Jason Cannon - Nooner wife

Marcia was as hot as a firecracker. She needed no further urging. She straddled him, her pussy wet from her own manipulations. She lowered herself onto him and his tongue shot out and began to lick her pussy. He tasted her again, and with the delicious tang of her cunt came the memories of their marriage.

Marcia moved her hips in a circular motion plunging her frothing slit deeper and deeper onto his tongue until she wondered how he could breathe.

Marcia felt her orgasm rising from deep within her, and from the sounds of the other two, they were not far away. Patty had begun to swing frantically back and forth, rocking Duke's huge dick deep within her with each thrust. He was answering her own motions with a deep thrust each time she came down on him and he began to twist and move his neck to push his tongue deep into Marcia's pussy, taking her clit between his teeth and nibbling it gently.

Marcia was the first to, come, stiffening and pouring her cunt juices all over her ex-husband's face. In a second, Duke began to shoot his load, and feeling the hot cum filling her, Patty also came, her pussy walls lightening and squeezing the last ounces of jam from his massive prick.

The three of them collapsing a panting heap.

"My God, you're good," Marcia said. "If you'd gat a job I might even think of taking you back."

"I'd love to come back, honey," Duke replied.

"You mean it?"

"I'll do anything."

"I just might be able to get you a job… with somebody I know," Marcia said.

"Her name is Madame Noon."

Patty sat up abruptly on the other side of the bed. "My God, Marcia!" she said.

"You mean she hires men, too?"

"Sure," Marcia replied. "What the hell, honey. Women like to fuck too!"

At last Patty had more than enough money to quit going out for Madame Noon. But she really didn't want to stop. She loved the excitement of meeting and fucking new men and women constantly. But she was starting to feel guilty. Joe was getting better and better in bed, and he must have gotten a big raise at work, because he was now bringing home nearly as much money as she was.

Finally, Patty called Madame Noon and told her that she wanted to quit. The women was outraged. She told Patty that she was her best girl, very much in demand. She couldn't leave now. Madame Noon would lose half her customers!

"Why, right now I have three appointments for you this week… one of them this afternoon, and then there's a yacht party Friday afternoon… "

"Oh, all right," Patty said. "I'll take these last three jobs, but that's all.

Give me the addresses."

Patty couldn't believe it as she walked through the church yard and rang the bell. Who in the world would need Madame Noon's services in a church?

She found out when a priest answered the door and quickly pulled her inside.

"Are you from Madame Noon's?"

"Yes, but… "

"Good… wonderful The Madame never fails me. You are young and lovely. Come this way!"

With a great deal of reluctance, Patty followed him through a small room furnished like a chapel. As they walked, he spoke to her in a low, sonorous voice, telling her of the many wonders of serving the priesthood.

Then they came upon a steel door. By this time, Patty had become quite entranced by the tall, graying priest with the broad shoulders and the winning smile. So much so that she didn't feel, a bit uncomfortable when he slipped his hand around her, waist and led her through the opening beyond the door.

They entered a small, partitioned room that Patty thought must be very similar to a monk's cell in ancient times.

"Now I will purify you, my dear," the priest said, and began to unfasten her dress and pull it over her head.

"But, Father, you're… "

"What, my dear?"

"You're a man of the cloth!"

"You hit it right on the head, my dear. I am a man, and I've already got a booming hard-on. Now let's get this dress off."

He gazed down at the white globes of her breasts tightly cupped in the bra and then his eyes traveled down to her sleekly curved tummy and her cunt, encased in the tight-fitting panties of blue nylon. She was beautiful, and her skin was soft and white. He particularly liked the blonde cunt hair where it curled out around the band of her panties. He even told her so.

Wow, Patty thought, Madame Noon really does have a wild and interesting clientele. It was going to be very hard indeed to give up this wonderful life and go back to being a bred, fuck-twice-a week housewife.

The priest sat her down on the edge of the wooden bunk that ran down one side of the cell. Seating himself beside her, with one arm around her bare waist, he said, "Now, dear, I want you to close your eyes and relax. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand?"

She didn't, but, what the hell, he was paying for it, and it was just another exciting experience that she could put in her memoirs someday.

"Yes, Father, I understand," she replied, closing her eyes and screwing her pretty little face up.

He edged a bit closer to her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Lie back on the bunk," he murmured as he pulled her down on her back and lifted her feet and legs up to rest along the bunk top. "Perhaps this position will help you to relax more."

As she lay back, she momentarily opened her eyes; She realized at once that the priest had seen this and she closed them tightly again. He gave her bare thigh a hard slap with his palm.

"That was naughty! You are a wicked girl, I think," he said, his voice trying to take on a sterner. "You cannot be trusted to keep your eyes shut when the good father tells you. Therefore I must blindfold you."

He took a long piece of velvet from the small cupboard beside the bunk and draped it across her eyes and tied it behind her head. Now she was engulfed in total darkness and she gave a startled gasp when she felt his hot hands on her thighs again, this time not slapping her, but just gently fondling her smooth skin.

Oh no, Patty thought, he's really going to do it! I'm going to be fucked by a priest! Now bow many girls can say that!

"Talk to me, my dear," he said.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Recite to me the prayers you learned in your childhood."

Patty tried to focus her mind to remember. But the way he was touching her legs was making it almost impossible for her to think of anything but the funny sensation she was feeling iii her pussy, a sensation that was far from being unpleasant.

For at least ten minutes he slyly stroked her legs, from her knees up to the edge of her tight panties. By this time her words were almost incoherent and she was panting heavily.

"You're not doing very well, are you?" he chided her.

Her voice trailed off as she felt his hands pulling her thighs apart. "Let me see if I can help you to remember better," he muttered. "Open your legs more, my child, wider… that's right."

She was panting hard as she felt his hand slide down inside the top of the waistband of her panties. As her thighs remained open, he had no difficulty in getting his fingers to her slit, and the moment the fingertips slid across her small but sensitive clitoris, she heaved her belly upward and let out a deep sigh.

"AM!" she heard the old priest exclaim. "This may be the answer… this may help you to concentrate more, my dear child. See if you like this… " and he massaged her clitoris until her legs began to jerk spasmodically outward, and now and again she raised her knees before letting them flop down again, followed by the twisting of her hips.

Weird, she thought, really weird. But then, to each his own… and he does know how to really turn a girl on. Damn, I hope he's got a thick cock!

"I think you are enjoying this, my child," he sa1d. "But I am sure there is something more you need to help you get over your wickedness and release your mind to think of more holy matters. Take off your brassiere."