Chapter 9

It was the middle of the afternoon when Patsy Martin sat cushioned by the pillows in the corner of her room. She looked across at her new visitors with a bemused expression on her face. The handsome but un-likely young couple had climbed over the back fence and knocked timidly on her door earlier and she had been more than happy to admit them into her back yard bedroom.

They sat locked in each other's arms, shyly glancing at each other from time to time, and Patsy realized that they were completely oblivious of her presence, although they tried to be polite about it.

Sally trembled as she felt Keith's fingers running lightly over her bare arm. She was wearing one of her short summer dresses, but underneath she had not bothered to put on anything at all to cover her tits and pussy. She felt deliciously naked and erotic as the material of her dress touched the tips of her nipples, and the magnetism between her and her handsome cousin was getting stronger rather than diminishing with time. He had brought her there next door to Patsy's not knowing where else to go. Sally had declared she could not stay a moment longer in the same house with Rusty, who still slept on, ignorant of his young girlfriend's wild fuck with her cousin on the living room couch.

Sally smiled gratefully back at Patsy, the young girl she had so hated and resented only a few short hours before. How everything had changed! And for the better, she thought ... definitely for the better. She had no thought for the future, only for the comfort she had found in her cousin's arms. They seemed to give a meaning to life that nothing else so far in her young years had given. They had explained everything to the young redhead, including Rusty's harsh fucking of her in the ass.

"But what are we going to do about Rusty?" Patsy heard the couple whisper to each other. Shortly afterward, she stood up and told them that she was going to leave them alone for a while.

"You two enjoy my pad," she declared. "My bed is your bed! Keith, you know where the grass is," she added with a wicked little wink as she went out the door.

After she had gone, Keith found several neatly rolled joints in the special box that Patsy kept for them. He took one out and lit it, and after taking a puff himself, handed it to Sally. Without hesitating, Sally accepted it. All her previous values had been shattered, she realized, and she would now have to find new ones. She felt open to experimentation, and trusting Keith implicitly she inhaled deeply, holding the blue smoke in her lungs as she had seen Keith do.

"It's nice...." she said slowly, as she felt a sudden euphoric lift. The room seemed to be slanting slightly, but it looked fine that way.

"Isn't it though?" Keith replied, moving toward her, and thinking of the cool nakedness of his young cousin's huge white tits beneath her dress. She really did look ripe for fucking-but then she had looked ripe for fucking ever since he had known her....

Next door in the Jones' house, Rusty had been awakened early by the ringing of the telephone. The caller was one of Sally's friends who had called up to ask if she wanted to go shopping.

Looking around him and suddenly recalling holding her down in front of him and fucking her in the asshole the night before, the teenage boy gruffly answered, "No ... she's sick!" and hung up. He suspected that this time he had gone too far with Sally ... much too far. There was absolute silence in the house, and obviously she hadn't gone to her friend's house. Where was she??? "What the hell made me do that to her?" he won dered out loud as he moved about the house looking for some sign, perhaps a note, telling him where his young girlfriend had gone. He was making all kinds of mental resolutions telling himself what he would do to make up for the wild fuck he had thrown into her in the heat of his anger. He felt a funny sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought that she might not want him back at all and not being here was her way of telling him to go home. What was worse, the memory of her bucking her hungrily milking young asshole back against his obscenely fucking cock, lustfully draining him of the last juices of his cum, set his blood pounding again. She was incredible, he thought. She was more ... much more than he had ever realized. There were depths to her personality that he had never bothered to seek out, and erotically, he had done nothing but scratch the surface of his young girlfriend's wild sensuality.

"What's a horse's ass I am!" he groaned as he hopped into the shower. Soon he would have to go home, his mother would be wondering where he was, but he had some time before then to try and find Sally.

He had already dressed when the doorbell rang.

"Patsy!" he cried. He had almost forgotten all about his brief meeting with the redheaded teenager at his friend's house the night before, and how it had indirectly led him to his harsh treatment of Sally in bed shortly afterward.

"Where's everybody?" he asked. "Are they at your place?"

Patsy stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. "As a matter-of-fact, they are," she replied truthfully.

She was wearing her brightly colored kaftan that reached midway to her suntanned thighs. Her bright coppery hair shone as she smiled sunnily at the bedraggled young man, and let herself drop on the living room couch.

"You look all out of it!" Patsy said, spreading her legs just the slightest bit more than before, so that she was sure that Rusty would be able to see high up beneath her kaftan. She knew that her redly gleaming pussy fuzz would attract his eye, and sure enough it did. He stared at the thin pink slit of her cunt for a long time, his face turning red.

"I ... I'm not feeling so hot...." he said. He wanted to ask the girl if she had seen Sally this morning, but a remnant of his boyish pride kept him from asking her. He wondered what she was doing there on Sally's couch showing him her nakedly spread cunt like that, and, distracted though he was, he could only conclude that she wanted to be fucked silly. He had heard that she liked cock a lot, and last night the idea would have been a lot more tempting to him than it was now. He couldn't stop thinking about Sally though, and he wanted the red-haired teenager to leave.

Patsy could see his dilemma. "I came over to talk to you about a few things," she said. "I bet you don't really know much about women, now, do you, Rusty?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he growled. Did she know something about him coming into Sally's house and fucking her in the ass?

"Come with me," she said suddenly, and grabbed his hand. "I've got something to teach you about girls."

Puzzled and still slightly angry, he followed her out the back door to the playhouse in the back yard.

"Now stand in front of me," she commanded, as inside she sat down on the soft foam rubber mattress where he had fucked Sally so often.

He followed her command and stood menacingly over her as though ready to slap her. Patsy looked up at him, a wicked little expression on her face.

"See, you're making your first mistake right now. Never get rough with a girl, for one thing!" she said, moving her finger upward. She touched his cock beneath his pants, and saw him jerk backwards away from her, but she reached out both arms and pulled his clothed cock and balls closer to her again, catching him so by surprise that he did not protest. "You won't get any pussy from a girl that way," she continued.

"What?" Her fingers were deftly pulling down his zipped fly, and suddenly they were searching inside to clutch at his painfully jerking cock. She pulled it out with an ease that Rusty could only assume had come from practice, and he looked down at her, his mouth gaping from shock, as the shameless redhead wickedly stroked the heavily throbbing length of his naked cock.

"I'm gonna suck your cock, Rusty," she declared. "Simply because I like to suck the cum out of boys' balls and swallow it while they watch my face."

Rusty's slowly rising cock gave an excited lurch in the teenage girl's hand at her lewd words, and he watched her lean forward, the auburn top of her head moving lower and lower as her tongue flicked out to lick wetly at his naked cock. He could feel wild sensations running through his prick as the girl grasped the heavily throbbing hardness between her fingers, drawing back the soft thin foreskin in a lewd little teasing motion that brought a loud moan from his lips. She continued the gentle skinning back and forth over his heavily pulsating cock. "Feel good fucking my fingers while I lick it?" she inquired, still licking up and down the now wetly glistening shaft. She pushed with her arms and spread his legs still wider as he stood before her. Her face was directly in front of his loins; now her moist, hungry lips hovered closer and closer to the tip of his painfully jerking cock.

She opened her lips and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddeningly teasing heat. Just then there was a loud wail from Patsy's house next door. Rusty's entire body responded to it and he started to say something, but just then the tip of Patsy's hot, saliva-slippery tongue circled the smooth rubbery flesh of the head of his cock. He groaned as she placed her other hand at the thickly throbbing base of his cock where it speared upward from his loins. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down with his hands and tangled them in the young redhead's hair, and fucked his cock into her hotly teasing mouth with the strength of a bull. The thick spongy cockhead rammed inside, crushing through her wet lips, between the pearly whiteness of her teeth and the hot, slick saliva of her mouth. It ran the full length of her tongue and imbedded itself far back against the tightly locked entrance of her throat.

Next door, through the thin walls and fence, he could tell that someone was fucking ... she had said that Keith was there ... maybe it was Keith fucking the piss out of one of Patsy's hot-cunted girlfriends. Maybe this hot little cunt would take him over there later and he could fuck the other girl too!

He temporarily forgot about Sally and concentrated on the intense sensation of Patsy's sensually ovaled lips as they nibbled and sucked in teasing little rhythmic undulations all around his heavily throbbing cock.

"Ooooooooooooh, your mouth is like hot melted butter! Like fucking a greased fist! Tighten your lips and suck my prick harder!" he hissed suddenly. He could hear loud groans and cries of fucking from the guest cottage next door now, and the very lewdness of hearing the sounds spurred him on. Nothing like another cunt to make you forget your troubles, he thought briefly as the swirling heat in his body raged through his system. His voice was coarse and thick with passion as he began to command the young girl imperiously, instructing her as to just how he wanted her sucking his cock. Patsy sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with a vengeance around and around the hugely throbbing cock head, fucking in and out of her tightly ovaled lips.

You prick, she thought, if you only knew who that was getting fucked silly next door. But she had set it up this way ... the perfect trap for his unsuspecting egotism. She sucked to end it now ... to end it soon, her head bobbing and bouncing up and down as she heard the mewling sounds of impending cum that were coming from his throat. He bucked wildly against her, and suddenly he spewed out his scalding white cock-juice between her tightly surrounding lips, pumping until it backfired out again and ran from the edges of her lips in thin white trails of warm, wet cum that dribbled obscenely down over her chin.

When it was over, Patsy wiped her cum-stained lips and looked pityingly up at Rusty. "Like it?" she asked. "Like watching me swallow your cum?"

"Oh, baby, you can bet on that!" he replied flippantly as the quiet of the day was suddenly split by a scream.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrgggggggg!" The unmistakable sounds of a wild cunt-flaring cum came in strangled grunts and groans from next door.

The young teenage boy's eyes lit up, as he replaced his saliva-drenched cock back in his pants.

"Want to get in on it?" Patsy asked, reading his mind. "She might give you sloppy seconds."

"Sure," Rusty replied eagerly. "She sounds like a wild, hot-to-fuck cunt. I wouldn't mind dipping my wick in that one bit!"