Cole McDonald watched the last of the rich goat milk being broken down by the centrifugal force of the cream separator, then he left the machine to take the five-gallon can of whole milk into the cooler room. Soon he had the vessels of separated milk and thick cream covered and sitting on the shelf in the cooler, above the big can that awaited pickup by the dairy co-operative.
It was so pleasantly refreshing in the cooler room that he hated to leave it, but when his sweaty clothes began to feel cold next to his skin, he got out quickly and went back into the milking barn to finish his chores.
The wind was blowing from the direction of the big pen where he kept his stud billy goat, and he frowned at the potency of the odor. It was again time to get busy with the Lysol and garden hose; occasional visitors could be unsold on the idea of drinking goat milk or giving it to their children, if they caught a whiff of that. The Wilson County Goat Dairy Co-operative sometimes sent people to visit member facilities without warning.
He saw that one of the Nubians had remained in the barn, instead of trotting outside to play with the others. She was sniffing at the ripe billy-goat smell in the wind, and he could see that her twat was oozing juice. Her stubby tail waggled excitedly, and she gave out a few low bleats as she restlessly clicked her hooves on the concrete floor.
"So you're ready for old Randy, huh?" he said, walking over to her and scratching her neck sympathetically. She turned to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes rolling to show the whites as she bleated again.
Cole was not sure, then or later, if it was the contact of her rump as she swung nervously against him, bumping into his cock warmly, or whether the acrid stud scent had affected him to some degree.
Whatever triggered him off, he impulsively opened the fly of his white coveralls, reached into the slit of his shorts, then fished out his suddenly rigid prick. He groaned as he shinned it back and squeezed the pulsing shaft. He maneuvered himself into an attack position behind the trembling nanny.
He almost did a split trying to separate his booted feet far enough to get his cock lowered to the same level as the goat's dripping cunt. He swore as he straightened up, then hooked a finger into her collar and led her up the ramp to the nearest milking station.
He secured her head in the stanchion, noticing that there was still some molasses-oats in the manager, then he resumed his position behind her, standing on the middle slope of the ramp. His cock was throbbing excitedly now as he leaned in toward the moist warmth of the twitching goat cunt.
His hands caressed her flanks soothingly as he spoke to her in the low, reassuring tones he used to calm skittish nannies during the period of their first milkings.
"Easy, Raquel!" he said. The name on her collar tag was Rachel but Cole allowed himself his own fantasies as he slowly eased the tip of his cock into the heated ooze of her flared cuntlips. "Just keep sniffing old Randy on the breeze, girl… imagine you're getting his hairy prong in you the way you did last year!"
She bleated, moved nervously, then almost put a hoof down on his instep. He moved quickly, and she stepped just next to the rubber boot as he got the head of his cock wedged into the quivering hole.
"Easy, baby… don't fight it, Raquel!" he crooned. He applied a little pressure. His hands pressed down over her hipbones, and she bleated excitedly, her rear end rocking backward and upward as she moved to meet the stimulus of his probing prick.
"Oh God, Raquel!" he groaned as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her pulsing sheath. The nanny bleated again, this time in lower tones, and Cole shoved into her until his balls were wetly embraced by her juicy lips.
He began to hump into her with long, delicious fucks that gave him the benefit of her snugly clasping vagina. It seemed to undulate and work around his cock as if digesting him, swallowing him into the hot recesses of her womb.
"Good baby!" he crooned to her. "Nice, Raquel! God, what a sweet-fucking cunt!" He stroked into her steadily, and she continued to bleat softly, obviously obtaining pleasure from the way he frictioned her itching twat.
Something in her depths vibrated softly against the head of his cock, and he groaned loudly at the ecstatic sensations that hit him in the groin and rippled out to thrill his nervous system. He fucked into her with quickened strokes, much shorter in length than he had used before. Rachel was reaching a peak of excitement, too. Her flanks quivered as the little nibbler inside her cunt worked at the tip of his cock whenever he was fully inserted. The juices were bubbling at the hot mouth of her cunt, and each stroke pumped the oily liquid out to flood his balls.
The nanny gave a louder bleat, and her cunt clasped him more tightly than ever. He drove into her all the way, feeling the wild nibbling of her snapper as he shot his hot load into her steamy cunt in voluptuous spasms.
She pulled away from him by hunching her ass forward in am upward move that milked his cock as it plopped out of her clenched cuntlips. He groaned and almost fell as he stepped off the ramp and stood weakly beside the milking station.
"Mac! You horny son of a bitch!" The sound of his wife's voice behind him shocked him so much that he almost shit in his pants. He turned to meet her gaze, his face and neck red with embarrassment. But the look on her face was not the horrified outrage be would have expected.
"G-Grace!" he croaked. "When did you get back?" She was wetting her lips as she looked at his smeary cock, and there was a wild fascination in her burning green eyes. He was still too startled to tuck his limber prick back into his pants.
"Soon enough, thank God!" she said in a tone that sounded like a prayer. "Now you're going to help me with something I've always wanted to try. I've been afraid to play with Randy all by myself, but now you can damn well help me get screwed by that horny old buck!"
If Grace had suggested such a thing – even in jest – at any other time, Cole would have been shocked speechless. But when he realized that he was off the hook as far as any recriminations for his nanny-fucking, he was so relieved that he could only concede.
"All right," he said, staring at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. As he watched, she slowly began to undo the fastenings of her wrap-around frock. His eyes focused on her every movement as she removed the garment and draped it over a stanchion.
"You've got one more nanny to milk, Cole," she told him as she removed her bra and tossed it over the hanging frock. She took her panties off while her husband stared greedily at the full udders of her magnificent tits. They jiggled enticingly with her body motions, the nipples twanging springily at the extreme tips.
Grace walked up the short ramp of the station next to the one occupied by the freshly fucked goat. She went down on her hands and knees, and her tits dangled ripely below her.
"Milk me, Cole!" she cried. He threw open the catch of the goat's stanchion as he passed, and the Nubian nanny bleated as she jumped off the platform and headed for the rear door of the barn. Cole saw that Grace had been forced to stick her head through the stanchion of her own station in order to adjust herself to the short platform. He closed the arms of the deuce to hold her there, chuckling as he knelt beside the concrete mesa.
He leaned in under her and seized a nipple with his lips; the spongy sweetness of the swelling flesh had a slight saltiness from the tang of her perspiration, and he began to suck on it with tight, firm, little sucks, alternating with nibbles with his lip-covered teeth.
Grace whimpered happily, and he increased the greed of his nursing until she began to moan. He got up and went to the other side of the station, then he attacked the neglected tit with even more enthusiasm than he had shown its mate. "Oh, suck it, Daddy!" she moaned. Her ass was weaving around in the air as her excitement grew, and Cole sucked more avidly than ever, stripping the nipple with his lips and kneading the ripe udder with mouthings that soon worked a thin trickle of watery love milk out of her tit.
"Oh-h-h!" she moaned. "Give the other one a few more sucks!" Cole switched sides hurriedly, then he went after the juice in the reluctant tit with a fierce determination. When he had squeezed out the milk, she cried out joyfully and tilted her ass up to push her heated cunt outward and rearward in a seeking wantonness like that of the goat before her.
"Oh God, Cole!" she panted, screwing her ass around in the air in wild spirals. "Eat it or fuck it! I'm so hot I'm about to come apart!"
He knelt on the ramp, nuzzled into the dripping hairs of her auburn-thatched crotch, inhaling the heady scent of her excited cunt. His tongue licked up into the swollen lips and tasted her juice, teasing the heated flesh until Grace whimpered her desperate need for more.
"Oh, get it, lover!" she cried. "Gobble it up good, or fuck hell out of it!" Her belly was heaving with passion and her tits wobbled steadily, the nipples frictioning on the concrete of the platform like berries banging from a bush.
It was an awkward position for Cole to eat her properly, and he was aware that he was now fully capable of fucking her. The smell and flavor of her passion-inflamed cunt had stirred him enough to stiffen his prick once more. So he gave her flit a series of quick little sucks that caused her to cry out happily, then he mounted her from the rear.
His cock had dried stickily in the air, but as his lust swelled the fat head and forced it out of its foreskin, the wetness of his come and the goat's cunt juice gave it a temporary feeling of coolness. Then he forced it into the hairy cleft of Grace's snatch and plowed into her warm furrow until he felt her pussy smooching the bag of his balls.
He slid in and out of her sheath slickly, his body bent over hers as his hands reached around to grab the handles of her tits. She began to grunt and grind her ass up against him as he plunged forcefully into her soupy tunnel. The hairy mouth of her cunt was massaging his nuts where the sac of his scrotum met the base of his driving cock, and her liquid excess was smeared all over their thighs and bellies.
The sweat dripped off his chest and brow to fall on her bowed back and run down her ribs in trickling rivulets. She was grunting and whimpering like a fucked sow as he bottomed in her cunt time and time again, feeling its rhythmic claspings as he withdrew.
"Squirt, Cole, squirt!" she cried suddenly, her body tightening all over as it tensed for the rigorous tremblings of her climax.
"Gracie! Oh, baby!" he groaned, feeding his balls tense for the explosion. He jammed his prick into her as far as he could get it, then ground his body against her ass in desperate spirals to drill her to the utmost.
He gushed hotly, feeling the come wash around the tip of his cock as it filled her tunnel. She jerked and whined as the liquid jets struck her quivering flesh, then she shrieked as her orgasm hit her with its full impact.
Cole curved over her body, her tits still cupped in his hands, relishing the gurglings and the claspings as her convulsions worked at his softening prick. When all seemed to be still inside her tunnel, he pulled out of her, achieved a standing position, then staggered backward as he let his dripping dong hang over the gutter that ram behind the milking stations.
He weaved about, as if drunk, then firmly planted his feet astride the gutter and concentrated. A stream of piss began to dribble slowly from his prick. It gained in strength, until he was shooting out a strong stream that stirred up the straw and dirt in the gutter.
He shook off the last drops, tucked his tender cock inside his shorts and coveralls, then turned to look at his wife. Grace had slumped over to lie on her side, her head still trapped by the stanchion that imprisoned her neck.
Cole freed her, then helped her to her feet. She leaned against him for a moment, tilting her head up to look into his face. She was trembling slightly.
"That was good, honey," she told him. "Better than good; it was great! But I haven't changed my mind about Randy; I could smell his funky odor all the time you were fucking me, and I wanted to try out his hairy goat's prick all the more. Am I going sex-happy, Cole?"
"I doubt it," he said, hugging her as he chuckled quietly to himself. "I had a hankering to plow into Rachel… it was just as sudden am impulse as it was an overpowering one. I didn't question it; I just whipped out my cock and went at it."
"You really don't mind helping me with Randy, then?" Grace had to know. She was enjoying a feeling of wickedness, but she wanted Cole to share the guilt with her.
"It might be kicks," he said thoughtfully. "Of course, we'd have to figure out some engineering. It'll take some preparations; a billy like Randy is a hell of a lot more rambunctious to deal with than a nanny like Rachel."
"You'd better believe it!" said a deep male voice from the front doorway of the milking barn. Grace leaned aside to peer past Cole's shoulder just as he turned to stare at the intruder.
"Where the hell did you come from, George?" Cole asked. His voice was tight with embarrassed shock.
"What's ready important," George said, "is that I'm here at the beginning of your ambitious experiment. I may be uninvited, but can you think of a better consultant than a doctor of veterinary medicine… as long as I'm already in on the secret?"
"Jesus!" Cole said. He let his arms fall from Grace's shoulders as he turned and sat down on the nearest milking platform. "I need a drink… a big one."
"Invite me into the house and I'll pour," George offered. "You look as though your hand might not be too steady."
"You may be right," Grace agreed. She had too much poise to make an undignified rush for her clothing. With a body like hers, she had no need to feel shame, as George's hot glances assured her. "This is the second time Cole's been surprised by someone in the last half-hour. I came in while he was screwing one of the goats."
"Wow!" George said. "That could make a guy a bit shaky. Come on, then; let's have a drink while we talk this out." He started to turn away, then he looked back at Cole. "Need a hand getting in to the house?" he asked.
"Thanks, I'll make it," Cole assured him. He got up and gave Grace a perplexed look and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. She made an attempt at a wry smile, then began to put on her clothes.
When they sat around the kitchen table, icy drinks in front of them, George had to laugh at the foolish, lost expressions on the faces of his host and hostess.
"Let me ease your minds a bit," he said, eager to break up the tension and take advantage of the situation that he had fallen into. "I guess we've known each other for… how long, anyhow? Four years?"
Cole and Grace thought about it. George and Dorothy Lambert had been introduced to them at a Grange party right after the young vet took over his uncle's practice in Gatesville. Yes, it had been almost exactly four years. They both nodded agreement.
"Well, during that time, I've almost approached you on numerous occasions about a little extramarital swinging; Dot and I have had a hell of a lot of fun swapping, and you two struck me as being among the more adventurous souls in the community, but…"
The vet stopped to sip at his drink, eyeing the McDonalds over the rim of his glass.
"But what?" Grace leaned forward, curious to know what had prevented the approach.
"Well, you know what the town is like… what any small town in this part of the country is like. A wrong guess about something like that and I could lose most of my business overnight. After four years here I'm still not considered a permanent citizen. I just wasn't certain enough about you two to take the chance."
"And now you are, huh?" Cole said with a sheepish grin, seeing the irony of the position in which he and Grace found themselves.
"Well, I figure that a couple broadminded enough and sexually advanced to the point of screwing on a milking platform and planning a session with a billy goat… well, they wouldn't be likely to have me run out of town for suggesting a swap."
The McDonalds looked at each other appraisingly and read mutual interest in their facial expressions. After the goat involvement – Cole's act with Rachel and Grace's stated intent with Randy they could hardly balk at trying a swap with desirable members of their own species.
"I guess we're interested, all right," Cole admitted. "How do we arrange the thing?"
"Just as simply as you'd plan any kind of party," George said. "But for now, what about this thing with your stud goat? If you're serious, I can give you a few pointers. In fact, I'm sure Dot would like to get in on it, if she knew about it."
"It looks as if our social life might be picking up a bit," Grace commented with a grin. "It's a relief to learn that we're not completely abnormal… I mean… there are others who think it could be fun to screw a goat, for instance."
"Hell yes!" George told her. "You don't know how lucky you are, to be on a farm where you can have access to animals without arousing curiosity There are thousands of people who'd like to try it, but how do you smuggle a goat or a sheep into a city apartment?"
"I know what you mean," Cole said. "In most places, they won't even allow a dog or cat. That's what decided Grace and me; city life looked too constraining. We started planning for the farm while we were still in college."
George had taken a notepad and pen from his pocket and was starting to sketch something. Cole and Grace leaned across the table to see what it was. They saw a rough cartoon of a billy goat restrained by some kind of harness or grille-work. Beneath him was a box or table covered with padding or something. As they watched, George began to draw the figure of a woman; she was depicted as leaning over the padded surface, her ass upturned just below the goat's cock
"Now, here's what we have to do," George explained. His pen flew, making swift lines here and there on the page.
Grace thought about the hairy prick of their stud wedging into her cunt and stuffing her full of his hot goat come. She grew warm and excited, and a flush spread over her face.
She was even glad that Dorothy Lambert would share the excitement with her. Not since college had she found a girl friend with her own taste for adventure and comradely chitchat; maybe Dorothy would become the sort of fun pal that could make life in rural Wilson County a little less monotonous.
And Grace was not forgetting the fact that George would be a participant, too. He looked as if he knew how to please a woman…
Cole watched the drawing develop under George's pen, and he had his own thoughts about Dorothy Lambert. The lovely blonde had intrigued him from the first time they met; now he could count on sampling the ripe wonders of her very promising body.
He saw Dorothy in the cartoon of the bent-over woman, and instead of the goat poised above her, he imagined the tense form of his body-cock rigid and ready to enter her. He wet his lips and felt his prick throb within the confines of his coveralls.