J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Christ! What a fuck-box you have there, Dottie!" he moaned. She had expanded enough now to get her constrictor muscles into play. At the top of every stroke, she tightened her cunt, then held it snugly around his meat as she dropped away, milking his prick brutally. "It's like a hungry calf," he told her.

"It's hungry, all right!" she gasped. "And it's going to… suck you off until… it gets a hot meal!"

She pounded up at him, her cunt oozing juice at every stroke, her hands puking on the cheeks of his ass in a desperate struggle to stuff herself fun of cock. She was breathing harder now, with the effort of her fucking and the swift increase of her passion.

"Gotta rest, Big Dick!" she gasped finally. "Fuck that horse cock into me!"

He took over the action, his ass rising and falling like a pile driver, plowing the fat prick through the slippery sheath of her vagina, stretching it tight and frictioning the walls constantly with the big knob.

"Ooh, you sweet, juicy cunt!" he groaned, sliding his hands under her ass and prodding her puckered asshole with a deft finger. "Eat hearty, the nest meal goes into Dottie's asshole!"

He wiggled the tip of his finger into the wrinkled softness of her winkie as he spoke. Dot squealed at the shock, delivered at the moment that she was visualizing her asshole being tom apart by his massive prick.

"Oh, Har!" she cried, carried to her limit by the fantasy of taking his cock in her rear. "Empty your balls!" She convulsed tightly around him as the first quake tore over her. As a more intense spasm hit, she farted squeakily around his probing finger and moaned loudly.

Harlan filled her cunt with a savage drive and spewed globs of his semen into the greedy maw. She bucked under him, her ass doing wild things as she sought to swallow the meal – come, cock and all – in the gulps of her convulsions.

He emptied himself of the final gushes, then pinned her there as he tightened his sphincter, swelling the big knob against her innermost walls several times. She shrieked at the ultimate ecstasy and lay there, quivering like an impaled butterfly.

Harlan pulled out of her, slipping his finger out of her constantly spasming asshole at the same time. He knee-walked over the springy bed until his softened prick dangled at her lips

"Wanna lick the limber timber, Dottie?" he asked her. She opened her passion-thickened eyelids, stared up at him, then reflected a lustful light in her eyes. Her head turned, and her ripe lips took the dripping knob and sucked it into her mouth

He clenched his teeth at the voluptuous torture while she sucked the last string of come out of him He pulled away, and she licked at the smeary shaft, cleaning it from knob to base. Then she licked the sticky come from his balls until he had to roll away from her and lie down to rest.

Dot made satisfied sounds and wiggled contentedly into the sheet as if she were a bitch dog making a nest in the straw. Her hand was pressed to her cunt in an attempt to provide just enough stimulus to prolong her afterglow

"Mm-m-m-m… nice!" she whispered.

"Tell your little asshole to think big!" he said. "Give it the fifteen minutes I'm resting, to get used to the idea."

"I'll clue you, my large-peckered friend," she said. "This girl's asshole is never going to get used to the idea of being tom up by that monster!"

"You mean I'm not going to get to put my roast in your rear oven?" he asked in an exaggerated tone of disappointment.

"You're not going to need an oven," she said. "I'm gonna eat that son of a bitch raw!"

"That's what I'm afraid of… it was raw after you ate it the last time!"

"Okay… no teeth today… I promise."

"In that case, you can crawl down there and start sucking off the women-splitter right now. I'm getting the jumping hots just thinking about your sweet lips on my knob!"

Dot didn't hesitate; she was still feeling the warm inner tingles of her climax, and the exciting taste of his come was still in her mouth. She maneuvered into the vee he quickly made of his legs, then began licking the limp blimp of his cock with a saliva-dripping tongue.

It hardened slowly, and she had licked and sucked his shaft and balls considerably by the time it erected to stand on its own. Dot made a moist, rubbery "O" of her lips, then slipped the fleshy ring over the tip of his knob. He gasped as thrills rippled over his balls and through his groin, then groaned as she began to slide up and down on his meaty pole.

"Oh-h! That's my Dottie!" he said hoarsely. "Pump it out, baby… work it loose and suck it out…"

She nodded greedily, filling her mouth and stuffing her throat chokingly as she engulfed the throbbing thickness. Each time she pulled back to the knob, she gave the tip a powerful suck.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Just a few more times… and then… gravy train!" He was panting as she began to grip the base of his whang with one hand and work at the spongy mass of his balls with the other.

"Suck the cream, doll!" he yelled. "Drink it up!"

He erupted mightily, spewing his load into the gurgling maw of her throat. She took it moaningly, one hand sneaking down to her crotch and finger-fucking herself to completion as she came along with him.

As soon as Dot had sucked the last gob from his tubes, Harlan rolled over to get away from her greedy mouth. She lay down on the sheet beside him and quivered with the fading of her last gentle orgasm, licking her lips contentedly and keeping her hand in her crotch.

She knew she would be able to sleep for a while, and if she was lucky, there could be still more sex play before the weekend was entirely over.

Barbara Gates had been musing over the possibilities of sex play with Cole McDonald all during her stay, except during the moments when she was actually involved with another partner. There was a certain something about the handsome farmer that gave her the pussy-crawlies and twat-tickles

Dot had told her, during a hurried comparison of notes, that Cole was more than capable of holding his own with the best of the swappers she had met to date. Now Barbara wanted to convince Cole that she was as much fun as Dot might have been.

When they entered the bedroom and faced each other, Cole felt some of the undercurrent as Barbara frankly appraised him, her eyes like smoky agates but with the fire of opals. She stood with one knee turned in against the other like a fashion model's pose.

"Who undresses whom?" she asked, hoping as always that she'd get the chance to undress her man; it added spice to the play for her.

Cole had been prepared to strip himself, and was certainly not averse to watch Barbara do a strip tease for him. But her choice of phrasing told him that she might prefer otherwise.

"Let's make it lady's choice," he said. "As of this moment, I'm devoted to the pleasant pursuit of your happiness!"

"Ooh-h-h!" she said in a low voice, her full lips pouting in a moist "O" that grabbed Cole's nervous system somewhere near his balls. "That could lead to almost anything," she told him. But she had started to take advantage of his offer, walking up to him and unfastening his belt and fly.

She had him peeled down quickly, and as soon as his clothes were out of the way, she flipped her head upward into his crotch from her kneeling position, and he gasped as the teasing tendrils of her hair made tingling ripples shudder through his groin and belly.

His prick was at rigid attention before she could get to her feet. The front of her frock touched it, and when she moved a bit to unfasten her dress, the fabric teased his swollen knob. Barbara let the garment fall to the floor and stood there in her yellow bra and panties.

Cole's eyes glowed with lust, and he licked his lips as he saw the bra cups pop free, slipping away with the straps as she flung the flimsy thing aside. Her tits quivered appetizingly as she peeled down her panties.