Barbara Gates had been musing over the possibilities of sex play with Cole McDonald all during her stay, except during the moments when she was actually involved with another partner. There was a certain something about the handsome farmer that gave her the pussy-crawlies and twat-tickles
Dot had told her, during a hurried comparison of notes, that Cole was more than capable of holding his own with the best of the swappers she had met to date. Now Barbara wanted to convince Cole that she was as much fun as Dot might have been.
When they entered the bedroom and faced each other, Cole felt some of the undercurrent as Barbara frankly appraised him, her eyes like smoky agates but with the fire of opals. She stood with one knee turned in against the other like a fashion model's pose.
"Who undresses whom?" she asked, hoping as always that she'd get the chance to undress her man; it added spice to the play for her.
Cole had been prepared to strip himself, and was certainly not averse to watch Barbara do a strip tease for him. But her choice of phrasing told him that she might prefer otherwise.
"Let's make it lady's choice," he said. "As of this moment, I'm devoted to the pleasant pursuit of your happiness!"
"Ooh-h-h!" she said in a low voice, her full lips pouting in a moist "O" that grabbed Cole's nervous system somewhere near his balls. "That could lead to almost anything," she told him. But she had started to take advantage of his offer, walking up to him and unfastening his belt and fly.
She had him peeled down quickly, and as soon as his clothes were out of the way, she flipped her head upward into his crotch from her kneeling position, and he gasped as the teasing tendrils of her hair made tingling ripples shudder through his groin and belly.
His prick was at rigid attention before she could get to her feet. The front of her frock touched it, and when she moved a bit to unfasten her dress, the fabric teased his swollen knob. Barbara let the garment fall to the floor and stood there in her yellow bra and panties.
Cole's eyes glowed with lust, and he licked his lips as he saw the bra cups pop free, slipping away with the straps as she flung the flimsy thing aside. Her tits quivered appetizingly as she peeled down her panties.
The toasty curls of her snatch came into new when she straightened up, and Cole's whang bobbed with eagerness. He was unprepared for her favorite preliminary to play, and when she knelt with her face in his crotch, clasping his buttocks lovingly as she nosed into his balls and sniffed, he almost went off in the air.
She nuzzled around his crotch, inhaling the man smell in deep sniffs, then blowing on his curly hairs as she exhaled. Her tongue lashed out and licked him under the balls; then she gave him a sucking kiss on the head of his cock.
Cole fought for control, made it, then was attacked once more by her flying brown hair as she prepared to get to her feet. The silken fluffiness was a maddening tease to the already sensitized head of his cock, and he was proud of his control when he managed to calm down afterward.
"Okay," she said softly when she was facing him at shoulder level again. "The lady has had her choice for preliminaries; now I'm yours Cole… take me any way you like!"
"Slowly," he told her. "Whatever else, I want to enjoy you slowly… to make it last. Something tells me I have a very special woman on my hands!" He grasped her shoulder gently and ushered her to the bed, easing her down on its edge, then rolling her onto her bevy.
He looked at the loveliness of her body as it relaxed into the resilience of the bed. Her hair was flung around her wildly as if wind-blown, and the toasted gold of her buttocks was a satin study in perfection.
Cole knelt and hissed the backs of her thighs, starting at the exciting valleys behind her knees and worked upward slowly. He kissed into the soft creases under her buttocks, then over the satin mounds themselves; his tongue slid down the shadowy crease between them and found the soft, fluttering wrinkles of her asshole.
He tongued hotly into the warm blossom, and she whimpered her joy as the shivers rippled over her skin. The cheeks of her ass twitched, then parted as she lifted up from the bed. The very private wrinkles of her asshole quivered and pouted open for him in an inviting pucker.
"What a gorgeous little winkie!" he exclaimed. He put his tongue into the softness again, pushing firmly but gently into its center.
"Oh, Cole… that's delicious!" she moaned. Her ass rocked gently as she appeared to be fucking herself into the bed.
He tongued her asshole for a while, working her up from whimpers and soft moans into surprised little squeals. Then he rolled her over onto her back and looked down on the flushed skin of her tits and belly.
Her eyes peered up at him through slitted lids; her mouth was moistly puckered into a circle, and her breathing was heavy. Her tits shimmered like quicksilver as she breathed, the nipples describing tiny circles in the air.
Her magnificent belly was soft to his lips, and he kissed it nibblingly, tonguing into her navel briefly before he moved up to suck her tit. The nipple swelled in his lips; he drew out her tiny store of liquid and moved to the other tit. It yielded more slowly, but gave up more love-milk to his powerful suction.
His lips coursed downward again. He tongued into the downy wonder of her cunt curls, then stopped as he gently grasped her legs and spread her crotch open to its fullest. He nestled his face into the gleaming pink wetness of her gash and breathed in her scent. Its exciting odor made him groan with joy as he breathed it deeply. Then he began to tongue her, using soft, feather-light touches that made her gasp and wiggle.
"Flow, baby!" he cried gently. "Cream for Daddy!" He sucked at the swollen edges of her lips, then fucked her hole with his hot tongue, and she moaned as her ass rocked with excitement.
His cry for honey triggered her mental controls as effectively as she could have done it by concentration. The juice began to ooze and gather, but Cole slurped it up greedily with lips and tongue, his hunger insatiable as the cream continued to ooze over her soft flesh.
But he heard her impatient whimpers, and he abandoned his quest for honey to kiss her clit, lipping it and milking its excited firmness within its soft cloak. He drew it in and out of his lips with a soft sucking that soon had Barbara crying out in little wails of ecstasy.
"Cole… darling!" she moaned. "Those tender little sucks!" Her ass was uncontrollable in its twitching and rocking now. He had to steady her in place with his hands on her hips to keep on target. But he gave her only a few more sucks before she emitted an animal cry that was almost low enough to be in the bass range.
Her cunt was torn from him as she bucked and reared; then she sank to the bed and lay there shuddering for a long time. When she stirred, Cole rolled her over and pulled her hips up so she became supported on her knees.
He squatted astride her legs and thrust the hard head of his prick into the wet, hairy petals of her cunt. She whimpered at the suddenness of his thrust, but he was gentle as he drove smoothly into her sheath, stopping only when his balls draped into the maw of her gash. He stopped to get a grip on his control, for the sweet slickness and wrinkled claspings of her tunnel had almost done him in.
"Oh-h-h-h…" she breathed softly. "Let it lie there a little while, Cole, before you make it go to work. It feels so good in me!"
He was glad of the chance to extend his breathing period, and he leaned over her, planting feathery, nibbling kisses all over her back, as far as be could reach without disturbing their connection.
When he felt a light, buttering squeeze inside her cunt, he began to fuck into her, feeling the slushy cling of her flesh as he pumped in and out. Barbara was humming joyously, her ass making little tilts to meet his drives.
Then he pulled out of her suddenly, and she whimpered her disappointment. He put the rocky knob of his cock into the soft funnel of her asshole and leaned into her gently. She gasped in surprise, then puckered the fleshy exit for him. He rode in on the slick oil of her cunt, smeared into every pore of his cock, driving halfway up her rectum in one thrust.
"Oh yes, Cole… I love that!" she cried. And she puckered for him again, letting him in up to the hilt. Her winkie snugged up around the base of his prick, and he grunted at the tightness. His hands went under her, and he began teasing her cunt with his fingers, stirring up the sloppy froth of her cream and twitting her clit almost steadily.
He made short, careful fucks into her ass, testing to see how well fitted they were. She knew when to relax her asshole and when to let it tighten up, so he began to hump into her bowels in earnest. She was squealing happily now, for she loved the feel of a cock in her asshole, especially if she was getting attention in her cunt at the same time.
"Drive it into me, Daddy!" she cried. "Ooh-h-h! Get your… come ready, Cole… I'm… I'm… OH, COLE!"
There was a brief second when she seemed to have opened both doors wide to him. Her asshole almost disappeared, its snugness gone from around his plunging cock. And his fingers almost went into her cunt up to his wrist.
Then she constricted on him as her orgasm grabbed hold. Cole shoved into her asshole as far as he could, then spurted her rectum full of hot semen. Her locking ring of flesh clamped and unclamped on his cock, milking it dry.
She reached back and puked his fingers out of her cunt as she became supersensitive from the intense climax. Cole eased out of her ass a little at a time as her winkie relaxed in brief spasms.
He took a quick shower while she was recuperating, then lay in the bed and relaxed while she cleaned up. He dozed oft feeling fat and satisfied, and dreamed he had a woman-dairy instead of goats!
When Dean and Grace woke up from their sofa naps, they sat up and looked at each other foolishly, realizing that they were the only ones downstairs. They knew there was a lot of action going on upstairs, and both of them had ideas about starting a little fun of their own. But each had the same startling thought: What could they do that would not seem a little tame, after their wild collaboration earlier with the goats?
"Come on," Dean said, getting to his feet. "Let's get cozy, shall we?" Grace got up and led the way to her bedroom, and they undressed without any preliminaries.
They crawled onto the bed and fused their bodies together in a tight embrace. Their lips pressed together wetly, and Dean nibbled gently on Grace's lips, then he pushed his tongue into her mouth and fucked it in and out rapidly.
Grace seized his tongue with a greedy suction, and as he thrust it into her, she would milk it between her tongue and palate. Their hands had been busy all the while; fingers caressed and reached over backs, buttocks and crotches, adding to the stimulation of their kissing.
When they grew too excited, they stopped and just lay in each other's arms, catching their breaths and letting their pulses slow. Dean started sucking one of her tits, nibbling on the spongy button of the coral nipple, then puking it, to stretch it out from her breast. lie robed it between his teeth, then sucked some more.
Dean had her turn over, to lie on her belly; he tucked a pillow under her at the hip line, raising her ass. Now he began kissing her wetly an over the lower back and buttocks. As he nibbled at the soft satin of her buttocks and trailed his tongue in the crack of her ass, she whimpered her excitement.
His tongue teased the tender folds of flesh around her asshole while he held her cheeks apart with his fingers. Grace was gasping and moaning at the thrills it gave her, and her asshole puckered and unpuckered with the spasms of her reflexes.
Dean frequently would slip the tip of his tongue into her asshole while it was poutingly protruding, letting the reflexive closure tighten on it; then he would wiggle the tip around inside her, and her ass would shudder and jerk at the tingling sensations it caused.
"Dean! Oh God… I'm creaming this pillow like mad!" she cried.
He pulled his tongue out of her ass and rolled her over onto her back, realigning the pillow under her ass so the damp spot was beneath her crotch.
Dean stared at the coppery curls of her cunt and the darkening coral flesh of her gash, a moist split-melon lunch oozing its warm honey slowly, as if melting from her inner heat. He leaned over it and breathed in her heat scent. The stirring femaleness of the delicate, fruity fragrance made him growl lustfully.
He licked into the softness, tasted her juice, then growled again. His lips pressed into her gash and he moved them around over the soupy surface of her vulva like a vacuum cleaner, stealing her dew with steady little sucks that brought gasps and whimpers from her throat.
"Oh, Dean, lover!" she moaned. "Lick it out, Daddy!"
His tongue slithered into her center petals, probed past the quivering entrance of her hot tunnel, and waggled like a vibrator in the soft moistness of her vestibule.
"Ooh-hh! Dino… that hot, soft little fucker…!" Grace's voice was hoarse with passion; her ass rolled on the pillow, the lovely cheeks tightening and relaxing in ecstasy.
He slipped his tongue out of her and stabbed it upward to tap the tip of her clit. She squealed, then whimpered steadily as he continued to twit the bud with soft little dartings of his tongue that barely touched the target.
Grace's ass was shuddering now, and the surface of her belly rippled with nervous excitement. She gasped, held her breath, then moaned, repeating the process over and over as the thrills built steadily and began to overcome her.
"Deem!" she howled. "Put some… little sucks on it! Take it… in your lips, lover!"
He sucked the firm little fleshling into his lips and pressed on it, shooting it out like a banana squeezed from its skin. Grace shrieked happily, and he repeated the maneuver over and over until she was crying out in ecstasy, her body jerking and rolling on the bed uncontrollably.
"Oh, baby!" she yelled. "Suck hard! I'm coming!"
Dean surrounded the bud with his lips and gave a powerful suck. Grace screamed as her body arched upward, stiffening rigidly. Dean thrust his tongue into her hole and fucked it in and out swiftly, then he gave a giant suck that flattened the walls of her tunnel.
She screamed again and fell limply to the bed, her body shaking with a series of tremors. Dean quickly moved to squat over her face, and she licked into the crack of his ass, plunging her tongue into the wrinkles of his asshole.
He groaned, and she made fast little fucks into the tightness of his funnel. Then she trailed her tongue under his crotch to his balls, where she took the bag in her lips, sucking at it, drawing one nut at a time into her mouth as she vacuumed the hairy flesh.
Dean was grunting and gasping at the thrills she created, and now his asshole was winking with excitement. Grace licked at the base of his cock, still moaning softly with the happiness of her orgasmic convulsions. She licked up the shaft, then sucked the knob into her lips.
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…