325 The lucky shepherd,

325 The lucky shepherd,
Micky thought himself a loner,34 now, and since school he had hated folk, wanted solitude, away from the piss taking, the bullies, and the Hussle and bustle of life in town. He had found solace when his mother died in his work as an under shepherd.
She had been his last surviving relative and since his father passed away some ten years before she had been his one sexual outlet.
Realising the young man was never going to find lust, much less love on his own, she had taken him as a lover as much to satisfy herself as to show her son there was more to life than wanking, which she had found him doing on numerous occasions. He suspected she had also had ** sex with his dads old border collie, but she had never said so and despite trying to catch her out he never had managed to do so! But she had passed on now, as had that dog, Pedro his replacement having arrived as a pup just before the old lady had passed, helping in his work as a trainee shepherd, latterly to him, cooking and laundry had become the norm, as she had slowly deteriorated, he being her sole night carer till her passing, in reality a peaceful release from the long and horrible illness. The house being full of haunting memories,
To get right away, now qualified, he applied for Jobs, all with accommodation, intending to sell the terraced home he had lived in since birth with its ‘memory ghosts’. Old tam the shepherd who had taught him, had passed the word that he was a good sheep keeper
and available. Which resulted in him having had three offers of work, each as head shepherd with different big estates, good reliable shepherds being hard to come by nowadays.
The first was easy to reject, poor pay and the accommodation being at the edge of his home-town it didn’t appeal at all, the second had a reasonably remote semi-detached house, and was handsomely paid, but the third though less money had a croft cottage in the middle of a moor in the wilds of Westmoreland where the sheep roamed free, and he would be his own master. He had an interview and was excepted immediately, his predecessor having a need to retire. Thus, he soon sold up and with his trusty Landrover, a borrowed pony trailer loaded with his possessions and his dog Pedro, he took over the croft for the old couple. The place was at the end of a long cart track, the accommodation part of the little place consisted of three rooms, a big kitchen cum living room, a bedroom and a tiny bathroom and toilet. The place had mains water, electricity, and a telephone on a party line shared with the distant estate and these were its only real amenity’s. It was heated by an old solid fuel range that kept the place dry and cosy. Outside at the back at right angles to the house was a long open fronted low, wooden building ideal for lambing, shearing or nursing sick a****ls and facing the back door a tiny garage cum barn with a supply of straw for bedding, forming an inverted ‘L’ shaped yard, its back to the prevailing wind. Fencing for pens, straw logs and coal were all supplied from the estate, and a small supermarket in the distant town his meagre fortnightly supplies. So, he found for him it was perfect.
I won`t bore you all with the nitty gritty of the move, or the settling in but will skip on a full year. By now he was well thought of around the estate yard, the flock well kept, though in that time, he had seen just the regularly visiting estate manager, with his pay once a month, the vet twice in the year, the two contracted shearers who came daily for just a week and a miserable lorry driver who had come cursing the rough road to collect his first crop of lambs for market! So, in all his contact with the world and especially women had been minimal, and to be honest, though he was happy enough he missed his mother and what sexual contact he had had…in other words he knew he needed a good shag!
He had by been equipt with a small 4wheel off-road motor scooter that was better suited to the character of the moor and saved a lot of walking. Pedro happily having taken to riding stood up on the pillion rack his head on his masters shoulder.
The tiring period of shearing and lambing over and with things having settled a bit, after dinner one hot windy day in late June, he was enjoying the quiet solitude out on the moorland, when it was the dog that alerted him to the two hikers easily a mile away, and making heavy weather of the rough open and where they were, very wet, moorland, packs on backs, looking at this distance like brightly coloured blue snails picking their way through the boggy-land.
His attention was diverted to an old ewe caught in brambles, he soon released the old lass and with Pedro `s help, the somewhat dehydrated and exhausted a****l was herded to a nearby stream in a dip in the moorland, where she drank thirstily.
The hikers forgotten until he was surprised to hear Pedro `s, low warning growl, and two female voices, now much closer, out here on this inhospitable moor.
The two women appeared, from a thicket of gorse one limping and the other with difficulty supporting her friend and carrying both packs. Seeing Micky, the darker girl dumping the packs and approaching to ask for his help. The blonde having twisted her ankle.
Naturally enough he gave what assistance he could, out here being unable to walk is a serious matter, and these were two good looking girls anyway! The house being over a mile away he left the darker girl and the rucksacks, taking the blonde on the pillion to his croft, then leaving her and an unhappy Pedro, to return to fetch the second hiker and both the bags. By his return the casualty, had shed her baggy wind-proofs and was now stripped to jeans and a tight white tea-shirt stretched over a shapely body. At the croft he made tea for them all and after her boot had been gently removed and the foot evaluated as a sprain a cold compress was applied. They introduced themselves as Mary, the injured blonde, and Sadie the brunette, they were from Manchester and they were students on a couple of week`s hiking break. It was four days in and they had been looking for a spot to camp for the night, but that low area of moorland had defeated them!
Now, Micky was a little uncomfortable about the two attractive visitors, not least as they were women, though apparently the girls had no such inhibitions, Mary, sitting with her foot up, on the old sofa Pedro normally claimed as home, Sadie still dressed in outside clothes, sat at his table, and drank the tea, missing nothing. Realising his predicament, suddenly having two women in this tiny place, Sadie offered to put up their tent outside, if he didn’t mind them staying about till her friends foot was recovered. This to Micky `s obvious relief was agreed so she went outside to do just that, he directing her to a spot in the lee of the small garage that served as the barn which was grassy, level and out of the wind. Micky suggesting that he put together a meal Sadie supplying some tins from her pack to augment his supplies. Pedro, much to Micky`s surprise having befriended Mary his head on her lap as she fondled his head and ears.
Sadie soon returned, and he ran an appreciative eye over her now trim form, by now wearing slacks and a well filled yellow sweater rather than the loose and baggy wind-proofs that had hidden her charms before. His not so rapid glance was not unnoticed, so it was over the meal that loneliness was first mentioned, Sadie asking if he ever got lonely?
His answer that “he had Pedro for company, and the tv,” not really satisfying her curiosity.
She persisted, asking if he had no wife, or girlfriend, which blushing he said he had not!
“Did he not want one then or was he gay?” Mary, quickly scolded her for asking such a question, but Sadie unrepentantly said, “for all she knew he was a queer hermit and she just wanted to see how the land lay!”
Micky laughed then retaliated by asking if either of them were married or were they perhaps a lesbian couple…” that they both strenuously denied, saying “they were just friends since school! And NO,” Sadie, the more outgoing of the two, indignantly announced “they were definitely not married or true lesbians, but just playing the field at uni and screwing who they liked and whenever they liked and as things had become a bit intense of late, they were just having time out together!”
By now his interest had peaked, as had his prick fortunately hidden by the table. And blushing he said that “he apologised as he didn’t want to cause offence, and did they want any more food!” neither wanted more, and Sadie cleared the plates away into the sink, then told him she would do the washing up, which was lucky for Micky as he didn’t want the embarrassment of his stiffee being seen if he stood, it being so obvious.
Mary, complaining of the ache in her ankle, was placated with some pain killers, Sadie was directed too by Micky from his seat.
Before returning to the sofa, Pedro walking up rapidly and jamming his nose against Marys crutch, a move not un-noticed by Sadie who said, “that dog fancies you my girl!”
Mary, a touch embarrassed pushed the dog away, but he stood his ground and the nose rapidly returned to the crutch of the girls jeans. Micky grinned, calling Pedro away and saying that “he suspected the old boy has blue balls out here with no bitch about!”
The two girls chuckled, Sadie saying that “perhaps his master had the same problem!”
Micky glowing with embarrassment, grinning and saying “well… maybe that could be true”.
Mary declared she needed the toilet, so Sadie assisted her friend to the bathroom pointed out by their host. On their return Pedro was back stretched out on his favourite sofa, so Mary sat with him his body warm against her good side, the dog `s head nestling on her breast, and the poorly left leg supported on a dining chair supplied by Mary.
Micky`s remark that “that old dogs no fool is he with a pillow like that”. Was greeted by a wide grin from both girls. Sadie still on her feet pulling the seated Micky`s head to her own chest, giggling “ooh did-ums are you jealous” which did little for his self-control!
Nestled in the soft top of the young woman`s jumper, brought back memories of his mother, her breasts had been less pert twas true, but they were as soft and pliant as any pillow, and lost memories came tumbling back, happy erotic long forgotten, he d****d his arm round Sadie`s body and hugged her, which caused her to smile. Suddenly he realised what he had done, springing back in alarm and apologising profusely, though she reacted by pulling him back to her and whispering “there, there, I don’t mind,” and “you must be lonely out here!”
Encouraged now he swung himself to face her, feet apart and either side of hers, her companion and his stiff, give away dick, forgotten. He turned his head upwards and as if automatically their lips met.
She collapsed onto his left knee, arms wrapping round his shoulders, lips welded to his, tongues fighting for supremacy. His rampant tool stiff against her leg spewing forth his seed, time and his needs having overcome his senses. His working trousers wet now from his spend, he blushing like a tomato, in his mind he had blown all chances with this magic young lady. To his amazement she simply continued to kiss him, ignoring what to him had been crucial, and oh so embarrassing.
Long moments passed, Mary began to doze, the combination of the warm dog, the walk across the moor and the pills, along with the warmth of the room just too much. silently the would-be lovers rose, and hand in hand left the now snoring girl and slipped into the bedroom, both knew why they were there, outer clothing began to fall to the floor, the last rays of the falling evening sunlight, lit the room, furnished to a bachelor’s taste though tidy, the bed luckily made and turned down, an altar lit by those dying rays of the sun. He led this nubile young lady to the comfort of his bed, fingers fumbling excitedly with her bra, and hers to his now damp pants, his 6 ½” tool re-vitalised in the expectation of things to come, lips again welded to hers, they collapsed on the soft bed.
To his amazement she took over, pushing him down into his own bed, throwing her leg over his hip, grinding her knicker clad mons against his stiffness in a most experienced way, her breasts jiggling in front of his amazed eyes, the tiny silver rings in her nipples glittering in the ensuing gloom, un-noticed till now the tiny jewellery enhancing the stiff nipples in a way he had never imagined. She hissed at him to rip off the panties, his strong hands tearing at the frail covering tearing and ripping, till the dark pubic hair was exposed, her face telling him it was more than OK.
She raised herself on her knees, her body rising just enough for him to position himself, then by mutual consent force his hips towards her descending body, in a single stroke he was in, balls deep, mons to mons, with a grunt that raised the dogs head momentarily in the next room. Mary, snored on, as the shaggy head fell back on her breast, all apparently right with the world once more.
It was a long and successful night for Micky, she taught him things that were only perverted dreams when his mother had slept with him last over a year or so ago. They awoke with the sun, Micky`s old rooster crying his morning call outside and Micky enjoying once more the soft comforts of a willing woman and a supportive bed.
Finally, he rose, the toilet beckoned, Sadie still dozing tiredly, the morning shave followed, then on went the kettle. Mary, stretching and Pedro at the door itching to relieve himself and then as usual chase that wretched rooster, life was good. Mary said, “her ankle had improved though it was still sore.” He grinning said “you girls are welcome” and “you should stay for a day or two, not to inflame the thing!” she grinned and said that “she supposed ‘Sexy Sadie’ had taken him under her wing then!” which had him glowing and grinning. “Look” she said, “Sadie is one slick nympho, she screws like a demon, no male is safe, I know what she`s like, I tend to be more adventurous though, and we are s`posed to be, on a get away from sex break, but these little hope with her!”
She grinned then added, “we now seem to be bringing succour to one man and his dog!” they laughed together, Mary, simply pushing him back against the welsh dresser and kissing him in a way that left no doubt she was feeling better today.
The telephone jangled, Micky reached behind him and found himself talking to the estate manager on one side, with Mary, breathing in the opposite ear, the call said that the new flock was arriving that afternoon if the pen was ready. He assured the manager it would be all-ready, and after a few pleasantries the line went dead.
Mary, by this time having her tongue in his ear. He settled her back telling her he had 40 Swaledales arriving that afternoon and after they had arrived, he by all means would be pleased and only too happy to enjoy her and her randy friend, but sadly he needed to do some work and have breakfast, or they would not be ready for the new a****ls. She grinned kissed him then turned to the stove and began to cook.
By mid-morning with Sadie`s help the new wire netting had been erected across the open fronted lambing shed, with fresh straw laid, water troughs filled, food troughs too, and they had eaten a snack, all three watching the roadway for the estate cattle van sitting munching sandwiches on the grass bank at the croft front,
It was 2 pm by the time the truck arrived, old Mack the Scottish driver scowling and muttering about the track as usual until he caught site of Micky`s guests then for some reason he cheered up. He was introduced to the girls as Micky`s cousins on a visit! The ramp came down and soon the sheep were in the fenced shed. Munching contentedly, Pedro herding them into the shed, and proving his worth having enjoyed himself immensely showing off his natural dominance of the sheep. Mary, favouring her ankle had made tea, which they drank outside, Sadie flirting with the old driver a little, his eyes not leaving her yellow jumper for long during his visit, her kissing him goodbye, which had him in a good mood before he reluctantly got away home, believing he still had what it takes’ to attract a pretty lassie.’ Micky laughingly remarking that “Morag, the old chaps wife, would be a happy bunny when he got home!”
Both women turning on Micky, reminding of his promise that morning of “enjoying them both, grabbing him on the grassy knoll long before the old truck gained the distant roadway!
By dawn Micky was feeling exhausted, the women having decided between them that Mary, would have Micky`s bed that night, Sadie having had him the night before!
He wasn’t keen on them making decisions, but the bonus of this one outweighed the unhappiness! Mary, proved to be less strenuous but more adventurous, anal and reverse cowboy being her specialities, though it was still after 2am when they dozed off his balls empty, though a blow job drained him once more before a beautifully cooked breakfast, set him up for the day, and he tiredly went out to check the sheep in the pen with relief, though if he knew what the two sirens were hatching, I doubt he would have been so happy.
The new sheep were fine, he fed and watered them, then he started the bike and telling the girls, he would be an hour or two, set off for his daily round.
Up on the fell, he found one old teg dead, it did not look a suspicious death, just old age, so he took her number, noted it in his book and rolled her into a convenient fold in the peat, carrion for the local wildlife.
He arrived back at the croft for a late lunch, to find both girls naked on the grassy knoll in front of the place, sunbathing. They had been busy bunnies, washing bedding for him, and some clothes, sweeping the place out and generally tidying up, which he much appreciated. They were now enjoying the remote freedom of the place and improving the all over tan naked in the sun a luxury ill afforded by either convention or uni!
He fetched cold beers for them all from the fridge, they sat or laid about for quite a while enjoying the company before he set out for the lower pastures, leaving the girls to brown and intending to treat a case of foot-rot.
Pedro fetching him the limping and un-grateful ewe to the pen obeying his whistles and commands like the perfect sheepdog. The clean-up and spray left Micky with purple fingers. The ewe managing a fast hobble back to her mates, and our hero moving on returning to the croft after a good look over his area, at about 4.
The two girls were still naked re-making the bed as he arrived. Mary, showing no sign of her sprain, and brewing him some tea as soon as the bike was away under the cover and Pedro fed as was his normal practise.
They had prepared a meal, tasty and sustaining, which they sat to eat together.
Allowing him to digest it before Sadie casually announced “Mary`s foot being better, we should move on really” his face fell, “but if you didn’t mind, we have both decided to stay for the next couple of days!”
His face lit up, though he did say that he was feeling fairly tired, so they would need to at least let him sleep sometimes!
Mary, s reply of “well perhaps if your so tired Pedro could help out a bit,” made his eyebrows lift. As she went on “he has a wicked tongue!” which had him wondering what she had been up to with his canine companion while he and Sadie had been busy that first night!”
All eyes automatically turned and looked down at the a****l the dog blandly looked back at them, his tongue lolling as he lay quietly innocent!
Mary, looked at her companions and guiltily whispered, “Well, you were both so bloody noisy and he was keen so…!” The unsaid statement had Sadie grinning and said that” he had done the same to me last night, doing a brilliant clean up job!”
Micky, looked down at his dog with amazement, exclaiming, “You wily old bugger,” and to show he was not unhappy fondling the dogs head.
Mary, haltingly and a little red of face said that “she would have gone further, though she was a bit scared too, not knowing the a****l, and he being a working dog, and with never having tried it, though she had read about it…” To which Micky rubbing his face to hide his grin said, “Pedro, I can assure you doesn’t have a bad thought in his body, and if you ladies want to try ** sex, who am I to interfere, I am sure he would love it and as long as I get to watch don’t get left out!” both women kissed him in answer to that, and it was then a case of which woman went first, a coin being spun, Mary calling heads and winning both the others taking seats on the couch Micky still fully dressed. The dogs response to the female on all fours was predictable, his tongue lapping at her wet sex, and occasionally looking at his master for approval or encouragement before lurching up onto his bitches back and the now angry red lipstick being jabbed at the area of her sex rapidly and with some force. This elicited grunts of OMG from Mary, saying that his prick was stabbing at her painfully, and would someone please help her, her own arms busy supporting the considerable weight of herself and the big dog, Sadie slid her hand under the a****l and to Mary`s joy the point of the weapon engaged with the necessary channel sliding in in short stiff stabs, the helping hand withdrawing and the couple sitting amazed at the vision of the big energetic a****l striking away for England!
Several moments past, his back humped, the forelegs gripping her for purchase, his hips struggling to force himself deeper.
She in turn had been enjoying the sensation, the hot tool, in a frenzied jig jerking about inside her as no other invader ever had, then suddenly the whole sound of her appreciation changed, his **** was engaging, her sex muscles felt as if it was being prized open by a football, and hot seed hotter than she had ever imagined was pumping into her belly, pulse, pulse, pulse, her belly swelling, stretching to accommodate the flood of hot seed, the a****l in a sweat now but near still on her rump, her guts like a balloon, small spurts adding to the already stretched balloon of her belly, Micky and Sadie open mouthed at the dogs performance, immobile and amazed.
Time passed, then the withdrawal, the **** having shrunk a little, cum in a gush, splashing on legs and carpet as the old warrior wandered away to clean himself, his bitch forgotten.
She in turn collapsing exhausted onto the wet carpet with a grunt of “Wow!” And her audience still sitting spellbound, beyond comment or movement.
They sat for a while, till the dog at last broke the spell, by trying to get behind them on what he believed was his sofa to sleep.
Suddenly they all spoke at once, Sadie comforting her girlfriend, and Micky fondling the dogs head, and saying “was he feeling better for that!”
Mary lay, legs wet, still draining, her arms round Sadie, tears of joy wetting her face as again and again she just muttered, “WoW.”
Tea was made, a thick towel on the armchair allowed Mary, to sit, tiredly, as Pedro began to snore! They all grinned Sadie and Micky soon fulfilling one another`s needs, spurred on by the dogs image in their minds, Sadie knowing that the next evening it was to be her turn, a somewhat daunting thought. toddling off to bed together all three, lay spooning, they were soon asleep, knowing that dammed rooster would soon be heralding yet another day.