"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."