Val thought to himself; Damn it, she's having some second thoughts, probably about her old man. I figured the pot to drive them all away. Well, she's still turned on, no doubt about that, and if I'm patient I'll still score, I'll still get into that warm, sweet pussy I've been playing…
He smiled gently at her. "I understand, honey," he said. "I'll walk with you. All right, Patty?"
"Yes," she responded slowly. "Yes, Val." She allowed him to take her hand, help her to her feet as he too rose. He put his arm about her waist, and she leaned gratefully against him, he was so nice, so kind, he just couldn't touch her any more, that was all, and together they went to the French doors. Val opened them and they stepped out into the balmy night, onto the patio there. They walked along a path through the oleanders and shrubbery, walking slowly.
Some of the marijuana fog seemed to lift from Patty's brain, but not enough so that she didn't enjoy the pressure of Val's strong arm around her waist, the comforting masculinity of his muscular body against hers. They walked for several minutes, and then Val stopped and turned toward her. He raised his hands to cup her face, looking tenderly into her eyes, and his face in the moonlight was so soft and kind… He kissed her then, gently, touching her lips with the tip of his tongue but not forcing it between them. Should she stop him from doing this too? she wondered dimly, but no a kiss was all right, his lips tasted so sweet and his tongue was so warm… no, this was all right just as long as he didn't.
"Are you feeling better now, Honey?" he asked her.
"Yes, Val, oh yes…" She clung to him, feeling the unwanted arousal begin to course through her again, feeling her nipples harden into diamond chips and her vagina begin to secrete lubricant once again. But it's wrong, wrong to feel this way while you're gone, Larry, Larry… no, it isn't really wrong when it feels so good… confused, I'm so confused…
"Let's go back to the house now, Patty," Val said soothingly. "Come on along."
"Yes," the young dazed girl answered, still confused and uncertain about anything. She leaned against him as he took her arm and led her back along the path.
They reached the patio and started toward the French doors. The moonlight shone through the glass, and Patty could see clearly inside. What she saw there made her stop abruptly, staring, clutching at Val's arm. "Oh God, Val, Marcia and Frank are…!” She stopped, swallowing hard, turning her face up to his.
"Yes," Val answered slowly. "I see them, Patty. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Beautiful?"
"Yes. Nudity and lovemaking are beautiful, don't you think?" His voice was soothing and intoning, almost hypnotic. "Soft and warm and beautiful, Patty."
"Yes…" She stared inside, listening as Val droned on behind her, telling her how wonderful the sight was, how beautiful, and as she continued to watch dazedly the actions of her married girl friend, Marcia and Frank Harrel on the study floor, she knew in her still fogged brain that the man behind her was right, that it was everything he was saying it was.
She could feel her juices flowing faster and faster as she walked forward trance like to the French doors, Val came up behind her, whispering, telling her to watch the beauty within, to get onto her knees and watch through the glass. She obeyed, sinking onto her knees on the cold patio tile, cupping her hands to her eyes as she stared through rising passion at the nakedly entwined couple ten feet away…
Chapter 4
Marcia lay spread-eagled on the cushions, completely naked, and Frank Harrel knelt between her widely spread legs. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, up and down her slender body, moistly sucking her heaving breasts and raising her nipples to cement hardness, then tracing a hot path down along the writhing flatness of her stomach while she rolled her head back and forth ecstatically, abandonedly.
Then Harrel dipped lower, scooting his legs back so that his face hung greedily over her nude thighs and pussy, and then he moved downward, his tongue sticking straight out like the beak of a giant predatory hawk, eager to dine on the tender hungry cunt squirming below. Marcia writhed beneath his flicking caress, her hand tangling in his long, black hair as she pulled his lips to her open vagina like a woman possessed…
Patty leaned forward on her knees, gripping the windowpane until her fingers ached. She could not move from the obscene revelry before her, for the sight of the man toying with the naked, squirming woman who was her best friend mesmerized her. She knew dimly she should turn away from the lewd and depraved sight, but she could not.
Behind her, Val lit a marijuana cigarette he'd taken from the box, puffed on it to make sure it was going, then pressed the brown papered reefer into Patty's unnerved lips. She drew deeply from habit, without hesitation, not knowing or even caring that it was more of the will-destroying drug. The sweet, acrid smoke curled up, taking with it the last of her mental revulsion and moral hesitations, and her head lightened and her eyes became lidded as each drag burned her lungs like searing fire. As the heated potion filled her body with full euphoria, she suddenly returned to the carnal scene before her with studied detachment, wickedly enjoying the view.
Marcia never looked better, she thought as she gazed with intoxicated enrapturement at the enchanting couple. Like a lamb in sacrifice, with the high priest, Frank Harrel, working her up to a fevered pitch of heavenly bliss. Marcia's glasslike eyes stared into the darkness as Frank placed himself below her rapidly rising and falling belly, his hands pressing the smooth skin of her thighs and his thumbs pressing the outer pink flanges of her cunt lips. Marcia gasped as he massaged her pubic area with his fingers, letting them crawl through her pubic hair and knead the resilient skin of her abdomen, parting the vaginal slit to expose the gaping hole of her excited young pussy. Patty wriggled closer, and strained to catch a glimpse of the dainty bud of her friend's clitoris, which was just visible as it throbbed into hardness above the stretched ring of her cuntal mouth.
Then Frank's head dropped again, his long wet tongue snaking out to tease the palpitating little button of raw nerves, flicking around the top of her blood rich slit. Marcia jerked from the electric contact and she clamped her legs like a steel vise around Frank's rotating face, her soft inner thighs corded with exertion, her hips slowly swaying in rhythm to his probing, slavering mouth. She was caught in a smoke-filled, lust perverted fit of sexual madness, and she raised her buttocks off the cushion to feel his sucking lips deeper against her vagina.
Patty gaped in disbelief as she watched Marcia twisting like a bitch in heat to the depraved licking of her loins, and she drew deeply on the cigarette, feeling the forbidden inhalations open her mind like the flowering of some exotic plant bud to the sun. Her own torso began to writhe involuntarily to the surrender she saw in the room, and she groaned in empathetic abandonment to the nerve-shattering sucking of Frank's mouth and lips. Val had moved directly behind the sexually mesmerized girl, and stretched over her, and she could sense his hot presence and fevered breath upon her as he pressed himself to her back and buttocks. His arms extended around her, unbuttoned the dress again, slid inside to tease her still-nude breasts, massaging and cupping in a circular motion to the same tempo as Frank was keeping on her girl friend, and Patty began to squirm, leaning back hard against him. Through the thin material of their clothes, she could feel the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it swelled into erection, and it pressed through her dress into the crevice of her soft, yielding buttocks, the folds of her skirt grating her tiny, vulnerable anus. Warning spasms of pleasure rippled from her heated loins and up past her belly to the hardening nipples of her kneaded breasts.
The last vestiges of her defense broke into nothingness as the fourth reefer seized her mind and Val's hand left her breasts and began to fumble with the bodice of her dress. Slowly, ever so gently, Val undid all the buttons until the dress was open from neck to abdomen, her full, firm young breasts swaying free with passion, and as Val slipped his hands between the fabric and her hot skin once more, a cool rush of air blew by the breasts, causing her to gasp from the sudden iciness on her nipples. Then his fingers closed again over the resilient mounds, trapping the berries between thumb and forefinger, squeezing each engorged teat until an excruciating sensation made her dizzy from the pleasure. She opened her mouth and an involuntary sigh of ecstasy escaped from her throat, and she pushed still harder back against Val's barely covered cock, wiggling his hardness deeper into the crack of her contracting ass cheeks.