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Title: Lucky Tickets
Author: JiMC
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they
are not really characters in this story.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely
seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the
characters in this story are under aged, however the
target audience is adults (people over the age of
eighteen) with broad minds.
Chapter 2
Mom told Merry that she could do the lawn, but that I had
to check it over afterwards to make sure that it was done
right.
Merry flew outside and I could hear her try,
unsuccessfully, to get the lawn mower to start. It was one
of those pull-start mowers, not like the ones that start the
first time that you can purchase today. I knew after the
third or fourth pull that Merry wasn't going to be able to
start it.
Smiling, I went outside where Merry had the lawn mower
out. She had the gas can out, so I could tell she had
already made sure that there was enough fuel in it.
I yelled to her and she looked up. She looked a bit
sheepish about not being able to start the cold mower.
"Let me do this for you," I said, acting like a big
he-man.
"I always have trouble starting it the first time," Merry
said.
"You just need a few more muscles in your arm," I told
her.
I put my foot against the machine and gave the cord a
quick pull. The engine roared to life, but started to
sputter down. I quick adjusted the choke and the engine soon
was at its normal speed.
"Here," I said, shouting a bit over the din of the engine.
"Thanks, Jimmy... Jim!" She said, correcting herself.
"No problem."
Merry took the handle of the mower and started to cut the
grass.
I looked over to the driveway and Mom was just leaving to
go to Aunt Peggy's. I jogged over to where she was and gave
her a kiss good bye.
"Mom... Since Merry is gonna do the lawn, I'm going to
hang out with Jack again today. OK?"
My mother looked down the street toward where Jack lived.
She looked back at me and smiled. "OK, Jim. But could you
stay here for fifteen minutes to make sure that Merry has no
more problems with the mower?"
I glanced at where my step-sister was pushing the mower
and back to my mother. "Sure. I'll be glad to. It's easy
starting once it's warm, though."
"Maybe. But I'd rather she be careful. She's just
thirteen..."
"Fourteen next month! Don't forget. She's not letting
ME forget!"
Mom and I laughed. When she first remarried, she had
been worried to death that she might forget some important
date, and I had done my best to make sure that she never
forgot any. "I'm not about to forget, but thanks."
Mom started her car and pulled out the driveway. I
watched her car drive down the street.
I looked over at Merry, and waved at her. She waved back
at me. I went into the house.
Upstairs, I retrieved that roll of "Lucky Tickets" that I
had found. Were these really magic? Where did they come
from? Did they really make Merry strip naked yesterday and
last night?
I told myself that this could be a game that Merry was
playing. Although it was totally against her character, such
a thing was still possible. After all, she did seem to
notice when I touched her, and when I kissed her. Was she
just pretending?
How could I tell?
I put the tickets into my duffel bag where I had my
Frisbee and a baseball mitt. I wanted to try them out
someplace where Merry wasn't around.
The phone rang. It was Jack.
I asked him if he wanted to throw the saucer around
again. He seemed to like that idea. I also suggested that
we go to the Jack-in-the-Box for lunch later. Jack didn't
like that place much, I think mostly because he felt that
they stole "his" name, but he agreed to go.
I told him that I'd meet him at his house.
* * *
I got to Jack's about forty-five minutes later. Merry
was about half-way done with our lawn and had restarted the
mower without any problem.
When I got to Jack's, I went to his side door and
knocked. Jack's sister, Patrice, answered the door. She was
seventeen and didn't think much of her brother or any of his
friends. She looked at me with disdain and called out to
Jack that one of his "loser friends was at the door."
Patrice had always done things like this. I was used to
it. But for some reason, her attitude pissed me off today.
Yeah. She'd be behaving differently if I gave her a
ticket, huh?
What was I thinking? I didn't even know if the tickets
really worked, and I was already thinking of using them to
teach a lesson to Jack's older sister???
Jack came to the door, interrupting my thoughts. He led
me downstairs to the basement which his parents had converted
into some sort of a den.
"What's with your sister? I heard her call me a loser
again!" I complained to Jack.
"She's probably on the rag," he answered, shrugging.
That was a standard response when any female seemed a bit
grouchy. I don't think either of us actually knew what it
meant at the time.
We went downstairs, and I was trying to think of some way
of testing the tickets now that I was away from Merry.
Jack told me with a sullen face, "My parents left while I
was on the phone. I don't have permission to go to the park
yet. I'm going to call Mom when she gets to the office."
Unlike my mother, Jack's mother worked full time.
Apparently, Jack was home alone with his bitchy sister. Once
again, I was thinking what I would do with her if those damn
tickets actually worked.
Suddenly, an idea sprang into my head.
I went into my duffel bag and pulled out the roll of
tickets. "Hey, Jack. Do you remember these?"
Jack looked at the tickets. "Oh, yeah. You gonna put on
a show, huh?"
I knew that Jack said that to needle me for what I had
suggested the other day. I was still just a little hurt from
his telling me that only "kids and dorks" put on shows.
I grinned at him. "Jack. Take a ticket." I tore off a
ticket and handed it to him.
Without a word, he reached out and grabbed it from me.
He then intoned, "You have one wish."
"Jack, I wish for you to stay down here. Do nothing
until I come back down. When I come down, I want you to
think that we spent all that time just talking and playing
around. OK?"
"Your wish is my command," he intoned.
"Far fucking out," I thought to myself.
* * *
I quietly walked up the stairs into Jack's kitchen. I
wasn't sure where Patrice was, but that was a central
location in Jack's small house. I immediately heard the
television on in the living room. Patrice was probably in
there.
I knew that we were alone; Jack was downstairs and would
stay downstairs until I returned. I still had the roll of
tickets in my hand.
I walked into Jack's living room. Patrice was watching
something on the TV, and didn't immediately notice that I had
come in.
When I saw Patrice, a thousand ideas went into my head.
I was going to make her pay for every time she insulted me or
any of Jack's other friends. She was going to beg for
mercy... she was going to...
"What are you doing up here, you little dork?" came
Patrice's snide remark. While I was trying to decide what to
say, she apparently noticed that I had entered the living
room.
"Um..." I said, a bit on the defensive. "Would you like
a ticket?"
"A ticket? What for? You losers doing some sort of
raffle?" she asked.
I pulled a ticket off the roll and handed it to her.
She looked at the ticket and then intoned, "Your wish is
my command."
"I wish you to do whatever I say forever. I wish that
you will never be able to tell anybody that I have any power
over you. You are helpless and at my mercy."
"Your wish is too complicated. Please try again,"
Patrice intoned.
This was the first time that I had ever had a wish
rejected. But it appeared that I had another attempt.
"Why is it too complicated?" I asked.
"Your wish cannot last longer than a day."
"May I ask you for another wish then?"
"Yes," Patrice intoned.
"I wish you to do whatever I say until I leave. You will
immediately forget whatever we do afterwards. During the
time we are together, you will be helpless and at my mercy."
"Your wish is my command."
I looked at my prize. Patrice was seventeen. She had
short black hair, smallish tits, and a slim figure. She
wasn't one of the better looking girls by any means.
But she was mine.
"So, what's this ticket good for, dickless?" Patrice
sneered.
I was taken aback by her curt remark. I thought she was
supposed to do whatever I said.
"You too chicken-shit to talk to me?" she asked, giving
me an evil smile.
Oh, fuck. I hadn't told her to do anything.
"Shut up!" I said.
Patrice went to give me some snide remark, but nothing
came out of her mouth. She looked confused. She coughed a
couple of times and then tried again. Again she failed.
"You can talk to me, but only with respect," I said,
grinning at her.
"Like h..." she went mute. She shook her head, and then
tried to talk again. Again nothing.
I let her worry a bit at her inability to communicate.
Patrice tried a few more minutes. Finally, she was able
to speak, softly. "What is happening to my voice?"
I gave her an evil smile. "I told you to only talk to me
with respect. If what you are saying isn't respectful, it
won't come out."
"How are you doing this... Jim?" Patrice's whole
demeanor had changed. It was obvious that talking to me in a
normal tone of voice wasn't easy for her.
"Let's just say that you are in my power," I said.
Patrice tried to say something and failed again. She
closed her eyes and breathed in and out. She finally said,
"I don't understand how you are doing this."
"Who the hell cares what you think, bitch?" I spat.
Again, Patrice's immediate reaction wasn't able to be
communicated. I could see that she was getting more and more
frustrated.
It was time to demonstrate my complete control now.
"While you learn to keep a civil tongue in your head, come
over to me and give me the sexiest kiss you know how."
This was met by another futile attempt to speak,
accompanied by her getting up from her chair. I could see
panic in her eyes as her body was betraying her thoughts.
"Please don't..." she said softly before her lips met
mine and muffled anything else she had to say.
She was kissing me! I felt her tongue touch my lips and I
opened them in surprise. Her tongue snaked into my mouth.
The kiss felt wonderful, and I could see real fear in her
eyes as she knew that she had absolutely no control over her
body.
I touched my tongue to hers and our tongues played
together. She must have done this before, I thought to
myself. I wonder who she had done this with? Maybe I was
going to learn her whole sexual history... and give her a new
history to boot!
I moved my hands to her tiny breasts. They were a little
bit bigger than Merry's... but not by much. I could see from
her eyes that my touching her wasn't appreciated, but I
didn't give a rat's ass about that at the moment. She was
going to pay for all the shit she had been giving to me and
all of Jack's other friends.
Finally, I got bored with the kiss. I was ready for some
action. I pushed her away.
Patrice stood there looking at me. She didn't make any
attempt to run away; it would have been futile if she tried.
One word from me would stop her cold.
But what if I couldn't say anything? I never told her
that she couldn't hurt me!
"Patrice, you will not hurt me under any circumstances."
I saw her eyes open wide. Maybe she had been thinking of
the same thing!
What else was I missing?
"Patrice, you will ensure that I won't be hurt by anyone
or anything else."
I couldn't think of any loopholes now.
But Patrice was older than me. She probably had a more
devious mind. "Patrice, you will not attempt to escape from
me, or do anything to harm me directly or indirectly. If you
can think of anything that I may have overlooked, you will
inform me as soon as you think of it."
That was the best I could do at such short notice. I
would have to come up with some standard "disclaimer" when I
did something like this again. But that was for the future.
I was thinking of having Patrice think of me as the most
sexy man in the world, and almost gave her that command, when
it struck me that this would probably give her a break. I
most certainly did not want her to enjoy my control over her.
I wanted her to experience the humiliation that she had
heaped on me and others over the years.
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Patrice, softly.
"Because I can," I answered. "And because you are a
first class bitch. And a first class bitch deserves to be
punished."
I didn't know where I wanted to go from here. A spanking
from a younger boy would certainly be humiliating. Having
sex with me would also be humiliating. How far did I want to
push this?
"Patrice, sit down. Let's have a talk."
I motioned to the sofa and she sat down, and I sat next
to her. I put my hand on her knee. Her arm went up
automatically to put my hand off of her, but she quickly
thought better of that. I grinned at her.
"Answer me truthfully. Yes or no... are you a virgin?"
"Yes," she said in a smallish voice.
"Maybe not for long," I sneered.
Patrice blanched.
"I have some questions regarding sex. You will answer me
to the best of your knowledge. You will give me any personal
information that is applicable to my question. OK?"
Patrice nodded meekly.
I thought of what Jack said before. "Are you on the rag
right now?"
Patrice shook her head no.
"What does that expression mean?"
Patrice explained about menstruation. It turned out that
I had already had some inkling about it from roundabout
things that Merry and my mother said in conversations.
Patrice also told me about her periods. Hers were quite
regular, ever since she went on the pill on her seventeenth
birthday.
"You are using birth control?" I asked.
Yes, she nodded.
"And you are still a virgin?" I asked. I thought all
girls on the pill were sluts.
"Yes. I'm waiting for..." She looked at me with
pleading eyes. "For the right guy. Before I... you know..."
"You've never had sex?" I asked.
"No... not really..."
"The entire truth, Patrice," I told her.
"I let Ricky Lane touch my breasts... and I felt his
thing..."
Ricky Lane was a kind of nerdy guy in high school. I
never knew that he and Patrice were an item. Jack had never
said anything.
"Is he the only one?" I asked.
"No," Patrice answered. She seemed like she was going to
end it there, but she blurted out, "I gave head to Donny
Erickson back in junior high on a dare."
I had never heard of him. "Who's Donny Erickson?"
"He left two years ago when his parents moved to
California."
"What is 'head?'" I asked. I had heard the expression,
but it had never been explained.
"Oh, god!" Patrice said, mostly to herself. She looked
at me and explained. "It's when you take a boy's... thing...
in your mouth... and rub it and suck it..."
This sounded like something interesting!
"Do you make him shoot?" I asked, getting into it.
Patrice closed her eyes, as if this wasn't a happy memory
for her. "He... Donny did, the pig! In my mouth. On my
chin. Over my blouse..."
Gross! I don't think I'll be giving head any time soon!
"And that's called 'head?'" I asked.
"Yes. Or a blow job. Or sucking dick," Patrice
answered. It seemed like she didn't like the other terms
much.
I had heard of blow jobs, and now Patrice had confirmed
to me what they were. "Oral sex?" I asked.
"Yes. Except that 'head' is more specific when a girl
does it to a guy."
"You mean, guys can give oral sex to girls?" I asked,
confused by the mechanics.
"Umm... a guy... or a girl for that matter... can lick a
girl in her... pussy. It's supposed to feel pretty good,
like when a girl sucks a guys... thing."
"You mean, if a guy were to lick your... pussy... it
would feel good to you?" I asked.
I could see that Patrice was getting embarrassed. She
nodded her head. "Nobody's ever licked me there. But Betty
told me that she and her cousin..." Patrice got red.
"Betty who?" I asked, going through the Betty's that I
knew in my head.
"Betty Elders," Patrice answered. "My best friend. But
please! Don't tell her I told you. She'd never talk to me
again!"
"Don't worry. You said that Donny was a pig for shooting
in your mouth. Isn't that the idea?" I asked.
"Well, a guy is supposed to let a girl know, and then she
can decide what she wants to do. Give him a hand job... you
know, pumping him with her hand... or taking it in her mouth."
"And Donny didn't let you know?" I asked.
"It was the first time I'd ever did anything with a guy.
I didn't know he was going to come, and I didn't think he'd
come in my mouth!"
"'Come' means to shoot sperm?" I asked.
Patrice looked at me as if I was stupid. She was going
to say something to that effect, but my previous command to
only talk to me with respect prevented her. She closed her
eyes and said, "Yes. Come. Orgasm. Shoot. Erupt. And
about a thousand other words, I guess."
I asked Patrice a number of other questions. Back then,
kids weren't really told the facts of life, and what they
were told didn't have the explicitness of what I was being
told by Patrice.
To give Patrice credit, she made me more cognizant of
sex. She gave me details of looking at other girls in the
showers or in the locker room when they were dressing, how
she looked at boys' bulges in their pants. What girls talked
about when they were talking about boys. I learned about the
physiology of females, and about the mechanics of sex. It
was quite an eye-opening education.
It took about a half hour, but at the end, I think I was
thoroughly educated... at least, as educated as a seventeen
year old virgin female was capable of teaching at that place
and time.
I was silent for about five minutes, thinking about what
I was learning.
"Jim?" Patrice said, softly.
"What?" I said, surprised that she interrupted my
thoughts.
"I'm sorry... for calling you a dork. And all those
other things. I never really thought of you... or any of
Jack's friends... as really being people..."
"What the hell is a 'dork' anyway?" I asked.
"Well, it's usually synonymous with a nerd," Patrice
said, looking at me to see if I was going to take offense.
"And... I think specifically, it means 'penis.'"
I burst out laughing. That was the first direct mention
that Patrice ever made to the male genitalia. Prior to this,
she had always referred to it as a 'thing.'
Patrice didn't know why I was laughing, but seemed a bit
less worried that I was upset now that I knew what she had
called me.
"Are you really sorry?" I finally asked her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Tell me the truth. Are you really sorry, or are you
just worried about what I will do to you?"
"I'm truly sorry," Patrice said. Her face was serious.
"And I admit that I'm worried what you will do to me. But
I'm truly sorry. As I'm talking to you about sex, I realize
that you might be younger than me, but you're a person. You
have questions. I didn't realize that until you... well,
until you got mad today."
"And what do you think I'll do to you?" I asked, not
really knowing the answer to that question myself.
Patrice looked at me steadily. "At first I thought you
might rape me. That you might make me fuck you... and maybe
Jack. Is he still downstairs, or is he in the kitchen
listening in?"
"Jack is downstairs," I told her. "He'll be downstairs
for a while. He's not listening. I don't think I want to
fuck you, Patrice."
A look of relief washed over her face. "I thought when I
told you that I was on the pill..." She simply shook her
head.
"So. Knowing that, what should I do?" I asked her.
She looked at me. She looked down. "You're mad at me,
aren't you?"
I nodded.
"You want to punish me. Spank me?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"You can make me do anything. You could make me... suck
you. You could turn me into a whore for the entire school!"
"I could. But is the punishment worth the crime?" I
asked.
"No. But I have no way of knowing what you will do. I
just know what you probably can do."
I nodded again.
Patrice didn't say any more. I was still trying to
figure out what I wanted to do. I had already humiliated her
a little by making her tell me about her sex life, and having
her teach me about sex. I did want more, but I wasn't sure
what.
From listening to Patrice's description of sexual acts,
my initial idea of fucking her went away. I got from
Patrice's attitude that rape was completely abhorrent to
her... or any female. No wonder they have such stiff
penalties for rapists. Almost as bad as murderers.
But I knew that Patrice's current humiliation would end.
When I leave her later on, she would have no memory of what
happened. This didn't give me a green light to fuck her,
though.
I finally spoke. "Well, you have come up with some
suggestions. I could fuck you... I could spank you. I could
have you suck me. Or I could turn you into a whore for the
entire school. Correct?"
Patrice blanched when I said the F-word, but nodded her
head.
"Well, each of them would have me seeing you naked.
Right?" I asked.
Patrice looked confused, but nodded her head.
"OK. Strip, then. Let's see your naked body."
Patrice looked around. "Here. In the living room?"
"Your parents are at work. Jack is downstairs, and will
remain downstairs. Strip right now."
Patrice's arms started unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm...
I'm... doing it..." she said, once again not believing her
body obeying my commands.
"Yup. Take everything off. Quickly now."
Patrice's body picked up the pace. In about sixty
seconds, a nude Patrice was standing before me in front of
the sofa.
"Stay there," I said.
I gave Patrice's body a good look. I hadn't really had a
great chance to look over Merry's body the previous night.
It was dark, and the flashlight wasn't the best illumination.
Patrice was standing before me in the light of day.
Her breasts, as I said before, were tiny. They barely
stuck out from her body. She had larger brown aureoles than
Merry, and her nipples were a small center point within them.
Patrice had curly black pubic hair, which looked a bit
like a black diamond at the bottom of her crotch. I could
tell that her hair was hiding the folds of flesh that I had
seen on Merry the previous night.
"Give me a better view of your pussy," I told Patrice. I
had no idea how she would do so, but if anybody would know
how, I figured that she would.
"Do you mind if I sit?" she asked.
"As long as I get a better view," I answered.
Patrice rotated a reclining chair so it was pointed
toward me. She sat down and spread her legs. I could see
a black hairy line between her legs.
Then she did something that amazed me. She put her legs
over both of the arms of the easy chair. Her pussy opened
up, and the black hairy gash now had a bright pink center.
Patrice put her two hands between her legs, temporarily
obscuring my view. I was about to protest when she used her
index fingers and thumbs to pull her vaginal lips apart,
giving me an even better view.
I got up from the sofa, and moved toward the recliner
where Patrice was doing her obscene display. I could see a
little red fold of skin at the top, with a dark red hole
underneath. At the bottom, I could see the pucker of her
anus.
I put my index finger into her hole. "This is where a
guy sticks his dick to fuck a girl?" I asked.
Patrice answered by simply nodding. She seemed too
scared to answer me verbally.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, my finger still inside
her.
Again Patrice nodded.
"You want me to stop?"
Another nod.
"What's this?" I said, moving my finger up to the fold of
skin at the top of her slit.
When my finger made contact, Patrice's body jerked
involuntarily. I pulled my finger away, and she moved her
body back. When I touched the fold of skin again, her body
jerked again. I kept my finger there. It felt a bit like
Merry's nipple the previous night, except it was slipperier.
When Patrice didn't answer, I asked her again. "Tell me
what this is," I demanded.
"It's... my...." her body jerked again as I moved my
finger on that spot. "My clit... clittie."
"Clittie?" I asked, taking my finger away.
Patrice's breath was quickening. "Clittie... short for
clitoris," she finally said.
"That felt good?" I asked. From her reaction, I could
tell it had set off some kind of response in her.
Patrice nodded again, still afraid to speak.
"When I guy gives oral sex to a girl, does he lick her
hole, or does he lick your clittie?"
Patrice realized he had to answer. "B...Both," she said.
"But the clittie is what makes her... come..."
"Come? Like a boy shooting?" I asked.
Patrice was resigned once again to an education session.
"A girl gets wet down there when she gets excited. Betty
told me..." She paused once again.
"Tell me," I demanded.
"Betty says that it you play with your clittie enough,
the feeling is good, and gets better and better... until you
almost go crazy."
I looked at Patrice. She was still sitting with her legs
on the side of the recliner, holding open her pussy for my
inspection, explaining to me about female orgasms.
"You can sit normally now," I told Patrice. "Thanks for
the lesson."
Patrice was beet red with embarrassment.
I watched her, amused.
Finally, I said, "I'll let you decide your punishment.
Fifty spankings, a blow job, a fuck, or I turn you into a
whore."
Patrice's complexion turned white. This was her moment
of truth. She considered her options. "Spanking?" she
asked.
"Is that your choice?" I asked.
"No. I meant, what kind of spanking?" she asked me.
"Bare bottom. With my belt," I said, touching my waist.
"Fifty smacks. Hard."
"You said you didn't want to fuck me," Patrice said.
"True. But if you choose that, I'll make an exception."
"And a blow job?" she asked.
"Just like you gave Donny. And I shoot into your mouth.
I don't want to make a mess in here."
"A blow job in the living room?" Patrice asked, as if I
was out of my mind.
"You have just been sitting there, holding your cunt open
for me for five minutes. A blow job is that much worse?" I
asked.
I saw Patrice glance at my crotch. I don't know if she
was gauging the size of my belt, or the size of my cock. I
didn't really care.
"If I let you punish me, you won't do anything else to
me?" she asked.
"Patrice, you don't have to LET me do anything. I AM
going to punish you. You can choose your punishment. And,
after today, I will never make you do anything else against
your will ever again. You have my solemn promise."
Patrice looked at me with untrusting eyes. "How do I
know you'll keep your promise?"
"You don't. But consider this. I could make you WANT to
fuck me right now. And I'm not doing it. I'm letting you
decide. If you allow me to punish you, and you are sincerely
sorry for treating me like shit, and promise never to do so
again, and MEAN IT," I glared at her, letting her know that I
was serious. "Then I will make that promise, and mean it as
much as you do."
Patrice considered this. She was looking at my crotch
again. She was silent for three or four minutes when she
finally spoke.
"Jim. I am truly sorry for treating you like shit. I
promise never, ever to do that again. To you, or any of
Jack's friends. If you insist that I be punished..." She
looked at me, hoping for a reprieve. There was none. "Then,
I guess that oral sex would probably be what I want."
My rigid cock got even harder, if that were at all
possible.
"A blow job?" I blurted out, not believing my ears.
Patrice nodded.
I continued kneeling before Patrice's recliner, thinking
what she had just agreed to. It took me a while before I
could actually speak.
"Patrice, where do I go when you give me a blow job?" I
said when I got my voice back.
"Um, I think the sofa is best. Take off your pants and
sit down normally. I'll kneel between your legs."
"OK." I felt a bit odd taking my pants off in front of
Patrice. Then I realized that she was already naked.
I pulled my pants down, and had a bit of difficulty with
my jockeys. My cock was quite erect, and difficult to
extricate. I finally managed to get them down.
I sat down on the sofa, and Patrice slowly came over and
knelt between my knees. Very slowly, she moved her hands
toward my dick. When she made contact, it jumped, similar to
the way her body reacted when I touched her "clittie."
Patrice smiled at my reaction, and started giving me a
two-hand hand job. I never thought anything could compare to
myself jacking off, but having Patrice touching me set my
senses on overload.
She started to move her head toward my crotch when I felt
that familiar feeling flood through my balls. I didn't even
have time to vocalize when I started to shoot.
My semen shot up, hitting Patrice in the forehead. She
continued to pump me, not completely realizing what was
happening. I continued to spurt, jets of come shooting
almost as high as my head! I could actually see them arc in
the air in front of me.
After fifteen seconds, the sensation had passed.
Patrice's hands were covered with my slime. There was a
splotch on her forehead, and another on top of her head where
a jet had landed in her hair. There was semen all over my
crotch and thighs as well.
I was expecting Patrice to give a girlish "Yuck!" at my
reaction. She didn't. Instead, she looked at her hands,
which were coated with the slimy substance. She looked up at
me and gave me a very faint smile.
I guessed that my one opportunity for a blow job had
ended prematurely. I was quite a bit disappointed. I had
been fantasizing about my cock in her mouth ever since she
had described her giving Donny Erickson a blow job.
Amazingly, I was still hard. I had just sent a volume of
semen all over Patrice and myself, and I was still hard!
Once again, Patrice looked up at me, and back down at my
cock. She stuck out her tongue and moved her head downward.
She was still going to take me into her mouth!
She gave a tentative lick to the head of my cock, and
once again I twitched. I was still in the throes of orgasm,
though, and it didn't jump as much as it did when Patrice
first touched my cock with her hands.
Patrice put her tongue back into her mouth, and looked
thoughtful as she tasted. She raised her eyes back up to
meet mine, and she smiled at me.
Her tongue darted out again, and this time it licked all
over the head of my cock, picking up the semen that had
remained from my blast. She opened her mouth, and touched
her lips to my cock, and it felt wonderful.
She brought her hands up toward her lips, and her tongue
darted out to lick the slime from her fingertips. And then,
after what seemed to me to be hours, her lips suddenly closed
around the head of my dick.
The feeling was indescribable! I could feel her lips and
tongue all over the head, moving back and forth. It was
exquisite torture. I felt something at the base of my cock,
and realized that she was sucking... I could feel the suction
all the way to my balls!
Slowly, Patrice started moving her hands again, jacking
me. I could still feel the suction... it felt so good that
it almost hurt! I didn't complain, and she continued to blow
me.
Even though I had just come, I knew that I was going to
erupt again. My balls started making that familiar push and
once again I came. Patrice kept on sucking, and this time,
my semen was going straight into her mouth.
She continued to jack me and suck until I was completely
spent. My second blast didn't seem as strong to me as the
first time that I came, but the feeling was much better since
I was feeling her mouth and tongue on me this time.
As my balls emptied, I realized that I had my hands on
the top of her head, pressing down as I was pumping my crotch
upward. Before, Patrice only had my dick in her mouth just
enough to cover the head. But now, she had nearly half of my
cock in her mouth.
Was her mouth big enough for my entire cock? I had never
seen my cock so big or thick before. It seemed nearly as
thick as my fist!
But Patrice was bobbing her head in time with my hands,
and I could feel her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my
cock.
I let go of her head, and she continued bobbing up and
down my cock. Finally she let it pop out of her mouth.
I could only think, "Wow! That's fucking awesome!"
I didn't know what to say to Patrice. I had definitely
passed some sort of milestone that day, and she was the girl
that had done it to me!
Patrice looked at her fingers, and saw my first come
starting to dry on her fingers. She turned around and picked
up a box of Kleenex from underneath the cocktail table. She
licked at her hands, and used the tissues to get herself
clean. Then she worked on the mess between my legs, using
both her tongue and tissues.
Finally, we were both clean enough. She got up and
looked at me.
"Jim?" she said, a bit of fear in her voice.
"Yes?" I answered, amazed that I could speak.
"Do you forgive me now? Or are you still mad at me?"
How could I be mad at this girl that just sent me to
heaven and back? "I forgive you," I said.
"Could you... um..."
What did she want?
"Tell me what you want," I said, knowing my order would
force her to verbalize what she wanted to say.
"Could you kiss me?"
Kiss her? At first, I was a bit grossed out. After all,
I had just shot a load into her mouth, and she had used her
tongue to clean me off!
Then I realized that she had already taken a complete
load of my semen in her mouth, and she hadn't made a single
complaint!
When I didn't immediately answer, she added, "When...
um... I did Donny, he didn't kiss me... and it made me feel
so cheap... like a whore..."
Well, for giving me the best sensation in my young life,
the least I could do is kiss her in return.
"I'll kiss you. Stand up."
We both got to our feet. I moved my mouth close to hers
and I kissed her.
This was different from before when she kissed me. I was
the one making the move this time. Her head just stayed
there. However, when my lips met hers, she tilted her head
and opened her mouth. I opened mine in return, and our
tongues played with one another.
I had been worried about the taste of semen in her mouth.
It was a groundless worry. I sensed a bit of the chlorine
aftertaste I associated with the smell of semen, but it was
by no means overwhelming. In fact, the taste I noticed the
most was the warm saltiness of her mouth.
I moved my left hand down, and found her crotch. I
touched where I remembered her "clittie" was, and felt her
body react to the touch. I kept touching it, making little
circles with my finger.
Patrice's body started moving with my fingers. I could
hear her moan slightly... just like Merry did the previous
night when I touched her between her legs. I realized why
Merry had moaned now.
Emboldened, my fingers continued their attack. Patrice's
body kept moving with my fingers. Her moans got louder.
After about a minute, Patrice's body moved toward mine.
She started to grind my finger that was on her crotch between
her crotch and my left thigh. Her movements were getting
more and more pronounced...
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she screamed. I know that Jack
probably heard her downstairs. I secretly hoped that my
command for him to remain down there would hold, even though
it sounded like Patrice was getting killed up here!
Patrice pulled away from me, breaking our kiss, as well
as pulling her crotch away from my invading finger. She was
breathless, and appeared about the same way that I had felt
when I had erupted in her mouth just a few minutes ago.
I looked at her curiously.
Patrice finally caught her breath. "That was... wow...!"
"Was that a... an..." I asked.
"An orgasm, I think," Patrice said. "In fact, I'm pretty
sure I know. That was definitely an orgasm. Wow!"
I looked over at the clock. It was nearly noon.
"Patrice, get dressed," I said.
Patrice got dressed, not saying anything. I did the
same, pulling my pants and jockeys up.
Patrice watched with interest as I put my cock into my
pants. This amused me. Here was the Queen Bitch, who had
called me all sorts of names, looking at my cock with
admiration. Quite a big difference in the old girl, huh?
I knew that Patrice would forget about everything that
happened when I left. I didn't know if she would interpret
that order as when I left the house, or when I left her
presence. Since she didn't remember me making the wish, I
didn't think that I could ask her.
I certainly hoped that her (sincere?) apology that she
wouldn't treat me or any of Jack's friends like shit anymore
would hold, but I remembered that she had said that a wish
couldn't last longer than a day. A pity.
But I had more tickets, I thought to myself.
Patrice was now fully dressed. I told her to sit back on
the chair she was sitting in before, and to fall asleep until
I left the room. She was to think that she had fallen asleep
watching television.
She did so.
I watched her steady breathing as I walked back into the
kitchen, down the stairs into the basement where Jack was
waiting for me.
"Did you call your Mom?" I asked Jack.
"Yeah. We can go to the park until six," he answered.
"I've got to be home around the same time. Let's go to
Jack-in-the-Box first."
Jack didn't like the place, but there wasn't any other
fast food place in town. "Sure," he said with a bit of
resignation.
We walked upstairs. Jack told me he needed to tell his
sister that he was leaving. He suggested that I stay by the
door, but I went into the living room with him. Jack thought
I was asking for trouble, but let me tag along.
Patrice was sitting on a living room chair, where I had
seen her the last time I went into the living room. She was
yawning and stretching her arms and legs.
"Trice... Me and Jim are going to the park. I've already
told Mom. I'll be back at six."
Patrice looked at me as if she was going to say
something. She shook her head and then looked at me again.
"OK, Jack," Patrice said, softly. "I hope you and Jim have a
great time."
Jack looked at his sister as if she had two heads.
I was curious as to whether Patrice remembered our
recent interlude together, but I saw no hint of recognition
in her eyes.
"Come on, Jack. Let's get going!" I said.
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