Jason Cannon: Nooner wife

"Oh, Robert," she breathed, running her cool fingers across his face. "Let's get into the bed… "

His fingers fumbled with his clothes. She leaned against him as she kicked off her shoes and rolled, down her stockings. When she unsnapped her bra, the full, creamy loveliness of her breasts came into view. She inhaled, raising them proudly, and turned to let him see.

Her hand reached out and took his hand. She led him to the bed and stretched out full length. The heat of her body was intense, her breath coming in quick little gasps.

Slowly at first, and then excitingly he massaged the soft skin of her stomach and thighs. His hand slid up and enclosed one warm, throbbing breast.

She lay with her eyes dosed, her hair sprayed out on the pillow, her pink-tipped breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her breathing.

Gently, he leaned over her and kissed her warm lips, kissed her neck, then placed a kiss on the ripe nipple of one breast. She felt it rise up hard beneath his tongue.

Then he left her and walked over to a sofa across the room.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he replied, listing his rapidly rising cock. "I just want to look at you for a minute. You're beautiful. Stand up!"

Patty felt exhilarated. She rolled off the bed and stood, posing for him, watching his cock swell with lust as he looked at her. Her enormous, firm tits stood out in front of her and her nipples grew hard and ready. She stood a little higher on one leg so that her magnificent, firm-cheeked ass tilted a little to one side, and from the back, her cunt hair was dearly visible through the space where her legs met her ass. She was dearly having an effect on him because the stroking got faster and longer as his prick grew to its full size.

"Fantastic fucking body," he sighed.

As he continued to feast his eyes on her body. Patty took stock of him. He was a tall, well-built man of around thirty-eight. More than just well-built, actually, she thought as her eyes lowered from the sight of his well-muscled biceps to a cock that seemed to her to be the largest she had ever seen. More than just the length, for the cock had risen to astronomical heights as he eyed her, but the width of it was absolutely astounding. Patty had long, thin fingers to match her shapely bronze legs, but it would have been a struggle for them to meet around the head of this huge, blood-engorged cock.

It was beautiful, and Patty was overjoyed with her good luck. This visual picture of the strange man's naked body and big cock began to stoke the furnace of her cunt, and beads of sex juice squirted from her thick cuntal lips.

"Come over here, Patty."

His voice cut through her thoughts like a knife.

Obediently, the naked girl walked slowly over to the couch,, feeling her cuntal juices slowly seep from the slit of her beautiful blonde pussy. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the towering cock between his thighs.

She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. She wanted to take that big cock in her mouth, to feel the head against her lips, to feel the power of it forcing its way down her throat. She loved to feel a man's cock in her mouth and throat, and although she knew she was married and what she was doing was wrong, she couldn't help herself. Her body was feeling nothing but lust.

He sat on the couch, smiling, watching her approach. Her enormous breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her heavy breathing. His eyes drank in the large, pink nipples reaching toward him invitingly on the beautiful tits. Glancing up to her face, his eyes swept from her beautiful, cat-like eyes to her full, sensuous lips, and as if on command, her pink tongue slipped from between her teeth and moistened her lips until they glistened in the dim light. Then he dropped his eyes past her wide hips to the triangle patch of blonde fur that framed her luscious cunt. He felt his prick grow even larger and throb almost painfully.

Patty reached the couch and felt the cool leather against her knees. She let herself slowly slide down against its edge until she was kneeling on the rug.

She reached out and circled the base of his enormous cock. Though her fingers were long she could not completely encircle it. Leaning forward, she swung her body left and right over his prick so that her breasts brushed against it. Her nipples felt as if they were going to shoot off her tits.

"Feel good?"

"I think," he rasped, "that everything's going to feet good tonight."

She breathed heavily, still swinging her breasts on his cock. She began to move the hand on his cock very slowly up and down, squeezing his swollen prick ever so gently, and with her other hand reached between his legs where she found the bulging bag of his balls. She began to massage them, and he moaned with lust at her touch, moving toward her, giving her complete access to the sensitive sac.

Suddenly Patty realized that this beautiful cock was hers; for one night it all belonged to her. The thought came to her and filled her brain. She began to massage his balls harder now and all other thoughts drifted away.

Rearing back and straightening up, she pulled the magnificent prick toward her and lowered her head down on it, circling the tip with her lips. She sucked on the head long and hard, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock, with delicious, beautiful cock. He put his hands on both sides of her head and, pulled her full force on the length of his meat, its huge head pushing at the walls of her throat.

She sucked greedily, then raised her head slightly and began to tease him with little flicks of her tongue on the base and tip of his cock, finding a fold of skin on the underside and nibbling at it. Her hand could feel the heat rise from his asshole and balls, but his face was blank.

She sucked harder on him, raising and lowering her head, forcing the huge shaft into her throat as far as it would go. It seemed as if the massive prickhead would tear the walls of her throat apart.

But as if possessed by a demon, she continued sucking hungrily. Her saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the entry of the huge hunk of meat, sliding it in and out of her mouth deftly and effortlessly. Some of the saliva dripped down the length and stood like pearls on his pubic hair.

Patty closed her eyes and sucked in bliss. She knew, given a good cock to eat, that she was a fantastic cocksucker.

"Oh, Jesus… yes," he groaned. "Let me feed it into your fucking face!"

She could feel his prick pushing against the walls of her throat and her gag reflex tightening, causing delicious pressure. She could hear her slurping and feel her saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down his cock. He looked down at her hair, golden blonde and smooth, framing his crotch like strands of golden wheat. She could feel his balls begin to bulge in their sac, and she wondered if he could hold out.

As if he could read her thoughts, he grabbed her hair and humped more of his meat into her head as he spoke. "It's all right, baby. Take a load in your mouth. There's more. I can fuck all night long."

She nodded eagerly and groaned with audible pleasure. Then Patty started sucking him even more furiously, tightening her lips as they passed the fold of his cockhead, forcing her tongue to whip around the sides like a dervish as her mouth moved up and down, up and down. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them grow larger and fill with cum. She couldn't wait for his hot jism to drip down her throat. She couldn't wait for his breaths to come faster.

"Ohhhhh… yes, shit… yessasas!"

Suddenly he was there. Bending over, he circled her head with his strong, well-muscled arms and forced her face down on his tool, driving it deep into her throat. There were only about two inches of the cock left outside of her throat and he jammed her head down all the way, hearing her utter a little moan.