"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.