"I hate to play second fiddle to a goat," George told her. "But if you're all wound up for action, I'd like to see if I can find the switch that turns you on."
Hearing about Grace's session – told around the lunch table partly by Grace and Dean and augmented by Cole's retelling of what Grace had related to him – had stirred Phyllis considerably. She had ventured into the exciting field of animal sex with Victor; now she was eager to try any and all beasts that proved to be capable of providing her with an orgasm!
"I'm hot to trot, all right," she confessed. "And there's no one I'd rather dance with thaw you, George." She stood up as he pulled her chair from the table.
She was thinking that, since she had to sublimate her urge to couple with animals until later, there ought to be no better substitute than a man whose profession was animal medicine and surgery! Maybe she could learn a lot from him…
Once they had undressed, Phyllis saw the sleek satin of George's cock begin to swell as he studied her. She knew that her body was sexually enticing, and she loved to see the proof of it in men's eyes, in the way they wet their lips when they looked at her, and most especially in the virile lift of their cocks.
Seeing his prick harden for her made her even more ready for him. She felt the wetness of her cunt as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, studying the taut sac of his balls and the steadily rising, constantly swelling shaft of his cock.
"Was Dot kidding me," she asked, "or can you really make yourself come whenever you want?"
"I've learned enough Yoga to exert a certain amount of control over it," he told her.
"Oh, show me, George!" she begged, her brown eyes snapping with excitement.
"Okay," he agreed. "I'll try it for you. Prop yourself up at the head of the bed with pillows. Then spread yourself open for me, so I can stir up things by looking at you."
Phyllis complied, and when she was settled, George took up his lotus position facing her. She was leaning well back against the pillows, her feet brought up to her buttocks to brace herself in place, and her knees far apart to spread her thighs for him.
George deliberately ignored her tantalizing twat for the first part of his demonstration, and she wondered why he was not looking at her as he began to shift his position to get comfortable.
"First, I'll do something even more difficult for me to do," he told her. "With you so close to me, I find it automatic to get a hard-on. But I'll show you real control by making it go down."
He concentrated as she watched, fascinated; in a minute, she saw the heavy blue veins of his shaft begin to diminish, and the size slowly decrease as the prick softened and sank to his balls, limber and at rest.
"Amazing!" Phyllis gasped. She knew how stubborn Dean's erection could be; before they were married, he had gotten hard while dancing with her and couldn't make it go down.
"Now it's easy to get it back up," he said. "All I have to do is look at you; no Yoga to that part of it with you around."
He gazed at the stimulating sight of her crotch, spread out to his view like a buffet lunch. At the very bottom, not quite hidden in the depression of the bed beneath her, he could see the beige pinkness of her asshole, its soft wrinkles moving slightly with the reflex of her excitement.
Around her winking asshole and up through the seam of her crotch ran the rich forest of her glossy black hairs. They were thicker as they reached the slope of her mounded snatch. And the lips of her twat were thickened with desire, pouting fatly and appearing taut at the corners where the pull of her parted thighs tugged at their tender flesh.
The sweetly pink meat of her cunt was beginning to darken as her lust increased, the flush spreading out and upward onto her sleek belly like a blush on a schoolgirl's cheeks. And there was decided moistness covering the appetizing desk; it glistened wetly and shed an occasional drop that ran down in the trough formed by the lower edges of the hairy lips.
Her inner lips were Eared slightly, also thickened with the engagement of passion, and the dark entrance to her tunnel was a compelling hole of mystery that made him wet his lips and swallow the saliva that was collecting in his mouth.
He heard Phyllis gasp at the astounding renewal of his erection; she was thrilled by the muscular appearance it presented with its venous bulges standing out like ropes on the rigid shaft. The purplish head was swollen to a shiny knob that gleamed moistly in the light of the room.
As she watched it, enthralled by its virile shape, the head and shaft pulsed, seeming to swell even more. A drop appeared at the tight hole of his urethra; the drop grew larger, then hung there briefly. An abrupt stream of milky semen shot out, carrying the thin drop away and spewing onto the sheet in a string.
There was another tensing of the shaft, but no more fluid was ejected, though his cock appeared to be straining itself with the effort to hold back. She heard him grunt, and when she looked up at his face, she saw the sweat of his efforts on his brow.
"Oh, George!" she said, tilting herself forward and bracing herself with her hands on the bed. She licked up the heavy string of come and swallowed it, then kissed the end of his cock, sucking the residue out of his tube.
"Sit back again!" he pleaded. "I have to rest for a bit so we can get to the fun and games."
She pushed herself back against the pillows, reclining as if relaxed, but showing her excitement in every facial expression and every burning glance at him. She licked her lips to savor the last taste of his semen, then waited tensely for him.
Drops gathered swiftly in her cunt, now. They seemed to roll from the very pores of her vulva and seep from the dark hole of her vagina, filling the little pool at the lower lips until it reached the hairy brim.
George had closed his eyes until his erection went down. He opened them to see the honey leaking from the pitifully vulnerable mouth of her cunt. He gave a soulful cry and unlocked his legs to fall forward; his mouth closed over the wet gash of her twat and he sucked up the juice loudly.
"Oh-h-h!" Phyllis moaned. "You got it in time, George!" She had felt the coolness where the liquid gathered, just as she had felt the terrible Intensity of her creaming.
Now she whimpered as he licked at the wet inner edges of her quivering lips and the oozing hole of her cave. He tongue-fucked her and she moaned steadily, then stiffened and jerked as she came violently with a tiny cry of joy.
George sucked her clit into his lips, and she began to cry, short sobs racking her as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had wanted him to milk her clit, suck at the little bud until she was ready to explode, but coming prematurely had made her too sensitive to let it continue. Her clit felt as if it were on fire.
"Wait!" she sobbed. "Oh, wait, George!" He raised up and saw the intensity of her emotion, then sat back to watch the shivers and twitches of her convulsing climax as she slowly converted her sobbing to soft gasps and moans.
Her cunt flesh pulsed as he watched, and his excitement began to grow. He had to concentrate to keep from shooting the rest of his wad on the sheet. His Yoga experiments had presented that one liability. Once the mental paths had been blazed, his mind could so easily cause him to erupt without much physical stimulation that he had to be on guard.
When Phyllis had calmed considerably, he crawled up to her and laid the head of his cock in her wet twat, feeling the damp black hairs tickle his balls and the base of his prick as he shoved it all the way into her.
Her sheath spread for him as his knob plowed up her tunnel, then closed around him claspingly in gentle spasms. He began to fuck her with long, slow strokes that almost popped his knob out of her hole at one second, then buried it in her soft limits at the next.