Jean Sifton - Underground model

"Oh… fill me, fill me, darling," she groaned, not wanting the delicious sensations within her body to end. The hot walls of her jerking cunt sucked at the throbbing cock hungrily, until it gave one final spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked from it.

Larry collapsed across her body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his deflated limp prick. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body. Her arms outstretched and relaxed, her belly filled to the bursting point with the mixture of their hot sticky-white cum.

Patricia was hardly able to keep her eyes open now as Larry slowly and reluctantly lifted his heavy weight from her with a deep sigh. All at once, the exertions of the morning seemed to pile up and overcome her. At the moment, all she wanted was somewhere nice and soft to lie her head and her aching body and drift pleasantly off to sleep.

"Poor darling," Ellen sighed. "You look so very tired. Come on, let me take you upstairs… there's a comfortable bed where you can rest and relax. Up we come!"

And she half-lifted the drowsy Patricia and helped her up the spiral stairway to the promised bedroom. Patricia, feeling drugged and completely satiated, was scarcely aware of the trip; she sank gratefully between the crisp sheets and was sound sleep almost before her pretty head had touched the pillow.

Mark was worried and angry. He was anxious about Patricia and annoyed with himself because he hadn't taken a firmer stand with the girl over her visit to the studio. He realized that it really wasn't any of his business as to how the girl conducted her life. But that didn't stop him from worrying over her. He found after seeing her again that Patricia was much more to him than just another brief affair… maybe even more than he wanted to admit to himself right now.

He pulled his car into the circular driveway that led to Larry and Ellen's house, then paused to double check the address that he had copied from the phonebook. When he approached the house and noticed the blinds drawn at the upstairs window, Mark had guessed earlier that he might be too late to prevent Patricia from falling into Larry and Ellen's clutches.

The darkened window at two in the afternoon, together with his previous knowledge of the couple's well-known reputation, increased his anxiety over Patricia's safety. He opened the car door and stepped out, being careful not to slam it and draw their attention to his arrival, though he was certain they were probably already engaged in Patricia's seduction.

He entered the house carefully through an unlocked ground-floor window and quietly made his way up the winding staircase that led to the master bedroom, hoping against hope that he would not be too late to help the girl. He wasn't sure of exactly what his actions would finally be when he confronted the brother and sister. At the moment, his only thought was to somehow rescue the young girl and take her far away from Larry and Ellen and the rest of the wild people she had somehow gotten involved with in these last months.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he noticed that there were three doors on the second level and he wasn't sure which one was the master bedroom. Suddenly a small, muffled moan came from behind the middle door… he quietly made his way to it noticing that the door was slightly ajar…

Less than an hour before Mark's arrival, Patricia had awakened from a deep sleep to find Ellen standing by the dressing table drawer, her hand clutching a strong-looking rubber phallus with a determined look in her eyes. She stared in speechless wonderment as Larry helped her to don the artificial cock, slipping its thick straps between her crotch and knotting it tightly around her hips. The monstrous length bobbled in the air as Ellen came back to where Patricia was lying naked and gripped her new artificial growth proudly.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked the girl. "Doesn't it give you a thrill to see me wearing such a thing?" She smiled evilly down at the quivering girl beneath her, then added in a low whisper… "And in just a few moments, I'm going to push it right up into your tight little cunt."

Patricia trembled. "It's too big," she said in a small, frightened voice. "It'll split me open, Ellen… it won't go in!"

Ellen smiled at her. "It may surprise you to know that I've satisfied many younger girls just like yourself with this wonderful instrument." She touched the tip of the weapon and ran her fingers majestically along its thick, wicked-looking span.

Then Larry helped to hoist her onto the contraption, fitting her dildo carefully between Patricia's thighs. Her hands slipped beneath the girl's buttocks and, fondling her fingers into the divide, Ellen felt for Patricia's cuntal lips. They were already pulled apart by the position of her spread-eagled legs, and Ellen, fitting her thumbs firmly into the gash, easily stretched the flesh-folds to their widest opening.

She wriggled her hips until the huge phallus' pointed head moved into Patricia's outer lips, then skillfully transferred her fingers to it and began to push the hardened rubber shaft deeper and deeper into the girl's straining hot channel. Ellen surged forward, making the dildo penetrate to its hilt, ignoring the frantic cries which Patricia made, pleading and begging at first for the older girl to stop the torturous exercise. The pain which Patricia had suffered when the shaft was sunk the first two inches was almost unbearable; she writhed in exquisite agony, but was unable to prevent a sudden secretion of soft, slippery cum from oozing out of her cunt and lubricating Ellen's artificial cock.

Though she needed no encouragement, Ellen seemed to be spurred on by the milky fluid which Patricia had expelled. Some of it trickled onto her fingers and when she felt its juicy moistness, she redoubled her efforts… fucking harder and harder at the gradually enlarging hole beneath her.

The cord which attached her dildo to her loins was digging thrillingly into her own sex, and Ellen felt her own cunt begin to flow softly as she let her mind take on the fantasy that she was truly a man… that she did possess this vibrant penis… that it was made of flesh and blood! And now that it was bulging deeply within Patricia's vagina, Ellen's passion mounted to the point where she could no longer distinguish between her body and the girl's.

Larry, meanwhile, had lifted himself up onto the bed behind Patricia's head and was lowering his body down so that his stiffened cock rubbed against Patricia's mouth. Ellen made room for her brother, twisting herself sideways on top of the girl; her head and shoulders hanging over the side of the bed.

Larry moved his hands onto Patricia's quivering, white breasts and fondling almost angrily at the melons, crouched with his knees on either side of the girl's face. He rested his head on Ellen's contracting buttocks, his arms tucked beneath his body.

Almost beside herself now with horror and ecstasy at this bizarre method of coupling, Patricia… the crushing weight of Larry's loins almost suffocating her… opened her mouth to gasp air… and automatically began to work her lips against the soft cotton of his shorts in order to breathe. She could feel the man's prick straining beneath the thin material that was barely able to keep his hardening organ within its tightly stretched confines, and Patricia suddenly realized that her lips were deriving pleasure from grazing against the delicious pressure.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that she had been so humiliated by the couple, and had traveled so close to the insane limits of sexual pleasure under their tuition, that nothing mattered any more. She could now with her newfound freedom, obtain a sensual satisfaction from almost any source of stimulation.