"The wayward wifes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Grant)

Chapter 5

Patty was watching a game show on television when the telephone rang at one o'clock the next afternoon. She was drowsing in one of Marcia's easy chairs, not particularly concentrating on the flickering TV screen. She hadn't slept at all last night, simply lying awake in the large double bed next to Marcia, staring at the darkened ceiling and reliving in her mind the jumbled events of the evening… the marijuana, the lewd shameless orgy she had witnessed and been part of. The entire time, she had tried to make herself feel low, demeaned, the worst kind of harlot, "A gutter whore" as Tom Jennings, her father-in-law, had called her, but she had felt nothing. It was as if that evening, and all that had happened in that evening, had purged her of all guilt, all shame, all inhibitions yes, even all emotion. She was barren inside now, somehow void of any normal reactions to the totally alien acts which she had perpetrated upon her body and upon her mind in the past two days. She was a shell, a lump of clay, no longer even certain about her previously desperate love for her husband, Larry Jennings; no longer even certain that she cared for him at all, or that she cared for anything. She had moved about the house this morning in a kind of listless daze, causing Marcia to ask if there was anything the matter, answering that there wasn't, she was just not feeling too well, but nothing serious. Marcia had clucked sympathetically, smiled tenderly at her, and left for work. Patty had spent the morning just sitting in front of the television, staring at the rectangular tube, not thinking about anything really, her mind blank.

Now, as she passed slowly toward the hallway telephone to silence its insistent ringing, she was still not thinking, still not reacting. She was only existing.

She picked up the receiver and said hello, and a familiar male voice said, "Is this Patty? Patty Jennings?"

"Well, good afternoon," the voice said, and she recognized it then as belonging to Rick Renault, the graying, leathery-skinned man who had given the party the previous night. "How are you… feeling today, my dear?"

"Just fine," Patty answered automatically and without emotion.

"I'm glad I found you home," Renault said.

“My houseboy found something while he was cleaning up this morning and turned it over to me. I believe it belongs to you."

"What is it?"

"A gold compact," Renault told her. "It is inscribed 'To my darling wife with eternal love, Larry.' Your husband's name is Larry, is it not, my dear?"

“Yes. Yes, it is."

"It must have fallen from your purse somehow last evening. I'm sure you would like to have it back, and I thought that if you weren't doing anything this afternoon you might like to drop by and pick it up."

"Well…" Patty began, and then, "I'm afraid I don't have any way to get to your home…”

"If you would like to take a cab," Renault said, "I'll be more than happy to pay for it."

Patty considered. Why not? she thought, disinterested one way or the other. She didn't really feel much like sitting here in this lonely duplex, waiting for Marcia to come home from work, waiting for night to come, and night to turn into another day, and then into another night, and then into… Oh God, it was all so futile and useless; life was futile and useless, it seemed. It was really funny, she reflected, how a person can change so drastically in so short a period of time…

"Yes," she said at length, "I'd like to come out and pick up the compact, Mr. Renault."

"Rick, please," Renault said smoothly. "I'll send the cab for you directly, my dear."

She hung up and returned to the living room and stared at the television. She thought about changing out of the thin sweater and short skirt she wore, putting on the bra and panties she did not now have on beneath them, and perhaps a dress or something more appropriate for calling, but she didn't move from the chair. The social amenities, proper appearances, how foolish and unimportant they seemed to her now!

The cab arrived ten minutes later, honking its horn out front. Patty went out and got into the back seat, and it seemed that she had just closed the door when they were pulling up before the Renault mansion in St. Francis Woods. The driver tipped his cap, smiling, as he stepped out and opened the door for her; she only nodded perfunctorily and started up the winding red-brick path toward the wide oak front door of the dwelling.

Renault himself answered her ring. He was dressed in a mock turtleneck shirt and dove-gray slacks that matched his precise mustache and wavy hair, and he was smiling charmingly. "Come in, my dear," he said, taking her hand. "You look lovely, today."

"Thank you," she replied, knowing that she did not look lovely, that she only looked tired and harried and defeated. She allowed him to lead her along the marbled hallway, into the study where she had seen Marcia and Frank Harrel orally fucking the night before. The French doors were closed, the drapes drawn, but she was able to look through them in her mind to see the patio where she had permitted Val Robbins to mercilessly pillage her anal passage; and make her enjoy it, she thought perfunctorily. The study itself was very dark, and she noticed without really seeing then that a large 8-millimeter movie projector on a metal stand sat off on one side of the leather couch, and a wide viewing screen had been set up directly in front of it.

Renault smiled at her in his disarming way as they entered and he closed the door, closing off the light from the hallway. The room's only illumination was from a hammered curio lamp which sat on a table near the projector. Renault walked to the table and picked up the gold compact Larry had given her as a birthday present while they were still engaged, and brought it to her, saying, "There you are, my dear. I even had the houseboy polish it for you."

“You're very kind,” Patty said. Her tone was mechanical.

"Not at all," Renault beamed. “Now then, would you care for a drink? I have some fine imported brandy from France, or some excellent Scotch.”

“No, I don't think so.”

Renault steered her gently toward the couch.

"I have something else, then, which you might enjoy," he said. He waited until she had seated herself, sitting rather primly on one of the cushions, and then he moved away, only to return moments later with the same sculptured silver cigarette box he had passed around last evening. He flipped the top open, extending the box to her.

"These are Acapulco Gold, my dear, the finest quality marijuana you can buy. I only use them on, ah, somewhat special occasions."

Patty stared into the box with a faint revulsion. She was about to decline his offer, tell him to take the marijuana cigarettes away, but then something strange and perverse seized hold of her. A part of her brain recalled the pleasant, euphoric feeling the grass had induced in her the previous night, the total relaxation she had experienced, and suddenly she wanted one of the little brown weeds; perhaps it would snap her out of her abject fatalism, at least momentarily, give her a moment's respite from the terrible, utter feeling of desertion, of emptiness which was now consuming her body and her very essence.

She reached out and selected one of the cigarettes, placing it between her lips. Renault smiled, moistening his own lips, touching his gray mustache with the tips of his fingers. He produced a gold lighter, snapped it open and flicked the flint wheel; flame burst upward and he held it to the tip of the cigarette. Patty sucked the sweet, hot smoke deep into her lungs, held it there, released it slowly the way she had been taught the night before. Then she expelled it, inhaled again, repeating the process.

Renault sat down beside her and lit one of the muggles for himself. He inhaled deeply, watching Patty covetously out of the corner of his eye. They sat in silence, smoking in the darkened room, and as the brown cylinder burned down almost to her fingers, to nothing more than a thin ash, Patty began to experience a certain diminishing of her depression. She was feeling better now, yes, she was feeling much better… but not quite good enough. She turned to Renault, smiling a little. "Would it be all right if I had another, Rick?"

"Of course, my dear," Renault said with solicitous enthusiasm. He opened the box again, waiting until she had taken another marijuana cigarette from inside, and then lit it with his lighter.

When that second muggle was nothing but dead ash, Patty was feeling buoyant, almost happy, almost alive again. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the pliant cushions of the couch. She began to giggle softly, for no apparent reason, luxuriating in the coolness of the leather against her neck, beneath her hands. She said between the soft girlish sounds, "You're a very nice man, do you know that, Rick? You really are a very nice man to make me feel this good when I was feeling so bad."

"Thank you, my dear," Renault said. "But why were you feeling so bad?"

"It's a long story," she told him. "A long, long story. I'll tell you about it sometime. But not now, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're a very nice man," she repeated through her rising haze. "I like you, Rick."

He touched her hand, and his touch seemed somehow to cause little tingles of electricity to course up along her arm. She could feel a warmth growing in her belly, and she knew that it was the beginnings of sexual arousal, unwanted arousal that she could not stop. She had a sudden, desperate urge to run, to get out of there, out of that house, away from this man, but then the urge passed and she felt good and warm again, letting the prurient sensations drift downward into her vagina and begin the first flowings of her feminine juices from her naked crotch beneath the short skirt.

Renault continued to stroke her hand, moving closer to her on the cushions until his leg was pressed against hers. He said in a soft, husky voice, "Would you like to see some movies, Patty?"

"Movies?" she asked, her eyes still closed, feeling her nipples harden beneath the thin sweater.

"Yes," Renault said. "Very special movies. Very special movies, indeed."

"What are they about?"

"About love," Renault said. "About love and fulfillment in strange new ways."

"Ummmm!" Patty said. "Yes, that sounds nice!"

"Shall I show them, then?"

"Yes, please do."

Renault released her hand and stood up. Patty opened her eyes, watching dreamily as he moved to where the projector sat. The film was already threaded, ready to be shown, and Renault reached down to flick off the curio lamp, plunging the room into immediate darkness; then he put on the projector, and a square of light danced onto the screen in front of the couch, the projector making a pleasant whirring sound in Patty's ears.

After a moment, a large, oak-paneled bedroom, in full rich color, appeared on the screen. At first it seemed empty, but then a young girl with short raven hair came into view, completely nude, walking slowly toward a wide, turned-down king-size bed in the center of the room. Patty, watching phantasmagorically, marveled at the girl's full, globular breasts, the nipples a dark, rich color against their still darken areoles. As she lay down on the double bed, Patty could see that her pubic mound was covered with a dark, thick thatch of curling down and when she opened her legs in an attitude of complete relaxation, Patty's eyes focused directly on the pink, wetly glistening folds of her fluted vaginal lips with their secret, fully erect clitoris.

She's already aroused, Patty thought, she's very excited. She felt her own juices still flowing, lubricating her entire vaginal slit now, forming little wet pools on the slick leather of the couch beneath her; she squirmed her buttocks against the yielding cowhide, feeling her skirt slide up and the backs of her naked thighs come into contact with the coolness. Dimly, from somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice seemed to be trying to tell her that what she was seeing was not an ordinary cinematic film, was in fact one of those "blue movies" her absent husband had told her about once, the kind they showed at stag parties and smokers, the kind that depicted, in great detail, all manner of lewd and perverted acts. But somehow, the voice never penetrated any further into her conscious mind than that first dim whispering; the increasing arousal of her own body brought about by the marijuana and now the sight on the screen of the young, nubile girl's nudity and the nearness of Rick Renault were all that mattered.

Patty felt Renault slide over next to her, taking her hand in his and putting his leathery face close to hers. His breath was hot and smelled of mouthwash and faintly of sen-sen. He began to stroke her hand rhythmically now, up and down, up and down, and Patty felt her nipples harden into granite chips beneath her sweater.

On the screen, the young girl began to slowly undulate her buttocks, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth slightly parted. She's thinking about her lover, Patty thought hazedly. She's thinking about him making love to her, kissing her and putting his huge penis into those sweetly parted young cunt lips of hers…

The rise and fall of the girl's firm, erect breasts increased with her excitement, with the vision she was experiencing in her mind, and her hips began to rotate faster and faster on the bed. One of her slim white hands left the spread beside her and began to slowly, teasingly, massage her own breasts, squeezing the berrylike nipples with tantalizing movements of her thumb and forefinger. She continued this rubbing, teasing motion for a long moment and then she moved her hand away from her breasts and down through her dark silky pubic fleece, placing the palm flat against her abdomen with the fingers splayed wide in her crotch, playing in the lust-dripping furrow, tickling the throbbing phallus of her clitoris with her middle finger and then sliding it slowly, down to the entrance to her vaginal chamber, dipping it inside, swirling it around inside her deliciously oozing cunt.

Patty's own hips seemed to be moving in time to the girl's and when she felt one of Renault's hands cease its stroking, pull away, and then return moments later to place another of the heady cigarettes between her lips, she did not protest. He lighted it and she sucked slavishly the sick, oddly sweet smoke full into her lungs, held it, exhaled, sucked again, held it… The colors of the movie seemed to inexplicably brighten, to become vividly and richly beautiful, adding perspective to the scene she was witnessing, making the girl seem to be in the very room with them. Patty's own sexual fervor, not intense, almost overpowering, grew attuned to the girl's, so that her hips were flailing in the same mad fervor of motion; she wanted to reach down, touch her own cunt, her own clit, but there was no need for that, no, because Renault's hand was on her leg now, moving upward insinuatingly toward her naked, unprotected pussy! She drew more of the smooth, hot smoke into her lungs, tensing her body, watching the girl on the screen masturbate, waiting for Renault's upward moving fingers to come in contact with her cunt. And then they did, and she heard him gasp as he discovered for the first time that she wasn't wearing any panties. His fingers, crab-like, seized the soft hairlined objective which he sought, digging into the moist warm flesh, finding her clit, rubbing it maddeningly as the girl in the film was rubbing hers. Patty felt delicious waves of passion flood through her at Renault's touch, and she squirmed downward on the cushion, trying to move her insatiable pussy closer to his probing digits. His other hand had left her hand and forearm now and was snaking up across her belly, under the thin sweater, searching out and finally grasping one of her warm, spongy breasts. His breath burst out from between his lips in a ragged gasp, blowing into her ear, sending little ripples of excitement down along her neck. He teased the nipple, rolling it back and forth as he was doing to her clit..

This is wrong, she thought, this is terribly wrong, this man is old enough to be my grandfather! But she made no move to stop his ravagement of her flesh, enthralled by the rapacious lust which had seized control of her being, by the swirling dreaminess of the muggles she had smoked. She sucked in more of the marijuana smoke, feeling the heat of the flame against her lips as it burned down all the way but not caring, reveling in the wonderful, euphoric, aroused state which she was in.

Suddenly, on the screen, just as the young girl seemed at the very point of climax, her hips lashing the bed with insane fury, her fingers working like some maniacal instrument of self-inflicting torture in her open, widespread cunt, a second girl appeared in the view of Patty and Renault. She too was nude, a tall buxom redhead with freckled white skin and large, almost pendulous breasts and a sensuous triangle of sparse pubic hair that was an almost carroty red color, much brighter than Patty's reddish-gold triangle. The redhead walked very slowly toward the girl on the bed, her eyes fastened on the manipulations of her finger in her cunt She sat down beside the young girl, heavily on the bed, and the girl abruptly ceased her frantic climb toward release, her eyes flying open to stare in what seemed to be utter horror at the redhead. She tried to scuttle away on the bed, but the redhead caught her arm and held her, smiling lewdly, saying something to her in what Patty thought dimly was probably a soothing tone. After a moment, the young girl nodded convulsively, and the redhead smiled again and then stretched out full on the bed, opening her slender legs wide to expose her pink little cuntal passage, fringed with the carroty hair, secreting little rivulets of her juices which moistened and sheened the petal-like folds of her pussy. The young girl moistened her lips, looking a little frightened, hesitating; but the redhead urged her on with assuring motions, and finally the girl moved downward on the bed, climbing over between the redhead's widely spread legs. The angle of the camera switched, moved in from the side very close to the girl who was licking her lips with her long pink tongue again, her raven head poised over the flaming slit. The redhead arched her hips, drawing her legs up, opening wider her glistening vagina-and suddenly, the girl's head dipped, dipped hungrily into the moist waiting furrow, the long pink tongue snaking out to flick inside the gently throbbing mouth, lick up along the cuntal lips to locate the large, distended clit. The girl took the miniature phallus between her short, sharp white teeth and began to nibble it as if it was a piece of birthday candy, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her fingers digging into the redheaded girl's upper thighs and pelvis. The redhead flailed her head from side to side with wild abandonment, totally lost now in the salacious lesbian suckings of the young girl in her tremulous, burning crotch.

I wish it was my cunt, I wish it was mine! Patty's drug-fogged brain thought. I wish she was licking and sucking my pussy the way Marcia licked and sucked it the other night, I wish I was that redhead and that Marcia was that young girl… Suddenly her mouth had opened and the same things she was thinking were put to voice, sounding strange and distant in her ears, "I wish it was my cunt, I wish she was licking my cunt, oh God how I wish I she was licking my cunt!"

Renault's hands ceased their pluckings at her crotch and tits, and she felt him shudder against her. "Would… would you like me to lick your cunt, my dear?"

"Yes," she heard herself answer, moaning. "Yes, yes, oh God, yesyesyesyes!"

Renault took his fingers from between her open legs, from her swollen, tender breasts and pushed the short skirt up around her waist, exposing her pubic area to his feverish, salacious eyes. Spittle ran from the corners of his mouth in anticipatory lust at the act he was about to perform upon her. He stared at the juicy, lubricious sight for a long moment and then he pressed forward, turning Patty on the couch, lying her its full length, lifting one of her smooth, creamy thighs and placing it over the couch's back, pushing the other down until her toes touched the floor so that the whole of her passion inflamed pussy was spread magnificently open to him. Then he scrambled backward, positioning himself, and with a gasping cry of ecstasy plunged his head forward, snaking his long, slavering tongue out and ramming it expertly into her cuntal opening as his nose buried itself in the sweetly-smelling fluids of her open vagina.

Patty gurgled delightedly as his hot, long probe snaked into her cuntal passage, and her hands came up to entangle themselves in his wavy gray hair, pressing his face tighter to her desiring vaginal mouth. Wave after wave of fantastic, debauched pleasure rolled over her as Renault sucked and licked her steaming pussy, driving his tongue like a hard, miniature cock deep into her vaginal tunnel, groveling in her flowing liquids.

Patty turned her lust and drug-filled eyes toward the screen once again, and the sight she saw there caused her hands to tighten convulsively in Renault's hair, urging him onward to more profuse sucklings of her passion-drenched slit. The young girl was still wildly mouthing the redhead's cunt, just as Renault was now doing to hers; the redhead's legs were clasped tightly around the girl's neck, locked together there at the ankles to form a necklace of flesh, and her buttocks were upraised toward the ceiling, a lewd offering to the pagan ritualistic act of cunnilingus the girl was performing with lips, tongue, nose, cheeks. But a new dimension had been added, a new character in this cinematic orgy she was witnessing.

A dog!

A giant, sleek greyhound!

The great gray animal was standing at the foot of the bed, having apparently just bounded there, its wide, slavering mouth parted and its long, red tongue lolling wetly out of one side. As Patty watched, it moved forward and began to nuzzle the young girl's waving, undulating rear end. The cold nose startled her, caused her to cease her mad tonguings of the redhead's cunt; but the redhead wrapped her hands in the girl's hair, as Patty's were wrapped in Renault's, and urged the girl onward. She began to lick and suck once again, and the greyhound, tail wagging, lowered its massive head to the girl's quivering, well lubricated crotch, just below the jiggling ass cheeks. Then the dog's long, hot tongue furled out and began to lick the petalled edges of the girl's sweet young pussy, licking upward with enjoyment the full expanse of her crevice, from cunt to anus and back again. The girl was trembling almost mindlessly, her head like a dervish in the redhead's uplifted furrow, and the redhead tossed and flailed and raised her buttocks still higher to the girl's glistening, fluid-drenched face.

"I'm going to… to cum!" Patty cried then, feeling the vortex of her unquenchable passion spiral toward release as Renault's driving, twisting head with its poker-hot, penis-hard tongue jabbing into her vagina worked below. "Oh, yes Rick, I'm… going to… cum, I can feel it!"

Abruptly, he stopped, lifting his head, and she could see her juices dripping down along his chin, see him wipe them away with a quick flick of his pink tongue. "No," he said, "no, Patty, no don't cum. Not yet."

She tried to push his head back to her squirming crotch, but his neck muscles stiffened, resisting. "No," he persisted, "I want you to do something for me first. Will you do it?"

She didn't think to ask what it was he wanted; the only thing for her at that moment, the only world in which she existed, was the seething cauldron of impending orgasm which fired her body. "Yes!" she wailed. “Yes, oh yes anything, anythingggggg!”

Renault, an evil, grotesque, gargoyle leer on his aged face, pulled back away from her and deftly, quickly unzipped the fly on his gray slacks. He jerked his hand inside and brought out his cock, long and thin and faintly wrinkled even in its oscillating rigidity, the head purplish-red in the flickering light from the movie screen and coated with a thin sheen of seminal emission. He held it toward her, as if offering her a great and honored treasure.

"I want you to suck it, Patty dear," he croaked. "I want you to suck my cock while I lick your cunt. That way, we can cum together. Won't it be lovely if we cum together that way?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Lovely, lovely!" But she wasn't really hearing his words in her own total abandonment to the ecstatic pleasures which rippled along and through her body. And when Renault put his hands on her waist, lifting her into a sitting position, and then wormed his own body out full length on the couch, she didn't resist in any way; she was a puppet, and he was her master and she would do as he bid. He raised her up then, commanding, "Lay on me upside down and drape your legs out over the arm of the couch. There, that's it. Now scoot back, dear, so I can taste your cunt again. Aaahhhhh, that's it! Mmmmmmmm!"

She felt his huge, hot, wet tongue slide into her vagina again and she cried out in rapturement. His hands came up over her buttocks, kneading and spreading them as he sucked her cuntal passage, and then she felt his finger probing her anal opening, teasing the sphincter ring and finally insinuating itself into her rectum to the first knuckle. It felt so small, so small in comparison with Val Robbin's huge cock of the night before, but when he rammed the digit to the second knuckle she cried out in pain and joy, the muscles of her rectal tunnel clasping and accepting the invading member. He began to worm it around inside, sending it still deeper, suckling her cunt like a wild man now, making little mewling sounds of delight in his throat.

Patty became aware, even through the insane lustful wonderment of her passion, of the masculine wafting odor of his genitals, of the nearness of his stiff, bloated cock. She remembered his command and she opened her eyes, closed since she had been ordered to lie down over him. She saw the great, slim member then, saw it standing upright in the dancing light like an obscene totem pole erected to some pagan spirit. It seemed to waver before her eyes, and she was fascinated by it, as a cobra is fascinated by the music of a fakir's flute. She reached out hypnotically with one of her hands and grasped it at the base, holding it in the circle of her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it, staring at it. And then she remembered Renault's command to suck him, to take his cock into her mouth. A part of her mind tried to rebel again, tried to tell her that such a thing was wrong, that she should not do for this man what she had never done for her own husband. But the very vile nature of the depraved act excited her even more, and all vestiges of her remaining inhibitions left her. She wanted to suck his cock, yes she wanted to suck this older man's hardened cock, take it all in her mouth, lick it and suck it and give him pleasure the way he was giving her pleasure in her cunt and in her rectum!

With a groan of tormented lust, Patty guided Renault's large, wet, rockhard shaft to her lips. She tasted the faintly acrid saltiness of the seminal lubrication sliming the glans and felt the great bloated head resting against their petal softness; and then she opened her mouth and took the head inside, acutely aware of Renault's burgeoning tongue and driving finger, and her hot moist cavern began to suck slowly, rhythmically, the hard flesh. She ran her tongue wetly around the head, easing the tip into the unseeing eye, eliciting moans of lusting pleasure from his buried head in her crotch. Then her head pumping wildly, crazily up and down, licking and reveling the great shaft between her convoluting lips, wondering with an alien part that she had not known existed in her mind how she could never have wanted to suck a man before, never have wanted to taste a hot, hard male organ in her mouth. It felt so good, so good, oh God she could feel her cum beginning to build inside her again, build and build as Renault tongued her cunt and probed mercilessly in her anus with his finger, and she began to suck him faster and faster, tasting the rigid shaft as it slammed all the way back against her larynx, fondling Renault's bloated, sperm laden balls now, cupping them tenderly in her hand, squeezing them gently, lovingly.

Suddenly, she remembered the movie screen and her eyes flew sideways to look once more upon the technicolor images which danced there. The sight she beheld now was more disgusting and yet more enticing than any she could have imagined. The young girl was still wildly mouthing the redhead's cuntal opening, and the redhead's legs were still clasped tightly about the girl's neck, her own buttocks still upturned high into the young, gleaming face slavering between her legs. But the greyhound had mounted the girl from behind, and Patty could see its huge forepaws sawing wildly at her sides and its large wet, crimson penis standing erect from its furry loins as its hind paws danced on the bed. The girl reached behind her as Patty watched, her hips wildly rotating in anticipation of the soon-to-be invasion of the dog's great prick, and grasped the pink, glistening member firmly, guiding it toward her upturned crotch. She moved her knees out wildly, opening her cuntal mouth in preparation for the greyhound's entrance. Then she had the wet cock of the animal at her vaginal opening, still sucking and madly licking the redhead's churning cunt, and aimed it inside, parted the soft, sparse pubic hair with the tip and managing to insert the slippery head into her squirming passage. The greyhound needed no further encouragement; it bucked forward savagely, driving its large pole deep into her soft pink cunt. The dog's great hairy testicles bounced against her lust soaked pubic hair as it thrust with impossible speed into her, its long tongue lolling out of the side of its panting mouth, its forepaws circling her belly in a tight lover's embrace. The girl's firm, ripe breasts danced a macabre fertility ritual, bouncing up against the redhead's slickly wet buttock cheeks, and her head seemed to be moving in the redhead's furrow almost as fast as the animal was pistoning its animal cock into her cunt from behind.

Patty, driven to heights of lust-pleasure that were unbearable now by the face burrowed in her crotch, by the cock buried in her mouth and the finger buried in her asshole, by the insanely perverted action on the movie screen, knew she was going to cum any second. Little expectant mewls of overwhelming desire gurgled from her throat, past Renault's steaming prick as she began to suck him harder with her soft, warm mouth. He was making sounds, too, in her furrow, his tonguings seeming to be hotter now, more abandoned than before and his balls cupped in her hand were churning as if with a life of their own; she knew his release was only moments away, the same as hers.

He was right, he was right, we are going to cum together, oh God, lovely, lovely, lovely, we're going to cum together!

Her eyes went to the screen again, saw the greyhound jerking into the young girl's cunt with its hot, wet probe faster and faster. Her torso whipped crazily from side to side, and the redhaired woman's head was flailing insanely. They're going to cum too, Patty thought, all of them, all five of us are going to cum together, I never knew there could be such sheer, pure joy in all the universe…

The young girl rammed her buttocks back against the animal with renewed frenzy as her orgasm took hold of her; and then the dog was cumming too, spewing great gushers of molten sperm deep into her belly, overflowing her passage so that rivers of the hot white liquid oozed out from her vagina as it sought to milk every last drop from the dog's great prick, oozed down along the backs of her thighs to form puddles on the bed at her knees. The redhead was climaxing now as well, and she whipped her head up off the bed, holding it stiff, her eyes glazed over and unseeing as her release flowed and flowed and flowed through her…

I'm… cumming… too… I'm… cumming… too… cumming, cumming, aaagghh cuuummmmiiiinnnngggggg…!

Patty's passion-crazed brain chanted the silent words as she felt her own orgasm seize her and render her deliciously, rapturously mindless, sending her into orbit, out far, far into space where no human had ever gone before. She jerked and convulsed, swirling her buttocks into Renault's face, flowing her juices down over his face, inundating it, drowning him. Her lips worked feverishly around his cock, cupping and squeezing his balls, and then suddenly he flexed upward, burying his tumescent shaft to the hilt in her throat and she felt the first jetting spurts of cum erupt along his urethra tube and through the glans opening and into her mouth, filling it. Her throat worked, tightening and untightening as the great tidal flood of semen, of burning cum juice, rushed into her wildly ovaling mouth. She swallowed frantically to keep from choking on his foaming seed, her cheeks hollowing again and again as she drank every last droplet of his ejaculation..

Moments later, all too brief those moments, her climax waned. As it did, she felt Renault's slippery now flaccid prick slide from between her lips with a wet sluicing noise, and she collapsed forward, her head cradled on his wizened thighs, her hands still cradling the soft, now-almost-flat brown sack of his scrotum. Dimly, through satiated, drowsily, marijuana-deadened eyes, she saw the color images again, saw the young girl lying with her wet cheek on the redhead's belly, her eyes tightly shut and a beatific smile on her lips while the redhead gratefully, tenderly stroked her raven hair, smiling a small fulfilled smile of her own. And the greyhound, its tail wagging, licked at the girl's sweat-slick ass cheeks as if wanting to thank her, and the now-still moons, for the great enjoyment of only moments earlier.

Then, abruptly, the film ended and there was only the white square of flickering light on the screen again. Patty's eyes closed, feeling Renault's hands relax on her buttocks, his finger still impaled in her anus but his face now unmoving in her satiated crotch. Moments later, she had fallen into a deep, dreamless stuporous sleep.