J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Come on," Dean said, getting to his feet. "Let's get cozy, shall we?" Grace got up and led the way to her bedroom, and they undressed without any preliminaries.

They crawled onto the bed and fused their bodies together in a tight embrace. Their lips pressed together wetly, and Dean nibbled gently on Grace's lips, then he pushed his tongue into her mouth and fucked it in and out rapidly.

Grace seized his tongue with a greedy suction, and as he thrust it into her, she would milk it between her tongue and palate. Their hands had been busy all the while; fingers caressed and reached over backs, buttocks and crotches, adding to the stimulation of their kissing.

When they grew too excited, they stopped and just lay in each other's arms, catching their breaths and letting their pulses slow. Dean started sucking one of her tits, nibbling on the spongy button of the coral nipple, then puking it, to stretch it out from her breast. lie robed it between his teeth, then sucked some more.

Dean had her turn over, to lie on her belly; he tucked a pillow under her at the hip line, raising her ass. Now he began kissing her wetly an over the lower back and buttocks. As he nibbled at the soft satin of her buttocks and trailed his tongue in the crack of her ass, she whimpered her excitement.

His tongue teased the tender folds of flesh around her asshole while he held her cheeks apart with his fingers. Grace was gasping and moaning at the thrills it gave her, and her asshole puckered and unpuckered with the spasms of her reflexes.

Dean frequently would slip the tip of his tongue into her asshole while it was poutingly protruding, letting the reflexive closure tighten on it; then he would wiggle the tip around inside her, and her ass would shudder and jerk at the tingling sensations it caused.

"Dean! Oh God… I'm creaming this pillow like mad!" she cried.

He pulled his tongue out of her ass and rolled her over onto her back, realigning the pillow under her ass so the damp spot was beneath her crotch.

Dean stared at the coppery curls of her cunt and the darkening coral flesh of her gash, a moist split-melon lunch oozing its warm honey slowly, as if melting from her inner heat. He leaned over it and breathed in her heat scent. The stirring femaleness of the delicate, fruity fragrance made him growl lustfully.

He licked into the softness, tasted her juice, then growled again. His lips pressed into her gash and he moved them around over the soupy surface of her vulva like a vacuum cleaner, stealing her dew with steady little sucks that brought gasps and whimpers from her throat.

"Oh, Dean, lover!" she moaned. "Lick it out, Daddy!"

His tongue slithered into her center petals, probed past the quivering entrance of her hot tunnel, and waggled like a vibrator in the soft moistness of her vestibule.

"Ooh-hh! Dino… that hot, soft little fucker…!" Grace's voice was hoarse with passion; her ass rolled on the pillow, the lovely cheeks tightening and relaxing in ecstasy.

He slipped his tongue out of her and stabbed it upward to tap the tip of her clit. She squealed, then whimpered steadily as he continued to twit the bud with soft little dartings of his tongue that barely touched the target.

Grace's ass was shuddering now, and the surface of her belly rippled with nervous excitement. She gasped, held her breath, then moaned, repeating the process over and over as the thrills built steadily and began to overcome her.

"Deem!" she howled. "Put some… little sucks on it! Take it… in your lips, lover!"

He sucked the firm little fleshling into his lips and pressed on it, shooting it out like a banana squeezed from its skin. Grace shrieked happily, and he repeated the maneuver over and over until she was crying out in ecstasy, her body jerking and rolling on the bed uncontrollably.

"Oh, baby!" she yelled. "Suck hard! I'm coming!"

Dean surrounded the bud with his lips and gave a powerful suck. Grace screamed as her body arched upward, stiffening rigidly. Dean thrust his tongue into her hole and fucked it in and out swiftly, then he gave a giant suck that flattened the walls of her tunnel.

She screamed again and fell limply to the bed, her body shaking with a series of tremors. Dean quickly moved to squat over her face, and she licked into the crack of his ass, plunging her tongue into the wrinkles of his asshole.

He groaned, and she made fast little fucks into the tightness of his funnel. Then she trailed her tongue under his crotch to his balls, where she took the bag in her lips, sucking at it, drawing one nut at a time into her mouth as she vacuumed the hairy flesh.

Dean was grunting and gasping at the thrills she created, and now his asshole was winking with excitement. Grace licked at the base of his cock, still moaning softly with the happiness of her orgasmic convulsions. She licked up the shaft, then sucked the knob into her lips.

She rolled the swollen gumdrop on her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her mouth. Dean continued to gasp and groan, and she reached up take him by the hips, tipping him over onto his side. Now he lay there, panting and moaning, while she marinated the up of his cock in her mouth.

It became too good for him, and he knew he had to make a fast decision. It was so sweetly restful and exciting to just lay there and let her mouth-fuck him, suck his sperm out in willing gushes. But he could let her do that later… she could suck him off even when he was too spent to get fully hard.

"No!" he groaned loudly as he pulled away from her sweetly clinging lips. "I want to fuck into that juicy pussy of yours, Grace! Oh, God, how I want to fuck that cunt!"

He hurried into position, crawling into the welcoming vee of her willingly spread thighs and laying the gigantically swollen tip of his cock in the warm ooze of her gash. She whimpered at the contact, still sensitive from her climax, and he spiraled the knob in the vortex of her cunt, slipping into the quivering, gelatin-like lips of her inner mouth.

"Yes!" Grace shrieked. "Oh, fuck it all the way in, Dean!"

He shoved slickly into her sheath. It closed around him in wet, warm claspings as he plowed through to her tunnel's end. Her gasping and gurgling announced her joy as he began to back off and thrust again.

The outer lips of her cunt splayed around the base of his cock as he drove in all the way again. His balls made a wet squishing sound as they splatted into the drooling lower edges of the lips, then swung beneath to hit her in the ass.

Grace swiveled her hips and pelvis, providing a rotary, screwing movement that counterattacked the deep fucks of Dean's driving cock. They worked like a machine, timed to perfection, working at maximum efficiency to produce their hot juices.

"Oh, Dean… give me your tongue!" Grace cried as she felt her numerous thrills melting into one gigantic sensation that would soon explode into an orgasm.

He leaned down until their mouths met. Her tongue was greedily licking at his lips as she panted hotly into his mouth. But the moment he thrust out his tongue to her, she sucked it into her lips and continued to suck at it fiercely.

Dean knew it was the symbolism of his cock she sought. She wanted to suck him off and be fucked by him at the same time. And to him, it was equally satisfying. The sweet warmth of her mouth, sucking off his tongue avidly, added another dimension to the thrills of her juicy, hot cunt as it now began to milk him off with its frantic claspings.

He fucked into her depths for the last drive and forced his balls into her. The hot gushes zapped into the limits of her cunt with telling effect. Grace cried out joyfully and went into her finale. As his cock shot its final globs into her cunt, Dean felt her violent jerks begin.

She quaked heavily as her twat convulsed, milking him off until he was painfully drained. He pulled out of her and let her relax peacefully, to shiver through the joy of her afterglow, while he lay back on the pillow to recover. Already, he was looking forward to the moment when she would come after him with her greedy mouth and take from him the last drop of semen he could give her.