He moved swiftly to the door and looked out, wondering which of the many animals in the pasture was Rachel. He went into the pasture and moved slowly among them, eyeing each one closely. Cole had said Rachel was a Nubian, so he could ignore all of the Alpines and Saanen that he saw.
The fourth Nubian he examined had a wet, oozing twat. He took her collar between his fingers and turned it until he saw her name, then he led her into the milking barn. His prick was itching and pulsating as he coaxed the animal onto a milking platform and closed the stanchion on her neck.
He removed his slacks and draped them over the adjacent stanchion, then approached the goat with a twitching cock. He was panting as he put out a finger and touched the wetness of her oozing snatch. Her tail waggled and she bleated in a low, urgent tone.
"Ha!" he grunted. "You seem to like that, Rachel." He gave her flanks a few pats and caresses to assure her that he was more than friendly. "Your little goat cunt's getting plenty of action lately, the way I heard it." He stepped onto the ramp and grabbed his cock in his hand. "Easy, Rachel," he breathed as he laid the throbbing head against the heated moistness of her twat.
The goat bleated again and shifted her stance, braced for what she had learned to expect from her previous two experiences with men who had touched her cunt. Dean pushed at the slimy opening carefully, felt her slippery petals open to him, then learned into her more heavily. His cock popped inside the vestibule of her tunnel and slid into her sheath for half its length.
"Jesus, Rachel!" he groaned. "They weren't kidding! What a snug, slick twat!"
He began to thrust into her, feeling the heated claspings of her inner response as she cooperated wholeheartedly. His hands gripped her bony hips and his ass humped steadily, driving his prick all the way into her with lustful fucks.
Her soft bleating and the responsive claspings on his cock told him that this was no one-way party. The goat was ready enjoying it; she would probably get her eggs off like a woman if he could hold out long enough.
Rachel's cunt was ready alive as he got into full swing with his long, deep thrusts. It gurgled and undulated and squeezed his cock in gentle, pulling movements that threatened to milk him off before he could reach cruising speed.
"Easy, girl," he said. "We want this to last awhile." He almost fen off the ramp when Grace's voice came from somewhere close behind him and to his left.
"Not too long, Dean… oh, pray God, not too damn long!" She moved around into view at his left. Having announced her presence, because she was too distraught to keep quiet, she saw no reason to remain hidden. "I'm sorry, Dean… go ahead and finish. But I need your help when you're through here."
"Holy cow!" was all he could say on the spur of the moment. He felt a slight sense of embarrassment – more at being surprised than because of what he was doing – but after having seen Grace and Dot with the stud goat, he could not truly feel guilty.
He did experience a slight setback in his progress, due to the shock of being startled, but he considered that an asset; now he had a better chance of bringing off the goat before he came himself. It ought to be worth experiencing; her cunt was active enough now, and with her orgasm – if she had one, or even could have one – his cock should really have a ball in there!
He had not ceased fucking into her when Grace startled him, but his strokes had slowed slightly. Now he renewed his enthusiasm; a soft, nibbling sensation started, biting gently at the end of his prick at each inward stroke. He groaned as the fluttering caress speeded up his rate of progress, and he fought to maintain control.
His driving cock was pulling oily froth out of the clasping cunt, and his prick felt as if it were being braised in butter, so high was the vaginal temperature into which he was thrusting. His halls were wet with the goat's flowing juice, and her bleating was constant now as her flanks shuddered with her oncoming climax.
"God, Rachel… come on, baby!" he groaned. And, as he began to despair of lasting long enough, Rachel bleated loudly; her cunt grabbed him tightly at the moment that he was buried in her the deepest. He felt the fluttering nibble again as her uterus opening sought the meal of semen that was not there.
He delivered it. With groans and gasps, Dean shot gushes of come into the milking, clasping cunt. Rachel literally pulled the last drop out of him; he withdrew from her suckingly, sperm flying and oozing from her swollen cunt as he stepped down from the ramp.
"Oh God!" Grace said, staring at the inspiring sight of Dean's smeary, dripping cock. Her hand was in her cunt, fingers working furiously; the skirt of her frock hung high on her forearm as she tried to bring herself off to relieve the pressure of her lust. "I can't stand it… help me, Dean!"
She sat down weakly on the platform of the adjacent milking station, one foot drawn up to her ass, her fingers dipping into her soupy cunt rapidly as she gasped and moaned frantically.
Dean was too spent to fuck her, but he was more than sympathetic to her plight. He approached her, intending to get on his knees and bring her off by sucking her cunt. But she slid off the platform to the floor as he neared her.
Her head was toward him as she reached up and grabbed him by the legs, pulling him to his knees by her head. Her arms went around his hips.
"Eat me off, Dean!" she pleaded. "Finish me… please!" He caught the urgency in her voice and wasted no time in repositioning himself. He learned over and nuzzled into her slippery twat, his lips sucking at the copious gathering of her juice, and his tongue lashing out to trigger her clit.
Grace pulled at him until he rolled his weight sideways and knelt astride her; she seized his limber, shaky cock in her lips and began to suck at it. The sweet musk of her fountain had renewed his excitement as he licked and sucked in the tender flesh of her cunt; although he was extremely sensitive from his powerful ejaculation, he felt his own juices moving within him as Grace's lips made their demands.
He suffered the ecstatic misery of her avid sucks, groaning into her soupy twat as he feasted, until he felt his cock harden and throb in her mouth. He licked and nibbled at her clit fiercely, then began milking the stiff little bud with his lips, giving it hard sucks frequently.
Grace's ass was grinding on the concrete; shudders started to shake her body as it tensed for her climax. Dean plunged his tongue into her oily hole and fucked it furiously, then he sucked at the hot source of her cream.
He felt her sucking just as hard on his brutalized cock, and as her ass rose from the floor, pushing her cunt snugly into his face, he burst loose a volley of shots, gushing his come into her mouth and throat.
Grace would have sucked on him until her orgasm was completed, but Dean howled and rolled away from her, then stood up to lean against the stanchion where his slacks were hung.
He recovered partially while Grace was letting her convulsions abate. He got into his slacks and waited for her to finish. She finally struggled to her feet and stood there, eyes hollow with her extreme lust, then stared at him for a moment.
"Are you all right, now?" he asked.
"Yes… but I still need you," she said in a taut voice.
Dean's cock felt as if it would shrink up into his belly to hide. He was absolutely spent; there was no way he could let her suck or even kiss his cock until it had rested for at least an hour. It would take even longer for it to reach the point where he could fuck anyone or anything with it.
She must have seen the panic in his eyes and guessed that he was almost ready to run from her. She gripped his arm and held him as she spoke.
"I need you to help me with the stud," she said. "I've got him in the machine shed, all ready to go, but someone has to swing the safety shield over me after I get into positions