Patsy, felt as though a great load had been lifted off her shoulders. Now that she'd had a cock up her cunt, now that she'd actually fucked someone, she felt like a new person. She was more free, more confident somehow. And life didn't seem as scary and intimidating. She could tackle whatever life had to offer, she figured. And what's more, she could treat it like an adventure, like fun.
She seemed to walk around on a cloud for the next few days. In a way she was sure that the people she passed on the street knew she had been fucked, knew she was no longer a little girl. And she smiled at them, she wanted them to know her secret. The men especially seemed to sense there was something about her.
John Hunt remarked on it as she walked home from school with him in mid-week. They hadn't seen each other since she'd jerked him off all over her in his father's car. She seemed older, somehow, he told her. And it had nothing to do with her looks. In that department she still appeared as young as ever. He wondered what had brought on the change.
"Oh, John," she whispered, looping her arm through his. "My life is so exciting all of a sudden. The other day… I got fucked for the first time."
John's heart sank. She turned to look up at him with her achingly pretty young face and he did his best to smile, but inside he felt crushed. He'd so much wanted Patsy to save herself for him. He'd wanted to be the first. Ever since that day in the car he could think of nothing else.
"Don't look like that," she said, squeezing his arm. "I wanted it to happen so bad. I really needed it. You should be happy for me."
He looked away. "I just thought… you know… you and me. I thought the two of us…"
"Well, we'll still see each other. We can still go out and everything. But we're both too young to go steady, John. We really are. We should be seeing lots of other people."
Still he wouldn't look at her. "Who was it? Who did it?" he said at last. There was a harsh edge to his voice.
"He didn't do it to me. If anything I did it to him. And I can't tell you who it is. It doesn't matter. There will be lots of others."
John stopped and turned to look at her finally. So that was it. That was what was so different about her. She had fucked someone. She had taken a cock inside her. He found it funny that she should look so lovely and alive just because of that. A terrible pang of jealousy ran through him. It shoved in his face.
"Oh John, don't look like that," she repeated. "Don't spoil it for me. I'll still see you. We can even fuck if you like. But I want to do it with other guys to. I'm too young for just one person."
He stood staring at her without speaking, his face very serious. They were in the middle of a footpath that snaked through the city park, and a cyclist had to veer around them, wobbling and cursing. She suddenly stepped froward, brought her face up close to John's and whispered at him.
"I'll be good to you. I'll prove it. I'll suck you off right now if you want me to." Her big blue eyes searched his race far a sign of encouragement. She felt him tense at what her words.
He didn't say yes or no. He simply stared at her. And so she gripped his hand and led him off the path and into a bunch of trees and bushes. He didn't resist. He went with her. He leaned against a tree as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and fly.
"I've learned how to suck cocks, too," she breathed, glancing up at him as she opened his pants, tugged down his shorts, circled his limp cock with her fingers. "I'll show you what I know. I think you'll be impressed."
John looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. And he didn't say a word as she pulled his cock out into the open and stuffed it between her soft red lips. He felt her tongue curling around the spongy shaft and pressing against his piss-slit as if she wanted to get inside. He gazed down into her fresh and lovely young face.
She kept her eyes turned up to him the whole time, as if she sought his approval. And very quickly his cock began to inflate and expand in her mouth. From a limp four-inch noodle it grew into a solid five, six, seven inches of thick cockmeat. And her mouth backed off on it slightly as it angled higher. Her fist wrapped around the base of it and began to pump up and down steadily… "Do you like it? Does my mouth feel good on your cock?" she purred, slopping his prick from her lips for a second.
She flicked her tongue back and forth on the underside of the cock, then tapped the head steadily with teasing little licks.
He didn't answer. He simply stared down at her with a glazed look in his eyes. And eventually she pulled his prick back between her lips and began sucking all over again. She dipped her head this time, let her eyes fall from his face. And she pumped her face and her fist up and down on his cock, drawing it up to full erection in a matter of seconds. Her free hand scooped down under his balls and squeezed them.
"Mmmmmm…" she hummed, angling her head as best she could so that his cockhead could plow deep. Her fist squeaked as it twisted and turned on his cock there.
He couldn't believe she was so good at it. Where had she learned to suck cock like this? Her bright blonde head was bobbing in the sunlight. Her fist was squeezing, her tongue was tickling and teasing him everywhere. She was suddenly an expert cock-sucker. Someone had been teaching her how to use her mouth like a whore.
He leaned stiffly against the tree, his cock locked in her face. His hands came up suddenly and he was sweeping her platinum hair up off her cheeks, making sure he had a perfect view as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled by turns. He watched his cockhead dent the inside from time to time. Her free hand was cupping his swollen balls. She was tickling them crazily.
"Mmmmm…" she moaned. And she really sounded as though she were enjoying herself. Her full lips flew up and down on his aching cock-shaft.
Then she was pausing, resting, letting his prick slip free of her lips as she turned her face up to him yet again. She let her fist fall from around the cock base and slid her tongue all the way down the underside of the shaft to the balls. With his cockhead resting up in her hair somewhere, she began licking his nuts with delicate little sweeps of her tongue.
He groaned. He couldn't help it. Her tongue was just too much on his dry ball pouch. Then she was nipping at his nuts with her lips, plucking the skin of the sac and drawing it up like rubber. Her tongue snaked under each of his balls in turn and weighed them like hunks of candy. Then her mouth folded down and she was sucking his nuts one after the other.
He felt himself grow weak in the knees. His balls felt numb and heavy, like chunks of lead. He gazed down at the huge red log of his cock covering one whole side of her face. She had both eyes shut as she sucked and snuffled at him. He wondered if this was the same teenaged girl who had jerked him off only days before.
"Mmmmmm… Love to lick balls… I just love the feel of them…" she cooed.
Then she began licking up the underside of his cock toward the head, letting his prickshaft roll from one side of her face to the other.
He wanted to say something. He wanted to appear cool and unimpressed, as if she was used to getting his cock and balls sucked like this. But the words wouldn't form. All he could do was gulp and gasp and try not to lose his balance as he leaned against the tree. He was vaguely aware that they could be discovered at any second by anyone who chose to walk through the trees. But he didn't care.
"I love to lick cock. And to suck it," she purred. "There's just something so exciting about it."
Here she let his purple cockhead roll over her red wet lips while she stared up at him with a teasing light in her eyes. His prick swayed back and forth without her touching it with her hand. She simply poked it with her tongue once in a while, sending it to the left or right or wherever she wanted it. There was a half-smile on her lovely face.
"And there's something else I love as well," she went on, still watching him. "Know what it is?"
He shook his head helplessly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He watched her bring up one hand, circle his cock with her fingers. Then he felt his balls quake at what she did next.
"I love to rub hard cock all over my face. I love the feel of a hard wet cockhead smearing into my skin."
She had closed her eyes again, and now she gripped his cock hard and steered it everywhere on her fresh young face. She smudged it into her cheeks and into the side of her nose. She poked it over her forehead and into her eye sockets. She was smiling the whole time.
His prick had started to leak pre-cum juice, and small glittering trails of slime stuck to her eyebrows, her lashes, her cheeks. She passed the cockhead across her half-open mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick the purple cock dome. She sucked on the head quickly before beginning to smear his cock into her face all over again.
"I love a hard cock on my face, in my mouth, everywhere," she gasped. "I'll never get enough cock. Never."
John was too excited to feel any pang of bitterness. He was in no position to complain about what she wanted. For now he was having his cock serviced in a more exciting way than he'd ever thought possible. He certainly couldn't accuse her of neglecting him.
She rubbed his cock across her chin, up one cheek and down the other. And then she stuffed it back between her lips and sucked him for all she was worth. Her fist clenched his cockbase tight and shucked up and down. Her blonde head bobbed crazily. She took him deep into her mouth and tickled him with her tongue.
"Mmmmmmm…" she hummed, really getting into gear. Her free hand teased his balls again, coaxing and tickling.
His knees felt as though they were about to buckle and he braced himself hard against the tree. He began to grunt deep in his throat, as if he were in pain. Suddenly he urged his hips forward and up, buried his cock deep in her throat. His balls exploded and sent a thick jet of cum firing up the length of his captured cock.
Patsy gasped, her throat suddenly clogged with steaming spunk. She gulped and swallowed, trying her best to suck down all his cum. She stopped bobbing her head and did all the pumping with her fist. With steady, sure movements, she jerked him off into her mouth.
"Cumming in your mouth! Cumming in your hot bitch mouth!" he groaned.
And as he stared down, a thick stream of silver spunk drooled from the corner of her mouth and dangled down from her chin in a long elastic strip. It hung in the air for a second before snapping across her forearm.
Her fist never stopped pumping. She held the cockhead and maybe an inch of shaft between her lips and let the hot jets of spunk spray the roof of her mouth and cascade down her throat. No sooner had one steaming jet shot off than another followed. And her neck bobbed crazily as she siphoned the hot cream down to her belly. More silver cum seeped from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.
"Horny little cock-sucker! Two-timing bitch!" he growled, his prick flexing again and sending a knot of cum boiling down her gullet.
Patsy thought she was going to gag. Her throat was clogged to capacity with his steaming hot jizz. She tilted her head back, gaped her mouth wide, and let the jet spray where they wanted. Hot waxy jets hit her in the teeth and drooled down her soggy lips. More sprayed out on either side of her mouth, onto her cheeks. They dripped and drained off her jaw line like spilled milk.
"Ggglllggg?" she gurgled, gulping down as much as she could. Her tongue was buried under a white-wash of spunk. A thick pool had formed inside the oval of her wet lips.
His cock twitched. A thick jet of cum shot into her mouth. And another. And then he appeared to be through. Her fist still pumped him. She still yanked him steadily. But only a clear fluid oozed from his cockhead and dripped onto her tongue. And slowly her fist cased up on him till she was jerking him off with slow, relaxed movements.
"Gggllggg!" she gasped.
She kept her head tilted back, but now she opened her eyes and stared up at him. She seemed to be smiling at him, though it was hard to tell because she held her mouth open wide. She seemed proud of the huge load of spunk she had in her mouth, and it was as if she wanted to see it, watch it swill about over her tongue and teeth.
"Crazy cock-sucker! Hot horny slut!" he hissed, staring down at her. He almost sounded angry, as if she'd not just sucked him off at all, but had sucked off someone else in front of him. He had a weird look on his face.
She went right on smiling at him, as if what he said didn't bother her at all. In fact she began to tease him all the more, tilting her head back and forth with her mouth open so that he could see the creamy cum slashing about between her lips. Some of his jizz spilled out and went slithering down over her chin. Spunk hung off her face in elastic strands.
"Dirty slut! Dirty two-timing cock-sucker!" he panted. And now he tried to back away, tried to pull his cock free from the grip of her clutching fingers.
But for the moment she held him tight, forced him to watch her play with his steaming load of cum. She really was smiling now, and the more she did so the more creamy cum slopped from her mouth. Several smaller strands had formed into two long silver ropes that dangled from her chin in two-foot-long strips.
"Bitch! Hot sucking bitch!" John croaked. He had pulled his cock from her at last, and now he stuffed it back into his pants and zipped himself up. But for now he didn't move away from the tree.
She remained on her knees, staring up at him with her cum-streaked face. And slowly her throat bobbed and she gulped down part of the great mass of spunk to her belly. What she didn't swallow she let slop out over her lips with all the rest. And the two-foot-long ropes lengthened even more before snapping to the ground.
"Ggglllggg!" she gurgled loudly, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a lewd and horny smile.