Chapter 2
She lowered her head again, this time taking the mushroom-shaped tip between her lips, letting her tongue roll around on it, letting it press against the sides of her mouth.
He seemed to respond a little, so she looked up.
"Johnny, do you want to get laid? I mean, do you really want to get your ashes hauled, no shit?"
His eyes widened.
"What's the matter, haven't you ever heard a girl talk like a person before?"
He laughed. "Well, you keep surprising me."
"Yeah, fine, you keep surprising me. You start out being an ass-hole, and now you're starting to be human. What gives?"
"Hey, what do-"
She held up her hand.
"Johnny, it was a compliment, I promise, I wouldn't lie to you. But getting back to the question at hand, I was asking, because if you really do, and you don't want to fuck around with any stupid games, let's go up to my room and do it right. My dad's away on a trip and my mother won't be home till late."
"What about your sister?"
"Fuck my sister! Never mind, I know you'd like to, I was just kidding. Don't worry about my sister, all right?"
He shut up and let her lead him by the hand up the staircase to her bedroom.
"What's your dad do anyway? This is a nice house."
"Oh I get it, you never thought that I'd live in a place like this, huh."
"No ... well, I mean, your sister dresses ... I mean...."
"Right. They let her live here, and they'd stick me in the barn out back, right?"
"No, listen, I didn't mean anything."
"Oh, I guess it only sounded that way. Look Johnny, I'm gonna level with you. You might not like this, what I'm going to say, but I feel obligated as a fellow human being to inform you. Are you listening?"
He nodded. She nodded with him.
"That's what you do best."
"What?"
"Nodding. As opposed to opening your mouth and attempting to communicate with language. As a speaker, you make a great nodder."
He looked confused.
"You also have a great confused look about you."
His look of confusion deepened.
She gently placed her hands on his arms, slid them down to his wrists and held him.
"Look, don't pay any attention to me, all right. I've got a smart mouth that I can't ever seem to control. You ought to know about having things that you can't control, right?"
He looked hurt. She pushed him backwards so that he fell onto the bed before he could look too hurt.
"Look, don't play this 'Poor Pitiful Me' routine too hard, it's already getting old."
She then unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers all the way off.
He was wearing bikini briefs ... unquestionably designed for men ... nonetheless, the self-consciousness of the style, when he had no reason to expect that anyone other than his mother and himself would see them, amused her. But she was careful not to laugh. This was not what one did when one was trying to stiffen a cock.
"Now, just relax, and I'll get those things off ... " she said soothingly as she slid them down his legs.
He lay back on the bed, watching her intently, a little like the way you keep your eye on a snarling Doberman at a stranger's house.
But she'd pulled in her fangs. Something about Johnny's helplessness and his obvious discomfort had touched a nerve of some sort in her, and she felt like nurturing. She also felt like getting laid, but as she'd often pointed out to her sister, the two were not mutually exclusive.
She noted that Johnny's cock had already gotten somewhat larger, just from the contact she'd made with it pulling his undershorts off.
That was encouraging.
She leaned over his prone body and started to unbutton his shirt now.
His chest was hairy, but not to simian proportions. Merely nice and masculine. To be honest with herself, she had to admit that he had an attractive appearance about him. She could easily remember far worse bed partners.
She removed his shirt and carelessly dropped it to the floor. Then she rose up on her knees and gazed down at him as he sprawled out beneath her on the bed.
"You know, you're not too bad looking. How come I always thought you were an ass-hole before?"
He looked angered by her crack, but before he could say anything, she reached down between his legs and started to rub at his cock.
She had a deft, light touch, and the second her fingertips touched the glans, she saw his entire body lurch upwards as his eyes closed and he lay back, content to postpone his indignation so long as she was willing to do what she was doing.
"You poor boy," she said soothingly, "doesn't anyone care enough about you to treat your cock the way it should be treated?"
"Well...."
"Save it. I know how much loving you get from Mary Ellen. Not fucking much, right? Am I right? Huh? Am I right, or aren't I?"
He looked annoyed. "Yeah, you're right," he allowed at last, but she felt his cock starting to wilt again.
Damn! Just when she was making a little progress, too.
"You've got a complex that won't quit, you know that? I mean, make one little joke about you and you right away go into a catatonic trance. At least your cock does. What the fuck gives?"
She saw that he actually looked embarrassed.
"Hey, am I giving you a rough time? Is that the problem? You think I'm giving you a rough time?"
He sighed, sat up and pushed her hand away from his crotch.
"Maybe I'd better go." He said it with deadly seriousness all high school men brought to their discussions with and about women.
She laughed.
"Maybe ... but I kind of doubt it." She'd just be making him. That was, after all, still the mainline reason for this entire affair.
She stared him right in the eyes and, letting her tongue stick out just a little and rest on her bottom lip in a provocative manner, she slowly unbuttoned her short cut-off jeans.
She never wore any underpanties, and when she pulled the zipper down, she didn't even have to check to see whether or not there was any of her pubic bush exposed. She knew there was, and furthermore, she knew that Johnny was staring right at it.
Or, at least, he'd already glanced down at her crotch once, and then had quickly looked away, lest he be blinded by some impure sight or something.
She just pulled her shorts down slowly, exposing more and more of her bush, smiling wordlessly at him all the while.
Johnny's eyes once more flickered down to her crotch and this time they lingered there a little longer before turning away.
"What's the matter," she taunted easily, "are you afraid that you'll see something your mother wouldn't want you seeing?"
He knew that she was toying with him.
She knew that he knew it.
And they both knew that if he didn't put his clothes on right then and stalk out of the room, he was never going to do it, and the afternoon would be hers, on whatever terms she wanted.
She wasn't sure of him, even then.
He seemed to be slobbering over the fact that a girl was making herself naked in his presence, just for him, and solely for the purpose of fucking his eyes out. In fact, if she had anything to worry about, it was the fact that he was so staggered by the brazenness of her actions. She was confident that once the full weight of the situation settled onto his shoulders, he'd be going nowhere. CHRIST!
This was a chance to get laid! No man passed that up! Even if the girl was ugly. Being gorgeous, as she knew damn well she was, simply made it all the more unthinkable that he'd bolt.
Of course, all this assumed that he would catch on pretty quick to the full implications of the situation, and she was just beginning to suspect that Johnny Swanson didn't catch on to too fucking much of anything quick.
A sort of dim bulb, you might say. Maybe somewhere around a brick or two shy of a full load.
He wavered. She could see him thinking (and she could also see the effort that it cost him), see his face scrunch up in confusion, and so, just to help him out, she lowered her shorts a little further.
Seeing that he was intently studying the newly exposed parts of her thighs, as well as the by now fully revealed triangle of thick, kinky black hair, she lay back on the bed and worked her cut-offs down the rest of her slender legs, till they dangled from the end of one toe.
She waved her jeans in front of Johnny's face.
"Would you please take these from me, Johnny?" she asked in her sexiest voice. "I do feel so much better when I can just ... sort of
'get comfortable' with a friend."
She bit her bottom lip, and licked her tongue along the edge of it while she stared at his cock.
During the course of removing her shorts, she'd managed to spread her legs wide. She now closed her thighs just a little bit.
"My goodness, would you look at me ... spreading my body all over the damn place, opening myself up disgracefully."
She glanced at him.
"Unless, of course, you find that you aren't offended by the sight of a lady's genitalia ... hmmmm? Tell me Johnny, what does that do to you? What does it feel like to look at a wide open pussy? To stare at pink shiny flesh and know that it's just a photograph? Isn't it much nicer to look at the real thing? Or don't you know about that?"
She'd already taken him far beyond language. He was rapidly becoming reduced to a babbling wreck, incapable of anything other that staring wordlessly at the vision that was taking shape before his eyes, and letting the occasional drop of drool slip from his opened mouth.
She spread her thighs open again. "I do believe you enjoy watching me do this, Johnny. Am I right? Of course I'm right. You like it, don't you? You like to see my pull my pussy lips apart, to slide my fingers up through my slit, like this ... OOOOOOOOO, I'm wet, and I'm hot, and I feel so soft, and comfortable. I'll just bet your cock would love to feel how soft and hot and wet I am...."
She was enjoying herself, and just watching him dissolve was a turn-on in itself. On top of that, she had a rich history of masturbating (she had a philosophy that there was no conceivable situation that would prevent a determined woman from masturbating, should she prove determined in her efforts, which she, at least, always was), and as she touched herself more and more, she felt a tingling in between her legs, felt her clitoris starting to get erect and felt her juices starting to flow from deep within her body. She always had a wet pussy. When she became aroused, it turned absolutely sopping, like a drenched sponge.
Johnny seemed to be sagging a little now ... all except that hose between his legs. That seemed to be getting more and more assertive, with every word she spoke. She couldn't help it ... she was starting to get very, very horny for Johnny Swanson's cock, and by the very nature of its steadily stiffening condition, she could tell that he was getting quite horny for her cunt.
"Don't you want to fuck me, Johnny? You don't really take me seriously when I have a little fun with you, do you? You aren't just a humorless nurd, are you?"
By now, she had three fingers buried inside her pussy and was already starting to notice a slurping sound as she started working them in and out of her hole.
"Can you hear that?" she asked him. In the silence, she made a particularly forceful plunge between her pussy lips, and sure enough, there was a loud SPLOSH as she split through the center of her cunt, spreading her walls to either side and literally splashing juice all over her hand.
"Did you hear that? Just think, Johnny, that could have been your cock. Wouldn't you love that?"
It was obvious by now that Johnny Swanson wasn't going anywhere. It was also obvious that he still regarded her with a mixture of blind fear and utter mistrust. She saw that if anything was going to come of this, it would have to involve a little initiative on her part.
Holding his gaze with her eyes the way the pole holds a compass needle, she slowly worked her way up the bed, straddling his body with her spread thighs. He couldn't pull his gaze away from her. Closer and closer she moved, working her thighs over his well muscled thighs, up across the solid plain of his stomach, on up past his well developed chest, all the while running her fingers in and out of her wet slit and pulling on her lips from time to time, flashing glimpses of wet pink meat for him to gaze upon and drool over.
"You know what I'd like you to do, Johnny, that is if you don't have any problems with it ... sometimes guys are too hung up to enjoy doing it, but I'd sure love it if you would."
"S-s-s-sure," he stammered, "what'd you h-have in mind?"
She move closer and closer to his face, until his nose was literally rubbing through her pubic patch.
"Guess."
"Oh ... well, sure. That'd be great," he said and to her enjoyment, he quickly stuck his tongue directly in her slit.
"Oh, that's grand, Johnny, that really is grand. You have a good touch."
Actually, she was just saying that. He was something like a cross between a great Dane and a St. Bernard, and with each stroke of his tongue, he seemed determined to cover as much territory as he possibly could.
He'd never seemed to have heard of the notion that 'less was more' either. Hard. That's the way to describe the tension he applied to her clit. Hard, and brutal.
But in his own clumsy way, he was having an effect on her all the same. She had to admit that she couldn't remember when she'd had the honor of initiating a virgin before.
Johnny seemed so eager, yet so frightened, it seemed to take her normal sense of humor away, or at least soften it so that it would strike him as being so cruel. She could tell that he had zero in the way of self-confidence. Which, considering the experience he'd had, and the technique he was exhibiting, wasn't so out of place.
But she would show him. Assuming there was going to be any continuation of this situation. Not now. You should never try to show a first timer where he's wrong. He's excited enough about doing it at all. You should never point out that he knows next to nothing. That a can opener would be considered gentle compared to him. Not good form. Not if the ultimate goal was to get his cock into her cunt and get his balls to shoot off in her. That was about as far as anyone was justified in looking with a first timer. They just didn't have the ability or the know-how for it to be any better.
It didn't matter to Patsy. She enjoyed the fact that the juices that were being lapped up by Johnny's tongue right now were the first pussy juices that he'd ever tasted. It gave her a tingly thrill all through her body.
Then, he seemed somehow to isolate her clitoris, and must have known enough to know that it was meant to be the center of attention.
He crudely pulled her lips apart and started to home in on the tightly gathered bud of nerves, licking harder and harder across it, but it was just too much, and she soon was able to feel almost nothing.
Finally, she could stand it no more.
'Johnny," she said, and he stopped what he was doing to look up at her.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Johnny, there's something I have to tell you."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Well ... I hate to see all that energy going to waste. You know what I mean? I mean, you're trying real hard, and you've got the right idea, but you could score a lot more directly if you just eased up a little."
"Huh?"
"Right. Ease up a little."
"Oh. I guess I was a little too much for you, huh?"
"No ... please, I'd hate for you to go thinking something like that. Actually it's kind of the other way around, but just keep in mind, the lighter you do it, the better it is for me."
"I don't get it. That's your clit, right?"
"Oh honey, it sure is."
"Well, that's what does all the feeling, right?"
"Sure. When it's stimulated right."
"Okay, so what am I doing wrong?"
She sighed. Already, she could tell that the mood had been broken for him. It wasn't surprising. Most guys didn't care if the girl got off on it or not. It was really difficult to find a guy that not only cared about the girl's pleasure, but also knew how to do something about it.
"Look, Johnny, don't take this personally, all right. It's not your fault. You've just never licked a clit before. So, I'm just telling you, there are things you can do that make it a lot more enjoyable for all involved. Hey, look at it this way. Wouldn't you like to be able to make a woman quiver and shake, and wrap her legs around your back and scream and scratch you, and go crazy with quivering, mind-shaking lust?" , He thought about that a moment.
"Well, sure, I mean, I guess so...."
"Good. There's hope. Now look, here's what I can guarantee you. You listen to a few things that I have to tell you about licking clits, and about cunts in general, and I promise you, you'll be getting a reputation around school as a first rate lover, and I mean faster than you'd ever have thought possible. You talk about having girls hanging off you. About having girls worship you. About having girls following you around, just begging for a little attention from you ... you want to have girls calling you up for dates? Well, just listen to me, how about it?" He looked glum.
"What are you saying, that I don't know what I'm doing?"
"Johnny, be truthful with me. Have you ever licked a cunt before? Have you ever been in bed with a naked woman before? Do you have the faintest idea what women's bodies are all about?"
He pouted a little.
"No," he said at last. "You know I haven't, and that I don't."
"Right. But that's why this is your lucky day. I knew it before I asked you into my bed, and I don't mind. I didn't expect you to know anything. You can't know about something till you've done it, right?"
"So, what do you want me to do?"
She grinned triumphantly. Maybe she'd be able to get her rocks off after all.
"All right, first, one thing you'd better learn and never forget. Women, despite everything you've ever learned, and everything that you've ever heard, love it. They love sex, they love having hands between their legs, they love orgasms, most of them masturbate, and they'd be only too glad to let guys fuck them except that they're afraid they won't know anything and hurt them."
"Come on, that's an exaggeration, isn't it?"
She leaned back, letting her clit poke through her cunt lips as she smiled at him.
"Maybe. But I'll tell you this. There's enough girls out there who really love to get fucked that you certainly don't need to be bothering with a little prick teaser like Mary Ellen Rogers."
"Boy, you really have it in for her, don't you."
"Johnny, she's a cunt. What do you need a tight-assed little twat like that for? It makes no sense. You're a handsome, sensitive guy. You've got a cock that would sink a battle ship if aimed right, and there are numberless women who would love to have it shoved up their cracks."
She could tell that her blunt talk, while still shocking him (he'd most likely never even been able to say 'damn' around the-likes of Mary Ellen Rogers), but he seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with it.
Fuck him, if he couldn't take a joke, she thought. Girls can talk bluntly as well as boys. Particularly if it's the girl who's doing the teaching.
She placed her fingers on either side of her lips, and pulled them apart, also pulling up with her hands.
That spread the soft fleshy membranes that smothered her clit in a protective sheath wide apart, letting the tiny tongue-like bud of nerves pop up fully erect and waiting.
The moment or two that she'd been talking to Johnny had allowed her to rest up a little, and the effects of his overwhelming onslaught had waned considerably.
Which meant that she was feeling an ache all through her body once more, an ache that seemed to be spreading out from a zero-point situated right on her clit.
She needed to have it treated, fast, and efficiently.
"Now, bring your tongue up to it, Johnny, but make it kind of still, and keep the tip in particular real stiff."
Johnny reached around with his hands and placed them on her fleshy but firm buttocks. She felt his fingers digging into her body as, charged by the emotion of the moment, he started to get carried away with himself again.
He pulled tightly on her backside, jerking her forward and crashing her into his waiting mouth.
"No, no, no," she cautioned, "not so hard. Just take it slow and easy."
"Well dammit," he said, "I've never heard of anything like this."
"Well dumb ass, who've you ever asked in your life? Your mother? Your sister? Mary Ellen?"
He looked sheepish. "All right, now what do you want me to do?"
"Well Johnny, what I want you to do is to drive me out of my mind with ecstasy, make me see stars, hear bells, talk to the universe."
He didn't get it.
"I want you to make me come, and if you do it right, you'll make all those things happen to me, and lots more besides."
He looked skeptical.
"It will, huh?"
"Sure will. And let me tell you, it isn't the easiest thing to make happen, which is why women are willing to do anything for a man who makes her body work the way it was meant to."
He frowned again, pondering this, and while he contemplated, Patsy took the opportunity to bring her pussy up to his lips again.
"Johnny," she said, noticing that he was being sullen again, "slip your tongue into my pussy, will you? Please."
He hesitated, so she pulled her lips apart. The sight of her ruby-tipped stiff clitoris buried right there in the middle of a patch of brilliant pink pussy meat broke down all his resistance, and as he glanced up to make sure that she was watching, he let his tongue slide out from between his lips.
She watched as it came closer and closer to her clitoris, closer, closer....
He touched it.
"Oh, yes ... that's nice Johnny, that's really nice. Real easy like that..just a faint feather touch."
He touched her clit, and then he pulled his tongue back, touched again, and once more pulled back.
When he did touch, it was scarcely a touch at all, with only the slightest bit of pressure.
Oh, if only he could know how delicious it feels, thought Patsy to herself. She often felt sorry for men. They only had about seven seconds of orgasmic potential, with the rest of the time primarily focused on trying not to come.
That was not the case with women, a fact for which she'd been forever grateful.
Women never had to worry about holding back. The only problem they had was whether or not the man would be able to do to her what she needed to have done.
The truth was, that as varied as her experience had been, she had to admit that she'd never been able to find a man that truly satisfied her. Not the least little bit.
There were guys who made her come, and there were guys who had big cocks who knew how to use them, and there were guys who could fuck for hours without coming ... but she'd never found a guy who'd left her totally satiated. She wanted, more than anything, to be able to find a man who would fill her, who would totally drain all the sexual tension out of her, after which she would not have to say "More, more, I want more...."
Thus far in her life, she'd become resigned to the fact that women were just able to take a lot more fucking than men could. It wasn't the kind of thing that she saw she was able to do much about, so she'd decided to not let it bother her.
But maybe ... just maybe ... if she could train a lover from scratch ... make him do exactly what she wanted....
It was just an idea, but she already was convinced that it would work. The only thing she wasn't sure of, was whether or not the boy whose head was between her legs right then was the one for her. Well, she thought, there was only one way to find out, and that was to keep on fucking.