The Sex Camera by J.L. Kullinger

Author:J.L. Kullinger
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Microsoft
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

THE "TRIP"

Karl didn't know what was amusing him. Rather, he didn't know why everything was amusing him. His body felt languid, heavy, and difficult to move without using what seemed to be incredible willpower.

He continued to draw on the reefer, finding the actual taste of the stuff not as unpleasant as he had supposed it would be from its smell. But each lifting of his arm to raise the butt to his lips was a concentrated task in itself; and Karl felt glad when he had smoked it down to a tiny stub and could put it out without loss of face.

The Far Eastern music was playing softly, the only sound in the over-heated room. He had never before listened to Oriental rhythms, but now - finding his senses of hearing and appreciation suddenly heightened - Karl became gradually lost in the strange, discordant sound patterns.

Karl slowly lifted his feet up onto the bed and lay very still, listening. There seemed to be a pressure on his eyelids and a small voice inside his brain whispered to him that he would feel much more comfortable if he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the novelty of this new experience.

The hours - which were actually but minutes-passed, but Karl was no longer aware of such passages. A tremendous peace stole over him, washing away his depression and making his anxiety over the film appear trivial and absurd. He felt as though he was sinking deliciously into a warm, translucent ... the ripples of music caressing him with their sweet, gentle fingers ...

He drifted down and down...his lips parting in a blissful smile...thinking over and over again:

"This is it! Now I know what pot is like! It's wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

Demis Fleur, by contrast, was still only slightly high-even after four of the low-quality pot cigarettes. He fidgeted restlessly, then pulled Maria against him by passing a hand around the girl's thighs-she was the only person in the room still standing-and drawing her nearer.

Maria leaned against him, her hip firm and smooth, a well-padded cushion for Fleur to rest his head on. He began to stroke up and down her bare thigh, moving his hand freely on the satin skin until his fingers reached under the high hem of her dress and started to rub leisurely over Maria's buttocks.

Fleur's hand was soon past the useful opening in her dress, exploring over the stitched vent and passing onto the girl's nude ass cheeks. She swayed her hips very, very gently as he fondled her bottom; turning a fraction of an inch at a time to face the man.

Maria now stood with her belly thrust boldly in Fleur's face, his mouth buried in the warm woolen garment, his fingers now fondling down the long exciting divide of her buttocks.

The mini-skirt was hitched up at the back, and he easily raised it at the front, too, exposing the childlike slit of her sex: so babyish without the normal growth of pubic hair which covered a woman's pubis.

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