J. Bradley - The hog wives

When he switched to the other tit, she finished removing her panties and threw them aside. Dean caught the faint odor of her cunt in the material as it breezed past his face, and he groaned as he deserted her tits and headed for her crotch.

The lovely dark bush was split wide by the outward pressure of her swelling cuntlips. Several drops of her dew glistened at the fuzzy edges of her slit, and Dean could smell the sweet musk of her heat as he bent down and pressed his lips to the moist mouth.

Mary Margaret moaned as he made contact, then she spread her thighs to give him more room. He licked greedily all around the fleshy bowl of her vulva, stabbed the puckered hole of her cunt a few times, then went after her clit.

She moaned steadily when he took the bud in his lips and gave it several hard little sucks to heat it up quickly. Then he twitted the tiny fleshling with his tongue, and she began to whimper again.

Her ass was moving slowly on the bed in rotary motions, with a slight suggestive upward thrust at the end of each revolution. Dean knew she was heating up rapidly, and he seized the bud in his lips once more.

After only five or six powerful sucks, she gave a hoarse little sob and fucked into his mouth with a sudden drive that almost made him bite his lip. Her body tensed, then quivered uncontrollably. He probed into her hole again and tongue-fucked her while she came in hard, jerking convulsions.

He got up and undressed quickly as she trembled through her finale. His cock was throbbing eagerly as he crawled back onto the bed. She had brought her legs together in reflex, and her hand was pressed over her bush as if she sought to still the turmoil inside her, or perhaps to seal off the escape of so much pleasure.

Dean watched her knees while they slowly relaxed. Then he got a grip on her calves and moved them apart; he was staring right into her bush. He separated her thighs, and her gash opened under, staring back at him reddishly, its deep sex flush making it more appetizing than ever.

As he watched the inner lips pouting around her hole, he saw it wink at him in a spasm. With a loud groan, he crawled into the vee of her thighs and grabbed his cock in his hand. He shoved it into the wet bush, moved it around in the slippery lips, then got it centered in the soft wet flesh of her velvet cunt.

He eased it into her slowly, feeling the moist furrow close around his prick as he entered her. Her ass was again moving; this time the upward thrust was more pronounced. She was hot to receive him and eager for action.

"Ooo-h-h!" she breathed ecstatically. "All the way, Dean! Get into me ad the way!"

He drove home, pressing his balls into the wet fuzziness of her cunt, and she moaned her pleasure. Dean leaned down and kissed her lips, the movement carrying her ass off the bed as his cock lifted her with its impalement, supported by the leverage of his pubic bone and hips.

Her tongue darted out to him, and he gave it a fast suck, then thrust his tongue into her lips. She sucked it into her mouth as he started to lunge into her with long, delicious fucks that rippled softness of her cunt flesh and made it cling to him wetly.

They had to abandon the kiss, to concentrate on the rest of the action, and Dean gradually changed his strokes, rotating and spiraling and dipping, feeling out every delightful fold and nook of her clasping cunt.

"Oh, Dean!" she cried. "It's beautiful… if only it could last! But I think… oh, yes! Oh God, yes… yes-s-s s!"

He felt her cunt tighten up on him and her body begin to tense. He knew it was time to join her. Releasing an his control, he concentrated on the voluptuous sweetness of her hot, wet pussy, and as he drove into her for the final thrust, he felt his groin tense and jerk. His sperm shot into her depths, and she uttered whimpering little cries as the hot fluid flooded her tunnel.

They clung together fiercely until her spasms were almost over. Dean flexed his sphincter a few times to drain his cock, and the resulting swelling of his glans gave her a parting thrill before he pulled out of her pussy.

He had been too busy before, but now he could hear Victor whining and scratching at the bedroom door. He was glad it was closed. Now he was not so sure he wanted to drive the dog to Doc Lambert's office, unless he chained him in the bed of the pickup. Victor would have to be pretty dense not to know that Dean had usurped some of his fucking!

As if she had read his mind, Mary Margaret reached over and patted him on the thigh and smiled before she raised her head and called out to the dog to silence him. When Victor had ceased his whining, she lay back and smiled at Dean again.

"I hope you won't mind taking Victor with you now," she told him. "This would be a good time to take care of it, since it will put him out of action for a while. I feel as if what you've done for me will last a long time!"

"Is it all right if we bring another couple with us next Friday night?" George Lambert asked as he put down his hammer. He and Cole were in the machine shed on the McDonald farm, putting the finishing touches on what George had tagged "the billy-girl machine.

"Why… I guess so," Cole replied. "You mean a local couple?" He wondered if it were possible that he had been underrating the community as a bunch of squares.

"Harlan and Barbara Gates," George said. "We've been swapping with them for a while, and I know they'd join the party if we asked them."

Cole almost tripped over his feet as he crossed to the workbench to pick up his half-finished can of beer. Harlan Gates was the junior partner of the county's top law firm and a descendant of the founders of Gatesville!

"You make a career out of surprising people," Cole complained. "And it seems to be 'Shock McDonald' week. Wow! Unless Gatesville is more broadminded thaw I think, Harlan is rising his chance to be our next senator for a little spice in his sex life."

"I think he believes that he wouldn't enjoy his intended political career, if he couldn't enjoy his personal life the way he likes it. If he does get elected, you can bet he'll push liberalization of our sex freedoms."

"Just how free is he in his thinking?" Cole asked.

"Pretty much the same as I am. Which reminds me, Mac, that you promised to let me take a try at a nanny after we finished our project. How about it?"

"Let's go," Cole said. "Bring your beer with you; it might take me a while to round her up."

George followed him to the milking barn and waited while Cole went into the inner pasture to search for Rachel or any goat that might appear to be in heat. It took almost fifteen minutes to locate Rachel; he found her in a group at the fence, sniffing at Randy's pen.

He led her into the barn and up onto the first milking platform. When her head was in the stanchion, George walked up behind her and studied the oozing squishiness of her cunt. Cole saw that the sight had stimulated the vet; his cock was bulging his slacks at the crotch.

"Okay, Doc," Cole told him. "This is Rachel. You're on your own. I'll just stand back and take lessons from a professional who knows animals inside and out."

George spent a few minutes talking to the goat, patting and stroking her Ranks, then he listened to the sound of her soft bleating in an attempt to learn her individual temperament. When he felt that she was not uneasy around him, he began to finger her dripping twat, smearing her ooze around gently, and cautiously probing into her cunt with his fingers.

His other hand was busy unhinging his cock, and Cole saw from the sidelines that George was far from ill-equipped for the job. He had a rigid erection of enviable proportions, perhaps a bit smaller in diameter than Cole's, but at least an inch longer.