J. Bradley: The hog wives

Dean's cock lifted thickly. He couldn't help himself. He watched his wife toss and writhe under the tonguing of the pig as it went after the honey.

The porcine cunt-lapper rooted and sniffed and blew into the bubbling lips of her twat. The long tongue snaked out and sank far into the well of her vagina. Bessie pawed the floor and dug hard after more of the sweet honey, and her tail went around and around.

"Okay, George," Dean said, edging him over behind the pig. "She's all yours, buddy!"

George looked at the dark lips of the pig's cunt. The tail was lifted high, begging to get fucked. He looked over the solid body and saw Phyllis rolling and squealing and twisting around on the blanket, clutching at the pig's head, shoving her pussy up into Bessie's snout, yelling and giggling with hysterical sounds.

Her belly rippled and she gurgled out an orgasm. The pig didn't stop. It kept eating at her pussy, licking and licking, fucking the inside of her cunt with its long tongue. Honey sprayed over Phyllis' thighs and crotch as the pig snorted and blew happily.

"Fuck it, George!" Dot urged him hotly.

She took his hips in her hands and guided them closer to Bessie's weaving rear. Then she gripped his prick and placed it against the puffy lips of Bessie's cunt. She put her hands on his butt and pushed.

"Ahhh!" George gasped.

His prick sank into the pig's tight hole. Bessie squealed and lifted her head. Phyllis cried out passionately.

"Don't-let-her-quit!"

Her fingers fumbled at her crotch, working over her clit, trying to make herself come again.

"God, it's tight!" George cried. "Open wide, Phyl, and I'll ram the whole pig up your cunt!"

"Do it, George, do it!" she cried, twisting up her laughing, crying face to come again.

George tried. He pounded his hips into the pig's ass, feeling Bessie squeeze and weave her butt around.

Phyllis squealed at the same time George did. A shudder tore through her body and made honey squirt out of her hole. The pig grunted and licked furiously, squeezing its tight cunt around George's cock at the same time. its haunches rippled as it came hard and sucked the tremendous charge of sperm up his tube. He spurted and hosed into the pig's cunt and spilled out around the stuffing root of his cock.

"Now get away, George, it's my turn!" Dot cried.

She pulled and tugged at George's hips. His prick seemed to be stuck inside Bessie's body. The pig squealed and hunched and licked and licked.

He nearly tumbled over backward when the pig let go. Dot scrambled over him and gripped Bessie's Banks firmly in her hands. Then she made a sound in the back of her throat and watched the honey-sweet semen bubbling out of the inflamed hole. She dipped forward like a hawk and glued her mouth to Bessie's piggy cunt and sucked and sucked. George saw her throat working as she drank up the mixture of sperm and pig-come.

He sat down heavily and propped himself against the wall, taking in the wild scene being enacted before his eyes. Phyllis was still writhing uncontrollably on the floor as Bessie tried to get more honey out of her overworked cunt, and Dot was sucking for all she was worth at the pig's sperm-filled hole. Dean was on his knees behind Dot, spreading the cheeks of her gyrating ass as he prepared to fuck her from behind. All in all, the tableau was a startling one, even to a man who had, in the past week, not only fucked three different women, but a goat and a pig, to boot.

George shook his head wearily, even as he felt the beginning signs of life stirring in his rapidly recovering cock. He couldn't help but wonder what he and the Palmers, McDonalds and Gateses would come up with next, but he was pretty sure whatever it was, it would never match this.

On the other hand, George Lambert had no way of knowing that at that very moment, over at the McDonald farm, Miss Mary Margaret Siebenthaler, the town gossip, was happily sucking for all she was worth on Cole McDonald's stud goat's cock.