"Unnnnnnhhh, Art, yesssss," she hissed.
He was rhythmically squeezing her cunt mound through her panties, turning her on like crazy. The guy had a talent, all right. He knew just what to do with her pussy when he found it. She started creaming steadily into his hand. Art felt the hot sticky pussy juice and knew he was turning her on. He could hardly believe it. He'd never done foreplay with a woman before. He went to hookers now and then and got laid, but they were always too busy for foreplay. And the women he'd dated wouldn't even kiss him good night.
So basically the shy office manager had done a lot of coming on and a lot of fucking, but nothing in between. This was his first experience of slowly and deliciously arousing a woman, and he was really getting off on it. While he squeezed Patty's steaming cunt, he stuck out his tongue and lashed it all over her stiff and sensitive nipples.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, honey, I love that," she gurgled. "I'd like you to suck them, too."
Art opened his mouth and slid it down around her left nipple, taking the long rigid nub inside and sucking it loudly and greedily. Patty slumped back against the couch and gurgled and squealed with excitement. She was so glad now that she'd accepted a date with Art.
In fact, she couldn't even remember why she'd hesitated. He was no movie star when it came to looks, but he adored her. He knew how to turn her on, and he was fun to fool around with. Looks didn't matter when a guy could get her this excited.
He sucked one engorged nipple, then the other, and all the while he was massaging her cunt slit through her panties and driving her wild. Patty couldn't contain her excitement any longer. She grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off, then tucked her skirt up out of the way. Art stared hungrily at her juicy pink pussy slit and its fine fringe of golden curls.
"Now you can really play with it, Art," she purred.
"Just show me what to do," he said eagerly. Patty folded back the lush fur of her cunt bush and showed him the small hooded lump of her clit. "That's my clit," she said, "the most sensitive spot a woman has. We love to be touched there. Here's one way you can do it."
She took his finger and sawed it gently but steadily back and forth over her clit. He got the perfect touch right away. As he went at it alone, Patty moaned with delight and thick hot cream gushed from her hotly aroused pussy hole and trickled down over her ass crack.
"Oooooooo, yeah!" she cried. "Keep doing that, honey – make me come."
Art damned near came, himself, when she said that. He still couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming, yet her flowing cunt juice was real enough, scalding and sticky on his finger as he massaged her violently throbbing clit. He stared at her naked pussy and felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
He'd never expected her to go out with him, let alone get it on with him. But this beautiful girl was hot as a pistol and obviously needing him to get her off. Art was delighted to oblige. He rubbed her clit faster and faster, and she threw back her head and moaned in ecstasy. She soaked his sawing finger with molten floods of cunt cream.
"Just a little more, Art. I'm almost there." Art's cock attempted to buck its way free from his pants. His balls felt ready to explode. He watched intently as Patty reached out and showed him how to get her off. She had him mold her clit between his thumb and forefinger and knead it.
"Oh, yeah, keep doing that," she panted. Art rolled her pulsating clit between his fingers and watched as she rocketed into orbit. First she flooded his fingers with a steady rush of sizzling pussy juice, then she went absolutely still for a few seconds as the first heavy jolts of orgasm ripped through her body. Finally she started convulsing hard.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yesssss, I'm coming!" she howled.
Art beamed with pride. He'd wanted to make her come hard, and he'd succeeded. Her body was rocking with orgasmic convulsions, her big tits bouncing and wobbling. Molten cream poured from her pussy to soak his whole hand. She kept on convulsing for nearly a minute.
"Oh, shit, I needed that," she sighed.
"I bet you need more," Art said eagerly. "Show me another way to get you off."
Patty grinned and took his hand. She guided his thick middle finger into her cunt and jerked it up and down like a stiff cock. It was a very simple technique, and of course he mastered it right away. She took her hand away and let him finger-fuck her, gurgling with delight.
"Mmmmm, yesss, perfect," she moaned. "Keep doing that to me, honey, and I'll come like crazy."
She really needed something stiff moving in her cunt. She would have preferred a cock, but she wanted to bring Art along step by step, as if he was actually seducing a date. She wanted to do things right. She knew she'd be taking his cock later, anyway. His hard-on was still making a huge obscene bulge in his pants.
Her features twisted into a lusty grimace, and her big blue eyes rolled. She was moaning and creaming steadily as Art fucked his finger fast and deep in her velvety pussy hole. She was flying effortlessly towards another orgasm.
"Mmmmmm, so fuckin' good," she said. Art was going crazy feeling the inside of her cunt. It was deliciously tight yet slick with cream, and it was velvety and very hot. He ached to get his cock in there. He didn't know if she'd let him go that far, however. He decided to just enjoy what he had.
That was plenty. It was as far as he'd ever gotten with a date. He'd never masturbated a woman before or sucked her tits, and he was enjoying hell out of it. He felt Patty's sizzling pussy hole tightening around his finger, and then suddenly it was going into spasms, clamping like a vise. His whole hand was deluged with a thick flood of her cunt cream.
"Unnnnhhh, baby, you did it to meeeee!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhhhh, shit, I'm coming so good!"
Again Art almost came in his pants. He was excited out of his mind as he felt her cunt convulsing around his jerking finger. He thought how fantastic that hot action would feel around his cock. Would the beautiful receptionist let him fuck her? He doubted it, yet he hoped to fuck her.
Patty went on climaxing for a full minute her body rocked by the delicious spasms. Then she went still, slumping back against the couch and panting for breath. Reluctantly, Art slipped his soaked finger out of her cunt. He'd gotten her off twice, and she was probably satisfied and through for the evening.
"Art, that was very good," she said, her voice husky with lust. "That was very nice for openers. Now let's go to my bedroom and get serious."
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."