J. Bradley - The hog wives

George thrilled with anticipation as he repositioned himself, mouth poised over her fragrantly heated cunt.

"You mastered the closure!" he said. "You little imp!" As he put his lips to her slit, it parted for him. Juice was gathered in abundance there; a pool was formed in her gash, and he sucked it up with a hoarse cry of gladness, tasting her womanly sex musk in the translucent fluid.

He sucked it all up, then put his lips over her hole and gave a final suck that won him another swallow. He raised his head and grinned happily down at her face. She had a sexually excited expression on her mouth and her eyes burned up at him hotly.

"Now feed me, George," she said. Her finger reached down and captured the wet semen pearl on her belly, then she brought it to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and savored it on her tongue

George squatted by her head, and she turned to take his cock in her mouth. It lay on her tongue and lower lip; she kept her mouth open and waited. He concentrated. After almost two minutes, the head bounced on her tongue as it pulsed strongly. A spurt of his come shot into her throat.

"More!" she begged as she swallowed it. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow, and soon another blob gushed out in her mouth. She swallowed it and put her lips to the pearl that remained on the tip of his cock, sucking his passage dry.

"Beautiful!" she told him. "Now let's rest for a while and let our systems normalize. I'd like to do some old-fashioned fucking!"

They got onto the bed and lay quietly for a while, careful not to touch each other at any point. In less than ten minutes, they were able to feel as refreshed as if they had not spent themselves.

George embraced her, and her arms encircled his neck. Their mouths met and they exchanged flavors, tonguing and sucking joyfully for several minutes. Their bodies gradually wound together until George's rigid prick slid into the wet furrow of Barbara's cunt.

He worked his ass around for a few seconds, centering himself in her hungry twat, then found her hole and shoved into her. She squealed her delight as he filled her sheath, barreling into her until his balls slapped her ass.

"Ooh-h-h! That's a nice fuck stick you have, mister!" she said. Her ass was humping as she thrust up to meet his drives, and he felt the wonderfully slick heat of her tunnel engulfing him to the limit as he delivered a series of hard, long fucks, then ground his pubic mat into hers.

"I wish I had two cocks," he told her. "I would dearly love to screw you in the ass right now, but I can't bring myself to leave the juicy warmth of your cunt."

"Save some of your come, lover," she pleaded. "All three of my holes are hungry today!"

Her movements became more desperate as she threw her ass up from the bed; her cunt clasped him in wet gulpings as he thrust into her, and both of them were moaning and grunting as they neared the end of the road. Barbara's breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she began to reach her climax.

"Oh, George! Brownie me… quick!" she cried.

He slid a finger around in her crotch, dipping up some of the excess juice, then slid it into the hot little blossom of her asshole. She squealed, opened it up for him, and hissed excitedly as he thrust it into her all the way.

She cried out as her orgasm seized her completely. George burst into her with several shots, giving her the added sensation of absorbing his hot come while she climaxed. Then he shut off the flow, wincing at the ecstatic pressure it caused in his groin.

They remained locked together until Barbara patted him on the back, signaling that she was willing to carry on with the fun. He pulled out of her, and she rolled over and got up.

They started again. This time she bent over the edge of the bed, feet on the 'door, thrusting up her ass to him. He laid the slippery head of his cock in the twitching wrinkles of her asshole, then pressed inward.

"Ooh-h-h!" she wailed, pretending fear. "There's that hard old fuck stick again!" But her asshole seemed to blossom out into a moist funnel; his prick melted into it like a hot poker into butter.

"Delicious!" she moaned as he thrust into her all the way. "Fuck me easy, George, but be ready to do your thing… I'm close already!"

He screwed into her ass, feeling the excited tightenings of her rectum as she began to evidence spasms of another orgasm. He fucked rapidly, reaching under her to shove two fingers up her cunt and work at her clit with his thumb.

"George!" she moaned. "Oh, George… shoot it, baby!"

As her body started to shake, he let loose his last barrage. Semen squirted into her bowel in hot jets and she whimpered joyfully as the biggest quake shuddered over her.

Again they remained coupled until her spasms subsided. When they separated, Barbara slid to the floor and lay on her side. In a second, George joined her, and they faced each other with satisfied grins.

"Want to try anything new?" she asked him.

"Can't think of anything at the moment," he replied. "How about you?"

"I was wondering what it would feel like to have you piss in my cunt. Want to try it?"

"Hell, I'm game for anything if you are, Bobbi. Let's go to the bathroom; this one we'd better try in the tub!"

Grace McDonald was looking forward to her first session with Randy the goat, but she still had one mental reservation about it; though she had seen Dot do it, she was not sure whether she could accommodate the diameter of the stud's thick-based prick.

But when she got her first look at Harlan Gates without his clothes, she stopped worrying about Randy. If she could accept Harlan's cock, she need not fear the goat!

When he asked her to sit in a chair with her feet pulled up against her buttocks, Grace sat in the big occasional chair in the comer of the master bedroom and drew up her feet until her heels were touching her ass.

"Now, I'd like you to play with your pussy," Harlan told her. "Tease it good… work it up into a real froth for me while I watch."

She stared at him as if he had escaped from an institution. Then she realized that the most normal people could have all kinds of weird hangups. If that was what it took to make Harlan's cock get stiff, then she'd try to oblige him although the size of his monstrous prick when soft made her wonder whether she'd regret doing anything to harden it!

But her fingers stole into her snatch and began to caress the coral lips, tease the mouth of her tunnel, and toy with her clitoris. It took a while for her to feel anything but am extreme sensitivity.

She was not averse to masturbating; she did it often, or at least as often as she needed release when Cole was too busy or tired to take care of her. But with Harlan watching her, she felt rather foolish; end it was difficult to feel foolish and sexy at the same time.

But as she continued to play with herself, she felt the first damp traces of her cream slide over her flesh, and she started to feel fiery tingles traveling around her cunt and belly. As the thrills mounted, her ass refused to remain still. It rolled and bumped frantically as her fingers flew in the gathering wetness.

Harlan's cock began to stiffen as he watched, and the sight of his erection-like a python coming to life excited Grace even more. She stirred her fingers in the stew of her heated cunt and whimpered softly to herself as her passion increased.

She saw Harlan grasp his prong in a firm fist and pump the thick shaft, making the head swell and pulse. At first, she thought this was going to end up as a childish game you show me how you do yours, and I'll show you how I do mine.

But Harlan gave his prick a few whacks, then stood up and went to the bed. He sat down and motioned to her.

"Let's see if that oily quim will slide onto this, now." His hands patted the tops of his thighs, indicating his lap as the spot that she was to sit on. He helped her get seated, facing him, her legs wrapped around him; his hand guided the huge glans into her twat and settled it in the petals of flesh around her hole.