Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

Like a glove full of warm oil accepting its owner's hand, her sheath encompassed him. He slid his prick up the tunnel and felt it undulate around him as her excited cunt muscles swallowed at the welcome meat.

"Oh, Dur! Fuck me fast and sloppy!" she yelled. Her maw had already begun to pound up at him, taking him in great gulps that worked at his cock with cannibal-like greed. The lubricant soaked his whang like saliva in the avid mouth of her cunt.

He drove back at her, forcing her ass down onto the bed with merciless power as his crotch mat battered into hers, mingling their hairs and splashing her cream all over his groin and belly.

The room echoed a composite of sounds. There was the steady, muffled pounding of their padded pubic bones, the wet suck of their withdrawals, and the grunts and gasps they emitted in their mad frenzy to out fuck each other in what had to be a mutual desperation.

Durward had his hands on her tits, working at the udders and nipples with every finger and thumb. Her legs gripped him, holding them together as he fucked into her, leaning over her sweaty body with his sweatier body, aware of the drops that fell from his hairy chest to splash on her belly.

"Empty your balls, Dur!" she cried in a panic as her body's reflexes took control away from her. He felt her start to slide away from him as her legs – which locked them together – stiffened out in the throes of orgasm.

He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. Then he uncorked the biggest load he had shot off for years. It gushed into her cunt in angry blobs of cum that wouldn't quit; he felt drained, and still he was coming powerfully, forcing the overload out from around his plunging prick.

He leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed at either side of her. She was panting so hard her tits heaved as if they would be launched into space. Her sweat and his had pooled in her navel; and her entire body, as much as he could see of it, shone as if it were oiled.

Her cunt kept convulsing and he let his cock marinate in their mixed juices, too exhausted to withdraw. But there was powerful inner satisfaction as he continued to lean over her, panting just as hard as she. He had turned her on as few men could, he knew; his self-confidence had never been greater.

Realizing that he had created a subconscious feeling of competition with his son, he grinned to himself and pulled his cock out of Rhoda, then lay down beside her. When he stopped panting, he indulged himself in a laugh.

"Dur? You're not flipping, are you?" Rhoda asked in a small voice.

"More like unflipping," he told her. "I really had myself buffaloed a while ago, envying Tom his youthful potency. After this boiling fuck, I'm convinced that I'm still quite a cocksman!"

"You've got this girl convinced, too!" Rhoda assured him. "You not only turned me on, but you stayed at the controls until you got the job done – with whistles and bells!"

"Right now, my whistle's too soft to blow, but if my 'bells' could ever ring, they ought to sound out loud at any moment; God knows they must be dry enough to rattle around in there!"

"Don't you believe it!" Rhoda protested. "I'm a little proud of my sexual prowess, too. And I'm going to show it off by blowing your whistle and getting another big load out of that bull's bag of yours. Just as soon as my cunt stops jumping around, that is!"

"The way it was going when I left it, Rhoda, that might be sometime next week. But don't rush it on my account. My pappy always told me a mare should be cooled down slowly, and the stud that served her, too."

"I know. I was born on a farm, Dur. With the mare, it's more to make the fuck 'take' so she'll foal. We're not after the same thing here."

"Yeah, but if you're not careful with the stud, you might lose the use of him for a while. Can't overwork a good stud, you know!"

"Okay. I'll be a good scout. I'll wait a whole fifteen minutes before I attack you."

"Thanks a lot!" he said, groaning. "Why didn't I realize long ago what a considerate doll you are?"

This time the smell of hot wet pussy and the sounds of fucking had no effect on the white dog. An hour before his arrival at the cabin, he had come across a woman sunbathing in the nude down the beach.

The woman had been startled by his growl, and she had stood up fearfully.

He circled the woman, snarling every time that she looked like she was ready to run. His prey had tried to talk to him, using soothing words. But the gentleness in the tone of her voice didn't dissuade or diminish the urge that the odor of her cunt had sparked.

Tentatively, the woman bent over and slowly reached out for his fur. Her hands trembled as she slowly stroked the nape of his neck.

"Nice, d-doggie."

The dog growled when she retracted her hand. Quickly she resumed the smooth affectionate strokes across his manes to his glistening flanks.

The dog turned his head, sniffing between the woman's thighs. The rich aroma of cunt, not as tangy as the pussies that he had sniffed on the beach or at the cabin but just as powerful.

"N-no, doggie. N-nice doggie."

As long as her hand was gently stroking his fur, the animal felt safe and secure as he nuzzled into the woman's crotch and licked the lips of her dry cunt.

Once the woman tried to break the contact, but the dog growled, his teeth displayed fiercely; then the hand came back to his neck and ran down his spine.

He licked borne more, each swipe of his tongue capturing more wetness from the woman's cunt. Her pussy became moist, and the woman, though reluctant to take her hand away, opened her legs slightly. The shift in position allowed the dog's tongue to penetrate into her wet cunt, tasting the meat deep in her pussy.

The dog seemed to be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of her cuntmouth. The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. The woman opened her mouth wide and gazed upward unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.

"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whispered in an unbroken stream.

The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he transferred a tongue-full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the effect was a weird delicious kind of fucking for the woman.

Her pussy contracted in slow powerful waves and her body tensed to the rhythm of his lapping tongue.

When the dog extracted his tongue, the woman pleaded with him. "Don't stop! Not now, doggie."

His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.

"Oh, please! Doggie, do it some more!"

She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh and she sprawled on the sand. A moment later, the dog moved his other paw to the other side of her waist. He clasped her in a manner that seemed a little like a man seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her cuntmouth and began pleading again.

"Please, doggie! Stick your tongue into my cunt!"

The dancing point of his tongue settled in the ring of her cunt and began to bore inward.

As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that the dog was no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts. She stared unbelievingly.

There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog cock that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she override her body's response to the entering prick. She clutched her ankles and forced them apart. The heavy dog cock surged in. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her hot wet pussy.