"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."