Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

"What are you looking at, Andy?" Coral asked. She was gazing at him from between her upraised knees, shading her eyes with her hand. He sat where her feet would have been if she had stretched them out.

"Your pussy, of course," he replied. "You know I have to enjoy looking at it for a while when I haven't seen it for a long time." He reached out and spread the outer cuntlips with his thumbs. His eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at the wet flesh of her gash. "You're starting to get a hard-on, Coral!"

"I'm what?" Coral almost sat up in surprise.

"Your clitty's getting stiff and peeping out of its hiding place," he clarified. "Do you suppose it could smell Uncle Andy from that distance?" Coral had to giggle at his whimsy. "Well, Uncle Andy sure as hell can smell it! Damn! I can't wait any longer to taste that cunny, Coral."

He put his mouth over the parted, swollen pussy lips, and his tongue entered the moist folds to lick at the dew-covered satin of her warm flesh. Coral moaned and drew her knees farther apart. Andy thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, explored the cave for a while, then returned to the upper reaches of her box and began twitting the hard flesh of her clit.

"Oh, Andy!" she cried. "Suck it off for me!" Her ass moved on the towel, pinched the fabric between the quivering cheeks, and lifted it an inch from the sand; her cunt pressed into his mouth so snugly that his lips were forced over the firm bud. He gave it a playful nibble, then sucked.

"Yes, Andy! Oh, God, yes!" Her cry was followed by a series of steady whimpering moans as he tongued the tender tip and milked its little cloaked form with his lips.

Her legs went around his neck, ankles locked in ecstasy as she tensed her body to the powerful thrills that raced over her. Her ass rolled and jerked, seeming to float in the air as she ground her cunt into the source of her pleasure.

She came in hard, shrieking spasms, until the final one left her so shaken that she squirmed away Tom him to cool her fiery clit, fanning it to evaporate some moisture with her moving hand. Andy licked his lips, enjoying the aftertaste of her cunt, and inhaled deeply to draw her woman scent into his nostrils.

His cock was pulsing with a dull ache, and he clasped it in his hands to ease the discomfort until Coral was ready. She stopped fanning her crotch with her hand, lay back on her towel, and took a deep breath.

Andy watched her tits jiggle enticingly, then crawled into the embrace of her legs, letting his cock slide through the wet furrow of her cunt as he leaned down and sucked at her tits for a while. The thrills that sped to her cunt from her tits made her resume the dying convulsions inside her.

"Enough, Andy!" she cried. "Stick that cock in me! I'm ready to die happy."

He reared back, guided the head of his prick into the center of the sloppy furrow, and let it glide smoothly past her entrance. He drove his cock into her horny twat in a long thrust, feeling the heated contact as his balls snuggled into her crotch.

"Good good good!" she gasped. "Fuck it wobbly, Andy, like last time!"

He wiggled his ass from side to side as he screwed her, making her cunt distort with each stroke and causing a strong tugging at the cloak of her clitoris.

She hummed and whimpered with pleasure, her hands pulling at the cheeks of his ass in desperation, as if she could help him bury his cock more deeply as he drove into her snatch. "I'm… getting there fast… Andy!" she cried.

"Good!" he grunted. "I've been saving up for this, Coral. When you… cross the finish line… you win a cup… or maybe only half a cupful!"

"NOW!" she yelled as her body stiffened. Her cunt tightened on his moving shaft, and he thrust hard to reach bottom as he let go. She moaned as shot after shot of hot fuck juice burst into her hole, flooded her cunt and oozed out around their connection.

When they separated, Andy flopped down on the sand beside her. They lay there in the gentle breeze, letting it cool their hot bodies for a while.

"We've talked about it before," Coral said in a low voice, "but that was when it seemed to be in the future. Now that Sandy's lost her cherry, is she going to be a full initiate, or do you have a few qualms, now that the time is here?"

"Oh, I suppose I have the usual paternal hangups, somewhere deep inside me. But… no. She's a woman, now, and she's on her own. She's had the best training possible, so… it's up to her." He grinned wryly. "If she's anything like her mother, she's not about to let that thing tighten up for very long at a time, now that she's found out how much fun it is to use it!"

"Well, Tom's liable to keep after her for a while, but a man has to rest longer between bouts. So… she just may try to seduce one of the older hands to cure her itch. It could be quite an interesting vacation!"

"Tom's a male, but his youth gives him the edge on us older bucks," Andy reminded her. "And if I know the females in this tight little group, he just might beat Sandy to the punch when it comes to dallying with the regulars!"

It was the smell of pussy – human pussy – that aroused him from his sleep. He pawed the dirt and shook his head. There it was again, the fragrance of the man-bitch in heat, the same odor that had struck his senses when he had fucked another man-bitch.

He lowered his head and whined, then he sniffed his way to the edge of the woods and saw the humans fucking on the beach again. He watched as the man steadily fucked the woman with vigorous strokes.

Now the odor of cunt seemed to overpower him. His cock slowly unsheathed and grew erect. He lay down and licked his lengthening cock as he listened to the sounds of the man grunting as he fucked the woman beneath him.

Muscles, taut, the white dog rubbed his cock in the sand, overcome by the strong urge to mate. His prick was fully unsheathed now, the tip red just above the bulbous dog knot.

It had been a long time since he had fucked that man-bitch, and the mating urge was so strong that he began dragging his hindquarters against the coarse sand, relieving the itch that had pervaded his dog cock.

The woman's scream startled him, and he stopped and stood still, ears perked up. He could hear them talking and laughing. The dog crawled beneath some bushes and peered out at the humans on the beach. The man was standing up, wiping his cock, and pointing at the semen that was running down the woman's thighs.

The dog whined, his cock slowly retracting as the scent of pussy and semen filled the air.

Denise Lafayette was taking no chances; she had two beach towels under her, well overlapped, and among her beachside accessories were a small whisk broom and a battery-powered vacuum cleaner.

Durward McNally grinned as he watched her police up the nappy surface around her before she lay back and relaxed, adjusting her sunglasses.

Her tan was already well established, and she was using no visible lotions or oils. Only the natural satin sheen of her skin reflected the afternoon sun. Tiny beads of perspiration began to form in several spots, but Durward knew it was something else which glistened in the brown tendrils of hair that covered her lower belly and the mound of her cunt.

He had been standing near her little island of terry cloth, enjoying the rich vision of her voluptuous charms as she moved. Now that she had settled down, he was anxious to lie beside her and use all of his remaining senses to enjoy her delicious femaleness. He took a step toward the toweled area.

"Dur!" she cried. "Brush off all the sand you have on you before you get on the towel!"

He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his lower thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Then he sat carefully on the towel, held up one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain of sand he could locate before allowing his feet to touch the material.