My Sheep Girl: Part 2.

She seems so familiar?

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The girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp

skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little more, I

didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around for her sweater

when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking it up, I recognized it

as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing around her waist. At some point

while we were having sex, the ribbon had come undone and the tail fell off.

“You've lost your thingy” I said.

“My thingy?”

“My lucky tail; Here, you keep it,” she whispered, “and think of me.” She

handed it back to me and gave me one more kiss. After the kiss, her lips stayed

near mine, as if she was hesitating. “But; If you want; I'd; really like to

spend the night with you”

‘Spend the night’ didn’t mean just more sex, it also implied waking up

together. It was as close to asking me who I was as was allowed. It meant I

wasn’t the only one who felt something special had happened here tonight.

“Little lamb, I wouldn’t want anything else” I whispered, “But; I can’t. Not

yet. There’s something I have to do first; I…” I didn’t know what to say, how

could I tell this girl that I loved her, but that I first had to dump my

girlfriend of three years, and not sound like a complete douchebag?

I tucked the wooly tail in my pocket and got up. We didn’t say another thing

while we dressed ourselves and reluctantly got ready to part. I hesitated to

let her go while her identity was still a complete mystery to me.

“I…” I started.

“Shush” she said, laying her finger on my lips. “It’s okay, I understand; But,

if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you in Old Jim's barn. And please,

for God’s sake, be quiet” she whispered. Then she stepped back and disappeared

into the darkness. She was gone, and I missed her already. Almost immediately

she reemerged and gave me one last sincerely affectionate kiss. Then she

disappeared for good, and I was alone.

After I had gathered my belongings, I sat down on the rock wall and replayed

her words, digesting them and making sure I remembered them correctly. Despite

its obvious intention, it was a strange request. Old Jim, or uncle Jim as we

called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was known to chase people off

his property with a loaded shotgun. He was my mother’s uncle and I knew him

well, so he probably wouldn’t shoot me, but the girl couldn’t know that. Why

then would she ask me to go to such a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I

have to prove my valor by risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection

angered her and was she now playing a cruel trick on me?

Then another idea came to mind. What if she had chosen Jim’s barn because she

knew nobody would look there but me? It was the option I liked best, but I knew

there was only one way to learn her true reasons, and that was to spend the

night together and ask her in the morning. It was another reason on my already

long list to go there, but before I could allow myself to take one step in the

direction of Old Jim’s barn, I had to find Amanda.

Suddenly, I was feeling terribly guilty. I had cheated on my long-time

girlfriend. Even if Amanda turned out not to be my true love after all, I still

betrayed her when I had sex with that gorgeous lamb. It was an act I

disapproved of wholeheartedly, despised even, and I could not understand what

had come over me to let myself go like that. What made my infidelity even worse

was that I didn’t regret it, and longed to do it again. Making love with the

little blonde, even as rushed and anonymous as it had been, was so much more

intimate and passionate than it had ever been with Mandy. It had been

everything I yearned for these last months, and much, much more.

I decided that first, I had to find Amanda and figure out my feelings for her.

Only if there really was nothing worth salvaging, and I had formally broken up

with her, would I allow myself to think about that other girl again. The only

problem was time. I had no idea who the little lamb was or where she lived, I

only knew that she would be waiting for me at uncle Jim’s barn. It meant I had

to hurry if I wanted to see her again. Who knows how long an angel would wait

for someone like me? Half an hour? An hour? Two?

One thing was clear; if I wasted too much time looking for Amanda, the identity

of the blonde goddess would remain a mystery forever. With renewed

determination to find my girlfriend, I fastened my duffel coat and hurried off

into the darkness. Having already checked all the familiar places, I decided to

revisit the ones I checked first, in case I had missed her before. My first

stop should be somewhere nearby; a small forest known as Jack’s grove. Hidden

in the heart of that dense group of trees was a little pond and next to it a

patch of mossy grass. It was one of our dearest spots on the island. It was

there, on that secluded pasture, that Mandy and I had made love for the first

time. It was also where I had found Mandy on our first night of sheep-shaggin’,

three years ago.

When I first visited that place, there was a dressed-up girl hiding by the

pool. A lamb I initially thought to be Mandy, had it not been for the stale

taste of cigarettes on her lips and a coldness in her kiss. While I was still

undecided, she quickly broke off the kiss and a resolute bleating sealed her

rejection. That was three hours ago, but it felt like years had passed since.

It took me a while to figure out where I was exactly, but then I was off.

Running most of the way, I made it to Jack’s grove in under ten minutes. As I

neared my destination, I heard the sound of male voices hollering in the dark.

I decided to check out the source of the commotion and headed in the direction

of the voices. Maybe I’d find one of my mates, or someone who might know

Amanda’s whereabouts. A couple of yards ahead, I discovered the clamor of

voices originated from inside Jack’s grove.

As I made my way through the trees, the hollering fell silent for a brief

moment. No longer drowned out by the loud male voices, I could now hear a

series of hoarse moans. It was a girl who was doing the moaning, and she

sounded suspiciously much like Mandy. I could not yet see what was going on

inside the clearing, but the noises that echoed in the forest left little to

the imagination. The loud, lustful moaning was cut off by muffled gagging and

slurping noises, and accompanied by the rapid, repetitive sound of flesh

slapping against flesh.

At last, I reached the opening in the forest, and the source of the racket. As

I looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was

illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Carrying a lantern or

flashlight was expressly forbidden by the unwritten rules of sheep-shaggin’,

but I did not care about that, because it allowed me to see what was going on.

There were at least thirty guys standing in a semicircle, drinking beer and

scratching their balls as they gazed at the lewd display that was taking place

next to the pond. Peering through the group of men, I saw a glimpse of not one,

but two naked girls, one of them being Amanda. She was on all fours and had her

head buried between another girl’s long, shapely legs, while some fat guy was

fucking her hard from behind.

I quietly crawled through the brush to the other side of the pond and hid there

in the darkness. From this position I had an unobstructed view of the action

across the water. There was no mistake, the girl was Mandy. The legs wrapped

around her head belonged to her new friend Diane, also known as the biggest

whore on the island. I did not know the guy that was fucking my girlfriend, nor

did I know either of the two Neanderthals who were having their cocks sucked by

Diane. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls didn’t know them either.

I had already suspected that Mandy’s friendship with Diane was partly

responsible for the growing divide between my girlfriend and me. She knew I

didn’t like her associating with people like Diane, and she assured me she had

nothing to do with her, barely even knew her. Like all her lies, I had believed

it at the time. It was only later, when Dave swore me that he himself had seen

them going out together, getting drunk and having fun with guys in bars that I

started to doubt her words.

Now there was no doubt anymore. She claimed she hardly knew Diane, yet here I

was, less than twenty feet from my whoring soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, watching

her lick Diane’s hairless pussy like it was made of ice cream. I had no idea

Mandy even had any lesbian or bisexual appetites, but it was obvious Amanda was

well versed in the art of eating pussy. She was slurping lustfully on Diane’s

clit and fingered her sloppy hole at the same time. Her friend was grabbing

handfuls of hair and moaned loudly whenever her mouth wasn’t filled with one or

more cocks.

All this time, the nameless fat guy was pounding away at Mandy’s pussy. His

bloated, hairy belly slammed against her ass with smacking sounds that reverberated

in the forest. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man bellowed

that he was going to cum. He slammed into Mandy’s ass one last time and then

clenched his butt as he flooded her canal with his sperm. Amanda didn’t even

look up as the guy came inside her, she just kept lapping and sucking Diane’s

pussy.

When he was completely spent, the guy withdrew his wilting cock, pulled up his

pants and staggered away. A flood of his slimy semen gushed from Mandy’s

inflamed pussy and oozed down her legs. Judging from the amount of cum already

dripping down her thighs, this man wasn’t the first to unload inside her

tonight. Nor would he be the last.

Right then, one of the guys who Diane was blowing grunted a few words and

yanked his cock from her lips. He pumped his fist up and down his shaft a

couple of times and then poured a dozen squirts of cum into her wide-open

mouth. Then he too tucked his cock back in his pants and stumbled back to his

mates in the pasture. Meanwhile, the other guy was also jacking off and within

a couple of seconds he too ejaculated into Diane’s gaping mouth. After he had

added his load to that of the first guy, Diane closed her mouth and got up.

With her mouth full of cum, Diane pulled Mandy up on her knees. She grabbed

Mandy’s head and, while the crowd was going insane, let the slimy cum drip from

her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and let her friend feed her the double dose

of cum straight from her mouth. The girls kissed and swapped back and forth the

large mouthful of sperm until Mandy swallowed it all. She then proudly

presented her empty mouth to the audience, and promptly called out to the crowd

for more men to fuck her.

A new guy walked up to the girls and dropped his pants. I knew the guy, a total

asshole. The girls couldn’t care less about his personality, they only had eyes

for the big, throbbing, pre-cum drooling erection he offered them. They both

jumped at it, but it was Mandy who won. She gobbled up his cock and really went

to town on it. Diane, formerly the biggest slut on the island, was forced to

play second fiddle to her friend and pupil. All she could do was lick the guy’s

balls and asshole, and hope Mandy wouldn’t have sucked him dry before she had

her chance to blow his cock. To add injury to insult, while my cheating slut

ex-girlfriend was slobbering on the asshole’s cock, a second guy grabbed her

ass and rammed his cock in her sodden pussy.

With Mandy being fucked from both ends and having no cock inside her herself,

Diane was feeling left out and she also called for more guys, practically

ordering the audience to come and fuck her. A small group of volunteers emerged

from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing up and down in

another guy’s lap while a third guy fucked her ass. With all her holes stuffed

and her role as top slut somewhat restored, Diane was happy again. The audience

was cheering wildly as the five men proceeded to fuck the girls in all their

holes.

I gazed at the depraved spectacle for maybe fifteen minutes while I was trying

to digest this new information and decide what to do next. I figured I had only

two options; either make my presence known and give Amanda a piece of my mind,

or just leave and forget about her. As I watched her thirstily gulp down

another load of cum and then hoarsely call out for more, I decided to take the

second option. Making a scene would be humiliating, risky even, and utterly

pointless.

Besides, I really didn’t care that much anymore. I had seen how my cheating

girlfriend was being passed around like a 5-dollar whore and cummed in by one

guy after another. There was no doubt as to whether she was participating

willingly. Whenever Mandy’s mouth wasn’t on a cock or pussy, she was asking for

more guys to fuck her ass or pussy and ordering them to fill her holes with

cum.

I also understood now that the girl I had met here earlier had indeed been

Amanda after all. She undoubtedly had known who I was when I kissed her, and

she chose to reject me. Maybe it was at that moment that she decided she didn’t

want me anymore, or, more likely, she and Diane already had their little

gangbang prearranged, and she didn’t need me hanging around. Frankly, it didn’t

matter, I had seen enough.

The sounds of Mandy’s infidelity were fading quickly as I distanced myself from

Jack’s grove. My feet carried me away aimlessly, and soon I was completely

alone again, surrounded by silence and darkness. Once again, my path was cut

off by one of the low rock walls and again I had to decide where to go. But

this time, before I could pick a direction, I first had to determine my

destination.

I sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There was a

lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made any rash

decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I had found her. Seeing her and

discovering her true nature, didn’t make me feel angry. I didn’t even feel

betrayed. I already didn’t want her anymore before I even entered Jack’s grove.

If I felt anything, it was relief that our decaying relationship was truly and

undeniably over.

I pushed my hands in my pockets and let the furry tail slide between my

fingers. The little keepsake was the only evidence I had that the encounter

wasn’t a dream, that the girl was real and the time we enjoyed together really

happened. The girl’s whispered request to meet her in Old Jim's barn was firmly

etched in my mind. At the time I couldn’t take her up on her offer, but now

that I had declared myself single again, I was morally allowed to see her, and

even spend the rest of the night together. Maybe I should just go there to see

if the girl was really waiting for me.

I really, desperately wanted to be with her again. Not just for more awesome

sex, but to hold her in my arms, smell her hair and kiss her lips. And of

course, to spend the night together and get properly acquainted after sunrise.

At the same time, there was another voice inside my head, warning me that it

might not be the best idea to rush into another relationship just yet. While I

couldn’t ignore the fact that there was wisdom to that voice, the idea that I

might lose the only chance I had to find out who the lamb really was, scared

me. It was almost an hour already since we parted. Bad idea or not, I just had

to go back to her, back to Old Jim’s barn.

But, where the hell was I?

Not surprisingly, I was once more completely surrounded by darkness. I knew

that behind me was a hayfield and on the other side of the rock wall border

there appeared to be an empty meadow. I could see the stars in the sky above

me, and far away in the distance a few buildings, but no recognizable

landmarks. I climbed over the wall and continued my hike in the direction of

the houses. Maybe I’d know where I was when I got there, or else there would be

a road that would lead me back to civilization. I made my way through the

knee-high grass until I arrived at a barbed wire fence. As walked along the

fence, I had an almost religious experience.

The building I was heading for was none other than Old Jim's barn. Fate, or

maybe the spirit of Linus, had guided my feet directly back to my little lamb.

There was only one thing I could do. I hopped over the fence and tiptoed

towards the big old shed.

Uncle Jim was probably asleep, and I happened to know that his aging watchdog

was practically deaf. Still, the dog could see well, even in the dark, and his

sense of smell wasn’t bad either. I knew that as long as I kept quiet enough

not to wake either Jim or the dog, I should be reasonably safe. A few nervous

seconds later, I had made it across the yard and reached the barn. My heart was

pounding in my throat as I pushed open the big door.

Inside the barn it was even darker than outside. I whispered into the darkness,

announcing my arrival and closed the door behind me. Though there was no reply,

I had the uneasy feeling that I was being watched. Then I heard a noise behind

me, and as I turned around, the silhouette of a girl leaped into my arms. Even

though I was quite startled to say the least, I caught her mid-air. She had

covered my entire face with kisses before her mouth found mine and her tongue

snaked between my lips. Her sweet kisses were like a drug to me, and the longer

we kissed, the more I wanted to keep kissing her. The increasing need for

oxygen made us break it off eventually.

“Little lamb, could you really be my true love?” I whispered after I got my

breath back.

“Maybe;” she replied, and gave me another peck on the lips. “Yes”

She took me by the hand and led me deeper into the barn. She must have spent

some time exploring before I arrived, as she appeared to be quite familiar with

the interior of the barn. It was utterly dark in here, as even the faint light

of the stars was mostly blocked by the tattered roof, yet the girl effortlessly

maneuvered us past empty stables and old farm equipment. I couldn’t help but

feel a little pride swelling inside my chest as I imagined the girl roaming the

barn while she was waiting for me, preparing herself for another encounter with

her true love.

My little lamb carefully guided us through the darkness to our destination,

which turned out to be a haystack. She halted and turned around. I bumped into

her and she caught me in her arms.

“We’re here” she whispered.

She undid my coat and let it fall on the ground. Then she took my hands and

sank down into the soft hay. I moved with her and sat down next to her. We both

knew we had the entire night ahead, and despite our mutual desires, there was

no rush. I couldn’t be happier. Being with this girl was all I wanted, for as

long as possible.

All my thoughts, all my hopes and wishes revolved around the girl, yet I still

didn't have a clue who she really was. All I knew was that she was about 7 or 8

inches shorter than me, with a willowy physique and a head full of blond, curly

hair. This only narrowed it down to a couple of hundred girls on the island. I

still couldn't ask her name, but there was no rush. There was a time for

talking and a time for making love, and this wasn't the time for talking.

We made out in the hay for a long time. I couldn’t get enough of her kisses and

her hot, supple body. While our tongues dueled, my hands sneaked underneath her

thick wool sweater and ventured into the enticing territory hidden below. Her

soft skin was radiating with heat, burning my fingers as I felt her up. Inch by

inch I caressed my way up from her waist, dragging her sweater up as I went. As

I reached her shoulders, I had her upper half almost naked. Finishing the job

for me, she pulled it over her head and sent it flying. Like before, she wasn’t

wearing anything underneath, and again I cursed the darkness that prevented me

from ogling her treasures. Like a blind man, I reached for her chest and cupped

my hands around her pert little breasts and studied them by touch.

I squeezed and kneaded her supple female flesh. The delightfully full and firm

breasts were barely a handful, but they were hers, and I didn’t want them any

other way. I could feel her erect nipples as they poked into the palm of my

hand as I caressed the soft skin. I let my fingers trace around the puckered

nubs and over the tiny bumpy areolas surrounding them. Her nipples were small,

but they were firm and perfect for sucking and nibbling. Though I didn’t know

what she looked like, I was sure I could make a perfect sculpture of her face

and body.

My half-naked lamb was dry humping me as I explored and teased her with my

fingers. She was already hot and willing, but I wa