Three Little Piggs

Lydia Pigg was sunbathing outside on her front lawn, since there were no other houses around for miles, she was sunbathing naked. Beautifully shaped, she had slightly pinkish skin and lots of curves in all the right places. Her house was made of the woods around her, grass, straw, sticks, and leaves, but it was a nice little house and she liked it quite a lot. Lydia Pigg had always been rather silly in many respects, but she lived a happy life.

Through the woods, Vernon Wolfe spied a clearing and began to walk toward it, to his surprise he spied a beautiful and naked woman sunbathing out on the front lawn. Long blonde hair and pinked skin all over, she was beautiful and he could feel his dick getting hard at the sight of her curvascous naked body. Walking confidently into the clearing, he smiled at her as she sat up and looked at him with a startled expression.

"Hello beautiful," he said, "My name's Vernon... Vernon Wolfe. Very pleased to meet YOU."

Although Lydia was a bit of a snob, and she didn't really like the arrogance of the man, he was ruggedly handsome and she did like being compliment. So she smiled and said back, "My name's Lydia Pigg."

"Well, Ms. Pigg," he said his eyes traveling over her gloriously nude body and locking onto that fantastic looking pink pussy, "Would you like to invite me in?" And he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Smiling her sweetest, she said, "I don't think so." and turned to walk to her house. Baffled but not too upset, he just admired the view as she went. What did upset him was that when she got to the front door, she bent over and looked at him through her spread legs as she pressed two fingers into her pussy. His dick twitched. Smirking, she stood back up and walked inside.

Slightly angry now, he went over and knocked on the feeble door. Being only made of straw and sticks, it fell apart at the powerful knocks of the man. Stepping inside he looked at her aghast expression.

"Now what cause did you have to do that?!" he demanded.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Lydia screeched, her breasts bouncing spectacularly as she stomped towards him.

Not moving an inch, he grabbed her when she got closer and pulled her in for a kiss. To his shock, she didn't fight at all but immediatly started kissing him back, pressing her tongue into his mouth aggressively. In fact, he was stripped of his clothes in no time flat and she was pulling him on top of her onto the floor.

"Oh God, fuck me Mr. Wolfe," she started biting along his shoulder line as he filled his hands with her breasts, "I need a good hard fuck! Not enough men come through here...." It was true. Lydia was a horny little Pigg and even though this man was arrogant and insufferable, when he'd kissed her she'd felt the fires leap up inside her. What harm could an innocent fuck do after all? She'd get off and he'd go.... writhing underneath him she spread her ample thighs and wrapped her legs around him.

Confused but perfectly willing, the man speared her with his cock and started fucking her hard against the ground, making her squeal like a pig as each thrust moved her across the floor. It felt like she was being pounded into the ground as he humped her, his strong body flattening against her soft curvy one with every plunge.

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she screamed at him, her tight pussy pulling at his dick every time it receded from her hole, she was wild underneath him - heaving and humping, scratching and biting at his skin. So he returned kind for kind, taking no mercy on her soft body, fucking her as hard as he could, biting at her tits and nipples. He left round red marks from his teeth and mouth all over her pink skin. Holding her shoulders tightly to him, he started heaving his buttocks vigerously, plundering her pussy now that she couldn't move across the floor anymore since she was held so tightly in his grip.

Her legs flailed and kicked as they fucked, her body writhing ecstatically as her pussy was pleasured for the first time in months. When he pulled her up on top of him, she started fucking him as hard as he'd fucked her... they started rolling around on the floor, knocking against the furniture and the walls and basically wrecking most of the house. Pieces of it were flying off everywhere as they rolled around on the floor... if it wasn't for the ecstatic cries, grunts and whimpers, a by-watcher might have thought that they were fighting.

Really though, Lydia was just wild in bed and Wolfe was doing his best to please her. Besides, this kind of rough fucking was an awful lot of fun, and the way her pussy gripped him every time he managed to get on top was intoxicating. She had one of the tightest pussies he'd ever been in, and she really knew how to grip him and massage his dick with her cunt.

Finally he managed to get on top of her and pin her arms down. Now she really had a fire in her eyes and she humped back frantically as he pounded her pinned body.

"OH YES! FUCK ME WOLFE! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!" her body jerked and writhed as she started to cum. The way her pussy exploded around his dick was amazing and he started cumming immediately, filling her up with his creamy jizz while she screamed and heaved in ecstacy.

Gasping, he collapsed on top of her and was given a rude awakening when she roughly pushed him off.

"Wha-?!" he said, his eyes still glassy and his body sore from the rough sex.

"You can leave now," she said coldly, the passionate woman that he'd just held in his arms was completely gone behind an ice cold exterior.

"What?!" he said, getting a little angry again.

"You - Can - Leave - Now," she said it slowly as if he was hard of understanding.

"I heard you," he said, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "We fucked, we're done, you can go. Bye."

"You really are a pig," he snarled at her, and she slapped him across the face.

"SCREW YOU!" she yelled.

"I just did that," he returned mockingly, "But if you're offering to go again..."

"GET OUT!" she screamed, raising her hand to slap him again.

Catching her hand in mid-swing, he told her angrily, "I'm not going anywhere until you start acting like a human being and not a pig."

Pulling her hand roughly away from his she turned and started stalking out the door, "Fine!" she yelled over her shoulder, "Stay here as long as you want, I won't be here!"

Stubbornly he did stay there until very late that night and into the next morning. But she never returned. Finally, sighing, he picked up his pants and left. He didn't have much of a shirt left, she'd ripped it to pieces getting it off of him. And who said that it was men who always ran out first?

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To Be Continued...