J. Bradley - The hog wives

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.