Chapter 5

Myra felt as if her head would explode. An enormous pressure blinded her for a moment. She gritted her teeth. "Leanne! GODDAMN IT, LISTEN!"

Soldier seemed upset by Myra's fury. He whined and jerked backward again, dragging her beneath him. But he stopped when she failed to fall off his cock. Leanne followed, then squatted near Myra's head.

"I'm listening," she remarked. She sounded thoroughly skeptical.

"I... I didn't know!" Myra wailed again. "I really didn't know!" She hated Leanne almost as much as she did Soldier.

The girl sighed. "That's hard to believe." Her voice held a faint note of malicious enjoyment. "Y'know? I've seen a lot of dogs hung up in bitches. Happened all the time on the farm. But I never did see a woman hung up under one." Then, before Myra could retort, she asked with a honeyed tone, "Is he pretty good? Good as Jim?"

Myra gasped furiously. Her cunt throbbed and excitement tore at her, but the snide concern was producing a white heat of resentment. "Oh, shit! Are you going to let me tell you how it happened?"

"Oh, sure! Love to hear!"

Myra could think of no way to describe what had happened without admitting her earlier condition. "After that business on the table with Jim--and all of you--I was so knotted up inside that I just couldn't stand it! I had to get away and get my nerves settled!"

"Like this?"

"LEANNE! NO, DAMN IT, NOT LIKE THIS! But I came down here and tried to let the sound of the surf calm me some. And this damn dog found me! Well, I didn't think... I mean... well, when he started nosing around, it kind of felt good."

"Ugh!"

"Anyhow, it did. And I was just about out of my mind with being sexed up all week. So I let him sniff and even lick. I don't know what came over me. Anyhow, I sort of lay on that rock while he was licking... and... well, when he climbed over me I thought he was just playing. I didn't think a dog could get into a woman if she was lying on her back."

"And you just lay there and let him try."

"Well..."

"And fought like hell after he was all the way in, I suppose."

"Brrr! I tell you, Leanne, it was too late to do anything by the time I realized he could really... could really get all the way in!"

"Anything but enjoy it. I'll bet you ready did like it! UGH!"

Soldier began to drag Myra again. Leanne followed. She watched wide-eyed, revulsion clearly evident in her expression. Myra concentrated on keeping the grip of her legs tight, but she seethed at Leanne's attitude. Leanne was younger, of course, and she had led a somewhat sheltered childhood as one of the daughters of a farm-belt preacher, but Myra detested a holier-than-thou attitude in anyone.

As Soldier's efforts became more vigorous, she had to put Leanne out of her mind. Protecting her own welfare took all her attention. She was so busy clinging to him that she had no time to keep track of the internal pressure. Nor was she able to predict his moves.

Suddenly, Soldier seemed to give up in disgust. He flopped heavily on his side and, when Myra tried tentatively to pull herself off him, he rolled onto his back. She was startled to find herself astride him, still speared by his stubborn cock. She knelt, maintaining slight tension on his cock, and tried to guess what she could do next. But she began to sense an almost imperceptible feeling of friction in her cunt. Soon, she knew she was right; his knot was beginning to shrink, and she was gradually sliding off it.

She cried out involuntarily as the long cock released her. With one foot on the sand and the other knee, she levered herself up and off the dripping organ. Without glancing at Leanne, she started toward the water.

"Where you going?" asked Leanne. "Down to cool off?"

Myra repressed the angry retort that quivered on her lips. "No. To wash off," she finally replied. As she sank into the cold foam, she muttered to herself. "Goddamn bitch! She's got the nature to go with Soldier!" Then, as if a light had come on, she whispered, "I will! I'll fix her wagon! Before we get away from Pulsegate, I'll fix it so Soldier gets a piece of her ass!"

The dog appeared to be in no mood for another fucking when she finished in the surf. He lay in a dispirited heap, gingerly licking his cock while it slowly continued to shrink. Myra's teeth were chattering and she was shivering violently, chilled by the water. She strode toward the back of the beach.

"L-l-let's g-g-go!" she said to Leanne.

Leanne joined her and they returned to the house without further conversation. As they approached it, Myra broke the silence.

"Honey, you won't say anything about... about..."

"About you and Soldier? Listen."

Myra stopped and listened. In the distance, she could hear her name being called. One after another, she identified the voices of each of her friends and Rocky's. She attempted to answer them, but her voice seemed hoarse and weak.

"We're supposed to ring the dinner bell when we get to the house," remarked Leanne. "We figured that would be easier than trying to make everybody hear us."

"Oh."

Pausing at the door, Leanne tugged at the bell rope. The deep tones pealed loudly in the night, and Myra heard faint cheers.

"You won't, will you?" she asked Leanne.

"I've got to! How else can I make them understand why--"

"For God's sake! All you have to tell them is I was down there watching the surf!"

"Well..."

"Please! What kind of a friend are you?" But she suspected the friendship with Leanne was finished. The prim brunette clearly lacked the compassion to believe or understand.

"Well, I don't know..."

When the others straggled in, Leanne did tell them she had found Myra watching the surf and daydreaming. But within minutes, she had edged close to Bonnie, who was preparing hot chocolate, and started whispering. Myra saw an expression of startled incredulity appear on Bonnie's face, followed immediately by one of distaste.

Miserable bitch! thought Myra. Self-righteous cunt! And that's the only word bad enough for her! I'll get that dog onto her if it's the last thing I do! But she mentally corrected herself. No! The next-to-last thing! I'm going to see him dead after that!

She accepted a mug of chocolate from Bonnie. At the other's puzzled stare, Myra glared fiercely in return. Bonnie appeared little more understanding than Leanne. And Myra felt a chill of dismay when Bonnie settled beside Ward and began to whisper. Leanne had already started whispering to Jim, who glanced up at Myra with a sudden gleam of interest. Ward duplicated the expression a moment later. Myra pulled the blanket more tightly around herself and shrank from the speculative stares.

Rocky had been prowling restlessly. Now, he dropped to the couch next to Myra and put his arm around her. "You played hell with the game," he commented with a low chuckle.

"Huh?"

"Sure! We sort of lay around getting our second wind and waiting for you to get back. But when we were ready to cut the cards again, you weren't anywhere to be found."

"Cut the cards! Were you going to put somebody else through that?"

"Why not?" Rocky grinned lewdly. "Man, I like that game!"

Myra gasped as the significance of his words struck her. "I'm back. Are we going to start over?"

"Naw. Too late, probably. Tomorrow, I guess."

Myra wondered dismally if anybody would even be speaking to her by the next day. She huddled in the blanket, her chill refusing to dissipate, and moodily sipped her chocolate. Rocky rose and began to prowl again. Ward had risen, also, and stood in the doorway gazing out at the moon. Rocky joined him, and they moved outside onto the porch.