"Beautiful!" she moaned. "Oh, what a… beautiful cock! It feels so… good inside me!" Her ass began to move, reaching up as her cunt gulped at him, milked his prick in liquid claspings that had him groaning his excitement steadily.
He fucked back into her, thrusting hard to bury himself in her juiciness, relishing the feel of her quivering slickness as greatly as he had relished its taste.
They flew at it, fucking at each other desperately, tightly, crying out as the thrills multiplied in their guts, feeling the juices ooze out around their plunging connection.
The hairy lips of her cunt clung to his shaft as it slid out of her, then puckered inward as he drove heatedly toward the end limit of her tunnel.
"Cole!" she cried. "Do it in me! Oh, do lots of it! I'm… oh, Cole! DO IT!"
She began to shudder, gently at first, then in jerking waves as her orgasm was really launched. Cole jerked his ass tightly, hammering his cock into her depths, then he spewed heavily, hearing her sobs as each splash hit her tunnel's end.
Her spasms slowly faded until she was able to breathe without gasping. Her eyes fluttered open to look into Cole's face, and he smiled warmly at her, then he pulled his cock out of her slowly.
"You must think I'm awful!" she said. "But I couldn't help yelling like that. I was so… it's been so long…"
"Don't let it worry you," he told her. "Sex is at its best when you let your partner know what you want and when you want it. And never apologize for doing what comes naturally. That's the reason people have hangups; they worry about opinions. Hell, we all have our pet sexual interests." Margaret caught his slight emphasis of the word "pet".
"You know what I wanted McDog for… don't you?"
"I guessed. So what's wrong with that? Anything that's fun and doesn't hurt anyone or anything else can be only good; it's the sick meddlers – people who have to pull everyone down to their own level of limitations – that make trouble. On this farm, we do what we want to about sex. Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay with us for a while?"
Cole grinned at her confidently, and she had to laugh as she gave him an affirmative nod. Then she got serious again.
"Could I… do something I want to… right now…?"
"Of course," he told her. He had a premonition that she was about to call McDog and try her luck with him. He couldn't blame her for that; she'd been hard up for several days and, after all, she was sort of hung up on fucking dogs.
"I've never tried it," she said. "But all of a sudden, I'm anxious to see what it's like." She got up and put her hands on his thighs, then dipped her head into his lap and seized the tip of his smeary cock in her lips.
Cole groaned as she sucked at it, rim her tongue around the tender coronal ridge, then sucked again. She let it fan from her lips, made smacking sounds with her tongue and palate, then got a bright glow in her eyes.
"Oh, Cole!" she said in a voice full of wonder. "I've read about it… could I try it… with you? Suck you all the way, I mean?" She blushed beautifully.
"Be my very welcome guest!" he told her. "But since it is your first time, let me give you a couple of pointers. Try not to touch it with your bare teeth; take it slow until you get used to it – don't try to get it an in your throat at once and be ready for some fast swallowing, so you won't choke."
She wasted no time even in answering; she nodded quickly and swooped down on his cock with her mouth. This time she licked at the shaft and his balls, seeking more of the semen flavor she had found on his knob. When she had him clean, she took the head in her lips once more.
"Oh, baby!" Cole groaned ecstatically. "Your mouth is really sweet… so wet and warm and soft… like oiled silk!"
Mary Margaret slowly nodded her head, taking in a little more of him at each stroke until finally she had his knob pushing at the back of her throat. Having gotten her throat and palate used to the feel of the intruding glans, she grew bolder, nodding faster and faster as she went on.
"Great, baby!" he told her. "Just wonderful! But now you should start to build up some suction… seal your sweet lips around it… that's it, honey! Oh God! That's fantastic! Now… stroke… suck… stroke… suck… oh, Mary Margaret! I do love the way you eat my cock, little darling! Oh Jesus! Let me reach down and get your tits in my hands… oh suck, baby! Uncle Cole's got a hot meal for you!"
She was frantically greedy now, sucking as if she could get the flavor of what was coming soon. Her hands worked at his thighs, kneading the flesh, just as his hands kneaded her tits while he squeezed the nipples between his fingers. She was moaning nasally, as if she were about to come.
"Oh-h-h, suck, little sweetheart!" he groaned, feeling the heat of his fluid as it gurgled in his groin, prostate and balls. "It's on the way, doll baby! Oh, suck it off, honey! Drink it up! Oh, Mary Margaret! SU-UH-UH-UCK!"
He erupted powerfully. His semen spurted into her throat in gushing gobs. She swallowed desperately, almost choked once, but managed to keep up with the tremendous flow he was giving her.
Then he was through squirting, and she was sucking, sucking, sucking at the throbbing head as she moaned into a wild climax of her own. Cole finally had to take her head in his hands and lift it off the ecstatically pulsing ache that was his spent cock.
She grabbed him, puffed his head down to hers, then put her wet lips to his. She sucked at his mouth, and he gave her his tongue; she pulled greedily, making hot, gasping little sucks that drew at his tongue powerfully.
Then her biggest orgasmic convulsions were over, and she got a little control over herself. Their mouths parted, and Cole tasted the odd flavor of his come. He patted her head and smiled warmly at her.
"Mary Margaret… if you don't accept my invitation, I'll be tempted to kidnap you. God, but you're really something else. I hate to think of you wasting all of your sexy beauty and talents on just Victor. Now, if you stay here, I could teach you a few things Victor might not know. And then there's Randy, of course."
"Randy?" She was intrigued at hearing a name that she secretly associated with sex; she always told Victor he was randy when he nosed into her crotch to tell her he wanted to fuck.
"I'll introduce you to him. Go on into the bathroom there and freshen up before you put on your clothes – although you don't need anything but your dress to go outside if you intend to stay. There's a douche thing just inside the top drawer in there. Come on, little sweetheart; then I can take you out and introduce you to Randy."
Thirty-five minutes later he led her up to the gate of the stud goat's pen, opened it, then ushered her inside. Her nostrils were dilated as widely as Randy's were; she sniffed his musky odor into her lungs, then gripped the top rail of the pen as she swayed on her feet.
Randy had caught the faint odor of fresh woman-heat on her, and his red goat cock was sliding out, exhibiting slightly more meat than she had accommodated to date.
"You mean… he can… you have him trained to…" Her eyes were smoky bright with rekindled desire
"He didn't need training; just restraining. And we have a rig that keeps him under control. All you have to do is get up the nerve to risk that big cock and…"
"How many days did you say you wanted me to stay with you?" she asked.
Meanwhile, back at the Palmer farm, the Lamberts and the Palmers, after having left a note on the door to the effect that Dean and Phyllis were away, were about to conduct another experiment in animal husbandry. Having no goats at hand, Dean and George had thought up the novel idea of breaking the Palmers' pet pig, Bessie, in to the joys of sex with humans.
George, Dorothy and Phyllis were waiting expectantly in the barn, Phyllis proudly showing the Lamberts how tame Bessie was.
"This will be her first time," Phyllis said. "We've never mated her, we've always thought of her more as a pet than anything else."