Jason Cannon - Nooner wife

The older man shortened his strokes until he was hardly inside her at all, just teasing her pussy with the head of his cock. Her cunt lips wrapped around the head of the prick, the pursed lips of her pussy trying to suck the cum from his cock. Then he plunged deeply into her.

She yelped and clutched at his ass, gyrating her hips wildly. Her feet kicked in the air as if she were riding a bicycle. He continued his rhythm. With each of the strokes, Patty reached up and kissed him, and snaked her long fingernails down his back. Then she would yelp and scream as he plunged all of his meat back into her hungry hole. Her legs waved in the air behind his gyrating ass as she rode to her climax on the massive prick that methodically split her in two.

She responded to his fuck as if they were actually one body. Then she remembered how she had used her cunt muscles on Robert, how she used to do it for Joe, before he got too tired to fuck her.

The judge suddenly felt something on his cock that made him break his rhythm for a moment, and a look of ecstasy crossed his face. They both lay there, hardly moving, while Patty manipulated the walls of her cunt to pass along his cock all of the pleasure that he had so willingly given to her. Though he did nothing to bring it on, the inner movements of her pussy drained his balls of every ounce of jam that they could produce, and sent it streaming up his prick until it felt as though it was about to explode.

"Patty, Patty," he moaned. "I've never felt anything like…,oh, my God… your cunt feels like… oh, my God!"

Suddenly he began to move wildly inside her, his careful rhythm gone. She felt his cock stiffen and grow even larger as it filled with his hot cum. Then, with a cry, he raised himself on his arms and shot a wad of hot, sticky cum that seemed to split her apart.

The judge kept up his wild undulating, and with each thrust he would shoot another stream of hot jism until it dribbled out of her and onto the couch.

Finally, with a gasp, the judge spent the last of his wad and crumpled in a heap on top of her.

They lay panting for a few moments, and then the judge rolled off of her. In seconds, Marcia's head was between Patty's thighs, licking up the jism from Patty's creamy pussy. The dark haired girl sucked and spooned the combined mixture of his cum and her friend's juices with relish.

On and on Marcia ate as the judge watched. Then the two girls sixty-nined and brought each other to several climaxes. By the time they were finished eating and sucking each other's pussies, the judge was roaring to go again.

He grabbed Marcia by her fleshy ass cheeks and yelled, "That's what you said, honey! Two for the price of one!"

Riding home together that evening, Patty found out what it was all about.

Marcia started to explain by sliding an envelope across the seat. In it were two, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills.

"You mean…?"

"Half… your half," Marcia said, smiling.

"So that's how you manage to keep up the expenses on your house and everything without Duke's help."

"That's right. I love to fuck, and I needed the money. Only I did it for a long time for peanuts, until I met Madame Noon."

"Who's she?"

"Well, she's kind of an agent, you might say. She weeds out the flakes and the phonies to make sure you don't get into any hassles and to make sure you get your money. She collects her percentage up front, and you collect whatever the traffic will bear."

"My God," Patty said, amazed, as she stared at the two hundred dollars in her hand and thought how easy she had made it. She also thought of how many bills it would pay.

"Most of the, guys Madame Noon fixes me up with are men I would probably screw anyway. They can afford to pay for it, so why not?"

Patty looked up from the money in her hand and stared intently into her friend's eyes. "How can I get in touch with this Madame Noon?"

Marcia slipped a piece of paper into Patty's hand. "I thought you'd never ask."

Two days later, Patty emerged from a taxi in an old, but still respectable neighborhood. Her heels clipped on the sidewalk as she walked along checking the numbers on the brownstones until she came to the address Marcia had given her.

It was a three-story house, nestled between two others just like it.

The bell was answered by a huge, broad shouldered man with a shaved, bullet-like head. He was so awesome that Patty almost turned and ran. But before she could say or do anything, he had grasped her elbow in a vise-like grip and ushered her into a hallway.

Then he went to the foot of the stairs and called up in a rumbling voice.

"Madame Noon, the young lady is here."

Then he turned back to her. "You are Marcia's Mend are you not?"

"Yes, I'm-"

"Careful," he said, holding his hand up, palm facing her. "We only use first names."

"Patty."

"That s good." He smiled and Patty noticed that all his teeth were gold. "We have no Patty with us right now."

"Uh… that's good… I guess," Patty said, still a little afraid of him.

He patted her arm before shuffling off down the hallway to be lost from sight through a curtain that served as a door to separate the entrance hall from the rest of the ground floor.

"Come up, my dear, come along up," Patty heard the cultured voice of Madame Noon calling to her. Waiting at the top of the stairs stood a tall, haughty, but beautiful woman who, being between fifty and fifty-five, was so well preserved and well made-up that she looked many years younger.

Patty studied her as she climbed the stairs. Everything Marcia had said about her was true. And she certainly didn't look like what she was-one of the most influential madams in the business.

She was a madam who specialized n attractive young housewives with too much spare time on their hands. Young women who were bored, young wives looking for extra excitement in their drab, everyday lives.

Patty felt calmer seeing the woman. At the top of the stairs, Madame Noon took her by the arm and led her into an expensively furnished living mom. At one end, a square silver screen had been erected on a table; at the far end on a similar table stood a projector, already threaded with spool of film. In front of the projector, and just to the right, was a sofa. It was obvious that the sofa was to be the vantage point from which to watch a film.

No other seating was visible and Madame Noon, seeing the surprise of her guest, squeezed her arm and murmured, "We will see a nice little film and then we'll see how well you will Work into, our little group. Crunch is downstairs getting everything ready. Why don't you have a drink while we wait for him."

"Crunch?"

Madame Noon laughed. "Yes… isn't he a monster? That's the name t gave him because of the way he fucks. Crunch."

Patty shuddered and again had second thoughts about being there. From a cocktail bar in the corner of the room, the woman mixed the uneasy Patty a very potent drink. In fact, two strong drinks were downed by the young woman before she heard the giant's footsteps on the stairs.

Suddenly, Patty was awfully embarrassed by the woman's matter-of-fact attitude about her reason for being there. She wondered what was going to be expected of her. Would she be asked to fuck Crunch? God, she thought, she hoped his prick wasn't in proportion to the rest of him.

Then again… maybe it would be fun if it were.

Then he was in the room, closing the door and pulling the curtains across the window so that the only illumination came from a single bulb that hung above the table where the projector stood.

Crunch guided Patty to the sofa while Madame Noon took up her place by the projector. "This is a very interesting film, my dear… one of our best. I hope you like it."