Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"Nice doggie!" she said in a low, pleasant tone. "Are you hungry?" She moved her hand toward the foil bag, and the beast growled warningly. She put the hand back down beside her and sat there, wondering what to do, if anything.

Shelley was lying face-down on the blankets where she had collapsed the moment the animal dismounted. She was moaning softly and gasping for breath. Rhoda could not count on her to help for a while.

The animal moved closer to Rhoda, again sniffing the air, and she received the impression – as if it were a telepathic communication – that the beast was still thinking about sex. She wondered if she should just lie back and let him do as he wished, or would she be better able to defend herself, if necessary, from the same position that Shelley had been in?

"Shel!" she called out softly. "At least keep an eye on him for me!" Carefully, Rhoda got into the all-fours position. The animal growled twice as she moved, but not too loudly. And when she was in place, her delectable ass uptilted and her pelvis thrust back and up to present him with a vulnerable target, he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up to nuzzle the black hairs around her dripping snatch.

She had done the right thing! Of course. To him, she was a sexual object – a strange kind of bitch – when she was on her hands and knees, offering him her asshole and pussy to sniff, like any peaceful-intentioned canine!

He slithered his tongue into the offered gash, lapped loudly at the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his tongue. Rhoda felt tingling electric thrills spreading out through her belly and cunt.

"Ooohh! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Rhoda's soupy cunt all you want!"

And he did lick at her twat for quite a while. She guessed that he was giving himself time to renew his supply of semen; the way he was gobbling her gash, he certainly was still interested in fucking!

He lapped her snatch so thoroughly and so long that Rhoda came while he was still licking her. He felt the shivers of her body, brought his tongue out of her box with an upward lash, then gave her spasming asshole a quick licking before he took his muzzle out of her crotch. Then he mounted her immediately.

"God, Rho!" Shelley gasped, looking at the spectacle from where she lay on the blankets. "Did you get a look at that juicy red cock?"

"YE-ESSS!" Rhoda's voice jerked and grew louder as the hot, wiggling tip of the prick searched around in her wet cunt and slid into its rightful hole. "I could see the tip and… part of the shaft from… where I was." She was gasping as the meat swelled her cunt more and more.

"The knot!" Shelley yelled suddenly, remembering what they had been told by a friend with a sex dog. "Don't let him get that knot inside you!"

"Oh, shit!" Rhoda moaned. "I think it's too late. There's a hell of a swelling just inside my cunt!" She whimpered at the tight feeling of extreme fullness in her hole. "Whatever happens, Shel, don't let him try to pull out before that swelling goes down. He's liable to tear my cunt out!"

"Rho, honey, he's like the pet gorilla. You let him do anything he wants! Just remember, don't you get panicked and try to get free before he decides he's through! Getting hung up is bad only when one of you gets panicked."

"How come… you didn't get the knot… stuffed in you?" Rhoda gasped as the big prick worked in and out of her slippery swat.

"I don't know. Maybe he didn't shove it in me far enough to risk a hang-up. He wasn't sure then about us, and maybe wanted to be ready to pull out in case he had to fight."

"Shel! Oh my God!" Rhoda cried. "He's got… the tip of it… curling up into… my uterus… and… HOT CUM!" she squealed as the fluid spurted into her womb.

Shelley watched as Rhoda's body weaved around. The blonde held her breath, realizing that if Rhoda passed out and toppled while the animal's knot was in her, painful damage could result. But the brunette recovered her balance, steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned steadily as the beast humped her with his short little fucks that seemed to stir her every passion.

"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a little as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy with the potency of the thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me… some more spurts… of that cum!"

"Doggie" moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and Rhoda was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit the end of her tunnel like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation started her on an orgasmic trip.

The rigid prick continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the support of any of them!

The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and his slaverings drooled down onto Rhoda's back steadily as he fucked desperately to get out his last shots.

"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Rhoda whimpered. "It's scorching my cunt!"

"Scalding, maybe. You're too wet to get scorched," Shelley said, observing the wet ooze and drippings that came from the brunette's crotch, where the beast's white-haired foreskin snuggled into the black hairs of her steamy cunt.

"I can't hold my… self up much longer!" Rhoda gasped.

And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of him. It shot into Rhoda's cunt with seemingly hotter-feeling potency than before. She cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled around as if she were a marionette, her torso suspended from a string while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging body.

The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly diminishing in size, but still too swollen to pull free of her cunt hole – itself swollen with the engorged blood of her sex flush.

They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her hole, it sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Rhoda's and the beast's. The stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down to lie with her belly on the blankets.

Shelley watched as the animal sat down on the stone floor and licked his cock. The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and sniffed the air, then went to the foil bag and tore at it with his teeth.

He peeled back one side of the sacks then picked up the chicken in his jaws and carried it back into a dark corner at the rear of the cave.

Shelley could hear him eating as Rhoda began to stir on the blankets. The blonde crawled over her to her friend very slowly.

"How do you feel, Rho?" she asked.

"Like a busy whore who never lets the customer come first!" Rhoda raised up on an elbow and peered around her. "Where's our fair-haired fucking machine?" Her voice was filled with anxiety.

"Back there in the dark," Shelley assured her, pointing into the rear corner of the cave. "He's wolfing down your chicken. I don't think he'll be too eager to run away."

"Why? What makes you sound so sure? I know this is probably his den, but he is a… wild… whatever he is… dog… wolf… wolf-dog. He could even chase us out of here, now that he's through with us!"

"In the first place, Rho, I'm sure he's not as completely wild as when he came into the cave and surprised us. And I doubt that he's through with us… not for good. Otherwise he wouldn't be eating a few yards away from us. He could have gotten rid of us before he started to eat his meal… or during it!"

"You're right!" Rhoda conceded, shivering as she imagined herself attacked by those brutally sharp teeth. "And the way it seems to be raining, he'd have to be pretty stupid to leave a dry, warm cave full of cold food and hot fucking!"