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The Dog Ballers (FF-dog)
by Anon Author - 1995
First published by "The Editor"



                            Chapter 1

     Myra, her mysterious urge to fuck becoming almost
uncontrollable, needed a time to be alone.  She needed these quiet
moments for thinking and hanging on and making her spinning
universe settle into something she could recognize.  This wild
point of land seemed not only to defy the shape of reality, but to
twist feelings and behavior among whatever humans dared invade it.
     Surf curled onto the beach before her, its gray-green wall
toppling in slow motion so that she caught herself holding her
breath while she waited for the thud that seemed to shake the
balcony floor beneath her feet.  The dying hiss of each breaker
drew itself out like the prolonged sigh that follows orgasm,
amplified a thousand-thousand times.
     And that was the whole problem, she thought.  The whole scene
throbbed with sex.  The harder she tried to escape its erotic
message, the more tightly it seemed to enclose her.  The pulse of
the surf felt like a majestic beat of the climactic waves of
contraction.  A lone seagull, soaring with motionless wings,
reminded her of the full-curved silhouette of her own proud-
standing breasts.  The spray-laden breeze played over her body
with the intimate caresses of a lover.
     Where else, she asked herself, would she ever have considered
such a weird notion as this: to come out onto the observation deck
naked and stare at the scenery?  More than anything else about
Pulsegate, this behavior of hers was a symbol of the way the place
was warping her impulses.
     She loved the other two couples; she and Rocky had spent
happy hours wondering lazily how many people were lucky enough to
enjoy the kind of friendship they had with Leanne and Jim Stokes
and Bonnie and Ward Ramos.  She had concluded long before that the
feeling was love--that mere "liking" could never be as deep and
satisfying as the feeling they shared with their friends.  But
loving could be a nonphysical thing.  At least, its physical
components could consist of pleasant warmth in the harmless
embraces they shared upon meeting or leaving each other and the
occasional quick hugs that came spontaneously when delight bubbled
over.
     What was happening here was not like that innocent fairy tale
she and Rocky had been living.  Something--maybe it was the
isolation from civilization, or the primitive savagery of the
landscape, or the chemistry of pure, human nature--was reaching
through the social fabric to awaken instincts and desires that
must have belonged to prehistoric ancestors of man.
     A flicker of movement in the undergrowth beyond the corner of
the house to her right snapped the spell.  She tensed in momentary
panic, cringing inwardly and ready to scramble back into hers and
Rocky's bedroom.  But she relaxed when she made out the head and
shoulders of wolflike Soldier, the strange, surly brute who had
survived his master's death and continued to course the wild point
in search of intruders.
     Bonnie and Ward Ramos had been as surprised as anyone else to
find themselves heirs to Pulsegate.  Bonnie had known nothing
about any recluse uncle, and she had clearly been stunned to learn
about the lonely way he had spent the last twenty years of his
life.
     "A retreat!" Bonnie had exclaimed to the others when the
facts had begun to sink in.  "We can all use it for a retreat!"
     And that idea had sprouted and taken hold until all six felt
as if there had been no other alternative.  So they were all here,
airing the two-story lodge and turning it into a livable place to
spend long weekends or vacations.
     Bonnie's mother had confessed the family's conspiracy against
Uncle Walt.  They had excluded him when he had married the wild,
sensuous Carlita; as if he had never existed, they had shut him
out of their memories and away from mention.  Until his death,
thirty-six years later, they had known nothing of his whereabouts.
They had been unaware of Carlita's death in the sixteenth year of
the marriage, unaware of the decay of the Pulsegate land--not
knowing Pulsegate existed and never hinting to the younger members
of the clan that the haunting, abandoned works of the mysterious
poet, Walt Mason were those of a relative.
     "Cruel!" exclaimed Myra softly.  "How could Bonnie be part of
a family like that?  Ugh!"
     Soldier was the only moving creature in her field of vision,
except for the solitary gull, and she found her attention drawn to
the ghostly, gray beast as he wove his way among the huge
boulders.  His nose was close to the ground, and his tail was
tucked close to his hind legs while he worked whatever old trail
he had uncovered.
     She shivered and ran her hands slowly over her naked hips and
thighs.  The silken warmth of her skin sent thrills of pleasure
through her fingertips and a brief giddiness to her head.
     "Good God, Myra!" she scolded herself.  "What the hell's
wrong?  Pretty bad when you're so horny even the sight of a dog
makes you think about screwing!"
     They had arranged their vacations together all three couples-
-the way they had been doing for the past six or seven years.
Only this time they had come here to Pulsegate with a purpose.
The strange thing was that now, by the middle of the third day,
the spell of the place had them all on edge.  She knew the others
were feeling it as acutely as she; they gave themselves away by
the way they kept glancing furtively at each other out of the
corers of their eyes and the way they had begun avoiding the
normal little physical contacts that were so likely to occur among
close friends.
     "Everybody's afraid one of those accidental touches is going
to explode into an orgy," she murmured to the seagull.  "It's like
threads connecting all of us, carrying currents between us all the
time!"
     Bonnie and Ward had mumbled something about inspecting the
spring, and had left the house right after lunch.  Leanne and Jim
had used the excuse of exploring the surf cave on the north side
of the point.  Rocky had said something about the fence and asked
her to go, but she had recognized her need for thinking time.
     "Just to let the pressure off," she remarked now in a musing
tone.  "All of us know we've got to find a way to bleed it off.
Christ!  What did we have for lunch?  I can't even remember; I had
to concentrate too hard on not saying anything sexy!  What kind of
Goddamn black magic did Bonnie's uncle weave around this place?"
     But she knew it had nothing to do with magic or the
supernatural.  It had to do merely with the fact that they were
three females and three males, all healthy and vigorous and damned
attractive, who loved each other well enough that the isolation
and forced intimacy were breaking down conventional barriers.  She
had difficulty believing that the network of civilized rules could
be that superficial.  Surely, she kept insisting to herself,
morality went deeper than this!  But there was no way to deny the
thrills that raced over her now, and the vivid immediacy of her
recurrent fantasies about Ward and Jim.
     Soldier paused beside a rotted post, sniffed, and cocked a
hind leg at it.
     "Marking his territory," she noted.  A finger of the wind
probed at her and she flinched at the sudden, hot flush that swept
her skin.  "Jesus!  Territory!"
     The notion of territorial privileges had slipped into her
consciousness.  Dogs in the wild--the wolves, for example--were
like so many other animals in their territorial habits.  Each male
powerful enough to defend his territory established exclusive
breeding rights with whatever females chose to live with him
within his range.  For an instant, Myra had allowed herself to
imagine the feelings of such a female in Soldier's domain.  She
had deliberately, she decided, pretended for a moment to be that
female and to thrill to the knowledge that Soldier's cocked leg
had been a symbolic demonstration of his exclusive sex rights to
the bitch who watched unseen.
     She backed silently away from the railing and tiptoed to the
open door of her room.  "Damn fool," she muttered to herself.
"Daydreams about Jim and Ward aren't enough!  You would have to
come up with a dumb idea like that!  Now I'll be having daydreams
about being a Goddamn bitch-wolf!"
     She fingered her clothes with distaste.  Being alone had done
nothing toward quieting the hunger that was eating at her.  It had
merely served to focus her attention and make her more sharply
aware of the dangerous state they had all gotten into.  She was
vibrant with desire right now, she realized; she would get through
the rest of the day only partly aware of what was being said,
waiting to be alone with Rocky, legs clasping him and cunt beating
against him.  And in the morning, after all the fucking Rocky
could survive, she would still be quivering with need.
     This morning had been that way.  Yesterday morning had been
that way.  "God!" she whispered.  "It's going to be like that all
the time we're here!  Maybe we'd better bug out while we can!"
     She studied her panties and bra with growing irritation,
thinking of the deadening restriction they would subject her skin
to.  Finally she grabbed them and stuffed them into the hamper,
hung her tight dress in the closet, and got out a soft, loose
smock.  Shrugging into it, she squirmed before the mirror and
watched the soft folds slide against her tits.  The friction
delivered the kind of sensations she wanted.  She conceded to
herself that she was inviting trouble; pampering her appetite was
the least likely way to gain control over herself.  She would be
feeding the flames, in a manner of speaking.  But she was beyond
caution.
     The afternoon had gotten away from her.  She heard voices
from outside and hurried downstairs to the big room that made up
the entire ground floor.  Her hair was loose around her shoulders,
the color of ripe wheat and gleaming from the hundreds of
thousands of brush strokes she had given it over the years.  It
seemed half to float, half to bounce, as she deliberately
exaggerated the movement of dropping to each succeeding step.  Her
breasts, firm and ripe and taut-nippled, bounced also; that was
what she was trying to make happen.  She liked the abrupt surge of
pressure at the bottom of each bounce and the dry, rustling stroke
of her nipples over the inside of the smock.
     Now engrossed in her body, she emphasized the sensuous sway
of her hips and tuned her awareness to the complicated grind of
her buttocks.  Slim-waisted, long-legged and big-chested, she knew
how well she made out in the "sexy" department.  She liked that
always had and knew no temporary tension was going to enable her
to hide her sexiness on a moment's notice.  She was five feet two
of appetizing female--a hundred and five pounds of it--and she was
stuck with the fact.
     To her surprise, Rocky was already in the house.  He was
pacing with the light-footed springiness that was so
characteristic of him, his expression as troubled as she had felt.
     "Rocky!  I didn't know you were back!  How long?"
     "Oh ... half-hour, maybe."
     "Damn it!  Why didn't you holler?  Or come on up?"
     "Huh?"  He eyed her ruefully.  "For a quickie, you mean?"
     "Honey, I don't know what's come over me!  Yes, a quickie!
Anyhow, a half-hour would have been time enough to make it pretty
good."
     Rocky laughed uncomfortably.  "Guess so.  Figured you'd gone
for a walk.  Didn't hear a sound."
     Bonnie came in, kicking her feet against the doorstep to
knock the dust off, and Ward followed her.
     "How's the spring?" asked Rocky.
     Ward snorted.  "Plugged.  Take a whole day to get it cleaned
out, I'll bet."
     "That bad?"
     "Yeah.  Seeping some, but that's about all.  Hey, Jim and
Leanne still out?"
     Myra nodded.
     "Hope to hell they know what they're doing."  Ward looked
worried.  "I hate a Goddamn cave with a passion.  Never know when
it's going to cave in or something."
     "But that bluff's solid rock!" Rocky protested.
     "It's got cracks.  And it's not real hard rock--more like
sandstone or something."
     Myra heard Leanne's voice outside, bubbling with laughter.
The moment Leanne and Jim came in, she noticed their satisfied
expressions and semi-exhaustion.  They didn't waste the afternoon,
she reflected.  They knew what ought to come first!
     Bonnie seemed to have caught the same symptoms.  "You guys
find the cave interesting?" she asked, a note of skepticism
evident in her voice.
     Leanne looked embarrassed, but Jim chuckled comfortably.
     "Sure!" replied the lanky man.  "Interesting as hell!  Big
pile of seaweed like grass at the back.  Been there so long there
weren't even any bugs around it.  Like a haystack, if you like
tumbling in hay."
     Ward began to laugh.  "You two never could get near a
haystack without trying to make out!"
     "WARD!" Leanne blushed furiously.  "For God's sake!"
     Jim grabbed his wife's hand.  "Come on, babe.  Maybe we've
got time for a shower before supper."  He grinned broadly.  "Itchy
as hell, after wallowing in that seaweed."
     Myra helped Bonnie prepare supper.  She heard only half of
what the other chattered about, her imagination trapped in
fantasies about stacks of seaweed in the backs of caves, and of
Jim's long, slender body pressing her own into the salt-scented
masses.
     Supper was somewhat confused; all six showed the strain that
Myra had been concerned about.  Again and again, someone would
start to say something, then choke it off self-consciously.  Myra
herself bit her tongue barely in time to stifle a remark that
would have been inexcusably suggestive.  When that happened a
second time, she trembled and felt perspiration dampening her
smock.  She bolted the remainder of her food and excused herself
from the table.
     It seemed to her to be a tense, nervous group that gathered
at the bar after the dishes had been washed and put away.  Ward
played host, pouring drinks to order, then took his own to the
corner where his guitar was stored.  He plucked quietly at the
strings, listening and twisting tuning keys, then began to strum a
weirdly discordant rhythm.  He hummed, the melody a strange one to
Myra, but one that made her flesh prickle.
     "What was that?" she asked when he fell silent.
     "Damned if I know, he said musingly.  He turned toward
Bonnie, "Didn't we hear something like that down in Mexico last
year?"
     She frowned briefly.  "It was in that temple, wasn't it?"
     "Yeah.  That's it.  Some kind of fertility thing."
     Before she quite realized what she was saying, Myra blurted
her protest.  "Hell of a thing to play hen we're all so damn
horny!"  She gasped and jerked her hand to her mouth.  "Omigod!
What am I saying?"
     Bonnie broke the uncomfortable silence, her hostess instinct
apparently working.  "Look, Myra's right.  What's wrong with us?
We're good enough friends to get it into the open."
     "I don't know if I want to run around with mine out in the
open or not!" Jim snickered.
     Leanne shot her husband a poisonous glance.  "Leave it to you
to make it as bad as you can!"
     But Bonnie interceded.  "Don't let's fight," she pleaded.
"Not now."  She stepped onto a small, circular hooked rug.  "Come
on ... magic circle!  Everybody on!"
     They converged on her, hesitantly but with grins.  Myra felt
a surge of apprehension.  The magic-circle routine had been fun
when things had been normal.  It had furnished moments of
delicious groping and anonymous appreciation.  But nothing was
quite normal this time.  She joined Bonnie on the rug.  The six of
them crowded together, bodies pressed into a tight, warm mass,
knees working and hands slipping around waists and over hips.
     For a time, the only sounds were those of increasingly heavy
breathing.  Myra thrilled to the sensations of body contact and
writhed as one hand and then another found sensitive spots.  Her
smock was so loose that it seemed the same as having nothing on at
all.  The hands she couldn't see molded themselves to her contours
and sought out the privacy of her cunt.  If Bonnie's intention had
been to use the magic circle as a safety valve, she had seriously
miscalculated.  Nobody was going to come out of this bout with the
tension lowered, Myra decided.  But it was a kind of relief to
express her growing affection in a way that offered at least some
concealment.
     A person didn't know who was doing the feeling, she thought
wryly, but it wasn't hard to tell who one's own hands had found.
She managed to rub Ward's stiffened cock through the front of his
trousers, almost giggling at his muttered exclamation.  But her
left hand, groping for Jim's crotch, encountered another female
hand and had to battle past it to reach the bulging cylinder.
     She squirmed happily as someone kneaded her ass and held her
breath when fingers pressed deeply into the heat of her cunt.  The
smock detracted little from the sensation the touch produced.
     One of the magic circle rules was that everyone had to keep
moving.  It was like being in an electric mixer, Bonnie had
explained the first time.  Keep churning so the group couldn't
become static.  That brought friction far more potent than the
groping hands did.  Myra panted as she scrubbed hard against first
one, then another, of her companions.
     The pressure in the group suddenly began to decrease.  Myra
found herself pressed tightly against Jim, her belly rubbing on
the hardness of his cock, without anyone pushing her from behind.
Her arms seemed no longer to be hemmed in, and she slipped them
around his neck hungrily, feeling his hands at the small of her
back.  For the moment, she ignored the rest of the group and
turned her face up to meet his.  The warmth of his mouth settled
on her lips.  She ground into his kiss, belly crushing his hard-on
and breasts flattened on his chest.  Unconsciously, she worked her
hips from side to side and tightened her buttocks to force her
cunt against the swell of his thigh.
     She heard heavy panting around her and closed her eyes to
shut out the sight of the other couple' grappling.  Jim rubbed her
back, and his hands worked their way downward onto her ass,
squeezing and mauling her asscheeks.
     "Mmmmmm!" she moaned throatily into the kiss.  Her tongue
pressed between parted lips to touch the firm male flesh beyond
them.
     Jim responded, driving his own tongue into her mouth where
she sucked greedily at its wetness.
     She heard Bonnie's strangled voice.
     "Oh, dear God!" exclaimed Bonnie in little more than a
whisper.
     Dragged forcibly back to reality, Myra eased the desperate
clutching of her fingers at the back of Jim's head and let him
break the kiss.
     "Dear God!" repeated Bonnie.  "Do we want to?"
     Myra knew what Bonnie was asking; she knew everyone else did,
too.  She lay back in Jim's arms and gazed thoughtfully at her own
husband, who held Bonnie tightly, then at Leanne and Ward, crushed
tightly together.  As if they were awakening from a trance, the
three couples slowly released each other.  They separated and
stared at each other, expressions sober.
     Myra tingled fiercely.  I'm scared! she thought with
surprise.  I think I know what I want to do, and it scares me!
She thought the others looked a little scared, as well.
     Rocky mumbled, "We've shared just about every other way.
Maybe ..." his voice trailed off.
     "That's what it is!" remarked Ward abruptly.  He sounded
relieved, as if Rocky had found the key to a puzzling situation.
"Sharing!  Why the hell not!"
     The color had left Leanne's face.  Her eyes were round, their
blue darker and startled-looking, and her delicately outlined
mouth was drawn into a doubtful circle.  "I ... I don't know ..."
she said in a whisper.  "Do you think ..."
     "Gain more than we'd lose," suggested Jim.
     We could lose a lot, thought Myra.  If somebody got jealous,
we could lose the whole thing.  She said nothing.  Imagining Rocky
fucking either Bonnie or Leanne made her belly tighten, but it
brought no painful wave of jealousy.  What seemed more to the
point, it jolted her with a new charge of excitement.  She
squirmed at the hot writhing in her cunt.
     Bonnie still acted as if she felt the obligation of a
hostess.  "Maybe we ought to let the idea sink in," she suggested.
"I mean, do something sort of halfway while we decide if we really
want to do some swapping."
     "Halfway?"  Ward studied his wife with a puzzled expression,
then grinned.  "I never was much good at that halfway shit."
     Bonnie giggled.  "I'll say not!  But what you called halfway
was all but the ..."
     "Hold it!  Hold it, for Christ's sake!" Ward interrupted her.
"You gotta tell everybody?"
     His wife shrugged good-naturedly.  "Why not?"
     "Awww, come on!"
     "Oh, all right.  Anyhow, maybe we could just dance for a
while--or play some kind of strip game--or something ..." she
finished lamely.
     The notion of taking off her smock in front of the others
sent a knife of hot excitement stabbing upward from Myra's cunt.
If she got that far, she realized, there would be no stopping.
     Jim objected thoughtfully.  "Hell, we've seen each other in
the raw.  Wouldn't be the first time.  And what's dancing going to
prove?"
     No one commented  It was obvious that Jim was going to
propose an alternative.
     He did.  "Halfway?  Let's take turns letting everybody work
on us.  I mean, no screwing, but work off some of the pressure by
group-grope."
     "On one person at a time?" asked Bonnie doubtfully.
"Everybody on one person at a time?"
     "Right!  Why not?  Each one take a turn at being tied down
while the rest of us make that one come by feeling him or her up!"
     Myra's gasp was lost in a flurry of grunts and groans.  Jim's
scheme had obviously hit all of them hard.
     "Oh, no!" she murmured in a panicky tone.  "Good God, no!"
     But Rocky appeared to have recovered from his initial shock.
"Jesus!  Why not?  Come on, think about it!"
     She was startled at the eagerness in her husband's
expression.  She realized abruptly that he had stopped considering
the other two women.  He was thinking only of how his wife would
look and how she would react.  He wanted her to agree!
     She drew a long, tremulous breath.  "All right," she
whispered.  "If you think it would be fun, honey."
     Leanne made a faint whimpering sound.
     Bonnie cringed.  "You'd really do it, Myra?"
     Myra nodded slowly.  She felt giddy.  There seemed to be an
enormous pressure in her head and chest, and a ringing in her
ears.  She was terrified, but she would submit, because Rocky
wanted her to.
     "Well, okay," Bonnie swallowed hard.  "If you can, I guess I
can too."
     Leanne struggled to speak.  No sound got past her lips.  At
last she nodded silently.



                            Chapter 2

     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.



                            Chapter 3

     "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, Solder!  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.



                            Chapter 4

     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' 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!"



                            Chapter 5

     Myra felt as if her head would explode.  An enormous pressure
blinded her for a moment.  She gritted her teeth.  "Leanne!
GODDAMN IT, LISTEN!"
     Soldier seemed upset by Myra's fury.  He whined and jerked
backward again, dragging her beneath him.  But he stopped when she
failed to fall off his cock.  Leanne followed, then squatted near
Myra's head.
     "I'm listening," she remarked.  She sounded thoroughly
skeptical.
     "I ... I didn't know!" Myra wailed again.  "I really didn't
know!"  She hated Leanne almost as much as she did Soldier.
     The girl sighed.  "That's hard to believe."  Her voice held a
faint note of malicious enjoyment.  "Y'know?  I've seen a lot of
dogs hung up in bitches.  Happened all the time on the farm.  But
I never did see a woman hung up under one."  Then, before Myra
could retort, she asked with a honeyed tone, "Is he pretty good?
Good as Jim?"
     Myra gasped furiously.  Her cunt throbbed and excitement tore
at her, but the snide concern was producing a white heat of
resentment.  "Oh, shit!  Are you going to let me tell you how it
happened?"
     "Oh, sure!  Love to hear!"
     Myra could think of no way to describe what had happened
without admitting her earlier condition.  "After that business on
the table with Jim--and all of you--I was so knotted up inside
that I just couldn't stand it!  I had to get away and get my
nerves settled!"
     "Like this?"
     "LEANNE!  NO, DAMN IT, NOT LIKE THIS!  But I came down here
and tried to let the sound of the surf calm me some.  And this
damn dog found me!  Well, I didn't think ... I mean ... well, when
he started nosing around, it kind of felt good."
     "Ugh!"
     "Anyhow, it did.  And I was just about out of my mind with
being sexed up all week.  So I let him sniff and even lick.  I
don't know what came over me.  Anyhow, I sort of lay on that rock
while he was licking ... and ... well, when he climbed over me I
thought he was just playing.  I didn't think a dog could get into
a woman if she was lying on her back."
     "And you just lay there and let him try."
     "Well ..."
     "And fought like hell after he was all the way in, I
suppose."
     "Brrr!  I tell you, Leanne, it was too late to do anything by
the time I realized he could really ... could really get all the
way in!"
     "Anything but enjoy it.  I'll bet you ready did like it!
UGH!"
     Soldier began to drag Myra again.  Leanne followed.  She
watched wide-eyed, revulsion clearly evident in her expression.
Myra concentrated on keeping the grip of her legs tight, but she
seethed at Leanne's attitude.  Leanne was younger, of course, and
she had led a somewhat sheltered childhood as one of the daughters
of a farm-belt preacher, but Myra detested a holier-than-thou
attitude in anyone.
     As Soldier's efforts became more vigorous, she had to put
Leanne out of her mind.  Protecting her own welfare took all her
attention.  She was so busy clinging to him that she had no time
to keep track of the internal pressure.  Nor was she able to
predict his moves.
     Suddenly, Soldier seemed to give up in disgust.  He flopped
heavily on his side and, when Myra tried tentatively to pull
herself off him, he rolled onto his back.  She was startled to
find herself astride him, still speared by his stubborn cock.  She
knelt, maintaining slight tension on his cock, and tried to guess
what she could do next.  But she began to sense an almost
imperceptible feeling of friction in her cunt.  Soon, she knew she
was right; his knot was beginning to shrink, and she was gradually
sliding off it.
     She cried out involuntarily as the long cock released her.
With one foot on the sand and the other knee, she levered herself
up and off the dripping organ.  Without glancing at Leanne, she
started toward the water.
     "Where you going?" asked Leanne.  "Down to cool off?"
     Myra repressed the angry retort that quivered on her lips.
"No.  To wash off," she finally replied.  As she sank into the
cold foam, she muttered to herself.  "Goddamn bitch!  She's got
the nature to go with Soldier!"  Then, as if a light had come on,
she whispered, "I will!  I'll fix her wagon!  Before we get away
from Pulsegate, I'll fix it so Soldier gets a piece of her ass!"
     The dog appeared to be in no mood for another fucking when
she finished in the surf.  He lay in a dispirited heap, gingerly
licking his cock while it slowly continued to shrink.  Myra's
teeth were chattering and she was shivering violently, chilled by
the water.  She strode toward the back of the beach.
     "L-l-let's g-g-go!" she said to Leanne.
     Leanne joined her and they returned to the house without
further conversation.  As they approached it, Myra broke the
silence.
     "Honey, you won't say anything about ... about ..."
     "About you and Soldier?  Listen."
     Myra stopped and listened.  In the distance, she could hear
her name being called.  One after another, she identified the
voices of each of her friends and Rocky's.  She attempted to
answer them, but her voice seemed hoarse and weak.
     "We're supposed to ring the dinner bell when we get to the
house," remarked Leanne.  "We figured that would be easier than
trying to make everybody hear us."
     "Oh."
     Pausing at the door, Leanne tugged at the bell rope.  The
deep tones pealed loudly in the night, and Myra heard faint
cheers.
     "You won't, will you?" she asked Leanne.
     "I've got to!  How else can I make them understand why--"
     "For God's sake!  All you have to tell them is I was down
there watching the surf!"
     "Well ..."
     "Please!  What kind of a friend are you?"  But she suspected
the friendship with Leanne was finished.  The prim brunette
clearly lacked the compassion to believe or understand.
     "Well, I don't know ..."
     When the others straggled in, Leanne did tell them she had
found Myra watching the surf and daydreaming.  But within minutes,
she had edged close to Bonnie, who was preparing hot chocolate,
and started whispering.  Myra saw an expression of startled
incredulity appear on Bonnie's face, followed immediately by one
of distaste.
     Miserable bitch! thought Myra.  Self-righteous cunt!  And
that's the only word bad enough for her!  I'll get that dog onto
her if it's the last thing I do!  But she mentally corrected
herself.  No!  The next-to-last thing!  I'm going to see him dead
after that!
     She accepted a mug of chocolate from Bonnie.  At the other's
puzzled stare, Myra glared fiercely in return.  Bonnie appeared
little more understanding than Leanne.  And Myra felt a chill of
dismay when Bonnie settled beside Ward and began to whisper.
Leanne had already started whispering to Jim, who glanced up at
Myra with a sudden gleam of interest.  Ward duplicated the
expression a moment later.  Myra pulled the blanket more tightly
around herself and shrank from the speculative stares.
     Rocky had been prowling restlessly.  Now, he dropped to the
couch next to Myra and put his arm around her.  "You played hell
with the game," he commented with a low chuckle.
     "Huh?"
     "Sure!  We sort of lay around getting our second wind and
waiting for you to get back.  But when we were ready to cut the
cards again, you weren't anywhere to be found."
     "Cut the cards!  Were you going to put somebody else through
that?"
     "Why not?" Rocky grinned lewdly.  "Man, I like that game!"
     Myra gasped as the significance of his words struck her.
"I'm back.  Are we going to start over?"
     "Naw.  Too late, probably.  Tomorrow, I guess."
     Myra wondered dismally if anybody would even be speaking to
her by the next day.  She huddled in the blanket, her chill
refusing to dissipate, and moodily sipped her chocolate.  Rocky
rose and began to prowl again.  Ward had risen, also, and stood in
the doorway gazing out at the moon.  Rocky joined him, and they
moved outside onto the porch.
     Myra got up to rinse the mug, then mumbled an excuse, found
her smock, and went upstairs.  Rocky came to the bedroom shortly.
     "Hey, puss!"
     "Hmm?"
     He hesitated, then blurted, "Uh ... what the hell happened
with Soldier?"
     She flung herself onto the bed and drove her face into the
crumpled bedspread.  She felt Rocky's weight depress the mattress,
and he laid his arm across her shoulders.
     "Come on, puss.  There's nothing to get upset about.  You
okay, or did the son of a bitch hurt you?"
     "You ... you're not mad at me?"
     "Hell no!"  He laughed gently and hugged her.  "Why don't you
tell me about it?"
     She did.  There were things a woman preferred to censor
before she told her husband, but this time Myra abandoned
diplomacy.  Brutally, she told him every detail about the
incident, beginning with her feelings after Jim had untied her.
     "I'm sorry," she muttered when she reached the end.  She
refused to face Rocky.  "You must think I'm an awful slut."
     "Horseshit!  You'd probably take the prize for being naive,
but ..."  He chuckled and squeezed her.  "Fact is, I wish I'd been
there."
     "Wouldn't have happened.  Honey, it would have been you and
me not some damn dog!"
     "No!  I mean, I wish I could have sneaked up and seen what
happened!"
     "Oh, Rocky!  No!"  She twisted to look at him.  "You're
strange!  You got an awful charge out of that stupid game, too,
didn't you."
     "Aw, come on!  It wasn't that stupid!"
     She smiled and felt herself flush.  "Well ... I didn't think
so when it happened.  I mean, it was terribly, terribly exciting!
But things were happening to me!  And you got all the fun out of
it without anybody doing anything to you!"
     "Yeah, that's the way it works."
     "And you really meant it about Soldier!  You really do wish
you'd been there to watch!"
     Rocky hesitated, then nodded.  "Yeah.  I wish I had."
     "Rocky?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Rocky, that's the way Jim and Ward feel, too, isn't it!  The
way they looked at me when Bonnie and Leanne whispered it to them,
that's what they were thinking!"
     Rocky laughed softly.  "Face it, puss.  A guy gets excited
over a lot of things.  Screwing is one thing.  Seeing naked broads
is another.  And watching women do weird things."
     "Not all guys," she argued uncertainly.
     "Maybe not.  I don't know.  I guess some guys are so full of
hang-ups they'd turn off.  But Ward and Jim well, they're a whole
lot like me, I guess."
     "They'd even get turned on if it was one of their own wives,
wouldn't they!"
     "Yeah.  Sounds sick, maybe, but they'd both give a right arm
just to see Soldier mount Leanne or Bonnie."
     She snorted.  "Not likely to happen.  Not the way those two
feel about it."
     "They're that bad?"
     "Leanne was terrible!  And the way Bonnie looked at me when
Leanne told her!  Brrr!"
     "Too bad.  Uh ... look, puss ... uh ... think you might put
on a private demonstration for me sometime?"
     "Oh, God, Rocky!  Oh, Rocky, you really want me to?"
     "Well, I mean ... well ... uh ... how about it?  Sometime?"
     She shuddered.  "I hate that Goddamn dog!  I want to see
somebody kill him!  But ..."  She shivered.  "Well ... well,
maybe, if you really want me to."
     "Yeahhhhh, puss!  Yeahhhhh!"
     "All right."  It irritated her to hear her voice come out
sounding so small.
     He mauled her for a time.  In the midst of their laughter, he
remarked, "Bet neither of the other guys have a promise from their
wives!"
     "Honey, how eager do you think they'd be about it?  The men,
I mean."
     He chuckled.  "Y'know?  Something in your voice says there's
an idea percolating."
     "We going to play that game some more tomorrow?"
     "Huh?  How come you changed the subject?" he asked.
     "Are we?"
     "Everybody wants to."
     She nodded thoughtfully.  "Might be fun to play it outside
once.  We're going to play until everybody's had a turn, aren't
we?"
     He grinned.  "We're going to be damn sure each of the women
gets a turn, anyhow."
     "Chauvinist!"
     "Oh, I think I get the point!  You weren't changing the
subject at all, were you!"
     "No."
     "Say Leanne's it tomorrow.  Right?  And say--just for
instance--that we take her outside and stake her out so she makes
a good target.  And ... and ..."  He stared at her, his eyes wild.
"Jesus Christ!  And suppose Soldier ..."  A faint frown clouded
his eager expression.  "Shit.  She'd probably never speak to any
of us again."
     Myra didn't care.  Above all else, she wanted Leanne to find
herself helpless under Soldier.  Ideally, she wanted her to know
others were witnessing her humiliation.  Rocky would never buy
outright vengeance; he was too soft-hearted.  But the idea was
already tugging at him.  He needed only a little plausible
rationalization to ease his conscience.  She could supply that
without even lying.  At least, she could make it sound plausible,
and maybe she'd be telling the truth.
     "I don't think it would be that bad," she told Rocky slowly.
"She'd be mad as hell, at first.  She'd hate Soldier and all the
rest of us.  But ..."  She fluttered her eyelashes and held her
breath to make herself blush.  "Well, when you said you'd like me
to put on a demonstration for you, I didn't go all to pieces, did
I."
     "No, but ..."
     "Well, I never would have agreed to a thing like that before
tonight.  I mean, it's just not all that bad.  In fact, it's kind
of good!  Once he'd fucked her, she wouldn't be quite so
horrified."
     "Hmmmm."  Rocky acted as if he had to digest that notion.
"Think she'd see it different after having him on top of her.
That it?"
     "That's it."
     His enthusiasm returned.  He assumed a conspiratorial air.
"Hey!  All right!  Look, let's plan this thing out.  Like just how
she's got to be tied, and where, and how we make sure Soldier gets
to her ... all of that stuff!"
     "Okay.  Both Ward and Jim are going to have to be in on it.
And I don't see what we're going to do about Bonnie."
     Rocky scowled.  "Me, neither.  Hell, we can't have her figure
out what's happening; she's going to get the same thing!"
     "Too bad we don't have two dogs, instead of one."
     "Christ!  What a show that would make!" Rocky swallowed hard.
     "Bonnie wouldn't get suspicious if it could somehow look like
an accident.  I mean, she'd understand Soldier had acquired an
appetite for women, and then if he managed to get to Leanne,
Bonnie still wouldn't start worrying it was going to happen to
her."
     "Goddamn, puss!  You've got it!  Of course!  So all we've got
to do is rig it to look that way!"
     She snuggled closer to him.  "Honey, now that we've got that
settled ..."
     "Got more problems to work out?"
     "Well, maybe."  He hadn't tried yet to make love to her, she
reflected.  Maybe the thing with Soldier bothered him without his
knowing it.  That could be more than a problem.
     He slipped his arms around her and held her tightly.  "Tell
you what, puss.  Is it a great big emergency problem?"
     "I ... I don't think so.  I don't know."
     "Then it can wait.  Right now ..."  He rolled her neatly onto
her back and started grabbing.
     She gasped, then squealed as he caught one tit in his mouth.
She placed her hands on his head and held it tenderly, drawing one
knee up as a warmth and pleasure seeped through her.
     He released her nipple for a moment.  "First things first,
puss.  You got any sex left for me?"
     "Oh, honey!" she whispered.  "Oh, do I!"
     She thought afterward that their fucking had never been so
wild, nor torn up a bed so thoroughly.



                            Chapter 6

     In the morning, Myra silently watched while the men held
furtive, agitated conferences.  From the moment when Rocky first
drew the other two apart, interest and enthusiasm seemed evident.
Although both Ward and Jim had studied her with keen glances when
she had come downstairs, they were now clearly thinking about the
other two women; with amateurish clumsiness, they appeared to be
trying to remain nonchalant and calm but gave themselves away by
their hungry expressions and restlessness.
     Leanne pointedly ignored Myra, and Bonnie's attitude was
painfully cool.  Myra's belly churned with anger at the self-
righteous snubs.  She chewed her lip and inwardly gloated over the
education that was being planned for her one-time friends.  She
was well aware that their pious condemnation of her experience
with Soldier was doing nothing to blunt their anticipation of the
sex games to come.  They both behaved erratically while they did
the most urgent household chores, and they shared repeated
meaningful glances.  From time to time, they flushed momentarily,
or shivered or giggled over nothing, and Myra more than once
overheard whispered comments about "helplessness" or mass "feel-
up."
     At last, Bonnie turned away from the gleaming kitchen
cabinets and looked from one of the men to another.  Her eyes were
bright and she rubbed her hands nervously on her apron.  "I guess
that's it," she remarked.  Her voice was unsteady, and she frowned
impatiently.  "I mean, that's the housework for this morning."
     All three men paused in their aimless prowling and turned
expectantly toward her.  Ward grinned and ran the tip of his
tongue over his lips.
     "Hell of a fine day outside," he commented.
     Bonnie stared at her husband.  "Come on, now, Ward!  You know
damn well what's on your mind, and it isn't going for a walk!"
     He chuckled.  "It sure isn't!  But you can't deny it's a
great day."
     "Warm," added Jim.
     "Calm," Rocky pronounced.  "Not a breath of wind."
     An expression of slowly dawning comprehension transformed
Bonnie's features.  "Ohhh!" she exclaimed softly.  "I think I'm
beginning to get it!"  She glanced quickly at Leanne, who nodded
and started to smile.
     "Uh-huh," said Leanne.  "You guys trying to say it might be
more fun outside?"
     "Why not?" asked Jim.
     His wife tossed her head.  Her gleaming black hair rose in a
loose, shimmering cloud from her shoulders, and her generous
breasts jiggled.  "Well ..."  She shivered.  "Maybe it would."
     "I don't know ..." Bonnie sounded doubtful.  "It's private
enough and all that, but ..."
     Rocky interrupted with an amused tone.  "Why don't you two
cut straws to see who's going to be it?"
     "Huh?  What do you mean, us two?" Bonnie glared indignantly.
"You men got special privileges or something?"
     "Well, not that, but it sorta figures all three women ought
to get a turn in the barrel first.  Give 'em some incentive when
it's our turn."
     Bonnie and Leanne exchanged stares and appeared to consider
the argument.  Myra remained silent, excluded from the women's
side and afraid to align herself openly with the men; her urging
would more than likely arouse automatic resistance in the women's
minds at that stage, she suspected.
     Leanne laughed, a thrill of excitement showing in her eyes.
"They're probably right, sweetie," she said to Bonnie.  "I mean,
we're not likely to hang back once we've got something to repay."
     Bonnie still looked uncomfortable.  "I don't know whether
that's going to make so much change or not.  But ..."  She
hesitated, then untied her apron.  "What the hell?  What
difference does it make who's it?  Just so we all get what we're
waiting for!"  She blushed, but grinned defiantly.
     Myra shuddered.  She didn't really know this new Bonnie; her
friend had been a fun-loving good sport, but she had never
expressed such shameless hunger before.  Still, that was a thing
Myra had gnawed her way through again and again in the past few
hours; it was a breaking away from convention that seemed to have
infected all of them.
     Ward produced a pair of straws.  "Okay, why don't you two get
the suspense over?"
     Bonnie drew first.  Leanne approached hesitantly, and Myra
saw Ward's fingers twitch.  When Leanne took the remaining straw
and held it up, it was a half-inch shorter than the one Bonnie
held.
     "Looks like you're it, baby," Ward leered at Leanne.
     "Oh, dear!" Leanne gulped.
     Myra put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle when she
saw a broken piece of straw drop from Ward's hand.  Neither of the
other two women noticed, being absorbed in the implications of the
draw.
     "Damn!" exclaimed Bonnie.  "I was hoping ..."
     Leanne laughed.  "Just have to wait your turn," she murmured.
"Looks like I get to be the center of attention for a while!"
     Myra surveyed Leanne's costume.  The other was wearing a
gaudy halter that tied, her boobs filling it admirably.  And she
wore a denim skirt that buttoned down the side to a point a few
inches below her hip, then gaped pleasantly to reveal the tanned,
firm thigh.  She had obviously had the game in mind when selecting
her clothes for the day.
     Leanne extended her hands and allowed the men to tie lengths
of soft rope to her wrists.  "But we'll play in here," she
remarked.  "Not outside in front of God and everybody."
     "Hm!" Ward grunted.
     Jim leered at his wife before kneeling to attach another
length of rope to her ankle.  "You're the boss, huh?"
     Leanne merely stared into her husband's eyes.  Myra had more
than once witnessed such a confrontation; she knew how easily
Leanne managed to get her way with Jim.  But Rocky had taken one
of the wrist bonds in his hand and Ward held the other.  When Jim
arose after fastening a loop to each of Leanne's ankles, the other
two men tugged gently at her.
     "You're it now," commented Ward.  "That means you don't have
much to say about it."
     "The hell I don't!"
     But Leanne was powerless to enforce her will.  Rocky and Ward
dragged her toward the door, ignoring her protests and seemingly
undisturbed by her resistance.  She jerked and struggled, then let
her legs collapse.  The two men looked down at her with pleased
grins, and dragged her along by the hands.
     "No fair!" she protested.  "Goddamn it, I won't let you!
Jim!  Make them stop!"
     "Hey, sugar!  You're pretty good!" her husband exclaimed.
"Good actress!"
     "Oh, you!"
     Some distance from the house and hidden from it by a low
knoll, was the one patch of ground Bonnie's uncle had cultivated.
There, he had grown beds of hardy flowers and shrubs that thrived
with a minimum of care, and in a clear area in the center, he had
installed a picnic table and benches.  The men dragged the
furiously resisting Leanne to that spot and laid her on her back
on one of the benches that was well apart from the rest of the
furniture.  Extending her arms beyond her head, they secured them
to the bench.  Then they drove stakes into the hard ground,
settled Leanne's butt on the end of the bench, and spread her legs
widely.  Tying each ankle rope to one of the stakes, they
completed the project.
     Leanne twisted futilely.  She was sobbing with frustrated
anger, and her breasts heaved and swayed.  "Oh, you're terrible!"
she screamed at them.  "You're just awful!  All of you!"
     Bonnie knelt beside her and caressed the storming girl's
belly.  "Come on, honey!" she exclaimed.  "It's all a game!
You're going to like it!"
     "Like hell I am!"  But Leanne glanced speculatively at each
of the men and appeared to become conscious of the movements of
her body.  Her writhings abruptly became more sensuous and less
frantic.
     Bonnie caressed the helpless girl's breasts through the
halter with both hands, and Myra moved to the bench and ran one
hand up Leanne's exposed thigh.  Leanne tensed and gasped.
     "Wouldn't you know it!" the victim exclaimed through set
teeth.  "Get me tied up, and it's the women who start feeling me
up first!"
     The men closed in on them to fondle Leanne.  Bonnie untied
the halter immediately, then lifted it off to bare the quivering,
globular boobs.  Leanne's nipples, such a dark pink as to be
almost brown, began to swell and harden immediately.  Myra smiled
as she noted their generous length and imagined the thrills an
active tongue would arouse in them.
     Rocky had begun to fumble with the buttons on the girl's
skirt.  He soon had them unfastened.  With the air of a master of
ceremonies, he flipped the skirt across the twisting hips and let
the loose edge fall to the dirt.  Fine, black pubic hair glistened
in the sunlight.  Leanne made one vain attempt to pull her knees
together, then gave up to the inevitable exposure of her moist
cunt.  Hair extended inward like a furry band over her crotch,
split in the middle with gleaming pink tissues showing through.
     Bonnie began kissing one of the heavy boobs and Jim knelt to
caress the other.  Ward and Rocky worked the skirt out from under
plump asscheeks and squeezed the squirming flesh affectionately.
Laying the skirt aside, they both started kneading the girl's
thighs and startling her repeatedly by quick, unexpected strokes
over her pulsing labia.  Leanne quickly succumbed to the fondling.
She began to pant and moan, and her body jerked erratically.
     Myra paused in her own caresses to gaze at the girl's wild
eyed expression, then moved to Leanne's head.  She bent over her
and thrust her face into Leanne's.  With savage force, she kissed
her directly on the mouth.  When the bound girl turned her face
aside, Myra seized a handful of hair on each side of Leanne's head
and held her forcibly while she continued to maul the protesting
lips.
     In a moment, Leanne stopped fighting the kiss.  She glared at
Myra, but responded as if against her will.  To Myra's surprise,
her vengeful hatred left room for a nugget of growing excitement,
and she probed with her tongue while she let herself contemplate
the pleasure she expected when Soldier arrived.
     She was confident the big dog would soon join them.  As she
had anticipated, Bonnie had been too preoccupied with the day's
games to remember to set out his breakfast.  Accustomed to one
meal a day, and that in the morning, Soldier was certain to put in
his appearance without any great delay.  The thought troubled her;
unless they put their plan into effect within the next few
minutes, the dog would interrupt them and it would be too late.
     Jim played his role perfectly.  He released his wife's
puckered nipple from his mouth and let his gaze run over the
naked, writhing body.  "Hey!  You're going to be getting more
suntan, sugar!" he remarked to Leanne.
     She jerked her head, and Myra drew back.
     "And me without any suntan lotion!" Leanne wailed.
     Bonnie straightened.  "We ought to fix that."  The notion
seemed to catch her imagination.  "Yeah!  We ought to give you a
good coat of oil!"
     "Come on!" exclaimed Ward.  "Let's go get some!"  He grabbed
Bonnie's hand and pulled her to her feet.
     Before they could leave, a fly buzzed at the neglected, wet
cunt and a second joined it.  Leanne cried out with horror.
     "For Christ's sake!  Somebody do something about those flies!
EEE!"  She jerked violently to frighten off the fly that had
landed on her sensitive flesh.  "Omigod!  How awful!"
     "Hell, I'll get some spray or something," commented Jim.  He
turned to Rocky.  "Didn't I see some in the work shed?"
     "I think so.  I'll help you look."
     "And I'll get something to keep the sun out of your eyes,"
Myra volunteered.
     "No!  You can't just leave me all alone!  Not stretched out
naked like this!" Leanne stormed at them, her voice full of panic.
     Myra was aware of a sudden surge of excitement.  A quick
glance at the others showed that they had felt it, too.  The idea
of the helpless, naked woman lying unguarded and alone in the
garden had a powerfully erotic feel to it, even without the
expectation of Soldier's arrival.  Everybody scattered, while
Leanne shrieked and threatened.
     Before Ward and Bonnie were out of sight, Myra saw Soldier
coming from the direction of the beach.  She moved quickly out of
Leanne's field of view and toward the dog.  He swerved toward
Myra, head coming up and tail wagging as if he recalled the
previous night's interlude.  Myra waited for him.  She was
conscious of Leanne's continued ranting and laughed to herself
with malicious pleasure when she heard the girl's angry
denunciations interrupted by angrier curses at the flies that had
evidently begun to hover around her.
     Soldier paused beside Myra and let her rumple his fur, but he
was restless and kept peering in the direction the noises came
from.  In a moment, he whined and edged away from Myra to
investigate.  She crouched and followed him.  When he entered the
cleared space, she stayed in the cover of the shrubs to watch.
     Leanne failed to see Soldier until he reached her; she was
shrieking that the flies were collecting on her cunt and
threatening everyone with dire revenge if they didn't rescue her.
But she interrupted her tirade to gasp with horror when she saw
Soldier.
     "No, you don't!" she yelled at him.  "Just because you fucked
Myra last night doesn't mean I'm going to let you!"  She flinched
abruptly.  "Goddamn it, flies!  Get away!"
     Myra felt sorry for Leanne, in spite of the satisfaction of
revenge.  She knew perfectly how modest her friend was by nature
and how she must be suffering from humiliation with flies probing
at the thickening wetness on her crotch.  But sympathy was not
going to lead Myra to give up this opportunity to see Leanne's
self-righteousness cracked.
     Soldier touched Leanne's cheek with his tongue, backed away
from her shrill protest, and tentatively nuzzled one brown nipple.
Leanne jerked furiously at her bonds, but she was too tightly
stretched to evade the exploring tongue.
     "Ooo!  Soldier, stop it!  I don't care how good it makes me
feel, I don't like a dog licking me!"
     The big dog abandoned her breast and sniffed at her, his nose
moving aimlessly over her belly while she continued to scold him.
When he buried his muzzle in her pubic hair, she flung her hips
from side to side and screamed at the top of her voice.  Myra was
able to see Soldier's tongue dip toward the gleaming inner
surfaces of Leanne's labia and hugged herself at the sudden, wild
squirming of the girl's hips.
     The dog stepped over Leanne's outstretched leg and stood
between her knees.  He lowered his massive head to sniff her
pussy.  Flies buzzed away from the thrusting nose and buzzed
around Soldier.  He snapped at the most persistent one.  An
expression of relief appeared on Leanne's features.
     "Jesus!" she exclaimed.  "You chased off the flies!  Okay,
keep sniffing, if you must.  Somebody will be here in a few
minutes, and you can keep the flies away while I wait."
     Soldier touched the girl's labia with his tongue, then began
the contented cleaning process that had so inflamed Myra.  Now,
watching the unhurried action, Myra could almost feel the
delicious sensations his lapping had produced in her.  She thrust
her fists against her own crotch and stared open-mouthed.
     "Oh!  Umm!  Oooooh, donnnn't!" Leanne's cries had stopped.
She crooned distractedly, her hips rising and falling as the
methodical strokes continued.  "Oh, God, Soldier!  That's not
fair!"
     Myra crept cautiously forward, confident that Leanne's
attention was too thoroughly engaged by the licking to be
attracted by a quiet spectator.  She paused when she saw Jim and
Rocky returning stealthily, and she exchanged a silent grin with
them.  They settled to their haunches where Leanne could not see
them.
     Leanne was thrashing vigorously by the time Ward and Bonnie
appeared on the knoll.  Bonnie took in the scene at a glance.  Her
eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if to yell, then checked
herself to gaze from one to another of the silent watchers.  Ward
caught her arm and she let him restrain her.  She stared at Leanne
as if hypnotized, and tiptoed closer.  Leanne's writhings grew
more violent and her moans louder.  Her labia had swelled and
opened to reveal the depths of her oozing slit.  Soldier lapped
deliberately with an expression of bliss while the gaping cunt
leaped before his nose.
     "Oh ... my ... God!" exclaimed Leanne jerkily.  "No wonder
... she ... let you!"  She tilted her head back.  "Ohhhhh, please!
Pleeease!  Somebody help me!  I'm getting too ... too ...
UNHHHH!"  She turned her head.  "Bonnie!  Damn it, Bonnie!  Do
something!"
     Bonnie flushed, but her eyes burned with eager anticipation.
"I am!" she replied.  "I'm watching!  Looks like he knows how to
keep you from cooling off."
     "Jesus, Bonnie!  Get him out of here!  Ugh!"
     "I don't know.  Feels good, doesn't it?"
     Leanne twisted fiercely.  "Ohhh, dear God!" she cried.  "Y-
yes!  But you can't let him ... keep ...  EEEEE!  Bonnie, please!
He'll make me come!"
     Bonnie laughed and licked her lips.  "That's what you're out
here for, isn't it?  To come?"
     "Bonnie!  UNHHHH!  EEYAGHHHHH!"  Leanne tossed violently
while the skillful tongue scooped at the floor of her slit.  As if
she had suddenly resigned herself to the fact Bonnie was not going
to rescue her, Leanne abandoned herself to the immediate pleasure.
But after a time, she interrupted her puffing.  "At least, you
won't let him fuck me."
     Bonnie shrugged.  "Doesn't look to me like he's trying to."
     No one made any further effort to hide the fact Leanne's
involuntary submission to Soldier was a private affair.  They
gathered closely around the helpless girl and stared eagerly while
Soldier continued to lap at her.  She alternated between tears of
rage and embarrassment and moans of pleasure.  Her thighs trembled
and her hips jerked uncontrollably.  Moments of panting relaxation
occurred when the stroking tongue caressed less sensitive zones,
but gave way to strenuous thrashing when it found inflamed nerves.
     Leanne's boobs surged wildly with her movements.  When she
arched her back and thrust her belly upward, they swayed drunkenly
toward her face, and when she ground her butt against the end of
the bench and lifted one shoulder, they swung heavily to the side.
The muscles in her belly rippled and bunched with her contortions.
     "OH, NO!  LOVE OF JESUS, NO!  I ... I'M ... OOOOH, AHHHH!
COMING, COMING!  EEEEEEE!"
     Leanne's body stiffened convulsively.  Only her belly
continued to move, and its hard, evenly spaced jerks showed the
rhythm of her inner contractions.  For a few moments, she bit
savagely at her lower lip and stared at the sky with a terrible
gaze.  Then she sagged and heaved a great sigh.
     "Good God!" she said in a whisper.  "Did I ever come!  Now,
get him away!  OOF!  MMM!  Quick, GET HIM AWAY!"  Her hips jerked
again as Soldier's tongue slipped into her cunt.  "NO-NO-NO!
EEEYAGHHHH!"
     Revived by the startling thrust, she erupted into a second
orgasm.  She swung her cunt in circles on the intruding tongue,
heavy tremors shaking her when the dog extracted scoops of her
cunt-juice and reinserted the organ.  Only when he drew his head
back and licked his chops was she able to fall back to the bench.
She collapsed.  Her chest heaved and she trembled weakly.
     "Oh, dear!" she moaned.  "What a slut I am!  What a horrible
show I put on!"
     Myra was watching Soldier.  His back humped and his haunches
jerked backward and forward as if he were mounted.  His cock had
emerged from its sheath and hung below his belly, long and red and
bobbing with his twitchings.  With a shuffling, hesitant step, he
lurched forward between Leanne's thighs and heaved his
forequarters over her belly.  His forepaws clasped her waist and
he jabbed the tip of his cock against her reddened cunt.
     "NO, NO!" Leanne shrieked.  "GET HIM OFF!  GET HIM OFF!"
     Jim spoke soothingly.  "Easy, baby, easy.  Don't fight it.
Just let it feel good!"
     Leanne stared at her husband.  "Jim!  You want him to ...
Jim!  You really want him to fuck me?"
     Jim unzipped his fly.  His hard-on leaped into view, swollen
and purple.  Leanne looked from it to his contorted face.
     "You do!" she whispered in awe.  "My God!  You want to see a
dog fuck me!"
     Myra dropped to her knees near Leanne's leg and watched the
dancing cockhead jab at the girl's cunt.  Each contact created a
white spot that rapidly grew flushed again, and each made the
sharp tip slip inward along the funneled labia slopes.  She heard
Leanne's low cry when the tip seated itself in the quivering
cuntmouth.  Her own crotch ached terribly with longing and her
breath caught in her throat as Soldier's twitching hips began to
drive the wedged head into Leanne's yielding body.
     She could hardly believe he had buried his whole cock in her
the night before.  It seemed far too long, even though its
thickness was pitiful by comparison with that of the men's hard-
ons.  But inch after inch of the shaft vanished into Leanne's cunt
while the girl's hips jerked and the groans of reluctant delight
bubbled from her lips.
     "Oh, Jim!  Jimmm!" Leanne wailed.  "He is!  He's sticking it
into me!  Way in!  AHHHHH!"
     Soldier clutched Leanne's waist firmly.  He tugged at it as
if he were trying to slide her onto the penetrating organ.  His
hindquarters continued their lunges and his cock sank quickly
inward.  Myra gasped when a bulging knot emerged from the prickly
sheath.  She realized there must be an inch or two of shaft
between it and the base of his cock, and she peered intently while
the plunging shaft carried the knot closer and closer to Leanne's
unsuspecting cunt.
     At the first contact of the knot with the stretching cunt,
Leanne shouted at Jim.  "Hold him!  Goddamm it, Jim!  Don't let
him get his knot in!  JIMMMMM!"
     Soldier hammered the knot against Leanne's jerking cuntmouth.
Abruptly, it popped through.  Leanne cried out with rage, then
began to pump her hips fiercely.
     "To hell with all of you!" the flailing girl exclaimed
through her panting.  "You just don't care!"
     Securely mounted and coupled, Soldier settled into a fast,
rhythmic fucking.  The short stub of cock behind the buried knot
slid rapidly in and out of the gleaming cunt.  At the outer end of
each stroke, Leanne's taut cuntmouth stretched and bulged outward
as if about to blow out the knot.  At the forward end of the blow,
the stiff bristles of Soldier's sheath stabbed into raw membranes
like needles.  But it seemed to Myra that the dog's angle was bad
and that his movements were hampered by Leanne's position.
     She caught at Jim.  "Let's move her legs," she whispered to
him.
     "Like how?"
     "Let's put them around Soldier."
     "Hey!  Why not!" Jim's voice rose with excitement.
     They quickly untied the ropes from the stakes and raised
Leanne's feet.  Placing the girl's legs around the dog, they
crossed her ankles and lashed them together.
     Leanne groaned and clamped her thighs against the heaving
flanks.  With her butt turned up, the dog's lunges appeared to
gain vigor and his belly rode hard on Leanne's mound and clitoris.
     "EEEEE!  AHHHHH!  EEEEE!" Leanne used the leverage of her
legs to jack her ass into a rhythm that matched Soldier's.
     Myra wriggled happily when Jim stepped behind her and reached
around her to feel her boobs.  She needed attention while she
watched the dog scene she admitted to herself.  She started
unbuttoning her clothes without removing her gaze from the surging
bodies before her.
     Leanne interrupted the moans of pleasure.  "All the years I
spent on a farm," she commented jerkily, "and I never did get it
from an animal.  So now you've got me doing it in front of an
audience!  God, can this brute fuck!"
     The helpless girl's smooth, tanned flesh, plump and firm,
jerked eagerly under the shaggy gray of Soldier's coat.  Locked
securely on his cock, she looked almost slight next to his
hunching bulk.  The bulging, powerful mass of his hindquarters
made her thighs appear delicate and his huge chest made her ripe
tits seem fragile.  But her ass leaped to meet every one of his
thrusts, and the reversals of her cuntmouth--caving inward with
his plunges and distending with his backstrokes--gave the
impression that her cunt was sucking at the deeply driven cock.
     Rocky had knelt beside Leanne and was massaging her breasts.
Ward left Bonnie to come to Myra and Jim.
     "You got a pretty good piece from Myra last night," he
remarked.  "How about making room for me?"  He leered at Myra.
     Jim chuckled.  "Okay with me, if you don't mind my taking
advantage of Bonnie's itch!"
     "Itch, hell!  She's got a lot more than an itch!  Be my
guest."
     Myra leaned against Ward, snuggling into the circle he made
with his arms and resting her back against his belly.  Her clothes
fell to the ground.  Ward slid one hand over her belly and let it
rest on her cunt.  She squirmed happily and watched the great dog
fuck Leanne.
     "Good ... thing ... I already ... came ... twice!" Leanne
gasped.
     "Why?" asked Rocky.
     "So I can ... wait!"  She flung herself against the base of
Soldier's cock with a great shudder.  "You ever ... see ... how
long a ... dog ... keeps coming?"
     "Huh?"
     "Long, long time!"
     Myra shuddered.  She squeezed Ward's hand with her thighs.
"She's right about that!" she exclaimed in a whisper.  "Jesus, is
she right!"  She wondered privately if Leanne really would be able
to hold off her climax until the dog entered his.
     The panting woman showed clearly that she was on the verge of
erupting with the violence of her pleasure.  Spastic contractions
seemed to catch one limb or another at unpredictable moments and
her voice shook when she spoke.  Each time she met one of
Soldier's strokes, she ground her cunt on the harsh bristles of
his sheath.  Her toes were widely spayed, and she continually
rubbed her ankles together in their bonds.
     Soldier hunched his shoulders higher and hugged Leanne's body
tighter to him.  His haunches drove forward to pin his sheath
firmly against the cringing, red membranes of her cunt, and he
began to shake instead of thrusting.  Leanne gave a low,
undulating yell and clamped her legs fiercely on the dog's body.
     "FUCK, SOLDIER!  FUCK!  AAAGHHHHH!"  Her orgasm looked
impossibly intense.  Powerful waves of contraction washed over
her.  Her thighs tightened on Soldier with brutal force.  And she
rolled her head slowly from side to side while flecks of foam
appeared at the corners of her mouth.
     The climax peaked quickly for Leanne, but instead of
resolving into dwindling spasms and a slow, definite return to
quiet relaxation, it merely dropped back after a series of body
convulsions to a lower but continuing level of spasmodic
writhings.  Leanne's ecstatic expression showed clearly that she
hoped to sustain the pleasure until Soldier's slowly oozing cum
was spent.  The black-haired beauty's eyes rolled back into her
head and her mouth stretched with a silent scream of joy.  Her
flush deepened.  A continuous tremor enveloped her body.
infrequent gasps of air made her chest jerk, and between the
ragged inhalations, the air escaped with an inhuman whistling
sound.
     Myra ground her own cunt on Ward's firm hand, enjoying a
mild, delightful orgasm of her own while she watched Leanne's
performance.  And she sagged weakly against Bonnie's husband when
Soldier's vibrations subsided and Leanne collapsed beneath him.
     Leanne's face contorted when she tried to get her eyes to
focus.  "My God!" she whispered.  "I had no idea!  I thought I was
going to die!  But don't let him drag me.  Leave my hands tied."



                            Chapter 7

     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' 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?"



                            Chapter 8

     Myra grabbed him; she wrapped her arms around his hips and
hugged fiercely.  "Not yet!" she exclaimed.  "I'm sure he's got to
have more rest than this.  Don't get off yet."
     She wondered how long it actually did take a dog to recover
his vitality.  She wanted time to digest the significance of the
act she had just completed with Ward; she was not yet ready to
have to exchange stares with him knowing he would be visualizing
their mutual oral play.  The queasiness in her stomach needed a
few minutes to quiet, too, she decided.  The aftertaste of Ward's
cum was combining with a few tough strands of the residue to cause
her an unexpected period of inner revolt.  The trouble was, she
reflected, that those few strands seemed reluctant either to go
down her throat or come back out.
     But determined swallowing disposed of them and the
inclination to gag diminished.  At last, she recognized her body's
oxygen starvation and began to stir.
     "Be fun to see Soldier mount Bonnie down here, wouldn't it?"
she remarked.
     He flinched and she wondered if her malice toward his wife
had sounded in her voice.  She held her breath, waiting for his
response.  He squeezed her thighs and gently bit the smooth flesh.
     "Sure would!  Christ, would she make the sand fly!"
     An explosive sigh expressed her relief.  "Maybe we could work
it," she commented.  "Getting her down here, I mean."
     "No sweat!  Gotta have it ready for her, though."
     "How?"
     "Come on.  I'll show you."
     She clambered off him.  He scrambled to his feet and caught
her hand to pull her up beside him.  He led her to a pile of
debris that had collected at a bend in the wash.  Rooting through
it, he appeared to have a clear notion of what he needed.  One by
one, he extracted two stout chunks of limb, forked, evidently from
the scrub oaks that grew further inland on the slopes of the
rising ground, a reasonably straight, forkless staff, and four
shorter chunks.  He trimmed the forks and the staff, breaking off
excess growth with a rock slab, then grinned at Myra and started
back to the sandy area.
     He drove the forked branches deeply into the sand, forks up.
Grunting and sweating to work them the last few inches, he left
the forks standing above the surface at the level of Myra's knees
and laid the straight staff across them as a crossbar.
     "Let's see if that's about right," he muttered to her.  "Get
down on your hands and knees and see where that comes on you."
     She stared at him for a moment, feeling her eyes widen.
Then, eagerly, she dropped to her knees and rested her thighs
against the crossbar.  It lay against them just at her crotch.
Excitement rising, she bent forward over it and posed on hands and
knees.
     "Ahhh!" Ward sounded pleased.  "Perfect!  Hold it there,
puss.  How about pushing your knees apart about a foot?"
     "Okay!"  She parted her knees.  Her belly pressed against the
smooth grain of the crossbar.
     Ward quickly thrust one of the short stakes into the sand
beside each of her knees.
     "Can you rest your weight on your elbows?" he asked.
     Myra did so.  She felt almost as if she were suspended on the
crossbar, her ass upthrust toward the sun.  Ward drove the
remaining stakes into the sand, one next to each of her elbows,
then caressed her asscheeks and smacked his lips.
     "By God, that's going to be exactly right!" he exclaimed.
     "Dog fashion!" whispered Myra.  Neither she nor Leanne had
experienced Soldier this way.  If Bonnie did, there would be a
degree of degradation that would erase all the tight-lipped
superiority she had shown at the dog's previous triumphs.
     "I'll bet Bonnie's squirming right now," remarked Ward.
"She's not stupid; she knows we're going to get her under that dog
sooner or later.  And her belly is churning at the thought,
because she figures she's going to fight it and knows it isn't
going to do her a damn bit of good."
     Myra sighed.  His caress made her glow with renewed desire,
and when his fingers brushed her cunt she groaned softly and
thrust her ass backward in silent invitation.  Pleasure and
excitement shook her; she wished Ward would take time to
capitalize on her present position.  But she realized that Soldier
would be recovering from his bout with Leanne and thinking
restlessly about taking advantage of the naked flesh around him.
If they waited too long, Bonnie would already be on the defensive.
     She let Ward help her to her feet, and they left their
clothes in a neat pile at the foot of the bank and returned toward
the picnic clearing.  They found the other four lounging on
benches, wet with perspiration and showing the satisfaction of
their recent activities.
     Rocky glanced up with a grin.  "You guys make it unanimous,"
he observed.  "We're turning into a nudist camp."
     Myra wriggled, a delicious shiver coursing up and down her
spine.  "Being a nudist doesn't do a damn thing for me," she
replied.  "But I like it when there's something else in it for
me."
     Bonnie and Leanne both giggled hysterically.  "Christ, Myra!"
exclaimed Leanne.  "You have to be so honest about it?  We've been
trying to keep that a secret!"
     "Can't say either one of you was fooling us much," said Jim.
"Hell, you got neon signs flashing in your eyes!
     Leanne lowered her head and studied her husband through her
lashes.  She stretched languorously.  "Okay, sweetie.  Let's stop
wasting time.  Now that you bastards have had your show, let's get
down to some serious fun and games!"
     But Myra caught the quick flick of Leanne's glance from the
reclining Soldier to Bonnie.  She can't wait to get Bonnie in the
same position! she thought.  God, is she ready to turn the tables!
     "Where the hell did you two disappear to, anyhow?" asked
Bonnie.  "Got some kind of special rutting ground staked out?"
     Myra caught her breath sharply.  Ward's lips quirked as he
shot a meaningful glance at her.
     But his voice was light and casual when he replied to his
wife, "Oh, a pretty good place.  It's got all the makings."
     "I suppose you figure you're going to hold out on us.  If you
think you're going to keep it as a private retreat, Ward Ramos
..."
     "Okay, okay!  Shit, it's not that big a deal!  Come on, if
you want to see."
     No one hesitated.  Myra waited for Rocky, squeezing his hand
when he reached her.
     "You having fun, honey?" she asked in a whisper.
     "You bet!  How about you?"
     "I'm almost ashamed to admit it.  But I really am!  After
all, why shouldn't we share with them?  We couldn't ask for nicer
people to share with."
     Rocky nodded; he looked entirely happy.  "Look," he said in a
low voice.  "We're going to have company."
     Soldier was stirring in the clearing they had just left.  He
rose stiffly to his feet and followed them at a distance.
     "Looks like he could use a little more rest," Myra observed
anxiously.
     "Huh?"  Rocky studied her with a sideways glance.  "Ohhh!" he
whispered.  "You and Ward got some ideas about Bonnie and the
dog!"
     She smiled sweetly up at him.  "Why not?  Why be stingy?"
     "Oh, shit!  This ought to be good!"
     When they picked their way down the bank, Soldier seemed
content to wait.  He peered after them, then flopped loosely to
the ground and continued to watch from the top.
     "Jesus!  What a great spot!" exclaimed Rocky softly.
     Myra leaned fondly against him and surveyed the wash with
him.  She felt as if she were seeing it through fresh eyes.  The
stream course changed direction at the spot.  It had eaten into
the outer bank, widening the wash to form a broad, even area with
a floor of deep, rippled sand.  There was ample evidence of the
game she and Ward had played there, with confused foot and body
prints churning up the sand around the middle of the space.  The
stakes and crossbar were chillingly obvious, and Myra saw that
they dominated Bonnie's attention.
     "Looks like you got it ready for me," Bonnie remarked
tightly.  "Seeing as how I'm it."
     Myra tensed; she heard the antagonism in her hostess' voice
and wondered if Bonnie were working herself up to calling a halt
to the whole experiment.  But Ward appeared capable of soothing
his wife.  He put his arm around her and squeezed, planting a
light kiss on the top of her head.
     "Got butterflies in your stomach, puss?"
     Bonnie grabbed him and clung fiercely.  "Oh Christ, yes!
Ward, you've got no idea what a woman feels like when she knows
she ... knows she's going to be totally helpless that way with
five people trying to make her come!"
     "Scary, I'll bet.  We're really going to make you squirm,
too!  Just wait!"
     Ward passed his hand over her side and fingered her lower
abdomen.  Bonnie shuddered violently; excitement replaced the
apprehension that had clouded her features.
     "Just hurry!" she whispered.  "Hurry, before I get too
scared!"
     Ward grinned.  "You brought the rope, didn't you," he said to
Jim.
     "Right!"
     Quickly, Ward led his wife to the crossbar and pushed her
down.  She looked puzzled as he positioned her against it.  While
she was still studying the sticks doubtfully, Ward and Jim knelt
on either side of her and pulled her knees apart.  In a moment,
each had fastened a loop around one of her knees and secured it to
one of the stakes below the crossbar.
     "Good God!" exclaimed Bonnie.  "Now I see!  The hell you do!"
     But Ward gently forced her forward over the bar.  "Elbows,"
he commented tersely to Jim.  "Rocky, give her some
encouragement."  He winked at Rocky and glanced significantly at
Bonnie's back.
     Rocky squatted beside the struggling woman.  He placed one
hand on her back and began caressing her buttocks and thighs with
the other.
     "Damn it, Rocky!" she shouted.  "Cut it out!  You're taking
my mind off what's happening!"
     "Aw, come on," he replied.  He stroked her exposed cunt,
letting his fingers linger on the silky strands of pubic hair.
     She twisted and groaned.  "You bastard!  How can I defend
myself when you're doing that?"
     Ward and Jim took advantage of her agitation and soon had
each elbow immobilized next to a stake.  Knotting the ropes, they
reached under her to fondle her breasts.  Bonnie sagged and rested
the side of her head on the sand.  Her face was contorted with
excitement and eagerness.
     But she complained, her voice strained.  "No fair!  How come
I ... UNNNNHHHHH!  How come I gotta be so damn undignified?"
     Rocky continued to play with her asscheeks, again and again
slipping his fingertips onto her cunt.  "You have to admit you
make a pretty good target this way."
     "Mmmmm!  Oooo!"  She jerked her hips from side to side,
rubbing herself on the bar.  "Oh, Jesus, Rocky!  Yesss!"
     Rocky slipped one finger into her cunt and rotated it back
and forth while her ass quivered.  Myra joined Rocky.  She
caressed the inner sides of Bonnie's taut thighs, her touch as
light as if she were tickling her.  Bonnie's knees were firmly
snugged against the stakes, but she kicked her feet up and down
and sprayed sand with her toes.  At a movement on the bank, Myra
looked up sharply.  Soldier was staring at the scene with
obviously quickening interest and had surged to his feet.  He
slipped over the edge and made his way down the broken path they
all had used.  In the bed of the wash, he advanced through the
sand to nudge at Myra.
     She laughed and edged out of his way.  He was eyeing the
pulsing cunt hungrily, and his tongue lolled.  He looked to Myra
as if he were grinning hugely.  With slow steps, he moved closer
until he could sniff at the wet pubic hair.
     Bonnie jerked.  "No!  Good God, no!  Get him away from here!"
     Everybody laughed softly.  Ward's eyes glistened brightly and
he fondled her tit as if milking it.  "Can't see you getting
short-changed," he told his helpless wife.  "Way Leanne acted,
there's got to be something special in the way he uses that
tongue!"
     "Please, darling!" Bonnie twisted furiously.  "Not me, Ward!
Not me!"
     Soldier seemed unaware of Bonnie's objections.  He continued
to sniff, then dabbed at the jerking flesh experimentally.
Seeming encouraged by the scent and flavor, he set about the same
deliberate lapping that had so thoroughly destroyed Myra's self-
control the night before.  Bonnie gasped and emitted a long,
tremulous moan.  Her torso swung spasmodically.  She permitted her
back to sag, rotating her pussy back and up and dropping her
nipples onto the sand.
     "Brr!  Omigod!" she wailed.  "Oh, God!  That shoots tingles
all the way to my fingertips!"  She clawed at the sand.
     The bar supported her at the angle between her thighs and
belly.  Her flesh bulged around it, and the weaving of the forked
branches showed the force of her contortions.  Soldier's tongue
lapped methodically over her labia, stripping moisture from her
pubic hair and reddening the puffy folds of flesh.  The gradual
swelling of her tissues thrust them apart to expose glistening
membranes in her slit, and even as Myra watched, her own pussy
beginning to smart sympathetically, Bonnie's fragile-looking inner
labia became visible.  The appearance was that of a tropical
flower blossoming, its outer petals spreading to reveal the
delicate surfaces and flutings inside.
     The big dog whined happily and worked his tongue onto the
naked membranes.  Bonnie cried out fiercely, her tone heavy with
growing desire.  She rubbed the side of her face against the sand,
and the shimmering blonde hair spread out in a wide halo.
     "Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh!" she gasped shakily.  "Hope you ... guys ...
like it!  He ... he's ... driving me ... wild!"
     For Myra, the performance was the third.  She had experienced
the fantastic sensations the skilled tongue aroused, and had
wondered if she were somehow different from others in the ease
with which the steady lapping reached sensitive areas.  In
Leanne's reactions, she had felt a measure of reassurance; Leanne
had clearly experienced the same overwhelming flood of pleasure
and excitement.  Now Bonnie gave every evidence of responding the
same way; she had surrendered to the inevitable and appeared to be
in the grip of an irresistible lust.  The convulsive wrenchings of
her slender, tapered thighs seemed unmistakable signs of violent
passion.  Her savage twistings left no doubt as to the heights to
which her passion was rising.
     The busy tongue probed deeper and deeper into the opening
slit.  Bonnie's asscheeks winked rhythmically, creating the
illusion that her cunt was gaping like a hungry fish's mouth.  As
if aware of the effect he was going to cause, Soldier shifted his
attention downward to the frantic woman's clitoris.  Bonnie
shrieked.  Her torso heaved as abruptly as if she had been jabbed
by a heated poker.  With every appearance of understanding his
victim's agitation, Soldier prolonged his meticulous search of the
tiny crevices surrounding the tiny organ.  To Myra's horror, he
thrust his muzzle against the reddened flesh and appeared to
nibble at it as if to tantalize Bonnie.  The distraught girl's
cries rose and fell without interruption.  Her body writhed
violently and the expression of the thrashing face indicated the
welling of intolerable sensations of pleasure.
     Bonnie stiffened suddenly, her fingers digging into the sand
and her toes splaying as a powerful tremor set her entire body
dancing.
     "Oh, God!  OH, GOD!  I'M ... COMMMIIING!  WARD, WARD, HE'S
MAKING ME COME!  AGHHHHH!  AGHHHHH!"
     Soldier raised his nose an inch and worked his tongue into
the jerking cuntmouth.  Bonnie's thrashing eased, but the tremor
continued.  Her voice swelled and dwindled to the rhythm of her
orgasmic contractions.  The great tongue slipped repeatedly in and
out of her cunt, and with each renewed insertion the backs of her
thighs bulged and her ass thrust upward.
     "Ohh, ohhhh!  Eeeyaghhh!"  Bonnie stopped moaning and panted
heavily, "He ... won't ... let me ... quit!  UMMMM!"
     But Soldier did withdraw his head from the golden-haired
cunt.  He shuffled briefly, then heaved himself to his hind legs
and mounted Bonnie.
     The gulping woman arched her back and tilted her head so she
could peer backward beneath herself.  "Christ!" she exclaimed in a
hollow tone.  "You're not going to stop him, are you?"
     Ward again reached under her to finger her tit.  "Hell, no!"
he replied cheerfully.  "Not when everything's going as well as it
is now!"
     "God!  What a hard-on!  Skinny, but so Goddamn long!"  There
was awe in Bonnie's remark.  "Oh, dear!  Dear Jesus!"
     The shiny tip nudged Bonnie's quivering membranes.  Soldier
clutched her waist with his forepaws and jerked his haunches in
small, jabbing movements.  His cockhead danced on her labia, each
jump bringing it closer to her cuntmouth.  In a moment, the sharp
point vanished into the narrow opening and Soldier's humping
strengthened.  He drove the long cock into her with overbearing
assurance; his first two experiences had obviously taught him that
women provided excellent housing for a throbbing dick.
     Bonnie made no protest as the great dog's cock plunged
deeper.  She pressed the top of her head against the sand and
continued to stare backward at the rapidly vanishing hard-on as if
hypnotized.  Her body trembled, but her movements only forced her
cunt further onto the advancing shaft.  The fat knot reached her
cunt, and she flung her hips backward to wedge her flesh outward
around the bulging swelling.  Soldier lunged against her and
buried his knot, then pumped vigorously over her ass.  He fucked
her with a heavy, purposeful stroke, and she raised her head and
let her hair bounce in a wild tangle.
     Myra whimpered with frustrated excitement.  The scene had a
primitive quality that Leanne's adventure had lacked.  There was
something vitally different between the two situations.  Leanne,
lying on her back, had somehow seemed to convert the fucking to
human terms; face-to-face intercourse had a civilized nature that
had made Myra see it in terms of Soldier as a mere substitute for
a man.  Bonnie's position, ass in the air, body huddled
submissively beneath the great, shaggy brute, imparted a flavor of
uncivilized ferocity to the act.  Soldier clearly dominated; his
actions and the angle of the enormous head seemed to shout that it
was Bonnie who was the substitute.  Soldier was not a brutish man;
Bonnie was a smooth-skinned, tethered, substitute bitch.
     Bonnie's response had become so enthusiastic that the bar
clattered against the forked supports.  She had clenched her fists
and was pounding them on the sand.  And her shoulders twisted with
the pounding effort until her boobs bounced beneath her like full
udders.
     "Oh, God, Soldier!" cried the harassed woman.  "Hit me hard!
Fuck me harder ... faster!  FUCK HARD, SOLDIER!  EEEEEE!"
     The dog had stripped Bonnie's defenseless cunt of its
moisture with his tongue.  His cock had slid into a dry, clinging
cuntmouth.  But the continued stroking had aroused her tissues and
stimulated the flow of additional fluid.  Thickening wetness
rimmed her cum mouth and lubricated the pistoning base of his
cock.  It clung in milky-colored streaks to the fiery redness of
the slick shaft and spread slowly outward over Bonnie's membranes.
     Bonnie's desperate struggles suggested that she might be
nearing another orgasm.  The pitch of her voice rose and she
chattered in broken sentences to the dog, punctuating her remarks
with gasps and involuntary groans.
     Myra leaned forward, her unblinking gaze fixed on the zone of
connection.  She suspected that the psychological effect of the
action was even more devastating to the men--men were supposed to
get more of their stimulation from the stirring of the
imagination.  But the smooth pumping of the gleaming shaft and the
tightly-stretched collar of Bonnie's cunt aroused more of Myra's
responsive nature than she would have admitted to anyone.  She was
fascinated by the way the great balls swung repeatedly against
Bonnie's clitoris, despite the tension that had drawn them so
tightly against his bristling sheath.
     Jim came to Myra and dropped to one knee.  At his urging, and
without permitting her attention to wander from the rhythmic
fucking, she arose far enough to straddle his other thigh.  She
let her knees hang vertically to place her weight on the contact
between her throbbing pussy and his firm thigh muscles.  Her hips
jerked backward and forward and great waves of pleasure raced over
her.  Jim cupped his hands on her tits and pulled her back until
she felt the sweat of his chest between her shoulder blades.
     Bonnie swung her head from side to side.  "FUCK, SOLDIER,
FUCK!" she yelled.  "GOD!  I'M GOING TO COME AGAIN!  NOW!"
     Soldier appeared to have reached the point of orgasm as well.
His haunches pressed forward to grind the mouth of his sheath
against her cunt and he stopped pumping, his body vibrating
intensely.  Bonnie trembled violently and her muscles tensed in
great, biting contractions.  She uttered gulping cries of joy and
winked her asscheeks fiercely.
     "Yaghhh-yaghhh-yaghhh!  BORE IT IN!  PUSH, PUSH!"
     Soldier lifted his muzzle in an undulating, sobbing wail.
For a long time neither figure moved, except for the fierce
tremors that shook both at intervals.  Bonnie's shouts died away,
replaced by grunted whimpers.  Her sides looked raw where Soldier
had raked them; now, in the frenzy of his climax, he merely tugged
her to him, and her skin was drawn under the strain.  The dog's
coat hid Bonnie's asscheeks, its shaggy tufts dusty and rough on
her pale skin.
     At last, the awesome orgasm subsided.  Ward and Rocky tugged
the forked supports sideways sufficiently to disengage the
crossbar and pulled it from under Bonnie.  A moment's struggle
sufficed to remove the loops from the spent woman's elbows and
knees.
     "Thanks," whispered Bonnie.  "Now for the tough part."  She
braced herself and panted, as if conserving her strength for her
coming ordeal.



                            Chapter 9

     Myra scrubbed her pussy on Jim's thigh, beside herself with
desire.  "Jim!" she whispered urgently.  "Jim, fuck me, honey!
Now!"
     He lowered his knee and sat on his heels.  Clasping her waist
with his hands, he guided her downward until her cuntmouth rested
on the dome of his cockhead.  She knelt astride his lap, her back
against his belly, and savagely drove herself onto the waiting
cock.  The head plunged inward, impaling her and ripping a cry of
delight from her throat.
     "Eeeyaghhh!  Yes, honey, yes!  Mmmmmm!"  She plunged her ass
onto his thighs and squirmed fiercely.
     Jim tilted her forward, rising as her ass rose.  She caught
herself with her hands, bracing them in the sand and letting Jim
mount her the way Soldier had mounted Bonnie.  Jim gripped her
tightly and began to slam against her butt.  She groaned happily.
     "Y'know," she muttered between blows, "I wouldn't let Rocky
do it like this before.  It was too undignified."
     "Dirty, you mean."  Jim's voice held a note that sounded as
if he were leering at her.  "Just plain dirty.  Right?"
     "Yes!  Christ, yes!  Dirty!"  Today that was precisely what
she wanted.  The thrill of flaunting convention flamed in her with
unquenchable heat.  "Only dirty isn't the right word any more.
Unh!  Unh!  Whewww!  It's ... not like ... I always ... thought!
Oof, Jim, honey!  Mmmmm!  It's just doing whatever ... whatever is
fun!  UNHHHH!  POKE HARD, HONEY!"
     She burned with eagerness.  Her flanks ached and her cunt
seemed aflame with the delicious plunging of Jim's cock.  She
surged against his blows, hungry for the brutal impact against her
ass.  Her nipples swung in jerky arcs she could watch by letting
her head hang.  Belatedly, she imitated Bonnie by dropping onto
her forearms and letting the hard sand grains scrape her tits.
     Jim's cockhead churned her guts as it plunged inward and then
drew back.  Every stroke drove her breath from her in an explosive
grunt.  She heard Bonnie's guttural cry when Soldier began
dragging the slim blonde backward across the arena, but the sound
served merely to heighten her own excitement.  Only dimly did she
realize that she had begged for this without bothering to retreat
to more private surroundings.  Her behavior was being displayed
for Rocky and the others to study and remember, and she would
never again seem prim or innocent to them.
     But she was convinced that she would never again want that
image.  She loved the sweaty violence of this fucking and knew the
blandness of their former relationship would not be satisfying
again.  With a silent thanks, she squirmed backward into Jim's
vigorous thrusts and abandoned herself to the sightless whirlpool
of sensation.
     Angry objections burst from her when Jim jerked his cock out
and released her.  Like a bitch in heat, she continued for a time
to weave her butt in the air and plead for his hard-on.  But he
seized her and pulled her to her feet.
     "You're really turned on, baby!" he panted.
     Her vision cleared slowly.  She saw sweat running from him in
broad rivulets, washing channels through the dust that had
accumulated.  Glancing down at herself, she saw the same kind of
wet streaks on her own body and thrilled anew at the utter
earthiness of their sex.
     "God!  Turned on?  I'm all but turned inside out!  For God's
sake, get that cock into me again!  Please, honey!"
     "Come on, baby.  Climb me!"
     She swayed toward him and threw her arms around his neck.
His hands clasped her asscheeks as she swung her legs up and
clamped them around his waist.  He pushed her hips back to let his
cockhead lodge in her steaming curt, then jerked her onto it.
With a sigh of fulfillment, she felt herself slide down the shaft
to its base.
     "I do like it better this way," she murmured, her face
pressed to his chest.
     She wriggled at the sensation of pubic hair tangling with
pubic hair.  Shudders of pleasure racked her as she rubbed her
boobs on his body.
     "Let me have it!" she panted heavily.  "Pump, honey!  FUCK
ME!"
     Jim swung her butt outward, then jerked her to him again.
Catching his rhythm after the first few swings, she tensed her
thighs to straighten her legs, then tugged savagely, stroking
herself back and forth on the buried cock.  Her excitement soared.
Her legs worked at a frenzied pace.  The friction between her
thighs and Jim's hips seemed to scrape her raw, and their combined
sweat stung her sharply.  Above their whistling breath, she could
hear the squeaking of their skin and the wet smacking of her pussy
on his hard pubic arch.
     The small of her back ached with the effort of her fucking
and her arms trembled with the strain of clinging to the slippery
neck and shoulders.
     "God, hon!" she groaned breathlessly.  "This is strenuous as
hell!"
     "Yeah!" Jim gasped.  "A guy's got to brace himself good if he
wants to keep you from knocking him on his ass!"
     She slammed into him with extra force.  "If I ... knock you
on ... your ass ..." she grunted.  "If I do ... it's going to ...
drive your ... cock ... right through the ... top of my head!"
     "Or break the son of a bitch off!" he retorted.
     "Oh!  Oh!"  Her increased force had sent new waves of
excitement over her and she felt herself blasting into orgasm.
Her vaginal spasms seized her in distinct pulses, wave following
wave with a deliberate, majestic rhythm.  With each fierce
clenching of her cunt on the hard cock, her belly muscles jerked
taut and her legs clamped viselike on Jim's hips.  Her arms
tightened simultaneously, and she ground her cheek on his hairy
chest.
     Jim gasped audibly at her first convulsion.  His fingers
clawed at her buttocks and crushed them.  His legs began to
tremble.  The base of his cock swelled abruptly and warmth pooled
at the core of her belly.  At the height of her orgasm, she rubbed
her cunt in slow circles on him and felt him stagger.  He groaned
softly past her head, then dug his chin into the thick softness of
her hair.
     "Good God!" he muttered.  "Feels like I'm sucking my balls
into my cock and shooting them into you!"
     "I ... want ... them!" she managed in gasps.  "All of you!
Every ... damn ... bit!"
     "Greedy broad!" he hissed, then snorted heavily and yanked at
her as if experiencing a climax.
     As the intensity passed, she felt him sway.  He took one step
backward, as if to steady his balance, two quicker steps forward
and to the side, and then crumpled toward the sand.  Myra sensed
his fall and rode with it.  He landed sitting, but she had leaned
away from his upper torso and stretched her legs along his body,
her knees damped on his rib cage.  His abrupt stop allowed her
pussy to slam with unbroken force onto the arch of his pelvis.
His cock was already beginning to soften, but she felt the savage
jerk as it levered forward in her gut.  Instinctively, fighting
time, she twisted one leg to the side and then the other,
extending them along Jim's legs and settling cozily on his fallen
body.
     "I've still got him!" she whispered triumphantly.  "I've
still got him in me, honey!"
     "For all the good he's going to do you," retorted Jim.
"Might as well have an empty sock stuffed up there!"
     "Oh, nooo!"  She snuggled.  "He still feels alive, even if he
did get soft.  Mmmm!  I'm greedy, honey; you said so yourself.
And I don't want to give you up yet."  She glanced across the
sand.  "See?  Bonnie isn't loose yet, either.  Soldier can't get
rid of her."
     Jim grunted with interest.  Bonnie's head and shoulders
rested on the sand, but her butt was still locked tightly to the
uneasy dog's belly, and only an inch of his cock showed, the
remainder buried deeply in the exhausted woman.  Rocky was
soothing Soldier, petting him and speaking gently to him to reduce
the amount of dragging, but it seemed clear that no influence
other than nature's would affect the situation.
     Ward and Leanne had retreated to the lower bend of the wash,
but they were in plain view.  Leanne lay on her side, one leg
extended in a continuation of the line of her torso, the other
drawn tightly against her chest.  She hugged her knee while Ward
straddled the extended leg and pressed his belly against the
black-haired woman's tightly curved asscheek.  He pumped at her
with measured strokes as if to prolong the pleasure.  Leanne
moaned softly, and foam flecked the corner of her mouth.
     "Please, Ward?" she pleaded.  "Please?  I do want to come
now.  Fuck me hard, sweetie, please!"
     Ward smiled fondly down at her.  "You really want to wrap it
up, puss?"
     "Oh, God, sweetie!  I'm going to melt if I don't!"
     "Okay.  Hang on!"  Ward's hips withdrew, then flashed
forward.
     Myra saw most of his cock emerge from Leanne's cunt during
the withdrawal, then watched it plunge from sight with the wicked
thrust.  Myra winced involuntarily, as if she had received the
violent blow instead of Leanne.  But Leanne's body surged
abruptly, and the girl cried out in a hoarse voice.
     "Jesus!  JESUS, WARD!  That's what I wanted!  FUCK!  FUCK
WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT!"
     Ward placed his hands on the upthrust hip of the woman
beneath him and leaned his weight on them.  His hips jerked
ferociously back and forth.  His cock plunged like a piston, and
each blow jarred the curvaceous body sharply.  Leanne's cries rang
with delight.  She bent her neck and caught at her knee with her
teeth, yelling around it as the brutal fucking continued.
     "Now!  NOWWW!  WARD, FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!"
     Ward's eyes appeared to glaze.  His fingers bit into the
tender flesh.  He ground against the squirming cunt and leaned
forward.  The twitching of his buttocks betrayed the eruption of
semen. Leanne shuddered in closely-spaced bursts that could have
been triggered by nothing other than her orgasm.  She let go of
her knee and pressed her leg fiercely against Ward's torso.  He
grunted and seized her ankle with one hand, raising and
straightening the leg while straining even harder against her
cunt.  Leanne groaned more violently, her arms swinging along the
surface of the sand and her fingers clawing at it.
     "EEEEE!  EEEYAIGHHH!  WARRRD, HAAARRRD!  Ummmm, yessss!"
Slowly her contortions subsided and her arms went limp.
     Ward released her leg.  He fell forward over her and held her
in his arms.  Both panted for air, and Leanne turned her face.
     "Kiss me, sweetie," she murmured.  "Kiss me good."
     Ward pressed his mouth to hers.
     "She's affectionate after an orgasm," remarked Jim quietly.
"Wants to cuddle like a kitten."
     "That's what she reminds me of," replied Myra.  "Or a real
young bitch."
     "Hey!  Looks like Bonnie's coming unlocked."
     Myra looked quickly.  Bonnie appeared to hang a little lower,
and even as Myra stared, the bulge on Soldier's cock came slowly
into view.  The next instant, Bonnie slid off the long cock and
collapsed on the sand.  Soldier backed away, dropped to his side,
and began the lengthy process of cleaning and relaxing his turgid
cock.  Rocky gathered Bonnie into his arms and cradled her.  Myra
felt a momentary twinge of jealousy, but the sweaty warmth of
Jim's body beneath her own reminded her that she had three men
taking care of her instead of one, and she sighed contentedly.
     "Hmm?  That sigh supposed to mean something?" asked Jim.
     "Sure is.  Means three men seem a lot better than one."
     "I'll buy that.  Three women, too.  Likely to keep a guy on
his toes."
     "Or something!" Myra giggled.  "I know there's going to be
times when I won't believe all this really happened at all.  You
know?"
     "When that happens, let me know.  I'll be glad to pinch you."
     "I'll bet!  Lecherous old man, you!"
     "That was my childhood ambition." Jim pinched her ass
playfully.
     She squirmed.  The limp cock slipped from her cunt and she
groaned.
     "Oh, damn!  Lost it!"
     Jim chuckled.  "It's going to be around for a while.  I'll
give you another chance at it."
     "Mmmm!  It's getting to be a kind of habit.  Pretty soon I'm
going to feel like he's an old friend."
     "It sure took us long enough to make the introductions," Jim
grumbled.  "Why the hell couldn't we see how much more fun we
could have by trading around a little."
     "Trading around a little!  God, Jim!  Tearing off all the
restraints, you mean!"
     "And using a few at the right time."  He sounded deeply
satisfied with their pleasant games.  "Right now I feel like I've
been neglecting my stomach.  By the time we get back to the house
and decide what to eat, I'm going to be in the last stages of
starvation!"
     Myra disengaged herself from his embrace.  She felt that she
would be able to approach lunch with enthusiasm, but her hunger
was hardly so overpowering as to make her break up their snug
companionship.  "Men never think of anything but sex or food," she
remarked.  "And when they say they'd rather screw than eat, I know
it isn't anywhere near mealtime."
     Jim swatted at her, but she danced aside.  Running to escape
his pursuit, she gathered up her clothes and began dodging.  But
Jim abandoned the chase.
     "I'll catch you sooner or later, baby.  I can wait."
     The others separated.  Ward grabbed his clothing and followed
Leanne toward the picnic clearing.  Together, the six returned to
the house, where Myra and Leanne helped Bonnie prepare lunch.
Myra refrained from commenting on the change in attitudes since
breakfast.  One of the others would probably make some comment
later, and in the meantime she had an idea what kind of thoughts
and memories were filling their minds.
     There was considerable awkwardness at the table.  Myra
watched the others, glancing covertly from one to another as one
conversational effort aborted and then the next.  As if they were
afraid of the subject, everyone avoided explicit reference to
their new and exciting sexuality.  Their behavior, both during the
morning and during the evening before, had raced far ahead of
their ability to adapt emotionally.  She felt that none of them
would seriously consider a return to the strict prohibition on
sexual familiarity that had preceded this experience, but it was
obvious that there were strong undercurrents of unresolved guilt
and shame.
     Those feelings would pass, she was certain.  They were part
of a way of life they had left behind.  Refusing to return to that
way of life, they would find the old attitudes withering quickly.
To her surprise, she was conscious of a surge of gratification at
the thought.  She was suffering from both guilt and shame herself;
she felt guilty over her brazen behavior with Ward and Jim and
ashamed of her easy surrender to the sheer physical enticement of
Soldier's assault of the previous night.  Neither negative feeling
managed to make her wish the events had not happened.  She was
glad they had, and her only concern was over finding the most
effective way to eliminate outmoded negative feelings.
     The meal ended without anyone's having broken through the
involuntary taboo of conversation about sex.  No one seemed
capable of overcoming the barrier and launching the subject of an
afternoon continuation of the games.  Myra recognized that she was
attributing her own feelings to the others, but believed she knew
them well enough to do so.  As for herself, she felt as if she
were in a state of shock.  She had shared with the others am
unbelievable build-up of sensuality here at Pulsegate; she was now
convinced that had been a combination of isolation, overdue
concession to the extremely close nature of the long-time
friendship, and primitive setting.  When they had finally broken
the bounds of convention the previous night, they had done so in
what she considered a startling way.
     Under ordinary circumstances, they would probably have used
one of the milder introductions to swapping.  She knew the
practice was growing quite popular in their social class, and that
such affairs normally started with some rigged strap game or by
pairing off of couples for quiet, discreet retreat to separate
bedrooms or homes.  Bondage-type situations might come later for
kicks, but she was certain they seldom served to break in a new
group.
     Her own experience on the table had provided an extremely
potent charge of stimulation to everybody.  The fact Rocky and
Bonnie had conducted themselves as they had, and the way Ward and
Leanne had behaved seemed to show an almost hysterical rejection
of social boundaries.  Her own adventure with Soldier on the beach
had come as a carry-over of that over-reaction to a lifetime of
propriety.
     The shock of being caught in the act by Leanne had caused
further disruption of her emotional balance.  Clearly, Leanne had
been shaken by finding Myra as she had.  She would have been
shocked to find her in the act of intercourse with the big dog,
but Myra was certain that there had been an extra jolt.  Seeing a
woman hung up--unable to uncouple from the beast after the
intercourse was complete--had to add a sense of savage excitement
to the situation.
     When Leanne had whispered the story to Bonnie and Bonnie had
self-righteously passed the information on, the entire group had
experienced a significant increase in excitement level.
Naturally, the men had been fiercely inflamed.  And although the
two women had surely not been conscious of an intensification of
their own erotic sensibility, the effect of that incredible action
must have made them more receptive to the idea of resuming the
games in the morning.
     Now, with everybody wallowing in the relief of several
intense orgasms, the other five were no doubt struggling with the
same reactions as Myra.  She, herself, had no regrets.  The guilt
and shame seemed out of place; both feelings were largely buried
in a pulsing, welling joy at the new freedom that dominated her
consciousness.  No matter what it cost her in terms of
psychological upheaval, she was determined to make over her
lifestyle.  She would refuse to let the pleasure of sex be linked
again in her mind with the traditional restrictions of love and
marriage.  She might not participate in sex with men for whom she
felt no love, but she meant to make that a matter of attraction.
If she felt strongly attracted on a sexual basis to a man for whom
she felt no other emotion, she would indulge herself in the
pleasure of satisfying that sexual desire.
     As for the male members of couples she and Rocky had a deep
affection for, she knew she was going to find out how they
performed sexually.  She and Rocky were going to become
established members of the swap culture, and whatever
superstitious remnants of her upbringing conflicted with that
objective, she was going to isolate and defuse.
     She knew what she meant to do in the future.  She knew there
was going to be a great deal more sexual activity during the rest
of their stay at Pulsegate.  But in her awe at the enormity of the
events of the past few hours, she felt an instinctive need to let
things soak in.  At the moment, she wanted desperately to begin
new sexual adventures, but needed time to digest what had already
happened.  And old habits seemed terribly difficult to destroy.
The act of eating lunch was so routine--so much like life had been
before the change--that it was impossible to introduce open
discussion of the fantastic new style.
     She escaped from the kitchen as quickly as possible.
Everyone advanced some excuse for getting away from all the
others; there was not even any apparent desire for husbands and
wives to be together.  Myra was hardly surprised to see that
Soldier was prowling outside the door, but his behavior disturbed
her.  He bristled at each of the men, sniffed at Bonnie and Leanne
with a haughty manner, and greeted Myra with what looked like
delighted relief that she was still there.  He pressed his muzzle
into her hand and wiggled like a puppy.  When the others scattered
on their separate ways, and she entered the trail toward the
bluffs and the beach, he accompanied her, head close to her thigh
and pace sedate.
     The morning had been totally calm; there had been no trace of
a breeze.  Myra had managed time for a quick shower before lunch,
thankful for the opportunity to flush away the thick layers of
dust and sweat, but the air seemed hotter now, and the breeze
stirred only enough to tease.  It appeared that this would be one
of those rare days without wind.
     She and Soldier reached the bluffs and picked their way down
the long, winding trail to the beach.  The surf rolled onto the
lonely coast in long, smooth crests that curled and toppled from
one end to the other simultaneously.  Each breaker collapsed with
a resounding crash and threw great gouts of spray high in the air.
The foam hissed loudly as it plunged up the beach.  As if blocked
by the bluffs, what little breeze there had been above was stilled
at beach level.  The heat hung about her like a heavy veil, and
for the first time, she became aware of the bank of clouds that
lay to the west.  Even Soldier fidgeted as if affected by the
oppressive air.
     "Storm coming, boy?" she asked.
     He peered into her face and whined.  But the glance seemed to
reassure him, and he dashed toward the water to rout a preening
seagull.  Myra laughed and followed.  Her clothes were soaked with
perspiration, and she itched, but the scent of rotting seaweed and
salt spray gave her spirits a boost that made minor physical
discomfort unimportant.  She and Soldier played, chasing each
other along the foam line and investigating interesting pieces of
flotsam while the clouds rolled rapidly across the surface of the
sea toward land.  From time to time, Myra paused to study the
cloud bank.  The lower portion was a horizontal, unbroken roll
that seemed to boil forward.  Above, great white masses piled
skyward.  As the bank grew closer, she heard a mutter of thunder
and saw lightning flickering among the lower sections.
     "Soldier, you're right.  That thing's going to dump rain!
I'll bet we'll have plenty of wind when it gets here, too."



                            Chapter 10

     In the space of an hour, the character of the surf underwent
a complete change.  The long, even swells continued, but short,
choppy waves built up, riding the backs of the smoother swells.
Instead of beach-length crests, the newly forming pattern
presented peaking seas that produced a chaotic jumble of
individual breakers.  The height of the waves increased with
incredible speed, until some looked the size of a large building
to Myra.
     She and the dog had worked their way almost to the south end
of the beach, at least a mile from the path, and she discovered
belatedly that the tide had been coming in.  A low, sheer ledge of
rock extended outward toward the surf between her and the path,
and she saw that the water had risen enough for the foam to be
heaping itself on the outer tip of the ledge.
     "Hey, Soldier!  We'd better head back!  The waves will be
breaking on that ledge pretty quick."  She felt no alarm; she was
on a wide part of the beach and could easily wait out the tide,
but she felt no enthusiasm over a wait of three or four hours.
Still, she felt no need to hurry, and she stopped several times to
examine some stranded bit of sea life she had previously
overlooked.  She was amused at Soldier's growing restiveness and
got down on her knees twice to hug and reassure him.
     She was still some distance from the ledge when the first
breaker rode up its tip.  The sudden heaping of the water and the
height of the spume awed her.
     "Good God, Soldier!  We'd better not get caught by one of
those!"  She ran then, suddenly realizing that there was no
remaining period of grace.
     But they had waited too long.  In the few minutes it took to
reach the ledge, a train of higher waves reached the beach.  Every
one of them crashed on the ledge, piling up and roaring inward
along the sheer sides with tremendous walls of spray shooting into
the air.  At the ledge, Myra realized at once that she had no
chance of climbing up the face; there was am overhang she had not
noticed before.  Irritated at herself, she turned away and
prepared to wait out the tide.
     She was puzzled by its behavior, however.  She had visited
the beach frequently while at Pulsegate, and she had had some
opportunity to see how the tides came and went.  Not once had she
seen the water line advance as rapidly as it was doing this day.
The looming clouds boiled and rolled so fast that she could hardly
help suspecting a connection between the oncoming storm and the
extra vigor of the tide.  When that thought occurred to her, she
grew alarmed.  If the storm could make the tide come in that much
faster, it might also make it pile higher; she might not be safe
as she had assumed.
     Soldier's behavior furnished additional fuel for alarm.  He
was distinctly uneasy.  He prowled from water's edge to bluffs and
back repeatedly, and he growled frequently at the ominous front of
the storm.  The thunder was rumbling almost continuously, now, and
an occasional sharp clap seemed to jar the dog's nerves severely.
     The rising tide drove Myra and Soldier back toward the bluff.
With only a few yards of dry beach left, the edge of the storm
reached them.  Rain began explosively; huge drops pelted her, then
were replaced by torrents of hard-driven downpour.  In an instant,
she was drenched.  To her horror, the onslaught appeared to give
new impetus to the tide, and as she pressed against the foot of
the bluff, foam lapped at her ankles.
     Soldier took matters into his own jaws.  He caught at the hem
of her skirt and tugged at her.  With evident agitation, he coaxed
her to follow him.  Hopefully, she raced after him.  The big dog
showed considerable unhappiness, but he slogged along the base of
the cliff with an air of knowing where he was going.  Within
moments, he was scrambling over broken rock toward a low ledge.
     The wind, having come with the rain, shrieked along the face
of the bluff and whipped at Myra as she clambered onto the tumbled
rocks.  Her skirt rose to stand out from her waist like a flag;
and horizontally driving raindrops stung her naked thighs like
shotgun pellets.  She bit her lip and doggedly struggled toward
the ledge.
     Soldier gained level footing and stopped, waiting anxiously
for her.  When she joined him, he whirled and slunk along the
ledge.  They rounded a projection, and Soldier ducked into a deep
crevice.  Myra steeled her nerves and plunged into the gloomy
passage behind him.  If the tide rose much further, she told
herself grimly, it would flood the recess and trap them like rats.
But they obviously had no chance of survival on the beach.
     A few yards in from the entrance, the passage widened
abruptly; a dimly lighted cavern lay before them.  Although the
passage itself had been free of sand or debris--she wondered if it
had been scoured clean by earlier storm waves--great heaps of
dried seaweed lay along the walls of the cave.  The floor of the
cavern was covered by sand, but light filtering from above
revealed that it consisted of a series of broad, steplike ledges
leading upward.  She raced toward the back, hoping to find a
tunnel or crack leading toward the upper plateau.  No such escape
appeared; overhead, a broad shaft opened to daylight.  Rainwater
was cascading down one side of the chimney to collect in a stream
at the foot of one wall of the cave.  Except for that trough at
the wall, the floor of the chamber was dry.
     Soldier pressed against Myra's leg.  He wagged his tail and
looked up at her, then backed away and shook himself.  The spray
that flew from his coat reminded her of her own soggy condition.
Immediately, she began to feel uncomfortable and clammy; her
clothes clung to her with the disagreeable chill of wet
synthetics.
     The air was still unseasonably warm, and none of the wind
penetrated the cave.  She could strip and let her clothes dry
while she waited out the storm.  But she suspected that Soldier
would interpret nakedness as an invitation to a resumption of his
recent sexual exploits.
     The thought sent a sharp thrill over her and made her crotch
feel suddenly tight.  Her excitement level was still high, and she
remembered the sensations from her encounter with the dog
pleasurably.  Although the pleasure came back clearly to her, she
found that she could recall none of the specific feelings that
made Soldier different from a human, and the realization annoyed
her.
     "I wonder," she mused.  "How about it, Soldier?  Was it all
that good?"
     She could reinforce her decision to scrap old taboos no more
forcefully than by deliberately permitting him to mount her again.
They would have absolute privacy for some time, and a boring wait
would be aggravated by the discomfort of her wet garments.  Even
while she pondered the matter, her desire for sex rose.  The dog
looked more powerful to her than she had realized; his haunches
bulged with reserve strength and drive, and his forequarters
seemed to have been designed broad and deep for the purpose of
hugging a mate to his belly.
     As if sensing something unusual in her study, he faced her
with forepaws widely planted, head cocked, and an inquisitive
expression in his eyes.
     "Oh, what the hell!" she exclaimed loudly.  "Why not?  Come
on, Soldier!  Let's fuck!"  She raised her voice in defiance of
the frightened inner voice that shrieked at her to reconsider.
     The dog whimpered eagerly and shifted his weight from foot to
foot when she unzipped her skirt.  She kicked off her sandals
while she was working the clammy material over her hips.  Pushing
the skirt off her legs, she stepped out of it and dropped it to
the floor.  Soldier showed visible signs of inability to contain
his interest; he surged two quick steps closer and whined deep in
his throat.
     For a moment, Myra hesitated as to which item should come off
next.  If she wanted to complete her undressing before the dog
lost control of himself, she probably ought to leave her panties
on until last.  On the other hand ...
     She decided abruptly.  With a fluttery sensation in the pit
of her stomach, she thrust her panties off her hips and struggled
to get them off her thighs.  Soldier was upon her.  As her pubic
hair appeared, he jammed his nose to the space between her thighs
and butted with a peremptory jerk of his head.  She laughed and
pushed his muzzle aside.  Handicapped, she fought to remove the
panties with one hand, but when they reached her knees another
demanding thrust of Soldier's head drove his nose against her
pussy.  She gasped and flinched violently.  Her knees jerked
apart, ripping the flimsy garment into two ragged pieces.  The
remnants of the panties slipped to her feet, and she planted
herself with feet widely apart while she fumbled at the fasteners
on her blouse.
     Soldier ignored her efforts.  He nosed at the exposed flesh
of her twat and began exploring it with his tongue.
     Myra's teeth chattered.  "G-g-good God, Soldier!  I didn't
think I'd ever forget how good that tongue could make me feel!
But, oh, it's better than I'd dreamed!"
     Her hips worked spasmodically, jerking backward when the
brute touched a spot that was too sensitive, and swaying toward
him when his lapping failed to produce sufficient pleasure.  Her
fingers shook, but she finally managed to get the blouse loose.
She dropped it and worked at her bra, which came free with
surprisingly little trouble.  Naked, she clasped her hands at the
small of her back, bent her knees, and gave herself up to the
excruciating delight of Soldier's tonguing.
     Hot waves of excitement poured through her.  Goosebumps
spread over her body.  Her nipples swelled and hardened, and
thrills of pleasure chased up and down her spine.  Her pussy felt
as if It were writhing under the delicious urging of the broad
tongue, and a gnawing desire welled in her belly.
     Knees forward and out, she bent backward deeply.  Her belly
protruded, muscles quivering, and her boobs tilted toward the
ceiling.  She let her head hang backward while her shoulders
twisted from side to side.  Her breathing was labored, and
involuntary groans of happiness bubbled from her lips.  Her hips
had grown more agitated; they jerked back and forth in a strong,
rapid rhythm, jerking her pussy into Soldier's muzzle, then
withdrawing it.
     Soldier seemed somehow to approach the activity in a
different spirit from that he had displayed before.  She told
herself she was imagining things--that her perception was
different this time.  But the feeling persisted that the dog was
taking a more personal attitude.  He sounded and acted as if he
were sharing a highly enjoyable adventure with her, rather than
treating her like a convenient and helpless toy.  He seemed to
respond to her reactions; when she uttered an especially strong
moan of pleasure, he repeated whatever act had triggered it, and
when she seemed to quiet, he shifted his line of attack.
     At length, her rising excitement and the strain of the
position overwhelmed her.  She sank to the ground, lying on her
back with her knees parted and elevated.  Soldier gave no evidence
of disapproval; he lowered his head and continued his licking
without interruption.  She had felt her labia swelling and
opening.  She had felt a succession of warm surges inside her
cuntmouth and knew that she was oozing pussy-juice.  The delicate
membranes of her vulva throbbed fiercely, and each stroke of the
patient tongue made her feel as if a jagged file were being
lightly drawn across raw tissues.  She pressed the heels of her
hands to the sides of her head and shook herself slowly from side
to side, keeping pace with the surges of excitement that coursed
inward from her cunt.
     "Ohhh, ohhh!  Soldier, baby!  What you're doing to me!"
     She felt she was nearing a point where she would have to have
his cock.  She could lie on the edge of one of the shelves where
her cunt would be at the right height above the next lower.  But
the image failed to satisfy her.  That had been the format the
night before, when she had only halfway appreciated what was
happening.  Today, she was proclaiming a new self.  She had
knowingly started this game with the dog--had quite literally
offered herself to him.  It seemed to be significantly symbolic
that she yield to his natural mode of mounting.  When she could no
longer restrain herself, she decided, she would roll over and push
herself onto her knees; she would find out how it felt to be a
bitch under her dog.
     But that was going to bring on a finale too rapidly.  She
wanted somehow to prolong the enjoyment.  She felt such a
tremendous amount of affection for the dog that passive compliance
seemed inadequate.  Not only had he chosen her as a companion
instead of any of the others, but he had almost certainly saved
her life on the beach.  She was rewarding him, in a sense, but her
role seemed too cold and inactive to her.
     As she let her affection flow forward in her mind, an
irresistible impulse seized her.  She squirmed into a huddled ball
and grabbed Soldier's ruff in both hands.  Hugging his head to her
breasts, she rubbed her face on the soft fur between his ears.
Soldier jerked backward and twisted, apparently intent on
continuing his feast.  She wrestled with him, joyously attempting
to maul him while he tried to shrug free.  But he seemed suddenly
to get the idea.
     He gave a mighty shake and dislodged her.  He bounded away,
then hurled himself at her.  Catching her with his shoulder, he
bowled her over and landed astride her sprawling body.  Butt in
the air, he lowered his forequarters to press her to the floor
with the weight of his chest.  She pushed and wriggled, but she
was helpless until he voluntarily released her.  Like a cat, she
rolled to the side and scrambled to her feet.  Instantly, she
threw herself on him.  Her arms encircled his neck and she thrust
against the sand with her feet in an effort to throw him off
balance.  Like a bulldogged steer, he lowered his shoulders and
flung his head from side to side.  She felt her grip slipping and
was suddenly hurled clear.
     She tried again to gain her feet, but Soldier pounced on her
as if she were a mouse.  He knocked her down and stood back to
study her.  She laughed, convinced that his expression was one of
amusement.  Recovering her breath, she attempted to rise.  But
Soldier rolled her once more.  For a time, she persisted;
eventually, she realized that she was making no progress.  The
next time Soldier approached, she contented herself by merely
hugging him.  He whined happily and submitted to her caresses.
     Her knee brushed the hardness of his cock.  Like an electric
shock, a deeper sense of devotion seized her.  She let go of his
ruff with one hand and closed her fingers over the bulge in his
sheath.  Soldier's playful contortions ceased.  He stood stiff-
legged, back arched, and quivered while she gently stroked the
sheathed base of his cock.  He had sported a partial hard on,
perhaps six inches of red dick protruding in a relatively stiff
condition.  As she tenderly worked her hand on the bulge, his
shaft grew and emerged into view.  It hardened and straightened
until the edge of the coupling knot appeared at the front of the
sheath.
     A violent tremor of excitement paralyzed Myra.  "Oh, dear
God!" she exclaimed in a whisper.  "Oh, God, honey!  I want the
feel of that cock in me!  I want it so badly!"
     She placed her other hand on the ground without releasing her
grip on the dog's hot cock.  Raising herself to her knees and
supporting herself with the one hand, she sidled next to Soldier,
her shoulder against his and her hip touching his side.
Cautiously, she edged her ass under his belly and lowered her
shoulders.  He merely continued to tremble for a moment, his body
rigid and motionless.
     Then, hesitantly, he lifted his forepaw and rested it on her
back.  She immediately squirmed beneath his chest and allowed his
foot to slip off so his forelegs straddled her.  The big dog
hesitated no longer.  The change in his behavior was so abrupt it
created the impression he had been consciously giving her the
option of initiating action.  As she let go of his cock and
elevated her butt, he raised both forepaws from the floor and
clasped them on her waist.  His belly rode her ass and the point
of his cock touched her cunt.
     She shuddered with anticipation.  Her mouth was unbearably
dry and her belly churned.  She swallowed and let her head hang,
her hair tumbling over the floor.
     "Ohhh, honey!" she whispered.  "Oh, Soldier, honey!  Stick it
in!  Go ahead and fuck me!"
     Now that he clutched her to him, she recalled the way his
paws had raked her sides.  She held her breath and let him jerk at
her.  Knowing that he planted his rear feet well apart when
mounted, so that there would have been plenty of space between
them for her legs to be together, she nonetheless placed her knees
far apart and let her calves rest against the outer sides of his
paws.  She felt the vigorous working of his legs as his haunches
surged back and forth.  The point of his cockhead jabbed
repeatedly at her distended twat, poking at the sensitized
membranes and coming continually nearer the center.  She had felt
that dancing approach the night before and watched it applied to
Leanne and Bonnie during the morning.  But it felt entirely new,
and fascinated her now.
     Her slowly oozing fluids lubricated the surfaces of her inner
labia, and when his cock struck them, it slipped toward her
cuntmouth as if on skids.  The sudden filling of her open rim
brought a gasp of pleasure to her lips.  involuntarily, she thrust
backward to secure the preliminary alignment.  Soldier seemed to
have the same desire as she for maximum enjoyment, for he paused
briefly with the tip inserted into her cunt and its sloping sides
plugging her rim.  They were both so quiet that her rim sensed the
pulsing of his cock and transmitted heartbeat thrills through her.
     "Omigod!" she exclaimed hoarsely.  "Omigod, that's good!"
     Soldier whined and twitched.  The tiny movement made his
cockhead sink a fraction of an inch deeper, wedging her open a
little wider.
     "Oh, now, Soldier!  NOW!  RAM IT HOME!"  She felt as if her
throat were parched and her cunt a vacuum.  The ache of desire
throbbed in every fiber.
     Soldier reacted to her harsh demand.  His haunches drove
forward and his cockhead plunged into her, rudely stretching her
cuntmouth and pushing apart the spongy walls of her vagina.
     "Ahhhh! she sighed with vast pleasure.  "Fuck, honey, fuck!"
     Again and again, his haunches drove forward.  With each
thrust, his cock seated itself more deeply in her passage.  She
felt the weird sensation of stiffness bottoming against elastic
membrane and the weirder one of inner stretching.  And a moment
later she felt the hard pressure of his knot at her cuntmouth.
Wild with excitement and eagerness and afraid his knot might swell
too fast to get inside her, she flung herself back on his cock and
drove her cunt over the swelling.  As if it bad gulped the knot,
her cunt tightened behind it to squeeze the base of the
magnificent cock.
     Soldier pumped.  His haunches established a smooth fucking
rhythm, and his forepaws swept her back and forth in the same
beat.  She thought incoherently that it was a little like
masturbation as if he were merely sliding her up and down his
shaft the way a man might use his hand.  But the notion died as
quickly as it had been born.  The whole nature of the action was
too intensely personal for such an idea to survive.  The great
dog's belly scraped her ass and the bristles of his sheath stabbed
cruelly into the quivering membranes that lined her inner labia.
His cock churned her guts delightfully.  Her boobs bounced and her
hair writhed on the sand.  She felt her arms weakening; with a
happy sigh, she sagged to her forearms and let him jerk her lower
torso back and forth as she rubbed her ass against his belly.
     "Soldier, honey," she murmured as she pressed her lips
against one arm.  "Soldier, honey, it's better than I remembered.
It's better than it could possibly ever be!"
     The powerful blows rained on her upturned twat.  Pleasure
washed outward from her cunt until her butt and the inner surfaces
of her thighs pulsated with it.  Her slender body flopped in his
brutal grip, tossed unmercifully but jerking with joyful response
to every vicious surge.  His cock plunged within her, and the
entrapped knot battered at the inside of her cuntmouth with every
backward lunge of the forceful haunches.
     Myra choked back sobs of sheer pleasure.  She bit her lips to
quiet the ones that swelled her throat.  And as her excitement
rose, her instinct toward quiet dwindled.  At last, she was
uttering a lusty scream at every blow and babbling nonsense in
between.  She no longer cared that the cave echoed and magnified
her shrieks; the wordless bellows that the walls flung back at her
merely heightened her sensitivity and multiplied her enjoyment.
     She made no effort to hold back her orgasm.  When her passion
seemed suddenly to race ahead of her reason, she swung her hips
from side to side and precipitated the onslaught.  Her shrieks
gave way to a long, undulating yell.
     Soldier's only response to her new rigidity and the milking
contractions in the walls enclosing his cock was an increase in
the force of his fucking.  He swept her harder against himself and
slammed her cunt onto the base of his cock more savagely.  His
forepaws clamped more tightly on her waist and his coarse hair
scraped her ass more fiercely.  But the deeply plunging strokes of
his cock continued without break and his haunches continued to
snap in and out.
     Myra's orgasmic spasms subsided.  She hung at the threshold
of climax, every fiber a sensual nerve that his fucking aroused.
She felt her eyes bulge and knew her mouth hung open.  Her tits
rubbed on the sand and her forearms were raw.  She prayed silently
for the strength to remain at her present level of excitement--to
avoid becoming numbed by the incessant, driving thrusts.  And she
welcomed the abrupt eruption of her second orgasm.
     When Soldier finally began his climax, hugging her tightly on
the base of his cock and letting his cum ooze into her, his
vibrating tremors generated her third orgasm.  She accepted the
new frenzy of lust with regenerated enthusiasm.  She dug her toes
into the sand and levered her knees into the air and drove her ass
higher.  She scrubbed her inflamed cunt on the wire-stiff bristles
and felt the taut edge of his sheath enter her cunt.  The ridge
along the center line of his belly gouged her ass crack and
threatened to scrape her bloody.  But every sensation heightened
the intensity of her climax.  Convulsive spasms twisted her
beneath the tightly clinging brute and staggered him.  But the
warm gush of semen continued, and his fierce vibrations robbed her
of the power to move, so that she became rigid and helpless--a
mass of pulsing flesh anchored on his buried cock.



                            Chapter 11

     Myra felt a strange sensation of detachment.  She could not
identify the texture of the floor of the cave nor distinctly see
the walls.  The focus of her awareness was the pulsing cock, and
its presence seemed to expand and blot out the rest of her
universe.  The illusion grew upon her that she was suspended by
her cunt from a great rod with a huge ball inside her.  The gloom
of the cavern seemed to have turned to darkness, and the rod was
spinning her in ever faster revolutions.  Her arms and legs must
be flying straight out from her torso, she felt confusedly.  If
the rod should let go, she would spin like the blades of a
helicopter.  She would probably fly out over the ocean and
disappear forever.  But even the spinning was being absorbed in
the whirlpool of her pleasure, and the physical sensations in her
cunt were becoming fuzzy and indistinct.  She wondered vaguely if
she were going to pass out.
     When she opened her eyes, she was at a loss to understand her
situation.  Her face was pressed against sand.  Her arms were
outflung and her legs sprawled at awkward angles.  Her crotch
burned and throbbed, and she felt as if something were turning her
inside out.
     Her head began to clear.  She became aware of Soldier's stiff
legs and slowly realized that he was standing over her.  For a
fleeting instant, she wondered if he had attacked and mauled her--
if she were already dying as the result of his savage teeth--and
then memory burst upon her.
     She groaned.  "Ohhhhh!  You damn fool, Myra!  You did!  You
passed out!  Right in the middle of a fantastic orgasm, you had to
do a blackout!  Jesus!"
     Tentatively, she pulled her legs under her to trace some of
her weight off her tortured cuntmouth.  Encouraged by her success,
she then got her forearms firmly under her and crouched quietly
under the panting Soldier.  The pressure inside her vagina
established the fact that he was still hung up in her.  She was
locked to his prick and no amount of squirming would free her.
But with her returning consciousness came a pleasant glow of
excitement; her sexual desire had not abandoned her.
     "Know what, Soldier?" she asked softly.  "I don't give a damn
how long it takes you to get loose!  Feels good!"
     To her dismay, her voice was lost in an incredible roaring
that shook the very ground.  She felt spray and smelled the ocean.
The roar stilled and a silken rushing sound became audible.  She
twisted to look.  Thick, dirty foam boiled toward her on one of
the lower levels.
     "Omigod, Soldier!  The tide!  It's filling the cave!"
     Panic-stricken, she tried to crawl away from the water.
Soldier acted as if he thought she was trying to help him get them
disconnected.  He tugged backward and stopped her in her tracks.
     "No, Goddamn it!  We've got to move!"  She sobbed with fear
and frustration.  The fact that their tugging aroused familiar
excitement only seemed to aggravate the situation.
     But Soldier stubbornly refused to comprehend the need to
retreat higher in the cave.  And Myra's terror gradually calmed.
She began to believe that there must be less immediate hazard than
she had at first assumed.  Furthermore, if the lapping foam should
reach the dog's feet, she was certain he would beat a retreat.
For the time being, she could put the danger out of her mind and
make the most of her position.
     She was aware of the fact that Soldier had satisfied his
sexual appetite for the moment.  His only interest was in freeing
his cock from the grip of her clinging cunt.  But her own appetite
was more durable.  Without deliberate intent to agitate the brute
that had her locked onto his cock, she began to move her hips.
Her cunt stroked the inch or two of cock between his knot and
sheath, and the delicious sensations of fucking welled through
her.
     Soldier whined piteously.  He made no attempt to chastise his
tormentor, but his stance conveyed the fact that he wanted no part
of her renewed desire.  Her experimental movements had aroused an
unquenchable fire in her, however, and suddenly she was committed
to gratification of the rapidly mounting hunger.  Her hips started
pumping in earnest.  Friction in her cunt sent thrills racing into
her thighs and accelerated their action.  Her breathing became
labored; fierce, wheezing pants tore at her throat and her sides
heaved.
     With a disgusted whimper, Soldier indicated his perplexity.
To Myra's amazement, he sighed and lowered his butt.  Sitting on
his haunches, he disrupted her concentration for a time.  She saw
the nervous movements of his forepaws and realized that she was
interfering with their natural placement.  With a whimper of her
own, she interrupted her pumping to thrust her knees wider apart.
Soldier took advantage of her offer and settled his paws on the
sand inside her thighs.  He sat almost normally, his forelegs snug
against her sides and wedged between her widespread thighs, while
she knelt, her butt tucked against his belly and her asscheeks
bumping his rear thighs.  Her elbows hugged his forelegs against
her sides and she leaned on her hands.
     Despite the crowded condition of her position, she found she
could resume her fucking, her thighs providing plenty of spring to
bounce her up and down the inch or so of his cock between the
mouth of his sheath and the bulge of his knot.  But there were
significant new zones of friction that soon made her feel as if
her whole body were a part of the action.  The entire length of
her back rubbed up and down beneath the slope of his belly.  Her
sides scraped continuously on the hard inner tendons of his
forelegs and the outer bulges of her boobs slipped back and forth
against her upper arms.
     Myra had to keep her head down to avoid bumping Soldier's
muzzle.  There was no way to escape the image she made, unless she
closed her eyes.  For a time, she did so; one of the inhibitions
Rocky had sometimes objected to had been against betraying visual
curiosity over the more intimate details of sex.  Feelings had
always seemed sufficient; she had found it difficult to understand
the enormous stimulation men derived from seeing things happen.
But she had discovered, here at Pulsegate, that she did get a
certain very powerful kind of thrill out of what she saw.  And she
now admitted that each of her former inhibitions in sexuality
ought to be challenged.
     She fleetingly thought of the scene as lewd and grotesque,
and her belly knotted at the feeling.  But the knotting was itself
exciting, and she finally understood that excitement from any
source fused with sexual stimuli to develop the full range of
pleasure.
     Although Soldier still showed no inclination to join her in
active fucking, he did seem to be adapting.  Their position
prevented discomfort to him and enabled him to regard her frenzy
with considerable tolerance.  From time to time he licked the back
of her neck; when he did, the warm affection made her shiver with
delight.
     But her exertions and the incessant flood of sensations from
her cunt was producing a crescendo of lust that engulfed her.  She
clenched her teeth and let her breath whistle between them.
     "Omigod, honey!" she cried spontaneously.  "Oh, God!  OH,
GOD!"
     She felt as if a great knot were forming low in her belly--
being drawn tight and hard and generating waves of pure delight.
Impulsively, she clutched at her cunt, then began stroking the
side of her clitoris with her fingers.  She was able to regulate
the pressure and speed for the best possible sensation; delicious
fountains of pleasure welled over her and she thrust herself down
onto the sharp bristles of Soldier's sheath.
     "MMMMM!  MMM ... AHHHHH!  SOLDIER, SOLDIER!  EEEEEEE!"
Orgasmic spasms seized her.  Her thighs hardened and clamped
against the dog's taut forelegs.  Her belly felt as if it were
buzzing and her boobs quivered.  She opened her mouth wide and
deliberately thrust out her tongue, letting it rest on her chin
and panting as if she were a bitch.
     The simple gesture seemed to transform the entire act into a
primitive, earthy rite.  Her climax intensified abruptly.  The
fierce contractions doubled her over until her forehead pressed
against the sand at her knees, but her fingers continued gently
stroking the inflamed tissues around her clitoris.
     "Oh, Jesus!  EEEYAGHHHHH!  YAAAGHHHH!"  She shuddered
violently and continuously.  Her only other movement was the slow
rotary squirming of her hips, grinding her cunt on the base of
Soldier's cock.  Wave after wave of searing pleasure washed over
her.  Each wave was accompanied by a convulsive spasm of her
entire body, focused on savage contractions in her vagina that
rippled inward from her cuntmouth to the end of the barrel.
Between spasms, she was gripped by violent tremors that blocked
her attempts to gulp air into her tortured lungs.
     In the end, the wild chaos of sensation subsided and her
twisted body began to go limp.  Quiet sobs of exhaustion were
punctuated by gasps that shook her, but her muscles seemed to turn
watery and she huddled in helpless, inert satiation.  Soldier
seemed to have resigned himself to being locked to her.
     He bent from time to time to lick her back but showed no
inclination to rise to his feet again.  At length, he heaved a
deep sigh and flopped onto his side.  The change in his position
jerked her with him, and she lay curled in the hollow at his
belly, her butt still pulled tightly against his shaggy underside.
She continued to lie motionless.  She felt as if she were in the
middle of a weird dream and admitted drowsily to herself that she
would be content to remain as she was for hours.
     The water level advanced to the ledge below them but came no
further.  Breakers crashed at the very mouth of the crevice, and
an occasional swell sent a mountain of foam surging inward to
convince the huddled girl that the end had arrived.  But upon
reaching the cavern, the white wall invariably collapsed to hiss
harmlessly over the floor, and she received hardly more than the
spray from shattered bubbles.  The big dog's body heat on her back
and the continued internal heat around his buried cock kept her
feeling cozy.
     At last, she felt the shrinking of his knot and knew it was
slipping through her clinging cuntmouth.  Reluctant as she was to
lose the pleasant sensation of fullness, she recognized Soldier's
remarkable patience and tugged experimentally.  Her rim stretched
deliciously and she pulled herself away from the dog's belly.
Still a respectable size, the knot popped free with an audible
sound similar to that of a cork coming out of a bottle.  She had
to squirm along the sand to peel herself off the rest of his
extended cock.
     The intense feeling of tenderness she had developed toward
Soldier had not only persisted, but had grown deeper during the
time that had elapsed since his orgasm.  She had no idea what had
produced his gentle tolerance; her first coupling with him on the
beach had resulted in her being dragged until only Leanne's
arrival had prevented panic.  She knew he had similarly dragged
Leanne, and she had watched his efforts to rid himself of Bonnie.
She could now only imagine that he had developed genuine affection
for her--it seemed reasonable to believe he was responding to the
spirit she had displayed by initiating this round of sex in the
cave.  Whatever the source of his attitude, it aroused a rapidly
growing warmth in her.
     She saw that his cock was lying on the sand while he tried to
clean it.  He appeared to be distressed and puzzled and quick
sympathy stirred her.  She stretched to reach one of the remnants
of her ruined panties.  The material was still damp, and she laid
it momentarily against her flesh to take the chill off.  Then,
propping herself on one elbow, she slipped that hand under
Soldier's cock and cradled it while gently beginning to remove the
sand.
     Soldier watched closely; he reminded her of a small boy
distrustfully allowing someone to clean a cut.  The doubtful air
soon vanished and Soldier stretched on his side.  Then, to her
distinct concern he shifted his position until he could lay one
forepaw on her hip and tug at it.  Curious, she submitted to his
urging by pushing her legs and hips closer to him.  With a gentle
series of butts, he thrust her top knee into the air and nudged it
when she started to clamp her thighs together.  She sighed and
held her knee up to expose her cunt.  The big dog began to clean
the residue from her labia while she continued removing sand and
caked semen from his cock.
     Myra laughed.  She wondered if she sounded as near hysteria
as she felt.  There was a degree of intimacy in the situation that
seemed to her far greater than that of being mounted by the dog.
Somehow this act of mutual cleansing had a passionless
deliberateness about it that demanded far more commitment than the
lustful hunger for fucking.
     She shivered and tried to ignore the fresh onslaught of
sexual excitement his tongue aroused in her.  By concentrating on
the exacting task of cleaning and drying his cock, she could
almost bring herself to imagine those tinglings were mere
aftermath.
     When the last of the sand grains were gone from the slowly
shrinking cock, she was annoyed at its reddened, uncomfortable
appearance.  Tender as she had been, and stoic as Soldier had
been, the wet panties had furnished a poor substitute for the
dog's tongue.  Horrified at herself, she thrust her head next to
the shaggy belly and began to lick the distressed-looking
cylinder.  Despite her efforts with the panties, she found a faint
residue of flavor that reminded her of the scent of sex.  His
attention to her pussy had generated enough renewed lust in her to
make the taste welcome.  She soon established a rhythm to her
lapping and with her hands to regulate the position and angle of
the slowly softening dick, she polished it quickly.
     Soldier's licking, in the meantime, had produced the symptoms
she had feared.  Her labia had swelled and parted again, and the
skilled tongue was probing at the more shielded portions of her
pussy.  As if nothing had happened to dull the edge of her sexual
appetite, her belly was raging with the turmoil of desire and
pleasure.  The last of her efforts with Soldier's cock involved
tongue-drying the knot at the base, and in the process she was
astounded to see sudden, twitching jerks in the cylinder.  She
licked the same spot and saw the twitching increase.  Turning her
head she placed her lips on either side of the curved shaft and
combined tonguing with sucking.
     The dog's response eliminated her last doubt; his cock was
recovering its vigor under the attentive mouthing.  Her own thighs
now ached with the strain she was applying to them in her
eagerness to open herself to Soldier's licking, and her body
tingled delightfully.  In a rush of daring, she seized upon
another way of severing her ties with past inhibition.  She drew
her mouth the length of the stiffening cock and took the pointed
head between her lips.
     She was unprepared for the great difference between Soldier's
cockhead and those of the three men.  Where each of them had a
bulbous, dome-shaped glans, the dog's was an elongated cone.  She
thrust her mouth over it greedily and began to suck.  Although it
was not thick enough to crowd her mouth, the pointed tip intruded
into the archway of her throat by the time her lips closed behind
the flare at the back.  Even while she sucked, she felt the head
continue to swell.  She experienced a perverse pride that she
could induce that kind of response in a dog.
     She sucked harder and Soldier betrayed clear signs of
increasing agitation.  He scooped harder at her cunt with his
tongue and drew his hind paws close to his belly.  Her sense of
experimental wickedness gave way to savage aggressiveness, and she
worked one hand under his hip and heaved him onto his back.  She
was surprised when he submitted to such treatment, but her raging
excitement drove her while she clambered to a position astride his
chest.  His forelegs were keyed in the angles behind her knees and
her butt extended over his neck.  He brought his muzzle close to
her crotch and resumed his licking.
     She wolfed his cock.  A mental image of a sword-swallower
crossed her mind; she wondered if his cock might be slender enough
to pass into her throat without strangling her.  Pressing her
chest against his so her boobs bracketed him, she tilted her head
back to straighten her throat.  Cautiously, she began gulping and
inching herself toward his balls.  It was a frightening
experience, but his cock reached its full length and stiffness and
she found she could continue to breathe while she swallowed the
hard rod a fraction of an inch at a time.
     The sensations were not the heady, exhilarating ones she had
learned to interpret as sexual stimulation.  The nerves in and
around her mouth and throat were not what she would have called
sexual nerves.  But the feeling of fullness and being penetrated
had distinctly sexual implications.  She could easily transform
them in her mind to sensations of sexuality and her mental
condition was such that she deliberately made that connection.
The wild pulsing in her cunt was produced as much by those mental
acts as by Soldier's frenzied licking.
     Long before she could swallow the whole shaft, Soldier lost
control of himself.  His instincts had to rule in the sex act, and
they were not geared to letting him lie quietly on his back.  He
twisted and rolled, dumping Myra onto the sand and tearing his
cock from her mouth.  Trembling with frustrated determination, she
enticed him to the edge of the low ledge and persuaded him to step
down to the next level.  With great care and coaxing, she got him
to place his forepaws on her level, then she quickly twisted onto
her back and thrust her head and shoulders between his forelegs.
     Her head hung over the edge, tilted sharply backward.  The
tip of his cock hung against her face.  With shaking hands, she
aligned his cock and placed his cockhead again in her mouth.  She
had hardly resumed sucking when Soldier succumbed to the urging.
He clutched her under the armpits with his forepaws and began
pumping his haunches.
     He's fucking me in the mouth! she thought wildly.  Joy surged
in her and she gulped fiercely.  Fucked in the mouth!
     Her swallowing and his thrusts combined to drive the long
prick down the eager passage.  Her breathing became more
difficult, but she found she could still obtain enough air to
satisfy her lungs.  Her mouth and throat gave her a far more
accurate knowledge of the cock's progress than her cunt.  She
could pinpoint the position of Soldier's cockhead every instant.
She felt an enormous thrill when it passed the notch between her
collarbones, although a muted horror arose when she saw how much
length was still exposed.
     She decided she could handle that length and continued to
swallow greedily.  Clasping her hands behind Soldier's rump, she
pulled savagely, and each thrust of his haunches powered his cock
a significant distance further.  Occasional moments of gagging
impulse occurred, which she overcame by concentrating on tonguing
that portion of the shaft that was still in her mouth and on
twisting her hips from side to side and focusing on the wild
tingling in her cunt.
     Moments later, she managed to get the enormous knot into her
mouth and Soldier's pumping changed to his fucking rhythm.  She
realized abruptly that Soldier's sensations could hardly be much
different from those he experienced when mounted normally.  His
cock was totally engulfed and the warmth and the continued
swallowing merely gave him a dimension of stimulus on a higher
level than usual.  But his basic reaction had to be the same; he
fucked vigorously.
     His forepaws jerked at her armpits and raked her ribs.  His
chest rested between her boobs and he lowered his head over her
lower abdomen and lapped at her gaping cunt.  She drew her knees
up to her sides, then raised her feet and extended her legs so she
could clamp the powerful neck between her thighs.  The deeply
planted cock stroked back and forth in her throat to produce a
sensation unlike any she had ever experienced.
     Her excitement mounted furiously and she clutched the thick
hair on the backs of his haunches with a desperate grip.  Time
seemed to enter some weird universe without bounds; she felt as if
he would fuck her forever.  She was briefly conscious of wondering
if the force of his thrusts would rupture her throat, or if her
need for oxygen would grow too great to be satisfied, so that she
would die of strangulation after all.  But neither possibility
moved her to real fear.  Her excitement had passed such a point.
And further excitement was added by her admission to herself that
she was now as helpless as she had been when spread-eagled on the
table.  His forelegs gripped her in such a way that there was no
escape; there was no way she could have gotten her arms into
position to fight her imprisonment.  She doubted that she would
have had the strength anyway.  Nor was there any way of gaining
purchase with her feet.  Nothing she could do could possibly pull
her out from under the brute or enable her to disgorge the
pistoning hard-on.
     The depth of Soldier's increasingly powerful thrusts became
obvious when the bristling spikes of stiff hairs at the mouth of
his sheath began jabbing her lips.  His balls swung, rapping her
forehead at the end of particularly sharp lunges.  Her head was
driven against the face of the ledge when she permitted her neck
to relax, and she avoided that discomfort by stiffening her
muscles and enduring the stabbing sheath fringe.
     Her mental transformation of sensations into sexual
equivalents was so successful that she approached orgasm feeling
no different from the way she had while he had been mounted over
her ass.  His tongue probed her cunt and his thrusts yielded
abruptly to the quivering forward press that signaled his own
climax.  She felt the slowly-pooling heat of his cum in her throat
and squirmed wildly in response to her body's climactic
contractions.
     When the long process of his ejaculation finally ended, she
breathed a silent prayer of thanks that his knot could be
withdrawn from her mouth.  She had already collapsed.  Her legs
were sprawled limply, widely parted.  Her arms dangled beyond her
head and the back of her head rested firmly against the rocky face
of the ledge.  Soldier backed tentatively, seemed to discover the
remarkable fact that his knot had been released, and slowly
extricated his cock from her throat.  She weakly refused to submit
to the reflex urge to vomit, and the feeling passed immediately.
     Great, sobbing gulps renewed the air in her lungs, but she
had no reserve of strength with which to squirm back from the
edge.  She sprawled, head and arms still unsupported, and let her
thoughts swirl in a gray mist of incredible recollections.  Under
earlier circumstances, she reflected, she would have seethed with
murderous intent.  She had accepted an act that probably didn't
even have a name.
     The difference between today and the day before was that she
had deliberately resolved to eliminate old concepts and replace
them with new.  She might never again undertake the fantastic mode
of sexual expression she had just completed, but she could imagine
no kind of act that could rival it for sheer violation of
convention.  She had succeeded in performing what to her would
always seem the ultimate form of defiance.
     What seemed vastly more important was that she had thoroughly
enjoyed every shade of sensation while doing so.  She was
gloriously happy now, and utterly pleased with herself for what
she had done.  Somehow, Pulsegate had come to symbolize the
beginning of a new life.



                            Chapter 12

     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.



                             The End
