The water eventually receded from the cavern entrance. Soldier had recovered from the second fucking and was already showing new interest in Myra, but he was doing so in a half-hearted manner that suggested he could be dissuaded. Myra touched her clothes and withdrew with distaste. The oppressive heat had dissipated and the material was clammy and cold. She decided at once that she would not subject herself to the torture of wearing them.
She buried the remnants of her panties in a pile of seaweed and spread her shirt and blouse and bra on a boulder near the rear of the cave. Then she turned to Soldier.
"Come on, honey," she remarked. "Time to go!"
He pressed his muzzle tentatively against her crotch, but when she pushed his head away he made no protest. They returned to the ledge outside the entrance and surveyed the beach. The sun was low in the west, its rays illuminating jumbled masses of debris the storm waves had cast ashore. The tide had not gone all the way out, but the finger of rock that had trapped them was once again out of water and a narrow strip of sand showed beyond the end each the surf receded. Myra and Soldier set out without delay. She felt a little self-conscious about the fact that she was wearing no clothes, but amusement won out over embarrassment as she considered her sexual exploits of the past twenty-four hours. When she reached the house the sun was disappearing and the clouds which had brought the storm were dwindling in the east.
She let herself in at the kitchen door in the hope that the others would be clustered around the fireplace at the other end of the huge room and would not notice her until she could slip upstairs and dress. She had no such luck.
"Jesus Christ, hon! Where…" Rocky's exclamation died in his throat. "What the hell! Your clothes!"
"I got caught by the storm. You can get trapped on that damn beach!" She omitted mention of Soldier.
Ward gave her a curious look. "Fact is, you get a real tide and that beach is a Goddamn death cell! How the hell did you get away?"
"Death cell?" She felt that was over-dramatic.
He shrugged. "A good high tide covers the whole damn thing. Surf pounds right up against the bluff. And nobody could survive that." He still studied her with a perplexed expression creasing his features. "Good thing you got trapped near the path."
"I didn't. You know that arm of rock that stretches out from the bluff?"
Ward nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, I was wandering way down the beach beyond that when the storm came in. By the time I realized how fast the tide was rising, it was too late to get around the end."
Bonnie gasped and exchanged glances with Ward, "But there's no other way out! Come on, Myra!"
"You didn't know about the cave. There's one down there. And it runs uphill inside, so the water doesn't fill it."
"Good God! Where!" Everybody clamored for details. Someone even asked how she had chanced to discover the opening.
She ignored that question and described the cavern itself. "So I was soaked, and it was real warm in there. I undressed so my clothes would dry, but they were still clammy when the water level went down. And here I am, naked as a jaybird with all of you asking questions."
Rocky came to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "You're pretty damn lucky you found that cave," he observed. "I've walked the whole length of that beach both directions, and I didn't have any idea there was a cave. Hon, you could be a corpse down there right now!"
His voice conveyed the depth of his emotions. She leaned against him with a thrill at his display of concern. Sometime she would tell him how Soldier had led her to the safety of the crevice, but not this night. She suspected such a revelation would lead to too much accurate guessing.
"I feel awfully conspicuous," she said. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed."
Before Rocky released her, he whispered to her. "Just a skirt and blouse. You're it, as soon as we've eaten."
"Me! No fair! What about you guys?"
"How about tomorrow morning? We all took a vote while we were waiting for you."
"Oh, you bastards!" But the prospect gave her a fierce tingle of pleasure, and she ram to the stairs. "Hurry up and get supper on the table!"
She showered quickly. Afterward, she dabbed perfume in strategic spots and put on a halter and a short skirt. Fair or not, she was delighted to know that they intended to make her it in the evening's game.
They had taken her at her word and had the food on the table when she got back downstairs. The atmosphere seemed charged with excitement; everyone ate rapidly and silently. Leanne and Bonnie refused Myra's help with the dishes.
"You spend a few minutes relaxing, sweetie," advised Leanne. "By the time you get through tonight, you're going to be grateful you had a few minutes of quiet."
Myra shivered in spite of herself. Leanne's tone made it obvious they had not only selected their victim but planned the game. When she retired to the fireplace and sprawled in one of the chairs to soak up heat from the cheery blaze, the men's glances reinforced her impression that she was in for a strenuous experience.
When the dishes were done, the other two women joined the group at the fireplace. Bonnie was wiping her hands on her apron. Neither woman bothered to sit.
"Come on, guys," urged Bonnie. "We spent so much time talking about it that I can't wait!"
Rocky tied Myra's hands together and pulled her to her feet. "You ready?" he asked softly.
"Christ! Does it matter?"
He chuckled. "Not unless you feel really beat. And I figure you'd have said so by now."
Without waiting for a response, he stepped onto the arm of the massive chair and passed the end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams. He hauled in the slack and drew her arms over her head. When they were taut, he secured the feet end of the rope and backed off to survey her.
"Jesus! Wonder how come it never occurred to me how Goddamn sexy you would look this way?"
"I'll bet it did," she retorted, her voice strained by her position. "You just never had the guts to do it to me."
"Can you imagine letting me?"
"I… honey, I think I might have. Even before I realized how stupid all those ideas about modesty and the rest of it were."
"Not without a lot of objections, I'll bet." He returned and passed his hands over her breasts in gentle caresses.
She gasped. The effect of his touch seemed entirely different thaw it had when they had spread-eagled her on the table. She wondered at the tremendous influence position had on sensitivity. But they gave her little time for reflection. All four of the others converged on her. They seemed in no rush to reach extreme levels of excitement. Or, she thought, maybe we're all so excited they figure they don't have to do everything at once.
They concentrated on her limbs at the beginning, except for Rocky, who continued his gentle, unhurried caresses on her breasts. Each of the other men knelt to stroke her legs, while their wives fondled her upper arms. Although neither Ward nor Jim quite touched her cunt, neither one pretended to be restrained by her skirt. Their caresses started at her ankles and continued over her calves onto her thighs, feather-light and tantalizingly slow. Ward, at her left leg, used both hands. With one on the inner side and the other on the outer, he felt his way up the leg almost to the top before stopping the progress of the hand on the inside. The other hand slid onto her bare hip and over it to the waistband of her skirt, then around onto her asscheek. Meanwhile, the motionless hand simply rested on quivering flesh, his thumb a fraction of an inch below her cunt.
She enjoyed the caresses and stood with feet well separated to give both men free access. She felt again the sense of primitive joyousness in this amoral attention to pleasure. Her body thrilled to her position and to the multiple stimuli her husband and friends applied. And she fervently hoped they would be as inventive in their game as she and Soldier had been in the cave.
She made a special point of keeping her feet motionless. There were moments when a gliding hand passed over some unexpectedly sensitive spot and caused her to rise on the balls of her feet. And at other times the hand resting just below her pussy created so much warmth and desire in her that she let her knees sag and hung by her wrists in an effort to lower her steaming labia onto the enticing thumb. But she kept each foot on the spot where she had originally placed it.
Her body was more difficult to control, nor did she try very hard. She twisted her hips and, from time to time, her shoulders. In those intervals of peak enjoyment, she found herself either thrusting forward or jerking backward. As had been the case in the cavern, she was willing for the situation to continue indefinitely.
She knew it would not. Sooner or later one of those hands would press into the wet heat of her cunt. Or Rocky would slip his hand inside her halter. In fact, Bonnie and Leanne acted simultaneously to unfasten her halter at back and neck. It fell to reveal her boobs, and Rocky backed away.
She looked down to discover that her extended arms tugged at fibers that elevated and tilted the full, smooth globes. Her nipples were taut and hard; she wondered briefly if there had been an hour at Pulsegate when they had not been. She tapered gracefully to the slender waist, even more noticeably concave in her present position. Her skin gleamed softly, highlighted by the glow from the fireplace.
The women laid their hands on her rib cage and pressed close.
"Mind if we play, love?" asked Bonnie mischievously.
"No," Myra whispered.
Her hostess placed a light kiss on Myra's nipple. Leanne, strangely, lifted her hands and drew her fingertips over Myra's cheeks. To Myra's amazement, the black-haired girl leaned in and pressed her lips to Myra's mouth. When Myra attempted to jerk her face away, Leanne held it firmly between her hands and worked her lips savagely. Helpless to resist, Myra endured the kiss. The other woman's lips looked full; to Myra, they felt ripe and soft and moist, and the girl's breath had a sweet, fresh scent. Slowly, Myra's resentment began to melt and she permitted herself to enjoy the erotic sensation without worrying about prohibitions concerning female relationships.
She doubted that she had a trace of lesbian tendency. She doubted that Leanne did. But in a time when ancient commandments were being systematically shattered and reshaped, she recognized that sexual response of one woman to another belonged with all the other taboos she was breaking. With growing interest in the remarkable pleasure Leanne's kiss was giving her, she parted her lips enough to allow the tip of her tongue to explore the squirming lips against hers. At the touch, Leanne seemed to start. But she refused to interrupt the caress. Instead, she drove her own tongue eagerly into Myra's mouth.
Myra had so completely concentrated on the deep kiss that she had ignored everything else. But when she had begun to accustom herself to Leanne and the kiss, she gradually became aware of the charges of pleasure shooting through her from Bonnie's enthusiastic mouthing of the tingling nipple. Men, Myra knew from experience, were inclined to capture a mouthful of tit along with the nipple. They sucked forcefully on pulpy, tender flesh, and their tongues incidentally scoured the entrapped nipple. Bonnie's technique was different.
She held only the nipple between her lips. They depressed the aureole and were closed tightly enough so she could exert suction, but she had inhaled none of the surrounding flesh. Her tongue played delicately around the rim of the hardened lump. She touched – explored – lingered at a puckered irregularity and sucked and sucked. Shivers raced along Myra's spine. Bonnie's hands kneaded the flesh of the quivering breast.
The intoxicating kiss and breast stimulation by no means exhausted the sensations that assailed Myra. Her husband had gotten behind her; he was manipulating her waist, fingers pressing deeply into her unprotected sides, probing far into the soft flesh between ribs and hips. His thumbs were digging even more deeply into layers of muscle that flanked her spine. Somewhere near her spine, the gouging thumbs encountered nerve centers that activated involuntary commands to her body. Suddenly and convulsively, she found herself flailing at the end of the rope that secured her wrists. Her supple frame performed bewildering contortions and screams welled against the tongue that hugged her palate. When Rocky relaxed the pressure, Myra hung limply from the rope, momentarily deprived of the command of her muscles.
While she was thus immobilized, she realized that Jim and Ward had abandoned their avoidance of her pussy. Each massaged one of her buttocks, and each fumbled at her cunt. The resulting flood of excitement brought a belated surge of savage physical response. Her momentary paralysis vanished and she flung herself into wildly appreciative motion. No longer could she remember to keep her feet still. She jerked one knee up and attempted to cross that thigh over the other. Weight suspended from the rope and balanced on the ball of one foot, she began to revolve. Her hips leaped from side to side and her boobs bounced frantically. Leanne finally broke the kiss, and incoherent babblings fell from Myra's bruised lips.
She felt herself mentally coming apart. She was in a frenzy of excitement and every touch felt like the flick of a high-voltage wand. She wondered if a woman could go mad with sexual pleasure. She heard herself uttering the coarsest, most inflammatory words she knew and pleading to be fucked. And at last it seemed that Ward had been tilted into positive action.
He seized her knees and lifted them to the level of her chest. Her skirt settled into the angle at her hips and she knew a strange exultation at the thought of how obscenely her cunt must be gaping. She felt the dome of his cockhead at her cuntmouth as she tilted backward. Her upper torso hung from her shoulders and she jerked with her legs to impale herself on the heavy cock. Ward had obviously taken a moment at some point of the activity to unzip his fly and get his hard-on into the open, she reflected. She was glad he hadn't waited.
He dropped her onto his cock. She felt herself stretch to receive the majestic bulb, then thrilled to the swift plunge down the shaft and the hard impact when she reached the base. Ward bounced her on his rigid hard-on while her passion rocketed. Her gut churned and seethed. She cried out with hoarse demands for greater violence. And she thrashed fiercely as she felt her orgasm coming nearer.
But Ward withdrew his cock. She protested bitterly, then subsided when Jim took Ward's place and pressed his cockhead into her aching cunt.
"IN! CHRIST, JIM, SLAM IT IN! FUCK ME, QUICK!"
She remembered Jim's oversized cock with respect. It felt even more huge when she mentally compared it with Soldier's. Jim drove it into her with a powerful lunge of his hips. She rocked like a pendulum from the blow, but the yell that burst from her lips was one of delight and triumph, not pain.
She felt Ward pressing against her back and knew that he was pulling up her dangling skirt to expose her ass. In a moment, he lifted her shoulders and took the strain off her wrists. Pressing her boobs against Jim's chest, Ward pushed against her and held her firmly against Jim. She was conscious of a growing pressure at her asshole and gasped in alarm. But in the excess of her excitement, she made no real effort to delay what seemed to be occurring. It did not surprise her when an agonizing pain seared her ass and the bulk of Ward's cock wedged itself into her rectum.
The pain flashed and was gone. An irrational sense of accomplishment burst upon her and she shrieked for joy.
"Two of you! I've got two! OH, Jesus, Rocky,look at me!"
Incredible jolts of pleasure flooded her. Sandwiched between the two men she loved best in the world after her own Rocky, she felt overwhelmed by bliss. She had a wild vision of giving herself simultaneously to all three.
"Please! PLEASE WAIT! I want Rocky's cock in my mouth! OH, please!"
She felt the rope go entirely slack. Jim backed and Ward followed; they kept her compressed between them. Maneuvering with shouts of laughter and grunts of confusion, they reached the bench that someone pulled away from the long table. She doubted that they could position themselves without one or the other having to pull his cock out of her, but they did. Jim lay on the bench with her above him. Her legs hung on either side of his hips and Ward straddled the bench, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
Rocky came to her side. She turned her head and captured his cockhead, sucking it inward to the arch of her throat. She would never be able to achieve with a man what her mouth and throat had done for Soldier, she conceded to herself, but a man had his imagination going for him.
She sucked eagerly while Ward's powerful surges produced movement both for his own hard-on, and for Jim's.
Jim puffed. "Glad you don't have to lie down on her," he remarked. "By God, man! You sure you went up her ass? Feels like there's nothing between your pecker and mine!"
"She's just good merchandise," replied Ward, panting. "Like silk, y'know. Thinner it is, the better. She's got thin walls inside there."
Rocky growled. "Shut up and fuck! She's not likely to invite you again if you gotta shoot off your mouths the whole time."
Ward's pace increased abruptly. Jim's hips began to jerk. Myra groaned happily around her husband's dick. Bonnie and Leanne each grabbed one of Myra's ankles and pulled her legs widely apart. There seemed no good reason for their action, but it increased Myra's pleasure and drove her more rapidly to the foot of the orgasmic peak.
"Honey!" exclaimed Rocky. "Better stop sucking! You're going to make me come in your mouth!"
By way of answer, she bobbed her head back and forth and sucked more fiercely. She felt her husband's hands on her head and his cock twitched spasmodically. Even while the first spurt of cum was blasting the back of her throat, her own contractions jarred her.
Ward stopped pumping when her anus bit down on his shaft, and Jim thrust his hips upward and began to tremble violently.
She swallowed frantically to keep ahead of the seminal eruption in her throat. The warmth of the dual orgasm in her gut, with jism spurting from two loaded cocks, heightened the pleasure of her own climax. Whatever lack of distinction her physical senses were guilty of in identifying the locations of the pooling cum, she made up in her imagination. At last she passed the crest of her orgasm and let herself sag. Three cocks wilted and slowly got squeezed out of her.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed weakly. "Omigod, what a fabulous way to get fucked! All three at the same time!"
She felt a trace of awe in the attitudes of the others and a welling of personal pride in herself. But her companions refused to grant her time to bask in her glory. In short order, she lay alone on the bench, hands lashed under it and legs raised vertically and spread to the sides to their widest angle. Knowing it would be the better part of an hour before any of the men would be likely to recover enough to fuck her again, she was puzzled.
"What's going on?" she asked of no one in particular.
Bonnie and Leanne appeared to be contending for the chance to tell her. Both started to speak, paused, then started again. But Leanne finally yielded to the hostess.
"We all agreed you hadn't really done your share, dear," she informed Myra.
Myra stiffened. "My share! What the hell!"
Leanne appeared unable to contain herself any longer. She bent toward the helpless victim. "With Soldier, sweetie. Bonnie and I each put on a show. You got yours sneaky – all by yourself. We think you ought to get to know him better."
Myra struggled to conceal her sudden mirth. She watched Bonnie go to the door and open it. Bonnie called to the dog, and his speedy entrance convinced Myra he had been waiting in the hope of just such am opportunity.
He padded toward her. At the bench, he paused to caress her cheek affectionately with his tongue before going under one outstretched leg and dipping his muzzle toward her oozing cunt. She tensed in delicious anticipation.
"Maybe," she murmured softly. "Maybe I do need to get better acquainted with him. You think so, Soldier, honey?"
He raised his head briefly and gave a contented whine. His tail wagged vigorously while he plunged his muzzle into the waiting flesh.