"Put my legs a little higher," she said. She was looking at my cock enter her in the mirror. "So I can see."
I put her legs over my shoulders. Her cunt was upturned and parted. I pushed my cock inside of her, watching it sink into her. I could see her cunt lips closing around the shaft of my cock.
"Ohhh," Patti said. She watched me as I completed the insertion. "Is that what it looks like to fuck? Oh, God! It looks so big! It feels so good!"
I pushed myself in and out of her, watching my cock disappear then reappear as I pumped in and out. The closeness of her cunt, and the bizarreness of her mood and our strange fucking position all worked on my mind and body. Patti's cunt felt like molten lava: like a boiling pit of hot, sweltering sexuality. It felt good. Exciting. Better than I could ever remember it feeling.
"Tell me more," Patti said. "While I watch… tell me more…"
I closed my eyes and pushed in and out. Wave after wave of softness and pleasure washed across my cock. I pushed effortlessly in and out of Patti.
"There was one woman," I said. I closed my eyes and stood on my toes, pushing my cock in and out of her. My rhythm was slow, undulating, controlled. It had to be: I was too close to cuming to allow it to be otherwise.
"There was this one woman," I said again. "Her name was Diane… Diane Zim… never mind… just Diane."
"What did she look like?"
"Big girl… blond… big breasts…"
Patti moaned. "More."
"Diane liked sex only when it was dangerous," I said. "The danger of being caught had to be there or it wouldn't be exciting…"
"How?" Patti asked.
"I took her for a drink and dinner," I said. "A nice place… we had a table in the back… It wasn't very dark… but she… Diane, offered to… suck me off… there and then… at the table… in the restaurant…"
"Did she?" Patti gasped. My cock was sunk into her upturned cunt right down to the base. I could feel the crinkle of her cunt hair against my stomach. I withdrew and pushed in again.
"Yes," I answered. "She did… she slid under the table… took my cock in her mouth… and sucked me off until I came. It was so strange… exciting… that I came right away… in a few seconds…"
"In her mouth?" Patti asked. I felt her hand come down and touch my cock.
"Yes," I said. "She spit it out in a handkerchief… then came back up and finished dinner… as though nothing at all had happened…"
"Fuck me!" Patti said. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I did.
"Later," I continued, "at her apartment… we made love together… since I had already cum, she reasoned… we could do it her way."
"What way," asked Patti "was her way?"
"Similar to this," I explained. I pushed my cock in and out of her cunt, feeling my balls thump into the edge of the dresser top.
"Only on the bed," I continued. "I was on my knees… in between her legs… she had her legs hooked behind my hips… by my ass… She pushed herself up and down on my cock… asking me if I was ready to cum… She kept on asking me that…"
"Why?" she wanted to know. I could feel Patti's cunt tightening around my cock. She was close, I knew. Very, very close.
"I had to cum first," I said. "Before Diane could cum… I had to cum first…"
"I'm going to cum…" Patti said.
I pushed in and out, remembering with my words and with my body. My eyes were still closed, and I had a pain in my back from straining to push in and out of Patti. But I was close to cuming.
"Remember," I said, feeling my orgasm ready to burst. "I told you Diane could only enjoy sex if it was dangerous… well this was dangerous too… in a way. She wasn't taking any pills… no birth control devices…"
"Yes, yes eeeyess!"
"She wanted me to pull out of her cunt as I came," I said. "Just before… and cum all over her cunt…"
"Do it to meeee!" Patti moaned. "I'm cuming!"
I felt her cunt clutching at my cock, like a pump on the end of my organ. I could feel the back wall of the canal, as the tip of my organ rubbed against it.
"I pulled my cock out," I said. "And I shot ray sperm against her cunt…"
I was one stroke away from my orgasm. I pushed in and then pulled out, all the way. I put the tip of my wet cock up against Patti's open, exposed cunt.
I began to cum.
"My come shot out of my cock," I said, remembering Diane with my eyes closed. "Shot out in spurts… hot thick spurts of cum… splashing against her cunt… In her hair… against her clit… splashing on her fingers as she tried to hold my cock against her clit…"
Patti was moaning, now, screaming and cuming. She put her hand down on my cock, and I felt my cum splashing against her body.
"I can feel it," Patti said. "I can feel it!… Against my… on my cunt… Your cum… your juice… your sperm!"
I looked down at her with my eyes open. Her cunt was in the middle of a spasm, opening and closing I like a fist. My sperm was covering her cunt like thick cream: blobs of sperm, matting in her hair, clinging and dripping across her cunt.
Then she moved. Moved her fingers. With a finger of each hand, she opened the lips of her cunt and ex posed her clitoris. It was a small red bud in the middle of all that wetness.
"Cum on meeeee!" Patti said, exposing the clit for me.
I pressed my cock against it. The last of my sperm exploded and splashed against her clit. Hot, thick sperm, crashing, smashing, spurting, splashing against Patti's clit.
"OH GOD!" she screamed.
My back hurt and my legs began to give out. I leaned against the wall, and felt myself oozing down until I was sitting on the floor, next to the dresser.
I put my head back against the coolness of the wall and looked up.
Patti's legs were hanging down, over the edge of the dresser. From where I sat, I could see the round curve of her cunt. It was wet, and sperm dribbled down her legs.
For a long while I sat and watched, as the small rivers of cum dripped over the edge of the dresser and made a puddle on the floor. I couldn't believe it was Patti.
CHAPTER TEN
Somehow, Patti had talked me into doing it. I don't know how; her arguments were crazy and irrational. Yet the thought, the very idea was perversely exciting; exciting in a forbidden way. I think it was because she asked, because she wanted to do it, that I finally agreed. It was the new, different Patti. The sexual Patti.
After we had completed our fuck, Patti and I sat on the bed. She asked me to tell her about the rest of the women I had fucked. I read her my ad in Stud, and explained to her how you would go about placing an ad. The whole idea of sex ads turned her on in a way that I'd never seen before.
She asked me to tell her about ail of my sexual adventures; even the ones I had before I knew her. Not just the names of the women, but the intimate details. Patti wanted to know how I fucked them; how it felt; whether they enjoyed it; whether they had an orgasm or not. She even asked me to tell her what color cunt hair they had.
All the while I talked, she sat there on the bed, with her legs crossed, absolutely naked, and she was masturbating herself slowly with two fingers. With her other hand she was caressing my cock until she had reawakened my erection. I talked and she jerked both of us off.
We were talking about Kenneth Hill again, when she brought the subject up.
"Are you sure he didn't touch you?" Patti asked.
"No," I told her.
Her fingers worked in her crotch, and I heard the wet smacking noise of her cunt.
"Did you touch… him?" she asked.
"No. Of course not," I said. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know," she said. She seemed distracted, yet her fingers worked methodically. "It's exciting, I guess."
"How?" I asked.