John Clayton - Practice does it

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."