Chapter 8

Myra grabbed him; she wrapped her arms around his hips and hugged fiercely. "Not yet!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure he's got to have more rest than this. Don't get off yet."

She wondered how long it actually did take a dog to recover his vitality. She wanted time to digest the significance of the act she had just completed with Ward; she was not yet ready to have to exchange stares with him knowing he would be visualizing their mutual oral play. The queasiness in her stomach needed a few minutes to quiet, too, she decided. The aftertaste of Ward's cum was combining with a few tough strands of the residue to cause her an unexpected period of inner revolt. The trouble was, she reflected, that those few strands seemed reluctant either to go down her throat or come back out.

But determined swallowing disposed of them and the inclination to gag diminished. At last, she recognized her body's oxygen starvation and began to stir.

"Be fun to see Soldier mount Bonnie down here, wouldn't it?" she remarked.

He flinched and she wondered if her malice toward his wife had sounded in her voice. She held her breath, waiting for his response. He squeezed her thighs and gently bit the smooth flesh.

"Sure would! Christ, would she make the sand fly!"

An explosive sigh expressed her relief. "Maybe we could work it," she commented. "Getting her down here, I mean."

"No sweat! Gotta have it ready for her, though."

"How?"

"Come on. I'll show you."

She clambered off him. He scrambled to his feet and caught her hand to pull her up beside him. He led her to a pile of debris that had collected at a bend in the wash. Rooting through it, he appeared to have a clear notion of what he needed. One by one, he extracted two stout chunks of limb, forked, evidently from the scrub oaks that grew further inland on the slopes of the rising ground, a reasonably straight, forkless staff, and four shorter chunks. He trimmed the forks and the staff, breaking off excess growth with a rock slab, then grinned at Myra and started back to the sandy area.

He drove the forked branches deeply into the sand, forks up. Grunting and sweating to work them the last few inches, he left the forks standing above the surface at the level of Myra's knees and laid the straight staff across them as a crossbar.

"Let's see if that's about right," he muttered to her. "Get down on your hands and knees and see where that comes on you."

She stared at him for a moment, feeling her eyes widen. Then, eagerly, she dropped to her knees and rested her thighs against the crossbar. It lay against them just at her crotch. Excitement rising, she bent forward over it and posed on hands and knees.

"Ahhh!" Ward sounded pleased. "Perfect! Hold it there, puss. How about pushing your knees apart about a foot?"

"Okay!" She parted her knees. Her belly pressed against the smooth grain of the crossbar.

Ward quickly thrust one of the short stakes into the sand beside each of her knees.

"Can you rest your weight on your elbows?" he asked.

Myra did so. She felt almost as if she were suspended on the crossbar, her ass upthrust toward the sun. Ward drove the remaining stakes into the sand, one next to each of her elbows, then caressed her asscheeks and smacked his lips.

"By God, that's going to be exactly right!" he exclaimed.

"Dog fashion!" whispered Myra. Neither she nor Leanne had experienced Soldier this way. If Bonnie did, there would be a degree of degradation that would erase all the tight-lipped superiority she had shown at the dog's previous triumphs.

"I'll bet Bonnie's squirming right now," remarked Ward. "She's not stupid; she knows we're going to get her under that dog sooner or later. And her belly is churning at the thought, because she figures she's going to fight it and knows it isn't going to do her a damn bit of good."

Myra sighed. His caress made her glow with renewed desire, and when his fingers brushed her cunt she groaned softly and thrust her ass backward in silent invitation. Pleasure and excitement shook her; she wished Ward would take time to capitalize on her present position. But she realized that Soldier would be recovering from his bout with Leanne and thinking restlessly about taking advantage of the naked flesh around him. If they waited too long, Bonnie would already be on the defensive.

She let Ward help her to her feet, and they left their clothes in a neat pile at the foot of the bank and returned toward the picnic clearing. They found the other four lounging on benches, wet with perspiration and showing the satisfaction of their recent activities.

Rocky glanced up with a grin. "You guys make it unanimous," he observed. "We're turning into a nudist camp."

Myra wriggled, a delicious shiver coursing up and down her spine. "Being a nudist doesn't do a damn thing for me," she replied. "But I like it when there's something else in it for me."

Bonnie and Leanne both giggled hysterically. "Christ, Myra!" exclaimed Leanne. "You have to be so honest about it? We've been trying to keep that a secret!"

"Can't say either one of you was fooling us much," said Jim. "Hell, you got neon signs flashing in your eyes!

Leanne lowered her head and studied her husband through her lashes. She stretched languorously. "Okay, sweetie. Let's stop wasting time. Now that you bastards have had your show, let's get down to some serious fun and games!"

But Myra caught the quick flick of Leanne's glance from the reclining Soldier to Bonnie. She can't wait to get Bonnie in the same position! she thought. God, is she ready to turn the tables!

"Where the hell did you two disappear to, anyhow?" asked Bonnie. "Got some kind of special rutting ground staked out?"

Myra caught her breath sharply. Ward's lips quirked as he shot a meaningful glance at her.

But his voice was light and casual when he replied to his wife, "Oh, a pretty good place. It's got all the makings."

"I suppose you figure you're going to hold out on us. If you think you're going to keep it as a private retreat, Ward Ramos..."

"Okay, okay! Shit, it's not that big a deal! Come on, if you want to see."

No one hesitated. Myra waited for Rocky, squeezing his hand when he reached her.

"You having fun, honey?" she asked in a whisper.

"You bet! How about you?"

"I'm almost ashamed to admit it. But I really am! After all, why shouldn't we share with them? We couldn't ask for nicer people to share with."

Rocky nodded; he looked entirely happy. "Look," he said in a low voice. "We're going to have company."

Soldier was stirring in the clearing they had just left. He rose stiffly to his feet and followed them at a distance.

"Looks like he could use a little more rest," Myra observed anxiously.

"Huh?" Rocky studied her with a sideways glance. "Ohhh!" he whispered. "You and Ward got some ideas about Bonnie and the dog!"

She smiled sweetly up at him. "Why not? Why be stingy?"

"Oh, shit! This ought to be good!"

When they picked their way down the bank, Soldier seemed content to wait. He peered after them, then flopped loosely to the ground and continued to watch from the top.

"Jesus! What a great spot!" exclaimed Rocky softly.

Myra leaned fondly against him and surveyed the wash with him. She felt as if she were seeing it through fresh eyes. The stream course changed direction at the spot. It had eaten into the outer bank, widening the wash to form a broad, even area with a floor of deep, rippled sand. There was ample evidence of the game she and Ward had played there, with confused foot and body prints churning up the sand around the middle of the space. The stakes and crossbar were chillingly obvious, and Myra saw that they dominated Bonnie's attention.

"Looks like you got it ready for me," Bonnie remarked tightly. "Seeing as how I'm it."

Myra tensed; she heard the antagonism in her hostess' voice and wondered if Bonnie were working herself up to calling a halt to the whole experiment. But Ward appeared capable of soothing his wife. He put his arm around her and squeezed, planting a light kiss on the top of her head.

"Got butterflies in your stomach, puss?"

Bonnie grabbed him and clung fiercely. "Oh Christ, yes! Ward, you've got no idea what a woman feels like when she knows she... knows she's going to be totally helpless that way with five people trying to make her come!"

"Scary, I'll bet. We're really going to make you squirm, too! Just wait!"

Ward passed his hand over her side and fingered her lower abdomen. Bonnie shuddered violently; excitement replaced the apprehension that had clouded her features.

"Just hurry!" she whispered. "Hurry, before I get too scared!"

Ward grinned. "You brought the rope, didn't you," he said to Jim.

"Right!"

Quickly, Ward led his wife to the crossbar and pushed her down. She looked puzzled as he positioned her against it. While she was still studying the sticks doubtfully, Ward and Jim knelt on either side of her and pulled her knees apart. In a moment, each had fastened a loop around one of her knees and secured it to one of the stakes below the crossbar.

"Good God!" exclaimed Bonnie. "Now I see! The hell you do!"

But Ward gently forced her forward over the bar. "Elbows," he commented tersely to Jim. "Rocky, give her some encouragement." He winked at Rocky and glanced significantly at Bonnie's back.

Rocky squatted beside the struggling woman. He placed one hand on her back and began caressing her buttocks and thighs with the other.

"Damn it, Rocky!" she shouted. "Cut it out! You're taking my mind off what's happening!"

"Aw, come on," he replied. He stroked her exposed cunt, letting his fingers linger on the silky strands of pubic hair.

She twisted and groaned. "You bastard! How can I defend myself when you're doing that?"

Ward and Jim took advantage of her agitation and soon had each elbow immobilized next to a stake. Knotting the ropes, they reached under her to fondle her breasts. Bonnie sagged and rested the side of her head on the sand. Her face was contorted with excitement and eagerness.

But she complained, her voice strained. "No fair! How come I... UNNNNHHHHH! How come I gotta be so damn undignified?"

Rocky continued to play with her asscheeks, again and again slipping his fingertips onto her cunt. "You have to admit you make a pretty good target this way."

"Mmmmm! Oooo!" She jerked her hips from side to side, rubbing herself on the bar. "Oh, Jesus, Rocky! Yesss!"

Rocky slipped one finger into her cunt and rotated it back and forth while her ass quivered. Myra joined Rocky. She caressed the inner sides of Bonnie's taut thighs, her touch as light as if she were tickling her. Bonnie's knees were firmly snugged against the stakes, but she kicked her feet up and down and sprayed sand with her toes. At a movement on the bank, Myra looked up sharply. Soldier was staring at the scene with obviously quickening interest and had surged to his feet. He slipped over the edge and made his way down the broken path they all had used. In the bed of the wash, he advanced through the sand to nudge at Myra.