Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"I think that's about the way he's figured it out," Shelley agreed. "You know, if we came here often, bringing food and plenty of wet cunt for him, he'd gradually become dependent on us… that's the way to take him!"

"It'd be a shame to change him… a wonderfully wild fuckster like that," Rhoda said.

"Not much chance of changing his fucking habits," Shelley explained. "Who wants to! But we have almost three months to get him used to trusting humans. Then it will be easier to take care of him. Have you thought about what might happen to him after vacation is over and we leave the area?"

"I see what you mean, Shel. He could get hit by a car on the county road, even starve this winter… unless he were tame enough to trust humans to feed him."

"Exactly. I've been thinking, and came up with a few ideas. Suppose we move about slowly and quietly, put out all the food he might be interested in, then leave him a blanket he can make a nest out of. If he lets us leave safely, we'll come back tomorrow or the next day… same time, I suppose… and bring him more food…"

"And more fucking!" Rhoda said excitedly. Then she winced at the tenderness of her cunt muscles, exhausted from their numerous contractions around the darting dog prick. She still felt swollen where his knot had been lodged in her. "If we can take it!"

"I don't think we'll find it hard to recruit pussy if we need help," Shelley said, grinning. "If you were told about a wild lover with a record-length tongue, a big juicy cock that could squirt right into your womb, and the ability to come three times before pulling out – still with a hard cock – would you stop to ask his name and age before getting in line?"

"Come on, Shel," Rhoda said, already feeling revitalized with the exciting memory of the described experience. "Let's get started."

Slowly, calmly and quietly, they began to prepare for leaving. Their "host" looked up from his meal several times, but made no move to leave his chicken carcass.

When they started up the steps with the cooler and hamper – they had decided to leave all the blankets, since they intended to bed down there again – the beast whined softly as he watched their legs move in the dimness of the crude stairwell.

The long tongue lolled wetly in his open mouth as he panted, and his tail was wagging slowly until they disappeared from view.