J. Bradley - The hog wives

Around her winking asshole and up through the seam of her crotch ran the rich forest of her glossy black hairs. They were thicker as they reached the slope of her mounded snatch. And the lips of her twat were thickened with desire, pouting fatly and appearing taut at the corners where the pull of her parted thighs tugged at their tender flesh.

The sweetly pink meat of her cunt was beginning to darken as her lust increased, the flush spreading out and upward onto her sleek belly like a blush on a schoolgirl's cheeks. And there was decided moistness covering the appetizing desk; it glistened wetly and shed an occasional drop that ran down in the trough formed by the lower edges of the hairy lips.

Her inner lips were Eared slightly, also thickened with the engagement of passion, and the dark entrance to her tunnel was a compelling hole of mystery that made him wet his lips and swallow the saliva that was collecting in his mouth.

He heard Phyllis gasp at the astounding renewal of his erection; she was thrilled by the muscular appearance it presented with its venous bulges standing out like ropes on the rigid shaft. The purplish head was swollen to a shiny knob that gleamed moistly in the light of the room.

As she watched it, enthralled by its virile shape, the head and shaft pulsed, seeming to swell even more. A drop appeared at the tight hole of his urethra; the drop grew larger, then hung there briefly. An abrupt stream of milky semen shot out, carrying the thin drop away and spewing onto the sheet in a string.

There was another tensing of the shaft, but no more fluid was ejected, though his cock appeared to be straining itself with the effort to hold back. She heard him grunt, and when she looked up at his face, she saw the sweat of his efforts on his brow.

"Oh, George!" she said, tilting herself forward and bracing herself with her hands on the bed. She licked up the heavy string of come and swallowed it, then kissed the end of his cock, sucking the residue out of his tube.

"Sit back again!" he pleaded. "I have to rest for a bit so we can get to the fun and games."

She pushed herself back against the pillows, reclining as if relaxed, but showing her excitement in every facial expression and every burning glance at him. She licked her lips to savor the last taste of his semen, then waited tensely for him.

Drops gathered swiftly in her cunt, now. They seemed to roll from the very pores of her vulva and seep from the dark hole of her vagina, filling the little pool at the lower lips until it reached the hairy brim.

George had closed his eyes until his erection went down. He opened them to see the honey leaking from the pitifully vulnerable mouth of her cunt. He gave a soulful cry and unlocked his legs to fall forward; his mouth closed over the wet gash of her twat and he sucked up the juice loudly.

"Oh-h-h!" Phyllis moaned. "You got it in time, George!" She had felt the coolness where the liquid gathered, just as she had felt the terrible Intensity of her creaming.

Now she whimpered as he licked at the wet inner edges of her quivering lips and the oozing hole of her cave. He tongue-fucked her and she moaned steadily, then stiffened and jerked as she came violently with a tiny cry of joy.

George sucked her clit into his lips, and she began to cry, short sobs racking her as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had wanted him to milk her clit, suck at the little bud until she was ready to explode, but coming prematurely had made her too sensitive to let it continue. Her clit felt as if it were on fire.

"Wait!" she sobbed. "Oh, wait, George!" He raised up and saw the intensity of her emotion, then sat back to watch the shivers and twitches of her convulsing climax as she slowly converted her sobbing to soft gasps and moans.

Her cunt flesh pulsed as he watched, and his excitement began to grow. He had to concentrate to keep from shooting the rest of his wad on the sheet. His Yoga experiments had presented that one liability. Once the mental paths had been blazed, his mind could so easily cause him to erupt without much physical stimulation that he had to be on guard.

When Phyllis had calmed considerably, he crawled up to her and laid the head of his cock in her wet twat, feeling the damp black hairs tickle his balls and the base of his prick as he shoved it all the way into her.

Her sheath spread for him as his knob plowed up her tunnel, then closed around him claspingly in gentle spasms. He began to fuck her with long, slow strokes that almost popped his knob out of her hole at one second, then buried it in her soft limits at the next.

"Oh, George, you fuck nice!" she whispered, reaching down to clasp his ass with her hands, trailing her fingers in his crack and feeling the wrinkles of his asshole sensuously with her fingertips. "But I'm afraid… I'm going to… come again… quick! Oh, squirt it, George!" She stiffened, pulling at the cheeks of his ass and probing his asshole with a finger as her body again shuddered and jerked.

He loosed a series of hot blobs in her, feeling the extra jerks of her reaction to them and the matching sharp moans as she acknowledged the shots.

The come washed out around his moving prick and he fucked it back into her with what was left of his erection. When he was quite limber, she stopped shuddering; there was only an occasional twitch as her spasms faded.

He pulled out of her and flaked out on the sheet at her side. She took several deep breaths, then let out a loud sigh as she rolled over to face him.

"You play second fiddle to no one!" she said fervently. "And you're my special vet from now on, Doctor… I'm liable to call you whenever my pussy has a fever!"

"Come on, Big Dick!" Dorothy Lambert said, taking Harlan's hand and pulling him toward the stairs. "Dottie has two hungry mouths to feed, and it's mealtime!"

They went up and entered a bedroom, Harlan stripping first, then Dot. She wet her lips lustfully as she stared at the heavy hang of his meat. She had squealed her discomfort the first two times he had pronged her, but she had come to love the fat cock for the way it stretched her cunt, massaging all her grooves to perfection.

Dot sat on the bed, her legs close together, ready to play a game the two of them had developed since they had been swapping. Harlan walked over, his trim muscular body contrasted by the fat tube of flesh that swung as he approached her.

"What've you got under that pile of straw?" he asked, reaching a finger into the golden hairs of her lower belly.

"A big hole!" she told him with a smug, little girl expression.

"What's the hole for?" he queried.

"It's an animal trap," she replied.

"What kind of animals are you after?" he asked.

"My hole's just the right size for an elephant," she said.

He took her legs in his hands, tipped her back on the bed, and spread her wide open; bending his face down, he licked into the wet gash and slid his tongue into her hole, wiggling it around and making it fuck her for several seconds.

"I don't think so," he told her. "It may be deep enough, but you need a wider opening than that for an elephant. Let me help you make it a little bigger."

He had become rigid as he talked, and now he placed the fat tip of his cock against the slippery mouth of her hole, then drove into her. The breath whooshed out of her, and she grunted as he hit bottom, his big bag of nuts pressed into the wet outer lips of her twat and the crack of her ass.

"Ha! You're wrong!" she cried, gasping at the fullness of his prick swelling her sheath so magnificently. "Because I just caught one! I can feel his trunk, even if I can't see it!"

"Oh, fuck his trunk!" Harlan growled.

"You know… I think I win!" she said. Her ass began to lift off the sheets as she fucked up at him, her cunt working at the big hunk of meat with wet greed. Harlan raised his ass to give her a bit more range, and she soon was screwing up into him fiercely.