Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

It was this last licentious act as much as anything which brought Laura flying shudderingly upward towards her own magnificent climax. She could feel every last nerve and sinew in her body begin to shake and sputter, and she closed her eyes tightly, muttering heatedly: "Oh no… stop… get away… oh… oh… don't stop… oh God… I'm going to… oh no… no… ooooooohhhhhhhhhh…"

She jerked her pelvis forward as her entire body began shuddering mindlessly from head to foot. A deep, rasping gurgle of happiness seemed to be ripping her throat apart, and her lungs and belly with it. She wanted to cry out for happiness, to scream, to leap up into the air. The great happy feeling in her churning loins was like nothing she had ever experienced in her entire life. A lust-heated wash of cum echoed from her vaginal walls to gush down over Rover's ardently lapping mouth. A steel spring uncoiled in her stomach, spitting out through the burning center of her cunt as Rover licked and nudged her blazing clitoris without pause. The feeling was a combination of drowning and being born all over again amid a shower of stars. All of her loins seemed to open up like a flower under the heat of a tropic sun. It was as if there was a small sun inside her going nova, and she groaned lavishly, devoured by pleasure, her cum painting Rover's snout white.

In the film, the scene faded on the depraved extravaganza, the subjugated teenage beauty and her tired animal lover twitching fitfully in a post-orgasmic sleep.

But Laura was no longer in any condition to take note of the lewd motion picture on the screen. She was mewling and sobbing with uncontrollable happiness as Rover licked her to completion. Her pelvis shuddered upward into his face and the tides of her orgasm threatened to carry her off.

Even as her exhausted and happy flesh quivered downward from the majestic heights of her climax, the lighting in the room slowly rose. She found herself panting for breath, a delirious relaxed and happy smile plastered foolishly across her face. At her side, Cleonora was watching her with a penetrating stare. Laura wondered how much she had noticed, but then on the other hand she couldn't bring herself to care overmuch. She felt soooooo nice that she just wanted to roll over and go to sleep. Her drugged and fuzzy, lust-satiated brain was in no condition to consider any other possibility.

And then Rover drew his head out from under her dress and she saw his grinning face. In an instant it came home to her with great force what a terrible thing she had just done, and all the happy pleasure residing in her body suddenly evaporated like coastal mist before a firm sea wind.

Oh Lord! I let that – that animal – make love to me! Lick me! I'm lower than he is!

Cleonora ran her hand tantalizingly over the young blonde housewife's shapely calf, but Laura, now horrified, jerked it away.

"Did you enjoy the film, dear?" asked the older woman who she had formerly thought of as her friend. "Would you like some more to drink?"

Laura was about to answer, when she looked around the room at the rest of the gathered assemblage of the Park Palisades Women's League. A window had been opened on one side of the room, and one of the high red drapes fluttered in the fresh breeze from the ocean. A modicum of her senses was returning and certain things came clear that had not been clear before. The air, for example, was full of a sweetish-tasting smoke, the aroma of which was not all that bad, although cloying. With the motion picture screen quiet and empty, and the house lights coming up slightly, the rest of the audience was cast into a somewhat disturbing twilight relief.

And what they were doing was positively mind-bending.

Laura clutched her throat with terror.

For there, before her very eyes, were women engaging in lewd behavior with their German shepherd pets in a manner denounced by every moral and written law. Behavior so obscene that she could scarcely recall ever even hearing it mentioned before in her entire previous life.

There were women sucking on animal penises, and women with massive dog-cocks sticking up their rectums, and women and dogs engaged in daisy chain orgies which seemingly had no beginning nor any ending. The entire room seemed to be caught up in a monstrous lewd sideshow the like of which could not even have existed in Laura's imagination prior to this moment.

And she had been so careful to conceal her own wantonness beneath Rover's lashing tongue!

Her gasp at the amazing sight before her was quickly followed by the breaking out of goosebumps and lavish perspiration all over her shivering young body. On one level her mind wanted to reject what she was seeing – on another she knew that she had no choice but to admit that she was a witness to this incredible scene. Or go mad trying to deny it.

"Cleo – Nora… I… I think I'd better go home…" she managed to say chokingly, her voice broken and irregular. She pushed her hands down into the large, deep cushion she was sitting on and shook some of her long blonde hair out of her eyes, her full breasts heaving with a deeply felt emotion and no small hint of fear. But what was she afraid of? Debauchery, drink, seduction of the innocent – herself? She didn't want to know any more about the world. She had had quite enough.

"But darling," murmured Cleonora huskily, close to her small, shell-like ear, "you haven't even begun to enjoy the evening. You're not going to tell me that you didn't enjoy what Rover did to you, are you?"

"Well, I… you didn't…"

"Remember, you can't lie to me. I was here the whole time and heard and saw everything. And I know that you loved it. Why can't you admit it?"

"I-I…" The drug and passion-weakened young blonde gazed around the room at the involved, undulating women and their dogs. Many of them had opened the tops of their dresses so that the dogs could lick their firm and ripely budded breasts. Others were doing things so obscene that Laura didn't even know what to call it.

Now that her stupefying affair with Rover had closed, and the film was no longer on the screen, Laura could hear them as well. The room was thick with the chorus of their sighs, groans and mewling of one kind or another. Dogs were wagging their tails with pleasure; their mistresses were wagging other things.

"Admit it, Laura. You enjoyed yourself tremendously. You loved the feel of Rover's tongue licking through your cunt. Tell me I'm wrong."

Laura's brow wrinkled. She tried to straighten her sitting position but the pillows were so deep that it was like trying to right a canoe going through six-foot waves. In any case she was able to bring her legs back together again. Within the core of her being glowed a molten coal of partially fulfilled desire, and she knew it was there. She would have to deny it. "Cunt?" she asked innocently through her bright blue eyes. "What's a cunt, Cleonora?" But, of course, as soon as she said it, she knew exactly what her dark-haired neighbor meant. Where else had Rover been licking?

Cleonora clapped her hands girlishly and exclaimed. "Well, you are innocent, aren't you! – Why, your cunt is down there between your legs, dear!" Cleonora indicated the spot.

"Oh." Laura felt very foolish.

Cleonora smiled patronizingly and put her arm around her beautiful young charge. She laughed lightly and glanced in back of Laura to where Mark was approaching from the projection booth. He gave her the high sign to indicate that he had gotten Rover and Laura on the special high-speed nighttime film and she nodded in approval.

"I-I think I'd better be going home, Cleonora," the bewildered young blonde said weakly, trying to stand up. But right behind her came Mark Franklin, grabbing her wrists to give her the start of her life and hold her fast. She gasped and tried to draw away, but he was too strong for her.