When Grace and Dot took the Palmers into the house and sheepishly related how they had been surprised, their husbands took one look at the Palmers, saw that the local swingers included another couple, then began to laugh.
When the fun subsided, they sat around drinking together and oriented the Palmers on the coming party. Then Dean got George off to one side and, without mentioning Mary Margaret's name, explained that he had left a friend's dog at the vet's clinic, where he had been told that Doc Lambert was at the McDonald farm.
"Which is why I drove over here," Dean said. "Now I'm glad I did! With threshing done, I'll have a little excess energy to spare, and it looks as if I've found a fun group to spend it with."
He described the surgery the dog's owner wanted performed and asked George if he was familiar with it. The vet grinned and nodded as he lifted his drink for a sip.
"I've done a couple of those," he admitted. "But I can't quite imagine anyone around here…"
"Nor was I prepared to find such goat lovers in this community," Dean remarked. "Seems that Gatesville isn't exactly the squarest place around, after all."
"No, indeed!" Cole said as he and Phyllis joined the two men. "In fact, Grace and Dot are in the showers getting revived, and I wonder why we don't have a warm-up party tonight after dinner."
There seemed to be no other urgent engagements as they talked it over, then George suggested they phone the missing couple and make it a complete "get-acquainted" evening. Everyone agreed, and he made the cad. The Gateses were about to eat dimmer, but they agreed to drive over as soon as they were through eating.
Grace and Dot heard the news when they rejoined the others, and there was a concerted rush by the three women as they worked together to get the meal ready. But there was time for a leisurely dinner and cleanup before the other couple arrived.
Harlan and Barbara Gates renewed social acquaintances with the Palmers and McDonalds over brandy, and the Lamberts helped break the ice for everyone. Soon they were conversing and laughing together in complete relaxation. By eight-thirty, a natural pairing seemed to take place as a result of their animated socializing.
Dean and Barbara found themselves upstairs, peering into the open doorways of several rooms. Dean was uneasy, since there had been no formal assignment of rooms, but this was old stuff to Barbara.
"This looks cozy!" she said, leading him into a bedroom and closing the door behind them. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sexily up at Dean, noting his confused, boyish expression. "Just to keep things going smoothly, I'll warn you that I have only one taboo: brutality. I've enjoyed every other kind of fun that I tried. Now, how about you, Dino? Anything bug you?"
"We agree on the rough stuff," he told her. "And I haven't found anything else that bugs me. One thing I really enjoy, though, is watching a beautiful female undress." His eyes caressed her with the same softness as his voice, and she smiled her willingness even as she reached up and began to unfasten her dress.
She shrugged out of the top part as she sat, then stood up to let the garment fall to her feet. Dean consumed her loveliness with a steady, frank gaze that roamed over her physique, then he began to examine her fine points.
Her brown hair fed into a softly curled rob at her shoulders, and it outlined the tender vulnerability of her neck. Her yellow bra and panties emphasized the tan of her skin, and Dean saw that it was satin perfection, unmarred by any visible blemish.
She unhooked her bra, and her tits popped out to claim his attention. Their perfection matched the rest of her; firm, rounded globes of ripe fullness, capped with pertly jiggling nipples. As she peeled off her panties, he felt his cock stiffen and throb. The glistening brown curls of her snatch were out-thrust under a mound of swollen cuntlips that parted slightly to show a pink glimmer of her moist pussy within.
"Mrs. Palmer's little boy is having Christmas in the middle of summer!" Dean said, wetting his lips as she let his eyes tell her how sincere he was in his compliment.
"Did Mrs. Palmer teach her boy how to undress, or would you like me to do it for you?" Barbara asked. Dean had no objection.
"She taught me," he said. "But I remember how nice it was to have a woman's soft hands do it for me."
Barbara's fingers fairly flew as she stripped him to the waist, then slowed teasingly as she unfastened his slacks, her hand lingering as it slid over the bulge of his rigid cock. She dropped his parts and shorts together, then knelt to pull them off his feet, taking his shoes too.
Instead of rising, she simply tilted her head up slowly, letting the soft tendrils of her hair caress his thighs and the underside and tip of his out-thrust cock. As her face appeared on a level with his crotch, she pressed her nose into his balls. He could hear the sniff of her inhalation and feel the cool air stir as she breathed in his male scent. She exhaled warmly on his balls, and Dean groaned at the extra throb in his pulsing cock. "Lady, I'll follow you anywhere!" he vowed.
Her hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and she pulled him to her, pressing her nose and lips into his balls as she filled her nostrils with his warmth. She released him, kissed the head of his cock wetly, then rose to her feet.
"I follow; you lead," she said simply, standing so close to him that her nipples teased the hair on his chest. He swept her into his arms, their lips met, and immediately their tongues began to battle. As a wet, heated session of kissing began, Dean slid his hands down her back to cup her buttocks. His fingers trailed into the warm, feathery crack of her ass.
Barbara shifted her stance, letting the cheeks of her ass part, as if he had only to give the slightest signal for complete access to any part of her body. His fingers slid to the warm, soft center of her tender, wrinkled asshole. He probed gently at the damp blossom of flesh, and she relaxed it for him.
He eased his fingertip inside, relishing the momentary sensation of entering her body, but she wanted him to know that she trusted him, that he could do as he wished with her. She put her arms around his neck and shoulders, then jumped up to latch her legs around his waist.
Her asshole opened to him and his finger slid in further. Her moist cunt was kissing his belly, her brown pubic hairs tickling the top side of his rigid cock. He groaned and eased her down onto the bed, removing his finger from her asshole.
Their kiss ended, and they panted hotly, face to face, each residing in the other's eyes their mutual desire to make this last as long as possible. Dean took a nipple in his lips and began a series of sucks, nibbles and air-blowings that soon had Barbara humming and gasping with pleasure.
He worked her tit over until he stole her love-milk, then he moved to the other tit and swelled its spongy nipple with the same treatment. Barbara's body was twitching now, and her ass had begun an almost imperceptible dance on the sheet.
Dean kissed a trail over the unbelievable softness of her belly, and his mouth was soon in the mounded forest of her snatch. Slowly, Barbara moved her legs, and as her magnificent thighs spread apart, the pink warmth of her gash grew in its nest of brown hair until it had blossomed out and breathed its female fragrance into his nostrils. He inhaled it, groaned at the heady, compelling scent, then licked at the appetizing sex flesh with a greedy tongue.
Barbara whimpered as he lapped up the film of cream that covered her vulva. He gave her hot little hole a series of fucks with the tip of his tongue, then reached up to twit the eager bud of her clit.
"Dino!" she gasped. "If you're going to… take me all the way… with your mouth… please let me have your cock to eat!" Her ass quivered, and the flesh at the backs of her thighs trembled with excitement.
He knew they would have time to enjoy it both ways-they would make time! He turned around to cover her body with his own, keeping his face over her vulnerably exposed crotch. His cock dangled above her lips, and she took it in her hand.
"Thanks, Dean!" she said. "The funky smell of your balls made me hungry to eat you. Don't be afraid to fuck my throat; I can protect myself!" She licked the length of his shaft, from tip to base, then sucked at the skin of his balls, mouthing each nut separately.
He gasped and buried his face in her cunt, breathing in the steamy delight of her fragrance, giving the quivering flesh hot little sucks as he sought more of her flavorful juice.
Barbara moaned around the head of his cock, which she had just sucked into the moist donut of her pouting lips. The sensation made Dean moan into her cunt. He seized her clit and began to resume the twitting that had excited her so.
She fucked upward, moving her clit into his lips, and he gave it a milking suck that drew a whimper from her. She was bringing her head up high, sliding his cock into her throat at each stroke. He knew her neck would tire swiftly, so he began to fuck downward gently, signaling her to save her neck muscles. She lay there and let him fuck her mouth, concentrating on building up a good suction to pull out his come.
Her ass was pounding the bed as she screwed up to fuck his lips with her clit. Her cream was oozing plentifully, and he reveled in the odor and flavor that assailed him like a hypnotic steam.
He could feel her muscles tensing as she neared the peak of her passion, and he made his sucks harder and tighter on her little bud. She made a gurgling cry around the bulky fullness of his cock and her pussy rose up to engulf him as she began to come.
He fucked into her throat twice more, then let her apply full suction as he spurted out his hot offering for her. She gulped at the rich come, drinking it greedily as her body convulsed in the joy of orgasm.
She drained him, and he grunted as he pulled out of her mouth and fell beside her on the bed. He could hear her smacking wetly at the last tricklings of his come in her mouth, gasping in air deeply, just as he was.
"Lady, your pussy is one hell of a sweet delight!" he told her when things were calmer.
"And those were tasty gushes you fed me," she said. "Let's rest for a while; I want to daydream about what it win feel like when you squirt my cunt fun of that hot stuff!"
Harlan Gates ushered Phyllis Palmer into one of the upstairs bedrooms-the one opposite the closed door where he knew his wife had taken Dean Palmer. As he closed the door behind him, he could feel the excitement that Phyllis generated. He always enjoyed "breaking in" new swappers, for their excitement at the novelty of the thing-once he had dissolved their early tensions-heightened their basic passions.
"You are a very lovely doll," he told her, taking her gently by the upper arms and hissing her softly on the lips. They were moist, ripely full lips, pouted roundly into tender cushions that titillated his lust. They trembled, then parted as her mouth opened. Her tongue slid hesitantly out, and he sucked it into his mouth.
She let him suck hungrily on her tongue, then she pulled it back and suctioned his mouth until he gave her his tongue. She went after it avidly, sucking it hard as his hands unfastened the back of her dress.
When they broke apart, she simply shrugged her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Harlan stepped back and took off his slacks as he regarded her appealing beauty in bra and panties. He slipped out of his shirt and faced her in his shorts.
Phyllis saw the gigantic bulge in his crotch and her excitement increased. She wondered if this were one of those monstrous cocks that could rip an average cunt apart. To cover her shakiness, she busied herself with removing her bra.
Harlan watched her tits being exposed. He licked his lips, and eyed the glossy bush of her snatch as she took off her panties. It almost glowed, so shiny were the tendrils.
"What a whorishly beautiful bush!" he murmured. "It's lovely enough to fuck by itself, even if there were nothing behind it!"
"What a strange thing to say!" Phyllis replied. "Do you always think of a woman in parts like that?"
"I appreciate a woman as an individual experience," he told her. "But I delight in the distinct and separate little beauties that make her the individual she is." He stepped out of his shorts, and Phyllis gasped at the awesome size of his prick and the heavy hang of his generous balls.
"You see," he said. "You're thinking of parts, too, aren't you?"
She had to nod affirmatively, but she was wondering at the moment what it would take to make the Cant cock hard; it was just handing there against his nuts, as if awaiting the command to come to attention.
"Sit on the bed, will you, Phyllis?" he asked her. She sat down and looked up at him. "Now take your ankles in your hands, if you will, and hold them apart as you learn back to lie down."
Puzzled but cooperative, she did as he asked. Harlan watched her cunt split down the center of the glossy black bush, then stare at him pinkly, the thick lips spread out in moist invitation. Watching through the framework of her arms and legs, Phyllis saw the awesome meat of his cock acquire its bone, rising up until it pointed directly at her. IT had gained little in size, but it now looked almost destructive in its rigidity.
She was intrigued when he sat cross-legged on the bed and moved toward her until the tip of his meaty cock teased the lips of her cunt. He straightened out his legs until they sandwiched her torso, then he took his prick in his hand and began caressing her twat with its hot, smooth head.
She had been creaming with anticipation, and this ooze now oiled the path for his eight-inch cock as he tickled the sensitive surface of her vulva. He traced the outline of her swollen lips, the inner convolutions of her twat, and then he began to scribble little designs around the trembling tip of her clitoris.
"Oh God, Harlan!" she moaned as the thrills raced through her. "A little more of that and I'll cream up a flood!"
"Wonderful!" he replied. "Then I can ride the flood to its source." He massaged her with the head of his cock until she was whimpering and gasping steadily. When her juices were flowing fast, he circled the tip of the prick into a spiral, centering it neatly in the heated hole of her entrance.
He seized her upraised thighs near her hips and pulled as he drove into her. She felt the walls of her cunt expand with the great fullness of his cock as he plowed firmly into her tunnel. He rode all the way in, then lifted his hands to her.
"Take my hands," he said. When she did, he pulled her up and maneuvered his body around in the bed. She found herself sitting on him, impaled to the guts on his hot cock. "Now you can bounce around on it until you begin to feel comfortable," he said. "Take your time and set your own pace."
She took a deep breath, sitting there as carefully as if the shaft inside her were a two-edged sword. She could feel the bulging bag of his balls in the wet cradle of her passion-thickened cuntlips. It felt as if the tip of his prick was stretching the end of her sheath up into her belly above the navel.
"I'm… I'm almost afraid to move," she said with a slightly hysterical giggle. But she gathered her courage and started to move up and down on the hard meat, feeling it bulge the sides of her cunt as it moved within her.
"Jesus, Harlan!" she gasped after a while. "That feels better all the time!"
She increased her speed and the length of her strokes, and soon both of them were grunting and gasping with the exciting sensations that ensued. The complete contact of the thick shaft as it frictioned her walls seemed to stimulate the flow of her cream. It was a slippery froth that boiled out of her as she slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, soaking them both with her warm amp;1.
His balls began to feel spongier as she bore down on them with the lower edge of her cuntlips. She wondered if they were filling from some other reservoir, gathering their power to explode somewhere in her vitals.
Her cunt grew greedy; the more it became used to the generous serving of man-meat, the more it wanted. She drove down onto the hard cock in a frenzy, her cunt muscles gulping at the bulk as if eager to bite it off and digest it.
"Oh, Harlan! I'm coming!" she cried abruptly. Spasms shook her, tightening her twat around its meal as she drove down in a final effort to engulf him, balls and all.
She felt the surge along the length of his cock like a ripple in an egg swallowing snake. Then his come erupted from the tip and burst high inside her, splashing hotly against the mouth of her womb and flooding down along the tunnel to ooze out between them.
Her body tensed and shook powerfully as her orgasm reached its peak. She squealed with the ecstasy, farted with excitement, and then went limp.
She was aware of the decreased hardness of his cock, but it was still a respectable fullness inside her. She wanted to keep it there for a while, to absorb the flavor of his sheer maleness, retain it as a memory of a stirring excitement.
Then she thought of something interesting. That monster had expanded her cunt excitingly; it would be fun to see how much of it she could get into her mouth.
She rose up off the stake of flesh, let it splat down against Harlan's thigh, and positioned herself so she could get at it with her lips. Carefully, knowing how sensitive it would be at the moment, she licked at the smeary head, then sucked it into her lips.
"God, Phyllis!" he groaned. "Let it cool for a while, wig you?"
"Okay," she agreed. "I can wait." She put her head on his thigh, inhaled the heavy odor of his semen, and took sneaky tastes of it from his dripping shaft.
As the minutes passed, his sensitivity decreased. She grew bolder in her licking and sucking of his limp shaft and balls, and before she had cleaned him thoroughly, his flesh began to harden once more.
She felt excitement build up in her again as she anticipated what was to come. The way he had exploded while his cock was deep in her cunt, she could expect quite a load in her throat.
But she had to have the experience to remember. Like the novelty of being fucked by the mammoth organ, sucking off the big cock was not something she would want to tackle every night of the week; but she was sure it would be memorable.
Slowly, she slipped her lips wetly over the swelling head and let it slide along her tongue. As it entered her mouth, she could feel it pulsing, hardening, readying itself for her.
She gave it a loving suck and began to move her head back and forth…