Ryan took Marie to a neighboring town, and they went to an "adult" movie house. The first film, "Playground Swingers", was very much like several of the other fuck films she had seen with him, and involved three young couples who tried to pass themselves off as young teenagers. The girls looked to be about twenty, perhaps; they were an very well-built and fairly good-looking. The boys were an average lot, though one had an enormous cock which reminded Marie of her son's bulging prick. The couples quickly went through their paces and spent the remainder of the first hour fucking and sucking in a wide variety of positions. The boys moved from girl to girl, shoving their pricks into mouths and cunts with equal readiness, and Marie was again reminded of the special joy she had felt when she had tasted her own cunt juice on her son's stiff cock. Paul sat tensely through the film, barely moving; he did not care for hand-holding or other forms of physical contact while he watched the actors and actresses going through their lustful paces.
Marie settled back to watch the pricks being devoured by young, greedy mouths and cunts. As she watched, growing more and more aware of her own hot pussy – in spite of her feelings toward Ryan, she could not help being aroused at the sight of so much sexual activity – she wondered how Mike would react if he were sitting beside her. She tried to imagine herself occupying a seat beside him, and inevitably she saw herself reaching out to caress his prick, perhaps opening her own thighs to his questing hand in turn. She would remove her panties before going into the movie house with him, she thought; it would be nice to feel his strong, gentle fingers playing over her naked pussy as they watched other pussies being licked and probed in the most lascivious ways.
More than once, while attending these movies with Ryan, she had seen couples engaging in more or less advanced forms of sexual by-play as they watched the films. A lot of those couples had no qualms whatever about exchanging depraved caresses, she knew, and on several occasions she had been sure that she had seen women having orgasms. Once a couple had been sitting directly in front of them; when they had entered to take their seats, she had looked over their shoulders and had seen the man's hand plunged far under the woman's dress. Later, during an especially provocative moment in the film, Marie had seen the woman's head slowly topple over onto her date's shoulder. During a silent moment in the film's action – the man had pulled his cock out of her cunt and was shooting thick streams of cum over her tits – she had heard soft, fluttering gasps of unmistakable pleasure from the seats in front of her.
On another occasion she had been certain that she had seen a woman's head dip down and disappear in front of the man beside her; Marie had gone away believing that she had seen a man getting a blow job in a movie house. It was entirely likely, she knew; the patrons of those films tended to sit apart from each other as far as possible, and if one were on the back row, there would probably be no limit to what one could do. Unless, that is, one were attending the movie with a dull, mindless clod like Paul Ryan!
The second film was an entirely different story. Titled "The Great Danish Lover", it proved to be by far the most exciting film Marie had ever seen, though the beginning did not look like anything out of the ordinary. The film opened with a shot of a young, attractive-looking blonde sitting at a desk and punishing a typewriter. From time to time she would stop typing and reach into a drawer to pull out a magazine. The camera peeped in over her right shoulder and got a closeup shot of her reading matter; it was a pornographic magazine illustrated with shots as revealing as any Marie had ever seen. The camera showed the girl focusing on one special picture, a rear view of a couple at the absolute peak of what must have been an all-out fuck session.
The girl, who straddled the man, was deeply tanned all over; there were not even any triangles of white flesh over her nipples or covering her cunt mound. She had lifted her box off her well-hung lover and was grasping his cock, which was photographed in the very act of spurting out a thick spray of milky sperm. The shot caught the lovely contrast between the white cum and the dark flesh; a couple of blobs of sperm could be seen on the hairy lips of her pussy and another was arcing into the opened lips of her slit.
The girl put down her magazine and pushed her chair away from the desk, obviously in a high degree of distress. She wore a handsome off-white dress which barely covered the tops of her thighs and which molded her full, soft booby Marie could see the nipples poking at the clinging material, as if they were anxious to be freed. The girl pushed her chair against the window sill just behind her and propped her feet up on the desk. Her dress slid up around her stomach, revealing a wisp of yellow nylon trimmed with white lace. A dark shadow could be seen behind the panel of nylon.
The camera now moved to a position directly in front of the girl and below her – Marie did not stop to wonder how they had accomplished that shot – and focused on the junction of her widespread legs. Wisps of dark hair hung out on either side of her panty crotch, and the lighting was good enough to give the viewers a hint of the lusty flesh behind the panel of nylon. The girl reached down to begin caressing the upper parts of her thighs, and Marie felt her own body begin tingling with a subtle awareness. She had always loved the scenes which showed girls masturbating. Paul detested them, being interested only in the parts which showed pricks going into mouths or cunts, but Marie found that she could always get extremely aroused simply by watching another woman diddle herself.
The girl's hands moved slowly till she was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Marie became more aroused with every minute, and it was not long before she could feel her clitoris throbbing heavily. The girl continued to rub her pussy and gradually worked one finger into the leg of her panties. The sight of that finger working behind the filmy gauze struck Marie as far more exciting than a direct view of the action would ever have been; she could allow her vivid, hyperactive imagination to work freely and construct am image of the way the girl's finger was sliding over the swollen, lust-darkened lips, perhaps pausing to give the rigid clitoris a stroke and maybe even fondling the sensitive mouth of her cunt. Marie sucked in a deep breath and held it. She tried to will her body into a state of lesser excitement, since she feared that she might very well have an involuntary climax herself, and she did not want Paul to know that the film had affected her that drastically.
After fingering her pussy behind the panties for a moment, the girl pulled the garment aside. Marie's cunt at once slowed its race toward a climax when she saw that the pussy was not quite as exciting as she had imagined it to be. The girl had one of those slits in which the outer lips dominated the inner, the latter resembling delicate rose petals demurely peeping out of the fat folds of whiskered flesh enclosing them.
There was no mistaking the reality of the scene, however, and that did a lot to compensate for the pussy's lack of attractiveness to Marie. The camera alternated between closeups of her fingers roaming over her box, and wider shots which gave them a look at the girl's lovely face. She was enjoying herself, no doubt of that; this girl was am extremely accomplished artist and knew exactly how to give herself pleasure of the most abandoned sort. The sound track caught her quick, shallow breathing and the soft, whimpering moans that escaped from her lips as she worked herself up to a sharp emotional peak. Marie could not help responding to the sounds of sex, just as she warmed to the sight of the girl finger-fucking herself, and she knew that she was headed straight for an orgasm of her own.
"Mmmm, fuck!" the girl murmured in a husky, quavering tone. "Come! Cream! Ooohhh, come, you pussy, come! Fuck!"
She was running her finger up and down that juicy, passion-moistened slit in a way that must have been excruciatingly delightful. Marie was sure that the girl was on the verge of coming when suddenly she stopped. Rising to her feet, the girl pulled her hands away from her pussy. For a moment Marie thought that she was going to stop masturbating and her heart sank with despair. But the girl was just going to remove her panties. When she resumed her seat, with her legs propped up on the desk and spread wide apart, her pussy was completely bare. Her cunt mound had a small muff of dark hair covering it, a completely sexual sight, and the camera again returned to its vantage point just in front of her twat.
This time the girl attacked her cunt in a slightly different way, one which Marie found even more exciting. She continued rubbing her fingers up and down her slit, but she also reached under her left hip and began stroking the flesh around the mouth of her cunt. She teased the camera boldly, spreading the lips apart and then squeezing them together; the sight of that dark, whiskery slit opening and closing had a powerfully erotic effect upon Marie, and soon her clitoris was throbbing as hard as ever. The sensations became even more marked when the girl plunged a finger into the mouth of her cunt and began finger-fucking herself in earnest. She had a thoroughly delightful way of pinching the lips of her pussy together around the penetrating finger and making it seem very much as though she was actually taking a big cock up her cunt. After finger-fucking herself for a few moments, she stopped. The camera zoomed in even closer to catch the next phase of her action: she moved a cunt-smeared finger down to her asshole and probed, working the tip into the taut, puckered bung.
"A butt-fucker!" Marie heard Paul mutter under his breath, expressing his disgust in no uncertain terms. He continued to watch closely, she noticed; he had a peculiar ability to condemn certain acts which he watched with the closest attention. "Filthy pervert!"
Marie said nothing, of course. She continued watching the girl's hands and enjoying the sight immensely. She saw the girl stick the cunt-greased finger into her own asshole, driving it in to the first and then the second knuckle; the sight affected Marie powerfully, and she could tell that she would very soon be pouring out a flood of warm, ripe cum into her panties if something did not intervene to rescue her. The girl on the screen now reached into her cunt with two fingers of her other hand, and hooked them into the tender, moist gash. She began working her crotch against her hands with slow, grinding movements which struck Marie as the height of sensuality.
The sound track continued to produce a series of sighs, moans and gasps which were intoxicatingly effective. After several minutes of dual stimulation – to Marie it seemed like hours – the girl finally emitted a shrill, wavering cry and began to come. Moaning fervent oaths and twisting about in the chair, the girl had herself a long, pulsating climax that brought another trickle of clear, glistening fluid welling out of her cunt and coursing over her flesh. As she watched and heard this display of all-out sensuality, Marie felt her own cunt responding in kind: she sat very still, holding her breath, and then it happened, a quick, shuddering blast of sexual joy that burst within her cunt and quickly spread over her entire body. The waves of orgiastic joy spread rapidly and then evaporated. It was not a full-scale, extended come, not anything like the marvelous climaxes she had enjoyed with Mike, but it was a genuine, 100-percent orgasm all the same.
The girl sat slumped in her chair for a moment as she recovered from what had very obviously been am immensely pleasing climax. She continued working her fingers in and out of her flesh but Marie, no stranger to that form of pleasure, knew exactly what she was doing: she was merely enjoying the last, ebbing moments of her joy and congratulating her pussy and asshole on having performed so well for her. Marie knew nothing of the peculiar delights of finger-fucking herself in the ass, but the exciting sample she had just seen put her active mind to working, and she filed the memory away for future reference.
The girl shook her mane of long, blonde hair, obviously dyed, and went back to typing. From time to time she would pull out her pornographic magazine and leaf through it, or perhaps reach under her dress to administer a tender, loving caress to her pussy – the camera caught these little moments of passion, too – but she did not again masturbate in that about way. Finally, when the clock on the wall read five o'clock, she put a cover over her typewriter, took her panties from the desk drawer and stuffed them into her purse, and walked out of the office. The camera followed her home, using a series of fast cuts to suggest her route, and inside her apartment. It was then that the true meaning of the title appeared: "The Great Danish Lover" proved to be an immense Great Dane, a perfect beast of an animal whose shoulder came up to the girl's hip. He bounded into the apartment's living room when she whistled, and began nuzzling under her skirt just as though someone had hidden a big strip of sirloin there. It was not sirloin that he found; a much more succulent piece of meat awaited his big, slavering muzzle. The girl let him nuzzle frantically for a moment, standing upright and lifting her skirt slightly to give him easier access to her pussy; the huge animal burrowed into her crotch with all the enthusiasm anyone could have wanted. Marie's eyes widened with shock when she saw this. She had heard of women fucking with animals, of course, but she had never put much stock in any of those stories; they had always struck her as the product of especially depraved minds.
Now, seeing the eagerness with which the beast stuck his nose between the girl's widespread legs and watching the expression of pure joy spread over her lovely face, Marie could not doubt that the stories were true, or at least possible. Here, before her very eyes, was at least one example proving that sex with animals was not only possible but, at least to some, highly enjoyable. The girl endured the dog's frantic nuzzling for another moment, then began pulling her dress up and over her head. Her body was completely naked under the dress, as Marie had suspected; her tits were every bit as large as the earlier shots had suggested, and were also extremely well-shaped. Big, ripe globes of ivory flesh, they jutted out from her ribcage like big melons. Each had a luscious-looking nipple sitting atop a big aureole; the nipples resembled pears in shape and were very large.
The girl continued to feed her pussy to the eager dog and began massaging her great boobs as he lapped at her box. The camera moved in close: Marie saw the dog's pink tongue glide through the mass of hair covering the slit and disappear between the outer lips. A thrill of perverse pleasure ran through her body when she saw that; somehow, the sight of the dog licking the girl's pussy affected her strongly.
Paul, of course, was muttering an almost continual stream of curses under his breath. Marie had never seen him react so violently to one of the sex films they often attended, and for a moment she feared that he might go so far as to leave. She need not have worried; although he uttered dire threats and prophesied a sad, inglorious ending for any girl depraved enough to screw around with a dog, he sat rock firm in his seat. Marie let out a breath of relief and sat back with more comfort, knowing that he was only letting off steam and that he was not about to leave the theater. However much he reviled the film, she realized, he also wanted to see the girl going through her paces with the huge animal and would stay to the bitter end.
"Ooohh, eat my cunt out, you pussy-loving bastard!" the girl murmured softly. "Get me real hot and then you can pop your wad! Yeah, I got it so fucking hot for you, you'll melt that big dick of yours once you get it shoved up my cunt!"
The girl let the dog lap her box for another moment or two, then led him over to a low hassock. He wanted to keep licking her pussy, but she had other plans in mind. Positioning him so that he presented a side view to the camera, she managed to get him placed so that the camera could zoom in on his cock. Marie again gasped with surprise when she saw the big, obscene cock which extended from the pouch beneath the animal's belly. The tool most nearly resembled a giant carrot, except that no carrot ever had that wet, living look which the Great Dane's cock had. The girl jacked the dog's prick for a moment – Marie could see the droplets of cum the tool emitted – and displayed the dick for all to see. She pressed the skin back around the big prick and a gigantic knot forced its way out of the furry sheath.
The girl lay back on the hassock, and the big dog leaped astride her. The camera caught the quivering of his big haunches as he squirmed closer to the girl; there could be no doubt that the dog was supremely ready to fuck the girl to within an inch of her life. She pulled him into place and reached down to guide his cock into her cunt mouth. The camera caught that, too, even to the way it forced the puffy, swollen lips aside and speared into the girl's waiting hole.
"Unngghhh!" the girl sighed, driving upward with her hips and holding onto the dog's back with her hands. "Now fuck, you big bastard! Fuck my cunt off!"
The dog needed no such encouragement, of course. His taste of the girl's pussy had fired him with enthusiasm, and he began humping exactly as though she were the most luscious bitch in the entire world. The girl grunted and gasped as the dog fucked her; the camera from time to time caught glimpses of her pussy, and everyone could see that the dog was indeed pouring his prick into her cunt. The camera happened to be focused on the girl's pussy at the moment when the big knot thrust into her cunt. Marie sucked in a sharp breath as she saw that obscene swelling penetrate the girl's box; she knew that the extra dimension of that particular part of the dog's cock must have put an almost intolerable strain on the girl's cunt hole.
The girl cried out in delicious agony when she felt the big knot being forced into her twat. She squirmed all the harder and gave every indication of being fully responsive to the dog's big cock. Her hips quivered as she fucked back at him and her cries, mounting to a shrill peak of lusty joy, reflected the inner turmoil she was experiencing. Marie's own cunt began twitching again and she sat very still, hoping that she would not come a second time; she had never before come more than once while watching a battery of fucking films, but then she had never before seen a film which affected her so strongly. She had never had any interest in fucking any kind of animal, but the unrestrained, uninhibited screw she witnessed transcended all her expectations.
The big dog humped away until he had completely exhausted himself. When he finally slumped down off the girl and slunk away, his step had lost all its vibrant, lively bounce and he was the very picture of the exhausted lover. The girl continued to sprawl on the hassock, her desires far from depleted. The camera moved down to a spot between her legs and focused on her pussy. It caught the first trickle of dog sperm flowing from the mouth of her cunt; the trickle quickly became a full-scale flood. The girl caught most of the jizz in her fingers and rubbed it over her pussy and thighs, murmuring obscene phrases of delight as she did so. She began finger-fucking herself again succeeded in bringing yet another long, shuddering orgasm from the depths of her cunt.
Paul was livid with rage as they walked out of the movie house. He ranted at great length about the obscenity of the film, and finally Marie, utterly disgusted with his hypocritical charade, asked him why he stayed through all of it if it was so offensive. That set off a further argument between them, and it ended with him depositing her beside her parked car and driving off at a very high rate of speed. Marie heaved a big sigh of relief as she watched the tail lights disappear; she felt rather proud of herself for having gotten through the evening without having to submit to his arrogant, self-centered fucking. She gratefully got into her car and drove back to her home. Her mood of self-congratulation turned to despair, however, when she saw the house dark. Upon going inside and searching it thoroughly, she found no sign of her son. It was not unusual for him to stay out so late, especially on a Saturday night – it was not quite twelve o'clock when she arrived – but when she remembered the furious rage with which he had left the house, she could not help but worry about him. She sat down in the living room and tried to concentrate on a magazine while she waited for him to return but, between worrying about her son and remembering vivid flashes of the girl's fuck with the Great Dane, she had no consciousness at all of the words on the pages she flipped so idly.