Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"Shouldn't you be starting to think about that ice cream?" he asked.

Denise raised her head and listened to the sound of the motorized unit. It did not sound very labored to her; the contents had to get a lot stiffer yet.

"It's like a cock, Ross," she told him. "It has to get stiff before you can enjoy the cream."

He groaned, and she turned to look at him questioningly. He wore a pained expression.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I just imagined how painful it would be to come if my cream were that cold and stiff when it came out!"

"I'm just as thankful as you are that it comes out hot!" she told him. "I can enjoy the flavor better that way. Damn! Now I'm getting hungry for it. Ross… Ross?" She leaned over his crotch and licked at the smeared shaft of his prick.

"Could you manage to control your appetite for a few minutes?" he asked. "Like that cream in the freezer, mine can't be hurried. It takes time to manufacture."

"Can't be hurried, huh?" she said doubtfully. "I'll take that dare!"

She slipped her mouth over the limber cylinder of his cock and began to work at it slowly, her violet eyes bright with anticipation. Ross groaned and lay back in surrender.

He could hear the sound of the ice-cream freezer as its motor began to labor, and knew that the stuff would soon be ready. His own motor felt as if it were laboring, too. But he thought it would be a long time before his stuff was ready.

And then Denise began to use her educated mouth more effectively. As the seconds passed, Ross realized that the condition of his own mechanism was only one factor. The motor that was bringing him to completion was Denise, and she was running at full speed!

"Denise, baby!" he cried hoarsely. "Those sweet sucks are doing it! Ohhh! Take it, doll! Drink it up!"

He gushed for her like a primed pump, shooting his load into her hungry mouth in ecstatically painful spurts. She emptied his balls, then sat back and smirked, licking her lips.

Ross groaned at the weakness that assailed his guts. He looked up into the violet eyes. "I'm shot!" he told her.

"What you need is a dish of ice cream… for strength," she said. He let her pull him into the kitchen, then groaned again at her next words. "Oh, first, you have to turn the freezer by hand a little!"

Jack Cartwright and Coral McNally were on their way back from their shopping trip. They had the station wagon filled with supplies, items on the four lists they had taken with them. The next shopping trip would fall to another swapped couple.

"I've often wondered, Jack," Coral said as they neared the Harp Lake area. "Where does Diamond Creek go after it leaves our property?"

"Well, after it flows through the lake, so to speak, it snakes out to the west – that was it flowing under the little bridge we crossed a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact."

"I thought it flowed into town – into Fall Creek."

"Diamond Creek and Old City Creek both flow into a common waterway just above the town, where the falls are. From there it's called Fall Creek."

"So ours… little Diamond Creek… why, it must not be very long. It appears from underground just outside our property!"

"That's right. Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flows through – excepting our paradise, of course?" Jack turned onto a side road and picked up speed for a while. Then he took a narrow dirt road into a grove of willows and cottonwoods.

He pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping willow which hid it from the road. They got out and walked across the grass to a secluded little clearing. The creek ran past the edge of it, splashing softly against its gravel banks.

"This is perfect!" Coral said. "If our own place wasn't so ideal, this would be great for a picnic."

"So, let's picnic!" Jack said. He quickly divested himself of his shirt and trunks, glad to be out of the beach suit he had been forced to wear in town.

Coral slipped off her halter and shorts, then her thongs, as Jack shed his shoes and socks. They walked through the cool grass, enjoying the sensuous tickling of the soft blades on their toes.

Coral stopped abruptly and sat in the emerald carpet, her strawberry-blonde snatch gleaming like a fuzzy jewel in the green setting. Jack looked down from above her, saw her bright tresses blowing around her head in the breeze, her jaunty tits thrusting up their rippled noses at the sunlight, and her warm belly pulsing invitingly with the movement of her breathing.

He fell to his knees and took her in his arms. Their mouths came together in common hunger, tongues lancing out to enter the exciting wet warmth. There were sucks and thrusts and nibbles for several minutes. Then they gave up kissing as their hands and bodies became busy.

Jack bestowed little kissing sucks on her tits, then nibbled over her belly, tongued her navel, and slid his face into her gleaming bush. Her thighs swept aside for him and he breathed her female dampness, smelled the peculiarly Coral smell of her where the smells were all woman – devastatingly female.

He kissed the pouting edges of her pussy lips, feeling the silky softness of her cunt hair on his lips. Her gash fell open as his tongue probed into it, slithered through it to taste her musky flavors.

"Mmmm!" she hummed happily. "Lick it, Jack!"

He lapped up the moisture, ran his tongue over her cunt until there was not a spot he had not covered. Then he tapped gently at her pee-hole, probed into the larger cave of her cunt, slid his tongue up to her clit, teasing it gently.

"Oohhh! Pull it, Daddy!" she moaned. "Grab it with your lips!"

He nibbled the tiny shaft, pulling at its stiff form gently as Coral whimpered and rolled from side to side in the grass. Her asshole was stuffed with the cool blades and she wiggled to make them tease her rear more while Jack ate her twat greedily.

"I'm getting there!" she cried. "Oh, Jack… I need some of those little sucks… get me, Daddy!"

He got her. His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub, milking it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she started to stiffen and jerk. He got his mouth over her hole and sucked at it just as she raised her ass upward, tearing a small tuft of grass out by its roots and dangling it under her until she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell back on the ground.

She rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits and her hands balled together at her mouth. She lay there, gasping and shivering through her final spasms, as Jack carefully lay down behind her.

When the tension seemed to have left her, he nestled as close to her as he could get, coming up from below her ass with his cock, and slipping its tip into the wet, hairy petals of her cunt. She whimpered and tilted her ass backward as she felt it, and he got the head into her hole snugly.

"Oh, Jack," she whispered, excited at the novel approach. "This is going to be a good fuck!"

He thrust into her, getting his prick all the way up her tunnel in a single shove. She brought her thighs down, to help make a tighter vise so his dick could not slip out of her snatch so easily. Then he gave the connection a trial run.

"It feels as if… you're fucking me right… in the ovaries!" she gasped as he thrust firmly into her as far as he could. It was a good position for penetrations, he knew; almost as good as one of the hands-and-knees positions for rear entry.

Her cunt was good and juicy, and she was still hot from the fever of her orgasm. It was a thrilling package of twat to be screwing under any conditions, but Coral's cunt was now like a new kind of pussy to Jack. Its temperature, lubrication and position were ideal, and he had to fight to maintain control, so excited did the feel of the glorious sheath make him.