Jean Sifton - Underground model

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.