Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"I have an idea he's doing pretty good," Denise said with a giggle as she pretended to back away from Ross. He was advancing toward her with a pronounced leer. "I saw Shelley go into the trees at just about the spot where Andy's fishing."

"Well, then he might end up doing a little Shel-fishing. He won't be the first husband to come back from a cat fishing trip with a memory of more pussy than catfish!"

He had cornered her, right where she intended, at the hall door that was near the bedroom. He took off her apron and gave a low wolf whistle.

"How can Andy think about any other kind of food, even at the table, with eating stuff like that around?" He pulled her to him tightly, feeling her tits stab him warmly, the nipples like firm little berries that refused to be crushed.

"Wait, Ross!" she cried, pushing him away. "Thanks for the pretty speech, but before we do anything else, let's put the ice in the freezer. Okay?" He reluctantly slacked his embrace and let her get her breath. He picked up the bag of cubes and she showed him the ice-cream freezer in the corner by the porch door.

After he had packed the unit with ice and rock salt, Denise took over. When she had the motor switched on, she looked at the clock. Then she smiled at Ross.

"Now, where were we when I so rudely interrupted us?"

"Over there by the door," he replied. He stepped toward her again, his semierect cock swinging jauntily. She ducked through the doorway and into the master bedroom, where he caught her beside the bed.

She laughed melodically, let herself topple to spread out on the opened sheets, and lay there looking up at him mischievously with her uniquely violet eyes. Her glossy brown hair lay around her head in a soft halo, and its matching bush was a curly enticement between the gleaming satin columns of her thighs.

"Now I've got you!" Ross whispered. He licked his lips as he knelt by the bed, put his hands on her ankles, and lifted her legs high, spreading them apart so he could look directly into the wetly shining flesh of her gash as he made it widen.

Her knees went up as she drew her feet to her, then fell apart to split her furrow even more widely open to him. He groaned at the quivering femaleness of her fleshy cunt and nosed into the warmth of her crotch.

The sweet musk of her woman smell made his nostrils dilate hungrily. He breathed it in, blew his breath on the wet surface to stir it up and release still more of the delicious scent, and inhaled it again. He growled deep in his throat, then licked into the gash greedily, running his tongue over the slick flesh on the inner sides of the hairy lips.

"Yes," Denise whispered. "Now you've got me… right where I want you!" She moaned with passion as sensations tingled gloriously through her cunt and belly. "Eat me, Ross darling! Eat me like you did the last time… slow and wonderful!"

Vaguely, he recalled their last encounter in detail. He knew it had been thrilling for him; it always was with Denise. But how had he eaten her, specifically? Usually he played everything by ear; sex was better on impulse than by plan or scheme. Well, he would have to feel his way again; he at least had the clue that it had been a prolonged feast!

He took his time, letting his tongue trail over the surface of her box quite slowly, rather than tiring its muscles with tense maneuverings. Denise's gentle whimperings told him the technique was effective, so he continued it as he covered every nook and convolution of her pulsing quim.

She was oozing copiously, the sweet, musky scent filling his mind as he gathered its essence and carried it into his mouth. He grew impatient for a moment and placed his lips over her swat, then gave a good suck to gather all he could, letting his lips close inward to carry still more, like a circular squeegee.

Then he let his tongue wander upward and find the neglected little tip of her clit. It thrust proudly out to him, firm and erect in its little cloak. He twitted it and Denise moaned loudly. Her ass moved as its muscles tensed and relaxed with the thrill.

He twitted it again, then slid his lips over it and moved them in and out, milking the miniature cock within its soft robe. A quiet little cry came from Denise, and he felt the quivering of her thighs against his cheeks.

"Oh Ross! Some little sucks… please!" she begged. Then he remembered how he had excited her so much before. He kept his lips around the captive clit, applied suction, and made the little shaft come outward, sliding slickly in its cloak. He released it and it popped back into hiding.

"Yesss! Oh, God, yes!" she whispered, then began to moan constantly as he repeated the process. It was a sexy bit, even from his end. The little clit was forced by suction to make short fucks into his lips. From her end, it must have been divine, the way she was whimpering and uttering soft squealing sounds.

Ross missed only the joy of gathering her juice, and he kept thinking of it trickling away just below his mouth. Subconsciously, the thought made him hurry to get back to his honeypot. He began to milk the little clit faster, and each suck brought her closer to her finish.

She suddenly cried out as spasms shook her. Ross hung on to her ass, determined to keep her from bucking his mouth off her cunt as she convulsed. He slid his lips down to her hole, fucked into it with his tongue, then began to suck all around her quivering snatch as she twitched and jerked and uttered moaning sobs of joy.

Her biggest wave of passion slid her cunt out from under his mouth, and he gave up the game to wait out her completion. As he saw her thighs close on the wet bundle of her snatch, his cock reminded him that it was awfully dry in the open air. It ached to screw its hard bulk into that sloppy nest, to bury itself to the limit in that convulsing sheath with the hairy mouth!

By the time Denise stopped writhing on the bed, she was on her belly. Her buttcheeks twitched faintly every so often, and her fingers – clawing into the sheets during her most frantic moments – began to relax.

Ross could wait no longer. He had to get into her. He leaned over her to grab her, but impulsively detoured to lick into the crease between her lovely buns. The cheek muscles jerked and Denise moaned. He stabbed his tongue into her contracted asshole and she squealed.

He laughed and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed. When he had her so that only her upper torso was supported by the edge of the bed, he propped her legs on the floor and thrust his hard, searching cock into the gaping, soupy maw of her cunt.

Her hole seemed to reach for him, so easy did he find the insertion. And as he shoved into her cunt, there was a swallowing by her tunnel that drew his prick into her hole immediately. He could feel the juices marinating his cock as he hit bottom.

With a sound that was almost a growl, but also like a laugh of triumph, he began to screw her. It was effortless. He rode on oiled surfaces all the way, feeling her every quivering wrinkle as he plowed inward, then feeling her wet brown curls clinging to his as he pulled back.

He screwed with short little fucks at times, trying to get the feel of a certain part of her tunnel as it surrounded his knob. Then he would use long drives to plumb her entire swat. Either way, Denise was voicing her enjoyment all the time. When he had to speed up for his finish, she sensed the end, and as she anticipated the joy of receiving his hot creamy gushes, she began to come again, too.

Her fresh claspings brought him off right away. He burst out a veritable cannonade of semen shots, and she gasped with the warm joy of the injection. Both of them felt it fill her tunnel and bubble out around their sloppy connection.

They came apart quickly and crawled onto the bed to rest. It was only after they began to feel almost dry that Ross thought to look at the bedroom clock.