Patricia in it Deep 

- PART 3 -

by GLTyerbyter

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

Choked with illicit excitement, Kevin trembled; his hands fumbled clumsily searching through his pants pocket for the cigarettes. He eventually managed to extract the half full pack of Newport 100s, but not with any ease. Meanwhile, Patty was making things more difficult, tugging naughtily at his clothed dick during the boy's struggle. She continued her tease as he brought the pack into the open and shook a loose cigarette out into his hand.

"Oh, Menthols—and Newports, too! Mmmm, my favorites," Patty cooed looking at the cigarette, then glancing up, and smiling wickedly at him.

Kevin's hand shook while holding the Newport out for her. Patricia let go of his collar to accept it but still held tightly to his manhood with the other hand, continuing to masturbate his tent pole with lurid strokes. She took the cigarette, holding it femininely between her index and middle finger, bringing the filter up closer to her lips while still pumping Kevin's hard on.

"Got a light?" she asked, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes burning into his.

Kevin had to shove his hand down into his pants once more. As it had been during his first pocket search for the cigarettes, this again succeeded in pulling the material of his trousers taut over his aching dick. It caused it to protrude more rigidly into the girl’s hand. Patty took advantage of that by squeezing harder and jogging her fist a little faster over the fabric-straining tip.

"Ugh!" the boy choked, struggling to catch his breath while the freckled bitch clutched and milked his boner; Kevin’s hard abdomen flexed involuntarily, the muscles undulated through a blood rush of excitement.

Patricia played this teasing moment out in an exaggerated manner. She pouted, cocked her head, and said: "Aww...are you okay? You seem," she continued with a motherly coo, "to be a little agitated. No. You're very agitated, so tense; and you have an awful swelling right here. Did you know that?" She emphasized her words while flexing her fist, repeatedly squeezing and relaxing her grip on the bloated glands at the tip of the boy's erection.

"Ooh, it's throbbing, and it looks like it hurts," she whined through a breathy whisper. Wrapping her fingers around the rest of the shaft, she tested its girth with a jogging motion before returning her grip to the aching head and once again continued roughly squeezing upon and tugging at the sensitive flesh.

The concerned motherly coo returned to her voice, "Aww, so swollen and big. You know, I think it may pop." The squeezing and tugging got even rougher; the girl now just openly jerked him off through his slacks.

Patty's eyes narrowed. "Should I try to make it pop?" She looked into his eyes, and bit at her bottom lip seductively; the hushed tone of her voice dripped with wickedness. Of course, Patricia didn't expect to hear an answer.

Kevin couldn’t respond. Caught in a sexual stupor, he could only emit guttural noises.

Her words carried such an erotic punch. It made Kevin gasped out loud. Caught up in the moment, he was flabbergasted; his mind reeled. All the hot gossip he had heard about this girl must be true.

He couldn't believe that only moments before, he had felt nervous and unsure of himself. And now, he stood close enough to kiss this walking, talking sexual powerhouse. He was staring directly into her coquettish face; and, she was not only accepting a cigarette from him, but she was doing it while also slut-handled his raging boner right through his slacks.

All of this was quickly proving to be too much. His breathing became more ragged. He was now dangerously closer to shooting off into her hand through the fabric. He knew if he wasn't careful and mindful, that's just what would happen. He began to wonder if she might want it to happen.

Finally, he found his Bic lighter and brought it out into the open. Flicking the wheel, he unsteadily held the ignited lighter out for her use. Without dropping her gaze, Patty placed the filter between her sweet lips, leaned toward it and sucked the flame into the tip of the cigarette. She took a long, deep cheek-hollowing drag and pulled the lipstick-stained filter away from her pouting mouth. Those kissable red lips immediately sprung open, and with a gasp she snap inhaled the puff into her lungs.

Mesmerized by the sight of her provocative mouth, and with his senses overloading from the touch of Patty's jacking hand, Kevin stared helplessly at her. Still stupidly holding the ignited lighter between their faces, he gulped hard in anticipation of the inevitable. It came; Patty pursed her lips and blew, sending a steady rush of smoke forward. The force of the stream extinguished the flame, and at the same time, the cloud rushed straight into the boy’s face. Kevin's perspiring face was bathed in the girl's soft smoke-laden breath.

Patty did this while jogging her hand up the shaft of his boner to eventually grasp the spongy head tightly. Within the grip, she felt the tip of his cock throb out a hefty pulse of pre-cum. The fluid immediately squelched through his pants, coating her palm in the process. The wanton freckled femme fatal used the sticky mess as a lube, applying it right back onto the bloated fabric covered crown. Her hand then began a rapid squeezing and tugging motion, focused just on the head, fucking it even harder through her fist.  

The girl’s jacking grip—her palm now greased with his secretions—produced a wet clicking sound. It echoed off the bottom of the metal bleachers as her hand tugged and squeezed. More fuck fluid seeped out through his pants making the click grow louder, and Patty’s hand grew even slicker. 

“Maybe if I rub it like this, it might pop,” her sentence uttered in a breathy whisper.

Patty’s hand was becoming foamy with his precum from all the squeezing, and the boy's pants were becoming a mess of thickening white slime. This was such a delicious thrill for her. Knowing what she was doing to this boy, a orgasmic shiver traveled through her body, and she felt her pussy juicing fluid into the panties she wore.

The sheer dirtiness of this situation was getting to her. Everything about it was lewd and willfully slutty on her part. From the ease at which it was to manipulate the boy into this situation, to her smoking nonchalantly while she jerked off his stiff cock right through his loose-fitting pants, to just acting like a seasoned whore: all of it fueled her lust; it bolstered her ego feeling the power to excite boys by utilizing simple elements in her possession along with her attributes. 

Even the lewd noise from this indecent handjob she was administrating acted as an aphrodisiac. Judging by the obscene sloppy sound and the intensity of the throb she felt radiating from his cock head, Patty knew he was close, and the urge to bring this to a close by making him explode in his pants grew stronger. So, she brought the cigarette back to her lips for a drag then immediately blew a quick and steady stream of smoke out from her sexy, pursed lips straight into the boy’s face.

“Nah, ah Patty!” Kevin’s strangled cry joined the echoing clicks under the bleachers. His body convulsed, his cock throbbing in her abusing spunk-frothy fist.

That did it. The timing couldn’t have been more precise. Still hidden inside his pants, the boy’s nuts exploded while her streaming smoke hit his face, and the power behind the ejaculation forced a clear jolt of filtered semen right through the straining cloth. It shot out through a gap from the back of her clenching palm into the open, sailed between their bodies and struck the teasing girl, splattering against her exposed tummy.   

"Ah fuck!" Kevin groaned, and the involuntary male animal pelvic fuck reflex kicked in. His body nearly doubled over while thrusting his pelvis forward, and his eyes squinted as if in pain.

“Aww, there! 'Ya see? I knew I could make it pop!” she proclaimed, her voice wavering due to her jerking movements.

Patty giggled while bringing the cigarette filter to her smiling lips. She took a cheek-hollowing inhale, and then once again blew smoke into Kevin’s face while she continued the assault on his aching cock.

Kevin's hands came up in reflex. They grabbed onto her upper arms as if to steady him or to hold her in place while she jerked his dick and blew smoke into his face. He gripped her hard, grunting and groaning throughout the ordeal and he began shaking her while his groans grew louder. He was practically crying out in pleasure-pain anguish.

Meanwhile, Patty's body was being wrenched and shaken in his frenzy. She gasped then cooed seductively when she felt multiple additional squirts of sperm erupting through his pants. Like the first, some made it out through the thin fabric in free flying spurts. They followed the same trajectory, splashing against her already soil abdomen, adding to rivulets running down her bare tummy.

Other eruptions were caught in the girl’s cruel, grasping hand. Roughly, Patty clenched and unclenched the grip, pulling harshly at the tip, squishing the viscous glop—the action caused it not only to slop out from between her fingers, but made it foam thicker like soap lather. A darkening patch of spent cum did its business, quickly spreading its dampness down the cloth from the tip of his dick and her squeezing fist to his crotch.

Meanwhile, the boy couldn't stop fucking his hips; he was shoving his massive clothed erection wildly into Patricia’s grasping hand. Bursts of his staccato panting flowed from his shocked, open mouth to blow into the devious girl's face.

Patty could feel the cock head pulsing wildly; more sticky fluid oozed out through his stretched pants with every squeeze of her fist, further lubing the palm of her hand. She loved causing this mess to happen, but it was time to move on. Quickly, she relinquished her grasp, pulling her now dripping hand back and leaving his obscene cloth-covered outgrowth to bounce freely a couple of times.

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