The first matings were so exciting, and the four couples so completely compatible, that the sex fever claimed them in earnest. They reassembled, two by two, for a midnight snack and gabfest. It was a unanimous decision to cancel the rest of their weekend engagements. The following days and nights were reserved for unlimited fun.
During breakfast, the three visiting couples used the phone to readjust their social schedules. George made a trip to his clinic to take care of emergency details, while Dean helped Cole with his morning chores, then he drove Cole over to the Palmer farm to handle the tasks of the morning there.
By 8:45, everyone was back on the McDonald farm. The women had done some prepackaging of meals and stored them in the refrigerator, so they had only fun and games to think about when all four couples congregated in the living room to eye each other with lustful speculation.
Dean, among the more enterprising, singled out Dot Lambert for his goal. He was not sure whether his choice was due to Dot's blondeness – a novel contrast to the dark brunette beauty of his wife – or simply a mutual magnetism that created currents between them. One thing Dean knew for certain was that he had the hots for Dot, and he hoped he could grab her off for the next round. To put in his claim, he stayed near her and engaged her in conversation about the clinic, bringing her coffee when her cup was empty and letting her know with his eyes that he wanted her.
Dot recognized the intent of his heated attentions; it made her feel somewhat the way she had felt around Cole McDonald. When a man hungers for a woman powerfully enough, she usually gets the impact of his vibrations before long. Dorothy Lambert decided that she wanted to see how Dean's hungers compared with Cole's.
Other pairings began to take place subtly as the minutes passed, until there were four separate conversations taking place in the room.
"What are we waiting for?" Dean whispered to Dot abruptly.
"Pick a room," she replied, her blue eyes challenging his gaze.
They simply walked out of the living room, hand in hand, and went upstairs. The women had changed all the sheets and turned down the beds, and Dean ushered Dot into the fist doorway they reached. He pulled the door shut, then followed her into the room. She walked invitingly under her frock. Dean thought she moved like a Siamese cat in heat.
"Any clothing at all is a desecration to a body that can move like that!" he told her, his eyes burning with unbridled lust. She smiled contentedly and unfastened the frock, letting it fall off as she walked to the bed. She kicked it off her feet and stood at the edge of the bed, flaunting her proud tits by holding her shoulders high with her arms well behind her.
"There must be artists turning over in their graves because they missed the chance to paint you," he said. He managed to get his clothes off without looking away from the warm glow of her exciting body. Then he walked over to place his hands on her shoulders.
He leaned over and kissed her, tasting the nectar of her mouth as it opened to him. They tongue-fenced hotly for a while, until Dean felt the touch of her nipple on his chest. He dropped his lips to the spongy morsel, nibbled at it carefully, then gave it a few wet sucks.
Dot hummed and pushed her tit against his face, wanting him to nurse on it greedily. He nuzzled into the mound, pressuring the inner ducts and stimulating her mammary nerves. He sucked and milked it with his lips, receiving the thin juice of her love-milk.
She squealed with delight and turned to give him her other tit. He nursed on it fiercely, drawing a little of its treasure out of the springy nipple, then abandoning it as he squatted down to inspect the golden fleece of her crotch.
He pushed his nose into the tight junction of her thighs and pubis, then inhaled. He could detect only a faint scent, but it was enough to heighten his excitement.
"God, Dorothy!" he said into her bush. "Sit down and open up for me, please… I need some of this for dessert." She sat on the bed and pulled up her feet, planting them far apart so that her cunt split beautifully to smile pinkly at him.
"Mmm-m-m-m!" he hummed as he moved his lips into the moist furrow. Her scent was richer now, stimulating him enough so that his cock prodded the edge of the bed and a deep hunger grew inside him.
The soft corn-silk of her golden hair made him think of the succulence of sweet corn. Her cream ran like melted butter in the tender flesh, and he lip-nibbled it and gathered exciting tastes of it with his tongue.
"Eat it, Dino… eat it up, lover!" she moaned, moving her ass gently in rhythm to his mouthings, creaming constantly as her lust mounted. She fell backward, to lie across the bed, legs up-drawn to give him access to her cunt.
Dean feasted shamelessly, enjoying her twat as if it were a ripe melon, the juices flying around his mouth as he sought out every nook and curve in her cunt. He screwed his tongue into her hole.
"Fuck it, doll!" she cried. Her ass lifted up to engulf the moist warmth of his tongue, and he gave her a number of little fucks before withdrawing it to attack her clit.
She whimpered as he fastened on the bud with his lips, moving it within its little garment of flesh, making it throb and tingle with the softness of his lips as he jacked it off for her.
"Oh, Dino… suck it!" she moaned. "Suck it… suck it, suck it!"
He almost devoured the tiny fleshling with a series of strong sucks that brought her to her finish, her ass sliding around on the bed as she whimpered and gasped with the violence of the orgasm that tightened her into a frenzied knot.
He raised his head and gulped in air while she slowly rode out the shuddering climax. She began to let her muscles relax. Her nostrils dilated with the heaviness of her breathing, and she wet her lips frequently, to relieve the dryness caused by her prolonged panting.
Dean rolled her over and knelt astride her legs, then slipped his hands under her hips and pulled her to her knees. Her upper torso was supported by her head and shoulders; she was too exhausted to raise up on her hands. The wet hairs of her cunt splayed out of her crotch and the swollen lips pouted from between her thighs, glistening with drops of her cream. Dean slid the head of his cock into the upside-down furrow, rode it into the velvet funnel of her cunt, then plunged into the clasping wetness of her sheath.
"Oh-h-h!" she moaned, her ass lifting and tilting, to let him enter her deeply. "You feel so good in there, Dean… Fuck me hard! I'm boiling!"
He began to shaft her with long, firm fucks, his balls flying under her crotch with the force of his thrusts. It was a snug tunnel; with her thighs close together, her entrance clamped his shaft tightly. But in her depths, it was meat and gravy, his prong sliding along through her oily claspings with rapid strokes.
His hands moved around from place to place, busy all the time. They caressed the sleek slopes of her hips, the taut roundness of her tits, and the hard contour of her tense belly. Occasionally he gripped her thighs or hips and pulled her to him as he plunged into her with am extra-fierce stroke.
The long drives were scraping against the cloak of her clit, sliding his prick back and forth over the tender bud. Dot's soft whimpers grew louder as the action built up the thrills inside her. Cream oozed around their swollen connection, frothing with the air captured in her tunnel by Dean's driving prick.
"Oh, shit, but I'm hot!" she cried. Her ass was pumping now, fucking back into Dean's groin and belly with eager thrusts. He leaned over her further and got a good grip on her tits, milking the nipples between his fingers as his hands kneaded the soft firmness of her breasts.
It was a good addition to the chain of stimulation. Dot had enjoyed the frictioning of her tits against the padding when she was hung over the trestle of the billy-girl machine. She was in almost the same position now, and Dean was plowing her with the same kind of deep, searching thrusts that the goat had used.
Her passion swelled suddenly, as if the remembered plunging of the goaty prick and its powerful gushes of come had stirred her more than the present action. But she was excitingly aware of the expert cockmanship that Dean was demonstrating.
He had modified his drives with a rotary movement, spiraling in the wrinkles of her sheath to massage every comer of her cunt. Her moans and grunts recorded the increase of her passion, and it was rapid. Dean knew it was almost over when her uterus crowded his movements at the end of his drives.
Dot squealed as her climax started; her cunt spasmed once and her body jerked taut, then she gasped and bucked as Dean pumped his load in hot spurts, squeezing the semen into her womb with the force of his final drive.
He kept his cock buried there until it stopped pulsing. Dot was convulsing periodically. He pulled out and sat back on his heels, his body glistening with sweat. He watched the pearly blobs dribble from her trembling cuntlips, squeezed out by the spasms of her inner walls.
Her shuddering and jerking had stopped, and her moans had faded into gaspings and occasional deep sighs. She was cooling down, easing into a relaxed appreciation of her sexual afterglow. But she stayed in the kneeling position, as if any movement might spoil the fading pulsations that rippled like caresses inside her.
Dean changed to a sitting position, remaining close to her ass as he became fascinated with the way her asshole winked to the inner rhythm of her diminishing spasms. Watching the dark pink wrinkles of her asshole puckering in and out, he felt an ecstatic surge of sensation in his cock. It was trying to erect again.
Impulsively, he leaned forward and put the tip of his tongue in the warm folds of her quivering asshole. Dot squealed, partly from being startled and partly from the thrills caused by the contact. He probed gently, tonguing within the spastic clasp of her winking asshole as it opened and closed.
"Oh, I'd die, Dean!" she cried. "I need some rest. But the very next time… or whenever you want… my ass is yours!"
Cole and Phyllis had seen conversing about animals while they were in the living room. They expanded the subject as they went to their upstairs bedroom, continuing it even as they undressed and crawled onto the bed.
Both of them were intrigued by the novelty of animal-fucking, and Phyllis had told Cole about her session with the Great Dane. He countered with his experience in the milking shed. They were highly stimulated by their frankly descriptive stories and they felt that the shared lusting for beast partners gave them a stronger alliance for enjoying each other sexually.
But their preoccupation with animal talk had not prevented them from taking notice of each other as they undressed. Phyllis had eyed the capable-appearing cock that swung against Cole's thighs as he moved, and the sizable package of his hairy scrotum with its knobby protrusions of his testicles.
And Cole had wet his lips at the sight of Phyllis undressed. Her tits literally begged to be sucked, and the glossy sheen of her black cunt hairs made him want to nuzzle into her crotch and smell her funky femaleness. His tongue and his cock hungered to taste her warm juices, and he began to show his eagerness as they flopped on the bed; his prick was swelling and hardening with lust.
"And did you really feel a… a completeness with the goat?" Phyllis asked in reference to his story.
"I can honestly say that… as far as a hot, juicy fuck is concerned, it was satisfying. I did wish I could have sucked one of her tits at the same time. It might have added to the kicks."
"I'm afraid I can't be definite about the dog," she said. "I mean… I was so caught up in the novelty of it, I can't be sure how much was mental and how much physical. I think it takes at least a second test to know very much about it."
"Do you think you're ready to try the goat?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world!"
"I'll try to give you priority," he said. "After Grace gets her chance, that is; it was her idea and she hasn't tried him out yet-lost her chance to Dot, as you observed." He chuckled a bit. "Randy might be a little difficult at first, too. The girls left him in that damn harness for several hours before they remembered and told me. The old stud was ready to tear down the place by the time I went out and released him."
"That looks like an ingenious hookup you have, though," she told him. "At least it protects a gal's back from those hooves. Even that dog's nails can scratch when he gets excited! Do you know what his owner told me she used to do? She bought some of those mitts they have for golf clubs, and put them on his paws when she was ready to have him mount her." Phyllis giggled. "But the dog doesn't like them, so he hides them at every opportunity; she can't find them half the time these days!"
Cole had been caressing her thighs, and the feel of her satin shin was arousing him, especially when his fingertips brushed the curls of her black bush.
"Well, I can find what I want!" he told her. "Let me in between those lovely legs, Phyl… I need to nuzzle into that soft nest of yours!" He crawled toward the foot of the bed as she parted her thighs to him.
He eyed the black forest and its wet, red furrow, then put his head into the cradle of her thighs. Warm vapor drifted up into his nostrils, and he breathed in the deliciously exciting cunt scent. His lips pressed into the gash with an avid kiss, and his tongue lashed along the furrow, seeking her honey.
"Oh, Phyl!" he groaned into her cunt. "You smell and taste so damn good! Give me your honey, Phyl! I want to eat you off… cream for me, baby! Cream rivers for me!"
He licked around the fleshy bowl of her twat, sucked at her passion-thickened edges of her outer lips, then probed her hole with his tongue, thirsting for more juice than she seemed to have ready for him. He sucked at her hole greedily, and she whimpered.
"Oh, Mac! Give me your cock!" she pleaded. "Make it a two-way and I'll cream faster… honest!"
The promise of honey spurred him into action. He realigned himself in bed, lying on his back with his head near her crotch. He pulled her over onto him, and she spread her thighs as she let her cunt down over his mouth. His nose rested in the musky warmth of her ass, and his lips closed over the splayed flesh of her wide-open snatch.
"Your balls have such a warm, funky smell!" she cried as she nosed around his crotch. Her tongue licked at the hairy bag and trailed upward along the shaft of his rigid cock. She mouthed the hard shaft wetly, tasting its man-flavor with a lustful greed. When she had exhausted the flavor of his crotch steam, she gave a wild little cry.
"Keep us together, Mac!" she moaned, her ass moving slowly in the air as her cream began to flow into his mouth from the excited depths of her cunt. "Fuck my lips any way you want, but when I start to come, give me your load!"
She slid the head of his prick into the moist donut of her lips, and he groaned into the creamy flesh he was licking and sucking. She had spoken truly; the moment she began to smell and taste his crotch, she had started to flow her juice for him!
He took his time with her, using his tongue and lips to caress every fold and ridge and valley in her steamy vulva, gathering her honey as it appeared, and reveling in the delightful femaleness of her scent and taste.
Phyllis paced herself accordingly; while Cole stayed away from her clit and the touchy vestibule of her tunnel, she avoided teasing the sensitive coronal ridge of his cock, contenting herself with a licking and sucking of the outer shaft, with an occasional lick or suck at his balls.
They warmed up gradually, but potently, building their steam with the fires of the smaller thrills, saving the more explosive sensations for later. Cole reaped the greater reward, for Phyllis was lubricating magnificently, and her slight body movement worked the juice out for him.
But they reached that point in their respective hungers where each needed more of the other's flesh and each needed more treatment by the other. Cole plunged his tongue into her cunt, violating her hole and twitting the juicy walls of her entrance.
Phyllis moaned and sucked his knob into her lips, licking at the swollen tip avidly. Cole groaned and seized her clit in his lips, twitting its tender tip rapidly with his tongue. She shivered and traced a circle around his coronal ridge with her tongue.
Cole groaned again and drew her clit into his lips with quick little sucks that milked it rapidly. Her ass wiggled and she gave his cock a series of suckings that brought him to a dangerous level. He had to rush her along or he would come ahead of her.
He alternated his attack, sucking first at her clit, then at her creaming hole. He speeded it up, until she was frantic from the rippling of thrills through her belly and womb. Her greedy sucking grew stronger, and she milked at the hard flesh with her lips, bobbing her head rapidly in a race with time.
She uttered a choked cry around the mouthful of flesh as her orgasmic shudderings began. Cole, feeling the tension build in the muscles of her thighs, seized her ass with his hands and pulled her tightly to him.
He sucked hard at her vaginal entrance, gleaning the last of her honey, at the same time fucking up into her mouth with rapid, short strokes, his cock gliding in the soft ring of her lips. He felt her suction increase as his first blob of come burst out of him, and then he was gushing fiercely into her throat as she spasmed and fucked her splayed cunt against his face.
They fell apart, gasping for air and reveling in the tastes of sex that lingered hotly in their mouths. Phyllis rolled off, to lie beside him, and Cole stretched out a hand, cupping it over her pubic bone so be could feel the fluttering of her body as it responded to her inner convulsions. They were silent for almost fifteen minutes before Cole spoke about something that had been forming in his mind.
"I've been thinking, Phyl. If I sat on that straight chair over there, and you sat in my lap, facing me, I'll bet I could get my cock all the way inside you and suck your tits at the same time."
"You mean you're hard again already?" she asked.
"Not quite hard enough," he admitted. "But the fun of getting organized and positioned will help, to say nothing of what will happen when your juicy cunt kisses the head of my prick. I'm just about out of my mind with wanting to get into you further than my tongue can reach!"
"Let's try it!" she agreed excitedly. She was still feeling the gentle graspings of her climax, but the idea had taken hold of her imagination, and she was hot to be fucked and sucked at the same time.
They got into position, with Cole's cock wedged in the wet gash of her twat, half erect and pulsing with willingness. She wiggled her ass, making her vulva caress the drooping head. It swelled up to fill the funnel of her entrance, and they managed to get it into her vestibule.
A few careful thrusts drove it all the way into her cunt, and she leaned backward, her hands on his shoulders, her tits jutting out ripely at him. Her ass moved rotatingly on his lap as her lust returned in full force.
"Suck me, Mac!" she moaned. "Suck my tits now… and let me fuck you off while you're sucking."
He leaned forward and took a nipple in his lips, working the generous udder of her breast with his fingers as he began to suck and nibble on the spongy morsel. His other hand toyed with her other nipple and breast, warming it up for his mouth.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Phyllis cried, her ass rolling around and lifting and fading as she made her cunt gulp and clasp at the hard fullness of his swollen cock.
He drew an amazing wealth of love-milk from her tit, then began his feverish suckings and nibblings on its mate. Phyllis was fucking him off at a frenzied rate. Both of them seemed to soar to the heights much faster than ever before, as if the pattern of their coupling had fertilized their lusts.
"Oh, Mac! Suck it, Daddy!" Phyllis cried, impaling herself brutally on the stubborn hardness of his turgid prick and rolling her ass to massage the boiling bag of his bans.
He got the love-milk from her tit just as her climax hit her. She wailed loudly and gripped his thighs with hers, grinding her cunt mercilessly around his cock as she shuddered and jerked on his lap.
He spurted up into her mightily, wondering where he was getting so much come as he flooded her cunt with it. She gurgled contentedly as the hot fluid spread inside her, then she lost her tenseness and leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder.
When she could talk without panting, she spoke in low tones, her lips close to his ear.
"At least you got to suck while you fucked," she said. "Even if my milk isn't as rich as Rachel's."
"It was delicious," he told her. "And was it fun to be sucked and fucked together?"
"It was heaven! I'm afraid neither dog nor goat can do that much for me."
"They all have their uses," he philosophized. "But I have to admit that none of them could be as sweetly useful as you. I wonder if I could get another hard-on… maybe if we sit still and let it…"