Jean Sifton - Underground model

Her mind began splitting off into two directions now: one yearning for complete domination from Larry, the other observing from a distance, her masochistic suffering, plunging her loins now in rhythm against the artificial cock with abandoned pleasure, as a series of white-hot climatic explosions, began to explode throughout her body.

She was still arching her cunt up into Ellen's dildo when the door crashed open and Mark Saunders hurtled into the room… a cry of disgust and anger wrenched from his lips as his eyes met the perverted and obscenely degrading scene before him. Faced with the lewd sight of Ellen and Larry huddled like parasites over Patricia's helpless and vulnerable nudity, he wanted to play the role of the avenging angel with every fiber of his being.

A wave of sickening nausea spread from his stomach into his mouth, leaving a vile taste on his tongue. Yet he stood before them transfixed, unable to take the first essential steps, completely entranced at first by the naked sensuality of the group before him.

The brother stood up and slowly removed the curious contraption from Ellen's luscious hips and advanced angrily towards him, stopping when he was a few paces away. Ellen's hand had gone to her mouth… the girl's body rolling off Patricia's until Mark could see the wet appendage which stuck out from her loins.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Larry demanded. "This is private property… Get out of here this instant! Go on!" he screamed. "Before I call the police!"

Mark stared at him, his violent rage suddenly crumpling before the ridiculous spectacle. Beneath his tight flimsy underwear, Larry's prick was straining fiercely upwards, and right now he looked more of a pitiful, than a menacing sight to him. Mark's shoulders shook a little; he was unable to suppress a muffled chuckle at the ludicrous vision.

Larry came a step nearer. His whole body had started to tremble with fury.

"Will you get out of here?" he yelled, his face terribly contorted. "Get out! Get out!"

Mark ignored him completely. He felt oddly detached from the whole situation… as if it was too farcical to be taken seriously. And yet… And yet something within him responded to the undercurrent of perverse sexuality which pervaded the room. He remained motionless, his eyes riveted to the sight of Patricia's still lewdly spread-eagled and perspiring body. A thought persisted in spinning round and round his mind – you don't really hate this kind of thing at all… you could just as easily be in Larry's place if you weren't so afraid of your secret desires!

Ellen had jumped off the bed and stepped quickly to her brother's side, holding Larry's arm tightly.

"Let me handle this," she told him quietly. Then she turned to Mark, "What are you doing here? What do you want from us?"

Before he could reply, Patricia's voice broke in. "He's a friend of mine, Ellen! Don't spoil everything for me, Mark… please don't! I'm perfectly all right… why don't you just go away and forget what you've seen here?"

Mark was dimly aware that his entire attitude, both towards Larry, Ellen and Patricia and towards his feelings about their setup was being quickly changed, colored and mysteriously changed by forces which he could only faintly recognize.

He heard his voice shatter the sudden hush which had fallen between them.

"I'll make a deal with you… Let me join in and I won't take any action against you! And you both know that I could do plenty to ruin your nice little house parties. I don't think I have to elaborate. A word dropped in a few ears…"

While he was speaking, Mark kept his eyes on Patricia. The girl had now relapsed into her state of sensual stupor, and she made no sign that she had understood the tenor of his voice; or even that she had heard him at all. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Ellen had drawn Larry aside and was whispering urgently in her brother's ear. He waited, confident of their answer to his request. It was a relatively small thing he was asking; and they scarcely had a choice in the matter, he thought, keeping his mind cold and calculating, though a part of his brain was already trying to rationalize his decision.

If he participated in their orgy, he told himself, he might be able to show Patricia that their sickness was truly contagious, and that they would have to join forces to free themselves of the couple's influence. Beyond that, he tried to freeze his mind shut and was unwilling to probe farther into his consciousness. The far more profound, unconscious motivation which were operating to cause his abrupt decision would have to be thought over another time.

As Larry and Ellen turned back to face him, he realized that the palms of his hands were wet and nervous with anticipation, it was already far too late for him to change his mind now.

Patricia was lazily stretched out on the bed before them, her eyes closed as if they were too heavy for her to keep them open, and her legs spread wide apart, undulating her body up at them in complete abandonment. Mark hurriedly stripped to his underpants and his prick was growing hot and stiff as he gazed upon her stimulating movements. There was no longer any room in his heart for compassion. At the moment Patricia represented to him nothing more than an object on which he could vent his rising lust.

"I can see you're ready to begin," Ellen commented drily. Her eyes lifted slowly from Mark's growing bulge and stared into his face.

Ellen re-donned her huge, menacing dildo, and Mark couldn't help staring at it with open curiosity. She caressed the rubber instrument, noting his interest.

"Don't pretend you're disgusted," she said softly. "Not any more… You're really intrigued, aren't you? You're wondering what it's like to feel something this large inside of you…" She moved her body until the tip of the rubber shaft brushed against Mark's thigh. "Maybe I'll give you a nice surprise later on…"

Her sensuous words made his cock leap involuntarily inside his pants, his brain afire with sudden heat. Before Ellen could say any more, he pulled his shorts off, dragging them savagely down his legs.

"Very powerful!" Ellen whispered approvingly. She rubbed her dildo meaningfully back and forth until it touched the throbbing swollen knob at the tip of his penis. He tensed his body as he watched Larry wriggle himself beneath Patricia's back, almost completely covering his nudeness from their sight under the girl's body. She offered no resistance, and he began working his hands around her buttocks, stretching the soft pliant cheeks wide apart and then sliding downwards on the bed to manipulate his cock up between the hot, deeply creased valley.

Larry gripped his lengthened shaft with one hand, while trying to keep Patricia's buttocks spread apart with the other. Her tight elastic anus was already well-lubricated by the wetness of her last orgasm and it required only a little patience and effort for Larry to work his penis well into the beautifully snug orifice.

His hands came around to the girl's hips and he began to thrust them downwards, at the same time urging his own loins up until he felt the entire length of his rigid tool slip slowly into her tight rectal opening.

"Come and fuck me, Mark!" Patricia cried, suddenly coming to life as Larry's penis penetrated her anus, spearing into her like a giant fish hook. "Look… I'm so helpless, I can't move an inch! You could do anything you wanted with me… I couldn't stop you!"

Mark, his throat dry, the saliva refusing to flow, moved to the bed, seeing from between Patricia's wide-open thighs Larry's hard, thick cock as it pulsed stiffly in and out of the girl's anus. The sensation of moving in slow motion through a dream suddenly left him. He flung himself down on top of Patricia's body, his mouth hungrily seeking hers, his hands reaching for her large pulsating breasts.