Jean Sifton - Underground model

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.