"Is it all right if we bring another couple with us next Friday night?" George Lambert asked as he put down his hammer. He and Cole were in the machine shed on the McDonald farm, putting the finishing touches on what George had tagged "the billy-girl machine.
"Why… I guess so," Cole replied. "You mean a local couple?" He wondered if it were possible that he had been underrating the community as a bunch of squares.
"Harlan and Barbara Gates," George said. "We've been swapping with them for a while, and I know they'd join the party if we asked them."
Cole almost tripped over his feet as he crossed to the workbench to pick up his half-finished can of beer. Harlan Gates was the junior partner of the county's top law firm and a descendant of the founders of Gatesville!
"You make a career out of surprising people," Cole complained. "And it seems to be 'Shock McDonald' week. Wow! Unless Gatesville is more broadminded thaw I think, Harlan is rising his chance to be our next senator for a little spice in his sex life."
"I think he believes that he wouldn't enjoy his intended political career, if he couldn't enjoy his personal life the way he likes it. If he does get elected, you can bet he'll push liberalization of our sex freedoms."
"Just how free is he in his thinking?" Cole asked.
"Pretty much the same as I am. Which reminds me, Mac, that you promised to let me take a try at a nanny after we finished our project. How about it?"
"Let's go," Cole said. "Bring your beer with you; it might take me a while to round her up."
George followed him to the milking barn and waited while Cole went into the inner pasture to search for Rachel or any goat that might appear to be in heat. It took almost fifteen minutes to locate Rachel; he found her in a group at the fence, sniffing at Randy's pen.
He led her into the barn and up onto the first milking platform. When her head was in the stanchion, George walked up behind her and studied the oozing squishiness of her cunt. Cole saw that the sight had stimulated the vet; his cock was bulging his slacks at the crotch.
"Okay, Doc," Cole told him. "This is Rachel. You're on your own. I'll just stand back and take lessons from a professional who knows animals inside and out."
George spent a few minutes talking to the goat, patting and stroking her Ranks, then he listened to the sound of her soft bleating in an attempt to learn her individual temperament. When he felt that she was not uneasy around him, he began to finger her dripping twat, smearing her ooze around gently, and cautiously probing into her cunt with his fingers.
His other hand was busy unhinging his cock, and Cole saw from the sidelines that George was far from ill-equipped for the job. He had a rigid erection of enviable proportions, perhaps a bit smaller in diameter than Cole's, but at least an inch longer.
Cole watched as the vet braced himself on the sloping ramp of the platform and eased the tip of his cock into the warm oozing lips of the goat's cunt.
"Steady, Rachel," he said in a soothing voice. She bleated once and her tail bobbed and shook, but she held her stance as George slowly fed the meat to her. She took it without kicking or moving her hooves, but her bleating increased as he slowly filled her with his cock.
George was perspiring with the effort of forcing himself to take it slow; he was excited with the novel feel of the heated, oily sheath that was swallowing his prick. When he gave her the final inch, she bleated more loudly than ever, and George felt something twitter and shift inside her, a gentle fluttering around the head of his cock.
"God! What an exciting cunt!" he groaned. He began to fuck into her with short, careful strokes, relishing the smooth, slick lining of her cunt and the way it seemed to worm around, clasping and writhing over his moving shaft.
Cole moved in closer, anxious to see at close range what he had been too busy to think about during his own bout with the sexy goat. He watched the shaft of George's prick plow into the swollen meat of Rachel's cunt, pushing the edges of the clinging lips inside her with the friction of the forceful thrust. Then it withdrew, its light skin shiny with the glistening juice of the vaginal lubricant, and the outer portion of the sheath seemed to turn almost inside out as it clung to the moving prick.
"Christ! What a sensation!" George said in a hoarse voice. Cole could no longer watch; his own cock was throbbing with eagerness. He went back to the pasture, peering intently at the rear end of each goat he passed, searching for mother twat with the telltale ooze of sexual heat.
He began to grow frantic, seeing none at all as he plodded along over the uneven ground. He was desperate, then he spotted the kids he had isolated for weaning. The young goats were freshly separated from their mothers, and he had started them on their new diet the day before.
He reached over the fence and picked up the nearest one, a sturdy little Nubian doe. He carried her under his arm, then as he passed a heavy-uddered Alpine on his way to the barn, he grabbed the nanny's collar and led her along.
At the station next to George and Rachel, he put the milk goat in the stanchion, then took out his hard, aching cock. He grabbed the near tit and squirted some milk on his cock, working it under the foreskin.
Another squirt, and he felt that the flavor was established. He set the kid on the floor below, dangling his milk-smeared cock where the kid could smell it. The eager mouth took it, covering the shaft more than two-thirds of its length. Cole groaned as the pulling and sucking commenced. He was not sure how long he could stand it, but for the moment it felt good to his throbbing whang.
He seized the nanny's tit again, aimed it outward, then shot a stream of rich milk at the base of his down-pointed cock. He watched the white cream run into the greedy lips of the avidly sucking kid. He kept repeating the squirts, losing a lot on the floor, but providing enough of the real flavor to keep the kid sucking.
Next to him, George was groaning and talking to Rachel as he continued to fuck into the sex-hot goat. Rachel's ass was moving a little, meeting his thrusts as she grew more and more excited. Her bleating was low and contented, with faint overtones of her frantic passion.
"What unbelievable movement!" George groaned. "There's a little grabber in there, Mac! Did you know that?"
"Yeah!" Cole replied. "I've got a little grabber of my own right now!" The kid was feeling cheated, getting very little milk for the amount of sucking she was doing, so she speeded up her sucks and increased the vacuum. The result was driving Cole wild. He milked the goat more frantically, but his aim grew worse as his excitement swelled, and less than half of the poorly aimed shots were received by the cock-sucking kid.
"Oh shit!" George yelled. "I can't last long. It's the mouth of her fucking uterus… nibbling… grabbing for the… semen… God, Rachel!"
But tom as he was by the wild thrills, the vet clung to his control, determined to make the novel sensations last as long as possible. He kept thrusting into her and panting between groans, sweat rolling off his forehead and staining the armpits of his shirt.
"Oh, suck, baby, suck!" Cole cried, squirting milk in all directions as he sought to keep the kid interested in the low-yield tit of his cock. He was almost ready to come.
"Rachel! Oh, baby!" George groaned as the goat began to shake and tremble with the power of its orgasm. He felt his control leak out in a sudden jerk, and he began to spew his semen into her cunt. He drove into her and felt the backwash of his shots as his come flooded her oily tunnel and oozed around his moving shaft.
She bleated loudly and squeezed down on him; he yelled and pulled out of her, stepping backward so quickly that he had to do a fast bit of stepping to keep from falling off the ramp.
"Here it is, baby! Suck it down!" Cole cried as he began to come. The kid gulped greedily, at last getting results from his long bout of hard sucks. Cole shot his load and tried to get away, but the kid held on. He bad to cover the kid's nostrils so it would open its mouth to breathe, releasing him.
George leaned against a neighboring stanchion, tucking his limber prick inside his fly. He watched Cole trying to avoid the hungry reaches of the kid for his dangling cock while Cole freed the milk goat from the stanchion. He led her off the platform and tried to get the kid interested in her tits.
But the kid had already found a foster mother. She was stubbornly rearing up at Cole's crotch. Cole finally had to take her back to her pen. By the time he had rejoined George, he was bushed.
"Christ, George!" he said. "Let's go to the house and have a stiff drink before I collapse."
"I'm with you!" George agreed. "I'll be much happier to collapse after a drink."
They went straight to the house, got their drinks, then sprawled out on sofas to relax; they were too tired to wonder where their wives had gone.
Grace and Dot had gone to the machine shed to check on the men's progress with the "billy-girl machine" only seconds after the men had departed for the milk barn.
"Look… it's finished!" Grace cried. "Remember? They agreed that the last step would be to tack the padding onto the wood."
"You're right," Dot said. "Let's get the goat and try it out!"
"Let's see how well it fits, fist," Grace suggested. She climbed up onto the padding, her ass aimed upward as she hung over the inverted vee of the table. "Feels okay," she reported. "Try it, Dot." She got down and looked at her blonde friend.
Dot slipped out of her frock and unfastened her brassiere as Grace watched with a curious look. The ripe mounds of Dot's tits sprung out to jiggle merrily as the bra was tossed aside. Then she peeled off her panties.
"Only one way to try it," she said, grinning as she climbed up on the device and draped herself over the padding. "The way I expect to use it." She wiggled around to position herself, and the bouncing cheeks of her ass seemed to catch Grace's eye in am oddly enticing way.
The redhead moved in closer, then impetuously reached up and teased the blonde hairs of her friend's crotch. They were suspiciously damp to the touch, and on further impulse, Grace slid her finger on into the moist flesh beyond the hair.
"Yes!" Dot cried. "Finger me, Grace. I want to know what it's like… being screwed while I'm banging here like this."
Grace began to finger-fuck Dot swiftly, her middle finger riding slickly in the moist tunnel of the blonde's cunt, her thumb pressuring the exposed wrinkles of Dot's winking asshole. The wet golden hairs stuck and clung to the moving finger as more and more juice began to gather with Dot's leaping passion.
The blonde's ass rose and fell in rhythmic thrusts to meet the massage, and the coarse padding frictioned the tip of her clitoris at each stroke.
"Oh, I wish… that goat could… be here now!" she panted as she felt her thrills increasing rapidly. Grace, sensing the blonde's need for more meat to expand her loosening sheath, added another finger, then a third, to spread the slick walls of the pulsing twat.
The excitement had spread to Grace as patently as it had captured Dot. The redhead curled her body around the padded trestle of the device, found Dot's left tit with her seeking lips, and gave the spongy nipple a series of fast, hungry sucks. Her free hand sought her crotch and began to stir up the froth in her own oozing cunt.
"Grace, baby! Oooh-h, that's nice!" Dot moaned. Grace had rolled the nipple between her lips firmly, nuzzled the breast to loosen the sealed ducts, then sucked to bring out the drops of love-milk through the nipple.
The taste of the fluid excited Grace still more; she was ready to drink any and all of the juices of sex, she was so hot and pulsing. There was no more to be had in the dry tit, and she could not reach the other one, so she deserted the breast and changed her position.
From the rear, because of the clever design of the padded trestle, Dot's cunt was beautifully vulnerable. Grace removed her soupy fingers and pressed her mouth into the hot, wet flesh. She shoved her dripping middle finger into Dot's asshole as it winked open with excitement, and the blonde shrieked with joy.
"Oh, honey! Eat me fast… I'm coming!" Dot cried, her body starting to twist and jerk with the first tremblings of her climax.
Grace gave the twitching clit a few fast sucks, then drank the gathered juices as Dot bucked and moaned through her climax. Grace felt her orgasm start, and she shoved her fingers as deeply as possible in her convulsing hole as she started to shake with the powerful tremors.
When they recovered from their gasping spasms, they felt the relief of their sexual tensions, but both were still hot and lustful, their thoughts focusing on the hairy cock of the stud goat. Grace slipped her hand from her crotch, letting her frock fall into place, and hurried out across the barnyard to Randy's pen, leaving Dot hanging over the damp padding to anticipate the next round.
The horny buck smelled the female oozings in Grace's crotch, and she had to use the end of his lead rope to whip him into obedience as she led him to the machine shed. Dot heard and smelled the rutting beast's approach; she got off the machine and helped Grace coerce the animal into the restraining harness the men had provided. They cinched up the buckles and stood back to watch the goat's reactions.
His eyes rolled wildly as he fought the harness, frantic to get at the source of the heated female odor. His cock projected from its sheath, glistening with the pre-fuck ooze of his eagerness.
"Oh Jesus!" Dot moaned. "I want that in me so bad!" Her ass made sharp, demanding jerks as her cunt bumped toward the coveted meat of the beast's prick. She was almost hysterical in her lust to have the steamy red prong tear into her.
"Come on," Grace said, forcing herself to be a good hostess, although it was a hard struggle to fight with her own lustful sex drive. She helped Dot back onto the machine, then swung the safety shield around on its pivots to lock in place above the bent woman's back. The top of the shield had a rug-covered mound to simulate the haunches of a female goat.
When Grace led the haltered billy up the ramp, he nosed into the steamy crotch and bellowed loudly at its rich scent. He needed no urging to leap up and brace his front hooves on the carpeted mound. His prick slid even further from its hairy prepuce and gave a wiggling, searching movement as its wet, hot tip slithered into the seething flesh of Dot's cunt.
"Oh, you sweet brute!" Dot cried as the hot, hard worm of the prick bored into her tunnel. Its coarse-haired foreskin had shoved back to bristle maddeningly in the sensitive flesh of her vulva, and she was ready to scream for joy at the thrills rippling over her body.
The beast fucked into her with a grunting frenzy, and Dot's ass began to rotate and hump to meet the powerful strokes of his drive. The rigid prick felt as if it were red-hot, and its tip curled around her tunnel walls as she spiraled her ass in frantic movements.
"Oh, Grace!" she cried. "What a cuntful of meat!"
Grace was frothing at the cunt and drooling as she climbed around the machine to wedge her body under Dot's upper torso, wiggling into place until her cunt was in the blonde's face. Her back was bowed, pressed up against the underside of the safety shield, but she would have suffered any discomfort to obtain what she needed.
"Eat me, Dot!" she begged. "My twat's burning up with the creamy itch!"
Dot's mouth found the lips of Grace's swollen cunt. She licked at them, sucked hungrily at the fleshy contours of the vulva, and located the hard bud of Grace's clit. Her lips fastened on the heated little knob and she gave it a hard suck.
"Oh, yes, doll! Milk it!" Grace cried. Her cunt undulated at the avid mouth, as if she could fuck the tiny clit into the lips that held it. Her ass trembled against the padding behind her, and she felt the wetness of her excessive cream and Dot's saliva as it trickled down her thighs.
Randy's rutting goat cock was plunging hotly into Dot's cunt with long, swift fucks that reached her final depths. She was on her way to a tremendous inner explosion. When the stud's strokes shortened and his prick quivered in the far reaches of her cunt, she shrieked with the anticipation of his oncoming climax.
The rush of hot come seemed to scald her quivering sheath as it spurted into her, flooding her depths and squishing out to steam and splash against her inner thighs. Her lust boiled up, and she gave Grace's clit such a hot, wet suck that Grace screamed and began to come in tense convulsions.
When the stud had shot his last gob of come in her, Dot almost blacked out, but she was aware of the meaty prick being withdrawn as the goat backed away and dropped his front hooves to the floor of the shed.
She also felt the squishy spurt of his come as it flowed out of her cunt, trickling onto the padding by her thighs. But it was Grace who recovered first, managing to extricate herself from her contorted position and climb around the side of the trestle to stand weakly, clinging to the framework of the machine with shaky hands.
Her feet were planted far apart, to brace herself against the fall she feared because of her lightheadedness, and she felt the air from the open door of the shed cooling her wet pussy and thighs at the same moment that her eyes focused on the figures silhouetted in the sunlight of the doorway.
"My God!" she croaked from a passion-dried throat. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to get the biggest, boniest hard-on of my life," said Dean Palmer in a hoarse statement of amazement.
"But not long enough, damn it!" cried Phyllis Palmer, moving closer to look at the results of the wild orgy. Her eyes focused on the dripping prick of the stud goat, then on the splayed sogginess that was Dot's oozing cunt. "What I wouldn't give to be in your place, Dot Lambert… it is you, isn't it?" Phyllis walked still closer to the machine and leaned down to study the blonde's flushed face.
"Hi, Phyl," Dot offered in a dry whisper. "Help me up, will you?"
Phyllis figured out the pivoting of the safety shield and swung it aside, then she helped the blonde off the trestle. Grace was still in shock from the appearance of the audience, and she stood there, staring at Dean, her cunt growing cold with the evaporation of her juices.
Dean saw the trembling of her legs and body. He stepped up to stand beside her; he loosened the fabric where she had rolled up her frock to expose her cunt for action, and it fell to cover her legs against the breeze.
"Jesus, Grace!" he said in the same hoarse voice of his first greeting. "I hope to hell you people can use some more members in this swinging club. Phyl and I are liable to screw ourselves to death with envy, if you don't let us join!"