Even though I had just come, I knew that I was going to erupt again. My balls started making that familiar push and once again I came. Patrice kept on sucking, and this time, my semen was going straight into her mouth.
She continued to jack me and suck until I was completely spent. My second blast didn’t seem as strong to me as the first time that I came, but the feeling was much better since I was feeling her mouth and tongue on me this time.
As my balls emptied, I realized that I had my hands on the top of her head, pressing down as I was pumping my crotch upward. Before, Patrice only had my dick in her mouth just enough to cover the head. But now, she had nearly half of my cock in her mouth.
Was her mouth big enough for my entire cock? I had never seen my cock so big or thick before. It seemed nearly as thick as my fist!
But Patrice was bobbing her head in time with my hands, and I could feel her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock.
I let go of her head, and she continued bobbing up and down my cock. Finally she let it pop out of her mouth.
I could only think, "Wow! That’s fucking awesome!"
I didn’t know what to say to Patrice. I had definitely passed some sort of milestone that day, and she was the girl that had done it to me!
Patrice looked at her fingers, and saw my first come starting to dry on her fingers. She turned around and picked up a box of Kleenex from underneath the cocktail table. She licked at her hands, and used the tissues to get herself clean. Then she worked on the mess between my legs, using both her tongue and tissues.
Finally, we were both clean enough. She got up and looked at me.
"Jim?" she said, a bit of fear in her voice.
"Yes?" I answered, amazed that I could speak.
"Do you forgive me now? Or are you still mad at me?"
How could I be mad at this girl that just sent me to heaven and back? "I forgive you," I said.
"Could you… um…"
What did she want?
"Tell me what you want," I said, knowing my order would force her to verbalize what she wanted to say.
"Could you kiss me?"
Kiss her? At first, I was a bit grossed out. After all, I had just shot a load into her mouth, and she had used her tongue to clean me off!
Then I realized that she had already taken a complete load of my semen in her mouth, and she hadn’t made a single complaint!
When I didn’t immediately answer, she added, "When… um… I did Donny, he didn’t kiss me… and it made me feel so cheap… like a whore…"
Well, for giving me the best sensation in my young life, the least I could do is kiss her in return.
"I’ll kiss you. Stand up."
We both got to our feet. I moved my mouth close to hers and I kissed her.
This was different from before when she kissed me. I was the one making the move this time. Her head just stayed there. However, when my lips met hers, she tilted her head and opened her mouth. I opened mine in return, and our tongues played with one another.
I had been worried about the taste of semen in her mouth. It was a groundless worry. I sensed a bit of the chlorine aftertaste I associated with the smell of semen, but it was by no means overwhelming. In fact, the taste I noticed the most was the warm saltiness of her mouth.
I moved my left hand down, and found her crotch. I touched where I remembered her "clittie" was, and felt her body react to the touch. I kept touching it, making little circles with my finger.
Patrice’s body started moving with my fingers. I could hear her moan slightly… just like Merry did the previous night when I touched her between her legs. I realized why Merry had moaned now.
Emboldened, my fingers continued their attack. Patrice’s body kept moving with my fingers. Her moans got louder.
After about a minute, Patrice’s body moved toward mine. She started to grind my finger that was on her crotch between her crotch and my left thigh. Her movements were getting more and more pronounced…
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she screamed. I know that Jack probably heard her downstairs. I secretly hoped that my command for him to remain down there would hold, even though it sounded like Patrice was getting killed up here!
Patrice pulled away from me, breaking our kiss, as well as pulling her crotch away from my invading finger. She was breathless, and appeared about the same way that I had felt when I had erupted in her mouth just a few minutes ago.
I looked at her curiously.
Patrice finally caught her breath. "That was… wow…!"
"Was that a… an…" I asked.
"An orgasm, I think," Patrice said. "In fact, I’m pretty sure I know. That was definitely an orgasm. Wow!"
I looked over at the clock. It was nearly noon.
"Patrice, get dressed," I said.
Patrice got dressed, not saying anything. I did the same, pulling my pants and jockeys up.
Patrice watched with interest as I put my cock into my pants. This amused me. Here was the Queen Bitch, who had called me all sorts of names, looking at my cock with admiration. Quite a big difference in the old girl, huh?
I knew that Patrice would forget about everything that happened when I left. I didn’t know if she would interpret that order as when I left the house, or when I left her presence. Since she didn’t remember me making the wish, I didn’t think that I could ask her.
I certainly hoped that her (sincere?) apology that she wouldn’t treat me or any of Jack’s friends like shit anymore would hold, but I remembered that she had said that a wish couldn’t last longer than a day. A pity.
But I had more tickets, I thought to myself.
Patrice was now fully dressed. I told her to sit back on the chair she was sitting in before, and to fall asleep until I left the room. She was to think that she had fallen asleep watching television.
She did so.
I watched her steady breathing as I walked back into the kitchen, down the stairs into the basement where Jack was waiting for me.
"Did you call your Mom?" I asked Jack.
"Yeah. We can go to the park until six," he answered.
"I’ve got to be home around the same time. Let’s go to Jack-in-the-Box first."
Jack didn’t like the place, but there wasn’t any other fast food place in town. "Sure," he said with a bit of resignation.
We walked upstairs. Jack told me he needed to tell his sister that he was leaving. He suggested that I stay by the door, but I went into the living room with him. Jack thought I was asking for trouble, but let me tag along.
Patrice was sitting on a living room chair, where I had seen her the last time I went into the living room. She was yawning and stretching her arms and legs.
"Trice… Me and Jim are going to the park. I’ve already told Mom. I’ll be back at six."
Patrice looked at me as if she was going to say something. She shook her head and then looked at me again. "OK, Jack," Patrice said, softly. "I hope you and Jim have a great time."
Jack looked at his sister as if she had two heads.
I was curious as to whether Patrice remembered our recent interlude together, but I saw no hint of recognition in her eyes.
"Come on, Jack. Let’s get going!" I said.
Chapter 3
As Jack and I headed toward the park, I thought back on my use of the magical tickets that I had found. So far, I had used five of them on three people: my step-sister Meredith (Merry), my best friend Jack, and his bitchy sister Patrice.
In the case of Merry and Patrice, I had used the magical powers to study their naked bodies, and in the case of Patrice, to learn about the wonders of sex.
I had also learned that the tickets were indeed magical. There was no way that Merry or Patrice would have willingly participated in the acts that we had done together. I found myself quite consumed with the consequences of these tickets.