Don Russell - The dog ballers

Ward's face appeared abruptly above hers. He bent over her and gazed hungrily. "Jesus, what a woman!" he exclaimed softly. "Why the hell didn't we ever try this before?"

"You're saying that to make me feel good," she mumbled through clenched teeth. "Ward? Aren't you disgusted with me, the way I'm acting?"

"Disgusted! For Christ's sake! Why should I be?"

"But I'm just like a whore! I mean…"

"Bullshit! Wouldn't find a whore squirming around like you are!"

"Really, Ward? You don't…"

"Most exciting kind of sex I ever got tangled up in."

He pressed his mouth to hers. With a gulp, she caught at his lips. They were wet and thick, and their warmth sent a glow racing over her. She sucked greedily at them while her body leaped and twisted. His tongue came out; she drew it deep into her mouth and opened her jaws widely. Ward probed at the inside of her mouth and the tip of his tongue thrust into the arch of her throat. It was the next thing to getting fucked, she reflected. It was mouth-fucking, and it ought to be called that instead of all the other things they called it. His tongue was an oral cock poking deep into her oral cunt. The mixing of their saliva was the copious eruption of jism, and when she swallowed it, desperately, it was inconceivable that she wasn't swallowing gobs of semen.

The erratic, fluttering stabs of pleasure that had made her squirm changed to hard, driving jolts. Her excitement had suddenly become an all-consuming passion, and she felt her muscles jerking powerfully. At the small of her back, convulsive twisting pulled fiercely at her frame and raised her. Her asscheeks hardened and relaxed spasmodically, bouncing on the cushion. Her widespread thighs swung vigorously inward and outward while Jim's thumbs worked their way continuously deeper into her slit.

She stared fixedly at the strong, male jaw that blocked her vision and gulped feverishly at the thrusting male tongue. In her passion, she regretted suddenly that she was sucking at Ward's tongue instead of mouthing his cock. Powerful waves of affection overwhelmed her with desire to make everybody feel as good as she felt.

A persistent throbbing above her pussy captured her attention. Distractedly, she tried to identify the feeling. At last, she realized Rocky was rubbing the soft layers of flesh that surrounded her clitoris. Even as she isolated the delicious rush of sensation, she felt Jim's fingers groping at the rim of her cuntmouth.

She wondered fleetingly if a woman could be overstimulated – if the separate waves of pleasure could reinforce each other so intently as to overload her nervous system and destroy her. The thought died almost as soon as it arose; she felt too terribly good to waste effort on doubts. She had lost the power to respond to distractions, but could only react to the surging flood of excitement.

Jim's thumb drove suddenly and brutally into her cunt, his knuckle stretching her cuntmouth and the webbing between thumb and forefinger pressing hard on her anus as his fingers clutched at her ass.

"YEEEAAGHHHHH!" she shrieked, the sound bubbling around Ward's deeply thrust tongue.

With new ferocity, she sucked at the thick tongue and tensed her thighs to drive her cunt harder onto the harsh intruder. Rocky stripped back the hood of her clitoris with the fingers of one hand and stroked the side of the throbbing organ with those of the other. The waves of pleasure that had washed her turned to violent, hot walls of sensation so intense she could no longer tell whether she felt excitement or agony. Her body was completely out of control; she thrashed mindlessly on the cushions, wrenching at the nylons as she rocked from side to side…

A great tension gathered abruptly in her belly, its heat a buzzing vibrancy that erupted into tremors she couldn't quiet. She felt as if she were vainly trying to engulf teasing organs at both ends; she was trying to swallow Ward's tongue, her own tongue dragging wildly at it, and to pull Jim's whole hand into her aching cuntmouth.

Hard, fierce contractions seized her vagina and she rocked to the savage rhythm of orgasm. After a bare moment's reluctance to the idea of reaching a climax, she flung herself into it in a paroxysm of delight.

"Mmm-mm-mmmm!" she grunted heavily into Ward's mouth with each contraction. Her body caught the tempo and jerked in a great spasm each time a new contraction caught at her cuntmouth. She was vaguely conscious that Bonnie and Leanne were timing their greedy sucking to her spasms. And the terrible intensity of the clitoral massage continued to drive the force of her orgasm higher.

After what seemed an eternity of tossing in the grip of her pleasure, her responses collapsed. The rubbing at her clitoris became sheer torture, and Ward's tongue seemed to choke her. She struggled frantically to free herself from the intolerable sensations, panic gathering as her helplessness overshadowed everything else.

As if sensing her growing terror, Ward drew back and Rocky took his hand away from her clitoris. She sagged, thankful and spent.

"Omigod!" she whispered. "Omigod, I came so hard!"

Bonnie released her nipple and straightened. Leanne sucked for a moment longer, then she, too, backed away. Jim's thumb stayed in Myra's cunt, and she startled herself by squirming gently on the embedded digit.

"Unh! I didn't mean to do that!" she exclaimed with a sense of wonder. "What the hell's wrong with me?"

Rocky came around where she could see him. "Puss, you're grade A!" he told her feelingly. "Christ! We've never done anything as exciting as this!"

"Brrr!" she shivered. "I'm scared as hell, honey! You guys are making a savage out of me!"

"Huh?" He looked pleasantly curious. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, honey! I feel awful!"

"Hurt? Mad?"

"No! All sex! Oh, God, I must be a nymphomaniac! I'm almost as excited as I was before I came!"

"Want to go again!" Rocky beamed, obviously understanding what it was that was troubling her.

"Yes! Oh, honey, I'm awful!"

He laughed. His voice shook, and she stared wonderingly at him as realization dawned that he was having difficulty controlling himself.

"Honey!" she exclaimed. "You're…"

He nodded and grinned self-consciously. "I'm damn near ready to explode!" he admitted. "Look, let's not be a bunch of chickens! We've got a good thing going!"

Myra tensed. She knew what her husband was getting at, and she had a sinking certainty she would jump at his suggestion. "Honey?" she whispered.

"Why not all the way?" he asked, words tumbling eagerly. "How much more intimate can it get?"

"Oh, please, honey!" she protested weakly, fighting the urge to scream out in support of Rocky's proposal.

"Why not, puss?" Rocky stared into her eyes.

She was certain he could see her longing behind them. With a low moan of desire, she let her lips tremble and returned his stare with sick hope. He seemed to shake off what little doubt he'd had.

"Come on!" he said sharply. "What the hell are we doing standing around with our clothes on!"

In a sudden flurry of motion, the three men and both women jerked their clothes off. Myra stared, wild excitement tearing at her. To her surprise, Rocky's cock looked shorter than either of the other two. It was thick and powerful-looking, and she trembled at the memory of the way it filled her, but Ward's was longer, even though not quite so fat. Jim's frightened her. He was slender to the point of boniness, he should have had a skinny hard-on. Instead, he reminded her of a horse. His cock was easily an inch longer than Ward's, and she was positive it must be as thick as her wrist. Perversely, she had a sudden hunger to be impaled on the grotesque instrument.

She gulped. Such a desire must be a kind of disloyalty to her husband, she thought. With a deep groan, she turned her head and shut her eyes. The need for Jim's cock was a horrifying kind of sickness. But she heard Rocky's voice, tight and hoarse.