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Soldier was especially gentle as he stripped the thick wetness from the fluted lining of her cuntmouth. The sensations were exquisite, and Myra moaned softly and continuously. Her entire pussy quivered and ached with delight, and she found that her hips were still, as if in a paralytic trance. But her shoulders twisted, first one rising, then the other. Her belly knotted and relaxed repeatedly; she was on the verge of orgasm, and she knew that her excitement and position were combining to make her cuntmouth gape.
The skilled tongue, impossibly flexible, narrowed and probed through the thick rim to scoop at the copious fluids in the neck of her vagina.
"Omigod!" she said with a deep groan. "Omigod, Soldier! You're fucking me with your tongue! I can't stand it!" But she ground her butt against the gritty rock and strained her thighs apart while new, gut-deep waves of pleasure churned within her. The tongue extended, exploring the deeper folds of her passage while its sides rasped in her cuntmouth. No previous experience had prepared her for the weird, fierce excitement the internal scouring produced. She rolled her head restlessly from side to side and chewed her lip. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath, and her breasts surged to the heaving of her chest. She sensed a creeping numbness in her fingertips and clutched more tightly at her elbows. The characteristic knot in her gut hardened and throbbed, and she knew she was on a springboard that was going to launch her into orgasm.
Soldier thrust deeper with his tongue, rooting at her with his muzzle to reach even more remote folds of her vagina. The hard external pressure triggered her climax. Her soft moans turned to a loud, surging, continuous cry.
"Unnhhhh-Unhhh-Unnhhhh!"
She thrust her cunt onto Soldier's nose and swayed while ferocious contractions convulsed her. Waves of delicious excitement washed over her, and vibrant jolts of pleasure wrung her guts. She felt a fine layer of perspiration breaking out on her body. A tremor seized her taut thighs and spread to the rest of her body, shaking her savagely. And when Soldier reluctantly accepted the fact he had scooped the last of her cunt-juice out and withdrew his tongue, she continued to writhe happily. Her spasms subsided slowly.
She lay in a state of warm, misty semi-awareness, the luxury of orgasm lingering in euphoric afterglow. The tumult of sensations quieted, but her twat still throbbed, and she let her knees weave gently back and forth while she extracted the utmost from her satisfaction.
Soldier heaved himself up to plant his forepaws at either side of her waist, against her tightly-held upper arms, and she laughed at the way he loomed over her.
"I'm all right," she reassured him contentedly. "Did I worry you with all the noise and wiggling around? You're a lot smarter than we thought!" She was touched by what she took to be his concern.
He appeared not to be totally convinced. As if trying to arouse her from her lassitude, he hugged her with his forepaws and shuffled closer. She chuckled lazily at his efforts to gain greater leverage so he could help her sit up. But his restless concern was causing careless contacts; she felt something touch her cunt and thought he had accidentally come too close in his attempt to get her up.
"Okay, okay," she murmured. "You go ahead and try to make me get up. Know what? While you do that, I'm just going to pretend for a minute that you're trying to fuck me!"
The notion amused her. A perverse impulse to tease him seized her. She rubbed herself against the smooth point that prodded the floor of her slit. The sensation was delightful, even though she did feel she was being unfair to him. She realized how effective the teasing was when she felt his pumping motions. The hard point danced and poked at her, and she laughed softly.
"Good thing I'm not fooling around on my hands and knees," she remarked. "You might get that thing in, if I were. God! Wouldn't that be gruesome!" It did seem unkind to carry the teasing too far, she reflected, but she couldn't resist the temptation to see how he would react when he finally had to admit to himself that he couldn't make the connection with her.
He was really trying, she conceded. "There!" she exclaimed. "Pretty good! You've got the tip right in the mouth! If you were built right, you could get it all the way in!"
The light jabs changed character without warning. He lunged with his hindquarters and drove the sharp-tipped cockhead through the tight mouth of her cunt.
She gasped and jerked. "Jesus Christ! I didn't think you could even get it that far in! You're really trying, aren't you!"
His haunches pumped vigorously. To her slowly dawning horror, his cock sank into her, inch by inch. She was startled and enraged. She jerked her knees together to kick him off, but the best she could do was to clasp his flanks between her thighs. With growing anger, she struggled to free her arms. His belly pressed heavily on her lower abdomen and his forepaws clutched her arms just above the elbows, hugging her upper arms close to her ribs. His weight and hers bore on her forearm and held them securely against the rock.
"You sneaky son of a bitch!" she yelled at him. "You knew it all the time! You think you're really going to fuck me! Like Hell you do!" At the moment, though, she had to admit that her prospects of preventing him depended on prompt, drastic action. She hooked her insteps against the fronts of his hind legs and tried to lever him off. But he felt as solid as if he had been rooted to the ground. Her failure brought a surge of unmixed terror.
"Goddamn! Get off, you bastard!"
His rump continued to lunge, and his cock drove rapidly inward. Even in her rage, she was conscious of the overwhelming pleasure the stiff organ was giving her and found herself jerking her hips in unison with his thrusts. That awareness struck her violently. In desperation, certain that her only hope lay in freeing her arms, she flung her legs around him to lift her ass. Locking her ankles, she squeezed.
The effort betrayed her. The hug crushed him into the saddle of her crotch and slammed his straining cock to nearly its full depth in her cunt. She sank into the irresistible delight of the sensation and jerked fiercely again and again, temporarily unable to combat the involuntary responses that endowed her legs with such savage power.
She felt a hard, thick bulge jam against her cuntmouth, its pressure shooting wild streaks of desire through her. Angry but helpless to stop herself, she jerked harder with her legs. As if at a critical point in the penetration, Soldier's forepaws tightened and tugged at her with vicious force. His rump snapped forward, relaxed and repositioned itself, then smashed forward again. She felt her cunt stretching gradually, wedged further and further open by the incredible bulge. Still unable to override the involuntary impulses of her body, she squeezed frantically, her calves bearing on the brute's back like bars.
There was a sudden sensation of relief as the bulge popped through her cuntmouth and lodged in the neck of her vagina. It produced a noticeable pressure on the inner wall, and as she sagged in the aftermath of her effort, she sensed the fact that the pressure was increasing.
Soldier's cockhead had made the inner end of her passage stretch far beyond its normal position. The pointed instrument had intruded among organs that had never before been jostled by a cock. She sobbed aloud in frustration and shame, hating herself for having displayed such bad judgment and hating Soldier worse for having taken advantage of her.
"Soldier!" she cried. "Stop it! You dirty son of a bitch, get off! GET OFF!"
He seemed not to understand her frantic commands. His haunches jerked rhythmically and his cock stroked like a piston in her cunt. She was intensely sensitive to the movement of the strange bulge. She was certain it must be the size of a softball; she had no hope that it would ever go through her cuntmouth until it had shrunk. She knew she had felt it continuing to swell after it had popped in. With each of Soldier's thrusts, the knot drove inward away from her cuntmouth. With each backstroke, it banged against the ring of her opening, jarring her and coming to a hard stop. There seemed to be an inch or two of cock between the back of the knot and the bristly sheath, and that rough segment of cock rubbed in and out through her cuntmouth with a devastating effect on her.
Even through her tears, she had no way to fight the powerful wash of sensations Soldier's plunging cock produced in her. She found every protest punctuated by involuntary ones of excitement and unwilling pleasure. She was sick with shame and revulsion, but her body was vibrant with lust and writhing in its respond. She resigned herself to her helplessness, finally, and submitted to the utter degradation of returning the dog's lunges unreservedly. Her thighs clamped against the coarse hair of his flanks and, her shoulders aflame with the sanding of the rock's grit, she smashed her cunt to the base of the great cock every time Soldier thrust inward.
Her voice broken with sobs, and tears wetting her face, she stormed at her assailant. "Goddamn you, Soldier! UNH-UNNHHH! I hate you! UNNHHHH! You win this time; you're the master. You're going to fuck me until you've had all you want. I can't stop you. I can't even keep myself from fucking right back! EEEEE! UNNNNHHH! Oh, Jesus, Soldier! But when I get back to the house, you're dead! Rocky'll kill you, you bastard! UNNNNHHH! AGHHHHH!"
She hardly recognized the significance of the fact her counterthrusts had allowed her to straighten her elbows. Instead of being pinned under her, her hands were now at her sides, and she was pressing them to her taut asscheeks. Before she was conscious of her movements, she raised her arms and clutched the thick hair on Soldier's chest. His forepaws no longer clasped her upper arms, but clamped tightly at her waist.
Having surrendered to the inevitable fucking, Myra permitted herself the perverse excitement of studying the grotesque contrasts of the scene. She had a beautifully proportioned body, and she knew it better than almost anybody else. Her breasts were youthful and firm, with a hint of matronly fullness. Her waist was slender, and her belly was flat when she stood, but caved in when she lay on her back. Her hips swelled gracefully, and her thighs tapered in long, soft lines. Now, she saw the pale smoothness of her gently rounded flesh shimmering where the moonlight bathed it, and black where Soldier's bulk shaded it. Her thighs gleamed where they lay against the darker, shaggy coat on Soldier's heaving sides. And her hands looked childlike with her fingers half buried in the huge beast's coat.
Soldier let his head sway above her breasts. His tongue lolled and he panted hoarsely. A thick strand of saliva dangled from his tongue to her chest, and as his head swung, he traced and retraced a wet streak from one boob to the other.
Myra was desperate with lust. The fantastic depth of penetration combined with the amazing knot and the brutal sawing at her cuntmouth to make her giddy with passion. Her humiliation and fury seemed merely to intensify her excitement, until she seemed to drift in and out of reality. She had to fight for air. Every gasp was a sobbing, catching inhalation, and every expulsion seemed to drag across her vocal cords to produce a deep, tremulous groan. Except for a fierce nugget of hate that burned unceasingly in the back of her mind, her entire consciousness responded with primitive joy to the savage fucking. The responses of her body were totally unrestrained; she lashed ant flung herself about on the plunging cock without regard for dignity or modesty.
Her belly ached with the hard tautness of it muscles and a ball of burning pleasure grew around the buried cockhead. She felt a rising storm of pulsations at the core of her belly and abandoned herself to her approaching orgasm. When it came, it seemed as if it had exploded inside her. Her cuntmouth bit furiously on the base of the dog's cock, and the contraction raced inward along the tortured vaginal walls to milk the stroking cock. Again and again, tumbling after each other, her contractions swept inward. She could feel their progress distinctly as one section after another clamped momentarily on the unyielding cylinder. And each contraction initiated a fierce, convulsive spasm of her skeletal muscles, so that her body jerked in ferocious contortions, her legs snapping her cunt viciously up against the base of Soldier's cock and her arms heaving her upper torso off the rock to slam into the cushion of Soldier's coat.
"OHHHHHH! AGHHHHH! NNNNHHHH! I'M… COMINNNNNG… NOWWWWW! YOU… SON… OF A… BITCH… YOU! I'M… I'M COMMMIIINNNNG! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
When the violence of her climax subsided, she found Soldier pumping with the same powerful strokes. Driven by his motion, her excitement refused to decay, and she hung at a level barely below that of orgasm and knew that her capacity would recover in moments and rocket her into another, equally violent climax.
Moments before that happened, after she had already sensed the initial symptoms of another climax, Soldier stopped thrusting. He ground his sheath into the soft membranes of her cunt and pulled her fiercely to him with his forepaws. A weird, hard tremor seized him, feeling like the action of a giant vibrator to her. His cock pulsed sharply and heat began to pool around his cockhead.
"You dirty bastard!" The words grated between her clenched teeth, even as the full force of her own repeat orgasm burst over her. "You son of a bitch! Sure, you're coming! Emptying your cum into me as if I were a Goddamn bitch! And me coming as hard as I ever have in my life! EEEYAAGHHHH! UNNNHHHHH!"
Soldier raised his head. He tilted his muzzle toward the moon and uttered a low, chilling howl that quavered against the bluffs behind them and lost itself in the mutter of the surf. Myra felt goosebumps on her flesh, and a prickling along her spine betrayed a primitive streak in her that responded to the howl as quickly as it would have in any bitch.
She tightened the grip of her legs and slid her arms over the beast's shoulders to pull herself more firmly against him. Her boobs flattened on his chest, blanketed by his heavy coat, and she thrust her face into his ruff.
She was dimly aware of the rank scent of her own cunt and of the heavy flow of wetness his plunging had caused. Behind the pungent smell of sex was the background of rotting seaweed and salt spray and dust. She shuddered violently at the realization of the infinite gap between her present primitive behavior and the veneer of civilization and culture she had so confidently taken for granted.
She exhausted herself in the ferocity of her climax. Her legs felt rubbery when the contractions subsided; her ankles slid free of each other and her feet dropped to the sand. Her fingers lost their grip and her arms straightened and let her back to the rock. But the painful clasp of Soldier's forepaws failed to ease. He kept her jammed onto the base of his cock and continued his insane vibration.
"Oh, Christ! What's happening?" she demanded weakly. "What the hell's going on?"
It dawned on her gradually that a male dog's orgasm must be enormously different from that of a man. The vibration was astoundingly different, to begin with. Even now, the vibrator-like buzz generated nearly intolerable sensations of pleasure and excitement in her. But where a man's climax came in an eruptive spurt of semen, great gobs that jetted into a woman and emptied him in mere seconds, a dog's orgasm must instead be a slow oozing of the thick jism. She had no idea how long it might take to exhaust his reservoir, but the mere question terrified her.
The strain of her sexual response and bitter anger had depleted whatever reserve of strength she might have possessed. Yet her cunt was still sensitive to stimulation, and it was clear that the continued vibration was going to force her into yet another orgasm.
Somehow, her renewed excitement seemed to impart a spurt of energy to her wilted body. She was able to raise her knees and clamp her thighs on Soldier's haunches, her insteps pressed to his lower legs. And she clutched at his forelegs with groping fingers while a fresh burst of contractions milked the throbbing cock.
Again, she flopped helplessly, her body convulsed with the spasms triggered by the contractions of her cunt. But when the peak passed and the agonizing tension ebbed, she knew that the brute that mounted her was nearing the finish of his orgasm. The vibrations diminished and his brutal grip on her waist began to loosen. The great head lowered to hang from his massive shoulders. His tongue lay on her chest, broad and hot between her breasts.
She panted nearly as hard as the spent dog, but as he sagged, his weight on her belly made it surprisingly difficult for her to fill her lungs. She pressed against his chest with her hands.
"All right, you bastard! You got your free ride; now get the hell off me!" But she added grudgingly, "Got to admit you fuck awfully good!"
Soldier braced his forepaws on the rock and drew backward. A cold knot of horror gathered in Myra's belly; the strange knot on Soldier's cock seemed not to have lost a bit of its hardness or diameter, and it locked firmly against the inner rim of her cuntmouth. There appeared to be no way that Soldier was going to pull free.
"Omigod!" she whispered in fright. "You're locked into me! We're hung up!"
The great brute sagged again with a low whine. Myra tried to relax, hoping for some kind of brilliant inspiration. She slowly became aware that the long cock shared the knot's failure to collapse. It still stretched the length of her belly, poker hard and totally rigid. She was impaled by an organ as stiff and unbending as a length of steel pipe.
"Myra… Myra…"
She cringed and tensed. Someone – one of the two women – was calling to her. The perspiration that bathed her turned cold and she shivered uncontrollably.
"Omigod! They can't find me like this!" she whispered in an agony of fear. "Not this way!"
"Myra? You down there, Myra?"
It was Leanne, Myra was certain. Surely the sensitive brunette wouldn't be by herself. They were probably all out looking, and there had to be at least one more of them with Leanne.
Soldier stirred at the sound of the call. He heaved backward again with no more success than the first time. Unable to move by herself – to scramble away from the dog – Myra now began to wonder if she could encourage him to get her out of sight until they could get unlocked. His heave had pulled her halfway off the rock, and she had already wrapped her legs around him again to avoid having to hang by her cunt on his cock. Quickly, she locked her arms around the thick neck and pulled herself up against his belly and chest. She clung to him with legs and arms while he backed away from the rock. But his obvious irritation scared her into letting go with her arms.
Head and shoulders resting on the sand, she kept her ankles securely locked and her legs tightly clasped and let him drag her through the sand. Soldier backed at a stumbling run, an irritated rumble in his throat. But the coarse sand provided poor footing. His paws sank into it and slowed him until he came to a halt. He stood over her and lifted one foot, then another. She felt that his expression was one of pained reproach as he stared down at her upturned face.
"Myra? MYRA!"
Myra could hear the rustle of dislodged dirt. Leanne must be nearing the lower end of the path.
"Run, Soldier! Run!" Myra whispered frantically and jerked her legs to goad the dog into flight.
But Soldier merely looked distressed and stood his ground.
"You son of a bitch!" she hissed at him. "Get me the hell out of here!"
"Soldier!" Leanne cried out in surprise. "Is Myra – Soldier, What's… OH!" Leanne crossed the sand and stared down at the humiliating scene. "My God, Myra!" she exclaimed in a low tone. "I didn't know!"
Myra fumed. Her throat ached. She moved her lips, but no sound came.
Leanne knelt and studied the situation. "Oh, God! He's really in, isn't he! And locked, I'll bet! Myra!"
Myra overcame the worst of her embarrassment. "It isn't like it looks!" she wailed.
Leanne snorted. "Sure looks like he's got his peter buried all the way to his balls in you! If it isn't that, what is it?"
"I mean, I didn't want him to! I didn't get this way on purpose!"
"Huh?"
Myra groaned with frustration. "I… I didn't know what was happening!"
"Oh, come on!" Leanne rocked back on her heels. "Really!"