He got up and undressed quickly as she trembled through her finale. His cock was throbbing eagerly as he crawled back onto the bed. She had brought her legs together in reflex, and her hand was pressed over her bush as if she sought to still the turmoil inside her, or perhaps to seal off the escape of so much pleasure.
Dean watched her knees while they slowly relaxed. Then he got a grip on her calves and moved them apart; he was staring right into her bush. He separated her thighs, and her gash opened under, staring back at him reddishly, its deep sex flush making it more appetizing than ever.
As he watched the inner lips pouting around her hole, he saw it wink at him in a spasm. With a loud groan, he crawled into the vee of her thighs and grabbed his cock in his hand. He shoved it into the wet bush, moved it around in the slippery lips, then got it centered in the soft wet flesh of her velvet cunt.
He eased it into her slowly, feeling the moist furrow close around his prick as he entered her. Her ass was again moving; this time the upward thrust was more pronounced. She was hot to receive him and eager for action.
"Ooo-h-h!" she breathed ecstatically. "All the way, Dean! Get into me ad the way!"
He drove home, pressing his balls into the wet fuzziness of her cunt, and she moaned her pleasure. Dean leaned down and kissed her lips, the movement carrying her ass off the bed as his cock lifted her with its impalement, supported by the leverage of his pubic bone and hips.
Her tongue darted out to him, and he gave it a fast suck, then thrust his tongue into her lips. She sucked it into her mouth as he started to lunge into her with long, delicious fucks that rippled softness of her cunt flesh and made it cling to him wetly.
They had to abandon the kiss, to concentrate on the rest of the action, and Dean gradually changed his strokes, rotating and spiraling and dipping, feeling out every delightful fold and nook of her clasping cunt.
"Oh, Dean!" she cried. "It's beautiful… if only it could last! But I think… oh, yes! Oh God, yes… yes-s-s s!"
He felt her cunt tighten up on him and her body begin to tense. He knew it was time to join her. Releasing an his control, he concentrated on the voluptuous sweetness of her hot, wet pussy, and as he drove into her for the final thrust, he felt his groin tense and jerk. His sperm shot into her depths, and she uttered whimpering little cries as the hot fluid flooded her tunnel.
They clung together fiercely until her spasms were almost over. Dean flexed his sphincter a few times to drain his cock, and the resulting swelling of his glans gave her a parting thrill before he pulled out of her pussy.
He had been too busy before, but now he could hear Victor whining and scratching at the bedroom door. He was glad it was closed. Now he was not so sure he wanted to drive the dog to Doc Lambert's office, unless he chained him in the bed of the pickup. Victor would have to be pretty dense not to know that Dean had usurped some of his fucking!
As if she had read his mind, Mary Margaret reached over and patted him on the thigh and smiled before she raised her head and called out to the dog to silence him. When Victor had ceased his whining, she lay back and smiled at Dean again.
"I hope you won't mind taking Victor with you now," she told him. "This would be a good time to take care of it, since it will put him out of action for a while. I feel as if what you've done for me will last a long time!"
Chapter 4
"Is it all right if we bring another couple with us next Friday night?" George Lambert asked as he put down his hammer. He and Cole were in the machine shed on the McDonald farm, putting the finishing touches on what George had tagged "the billy-girl machine.
"Why… I guess so," Cole replied. "You mean a local couple?" He wondered if it were possible that he had been underrating the community as a bunch of squares.
"Harlan and Barbara Gates," George said. "We've been swapping with them for a while, and I know they'd join the party if we asked them."
Cole almost tripped over his feet as he crossed to the workbench to pick up his half-finished can of beer. Harlan Gates was the junior partner of the county's top law firm and a descendant of the founders of Gatesville!
"You make a career out of surprising people," Cole complained. "And it seems to be 'Shock McDonald' week. Wow! Unless Gatesville is more broadminded thaw I think, Harlan is rising his chance to be our next senator for a little spice in his sex life."
"I think he believes that he wouldn't enjoy his intended political career, if he couldn't enjoy his personal life the way he likes it. If he does get elected, you can bet he'll push liberalization of our sex freedoms."
"Just how free is he in his thinking?" Cole asked.
"Pretty much the same as I am. Which reminds me, Mac, that you promised to let me take a try at a nanny after we finished our project. How about it?"
"Let's go," Cole said. "Bring your beer with you; it might take me a while to round her up."
George followed him to the milking barn and waited while Cole went into the inner pasture to search for Rachel or any goat that might appear to be in heat. It took almost fifteen minutes to locate Rachel; he found her in a group at the fence, sniffing at Randy's pen.
He led her into the barn and up onto the first milking platform. When her head was in the stanchion, George walked up behind her and studied the oozing squishiness of her cunt. Cole saw that the sight had stimulated the vet; his cock was bulging his slacks at the crotch.
"Okay, Doc," Cole told him. "This is Rachel. You're on your own. I'll just stand back and take lessons from a professional who knows animals inside and out."
George spent a few minutes talking to the goat, patting and stroking her Ranks, then he listened to the sound of her soft bleating in an attempt to learn her individual temperament. When he felt that she was not uneasy around him, he began to finger her dripping twat, smearing her ooze around gently, and cautiously probing into her cunt with his fingers.
His other hand was busy unhinging his cock, and Cole saw from the sidelines that George was far from ill-equipped for the job. He had a rigid erection of enviable proportions, perhaps a bit smaller in diameter than Cole's, but at least an inch longer.
Cole watched as the vet braced himself on the sloping ramp of the platform and eased the tip of his cock into the warm oozing lips of the goat's cunt.
"Steady, Rachel," he said in a soothing voice. She bleated once and her tail bobbed and shook, but she held her stance as George slowly fed the meat to her. She took it without kicking or moving her hooves, but her bleating increased as he slowly filled her with his cock.
George was perspiring with the effort of forcing himself to take it slow; he was excited with the novel feel of the heated, oily sheath that was swallowing his prick. When he gave her the final inch, she bleated more loudly than ever, and George felt something twitter and shift inside her, a gentle fluttering around the head of his cock.
"God! What an exciting cunt!" he groaned. He began to fuck into her with short, careful strokes, relishing the smooth, slick lining of her cunt and the way it seemed to worm around, clasping and writhing over his moving shaft.
Cole moved in closer, anxious to see at close range what he had been too busy to think about during his own bout with the sexy goat. He watched the shaft of George's prick plow into the swollen meat of Rachel's cunt, pushing the edges of the clinging lips inside her with the friction of the forceful thrust. Then it withdrew, its light skin shiny with the glistening juice of the vaginal lubricant, and the outer portion of the sheath seemed to turn almost inside out as it clung to the moving prick.
"Christ! What a sensation!" George said in a hoarse voice. Cole could no longer watch; his own cock was throbbing with eagerness. He went back to the pasture, peering intently at the rear end of each goat he passed, searching for mother twat with the telltale ooze of sexual heat.