The widow's hot job

CHAPTER EIGHT

Once more, Art was sure he was dreaming. This just couldn't be happening to him. Patty stood up and shrugged off her rumpled dress and bra. Naked, she pulled him to his feet, then led the way to her bedroom. His cock was so stiff, it seemed to precede him by about a yard.

She switched on the light, revealing a very inviting and huge bed. Then she turned to Art and started undressing him. He was still in a daze, not believing this gorgeous creature had invited him into her bedroom. He stood there like a statue as she whisked off his clothes.

Then he realized he was naked and that Patty was staring at his cock. She had good reason to stare. Art was extremely well hung, especially for such a skinny little guy. Even in high school, he'd been envied. Jocks like basketball players, huge guys, would stare and frown with jealousy.

However he seldom got a chance to impress girls with his thick nine-incher. He somehow always managed to date prudes who wouldn't even hold hands, let alone fuck. Hookers were always impressed with his prick, but this was the first time a regular date had seen his cock.

"Oh, my gosh!" Patty said in awe. "You've got the biggest cock I ever saw, Art."

"Really?" he said happily.

Patty couldn't believe it. He really was the best-hung guy she'd seen. Of course she hadn't fucked very many men, but she was sure there weren't many pricks this size. She could hardly wait to enjoy it. She grabbed Art's hand and practically dragged him over to the bed.

She gave him a playful push and he rolled onto his back. His incredibly long thick boner stood straight up, aimed at the ceiling and bulging with blue veins. Patty crawled over to him, panting, and started lashing her hot little tongue up and down the granite column of cock meat. "Ohhhhh, Jesus, yesss!" Art moaned blissfully.

This was just like one of his crazy sex fantasies. He'd had lots of fantasies about Patty since she came to work at the office, and he especially liked to imagine her going down on him, greedily whipping her hot juicy tongue all over his stiff cock. Now it was actually happening, and he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven.

Her big tits were swinging and wobbling with her movements, and he ogled them. He watched her glistening pink tongue lapping all over his stiff-standing cock. Her pale-blonde hair was long and straight, and it swung as her head bobbed. Everything he saw turned him on like mad.

Patty was just as aroused as he was. She saw the thick globs of cock cream oozing up in his piss hole, and she went for them, spearing them up with the tip of her tongue and gobbling them. Art watched the gorgeous widow eating his cream, and his cock gave a violent buck and almost exploded. He was so insanely turned on, he knew he couldn't hold off his climax much longer.

"Patty," he groaned, "I'm going to come. I can't stop it."

"Great," she gurgled. "Come in my mouth." His eyes widened as the lovely naked girl brought her red-glossed lips down around his prick. His cock was so thick and long, she couldn't take all of it, but she managed to suck in the massive purple cock head and some of the blue-veined cock shaft.

Then she drew in her cheeks and started sucking noisily and greedily. Art almost flew off the bed. He'd had blow-jobs from hookers, but they were just going through the motions, doing a job that bored them. Patty was sucking his cock with genuine hunger and lust.

"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

"Ohhhhhh, Jesus," Art panted.

He wished the fantastic experience could go on and on, but unfortunately he was just to horny to last. He'd been lusting for this girl since the moment he first watched her ass wiggle in a tight skirt. He'd been lusting after her all evening as she did progressively more daring and sexy things to him. So how in hell could he hold out now?

Patty's hair was flying and her head was bobbing furiously as she suctioned the hot cream out of his piss hole. Art watched her dizzily, but his eyes wouldn't stay in focus. They rolled back, then closed tightly, and he felt his balls exploding. Searing come thundered up his cock and flooded into Patty's hotly sucking mouth.

"Unnnhhhhh, eat it, aaaagggghhhhhh!" he roared.

"Mmmmmm, uuummmmmmmm!" she moaned.

Patty let her cheeks swell with his heavy steaming come-load, savoring the hot salty taste. She held it till the molten juice was spurting from the corners of her lips. Then she gulped it down, draining his cock and balls. Art slumped back with a blissful groan.

"Patty, that was sensational," he panted. "That was the best blow-job I ever had."

"Why, thank you, Art," she beamed. "My husband taught me to do that."

"He was a great teacher," Art said. "But then, so are you, Patty. Will you teach me some more things?"

"Sure, Art," she said. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?"

"Yes," he said with a wicked grin. "I'd like to learn how to go down on girls."

"Good choice," Patty said. "It really turns them on."

She got into position, on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. Art crawled between her legs to get a close-up view of her pretty cream-beaded pussy slit. In that position, everything was exposed to the light of the room, and he didn't miss a thing. Patty let him look for a few moments, then pointed to her little hooded clit.

"Remember my clit?" she asked. "Well, if you lick it and suck it, I'll follow you anywhere."

"I get the picture," Art chuckled.

Patty was a great teacher, and he loved being taught. He found himself drooling as he moved in for his very first taste of pussy. He knew even before his tongue touched her cunt gash that he was going to love eating pussy.

"Ooooooooo, yesssss!" Patty squealed.

Art's big wet tongue was lashing up and down over her clit, giving her delicious sensations. Nothing could feel better than that, she thought. She arched her body up, greedily thrusting her clit at him to get even more friction from his lashing tongue. She clawed the bed and moaned with delight.

"Mmmmmmm, honey, that's perfect," she panted. "I love that so much, Art, don't stop."

Art had no intention of stopping. Just as he'd anticipated, he loved the tangy hot taste of pussy, and he knew he'd never get enough of it, even if he went down on a thousand girls. He whipped his tongue greedily over her clit and gobbled up all the musky juice that flowed from her aroused cunt.

Patty was in heaven as she realized that the meek mousy office manager was a natural-born pussy gobbler. The guy had incredible talent. His hot tongue whipped faster and faster aver her throbbing clit bringing her excitement to fever pitch. She was creaming all over his face and clawing the bed as the pleasure built and built.

"Ohhhh, shit, am I gonna come," she moaned.

Art thought he knew just how to get her off. She'd mentioned how she'd love to have her clit sucked, and it seemed to be time. As she whimpered and shoved her clit in his face, he suddenly jammed his mouth onto the wildly pulsating button and began sucking it loudly and greedily.

"Ohhhh, God, ohhhhh!" Patty screamed. "I love that, honey! Don't stop!"

She soaked his face with blast after blast of her sticky cunt cream, and he sucked faster and faster on her nearly exploding clit, wanting to give her a climax she'd never forget. Patty sobbed in ecstasy and closed her eyes tightly as she hurtled to the very brink of climax.

"Suck meeeee! Ohhhhh, fuck, whahhhhhhhhh!" she wailed as her body began to convulse.

Art shoved his hands under her churning ass and held her pelvis steady as she came so he could go on sucking her clit. He wanted to gulp every drop of her hot tangy came-cream. His sucking made her orgasm violent and prolonged, and by the time she came down from it she was sobbing with bliss.

"Oh, Art, that was so damned good," she sighed. "You're a terrific pussy-eater."

"Thanks, Patty," he said, growing bolder by the second. "How about letting me go down on you some more?"

"I'd love it," she gurgled.

"Tell me what you like best of all," he said. Patty gave a horny shiver and said: "I'd like you to fuck me with your tongue."

"You got it!"

He shoved his face between her legs, and she gasped with pleasure as he crammed his long stiff tongue into her hotly aroused cunt. He pushed it into her as far as it would go, clear to the root, and she whimpered in ecstasy and soaked his tongue with huge floods of pussy cream.

"Yeah, that's it, honey," she sobbed. "Give me all of it – fuck me with it."

Art felt his cock mushrooming as he listened to her hoarse cries of excitement and felt the deliciously snug and juicy inside of her cunt. He started pistoning his tongue stiffly in her pussy, fucking her with it, and she wailed in bliss and fed him a steady supply of the musky cunt juice he craved.

The room echoed with lewd sucking and slurping noises as Art reamed out Patty's cunt with his tongue. The pretty widow was in heaven, eyes tightly closed, clawing at the bed. She creamed and sobbed at every deep thrust of his tongue.

"Unnnnhhhh, Art, I love that," she wept. "Don't ever stop, honey. Eat me forever."

Art would have been perfectly happy with that arrangement. He'd always suspected he'd love the taste of pussy, and now he knew it. He fucked his hungry tongue as deep as it would go in Patty's tasty pussy hole, scooping out her delicious juices and gobbling them.

He felt her cunt tightening steadily around his tongue, and by now he realized that this signaled a climax coming on. She arched her body to take his probing tongue as deep as she could get it, and she whimpered and moaned. Then suddenly his face was blasted with an enormous explosion of cunt cream.

"Oooooo, shit, yesssss, aaahhhhhhhh!" Patty howled. "You're making me come, Art, whaahhhhhhh!"

Art's cock gave a violent buck as he experienced the hot hungry clamping of her cunt around his tongue. He ached to feel that horny action around his prick. He decided to just go for it. All she could do was say no.

He tongue-fucked her through her orgasm, then drew back and watched her as she recovered. Her pretty face was flushed, her teeth flashing as she panted. It took her a minute or so to breathe normally again. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes widened.

Patty as focusing on his enormous rock-hard prick. It was all ready to go again, stiff standing, thick and drooling. She creamed helplessly and felt her lust rushing back in full force even though she'd just come like mad. The sight of a stiff cock always did that to her, and Art's was the biggest and stiffest cock she'd ever seen.

"I'd like to fuck you, Patty," he said. "I hope that doesn't make you mad, but I just had to say it."

"Art, I'd love to fuck you, too," she gurgled. "I didn't bring you in here to talk."

He beamed. "You'll do it?" he cried. "You'll let me fuck you?"

"All night, if you want," she grinned.

With a delighted whoop, he threw himself onto her, practically knocking her breathless. The approach was clumsy, but it was very enthusiastic. Laughing, Patty spread her legs wide and let him sink down between them. He pushed the huge hard head of his cock into the juicy pit of her cuntal opening.

"Yes, honey – stick that big thing into me," she panted.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yesssss," Art groaned.

He fucked into her in one long greedy shove, sheathing his throbbing boner clear to the balls in her steamy velvety pussy tunnel. Her cunt was gripping and wet around his cock meat, and it felt fantastically good. He snorted with excitement and started fucking her hard.

"Yes, mother-fucker really give it to," she growled, clawing his shoulders. "Fuck my brains out!"

Art sighed with bliss. He knew this was going to be the best fuck he'd ever had. It had to be, because he'd only made it with hookers before. They just went through the motions, but Patty really loved to fuck. She was soaking his cock meat with floods of cunt cream and wailing with pleasure.

"Unnnhhhhh, honey, I love it," she groaned. "I love to fuck."

Not that she had to tell anybody. It was obvious. Art loved fucking with a girl so hot and responsive. She was fucking back at him, meeting the rough thrusts of his cock with greedy jerks of her hips. They went at each other like a couple of rutting animals, snarling and growling.

"Ohhhhh, God," Patty moaned. "I wish we could fuck forever."

Art felt the same way. He couldn't imagine anything he'd rather do than this. As his excitement mounted, he fucked into her faster and faster, but it never seemed to rough for her. Just the opposite – the harder he fucked her, the more wildly excited she got, soaking his jackhammering cock with uncontrollable floods of cunt cream.

Their bodies slapped loudly together, and the bed began to creak and rock. Patty kept fucking back at him, keeping up with his wild tempo, and she was digging her nails into his shoulders and biting his neck. Art loved it. At last a woman was responding to his fucking, loving his cock.

"Fuck it to me, you big bastard! Fuck me crazy!" the horny widow wailed.

Art spun totally out of control and fucked her like a machine gone berserk. He worried that he'd be too rough for her, but he quickly saw that this was no problem. She loved it that way. She hammered her hips to his furious rhythm and wailed with ecstasy.

"Ahhhh, yesssss – I love it!" she shouted. The bed was rattling, Patty was screaming, and he was bellowing with bliss. How he even kept from shooting his come-load, he didn't know, except that he was so greedy far her cunt and wanted to go on and on fucking her.

It was the same for Patty. She ached to come, and she could have come at any second, yet she didn't want this fantastic fuck to end. She wanted to go on all night taking Art's huge rockhard cock in her incredibly horny cunt. This was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.

But they were too wildly aroused to hold out much longer. As Art fucked into her with lightning speed, making her body shudder with the impact, Patty felt the orgasm starting in the fiery depths of her cunt. It exploded outwards and scared through every nerve and vein in her body.

"Ohhhhhh, Art, honey, you're making me come!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhh, shit, fuck, whaahhhhhhhh!"

Her cunt went into violent spasms around his prick meat, sucking and clamping, and that did it for Art. As much as he wanted to go on fucking her, he couldn't stop the body-racking orgasm that ripped through him. He hammered his boiling come-load into Patty's sucking pussy.

"Take it, baby, take my load, aaawwwwwwww!" he yelled.

"Yes, cream me, Art, unnnnggghhhh!" she moaned.

Much later that night, the blissed-out office manager drove home, a silly grin on his face, knowing that from now on he was going to be very popular with the ladies. Patty had taught him everything he needed to know about turning women on, and she'd assured him that he had a natural talent for it.

Patty was happy with her evening's work, too. She loved making men happy, and she knew she'd sent Art home a very happy guy. It had been lots of fun for her, too, of course. The mousy little man was a real tiger in bed.

But as usual, she was looking forward to the next guy. There were still plenty of horny attractive males out there for her to seduce, and she could hardly wait to fuck them.