Chapter 4

Soldier was especially gentle as he stripped the thick wetness from the fluted lining of her cuntmouth. The sensations were exquisite, and Myra moaned softly and continuously. Her entire pussy quivered and ached with delight, and she found that her hips were still, as if in a paralytic trance. But her shoulders twisted, first one rising, then the other. Her belly knotted and relaxed repeatedly; she was on the verge of orgasm, and she knew that her excitement and position were combining to make her cuntmouth gape.

The skilled tongue, impossibly flexible, narrowed and probed through the thick rim to scoop at the copious fluids in the neck of her vagina.

"Omigod!" she said with a deep groan. "Omigod, Soldier! You're fucking me with your tongue! I can't stand it!" But she ground her butt against the gritty rock and strained her thighs apart while new, gut-deep waves of pleasure churned within her. The tongue extended, exploring the deeper folds of her passage while its sides rasped in her cuntmouth. No previous experience had prepared her for the weird, fierce excitement the internal scouring produced. She rolled her head restlessly from side to side and chewed her lip. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath, and her breasts surged to the heaving of her chest. She sensed a creeping numbness in her fingertips and clutched more tightly at her elbows. The characteristic knot in her gut hardened and throbbed, and she knew she was on a springboard that was going to launch her into orgasm.

Soldier thrust deeper with his tongue, rooting at her with his muzzle to reach even more remote folds of her vagina. The hard external pressure triggered her climax. Her soft moans turned to a loud, surging, continuous cry.

"Unnhhhh-Unhhh-UNNHHHH!"

She thrust her cunt onto Soldier's nose and swayed while ferocious contractions convulsed her. Waves of delicious excitement washed over her, and vibrant jolts of pleasure wrung her guts. She felt a fine layer of perspiration breaking out on her body. A tremor seized her taut thighs and spread to the rest of her body, shaking her savagely. And when Soldier reluctantly accepted the fact he had scooped the last of her cunt-juice out and withdrew his tongue, she continued to writhe happily. Her spasms subsided slowly.

She lay in a state of warm, misty semi-awareness, the luxury of orgasm lingering in euphoric afterglow. The tumult of sensations quieted, but her twat still throbbed, and she let her knees weave gently back and forth while she extracted the utmost from her satisfaction.

Soldier heaved himself up to plant his forepaws at either side of her waist, against her tightly-held upper arms, and she laughed at the way he loomed over her.

"I'm all right," she reassured him contentedly. "Did I worry you with all the noise and wiggling around? You're a lot smarter than we thought!" She was touched by what she took to be his concern.

He appeared not to be totally convinced. As if trying to arouse her from her lassitude, he hugged her with his forepaws and shuffled closer. She chuckled lazily at his efforts to gain greater leverage so he could help her sit up. But his restless concern was causing careless contacts; she felt something touch her cunt and thought he had accidentally come too close in his attempt to get her up.

"Okay, okay," she murmured. "You go ahead and try to make me get up. Know what? While you do that, I'm just going to pretend for a minute that you're trying to fuck me!"

The notion amused her. A perverse impulse to tease him seized her. She rubbed herself against the smooth point that prodded the floor of her slit. The sensation was delightful, even though she did feel she was being unfair to him. She realized how effective the teasing was when she felt his pumping motions. The hard point danced and poked at her, and she laughed softly.

"Good thing I'm not fooling around on my hands and knees," she remarked. "You might get that thing in, if I were. God! Wouldn't that be gruesome!" It did seem unkind to carry the teasing too far, she reflected, but she couldn't resist the temptation to see how he would react when he finally had to admit to himself that he couldn't make the connection with her.

He was really trying, she conceded. "There!" she exclaimed. "Pretty good! You've got the tip right in the mouth! If you were built right, you could get it all the way in!"

The light jabs changed character without warning. He lunged with his hindquarters and drove the sharp-tipped cockhead through the tight mouth of her cunt.

She gasped and jerked. "Jesus Christ! I didn't think you could even get it that far in! You're really trying, aren't you!"

His haunches pumped vigorously. To her slowly dawning horror, his cock sank into her, inch by inch. She was startled and enraged. She jerked her knees together to kick him off, but the best she could do was to clasp his flanks between her thighs. With growing anger, she struggled to free her arms. His belly pressed heavily on her lower abdomen and his forepaws clutched her arms just above the elbows, hugging her upper arms close to her ribs. His weight and hers bore on her forearm and held them securely against the rock.

"You sneaky son of a bitch!" she yelled at him. "You knew it all the time! You think you're really going to fuck me! LIKE HELL YOU DO!"

At the moment, though, she had to admit that her prospects of preventing him depended on prompt, drastic action. She hooked her insteps against the fronts of his hind legs and tried to lever him off. But he felt as solid as if he had been rooted to the ground. Her failure brought a surge of unmixed terror.

"GODDAMN! GET OFF, YOU BASTARD!"

His rump continued to lunge, and his cock drove rapidly inward. Even in her rage, she was conscious of the overwhelming pleasure the stiff organ was giving her and found herself jerking her hips in unison with his thrusts. That awareness struck her violently. In desperation, certain that her only hope lay in freeing her arms, she flung her legs around him to lift her ass. Locking her ankles, she squeezed.

The effort betrayed her. The hug crushed him into the saddle of her crotch and slammed his straining cock to nearly its full depth in her cunt. She sank into the irresistible delight of the sensation and jerked fiercely again and again, temporarily unable to combat the involuntary responses that endowed her legs with such savage power.

She felt a hard, thick bulge jam against her cuntmouth, its pressure shooting wild streaks of desire through her. Angry but helpless to stop herself, she jerked harder with her legs. As if at a critical point in the penetration, Soldier's forepaws tightened and tugged at her with vicious force. His rump snapped forward, relaxed and repositioned itself, then smashed forward again. She felt her cunt stretching gradually, wedged further and further open by the incredible bulge. Still unable to override the involuntary impulses of her body, she squeezed frantically, her calves bearing on the brute's back like bars.

There was a sudden sensation of relief as the bulge popped through her cuntmouth and lodged in the neck of her vagina. It produced a noticeable pressure on the inner wall, and as she sagged in the aftermath of her effort, she sensed the fact that the pressure was increasing.

Soldier's cockhead had made the inner end of her passage stretch far beyond its normal position. The pointed instrument had intruded among organs that had never before been jostled by a cock. She sobbed aloud in frustration and shame, hating herself for having displayed such bad judgment and hating Soldier worse for having taken advantage of her.

"Soldier!" she cried. "Stop it! You dirty son of a bitch, get off! GET OFF!"

He seemed not to understand her frantic commands. His haunches jerked rhythmically and his cock stroked like a piston in her cunt. She was intensely sensitive to the movement of the strange bulge. She was certain it must be the size of a softball; she had no hope that it would ever go through her cuntmouth until it had shrunk. She knew she had felt it continuing to swell after it had popped in. With each of Soldier's thrusts, the knot drove inward away from her cuntmouth. With each backstroke, it banged against the ring of her opening, jarring her and coming to a hard stop. There seemed to be an inch or two of cock between the back of the knot and the bristly sheath, and that rough segment of cock rubbed in and out through her cuntmouth with a devastating effect on her.

Even through her tears, she had no way to fight the powerful wash of sensations Soldier's plunging cock produced in her. She found every protest punctuated by involuntary ones of excitement and unwilling pleasure. She was sick with shame and revulsion, but her body was vibrant with lust and writhing in its respond. She resigned herself to her helplessness, finally, and submitted to the utter degradation of returning the dog's lunges unreservedly. Her thighs clamped against the coarse hair of his flanks and, her shoulders aflame with the sanding of the rock's grit, she smashed her cunt to the base of the great cock every time Soldier thrust inward.

Her voice broken with sobs, and tears wetting her face, she stormed at her assailant. "Goddamn you, Soldier! UNH-UNNHHH! I hate you! UNNHHHH! You win this time; you're the master. You're going to fuck me until you've had all you want. I can't stop you. I can't even keep myself from fucking right back! EEEEE! UNNNNHHH! Oh, Jesus, Soldier! But when I get back to the house, you're dead! Rocky'll kill you, you bastard! UNNNNHHH! AGHHHHH!"

She hardly recognized the significance of the fact her counterthrusts had allowed her to straighten her elbows. Instead of being pinned under her, her hands were now at her sides, and she was pressing them to her taut asscheeks. Before she was conscious of her movements, she raised her arms and clutched the thick hair on Soldier's chest. His forepaws no longer clasped her upper arms, but clamped tightly at her waist.

Having surrendered to the inevitable fucking, Myra permitted herself the perverse excitement of studying the grotesque contrasts of the scene. She had a beautifully proportioned body, and she knew it better than almost anybody else. Her breasts were youthful and firm, with a hint of matronly fullness. Her waist was slender, and her belly was flat when she stood, but caved in when she lay on her back. Her hips swelled gracefully, and her thighs tapered in long, soft lines. Now, she saw the pale smoothness of her gently rounded flesh shimmering where the moonlight bathed it, and black where Soldier's bulk shaded it. Her thighs gleamed where they lay against the darker, shaggy coat on Soldier's heaving sides. And her hands looked childlike with her fingers half buried in the huge beast's coat.