Jim released Bonnie briefly to study his wife's situation. "You'll be in trouble," he warned. "Suppose he drags you off the side of the bench. Break an arm for sure!"
"Okay," she whispered. "But couldn't you put a rope around me to keep that from happening?"
"Well… maybe."
Rocky ran his fingertips lightly over Leanne's boobs. "Let's try."
They used two lengths of rope, removing both from Leanne's ankles. One, they passed around her waist and the bench, while they looped the other over her lower abdomen near the end of the bench. For a time, they watched Soldier. When he showed signs of restlessness, they quieted him. But there was no way to stem his growing desire to be uncoupled. He finally began to tug at his imprisoned cock, and when his efforts failed to loosen the lock, his jerking grew increasingly violent.
Leanne cried out in alarm. "Untie me! For God's sake, he's going to pull me inside out!"
"She's probably right!" Bonnie leaned forward breathlessly, eyes bright and tongue dabbing at dry lips. "She'll be a lot safer getting dragged."
Myra withheld comment. But while the two men were fumbling at knots, she reflected upon Bonnie's unexpected lack of sympathy for Leanne. Strangely, she herself no longer felt any animosity toward Jim's wife; she had suffered enough indignity to erase the sting of her reaction to Myra's adventure. But Bonnie appeared to be gloating over Leanne's predicament.
Myra whispered over her shoulder to Ward, "Think Bonnie's going to like Soldier?"
Ward's hand tightened convulsively, his finger biting into the softness of her cunt. "We'll find out pretty soon!" he exclaimed. His breath was hot or Myra's neck. "Just as soon as the son of a bitch gets rested up!"
Myra squirmed. At her movement, Ward began fingering her with active interest. Excitement made her tingle, and she found it difficult to concentrate on what was happening to Leanne. But she did see Jim and Rocky ease the girl off the bench and lower her shoulders to the ground. Leanne hung under Soldier, her legs clamped desperately around him the way Myra's had been the night before. Soldier dragged his burden erratically, backing rapidly, then pausing to rest until panic rose again. Light spurts of dust arose behind the trailing black hair, then settled on it to dull its gloss. Leanne clutched at the dog's forelegs as if to protect herself from being stepped on, and Myra recalled her own concern on the beach.
But Ward's fondling had become increasingly demanding and her pleasure blotted out interest in Leanne's problem. She allowed Ward to turn her so she had her side to his belly, then submitted to his urging and leaned backward over his arm. His free hand caressed her belly and dipped at irregular intervals to her cunt.
"Ward, oh, Ward!" she whispered. "I'm getting sloppy wet! You know that, don't you!"
He chuckled, then lowered his mouth to hers. She gulped at his lips and teased them with her tongue. In a moment, he drove his tongue into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at it, twisting with pleasure and reaching around his shoulders to clasp her hands behind his head.
When his fingers dug between her labia, she thrust her feet apart and stiffened her knees. Her hips twisted from side to side in response to the surge of pleasure that fired her cunt. She wrenched free of his kiss.
"For God's sake, Ward, honey!" she gasped. "Get me out of here and fuck me!"
"Right now?" he asked in a startled tone. "Now?"
"Yes! Quick! I'm burning up!" She fumbled at his cock through his trousers. "Quick, honey!"
He led her away from the picnic area. She was thankful she had failed to remove her sneakers; decomposed granite bit at the soles with a reminder of how cruel it could be to bare feet. Ward paused briefly at the edge of a wash, then helped her down the bank to the sandy bed.
"How about here?" he asked. His voice seemed to shake with anticipation.
"Great!" she exclaimed. "Oh, fuck me, honey!"
"Ever try the swan?"
"No! Let's, whatever that is!"
He turned her so he stood behind her. Catching her wrists and twisting, he forced her to bend from the hips. As she bent, he forced her arms back and up. To her amazement, she found she could protect her shoulders only by keeping her legs straight and lowering her upper torso until her boobs brushed her knees.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "This is the swan?"
"Right!" He pressed her wrists together and held them with one hand.
She panted and listened to the sound of his zipper being unfastened. In a moment, she felt the bulging dome of his cockhead nuzzling at her cuntmouth. His knees pressed forward outside her thighs and his cockhead pressed hard against the slippery rim of her cunt. With a jerk of her body she thrust herself onto the rigid cock.
"Unnnhbhhh!" She shuddered at the delicious sensation of fullness. "Mmmmm! Honey, you can let go! I'll stay down!"
He released her wrists and grasped her hips. She rested her palms on the sand to brace herself. His knees bent while he plunged his cock to its full length in her cunt, and she felt his weight settling onto his hands and the base of his cock.
"I'm going to ride you," he said in warning.
"Okay!" Her hair tumbled, its tips hanging on the sand. Her boobs dangled in conical shapes and her thighs shook.
The weight on Ward's hands and the base of his cock increased enormously. She watched his feet leave the ground and rise to the backs of her knees.
"My God!" she exclaimed with a grunt. "Oh, Ward! Fuck deep!"
Using his hands for leverage, he began jerking his hips. Top-heavy, Myra recognized the danger of letting her rider increase the force of his jabs.
"Hold… still!" she cried out with panic.
Ward settled and she began to flex her knees rhythmically. To her delight and fierce excitement, she was able to bounce him up and down, his cock a bulging piston in her cunt. Her enthusiasm grew and she strengthened her thrusts. Suddenly, pleasure burning wildly in her belly, she misjudged her force and lost her balance. As she toppled, head tucked under, Ward swung his feet free and caught himself. His cock jerked loose with a tug she thought had torn out her cunt, but as she sprawled in the sand staring into the sky she felt the momentary agony fade and knew she was all right.
Ward gazed down at her, his expression deeply concerned. "You okay, puss?"
She squirmed, the sand dry and hot under her back and the sunlight feeling like a heated coating on her skin. She tingled fiercely. Her cunt seemed to pulse with desire for the cock that had so abruptly torn free, and the inner slopes of her thighs ached for the feel of hard, male flesh. She stretched languorously and returned his gaze from beneath lashes suddenly gone heavy.
"I'm okay," she replied. Her voice sounded husky to her. "C'mere."
A slow smile replaced Ward's worried frown. For a moment longer, he continued to stand spraddle-legged, hands on hips, while he studied the sensuously sprawled figure. Myra felt a surge of primitive exultation at the excitement and anticipation that lighted his face. On impulse, she scrambled to her knees and placed her hands on Ward's. His cock projected toward her face, the shaft darkly veined and the head purple. Wetness from the recent immersion was already drying in the still heat.
"Oh, Ward!" she whispered. "Ward, honey!" She released his hands and struggled with the waist fastener of his trousers.
Loosened, his trousers settled to the ground. Ward stepped out of them, but Myra laid her hands on his hips in a wordless plea to keep him where he was. He grinned and squeezed her shoulders with his fingertips.
"Your shirt, honey?" She fingered the lower edge of the garment.
Ward shrugged out of the shirt to stand naked before her. His body was hardly a novelty to her. There had been more than one instance of nude swimming, and she had seen him in action with Leanne the previous night. But she felt a considerable difference this time. He had already had his cock fully planted in her, and from her present kneeling position, the great hard-on was not only the nearest object in her view, but dominant in her desire.
She recalled the fantasies that had come to her while she had gulped at his tongue. Hesitantly, she leaned closer and kissed the blunt nose of his cockhead. His gasp was clearly audible. She pressed a firmer kiss against his cockhead and slid one hand from his hip to the rigid shaft. Her fingers closed on it, the heat of the meaty organ warming her palm startlingly.
At her touch, his hips jerked in reflex and an abrupt, short pulse momentarily swelled his cock. His hands twitched forward to rest on her head, his fingertips working their way through her hair. Holding his cock in position so the bulging head rested on her lips, she gently dabbed at the crusted surface with the tip of her tongue. The nearly dry residue had a flavor that was uniquely sexual; it caused her cheeks to pucker and triggered a copious flow of saliva. She had a brief flare of wild excitement over the wickedness of her action. Under the circumstances, she could think of no taste that could have appealed more to her. With increasing boldness, she began to wet the velvety dome with her own saliva and to strip the softening residue with the flat surface of her tongue.
Ward's fingers clutched convulsively at her hair and he emitted a whispered groan. With seemingly involuntary reaction, his knees bent to push into her armpits. As he moved, his hips rotated to thrust his cock more firmly to her mouth. She tightened her grip on the thick shaft and licked at the rounded slopes of the head. Her other hand slipped back around his hip to his ass.
She fingered the hard, quivering buttocks and felt them flinch when her lips pursed at the tip of his cock and began to suck at the pulpy flesh. She heard a fly buzzing around her head. In her excitement, the droning sound acted as a stimulant rather than an annoyance. She became aware of a film of sweat that was forming on her body, and her hand encountered sweaty wetness on Ward's back.
Ward groaned aloud. His hips surged backward momentarily, then forward again. She tilted his cock upward and licked at the underside of his cockhead. She felt the strange slickness of the edges of its slit and was startled when her tongue scooped up a large drop of thin fluid from it. The taste was subtle, in sharp contrast to the slightly salty flavor of the thickened scale she had been getting. With an involuntary gulp, she pressed her lips to the slit and sucked vigorously. She was delighted at the sudden flow of juice she produced in the trembling cock and disappointed at how quickly she drained the slit.
Instinctively, she stopped kneading Ward's butt and slid her arm around his thighs. She hugged them tightly and concentrated on his cock. Experimenting, she alternated between tonguing, kissing, and nibbling. From time to time, she let a kiss turn into a fierce little sucking gesture. Each time she did that, Ward's fingers tightened their grip on her hair and his body stiffened. He was grunting at intervals and mumbling to her between grunts. His knees rested against the outer fullness of her booby moving continuously.
Where her body contacted his, she felt the heat build up and the wetness of perspiration increase and grow sticky. What had been a film of moisture was rapidly becoming a thick coating. Drops of sweat coursed downward in rivulets that felt to her as if flies were crawling over her. But when the fly that had been buzzing around her head landed on her arm, the sensation was distinctly different and made her shudder.
She could see the sweat collecting on Ward's belly and running into his pubic hair. Pulling her head back, she gave him a moment's respite while she wallowed in the erotic luxury of studying the picture before her. He was hairier than her Rocky; a glossy pelt covered his chest and belly, and above the base of his cock it formed a thick, curly pad of black forest. It looked wiry to her and felt like stiff bristles where the knuckles of her clenched hand pressed into it. His cock was discolored as if she were strangling it, and the head glistened where her tongue had stripped away the caked remnants of her cunt-juice.
She noticed that his perspiration was trickling onto his balls, collecting there and dripping from the lowest hairs. She bent her neck impulsively and lapped at the sweat to dry the heavily burdened sac. Then, excitement welling within her, she returned to her tender mouthing of the throbbing cock. She finished cleaning it, thrilling at the newly washed appearance of the shaft and head. Making her mouth into an "O", she worked her lips over the slopes of Ward's cockhead and began to engulf the fat knob with her mouth. She had to distend her jaws more widely than she had anticipated, and getting the entire cockhead inside required more forceful effort than she would have imagined. It filled the cavity, pressing her tongue backward toward her throat and molding itself to the ridges in her palate. She guarded carefully against biting, but closed her lips behind the flaring shoulders and sucked vigorously.
Ward groaned more loudly as she worked the upper surface of her tongue over the underside of his cockhead. She held his cock at a horizontal angle and bobbed her head to force her lips back and forth over a short length of his shaft. With shaky muttering, he bent over her so his upper belly was resting on his hands and against the top of her head. Heat radiated from his twitching flesh. She smelled the pungent odor of his after-shower lotion and, cutting through that, his natural aroma of fresh sweat.
Quite suddenly, he clutched fistfuls of her hair and thrust her head back while pulling his cock free of her mouth.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed hoarsely. "You ever suck Rocky off like this?"
She let him tilt her face up. "No," she replied in a low tone. "I didn't think I could. I mean, that I could stand to do it." She felt a rush of shame. "That's awful, to find out something's fun with you that I wouldn't do with Rocky."
"Plenty of time to make it up to him," muttered Ward. "I was just wondering. It felt like you were trying to figure out what you were doing."
"I'm not any good?" She heard the hurt in her tone.
"Hell, I didn't say that! Feels great!"
"But you made me stop."
"Just for a minute. Thought I was going to shoot the whole load right then! Come on, let's go again."
But he lowered her to the sand. She clutched at him in an effort to pull him down with her, and he settled to his knees. He turned himself, straddling her head and lowering himself to bury his face in her pubic hair. With a gasp, she drew her knees up and thrust them apart.
Ward sighed. "Mmm! You smell great!" He nuzzled her cunt.
She clasped her hands together over his ass and tugged at him. He let his hips down until his cock pushed at her lips. Clinging to his back with one hand, she regained her grip on his shaft with the other and gobbled at his cockhead. She quickly got the fat knob into her mouth again and resumed her eager sucking. The physical sensation was as weird as any she had experienced, she decided. His cockhead filled her mouth completely, as it had before. The pulpy bulk had a consistency nothing else in her memory had, it felt as if it were almost spongy, so that she could squeeze great quantities of liquid from it if she tried. The flesh bulged on both sides of the slit and felt strange to her crowded tongue. And the feeling she got when she sucked at the hot mass was like nothing she had ever known.
The nerves in her mouth were sensitive, she reflected, but the sensations were nothing like those produced by friction or pressure around her cunt. Still, they did have a highly sexual content and combined with her mental pleasure in her actions to drive her excitement upward in a steepening spiral.
She believed she was beginning to understand the wild excitement Bonnie had displayed with Rocky the night before. And when Ward thrust his head between her thighs and started kissing her labia, she knew she was. The pressure of his mouth was totally different from the insistent strokes of Soldier's tongue. Rocky had kissed her cunt once in a while. It had shocked and embarrassed her, but she had been honest enough with herself to admit that the pleasure was intense. Now, with Ward's cock filling her mouth and pushing at the archway to her throat, the touch of his lips on her cunt felt like a tongue of flame.
She felt his fingers at her labia, spreading them to expose her cuntmouth. Ward must be peering deep into her vagina, she thought distractedly; he must be gazing at all the weird folds and crevices of her flesh. But he began to lick the moisture-coated membranes of her inner slopes, and her hips jerked violently. Her butt lifted from the sand and fell back, then lifted again. Waves of pleasure washed fiercely over her. Jerking her hips from side to side, she redoubled the vigor of her sucking, and jacked her hand back and forth on Ward's cock. His balls appeared to have been drawn to the neck of his scrotum; they lay heavily at the base of his cock, just above her eyes, and swayed with his restless movement.
Although his body shielded most of hers from the sun, lack of air circulation created stifling conditions that made her think fleetingly of a steam bath. Her own body was now drenched with perspiration, and she watched streaks of sweat widen in the dust that had already settled on Ward's thighs. But everything about the situation conspired to heighten her sensitivity to stimuli and convert their signals into erotic messages. It seemed fitting that what background she glimpsed past the overwhelming foreground of Ward's crouching form and his heavy cock and balls, should be a sunlit, sheer bank looming over a dry, sand-filled gully.
She sucked with abandoned eagerness. She was determined to drive Ward to orgasm with her mouth. The masterful timing and rhythm she imagined, she found impossible to achieve; his onslaught on her cunt repeatedly distracted her and caused her torso to leap insanely. Pinned by his hands and arms, she could make no movement to wrest her cunt from the persistent probing of his tongue or the maddening suction of his mouth, but she could twist and buck when the pleasure threatened to grow too intense. And she could clamp her fingers more fiercely around his cock and claw at his back.
Her jaws ached from the continued effort of sucking. The roots of her tongue felt numb as the result of the way the organ scrubbed his cockhead. She longed to be able to open her throat wide enough for his cock to slide all the way in, but knew she could not.
A great sense of tenderness washed over her. She felt as if she were giving Ward something tremendously precious and receiving something equally precious in return. Her hand glided across his butt, pausing to caress the muscled asscheeks, then slipped onto the hairy ridge at the root of his cock. With delicate touch, she stroked his balls with her fingertips and dragged one fingernail back and forth along the pulsing ridge. Muscular twitchings made the base of his cock jerk and pulled his balls tighter against his shaft. She was certain that she was reaching the point of blowing him into his climax.
He seized her clitoris between his lips. She felt agonizing waves of excitement as the tip of his tongue mauled the tip of the swollen little organ. Her heels flailed at the sand and she writhed furiously, but his hands clutched at the sides of her cunt and provided a steadying base for his jaw to rest against. With frantic energy, she intensified her sucking. She sheathed her teeth with her lips and bit down on the firmness of his cock. Swallowing and fighting to get air through her nose, she pressed upward with her face to force his cockhead into the entrance of her throat.
His hips worked rhythmically, undulating as if he were fucking her eager mouth. The movement was wildly erotic to her in her present state of mind, and she sucked as hard as she could. Her gaze was focused on the base of his cock, and she saw a sudden, hard new swelling at the same instant as he stopped pumping at her. Almost simultaneously, warm, thick fluid gushed into her throat. She held her breath and swallowed convulsively as the pressure built. She felt a stinging sensation in the back of her nose; her swallowing was at the moment not sufficient to prevent the spurting substance from backing into her nasal cavities.
Panicked, she gulped harder and managed to equalize the flow. But in the midst of her discomfort, she continued to suck fiercely. She meant to drain him to the core.
His mouthing of her clitoris slowed and stopped, as if he were suspended in time during the eruption of his semen. When the initial force of his orgasm subsided, he released her clitoris. She felt his tongue plunge into her cunt. His mouth closed over the surrounding membranes and sucked them in, one pulpy mouthful that he chewed and sucked at the same time.
The cumulative sensations acted on her like an electric prod. She flung herself against his face and felt her limbs contort under the sudden stress of her vaginal contractions. The burning lust surged over her and she stiffened. She raised her legs and churned her feet in the air. Her belly hardened and leaped and her boobs swayed wildly. Great tremors shook her, one after another, and she clawed at Ward's hips with both hands. Her nails bit deeply into his flesh and held tenaciously. When the force of her spasms began to decline, she loosened her rigidly clutched fingers and let her hands fall limply to the sand at either side. But she continued to suck the softening cock until the diminishing flow of jism turned to a thin, watery dribble.
With a gentle sigh, she raised her leaden arms and imprisoned the base of his cock with her fingertips. She sucked steadily while easing the flaccid prick out of her mouth, then licked it with slow, loving strokes to dry it.
Ward sagged against her. Their sweaty bodies were sticky and raw where they touched, and the salt stung her through her open pores. She showered light kisses onto Ward's cockhead and made a low, continuous sound of crooning in her throat. Ward squeezed her thighs and rubbed his face against their inner surfaces.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed quietly. "Sweaty work in this damn wash! Wouldn't get any breeze down here if it was blowing a gale on the level."
"That's how it ought to be," she murmured past his cock. "Sex ought to be hot and wet."
He laughed softly. "Okay. I'll buy that. Hey! Suppose Soldier might be ready to go again?"