Don Russell - The dog ballers

"Happens every time," he murmured wearily, as if he could read her mind.

"Why not?" she asked. "After a workout like that, why not?"

"Glad we fucked?" he asked gently.

"Mmm-hmmm!" She felt herself glow. "Oh, my, yes! Jim, Rocky was right! How come it took us so long to get around to it?"

"Damned if I know. All I can say is, we're lucky as hell we ever did break the block!"

She nodded slowly and gazed at him. "That's right! We might have gone on forever without knowing how dumb we were!"

She heard Bonnie's voice in wildly excited, strangled exclamations. The tall blonde hung upside down against Rocky's belly. Her butt was against him, and he had her thighs locked under his arms so she straddled him, her feet thrust behind him and up. He was bent, his mouth pressed to the writhing woman's pussy. Myra peered closely; his cock looked limp and slack.

"Jim!" Myra whispered. "She sucked him until he came!"

"Sure did," Jim replied. "But she's getting her turn now!"

Bonnie clutched at Rocky's ankles. Her hair tumbled past her arms and dragged on the floor. Rocky's head bobbed as he chewed at the glistening, pink pussy. Bonnie's hips jerked erratically, and she groaned and gasped continuously.

Myra watched with fascination as the other's belly tightened and began to leap.

"Ahhh-Ahhh-Aghhhhh!" Bonnie yelled, a low, undulating cry of satiated desire. "ROCKY-ROCKY-ROCKY!"

Rocky drove his face deeper into the churning, steaming mounds of flesh and savaged her with his mouth. Her legs sawed frantically and her toes splayed. She quivered in the grip of a vicious tremor. Her mouth was distended and her eyes bulged. Then she quieted.

"Oh, Rocky!" she said in a muffled voice. "Oh, Rocky, we really showed each other, didn't we!" Rocky grunted and eased her to the floor. She extended one arm to him and he raised her to her feet. Sagging against him, she stared thoughtfully toward Ward. Rocky glanced at Ward and Leanne and grinned.

"Looks like they made it before we finished," he remarked.

Leanne lay against Ward, his arms tightly clasped around her. As if she were asleep, she had her cheek pressed to his chest and her eyes closed. Her legs dangled limply on either side of the chair, and it appeared that she was still impaled on his cock.

Jim pushed Myra further onto the table. His cock slipped out of the enveloping heat of her cunt as he did so, and she grunted in disappointment. She was dismayed at the realization that she had secretly hoped he would remain as he was until he recovered his hard on. While he fumbled at the knotted stockings, she puzzled over the implications of her continuing lust. She had known for a long time that she had a greater capacity for sex than Rocky; one or two orgasms in a night seemed to do him in, while she could absorb all the stimulation he could give her and still long for more. But she had believed the weird game they had played this time would drain her.

Instead, she was already a bundle of raw nerves begging for further satisfaction. She let Jim help her off the table and stood quietly while he massaged feeling back into her arms. The skilled touch inflamed her, and an occasional brushing contact with his body drove daggers of need through her. The intensity of her reactions alarmed her; when Jim released her tingling arm, she bolted through the door into the night.

The breeze of the afternoon had died. The air was still and mild, and the landscape had a ghostly appearance under the slanting rays of the nearly full moon. The brush was black, except on the side facing the moon, where it was a soft, silvery hue. The shadows had no halftones, and the moonlight washed out the texture of the ground, hiding depressions unless they were deep enough to fill with shadow.

She heard Jim's startled shout and Rocky's gentle urging.

Without pausing, she called over her shoulder. "I'll be back in a little bit. I'm all right."

She fled along the path to the beach, slowing when the footing grew rough, then sighing contentedly when she felt the coarse sand against the soles of her feet. She crossed the sparkling beach to a low, flat table of rock. As she had expected, the sandstone still held the heat of the day, and she flung herself onto it and turned over to lie staring at the moon.

"What is it with me?" she asked uneasily, as if expecting a reply from the silent moon. "Is it something about you? Does a full moon really make people get primitive?" She knew that was ridiculous. "Hell, you're full once every month! I don't get this way every time. So why now? How come I don't feel like I had enough?"

She gazed along the soft contours of her body. Her pubic hair created a jumble of fine shadows; instead of looking nearly blonde, it looked like a lacework of silver filigree over a pool of black. She caressed the sides of her clitoris tenderly and moaned.

"What difference does a reason make?" she asked herself. "I'm still hot, and that's all there is to it."

She heard a scuffing sound and sat halfway up. Soldier padded across the sand toward her, sniffing as he came. She laughed throatily.

"Oh, it's you! Why the hell didn't you knock?"

The great dog stopped and raised his head. He appeared to study her, and she tensed as she recalled how little desire he had shown to accept their friendship. As if secure in his prior interest in Pulsegate, he had seemed barely to tolerate them.

Her momentary concern faded, however, when Soldier simply continued to observe her. She decided he was unlikely to attack, since he had neither growled nor barked.

"Besides," she remarked, "why should you get mad at me?" She sat up and stretched deliberately, twisting herself as if performing for Rocky. "After all, now that you're here, I can pretend, can't I?"

Half in fantasy, half in defiant mockery, she dropped back to the warm, gritty surface and posed. The dog was only a dog, she reflected. Posturing meant nothing to him. But he was a male animal, and she could pretend. Safe in the knowledge he wouldn't respond, she could fantasize to her heart's content. Maybe she could work off some of the excess erotic drive by imagining.

She rested her ass on the edge of the rock and sprawled on her back, arms outflung. The sandy surface had a pleasingly harsh feel to her back. She squirmed sensuously and pampered herself by permitting low moans of enjoyment to slip past her throat.

She felt the fur at the side of Soldier's head brush the inner side of her knee.

"Well!" she exclaimed, glancing along her belly at him. "Curious about the pussy smell? Go ahead! Sniff!" She giggled. "It isn't exactly the same, but if a male wants to nuzzle my pussy, it's fine with me."

He sniffed. Her butt flinched at the first contact of the wet nose with her labia, but she chortled and steadied herself, straining her knees apart. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd ordinarily submit to, she assured herself. A woman just didn't let dogs go around sniffing like that. But tonight was different. Let him sniff.

To her startled delight, he licked tentatively.

"Oooh! You going to give it a bath?"

The tongue stroked along the rounded surfaces of her labia in slow, measured caresses. She could feel the barbed surface straightening and cleaning the hairs of her cunt and stripping dried residue from the underlying skin. The sensations were amazingly pleasant; thrills of excitement pierced her with each stroke.

"Hey, all right!" she exclaimed softly. "Mmmm! That's pretty good!"

He seemed to be intent on collecting the remnants of her earlier sexual encounter. Having apparently removed the traces from one location, he tongued another and another. The outer surfaces of her vulva were soon exhausted of whatever he was interested in, and his tongue wedged its way along her slit, gently stroking the tender inner membranes.