Jean Sifton - Underground model

Patricia began to run her trembling hands over the white globular mounds of Jennifer's buttocks, smoothly stroking at them with long, loving caresses. She moved her other hand gradually between the small valley of Jennifer's tits and softly milked at the spongy muscle closest to her grasp, unconsciously arousing the older girl to new and more pronounced heights of lustfulness.

Jennifer's breasts responded immediately to the soft petting and the brown pointed buds of her nipples sprang to life, peaking and ebbing with each gasp of air that rushed from her lungs. Her tongue pierced the hot moistness of the small puckered lips beneath her with rapid in and out thrusts, exploring every nook and crevice and running it over the hard enamel surface of Patricia's sharp tiny teeth. She slowly inserted a finger into the soft, tight cuntal opening that nestled between Patricia's wide-spread limbs, and began moving it in and out of her as if it were a miniature penis.

Unconsciously, Patricia moved her fingers down Jennifer's tummy until they closed around the ripe protuberance of the gaping cunt that poised expectantly over her quivering body. Her knuckles pressed urgently against the hairy mound as she sought the opening of her lover's hole, first fondling the thick lips, then easily sliding her middle finger deep into the well-lubricated passage. Jennifer's insides were warm and deliciously soft, her cum fluids flowed around Patricia's long finger like hot melting butter.

Gasping, their tongues continued to lick furiously in each other's mouths, following the rhythm of their stiff, ramming fingers, now thrusting in and out of each other's sexes. There could be no gentle caressing, for both girls were far too aroused and sexually excited to think of prolonging the love play. Together, they separated and plunged into each other as wildly as they knew how, and neither girl tried to hold back the mutual lust and hot passions that burst from their straining bodies.

Jennifer thrust her forefinger as far as it could go… deeper and harder into the womb of the writhing girl beneath her. Then, as the walls of her vagina slowly stretched to the pushing pressure, she inserted her middle finger in with it, continuing to fuck wildly down into the marshmallow softness in lustful abandon. Patricia lolled limply beneath her, allowing herself to be used and plundered, sucking back in grateful homage to the lesbian that was working over her. Sinking into helpless delirium, she felt Jennifer's fingers penetrating the depth of her cunt, bringing her to a pitch of nervous tension. Tension that demanded release with every thrust, from every particle of her body!

Jennifer began to urge her loins up and down in an instinctive, mindless tempo of lust, her excitation focused entirely on what Patricia was doing to her cunt and ignoring the pitiless squeezing of Patricia's other hand around her breast and nipple.

Patricia's beautiful face was contorted and twisted into an expression of pain-filled elation. A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound from the loud sucking noises of the hard long fingers now pounding into her gaping cunt. Jennifer swished her dark tresses from side to side as she rammed her fingers in and out of the young girl, as her firm tits danced and shook below her heaving chest.

Patricia was almost out of her mind, now. Her whole torso quivered under the blows of the impaling fingers, but she clenched her inner muscles against them tightly, fearing that they might escape and end her ecstasy before she had reached her climax. Then, she started to cum almost before she realized that her orgasm was welling up inside her. The completely unnatural occurrence of being fondled and kissed by a member of her own sex had triggered the spasm in Patricia much more quickly than normal…

"Oooohhh, ooohhh," Patricia moaned, all the inhibitions drained from her mind, "Give it to me! Quickly… or I'll die!"

Jennifer obediently increased the maddening probing until Patricia felt the fiery hot ball deep in her belly start to release its agonies, and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile words she knew, pleading with the older girl, as the lust in her desire-wracked body deepened her wild frenzy.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me faster… Go on, do it!" Biting into Jennifer's lower lip, and shaking her head from side to side, forcing the older girl to move with her, Patricia trembled out her climax… the plentiful ooze of her hot cum spilling over Jennifer's fast-working fingers.

Groaning aloud, the newcomer to lesbian love shuddered finally to exhaustion, unable to move, scarcely able to open her eyes, Patricia with sudden stabbing of shame and regret jolting through her whispered, "I'm sorry, Jennifer, truly I'm sorry! It'll be better next time, I promise it will. I didn't… I couldn't help myself…"

Her voice trailed off helplessly. What could she say to the girl after all? What could she really say to her?

Just like all the other lovers Jennifer had gone to bed with, she too had failed her! Even if she made it up to her later… even now, when she had regained her breath… she would still have shown Jennifer that all she really cared about was her own satisfaction.

And perhaps that was all there was to sex. Ultimately, you only wanted to be sure of your own release… your own pleasure. If you could achieve this and at the same time bring your partner some degree of bliss… fine! But that was only a by-product of sexual union, a something extra which rarely came true. Lying there and thinking about it, Patricia silently thanked Mark for the brief joy he had brought into her life, and wondered sadly if she would ever meet anyone like him again.

Looking briefly into Jennifer's frustrated eyes, Patricia could see that the girl felt she had been betrayed yet again.

It's not really my fault, Patricia wanted desperately to tell her. Honestly, I couldn't help myself. I got so excited thinking about my love for Mark, that I let myself get lost in your love through the sheer misery of being alone.

Patricia let her head fall back onto the pillow in weary resignation, the words of her thoughts left unsaid. A moment or two later she felt Jennifer ease her body out of contact with hers and lay silently by her side on the bed.

Jennifer made a few more half-hearted attempts to arouse Patricia to her former hot passion, but with little success. Patricia found it almost impossible to respond to the other girl's pleading attempts now that she had been sobered with the thoughts of her own guilt. Self-recriminations persisted in tormenting her, echoing through her brain until Jennifer finally started to get up and dress herself.

Patricia was inwardly relieved that the girl made no further attempts to force herself upon her, and listened to the sounds the girl made as she got into her clothes. Jennifer would be friendly enough to her later when her emotions had cooled off, for she was far too sophisticated and cynical to take such a disappointment seriously for more than a few minutes… or was she?

But that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point at all. Instead of getting through to the girl as she wanted to, Patricia had merely widened the gulf… not only between her and Jennifer, but between Jennifer and anyone else who might try to get close to her.

Patricia lay motionless as Jennifer finished dressing, unable and not wanting to move. Her legs were still spread wide, as Jennifer had left them, and her loins wet and raw from her long merciless fingers. Oh God, she had failed Jennifer when she had most needed the love and understanding that she had promised to give to her!

She moved, pulling her limbs together experimentally to see if she could still control them. The pain and ache of her collapsed muscles shivered through her body, causing her legs to tremble spasmodically as she clasped them tightly closed, now, once more feeling deep embarrassment of her own nudity.