The ocean shimmered in glistening yellows and pinks as the afternoon sun slowly sunk into the watery horizon outside of Jennifer's beach cottage. Jennifer moved restlessly across the living room, standing for a moment by the tray of reefers she had so carefully prepared for the party that night, counting them again to be sure there would be enough for her guests.
Her eyes slowly scanned the rest of the room and spotted two mugs on the window ledge half-filled with cold, black coffee. Taking them into the small kitchen, she rinsed the cups off with warm water, carefully rubbing the lipstick marks away with her thumb, then turned them upside down on the drainboard.
She walked back into the living room and inspected it once more. Everything seemed tidy enough, though she didn't know why she was going to so much bother for the party tonight. The people she picked out for her friends could really care less about such trivial matters as a tidy living room. All they cared about was getting high and tuning in to the wild music from her stereo collection… that, and of course the exchanging of ideas, and getting into heated arguments about the passing scene.
Most of this group consisted of the liberal faction as far as politics go, and they all insisted that the way to live your life was from a day to day existence, taking each minute and hour as it came.
They professed to love everyone, even their enemies, just as the Old Testament directed… of course they didn't follow it exactly, for they practiced "free-love" as though it were a religious inspiration.
Jennifer reached down and picked up one of the reefers from the tray, lighting it and taking a deep drag, letting the sweet pungent smoke fill her lungs completely until she could feel a painful burning sensation at the back of her throat.
"Christ, this is good strong stuff," she muttered, pulling on it again and taking a longer, more prolonged drag.
Already her head began to feel deliciously light, as though she were slowly drifting into a fantastic dreamy world of pleasure. She giggled to herself and turned on the stereo, sexily undulating her loins to the latin beat of the music, now permeating the room with the pulsating beat of bongo drums.
She danced across the rug in delightful abandon, swinging her arms loosely out in front of her and turning in fast, rapid circular motions, freezing suddenly as the drums came back on and jerking her hips from side to side in time with their pounding rhythm.
The slowly burning reefer, now dangling loosely from her mouth, sparked and glowed from the swish of air that played across it's burning ember… as Jennifer whirled and twirled herself into absolute dizziness, then finally collapsed onto the rug in complete exhaustion.
Her entire body felt light and free from any weight, even the pull of gravitation. Her thoughts were all good and everything, even her most disturbing problems seemed minuscule and unimportant, now that the hashish had absorbed itself into the deep recesses of her mind.
She lay there momentarily, completely enjoying the familiar lifting sensation in her head, a sensual heightening of her mind as her thoughts spiraled beautifully around in her brain… the colors she saw and the things she touched, taking on a new and intensive perspective.
Patricia would be down in a few minutes, for it was almost time for the guests to arrive. The girl was deliberately delaying her entrance until a few people had arrived… Jennifer smiled to herself as she thought about Patricia's reluctance to be alone in the same room with her.
Ever since yesterday morning, when she had so skillfully conned the younger girl into going over to the studio and offering her services to Larry and Ellen, they had scarcely exchanged more than a few words to each other. Obviously, Jennifer knew, Patricia felt shy and embarrassed at what she thought of as her "faux pas". She was not in the position now to suspect that Jennifer had engineered their intimate affair in the bath, and the even more sensual love-play which had followed.
The whole episode had been nothing more to Jennifer than a sort of softening-up of the girl for Larry and Ellen. They wanted to be sure that the models she supplied to them didn't possess too many inhibitions, and what better way could there be of insuring that the girls would finally end up stripping and posing for them as sexily as possible?
All of her detailed preliminaries with the new models usually saved a great deal of time for the brother and sister, and Jennifer got a 15 percent increase on her commission if she succeeded in seducing the girls before they kept their first appointment. All the same, Jennifer did feel a slight pang of regret for the way in which she so cleverly deceived Patricia. Not that this girl was any different from the others, but Jennifer kept seeing her big hazel-green eyes, so sad and compassionate, and so filled with unvoiced dismay because she thought she had hurt Jennifer by her sexual performance. Of course, everything Jennifer had told her about the older girl seducing her was completely true. The episode had really happened in exactly the way she had related it to Patricia, but she had narrated the same story so many times, and to so many different girls, that it had long ago stopped seeming real to her. It was as if she had rehearsed the lines of a play so intensively that they no longer had the power to move her any longer, no matter how poignant they had been at the beginning.
She reached the final draw on her reefer and crushed the tiny butt into an ashtray, sighing regretfully as the thought of the whole messy affair lingered deep in her conscience. The hashish was increasing her self-pity gradually, until waves of misery began to steal through her tormented mind. With a determined effort, the girl swung her legs to the floor and forced herself to stand up. Movement of any kind seemed to disperse the effect of the drug, and feeling more in control of herself now, she walked back into the kitchen and poured herself a foaming glass of beer.
Greedily gulping down the frothy liquid until she could see the bottom of the glass, she heaved a sigh of relief and wiped off the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand… she felt better almost at once. There was really no sense in letting morbid feelings like this persist, she thought, besides, there was nothing that could be done about them, anyway. They were best ignored or suppressed.
Thinking of Patricia again, Jennifer giggled as she remembered that she had a further surprise in store for her Monday… Larry and Ellen were fast movers, and Patricia would soon learn plenty under their tutorship.
The ringing of the doorbell brought Jennifer back to the present, at last the party could get going, she thought impatiently, as she hurried to answer it. She opened the door with a set smile on her face, then gasped in amazement as she stared at her unexpected visitor. Before her stood Mark Saunders, an old boyfriend that she hadn't seen for months and months! Jennifer stood there speechless for a moment, not knowing quite what to say to him.
She had met Mark Saunders over a year ago at one of those ultra literary parties in Hollywood, and she took to him right away… he was handsome, charming, witty, and above all else, a rebel in every sense of the word.
During that first conversation between them, the young writer mentioned that one of his novels had been seized by the police and, after a brief court case, had been banned… after that Jennifer had seen to it that their first casual encounter had been followed by a brief, but blazing love affair.
Jennifer's strong animal attraction to him in the physical sense became even more poignant when she found that his basic social beliefs were almost identical to hers, although she found out later, unlike her he was a pure idealist and had a tendency to be a bit too romantic about sexual encounters. But he loathed authority of any kind; he was well-informed about the "hip" scene without being pretentious about it. One day he called her to tell her that he was going away to write a book, and that the L.A. scene was too distracting a place to concentrate in. That was the last time she had spoke to him, and often wondered in the months that followed what had happened to him… now as he stood there before her, all the old attraction for him was rapidly coming back…
"Mark! Where on earth have you been… It's so good to see you again!"
He laughed happily at her surprise, lifting her up in his arms, half-carrying her down the hall, and planted a warm kiss on her lips.
"Believe it or not I've been working, Jugs," he laughed. "Jugs" was the nickname he had christened her with the first time he got a look at her huge, firm breasts. He began to whirl her around and around him in a playful manner, still holding her helplessly in the air.
"Hey, put me down!" Jennifer wriggled her breasts against him, laughing and pretending to punch his shoulders.
He ignored her pleas and buried his face in her neck, growling and biting her skin playfully, as they came to the entrance of the livingroom. Then suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks! His eyes were opened wide in disbelieving amazement, staring past Jennifer at Patricia, now standing at the foot of the stairway.
"I don't believe it!" he half-whispered, then gave a long, dry whistle, his face still contorted from the sudden surprise. As if in a dreamlike trance, his hands slowly left Jennifer's body, lowering her gently to the floor.
Patricia was standing halfway on the last step of the stairway with her hand on the banister, looking at him as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Patricia!" He moved quickly towards her, caught both of her hands in his and gave the girl a broad, genuinely pleased smile. "This is fantastic! What on earth are you doing here?"
The touch of his hands on hers sent jolting electrical impulses whirring through her body, and she felt winded, as if she had just run for ten miles without stopping to rest. She blushed deeply, thinking that he could probably hear the pounding of her heart, thudding wildly inside her and pumping blood up to her brain so fast that she leaned slightly towards him to stop the dizziness.
Patricia took a deep breath and smiled up at him, determined not to let her emotions betray her, for she was not sure where she really stood with him now, or for that matter, just how much their brief affair had meant to him. When she finally spoke, her voice did not give away her inner feelings.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," she said, the initial excitement gradually ebbing.
His eyes were as warm and exciting as she remembered them, smoldering with secret promises of love and crinkling boyishly at the corners at the same time, as if he were laughing at his own burning desires.
"Friends?" he asked her quietly. And then Patricia suddenly remembered how abruptly she left the beach cottage that day, leaving no word of explanation.
She nodded, then smiled. "I tried to find you later, I-I wrote you but…"
He cut short her apologies. "There's no need to say anything," he told her. "We were both very much on edge then… Anyway… let's just forget it, luck is with me today, I've finally finished that book, and found you again in the same week. What more could I ask for?"
"Oh, Mark, I'm so happy for you. I knew how much you wanted to finish it, that's why I…"
"No more about that," he said softly, increasing the warm pressure of his hand on hers. "Are you staying with Jennifer now?"
"Y-Yes, I'm trying to find a steady job in modeling, and Jennifer's sort of helping me along… my money's running a little low right now." She looked over his shoulder and met Jennifer's eyes. The girl was staring at them with a puzzled, almost angry look on her face… as if she deeply resented their knowing each other.
Jennifer, who had been watching this exchange with mounting impatience, now interrupted the couple's intimate reunion.
"Suppose you two lovebirds come downstairs and help me open a few bottles of beer. It's time we got this party moving!" she called. "You'll have plenty of time for tete-a-tetes later on."
Patricia released her hands from Mark's, and looked over at the other girl quizzically. Jennifer was standing with her arms folded, now unable to disguise the anger in her voice and in her stance. What was the matter with her, Patricia wondered. Surely she wasn't jealous… Mark wasn't her lover too, was he? No, that wouldn't account for Jennifer's bad temper. She knew the girl well enough to realize that Jennifer was cool enough in her relationships not to be put out by an unfaithful lover. But something was clearly bothering her, and it obviously had some connection with Mark and herself.
Patricia shrugged her shoulders. Whatever it was, it couldn't be helped now that he was with her again. She hadn't realized before just how much he meant to her until he had appeared right out of the blue, but the pounding of her heart and weak feeling at the pit of her stomach told her that she wasn't about to let him get away so easily this time…
After those first few uncomfortable moments with Jennifer, Patricia noticed with relief the other girl gradually relax, becoming her old "cool" self again, laughing with them and telling Mark the latest gossip and happenings revolving around their inner circle of friends. It was not until much later when the rest of the people had firmly entrenched themselves in the livingroom, that Jennifer slowly withdrew from them, becoming moody once more and talking little to anyone around her. She began to chain-smoke from the tray of reefers… and at a rough count Patricia guessed that the girl had gone through at least six of the home-made sticks.
Patricia also noticed that none of Jennifer's "friends" seemed to pay very much attention to her withdrawal, for most of them were perfectly content to curl up on the floor and drink beer, talk and smoke an occasional reefer themselves. Patricia tried to join in the conversations, but despite the undeniably interesting topics which weaved patterns all around her, she was beginning to feel bored and restless.
Ever since Jennifer's first interruption, she hadn't really had much of an opportunity to talk to Mark, because the boy had been led into conversation after conversation as each new guest had arrived at the cottage.
He was in another intense conversation now with a studious-looking man wearing horn-rimmed glasses and dressed in the tweedy, casual manner of a university professor. From his appearance and from the way Mark listened to him, Patricia guessed that he was someone pretty influential. This was confirmed to her when the man finally left the room and Mark came over to the fireplace where Patricia sat with her back propped against the wall.
"He's a reader for one of the big publishers," Mark told her apologetically. "They might possibly take a chance on my next book… It's been difficult to find a publisher for what I'm really interested in writing… ever since that court case."
The room was thick with the fumes of hashish, and Patricia, who had still not experimented with the drug, felt a wave of nausea slowly envelope her as she looked back up at him.
"Couldn't we sneak up to my room and talk about it, Mark?" she asked with a half-pleading look in her upraised eyes. "All this smoke and noise is making me ill."
The never-ending L.P. of Indian music was turned up to the highest volume on Jennifer's stereo, with the plaintive, wailing sound of weird instruments filling the room, its purpose mainly to enhance the setting of the drug-takers.
Without another word or hesitation, Mark pulled Patricia to her feet, quickly stealing a glance at Jennifer who now seemed oblivious to everything happening around her. She lay with her head on another man's lap, eyes closed, her fingers tapping against her thigh in rhythm with the pulsating music.
As soon as they were safely inside her bedroom, Mark took her in his arms and began kissing her feverishly as if he were trying to absorb completely her voluptuous, young body by his ardent movements. He ran his trembling lips across the smooth skin of her forehead and down on her flushed cheeks, on the tip of her nose, then planted them firmly on her slightly parted lips. His mouth felt both familiar and strangely exciting to Patricia, as if she were tasting sweet water from a trickling fountain that would never be able to quench her thirst.
She pressed her body tightly against his, squashing her firm full breasts against his hard expansive chest, remembering the heated passion they both had shared months before. Patricia was wearing a dark green mini-skirt that ended just six inches above her well-formed knees. Beneath that, a pair of skin-colored tights served as both stockings and panties, covering her bottom half in seductive sheerness and transparency. A cool, crisp blouse tucked neatly below the narrow band of the skirt bristled its starchiness against the rough texture of his sports coat as their bodies rubbed and twisted against each other with mounting passion.
Mark worked his mouth over her parted, gasping lips, gradually slipping his tongue between her teeth, then slowly swirling it around the wet moistness within. He moved his hands down her body, drew her brief skirt up over her ripe buttocks and began to massage the firmly tensed cheeks through the sensuous feeling material of the girl's tights.
He moaned softly as he continued to massage them lovingly… they were so soft and supple, so easy to pull, first this way and then that… He pressed them tightly, straining her body even more against his own, his fingers curling so that they fitted contourously into the twin curves of her luscious buttocks.
Patricia's short skirt slowly began to creep up in front as she pressed against him tightly, and Mark could feel the hot coal of passion from deep within her loins burning against his leg. The warmth felt good on him, proof beyond a doubt that her cravings matched his own, and he gently nudged her legs apart with his knee, nestling the side of his thigh tightly against her open crotch.
Patricia responded rapidly to this fondling by placing her hands firmly on his buttocks, rubbing and caressing them sensuously as she jerked and twisted against him, her whole body now begging to be fucked again by him as she had been before. Her tongue worked violently inside his mouth, taunting him with its liquid, incessant movements. She made tiny little muffled cries, wrung torturously from her lips each time he pressed his thigh against her hot, open crotch.
Mark could feel his growing cock reaching full erection as Patricia writhed and squirmed her cunt shamelessly against him, and tried to hold himself in check now as he felt several small droplets of cum oozing from his throbbing gland. Two of his long fingers crept into the globular mounds of her ass cheeks, pushing the material of her tights well into the crease, rubbing greedily up and down the warm hollow until he could feel the tight, resilient hole of her tiny puckered anus.
She grunted in sharp surprise as his probing fingers tried to push into the tight elastic ring, and opened her legs wider, raising herself at the same time on tiptoe to press her hot, sweltering loins more intimately into his rising passion. She strained and squirmed her whole pelvis against him, feeling his penis slide to the left and right as she worked her crotch desperately into his rising maleness.
Breathing heavily, Mark ended their long kiss, and started to walk the lust-drunken girl backwards to the softness of her bed. They moved dreamlike as if in a trance for a half-dozen paces until the backs of Patricia's knees bumped softly against the edge of the mattress. Then he lowered her, his hands never leaving the hot, quivering cheeks of her bottom, until she was lying flat back on the bed… her feet still resting on the threadbare carpet.
He maneuvered himself down beside her, his fingers still securely entrenched in her protesting anus, taking lustful pleasure in her small mewls of pain. He brought his mouth down to her open thighs and pressed his lips along the soft silky inside of her leg. His mouth sank firmly into the resilient flesh, and she parted her thighs even wider, enabling him to see the quivering lips of her vagina, completely visible through the transparent nylon of her tights.
Patricia could now feel the pressure of his strong bands gently urging and pushing against the softness of her inner thighs until they were slowly spread wide apart in a V-position. She looked down on him, eagerly awaiting his next move, her secret treasure open to him to do as he willed. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly then made firm contact with the target.
"Ohhhhh!" She jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft hair-covered mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the curly soft fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the nylon-covered mound, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the tight throbbing opening of her cunt.
With trembling, barely controllable hands, Patricia quickly unbuttoned her blouse and, arching her body and pushing her screaming loins hard against his face in the movement, she desperately reached back and unclasped her bra. Not wanting to lose the urgency of the moment, she moved her own hands sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid them slowly down her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs moving her legs open and shut against his ears and allowing him as much access as was possible through the straining nylon to her hot, moist pussy.
Through the thin-stretched material of her tights, he tasted the warm secretion now amply flowing from inside her into his sucking mouth, the thin, veneered hose totally inadequate to hold him at bay. His tongue pushed hard into the tense stretch of the tights pressing them wetly into her pink, open slit, and licked rapidly at the pulsating clitoris between her thighs. His thumbs pressing firmly on either side of it, caused it to bulge out more prominently than before.
Patricia strained her body, making a tremendous effort of will-power to keep her hips untensed and her buttock muscles slack. She closed her eyes blissfully and moved her hands back up to the twin globular mounds of her titties. The nipples had started to throb lewdly already, and it required only a brief manipulation with the tips of her fingers for her to feel them grow more stiff and erect. The wonderful tongue darting lizard-like between her wide-spread legs seemed to be causing her already ballooning breasts to inflate much larger than their normal size. They seemed so huge now that Patricia was getting almost as great a thrill from touching and fondling them as she was from the sensuous licking tongue thrusting between her legs below.
The lust-inspired Mark had now rested his nose gently against her pubic mound and was inhaling deeply through it, making it plain to her that he no longer controlled himself. He was sniffing animal-like at her sex and enjoying every intake of her rare and mysterious bouquet. He rubbed his flared nostrils from side to side, the transparent material becoming moist with the flow of excited secretions.
Patricia was beyond the point of controlling her inner muscles now, and she throbbed helplessly inside under the probing of his nose and mouth, even though their violent lovemaking had only begun a few short moments before.
As he felt the uneven and desperate jerking of her crotch against his face, Mark brought his other fingers from beneath her buttocks and quickly pinched up two folds of the pantyhose between his forefingers and thumbs. He ripped at the material as hard as he could, deriving a savage pleasure from the way the soft, flimsy material shredded suddenly in his hands.
No sooner had the tight material been torn from her crotch, than the swollen lips of her tortured vagina burst free and open to his touch, like the sudden blooming of a hot house flower. Mark ran his tongue teasingly into the soft rimmed flesh, flicking softly at it for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing it again to tantalize cruelly around the ragged pink edges.
Patricia moaned softly and reached her eager hands down around his ears, gently urging him to continue his maddening manipulations. He paused and let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over her tight little hole as she frantically squirmed her crotch back up against his face. As his lips rounded and covered the contracting opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his jerking head.
He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in a desperate sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive.
Her heels pushed down against his back pressing his body into the hungry flesh trap between her legs until he couldn't breath, his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It incited his penis to a hardness that he could no longer control… he knew he could wait not another minute to plunge his hot, impatient cock deep into her warm, soft pussy.
Patricia's body was lost in a furious hot passion that she had never felt before. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening fleshy probe between her legs. Her love for Mark incited her further, and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head. She had never expected it could be like this, that he or any man could bring such hot primitive passions from her body. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared hole.
"Oh! Ohhh! Aggghhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access.
Then, he could stand the prolonged torture no longer! He reached out for her flailing legs and grasped them behind the knees, shoving them back against her shoulders, while slithering his cock up against the juice-soaked opening between her wide-stretched legs at the same time. His rigid stiff cock brushed against the wet dripping pubic hair. In obedient servitude, Patricia locked her ankles tightly behind his neck as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, pressing her back against the soft, giving mattress. As he looked down between their bodies, he could see her upturned ass completely exposed to his staring eyes.
The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips in open invitation, the wet, moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.
As he hovered over her pleading body, Patricia could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her open, quivering slit. The jerking head of his cock rested throbbing between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips down toward it, her hungry cunt searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip.
And then he entered her. His long hungry penis drove and burrowed its way through the soft cushions of moist flesh until it was nestled solidly at the bottom of her waiting vagina. Mark paused, trying to catch his breath now from the floating, almost breathless feeling of ecstasy that charged through his body. His hot, pulsating rod lay still in her deepness, feeling the warm, moist walls of her cunt tightly clasped around it, as if it had been custom made for his hardened cock.
"Oooooh, baby," he mumbled, struggling to force her into a better position. And, although his knees felt weak and shaky he managed to slide them up on the soft mattress against her soft, flaccid buttocks, forcing her legs up tightly around his waist.
Patricia responded eagerly to this position, trapping his body in a vice-like grip between her strong, flexing thighs. Her loins were now twisting and turning crazily, screwing tight up the full length of his cock to the chant of the Indian L.P.'s that drifted up to them through the wooden planks of the bedroom floor. The full moon filtered through the bamboo curtain, throwing horizontal bars of light across her solid body and partially illuminating her lovely face.
She continued to work her body against his, her eyes in the seraphic smile of the Madonna, slightly parted in a mysterious smile. Her body seemed extraordinary light and gauzy and he reached down and kneaded his hard fingers into the softness of her breasts as if testing to see if she were really there beneath him, letting him fuck her like that.
Her tits gave way beneath the pressure of his hands in marshmallow softness, except for the two hard pulsating peaks of her nipples which rose and fell, then stood hard and erect on their own, cresting the two snowy mounds of flesh with the color of baked earth.
Outside her bedroom door the endless trod of feet could be heard making their way clumsily to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Downstairs the party seemed to be building up in momentum, gleeful shrieks punctuated the low drone of conversation and the stereo was now turned on full blast with the erotic sounds from the L.P.'s now completely satiating the room around them.
Mark pulled his rock hard cock slowly in and out of her hot, throbbing pussy to the erotic rhythm of the Indian music as Patricia's body ground in slow motion around it, her head turning listlessly from side to side as if she were caught up in the throes of a heated, primitive dance. Her heavy-lidded eyes stared past his passion-contorted face and up to the ceiling as if she didn't realize that he existed.
He worked the hard, throbbing head of his cock slowly outwards to the tip of her quivering cuntal lips, massaging it over and over against the bud of her clitoris. The tormenting caress of his cock against the hot, sensitive area between her thighs inflamed Patricia back to conscious awareness, and she jerked her heels against his back, pulling his penis deep down inside her again.
"Oh… God! Don't take it out again," she pleaded, her eyes now widened almost in fear. "Don't ever take it out of me again! I want you to fuck me and fuck me… foreeeever!"
Patricia slid her fingers lovingly through his hair and pulled his mouth down onto her breast, at the same time arching her body so that they thrust themselves against his face, almost smothering him, with their softness.
He sucked down on them gratefully, moving greedily from one firm, pulsating mound to the next, taking a portion into his mouth each time and fastening his teeth securely on it as he continued to suck at her in greedy, desire-filled abandonment.
Two scuffling pair of feet could be heard just outside the bedroom door, and the soft plywood creaked and gave slightly as the weight of a body was pressed against.
"Not here, Rob," Jennifer's slurred voice could be heard on the other side of the door. "My room's down the hall… stop that! Oh my God! Someone will see us!"
"What do you care, baby… You've got me so hot that I can't make it that far."
Mark and Patricia froze momentarily from the sound of lewd voices on the other side of the door, but then renewed their rhythmic fucking, now unable to fight against the tide of passion that completely enveloped their lust-consumed bodies.
He slipped his hands down to the soft curves of her small waistline and slid them under the smooth globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, oozing foam-like around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths than ever before.
Patricia raised her head and worked her tongue up into his gasping mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from deep in her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense from the intensity of her feeling as she writhed and twisted beneath him. There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her as she would never be fucked again in her entire life! The sound of Jennifer's pleading, yet lust-filled voice on the other side of the thin wooden door only seemed to add to the urgency and abandoned pleasure of the moment.
Jennifer's body was trapped, standing against the firm, unyielding wood and in front of her Rob, now in a semi-daze from the hashish and her teasing manipulations against his loins, had already unzipped his pants and was pointing his hard inflamed cock at her wide-spread legs as though it were a gun ready to be fired.
He reached up under her short mini dress and pulled roughly down on her panties, not caring in the least if someone should happen to wander by and witness the lewd scene. Then, without ceremony, he forced her legs wider and putting his hands under her knees lifted up so that her feet were high off the floor, her back pressed tight against the wall. Her legs were wide apart, the whole of her naked crotch presented up to him. Then, he rammed forward, sinking his throbbing cock quickly into the moist open cunt between her thighs, now wet and open to his hot, lust-aching rod, making an easy but brutal penetration.
"Ooooooh," Jennifer gasped, the sound bubbling from her half-parted lips as she felt his delicious hardness impale her like a stiff sword.
He pushed into it again with a sudden quick movement, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding butter-like before his attack.
"Agghhhhhh!" she groaned louder, at the same time grinding down at his hot loins using the door as a lever against her pushing back. Jennifer put her hands up on Rob's wide shoulders as he tensed the muscles of his arms, to support her legs cradled over them, trapping her squirming crotch against the firm upward pounding of his hot, pulsating shaft. Her eyes were wide open and dilated from the hashish, her mouth parted and closed with each brutal upward thrust whose momentum lifted her body up and down the wall as though she were a yo-yo.
Rob buried his mouth in her shoulder and bit down hard on the tender flesh. His face was contorted with the savage anger of a man that had been teased too long and was now returning his previous suffering, blow by blow, brutally spearing into her hot, throbbing belly with lustful uncontrollable passion. There was no room for tenderness here because he knew the girl wouldn't accept it if it were offered to her, in fact she would probably laugh at his attempts to be civil. So now as he fucked into her for all passing eyes to see, he secretly knew that his brutal, uncaring rape of her loins was what she had been waiting for all night as she sat beside him in the dimmed living room, playing her fingers across his crotch until he was almost out of his mind from the excitement.
The crude rhythmic thumping against the door could clearly be heard by the churning, twisting couple inside as they slowly built up an intensified climatic peak within their grinding organs, driving and lunging at each other's body with suicidal frenzy. Mark strained forward and rammed deep into her as far as he could drive his hard, tortured cock, jerking the base of it tight up against her inflamed clitoris with each wild lunging movement.
Patricia grew so stimulated from these manipulations that she thrust herself forward dropping her legs until her feet once more touched the carpet, her thighs splayed out as fully as possible, Mark's body lying over her, with his toes just on the floor… his thighs locked together between hers. The slipping down of Patricia's feet forced his cock to penetrate the girl from a new and exciting angle. It was driven almost vertical, deep into her cunt, the thick stem twisted upwards and digging exquisitely against her clitoris with every forward spring. To better support her awkward position, Patricia gripped desperately at the sides of the bed for support, her hands holding tightly to the fold of the blanket as she levered herself up and down lewdly on his pistoning cock.
"Yessss… Yesss, I'm cumming darling!" she started to choke and gurgled up at him. "I'm… cummingggggg!"
And then suddenly he felt his loins jerk uncontrollably beneath him as the white flow of hot liquid rushed from his hard thrusting penis deep into her wet, gaping vagina. He gripped her hips tight between his hand and shoved his cock deeper into her as the first spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her womb, filling the hot moist cavity to the bursting point as her desperately clenching buttocks continued to milk his hot, jetting sperm far, far into her.
As Mark squeezed the last of his juices into Patricia's gaping pussy, he could hear the groans and moans of the couple outside the door as they too began to climb the peak, straining to fall into the delicious limbo of orgasm.
Jennifer was bouncing off Rob like an electric drill, jerking and bucking her hot loins against his hard shaft like she was trying to feel and read every part of it in Braille. She plowed her haunches against him like a wild she-animal in the forest, not a human word escaping from her parted lips, not a sign that she knew any language at all except the grunting and groaning noises she used to urge him on against her as if he too were a dumb animal… to be used for her sexual satisfactions.
"Stick it up in me harder," she gasped, not caring that two other men from the party downstairs had roamed into the hallway in search of the toilet.
They both stood there, high on the hashish, watching the lewd fucking scene before them in the casual detached manner of viewing a pornographic film, chuckling mildly at the frantic bucking Rob was going through as he tried to spill his cum up into the wild female screwing her crotch down on him. Another man came up behind them and the three of them stepped closer to the writhing couple to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle taking place before them.
One of the men, apparently one of Jennifer's past conquests from the insinuating remarks he was muttering under his breath, lifted up her dress so they could all clearly see Rob's inflated cock ramming into hair-covered cunt. A simultaneous gasp escaped from their lips as they stood watching the swollen cuntal lips of her vagina pull and stretch from the pressure of the cruel in and out thrusts.
Jennifer leaned her body flat against the door, thoroughly excited by the naked looks of lust spread across the gaping faces of the men that surrounded her. The man closest to the right side of her grabbed her bouncing breasts and began to squeeze them through the thin material of her dress. The stimulating massage incited Jennifer's lust to new heights, and she threw her head loosely from side to side, muttering lewd words at the group.
"Thaat's it," she hissed, "Pull my tits! Fuck me… Fuck me… I'm just about to spill my load!"
No sooner had the words escaped her lips, when she suddenly bucked forward against Rob, her mouth open wide like a gasping fish.
"Ooooohhhhh… Aggghhhhh! Don't stop everrrr…!" Her words mixed and swirled out of her salivating mouth and her eyes bulged wide open shrilling out her climax while looking helplessly into the staring faces of the other men surrounding her.
Rob could feel his own hot cum shooting up into her as if the fountain inside him could not be turned off. He was glad he had an audience now because it made everything he was doing to her seem even more obscene and vile that it actually was.
When he had finished his job, his weak limbs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor on his knees, still groaning and muttering to himself through the haze of hashish that clouded his mind. Jennifer was caught by one of the men standing near them and carried off to her bedroom with the other two following, knowing that each of them would eventually get their turn on top of her before the night was over.
Mark pulled the soft wool blanket around Patricia's head, muffling out the lewd sounds on the other side of the door, and gently nuzzled the full length of his body against hers; the thrill from their love-making pulsed through his body even now as they both lay dry-throated in weary exhaustion. The ticking of the alarm clock by the side of the bed mixed with their deep breathing, and soon the lewd sounds outside were muted as if some giant hand had swept Jennifer and her lover away… leaving Mark and Patricia alone in their exhausted satiation.
Mark had slipped his limp, moist penis from her and its red length gleamed in wet droplets of both his own and Patricia's orgiastic fluids. He felt it brush itchingly over the sheer silk of her sexy tights, then droop a little as his body lost contact with her. Still nestled up close to her, he drew her head onto his shoulder and closed his eyes.
One thing was certain, he thought playing the tips of fingers over her curvy hips, he wasn't going to let this alluring and utterly satisfying girl out of his sight if he could help it. He had never found a sex-partner so incredibly attuned to his particular tastes. They both had reached a satisfying climax at almost the same time… and, even more important, they had a kind of intuitive understanding of what pleased the other.
He had written his last book after the inspiration she'd given him at their first meeting, and already he felt a strong emotional attachment to her… apart from his strong physical desire. She might turn out to be someone very important in his life, he thought. His eyelids began to grow heavy as he started to drift off in a light sleep… someone very important… kept running through his foggy mind, and then he was asleep.
"What kind of modeling job?"
An hour or two had passed and they were sitting up on the bed now, smoking and talking. Mark repeated the question, since Patricia hadn't replied and a small but uncomfortable pause had settled between them.
"It's… it's for pin-up photos," she said at last. "You know… nude, lingerie, swimsuits…" Patricia turned a suspicious eye on him. He seemed to have received the news of her first important job with a kind of ominous apprehension.
"Why do you ask?" she said, "Surely you don't think there's anything wrong in that sort of thing?" She put a finger under his chin and tilted his face towards her. "Or do you?"
He smiled, bent his mouth and kissed the palm of her hand.
"Of course I don't," he replied, "As long as that's all there is to it." He took Patricia's hand and stared down at it, caressing her fingers lightly.
"You say Jennifer arranged this appointment for you?" he asked casually.
Patricia nodded. "That's right. Why… do you think she's got some dark, ulterior motive?" She was teasing him again. Mark started to say something else, then changed his mind.
"I don't think she's really that much of a friend to you, Patricia, and you might find out later that Jennifer is not as loyal to you as you wish to believe right now."
"Oh, really, Mark!" Patricia stood up and started to adjust her clothing. "For God's sake let me use my own judgment about this job, it's the first chance I've had at it for months and months. I want to find out about things by myself for a change. I'm sick and tired of having people tell me what's best for me… pointing out all the pitfalls. I put up with it for 21 years from my parents and now I want to be free of it!"
Patricia's voice and words were much angrier than his mild, tentative advice called for. And she knew this, but she hated the idea of people treating her as if she were still a small child. Whatever Larry and Ellen were like, she felt confident that she could handle them… Why did Mark have to try and spoil things for her now, just when she was beginning to feel sure that she could make a go of it in modeling?
He got up from the bed and lit another cigarette, taking short, quick puffs on it, unconsciously showing his mild irritation with her stubbornness.
"It's getting late… I'd better be going," he said. He turned back to look at her but Patricia deliberately kept her eyes on the floor, determined not to give in to his wishes now.
"Let's talk more about this matter when you've cooled off," he relented. "I can understand your thinking that I'm trying to run your life for you, but there's more to this than that. I'd hate you to get involved with something you're bound to regret later on."
There was real concern in his voice now and Patricia was tempted to apologize and listen to what he had to say about it. But something inside her insisted that she continue to run things her own way.
After Mark left, she lay thinking of what he said to her, weighing the pros and cons of the matter in her mind, until her eyes grew heavy with sleep again. Her whole body felt like a sack of cement… weighted and clumsy. She knew she should attempt to get up and change into her nightie but her physical weariness overcame any willpower she had left in her body. Sunday she would think the matter over again, but whatever she finally decided, she would at least go and see for herself what her potential employers were like… Tomorrow was another day and after that Monday and her appointment with Larry and Ellen would settle the matter… once and for all…