Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

She was still convulsing when he slid the messy head of his cock into her gasping lips. She smelled the faint scent of her own cream, and more potently, the pollenlike odor of his semen. The spasms seemed to quicken within her as she sucked the wet tip into her mouth.

The familiar semen flavor made her excitement rise higher, and she began to milk and suck at the semisoft shaft. Quickly, it hardened and swelled, and she crooned happily as it filled her mouth and throat.

Her suction was good, but her nods were none too enthusiastic. She was still too weakened from her double climax to milk his prick effectively with the motion of her bobbing head.

Tom took over, fucking into her mouth as before, making his balls fly against her chin with wet smacks as he thrust into her throat. Her thickly ripe lips, so enticing before, now excited Tom even more as he watched them form the moist rubbery ring that slid and rolled as he fucked past them.

Like a freshly painted bright-red donut, her lips clung around his shaft as he moved it. The donut would almost be driven inside out as he stroked inward, then pulled away from her face as his withdrawal distorted her cheeks in the suction she had developed.

"Oh, Shel, baby!" he told her. "Your mouth is sweet… so sweet! Keep sucking, honey! I'm going to give you a big load! Have to feed my sweet-lipped Shelley!"

Then his balls tensed and his groin tightened as his asshole contracted snugly. He felt the flood coming on strong and suddenly.

"Drink, baby, drink!" he yelled. Shelley gulped as the first blob struck the back of her throat. Then she was swallowing for all she was worth as the deluge came.

Shelley had sucked off cocks before and after being fucked by them. But she never had a more plentiful load shot into her mouth before, and certainly not after. And the power of his delivery was fantastic. She had thought she could handle anything that came out of a prick, but this was unexpectedly much!

She choked, and jizz flew out to spatter Tom's balls and groin with white speckles. His last few jerking spurts, delivered while her mouth was open, hit her palate. These she caught as she recovered, swallowing again as she caught her breath.

Spartanlike, she not only sucked him dry and licked his knob and shaft slick and clean, but used her tongue and lips to gather the drops she could find on his balls and groin and belly.

When she lay back, licking her lips and staring up at him with a satisfied grin, Tom again felt a compelling affection for those moistly full, ripe lips. Even at that moment, he could have stuck his cock back into her donutlike roundness and fucked off another load. But he thought the next round should be the lady's choice.

"What would you like now?" he asked her.

Shelley's eyes grew large and round. They seemed to be bluer, brighter than before.

"You mean… you're ready to go again?" she asked.

"With a short breather," he said, nodding and smiling.

"Lie down and let Shelley hold you while you breathe," she said. "And when I feel that marvelous machine getting hard again, I'll tell you what I'd like!"

Tom eased onto the grass beside her. Shelley turned onto her side so they could lie belly to belly. She took his cock in her hand and lovingly placed it in her crotch, sliding it into the soupy mess of her box. Then she closed her thighs to hold it there.

"We females are inclined to be greedy when we find a man who can deliver the way you do," she told him, caressing his back with gentle fingers. "Don't let too many of us take advantage of you. Fuck when you feel like it, suck and be sucked when it pleases you, but don't burn yourself out to please us."

She felt his cock begin to stiffen between her thighs, the knob moving around in her juicy cunt as if looking for the hole.

"But I'd be grateful, Tom," she continued, "if you'd ram that wonderful whang up my ass. It'd be something to remember… all three openings stuffed with the same cock and filled with the same cum… in a period of less than an hour!"

Sandy looked at her mother, then at the two men sitting in the living-room chairs, then at her father behind the bar. She looked back at her mother again.

"You say I must be taught something. Will you please tell me what… and why?"

"We'll see if you learn the lesson. It may not be necessary to explain if we're successful." Her father had a strange look on his face; it was halfway between the sort of expression worn by both Durward McNally and Jack Cartwright, and the one her mother wore. It seemed to be a mixture of lust, compassion and unhappiness.

"Well, let's get it over with, then," she said boldly, though she felt anything but confident, not knowing what lay ahead of her.

Her mother took her hand and led her to the unoccupied chair near the center of the room, then made her lie over the big arm of the chair; her pussy pressed into the heavy slip cover, and she hung there, feeling foolish and slightly humiliated.

She was past the age of paddling, she had thought. What could they have planned for her? She felt something wet and cool being smeared into the crack of her ass. Her mother's fingers worked at the tight wrinkles of her asshole, probing and twisting until one entered her painfully.

The finger turned and twisted inside her bung, then was pulled out with the same miserable sensations. Another blob of the stuff was rammed past her stubbornly protesting asshole muscle. Again the finger waggled about, then withdrew.

She knew when her mother stepped back, and when her father stood there. Nothing happened for a moment, then her father said something too low for her to understand. It sounded as if he had said, "Warm it up for me, Denise."

There were wet, fleshy sounds that Sandy identified as perhaps someone being sucked off. There was a grunt or two, then she felt pressure at her asshole again. Oh, shit! she thought. More of the same. They want to humiliate me for some reason. If I could make my asshole relax, it would be over with quicker, and with less discomfort.

She strained and felt the muscle respond, opening her asshole. Something a hell of a lot bigger than a finger had been pressing at her rear door! It popped past her winkie and rammed painfully up her rectum, almost splitting her ass in two.

"Arghhh!" Her scream rang in the room, and she felt two hands grab the cheeks of her ass. The terrible fullness entered her farther, and she cried out again. Then once more, and she knew with a sudden certainty that a cock was buried to the hilt in her ass!

She was shocked to hear her father's voice in her ear, for it could only mean that he was the owner of the brutalizing cock. She obeyed his command, knowing that she dared not refuse to cooperate, and soon she found herself sitting on his lap, still impaled on his prick, as he sat on an armless chair near the bar.

"Come on, Dur!" he said. Durward approached them, his cock jutting out hard and stiff as he walked. Andy leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, one to either side of the seat. Then Durward spread her legs, pulling them upward, and laid the head of his cock in her cunt, wedging the tip into her hole and shoving hard.

Before she knew it, Dur's prick was buried in her cunt and Jack was moving a her stool up beside the overloaded chair. He sat on it, legs straddling the seat, his ass barely perched on the edge, and his rigid cock pointing out right at her face.

"Take it!" her father growled. "Start sucking him off!"

She twisted her head a little more and grabbed the meaty knob in her lips. Jack moaned and fucked into her mouth with short but ardent strokes. At the same moment, Dur began screwing her cunt.

Groans of misery escaped through her nose and around the wet ring of her lips. Dur's drives forced her brutally onto the impalement of her father's cock, emphasizing the terrible fullness she felt in her asshole, rectum and bowels.