That evening, when Patsy showed up to baby-sit, Mr. Warren was nowhere to be seen. His wife was the one who greeted her and invited her to make herself at home. Patsy had the feeling he was lurking in the basement somewhere, ready to join his wife in the car whenever she was ready. He obviously was embarrassed to see her so soon after what had happened. And so he should be, thought Patsy.
She saw him briefly when they returned from their evening out. He paid her money and actually winked at her when his wife wasn't looking. But he didn't try to talk to her or discuss what he'd done to her that afternoon. He was probably scared she'd squeal on him.
Patsy spent several days thinking over what had happened between them, but she just grew more and more confused. Was she still a virgin or wasn't she? Could she consider herself a woman now, or was she still just an inexperienced little girl? He hadn't actually shoved his thing, his cock, into her after all. He'd just rubbed it on her and then shot his hot sticky cream all over her.
She was probably till a virgin, she decided. But something had changed, that was for sure. After what had happened she would never really be the same again. She'd felt her first cock, had it rubbed and smeared all over her. She'd had stuff, cum, shot all over her as well. That counted for something as far as experience went, didn't it?
And then there were all those new and exciting feelings she'd had. Her pussy had actually tingled when he'd kissed and licked it. And toward the end she'd felt so lovely. It was what people called cumming, she realized. She'd heard the girls at school talk about it. She'd cum. She'd had her first proper climax.
The more she dwelled on it, the more she wanted to ask questions. Her curiosity was aroused. But for the time being at least Mr. Warren seemed to be avoiding her, and there was no one else she could talk to. Her parents had always been very strict with her and asking them anything about sex was out of the question. She was really at a loss until the following weekend. That was when she had her date with John Hunt.
Not that John would be able to tell her much about sex either. He was only a year older than she was, and she had a feeling he was just as inexperienced. But at least he was male and he had all the male equipment. Maybe she could find out a thing or two if she asked the right questions.
Her parents had only just started letting her go out on dates and she'd only had three or four. Nothing much had happened and her parents insisted she be home by ten thirty. But Patsy had seen a couple of movies with a couple of different boys. John was the only one she'd seen more than once. He had parents just as strict as hers, and she thought this was part of the reason he'd asked her in the first place. He managed to borrow his father's car. How he swung that she had no idea. And instead of going to a movie or something they drove around town, both excited at the new experience. After it grew dark John parked the car in a secluded spot, and he actually got up the courage to kiss her. Patsy responded warmly, and she found herself wanting to touch him in places she'd never dreamed of touching anyone before.
"John, would you like to feel my titties?" she gasped after one particularly hot kiss.
The words were out before she could think what she was saying. She stared into his face in the half-light, her mouth half open.
"Patsy… oh would I!" he panted, leaning over her.
He let her grab his hand and lift it to her tit. He cupped the lush mound and squeezed it with his fingers.
She remembered the way her tits had tingled when Mr. Warren licked her pussy and somehow having John feel her tits seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She heaved her chest forward and let him squeeze first one tit then the other. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her nipples.
"Do you want to see them? Do you want to see my tits?" she whispered, glancing at him. "Here, open up my shirt. Open it up all the way."
With fumbling fingers she set about undoing the buttons down the front of her pale blue shirt. And he helped her as best he could till the two halves of the shirt peeled apart and he could see the lush bulges of her brown tits packed into a flimsy ice-blue bra. They tugged the shirt out from her tight jeans and opened it wide. Her flat brown belly heaved up and down with excitement.
"Patsy, you're stacked!" he gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of her lush young tit mounds straining to be free of the lacy bra. "I didn't know you had such great tits!"
"There's a lot you don't know, John," she breathed.
She reached to the base of her cleavage, unsnapped the bra, and let her fine young tits tumble free. She let the empty bra cups slip to one side.
He stared at her tits, not knowing what else to say. They were so full and lush and brown, and they were so perfectly shaped. They sat on her chest like two perfect pears, the lower swells slightly paler than the upper. A rid brown circle of skin sat on top of each one, and on top of these sat two thick, rubbery nipples that jutted up into the air over half an inch.
"Do you like them? Do you think they're pretty?" she cooed, obviously pleased at the reaction she was getting. "Are they nice titties?"
He groaned and brought his hands up to cup both springy tits. They were so solid and firm under his fingers. The skin was smooth and brown and beautiful. The circles of flesh surrounding her nipples were full and puffy. The nipples themselves were growing longer and stiffer as he watched. He pressed each one with his thumb and fucked them from side to side.
"Your nipples are so fucking long and hard!" he gasped. "And your tits, how'd you get your tits so big and firm?"
She giggled. "I didn't do anything. They just grew that way. Over the last few months they've really swelled out."
He squeezed the tits in his hands and rolled them around and around on her chest. She lay back in her seat and let him do as he liked. It felt so nice to have him feel her this way, without clothes in the way. It made her feel more daring and adult. She watched his face, saw the strange look of longing in his eyes. Her heart thumped softly in her chest.
"Would you like to suck them?" she purred. "You can suck them if you like. I'll let you. Go ahead. Suck my titties. Take the nipples in your mouth and suck them."
He glanced into her face quickly and groaned again. And then he was quickly dipping his head toward her tit. He sank his mouth down over one swollen nipple and began to suck it hungrily. He circled his tongue around, and around it and tugged it up off its puffy circle with his lips. His mouth made wet slurping sounds on her.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Suck them like that! Suck my stiff nipples!"
She sank lowering her seat and heaved up her tits. Her hand came up behind his head and her fingers began curling through his hair. She could feel his lips and his tongue teasing her nipple and occasionally his teeth nipped at it. She felt as though her tit would burst with pleasure any second.
But then he was spitting her nipple out and licking and kissing his way down the side of her tit and up the globe of the other one. His tongue circled around and around her second nipple, wetting the puffy ring that surrounded it. Then he was sucking in the second thick stub, drawing it up high between his lips. Her freed nipple jutted up nearly an inch into the air, like a glazed cherry.
"Oh God… oh God…!" she groaned. "It feels so nice. It feels so nice to have you sucking my tits!"
Her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip. She was squirming and wriggling in her seat now, and unless she was very much mistaken she was creaming her panties. Tell-tale beads of moisture were seeping down from between her pussy lips. She could feel them soiling her lacy panties.
"John… open my jeans… pull them down…" she grunted suddenly. "You can see my pussy if you like. I'll let you do anything you want."
John was in heaven sucking her nipple, but at this he raised his head and stared at her hungrily. She was as good as naked from the waist up for him. This was far more than he had expected. Now she was telling him he could undress her further if he wanted to. He could see her cunt. It was almost too good to be true. He glanced at her naked wet tits and felt a solid twinge in his crotch.
His fingers fumbled with the stud of her tight jeans. And as soon as he had it undone her fly unzipped itself with a loud buzz. She raised her ass for him and he struggled to haul her pants off her slender young hips. He gazed down at her crotch as the triangle of her ice blue panties came into view. Her flat brown belly was pulsing softly.
"And my panties too. You can pull them down too if you want," she offered.
Patsy kept her ass raised off the seat as he clawed at the flimsy garment. Then she settled back down again once he had her jeans and panties down around her thighs.
"Patsy… you're so beautiful… you're so sexy…" John groaned.
He was staring down at the whispy blonde hair of her cunt. Her pussylips had begun to split a little, he noticed, and he could see a slice of bright pink skin inside.
"Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?" she cooed. "Are you getting excited? Is your cock getting hard?"
He didn't answer. He was tugging on her jeans and panties, hauling them down till they were tangled about her knees. She could split her thighs wide for him now and her cunt opened, showing him more and more bright pink pussy tissue. He groaned and ran his fingers though the fluffy little triangle of her pussy hair. He planted his fingers on her cuntlips and pried them apart.
"John I want to see your cock. Let me take it out, please. I want to see how hard it is. I want to play with it."
Patsy was reaching down her hands onto his crotch. Her long fingers traced over the bulge there. She wriggled and squirmed in her seat as she felt him.
He couldn't take his eyes off her cunt. He was fascinated by it. But he managed to wriggle around so that she could get at his crotch more easily. While he studied the complicated folds of her cuntflesh, her fingers fumbled with his jeans, opening them up. He felt her hand snaking into his shorts and he gasped out loud as her long slender fingers curled around the solid bulk of his growing prick.
"It's getting so hard! I feel it! Your cock's getting bigger and stiffer all the time!" she marveled, as if it was a big surprise. "Oh John, let me see it! Let me see!"
She hauled out the elastic front of his shorts with one hand and pulled out his cock with the other. It was a solid seven inches of prickmeat and it jutted up like a pole of polished wood. Her eyes widened and she smiled slightly. She let his shorts slip down under the bulging sac of his balls and tugged the cock toward her.
"It's so beautiful? Your cock is gorgeous!" she praised. She loved the feel of it in her hand, and the way the outer sheath of skin slid so easily over the solid trunk of it.
He glanced into her face quickly, then at her hand curled lovingly round his still growing cock. Then he stared back down at her gaping cunt, not quite believing that this was happening. He'd never expected Patsy to be this eager about sex. She hadn't been before. What had happened to her? What had changed her so suddenly?
He dipped a finger into the sweet honey pot of her cunt, then added another. He wriggled them round, explored the squishy wet folds of her girly cunt. If he peeled back the outer lips of her pussy far enough, he could see the pink button of her cunt between its sheaths of skin.
"Is this the right way to jack you off?" she wondered, squeezing his cock and shucking her hand gently up and down. "Am I hurting you? Am I doing it right?"
"Mmmm… that's it… you're doing it just right…" he croaked.
John shifted a little more in his seat, turning to face her more fully. Her hand was making soft flapping sounds on his prick.
"It's still growing! It's getting harder and harder and harder!" she hissed. "It must be eight inches long!"
Up and down her fist pumped, slowly, so that she could study the cock as it swelled. After each successive tug the foreskin was peeled back further and further off the purple cockhead. Eventually it rolled off the dome completely and folded up in a tight little ring below the cockflange. She stopped pumping for a while when this happened and stared at the naked cockhead.
"So beautiful! So lovely!" she cooed. "I had no idea cocks could be so nice!"
And she began jerking him off again, her fist pumping with a steady rhythm. She began to whimper softly under her breath. John's fingers in her cunt were so nice and she was creaming up for him like crazy. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock like this bucking back and forth inside her. She wondered if it would hurt. She didn't care if it did. She wanted to fuck very badly.
"God, Patsy, this is so great… your hand on my cock is so… mmmmm…" groaned.
He slipped a third finger into her greasy pussy and began wriggling it around with the rest. His hand was slimy with the juices pouring out of her.
"Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to shove your lovely cock inside me?" she cooed, her voice a little shaky with her breathing. "I'll let you if you want to. I'd like it."
"You sure? You want me to… fuck you?" he breathed.
He raised his head and stared into her face. Then he glanced down at his swollen cock captured in her pumping fist.
"Yes! I really want it! I want you to shove your cock into me!" she gasped.
She shucked her fist up and down on his cock faster and faster. She wanted it to be as big and hard as possible when he crammed it up her pussy.
John didn't move. He simply let his fingers shift inside her cunt and stared at the reddened spike of his prick as it flexed in her fist. There was a strange numbness creeping over him and he felt if he moved he'd break some kind of spell. There were tremblings and twitching in his balls. He knew he should warn her, but he couldn't say anything.
"It's so big! It's so hard!" she gasped, never once missing a beat with her slender fingers. His foreskin made wet snapping sounds as it slipped back and forth. His balls felt heavy. They felt like lumps of lead in his crotch. He was going to cum any second and there was nothing he could do about it. It was no use warning her now. He couldn't stop it. Her hand on his cock was light and gentle and loving. He couldn't have told her to stop to save his life. He stared down helplessly at her hand, knowing what had to happen.
And suddenly he groaned out loud and pulled his fingers from her gaping wet cunt. He made a gesture toward his cock with his hand, as if he wanted to grab it from her. But then he let his hand hang to one side while he jerked his hips forward. He began to piston his crotch in and out and his prick slid through the cradle of her fingers.
She glanced at him quickly, wondering what was wrong. Her eyes rolled from his cock to his face and back again. She was about to open her mouth to say something, to ask him if she was hurting him or something. Then his cock trembled in her hand and she stared at his winking cockhead. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
His cock twitched again in her fist. It seemed to recoil. And suddenly a jet of cum nearly three feet long shot out from the winking cock tip. She watched the jet rise up into the air, saw it hang suspended for a second. Then she felt and heard it splatter across her naked body from her navel to her shoulder in a white glittering line.
"Cunning! Shooting hot cum all over you!" he groaned as he glared down helplessly at his twitching prick.
The first cum-jet formed a large figure S on Patsy's body. It started at her left shoulder, curled around her left tit, then swerved in the opposite direction over her rib cage and belly till it looped over her navel. The spunk glittered on her brown skin like trail of silver paint.
Now another jet spurted free, and this one went skittering up her belly and between her tits like a rope shot from a harpoon. It was just as long as the first jet, but thicker. It splattered her belly and rib cage in an inch-wide stripe and looped over her right tit like a broken string of pearls. Part of it caught in her hair and hung there weirdly.
"Can't help it! Fuck, can't help it!" he groaned, as if he wanted to apologize. His hips pistoned back and forth crazily.
But Patsy couldn't take her hand off his spurting cock, even though she was getting drenched in cum. She tugged on it like a lifeline, pumped it wildly. And she couldn't take her eyes off it as it shot off glob after glob of steaming ball-juice. The whole weird process fascinated her.
Another jet of cum sprang free, twirling in the air like a silver ribbon. It fell clattering across both her tits, looping from one stiff nipple to the other in a sticky elastic rope. Her nipples were swollen to nearly inch-long stubs, and the spunk hung off them like a lacy piece of underwear. Then the fizz tumbled and fell down her tit globes and onto her belly. It poured down toward her crotch.
"So much cum! So much!" Patsy marveled. She yanked and tugged on his cock, her fingers webbed together with oozing slime. She wondered how much more there was to shoot. A ribbon of cum shot off across her left tit then bounced up to splash her under her chin. She felt the warm jet coat her throat and then drool down onto the hollow of her neck. Then she saw the stream of white pour down between her tits like milk. It ran down the center of her belly and slopped into her navel. The first streams of cum had reached as far as her pussy hair.
"Oh fuck!" he croaked, twitching his cock forward. And one more thick jet of cum shot clear, this one too splattering across her tits like silver paint.
Cum dripped from her nipples like milk. It poured down the globes of her tits from her neck and shoulders. It drooled down her belly and further. She was streaked with it, shiny and-slick with it. It looked as though someone had been daubing heavy globs of white paint across her belly and tits with a brush. She was awash with spunk.
Yet she still pumped his cock. And the dregs of his cum poured out over her hand and landed in splattering circles on her thigh. She didn't slow down her hand movements till she was sure he had quit spurting. And even then she pumped him steadily, making sure she milked out the last of it.
"Oh fuck, Patsy, I'm so sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't help it. Your hand… you were jerking me off so good."
His hips had stopped pumping and he heaved to one side now, sank deep into his seat. He felt drained, as if the life had been pumped out of him. He stared guiltily at Patsy's splattered body and couldn't look her in the eye. He couldn't believe he'd cum so hard or shot so much. She'd really given him the best hand-job he'd ever had.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I couldn't help it."
Patsy sighed. Why did he have to apologize? He hadn't fucked her, which was true. Her pussy was still wet and unsatisfied and she was still a virgin, unless having his fingers up her cunt counted. But in a way this had been more interesting and exciting. She had seen the power of a male spurting cum up close. She would know what to expect in the future.