J. Bradley - The hog wives

He alternated his attack, sucking first at her clit, then at her creaming hole. He speeded it up, until she was frantic from the rippling of thrills through her belly and womb. Her greedy sucking grew stronger, and she milked at the hard flesh with her lips, bobbing her head rapidly in a race with time.

She uttered a choked cry around the mouthful of flesh as her orgasmic shudderings began. Cole, feeling the tension build in the muscles of her thighs, seized her ass with his hands and pulled her tightly to him.

He sucked hard at her vaginal entrance, gleaning the last of her honey, at the same time fucking up into her mouth with rapid, short strokes, his cock gliding in the soft ring of her lips. He felt her suction increase as his first blob of come burst out of him, and then he was gushing fiercely into her throat as she spasmed and fucked her splayed cunt against his face.

They fell apart, gasping for air and reveling in the tastes of sex that lingered hotly in their mouths. Phyllis rolled off, to lie beside him, and Cole stretched out a hand, cupping it over her pubic bone so be could feel the fluttering of her body as it responded to her inner convulsions. They were silent for almost fifteen minutes before Cole spoke about something that had been forming in his mind.

"I've been thinking, Phyl. If I sat on that straight chair over there, and you sat in my lap, facing me, I'll bet I could get my cock all the way inside you and suck your tits at the same time."

"You mean you're hard again already?" she asked.

"Not quite hard enough," he admitted. "But the fun of getting organized and positioned will help, to say nothing of what will happen when your juicy cunt kisses the head of my prick. I'm just about out of my mind with wanting to get into you further than my tongue can reach!"

"Let's try it!" she agreed excitedly. She was still feeling the gentle graspings of her climax, but the idea had taken hold of her imagination, and she was hot to be fucked and sucked at the same time.

They got into position, with Cole's cock wedged in the wet gash of her twat, half erect and pulsing with willingness. She wiggled her ass, making her vulva caress the drooping head. It swelled up to fill the funnel of her entrance, and they managed to get it into her vestibule.

A few careful thrusts drove it all the way into her cunt, and she leaned backward, her hands on his shoulders, her tits jutting out ripely at him. Her ass moved rotatingly on his lap as her lust returned in full force.

"Suck me, Mac!" she moaned. "Suck my tits now… and let me fuck you off while you're sucking."

He leaned forward and took a nipple in his lips, working the generous udder of her breast with his fingers as he began to suck and nibble on the spongy morsel. His other hand toyed with her other nipple and breast, warming it up for his mouth.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Phyllis cried, her ass rolling around and lifting and fading as she made her cunt gulp and clasp at the hard fullness of his swollen cock.

He drew an amazing wealth of love-milk from her tit, then began his feverish suckings and nibblings on its mate. Phyllis was fucking him off at a frenzied rate. Both of them seemed to soar to the heights much faster than ever before, as if the pattern of their coupling had fertilized their lusts.

"Oh, Mac! Suck it, Daddy!" Phyllis cried, impaling herself brutally on the stubborn hardness of his turgid prick and rolling her ass to massage the boiling bag of his bans.

He got the love-milk from her tit just as her climax hit her. She wailed loudly and gripped his thighs with hers, grinding her cunt mercilessly around his cock as she shuddered and jerked on his lap.

He spurted up into her mightily, wondering where he was getting so much come as he flooded her cunt with it. She gurgled contentedly as the hot fluid spread inside her, then she lost her tenseness and leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder.

When she could talk without panting, she spoke in low tones, her lips close to his ear.

"At least you got to suck while you fucked," she said. "Even if my milk isn't as rich as Rachel's."

"It was delicious," he told her. "And was it fun to be sucked and fucked together?"

"It was heaven! I'm afraid neither dog nor goat can do that much for me."

"They all have their uses," he philosophized. "But I have to admit that none of them could be as sweetly useful as you. I wonder if I could get another hard-on… maybe if we sit still and let it…"

George Lambert and Barbara Gates had sexed it up on a number of occasions. They discovered that they had two things in common. Both had progressed rapidly in the acquisition of sexual knowledge and experience, through various swapping partners and a general pursuit of the subject. And each was fairly advanced in the practice of Yoga, a discipline which could be used to heighten sexual enjoyment if desired.

They sat on the carpeted floor of the bedroom, facing each other in the lotus position, like a pair of Buddhas. At the moment, neither was concerned with the exact form that their sex play would take. They only knew that it would be interesting as well as fun-something neither would attempt with the average swapper, but certain to be enjoyable between themselves.

Their knees almost touched, so closely were they sitting, and they enjoyed the idea of studying each other without physical contact for a long time. They could thrill to some strange accomplishments.

"How's your ejaculation control, George?" Barbara asked.

"Better, Bobbi… but I still can't always shut it off after one shot. How's your automatic juicer?"

"Some progress there… I've managed to cut down the concentration time by using sexual objects to fill my thoughts."

"How about a demonstration?" he asked.

"Tell you what: You go through your paces first. Then I'll use your come for my thought reference."

"Okay." George went into a deep concentration. After a few minutes his limber cock began to swell and stiffen where it lay on the cushion of his balls. Barbara watched as it rose over his crossed legs.

"Beautiful erection!" she whispered, not wanting to break his train of thought. His brow was furrowed tightly, and his eyes were focused on his cock. After a few more minutes the fat head swelled still more, pulsed once, then emitted a spurt of semen that hit Barbara just above the navel. There was another pulse, and a short, dribbling spurt hit the carpet between them and left a thin string of white fluid on George's calves.

"Wonderful!" Barbara said. "Now I'll try my thing."

She concentrated on the blob of semen that clung to her belly. She could smell its potent male fragrance, and she enlarged upon the sensation by imagining that she could taste it, feel its slimy texture on her tongue.

George watched the patted lips of her cunt; they swelled up slowly, thickening with engorged blood and pouting out from their nest of rich brown hair. Minutes passed, and then George saw the first drops of moisture appear at the lower edges of the lips.

More drops gathered, ran together, formed a tiny trickle, then began to run down into the crack of her ass. George groaned at the waste of her honey, licking his lips thirstily and using his will power to keep from attacking the source with his mouth.

The lips of her cunt seemed to tighten, to press together, and more. Squid escaped from them. George waited, wondering if she had lost her control and would have to give up without breaking her record. She had soaked a washcloth completely during their last experiments!

After what seemed like an eternity, Barbara broke her concentration and looked up at George. There was am enigmatic smile on her face.

"You scolded me the last time," she remanded him. "Said I'd wasted good honey you wanted. Well, come and get it!" She unlocked her legs, grabbed her ankles, then leaned back on the carpet.