Art would have been perfectly happy with that arrangement. He'd always suspected he'd love the taste of pussy, and now he knew it. He fucked his hungry tongue as deep as it would go in Patty's tasty pussy hole, scooping out her delicious juices and gobbling them.
He felt her cunt tightening steadily around his tongue, and by now he realized that this signaled a climax coming on. She arched her body to take his probing tongue as deep as she could get it, and she whimpered and moaned. Then suddenly his face was blasted with an enormous explosion of cunt cream.
"Oooooo, shit, yesssss, aaahhhhhhhh!" Patty howled. "You're making me come, Art, whaahhhhhhh!"
Art's cock gave a violent buck as he experienced the hot hungry clamping of her cunt around his tongue. He ached to feel that horny action around his prick. He decided to just go for it. All she could do was say no.
He tongue-fucked her through her orgasm, then drew back and watched her as she recovered. Her pretty face was flushed, her teeth flashing as she panted. It took her a minute or so to breathe normally again. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes widened.
Patty as focusing on his enormous rock-hard prick. It was all ready to go again, stiff standing, thick and drooling. She creamed helplessly and felt her lust rushing back in full force even though she'd just come like mad. The sight of a stiff cock always did that to her, and Art's was the biggest and stiffest cock she'd ever seen.
"I'd like to fuck you, Patty," he said. "I hope that doesn't make you mad, but I just had to say it."
"Art, I'd love to fuck you, too," she gurgled. "I didn't bring you in here to talk."
He beamed. "You'll do it?" he cried. "You'll let me fuck you?"
"All night, if you want," she grinned.
With a delighted whoop, he threw himself onto her, practically knocking her breathless. The approach was clumsy, but it was very enthusiastic. Laughing, Patty spread her legs wide and let him sink down between them. He pushed the huge hard head of his cock into the juicy pit of her cuntal opening.
"Yes, honey – stick that big thing into me," she panted.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yesssss," Art groaned.
He fucked into her in one long greedy shove, sheathing his throbbing boner clear to the balls in her steamy velvety pussy tunnel. Her cunt was gripping and wet around his cock meat, and it felt fantastically good. He snorted with excitement and started fucking her hard.
"Yes, mother-fucker really give it to," she growled, clawing his shoulders. "Fuck my brains out!"
Art sighed with bliss. He knew this was going to be the best fuck he'd ever had. It had to be, because he'd only made it with hookers before. They just went through the motions, but Patty really loved to fuck. She was soaking his cock meat with floods of cunt cream and wailing with pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, honey, I love it," she groaned. "I love to fuck."
Not that she had to tell anybody. It was obvious. Art loved fucking with a girl so hot and responsive. She was fucking back at him, meeting the rough thrusts of his cock with greedy jerks of her hips. They went at each other like a couple of rutting animals, snarling and growling.
"Ohhhhh, God," Patty moaned. "I wish we could fuck forever."
Art felt the same way. He couldn't imagine anything he'd rather do than this. As his excitement mounted, he fucked into her faster and faster, but it never seemed to rough for her. Just the opposite – the harder he fucked her, the more wildly excited she got, soaking his jackhammering cock with uncontrollable floods of cunt cream.
Their bodies slapped loudly together, and the bed began to creak and rock. Patty kept fucking back at him, keeping up with his wild tempo, and she was digging her nails into his shoulders and biting his neck. Art loved it. At last a woman was responding to his fucking, loving his cock.
"Fuck it to me, you big bastard! Fuck me crazy!" the horny widow wailed.
Art spun totally out of control and fucked her like a machine gone berserk. He worried that he'd be too rough for her, but he quickly saw that this was no problem. She loved it that way. She hammered her hips to his furious rhythm and wailed with ecstasy.
"Ahhhh, yesssss – I love it!" she shouted. The bed was rattling, Patty was screaming, and he was bellowing with bliss. How he even kept from shooting his come-load, he didn't know, except that he was so greedy far her cunt and wanted to go on and on fucking her.
It was the same for Patty. She ached to come, and she could have come at any second, yet she didn't want this fantastic fuck to end. She wanted to go on all night taking Art's huge rockhard cock in her incredibly horny cunt. This was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.
But they were too wildly aroused to hold out much longer. As Art fucked into her with lightning speed, making her body shudder with the impact, Patty felt the orgasm starting in the fiery depths of her cunt. It exploded outwards and scared through every nerve and vein in her body.
"Ohhhhhh, Art, honey, you're making me come!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhh, shit, fuck, whaahhhhhhhh!"
Her cunt went into violent spasms around his prick meat, sucking and clamping, and that did it for Art. As much as he wanted to go on fucking her, he couldn't stop the body-racking orgasm that ripped through him. He hammered his boiling come-load into Patty's sucking pussy.
"Take it, baby, take my load, aaawwwwwwww!" he yelled.
"Yes, cream me, Art, unnnnggghhhh!" she moaned.
Much later that night, the blissed-out office manager drove home, a silly grin on his face, knowing that from now on he was going to be very popular with the ladies. Patty had taught him everything he needed to know about turning women on, and she'd assured him that he had a natural talent for it.
Patty was happy with her evening's work, too. She loved making men happy, and she knew she'd sent Art home a very happy guy. It had been lots of fun for her, too, of course. The mousy little man was a real tiger in bed.
But as usual, she was looking forward to the next guy. There were still plenty of horny attractive males out there for her to seduce, and she could hardly wait to fuck them.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, Friday, Patty was called into the boss' office almost as soon as she got to work. Henry Clark gave her a big smile as she walked in, ten motioned her to sit close to him.
"I wanted to talk to you right away, Patty, to make sure you're free tonight," he said. "I'd like you to come to a party at my apartment."
"Why, how nice of you, Henry," Patty said. "Of course I'd love to come. I haven't met your wife yet."
He glanced at the photo on his desk showing the heavy-set and stem-looking middle-aged woman. "Oh, my wife won't be there," he said with a sigh of relief. "She's out of town, visiting her mother. So it'll just be you and me and a couple of the salesmen. I've invited Brook and Ken."
"Well," Patty said, "that certainly will be interesting."
She wondered who she'd end up fucking. She'd made it with all three men, and certainly they'd all be looking to take her home. But she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. Right now, something more immediate was getting her attention. Henry had slipped his hand onto her knee.
"There's another reason I called you in here, Patty," he said.
"Oh, really?" Patty giggled. "I'd never have guessed."
He slid his hand up under her skirt and touched the warm pouting crotch of her panties. "I haven't seen as much of you as I'd like," he went on. "I've been too busy. But I've certainly been thinking about you."
Patty opened her legs wider and let him cup her whole crotch. The boss' come-on was very well timed. She'd awakened horny, and she'd been wondering how she'd get through the whole day without sex. A little fun with Henry would relieve the hot ache in her pussy and let her concentrate on her work.