Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"Oh, drink it, Dur!" she crooned, running her fingers through his hair. "I've got so much for you! Suck it up, lover!"

He licked and sucked at the hot pussy flesh, then plunged his tongue into her glory hole, fucking it in and out several times as she gasped and whooped joyfully.

"Eeee!" she shrilled, coming so quickly that it was past before either of them had time to react to it. But it was a mild climax, and she held his head there while he bit at her clit and gave it a few fast sucks. She whimpered constantly, fucking her ass upward to cup her cunt over his mouth as he ate her.

Then she really came, crying out as her body jerked and bucked on the bed. Durward had to bail out, leaning far backward to keep out of her way, for her legs kicked and her arms flailed at the covers as the sensations shook her to the core.

When she calmed down, the sheet was soaked with her cream. Durward grinned and shook his head as he regarded her wryly. Her lovely blonde tresses were wildly disarrayed, and her tits quivered like gelatin topped with cherries as her breathing made them jiggle steadily.

"Blondes may not have more fun," he said. "But I challenge anyone to find a female who's more fun to have fun with!"

"Thank you, Dur," she said. "God gave me a healthy body to enjoy, and I hate waste!"

He looked at the cherry tips of her boobs and saw that they were still bright red where he had nibbled and sucked so potently.

"Was I too rough on your titties?" he asked. "Those nipples are certainly inflamed!"

"No. Not at all! Oh, they tingle, yet, but that only makes them tougher and healthier. I almost come when you suck them like that. It makes them breathe for days afterward. A man can't guess how good it feels!"

"I guess not. And a woman can't guess how good it feels to shove a stiff prick into a juicy snatch like yours and fuck it full of cum!"

"I know how it feels from this end," she assured him. "And that's what I'm dying to feel right now!"

He leaned over her face, dangling his throbbing hard-on above her lips; she squealed delightedly and took it in her hand, grasping it gently.

"Throw a couple of fast sucks at it, will you, Shel?" he asked. "It's almost too damn hard to use, the way it aches. Sucking your juicy twat really stiffens that thing for me!"

She polished the brightly purple knob with her tongue, then slid the mammoth tube past her wet lips and sucked at it avidly. Durward groaned as the vacuum pulled at his rod, but it felt as if the swelling had reduced somewhat.

Whether it was real or imaginary, the remedy seemed to take care of the situation. Durward pulled it away from her just as she was ready to forget being screwed and going after his load in earnest.

"You can lunch later," he told her. "I have a pussy to choke with this load!"

He climbed into the vee of her legs and she lifted her thighs. He set the tip of his dick in her gash, slid it into the winking hole of her cave, and gave it a mighty shove.

"Yes!" she gasped. Her ass was working around on the bed before he had it all buried in her hole. "Oh, plow my cunt with that thing, Dur!"

She screwed him with a greedy grasping that took his cock into her cunt up his balls. Then they started thrusting at each other. It was an even match. Durward wanted to shove his cock into her so deep it would come out of her mouth, and Shelley was so hot she lusted to be torn up by brute force, wanting to engulf his huge prick in her and have it explode its sticky wealth into the smallest cranny of her body.

They fucked with a feverish haste, and it seemed that the longer they screwed, the harder and meaner grew Durward's erection and the steamier and more clasping Shelley's twat became.

The sweat spread out between them, making their bodies slide at every contact. Shelley's juices oiled them both, covering their bellies, crotches, and thighs. There were gruntings and gasping and moaning as they struggled together.

Shelley had reached a high level of excitement, but she could not seem to make the last step that would lead her to the blessed relief of total orgasm. And Durward was just as desperate to help get her there before he lost control.

He plunged into her snatch fiendishly, feeling that he must certainly disembowel her if he plowed into her belly any more forcefully. But she only whimpered and gasped and begged for more, struggling to reach her goal.

Then she thought she was on the way. She started a series of grunts that made moaning sounds at the end; the tone rose, making her utterances sound like questions.

Sweat poured off Durward's brow and dripped on her tits, and still she continued her weird wailings. He remembered his ill-advised use of the rubber-titted clit-tickler, when he had thought she was losing her mind as he screwed her. But this time she was not ghostly pale; if anything she seemed highly flushed.

He stroked into her quim with renewed determination; his cock was starting to feel slightly numb, he had been fucking so long. And as he was ready to give up the fight, Shelley's eerie grunting moans changed in pitch, taking on the sound of a siren.

"Mother of God!" she cried. She farted explosively, then became as rigid as if her body were made of steel. Powerful waves shook her for a moment, and she whimpered like a punished child. Then she went limp. Durward thrust his cock into her boiling hole and felt his load pump forcefully into the already juicy maw of her cunt.

He spent himself to the limit, then pulled out of her so he could check on her condition. She had seemed to collapse like a rag doll. But as he looked more closely at her, he saw that she was recovering.

It took her several minutes to reach the point where she could speak. Durward watched her wet her lips, then croak hoarsely.

"I need… a drink!"

He rushed to the bar, splashed whisky into a glass of cubes, and added a little water. When he handed it to her, her hand shook, so he held it while she took a healthy swallow. Then she lay back and smiled up at him sheepishly.

"I thought, for a while, you weren't going to make it," he told her.

"I never would have believed," she replied, "that I could reach such a high pitch and… stay there so long without… losing my mind!"

Durward gave her another slug from the glass, and she swallowed it eagerly.

"Hah!" she exhaled with a sound of satisfaction. "Another good drink like that, and I'll be as good as new again. Now, what was that about your offer to feed me lunch?" She reached for his tired, limp, tingling prick. He backed away with a chuckle.

"I believe you told me that we had all night," he reminded her. "I think I'd like to nap a little about now, or at least get some rest. You can wake me later if you want that lunch."

"If you sleep too good," she warned him, "you might miss all the fun. But I'm sure you'll wake up at the last – just as lunch is being served!"

Tom was sitting on the front porch, waiting for Sandy on the beach for their morning walk. He studied the sky and decided that it would be sunny the rest of the day; the brief shower that had passed over in the early morning had wet things good, but everything appeared to have dried out.

He heard his mother come onto the porch, and he turned to look at her. Coral was holding out a raincoat toward him. He felt a momentary irritation; he thought he had outgrown the "don't-forget-your-raincoat-and-rubbers" routine. But he relaxed when he saw that the garment was not his.

"Would you drop this off for Dur?" she said. "And thank Shelley for me. If she hadn't insisted on his wearing it home this morning, he might have caught pneumonia. That was cold rain while it lasted."

"Sure thing, Green Eyes," he said, taking the raincoat from her and giving her a kiss. "You won't forget peanut butter while you're at the market?"