J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Neatness never counts in sex," he assured her. "Cleanliness, most of the time… but neatness, never!" He pressed his nose and mouth into the cushioned warmth of her crotch and inhaled her scent. It was delicately musky, definitely hot, and compellingly appetizing.

"Oh God, Gracie!" he said into the softness of her covered muff. "Your cunt smells so good!"

His hands moved up to her waistband and peeled down the panties swiftly. As the soggy crotch came away from her coppery curls, the air was filled with the moist, warm fragrance of her juice. George groaned excitedly as he moved her backward until she sat down on the bed.

His hands gripped her trim ankles and raised them; she tipped over backward on the bed, and he knelt at the ready, his face in her wet hairs, breathing the mist of her desire. Then he had to taste her. His lips rubbed the inner edges of her parted slit and his tongue slithered into the furrow to sample the honey.

Her flavor excited him even more, and he began to eat her pussy with a rising greed. But his cock was rising, also. It strained at the confinement of his clothing, and he had to stop and get to his feet.

"Sorry!" he apologized for the interruption. "I have to bail a friend out of jail." He stripped for action, then knelt again, to bury his mouth in the fleshy melon of her twat.

"George!" she breathed softly. "Oh, yes, lover! Eat me!" The cheeks of her ass pressed together as her pubic mound elevated to cup her cunt beautifully for his feast.

His lips and tongue cruised over the darkening coral flesh, the honey disappearing in fast little laps and sucks that brought moans and whimpers to her throat.

"Oh God, I'm so… hot and wet inside!" she moaned. "Suck me out; George!" Her cunt pressed forcefully against his mouth and he stuck his tongue into her hole and fucked her with it several times. She wiggled her ass and whimpered wildly.

He sucked at the opening, drank her moisture, then took her clit in his lips and began to milk it expertly. Tiny ones burst from her throat as the thrills burst in her belly like Roman candles. Her body quivered with the beginnings of her release.

"Oh, George! Quick! Suck hard!" she cried as her muscles began to tighten and her head became light and fuzzy.

He gave the throbbing little bud two powerful sucks, and she let out a wail as her body pulled away from him and tried to curl up in a tight ball. George licked at the taste of her on his lips, watching her shudder until the siege was over. She straightened out and exhaled in a trembling sigh, then she lay there, gasping.

He moved his head to her thigh, letting his nose hang over the vapor that rose from her hot snatch. His cock was pointing up in the air, throbbing steadily with its eagerness as he inhaled the fragrance of her cooling cunt.

Grace could see the fleshy staff of his prick jutting out from his groin, and she felt a freshening of her inner hungers. Her hand reached down and clasped the solid warmth of it, feeling its soft pulsations of lust for her.

"I'm still twittering inside, George," she whispered. "But I want to be fucked… oh God, how I want this shoved into me!"

He got up and crawled into the vee of her thighs; his prick slid easily into the slippery furrow and lodged in the central petals of her pulsing hole. She gasped, her sensitivity still highly aroused at the slightest touch. But he eased into her slowly, and she hummed her joy as his cock began to fill her sheath.

Oily claspings massaged his prick as it entered her; she was still convulsing periodically, her walls working at the meat that was thrust into her tunnel as if digesting it with the copious ooze that filled her passage.

George groaned at the potency of the sensation. He began to fuck into her fiercely, relishing the wet sponginess of her warm body as it received him.

"Fuck me fast, George!" she cried. "I can't last long! Fill me with jism, lover! Oh, George!"

Her ass worked furiously to drive her up to him; her cunt was gulping hungrily as she started to come. But she seemed to be hung up in her passion Her body was shaking and her breathing was ragged and loud.

George felt her desperation, but he was keeping his control until the last possible moment, so he could fire for greatest effect. He rested, concentrating on withholding his come, letting the wild, sucking grabs of her clutching cunt milk his stone-hard cock.

She began to sob, frantic with the need to complete the trip she had started; it was a beautifully ecstatic pain, staying at such a peak level of body awareness for so long. The more she cried, the harder it seemed to get over the last rise.

She fucked up at him like a madwoman, her whole being involved in the frenzied attempt to reach an orgasm. The lining of her cunt seemed to be scalding hot, and yet she wanted the heated fluids of George's body to drench her, fill her to the brim.

"George!" she sobbed. "Come in me! Spurt me full… oh God! Piss in me… anything!" She sobbed even harder as her ass trembled upward in weakening thrusts.

The milking sucks of her frantic cunt were terrible in their potency. George had taken all he could stand, and he was glad to release his control. The way her gulping cunt swallowed and disgorged his cock, he was ready to turn inside out.

"Here it comes, Gracie!" he cried. He drove downward, forcing her ass onto the bed and burying his knob in her tunnel where the nibbling mouth of her womb already sought to drink his yield.

He gushed hotly into her, and she shrieked as the fluid splashed in her depths. It was all she needed to carry her over the top. A giant shudder tore through her and her cunt crushed his cock like a velvet vise. He groaned as the claspings drained him, then he lay there and let her spasms work out the last tiny drop of his come.

When they separated, Grace began sobbing softly. She was crying for joy, so powerfully satisfying was her delayed release. She lay still as the flutterings subsided within her, relishing the deliciousness of complete relaxation.

"Okay, baby?" he asked when he thought her breathing had returned to normal.

"Lovely!" she said. "It was a rugged come, but it was worth the long, uphill struggle!"

"That delicious cunt of yours really makes a cock feel wanted!" he told her. "I can't remember a more exciting time."

"I hope your memory doesn't improve on the subject," she said. "I'd like to think that you'll be eager to come back; the welcome you felt inside me was for real."

He lay back beside her and closed his eyes, imagining how it would feel when he grew hard again, and Grace became eager for more cock. He wished she would suck him off; he'd like to have her mouth around his cock, pulling, sucking, working on his prick until he burst into her throat.

He learned how closely their minds were attuned when Grace got up on one elbow and looked down at him.

"Get a good rest," she advised him. "I want you to fill up to the brim for me; then I'm going to drink you dry!"

The first matings were so exciting, and the four couples so completely compatible, that the sex fever claimed them in earnest. They reassembled, two by two, for a midnight snack and gabfest. It was a unanimous decision to cancel the rest of their weekend engagements. The following days and nights were reserved for unlimited fun.

During breakfast, the three visiting couples used the phone to readjust their social schedules. George made a trip to his clinic to take care of emergency details, while Dean helped Cole with his morning chores, then he drove Cole over to the Palmer farm to handle the tasks of the morning there.

By 8:45, everyone was back on the McDonald farm. The women had done some prepackaging of meals and stored them in the refrigerator, so they had only fun and games to think about when all four couples congregated in the living room to eye each other with lustful speculation.