J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Come here, Randy," she said firmly, walking around the corner of his shed to where he stood. He snorted softly as she snapped the lead to his halter. She held the lead in one hand, gripped the big halter ring with the other, then led him out of the pen. They moved across the barnyard with a strange urgency, heading for the machine shed.

If Grace had not been so intent on her purpose, she might have felt surprise at the buck's willingness to go with her after she had left him standing in the machine harness for so long on the previous day. But she was totally oblivious to anything but her frantic lust.

She got the goat inside the machine shed and harnessed him in place. It was only as she stepped up to the trestle-shaped table that she realized she needed help. Once she was in position, hung over the inverted vee of the device, she could not reach up to swing the safety shield into position!

She became filled with a frantic desperation as she saw that she could not accomplish the act she wanted. She ran to the door of the shed and looked outside, as if she might expect Dot or someone else to appear.

But the barnyard was sell silent and deserted. She clung to the door frame, wondering what to do. She was almost ready to go to the house and find someone, when she heard sounds in the milking barn. She went toward the noise, sure that there would be someone there to help her the goats could not get in the milking barn unless the doors to the pasture were open.

She walked swiftly for a few steps, and then she began to run.

Dean Palmer had been exhausted temporarily by the wild fuck he had had with Dot Lambert. But he had grown horny again. Her rosy asshole intrigued him. When she had declared her need to rest, at a moment exciting enough to give him a second hard-on, he was disappointed.

He tried to lie in bed next to Dot and get some rest, but he was keyed up to a fever pitch, mentally, and his cock was itching for more action. He kept thinking about the way Dot had looked on that goat-fucking machine, her choice ass tilted skyward and hot goat come dripping out of her cunt to trickle down her fine legs.

It had been an exciting scene, especially while the big buck was shoving the meat to her. It gave him the hots even now, thinking back on it. Visualizing the position Dot had been in while the goat screwed her, he could not blame her for needing a rest now especially since he knew that she had been well exercised by Cole that night, and that she had been sucked and fucked to orgasm twice since breakfast!

He got more lusty than ever, just lying there thinking about all the great sex fun of the last twenty-four hours. He got up and slipped into his slacks and shoes, then left the room quietly while Dot was sound asleep.

The rest of the house was silent, and he went outside, thinking that a walk around the place might settle his nerves enough so he could go back and rest until Dot woke up. He'd sure like to ram his cock up her sweet blonde ass before the group changed partners!

He went out the back door. The McDonald collie was flaked out on the porch; he looked up, recognized Dean, wagged his tail lazily, then put his head back down on the flooring.

"Hi, McDog! This heat got you?" Dean asked him. The dog's tail gave another weak wag. Dean went out into the barnyard, smiling at the way McDog and his own collie shared a common love of shady siestas on hot days. McDog and Laddie were from the same litter.

He wandered around, finally entering the milking barn, where the air was several degrees cooler. Through the open top half of one of the rear doors leading onto the pasture, he saw several of the milk goats grazing. His cock throbbed, its own memory just a split second ahead of his in recalling what he had heard from Cole and George about the thrills of Rachel's wet cunt.

He moved swiftly to the door and looked out, wondering which of the many animals in the pasture was Rachel. He went into the pasture and moved slowly among them, eyeing each one closely. Cole had said Rachel was a Nubian, so he could ignore all of the Alpines and Saanen that he saw.

The fourth Nubian he examined had a wet, oozing twat. He took her collar between his fingers and turned it until he saw her name, then he led her into the milking barn. His prick was itching and pulsating as he coaxed the animal onto a milking platform and closed the stanchion on her neck.

He removed his slacks and draped them over the adjacent stanchion, then approached the goat with a twitching cock. He was panting as he put out a finger and touched the wetness of her oozing snatch. Her tail waggled and she bleated in a low, urgent tone.

"Ha!" he grunted. "You seem to like that, Rachel." He gave her flanks a few pats and caresses to assure her that he was more than friendly. "Your little goat cunt's getting plenty of action lately, the way I heard it." He stepped onto the ramp and grabbed his cock in his hand. "Easy, Rachel," he breathed as he laid the throbbing head against the heated moistness of her twat.

The goat bleated again and shifted her stance, braced for what she had learned to expect from her previous two experiences with men who had touched her cunt. Dean pushed at the slimy opening carefully, felt her slippery petals open to him, then learned into her more heavily. His cock popped inside the vestibule of her tunnel and slid into her sheath for half its length.

"Jesus, Rachel!" he groaned. "They weren't kidding! What a snug, slick twat!"

He began to thrust into her, feeling the heated claspings of her inner response as she cooperated wholeheartedly. His hands gripped her bony hips and his ass humped steadily, driving his prick all the way into her with lustful fucks.

Her soft bleating and the responsive claspings on his cock told him that this was no one-way party. The goat was ready enjoying it; she would probably get her eggs off like a woman if he could hold out long enough.

Rachel's cunt was ready alive as he got into full swing with his long, deep thrusts. It gurgled and undulated and squeezed his cock in gentle, pulling movements that threatened to milk him off before he could reach cruising speed.

"Easy, girl," he said. "We want this to last awhile." He almost fen off the ramp when Grace's voice came from somewhere close behind him and to his left.

"Not too long, Dean… oh, pray God, not too damn long!" She moved around into view at his left. Having announced her presence, because she was too distraught to keep quiet, she saw no reason to remain hidden. "I'm sorry, Dean… go ahead and finish. But I need your help when you're through here."

"Holy cow!" was all he could say on the spur of the moment. He felt a slight sense of embarrassment – more at being surprised than because of what he was doing – but after having seen Grace and Dot with the stud goat, he could not truly feel guilty.

He did experience a slight setback in his progress, due to the shock of being startled, but he considered that an asset; now he had a better chance of bringing off the goat before he came himself. It ought to be worth experiencing; her cunt was active enough now, and with her orgasm – if she had one, or even could have one – his cock should really have a ball in there!

He had not ceased fucking into her when Grace startled him, but his strokes had slowed slightly. Now he renewed his enthusiasm; a soft, nibbling sensation started, biting gently at the end of his prick at each inward stroke. He groaned as the fluttering caress speeded up his rate of progress, and he fought to maintain control.

His driving cock was pulling oily froth out of the clasping cunt, and his prick felt as if it were being braised in butter, so high was the vaginal temperature into which he was thrusting. His halls were wet with the goat's flowing juice, and her bleating was constant now as her flanks shuddered with her oncoming climax.