bull's big head came around as he looked at her. He was slobbering but she didn't mind -- she wasn't going to kiss him. She pulled a stool up. It was more normally used as a milking stool, but it did just as ...