Shear Mel the Sheep

Mel's wool leaves a tingling sensation on your skin after you pull away from her body to go grab the shears. She watches you intently as you test the handheld machine shears. It's no much different in form and function from the electric clippers you might find at a hairdresser's, only bigger. The loud buzz it gives off when you press the bug red button on the side accompanies a steady vibration which flash on a few lightbulbs in your dirty mind.

Mel notices your smirk as you approach her and appears to shrink back, her wide eyes almost glistening. It's like she's a being of woolly timidity, yet she keeps squeezing her exposed breasts between her fingers still and biting her lower lip. You walk a half circle around her, the long black cord that connects the shears to a power point on the wall trailing you. Where to start, you wonder, eyes studying her fleece.

Stopping behind her again you grab gently at the wool on her shoulders with one hand and start the shears with a buzz in the other. Both your touch and the sound of shears makes the sheep twitch, as if she's ready to jump but just barely controlling herself. You start then, taking a handful of wool and pulling slightly as you press in the shearing blades towards her skin. The oscillating blades trim through the wool fibers with ease and you collect the first wads of shed fleece in your palm and look at it, rolling the softness between your fingers. You let this fall to the floor then continue to shear Mel. The spot you've cleared on Mel's shoulder still has a coat of fuzz and you feel it freely, massaging her shoulder a bit as you do. She hums, liking the skin on 'skin' contact. There's still about a third of an inch of fine wool there but you can still feel flesh beneath it, even see the pinkness under the wool.

The shears glide over her shoulders as you work from one side to the other, running the device along the bumps and curves. You get the hang of it rather quickly, learning to let the shears guide you as you mow through the wool rather than trying to find the lines yourself deliberately. Mel raises her arms for you as your work. You trim the excess growths along her slender arms and to the sides of her breasts then start to shear her back. There's a lot to collect here and as you run down to her butt and along her waist you reveal more and more of Mel's beautiful form.

The wool had given her a slight illusion of chubbiness, which you don't mind, but as you shed layers of her coat you see how lean she is. That is, she isn't skinny, but her body is firm and fit, thick around the hips and ass but not as soft as you had imagined.

To get her legs you need to drop down to your knees, and you can't help running your hands up and down her thighs while you work this area. The back of her legs are shorn quickly and you move to the front and look up. Mel looks down at you, cheeks flush with embarrassed arousal. You smell her through the wool and see the darkened patch of damp fleece at her crotch. It smells of sex and strangely... lavender. Swallowing your desire you endeavor to finish this initial part of the task first and start the buzzing shears again and run them up her shin. You grab an ankle and move her hoof slightly so that she spreads her legs a bit. More of her scent hits you and your cock twitches as you continue shearing up her leg. You finish one thigh, her shed wool brushing past your hardness when it falls into your lap. The next leg you do slightly faster, partly due to you being a quick study and partly to how eager you are to get this all done.

The last patches that remain cover the front of her pelvis and pubic area and you take a moment to observe your handywork. The sheep girl almost looks like she's wearing woolly underwear with the way you've shorn her. You both lick your lips in unison as you begin the last bit. Slowly and methodically you trim her woolly 'bush', starting from the edges and making your way closer towards her encroaching wetness. The way the shears vibrate as your press it against her skin makes Mel shiver, soft gasps escaping her as you edge around crotch. Your other hand is always there too, pulling away at the separated hair. Sometimes you pull a bit too early and elicit a soft sound from the sheep. You know it's not exactly painful and she enjoys getting her wool pulled. When your fingers finally sink into the damp fleece Mel can't help but moan louder. You press your fingers in deliberately and feel her flesh. Her coat doesn't actually grow on her lips of course, and you can part the woolly curtains and see her pink pussy, slick and seeping. Your shearing is paused for a moment as you slide your fingers up and down her slit and she gently sways her hips against you. She's been ready to be fucked one way or another for a while now and her sticky fluids coat your fingers. You finally slide one into her and she sighs.

"Yes..."

She's so lubricated you barely need to apply any **** and you're knuckle deep in the girl. Spending a few seconds to finger her you watch how wet she gets while keeping the shears just to the side of her pussy, still on and buzzing. She looks and smells absolutely delicious, but you're not done shearing yet. You pop your finger out wetly and Mel groans in mild frustration.

With your hand now free you grab the back of Mel's thigh to steady her then bring the shears sweeping across the final patch of fleece. She gasps with your sudden movement then cries out when you hold the flat of the buzzing shears just above her now exposed opening.

"AAh! Baaaa!" she bleats, grabbing the top of your head to keep her balance. You grind the vibrating shears onto her clit and look up at Mel's contorting face. "Mmmmy... aahhh... my..aaaa... baaaaah....cumm...cumming!" she moans, knees buckling. You hold her up and she plants a hoof as you keep pressure on her clit and the sheep bleats as she climaxes. Her tits jiggle with her convulsing and she grips firmly onto your head. When she can't take the buzzing shears any more she staggers back and you need to drop the tool to the floor to catch her before she falls.

Wrapped in your arms, she slides down onto her knees then drops back to her butt, breath ragged. "Farmer Jon," she says as she starts to recover. "Thank you..." Her eyes flutter up and when they see your predatory stare she once again reels back sheepishly.

"We're not done yet, Mel," you note with a smile. Seeing this freshly shorn and glowing sexy sheep girl sitting there so demurely you feel like a wolf finally getting his prey right where he wants her. Mel's gaze falls to your hard cock, trails of precum running down your shaft. She nods and her knees part, 'bare' crotch glistening.