He rammed his thickly pulsing cock hard in and out now, quickening his strokes, and lengthening them, until he could feel his prick crash against her cervix, then withdrawing it almost to the tip, to send it hurtling in again. He was breathing heavily as he fucked hard into her, and then he felt the boiling sperm building uncontrollably in his lust-bloated balls.
Patty could feel the urgency in the savage thrusts of his monstrous prick. She felt every muscle in her body tighten to its breaking point, and then came the flooding relief of her orgasm. She felt his body grow incredibly stiff, also, and she was sure that he was about to shoot his load into her any second. But as she hung on to him, waiting for his climax, she realized that his body remained stiff, as if he were standing at attention.
"Come… COME!" Patty cried. "Fill my pussy with your juice!"
His balls were bouncing, his loins ready to split from fucking such an exquisite piece of ass.
"Yes… it's coming… it's coming… now… now!" he cried. He groaned then shuddered uncontrollably as the hot waves of his sperm shot deep into her womb, filling her to overflowing with its milky whiteness. It began to seep down her narrow cuntal channel, flooding over the soft smoothness of her inner thighs, and then on between the cheeks of her ass.
And then Patty began to moan, too, and her body contracted in another orgasm as she felt the juices gush from the tingling walls of her cunt, and her voice rang out in a scream of wild passion. "Oh, my God! My God, I'm cummmmmminnng … I'm cummminnngg, too!"
A spasm shook her voluptuous young body as she screwed herself onto his cock, the hot, moist walls of her cunt clinging to his insanely climaxing prick, clasping it, milking it. And then she exhaled, and collapsed limply to the floor.
"Oh, honey, you are one good fuck," he said.
"Do you really think so?"
"You bet… the best."
"Then… let me ask you something… "
The address for the Saturday-night date, the last one Patty intended to do for Madame Noon, was in the more exclusive section of the city.
A maid answered the door. A pretty young thing of not more than sixteen, with a fantastic figure.
"Mrs. Wallace is expecting you?"
"Madame Noon sent me," Patty said.
"Ah, yes," the girl said, with a smile that sent a shiver of lust through Patty's pussy. "Come in, please."
The maid was wearing one of those black, tight-fitting uniforms with a white lace apron. The cheeks of her ass bulged out so provocatively that Patty had to restrain an urge to reach out and pinch them. "Follow me," she said, and led Patty up a long, curving staircase to an upstairs bedroom. The girl knocked and then opened the door, and beckoned for Patty to follow her. Once inside the room, the girl turned and left Patty alone with the figure in the bed.
The drapes were drawn, and. with only one light beside the bed, she wasn't too certain about the appearance or shape of her employer for the evening.
"Come closer," the voice from the bed said. "I want a good look at what I'm paying such an exorbitant price for."
"Mrs. Wallace?" Patty asked cautiously.
"The same. Come here, goddamit!"
Patty walked slowly over to the bed and stood respectfully beside it. It was up to her to make all the moves, she decided. Mrs. Wallace was an old woman, in her late sixties or early seventies. But in a certain erotic way, Patty found her attractive. Her hair was silvery gray, but it was cut short in a modern way, and nicely styled. Her grayish, bony face was made up in good taste; just the right amount of lipstick and eye shadow. In her younger days she was probably a very beautiful woman.
Since she was sitting up in the bed, it wasn't possible to see much of her body, but the colorful, silky kimono did permit Patty to get a good look at the upper portion. She still had plenty of tit, Patty detected, and they were still firm and smooth.
The old woman sniffed. "That will be quite enough of that, young lady. I don't care to be ogled at, even at my age."
"I don't understand," Patty said, puzzled.
Mrs. Wallace smiled and showed a row of perfect, even teeth that couldn't possibly be her own. "Didn't Madame Moon explain?"
"She explained nothing," Patty said. She didn't know whether to feel relieved or more apprehensive. If she didn't want to get fucked, then why was she here?
The woman shook her head, and clucked her tongue. "That old fart never does explain. Always leaves it up to me." She giggled. "I'm afraid the Madame thinks I'm slightly perverted."
"Aren't you?" Patty said, smiling.
"Of course," the old lady replied, laughing. "Take your clothes off and get in bed with me and I'll tell you what I like."
Patty did as she was told.
"Now," said Mrs. Wallace. "Here is what happens. I have also hired a young man from Madame Noon. We, you and I, will lay here and watch him and my maid fuck each other in the next room through that one-way glass. I love to watch people fuck, don't you?"
"I love everything about fucking," Patty replied.
"Good. Then, when we have watched them long enough and my old libido is on full charge, I will eat your pussy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Patty said. "But I want to warn you. My pussy may be full of cum. I have been fucking all afternoon!"
"That's all the better, my dear! Now, if you'll pull that switch there, we will begin. I imagine that the young man and my maid are going at it by now."
Patty pulled the cord by the bed and watched as huge, heavy drapes across the room opened to reveal a large window that had been cut into the wall.
In the other room, the maid was getting a royal fuck up her ass.
Patty gasped when she saw who the man was.
It was her husband, Joe.
"Anything wrong, my dear?"
And then, suddenly, Patty was smiling. Now she knew why Joe had been so tired.
Why he had been gone so much. And she also knew where the extra money he had been bringing home was coming from.
"Are you all right, my dear?"
"Fine," Patty said. "Just fine."
And she was. It was all going to work out now with Mr. Lazer as a start, Patty knew that she and Joe would soon have a very profitable business going.
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply as she felt Mrs. Wallace's head push between her thighs.
"Ohhhh… ohhh, Joe," she murmured, "are you going to be surprised at the fuck I give you tomorrow morning."