On that particular morning, I woke up with a massive hard-on.
So it was quite convenient that my cock was deeply buried in Patty's throat at the time.
Chicken or the egg?
I had been "dating" Patty, if you can accurately categorize marathon sex sessions as "dating", for about six weeks now. During that time, my dick was usually buried in some orifice, crack, or crevice of Patty's torso and head a great majority of the time. Her eardrums might have been safe, but pretty much every other hole was fair game.
Patty had, um, selected me, from a profile on a "dating" (there's that word again) web site, and less than a half-hour into our relationship, she was on her knees in front of me, performing the same oral magic that she was currently utilizing on me. Patty was recently separated, and she craved cock the way that the Kardashians craved attention.
I propped myself on my elbows on the downy pillows in our room in the Del Mar Hilton, made myself comfortable, and enjoyed the show.
Her head swirled around my genitals like a bobble head caught in a Pacific Ocean breeze. Patty kept her hair close-cropped, and it was highlighted to the tint of a platinum blonde. She graciously swiveled her body around so that she was perpendicular to my body, providing me access to her, and I began to gently stroke and caress her world-class buttocks.
Patty wasn't much in the tit department (that feature went to her twenty-year-old daughter, but that's a whole other subject), but for forty-three years old, her ass was sublime. Taut and tight, with supple thighs and a washboard stomach.
And, oh, how she took to cock, have I mentioned that? I was seven years younger than Patty and experiencing the wonders of Cougarville for the first time, and it was a very pleasant place.
My finger leisurely traversed its way down to her anus, and I began to lightly circle the light pink, puckered bum hole that I knew my cock would be in sometime soon enough this morning. Patty loved anal almost as much as she loved oral, which, isn't a bad daily double.
Since we were heading to the legendary Del Mar horse track later today, I couldn't help but to make the analogy. I only hoped my luck would be as good at the betting windows as it was in bed. Because, this was one frisky filly.
She moaned huskily as I started to digitally penetrate her, her sky-blue eyes never leaving my own eyes, her mouth never leaving my cock, now the approximate size and wood-like texture of a furlong pole.
Normally, since Patty derived her own genuine pleasure by simply giving head, I would have sat back and relaxed and given her my hot sticky seed, and then dozed back off to sleep, since it was still barely eight AM. However, inspired by the thoughts of what may transpire during our five-day vacation, I was feeling a bit frisky myself.
So, I raised my head so that it rested against the headboard and sat up almost at a ninety-degree angle to the mattress. I placed my hands on her slender hips and maneuvered her onto my face, like a copter gently coming to rest on the heliport landing. Her head never stopped whirling, like a propeller, as we assumed a sixty-nine position, my tongue sliding into her always saturated pussy, my finger still spelunking her vice-like ass hole.
Patty's anal channel tightened around my finger at the same time that her labia flaps fluttered over my probing tongue. Small spurts of honey-like moisture spurted from her cunt, which pulsated in spasms every few seconds, one small orgasm after another, which only evoked a more determined sucking pressure on my dick.
Using all the willpower I could muster, I desperately held back my own release as I greedily lapped at her milky cum, splashing foam from her cunt like an overflowing mug of draft beer.
She gasped in a combination of surprise and disappointment as I extracted my tongue from her volcanic-like tunnel of love, spewing female lava all over her thighs and trickling into her gaping anal channel as I flipped her on her hands and knees.
When she was appropriately plopped in a doggy-style position of submission, I stabbed her lubricated sphincter without pretense or announcement, sticking my shaft about four inches into her back door with the first thrust.
Patty peered over her shoulder, her eyelids now half-moons, and I quickly grabbed her skull and swerved her neck back so that she could only face forward.
"Eyes front, you fucking slut," I barked at her, slapping her ass with repeated sharp, stinging slaps that echoed throughout the darkened room. "Who told you that you could watch the privilege of having your ass hole fucked?"
Patty moaned and ducked her head between her legs, still trying to sneak a peek backwards at the sight of me banging her butt. I chuckled as I heard her low, guttural wails of glee.
Patty liked it rough, the rougher the better. The dirtier I talked, the more degradingly I treated her, the more turned on she became. I had discovered this in these last six frantically erotic weeks, and I still hadn't pushed the envelope yet.
I didn't know how far I could take her, but in these next five days in Southern California, I was going to find out. I wasn't going to hurt her, but I was certainly going to capture her emotional trust, while pushing her lithe, sex-hungry body to its limits.
And that was what SHE requested on the plane ride out here. So, who was I not to acquiesce to a recently separated woman's fantasy to be a completed sub for 120 hours? Give the woman what she wants, right?
I focused on the rose tattoo on her right buttock as I savaged her ass, the heat from her bung hole now searing over my dick, staving off my ejaculation. My thick shaft had found its way deeply into her tunnel in past anal exercises, but never this deep, nor for this long.
Sweat cascaded off my forehead and dripped into her ass as my cock churned in and out of her anus. My heavy, cum-filled balls whapped against her cheeks. To change the rhythm, I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them roughly behind her back, and lifted her up so that her back was against my chest.
With my free hand, I reached around to diddle her twat, first teasing her clit, and then shoving my index and middle fingers into her sopping gash. This pushed Patty over the edge, her cunt squirting and spraying a torrent of warm moisture, that quickly puddled on the mattress in a small, shimmering pool.
That was more than enough for me. With a final, mighty gyration, my cock exploded, one, two, three, and then less violently now, smaller gushes of cum. Patty's battered ass hole could not contain all of the semen, and as I withdrew, white suds of cum ran out of her ass, a veritable anal cream pie.
I admired the sight as my cock began to wither slightly, trying to catch my breath between gasps. Patty collapsed onto arms on the mattress, her ass still conveniently pointing straight up towards my face, seemingly inviting yet another invasion. I gazed at the fascinating sight of my cum oozing from her ass, and for a brief second, considered leaning down and licking my cum from her hole.
Instead, though, I sort of compromised. I reached over with two fingers, collected the cum from her ass like an ice cream scooper, and grabbed her hair and spun her around to face me.
"Eat your ass and my cum, you married whore," I snapped, pushing my fingers into her quivering lips. I morbidly enjoyed reminding her that she was still legally betrothed. Somehow, it made the sex nastier for both of us, the forbidden fruit.
