Patricia in it Deep 

- PART 1 -

by GLTyerbyter

(Story tags: smoking fetishism, sperm fetish, group sex, clothed sex, gangbang, facials. M/M/M/M/M/M/F)

The following is a short story inspired by a sordid tale I once laid eyes upon on the internet quite a few years ago.

It is a continuation of an unapologetic story about a very bad girl who became caught up within her own depraved desires and lust. Her character is that of a submissive nymphomaniac, one saucy female complexity surrounded by less complex bad boys who have bad intent—males of her age and beyond, who consume her for their own debase pleasure, for debauchery; males who but only wanted to use and abuse her like an inevitably discarded toy.

If sex had a tangible, discernible face, within the Olympic games of human eroticism, this girl's visage would be eligible for a gold metal. Sometimes the beauty, softness and sensuality of a woman's face, its features naturally shape, while artificially enhanced as well in seductive cosmetics, can bring out the ugliness in certain men's hearts. This decadent young woman has made it her calling to purposely seek out those certain men.

Eighteen year-old high school senior Patricia Lane’s new obsession with a man’s sperm—a fixation brought on by a cousin, and indirectly by her father’s best friend—would continue to get her into trouble. Her curious lust for experiencing the feel and taste of a man’s cum would soon lead her down strange and more degrading paths. Although it's not the first on her journey, this story recounts one incident, one crooked bend on that path.

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Patricia cut class one day with a boy she knew only vaguely. He wasn't in her circle of friends; however, through honed skills of perception, she had become aware of the young boy's infatuation with her. While keeping a social distance during weeks of observing his shy, nervous manner, she quickly caught onto the notion that he could be enamored and therefore malleable for her use. Beside, she found him to be quite attractive, as faces and bodies go, and cute in his awkward manner.

Now, from the young man's perspective, things looked different. Putting aside her obvious beauty and the aura of erotic vibration she put out—due in part to her appearance and the way she carried herself—the attraction he felt was multi-faceted. A percentage had to do with her reputation and some unsubstantiated boy’s locker room rumors.

This boy, Kevin, had heard scandalous but very arousing stories about the girl. The loose gossip contained the kind of bawdy details that were deliciously arousing enough and down right dirty enough for an obsession to build to a fever pitch in his mind, and on this day, he had finally worked up appreciable nerve to at least try to strike up a conversation. He just had to find out if the stories about her behavior had any truth to them.

What also inflamed the boy’s curiosity enough to bring him out of his shell had plenty to do with the order of his mind and libido. Kevin harbored certain sexual ticks. Most were understandable for a heterosexual male of his or any age: women wearing make-up, lipstick, and chunky jewelry; seductive clothing; the cut and style of a woman’s hair—those sorts of things. Some of his obsessions were penchants he believed to be rare, if not altogether odd. Then there were also a select few—one in particular—with which he felt entirely alone harboring, if not uncomfortable.

But, these locker room tales about Patricia and her alleged wild behavior fed enough into his fantasies to bolster his confidence, to push him outside the protective but debilitating barrier of shyness. However, even with this newfound fortitude, the brunt of Kevin’s nervousness persisted anyway as he approached her while she stood waiting outside her next class in the school hall that day.

Despite standing at a respectable distance behind her at the moment, it was not enough to help steady his nerves. He knew he’d have to do something soon; but taking in her glaring sexual attractiveness, even at this distance, only increased his apprehension and anxiety. Just from being near her—feeling the flame of her erotic radiance at close range—what little self-confidence he had mustered started to dissipate like fine mist in the heat of morning sunlight. He was on the verge of giving up, but the sight of her kept him there.   

And what a sight she was!—Patty was a vision of sinful temptation, a sexual behemoth, a Delilah straight out of a smut-filled pulp fiction novel, if there ever was one. She was the personification of the word “fuck”—the very reason for the existence of sperm!

Patricia's rusty auburn hair hung in curls; they draped over her exposed shoulders, and the longer tresses cascaded down her sparsely freckled back in the most alluring fashion. She wore skin-tight white pants with a snug bare midriff white halter top that squeezed her pert breasts, pushing them inward, accentuating the delicious converging slopes of her cleavage.

Her pants were so tight and perfectly fit; they accentuated her shape beautifully, while showing off the smooth, inviting curve of her ass. It looked as if she were wearing no pants at all. The thin, almost transparent white garment did little to hide the sheer pantyhose the girl wore underneath.

The sheer, taupe toe-to-waist pantyhose rode up her body, clinging tightly, he imagined, to her pussy while it swooped around her ass; the hose easily showed itself, to Kevin and the rest of the salivating public, through the thin fabric of her pants. The visible elastic top, exposed in the back above the belt line of her pants, hugged around her trim waist. Kevin felt he would begin to drool if he continued to stare at her ass for much longer.

Clumsily piled books, clutched in Patty’s folded bare arms, were pressed to her chest while she stood talking to another girl. Her back was to the nervous boy as he moved closer to her. The nagging tension built within while his eyes took in the curves of this luscious creature. Regardless of his shyness, his arousal soared; he was on a crazed rollercoaster ride, caught between crests of heightened lust and dizzying drops in confidence. Despite the emotional struggle, his dick steadily hardened while he waited to attract her attention. He admired her from behind as he stood there in nervous silence, trying his best to calm himself down before she noticed him.

While Kevin waited, a boy suddenly walked by her and pulled the exposed waist band of the pantyhose as he passed. The taut elastic snapped back into place with a cracking sound when he let go. It left red marks against her supple white skin. Patricia screeched, but then smiled her faux annoyed approval as she watched the boy walk away. Both girls laughed and returned to their conversation.

Not a minute after the first boy had passed, another young lad walked up from behind Patty. This one brazenly slapped her ass with great force as he passed. The snapping sound rang out down the corridor. Patricia just smiled and waved her slender fingers at him as he continued on his way while slyly looking back at her over his shoulder.

Watching all of this was a bit intimidating to Kevin at first. But, thinking about how impudent these boys acted in their treatment of Patricia, and considering her acceptance of their forward behavior, it began to inspire a little more courage in Kevin’s tortured mind. If she could take all of that, then he might have a chance if he asked her out on a date.

Finally, while clearing his throat, he made his move, tapping her gently on the shoulder. Patricia immediately turned away from the girl to whom she had been talking and faced him. That was all it took to evaporate the little rush of courage Kevin was able to muster just moments before.

Momentarily stunned by Patricia’s overall raw sexual aura, he found himself speechless. Standing before her, caught in her stare, words of overwhelming emotion and phrases of adoration raced through his consciousness looking for an exit, but to no avail. The power of the girl’s seductive beauty was imposing! Her face communicated the unequivocal definitions of eroticism and sensuality. Both elements combined effectively in her features; together, they beamed out, flowering hypnotically like spinning colors from a rotating kaleidoscope.

Piercing hazel eyes—set in a faint teal shadow, framed and shaded by lashes teased full in inky mascara—sat royally above the delicate slopes of slightly freckled cheeks. The auburn-colored skin speckles connected both cheeks by way of an arch hugging the bevel of her nose. A hint of freckling and scant blemishes decorated her small chin; they collected in sporadic gatherings about a mouth which could only be described as extremely inviting to a kiss. With the perpetual pout of her lips glossed in shiny rouge paint, the sparse groupings of freckles resembled campers huddling for warmth around a blazing fire.

Patty’s application of facial makeup was the result of systematic consideration. Its presentation was something she developed over time. While not being particularly meticulous, it was nonetheless one of design; it was a learned routine. The depth, the amount, every brush stroke, every finger blended shade, and all the soft, contoured places to which it was applied, the entire process carried with it a definite purpose in mind: to excite men, to give them erections at first glance.

Aside from a slight hint of light rouge blush applied to highlight the delicate contours of her cheeks, she left her freckles naked, unmasked. She considered them an asset, a part of her makeup regime.

On most girls of her age, the exact approach would have projected an obvious sluttish demeanor, but not Patty. Oh, it was done up intentionally whorish. But, she pulled it off, she wore it well. Like it is with some of the world’s best peppers, the first taste has an initial burn; then there are those that not only burn at first, but produce a slow build toward an even hotter, longer-lasting heat. Patricia’s heat was that of a ghost pepper.

Kevin had seen her many times before from a distance but never had the nerve to actually close the distance between them, much less talk to her. Now that he had taken the initiative and finally had the opportunity, he just stood there dumbfounded— his eyes, at first, taking in the luscious shape of her red lipstick-painted lips before scanning up to look pleadingly and sheepishly into her sexy, L’Oreal made-up eyes.

"Um…Yes?" she queried with a snarky little giggle, breaking the pause. A wicked smile played across her lips; she looked judgingly into Kevin's eyes, and then evaluated his stature with a glance up and down his body. She had taken note of the growing bulge pushing out the front of the boy's pants. The smile became a bit more crooked and wider as an understanding set in.

The awkward pause dragged on as she brought her gaze back up to his face, her lips still smiling crookedly. Kevin stood there in a frozen state—his dick stiffening even more; his tongue stilled by nervousness and arousal.

“Well?” Patricia chimed impatiently, “Did you want something?”

Absentmindedly, Kevin continued staring; he swallowed and cleared his throat again, this time with a strangled cough.

"Huh? What? Did you say something?" he managed to struggle out.

"Yeah...I mean, did-you-want-to-say-something-to-me?" Patty replied, emphasizing the words with a deliberate slow, staccato cadence, pretending to be a little irritated.

"Well, yy-yeah," he began, his voice quavering a bit at first. "Um...I-I was wondering…well…I thought…Well, that is…Um."

"Look," the freckled vamp began scolding, "the sooner you get near a full sentence, the better. I wish you’d come to the point! I've got math class in a few minutes."

The boy was struggling emotionally; he was lost, walking the center line of a street in that netherworld between abject fear, low self esteem and flagging confidence on one side, and his raw sexual want and need on the other.

“Hello!” Patty shouted into his face, “Is there anybody in there?” Frustrated, she began to leave, turning slightly to face her friend, “Aww, c’mon. Let’s get go—”

He was about to lose her attention. And although startled and more than a bit intimidated by her demeanor and tone, Kevin’s cock ultimately won out. Cutting off her sentence, and speaking fast, he finally blurted; "Would you like to take a walk with me on the football field? You know? S-so we can talk?" He wanted to ask her out for a future date, but felt inhibited doing it in front of her friend. Suggesting a walk, just the two of them, seemed the best solution.

"Hmm," looking him up and down again while putting the edge of a held book against her lips, "that depends."

“On-on what?” he stammered.

Caught in her glare, another uncomfortable moment passed for Kevin as he waited for her reply.

"What did you say your name was?"

"I didn’t…It’s Kevin—b-but you-you can call me Kev," he replied nervously.

"Well, I dunno, Kev,” she sighed, “do you have any cigarettes?" She posed the question seductively, then added, "I'd love a smoke break—if I'm gonna cut class, it should be time well spent; ya know what I mean?" Her last utterance was purposefully loaded with lewd innuendo. She intended to be vaguely smutty—she could have meant anything; but, without knowing it, she had hit one of the proverbial nails smack on the head for the boy.

Kevin picked up on Patty’s suggestive tone; with his rabid imagination running wild, he filled in the blanks, and swallowed hard again. He secretly had a “thing” for girls who smoked; one of those strong but peculiar penchants mentioned earlier. It was embarrassing to him; he told no one about it. With extreme fear of ridicule, this perversion was something he kept locked deep inside.

The boy knew that Patricia smoked; he’d seen her doing it in the park outside of the school cafeteria on many occasions. How could he forget? Each occasion was marked by the feel of the crotch of his trousers tightening over an unavoidable erection, just from watching her smoke. Every puff and exhale made his dick throb.

But, what fed fuel to Kevin’s fire, as to the possible lewd meaning behind her last words, had to do with the nature of the stories he’d heard about this girl. Some of the steamiest gossip involved her going down on boys for the price of a cigarette. He had even heard that she actually smoked while she did it. That unseemly rumor started because, once, on a whim, Patty had exploited her smoking to tease a boy. It seemed to work beautifully that first time, so she began using it regularly. After that, more and more boys got the treatment. Each time she used this method to get a rise out of her target subjects, it produced increasingly naughtier results. Then, during a random tryst, an impatient boy pushed the teasing, freckled minx to her knees to face his cock while she was still smoking. The wet results stuck—to her face, her sexual consciousness, and her reputation. So, it became one of her slut signatures. 

That rumor burned the hottest at the core of his lustful dreams, for he didn’t just fantasize about women smoking; he imagined them doing it during sex. Bringing that little fact to bear strikes at a particularly dark part of Kevin’s smoking fetish fantasy—at the point of climax during any of the boy’s fetish-fueled masturbatory sessions, he became obsessed with an image of shooting his cum onto a sexy woman’s face while she smoked. Lately, Patty was the returning star recipient in his imaginings. And, in each case, her smoking, freckled kisser bore the slimy results of his deep, dark reverie.

“Well, well—c’mon,” Patricia insisted jokingly, snapping her fingers in front of the boy’s face. “Do you or don’t you have any cigarettes? I don’t have all da—”

"Yes!” Kevin replied, as quickly as he could blurt it out, expressing it a little too loudly, “I do have some cigarettes!”

The girl could barely suppress a burst of laughter at his awkwardness.

But, something else seemed to reveal itself in his outburst. From the boy’s emphasis on the presence of cigarettes, a wild thought of understanding sparked in her naughty mind.

[Could it be—? Oh! So, that's it; huh?] Patty mused inwardly, knowing something about the lewd gossip floating around lately concerning her "smoking habits." Now, she also had a fair idea that Kevin was not a smoker—so, why on earth would he have cigarettes in his possession? "No" should have been the answer to her question. 

[Uh-huh,] she thoughtfully surmised, [so it’s about me smoking; is it? Well, now—this should be fun!]

Kevin hadn't noticed her amusement; his mind was elsewhere.

[So the rumors could be true!] He thought, as a little bit of the courage he felt earlier returned.

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