Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

Ross was at her side in a second. He set his drink on the bar and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he put his lips on one of her nipples. He sucked the springy morsel into his mouth and tongued it. A shiver ran through her body. He sucked at the tit hungrily and she whimpered softly.

Moving to the other tit, he worked at the nipple until she was fidgeting on the stool. Her elbows left the bar as her hands moved to hold his head, pulling the welcome mouth more tightly against her tit. His hands kneaded her ass, fingers teasing the crack until she raised up to let him probe her asshole gently.

"We can do better than this," he said, pulling away and taking her by the hand. "Come on, honey, let's be comfortable." They went into the bedroom and crawled onto the sheets. Ross went for her cunt with his mouth, and she opened her legs wide to let him in.

He thumbed back the snug outer lips and licked into the pink flesh, tasting her rather bland cream and inhaling deeply in search of her heat scent. It took him several seconds to detect it, and he realized the potent flavor of the peat smoke in his straight Scotch had masked her exciting musk at first.

As he became more enthused over the womanly quality of her cream, he noticed that the quantity was increasing. The more he gathered her dew, the more she produced to replace it. And her moans were proof enough of her eagerness to have him continue lapping her cunt.

He shoved his tongue into her hole, fucked her with it until she began to wiggle her ass, then went after her clit. She gave out a little cry as he twitted it with his tongue. He nibbled it and heard her moan as her head rolled from side to side on the pillow.

With lips snugged over the firm bud, he gave it a few fast sucks, making it jerk in and out of its cloak. Sandy squealed as her torso shuddered and rocked in reflex.

Ross licked down into her cunt again, slurping up more of the generous flow, then fastened his lips on her clit once more and began to suck it in earnest. She cried out almost immediately, and her muscles all tensed, including those in the cheeks of her ass, which he gripped tightly as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole.

Her body writhed and jerked and Ross could suck only a little bit longer before the tossing motions became too violent to ride out. He let her go and crawled in to lie beside her while she finished her orgasm.

"Nice!" she whispered when she was calm enough to think more clearly. "Very nice, Ross! Thank you."

"Thank you, Sandy!" he insisted. "Your cunt is very sweetly exciting to eat." He sat upright and looked down at her. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes! That's put me in the mood… beautifully!"

"Let's try it with you on your hands and knees for a start," he suggested. She got into position and Ross helped her move her legs just right so he could knee up close to her. He felt the coolness of her wet mahogany curls as he put the tip of his cock into her crotch.

Then he parted her lips with his fingers and nosed his knob around to get it centered in the entrance to her cunt. It was snug, but her juices still flowed heavily, and he rode into her twat for the first few inches on a generous coating of lubricant.

She whimpered a little as he continued to drive his prick onward, but her sheath had started to become accustomed to getting fucked, and it expanded smoothly as his cock filled her more and more, until he felt the end of her cunt with the tip of his prick.

"Ross!" she said in a frightened voice. "You're in me… awfully far!"

"This position has certain advantages, Sandy," he told her. "You'll have to try them all before you know which you like best."

He started fucking her, moving in and out of the snugness of her box with care, for he was tremendously excited to be in her young pussy, and the tightness threatened to bring him off unless he took it slowly.

His hand reached under her, found the connection between them, and located her clitoris. He spread her excess juice over the tiny bud and began to toy with it as he stroked into her cunt. Sandy whimpered and gasped as the thrills began to build all over again.

Ross experienced something he had forgotten for a long time. Sandy's sheath was so tight around his prick that when he withdrew between strokes, the lips of her cunt seemed to pull outward, their flesh clasped around his shaft tightly. It added to his sensations by providing constant friction over a large portion of his cock.

"And your cunt is a delight to fuck, too!" he told her as he fought to maintain control.

"Fuck me harder, Ross!" she cried. She had discovered that she liked the feel of his knob pounding the end of her tunnel, and she wanted him to batter it brutally.

He fucked into her with merciless power, and she grunted at each stroke, then gasped as he pulled back for the next, her twat clinging to him as his wet shaft slid rearward.

Ross could feel small claspings now, as her cunt muscles reacted to her rising passion. And her ripping fingers as he teased her clit and the edges of her outer lips.

"I know, Ross… I know!" she cried. "The third time… is heavenly! Oh, screw that… lovely cock into me… hard!"

He fucked into her with the force of a battering ram, and she moaned and whimpered constantly as her excitement mounted. Juice was seeping out all over as flesh slid against flesh wetly, and Ross was pounding the end of her spine with his pubic pad, feeling the impact at each fuck.

The joyful feel of her hot, wet cunt became too much for him; its snugness milked away the last of his control and he began to spurt into her cunt as he rammed home for the last time.

"Oh, that hot cum!" she shrieked, and her body began to shake under him as she climaxed powerfully. He flooded her while she gurgled and groaned and bucked. Her cunt squeezed his rod every few seconds after he had finished. It milked him dry, yet he hated to pull out of her delicious steamy nest as long as the claspings continued.

Sandy had let her arms relax, and her weight was supported on her head and knees in tripod fashion. When Ross finally withdrew, she fell on her side and lay there, oozing onto the sheet and gasping between quiet moans.

He left her alone for a while and came back with their drinks. She propped herself on an elbow and took several swallows, then looked at Ross with pleasure-swollen eyes.

"And there are women who actually accept money for doing this!" Her tone of disbelief or amazement amused Ross. "Why, it's the greatest thing there is! Once a girl gets her pussy used to being stretched, it's nothing but joy!"

"You can't blame the professionals in one field for earning their bread, unless you blame them all," Ross told her. "There are whores who like their work, and those who don't – just as there are people in any field who work only for money, and those who choose a profession they like. Might as well enjoy what you do for money, if you can swing it!"

"It would be a tempting career for me," Sandy confessed. "I know there's such a thing as enjoying your work, but this would be a loving delight!"

"The occupation has its disadvantages, Sandy. I'd advise you to do some pretty thorough research before seriously considering it as a career. Some other time, I'll give you one of Professor Ordwell's illustrated lectures. You'll find that, among other minus factors, the variety of demands your clients make on you can be quite upsetting at times. Not everyone gets his kicks the same way, you know."

"I don't care," Sandy said recklessly. "Fun is fun. And I think sex is the most!" She set down her drink and pulled herself over to where he lay. Her hand seized his cock. "I really enjoy everything about it. Let me drink your cum, Ross; I'm hungry for it!"

She took his cock in her lips and began to suck and stroke it. He grunted at the contact, feeling the strain of his tremendous ejaculation, but her mouth was so gently sweet and warm that her actions began to soothe him.