"Give me a few minutes, and I'll be happy to help you find out."
Grace slowly climbed off him, hearing and feeling the suction of their separation. When she looked down at the limber cylinder of his prick, smeared with the fluids of their joy, she wet her lips and swallowed hard.
Lying on the bed, while waiting for Harlan to give her the word, Grace grew more eager by the minute. The challenge of successfully sucking off a cock of that size was thrillingly intriguing, and her cunt seemed to itch at the thought of it.
When he was ready for action, Harlan got into the sixty-nine position, kneeling astride her with his face over her cunt. The massive meat of his dong hung down to touch her lips, and she took the smeary glans eagerly, sucking it into her mouth.
As she tasted the funky pollen of his semen mixed with the flavor of her cunt, she felt his tongue probe into her gash and begin to lick at her swollen flesh.
He found her clit and lashed at it rapidly with his tongue; she moaned around the giant glans, then gave it a tight suck that caused him to groan into her cunt.
Grace felt lustful hungers rise up in her – hungers she had not known she possessed. She was avidly sucking the meaty prize, praying that it would erupt and fill her mouth with a river of hot come.
Harlan got her clit in his lips, and he began a steady series of sucks that made her jerk and grind in a frenzy. Her whole being seemed to melt into a puddle, and Harlan was drinking it up. Then she felt the charge of his first gush.
It poured into her mouth in torrents, and she was swallowing frantically to keep from drowning. But when the power of his jets diminished, she began to suck on the hot tip of his prick with a violent thirst, draining him and making him pull away with a loud groan.
Again they lay there, resting quietly, letting their bodies relax. Grace was absorbing her discovery of her hidden lusts.
And, as she related it to her coming ordeal with Randy – a thought uppermost in her mind since seeing Dot with the goat – she knew she could even get hot enough to suck off that big stud! She wondered what Dot would say to that…
Chapter 9
Grace had taken a short nap, and she felt fully refreshed after she bathed. But Harlan Gates was still sleeping, as were most of the others in the house, she knew. During the hottest part of the day it was easy to lie around and rest, especially after a night and morning of wild sex revelry.
But Grace felt as if her glands were working overtime. Her pulse was fast, and all the juices of her body seemed to be flowing excitedly. She started walking aimlessly around the barnyard, trying to work off some of her nervous energy. She felt strange, because the farm seemed so still for the middle of the day.
Her steps took her in the direction of the machine shed, and when she opened the door and looked at the vacant billy-girl machine, her breath came faster and she felt the cream oozing from her cunt. She walked up to the padded trestle and looked at the dried semen that had begun to flake on the surface of the padding.
Her hand reached out and rubbed at the whitish deposit, and a shiver rippled through her spine. Her twat began to itch, and she held her hand between her legs, pressing and rubbing herself. The faint odor of the billy goat's musk was in the air, and her nostrils dilated quiveringly as she smelled it.
She forced herself to leave the machine shed, continuing her walk at a leisurely pace while her pulse pounded and the gnawing itch in her crotch steadily increased.
The warm breeze swirled up inside her frock – the only garment she wore – and caressed her legs, rippling the hairs of her cunt until she was ready to scream for relief.
Subconsciously, she had known all along that she would end up at the stud's pen. When she finally stood at the rails, gripping the top one tightly until her knuckles were white, the goat's odor was overpowering to her senses.
Her legs trembled, and if she had let go of her grip on the rail, she would have slumped to the ground. She could hear him at the far side of the pen, rubbing himself against a post, and as she visualized him standing there, his virile goat prick stiff and ready to serve her, she knew she could not wait any longer.
The decision was made, and her strength seemed to flow back into her. She stood up resolutely, took the lead strap from its place on the gate, then entered the pen.
"Come here, Randy," she said firmly, walking around the corner of his shed to where he stood. He snorted softly as she snapped the lead to his halter. She held the lead in one hand, gripped the big halter ring with the other, then led him out of the pen. They moved across the barnyard with a strange urgency, heading for the machine shed.
If Grace had not been so intent on her purpose, she might have felt surprise at the buck's willingness to go with her after she had left him standing in the machine harness for so long on the previous day. But she was totally oblivious to anything but her frantic lust.
She got the goat inside the machine shed and harnessed him in place. It was only as she stepped up to the trestle-shaped table that she realized she needed help. Once she was in position, hung over the inverted vee of the device, she could not reach up to swing the safety shield into position!
She became filled with a frantic desperation as she saw that she could not accomplish the act she wanted. She ran to the door of the shed and looked outside, as if she might expect Dot or someone else to appear.
But the barnyard was sell silent and deserted. She clung to the door frame, wondering what to do. She was almost ready to go to the house and find someone, when she heard sounds in the milking barn. She went toward the noise, sure that there would be someone there to help her the goats could not get in the milking barn unless the doors to the pasture were open.
She walked swiftly for a few steps, and then she began to run.
Dean Palmer had been exhausted temporarily by the wild fuck he had had with Dot Lambert. But he had grown horny again. Her rosy asshole intrigued him. When she had declared her need to rest, at a moment exciting enough to give him a second hard-on, he was disappointed.
He tried to lie in bed next to Dot and get some rest, but he was keyed up to a fever pitch, mentally, and his cock was itching for more action. He kept thinking about the way Dot had looked on that goat-fucking machine, her choice ass tilted skyward and hot goat come dripping out of her cunt to trickle down her fine legs.
It had been an exciting scene, especially while the big buck was shoving the meat to her. It gave him the hots even now, thinking back on it. Visualizing the position Dot had been in while the goat screwed her, he could not blame her for needing a rest now especially since he knew that she had been well exercised by Cole that night, and that she had been sucked and fucked to orgasm twice since breakfast!
He got more lusty than ever, just lying there thinking about all the great sex fun of the last twenty-four hours. He got up and slipped into his slacks and shoes, then left the room quietly while Dot was sound asleep.
The rest of the house was silent, and he went outside, thinking that a walk around the place might settle his nerves enough so he could go back and rest until Dot woke up. He'd sure like to ram his cock up her sweet blonde ass before the group changed partners!
He went out the back door. The McDonald collie was flaked out on the porch; he looked up, recognized Dean, wagged his tail lazily, then put his head back down on the flooring.
"Hi, McDog! This heat got you?" Dean asked him. The dog's tail gave another weak wag. Dean went out into the barnyard, smiling at the way McDog and his own collie shared a common love of shady siestas on hot days. McDog and Laddie were from the same litter.
He wandered around, finally entering the milking barn, where the air was several degrees cooler. Through the open top half of one of the rear doors leading onto the pasture, he saw several of the milk goats grazing. His cock throbbed, its own memory just a split second ahead of his in recalling what he had heard from Cole and George about the thrills of Rachel's wet cunt.