Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

She said, "This… this is my first time." Her voice was bold. "You'll have to tell me what to do."

Val's face in the dancing light was surprised. "You really haven't turned on before, have you? You're really not kidding me."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, then, you just take a drag like you would on a regular cigarette," Val explained. "Hold the smoke in your lungs as long as you can, and then let it out. Slowly, very slowly. You drag in slowly, too. That's all there is to it."

Patty nodded, shivering with anticipatory nervousness. Finally, the lighter came to her and she fired the short brown cylinder which she had placed between her lips. She inhaled gently, as Val had instructed; the smoke had an odd but not at all unpleasant taste, although it was very hot curling into her lungs. She held it there bravely as she passed the lighter on to Val, holding it there for the count of ten and then releasing it. She tried a second inhalation, a third and a fourth; the smoke was not quite so hot now, actually very smooth, and she was able to hold it in her lungs for a longer period of time. The sweetish, almost cloying odor of the marijuana seemed to fill the room as each of the six people smoked, and clouds of smoke seemed to hang like a pall above their heads. The room was once again dark as Renault had extinguished the lighter.

Patty took another puff on her muggle, and Val leaned close to her. “How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine," she said. "But I don't think I'm… turned on, or anything."

Val laughed softly. "Don't worry about that, honey. There's plenty of time." He chuckled again and, suddenly, he placed his hand carelessly on Patty's bare knee, just below the hem of her dress. He kneaded the smooth satiny flesh tenderly with his fingers.

Patty felt a momentary anger at this familiarity, but it passed almost as quickly as it had come. The thin cigarette seemed somehow to have dulled her basic inhibitions; Val's hand felt warm and right on her knee, and to take it away would be to take away the pleasant male touch on her flesh. There wasn't anything wrong with a man and woman being close on an occasion such as this one; in fact, she was really thankful for his attention as she ventured into mental areas heretofore self-forbidden.

Patty finished the cigarette, watching the way Val dropped the narrow remains and the ash into the little cup and then following suit. Almost immediately, Renault produced the cigarette box and the ritual was repeated. As she smoked her second reefer, Patty could feel a great peace take hold of her body, an ultimate relaxing of all her tensions, a complete abating of all the pressures of her world. She felt free and gentle, happy and responsive, and when Val moved closer to her, sliding his hand upward so that his fingertips were resting, caressing, on her soft inner thigh, a scant inch from her panty-covered pubic mound, she made no move to stop him. His touch felt so fine, so good… She leaned against him as though she had known him forever as she inhaled the sweet, pungent smoke, pressing her soft, pliant breast against his arm. He was so nice, she thought through her marijuana haze, such a nice, kind man…

The second marijuana cigarette was nothing but ash now, and moments later the ritual was repeated for a third time. Val's hand was stroking Patty's leg and thigh now, up and down, fingertips almost but not quite touching the soft silken crotchband of her panties. She was aware that her feminine sex juices had begun to flow, moistening the thin material between her legs, and that the first stirrings of sexual arousal were beginning to burn slightly in her stomach. Such a wonderful feeling, the marijuana and the passion comingling… She began to squirm her buttocks down very gently against the pillow as Val's hand teased its way up and down her naked thigh. She drew on her third reefer, and the faces of the others in the room no longer seemed like strangers to her.

They seemed soft and warm, like a close-knit family, in the glow of the lighter flame and in the pale moonlight from the French doors. She felt a need to take off her shoes and did so, with her left hand, wiggling her naked toes against the wonderful silky material of the pillow, squirming her buttocks down at the same time.

And then, suddenly, the man's fingers, next to her, reached her moist panties, brushing against the outside of the filmy material, tracing upward along her flimsily protected cuntal slit. She didn't jump or recoil from his touch, it felt so nice to be stroked that way, and as though in a dream she opened her legs wider to accept his caress, nuzzling protectively against him as they both smoked. Time seemed not to exist for Patty now, nothing seemed to exist except the great relaxed soft peacefulness that was her body, even her admitted arousal was soft, not at all overpowering. It was as if she could experience such feelings forever and not need the release of her passion, just float along on the tide of pleasantness forever and forever.

Val thought as he moved his middle finger up and down the drugged girl's wet silk-covered vagina; Holy Christ, she's really something! I only met her fifteen minutes ago, and here I am playing with her cunt! And what a nice hot little cunt it is too! There isn't going to be any problem throwing a fuck into this baby, no sir, and it's going to be one dandy fuck unless I miss my guess. Her first time with pot, eh? Beautiful, beautiful! She couldn't be reacting better if I'd planned it. And she'd been convinced that she wasn't turned on! Jesus, Jesus!

Carefully, afraid to break the spell, he insinuated his finger inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties now, drawing the material back over the deliciously wet juicy lips of her cunt, with his forefinger and then stroking the moist furrow with his middle finger, teasing upward along the soft hair-lined slit to explore the entire lubricated expanse. She was hot, all right, damned hot! He wormed his middle finger, just the tip, into her vagina and with a soft moan she squirmed her firm young buttocks down against the pillow pleasurably. He took the finger out then and found the erect knob of her clitoris; it seemed to vibrate with delirious passion against his digit and he tickled it with his fingernail, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. She made a pleased, relaxed sound, wiggling her sensuous buttocks, her cunt seeming to open and close like the mouth of a fish in anticipation as he slowly played with her open clitoris.

Renault, you lecherous bastard, you really know how to invite the right women to these parties of yours! Val thought. A tender innocent-looking piece like this Patty Jennings is what I've been looking forward to all day, and you didn't disappoint me. Hell, you never do, Rick old man. That last party, with Patty's friend Marcia, was a beaut, too. I've never had a better fuck; that is, until now because this Patty is going to outdo her, I've got a feeling about that and my big, stiff cock is never wrong about such things.

Patty finished her third marijuana cigarette, as did the others, and through drug dimmed eyes she watched Rick Renault get slowly to his feet. As if slow-motion, she saw Barbara Davis take Renault's proffered hand and pull herself up. Renault stepped closer to her and his fingers nimbly unbuttoned two of the buttons on the front of her black dress. Patty saw that she was not wearing a bra. Then Renault reached inside the bosom of the dress and took one of Barbara's firm, darkly areoled breasts out and held it cupped in the palm of his hand. He said a few short phrases in a strange language which Patty did not understand, and then he lowered his head to the nude breast he held and took the erect nipple between his teeth, kissing it briefly, and then released it. Barbara stood robotlike as he did this, her lips slightly parted in passion, then he returned the breast inside the bodice of the garment.