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.