Grace had taken a short nap, and she felt fully refreshed after she bathed. But Harlan Gates was still sleeping, as were most of the others in the house, she knew. During the hottest part of the day it was easy to lie around and rest, especially after a night and morning of wild sex revelry.
But Grace felt as if her glands were working overtime. Her pulse was fast, and all the juices of her body seemed to be flowing excitedly. She started walking aimlessly around the barnyard, trying to work off some of her nervous energy. She felt strange, because the farm seemed so still for the middle of the day.
Her steps took her in the direction of the machine shed, and when she opened the door and looked at the vacant billy-girl machine, her breath came faster and she felt the cream oozing from her cunt. She walked up to the padded trestle and looked at the dried semen that had begun to flake on the surface of the padding.
Her hand reached out and rubbed at the whitish deposit, and a shiver rippled through her spine. Her twat began to itch, and she held her hand between her legs, pressing and rubbing herself. The faint odor of the billy goat's musk was in the air, and her nostrils dilated quiveringly as she smelled it.
She forced herself to leave the machine shed, continuing her walk at a leisurely pace while her pulse pounded and the gnawing itch in her crotch steadily increased.
The warm breeze swirled up inside her frock – the only garment she wore – and caressed her legs, rippling the hairs of her cunt until she was ready to scream for relief.
Subconsciously, she had known all along that she would end up at the stud's pen. When she finally stood at the rails, gripping the top one tightly until her knuckles were white, the goat's odor was overpowering to her senses.
Her legs trembled, and if she had let go of her grip on the rail, she would have slumped to the ground. She could hear him at the far side of the pen, rubbing himself against a post, and as she visualized him standing there, his virile goat prick stiff and ready to serve her, she knew she could not wait any longer.
The decision was made, and her strength seemed to flow back into her. She stood up resolutely, took the lead strap from its place on the gate, then entered the pen.
"Come here, Randy," she said firmly, walking around the corner of his shed to where he stood. He snorted softly as she snapped the lead to his halter. She held the lead in one hand, gripped the big halter ring with the other, then led him out of the pen. They moved across the barnyard with a strange urgency, heading for the machine shed.
If Grace had not been so intent on her purpose, she might have felt surprise at the buck's willingness to go with her after she had left him standing in the machine harness for so long on the previous day. But she was totally oblivious to anything but her frantic lust.
She got the goat inside the machine shed and harnessed him in place. It was only as she stepped up to the trestle-shaped table that she realized she needed help. Once she was in position, hung over the inverted vee of the device, she could not reach up to swing the safety shield into position!
She became filled with a frantic desperation as she saw that she could not accomplish the act she wanted. She ran to the door of the shed and looked outside, as if she might expect Dot or someone else to appear.
But the barnyard was sell silent and deserted. She clung to the door frame, wondering what to do. She was almost ready to go to the house and find someone, when she heard sounds in the milking barn. She went toward the noise, sure that there would be someone there to help her the goats could not get in the milking barn unless the doors to the pasture were open.
She walked swiftly for a few steps, and then she began to run.
Dean Palmer had been exhausted temporarily by the wild fuck he had had with Dot Lambert. But he had grown horny again. Her rosy asshole intrigued him. When she had declared her need to rest, at a moment exciting enough to give him a second hard-on, he was disappointed.
He tried to lie in bed next to Dot and get some rest, but he was keyed up to a fever pitch, mentally, and his cock was itching for more action. He kept thinking about the way Dot had looked on that goat-fucking machine, her choice ass tilted skyward and hot goat come dripping out of her cunt to trickle down her fine legs.
It had been an exciting scene, especially while the big buck was shoving the meat to her. It gave him the hots even now, thinking back on it. Visualizing the position Dot had been in while the goat screwed her, he could not blame her for needing a rest now especially since he knew that she had been well exercised by Cole that night, and that she had been sucked and fucked to orgasm twice since breakfast!
He got more lusty than ever, just lying there thinking about all the great sex fun of the last twenty-four hours. He got up and slipped into his slacks and shoes, then left the room quietly while Dot was sound asleep.
The rest of the house was silent, and he went outside, thinking that a walk around the place might settle his nerves enough so he could go back and rest until Dot woke up. He'd sure like to ram his cock up her sweet blonde ass before the group changed partners!
He went out the back door. The McDonald collie was flaked out on the porch; he looked up, recognized Dean, wagged his tail lazily, then put his head back down on the flooring.
"Hi, McDog! This heat got you?" Dean asked him. The dog's tail gave another weak wag. Dean went out into the barnyard, smiling at the way McDog and his own collie shared a common love of shady siestas on hot days. McDog and Laddie were from the same litter.
He wandered around, finally entering the milking barn, where the air was several degrees cooler. Through the open top half of one of the rear doors leading onto the pasture, he saw several of the milk goats grazing. His cock throbbed, its own memory just a split second ahead of his in recalling what he had heard from Cole and George about the thrills of Rachel's wet cunt.
He moved swiftly to the door and looked out, wondering which of the many animals in the pasture was Rachel. He went into the pasture and moved slowly among them, eyeing each one closely. Cole had said Rachel was a Nubian, so he could ignore all of the Alpines and Saanen that he saw.
The fourth Nubian he examined had a wet, oozing twat. He took her collar between his fingers and turned it until he saw her name, then he led her into the milking barn. His prick was itching and pulsating as he coaxed the animal onto a milking platform and closed the stanchion on her neck.
He removed his slacks and draped them over the adjacent stanchion, then approached the goat with a twitching cock. He was panting as he put out a finger and touched the wetness of her oozing snatch. Her tail waggled and she bleated in a low, urgent tone.
"Ha!" he grunted. "You seem to like that, Rachel." He gave her flanks a few pats and caresses to assure her that he was more than friendly. "Your little goat cunt's getting plenty of action lately, the way I heard it." He stepped onto the ramp and grabbed his cock in his hand. "Easy, Rachel," he breathed as he laid the throbbing head against the heated moistness of her twat.
The goat bleated again and shifted her stance, braced for what she had learned to expect from her previous two experiences with men who had touched her cunt. Dean pushed at the slimy opening carefully, felt her slippery petals open to him, then learned into her more heavily. His cock popped inside the vestibule of her tunnel and slid into her sheath for half its length.
"Jesus, Rachel!" he groaned. "They weren't kidding! What a snug, slick twat!"
He began to thrust into her, feeling the heated claspings of her inner response as she cooperated wholeheartedly. His hands gripped her bony hips and his ass humped steadily, driving his prick all the way into her with lustful fucks.
Her soft bleating and the responsive claspings on his cock told him that this was no one-way party. The goat was ready enjoying it; she would probably get her eggs off like a woman if he could hold out long enough.
Rachel's cunt was ready alive as he got into full swing with his long, deep thrusts. It gurgled and undulated and squeezed his cock in gentle, pulling movements that threatened to milk him off before he could reach cruising speed.
"Easy, girl," he said. "We want this to last awhile." He almost fen off the ramp when Grace's voice came from somewhere close behind him and to his left.
"Not too long, Dean… oh, pray God, not too damn long!" She moved around into view at his left. Having announced her presence, because she was too distraught to keep quiet, she saw no reason to remain hidden. "I'm sorry, Dean… go ahead and finish. But I need your help when you're through here."
"Holy cow!" was all he could say on the spur of the moment. He felt a slight sense of embarrassment – more at being surprised than because of what he was doing – but after having seen Grace and Dot with the stud goat, he could not truly feel guilty.
He did experience a slight setback in his progress, due to the shock of being startled, but he considered that an asset; now he had a better chance of bringing off the goat before he came himself. It ought to be worth experiencing; her cunt was active enough now, and with her orgasm – if she had one, or even could have one – his cock should really have a ball in there!
He had not ceased fucking into her when Grace startled him, but his strokes had slowed slightly. Now he renewed his enthusiasm; a soft, nibbling sensation started, biting gently at the end of his prick at each inward stroke. He groaned as the fluttering caress speeded up his rate of progress, and he fought to maintain control.
His driving cock was pulling oily froth out of the clasping cunt, and his prick felt as if it were being braised in butter, so high was the vaginal temperature into which he was thrusting. His halls were wet with the goat's flowing juice, and her bleating was constant now as her flanks shuddered with her oncoming climax.
"God, Rachel… come on, baby!" he groaned. And, as he began to despair of lasting long enough, Rachel bleated loudly; her cunt grabbed him tightly at the moment that he was buried in her the deepest. He felt the fluttering nibble again as her uterus opening sought the meal of semen that was not there.
He delivered it. With groans and gasps, Dean shot gushes of come into the milking, clasping cunt. Rachel literally pulled the last drop out of him; he withdrew from her suckingly, sperm flying and oozing from her swollen cunt as he stepped down from the ramp.
"Oh God!" Grace said, staring at the inspiring sight of Dean's smeary, dripping cock. Her hand was in her cunt, fingers working furiously; the skirt of her frock hung high on her forearm as she tried to bring herself off to relieve the pressure of her lust. "I can't stand it… help me, Dean!"
She sat down weakly on the platform of the adjacent milking station, one foot drawn up to her ass, her fingers dipping into her soupy cunt rapidly as she gasped and moaned frantically.
Dean was too spent to fuck her, but he was more than sympathetic to her plight. He approached her, intending to get on his knees and bring her off by sucking her cunt. But she slid off the platform to the floor as he neared her.
Her head was toward him as she reached up and grabbed him by the legs, pulling him to his knees by her head. Her arms went around his hips.
"Eat me off, Dean!" she pleaded. "Finish me… please!" He caught the urgency in her voice and wasted no time in repositioning himself. He learned over and nuzzled into her slippery twat, his lips sucking at the copious gathering of her juice, and his tongue lashing out to trigger her clit.
Grace pulled at him until he rolled his weight sideways and knelt astride her; she seized his limber, shaky cock in her lips and began to suck at it. The sweet musk of her fountain had renewed his excitement as he licked and sucked in the tender flesh of her cunt; although he was extremely sensitive from his powerful ejaculation, he felt his own juices moving within him as Grace's lips made their demands.
He suffered the ecstatic misery of her avid sucks, groaning into her soupy twat as he feasted, until he felt his cock harden and throb in her mouth. He licked and nibbled at her clit fiercely, then began milking the stiff little bud with his lips, giving it hard sucks frequently.
Grace's ass was grinding on the concrete; shudders started to shake her body as it tensed for her climax. Dean plunged his tongue into her oily hole and fucked it furiously, then he sucked at the hot source of her cream.
He felt her sucking just as hard on his brutalized cock, and as her ass rose from the floor, pushing her cunt snugly into his face, he burst loose a volley of shots, gushing his come into her mouth and throat.
Grace would have sucked on him until her orgasm was completed, but Dean howled and rolled away from her, then stood up to lean against the stanchion where his slacks were hung.
He recovered partially while Grace was letting her convulsions abate. He got into his slacks and waited for her to finish. She finally struggled to her feet and stood there, eyes hollow with her extreme lust, then stared at him for a moment.
"Are you all right, now?" he asked.
"Yes… but I still need you," she said in a taut voice.
Dean's cock felt as if it would shrink up into his belly to hide. He was absolutely spent; there was no way he could let her suck or even kiss his cock until it had rested for at least an hour. It would take even longer for it to reach the point where he could fuck anyone or anything with it.
She must have seen the panic in his eyes and guessed that he was almost ready to run from her. She gripped his arm and held him as she spoke.
"I need you to help me with the stud," she said. "I've got him in the machine shed, all ready to go, but someone has to swing the safety shield over me after I get into positions
The lack of comprehension was still on his face, he knew; it seemed almost impossible that she could still be all that impatient to fuck after the violence of her orgasm on the floor here. But he recalled how hot he was to get at Rachel, not long after shooting his load into Dot. And he had topped it off by letting Grace suck him to a third come just now.
"Okay," he said. "Let's go."
They turned Rachel out to pasture and closed the rear door, then they left the barn for the next action. Randy was feeling feisty for having been abandoned in the harness again; he was kicking and bucking when they arrived.
But when Grace crawled over the padding, her lovely ass tilted upward to reveal the wet auburn curls of her crotch, Randy bleated loudly, and his crimson cock peeled out of its prepuce, to gleam brightly as he pawed at the floor with his hooves.
Dean swung the shield into place, which automatically dropped the barrier between the goat and his object of lust. Randy went up the ramp with no coaxing, stopping to nuzzle and lick the hairy wetness of Grace's crotch. He snorted as he assured himself that this was the source of the heat odor that had excited him, then he mounted her.
Dean watched as the buck's cock slid further out of its hairy sheath and slithered into the auburn-haired glory of Grace's cunt. The bony haunches heaved forward, and the big red prick slid all the way into Grace's sheath, the hairy foreskin wrinkling into her soupy vulva to tickle her clit.
"Oh loving God!" Grace cried out as the prick filled her to the limit and began to wiggle and thrust inside her. its slick shaft was hot, and it seemed to have the ability to flex and probe in all directions, like a prehensile tongue.
Grace's ass began to weave around in circles as the searching, probing prick nudged first one side of her tunnel and then the other. She thrust up at his drives, taking a tuft of his coarse belly hair in the crack of her ass. It teased her asshole maddeningly, and she squirmed all the more wildly.
Her squirming made the hard, searching fucks of the big prick even more effective, and the fuzzy foreskin frictioned her clit so steadily that she began to come in a constant series of short but powerful orgasms.
"Randy!" she squealed. "That hairy… beast cock… is driving me…!" But she continued to roll and shove her ass up at the plunging goat, her flowing cunt trying to engulf the hot meat that teased in and out of it with steady brute fucks.
Dean could read the language of her body as if it were a book; the shudders and tensings and jerkings told him of her multiple climaxes. But he was not concerned for her. She had convinced him in the milking barn that she was almost insatiable once she got started. And he knew that she could call for help whenever she needed it.
So he stood there and watched, feeling the dramatic impact of what he was seeing, but feeling also the unbelievable sensation of a rising erection. He had to look down at the crotch of his pants to believe it.
It could be no more than a half-hour since Grace had sucked him off, yet here he was with a creeping hard-on – the fourth of the day! There was no doubt that his cock was sensitive as hell, but it bothered him a lot more with a hard-on than when it had been behaving naturally, hanging peacefully at rest, to recover from its labors.
He fished it out of his fly and held it, hoping that the discomfort of being gripped would make the swelling go down, so it would bother him less. But he made the mistake of doing it without looking at it.
Had he seen its inflamed head and the abnormal size of its swelling, he might have lost the erection through simple fear of damaging it. And had he gone outside the shed, away from the stirring sight within, or even turned his back on it, he might have cooled down enough to let his prick subside.
But the sight of Randy's lusty humping – the hairy-based cock fucking into the copper curls of Grace's whitely vulnerable crotch was so magnetically compelling that Dean could not take his eyes off it.
He had only two choices, as he thought; whip himself off by hand, or slide into position near Grace's head and stuff his cock into her mouth – he had no doubts about her accepting it.
In the end, what decided him was the view. He could not have squeezed into a better place for a suck-off without losing his ringside seat for the rest of the fantastic performance.
So he simply stood there, leaning against one of the pillars that supported the joists of the shed's second floor, and gently slid his foreskin back and forth on the brutally stubborn erection.
Liquids gleamed and splashed as Randy's beast cock flew in and out of the wet, hairy mess that was Grace's crotch. Dean was fascinated by the fact that her ass still worked so urgently after such a long siege.
It became apparent, after a while, that most of her movement was reflex. There would be periods when her ass barely moved; then Dean could see that she was having another orgasm. Her body would jerk and twitch almost the way it might have done in her sleep.
He felt a brief panic, wondering if she had passed out. Then he heard her whimpering and gasping with the intensity of her climax. So he continued to watch, pumping at his numbing cock, cursing it for the stubborn nuisance it was.
Then he heard Grace scream. He saw the pearly ooze of the goat's semen as it flooded out of her stuffed cunt, and he heard the bellowing and snorting of the animal as it finished gushing its hot load into her body.
His own cock began to spew. It felt as if it were going to fall apart when the tight, thin jets of semen spurted out the end, to splat on the floor. He had very little to expend, and it was soon over. The throbbing ache got worse for a while; then it began to subside.
Randy had dismounted and was standing there in his harness, snorting and wheezing and pawing at the 'door with his hooves. Dean decided to take the animal to its pen; he needed some air himself – especially on the inflamed head of his tortured cock!
He unharnessed the buck and led him outside, then took him across the barnyard to the pen. He unsnapped the lead from the halter, and Randy trotted out of sight around the shed that he Occupied in bad weather.
Dean closed the gate and went back to the machine shed, taking the lead with him. When he reached Grace, he realized that he should have freed her before leaving. She was moaning and swearing as she tried to reach the safety shield from her contorted position.
"Hang on, kid… I'm coming!" he told her. He swung the shield out of the way, noting the tremendous pool of semen that lay on the padding in the vee of her crotch. More was oozing from her hairy snatch as he watched.
"When that goat comes, he really comes!" Dean commented as he helped Grace to her feet. She leaned against him, almost an of her weight braced sideways on him until she managed to make her feet behave.
"You'd better believe it!" she told him. "And he serves it hot, too! My God… it's like lava when it hits!"
He helped her walk to the house, goat come trickling down her legs an the way. He got her as far as the downstairs bathroom. Cole was coming out the doorway as they reached it; he smelled of toothpaste and soap.
"Wow!" he said with a grin, his nose wrinkling at the odor of goat musk that clung to Grace. "You must have joined the billy club. How was it?"
"It's wonderful," Grace said with a weak smile. "Providing you live through the initiation!"