The lack of comprehension was still on his face, he knew; it seemed almost impossible that she could still be all that impatient to fuck after the violence of her orgasm on the floor here. But he recalled how hot he was to get at Rachel, not long after shooting his load into Dot. And he had topped it off by letting Grace suck him to a third come just now.
"Okay," he said. "Let's go."
They turned Rachel out to pasture and closed the rear door, then they left the barn for the next action. Randy was feeling feisty for having been abandoned in the harness again; he was kicking and bucking when they arrived.
But when Grace crawled over the padding, her lovely ass tilted upward to reveal the wet auburn curls of her crotch, Randy bleated loudly, and his crimson cock peeled out of its prepuce, to gleam brightly as he pawed at the floor with his hooves.
Dean swung the shield into place, which automatically dropped the barrier between the goat and his object of lust. Randy went up the ramp with no coaxing, stopping to nuzzle and lick the hairy wetness of Grace's crotch. He snorted as he assured himself that this was the source of the heat odor that had excited him, then he mounted her.
Dean watched as the buck's cock slid further out of its hairy sheath and slithered into the auburn-haired glory of Grace's cunt. The bony haunches heaved forward, and the big red prick slid all the way into Grace's sheath, the hairy foreskin wrinkling into her soupy vulva to tickle her clit.
"Oh loving God!" Grace cried out as the prick filled her to the limit and began to wiggle and thrust inside her. its slick shaft was hot, and it seemed to have the ability to flex and probe in all directions, like a prehensile tongue.
Grace's ass began to weave around in circles as the searching, probing prick nudged first one side of her tunnel and then the other. She thrust up at his drives, taking a tuft of his coarse belly hair in the crack of her ass. It teased her asshole maddeningly, and she squirmed all the more wildly.
Her squirming made the hard, searching fucks of the big prick even more effective, and the fuzzy foreskin frictioned her clit so steadily that she began to come in a constant series of short but powerful orgasms.
"Randy!" she squealed. "That hairy… beast cock… is driving me…!" But she continued to roll and shove her ass up at the plunging goat, her flowing cunt trying to engulf the hot meat that teased in and out of it with steady brute fucks.
Dean could read the language of her body as if it were a book; the shudders and tensings and jerkings told him of her multiple climaxes. But he was not concerned for her. She had convinced him in the milking barn that she was almost insatiable once she got started. And he knew that she could call for help whenever she needed it.
So he stood there and watched, feeling the dramatic impact of what he was seeing, but feeling also the unbelievable sensation of a rising erection. He had to look down at the crotch of his pants to believe it.
It could be no more than a half-hour since Grace had sucked him off, yet here he was with a creeping hard-on – the fourth of the day! There was no doubt that his cock was sensitive as hell, but it bothered him a lot more with a hard-on than when it had been behaving naturally, hanging peacefully at rest, to recover from its labors.
He fished it out of his fly and held it, hoping that the discomfort of being gripped would make the swelling go down, so it would bother him less. But he made the mistake of doing it without looking at it.
Had he seen its inflamed head and the abnormal size of its swelling, he might have lost the erection through simple fear of damaging it. And had he gone outside the shed, away from the stirring sight within, or even turned his back on it, he might have cooled down enough to let his prick subside.
But the sight of Randy's lusty humping – the hairy-based cock fucking into the copper curls of Grace's whitely vulnerable crotch was so magnetically compelling that Dean could not take his eyes off it.
He had only two choices, as he thought; whip himself off by hand, or slide into position near Grace's head and stuff his cock into her mouth – he had no doubts about her accepting it.
In the end, what decided him was the view. He could not have squeezed into a better place for a suck-off without losing his ringside seat for the rest of the fantastic performance.
So he simply stood there, leaning against one of the pillars that supported the joists of the shed's second floor, and gently slid his foreskin back and forth on the brutally stubborn erection.
Liquids gleamed and splashed as Randy's beast cock flew in and out of the wet, hairy mess that was Grace's crotch. Dean was fascinated by the fact that her ass still worked so urgently after such a long siege.
It became apparent, after a while, that most of her movement was reflex. There would be periods when her ass barely moved; then Dean could see that she was having another orgasm. Her body would jerk and twitch almost the way it might have done in her sleep.
He felt a brief panic, wondering if she had passed out. Then he heard her whimpering and gasping with the intensity of her climax. So he continued to watch, pumping at his numbing cock, cursing it for the stubborn nuisance it was.
Then he heard Grace scream. He saw the pearly ooze of the goat's semen as it flooded out of her stuffed cunt, and he heard the bellowing and snorting of the animal as it finished gushing its hot load into her body.
His own cock began to spew. It felt as if it were going to fall apart when the tight, thin jets of semen spurted out the end, to splat on the floor. He had very little to expend, and it was soon over. The throbbing ache got worse for a while; then it began to subside.
Randy had dismounted and was standing there in his harness, snorting and wheezing and pawing at the 'door with his hooves. Dean decided to take the animal to its pen; he needed some air himself – especially on the inflamed head of his tortured cock!
He unharnessed the buck and led him outside, then took him across the barnyard to the pen. He unsnapped the lead from the halter, and Randy trotted out of sight around the shed that he Occupied in bad weather.
Dean closed the gate and went back to the machine shed, taking the lead with him. When he reached Grace, he realized that he should have freed her before leaving. She was moaning and swearing as she tried to reach the safety shield from her contorted position.
"Hang on, kid… I'm coming!" he told her. He swung the shield out of the way, noting the tremendous pool of semen that lay on the padding in the vee of her crotch. More was oozing from her hairy snatch as he watched.
"When that goat comes, he really comes!" Dean commented as he helped Grace to her feet. She leaned against him, almost an of her weight braced sideways on him until she managed to make her feet behave.
"You'd better believe it!" she told him. "And he serves it hot, too! My God… it's like lava when it hits!"
He helped her walk to the house, goat come trickling down her legs an the way. He got her as far as the downstairs bathroom. Cole was coming out the doorway as they reached it; he smelled of toothpaste and soap.
"Wow!" he said with a grin, his nose wrinkling at the odor of goat musk that clung to Grace. "You must have joined the billy club. How was it?"
"It's wonderful," Grace said with a weak smile. "Providing you live through the initiation!"
Chapter 10
For everyone but Grace and Dean, lunch was the occasion of bright and witty conversation. The tired pair were not too exhausted to laugh with the others, but they lacked the freshness required for making clever quips and being alert to several conversations at once.
Dean excused himself right after eating, then he flaked out on a living room sofa. Grace was only a few minutes behind him, taking the remaining sofa for a short nap.
Phyllis asked Cole if she could try the billy goat after they finished lunch. When he explained that the stud needed quite a rest after his bout with Grace, the brunette was disappointed, but she brightened up when Cole said that twenty-four hours was enough rest for Randy, if she wanted to plan on a specific time.