In the space of an hour, the character of the surf underwent a complete change. The long, even swells continued, but short, choppy waves built up, riding the backs of the smoother swells. Instead of beach-length crests, the newly forming pattern presented peaking seas that produced a chaotic jumble of individual breakers. The height of the waves increased with incredible speed, until some looked the size of a large building to Myra.
She and the dog had worked their way almost to the south end of the beach, at least a mile from the path, and she discovered belatedly that the tide had been coming in. A low, sheer ledge of rock extended outward toward the surf between her and the path, and she saw that the water had risen enough for the foam to be heaping itself on the outer tip of the ledge.
"Hey, Soldier! We'd better head back! The waves will be breaking on that ledge pretty quick." She felt no alarm; she was on a wide part of the beach and could easily wait out the tide, but she felt no enthusiasm over a wait of three or four hours. Still, she felt no need to hurry, and she stopped several times to examine some stranded bit of sea life she had previously overlooked. She was amused at Soldier's growing restiveness and got down on her knees twice to hug and reassure him.
She was still some distance from the ledge when the first breaker rode up its tip. The sudden heaping of the water and the height of the spume awed her.
"Good God, Soldier! We'd better not get caught by one of those!" She ran then, suddenly realizing that there was no remaining period of grace.
But they had waited too long. In the few minutes it took to reach the ledge, a train of higher waves reached the beach. Every one of them crashed on the ledge, piling up and roaring inward along the sheer sides with tremendous walls of spray shooting into the air. At the ledge, Myra realized at once that she had no chance of climbing up the face; there was am overhang she had not noticed before. Irritated at herself, she turned away and prepared to wait out the tide.
She was puzzled by its behavior, however. She had visited the beach frequently while at Pulsegate, and she had had some opportunity to see how the tides came and went. Not once had she seen the water line advance as rapidly as it was doing this day. The looming clouds boiled and rolled so fast that she could hardly help suspecting a connection between the oncoming storm and the extra vigor of the tide. When that thought occurred to her, she grew alarmed. If the storm could make the tide come in that much faster, it might also make it pile higher; she might not be safe as she had assumed.
Soldier's behavior furnished additional fuel for alarm. He was distinctly uneasy. He prowled from water's edge to bluffs and back repeatedly, and he growled frequently at the ominous front of the storm. The thunder was rumbling almost continuously, now, and an occasional sharp clap seemed to jar the dog's nerves severely.
The rising tide drove Myra and Soldier back toward the bluff. With only a few yards of dry beach left, the edge of the storm reached them. Rain began explosively; huge drops pelted her, then were replaced by torrents of hard-driven downpour. In an instant, she was drenched. To her horror, the onslaught appeared to give new impetus to the tide, and as she pressed against the foot of the bluff, foam lapped at her ankles.
Soldier took matters into his own jaws. He caught at the hem of her skirt and tugged at her. With evident agitation, he coaxed her to follow him. Hopefully, she raced after him. The big dog showed considerable unhappiness, but he slogged along the base of the cliff with an air of knowing where he was going. Within moments, he was scrambling over broken rock toward a low ledge.
The wind, having come with the rain, shrieked along the face of the bluff and whipped at Myra as she clambered onto the tumbled rocks. Her skirt rose to stand out from her waist like a flag; and horizontally driving raindrops stung her naked thighs like shotgun pellets. She bit her lip and doggedly struggled toward the ledge.
Soldier gained level footing and stopped, waiting anxiously for her. When she joined him, he whirled and slunk along the ledge. They rounded a projection, and Soldier ducked into a deep crevice. Myra steeled her nerves and plunged into the gloomy passage behind him. If the tide rose much further, she told herself grimly, it would flood the recess and trap them like rats. But they obviously had no chance of survival on the beach.
A few yards in from the entrance, the passage widened abruptly; a dimly lighted cavern lay before them. Although the passage itself had been free of sand or debris – she wondered if it had been scoured clean by earlier storm waves – great heaps of dried seaweed lay along the walls of the cave. The floor of the cavern was covered by sand, but light filtering from above revealed that it consisted of a series of broad, steplike ledges leading upward. She raced toward the back, hoping to find a tunnel or crack leading toward the upper plateau. No such escape appeared; overhead, a broad shaft opened to daylight. Rainwater was cascading down one side of the chimney to collect in a stream at the foot of one wall of the cave. Except for that trough at the wall, the floor of the chamber was dry.
Soldier pressed against Myra's leg. He wagged his tail and looked up at her, then backed away and shook himself. The spray that flew from his coat reminded her of her own soggy condition. Immediately, she began to feel uncomfortable and clammy; her clothes clung to her with the disagreeable chill of wet synthetics.
The air was still unseasonably warm, and none of the wind penetrated the cave. She could strip and let her clothes dry while she waited out the storm. But she suspected that Soldier would interpret nakedness as an invitation to a resumption of his recent sexual exploits.
The thought sent a sharp thrill over her and made her crotch feel suddenly tight. Her excitement level was still high, and she remembered the sensations from her encounter with the dog pleasurably. Although the pleasure came back clearly to her, she found that she could recall none of the specific feelings that made Soldier different from a human, and the realization annoyed her.
"I wonder," she mused. "How about it, Soldier? Was it all that good?"
She could reinforce her decision to scrap old taboos no more forcefully than by deliberately permitting him to mount her again. They would have absolute privacy for some time, and a boring wait would be aggravated by the discomfort of her wet garments. Even while she pondered the matter, her desire for sex rose. The dog looked more powerful to her than she had realized; his haunches bulged with reserve strength and drive, and his forequarters seemed to have been designed broad and deep for the purpose of hugging a mate to his belly.
As if sensing something unusual in her study, he faced her with forepaws widely planted, head cocked, and an inquisitive expression in his eyes.
"Oh, what the hell!" she exclaimed loudly. "Why not? Come on, Soldier! Let's fuck!" She raised her voice in defiance of the frightened inner voice that shrieked at her to reconsider.
The dog whimpered eagerly and shifted his weight from foot to foot when she unzipped her skirt. She kicked off her sandals while she was working the clammy material over her hips. Pushing the skirt off her legs, she stepped out of it and dropped it to the floor. Soldier showed visible signs of inability to contain his interest; he surged two quick steps closer and whined deep in his throat.
For a moment, Myra hesitated as to which item should come off next. If she wanted to complete her undressing before the dog lost control of himself, she probably ought to leave her panties on until last. On the other hand…
She decided abruptly. With a fluttery sensation in the pit of her stomach, she thrust her panties off her hips and struggled to get them off her thighs. Soldier was upon her. As her pubic hair appeared, he jammed his nose to the space between her thighs and butted with a peremptory jerk of his head. She laughed and pushed his muzzle aside. Handicapped, she fought to remove the panties with one hand, but when they reached her knees another demanding thrust of Soldier's head drove his nose against her pussy. She gasped and flinched violently. Her knees jerked apart, ripping the flimsy garment into two ragged pieces. The remnants of the panties slipped to her feet, and she planted herself with feet widely apart while she fumbled at the fasteners on her blouse.
Soldier ignored her efforts. He nosed at the exposed flesh of her twat and began exploring it with his tongue.
Myra's teeth chattered. "G-g-good God, Soldier! I didn't think I'd ever forget how good that tongue could make me feel! But, oh, it's better than I'd dreamed!"
Her hips worked spasmodically, jerking backward when the brute touched a spot that was too sensitive, and swaying toward him when his lapping failed to produce sufficient pleasure. Her fingers shook, but she finally managed to get the blouse loose. She dropped it and worked at her bra, which came free with surprisingly little trouble. Naked, she clasped her hands at the small of her back, bent her knees, and gave herself up to the excruciating delight of Soldier's tonguing.
Hot waves of excitement poured through her. Goosebumps spread over her body. Her nipples swelled and hardened, and thrills of pleasure chased up and down her spine. Her pussy felt as if it were writhing under the delicious urging of the broad tongue, and a gnawing desire welled in her belly.
Knees forward and out, she bent backward deeply. Her belly protruded, muscles quivering, and her boobs tilted toward the ceiling. She let her head hang backward while her shoulders twisted from side to side. Her breathing was labored, and involuntary groans of happiness bubbled from her lips. Her hips had grown more agitated; they jerked back and forth in a strong, rapid rhythm, jerking her pussy into Soldier's muzzle, then withdrawing it.
Soldier seemed somehow to approach the activity in a different spirit from that he had displayed before. She told herself she was imagining things – that her perception was different this time. But the feeling persisted that the dog was taking a more personal attitude. He sounded and acted as if he were sharing a highly enjoyable adventure with her, rather than treating her like a convenient and helpless toy. He seemed to respond to her reactions; when she uttered an especially strong moan of pleasure, he repeated whatever act had triggered it, and when she seemed to quiet, he shifted his line of attack.
At length, her rising excitement and the strain of the position overwhelmed her. She sank to the ground, lying on her back with her knees parted and elevated. Soldier gave no evidence of disapproval; he lowered his head and continued his licking without interruption. She had felt her labia swelling and opening. She had felt a succession of warm surges inside her cuntmouth and knew that she was oozing pussy-juice. The delicate membranes of her vulva throbbed fiercely, and each stroke of the patient tongue made her feel as if a jagged file were being lightly drawn across raw tissues. She pressed the heels of her hands to the sides of her head and shook herself slowly from side to side, keeping pace with the surges of excitement that coursed inward from her cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhh! Soldier, baby! What you're doing to me!"
She felt she was nearing a point where she would have to have his cock. She could lie on the edge of one of the shelves where her cunt would be at the right height above the next lower. But the image failed to satisfy her. That had been the format the night before, when she had only halfway appreciated what was happening. Today, she was proclaiming a new self. She had knowingly started this game with the dog – had quite literally offered herself to him. It seemed to be significantly symbolic that she yield to his natural mode of mounting. When she could no longer restrain herself, she decided, she would roll over and push herself onto her knees; she would find out how it felt to be a bitch under her dog.
But that was going to bring on a finale too rapidly. She wanted somehow to prolong the enjoyment. She felt such a tremendous amount of affection for the dog that passive compliance seemed inadequate. Not only had he chosen her as a companion instead of any of the others, but he had almost certainly saved her life on the beach. She was rewarding him, in a sense, but her role seemed too cold and inactive to her.
As she let her affection flow forward in her mind, an irresistible impulse seized her. She squirmed into a huddled ball and grabbed Soldier's ruff in both hands. Hugging his head to her breasts, she rubbed her face on the soft fur between his ears. Soldier jerked backward and twisted, apparently intent on continuing his feast. She wrestled with him, joyously attempting to maul him while he tried to shrug free. But he seemed suddenly to get the idea.
He gave a mighty shake and dislodged her. He bounded away, then hurled himself at her. Catching her with his shoulder, he bowled her over and landed astride her sprawling body. Butt in the air, he lowered his forequarters to press her to the floor with the weight of his chest. She pushed and wriggled, but she was helpless until he voluntarily released her. Like a cat, she rolled to the side and scrambled to her feet. Instantly, she threw herself on him. Her arms encircled his neck and she thrust against the sand with her feet in an effort to throw him off balance. Like a bulldogged steer, he lowered his shoulders and flung his head from side to side. She felt her grip slipping and was suddenly hurled clear.
She tried again to gain her feet, but Soldier pounced on her as if she were a mouse. He knocked her down and stood back to study her. She laughed, convinced that his expression was one of amusement. Recovering her breath, she attempted to rise. But Soldier rolled her once more. For a time, she persisted; eventually, she realized that she was making no progress. The next time Soldier approached, she contented herself by merely hugging him. He whined happily and submitted to her caresses.
Her knee brushed the hardness of his cock. Like an electric shock, a deeper sense of devotion seized her. She let go of his ruff with one hand and closed her fingers over the bulge in his sheath. Soldier's playful contortions ceased. He stood stiff-legged, back arched, and quivered while she gently stroked the sheathed base of his cock. He had sported a partial hard on, perhaps six inches of red dick protruding in a relatively stiff condition. As she tenderly worked her hand on the bulge, his shaft grew and emerged into view. It hardened and straightened until the edge of the coupling knot appeared at the front of the sheath.
A violent tremor of excitement paralyzed Myra. "Oh, dear God!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "Oh, God, honey! I want the feel of that cock in me! I want it so badly!"
She placed her other hand on the ground without releasing her grip on the dog's hot cock. Raising herself to her knees and supporting herself with the one hand, she sidled next to Soldier, her shoulder against his and her hip touching his side. Cautiously, she edged her ass under his belly and lowered her shoulders. He merely continued to tremble for a moment, his body rigid and motionless.
Then, hesitantly, he lifted his forepaw and rested it on her back. She immediately squirmed beneath his chest and allowed his foot to slip off so his forelegs straddled her. The big dog hesitated no longer. The change in his behavior was so abrupt it created the impression he had been consciously giving her the option of initiating action. As she let go of his cock and elevated her butt, he raised both forepaws from the floor and clasped them on her waist. His belly rode her ass and the point of his cock touched her cunt.
She shuddered with anticipation. Her mouth was unbearably dry and her belly churned. She swallowed and let her head hang, her hair tumbling over the floor.
"Ohhh, honey!" she whispered. "Oh, Soldier, honey! Stick it in! Go ahead and fuck me!"
Now that he clutched her to him, she recalled the way his paws had raked her sides. She held her breath and let him jerk at her. Knowing that he planted his rear feet well apart when mounted, so that there would have been plenty of space between them for her legs to be together, she nonetheless placed her knees far apart and let her calves rest against the outer sides of his paws. She felt the vigorous working of his legs as his haunches surged back and forth. The point of his cockhead jabbed repeatedly at her distended twat, poking at the sensitized membranes and coming continually nearer the center. She had felt that dancing approach the night before and watched it applied to Leanne and Bonnie during the morning. But it felt entirely new, and fascinated her now.
Her slowly oozing fluids lubricated the surfaces of her inner labia, and when his cock struck them, it slipped toward her cuntmouth as if on skids. The sudden filling of her open rim brought a gasp of pleasure to her lips. Involuntarily, she thrust backward to secure the preliminary alignment. Soldier seemed to have the same desire as she for maximum enjoyment, for he paused briefly with the tip inserted into her cunt and its sloping sides plugging her rim. They were both so quiet that her rim sensed the pulsing of his cock and transmitted heartbeat thrills through her.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed hoarsely. "Omigod, that's good!"
Soldier whined and twitched. The tiny movement made his cockhead sink a fraction of an inch deeper, wedging her open a little wider.
"Oh, now, Soldier! Now! Ram it home!" She felt as if her throat were parched and her cunt a vacuum. The ache of desire throbbed in every fiber.
Soldier reacted to her harsh demand. His haunches drove forward and his cockhead plunged into her, rudely stretching her cuntmouth and pushing apart the spongy walls of her vagina.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed with vast pleasure. "Fuck, honey, fuck!"
Again and again, his haunches drove forward. With each thrust, his cock seated itself more deeply in her passage. She felt the weird sensation of stiffness bottoming against elastic membrane and the weirder one of inner stretching. And a moment later she felt the hard pressure of his knot at her cuntmouth. Wild with excitement and eagerness and afraid his knot might swell too fast to get inside her, she flung herself back on his cock and drove her cunt over the swelling. As if it bad gulped the knot, her cunt tightened behind it to squeeze the base of the magnificent cock.
Soldier pumped. His haunches established a smooth fucking rhythm, and his forepaws swept her back and forth in the same beat. She thought incoherently that it was a little like masturbation as if he were merely sliding her up and down his shaft the way a man might use his hand. But the notion died as quickly as it had been born. The whole nature of the action was too intensely personal for such an idea to survive. The great dog's belly scraped her ass and the bristles of his sheath stabbed cruelly into the quivering membranes that lined her inner labia. His cock churned her guts delightfully. Her boobs bounced and her hair writhed on the sand. She felt her arms weakening; with a happy sigh, she sagged to her forearms and let him jerk her lower torso back and forth as she rubbed her ass against his belly.
"Soldier, honey," she murmured as she pressed her lips against one arm. "Soldier, honey, it's better than I remembered. It's better than it could possibly ever be!"
The powerful blows rained on her upturned twat. Pleasure washed outward from her cunt until her butt and the inner surfaces of her thighs pulsated with it. Her slender body flopped in his brutal grip, tossed unmercifully but jerking with joyful response to every vicious surge. His cock plunged within her, and the entrapped knot battered at the inside of her cuntmouth with every backward lunge of the forceful haunches.
Myra choked back sobs of sheer pleasure. She bit her lips to quiet the ones that swelled her throat. And as her excitement rose, her instinct toward quiet dwindled. At last, she was uttering a lusty scream at every blow and babbling nonsense in between. She no longer cared that the cave echoed and magnified her shrieks; the wordless bellows that the walls flung back at her merely heightened her sensitivity and multiplied her enjoyment.
She made no effort to hold back her orgasm. When her passion seemed suddenly to race ahead of her reason, she swung her hips from side to side and precipitated the onslaught. Her shrieks gave way to a long, undulating yell.
Soldier's only response to her new rigidity and the milking contractions in the walls enclosing his cock was an increase in the force of his fucking. He swept her harder against himself and slammed her cunt onto the base of his cock more savagely. His forepaws clamped more tightly on her waist and his coarse hair scraped her ass more fiercely. But the deeply plunging strokes of his cock continued without break and his haunches continued to snap in and out.
Myra's orgasmic spasms subsided. She hung at the threshold of climax, every fiber a sensual nerve that his fucking aroused. She felt her eyes bulge and knew her mouth hung open. Her tits rubbed on the sand and her forearms were raw. She prayed silently for the strength to remain at her present level of excitement – to avoid becoming numbed by the incessant, driving thrusts. And she welcomed the abrupt eruption of her second orgasm.
When Soldier finally began his climax, hugging her tightly on the base of his cock and letting his cum ooze into her, his vibrating tremors generated her third orgasm. She accepted the new frenzy of lust with regenerated enthusiasm. She dug her toes into the sand and levered her knees into the air and drove her ass higher. She scrubbed her inflamed cunt on the wire-stiff bristles and felt the taut edge of his sheath enter her cunt. The ridge along the center line of his belly gouged her ass crack and threatened to scrape her bloody. But every sensation heightened the intensity of her climax. Convulsive spasms twisted her beneath the tightly clinging brute and staggered him. But the warm gush of semen continued, and his fierce vibrations robbed her of the power to move, so that she became rigid and helpless – a mass of pulsing flesh anchored on his buried cock.