Jason Cannon - Nooner wife

Patty had both of the remaining dates the following Saturday; one in the afternoon and the other late that evening. Luckily, Joe had business in the city also, and told her he probably wouldn't be home until sometime in the wee hours of Sunday morning.

The afternoon was to be spent on the yacht of a wealthy oil company executive, in the harbor. Marcia was also attending the party, but when Patty called her friend she said that she was meeting Duke that morning for a reconciliation talk.

"But I'll be there," Marcia added. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

At one o'clock sharp, Patty stepped out of the cab that she had hired to take her to the pier. Being near the water always calmed her, and as she looked at the line of pleasure craft bobbing up and down with the incoming current, she felt, at once, strangely calm and very excited about the events that were about to take place.

She looked down the length of the dock and saw the yacht at once. She could already hear voices laughing and talking, and for a second she wondered if she was late. Glancing down at her watch, she felt reassured. She walked down the length of the pier, watching the seagulls swirl overhead.

At the gangplank she moved carefully, awe-struck by the opulence of the craft, and wondering what it was like to have so much wealth.

She was greeted warmly by Mr. Lazer, the man she was supposed to contact, and was quickly assimilated into the milling crowd of forty or so men and women in the main saloon.

By the time Marcia arrived, Patty, along with practically everyone else on the boat, had already had a little too much to drink. As Patty eyed her friend from across the room, she suddenly got very horny for her. So much so that she could feel her pussy wetting the crotchband of her panties.

Marcia wore a halter top that left nothing to the imagination. The top was actually just a loose swath across her nipples. The rest of her tits just hung out. The sight made Patty drool. The attention and the alcohol turning her on, Marcia's nipples were painfully erect and prominent through the almost nonexistent halter.

But there were other girls on board who were as equally satisfying to look at.

Patty never realized that Madame Noon had such an attractive bunch working for her.

Janice was a tall, striking redhead who wore a white lace blouse, with nothing underneath it. Her large, tanned-all over breasts and succulent nipples could clearly be seen through the material. Her hair was full and flowing, framing her face like the cunt hair framed her pussy. Patty could tell this because the blouse was all Janice wore, and every now and then she would whirl or turn and both her ass and her pussy would be exposed for everyone to view.

Patty began to wonder why she had worn something as mundane as a jumpsuit.

The party wore on for another hour or so until she started getting dizzy from all that she had drunk. Eventually, she wandered from the main saloon and found a vacant cabin. She lay on the bunk for a little while, dozing, until she heard a noise beside her and awoke with a start.

A man had come in and sat down on the bunk beside her, like Mr. Lazer, he was midd1e-aged, but obviously in good physical condition, and extremely handsome.

"I noticed you in the saloon," he said. "You are one hell of a beautiful woman."

"Thank you."

"What do you think of the party?"

"Fine," Patty said, eyeing the bulge in his crotch. "But it got a little dull without any physical action going on. I don't mind looking, but I like a little touching to go along with it."

He smiled, revealing an even row of gleaming white teeth. "Maybe we can do something about that."

Patty felt the familiar burning sensation in her pussy. She shifted a little on the bunk and knew that her pussy was starting to juice.

He leaned back from her slightly, his eyes boldly taking in her lush curves. As he gazed intently, Patty slowly and deliberately moved her hands across her thighs, up the smooth whiteness of her belly, and cupped each breast so that they bulged together in two delicious mounds above the vee of her pantsuit.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on each nipple through the material, feeling first one and then the other rise, to hardness under his tongue.

"I've got a real problem," he moaned.

"What's that?"

"I don't know whether to fuck you first or eat you first."

"Why don't you get my clothes off first, and then well just play it by ear."

"Splendid idea."

He unzipped the front of the jumpsuit down to the level of her cunt.

"No underwear."

"Of course not, silly."

He pulled the jumpsuit open and her monumental tits spilled into his waiting hands. He began to stroke them, reveling in their firmness and size. Her nipples got even harder in his palms as his hands kneaded the plaint flesh mercilessly.

"You're rough," she gasped.

"You're made to be roughed up," he sighed.

She nodded, admitting to him that she liked the way he was working her tits.

Then she tugged at his crotch, trying to undo his fly and bring out his cock, which bulged through his thin pants. He unzipped her farther and reached down to her already moist pussy. He reached in and pulled the lips of her cunt apart with his fingers and the delicious musky smell of pussy filled the air of the compartment.

Patty's clit grew larger with his caresses and soon, like a miniature prick, it pushed out from the swollen folds of her dripping pussy. The man forced two, then three fingers up into her moist hole. It blazed with heat and the feeling of those deft fingers all the way up her hot pussy made Patty cream all over the bunk, staining the covers.

He brushed his fingers in her honeyed juice, then swept them into his mouth.

The sight of this was in incredible turn-on to Patty. She tore at his trousers with renewed frenzy, this time succeeding in getting his cock out. Almost jumping on it with her open mouth, she grabbed the huge prick in her hands and brought it within an inch of her full, sensuous lips. She puckered her lips and kissed the end of his dick, and then her pink tongue began to give it a sensuous bath, She ran her slippery tongue all over the hot meat, making him writhe and moan on the bunk.

Then she moved down on the shaft, taking the length of it into her mouth and throat, sucking it hard. The man felt the cum in him rise. Patty was now rubbing his balls and the base of his cock with her two hands and sucking the head in her mouth, saliva dripping around the sides.

Then, tearing off her jumpsuit completely, she suddenly straddled him and brought her pussy down on his cock. The man moaned and half sat up, grabbing her succulent tits and crushing them in his mouth.

"Oh shit, I needed a cock!" Patty cried. "All that boozing this afternoon really turned on my cunt!"

"You got one, baby," he moaned out, trying to get both nipples in his mouth at the same time. "Fuck it! Fuck my dick good!"

Patty twisted and writhed on the big hunk of meat while her cunt continued to cream and cream.

"That's it… ohhhh, shit…that's it, baby!" he cried out.

Patty rocked back and forth, lifting her pussy all the way up so that her cunt lips were firmly wrapped around the head of his cock, and then firmly plunging down again. He was going wild with the sensations her clasping cunt was giving his massive tool. She started her pussy-muscle contractions, a little at a time. He felt the contractions as the inner walls of her hot cunt tightened around each inch of his swollen cock, moving up and down alternately. It was as if the whole inside of Patty's cunt were a tight, hot vibrator.

His cock felt like it would burst with the strain. Suddenly, the pressure stopped.

"Oh shit… my God, woman, don't stop!Please don't stop fucking me!"