Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

She reversed herself in bed, and Andy left his position at the foot to stretch out full-length beside her, his face in her hairy crotch, his nose in her ass, and his tongue once more licking avidly into her cunt.

Rhoda's tongue was busy, too. She raved his balls, licked the shaft of his cock, rimmed the coronal ridge with her tongue, then slid her moist, hot lips over the tip and rammed his entire prickshaft into her throat.

She was creaming heavily again as he began to suck her clit and milk it with his lips. Her tiny moans told him she was on her way to an exciting finish, and the thought speeded up his own recovery, already nicely begun by Rhoda's expert cock sucking.

When she came, Andy grabbed her ass and held her cunt against his mouth, sucking at the hole of her twat for all he was worth as his own explosion started. He spewed out his jizz in sharp jets that seemed to drain him swiftly.

Rhoda took it smoothly, gulping and sucking until Andy let out a deep groan. Then she let her head fall aside and his cock flipped free. He let his head roll out of her crotch onto the bed.

After Rhoda's inner spasms subsided, she sat up and sipped at her drink.

"Wow! That was great, Andy!" she told him. "It might even last me until breakfast."

"It was great for me, too, Rhoda," he admitted. "But don't count too much on a wake-up quickie in the morning. I feel as if I belong in an intensive care ward. Kee-rist! I wonder if I'm the only guy who ran out of steam before midnight!"

Denise and Jack entered the Lafayette cottage quietly, but the door to Sandy's room was closed, and her mother was certain that nothing short of a major explosion would awaken her.

They built drinks, took them to the master bedroom, and turned on the FM radio while they got settled. Calypso music filled the room, and Denise lay lewdly in the center of the big bed, wiggling her ass on the sheets and tossing her pelvis in rhythmic bumps that forced Jack to stare in awe at her dexterity.

"What the hell am I doing just sitting here?" he asked himself aloud as he set his drink on his nightstand. He rolled over on his hip, moving quickly from a sitting position on the edge of the bed to a kneeling readiness that gave him a closer look at Denise's tossing torso.

"My God! The fresh little thing is winking at me!" he said after watching her pussy part its lips on the upward movement and close them as her ass sank onto the bed. "Stop the machine so I can get on board. Don't waste all that energy, Denise!"

She grinned mischievously and slowed her motion just enough for him to insert his knees between her upraised thighs. But when he tried to zero in on her bouncing bush, aiming his cock with a nervous hand, he found it impossible to slip into the enticing blossom that fluttered up and down in time with the music.

When the program announcer's voice came over the air, Denise stopped, as if unable to make her ass dance without music. Jack shoved the head of his dick into her moist hole, grabbed her butt in his huge hands, and thrust into her cunt.

"Oohhh!" she moaned. "You know how to fill a girl's needs!"

When the music resumed, it was with a slow waltz. Jack thrust into her cunt on the downbeat, used a spiral movement as he withdrew, and screwed in again on the next downbeat. He waltzed into her for several minutes, enjoying the slow fuck as he felt her juices ooze more freely around his cock.

Then another waltz, timed just a fraction of a second faster, allowed a slight increase in his strokes. He got her tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading them, pinching her nipples occasionally on the downbeat. Denise was whimpering and writhing considerably as her thrills increased, and her own tempo began to make itself known.

She thrust up to meet him, but her eagerness and the inner rhythm of her quickening pulse did not match the precise drive he was using – still following the waltz beat.

The next recording was "If I Were a Rich Man", from Fiddler On The Roof. It was strictly a novelty instrumental arrangement, and Jack speeded up to follow the inspiring beat.

After the introduction, Jack's virile baritone voice teased Denise with a parody, for as long as he could think up the words fast enough. "If I were a cocksman… duh-duh-dee-dee-duh-dee-di-dee-oh…"

Many a man would have sounded comical, singing as he fucked. But there was something about the earnest expression on Jack's face and the purposeful gleam in his eyes as he screwed her beautifully in perfect rhythm, that excited Denise more than ever.

And there was great excitement in the way his huge cock filled her twat to full capacity – or so it seemed – every time he shoved it into her frothing hole.

He gave up singing, merely grunting in bestial joy with the thrill of plumbing her deep sheath at each charge. But the savage, lustful sound of his grunts, in perfect tempo with the music, managed to stir Denise as nothing ever had before. She felt a rare, primordial strength and lust fill her supercharged body, and she began to moan and sob at the sensations that threatened to explode within her at any second.

"When I come," she threatened, panting and moaning between quickly uttered phrases, "I'm gonna… swallow you up… in one big… OMIGOD!" Her body tensed and quivered, then spasmed wildly as the potent orgasm seized her.

Jack, feeling his cock being nibbled by her swallowing cunt, knew he was done for in a matter of seconds. He bored into her with a desperate lunge and let go his load, shooting spurts of his hot semen against the innermost walls of her spasming tunnel.

When he had emptied his reservoir, his hands released her tits, and he straightened up to study the fascinating sight of her dying climax as it worked its way with her.

Her belly muscles shivered and rippled and her arms and legs twitched at random intervals. She was breathing so heavily and so rapidly that her tits were not still for a second, jiggling and quaking to her inner rhythm.

She kept wetting her lips with her tongue, and rolling her head from side to side. Her eyes were tightly closed all the while. And when the very last twitch, ripple, shiver, jiggle and quake had ended, her eyes opened. She looked at him and smiled weakly.

"I don't know… what made it happen… the way it happened," she panted. "But one like that… is about all I can stand… without flipping my wig!"

Jack pulled his dick out of her overflowing hole and eased down to lie beside her. He felt spent, but the intensity of Denise's orgasm had been rewarding to watch and feel. He had the impression that, if she were willing to tackle it after a few minutes, he might just be able to revive his sleeping cock and repeat the performance.

He took a hearty swallow of his drink, wondering how best to fill the time between now and the moment both of them were ready for another fuck.

The breeze whipped the curtain, flipping it far out into the room, and Jack glanced at the window. The moon was not full, but it was bright enough to take a walk around the lake.

"Let's take a moonlight stroll, Denise," he suggested. "It might pep us up to walk for a while." He swung his feet to the floor and stood up, looking down at her.

"If it doesn't freeze us first," she replied. But she got out of bed and slipped into a short robe before following him. It was cool outside, especially when the wind blew. But the breeze was fickle, coming and going at random intervals. They walked at a good pace, going from the cottage along the beach to the north end of the lake, then across the bridge over the creek, and southward along the west shore. When they rounded the southwestern comer, they stopped in the shelter of the bushes and small trees that grew there, so Denise could squat and pee.

"Let's take a quick dip while we're here," Jack said. He strolled past Denise's squatting form, hearing the foamy sound of her piss bubbling into the sandy loam, and went up to the bank of the lake. It was about two feet from the water. The depth, he knew, was almost fifteen feet at this wide end of the "harp" of water.