How Do You Like it...
#4 of Uncle Porky
Part Four
"How do you like it here..."
Harold looked down to his side where Sam slept, his arm resting on the godfather's massive belly. With his thumb he wiped his seed from the corner of the boy's mouth and, by force of habit, he carelessly licked it away savoring the semi-sweet taste. The alarm clock on the head board of his bed read six fifteen in the morning, the sun was peeking through the wooden slats of the window blinds. They had had sex a great number of times throughout the night, Porky had taken every bit of virginity that Sam had in exchange for mass amounts of pleasure. When four thirty rolled around the boy was quickly drifting off to sleep with a subtle expression of ecstasy and joy written on his face.
Max, however, was no where near any kind of sleep. By the time four thirty came around for them, he had gone through several batches of the deep fried bacon things that were served at dinner. Michael and some of the other cooks gladly accepted his offer of thanks, taking turns getting blown and mounting the slut. By the present point in time he was on all fours, getting fucked from both ends by the more corpulent cooks for their third time, his belly rubbing against the bright white tile in a pool of his own cum. He was enjoying every moment of it. The one in his rear, a rhino, was pushing his thick maleness in with short, quick thrusts, knocking up against the slut's prostate with every other push. The rhino's motions rocked Max into the 'coon who was currently shooting his load down the pig's throat.
With a belch he denied the next person approaching, "No thanks, I'm done. I'm g--," he gasped sharply, the rhino had buried his manhood deep into the pig's well used ass. The warm, opaque fluid adding to the large amount already there started his own climax, his seed flowed down the under side of his belly and into the collected pool beneath him. "Uh... Yeah, I'm gonna go take a shower, get all this cum off me. But I'll come have fun with you guys later."
The bathing room. The toilets were in an adjacent room, joined by a sliding glass door. From the inside of the large room there was a door to the hall, but it was concealed by the dark turquoise tile to prevent any rotting of the door. On the back wall was where a number of dials jutted from the wall for controlling the showers overhead.
Tank wiped away the crumbs left over from some food he grabbed while the cooks were preparing foods for breakfast. After closing the glass door he dizzily waddled over to the second to last shower and realized that the 'coon who prepared it must have slipped him something. He chuckled to himself, "Prob'ly just to get his cock up my ass," he only laughed more at the thought, the pig would have never allowed it, and gave the fat 'coon a sore one for his trouble. The waters washing over his fat, muscular body quickly changed from cold to a comfortable heat as he turned the dial to the side marked for higher temperatures.
Tank slowly rubbed the soap he had found in a nearby cabinet into his soft belly, paying special attention to the underside where his precum had dried into a clear crust, and continued on, gently working the soap into a white lather upon his head. When the water washed the suds out he wiped them away from his eyes, almost to the rhythm of a pair of thick hands rubbing soap into his back. An aroused moan escaped him feeling the warmth of a massive belly pressed against him, made slick from the suds pressed between the two layers of skin. "How 'bout you help me with my back?" It was Porky, still rubbing his belly into the godson's soapy back.
He looked his godfather's body over as he walked by to direct the shower head towards the wall where he leaned to keep himself still. "How do you like it here so far, Tank?" His eyes traveled down from the base of the larger pig's neck, through the ridges of his many rolls of fat along his spotted back, and down to his massive, waiting rear.
He exhaled shakily, his manhood aching with arousal, "More and more every minute."
Tank started with broad circles, slowly his hands sneaked around, groping Porky's large tits, and back again. He had to stop grinding into the godfather as his circles slowly came down to the huge ass he now wanted so much to mount. The suds washed down the larger pig's back, flowing through the crack where the two pinkish white cheeks met. Tank began to drool as he reached down to slide a finger into his godfather's hole and rub the soap in to make penetration easier.
He rested his paunch on Porky's back and slowly guided his maleness into the larger pig's waiting rear. Starting slow he pushed deep into the hot tightness, Adam listened to Harold's moaning as he picked up speed, his thrusts getting slightly less deep, but gaining an amount of force that made the moaning louder. To add to all the pleasure Tank reached around under the larger pigs belly and began stoking his throbbing cock, feeling the precum make his hand sticky. By request the godson drove his thrusts deeper rubbing against Porky's prostate and driving them both towards a greatly sought after release. The precum seemed to pour out of his cock and into his godson's stroking hand, and he could feel his entrance clinch repeatedly around its intruder as he came, milking the thick member of its own fluids which came soon after in several warm shots.
Porky heaved his body off the tiled wall and started towards the other pig, "You know, you're really good at that."
Wide, hot tunges folded and danced over each other in transition between equally hot mouths, their meaty hands roamed over each other's large wet bodies. Their deep kiss broke for breath and all that Tank could figure to say was, "You have tusks," Porky nodded and immediately began anew bringing them down to a more comfortable position on the floor, the warm waters pouring down on them, washing away the seed flowing from the larger pig's massive rear.
He broke it once more, this time to take it down across Tank's fatish pectorals. Running his soft tunge over a nipple before continuing on his path down the younger pig's soft, heavy belly. Dipping the reddish muscle into his deep navel, and finally to his thick member. Porkinson listened to his godson's labored breathing from behind the mountain of flesh that was his belly. All he could do was grin, "It's a little dirty down here. I think I should clean this up."
Tank gasped harshly as his godfather took one of his large sacred orbs into his hot mouth. Carefully it was rolled around in the pig's mouth, pushed along by his skillfully wielded tunge into the cheek like a squirrel eating nuts only a different kind. The other was promptly given an equal amount of attention to the sound of the younger pig's moans of pleasure.
And suddenly, with out any kind of warning, no change in temperature or pace, Porky took the whole of his godson's throbbing, pre slick cock in. The desired effect took little work at all as another load of cum was fired into his mouth. At such an amazingly fast pace, it took him a moment to catch up in his swallowing to avoid choking.
Tank was speechless for quite some time afterward, as his excessive panting slowed back to normal their saliva was exchanged once more before they got back to what they originally set out to do just as Max entered the bathing room covered in more cum than he had before he left the kitchen.