She rolled the swollen gumdrop on her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her mouth. Dean continued to gasp and groan, and she reached up take him by the hips, tipping him over onto his side. Now he lay there, panting and moaning, while she marinated the up of his cock in her mouth.
It became too good for him, and he knew he had to make a fast decision. It was so sweetly restful and exciting to just lay there and let her mouth-fuck him, suck his sperm out in willing gushes. But he could let her do that later… she could suck him off even when he was too spent to get fully hard.
"No!" he groaned loudly as he pulled away from her sweetly clinging lips. "I want to fuck into that juicy pussy of yours, Grace! Oh, God, how I want to fuck that cunt!"
He hurried into position, crawling into the welcoming vee of her willingly spread thighs and laying the gigantically swollen tip of his cock in the warm ooze of her gash. She whimpered at the contact, still sensitive from her climax, and he spiraled the knob in the vortex of her cunt, slipping into the quivering, gelatin-like lips of her inner mouth.
"Yes!" Grace shrieked. "Oh, fuck it all the way in, Dean!"
He shoved slickly into her sheath. It closed around him in wet, warm claspings as he plowed through to her tunnel's end. Her gasping and gurgling announced her joy as he began to back off and thrust again.
The outer lips of her cunt splayed around the base of his cock as he drove in all the way again. His balls made a wet squishing sound as they splatted into the drooling lower edges of the lips, then swung beneath to hit her in the ass.
Grace swiveled her hips and pelvis, providing a rotary, screwing movement that counterattacked the deep fucks of Dean's driving cock. They worked like a machine, timed to perfection, working at maximum efficiency to produce their hot juices.
"Oh, Dean… give me your tongue!" Grace cried as she felt her numerous thrills melting into one gigantic sensation that would soon explode into an orgasm.
He leaned down until their mouths met. Her tongue was greedily licking at his lips as she panted hotly into his mouth. But the moment he thrust out his tongue to her, she sucked it into her lips and continued to suck at it fiercely.
Dean knew it was the symbolism of his cock she sought. She wanted to suck him off and be fucked by him at the same time. And to him, it was equally satisfying. The sweet warmth of her mouth, sucking off his tongue avidly, added another dimension to the thrills of her juicy, hot cunt as it now began to milk him off with its frantic claspings.
He fucked into her depths for the last drive and forced his balls into her. The hot gushes zapped into the limits of her cunt with telling effect. Grace cried out joyfully and went into her finale. As his cock shot its final globs into her cunt, Dean felt her violent jerks begin.
She quaked heavily as her twat convulsed, milking him off until he was painfully drained. He pulled out of her and let her relax peacefully, to shiver through the joy of her afterglow, while he lay back on the pillow to recover. Already, he was looking forward to the moment when she would come after him with her greedy mouth and take from him the last drop of semen he could give her.
And before the smeary wetness on his prick had begun to dry, he felt her warm breath blowing on his crotch…
Chapter 12
Mary Margaret Siebenthaler now realized what a bit of wishful thinking could do to a person. When she had told Dean that she could do without Victor's cock while his stitches healed, because Dean had released her so beautifully that it would last, she had indulged in a self-delusion common to the inexperienced.
Now that she actually was forced to do without cock for several days, she was ready to climb the walls. She had evaded a direct answer to Phyllis Palmer's question about the frequency of her coupling with Victor, because she was embarrassed to admit the extent of her lust.
It was true that Dean had stirred her more deeply with the expert completeness of his treatment than she had ever been stirred by Victor. But she discovered by the third day that no matter how good sex is, the effects do not last. She was as starved for cock as she would have been for food during a fast of the same length.
And it was even more torturing when Dean brought Victor home from the clinic. The cock was right there in the house with her, but she could not take advantage of it. It would be terrible if she let her unbridled lust cause the dog pain even necessitate sending him back to be restitched!
She could kick herself now for not at least attempting to seduce Dean when he brought the dog home. That had been two days ago, but a hot piece of nuts then would have calmed her down, and she would not have progressed to the state she was in now!
But Dean had been in a hurry; something about taking too much time off on the weekend and getting behind with his work on the farm. She had not had the heart to delay him, even though she had reason to believe he rather liked her in bed.
Now she was almost at her limit; she had examined Victor's foreskin three times today – hoping it would look more healed at each examination – and the dog was unhappy, too, her handling of him caused him to get a hard-on, and he would whine as the swelling increased his discomfort.
Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she told Victor to guard the house, got into her pickup, and drove over to the Palmer farm. To her bitter disappointment, there was a note on the back door, telling anyone who called that the Palmers were gone for the day.
Mary Margaret was frantic. She remembered Phyllis telling her about Laddie, and she called for fifteen minutes, hoping the dog would show up. She thought that perhaps she could train Laddie in the emergency – get at least one good fuck out of him.
She finally had to deduce that the Palmers had taken their dog with them, wherever they were gone to, so she got into her pickup with a heavy heart and an itching, creamy cunt, and started for home.
A half-mile down the road, Mary Margaret braked to a halt and wet her lips excitedly as she recalled something else Phyllis had told her. Laddie had a brother… what was his name? McDog! Yes, the McDonalds had him!
She sat there as she tried to think up an excuse to borrow McDog for a while. Soon she pulled off the shoulder onto the road and headed for the McDonald farm.
McDog was in the barnyard to greet her as she got out of the pickup. He was a handsome beast, all right; now if she could get the McDonalds to lend him to her…
Cole McDonald came out of the house while she was petting McDog and talking to the animal, pleased to see how friendly he was and that he appeared to be quite virile his red cock peeked out the tip of his sheath, perhaps because he could smell her female heat.
"Good afternoon, Mary Margaret!" Cole said. "Haven't seen you for ages. How are you?"
"Fine, Cole, thank you. How's Grace?" She had known the couple since the first week they were on their farm, but usually she saw them only at Grange meetings, since she seldom went out after the death of her father.
"She's fine. She's not home today, though; went to the city with the Palmers to do some shopping. Come on in out of the sun, Mary Margaret. I'll pour you a cider or something."
She went inside, wondering if she could find the right moment to make her request. In a way, she was glad Grace was away now; women could see through each other so much more easily. Cole would be unsuspicious and easy to fool; men usually were quicker to be generous with women, too.
She accepted a glass of wine on the rocks, then sat across from Cole. For the first few minutes, the conversation was confined to weather, agriculture m general, and polite queries by Mary Margaret about the success of the goat dairy. Then she grew impatient and changed the subject.