Every once and awhile he would make a sound. The look on that dog's furry face seemed like pure pleasure. I didn't know dogs could express like that. I sat down on the floor, my legs tucked beneath. The dog that had been licking Angela put his nose in my crotch, sniffed, and then started licking. I moved, still sitting with my arms straight behind me, palms down, and opened my legs wide. It felt so good! His tongue seemed able to twist into every crevice, right into my vagina and up to my cock. When he licked my cock, I went ballistic and let out a loud, "UhhhAhhhhhh!"

Angela reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder. That was it, my cock erupted. I shook and yelled and spurted and I swear that dog licked up and savored every drop. I looked up and saw Angela smiling down at me. She blew a kiss at me before closing her eyes, enjoying the pleasure Barry was still giving her. I was going to get up but the dog before me had other ideas. He jumped on top of me, pushed my back down on the floor. My hands went up and grabbed his sides. I felt his cock probing. He wanted to fuck me!

I couldn't resist so I moved until the tip of his cock was against my pussy lips. He pushed and gradually worked the tip in. I pressed upwards with my hips and slowly started bucking. This caused his cock to go way in and eventually his knot entered me. While it really filled me up and had the most incredible feeling, I did not feel that we were locked together.

I could have separated at any time. Which I wanted to do - not! I was having the time of my sexual life here. If only my girlfriend could have seen me and tried this! The dog was really getting into it. He started to fuck his cock rapidly in and out of me with that incredible high speed I saw before. I held on, keeping his hind quarters low so it wouldn't pull out. I had never been fucked like that before, that fast and insistent. All kinds of love and sex have its place, and this was something else. I did not feel grossed, guilty or crazy. At that moment I was pure lust and being hammered was the most important thing in the world.

I felt all of the dog's cock inside of me, sliding rapidly in and out. Then something unusual and wonderful happened. The dog pushed his cock hard into me and it felt as if my vagina literally grabbed onto it and twisted it, making sure it was snugly fit. I could feel my internal muscles literally milk that dog's cock. Somehow I was fucking his cock from the inside.

He was still trying to fuck, but not as rapidly as before, more like insistent pushing, pushing, and pushing. That was it, I was gone. Another orgasm hit. It was a giant, wave after wave of sensation, on and on and on. At least that's how it felt, although it may not have been that long. I think my cock erupted, too, but I wasn't sure and I didn't care. At the same time the dog started cumming, squirting into me with every pulse of his amazing cock.

I think I howled as loud as the dogs that morning. I had read that dogs cum for a long time, in slow squirts. This didn't seem to be happening. He was cumming more than any man I'd ever known, it seemed as if he wouldn't stop, but it wasn't slow, it was more like the way a man would cum but it lasted far longer. Another, less intense orgasm washed over me. This was the life!

Soon my attention was broken. I heard the door behind squeak and looked over. Paul had entered. He just stood with his mouth open. Angela saw him, instantly disengaged from Barry and literally flew over. "It's all right," I heard her say gently. "It's all right." She put her arms around Paul and started to kiss him.

In a few seconds, he responded, kissing back. Angela slowly took off Paul's clothes. She kissed him all over his body while doing it, gently, lovingly, running her hands along with her lips. When he was nude, she kissed her way down his chest and stomach and then took his erect cock and began licking the tip. Then she took it into her mouth and began to suck. Paul closed his eyes, placed his hands on her shoulders and began rocking his hips slowly.

My orgasms (oh, yes, plural) had subsided by now and my vagina released the dog's cock. He pulled out and went over next to the other dog and started to lick himself. The other dog became interested and began licking as well. My head was still buzzing from the musk pheromones. Barry was still locked up with the big dog, although they weren't moving.

Barry had his eyes closed and seemed to be just enjoying the sensation. A thought crossed my mind, "This is it. You may not get another opportunity to try it."

I scrambled up and slipped behind Paul. At the same time, Angela released is cock and stood. Angela and I are both taller than Paul. She kissed him on the mouth then, reached around his head with her right hand, placed it behind my neck and pulled my head just over Paul's and proceeded to kiss me. Her left hand went down and I think she must have touched Paul's cock or maybe her own because the both shuddered slightly. My left hand rubbed Paul's ass cheek and with my right I reached around and hugged Angela with Paul sandwiched between us.

That was exactly what I had in mind and I think Angela had worked it out, too. She stopped kissing me, stood taller then spread her legs. She then took Paul's very erect cock and guided it straight into her cunt. It must've gone right in and she settled a bit, squeezing her thighs together to create pressure. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back and made an "uhhhhhh" sound.

I slid both my open palms down her back to her ass and pulled her in. She started to move. My own still-hard cock pressed against Paul's ass crack. I was leaking what must have been plenty of pre-cum - either that or he was wet -- because I had no trouble pressing my cock into his crack. Paul even helped by spreading his legs a bit as if he wanted it.

I pushed my cock in, found his asshole and felt myself slip inside. It felt as if my cock had somehow grown even larger and I had this overpowering urge to push very hard, which I did. Some muscles in his ass seemed to grab my cock, too. All of this happened in a second or two.

Paul had started slowly fucking Angela. They resumed kissing. But Angela's hands were hugging each side of me. They slipped back and she took hold of my breasts. With that I slammed into Paul and began fucking ruthlessly, fast and hard. They joined in.

I had been involved in a few threesomes before but this was different. I felt that sense of power again, that intense feeling centered on my cock which I was hammering into Paul while he drilled into Angela. Harsh words but appropriate for what we were doing. We were all breathing hard, panting, making plenty of noise. Angela could not stop smiling throughout the entire experience.

My cock suddenly slipped through something in Paul, angling upwards, and he yelled, "Yes!" Angela and I pounded Paul. He was literally the meat in the sandwich. I heard Angela suddenly cry out. The moment she stopped moving Paul also stopped. I could feel Paul's ass muscles pulsate, clenching and releasing my moving cock and other muscles inside of him rippling around my cock, the same as my own had done to the dog. He must have erupted into Angela, and she on him.

A few moments later, I shot into Paul what felt like an incredible amount of sperm. Where did I get all of it from? This joint orgasm seemed to go on for, well, it wasn't forever but it felt like an awfully long time. More likely a few minutes. Breathing heavily, Angela slipped off Paul's cock. She looked down at his chest. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again to a little "O" then she placed her hands on Paul's chest and said, "They're beautiful." I looked over Paul's head, down past his neck and saw Angela's hands kneading Paul's small breasts.

He had breasts! Complete with small erect nipples. These didn't look like the vestigial nipples on males but more like small developed female nipples and breasts. Paul was obviously loving it, as well as loving my cock still buried in his ass. He started rocking in time to Angela's hands, pressing back onto me. Angela rubbed her fingertips over Paul's erect nipples.

I heard a groan, looked over and saw that the big dog had finally gotten off Barry. He had collapsed onto the floor on his side. There was this enormous big smile on his face, teeth showing, eyes closed. He was clearly in heaven. He was also in great need for his cock was stiff as a surfboard. Across the room, I saw that the two other dogs had stopped licking and one had just mounted the other.

The big dog that had been fucking Paul backed up to the lower dog and that dog then proceeded to mount the big dog. I had heard that dogs sometimes do this when very aroused, line up in a chain, cock in ass, starting with the one whose cock was in the bitch. I never thought I'd see it. They started that rapid doggy fucking that so intrigues me. I remembered how good it felt.

I pulled out of Paul, went over and crouched above Barry. I knelt down, put my arms around him and hugged, making soothing, cooing noises. He turned over on his back and hugged me in return. I stepped over him, raised myself up and lowered myself onto his cock. My own cock had softened and pretty much retracted back into my slit so it didn't hinder what I was doing.

I leaned down, kissed Barry, and gently pressed my hips down, taking his cock smoothly into me. He groaned. I felt my cunt grab onto it and start milking it just as I had done to the dog and just as Paul had done to me. I then sat straight up, placed my hands on Barry's chest and started moving on top of him. First sliding forward then backwards, then I began to move up and down. As I said before, this type of movement had never done anything for me but since 'the change', it really turned me on and felt magnificent. The cock rubbing inside me was almost as powerful as my own cock sliding in and out of Angela or Paul.

Speaking of whom, both of them had come down to the floor next to us. Paul got on his back next to Barry, Angela on top of him but not astride as I was. Paul's left hand touched Barry's right. She laid down on him, mashing her breasts on his chest. Paul opened his legs, raised his knees as I had done so many countless times and Angela slid her cock into him.

She closed her legs and started fucking steadily. As she did this she turned her blonde head, looked up at me and smiled. I grinned back. Great communication, this. A definite, "I love you. I love this. I love them." And I realized that, yes, I did love them. Aaron was still my first, foremost and strongest love and Angela my second, but these two men were also now part of something special, something wonderful happening to all of us, something that would bring us together as no group of people had ever bonded before.

Chapter Ten: Race Against Time ------------------------------

Now while the rest of my little group was having the time of their lives, please remember that Vargas and I were out on the Antarctic ice shelf on snowmobiles in the middle of a blizzard. Okay, the blizzard was starting to fade, but a good day at the bottom of the world is bad enough when you are out in the middle of it. Since you are all probably reading this for the sex and not my excellent prose, I will bore you with most of the details of our insane dash across hundreds of miles of ice.

It is all pretty much a blur anyway. I mean, you are going almost eighty miles an hour over mostly featureless terrain so not much stands out. Since I don't want to upset animal lovers, I won't go into detail about the penguin rookery (flock, herd?) that we plowed through. I am pretty sure we missed most of them. We lost the other snowmobile and almost Vargas too less than fifty miles outside of McMurdo when he hit a patch of ice that was covering a very deep crevasse.

He somehow managed to leap out of the driver's seat and grab the edge of the cliff before he followed his vehicle into black space. I have to say that his collection of Spanish curse words is amazing. My ride cut out on us less than ten miles from the town, but from there it was a surprisingly easy trek to civilization. I credit our newly changed bodies with helping us survive both the trip and the final hike. While we both felt cold as hell, we never seemed to feel the discomfort that you would have expected in such extreme conditions.

Now as I may have mentioned much earlier, McMurdo is hardly a booming metropolis. It is closer to size and feel to some small country town out in the middle of nowhere. I was confident that we could find our quarry because, quite frankly, there wasn't that many places to search. My hope was that the storm had kept him isolated if he had actually managed to make it this far. If it had, then we could snag him, reclaim the cat and get back to the base.

If he had somehow managed to infect a large number of people, it would become a lot more difficult to manage. My hope that Langdon had gotten lost in the storm was destroyed when we found the cat parked outside of McMurdo's only hotel. I use the word hotel with some kindness. It was actually a small one story building that served as a sort of check in and restaurant with a dozen or so small Quonset huts spread around it.

I remembered reading in my handbook that each hut served as a room with its own small furnace and bathroom. "Hokay, he's gotta be in one of those huts," Vargas said. "Now how we do find out which one with out exposing other people to us?"

I just grinned at him and pulled out my cell phone. He gave me a look that questioned my sanity as I dialed information. "McMurdo, Antarctica please. Yes I need the phone number for the Hotel National please."

After getting the number, I dialed the front desk and asked which room the Langdon party was staying in. After that, it was a simple matter of finding the properly numbered room.

"Amigo there is no way in hell that should have worked. Dios must love you very much."

I just shrugged and jimmied the door using a pry bar from the cat. We shoved the door open and jumped inside, ready for a fight since Langdon had become violent earlier. We were not ready for what we saw. Now as an aside, I have to say that the room was actually very nice. If you ignored the rounded metal ceiling of the hut, it looked like a good priced room back in the states. It had nice carpeting and colorful curtains and a king sized bed that pretty much dominated one wall. It was a surprise to me that someone had spent so much effort on a room that might only be used once or twice a year.

Okay, aside over. When we burst into the room, we saw Langdon laying face down on the floor. From the angle of the body and the way he laid there, I guessed that he was dead. Of course, from the smile on his face I suspected that I knew how he had died. I was distracted from the thought of a man literally fucking himself to death by scene on the bed.

I recognized the woman from the photo of Langdon's wife. She was an attractive woman in her mid-forties with graying brown hair and a nice body that showed signs of exercise on a regular basis. The other girl was much younger, probably about seventeen or so. She had the woman's pretty hair and nice body. Her facial features reminded me more of Langdon so I assumed that she was probably their daughter. I heard Vargas mutter something in Spanish that sounded like "Holy Shit." I seconded his analysis of the situation.

The older woman was kneeling over the girl's head and the girl was hungrily licking at her soaked pussy. The woman was grinding down on her face making loud moans and squeezing her breasts while twisting her nipples. One of the girl's hands was gripping the woman's ass like she was afraid it would escape and the other hand was in between her own legs fingering her slit furiously.