If she was ever going to get fucked properly, Patsy decided, it would be with an older man. Boys like John were okay, they were nice and everything. But they probably didn't have the experience and the self-control that middle-aged men did. And for the time being she needed someone to show her what to do. She was learning a lot about cocks, but she still had a lot more to learn, she realized.
Unfortunately, Mr. Warren seemed to have disappeared for the moment. She wondered if he were out of town on business or simply avoiding her. If her parents or his wife ever found out what had happened between them there would be hell to pay, and he was probably just laying low. Still, it was hard for Patsy to know who to turn to in the meantime.
Two days after she'd whacked off John she was babysitting for the Kendalls. Mr. Kendall wasn't very attractive. He was fortyish and balding. But when he burst back into the house just half an hour after he and his wife had left for a night out, Patsy began to get ideas. He said he'd forgotten something but she wondered if he really had. He'd been looking at her with special interest the past few weeks, she'd noticed.
She was watching TV, bored and restless, but now as he went off to the bedroom in search of whatever it was he'd forgotten she stood up and paced back and forth nervously. After a few seconds thought she found herself following him. She didn't know what she wanted to do or say, but she couldn't stop herself. She stopped in the doorway of the bedroom and watched him as he rummaged through several drawers, cursing to himself.
"What is it you've forgotten?" she said, leaning on the doorjamb. "Can I help you look for it?"
"It's nothing important. Just something my wife wants…" he said. He turned to look at her and stopped what he was doing.
Patsy had begun to wear a little make-up whenever she could, when there was little chance of her mother seeing it. Tonight her eyes had a bluish tinge around the lids and her mouth was wet and shiny with some red gloss. Not only that, but she'd also stopped wearing her bra whenever possible. And now her big tits swelled out the front of her tight T-shirt like ripe melons.
Kendall seemed to see her for the first time. His eyes dropped from her sweet young face to the swelling mounds of her tits and he saw her nipples jutting up inside the cotton material. The shirt wasn't quite tucked into her jeans and he could also see a slice of flat golden belly.
"I'm very good at finding things," she smiled, coming over to stand beside him at the chest of drawers. "Just tell me what it is and I'll find it for you."
She stood close to him, her squiggly blonde hair grazing his shoulder. Then she bent over slightly to gaze into the drawer. Her big tits swayed forward in her T-shirt and he watched them, his eyes wide. He stared at her as if he was in a trance. He had obviously forgotten all about what he'd come back for.
"How'd you ever get tits this big, a girl your age?" he asked suddenly.
And he hooked a finger into the top of her T-shirt and pulled it out so that he could see deep into her cleavage. The smooth melons of her tits sat side by side there like rounded playthings.
Patsy blushed and giggled. She stood right where she was and let him gaze longingly into her shirt. And she didn't object as he peeled the tight T-shirt down till it was stretched under both tits and they heaved out in distorted shapes. She watched his hands come up to cup both huge jugs lovingly.
"Christ, these must be thirty-sevens or thirty-eights," he hissed. "And you're such a slender little thing, with your tight little ass and all…" He squeezed her tits, mauling them with his fingers.
Patsy closed her eyes and stood there quite passively, letting him do as he liked. Would this be it, she wondered? Would this be the time she finally got fucked? Would she now find out at last what it was like, to have a huge cock bucking back and forth in her cunt?
"Jesus, girlie, you're quite a handful, aren't you?" he gasped, mangling her tits some more. "Why don't we take this off and get more comfortable?"
He reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and before she could say anything he had hauled it up and off over her head. Her tits bobbed free, all brown and springy. The nipples were growing longer and longer by the second. He tossed the shirt to the other side of the room and gripped her by the shoulders. Then he sat her down gently on the edge of the bed and stared at her half-naked body.
"You ever sucked cock, baby?" he asked her. "You ever blown a big hard prick?"
He was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly as he stood there in front of her. Then he shoved down his pants and shorts quickly and stepped from them, his big soft cock flopping around in his crotch like a limp fish. He tossed his jacket over a chair and peeled off his shirt quickly. He heaved his hips in and out and his prick bounced back and forth loosely.
"You mean… put it in my mouth?" she asked sweetly. "You mean take your thing, your cock into my mouth to suck?"
"Fucking right, baby. That's exactly what I mean. You ever done that? You ever sucked off your favorite boyfriend?"
Patsy blushed. How could she explain that she didn't even have a real boyfriend? And that up until a few days before she'd never even seen a cock. She didn't want to appear childish and silly and so she said nothing. She simply stared at the limp shaft of his cock and wondered if he was serious. Did he really want her to put it into her mouth? Would that get him excited and in the mood to fuck her?
"Here's your big chance, baby," he went on. "Go ahead, don't be shy. Use your mouth on my cock and wrap those sweet wet lips around it."
She was caught off guard and she really hadn't expected this. What was she supposed to do exactly? Her hand came up below his cockhead and she raised it toward her face. She was surprised at the weight of the cock was only about five inches long but it felt as though it might weigh several pounds. The purple head was the size of a golf ball.
"You want me to kiss it?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. The sight of her gazing up at him made his balls ache.
"That would be a good start, yes. Go ahead… kiss it. And use your tongue on it. Lick it."
She turned her eyes back down to the softly pulsing cock, then dipped her face down. Her lips pursed into a soft wet oval, and she planted a gentle kiss on the purple cockhead. There was no foreskin to cover the gleaming dome, she noticed. His cockhead shone out at her wetly. Her tongue flicked from side to side on the underside of the cock. And she rolled her eyes up to his face to see if she was doing it right.
"Nice, baby, nice," he whispered. "Now take the whole cockhead into your mouth. Suck on it. Taste it."
Slowly, Patsy eased her mouth forward. And her full soft lips folded over the purple dome of his cockhead. She felt it drive forward onto her tongue and then it sat there, throbbing. She moved her lips shyly and tried not to hurt him with her teeth. Her tongue curled this way and that on the swelling head and she began a gentle sucking motion.
"Yeah. Oh yeah," he soothed. "That's nice. That's real nice. Suck it like that. And take some of the cock shaft into your mouth too. Suck it deeper."
Her lips folded down further on his cock, below the flange of the head. And to her amazement she felt the shaft swelling, thickening in her mouth. He was getting excited at what she was doing. His cock was getting stiffer and harder. The cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth and slotted down toward her throat. Her cheeks swelled out and her nostrils flared as she snorted in air.
"How does it feel? You like having a cock in your mouth?" he grunted. He heaved his hips forward and another inch of swelling cockmeat slipped between her lips.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" Patsy gasped, rolling her eyes up to his face again.
It felt strange to have a cock in her mouth. But at the same time it was exciting, especially since she was making it grow so fast.
Her fist was wrapped around the base of the cock and she could feel it growing harder and thicker in her fingers. Her lips were stretched further and further apart around the bulk of the shaft. She curled her tongue around as best she could, but suddenly her mouth was so full of cock there wasn't much room to work. Her cheeks hollowed and ballooned.
His prick was now about eight inches long and it was still growing. It was as thick as her wrist and two great pulsing blue veins wriggled up its sides. She could feel every bump and vein and contour with her lips. She wondered how much more of it she would be able to swallow.
"Climb up on the bed," he said suddenly. "Lay down on your back. I want to fuck your face real good. I want to drive my fucking cockhead all the way down your throat!"
Patsy stared up at Mr. Kendall, her mouth still wrapped around his prick. She made no sign that she'd understood him and so he stepped back, slopped his cock from her dripping mouth. He grabbed her by the shoulders, flung her onto her back on the big springy bed. She bounced up and down on it, her tits wobbling. Then he was climbing onto the bed with her.
"What do you say I fuck your tits first? Huh? Would you like that?" he growled. "That will give you time to rest up for when I fuck your face. What do you say? You agreeable to that?"
"I… I guess so," she murmured.
She didn't know how else to respond. She didn't want him to think her old-fashioned or something. But when was he going to fuck her? He hadn't even tried to pull off her jeans – yet.
He was climbing on top of her, straddling her with his two muscular thighs. He grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under her head so that her face was angled up and she could see all that he did. Then he sat down on her rib cage and slotted his thickened cock into the deep groove of her cleavage. He planted his hands on either side of her tits and pressed them together, forming a snug tunnel for his cock.
"Ever had your tits fucked?" he gasped.
He began plowing his cock back and forth between her tits, squeezing them and teasing the nipples with his thumbs the whole time.
Patsy shook her head. No, but she had a guy shoot cum all over them. Did that count? She tilted her face down and watched his cockhead appear and disappear between her mashed together tits. Men certainly did get off on some crazy things, she thought. Whatever happened to the old idea of a man on top of a woman quietly, fucking between the sheets?
"Fuck, you've got a nice set. And the nipples are so hard and long," he gasped.
He tweaked the stiff stubs for emphasis and drove his cock harder and harder through the trough of her tits. His finger marks were all over her lush globes.
His cock was still growing. It was now a ten-inch-long log of meat and as he slid it back and forth the purple head forced itself closer and closer to her pretty face. He even bumped her under her, chin once or twice. Smudges of precum juice smeared off onto her clear skin.
"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Take the cockhead between your lips," he instructed, lunging his prick higher and higher.
Patsy did as she was told and suddenly the purple dome of his cock was slotting into the soft oval of her mouth etch time he drove forward. She began to make loud wet sucking sounds on the cockhead. Her tongue supported the lunging cock underneath. She stared at his hairy belly as it heaved in and out. She was caught up in the weird coupling, in spite of herself.
She wondered how many more strange ways to fuck there were. Surely there couldn't be many more. Next time she got into a sexy situation, surely it would be straight fucking, with the guy on top. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself. But he did feel a bit strange, a bit dirty. Why was that? she wondered.
"Here, lick my balls. Use your tongue on them. Lick 'em up good," he grunted suddenly.
And much to her surprise he let go her tits, pulled his cock up and away, and heaved himself up and over her face so that the big hairy sac of his balls hung inches above her mouth.
He lowered himself slowly, and Patsy had no choice but to gape wide her lips and let the dangling sac plop onto her mouth. She flicked her tongue from side to side shyly, licking him as instructed. His balls were huge and swollen and as she scraped her tongue over one and then the other, they shifted position, rose and fell in their hairy pouch.
"That's the girl! Lick my balls! Lick 'em good! Take 'em in your mouth one at a time and suck on 'em!" He shifted slightly to one side, and one swollen ball dropped into her mouth. Her lips closed around it. She tickled it with her tongue. And when he heaved upwards she held on to it while the skin of the sac stretched like elastic.
The ball snapped free of her lips and he swung the other one over and down. She took this one into her mouth and repeated the sucking she'd given the first, bathing it in the warm wetness of her mouth and making it sizzle. She gazed up through half-closed eyes and saw the monstrous length of his cock looming over her.
"Say, that's good, baby. You really know how to suck a guy's balls. Yeah. Oh yeah." He let her lick and suck his nuts for another thirty seconds before pulling them free of her mouth.
Then he was hauling himself even higher over her, and suddenly Patsy felt the weird sensation of his balls being scraped back and forth across her face. He dragged them up over her nose, between her eyes and along her forehead. Then he let them tumble and roll down over her left eye and onto her cheekbone. He hauled them across her mouth, and up her other cheek. He circled them around and around over every inch of her face.
Men sure could be weird, she thought, closing her eyes tight as he dragged his nuts across them. There was just no telling what would excite them. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licked his ball sac as it was pulled across her mouth. She wondered what weird and kinky thing he would want to do next.
"Ever used your tongue on a guy's asshole, little girl?" he grunted suddenly. And Patsy had her answer.
He squatted low over her face, split his thighs wide. His balls had come to rest over her pretty turned-up nose. He was waiting for her, obviously. He was waiting for her to use her tongue on his ass. Would she do it? Or was she going to draw the line here and tell him she was going to go no further? Her heart pounded crazily in her chest.
Slowly, she stuck out her tongue. And she curled it up between the cheeks of his ass and began licking.