Sheep Ranching

She stood up and we threw our arms around each other, embracing naked in the morning light, our mouths devouring each other's. At last, we went back into the water to wash our love juices off each other, and climbed on the bank to let our skins dry. When we were dry, her eyes lit up, "Shit, you're hard again."

I nodded. "Interested? We can take our time this morning, sheep aren't goin' too far without us."

This time I laid her on the rock and she spread her legs. I mounted her, delving deeply into her tight wetness, feeling like I was a king. She moaned and rolled her hips underneath me; I think she liked it, too. Soon, a pressure in my groin told me to pull out. She was disappointed when I pulled out, but said, "Thanks, Bill. I was ready to let you go on. You wanna try a 69?"

"Sure." I spun around and she took my cock in her mouth, sucking and nibbling playfully as I shoved my tongue as far inside her as I could. Her screams of ecstasy are completely muffled by my pecker, which sent me over the edge and not caring, I force-fed my seed down her throat.

The sheep were upset by the time we were ready to let them graze. We were able to get back to business the rest of the day, and didn't cheat them out of much more morning grazing time the rest of the summer. The nights under the stars in the shadow of the mountains were magic. Days blended together, and when the dark clouds started to gather at the end of August, we were both sad to let the mountains go. By the time the first snows fell, Betty was ready to stay at my ranch indefinitely and didn't want to build her own little house next to mine. We were partners in every way.