J. Bradley - The hog wives

Dean, among the more enterprising, singled out Dot Lambert for his goal. He was not sure whether his choice was due to Dot's blondeness – a novel contrast to the dark brunette beauty of his wife – or simply a mutual magnetism that created currents between them. One thing Dean knew for certain was that he had the hots for Dot, and he hoped he could grab her off for the next round. To put in his claim, he stayed near her and engaged her in conversation about the clinic, bringing her coffee when her cup was empty and letting her know with his eyes that he wanted her.

Dot recognized the intent of his heated attentions; it made her feel somewhat the way she had felt around Cole McDonald. When a man hungers for a woman powerfully enough, she usually gets the impact of his vibrations before long. Dorothy Lambert decided that she wanted to see how Dean's hungers compared with Cole's.

Other pairings began to take place subtly as the minutes passed, until there were four separate conversations taking place in the room.

"What are we waiting for?" Dean whispered to Dot abruptly.

"Pick a room," she replied, her blue eyes challenging his gaze.

They simply walked out of the living room, hand in hand, and went upstairs. The women had changed all the sheets and turned down the beds, and Dean ushered Dot into the fist doorway they reached. He pulled the door shut, then followed her into the room. She walked invitingly under her frock. Dean thought she moved like a Siamese cat in heat.

"Any clothing at all is a desecration to a body that can move like that!" he told her, his eyes burning with unbridled lust. She smiled contentedly and unfastened the frock, letting it fall off as she walked to the bed. She kicked it off her feet and stood at the edge of the bed, flaunting her proud tits by holding her shoulders high with her arms well behind her.

"There must be artists turning over in their graves because they missed the chance to paint you," he said. He managed to get his clothes off without looking away from the warm glow of her exciting body. Then he walked over to place his hands on her shoulders.

He leaned over and kissed her, tasting the nectar of her mouth as it opened to him. They tongue-fenced hotly for a while, until Dean felt the touch of her nipple on his chest. He dropped his lips to the spongy morsel, nibbled at it carefully, then gave it a few wet sucks.

Dot hummed and pushed her tit against his face, wanting him to nurse on it greedily. He nuzzled into the mound, pressuring the inner ducts and stimulating her mammary nerves. He sucked and milked it with his lips, receiving the thin juice of her love-milk.

She squealed with delight and turned to give him her other tit. He nursed on it fiercely, drawing a little of its treasure out of the springy nipple, then abandoning it as he squatted down to inspect the golden fleece of her crotch.

He pushed his nose into the tight junction of her thighs and pubis, then inhaled. He could detect only a faint scent, but it was enough to heighten his excitement.

"God, Dorothy!" he said into her bush. "Sit down and open up for me, please… I need some of this for dessert." She sat on the bed and pulled up her feet, planting them far apart so that her cunt split beautifully to smile pinkly at him.

"Mmm-m-m-m!" he hummed as he moved his lips into the moist furrow. Her scent was richer now, stimulating him enough so that his cock prodded the edge of the bed and a deep hunger grew inside him.

The soft corn-silk of her golden hair made him think of the succulence of sweet corn. Her cream ran like melted butter in the tender flesh, and he lip-nibbled it and gathered exciting tastes of it with his tongue.

"Eat it, Dino… eat it up, lover!" she moaned, moving her ass gently in rhythm to his mouthings, creaming constantly as her lust mounted. She fell backward, to lie across the bed, legs up-drawn to give him access to her cunt.

Dean feasted shamelessly, enjoying her twat as if it were a ripe melon, the juices flying around his mouth as he sought out every nook and curve in her cunt. He screwed his tongue into her hole.

"Fuck it, doll!" she cried. Her ass lifted up to engulf the moist warmth of his tongue, and he gave her a number of little fucks before withdrawing it to attack her clit.

She whimpered as he fastened on the bud with his lips, moving it within its little garment of flesh, making it throb and tingle with the softness of his lips as he jacked it off for her.

"Oh, Dino… suck it!" she moaned. "Suck it… suck it, suck it!"

He almost devoured the tiny fleshling with a series of strong sucks that brought her to her finish, her ass sliding around on the bed as she whimpered and gasped with the violence of the orgasm that tightened her into a frenzied knot.

He raised his head and gulped in air while she slowly rode out the shuddering climax. She began to let her muscles relax. Her nostrils dilated with the heaviness of her breathing, and she wet her lips frequently, to relieve the dryness caused by her prolonged panting.

Dean rolled her over and knelt astride her legs, then slipped his hands under her hips and pulled her to her knees. Her upper torso was supported by her head and shoulders; she was too exhausted to raise up on her hands. The wet hairs of her cunt splayed out of her crotch and the swollen lips pouted from between her thighs, glistening with drops of her cream. Dean slid the head of his cock into the upside-down furrow, rode it into the velvet funnel of her cunt, then plunged into the clasping wetness of her sheath.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned, her ass lifting and tilting, to let him enter her deeply. "You feel so good in there, Dean… Fuck me hard! I'm boiling!"

He began to shaft her with long, firm fucks, his balls flying under her crotch with the force of his thrusts. It was a snug tunnel; with her thighs close together, her entrance clamped his shaft tightly. But in her depths, it was meat and gravy, his prong sliding along through her oily claspings with rapid strokes.

His hands moved around from place to place, busy all the time. They caressed the sleek slopes of her hips, the taut roundness of her tits, and the hard contour of her tense belly. Occasionally he gripped her thighs or hips and pulled her to him as he plunged into her with am extra-fierce stroke.

The long drives were scraping against the cloak of her clit, sliding his prick back and forth over the tender bud. Dot's soft whimpers grew louder as the action built up the thrills inside her. Cream oozed around their swollen connection, frothing with the air captured in her tunnel by Dean's driving prick.

"Oh, shit, but I'm hot!" she cried. Her ass was pumping now, fucking back into Dean's groin and belly with eager thrusts. He leaned over her further and got a good grip on her tits, milking the nipples between his fingers as his hands kneaded the soft firmness of her breasts.

It was a good addition to the chain of stimulation. Dot had enjoyed the frictioning of her tits against the padding when she was hung over the trestle of the billy-girl machine. She was in almost the same position now, and Dean was plowing her with the same kind of deep, searching thrusts that the goat had used.

Her passion swelled suddenly, as if the remembered plunging of the goaty prick and its powerful gushes of come had stirred her more than the present action. But she was excitingly aware of the expert cockmanship that Dean was demonstrating.

He had modified his drives with a rotary movement, spiraling in the wrinkles of her sheath to massage every comer of her cunt. Her moans and grunts recorded the increase of her passion, and it was rapid. Dean knew it was almost over when her uterus crowded his movements at the end of his drives.

Dot squealed as her climax started; her cunt spasmed once and her body jerked taut, then she gasped and bucked as Dean pumped his load in hot spurts, squeezing the semen into her womb with the force of his final drive.