J. Bradley - The hog wives

"God, Rachel… come on, baby!" he groaned. And, as he began to despair of lasting long enough, Rachel bleated loudly; her cunt grabbed him tightly at the moment that he was buried in her the deepest. He felt the fluttering nibble again as her uterus opening sought the meal of semen that was not there.

He delivered it. With groans and gasps, Dean shot gushes of come into the milking, clasping cunt. Rachel literally pulled the last drop out of him; he withdrew from her suckingly, sperm flying and oozing from her swollen cunt as he stepped down from the ramp.

"Oh God!" Grace said, staring at the inspiring sight of Dean's smeary, dripping cock. Her hand was in her cunt, fingers working furiously; the skirt of her frock hung high on her forearm as she tried to bring herself off to relieve the pressure of her lust. "I can't stand it… help me, Dean!"

She sat down weakly on the platform of the adjacent milking station, one foot drawn up to her ass, her fingers dipping into her soupy cunt rapidly as she gasped and moaned frantically.

Dean was too spent to fuck her, but he was more than sympathetic to her plight. He approached her, intending to get on his knees and bring her off by sucking her cunt. But she slid off the platform to the floor as he neared her.

Her head was toward him as she reached up and grabbed him by the legs, pulling him to his knees by her head. Her arms went around his hips.

"Eat me off, Dean!" she pleaded. "Finish me… please!" He caught the urgency in her voice and wasted no time in repositioning himself. He learned over and nuzzled into her slippery twat, his lips sucking at the copious gathering of her juice, and his tongue lashing out to trigger her clit.

Grace pulled at him until he rolled his weight sideways and knelt astride her; she seized his limber, shaky cock in her lips and began to suck at it. The sweet musk of her fountain had renewed his excitement as he licked and sucked in the tender flesh of her cunt; although he was extremely sensitive from his powerful ejaculation, he felt his own juices moving within him as Grace's lips made their demands.

He suffered the ecstatic misery of her avid sucks, groaning into her soupy twat as he feasted, until he felt his cock harden and throb in her mouth. He licked and nibbled at her clit fiercely, then began milking the stiff little bud with his lips, giving it hard sucks frequently.

Grace's ass was grinding on the concrete; shudders started to shake her body as it tensed for her climax. Dean plunged his tongue into her oily hole and fucked it furiously, then he sucked at the hot source of her cream.

He felt her sucking just as hard on his brutalized cock, and as her ass rose from the floor, pushing her cunt snugly into his face, he burst loose a volley of shots, gushing his come into her mouth and throat.

Grace would have sucked on him until her orgasm was completed, but Dean howled and rolled away from her, then stood up to lean against the stanchion where his slacks were hung.

He recovered partially while Grace was letting her convulsions abate. He got into his slacks and waited for her to finish. She finally struggled to her feet and stood there, eyes hollow with her extreme lust, then stared at him for a moment.

"Are you all right, now?" he asked.

"Yes… but I still need you," she said in a taut voice.

Dean's cock felt as if it would shrink up into his belly to hide. He was absolutely spent; there was no way he could let her suck or even kiss his cock until it had rested for at least an hour. It would take even longer for it to reach the point where he could fuck anyone or anything with it.

She must have seen the panic in his eyes and guessed that he was almost ready to run from her. She gripped his arm and held him as she spoke.

"I need you to help me with the stud," she said. "I've got him in the machine shed, all ready to go, but someone has to swing the safety shield over me after I get into positions

The lack of comprehension was still on his face, he knew; it seemed almost impossible that she could still be all that impatient to fuck after the violence of her orgasm on the floor here. But he recalled how hot he was to get at Rachel, not long after shooting his load into Dot. And he had topped it off by letting Grace suck him to a third come just now.

"Okay," he said. "Let's go."

They turned Rachel out to pasture and closed the rear door, then they left the barn for the next action. Randy was feeling feisty for having been abandoned in the harness again; he was kicking and bucking when they arrived.

But when Grace crawled over the padding, her lovely ass tilted upward to reveal the wet auburn curls of her crotch, Randy bleated loudly, and his crimson cock peeled out of its prepuce, to gleam brightly as he pawed at the floor with his hooves.

Dean swung the shield into place, which automatically dropped the barrier between the goat and his object of lust. Randy went up the ramp with no coaxing, stopping to nuzzle and lick the hairy wetness of Grace's crotch. He snorted as he assured himself that this was the source of the heat odor that had excited him, then he mounted her.

Dean watched as the buck's cock slid further out of its hairy sheath and slithered into the auburn-haired glory of Grace's cunt. The bony haunches heaved forward, and the big red prick slid all the way into Grace's sheath, the hairy foreskin wrinkling into her soupy vulva to tickle her clit.

"Oh loving God!" Grace cried out as the prick filled her to the limit and began to wiggle and thrust inside her. its slick shaft was hot, and it seemed to have the ability to flex and probe in all directions, like a prehensile tongue.

Grace's ass began to weave around in circles as the searching, probing prick nudged first one side of her tunnel and then the other. She thrust up at his drives, taking a tuft of his coarse belly hair in the crack of her ass. It teased her asshole maddeningly, and she squirmed all the more wildly.

Her squirming made the hard, searching fucks of the big prick even more effective, and the fuzzy foreskin frictioned her clit so steadily that she began to come in a constant series of short but powerful orgasms.

"Randy!" she squealed. "That hairy… beast cock… is driving me…!" But she continued to roll and shove her ass up at the plunging goat, her flowing cunt trying to engulf the hot meat that teased in and out of it with steady brute fucks.

Dean could read the language of her body as if it were a book; the shudders and tensings and jerkings told him of her multiple climaxes. But he was not concerned for her. She had convinced him in the milking barn that she was almost insatiable once she got started. And he knew that she could call for help whenever she needed it.

So he stood there and watched, feeling the dramatic impact of what he was seeing, but feeling also the unbelievable sensation of a rising erection. He had to look down at the crotch of his pants to believe it.

It could be no more than a half-hour since Grace had sucked him off, yet here he was with a creeping hard-on – the fourth of the day! There was no doubt that his cock was sensitive as hell, but it bothered him a lot more with a hard-on than when it had been behaving naturally, hanging peacefully at rest, to recover from its labors.

He fished it out of his fly and held it, hoping that the discomfort of being gripped would make the swelling go down, so it would bother him less. But he made the mistake of doing it without looking at it.

Had he seen its inflamed head and the abnormal size of its swelling, he might have lost the erection through simple fear of damaging it. And had he gone outside the shed, away from the stirring sight within, or even turned his back on it, he might have cooled down enough to let his prick subside.