J. Bradley - The hog wives

Dot moaned as her ass wiggled with passion; her hands cupped the aching fullness of her tits, where the swollen nipples stood erectly waiting, eager to be consumed in the fierceness of Cole's demanding mouth.

His tongue entered her, thrust past the spastic winking of her inner cuntlips, probed around in the warm, honeyed vestibule and tasted the more heated gathering of cream that lined her walls. She whimpered and rolled her head from side to side as he began to move his tongue in and out of the clinging cunt mouth.

Her sheath constricted, a gurgling, urgent sound announced the squishiness of her inner reaches, and Cole groaned with feverish lust as he sought to bury his tongue in her ad the way. He was far short of the goal and he thirsted for the treasure that eluded him.

His lips pressed around the puckered hole, and he gave a mighty series of sucks that brought him some of the coveted gurglings. He hummed like a contented cat as he swallowed her liquid musk, then he began to lick the outer flesh of her cunt once more.

Dot was ready to climb the walls; Cole's mouth was reaching her with its suckings to a depth that stirred her beyond the tolerance of her lusty nervous system. As he seized her clit in his lips and milked it greedily in rhythmic sucks, her body began to stiffen and tremble.

"Argh-h-h-h!" Her scream vibrated to the tempo of her convulsing twat; massive convulsions of her tunnel caused more gurglings as her ass left the bed, driving her pussy tightly against Cole's mouth.

He knew she was going to run wild, so he took his last chance to drink from her fountain, sucking powerfully at the spasming hole of her cunt. She shrieked and tore her body away from him in the reflex of painful ecstasy.

Cole crept onto the bed, knelt, seized her knees, then forced them apart; she had tightened her thighs together, to contain the powerful sensations that boiled up in her cunt. He slid the rigid pole of his cock along in the wet furrow of her golden gash, plowing her petals aside with the darkly swollen head.

She whimpered and sobbed as the meaty glans rubbed against her over-sensitized flesh, but Cole jockeyed the tip of his cock into position with a series of ass wigglings, wedging the head in her winking hole and driving in past the trembling inner lips.

Dot emitted a gurgling moan as his prick filled her. The fat head spread her sheath as it traveled inward, conquering the tunnel even where her muscular contractions spawned in the final throes of her orgasm. It stopped at her tunnel's end, restrained by the limit of her entrance, which could not accommodate the bulk of his spongy bag of nuts.

"You steamy, funky hunk of woman!" Cole whispered to her with lust burning in his eyes. "I'm going to fuck the piss out of you!"

He pulled the shaft out halfway, then drove it again into her body, his balls splatting wetly at her lower cuntlips and the crack of her ass. She gasped and sobbed, then her ass began to roll and thrust upward. Her cunt mouthed him, swallowed at him, ate at the head of his plunging cock with demanding gulps.

"I'll swallow you!" she threatened. "Balls and all, I'll… digest that delicious brute!" She pumped up at him as he humped into her sex throat, and they became a savage, writhing mass of wet, hot flesh and bone and muscle.

The slurpy fuckings resounded in the room, echoing the silent screams of their animal lusts as they sought to consume each other with the heat and desire of their bodies. Cole felt the rapid increase in the tempo of her cunt swallows, and he knew that she was having an interim climax. Her short, sharp moans confirmed it.

Then she went wild. Her arms encircled him and her fingernails dug into his back. Her muscles seemed to spasm at once, and the frantic bucking of her body beneath him signaled a mammoth orgasm.

He jerked his cock in and out of her in short, hard fucks that pasted his balls tightly to her crotch. Then he lost control, and he began to fire his liquid rockets into her depths. The first globs burst against her innermost flesh with such heat and impact that she yelled, then she sobbed as each following spurt poured into her.

Cole held her there, nailed to the bed with the spike of his prick, until it softened completely. Then he pulled out of her and rolled away from her trembling body. He stared at the mess of her golden gash, watched the pulsations of its darkened pink mouth as it spewed out the excessive ooze of his come.

The glistening gold tendrils became clogged with the pearly drops and blobs, and a heavy trickle made a string that ran into the crack of her ass. Her belly heaved and her tits shivered as she sucked in air; the whole front of her body shone with the wetness of their combined perspiration.

"Oh, Cole!" she moaned hoarsely. "What a delicious sex battle!" Her eyes regarded him seriously for a while, then gleamed with a sudden knowledge. "You've wanted me… for quite a long time… haven't you?"

"For a year," he said, nodding as he gazed into her blue eyes.

"I knew it! It takes a special kind of hunger to eat and fuck like that. We'll never have it so good again, unless we wait for another year."

"I'd rather settle for a little less fierceness than wait so umgoldly long," he told her.

"Me, too," she said. Her hands cupped her tits savagely and her ass began a rolling movement on the bed. Her tongue lashed out to lick her lips wetly, and Cole felt a jerking throb in his cock; he sensed that he needed to recover quickly, for that mouth was anticipating a feast of its own!

George Lambert had spent his come lavishly in the goat cunt he had pumped into earlier in the day. But the entire atmosphere of the farm and its sex-filled residents had stimulated his libido like nothing had in years.

And the lust he felt for Grace McDonald added to the hungers that made all his juices gather and build inside him. Every time he had seen the redhead, he sensed an inner fire that he lusted to taste. The feverish glimmering in her green eyes made him think that she loved nothing better than a plunging cock. He wanted her so much that he knew the act could never be as great as the way he fancied it in his mind.

Yet, the way her springy ass bounced as she preceded him into the big downstairs bedroom, he felt his hopes rekindled. A woman who could move like that, so liquidly and gracefully, but make all the right places jiggle with enticement, could be capable of unsuspected delights.

He had been ready for a certain shyness at least a cautious hesitancy, not too surprising for a swap initiate-but Grace seemed unusually calm. It was as though, once she decided to make the move, she had surrendered all tensions and inhibitions and had let herself go completely. Her actions appeared to bear out George's theory, for she began to undress the moment the door closed behind them. He simply stood and watched. Her frock slid off her shoulders, then down her upper arms to the elbows; her uncovered tits thrust outward and upward proudly, their coral nipples trembling at the tips like wind-blown berries.

She let the frock fall to the floor, and George saw that she had on a pair of aqua-colored panties. Her coppery hair bulged out the crotch, and tendrils curled from under the leg bands to accent the pale delicacy of her inner thighs.

At the lower extreme of the crotch, the material had a darker coloring; dampness had crept from between her passionate petals to moisten the panties significantly. She saw him stare at the telltale spot.

"I didn't say I was neat, did I?" she quipped with trembling lips, betraying a nervousness he had not detected until then. He softened her apprehension by kneeling in front of her and reaching up to cup the superb cheeks of her ass with his hands, reveling in the satin warmth of her body beneath the cool satin of her panties.