It was by degrees that Beth came around. She was in the hospital for nearly a week. Bill was by her side constantly. He called back east and told them he had to stay, that his fiancee was seriously ill after an accident and he had to stay with her.
She seemed to be in a kind of shock or coma. She was awake, her eyes were open and they moved, watching Bill or the nurse or doctor, but she said nothing and only shook her head and turned away when food was offered.
The hospital gave her every test, x-raying her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Particularly her head, for the doctor feared she might have incurred some brain damage in the crash. Bill was with her every hour allowed and tried to anticipate every wish. He got her camper, saw the damage was minimal and drove it around to the hospital and parked it where she could see it when he wheeled her to the window. He thought she would be glad to see it wasn't wrecked, that the sight of the camper might snap her out of her zombie-like state.
It did, but not in the way he expected or anticipated. Her body had stiffened when he wheeled her to the window and pointed, saying, "Look, Beth, it's in fine shape. Barely a scratch on her." Slowly, as if she were moving underwater, Beth's hands went to her face and she hid her eyes and cried. She sobbed hysterically and he called the nurse who called the doctor who gave her a massive tranquilizer and she again dropped off into a restless stupor.
Bill sat with her the rest of that evening and far into the night as Beth slept and mumbled incoherently. He sat by her bed until the early morning hours until the nurse insisted he go back to the motel and get some sleep, "Else we have another patient on our hands."
Bill went home to the motel and left an early call, forcing himself awake at seven thirty in the morning and phoned the hospital. The news was unbelievable. Beth was awake and cheerful and talking and eating!
Eight minutes later Bill was charging through the hospital, six of those eight minutes having been used up driving there. He burst into Beth's room and saw her sitting up in bed, sipping tea, with color in her face and a smile on her lips. He embraced her and she threw her arms around him and pressed her body up against him. Their mouths met and she shot her tongue into his mouth and ground her body into him. Bill could feel that she was naked underneath the hospital gown and that it was open at the back, revealing the tight, rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he held her and pulled away from her kiss and looked over her shoulder.
He backed off from the embrace with Beth trying to cling to him. "Well," he said, somewhat shaken and out of breath, "you're so much better."
"Yes," she answered.
Bill tried to hide his bewilderment. He put on his best smile to hid behind, It looked like Beth, it even sounded like Beth. But, it wasn't. Those were the eyes of a stranger looking at him in such a… brazen way. And her embrace and kiss. Bill was grateful for her ardor; it had been a while since they had seen each other and she did have an accident and some kind of aftershock, but he hardly expected she would greet him so passionately, so… sexually. Even now she was looking at him with a teasing smile as her torso curled sensuously on the bed and the hospital apron was hanging loose from one shoulder and one long lovely thigh was uncovered and stretched out.
Her hand slowly stroked the thigh and her eyes were half closed as she smiled and said, "It's good to see you again, Bill."
"It's great to see you feeling better," Bill said, trying to keep his smile. Was he wrong or was she making a play for him? Had the doctor given her something that would make her act this way? Was she still in some kind of shock.
Her hand slid slowly up and down her thigh and Bill found himself staring at it. She wiggled one finger, saying, "Lock the door."
The words, "Lock the door," had such a chilling effect on Bill. It was her voice, her pitch and tone, yet it wasn't. Those words, "Lock the door," fairly dripped with lewdness, suggesting a lot to him. He kept his smile as he said, "Why?"
Beth slid down on the hospital bed, her breasts launching high and the nipples stabbing through the plain-white cotton. The hospital gown slid up to her hips as she lay down on the bed and Bill saw the delicious curve of one buttock as she looked at him with an intensity that made him uneasy. "I don't want anyone disturbing us."
He didn't really know why he did it, but he went to the door and locked it. Perhaps he did it out of propriety. What if one of the nurses should come in and see her lying like that? Lying there so provocative and tempting? He turned from the door and swallowed hard. Beth was lying spread-eagle on the bed, her shoulders free from the gown and it half covered her breasts. He stood looking at her breasts with the gown barely covering her nipples. The voluptuous swellings of her breasts like two mounds of honey, made him lick his lips.
Her long legs that tapered beautifully and curving all the way down to her toes. More than her thighs were exposed. One whole side; her hip, her waist all the way up to her globular breast was exposed to him with just a corner of the hospital gown flung over her upraised pubic mound. Standing by the door, he could see dark curling little phobic hairs peeking out from under the gown.
And she began to grind and pump her hips in a lewd way, looking at him with a smoldering look. She gyrated and pumped her hips as if she were trying to work that corner of cloth off her crotch without using her hands. "Come here," she whispered.
"Beth," he said, coming toward her, "are you sure you're okay? Do you have a fever?"
"Fever?" she murmured. She looked at him for a minute with her eyes widening before she laughed and said, "Do I have a fever? Oh, if you only knew!"
"Beth, this isn't like you'
"Yes it is!" she said vehemently, stiffening in the bed. "This is what I'm really like. Bill, do you really love me?"
"Well, sure, of course I do. I didn't come out here for the scenery." Something was very wrong. She talked faster than she ever did before, spitting the words out and there was a strange harsh tone to her laugh.
"Then get in bed with me!" she said, whipping the gown away and lying there naked, brazen, her legs spread and her cunt with its ragged vaginal lips spread invitingly. He couldn't help himself, he stepped back. "Beth, what on earth has happened to you?"
She caught his worried tone and a contemptuous look came on her face. "Plenty! How long have I been gone?"
Her tone demanded he answer. "A little over three weeks from the time you left New York City."
"Wrong!" She laughed at him. "I've been gone three years or thirty years." She looked at him with wide eyes. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I've been gone a long, long time. I'm not the same person I was then. Come to bed with me!" she said, holding out her arms.
Bill looked dubious, rubbing his jaw, trying not to look at her writhing naked form on the bed. She was so beautiful and tempting and he thought, for a second, of taking her up and crawling into bed with her.
He walked to the bed, looking down at the floor, not looking at her. Her hands were out, caressing his thighs and a lewd chuckle was heard in her throat. Her hands were stroking his thigh, drawing closer and closer to his groin and he felt his cock growing hard in his pants. He wanted her badly. His hand reached out and picked up the telephone. "Desk? Hello? I want the nurse on duty."
"What are you doing?" Beth asked, her eyes narrowing, sitting up.
Bill put his hand over the phone. "You're ill, Beth, something is wrong."
"Wrong? Wrong?" she asked, her voice rising, "I'll tell you what's wrong! You're wrong! You are so wrong! You are a wrong one! I hate you!"
Bill was stunned by the force and fury of her words and intentions. Never had he dreamed Beth could or would act in such a way as she was now. He had to struggle with her, restraining her from attacking him; only now it wasn't sex, it was hate and she wanted to hurt him. He had a rough time restraining her and getting her under the covers and unlocking the door so that the nurse could help too. A doctor was finally summoned and she was given another injection of a heavy tranquilizer.
Outside her room, in the hall, he was consoled by the doctor who was an older man, near sixty and ready to retire. His tanned and lined face had seen all kinds of heartbreak and disaster and he put his arm around Bill and tried to ease his burden. "Look, she'll sleep the rest of the day and there's no sense in you hanging around and brooding. No sense at all. Get out, eat a good meal and take a drive out in the desert. Do something. That girl of yours had a shock, a big shock, see? And she hasn't come out of it yet, not by a wide margin. Time, gotta give her time."
"But it's just not like Beth."
"I know. I believe you. You believe in time. She'll tell us what's bothering her when she's good and ready. Trust me."
The doctor watched Bill walk dejectedly down the corridor and out of sight. He shook his head. If he had the courage, he'd tell that young man to get in his car and drive as far away from Beth Carruthers as possible and for get about her. He, the doctor, had given Beth a thorough physical examination when she was brought into the hospital. Putting things together, he got a pretty graphic picture of what had caused Beth to crack up. Experience told him to keep his thoughts to himself until Beth herself said something.
She never did, so why should he? How do you tell someone like Bill that the girl he wants to marry has been involved in some kind of no-holds-barred orgy? He grunted and went about his duties. The answer was obvious: you don't. You keep your mouth shut and do your job and wait out the few years left until you could get up in the mountains were things made sense and the air was clean and the fish rising to the bait.
The day passed without incident. Bill was having dinner in a restaurant that night prior to going to the hospital when he got a phone call. It was from the doctor.
Although none of them knew it about the other, Bill, Wilma Gans, Lonny Lamont, and Sheriff Lucas Lamont all got phone calls at the approximate same time. Bill's call was from the doctor. "Is Beth with you?"
"What!" Bill swallowed. "She's at the hospital!"
"No she isn't. The nurse, making her rounds, found her bed empty. I was kind of hoping she might be looking for you."
"Oh, God!"
"Don't panic. Near as we can tell, she couldn't be gone over two hours. Have any idea where she would go?"
"The camper! Is there a black and white Econoline camper parked in the lot?"
"Wait!" The phone was rattled down and Bill could hear footsteps fading from the phone then coming back. "Hello? No, there's no camper there."
"Then she's got it. The keys were under the floor mat. She's got the camper and God where she's going."
There was a pause before the doctor, in a calm voice, said, "Unless you've got a very good idea where she is, I've got to notify the police."
Thus it was that the authorities were notified to be on the lookout for Beth Carruthers and Sheriff Lucas Lamont saw the teletype and grunted. Wilma got a call from Beth and left home, driving Judd's pickup. Judd was again out in the fields for the night. Sheriff Lucas got Beth's call, Lonny himself, not recognizing her voice. He turned the call over to Lonny without a thought and paid little attention to it.
And thus it was that so many people turned their time and attention to the task of getting together with Beth Carruthers. And thus it was that Lonny rode with Beth up to the hippy commune while Wilma traveled in Judd's pickup while Lucas and his deputy patrolled the highway and side roads in search of Beth's camper while Bill drove the highway for fifty miles in one direction before turning around and driving all the way back. Always looking, looking.
The commune was far back in the mountains, high up, a hard grinding climb by car and the sun was just settling over the mountains, casting long shadows over the hippy commune as they pulled into it. It had been a long hard drive and Beth was tired and-hot. She wiped her face and looked about her. There were several lean-to's and tree huts and, set off by itself, one big lodge-type house, built out of rough-hewn timber and spare parts.
Beth was appalled by the dirt and carelessness of the place. She looked questioningly at Lonny, her elegant aristocratic profile covered with a slight film of perspiration. Lonny nodded. "It's okay, it's cool." That cold grin came on his face as he got out of the camper. "Just wait here until I give you the word."
He closed the door and strolled casually down to meet the three men coming to meet Lonny. They looked ludicrous and hairy to Beth, dressed in bizarre pants and vests, wearing little if anything else. A sleazy thrill ran through her body, making her think thoughts that were impolite to say the least. They were downright obscene. Her cool well-bred beauty broke into a lewd smile as she saw the men stop and look at her with one of them breaking into a big grin and waving his hat.
Then they all turned and looked at her sitting in the bus and she felt her face flush as she brazenly returned their gaze. They all talked, seeming to argue, never taking their gaze from her face and figure in the camper window.
Lonny finally raised his hands in protest and pointed at the camper. He walked over and got in, closing the door. He looked at Beth for a moment before smiling and saying, "You aren't going to believe this."
"What?" Beth asked, watching the hippies talking among themselves while they looked at her and laughed and nudged one another.
"I told them what I wanted to do and they went me one better. They want a good look-see before they commit themselves any more, but, right now, I can get a whole kilo of grass if you just get out of the cab and let them see what kind of body you got."
"You did it. You sold me?" Beth asked, her face a blank, her eyes wet and melting.
Lonny looked at her and nodded. "Yeah. They like group-sex and all that crap. I told them about you and got the price up to a kilo. A kilo is a lot of grass, Beth."
Beth nodded. Without changing her express sign, she stepped out of the cab, dressed as Lonny had told her to be: cowgirl boats, bikini panties and a blouse. Only that and nothing more. Lonny had ordered her to pull the panties up tight into the crevice between her buttocks so that her full rounded ass cheeks showed.
She stepped from the cabin and put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around. She fought back the urge to slowly strip naked, to stand naked before them and feel the wild erotic thrill slave girls must have felt in ancient Rome when their bodies were exhibited and bought by the highest bidder.
Here she was, daunting her body, jutting her lovely hips provocatively while the three hippies all grinned and laughed. "Far out!" one of the called to her.
"Get in," Lonny called. Beth did as he commanded and sat next to him, silent, looking ahead. "I just want to see the grass before anything starts." He got out of the cab and walked back to the hippies. Beth sat, thinking: I don't have to do this. I didn't have to come here. I'm doing this because I let Lonny dominate me.
A thrill ran through her body. It was true. Bill, Bill had done it. If only Bill had understood, had been able to help her. Now, nothing could help her. She had to sink down into her own personal hell; she had to experience every humiliation and degradation and every depraved thrill before she could ever feel anything else. She had to answer the driving urges in her own body. She had to make Bill sorry he had ever denied her body. The body, the flesh, was all that mattered; desire was everything.
And it was being done. Lonny was being handed what looked like a brick wrapped in cellophane, and she was trading her body for an evening, for a kilo of marijuana; rather, Lonny was doing the trading and benefiting and Beth was feeling the masochistic excitement and thrill.
They all came back to the camper with Lonny going to the back to lock the grass up and then three hippies crowding around Beth, looking at her in the cab, their faces bearded and their hair long. One looked at her brazenly and said, "Far out. You're really going to take us all on at once?"
Beth nodded and the men laughed. "Man, it's her trip," another said.
They invited her out of the cab and she stepped down, her face almost blank, really composed.
Almost by signal, hippies, men and women, mostly men, appeared from everywhere and crowded around Beth and the three hippies made their way toward the lodge-type house. After locking the camper; Lonny followed them along, grinning cynically. It was best he didn't tell Beth what he had sold her for. He snorted. Hell, they had enough girls who would do anything a man wanted; anything at all except for one thing. And it had been for that one thing that Lonny had sold Beth. One kilo of their best grass for one performance between Beth and a German shepherd they called Orion. Lonny smirked. The hot little bitch would do it once she got started and it would be something to see.
In the lodge, they were all smoking grass and giving it to Beth while she looked at their faces and wondered what all they would do to her. Already her cunt was tingling and wet with desire as she speculated on what they might ask her to do. She accepted the offered marijuana "joints" eagerly, sucking in the sweet heavy smoke that clouded her mind and made time seem to stand still. She looked around leer, thinking how incongruous she must look. Surrounded as she was by hippies in wild attire while she herself looked like a visiting debutante.
Rock music blared from speakers hung around the big room and you had to shout at someone in order to be heard and they were shouting at Beth as they made a circle around her. She was standing next to an old chaise lounge they had gotten at some junk store or Salvation Army store. A great dog, led on a lease, strained between the hippies who laughed and stood aside as he came straining on his rope halter, his massive neck muscles bulging. He was the biggest German Shepherd police dog Beth had ever seen. With his head lowered, he came forward and stuck his wet nose hard up between her legs, sniffing and nuzzling hard, burrowing in against the flimsy material of her panties.
Beth jumped and tried to push the massive head away as she backed against the couch. The two hippies holding hard on the leash and only gradually inching the beast back. Orion was his name. The head hippy, a great shaggy man known as "Scorpio," gave the great dog his name and was the only one who could command him. Now he was yelling at the dog above the sound of the music and grinning at Beth. He made motions that she should take her clothes off and lie down on the chaise lounge.
Beth did as she was bid. It was what she wanted, after all. She wondered if strip teasers felt the way she did, wanton and excited? She wondered if they got the lewd thrill she did when they exhibited their bodies naked and inviting before strange men? Forbidden fruit, the element of chance, the flirting with the unknown, the sexual excitement rising to a fever-pitch where Beth could do anything asked of her and throb with passion and the desire to degrade herself before other people. Especially young boys!
She took her blouse off slowly, exposing her shoulders one at a time, grinning at the hippies who looked back at her with such glazed, dazed eyes. They crowded closer around her and the dog bared its teeth in a growl and strained on the leash. Despite her drug induced euphoria, despite her marijuana "high", Beth was frightened of the dog and tried to dismiss a growing fear: hippies were strange people and were capable of doing strange things.
She turned her drug-drenched attention back to her body, leaving her fears half thought, feeling the excitement and thrill pulsating up between her thighs as she dropped the front of her blouse and exposed her breasts. She looked proudly at their amazed and greedy faces staring at her twin breasts so round and firm and riding so high with their nipples bursting tight and pointed with excitement.
She}et the blouse fall silently around her feet as she cupped her breasts in her hands and turned around, bending from the waist, seeming to offer herself to each man present. She saw Lonny standing in the back and boldly offered her body to him. God, she would love to suck and fuck him in front of all those people!
Her thumbs hooked into her panties as she thrust out one hip wantonly. Slowly, as faces pushed closer and hands were reaching out to touch her body, she wiggled her hips as they came free from the thin, white nylon panties. She closed her eyes as she pulled them lower, revealing the softly curling strands of her pubic hair, hinting at the pulsating swelling excitement that parted her vaginal lips and wet the thin protective crotch band of her panties.
She imagined herself going down under an avalanche of hot hard cocks and being fucked in every way conceivable. Her body shuddered with anticipated delight as she pulled her loins free and thrust her hips forward as the panties dropped around her feet. She stepped out of them, deciding to leave the boots on, it looked more wanton and felt lewd and exciting to be naked, wearing nothing but black boots that came halfway up her calves.
She put her hands on her hips and stared about her with that cool, superior, aloof look. Then, suddenly, the men laughed and she saw Lonny smirk strangely and the huge German Shepherd was leaping forward. She jumped back in complete surprise, her legs hitting the chaise as she fell.
At the same moment, someone seized her arms and wrists, pinning her to the chaise, forcing her to lie on her back. Hands were grabbing her legs and knees and pulling them lewdly apart. Beth's mouth was open, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her whole body tingling with lewd excitement and the desire to be fucked and humiliated. She would do anything they asked. Her legs were being forced wide apart, splitting open her legs and forcing her cunt open in glistening folds of her vaginal lips. They were bending her knees, forcing her hips up and her buttocks to roll under. They had her on her back and her legs split obscenely, showing her tiny puckered anus nestled teasingly down between her tightly rounded buttocks.
She wiggled her hips and her head thrashed back and forth. This was what she had come to know and like. Like? She loved it! One man would never be enough for her again. Always, she would want lots of them wanting and taking her.
She felt something pushed at her naked pussy and she let out a moan of delight and jutted her hips and undulated them, inviting whoever was there to do it some more. A wet tongue snaked over her cunt. But what a tongue! It drove Beth wild, seeming to never end and send such a lewd thrill through her groin that she had to open her eyes and see who it was.
Her mouth opened and she let out a scream but it went unheard, drowned out by the blaring of the rock music in the background. Beth screamed with all her might and struggled, twisting her body as she looked dawn and saw the great German Shepherd crouched between her widespread legs, its long muzzle sniping over her cunt and his long wet tongue snaking out once again to tease between the lips of the softly hair-lined slit, the tip of his tongue ending on and flicking her clitoris, sending wild spasms of excitement running through the young teacher's body.
She hadn't thought of anything as obscene as this and struggled to be free, her head thrashing back and forth, her eyes begging as she implored those near her to take the dog away and let her go. No one could hear her, all they could see was the squirming of her body and the dog crouching to lick her cunt and her lips moving in silent pleading as the rock music blared on.
She was screaming and begging, looking down between her nakedly dancing breasts at the dog that was darting his tongue deep into her quivering open cunt now and Beth was jerking her buttocks vainly down under the teasing swirls, her head falling back and her mouth open wide. The dog, Orion, was licking faster and harder, his long thin tongue burrowing deeper into her cunt then any human tongue could ever go. The people crowding around watched her lips pleading then twisting with a sudden wild desire as the animal growled and literally skewered her body on his long plunging' tongue. There was a momentary pause in her body movements, then as suddenly as they had begun, her struggles to free herself turned to lewd obscene hip pumping as the dog crouched lower between her thighs, his body tense, his tail wagging excitedly, his wet tongue darting and licking flatly on her now gratefully accepting cunt.
While he slobbered and licked and Beth writhed in lewd enjoyment and mounting sexual excitement at his thrusts, two hippies tied heavy leather pouches to his forepaws so that he wouldn't cut her body with his nails.
Beth now had both her arms and hands, which had been freed, under her back, her hands cupping her own buttocks and thrusting the firm, white cheeks up, splaying them wider apart for the hungrily slashing tongue and she was groaning in delight as she felt its teasing wetness slide over her hotly working little anus and then dart deep into her cunt. God, she wanted more!
They pulled the dog back and Orion bared his fangs in a growl of sexual frustration and fought against the leash. They were seizing Beth again and turning her over. She knew instinctively what lewd thing they wanted her to do and she crouched on her knees and voluntarily placed her knees as wide apart as they could go, her face down on the lounge and the firmness of her breasts crushed hard down into the rough material.
Her buttocks and cunt were thrust up in the face of the huge animal, Orion, who sniffed and licked at her tiny sensitive anus, causing her eyelids to flutter with lewd delight and her mouth to emit a passion-filled groan that went unheard against the blaring of the rock music in the background. She screwed her buttocks up higher behind her and reaching down around them, spread the smoothly rounded cheeks even wider with her hands, allowing the dog's hotly lapping tongue to lick all over her cunt and anus.
They were helping the dog up on her now and she was impatiently reaching down between her widespread legs, trying desperately to find his hardened animal penis and finally seizing it all slippery and red and pointed in her hand and eagerly trying to guide it to her cunt.
This was it for Beth, the ultimate and final degradation. She was kneeling nakedly in complete subjugation before a great growling beast with a frenzied crowd of complete strangers waiting breathlessly for it to sink its huge pulsating animal cock deep up into her hotly screaming bowels. And… at last, she was free! She was free now to find and seduce all the young, virile boys she could! With an excited shudder, her drug and alcohol-dazed mind told her that this was what she had been made for, this is what she really wanted!
Down between her legs, she felt the dogs anxiously pulsating cock, long and slippery in her hand. It was slowly forcing its hardness out of the soft, furry sheath enclosing it. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and guided it with trembling fingers up between the hotly quivering cheeks of her naked buttocks.
"Ooooooh, God!" she groaned as the sharp tip momentarily jerked forward and penetrated a fraction of an inch into her tightly clenched rectum. She hung suspended for a long, breathtaking second, impaled lewdly on the hardened animal cock. Then, she groaned deeply again, tempted to ignore the sudden pain and take it all the way up into her masochistically wanting back passage. But… her hungrily throbbing vagina made the decision for her and she reluctantly squirmed her buttocks away, spreading her knees wider on the couch and guiding the long thick cock down from her anus into her wetly waiting cunt, the liquid moistness closing over it and welcoming it inside like warm, half-melted butter.
The dog, his paws locked tightly around her naked hips, his loins pressed hard up into the crevice of her open buttocks, let his animal instinct take command and began fucking hard and fast into her lewdly grinding body. The young passion-crazed teacher felt herself getting the fucking of her life and knew that this great dog wouldn't stop until he had shot his hot searing animal sperm deep up into her open belly. And… she too would cum, cum like she never had before or ever would again.
Then, before the last thought had even completely cleared her marijuana dazed mind… it happened!
The German Shepherd, his sperm bloated testicles fired by the softly milking muscles of the naked young teacher's cunt and the lust-incited smell of her female excitement rising to his widely flared nostrils, suddenly whined from deep inside his massive chest and humped forward into her as far as he could go. Beth, squirming insanely now beneath his great, driving hulk felt his long tapered penis swell outwards against the clamping walls of her vagina and then explode and jerk wildly around inside her like a fire-hose unleashed from all restraining hands.
"Oh God, fuck it… Oh God, fuck it," she chanted mindlessly beneath him, feeling the hotly spurting jets of his bestial semen pumping her helpless body full until it seemed it was filling her all the way up to her lustfully dancing breasts and seeping wetly out her nipples to the couch below.
At the same time, she felt the desperately working muscles of her stomach twitch and cramp, the walls of her hotly milking pussy open wide and gush out her own orgasm in warm slippery liquid all around the dog's still insanely jerking cock.
Another gush of searing white sperm splashed hotly across her hollowing back and into her silkily flailing hair and she could catch out of the corner of smoke-glazed eyes one of the men, his hand pumping desperately around his hardened cock, emptying his testicles over her nakedly perspiring flesh.
"Oooooooh Godddddd!!!" her mind screamed in total abandon now as she locked her cunt lips tighter around the dog's still hotly gushing cock, the inner muscles of the aroused little pussy mouth up between her thighs sucking him drier and drier.
And then it was over. As she felt the last electrically charged jolt of her own orgasm rip through her, she opened her mouth wide and screamed out her protest at its end, feeling at the same time, the limply deflated cock of the dog slip with a wet popping noise from her sperm flooded cunt.
She collapsed heavily down onto the couch, satiated, and yet, not satiated, the lewdly swirling semen of the animal in her belly sending fresh tinglings of desire through her already ravished loins.
"Goddamn, did you see that hot little bitch fuck that dog," she heard an unbelievingly breathless voice close by. "Man, I'm gettin' me a little of that pussy too!"
She smiled a dull, lazy smile and rolled slowly over on her back. Her knees lifted and then her legs fell provocatively apart in obscene invitation to the voice that had come to her through the dull haze of her drugged mind.
"Do it to me," she smiled lewdly. "Fuck me more."
She felt the hairiness of the male body crawling up between her open thighs and felt the hardness of his cock spearing deep into her naked cant making a wet sluicing noise as it hit the moisture of the animal semen still lodged far up inside her. Her hips ground back mechanically and she opened her mouth to groan loudly into the silence of the room.
Silence! Her brain froze! She had heard her own sound! The music had stopped.
She turned her head and everyone was looking back toward the entrance. No one moved. Back at the entrance to the lodge, stood Sheriff Lucas Lamont, a grim look impressed on his face and his gun drawn menacingly. No one in his right mind would have thought of crossing the sheriff at that particular moment… not even his own son who stood open-mouthed in the spotlight of the end of the couch…