J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Jesus, Harlan!" she gasped after a while. "That feels better all the time!"

She increased her speed and the length of her strokes, and soon both of them were grunting and gasping with the exciting sensations that ensued. The complete contact of the thick shaft as it frictioned her walls seemed to stimulate the flow of her cream. It was a slippery froth that boiled out of her as she slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, soaking them both with her warm amp;1.

His balls began to feel spongier as she bore down on them with the lower edge of her cuntlips. She wondered if they were filling from some other reservoir, gathering their power to explode somewhere in her vitals.

Her cunt grew greedy; the more it became used to the generous serving of man-meat, the more it wanted. She drove down onto the hard cock in a frenzy, her cunt muscles gulping at the bulk as if eager to bite it off and digest it.

"Oh, Harlan! I'm coming!" she cried abruptly. Spasms shook her, tightening her twat around its meal as she drove down in a final effort to engulf him, balls and all.

She felt the surge along the length of his cock like a ripple in an egg swallowing snake. Then his come erupted from the tip and burst high inside her, splashing hotly against the mouth of her womb and flooding down along the tunnel to ooze out between them.

Her body tensed and shook powerfully as her orgasm reached its peak. She squealed with the ecstasy, farted with excitement, and then went limp.

She was aware of the decreased hardness of his cock, but it was still a respectable fullness inside her. She wanted to keep it there for a while, to absorb the flavor of his sheer maleness, retain it as a memory of a stirring excitement.

Then she thought of something interesting. That monster had expanded her cunt excitingly; it would be fun to see how much of it she could get into her mouth.

She rose up off the stake of flesh, let it splat down against Harlan's thigh, and positioned herself so she could get at it with her lips. Carefully, knowing how sensitive it would be at the moment, she licked at the smeary head, then sucked it into her lips.

"God, Phyllis!" he groaned. "Let it cool for a while, wig you?"

"Okay," she agreed. "I can wait." She put her head on his thigh, inhaled the heavy odor of his semen, and took sneaky tastes of it from his dripping shaft.

As the minutes passed, his sensitivity decreased. She grew bolder in her licking and sucking of his limp shaft and balls, and before she had cleaned him thoroughly, his flesh began to harden once more.

She felt excitement build up in her again as she anticipated what was to come. The way he had exploded while his cock was deep in her cunt, she could expect quite a load in her throat.

But she had to have the experience to remember. Like the novelty of being fucked by the mammoth organ, sucking off the big cock was not something she would want to tackle every night of the week; but she was sure it would be memorable.

Slowly, she slipped her lips wetly over the swelling head and let it slide along her tongue. As it entered her mouth, she could feel it pulsing, hardening, readying itself for her.

She gave it a loving suck and began to move her head back and forth…

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.