Patty knelt in front of him. The cement floor was cold and hard under her knees. She felt her own seepings drying as air touched her naked pussy. As she leaned forward, Al gently touched her bare breasts, fingering their warm softness, making the nipples ache and burn. Her mouth watering in anticipation, she took hold of his hot cock. Leaning forward, she let her tongue touch his dick. Her mouth was instantly filled with the taste of his juices. She slid her mouth over the velvety, rubbery, warm head. She used her tongue to press the foreskin back. Her guts were in a turmoil of excitement and fear as she swallowed his hot leakings. She knew he was slouched back, watching avidly as she sucked his prick.
She pushed her head down, slid his cock toward the back of her mouth, along the length of her tongue. Reaching between her thighs, she fingered the hot softness of her pussy. As she sucked his dork, she wondered what sweet, pure Micaela, or teacher's pet Gabby, would say if they knew what she was doing. Too bad for them. They didn't know what they were missing.
It really was great having hot meat in her mouth! She was a bit surprised at how neat it was. It was like, sort of, a great, hard hot dog. She could feel the hard center, and the soft skin. And it kept leaking that great tasting stuff. By moving her head back and forth, sliding the big shaft in and out of her mouth, she got more of it. Al was panting and whimpering sort of funny. She saw his stomach muscles jerking and squirming.
'Oh gosh,' Al moaned. 'Ah. It's happening. It's happening. It's happening!”
It sure was. Patty felt the lean meat in her mouth swell and pulse. There was a funny, squirmy feeling along the bottom of it, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with hot, sticky, creamy goo. It was sort of salty, and made the back of her tongue sting. It filled her nose with a funny musky scent. She swallowed as the dick in her mouth kept jumping and pumping, squirting hot jizm down her throat. He was cumming in her mouth! And she was swallowing it! She was really, truly a real cock-sucker! The knowledge made her drill her thumb into her own steaming, slick hole.
She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, until his pecker was just barely wiggling and oozing little bits of stuff. Carefully, she sucked the last of it out of his shrinking dick, then let it go. She saw it flop limply over his balls as she sat back and wiped the spit and jizm off her chin.
Al was panting, his thin chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. 'Goolllleeee,' he wheezed at last, lifting his head and looking down at her.
'Your turn now,' Patty ordered, still fingering her twat.
'Wh-what should I do?' he asked.
'Stick your tongue in me.”
'Uh, no, I don't want to.”
Patty felt a surge of anger. After all, he'd promised. And even though she had liked doing it to him, she had an incredible itch now and had to do something about it. 'You promised!”
'I-I had my fingers crossed,' he stammered.
'You do it, or I'll tell everyone you're queer,' Patty threatened.
'Aw, everyone thinks that already.”
'I'll scream rape and you'll go to jail,' Patty tried.
'You wouldn't!”
'Oh yeah?' She drew in a deep breath, and threw back her head.
'Don't,' Al yelped.
'You gonna do it?' Patty demanded.
'Yes. But don't pee on me.”
'I'm not going to pee on you! My God, that's disgusting.' She sat down beside him on the whirring motor. She felt the cold metal against her bare ass. The vibrations swirled through her already confused tummy.
Spreading her thighs, she pried apart her pussy lips, let him see the inner folds, the tiny bud of her pisser, the veiled tunnel of her virginal cunt. As she looked down at him, kneeling between her legs, she got a delicious feeling of power.
Squeezing his eyes shut, sticking his tongue out as far as he could, he leaned forward slowly. She had to let go of her cunt lips and guide him to his target. She watched and felt his tongue touch her twat. An electric jolt slammed up through her and she wondered if the motor under her had short-circuited.
The first taste evidently calmed Al's fears. His eyes opened and his expression changed from stark terror to interest and excitement. Patty let go of his head and leaned back on her arms. She watched his bespectacled face between her slender tan thighs. His tongue stroked her twat, stroked its few fine strands of hair. He stroked his tongue along her crack, pried the bulging lips apart. Then he touched something up high in her slit and a blast of pure pleasure surged through her.
The itch was stronger, more demanding. 'Do that again,' she groaned.
He did it again, and flames blistered her innards. He probed deeper and the fires got hotter and hotter. Patty writhed and squirmed as the electric motor thrummed its vibrations through her, and Al's tongue stoked the fires of her young lust. He was lapping eagerly at her now, sweeping up her thick drippings. He stroked her clit with every swipe. Every time his tongue went over it, Patty convulsed, jumped as if an electric current had hit her.
The sight of his head between her naked thighs did something to her. The itch kept getting better and better, bigger and bigger. It really was like a sneeze was growing in her gut. Frantically, she reached down and pried her pussy lips apart, and pointed at the special spot. 'There! Bite me there!”
She felt a flash of pain as teeth clamped on her delicate nubbin. 'YOWH! Too hard,' she screamed.
Al changed to his lips, and the pain became pleasure. His tongue tickled her mini-penis, and the sneeze erupted. She gargled senselessly. Bubbling and gurgling, she wrapped her slender legs around his head. Her hips humped and bumped against his face. She didn't stop until she was totally exhausted. Then she flopped limp as a dead fish and tried to catch her breath. She had to push Al away from her dripping pussy to make him stop.
When he sat back, she saw his cheeks were all slimy with liquid. His glasses were so steamed up he was blind. He pulled them off. She saw suddenly that he had neat, very dark eyes. 'Wow,' he panted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
'Gosh,' Patty sighed.
'We better get out of here,' Al noted nervously.
'Yeah, we better,' she agreed. 'Come on, let's go swimming.”
'Yeah.”
They quickly scrambled into their suits. Patty peered cautiously out the door before beckoning him into the blinding summer sunlight. She let him hold her hand as they climbed the grassy slope up to the pool. She wondered how soon she could do it again, wondered what other neat things there were.
Daddy wouldn't like it, she supposed. But why not? She was still a virgin, after all. But Micaela was right. Daddy was horny. Maybe he wouldn't feel quite so bad if she did him the same way she had done Al.
'Whatcha thinking about?' Al asked.
'Nothing. Let's not hold hands, or everyone'll be saying I'm your girl.”
'Aren't you?”
'I guess maybe I am,' she decided, taking his hand again, giving it a squeeze. 'I guess I am.”
Mike cleared his desk and prepared to head for home. He was exhausted, drained from the work and the sessions with Joan. His groin ached.
'Would you like to come to dinner tonight?' Joan asked as she put on her scarf.
'Got to get home to the girls,' he answered. 'And besides, while your husband may take it all in stride, I'm not sure I could carry it off.”
'Might be kind of kicky, the three of us,' Joan suggested.
'Kinky, you mean,' he answered. 'See you tomorrow.
On his way home he began worrying about ‘Caela and Gabby and Patty. He knew he was going to have to take the bull by the horns. The knowledge made his guts tighten.
