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.