Chapter 9

After breakfast, I took Patty shopping. First stop was a rather seedy 'adult boutique' place out on the frontage road by the interstate. I was concerned that maybe I'd have trouble getting Patty into the place, but we just walked in, and the guy behind the counter was not much older than me, and seemed really bored. Black hair, black fingernails, more metal in his head than the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz, and absorbed in some dopey comic book. He barely even looked up when we walked in. Patty ooooohh'ed and aaaahhh'ed over all the stuff in there, and I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time we visited.

We went up and down the aisles, looking at the silly games and stupid fur handcuffs, and all the lotions, lubes, and gels for making things slippery and slidey. I grabbed a couple of strawberry and cherry lubes, arching my eyebrows at Patty as I did and she grinned like a miner who just tripped over a three-pound nugget. When we hit the dildo aisle, she about busted a gut, and she had to handle every freakin' one of them, even the ones still wrapped in plastic on the cardboard. They had bins of 'em, separated by size and color, from the dinky little pink pointed ones about four inches long that looked like they belonged to a Barbie set, to the rather alarming looking black mambas that came with their own sling. I let Patty pick out a couple of toys for her, a good sized James Deen model that seemed very All-American, a full size Ron Jeremy with ejaculating balls, and a Mandingo Massacre model that looked like it could be an NFL draft day star or something. She seemed curious about the strap-on models in one box, but I explained that they were stand-ins for when there aren't any guys around. She smiled and whispered, "But I like the real thing SO much better!" and grabbed my crotch. Little minx.

When she saw the bin with a bunch of rather odd shaped dildoes in it, we both had to stop and look. I was totally confused for a minute, but then it struck me. They were for, shall we say, "non-human" aficionados. Yeah. Doggy dildoes. And horses, for crying out loud. I picked up one monster, the "Mister Ed" and Patty turned white when she saw it. I don't blame her. It was as big around as her thigh. There's no doubt she'd have to grow in to a pussy destroyer like that. She did pick up and play with a couple of the Great Dane and Mastiff models, and I'm not sure I didn't see the wheels turning in her perverted little mind.

We bought some more junk, mostly things that needed batteries, and a few trashy pieces of lingerie, but as we picked through that stuff, I showed Patty how most of this stuff was junk compared to good quality stuff from a high end department store. They did have some nice stockings though, so we picked up half a dozen pairs.

Towards the back of the store, Patty saw the sign flashing "Theatre Adults Only", and grabbed my arm to pull me back there. There was a dark, rather rank smelling area with four long hallways branching out from it, each about thirty feet long. Looking at the porn flicks advertised on the boards in the lobby, it was obvious one was for gay guys, one had some B&D type flicks where chicks were whipping guys or guys were whipping chicks, and two of them had good ol' Male on Female fuck films. Oddly, Patty seemed fascinated by the gay films.

"God, Bobby look at this! There's guys sucking guys dicks! That's so HOT!" she whispered. "I wanna see that!" I grumbled in disgust but led her down the dark alley anyway. There were a few guys leaning against the wall, but in the pitch black hall you couldn't see much. I'm not even sure if they noticed that Patty was a female, and a young one at that. We ducked into the first open booth. Patty looked at the film selection with rapt eagerness. I wasn't sure what to think but I let her go on for a while.

She finally poked her finger at one rather odd selection - "Hot Rod Hunks" - evidently a documentary about the rampant homosexuality at custom car shops. Yeah, right. Whatever. I dropped a couple of quarters in the slot and the movie came to life on the little screen in front of us. I could see the crusty white slimy spots where cum had been shot on the screen and left gross snail trails as it seeped down. The floor was sticky as well, and smelled like damp sox in a locker room. Patty watched the film with wide eyes. It did nothing for me, thankfully. The last thing I wanted was a hard-on watching two bearded 30 year old guys gobble each others groins. I fed another couple of bucks into the machine at her insistence when the first few minutes ended.

All was going along well, even though I was getting bored stiff. I could see Patty had one hand down into her panties and was getting off on seeing the gay action. Suddenly, we both got a huge shock. A rather hard cock came poking through a hole in the wall next to us that I hadn't even noticed. Talk about OMG.

Patty yelped and pointed at it. "What's that!" she whispered.

"It's a dick, dummy." I poked her in the ribs.

"What are we supposed to do with it?" she queried.

"Fuck if I know. Just watch out in case it shoots."

Patty stared at it. It was, to my knowledge, only the second real cock she'd ever been that close to. It was kinda odd. I felt a bit protective, but also a bit ticked off that there was another boner pointing at my sister. Then I realized that whoever it was, didn't know that I had a GIRL in here with me. They must have thought it was just me, or me and another guy.

The cock bounced up and down. Then we heard the voice come through the hole in the wall.

"G'wan. Suck it, boy, I know you want to..." it roughly ordered.

I was about to tell the faceless dick to go to hell, but Patty touched me on the arm.

"He wants you to suck it!" she grinned.

"Hell no. I may be tolerant, but I have no desire to suck dick. You want to?"

She looked at me. Really closely. She was considering it, I could tell.

"Ummm ... not really. It might be ... uh, gross or something." We looked closely at the cock, not knowing what to look for. I mean, it wasn't covered with scabs or pus or anything. It was circumsized, not really large, very pink, and about 5 inches long. Mine's better, I thought to myself.

"Yours is nicer, Bobby." Patty was reading my mind. Then, hesitantly, she reached out and touched it. It jumped at her fingertips, and a bead of pre-cum leaked out. She got a little bolder, and wrapped her fingers around it, and started slowly jerking it off. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

The faceless owner on the other side grunted a bit, but started to move back and forth, helping Patty jerk his cock off. As he leaked more pre-cum, she wiped it around on the head of the shaft, which he must have liked because the grunting and groaning got a little heavier. It was weird to watch. On one hand, (so to speak... ) I was a bit jealous of the guy, but on the other, it was exciting to watch Patty pleasure someone else. She continued rubbing the guy, and it was clear that he'd be spurting sometime soon. Now his balls were actually pushed through the hole too, and she started tickling them with her other hand.

"What do we do when he cums?" she whispered at me.

"Stay outta the frickin' way!" I warned. Just in time. All of sudden, the dick jumped in her hand and a huge gout of cum shot from the head of the dick. Patty yelped and ducked to one side, and we heard the SPLAT as it hit on the other side of the booth. Another jet followed, as Patty excitedly kept jerking on the cock, pulling the cum out of this guy's balls like it was a contest to see how much she could extract.

"Yeah, cum, cum for me baby, come on, shoot that stuff!" she ordered the guy in a loud stage whisper so he could hear. The fellow cooperated, pulsing out three or four jets of cum which flew out into the middle of the booth between us, splattering loudly on the floor of the booth. But then he finished, and we heard a sigh and a grunted "Thanks, man". Then the cock withdrew from the hole, and we were dickless. Patty looked at me and glowed in excitement.

"Wow, Bobby did you see that? I made him cum all the way across the booth! Did you hear it hit? I mean it must have been four feet away!" she burbled. "Can we do it again? Can we?"

"Shit, Patty, I don't know." I was a little apprehensive about letting my 14 year old sister sit in a booth and jerk off total strangers all afternoon. "What if -"

I didn't finish. Another cock poked through, this one was only half hard, but it was bigger, much bigger than the first one. Damn. Some guys have all the luck. Patty beamed at it, and reached out with her tiny hands to surround it from both sides. She started rubbing back and forth on it, twisting as she got to the head, and it rapidly filled with blood and stiffened up. The goddamn thing was at least eight inches long when it stopped, and even I stared at it in wonder. It had a huge, wide vein running along the bottom side that pulsed and pushed a big dollop of precum out the hole in the head. And the hole! Holy christ, it looked big enough to put a pencil in. It winked open and closed as Patty jerked the skin back and forth, about every four winks it would drip a bubble of pre cum and Patty would swipe it around on the head, until it glistened.

She rubbed and rubbed, and the guy on the other side would grunt every now and then but he seemed content with the earnest, if not totally expert, hand job he was getting. Patty had her own fingers squelching wetly in her crotch, and she vibrated through a small cum as she used the other hand to jerk roughly on the stranger's cock right in front of her.

Suddenly, she leaned forwards and swiped her tongue across the top of the guy's dick, lapping up the drop of pre-cum and pulling it back into her mouth like a frog with a fly. That brought another sound of pleasure from the adjoining booth, so she did it again, every couple of seconds leaning into wipe the slime from this guy's boner. She continued to jerk him off, running her little fist all the way down the shaft and then back up again.

I was just about to warn her that she might get a Big Surprise if she wasn't careful, but then the guy grunted, the cock seemed to grow about a half inch, and a big huge glob of cum bubbled out of the head of the dick just as Patty was about to swipe it with her tongue. Instead of a little drop of clear, she got a tongue-full of white. She pulled it back in in alarm and without even thinking, swallowed it down. Her hand kept pulling cum out of the cock, and it dripped and drooled down wetly over her hand and down onto the floor. It looked like this guy was a drooler, not a shooter. Thank god, Patty could have gotten her head blown off if this guy blasted her straight in the face. She pulled all the cum out of this cock, and then leaned down to kiss it gently before it too retreated back out of the hole.

"Jeeze, Patty, what did you do that for? You could've gotten completely drenched by that guy!" I snickered at her.

"I know but god, did you see the size of that dick? Do they really get that large?" she wondered in fascination. I shrugged my shoulders. "It would see so."

We watched, or rather, SHE watched, a few more minutes of the movie, and then another dick came through. This one was longer than the first, but very thin, and it wasn't circumsized. Patty'd never seen an uncut cock, and she inspected it with the detachment of an inspector looking over a hunk of salami or something. She skinned the foreskin back so the head would peep out, but she didn't seem impressed.

"I think I like them like you, Bobby, supersized."

"That's CIRCUMsized, you dunce!" I laughed, punching her in the arm. She laughed back and me, and took the offered dick in hand.

A half hour later, and she'd stroked off four more dicks, none especially noteworthy or memorable. One of them accidentally shot off without any warning, and plopped a drop of strange cum right at the top of her forehead, but other than that she made sure they all fired their semen onto the floor under our feet. The floor started getting really slippery and slimy after a while. Finally, though, her arm got tired, and we let the movie end and then opened the door to go out. There were still about half a dozen guys lurking around in the dark, but we hurriedly moved out into the light of the store, paid for our stuff, and ran laughing out in to the parking lot. The bright sunlight made me blink.

"God Bobby that was FUN! I wanna do that AGAIN!" Patty excitedly cried as we jumped in the car. "I really like jerking guys off and seeing them cum!" she bubbled as we drove off and headed for the mall. "D'ya think they expected me to suck them too?" she asked.

"Jeeze, I don't know. I guess so. But I'm not sure that's very safe, ya know?" I responded, semi-truthfully. Of course, I knew that a dick presented through a glory hole, especially in a gay section of the place, expected to be sucked off. I just thought it was a bit too risky, in this day and age, to sit there and suck off a gay boner that's been who knows where. I considered things on the drive the rest of the way to the mall. Patty chattered on and on about how much fun it was to jerk dicks, and how great it was to see them cum. She got fixated on watching cum shoot out of cocks. I guess, for a girl, that's a fairly odd thing and I suppose it's only natural for them to occasionally get a kick out of watching it. Same thing as watching us pee, I guess. In any case, by the time we got to the mall, Patty had decided to make it her life's work to see how many males she could make ejaculate. A noble goal, indeed. I just hoped I'd be around to see as many as possible.

We spent about two hours at the mall - I let her go into whatever clothing stores and dress shops and shoe shops she wanted to, and let her go crazy. She bought about 10 skirts, a bunch of dresses, and a butt load of lingerie, stockings, and panties and such, and four more pairs of high heels. Now that she'd figured out how to walk in them, she spent an hour teasing the poor schlump at the shoe place, sticking her foot out, making him fit another style or color on her tiny little foot, and then standing up and looking over her shoulder at her butt and asking, "So, how does this make my butt look? Is it sexy? You don't think these are too high a heel, do you?" and stuff like that. The poor guy kept turning twelve shades of red, and I just stood there, amused at Patty's quickly growing female wiles.

Nothing too exciting happened, but it was fun walking with her along the mall aisles, as she'd changed into one of her new outfits - a pleated little skirt about 8 inches long that barely, and I mean BARELY, came down past her ass cheeks, a cropped top that hung down over her tiny tits, and a pair of heels and white sox with those little white balls on them. Oh yeah, she was turning into a sex bomb, no doubt about that. She loved the looks she was getting from the guys, especially the old perverts in their 40s and 50s, and I think she got off on the jealous looks she got from some of the other kids her age we passed. She held my hand the whole time, and kept looking at me with those doe eyes and thanking me for taking her shopping.

We stopped at the food court and I fed her four slices of pizza and two Cokes, and I had a hamburger and a Coke. Of course, after walking around a while, we both had to go, so it was back to the rest rooms. She went in hers, I went in mine. I was standing there peeing when all of a sudden the door flew open and she ran in.

"There's too many other girls in there, I don't wanna wait!" she burst out. She buzzed into one of the stalls, and I heard her sit and spray for about 45 seconds. "Whew ... what a relief, you know?" she laughed. "Hey Bobby, I wonder how much of this is yours!" she roared out loud. I could only shake my head and my cock, as I danced around. I washed my hands and waited for her to finish. All of a sudden, the door opened, and fuck me, a mall security guard walks in. He nods to me and goes to stand in front of one of the urinals. I goofed off, saying, "Hey officer, what's up?" to give Patty a heads up and let her know that not only were we not alone, but that it was a rent-a-cop. I saw here feet fly up off the floor real fast, and I decided the best thing to do was to go in her stall and make like I had to pee. Again.

I went to grab the door, and of course it was locked. I banged on it, not realizing this, and it made the noise they make when they're locked. You know, the noise that says, "I'm locked, doofus." The guy looked at me and I played dumb. "I guess it's a PUSH, eh?" I said sheepishly, hoping dingbat Patty would get the hint and unlock the door. I heard her snicker, but she didn't unlock the door. I tried again, and again it made the "I'm locked" noise. Now, the security guy was starting to get interested. He looked over at me as he zipped up.

"Anything wrong, kid?" he asked.

"No, I guess the door's just stuck or something. I'll use the other one..." I answered, moving to the next stall over and pulling open the door. What is it with fucking bathroom stalls, they gotta make them about 7 inches across so it's almost impossible to walk in, turn around and then lock the door behind you unless you stand on the toilet. I squirmed in and turned around to face towards the door.