John Clayton - Practice does it

"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.