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Teaching Patti Ch. 1

By: Dixon Carter Lee



I'd escaped high school ten years earlier, and was living in Manhattan, doing the acting thing; a few showcases here and there, a Broadway production of "Godspell", and living well off some commercial residuals. Then, suddenly, the show closed, the friggin' commercial went off the air, my agent started using word like "unmarketable" to describe me, and my roommate decided to move to back to Rhode Island to sell lobsters with his Dad, and I had to goddamn pay the whole rent for six months. I was broke, feeling like a fuck-up, and needed a job, so when my little sister told me that my old high school was looking for someone to stage their Fall musical production of "Godspell", and that they'd actually pay me $1000, I dumped my crummy apartment, jumped onto a Greyhound to Connecticut, and went back to my teen alma mater.

I walked through the puke-green cinderblock hallways of the school to the theatre's enormous backstage loading doors, pushed them open with a woosh of air, and took in that wonderfully familiar sawdust and glue smell that rose from the stacked sets and flats and twisted lumber in the wings.  I loved that smell, and the odor brought back a flood of memories.  I suddenly recalled that senior year I had written my name behind the lumber rack. I took a peek and there is was, my scribble: "Mark Venetti". Also there, stuck on a nail, way back in the corner, was a photo of me from that same year. I remembered that I had placed it there, wondering how long it would be before someone found it. I guess no one ever did. I felt like I was opening a time capsule. That photo was an artifact, proof of my youth and my tutelage in this high school. God I looked young and cocky. I put the photo in my pocket, but thought "What the hell?" and tacked it back up on the wall. "Let's see how long it lasts."

I walked out on stage where a hundred pimply kids were waiting to audition. They looked so small. Tiny, even. I wondered if I should have worn a tie or  something, 'cause suddenly I felt way old. 

I made my way to the back of the  house where it was nice and dark, took a chair behind a production table, and began the audition.

As I listened to each kid sing my mind kept drifting to my own time in high school. I'd spent four years pretty much running around with a perpetual hard-on, and I couldn't help think about all the girls I knew back then, and what a dopey, sexy bunch they were, all giggles and boobs. I was thinking of a  particular junior girl who was my "first", when a young girl came out for her  audition. I immediately perked up because she was seriously cute, a tiny thing in jeans and T-shirt and with an angel face. "What's your name?" I asked from  the back.

"Patti Cielo." she said, not too loudly.

I checked her card, expecting her to be a freshman, probably fifteen years old. I was surprised to read that she was a senior.  She seemed too tiny. But then, they all did.

"What are you going to sing?" I asked.

"Um, 'Day by Day'." she said. "Is that okay?"

Geez! Girls had been singing that all day, and badly. "Fine." I said.

Mr. McCoy, the music  teacher, started playing, and Patti launched into a sweet rendition of the song, a little warbly, but she was so genuine and warm that she made innocent  sentiment of the lyrics work. I liked her. "Very good." I said, when she finished.

"Thanks!" she said brightly, flashing me a relieved smile before skipping away.  

She was the last to sing, so we moved on to the dance auditions. For these a few girls had put on tights, including Patti, who had changed into a black leotard with white stockings, and ballet slippers. She looked light as a feather, dancing and twirling very nicely. Her body had a nice line. I guessed she'd had some dance training; probably been taking ballet since she was four years old.

Now, every guy dreams, and I wished to dream about fetching little Patti. I  mean, what else could I do but dream? She was way too young to contemplate anything other than a good late-night jerk-off fantasy. Problem was I knew that I'd never be able to lay back in my bed later that night and conjure up her pretty, young body in my mind, without having first had some actual emotional  contact with her. That's just the way I am. I must talk to the girl, flirt with the  girl, see that look of interest in the girl's eyes, before I can fantasize about her later. Something about "the plausibility of the scenario" and all that. But this girl  was a high school student, and I knew there was no way I could come up with  a plausible storyline that ends up with us in bed. But I wanted very much to have that jerk-off session, so I had to try something a little dangerous. I would  have to touch her. And not just a brush or two. I would have to touch her for an extended time, feel her skin, maybe even smell her, so I could bring up the  sensations later and become aroused. What I came up with was somewhat  innocent, a little dirty, and definitely perverted. And I had to be real careful.

I jumped on the stage, pointed right at Patti and screamed "You! Come here!"  The poor girl nearly  jumped out of her skin, and the other kids hooted like she was in trouble. Patti froze, like I knew she would, so I made like it was a big deal for me to have to walk across the stage and get her. This was important, because it meant I could take her hand without it looking funny. But I wasn't going to just take her hand, I needed more than  that. So I reached out and took her upper arm. Her leotard came to just above  her elbow, and I could feel it's stretchy nylon texture. As I pulled her across the  stage I slid my hand down her tony limb, which was wet with perspiration, over  her elbow, and down to her hand.  I placed her center stage and stood right in front of her. She was about  five inches shorter than me, and she had a shapely bosom. Her teeth were  white and sharp. I hated to let go of her, but I did, and stepped back saying, "Everyone watch this girl. She knows what she's doing."

"Who, me?" she asked, terrified, biting her lip and hunching her shoulders in  terror.

"Relax." I said, placing my hands on her damp shoulders and pushing them down. "Close your eyes and take a breath." I continued, closing her eyes, my fingers  brushing across her smooth cheek. She inhaled deeply, her bosom rising and  falling nicely, then opened her eyes and smiled. "Better? Okay. Now dance." I  said. 

Mr. McCoy, the music teacher, began to play, and Patti slid into the  routine, dancing well, her leotard stretching taught against her curvy frame. I was feeling very perverted, letting my eyes dance all over her. My fingers were  still a bit damp from where they had touched her. I held them up to my nostrils  and breathed in a bit of her sweat. It smelled like beautiful, young skin. My cock  rose a little at the odor.

When she finished dancing I said, "Everyone do it like that. Here we go...!" and went back to my desk in the back. As the music began I  unbuttoned my jeans. No one could see me in the back, it was too dark, and I  was behind a table, and I very much needed to readjust Mr. Happy, who had grown considerably since I made contact with Patti. I swear that's all I was  planning to do, but the moment I touched the old P-man, he jumped up and grew another inch. Oh yes, I was aroused, and I knew I had to do a little stroking. So I looked around. No one was near. It was dark. I was feeling seriously anxious. So I did it. I pulled my cock out. Jesus, I was so scared someone would come running back to ask me a question and catch me! But no one did. So I kept on stroking. Hidden behind the table I was able to stroke myself off  while watching Patti dance.

She had a shapely, heart shaped bottom, the leotard tucked inside her crack, her soft little mound pushing out in front. I closed my eyes, smelled her sweat again, and I found I could fantasize about her. I imagined the two of us rehearsing, with me touching her arms and legs, telling her to stretch this and  point that, and how turned on she'd feel after an hour of being touched, and her shoulder straps would accidentally slip off, and how she'd look  me right in the eyes as I slipped off the other one, and how I'd pull her leotard  down, and lick her moist breasts. I squeezed my cock hard and let out a little  sigh, which no one could hear thanks to Mr. McCoy's loud piano. I placed a  T-shirt from my rehearsal bag over my stomach and jerked off harder. I saw  myself peeling her tights off, turning her around and entering her tiny pussy from behind, fucking her right there on the stage, spreading those little sweaty little legs, pushing my cock into her and listening to her moan with her first orgasm, and her gabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into her cunt. I put my  finger up to my nose, smelled her sweat again, and came all over the T-shirt.  God!

Needless to say I cast her. She was a good dancer, and a pretty good singer, and she deserved to be cast. I'm a good guy, not a creep, I was a little  embarrassed by what I'd done, and I had no thought of trying to get into her pants. But I knew if she were around I could work up some good jerk-off  fantasies. So I cast her. I wanted another chance to touch her, to smell her, to watch her in her rehearsal clothes, to be around her vibrant, youthful energy.

And so it began.

To Be Continued...

Teaching Patti Ch. 2



We had been rehearsing "Godspell" at Carter High School now for one week, every day after school for three hours. Patti was doing fine, and she was very sweet to me and learned quickly. I cast her in the "Day By Day" role, and her scenes with Jesus were touching. She had such an unaware quality; unaware of her budding beauty, and desirability. I couldn't believe that the boys in the cast didn't ogle her more, but I put that down to high school cliquedom. She was kind of shy, and didn't really banter with the other cast members.

And she certainly gave me plenty to fantasize about. One night on a break I  went to the old cafeteria, which was plastered with colored streamers and pep rally posters that read "Go Rams!". The place still smelled like spaghetti sauce and  peas. Patti was talking to her mom on the telephone. She was sitting on the floor, wearing a pair of baggy gym shorts that billowed at her soft thighs, offering tempting views up her shapely legs. Her knees were open, and between her legs I could see the stretch of her pussy mound under her shorts. As she chatted she casually opened her knees a bit more, and I got a  good view down her shorts, and caught a glimpse of white panty, and that beautiful hollow girls have on either side of their pussies. I imagined slipping a  finger across that hollow, sliding it under her panties and into her cunt, finger-fucking her while she talked to her mother. "This is a good one." I  thought. "This will be a good fantasy for later."

"Do you need me?" she asked, looking up.

I was getting myself a coke from a machine and had stopped to stare at her. She obviously thought I wanted her to get off the phone and get back to  rehearsal. Geez! Now I was fantasizing right in front of her! "Yes, break's over." I said, and then, in a more flirtatious manner, "Is that Mommy? Say hello for  me."

"Mark says hi." she giggled into the phone. "Yeah, he's the one I told you about. Okay, I'll see you later. Tell Dad I need some help with Trig tonight. Bye."  She hung up.

"Talking about me, eh?" I said, sipping my soda.

Patti stayed on the floor, and looked up at me brightly. "She thinks she saw you in some shows here. My brother was in your class."

"Really? Who?"

She was chewing gum and blew out a big bubble while she talked. "Tommy Cielo."

"Oh yeah! I remember him. What's he doing?"

She popped the bubble. "Air conditioner repair. He lives with his wife in New  Haven. Did you really do a car commercial?"

"Yep."

"That is so cool. Was it fun?"

"Boring, actually. It took four days to shoot."

She was still casually bouncing her knees opened and closed, offering me  flashes of white, creamy thigh while we chatted. Her halter top left her arms and tummy bare, and I could see a good amount of cleavage. My cock was  rising, and I couldn't stand in front of her for very long or she'd notice. "All right, back to rehearsal." I said, reaching out a hand. She took it with a groan and I  pulled her up. "Don't groan or you get a spanking. Let's go." Her hand felt warm and soft in mine, just the perfect size.

"Slave driver!" she moaned, like a little girl forced to clean her room.

"Move it! Move it!" I said, miming a whip and making cracking sounds. I gave her a little slap on the butt. She giggled and ran out of the cafeteria.

 I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then reached into my pants and  re-adjusted my cock, which had become engorged. I wanted to run to the  bathroom and jerk off right there, but I could hear Mr. McCoy start playing the piano in the theatre, and I knew everyone was gathering for rehearsal, so I  buried my lust and went back to work.

Some of kids had taken to sitting with me in the back to watch scenes they weren't in. We'd joke and goof around a little, and this time I was kind of using their heads as bongo drums as I tapped out the melody of "When Wilt Thou Save the People". It was a typical, childish, high schoolish thing to do, and they all laughed. Patti was sitting in the seat in front of me. I could see her pink bra  straps underneath the straps of her white halter. The back of her neck was  smooth, and I could smell an apple scent from her hair. "Okay." I said, "let's run  through the Prodigal Son parable. No stopping. Let's see how much you   remember."

Patti turned around. "You want the music?" she asked. She was supposed to play the concertina during the parable, but she was having trouble learning it.

"God no! You suck." I said loudly. All the kids laughed.

"Hey!" she said, slapping my knee playfully.

"Work on it at home." I said. "Let's do it without the music for now."

So everyone but Patti jumped up on the stage and started running through the  scene. Since I had already established a kind of playful touching with everyone else, I chanced a little pat or two on her head. She didn't flinch, so I moved the drumming down to her shoulders, where I could touch a little naked skin. She lurched her shoulders up a bit at my touch, pushing against my fingers like she wanted a massage. I knew she didn't need one, she never really got tight, or needed much warming up, but I started to lightly massage her shoulders  anyway, still very innocently, like a big brother. This was the most I had gotten  to touch her, and her skin felt good, very taught and muscled.

She continued to lurch her shoulders up, and finally leaned back a bit, dropping  her head on the back of the seat with her head looking up, eyes closed. This made it harder to massage her the back of her shoulders so I moved to the front a bit, squeezing her upper arms. She seemed to be enjoying it. In this position, with her head draped back, I got a nice view of her bosom, pushing out from underneath the flimsy halter top. I could see her deep cleavage, and watched the curve of her boobs grow and shrink as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Oh my god, what a sight! Teenage breasts! Round and full. Healthy and pink. Right in front of me. And I was touching her, squeezing her arms and shoulders, just  inches from that beautiful chest.

Again my fantasies took over. I imagined myself going further, reaching down her throat to her chest, sneaking my hands under her halter and gliding over her soft breasts, the nipples rubbing against my palms and getting  hard. I imagined standing up so I could run my hands down her little body, to  her exposed stomach, which I would tickle and tease. I did rise a little, and  peeked down, and I could see a hint of white panty peeking out from the top of  her baggy gym shorts. I imagined slipping my hands under her shorts, feeling her  taught thighs, and running my fingers down to her pussy, and then sneaking a  finger underneath the band of her panty and slipping it into her cunt. I imagined how soft and wet and warm her pussy would feel, and smell, and how squishy it would sound, and how I would fuck her with my finger. I imagined that I had no  pants on, and that as I reached over her my cock would slide into her young  mouth.

"Should we do it again?" said someone from the stage.

I looked up, the fantasy shattered. I realized that while I was imagining all this my hands had unconsciously moved just a little too far down her front, just  about three inches from her boobs, and I had a finger inside each of her armpits. I was no longer massaging. I was kneading. But Patti hadn't moved. She still had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily now, almost moaning.

I hadn't really gone too far with Patti, but I still needed to give her a  nonchalant pat on the head; a friendly touch to subconsciously reassure her  that all the touching had been innocent.

Man, did I need to jerk off. I called a ten minute break before the vocal  rehearsal.

I was standing now, and my cock was nearly brushing against the back of Patti's head. She opened her eyes and looked right up at me. "Thanks." she  said, with a big smile, and ran off to take her break.

I headed straight for the dressing room backstage, which was really a utility  closet the drama department had converted years ago. Rusty water pipes hung from above, and the cinderblock walls were chipped and gray, but with the tables and chairs and mirrors it looked enough like a dressing room now, especially with all the yellowing posters from old shows hanging everywhere. I needed privacy, and this was the perfect place. No one  would be coming in. A black curtain separated the girl's side from the boy's, but the kids usually did all their changing in the bathrooms down the hall, since it was too easy to peek around. And since we'd just started rehearsals we hadn't  gotten to make-up yet, so no one would need the mirrors. And the place was dark. Since the dressing rooms weren't really being used the light bulbs hadn't been replaced, and only one on the girl's side worked. It was empty, dark and cozy. Perfect.

I made my way over to the boy's side where there was no light, closed the  curtain, and lay down on a tiny futon. I opened my fly and pulled out my cock, which was gorged and badly needed relief. I had a small towel with me (I had  learned now to always bring one to rehearsal), and laid it across my stomach. I began to stroke, thinking of Patti. I could smell her on my fingers, where they  had slipped into her armpits. It was the odor of young skin, mixed with a little  perspiration and some sort of baby powder scent. It was the baby powder  scent which drove me mad. I squeezed my cock harder and was almost ready  to come when I heard the door open. I was behind the curtain, in the dark, but I only had a few seconds should someone decide to come all the way in. I grabbed the pillow, covered myself, and closed my eyes, feigning sleep.

I heard someone enter, toss a bag on one of the tables on the girl's side, and lock the door. That door hadn't had a lock when I was in high school; if  I'd known about it I would have locked it myself. I opened my eyes and realized that by looking in the make-up mirror I could see around the curtain to the girl's side. And there was little Patti, pulling a pair of  jeans and a blouse from her dance bag. She was going to change clothes. In front  of me. I was going see her naked. With my dick out!

I realized what must have happened. All the other kids were probably changing out of their dance clothes, in the bathrooms downt he hall, but Patti, still somewhat shy, had elected to change  here, in private.

I sank back onto the futon as quietly as I could. She could still decide to throw  the curtain open, and I'd have to pretend to be asleep. And I wouldn't have  time to put my dick away, so I kept the cushion over my lap and tried not to  make a sound.

I had a good view of her in the dusty mirror, though she wouldn't be able to see me in the darkness. I watched as she tugged at her halter top, and pulled it over her head. She  was facing away, so all I saw was her smooth, white back, and the straps of  her pink bra. She had a lovely figure, soft and round up top, a nice tapering at the waist, and an elegant lower back that disappeared into her shorts.

She reached around and unhooked her bra, and off it came, leaving little red  marks on her skin. I squeezed my cock in sweet agony. "Turn around, turn around..." I begged silently. Finally she did. Her breasts were perfect, round and creamy, like two scoops of French Vanilla ice cream. Not huge, just perfectly formed, and tight together. She didn't even need the bra. I noticed that her nipples were  very hard, and it pleased me to know that she probably got a little excited by  the massage.

She turned to admire herself in the mirror. She rubbed her shoulders where I had massaged her, raising her arms to reach. Her pits were smooth and  hairless. As her back arched her tummy pulled away from her shorts, making an  inviting gap, just large enough for a hand to slide in. Another fantasy took over, and I imagined my hand slipping down that opening, a finger sliding easily into  her panties, past her soft hairs, and into her dripping pussy. I had often  fantasized about the girls on the other side of that curtain when I did shows  here, and here was a fantasy coming true. I felt sixteen - a very horny and  happy sixteen. I had to squeeze my cock again, but I didn't dare stroke it, or  make any kind of noise. It was torture! I would never get a chance like this  again. The high school jerk-off fantasy of all time coming true right in front of  me, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it!

But the torture was just beginning. Patti was more turned on by that massage than I thought. With her eyes closed she ran her hands down to her chest, and  cupped each breast in her hands. She gave out a little gasp when she felt her nipples, and she arched her back even more. Christ! I realized that she was  fantasizing. About me! "Hold on!" I thought, "Maybe not me. Maybe about some  teenage boy she has a crush on." But I sensed strongly that it was my massage  which had put her in this lusty mood. I could tell that Patti wasn't used to  touching herself, because her eyes were squinting in a disapproving way, like she was mad at herself for squeezing her breasts and feeling sexual. But she  didn't stop. As her breath quickened she pushed her breasts together harder, her fingers fumbling over her nipples, not quite sure how to excite them. She clinched them between her fingers, and pinched. Her head was thrown  back, and she was still standing, almost tipping over. "Uh-uh-uh-uh…" she  was moaning deeply.



I couldn't stand it! I squeezed my cock harder and pumped very slowly, almost  letting a gasp out myself.

Patti dropped her right hand down, teasing it around the waistband of her shorts. She slipped her hand inside, and fumbled around a bit, finally letting out a cry. "Oh...Oh...OH!" She must have put a finger inside herself! She opened her eyes, saw what she was doing in the mirror, and got very red. She pulled her hand out of her panties and went to change clothes, but it was too late to turn back now. She was seriously turned on, and had to do something about it. So  she closed her eyes and tickled her way back down her body, lightly drawing  her fingers across her boobs and tummy, and slipping them back into her shorts.

Lord, oh Lord, I needed to jack off! But I was afraid of making too much  noise. And then, a miracle occurred! Mr. McCoy began playing the piano - loudly. The vocal rehearsal was about to start, and Mr. McCoy was warming up by playing a little bit of "We Beseech Thee", a fast, loud piece. The music  seemed to spur Patti on even more. She quickly stepped out of her shorts, revealing her white, cotton panties which were drenched now with juice. She  tossed the shorts away, stuck a finger in her mouth, pushed away the crotch of the panties, flashed a cleft of teenage pussy, and slipped her finger inside.

I couldn't stand it any more. With the piano racket I could now jerk off with relative safety. I squeezed my cock and started to pump. Patti and I jerked  off together.

She moved her other hand down now, and rubbed her clit through the panties. She continued to thrust her finger in and out of her cunt, and rubbing her clit. "Nu-Nu--Nu-Nuuuuuu…" she moaned, furiously pushing against her hands. Her  whole body started to vibrate, her legs quivering like jelly. She nearly screamed as she came.

She was amazing. She clearly had no great experience at masturbation, but still  managed to bring herself to a knee-bending, earth-shattering orgasm. Spent, she fell over the table, her white panties wet from what might have been her  first orgasm. She still hand one hand inside her underwear. I could see a trickle  of cum dribble down her thigh.

At that I felt my balls stiffen. I gave my cock one last tug, and shot a huge  load of white, creamy cum all over the T-shirt. "Holy shit God Almighty!" I  whispered to myself.

Then Mr. McCoy called out "Break's over! Everyone on stage."

Patti quickly moved to dress herself. She started to slip off her panties, and I  caught a glimpse of her tight little ass, but she moved over to where she had  thrown her bag, and I couldn't see her pussy. She quickly changed underwear, and clothes, and hurried back to rehearsal.

I cleaned myself up, tossed the towel in my own bag and buttoned up my  jeans, not so easy considering my cock was still very red, and very hard. I  waited a few minutes, and slowly opened the door. No-one was backstage. Thank God. I slipped out of the room, and out a side door to the hallway. I  made my way down to the lobby, and entered the theatre from the front, as if I  had just come from the boys bathroom. I jumped up on the stage, and stood  right behind Patti who was singing along with everyone else. She was singing  full out. I guess all that moaning and panting really got her lungs going. She  was dressed now in jeans and a blue and white blouse which billowed out, hiding the curve of her waist and her rounding hips. From the back she looked about  twelve years old. I leaned in a little closer, and could smell her hair again, that  wonderful apple scent.

But there was something else I wanted to smell. I knew she hadn't had time to wash her hands, and they must still be covered with cum. It was perverted, I  knew, but I was becoming infatuated with her. I still had no plans to seduce her, she was only a teenager for God's sake. The peeping was a little wrong, I  knew, but I hadn't planned it. And now I wanted to know what her fresh little  cunt smelled like. I had to know.

"Okay, everybody stop." I said. Patti nearly leaped out her skin. She wasn't aware  that I was standing directly behind her. I guessed again that she had been fantasizing about me while masturbating, and was now a little embarrassed at  my being so close. "You're not all singing together," I said, "so let's arrange you bass, tenor, soprano and alto. All the altos come with me."

I took Patti's right hand, the one that had done most of the finger-fucking, and  pulled her across the stage into position. She must have known that her fingers stunk, because she suddenly got very uncomfortable and stood with a frozen  look on her face, like she had just been exposed in front of the whole group. Everyone else got into place, arranging themselves in a choral line, and they continued the rehearsal.

As they sang, I paced about the stage listening. "Better, better." I said., finally  stopping right behind Patti. She must have sensed me there, because her shoulders suddenly got all tight. "Relax." I said, putting a hand on her shoulder  and pushing it down. I could feel her bra strap underneath the blouse. "Straighten your back." I said, slipping my hand down to her lower back. I held  my hand on her sexy little waist, brought my other hand up to my nose, and  smelled her wonderful, intimate odor on my fingers. My cock instantly rose   again.

The song ended.

"Was that okay?" asked Patti, turning around.

"Much better." I said, inhaling. "Much better."

To Be Continued...



Teaching Patti Ch. 3



So, how's Patti doing?" asked my little sister, as she shoveled a spoonful of  cereal past her braces.

"Who?" I asked, startled.

"Patti! Patti Cielo. She's in your show. She's a friend of mine." she explained, dribbling a little milk.

Holy shit! Patti and my little sister were friends! Well, that was going to put a  damper on my fantasy life. I'd been jerking off to Patti's smell, Patti's feel, and  the incredible memory of Patti masturbating, for two weeks now. I'd kept the  fantasies afloat, despite her being only a teen, and I was loving every  cum-soaked, libidinous minute of it, but with my sister in the picture, my little  baby sister Kelly who eats Frosted Flakes like a messy toddler and still reads the back of the cereal box, the whole lustful, sexy fantasy thing collapsed, and Patti again became just another shy, little kid to me. Damn. I suddenly felt very perverted, and very old. Oh well, I had a good run. And thank God I never tried  anything with her. 

"She's coming over tonight." continued Kelly, tipping her bowl to slurp the last  of the milk. "We've got some work to do on an article we're doing for Viewpoint." Viewpoint was the school paper.

"I didn't know you wrote, Kelly."

"Oh, yeah." she said, burping. " I'm okay, but Patti's really good. Though she  sucks at interviews."

"Why?"

Kelly shrugged. "Too shy. She's probably gonna' stay over."

Stay over? Ah-hah! My fantasy wasn't about to die, yet. Little Patti was  sleeping over tonight. Kelly's room was right next to mine. Patti and I would be sharing a bathroom. The thought of being in such close, intimate quarters with the object of my sweaty little fantasies made the whole sister/friend thing disappear, and I could feel a stirring in  my shorts. 

Now, having Patti sleep overnight presented an opportunity I never thought I'd have. You see, I very much wanted to see Patti naked. Yeah, yeah, I'd seen her boobs and her panties, and watched her masturbate herself to orgasm, and had a quick shot of her wispy pubic hair, and even smelled her  sweet, tangy juice, but I hadn't actually seen her pussy. And I wanted to. Badly.  Imagine the fantasies that glorious sight would  inspire.  I could feel cock getting all smooth and twitchy just thinking about it. I had to figure out some way to see Patti in the buff; I would never have a chance like this again.

But no matter what I came up with I couldn't figure out how to arrange the  situation. There was no place to hide in the bathroom, or in Kelly's room. My parents didn't have a video camera I could hide anywhere. There was no roof or  tree branch outside any appropriate window where I could sit in the dark and  peek. No holes in the bedroom wall. Nothing. My perverted little brain couldn't  come up with anything. So I suffered through dinner, staring at Patti's beautiful  little face, wishing I could see more. 

Patti was sweet, and shy, and I could tell that she was uncomfortable around me.  She laughed at all my jokes and smiled whenever I entered the room, but would never initiate a conversation, or look directly at me. Kelly said that she  really like me and thought I was a great director, but I think she was feeling more, and was just too inexperienced and too shy to say so. I think she had a  crush on me.

The girls retreated upstairs much too soon in the evening. I could hear  them giggling and typing in Kelly's room, and then I saw the light go out under the door, as they went straight to bed.  Somehow I missed the "bumping into her in the hallway in her pajamas on her  way to brush her teeth" moment. I didn't even get to see what she'd be  sleeping in. Damn. 

I went to my own bed, frustrated, and without any new mental pictures to  conjure up so I could relive myself. I tried masturbating to the dressing room memory, but my bed was  creaking so much, and I was afraid Patti would hear it in the next room. So I jumped out of bed, too horny to sleep, went downstairs, and watched a little late night TV. Not being a pajama guy, I threw my jeans and T-shirt back on, not worrying about underwear.

I sat there for two hours, flipping through the channels, watching the girls on the late night phone sex commercials, trying to get hot so I could jerk off. But those girls were all too whorish, too over the top sexy, too plastic Barbi-dollish, too heavily make-upped for me. Fresh little Patti put them all to shame. I never opened my pants.

I was about to give up and go to bed when I heard someone come softly walking down the hallway. It was Patti, creeping softly into the TV room. 

"Hi." she said from the doorway.

"Hi." I said, lowering the TV volume. "Did I wake you up?"

"Nah." she said. "Can't hear anything up there. I was just looking for some milk."

"Can't sleep?"

She sighed. "This stupid article. We didn't finish it and we're going to have to ask Miss Reno for an extension. I'm never late with anything."

"You've been busy with the show."

"I know. But still, I hate being late." she pouted.

It was chilly, and her nipples poked out nicely from her thin T-shirt. She wore no bra. Her sweat pants clung tightly to her hips, and the contour of her panties were visible, pushed out by her mons.  Her hair was tied back, making her  face seem even smaller and younger. She looked good enough to eat.

"You want me to get you some milk?"

"Thanks, okay."

I brought her back a glass and she gulped it down, never moving from the  hallway.

"So what's the article on?" I asked. And so we chatted, me from the couch, she from the hallway, still to shy to come all the way into the room. After a while I noticed that she was shivering. "You're cold." I  said. "Go to bed, or come here and sit down."

"Whatcha' watching?" she said, joining me on the couch. She pulled her feet up and rubbed her legs, trying to stay warm.

"Nothing. Just flipping. C'mere."

I started rubbing her shoulders and calves, trying to warm her up. It wasn't a massage like before, just a brisk, brotherly rub down to push the goose-bumps  away. Her T-shirt and sweats were very thin, and I got a real good feel for her body. It was tight and firm, and responded so well to my touch. She really let me guide her, her limbs pushing and relaxing at my bidding. 

"Warm?" I said, taking my hands off her finally.

"Yes", she murmured. Hell, she almost purred.

I leaned back on the sofa, and so did she. My arm was above her on the edge of the couch, and when she leaned back it felt natural to slip it down around her shoulder.  At the touch of my hand on her shoulder she naturally curled up into the crook of my arm.  And that's how we sat for a long time, watching the tube, in silence, my arm around her, both of us pretending that we weren't really touching. 

I swear I heard voices, alarm bells. Something inside me said "Mistake! Mistake!" I had  my arm around her. She was a student. "Bong! Bong! Bong!" went the bells. "Pound! Pound! Pound!" went my heart. "What the hell are you doing?" said the  voice. "Run! Flee! Abandon couch!"

But she felt so warm and tiny and smelled so good, like fresh apples and lemon   lotion, too intoxicating to resist, and I fell into her, drunk with lust. I leaned  back more, slowly moving closer to her little body, lowering my hand on her shoulder, holding her more tightly, pressing up against her a bit more urgently. And she matched me, curling her legs a bit more towards mine, placing a hand  on my knee, lowering her head, her hair brushing against my nostrils, the heat of her cheek on my chest.

She moved first. She looked up at me. Her breathing was rapid. She just stared  at me, her lips inches from mine . She had kept her feelings inside, but they couldn't stay buried any more. Her face was pinched, and anxious. Her black  eyes were wide, and full of portent and meaning, and seemed to say, "Please, I  want this.".

I knew she wanted me to kiss her. And I knew it would be an amazing kiss. But she was so young! And I was her director! In a high school show! And she knew my sister! And we were on my parent's couch! There weren't enough ways of getting into trouble here. So I didn't kiss her. I just smiled. 

She stared a few seconds longer, a quizzical look on her face, and turned back to the TV, embarrassed. I felt terrible for leaving her hanging like that. She had exposed herself, she had let me see her longing, and I threw it back at her. I didn't say anything, or do anything. I felt terrible. I gave her shoulder a friendly rub, and pulled her even closer to me, letting her know that everything was okay.  Her hand fell onto my thigh. Lord! She wasn't making this easy. Her body felt so good, so fresh and willing. I could smell the skin of he neck. If she looked at me like   hat again--!

And then she did. 

She turned to me, a tear in her eye. Her head was tilted, her lips were moist and parted, ready to be kissed. I stared at her. I wanted her. I couldn't stop myself. I placed my hand on the back of her head, pulled her into me, and kissed her, crushing her lips against mine. Her arms embraced me around the  back, and she squeezed herself against me. I could feel her soft breasts press against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through the flimsy T-shirt. We  breathed together, sharing our mouths hungrily, tongues exploring. God! I'd  forgotten what it was like to kiss a teenage girl. We wrestled together for nearly 30 minutes on that couch, but all we did was kiss. Half an hour! Jesus, it had been years since I'd done nothing but kiss for  thirty minutes! Hands exploring, bodies pressing, breathing  rapid. 

Finally I decided to chance something more. I kissed down her soft, white neck, and with each kiss she let out a small whimper. She was so responsive to every touch, every kiss, ever pressure. I bit her neck, and she nearly exploded with pleasure, her back arching up against me. I moved my hands to her throat, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. I moved my hands down slowly, testing, seeing how far she'd let me go. I got to the top of her breasts, and she kissed me harder. I felt her boobs through her shirt. Christ! So firm and hard and full, and the nipples were like rocks.

The alarm bells were constant now. This was insane! I kept thinking she'd stop me, and she almost did when I touched her breasts, cupping them in my hand -- she  faltered, shook a bit, then kissed me even harder, pressing her chest into my hand.

And now I didn't care. I didn't care that she was 18. I didn't care that I was her director. I didn't care about anything. I  wanted her. 

I put a hand against her tummy, and tickled her exposed navel with one finger,  testing her to see if I could get up her shirt. She pulled her shirt down, but when I tried again there was no resistance, so I put my whole hand flat on her naked belly, rubbing her skin, slowly inching my way up under the T. Her  breathing quickened, and she tensed up a bit, and I knew she was asking herself if she should let me go this far. 

I started licking her neck, and biting her more, trying to get her all hot and  bothered. It worked. In fact she nearly fainted, and I moved my hand further up her chest. No resistance this time. I was almost at her tits, and she knew it. She grabbed me tightly, took her lips from mine and held her breath, waiting for the caress. I took one boob in hand, squeezing and weighing it, and pinched the nipple. 

Her body began to quiver, and knew she was close to cumming. So, without warning, I attacked. I threw her whole shirt up, exposing her beautiful tits, dove in and started sucking on them furiously. She was shocked, and made an effort to push me away, but I was moving too fast. I knew she was close and  wouldn't stop me. As I bit her nipple she stopped pushing and started pulling me down harder. "Oh...Oh...Oh...my God..." she gasped, starting to shake. I timed it perfectly. Just as she was ready to cum I shoved my thigh between her legs and pressed it against her pussy.

The girl exploded. Her whole body shook, and tears came to her eyes. Wave after wave sweep over her body. She twitched and turned something fierce, but I held her, pinned down, and wouldn't let go, pressing against her pussy until she came again and again. 

It took her a good ten minutes to calm down. She was in tears. My cock was  ready to burst through my pants, but I made no effort to rush her. She hadn't yet touched me there. She clearly had no experience at all, and I didn't want to scare her. I decided that I wouldn't be the one to open my jeans.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes." she whimpered. She couldn't speak without quivering. "That felt so really   good."

We lay like that for a while, then started kissing again. I did a little more exploring, but when I tried to slip a hand over her pussy, or inside her pants she would stop me, and we'd go back to kissing. After the third time I said "I know what you're scared of. We won't do anything you're not ready for. I just want to make you feel good. If you want, I'll promise to keep my pants on."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure."

"But won't that be - frustrating for you?"

I smiled, because she was actually embarrassed to let me know that she knew about men being "frustrated". My cock was rock hard, and she could feel it pressing against her leg. "No!" I said, obviously frustrated. "It'll be great! Just great!"

She laughed, and relaxed, feeling she could trust me. I kissed her on the lips, and she instantly fell back into passion, closing her eyes and moaning. I ran my hand down her stomach to the top of her sweat pants, teasing her belly with my finger. I slipped one finger under the top of her pants and felt the band of her panties. I could feel her tremble a bit, her stomach pulling in a bit at my touch, so I lingered there, kissing her, until she relaxed, letting the newness of the experience be enough for the moment.

With my finger I lifted the band of her panties and massaged the area under the top of her underwear. Her skin was hot and smooth, and this time she pressed herself up against my hand. I felt the bony area of her pelvis, and slipped down further, dipping towards the hollow of her pussy, and coming up against a few soft, wispy hairs. I could smell her oils now, a fresh, tangy, teenage odor. 

I pushed my hand in all the way into her pants, but went I past her pussy, and right to her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and her head was twitching back and forth, and she was moaning. A man had his hand in her pants! I massaged her slippery thighs, watching her stiffen, waiting for me touch her "there". I tickled around her hairs, then watched her little angel face as I lightly touched her pussy. "OHHHHH!" she moaned, instantly arching her back. Her eyes opened, and rolled back in their sockets. Her chin was trembled, and there were tears in her eyes. I think she was a little scared, but too turned on to make me stop.

Her pubic hair was soft and fine and drenched with cum. I wiggled through the dewy field and slid a finger into her pussy, just a bit, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She grabbed my arm, pulling it down, bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her. She felt incredible. So responsive, so wet! I couldn't believe this teenager was humping my finger. 

Her thighs tightened around my hand, and her body started to vibrate. She was ready to cum again. But since I was going to keep my pants on, I wanted her to have the fantasy of really making love. So, keeping my finger in her pussy, I pushed my hips between her legs, as if I were mounting her. From her position, it would look and feel like I was. I leaned down to her and whispered.

"Do you trust me?"

She looked up at me. "Yes." she whimpered.

"I'm going to fuck you."

And then I started to pump, as if I were fucking her. With each thrust I shoved my finger in and out of her wet tunnel. Her thighs were wrapped around me. From where she lay it must have seemed very much like she was getting royally fucked. Her pussy tightened even more around my finger. She looked up at me, her lover, fucking her pussy. She was in heaven. I knew she was feeling very dirty and very sexy and very adult, but it wasn't really intercourse, so she didn't have any reason to be inhibited, and this freed her. She fucked me back, swaying her hips in rhythm with my thrusting. "Nuh...Nuh...Nuh...Nuh...Nuh!" she groaned. We fucked her like that for a solid ten or fifteen minutes, and I think she orgasmed all the way through it. Finally, she convulsed and plopped back onto the sofa, spent. I pulled my finger out of her with a squishy "Pop", and she quivered at my retreat.

I wanted to look her. All of her. So I pulled off her T-shirt over her head, and rolled down her panties, lifting her legs to slip them off her feet. I looked down at her. A beautiful young girl, naked, glistening with sweat, her thighs slippery with cum, shuddering with orgasm.

"Oh my God, oh my God…" she kept saying, looking at me with those big, black, adoring eyes. She parted her thighs and I could see her pretty little pussy, puffed open, wet and inviting. I wanted so badly to open my jeans, take out my cock and fuck her right there, for real! But I kept my promise, and kept my pants on.

As her legs parted her girlish odor wafted up to my nose, and I inhaled her heady scent.  I had to taste her, so I lowered my face between her legs, and sniffed greedily. "What are you doing?" she asked, nervously. The smell drove me mad, and I licked her slick thighs, bathing her loins with my tongue. "Ah! Ah!" she squealed as I smacked my lips, lapping at her tangy cum dribbles.   My nose buried itself in her hole, rode up her crack, until my tongue met her cunt, and I tasted that sweet little pussy that I had only smelled before. She shrieked, and I prayed that we really were far enough from the bedrooms that no one could hear us. It was a big house, but if my mother or sister should wake up and come downstairs and catch me fucking and fingering and licking little Patti Cielo --- Geez! 

Patti continued to shriek. "No, don't do that!" she was saying, pushing my head away from her cunt. But I knew she loved the feel of my tongue on her pussy, and she slowly stopped trying to push me away. She was delicious, so tart and fresh. I ran my tongue all over her soft labia, flicking her clit, and darting into her tunnel. I could have ate her out all night. She was so sweet tasting, and responsive to slightest breath. She began humping my face, pushing my head down between her legs. "Mark, I can't take it! I can't take it!" she gasped, still pushing my head down, wetting my face with her juices.

But then, another perverted thought came into my mind. Here was this perfect little virgin, letting me do whatever I wanted to her little body. I wanted to try something, mostly because I didn't think I'd ever get a chance like this again.

I turned her over. Lord what an ass! Round and smooth. A young girl's ass! How many times in high school did I want to see just this? I gave her ass a light slap, and she shrieked again. I put that little fact away. I knew I couldn't do any real slapping here -my parents would definitely wake up. Instead I spread her legs a little bit, slipped my finger inside her pussy, climbed on top of her, and began "fucking" her from behind. My jeans were still tightly shut, but she could feel me on top of her, and she could feel me humping her ass, and she could feel my finger inside her pussy. Again I was giving her a major fantasy, which again she resisted at first, but then allowed as lust swept over her. She was getting fucked doggy-style, and without the anxiety of having a cock inside her. She buried her face inside a pillow cushion, and screamed. She pushed her ass up against me and I fucked her hard. 

Then I slowed down. She pushed her ass up against me, wanting me to continue. I leaned down to her ear and again whispered. "Do you trust me?"




Teaching Patti Ch. 3



She could barely speak now. "Yes." she managed.

I leaned in closer to her ear. I took my finger out of her pussy, rubbed her juice on my thumb, and placed my thumb on the crack of her ass. I slid it between her cheeks, which tightened at the intrusion.

"No." she mumbled softly.

"Do you trust me?" I repeated.

"Yes."

I pushed my wet thumb inside her ass, just a bit. After a few moments, and a few squeals, her sphincter muscles relaxed, and I was able to push the thumb in a bit further. Once I made enough room I pulled it out again, climbed on  top of her, held my thumb over the opening to her anus and said, "Patti?"

"Yes?" she quavered.

"Do you like it when I use your name, Patti?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it when I do things to you, Patti?"

"Yes."

"Patti?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

She moaned a deep, resigned, "Okay." 

I pressed my pelvis against her ass, and shoved my thumb deep inside her. 

"OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned into the pillow.

I rocked back and forth, my hips pushing my thumb in and out of her, "fucking"  her sweet little ass, while she moaned in pain and pleasure. I got bold, and  slapped her ass just once, leaving a red mark on her pale cheek. She shrieked into the pillow. I grabbed her hair, which wasn't easy because it wasn't that long, and pulled, and this seemed to excite her even more. 

But this was getting a little out of control. I was thumbing fucking her ass, pretending it was my cock, and pulling on her hair like some asshole stud in a  porn flick. This was getting too hard-core, and as much as I was enjoying it, I knew I'd hate myself if Patti ended up damaged over this. So I let up. I let go of her hair, and didn't pump quite so hard. I kept my thumb in her ass, but now I let my fingers move down and stroke her clit. 

She seemed to relax more now, and started pushing herself up against me again. She started to shake again. We both froze, waiting for the eruption. I pressed one finger against her clit, pushed my thumb all the way into her ass, and bit her on the neck, and that was it -- she started rocking and shuddering as a huge orgasm shot through her body. She shoved the pillow into her mouth and screamed, nearly passing out with pleasure.

I lay on her like that for fifteen minutes, waiting for the orgasm to pass. I should have come too, and would have, if it weren't for the fact that I hadn't put any underwear on under the jeans, and my erection rubbing against the hard material was painful.

Finally I rolled off Patti onto the floor while she continued to have little orgasm aftershocks. I kissed her toes, but each kiss signaled a new orgasm. It was like her skin was on fire - every touch, every breath made her jump with delight.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh my God, that felt so good." She was crying a little. I stroked her hair.

"Did it hurt?" 

"A little. But it was okay."

I felt a little bad, thinking I might have scared her. "Was this your first time  for…?"

"I'd only ever kissed before." she said, averting her eyes.

"You're amazing."

"No I'm not." she said, looking down.

I held up her chin and said, "Yes, you are. You're beautiful, don't you know that?"

She bit her lip, unbelieving. Then she threw her arms around my neck and buried her head against my chest. "You're beautiful." she said.

She was so sweet, and so warm against my chest. My erection was not going down, and I was getting seriously uncomfortable. She could feel me squirming around.

"Are you okay?" she said.

"A little cramped. It happens with guys."

"I'm sorry." She said, letting go of me like I was about to break.

"Excuse me." I said, turning around, and re-adjusting my cock, which seemed silly, the modesty, after what we'd just done. I didn't want to lose the intimate, somewhat dirty feeling of our new relationship, so I added, "I'll just take care of  it later."

This seemed to interest her. "Oh yeah? Can I watch?" she said, laughing.

"Want to?" I said.

I could see she did, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say the words. I would have to take charge here, and make her feel comfortable. I had never jerked off in front of a girl before, and the thought made my cock even harder.

"I'll have to take my pants off."

"Well, it's okay." she said nervously.

"Okay, you stay on the couch." I moved away from her a little, again to help her feel safe. I lay on the floor, and unbuttoned my pants. She must have suddenly felt very naked and exposed, because she threw her shirt and sweats back on, even hiding the wet panties underneath a pillow. Then she settled back to watch.

I tossed my jeans, but kept my T-shirt and socks on - it was getting a little cold. My cock was enormous and red now, and raw from pushing against the rough jeans. The veins were pulsing and my balls were stiff. Patti's eyes flew open, and I knew this was the first cock she'd ever seen.

I felt very exposed, my cock pointing up in air like a circus sway pole. I needed to come, but I decided to give her a show. I grabbed my cock from the bottom and slowly stroked up, causing it to throb even more. I stroked down even slower, then ran my hand all over my cock, feeling all the ridges and bumps, exploring every contour. Patti stared, watching my every move. I was excited to know that this sexy little girl was watching me. She moved a hand down to her lap, and I knew she was trying to finger herself through her sweats without my noticing. She was still so shy.

Jesus, what a flagpole I had. It was a monster erection, red and angry. I  squeezed and pulled and really gave her a good performance, but I couldn't take the agony any more. I started jerking hard, and Patti let out a little sigh. I  was seriously turning her on. She must have known that I was about to come because she leaned forward, eager to see it all up close. I looked right at her, this beautiful young thing who had never seen cock before. She was so fresh.  God I wanted her! "Lift your shirt." I said.

"Why?" she said, breathily, anticipating my climax.

"I want to see you."

She lifted her shirt, showing me her beautiful, round bosom. Her nipples were still hard as little rocks. "Oh shit!" I said. "Now the pants!" She rolled her sweats down until they bunched up at her ankles. Then, knowing what I wanted, she suddenly spread her knees, showing me her puffy little pussy. "Put a finger inside!" I said. She hesitated, but sensed I was close, and put one little finger tentatively inside her slippery hole. She moaned at her own touch, and thrust the finger in further, squishing out a dribble of cum. "Christ!" I screamed, shooting a thick rope of white jism onto my chest. "Christ Almighty!"

"Oh my God." said Patti, thrilled that she could make me do that. "Is that how guys do it?"

I wasn't quite ready to speak, I was still squeezing the last bit of cum out of my cock, still shuddering a bit. Finally I let out a huge sigh, lay back and said, "I can't speak for all the boys in the band, but that's pretty much the drill, yes."

She laughed. I must have looked funny lying there in my T-shirt and socks, cum all over my cock and hands. I ripped off my T-shirt, cleaned myself up and moved over to her. My pants were definitely off now, but I'd just cum, and I think she trusted me enough now that I could sit a little closer. I hugged her, kissed her on the forehead and said, "That was amazing, Patti. But we should talk."

"I know." she said, pulling me closer. She could smell the cum on my chest and wrinkled her nose a bit, but she couldn't keep her eyes off my cock, fascinated by how quickly it shrank. "But tomorrow, okay. Let's just let tonight be tonight."

"And you're okay about tonight? About everything I did--?"

She seemed a little unsure. "Yes. I am. But --"

"But what?"

"Some of the stuff was a little, I don't know - weird." she said, looking down. "Does everybody do that?"

"No. Everybody like different things. When I was a teenager…"

And so we talked about sex and life for another thirty minutes. She didn't want to leave. We just held each other and talked until we both felt sleepy. We kissed for a while, and I felt my cock starting to rise. But that was enough for tonight. "We'd better go on up." I said.

She grabbed her wet panties. We walked up the stairs together, hand in hand. When we reached the top, where my parents and sister slept, we let go.

"Goodnight." she whispered, kissing me on the cheek.

I reached out and took her panties. She blushed, and disappeared into my sister's bedroom. I went to my own room, collapsed onto the bed, put the sweet smelling panties under my nose, and fell instantly asleep.

To Be Continued...



Teaching Patti Ch. 4



Rehearsals were going well, and we were two weeks from opening "Godspell". Patti and I had shared a few tiny kisses and squeezes in dark corners, but nothing more since that amazing night on my parent's couch. It was hard to find a place to be alone with her. Her house was out, and so was my parent's - too many opportunities to get caught. I thought of pulling her into the dressing room, where I had watched her masturbate, but the cast was working with costumes now and the dressing room was being used. And her Mom picked her up every night after rehearsal, so I couldn't even get her into a car.

Then one blessed night the cast invited me to the local diner after rehearsal. Patti's parents had said she could go, but only if she could arrange a ride home. I said I'd be happy to drive her, and so I finally got the chance to be  alone with little Patti.

We chatted with the cast, hurried through our burgers and fries, said goodnight to everyone, and rushed back to the car, both excited by the opportunity. It was my parent's car, a huge Impala, with, a nice, roomy back seat. I hadn't fooled around in a back seat in  years, and I was dying to get Patti back there and let our hands explore. Patti seemed eager, too. The moment we got to the car she kissed me - one of those deep, long teenager kisses full of meaning and moment. I kept her hand on her leg as we drove. She was wearing blue jeans and a big purple sweater, and she looked more adorable, and ripe, than ever.

"Oh that's where I went to eighth grade." she said, as we passed by Grover Elementary school.

"Me, too." I said, sensing an opening. "Let's take a look." I pulled into the school parking lot and we drove past the classrooms. The kids had already started putting Halloween decorations up in the windows. "God, it looks so small." I said. We pulled into a dark space, far away from the road. I turned off the engine. The sudden silence was very sexy. We turned to each other and  began to kiss. "Let's go in the back." I whispered, and we both climbed over the  seats.

Patti was shy again, and moved my hand away from her pants a couple of  times. But finally she let me unbutton the top of her jeans and I slid my hand inside her white cotton panties. She jumped, not expecting my hand in her pants so fast. She was incredibly wet, and my finger slipped easily inside her  squishy pussy. She started to say, "No, No...", but after I worked her clit a while she began humping my hand, squirming around my finger, bucking her hips  against my arm. I worked my finger in and out of her, rubbing her clit, driving  her crazy. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. She grabbed my arm, pulling my hand further down into her  pants.

"Oh God! Mark! Yes!" she cried, cumming, squeezing her strong little thighs, nearly crushing my hand. She shivered and shook for about ten minutes, then finally slid off my finger. I withdrew my hand and tasted her sweet juice, smelling that wonderful odor of cunt.

We lay there quietly for a bit, kissing and touching, and whispering. I still had my pants on, just like the other night on my parent's couch. It was agony, but I still wanted her to be comfortable. We hadn't really discussed it, but I think she wanted to stay a virgin.

It was a big back seat, and we could both lay down comfortably. I was on my back, and she was drawing little circles on my chest, occasionally dipping her hand into my shirt to explore the hairy jungle of my chest. My cock was pushing up through my jeans, and I knew she could see the bulge.

After a while we didn't speak, she didn't look at me. She just kept her head against my chest as her fingers danced over my chest, and slowly brushed their way down towards my crotch. I didn't want to force her into anything, so I just lay there, waiting for her to decide what to do.

She placed her hand on my bulge, tentatively at first, and looked at me to see if I was about to object. I looked right at her and gave her a smile, to let her know that everything was okay. She put her head back on my chest and  brushed her hand back and forth across my bulge, testing the shape and feel.

She unzipped my pants. The sound was very loud, and we both giggled a bit. She kissed me on the cheek and continued. She pulled down my fly and cautiously put her hand inside my pants, on top the underwear, cupping my erection. I couldn't help but let out a moan, and this encouraged her to start rubbing it a  bit. She obviously hadn't a clue as to what to do, so I just let her explore.

"I shouldn't do this." she said, stopping.

"You don't have to I said." I said, biting my lip. Her hand still lay on top my  underwear, but it had stopped moving.

"I'm going too far." she said, almost in tears.

"Oh, baby, it's okay." I said. "Here…" I took her hand out of my pants and kissed her on the head. "Please don't do anything you don't want to do."

We lay there for a few minutes, her hand circling again over my chest. I had calmed her down, but damn me if I didn't want her to touch my cock in the worst way. I began to realize that if I aroused a little lust in her, she might be willing to do most anything. So I began to lightly tickle her neck and face, making her skin tingle. Then I played oh so lightly with her nipples through her shirt. My pants were still unzipped, and my bulge was quite pronounced. I knew she was curious. After a few more minutes of petting she again brushed her hand against my pants, then slipped a hand inside, on top the underwear.

"It feels big." she whispered, still nervous, but determined now to continue. Again she began feeling around, testing the shape and size of my cock. I  moaned a little, and she began rubbing.

"Nice." I said, "That feels nice."

After a few minutes of rubbing she stopped, moved her hand to the waist band, and placed a finger inside my underwear. As she lifted the waistband up I swear I could hear steam escape.  I held my breath. I needed her to touch me very badly, and I didn't want to scare her off, so I tried not to move.

She hesitated, one fingertip inside my boxers, then said, very casually, "Do you think it's going to be a good show?"

She was doing that nervous teenager thing of pretending the sex is not really happening. In high school I'd talk about anything, the weather, classes, anything, while fingering some girl. Somehow small talk made everything seem okay. So I answered Patti as casually as I could. "Yeah, if everyone learns the songs, it should be a good show."

She wiggled her finger underneath the waistband, exploring, stretching the elastic. I could feel her finger brush against a few hairs. My cock was off to the side, so she hadn't touched it yet. "But do you think we're good?" she asked.

I opened my legs a little, putting one up on the back of the passenger seat, creating a little more room inside my pants. "I think Jodi's good, and Greg's got a great voice. Alan is, well..!"

She giggled. "I know! He's awful!"

"But I think he'll come through. He works hard."

"Yeah, he does. He's nice." she said, shifting her weight, giving herself more room to maneuver. She put two more fingers under the waistband of my underwear. Her fingers were curling into my pubic hair now. "If I ask you something you'll tell me the truth, right?"

"Sure. What is it?" I said. I sucked in my stomach, loosening the waist band. She could now put in all five fingers. Her hand spread over my pubic bone, sweeping through the short hairs. She lay her head on my chest, burying my face in her luscious hair.

"I just wanted to know," she continued, shoving her hand deeper into my pants, slipping her smooth fist over my cock, "Do you think I'm good?"

"Yes." I moaned. "You're very good. Very sweet. You move well and you can sing. I think you're beautiful."

She gave my cock a squeeze. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. During your audition I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

She tugged a bit at the base. "Why?"

"I thought you looked so damn cute in those tights."

She gave me several good jerks. "You think I'm cute?"

I grunted deeply. Christ she was killing me! "I love your eyes, and your little body."

Her fist tightened around the base. "You know what I thought? When I first saw you?"

"What?" I asked.

She smoothly squeezed her fist up the length of my cock. "I thought you were gorgeous."

"Christ!" I sighed out loud.

"Is that okay?" she asked.

"Yes."

She was still shy, still exploring. She had never touched a cock before and I wanted her to enjoy the experience. I continued the pretense that it wasn't really happening. It took a supreme effort to not buck my hips and fuck her  little hand.

She tried to pump me a little more, but things were too cramped, so she discreetly tugged at my pants and underwear, until my cock was free.  She lifted her head to take a look, pausing a bit, taking in the sight of her little hand around a man's penis. She was fascinated,  but not scared.

"What else did you like about me?" I said, not breathing.

She started pumping again and I lay back to enjoy the hand job. She moved closer to my cock to really see it, switching hands when she got tired. "I liked the way you took charge of everybody. And you're a really good dancer."

Her pumping was a little awkward, and she bent my cock a little. I must have let out a little yell because she stopped and said, "Is this okay?"

I put my hand over hers and showed her how to stroke me. "Like this. That's  good. Put your other hand right here." I said, touching my balls.

"Here?" she said, cupping them.

"Oh yeah!"

And so she jerked me off with one hand while cupping my balls with the other. We stopped the chit-chat, and concentrated now on what was happening. She worked her hand up and down, slipping occasionally, not quite sure how hard to squeeze.

"Is this too hard?" she asked.

"A little harder." I whispered.

She squeezed and I moaned in ecstasy. Her hand was like a vice, and she was so concentrated on what she was doing. Her sweet little face got closer and closer to my cock. I was dying for her to put it in her mouth. I didn't want to force her, or scare her off, but it was all I could do to not buck up my hips and slam that cock down her throat. I instinctively put one hand on the back of her head, but resisted the temptation to push her face into my lap.

Her hand was pumping smoothly now, sliding up and down over my boner, and her other hand was nicely cupping my sacks, applying just enough pressure. I watched her for a while, but my neck was hurting so I lay back again to enjoy the ride. My head was resting on her trigonometry book, reminding me that it was a schoolgirl jerking me off. God!

She leaned down and I felt her tongue lightly lick the head of my penis. She just took a little curious taste and backed off. After a minute she did it again, this time licking the base. I couldn't help it, but my hand was pressing against her head a little now.

"Do you want me to?" she whispered, feeling the push.

"Do you?" I asked.

She turned around to look at me, still jerking me off. I must have looked like I was in sweet agony, because she smiled and said, "I like to see you squirm." She giggled, embarrassed at having said such a thing. But she kept watching  my face, squeezing and jerking my cock and watching my reactions.

I loved looking at her adorable little face. Something inside me wanted to violate that innocence. I held up a finger and pushed it into her mouth. She instinctively started sucking, and the feeling went right down to my toes. I pumped in and out, fucking her face with my finger. She jerked me off faster now, excited by the violation.

Finally, she turned her head around, popping my finger out of her mouth. She held her face close to my cock.

"Should I?" she whispered.

She was playing with me now. "Yes." I said.

She licked my cock again, all over the shaft, and twirled her tongue once around the head. My cock was very wet now and her hand slipping up and down made a nice, squishing sound.

"Yes." I said. "Please."

I lifted my hips up, begging her to take me in her warm mouth.

She placed her lips over the head, and flicked it with her tongue. Then, slowly, she lowered her warm mouth onto my cock, sliding down the shaft, all the way to the base where she stopped to suck. I could feel her little teeth on my skin, and she gagged a bit.

"Christ, Patti!" I screamed. Her mouth felt incredible! Like velvet. She began slurping and sucking, and still pumping with her hand, twirling her tongue around the cock, like a kid sucking a popsickle. She worked me like that for a good ten minutes.

"Is this okay?" she said, coming up for air, and smacking her lips, getting used to the taste. 

"I'm going to cum." I said, warning her

"I want you to." She hesitated, then said, "Can I do something to you? I've been thinking about it a lot."

"What is it?"

She put a finger in her mouth and got it all wet, then slipped it down to the crack of my ass.

"You want to do that?" I asked.

"I've been thinking about it." she said, breathing hard, and I knew she had masturbated to the thought of sucking me off while shoving a finger up my ass. I wanted her to have her fantasy.

"Okay," I said, but go slow.

She wrinkled her nose, and pushed her finger against my anus, a little disgusted, but determined. No one had ever done this to me before, and I started squirming a bit. She liked that, seeing me twitch, but she didn't want me to stop her, so she took me in her mouth again, and started sucking and   slurping, keeping me happy. After a few minutes her cock-sucking technique improved. First she'd roll her tongue  all around the cock, then up and down the shaft, then she'd suck hard.

"Christ!" I yelled out, ready to cum.

She came up for air again, teasing her finger around my ass, pressing against the puckering hole. "So, is it okay?"  she asked.

"Yes. Yes!" I said.

She wrinkled her nose again, pushed her finger against my ass hole, and wiggled it inside.

"Christ!" I yelled as her tiny finger climbed up my butt. The feeling shot through me like an electric shock. "Oooooo!"

She squeezed her digit inside me, made a little wiggle room, then started pumping her little finger in and out of my ass, while sucking my cock.

"Shit!" I said, getting close.

"Do you like it?" she asked, finger-fucking me.

"Lord, God, yes."

"Tell me." she said, pumping my asshole.

She wanted me to talk. I think she liked it when I when I described what I was going to do to her the other night. 

"God, I love having your finger in my ass." I said, trembling. "Oh! Jerk me off. Yes! Christ! Suck my, cock, Patti. Suck my cock!" 

She squeezed my tool in a tight fist, shoved her finger deep up my ass, and very gingerly bit my cock. And that was it! I came in her mouth like a fire hose, and she drank almost every drop. "Are you okay?" I said, watching her struggle as she gulped my hot cum.

"Mmm-hmm." she managed, still sucking and swallowing. She had gotten some of the creamy stuff on her hand and wiped on my stomach. Finally she said, "I can't believe I did that! Was it okay?" she continued, pulling her finger out of my ass.

"Amazing." I said, still shaking. "It felt great. Shit! Thanks."

She held her finger out. "I need a napkin."

We drove to a gas station so she could wash her hands. I cleaned up as best I could in the car. For some reason my erection wouldn't go down.

The gas station stood near "The Old Woods" where my friends and I would camp out during the summer and go sledding during the winter. The window was open and a cool breeze blew by with a familiar scent forest earth, mixed with that on-the-road smell of gasoline. I had worked at this gas station when I was the same age Patti was now. I tried to remember myself at that age, trying so hard to look cool and act like King Shit when I really knew nothing. Patti was different. She was so open about her ignorance, so eager to let me teach her what she wanted to know.

She came back to the car, smelling of soap. "Patti, we should talk." I said. "We should have talked the other night, but…"

"We don't have to." she said, biting her lip.

She looked so small sitting there next to me. "I want you to know that I won't do anything you don't want to do and…"

"I know, I know." she said. "All my friends have been having sex and I just want to know what it was like, but I didn't want to do it with any of the jerks I go to school with. And you're so great, and I love being in the show, and…do you like  me?"

"Of course I do."

She lowered her eyes and wiped her finger clean with a paper towel from the ladies room. "Even after what I did?"

"Hey, don't freak out about that." I said. "You wanted to do it, it was okay with me. I did stuff to you, too. As long as we trust each other let's not feel guilty about anything, okay?" God, I was even starting to talk like a teenager.

"Okay." she said, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. As she leaned forward her blouse opened; I could see her pale throat, and the beautiful pink swell of her young breasts.

"What time do you have to be home?" I asked.

To Be Continued...



Teaching Patti Ch. 5



It was chaos backstage as everyone prepared for dress rehearsal; the on stage band was warming up, the lights were flicking on and off, the actors were rushing around, setting their props, and nobody noticed that both Patti and I were missing, that we were, in fact, behind the lumber rack, doing some major fondling against the muslin flats. She had her "Godspell" costume on, a very carnival looking rag-tag thing, which I was exploring eagerly, my hands running over the buttons and buckles, squeezing and weighing her mounds and curves. She was breathing quickly, and enjoying every moment. I put a hand under her costume shirt and cupped a breast, while kissing her on the neck. "Ooo, you're hands are cold." she moaned. With her back to me I slipped a hand into her clown pants and began fingering her pussy. She pushed her ass back and ground it against my cock. "We can't do this now." she said, without stopping. To her surprise, I untied her pant strings and let them fall down. She wore white panties with yellow ducks. "No, no!" she whispered,  trying to collect her pants from the floor. I bent her over a saw horse, pushed her panty crotch aside, put my finger inside her as if it were my dick, and  started to "fuck" her again. "Somebody will see us." she said, grunting with  pleasure as my hips thrust against her ass. "Nuh...Nuh...Nuh....NUH!" She came just as we heard the Stage Manager call places. "This is crazy!" she said, quivering. I slid my finger out of her cunt, and wiped the juice under my nose. She pulled her up her balloon pants, and gave my cock a squeeze. I kissed her sweet little mouth, and we separated, entering the stage from opposite sides. I watched the whole rehearsal with her smell of her pussy beneath my nostrils.

This had been going on for a week now. We groped and kissed and masturbated each other anywhere we could. But we still hadn't had intercourse, which was fine and not so fine with me. I wanted that cherry so badly I could taste it. I couldn't think of anything else.

Patti had become an obsession.

The dress rehearsal was lousy, but when opening night came, surprise, surprise, the show didn't suck! Parents and friends applauded enthusiastically, and everyone was very happy with me. In the lobby after the show Patti came up to me and gave me a big hug. Standing next to her was a young girl. "This is my friend Elise." said Patti, introducing us.

Elise was clutching her program and was beaming from ear to ear. "That was so great! How did you make them do all that? You were on Broadway, right? Did you ever do any movies? Are you going to choreograph the next show? I'm auditioning! No doubt! That was so great!"

We both laughed at her. She was adorable, and so excited about meeting me. Patti ran off to talk to her parents while Elise and I talked. She was blonde and slim, and very pretty, with very long hair that has probably never been cut; it hung down to her rear end. A few of her friends came by, and all just as fascinated by me. They giggled and questioned and buzzed around me for about ten minutes before Patti dragged me off to meet her parents. Elise was particularly sorry to see me go, and when I looked back I noticed she was still watching me.

"Mmm. Cute friends." I said to Patti.

"Don't get any ideas." she said, playfully smacking me on the arm.

"Mark!" said a familiar voice. It was Patti's brother, Tommy, coming over to slap me on the back. "How the hell are you, man? Saw your commercial like a hundred times. That's so great!" I always liked Tommy, but it was a little uncomfortable standing there talking to him, after all the perverted things I'd been doing to his little sister. Same thing with Patty's parents, who seemed very pleased with the show, and went on and on about how much Patti was enjoying herself and how much she liked me. Patti was a little embarrassed, and I was suddenly feeling very scummy. I was too old for this. Christ, we all looked so old next to little Patti. 

"We almost couldn't catch the show." said Tommy, "We're supposed to be in Boston tomorrow morning for a wedding - my Aunt Wendy. We were going to leave this afternoon, but Patti said, 'God you have to see my show!', so we had to come."

"Boston?" I said, giving Patti a worried look.

"Don't worry, I'm not going!" said Patti, laughing. "I won't miss the show!" Then she added, a little shyly, "They're leaving me home alone."

"Just for the weekend." said her Dad.

Patti looked at me sidewise. They were leaving her alone! That presented all sorts of opportunities.

We said goodbye to her parents and headed out to the parking lot. I was going to give Patti a ride to the cast party, so she jumped in my car. She was so excited about the opening, and couldn't stop bouncing around, and couldn't keep her hands off me. There were still plenty of students and parents in the parking lot, so I tried to be cool, but Patti was too alive, too full of the moment to keep her hands to herself.

"Patti!" I said, pushing her hands off my thigh. "Stop it, you slut!"

"I am not!" she yelled, playfully slapping me on the shoulder.

"Are to!" I said, pushing her away.

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

We shoved and tickled each other a bit. "Okay, okay I give up!" I said, calling uncle. "You're not a slut! You're not!" 

It was a beautiful, warm Spring evening and the fireflies were dancing across the school soccer field. "Mark, I think I like you a lot." she said, getting serious. "I don't think you even know how you make me feel. I'm such a dweeb. I am! I get so nervous around other boys. But with you I feel, I don't know, like it's okay to be a little crazy. I don't know. Like, it's okay to do things. You make me - do things. Feel things. You know?"

I gave her thigh a squeeze. She was wearing high school gym shorts and her leg was bare, and her skin felt smooth and cool. She wore a tight T-shirt, and looked all and tony and yummy. "I know." I said. "I love it when you get crazy, too. When you do something I'm not expecting."

She turned to me. "Do you?"

A car blared its horn; it was Patti's parents pulling up about thirty feet away. I rolled down my window and Patti had to lean across me to talk. She had one hand out the window, and another hand on my thigh, for support. I could feel her firm breasts crushing down against my arm, and I could smell that apple scent in her hair.

"Patti!" called her Mom. "Don't forget that Mr. Winston is coming by tomorrow morning to get the pool ready for the winter. Do you have enough money?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Patti said. "I'll do some shopping. What should I get?"

They chatted for a while about the groceries, with Patti leaning over me. After a minute I felt her hand creeping towards my zipper. 

"Are you crazy?" I whispered.

She deftly pulled the zipper down and placed her hand inside my pants. 

Her mom kept talking. "Get milk and juice and coffee…"

Patti slipped her hand inside my briefs and wrapped her fist around my cock. I could feel her getting tense, getting scared at what she was doing, but I knew she liked being scared. I looked straight ahead and tried not to give anything away. Patti just kept up the conversation.

"Okay, Mom." she said, squeezing my penis, feeling it grow in her hand. "What about laundry? Should I do it?" I couldn't believe she was holding my cock in front of her mother!

"Sure, sweetie." said Mom, "Thank you! Oh, you'll need to pick up some fabric  softener."

"Okay!" continued Patti. Her breasts were rubbing against my arm and I could feel her nipples harden. "What kind should I get?" she said while running a finger down to my balls.

"Jesus, Patti." I moaned. 

She began to rub her thumb along the shaft, running it up and down over the veins and bumps, until my tool was pushing out hard and proud.

"Oh you know, sweetie," continued Mrs. Cielo, "the blue kind, I can't remember the name. Oh! I forgot to tell you about the new alarm …! Sorry, Mark, I'll let  you both go in a minute. Sweetie, you have to punch in the combination…"

While she explained about the alarm Patty pulled my cock out completely. It wasn't easy. She had to slowly open my pants, pull them down off my ass, and lower my underwear, all with one hand, while carefully not letting on to her mother. 

She finally got my cock free, releasing it into the sultry night air, and ran her thumb over the shaft, pressing on the veins and ridges, squeezing me off, rather than jerking. She pretended to shift her position, allowing her an opportunity to move her arm without raising suspicion, and gave my cock three or four really good jerks, then went back to the squeeze-off. 

It was fantastic! I felt so exposed. Out the front window I could see dozens of people scrambling into their cars. To my left were Patti's parents and her older brother. And her I was, my cock being squeezed by a high school girl, practically in front of them all. And I couldn't move or groan or let on that anything was happening. It was sweet agony.

"Okay, Mom," said Patti cheerily, letting her other hand slip down off the door. She now grabbed my cock with two hands! "I got it!" she said to Mom with a  smile. She held the base of my cock in her fists, then slowly worked her hands up to the  head, then back down again, jerking me off, slowly, silently, with two hands. I nearly shot my cum all over the windshield!

"How will you get to the theatre tomorrow, sweetheart?" her Mom asked.

Patti wasn't finished with me yet. She slipped my cock under her shirt, where it  pressed against her sexy little stomach, rubbing it back and forth across her midriff, pushing the head into her bellybutton. "Oh Mark can give me a ride." she said.

"Is that okay with you, Mark? Can you give Patti a ride?" asked Mom.

I swallowed, looked right at her Mother, her daughter's hands milking my cock, and said "Sure I can!" I couldn't say anything more without grunting or screaming.

"Daddy?" said Patti. "Did you pack my letter to Aunt Wendy?" She was deliberately dragging out this conversation to make me squirm. I knew she was getting off, because she had goosebumps and her breathing was hard. She was definitely scared. Scared of getting caught, but also scared that what she was doing was seriously dirty and perverted. 

She was leaning over me, her lovely little ass was sticking up.  I decided to raise the stakes a bit here, and placed a hand on her butt. Her parents couldn't see any of this, but Patti immediately froze, terrified of what I was thinking. She released my cock, and waited, breathlessly. As she talked to Daddy, her voice edgy and nervous now, I tickled my way down her ass to the legs of her shorts. Patty gulped, trying to listen to what her father was saying, as I slipped a finger inside the loose leg of her shorts, and wiggled it up to her panties.  I found the crotch soaking wet, and felt along the taught stretch of cloth over her pussy. I could smell her pungent, tangy odors now, which mingled with the damp, grassy smell of the night. The air was redolant with sex and youth, and I was overwhelmed with lust. As Patti shook with fear and haltingly told her father that she'd be okay all alone, I snuck a thick digit underneath the crotch of her panties, and pressed against it her soft lips. She nearly fainted as I looked at Daddy, said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." and squished my finger deep into her cunt.

"Um, okay, Dad, thanks…" said Patti in a high-pitched voice, her body twitching with the terror and exhilaration of being finger-fucked in front of her father. She leaned her pelvis back onto my finger, impaling herself  further. I could tell she wanted to gyrate her hips, grinding her clit against my finger, but she didn't dare move with her whole family watching thirty feet away.

"Okay, you all have fun tonight!" said Dad. "Patti, get to bed early."

"Okay Dad." said Patti, leaking pussy juice all over my finger. She could barely speak, relieved that her parents were leaving. Her little body was trembling as they pulled away. "Bye--!" was all she could manage.

As soon as the car left the parking lot she screamed "Oh shit!", wiggled her hips around my finger, and buried her head in my lap slipping my cock in her mouth and sucking furiously.

The parking lot was empty now, and we were alone. Patti gulped down my penis, deep throating me as best her little mouth could. "Suck me, sweetie." I said, using her parent's pet name. I used it on purpose. I knew it would make her feel really dirty.  "Come on, sweetie, suck me!" She slurped and gagged while running a hand under my balls, her tits bobbing up and down on my thigh.

While she blew me I unbuttoned her shorts, and tugged them off her ass. She was wearing blue panties, dripping wet and snugly cupping her firm cheeks. I tugged her panties down to her knees where they bunched up around her gym shorts. I ran my hand up her tony legs, up her strong thighs and felt the fleshy, hanging mound of her pussy. I greedily ran my hand all over her smooth ass, and, remembering how she reacted a few weeks ago, chanced a little slap. SMACK! "Oh!" she squealed, and continued sucking, a little harder now. I tried another one. SMACK! "Mmm!" she said, with  pleasure, still gulping away at my cock. I slapped her ass again, and again she grunted happily, and sucked even harder. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each slap made her suck harder. Each slap made her moan. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her little ass was turning red. She started biting my cock now, running her teeth up and down the shaft. SMACK! I hit her so hard her head banged against the car door. But she didn't stop her cocksucking. In fact, it got a little violent. She kept running her sharp little teeth along my cock, nibbling at the head and biting the base. She worked her hand under my ass and started finger-fucking my asshole, sucking noisily, and every once in a while she'd give my cock a little slap.

"Christ, sweetie!" I said, "Good girl! Suck it, Sweetie! Suck it!" I was close, so I started slapping her faster. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I could hear her crying, sobbing, with my cock in her mouth. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her tears spurred me on. "I'm cumming!" I screamed. She   shoved her finger all the way up my ass and deep throated me. I pushed her head down and shot a thick stream of cum up into her throat. I could hear her choke and gag a bit, but she sucked up and swallowed most every drop.

I massaged her swollen ass cheeks while she licked the dribble off my cock and balls. Then I turned her around, her ass in my face, her tender little pussy hanging down between her luscious thighs. I started kissing her butt cheeks, cooling the skin. Then I licked down her crack, darting my tongue a bit inside, slipping it around her bung hole. I could smell her tangy cunt, and just had to taste it. She hadn't cum yet and I wanted to eat her out, but as I got to her pussy she suddenly sat up, hiked up her panties and shorts, and said, "No, I want to try something else." She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. "Can we go to my house?"

I was expecting this. Her parents would be away, and it was the perfect opportunity. Just the thought of climbing into a little teen's bed made me instantly hard again. I zipped up my pants, started the engine and said, "Let's  go."

To Be Continued...



Teaching Patti Ch. 6



Patti's bedroom was definitely a messy teenage girl's room, with lots of "Boy Band" pop star photos tacked onto the walls, a pink telephone and frilly bedsheets. But there were also still a few little girl remnants like stuffed animals and Barbies scattered across the floor with dirty laundry and school books. She hurriedly scooped up the loose homework papers and soiled panties and chucked them into a closet. "Sorry." she said, apologizing for the mess.

Patti was nervous. Screwing around in my car was one thing. There she could pretend  to be a dirty, sexual creature, an older girl who gave blowjobs and liked getting slapped on the ass, like a fantasy character in a romance novel. But here in her own little, pink bedroom with the rose petal wallpaper she couldn't escape being just what she was - a very sweet, very shy young girl who likes rock stars and writing on the school paper, and keeps her dolls.

"Um, this is my room." she said, showing me around, "I do all my writing here. The desk used to be my Mom's but she needed a bigger one so I got this one, and those are photos of my cousins from Virginia when they came here last Christmas, and that's me in grade school when my hair was longer and…" And so she continued to ramble on for a while, feeling very uncomfortable with a man in her bedroom, and her parents out of town.

I sat on the bed. "And what's this?" I asked. "The bed?" I expected her to laugh, but no luck. She was very sullen and fidgety. "What is it?" "I asked.

She sat in a bean bag chair, legs crossed, tugging on her hair. "I want to take a shower. Is that okay?"

"Sure." I said.

She grabbed some clothes, got up and left. A few minutes later I heard the shower go on in the bathroom down the hall. I guess our little episode in the car had made her all sticky, and she wanted to feel clean at home.

I looked around her room a bit, poking through the closets, checking out the underwear drawer, when I found her diary. Cool! What was she writing about me, I wondered? I flipped to last few pages and found a breathy, poetic record of our affair. She mentioned me by name, and that worried me a little. Patti was legal, but disclosure still would do me no good. But I trusted her to be discreet, and read on.

Apparently she had been showing some interest in Alan, another cast member. He had confessed to her that he had a crush on her, and they had even shared a kiss once. I was surprised, and more than a little jealous. He was also 18, and a terrible actor. But he was nice enough kid. Patti, it seemed, wasn't sure what to do about him, because she was falling in love with me.

I had to end this somehow. The poor girl was going to turn away a perfectly nice kid because of our stupid affair.

I heard the shower stop, and quickly put her diary away. A few minutes later she came back to the bedroom, wearing a fresh T-shirt with no bra, and a skirt which showed off her lovely legs and bare feet. I was going to tell her that it was all over between us, but she looked so delicious that I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"Hi." she said, still nervous. "Do you want a soda or something…?"

"No." I came over to her and kissed her on the forehead. She just stood there, not moving, letting me caress her arms. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked.

"No." she said, wrapping her arms around me. We stood like that for about ten minutes, just holding each other. She smelled very clean and soapy. Finally she said, "I love you, Mark."

I looked at her. "You what I'm going to say, right? That I'm too old for you and that I'm leaving for New York again soon and…"

"I know, I know." she said. "I wish I were older." She kissed me, relaxing a bit. "I told you I wanted to stay a virgin, but I want to know what it feels like to…to…" She got all embarrassed and dropped her head.

"Sweetie," I said, "We've had some pretty great sex. A little wild, if you know what I mean…"

"I know." she said, smiling.

"So if there's something else that you want, it's okay to tell me. You trust me, right?"

"Yes, I do" she said seriously, regarding me with wonder and devotion. "Well, I wanted to know what it felt like to, God this is so weird, okay you've, you know, done it to me with your finger, you know, like pretend to…"

"Fuck you?"

She blushed. It was funny how little girlish she was being. "Yes. Well, now I'd like to know what it feels like to have your penis, you know, between my legs."

"Inside you?" I asked.

"No. What I mean is, just between my legs, pushing against my vagina. I just want to feel that. I'm weird, I know…"

"No, you're not. I know exactly what you want and it's okay."

"Really?" she said. "It's got to be making you crazy."

"It does, but I'm not complaining." I said smarmily,  "Much!"

She giggled, and then got serious. "Here's the thing." she said, breaking away from me and sitting on the bed. "In the car I wanted to do-all these things. That's why I said come over. But now that we're here…See, there's a boy who likes me. And I like him. But it's not the same as with me and you. We kissed once. Does that make you mad?" she said wincing.

"No. I'm glad you're finding somebody you're own age." I think she was disappointed that I wasn't mad. I was, of course, but I was determined to let her get out of this, if that's what she wanted.

She went on. "I like him and all, but he can't make me feel like you make me feel. You know?"

I understood now. I could make her feel dirty and sexy and she was able to lose herself in that and do all these perverted things she had in the back of her mind. But Alan wasn't going to take charge like that. How could she ever feel free to get all hot and bothered with a stammering little teenager like Alan Barnstable? Maybe our affair was ruining her for other boys.

I didn't know what to do. I should have left. I should have said goodbye. I should have gotten the hell away from this whole situation. But she was so clean and squeaky with her scrubbed neck and her hair still wet from the shower and her bare legs so soft and toned and meaty looking. I slipped a hand under her skirt, resting it on her thigh, and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we lay back on the bed.

At that moment the phone rang.

"Hello?" said Patti, picking up. "Oh! Alan! Hi." Patti immediately sat up and rearranged her skirt.

Alan? Christ! I finally had delicious Patti on a bed, and the little Senior fuck calls. I got up, and started for the door.

"No, wait!" said, Patti to me, cupping the mouthpiece. Then, into the phone she said, "Alan, um, I don't know if I can do this..."

She was going to dump him. Shit! That's not what I wanted either. Patti's problem was that she just couldn't get all hot and bothered around Alan. I got an idea. I motioned for her to keep chatting, that it was okay to talk to him.

"Yeah, it was a great show." she yapped into the phone. "My parents loved it. What about yours? Your Mom videotaped? Cool." She was lying on her tummy across her bed, and her little butt was looking so cute underneath that pleated skirt. "Should we watch the tape tomorrow?" she continued. "Tommy's got a good VCR, we can go over there." I knelt down behind her and started massaging her feet as she talked. 

She knew right away what I was up to, and tensed up. "Um, yeah," she continued, nervously, "I guess we could all go swimming after. That sounds cool." 

I opened her legs a bit. I could see right up her skirt, and got a generous view of  puss. She wasn't wearing any panties. "My parents are out of town," she went on, "so your Mom has to drive us." I placed my hands on her skirt, massaging her ass. 

Patti started moaning. "Hold on, Alan." she said. She reached back, took my hands and slipped them under her skirt where I could knead her bare buns. "Oooo" she moaned softly.

"Ask him what he's wearing." I whispered.

Patti nodded. "Alan, what are you wearing? Jeans?"

I kept rubbing her ass cheeks. "Tell him you're on your bed in a skirt."

"I'm on my bed in a skirt."

"And you're going to take it off."

Patti hesitated. "And I'm going to take it off." The kid must have had a heart attack, because Patti started saying. "Hello? Hello?"

I unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it off, exposing her firm little butt. "Tell him to take off his pants." I whispered.

"Alan, could you take off your pants?" she said. Then she whispered to me, "He wants to know why?"

"He knows why." I whispered.

"You know why." she said to Alan. Then to me she whispered, "He's doing it!"

I moved to the other side of the bed, stood in front of her and unzipped my fly.  Patti stared up at me, terrified, but thrilled. I  pulled down my pants and underwear, and pointed a stiff cock right at her face. "Is he naked?" I whispered.

"Are you naked?" asked Patti, gulping. She nodded that he was.

"Tell him what you think of his cock." I whispered again.

Patti looked at my tool bobbing in front of her. "It's so nice, Alan. I like it. It's so nice and smooth, and thick." 

I walked around to the other side of the bed, slipped my hand down the crack of her ass and rubbed a finger against her pussy. She almost jumped out of her skin. "Tell him you're touching yourself." I whispered, slipping a finger into her squishy cunt.

Patti was breathing very hard. "I'm touching myself." she stammered into the phone, lifting her ass up off the bed, and grinding into my finger.

"Tell him what it feels like." I said. "Use his name."

"Oh, Alan, it feels…so…good!"

"Tell him." I said, rubbing her little pussy harder now, while biting her ass cheeks.

Patti moaned deeply. "Oh Alan, I have a finger inside me…"

"Inside your pussy…"

"I have a finger inside my-my pussy, and…oh my God, I'm really, really wet."

"What's he saying?" I asked.

"Nothing." Patti whispered back, covering the phone. "But I can hear him breathing. Oh, yes, Mark, right there!"

"Ask him if he's holding his cock."

"Alan," said Patti, breathing hard into the phone, "Oh God, Alan are you holding your cock? Hold your cock. Hold your cock!" With one finger still in her pussy I crawled up onto the bed so Patti could reach back and grab my cock. "Oh, let me hold it! I'm holding your cock, Alan. I want to jerk you off! I want you to come in my hand. I'm squeezing it. I'm squeezing your cock and I want to jerk you off!" Patti started pumping my penis while I finger-fucked her.

I could hear Alan on the phone now. The kid was definitely jacking off, he was breathing hot and heavy. "Tell him you want him in your pussy." I whispered.

"I want you in my pussy, Alan. I want your cock in my pussy." she said.

I maneuvered myself behind Patti and slid my cock between her legs, rubbing against her little pussy. Patti reacted by squeezing her legs together, tight as a vice. So I screwed her from behind, my cock not quite inside her, but rubbing against her wet pussy lips.

"Tell him to fuck you." I whispered.

Patti's voice got very low. "Fuck me, Alan." Talking dirty turned her on, but she wasn't exactly comfortable with it. Every time she said "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck" her face would scrunch up like she just got caught cheating on a math test. "Fuck me, Alan." she said again, pushing her pussy back and forth along my cock.

Patti suddenly turned over, kicking away a few stuffed animals. She spread her legs for me. Her puffy little pussy was open and wet, and looked so soft and juicy. "Please fuck me, Alan. Please!" she said uncomfortably. "I'm on my back, Alan." she continued. "My legs are open. I'm really, really, wet. Do you want to do it? Please!"

I crawled over to her and placed my cock on top of her pussy. She held her  breath. "Does he want to?" I whispered.

Patti opened her eyes wide and nodded, listening to Alan pant on the other end.

I placed the head of my cock over her pussy.

"I feel it, Alan." she said. "The top of your penis…"

"The head of your cock." I corrected.

"The head of your cock is inside me." she continued, panting. I slid my boner across her pussy lips. "You're in me! You're in me all the way." I lay down on top her. "You're on me, Alan. You crushing me." I grabbed her hips and started fucking her across her cunt, never entering. "You're doing it to me, Alan. You're pushing it in me…you're pushing it in me… How does it feel?"

My ear was next to the phone now and I could hear the horny little bugger. "It feels great." he said in a nervous, chirpy voice. Then he didn't say anything at all, but just panted into the telephone. Patti stopped talking now, too, but continued to listen to Alan moan as he jerked off.

My cock slid easily across her pussy, sending electric shocks through her body.  She humped up at me, squealing over and over again until she orgasmed. "I'm cumming…..!" she shouted.

I heard Alan say, "I'm ready!"

"Not yet!" I whispered to Patti, who was still quivering.

"Not yet!" she repeated into the phone.

I placed one knee on either side of Patti's face and placed my cock over her lips. She kissed it once, gave the head a little suck, then said lustily into the phone. "Alan, I'm going to give you a blow job." She placed the phone onto a pillow and put her hands under my balls, guiding me into her mouth. "Mmm, arrrg, graaagg." she mumbled loudly, making sure Alan heard every slurp and suck. She squeezed the base of my cock and I shot a thick rope of cum down her throat. She gagged a bit, and had to spit some of it out, the creamy juice spilling down her neck.

On the phone I heard a cry of "Oh God!" as Alan shot his wad.

The next day I saw Alan and Patti together a lot, holding hands and sharing whispers. I was surprised at how jealous I felt. I don't think they ever actually had sex, though I'm sure they kept their phones busy.

To Be Continued...



Teaching Patti Ch. 7



I would have to say goodbye to beautiful little Patti pretty soon. There was only one week left to the run of the show, and after that I would no longer have an excuse for staying in Connecticut. But before saying goodbye I wanted to give Patti one more shot at letting me de-flower her. Christ, I wanted that bad. But time was running out, and I couldn't seem to get her alone. We had no rehearsals, and we didn't dare call each other's houses. Wednesday the kids were scheduled for a line-thru, and that goddamn Alan was hanging around her every second. I couldn't get near her. I could see that she liked him, but I could also see that she wanted to be with me, too. I was surprised at my feelings. I wanted very much to be with her. So, the line-thru ended and I hadn't so much as touched Patti's arm. In the parking  lot she and Alan came out holding hands, and kissed each other goodbye as they jumped into their parent's cars. "Shit!" I thought. That means I'm not going to see her until the shows this weekend, and what if it's the same thing? Alan will be all over her and I'll never get another chance to touch Patti.

I got home around 6:00 in a bad mood. Then the phone rang. "Mark!" said my  sister, "It's for you!"

"Hello?" I said, on the phone.

"Mark?" said a tiny voice. "Hi. It's me. Patti."

My heart raced. "How crazy is that?", I thought. Just the sound of her voice makes me excited. "Hi." I said.

"Listen, what are you doing tonight? Can you come over for a while?" she said.

I closed the door to the study, and spoke softly. "Aren't your parents back in  town?"

"Yeah, but they're going out to dinner tonight, and then a party. We should be okay until about 11:00." she explained. "Please? I have a favor I want you to do for me."

"Like the favor I did for you and Alan?" I said. By helping Patti to feel sexy about Alan I had pretty much given her a boyfriend.

"Kind of." she giggled. "It's kind of weird, and you don't have to do it if you  don't want to. So, can you come over?"

"Sure." I said. "I'll come over right now."

When I got to Patti's house she greeted me with a nice kiss. So, things weren't so serious between her and Alan. As we kissed I started to move my hands over her breasts, when she stopped me. "No." she said. "I mean, yes, I want to, but not now. Can I ask you to do something weird?"

"Sure."

"Okay, here's the thing, and I wouldn't even ask you something this perverted but you're really such a nice guy that I know you'll figure out a way to do it and…."

She was nervous. "What is it?" I interrupted.

"Do you remember Elise? My friend you met after the show?"

Elise was the little blond who was so impressed with me. "The one with the long hair?"

"All the way down to her butt. Yeah, that's her. And remember all her friends, you thought they were cute?"

"Yes. Why?"

"They're coming over tonight. We're supposed to work on organizing a car wash for the Student Council. Anyway, they're all like me. They're kind of shy, but they all want to know about is sex."

This was getting interesting. "You want me to tell them about the birds and the bees?"

"Mm, no. More like show them."

Holy shit! What was this girl asking me to do? "Show them? How?"

"Don't freak out!" she said. "They don't know you're going to be here, and you don't have to do this. I just think they would really like to know the stuff that you know, the stuff you've been telling me. See, Elise has a boyfriend who wants to go all the way with her, but she's like me and wants to wait. They haven't even gotten to second base yet, because she's afraid he'll go too far. So, maybe if you could tell them, or show them, how to keep a guy, you know, happy, without actually having to do it."

I couldn't believe this. I was  being asked to court disaster on a grand scale. "Patti, are you sure they're not going to freak?" I said. "I don't need some minor crying to her Daddy and calling the police and…"

"No, no." she said, "It won't be like that. They're all eighteen, like me. And they all like you so much. Especially Elise, she can't stop talking about you." The doorbell rang. "They're here. Will you do it? You don't have to do more than you want."

"I'm not exactly sure what you want me to…?"

"I don't know either!" she said, giving me a kiss. "We'll figure it out. Please? They're my best friends."

"Okay." I said.

"Good. Now go upstairs and lie down on my bed, and I'll bring them up."

I ran upstairs and did as I was told. I laid down on her bed, pushing away a few stuffed animals, and tried to look as casual as possible. Downstairs I could hear the giggles of young girls, as they all arrived. I could barely make out what Patti was saying to them, something about how to keep their boyfriends happy. Then I heard a rumble of feet as they all came upstairs. The door opened and five girls entered, startled to see me laying on the bed. They all stared at me. I felt like a stuffed pig on display.

Patti elbowed her way in. "Okay so you all know Mark and he said he could help  you."

Elise looked petrified. "Help us what?" she said.

"I told you." said Patti. "He'll tell you anything you want." And then she added. "Or do anything you want."

"Anything we want?" said one girl nervously? "What does that mean?"

"Girls, don't be scared." I said. "I thought Patti was a little crazy when she asked me to do this, too. If you want to go or if you want me to go, just say so."

Nobody said anything. The girls just continued to stare at this man laying in the bed of their friend.

Patti continued. "Mark and I have been having sex." The girls nearly jumped out their skin at that. "But not all the way! I mean, we've been doing things, and he's been teaching me things, and he's really sweet and - he's got a really nice body." Patti blushed at this part, and a few of the girls giggled.

"Patti! I can't believe you!" said one of them, a red-haired girl with freckles and kinky hair. "Does Alan know?"

They all giggled. "No," said Patti. "Nobody knows except you. So shut-up, okay? Does anybody want to leave? No? Okay, so ask him stuff! Go ahead."

The girls stood nervously, waiting for somebody to say something. Finally, the little red-head said, "He does have a nice body." The other girls shooshed her, as if speaking were not allowed. Or at least, speaking so plainly. One girl closed the bedroom door and locked it, terrified that they might get caught. Another girl, a cute brunette chewing bubblegum, sat right on the bed, drawing gasps from the girls. "I saw your commercial." she said, "You were funny. My sister said she went to school with you, but I didn't believe that you went to our school. Was that fun, doing that commercial?"

Teenage small talk. Patti had done it, and now these girls were doing it. Talking about simple things, pretending not to be having the lustful thoughts welling up inside.

"Yeah, it was fun." I said. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" I wanted to get right down to business.

"Yeah. Sort of. He's a jock. He plays JV baseball." she hesitated, then said, "Do all guys want is sex?"

"Yes." I said, and all the girls laughed. "Well, sure they want sex." I continued, "but for guys it's less about loving your partner than it is about hormones. I can tell you that when I was a teenager I would have said anything to a girl, even 'I love you', if I thought I could get sex." All the girls nodded, finally getting confirmation of something they'd been guessing all along. "But that doesn't mean the guy doesn't sometimes mean it. Sometimes sex is all a guy needs to clear his head. Guys are much better at telling the truth after they - have an orgasm."

The girls shifted around nervously at the word "orgasm", and I knew none of them had seen a guy cum.

Elise seemed particularly uncomfortable. "So, Patti," she said, "did you guys really have sex?"

"Uh-huh." said Patti. I guessed that Elise was probably a little jealous. Patti  picked up on this, too, and decided to move things along, and to get Elise more involved. "Haven't you all ever wanted to just touch a guy? I mean like, anywhere you wanted? But you couldn't because you know the guy would try to rip your clothes off? Mark will let you, and he won't do that." Patti looked at me, and I nodded at her, to let her know that this would be okay. The girls were wide-eyed. Patti had guessed correctly that they had all had the same fantasy of touching a guy freely, without worrying that he'd become some sort of mad rapist. "Elise, you go first." Patti continued.

I could see that Elise wanted to touch me, but she was too nervous. "You first." she said to Patti, as if she were calling a dare. All the girls seemed to think this was great idea, so Patti crawled onto the bed with and began touching my face and chest, slowly working her hand down my stomach to my thigh and leg. The girls were amazed at how freely her hand moved about my body. Finally she placed her hand directly over my bulge. The girls were impressed, and envious. Patti had a man she could do anything she wanted with.

"I'll try." said the red-head, getting anxious. She copied Patti's movements, but more quickly, anxious to touch me "there". When she got to the part where she was supposed to touch my bulge the girls all leaned forward. She bit her lip, and cupped her hand over my crotch. The girls giggled.

"Okay, let me show it to you." said Patti, unzipping my fly. The red-head immediately jumped off the bed, as if a lion were about to jump out of my  pants. Patti, unbuttoned my pants and let out my soft cock. I was excited, but too nervous for a real erection. Patti held it in her soft hand, displaying it for all the girls.

"Now it's soft, and you know guys can get it hard." said Patti, holding my cock like a biology specimen. "But they like when you get it hard for them. It's quicker that way, and they don't all anxious sitting next to you with a hard-on in their pants. It's better if you, like, take it out right away."

The girls just stared. Elise was particularly uncomfortable. The brunette just popped her gun, and the red-head was grinning from ear to ear. The other two girls were just blushing, but seemed fascinated.

"Okay," Patti, continued, "here's how you make it hard. What you shouldn't do is jerk it too hard when it's soft, 'cause it hurts the guy. Just sorta play around with it like this." Patti began expertly rolling her fingers around my cock. It felt nice and I started to stiffen. "See, it's getting hard already. It feels really cool to hold it when it's getting big."

"Can I try?" said the red-head. Patti moved aside, and the girl tentatively took my cock in her little hand, and squeezed. She was very pretty, with such an open, happy face, so eager and young looking. The moment she grabbed my cock it jumped to life and grew to full size in seconds. The red-head was thrilled. "Can I pull harder now?" she said, and I nodded yes. She squeezed a little harder and gave me a couple of rough jerks. I moaned a bit, and the girls laughed.

"See, he likes it." said Patti. "And as long as you're doing this he isn't trying to rip your clothes off or anything. He's happy. Okay, somebody else try."

The brunette was next, the other two girls. They each ran their little fingers all over my cock, weighing, feeling its smoothness, testing its elasticity. Only Elise didn't try. She was still nervous, but showed no sign of wanting to leave, and never took her eyes off me.

"Now, the best way to know how to jerk a guy off, is to watch him do it a little himself." said Patti. "Some guys won't even admit that they masturbate, like it's some weirdo thing, but Mark's older and he doesn't care if you know. If you want to watch a younger guy do it you can't really ask him, you have to do this." Patti took my hand and placed it on my cock. My hand instinctively wrapped around the shaft and started stroking.

I jerked off for the girls, who stood around my bed and watched with open mouths. "See how he puts one hand under his balls?" said Patti. "They like to feel pressure there. And see how he squeezes harder on the bottom of the shaft? That's 'cause the head is real sensitive. Another thing they'll like is if you show them some skin while they jerk off." Patti unbuttoned her blouse to demonstrate, allowing me a glimpse of her pale boobs cupped inside a pink bra. She was right - I liked it, and pumped a little hard. "See? She said. Now somebody else." The red-head stepped forward, giggling, and unbuttoned her pants. She opened them up just enough for me to see her taught tummy over pretty blue panties. "That's it!" said Patti, "Flash a little." Then all the girls, except Elise, exposed a little something, a breast, a thigh, some underwear. I was getting seriously turned on, but I tried not to pump too hard. I didn't want to come yet. I had a feeling the lesson wasn't over.

"Okay, enough of that." said Patti, pulling my hand away. "Who wants to see Mark naked?" All the girls smiled, even Elise. "Guys like it when you take their clothes off. It puts you a little more in control of what's going on."

"Let Elise do it!" said the red-head, and the other girls agreed. Elise was stunned, but I could see she was turned on by watching me stroke my cock. I could see that she wanted to touch me. Patti let her over and together they pulled down my pants. "You do the underwear." said Patti. Elise pulled off my shorts, her eyes glued to my cock the whole time.

Then she slipped off my shirt, and I could feel her fingers lingering over my arm and chest muscles. I decided to take a chance, and get her more involved. I took her hand, placed it on my shoulder and said, "It feels nice." Elise stared into my eyes, not daring now to look down.

I then moved her hand down my chest, over my stomach, and right onto my cock. The whole time she kept her eyes on mine. I held her hand and began guiding it over my cock, helping her to jerk me off. "That feels very nice." I said. I let go, and she continued to stroke me. I took her head in my hands, pulled her face to mine, and gave her a long, deep kiss.

The other girls all sighed, and demanded a turn. One by one they stood in front of me, held my cock, and let me kiss them.

"Okay, now lie down." Patti commanded, and I did. She turned to the red-head, whose name was Gerri. "Okay Gerri, go do whatever you want."

Gerri was more than a little eager. "He does have a nice body." she said. "I think I like kissing you." She kissed me again, letting her hand run down to my cock. We necked for a while, then Patti pulled her away and gave the other girls a chance. I made-out with all of them, even Elise started getting into it.

"Okay, I'm pretty wet." said Gerri, giggling, and all the girls blushed. "What's next?"

"Can I try something?" said the brunette, popping her gum.

"Sure." said Patti.

The brunette climbed up on the bed and kissed her way down my stomach. When she got to my cock she took out her gum and held it on one hand, and took me in her mouth. The other girls gasped. Christ it felt being dipped in cream! She sucked and slurped like crazy, not really knowing what she was doing, but learning fast.

Of course the other girls all wanted a turn, so they each sucked me off, some biting a little, one using too much tongue, one not enough spit. But with a little instruction from me and Patti they all quickly became good little cocksuckers.

I wasn't going to last much longer, and Patti knew it. But she wanted to teach them one more thing. "Now, if a guy absolutely wants to, you know, "do it", you can still let him kind of do it. Let me show you. Patti took off her pants and her underwear, which made the girls a little uncomfortable again, but just for a moment. Things were progressing too fast for them to complain about immodesty. Patti jumped up on the bed and spread her legs. She guided me over, and placed my cock on top her pussy. I began to pump back and forth, not entering her, but gliding over her cunt. Patti began to squirm, and I knew she was as turned on my this whole thing as I was. "You see?" she said breathily. "If you guide his cock over your pussy he can feel you, but you're not really having intercourse."

The girls watched me "fuck" Patti for a few minutes. Patti was clearly enjoying herself. Finally Geri said, "Do we get a turn, too?"

"I wasn't sure you'd want to." said Patti. "Okay." Patti crawled off the bed, reluctantly. Gerri peeled off her jeans and blue panties. Her pussy hair was also red, and very fine and wispy. She laid down on the bed and, copying Patti, placed my cock over her cunt, which was very wet. I slid across her lips and she began to moan and squirm. 

I did all the girls. One by one they stripped and spread for me, and I taught them how to slide a guy's cock across their pussy.

Elise was last. She stared into my eyes the whole time, and I thought I saw something there like love. Elise had feelings for me, I could see that. Maybe they were only puppydog, teenage feelings, but they were strong. She turned around to pull of her pants, suddenly very shy. I could see goosebumps up and down her arms, and she was shaking. "Okay," I thought, "Maybe we're going too far her."

"Elise, you don't have do this." I said, touching her lightly on her arm.

Her back was still to me, and she was naked but for white panties and bra. She had a nice shape, not as round as the other girls, but thin and attractive. "You're beautiful, Elsie." I said. I touched her back and instinctively ran my hand down her spine, which was a bit more pronounced than the other girls' She straightened at my touch, and I hear her gasp for air. I rubbed her back a bit more, and she relaxed, pressing against my hand, wanting more. I massaged her shoulders and worked my way down to her lower back, placing my hands just above the waistband of her panties. I held my hands there, and kissed her on the back of her neck.

"Oooooooh." she moaned, swooning back.

The other girls were watching intently. Until now we had just been having "sex".  What I was doing to Elsie, with the gentle massage and kind words, was more like "making love".

I unhooked Elsie's bra, and let it fall to the floor. She raised her arms up, covering her breasts. Then I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. As I did I placed kisses down her back, her ass, and behind her knees. She nearly fainted. I turned her around. She had her eyes closed. I laid her back on the bed and lay on top of her. I spread her legs, placed my cock on top of her pussy and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

"Oh my God." said one of the other girls, a lump of lust in her throat. I noticed now that all the girls were making furtive rubs over their nipples and pussies.

"Girls." I said. "I want you all to touch yourselves. Go on."

It didn't take much to convince them. While I slid my cock over Elsie's body, four teenage girls thrust fingers into their panties and masturbated.

Elsie squirmed beneath me, kissing me on the lips the face, the neck, the chest. She even bit my ear. I could hear the other girls getting turned on by what they were seeing. Two came immediately. Patti was doing well, getting very close, but Gerri was having problems, her fingers were fumbling all over her pussy, and she even cried out in pain once. I don't think she had ever done it before. "Patti," I said, "help Gerri." Patti looked me, unsure of what I meant. "She's hurting herself. I'd really like you to help her." I urged. I could see that Patti wasn't really into it, but I think she wanted to please me, so she tentatively reached over to Gerri and placed a hand on her thigh.

"What are you doing?" said Gerri, moving away suddenly.

"Gerri, it's okay," I said, "Just look at me." Gerri looked at me, her eyes moving over my body, hovering and thrusting above little Elise. "Okay, Patti, go ahead." I said.




Teaching Patti Ch. 7



Patti, still a little unsure herself, spread Gerri's knees, and Gerri let her. Gerri's panties had a dark, wet stain in the crotch, and were a little imbedded between the folds of her lips. Patti took a moment to examine her friend's body, rubbing her thumbs along the inner thighs, then tugged at the panties and lifted them out of her slit. Gerri gulped as Patti moved her fingers inside her friend's underwear, and began rubbing. Patti grimaced a bit, not too happy about touching another girl's pussy, but as Gerri started to moan and buck Patti developed an enthusiasm for the job and rubbed harder. Patti inserted a finger in her friend's cunt, and Gerri screamed, cumming hard. "Nuuuhhhhhhh!" she exploded. Then Patti jumped onto the bed and stuck her finger in my mouth so I could taster Gerri's cunt.

I was still rolling my cock over Elise's pussy, and the girl's head twitched around something fierce and she writhed in pleasure. She stared at me as she came, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Patti whispered in my ear. "I think Elise loves you." I smiled. Then Patti, put her finger in her own pussy, wiggled it around, and placed it in my mouth. As I tasted her sweet nectar she whispered, "I love you, too."

Elise rolled off the bed and joined the other girls on the floor, all in a swoon. Patti and I kissed. "Thank you, Mark." she said. "I think it went well."

I looked down at the four naked girls, all beautifully spent and slippery with cum, and laughed. "I think so, too." I said, "Everybody looks done in."

"Everyone except us." said Patti. She was quiet for a moment. Then she just stared at me, hard, like she was looking into me, trying to see me more intimately than anyone ever had before.

"What is it?" I asked.

Patti laid me on my back, my softening boner pointing to the ceiling. She took me in her warm mouth and sucked me hard again. The girls peeked up from the floor to see what was happening. Patti then straddled me, pushing her pussy against my shaft, jerking me off against her labia. Then she laid down on my chest, her hole stretched above the head of my cock. I could feel her pussy hair on the tip of my prick, and I could smell her pungent sex. She lowered herself just a bit, just enough so my prick pushed against her pussy lips. I could feel her juice running down my shaft. She wiggled her hips and lowered herself a bit more, until the head of my cock pushed open the folds of her cunt and entered. She whispered in my ear one more time. "Go in me, Mark."

The other girls all watched as I lifted my ass up, and felt my prick push past her folds and into her tunnel. I pushed a little more and went deeper inside, stopping at the hymen. "God!" said Patti, squeezing the pillow under my head.

"Is she okay?" asked Elsie.

"She needs help." I said. "I need you all to push her ass down."

All four girls placed their hands on Patti's ass, and pushed and pushed and pushed, and I rocked and rocked and rocked, until finally I felt Patti's hymen rip, and my cock went deep inside her. "OOOOOH!" screamed Patti, a dribble of  blood coursing down her thigh. I grabbed her ass myself now, and wiggled my  cock inside her, making room. "OH---MY---GOD---!" screamed Patti as I rocked her pussy up and down. Her twat muscles squeezed my cock harder, drawing me in deeper.

After a while I turned her over, and lay down on top of her, crushing her soft  tits, and pumped her lovely little cunt. "It hurts....!" she said, but grabbed my ass and pulled me in harder. Her eyes were closed and her face was scrunched up in pain and pleasure.

"Say it!" I said. "Say it!"

She opened her eyes, full of tears, and said in a tiny voice, "Fuck------me--------Mark!"

And that was all I needed. "Christ! I'm coming!" I said, trying to pull out, but Patti wouldn't let me. She slapped my ass and pulled me down.

"Come in me! Come in me!" she said, trying to slap my ass. But it was hard for her to reach around. So I grabbed Elise's hand, and slapped it against my ass. The girls all got the idea, and all began slapping my ass. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I took Gerri's hand, wet her finger in my mouth, and guided it towards my  asshole. She resisted, but I held her firm, until I could feel her finger first tickle around, then penetrate my anus. "CHRIST!" I said, exploded deep inside little Patti.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Patti screamed, cumming with me. "YESSSSSSSS! AHHHHHHH!" She shuddered and quivered and kicked her legs, until we both collapsed. Gerri's finger popped out my ass. The girls all fell on the bed with us and we five lay there, breathing heavily, our sweaty bodies slick with cum, my softening cock still inside Patti's pussy.

"Wow." said Gerri. Elise was smiling. The girls all started chatting, "She really did it!" "That was incredible." "I can't believe this!" they all said.

I looked Patti in the eyes. "Are you okay?" I said. She smiled at me, a more grown up, womanly smile. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I love you, too."

And I meant it.

A few days later "Godspell" closed, and I went back to New York. Patti and I didn't say goodbye, it would have been too painful.

Luckily she never got pregnant, and her friends never told anyone about that delirious day of sex.  Who'd believe them?

Years later my sister told me that Patti and Alan dated for a while before breaking up, and then I didn't hear anything else about her.

I never forgot Patti, and always meant to call her, but it would be ten years before I saw her again. I had gone back to Connecticut for my twentieth year high school reunion, and saw Patti in a local shopping mall. She was pushing a baby carriage and had a five year old boy with her. She was married now, and very happy. I told her about my own marriage and kids over lunch, and we had a lovely time catching up and chatting. I was thrilled to see that our experience together was a positive one for her.

"I was worried," I said, "that I might have ruined you or damaged you or..."

"Mark." she said, shushing me. "It was perfect. You were the perfect 'first' one, don't you know that? I'll never forget you."

"Thank you." I said. Then I added, "Sweetie."

She smiled, a slightly lascivious smile, then her little boy interrupted with "Mommy can I watch TV?" Patti looked at her watch and said, "I have to go."

We kissed good-bye. On the cheeks. We hesitated, thinking there should be more to say. She turned to leave, but stopped, turned back and said, "Mark, do you remember that picture of you? The one you stuck behind the lumber rack at  school?" I had shown in to her one night during rehearsal. It was the photo of me in high school that I placed there twenty years ago, and had become a sort of time capsule artifact.

"Sure." I said, "But I doubt it's still there. Someone must have cleaned out the place years ago."

"It might be." she said.

"What about it?" I asked.

"I remember when you showed it to me, how sad I felt."

"Why's that?"

"Because, there you were in the photo, a teenager, just like me." she said. "Only you weren't that same kid anymore, you were this gown-up guy. Don't get me wrong, I loved the grown-up guy, but it made me sad that, that---"

"That we weren't the same age." I said. "I know. It would have been nice to have known each other like that, too."

"Right." she said.

Then she kissed me once on the lips, said, "Good-bye, Mark" and walked away, pushing her baby carriage through the mall.

After the reunion some of us went wandering through the halls of the old school. I popped into the theatre, inhaling that glorious sawdust and glue smell. I stuck my hand behind the lumber rack and found my old photo, and something else -- another photo. Of a young girl. It was Patti, when she was a student. I looked at those two little faces, a boy and a girl, two kids, both so bright and so open, ready for the world.

"What a nice couple." I thought.

THE END