For everyone but Grace and Dean, lunch was the occasion of bright and witty conversation. The tired pair were not too exhausted to laugh with the others, but they lacked the freshness required for making clever quips and being alert to several conversations at once.
Dean excused himself right after eating, then he flaked out on a living room sofa. Grace was only a few minutes behind him, taking the remaining sofa for a short nap.
Phyllis asked Cole if she could try the billy goat after they finished lunch. When he explained that the stud needed quite a rest after his bout with Grace, the brunette was disappointed, but she brightened up when Cole said that twenty-four hours was enough rest for Randy, if she wanted to plan on a specific time.
"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.
"Oh, George, you fuck nice!" she whispered, reaching down to clasp his ass with her hands, trailing her fingers in his crack and feeling the wrinkles of his asshole sensuously with her fingertips. "But I'm afraid… I'm going to… come again… quick! Oh, squirt it, George!" She stiffened, pulling at the cheeks of his ass and probing his asshole with a finger as her body again shuddered and jerked.
He loosed a series of hot blobs in her, feeling the extra jerks of her reaction to them and the matching sharp moans as she acknowledged the shots.
The come washed out around his moving prick and he fucked it back into her with what was left of his erection. When he was quite limber, she stopped shuddering; there was only an occasional twitch as her spasms faded.
He pulled out of her and flaked out on the sheet at her side. She took several deep breaths, then let out a loud sigh as she rolled over to face him.
"You play second fiddle to no one!" she said fervently. "And you're my special vet from now on, Doctor… I'm liable to call you whenever my pussy has a fever!"
"Come on, Big Dick!" Dorothy Lambert said, taking Harlan's hand and pulling him toward the stairs. "Dottie has two hungry mouths to feed, and it's mealtime!"
They went up and entered a bedroom, Harlan stripping first, then Dot. She wet her lips lustfully as she stared at the heavy hang of his meat. She had squealed her discomfort the first two times he had pronged her, but she had come to love the fat cock for the way it stretched her cunt, massaging all her grooves to perfection.
Dot sat on the bed, her legs close together, ready to play a game the two of them had developed since they had been swapping. Harlan walked over, his trim muscular body contrasted by the fat tube of flesh that swung as he approached her.
"What've you got under that pile of straw?" he asked, reaching a finger into the golden hairs of her lower belly.
"A big hole!" she told him with a smug, little girl expression.
"What's the hole for?" he queried.
"It's an animal trap," she replied.
"What kind of animals are you after?" he asked.
"My hole's just the right size for an elephant," she said.
He took her legs in his hands, tipped her back on the bed, and spread her wide open; bending his face down, he licked into the wet gash and slid his tongue into her hole, wiggling it around and making it fuck her for several seconds.
"I don't think so," he told her. "It may be deep enough, but you need a wider opening than that for an elephant. Let me help you make it a little bigger."
He had become rigid as he talked, and now he placed the fat tip of his cock against the slippery mouth of her hole, then drove into her. The breath whooshed out of her, and she grunted as he hit bottom, his big bag of nuts pressed into the wet outer lips of her twat and the crack of her ass.
"Ha! You're wrong!" she cried, gasping at the fullness of his prick swelling her sheath so magnificently. "Because I just caught one! I can feel his trunk, even if I can't see it!"
"Oh, fuck his trunk!" Harlan growled.
"You know… I think I win!" she said. Her ass began to lift off the sheets as she fucked up at him, her cunt working at the big hunk of meat with wet greed. Harlan raised his ass to give her a bit more range, and she soon was screwing up into him fiercely.
"Christ! What a fuck-box you have there, Dottie!" he moaned. She had expanded enough now to get her constrictor muscles into play. At the top of every stroke, she tightened her cunt, then held it snugly around his meat as she dropped away, milking his prick brutally. "It's like a hungry calf," he told her.
"It's hungry, all right!" she gasped. "And it's going to… suck you off until… it gets a hot meal!"
She pounded up at him, her cunt oozing juice at every stroke, her hands puking on the cheeks of his ass in a desperate struggle to stuff herself fun of cock. She was breathing harder now, with the effort of her fucking and the swift increase of her passion.
"Gotta rest, Big Dick!" she gasped finally. "Fuck that horse cock into me!"
He took over the action, his ass rising and falling like a pile driver, plowing the fat prick through the slippery sheath of her vagina, stretching it tight and frictioning the walls constantly with the big knob.
"Ooh, you sweet, juicy cunt!" he groaned, sliding his hands under her ass and prodding her puckered asshole with a deft finger. "Eat hearty, the nest meal goes into Dottie's asshole!"
He wiggled the tip of his finger into the wrinkled softness of her winkie as he spoke. Dot squealed at the shock, delivered at the moment that she was visualizing her asshole being tom apart by his massive prick.
"Oh, Har!" she cried, carried to her limit by the fantasy of taking his cock in her rear. "Empty your balls!" She convulsed tightly around him as the first quake tore over her. As a more intense spasm hit, she farted squeakily around his probing finger and moaned loudly.
Harlan filled her cunt with a savage drive and spewed globs of his semen into the greedy maw. She bucked under him, her ass doing wild things as she sought to swallow the meal – come, cock and all – in the gulps of her convulsions.
He emptied himself of the final gushes, then pinned her there as he tightened his sphincter, swelling the big knob against her innermost walls several times. She shrieked at the ultimate ecstasy and lay there, quivering like an impaled butterfly.
Harlan pulled out of her, slipping his finger out of her constantly spasming asshole at the same time. He knee-walked over the springy bed until his softened prick dangled at her lips
"Wanna lick the limber timber, Dottie?" he asked her. She opened her passion-thickened eyelids, stared up at him, then reflected a lustful light in her eyes. Her head turned, and her ripe lips took the dripping knob and sucked it into her mouth
He clenched his teeth at the voluptuous torture while she sucked the last string of come out of him He pulled away, and she licked at the smeary shaft, cleaning it from knob to base. Then she licked the sticky come from his balls until he had to roll away from her and lie down to rest.
Dot made satisfied sounds and wiggled contentedly into the sheet as if she were a bitch dog making a nest in the straw. Her hand was pressed to her cunt in an attempt to provide just enough stimulus to prolong her afterglow
"Mm-m-m-m… nice!" she whispered.
"Tell your little asshole to think big!" he said. "Give it the fifteen minutes I'm resting, to get used to the idea."
"I'll clue you, my large-peckered friend," she said. "This girl's asshole is never going to get used to the idea of being tom up by that monster!"
"You mean I'm not going to get to put my roast in your rear oven?" he asked in an exaggerated tone of disappointment.
"You're not going to need an oven," she said. "I'm gonna eat that son of a bitch raw!"
"That's what I'm afraid of… it was raw after you ate it the last time!"
"Okay… no teeth today… I promise."
"In that case, you can crawl down there and start sucking off the women-splitter right now. I'm getting the jumping hots just thinking about your sweet lips on my knob!"
Dot didn't hesitate; she was still feeling the warm inner tingles of her climax, and the exciting taste of his come was still in her mouth. She maneuvered into the vee he quickly made of his legs, then began licking the limp blimp of his cock with a saliva-dripping tongue.
It hardened slowly, and she had licked and sucked his shaft and balls considerably by the time it erected to stand on its own. Dot made a moist, rubbery "O" of her lips, then slipped the fleshy ring over the tip of his knob. He gasped as thrills rippled over his balls and through his groin, then groaned as she began to slide up and down on his meaty pole.
"Oh-h! That's my Dottie!" he said hoarsely. "Pump it out, baby… work it loose and suck it out…"
She nodded greedily, filling her mouth and stuffing her throat chokingly as she engulfed the throbbing thickness. Each time she pulled back to the knob, she gave the tip a powerful suck.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Just a few more times… and then… gravy train!" He was panting as she began to grip the base of his whang with one hand and work at the spongy mass of his balls with the other.
"Suck the cream, doll!" he yelled. "Drink it up!"
He erupted mightily, spewing his load into the gurgling maw of her throat. She took it moaningly, one hand sneaking down to her crotch and finger-fucking herself to completion as she came along with him.
As soon as Dot had sucked the last gob from his tubes, Harlan rolled over to get away from her greedy mouth. She lay down on the sheet beside him and quivered with the fading of her last gentle orgasm, licking her lips contentedly and keeping her hand in her crotch.
She knew she would be able to sleep for a while, and if she was lucky, there could be still more sex play before the weekend was entirely over.