Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

Their lips met, opened, slithered together. Their tongues began thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted with increasingly hot breath. Moans crept into the kissing. Now and then one of them would bite gently, nipping the other's tongue or lip excitedly.

They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross had Coral stretched out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He kissed her tits, nibbled around the firm mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and milked them.

He licked and kissed his way down her belly and into the bright rose-gold floss of her cunt hair. Her body was shaking and she whimpered and gasped as he split her cunt with eager thumbs and pressed his mouth to the hot, wet slit.

His tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and massaged them tantalizingly. He let the tip of his tongue contact the peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.

"Oh, Ross! Give it a few sucks!" Her voice was desperately eager, and he seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.

Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to its base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle, back and forth, back and forth. Coral began to moan loudly as the thrills became unbearable.

He switched again, surprising her with another suck that made her clit seem to swell to double its normal size. She groaned as if he had hit her in the belly with his fist. Her thighs gripped his head firmly and her ass nibbled at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in reflex.

"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of a tremendous orgasmic wave. He felt the quiverings of her cunt as the inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the faint gurglings as her juice was squished around in her convulsing cunt.

He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she moved her thighs to tear his head from her crotch. He got out of the way and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes where it had been mussed by her legs.

Coral lay still, moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to race through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her feet down onto the bed. But she kept her eyes closed for several minutes.

"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?" she said. "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!" Her eyes fluttered open and their green depths seemed to be burning hotly, with little flames of brighter green flashing at him.

"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. "And I'm ready for the next step." He grinned, arching his eyebrows in a Satanic leer.

"Stinker!" she said. "If you were in my place, would you want me to give you a breather?"

"Okay," he conceded. "Golden Rule prevails. But I'm so eager to shove my cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise how long I'll wait."

"Wellll…" she hesitated. "You can stick it in me whenever you want. Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay? And try not to touch my clitty. It's hot enough to melt!"

Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt. It was still slavering from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of drooling at the thought of eating his cock. The mental image made his prick throb so hard he groaned.

"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled. "The way I feel right now, when I stick this thing in you, I'd better work fast. I remember the way your cunt feels. You're so slick and warm and busy in there, it almost milks me off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"

As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his glans, and knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that could be set off at any moment.

"Oh, Ross!" she cried. "Punch that thing into my hole! I can't stand the thought of losing any of your hot cum. I want it spurting into my womb!" Her thighs spread open to him and he gave a sharp cry as he knelt between them and laid the wet knob of his prick in the fluttering entrance of her steamy swat.

"Coral… baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into her hole. It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic wrinkles aside and expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of his cock in a single, controlled thrust.

Her heavy creaming had oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her with long, slick shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb while her cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in hungry swallowings.

"Oohhh… lover!" she moaned. "I'm having… little comes… all the time! And there's a… big one on the way!" She grunted and bucked under his determined fuckings, their sloppy connection gurgling and splatting with each stroke.

"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and tighten every muscle in her body. "Come in me, Ross!"

He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her avid uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload, then squirted his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch completely.

The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had seized her, she began sobbing with joy. Her legs and arms clung to him, as if she wanted to keep his cock inside her cunt forever. He tensed his sphincter muscle, making the semirigid shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her hole.

"Oh Ross… if they all were like this… I wouldn't care if they did… carry me away in a basket!" Tears of ecstatic joy ran down her cheeks onto the pillow. She started to giggle, almost hysterical with pleasure.

Ross grinned down at her and flexed his cock once more, swelling it against the still spasming embrace of her swat. He reached down and patted her ass affectionately.

"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the basket for a while?" he asked. "I figure I've got at least one more round left in this gun – maybe more, after all the oysters I ate this afternoon – and I'm damned if I want to try to fuck you in a basket!"

"Shelley," Durward said as the two of them entered the Ordwell cottage. "Do you happen to have any more of those oysters you fed Ross and Jack this afternoon? I didn't see them among the canapes this evening, and I wouldn't want to miss any bets when it comes to showing you a good time."

"Let's see," Shelley said, laying a finger alongside her temple and trying to look thoughtful. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "The last occasion you had to show me a good time, I seem to recall something about a clit-tickler you wore on your ding-dong. It just about tickled my clit right out of my swat!"

"No gimmicks tonight, Shel!" he promised. "I just want to hang in there and screw your little box with my own natural equipment… for as long as I can last."

"We've got all night, Dur," she reminded him. "We can fuck and suck until we're shot down, then rest and start over again."

"Let's get with it!" he urged. "The sooner we started, the more time we'll have."

Shelley led him to the bedroom, where they went into a wildly passionate clinch, mouths sucking and tongues thrusting, as they groped at each other's bodies hungrily in an urgent need to feel and taste each other to the limit.

When they were panting too much to continue kissing, they fell onto the bed. Durward sucked one of Shelley's big, firm tits while he worked at the other one with his hand. He did a lot of nibbling and kneading, then got in a few powerful sucks.

Shelley moaned, took his head in her hands, and shifted it to the other tit. She whimpered crazily as he nibbled and sucked a while longer.

When he nosed into her crotch for a smell and taste of her woman juice, she was creaming outlandishly. Her thighs were wet from the oozings, and when he parted the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt, more flowed out as he dipped his mouth into it.