Jean Sifton - Underground model

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.