A cool breeze cut shyly through the hot midmorning overcast of Los Angeles smog and gently bristled through the bamboo curtain shading the half-open window of the shabby beach cottage. The girl sprawled lazily on her stomach over the bedcovers absently sipping away at a mug of lukewarm coffee and puffing at the short butt of the filtered cigarette.
She stared through the bamboo slits with mild disinterest, observing the passing scene of summer people, brightly clad in scant bikinis and straw bonnets, making their way to the sandy beach area, a few blocks down the street. Already the hot sun had warmed the asphalt to such a degree that they delicately quickened their steps against the tickling heat and rapidly made their way down to the soft sand in brisk paces.
She reached over to the bedstand and placed the half-empty mug on the scarred wood, not bothering to place a protective covering under it, then turned over on her back and propped her hands beneath her head. Stretching her firm youthful legs to their fullest length, she glanced down at her softly tanned body, now bursting forth from the flimsy silken material of her robe. The creamy spheres of her upraised breasts contrasted in stark whiteness against the tanned flesh surrounding them, accentuating their full voluptuousness with seductive appeal. She ran her long tapered fingers over the curve of her small waist and onto the full expanse of her generously full thighs, pleased with the beauty of her body, and at the same time frustrated that she had not yet been able to acquire a modeling job to prove her talent.
Not wanting the familiar depression to take hold of her, she got up quickly from the bed and made her way into the small bathroom, turning on the cold water to its fullest pressure and splashing it freely over her hot face and throat. She loaded her toothbrush with a mint-flavored paste and brushed vigorously at the small, even white teeth beneath her bud-shaped lips, trying to get rid of the bitter aftertaste the coffee had left in her mouth. Just over the sink, a paneled mirror reflected the tired look in her eyes and the expression of sheer misery on her face. She had never felt so frustrated before in her life. When she had made the final decision to leave home, and the restrictions her parents had placed on her, she had been sure that her youthful beauty would guarantee her swift success in the modeling world of Hollywood. If it had not been for her savings, now almost gone, and her roommate Jennifer's generosity, she would have been forced to return home months ago.
Patricia wrinkled her nose and dabbed her mouth with Kleenex, thinking that she was indeed lucky to have met Jennifer when she did and that there was still time to break into the modeling scene if she applied a concentrated effort with the more popular agencies in downtown Hollywood.
How right her friends had been when they had cautioned her about beauty being a commodity that Hollywood maintained a cold indifference to, it being there in such abundance that she was able to walk down the street at Hollywood and Vine, scarcely attracting a second glance from the passersby. She leaned against the sink and, making a determined effort to get dressed, went back to the bedroom and gathered together the ensemble of clothing and portfolio of pictures that she would need for the day of canvassing the local agencies.
Her thoughts traveled back to the time when she had first met Jennifer. Funny, she thought, she had met Jennifer many times before, reading magazine stories about hippies, in the movies, and in novels. But until a few weeks ago, she had never come face to face with a swinging hipster – a casual, completely free girl who lived only for today. A girl who smoked marijuana, slept with whom she liked, gave herself without guilt, completely sexually free from inhibitions.
The refreshing change from her own dull life into Jennifer's world had been just the tonic she had been looking for. Everything had been exciting and stimulating, exactly as she had imagined it would be. The intellectual discussions on every subject under the sun – ranging from psychology to sex and art which went on until dawn with the all-pervading air of freedom, to say or do whatever you wanted to without criticism or admonishments.
All of this was such a contrast to her life back home on the San Francisco peninsula, where everything seemed mild and boring by comparison. And her parents, though she realized they loved her deeply, always maintained strict limitations on her life and could not seem to understand that, for her own happiness, she would have to make her own way without their help.
All through high school, she had dreamed of her day of freedom, never considering going to college for she found textbooks uninteresting and dry. Of course, the football games and proms were a lot of fun, but still the years dragged by in unendurable slowness. After a lot of coaxing, her parents finally allowed her to attend modeling school where she had learned the basic application of makeup and posing, which was so critical for a successful modeling career. When she had completed the course, last fall, she took her savings and went straight to Los Angeles, where the cost of living was a lot lower, the salaries higher, and most important of all, her opportunities for a modeling career, much greater.
Patricia walked over to the dressing mirror attached to the back of the closet door, and pensively studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She slowly removed the silk polka-dotted robe and critically let her eyes travel up and down her figure, running her hands over her luscious curves and studying the picture of herself as searchingly and objectively as she could.
Her long golden hair fell loosely around the nape of her neck and curled softly at the top of her shoulder blades. The summer of sunning and swimming had naturally lightened her tresses and accentuated the softly tanned skin on her face and body. Large hazel eyes, speckled with green, looked out sullenly through a dark thick fringe of lashes and her full mouth slightly puckered in a perpetual pout that gave her the little-girl-lost look that she despised. No matter how expertly she applied her makeup, she could never seem to achieve that certain degree of sophistication that seemed so essential for successful modeling.
Although the graceful animal lustiness of her appearance had so far not been able to land her a job in the modeling field, it had certainly been no hindrance in attracting males, even to the point of having to fight them off. She had met and dated many different boys, but had never let herself get involved enough to give up her virginity… at least not until last summer when she had met Mark Saunders.
The memory of those wonderful days, even now stimulated the blood in her veins and sent it rushing through her body, awakening the hidden urges of her sex drive. Her hands came up to her breasts and, only half aware of what she was doing, the girl began to stroke them methodically, rubbing her fingers gently, persuasively over the firm globes, bringing the delicate brown buds to a pulsating point as she let her mind drift back to the delicious memory of her first seduction.
The hot August sun burned down through the thin material of her organdy dress, as she steered the MG convertible down the winding coastal highway that led from San Francisco and ended in Santa Barbara. She had purposely started out early, wanting to enjoy the scenic, breathtaking view from where the bent Cypress trees leaned toward the cool Pacific Ocean over jagged cliffs of rock and sand. Each curve she rounded offered a new panoramic scene of splendor, truly unequaled in beauty, and temporarily sombering her adventurous mood with a new feeling of peace and calm.
Earlier that morning she had packed the bare essentials she would need for her trip to Los Angeles, not forgetting the portfolio of shots the modeling school had furnished her with at graduation. These would be essential if she wanted to be represented by a reliable modeling agency. She kissed both her parents goodbye, and inwardly felt no regret or misgivings about leaving home for the first time, for at last she would be free to live as she choose, with no restrictions or limitations.
She stopped in Monterey for lunch, enjoying a full plate of fresh abalone with a small carafe of dry white wine. Everything seemed more wonderful than she had imagined it would be, now that she was able to enjoy her new found solitude at leisure.
After lunch she roamed around the small shops on the dockside, browsing over the small trinkets on display, set out to attract the multitudes of summer tourists that invaded the small town each year.
Reluctantly, she left Monterey and continued down the coastal route until she was midway to Santa Barbara. By then, the wine from lunch combined with the hot sun and concentrated effort of manipulating the small sports car around each curve had tired her out. Her thin summer dress was completely drenched with perspiration, especially where her back touched the hot leather of the car seat, and she longed for a swim in the cool, blue Pacific. When she spotted a small motel by the side of the road, she gratefully pulled over and checked into a room for the night.
As she was unpacking her suitcase, she discovered to her chagrin that she had left her swimsuit back at home, and there was no shop near where she would be able to purchase one. The small motel was managed by a retired couple and was now almost deserted because the summer was nearing an end.
Tiring quickly of the heat in the small room, Patricia decided to take a long walk down the empty beach and cool off in the ocean breeze. She walked by the surf's edge for a good half hour, letting the small waves curl around her ankles. How wonderful it would be to go for a swim, she thought, the water looked so clear and refreshing!
Suddenly an urge to be completely free and unrestricted overcame her inhibitions and she looked up and down the beach to be sure that no one else was around. The coast was clear, so she quickly shed her thin dress before she could have any second thoughts about it. Her bra and panties came next, and she stood posed on the shore for a moment or two – a stunning and beautifully naked nymph, her young body a golden tan, except where her swimsuit had previously concealed her firm breasts and loins from the sun.
The white portions of her flesh were accentuated by their stark lightness, making a delightful contrast with the rest of her graceful body. The perspiration on her body quickly evaporated in the cool ocean breeze, and she felt a delicious refreshing rush of air sweep between her half-spread legs and caress the silken pubic hair exposed at her loins.
How wonderful it was to be so completely free, she thought, glancing down at her pale-skinned breasts. Why on earth shouldn't we be able to bathe like this all the time, just as Mother Nature had originally intended for us to do, without fear, displaying our nudity.
Without further thought, she plunged into the sea, diving beneath the cool waves and feeling a tremendous release go through her as the salt water lapped and caressed her nude charms, making her nipples tingle and her skin pulse from the sudden stimulation.
She swam gracefully through the water in a slow crawl, fully aware that she was getting an unmistakable sexual thrill from her nakedness and from the feel of the sea on her unclothed body. When she grew tired from the pace, she turned over onto her back and floated gently; smiling as she watched the waves glide over the swells of her upturned breasts, making them quiver and ripple, with the buds of her nipples just breaking the surface and sticking upwards towards the late afternoon sky.
Through the clear salt water, she could see the darkened v-patch of her pubic mound, with the tiny hairs trailing out from her body in all directions. She arched her back and thrust her stomach up to make her crotch appear above the water, secretly delighted at watching the soft dark pubic hair cling wetly to the fleshy mound between her loins.
Patricia lazily spread her legs, stretching out her arms at the same time to form a star-fish shape. She let her head fall loosely back, and closing her eyes tightly against the glare of the sun, listened to the faint swish of the sea as it lapped onto the sand about 50 yards away.
Suddenly, without warning, she sensed another body in the water not far away from her. Her animal instincts had sensed the faint ripple of water that crossed the natural pattern of the gently flowing waves, and she opened her eyes at once, trying to spot the intruder.
Patricia swiftly turned over, and treading the water with her long, graceful legs, squinted around her through the glare of the water's reflections to get a full view around her, but no one was there. And yet she was sure she had noticed movement of some kind. She tensed her body as the horrible thought passed through her mind that possibly sharks could be in the area, for she had read about their presence on the coast and how they were capable of attacking a helpless swimmer without warning.
It was at that moment when Mark Saunders broke through the surface of the sea only inches from her nude body, a broad boyish grin on his lips, his white even teeth dazzling in the sun. Patricia scooted back and cried out in alarm, too astonished by his sudden presence to think of what to do next. Mark, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed and unembarrassed, treading the water and nodding his head pleasantly at her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to frighten you!" He peered at her more closely, drinking in the beauty of her glistening hair and skin. "I didn't expect to find anyone out here so late in the day," he continued, "but the water's wonderful isn't it?"
Patricia stared back at him, still speechless with surprise. The swimmer next to her was handsome and very powerfully built, and his sandy colored hair still managed to curl slightly, in spite of the wetness. She could see the animal strength of his thick-muscled arms, now glinting water droplets that clung to the thick curling dark hair on his chest. She shivered and tried to avoid his frank stare, for she could already feel her resistance siphoning out of her body and a hot burning coal starting to smolder in the pit of her womb. They were only a few inches from each other and the thought of his maleness – his complete animal attraction – in such close proximity to her unprotected sex made the blood rush to her head.
"What's your name," he persisted, "I'm Mark Saunders, I have a small summer cottage just over there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of trees on the horizon.
Patricia told him, trying unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment. "Look…" the words were rushing out of her, spilling from her lips with mounting panic. "I don't have anything on… I left my swimsuit at the motel…"
He threw his head back and laughed a slow, wonderful, natural laugh. "Well, it looks like we're both in the same boat," he grinned cheerfully, looking back at her again. "And I was wondering just a few seconds ago how I was going to explain myself to you. Look, don't let it bother you. I'm not embarrassed… why should you be?" He shook the water from his hair, his earth-colored eyes ripe with good humor, then narrowed them in sudden seriousness and locked his gaze steadily on her face. "You're a very beautiful woman," he said in almost a whisper.
"Thank you," she mumbled, hating herself for not being able to hide the naked look of mutual yearning that she knew was revealed in her eyes. The sun glinted down on the thick, curly hair on his tanned chest, and his arm brushed against her body, sending a burst of electricity running through her that jolted a flame colored blush of color to her cheeks. Her hand came up to her mouth; she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, and could smell his salt-clean body odor.
She was about to make a move to leave, wondering how she was going to get out of the water without treating him to a full view of her nude body, then a particularly violent wave sent her body crashing helplessly against his, with her head going under the sea.
She felt his strong powerful hands reaching under her armpits and lifting her back above the water. She sputtered, the salt water gagging her throat, and he held her loosely next to him until the spasm passed. Her breasts were now brushing against his huge expanse of chest, and the smooth roundness of her belly was moving seductively against the flat of his. All at once Patricia was lost in the fire of the moment, with every muscle in her body tensed and strained against his with an uncontrolled urgency. Mark's mouth was on hers and she felt his lips pressing tightly, his arms encircling her at the same time and drawing her with undeniable strength against his hardened body.
She could feel her pointed breasts being slowly crushed into his chest, and with a wild thrill of intensified pleasure… Patricia realized that his cock was already stiff and hard! It thrust urgently against the hairy mound of her throbbing cunt in pleading back and forth motions, and he reached down and gently ran his hand over the awakening mounds of her tits and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her cunt below.
Tiny goosebumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive flesh, with her body becoming alert now to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire. God how she wanted him, perhaps it was the heat of the day, combined with the freedom of a deserted beach that contributed to her feeling of helplessness and yearning. Though, whatever the reason, she found herself returning his passionate kiss almost immediately, her sea-moistened lips pressing against his and her body no longer resisting its contact with his. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, just above the line of his buttocks, urging him against her with a fierce and intensely demanding persuasion.
Mark felt her body squirming and thrusting against his with a mild surprise. He didn't expect their sudden stormy encounter to arouse such deep unsuspected passions in them both, passions that could not be chilled by the coolness of the sea water still swirling around them. He kissed her, shutting his eyes, and it was as if he had kissed her many times like that before. His lips grazed her hair and the quivering lids of her wide-set eyes, then he pulled away from her and bent his head, his hand coming back to her cheek. "I know you," he whispered into her ear, "I know you so well… even though we've just met."
She responded to him with another passionate kiss, driving the tip of her tongue firmly between his teeth. She wriggled it all around deep inside his mouth, licking carefully at the back of his teeth and at his palette, firing him with a desire to possess her utterly and completely.
His hands slipped softly down the curve of her back until be felt his fingers moving on the supple cheeks of her small firm buttocks. Mark held them there for a moment, lifting the soft orbs gently, then began to massage them, rubbing his hands firmly over the beautifully rounded globes and marveling at the soft, sweet sheen of her taunt flesh.
They finally pulled away from each other, both breathless from their passionate struggles, and tiring from the constant treading to stay above water. Unhurriedly, the couple swam back to shore, with Mark leading her to a small sandy inlet, protected on either side with a wall of jagged rocks. When Patricia felt the sand under her toes, she stood and ran toward the shore, and fell on her back on the floor of the cove, temporarily exhausted. He ran from the water after her reaching her quickly and bending low over her completely exposed body.
"God, you're beautiful," he said.
He pulled her gently towards him and looked directly into her open eyes. "Do you want me to please you?" he asked with almost a boyish shyness.
"Yes… Oh God yesssss," she cried out, pushing her body up against his in hot urgency.
After that there was no more need for words, their eyes communed, saying all that it was necessary to say. Both Mark and Patricia had accepted suddenly without question that their desires were going to be fulfilled…
She felt his hot breath on her cheek, then Mark's lips again pushed against hers with a renewed urgency, this time with his tongue extended between them. It slithered like a live hot tendon into her mouth, tasting the wet juices of her saliva, working her already hot lust into a furious, raging urge.
He cupped his hands over her up-thrust breasts, first softly milking at the fleshy mounds with tenderness, then working at them wildly with his fingers digging into the firm muscles and squeezing tightly, bringing a small cry of pain from her parted lips. He worked the pointed buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, backwards and forwards until the teats jerked up into sharp tiny points.
His hands dropped to the undercurve of her white breasts, and he leaned down, clamping his mouth hard over her parted bud-shaped lips with a suddenly brutal, unrelenting pressure. She cried out loud in pain, though thoroughly enjoying the uncontrolled passion of his hot lust, then began to suck and pull at his tongue until it was drawn its full length in the moist fleshy depths of her mouth.
Their bodies welded together with each muscle and tendon a part of each other, licking and writhing together as a single unit, gradually building up the tempo of their dual lust beyond the thought of inhibitions or shame. A sharp gasp emerged from somewhere deep within his throat as Mark lifted his mouth from hers and buried his teeth in her softly rounded shoulder, biting down painfully into the flesh and leaving a red welt, then moving on to another unmarked area, sucking and nibbling each tender spot as his mouth traveled down to the creamy mounds of her shivering tits.
"Ooooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, digging her body deeper into the soft sand beneath them. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected tingling sensations that shot through her body, and dropped her hand between the area of his wide-spread knees, grasping his hard erected cock in her hands. Mark moaned a deep low pleading sound as she pushed against it with her fingers sliding the foreskin back over the round rubbery head.
In return, Mark anchored his hot moist mouth tightly to an erected nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure, swirling his tongue in tortuous tiny circles, around and around the pulsating bud until it came to a sharp peaked point. His hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, while his mouth continued to play for a long delicious moment teasingly around the throbbing tits.
"Ohhhhhh, darling," she groaned… she had never called anyone darling before… With ecstatic pleasure and longing, Patricia fondled his pulsating cock, at the same time coaxing its head towards the center of her gaping unfulfilled cunt.
But Mark hesitated, sensing the girl's virginity, and wanting to prolong her yearning to a point that would make his entrance as painless as possible for her. His experience in lovemaking had begun in his early youth, but of all his sexual encounters, he could count very few virgins… and none as eager and willing as Patricia. This moment for him was so spontaneous and refreshing that he wanted with all of his being to give the writhing girl beneath him the same pleasure and fulfillment that she was giving to him, so that it would be locked in her memory long after their satisfactions were consumed.
His mouth slid down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hands as his body moved reluctantly away from her. He drove his wet tongue for a moment into the tiny indentation of her navel, bringing small mewls and grasps of pleasure from her open mouth, then crouched lower, moving his lips in maddening patterns of indecent sensations, gently nipping at each tongue-kissed area with his sharp teeth.
Patricia felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no move of resistance as he hunched down between them. She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris, and rippling up to her throbbing tits, drowning out any feeling of control or hesitation from her burning body. She was now a complete and willing slave to her newfound lover's manipulations, and she let the straining muscles of her thighs slowly relax while she anxiously waited for his next move.
Mark's tongue flicked forward, the tip of it teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb into erection with burning pain.
Patricia wrenched forward from the electricity of its contact. "Aaaaaah, mmmmmm," she moaned, "do it more… oooooh, it's so goooood!" She sucked in her breath with another gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina wide apart, with the coolness of the ocean breeze touching against her there.
Again he drove his hard, pointed tongue deep within the confines of her wide open cunt, this time mercilessly spearing it in and out of her with the rapidity of a fast-moving drill. Patricia responded immediately to the tortuous fucking of his tongue, grabbing at the tangles of his wet hair and pulling his mouth deeper into the crevice of her hot aching loins. His tongue was now circling around maddeningly inside of her, the tip flicking against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy, causing her hips to buck and writhe uncontrollably. She began to murmur words of love to him without thought of their meaning, gently coaxing his manipulations to continue, she never wanted the delicious feeling to end. Her breasts heaved out against her chest, and her legs splayed out wide as she jack-knifed her knees upwards to open her cunt as wide as she could to his probing tongue.
"Ooooooh… don't ever stop… don't stop," she chanted through her lust-dazed passions, unaware of her begging, pleading groans, only feeling the multitude of sensations that were making her his slave.
Now that her luscious cunt was poised fully exposed to his view with the afternoon sun glinting down on it and picking up the crystals of moistness that decorated it like a thousand tiny gems, Mark could wait no longer. He lunged his hips forward, sending his cock within the confines of her gaping channel, tight and resisting in her unexplored passage. Her body stiffened, the tightness of her virgin hole reminding her that she was going to suffer while gaining the rewards of her first sexual encounter. But now she didn't care about the pain and discomfort, in a way, her suffering added to the indescribable pleasure of release that was now flooding through the gates of her wide open loins, paying tribute to the freedom of expression that she had so desperately sought all of her life.
She felt his hardened cock push gently into her, reaching the midpoint of her craving hole, then hesitating as if fearing to proceed to the depths of her womb. Patricia sensed his indecision and gripped at his shoulders tightly, forcing him to meet her eyes.
"Do it now!" she commanded, staring desperately up into his eyes. "I'm ready, Mark… Now! Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!"
Upon hearing her provocative words, Mark exhaled a stifled roar of lust and eased his prick slightly out of her cunt, giving him greater access, then thrust it with all his might, all his strength inwards! He no longer thought of holding back or the tenderness of the moment, and let his rampaging cock take full control of his body, plunging in and out of her firm, moist hole with a driving lust. He fucked into her with a savage, unrelenting power that he had never used before, even with the lowest of whores… and her pain-filled cries continued to drive him on, his pounding and surging body surpassing the roar of the waves around them.
Patricia's head snapped forward as the rest of her body collapsed under the pressure of his pounding loins, her open mouth devouring and gorging at Mark's shoulders, burying her scream of intense pain by sinking her sharp teeth cruelly into his muscular flesh. A hot, gushing pain streaked from her ragged, lust-torn cunt and up through the rest of her trembling body. Her lover had suddenly turned into a cruel torturer, ramming a white-hot iron between the lips of her wet, viscous opening with unceasing repetition. But then, gradually as her inner muscles expanded and became accustomed to the burrowing rod, it slowly began to please her as the thought passed through her mind that she was actually able to contain so massive a weapon… so huge and muscular a prick!
Then, as if by magic, the intense pain gave way completely to a new and stimulating sensation, new and deep inside her… a sensation that she never before had known or could now believe was real. With each new in-thrust of his rock-hard instrument, now lessening in its fury… titillating sparks of fire burst from the passages of her vaginal walls, electrifying her whole being from the depths of her womb to the tips of her erect nipples. For a moment she dreamed that she had surpassed the confines of life and was now floating in the limbo of an unknown heaven… she had never realized that such joy could be felt, and silently prayed that the delicious fucking she was being subjected to would never end. With the slow ebbing away of pain, Patricia began to adapt herself to Mark's rhythmic fucking of her body, moving her hips and loins in time with his movements and allowing her mind to savor every moment of the intimate act.
Mark looked down, thrilling at the sight of the small, warm trickle of blood running down her thighs, and he knew then for sure that his powerful cock was initiating the girl onto the long path of womanhood that she was about to embark upon. Now he was ready to bring her to the crest of her passions, peaking all emotions and feelings that she might have known before him. With his cock firmly imbedded in her, he fumbled his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted them off the sand. He settled his fingers snugly around the wet cheeks and drove his prick more securely than ever into Patricia's slightly bleeding cunt. His hips rotated in slow, circular motions as his cock dug into the hot slippery depths, and Patricia responded by grinding her own hips in imitation, clenching and unclenching her buttocks, feeling his hands pinching roughly into the soft flesh of her bottom, bruising the skin and then probing cautiously around the puckered ring of her anus.
"Oooooh," she moaned and chanted as he felt the full expanse of her insides flowering open to receive his rod deep in her womb. "Yes… Yessss…" she murmured as her body followed him, moving in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
Suddenly she felt a throb deep inside as the thickness of his cock flexed in frozen rigidity, and he drove his middle finger past the tight muscular ring of her tiny anus.
"Auuuuugggghhhh!" she groaned, her face contorted in the half-smile of erotic pain.
"Do… do you want me to stop?" he panted, not moving his finger from the tight hole, and slowly rotating it around and around until the firm muscle gradually adjusted to the lewd intrusion.
"Oooooh," she gasped, shaking her head from side to side, not wanting anything at all to stop.
He continued to move his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider, while at the same time his lengthened shaft began a new firm in and out stroking, driving her into a greater frenzy of lust.
A deep moaning sound from deep within her lungs burst forth, slowly dying into soft whimpers of pain for a moment and then building up into greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became more accustomed to the impalement. He slid his other hand slowly up from the soft moons of her ass to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy and could feel the soft hair-lined folds clasped tightly to his plunging cock, pulling and giving with each long, hard thrust into her.
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.