Work was fitful, my mind full of my captive and the rights and wrongs of my actions and the consequences of being found out. Who would find out, I blustered inwardly and left my papers and strode boldly to the shed. She went berserk again, but I noticed the greens had virtually disappeared and some of the meal. I placed my fist on her rump and she quietened, it seemed so easy, the right time of her season. I watched her nose twitch and I remembered I hadn't washed since shagging her. Maybe that's what she was sniffing at.

I dropped my pants and waggled my cock. Phew! I could smell it too. I tried something different and stepped to the front of the pen and tentatively stuck my knob end through the bars. The doe seemed to shy away then sniff and soon her rasping little tongue was flitting over my gradually swelling dick head.

She was licking her own pussy odours and it was gorgeous and I fisted my cock, soon hard and wanting to fuck. The penetration was easy and I fucked her slowly this time, watching the way her vaginal flaps dragged over my invading humanity. My climax came and I pumped a second load of cum into the deer's fanny. I hadn't undressed, merely opening my jeans and doing a country sort of thing, typical woodshed fuck, I giggled to myself. I wondered how many times the bucks had done her and how my dick compared to their little tools. No contest - from what I'd seen in the copse and the TV documentary, they all had no more than five inches and slender too. Even I wouldn't scream with one of those up me........

I pulled away, new images flitting across my ever more curious mind. This country life was getting to me. No that would be stupid to try it Terry, I mused as I stuck my dick back in my pants. Looking at the doe who was fretting but undamaged, I reasoned that she seemed to support the big males OK. OK she had four legs, but look at the dainty little things compared to my massive sports trained thighs. Fucking hell! Terry you aren't thinking straight, I chastised myself as I left for the house.

The phone rang. It was the office in Birmingham. Urgent and only I could sort it. Shit!! An instant plan suddenly seared through my brain. I went to the shed and made it secure in every way. I found a huge metal tub and filled it with water and placed it inside. I topped up the meal bucket, hardly touched and massacred the garden, throwing piles of greens and anything that I thought might interest the deer for a week.

My last act was to release her from the confines of the pen, so she had the fifteen feet square shed to stretch in. She stayed in one corner and I left her, satisfied she was safe yet looked after. I cleaned myself up, although stacking my grubby deer shagging gear to one side, sorted papers, secured the house and drove away. Birmingham was a drag, not helped by what I'd left behind in the country and on my conscience.

I did have a nice interlude one evening with the wife of my client, a pop star. He was a uncouth Northern shit, but she, equally famous was ready to screw. He was out on a bender with his band that night, after we had sorted their building problems, all trivial, so Patsy and I shagged the night away and does she like it up the arse! Also she actually had three fingers up mine at one point, although I did stop her sticking a champagne bottle into me. However the feelings she aroused were quite nice for a first time and intrigued and alerted me to some previous inner musings. I was away a week including some days at head office, but soon I was thrashing down the motorway to the farm.

The last few miles of winding tracks and lanes were tedious, but I couldn't hurry. Dangerous and not wishing to fuck myself up in a ditch or crash into a tractor before getting there. Arriving at five, it was already dark. I changed quickly into the smelly clothing and went to the shed. I could hear scuffling and peered in through cracks in the timbers. She had scented me and was thrashing about, but seemed in good condition.

I went in, noticing the water looked grubby, the greens were scattered around and the meal bucket was upturned. her shit was everywhere, but it was an acceptable smell. Deer, not being carnivores, shat decent stuff, compared to the mess and stench that dogs and cats leave. I found myself muttering and cooing to her as I sorted the pen. She flitted from one corner to the other as I worked. As I approached her, she went berserk as usual. I fell about, but managed to corner her and throw my weight at her. I bundled her into the pen and immediately stripped off my shit stained jeans, finding that the thrill of the chase after the expectancy had got me hard. My dick sprung out and I chuckled and muttered.

"Here's another load you little darling. Feel this in your cunt again compared to that boyo out in the woods," The doe sprayed me and I wallowed in the hot fountain, rubbing it on my belly and legs.

In the darkness, I was safe and I mounted her with ease and began a slow fuck. I stopped several times and fingered the labial area round my dick, whilst pulsing it inside her tightness. I pushed a finger at her arsehole and the rectal fibres subsided and I buried my finger into the miry hole. I rubbed it on my tee shirt as I took up the shagging. I tried to position myself over her as I'd seen the buck's, finding she took my weight comfortably. It gave me an increased angle and I tensed then shafted her hard, fucking my cum into her animal twat and cheering for joy in my new found sexlife.

Afterwards, I rubbed my tee shirt in her shit and over her rump, wiping the mess round her vagina carefully. I gathered up some of her shit into a bucket and finished off rolling in the straw and earth of the shed. I sweated as I modified some of the timbers, then pushed her into the new pen. I went into the kitchen and had a couple of malts and thought about the next daring and potentially lethal stage of my plan. It didn't take long and I went to the copse. I scattered a trail of her shit from the clearing where the herd gathered, to the garden. I brushed my tee shirt on the bushes and grass. I rolled in the earth at a couple of spots too.

I felt strangely removed from life, in a trance. One half of my cultured, sophisticated, university trained brain yelling STOP. The other half, my basic instincts, my curiosity, my previously hidden bizarre depths screaming GO. I slept fitfully in the shed, close to her pen. I was wrapped in old horse rugs, lying a broken bale of straw on the floor and scratched furiously, realising the doe and the blankets were probably ridden with fleas. There was a kind of warmth in there. Our body warmth jelled and I woke about five. It was mild and the air was heavy.

I left my jeans off as I gathered another bucket full of shit, then sat and wriggled my butt in the earth immediately behind the doe. Slipping into the copse, dragging my jeans I quickly got to the clearing. I waited for maybe thirty minutes and then heard the roar of the stags and nearly ran home. The herd gingerly stepped into the clearing.

The buck wandered round, then another one dared to intrude. They immediately clashed and the twenty or so females scattered as the battle raged. In the meantime another buck sneaked in and separated a female and had his way with her. It was all go and my mind raced. I was one of them, one of the herd and looking to mate, but I was playing a distinctly different role to the powerful animals fighting.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the sneaky buck who was sauntering towards the path I was sheltered on.

His snout rippled, he bent to some of the shit, then sniffed at a bush. He flicked both ears and I noticed a chunk missing from his right ear, probably the damage from a fight. Fuck! my plan was working as he took more steps and found more shit. Then he found the place I reckoned the doe had pissed, a week ago when I'd captured her. My heart raced as he took the bait and walked slowly, yet imperiously along the path. His antlers were flat, rounded at the ends, he couldn't pierce me surely -well not with those.

I watched him wobble his sheath, the furry undercarriage spraying piss and he snorted quietly. I went on ahead, downwind and careful as he followed my careful trail. I reached the path before him and waited. He came into view and started on seeing me, but his nostrils twitched, his lips curled and he stepped forward. I kept on ahead of him, watching my back and my step in the gloom, but he followed and my heart was pounding. I nearly pissed myself with excitement as I reached the garden. He stopped for quite a while, suddenly out in the open, until my little lady gave out one of her little squeaky snorts.

The buck strutted, snorted and roared and sprayed my withering shrubs with his piss. I admired his spectacular undercarriage, the great sac of balls swaying heavily and I feared for my safety for seconds. But I entered the shed. She was all alert. She must have scented him and was skittering within the pen timbers. I entered her and held my breath, caught in time as I held her rump, dissuaded myself from fucking her and waited. I could near noises, even occasional chomping and I was dismayed that maybe this new verdant feeding ground was more of a temptation than....than...ME.

"Fuck it Terry! Don't be fucking stupid", my mind was screaming and I was near to forgetting the whole thing as the buck's head appeared at the door. The doe stiffened under me, gripping my cock and she sprayed. My plug would never have kept in the flow and the hot juices flowed over me, as if to confirm my actions. He grunted, stepped in again and saw her head stretching beyond mine as I lay on her back.

My arms were stiff along the pen top and I lay lower and I squirmed suddenly as I felt his hot breath blowing on my naked butt. God! it was lovely as I felt his tongue lick my crack, then without warning, he shuffled forward, reared and I felt his weight, his forelegs round me, hanging over the pen and a warm wet thing nudging at my arse. I relaxed my sphincter as he pushed and let his cock borrow into me It was amazing how these huge brutes find the slot more or less first time. Sheeeeet! it was wonderfully painful, but I lay on the doe as the buck snorted, shuffled forward once more and dug it in to the hilt. I had no clue as to how long it was, but guessed maybe five/six inches and not a great stretcher. I mean I'm not used to things in my arse but it was no sweat really. The buck shunted three or four times and we all rocked together until suddenly my arse was sluiced with his cum.

Fuck! there was gallons of the stuff and I felt it curdling round my bowels as he dropped off. There had been no pain from his weight, no anger had been vented and he just wandered round the shed then walked out as I dared to glance behind. I heard chomping once more then silence as I took stock of the situation. My arse was seriously leaking, but my cock was rigid and my ballocks were charged more than at any other time in my life. I shafted that little princess deer like there was no tomorrow, my thighs squeaking and slopping as the shagging action let the stag's jism slide from my anus. On spending tremendously into her, I gathered some of his cum and smeared it round her cunt lips, revelling in the joint mating. She would have no young and I certainly wouldn't I chuckled as my cock softened and slithered out. For the first time, I bent and licked at her fanny. It was very sloppy and soft and I felt she was very young, but who knows - or cares? On my knees, even more of his stuff poured out of me and I reached behind to feel at my hole. Nothing wrong there and I wallowed in the doe's greasy minge for a long time.

As I said, no damage, no pain and I wasn't marked. Incredible. Yes incredibly risky terry you daft bastard, I scolded inwardly as my ardour gradually waned and I got up and pulled my very grubby jeans on. It was only to reach the house and soon I was in the bath. I did have a couple of ticks on me which I got out easily. Several flea bites irritated my hot bathed skin, but I treated them with cream. My clothes all went into a sealed bag and put in the shed. Saturday morning, I'd fucked a deer and a deer had fucked me and it was only six thirty. I had another hearty breakfast then went to bed. I was tired, mainly because of my week's work, I was elated at the success of my mission, but I was also wary and thoughtful at the enormity of it all. I fell asleep.

Later that day, I shagged her again, twice. Then again in the evening when I returned from the pub. Suddenly the barmaid with the log like shanks seemed more attractive, was I lowering my standards? Or was I thinking more of how she would perform rather than what she looked like. After all, the deer was pretty, but...........

Sunday passed as Saturday, with lots of shagging in the shed. The doe was healthy, well fed and gradually settling rather than spooking when I arrived. I let her go in the evening. I took her midway along the path and she scampered off as I watched her pretty black and white striped butt disappear into the undergrowth. Will I do it again? I have several times, not always with the same one, the catching depends who is under the net, but they all give me the same perfect fuck without any hangups or baggage. I have got more flea bites than I should. Ticks are a constant worry and the deer are not rutting now.

The drawings are complete for the building work, so soon contractors will move in. I've modified the plans a huge amount, to give me privacy, but to do so it's costing me a fortune. I couldn't persuade another buck into my lair, but I've since acquired a pair of Shetland ponies.