J. Bradley - The hog wives

The toasty curls of her snatch came into new when she straightened up, and Cole's whang bobbed with eagerness. He was unprepared for her favorite preliminary to play, and when she knelt with her face in his crotch, clasping his buttocks lovingly as she nosed into his balls and sniffed, he almost went off in the air.

She nuzzled around his crotch, inhaling the man smell in deep sniffs, then blowing on his curly hairs as she exhaled. Her tongue lashed out and licked him under the balls; then she gave him a sucking kiss on the head of his cock.

Cole fought for control, made it, then was attacked once more by her flying brown hair as she prepared to get to her feet. The silken fluffiness was a maddening tease to the already sensitized head of his cock, and he was proud of his control when he managed to calm down afterward.

"Okay," she said softly when she was facing him at shoulder level again. "The lady has had her choice for preliminaries; now I'm yours Cole… take me any way you like!"

"Slowly," he told her. "Whatever else, I want to enjoy you slowly… to make it last. Something tells me I have a very special woman on my hands!" He grasped her shoulder gently and ushered her to the bed, easing her down on its edge, then rolling her onto her bevy.

He looked at the loveliness of her body as it relaxed into the resilience of the bed. Her hair was flung around her wildly as if wind-blown, and the toasted gold of her buttocks was a satin study in perfection.

Cole knelt and hissed the backs of her thighs, starting at the exciting valleys behind her knees and worked upward slowly. He kissed into the soft creases under her buttocks, then over the satin mounds themselves; his tongue slid down the shadowy crease between them and found the soft, fluttering wrinkles of her asshole.

He tongued hotly into the warm blossom, and she whimpered her joy as the shivers rippled over her skin. The cheeks of her ass twitched, then parted as she lifted up from the bed. The very private wrinkles of her asshole quivered and pouted open for him in an inviting pucker.

"What a gorgeous little winkie!" he exclaimed. He put his tongue into the softness again, pushing firmly but gently into its center.

"Oh, Cole… that's delicious!" she moaned. Her ass rocked gently as she appeared to be fucking herself into the bed.

He tongued her asshole for a while, working her up from whimpers and soft moans into surprised little squeals. Then he rolled her over onto her back and looked down on the flushed skin of her tits and belly.

Her eyes peered up at him through slitted lids; her mouth was moistly puckered into a circle, and her breathing was heavy. Her tits shimmered like quicksilver as she breathed, the nipples describing tiny circles in the air.

Her magnificent belly was soft to his lips, and he kissed it nibblingly, tonguing into her navel briefly before he moved up to suck her tit. The nipple swelled in his lips; he drew out her tiny store of liquid and moved to the other tit. It yielded more slowly, but gave up more love-milk to his powerful suction.

His lips coursed downward again. He tongued into the downy wonder of her cunt curls, then stopped as he gently grasped her legs and spread her crotch open to its fullest. He nestled his face into the gleaming pink wetness of her gash and breathed in her scent. Its exciting odor made him groan with joy as he breathed it deeply. Then he began to tongue her, using soft, feather-light touches that made her gasp and wiggle.

"Flow, baby!" he cried gently. "Cream for Daddy!" He sucked at the swollen edges of her lips, then fucked her hole with his hot tongue, and she moaned as her ass rocked with excitement.

His cry for honey triggered her mental controls as effectively as she could have done it by concentration. The juice began to ooze and gather, but Cole slurped it up greedily with lips and tongue, his hunger insatiable as the cream continued to ooze over her soft flesh.

But he heard her impatient whimpers, and he abandoned his quest for honey to kiss her clit, lipping it and milking its excited firmness within its soft cloak. He drew it in and out of his lips with a soft sucking that soon had Barbara crying out in little wails of ecstasy.

"Cole… darling!" she moaned. "Those tender little sucks!" Her ass was uncontrollable in its twitching and rocking now. He had to steady her in place with his hands on her hips to keep on target. But he gave her only a few more sucks before she emitted an animal cry that was almost low enough to be in the bass range.

Her cunt was torn from him as she bucked and reared; then she sank to the bed and lay there shuddering for a long time. When she stirred, Cole rolled her over and pulled her hips up so she became supported on her knees.

He squatted astride her legs and thrust the hard head of his prick into the wet, hairy petals of her cunt. She whimpered at the suddenness of his thrust, but he was gentle as he drove smoothly into her sheath, stopping only when his balls draped into the maw of her gash. He stopped to get a grip on his control, for the sweet slickness and wrinkled claspings of her tunnel had almost done him in.

"Oh-h-h-h…" she breathed softly. "Let it lie there a little while, Cole, before you make it go to work. It feels so good in me!"

He was glad of the chance to extend his breathing period, and he leaned over her, planting feathery, nibbling kisses all over her back, as far as be could reach without disturbing their connection.

When he felt a light, buttering squeeze inside her cunt, he began to fuck into her, feeling the slushy cling of her flesh as he pumped in and out. Barbara was humming joyously, her ass making little tilts to meet his drives.

Then he pulled out of her suddenly, and she whimpered her disappointment. He put the rocky knob of his cock into the soft funnel of her asshole and leaned into her gently. She gasped in surprise, then puckered the fleshy exit for him. He rode in on the slick oil of her cunt, smeared into every pore of his cock, driving halfway up her rectum in one thrust.

"Oh yes, Cole… I love that!" she cried. And she puckered for him again, letting him in up to the hilt. Her winkie snugged up around the base of his prick, and he grunted at the tightness. His hands went under her, and he began teasing her cunt with his fingers, stirring up the sloppy froth of her cream and twitting her clit almost steadily.

He made short, careful fucks into her ass, testing to see how well fitted they were. She knew when to relax her asshole and when to let it tighten up, so he began to hump into her bowels in earnest. She was squealing happily now, for she loved the feel of a cock in her asshole, especially if she was getting attention in her cunt at the same time.

"Drive it into me, Daddy!" she cried. "Ooh-h-h! Get your… come ready, Cole… I'm… I'm… OH, COLE!"

There was a brief second when she seemed to have opened both doors wide to him. Her asshole almost disappeared, its snugness gone from around his plunging cock. And his fingers almost went into her cunt up to his wrist.

Then she constricted on him as her orgasm grabbed hold. Cole shoved into her asshole as far as he could, then spurted her rectum full of hot semen. Her locking ring of flesh clamped and unclamped on his cock, milking it dry.

She reached back and puked his fingers out of her cunt as she became supersensitive from the intense climax. Cole eased out of her ass a little at a time as her winkie relaxed in brief spasms.

He took a quick shower while she was recuperating, then lay in the bed and relaxed while she cleaned up. He dozed oft feeling fat and satisfied, and dreamed he had a woman-dairy instead of goats!

When Dean and Grace woke up from their sofa naps, they sat up and looked at each other foolishly, realizing that they were the only ones downstairs. They knew there was a lot of action going on upstairs, and both of them had ideas about starting a little fun of their own. But each had the same startling thought: What could they do that would not seem a little tame, after their wild collaboration earlier with the goats?