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.
Chapter 6
Patty awoke to the sound of a dog howling in the distance. It sounded like the dog in the film, she thought blurriedly as she looked up at the ceiling.
She frowned, confused. Where was she? It didn't look like the ceiling in Marcia's bedroom, the powder blue one with the single light fixture… no, it was another room in a strange house and there was a different odor. She moaned slightly from the odd situation she found herself in, trying to place the smell which assailed her nostrils like something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned, for her muscles were sore between her thighs and it was hard for her to move them. She lay still until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and full. It was all warm inside, as though a gently implanted coal was there, emitting a non-burning but soothing soft radiance. She let one of her arms fall away from her naked breasts, stretching slightly, and then she froze!
There was something next to her, soft and warm like… like a man's body! She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped open as suddenly her eyes focused on the brown skinned back lying on the couch next to her.
And then it all came back to her!
She clenched her eyes tightly shut from the remembrances. The beginning with Rick Renault's patently false excuse to lure her to his den of iniquity. Then the marijuana, the smoke filling her lungs with intense desires, and then the films, the lewd, perverted movies of the two lesbians and the giant dog, and then her own wild twisting and churning body as it yearned for sexual release. She had succumbed like a harlot of pagan Rome to the rituals of lovemaking, obliterating her inhibitions and prejudices, which were already seriously destroyed by the ordeal of the past few days. And that smell was one of consummated sex which covered both her and the sleeping man beside her after the salacious orgy of the afternoon. Three women, one man and one dog all lusting, all climaxing together! Oh how sick! How wretched!
And she remembered too, the eruption of Renault's aging sperm deep inside her young gullet as she urged him on with her lips and tongue. That white heat in her stomach, the warmth which she could feel so strongly, was from the great pool of hot, white semen that he had emptied into her belly. She had begged for him to do that to her and had urged his own frantic licking and sucking of her vagina with all her physical being like that same sick whore. Nothing could excuse her lapse into uncontrollable passion with the degenerate old man, not even the small excuse of rape as she had had with Larry's father, she had deadened her every sense of righteousness.
She turned to view the naked man beside her, shuddering with revulsion as he shifted his thin, lined haunches. His nude form reminded Patty of an ancient hound dog snoring in the sun… a hound dog of inexpressible evilness which would soon be on the hunt again to ensnare her sweet pulchritude with further debauchery. She slowly, carefully edged her way from the couch, trying not to disturb Renault, lest he awaken and demand more from her.
She slipped quietly to the floor, smoothing the thin sweater and short skirt, then she tiptoed to the door and peered through the open crack into the hallway. All was dead silent, save for the regular heavy breathing of Renault. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute. This was her chance!
She held her breath and opened the door further until she could slip through without a noise. Cat-like, her bare feet barely touching the floor, she continued across the vast house. A board squeaked!
She went rigid, her heart pounding in her chest, but Renault only groaned softly and shifted to a more comfortable position. She continued to tiptoe to the front door, and she pushed her way out to the front porch and down the cement path. A gust of wind blew the door shut with a loud crash. She ran as fast as she could on her tortured and wobbly legs to the street. There was the main street of Portrero not far away. She hoped she could reach it before Renault realized she had fled.
Patty was lucky: a bus was just discharging passengers, and uncaring where it was going, she hopped aboard. The bus hissed and moved away from the curb, and Patty, the horror of the situation over, sank into her seat, a drained and hapless woman.