Adam finished popping his nuts and slowly removed his sagging prick from her overflowing pussy. She smiled at him over the peaks of her trembling breasts and murmured, "Two trips to heaven in a few minutes! Man, you really fucked me!"
"Good, hub?"
"Better than good, Adam. The word is fantastic!" She sighed dreamily. "You've fucked this doll before, but never like this. Not even when we were younger. I didn't have to lead you. This time you did the leading. It's as though you had your thoughts on someone else while you poured the prick to my pussy. Did you?"
Adam climbed out from between her yawning legs and locked glances with her for a few
awkward seconds before he said quietly, "I don't want to offend you, Lisa, but I was thinking about Melanie while I fucked you." He helped her up from the patio and kissed the nipple of each dancing breast. "I'm sorry."
Lisa reached down and teased his limp cock with her fingers, then smiled at him. "You needn't apologize to me for anything, Adam. I've seen Melanie, and that kind of doll is easy to love."
"Easy to love?" Adam queried. "The kid said the same thing about me this morning."
Lisa relented his soft prick and took a deep breath that disturbed her breasts. "That would have been a good time to tell her that you're her father."
"I started to, then lost my guts at the last minute," Adam said as they picked up Lisa's clothing and entered the house. "Slower is better with someone as twisted up inside as she is. Let her get used to me and then I'll drop my bomb."
"Why prolong the agony?" Lisa said, putting or her bra and panties and moved toward the bar tucked in one corner of the front room to build a pair of drinks. "Tell her the truth tonight."
Adam exhaled loudly. "I intend to, Lisa, but not until after you and Angel and Ellen get to know her, and she gets to know all of you. Then the circle will be complete, and then I'll tell Melanie I'm her father."
Lisa nudged a drink into his hand and shook her head. "I hope to fuck you know what you're doing, Adam."
"So do I," Adam said as he touched his glass to hers. "So do I."
CHAPTER FIVE
It was five o'clock when Melanie returned to her apartment from the Blue Surf and found Adam waiting for her.
"I'm glad you're here," Melanie told him as she sampled the drink he handed her, then escorted him into the bedroom. "I've got a bone to pick with you."
Adam grinned. "If you like hard ones, I've got one you can pick on anytime you're ready, baby."
"I'll think about it," Melanie said as she danced at his crotch and felt her anger dissolve. She parked her glass on the night table and stretched out on the bed. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that Nick Ambrose and Ellery Dane were related, prick?"
"I thought I did," Adam replied as he sat
beside her on the edge of the bed. His eyes caressed her thrusting breasts but he made no move to touch them. "It isn't that important, anyhow. Getting your head on straight is. Did you ask Wick about your father?"
Melanie felt her cuntlips twitch as she sat up beside him, and shook her head. "I decided to sit tight and question them all at one time. Tonight's party at Nick's is just what the doctor ordered. Drunks talk. By the time it's over, I might be ready to throw a fuck into my father, providing mother's old friends tell me who he is, but right now I want you to throw a fuck into me, Adam."
"I thought you'd never ask."
Melanie's shoulder length black hair fanned out against the pillow as she flopped to her back again and watched her tits tremble. Adam came alive with motion. A shiver ripped through her as he slipped his arms under her blouse. His prowling hands caressed her back and kneaded her spine. Her tits mashed against his chest as his mouth lowered to meet hers in a kiss. She parted her lips and took his tongue inside her mouth. The tip of his tongue jolted the roof of her mouth, and she nearly creamed her cunt.
She wrestled his tongue with hers. Hp cupped her flushed face and leaned back to admire her rioting breasts, their nipples showing through her bra and blouse that covered them.
"You have beautiful knockers, Melanie," Adam said. "Suckable tits."
"Do whatever in hell you want with my tits," Melanie said throatily. "They're all yours.
Adam chuckled and trapped her in his powerful arms. He hugged the breath out of her, and she wondered fleetingly if his fierce embrace was out of affection or lust, but she didn't really care. All she wanted was his cock, any damn way she could get, and to hell with everything else.
She went for his mouth again. Her tongue licked his lips, his clean white teeth. His mouth opened and her tongue darted inside again to tangle with his. Hers was the aggressor. His was soft and delicious but there was no fight in it. She stopped challenging it and moved her mouth away from his. Her eyes found his and probed as she asked tightly, "What the fuck is the matter with you, lover?"
"Nothing."
"Then stop acting like a reluctant dragon and get with it, you sweet bastard. I need breeding, not brooding." She squirmed out from under him and attacked his clothing. "I want your cock, I need your cock."
"You know where I keep the big brute. All you have to do to get at it is undress my ass."
Melanie rubbed her tit all over his left arm. "Why do I have to do all the work'?"
Adam shivered against her breasts, then
growled, "Shut the fuck up and do it, baby. Skin me down. (Jo!"
Melanie renewed her attack on his clothing. She removed his shoes and socks. Then she pulled his white polo shirt over his head and sent it flying across the room. Fingers quaked as she loosened his belt and ran down his fly zipper, then tugged his pants free. Her eyes jumped to his Jockey shorts. The, material was crowded with egg-sized balls and his long and tasty prick. Her fingers went for the waistband and tugged the shorts downward. His heavily-veined cock surged upward and swayed.
She toned the shorts after his pants and gripped his magnificent prick with both hands. She stroked downward and watched his pink plastic knob pop into view. It was spade-shaped, huge. A hint of moisture glistened at the tiny aperture. She dipped her head and kissed the droplet away, then smacked her lips and purred, "I love the taste of your cum, lover."
Adam pushed her hungry mouth away from his throbbing prick and sat up quickly. "Now you," he grunted, flipping her to her back with force. "Let me undress you."
Hot streaks of passion raced into her itching cunt. "I'm in your hands, lover."
Adam grinned loosely as he cupped her heaving breasts. "Damned if you aren't, baby."
Melanie trembled under the touch of his big
hands on her hot and rioting tits, and she wished to hell he would hurry up so they could start fucking up a storm. Adam unbuttoned her sun dress and then pulled it free. Her pussylips fluttered, for she loved to be undressed by a man.
"My bra, Adam," she panted. "Save my hot little panties for last and take off my bra."
Her flesh curled and tingled and jumped. She could feel a tremor in his big hands as he fumbled with the stubborn bra clasp. She sat with her head forward, watching, waiting. Finally the bra fell away and her tits tumbled into nakedness.
A smug smile curved her sensual lips as she admired her tits, full and dark-ringed, pink nipples jutting and tingling. She cupped one in each hand, her eyes now on Adam's flushed face as she lifted and thrust her breasts toward him in wanton offering.
Adam kissed one coral nipple, then the other, and now his voice sounded rusty as he said, "My favorite kind of tits, baby. Big ones."
Melanie smiled wickedly and coiled her warm arms around Adam's neck. Passion jarred her insatiable cunt like a bolt of lightning. She mashed her colossal tits against his hairy chest and panted, "Take off my panties and give me your big fat cock, lover. Then shove your dick into me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"