3 comments/ 44749 views/ 7 favorites Punishment for Piggy Ch. 01 By: DylanMitchell512 *****Sharkies***** I still remember the night. It would not be a night easily forgotten. Let me assure the reader, the following is a true story. The following events actually happened to myself, and a friend of mine, a collegiate duffus named Ralph, one March evening, in our Pacific northwest college town. I was a sophomore at the time, struggling to earn a History degree. We were typical college kids. We tried our best to uphold all the great college traditions. We drank beer. We smoked weed. We got drunk. We chased poon. And with harden dick, we tried to fuck as much sweet tight college pussy as humanly possible. Occasionally, we attended class and crammed like fiends for mid term and final exams. I walked into Sharkies. It was the usual Friday night routine, hanging out in our local bar, down on the strip. The stink of stale beer and smoke seasoned the old bar from the hardwood floor, to the wooden rafters over head. Sharkies had been there for as long as anyone knew. It was an institution on the strip. The pitchers were cheap. The beer, cold, most of the time. The bartenders; Dickheads. The pussy--- fresh, young, and classroom sweet. Sharkies was located right across the street from the college dormitories. "A pitcher of Cragshead, with two mugs," I said to the gruff bartender, with tattoos crawling up and down his arms. The walls were littered with frame after frame of old photographs, college memorabilia and pennants. Titles and banners, designating some divisional championship from this year or that. Some great victory on the field of battle. Important at the time, but now, forgotten and forgotten again. A footnote in a record book nobody reads anymore. The photos were of more interest. The pictures on the walls told the story of countless generations of college students that had come before, for the few who would care to notice. In one black and white photo, young cheerleaders, from some time in the 1950s, I would say, posed with some football players, garbed in their long outdated uniforms. In another, a host of well dressed young people, posed together in a grand ball room. They appeared to be attending some black tie affair, The year? The 1920s, maybe? The early 30s? "Eight and a quarter," the tattooed beerslinger said, and set the full pitcher on the counter. I handed him a ten-er. Many of the young people in those photographs lay in the ground now, I realized, their entire lives, long past. But in their day, they too were young. And they were having fun. The pictures clearly showed that much. The bar keep slammed my change down on the counter with a tap of his hand. His, not so subtle, way of demanding a tip. "Yeah, here's your 75 cents, dick wheat," I dropped the coins in the tip jar. I found a booth and poured myself a cold frosty mug of the ale. Umm, it was a fine draft, made by a local brewery. A stout, hop-ey brew that filled the senses. I took another foamy sip. It was still early, and the flood of young drinkers hadn't yet descended into the entertainment district. That would happen later. It was a nice sized crowd, I thought, with the usual honeys scattered throughout. I wasn't alone for long. I spotted my frat brother, Ralph, walking in the door of the bar. "Ralphatrocious!" I proclaimed his arrival. He flopped into my booth, and helped himself to my pitcher of beer. He poured himself a frothy mug of rich ale, with a nice head of vanilla foam bubbling up. He always seemed to have an instinctive ability to show up just after I bought the beer. "What up, brah." the Ralphticious one replied, and we bumped hands, as a greeting. He upended his beer mug and drank the contents down with one large gulp. He reached for the pitcher and refilled his mug. "Dude! I'm sitting there in Spanish class and Jennifer fuckin' Hawkins sits one row down, and one seat over. I got the perfect cleavage shot the whole fucking class. Her fucking tits, are so fuckin' fine! BIGGEST Fuckin' tits on campus--- no lie, brah. I swear!" The Ralphinator liked his tits. "Dog, I'm tellin' you. Fuckin' HUUU-mongous! Los cheetas de Grande, aye, CABRONE! The whole fuckin' class all I could think about was burying my face in those those big CHAS. Fuck dude, I had a hard on all worked up, just starin' at 'em. And THEN, the FUCKING PROFESSOR calls on ME." "And—did you know the answer?" "Well, FUCK NO, DUDE! I didn't even know the question! All I knew—Jennifer Hawkins tits were givin' me a dick ache!" "Which one is she again?" Did it really matter? Pristine, fine little fillies, with bodies to die for, were a dime a dozen in our college town. I was distracted by the tasty thighs of a colt legged blonde in a short pleated skirt and dark knee socks. She stood at the bar, talking with some friends. Her golden brown legs were perfectly fit and trim. Her long, straight flaxen yellow hair framed her pretty face, and fell below her tits. "Umm, I'd like to frame my face with those meaty thighs," I thought to myself, "then frame my tongue between her two moist pussy lips. Fuck, yeah. Baby, you can leave the knee socks on! I bet she's got a little bubble gum pink blonde pussy, too—damn," I thought. She noticed me staring and shot me a dirty look. She turned her back to me, and back towards her friends. Geez, her butt was perfect too. I liked her even better when she turned away! For a split second, I imagined corking my dick up her precious butt hole, a big knot of her blonde hair in my hand, and thoroughly ass fucking her, while she pouted and begged me to stop. Like I said, pristine, fine little fillies, with bodies to die for, a were a dime a dozen in our college town. "Dude! Remember, she was at the kappa party last weekend, remember?" Fucking Ralph kept going on. "She was there with the other two. . . the littler one? The three little tri delt cunnies. Remember? DUDE! How could you forget? The green fishnet stockings?" "Oh, yeah, her." I had no idea who he was blabbering about. "Sweet tits, indeed," I said, just to appease Herr Ralphenhoffer. "Mark my words," Ralphie boasted, " I'm gonna TIT FUCK those MELONS before semester's end!" "To Jennifer, and her big fucking tits," I said, as I raised my glass, and we toasted our mugs of beer. "May they be soon washed with the seeds of my loins, brah," he countered, and we drank again. It was about that time we came to meet Frank Acosta, the man who would blow our efin' minds that night. "Hello gentlemen, how are you all doing?" The man was standing at our booth. I had noticed him earlier, seated at the bar. An older chap. He wore a silver sports coat, a light blue shirt, no tie, and snakeskin cowboy boots under his gray slacks. "What's zup, brah," the Ralphster said, and helped himself to the last pour of ale from the pitcher. "You mind if I join you guys for a minute?" The man seemed out of place. He was older, with a silver goatee beard dressing his chin, and a turf of white hair around his temples. "Sure." I gestured for him to have a seat next to Ralph. "Frank Acosta," he said and extended his hand across the table. "Brendan Knorb," I said as we shook hands, " and Ralph Tannerman" "Nice to meet you, brah, yo," Ralph said and made a lazy, pathetic attempt to shake the man's hand. "Waitress!" the man flagged down the girl with silver rings in her nose and eyebrows, just as she walked by, "let me buy another pitcher, what are you guys drinking?" "Cragshead," I said quickly, as the waitress turned away, her short shorts crawling up her butt crack. We chatted about the bar, what a cool old place it was. "It's a shit hole, but it's our shit hole," I said proudly. We talked about college life, and all the sweet college pussy. "Yes, I know about the sweet college poon!" Frank said as he looked over at a table of six sorority girls. They were all dressed for maximum prick tease value. They were already drunk as hell, and loudly cackling in the booth. "But they are all so---very young," he said, "and so very stupid." Frank's skin was a dark olive complexion. He had thick black hair, except for the gray parts. He looked to be of Indian descent. "I'm Turkish-Canadian," he said, when I asked. He had dark eyebrows over dark eyes, with an odd twinkle in his left eye. He was kind of a wild looking character. He had a thick black mustache on his chiseled face. "I'm a professor in the School of Anthropology," he happened to mention as we chatted. "Geez, the guy is like, a Turkish Indiana Jones, with a little Marlboro Man mixed in," I had decided. The pitcher was about half full, when Frank finally said, "The thing is gentlemen, I have a little situation, and I need a few good men to help me out." This sounded intriguing, some kind of job offer for an industrious college dweeb, perhaps, I thought. What the fuck was this guy getting at? "What's that, Frank," I asked. I was just the least bit suspicious. "It's a problem with the little lady. You see guys," Frank poured another mug of beer, "the thing is, sometimes she can be a real miserable little cunt." What the fuck, I thought, did he need some kind of marriage counseling? He topped off our glasses with the foamy ale, polishing off the second pitcher. "I know, dude!" McRalphenfly blurted, "Women, you can't live with 'em, and you still gotta fuck 'em. What are you gonna do?" Ralph gratefully accepted the last pour from the pitcher. I noticed Frank wore several gold rings on his hand. One was encrusted with diamonds around a large red set stone. He continued. "Well, it's important to have a firm hand, Ralph. About once every six months, my wife starts acting like a rude little pig, and I have to step in and do something about it, for the good of the marriage." Frank spoke with an accent, but I couldn't place it. It was like, 1/3rd sand nigger, 1/3 Canadian, and 1/3 Greek shipping tycoon. He had a big nose on his dark face. "Dude, like how? What do you do." "Well, it's and understanding me and my wife have, Ralphie, it's complicated." He checked his watch. "Lets just say, she's waiting at home this very moment. She's probably pacing the floor right now, nervous as hell, listening for the sound of my car in the driveway." Frank snickered, " I told her I'd be home two hours ago, but I like her to sweat it out awhile." "Dude, like, what happens when you come home, brah?" Ralphatorious had his curiosity piqued. "When I get home," Frank Acosta said, "she will kiss the Dragon's Tail." Ralph and I looked at each other. Frank took a long sip of ale. Ralph's mouth hung open, and I listened intently, suddenly very interested in what the man had to say. "Kiss the, WHAT?" Ralph asked, with a laugh, before Frank continued. "Oh, she knows it's for her own good. I give her these corrections often, and she always responses well to them." "How can we help, Frank?" I asked. He grinned, his weird eye twinkling, "I would like a couple of strangers to---witness,uh-- her,--- correction. I want her very embarrassed--- humiliated, even." He paused for another sip of ale. "It's for her own good. Now, tell me guys, are either one of you offended by the sight of a naked woman?" *****Mercedes Benz 550SL***** "Dude--- this guy's fucking with us! I guarantee it. He's not coming, dude." We waited in my Toyota, at the intersection Frank had said he would meet us. The smell of skunk, shit, and flowers hit my nose. I looked at my traveling companion. He' was busy breaking up a sugary, stinky bud, and stuffing it in a glass pipe. "Maybe," I said as I watched him fire the bowl. Frank was taking longer than I had expected. Maybe he was having a laugh, at our expense. Dr. Ralphen Von Ralphenstein had the pipe burning good. He handed it to me. "Dude, we may as well go back in the bar. He's not coming. We'll finish this bowl , then go back." Ralph said in that pinched voice stoners use when they try to talk, and hold in a hit, at the same time. We had passed the bowl for the third or fourth time, when I saw the black Mercedes Benz 550SL coming down the street. "Juan Ralphanitos, you are wrong yet again." I said, and blew out a herculean sized hit of the primo, with a cough. I could see Frank in the drivers seat giving me a a big thumbs up sign. He gestured for me to follow and took off down the road. I pulled out behind him. We made our way out of the the central district and onto the expressway. We zipped onto the Pacific Highway, then rolled on for another 10 minutes. "Dude, do you think he's really gonna whip her!" Ralph said, as he hurled down another toke of kind. "I guess we'll find out," He handed me the pipe as we flew down the interstate. "The Prof wants to whip his fat-assed old wife, and wants us to watch? What the FUCK! WHY NOT!" The Ralphniator was getting excited. We took an exit a few miles out of town, out in the suburbia, then turned into a plush, gated community. The neighborhood had huge 3 story houses lining the streets. "Nice pads," I surveyed the obvious. The sterile, oppressive conformity of the neighborhood hung on every street sign. Frank's place was at the end of a cul de sac. He greeted us at the door. "Gentlemen, come in," he welcomed us. He led us to a wet bar and proceeded to pour three whiskeys—on the rocks, then we went in the living room. "Have a seat, I will be, uh, right back." We sat on a couch n the middle of a large, well appointed, room. It was obvious Frank was a man of classy tastes. On the wall, an oil painting of a nude woman, laying across a red couch, was placed over the fireplace. On a table by the entrance, a 3 foot statue of another woman, clad in a toga that left one breast bare. "Whoa, so this is how the other half lives," Ralph said as he looked around the spacious room. He took a sip of his whiskey, and nodded at the glass with appreciation. There was some kind of white furry rug on the floor of the living room. I decided it must be a polar bear rug. I looked for the bear's head, but couldn't see one. There was a glass art piece, that existed for no other purpose than to look exquisite. And it did. The 1 inch slab of green tinted glass was concave shaped, and rested on a dark oak table. When Frank returned, he had changed into a long gold robe, with some soft slippers on. He went around the room, lighting candles, and lowering the lights to a dim soft tone. "Geez," I thought, "it's like he's transformed into some kind of kinkmeister / Hugh Hefner persona," my stoned mind reasoned. "Maybe this guy doesn't even have a wife. He's probably gonna drop that robe and start trying to dick charm us any second now," I suddenly thought. "Gentlemen, the two of you just REEK of marijuana. Shall I call our local police and report two illegal drug abusers?" Ralph and I looked at each other. "HaHaHaHaHa," Frank busted out laughing. "Only joking," he grinned with his weird eye twinkling. "FUCK, dude!" Ralpho said, relieved. "I know you students like to smoke your ganja. But I prefer a fine cigar." Frank offered us cigars from a small wooden box. I declined, but Von Fuckhead snatched one up. "Dude, do you like, mind if we, uh," Ralph approached the subject with his usual diplomacy, "you know, like, fire off a tasty bowl in here?" he asked. *****Oink Oink Oink***** "Well, gentlemen, I believe---it is time." Frank announced. "Ralph, put down your ganja for a moment, and help me move this table." They cleared a space right in front of the couch where Ralph and I sat. The white furry rug seemed larger, once it was cleared. Frank brought over a full length mirror, and placed it directly across from the couch. He went to a plant rack in the corner of the room, and pulled out a long leather rod. I glanced at Ralph. There was a long silence as Frank inspected the rod with pride. The supple thin rod was about 3 ½ feet long. "Never underestimate the power of a good correction, gentlemen. Remember that—when you take a wife." He caressed his hand up and down the smooth leather, as if it were a beloved pet. Then the silence was abruptly broken. "PIGGY!" he yelled, and slammed the rod into the wooden coffee table. "COME FORWARD!" We heard a sound behind us, and sure enough, a woman came into the room. Ralph and I could hardy believe it. Frank's wife was hot as hell. She looked to be in her mid thirties. She stood about 5' 9" tall, and had a fine full figure. Ralph grinned at me, his eyes wild with excitement. I knew exactly what he was thinking. She was a total MILF. She teetered in tall black high heels and some sheer black panty hose, that stretched over her long full legs. A skimpy pair of sheer black panties covered her treasures, and a flimsy Victoria's Secret push up bra encased her large tits. I could make out a patch of hair under her panties. Her nipples were stiff and pointed through the bra. The woman had a pretty face, with big green eyes and long blond hair that fell to her tits. She wore bright red lipstick on her full pouting lips. She never made eye contact as she stood before Ralph and I. Occasionally she would give Frank a frightened glance, before returning her eye's to the ground. She seemed genuinely afraid, quite uncomfortable, and very embarrassed, to be presented like she was. Frank stood beside his wife, and gently stroked her hair. "So beautiful," he tenderly said. "Let's finish getting you ready, dear." Frank reached in a shopping bag and pulled out two gloves—well gloves, sort of, these came from some costume. The woman placed one hand in one, then the other in the other. When she held her hands up, she had two little piggy hoofs instead of hands! He helped her position her hoofs together, in front, like two pig legs. But Frank wasn't finished—not by a long shot. He again reached in the bag and pulled out a rubber piggy nose, on an elastic band. He put it over his wife's head and snapped the rubber band in place. The lady wore the upturned piggy nose on her pretty face. He had one more surprise for his wife. A plastic hair piece, with two rubber piggy ears went over her head! "Assume the position, piggy," The woman groaned. She bent over slightly, pushing her butt out behind her. Her heavy breasts hung down. She held up her little piggy hoofs together in front of her chest. "Wow," Ralph broke the mood. "She really does look like a pig!" I shot him a look. Frank put the rod between her legs and rubbed the hard leather against her flimsy panties. The woman stiffened and her eyes got wide. He rubbed her magic spot with the leather rod. I saw her swallow hard as she tried to keep her composure. "Eye's up, piggy," Frank commanded. The woman's face was red,and her lower lip stuck out. She had a pouty, uncomfortable expression on her pretty piggy face. It looked like she was holding back tears. Frank worked the rod around on the under side on her panties. I felt electricity in my groin when her eyes locked with mine. "And now, gentlemen, it's time for piggy to kiss the Dragon's Tail. She's been a VERY poorly behaved piggy, of late." The woman squirmed and gave a quick nervous glance to the long leather rod in Frank's hand. Frank slipped his thumbs in her panties, then pulled them down her legs to her ankles. My eyes went straight to the triangle of blonde hairs between her legs. Frank then unsnapped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. "FUCK YEAH!!" Ralph interrupted. "SHE'S FINE!" "Shut up, Ralph," I admonished him, "don't interrupt the man." Ralphatrocious shot me a sullen look, then fired off another bowl. The fuckwit never knew when to shut up. Frank began to slowly pace around and his wife. He tapped the rod against his hand, in a gentle rhythm. "Yes, a VERY naughty little PIGGY." He continued slowly circling the woman. "She's been spending WAY too much MONEY!" Punishment for Piggy Ch. 01 THWACK! He suddenly slammed the rod into the table with blunt force. The frightened woman jumped with fear, and her large tits bounced up and down. Her large silver dollar sized nipples were a dark reddish brown color, and stiff as hell. "She s been PARTYING all around the town, NON STOP—like some DICK HUNGRY SLUT-- prick teasing every man she SEES!" THWACK! The nervous woman looked around in desperation, fear in her eyes. "And, as you can see, she's been stuffing her fat, piggy mouth with EVERYTHING SHE CAN FIND----TO EAT!!!" He stopped in front of his wife and looked her in the eyes. "Isn't that right, my little impudent little pig?" The wife let out a meek little murmur, and nodded her head, with her eyes on the ground, and trepidation all over her face. "Here you are, piggy." Frank held the leather rod right up to her lips. She pouted even more. "It's time for you to kiss the Dragon's Tail!" The woman softy and slowly puckered up her lips and began planting soft kiss after soft kiss on the leather rod. She pleaded with her eyes, imploring her husband. She cast her sad eyes towards him while she kissed up and down the punishment rod. Frank was unmoved, his face stoic. He took his place behind his wife's big butt. We could see her ass in the multi-angled mirror behind his wife. Her butt was big, but it was round in a most prick pleasing way. There was a long, uncomfortable tension in the room as Frank waited. And waited. I could see the woman's eyes darting back and forth, and the nervous apprehension on her face. Frank puffed is cigar as he watched his nervous wife. After a long, tension filled pause, he put down the stinky cigar. Frank drew the leather rod back. "Let me hear you, piggy." The woman wore a pinched face, as if she knew what was coming. "I've . . . been. . .a . . .a naughty. . .little piggy, oink oink oink!" THWACK! The leather rod bit into the blonde's big ass. Frank had started with a particularly hard stoke. The sharp pain seared through her soft cheeks, and a dark red whelp appeared across the white globes. "OOOwwww," The woman howled in pain , and her knees buckled under her. "Again, piggy!" He drew back his arm. The woman's face was scrunched up, even more. "I've. . been. . a . . .a naughty little piggy, oink oink oink!" THWACK. The angry rod marked another pass at her ass. "OOOOHHH!" She jumped forward with the stinging blow to her ass. Her tits jiggled. "BACK in position, PIGGY," Frank said with aggravation in his voice. "STICK THAT BIG BUTT OUT, PIGGY! DON'T MAKE ME TELL YOU AGAIN!" THWACK! "Oooohh," she moaned, "I've been a naughty little piggy, oink oink oink!" "That's my little Oinker! --- let us hear you now! This is for all your SPENDING SPREES!" THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. "OOOHHHHH," the woman wailed. "I've been a naughty little. . . ." "And your slutting around the town!" THWACK! "AAHHHH," the lady screamed with pain. "I've been a naughty little piggy, OINK OINK OINK" There was desperation in the woman's voice. "PLEASE SIR! NOT SO HARD!!!" THWACK!!! "OUCH!!!" "AGAIN, PIGGY LOUDER! MAKE ME A BELIEVER!" THWACK! "I'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGGY, OINK! OINK! OINK!" THWACK! "I'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGGY, OINK! OINK! OINK!" "And HERE'S for over stuffing your FAT MOUTH!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The woman was singing like a canary now. "I'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGGY, OINK OINK OINK! I'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGGY, OINK OINK OINK! I'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGGY, OINK OINK OINK!" Over and over she recited her little phrase while Frank peppered her ass with the stinging rod. It was quite an unusual sight! The woman's big ass was crossed with angry red lines, and her tits bounced with every blow. The little pigs nose on her pretty red face was turning me on, for some reason. Frank finally stopped his assault on her ass. "Damn right, you have been," Frank said, and tossed the rod on the floor. The woman had big tears streaming down her red face, but she still held her little hoofs up, JUST like a piggy should. Punishment for Piggy Ch. 02 Punishment for Piggy Ch 2 A kinky professor disciplines his submissive wife. **** Big Blue **** The painful rod had taken its toll on the pretty woman's big butt. The shapely cheeks glowed with a ruby flame of color. Frank Acosta had left his design of angry streaks across his wife's round bottom. She sat on the floor, whimpering, with her knees bent and her legs tucked under her sore butt. Most of her accoutrements lay on the floor now, all except the rubber pigs nose. I glanced at Ralph. What the fuck? McRalphster looked like he had camping tent in his pants. A large, family sized tent. " ' The hell?" I thought, "was he like, spawn of Johnny Holmes, or something? "You see, gentlemen," Frank began, "You see the lengths I go to, for the sake of my marriage." Frank slipped into his easy chair, and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He picked up his whiskey glass. "All for love, all for love." The man studied the cocktail glass. He admired the way the ice cubes had melted into smooth ice sculptures in the golden brown, sour mesh. He gave the glass a swirl, and eased it back. "Ahh," he said, with a satisfied smack of his lips, " now THAT'S good whiskey." "The Modern Woman has been GIVEN too much." It seemed the nutty professor was in a mood to lecture. "The result is a weakening of the social fabric. A narcissistic, spoiled, entitled, malaise has developed. A bitchiness---the Alpha Male must keep a sharp lookout, and nip it in the bud, at the first sign of trouble. I call it, the Little Princess Syndrome." "WHOA." Ralph nodded his head, and listened intently, as if Frank was some wise old guru, passing his teachings on to the next generation. Frank continued. "If you're not careful, before you know it, you've got a nasty little cunt on your hands." "FUCKIN' WORD, YO!!" the Ralphster agreed. "I had this biziatch one time, and you know, she was all chilled at first, ya know what I'm sayin', but then, she went all "Cunticus" over me smokin' me herbs at her sister's wedding. Ya believe that shit? OK, so maybe I did reek a little, ya know what I'm sayin', but still. Fuckin' BULLSHIT." The professor cut Ralph off. "And worse, the disease is extremely contagious. Get a bunch of women together, and soon the BITCHINESS has spread like wildfire! Beware, young man, beware." "Biziatches'll drive you FUCKIN' CRAZY!!" Wigger Ralph intoned. "Bitch wouldn't even give up the PUSSY that night!" He put a spark to his glass pipe. The professor took another slow sip of the aged Tennessee whiskey. He offered us the bottle. "I gotta drive, Frank," I said, and declined, but the Wigger gladly accepted another pour. The professor eloquently waxed on. "They'll vow to cherish and love, then shred a heart into a 1000 pieces." He twirled the glass again. "They'll promise to stay forever, then walk away with a smile." He wet his lips with another sip. "You two will learn, someday. All men do." He sucked an ice cube from the glass, and crushed the ice with his teeth. As I listened to Frank, I noticed the Ralphster discreetly touching himself. His eyes were glued to the blonde wife. I'd swear that fuck wit had a gym sock crammed down his pants. The pretty lady sat of the floor, still whimpering, but softer now. She wore her long straight blonde hair in a bang cut across her forehead. She had a deep, golden brown, country club tan, except for the bikini lines, which gave way to soft, lily white breasts with large red nipples, and a cute white panty V at her waist. The way she sat on the floor gave me just the briefest view of her cute feminine pink lips. It was driving me wild. Frank was still going off, expressing the age old complaints of the specie; human male. "They are a desirous, restless breed—this creature known as woman. No man could possibly understand. Only a fool would ever try. They are as treacherous as a viper, as fickle as the wind, and as beautiful as a dream." Frank looked at his wife, whimpering on the white carpet. As he sipped another taste of the smokey mountain whiskey, a grimace came to his face. "A little wood shed time, with a firm father figure, is the quite possibly the only hope we have left." His eyes were fixed on his sexy submissive wife. She looked up at him. The couple's eyes locked. Her large, beautiful green eyes bore into his soul. Frank suddenly got out of his chair, overcome with emotion, and knelt at her side. "Still, we love them!" He wrapped his arms around the woman. "In spite of the pain, WE LOVE THEM!!" He hugged his wife. Frank seemed to have transformed from stern disciplinarian, to caring, loving, regretful husband. He tenderly held her head to his chest. Maybe guilt had gotten the best of him, I wondered. "Why? Because we are MEN--- and we are powerless to resist," his eyes went down to her sweet hanging tits . . . "their charms and spells." "There, there," he softly said, "Shuuuuu, there, there now." He stroked her blonde hair with a tender touch. Frank lifted her pretty face to his. "You know I only do it because I love you." The blonde trophy wife nodded her head yes, then threw her arms around her husband. The couple pressed their wet lips together and shared a long passionate kiss. One of Frank's hands went to the blonde's chest. He softly caressed the hard red nipples. I saw Frank's tongue stick out under his thick black mustache, and plow deep into the woman's wet mouth. Geez, were these two kinksters fixing to commence to fucking, right here in front of Ralph and I? His hand worked its way down between the woman's legs. She groaned as his fingers found their way to her magic spot. She sucked the man's tongue as it darted in and out of her mouth. He finally broke off the kiss and looked deep into her eyes. He re-adjusted the rubber pigs nose on her pretty face. "There, there, my little piglet." Frank pulled over a brown, padded leather ottoman to center of the soft white rug. "Here you go, Sweetheart," he patted the leather seat, "we're not quite done yet." Frank reached in his shopping bag once more, and what he pulled out, made both Ralph and I chuckle. "I bought you a little something." "OH WOW," Ralph said, in a stoney haze. Big Blue---the package was named. There was a picture of a cop on the cover. She looked at him, stunned. She looked over at the small ottoman, then back at him again. Her jaw fell open. She gave her long hair a shake. "C'mon, over you go." Frank cheerily said. The woman looked at the object in Frank's hand. "No, please, Frank, not, not that. . .not with them here." "OVER YOU GO!" Frank said, with more authority in his voice. "Ooooh," the woman moaned. The scrunched up, pouting face returned to the pretty lady. She looked back once more at her husband, then obediently perched herself over the padded leather ottoman. The sheer black panty hose hugged her long legs, up to the thighs. She lay on her stomach, with her tits hanging off one side, and her ass hanging off the other. Her delightful butt faced right at me. When she looked up, the mirror stared right back at her pretty piggy face. "Open those legs!" Frank said. She spread her knees wide. Ralph and I both shifted in our seats. Me own trousers had grown a little tight. "Reach back and spread you butt for us, sweetheart." "FRANK!!" she protested, but still. Her bottom had a soft red glow to it, but the flames had died down a bit, since her thrashing. She had a nice butt, big, but not too big, just a pleasant, round set of cheeks. The kind that made you want to bury a hard dick, or a wet tongue, right in the middle. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wide apart. "That's my little piggy!" The lady had no more secrets. I could see it all. She had a sexy, furry pussy with a triangle of honey blonde hair surrounding two big pussy lips. A long pink, meaty clitoris perfectly divided her hairy twat, a nice pink piece of bubble gum. Between the sexy butt cheeks, she had the cutest little golden brown asshole. In the mirror, we could see her pretty red face and her long blonde hair. Two big tits spilled over the ottoman, and hung down towards the floor. "As I said, we're powerless to resist, their beautiful charms and powerful spells." Frank looked at me with a grin. "Sweet!" The Ralphster blurted, with his hand in his lap. "Yes," Frank agreed, "it is sweet." He looked at his hot wife. "now—it's FUCK time!" "Ooooooooh," the woman groaned, again. She looked up at the mirror with her sheepish face. Ralph shot me a wild eyed look. Frank picked up his new toy he had pulled from his bag of tricks. In his hand he waved a long, fat, bright blue rubber dildo. The sapphire phallus appeared to be 8 or 9 inches long, and was a "real fat fucker," according to the cop on the package cover. Frank causally packed two C sized batteries into the big dildo. He twisted the cap on the obscene sex toy. HUUUUMMMMM. A low vibrating hum filled the room. Frank took his place behind his wife. "Now, Miss Piggy, do you know WHY you're gonna get FUCKED?" "OH, FRANK! Be, because I've been a naughty little PORKER!" Frank pressed the large rubber dick head to the lady's damp pussy. "Oooooooh!" she squirmed. "No, Frank! NO!" He massaged the rubber wang all around the wet little hole, then pressed it right on her pouting clitoris. HUUUUMM. "OHHHHHHHH!!!" The lady groaned, her eyes got even wider. "Owww, no, Frank, don't," she pouted and pouted, her pretty face began to glow. But Frank was a man on a mission. He worked the vibrator up and down on her pussy. He was getting her all juiced up, whether she liked it or not. HUUUMMMM. "OHHH FRANK!!" Her face was beet red now. Her round butt squirmed and twitched. "Oooh! Ahh! NO! EEE! DON'T!" She made little high pitched protests. She was creaming up real good, we could hear it. "Let's hear you, sweetheart! Tell me again!" "OOOHHHH!!!," she squealed as the dildo buzzed and hummed on her panting clit. "I've been a, a, OOOHHH!---- A naughty little, EEEHH!! Piggy, oink, oink oink!" Frank, pressed the fat blue dildo to the cute pink pussy. The sapphire cock split the soft soaking wet lips, and burrowed its way up inside her little honeyed cunt. "AHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried, and looked up in the mirror with wide eyes. "Tell me again, SWEETHEART!" In went the big dildo. "OOOOHH!" The woman's mouth was in a big O shape, and her eye brows raised high on her pretty face. Frank began to work the dildo further and further inside the woman. In, then out, then in and out again, a little deeper each stroke. Frank turned the vibrator up to high. BUUZZZ. The loud hum filled the room. "Oh, Frank, PLEASE!" she cried. The rubber dick explored new territory, deeper and deeper. "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH." "Brendan, hand me the Dragon's Tail, if you will," he asked me, as if he was asking for the salt shaker. The supple leather rod lay on the floor where Frank had dropped it. "NO, FRANK! UUH, UUH, UUH," she moaned and grunted on each deep stroke. Her tight pink pussy was taking the big flexible dong now, hiding it over and over. I handed the punishment rod to Frank. "I can't hear you!" he said, and popped the rod down on her upturned butt. "I'VE BEEN A NAUGHY LITTLE PIGGIE. OINK!, OINK!, OINK!" Frank buried the humming dildo deep. Tap tap tap. "Reach back now, Miss Piggy," tap tap tap tap tap, "reach back and hold Mr. Dildo nice and deep!" "OH, FRANK!" The lady reached between her legs and held the humming cock deep up her jammed pussy. "Don't worry, Miss Piggy, Daddy's gonna see to it you really learn your lesson well." Frank lay the rod across her unturned butt cheeks, then gave a flick of his wrists. Tap tap rap tap tap. He give her a series of light taps,and punctuated it with a sharper THWACK here and there. "Now get busy! Fuck your hot little twat for us!" THWACK! "OWWWW, OH FRANK!," she pleaded, with a grimace across her pretty face. She began working the dildo in and out, and around and around, with her arm under her stomach, and her hand busy at her puss. She wiggled the big hummer--crammed deep up her cunt. She let out a loud groan. "C'mon, put on a good show for the boys. Show us all what a hot horny little slut you can be." "AHHH," the lady moaned in shame, pain, and mainly pleasure. "Tell me again, Miss Piggy!" Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. "I've been a naughty, OHHHH, little," THWACK, "OOOOOH, PIGGY, OINK!, OINK! OINK!----OOOHHHH!!" The lady was starting to breath deep and heavy. Her round butt jiggled side to side and she wiggled the blue fucker in and out of her wet pussy. "FRANK!. . .please. . . uuh, uuh, please, uuh, uuh. . . PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR!" TWHACK. By now the whole scene was surreal as hell, and I was in the middle of some Fellini S&M movie. I was feeling a little light headed. The whiskey and the weed weren't helping. I think all the blood had gone to my dick. Next, things turned downright tripy. Frank causally dropped his robe! He stood, in the nude, with only some jet black socks on his feet. A sea of dark-gray hair covered his chest, stomach and legs. He had a slightly bulge to his stomach, but it wasn't too bad, for an old man. A thick ol' slab of meat hung down. It looked like Frank had some serious dick dangling between his legs. I glanced at Ralph. He had a stoney hazed expression on his fat face, and his mouth lagged open---- the slobbering dog. Frank pulled a chair up in front of the woman face and had a seat. She was face to face with his hairy cock and balls. He grabbed a handful of her long pretty blonde hair, and pulled her face between his legs. "OH!" she protested as her face was jammed into his hairy crotch. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, MISS PIGGY." THWACK! The woman's voice was more muffled now, but we could still make out her words. her pretty face was pressed tight to his hot cock and balls. "I've been a uh, uh, uh, naughty little uh, uh piggy! OINK! OINK! OINK!" Frank's dick was rapidly hardening to a long fat erection. It was flopped across the blonde's face. TAP TAP TAP. Frank sported a long, thick, cock, with a big crown head. It was dark brown with thick veins pulsing down the side. His balls were a dark, tight wrinkled pouch, and he had a thick forest of black pubes. He was a hairy fucker, that's for sure. TAP TAP TAP. "I've been a, naughty LITTLE PIGGY OINK! OINK! OINK!" He bounced the punishment rod up and down on her nice round ass cheeks. "OOOHH---PLEASE!! PUNISH this LITTLE PORKER! OINK OINK OINK!" He bounced his heavy cock against her face. "OH FRANK! I"M GONNA, I'M GONNA . . ." THWACK! "YES, FRANK! YEEEESSSSSSS!" THWACK! "LET'S HEAR IT!!!" Frank snarled. Her whole body shook and trembled. "OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK!" THWACK THWACK THWACK. A huge orgasm racked through the woman's body in a wash of pleasure, pain and thrilling submissive humiliation. Her big butt bounced around and her hand crammed the brutal dildo deep up her aching pussy. "OINK! OINK! OINK! OINK! YEEESSSSS, OHHHH!!!!" I watched her big ass jiggle on the foot stool, as she had her big come. "GOOD PIGGY!," Frank said, and packed his demanding dick into her hot mouth. "Now here is your reward!" "Ummmm," she squealed, and her nostrils flared as she panted. Frank kept his fat dick plugged in the lady's wet mouth. "SUCK SOME COCK, SWEETHEART! Nice and hard and DEEP! That's my good slut!" "UUUUMMMMM!!" she groaned and moaned. Frank watched the mouth work it's magic on his throbbing cock. Up and down the hot shaft she worked her full red lips and sweet sucking mouth. "THAT'S A' GIRL" He popped his ass with the rod, soliciting a muffled squeal of protest. The submissive wife seemed to be lost in the activity now. Her cheeks hollowed out as she performed her long sensual blow job. She bounced her pretty head up and down the thick shaft, her mouth stretched wide open. She sucked and licked his throbbing dickhead. She went down lower to his hairy testicles. She planted wet kisses all over his aching balls, then sucked the tight wrinkled sack into her wet mouth. "YEAH---," Frank groaned. She ran her soft tongue up his dick before engulfing the hot cock in her warm sucking mouth, yet again. Soon, I watched her bury the hard cock deep in her throat, until her pretty nose came to rest in his thick patch of black pubic hairs. She gagged a little before moving her mouth back up the rod. Frank sat back with a contented grin. "Ummm, Miss Piggy sucks a MEAN COCK." Frank sighed, and watched his wife as as she pleasured his stiff unit with her mouth. "SUCK IT GOOD, BABY! THAT'S a good little slut!" The wet slurping sounds filled the room. She labored on and on with her task—- sucking, licking, and fully throating his manhood. We all watched her pretty face and red lips suck up and down the hot slab of cock, over and over again. After a few minutes, she shuddered, and came again on the buzzing phallus, this time with her mouth full of cock, as she hummed a soft little tune. Tap tap tap tap. Her long, sensuous, hot, mouthing must have gone on for a good 10 or 15 minutes. Frank finally pulled his urgent, wet cock from her lips and held it in front of her face. "Now," he looked at his pretty wife, "what happens to little piggies, dear?" Frank asked. "OHH, they, they get. . .fucked, SIR!" Her big green eyes were glued to her dom husband's fat throbbing wet dick. "Umm hmm, and where do naughty PORKERS get fucked, sweetheart?" A pained expression came to the blonde's face. Her lower lip stuck out, and her cheeks glowed bright red. "Ooooooh----IN THE BUTT, SIR!" Punishment for Piggy Ch. 03 Punishment for Piggy Chapter 3-- conclusion A kinky professor disciplines his submissive wife. *** The Spiral Staircase *** "Spread your ass!" Frank snarled, now with a lusty anger to his voice. His fat 8 inch cock was angry, too. "Oh, Frank." Piggy said as she looked back over her shoulder. She reached back with both arms and grabbed her cheeks. She pulled her big round butt wide apart. "Yeah, that's it." Frank said. Miss piggy had a cute little backdoor, a darker brown than the rest of her charms. Frank dipped a finger in the greasy thick lube and jabbed it right up her little brown butt hole. "Ummm," piggy squirmed. He worked the greased finger deep up her ass. Then slowly back out again. "Yes, just what naughty piggies deserve--- a good old fashioned butt fuck!" Ralph and I looked at each other. His eyes were fixings to bug out' his head. He passed the pipe and lighter. "Oooo!"she flinched. Her big butt jiggled, perched delightfully over the small ottoman. We could see her red face in the mirror, her eyes were cast to the floor. Her mouth hung open, and her pigs nose was in place. He sawed back and forth. "Relax for me, sweetheart! You know how to do it!" He seemed to take pleasure in driving his fingers in and out of her tight little butt, he had a satisfied, smug grin on his face. "FRANK---OOOOH!" But Frank's anal foreplay only lasted so long. I guess he was impatient to cram his complaining dick up his wifey's ass. He quickly rubbed the thick lube up and down his long shaft, then took his place behind her wide butt. He pressed his fat dick head firmly against her cute little ass hole. "Hold still, Miss Piggy. Here it comes the hard part!" "Oh, no, FRANK!!'" she protested, and squirmed. "C'mon, sweetheart. You know you can take it!" He took aim again. "You always do." Frank pressed harder. The big cock found the mark. The mushroomed dickhead overcame her resistance, and disappeared up the woman's shapely butt. "Ummm, yeah," he grunted. "OWWWW," Piggy protested, with a loud groan, as Frank buried a few more inches up her butt. "IT HURTS, FRANK!!" she cried. "UMM, yeah, me too, baby, me too." Frank lied as he pushed in a little deeper. "EEEE!" Piggy shrieked and gritted her teeth. He eyebrows were wrinkled on her pretty pouting face. Frank grabbed her hips. He worked a few more inches up her butt, then out a few inches, then another steady thrust forward, At least Frank was being patient about corking his fat dick up her ass. "We might have to cram your new dido back in, sweetheart!" Frank mused. "Oooh, Frank!" For some reason, a Barry White song kept pounding in my brain. OH, OH I -------------- I CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR LOVE, BABY ------- I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY ----------- CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR LOVE, BABY ------------ Frank grunted the pushed forward again with more force. "OWWW!" I CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR LOVE, BABY ------- "OH, YEAH!" Frank held her hips tight and steamed in again, right up her butt. "That's it, that's good." "IIIIIIIEEE," the butt fucked little lady cried. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY------- She gritted her teeth and looked up, "Owww, Frank!" "AHHH!" he began a steady butt fuck, in and out of the lady's tender backdoor. I CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR LOVE , BABY!------- "EEEEEE!!" she screeched. The long cock disappeared up the lady's tight butt hole. Like a train leaving the station, the big prick began to pick up speed. "EEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!" The blonde screamed. Big Frank got a bit carried away with his stroking, and his dick popped out of her ass. "Shit!" he said. He wasn't ready for such an early exit. I watched the lady squirm, and Frank's determined efforts to repack her ass with his cock. "OOOOH," she squealed. A different version of Barry's song jumped into my mind. OH, OH I ----------------I CAN'T GET IT UP IN YOUR BUTT, BABY I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY—------------------- I CAN'T GET IT UP IN YOUR BUTT, BABY-------------------------- Eventually Frank found pay dirt and sunk in deep. "Yeah," the grizzly bear grunted. He began a steady in and out as Miss Piggy grunted wiggled her butt. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY—------------------- "Uhh,Uhh,Uhh,Uhh,Uhh." "Not SO HARD, FRANK," Piggy complained. I CAN'T GET IT UP IN YOUR BUTT, BABY-------------------------- "Sorry, babe," Frank said lustfully, "My COCK's gotta MIND of its own" Her cute face scrunched up again. "OoooooH!" Piggy looked back at her husband, with her teeth clinched, taking her rough ride."AAAHHHHHHH," she screeched, as Frank busted up her ass. "AHH-YEEEE," the lady's butt hole took his hot cock. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY---- CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR BUTT, BABY "Ralphie!," Frank suddenly looked to Ralph, "It looks like you're fixing to split your pants over there, maybe Miss Piggy could help you out with that." "WHAT?" Ralph asked, surprised. "In Miss Piggy's mouth," Frank said, "she'd love another dick to suck." "FRANK!" the woman exclaimed. "Well, I, I," The Ralphster was searching for just the right words, "FUCK, BRAH, OK!" Ralph didn't have to be asked twice , he stood up, dropped his pants, and yanked down his boxer shorts. A hard sausage was already present. "Well, fuck me." Just as I suspected. I'll be damned if he didn't have a whopper sized PRONG waving between his legs. The collegiate duffus was hung like a pony. His naughty nine incher stood up at attention. His big bone sprang out of his shorts and Ralph took a seat. Ralph didn't fuck around. Before the lady barely had time to look up, he had packed her mouth with fat cock. Once again, the woman started her delightful dick sucking, this time on Ralphie's throbbing tumescent hose. I watched the little pigs nose on her pretty face and her full lips, spread in a wide O around Ralph's fat dick, as she went up and down the hard shaft with her cock sucking mouth. I couldn't believe it when she went all deep throat on the Ralphster's full major Jones. "OH FUCK YEAH!" The Ralphenhoffer crooned. "Suck it, biziatch!" "Ahhhh," Ralph's eyes got wide as the woman attacked his cock with her mouth. The aroused young man seemed to have an effect on the sucking woman. She groaned and ate his dick with a fervor. "WHOA!" The Ralphster responded. Frank picked up the big blue dildo, and turned in on full blast. He reached down and worked it up his wifey's tender cunt. "There's my good little three hole slut!" "OOHH," she protested, but it didn't matter. The woman was soon triple stuffed. The humming sound had returned to the room, accompanied by the grunts and groans of what had become a most lascivious affair. "Cram it in nice and DEEP!" "UuuMMM," she moaned as she worked her lips up and down Ralph's stiff member. Frank however, had emergency backdoor plans now. His urgent cock was feeling insistent. He had a hard, steady butt fuck going. He could feel the vibrations, as he fucked her ass. Her little butt hole was really taking it now. Frank slapped her butt with hands. SLAP. "Suck the Ralphster good, Miss Piggy!" Ralph sat in the the wooden chair with his legs well spread. His eye were about half closed and his breathing was deep and heavy. His fat log poked out at the woman. She had her face down at his balls and was licking the hairy sac and sucking his nuts with her hot mouth. Her mouth returned to the head of his dick and she took him in her mouth. She began a quick bob of her mouth up and down the fat cock head. Ralph reached down and grabbed two handfuls of juggs. He worried the hard nipples with his fingers, pulling, pinching, and playing with the heavy tits, like they were his personal play toys. "Let's hear ya Piggy!" SLAP. Frank said, and bought an open hand down on her big ass cheeks with a SMACK. The lady raised her mouth off the wet dick. "OINK! OINK! OINK!" She said, then immediately filled her mouth with the wet dick again. Frank chucked, "Yeah, that's my good little Piggy!" Frank kept up his steady ass fucking, slapping his wife's sore butt with his bare hand here and there, soliciting squeals and oinks from her stuffed piggy mouth. The suckling and butt fucking continued on, while the dildo hummed incessantly. The two horny men used the little piggy like a rag doll, fucking her ass and mouth at the same time. I suddenly concluded that I had the smallest dick of the bunch. "FUCK," I thought, "that ain't no good!" I looked down at my once proud porker. Not that I'm small, per se, "but next to these two log jammers. . ." "AWWW, YEAH!" Ralph gave a groan. He was panting now, and sweat dripped off his forehead. The lady held Ralph's heavy balls in her hand, and fondled, stroked and massaged the wrinkled nut sack. Her mouth rolled over the head of cock before bobbing up and down. Frank was butt fucking his wife like it was nobodies business. His fat dick was a blur as it sawed in and out of his wife's red butt. Her straight blonde hair swayed back and forth as she sucked and got pounded from behind. To and fro, forward and aft, front and rear. I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHY------ I CAN'T GET ENUFF OF YOUR BUTT, BABY----- The Ralphsters's mouth hung open. He was panting like a dog now. "Uuh, Uuh, Uuh, Uuh," He gritted his teeth. "OH YEAH!" Sweat poured down his face. "AHHHH!!" Ralph let out the war cry and screamed, with grimace not unlike pain, painted on his face. I heard the wet slurping sounds Ralph exploded in her mouth. Piggy kept her lips rolling over the panting dick as it spurted its load. "YEEESSSS!!!" Ralph grunted and creamed hard in the lady's warm mouth. I watched a big roll of thick jism escape Piggy's mouth and drool down the Ralphster's fat dick, as she sucked him off. "UMMMMM!!" the lady seemed to be cumming, yet again. She jammed the big humming dildo deep up her pussy, and shook and groaned. "AHHHHHHH!!!" Frank yelled so loud, one would have thought HE was the one getting butt fucked. He lunged forward, and blasted her well fucked anus with his horny cum load. He stabbed into her butt hole, over and over, while he unloaded his heavy balls. The little lady got it on both ends as the men creamed, with a raucous roar of pleasure. The three exhausted fuckers groaned and panted. Ralph sat back in his chair, huffing and puffing, his big dick finally retreating, while Miss Piggy and Frank collapsed on the floor. All three rested in the after glow of their exhausting cums. I noticed the lady's hands had come to rest on her husband's spent dick. "Brendan, I guess you feel a little left out, huh?" Frank asked. Suddenly all three eyes were on me, and I became very self conscience. "Drop your drawers, now Brendan, and get in the suck off seat!" "Well, I, I'm not really used to, you know, an audience, Frank, it's a little weird, ya know what I mean?" I said. "You know, with everyone watching and shit. I mean—what the fuck!" "He's shy, Frank," Piggy said, "I think it's sweet." Frank nodded to his wife, and she got up and stood in front of me. She held her hand out. "Go with Miss Piggy now, Brendan. She 'll take you upstairs, ya fuckin' pussy!" Frank laughed. "GO FOR IT, DUDE!" The Ralphster yelled. I followed. "And Piggy, see to it he's well PUSSY WHIPPED!" Frank said, and he and Ralph laughed again. The woman took my hand and led me to the corner of the room. A red spiral staircase ascended to the upstairs. Piggy led the way. Her long legs slowly climbed the staircase. I followed up the circling steps, her butt just inches in front of my face. Her ass twitched from side to side, like the swinging charm of the hypnotist, and I quickly fell under its spell. I would have followed that butt anywhere. "Have fun!" I vaguely heard Frank say. My pulse raced. We walked a darken hallway, with a Picasso painting on the wall, then turned into a large room, with a feather bed. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and she pushed me onto my back. She straddled on top of me and pressed her mouth to mine. Our lips played together, as her hand reached down and played with my swollen cock. Suddenly she came forward, and sat on my chest, with her long legs well spread. She grabbed a handful of my hair. "Lick my pussy, Brendan," she said, a breathless whisper, then pressed her hairy wet lips to my mouth. ***** A Collegiate Farewell ***** I'm not going to go into detail about everything that happened upstairs. It's just too personal. Suffice it to say, I descended the spiral staircase drained and satiated, my mighty man sausage, shriveled, and content. I came back to the living room to find Ralph and Frank smoking their cigars, and drinking heavily. "FUCK, that's good whiskey!" The Ralphster said, and raised his glass high, to get the very last drop. He noticed my standing there, and a big sloppy grin came to his face. "WHOO HOO!!!" Ralph drunkenly said, when he saw me. Ralph seemed to be having the time of his life. He held a hand in the air. "HIGH FIVE!" he said, and puffed on the fat stogie. I slapped his hand. "HOW WAS IT?" "I think we'd better be going, Ralph," I said, "it's getting late." I suddenly remembered, I had a effin intramural rugby match the next morning, at 7am. I had forgotten all about it. "What a pain in the ass," I thought to myself, imagining the way I would feel in the morning, some 7 scant hours from then. When it was time to leave, Frank shook our hands, and asked us to respect their privacy—and never return again to their house. "OK, Frank," I said, though I was a little hurt—I thought we had become friends, we could at least, get a sandwich sometime, or--- "no problem," I said. We stood outside his front door and looked back one more time at the kinky couple. They stood in the doorway. Frank had his golden robe on, and his arm around his wife. "Say good night to the nice men, now, sweetheart," he said. "Then we'll see about fucking that sweet pussy of yours." Piggy shot me a quick glance. She waved at us. "Oink Oink Oink," was all she said. I saw one last grin on Frank's face before he pushed the front door shut. We made our way down the driveway without saying much. It was a pleasant pacific night, quiet and cool. A quarter sliver of yellow moon hung in the sky. Ralph stopped. I looked back at him. He was bent over and holding his knees. "UUUHH. Dude, I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna get sick." Yep, the good ship McRalphster was in peril. His face was a sickly pale white. His eyes were bloodshot as hell, and his mouth hung open. "Yeah, you look like shit," I said. "I think it was the cigar," he groaned, "or maybe that last whiskey." The hour was late and the neighborhood was quiet. Everyone was safely in their suburban castles for the night. I looked over to Frank's next door neighbor's yard. The yard was an exquisitely manicured lawn of perfect green grass. A red brick walkway led to the front door of the idyllic home. Just outside the front door was a large bed of big yellow flowers. Tulips, maybe, how the fuck did I know. "I think I'm gonna hurl, brah." "Well, fuck dude, go over there, and be quiet!" I pointed Ralph towards the neighbor's yard. I watched the Ralphinator stumble into the pristine yard. The night was so still, it sounded like you could hear a pine needle drop. "Dude, that's good," I whispered, "right there." The Fuckwit kept stumbling further, and further, towards the front door. "Dude, what the fuck? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" The Ralphster stumbled all the way up to the people's prized flower bed. He bent over the pretty yellow flowers, with his hands on his knees. I heard him start to bletch and burble. He grabbed his stomach, then he became an explosion of hurl. He hurled. And hurled. Then hurled again. He spewed the entire flower bed with his putrid hurl. He was loud, too. In the quiet night, it sounded like he was puking into a cheerleader's megaphone. And he was right outside their fucking door. Fucking Ralphenator. The pretty flowers drooped, and now were a pathetic sight. I high tailed it down to the street and got in my car. He stumbled back, wiping his mouth. "OK, I feel better now," he walked down the driveway. Suddenly the lights on the neighbor's porch came on! "GET IN!" I yelled. Ralphatonious saw the light come on, and quickened his pace to my car. As Ralph jumped in the passenger seat, I looked up to see a man glaring at us from his front porch. He didn't look real happy. "HEY!" he yelled, and started walking towards us. "HEY, YOU!" I fumbled with the car keys. "WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING OUT HERE?!" "Ummm---soiling your flower bed?" I thought, as I struggled to get the key in the ignition. He got a whiff of something foul, and looked around. "WHAT THE HELL!!??" the man exclaimed. I started the Toy, dropped it in gear, FLOORED IT, then released the clutch. AAAAAAYYYYEEEEECCHHHHEEEE. My tires screeched on the pavement--- the loud, shrill noise shattered the quiet, suburban night. If Ralph's hurling hadn't woken up the entire street, my peel out surely did. We fled the crime scene. We hauled ass down the street, around the corner, and past the guard's booth. "SARINARA, MUTHAFUCKAS!" I shouted out the window, as the security dweeb looked up from his desk. Then, we left the plush, sterile suburban community behind. We found our way back onto the Pacific Highway. I looked at Ralph. He snickered. It was a contagious disease. We started laughing. And LAUGHING. We laughed until we cried. We laughed our asses off. And we never stopped laughing---all the way back to campus. . . . As we neared the university area, I spied a cute, dark haired coed, walking the sidewalk, in front of our old dive bar, Sharkies. It was good to be back. I never did tell Ralph about my time upstairs, at the top of the spiral staircase. I never told him about my time alone with the hot MILF, though he wouldn't stop pestering me about it. We lost touch after college. I haven't seen him since graduation day. Sometimes I wonder, whatever happened to ol' Ralph? Does he still think about that night? I'll never forget the kinky college professor, and his cute submissive wife, even though it was so many years ago. Many nights I've lay in bed, my wife sleeping soundly beside me, and jacked off to the memory of Piggy's pouting lips, rolling up and down my swollen cock. I can still see the rubber pig's nose on her pretty face. I can still imagine her big tits swaying, while she rocked on top of me, my dick crammed up her velvet vagina. I can still feel the leather belt in my hand. I can still hear her little piggy voice in my dreams. . . "I've been a naughty little piggy, oink oink oink. . ." THWACK!