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by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Patrick wasn't exactly the catch-of-the-day but fate
has its own way of bringing things full circle. (MF,
1st)
***
Some guys are simply born squat and butt ugly. No point
lamenting the fact either. It's God's little joke and
no Saville-Row tailor, academic prowess or designer
high-heeled shoes, can address so unfortunate a
shortcoming.
Patrick Carter was the epitome of unattractive youth.
Wasn't much better when he hit thirty! The nearest he
had gotten to seeing a girl naked was Playboy's Miss
October 2006 centerfold. Why her? Simply because she
hung on the back of his bedroom door – a nightly
reminder of what he was missing in his life.
Contributing to his lack of popularity – with pretty
much either sex – was an unusually pronounced birthmark
that stretched from just below his left temple to his
jaw-line. At first glance one might have taken it to be
a facial burn of some sort. There had been the offers
of plastic surgery but a combination of insufficient
finance and doubts as to its ultimate effectiveness
dissuaded him from this option. Add to this, an
overweight body, peaking at five-eight, premature
baldness (a genetic family trait), poor motor-sensory
co-ordination and below-average communicative skills...
and you have a template for social isolation. Patrick
had never dated let's say!
Fate however dealt Patrick a way better hand just three
days short of his thirty-second birthday when he pulled
down second prize in Powerball... a creditable three-
eighty thousand dollars. Didn't make him any taller or
better looking but the Mercedes Avantgarde Coupe
sitting in the company parking lot did not pass un-
noticed.
"That's your car Patrick??" cooed petite Michelle
Huxtable, the bimboesque air-head in charge of copying
and fax-outs. It was an office tradition amongst the
male contingent trying to decide which was the greater
numerically – her upper torso or IQ.
"Sure," he replied. "Come to dinner with me Friday
night and I'll give you a ride in it." Chuckling at his
double entendre it was even funnier that she didn't
notice.
By whatever yard-stick one were to use, Michelle was a
ditzy teenager. But hey, who needs intellectual
extravagance when you're thirty-two years old and in
desperate need to catch up on a decade's lost
fumblings.
Throughout the main course at "Cardinals on Eighth,"
Patrick was mesmerized by his young companion's heaving
cleavage, aided and abetted one must admit, by
Michelle's underwired support team that transformed the
girl's, in actuality modest curves into a pair of
dynamically rounded orbs that even had the waiter
fluffing his 'special of the day' lines. Admittedly he
was ideally positioned to take full advantage of the
Grand Canyonesque view on offer.
At the point she said "OK" when he asked later if she
might like to accompany him home "for a nightcap," he
was temporarily shocked insensible, having drawn a
rain-check the few times previously he had asked any
girl the same question after a group night out.
Patrick's apartment reflected its owner's mind-
set...desperate for some female touch and just this
side of chaotic.
"Whoa!" Michelle tried unsuccessfully to repress, as
she entered the small lounge-room. Patrick scurried
ahead of her, clearing newspapers, business folders and
two recent editions of "Penthouse" from the sofa. He
wasn't quick enough with the latter.
"You like girlie mags then Patrick?" she giggled. He
mumbled some incomprehensible reply, avoiding all eye-
contact with her.
"S'pose you visit porn-sites too?" she asked, glancing
at his computer on the desk by the far wall. He looked
up at her with an expression midway along the
behavioral chart - somewhere between guilty and
cornered.
"It's OK," she added, sensing his discomfort, "I look
at them too – most girls do you know!"
Right then, he had the strongest conviction that she
would probably permit him open-ended license to indulge
his wildest fantasies with her...and in that regard, he
knew he was walking a remarkably fine line.
"That so?" he muttered. "So would you look at a few
with me after I get the coffee Michelle?"
"Sure," she replied, hardly missing a beat. 'The guy is
obviously loaded' she figured, 'what difference I hafta
look at a porn-site or two?' She sat down on the sofa
neatly, ensuring nevertheless that just the slightest
hint of her lilac colored panties were visible.
Quite obviously she got the angle right as Patrick
almost up-ended the tray, tripping against the corner
of the coffee table as he tried his best to ignore the
girl's up-skirt attractions. He sat in the chair
opposite, pushing the coffee cup across the glass
surface towards her.
"Thanks," she whispered, heralding a momentary period
of disquiet when neither quite knew how to introduce
some neutral conversational topic.
"So Michelle, how do you like working at Bowman, Link
and Grantham?" he asked finally.
"It's OK," she answered. "Gets a bit boring in the copy
room after a few hours, but it's better than not having
a job I guess."
Further inanities flowed either way for a while, in
dispersed with the occasional gulp of coffee. When
nothing more progressive appeared to be happening, the
girl placed her mug back on the table and semi giggled,
"You still want to look at the computer Patrick?"
"Oh, s-sure," he replied, fully grateful for her
intercession right that moment.
Seating herself alongside her host, she waited
patiently for the thing to boot up. He seemed
embarrassed to proceed. "You sure you're OK with this?"
he asked nervously.
"Who doesn't look at porn these days?' she grinned.
I've even caught my fifteen-year old sister reading sex
stories on-line."
"Really?" he said, wishing he could have been visiting
the family at the time. "She's a naughty little
schoolgirl huh?"
"Yep, daddy's really had his hands full with us," she
answered, before blushing at her unintentional blooper.
"I see," he laughed, "Like that is it?" She dug him in
the ribs.
"Well here goes nothing," he announced, clicking on a
website midway down his 'favorites' list. Running hi-
speed cable as he was, the site opened up almost
instantly.
"Kewt Kitties" was aptly named. From what Michelle
could see at first glance, the majority of girls on
display must have been signed-up the day after they
turned eighteen. Some she figured, had to be using fake
ID, they looked so young. The site appeared to offer
multiple free galleries of the teens behaving for the
most part – very badly.
'Misty' for example, a small brunette posed indecently
on her bed, seemed more than willing in the first
frame, to share her up-skirt treasures with the viewer.
Not just a glimpse either, the majority of her lacey
white panties were displayed with provocative intent,
courtesy of those generously parted legs and absurdly
brief skirt that might have had trouble fitting a
Cabbage Patch doll.
Frame two and Misty was laying even less claim to
modesty. Draped anything but innocently face-down
across the edge of her bed, she was looking back at the
camera, her bottom revealed in all its shapely contours
– skirt up around her waist and with the elastic pulled
down just sufficiently that the viewer might determine
the vaguest on-set of her rear crevice. A pose one
could argue, to test the resolve of the most God-
fearing father on the planet.
Michelle glanced across at Patrick. His eyes were
riveted on the image. For some reason she found this
highly arousing and in other circumstances, might have
slipped a hand into her own panties. She had recognized
for years now that she was attracted to females as well
as men and pictures depicting other teenage girls
either being spanked, stripped or otherwise manhandled,
turned her on big time. Like many of her sex, she
fantasized about being raped as well as watching it
happen to other girls.
"She's real pretty isn't she?' Patrick half-mumbled,
staring now at the third picture which showed Misty
kneeling on the bed in just her panties, leaning
towards the camera to display the contents of her
skimpy bra somewhat lewdly.
Michelle was feeling almost light-headed. Her companion
was no oil-painting to be sure but she was beginning to
see the relevance of the old saying "A port in any
storm" and hell, there was the Mercedes Avantgarde out
front!
Viewing the fourth picture on full-screen lowered
everyone's inhibitions. Misty, having given up all
pretence at innocence was now propped up against the
bed-head fully topless and with her legs not only apart
but holding her panties far to one side, so that her
lightly furred and evidently moist vaginal lips were
clearly on view to all and sundry. Patrick's mouth was
dry – Michelle's panties at quite the other end of the
scale.
Patrick turned to his visitor. "W-what would you say if
I asked you maybe to let me see your panties Michelle?"
he asked with less than no hope of anything positive
coming from the question.
For a moment, the girl wasn't sure how she felt about
so indecent a suggestion.
"You mean just my panties?" she almost whispered, still
staring at Misty's uncovered splendor.
"Er, well yeah of course," he stammered, "I'm not
expecting you to strip or anything..."
"So what are you saying Patrick?" she teased. "You just
want to see up my skirt? That's soo gross!" In truth
though, the idea was already somewhat appealing to her
and the thought of acting slutty like that with a much
older man, even one offering something less than hulk
status, raised her body temperature marginally.
"You're right, it is naughty Michelle," he wriggled
like a fish on a hook. "Just that looking at that
girl's pussy makes me really horny. Not much of an
excuse I guess."
Misty's pose however was having no less powerful an
effect on Michelle's emotions. Even if she had been
considering her options, the fifth picture in the
gallery lowered any inhibitions that may still have
been on site. Having shed her panties entirely, the
girl was now splayed fully naked across the edge of the
bed once more, but on her back this time and by virtue
of the newly come by, yet rather cute little blonde
fingering her now, whilst her other hand was performing
unsighted excesses between her own slim legs, the
general demeanor in Patrick's room was one of 'rampant
expectancy' you might say.
"How do you want me then?" the girl asked of her host
softly.
Looking away from the screen he studied her
momentarily. Damn if she wasn't just as sexy as the
little tease on-line.
"Could you just sit on the chair over there," he
pointed to a sturdy-looking recliner near the window,
"And, well I guess, just spread your legs a bit?"
She was fully aware that his eyes would be glued to her
shapely little rear end as she sauntered in the chair's
direction. Seating herself comfortably, she ensured
full eye-contact before parting her legs slowly.
This was more than he could believe – a girl willingly
letting him see up her skirt.
"You like?" she teased, parting them fractionally more.
It was making her so hot!
He could but stare at the sight before him. The front
of her panties were completely visible now and even as
he gazed upon that frivolous indecency, she widened her
legs further still allowing him to see as far as the
waistband of her panties. Nor could he resist staring
at that noticeable indentation all the way between her
legs. He became aware suddenly of the size of the
erection beneath his zipper.
"C-could I see you in just your bra and panties?" he
all but whimpered.
"Posing like Misty I suppose you mean?" she teased. Not
waiting for his reply, she stood up, unzipping her
skirt at the side, letting it fall to the ground. The
blouse she unbuttoned slowly before discarding it also.
"This what you want?" she giggled, standing with her
hands on her hips, watching his reaction closely.
"You are so pretty Michelle," he stammered, "Could you
maybe lean forward a little?"
"So you can see my tits better? You're a really naughty
boy Patrick!" So saying she leaned forward sufficient
that her cleavage was accentuated to the point he could
see a hint of either nipple. The erection between his
legs was almost painful. Only the fact he was still
seated allowed him to conceal the truth of the matter.
"Turn around sweetie... please," he asked.
Knowing full well what he wanted to see, she did so.
Without further prompting she then bent over, resting
her arms on the table which quite obviously yielded up
to her host an insufferably hot view of her teenage
bottom – quite as arousing as Misty's cute derriere.
Only this one was there in his room, not an arm's
length away.
"Can I pull your panties down a bit?" He sounded like a
ten year old asking for some chocolate cake.
Instead of answering, she leaned over further and
simply wriggled her hips invitingly.
Seizing the waistband, he peeled the cotton material
fractionally lower. He was unable to stifle sounds of
approval as her upper rear-end complete with sexy
little chasm, was exposed to his understandably lustful
vision.
"Don't pull them right down...please?" she cried out,
some might say at this stage – hopefully.
Acceding to her request, he left them at half mast and
fully ignorant of his obviously aroused condition,
walked around the table where the view down her push-up
at that angle was nothing short of awesome!
Patrick's expression right that moment touched the
girl. Far from a virgin herself and despite the fact
she was basically acting like a hoe to further her own
financial gain, just the sight of that livid birthmark
and his now quite obvious state of arousal, tripped her
compassion meter.
"Do you want to take me to the bedroom?" she asked
quietly.
Patrick looked around, half expecting that she must be
talking to someone else.
"Me... you're asking if I'd like to take you to my
bedroom?"
"Don't see anyone else here Patrick," she sighed. "So,
you want to or not?"
He didn't need further urging and taking her hand, he
led her to the bedroom which led off the small hallway.
It displayed no greater a degree of tidiness than had
the lounge-room. The bed-sheets looked like they had
been slept in since Ronald Reagan came to office.
Clothes both clean and crumpled, were strewn across two
chairs not including the small pile the far side of the
bed. Empty glasses sat on the small bedside table – the
general impression was that of a confirmed if not
hopelessly undisciplined bachelor. Realizing the room's
shortcomings so far as the immediate presentation
stakes were concerned, Patrick hurriedly pulled the
coverlet straight, hiding the chaos beneath.
The girl sat down on the quilt, arms at her side,
looking up at him. She caught his furtive glances down
her bra but if anything found them arousing rather than
demeaning. After all she knew she had sexy breasts – no
point thinking otherwise. She wasn't however expecting
his next sentence.
"I want to spank you Michelle," he evoked the courage
to announce. "Just like I see happening to some of the
girls on that site...always wanted to do it to a girl."
"I didn't say anything about getting spanked," she
replied nervously.
"I won't hurt you," he added hastily... "Not real hard
Michelle...just a few light spanks on your bottom is
all."
"Just a couple then," she giggled. "and not with my
panties down either...OK?"
"Sure, not on your bare bum," he promised. "Just one
more thing though," he averted his eyes momentarily as
if scared of rejection.
"What now?" she asked. "You want me over your knee?"
"No," he replied uneasily, "I actually want to spank
you...er, standing up in front of me?"
"That's so weird," she giggled afresh. "You want to
spank a girl while she stands up? Not even over a chair
or something?"
"I know it's strange," he semi-apologized. "I just find
the idea of spanking a girl while she's on her feet
really hot. It's a fantasy I've always had."
"O..kay," she answered, getting to her feet. "This
alright?" she asked, standing now no more than a foot
in front of him. "With my bottom to you like this I
presume?' she wriggled her hips pretty much in his
face. Staring at that curvy little butt, he knew then
the meaning of true happiness.
The first smack was gentle enough. The feel of those
firm cheeks beneath his palm transported him to a
localized Utopia. The second was measurably harder but
raised nothing more than a soft whimper from the girl.
She could feel the effect it was having on her
already...a moistening of her labia and a distinct
tingling in her nipples. Wanting both to please and
titillate her partner even further, she bent over
fractionally which had of course the effect of making
her panties cling even tighter to her slightly elevated
bottom as well as highlighting her sexy rear crevice
even more.
Patrick's third was a spank to rate with the greats.
Besides crying out in shocked discomfort, she
straightened up and clutched her reddening backside
with both hands.
"That hurt!" she wailed, even as he reached around her,
both hands cupping her breasts while he nuzzled her
neck with unpracticed affection. Fully off-balance, she
was easily directed to fall on to the coverlet where
Patrick continued to grope her needfully. The sensation
of her hot young bottom pressing into his abdomen was
definitely something he could get used to.
Semi stifled by the bedclothes, she realized soon
enough that the pain of her smarting rear-end was
rapidly being replaced by the pleasure inherent in
having her breasts fondled. His hands were now inside
both cups and squeezing her nipples rather roughly. It
was such fun being a girl!
Patrick was having fun too – perhaps the time of his
life. Even the girl's scent was vaguely intoxicating.
He rubbed his face in her hair as he groped her even
harder. His erection was pressing up against her rear
cheeks now and it was hardly likely she hadn't noticed.
Unhooking the clasp just below her shoulder-blades, he
began to slip both bra straps down her arms while she
wriggled and teased him unmercifully.
"I didn't say you can get me topless," she giggled,
even as he eased both arms free, tossing her bra on to
the bedside table. He rolled her over on to her back so
that she was forced to cover herself in the time-
honored crossed-arms position.
"That's really naughty," she gasped.
He sensed exactly how to address that situation and
seizing the waistband of her panties made as if to tug
them down.
"Noo not my panties, leave them on please!" she wailed,
making a grab for them. This of course presented
Patrick with an unobstructed view of the teenager's
pert breasts, smaller than he had believed them to be
but still, enticingly hot. Inclining his head, he
indulged his long standing fantasy of sucking a girl's
nipple. Michelle squealed momentarily as he drew down
on her breast, the suckling sensation causing her to
become even more highly aroused.
Unable to control himself now, Patrick thrust his right
hand between her legs and began rubbing the girl's
vaginal area through her panties. So hot did it feel,
he was unaware that he had begun whimpering in pleasure
himself. Far from objecting, Michelle spread her legs
wider, happy to allow him access to the general area.
Beginning now to kiss her on the lips, though with
little mastery of the craft, he took that last
assertive step and slipped his hand inside her panties.
Whatever he had been expecting this to be like, its
reality was far greater. He couldn't believe how
inviting her soft pubic hair felt, how moist her pussy
seemed, but a few inches further south. The girl yelped
as he slipped a finger deep inside, her breathing now
as irregular as that of her molestor.
Needing to see her naked became his primary focus and
with the image still of Misty sprawled so indecently on
her bed, he used both hands to literally wrench the
young girl's panties off. No longer concerned with any
false modesty and cognizant of her likely immediate
future, Michelle just lay there, hands over her head,
allowing him to ogle her total nudity.
"Are you going to fuck me Patrick?" she giggled, quite
deliberately spreading her legs enough that her moist
slit took center-stage in the viewing options.
For a moment he didn't know what the hell he wanted to
do first. Finger her again, kiss her hard, play with
her breasts or a combination of all three. Then of
course there was the matter of the uncoiled serpent
between his own legs.
Michelle watched as he knelt alongside her, beginning
now to unzip his pants, his eyes fixed upon that
provocative triangle of light-brown hair that she was
more than happy to leave exposed to his lustful vision.
It was only when he finally pulled from the confines of
his boxers, that which she had only previously felt up
against her bottom, she let out a genuine cry of
surprise.
Patrick was big... anyway you cut it. The evening most
certainly had possibilities.
Kneeling there, his swollen erection eyeing off its
opposite number, he realized he had no knowledge of how
to proceed. The jigsaw puzzle itself was simple enough
– only two pieces to fit together... just the mechanics
of the thing!
"I think you need to come over here," she smiled,
opening up even more. "Here, let me," she added, taking
a hold of his thick shaft and guiding it in between her
well lubricated opening, as he lowered himself to the
task at hand.
Unable to continue thinking rationally as his manhood
acquainted itself with its new surroundings, all he
felt was a compulsion to thrust in deeper. He became
unaware of the girl's sexual plight, needing simply to
fuck his hitherto underprivileged way to Nirvana.
Virgins do have fun indeed!
Filled to capacity and finding herself being used as a
whore more or less, Michelle tried to get her breath as
wave upon wave of unimagined pleasure took her to
realms she had never visited. His methods might lack a
certain finesse, but there was no doubting his
commitment. If this wasn't in the upshot, the fuck of
the century it was a close runner-up.
Unable to prolong the outcome further, he expelled
maybe fifteen years of enforced celibacy into that sexy
little receptacle. Even as he cried out with the
release, the girl responded by raising her knees and
widening to her theoretical limit.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy she simply lay there
murmuring, "Keep fucking me Patrick, keep fucking
me...."
It was barely ten o'clock!
© Peter_Pan
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