J. Bradley: The hog wives

Cole groaned as she sucked at it, rim her tongue around the tender coronal ridge, then sucked again. She let it fan from her lips, made smacking sounds with her tongue and palate, then got a bright glow in her eyes.

"Oh, Cole!" she said in a voice full of wonder. "I've read about it… could I try it… with you? Suck you all the way, I mean?" She blushed beautifully.

"Be my very welcome guest!" he told her. "But since it is your first time, let me give you a couple of pointers. Try not to touch it with your bare teeth; take it slow until you get used to it – don't try to get it an in your throat at once and be ready for some fast swallowing, so you won't choke."

She wasted no time even in answering; she nodded quickly and swooped down on his cock with her mouth. This time she licked at the shaft and his balls, seeking more of the semen flavor she had found on his knob. When she had him clean, she took the head in her lips once more.

"Oh, baby!" Cole groaned ecstatically. "Your mouth is really sweet… so wet and warm and soft… like oiled silk!"

Mary Margaret slowly nodded her head, taking in a little more of him at each stroke until finally she had his knob pushing at the back of her throat. Having gotten her throat and palate used to the feel of the intruding glans, she grew bolder, nodding faster and faster as she went on.

"Great, baby!" he told her. "Just wonderful! But now you should start to build up some suction… seal your sweet lips around it… that's it, honey! Oh God! That's fantastic! Now… stroke… suck… stroke… suck… oh, Mary Margaret! I do love the way you eat my cock, little darling! Oh Jesus! Let me reach down and get your tits in my hands… oh suck, baby! Uncle Cole's got a hot meal for you!"

She was frantically greedy now, sucking as if she could get the flavor of what was coming soon. Her hands worked at his thighs, kneading the flesh, just as his hands kneaded her tits while he squeezed the nipples between his fingers. She was moaning nasally, as if she were about to come.

"Oh-h-h, suck, little sweetheart!" he groaned, feeling the heat of his fluid as it gurgled in his groin, prostate and balls. "It's on the way, doll baby! Oh, suck it off, honey! Drink it up! Oh, Mary Margaret! SU-UH-UH-UCK!"

He erupted powerfully. His semen spurted into her throat in gushing gobs. She swallowed desperately, almost choked once, but managed to keep up with the tremendous flow he was giving her.

Then he was through squirting, and she was sucking, sucking, sucking at the throbbing head as she moaned into a wild climax of her own. Cole finally had to take her head in his hands and lift it off the ecstatically pulsing ache that was his spent cock.

She grabbed him, puffed his head down to hers, then put her wet lips to his. She sucked at his mouth, and he gave her his tongue; she pulled greedily, making hot, gasping little sucks that drew at his tongue powerfully.

Then her biggest orgasmic convulsions were over, and she got a little control over herself. Their mouths parted, and Cole tasted the odd flavor of his come. He patted her head and smiled warmly at her.

"Mary Margaret… if you don't accept my invitation, I'll be tempted to kidnap you. God, but you're really something else. I hate to think of you wasting all of your sexy beauty and talents on just Victor. Now, if you stay here, I could teach you a few things Victor might not know. And then there's Randy, of course."

"Randy?" She was intrigued at hearing a name that she secretly associated with sex; she always told Victor he was randy when he nosed into her crotch to tell her he wanted to fuck.

"I'll introduce you to him. Go on into the bathroom there and freshen up before you put on your clothes – although you don't need anything but your dress to go outside if you intend to stay. There's a douche thing just inside the top drawer in there. Come on, little sweetheart; then I can take you out and introduce you to Randy."

Thirty-five minutes later he led her up to the gate of the stud goat's pen, opened it, then ushered her inside. Her nostrils were dilated as widely as Randy's were; she sniffed his musky odor into her lungs, then gripped the top rail of the pen as she swayed on her feet.

Randy had caught the faint odor of fresh woman-heat on her, and his red goat cock was sliding out, exhibiting slightly more meat than she had accommodated to date.

"You mean… he can… you have him trained to…" Her eyes were smoky bright with rekindled desire

"He didn't need training; just restraining. And we have a rig that keeps him under control. All you have to do is get up the nerve to risk that big cock and…"

"How many days did you say you wanted me to stay with you?" she asked.

Meanwhile, back at the Palmer farm, the Lamberts and the Palmers, after having left a note on the door to the effect that Dean and Phyllis were away, were about to conduct another experiment in animal husbandry. Having no goats at hand, Dean and George had thought up the novel idea of breaking the Palmers' pet pig, Bessie, in to the joys of sex with humans.

George, Dorothy and Phyllis were waiting expectantly in the barn, Phyllis proudly showing the Lamberts how tame Bessie was.

"This will be her first time," Phyllis said. "We've never mated her, we've always thought of her more as a pet than anything else."

"Well, she certainly does look friendly," George said, stroking the pig's flank. "But just how friendly, we've yet to find out."

"We're about to, though," Dot said. "Here comes Dean with the bait."

Dean came into the barn with a jar of honey in his hand. He grinned broadly.

"Hello, Bessie!" he said, bending down to pat the pig on its head. The shoveled nose lifted and George could swear the pig grinned. It sniffed at the honey and waggled its tail.

Phyllis was lying on her back, her eyes terribly hot. She let George spread her thighs apart while Dean approached with the jar of honey.

"Hand me one of those blankets, Dot," George said. He was looking down into Phyllis' open cunt, fingering the curls at her lips, tugging the puffy tissues apart gently.

Dot brought the blanket over and at George's instructions stuffed it under Phyllis' buttocks. Her hips lifted high into the air, and her pelvis rocked back. Dean bent over with the jar of honey and tipped it while George held her cunt open with his fingers. Phyllis' legs were spread wide apart, and she made little moaning sounds of heat.

"Ooo, that tickles!" she cried as the sticky, thick honey began to flow over the lip of the jar into her receiving hole.

Bessie pranced around and around and they had to keep pushing her away as they poured the honey into Phyllis' cunt.

"God, what a hole!" Dot giggled as more and more went inside.

"Ohhh, I feel like I'm getting flooded with an elephant's load of sperm!" Phyllis cried. She tipped her hips backward to drink as much of it into her body as she could.

"Hey, it's full!" George said.

Dean stopped pouring. The well of Phyllis' pussy was overflowing. George squeezed the lips of her cunt together to trap and hold the volume of honey inside her upturned cunt. A thick stream of it oozed and ram down the edges of her lips. George bent and licked at it with his tongue, making Phyllis' hips buck dangerously.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Where's Bessie?"

"Coming right up!" Dean said.

George took his fingers away from Phyllis' pussy. The lips separated, and honey oozed out and dribbled down the crack of her ass, puddling on the floor. The pig smelled it and started licking with her long tongue making terribly happy sounds as she did.

"Oh!" Phyl cried. "Oh God, Dean!" Her hips bucked up and her buttocks flapped together. The pig's tongue lashed out again and again, licking the lips of her cunt. "Oh God, darling – it's wonderful!"