"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh…" Jack groaned, pulling away and licking the spit off his chin.

Patty felt so wobbly, so unsteady. The girl was still more than just a little afraid. But she was also excited. Strange sensations raced through both her mind and body, making it impossible for her to think rationally. All she could say was that she wanted Jack badly. She wanted him to do all the things her parents said only bad boys did.

"I'm gonna have one hell of a time with you, baby. Yeah, it's gonna be better 'n all them times in the stacks with half these cunts around here," he muttered, smoothing his hands over her asscheeks.

His hands moved up and down her body, tracking every sexy curve. Patty was panting, growing weaker by the second.

"No, no, I mustn't… I can't."

Her cunt was swollen open, the lips curled back while juice trickled freely from her slot, wetting down the crotch panel of her panties. Jack had slipped his hand down, down into her butt crack, working the nylon material back and forth over that sensitive band of flesh separating her asshole from her cunt. It was such a wild feeling, feeling the silky material slipping back and forth over her pussymeat! She leaned heavily against her cousin, gasping for breath, thinking her heart was about to tear through her ribcage.

"Come on over here," Jack said thickly, dragging the half-conscious teenager behind the stall wall.

Patty hardly noticed what was happening around her. There were all sorts of smells assailing her nostrils, smells of an old, abandoned barn, odors that somehow triggered her into heat. She felt her cuntal walls knotting up, buckling under the wild sexual heat burning up her cunt. He was guiding her somewhere, moving her behind the wall.