Don Russell - The dog ballers

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's 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.

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.