J. Bradley - The hog wives

But the sight of Randy's lusty humping – the hairy-based cock fucking into the copper curls of Grace's whitely vulnerable crotch was so magnetically compelling that Dean could not take his eyes off it.

He had only two choices, as he thought; whip himself off by hand, or slide into position near Grace's head and stuff his cock into her mouth – he had no doubts about her accepting it.

In the end, what decided him was the view. He could not have squeezed into a better place for a suck-off without losing his ringside seat for the rest of the fantastic performance.

So he simply stood there, leaning against one of the pillars that supported the joists of the shed's second floor, and gently slid his foreskin back and forth on the brutally stubborn erection.

Liquids gleamed and splashed as Randy's beast cock flew in and out of the wet, hairy mess that was Grace's crotch. Dean was fascinated by the fact that her ass still worked so urgently after such a long siege.

It became apparent, after a while, that most of her movement was reflex. There would be periods when her ass barely moved; then Dean could see that she was having another orgasm. Her body would jerk and twitch almost the way it might have done in her sleep.

He felt a brief panic, wondering if she had passed out. Then he heard her whimpering and gasping with the intensity of her climax. So he continued to watch, pumping at his numbing cock, cursing it for the stubborn nuisance it was.

Then he heard Grace scream. He saw the pearly ooze of the goat's semen as it flooded out of her stuffed cunt, and he heard the bellowing and snorting of the animal as it finished gushing its hot load into her body.

His own cock began to spew. It felt as if it were going to fall apart when the tight, thin jets of semen spurted out the end, to splat on the floor. He had very little to expend, and it was soon over. The throbbing ache got worse for a while; then it began to subside.

Randy had dismounted and was standing there in his harness, snorting and wheezing and pawing at the 'door with his hooves. Dean decided to take the animal to its pen; he needed some air himself – especially on the inflamed head of his tortured cock!

He unharnessed the buck and led him outside, then took him across the barnyard to the pen. He unsnapped the lead from the halter, and Randy trotted out of sight around the shed that he Occupied in bad weather.

Dean closed the gate and went back to the machine shed, taking the lead with him. When he reached Grace, he realized that he should have freed her before leaving. She was moaning and swearing as she tried to reach the safety shield from her contorted position.

"Hang on, kid… I'm coming!" he told her. He swung the shield out of the way, noting the tremendous pool of semen that lay on the padding in the vee of her crotch. More was oozing from her hairy snatch as he watched.

"When that goat comes, he really comes!" Dean commented as he helped Grace to her feet. She leaned against him, almost an of her weight braced sideways on him until she managed to make her feet behave.

"You'd better believe it!" she told him. "And he serves it hot, too! My God… it's like lava when it hits!"

He helped her walk to the house, goat come trickling down her legs an the way. He got her as far as the downstairs bathroom. Cole was coming out the doorway as they reached it; he smelled of toothpaste and soap.

"Wow!" he said with a grin, his nose wrinkling at the odor of goat musk that clung to Grace. "You must have joined the billy club. How was it?"

"It's wonderful," Grace said with a weak smile. "Providing you live through the initiation!"

For everyone but Grace and Dean, lunch was the occasion of bright and witty conversation. The tired pair were not too exhausted to laugh with the others, but they lacked the freshness required for making clever quips and being alert to several conversations at once.

Dean excused himself right after eating, then he flaked out on a living room sofa. Grace was only a few minutes behind him, taking the remaining sofa for a short nap.

Phyllis asked Cole if she could try the billy goat after they finished lunch. When he explained that the stud needed quite a rest after his bout with Grace, the brunette was disappointed, but she brightened up when Cole said that twenty-four hours was enough rest for Randy, if she wanted to plan on a specific time.

"I hate to play second fiddle to a goat," George told her. "But if you're all wound up for action, I'd like to see if I can find the switch that turns you on."

Hearing about Grace's session – told around the lunch table partly by Grace and Dean and augmented by Cole's retelling of what Grace had related to him – had stirred Phyllis considerably. She had ventured into the exciting field of animal sex with Victor; now she was eager to try any and all beasts that proved to be capable of providing her with an orgasm!

"I'm hot to trot, all right," she confessed. "And there's no one I'd rather dance with thaw you, George." She stood up as he pulled her chair from the table.

She was thinking that, since she had to sublimate her urge to couple with animals until later, there ought to be no better substitute than a man whose profession was animal medicine and surgery! Maybe she could learn a lot from him…

Once they had undressed, Phyllis saw the sleek satin of George's cock begin to swell as he studied her. She knew that her body was sexually enticing, and she loved to see the proof of it in men's eyes, in the way they wet their lips when they looked at her, and most especially in the virile lift of their cocks.

Seeing his prick harden for her made her even more ready for him. She felt the wetness of her cunt as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, studying the taut sac of his balls and the steadily rising, constantly swelling shaft of his cock.

"Was Dot kidding me," she asked, "or can you really make yourself come whenever you want?"

"I've learned enough Yoga to exert a certain amount of control over it," he told her.

"Oh, show me, George!" she begged, her brown eyes snapping with excitement.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll try it for you. Prop yourself up at the head of the bed with pillows. Then spread yourself open for me, so I can stir up things by looking at you."

Phyllis complied, and when she was settled, George took up his lotus position facing her. She was leaning well back against the pillows, her feet brought up to her buttocks to brace herself in place, and her knees far apart to spread her thighs for him.

George deliberately ignored her tantalizing twat for the first part of his demonstration, and she wondered why he was not looking at her as he began to shift his position to get comfortable.

"First, I'll do something even more difficult for me to do," he told her. "With you so close to me, I find it automatic to get a hard-on. But I'll show you real control by making it go down."

He concentrated as she watched, fascinated; in a minute, she saw the heavy blue veins of his shaft begin to diminish, and the size slowly decrease as the prick softened and sank to his balls, limber and at rest.

"Amazing!" Phyllis gasped. She knew how stubborn Dean's erection could be; before they were married, he had gotten hard while dancing with her and couldn't make it go down.

"Now it's easy to get it back up," he said. "All I have to do is look at you; no Yoga to that part of it with you around."

He gazed at the stimulating sight of her crotch, spread out to his view like a buffet lunch. At the very bottom, not quite hidden in the depression of the bed beneath her, he could see the beige pinkness of her asshole, its soft wrinkles moving slightly with the reflex of her excitement.