Kay wasn't the only one anxious about the wedding. Davey's plight was not much easier. True, Davey didn't have to worry about virginity, but neither did Kay any more.
Davey was excited but ambivalent about the coming ceremony. He would be leaving his freedom. He would be – what was that word in the Bible – "cleaving". That's what he was about to do for the rest of his life, cleave. It was a frightening prospect. What if they found out they didn't like each other? What if either of them found someone whom they liked better? What if by that time there were a lot of kids? His whole body shuddered at the thought.
All this anxiety made him horny. After the speech he had made to Kay he could hardly call her up and say, "let's forget all that I said and fuck." He couldn't do that, he had to maintain an image as head of the house and all that. He must be strong. Self-reliant. He couldn't beg.
He thought he'd won the battle until his cock got hard again. He threw up his hands and resigned himself to being horny. He would do what he always did – go to the Otter's Haunch.
The Otter's Haunch was a house by the river rented by his fraternity. During the summer it was occupied by a few of the brothers but mostly by summer school students who needed a place to stay near the campus. The house paid for itself with their rent so it was a good arrangement for the brothers, and besides, there was always someone there to talk with if you felt like rapping.
This summer's crowd consisted of older students, many of them married guys with a wife and kids back home. As a result, the summer boarders had a regular practice of bringing in women. The place fairly crawled with them. One brother had commented that there was more snatch than cock in the house this summer.
Hoping to find a stray girl out there, Davey turned his car toward the Otter's Haunch.
When he arrived his friends Bill and Eddy were involved in an all night poker game. He drove to their apartment above a liquor store and climbed the stairs.
"You bums got a cold beer for a nervous bridegroom?"
"Hi'ya, Davey."
"Hi, Davey."
Davey nodded to his friends. They had funny looks on their faces.
"What's up?"
"My cock."
"Your cock's always up. I think you're diseased."
"I hope I die of it, if that's the case."
"How come you're sitting around here half undressed?"
"Because the stakes are high. Look."
Out of the kitchen stepped a perfectly built and perfectly nude woman. She was longhaired and voluptuous. Her breasts were larger than any Davey had ever seen on a young woman. The area around the nipples was dark and large. She wore gold hoop earrings which caught the light. They and the paint on her toenails were the only things she had on.
"I'm Adele; I'm the pot."
"That's right, Davey, baby, she's what we're playing for. Want to be dealt in?"
"It's too late."
"Kings high."
The card players concentrated on the game Adele posed in the doorway, her full hips and delectable tummy shadowing the patch of hair framing her pronounced cunt. Davey was aroused.
Bill won the hand.
"It isn't fair for you to win this one too, Bill, you won the last one."
"Can I help it if I'm a lucky card player?"
"Hold it," said Adele from the doorway, "you can't win twice in a row. It ain't gentlemanly. Besides, I'm here for a little fun, too. If I wanted the same cock all the time I'd get married. Let somebody else win this hand. Who had the next highest hand?"
A fellow named Jerry did and he put his cards down and got up from the table. Adele came to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his stomach.
"That's it, lover, take advantage of your win."
Jerry led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
"Who the hell is that, Eddy?"
"She told you, Adele."
"But who is she?"
"Some broad I met in statistics class. I balled her a couple of times. One night she asked me if I had any friends who would be interested in a group party. I figured we could heighten the entertainment value of screwing her if we played for stakes. She's a nympho from way back. I bet she's had more guys than the U.S. Army."
"Davey, if you're horny, give her a hose job. She would love it. I noticed her eyes when she saw you. You turn her on. It must be the uniform."
"Dig it. She got excited by my jock strap hanging from the doorknob in there. She picked it up and smelled it. Pressed it right against her face. There's a lipstick stain on it now."
"She's a freak, Davey, a hot horny freak. Go knock off a piece when Jerry's through. I know Jerry, he won't take long. He's short fused."
Davey was enjoying his beer. The card game continued. He sat by and watched and sipped, watched and sipped. The noise from the bedroom was too loud and too obviously hot to last long. Adele was almost screaming for more cock. It was a good thing the Otter's Haunch was set apart, or neighbors would be pounding on the door. She was bellowing like a cow with her tit caught in a barbed wire fence.
A few more loud climactic screams and groans and Jerry walked out of the bedroom, buttoning his pants. His face was bright red.
"She wants to know who had the third highest hand."
The whole room broke into laughter.
Adele stood in the door and placed both arms on the jamb above her head.
"Well, who's up?"
"God, you're a pig, Adele. Doesn't your motor ever run down?"
"Look who's talking. You don't even have a motor. I had to do all the work when you were in there. Fucking you, I felt like a den mother."
The card players broke up laughing. Terry got embarrassed.
"How about you, bridegroom? Want to practice a little before the big event?"
Davey stared at the curvaceous young woman. She tilted her head to the side in a challenging way. She put one hand on her hip and with the other played with her hair.
All the card players looked from Adele to Davey. He was on the spot. He could easily get out of it, but there was the realistic fact that she was built like a brick shithouse and he was a healthy man. He tried to think of a good reason not to fuck her. The reasons he thought of weren't good enough. He rose from his seat.
"Hot damn! Davey's going to dunk his dick."
"Don't get caught in the whirlpool."
"Call if you need help, pal."
He followed the naked girl into the bedroom, leaving a room of laughing card players behind.
Adele didn't change her come hither expression as she sat on the edge of the rumpled bed and stained bed. But Davey could tell she was serious when she spoke.
"I'm sorry I put you on the spot. But I'm high as hell and hot, too. You're a hump. I'm just ballsy enough to want you and make it obvious. Come here, stud."
She clasped him behind the neck and pulled his face to hers. She had been warmed inside and out by her night of servicing the winners. Her whole body was hot.
"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" Davey asked when he was able to pull his lips out of her excited mouth.
"Who's counting?"
"But aren't you tired?"
"Honey, I once spent three whole days in a waterfront hotel in Port Said. I never got out of bed except to pee. I can handle anything."
There was a note of pride in her voice. Davey figured he was outclassed by this pro.
"You're young. Let me show you some tricks that'll make your wife thank me all her life long. Lie down on your back."
Davey did.
"Take off your clothes first, you damn fool."
Red faced, Davey got up and stripped. His body was in good shape from a summer of swimming and volleyball and a lifetime of varsity sports.
"I like the raw material. Let's check your rhythm."
Davey sat on the bed and she placed one hand on his shoulder to guide him backwards till he was flat on his back.
She bent over his mid-section. Her hair landed on his stomach. His cock was only a little hard. She placed one hand on it and guided the head of his cock between her lips. Between gentle sucks she managed to say, "I'm going to like this. It's always nice to get a fresh one."
Her gigantic tits pressed against his knees as he pulled down a pillow to place behind his head. He wanted to see this! Davey scooted around and got comfortable on his back, looking down his chest at the full-breasted woman kneeling between his legs. He watched as she ran her hands up his hairy legs. She let one hand clasp his cock gently as her eyes stared into his face. Adele's mouth opened and moved toward the swollen prick. Her full red lips were pouted. The circles under her eyes were sexy. Her energy didn't seem at all diminished.
She held the fat straining cock between her lady-like fingers and guided the head of it to her lips. They enveloped it slowly but with a hunger that didn't seem human. She let her lush lips capture the head and held it in her warm, succulent mouth. She held her tongue still. Instead of the obvious movement he expected, she rotated her lips in a circular motion, squeezing softly while she did it. Davey knew his cock was in the mouth of a professional. He let the last bit of nervous tension subside and relaxed his body to enjoy a truly memorable experience.
Adele felt the relaxation easing through his body and felt triumphant. She was proud of her ability to please men. In high school she'd read about ancient Rome and the courtesans who serviced the patricians. One description she'd run across described a banquet where a virgin was brought in and fucked to death by a goat. She'd gotten very hot when she read that. It was disgusting but it excited her. She decided that after thinking about her reaction for some time and having a few sexual adventures of her own, that even though it was abnormal, it could be a turn-on. She always tried to let her body function in the most sexual way she could manage. That's why she got gang-fucked frequently and why she'd spent that night in the Egyptian hotel. That's why she'd gone to South America three years ago on a cargo vessel; she figured in the eleven days at sea she'd get at least a couple of seamen's semen.
She did so well on that trip the fourth day the captain told her she'd have to cool it or be put ashore. She told him he couldn't stop human nature, and they'd reached a compromise. She would have to restrict her lechery to crew members off duty. Since ship crews are on duty twenty-four hours a day, there was always some greasy unwashed man tapping at her door. They'd wake her up in the middle of the night and get in her bunk two at a time. She had black and blue marks from sheer traffic by the time she left the ship.
She flew back home.
Now with this big cock staring at her with its one hollow eye she remembered the orgies in ancient Rome. Her only regret at the moment was that Davey wasn't smelly and sweaty. She liked the odor of a man's body. She hoped he'd prove sadistic, at least a little. But that was not likely, not with his buddies right beyond the door. From what she'd experienced of these suburban types, they were basically nice clean-cut guys; they wouldn't give her the rough treatment she longed for. But the equipment between his legs was impressive enough to make her happy with the here and now.
Adele tugged with her lips on the fleshy prick of the policeman. Her eyes concentrated on the dark hairs growing out of his stomach. It was a good sight. She loved men's bodies, the way they were so broad, so sturdy, so hairy. Without realizing it, her mouth had descended almost all the way down his big cock. It pressed the back of her throat. She pulled her head back, pulled hair off her face, and descended again down the slippery strong shaft.
Davey's groan told her she was pleasing him. She wanted to do more than that. She wanted to drive him wild. Eagerly, she advanced on his hard cock with her mouth. Her throat burned with the pressure of his straining organ pressing the delicate tissue. She was experienced enough at what she was happily doing not to gag. Adele took pride in being able to suck any cock. Few women in the world, she told herself are as good at this as I am.
Davey was amazed at the succulent pressure she was applying to his cock. One of the gay guys on the island had sucked him off once and he thought only homosexuals knew how. He had been wrong. This woman was a sex machine. The thought crossed his mind that she'd ask for money when she was through. Or worse yet, suddenly the door to the apartment would burst open and in would barge several guys to hold up the card game, taking the cash, the liquor and the woman who was their accomplice. One of the guys on the force had had such a case, he remembered. It was not an unheard of in the city. For the moment, he didn't care what the future held. This was sensational.
He watched the hair fall as her head bobbed up and down while his cock disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. Every now and then she rolled her eyes up to his face to see his reaction to her hard work. He loved it. His hand went into her hair and rested on her obliging head as it stroked up and down his enlarged hot prick.
But Adele's twat was getting itchy.
She took both hands off his hairy flesh and ran her fingers through her hair, from her forehead to the back, pulling it away from her face. She arched her lovely neck and brought her sensational tits forward. Davey's hands automatically reached for the fat orbs. He clutched at her mammoth tits and felt very sensual with her big boobs resting in his fingers and curving around his hard cock on both sides. He sandwiched his cock between the big tits and she wiggled her belly against his legs.
"Let me ride your hot dick, you humpy hung stud."
With that she crawled up on the bed on her knees. She straddled his legs and hung her body over his hips. The brown hair on her cunt was delectable looking. Davey was about to compliment her on her good looks when he thought she'd heard so many guys say something about her attractions that anything he could come up with would be old hat. He couldn't impress her, she'd heard it all before. He said nothing. Adele wasn't aware of his minor crisis, to speak or not to speak, while she positioned her lovely thighs over his cock. The way her stomach protruded slightly was a turn-on to him. He ran his palm across her belly, stroking her hairy patch. Adele couldn't stifle a moan of pleasure at the touch of his hand. He was one of the best.
Her aching cunt was right above the head of his blood-filled penis. In just a second it would be penetrating her bright red lips and filling her anxious pussy. Already the juices were flowing in anticipation. She wanted to feel the hot cock inside her as deeply as all her experience would allow.
Davey let her drop her torso on his prick. It felt warm inside the slippery sheath. Her cunt was well controlled, a surprise to him in view of her vast experience. She tightened every muscle that could possibly touch on his swollen prick. Her clit was larger than any he'd every felt. He could feel it rubbing against the swollen coronal ridge of his excited organ. She was moving her twat now, riding forward and backward as if she were on a horse.
"You ride like you're on a horse."
"That's because you're hung like one. That's my secret ambition, you know, to be fucked by a horse. I met a girl once who'd done it. She said it was really a mule, but that's close enough."
"Did she like it?"
"She said it was more athletic than pleasurable but her boyfriend took a picture of her doing it and everybody who sees it thinks it was a lot of fun for her, so she says she never tells them any different. But she's small boned. I'm not. I bet I could enjoy it. You know anybody with a pony or a horse?"
"No, but I'll keep you in mind."
"Well, till then, keep me in the saddle. Fuck the living shit out of me."
Davey, ever a gentleman, obliged. He thrust his slender hips up in the air. Her whole body moved. He could feel his cock parting liquefied flesh. The sensation was magnificent. He pulled his happy cock back and she pulled her warm body up. They let their pelvises dance toward each other slowly. When they were interlocked as far as possible. Davey grabbed her fleshy hips with his big hairy hands and yanked her down on his cock even farther. Adele yelped, but she tightened her twat more and smiled as if she were in heaven.
Davey clutched at her breasts and made the nipples protrude between his coiled thumb and index fingers. He tugged on them and her body bent forward. All the while she ground her hips forcefully around in a circle, like attacking Indians surrounding a wagon train.
Swosh! Swosh! Swosh! Her lips made a noise as they circled and circled his cock. He banged his ass up off the soiled mattress and drove his veiny steel-hard cock into her experienced cunt. Her swollen pleasure bud was standing out forcefully and he relished running his hard prick against it as fast as he could. Adele moaned and squirmed. Her tits bounced. All over her head the hair flounced and spread every which way with the exertion of meeting his strokes with circular movements of her hips.
The juices inside her body were so provoked they swam in crowds around his straining cock, heating it like a bone in a stew pot.
Davey could tell Adele was out of her head with pleasure. A mad instinct took hold of him, and he placed one hand palm down on the bed and quickly grabbed her around the ass. Holding her hips in the curve of his muscled arm, he pulled her onto the bed proper with one movement and guided his body to the side. His cock was still embedded deep within her hairy pussy. He grabbed the knee on top and used it as a guide to get himself on his knees. Adele quickly adjusted to the new position. It wasn't the first time a man had grabbed her and flung her on her back with his cock filling her twat.
Her wide tits rolled to the sides. Davey noticed the red marks from hot fingers which had worked them over for hours before his arrival. Her knees came up automatically.
Davey, in a flush of passion, let his weight rest on her body. She exclaimed in pleasure at the feeling. A shiver of sheer ecstasy ran through her. Quickly he was driving his loaded cock into her, moving her an inch up the bed with each fast stroke.
"Ride me, fucker, Goddamn it, ride me!"
Davey threw his body at her in passion. She clasped her arms around him and hung on at the shoulders, her hips gyrating and spinning in lustful abandon. His cock burned in her smoldering pussy, yet she tightened her cunt with all her might to feel even more of his blood-filled straining prick.
Her breathing was grunts. Davey's sounded more like a machine, chugging and rapidly churning. Adele was dizzy. Her clitoris was on fire.
Davey's passion was engulfing him and he knew he'd come just from the heat of her excited pink body. She was trying to say "fuck me", but he was fucking her so hard she couldn't get the words out. Instead she hung on and let him stuff his cock repeatedly into her aroused cunt. In a delirium of heady ecstasy her orgasm swirled through her body. His relentless strokes churned even more of the love juices crowding her cunt and the hot bathing his cock was getting excited him still more. With fingers white with intensity, he gripped her smooth shoulders. He pumped, banged, fucked and smashed with his maddeningly excited prick. Adele's body was wafted with another orgasm which flowed into a third.
Her knees were bouncing helplessly on either side of his sweaty back when she heard the gut-growl begin deep in his abdomen and roar up his torso to bellow out of his throat, exactly the sound of a bull releasing its orgasm.
Adele clung. The sweat of their bodies seemed like a cement holding them together. As the last of his load oozed into her warm vagina, Davey's tension went with it. His body went limp atop Adele. He rolled to the side and let his exhausted arms rest across her.
A loud applause was directed at them from the card players in the next room. A head popped into the slightly opened door. It was Eddy.
"You were just voted the noisiest fuckers in town!"
Davey took it good-naturedly but Adele prided herself on her bedroom talent. She fixed a baleful eye on Eddy and calmly told him, "Buster, I've won cups in towns a helluva lot bigger than this burg."
Eddy retreated.
Adele and Davey talked and smoked for a while. He watched her eyes. Something was wrong with them, but he couldn't fathom what. As she talked he felt she was a frightened person inside. This struck a sympathetic cord in him and he hoped he could be a help to her, not a hindrance. He thought Adele needed a friend, not another cock. He learned that she was working as a waitress at a diner.
One morning on his way to work he stopped by for coffee and conversation. Adele was all alone that morning, the cook having gone out to get some supplies at the grocery store. Davey sat down with his usual college boy swagger and shouted, "Hey, Adele, how about some service here?"
Adele was in back brewing up a pot of coffee and heard him. She came out with the fresh pot and a cup.
"Well, now, that's what I call service," Davey smiled.
"How are you this morning, Davey?" she asked half-heartedly.
"Oh, doin' just fine, just fine. Looks like you're holdin' it down by yourself this mornin'."
"The cook's gone for supplies."
"Um," Davey said, sipping his coffee. "Leaves us all alone, don't it?"
"Don't get any ideas."
"Oh, hey, Adele, you know me better'n that. I just meant, you know, we could kinda talk alone."
"Talk about what?" Adele asked.
"Oh, well, you know," Davey drawled. He took another sip of coffee. "It seems like you're too busy for me to ever tell you how pretty you are."
"Is that what you tell your buddies at the Otter's Haunch? How pretty you think I am?"
"I'm not like those other guys. I respect a girl, don't treat her like trash like those other jerks."
"Sure, buster, sure," Adele said and started towards the back.
"Yeah, I been thinkin' about you a bit since the other night," he said quietly. Adele had to turn in order to hear. "A chick as pretty as you who doesn't have any steady boyfriends – no friends, hardly, that doesn't seem right."
"What are you gettin' at, Davey?" Adele asked.
"Oh, I don't know, I was just wonderin' if you were afraid of commitment. I am a bit."
Adele felt her knees go weak. She kept silent.
"You ain't runnin' from somebody, are ya? A man, maybe?"
Adele came back out to the counter and leaned over it towards Davey.
"What do you want from me, Davey?" she asked.
"Nothin', nothin' at all," Davey mumbled. "I'm just concerned about you. I like you."
"Davey, I just want to be alone, that's all. I'm not running from anything. I just want to be alone." Adele felt herself trembling inside, but she kept her composure for Davey's appreciation.
"I understand, baby, I understand," Davey said. "But you gotta understand me, too. I mean I've got eyes, I can see. You're dynamite and you know it, but you won't show me or any other guy in this town so much as a glimpse of your soul. You're running, baby."
"Davey, I don't want to be mean, but please leave me alone," Adele pleaded.
Davey stared at her, then at his coffee. He downed the remainder in one gulp and slapped a quarter on the counter, rose and lumbered out. He was a big man. Adele observed his broad shoulders and slightly bow legs. He was actually rather handsome, and if the situation were different, Adele might have been attracted to him again, but as it was…
Adele had only been in town for two weeks and already she was ready to move on. She sighed as she picked up Davey's cup and swept his quarter into her palm. Life was exceedingly cruel to her, she thought. Her pussy ached for a man again, but she was afraid to get permanently involved with anyone, afraid for anyone to know her soul at all. That bastard Tony! He wouldn't leave her alone even now that he was dead!
Adele was terribly tired when she got off work that evening. She walked, stopping at the drugstore to pick up some soap and cosmetics. Her apartment wasn't far from work and she was home in a few minutes. The driveway back to her room above the garage was lined with aged oaks that formed an arch over the drive and nearly blocked out the sun. It was always cool under the oaks despite the heat. Her room was nestled back among the branches and she liked its quiet seclusion. It was the one thing she did like about this place.
It was around sundown when Adele entered her apartment and plopped down on the couch. The meager furnishings of the room glanced back at her with an echo of her exhaustion. The couch doubled as her bed at night, and there was a small wooden table in a corner of the room with three unmatched chairs to go with it. The floor was uncarpeted. Adele got up and went into the bathroom where she started to draw a bath. She set the water hot and poured bath oils and powders into the rising water.
Everything comes back to its source, Adele reflected. Her desire and lust brought men like Tony to her. No matter how much she might try to escape, Tony and those like him kept coming back to her. And her desire; no sooner had she satisfied it than it began again, first as a fleeting feeling and then growing into an itch, an incurable, tickling itch between her thighs.
She stood over the tub watching the waters, slick with their beautifying oils and feeling the warm vapors rising to her nostrils. The scents were sex and her loins were hot with the need. It had been weeks since she'd had a man. Her desire scorched her pussy and flushed her cheeks. She lowered her hand down her abdomen, stroking the treasure below and thinking, my poor, over-worked pussy.
She returned to the main room and drew the curtains, then went to stand in front of the full-length mirror beside the bathroom door. She observed her body, the gentle curve of her back, her high rounded rump. She placed her hands on her hips and stroked them, smoothing her crisp uniform.
Facing the mirror, she began to unbutton her blouse. She paused after the first button and ran her finger over the embroidered name above the left pocket, "Adele" in bright blue resting on her tit. She came back to the buttons, opening them slowly to reveal her tits tightly haltered by the bra. She took the blouse off and neatly hung it in the closet, then looked at herself again in the mirror, wearing only her bra above her waist. Her tits were large and the tightly squeezed flesh overflowed the cups.
She reached behind her and her tits tumbled down onto her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the bra off. Her tits hung low now, glowing in the light of the single lamp, and the nipples pointed like darts from the tips of the mounds. She brought her hands up under her tits and felt the warm flesh, and she rubbed her milky-white breasts together. A man! What she wouldn't give to have a man here, to hold her tits and suck the nipples. She felt them herself; they were rock-hard.
Adele strode into the bathroom and turned the water off. The tub was full and steamy. She came back out and removed her skirt, then her hose. She stood in front of the mirror, clad only in a pair of brief black panties. She admired her voluptuous figure, swished her ass in the mirror at herself. Then she slipped out of the panties and turned to look at herself head-on. Her bush was black as ebony, and the hairs glistened. She pulled a chair up in front of the mirror and sat down on it, spreading her legs wide so she could look up into the pink cave.
Adele closed her eyes and let her finger glide slowly down her tummy until it was moving through the ebony forest and came brushing over the precipice, plunging down inside her slit.
Her pussy was hot and sticky, ready for cock, and she probed hungrily. Her middle finger dove deep into her cove while her thumb played at the tip of her clit tickling the stiff twig and causing her to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her legs spread wide and her fingers clawing at her dripping cunt. Her breathing was heavy and thick. She jammed her finger into her cunt, tore at the clit, wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs, "Fuck me!!! Somebody fuck me!!!"
Suddenly she jumped from the chair and, running with her finger still stuck up her cunt, went to the dresser and flung the drawer open, groping there until she pulled out a long, black leather dildo. She tore her fingers from her cunt and pressed the dildo to her cheek, and then fell upon the couch, flung her legs wide and thrust the huge black leather shaft into her flaming hole with grunts and moans.
She worked it around and around, up and down, faster and faster. The thing was stiff and it rubbed her clit like sandpaper, but it just made her groan and thrust harder and faster. Finally it brought her to the climax and she came in an agonizing spasm, plunging the dildo in and out with force and speed.
When her climax reached its peak she let out a weak cry and fell back, exhausted. The dildo stayed stabbed into her like a lance as she closed her eyes and lay limp, panting.
When she regained her wind, she slipped the dildo out and set it on the coffee table and then rose and went into the bathroom. She felt the water and then stepped in, first with her left foot and then her right. She lowered her body slowly into the water, feeling the soothing warmth and scented oils calming her, relaxing her. She closed her eyes and in a few moments she was at peace, drifting along in half-sleep. She lay like that for fifteen minutes in total peace. Then she heard a noise.
She opened her eyes with a start and listened. Nothing. She listened a few minutes longer but heard nothing. Just as she was getting relaxed again she heard a sharp rap at the door. It made her start. She jumped up from the tub, shivering, and wrapped a towel around her naked body.
Adele opened the bathroom door and stood, dripping wet in front of the locked door. Rap, rap, rap! came the sound of big knuckles on the cheap wooden door.
"Who's there?" she shouted.
"It's me, Davey," came the reply.
Davey! she thought and her mind grew excited. She quickly opened the door. Davey was leaning against the wall. When he saw Adele standing in front of him, dripping wet inside a towel, his eyes popped nearly out of his head.
Adele looked at Davey and saw the lust in his eyes. She felt his stare ignite her. She stepped aside from the door and Davey sauntered in.
She closed the door behind him and locked it. She leaned against the locked door and suddenly thought maybe she couldn't see him twice as he was about to be married, but she no longer cared. She needed a man, she had to have a big, hard cock or she would burst with desire.
Davey stood in the middle of the room, not a little uneasily. This was a little more than he had expected. Actually, he hadn't known what to expect – he had just come here because he couldn't stay away. He had to find out. Now that he was actually inside, actually standing in front of Adele dressed in nothing but a bath towel, all his courage escaped him. His tongue cleaved to his palate and his legs turned to clay. He stood like a statue. Adele observed him, growing calmer and more resolute. She could feel his fear and it made her smile.
She moved away from the door and walked towards him, closer and closer until she was right next to him. He reached out his arms but she walked right past him into the bathroom. Davey turned and stared at her as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, she pulled the towel from around her body and his mouth fell open at the sight. She began to dry her hair and Davey watched, mystified, while his cock steadily rose in his pants. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't talk. He could only stand and stare and wait.
Adele set the towel on the rack and combed her wet hair out a little, and then she strolled naked back out into the living room. Davey tried to open his mouth to speak but he couldn't think of anything to say and simply cleared his throat. Adele walked past him, and he could see her nipples were hard and pointed. His cock throbbed. She walked to the sofa and removed the cushions. She bent over and Davey looked down the crack of her ass to where her pussy began and his cock nearly burst at the sight. Adele pulled out the couch-bed. She fluffed up the pillows behind the couch and tossed them on the bed. The whole time she kept saying to herself, "A cock! A cock!"
The bed ready, Adele walked over to Davey and stood in front of him. She saw his Adam's apple bob up and down once as he swallowed. She raised her hand and placed it against his rough cheek and stroked it. He was like a boy who had to be coaxed. She took his hand and placed it on her tit. Davey stared down at it, mystified, and gently caressed the warm flesh. Adele closed her eyes and encircled him with her arms, and then Davey came out of his trance and he held her, squeezed her so tight it forced the breath from her. She could feel his hard prick against her thigh and it made her happy. Davey pulled away from her and began to undress in his usual manner of doing things – slowly and lazily. Adele lay down on the bed and turned off the light and the room was plunged into semi-darkness, lit from an outside light that penetrated the curtains. She watched Davey get undressed and she smiled at his powerful chest and arms – he was a working man. Then he removed his pants. The bulge was enormous under his underwear. He slipped them off and she admired his gorgeous prick. How it gleamed, especially the bulging, purple head! What a beautiful cock! she thought. She smiled at him and he grinned back at her as he came toward the bed.
Adele opened her arms and he fell into them and they kissed hungrily. He kissed her lips and then her neck and she moaned as he kissed her tender breasts. His lips covered the nipples and his tongue drove down onto their solid tips, pushing them down into the soft flesh of her tits. She clawed at his back and breathed heavily as he worked his way down, kissing her belly and her navel. She could feel his hands marking the trail, and his hands were now tickling her pubis, moving down towards the crack of desire. She spread her legs and Davey felt the heat rise up in a blast. He hesitated only a second and then plunged, tongue first, into the juicy delight.
His tongue stroked her like a sponge, licking the juices from her streaming cunt, and his lips covered her pussy. She writhed in glorious agony and pumped her hips up towards his mouth. He reached down and grabbed her ass and pushed her cunt into his face, driving his tongue into her and reaming her pussy with it until she cried out and came in a thrashing frenzy. He sucked and sucked until he was sure she had been satisfied and then he lifted his head up. Adele lay back on the pillow, a smile on her face and her chest heaving.
Davey smiled back and she opened her arms. He crawled over her, and she saw his cock straining and she knew he was bursting with desire. She reached down to grab his cock and she guided him down into her. First she felt the bulging head pushing at her pussy entrance. She was tight and her pussy resisted. She groaned at the size of it – it was so fat! She rolled her hips under him and he pushed with all his weight. In a moment the head pushed through with a sucking sound. Adele sighed at the feel of hot cock inside her again. She wanted it deep inside her, she wanted it to fill her hungry pussy to the brim. Her body was in motion again. She tightened and loosened her ass muscles, thrusting her I loins up at him. His cock sank deeper and deeper and with each penetration she sighed. Finally they rested, his cock driven into her all the way until their groins ground against each other and his balls were resting against her ass. She reached down and took his balls in her fingers, fondling them. The tickling excited him and he began grinding again and she began again, too. She spread her legs wider and wider – she wanted more.
With a quick movement, he swung his arms under her legs so that her thighs came up around his shoulders. His cock was so deep inside her she could almost taste it. She groaned and grasped and clawed at him. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts and she cried out in pain, but she wanted it, wanted his big cock to split her wide open.
He drove into her, banging against her so that his balls slapped her ass and his cock went in and out in long, rapid thrusts. Her pussy was, ignited and she shook with all her might and then she felt his prick stiffen and deep, deep down inside her she felt the first blast like a blowtorch scorching her womb. It was exquisite. She panted and gagged and writhed in ecstasy as she came along with him. He came until the hot milk gushed out of her pussy down into the running goo and then brought to juice to her lips. She was so satisfied her whole body went limp. He continued to hump for several minutes until his cock began to go soft. He slid her legs back down to the bed and he relaxed on top of her, his cock still sunk into her pussy. She brought her arms around him and hugged him and kissed ham and he could smell the sweet wetness of her hair and the mixed smells of sweet body oils and sweat and cum.
After a while, he pushed himself off her and she watched him as he dried his cock and began to dress. When he left, he didn't say a word. He just walked out and closed the door behind him.
Adele lay in bed feeling satisfied. She wrapped herself in the sheets and dozed off. She didn't go to work the next morning. She didn't want to see Davey again. She didn't to get involved with him. She stayed around the apartment several days because she knew that Davey would have been to the restaurant looking for her. She knew that he would probably be there again tomorrow.
The next morning Adele was on her way out of town. She didn't say good-bye to anybody, didn't tell her landlord she was leaving. She simply packed and went back on the road again. She had a girlfriend in Baltimore who had a black lover. Adele thought she'd try changing her luck.