Zach Receives an Unexpected Gift from Patty
written by:
Little tommy D.

Zach Receives an Unexpected Gift from Patty

Monday had a light patient load that allowed me to spend more time on my research teaching tools. Knowing that I probably wouldn't break for lunch, Patty had stuck her head in the door and asked if I wanted her to bring me anything to eat. I didn't look up, but asked, "Where're you heading? It depends on what they have."

She stepped in and leaned on her hands on the work table and replied, "Laura from Doctor Herrera's office asked me to go with her to 'The Southern Lady.' It's a tea room type of place in the strip near the pier. They have a dynamite oyster po'boy on French bread if you have an interest." I raised my head, reach for my wallet, pulled a twenty and smiled, "You said the magic words. Darn right I'm interested. Spread a little of the remoulade sauce on the inside of the top piece of bread, please." She grabbed the twenty, touched my hand and closed the door on her way

She didn't fib. The oysters were perfect and the bread crisp and tasty enhanced by the sauce that had soaked throughout the softer inside. I'll have to try that one more often. I spent the afternoon locked away from the turmoil of the normal office. I heard a tap at the door and yelled for whoever it was to come on in. Patty came in, and as she did at lunch, put her hands on the table, leaned forward and asked, "What time will you be over this evening? Should I hold dinner or go ahead and have it on the table at seven?"

This time I stopped activity, looked at her, winked as I answered, "Have it ready at seven or before. I only have another few minutes here before I head home to shower and change. Having the most of the day open, I was able to create a massive amount of teaching material to use for the next two months or more. I need to put the finishing touches on the last slideshow, the one with Holly, and then I'll close out and leave."

She had a frown on her face so I asked what I said to disturb her. She gave me 'the stare' when she spit, "You had to mention Holly, didn't you? Now I have to leave you here alone while you look at the slideshow of her pussy and asshole," I let my mouth fly open, but was stopped short of responding when she broke into a grin, and then a hearty laugh before joshing, "You should have seen the look on your face when you thought I was serious about Holly. I know it was for research and teaching and I know you see mine more than you ever saw hers, so I'm ahead, and I hope I'm right. Am I?"

I had lost the tension I had felt and responded, "You should know that you are and that you will stay ahead. Stop and think. Where will I be tonight? My cucumber won't be in the melon patch although it could be if that was my preference. Go on. I'll finish here and be there as soon as possible." She looked behind her, saw that the door was securely closed, leaned farther over the table and kissed me. She pushed herself up, said, "Bye. I'll have dinner ready." I kept watching until she closed the door and I heard her steps on the tile fade away.

I locked the front door at six-ten, backed out of the underground cover and headed home. I showered, dressed in shorts and a Rangers tee shirt, no socks as I had decided on sandals, jumped back in the car and in ten minutes was opening the door at Patty's condo. She was still in the kitchen so I went directly there. She was at the stove filling our plates so I became the server. I carried the plates to the table, took the silverware from the drawer, brought four napkins, and I sat in the chair I normally use. Patty brought the tea when she came to the table. We dined on chicken stir fry, sweet potato casserole, garden salad, and of course, the iced tea. I helped with the kitchen duty after we ate. When it was complete, I opened a fresh bottle of red wine, poured two glasses and at my suggestion, we went to her balcony to watch the dimming sun setting over the water as the sail boaters returned to port before night sat in and caught them in the dark.

We were enjoying the evening coolness brought by the slight breeze from the water. Patty spoke without facing me, "Have you ever met Laura when you were in Herrera's office?"

"I've seen her, or at least I assume it's her. Is she the young, pretty, dark haired one about five-five?"

"Yep, that's the one. At lunch today we were talking about various and sundry mundane things and she asked me about you. When she brought the subject to the fore, she shyly stuttered for a moment and then hesitatingly said that she thinks the bulge in the front of your pants is an invitation for a party."

I looked down at my fly, snorted and asked, "And, what did you say to her observation?"

"I told her that, yes, I had noticed, and that maybe she was right, especially since others have noticed, but never suggested it was an invitation. She then coyly asked if any of us in our office had used it as a lollypop or a syringe?" I felt badly because I couldn't stifle a laugh. When I laughed, she quickly blushed, put her head down, but she muttered that she was serious and that she would give anything to lick on it one evening." I laughed again, she became deadly serious over it, took my hand and pleaded, "Would I be way out of line if I said, why don't you and I invite him to a party? Just the two of us. And then when we get him there, we strip and see his reaction. I'll bet anything his bulge turns into a tent quicker than I can snap my fingers. Would you do that for me and you?" I didn't know how to respond at that question.

Patty had my attention now. I sat up and asked, "When did you know how to answer to that proposition? Were you interested? And, most importantly, what was your answer?"

"I didn't answer at that point. I wanted to know more so I asked what would be her plans if you stripped after you saw us. She perked up at my obvious curiosity and didn't hesitate to tell me that I could suck your dick and she would eat me at the same time. We would then switch so she could do you while I ate her. She envisioned you fucking one of us while you ate the other until we had another switch. I think she is more imaginative than any young person around. I have no idea where she gets her far-out ideas."

"Okay, Patty. So, what was your response to that scenario? The picture of it is exciting in any context. What point had you reached by that time?"

"Truthfully, my panties were soaked with just the thoughts of it. Just like now. Crap, they're soaked just telling you of the conversation."

"Yeah, and my shorts have made the tent just hearing of the idea. Well, how did you leave it with her? What are your thoughts on the possibilities of it happening?"

"Next Saturday. Her place."

""You're not joking are you? You actually made a date for the threesome? Wow, Pat, you really knocked my socks off," and I held my foot out to show her my sockless feet. She giggled.

"Unless I change my mind before then, we're on for dinner and an orgy. I want you to know that I didn't make the decision rashly, but a threesome has been on my 'bucket list' since nursing school. I've read many stories that featured threesomes, heard about them from others who have participated, but I never had the opportunity because I was too embarrassed to instigate it. Since she was the one that brought it up, I went all out to make it happen. Are you pissed? Do you object?"

"No and no. I want what you want. We can try it once to see if it works for us. Nothing lost, maybe something gained. What do you think now?"

"I think you should practicing. Right now. Look around you. There's no one else outside anywhere in sight. It's dark enough if we turn the lamp off, so get your tent folded, leave the pole out, and come put it in its sheave."

I stepped inside, turned the lamp out, tempered the volume of the music, dropped my shorts, boxers, a tee shirt in the floor and saw Patty already naked, leaning over the balcony railing. I eased up behind her, ran my right hand between her legs under her ass, put my left hand on her left nipple and rolled it in my fingers. She spread her legs wider and I ran my finger through her hair and felt the wetness inside her lips. My hard on was pressing against her ass so she used her left hand, wrapped it around the shaft and held it. I moved my finger back and forth inside her lips and waited for her increase in breathing. I continued for a few minutes as I slowly lowered myself to the cushion on the patio floor. I put my knees on it, ran my tongue through the crack of her ass and replaced my finger in her lips with my tongue. She gasped, leaned farther over the rail and presented me more space between her legs. I was teasing her with my tongue bouncing at the opening in the hood over her clit.

"I turned, sat on the cushion and ran my tongue inside her pussy, sucking at the flow of her juice. I used my right hand to pinch her clit and gently squeeze the firm button, increasing the tongue fucking as I did so. She was murmuring lowly through her rapid panting. I brought her tension to its maximum peak, stood and swiftly rammed my dick inside her pussy and followed the beat of the song playing on the stereo. She moaned loudly, grabbed at my head and loudly whispered, "Faster, Zach. It's here, Oh, God, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming." She took both hands and held on the rails, pushing backwards so that I could go deeper inside during her orgasm, still asking for me to go faster. With the beat of the music, the lube of her juices, I was hydraulically moving in and out of her pussy until my balls ached, rapidly shrunk, pulled upwards and I began spilling what felt like cups full of Cum inside her deep garden well.

I believe she sensed the volume of the warm Cum when she shot at me, "Don't stop now, keep going," she instructed. "It's building again and I'm almost ready again. She yelped as she bucked back against me, shoving my dick against the wall of her cervix while I kept it moving. The Cum was following my dick out and was dripping down her leg and on the cushion below. Suddenly she stood on her tiptoes, screamed, "Zach." and went limp on the rail. I had to stop and withdraw. I leaned over her and asked, "Are you all right, Pat?" She weakly nodded and muttered, "That one tore my insides apart it felt so powerful and so good. We'll put doggy style at the top of the list in the future."

She regained her normalcy after several minutes so I backed away from her, my dick still as hard as ever. She turned toward me, saw it standing up and said, "Sit in your chair." I sat; she turned the cushion over, sat between my legs, took my dick in her mouth and cleaned it of her juice and my Cum. Once it was clean, she gave me probably the best jacking off I have ever had. She used both hands off and on, squeezing my balls between the off's, and eventually had me so jumpy in my canvas chair I was rubbing my ass raw. When I was at my ready point, she put the head in her mouth, jacked while teasing the eye and never stopped when I began spurting my second load inside her mouth. She maintained the head in her mouth until I had been fully drained. She looked up, stared me directly in the eye and swallowed. I grinned. She licked her lips and gloated, "Never let it be said that this girl won't swallow." I pushed forward, turned her head and gave her a deep, appreciative kiss.

She pulled her chair closer to mine; we held hands and sat until the breeze became so cool we were forced inside. My thought was that our time on the patio had been one of the best evenings on a balcony I have ever experienced. After such a pleasant night, the next day at the office was one crazy motherfucker for lack of a better description. The first patient that morning rose from her chair when she was called and her water broke. After having her transferred to the OB unit at the hospital next door, calling maintenance for clean-up, we had a modicum of calm until just before noon. I was summoned from my exam room when another patient miscarried in the restroom requiring another emergency transfer to the hospital. My nerves were on edge by the time the noon break came around. I needed some air, not lunch, so I told Patty that I was going for a walk and if she wanted, she could bring me a tuna on wheat if wherever she was going had one, if not, forget it.

I walked past the hospital, swung left at the intersection and headed for the pier, hoping the sea air would calm me even more. I found an unoccupied pier post and sat on it, dangling my feel against it and kicking it with the heels of my shoes. I was daydreaming, lost in watching two sail boats tack along the shore seemingly racing each other in a friendly, sea-faring manner. I was instantly brought back to reality when I was tapped on the right shoulder. I turned my head and there stood Laura, a broad smile on her face displaying gleaming white teeth and perfect, sexy lips covered in a pale rose application of lipstick. Her pale blue eyes were piercing as they surveyed my face. "Hello, Dr. Zaltz. Lovely day, isn't it? I'm Laura Beaufort from Dr. Herrera's office. We've never officially met before," and she held out her delicate hand for me to shake.

"I surprised her and instead of shaking, I leaned and kissed it, raised my head and said, "The pleasure is mine, Ms. Beaufort."

"Please, it's Laura. That was a very nice gesture on your part."

"Well, if I call you Laura, then you must call me Zach. Turn about is fair play, so they say."

"Agreed. I'm so happy that you accepted the invitation to my get together Saturday evening. I think it'll be a lot of fun for all of us. So, come ready for a great evening."

"I will, Laura. I'm looking forward to the evening. Are you heading back to work? If so, we can walk together and gab along the way."

"Yes, that would be nice."

By the time we arrived at the office building, I knew her history. She was enrolled at the community college in the last year of the nursing program. Her intention is to go forward with her undergrad degree before becoming an RN. She was from San Antonio; she was actually twenty-two, having worked two years prior to deciding on her career path. Her goal is to be an OR nurse. I told her if I could help in any way, just to let me know. She smiled when I made that offer. I wondered if she was thinking of the same kind of help I was thinking of offering and not the kind being planned for this Saturday.

The afternoon was much more sedate than the morning had been and was a nice respite. We got through the day with a better outlook than imagined. After work, I took Patty to the 'Surfside Pelican' for happy hour. We were into our second margarita when I told her of my meeting with Laura at the pier. She was eager to hear about the conversation we had and whether or not Saturday night had come up. I told her it had, how Laura had reacted, and she had to snicker at the innocence of how Laura had referred to a 'get together' and 'how much fun' we could expect. I told her I felt it was charming the way she did it not knowing that I knew the entire plot. We walked back to the office and retrieved our cars. I kissed her goodbye and we went to our respective homes.

The balance of the week went speeding by at a head spinning pace. When quitting time on Friday rolled around, Patty came to my office, closed the door and sat in the patient's chair in front of the desk. She cleared her throat and softly said, "No change of mind about tomorrow? It's been on my mind all day. Mixed emotions, you know. At one point, I think about striking through 'Threesome' on my 'bucket list,' and then my next thoughts are to get the Hell out of Dodge tomorrow before six comes up on the old clock. Just before I came in here, my thoughts were strictly pleasant, so pleasant in fact, that my panties are wet again. I'd have you scratch the itch right now, but I want you fully loaded for tomorrow so that thought is out the window."

I gave a muffled laugh and asked, "Fully loaded, huh? Well, I assured it is because it hasn't been emptied since last week on the balcony."

"Glad to hear it. I was going to tell you not to empty it, but that would have been presumptuous of me. It's yours and you can empty your pail anytime you want."

I laughed again and spit back, "Hey, you forgot to add 'anywhere' to your anytime comment." I leaned back and was just able to dodge the wadded sheet of paper she threw at me while she laughed, stood and jerked the door open. "I'll be ready at five-forty. Don't be late." She closed the door and I returned to signing claim forms for the hospital.

I was on time. She got in and said, "She lives in Bal-Mar IV, Unit Seven, Oceanside. You know where it is don't you?"

"I should. I lived in Bal-Mar II the first year I was here. That was before we formed the partnership and before I bought the house. I hated to leave all the pussy in Bal-Mar. It's full of young career girls who love the beach and sun, plus the fun. We parked in the designated 'Guest' spot, went in, located Unit Seven and rapped on the door. Laura opened it instantly, stood back and swung her arm to urge us in, closed the door and hugged both of us. She thanked us for coming, led us to the Den, had wine on the center table, and already poured. We all took a glass and followed her to the kitchen. Patty and I sat at the table while Laura put the finishing touches on dinner. When she appeared ready, we all took a part of the dinner and went back to the table. During dinner, we chatted about the beautiful weather, plans for the weekend, how she liked Bal-mar, and my time here. The wine was gone and she offered another bottle but Patty and I both declined. I told her the peach tea was my favorite and that I would stick with it.

Dinner was excellent. Laura had served prime rib, seasoned new potatoes, eggplant casserole, the peach iced tea, and she had deferred dessert until later. I poured another glass of the peach tea and sat in the easy chair in the Den. Patty and Laura shooed me away from the kitchen, not wanting me to be in their way during the clean-up. I could hear low talking between them, but couldn't understand the words. Shortly, they came out of the kitchen, walked down the hallway and disappeared around the corner.

Ten minutes flew by when I heard Patty calling for me to join them. I refilled my tea and sauntered down the hall the way they had gone. The bedroom was at the end of the hall, the light was on, so I headed for that room. When I turned the corner, I saw them sitting on the bed, both naked. When I entered the room I responded to the sight in a shocked manner to deflect my knowledge so that Laura wouldn't know that Patty had spilled the beans; Laura waved me over and patted a spot on the bed for me to sit next to her. I gave her a stunned look; Patty spoke up and said, "While we cleaned the kitchen, we decided to prepare this surprise dessert for you. Come on, Zach, don't be a prude. Drop your clothes and become part of Laura's dessert dish." I placed my glass of iced tea on the nightstand coaster and undressed facing them. I heard Laura suck in hard when she saw my seven inches drop in front of her and she turned to Patty, motioned to my dick and issued a surprised facial expression. Patty nodded to her and smiled.

Laura stood, started toward the closet, and as I was drinking in my first sight of her ass moving, it was giving me a psychologically driven, raging premature hard-on. Patty stared at it, wondering why it was making eyes at her. Rather than sit there like an idiot with a hard on waiting on Laura to return, I scooted over and patted Patty on the knee, prompting her to grab my hardened dick and hang on tightly, squeezing it for being a big bad boy over Laura's ass. When Laura came back, we were quizzically staring while watching as she put a tube of lube and a small natural looking dildo on the nightstand. She looked at me, pointed at my long hard dick and said, "I became nervous and decided you may need to use the lube with me when I saw the size of your tool. I also brought another toy that I sometimes use." She removed the dildo from the nightstand, held it up for us to see, we both were amazed at the natural look and color, and she positioned it at the top of the bed. I stood there and wondered how she intended to use it during our 'fun.'

She eyed Patty, Patty nodded, and Laura dropped to her knees in front of me, reached for the lube and squirted a small amount on her delicate small hand. She wrapped the hand around my dick, began jacking me off, and she, not me, was moaning as she increased her hand action. She had Patty drop another few drops of lube on her fingers, but she never slowed, never stopping. She motioned for Patty to join in and I soon had four hands jacking on my quivering, pulsating dick. The intensity was consuming me and I could no longer stand it sitting up. I dropped back and stretched, as I began bucking my hips using my dick in fucking their hands while pointing it upwards to meet their movements.

Laura quit, pushed on my right side and had me turn over and get on the bed. She put a pillow under my stomach, took another squirt of lube on the dildo, and then poured a small amount of the lube on my asshole. I winced as the cold jelly hit. She gently parted my cheeks, inserted the dildo and turned on the vibrator. She found my prostate, pushed the vibrating dildo against it and watched me writhe, squirm, and moan. I had never had my ass fucked before and was surprised to find that I liked it. I pulled Patty in front of me, had her get on her knees and I was giving her a rim job while Laura was driving me batty with the dildo up my ass. Laura continued until she heard me lightly screaming as I had to withdraw my tongue from Patty because of the desire to Cum caused by the vibrator on my prostate. I was gritting my teeth hard in my attempt to prevent it. Recognizing what she was doing, she withdrew the dildo, stood, rubbed the lube between her large breasts, lay down beside me, and slapped my ass. "Zach, come up here and fuck my tits, please. They're ready for your dick."

I crawled up her delicious body, she pressed the breasts tightly together and I began fucking right into her face. This was only the second time I had fucked tits and it was by far the best, probably because of their size enveloping my entire dick and most of my balls. Patty was at the end of the bed, positioning herself between Laura's legs and she began sucking Laura's clit and tonguing her heavily black-haired pussy. I was trying my best not to climax. I gritted my teeth again, bit my lip, thought about horror movies, and being chased by a cleaver wielding Jack Nicholson through the hotel as I fought off Cumming. I was thinking, My God, Laura, why me? Why an old fart as I am. If my heart stopped now, the trip to heaven would be a short one because it would be while I was in Eden at the start.

Laura signaled for me to stop. Regretting her signal, I slowed, waited until Patty moved and I collapsed beside Patty. Laura turned to the nightstand, picked up my tea, gave me a sip and with no warning, poured the ice cold drink over my dick and balls. From hot to cold in an instant was the most incredible jolt I had ever had from anything in my memory. I knew at that moment that I wouldn't drop my load then because it was frozen inside my balls just like ice cubes. While Laura began sucking my dick, Patty positioned herself over my face and lowered her pussy to my nose. When I had the first whiff of her pussy, my dick started vibrating and I wasn't certain if it was Pats pussy in my face or that my dick was just cold and shivering on its own. Laura pulled back, gave me another drink of the ice cold tea, trigging me to tongue Patty with my frozen tongue and quickly had her panting and tensing. I continued until I had a sliver of the ice cube from the drink on the end of my tongue and I suddenly shoved it inside Patty's pussy. When the cold shock hit inside her pussy, she went into orgasm immediately, screaming, sighing, biting her lip and pounding on the top of my head as the spasms electrified her. I had a slight concern that she might damage my nose with her movements. Laura pulled my dick to the right; I rolled Patty over and put a pillow under her ass. I penetrated her immediately.

My frozen dick was screaming for release. Patty was still in the throes of her orgasm and was the perfect fuck--wriggling, squirming, bucking, twisting, goading me on until I was aching I was so ready to pop. I raised my ass to thrust harder when Laura stuck the dildo in again and rammed it against my prostate. My balls viciously twinged, sucked up hard and swiftly, and I knew at that second I was going to empty a massive, built-up load inside of Patty's pussy. But, I received an unexpected shock when Laura grabbed my dick, pulled me out of Patty, rolled me over, squatted over me, and lowered her pussy onto my dick. She was exceedingly tight, tight to the point of being hard to enter it was so extremely tight and it was as if she hadn't fucked much at all. When her weight managed to push her down on the full length my dick she grimaced, muffled a scream, groaned loudly as she reached behind me and jerked on my balls.

She wasn't fucking me, just sitting there on my dick not moving. I was hurting again, I needed the release I was being denied. On the third hard jerk, the dam cracked and the Cum came in what felt like gallon spurts as I overfilled her tight pussy. She had Cum running out the side of her pussy, on her ass, dripping on my balls and yet she kept from fucking me. I wasn't going to let her sit there without movement. I rammed my body upwards, lifting her against her cervix, and when we came down, she blinked rapidly for a few seconds, took the initiative and vigorously fucked me until I was rock hard, bouncing her around on my dick and pelvis. In some three minutes, she fell over on me, wrapped her arms around my neck and stunned me by suddenly rising up and kissing me on the mouth, giving me choking tongue action. She released my neck, took both hands and clamped my mouth shut. I had no other option but to accept her tongue tearing around the inside of my mouth. While she tongued my mouth, she was flexing her abdomen, grunting heavily, and bouncing her ass up and down on my dick. Patty grabbed my balls and massaged them while I tried to regain control of myself, but to no avail. Laura's movements were deadly and I was spraying her insides once again. When the contractions ended, she rose up, smiled at me, turned and smiled at Patty as I pushed her off my now limp and flaccid dick.

All three of us collapsed on the bed, side by side. I didn't know what to say. I felt that from her actions, she was an experienced lover, but her tightness was what had shocked me. In all my years of sex, I had never even thought of doing some of what she had us do, much less to actually do them. This threesome was going to be a learning experience for Patty and me, for certain. But, when I turned to Laura, she was softly crying. I tapped Patty and motioned my head toward her to look. When Patty saw she was crying, she climbed over me, wrapped Laura in her arms and whispered, "What's bothering you, Laura. Did we do something wrong?"

She sniffled, looked at Patty and replied, "No, for Heaven's sake, no. I'm crying because I'm so happy it happened. I love both of you guys. I want you to know now that I have only had sex once in my entire life. I was only fourteen when it happened and it wasn't a good experience. It hurt me badly, so badly I've been afraid ever since. I have dreamed of it so often, but always ran away. I couldn't try it alone, Patty. That's why I wanted it with you. You and Zach. I've watched the two of you for a year now and had my fantasy about how to bring it about. After you agreed, I cried all night I was so happy. I read books, I watched films, and did everything I could to be prepared. I read that you're never to thank anyone for sex, but I want to thank the two of you for the happiness, not the sex, you've brought."

I raised my head, looked at her and asked, "You learned about the dildo and the cold tea in books or film?"

"Yes, it told how erotic it feels to a man when you massage his prostate. Was it erotic for you, Zach?"

I laughed and answered, "If being driven almost crazy by the vibration is erotic, you're damned right it was erotic. You nearly had me blow my load before you jumped on."

"I knew you were ready because the film showed how balls shrink and pull up. When I saw that is when I pulled you out of Patty. Sorry, Patty, but I had to be the one. I wanted it even though I was scared to death of the size of it."

"You're welcome, Laura. Next time is my turn. How about next Saturday at my place?'

"Really? You'd do it again with me. Oh, I'd be so happy to be there. Yes, Patty, yes!"