Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

Creaming copiously, both of them began to moan and sob with ecstasy, their mouths parting from the dribbling twat as each had to abandon everything while the orgasmic waves rolled high and hard.

They lay gasping on the blankets for a few seconds before they realized that the thunder had moved closer. It was louder now and they could see the lightning flashes reflecting among the dark clouds that had accumulated overhead.

"It's going to rain like mad," Rhoda said. "Don't you love to sit inside and look out at the rain?"

"Yes. It's going to be cozy in here, if it doesn't rain into the mouth of the cave." Shelley frowned a little as she spoke.

"It shouldn't," Rhoda observed. "The winds from the west or the southwest, I think. But let's pull the blankets back a ways, just in case!"

They got up and pulled their heavy pallet of four Indian blankets toward the rear of the cave. They were crawling back onto them, facing the cave mouth, when they heard a low, deep growling behind them.

They both froze, although shivers were running up their backs, and their knees would have knocked if they had not been supporting their weight on hands and knees.

The growling stopped, and they envisioned some beast leaping through the air at them. Yet they were afraid to turn and look behind them. It was the sniffing sound and the soft whines that followed it which gave them courage to look over their shoulders.

He stood at the bottom of the crude steps that led into the cave from the boulders above, his lean, powerful body tensed as he continued to sniff the air toward them. The white coat was obviously thinned by the summer's heat, but it looked glossy and surprisingly clean. He appeared to be about twenty-eight inches high at the shoulders, and his general characteristics seemed to be those of a German Shepherd. But the long snout proclaimed a hybrid strain, bred from a collie or – they shivered at the thought – a wolf!

"It's… it's… it's the one!" Shelley managed to say in a whisper. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty.

"Yes," Rhoda agreed. "Whatever we do, we mustn't spook him! Remember the woman he attacked? If we don't try to fight him, he probably won't hurt us. He can't even tear our clothes… we aren't wearing any!"

"Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone. "The worst we can expect is… rape!"

The beast was whining almost steadily and he was advancing slowly, cautiously, toward them. They dared not move at all. Finally his muzzle was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and the moist, black patch of his nose moved very slowly into the crease between her curvaceous buns, and his tongue lashed out to taste the flavor of her asshole.

She squealed softly as thrills rippled through her, and the beast growled at her. He whined again and dropped his nose to sniff under her crotch. His whines became more impatient at the scent of her female heat.

His long tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed to go wild. He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering as he tasted her. Shelley whimpered, too, but this time the animal did not scold her with a growl. He was too excited with the bitch-scent that stirred his pulse.

Rhoda, watching from the sidelines, had let herself slowly down onto the blankets in a sitting position. From her vantage point, she could see the long, red rod of the animal's cock jutting out of the fur on his belly. The end of his prick was a conically tapered curve that seemed to twitch and change its pointing direction, as if it were a fingertip.

Shelley, desire-maddened by the exciting cunt-licking, had tilted her hips and pelvis to thrust her cunt back toward the stimulating tongue. Now, the animal rose up on his hind legs.

"Brace yourself!" Rhoda whispered. "He's going to fuck you!"

Shelley felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm, moist point of the beast's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole.

She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside.

The beast hunched again, and Shelley felt his cock snake into her cunt. As it plowed into her hole, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the whang he was feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big man.

Now he began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath rapidly. Shelley was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat – several degrees warmer than human flesh – and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her box.

Above her, she could hear him panting loudly, with occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the comers of his mouth and dripped from his tongue, dropping onto her back. The feral smell of his coat was a constant reminder to Shelley of the bestial nature of her attacker, and it seemed to heighten her excitement.

"Oh, fuck it, doggie!" she moaned, feeling the heated thrills increase inside her with every passing second. His prick slid in and out of her snatch with rapid strokes, making a slushy sound in the strange acoustics of the cave.

Shelley's ass was moving, helping with the action as she sought to swallow as much of his meat as she could get inside her cunt. Her steady whimpering convinced Rhoda that it must be great, and the brunette was panting with passion as she sat there envying her friend. She was getting so excited that she had to shove a pair of fingers up her cunt and thumb her clit as she screwed herself.

"He's coming in me!" Shelley whimpered. "Oh, Rho! His cum's so hot!" She moaned loudly as she began to climax. Her ass shivered and ripples appeared under her skin at various points as her muscles tensed. She shuddered through the orgasm, but the animal kept humping away on her, driving his hard prick in and out of her convulsing sheath.

"Oh, God!" Shelley whispered. "He came in me, but he's still hard… and still fucking!" She moaned, wondering how much she would be able to take.

The very thought of what Shelley was experiencing had Rhoda so worked up that she now brought herself off by hand, gasping and grunting through her minor climax. Then she tried to pull herself together, realizing that almost anything could happen after the beast had satisfied his sexual instincts.

She remembered that she had food in the hamper nearby, and began thinking about what to offer the animal. If he got his nuts off and was given food, he would not be likely to harm them. And she would have to get the food from the hamper now – while he was fully occupied with Shelley; later, he might misunderstand her movement for an act of aggression.

When she opened the hamper, she thanked her guardian angel for inspiring her to throw in the barbecued chicken that was in the refrigerator; and since it was an afterthought, it was on top, in its foil sack!

She managed to get it out without making any racket, holding the foil bag gently as she set it on the stone floor beside the blankets. Then she turned back to see what was taking place.

"Rho! He's coming again!" Shelley cried. "It's so hot… and my cunt's about to explode! Ohhhhh! Here I… GOOOO!"

She jerked to the rhythm of another orgasm, but the beast still kept screwing her with his hard cock. Then, as her spasms weakened, the canine prick spurted again, jetting hotly into her depths. She cried out at the added stimulus, feeling her convulsions regain their intensity.

Rhoda watched as the beast slowed his tight fucks, then withdrew from Shelley's cunt. He dropped to all fours and turned to look at Rhoda, suddenly suspicious and on guard again, now that he had spent his lust.