Myra struggled to fill her lungs. The hunger that had kept her mouth dry and her body tingling had overpowered her common sense, she reflected. Now, when it was too late, she thought she knew what had produced that air of tension among them. Pulsegate perched at the tip of a headland that projected into the Pacific on a wild, lonely section of the coast. Bonnie's uncle had bought his land at a time when railroads and highways into the area had been nonexistent; without transportation, and with the heavy forests and deep brush choking the valleys, people had probably felt there were easier places to farm and build towns.
This stretch of the coast had remained unchanged. There were hardly more than a handful of inhabitants within a forty-mile radius of the secluded retreat, and Walter had apparently done nothing to encourage the interest of his distant neighbors. Now, the three couples were reacting to their insulated privacy. But they must have been ready, she thought; they must have been awfully close to breaking the restraints, if they could throw them off so easily.
Just as she'd been ready to jump at Jim's unthinkable suggestion. Her throat ached with fear and anticipation. She was going to take part in something totally foreign to her whole concept of right and wrong. Somehow, that merely added intensity to the excitement. She had learned as a child that nothing is as thrilling when it is accepted as when it is a violation of the rules. And some of the most deeply ingrained rules were to be broken tonight.
There was a brief flurry of preparation. Bonnie sent Ward upstairs to get some of her nylons. She even laughed a little, her voice taut.
"Wondered when I packed them why I should," she admitted. "Nothing to wear them for out here." She took a deck of cards from one of the drawers in the kitchen cabinet. "Rocky, how about shuffling? We can cut for who goes first."
Rocky riffled the deck. Ward returned with the nylons and dumped them in a heap on the table. His eyes gleamed and he glanced wolfishly from one of the women to another. Myra shivered at the way he ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. She approached the table, where Rocky was spreading the cards face down.
"Low card's it," muttered Rocky.
The four of spades gave Myra a sharp sense of relief. She wouldn't be the first one, anyhow; somebody was sure to get a lower card than that.
Leanne squealed with delight. "An ace! Look, everybody, I drew an ace!" She waved the ace of hearts excitedly in the air.
Rocky simply tipped one card face up on the table – the ten of diamonds. Jim exposed the ten of spades.
"Go ahead, babe," Ward said to Bonnie.
Bonnie shook her head in a tight, jerky motion. "You first," she insisted to her husband.
Ward shrugged. He seemed tense as he flipped over a card. It was a six, and Myra became aware of beads of perspiration that glistened on his forehead.
Ward looked steadily at Bonnie. "All yours, baby."
As if she were in a trance, Bonnie extended her hand. She kept the face of her card concealed, shielding it with both hands while she peaked. Then she glanced at Myra.
"You… we…" Bonnie gulped. "Everybody else's cards are out," she whispered. "What's yours, Myra?"
Poor thing, thought Myra. So scared. It's a cinch yours is lower than my four. "Four of spades," she murmured, showing Bonnie the card.
Bonnie gasped, then shrieked. She began to gyrate wildly around the room, waving her own card above her head. "A five!" she shrieked. "I got a five!"
"Oh, noooo…" Myra felt chilled. The safe four had proved itself a traitor. "My God, that means I'm it!" She darted panic-stricken glances at the others.
Rocky sidled closer. "It's okay, puss!" he whispered. "It'll be like that first dive into the surf. The minute you're in, the water feels great."
"Oh, Rocky! I'm so scared!"
"Nawww! You're going to have fun!"
"Rocky… you really want me to? Is it going to be fun for you? I mean, with me being… being…" The words seemed to stick in her throat.
He nodded, enthusiasm obvious in his expression. "You bet! Christ, puss!" He winced, and she realized he was squirming. "Christ, yes! Already got an ache in my balls!"
"Oh, Rocky! Shhh!"
"Let's start out with clothes on!" said Jim eagerly. "Hey, Myra, can you get your arms out of the sleeves without taking that thing off?"
"No! I mean, I don't know!" she heard herself wailing. Things were happening too fast.
"Sure you can," Rocky insisted. "Come on; I'll help."
She turned numbly away from the others and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the smock. With Rocky's help, she twisted to free her arms from the sleeves, then fastened the buttons again. The smock cut tightly under her arms, and there was no way to fasten the top button.
"Oh, dear! Is it all right this way, Rocky?" she asked.
He grinned hungrily. "Great! Just great! You're okay, puss!"
Jim and Ward had taken advantage of the pause to place sofa cushions down the middle of the table. They stood back, now, and gazed expectantly at Rocky and Myra.
"You ready, baby?" asked Ward.
Myra felt a flush of dry heat spreading over her skin. She licked her lips, trying vainly to moisten them.
"All ready!" exclaimed Rocky. "Right, puss?"
"Oh, Rocky! Rocky!" she hated herself for the way her voice croaked.
Rocky swept her into his arms and crossed to the table. She trembled violently when he laid her on the cushions. Her lower legs were unsupported, letting her feet dangle. She clutched desperately at the edges of the cushions and felt her nails bite into the coarse fabric.
"Oh, no!" she whispered, shutting her eyes. "Oh, God, no!"
Horror seeped through her at the sensation of nylon being looped around her ankles and wrists. She moaned softly and turned her head from side to side. Like her wilder fantasies and dreams, this would end with her recovering awareness, but it seemed so terribly real at the moment. But the writhing of her guts and the pressure in her lungs served as unceasing reminders that she was experiencing something real.
"Oh!" she gasped explosively as firm hands parted her legs. "Eee! Mph!" She refused to open her eyes.
Someone seized her waist and pulled her closer to the end of the table while others continued to spread her legs. Her heels were pressed against the table legs and she felt the nylon bite into her ankles as quick fingers tied each stocking. Even while she tried to squirm into a less strained position, hands caught at her arms and extended them sideways and back past her head. In moments, the loops tugged at her wrists and she knew they had finished tying her.
Spread-eagled, she was thrust upward by the cushions while the backs of her knees pressed the edge of the table and the backs of her hands rested on the smooth table top. Tension seemed to arch her body upward, making her breasts protrude and forcing her lower abdomen indecently out.
"Omigod!" she whispered. "Not like this! Oh, not this way!" She jerked hopelessly at her bonds, realizing instantly that they were secure and unyielding. "Oh, pleeease!" She imagined momentarily she was the sacrificial victim at the peak of one of the Mayan pyramids, then forcibly rejected the fantasy as too terrifying.
Hands began to stroke her upper arms and thighs. She finally opened her eyes, unable to resist curiosity. All three men bent over the table as they caressed her, and she saw Bonnie and Leanne join them. The two women appeared to be struggling with themselves; they were clearly excited, but both seemed uneasy, as if wondering what it was going to be like when their turns came.
Fear and embarrassment welled in Myra, but the sensations produced by gentle hands were firing her suppressed excitement. Tendrils of pleasure were wriggling through her like barbed threads of fire. Delicious pulses of excitement made her belly jerk and snapped her thighs taut. Her breath hissed between her parted lips in soft sighs that expressed enjoyment of the bizarre situation.
She noted in vague awareness that no one was feeling under the smock. Their hands reached the material and rubbed her through it, instead. The textured cotton whispered against her flesh, arousing hungry response from her tightly stretched muscles.
Rocky rubbed in small circles on her lower belly. Jim used both hands, stroking unhurriedly over the fronts of her upper thighs. Ward leaned in from the side, one arm across her, and kneaded her hips, his fingers driving under her to squeeze her asscheeks. Leanne lovingly caressed Myra's upper arms, again and again letting her fingers trail over the sensitive contours of her armpits and onto her ribs. And Bonnie used her fingertips to trace the lines of Myra's jaw and throat.
Myra found that she could separate the competing sensations only part of the time. For the most part, they seemed to blend into a throbbing, irresistible pleasure that raced unchecked over her entire body.
Her embarrassment was fading and the fear was gone. The gentleness of the caresses reminded her constantly that everyone at the table loved her and wanted to make her feel good. Reassurance relaxed her and pushed her into deeper awareness of her reactions.
"Ooo! Ahhhh!" The exclamations seemed to be wrenched from her as Bonnie's hands slipped onto Myra's breasts. "Good God, Bonnie!"
The slender brunette worked her long, slim fingers over the rounded slopes and across Myra's compressed nipples. Then she unfastened one button, then another.
Myra squirmed at the sudden release of pressure. She felt her breasts expand and glanced down at the smooth fullness of their inner curves. She looked at Bonnie and noted the other's continued dissatisfaction.
"Not enough," Bonnie commented. "Honey, you've got really good boobs!" She reached for the next button.
"Don't!" whispered Myra. "Not yet. Please?"
Bonnie grinned. She seemed to have worked off her own apprehension and uncertainty. She was obviously enjoying the game thoroughly. "You're just too damn good to keep covered up like this, honey." She ignored Myra's weakening protests and loosened two more buttons.
The upper part of the smock separated at the front and settled to the sides. It fell free of Myra's breasts and ribs to leave the soft mounds naked. Peach-tinted nipples projected above pale flesh. Her position made the mounds flatten and spread under their own weight, and they bulged at the other sides. Their awkward form heightened Myra's consciousness of her position and the gleaming highlights focused her attention on the lighting. The brilliance of the overhead chandelier, centered over the table, forced itself into prominence. She felt suddenly as brightly illuminated as if she were in surgery.
"God, Bonnie! Can't you turn off the chandelier? It's so damn bright!"
Bonnie laughed softly. "On you, that looks good, honey. You got nothing to hide!"
"Oh, dear," Myra subsided. Pleading would do nothing for her, and she was determined not to draw attention to her renewed embarrassment.
Bonnie leaned forward to clutch Myra's left breast with both hands. "You take the other one."
Leanne giggled self-consciously and glanced into Myra's eyes as if to reassure herself Myra would not be angry. With an apologetic, embarrassed expression, she touched Myra's right breast. "Ooh, you're warm!" she exclaimed. Her fingers probed experimentally at the soft, yielding flesh.
Myra rolled her eyes back and gasped. The sensation of two pairs of hands manipulating her boobs was a novel one. The intensity of the resulting surge of pleasure caught her unprepared and made her arch her back sharply.
"Mmmmmm… oooo, that feels good!" she moaned softly, then bit her lip.
"Ooo, it feels so funny!" Leanne kneaded carefully, as if afraid she was going to hurt Myra. But even in her uncertainty, her fingers seemed to possess an instinctive skill at finding the most sensitive, pleasurable locations and pressures.
Bonnie appeared to be as uncertain as Leanne but less fearful of hurting their captive. She massaged firmly and confidently, pressing inward on the bulges and letting her thumbs imprison the hardening nipple.
Myra jerked first at one wrist, then the other, her shoulders twisting and her head swinging from side to side. The delicious heat that was building in her boobs seemed to race through her and collect in her cunt, and the inner tendons in her thighs worked with convulsive, irregular spasms.
The men's hands grew more insistent. Blunt fingertips probed and squeezed at her belly and sides, and somebody seemed to be kneading her thighs vigorously. She became dimly aware that someone was unfastening the button over her navel, and she squirmed helplessly while one button after another came undone. Her smock slid gradually further open; she felt its treacherous friction at her sides, then at her hips, and suddenly the hem, which had cut deeply into the outer sides of her thighs, let go and fell away. In a mixture of terror and fierce lust, she struggled to raise her head. She stared open-mouthed past the hands that caressed her boobs. Her belly gleamed palely, drum taut from the stretched position of her arms and thighs. Her lower abdomen formed a gently rounded dome, and the wheat tones of her pubic hair glimmered. She was horrified at the way her thighs sloped outward and down away from her hips; she realized her cunt was distended and jutting – an open invitation to the searching fingers of the men.
The picture her naked body presented overpowered her with its suggestion of lewd eagerness, and she let her head sink back. "Omigod!" she whispered. A groan bubbled on her lips.
She had gazed long enough to know Jim had positioned himself between her knees, and she was certain it was he who was now working his thumbs upward along the inner depression along her thighs toward her cunt. Her husband had been on her left and Ward on her right, but she found it impossible to distinguish between their hands as they fondled her belly and worked their fingers into the tangled mass of her pubic hair.
She cried out with pleasure when she felt Jim's thumbs press at her labia. "Eeyaghhh! Mmmm, yes! Gooood!" Her asscheeks winked, and her hips jerked upward. She pushed the backs of her thighs hard against the edge of the table and elevated her pelvis.
Jim stroked the outer surfaces of her cunt, his rough skin catching on fine hair and sliding back and forth in a regular rhythm that drew moans of happiness from her.
"Don't look, Jim. Please don't look!" she whispered. Somehow it seemed all right for him to play with her cunt if he refrained from looking at it. But another quick peek destroyed her hopeful optimism; he was obviously intent on the appearance of the flesh he was caressing. She dropped back with a shudder. "Oh, Jim! Ohhh, Jim!"
His caresses worked gradually inward. She felt a growing tension in her labia and knew they were swelling and opening under her increasing excitement. A sensation of heat, deep inside her cunt and spreading to her cunt-mouth, warned her that she had begun to ooze wetness in response to the delight she felt. She twisted, hot and eager.
Bonnie bent to put her mouth to Myra's breast. She lipped the rigid nipple, her lips feeling soft and moist to Myra as they closed on the puckering sides of the stiff little lump. Myra inhaled sharply and felt a rush of giddiness. Too many things were happening at once for her to brace herself. Bonnie licked at the top of the nipple and chewed gently, her teeth hard and smooth on the quivering tit.
Leanne's fingers stopped massaging, and Myra saw the black-haired beauty eyeing Bonnie's actions.
"Feels good, doesn't it, dear?" Leanne gazed thoughtfully into Myra's contorted face.
"Yes!" whispered Myra. "Oh, God, yes!"
"Doesn't it make you feel funny to have women playing with you?"
"Unhhh! Ooh, yes! But you're both awful good! As if you knew exactly what would feel best!" Myra was startled to realize how deeply she had resented having the women taking part. There was something right and natural in having the men paw at her. In a way, it had seemed inevitable. Give a gang of men a helpless female, and they were bound to start grabbing. But to be fondled by other women had seemed humiliating. The fact she was no longer irritated by the feminine attention puzzled her. Still, she was too inflamed now to make any effort to sort out her confused emotions. "It feels strange, but I can't help the way it makes my body feel."
Leanne smiled tenderly and imitated Bonnie. She caught Myra's other nipple in her mouth and sucked, her tongue playing over the tingling button while Myra tilted her head back and moaned with delight.
Jim's thumbs parted the swelling labia and began to glide through the thick wetness that coated their inner slopes. Myra jerked her hips eagerly. She was no longer able to sort her feelings; if she was embarrassed, her embarrassment merely intensified her excitement. If she was conscious of the violation of convention, the consciousness added a delicious sense of wickedness. If her modesty was being shredded, her lewd position and movements spiced the welter of pleasurable sensations. She abandoned herself to her excitement and writhed furiously.
Ward's face appeared abruptly above hers. He bent over her and gazed hungrily. "Jesus, what a woman!" he exclaimed softly. "Why the hell didn't we ever try this before?"
"You're saying that to make me feel good," she mumbled through clenched teeth. "Ward? Aren't you disgusted with me, the way I'm acting?"
"Disgusted! For Christ's sake! Why should I be?"
"But I'm just like a whore! I mean…"
"Bullshit! Wouldn't find a whore squirming around like you are!"
"Really, Ward? You don't…"
"Most exciting kind of sex I ever got tangled up in."
He pressed his mouth to hers. With a gulp, she caught at his lips. They were wet and thick, and their warmth sent a glow racing over her. She sucked greedily at them while her body leaped and twisted. His tongue came out; she drew it deep into her mouth and opened her jaws widely. Ward probed at the inside of her mouth and the tip of his tongue thrust into the arch of her throat. It was the next thing to getting fucked, she reflected. It was mouth-fucking, and it ought to be called that instead of all the other things they called it. His tongue was an oral cock poking deep into her oral cunt. The mixing of their saliva was the copious eruption of jism, and when she swallowed it, desperately, it was inconceivable that she wasn't swallowing gobs of semen.
The erratic, fluttering stabs of pleasure that had made her squirm changed to hard, driving jolts. Her excitement had suddenly become an all-consuming passion, and she felt her muscles jerking powerfully. At the small of her back, convulsive twisting pulled fiercely at her frame and raised her. Her asscheeks hardened and relaxed spasmodically, bouncing on the cushion. Her widespread thighs swung vigorously inward and outward while Jim's thumbs worked their way continuously deeper into her slit.
She stared fixedly at the strong, male jaw that blocked her vision and gulped feverishly at the thrusting male tongue. In her passion, she regretted suddenly that she was sucking at Ward's tongue instead of mouthing his cock. Powerful waves of affection overwhelmed her with desire to make everybody feel as good as she felt.
A persistent throbbing above her pussy captured her attention. Distractedly, she tried to identify the feeling. At last, she realized Rocky was rubbing the soft layers of flesh that surrounded her clitoris. Even as she isolated the delicious rush of sensation, she felt Jim's fingers groping at the rim of her cuntmouth.
She wondered fleetingly if a woman could be overstimulated – if the separate waves of pleasure could reinforce each other so intently as to overload her nervous system and destroy her. The thought died almost as soon as it arose; she felt too terribly good to waste effort on doubts. She had lost the power to respond to distractions, but could only react to the surging flood of excitement.
Jim's thumb drove suddenly and brutally into her cunt, his knuckle stretching her cuntmouth and the webbing between thumb and forefinger pressing hard on her anus as his fingers clutched at her ass.
"YEEEAAGHHHHH!" she shrieked, the sound bubbling around Ward's deeply thrust tongue.
With new ferocity, she sucked at the thick tongue and tensed her thighs to drive her cunt harder onto the harsh intruder. Rocky stripped back the hood of her clitoris with the fingers of one hand and stroked the side of the throbbing organ with those of the other. The waves of pleasure that had washed her turned to violent, hot walls of sensation so intense she could no longer tell whether she felt excitement or agony. Her body was completely out of control; she thrashed mindlessly on the cushions, wrenching at the nylons as she rocked from side to side…
A great tension gathered abruptly in her belly, its heat a buzzing vibrancy that erupted into tremors she couldn't quiet. She felt as if she were vainly trying to engulf teasing organs at both ends; she was trying to swallow Ward's tongue, her own tongue dragging wildly at it, and to pull Jim's whole hand into her aching cuntmouth.
Hard, fierce contractions seized her vagina and she rocked to the savage rhythm of orgasm. After a bare moment's reluctance to the idea of reaching a climax, she flung herself into it in a paroxysm of delight.
"Mmm-mm-mmmm!" she grunted heavily into Ward's mouth with each contraction. Her body caught the tempo and jerked in a great spasm each time a new contraction caught at her cuntmouth. She was vaguely conscious that Bonnie and Leanne were timing their greedy sucking to her spasms. And the terrible intensity of the clitoral massage continued to drive the force of her orgasm higher.
After what seemed an eternity of tossing in the grip of her pleasure, her responses collapsed. The rubbing at her clitoris became sheer torture, and Ward's tongue seemed to choke her. She struggled frantically to free herself from the intolerable sensations, panic gathering as her helplessness overshadowed everything else.
As if sensing her growing terror, Ward drew back and Rocky took his hand away from her clitoris. She sagged, thankful and spent.