Cole had been stirred by the sight of Dot Lambert for a long time. He carried with him, as if burned into his memory, the image he had viewed one day at George's clinic more than a year before.
He had taken Laddie in for his booster shots, and while the dog was being treated, Cole had moseyed along the corridor, looking at the amusing collection of paintings, sketches, cartoons and odd art forms depicting pets that lined the walls.
When he came to a doorway, he was about to cross it and continue looking at the corridor walls. But he glanced inside, to see the vet's lovely wife sitting on a desk with one foot pulled up beside her. She was applying mercurochrome to her ankle, probably on a scratch from one of the patients.
It was a hot summers and Dot was wearing a cotton uniform. Cole stared directly at the parted lips of her snatch, licking his lips at the delicious appearance of her cunt. Her golden blonde hairs gleamed in the bright light of the surgical lamp that she was using to treat her wound. And Cole had to get a grip on his will power, to keep from diving into her gorgeous muff and eating it.
After a year of nourishing this memory, he was determined to grab off Dot in tonight's swapping; he almost drooled at the glory of the anticipated feast!
By the time he had led her into the upstairs guest room that remained unoccupied, Cole was seething with desire for the blonde. She was sensitive enough to feel his lust for her, and she was excited by the compliment of his hunger, eager to feed him with her body and have him feed the hungers that were building in her.
The door closed behind them. He seized her and kissed her; she knew from the way his lips and tongue worked at her mouth that he wanted her cunt the same way, desperately. Heat spread in her belly and legs, and her twat began to itch and cream with eagerness.
Their mouths separated and they panted, eyeing each other like starving tigers. Dot could feel the downy hairs stand up on the skin that covered her spine. She felt primeval, as if she were more beast than human, with sharp, consuming animal desires gnawing in her.
She put her hands on her hips and began a series of grinding movements that made her ass roll voluptuously and her tits jiggle provocatively. She tossed a sharp bump at him, then felt a drop of her oozing cream nip off her cunt to cling to her frock – the only garment she wore on this hot day.
"You want me," she sad in a low voice. "Tell me how you want me, Cole; I want to hear it!"
He stared at her grinding ass, felt the heat of her desire hit him like the blast from an opened oven, and knew her for what she was, what she had to be for him at that moment. His nostrils flared with lust and he told her, in quiet, harsh tones:
"I want your cunt… your juicy, golden-haired cunt… spread out for me like a fresh-split melon. I want to lick it… suck its juices… fuck your hot little hole with my tongue… nibble your bud until you scream… then suck you some more. When you can't stand being eaten for another second… l want to shove my cock into that dream cunt and fuck you out of your mind as I fill you with all the come I can shoot into you!"
Her eyes had become more burning, almost feverish, as she listened to him. Her hands slowly unfastened her dress. When he was silent, she took off the frock and threw herself onto the bed. She learned on one elbow and drew her legs widely apart as she stared up at him, feeling the heat from her cunt reflect off her thighs as if it were a furnace.
"Here it is, Cole," she husked. "Hot gash… munch it, lover! Suck it… lick it… drink it dry if you cam!" Her ass was moving slowly all the while, making the wet pinkness quiver and undulate in its golden nest like a thing with a fierce life of its own.
Cole undressed rapidly and dove at the steamy twat with his hands outstretched to seize her thighs. He pressed his lips to the swollen lips of her snatch and gave her cunt a giant suck. The delicious shock was so sudden that Dot almost pissed in his face.
Then Cole began to lick and lap at her heated flesh, and Dot moaned as she lay back and let the thrills course through her body. From the moment of contact there was nothing but raw, animal greed between them; Cole wanted to devour the musky womanness that oozed from her tunnel, and Dot wanted to be consumed.
His tonguing was deliberately slow; he prolonged the contact with her most sensitive spots, stopping often to apply his lips to the faintest trace of her liquid and giving it slurping little sucks that removed her honey from the quivering flesh.
Dot moaned as her ass wiggled with passion; her hands cupped the aching fullness of her tits, where the swollen nipples stood erectly waiting, eager to be consumed in the fierceness of Cole's demanding mouth.
His tongue entered her, thrust past the spastic winking of her inner cuntlips, probed around in the warm, honeyed vestibule and tasted the more heated gathering of cream that lined her walls. She whimpered and rolled her head from side to side as he began to move his tongue in and out of the clinging cunt mouth.
Her sheath constricted, a gurgling, urgent sound announced the squishiness of her inner reaches, and Cole groaned with feverish lust as he sought to bury his tongue in her ad the way. He was far short of the goal and he thirsted for the treasure that eluded him.
His lips pressed around the puckered hole, and he gave a mighty series of sucks that brought him some of the coveted gurglings. He hummed like a contented cat as he swallowed her liquid musk, then he began to lick the outer flesh of her cunt once more.
Dot was ready to climb the walls; Cole's mouth was reaching her with its suckings to a depth that stirred her beyond the tolerance of her lusty nervous system. As he seized her clit in his lips and milked it greedily in rhythmic sucks, her body began to stiffen and tremble.
"Argh-h-h-h!" Her scream vibrated to the tempo of her convulsing twat; massive convulsions of her tunnel caused more gurglings as her ass left the bed, driving her pussy tightly against Cole's mouth.
He knew she was going to run wild, so he took his last chance to drink from her fountain, sucking powerfully at the spasming hole of her cunt. She shrieked and tore her body away from him in the reflex of painful ecstasy.
Cole crept onto the bed, knelt, seized her knees, then forced them apart; she had tightened her thighs together, to contain the powerful sensations that boiled up in her cunt. He slid the rigid pole of his cock along in the wet furrow of her golden gash, plowing her petals aside with the darkly swollen head.
She whimpered and sobbed as the meaty glans rubbed against her over-sensitized flesh, but Cole jockeyed the tip of his cock into position with a series of ass wigglings, wedging the head in her winking hole and driving in past the trembling inner lips.
Dot emitted a gurgling moan as his prick filled her. The fat head spread her sheath as it traveled inward, conquering the tunnel even where her muscular contractions spawned in the final throes of her orgasm. It stopped at her tunnel's end, restrained by the limit of her entrance, which could not accommodate the bulk of his spongy bag of nuts.
"You steamy, funky hunk of woman!" Cole whispered to her with lust burning in his eyes. "I'm going to fuck the piss out of you!"
He pulled the shaft out halfway, then drove it again into her body, his balls splatting wetly at her lower cuntlips and the crack of her ass. She gasped and sobbed, then her ass began to roll and thrust upward. Her cunt mouthed him, swallowed at him, ate at the head of his plunging cock with demanding gulps.
"I'll swallow you!" she threatened. "Balls and all, I'll… digest that delicious brute!" She pumped up at him as he humped into her sex throat, and they became a savage, writhing mass of wet, hot flesh and bone and muscle.
The slurpy fuckings resounded in the room, echoing the silent screams of their animal lusts as they sought to consume each other with the heat and desire of their bodies. Cole felt the rapid increase in the tempo of her cunt swallows, and he knew that she was having an interim climax. Her short, sharp moans confirmed it.
Then she went wild. Her arms encircled him and her fingernails dug into his back. Her muscles seemed to spasm at once, and the frantic bucking of her body beneath him signaled a mammoth orgasm.
He jerked his cock in and out of her in short, hard fucks that pasted his balls tightly to her crotch. Then he lost control, and he began to fire his liquid rockets into her depths. The first globs burst against her innermost flesh with such heat and impact that she yelled, then she sobbed as each following spurt poured into her.
Cole held her there, nailed to the bed with the spike of his prick, until it softened completely. Then he pulled out of her and rolled away from her trembling body. He stared at the mess of her golden gash, watched the pulsations of its darkened pink mouth as it spewed out the excessive ooze of his come.
The glistening gold tendrils became clogged with the pearly drops and blobs, and a heavy trickle made a string that ran into the crack of her ass. Her belly heaved and her tits shivered as she sucked in air; the whole front of her body shone with the wetness of their combined perspiration.
"Oh, Cole!" she moaned hoarsely. "What a delicious sex battle!" Her eyes regarded him seriously for a while, then gleamed with a sudden knowledge. "You've wanted me… for quite a long time… haven't you?"
"For a year," he said, nodding as he gazed into her blue eyes.
"I knew it! It takes a special kind of hunger to eat and fuck like that. We'll never have it so good again, unless we wait for another year."
"I'd rather settle for a little less fierceness than wait so umgoldly long," he told her.
"Me, too," she said. Her hands cupped her tits savagely and her ass began a rolling movement on the bed. Her tongue lashed out to lick her lips wetly, and Cole felt a jerking throb in his cock; he sensed that he needed to recover quickly, for that mouth was anticipating a feast of its own!
George Lambert had spent his come lavishly in the goat cunt he had pumped into earlier in the day. But the entire atmosphere of the farm and its sex-filled residents had stimulated his libido like nothing had in years.
And the lust he felt for Grace McDonald added to the hungers that made all his juices gather and build inside him. Every time he had seen the redhead, he sensed an inner fire that he lusted to taste. The feverish glimmering in her green eyes made him think that she loved nothing better than a plunging cock. He wanted her so much that he knew the act could never be as great as the way he fancied it in his mind.
Yet, the way her springy ass bounced as she preceded him into the big downstairs bedroom, he felt his hopes rekindled. A woman who could move like that, so liquidly and gracefully, but make all the right places jiggle with enticement, could be capable of unsuspected delights.
He had been ready for a certain shyness at least a cautious hesitancy, not too surprising for a swap initiate-but Grace seemed unusually calm. It was as though, once she decided to make the move, she had surrendered all tensions and inhibitions and had let herself go completely. Her actions appeared to bear out George's theory, for she began to undress the moment the door closed behind them. He simply stood and watched. Her frock slid off her shoulders, then down her upper arms to the elbows; her uncovered tits thrust outward and upward proudly, their coral nipples trembling at the tips like wind-blown berries.
She let the frock fall to the floor, and George saw that she had on a pair of aqua-colored panties. Her coppery hair bulged out the crotch, and tendrils curled from under the leg bands to accent the pale delicacy of her inner thighs.
At the lower extreme of the crotch, the material had a darker coloring; dampness had crept from between her passionate petals to moisten the panties significantly. She saw him stare at the telltale spot.
"I didn't say I was neat, did I?" she quipped with trembling lips, betraying a nervousness he had not detected until then. He softened her apprehension by kneeling in front of her and reaching up to cup the superb cheeks of her ass with his hands, reveling in the satin warmth of her body beneath the cool satin of her panties.
"Neatness never counts in sex," he assured her. "Cleanliness, most of the time… but neatness, never!" He pressed his nose and mouth into the cushioned warmth of her crotch and inhaled her scent. It was delicately musky, definitely hot, and compellingly appetizing.
"Oh God, Gracie!" he said into the softness of her covered muff. "Your cunt smells so good!"
His hands moved up to her waistband and peeled down the panties swiftly. As the soggy crotch came away from her coppery curls, the air was filled with the moist, warm fragrance of her juice. George groaned excitedly as he moved her backward until she sat down on the bed.
His hands gripped her trim ankles and raised them; she tipped over backward on the bed, and he knelt at the ready, his face in her wet hairs, breathing the mist of her desire. Then he had to taste her. His lips rubbed the inner edges of her parted slit and his tongue slithered into the furrow to sample the honey.
Her flavor excited him even more, and he began to eat her pussy with a rising greed. But his cock was rising, also. It strained at the confinement of his clothing, and he had to stop and get to his feet.
"Sorry!" he apologized for the interruption. "I have to bail a friend out of jail." He stripped for action, then knelt again, to bury his mouth in the fleshy melon of her twat.
"George!" she breathed softly. "Oh, yes, lover! Eat me!" The cheeks of her ass pressed together as her pubic mound elevated to cup her cunt beautifully for his feast.
His lips and tongue cruised over the darkening coral flesh, the honey disappearing in fast little laps and sucks that brought moans and whimpers to her throat.
"Oh God, I'm so… hot and wet inside!" she moaned. "Suck me out; George!" Her cunt pressed forcefully against his mouth and he stuck his tongue into her hole and fucked her with it several times. She wiggled her ass and whimpered wildly.
He sucked at the opening, drank her moisture, then took her clit in his lips and began to milk it expertly. Tiny ones burst from her throat as the thrills burst in her belly like Roman candles. Her body quivered with the beginnings of her release.
"Oh, George! Quick! Suck hard!" she cried as her muscles began to tighten and her head became light and fuzzy.
He gave the throbbing little bud two powerful sucks, and she let out a wail as her body pulled away from him and tried to curl up in a tight ball. George licked at the taste of her on his lips, watching her shudder until the siege was over. She straightened out and exhaled in a trembling sigh, then she lay there, gasping.
He moved his head to her thigh, letting his nose hang over the vapor that rose from her hot snatch. His cock was pointing up in the air, throbbing steadily with its eagerness as he inhaled the fragrance of her cooling cunt.
Grace could see the fleshy staff of his prick jutting out from his groin, and she felt a freshening of her inner hungers. Her hand reached down and clasped the solid warmth of it, feeling its soft pulsations of lust for her.
"I'm still twittering inside, George," she whispered. "But I want to be fucked… oh God, how I want this shoved into me!"
He got up and crawled into the vee of her thighs; his prick slid easily into the slippery furrow and lodged in the central petals of her pulsing hole. She gasped, her sensitivity still highly aroused at the slightest touch. But he eased into her slowly, and she hummed her joy as his cock began to fill her sheath.
Oily claspings massaged his prick as it entered her; she was still convulsing periodically, her walls working at the meat that was thrust into her tunnel as if digesting it with the copious ooze that filled her passage.
George groaned at the potency of the sensation. He began to fuck into her fiercely, relishing the wet sponginess of her warm body as it received him.
"Fuck me fast, George!" she cried. "I can't last long! Fill me with jism, lover! Oh, George!"
Her ass worked furiously to drive her up to him; her cunt was gulping hungrily as she started to come. But she seemed to be hung up in her passion Her body was shaking and her breathing was ragged and loud.
George felt her desperation, but he was keeping his control until the last possible moment, so he could fire for greatest effect. He rested, concentrating on withholding his come, letting the wild, sucking grabs of her clutching cunt milk his stone-hard cock.
She began to sob, frantic with the need to complete the trip she had started; it was a beautifully ecstatic pain, staying at such a peak level of body awareness for so long. The more she cried, the harder it seemed to get over the last rise.
She fucked up at him like a madwoman, her whole being involved in the frenzied attempt to reach an orgasm. The lining of her cunt seemed to be scalding hot, and yet she wanted the heated fluids of George's body to drench her, fill her to the brim.
"George!" she sobbed. "Come in me! Spurt me full… oh God! Piss in me… anything!" She sobbed even harder as her ass trembled upward in weakening thrusts.
The milking sucks of her frantic cunt were terrible in their potency. George had taken all he could stand, and he was glad to release his control. The way her gulping cunt swallowed and disgorged his cock, he was ready to turn inside out.
"Here it comes, Gracie!" he cried. He drove downward, forcing her ass onto the bed and burying his knob in her tunnel where the nibbling mouth of her womb already sought to drink his yield.
He gushed hotly into her, and she shrieked as the fluid splashed in her depths. It was all she needed to carry her over the top. A giant shudder tore through her and her cunt crushed his cock like a velvet vise. He groaned as the claspings drained him, then he lay there and let her spasms work out the last tiny drop of his come.
When they separated, Grace began sobbing softly. She was crying for joy, so powerfully satisfying was her delayed release. She lay still as the flutterings subsided within her, relishing the deliciousness of complete relaxation.
"Okay, baby?" he asked when he thought her breathing had returned to normal.
"Lovely!" she said. "It was a rugged come, but it was worth the long, uphill struggle!"
"That delicious cunt of yours really makes a cock feel wanted!" he told her. "I can't remember a more exciting time."
"I hope your memory doesn't improve on the subject," she said. "I'd like to think that you'll be eager to come back; the welcome you felt inside me was for real."
He lay back beside her and closed his eyes, imagining how it would feel when he grew hard again, and Grace became eager for more cock. He wished she would suck him off; he'd like to have her mouth around his cock, pulling, sucking, working on his prick until he burst into her throat.
He learned how closely their minds were attuned when Grace got up on one elbow and looked down at him.
"Get a good rest," she advised him. "I want you to fill up to the brim for me; then I'm going to drink you dry!"