101 EROTICA STORIES (94 page)

“Hush.” I placed a finger on her lips. “You asked for it. Well, you got it, babe.”

I slid the straps of Patty’s lacy lavender bra down her arms. A moment later, the sight of her firm young breasts met my eyes. Her nipples were pink, the color of sweet youth. Tentatively at first then more firmly the next second, I tweaked one nipple and watched it begin to grow into a hard nub. I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. With my knees still pinning Patty’s arms to her sides, I bent forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.

The sensation was delicious. The taste of her young breast was foreign to my taste buds. But it was a foreign taste I liked, and I hungered for more. I opened my mouth wider and took in more of her breast. Heavens, it was small, but it was fresh and springy. It was delectable. When Patty began to squirm and moan in pleasure, I began to suckle her.

Patty began to squirm and moan so much, I had to double the strength on my knees to keep her in place. There was something about the scenario that excited me and fired up my senses. Maybe it was the idea of this helpless not-so-little girl who was literally and metaphorically under me, the idea that I could do anything and everything I wanted to her. An icing on the cake was the fact that the not-so-little girl was willing to let me do whatever I want to her, and that completely turned me on.

With my lips fastened on Patty’s tit, I reached out with one hand and touched her right away in the space between her legs, this time without the thick cloth of denim to get in the way. I was not surprised to find the girl was practically sopping wet. My fingers worked their magic again, and in the next instant, Patty was rid of her figure-hugging jeans. The fabric was soft and slid easily down her ankles.

I stopped sucking on her breast so I could get a good, clear look on her precious organ. Patty was wearing a lacy lavender thong that matched her bra. The thong was flimsy and gave little, if any, protection to the dark damp mound that rose and seemed to strain against it. Patty had trimmed her pubic hair, another factor in my favor. A little hair never hurt anybody, although it would have been better if Patty had been completely bare. But who knew this little escapade was going to take place?

“You’re wet,” I told Patty accusingly. “You’re very wet.”

“It’s all for you, Mr. Amis,” Patty answered almost shyly. “It’s all for you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really goody-two-shoes Patty? Where on earth did she learn to talk like that? Eventually I decided the details didn’t matter. Patty and I were lucky to have the house to ourselves (well, almost—Tanner was upstairs, but he was fast asleep). The rain showed no sign of slowing down, but I knew the rain wouldn’t go on forever.

I was totally turned on by Patty’s performance. I felt myself getting bigger and growing harder with each passing minute. I found myself unable to wait any longer. I had to be inside Patty now. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be deep inside her, to feel her warm flesh around my cock, and to thrust myself inside her as if there was no tomorrow.

I decided to find out.

The lacy lavender thong was in the way, but it didn’t offer much resistance. With one rip the cloth came apart and was in tatters. I threw it aside and prepared to feast my eyes, hands, mouth, and cock on the luscious organ that was Patty in all her naked glory. Patty, who, despite being as naked as the day she was born, continued to give off that subtle come-on aura that ordered me to fuck her hard.

I grabbed Patty’s organ, not gently, and she gave off a loud moan. Without any thought of finesse, I inserted a finger inside Patty. She was very wet by then, so my finger slid smoothly and easily into her. Patty bucked her hips a bit and moaned again. She didn’t say anything, but I knew she was asking for more. I inserted another finger inside her, and because she was so slippery, I put it another finger.

By then I had three fingers inside Patty. I moved my fingers this way and that, and Patty almost became crazy with pleasure. She jerked and bucked and thrashed, moaning all the while, trying to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum so as not to wake my son who was sleeping upstairs. I kept on making all sorts of motions inside Patty, and she continued to twist and thrash around.

When I slid my fingers out of Patty, I saw my hand was practically covered with her juice. The girl was hot and horny beyond belief! Looking into her womanly essence, I wasn’t surprised to see her lips were swollen pink and shiny with her fluids. The sight turned me on some more.

I changed my position again so that I was no longer pinning Patty’s arms but was between her long, coltish legs instead. I spread her legs as far apart as they would go so I could have more access. Patty didn’t object or anything. She simply let me spread her legs.

Once I was satisfied with how widely spread Patty’s legs were, I got down into business. I knelt and lowered my body until I was almost face-to-face with Patty’s vagina. I saw her clitoris was engorged and swollen, and then I spread her lips apart.

Without hesitation I placed my tongue inside Patty, tasting and feeling her. She tasted sweet with a hint of salty, but she tasted clean and pure. Patty really was still a kid, after all. But the “kid” practically convulsed herself to pleasure the instant my tongue made contact with her down there. For a moment I wondered if I should stop. I shrugged. Who knew if this moment would come again, right? To hell with what-ifs and all that horseshit.

I went on pleasing Patty with my tongue. She felt soft and smooth inside. It was like licking an ice cream cone, actually. The more I licked Patty, the more she writhed around. The more she writhed around, the wetter she became. It didn’t take long before my face was practically covered with white sticky goo. I was covered in Patty, for Pete’s sake. I licked some of the white goo from the corner of my lips. Delectable too.

“Mr. Amis, you’re driving me mad,” Patty groaned, her forehead dotted with sweat. “Stop torturing me, and put it in me. Fuck me hard.”

I ignored her orders and went on fucking her using my mouth instead of my cock that she wanted so badly. I swirled my tongue inside her, enjoying the silky feel of her inside me. I reached up one arm and fondled Patty’s tits while my tongue was still inside her and my mouth was wrapped around her vagina. I rubbed her nipples hard as I thrust my tongue in and out of her, increasing my speed and finding my rhythm. I rubbed and thrust, rubbed and thrust, until I felt her tense, felt she couldn’t take it anymore . . .

And that was when Patty grabbed me by the hair and put her face close to mine. The poor girl was suffering, I could tell, but I was satisfied with her suffering because I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to punish her for reasons I know not.

“You asshole,” Patty hissed. “You won’t listen to me, huh? You’re going to pay for it.”

For a delicate-looking girl, Patty was actually pretty strong. The tables were turned for the third time. I was lying on the couch again, and Patty was on top of me again, but she wasn’t straddling me anymore. Instead, she went down a few inches until she came face-to-face with my cock, which, without warning, she devoured inside her mouth.

I was blown. Patty was just bursting with surprises. I never expected her to give me or anyone else some head, yet here she was, wrapping my member with that moist, warm mouth of hers. Patty definitely knew what she was doing. The girl was a natural tease. She would flirt and play with her tongue, running and swirling it all over my dick. I couldn’t help it. I moaned from sheer pleasure, and when I did, I felt Patty grin with her mouth around my package.

Patty played not only with her tongue and the very slightest hint of teeth, but also with her hands. The part that was no covered with her mouth, she covered with her hands. Patty made twisting, rubbing motions coupled with firm pressure on my penis. The sense of pleasure was overwhelming. I felt my eyes do that funny thing, and I could’ve sworn I fainted for a millisecond from the delicious rush of ecstasy that was running through my veins.

“Patty,” I managed to gasp, “where and how did you learn to do that?”

She took my penis from her mouth and answered, “I don’t kiss and tell.” Then she went on and drove me mad for about ten minutes or more. The experience was like nothing I’ve ever felt or even seen.

Patty played with my balls too. She took each testicle gently into her hands and rubbed them firmly using her open palms. Electricity ran down my spine and back again. It was so intense, I reached down and grabbed Patty’s hair. I gave her hair a mild yank, and to my surprise, Patty actually moaned. I tugged at her hair again, and she gave another moan. Man, the girl really loved to play it dirty.

Patty took one of my balls near her mouth and blew on it gently. Her breath was cool, and it sent another round of fresh shivers up and down my spine. My cock grew stiffer and larger again, something which Patty noticed. She nodded in approval and, without warning, sucked on my dick again. She did it up and down, side by side, and all around. Every motion made me convulse with pleasure. But just when I felt I would explode from all that sensation, Patty stopped sucking my dick and sat in front of me instead.

She opened her legs and spread them wide, then she wrapped them around my waist. Now we were face-to-face, and intimately at that. I immediately understood what she wanted, but before I could even nod and tell her to get it on, Patty grabbed my cock and placed it inside her.

Immediately I began to thrust in, out, up, and down. Patty was tight, not in a way that suggested she was a virgin but in a way that meant she hadn’t been getting it on for quite some time now. Maybe her boyfriend was away. I didn’t know and didn’t care. I was just happy I got to get a hot piece of Patty at long last.

Patty’s snugness felt good against my swollen dick. I continued to thrust in and out of her as she placed her arms on the sofa and leaned back on the couch, using her elbows for support. Patty spread her legs even wider, bucking and moving her hips in time with my thrusts, trying to come up with a rhythm that’s sure to drive us wild with sheer pleasure.

Patty made this bouncing motion that got her tits jiggling like crazy. The sight drove me wild. With one hand, I grabbed one tit and began pressing it hard, squeezing it, never losing my rhythm and continuing to pound hard inside her. Patty began to move her hips faster and faster, finally coming up with this rhythm that matched every thrust and grunt I made.

“I’m coming, Mr. Amis,” Patty said breathlessly. “I’m coming!”

I grunted in response and kept on banging her hard. I was being ruthless now, and I no longer cared if I hurt her or not. I was lost in my own pleasure and passion, lost in the feel of Patty’s flesh wrapped around and all over my member.

Patty sat up all of a sudden and wrapped her arms tight around me. Her face was buried in her neck, and I wasn’t too lost in what I was doing to not notice her harsh breathing and rapid panting. She raked her fingernails up and down my back, and just as surprisingly, she began to shake violently.