J. Bradley: The hog wives

Cole watched as the vet braced himself on the sloping ramp of the platform and eased the tip of his cock into the warm oozing lips of the goat's cunt.

"Steady, Rachel," he said in a soothing voice. She bleated once and her tail bobbed and shook, but she held her stance as George slowly fed the meat to her. She took it without kicking or moving her hooves, but her bleating increased as he slowly filled her with his cock.

George was perspiring with the effort of forcing himself to take it slow; he was excited with the novel feel of the heated, oily sheath that was swallowing his prick. When he gave her the final inch, she bleated more loudly than ever, and George felt something twitter and shift inside her, a gentle fluttering around the head of his cock.

"God! What an exciting cunt!" he groaned. He began to fuck into her with short, careful strokes, relishing the smooth, slick lining of her cunt and the way it seemed to worm around, clasping and writhing over his moving shaft.

Cole moved in closer, anxious to see at close range what he had been too busy to think about during his own bout with the sexy goat. He watched the shaft of George's prick plow into the swollen meat of Rachel's cunt, pushing the edges of the clinging lips inside her with the friction of the forceful thrust. Then it withdrew, its light skin shiny with the glistening juice of the vaginal lubricant, and the outer portion of the sheath seemed to turn almost inside out as it clung to the moving prick.

"Christ! What a sensation!" George said in a hoarse voice. Cole could no longer watch; his own cock was throbbing with eagerness. He went back to the pasture, peering intently at the rear end of each goat he passed, searching for mother twat with the telltale ooze of sexual heat.

He began to grow frantic, seeing none at all as he plodded along over the uneven ground. He was desperate, then he spotted the kids he had isolated for weaning. The young goats were freshly separated from their mothers, and he had started them on their new diet the day before.

He reached over the fence and picked up the nearest one, a sturdy little Nubian doe. He carried her under his arm, then as he passed a heavy-uddered Alpine on his way to the barn, he grabbed the nanny's collar and led her along.

At the station next to George and Rachel, he put the milk goat in the stanchion, then took out his hard, aching cock. He grabbed the near tit and squirted some milk on his cock, working it under the foreskin.

Another squirt, and he felt that the flavor was established. He set the kid on the floor below, dangling his milk-smeared cock where the kid could smell it. The eager mouth took it, covering the shaft more than two-thirds of its length. Cole groaned as the pulling and sucking commenced. He was not sure how long he could stand it, but for the moment it felt good to his throbbing whang.

He seized the nanny's tit again, aimed it outward, then shot a stream of rich milk at the base of his down-pointed cock. He watched the white cream run into the greedy lips of the avidly sucking kid. He kept repeating the squirts, losing a lot on the floor, but providing enough of the real flavor to keep the kid sucking.

Next to him, George was groaning and talking to Rachel as he continued to fuck into the sex-hot goat. Rachel's ass was moving a little, meeting his thrusts as she grew more and more excited. Her bleating was low and contented, with faint overtones of her frantic passion.

"What unbelievable movement!" George groaned. "There's a little grabber in there, Mac! Did you know that?"

"Yeah!" Cole replied. "I've got a little grabber of my own right now!" The kid was feeling cheated, getting very little milk for the amount of sucking she was doing, so she speeded up her sucks and increased the vacuum. The result was driving Cole wild. He milked the goat more frantically, but his aim grew worse as his excitement swelled, and less than half of the poorly aimed shots were received by the cock-sucking kid.

"Oh shit!" George yelled. "I can't last long. It's the mouth of her fucking uterus… nibbling… grabbing for the… semen… God, Rachel!"

But tom as he was by the wild thrills, the vet clung to his control, determined to make the novel sensations last as long as possible. He kept thrusting into her and panting between groans, sweat rolling off his forehead and staining the armpits of his shirt.

"Oh, suck, baby, suck!" Cole cried, squirting milk in all directions as he sought to keep the kid interested in the low-yield tit of his cock. He was almost ready to come.

"Rachel! Oh, baby!" George groaned as the goat began to shake and tremble with the power of its orgasm. He felt his control leak out in a sudden jerk, and he began to spew his semen into her cunt. He drove into her and felt the backwash of his shots as his come flooded her oily tunnel and oozed around his moving shaft.

She bleated loudly and squeezed down on him; he yelled and pulled out of her, stepping backward so quickly that he had to do a fast bit of stepping to keep from falling off the ramp.

"Here it is, baby! Suck it down!" Cole cried as he began to come. The kid gulped greedily, at last getting results from his long bout of hard sucks. Cole shot his load and tried to get away, but the kid held on. He bad to cover the kid's nostrils so it would open its mouth to breathe, releasing him.

George leaned against a neighboring stanchion, tucking his limber prick inside his fly. He watched Cole trying to avoid the hungry reaches of the kid for his dangling cock while Cole freed the milk goat from the stanchion. He led her off the platform and tried to get the kid interested in her tits.

But the kid had already found a foster mother. She was stubbornly rearing up at Cole's crotch. Cole finally had to take her back to her pen. By the time he had rejoined George, he was bushed.

"Christ, George!" he said. "Let's go to the house and have a stiff drink before I collapse."

"I'm with you!" George agreed. "I'll be much happier to collapse after a drink."

They went straight to the house, got their drinks, then sprawled out on sofas to relax; they were too tired to wonder where their wives had gone.

Grace and Dot had gone to the machine shed to check on the men's progress with the "billy-girl machine" only seconds after the men had departed for the milk barn.

"Look… it's finished!" Grace cried. "Remember? They agreed that the last step would be to tack the padding onto the wood."

"You're right," Dot said. "Let's get the goat and try it out!"

"Let's see how well it fits, fist," Grace suggested. She climbed up onto the padding, her ass aimed upward as she hung over the inverted vee of the table. "Feels okay," she reported. "Try it, Dot." She got down and looked at her blonde friend.

Dot slipped out of her frock and unfastened her brassiere as Grace watched with a curious look. The ripe mounds of Dot's tits sprung out to jiggle merrily as the bra was tossed aside. Then she peeled off her panties.

"Only one way to try it," she said, grinning as she climbed up on the device and draped herself over the padding. "The way I expect to use it." She wiggled around to position herself, and the bouncing cheeks of her ass seemed to catch Grace's eye in am oddly enticing way.

The redhead moved in closer, then impetuously reached up and teased the blonde hairs of her friend's crotch. They were suspiciously damp to the touch, and on further impulse, Grace slid her finger on into the moist flesh beyond the hair.

"Yes!" Dot cried. "Finger me, Grace. I want to know what it's like… being screwed while I'm banging here like this."

Grace began to finger-fuck Dot swiftly, her middle finger riding slickly in the moist tunnel of the blonde's cunt, her thumb pressuring the exposed wrinkles of Dot's winking asshole. The wet golden hairs stuck and clung to the moving finger as more and more juice began to gather with Dot's leaping passion.