"God damn," Brock sighed, "you are beautiful. Is your daughter as pretty as you?"
"Prettier," Pat said.
"Bet she isn't," Brock ginned.
"Well, maybe some day you'll find out," Pat said.
She didn't see Brock's wicked grin because she was turning, walking around to the side of the bed. She lay down and looked at Brock, who began undressing in a lazy, leisurely way, as if they had all the time in the world. Pat's heart pounded as he drew off his shirt and revealed his tan chest which was lean, hard and matted with black hairs.
Everything about him excited her. It had been that way with John, too. Pat remembered vividly how her husband's body had aroused her, how she could get hot and horny from just watching him take off his clothes. She had that same melting and glowing sensation in her pussy when she watched Brock, that same mounting lust.
Brock finally got down to removing his pants, and as he did so, Pat noticed that he wasn't wearing shorts. It struck her as odd, since he'd been wearing shorts earlier in the day. But maybe a wealthy man like Brock Spalding could afford to change whenever he wanted. In any case, her main interest now wasn't in his clothes. It was in his cock.
He didn't disappoint her. As he let down his pants, Pat saw that his prick was stiff and swollen, hugging his belly tightly. She felt an instant burst of hot sticky juice from her cunt. She could hardly wait to take that thick seven-inch pole of flesh. She hungrily eyed the bulbous purple head of his prick which was leaking bright little droplets of cream. He rolled over next to her, naked, and Pat sighed and opened her legs, showing him the rich scarlet flesh of her pussy and its dainty fringe of raven-black curls. "Make love to me, Brock," she sighed.
"That's what we're here for," he chuckled, "but there's no big rush. Let's fool around a little first, okay?"
"Okay," Pat agreed shyly.
She didn't know just what he meant by "fooling around". Maybe some kissing and fondling? It didn't matter, as long as she was with him. Brock moved right up next to her and cupped the hot heavy globes of her jugs. Gently but steadily he molded and squeezed the silky flesh, and Pat purred with sensual satisfaction.
As Brock ran his thumbs over her dainty red nipples, coaxing them into stiffness, he said wonderingly, "I just can't understand how you could go five years without getting laid."
Pat blushed and said, "I can't, either, not now. But at least I can make up for lost time."
Brock grinned, released her hot heavy tits, and began pushing her thighs apart. Thinking he was ready to ball her, Pat cooperated, spreading her long lovely legs very wide and drawing them back at the knees. Brock studied the ripe red flesh of her gash, grinning lustily. Pat quivered with horny longing, dying for the first hard deep thrust of his big swollen dick.
Brock moved over to kneel between her widely-spread legs, and Pat moaned softly, waiting to feel his thick cock-meat gliding into her eager juicy box. But to her astonishment, Brock instead dipped his face right into her steamy little snatch, his hot moist breath fanning her clit and cunt.
"Brock," she gasped, "what are you doing?"
He gave a muffled laugh, then raised his head briefly and said, "I'm gonna eat your pussy, baby. Hasn't anybody ever gone down on you before?"
"No," Pat said, blushing furiously. "That's something John and I never did."
"Well, I guarantee you're gonna dig it," Brock laughed.
Pat wasn't so sure about that. She and John had had a wonderful sex life, but they'd never done anything kinky. It just never occurred to them. She didn't know how she'd feel about a man putting his face in her pussy, and she stiffened nervously as Brock once more dipped his head and breathed hotly on her delicate red slit.
Then suddenly she experienced the most delicious sensation of her life. She glanced down in wonder and saw that Brock's bright red tongue was flicking swiftly back and forth on the moist little lump of her clit. It felt fantastically good. Pat no longer cared if it was kinky or not – she loved it. She flopped back on the bed, limp and submissive, moaning softly as his stroking, flicking tongue teased the highly sensitive bud of her clit.
"Ohhhhh, Brock, that's marvelous," she whimpered. "Yes, yes, I just love it."
Another muffled laugh from Brock – but he kept right on licking her hot little love-bud, making dizzying sensations of pleasure sear and melt through her pussy. Pat simply couldn't control herself. She moaned and whimpered and began to cream a steady river of thick hot cream that moistened his face.
Now she wished that she and John had been a little more adventurous in bed. They could have had a marvelous time going down on each other. Fucking was fantastic fun, of course, but in some ways it was even more delicious to feel a man's hot slick tongue tickling and lashing in her horny little pussy.
Brock's stiff slick tongue-tip pressed more firmly against the quivering horny lump of her clit, then began to lash briskly. Pat gave a loud hoarse moan. Never had she felt anything as good as this. Her steamy cunt cream gushed out to soak Brock's face, but he didn't seem to mind. He just kept licking her clit hungrily, making a loud lewd slurping noise.
"Oh, my God, Brock, that's so good," Pat wailed.
She knew she wasn't being her usual shy, modest self, but she simply couldn't find the self-control to resist Brock's expert pussy-eating. Now he pressed his lips against her soaked throbbing joy button and slowly drew the tiny scarlet lump into his mouth. Pat held her breath, quivering with pleasure, then cried out shrilly as he started to suck her clit.
"Eeeeee," she wailed.
Brock slipped his hands under her little round ass and pulled her pussy up tight against his mouth. He sucked furiously on her red-hot little clit, and her whole body seemed to melt with pleasure. She kept her legs wide open and drawn back, giving him room to work. Soon she was panting and clawing the bedspread.
"Oh, God, Brock," Pat whined. "I don't think I can stand it. It's too good. Oh, ohhhhh, I think I'm going to come. OHHHHH, YES."
Pat was taken by surprise when the powerful orgasm shook her body. She hadn't even known a woman could come from having her pussy eaten. But there certainly was no doubt in her mind now, not with those body-wracking convulsions of pleasure. Brock just kept right on sucking her clit, making her climax even more intense.
"My God, Brock," Pat finally sighed, "that was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt."
"It's gonna get even better, baby," he said, briefly raising his leering cream-soaked face. "I'm gonna make you come all night."
Pat certainly had no objections to that. As Brock once more dived for her pussy, she began to realize how really limited her and John's love-making had been. It had been wonderful, yes, and she'd been totally content with it, but there was a whole world of sex which she and John hadn't even explored. With Brock she was discovering just how wild and kinky and fulfilling sex could be.
This time Brock left her clit alone and licked lower in her steamy little snatch, tickling and probing the plump red lips of her pussy, then rimming the drooling little mouth of her cunt. Pat whined with horny excitement and kept her long legs wide open for him, eager to experience everything he did with his expert tongue.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, "ummmm."
Then she felt his stiff wet tongue-tip creeping right into her tight little cunt-mouth. She couldn't believe he'd actually put his tongue up her box, yet at the same time she urgently wanted him to do it. It was so wicked, so exciting. To her delight, Brock did just what she wanted, suddenly thrusting his thick wet tongue clear to the root in her red-hot little cunt.