"Yep," Patty grinned, "we took all our clothes off and felt each other all over. Jesus, what a rush. I was just going crazy. He put his hand on my pussy and started rubbing, and it felt so great I got soaking wet down there. Creamed all over his hand." She giggled at the memory. "Hope he didn't think I peed."

"What did his cock look like?" Chris asked eagerly.

"Well, I couldn't see too well, 'cause it was dark," Patty said, "but it looked like a great big white sausage, bigger than a hot dog. It was hard as a rock, too, real big and stiff."

"Did you touch it?" Linda said.

"Yeah, he asked me to," Patty said, "and I was really curious, so I put my fingers around it and kinda pumped it. It was hot and smooth, and pretty soon it started dripping some hot sticky stuff onto my hand. That's when Dave got really excited. He started begging me to let him fuck me."

"Oh, wow, what'd you do then?" Chris said, almost panting with wicked curiosity.

"I was trying to makeup my mind," Patty said. "I really wanted to fuck. I'm just dying to know what it's like. But I wasn't sure I wanted to do it with him, you dig? So while I was trying to decide, he kept rubbing my pussy, and it felt better and better, and then suddenly – well, I came. I came like a bomb."

"Oh, WOW!" Linda and Chris chorused.

They were pretty impressed. Even back in the convent school the three girls had masturbated. They'd discovered how to play with themselves when they were just thirteen. By now they were experts at getting themselves off with their own fingers. But coming with a guy was something else.

"But you didn't go all the way with him?" Linda said. "How'd you stop him?"

Patty grinned wickedly. "It was an accident," she said. "Like I told you, I started to come, and I got so excited I just squeezed his cock real hard in my fist and started pumping it like crazy. And Dave groaned real loud and shot all this white stuff all over me and the car. A whole bunch of it came shooting out of his cock. That's how guys come, I guess."