She could feel his heat enter her. She could feel every molten stream shooting forth into her, prolonging her own orgasm until she thought she would go out of her mind with ecstasy.
"Ohhh, ohh, ohhh shit, what a fuck," he crooned in her ear as he jammed his shaft to the root in her cunt and ground his pelvic bone hard against the pulpy bulge of her vulva and pubic, mound. "My dear, you're such a good, good fuck!"
"Finish it off, Father," she moaned. "Give me every last drop of it!"
Soon the priest slid his cock from her pussy with a soft sucking sound. She could feel the deflating prick leave a thin trail of watery sperm along the flesh of her thigh, and then he sat back on his haunches between her legs.
"Ah, my dear, marvelous," he intoned. "Soon your hole will be totally sanctified by my holy cream. Caress my wand, my dear. Bring it back to do a second labor of love. Then I will bless your pussy again."
Patty looked down. He had a nice cock. "In other words, get you hard again?"
"Yes, my dear."
Patty fondled his dick, cupped and caressed his big sac of balls, and then pulled him back between her thighs. Holding tightly to his cock, she drew the throbbing head back to the aching, pulpy lips. Up and down the crease she ran it, until she could again feel it stiffening up with blood.
"Now! Now, bless me, Holy Father. Fuck me, make me juice and pour your holy fucking cream into my cunt!"
"Yes, my dear… how well you've learned the ways of the church."
He jerked her violently trembling legs brutally apart with his knees and shoved his tongue deeply into the hot wetness of her mouth. His hand went down to guide his pulsing cock toward her drenched pussy. When the tip of his cockhead nudged aside the first hairs of her cunt, he went crazy. He ground his long, lust-hardened prick in among the softly curling pubic hairs around her vaginal opening.
"Yes,… yes, Holy Father! All of it… give me all your holy staff!"
Her cries excited him further. He jerked his pelvis forward and began fucking in and out of her young cunt. His hungry, thrusting cock, split the delicate, pink lips apart with brutal, ferocious thrusts.
Then Patty went wild. His cock surged, with loud slurping sounds, In and out of her cunt. It thrilled her. She wanted him there. His invading hardness in her cunt was building a fire in her whole body. She loved it and she wanted it and she would give it back to him.
"Yes… yes!" she moaned. "Do it harder to me! Fuck me… luck me hard!"
She bucked her ass up to meet his thrusts, opening her cunt all the way to receive him. She felt warm and wanted and thrilled. A maddening ecstasy surged through her pussy as she began to roll and fling her buttocks upward, covering and grasping his cock with her cunt like a velvet glove.
She moaned happily as the priest's sweating loins pressed against the back of her thighs and all of his great cock lay buried in the wet sheath of her pussy.
Each stroke of his cock seemed to invade her channel deeper and deeper, causing her whole body to vibrate with desire.
Low guttural moans, almost growls, erupted from her throat as she felt a new sensation start at the core of her sex and spread like the quivering strands of a web throughout her lower body. He had taken one of his hands, and slid it down between them until he reached her pussy. Then he began to move his hand up and down, extending his middle finger so that it parted the folds of her pussy.
Tantalizingly, it move back and forth over her erect clitoris, enhancing the coming eruption as his cock continued to plunge into her cunt below.
With a few more violent strokes he felt the tension in his balls build to an unbearable level. Then, suddenly, without warning, his cock seemed to swell hugely. He screamed aloud as his sperm-bloated prick began pumping the hot liquid from his testicles into the depths of her squirming body.
Patty came with him, matching his screams and his oaths with her own, and his fuck with her pounding body. Climax after climax ripped through her pussy.
"Bless you, my child, bless you."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Patty had both of the remaining dates the following Saturday; one in the afternoon and the other late that evening. Luckily, Joe had business in the city also, and told her he probably wouldn't be home until sometime in the wee hours of Sunday morning.
The afternoon was to be spent on the yacht of a wealthy oil company executive, in the harbor. Marcia was also attending the party, but when Patty called her friend she said that she was meeting Duke that morning for a reconciliation talk.
"But I'll be there," Marcia added. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
At one o'clock sharp, Patty stepped out of the cab that she had hired to take her to the pier. Being near the water always calmed her, and as she looked at the line of pleasure craft bobbing up and down with the incoming current, she felt, at once, strangely calm and very excited about the events that were about to take place.
She looked down the length of the dock and saw the yacht at once. She could already hear voices laughing and talking, and for a second she wondered if she was late. Glancing down at her watch, she felt reassured. She walked down the length of the pier, watching the seagulls swirl overhead.
At the gangplank she moved carefully, awe-struck by the opulence of the craft, and wondering what it was like to have so much wealth.
She was greeted warmly by Mr. Lazer, the man she was supposed to contact, and was quickly assimilated into the milling crowd of forty or so men and women in the main saloon.
By the time Marcia arrived, Patty, along with practically everyone else on the boat, had already had a little too much to drink. As Patty eyed her friend from across the room, she suddenly got very horny for her. So much so that she could feel her pussy wetting the crotchband of her panties.
Marcia wore a halter top that left nothing to the imagination. The top was actually just a loose swath across her nipples. The rest of her tits just hung out. The sight made Patty drool. The attention and the alcohol turning her on, Marcia's nipples were painfully erect and prominent through the almost nonexistent halter.
But there were other girls on board who were as equally satisfying to look at.
Patty never realized that Madame Noon had such an attractive bunch working for her.
Janice was a tall, striking redhead who wore a white lace blouse, with nothing underneath it. Her large, tanned-all over breasts and succulent nipples could clearly be seen through the material. Her hair was full and flowing, framing her face like the cunt hair framed her pussy. Patty could tell this because the blouse was all Janice wore, and every now and then she would whirl or turn and both her ass and her pussy would be exposed for everyone to view.
Patty began to wonder why she had worn something as mundane as a jumpsuit.
The party wore on for another hour or so until she started getting dizzy from all that she had drunk. Eventually, she wandered from the main saloon and found a vacant cabin. She lay on the bunk for a little while, dozing, until she heard a noise beside her and awoke with a start.
A man had come in and sat down on the bunk beside her, like Mr. Lazer, he was midd1e-aged, but obviously in good physical condition, and extremely handsome.
"I noticed you in the saloon," he said. "You are one hell of a beautiful woman."
"Thank you."
"What do you think of the party?"
"Fine," Patty said, eyeing the bulge in his crotch. "But it got a little dull without any physical action going on. I don't mind looking, but I like a little touching to go along with it."
He smiled, revealing an even row of gleaming white teeth. "Maybe we can do something about that."
Patty felt the familiar burning sensation in her pussy. She shifted a little on the bunk and knew that her pussy was starting to juice.