Dean Palmer got out of his dusty pickup truck, crossed the gravel to his back porch, opened the door, then stepped inside. It was at least ten degrees cooler in the enclosed porch them the outside, but he stood there and stripped off his clothes and shoes, then he went into the kitchen, leaving his dusty, chaff-covered garments in a heap by the washing machine.
Phyllis Palmer looked up from the sink where she was rinsing salad vegetables. She stared at the gray patches and smears on her husband's hairy body, then she shook her head from side to side.
"One of these days, Dean, you're going to walk in here naked like that and find yourself face-to-face with the Avon lady. Did you finish?"
"We finished Mac's, but we have that corner piece of our own to do tomorrow. That should just about finish it for the year. And what's the matter with my walking in here naked? Would you rather I'd dump my dirty threshing clothes on the bathroom floor?"
Phyllis was staring so hard at Dean's big cock that she almost cut her finger with the paring knife. She was thinking about how long it had been since she had played with her favorite toy; this was the fourth day in a row that the co-op had threshed from 5AM to 6PM, and Dean had gone to bed right after dinner each night and fallen asleep immediately.
"When you come in that back road, you never know whose car may be parked in front of the house," she told him, licking her lips as he shifted his stance, making his cock slap against his thighs. "We'd be the scandal of the county if you came prancing in here like that and ran into Mary Margaret Siebenthaler." Her voice was reprimanding, but mischief danced in her brown eyes.
"Fuck that old gossip!" Dean blurted out, walking across the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. "I'm one citizen she wouldn't dare do any talking about."
Phyllis turned from the sink to cross-examine him on his cryptic comment, but he had disappeared. She finished her trimming and rinsing, chopped the vegetables into the bowl, then leaned against the counter, thinking about how good it would feel to have Dean's prick slide into her cunt and give her a good plowing.
Her thighs squeezed together, forcing the lips of her pussy outward with the pressure. She could feel the dampness gather as she imagined the fullness of his cock inside her, expanding her hot tunnel and tugging at the cloak of her clit with each stroke.
The daydream carried her away, and when she heard the sound of the shower cease in the bathroom, she realized that she was panting and that her thighs were wet with the oozing juices of her excited cunt. She took off her apron and tossed it onto a chair, then started for the bathroom, unfastening her smock-like house-dress as she walked.
Dean's ass was toward her as she approached him. He was bent over, toweling his ankles and feet, his hairy thighs forming parentheses around the wrinkled bag of his scrotum and his balls swinging with the movement of his drying efforts.
Phyllis quietly knelt behind him on the rug. Her hand reached up into his crotch, and her nails scratched gently at the damp skin of his testicles. He straightened up swiftly, emitting a grunt as he moved. He turned around to face her. Phyllis grabbed the swinging pendulum of his cock and began to lick the length of its shaft, giving special attention to the purplish sheen of the knobby head.
"Good God, Phyl!" he groaned. "I have chores to do!" But his hands slipped down to cradle her head, his fingers running through the sleek darkness of her black hair and caressing her behind the ears.
She fastened onto the swollen head of his cock with her lips and gave it a few fast sucks. The stiffened shaft pulsed and the glans swelled even larger. She tasted a prematurely released drop of come as she let the meaty knob slip from her lips.
"No you don't," she told him. "I did the milking when you hadn't shown up by five, and then I fed all the stock. All you're going to do is eat dinner and go to bed… after you take care of your inside chore!"
She got up and took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom. She bent herself over the edge of the big bed, shedding her frock as she moved. Dean saw that she wore nothing under it.
Her lovely ass formed a pair of sleek, rounded buns, golden brown from the sun and exciting to behold. She raised the quivering buns upward, and he saw the glossy hair of her twat cursing wetly in her crotch. The swollen lips of her cunt pouted thickly in the midst of the black forest, and jewels of moisture twinkled at him, telling him of her heated readiness.
He gave a hoarse cry and grabbed the rigid shaft of his prick as he stepped up behind her. The feel of her steamy flesh made him groan as he slid the head of his cock through the lacy curls and wedged it into the sucking mouth of her cunt.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried. "Fuck it, Daddy! It's all hot and squiggly inside!"
He curled his hands around her hips and pulled her to him as he drove into her. The hot slickness of her cunt gulped at his prick; he could feel the velvet wrinkles of her sheath swallowing him as he plunged firmly into her depths.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. The walls of her cunt were literally clasping at him, and he knew that she was worked up to a heat that she had seldom reached without considerable foreplay. He realized that he had neglected her for several days, and she must have grown extra passionate with the waiting.
"I've been… so hungry for… your cock!" she panted. "Oh, Dean… fuck me hard!"
He leaned over her and grabbed her right tit with his right hand. His left hand crept into her crotch and played in the soup of her oozing lubricant. He smeared it around, teasing the outer lips of her cunt with his fingertips, then toying with the hard bud of her clit until she began to moan loudly and buck beneath him.
The length of his strokes and the lateral movement of his ass combined to make her wild, and his teasing of her clit was adding to her excitement until she gasped and whimpered pitifully.
"Short fucks, Dean!" she pleaded. "Stay deep, Daddy… I'm almost… almost… OH-H-H-H!"
Her cunt tightened around him, and Dean drove into her all the way, sinking the fat head of his cock into the end of her tunnel. He groaned as his come gushed hotly out of him, hitting her ways in spasmodic spurts that seemed to drive her even wilder.
He had grabbed her hips again, and now he held her tightly as he spent his load inside her. She jerked and twisted with the violence of her climax.
She retained his cock as long as she could, reaching back of her to hold his withering cock as she whimpered out her finale. His balls were bathed in their juices; his knees felt as if they would start to tremble at any second.
Her hands slipped away from him, and he pulled out of her slowly. He cupped his hands under his cock, then went back to the bathroom to wash off. When he came back, she was still lying there in the same awkward position.
"I needed that!" she said. Her voice was almost a purr. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her sleek ass.
"I guess I did, too," he admitted. "After twelve hours in the field, I wasn't exactly overflowing with energy, but… say, you must be pretty tired, too! Doing all the chores and everything, then getting supper…"
"Not much work to supper tonight," she confessed. "I know how Grace feeds the threshing crews, and I don't want you to eat two heavy meals the same day. You get baked chicken, salad, potatoes, green beans and Jell-O; then off to bed!"
"I see. And is there time-before this 'light' meal-for a bit of liquid relaxation?"
"Sure," she said, getting to her feet slowly. "You make the drinks while I'm cleaning up, and we'll have them in the living room."
She hurried into the bathroom, and Dean went to the kitchen. He got out a bottle of bourbon, splashed it generously over ice cubes in two of their largest glasses, then watered it down a little. He grabbed up a pair of large coasters and took them into the living room with the drinks.
He was settled in his favorite chair, sipping appreciatively at the mellow drink, when Phyllis pined him. She saw that he had slipped into a cool seersucker robe.
"Now, sly one," she said, curling up in the comer of the sofa where she could get a close look at his face, "you cam tell me why you're exempted from Mary Margaret's gossip list."
Dean chuckled devilishly, took another sip of his drink, then stared at his wife with a grin, enjoying the jocularity of the situation. Usually it was Phyllis who filled him in on the local news; she was not prone to gossip, but she seemed to hear a lot from those who were. He stared at her lovely legs; the short cotton frock that she had reclaimed from the bedroom floor was hiked up to her crotch.
"We had a breakdown Monday," he told her. "Thought we'd have to wait for someone to drive over to Spencer for parts. But Hank Van Zant remembered that when he was doing some work for Mary Margaret, he saw quite a few spare parts in the machine shed. Whoever bought Old Man Siebenthaler's equipment after he died must have missed it when they took the threshing machine. I seemed to be the only one around who'd ever spoken more than a good morning to her, so l got elected to go check out the parts she had lying around."
"Hank's driving license is still suspended?" Phyllis asked.
"Yes," Dean said. "But that's not the only reason he didn't go instead of me, even if he does know her better… or did. Seems Mary Margaret caught him pissing behind the barn; told him a man who was too lazy to go to the outhouse was too lazy to work for her. She paid him off and told him not to come back."
"That's funny!" Phyllis said, howling with laughter.
"It's even funnier when you hear what I know about her," Dean promised. "I cut off the ignition and coasted down Siebenthaler Hill and into her lane, so I guess my arrival was pretty silent. When I didn't see or hear that Great Dane of hers, I was afraid he might sneak up from someplace before I got to the door, so I eased the pickup door shut quietly and tiptoed up to the back porch.
"When I looked in through the screen door, I saw why the dog hadn't come out to bark at me. He was fucking Miss Mary Margaret Siebenthaler for all he was worth-right on the dining room floor!"
"I don't believe it!" Phyllis cried. "Not her!" But it was obvious that she did believe. "And you kept quiet about it until now? For three days you kept it to yourself?"
"I've been too tired to talk, if you remember," he said. "But anyhow, I watched until she'd come – moaning and crying like a cat losing its cherry – then I sneaked back to the pickup and eased the door open and slammed it – loud!
"I've never heard such a commotion as went on in that house when I walked up to the porch again. I don't know if those two had gotten hung up or what. But she finally came to the door, hanging onto the dog's collar while he growled at me – maybe because I'd spoiled his fucking – and she was as white as a sheet.
"I told her what I wanted and she said, 'Take 'em; take 'em.' I thanked her and went to the machine shed. I got what we needed and started across the barnyard. There she was, standing on the porch and peering in through the screen door, trying to find out just how much I might have been able to see. She must have seen the way the sun comes in that bay window and lights up the dining room; she was even whiter than before, when she turned to see me standing there. I asked her how much she wanted for the parts.
"'They're yours,' she said. 'I have no need for them.' She was ready straining to see if she could read anything in my face. I guess she must have seen something I couldn't hide. 'You Palmers,' she said. You're not much for talking about people, are you? I know the reputation I have… it's my one weakness… gossip… but I've never talked about you people any. And I'm not malicious in my talking…'
"'Live and let live,' I told her. 'It's a good way to keep it; you don't talk about us, and we don't talk about you. But I do think, Mary Margaret, that you should close your door when you're in need of privacy.'
"'Oh, I will! I will!' she said. 'I didn't realize…' 'Besides,' I said, 'that dog could bust out through this screen if he was really upset. It'd be a shame if someone had to kill him in self-defense; I imagine you think a lot of him. He'd be hard to replace!'
"I could tell by the way she looked at me that she'd gotten the message. As much as that dog means to her, for obvious reasons, she very definitely is not going to do or say anything to make me at all unhappy, even if she thought she could deny anything I might tell about what I saw."
"She must be terrified!" Phyllis said. "You know, I think she must not have left her house since then. Now that I think back, she wasn't at the market Tuesday; I almost always see her there. And she didn't drive past here this morning on her way to the post office, either… I was working in the yard, and I would have seen her."
"It'll do her soul good for a change," Dean told her. "Let her think about what gossip can do. Maybe it'll tone her down a little bit."
Phyllis thought about it all through the meal. Before they left the table, she had made up her mind to call on Mary Margaret in the morning. She told herself that she wanted to assure the poor spinster that her secret was safe; the frightened woman might even commit suicide, not knowing whether she really dared show her face in town.
But subconsciously, Phyllis knew that her strongest motivation for the visit would be another thing entirely. Ever since she had read about the existence of sex-trained dogs, she had been highly intrigued by the idea.
She had even eyed Laddie, their collie, on several occasions when Dean had been too busy to take care of her needs. But she had lacked the nerve to try anything, and she had no idea what might happen, since she had little knowledge about how the training was accomplished.
With the hold she would have on Mary Margaret, there was a good chance that she might be able to wangle a free trial with a dog that was already trained!
She grew more and more excited, anticipating what the novel experience might be like. By the time they went to bed, she was so tingly she knew she would not be able to sleep. Her cunt was pulsating with excitement and its ooze was dampening her thighs; she could not lie still in bed, and she kept twisting and turning.
Dean was not yet asleep; his meal was still not completely digested, and she might be able to stir him up if she hurried. They were uncovered, due to the hot, humid air, so she merely got up and reversed her position in bed.
She began kissing his cock as she lowered her crotch over his face. A grateful thrill rippled through her as his prick grew hard and rose up to her lips. She sucked the head into her mouth and began bobbing over his groin, feeling the knob slide over her tongue smoothly as she stroked.
Dean lay there, enjoying the rising sensations. He inhaled the stimulating fragrance of her cunt juices; the swollen lips were only am inch above his nose. He knew how badly she wanted to be eaten, but he teased her by pretending to be unaware of it.
He knew that his earlier ejaculation would give him greater staying power now, so he could afford to wait for a while. But the exciting woman-smell filled his nostrils, and he grew more eager every second. He licked his lips, and the saliva flowed as he anticipated the taste of her musky cunt juices.
"Hm-m-m… what have we here?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. "Dessert?"
Phyllis had been whimpering nasally as she mouthed his cock; now she moaned and lowered her crotch until the flared lips of her twat squished over Dean's mouth. He gave up all pretense of disinterest as he probed her hole with his tongue, then licked around in the wetness of the fleshy petals and gathered in her dew.
She moaned more loudly as he licked and nibbled at the inside edges of her swollen lips, then flicked the tip of his tongue at the hard little stub of her clit.
Dean breathed in her fragrance as he reveled in the exciting flavor of the honey he was gathering. She was burying his cock in her throat at every stroke, now. He had the feeling that they were more completely connected than ever before. It was like the proverbial pair of snakes; each swallowing the other's tail until they both disappeared completely.
His cock was vibrantly alive a pulsing extension of his mind and soul as well as his body and it was deep inside her head, his balls pressed to her moist lips. He had his tongue once more thrust inside her cunt, probing as far as he could reach.
He had a momentary fantasy in which he imagined that he was so far within her at both ends that he could touch the tip of his tongue to the head of his cock.
Phyllis was moving her ass in circles now. She was steaming with passion, and for every little fuck he gave her with his tongue, she gave him a good suck that made him groan into her cunt with a sound of ecstatic pleasure.
She was nearing her climax, and she gloried in the joyful connection that melted them together. She wanted him to eat her cunt until she exploded, and she was fiercely greedy for the hot come that she knew he would give her soon.
Her ass was moving up and down, now, as well as in lateral and spiral jerks. Dean was growing more excited, too. He fucked up into her delicious mouth, meeting her nods with gentle but demanding thrusts that pressed his cock along her tongue and into her throat.
She was giving it powerful little sucks each time it withdrew, leaving only the mammoth head behind her lips. And from the way Dean was groaning into her cunt, she knew he was about to unload.
Dean seized her clit in his lips, and he began to give her suck for suck. She moaned around the hard flesh that filled her mouth, and she felt her heated body swell as though it might explode at any moment.
Then she began to come, and Dean had to grab her by the cheeks of her ass and hold her cunt to his mouth as she shook and jerked in the hard spasm of her orgasm.
He felt his guts tighten, then his sperm boiled up and shot into her mouth. She swallowed as each jet splashed against her throat, and they kept coming together until they broke apart as if controlled by the same puppet master.
Groans filled the room, then there was only the sound of heavy breathing as they lay there on the sweat-soaked sheet and panted. Dean felt as if a giant hand bad grabbed him around the middle and wrung him like a sponge; he bad never felt so drained.
"I've had it, baby!" he said hoarsely. "If you need more, I'm afraid you'll have to get it from Laddie; this threshing seems to take a lot out of me."
From the kitchen came a soft whine of recognition as the big collie heard his name. But he knew he was not allowed in any other room of the house, so he heaved a heavy canine sigh, then grew quiet.
Phyllis knew that Dean had been joking, but she refused to pass up the opportunity to sound him out. She changed her position so that she was not lying in such a damp spot on the sheet; she swallowed and took a deep breath.
"You're all talk," she said, hoping that she had just the right amount of teasing mixed with sincerity in her voice. "Even if I got so hot I was about to lose my mind, you'd be mad if I let Laddie get to me."
"I don't know…" Dean's voice was speculative as well as sleepy. "Most animals are cleaner than humans… and he sure as hell can't knock you up! Jesus, but I'm tired…"
Phyllis listened quietly for a while. Soon she heard Dean's soft snoring sounds. She moved very carefully to right herself in bed, then lay with her head off the pillow as she thought about visiting Mary Margaret.
Just before she fell asleep, she wondered if she should take one of Laddie's bones from the freezer for the Great Dane… there was nothing like starting off on the right foot…