They seemed soft and warm, like a close-knit family, in the glow of the lighter flame and in the pale moonlight from the French doors. She felt a need to take off her shoes and did so, with her left hand, wiggling her naked toes against the wonderful silky material of the pillow, squirming her buttocks down at the same time.
And then, suddenly, the man's fingers, next to her, reached her moist panties, brushing against the outside of the filmy material, tracing upward along her flimsily protected cuntal slit. She didn't jump or recoil from his touch, it felt so nice to be stroked that way, and as though in a dream she opened her legs wider to accept his caress, nuzzling protectively against him as they both smoked. Time seemed not to exist for Patty now, nothing seemed to exist except the great relaxed soft peacefulness that was her body, even her admitted arousal was soft, not at all overpowering. It was as if she could experience such feelings forever and not need the release of her passion, just float along on the tide of pleasantness forever and forever.
Val thought as he moved his middle finger up and down the drugged girl's wet silk-covered vagina; Holy Christ, she's really something! I only met her fifteen minutes ago, and here I am playing with her cunt! And what a nice hot little cunt it is too! There isn't going to be any problem throwing a fuck into this baby, no sir, and it's going to be one dandy fuck unless I miss my guess. Her first time with pot, eh? Beautiful, beautiful! She couldn't be reacting better if I'd planned it. And she'd been convinced that she wasn't turned on! Jesus, Jesus!
Carefully, afraid to break the spell, he insinuated his finger inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties now, drawing the material back over the deliciously wet juicy lips of her cunt, with his forefinger and then stroking the moist furrow with his middle finger, teasing upward along the soft hair-lined slit to explore the entire lubricated expanse. She was hot, all right, damned hot! He wormed his middle finger, just the tip, into her vagina and with a soft moan she squirmed her firm young buttocks down against the pillow pleasurably. He took the finger out then and found the erect knob of her clitoris; it seemed to vibrate with delirious passion against his digit and he tickled it with his fingernail, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. She made a pleased, relaxed sound, wiggling her sensuous buttocks, her cunt seeming to open and close like the mouth of a fish in anticipation as he slowly played with her open clitoris.
Renault, you lecherous bastard, you really know how to invite the right women to these parties of yours! Val thought. A tender innocent-looking piece like this Patty Jennings is what I've been looking forward to all day, and you didn't disappoint me. Hell, you never do, Rick old man. That last party, with Patty's friend Marcia, was a beaut, too. I've never had a better fuck; that is, until now because this Patty is going to outdo her, I've got a feeling about that and my big, stiff cock is never wrong about such things.
Patty finished her third marijuana cigarette, as did the others, and through drug dimmed eyes she watched Rick Renault get slowly to his feet. As if slow-motion, she saw Barbara Davis take Renault's proffered hand and pull herself up. Renault stepped closer to her and his fingers nimbly unbuttoned two of the buttons on the front of her black dress. Patty saw that she was not wearing a bra. Then Renault reached inside the bosom of the dress and took one of Barbara's firm, darkly areoled breasts out and held it cupped in the palm of his hand. He said a few short phrases in a strange language which Patty did not understand, and then he lowered his head to the nude breast he held and took the erect nipple between his teeth, kissing it briefly, and then released it. Barbara stood robotlike as he did this, her lips slightly parted in passion, then he returned the breast inside the bodice of the garment.
He said then, "We shall leave you now. I wish you all pleasant happiness for the evening." He took the girl's hand again. "Come, Barbara, dear." She obeyed and together they walked to the door, and left the room.
Val whispered into Patty's ear, "He does that every time, kisses Barbara's boob that way. It has some kind of symbolic meaning in this Meditative Transmigration sect he belongs to."
"Mmmmm," Patty answered.
"We're supposed to do the same thing," Val said, breathing into her ear.
Patty nodded. How nice! she thought. Such a lovely gesture! She saw that Frank Harrel, across from her, was unbuttoning Marcia's garment, removing one of her slender, firm breasts and cupping it for a moment, as Renault had done with Barbara's, then took the rigid nipple between his teeth. Patty turned toward Val as he raised his left hand to her bosom, his right still working gently, wonderfully, between her legs, in her strongly excited cunt. Nimbly, he unbuttoned her dress, slid his hand around behind her and unhooked her bra with deft fingers. Then her breast was free and in his hand and he was lowering his head, taking her sensitive nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it, kissing it, running his tongue around it.
Oh God, it felt so wonderful, she didn't want him to stop! She gave herself up completely to the sensual arousal which was rapidly overtaking her being, staring across at Frank Harrel and Marcia. The man called Frank had bared both of Marcia's breasts now, and was alternately moving between them, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. Patty saw, dimly, that Marcia's hand was on his fly, stroking gently the long thick bulge which showed there.
Val took his lips from Patty's nipple and whispered against her ear, still cupping the white succulent globe in his hand, “You have wonderful breasts, Patty. So soft and warm, and the nipples are delicious.”
She leaned hard against him, her brain swirling now with a soft, easy motion. She felt so unbelievably fabulous; she loved everybody in the whole world and especially Val Robbins, this strange perfect man who had kissed her breast and was playing so sensuously down between her open legs. It wasn't wrong that he was touching her and fondling her so intimately, no it wasn't wrong at all it was right, so right…
Larry!
Her husband's name popped through the drug haze in her brain then, and suddenly everything wasn't right any more. No, no, no! a warning bell chimed in her mind. You mustn't let this strange man touch you that way any more! You're married, a married woman in spite of all that's happened since yesterday. You can't allow any more subjugation of yourself, certainly can't passively allow your private parts to be touched by this stranger until the arousal you feel consumes your body completely and you end up allowing him to put his penis inside your vagina, to spew forth his sperm into your belly like your husband's own father did such a short time ago.
She pulled away from Val's hands suddenly, in a convulsive movement that slipped her breast free of his grasp, slipped his hand away from her lewdly excited cunt and out from beneath her skirt. She tried frantically to button her dress, succeeded in getting one of the buttons fastened.
Val was staring at her. "What's the matter, Patty?"
"Nothing, nothing!" she returned. She liked Val very much; he had been so nice to her, but she just didn't want him to touch her any more. "I… I feel like I need some fresh air.”
“Yes, I… I want to walk in the garden for awhile.”