Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

But then why was she enjoying it so desperately? She was confused. If all these things were so wrong, why was she loving it so? Her pussy was all worked up and wet, and she clenched her thighs tightly together to stop the furious itching, but that only rubbed her cuntal lips against one another and made it worse.

"Look at her masturbating," Mark said over his shoulder to his sultry brunette wife, making Laura bite down hard on her lips, her face flushing deep crimson right up into the roots of her hair. "She's one hot little cunt, all right."

"I am not!" Laura protested blurtingly, disintegrating with shame.

Mark grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face down into the bed, delivering her a resounding smack on her naked white buttocks. Laura groaned into the bedding but she couldn't deny that his slap sent a fierce quiver of desire shooting into her already wildly aroused loins.

"That'll teach you to yell at me, young lady. Obviously you haven't had enough. Well, by the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us to let you fuck and suck." He looked over at his wife, who was smiling luridly, her eyes half shut from liquor. "What do you think, Cleo? Is she ready for a little mind-blowing?"

Cleonora nodded. She put out her cigarette. Outside, the wind was blowing savagely, nestling the trees and knocking the seas about. Laura felt all choked up. For just a moment she felt like throwing up; the air in the room was stale with the muskiness of their sexual debauchery. She hated herself and she wanted to leave now in the worst way. And yet at the same time her body felt more alive, more sensually aware than ever before in her young life. A prurient curiosity had sprung up in her – despite the fact that she wanted to leave, she also wanted to stay and see what was going to happen next. Sounds of revelry and overheated lust echoed through the floor from the orgasming study down below. She was burning to see what was going on down there.

Mark grabbed her by the arm and lifted her from the bed. Cleonora quickly took up her other one, and they guided her towards the bedroom door, with Rover getting up and following on their heels.

"Where… where are you taking me?" the young wife said in a small wan voice, not a little afraid.

"You're going to the dogs," said Mark.

Baffled by her own lack of cogent resistance, Laura allowed herself to be taken downstairs. Mark and Cleonora gripped her upper arms as she stumbled along, but she would have gone anyway, she was so intimidated. Occasionally Rover's smoothly-furred body brushed against her leg, sending a thrill of well-remembered ecstasy through her shivering body. How could she possibly forget the way he had thrilled her, sent her spinning off into outer space into an organ that fairly tossed her pretty blonde head from her shoulders? Ralph had never come anywhere near thrilling her as much, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad over her adulterous debauchery. She had sinned, surely. But, on the other hand, her insides felt so wonderfully relaxed now. Could so much joy be a sin?

The muffled sounds of sensual activity filled the entire downstairs of the Franklin house like smoke spreading out through the air to fill every nook and cranny. Laura trembled with heady anticipation of the sexual unknown and her vaginal valves sent out another wash of fresh lubrication. She was reaching such a state of excitement that she could barely stand. She was convinced that, if Cleo and her husband hadn't been holding her, she would have dissolved right down into the lush purple carpeting.

The study was in unbelievable sexual disorder. The lights had been turned up, and there was no longer a motion picture on the silver screen atop the dais, but what was going on all around the room was by far more licentious than ever the film had been.

The room was a writhing, squirming mass of bodies both furry and smooth, and throughout, grown women were fucking and sucking German shepherd dogs and in turn being obscenely sucked and licked by them. Some had combined in a vainly of daisy-chain orgies, and not a few "couples" were practicing analingus and/or sodomy.

Women were squealing and mewling throughout the room as they made love with their magnificent beasts. "Oh darling," they moaned, "that's it, go fuck your big mama!" And, "Lap my cunt, Satan! That's a good doggy! Eat Mommy's snatch!"

Laura recoiled at some of the filthy language that infested the musky air of the lust-filled room. But she couldn't escape the fact that the sights and sounds that attacked her senses here were making her feel terribly immoral. If she hadn't been naked to begin with, she would have felt a terrific urge to rip off her clothes and join the obscenely cavorting throng.

But the Franklins' hands restrained her, and her mind was still telling her that she should not give in to the baser interests that were gnawing at her vitals and making sensual mincemeat of her private parts. Her mind told her that she was pure, and that she could still remain so – despite the terrible way they had used her. She had been forced, after all. She had done nothing tonight of her own free will.

But then why had she enjoyed it so much?

She had been forced to give in, through drugs and threat of blackmail, and through bondage, but she hadn't been forced to enjoy it! No, that had come from some deep dark pit in her inner soul. Shame was not an adequate word to describe her feelings. Shame and confusion. Joy and humiliation, rage and happiness an mixed up together. Ralph would have referred to such a condition, puffing medically on his pipe, as "multi-phrenial".

Before her very eyes, the nearest couple were engaging in active sodomy. The woman was about thirty-nine, with long red hair falling down her back which her dog was using as a cushion as he reamed her well-lubricated nether passage, his long tongue hanging pantingly outside of his mouth to drip saliva all over her back. Laura stared fixedly at the way his glistening penis was slipping in and out of the woman's puckered anal opening, which was clinging to it for joyous dear life on the outstroke. There was something thrilling about even that, although the inexperienced young bride imagined it hurt terribly. Still, the woman seemed to be enjoying it, moaning and groaning as if it was the most wonderful that had ever happened to her: "That's it, Rex – oh God, fuck me; I can't stand it, darling!"

There were some females in the big room who looked to be only teenagers – apparently young girls who had brought their own pets, or perhaps come with their mothers. Some of them had blonde hair, long or curly, others were dark, or brownette or redheaded. They had large breasts, medium and small. They came in all shapes and sizes.

But all of them had that one thing in common. They were engaged in obscene liaison with a German shepherd. Laura stared as if transfixed and gulped, feeling a new wash of cuntal moisture wetting her inner thighs.

"Come on." Mark pulled her forward, stepping gingerly over several writhing groaningly connected couples.

"Get the virgin-seducer," said Cleonora behind them.

"Don't worry."

Mark and Cleonora led her across the living room, threading a careful path through the squirming mass of female and canine bodies. Then they mounted the platform in front of the motion picture screen, still holding in bondage their precious blonde charge, and Mark raised his hand and called for silence.

There was a wave of disgusted mumbled protest as couples, triples and quadruples became disjoined, their eyes focusing unwillingly on the trio in front of them. "We've got a virgin here," Mark told them, cutting through the murmur of their discussions. "At least, a virgin in one way. But we've also got the virgin seducer!"