Don Russell: The dog ballers

"Myra? Puss? Come on, puss, let's really share! How about it?"

She opened her eyes and studied him. "You really do want to, don't you?"

He nodded. His jaw bulged.

"Oh, honey! All right, honey," she whispered, then writhed with shame.

"Jim? You game?" asked Rocky of their friend.

"Okay with you, babe?" Jim asked Leanne.

Leanne's eyes were wide and her expression seemed scared to Myra.

"Would that mean… I mean, would I be…" Leanne swallowed and cringed. "Who…"

Bonnie stirred. "Oh, God!" she said in a low tone. "An orgy! You got the guts, Leanne?"

Leanne nodded wordlessly.

Bonnie laughed, a shrill, nervous explosion of sound. "Ward, you'd like that, wouldn't you!"

Ward growled deep in his throat and stared at Leanne, his eyes narrow and greedy. "Christ, yes!"

Bonnie glanced at Rocky. Myra felt a twinge of jealousy at the way their gazes locked. But consciousness of what she was to get from Jim swept the momentary resentment away.

Without further discussion, everyone seemed to focus on her. Jim loosened and retied the stockings that held her wrists, giving her considerable slack in her arms. She had thought he was releasing her, and when she realized her mistake she objected.

"How come?" she demanded. "How come, Jim?"

He flushed. "Hate to admit it, but there's something about having you helpless that really turns me on! You don't mind that much do you?"

"I… I guess not," she whispered. She knew he would be gentle with her. It would be a little bit like her fantasies of being raped. Maybe she'd like it better than simply making love. "No!" she said, correcting herself. "No! I don't mind!"

Jim returned to her legs. Leaning over her and seizing her waist, he pulled her toward him. By the time her arms were taut again, her butt was at the end of the table. She could feel the hard edge through the compressed cushion. He disappeared from her field of vision and untied her ankles. The weight of her legs arched her back deeply, and she cried out.

But Jim lifted her legs and laid her ankles on his shoulders. She winced as she stared at the huge cockhead that protruded above her pubic hair.

"Dear God, Jim! Will it go in?"

He grinned broadly. "Shall we find out?"

"Yes! Omigod, yes! Please!"

He seized the bulky shaft in his hand and pushed down to force his cockhead to the level of her cunt. She felt the bulging dome settle into the depression around her cuntmouth, the thick wetness of her cunt making the contact slippery and fiercely exciting.

"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Jim! Push gently!"

He leaned against the rigid cock. Pressure mounted at her cuntmouth and she felt her rim stretching as it slid outward before the wedging action of his cockhead.

"Oh! Ah! Push, honey, push!" she pleaded.

The pressure continued to increase. The rounder cockhead settled deeper and deeper into the gulping embrace of her cuntmouth. She opened her mouth wide, as if that would somehow help her cunt to stretch. As the huge cockhead continued to open her, she began to be afraid she couldn't hold its full diameter. But there was an abrupt relaxing of the taut rim and she knew she had taken him.

"Jim! OH, JIM, DRIVE IT HOME!"

He swung his hips forward smoothly. His shaft plunged into her. The massive cockhead plowed the length of the spongy barrel of her vagina. She felt gloriously full. Her throat seemed to swell sympathetically, and she thrust onto the plunging shaft as if to engulf it even faster.

"AGHHH!" she cried out in ecstasy. "UMMMMM! OOOOO!"

His pelvic pad slammed against her distended cunt to flatten soft tissues and impale her on wiry strands of his pubic hair. He bent forward, forcing her legs back over her, and grabbed her tits in strong hands.

"OH! EEEEE! FUCK, YOU SKINNY BASTARD! FUCKME!"

Jim laughed. He dug his fingertips into her boobs and crushed the base of his cock into the elastic pad of her cuntmouth. "Right on, babe!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Let's fuck!"

But Myra held her hips motionless. The initial shock of fullness had faded, leaving a delicious, stuffed feeling, and she allowed herself to wallow in pleasure. The pressure at her cuntmouth seemed to spread in ripples across her pussy and along her thighs. She was conscious of the prickly contact between her asscheeks and the fronts of his bristling thighs, and of the sweaty pressure of his shoulders against the backs of her ankles. Her boobs throbbed, and her gut churned around the deeply buried cockhead.

Giddy with pleasure, she twisted to see what her husband was doing to Bonnie. To her horror, she discovered that the tall blonde had sunk to her knees and clasped her arms around Rocky's thighs. Her mouth was over the end of his cock; there was nothing to be seen of the enormous cockhead, but Bonnie's lips encircled the shaft behind the awesome rim and her cheeks caved in rhythmically as she sucked.

A great tremor shook Myra; only in her wildest fantasies had she let herself imagine doing such a thing. But excitement hardened her belly and puckered the inside of her mouth. When she had sucked Ward's tongue, she had wished it were a cock. Perhaps she had reached a point where she could thrill someone that way. She was struck at her husband's expression of bliss.

She noticed that Ward had dropped onto one of the straight chairs, sprawled with his legs extended and one ankle crossed over the other. Leanne straddled him, her boobs jouncing and her hair a shimmering, blue-black cloud around her head as she pumped herself up and down on his long cock.

Her own cunt tightened involuntarily, and Myra gasped. "Jim! Oh, Jim! Don't wait any longer! Let's fuck, honey!"

His hips began to stroke back and forth. She felt the brutal cockhead pumping the length of her vagina, her organs jostling around it, and the heavy, slick shaft washboarding her cuntmouth. Great shivers of pleasure caught at her, and she jerked fiercely at the loops that held her wrists. Gulping and sobbing with excitement, she used the leverage of her legs to add a pumping motion of her own. Her pussy battered against the root of Jim's cock and huge waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Jim… Jim, darling… harder! FASTER, JIM! HARDER!"

"UNH! UNH!" Jim grunted as he smashed against her. He released her boobs and gripped her thighs.

She surged back and forth on the cushions before his blows. Her boobs swayed drunkenly, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Fiery sensations flooded her pussy, and the core of her gut seemed to be melting around the continuously stroking cockhead.

"HONEY!" she cried out. "Honey, I'm going to come! I'M GOING TO COME!"

The first contraction clamped her cuntmouth fiercely on his shaft before she had finished warning him. Staring wide-eyed into his sweat-covered face, she saw a fleeting expression of surprise, then a swift, savage flare of intense joy.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Oh, shit! What a squeeze!" He jerked her to him, flattening the swollen membranes of her cunt on the steely bristles of his pubic hair. His cock pulsed with jerky twitchings. Suddenly, she felt a sharp blow against the inner end of her vaginal passage and a hot pool began to grow inside her. She felt pressure waves as her vaginal walls milked the jerking cock. Her orgasm shook her like a rag doll, and she mumbled incoherently. The room seemed to spin around her, growing brighter and dimmer with her spasms.

The intensity of her orgasm increased with a rush, until she was ready to panic. Then, without warning, the tension began to subside and her faintness passed. She ground her hips, rubbing her pussy on his straining groin. The distinct boundaries of his orgasm faded; maybe the early heat had dropped to her own internal temperature. She became aware of the inevitable softening of the giant prick, and sighed regretfully.