Mary Margaret Siebenthaler now realized what a bit of wishful thinking could do to a person. When she had told Dean that she could do without Victor's cock while his stitches healed, because Dean had released her so beautifully that it would last, she had indulged in a self-delusion common to the inexperienced.
Now that she actually was forced to do without cock for several days, she was ready to climb the walls. She had evaded a direct answer to Phyllis Palmer's question about the frequency of her coupling with Victor, because she was embarrassed to admit the extent of her lust.
It was true that Dean had stirred her more deeply with the expert completeness of his treatment than she had ever been stirred by Victor. But she discovered by the third day that no matter how good sex is, the effects do not last. She was as starved for cock as she would have been for food during a fast of the same length.
And it was even more torturing when Dean brought Victor home from the clinic. The cock was right there in the house with her, but she could not take advantage of it. It would be terrible if she let her unbridled lust cause the dog pain even necessitate sending him back to be restitched!
She could kick herself now for not at least attempting to seduce Dean when he brought the dog home. That had been two days ago, but a hot piece of nuts then would have calmed her down, and she would not have progressed to the state she was in now!
But Dean had been in a hurry; something about taking too much time off on the weekend and getting behind with his work on the farm. She had not had the heart to delay him, even though she had reason to believe he rather liked her in bed.
Now she was almost at her limit; she had examined Victor's foreskin three times today – hoping it would look more healed at each examination – and the dog was unhappy, too, her handling of him caused him to get a hard-on, and he would whine as the swelling increased his discomfort.
Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she told Victor to guard the house, got into her pickup, and drove over to the Palmer farm. To her bitter disappointment, there was a note on the back door, telling anyone who called that the Palmers were gone for the day.
Mary Margaret was frantic. She remembered Phyllis telling her about Laddie, and she called for fifteen minutes, hoping the dog would show up. She thought that perhaps she could train Laddie in the emergency – get at least one good fuck out of him.
She finally had to deduce that the Palmers had taken their dog with them, wherever they were gone to, so she got into her pickup with a heavy heart and an itching, creamy cunt, and started for home.
A half-mile down the road, Mary Margaret braked to a halt and wet her lips excitedly as she recalled something else Phyllis had told her. Laddie had a brother… what was his name? McDog! Yes, the McDonalds had him!
She sat there as she tried to think up an excuse to borrow McDog for a while. Soon she pulled off the shoulder onto the road and headed for the McDonald farm.
McDog was in the barnyard to greet her as she got out of the pickup. He was a handsome beast, all right; now if she could get the McDonalds to lend him to her…
Cole McDonald came out of the house while she was petting McDog and talking to the animal, pleased to see how friendly he was and that he appeared to be quite virile his red cock peeked out the tip of his sheath, perhaps because he could smell her female heat.
"Good afternoon, Mary Margaret!" Cole said. "Haven't seen you for ages. How are you?"
"Fine, Cole, thank you. How's Grace?" She had known the couple since the first week they were on their farm, but usually she saw them only at Grange meetings, since she seldom went out after the death of her father.
"She's fine. She's not home today, though; went to the city with the Palmers to do some shopping. Come on in out of the sun, Mary Margaret. I'll pour you a cider or something."
She went inside, wondering if she could find the right moment to make her request. In a way, she was glad Grace was away now; women could see through each other so much more easily. Cole would be unsuspicious and easy to fool; men usually were quicker to be generous with women, too.
She accepted a glass of wine on the rocks, then sat across from Cole. For the first few minutes, the conversation was confined to weather, agriculture m general, and polite queries by Mary Margaret about the success of the goat dairy. Then she grew impatient and changed the subject.
"I was hoping you could do me a favor, Cole," she said. "I went to the Palmers first, but… as you know, they're away."
"Of course," he said. "Anything I can do for you will be my pleasure." His normal tendency to be helpful would have been enough to guarantee his sincerity, but he sensed something different in his guest… she was not like the Mary Margaret he had seen at Grange meetings. For one thing, she was not dressed in her usual drab, formless clothing; she had on a dress that actually made her look rather desirable – and years younger. Perhaps her appearance was helped, too, by the makeup – first he had ever seen her wear!
"Dean took my dog, Victor, to the vet for surgery," she said. "And I really need a dog in the house… living alone and all… and I'd hoped I could borrow Laddie for a few days, just until Victor is well enough to carry on. Is there a chance that… maybe you could spare McDog for a day or so?"
Cole had fast reflexes, or he would not have been able to cover his initial reaction to her first statement. Dean had mentioned the sex dog he took to George's clinic, but not the owner's name. Now Cole knew who it had to be! He also knew her real reason for asking to borrow McDog. Yes, she certainly must feel that she needed a "dog in the house" after the fun Victor gave her!
His first impulse was to let her borrow McDog, at least for overnight. If she could get him to cooperate, more power to her. And McDog might enjoy the change of pace; he had been chasing around a lot lately to find enough tail-bitches in heat weren't too plentiful in the area.
But the more he studied her, the more he thought he might be able to do better for Mary Margaret than she had asked. And it would give him some fun, too!
"If Grace says it's all right, I'm agreeable," he told her. "McDog really belongs to her." He saw the disappointment in her face and hurried to relieve it.
"I have a better idea, though," he told her. "Why not stay here with us until Victor's well enough to get back on the job? I know Grace would be tickled to have you; she sees too few women as it is, confined here on a busy dairy farm. And I'm always pleased to have another beautiful woman around!"
Mary Margaret protested, explaining that she had to be with Victor to take care of him. Cole waived that argument aside.
"Victor can stay here; I've yet to see the dog that our McDog can't make friends with."
She thought about it. It wasn't the way she had planned it, but the invitation voided her excuses and left her no out. But it seemed that she ought to be able to get at McDog somewhere on the big McDonald farm there were plenty of outbuildings…
"Or maybe Grace would lend me quicker than she would McDog," Cole teased when she hesitated to accept the invitation. "I'm not as handsome as Victor, maybe, but I could bite if anyone tried to break in your house."
She looked at him sharply when he used the word "handsome". She was sure that Dean would not betray a confidence. But yet, there was something in Cole's eyes… She gulped down her wine and Cole rose, taking her glass out to the kitchen and refilling it. When he brought it back, she looked at him shyly.
"Cole McDonald, if I didn't know you had a beautiful wife, I'd think you were making a pass – flattering me, inviting me to stay here, offering to stay at my place… even trying to get me drunk, perhaps?" She smiled as if she had turned the tables on him, teasing him more successfully than he had teased her.
"The day I stop making passes at beautiful, desirable women, Mary Margaret, will be the day they throw the dirt in on me. And Grace is not only beautiful… she's broadminded… modem, I think they call it." Cole moved to sit beside her as he finished speaking, but made no attempt to touch her; he sipped his wine and looked into her startled eyes.
"You… you're modem… sort of like… the Palmers?" she asked, using the only reference she knew.
"Very much like the Palmers," he admitted, wondering how much she knew about Dean and Phyllis.
"Then… you were… making a pass." Her tone was uncertain, but it was not a question. She wet her lips nervously, and Cole saw that they were very nice lips – ripely full and moistly pouting. Her tits were jiggling under her dress with the rise and fall of her heavy breathing. "I… I don't… oh, Cole! I'm so desperate!" She was trembling, and Cole set down his wine and took her in his arms.
Her mouth darted up to meet his as if her head had been released from a spring. He kissed her hotly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tasting her as his hands began to caress her shoulders and back.
She sucked at his tongue greedily; her hands went to his lap and fumbled at the opening of his fly, announcing the frank surrender of all her modesty as her need became too great to be ignored.
Cole's hands unfastened the back of her dress and slid it off her shoulders as she got her hand inside his pants. He unhooked her bra, then made her sit back as he peeled the dress and bra straps off her shoulders and arms.
She stood up and shed the garments as Cole stripped himself for action. When she had removed her panties, he stared at the dark bush of her crotch, admired the perfection of her legs, thighs, and rounded belly, and the gorgeous fullness of her firm tits.
"You're absolutely lovely!" he said hoarsely as he took her in his arms again. She felt the hardened shaft of his cock press into her lower belly and gasped, then she whimpered as her need grew greater with the contact.
He knew she was impatient, so he eased her onto the sofa, then lifted one of her legs and placed her heel on the back of the sofa. Her other leg was stretched out, her heel resting on the carpet.
Cole knelt and kissed the wetness of her oozing bush, sucked at the swelling lips of her gash, then licked into the warm, red furrow with an excited hunger. Her sweet, musky scent was a warm vapor rising to fin his nostrils as he tasted her puce.
"Oh-h-h! Cole!" she moaned, her legs trembling and her ass beginning to rock gently on the sofa cushion. "I'm sopping wet!"
"I know," he said joyfully, lifting his face from her excitingly steamy twat. "Your cunt's a delicious pot of honey!"
He licked her again, slurping up the dew, then he thrust the tip of his tongue into her hole deeply and began to fuck her with rapid little strokes.
"Oh, Cole… that's wonderful!" she cried. Her hands covered his head and her fingers ran through his hair and caressed his ears as she pulled his mouth into her snatch, eager to get his tongue as far inside her as possible.
He sucked powerfully at the hot entrance of her cave, and she let go of his head to grab her tits and squeeze them while she gave out a squeal of ecstasy. Cole slipped his lips over the warm bud of her slit and darted his tongue at it in rapid feather-light contacts. She whimpered joyfully and wiggled her ass as he kept up the teasing for several seconds.
Cole sucked at the fleshy bud, drawing it out of its cloak and into his lips, then he let it go. She gasped loudly, and he did it again, then again, repeating it as she began to moan and wiggle with an unbearable pleasure.
"My thing!" she cried loudly. "Oh, Cole… the way you're… sucking my thing!"
He felt her body tensing, and he knew that she was ready to come, so he left the bud and sucked again at the wet hole of her tunnel, gathering the last of her honey. Then he clamped onto her clit once more and sucked at it powerfully.
"Argh-h-h-h!" Her throaty scream, as she started to come, was a sound that rattled the windows. Her body leaped as if it had received a jolt of electricity, and she arched her back tautly for a second, then she fell back and shuddered several times, moaning and gasping as her orgasm ran its course.
Cole gave her a good three minutes, his cock throbbing every second of waiting, and then he grabbed his stiff whang and leaned into her crotch, guiding it into the sloppy maw of her twitching cunt. Her spasming flesh closed around the throbbing knob, and she jerked as she gasped at the contact.
Then he thrust into her body, fucking into the slippery clutchings of her convulsing tunnel, soaking his prick in her sheath for several seconds, enjoying the hot, quivering wetness of her grasp on him.
"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."
"Well, she certainly does look friendly," George said, stroking the pig's flank. "But just how friendly, we've yet to find out."
"We're about to, though," Dot said. "Here comes Dean with the bait."
Dean came into the barn with a jar of honey in his hand. He grinned broadly.
"Hello, Bessie!" he said, bending down to pat the pig on its head. The shoveled nose lifted and George could swear the pig grinned. It sniffed at the honey and waggled its tail.
Phyllis was lying on her back, her eyes terribly hot. She let George spread her thighs apart while Dean approached with the jar of honey.
"Hand me one of those blankets, Dot," George said. He was looking down into Phyllis' open cunt, fingering the curls at her lips, tugging the puffy tissues apart gently.
Dot brought the blanket over and at George's instructions stuffed it under Phyllis' buttocks. Her hips lifted high into the air, and her pelvis rocked back. Dean bent over with the jar of honey and tipped it while George held her cunt open with his fingers. Phyllis' legs were spread wide apart, and she made little moaning sounds of heat.
"Ooo, that tickles!" she cried as the sticky, thick honey began to flow over the lip of the jar into her receiving hole.
Bessie pranced around and around and they had to keep pushing her away as they poured the honey into Phyllis' cunt.
"God, what a hole!" Dot giggled as more and more went inside.
"Ohhh, I feel like I'm getting flooded with an elephant's load of sperm!" Phyllis cried. She tipped her hips backward to drink as much of it into her body as she could.
"Hey, it's full!" George said.
Dean stopped pouring. The well of Phyllis' pussy was overflowing. George squeezed the lips of her cunt together to trap and hold the volume of honey inside her upturned cunt. A thick stream of it oozed and ram down the edges of her lips. George bent and licked at it with his tongue, making Phyllis' hips buck dangerously.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Where's Bessie?"
"Coming right up!" Dean said.
George took his fingers away from Phyllis' pussy. The lips separated, and honey oozed out and dribbled down the crack of her ass, puddling on the floor. The pig smelled it and started licking with her long tongue making terribly happy sounds as she did.
"Oh!" Phyl cried. "Oh God, Dean!" Her hips bucked up and her buttocks flapped together. The pig's tongue lashed out again and again, licking the lips of her cunt. "Oh God, darling – it's wonderful!"
Dean's cock lifted thickly. He couldn't help himself. He watched his wife toss and writhe under the tonguing of the pig as it went after the honey.
The porcine cunt-lapper rooted and sniffed and blew into the bubbling lips of her twat. The long tongue snaked out and sank far into the well of her vagina. Bessie pawed the floor and dug hard after more of the sweet honey, and her tail went around and around.
"Okay, George," Dean said, edging him over behind the pig. "She's all yours, buddy!"
George looked at the dark lips of the pig's cunt. The tail was lifted high, begging to get fucked. He looked over the solid body and saw Phyllis rolling and squealing and twisting around on the blanket, clutching at the pig's head, shoving her pussy up into Bessie's snout, yelling and giggling with hysterical sounds.
Her belly rippled and she gurgled out an orgasm. The pig didn't stop. It kept eating at her pussy, licking and licking, fucking the inside of her cunt with its long tongue. Honey sprayed over Phyllis' thighs and crotch as the pig snorted and blew happily.
"Fuck it, George!" Dot urged him hotly.
She took his hips in her hands and guided them closer to Bessie's weaving rear. Then she gripped his prick and placed it against the puffy lips of Bessie's cunt. She put her hands on his butt and pushed.
"Ahhh!" George gasped.
His prick sank into the pig's tight hole. Bessie squealed and lifted her head. Phyllis cried out passionately.
"Don't-let-her-quit!"
Her fingers fumbled at her crotch, working over her clit, trying to make herself come again.
"God, it's tight!" George cried. "Open wide, Phyl, and I'll ram the whole pig up your cunt!"
"Do it, George, do it!" she cried, twisting up her laughing, crying face to come again.
George tried. He pounded his hips into the pig's ass, feeling Bessie squeeze and weave her butt around.
Phyllis squealed at the same time George did. A shudder tore through her body and made honey squirt out of her hole. The pig grunted and licked furiously, squeezing its tight cunt around George's cock at the same time. its haunches rippled as it came hard and sucked the tremendous charge of sperm up his tube. He spurted and hosed into the pig's cunt and spilled out around the stuffing root of his cock.
"Now get away, George, it's my turn!" Dot cried.
She pulled and tugged at George's hips. His prick seemed to be stuck inside Bessie's body. The pig squealed and hunched and licked and licked.
He nearly tumbled over backward when the pig let go. Dot scrambled over him and gripped Bessie's Banks firmly in her hands. Then she made a sound in the back of her throat and watched the honey-sweet semen bubbling out of the inflamed hole. She dipped forward like a hawk and glued her mouth to Bessie's piggy cunt and sucked and sucked. George saw her throat working as she drank up the mixture of sperm and pig-come.
He sat down heavily and propped himself against the wall, taking in the wild scene being enacted before his eyes. Phyllis was still writhing uncontrollably on the floor as Bessie tried to get more honey out of her overworked cunt, and Dot was sucking for all she was worth at the pig's sperm-filled hole. Dean was on his knees behind Dot, spreading the cheeks of her gyrating ass as he prepared to fuck her from behind. All in all, the tableau was a startling one, even to a man who had, in the past week, not only fucked three different women, but a goat and a pig, to boot.
George shook his head wearily, even as he felt the beginning signs of life stirring in his rapidly recovering cock. He couldn't help but wonder what he and the Palmers, McDonalds and Gateses would come up with next, but he was pretty sure whatever it was, it would never match this.
On the other hand, George Lambert had no way of knowing that at that very moment, over at the McDonald farm, Miss Mary Margaret Siebenthaler, the town gossip, was happily sucking for all she was worth on Cole McDonald's stud goat's cock.