Jean Sifton - Underground model

Patricia's hands reached down under his, feeling the spot where he entered her, the sensation bringing softer moans of abandoned pleasure from her mouth and at the same time spreading her legs to a wide-spread-eagle position, attempting in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock into her now-gaping channel. She could feel the edge of a foamy wave lapping at the soles of her feet, and realized that the rising tide had slowly crept around them, and was now gradually encircling their bodies, threatening to drown them both as they wallowed in lewd connection in the sand. But her body was paralyzed under the hypnotic spell of his enflamed love making, and right then she would have rather drowned in the tide than to stop the exquisite feeling engulfing them both at that moment.

Mark, too, felt the surging tide imprisoning their bodies, and realized the danger of them both being trapped between the rushing waves and the ragged rocks behind them, but he continued to fuck deeply into her, the excitement of their perilous position igniting his body with renewed energy and purpose. He had to fuck her to completion, and quick, before it was too late to escape from the cove!

He lunged forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts flat against her chest. Thrusting his hips forward at the same time, he let his long, thick cock plunge into her cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. The loud smack of his balls beating against her upturned cheeks resounded sharply above the roar of the incoming waves.

"Oh God…! Oh God! Hurry – hurry – hurrry!" she screamed, grinding her cunt against his rod with a mounting panic.

A large wave burst over their twisting bodies, completely saturating them and temporarily pulling Mark's plunging organ out of her expanded hole, lubricating it with salt water from the angry sea behind them.

"No! Noooooo," she protested, "finish it, for God's sake, fuck me!"

He frantically rammed his long shaft again deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. She had never been so filled in her life and his cock speared into her without mercy or thought of injury in its haste to reach its final completion. She renewed her own rhythm quickly, determined to reach her climax before he could withdraw again, gyrating and twisting her body beneath his urgent pounding, until… half swooning, she felt a great soaring sensation in her loins… a wild, fantastic explosion burst from the hot pit of her twisting loins and spread like a rampaging brush fire through her twitching body, finally reaching the depths of her entire being, and re-bursting into a thousand minuscule explosions each igniting the other like a long string of fiery, exploding roman candles.

"Ooooh… it's soooo good!" she groaned, as her tensed body flooded with waves of tranquillity and complete release. She could feel her own cum oozing from inside her and gushing around Mark's hard pulsating rod, still plunging in and out of her expanding and contracting channel.

Above her, Mark could hear her cries of fulfillment punctuated by a soft grunt with each powerful lunge he made into her, blended with the tempo of the crashing ocean waves slapping against his back. Her body was now wet and slippery from the sea water, and he reached forward, digging his fingers into her shoulders to gain more leverage as he continued his hurried rhythmic thrustings.

"Oh… Oh… Ughhhhh!" he gasped and groaned, as he felt the hot sticky fluid burst forth from his loaded balls and spew itself deep within her hot, wet, clasping cavern. Patricia clung to him desperately as she felt the hot sperm shoot through her, mixing with her own cuntal fluids, and then gushing out again, overflowing down on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, only to be washed away by the next ocean wave that sprayed down on their trembling bodies.

Still gasping, Mark pulled himself reluctantly away from her, and lifting her with him as he stood, braced his weakened knees to keep them from buckling beneath him. They stood there for a moment, clinging to each other and let the wild surf wash against their legs, trying to recapture the strength they would need to swim back to the open beach on the other side of the cove. No words were spoken, for none were needed at that moment to communicate the intense satisfaction that swelled deep within their bodies, and then hand in hand they waded through the foamy sea water, past the breakers, out to the calm, cool waters that would lead them back to a safe shore.

After those first wild moments, Patricia and Mark spent a wonderful two weeks together… swimming during the day and going for long walks in the evening, sometimes talking to each other about their individual views on life, and what future hopes or hidden ambitions drove them to their separate goals. Patricia discovered that first night when she moved her belongings from the motel to his cabin, that he was a struggling writer of the new left "hip" group and that he was now trying to complete a novel written in a campy commercial style solely because he had run out of money and had no other source of income. She sensed that the uncompleted book was a strong force behind his sudden moody silences that periodically overshadowed their bright moments together, and tried to ignore them, hoping that their new-found happiness would bring him away from those somber moods. But as the second week drew to an end, his moods increased in frequency, and lingered over him longer than before. Finally, when she could stand his shifts in temperament no longer, she decided to leave, knowing that a day longer with him would forever ruin the memory of their first passionate encounters.

She waited until later that evening when he drove down to the small general store to get some beer and cigarettes. At first, he insisted she come with him, but she feigned a headache, trying not to reveal on her face the tightness that had balled up in her chest for want of him.

He hesitated at the door. "Is something wrong, Patricia?"

She stood there, her heart pounding, then rushed over to him and put her arms around his waist, burying her head in the wide expanse of his chest. "No… nothing's wrong," she mumbled, fighting back the tears that were swimming under the lids of her eyes. "I'll be all right."

He kissed her lightly on the ear and closed his hand about her waist, stroking the roundness of her hips. "I'll be back soon, baby," he said, and stepped out the door.

The muffled roar of his sports car was still an echo in her ears, and she brusquely wiped away the hot tears that were blinding her vision as her numbed body went through the motions of packing her clothes, finally taking them out to her car. She paused a moment, and viewed the sunset still breathtaking in its brilliance, then turned on the ignition and slowly drove back to the coastal highway.

Patricia stood before the mirror with her eyes half-shut against the reflection of her nude body, as the vivid memory of her brief affair with Mark completely permeated her soul with unfulfilled yearning. To this day, she had remained true to his memory, hoping somehow he would be able to find her in the vast cosmopolitan city that she now felt lost in. A few days after she had driven away from his rented cabin, she had written him a long letter, telling him of her deep feelings and why she had left in such haste, but the letter had been returned unopened… he had left the cabin, with no forwarding address.

She walked back over to the bed and stretched her naked body over the soft mattress, as the memory of Mark and his lovemaking gradually drained her earlier ambitions of job hunting. She reached down and placed her long fingers over the hot pulsating moistness at the opening of her cunt, still feeling the pressure of his body driving into hers during those magical two weeks. Her body flinched in surprise as the touch of her own hands brought forth small shoots of electricity surging through her loins. God she was hot! She drove her fists into the soft mattress at the total frustration that enveloped her ripe body, praying silently that somehow she would be able to find him again.