J. Bradley - The hog wives

"Oh God, Raquel!" he groaned as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her pulsing sheath. The nanny bleated again, this time in lower tones, and Cole shoved into her until his balls were wetly embraced by her juicy lips.

He began to hump into her with long, delicious fucks that gave him the benefit of her snugly clasping vagina. It seemed to undulate and work around his cock as if digesting him, swallowing him into the hot recesses of her womb.

"Good baby!" he crooned to her. "Nice, Raquel! God, what a sweet-fucking cunt!" He stroked into her steadily, and she continued to bleat softly, obviously obtaining pleasure from the way he frictioned her itching twat.

Something in her depths vibrated softly against the head of his cock, and he groaned loudly at the ecstatic sensations that hit him in the groin and rippled out to thrill his nervous system. He fucked into her with quickened strokes, much shorter in length than he had used before. Rachel was reaching a peak of excitement, too. Her flanks quivered as the little nibbler inside her cunt worked at the tip of his cock whenever he was fully inserted. The juices were bubbling at the hot mouth of her cunt, and each stroke pumped the oily liquid out to flood his balls.

The nanny gave a louder bleat, and her cunt clasped him more tightly than ever. He drove into her all the way, feeling the wild nibbling of her snapper as he shot his hot load into her steamy cunt in voluptuous spasms.

She pulled away from him by hunching her ass forward in am upward move that milked his cock as it plopped out of her clenched cuntlips. He groaned and almost fell as he stepped off the ramp and stood weakly beside the milking station.

"Mac! You horny son of a bitch!" The sound of his wife's voice behind him shocked him so much that he almost shit in his pants. He turned to meet her gaze, his face and neck red with embarrassment. But the look on her face was not the horrified outrage be would have expected.

"G-Grace!" he croaked. "When did you get back?" She was wetting her lips as she looked at his smeary cock, and there was a wild fascination in her burning green eyes. He was still too startled to tuck his limber prick back into his pants.

"Soon enough, thank God!" she said in a tone that sounded like a prayer. "Now you're going to help me with something I've always wanted to try. I've been afraid to play with Randy all by myself, but now you can damn well help me get screwed by that horny old buck!"

If Grace had suggested such a thing – even in jest – at any other time, Cole would have been shocked speechless. But when he realized that he was off the hook as far as any recriminations for his nanny-fucking, he was so relieved that he could only concede.

"All right," he said, staring at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. As he watched, she slowly began to undo the fastenings of her wrap-around frock. His eyes focused on her every movement as she removed the garment and draped it over a stanchion.

"You've got one more nanny to milk, Cole," she told him as she removed her bra and tossed it over the hanging frock. She took her panties off while her husband stared greedily at the full udders of her magnificent tits. They jiggled enticingly with her body motions, the nipples twanging springily at the extreme tips.

Grace walked up the short ramp of the station next to the one occupied by the freshly fucked goat. She went down on her hands and knees, and her tits dangled ripely below her.

"Milk me, Cole!" she cried. He threw open the catch of the goat's stanchion as he passed, and the Nubian nanny bleated as she jumped off the platform and headed for the rear door of the barn. Cole saw that Grace had been forced to stick her head through the stanchion of her own station in order to adjust herself to the short platform. He closed the arms of the deuce to hold her there, chuckling as he knelt beside the concrete mesa.

He leaned in under her and seized a nipple with his lips; the spongy sweetness of the swelling flesh had a slight saltiness from the tang of her perspiration, and he began to suck on it with tight, firm, little sucks, alternating with nibbles with his lip-covered teeth.

Grace whimpered happily, and he increased the greed of his nursing until she began to moan. He got up and went to the other side of the station, then he attacked the neglected tit with even more enthusiasm than he had shown its mate. "Oh, suck it, Daddy!" she moaned. Her ass was weaving around in the air as her excitement grew, and Cole sucked more avidly than ever, stripping the nipple with his lips and kneading the ripe udder with mouthings that soon worked a thin trickle of watery love milk out of her tit.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned. "Give the other one a few more sucks!" Cole switched sides hurriedly, then he went after the juice in the reluctant tit with a fierce determination. When he had squeezed out the milk, she cried out joyfully and tilted her ass up to push her heated cunt outward and rearward in a seeking wantonness like that of the goat before her.

"Oh God, Cole!" she panted, screwing her ass around in the air in wild spirals. "Eat it or fuck it! I'm so hot I'm about to come apart!"

He knelt on the ramp, nuzzled into the dripping hairs of her auburn-thatched crotch, inhaling the heady scent of her excited cunt. His tongue licked up into the swollen lips and tasted her juice, teasing the heated flesh until Grace whimpered her desperate need for more.

"Oh, get it, lover!" she cried. "Gobble it up good, or fuck hell out of it!" Her belly was heaving with passion and her tits wobbled steadily, the nipples frictioning on the concrete of the platform like berries banging from a bush.

It was an awkward position for Cole to eat her properly, and he was aware that he was now fully capable of fucking her. The smell and flavor of her passion-inflamed cunt had stirred him enough to stiffen his prick once more. So he gave her flit a series of quick little sucks that caused her to cry out happily, then he mounted her from the rear.

His cock had dried stickily in the air, but as his lust swelled the fat head and forced it out of its foreskin, the wetness of his come and the goat's cunt juice gave it a temporary feeling of coolness. Then he forced it into the hairy cleft of Grace's snatch and plowed into her warm furrow until he felt her pussy smooching the bag of his balls.

He slid in and out of her sheath slickly, his body bent over hers as his hands reached around to grab the handles of her tits. She began to grunt and grind her ass up against him as he plunged forcefully into her soupy tunnel. The hairy mouth of her cunt was massaging his nuts where the sac of his scrotum met the base of his driving cock, and her liquid excess was smeared all over their thighs and bellies.

The sweat dripped off his chest and brow to fall on her bowed back and run down her ribs in trickling rivulets. She was grunting and whimpering like a fucked sow as he bottomed in her cunt time and time again, feeling its rhythmic claspings as he withdrew.

"Squirt, Cole, squirt!" she cried suddenly, her body tightening all over as it tensed for the rigorous tremblings of her climax.

"Gracie! Oh, baby!" he groaned, feeding his balls tense for the explosion. He jammed his prick into her as far as he could get it, then ground his body against her ass in desperate spirals to drill her to the utmost.

He gushed hotly, feeling the come wash around the tip of his cock as it filled her tunnel. She jerked and whined as the liquid jets struck her quivering flesh, then she shrieked as her orgasm hit her with its full impact.

Cole curved over her body, her tits still cupped in his hands, relishing the gurglings and the claspings as her convulsions worked at his softening prick. When all seemed to be still inside her tunnel, he pulled out of her, achieved a standing position, then staggered backward as he let his dripping dong hang over the gutter that ram behind the milking stations.