Lauralee had never seen anything like it before; she had never even looked closely at her own husband's thing, and, after the so-called honeymoon, had always turned off the lights when Marshall had insisted upon his husbandly rights. She tired to force herself from the chair, to move forward and turn off the detestable picture, but somehow her long legs refused to work.

The camera panned back, and she could see the couple in full. Even though they were obviously perverted, they were acceptably good-looking, and she was amazed that two such normal-appearing people would dirty themselves that way, by allowing their animalistic performance to be filmed. And the way the woman was squirming and heaving, moaning deep in her throat, as if she was really enjoying the brutal thrusting of the man's thick organ.

The chill that had numbed the back of Lauralee's neck changed subtly as the woman called out shamelessly that she was coming, coming, and the camera zoomed in tight again to show the man's sack leaping convulsively as he also reached his orgasm. Lauralee hadn't known it did that, and she frowned again when she realized that the nipples of her breasts had grown erect.

She gripped her thighs, her fingernails digging into tender flesh as she watched the penis itself, withdrawn from the woman's vagina, the slow oozing of creamy semen that dripped down the red and swollen shaft. Then she gasped, for suddenly a mouth was up close to the thing, a smiling mouth with red lips and a pink tongue darting. The tongue lapped at the thickly sliding semen and drew the pasty stuff into her mouth.

Lauralee shuddered violently. She knew that such perversions went on in the world, but she had never had the slightest idea that she would be personally exposed to them. How depraved could people get? She fought to stand up, to blot out the nauseating scene, but her legs betrayed her.

There! The shameless bitch was actually taking the greasy glans into her mouth, drawing it deeply and sucking on it. Lauralee could see the woman's throat working and make out the in-dipping of the cheeks. How could she stand the very idea of doing that, much less the taste, which must be icky? It was bad enough to be forced to touch a man's penis, but to take it in your mouth!