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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 m momentary panic, cringing +inwardly and ready to scramble back into hers end 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 m 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 l +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 hind 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 robed 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! 00000!" + +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 l?" + +Had in fantasy, half m 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 ready 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 m 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' 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 ready 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 an 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 l 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, win you?" she asked Leanne. + +"I've got to! How else can I make them understand why---" + +"For God's sake! All you have to ten 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 hangups +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 1." + +"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 l!" + +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 sapped 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. + 9 + + + +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 he 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 or 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 m 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 hard 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 am 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 m 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 m 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. 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Bestiality and a Young Girl by Kathleen Hennessy + + +Chapter 1 + + +Veronica--or, Vicky, as she preferred to be called--watched as +Christopher and his latest conquest rode off together towards the +woods. Vicky felt the tears rushing to her eyes, and there was nothing +she could do to stop them. She ran back into the stable and cried her +eyes out. + +It was just no use. No matter how hard she tried not to love him, the +more she did love him. He was the only man she would ever be able to +love as long as she lived. There was just no one else as far as she was +concerned. She rubbed the tears out of her eyes and looked slowly +around the stable. + +She had been practically born in this stable seventeen years ago. Her +father had worked for the Butler family all his life as their horse +trainer, and so had his father before him. As long as the Butlers had +been keeping and training horses to race, a North had worked for them +as their trainer. + +Three generations of Butlers and Norths had groomed the finest horse +flesh in the whole country, and now that association was going to be +upset by the fact that Veronica had been born a girl and not a boy. Her +father had wanted a boy in the worst way, but after she had Veronica, +her mother could not have any more children. + +The older Veronica got, the more she wanted to be the first female +trainer the Butlers had ever had. She knew as much about horses as any +man, and she could ride as well as any man. Actually, her great +ambition since she was five was to be a jockey, but there were no women +jockeys either. + +And now Christopher Butler had once more shown her that he didn't know +she was alive. This was the fourth girl this week that he had taken +horseback riding with him. Christopher never saw the same female twice, +and at the age of twenty, he showed no signs of ever wanting to settle +down with a wife and family. + +It was summer and Christopher was home from college. Last summer he had +gone off to Europe, and that had been more unbearable than this summer +had been so far. At least she got to see him, even if that's all it +ever amounted to. However, there were those rare occasions when he +would talk to her. + +It was never much of anything. Usually it would be something like, +"Hey, pony girl, saddle my horse for me, I'm going riding. And saddle +one of the tamer ones for my guest." The guest was always a beautiful +female who looked like she had just stepped out of a novel or off the +pages of a magazine. + +They were always beautiful, and whenever she was near enough to one, +Vicky would feel like a boy. Vicky kicked at the dirt and almost +yelled: "Why the hell can't I be a boy? I'd be better off. I wish there +was some operation I could go through to become a boy. I'm no good as a +girl, but I'd make the best male horse trainer and jockey there ever +was." + +Vicky looked out the stable entrance in the direction that Chris and +Bunny--that was what he had called the girl, and she didn't seem to +mind, and in fact had been falling all over him like the stupid blonde +that she was--had just ridden off in. "Why doesn't he ever see me?" she +asked of herself. "Am I that ugly?" + +She saddled her own horse and walked him out of the stable and mounted +him. Whenever she got depressed she would take Old Bess out and give +her a good work-out. Actually the work-out was more for herself than +Old Bess. Vicky was the one who had to get Christopher Butler out of +her system, not Old Bess. + +Vicky mounted Old Bess and off they went. She thought about that one +boy she had met in school this past year who had actually asked her +out. It was the first time any boy had ever asked her out, and Vicky +had been scared to go out with him at first, but it was her mother who +made her go out. + +Her mother was a maid for the Butlers as had been Vicky's grandmother, +and Vicky's great grandmother. Vicky could just see herself ending up +as a maid for the Butlers, and so could her mother. It was her mother +who surprised her by saying, "Find a nice young man and marry him and +get away from this place. You'll rot here like the rest of us if you +don't." + +Vicky had known that her mother was right, but Vicky wanted to "rot +here." She could never move away from the place and all that it meant +to her. It was in her blood just like it had been in the blood of every +male North. The fact that she was a female didn't change that. + +She had gone out with that boy--Herbert was his name, and he was just +as plain as his name implied--but she had not wanted to, even though he +was the first boy who had ever asked her out. She still dreamed of the +day when Chris would ride up to her window on his horse and carry her +away with him. She knew that that just had to happen. + +But Herbert had not been all that shy, even though he was boring and +she hated the sound of his voice after she had been with him only five +minutes. Herbert also turned out to be stronger than her, although he +looked like a summer breeze would knock him over, and when he began to +kiss her later that night, she wasn't able to fight him off her. + +And he hadn't just kissed her either. No, he had done a lot more than +that. He had gone all the way and actually fucked her. Vicky wanted to +turn him in for rape, but her mother wouldn't hear of it. Vicky could +still remember Herbert's naked body on hers and his huge cock inside +her. + +They had been riding in his car, and he was supposedly taking her home. +In the movie he had kissed her roughly and he had even gotten his hand +under her sweater and underneath her bra. Her tits still hurt from the +way he had squeezed them so hard. She had not said anything at the +time, but she had tried to make him see that she didn't want him to +touch her anyplace, let alone touch her tits. + +She had not wanted to make a scene in the movie, but now she sat way +over on her side of the car looking out at the darkness, because that +was all she could see. Herbert hadn't said a word to her since they +left the movie. I guess I hurt his feelings, Vicky said to herself. +Serves him right for the way he man-handled my tits. He's damn lucky I +didn't yell rape right out loud for what he did. He should be begging +me to forgive him for doing that rather than just acting as if I +committed some crime. + +Then, because she was curious, she asked him the one question that had +brought on everything else. "Herbert?" she said, "have you ever fucked +a girl?" + +Herbert answered very quickly as if he had anticipated her asking him +just that question. "Of course I have. I'm not some stupid virgin like +you." + +"What's so stupid about being a virgin?" she asked. + +"Everything," he said. + +The next thing she said had sealed her fate for that evening. "I'll bet +you're lying to me, Herbert. I'll bet you never fucked any girl because +no girl in our school would let you fuck them. You're too funny +looking. I'll bet I'm the first girl you ever took out. And you know +something? I'll bet you I'm the last girl you ever take out." + +Herbert turned red. "You're right about one thing. You are the last +girl I'll ever take out. I plan on marrying you when we graduate at the +end of next year. From now on, you and I are going steady." + +With that he began to pull off onto this lonely dirt road. + +"Where are you going?" she asked, forgetting everything he had just +said about going steady and getting married. All that mattered now was +that he was taking her off the main road and towards the woods. Now +what did he have in mind to do to her? + +It came to her in a flash. She just knew that he was going to try and +fuck her. She could see it in the eyes. She begged him to take her home +right then and there but it was no use. He kept driving down that dirt +road and he was driving a lot faster than he had been when he had been +on the main road. + +He was driving like a madman, and she felt like a trapped animal. She +knew now that he was stronger than her. He had proved that in the +movies when he had mangled her tits like he had, and by the way he had +made her submit to him like she had. His arms were much stronger than +hers. + +Unless she could somehow get out of the car and run away from him, she +was doomed to being raped by this creep. She could see how ugly his +cock must be, and she could feel it deep inside her. She was indeed a +virgin, but she had read books and looked at lots of pictures. + +She knew all about fucking even if she had never done it. But she was +saving herself for Christopher Butler. He would be home on vacation +soon, and she was building up the nerve, that is, trying to build up +the nerve, to go right up to him and say, "Fuck me, Chris Butler. Fuck +the only woman who could ever really love you." + +And now, her virginity, her cherry, was going to be taken away by this +jerk unless she could stop him somehow. She was determined to save +herself and her cherry for Christopher. Someday he would want her, and +she wanted to be perfect for him. She didn't want to have to tell him +that Herbert had fucked her first. Chris would feel cheated. + +Herbert had stopped the car, and she had tried to get out as quick as +she could. He grabbed her though before she could even open the door; +he was so fast that it seemed like he had stopped the car and grabbed +her all at the same time. She could feel his mouth on hers and she +could feel his hand under her skirt and then under her panties. + +She fought as best she could, but there was just no room in the front +seat to do anything. And he was a lot stronger than she, although he +looked like the perfect weakling. He had his finger in her pussy +already and he was working it in and out of her like crazy. In spite of +herself, she could feel her cunt lips getting wet. + +His mouth was still full on hers and she could feel his tongue way down +in her throat. She felt like she was going to gag. His finger just kept +going in and out of her. Right then she made the mistake of relaxing +because she thought that maybe all he wanted to do to her was finger +her. That wouldn't take her cherry away. Only fucking would. Maybe if +she just gave in, he would finger her and get his rocks off and then he +would take her home, and that would be the end of it. + +But he hadn't done what she thought he would. As soon as she relaxed, +he began to take her clothes off, and then he was naked and on top of +her in the back seat. It all happened so fast that she was dizzy from +it. He was on top of her, his cock was deep inside her, and he was +fucking her. + +She cried when it finally struck her that he had popped her cherry, and +that now, Chris would never want her because she was a little whore. +And that's just how she thought of herself as she felt his cock going +into her deeper and deeper and filling her up, and making her juices +flow the way they did. + +She hated him even more, because once he had started fucking her, she +had actually responded to him. She had wrapped her legs around his +waist and she had put out for him the same way that she had been +planning all these years--and it seemed a lot longer than it was--to +put out for Chris. + +This was how she had intended to act that first time with Chris, and +now she was acting this way with Herbert of all people. And she really +was giving him all that she had, grinding her cunt into him just as +hard as she could and kissing him all over his neck and shoulders. + +She had been so turned on by him that she had even come before he did, +and she had opened up wider for him, and moaning away at the top of her +lungs, she had felt his come shoot into her burning, hot pussy, and +that had made her go even wilder, closing her cunt around his hard cock +as tight as she could. + +They hadn't talked after that, and they had just kept on fucking. +Finally, he had taken her home and she had gone to her room and cried +all night. Before she had gotten out of the car, he had given her his +class ring and she had taken it, although she didn't want to. She even +accepted his date for the next night. She reminded him though that +maybe he should wear rubbers after that, but he said that since they +were going to get married anyway, it didn't matter whether she became +pregnant or not. + +The only thing that had saved her from a life of ruin with Herbert had +been his reckless driving. A week later he had smashed up his car and +gotten killed in the accident. She felt bad after awhile because she +had been glad that he had died, and she knew that it was wrong to think +like that about anyone. + +Now she had more and more things to feel bad about. There was the fact +that she hadn't been born a boy in the first place, the fact that Chris +never paid any attention to her, the fact that she had lost her cherry +before he did start paying any attention to her (if ever), and the fact +that she had been glad when Herbert had been killed in that car crash. + +And there are a lot more things too, she thought to herself as Old Bess +made her own way. She was more or less heading in the direction that +Chris and Bunny had gone off in. She wasn't really following them on +purpose, but it just happened to be the way Old Bess wanted to go. + +She did this all the time though, and there was no use pretending to +herself that she wasn't following Chris and his new girl. She always +did, and she also always lost them. She didn't really expect to come +across them today either, and in a way, she was glad. She just knew +that Chris fucked all the girls he took out. + +She didn't want to have to see him fucking someone else. That would +really make her want to die. Just thinking that he did it was bad +enough, but if she actually saw him lying on top of another girl with +his cock in her, fucking away like he didn't care about Vicky at all, +then she would feel the cheapest she had ever felt in her whole life. +And she felt cheap enough because of those times that Herbert had +fucked her, and even eaten her out. And I even blew him, she said to +herself, feeling more tears come to her eyes. + +Old Bess was slower today than usual and she just took all the time in +the world. Vicky thought of Chris and what a night in bed with him +would be like. She could easily imagine his huge cock nuzzling against +her. + +She could feel it even more as she took it in both hands and lowered +her mouth on it and began to suck on it with all her might. She had +never really sucked Herbert the way she would suck Chris. That was the +one thing she had saved for Chris when that right day came along. + +Vicky began to squirm in the saddle as she thought more and more about +what their first night together was going to be like. They would do +everything there was to do. They would eat each other out, and they +would fuck in all the positions and Chris would stay hard the whole +time, and his fucking her would erase anything that Herbert had ever +done to her. It would be as if those horrible things had never +happened. + +Then Vicky thought that she heard noises. It was a woman's voice. It +was a whisper, but she heard it just the same. She heard it loud and +clear. She jumped off Old Bess and tied her to a tree and walked +towards where the sound was coming from. It was a woman's voice and it +sounded as if it was saying something like, "harder, do it harder." + +Vicky froze in her tracks when she knew that that was what she had +heard. It was louder and clearer now. "Harder, baby, fuck me just as +hard as you possibly can." + +She knew right then that it was Chris and that girl and that the two of +them were fucking. She had to look though. She had gone this far and +now she had to go the rest of the way. Maybe if she saw him fucking +another girl, she could hate him, and all this torture would end. + +She moved closer and closer. She was in this thick clump of trees and +bushes. She saw this clearing and then she saw the very thing she knew +she would see. There was that girl flat on her back, her legs wide open +and around Chris' waist. Chris was on top of her and his ass was +bobbing up and down. + +Vicky got down near the ground and she could see the sides of the +girl's cunt as it opened wider and wider. All she could really see of +Chris was his bobbing ass. She wanted to scream but she didn't. She lay +there frozen like a rock. She could tell they were about to reach their +orgasms, and she could tell when they did. + +They both began to shake all over as they had their orgasms. Vicky +wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't. She had to watch now. But +the funny thing was that she knew that this would just make her love +Chris all the more, because now she saw how good he was at fucking. + +She had always known in her mind that he had to be the best at fucking, +but now she was actually seeing for herself that he was. That girl was +going insane, and it was all because of what Chris was doing to her, +and what he had been doing to her, and what he would probably still do +her after they had recovered from this orgasm. + +Even Herbert had been able to have three orgasms in a row without +stopping, and stay hard all that time as well. Surely Chris could do a +lot better than that. She wondered how many orgasms they had before +this, before she heard them, before she had started to watch like she +was. + +Maybe they had just started and she would get to see it all. In spite +of how much it killed her inside to watch, she now had to see it all. +Then she saw Chris get off the girl. + +"Is that all?" the girl asked. + +"Of course not," Chris replied, helping her to her feet. "That was just +the beginning." + +"So why are we standing?" the girl asked, obviously peeved at this +sudden rupture in their fucking. "Let's get back down and keep fucking. +That's what you brought me out here for, wasn't it?" + +"I certainly did. Now wait right here." + +Chris ran off into the woods and the girl just stood there looking like +she didn't know what to do next. It looked to Vicky as if the girl was +going to cry. Then Chris came back into the clearing. Only he was +leading his horse by the reins. The girl looked at the horse and then +as Chris, and then she smiled. + +"I get it," she said, "we're going to fuck sitting on your horse, +aren't we? That should be really good. I can't wait." + +"No," Chris said, "that's not what we're going to do. That isn't what +we're going to do at all. In fact, you and I aren't going to do +anything at all. You and I are never going to do anything again. +However, you and my horse are going to do lots together, and he's just +getting ready for you now. See his hard-on? It's as big as your arm, +isn't it?" + +Vicky couldn't help looking at the horse's huge cock, even though she +had seen their cocks a million times or more. Hadn't she seen the +horses fucking at mating season since she was two? Didn't she always +get a secret thrill out of it? But still she looked to see what the +horse's cock looked like. + +The girl was the one who was scared now. "Just what do you mean by that +kind of talk? You just better explain yourself, and do it now. Do you +mean to say that you expect me to have sex with your horse? That you +expect me to let a horse fuck me? First of all, it would kill me, and +second of all, it's downright perverted. Take me home right this +minute." + +She went to grab her clothes off the ground and Chris just grabbed her +and threw her on the ground, flat on her back. From out of nowhere he +got a whip, and he began to use it on her. The girl rolled over on her +stomach as fast as she could as the whip cracked into her milky, white +thighs. Thighs that were still covered with Chris' and her own come. + +"You'll do just as I tell you," Chris was saying very softly. "First +you are going to blow my horse and you are going to blow him good, and +then you are going to let him fuck you. Don't worry, he won't kill you. +He never killed any of the others, and you're a lot bigger inside than +they were. A lot bigger." + +Vicky watched even more closely now as Chris pulled the girl back up +off the ground and pushed her towards the horse. "Now get under the +horse and blow him," Chris yelled at her, and with that he cracked the +whip on her bare ass again, making her scream out again. "If you don't +you'll get a beating instead. It's your choice, the beating or the +horse. All the other girls picked the horse. I'm sure you can see why." + +The girl was crying, but she got down on her hands and knees and +crawled under the horse. Chris held the horse steady by the reins and +he kept poking the girl in the ass with the butt end of the whip. + +"Stop wasting time," he said. "Suck on that horse's cock, and do it +before I get good and mad and give you a beating anyway." + +The girl grabbed for the horse's cock and just held onto it. Vicky +could see the girl bringing her mouth closer and closer to the horse's +cock, and then she was taking that huge piece of meat right inside her +mouth, and working her mouth all around it. She did it as if she really +wanted to. + +Vicky couldn't take her eyes off of what was happening. She just +couldn't believe what she was seeing right in front of her. It was +unreal. This was all a dream. That girl wasn't sucking off that horse, +and Chris wasn't really forcing her to. Vicky knew that none of this +could be happening. None of it. + +When she opened her eyes there was the girl, and it looked as if she +had more of the horse's cock in her mouth. She really did look like she +liked it now, and it looked like she was getting more and more of the +horse's cock in her mouth. She got as much of it in her mouth as she +could hold, and then she really sucked hard on it. + +Vicky could hear the loud sucking noises the girl was making and she +could also hear the noises Chris was making. Chris was groaning and +grunting away as if it was his cock the girl was sucking. Vicky could +see the agony all over his face as he watched the girl suck harder and +harder on the horse. + +"That's it," Chris yelled at the girl, as he waved the whip about in +the air above his head, "suck on that cock just as hard as you can. +Really get that meat in your mouth and suck on it. Make those juices +flow." + +Vicky had never seen Chris like this, and she was amazed by the way he +was now acting. She was also somewhat surprised by the way the girl was +now sucking on the horse's cock. Chris didn't have to force her +anymore. She was doing it because she wanted to. That was obvious in +her every action. + +Vicky could see the horse's cock pushing out the sides of the girl's +mouth. The look on the girl's face was that of a wild-woman's. The eyes +were opened wide and the facial muscles were contorted in the sweet +agony that only sex can cause. The horse was getting restless and +excited as the girl on the ground mouthed it harder. Vicky could feel +herself getting moist between her legs the more she watched. + +Chris was still yelling at the girl but he was incoherent and the girl +hadn't been paying attention to him for some time. She had forgotten +all about him. The only thing that she cared about was that huge piece +of meaty shaft that was in her mouth, and that she was sucking on just +as hard as she could. + +Vicky shoved her hand down under her blue jeans and down under her +panties and felt her wet cunt. She got her finger right inside and +began to finger herself, feeling her breathing increase and her whole +body shake at the same time. Vicky wanted to tell the girl to stop what +she was doing, but she couldn't. + +She was too turned on by it now, and she couldn't wait to see that +horse finally come in the girl's mouth. The girl could hardly wait +herself, and she moved her mouth back and forth on the huge cock until +finally it began to shoot out its sticky life-giving fluid. + +The come just poured out in gushes, and it ran down the girl's chin, +down her neck, and all over her tits. The girl tried to keep as much in +her mouth as possible, but there was just too much of it. Pretty soon +her whole body was covered with it, and it seemed like the horse was +never going to stop coming. + +Vicky could feel her own orgasm coming upon her, and she began to +finger herself harder and faster. Pretty soon the sweet agony of orgasm +overcame her and she closed her eyes and just let the warm sensation +overcome her. Her cunt filled up with her juices and they poured down +all over her hand. + +Vicky lay on the ground for the longest time, and when she finally woke +up she saw that Chris, the girl, and the horse were gone. Vicky got to +her feet. She was dazed and still a little bewildered. Had she been +dreaming this whole thing? She shook her head and realized that it had +not been a dream at all. It had been the real thing. + + + +Chapter 2 + + +Vicky lay in her bed remembering what she had seen that afternoon. +Chris. That girl on her knees with the horse's cock well in her mouth. +The whole picture of what had happened kept going around and around in +her head, and she could see it as if it was actually happening all over +again, and in her own bedroom. + +Vicky's naked body began to shake, and she could feel those urges +coming over her again. Ever since that first time with Herbert, Vicky +had known what lust was. She actually lusted after every man she saw. +Every night she lay awake like this wanting a man's cock deep inside +her. + +And then that horse's cock appeared in her mind. It had been so huge. +Vicky could still see that girl sucking on it frantically, trying to +get as much of it in her mouth as she possibly could. Vicky wondered if +sucking a horse's cock was the same as sucking a man's cock. + +Vicky had only given Herbert that one blow job, but she could still +remember it. She had loved the salty taste of his cock, and she had +loved the bitter-sweet taste of his come even more. She could feel it +now as it poured into her mouth and dripped down her throat. + +Her breathing increased steadily and she reached down to her damp +crotch. She had already fingered herself once tonight, and now she was +at it again. She got two fingers inside her cunt this time and worked +them in and out just as rapidly as she could until she was shuddering +from her orgasm. + +It didn't calm her body any, and she still felt the urges. She jumped +out of bed, dressed quickly, and made her way out of the house very +quietly. Outside she ran to the stable and quickly saddled Chris' +horse. There was only one cure for the way she felt, and it had come to +her all at once. + +She hated herself for what she was about to do, but there was no other +way. She mounted the horse and headed him off towards the woods. She +felt the cool night breeze against her face, and she felt the saddle +rubbing into her crotch. It felt so hard, and because of that, it felt +really good to her. + +She rode the horse to the edge of this small pond and there she +dismounted. "No," she said, "I can't." And with that she ripped off her +clothes and dove into the pond. The pond was fed by mountain springs +and the water was ice cold. This would get it all out of her system she +thought. + +She swam furiously in all directions, letting the ice cold water chill +her to her very core. She could feel the coldness between her legs, and +she could feel it in her cunt as well. There had to be some way to end +these endless urges of hers. There was no telling what she might do if +she let them continue. She just might end up like that girl this +afternoon. + +Finally, when she thought she was quite exhausted from swimming, she +climbed out of the water and lay on her stomach in the grass. She could +feel the horse standing just a few feet away from her, and when she +looked up in his direction she could see that he had a hard-on. + +What a great big beautiful cock, she thought to herself. There was no +doubt about that. She got to her feet and walked closer to the horse. +He just stood there looking off in another direction. I wonder how he +felt when she was sucking him off, Vicky asked herself. I wonder if he +liked it? + +She began to stroke his flanks, thinking all the while about that huge +cock of his. When she had sucked Herbert off, he had gone into fits +almost. Of course, Vicky had really done a job on him, and that was the +reason. Vicky had given him the best blow job of his life, and as it +turned out, the only one. + +Now there was that huge cock right in front of her and all she had to +do was reach down and grab it. She thought about all the girls that +Chris had brought out to the house this summer. Had he made them all +suck off his horse? Probably he had, and probably they had all liked +doing it. + +Yes, there was no doubt about that. That girl this afternoon had loved +it even though she was at first repulsed by the idea. After she got +that meaty shaft in her mouth though, she had gone wild. Vicky could +feel the same thing happening to her. She was sure that she would love +it also. She fell to her knees and took hold of the huge cock and just +held onto it. + +All she had to do now was put it in her mouth. It was that easy. This +horse had been sucked off so many times already, it was probably quite +use to it. He had certainly gotten hard fast enough. Chris had probably +trained him to get hard at the sight of a naked girl. + +Vicky thought about Chris and about how really perverted he must be. +But then here she was ready to suck off his horse. She was just as +perverted, and maybe even more so. She stroked the huge cock gently, +running both of her hands down the full length of it and over the huge +balls that hung down. + +After having seen so many horses with hard-ons, Vicky couldn't believe +that she was so amazed at the size of this one. They were all this big, +but then she had never really thought about them before, and she had +never held one in her hand like this. Now she was holding it, and she +was stroking it, and pretty soon she would be sucking on it. + +Vicky knew now that she would be going all the way. There was no +stopping her now. If that girl could do it, so could she. Her only +regret was that Chris wouldn't be there to see her. She wanted very +much for him to see her. Maybe then he would like her. Maybe then he +would fuck her. + +She got her mouth closer and closer to the horse's cock and then she +kissed the head of it. The horse moved a little, but not that much. He +was standing perfectly still for the most part. She kissed the head of +his cock again, and she thought he made some kind of sound. + +She began kissing the huge cock, up and down the entire length of it. +It was so rough and so soft at the same time. She pressed her wet lips +into it as hard as she could, and shivers ran throughout her body every +time that she did. She could feel her whole body shaking inside, and +she could feel her cunt getting moist. + +Now she was under the horse, and she was half laying down, and half +sitting up. She pointed the cock at her mouth and then she began to rub +her face against the tip of it. She rubbed it across her forehead, +across her cheeks, under her nose, across her closed lips, under her +chin, and even against her tits. She pressed each nipple into the +crack. + +The cock seemed to be throbbing in her hands, and that was when she +took it in her mouth and began to suck on it. She took in just so much +of it, and closed her mouth around it just as tight as she could. She +worked her tongue against it, stabbing into it just as hard and as fast +as she could. + +She slid her mouth back and forth on the hard skin and she could feel +it burning up. That made her burn up as well, and made her take more +and more of the cock in her mouth until she couldn't get any more of it +in her mouth. It just filled her right up, and she almost thought that +she was going to gag on it. + +Since she only had Herbert's cock to compare this one with, she +couldn't get over how much better it was to suck on this horse's cock. +It did something to her inside that Herbert's cock hadn't done, and +never would have done. This cock made her whole body quiver inside, and +she could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm. + +She could feel that the horse was also on the verge of orgasm, and she +began to work her mouth back and forth on his cock just as fast and +just as hard as she could manage. She would show this horse something. +Show him that she was better than all those other girls who had been +sucking him off. + +She really began to think of the horse as being human. He wasn't an +animal to her any longer. No, he wasn't an animal at all. He was a real +man. He was Chris. Vicky could see Chris in the back of her mind as she +sucked harder and harder on this huge piece of burning cock that was +filling up her mouth. + +Vicky remembered what had happened this afternoon when the horse had +come in that girl's mouth. She couldn't wait for him to come in her +mouth. She could feel it coming. + +Please come now, she thought to herself, pressing her lips into the +horse's heavy meat and beginning to slowly gum the rubbery flesh while +slowly bobbing her head back and forth. + +Please come now, she thought to herself, pressing her lips into the +horse's cock just as hard as she possibly could. It was throbbing away, +and she could feel it getting ready to burst wide open. The horse was +moving somewhat, and she could tell that he was just as excited as she +was. He was getting all worked up just as she had been worked up all +along. + +The cock began to jerk back and forth in her mouth and then the come +just gushed running all over her body. The come washed down her throat, +and she could feel it spilling out of her mouth and running all over +her body. + +Her mouth was on fire, and so was the rest of her body. The come +continued to gush out of the jerking cock, and she had a hard time +keeping it in her mouth. Somehow she did manage to keep the horse's +cock in her mouth, and all the time that his come was shooting out of +him, she continued to suck just as hard as she could on his cock. + +She felt his come running down her neck and over her tits, and she +could feel it running down on her thighs even. There seemed to be no +end to it, and she was glad of that. She wanted it to keep coming like +it was. She never wanted it to stop. If only Chris were here, she +thought to herself. + +That would have made everything more perfect than it was. As it was, +she knew that this had to be the most exciting moment of her life. +Watching that other girl this afternoon was nothing compared to +actually doing it for herself. Now she knew why that girl had acted the +way she did. + +There was only one way to act after having done something like this. +The horse's cock was still hard and still in her mouth. The come was +just dribbling out now, and eventually it stopped all together. She lay +back on the ground and looked up at the under side of the horse. + +He had been standing still all this time, and he was still standing +still. He acted as if nothing had happened to him, as if he was totally +indifferent to it all. It didn't matter what he felt though, because +she knew what she felt. She knew how good it had made her feel inside. + +She felt the sticky come all over her body, and she began to wipe it up +with her fingers, and then she would lick on her fingers. Her mouth was +overflowing still and she swallowed hard. She could feel the last of +his come going down her throat and settling in her stomach. + +The horse's cock had gotten soft now. She lifted her foot and pressed +it into his balls. His balls were soft and hard at the same time. She +pressed in gently, and then moved her foot away. The she pressed her +foot against him again, and again, and finally she could see him +getting hard again. + +His cock seemed to go through all kinds of contractions as it rose up +into an erection. She watched it closely, not wanting to miss any of +it. This was too good to miss. Soon it was completely hard and she +thought about how good it would feel inside her pulsating pussy. + +Her cunt was really throbbing now, and the juices were running out of +her as she just lay there thinking about what it would be like to have +that huge cock inside her. She could just imagine what would happen to +her once it was inside her. Her juices would really flow then. They +might never stop flowing. + +She raised her hips so that she was now pressing her stomach against +the huge cock. She positioned herself so that it hung between her legs +and then she pressed her cuntlips right into it. She then grabbed for +the stirrups, and pulled herself up so that she was pressed right +against the under side of the horse. She could feel the head of his +cock right at the entrance to her cunt. + +For a second she was afraid that it would hurt her too much, and then +she realized that she didn't care whether it hurt or not. She pressed +into him and that was when she felt the huge cock begin to ease into +her. The horse seemed to be moving also, and he seemed to be pressing +his cock right into her the way any man would have. + +It was hard for her to hold herself up the way she was, but somehow she +managed. She felt more and more of the horse's cock going into her. She +began to rotate her hips in a circular motion, and she began to hump +back and forth on the huge cock. It was sliding in and out of her now, +and every time it went back in, she could feel herself shaking more and +more. + +It was filling her right to the brim and she was trying to get as much +inside her as she could. She wanted it all, but she didn't think that +she was big enough inside. It'll kill me, she thought to herself. It'll +split me wide open. But somehow it didn't matter to her. + +If she was going to die, she might as well die getting fucked by a +horse. That seemed to be the best way out at the moment. She felt more +and more of his cock going into her, and began to really close her cunt +muscles around him. She could feel him stretching her inside, and she +could feel his cock starting to throb already. + +Having him come in her mouth was one thing, but now to have him come +inside her cunt, that would really be something. She could feel it +already and she began to grind into him just as hard as she could. + +She could feel her own orgasm starting and she could feel her cunt +filling up with her own come. She had never had an orgasm like this, +and it shook her so much that she almost lost her grip on the stirrups. +She went wild then and just humped back and forth until she could feel +the throbbing cock shooting off into her and filling her with its hot +cream. + +She yelled out at the top of her lungs and she kept grinding her pussy +into him. The horse was grinding into her at the same time, and he +wasn't acting as indifferent as he had. He seemed to be as turned on as +she was, and that just made her feel that much better inside. + +The last of his come drained into her, and with a final gasp, she let +go of the stirrups and fell to the ground. She felt like a limp rag +doll. She lay there breathing hard, gasping for a last breath of air. +She just knew that she would die after she had gotten that last breath. + +Her eyes were shut tight, but she could still see that huge cock in +front of her. And she could still feel it deep inside her. It had gone +so far into her that she thought it was going to reach right up to her +throat. She had really thought that it was going to split her in two. + +She reached down and began to rub her sore pussy. And it was really +sore. For awhile she didn't think that the pain would ever go away. +And, right then, she wasn't sure that she wanted the pain to go away. +And in fact, she was almost certain that she didn't want the pain to go +away. + +She rolled out from under the horse and tried to get to her feet. She +felt as if she should wash off before she went home. She knew that it +had to be late, and she had to get home before her parents woke up and +discovered she was gone. There was no telling what they might think. + +Also, she had to get Chris' horse back to the stable before anyone +realized that she had taken it. No one was supposed to ride Chris' +horse. Especially not her. She was just part of the hired help. As long +as she remained on the Butler place, that's all she would ever be. + +But there were other things to think about now. Like the warm feeling +that still overwhelmed her. It was as if that huge cock was still +shooting off inside her. It felt that way to her anyway. She could feel +the spasms going throughout her whole body, and she could feel her body +getting warmer and warmer. + +Again she tried to get to her feet, but again she couldn't move. She +was drained of every bit of strength that she had ever had. It was all +gone now, and she would just have to lie here until some of it came +back to her. Until then she just wouldn't be able to budge. + +She felt this whirling sensation in her head, and she could feel +herself blacking out. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. She had +to give into it, and that was it. Her head got lighter and lighter and +pretty soon she was drifting off into a very deep sleep. It would be +the deepest sleep she had ever know. Visions of that huge cock danced +all around her. + +* * * + +"What have we here?" the tall man said, looking down at Vicky's +perfectly still naked form. + +It was almost dawn. Chris' horse had wandered off and was nowhere +around. Vicky was still asleep and spread-eagle. The man stood above +her admiring what he saw. + +"No," he said, rubbing his chin, and feeling his sudden erection, "he +never has brought you around. You're a new one on me." + +Just by looking at her, and sniffing at the air, the man could tell +that Vicky had been having sex with some type of animal, although he +couldn't be sure just what type of animal it might have been. + +"Yeah, I think I'll take you with me," he said, bending over her body. +"You might be nice to have around at that." + +First he tied her hands together, and then her feet. Not once did Vicky +stir. The man lifted her up over his shoulders and carried her deeper +into the woods. Eventually they came to a small cabin, and the man +carried her inside and placed her on the small bed in the far corner. + +The only other furniture in the cabin was a small wooden table. There +were two chairs beside it, and both of them looked as if they were +going to fall apart. The loud barking of a dog could be heard, and that +made Vicky stir. Thinking she was just dreaming, she drifted back to +sleep. + +"Yes," the man said, standing by the edge of the bed looking down at +her, "I think I'm going to like having you around. You're going to add +something to this place. The others he took away, but not you." + +The man stood there watching Vicky sleep the whole time. Finally she +woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, and her awareness of where she was and +what was happening came even slower. When she discovered that her hands +and feet were tied, she felt the blood draining right out of her. And +when she saw the man standing beside the bed, she turned a ghostly +white. + +"Where am I?" she demanded. "Who are you? What's the meaning of this?" + +The man smiled. "I found you in the woods and I brought you here. You +could have gotten killed out there by some wild animal. Not all animals +are tame you know." + +"Why did you tie me up like this?" + +"I had my reasons," he replied, beginning to pace the cabin. + +"Let me go right this minute," she yelled. + +"You better lower your voice," the man said, a sudden tone of cruelty +in his voice. + +"You just better let me go right now," Vicky said, trying to get up off +the bed. + +The man ran back to the bed, pushed her back down, and slapped her hard +across the face. + +"You ain't going no place, cunt," the man said. "You are mine, and you +are going to stay here and make me happy." + +With that he slapped her across the face again and again, until he had +almost knocked her out. Vicky could feel the blood dripping down her +chin and from her cut lip. She could feel the pain that swept over the +whole side of her face. + +Then she felt the man's hand between her legs. He was grabbing at her +roughly, and she could feel his nails digging into her soft, still-wet +cuntlips. He was hurting her, and it was obvious that that was his +intention. He wanted to hurt her, and he meant to hurt her a lot more +than he already was. + +He pushed her back so that she was lying down again and he began to get +almost his whole hand inside her pussy. He moved it in and out, +stroking her insides just as hard as he could. Then she thought she +felt this hard object inside her. It was as hard as a man's cock, but +it wasn't that. Instead it was the handle of a long, ugly whip. + +The man was sticking the handle right into her and working it in and +out of her just as fast as he could. When she was at the point of +orgasm, he pulled it out and just stood there looking down at her with +this evil grin on his face. + +"I could smell what you'd been doing out there," he said. "I know you +were fucking something. Was it a dog? A horse maybe? I know it was some +animal. You still got its come all over your body. It's dripping all +over you still. Okay, you like animals, I'll get you an animal you'll +really like." + +The man disappeared out of the cabin, but not for long. Pretty soon he +was back inside, and with him was this huge, black dog. The dog looked +as big as he was. Vicky could feel her body trembling all over. + +"Ole Boxer here," the man said. "He's fucked some pretty good cunt in +his day. Yeah, he's knocked off more ass than most men, let me tell you +that right now. Yeah, I like Ole Boxer. He knows just how to stroke a +woman's cunt, and you're going to find that out quick enough." + +Vicky watched as the man released the dog. The dog walked slowly +towards the bed, sniffing at the air, and catching a familiar scent. + +"You see," the man said, "he knows. He can smell you." + +The dog was right at the edge of the bed now and his head was just +inches away from her thigh. Then the dog just got his front legs up on +the bed and he stuck his head down in Vicky's cunt, his cold, wet nose +pressing right into her cuntlips. Now the dog was really sniffing her. + +"Yeah," the man was saying, "he sure does like the smell of female +cunt. Especially when he can smell something in it, like the come of +another animal. Yeah, that's what really turns him on, and let me tell +you, he's turned on plenty now. Oh yeah, his pecker is as hard as any +right now, and he can't wait to use it." + +Vicky could feel the dog's nose pressing right into the folds of her +cunt, and then she could feel his wet, cold, rough tongue as he began +to lick her cuntlips. He began to lick her all over thighs, and he was +rubbing his tongue back and forth on her clit. In spite of herself, +Vicky could feel a warm sensation going through her as the dog +continued to lick her out like he was. + +The dog knew just what to do and he was doing it. She could feel the +tongue going inside her and that just made her tremble all the more. + +Vicky could feel her whole body relaxing as she pressed her cunt +against the dog's open mouth. He was right on the bed with her and +standing between her legs, his head hanging down between her thighs. + +"I knew you'd like it," the man was yelling at the top of his lungs. +"Yes, I knew you would." + +He was holding onto his crotch as if he was in pain. Vicky wasn't +paying any attention to him though. All that she cared about right then +was this dog. + +"Untie me," she yelled. + +The man did just that. He untied her legs, and then her hands. With her +hands free, Vicky began to pull at the dog's huge cock. It wasn't as +big as the horse's cock, but it was big enough. Pretty soon she was +pulling the dog right down on top of her and easing his cock right +inside her throbbing pussy. + +The dog seemed a little uncertain. Maybe he wasn't used to being on top +like this, she thought to herself. Vicky was still lying on her back, +and she had the dog right on top of her now. She got his cock all the +way inside her and then she just began to rotate her hips in a circular +motion and get her legs right up in the air. + +Vicky went wild when she felt the dog's cock sliding in and out of her +like it now was. It would fill her up to the brim, slip almost all the +way out, and then fill her up again. She closed her cunt muscles all +around it, and she could feel it stroking her real hard inside. + +"Keep at it," the man yelled. + +Vicky meant to do just that. She could feel the dog's cock throbbing +away and she wondered if any other girl had responded to him the way +she was responding. She had her legs wrapped around his back and she +was grinding into him with all her might. She could feel him grinding +down into her, his cock going in just as deep as it could. + +She could also feel that he was about to come. She could feel her own +orgasm and then they came right together. The come just shot out of the +both of them. His come came gushing into her the same way that horse's +come had come gushing into her. She could feel it filling her right up +inside. + +Her own come seemed to wash down all over the dog's cock, and it acted +as a lubricant more than anything else. Vicky could feel that familiar +warm sensation going through her whole body. It just consumed her and +made her want more and more of this dog's hard cock. + +The more she got, the more she wanted. Vicky knew now that no man could +ever satisfy her the way these two animals had. First that horse, and +now this dog. She felt like an animal herself almost. She felt wild and +untamed. That just turned her on even more than she was. + +The man was jumping around the cabin, pulling on his cock, and yelling +at the top of his lungs. + +"That's it," he was yelling, "really let him have it. Get that cock way +up inside you, and really hump on it. Come on, keep going, you ain't +done yet." + +Vicky could feel that the dog's cock was beginning to wilt, and she +didn't want that to happen. She pressed into him all the harder, and +she thought she could feel him getting hard again. And that was just +what was happening. The dog's cock was getting hard again, and that +made Vicky press into him even harder. + +The dog was getting used to this new position, and he was fucking her +the way any man would have done. She could feel his tongue all over her +face and neck, and she was pressing her mouth against his hairy neck. +She could feel his balls slapping against her thighs as he shoved his +cock deeper and deeper inside her. + +He seemed to be harder this time than he had been before, and his cock +even seemed bigger this time as well. Vicky could feel it going all +through her and filling up her whole body and not just her cunt. She +could feel it splitting her in half almost. Just like that horse had +almost done. + +She thought about how she had fucked that horse, and how she was now +fucking this dog. I'm an animal, she wanted to yell out at the top of +her lungs. Instead, she just kept pressing her cunt around the dog's +hard cock, and making herself grind into him as hard as he was grinding +into her. + +All the while he was in her, she could feel his cock throbbing away, as +she was sure he could feel her cunt throbbing away. That's it, she was +almost saying out loud, you're getting me good. Keep it up like that. +Keep it up for as long as you can. For awhile she thought the dog could +read her mind, because he did everything she wanted him to. + +She liked that. + +Obedience is a good quality in a dog. + + + +Chapter 3 + + +The dog's cock was still deep inside her, and it was throbbing even +more than it had been. She could feel it getting ready to explode, and +then that was just what it did. It did explode, and she exploded right +with it. Her come poured out of her just as his come poured out of him. + +Her whole body was trembling and she could feel the waves going right +through her and making her dizzy. The room was spinning around her head +and the roof looked like it was falling right down on top of her. She +felt the dog's cock easing out of her. He was no longer lying on top of +her. + +He was standing up between her legs like he had been at the beginning. +He was leaning his head down into her soft, wet cuntlips, and with his +tongue he was lapping his and her come that was all over the outside of +her cunt, and all down her thighs and legs. His tongue made her feel +that much warmer inside. + +The man had been jumping all around the cabin all this time, and he had +even used a hard wooden stick on himself, and he was bleeding all over +because of it. He was now standing in the middle of the cabin and the +blood was gushing out of his open cuts, and his cock was spitting out +its sex juices. + +Neither Vicky nor the man heard the sound of a horse riding up outside. +Christopher Butler came bursting into the cabin and when he saw what +was happening his first reaction was to laugh. Then he grabbed the man +and threw him up against the wall. It was only then that the man became +aware of Chris' presence. + +"Where did you find that girl?" Chris yelled. + +"In the woods," the man stammered. "She was just lying there without +any clothes on. I could tell she had been fucking some animal, and just +now she fucked my dog and she liked it." + +"You know who she is?" Chris asked. + +"She's just a girl," the man said, becoming very scared now. "Just like +all the others you've brought here." + +"She's hardly like the others," Chris yelled. "She's the daughter of my +father's horse trainer. I can't have you messing around with her. With +the others it doesn't matter, but not with this one." + +Chris looked at the man with a look of contempt in his eyes, and then +he came over to the bed. First he chased the dog away and then he +lifted Vicky to her feet. + +"I didn't realize you went in for this sort of thing," he said. "I'll +bet you've followed me, haven't you? You've seen what I made those +other girls do? Well, you probably didn't see half of what I made them +do. Otherwise you would have left here a long time ago." + +He handed her some clothes and told her to put them on. + +"I'm taking you home before my father and your father have the whole +police force out here looking for you," he said harshly. "We can't have +them finding you like this, can we? Then they might want to know +everything, and then we'd all be in jail. I don't think any of us would +like that." + +Vicky dressed as quickly as she could. She felt very close to Chris all +of a sudden. In the first place, he was seeing her naked for the first +time, and he was seeing her after she had just had sex with an animal. +I'm sure he knows about the other night as well, she though. He knows I +fucked his horse. + +Chris took her by the arm and led her outside. He helped her up on his +horse, and then he got up right behind her. They began to ride back in +the direction of the farm. Vicky could feel Chris' hard cock pressing +into her ass, and that made her feel all warm inside. Maybe now he'll +fuck me, she thought. + +"You just better not say a word about this to anyone, you hear?" Chris +said. "After all, it wouldn't look too good for you either. I know you +took my horse out last night and I have a pretty good idea what you did +with him." + +"What should I tell my father happened?" Vicky asked. + +"Tell him you went riding and that you fell off the horse and hit your +head," Chris said. "It can happen to the best rider. I'll just say I +found you lying on the ground, and that you were still out cold." + +"Will they believe that?" she asked. + +"Of course they will." + +Neither one of them said another word the whole way back. At the farm, +Vicky's father was the first one to see them as they rode up to the +stable. He was so glad to see his daughter safe and alive that he +didn't bother to ask any questions. For the next couple of days, all +the excitement died down, and life on the Butler farm returned to +normal. + +And as far as Vicky was concerned, that was the worst thing that could +have happened. Chris ignored her just like he always did, and everyday +he took another girl out riding. Vicky forced herself not to follow +them, and the looks Chris gave her told her that she better not follow +them. + +Vicky also managed to stay away from Chris' horse, and she didn't go +near him, except to saddle him those times that Chris told her to. +Other than that, she just did the work she was supposed to, and spent +the rest of her time in her room fingering herself to climax. + +That was the only kind of sex she allowed herself, and it was beginning +to get on her nerves. She needed a lot more than just that. She needed +a cock inside her; a big cock that could come a lot. A cock like that +horse had or even that dog. Vicky began to think about running away. + +She would go someplace where they raised horses and she would get a job +taking care of them. Then at night she would sneak down into the +stables and do what she had to do. She didn't dare do that now because +she was so afraid that Chris would catch her. She was sure that he +hated her, although she couldn't figure out why he would. After what he +saw me doing, he should love me all the more for it, she said to +herself over and over. + +But the fact of the matter was that he didn't. He seemed to think even +less of her, and now he hardly said a word to her. Before, he hadn't +said that much to her, and now he said even less. Vicky just couldn't +take it any longer. She had to get away from him before she went crazy. + +And to make matters worse, Vicky now had these strange cravings for +animals. Especially horses. Every night she would dream about getting +fucked by a horse. Before it had been Chris that she would dream about, +but now it was his horse, or anyone else's horse for that matter. + +One day she finally made up her mind to leave the Butler farm, and that +night she packed a suitcase, and leaving a note for her parents, she +crept out of the house and made her way to the main highway on foot. +There were no cars this time of night and she began to walk. + +She walked some distance before she went off the road and into the +woods. She lay down and fell asleep as soon as her head had touched the +ground. She slept soundly for about six hours and then the traffic woke +her up. She got to her feet immediately and got back on the road and +stuck out her thumb. + +Car after car passed her by and then a car with a horse trailer behind +it pulled up in front of her and she ran up to its opened door. There +were two men inside of it, an old man and a younger man who had the +look of a jockey all over his face. This is for me, Vicky said, as she +climbed in the back seat. The car shot off as soon as she was in it. + +"I'm Jack," the old man said, "and this is my son, Phil. We're headed +for the track up here. Where you going?" + +"That's where I'm going too," Vicky said. + +"You know anything about horses?" Jack asked. + +"I was born on a horse," Vicky said. + +"Maybe you'd like to work some for us then," Jack said. "We can't pay +much, but we can feed you and buy you some clothes if you need any." + +"I don't need too much," Vicky said. + +Vicky noticed how Phil was looking her all over. Vicky had on a blouse +and slacks and it was then that she noticed that her blouse was almost +opened all the way. The top three buttons were unfastened. When she +went to button them, Phil pushed her hand away and did it for her. + +"You're awfully good looking," he said. + +"Thank you," she said, leaning back in the seat, and sticking her tits +out as far as she could. + +"Yeah," he said, "I'll bet you're a mean one in bed. I'll bet you wrap +those lips around a man's cock, and I'll bet you don't let up for a +second." + +Vicky just smiled, opening her mouth slightly and letting her tongue +slip out suggestively. + +"You don't talk to her like that," Jack said, looking in the rear view +mirror, and getting all hot and bothered himself. + +"That's quite okay," Vicky said, "I don't mind. After all, the three of +us will be living together from now on. We might as well get to know +each other as well as we can." + +"Yeah," Phil said, climbing in the back seat, "I think we should do +just that." + +And with that he kissed Vicky full on the mouth. He was sitting beside +her and he was grabbing at her tits. Vicky could feel his hands going +under her blouse and then she could feel them right on her tits. He was +squeezing them as hard as he could, and his tongue was probing deep in +her mouth. + +Pretty soon he had her blouse and bra off and he had her stretched out +on the back seat. He was still sitting up, but he was bent over her +tits, and he was sucking hard on one of them. He was making the nipple +real hard, and then he got as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. + +One thing about Vicky. She had big tits. It was impossible for Phil to +get her whole tit in his mouth, but he was trying just the same. He was +trying just as hard as he could, and he was getting quite a bit of her +tit in his mouth, and what he had in his mouth, he was sucking on as +hard as he could. + +Vicky was running her fingers through his hair and then she began to +pull on his hair. That made him suck on her all the harder, as she knew +it would. She could feel his teeth sinking into her tit, and that made +her quiver all over. She could feel her cunt getting moist because of +it. + +"That's it," she was saying to him. "Suck me real hard. Suck me just as +hard as you can. Bite me too. I love it when you bite me. I really do. +Bite me harder. As hard as you can." + +Phil did everything she wanted him to, and more. He was going after her +cunt now, and he was pulling her blue jeans and panties down so he +could get after her. Once he had them down to her knees he got his head +right down between her legs, and he began to suck on her cuntlips. + +He began to rub his tongue back and forth on her clit, and then he got +his tongue right inside her. Vicky pressed her pussy against his open +mouth as hard as she could. She could feel his tongue going way inside +her and that made her go all soft inside. She could feel her sex juices +flowing already. + +He was getting right after her too and she could feel his teeth sinking +into her cuntlips. That hurt at first, but after awhile it felt good, +and she told him to bite her even harder, and he did. He bit her just +as hard as he could, and soon he was drawing blood, along with her +come. + +He was lapping up both her blood and her come, and he seemed to like +both. He just couldn't get enough of her. It was then that Jack said +that they had better stop since they were approaching the track. Hours +had passed since Vicky had gotten in the car, but it seemed like such a +short time had passed by. + +Jack had parked the car and they--he and Phil--were putting the horses +up in the stable they had been assigned. They had two horses, one male +and one female. A few other people had arrived with their horses, and +they were also stabling them. Vicky watched all the horses very +closely. She was trying to pick out the ones that she might prefer. + +Right then the only thing that she could think of was getting a horse's +cock inside her cunt or at least in her mouth. Phil had really eaten +her out good, and she could still feel her cunt twitching from what he +had done to her, but she had a feeling that that was all he could do. + +She had asked him many times to fuck her, but he had kept on eating her +out instead. Every time she had tried to reach under his pants for his +cock he had pushed her hand away. I'll bet he can't even get it up, she +thought as she watched him and his father put the horses up. Well, I'll +find out for sure tonight. If he can't fuck me, I'll find something +that can. + +Phil kept looking aver at her with this sheepish grin on his face. +Vicky smiled back at him. Well, you got your tongue in me, she thought. +Let's see what else you can get in me. She made her way to the stable +and began to look around. They would be sleeping here the whole time +they were here, and she wanted to find the best place possible. + +Each section of the stable was walled off from the others, and there +were living accommodations in the back of them. They weren't much, but +they would do. The horses stayed in front, and in the back there was a +small room with two beds in it. The beds were singles, but they looked +like they could hold two people. + +Well, she thought, one of them is going to have to hold two people. +Either Phil is going to be sleeping with me, or he's going to have to +bunk in with his father. Vicky couldn't imagine herself sleeping with +the father. + +There was a small stove and a refrigerator in the room as well. Later +on, Vicky cooked a small supper, and the three of them sat around +eating it. Vicky and Phil sat on one bed, and Jack sat over on the +other. I guess this is how we're going to be sleeping too, Vicky +thought. + +As far as Vicky was concerned, it didn't matter to her whether she +slept with Phil. What mattered was that she get a chance at his horse. +She had gotten a good look at that horse and she could see that he had +a huge cock. It was soft at the time, but Vicky could picture in her +mind what it would look like once it was hard, and she couldn't wait to +see it hard. + +They finished their supper and then Jack decided to talk about his sex +life with his wife. His wife had just died the year before, and as Phil +told her later, that was all his father ever wanted to talk about +anymore. + +"Yeah," he said, "my wife was some hunk of ass. She could throw the +meanest fuck in the world. She'd wrap those legs of hers around me and +then she would grind that pussy of hers against me, and we would fuck +like it was the last time. Yeah, we put everything in each and every +fuck." + +The old man went on and on like that, until finally he had fallen +asleep with his clothes on. He was lying on top of the blankets, and +Phil and Vicky undressed him and got him under the blankets. He didn't +wake up once while they were doing it, and he had this evil grin on his +face the whole time. + +"He's dreaming about it," Phil said. + +Phil and Vicky stood on opposite sides of the old man's bed just +looking at each other. + +"What he didn't tell you," Phil said, "was how my mother liked to go +after the horses as well. She couldn't stay away from them. More than +once I saw her sucking off one of our horses and I even saw her fuck +one of them. In fact, she got this job in Mexico in a nightclub where +she fucks a horse. + +"You see, she really isn't dead, and in fact, she's very much alive. +She does this act in this club. What they do is they tie pieces of +string around the horse's cock, an inch or so apart. The louder the +audience claps, the more of the horse's cock my mother lets in her. + +"I guess she does pretty well at it, and once I even went and saw her +do it. My father knows, but he won't admit it. He still believes she +died, and it's better for him if he thinks that. Otherwise he might +lose his mind completely. He couldn't stand to know the truth." + +Vicky lit a cigarette and walked over to the small window. She felt +restless all of a sudden. "I can see that you're just like my mother," +Phil said, coming up behind her. "Yeah, I can smell it on you. You're +just dying to go out there and fuck one of those horses, or at least +suck one of them off. I know your kind. You're all alike, and you all +smell the same. I knew that when I just saw you standing by the road. I +could tell it from the way you were standing, from the way you had your +legs spread." + +"Is that why you can't get it up?" she said, turning on him savagely. + +She was breathing fast and so was he. They looked at each other like +two animals about to do battle. Phil reached behind her and got his +hands in her hair and pulled her towards him. He kissed her hard on the +mouth and then pushed her away. + +"That's all you're good for," she said, almost spitting the words in +his face. + +He fell to his knees, and as he did so, he pulled her blue jeans and +panties down. She could feel his tongue between her legs and he was +rimming her pussy and then he was getting his tongue right inside her. +She liked it at first, but then she knew she needed a lot more. + +She pushed him away, took off all her clothes, and went into the part +of the stable where the horses were. Her pussy reeked of its juices, +and she knew that her scent went just ahead of her. Let him smell me +first, she said, looking at the male horse. Let him know what he's +about to get. + +The horse was standing perfectly still. His cock was still soft. Vicky +went up to him and began to stroke his flanks. + +"Do you smell me yet, big boy?" she said. "Would you like to lick me +out?" + +The horse still didn't move. Vicky moved around in front of the horse, +and pulled his head down so that it was right against her hairy mound. + +"Smell that," she said in a whisper. + +The horse was moving his head from side to side, and he was rubbing his +nose against her hairy mound. All of a sudden she had an idea. She +jumped on his neck, getting her legs right around him. His huge head +was pressed in right between her legs this way, and his nose was +pressed right into her pussy. + +She could feel him rubbing his nose around inside her and then she felt +his tongue. Now he was licking her pussy as well as sniffing it. She +was having a hard time holding herself up on the horse's neck like +this, but then she felt someone holding her up from behind. It was Phil +and he was holding her up so that she wouldn't have to hold herself up. + +Now she was free to do what she wanted. She pressed her pussy hard +against the horse's mouth, and she felt his tongue going right inside +her. She could feel how big it was, and what it was doing inside her. +She could feel her juices flowing already, and she could feel her whole +body trembling like it was. + +She wrapped her legs around the horse's neck just as hard as she could, +and she pressed her pussy into his open mouth just as hard as she +could. He was making his tongue do all sorts of things inside her, and +that was making her come even more than she had been. Her cunt was +filling up with her sex juices now. + +She closed her cunt muscles all around his tongue, and just held him +tight inside her. His tongue was hard as a man's cock, and maybe even +harder. She couldn't wait to get his cock inside her. That must be +really something, she thought to herself. Yes, that must be really +something. + +It's so good, she thought. It's so very good. I could have him do this +forever. She pressed into the horse's mouth even harder and she felt +her thighs opening even wider. The horse's tongue was going in and out +of her just as fast as it could, and she was coming just as much as she +could. + +Her orgasm just overtook her and it made her shake all the more. She +felt Phil getting weaker, and she could tell he wouldn't be able to +hold her up much longer. She began to shake even more as the come +rushed out of her like it was never going to stop. The horse kept +licking it all up. + +Finally, Phil dropped her, but she managed to hang on by herself. She +finally slid down to the floor and lay there on her back. Phil was over +in a corner of the stable crying like a baby. She couldn't think about +him now. There were lots more important things for her to think about. + +She felt the horse bending over her, his head hovering just above her +hairy mound. Pretty soon he was pressing his nose into her hairy mound +and then he was licking the soft, wet hairs. Her hair was saturated +with her come as were her thighs. He began licking her all over in an +eager fashion. + +Vicky just lay there letting the horse lick her wherever he wanted to. +And he seemed to want to lick her in the right places. He licked her +stomach and up the rippled flesh of her long slender torso. + +Slowly the heat of passion rose to her tits, and then back down to her +hairy mound. His tongue seemed to be all over her, and she could feel +it going right through her. + +"That's it," she was whispering. "That feels so good." + +The horse's tongue was right down between her legs now, and he was +licking up the come that was just outside her cunt. He was licking her +cuntlips and her clit, and he was licking them real hard. The +sensations went right through her and she didn't ever want him to stop. +No, this was much too good for him to stop now. + +She felt the horse licking her thighs, and all the way down her legs, +and then back up her legs to her still-wet pussy. There he stayed and +she felt his tongue ripping her up and down and all over. Part of his +tongue seemed to go inside her but most of it was pressing against the +outside of her cunt. + +That was okay with her. Anything this horse did was okay with her. She +could still hear Phil crying off in the distance, and that turned her +on even more. Let the baby cry, she thought bitterly. He's not even a +man. He can't fuck, so what good is he? He's no good at all. + +"What's the matter, Philly-boy?" she called out. "Can't you get it up, +Philly? Is that your problem?" + +"Shut up, you slut," he yelled back at her. + +"Your horse can get it up, Philly," she said. "He can sure get it up +even if you can't." + +"I said for you to shut up. I don't care what you do, just don't talk +about it." + +"But I have to talk about it, Philly," she said, getting up on her +knees. "I have to tell you what I'm doing. I'm getting over here so I +can suck on this big piece of meat. I've never seen a cock this big, +Philly. Have you?" + +Vicky was now on her knees under the horse and she was holding the +horse's cock in her hands. + +"I've got a good hold on it, Philly," she then said. "I've got a real +good hold on it. You should see what I'm doing. Yeah, you really should +see it. I'm holding on real tight and I'm getting ready to get it right +in my mouth. First I want to look at it real good though. I want to see +just what it is I'm going to be sucking on. The more I look at it +though, the more I can hardly wait to suck on it. It looks so good, and +it looks so big, and it's throbbing in my hand. I'll bet he comes a +lot. I'll bet he sure does." + +And with that she began to suck on the horse's cock. First she kissed +the head of his cock, and then she kissed him up and down the length of +his cock, and she even kissed his two huge balls that hung down like +two large bags. She kissed them just as hard as she had kissed his +cock. + +Now she was kissing the head of his cock again, and then she was +getting it in her mouth. It was so big, and she could only get so much +of it in her mouth. She began to slide her mouth back and forth on it, +and she could tell that the horse liked that. He liked it as much as +she did. + +She really began to suck on him then and she could feel his cock +jerking back and forth in her mouth already. She could feel that he was +already on the verge of orgasm. She let up on him for a second, but +only for a second. She was back sucking on him just as hard as she +could. She could feel his cock expanding and then she felt the force of +his orgasm. + +It almost knocked her off balance, but she managed to stay up on her +knees, and she managed to get his cock well in her mouth. She didn't +want to lose that. Not now she didn't. Not with his come streaming out +in her mouth like it was. She could feel it shooting out into her, and +that just made her suck on him all the harder. + +His cock was jerking back and forth in her mouth and it was exploding +like it was going to split right in half. Her mouth was filling up with +his come, and it was spilling out over her lips and running down her +chin. She could feel it on her neck and running down to her tits. + +His come was sticky and it was bitter, and she just couldn't get enough +of it. She wanted it all over her body, and she managed to get it all +over her body. She could feel it dripping down on her thighs, and +running down between her legs. She rubbed it right into her pussy with +her hand. + +Phil was on the verge of hysteria, but she couldn't bother with him +now. She had even lost all interest in torturing him any more than she +already had. He didn't even exist as far as she was concerned. He was a +nonentity, and that was all he would ever be to her. Let him cry like a +baby since that was all he was good for anyway. He wasn't good for +anything else, that was for sure. + +The horse's cock was still shooting off its rocks, and she was still +getting as much of it in her mouth as she could. She was drinking it +right down. She could feel it burning the inside of her mouth, and the +inside of her throat. She could feel it settling in her stomach and +burning it as well. + +The come was just dribbling out now, but she drank down every last drop +of it. Soon there was no more though. Vicky felt breathless and she +felt as if she had had her share for the night. She didn't need anymore +right now. She had had it all, and then some. Her cunt was still sore +from the way he had sucked her off before, and she could tell that it +would stay sore for some time. + +She got to her feet and walked over to where Phil was cringing in the +corner. She got him up on his feet and let him to the bed. She +undressed him and made him lie in bed, and then she lay in the bed +beside him. She pressed her body up against his and began to whisper in +his car. + +"Just think of your horse's cock as if it was your very own," she began +to say. "I sucked you off. That's what I did, I sucked you off, and I +sucked you off real good. I gave you the best blow job of your life. + +"If you think of it that way, it won't hurt so much. In fact, it won't +hurt at all. You'll feel real good about it. You'll feel like a real +man for a change. Come on now, think about it that way. Think about +your horse's cock as if it was your own. Wouldn't you just love having +a cock that big? No man in the whole world has a cock that big. But you +do. You have the biggest cock of all of them." + +She buried his face between her tits, and he was soon asleep. She saw +the horse's cock in the back of her mind, and soon she was asleep also. + + + +Chapter 4 + + +Vicky was the first one to wake up the next morning. She got out of bed +quietly so as not to wake Phil or his father. It was just a little +after dawn, but Vicky knew that she couldn't sleep any longer. She had +never been able to sleep late in the morning, and she never would be +able to. + +She went out back to where the bathrooms and showers were and she went +in and washed herself. The water was ice cold, but that was just the +way that she liked it. She couldn't wait to start working the horses +out, and she couldn't wait for the races to begin. They'll never think +to look for me here, she thought, and probably they won't even look for +me to begin with. + +I'll bet mother's happy, Vicky thought. She always did want me to get +away from that place. + +"Hello, there," the booming voice said. + +Vicky looked up and saw the large man enter the shower. He was over six +feet tall, and he had a cock on him that looked like it was hanging +right down to his knees. Vicky couldn't take her eyes off it, and she +could see that he knew that, and was taking advantage of the fact. + +"Don't have separate showers here for men and women," he said. "Guess +we'll just have to make do with what we got. Who you with anyway?" + +"I'm with Phil and Jack," she said. + +"You married to Phil or something?" the man asked. + +"We're thinking about it," she replied. + +"You'll make him a nice wife, I'm sure," he said. + +"How can you tell?" she asked, very coyly. + +"That's obvious from the way you're built," he said. "You got a nice +body on you that I wouldn't mind getting in my bed some night. No, I +wouldn't mind that at all." + +"You married?" she asked. + +"No, I've never been married," he replied. + +"What's your name anyway? I'm Vicky." + +"My name is Tom, and I work for Mr. James Nickles," Tom relied. "He's +got himself the best horse at the track this year." + +"Is Mr. Nickles rich?" she asked. + +"Rich ain't the word for him," Tom laughed. "He's got more money than +most other people put together." + +"You his trainer?" she asked. + +"I'm one of them. He's got six of them, one for each horse. Yeah, Mr. +Nickles don't mess around." + +"Is he here?" + +Tom looked at her and smiled. "He'll be here in a few days. In case +you're interested, he ain't married, and he's looking for a nice +looking wife to pretty up that big house of his. Yeah, he sure does +want a pretty woman awfully bad." + +"Well, I hope he finds one," Vicky said, turning off the water and +getting ready to go. + +Tom was still washing and he just looked at her. She stood there +looking back at him. + +"I'm not married yet," she said to him, hoping he would get what she +was driving at. + +He apparently did. "I go for long walks at night. It sure does get +lonely walking alone. Maybe you'll join me some night." + +"How about tonight?" she said. + +"Nine o'clock?" he said. + +"Where should I meet you?" she asked. + +"Right here," he smiled. "Just for old times' sake." + +Vicky laughed out loud and so did Tom. Then Vicky ran back to their +small room--hers and Phil's and Jack's. Jack was awake now, but Phil +was still dead to the world. Jack looked at her naked body and then +hurried out to take a shower himself. Vicky had a hard time not +laughing. + +She looked over at Phil's sleeping form and then she went over to the +bed and shook him. Phil woke up, and when he saw her he tried to hide +his head under the covers again. + +Yanking the covers off the bed, Vicky, said, "Time to get up, stud. +You've got a lot of work to do." + +With that Vicky left him lying there, dressed, and went and saddled one +of the horses. For the rest of the day Vicky gave the horse a thorough +workout, racing him around the track. By early evening both horse and +rider were exhausted. + +Vicky took another shower that evening and at nine o'clock she met Tom +just like she had said she would. Tom's huge frame was leaning against +a tree, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He looked like a cowboy +in a movie or on a poster. He had on a blue shirt and a pair of blue +jeans. + +Vicky walked up to him very slowly. "I didn't notice you out on the +track all day." + +"I had some things I had to do," he said, taking her hand as they +walked off towards the woods. "Like what? Your boss show up?" + +"Not yet, but he called and said he'll be around in a few days. I told +him all about you." + +"What did you tell him?" + +Tom smiled. "I told him what a nice piece of ass you were, and how I +was going to get to you first." + +"What did he say to that?" she asked. + +"He reminded me how I got to his other two wives first." + +"Other two wives?" + +"Yeah. He's been married twice before." + +"What happened?" Vicky asked. + +"They both ran off with younger men," Tom replied. + +"Just how old is your boss?" Vicky then asked. + +"About forty, I guess." + +"That's not so old," Vicky said, thinking about it for a minute or two. + +"It's not terribly old. And he can still get it up." + +"That's all that counts," Vicky said, yanking her hand away from Tom's +and running into the woods as fast as she could. + +Tom was right behind her, running as fast as he could to try to catch +up with her. Vicky was a fast runner, and she had taken him by +surprise, and had therefore gotten a head start on him. Tom was still a +good distance behind her, but he had her in sight the whole time. + +Vicky ran around trees and backtracked and did all kinds of things to +try and confuse him, but he came at her from out of nowhere and +wrestled her to the ground. Vicky felt his arms around her waist and +then she felt the ground coming up to meet her. She lay on her back and +he lay right on top of her. + +They were both breathing hard, and they were both on the verge of +laughing. Tom sat on her stomach and had her arms pinned to the ground. +Vicky made a mock effort to try and get away, but she put no effort +into it. She was just as happy to stay right where she was. + +She could feel his erection pressing through his pants and she could +hardly wait for him to get it inside her. She could just imagine how it +must feel. I'll bet it's as big as a horse's cock, she thought to +herself. Or at least, I'll bet it's almost as big. She remembered how +big it had been this morning when it was just soft and hanging down his +leg. I'll bet it's twice that big when it's hard, she said, hoping to +herself that it would be. + +She felt his hands going up under her blouse and then she felt him +taking off her blouse and bra. He was lying flat on top of her now and +she could feel him sucking hard on one of her tits. She had big tits, +but he had a big mouth, and he seemed to get almost her whole tit in +his mouth. + +She could feel her nipple getting rigid and she could feel him pressing +his groin hard into hers. She began to rotate her hips under his in a +circular motion, and she began to raise them off the ground as high as +she could. It was hard to do that, with all his weight pressing down +into her. + +She loved all this weight on top of her though. The heavier he felt, +the better she liked it. Now she really had a man on top of her, and +that was what she had always wanted. The only so-called men she had had +sex with were Herbert and Phil. And she had hated Herbert, and Phil +wasn't even a man as far as she was concerned. + +How could he be if he couldn't get it up? + +Tom's hands were all over her and she could feel him pushing her blue +jeans and panties off her. She had her hands down the back of his blue +jeans and under his jockey shorts. She was rubbing his ass and then she +was rimming his asshole with her finger, and then she was getting her +finger right inside his asshole. + +That really turned him on, and that was when she began to work her +finger in and out of his asshole just as fast as she could. She really +got her finger into him as deep as she could and she really began to +stroke him hard inside. She could feel him lifting his ass into the air +so she could get her finger in deeper. + +"Do that to me," she moaned. + +"I'll do a lot more than that," he grunted. + +She could feel him taking off her blue jeans and panties and then she +undressed him. Now they were both naked. They were both on their knees +and facing one another. He threw his arms around her and she threw her +arms around him. They pressed in close to one another, and their lips +met in a burning kiss. + +She could feel his hard cock pressing in against her hairy mound and +she reached down and got it right between her legs. It felt so good +rubbing against her clit. She could feel him leaning back so that he +was sitting back on his backside, and then she felt him lifting her +slightly in the air. + +She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him lowering her right over +his cock. She could feel the hard shaft easing right into her an inch +at a time. She trembled each time she felt more of his cock go in. This +is the first man, she thought to herself. The first real man. + +His cock was in her all the way. She tightened her legs around him and +she began to hump up and down on his cock. She would raise her hips so +that his cock would slide almost all the way out of her, and then she +would lower herself so that he would go back in her, all the way to the +hilt. + +He just filled her up the way those horses had filled her up and that +drove her wild inside. This was the only man who would ever be able to +satisfy her the way an animal could. She just knew that. There could be +no other man in her life. Not Christopher Butler either. Compared to +Tom, he was nothing. And besides he was nothing but a pervert anyway. + +She felt Tom's cock filling her up time after time. She could feel it +going all through her. It filled up her whole body and not just her +cunt. He was really making her quiver inside and she could already feel +her sex juices flowing inside. They were dripping down his cock and +right onto his balls. She could tell her juices were making his cock +burn up inside. + +She could feel his cock the way it was burning so much, and she was +sure that he could feel her burning pussy. She was kissing his neck and +then she was biting right into his shoulder. She could feel him kissing +her neck and shoulders, and then he was sucking on her tit again. + +That really made her quiver inside. He made both her nipples rigid, and +he kept them rigid. She could feel both her tits swelling up, whenever +he was sucking on either one of them. He went back and forth from one +to the other, and he made both of them burn inside like they never had +before. + +She could feel her whole body getting ready to explode, and she could +feel that his body was getting ready to explode also. She could feel +how much his cock was trembling inside her, and she could feel how it +was beginning to jerk back and forth. I can hardly wait, she thought. + +And she didn't have to wait much longer. His seed came spilling out of +him and it filled her right to the brim. Her own come came pouring out +of her seconds after his come had shot up inside her. He kept shooting +into her, and every time she felt more of his come inside her, she just +shook all the more. + +"It feels so good," she moaned from way down in her throat. "It feels +so very good. I don't ever want it to stop. I don't ever want you to +take that beautiful cock out of me. I want your cock in me always. +Always." + +She thought she was going to black out, but she didn't. He let her fall +back so that her back was on the ground now. His cock was still deep +inside her, and he was still hard. He was still in between her legs and +he was still sliding his cock in and out of her. On every inward stroke +she shuddered. + +There was no telling now how long he could stay hard. She hoped that it +could be all night. At this rate, she thought that it just might be all +night at that. He pulled out of her just then, but only long enough so +he could turn her over on her stomach and then he lay down on top of +her, and got his cock right back inside her. It felt so much better +this way. + +She felt him raising up on his knees and she raised up with him until +she was up on all fours. Just like a couple of dogs, she thought to +herself. And thinking that, she remembered that dog in that cabin and +that horrible looking man. The dog had been ugly too, but his cock had +felt so good inside her. She thought about that now, as Tom began +humping in and out of her. + +That dog had fucked her until she was too sore to stand, and now Tom +was doing the exact same thing. He was making her just as sore as that +dog had, and almost as sore as Chris' horse had. He was an animal in +his own way, even if he wasn't really an animal in the full sense of +the word. + +She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her and she closed her +cunt muscles in all around him. That's it, she said to herself. Fuck me +just as hard as you possibly can. The harder the better cause that's +how I like it. I don't like it soft and gentle. No, I don't like that +at all. + +If there was one thing Tom wasn't, it was soft and gentle. He was far +from it. And he showed that over and over by the way he kept ramming +his cock in and out of her. His hands were grabbing at her thighs, and +then she felt his finger rimming her asshole, and then probing fight +inside. He shoved that in and out just as hard as he could also. + +He was going to cause her all the pain that he possibly could. He was +going to make her as sore as any animal had ever made her. If he only +knew how much I like animals too, she thought to herself, I wonder what +he would think then? Would he want to watch me, the way some men would? +Would he help me like Phil did? + +She stopped thinking though when she felt his cock shooting out more of +his come into her. It was jerking back and forth inside her, and a +feeling of warmth went all through her. It just filled up every part of +her and it made her burn up inside like she never had before. + +She was really on fire now, and there was nothing that could ever put +it out. His come was still shooting into her, and her come was washing +down all over his cock. She was quivering and shaking all over, and she +could feel that he was quivering and shaking all over also. + +"Don't ever stop," she moaned. + +"I don't intend to," he grunted back at her. + +And it didn't look as if he ever would stop either. His cock was still +hard and still inside her. She felt him still moving in and out of her, +and then he pulled out completely. She felt so empty when he did that, +but then she felt his cock pressing into the crack of her ass. + +He was rubbing it up and down in her crack and then he was pressing it +against the outside of her asshole. He was putting more and more +pressure on it, and then she could feel his cock sliding right into her +asshole. He was pushing it into her an inch at a time, and the pain she +felt right then was almost unbearable. + +The pain filled up every part of her body and she did everything that +she could to keep from screaming. She loved the pain in spite of the +way it made her feel, and she knew that sooner or later the pain would +go away. Soon she would be stretched out enough so that it wouldn't +hurt. + +He was doing his best to stretch her full out already, and she could +feel more and more of his cock going inside her, and then she felt that +he was in her all the way. His whole cock was right inside her and his +balls were resting against her ass. When he began to slide his cock in +and out of her, she could feel his balls slapping against her. + +"Harder," she said, "do it harder. Make me really hurt inside. Make me +hurt like I never have before. That's it. Do it that way harder and +harder." + +It seemed like he was humping into her ass for the longest time and +then she felt him shooting off inside her. The force of his orgasm was +almost too much for her. She fell flat on her stomach and he fell right +with her. He was flat on her back and his cock was still deep inside +her asshole. + +This time he didn't stay hard, and she could feel his cock getting +soft. She felt him getting off her. He was kneeling beside her now and +she turned over on her back so she could see him. She looked up into +his face, and for the first time she saw how rough looking he was. + +She reached over and grabbed hold of his wilted cock. It was all +covered with a thick coat of slime, but it felt so good in her hand. + +"That's all my come and your come," she said, stroking him back and +forth. + +"That's just what it is," he said. + +"You know," she said, "there's only been one other man before you." + +"Phil?" he asked. + +"No, a guy I went to high school with," she replied. "But he got killed +in a car crash. I'm glad he did because I didn't even like him." + +"What about Phil? Hasn't he fucked you?" + +"He can't," she replied. "He can't get it up. He's hung up on the fact +that his mother used to fuck animals. I guess it had a bad effect on +him." + +"Well, for a girl who only fucked one other guy, you sure were pretty +big inside," Tom said. "He must have had a pretty big cock." + +"It wasn't him who stretched me out like that," she said. + +"Then who did?" he asked, already knowing the answer. + +"A horse and a dog," she replied. "They both had a lot to do with it." + +Tom just looked at her, and then he got to his feet. + +"How old are you anyway?" he asked. + +"How old do you think I am?" she asked, squirming about on the grass. + +"Probably not as old as you act," he replied, reaching down for the +cigarettes in his pocket. + +"I'm seventeen," she replied, getting to her feet. "Let me have one of +those." + +He gave her a cigarette and lit it. + +"Thanks," she said. + +Tom lit his own cigarette and then he said, "I knew a girl who used to +fuck horses. Yeah, she fucked a whole bunch of them. One day she bet +this man she could fuck as many as he brought up to her. I think she +got to the fourth one and then she just died. He made a fortune on all +the bets he had made against her." + +"I wouldn't do anything like that," she said suddenly afraid that she +might just do that. + +"You say that now," Tom said, blowing out smoke rings, "but do you +think you'll still say that in a couple of years?" + +"Of course," she insisted. + +"I should have known you were like that," he said. "Any girl who hangs +around a race track has to be. Tell me, was I as good as that horse and +dog?" + +"You were even better," she said, pressing into him. + +He pushed her away. + +"I wish I could believe that," he said. "I really do." + +And then he bent over and got his clothes and began to dress. + +"It sure has been nice walking with you," he said. "I had planned on us +doing this all season." + +"And now you don't want to? Is that it?" + +"Well," he said, "you might have other things you'll want to do from +now on." + +"Not if I can have you," she said, trying to mean it. + +"You say that now, but one of these days you'll think how much better +it could be with an animal and then you'll go after one, and that'll be +the end of me. No, my cock isn't that big, and it can't stay hard that +long." + +"It's good enough for me," she insisted. + +"For now it is, but not always." + +She grabbed onto his arm. "It'll always be good enough for me. Please +believe that." + +"I want to," he said, "but you see, I just can't. I've seen too many +girls like you. They all end up the same. You'll end up like that also, +and I just don't want to be around to see it." + +"Maybe you can change me," she cried. "Maybe you can see that that +doesn't happen to me." + +"I tried with that other girl, and I failed," he said. "I failed her +and now she's dead. I'd fail you the same way. And like I said, I don't +want to be around to see the same thing happen to you. I just couldn't +take it a second time." + +"It wouldn't happen to me," she said, grabbing onto him and kissing him +all over his face and neck. "It wouldn't. You wouldn't fail me. + +He pushed her away, and she stumbled and fell to the ground. + +"Don't make this any harder than it already is," he almost yelled at +her. "Can't you see what you're doing to me? Why did you have to tell +me anyway? Why couldn't you have lied? Why?" + +She thought he was going to cry, but he didn't. He was too manly for +that. He would never cry in front of her anyway, although he might go +off and cry by himself sometime. That would be his way, and he would +never be like Phil, who would and did cry in front of everybody. She +watched him as he walked away. She lay on the ground for the longest +time and finally she got to her feet. She picked up her clothes and +slowly made her way back to the stable. She hadn't even bothered to get +dressed again. She was still naked. Maybe someone would see her this +way and rape her. At this point she really didn't care what happened to +her. + +Phil and Jack were both asleep when she made her way into the room. She +wondered what time it was, but she didn't bother to look and see. She +walked right into the stable where the horses were and she made her way +to the male stud. He was lying down and asleep. She began to stroke him +and that woke him. + +"I guess you're all I have left," she said, feeling herself about to +cry. "Yes, I guess I am doomed just like Tom said I was. I don't care +though. I don't care at all." + +The horse was standing on his feet now. + +"I guess he smells me," she said, seeing his erection. "Yes, he smells +me all right." + +She fell to her knees and brought her face right up close to his cock. +She rubbed it against her cheek and then she rubbed it all over her +face. + +"You'll never know how good that feels to me," she said out loud. "No, +you'll just never know. In fact, I don't even think that I know even." + +She was holding onto it and she was rubbing it across her forehead. + +"Oh, you're so very big and so very hard," she said. "No man could ever +be this big and this hard. Not even Tom. He was pretty big and he was +real hard, but even he wasn't this hard and this big. You are the +hardest and the biggest that I've ever seen. And just think? There are +probably animals, and even some horses, who are bigger and harder than +you even." + +She continued to rub his cock back and forth against her forehead, and +then she rubbed it against her cheeks again, and then right under her +nose and across her closed lips, and then on her chin, and then under +her chin. + +"This is the only kind of cock for me from now on," she said in a +whisper. + +And with that she began to suck on the head of his cock. It seemed even +harder than it had the time before. It tasted so bitter too. More +bitter than it had before. But that was okay with her. The more bitter +he tasted, the better she liked it. In fact, it turned her on even more +than she was all ready. + +She could feel the cock bulging out the side of her cheeks and she +tried to get even more of it into her mouth. She wished she could get +his whole cock in her mouth, but even she knew that that was +impossible. Would she end up like that other girl? Maybe, but right now +it didn't matter to her. That just might be the best way to die anyway. + +After all, she had to die someday, anyway. Why not die fucking a horse? +What other ways were there that would feel so good? Who knows, she +might die right at the point of orgasm. That way she might not even +know she was even dying. She would feel the come shooting into her, and +that would be all she felt. + +Tom was just jealous, that's all. All men would be like that, and she +was glad that she found that out now. None of them could stand the fact +that they weren't super studs that they passed themselves off to be. +They were nothing compared to this great big beautiful animal. + +She sucked harder and harder on the horse's cock, sliding her mouth +back and forth on him. She could feel him throbbing already and his +hooves beat a nervous tattoo on the ground as she brought him along the +way she wanted him to come. Oh come now, she said to herself, I'm ready +for you, beautiful stud. + +And she was ready at that. She was ready for anything at that point. +She kept sucking just as hard as she possibly could and she could feel +the horse's cock expanding in her mouth, and then she could feel the +come just shooting out of him and filling her right up and spilling +over her lips. + +Like always, there was just too much come for her to hold in her mouth, +and too much for her to swallow. She swallowed as much as she could, +but it came out too fast for her to swallow it all. And there was just +too much of it. She did the best that she could, and she got as much of +it as she could. + +The rest of it ran down her chin and down her neck and was running all +over her body. She drank down his come and felt it burning her throat. +She could feel it as it ran all the way down to her stomach. The taste +of it drove her out of her mind. It was so bitter and so sweet at the +same time. + +She felt her mouth getting hotter and hotter inside and that just made +her suck on him all the harder. That just made her whole body burn up +all the more inside. She could feel the twitching in her cunt, and she +knew what was causing that. She thought about Chris' horse and how his +cock had felt inside her, and she could just imagine how this horse's +cock would feel inside her. + +Thinking about Chris' horse though, she began to think about Chris. I +wonder if he even knows that I'm gone? I wonder if he even cares? She +knew that he couldn't possible care, and that he was probably glad to +get rid of her. After all, she knew too much about him, and that was +something she could have held against him. + +This way, he didn't have to worry about her telling anyone. Not that +she would have told anyone, and not that she could have told anyone +without implicating herself. She tried to blot all of that out of her +mind though as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing. + +Sucking on this cock was the only thing that was really important to +her, and she knew that. It was stiff hard, and it was still in her +mouth, and that was where she always wanted to keep it. Except for +those times of course when it was in her cunt. That was the only other +place she wanted this cock to be. Of course, there was her asshole as +well. Tom had shown her how good that could feel, and if for nothing +else, she could be grateful to him for that. + +She could feel the horse building up again and that made her suck on +him all the harder. That's it, big boy, she said to herself. That's the +way to do it. And with that she slid her mouth back and forth on him, +closing her lips around him just as tightly as she could. + +She pressed her lips into the burning skin of his cock and felt his wad +building up to the point where it was now spilling out into her mouth +for the second time. She grabbed hold of his huge balls and held onto +them with all her might. They were just as hard as his cock. + +It felt so good, and she didn't ever want to stop what she was doing. I +won't ever stop, she felt like yelling at the top of her lungs. I won't +ever stop, and there's nothing in this world that could ever make me +stop. + + + +Chapter 5 + + +The force of the horse's second orgasm knocked her over and she lay on +her back beneath him. She looked up at his stomach and wondered what it +must be like to be a female horse. That way he could mount me without +any trouble. This way, if he did that, he would kill me before he could +even get it inside me. + +She would have to find a way for her to be able to fuck this horse, or +any other horse for that matter, without getting herself killed in the +process. The way she had fucked Chris' horse had been too hard on her. +Her arms had gotten so sore holding onto those stirrups, and she had +wasted a lot of energy that way. + +She got to her feet and looked at the horse. Don't worry, she said to +herself. I'll find a way. With that she went into the room where Phil +and Jack were still asleep. She looked at their sleeping forms and +suddenly got disgusted. She grabbed a blanket and went back into the +stable and curled up in a corner. + +This was where she belonged, and from now on this was where she would +sleep. She would sleep with the horses just like she had sex with them. +She had always known that horses were her whole life. Now she knew that +more than ever. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep. + +The next morning it was Phil who found her in the stable and woke her +up. Without saying a word to him she went and took her morning shower. +She ignored all the remarks that the men in the shower made to her, and +she didn't even once look at any of their naked bodies. She didn't have +to. + +When she was dressed she took the horse out for a morning workout. He +was a good runner and she knew that he would win many races. If nothing +else, Phil was a good jockey. More than anything Vicky wanted to be +able to ride in a race, but that was impossible. No woman had ever been +a jockey, and no woman ever would be. + +She thought about this as she brought the horse back to the stable. +Phil was still out on the track working the other horse out. She could +just barely make him out. Jack was inside the room having a cup of +coffee and smoking one of those horrible cigars of his. + +He looked up at her and smiled. "How you feeling today?" he asked. + +"I feel okay," she said, fixing herself a cup of coffee. + +"Where's Phil?" + +"He's still working Linda out on the track," she replied, sitting +across the table from him. + +"She's a good horse," he said. "Won a few races in her time." + +"Maybe she'll win some more." + +"No," he said, "she's too old. It's up to Lucky's Pride to win all the +races now. He's the young one. I'll get a lot of money for stud +services for him someday." + +"That you will," Vicky said. + +Jack was playing with his coffee cup. It was obvious that he was +nervous about something. + +"Are you thinking of marrying Phil?" he asked. + +"Yes, I am," she replied. + +"You know of course that he can never ... that you'll never have any +children? You know that, don't you?" + +He looked like he was on the verge of tears. + + Vicky decided to be cruel. "I know he can't get it up. I know he can't +fuck me and that he can only go down on me. That's okay." + +"You're just like she was," he said. + +"You mean, I'm just like she is. Your wife is still alive Jack and you +know that. She's alive and well in Mexico and she's fucking all the +animals that she can. What's the matter? Couldn't you ever get it up +with her? Is Phil really your son?" + +"He most certainly is my son," Jack yelled. "You miserable little +whore. You're no damn good. None of you are any good." + +"Now, Jack," she said, getting on her knees in front of his chair, "is +that any way to talk?" + +"You're all no damn good," he said again and again. + +She undid his zipper and pulled out his soft cock from behind his +jockey shorts. She stroked it up and down and then she kissed it +lightly on the head. It didn't look as if it would ever get hard, but +she kissed it anyway. She took it in her mouth even and began to suck +on it. + +"Don't do that," he begged. "Please don't do that." + +The more he begged her not to do it, the more she did it. She kept it +up until she felt him getting hard, and that took some time, but he +finally did get hard, and then she sucked on him all the more. She +could feel him grabbing at her hair, and she went after him like a wild +woman now. + +It wasn't that long before he was shooting off in her mouth. It had +been years since anyone had done this to him, and he had been saving up +for this moment. The come just came shooting out of his cock in gushes, +and then he just went limp again. His whole body shook until it +couldn't shake anymore. + +She drained the very life right out of him and then she carefully put +his wilted cock back in his pants. She got to her feet and just looked +down at him with this evil grin on her face. + +"It's been a long time, hasn't it, old man?" she sneered. "Don't you +just wish I had let you fuck me instead?" + +She laughed at the top of her lungs and then she made her way outside +again. It was hot out still and there was no breeze. She saw Phil ride +up. + +"You better go and check on your father," she said. "I don't think he's +feeling too well." + +She watched Phil run into the stable and that made her laugh all the +more. Then she spied this huge black car driving into the area. It was +obviously one of the more expensive makes and the man who owned it had +to be rich. James Nickles, she thought to herself. That's who it must +be. She watched the car as it drove right past her. + +As she found out later in the day, Tom had taken off from the tracks. +Before he had left though, he had called the man he worked for to tell +him he was leaving. James Nickles, who never usually left his mansion, +had driven all the way out to the track by himself to try and talk Tom +out of leaving. But by the time he had arrived, Tom had already left. + +The anger was written all over his face, and he was desperately trying +to find someone who could take over for Tom. There wasn't anyone +available. Everyone else at the track was working for someone else. +That was when Vicky made her move. And when she saw what his horse +looked like, she made her move even faster. + +"I'll be your trainer," she said to Mr. Nickles, going right up to him, +when she saw that he was all alone. + +He had just looked at her and laughed. "Why, you're just a kid. You're +still wet behind the ears." + +"I may be just a kid," she said, "but I know more about horses than any +man alive. I'm sure Tom told you all about me." + +"So you're the girl," he said, looking her over with more interest now. +"From the way Tom talked about you the other day I expected an older +woman. Not that much older, but certainly not a teenager. I suppose you +and Tom must have fucked before he left, didn't you?" + +"All last night," she replied. + +"Did he tell you he was leaving?" + +"Yes he did," she lied. + +"Did he say why?" James asked. + +"No, he didn't mention that," she replied. + +"With you here, I'm surprised he didn't stay," James said, really +looking her over now. "I would have, and you can bet your last dollar +that I am going to stay now that I'm here. Yes sir, I'm not leaving for +anything." + +"Do I get that job?" she asked. + +"Wouldn't you rather be my wife instead?" he asked. "I can give you +anything you ever wanted. If you like horses that much, I'll buy you +all the horses you could ever want. The best horses that money can +buy." + +"Let me think about that for a while," she said. + +"Okay, you do that. In the meantime, let me see what kind of a trainer +you'll make. I'm really curious if you know as much about horses as you +say." + +"I know more than anybody," she said a sly smile coming over her face, +"and someday I just might show you just how much I do know." + +James looked at her and a knowing smile came over his face. He didn't +say anything though, and he just walked away. He turned though and +said, "I'll be back later tonight." + +"I'll be here," she said. + +Vicky got the few things that she had and moved into the room behind +the stable where Mr. Nickles' horse was. Phil and Jack didn't say a +word to her when she went and got her things, and they didn't say a +word to her when she left. In her new room, Vicky fixed everything just +the way she liked it, and then she went out and checked on the horse. + +The animal was damp with sweat and still breathing somewhat heavily. + +The jockey had just brought him in from his afternoon workout. Vicky +told him she would take care of the horse, and the jockey just went off +without saying a word. Vicky just stood there, her mouth wide open. +What a horse, she thought. What a beautiful horse. + +In her whole life she had never seen an animal like this. He was +perfect in every way. She stroked his head, his long neck, and all +across his back to his flanks. She would have to devise that method she +had been thinking about the other night, and do it quickly. She could +hardly wait to get this horse's cock inside her. + +She could see his erection now. It would fill her up to the brim, and +there would be lots left over. And when he came, the force of his +orgasm would probably knock her right out. She could feel her mouth +watering for it and the next thing she knew she was down on her knees +beside the horse, and she was grabbing for his cock. + +The horse's cock was still soft, but not for long. + +"Come on, Jocko," she said, calling him softly by his name. "Get hard +for me, Jocko. That's it, big boy. Get hard for me. There, that's it." + +Jocko's hard cock looked like the biggest cock she had ever seen in her +life. For now all she wanted to do was look at it. It was just too +enormous for words. She held it up in both hands and she felt its hard +skin. Jocko was moving somewhat but she made him stop doing that soon +enough. Now she was pressing his cock gently, and then she applied a +little more pressure. + +Jocko seemed to like what she was doing, and he was making these soft +sounds way down in his throat. + +"That's it, Jocko," she said. "I'm going to make you feel okay, and +you're going to make me feel okay. Just you wait and see. You and I are +going to make each other feel all kinds of things. All kinds of +things." + +She began to stroke his cock back and forth along the whole length of +his long meaty shaft, and then she even began to stroke his balls. She +rubbed them both, and then she began to kiss them. Before kissing or +sucking on his cock, she meant to do a complete job on his balls first. + +And that was just what she was now starting to do. She kissed them all +over first and then she began to suck on them. She pressed her tongue +into them and then she just licked them all over. She could feel them +swelling up and that made her lick them all the faster and all the +harder. + +Of the three horses she had now sucked off, she could tell that he was +going to be the best. His balls were so big and hard that she'd gotten +turned on just by looking at them. Soon she was getting even more +turned on, now that she was actually sucking. So turned on that she +couldn't stand it. + +She was stroking his cock the whole time that she was sucking on his +balls, and that made her shake all the more. She could feel herself +getting warm inside, and she could feel his huge cock getting warm +inside also. It was actually burning up inside already, and it made her +hands burn just by touching it. + +"You beautiful cock," she said out loud. "You great big, beautiful +cock. The things you and I are going to do together. This is just the +beginning." + +Now she was sucking all the harder on his balls, and she was stroking +him even harder than she had been. She had one hand up on the head of +his cock and she was squeezing it. She was fingering the crack, and +even trying to get her finger right inside it. She rubbed it back and +forth just as hard as she could. + +Jocko stood perfectly still the whole time and was letting her do +whatever she wanted. And she was doing just that. She was now kissing +the bottom of his cock, the part just above his balls, and then she +began to run her tongue up the entire length of his cock right to the +head. + +She just kept running her tongue back and forth like that and she could +feel his huge meaty cock throbbing all the more because of it. He was +really throbbing now, but she could tell that it would be awhile before +he came. She licked him all the harder now, and shortly his huge cock +was standing out like a medieval maid may never have seen except in +their sleep or strangest fantasies. It was deep into her cheeks now as +she reached out to nearly arm's length to grasp the penis at its base +and, with both hands milk it down with her fingers. The sheathed muscle +rippled under her sliding clutch. + +Vicky was oblivious to everything but this hard cock that she now had +in her mouth. She was sucking on the head of Jocko's cock, and she was +sucking it very gently at first. She kept stabbing her tongue into the +small crack, and she could tell that he liked that. She could tell that +he liked that a lot. + +"You like that don't you, Jocko?" she said, pulling her mouth away for +a second, and no longer. + +That was as long as she could stand not having his cock in her mouth. +She was back sucking on him now and she could feel his cock getting +bigger and bigger. To her, anyway, it felt as if it was getting bigger +and bigger. He was getting as big as a telephone pole, and maybe even +bigger than that. + +There was no telling just how long she could keep sucking him before he +would then come. Maybe she could even suck on him a whole hour. That +would be something. Well, she thought, even if he does come, I'll suck +on him that long anyway. At least that long, and probably even longer. + +His cock tasted different from Phil and Jack's horse, and from Chris' +horse. To her it tasted different anyway. Jocko's cock seemed more +bitter, and she liked that. It was also a darker color, and the veins +stood out more. That was why she had gotten so turned on just by +looking at it, and why she was getting so turned on now that she was +sucking on it. + +Everything about Jocko's cock was the best of all the cocks she had +ever sucked. Of course, she had only sucked off two other horses, and +Jocko was only the third. But that seemed like quite a lot to her, and +she wasn't far wrong considering the sheer poundage she had put away +and the quart or two of joy juice she'd scoffed down. No light diet, +indeed. + +Now she really bore down on Jocko and she got as much of his cock in +her mouth as she possibly could. She could feel it pushing out the +sides of her mouth and she could feel it down her throat and she +thought she was going to gag on it. She didn't though and that +surprised her. + +She just kept sliding her mouth back and forth on him, using her mouth +the same way she would have used her cunt. She could control her mouth +better or so it seemed to her right then. She pressed her lips in tight +against him, and she could feel his cock jerking back and forth. + +He was getting ready to explode, and she was getting ready to drink +down all that hot come. It's going to be so good, she thought to +herself. Yes, it's going to be so very good. I can hardly wait. Come +on, Jocko, she was saying to herself. Come on inside my mouth. Come +like you never came before. I'm really going to make you come, Jocko, +so you better be ready for it. I am. + +She was a wild woman now, and she was frantic in the way she was +sucking on him. She was absolutely frantic now and that made her shake +all the more. She could feel her cunt quivering away, and she could +feel her whole insides getting soft and quivering just like her cunt. + +Her skin was tingling, and she was getting these shooting sensations +all through her body. It was as if he was coming already, and he +wasn't, even though he was on the verge. She bore down even harder, and +that increased the number of shooting sensations she felt throughout +her body. + +Her whole body was tingling and quivering, both inside and outside. She +could feel how damp her crotch was, and she could feel her sex juices +flowing inside her. She could feel the come pouring out of her and she +could feel it seeping right through her panties. It was probably +staining her blue jeans. + +Knowing that made her suck on Jocko's cock all the harder; just as hard +as she possibly could. That's when Jocko erupted. The come just came +gushing out of him and she managed to get as much of it in her mouth as +she possibly could. She was swallowing it as fast as she could so she +could get even more of it. + +There got to be too much of his come though, and soon it was spilling +out over her chin and down her throat. It was dripping down under her +blouse and she could feel it running under her bra and on her tits. It +was seeping right through her clothing and she could feel how sticky it +was making her blouse and bra. + +That was all she needed to feel, and that just made her keep sucking on +him. His cock was still hard and it was still deep in her mouth. She +could feel it going down her throat and she could feel it dripping all +the way down to her stomach. That's where it finally settled, and +that's where it really seemed to burn the most. + +Her mouth was on fire, and so was her throat, and so was the rest of +her body for that matter. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't +burning up. She was on fire all over, and with her clothes still on, it +made her feel that much hotter than she might have if she had been +naked. + +She didn't care about that though. All she cared about was how good his +cock was making her feel. And she felt better than she had ever felt in +her whole life. Better than she had felt with Chris' horse, better than +she had felt with that dog, better than she had felt with Phil and +Jack's horse, and better than she had felt with Tom. + +Nothing she had felt before could compare with the way she felt right +now. This seemed like the ultimate, but in the back of her mind, she +knew of course that it wasn't. The ultimate would come when she had +that huge cock inside her cunt. That's when she would feel the +ultimate. + +Right now though she was content to have this huge cock in her mouth. +This was certainly good enough for now. She would go after more later. +For now, she was content with what she could get, and she was getting +quite a bit at that. Actually she was getting more than she needed, but +never more than she wanted. + +She fell back momentarily, and Jocko's cock hung beneath him like a +baseball bat. She looked at it for a moment, and then closed his eyes, +and went back after him. She got his cock back in her mouth, and again +she began to suck on him, just as frantically as she had before, and +maybe even more so. + +You'll know you've been sucked off when I get through with you, she was +thinking. You'll know it for sure. Your cock will be just as sore as my +mouth. You'll think you've been through a ringer. You'll think you've +been sucked off by some other horse. You won't think that any mere +person could suck you off this good. Especially someone as small as me. + +That's it, Jocko, she went on saying to herself. Stay hard for me, stay +good and hard for me. + +It was right then that Vicky thought she heard a sound. It was then +that she thought she sensed the presence of another person. She got to +her feet quickly and turned around and there was James Nickles. He had +been watching her and beating off at the same time, and that was how +she had finally heard him. + +He had reached his climax, and he had been moaning, and it was that +sound that she had heard. Now they stood facing one another, staring +deeply into each other's eyes. + +"I hope you liked the show," she said. "I don't usually perform like +this." + +James was pushing his cock back in his pants and zipping up his zipper. +"I enjoyed your show very much. I'm sure I'll enjoy it again sometime." + +"What makes you think I'll ever let you watch again?" + +"You'll have no other choice. You know, there are laws against what you +just did. I could have you put in jail. I mean, people like you +shouldn't be let loose on the streets. There's no telling what you +might do." + +"Is that so?" she asked. + +"Oh yes," he replied. "That is so. I could have you arrested right now, +and I could have you put away for a long time." + +"Is that what you're going to do?" she then asked. + +"Oh, now." he said, "I wouldn't dream of doing a thing like that to +someone as nice as you." + +"And just what would you dream of doing to someone as nice as me?" she +asked, a trace of sarcasm in her voice. + +"Oh, I might think of marrying you," he said. + +"And what if I didn't want to marry you?" she asked. + +"Then I'd have to visit you on Sundays in prison," he said very matter- +of-factly. + +"I guess that answers my question, doesn't it?" she said, moving +towards him. + +"It should answer all your questions about everything." + +"What do you plan on doing with me now?" she asked, almost right in +front of him. + +"Well, first I intend to marry you, and then I intend to take you on a +honeymoon, and then I intend to take you to live in my big house. +You'll like living in my big house. There will be lots for you to do." + +"Are you still going to buy me all the horses I could ever want?" she +asked, pressing her groin into his groin. + +"Maybe," he said, his cock rising into an erection. + +"I'm going to demand a great deal from you," she said, rotating her +hips in a circular fashion. + +"And I'm going to demand just as much," he said, pushing her to the +ground and getting right on top of her. + +She could feel his hands all over her body. She could feel them +grabbing at her clothes, and then he was ripping them right off her. +She could feel herself stark naked in no time, and then he was naked +and on top of her again. + +"I'm glad you can still get it up," she said, feeling his cock press +into the soft, wet folds of her cunt. + +"I'll be able to get it up for quite some time yet," he said, "and +don't you forget it." + +He kissed her full on the mouth, and then he pressed his cock into her +all the way. She could feel him deep inside her, and that's when she +got her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist +just as tightly as she could, and she really pressed him down into her. + +She could feel him sliding his cock in and out of her, but all she +could think of was Jocko's cock and how that would feel once she got it +inside her. James' cock was nothing compared to what Jocko's cock would +feel like. Oh well, she thought, I can put up with James, if I can have +Jocko too. + +And it was Jocko that she really wanted. She could see behind her and +she could see his cock hanging down almost to the floor. He was still +hard. James had his head buried between her tits, and he had his eyes +shut tight. He couldn't see that she wasn't paying any attention to +him. + +She was grinding her groin against his and she was putting out for him +as if she really meant it, but of course she didn't. Even compared to +Tom's cock, his cock was so small. It hardly felt like anything inside +of her. She needed a much bigger cock than this, and she meant to have +it. + +From now on, only a horse's cock would ever be able to fill her up +again. Sure, she would marry James, and sure she would have sex with +him, but what difference would that make to her? None whatsoever. +Nothing would keep her from getting Jocko's cock inside her, because +that was what she really wanted. + +She would have to devise that method so that he could mount her and not +kill her at the same time. That was the important part. Finding a way +so that he could fuck her. That was the most important thing in her +life right now. That and keeping James happy enough so that he wouldn't +interfere in her life. + +She could feel him humping away at her like a madman and she tried to +imagine that it was Jocko that was fucking her. Seeing his huge cock in +the back of her mind, and trying to picture him deep inside her, made +her open her thighs wider, and raise her hips off the floor as much as +possible. + +She actually could feel Jocko inside her now, and feeling him that way, +she became more frantic in her movements. She threw her legs straight +up in the air, and just ground her pussy against James as hard as she +could. He thought she was getting turned on by the way he was fucking +her, and that made him fuck her all the harder. + +That's it, Jocko, she was saying to herself. Get it way deep inside me +and really let me have it. Really let me have it good. Yes, Jocko, the +harder the better. I like it that way. I really do. I like it as hard +as you can do it. + +James' cock erupted inside her and she felt her own come pouring down +around his cock. + +"Fuck me," she screamed. "Really fuck me. + + + +Chapter 6 + + +Veronica Nickles, she thought to herself. That's some name. But it will +always be just plain Vicky to me. Vicky relaxed in the hot tub, letting +the warm water overcome her whole body. She had been out riding all day +and she was exhausted. Every muscle in her body ached. + +She and James had been home a week now from their honeymoon. Vicky was +getting so she felt at ease in the Nickles mansion. It was bigger than +the house that the Butlers in and it had more maids, servants, etc. +Vicky's room was so big that sometimes she thought that she would get +lost in it. + +For their honeymoon, they had gone to Bermuda, and then onto Mexico +City. Vicky had enjoyed the trip but she hadn't enjoyed James' +persistent demands for sex. It seemed that that was all he ever wanted +to do. When they weren't in bed, he was moody and all he did was sulk. + +Vicky had gotten so she could handle him though and she had even gotten +to the point where she could keep him away from her when she just +didn't feel like having him near her. And now she even had her own room +so it was even easier to keep him away. All she had to do was lock the +door. + +Jocko was still out at the track, and Vicky hadn't found any of James' +other horses that appealed to her quite so much. If James didn't have +Jocko brought home soon like he had promised her, she would just have +to go out to the track one of these days. She just couldn't stay away +from him any longer. + +Vicky knew that she was getting hornier and hornier by the day. And +there was only one cure for it all. And that was Jocko. James knew that +and he was keeping Jocko away from her intentionally. I'll fix him, she +thought. Unless he has Jocko brought home soon, my door stays locked to +him. If he's going to keep me horny like this, I'll see how he likes +having horns of his own. + +A smile came over her face when she thought about how mad James had +gotten last night when he came to her room and found the door locked to +him. He had pounded on it for over an hour and then he had screamed at +her at the top of his lungs. Finally he had broke down in tears, and +begged her to let him in. + +She hadn't let him in and this morning she hadn't come out of her room +until she was sure he had left for the day. Then she went right out and +went horseback riding. Today was the day that James' sister was to +arrive, and Vicky was anxious to see just what she looked like in +person. + +In her picture, James' sister had looked quite beautiful but Vicky was +anxious to see if she really looked that way or if her picture did her +more justice than she was due. Of course there was always the +possibility that she was even better looking than her picture. + +Now that her body didn't ache so much, Vicky felt a lot better. She +felt as if she could go out riding for the rest of the day if she +wanted to. Then Vicky thought of the various horses in James' stable. +One of them might be better than nothing at all. After all, she would +have to wait a few more days for Jocko, and between now and then she +was just going to get more worked up. + +Vicky made up her mind. Tonight she would go down to the stables and +pick out one of the studs. It didn't matter to her which one it was, +because right then any one of them would do. Just so long as he had a +fairly big cock. And all horses had fairly good size cocks. You could +count on that. + +Right now though, Vicky felt like spending the rest of her life in this +tub. She had never taken a bath in a tub this big, and she had scented +the water with this fragrance that left her breathless almost. So this +was what it was like to be rich, she thought to herself. No wonder +Chris turned out like he did. + +Since her marriage she had seen her parents and told them where she was +and she had even seen Chris and his family. She could see how jealous +Chris had gotten when he finally realized what he had passed up. The +night she had seen him he had slipped her a note saying he wanted to go +to bed with her. + +She had ripped the note up and given it back to him. Since then he had +called everyday, but every time she heard his voice she simply hung up +on him. He had made her suffer all those years, so now she intended to +make him suffer just as much if not more than he had made her suffer. + +Vicky wondered if perhaps she should go down to the stables now, or if +she should wait until that evening. Right now, there would still be the +stable hands, and she didn't want to take the chance of any one of them +seeing her. Then they could blackmail her, and she didn't want that. + +After all, that was how James had gotten her to marry him in the first +place. In essence, what he had done was that he had blackmailed her +into marrying him, and she would never forgive him for that. Because of +that experience, she didn't want to go through anything like that +again. + +From now on she would be very careful. She also had to keep James from +ever seeing her again. Having him suspect was one thing, but if he ever +caught her again, there was no telling what he would do then. Vicky +suddenly felt the need to be respectable, and that included having +James think well of her also. + +No one must ever know about what I do, she thought, thinking of all the +people who knew already. There was Chris and that man in the woods, +whoever he was. Then there was Phil and Jack, and of course, Tom. James +was the only other person who knew, but already there were too many +people on the list. She didn't want to add any more names if she could +help it. + +She looked at the small clock over the bathtub and she saw that she had +been in the tub an hour already. The water was still warm though, and +she was tempted to stay right where she was. After all, what could she +do once she got up? It was a long time till tonight. She had no reason +in the world to rush. + +Just then she thought she heard a noise right outside the door, and +then she looked up just in time to see the door open. A tall young +looking woman stepped into the room, closed the door behind her and sat +on the toilet. The woman just sat there looking at Vicky, and Vicky +just looked back at her. + +The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, and she was +extremely beautiful. More beautiful than Vicky could ever dream of +becoming. She had red hair and her skin looked like it was a golden +brown. Vicky couldn't tell if it was a tan or if that was her natural +color. It might have been a little of both though. + +It came to Vicky all of a sudden. This was Beatrice Nickles, James' +younger sister. She was more beautiful than her picture, and she knew +it. It was written all over her face, and in that expression that +looked as if it was carved on her permanently. It was Beatrice who +spoke first. + +"I didn't really think you would be this young," she said. "Why you're +not even twenty yet. James' last wife was twenty-six. You're almost ten +years younger than she was." + +"That's a point in my favor, don't you think?" Vicky said, trying to be +more sophisticated than she was. + +"That's possible," Beatrice said, smiling all of a sudden. + +"We didn't expect you so soon," Vicky then spoke up. "We thought you +might come tomorrow or the day after." + +"I know. That's why I came today instead. I don't like being expected." + +"Well, I don't like expecting people." + +Beatrice had to laugh. "I think I'm going to like you. You sound just +like I did at your age. Yes, I think you and I have a lot in common." + +"We do? What makes you say that?" + +Beatrice stopped laughing. "You have the look of a pervert about you +and I like that. I have that same look, and I always have. Of course +your perversions are probably different than mine." + +Vicky smiled now. "And what are yours?" + +"I'm sure James didn't mention to you how I had affairs with his last +two wives," Beatrice said. "I'm sure that's the one since I didn't tell +you. You see, I'm a lesbian, and I have been one since I was sixteen. +Well, I've been a practicing lesbian since I was sixteen. I'm sure I've +been a lesbian since the day I was born. And what about you?" + +"Well, I'm not a lesbian," Vicky spoke up. + +"Not yet anyway," Beatrice then said. + +"Were James' other wives lesbians?" Vicky then asked. + +"Not at first," Beatrice replied. "They were like you in that respect. +They swore up and down that they would never have sex with another +woman. Right up to the point where they had their tongue in my pussy." + +"I don't remember swearing up and down that I would never have sex with +another woman," Vicky then said. + +Beatrice smiled more warmly now. "No, I guess you didn't. You also +haven't told me what your pet perversions are either, and I'm dying to +hear about them." + +I'll just bet you are," Vicky said, raising one leg out of the water, +and bending it at the knee. + +"I think you're trying to seduce me," Beatrice said. + +"Whatever gave you that idea?" Vicky said, trying to sound as shocked +as possible. + +"Let's just say, I have a certain intuitive knowledge about these +matters." + +"You can say that if you want," Vicky said, "but it doesn't mean +anything to me." + +"Not yet it doesn't," Beatrice said, getting to her feet. + +"Still want to hear about my pet perversions?" Vicky asked, lowering +her leg back into the water. + +"I'd rather show you mine right at the moment," Beatrice said, +approaching the bathtub. + +Vicky stood right up in the water. "You mean, practice them on me? I'm +a married woman. And I happen to be married to your brother." + +"That's all the better. It's all in the family." + +Beatrice was standing right in front of the tub now and she reached out +and began to rub Vicky's tits. Vicky could feel her nipples getting +hard and she could feel her tits swelling up to twice their size. +Beatrice's hands were soft. Softer than any other hands that had ever +touched her. + +Vicky could feel herself tingling all over as Beatrice continued to rub +her tits. Beatrice was doing all kinds of good things to her. Things +that no one else had ever done. Things that Vicky found that she really +liked. + +Beatrice bent forward and began sucking on one of Vicky's tits. Her +mouth closed around Vicky's tit like a glove or a steel trap, or both. +Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue stabbing out at her, and that made +her tit tingle even more than it was already. It made her whole body +tingle. + +Vicky felt Beatrice's hands going all over her body. First they were on +her shoulders, and then on her stomach, and then on her back, and then +on her ass, and then on her thighs, and then back on her ass. +Beatrice's finger was reaming her asshole and then it was probing deep +inside. + +Vicky liked having Beatrice's finger in her asshole. She liked the way +Beatrice worked it in and out of her asshole. It sent shivers all +through her. She could hardly wait for Beatrice to eat out her cunt. +That would probably be like no one else had ever done it. Maybe between +her and Jocko, Vicky thought, I'll get all the sex I need. I won't need +anyone or anything else. I certainly won't need James, not that I ever +did. + +Beatrice was helping her up out of the tub, and now Vicky was standing +on the bathmat and the water was just dripping off her. Beatrice seemed +to like the fact that Vicky's body was so wet, and she indicated as +much by the way she was moving her tongue all over Vicky's body now. + +"I'm sure your brother and my husband wouldn't like this at all," Vicky +said. "In fact I'm sure this is why he divorced his other two wives. We +better be careful if we want to have a more permanent relationship than +that." + +Beatrice was too busy licking her all over to pay any attention to +anything she had to say. Vicky pushed Beatrice down on her knees and +that was when she finally felt Beatrice's tongue between her legs. +Beatrice got her tongue right into the folds of Vicky's cunt, and +really pressed in hard. + +The next thing Vicky knew, Beatrice had pushed her down on the floor +and she was lying flat on her back. Beatrice had Vicky's legs over her +shoulders, and she had her face buried between Vicky's ample thighs. +Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue rimming her pussy and rubbing back +and forth on her clit. That sent the two of them into a frenzy. + +Vicky pressed her pussy against Beatrice's mouth just as hard as she +possibly could and Beatrice pressed her mouth against Vicky's cunt just +as hard as she could. She got her tongue right inside Vicky then and +really began to move it around inside. Vicky felt all kinds of tremors +going through her then. + +Vicky's whole body was on fire. It was the way that she felt whenever +she sucked off a horse. The same exact feelings. And that one time when +that horse had eaten her out. She had felt this way that time as well. +And of course there was the time that Chris' horse had fucked her. + +Whenever Vicky was having sex, she would remember all the other times +as well. She would even remember those times with Herbert, and actually +she wanted to forget those times completely. But even those times she +couldn't forget, in spite of the way she felt about Herbert and the +type of person he was. + +Beatrice's tongue was really making Vicky quiver inside, and Vicky +could feel her whole body starting to shake. Vicky could feel that she +was on the point of orgasm, and that was the best feeling in the world +as far as she was concerned. The only feeling that was better was the +feeling that her body had experienced during orgasm. + +Now, she was building and building towards it, and that was what she +wanted to do. She could feel the tremors increasing and she could feel +her cunt juices flowing more rapidly. She was getting more and more +excited, and Beatrice's tongue was going faster and faster inside her. + +Vicky knew that any second now her whole body would explode, and once +it did, it would keep on exploding. Beatrice was sucking on her harder +and harder, and that was when it happened. Vicky felt that familiar +shudder that told her her orgasm was near, and then she felt the orgasm +itself. + +Her whole body shook then and the come just came pouring out of her. +Beatrice lapped it all up and kept coming back for more. Vicky could +hear the loud sucking sounds that Beatrice was making and the sounds +Beatrice made when she swallowed Vicky's come. That turned Vicky on all +the more. + +"Suck me harder," Vicky yelled at her. + +Beatrice gave it her all then, and Vicky could feel herself being +lifted off the floor. Beatrice was lying on the floor now and Vicky was +sitting up on her face. Vicky began to bounce up and down on Beatrice's +face, and the harder she bounced, the better Beatrice liked it. + +Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue way up inside her, and her come +poured out all the faster. It was going all over Beatrice's chin and +one of her cheeks, and it was dripping down on her neck. Beatrice was +getting more than just a mouthful. + +"You like that, don't you?" Vicky said. "You like it so much, you can't +ever get enough of it. Well, go ahead, suck me harder. Suck me just as +hard as you want, I like it too. I like anyone to suck me out. Suck me +as much as you want, I don't care. The more you suck me, the better I'd +like it. The better I'll like you." + +Vicky could feel herself on the point of orgasm again. + +"That's it," she said, "I'm going to come again. I'm really going to +come again. Suck harder. I want you to suck harder." + +Vicky could feel that Beatrice was sucking just as hard as she possibly +could. + +"Oh," Vicky moaned, "I'm really going to come this time. Even more than +I did the last time? Can't you feel that? I can. I can sure feel it." + +Vicky felt the come gushing out of her. That's the way it always comes +gushing out of a horse, Vicky thought to herself, remembering Jocko, +and the others. I'm coming just as much as they do. At least it feels +that way to me. I'll bet it feels the same way to her. + +Vicky felt her whole body going limp. Her legs were still around +Beatrice's neck, but she released her grip, and eventually let them +fall to the floor. Beatrice was still kneeling between her legs, her +breathing greatly increased, her breasts heaving up and down. + +A wicked smile came over Vicky's face. "You still want to know about my +pet perversions?" she asked. + +Beatrice looked down at her and nodded. "Yes." + +"Normally I wouldn't do this, but in your case I'll make an exception. +I'll show you tonight." + +"I'll bet you're even more wicked than I am," Beatrice said, letting +her tongue lick up the come that was on her lips. + +"That just might be," Vicky said, lifting her hips off the floor and +then letting them fall again. + +That night at supper the three of them ate without saying a word. +Afterwards, in the living room, with after-dinner drinks in their +hands, James turned to his sister and said, "What do you think of my +child bride?" + +Beatrice looked at Vicky and then at James. "I think she is very +charming, and a woman in every sense of the word." + +James seemed to freeze right where he was standing. "How do you mean +that?" he asked. + +"Well," Beatrice said, after a long pause, "just look at her. It's +evident from the way she carries herself. Don't you think?" + +James seemed pacified by that remark. "Yes, I think you're very right +there." + +"Your other two wives were really the children," Beatrice went on. +"It's a good thing for you that you got rid of them when you did. They +would have ruined your life for sure." + +"Yes," James agreed, "they would have." + +Beatrice lifted her glass to her lips and drained the last few drops +from it. "I think I'll retire for the night. I've had such a long day. +Traveling always did wear me out. I'll see you both in the morning." + +Vicky stood also at that point. "I think I'll retire also. I have a +headache." And then she looked right at James. "I'll see you at +breakfast, and not before." + +Vicky had a hard time suppressing a laugh. + +She followed Beatrice up the stairs and the two women separated and +went to their own rooms. Just before they did that, Vicky whispered in +Beatrice's ear, "Meet me in the kitchen around two." + +Beatrice simply smiled, and then kissed Vicky lightly on the lips, +letting her hand slip down over Vicky's thigh. Vicky let it stay there +for a moment and then she broke away and went to her own room. Once +inside her room Vicky fell on her bed laughing. She didn't know what +had come over her, but she felt something strange inside her that was +making her act this way. + +She lay on the bed like that for some time and then she got up and +changed out of the clothes that she had worn for dinner that night. The +dress was especially low cut, and she had worn it for Beatrice's +benefit, and not at all for James' benefit. Beatrice had stared at her +all evening. + +Vicky quickly shed all her clothing and stood in the middle of her room +stark naked. Vicky liked the feeling of being naked. It had a soothing +effect on her as well as giving her a great sense of elation. She +walked over to her full length mirror and stared at her reflection. + +"You are so beautiful," she said out loud. "You are so very beautiful." + +Vicky laughed again when she remembered the expression that had come +over James' face when Beatrice had made that remark about Vicky's being +a woman in every sense of the word. He knows, she thought to herself. +And if he doesn't, he's awfully worried that maybe something did happen +between us. + +That sent Vicky into another laughing fit. As she stood there shaking +with laughter, a thought occurred to Vicky. Why should she wait till +two before she did anything? She carefully slipped into a blouse and +slacks and slowly opened the door to the hall. It was empty. + +Quietly she crept down the hall to the back stairs and down she went. +This stairway was reserved for the servants, and James had told her +that she was never to use it. Vicky wondered why as she made her way +down to the first floor. The stairs ended right near the kitchen, and +Vicky made sure that no one inside the kitchen saw her as she crept out +the back way. + +Outside the night air was cool and refreshing. She ran towards the +stables as fast as she could. There would be no one there, and she had +lots of time before she was to meet Beatrice. Lots of time to do +whatever she wanted. And there was quite a bit that she wanted to do. +Quite a bit. + +The stables were empty just like she knew they would be. Empty of other +people that is. The horses were all in their stalls, and they all +seemed to be resting peacefully. Vicky went down the middle of the +stable, observing them all, her face lighting up every time she passed +a stud. + +Vicky could feel herself becoming more and more elated. She could feel +her cuntlips getting wet and she could feel her whole body quivering +inside. It had been so long and she was so horny. How had she been able +to hold out this long? She must have been crazy. She should have come +down here a long time ago. + +In the far corner of the stable she noticed a dog house. Oh yes, she +remembered, James told me about his dog. The dog was inside the dog +house, and Vicky went right up to it to see what he looked like. He was +a huge white dog and Vicky was amazed at his size. She had no idea what +kind of dog it was. + +The dog was half asleep and it looked up at her with this silly +expression on its face. Vicky began to pet him and he seemed as if he +was becoming more friendly. Vicky could tell right away that he was an +extremely friendly dog, and that he was certainly not a watch dog. + +She pulled on his collar and managed to get him to come out of his dog +house. Now she could see how really big he was. He's huge, Vicky said +to herself. He's even bigger than that dog in that man's cabin in the +woods. A lot bigger. + +Vicky began to pet him all over, and as she did this, she felt a +tingling sensation between her legs. I wonder, she said to herself. I +wonder if this dog would know just what to do? She began to reach +underneath him and she was now holding onto his soft cock. She was on +her knees and the dog was right in front of her. + +When she grabbed hold of his cock, it was still soft, but not for long. +It seemed to get hard almost immediately. She began to stroke it back +and forth and the dog began to move about, almost as if he were trying +to get away from her. Vicky then jumped to her feet and shed her +clothes. + +Maybe if he smells me, he'll want to do it, she thought to herself. She +lay down on the floor with her legs spread and pulled the dog's head +down between her legs. He had begun to sniff her cunt and he was +pressing his nose right against her cuntlips so he could smell her even +better. + +He likes it, Vicky thought to herself. He likes my smell. And the dog +kept on smelling her, and now he was pressing his nose into her even +harder. Before long he was licking her thighs with his tongue and then +he was licking her cuntlips. His tongue was cold and it sent shivers +right through her. + +Vicky pressed her cunt against his mouth just as hard as she could, and +that seemed to have an effect on him. He was licking her clit up and +down, and it was almost as if he knew what he was doing. Vicky could +feel her sex juices flowing already and she could feel them pouring +right out of her cunt. That gave him something more to lick up. + +"Come on, boy," she said out loud, "really lick me good. That's it, +lick me real good." + +The dog's tongue was going faster and faster. Especially now that +Vicky's come was pouring right out of her. I must have been even +hornier than I thought, Vicky said to herself, feeling her body tremble +with her orgasm, and feeling her orgasm sweep through her whole body. + +The dog was licking her harder and harder, and drinking down most of +her come. He was making all kinds of noises, and Vicky loved listening +to him. She especially loved his tongue inside her pussy, and that was +where it was now. It was right inside her, and it seemed to be going +deeper and deeper. + +Vicky raised her hips off the floor, and then let them fall again. The +dog was more frantic now, and it was as if he knew what he was doing. +To Vicky he acted almost human, the same way any man would have acted. +That made Vicky feel that much better inside. It made her come flow +that much more freely. + +The dog was really getting after her, and she could feel his tongue way +inside her, moving around inside and stirring up her juices. Her cunt +was quivering away and her body was trembling all over. + +"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't ever stop." + +From the way the dog was acting it didn't look as if he ever did mean +to stop. Vicky could feel herself coming again and that just made her +feel as if her whole body was going to explode. She was still building, +and she was coming at the same time. + +This is too much, Vicky thought, feeling this second orgasm overcome +her the way it was. It was just too much and she thought that would be +the last orgasm she would ever have because after this she would be +dead. Her head was spinning and it seemed as if she was going around in +circles, as if her whole body was revolving on some spinning surface. + +The dog's tongue seemed to go deeper and deeper inside her, and he +seemed to be moving it around inside her faster and faster. He was +really licking out the come, and that just made her come all the more. +She could feel his cold nose, and that sent more shivers through her. + +At the same time, she felt the warmth of her own orgasm, and that sent +wave after wave of sensations through her, that combined with the +shivers, made her body tremble both inside and outside. She could feel +her skin tingling and she could feel her cunt getting hotter and +hotter. + +Her cunt was like an oven, and the dog was using his tongue like a hot +poker. She could just imagine how she was going to feel once he had his +cock in her, and that was next. She would see to it that it was next. +Right now though she just lay on her back and let him lick her some +more. + +This was too good to stop now, and right after her second orgasm seemed +to drain itself out, she felt herself building towards a third climax, +and after that she felt herself building towards a fourth. It didn't +seem as if she would ever stop, and she certainly didn't want to. + +The come was just gushing out of her more and more, and the dog was +just lapping it up as fast as he could. Vicky was going mad inside, and +she was squirming all about on the floor. She was moaning way down in +her throat, and she was shaking all over, and she could feel her whole +body going limp. + +No one had ever sucked her out like this. No one. She felt more waves +going through her, and she just wanted to yell out at the top of her +lungs. She didn't though, and she was amazed that she had any control +left at all. Finally she couldn't take any more. She just needed to +have his cock inside her. + +She needed his cock like she had never needed any cock before. She +rolled over on her stomach and felt him licking out her asshole +already. He was running his tongue all along the crack and then all +over her ass. That gave her a good feeling also. A feeling that +overwhelmed her. + +She managed to get up on her knees and hands and she spread her legs as +far as she could. She wondered if he would know enough to mount her the +same way he would mount a bitch. She felt him sniffing at her asshole +and cunt, and then she felt him mounting her. That's it, she said to +herself, that's the way to do it. Just pretend I'm another dog. + +The dog seemed a little unsure of himself, because he was still +confused as to just who and what Vicky was. His sense of smell told him +one thing though and his instincts seemed to take over from there. He +was on top of her and he was pressing his cock into the soft, wet folds +of her cunt. + +Vicky reached down between her legs and guided his cock into her cunt. +She guided it right inside her and then she just pressed into him as +hard as she could. He reacted just the way she wanted him to, and +pretty soon he was humping away at her like he had been doing it all +his life. + +He was shoving his cock all the way into her, and then drawing it out +almost all the way, and then shoving it back in her all the way again. +He did this over and over and Vicky could feel his cock throbbing away, +and she knew that he was on the verge of orgasm just as she herself was +on the verge of orgasm. + +He seemed so big inside her, and on each inward stroke he seemed to get +bigger yet. His cock seemed to grow longer and longer, and she thought +he was going right through her. She thought she felt his cock going +right up to her throat. He was splitting her in half almost. + +That was the way she liked it though, and the bigger he seemed to her, +the better she felt inside. Her whole inside was quivering and she +could feel the come gushing out of her cunt like it was never going to +stop. His cock was rubbing her hard on the inside and it was just the +way she wanted it. It was hurting her at the same time that it was +causing her so much pleasure. + +She could feel his cock start to jerk back and forth, and then she felt +his come shooting out of her. That made her go wild inside, and that +was when she felt herself having another orgasm. She really had to make +up for lost time though. + +He was really inside her now, and that was just where she wanted him to +stay. Right inside her, all the way to the hilt. She wanted him to stay +hard too, and it felt as if he was going to. It felt as if he was going +to stay hard for some time to come. His cock was still shooting out its +hot cream, and she could feel it spilling out and dripping down her +thighs and legs. + +That's when he pulled out of her and began to lick up his own come. Of +course he licked up her come in the process. He licked her thighs up +and down, and then up between her legs, and even her ass and asshole +again. He was sniffing away at her all the time. Do I smell like a +bitch, she wanted to say out loud, but didn't for some reason. + +Maybe he thinks I'm another dog now, she said to herself. Maybe he +thinks I'm just another bitch. + +"Is that what you think?" she then said out loud. + +The dog just kept on licking her thighs and Vicky fell flat on her +stomach. She wondered vaguely about what time it was, but she didn't +make any move to see what it might be. She really didn't care about +what time it was. Beatrice would wait for her. Let her wait, Vicky said +to herself. + +She lay there a while longer, and the dog continued to lick her thighs +and cunt. He was as good as any real lover could have been, and in fact +he was even better. He had no human inhibitions, and there wasn't +anything that he wouldn't do. That's what Vicky liked about animals. +They were completely uninhibited, and they knew nothing about +convention and respectability. + +It certainly didn't matter to this dog that she was married or anything +like that. As far as he was concerned, she was just a hole for him to +lick out and stick his hard pecker in. Vicky liked that kind of +thinking, because it was the way she now thought. Of course, she also +had to think about other things as well. She did have to worry about +convention and respectability. + +She got to her feet finally and got dressed. She would have to go and +meet Beatrice soon. Should she take a shower first? No, let Beatrice +smell her the way she was. That would make her wonder. Make her that +much more willing to find out just what had happened. Vicky had made up +her mind that she was going to tell Beatrice everything. + +And that wasn't all she planned on doing. She planned on making +Beatrice have sex with either one of the horses or this dog. She could +hardly wait to see that. I'll bet she's never even sucked a cock, Vicky +thought to herself as she made her way back to the house. I'll bet the +only thing she's ever sucked is pussy. + +Vicky ran into the house and collapsed on a chair in the kitchen. She +was out of breath and her whole body was shaking like it might never +stop. Vicky tried to catch her breath, but it seemed as if she was +never going to. It seemed like a hopeless task indeed. She got to her +feet, and then fell back down in the chair again. + +What was she going to do now? Just sit here and wait for Beatrice to +show up? That seemed like a stupid thing to do. She rested her head on +the table and closed her eyes. She thought about the dog and his huge +cock and how it had felt inside her. It had felt so very good. + +It was almost as if she could still feel him inside her. As if he was +still fucking her. As if he was still driving deep inside the way he +had been. Oh, do it, she thought. Do it hard. Do it harder and harder. +Before long she was dreaming about the dog and then Beatrice was +shaking her awake. + +Vicky woke with a start and looked up at Beatrice with half-closed +eyes. She thought she was seeing things at first, but gradually she +began to wake up. + +"You smell like a sex pit," Beatrice was saying. "I see you couldn't +wait. I'm dying to find out just what you've been doing. I think I can +guess, but I want to see for myself so I can be sure. This knowing and +not knowing is driving me out of my mind." + +Vicky got to her feet a little shakily, and Beatrice had to hold her +up. She could feel Beatrice's hands on her tits, and then Beatrice +ripped open Vicky's blouse and began to suck hard on one of her tits. +Vicky let her do that for a while and then she pushed Beatrice away. + +"Not yet," she said. "First I want to show you what I do. You've +already showed me what you do." + +Vicky walked out the back door and Beatrice followed right behind her. +She's like an old lap dog, Vicky thought to herself. She certainly is. +Vicky headed right for the stable and still Beatrice followed right +behind her. + +"I should have known," Beatrice then said, once they were inside the +stable. "So you like animals do you? These creatures with their big +cocks? You like that?" + +"I most certainly do," Vicky said, "and you are going to like it too." + +"Just what do you mean by that?" Beatrice demanded. + +"You'll see," Vicky said. "First thing, take off all your clothes." + +Beatrice began to back off. + +"I will not," Beatrice said like a scared child. + +Vicky gave her a cold stare. + +"You will, and you'll do it now." Vicky's voice was cold and harsh. + +Beatrice was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life. + +"You can't make me," Beatrice said. + +Vicky merely laughed. + +"Can't I?" Vicky said. "Do you ever want to suck me out again? Do you?" + +Beatrice was almost in tears. + +"Yes," she cried. "But please don't make me do this. I just can't." + +"You can and you will." + +"But why?" + +"Because I want you to. That's why." + +"This is too cruel," Beatrice sobbed. + +"Take off your clothes," Vicky yelled. + +Beatrice stood frozen and then she slowly began to undo her blouse. + +"Not like that," Vicky yelled, grabbing hold of Beatrice's blouse and +ripping it off her, "like this." + +Beatrice took off her slacks and panties a lot more quickly. She stood +in front of Vicky stark naked now. + +"What do you want me to do?" Beatrice asked in a defeated voice. + +Vicky smiled her wicked smile. "You see, we change places very quickly. +Now I'm the master and you're the slave." + +"You're more wicked than I ever was," Beatrice said in a whisper that +Vicky could just barely hear. + +"I know that only too well," Vicky said, "but I love it, and you'll +love it too." + +Beatrice just stood there looking at Vicky, begging her with her eyes. +Vicky could see that and then she looked around the stable quickly. +There's one, Vicky thought, spying one of the studs. He has a really +big one. A really big one. I think she should start on him. It'll be +good for her. + +"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" Vicky asked. + +"No, never," Beatrice replied. + +"I thought as much. Have you ever sucked an animal's cock?" + +"Of course not. What kind of a person do you think I am?" + +"You're the same kind as I am," Vicky said, "and don't you forget that. +You're not any better than I am. And when I get through with you, +you'll be like me in every way. Every single way. Do you hear me?" + +"Yes," Beatrice mumbled. + +"Now go over there," Vicky said, pointing to the stud, "and suck that +horse's cock, and suck it good." + +Beatrice looked at the horse Vicky was pointing at and she was scared. +He'll kill me, she thought. I can't suck off that horse. He'll kill me. +But then, how does she do it? Beatrice walked closer to the horse, and +then she turned back and looked at Vicky who was still giving her that +cold, icy stare. + +Beatrice was right up next to the horse now, and then she fell on her +knees beside it. The horse's cock was soft and just hanging loose. +Beatrice had never even touched a man's cock before, let alone an +animal's cock. With her, it had always been other women, and that was +the way she had always wanted it to be. She had never wanted a man in +her life, and she certainly didn't want this animal. + +But there was no other way. If she wanted to have Vicky again, and she +certainly did want to have Vicky again, she would have suck off this +horse because that was the price she had to pay in order to get Vicky +again. Beatrice knew that, and she was preparing herself for what she +now had to do. + +She reached forward very slowly and she just barely touched the head of +the horse's cock. He seemed to move and that made her scared. + +"Don't worry," Vicky shouted, "he won't hurt you. He'll let you suck +him off. He'll love it and so will you." + +Beatrice touched the horse's cock a little more firmly now and then she +got her hand right around it. It then got hard almost immediately and +then Beatrice got both her hands around it. + +"Come on," Vicky was yelling at her from behind, "start to stroke him. +He likes that. Stroke him." + +Beatrice was now stroking the horse's cock, rubbing it up and down. She +couldn't believe how big it was. She had never paid any attention to +animals before. Even when she was a kid and living in this house, she +had never bothered with the horses or any of the other animals. And +then she had spent most of her time in private schools away from here. + +It's so ugly, Beatrice thought, looking at the horse's cock. In my +whole fife, I've never seen anything quite so ugly. + +"Don't take all day," Vicky was yelling. "Stroke him." + +Beatrice began to rub him harder and harder, and then she was rubbing +his balls as well. It was obvious that the horse liked what she was +doing. He liked it a lot. She rubbed him still harder and a lot faster. +She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, and she hoped that this +was all Vicky would make her do. + +Maybe if she just did this, it wouldn't be so bad. But if she had to +take that horrible thing in her mouth as well, that would just kill +her. She just knew it would. Just the thought of it was making her +violently ill. Please, she was saying deep inside her throat, please +don't make me do it. Please take pity, on me and don't make me do it. + +"You're just beginning," Vicky's voice boomed out. "Now you can start +sucking on him. Did you think I'd let you get off this easy? Did you +really think that? Not on your life. You're going to suck that horse +like he's never been sucked before. You're going to get as much of his +cock into your mouth as you can possibly get." + +"Please don't make me do it," Beatrice suddenly cried out. "Please +don't make me do it." + +"Now," Vicky yelled back at her. "Do it now." + +Beatrice began to tremble all over as she leaned down and brought the +horse's cock right up to her lips. She could feel the tears rushing to +her eyes and she felt as if she was going to throw up. She really felt +sick inside, and she felt as if she wanted to die. + +This woman isn't human, Beatrice thought to herself. She's become an +animal herself. No wonder she likes them so much. She's just like them. +She's one of them. + +Beatrice could see the cock right in front of her and she closed her +eyes. If she couldn't see it, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She pressed +it against her closed lips and she kissed the head of it. And then she +began to kiss it up and down the entire length of it. If she did it as +fast as she could, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And the quicker she got +it over with, the better she would feel. + +She kissed the whole meaty shaft, and then she was back kissing the +head. She took the head of the horse's cock right in her mouth and now +she was actually sucking on it. She could feel herself getting sicker +and sicker, but she kept right up with what she was doing. That's it, +she was saying to herself. Do it and get it over with. It won't last +forever. + +"You're doing just fine now," Vicky was yelling. "Just you keep that +up, and you don't stop until I tell you to. Do you hear me? Not until I +tell you to." + +Beatrice began to suck harder and harder on the horse's cock, and she +could feel it throbbing more and more in her mouth. It was so big and +it was burning up so much. Beatrice could feel her mouth and throat +burning up also. She could feel her whole body burning up inside, and +she was beginning to feel this strange sensation between her legs. + +She had never felt like this before. Not even with a woman. This was a +totally new feeling to her. Could it be she was beginning to like what +she was doing? That was impossible. She could never like doing +something like this. Never. She was much too civilized to like +something like this. + +Beatrice could see how somebody like Vicky would like something like +this. After all, Vicky was an animal herself. Or at least that was how +she acted. Vicky must love sucking these huge cocks, Beatrice said to +herself. I'll bet she comes down here every night and sucks one of them +off. I wonder which one she did tonight? + +But Beatrice found that she was sucking harder and harder on the +horse's cock, and that she was getting more and more of it in her +mouth, and that she was actually getting more and more frantic. How can +this be? she wanted to yell out at the top of her lungs. But she +couldn't because now she was too busy sucking on this huge cock. + +She was bearing right into the horse's cock, and she was sliding her +mouth back and forth on him, her lips closed in tight around his hard, +rough skin. She still had her eyes closed, but she could see his cock +in the back of her mind. How big it was. How much bigger it seemed now +that it was in her mouth. + +Beatrice could feel her whole body shaking and she could feel the +horse's cock throbbing more and more. Pretty soon he would be coming in +her mouth, and she found that that was just what she wanted him to do. +She could hardly wait to feel his hot cream in her mouth. + +She began to suck harder and harder in order to make him come that much +faster. And she managed to do just that. The cock was jerking back and +forth in her mouth and then it was shooting out its hot liquid. She +could feel the come going right down her throat and right down to her +stomach. + +It burned all the way down and she could feel her body trembling all +the more because of it. It was really trembling now and she thought +that she was going to explode inside, and that was just what she did. +She could feel her own come pouring out of her and running down her +thighs and legs. + +She was all torn up inside, and it was as if the horse's cock had been +in her cunt and not in her mouth. But it was still in her mouth and it +was still very hard. It was as hard as it could possibly be. It was +even harder yet, or at least that was how it felt to her, and the come +was still shooting out of it. + +"Suck harder," Vicky was yelling. "Suck real hard." + +That was just what Beatrice did, and pretty soon she was in a frenzy, +and she had no control over her actions whatsoever. She had no control +at all. Everything she did she did because she had to. She wasn't even +aware of what she was doing. She was just aware of that huge cock in +her mouth. + +It was her universe. + + + +Chapter 7 + + +The come had stopped, but the horse's cock was still hard, and she was +keeping it hard. She was doing everything that she could to keep it +hard, and she was succeeding. She could feel how much she was +succeeding. The hard cock was still hard, and it was still burning, and +it was still throbbing. + +Vicky was watching all the more intently now, and she was fingering +herself as she watched. This was almost as good as doing it herself. +Vicky could see the horse's cock popping out the sides of Beatrice's +mouth, and it was almost as if she was inside Beatrice's mouth seeing +just what was going on. + +I knew you'd like it, Vicky was saying to herself. I just knew that you +would. Just look at the way you're sucking him now. Just look at it. If +you could only see yourself like I see you. I'm sure you know how much +you like it though. I'm sure you know that better than I do. But still, +you should see yourself like I do. + +Vicky had stopped yelling altogether. Everything she said from now on, +she said to herself, and so only she could hear. That's it girl, suck +harder. Yes, that's it. A lot harder. Now you've got it. Vicky was in a +state of convulsions herself, and the more she watched Beatrice, the +more convulsive she got. + +I could watch this all day, Vicky was saying to herself. I really +could. And maybe I will. Maybe I'll watch it all night at least. +Beatrice was still sucking hard on the horse, and it was obvious that +the horse was about to come again. Vicky could see the horse's come +from the last time, and how it was dripping all over Beatrice's body. + +It had spilled out of Beatrice's mouth and was running down her neck +and all over her tits. Vicky knew well enough how that felt, and she +could just imagine how it must feel to Beatrice. She loves it just as +much as I do, Vicky was saying to herself, and she can't tell me that +she doesn't. + +Vicky fell to the floor and lay there sobbing almost. Her breathing was +more rapid than it had been, and her heart was beating a mile a minute. +The horse was coming again and Beatrice was doing her best to keep all +the come in her mouth. She was doing a good job of it too. She really +was. + +Vicky watched as the come spilled out of Beatrice's mouth and joined +the other come that was all over Beatrice's body. Beatrice was just +covered with it now. It was all over her neck, all over her tits, all +over her stomach, all over her thighs, all over every part of her from +her mouth down. + +Vicky got to her feet and went over to Beatrice and grabbed her by the +hair and pulled her away from the horse. + +"You've had enough for tonight," Vicky pronounced. "You did good for +your first time. I'm sure you'll do a lot better the next time. A lot +better." + +Vicky watched as Beatrice got dressed, and then the two females made +their way back to the house. They didn't say a word to each other the +whole time. They just went up the stairs, and then they both went to +their own rooms. Vicky almost ran into hers and fell face forward on +the bed. + +She felt as if she were in heat or something close to it. She could +feel her whole body throbbing away and she wanted a good hard cock +inside her. She thought about going down and getting James, but then +she decided against it. After all, she intended to make him suffer. + +She intended to make them all suffer somehow. She was going to get back +at the whole world for what they had done to her. They were all +responsible for the way she was, and they were all going to pay for it. +For the first time in a long time she thought about Tom. + +He could have been so good for her. Why couldn't she have kept her +mouth shut that time? He never would have found out about her if she +hadn't told him. How stupid could she be? She hated herself for that, +and she knew that she always would. I could just die, she cried +internally. + +I wonder how that Beatrice feels, she asked herself. She said she +didn't want to, but she loved it once she got that huge cock in her +mouth. Just like that girl with Chris that time. She didn't want to +either until after she had started. Yeah, they all like it eventually. +I'm getting to be just like him, she thought. I'm getting to be just +like Chris. + +Still thinking that, she fell asleep. Her mind drifted off into space +and she could see herself standing over Chris with a whip in her hand. +She was beating him as he sucked off this huge horse's cock. She was +beating him and the blood was gushing out of him. She was almost +killing him. + +She woke with a start. She was still lying across the width of the bed, +and she was still fully clothed. She got undressed quickly and climbed +in under the covers. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the +pillows. This time she did not dream about Chris. She did not dream at +all. + +The next morning she went and took a shower and then she got dressed +and made her way down to breakfast. James and Beatrice were already +sitting at the table. And when Beatrice saw her she looked down at her +cup of coffee that was sitting on the table right in front of her. + +"Good morning," Vicky boomed out in a loud voice. "I trust everyone had +a good night's sleep. I trust no one had any bad dreams. Did you, +Beatrice?" + +"No," Beatrice replied sheepishly. "I slept very well." + +"Did you sleep well, James?" Vicky then asked. + +"As well as can be expected in a large empty bed," James shot back at +her. + +Vicky merely smiled. "I sleep in a large bed too, but I find it most +agreeable to me. I'm sorry you don't." + +"Yes, I'm sure you are," James retorted. "You don't have human needs +like the rest of us." + +"You knew that when you forced me to marry you," Vicky replied, "or at +least you should have. What did you expect? A loving and adoring wife? +You can't make someone do something against their will and expect them +to thank you for it. That is, unless they really wanted to do it all +along." + +As she made her last remark she looked right at Beatrice. + +"Sometimes," Vicky continued, "you start off by forcing someone to do +something, and then you find out that they wanted to do it all along. +They just needed a little push in the right direction. Isn't that +right, Beatrice?" + +"I imagine so." + +Beatrice still kept her eyes lowered. + +Vicky smiled and looked back at James. + +"Beatrice and I are going on a little trip," she then said. "We decided +this last night on our way to bed. Has she told you by any chance?" + +James looked at Beatrice and then at Vicky. "And just where did you +decide to go to?" + +"Why, to the races of course," Vicky replied. "Beatrice and I are going +to go and see Jocko run his first race. I thought she might like to see +that. I know I would." + +"When are you going?" James asked. + +"Today as a matter of fact," Vicky then said. "We're going to drive +down to the track, find a room in a hotel, and stay a few days. Then +after we've seen a few races, we'll come right home to you. You'll +hardly know we've been gone." + +"I don't suppose I can talk you out of it, can I?" James said, very +matter-of-factly. + +"I wouldn't even try if I were you," Vicky snapped back at him, angered +by his indifference. + +"Well, I'll leave the two of you to make your plans," James said, +getting to his feet. "I have business to attend to." + +With that he walked off leaving the two silent females alone. Beatrice +looked up from her coffee at last and looked right at Vicky. + +"Is this Jocko one of your favorites?" Beatrice then asked. + +"Oh yes," Vicky replied. "And he'll be one of your favorites also." + +"You think I'm just like you now, don't you?" + +Vicky laughed. "Well, you are, aren't you?" + +Beatrice bit her tongue and choked back the tears. + +"I don't want to be," she sobbed. + +"What you want to be," Vicky added, "and what you are, are apparently +two different things. You better start remembering which is which. I +don't want you going through life confused the way you seem to be now." + +"Why are you so wicked?" Beatrice demanded. + +"I'm wicked because people like you made me wicked," Vicky shouted at +her. "Because people like you want me to be wicked. And you know it." + +Beatrice was silent for the longest time, and then she said, "When are +we going?" + +"In another hour or so," Vicky replied. "Pack some things." + +Vicky drove the large black car, and Beatrice sat over on the far side +of the front seat. From time to time the two females would exchange +brief glances. Beatrice was lost in her thoughts about what she had +done the other night. Vicky had forced her into it, and then Beatrice's +own lust had taken over. Now, it was this same lust that was making her +go with Vicky to the track. + +Beatrice had a feeling that there was something special about Jocko, +and that was why Vicky was rushing to be near him. There just had to be +something special about him. Something that Vicky hadn't said in words, +but which was definitely implied in her manner. It was there all right, +and Beatrice could sense it. + +There were a lot of things that Beatrice could sense about Vicky. +Things she had sensed right from the first when she first saw Vicky in +that tub. Vicky was like her in so many ways, and so unlike her in so +many other ways. They were the two most alike/unalike people in the +world. + +Vicky pressed her foot down harder on the gas pedal and the car sped +forward. She loved speed all of a sudden, and the faster they went, the +better she liked it. + +"You're in an awful hurry, aren't you?" Beatrice asked. + +"Yes," Vicky responded simply. "I am. There's no time to lose." + +"This Jocko must be something." + +Vicky smiled. "He is." + +"I've felt this way about other women, and you feel this way about an +animal." + +"It still seems strange to you, doesn't it?" Vicky asked. + +"It seems very strange indeed," Beatrice replied. + +"Does what you did last night seem strange to you?" Vicky then asked. + +"How could it seem anything but strange?" + +"You'll get used to it. I have." + +"What made you do this the first time?" Beatrice asked. + +Vicky thought about that a moment. "It was a man. A man I loved very +much." + +"And you still love him, don't you?" Beatrice asked. + +"Maybe I do," Vicky replied. + +"Did he ever fuck you?" Beatrice asked. + +"He never touched me," Vicky responded, "he never wanted to. Now he +wants to though. Now he wants to fuck me." + +"Do you think you'll ever let him?" Beatrice asked. + +"Maybe," Vicky replied. "Maybe I will." + +"You don't act as if you want to talk about it." + +Vicky laughed. "I don't." + +Beatrice lit a cigarette. "Would you rather talk about Jocko?" + +"Maybe," Vicky answered. + +"What else is there to talk about?" + +"We don't have to talk about anything," Vicky then said, looking +briefly at Beatrice and then back at the road ahead. + +"No, I don't suppose we do," Beatrice agreed. "I feel like talking +though." + +"So, talk. I'll listen." + +Beatrice thought a moment, and then she said, "I had a dream about you +last night. I dreamed that you were all dressed in white and that you +were riding this huge golden brown horse in this huge arena. There were +thousands of people watching you and they had all paid to see you." + +"You kept riding around in circles on the horse, and then you got off +the horse and you lay on this platform. That's where I came in. I came +over to see, and without moving you off this platform, I took off all +your clothes. And there you were completely naked. + +"You didn't move off the platform, and you stayed right there the whole +time. I took your clothes and walked back to the edge of the arena and +I just watched like everyone else. That's when someone--some man I had +never seen before but who looked like someone who once worked for my +brother--led the horse over to the platform. + +"The platform seemed small enough--or thin enough, so that the horse +seemed to walk right over it. That is, it came right between his legs. +The horse was right over you and it had an erection a mile long. Or at +least that's how it seemed in my dream. It looked at least that long. + +"The horse's cock came right up against your pussy and you felt it +pressing into your cunt lips. You were wet already and this just made +you wetter. You were breathing hard, and now you were breathing even +harder. You were actually gasping for breath, and your heart was +beating a mile a minute. + +"Anyone could see that you really wanted this horse to fuck you, and +naturally everyone wanted to watch this horse fuck you. Actually, they +all wanted to see the horse kill you. And this whole thing was really a +contest to see who could hold out the longest, you or the horse. + +"The horse had strings tied around his cock an inch apart. You were +able to take the horse's cock into you up until the first string, and +then you were to take more of him into you depending on how loud the +audience clapped. You were to take in as much of the horse as you +could, and then you were to just hump him until one of you gave out. + +"That's where the contest part came in. You were to hump him until one +of you gave out. And it had to be that one of you would give out, +whether it was you or the horse. All the people had placed bets on +either you or the horse. Well, the horse started to press his cock into +you, and you took it in till you were up to the first string. + +"Then you just stopped and waited for the audience to start clapping. +The audience started clapping right away, and you took in the horse's +cock up till the second string. The audience was beginning to clap +louder and louder, and you took the horse's cock into you up till the +third string. + +"Now the audience was up on its feet and they were yelling and +screaming that you take in the horse's cock all the way and not just an +inch at a time. They were tired of waiting, and they wanted to see it +all right then and there. + +"Well, you didn't want to wait either, and so you did take in the +horse's whole cock. You took him in all the way, and you looked as if +it didn't even affect you. You looked as if you could have taken in +more if there had been more of him. Right then we all knew that you +were going to win, but naturally we had to sit and see the whole thing +through. + +"I could almost see what his cock was doing inside you, because I could +feel him inside me like I knew you must feel him inside you. It was +almost as if he was in me and not in you. But I knew that he was in you +and so I watched. I watched you moving very slowly at first. + +"The horse's cock was sliding all the way out of you, until just its +head was in you, and then it was sliding all the way back in you again. +He was in you to the hilt again, and I could see the expression on your +face and I could see what it was doing to you, and so it did the same +thing to me. It really did. + +"I could feel you feeling his cock pressing in hard against the inside +of your pussy, and how it was rubbing hard in there, and how it was +making you even wetter than you were. Your cunt juices were all stirred +up and they were becoming more stirred up. You were just overflowing. + +"I could actually see the oozing cunt juices coming out of you. They +were running down the length of the horse's cock and all the way to his +balls. His cock was burning inside you, and you were making it burn all +the more. You were making his balls burn, and the rest of his body burn +as well. + +"Everyone in the audience was quiet now and they were all just +watching. James was in the audience too, and he was watching hardest of +all next to me. I'm sure I was watching the hardest of all of them +because I was the only other person, besides yourself, who knew how +this felt. + +"The horse was really ramming into you now, and he was ramming in with +all his might. It was as if he were a real man, and he was your long +lost lover or something. He wasn't just an animal anymore. Of course +the fact that he was an animal was the only reason you were fucking +him, because you had become an animal yourself, although you looked +like a human being. + +"Actually, you were the animal and the horse was the human being. It +just looked as if it was the other way around. But we knew that it +wasn't. I knew from the minute you took his whole cock in you, and from +the way you were still taking his whole cock into you. + +"No human being could do what you were doing. No human being could +enjoy sex with an animal as much as you did, and were, and would be +from then on. He was so far in you and you were screaming for more as +if you thought he understood what you were saying to him. He didn't +understand your words, but he understood your body actions. + +"He understood them only too well, and he was responding to them as if +he understood. You were grinding against him just as hard as you could +and he was grinding into you just as hard as he could. You two were +just made for each other, and you both sensed that, and so you acted +upon it. + +"We could hear your groans and we knew the horse was coming inside you +and that you were coming also. You were making the sounds of orgasm, +and we could see your come and his come flowing out of you. It was +flowing out by the gallons. There was a flood of it, and it kept on +coming. + +"It was more come than anyone had ever seen in their lives, and they +never would see it again. This was the first and last time they would +ever see it, and they were straining to see, and they all saw, and I +saw best of all. I was standing right near you now, and I could really +hear you. + +"I could even see the cock in you and see how it was bulging you out +everywhere. It was as if his cock had filled up your whole body. I +thought that's what it had done. I thought it had gone right up to your +head and that it was going to poke out the top any second now. + +"That's when you began to move even faster on the horse, and the horse +had a hard time keeping up with you. You were going to win for sure +now, and you were aiming for that the way you were bearing down hard on +that long meaty shaft that you were making slimy with your cunt. + +"We thought we heard one last gasp from you, but it was far from being +your last. You had three more orgasms before the horse came again in +you, and then you had another orgasm right after he did, and then you +just drained the very life out of him and they had to take him away +because he was all through and you had won. + +"You called for another horse, and when you were through with him, you +called for another, and another, and still another. We lost count of +how many horses you took on that night, but you were still able to take +on another one after you had finished with each and everyone of them. + +"At the end you stood up and bowed to the audience. There was horse +come all over your body. James, and I, and that man who had brought in +the first horse came over to you and licked the horse come all off you. +We licked up every last drop and then you just spat in our faces and +walked away. We lay there crying and you just laughed at us." + +Beatrice was out of breath as she finished telling Vicky about her +dream from the night before. She had been fingering herself the whole +time and she had come and her whole body was drained like it had never +been drained before. Just thinking about Vicky with an animal, and +talking about it on top of that, had turned her on to the breaking +point. And now she had broken. + +Vicky had a bemused smile on her face that indicated that she had been +amused by Beatrice's story. Maybe she dreamed that, Vicky said to +herself, or maybe she just made it up as she went along and is only +pretending that that was her dream. Whatever it is, I don't care, +because I liked it, and that's all that matters. + +Beatrice still sat in the far corner of the front seat. Her story had +made the time go by fast, and it didn't seem to Vicky as if it would be +very long before they got to the track. It wasn't going to be very long +at all now. They would be there in a matter of minutes. + +Vicky stopped thinking about what Beatrice had told her for the most +part. She only thought of it in connection with Jocko. She thought +about what Tom had told her that time about that girl who had died +doing something similar to what Beatrice had dreamed. + +She wondered if it were true. + +Vicky didn't remember the story exactly now, but there was a girl in +the story that Tom told, and she had been sucking a horse, and there +were strings tied to the horse's cock, and there had been people +watching, people who had been betting on either the girl or horse. But +in Tom's story the horse had won. Vicky found that she liked Beatrice's +dream a lot more than she liked Tom's story. + +Beatrice's dream had an air of mystery about it, while Tom's story +lacked any type of mystery. But then, Tom's story was based on fact, +and Beatrice's dream was only based on what was in Beatrice's mind and +those were the same things that were in Vicky's mind now and ever since +that day when she had seen that girl with Chris and seen how Chris had +made that girl suck off the horse. + +That day had been a turning point in her life, just like that one week +of fucking Herbert had been a partial turning point in her life. And +then that man with the cabin in the woods, and that dog who had fucked +her. That had been another turning point in her life. + +And then the fact that she had run away, and that chance had fated her +to get a ride from who she did so she could end up at that track, so +she could end up in this front seat driving back to that track with the +lesbian sister of her husband, who she had met because of her being at +the track at the right time. + +She had all that to think about--all the things that had happened since +that day--as she now called it--and now she had Beatrice's dream to +think about. What was going to happen to her now? Where was she headed? +What would be the next turning point in her life? It would have to be +something really tremendous so that it surpassed everything that had +happened so far. + +If it didn't surpass it, it would not be a turning point in her life. +Each step had to be greater than the one before it. She could feel that +in the core of her being, and she could feel it right between her legs +where the come was dripping out of her and running down her thighs, and +down her legs to her feet. + +Can you smell me? she asked Beatrice in her mind. It was obvious that +Beatrice could smell her from the way she was sniffing the air coming +from Vicky's direction. But then, Vicky had been smelling Beatrice's +come just before this when Beatrice had fingered herself to climax +while telling Vicky her dream. + +Vicky knew why she had wanted to go to the race track to begin with. +She was not conscious of her reason until this very minute, but she was +sure it had always been in the back of her mind. She was going to do +what the girl in Tom's story had done, and what she herself had done in +Beatrice's dream. + +Vicky was going to do that very same thing with Jocko, and at the +track. Tomorrow night, or maybe even tonight, she would fuck Jocko with +everyone watching; that is, all the people who worked at the track--the +trainers, jockeys, stable boys, etc. They would place bets and it would +be a contest. + +"Are you thinking about my dream?" Beatrice asked. "Are you thinking +about having a horse's cock up your cunt?" + +"Yes, and a lot of other things," Vicky replied. "I suppose I can tell +you, and I might as well. I'm going to live out your dream. Or at +least, some of it anyway. I'm going to fuck Jocko the way that horse +fucked me in your dream. I'll fuck him for everyone at the track to +see, and they'll all place bets." + +"Should I bet on you or on the horse?" Beatrice laughed. + +Vicky was dead serious. "On me of course. I won last night and I'll win +again tonight. That's why we have to get there so we can get everything +ready. That platform has to be built. I have to rest up. Everything +will happen the way it happened in your dream, only it will be just a +little different. I'll just fuck Jocko and that's all, but I'll drain +him before he drains me." + +"I wish you luck," Beatrice said, and then she became quiet for the +rest of the trip to the track, almost wishing now that she had never +told Vicky about her dream. What would happen if Vicky didn't win? + +"Don't worry about me," Vicky said, "just think about all the money +you'll win if you bet on me. Not that you need the money, but winning +money is a lot of fun. You'll enjoy it more. I certainly intend to bet +on me. Maybe we should even place a bet for James. He might feel bad if +he finds out we left him out of this altogether. I'm sure he feels bad +enough as it is." + +"I'm sure he does," Beatrice said. + +"You know, I think James is going to be at the track when we get +there," Vicky the spoke, staring off into space, and almost losing +control of the car. She managed to keep the car on the road somehow, +and Beatrice felt her heart stop almost. + +"Yes," Vicky went on, "I'm sure he'll be there. And he'll have been +there for some time when we get there. He'll be there to greet us at +the gate. Just see if he isn't." + +"For his sake I hope he isn't," Beatrice said. "I really feel sorry for +him all of a sudden." + +"No, he'll be there," Vicky continued, "and he'll think that his being +there is for his sake. He knows why I'm coming here today. He knows I'm +going to have some kind of sex with Jocko. Why do you think I married +him in the first place? I married him because he caught me sucking off +Jocko and he said he'd have me put in jail if I didn't marry him. + +"I know now that I should have called his bluff. I know now that he was +just bluffing and that he never would have been able to do what he +said. Never in a million years could he have done it. And he won't do +anything now either. He'll just accept it like he's accepted everything +else. He has to. He hasn't got any other choice." + +Vicky stopped right there and didn't talk the rest of the way. All she +could do was think about Jocko's hard cock inside her and how very good +it was going to make her feel. It was going to make her feel as if +twenty cocks were in her at once and that they were all coming at the +same time. A smile lit up her face as she thought about how good +something like that would feel. + + + +Chapter 8 + + +The track was just up ahead of them, right off the main highway. There +were no cars there and so the racing was over for the day. But they had +guessed that a long time ago when they realized how late it was. Vicky +had slowed down in spite of her haste to get to the track. She had +slowed down to a crawl almost. + +They got out of the car after Vicky had parked it in the track's main +parking lot and they made their way to the stables. The first two +people Vicky saw were Phil and Jack. They looked at her and then they +hurried, pretending that they hadn't seen her at all. They were +obviously afraid of her, and Vicky knew that, and it made her feel +extra good inside. + +She had a feeling that everything that happened from now on would make +her feel good inside. Especially Jocko's huge, hard, meaty, slimy shaft +when it was all the way inside her. + +Vicky had been right about her James. He was there waiting for them +just like she had said he would be. Of course he hadn't been at the +front gates, but he was at the front of the stable section where Jocko +was. + +"What took you so long?" he asked when they were right in front of him +and almost on top of him at that. "I've been waiting for you for +hours." + +Vicky brushed right past him and into the stable so she could get her +first look at Jocko in a what seemed like a century. He was still the +beautiful creature that he always had been. But then, she hadn't +expected him to change any. It would be impossible for that to happen. +He would always look this way to her, if only in her mind. + +Beatrice and James followed behind her. + +"Beatrice will tell you my plans for this evening, James," Vicky said, +dismissing him with her tone of voice. "Now you take care of all the +little details, Beatrice; after all, it was your dream that started all +this. And take him with you so he won't be in my way. I'll take care of +the important things like Jocko and myself." + +She gave Beatrice a cold hard stare and Beatrice led James out of the +stable without saying a word to him or a word to Vicky. She didn't have +to say anything to Vicky, and there was still time to explain +everything to James. + +Vicky rubbed her hands together. "Well, Jocko, you and I are going to +perform for the fine people this evening. It won't be the thousands and +thousands that were in Beatrice's dream, but we don't need that many. +For us there will be enough. Actually, we don't even need those people, +Jocko. We just need each other. You know that and I know that." + +Jocko just stood there like he always did, staring off at something +that only he knew what it was he was looking at. Vicky smiled even more +warmly now. + +"Yes, Jocko, tonight is going to be the biggest night of your life, and +possibly even the biggest night of my life. Who knows? I could end up +like that girl Tom told me about. I could get killed, and this could +turn out to be the last night of my life. It just might turn out that +way. I don't think it will, and I don't want it to, but that's the way +it could happen." + +She walked over to Jocko and began to stroke his flanks. + +"You feel the same way," she said, stroking him harder and harder, and +pretty soon she was stroking him just as hard as she possibly could. + +"I wonder if everything else feels the same?" she asked, getting down +on her knees. + +Jocko's cock hung limp between his legs. It reminded her of a soft +baseball bat. Even when it was soft, it felt hard to her. It would +always feel hard to her. + +"Yes," she said, stroking his soft cock that was suddenly rising into +an erection, "everything feels the same, but then I knew that it would. +I just used that as an excuse to touch you; not that I really needed an +excuse. I don't need anything but the desire to touch you, and I have +that all the time." + +She was stroking Jocko's cock back and forth, up and down the entire +length, and right down on his balls. He was very hard now and she gazed +at his hard cock for a moment and allowed herself to be amazed by it. + +"Now it really is the way I remember it," she said. "Just the way I'll +always want to remember it." + +Vicky was stroking him even harder now, and she could feel how hot she +was making Jocko's cock. It was actually burning up right in her hand. + +"That's it, Jocko, get hot and hard. That's just the way you are +supposed to get when I'm around you. Whenever I'm near you, I want you +to be hot and hard, just like you are, just like you were that first +time for me. I'll always remember that first time, and I'm sure, in +your own way, you remember it too." + +She brought her lips close to the head of Jocko's cock and kissed it as +gently as she knew how. That made Jocko stir somewhat and that made +Vicky kiss the head of his cock again, and this time with a little more +pressure, but just a little more. + +"You felt that, did you? Well, feel this." + +And she kept kissing the head of his cock, over and over, and harder +and harder each time. + +"I'll bet you feel every one of those, don't you?" she then asked, +pulling away for a second, but only for a second, and for no longer +than that. + +The more time she spent away from his cock, the less time she had to +suck on it. The time she wasted talking about it, she could spend +actually doing it, and she wanted to do it much more than she wanted to +talk about it. Talking about it didn't get his cock in her mouth like +she was doing right then. + +She had the head of his cock in her mouth and she was already sucking +on it with all her might. Yes, Jocko, she said to herself, as her +tongue went wild over the head of his cock, stabbing into the crack, +and rubbing back and forth against that opening, yes, this is what I +like best of all. Your cock in my mouth. Me sucking on you like this. +I've waited so long to do this again, and now I'll never wait that long +to do it again. + +She sucked harder and harder on the head of his cock and then she +worked more of his cock in her mouth and sucked harder and harder on +that. She was running her mouth up and down the full length of his cock +now, and then she was sucking wildly on his balls. His balls seemed to +be as hard as his cock, but then they had the last time also. + +She was more frantic this time than she had been the first time with +him. Much more frantic. She hadn't been this frantic with Jack and +Phil's horse, and not with Chris' horse. Only with Jocko could she feel +this way, and not with any other animal; horse, dog, or whatever. + +Jocko was real to her because his cock was real to her. And now it was +so very deep in her mouth, and down her throat even, and she was +sucking like a wild woman on it. She was going to suck it right off him +if she could. She certainly wanted to right then. Suck it off, keep it +hard like this, and just carry it around with her. Maybe mount it in +her room. Someday, when Jocko had to die, that was what she meant to +do. She would have his cock mounted and she would keep it in her room. + +That just made her suck on him all the more, and she was grabbing at +his balls as she did this. My beautiful Jocko, she said to herself. My +very beautiful Jocko. How really big you feel. You feel even bigger +than you did when I first began to suck on you. Your cock is growing +right in my mouth, and my sucking is making it grow, isn't it? + +Now she bore down for what she knew would be the final moments just +before he erupted in his gushing orgasm. And he would gush even more +than he had that first time she sucked him off like this. He would gush +out gallons and she would swallow it all down, and what she didn't +swallow down, she would lick up later. + +She had been right, and as she had known she would be. Bearing down on +him like she did, her lips closing in tight around his hot, throbbing +cock flesh, she could feel him start to come. It seemed like a dribble +at first, and then it was followed by the gush that came right +afterwards, and filled her whole mouth, and spilled over the sides of +her mouth. + +It was running down her chin, neck, and tits, just like it always did +with her. Like she always wanted it to do. + +She liked feeling his cock like this all over her body, and not just in +her mouth. This way the outside of her body could experience the same +sensations that the inside of her body was experiencing. It would burn. +Her skin on the outside of her body would burn, and her whole insides +would burn. + +This burning sensation--or sensations as they sometimes were--was what +made it all worthwhile. That plus everything else it made her feel. And +when she felt that he was just as hot as she was, she felt even better +about what they had just done. + +His come was still shooting out of the crack in the head of his cock, +and she was still drinking down just as much of it as she could, +letting the rest of it run down all over her body, just like she had +been doing all along. She felt herself quivering inside to the point +where she fell away from him. + +His cock just hung loose in front of her, but all she did now was look +at it. "That's some piece of slimy cock you got there," she said out +loud. "Yes, that sure is. I could lick that hard piece of meat all day +and all night, and one of these days I'm going to. Just see if I +don't." + +Then she did lean forward again, and she licked all the slimy come off +him; after all, it was her slimy come on his slimy come that was all +over his cock like that. She wanted to get some more of it in her mouth +before she was through for this session. After all, tonight was going +to be the big event. Tonight she would actually get his cock inside +her. + +She remembered Chris' horse--the only horse's cock that had ever been +in her--and she remembered how good it had felt once it was inside her. +Jocko's cock would feel even better than that once it was inside her. +It would feel like twenty cocks. She just knew that it would. + +"Rest up, Jocko," Vicky said, getting to her feet, "we're going to have +some night, you and I. They won't be able to walk away saying they +didn't get their money's worth. We'll certainly give them that, and I'm +sure we'll give them a lot more." + +The smile came over her face and she went over and lay in a corner of +the stable. She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. She had a +dream about Jocko, and it was quite similar to Beatrice's dream. It was +also quite similar to Tom's story about that girl. Actually it was +similar to a lot of things that she could think of, and which she did +after Beatrice woke her up in the middle of it. + +"I was dreaming," she said to Beatrice as she rubbed her eyes. + +Beatrice laughed, and then stopped her laugh short. "I could tell that +by the look on your face just before I woke you. I knew you were +dreaming about tonight or something connected with tonight. Maybe you +were even dreaming my dream." + +"It was certainly like it in many ways," Vicky said, letting Beatrice +help her to her feet. + +Without warning she pressed right into Beatrice and kissed her full on +the mouth. She got her arms around Beatrice and squeezed her tight and +then got her hands under Beatrice's dress and down under her panties +and right on her ass. She rubbed Beatrice's ass with a hard, circular +motion, and then she began to finger Beatrice's asshole. + +It was just when Beatrice went to do that to her that Vicky pulled away +just as quickly as she had started the whole thing. + +"That was just a sample of something you might get in the future if you +did everything I told you," Vicky said, "and did them right. They have +to be done right." + +"Of course they were," Beatrice said, still suffering from what was a +blatant rejection to her way of thinking. "After all, it was my dream, +and I know it better than even you. I even had that platform built. +Just like the one that was in my dream. You'll see that I didn't forget +one of those little details you told me to do before." + +"Are they betting on me or Jocko?" Vicky then asked. + +"On both of you," Beatrice responded. + +"Did you bet my money on me?" Vicky then asked. + +"And my money and James' money," Beatrice responded. "We'll really +clean up if you win. And you're right. It is more fun to win money than +to just have it when you want it. I can feel it even before we win it." + +"I knew you would," Vicky said. "Well, it's almost time." + +"Should I lead the horse in for you?" Beatrice asked. + +"Hmmmm, I wonder about that?" Vicky seemed puzzled all of a sudden. +"Should it be you or someone else? I think maybe it should be a man." + +"James?" Beatrice asked. + +"No, not James," Vicky spouted off without even giving it a second +thought. "I think it should be Phil. Yes, Phil. He helped me once +before with his own horse, and he can help me again. Go get a jockey +named Phil. He was that one we first saw with that old man. The first +two people we saw when we got here. Tell him what I expect of him, and +tell him firmly. He's afraid of his own shadow, and he'll be afraid of +you if you talk to him firmly." + +Beatrice walked out of the stable again. Vicky began to think if she +should go out naked, or with her clothes on. It was a shame she didn't +have that white outfit she had worn in Beatrice's dream. That would +really look like something. + +It didn't really matter all that much though. All she needed was her +body and Jocko's cock. That was all. Anything else was unnecessary, no +matter how nice it might have looked. + +She looked outside and saw that it was starting to get dark. She saw +Phil come in the stable right then. She smiled at him and then walked +quickly past him and outside into the night air. All the people from +the track were formed in a circle down a ways from her. Laughingly +almost, she surveyed the crowd and then started through it as the +circle moved apart so that she could get to the extreme middle where +the small platform was. She didn't even look at any of the people. She +just lay down on her back on the platform and let her legs dangle over +the sides. + +She had her legs spread wide apart and her cunt was wide open because +of that. + +"Just look at that pussy," she heard someone say. "She can fuck +anything." + +"Anything but a horse," someone else said. + +"Want to place a side bet on that?" the first voice said again. + +"Don't mind if I do," the second voice replied. + +Then she didn't hear anything although everyone around her was talking +to one another. Her thoughts about Jocko's cock blotted out anything +else than might interfere with the memories she had already. She would +have more memories after tonight. More things to remember whenever she +thought about that huge cock. + +"And I'll think about it often," she whispered under her breath. + +Even though she didn't really have to since no one would have been able +to hear her above the noise they themselves were making with their +chatter, she preferred to keep this opinion to herself. + +Then she heard Beatrice's soft voice next to her ear. Beatrice was +right next to her and leaning over her. "I know you're going to come +out of this okay, and that's not what I'm concerned about though. I +want you to fuck him for the both of us, okay? Will you do that? It was +my dream, and I deserve something out of it." + +Vicky shut her eyes and was quiet for what seemed like the longest time +to Beatrice who was patiently waiting for her answer. An answer she +really felt would be another one of Vicky's rejections. I better get +used to her rejections, Beatrice said to herself bitterly, I'll be +getting a lot more in the future. A lot more. + +Finally Vicky spoke up. "Of course I'll fuck him for the both of us, I +was going to anyway. You see, you were wrong this time. I didn't reject +you like you expected me to. And I didn't do that because I knew you +expected it." + +She gave that funny laugh of hers. + +"Tell Phil to bring Jocko now," she said out loud so everyone could +hear. She had shouted it at the top of her lungs and everyone had heard +her above all their own noise. They stopped talking and looked at her. +They were spellbound by her naked body. They all wanted it for their +own. To fuck and to do whatever else they wanted to it. + +"She was here before," she heard someone say. "I got a hard-on the +minute I saw her. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, and I still do +for that matter. I'm sure I'll spend the rest of my life wanting to +fuck her." + +"So will the rest of us," another voice said. + +They made way for Phil and the horse and Phil brought the horse right +up to the edge of the platform. Vicky could feel Jocko licking the +bottoms of her feet. Everything he does feels good to me, Vicky said to +herself, feeling Jocko's tongue flick up and down the bottoms of both +her feet. + +The platform was right between Jocko's legs now, and he was moving up +alongside of her body. His underside brushed against her thighs, her +hairy mound, her stomach, and her tits. When they brushed against her +tits Vicky could feel both her nipples get rigid and stay rigid. + +She could feel his cock hanging down from his body and pressing into +her stomach. She grabbed hold of it in both hands without having to +look at it or for it. With something this big, you just had to feel for +it. You just had to sense it. And you could each and every time like +she just had. + +Vicky pressed Jocko's cock into her stomach harder, and she raised +herself off the platform somewhat and pressed her stomach against his +cock as hard as she could. She pressed the head right into her belly +button, and that felt so good, and she began to move it around against +her belly button in a circular motion. + +She could feel the strings on Jocko's cock and she smiled to herself. +Beatrice certainly had remembered everything, hadn't she? Every single +thing. Not a thing was missing except for that white outfit, and of +course it wasn't Beatrice's fault that she couldn't get that item. + +Vicky was now stroking the head of Jocko's cock, and she was stroking +it as gently as she knew how. This will really get him, she thought. +I'm sure he loves this as much as I love doing it. He really does. And +thinking that, she kept it up for a few more minutes before she moved +her hands farther down on his cock. + +She was lifting her hips off the platform now and she was getting his +cock right between her legs. She was rubbing the head of his cock back +and forth on her clit. That made her quiver inside and it made her +start to squirm. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet with her sex +juices already. + +Her cunt lips were really wet when she rubbed the hard cock against +them. Actually she had been doing that right along since the head of +Jocko's cock was so wide, and she wasn't that wide across. She was +pressing into him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. She was +rotating her hips in one direction and moving his cock in the opposite +direction. + +That created all kinds of sensations inside her. Sensations that filled +up her body and made her shake even more and squirm a little more. +Inside she was already a mass of quivers. Inside she was already +overflowing with her cunt liquids. They were flowing right out of her; +almost gushing out of her. + +Now she eased the head of his cock into her cunt. That seemed to fill +her up already. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get him all in, and then +she would lose the bet. No, she said to herself, you will get all of +him inside you. You will. Not because of the bet. No, not because of +that. You'll do it for more important reasons than that. Much more +important reasons. + +She could hear the people start to clap. They were clapping rather +softly and rather timidly. They're all afraid to make me do what they +are dying to see, she thought to herself. They are really afraid to see +it. + +"Clap louder," she said, yelling like she had that one time before. +"Clap louder or I'll stop right now. You wouldn't want that would you? +No, I'm sure you don't. You want to see this, and I want to do it for +you. Now clap louder or else I'll just get up and walk off right now. +Did you hear me?" + +No one said a word, but they all began to clap as loud as they could. +They clapped so loud and so hard and so fast that their hands hurt them +in no time, but still they kept right on clapping because they knew +what would happen if they didn't. + +"That's it," Vicky said, easing another inch of Jocko's cock inside her +until she could feel the second piece of string, "now you're clapping +the right way. Keep it up though. The minute you stop, I stop. And you +don't want that. None of you here wants that. Not even my husband. He +wants it more than all of you put together." + +Then she didn't say another word the whole time. She worked around +those first two inches that were inside her, and the fullness that she +felt, plus the warmth, was making her head spin already. That was just +what it was doing. She could feel her tits heaving up and down so very +fast. + +That's the way to do it, she said to herself, coaching herself along. +That's just the way to do it. She closed her cunt muscles around that +part of his cock that was in her, and she closed them around his cock +just as hard as she could. That made more of her sex juices flow. + +She heard the clapping get louder, and that's when she eased another +inch of his cock inside her. She felt that third piece of string and +again she stopped. Again she began to work on that part of Jocko's cock +that was now inside her. Now it was three inches, and before too long, +it would be four, and five, etc. + +She just knew that she was going to be able to get Jocko's whole cock +inside her. At last she knew that she wanted to, and that was all that +mattered to her. If she wanted to, then she could. It was that simple. +It had to be. She rotated her hips more and more and that seemed to +excite Jocko, not that he needed to be excited. He was that already. + +For some reason she opened her eyes. That's when she saw the leather +strap that was hanging down under Jocko's underside. She could tell +that it went all around his middle like those strings went around his +cock. It was something she could use, like that time with Chris' horse, +when she had raised herself on the stirrups. + +Now she didn't really have to use this strap, the platform did all that +for her. But she would use it because she wanted to. She could make it +feel better that way. She could really hump away on him and really +throw her cunt open wide. She thought of that and more as she grabbed +hold of the strap. + +She pulled herself up on it and she lowered herself down on his cock so +that another inch of his cock went into her. She felt the fourth +string. She felt warmer and fuller now. His cock felt as if it was +expanding inside her. Expanding both in roundness and in length. + +"Oh, please," she said under her breath, "keep feeling like this the +whole time. Let me feel you feel like this the whole time that you are +in me." And she was sure that that was how he would feel the whole time +that he was in her. Now she moved around those four inches like she had +the first three, the first two, and even the very first inch that went +in her. An inch of his cock seemed longer than the inch of some other +cock. + +Now she could feel her sex juices really starting to pour out of her, +and she could feel his cock throbbing away as he got ready to fill her +with his hot, sticky, slimy cream. She could feel it building up inside +him, and she could also feel that it was just busting to get out and in +her. + +The clapping continued. And now it was as loud as it would ever get. +They were clapping with all their might, and they were stomping their +feet, and they were yelling at the top of their lungs for her to take +the whole cock inside her. That was what they wanted now. They wanted +it all in her. + +They couldn't take this inch at a time stuff. Not any more. They wanted +her to finish the job now. Get it all inside her and just work out on +it until she was drained or the horse was drained. This is what they +were watching for anyway. + +I think I'll tease them a little more, Vicky said, easing in just +another inch of Jocko's cock, and that was all. Let them really scream +for me to shove it all inside me. And they will soon. Soon enough +they'll be screaming just the way I want them to. And it'll be before I +get another inch inside me. + +As usual she was right about those things. She heard them screaming at +the very top of their lungs for her to shove it into her all the way. +She felt her body relax somewhat, and she felt herself opening her +thighs wider, thus opening her cunt wider. It's amazing how big I am +inside, she thought to herself, as she got ready to take in the rest of +Jocko's cock. + +She knew there was a lot more left, but she always knew that she would +get it all in her. She had done it in Beatrice's dream, and she would +do it now. Yes, she most certainly would. Yes, Beatrice, she almost +said out loud, this is for the both of us. It is indeed for you just +like it's for me. Your dream made it possible, you know. + +She began to grind into Jocko's cock harder and harder, and then she +could feel the rest of his cock sliding right inside her. It went in +her so very fast that it took her breath away, what little breath she +had left. It was like a sharp pointed knife going in her. Yes, that was +just what it was. + +Either that or a hard metal stake. Now it was driven right up inside of +her, and she could feel his bag-like balls slapping hard against her +ass. He was ramming his cock in and out of her, and he was actually +fucking her now. He was actually fucking her as if she was a female +horse. + +You never had a more responsive fuck than me, she said to herself, +humping hard into his groin, feeling it go so far inside her on every +inward stroke. It seemed to split her in half, and she thought she felt +her whole body getting ready to explode. And that was just what she did +feel. + +She really did feel as if her whole body was going to split into a +million pieces and just go flying off in all directions at once. Watch +out for my pieces, she felt like yelling at the audience that was more +frantic now than before. They were seeing just what they wanted to see, +what they had wanted to see right from the beginning. + +Vicky really had teased them beyond the breaking point, and that was +why they were now acting this way. They were mad people. They were +animals. They were grunting and groaning as if it was them that was +fucking her. Right then every single one of them felt as if he was +fucking her. + +Vicky could feel that and it turned her on to the breaking point. And +now that she was at the breaking point she could feel Jocko getting +more ready to explode. More ready than he was a few seconds ago. More +ready than he had been the whole time. Yes, it's going to happen very +soon, she told herself. + +It was going to happen soon, and it was all going to happen to her, and +she and Jocko were the ones who were going to make it happen. Only they +could make something like this happen, and they were on the verge of +doing just that. They seemed to stay on the verge for the longest time. + +Vicky could feel herself still building to her climax and she could +feel her whole body going soft inside. Her cunt was so sore that she +thought she would never be able to fuck again. He was stroking her so +hard inside, and he kept stroking her harder and harder inside. + +That hard, burning cock flesh of his was making the inside of her pussy +burn more than it ever had before, and that was because it was burning +so much. It was burning to the point where she thought it would go up +in flames almost. And of course she felt the very same way inside. + +He came into her first, and that sudden jerk, and that first gush of +come, sent her flying in space. It went right through her whole body +once, and then it went through her whole body a second and a third +time. Then on came his come, and that did the exact same thing. + +That seemed to go all through her, and she was flying higher in space. +This must be what it's like to be high on drugs, she thought. I got +there with them. I can get there anytime that I want to. And I'm sure +I'll want to many, many times. She felt her own orgasm then, and that +shook her as much as his orgasm had. Her own come seemed to go all +through her also. + +There was a steady stream of come pouring out of his still very hard +cock, and she tried to keep as much of it inside her cunt as she +possibly could. Naturally she couldn't keep it all inside her cunt. +There was just too much of him. She felt his come dripping down her +thighs and under her ass. + +His sticky, hot cream seemed to be everywhere, and even places where it +wasn't. Where she knew that it wasn't. It didn't matter though. She +could feel it in those places as well. She could feel it all inside +her, and all over the outside of her. It was burning her flesh up. + +Inside, it was making her quiver so much that she didn't think she +would ever be able to stop. Of course, she didn't want to stop either. +The people seemed to have died on her, but that was because they knew +that she had had an orgasm and that Jocko had had an orgasm. Now they +waited to see who would be drained first. + +Vicky could feel herself getting quite limp, almost to the point where +she felt like she was going to black out. She didn't though, and she +was amazed by the fact that she didn't. She was already set to lose the +bet now. It didn't matter one way or the other. + +What really mattered was what Jocko had just done to her, and what he +was still doing to her. Nothing else but that made any real difference +to her. Certainly not some stupid bet that she hadn't cared about to +begin with. That was just an excuse, a reason to do what she had done, +and what she was still doing. + +Now she knew that she would never need an excuse to do anything with +Jocko anytime. She had all the reasons in the world for doing what she +knew she was going to be doing from now on. They would take Jocko back +first thing tomorrow, and she would drive him. That way, she knew he +would get back. + +Jocko's cock was still exploding inside, and then the last of his come +just dripped into her. She yelled at him to leave it in her as if she +really thought that he could understand. + +"No," she finally said at the very top of her lungs so that everyone +could hear her--even though that had not been her intention, she had +only wanted Jocko to hear her, and he didn't seem to hear her at all, +"No, Jocko, stay deep inside me where you belong. Stay in me, Jocko. I +want more of you. I want much more." + +She kept yelling that over and over, even after Jocko was no longer +inside her, and even after he was no longer hard enough so he could get +back in her. Everyone stared at her in total disbelief. She had taken +all that from that horse and now she was begging for more. She was +actually demanding more, and wanting more. How could that be? + +Vicky could feel herself getting dizzier and dizzier. They didn't see +that though. All they saw was her trying desperately to grab for his +cock so that she could get him back inside her. That was all they saw, +and to them, that was all they had to see. She had won. She had +outlasted the horse. + +Vicky was really beside herself when James picked her up and carried +her back to the stable. All the other people paid or collected their +bets, and then drifted off to their own rooms to dream about what they +had just seen. Beatrice collected all the bets for James, herself, and +Vicky. It came to quite a bit. + +James had put Vicky in the bed and then he left her there and went +outside where Beatrice was standing with all the money in her hand. She +wasn't counting it just yet, and instead she was just waving it about +in the air above her head. It wasn't the money that excited her though. + +"It happened the same way that it did in my dream," she yelled, knowing +full well that he didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking +about. That was one little detail she had left out, and probably the +only one, but it was most likely the most important thing she could +have told him, and didn't. And she didn't plan on telling him now +either. + +"She did it for the both of us," she then said, and with that she +collapsed on the ground on her knees. She could feel the rocks digging +into her soft knee caps and cutting her, but she didn't have the will +or the energy to get up. She had used it all in that one last yell. + +James just looked at her and shook his head. + +"I know it can't be the money that's got you this way," he said. "How +could it when we've had so much of it all our lives? No, you actually +thought it was you the horse was fucking. And you can feel him still +fucking you right this very minute." + +Beatrice just nodded her head. + +"I thought as much," James said, picking her up off the ground. "You're +just like her now, or she's just like you. It's hard to tell at this +point just who became this way first. I know I can't tell, and I'm not +even going to bother to." + + + +Chapter 9 + + +James then carried Beatrice into the stable, first lifting her high in +his arms, and then going right through the open stable doors. He took +her in the small room where Vicky was in one bed and already asleep, +and he lay Beatrice down in the other one, and she was asleep before +her head hit the pillow. + +James watched them both for a few minutes longer, and then he went back +outside. First he took a look at Jocko who seemed all done in. He had +to laugh at that, and he patted Jocko on the flanks before he went +outside. It was pitch black out and it was more than just chilly. + +James felt a sudden chill and then he felt a slight degree of fear, +although he wasn't exactly sure just what it was that he was supposed +to be afraid of. Not being able to think of anything, he drove the +thought, and even the fear from his mind. He had more important things +to think about and worry about than some unknown fear. + +He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what +he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked +the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he +had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more +than once. + +Finally when he reached the car--and it seemed like it took him a full +hour to get there--he opened the door and climbed in the back seat. He +lay down full length in the back seat, and before he knew it he was +asleep. And then, before he was halfway through his dream, a hand was +shaking him awake. + +It turned out to be Beatrice. + +"What time is it?" he asked, + +"I don't know," she responded. "My watch stopped, and I haven't +bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough." + +"How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he +was. + +"Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word +because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact, +she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess +she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that +track ever since. She looks good on a horse." + +"As good as she looks under a horse?" he asked. + +"Probably," Beatrice replied, adding nothing further because she could +sense his bad mood. + +"That horse could have fallen on her and killed her," he said, not +knowing if he was angry because it hadn't done that, or just mad at +himself for wanting it to happen, and yet glad that it didn't. + +"I hear some queen or something died like that," Beatrice said. "I read +it in this history book that told about the sex lives of royalty. This +queen, or whatever she was, loved horses, and she wouldn't let anything +else fuck her. Nothing or no one at all. She just liked big, ugly work +horses though and not racing horses. The bigger and uglier they were +the better she liked it. She said that they had bigger cocks than all +the other horses. Anyway, she was going at this one horse, and she had +this contraption set up where the horse was almost standing up on his +back legs. She was riding him good with everything she had when the +cables broke and he just fell right on top of her and killed her. They +don't tell things like that in the average history book. You have to +look for those things, and I did. I'm glad I did too." + +"I'll just bet you are," James sneered. + +He was now out of the car and he was standing up straight on his two +feet. His heart felt as if it had been stepped on, and his mouth felt +dry, and his legs felt a little shaky, but other than that, he was more +or less awake. + +"I still say she could have gotten killed and I don't think that people +should let those things happen," he said, raising his voice more than +he intended to. "It is downright perverted, and it means that she's +nothing but a pervert. And a race track pervert at that." + +"You knew that when you married her," Beatrice said, feeling she had to +defend Vicky. "You forced her even. She didn't force you and you know +it. If you don't like what you got, it's too late to cry about it now. +You made the original choice, and now you just have to live with it the +best way you can." + +"I could always divorce her," he then shot back at her like the angry +child he felt like right then. "I have ample grounds and I have plenty +of witnesses." + +Beatrice looked at him and laughed out loud, almost splitting a gut as +she did so. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You won't +divorce her and you know it. You divorced the other two when you found +them in bed with me, but you wouldn't divorce her if you found her in +bed with me." + +And James knew he wouldn't. No matter what he said, it was all just +talk. Somewhere, deep inside of his being was a spirit, a wraith that +needed and wanted all of which he now so openly condemned. 'Pervert' +and 'perversion' were words to throw, open defenses of himself for all +the world to see but only words. 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