Huff And Puff

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. Each of these pigs had been told by their father that they needed a house of their own to move out into earlier in the year. Naturally, the three young pigs had no way of affording to buy a house with the little money they had so they each decided to go their separate ways and build a house for themselves to live in.

The first little pig, being the densest of the trio, built his house out of straw. Whilst not the sturdiest material, it was the cheapest and therefore saved him money for more important things, like finally inviting his boyfriend the big bad wolf over for a nice time sheltered from the nosy eyes and ears of his family.

So, after only a week of living alone he received an expected knock on his poorly made door. Finally, he got to open up his door and see his tall, studly wolf of a lover waiting there to meet him. With a swift greeting they made their way inside the fragile structure with a moment spent to make sure the door was closed before all bets were off.

Before he knew it, the first little pig was laying on his straw table on his back and looking up at the strong lupine male above him ready for what was to come. Squeals, oinks and grunts filled the home, as one by one the wolf’s powerful thrusts proved too much for the weak furniture. Still, the fact that so much destruction was happening only turned them both on more and soon enough naught was left for them to wreck and the two were forced to roll around as they continued their lovemaking in the pile of broken straw they had made.

Breaking the moment of lustful brilliance, the two finally succumbed to their needs and a harsh howl and squeal huffed down what was left of the house. It collapsed around them harmlessly as the wolf and pig further desecrated the poor handiwork by rendering the straw useless as they drenched it in their essence.

With nothing left to loose, the first little pig lay in his afterglow momentarily before giving the wolf permission to take the one thing that was left of his home…him. Accepting eagerly, the wolf pulled free of the pig rear and proceeded to grab his portly body and press his manhood up to it once again. This time it was the wolf which opened up, accepting his boyfriend into his loins and growling in deep pleasure as the loud slurp of the transaction rang out across the land. Feeling his new resident land in his new home in the right orb, the wolf grins and rubs the heavily swollen flesh and licks his lips as he states to himself “one down, two to go hehe”.

The next week, the second little pig had finished preparing his new home. His was build out of sticks, still not the greatest building material but definitely stronger than the straw home his brother once had! He was certainly proud of his effort and much like his sibling wanted to show it off as soon as it was finished. So he too invited his boyfriend over for a visit!

Once again, the knock sounded just a few hours later and the big bad wolf greeted the second little pig with his trademark grin. Patience was little bit stronger in the second little pig and it took a few hours before he found himself under the weight of his wolf prince. Pleased that he could go a little bit rougher on the second brother without having to worry about breaking the furniture, the wolf began his second conquest of the porcine family in typical lupine fashion. 

Quick, hard movements were not good for the newly made home however and the couple soon learned that furniture falling apart under them was just as arousing as destroying the straw home of the first pig. At least this time they both made it to the moment of bliss before the last of the pig’s furniture tumbled apart giving them an exceptionally deep impact for their climax.

Unfortunately for the second little pig, the wolf had gained a lot of production capacity thanks to the passenger inside him and he soon popped out and spread his seed over the wooden wall with gusto. The freshly stuck sticks were dislodged by the sudden wet goo being forced between the cracks and just like the first little pig’s home it didn’t stand long after that. After the clattering of sticks had died down, the second little pig looked around sadly at his hard work gone to waste but had to admit the payoff for his home was more than worth it.

Either way, experiencing the same lack of owning anything as his brother had he soon accepted the wolf’s offer to house him as he had his sibling except this time proposing he take the left entrance so that his orbs could get more equal in size once again. Agreeing and swiftly diving his way inside, this was how the second little pig joined his brother in their boyfriend whom smugly rubs again and states “just one more…then the real fun”.

So it was that the third little pig found himself becoming an only child, though he had no way of knowing the fate of his brethren. Either way he was much too busy building his home out of bricks, clearly proving his metal as the smartest of the piggy trio. This naturally would normally take a while, however he had to keep the home small which saved serious amounts of time as bricks were expensive.

But for the final time, a knock rang out from the pig’s door and he opens it up to greet his partner and the siblings he now housed. He didn’t know why his wolfish stud had suddenly had such an intense growth spurt between his legs but he couldn’t lie when he said he loved it no matter how it had happened. Unlike his brothers though, it took more than one visit before he finally succumbed to his urges for the huge fluff ball.

With the build up their session was intense to say the least. Not once, not twice but thrice did the pig hose his brick walls from the inside while they were at it. The wolf displayed great control for as long as he could but alas it was all too much. Sounds of the intense splattering over the ground echoed through the night all the way back to the broken husks of the two other little pig homes and their remenants.

Now that the home had a fresh coat of white paint all over, the kinky pig decided to let the wolf try one of his ‘untested’ desires. So it was that the third little pig slipped down the awaiting spire of his lover, greeting his brother in the right house with confusion before he realised his error. Not much he could do about it now though, trapped alongside his siblings inside their boyfriend.

So, with the three little pigs safely tucked away in their new lodgings the wolf took up residence in the white brick home he and the pigs had made. After a month had passed he finally got the visit he was waiting for and opened the door to find the father of the three little pigs who came in swiftly. Greeting his true lover with a deep kiss, the wolf grins as the father speaks to him “I see our little plan worked out perfectly…god I’ve been waiting to do this again!”

In the home that his son had built, with the three of his children now masquerading as the weight of the balls that smacked against him, the adult pig squeals in the sort of bliss that can only come from finally testing out a long lusted after fantasy. The wolf too had wanted this from the moment he and the pig had created their first offspring, to use them to truly create the litter of pigs they both wanted.

Heat, grunting, squeals, oinks, growls, all the pleasurable noises were unabashedly flung across the land. The howl of pure bliss that soon sounded stated with satisfaction ‘this is the beginning of the future’. Popping in his wide bulb, the wolf kept on howling, panting and thrusting as he watched his orbs shrink back down to their normal size and the stomach of the pig below him sink down like he’d stuffed rocks in there.

Not done by a long shot, the couple did their business for the rest of the night assuring the future of their family. The headlines after a few months said it all for their achievement ‘Largest litter ever recorded; world record broken by the big bad wolf and his husband!’ What a load of huff and puff, the old record wasn’t broken…it was obliterated. And who ever said fairy tales don’t have good endings for the ‘bad’ guys?