J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Cole McDonald, if I didn't know you had a beautiful wife, I'd think you were making a pass – flattering me, inviting me to stay here, offering to stay at my place… even trying to get me drunk, perhaps?" She smiled as if she had turned the tables on him, teasing him more successfully than he had teased her.

"The day I stop making passes at beautiful, desirable women, Mary Margaret, will be the day they throw the dirt in on me. And Grace is not only beautiful… she's broadminded… modem, I think they call it." Cole moved to sit beside her as he finished speaking, but made no attempt to touch her; he sipped his wine and looked into her startled eyes.

"You… you're modem… sort of like… the Palmers?" she asked, using the only reference she knew.

"Very much like the Palmers," he admitted, wondering how much she knew about Dean and Phyllis.

"Then… you were… making a pass." Her tone was uncertain, but it was not a question. She wet her lips nervously, and Cole saw that they were very nice lips – ripely full and moistly pouting. Her tits were jiggling under her dress with the rise and fall of her heavy breathing. "I… I don't… oh, Cole! I'm so desperate!" She was trembling, and Cole set down his wine and took her in his arms.

Her mouth darted up to meet his as if her head had been released from a spring. He kissed her hotly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tasting her as his hands began to caress her shoulders and back.

She sucked at his tongue greedily; her hands went to his lap and fumbled at the opening of his fly, announcing the frank surrender of all her modesty as her need became too great to be ignored.

Cole's hands unfastened the back of her dress and slid it off her shoulders as she got her hand inside his pants. He unhooked her bra, then made her sit back as he peeled the dress and bra straps off her shoulders and arms.

She stood up and shed the garments as Cole stripped himself for action. When she had removed her panties, he stared at the dark bush of her crotch, admired the perfection of her legs, thighs, and rounded belly, and the gorgeous fullness of her firm tits.

"You're absolutely lovely!" he said hoarsely as he took her in his arms again. She felt the hardened shaft of his cock press into her lower belly and gasped, then she whimpered as her need grew greater with the contact.

He knew she was impatient, so he eased her onto the sofa, then lifted one of her legs and placed her heel on the back of the sofa. Her other leg was stretched out, her heel resting on the carpet.

Cole knelt and kissed the wetness of her oozing bush, sucked at the swelling lips of her gash, then licked into the warm, red furrow with an excited hunger. Her sweet, musky scent was a warm vapor rising to fin his nostrils as he tasted her puce.

"Oh-h-h! Cole!" she moaned, her legs trembling and her ass beginning to rock gently on the sofa cushion. "I'm sopping wet!"

"I know," he said joyfully, lifting his face from her excitingly steamy twat. "Your cunt's a delicious pot of honey!"

He licked her again, slurping up the dew, then he thrust the tip of his tongue into her hole deeply and began to fuck her with rapid little strokes.

"Oh, Cole… that's wonderful!" she cried. Her hands covered his head and her fingers ran through his hair and caressed his ears as she pulled his mouth into her snatch, eager to get his tongue as far inside her as possible.

He sucked powerfully at the hot entrance of her cave, and she let go of his head to grab her tits and squeeze them while she gave out a squeal of ecstasy. Cole slipped his lips over the warm bud of her slit and darted his tongue at it in rapid feather-light contacts. She whimpered joyfully and wiggled her ass as he kept up the teasing for several seconds.

Cole sucked at the fleshy bud, drawing it out of its cloak and into his lips, then he let it go. She gasped loudly, and he did it again, then again, repeating it as she began to moan and wiggle with an unbearable pleasure.

"My thing!" she cried loudly. "Oh, Cole… the way you're… sucking my thing!"

He felt her body tensing, and he knew that she was ready to come, so he left the bud and sucked again at the wet hole of her tunnel, gathering the last of her honey. Then he clamped onto her clit once more and sucked at it powerfully.

"Argh-h-h-h!" Her throaty scream, as she started to come, was a sound that rattled the windows. Her body leaped as if it had received a jolt of electricity, and she arched her back tautly for a second, then she fell back and shuddered several times, moaning and gasping as her orgasm ran its course.

Cole gave her a good three minutes, his cock throbbing every second of waiting, and then he grabbed his stiff whang and leaned into her crotch, guiding it into the sloppy maw of her twitching cunt. Her spasming flesh closed around the throbbing knob, and she jerked as she gasped at the contact.

Then he thrust into her body, fucking into the slippery clutchings of her convulsing tunnel, soaking his prick in her sheath for several seconds, enjoying the hot, quivering wetness of her grasp on him.

"Beautiful!" she moaned. "Oh, what a… beautiful cock! It feels so… good inside me!" Her ass began to move, reaching up as her cunt gulped at him, milked his prick in liquid claspings that had him groaning his excitement steadily.

He fucked back into her, thrusting hard to bury himself in her juiciness, relishing the feel of her quivering slickness as greatly as he had relished its taste.

They flew at it, fucking at each other desperately, tightly, crying out as the thrills multiplied in their guts, feeling the juices ooze out around their plunging connection.

The hairy lips of her cunt clung to his shaft as it slid out of her, then puckered inward as he drove heatedly toward the end limit of her tunnel.

"Cole!" she cried. "Do it in me! Oh, do lots of it! I'm… oh, Cole! DO IT!"

She began to shudder, gently at first, then in jerking waves as her orgasm was really launched. Cole jerked his ass tightly, hammering his cock into her depths, then he spewed heavily, hearing her sobs as each splash hit her tunnel's end.

Her spasms slowly faded until she was able to breathe without gasping. Her eyes fluttered open to look into Cole's face, and he smiled warmly at her, then he pulled his cock out of her slowly.

"You must think I'm awful!" she said. "But I couldn't help yelling like that. I was so… it's been so long…"

"Don't let it worry you," he told her. "Sex is at its best when you let your partner know what you want and when you want it. And never apologize for doing what comes naturally. That's the reason people have hangups; they worry about opinions. Hell, we all have our pet sexual interests." Margaret caught his slight emphasis of the word "pet".

"You know what I wanted McDog for… don't you?"

"I guessed. So what's wrong with that? Anything that's fun and doesn't hurt anyone or anything else can be only good; it's the sick meddlers – people who have to pull everyone down to their own level of limitations – that make trouble. On this farm, we do what we want to about sex. Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay with us for a while?"

Cole grinned at her confidently, and she had to laugh as she gave him an affirmative nod. Then she got serious again.

"Could I… do something I want to… right now…?"

"Of course," he told her. He had a premonition that she was about to call McDog and try her luck with him. He couldn't blame her for that; she'd been hard up for several days and, after all, she was sort of hung up on fucking dogs.

"I've never tried it," she said. "But all of a sudden, I'm anxious to see what it's like." She got up and put her hands on his thighs, then dipped her head into his lap and seized the tip of his smeary cock in her lips.