"Omigod!" she whispered. "Omigod, I came so hard!"
Bonnie released her nipple and straightened. Leanne sucked for a moment longer, then she, too, backed away. Jim's thumb stayed in Myra's cunt, and she startled herself by squirming gently on the embedded digit.
"Unh! I didn't mean to do that!" she exclaimed with a sense of wonder. "What the hell's wrong with me?"
Rocky came around where she could see him. "Puss, you're grade A!" he told her feelingly. "Christ! We've never done anything as exciting as this!"
"Brrr!" she shivered. "I'm scared as hell, honey! You guys are making a savage out of me!"
"Huh?" He looked pleasantly curious. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, honey! I feel awful!"
"Hurt? Mad?"
"No! All sex! Oh, God, I must be a nymphomaniac! I'm almost as excited as I was before I came!"
"Want to go again!" Rocky beamed, obviously understanding what it was that was troubling her.
"Yes! Oh, honey, I'm awful!"
He laughed. His voice shook, and she stared wonderingly at him as realization dawned that he was having difficulty controlling himself.
"Honey!" she exclaimed. "You're…"
He nodded and grinned self-consciously. "I'm damn near ready to explode!" he admitted. "Look, let's not be a bunch of chickens! We've got a good thing going!"
Myra tensed. She knew what her husband was getting at, and she had a sinking certainty she would jump at his suggestion. "Honey?" she whispered.
"Why not all the way?" he asked, words tumbling eagerly. "How much more intimate can it get?"
"Oh, please, honey!" she protested weakly, fighting the urge to scream out in support of Rocky's proposal.
"Why not, puss?" Rocky stared into her eyes.
She was certain he could see her longing behind them. With a low moan of desire, she let her lips tremble and returned his stare with sick hope. He seemed to shake off what little doubt he'd had.
"Come on!" he said sharply. "What the hell are we doing standing around with our clothes on!"
In a sudden flurry of motion, the three men and both women jerked their clothes off. Myra stared, wild excitement tearing at her. To her surprise, Rocky's cock looked shorter than either of the other two. It was thick and powerful-looking, and she trembled at the memory of the way it filled her, but Ward's was longer, even though not quite so fat. Jim's frightened her. He was slender to the point of boniness, he should have had a skinny hard-on. Instead, he reminded her of a horse. His cock was easily an inch longer than Ward's, and she was positive it must be as thick as her wrist. Perversely, she had a sudden hunger to be impaled on the grotesque instrument.
She gulped. Such a desire must be a kind of disloyalty to her husband, she thought. With a deep groan, she turned her head and shut her eyes. The need for Jim's cock was a horrifying kind of sickness. But she heard Rocky's voice, tight and hoarse.
"Myra? Puss? Come on, puss, let's really share! How about it?"
She opened her eyes and studied him. "You really do want to, don't you?"
He nodded. His jaw bulged.
"Oh, honey! All right, honey," she whispered, then writhed with shame.
"Jim? You game?" asked Rocky of their friend.
"Okay with you, babe?" Jim asked Leanne.
Leanne's eyes were wide and her expression seemed scared to Myra.
"Would that mean… I mean, would I be…" Leanne swallowed and cringed. "Who…"
Bonnie stirred. "Oh, God!" she said in a low tone. "An orgy! You got the guts, Leanne?"
Leanne nodded wordlessly.
Bonnie laughed, a shrill, nervous explosion of sound. "Ward, you'd like that, wouldn't you!"
Ward growled deep in his throat and stared at Leanne, his eyes narrow and greedy. "Christ, yes!"
Bonnie glanced at Rocky. Myra felt a twinge of jealousy at the way their gazes locked. But consciousness of what she was to get from Jim swept the momentary resentment away.
Without further discussion, everyone seemed to focus on her. Jim loosened and retied the stockings that held her wrists, giving her considerable slack in her arms. She had thought he was releasing her, and when she realized her mistake she objected.
"How come?" she demanded. "How come, Jim?"
He flushed. "Hate to admit it, but there's something about having you helpless that really turns me on! You don't mind that much do you?"
"I… I guess not," she whispered. She knew he would be gentle with her. It would be a little bit like her fantasies of being raped. Maybe she'd like it better than simply making love. "No!" she said, correcting herself. "No! I don't mind!"
Jim returned to her legs. Leaning over her and seizing her waist, he pulled her toward him. By the time her arms were taut again, her butt was at the end of the table. She could feel the hard edge through the compressed cushion. He disappeared from her field of vision and untied her ankles. The weight of her legs arched her back deeply, and she cried out.
But Jim lifted her legs and laid her ankles on his shoulders. She winced as she stared at the huge cockhead that protruded above her pubic hair.
"Dear God, Jim! Will it go in?"
He grinned broadly. "Shall we find out?"
"Yes! Omigod, yes! Please!"
He seized the bulky shaft in his hand and pushed down to force his cockhead to the level of her cunt. She felt the bulging dome settle into the depression around her cuntmouth, the thick wetness of her cunt making the contact slippery and fiercely exciting.
"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Jim! Push gently!"
He leaned against the rigid cock. Pressure mounted at her cuntmouth and she felt her rim stretching as it slid outward before the wedging action of his cockhead.
"Oh! Ah! Push, honey, push!" she pleaded.
The pressure continued to increase. The rounder cockhead settled deeper and deeper into the gulping embrace of her cuntmouth. She opened her mouth wide, as if that would somehow help her cunt to stretch. As the huge cockhead continued to open her, she began to be afraid she couldn't hold its full diameter. But there was an abrupt relaxing of the taut rim and she knew she had taken him.
"Jim! OH, JIM, DRIVE IT HOME!"
He swung his hips forward smoothly. His shaft plunged into her. The massive cockhead plowed the length of the spongy barrel of her vagina. She felt gloriously full. Her throat seemed to swell sympathetically, and she thrust onto the plunging shaft as if to engulf it even faster.
"AGHHH!" she cried out in ecstasy. "UMMMMM! OOOOO!"
His pelvic pad slammed against her distended cunt to flatten soft tissues and impale her on wiry strands of his pubic hair. He bent forward, forcing her legs back over her, and grabbed her tits in strong hands.
"OH! EEEEE! FUCK, YOU SKINNY BASTARD! FUCKME!"
Jim laughed. He dug his fingertips into her boobs and crushed the base of his cock into the elastic pad of her cuntmouth. "Right on, babe!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Let's fuck!"
But Myra held her hips motionless. The initial shock of fullness had faded, leaving a delicious, stuffed feeling, and she allowed herself to wallow in pleasure. The pressure at her cuntmouth seemed to spread in ripples across her pussy and along her thighs. She was conscious of the prickly contact between her asscheeks and the fronts of his bristling thighs, and of the sweaty pressure of his shoulders against the backs of her ankles. Her boobs throbbed, and her gut churned around the deeply buried cockhead.
Giddy with pleasure, she twisted to see what her husband was doing to Bonnie. To her horror, she discovered that the tall blonde had sunk to her knees and clasped her arms around Rocky's thighs. Her mouth was over the end of his cock; there was nothing to be seen of the enormous cockhead, but Bonnie's lips encircled the shaft behind the awesome rim and her cheeks caved in rhythmically as she sucked.
A great tremor shook Myra; only in her wildest fantasies had she let herself imagine doing such a thing. But excitement hardened her belly and puckered the inside of her mouth. When she had sucked Ward's tongue, she had wished it were a cock. Perhaps she had reached a point where she could thrill someone that way. She was struck at her husband's expression of bliss.
She noticed that Ward had dropped onto one of the straight chairs, sprawled with his legs extended and one ankle crossed over the other. Leanne straddled him, her boobs jouncing and her hair a shimmering, blue-black cloud around her head as she pumped herself up and down on his long cock.
Her own cunt tightened involuntarily, and Myra gasped. "Jim! Oh, Jim! Don't wait any longer! Let's fuck, honey!"
His hips began to stroke back and forth. She felt the brutal cockhead pumping the length of her vagina, her organs jostling around it, and the heavy, slick shaft washboarding her cuntmouth. Great shivers of pleasure caught at her, and she jerked fiercely at the loops that held her wrists. Gulping and sobbing with excitement, she used the leverage of her legs to add a pumping motion of her own. Her pussy battered against the root of Jim's cock and huge waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Jim… Jim, darling… harder! FASTER, JIM! HARDER!"
"UNH! UNH!" Jim grunted as he smashed against her. He released her boobs and gripped her thighs.
She surged back and forth on the cushions before his blows. Her boobs swayed drunkenly, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Fiery sensations flooded her pussy, and the core of her gut seemed to be melting around the continuously stroking cockhead.
"HONEY!" she cried out. "Honey, I'm going to come! I'M GOING TO COME!"
The first contraction clamped her cuntmouth fiercely on his shaft before she had finished warning him. Staring wide-eyed into his sweat-covered face, she saw a fleeting expression of surprise, then a swift, savage flare of intense joy.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Oh, shit! What a squeeze!" He jerked her to him, flattening the swollen membranes of her cunt on the steely bristles of his pubic hair. His cock pulsed with jerky twitchings. Suddenly, she felt a sharp blow against the inner end of her vaginal passage and a hot pool began to grow inside her. She felt pressure waves as her vaginal walls milked the jerking cock. Her orgasm shook her like a rag doll, and she mumbled incoherently. The room seemed to spin around her, growing brighter and dimmer with her spasms.
The intensity of her orgasm increased with a rush, until she was ready to panic. Then, without warning, the tension began to subside and her faintness passed. She ground her hips, rubbing her pussy on his straining groin. The distinct boundaries of his orgasm faded; maybe the early heat had dropped to her own internal temperature. She became aware of the inevitable softening of the giant prick, and sighed regretfully.
"Happens every time," he murmured wearily, as if he could read her mind.
"Why not?" she asked. "After a workout like that, why not?"
"Glad we fucked?" he asked gently.
"Mmm-hmmm!" She felt herself glow. "Oh, my, yes! Jim, Rocky was right! How come it took us so long to get around to it?"
"Damned if I know. All I can say is, we're lucky as hell we ever did break the block!"
She nodded slowly and gazed at him. "That's right! We might have gone on forever without knowing how dumb we were!"
She heard Bonnie's voice in wildly excited, strangled exclamations. The tall blonde hung upside down against Rocky's belly. Her butt was against him, and he had her thighs locked under his arms so she straddled him, her feet thrust behind him and up. He was bent, his mouth pressed to the writhing woman's pussy. Myra peered closely; his cock looked limp and slack.
"Jim!" Myra whispered. "She sucked him until he came!"
"Sure did," Jim replied. "But she's getting her turn now!"
Bonnie clutched at Rocky's ankles. Her hair tumbled past her arms and dragged on the floor. Rocky's head bobbed as he chewed at the glistening, pink pussy. Bonnie's hips jerked erratically, and she groaned and gasped continuously.
Myra watched with fascination as the other's belly tightened and began to leap.
"Ahhh-Ahhh-Aghhhhh!" Bonnie yelled, a low, undulating cry of satiated desire. "ROCKY-ROCKY-ROCKY!"
Rocky drove his face deeper into the churning, steaming mounds of flesh and savaged her with his mouth. Her legs sawed frantically and her toes splayed. She quivered in the grip of a vicious tremor. Her mouth was distended and her eyes bulged. Then she quieted.
"Oh, Rocky!" she said in a muffled voice. "Oh, Rocky, we really showed each other, didn't we!" Rocky grunted and eased her to the floor. She extended one arm to him and he raised her to her feet. Sagging against him, she stared thoughtfully toward Ward. Rocky glanced at Ward and Leanne and grinned.
"Looks like they made it before we finished," he remarked.
Leanne lay against Ward, his arms tightly clasped around her. As if she were asleep, she had her cheek pressed to his chest and her eyes closed. Her legs dangled limply on either side of the chair, and it appeared that she was still impaled on his cock.
Jim pushed Myra further onto the table. His cock slipped out of the enveloping heat of her cunt as he did so, and she grunted in disappointment. She was dismayed at the realization that she had secretly hoped he would remain as he was until he recovered his hard on. While he fumbled at the knotted stockings, she puzzled over the implications of her continuing lust. She had known for a long time that she had a greater capacity for sex than Rocky; one or two orgasms in a night seemed to do him in, while she could absorb all the stimulation he could give her and still long for more. But she had believed the weird game they had played this time would drain her.
Instead, she was already a bundle of raw nerves begging for further satisfaction. She let Jim help her off the table and stood quietly while he massaged feeling back into her arms. The skilled touch inflamed her, and an occasional brushing contact with his body drove daggers of need through her. The intensity of her reactions alarmed her; when Jim released her tingling arm, she bolted through the door into the night.
The breeze of the afternoon had died. The air was still and mild, and the landscape had a ghostly appearance under the slanting rays of the nearly full moon. The brush was black, except on the side facing the moon, where it was a soft, silvery hue. The shadows had no halftones, and the moonlight washed out the texture of the ground, hiding depressions unless they were deep enough to fill with shadow.
She heard Jim's startled shout and Rocky's gentle urging.
Without pausing, she called over her shoulder. "I'll be back in a little bit. I'm all right."
She fled along the path to the beach, slowing when the footing grew rough, then sighing contentedly when she felt the coarse sand against the soles of her feet. She crossed the sparkling beach to a low, flat table of rock. As she had expected, the sandstone still held the heat of the day, and she flung herself onto it and turned over to lie staring at the moon.
"What is it with me?" she asked uneasily, as if expecting a reply from the silent moon. "Is it something about you? Does a full moon really make people get primitive?" She knew that was ridiculous. "Hell, you're full once every month! I don't get this way every time. So why now? How come I don't feel like I had enough?"
She gazed along the soft contours of her body. Her pubic hair created a jumble of fine shadows; instead of looking nearly blonde, it looked like a lacework of silver filigree over a pool of black. She caressed the sides of her clitoris tenderly and moaned.
"What difference does a reason make?" she asked herself. "I'm still hot, and that's all there is to it."
She heard a scuffing sound and sat halfway up. Soldier padded across the sand toward her, sniffing as he came. She laughed throatily.
"Oh, it's you! Why the hell didn't you knock?"
The great dog stopped and raised his head. He appeared to study her, and she tensed as she recalled how little desire he had shown to accept their friendship. As if secure in his prior interest in Pulsegate, he had seemed barely to tolerate them.
Her momentary concern faded, however, when Soldier simply continued to observe her. She decided he was unlikely to attack, since he had neither growled nor barked.
"Besides," she remarked, "why should you get mad at me?" She sat up and stretched deliberately, twisting herself as if performing for Rocky. "After all, now that you're here, I can pretend, can't I?"
Half in fantasy, half in defiant mockery, she dropped back to the warm, gritty surface and posed. The dog was only a dog, she reflected. Posturing meant nothing to him. But he was a male animal, and she could pretend. Safe in the knowledge he wouldn't respond, she could fantasize to her heart's content. Maybe she could work off some of the excess erotic drive by imagining.
She rested her ass on the edge of the rock and sprawled on her back, arms outflung. The sandy surface had a pleasingly harsh feel to her back. She squirmed sensuously and pampered herself by permitting low moans of enjoyment to slip past her throat.
She felt the fur at the side of Soldier's head brush the inner side of her knee.
"Well!" she exclaimed, glancing along her belly at him. "Curious about the pussy smell? Go ahead! Sniff!" She giggled. "It isn't exactly the same, but if a male wants to nuzzle my pussy, it's fine with me."
He sniffed. Her butt flinched at the first contact of the wet nose with her labia, but she chortled and steadied herself, straining her knees apart. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd ordinarily submit to, she assured herself. A woman just didn't let dogs go around sniffing like that. But tonight was different. Let him sniff.
To her startled delight, he licked tentatively.
"Oooh! You going to give it a bath?"
The tongue stroked along the rounded surfaces of her labia in slow, measured caresses. She could feel the barbed surface straightening and cleaning the hairs of her cunt and stripping dried residue from the underlying skin. The sensations were amazingly pleasant; thrills of excitement pierced her with each stroke.
"Hey, all right!" she exclaimed softly. "Mmmm! That's pretty good!"
He seemed to be intent on collecting the remnants of her earlier sexual encounter. Having apparently removed the traces from one location, he tongued another and another. The outer surfaces of her vulva were soon exhausted of whatever he was interested in, and his tongue wedged its way along her slit, gently stroking the tender inner membranes.
"Good God, Soldier! You don't know it, but you're giving me a bonus! You don't need to think you're going to get another chance to do this, though."
She let her hands rest at the edges of her pubic hair, her fingers aimlessly picking at the fur on Soldier's face. The dog seemed composed and sure of himself. He lapped with unhurried thoroughness, his tongue gentle, rather than rough or brutal. But he displayed a degree of insistence that gave Myra the idea he would persist until he had found the last, hidden trace of moisture.
She knew what was happening to her. She recognized the surging waves of pleasure and understood that they were building on each other that the intimate scouring was raising the level of her excitement and arousing desire. Knowing, she hoped that her own pace would carry her through an orgasm before Soldier lost interest in licking. If he continued with the same deliberation he was now showing, he would make her come with time to spare. And the novelty – wickedness, she decided – of the situation would produce a degree of enjoyment in the climax that fantasy and inducing her own orgasm wouldn't have been able to match.
She tried to hold still; if she began moving in response to his touch she might drive him off. But the higher her excitement rose, the more difficult it was to keep control. She knew from experience that her body had involuntary reactions to strong stimuli. It was no surprise to her when she realized her hips had begun a slow, rhythmic undulation. And when Soldier ignored the gentle rise and fall of the playground before his muzzle, she grew less apprehensive about losing his attention.
He worked his tongue continually deeper into her slit. The tension and heat of her labia were clear signs of their swelling; she was well aware that they were spreading apart opening the inner recesses of her vulva and inviting even more intimate penetration of the seeking tongue. She felt as if her entire body had begun to pulse. Waves of heat surged through her, and thrills of pleasure raced over her flesh from toes to scalp. Her nipples stood erect and hard, dark pillars above the silvery, flattened mounds that were her breasts. By raising her head, she could see the flutter of her belly and the nervous jouncing of her widespread knees.
Following the trail of residue, Soldier's tongue lapped upward along her slit to the folds of delicate tissues around her clitoris. When he began to probe those tight crevices, the resulting jangle of sensation jerked Myra's ass into the air. Quivering and writhing inwardly, she bridged, her weight supported by shoulders and feet. Her hips swung from side to side, and she thrust her hands beneath the small of her back and interlocked them to prevent herself from spoiling the incident by inadvertently shoving the dog's head away.
The undulation of her hips had involved pivoting her torso about the small of her back, her waist acting like a hinge. In her agitation, now, she forced her arms further under herself, pressing her forearms tightly together and clasping each elbow with the other hand. The urgent jolts of excitement the lapping of her clitoris produced grew too powerful for her self control; she began to jerk her hips up and down vigorously. Her butt slammed the rock, bounced high, then slammed the rock again in erratic, desperate jumps. But Soldier maintained tongue contact as if she had been tied down, and even the violent sideward lunges failed to dislodge him.
When he abandoned the inflamed little organ, Myra sank back, shaken and panting heavily.
"Soldier, you son of a bitch!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "You really did get me close, that time! A few more seconds and I'd have come for sure!"
She rested thankfully on her forearms, vaguely conscious of a feeling of rawness on her back. She hovered close to the brink of orgasm, enjoying a deeper, steadier stimulation from the caresses that now centered on the floor of her slit near her cuntmouth. Impulsively, to open herself wider for the tongue, she raised her knees and braced her heels on the rock as far to each side as she could.
"Oooh, gooood!" she whispered.