Free Hog Wild (An Erotic Three Pigs Twisted Fairy Tale) by Jenna Jaxon Page B

curious about the “more than that in my pants” boast. This might turn out more satisfying than she expected.
    “Uh, sorry about that.” Beau dropped her hand and pointed towards the kitchen sink, more than half filled with dishes. “You can go right there, ma’am.” He looked her up and down, unmasked regret in his eyes.
    “Thanks, Beau, but I was hoping for a bathroom. You know, so I could freshen up.”
    “Oh, sure. Right through here.” The boy moved awkwardly past a television in the tiny living room and started down a short, dark hallway. He stepped into the bedroom then turned to open the bathroom door for her. “Here you go, ma’am. I’m sorry it’s so cramped.”
    “That’s fine. And I’m Lula, Beau.”
    He shot her another big grin. “Right, Lula.”
    She raised one sleek eyebrow. “Now you stay right there, okay? I won’t be a minute.”
    He looked puzzled, but nodded. Lula stepped into a bathroom about the size of a coffin on end and closed the door. Despite the close quarters, it took only moments to prepare for the onslaught. Not that she thought this would be a difficult conquest. Assuming a seductive smile, Lula turned the knob and stepped out.
    * * * *
    Beau’s jaw hit the ground for a second time that morning when the bathroom door opened and Lula strutted into his bedroom naked except for her tall black boots and onyx navel ring. His cock had calmed down after her statement about just wanting to wash up; now his boner sprang to attention with such enthusiasm he expected it to unzip his jeans. Her mouth curled into a feral smile that made him wonder if this was some retroactive pipe dream from the last time he smoked weed. If so, he was gonna make Jesse get him some more of that shit.
    “This is your bedroom?”
    The low, rumbling sound of her voice robbed him of his. He could only nod, his eyes never leaving her big, beautiful breasts, mere inches away. The nipples were dark brown, the peaks jutting straight out, just asking to be tweaked. Beau swallowed before drool ran down his chin.
    She grabbed his hands, placing one on the firm flesh of her left breast, the other on her right. His thumbs immediately circled the dark nipples, the pebbled flesh hardening even further until they were like bullet tips. He pinched them gently at first, then harder, each movement sending wake-up calls to his aching rod.
    Beau stopped long enough to ask in a cracked voice, “I thought you said you just wanted to wash your hands?”
    That greedy smile was back. “I didn’t say that was the only thing I wanted to wash.”
    He must have looked confused, because she continued, “I wanted to see if you were telling the truth outside. About what’s in your pants.”
    Beau caught his breath as her hand snaked down, lightning fast to unzip his jeans. His cock needed no further urging and sprang free into her waiting hand. This had better not be a damn hallucination. She stroked the length, raking her nails lightly along the sensitive skin. He shivered as his dick grew rock hard and he groaned. It was becoming more difficult to remain standing. Well, that’s what beds are for .
    “Let’s get more comfortable, Lula.” His hands slid down across her lean abdomen to rest on her hips and he pulled her closer.
    “Yes, let’s.” She released his cock and seconds later her magic fingers had stripped his jeans from him. Lula glanced down at his naked body and back to his eyes. Her smile widened. “I just love a man who goes commando. All the time?”
    “Pretty much.”
    “Excellent. Now,” she pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down hard. “I want to measure you.”
    “I think there’s a tape measure in my toolbox.” Beau couldn’t help his proud grin.
    Lula’s gaze rested on his long rod, standing like a lone pine tree. “I have a much better way to measure such things.” She reached out and pushed his shoulders back onto the mattress, then dropped to