"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!"
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.