J. Bradley - The hog wives

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."

"Do you think you're ready to try the goat?" he asked.

"Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world!"

"I'll try to give you priority," he said. "After Grace gets her chance, that is; it was her idea and she hasn't tried him out yet-lost her chance to Dot, as you observed." He chuckled a bit. "Randy might be a little difficult at first, too. The girls left him in that damn harness for several hours before they remembered and told me. The old stud was ready to tear down the place by the time I went out and released him."

"That looks like an ingenious hookup you have, though," she told him. "At least it protects a gal's back from those hooves. Even that dog's nails can scratch when he gets excited! Do you know what his owner told me she used to do? She bought some of those mitts they have for golf clubs, and put them on his paws when she was ready to have him mount her." Phyllis giggled. "But the dog doesn't like them, so he hides them at every opportunity; she can't find them half the time these days!"

Cole had been caressing her thighs, and the feel of her satin shin was arousing him, especially when his fingertips brushed the curls of her black bush.

"Well, I can find what I want!" he told her. "Let me in between those lovely legs, Phyl… I need to nuzzle into that soft nest of yours!" He crawled toward the foot of the bed as she parted her thighs to him.

He eyed the black forest and its wet, red furrow, then put his head into the cradle of her thighs. Warm vapor drifted up into his nostrils, and he breathed in the deliciously exciting cunt scent. His lips pressed into the gash with an avid kiss, and his tongue lashed along the furrow, seeking her honey.

"Oh, Phyl!" he groaned into her cunt. "You smell and taste so damn good! Give me your honey, Phyl! I want to eat you off… cream for me, baby! Cream rivers for me!"

He licked around the fleshy bowl of her twat, sucked at her passion-thickened edges of her outer lips, then probed her hole with his tongue, thirsting for more juice than she seemed to have ready for him. He sucked at her hole greedily, and she whimpered.

"Oh, Mac! Give me your cock!" she pleaded. "Make it a two-way and I'll cream faster… honest!"

The promise of honey spurred him into action. He realigned himself in bed, lying on his back with his head near her crotch. He pulled her over onto him, and she spread her thighs as she let her cunt down over his mouth. His nose rested in the musky warmth of her ass, and his lips closed over the splayed flesh of her wide-open snatch.

"Your balls have such a warm, funky smell!" she cried as she nosed around his crotch. Her tongue licked at the hairy bag and trailed upward along the shaft of his rigid cock. She mouthed the hard shaft wetly, tasting its man-flavor with a lustful greed. When she had exhausted the flavor of his crotch steam, she gave a wild little cry.

"Keep us together, Mac!" she moaned, her ass moving slowly in the air as her cream began to flow into his mouth from the excited depths of her cunt. "Fuck my lips any way you want, but when I start to come, give me your load!"

She slid the head of his prick into the moist donut of her lips, and he groaned into the creamy flesh he was licking and sucking. She had spoken truly; the moment she began to smell and taste his crotch, she had started to flow her juice for him!

He took his time with her, using his tongue and lips to caress every fold and ridge and valley in her steamy vulva, gathering her honey as it appeared, and reveling in the delightful femaleness of her scent and taste.

Phyllis paced herself accordingly; while Cole stayed away from her clit and the touchy vestibule of her tunnel, she avoided teasing the sensitive coronal ridge of his cock, contenting herself with a licking and sucking of the outer shaft, with an occasional lick or suck at his balls.

They warmed up gradually, but potently, building their steam with the fires of the smaller thrills, saving the more explosive sensations for later. Cole reaped the greater reward, for Phyllis was lubricating magnificently, and her slight body movement worked the juice out for him.

But they reached that point in their respective hungers where each needed more of the other's flesh and each needed more treatment by the other. Cole plunged his tongue into her cunt, violating her hole and twitting the juicy walls of her entrance.

Phyllis moaned and sucked his knob into her lips, licking at the swollen tip avidly. Cole groaned and seized her clit in his lips, twitting its tender tip rapidly with his tongue. She shivered and traced a circle around his coronal ridge with her tongue.

Cole groaned again and drew her clit into his lips with quick little sucks that milked it rapidly. Her ass wiggled and she gave his cock a series of suckings that brought him to a dangerous level. He had to rush her along or he would come ahead of her.